Compile #5 June 29-30 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day 5 Stardate: 2408.02.20 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5 - 1844) (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Lieutenant Brollax Yibdar - 2008) (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2010) (U.S.S. Rosenante - Quarters - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 2115) (USS Rosenante - CSEC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2131) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2136) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2133) (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Junior Officer Cabin 27B - Day 5- 2150) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2200) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2209) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2210) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2215) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2219) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5- 2220) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2221) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 5- 2222) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - ACSo Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5 - 1834) "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." "Aye, sir, I'll pass the message along." Dorian snapped his heels together and retreated from the lieutenant. So as to maintain the social presence, he went and grabbed one of the smaller plates, to pick a few dessert bites and wander around the captain's mess, delivering his message. "Good evening doctor Caskie. Lt. Ro'Dal would like the members of her team to pick up on her cue, which will be her departure from the mess hall, to reconvene in the Observation Lounge to discuss cover story and strategy for our team." He smiled as amiably as possible. (Reply Caskie, none needed) With that done, he sauntered over to his newest Vulcan acquaintance. "Hello sir, how are you on this fine evening? I'm guessing you're not nervous at all about the assignment, right?" (Reply T'Kron) "Well, Lt. Ro'Dal wants us to leave at the same as her and proceed to the Observation Lounge so we can get our cover story straight and discuss general strategy, she wanted me to tell you. See you later." (Reply T'Kron, Any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 5 - 1836) Josh had been enjoying the meal and the usual relaxed chit chat that tended to go along with food. She had listened attentively to everything the Captain had said about their mission knowing that she, as a member of the medical profession might indeed find this a hard mission. She had sworn an oath to Starfleet when she graduated from the Academy, but, long before that, she had sworn another oath, just as valid and just as binding and she knew that this one mission might be the one which would pit both of those oaths against each other like no other mission she had been on. She had grown less and less talkative during the meal as she thought over the ramifications and wondered if there could be any way she could reconcile both oaths in this one mission. How indeed could someone from SF Medical walk into the slave pens on Barakos V, see the pain and suffering and not want to do something about it. But, by the same token. how could she possibly do something and therebye jeopardise the entire mission and possibly the entire ship and it's crew, her fellow team members and two planets worth of people. That was the question facing Josh, as it had faced many people in Starfleet before her. Did the life of many outweigh the life of one. Or, strangely enough in this case was the reverse true. They were here merely to save one soul. Did his life outweigh everyone else's. Was he so important that he and no-one else should be saved. Josh still had not figured out the answer to that when she finally realised that one of the newest Ensigns was standing at her shoulder attempting to speak to her. Looking up she smiled at him. "Good evening doctor Caskie. Lt. Ro'Dal would like the members of her team to pick up on her cue, which will be her departure from the mess hall, to reconvene in the Observation Lounge to discuss cover story and strategy for our team." He smiled as amiably as possible. Josh smiled back at him. "Thank you for the heads up Ensign. Understood." As he moved on to deliver his message to the other Team Three members Josh began her internal debate again. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Second Mate Phelan Kell - 1838) "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. "If you call me beautiful again, I swear I'm gonna mess you up!" Phelan flashed him a smile than conveyed his jest. He slowly started scrambling down the rocky pathway that would lower him to Crisp's level, and make him an easy target for gods-knew how many rifles. Of course I've gone your money, do you honestly think I like to piss off your kind of people to no end for shear enjoyment? You should know the poeple I hang out with mean business." He was now halfway down, and the path levelled out to a much gentler slope. His shoulders were sore from the heavy backpack he was carrying, the promised down-payment. "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?" "When you find a good boss, you stick with him. I'd never dream of working for anyone else. The old man has been treating me right, and that is a lot more precious than latinum these days." He stopped for a second at the bottom of the path. "Are you ok, Crisp? You seem on edge." Phelan settled the backpack on the ground in front of him, slowly, and unzipped to show the glint of gold inside. ~Your move, mister fool.