Compile #4 June 22-28 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day 3 stardate: 2408.02.18 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO (Lt (sg) Josh Caskie) - Day 3- 1800) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1912) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1913) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - NPC Meldovian Frendol - 1915) (USS Rosenante - Ten Forward - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1918) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 4 stardate: 2408.02.19 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0805) (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0807) (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0809) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 5 stardate: 2408.02.20 Compile Summary (Xanadu Gothos – Underground Slave Pens - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 1100) ( U.S.S. Rosenante -Main Bridge - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1340) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1754) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1755) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-aCSEC- ENS Chance Raschen - 1756) (USS Rosenante, Captain’s Mess -aCSEC- ENS Chance Raschen - 1801) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1803) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1810) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1812) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - aCSES- Ensign Chance Raschen- 1813) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1822) (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Scout - Lir Kuz- Day 5-1827) (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - TAC - Phelan Kell - Day 5-1830) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-ACSO- Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5- 1830) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1832) (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Scout - Lir Kuz- Day 5-1835) (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1837) (USS Rosenante - Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2000) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2057) (USS Rosenante - Holodeck Two - CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2059) (Pirate Fortress- Dungeon Cell- Prince- Angkor Khamal- Day 5-2100) (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2105) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2108) (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2110) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2113) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2120) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Offices - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2130) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO (Lt (sg) Josh Caskie) - Day 3- 1800) Mike smiled back at her "I think we have a date." Josh grinned at him and nodded. "Ok, I'll see you then." "You, know I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a report to file and a security escort to arrange for our guest here. I'll see you again on Friday, just let me know if something comes up and we can reschedule." Josh smiled again and turning back to Frendol waved at him. "I look forward to it." Mike smiled and turning headed for the door. He paused for a second before exiting, glanced back as Jennifer before walking out into the corridor. He was smiling the whole time. Josh walking across from bed to bed checking her patients, began humming. As she approached Frendol's bed the nurse there smirked and Josh asked her what her problem was. Taking a moment or so to think about it the nurse decided to go for the truth. "You do know that you have been humming to yourself for the last five minutes or so.?" Josh regarded her as if she was mad. "You must be mistaken Nurse. I never hum." Turning her back on the nurse Josh carried on with her rounds all the while humming away to herself without knowing. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1912) Josh was in the Main Sickbay when she heard the doors open. Looking up she saw Senior Chief Sheridan enter with Raschen. Grinning across at them she dropped what she was doing and crossed the room. "Hello Phil, nice to see you again. What brings you both down to the dungeons. I hope there's nothing wrong." "Doctor, I have been ordered by the CO to 'apologize to Mr Frendol over there" Sheridan said, pointing to the person lying down. Josh did a double take following Phil's finger and then as she realised what he meant her face changed from a grin to her best CMO face. She immediately lost her grin, her eyes hardened and she stood up straight. "I see Chief Sheridan. I take it then that you are the one responsible for putting him in my Sickbay. ln that case I suggest you lose no time in following your orders. My patient is at present awake and able to receive visitors, so you may apologise to him at your leisure Chief." "However, because of the nature of his injuries he is most certainly not a threat to you at this time so I see no need for you to have an escort in doing so. You, Mr Raschen, may wait in my office if you feel the need to be present. I'm sure the security guards will make sure that the Senior Chief is not harmed in any way." "Sniffing the air and pointing Sheridan towards the bed occupied by Frendol, Josh turned to Raschen. "Perhaps some black coffee might be in order Mr Raschen." (Reply Sheridan, Raschen) (posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1913) Phil entered the Sick Bay - dreading what he was about to do more the he had dreaded basic training 30 odd years ago. Phil explained why he was there after Josh said hello. Dr Caskie's countenance switched to that of a CMO and she told him - "I see Chief Sheridan. I take it then that you are the one responsible for putting him in my Sickbay. In that case I suggest you lose no time in following your orders. My patient is at present awake and able to receive visitors, so you may apologize to him at your leisure Chief." Chief Sheridan looked at the CMO and replied that he was indeed the one who put Frendol into Sick Bay. "Thank You Dr Caskie" Phil replied formally and walked toward Frendol. He approached Frendol's bio bed and stopped a few feet from it. Phil silently counted to 100 to control his desire to hit the man again. Once Sheridan was sure he could control himself he spoke. "Mr. Frendol, I am Senior Chief Petty Officer Sheridan" Phil said - getting Frendol's attention. (Reply: Frendol) Assuming a rigid position of Attention, Sheridan informed Frendol of his reason for seeing him. "Sir, I am the one that struck you during the recent brawl. I am here to apologize for my actions" Phil said, barely getting the words out. (reply: Frendol) AS he listened to Frendol's rather 'impassioned' reply. Phil struggled to control his temper. Finally, Phil had had enough! "I have said I apologize for my actions" Phil added and left the delegate laying there rather surprised. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - NPC Meldovian Frendol - 1915) Frendol's head hurt. No it didn't /just /hurt, it was excruciatingly painful. The doctor had told him it would take a while for the pain medication to take effect and he wished it would hurry up and start working now because everything made his head pound like a thousand hammers, every little noise and even the lights of Sickbay. He was lying with his forearm over his closed eyes so at least he didn't have to see the lights through his closed lids when he heard someone's footsteps approaching. He thought it might be the doctor returning or one of the pretty nurses but instead it was a male voice that addressed him after several seconds. "Mr. Frendol, I am Senior Chief Petty Officer Sheridan" The man said. Reluctantly opening his eyes and lowering his arm, Frendol regarded the crewman. He looked vaguely familiar. "I don't know you, what do you want?" Frendol replied. The crewman came to attention as if Frendol was a superior officer, causing the Meldovian's eyebrows to rise in surprise, and a groan of pain from the movement. "So! What is it?" Frendol growled, wishing the pesky man would just go away and leave him alone. "Sir, I am the one that struck you during the recent brawl. I am here to apologize for my actions." The man replied after some hesitation, each word sounding like it was forced out of him, which Frendol suspected was the case. The Meldovian had very little memory of the events in the Bar but had been told by several observers what had happened. He found it hard to swallow that the Starfleet captain had seen fit to imprison the diplomats, and yet allowed his own men to walk free, and here stood the one responsible for putting him in Sickbay. ~So much for Starfleet's famed neutrality and fairness~ he thought with a sneer. ~It is as I thought, one rule for us, a different rule for them!~ If anything Frendol's headache seemed to worsen as his temper rose and he tried to sit up, managing to do so with some difficulty. "Is it customary in Starfleet to let would-be murderers off with a muttered apology?" he asked. "Am I supposed to be grateful for words so reluctantly spoken?" Frendol spat the words at Sheridan and fell back on the bed, dazed with pain. "I have said I apologize for my actions" Sheridan retorted angrily, showing his true colors, immediately turning and leaving. "I do NOT accept that poor excuse for an apology!" Frendol managed to shout to the man's retreating back which only made his head feel like it was about to explode. (reply any) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ten Forward - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1918) Phil hardly said hi to those in the Rosenante's hallways after leaving Sick Bay. He wanted to puke his guts out. ~ That sniveling little blood worm ~ Phil thoughtas he replayed the scene in Sick Bay. He was so mad he had forgotten about Chance Raschen and left before he put himself in the brig for a long time. He started putting away a lot of liquor. He had not done so since he had been busted in rank the first time - hoping he'd pass out - that upon waking up the past few days would have been a nightmare. The padd he was carrying chimed and he glanced down. ~Aw Crap~ Sheridan swore inwardly - ~ the flipping CAPT's buffet~ and finished his third Romulan Ale nd headed off to dinner. (reply: any present in Ten Forward) (posted by: Bill West) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0805 T'Kron, suddenly realizing that he had no official physical on record for his medical status, thought he should get that rectified before he left the ship or was more involved with their current mission. It was illogical to believe that he would escape unscathed with this type of dangerous mission even if he never left the ship. Attack in some form would be inevitable. One of his fellow Academy students, a human named Richard Stillwell, had called situations of eminent peril "going into the lion's den." Of course, that could also apply to the situation of reporting for his physical, depending upon the quixotic mood of the Chief Medical Officer. Once he was done with his evening duty shift, the following day he showed up in Sickbay. Logic dictated for him to get this task accomplished, yet he could not help having a odd feeling of unease. He took a deep cleansing breath and relaxed. The unease left him. He found Dr. Caskie and when appropriate, addressed her stoically. "It has come to my attention, Dr. Caskie, that I have not yet had a physical. Before the mission proceeds further, it would be logical for me to have my biological information on record in the event that I suffer some type of injury." (Reply Josh Caskie) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0807) Josh had supervise the shift change over and had time to check over and update all the notes made by the last shifts. It was fairly quiet in Sickbay and that was the way that Josh preferred it. Fairly quiet meant that nothing of any note had happened on the last shift and Josh was grateful for any morning that started that way. Once she co-ordinated all the reports from the previous twenty four hours she collated them all and wrote her own report for the 2O giving him an update on the status of all patients currently in Sickbay, their estimated recovery time and whether or not they would be fit for active duty once their spell in Sickbay ended or whether they might need to be put on extended leave. She included in her report the status of the Sickbay equipment and sent a copy of all faults found within the last day to Engineering, highlighting what needed to be overhauled by them asap and also included the usual resume of medical supplies, what they had, and what was needed, copying that part of her report to Ops. Once that was done it was time for Josh to check on her patients, what little thankfully of them there were. Picking up a blank padd and putting it into the pocket of her medical coat she left her office to begin doing the rounds. Almost as soon as she exited her office she was collared by a Ensign who addressed her in the usual Vulcan manner. "It has come to my attention, Dr. Caskie, that I have not yet had a physical. Before the mission proceeds further, it would be logical for me to have my biological information on record in the event that I suffer some type of injury." Josh regarded the Ensign for a moment trying to recall his name from the records she had been sent. "Ah yes, Ensign T'Kron, isn't it. Welcome to Sickbay and I must thank you for your fairly prompt attempt at reporting here. Your logic does you credit, you would not believe how many crew members Sickbay has to chase up to simply do what you seem more than willing to do and I and my staff thank you for this." (Reply T'Kron iyw) "Now, if you would care to simply hop onto the nearest biobed. that one over there will do, I will call up your previous records and have one of the nurses run you through the physical exam." One glance from Josh at the nearest nurse was all it took for her to report to the bed and as Josh told her what was needed she got to work. Josh smiled at the Ensign. "Nurse Evans will run you through everything that is needed. You will only hear back from us if we need to follow up on anything. Again, Ensign, thank you for your prompt attention on this matter. Now if you will excuse me I have rounds to do." Josh smiled at the ensign and walked away carrying on with her rounds. (Reply T'Kron iyw) (posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0809) Dr. Caskie eyed the Engineer and then said, "Ah yes, Ensign T'Kron, isn't it? Welcome to Sickbay and I must thank you for your fairly prompt attempt at reporting here. Your logic does you credit; you would not believe how many crew members Sickbay has to chase up to simply do what you seem more than willing to do and I and my staff thank you for this." T'Kron nodded in agreement. "There must be plenty of duties to accomplish without wasting time trying to get crew to report for routine physicals." "Now, if you would care to simply hop onto the nearest biobed. That one over there will do. I will call up your previous records and have one of the nurses run you through the physical exam." Dr. Caskie merely glanced at the nearest nurse and she reported to the biobed. After Dr. Caskie told her what was needed, she got to work readying the biobed. T'Kron had not realized how efficient the Chief Medical Officer was with her staff. Josh smiled at the Ensign. "Nurse Evans will run you through everything that is needed. You will only hear back from us if we need to follow up on anything. Again, Ensign, thank you for your prompt attention on this matter. Now if you will excuse me I have rounds to do." Dr. Caskie smiled at T'Kron and then left him to the nurse's ministrations. Nurse Evans had him lay down on the biobed after having him take his shirt off. Using the biobed, she recorded his pulse, temperature, blood pressure, respiration, and organ status. Then she had him turn around and press his feet as if he were trotting against the wall using leg pressers and took readings again while he exercised. He didn't even break into a sweat and his vital signs rose only by a small fraction. She had him lift some electronic weights. He was well within normal limits for a Vulcan. Picking up a sterilized hypo, she set it to draw out some of T'Kron's green blood. "You look like you are well hydrated and have good skin health, Ensign T'Kron." Nurse Evans beckoned him to the back of Sickbay to a small exam room that had been converted "T'Kron, we like to test for agility. Dr. Caskie had a holographic climbing wall installed in part of Sickbay." She applied some remotes to his forehead and chest and one to the middle of his lower back. In a few moments T'Kron was climbing spider-like up the wall. It was easy for him; he was not fatigued. T'Kron found the climb relaxing. "Does my physical exam results match up well with my past medical history?" queried T'Kron once his feet were back down on the deck. "I know many records were lost during the battle for the Mars Defense Platform. I was uncertain if my records had made it here and I admit I had not given much thought to it until late yesterday." "Dr. Caskie will be reviewing your records and looking at your lab work. She will be able to tell you for sure if there are any discrepancies other than the fact that you are older of course," smiled Nurse Evans. "I see no obvious sign of disease at this point and you look as though you are within normal parameters for a Vulcan of your size and age. We will have more data from the lab results on your blood tests which can take about twelve hours to analyze and file depending on whether or not we have an emergency situation happening. But as Dr. Caskie said, no news is good news." T'Kron nodded and said, "The Sickbay staff is very capable. It is good to see that the medical staff and its Chief are sufficient for a ship this size." (Reply Any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ********************************************** (Xanadu Gothos – Underground Slave Pens - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 1100) The slave pens were the darkest part of the underbelly of Xanadu Gothos Keep. Under the installation were pens huge enough to accommodate l25 slaves each. If comfort was not an issue, then each electrified, high barred enclosure could easily jam in at least seventy five more thralls. There were also seven other solitary rooms where special slaves were confined, interrogated and, when necessary, indoctrinated. There were also two advanced interrogation rooms beneath Gothos Keep as well. These caged areas were in addition to underground quarters provided for Captain O'Banyon's Orion male Overseer, Gardon. Gardon was a huge mass of mean, green muscle that put even the largest Klingon warrior to shame. More importantly Gardon was, due to transgenic enhancement paid for by O'Banyan, totally immune to the phermonal powers of Orion females. There were living quarters for Gardon's twelve equally