~ (Reply Crisp, any pirates or gunmen) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Somewhere in the Wilderness - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1840) The Andorian replied with, "When you find a good boss, you stick with him. I'd never dream of working for anyone else. The old man has been treating me right, and that is a lot more precious than latinum these days." He stopped for a second at the bottom of the path. "Are you OK, Crisp? You seem on edge." "I'm fine." Frank said, "I'll be a lot more fine when I get rid of this." The blue man unzipped the bag he was carrying to show his payment. Crisp took out his simple mining tricorder and scanned the metal bars. "Yeah that's what I'm talking about." Crisp said. " I suppose you'll be wanting to see my end of the bargain?" (Reply Phell) Crisp pushed a button on the side of the crate, and a whoosh of air issued forth as it depressurized. He unlatched the clasps and lifted the top off letting the lid hang from the hing. (Reply Phell reaction if you wish) Inside there was a two meter by one meter oblong capsule secured with semi-soft foam spacers and three nylon webbing straps, each three inches wide. The capsule it's self was a gloss black with red markings which read: "United Federation of Planets Star Fleet Quantum Torpedo Mark II Properly Trained Handlers Only" "I also have, as we discussed, one chip containing many things including the procedures for making one yourself." he offered. "Of course I've kept a copy for myself." His 'used shuttle salesman' grin returned. (Reply Phell) Up on his perch the marksman was deathly quiet. ~Wait for it.~ (Reply Any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1842) Ro'Dal had finally left the Captain's Mess after seeing that Ensign Weaver had informed each of her away team members to meet her here. Naturally it had occurred to Ro' that another team might have had the same idea but that really was of no consequence, they were, after all, parts of a whole machine. From where she stood staring out of the portals, she turned when she heard the doors opening and smiled to those who entered and made her way to the table to take a seat, placing her forearms on the table, fingers linking. When her three team members were settled she spoke. "Thank you for coming. First, Mr. Weaver, to answer your question about which weapons to take, you may take whatever you are comfortable with, bearing in mind that pirates would not necessarily have up-to-date Starfleet phasers in their possession, other than that I trust you have your attire already?" (reply Weaver) Having received his reply, Ro' continued. "Of course it is imperative that we all know the name of the ship we supposedly arrived at Barakos on, as I am sure the slavers and pirates are extremely paranoid and suspect everyone, especially those they have not seen before... Any suggestions? Also you will refer to me as the first mate should any ask, and to avoid any hesitation when we address each other, we will use the surnames we have, in my case I only have one name so use that." Ro'Dal pointedly looked at the Doctor. "I think you should be the sawbones on our ship, which will enable you to carry a tricorder but naturally it will be an older 'looking' model." She sat back and waited for the others input. (reply Weaver, Caskie, T'Kron) "Does anyone have any concerns or further suggestions?" (reply Weaver, Caskie & T'Kron) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5 - 1844) "Thank you for coming. First, Mr. Weaver, to answer your question about which weapons to take, you may take whatever you are comfortable with, bearing in mind that pirates would not necessarily have up-to-date Starfleet phasers in their possession, other than that I trust you have your attire already?" "Actually, no, but I don't think clothing will be an issue. I have some pieces of gear in mind as well, nothing illegal or even remotely inconspicuous. I've just always been completely dismal with a phaser, or any type of firearms. And I somehow believe that wearing a rapier on the surface would appear, well, just a tad wanky. With all due respect, of course. That was about the only type of melee weapon I was familiarized with when I was young." Having received his reply, Ro' continued. "Of course it is imperative that we all know the name of the ship we supposedly arrived at Barakos on, as I am sure the slavers and pirates are extremely paranoid and suspect everyone, especially those they have not seen before... Any suggestions? Also you will refer to me as the first mate should any ask, and to avoid any hesitation when we address each other, we will use the surnames we have, in my case I only have one name so use that." Ro'Dal pointedly looked at the Doctor. "I think you should be the sawbones on our ship, which will enable you to carry a tricorder but naturally it will be an older 'looking' model." She sat back and waited for the others input. "Well, if they are that paranoid, stating we come from a ship that is not actually in orbit, crowded as it may be, could be tricky. The shuttle traffic, on the other hand, could easily disguise the fact that we don't have one, especially to people who might not have all the time in the world on their hands. I'm almost tempted that we request to be beamed to one of the orbital way-points and "document" or transit down from orbit. If it's not out of line to suggest a change to our illustrious captain's plan, sir." He frowned, trying to think of something more. "I'm just trying to create information flow chokepoints that could slow down investigations into our cover story. Oh, and you can address me by my middle name, Alexander. Or if you want to be even more esoteric, my initials spell our Dawn, and kids would tease me about it growing up, so I'll definitely know you're talking to me." "Does anyone have any concerns or further suggestions?" (reply Ro'Dal, Caskie & T'Kron) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Lieutenant Brollax Yibdar - 2008) Brollax was on his way to the hydrodynamics lab when the door to Science Lob two suddenly wooshed open and an ensign in some terrible rush barrelled into him. Brollax lost his balance and his grip on the galss bubble of liquid from Haspura XIV. The round glass sphere made a wild erratic path towards the deck as the upset