brutal guards, which were a mixed batch of Klingon, Cardassian and Elasian misfits, mercenaries and borderline sadists. There was also large kitchen and common living areas for fifteen trustee slaves that were responsible for physical upkeep of their fellow vassals in bondage. After Captain Ree had delivered his hundred and ten freighter ships slaves, pens 2 and 3 were overcrowded. That was because O'Banyan had ordered the attractive Humans, Reisans and Bajorans segregated with his more attractive slaves. This included the five green Orion slave women that the Klingon Trang had ordered for 200,000 credits and his captured female Deltan scientist. The symibots Tellaxa and Kldred were in solitary confinement rooms 1 and 2. The sixteen year old Ferengi female prodigy Nardra was locked in solitary comfinement room 3, along with her latinum. O'Banyan's aim was to convince the young Ferengi genius that it was both profitable and in her best interest to work for him as an indentured servant, as opposed to being a penniless slave without any latinum to her name. That way she could buy off her contract. It had been business as usual at Xanadu. After partaking of the delightful, fleshy bound pon farr of gorgeous Kirisa S'Tarl, his Venus Love Drop addict, O'Banyan had over indulged himself in a sumptuous brunch of Orion fruits, Atorian meats, Capellan spices and Romulan ales and liquors. Despite Master O'Banyan's tendencies toward excess, he never over indulged enough to diminish his negotiating or fighting capacities. He'd learned to use the weaknesses and excesses of others to bring himself to considerable power and influence within the criminal framework of the pirate's brutal and utterly decadent crime society. After twenty one years of living and prospering in Orion Space, Master O'Banyan was determined that he would not fall victim to the same forces of decadence, corruption and evil that betrayed the many beings he had used as he ascended the twisted latinum ladder of criminal success. He had only had Kldred and Tellexa for two days and both were still being recalcitrant. Hunger, dehydration, isolation, sensory deprivation, physical immobilization, fear and hopelessness hadn't much time to harry the minds of both the Trill. As both symbiotic organisms were joined physically and psychologically with their hosts, what adversely affected either the host or the symbiote affected the other as well. ~There are all sorts of other physical and chemical ways that I can affect the symbiotes thinking by aversively affecting the bodies of their Trill hosts.~ O'Banyan almost growled the thought to himself. ~I've broken unruly slugs and disgusting parasites before. Kldred and Tellexa will be no different. Maybe I could even use threats regarding the continued survival of the five younger joined symbiotes that were captured with them. If I can bluff them into thinking their failure to cooperate with me will imperil their younger companions, that might be all that was necessary to achieve compliance. It is a ploy worth considering; after all, Kldred and Tellexa weren't going anywhere for a very long time until I'm done with both of them.~ By the time he had arrived at the Keep's throne room, Master O'Banyan was informed by his renegade scientists and tech-slaves that they were making excellent progress in down loading the UFP decrypting codes into several of his fastest ships, including his personal yacht. Also reported was success in reverse engineering the computer hardware itself in forms compatible with existing non Star Fleet interstellar craft. Doyle had also used the commlink that Captain Delina had given to begin a dialogue with the Tholians in regard to the twelve unhatched Horta nodules that had come into his possession. He had also talked to his Cardassian underworld contacts to see if they and the Gorn were amenable to having a black market outlet for whatever contraband they were trying to peddle, especially in the Orion Crime Space. It might be personally profitable to him, if he could get in on the ground floor of such a fledging operation. The Tholian and Cardassians were already eager to talk. The Gorn had been unresponsive, so far. ~Of course the stupid, aggressive lizards probably didn't have much business sense anyway. They were probably more interested in flexing their bulky muscles, fighting, feeding and breeding than doing business and making latinum. Of course the Gorn were more basic, more honest, than non reptilian sentients. At least the Gorn were predictable. I don't have to worry about them sticking a twenty inch dirk in my back, poisoning my food or hiring one of my employees, lovers, or a trusted slave to murder me. ~ With those dismal thoughts in mind, O'Banyan emerged from the secret entrance into his spacious throne room. The interior light globes came on. The rich aroma of exotic Orion, Earth and Betazoid spices filled the slightly humid air and the music of Reisan string instruments filled the air. There was a flurry of activity all around him. All the slaves prostrated themselves before him. "Who says a life of crime doesn't pay well?" asked O'Banyan of no one in particular. (Reply any/none) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante -Main Bridge - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1340) Paul was studying the display in front of , keeping an eye on the drives to make sure no problems should crop up unexpectedly . This was his second stint of bridge time and it stil felt a little weird being away from Engineering . Still being on the bridge meant he was in the brain of the ship so to speak , knowing what was going on , and yet still able to monitor the ship's heart . The drive was working perfectly and there seemed no problems anywhere else , which was good for at that moment conn. officer spoke " Sir ,we've arrived at our destination . " This of course was not directed to him , but to Jono , who sat in the command chair and was senior officer there . " Excellent . " Replied Jono " Notify the captain and Lt. Sullivan we have arrived . Tactical activate the cloaking system and shut down any unnecessary tactical systems . Including all civilian decks and non-essential personnel sections of the ship .CONN , set a course for Barakos VI. Take into consideration the HSS systems and their required speeds . " After getting a reply from the two bridge officer s, it was Paul's turn ~ was that a small double take from Jono , not expecting me here ? ~ " Engineering . monitor HISS system levels . If there are any problems we need to know about it before they cause us to be found . " " Aye Sir , I'm all over it , and there are no problems as it stands . "As he spoke several officers appeared from the turbolift to take their positions and he heard Jono say , " Lets get this show on the road . " # Very Dramatic , just like an old holomovie ~ thought Paul turning back to monitor the cloak and to see that the change other of drives went smoothly . ( Reply Jono , Any Present ) ( Posted By Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1754) Ahmed nodded. "I'm a fair hand at sailing myself, maybe we can take an excursion sometime." Ahmed offered. Josh smiled at the Captain. "I'd look forward to that Sir. What do you sail? I basically do one or two man yachts. I can crew for bigger ones, but prefer those. (Reply Salid iyw) The conversation turned to the food again until Mr Raschen arrived bearing gifts. It turned out, once the Captain queried him about it that he had brought a bottle of Whisky and he proceeded to offer some to everyone present. Josh usually was never one to turn down a drink of whisky, but having already started on wine decided that the old proverb was probably right and refused. "Thank you no, Mr Raschen, perhaps another time." Once the Captain had intimated that it was time to eat Josh queued up along with everyone else and whilst she noticed that she took a larger plate than T'Larah realised that the amount of food on her plate was a good deal smaller than several other peoples. Sitting back down again she started to empty said plate fairly promptly given how long it had been since she had last eaten, however the Captain finally began to outline his plans for the mission and paying attention to him Josh found herself slowing more and more down in her consumption of the food on offer. The Captain mention the first away team and Josh simply sighed. Ok, they were the obvious choice for that location but Josh wondered how long it would take the terrible twins, as she had started to call them privately to get into trouble again. Josh certainly did not envy T'Larah her assignment. The second away teams remit dealt with the finances that they would all need for the mission and there were no surprises that Janeway had been given than. Josh nodded her head in approval and continued listening. "And team three will consist of Ro'Dal, Caskie, T'kron and Weaver. You will be reconnoitring the Slave market on the off chance that our Prince has ended up there. See what sorts of scuttlebutt you can uncover and see if you can find any other Cartenian that may have been taken when the prince was abducted. I want you to take Nunez with you, other than that, you can choose any other security and/or marines to go along that you'd like. Lieutenant Ro'Dal will have command of team three." Josh listened carefully to that one and noticed that Ro'Dal gave her, T'Kron and Weaver a nod. Josh interpreted it as a hint to see her after and do so Josh would. Ro, also asked about scuttle and was given the answer. Josh hesitated for a moment and then decided to ask her questions. "Sir if we find another Cartenian and we are unable to question him on site, do we have authority to buy him as a slave and bring him back to the ship?" (Reply Ahmed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1755) Ahmed nodded. "I'm a fair hand at sailing myself, maybe we can take an excursion sometime." Ahmed offered. Josh smiled at the Captain. "I'd look forward to that Sir. What do you sail? I basically do one or two man yachts. I can crew for bigger ones, but prefer those. "Like you I prefer the smaller more manageable ships, but I can crew on anything that has sails. My Uncle operates a sailing academy in Cairo. I've spent many summers and evenings teaching others how to sail there. The Academy boasts a dozen sailing ships including an Egyptian three-masted schooner." (reply Caskie iyw) --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-aCSEC- ENS Chance Raschen - 1756) Ahmed replied. "You may, of course share your home-made whiskey, but only in moderation. We still have a mission to undertake later tonight." "No worries sir, I can always finish it at a later date." Not long after that, the remainder of the senior officers and away team members arrived, followed by Lieutenant Ro'Dal. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain’s Mess -aCSEC- ENS Chance Raschen - 1801) "Here's how I'd like to see the teams. Team One will consist of T'Larah, Raschen, Sheridan and Mister Smith, You will be heading to the Entertainment center, which as I understand it is a combination brothel, bar and gambling Hall. You will be meeting with Easy Ed, a bounty hunter to discuss possible intelligence and to try to develop leads. Lieutenant T'Larah you can select any Marines or security personnel you'd like to add to the team. While this is Mister Raschen's territory, Lieutenant Sullivan will have the final command authority over this team." Chance raised his hands "I have no problem, sir." Then after putting his hands back down "Ms. Sullivan, we should remind the folks on our team, that aren't here, to stay out of the dueling pit as it's to the death only." (Reply any iyw) "Team Two will consist of Lieutenants Janeway, Bird and Dralar. You will be meeting with a smuggler named Orldar Massox. I will provide you with a dossier. He will be conveying to us, credit certificates and latinum credits for our operation. These certificates will need to be authenticated at a trade house into usable credit. Dralar has some experience in this and so will be helping in that task. You will need to acquire a shuttle that you will use to return to the ship later. This is because latinum can not be transported and we will need the bulk of the coin to bribe persons of interest for information. You will need a solid security or marine escort to keep the monies secure. Lieutenant Janeway will be in command of this team." Jono left his food for a moment and began speaking, "Security won't be an issue, Sir. I believe we have members of the ships security force and marine force coming down with us and I doubt acquiring a shuttle shouldn't be too difficult, however finding one for a decent price may prove.... difficult." He said. Again Chance just couldn't shut-up "why not just buy the shuttle Massox will be using to move the money to the rendezvous? But watch out for him, he's known to be a back-stabbing double-crosser when cash on hand is involved. Believe me, I have the scares to prove it." (Reply any iyw) After the skipper talked about the third away team and 'officer morals' he asked for questions at which time Ro' had asked "Would the use of tricorders cause suspicion in the Slavers and Pirates?" "Very good question Lieutenant, I'm afraid I'll have to defer that answer to Mister Raschen; Chance?" "Only unless you're an active bidder" he said. (Reply any iyw) (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1803) As the officer's arrived, Phil tried to stay in the background. He and the chef were the only enlisted types present. Phil sat in the back and listened as CAPT Salid reviewed what he wanted done. Salid spoke "Here's how I'd like to see the teams. Team One will consist of T'Larah, Raschen, Sheridan and Mister Smith , You will be heading to the Entertainment center, which as I understand it is a combination brothel, bar and gambling Hall. You will be meeting with Easy Ed, a bounty hunter to discuss possible intelligence and to try to develop leads. Lieutenant T'Larah you can select any Marines or security personnel you'd like to add to the team. While this is Mister Raschen's territory, Lieutenant Sullivan will have the final command authority over this team." Phil nodded his understanding and listed to the questions that came up. He thought Lieutenant T'Larah's question concerning how their team would arrive was an excellent one. The shuttle seemed to be more reasonable way to go. They could easily modify it to resemble any number of crafts frequenting the area. Sheridan made a note to ask his leadership what they wanted him specifically to do - he hoped they'd avoid another brawl but in his 30 years of visiting 'Entertainment Centers', fights usually ended up happening. The AWAY Mission was a welcome diversion - his career still hung in the balance. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1810) "Here's how I'd like to see the teams. Team One will consist of T'Larah, Raschen, Sheridan and Mister Smith , You will be heading to the Entertainment center, which as I understand it is a combination brothel, bar and gambling Hall. You will be meeting with Easy Ed, a bounty hunter to discuss possible intelligence and to try to develop leads. Lieutenant Sullivan you can select any Marines or security personnel you'd like to add to the team. While this is Mister Raschen's territory, Lieutenant Sullivan will have the final command authority over this team." Ahmed continued. "Understood, are we going by shuttle or transporter?" T'Larah inquired. "Initially you will be transporting down to the planet by transporter. It is my plan that Lt. Janeway provide each member of the teams with mobile credit devices so that we can continue to use the transporters. Only lieutenant Janeway's team will be returning by purchased shuttlecraft for reasons I will detail in a moment." Ahmed answered. Chance raised his hands "I have no problem, sir." Then after putting his hands back down "Ms. Sullivan, we should remind the folks on our team, that aren't here, to stay out of the dueling pit as it's to the death only." (reply Any iyw) "Team Two will consist of Lieutenants Janeway, Bird and Dralar. You will be meeting with a smuggler named Orldar Massox. I will provide you with a dossier. He will be conveying to us, credit certificates and latinum credits for our operation. These certificates will need to be authenticated at a trade house into usable credit. Dralar has some experience in this and so will be helping in that task. You will need to acquire a shuttle that you will use to return to the ship later. This is because latinum can not be transported and we will need the bulk of the coin to bribe persons of interest for information. You will need a solid security or marine escort to keep the monies secure. Lieutenant Janeway will be in command of this team." "Security wont be an issue, Sir. I believe we have members of the ships security force and marine force coming down with us and I doubt acquiring a shuttle should be too difficult, however finding one for a decent price may prove.... difficult." Jono said. Again Chance interjected "why not just buy the shuttle Massox will be using to move the money to the rendezvous? But watch out for him, he's known to be a back-stabbing double-crosser when cash on hand is involved. Believe me, I have the scars to prove it." "I'll leave the decision on what to buy and from whom to Mister Janeway. I have full confidence in him to make a sound decision on the matter." Ahmed said looking directly at Raschen. T'Larah interceded, "Sir if I may, perhaps you should take V'Shera on your team, Jono. I've evaluated her personally, her hand to hand abilities are quite formidable, also her resemblance to a Rigelian coupled with her imposing stature could lend some 'credibility' to your mostly human force. In my professional opinion taking her with you would be a logical move." "Ensign V'Shera is very capable and it for that reason I have decided that she will remain aboard the Rosenante. I will have all my senior security and tactical officers on the away team and I feel it prudent to retain her for the combined role of security and tactical during the time that the teams are on the surface. I'm sorry but I need her to stay on the ship." Ahmed added, closing that discussion. "And team three will consist of Ro'Dal, Caskie, T'kron and Weaver. You will be reconnoitering the Slave market on the off chance that our Prince has ended up there. See what sorts of scuttlebutt you can uncover and see if you can find any other Cartenian that may have been taken when the prince was abducted. I want you to take Nunez with you, other than that, you can choose any other security and/or marines to go along that you'd like. Lieutenant Ro'Dal will have command of team three." "What exactly is scuttlebutt, Sir?" Ro'Dal asked. Ahmed smiled. It was a perfect question considering the worries of the mission. "Scuttlebutt is defines as the rumor, gossip or other types of spoken information that might prove useful. It's an old Earth naval term. I'm really quite surprised you haven't heard it before, lieutenant it's in widespread use in the fleet." "Everyone else I have not mentioned will remain aboard the Rosenante." Ahmed took another sip of his coffee. "The mission objective is apparent, the means to achieve it are not. You may be called on to improvise. I remind you that you are officers, but that you also have a moral obligation to complete this objective and prevent the needless deaths of millions in the continuation of this war. Just make sure that you balance your means of achieving the goal with your moral oaths as officers and enlisted in the fleet." "Are there any questions?" "Would the use of tricorders cause suspicion in the Slavers and Pirates?" Ro'Dal asked. "Very good question, Lieutenant. I'm afraid I'll have to defer that answer to Mister Raschen. Chance?" "Only unless you're an active bidder" he said. "And there is your answer Lieutenant, although I suspect that some preliminary study of potential slaves shouldn't be too suspicious in that area. You'll just have to use your judgment there." Ahmed glanced around the room. Several of the others present hadn't asked any questions and Ahmed took that to mean that there may not be any more questions to field. Just as he was about to adjourn the meeting Doctor Caskie spoke up. "Sir if we find another Cartenian and we are unable to question him on site, do we have authority to buy him as a slave and bring him back to the ship?" Ahmed looked at her and smiled. He was glad that she had chosen to ask the hard questions. He was glad that at least one of the officers were already considering the moral aspects of the situation that they found themselves embroiled in. "That's a hard question to answer Doctor Caskie. Our morals tell us that slavery is wrong and that we should help those that are enslaved strive for freedom. However we need to balance those moral obligations with the potential failure of stopping this war which could cost millions or maybe billions their lives. If saving one enslaved being could cause the mission to fail. In the end it's not a question I can answer for any of you. It's a question that you will each have to answer for yourselves." "I will not prevent the spending of monies for the purpose of freeing those enslaved, but keep in mind that those beings are along for the ride and that means we'll have to protect them, feed them and provide them with whatever they require until we can return to Federation space. If you are compelled by your morals to aid these people, I will not deny anyone seeking assistance refugee status until such time as they can be repatriated. Just temper any zeal with prudence and weigh the risks to the mission carefully. That's all I ask. In the tradition of the Arab peoples of Earth, if you free a slave or save another, then you assume the complete responsibility for their life. I personally adhere to that belief and would like for all of my officers to consider the gravity of such a thing before acting on the behalf of another being." "On that note I believe that we are concluded here. You are dismissed to off-duty until 2230 hours. At that time Away team one will assemble in Transporter room one, Team Two in transporter room two and team three in Transporter room three. Please arrive ten minutes early so that Lieutenant Dralar can provide you with a personal credit chip containing some of the pocket monies that you'll need." (reply Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1812) "Ms. Sullivan, we should remind the folks on our team, that aren't here, to stay out of the dueling pit as it's to the death only." Ensign Raschen said. ~ Let's just throw the regulations out the window huh?~ she thought. "I thank you for your valued input and experience Ensign, but in the future while we are on this ship and not in a position for it to compromise our security, I would appreciate if you followed Star Fleet regulations regarding the proper address of superior officers and address me by my rank." she said plainly, "While we are on that subject, Mister is the appropriate term of address regardless of gender for those in lower station." she finished. (Reply Chance) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - aCSES- Ensign Chance Raschen- 1813) "Ms. Sullivan, we should remind the folks on our team, that aren't here, to stay out of the dueling pit as it's to the death only." Ensign Raschen said. "I thank you for your valued input and experience Ensign, but in the future while we are on this ship and not in a position for it to compromise our security, I would appreciate if you followed Star Fleet regulations regarding the proper address of superior officers and address me by my rank." she said plainly, "While we are on that subject, Mister is the appropriate term of address regardless of gender for those in lower station." she finished. Chance gave a nod of his head and replied "I conceed the point sir, and so with all do respect to your superior rank sir, I submit that I will be inclined to show you the same kind of respect that you show me from now on sir." in a tone that was so calm and polite that it could be annoying to some if they didn't really know him. (Reply Sullivan and/or any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1822) Ro had been told what scuttlebutt meant, it was as she had guessed, she had also been told that tricorders were acceptable if used by those who were bidding at the auction. They'd been warned by Ensign Raschen to stay out of the dueling pit as it was fighting to the death only, and he had received a reprimand for not addressing Lt. Sullivan correctly. It seemed to Ro'Dal that Raschen was consistently opening his mouth and inserting his foot, as the Terrans were wont to say, a strange expression but colorful...and had that been a hint of sarcasm in his overly polite reply? "Captain, I do not recall seeing an image of the Prince, do you have one to show us so that we can recognize him if we seen him in the slave pens?" (reply Salid, any) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Scout - Lir Kuz- Day 5-1827) The little Orion girl crouched against the outcropping of rocks, counting quietly to herself. She had counted seven shooters surrounding the rendezvous site and smiled. "I knew we couldn't trust Crisp." she mumbled in her little girl voice then turned and picked her way back through the jagged rocks and thick trees with an eerie silence that came from years of experience. Twice she stopped thinking that she'd heard something. And stood rock still only to watch a piece of the local wildlife move silently past her. After a few minutes, she stopped and with a force of will took on her more familiar form. Her limbs lengthened, she grew taller and her form filled out into a full grow woman. She appeared very human with the exception of the violet irises that she favored. The Chameloid slipped past the two members of the Bounty Salvage crew standing guard without so much as a sound and before long came to a stop a short distance behind Kell. She cleared her throat and Kell's shoulder's tightened somewhat, but he did not turn around hurriedly as most people would have. "It's exactly as you suspected Phelan." she said. "They have set up shooters in a semicircle. Three on the west side in the rocks, three on the east side in the trees and one behind Crisp. He's there standing on a black case, which I assume is our reason for being here. He tipped me off to their locations by being polite enough to nod at them, and I was able to confirm the presence of the shooters personally." She added. "How do you want me to proceed? Do you want me to assume the position of one of the shooters and keep a cross hair on Crisp or what?" (reply Kell, Any Present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - TAC - Phelan Kell - Day 5-1830) Phelan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. ~This one is a live torpedo, sleek, beautiful, and oh so deadly.~ He then looked at the topograhical map she had just marked for him. "Crisp is being cautious, and let's face it, were I him, I'd be just as cautious. With situations reversed, you would all be in the hills with itchy fingers. Just the same, I don't think being in a situation to threaten him from a single vector would be the best use of your talents. Since you know where they all are, you're going to take our best rifle, clunk yourself down and make sure you can cover us if things get ugly. Besides, if you shoot him and for some reason you were to hit the cargo… I don,t think we'd need to care about next year's dividends." "Liz, thank you for all the risks you just took for us. I really appreciate all you did for us the past couple of days." He looked around at his volunteers. All of this hassle for a single unit. They deserved a little break after this was over. "Alright people, you let me talk, we do the deal, we're doing this one with both hands on the table, we're paying for the merchandise and leaving." He tried to smile, but found himself a bit too nervous. "And then you can all go and enjoy whatever suits your vices." He gave everyone a few seconds to make sure they were ready, then started walking in the direction Crisp had told him to go. His hands loosely hung on his sides, carefully left in plain sight. Within a few minutes, he could see him at the bottom of a rocky ravine. "Just the man I was looking for!" (Reply Crisp) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Captain's Mess-ACSO- Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5- 1830) As the Captain dismissed the meeting and conversations turned to individual little islands, Dorian just sat there, nibbling at his food absently. ~A cripple. Your recklessness has left my only son a cripple, and you will never be good for anything.