liquid in it suddenly became tempestuos inside the perfect glass globe. Brollax swore in six Gamma Quadrant Languages. The globe struck the deck and disintegrated into a shower of water-like liquid which immediately evaporated and the jagged fragments of the broken glass globe. "What in the name of the five fingered Gorbath has gotten you in such a hurry?" the Yaderan asked even as the last vestiges of the unique liquid which could not be replicated or transported disappeared into a singular puff of vapor. (Reply Maddox) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2010) "What in the name of the five fingered Gorbath has gotten you in such a hurry?" asked the man that Andrew had bumped into. "I um.. um." Maddox stammered when he figured out who he had bumped into. (Reply Lt Yibdar ) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (U.S.S. Rosenante - Quarters - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 2115) Phil was finishing up his preparations. His cover story would be one of being a former starfleet NCO who was busted and kicked out of SF. Sheridan smiled grimly ~ that might yet occur ~ he mused. His 'uniform' consisted of scruffy boots, worker pants and an open necked shirt. He also decided to add a vest. He opted for a shoulder holster to hold his armament. He had chosen a Romulan disruptor. Considering some of the dives he had been in - Phil also stuck a small knife in his boot. Phil looked around his quarters one last time and headed to the transporter room and an unknown future. (reply: None) (Posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CSEC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2131) Chance was in his office when the skipper made his announcement. Fortunately for him, Raschen didn’t have to do a lot of rescheduling for his department. He did go through and double check all his work anyway when he heard =^=Sullivan to Raschen=^= The first thing that went through his mind was ~what did I do wrong now~ but replied saying “Raschen here; what can I do for you Lieutenant?” After the little ‘spat’ he had with Sullivan during dinner he didn’t feel up to dealing with her yet. =^=I need to see you in the CTAC office with in the next fifteen minutes=^= ~Oh great, I must be in trouble again~ he thought “Roger that lieutenant, I’m on my way.” =^=Very well, Sullivan out=^= --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2136) ~I hope this doesn’t take to long; I still need to get ready. Good thing my gear is ready for me~ Chance thought as he pressed the button for the chime once he arrived to T’Larah’s office. (Reply Sullivan) As the door opened, Raschen saw Sullivan in her pirate garb. He was so surprised at how good she looked that he stepped back out into the passageway to read the door placard to make sure he was in the right place. When he re-entered the office he said “Uh lieutenant, you wanted to see me for something.” (Reply Sullivan) As she talked he couldn’t help look her up and down thinking ~I had no idea she could look this damn good~ (Reply Sullivan) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2133) [DING] "Enter." T'Larah said. As the doors parted Raschen did a double take and looked like he was ensuring that he was in the right office. “Uh lieutenant, you wanted to see me for something.” Raschen Inquired. "Yes, I did. Ensign, you seem pre-occupied, you must still have a lot of preparations to make, I assure you this will take little of your time. You can sit if you like." She said completely oblivious to Chances distraction. (Reply Raschen) "I asked you here for two reasons. The first is to verify the authenticity of my costume. What do you think? I was thinking of going with a Ferengi Neural Whip, and I may still. In your opinion would that be a prudent choice?" (Reply Raschen) "I will take that into consideration, thank you." she said, "Secondly, I asked you here to collaborate stories. We should each know each other's back story. Yours being more grounded in truth with fallacies only by omission, you just not telling anyone you are in Star Fleet, I on the other hand I have a back story completely grounded in fiction." she explained. "I'll start it off then you can fill me in on your history, as I should be familiar with my crew." "My name will be simply Vakaris, I am the progeny of a Romulan Centurion Father and a Terran political prisoner mother. In my early teens I managed to escape confinement with the help of unscrupulous guards willing to let me go in exchange for favors from my mother. I made my way across the galaxy by stowing away on freighters when I could sneak on or get charity from the kinder Captains, and bartered for passage if I was caught. You are assembling a crew for a new ship. You plan on getting the Prince and turning him in for a hansom reward, enough to buy your own vessel. In all outward appearances, you will be in command, but all major decisions will be run by me. Got everything so far?" (Reply Raschen) "Good, your turn, a brief description of your history, before Star Fleet. Anything that someone working for you since after you lost your ship." (Reply Raschen, IYW) "Very well, see you in the transporter room." (Reply None Necessary) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Junior Officer Cabin 27B - Day 5- 2150) Dorian had just changed in his civvies, but felt strangely disconnected from them. He had grown used to the cadet uniform, rarely leaving the academy grounds throughout his training. At first he'd feared being served, but then after his second year he'd just found that he could go about his normal routine all within the confines of the campus.. The only few times he would leave would be to hit the crags in the neighbouring states, and that consisted mostly of high-tech fibers in brightly coloured patterns. Somehow, he felt this was not exactly what was called for in gathering "scuttlebutt". So instead of just himself in his cabin, he'd spent the better part of an hour at the communal replicators, trying to pick out something