~ His father's voice echoed in his mind, ever since his accident it had come back to haunt him. ~I wouldn't be like that if you'd actually allowed me to get a real leg, dad.~ Dorian was nervous, if he'd care enough to be honest with himself, and that was probably why his insecurity was vested in his father's voice. ~You'll stumble like a fool and you'll be lucky if they don't simply round you up with the other slaves. What makes you think you can be of any use to them?~ There was no way of reasoning with his feelings, he just needed to be alone for a little while. As soon as it was deemed appropriate, he brought his plate over to the disposal unit, not even staying for desserts. Before he left, he drew near his team leader for the mission and addressed her (NRPG, him?) "Lieutenant, I'm just on my way out to prepare for tonight, do you have anything in mind as a cover story? Will we be directly interacting with each other or projecting a solo attitude once down there? Also, this is far from being my forte, but what level of personal armament do you suggest?" (Reply Ro'Dal, any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1832) The meal was delicious and Ro' enjoyed it while listening to more conversations and ideas. She was almost finished with just her glass to drain when Ensign Weaver, one of her away team members, got up to put his plate in the recycler and then came over to Ro'Dal. "Lieutenant, I'm just on my way out to prepare for tonight, do you have anything in mind as a cover story? Will we be directly interacting with each other or projecting a solo attitude once down there? Also, this is far from being my forte, but what level of personal armament do you suggest?" Ro'Dal assessed the ACSO. She knew he was a recent addition to the crew and fresh from the Academy, now he was about to go on a very dangerous away mission, his first one, no doubt and she hoped he wouldn't be overzealous in order to prove himself. "I require your presence, and that of our other two away team members, in the observation lounge when this dinner meeting is concluded in order to create our cover story, Ensign. We must all have the same story if we are asked. When I get up to leave then is the time to head for the Observation Lounge. We are a team and we will work together towards our (hopefully) mutual success in finding the Prince. Please inform T'Kron and Dr. Caskie and resume your seat, I will apprise you of any personal armament that I want you to carry at our meeting, after which we will prepare ourselves to become pirates and meet again in the transporter room." (Reply Weaver, any. Heads up Caskie & T'Kron) (Posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Scout - Lir Kuz- Day 5-1835) "Crisp is being cautious, and let's face it, were I him, I'd be just as cautious. With situations reversed, you would all be in the hills with itchy fingers. Just the same, I don't think being in a situation to threaten him from a single vector would be the best use of your talents. Since you know where they all are, you're going to take our best rifle, clunk yourself down and make sure you can cover us if things get ugly. Besides, if you shoot him and for some reason you were to hit the cargo… I don't think we'd need to care about next year's dividends." "Lir, thank you for all the risks you just took for us. I really appreciate all you did for us the past couple of days." She raised an eyebrow. "I've never missed a target that I was trying to hit." She replied, a cold icy tone entering her voice. "Still you're the boss and if you want me to stand off and play fire support, that's what I'll do." She added with a shrug. She really felt that it was a waste of her talents. "Alright people, you let me talk, we do the deal, we're doing this one with both hands on the table, we're paying for the merchandise and leaving." Kell added with a half crooked smile. "And then you can all go and enjoy whatever suits your vices." Lir traded rifles with one of the other members of the group of volunteers, not because the weapon was better per se, but more because it had a longer effective killing range. She turned and headed up towards one of the ridges to the west, shifting her form back into that of a little girl, although this time with a rough and mottled looking rock-like skin. It was a form of natural camouflage, and although she couldn't change it very quickly, she could alter it enough to help her blend in better and help prevent her from being seen visually. The bioscrambler on her belt kept her from being picked up by tricorders. She crested the ridgeline on her belly, crawling around some of the larger boulders that sat precariously on the edge of the slope. Once she was certain that she wouldn't cast any sort of silhouette against the sky, she moved forward in a crouch and slowly and carefully moved into a position just slightly above and behind one of Crisp's own crew. She hunkered down into a defile and careful to make certain that her sighting scope was well shaded, flipped open the scope and began to take wind speed, humidity, gravity and distance calculations to each of her targets. Of course she could only see six of the nine total personnel making up the opposing force. For those others, she'd have to wing it. And she was good at winging it. (reply Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1837) "Just the man I was looking for!" came the voice from high ground. ~'Bout time that blue got here.~ Frank put on his best fake smile. He kept his relaxed pose with one foot on the big black crate, and forced himself to stop the jittering. ~Calmdowncalmdown, there ain't no Feds here...~ "Hey you beautiful blue bastard, tell me you got the money, make me a happy man." He said still smiling his wide 'used shuttle salesman' smile. (Reply Mr. Kell) "Alright, OK OK." Frank said as he checked his wrist chronometer. "So hows that old man Raschen doing anyway, you still work for his outfit?" (Reply Mr. Kell) Meanwhile, tucked in all nice and snug in an advantageous perch, shielded by a first contact duck blind one of Crisp's hired marksman settled in checking his fundamentals. He got into a prone firing position, so to minimize his position to the enemy, in case his duck blind failed. He balanced the weapon (a mark VII Disruptor Sniper rifle, with multi-optics) into the pocket of his shoulder and brought his eye up to the eye piece. As he settled in he consciously controlled his breathing patterns slowing way down. The cross hairs settled on the head of the blue Andorian. ~Now I wait for the signal.~ thought the marksman. (Reply Lir Kuz, Mr. Kell) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2000) Andrew hated this 'silent running' order from the bridge. It cut all of the experiments and studies requiring active lateral or long range sensor feeds, which was nearly all of the interesting stuff. ~Silent Running? What are we on a flipping submarine in the middle of the Atlantic?~ "Annoying as hell if you ask me." he said out loud to no one in particular. "What was that sir?" asked the young female science technician. With her voice cutting through the near dead silence of the lab, Andrew looked up and finally noticed that he was not alone. His eyes caught sight of a vision to be sure. Her long blond hair pinned up in a haphazard bun, her sparkling blue eyes, the face of an angel, and the curves of what his dad used to call a 'real woman'. As Andrew stared, she looked at him with her blue eyes full of concern. "Sir?" she inquired. That snapped him out of it, he turned away sheepishly trying to hide his gawking. "Oh, nothing, I just said how I don't like having to put important experiments on hold for this gestapo black out." "Oh I know, sometimes I like the science more then the people." she said, she walked over to his station, "but not all the time." When she put her hand on his shoulder, he almost jumped out of his seat. She giggled briefly, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you were so engrossed in your work..." ~Yeah it was the work.~ Andrew thought. "...can I call you something besides, sir? You can call me Ashley." she said with a smile. Andrew turned, and looked up at his smiling angel. "Yeah, you can call me Andrew." he said returning the smile. She sat down next to him, "So, Andrew, what was so interesting that you didn't notice that you weren't alone." ~A woman actually interested in science.~ "Ashley, I'm working on a multi-purpose nanite variant." he said nearly boasting. She leaned in interested, "Really? tell me more. I'm by discipline a stellar cartographer, I don't know a lot about nanites, besides them being little robots and can be used for repairs." "Oh, not just repairs, but construction, manufacturing, surgical procedures and even acting like catalysts for chemical reactions." Maddox continued. She turned her chair towards him sitting now barely at arms length, her eyes fixed on him the whole time. "I'm not even finished with the hard wire programing yet, and these nanites can already do half those things I've told you." he told her. "I'd like to see what they can do, there is a microscope over there." she said she got ready to get up. ~ Be the gentleman, Andrew, don't let her do it.~ he thought. "No, no, I'll get it." he said and began to get up, he moved his left foot more left and then pushed off with his right, and tripped on his own feet. He started falling toward the floor on his left shoulder, he quickly rotated around to catch himself with his hands. He opened his eyes and both hands were perched on Crewman Stevenson's ample chest. They locked eyes and both of them blushed a deep crimson. Maddox regained his footing so fast if there were any on lookers, they would have sworn Stevenson was made of molten lava, he almost recoiled. "I'm, I'm, so sorry...." he stammered and nearly sprinted out of the room. (Reply Any, but None Needed) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2057) [Stardate: 2408.02.20, Gamma Shift - 2045 hrs- Bridge Watch Officer's Log; Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan Reporting. All systems are running at peak efficiency and all crew, passengers and dignitaries are accounted for. We are currently rigged for silent running, HISS is activated and working. We are in the Barakos System in Orion Space, currently we are on course for Barakos IV, speed 0.5c. We are in current plans are scheduled for a high elliptical orbit to avoid interaction with other orbiting natural and fabricated satellites. Since the mission started nearly five days ago, the emotions on the ship are running high and the tension is palpable. The crew's responses and reactions have been exemplary. I'm sure the Captain and First Officer are proud of their crew, as I am pleased serving with them. Preparations have nearly finished for our intelligence gathering operation on Barakos IV, all away teams are due in their respective transporter rooms in approximately one hour. There are no signs that anyone has either detected us or acknowledged our presence. Upon arrival to high orbit the bridge will notify the Captain and First Officer of arrival to the planet. -END LOG-] T'Larah had just finished her log entry and saved when she looked up and the flight officer announced their arrival. "Sir, we have arrived at Barakos IV." said the young officer. "Very-well Ensign," she said and stood, her arms clasped behind her back. "Lieutenant Sullivan to Captain Salid, and Lieutenant Janeway, Sirs we have arrived at our destination, your combined presences are requested on the bridge." (Reply Captain Salid, Lieutenant Janeway) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Holodeck Two - CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2059) Thump-it-a. Thump-it-a. Thump-it-a. The speed bag slapped against its base with the same distinctive sound that Ahmed remembered so well from his days in Cairo. The recreation of the gym from his teen days was almost exact enough to make him believe that he was still in Cairo boxing in the underground circuit. There were a variety of other boxers in the room, sparring with each other in the center ring while their coaches looked on or they were busy working the heavy bags or the speed bags. A couple were jumping rope so fast that the rope almost resembled a blurred bubble that encapsulated them. Ramirez was standing close by, watching as the CO pummeled the bag with a series of quick well-placed rotating left-right-left blows. "Uh…." The Holo marine began, "nothings personal-like there Cap' but what's da point of hittin' this little bag again? How's it supposed to make youse a better fighter exactly?" Ahmed didn't take his eyes from the speed bag nor did he slow down. Thump-it-a. Thump-it-a. Thump-it-a. "It builds hand eye coordination Mister Ramirez. Helps with timing and concentration." "But can't youse do all that fightin' in the ring?" the holographic marine pressed. "I means if you’re here to fight, then fight and stop playing around with that bag thing?" Then as a second thought he added, "Captain sir." "You're missing the point." Ahmed replied. "I am? Then please stop hittin' that bag and tell me what it is." Ahmed stopped strikin the bag, raised a single palm to stop the bag's movement and turned to regard the holographic Marine. "The point is training muscle memory and it's toughening up the hands and wrists to be better suited to dealing with the impacts when you're actually in the ring with another fighter. Certainly you've hit someone or something with your fist and it was painful?" Ahmed asked, then remembered that Ramirez was a holographic construct. The marine just stared at him, not saying anything, which was a very rare thing. "Never mind, of course you haven't." Ahmed said slightly embarrassed. "You know this place is…well boring. Why don't we go someplace else? I know this little joint in Toronto, where the chicas are so…" =^=Lieutenant Sullivan to Captain Salid, and Lieutenant Janeway, Sirs we have arrived at our destination, your combined presences are requested on the bridge.=^= Ahmed smiled. ~It's about time~ "Understood, Mister Sullivan, I'm on my way. Salid out." The channel closed and Ahmed turned back to the Holographic marine. "I'm afraid we'll have to continue this conversation a little later Mister Ramirez. Duty calls. Feel free to use the holodeck in my absence." The Captain turned and headed for the doors. He had just reached them when he heard Ramirez say, "computer activate program Ramirez Toronto." He was exiting the holodeck even as the Cairo gym was transforming into a posh Toronto strip club. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Pirate Fortress- Dungeon Cell- Prince- Angkor Khamal- Day 5-2100) Prince Angkor Khamal was startled awake by the sudden sound of the cell door being unlocked. The sound of the key in the lock was amplified by the otherwise silent nature of his confinement. With nothing to do to keep himself occupied, he had sat in the corner, his back against the wall of his cell and had attempted to remain vigilant. His attempts had been in vain. Sometime after he had sat down the tension of his situation had sucked the last reserves of his personal energy dry. He had succumbed to a restless slumber in which he found himself in a dreamlike existence, a shadow of himself, poised over a high plain looking out upon the endless plains of Ingorath. The plains were littered with the bodies of those that had died in the war because he had failed them. The sun had caused the corpses to balloon and the rodents and avian carrion eaters were well at work feasting on the flesh of the dead. It had struck him as strange that he knew he was somehow to blame for all of this, yet somehow unable to prevent it from happening. The bodies were varied, as they always were in his nightmares these last weeks. Women, children and men, of all ages and shapes. he had some sort of innate understanding that they were from both the Meldovian and the Arturian worlds and that they had killed each other in some senseless, meaningless pursuit of some justification for this war that they had long ago forgotten. In an instant, he was standing on the plain amongst the piles of bodies. His face contorted by the sheer disgust of the smell and the heat of the place. He strode among them, looking at them as if he were drawn to witness their final moments of corporeal decay, so that he could wallow in the eternal blame for his failure later. After a while, for time was fluid and seemed inconsistent here, he came to the realization that though he knew somehow that these people were all Cartenian, that he could not SEE any differences between them. That was a moment when he realized that there was a message of hope hidden among this carnage. And it was immediately after this realization that he awoke to the sound of the key in the lock. He didn't bother to raise his head to look at his captor, he'd rather them think he was defeated. There were the sounds of footsteps approaching him from across the room. "Get up!" a gruff male voice ordered. Angkor didn't move, his head was still resting on his knees. "I said get up slave!" the voice repeated with a hint of threatening. "or what?" the prince asked. "You'll strike me?" "Yes." As soon as the reply was spoken, Angkor shot upwards onto his feet, booth hands reaching for the jailer in the hopes of reaching his neck. The Orion male was larger than the prince, but the sheer suddenness of the movement by the smaller man made him take a step back. The prince's hands reached forward, finger's stretched, then suddenly curled as the pain collar around his neck activated. The Arturian [check this] grunted in pain as every muscle in his body convulsed involuntarily then relaxed only to convulse again. His knees gave way and the prince fell onto the floor writhing in agony. The Jailer laughed. They both did. it was the second jailer that had activated the collar, Angkor had not seen him past the bulk of the first and so had been caught unawares. He would not make that mistake a second time. The pain stopped just as suddenly as it had begun, leaving only a phantom pain of strained muscles in it's wake. "Get up." The Orion jailer repeated. This time Angkor rose to his feet, albeit slowly. Standing to his full height, he still had to look up to be able to look the Orion in the eye. "Her majesty, Morella would like for you to join her for a discussion in the library." "You can tell her majesty....uuughhh" the prince croaked as the collar reactivated. This time he was more prepared for the sudden attack of pain and managed to stay standing although he was finding it difficult to breathe or think coherently. The collar stopped and the Prince swayed as his muscles relaxed. "Choose your next words carefully worm." the Orion warned him, "I will broach no disrespect to my queen." Angkor's head moved in a slow plodding nod, before continuing. "I was going to say, you can tell her majesty that I'd be delighted to attend, but find myself a little underdressed and miserably dirty. There seems to be parasites here that have decided to nest in my clothing." Indeed there were small insects of some sort that seemed to be struggling to hop, burrow, fly or scamper away from the prince. After a few days here in the cells he looked more like a vagabond pauper than royalty. "And I smell," he added and for effect stepped closer to the Orion so that the pervasive odor of his unwashed body could easily be detected. "Someone will come and take to so you may bathe and they will replicate you some clothing. But if you misbehave again and attack another guard, we have an even more miserable cell to put you in." The jailer by the door threatened. Angkor nodded. Both guards turned and left the cell, careful to close the door behind them. He heard the key turning in the lock. He waited. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2105) Ahmed stepped onto the bridge in his physical training clothes. He hadn't taken any time to shower or change, thinking it more prudent to report to the bridge quickly. Several of his bridge officers gave him a second look as he entered. He almost never appeared anywhere on the ship in anything other than his uniform. The exception was just prior to shore leave or in a situation like the current one. It was something that they were unaccustomed to seeing. Ahmed took the command chair as Sullivan vacated it. "Report Mister Sullivan?" (reply T'Larah, Janeway, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2108) "Report Mister Sullivan?" asked the Captain, oddly enough still in his physical training clothes. Sullivan noticed, but acted as if nothing was amiss. "HISS is activated and all systems are running nominally. We are at silent running protocols, and weapon systems are on standby, but not powered. Tactical and Damage control teams are on standby, though we are not currently on any alert status. We are currently in high elliptical orbit around Barakos IV. As of yet there are no signs that any one has detected our presence." she said finishing her brief but concise report. (Reply CPT Salid, LT Janeway) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Captain- Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 5- 2110) "HISS is activated and all systems are running nominally. We are at silent running protocols, and weapon systems are on standby, but not powered. Tactical and Damage control teams are on standby, though we are not currently on any alert status. We are currently in high elliptical orbit around Barakos IV. As of yet there are no signs that any one has detected our presence." she said finishing her brief but concise report. "Very good Mister Sullivan. You have roughly an hour and a half to prepare for your away mission. I have command of the Conn and you are dismissed to make any final preparations." (reply Sullivan) "Oh and mister Sullivan, bring them all back safely, yourself included. You can consider that an order." (reply Sullivan) Ahmed watched as Sullivan left the bridge. He couldn't help but wonder where Janeway was. Perhaps something had come up that had detained him. Ahmed swiveled his chair in a slow circle, so that he could take in each station on the bridge, the few officers that were there that were part of the away mission were looking back at him. The mission would be a tough one, and one that would test the entire resolve of his crew. He reached down and pressed the ship's intercom button. "All hands, this is the Captain speaking. We have reached orbit around Barakos VI and are preparing to undertake away missions that will yield vital information needed for the successful completion of our mission. The situation poses some danger, as we are well within the confines of the Orion Syndicate. I have seen the level of skill and coolness of this crew under fire and in tough situations, and I am completely confident that you will all perform your duties above expectation. We do not anticipate any direct action against the Orion Pirates, however we must be prepared. Therefore we will be placing the ship on yellow alert. All personnel report in to your department heads and prepare the ship for possible action. You will remain on your normal duty shift until such time as it becomes necessary to take the ship to red alert. Captain Salid out." He spun his seat back to the main viewscreen which showed the bulk of Barakos VI. The planet was beautiful and if appearances could be deceiving, Ahmed would have thought that the planet was a paradise waiting to welcome them home, rather than a den of cutthroat pirates who would gladly sell them into slavery if the opportunity arose. "Any personnel on the bridge assigned to away teams are dismissed for the remainder of their shifts from bridge duties. " A few of the officers turned and left the bridge. "Mister Xim, You have the Conn until Lieutenant Janeway arrives. I will be returning to the bridge once I've showered and changed into my uniform." "Aye, Captain," Xim replied then assumed the central command chair as Ahmed vacated it. "Notify me immediately if there is any reason to believe that we have been detected." "Yes captain." Xim replied again. Ahmed strode off the bridge, still wondering where his First officer was. (reply Janeway, Sullivan, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2113) "Very good Mister Sullivan. You have roughly an hour and a half to prepare for your away mission. I have command of the Conn and you are dismissed to make any final preparations." he said relieving her. "Aye, Sir." she replied and began to leave the bridge. "Oh and mister Sullivan, bring them all back safely, yourself included. You can consider that an order." "I intend to leave no one behind, myself included, sir." she said and strode away to make preparations. As she entered the lift she heard the Captain's announcement. =^= All hands, this is the Captain speaking. We have reached orbit around Barakos VI and are preparing to undertake away missions that will yield vital information needed for the successful completion of our mission. The situation poses some danger, as we are well within the confines of the Orion Syndicate. I have seen the level of skill and coolness of this crew under fire and in tough situations, and I am completely confident that you will all perform your duties above expectation. We do not anticipate any direct action against the Orion Pirates, however we must be prepared. Therefore we will be placing the ship on yellow alert. All personnel report in to your department heads and prepare the ship for possible action. You will remain on your normal duty shift until such time as it becomes necessary to take the ship to red alert. Captain Salid out.=^= (Reply None) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2120) T'Larah tried he best to keep with her back story. She was no intelligence officer, but as far as her research told her the story was plausible. She was the illegitimate child of a Romulan Empire Centurion and a human prisoner of war. Escaped when she was merely a child she stowed away on ship after ship when she could, payed her way with money or what ever they would take in trade when she couldn't. This would mean that she would have to show a considerable amount more emotion then she was accustomed to. She thought she was ready. Her best advantage was that she hadn't served in Star Fleet long enough to gain any notoriety, like Lieutenant Janeway and Captain Salid. She would use that to her advantage if she could. She put on her right boot, then her left. Then her hip-slung weapons belt completed the outfit. She wore her hair in a simple pony tail, to keep it out of her face, a Bolian white silk shirt that was a low cut "V" at the top, and a durable brown leather jacket on top of that. The jacket was more utilitarian then for show. She could conceal all manner of things in such a garment. She wore a non-standard casing communicator as a decorative pin in the jacket. She wore hip hugging low, form fitting pants that in combination with the shirt exposed her mid-drift, something she wasn't accustomed to. She wore one Klingon style disruptor in a Terran Ancient West style holster on her right hip. On her left in a cross draw holster she put her Trillpa. Research confirmed that the Romulans took martial arts experts with them on their exodus of Vulcan so them having analogous styles of fighting was not entirely far fetched. She carried on the back of the weapons belt one of her collapsing metal batons, just in-case. He boots were calf length synthesized Horta leather. She wanted to seem uncaring with out actually being. It seemed Norman couldn't tell the difference, he was rubbing all over the faux leather boots. "Norman it's time for me to go." she told the animal. "MEaow" came the reply. She gave Norman a reassuring pat on the head and then left to her office for some last business to tie up. (Reply None) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Offices - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2130) She arrived in her office after getting several awkward glances and even a stare from some of the crewman. Sullivan started adjusting the watch rosters for the time she would be on the away mission. ~I should probably confer with Ensign Raschen. I want to know his story and I should check the authenticity of my attire.~ "Sullivan to Raschen." (Reply Raschen) "I need to see you in the CTAC office with in the next fifteen minutes." (Reply Raschen) "Very well, Sullivan out." (Reply Raschen) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------