that would seem conspicuous, yet comfortable and adaptable to many possible situations. He's settled on a pair of micro-fiber running shorts and sleeveless vest, both black, worn under a pair of straight-legged, slightly streching pants; a loose, dark blue shirt with a straight collar and a black synthetic leather jacket. The fact that it was a fire-retardant and had subtle ballistic reinforcment soothed him just a bit. Under the shirt, and over his sleeveless vest, he wore his wilderness running harness: a 16oz bladder with retractable drinking tube with a small pocket knife and flashlight, all in the small of his back. The blade was a ceramite and plastic composite so wouldn't trip metal detectors, but would still show up on regular scans. That is why he had a second one taped to the inner-blade of his prosthetic leg. With what little preparation he thought he could add to this minimalist gear, he made sure his quarters were in sterling conditions ~In case anyone has to come in and gather my personal belongings.~ He looked around, half-satisfied, then sighed and walked toward the sliding door. As it hushed open, he dimmed the lights, then walked briskly to Transporter room 3. (Reply any, none needed) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2200) Dralar stood in front of the full length mirror regarding his attire. The Brand of exile in his beak looked and felt real, but the doctors had assured him that it was completely removable once the mission was completed. It was almost painful to have the Skorr Symbol visible upon his person, but he knew that the only way that he would be accepted among the pirate population in Orion Space. Dralar had been in this space before, years ago, hunting down a raider and pirate Skorr whom bore this same mark upon her beak. Rather than be taken captive she had died in true Skorr fashion, she had fought to her death and fought believing that she was doing the right thing. Dralar regarded his costume, for there was no other words that he could use to regard his attire. In place of his Starfleet uniform of red, he word a soft leather Chim'ka, a traditional Skorr outfit. The loose fit of the garment allowed his wings full movement and would not hinder him if he should be forced to fight. He wore a imitation pair of the Claws of Shanda. They were made of a dull metal, not very well decorated, except for some spiral patterns carved into them. The blades however were exceptionally sharp and could cut through flesh and sinew with ease. They were fastened with leather straps to keep them in place. At his waist he carried a Skorr graviton pistol and carried a few extra power cells. The addition of bladed claw sheaths for his hands completed the costume. He looked very much like a Skorr outcast. A member exiled from his homeworld and destined to never again soar her skies. Sendam stood behind him, watching as the Prince checked his reflection from every angle. "So Sendam, how do I look? Do I appear fearsome and pirate-like?" Dralar asked his body servant. "You certainly look fearsome, my Lordship, but you look a bit too well groomed to be a dirty vagabond pirate." he replied. Dralar turned to face his friend. "Yes, I suppose you are right. How do we fix that problem?" "We should ruffle your feathers with a human device called a hairbrush, my lord. If we use it careful, we can cause your feathers to appear damaged and work in places without actually causing them harm. Then you will look like a Skorr Exile. Especially once we tatter the royal crest." Dralar was almost repulsed at the thought of touching his Royal crest, but he slowly nodded, realizing that Sendam was right. ""Very well. But just enough to make me look roguish. No more than that." he replied. Sendam nodded and walked over to the replicator. "Computer, One human hair brush with hair bristles, medium density and stiffness." There was a chirp and the device replicated a odd looking device made of wood. It was covered in some sort of hair tufts on one side and a hard wooden back on the other. Sendam retrieved it from the pad and brought it over to Dralar. He held it out to the Prince. "Dralar shook his head and said, "no, Sendam, I can not bring myself to do it. You do it please." The Body servant nodded and carefully started running the hair bristles through Dralar's feathers. This had the desired effect. The feather separated somewhat making them look uneven and somewhat ragged. The pass through the royal crest all but destroyed it at least enough so that it was not recognizable as such. Five minutes later, Sendam was finished and he spoke to Dralar. "There my lord, you look absolutely desperate and like a scoundrel." Dralar turned back to look into the mirror and made a clucking sound of surprise. The reflection that gazed back at him could never have passed as a member of the Skorr people. He was a degenerate looking desperado who was most assuredly down on his luck. The mark of the Exile was clearly seen and worn with a sort of pride. He looked as if he was waiting to take his revenge against the people who had done this to him. He looked just like her. The same steely-eyed countenance The proud determination, the resentment and pain burning behind those irises. It was the look of an expatriate who had only the hate of their old enemies to sustain them. "Yes Sendam, you have done a wonderful job. I almost frighten myself with this continence." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2209) Sullivan arrived at the transporter room a little early. She intended to ensure that the start of the mission went off with out a hitch. She was just about to speak to the transporter tech and ask questions, but Lt Dralar entered. Sullivan turned to great him. "Good evening Lieutenant Sullivan." Lt Dralar said. "Greetings Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" she returned his greeting. "I have these credit chips for the away team. Please see to it that you pass them out to the members of the team and advise them that there is ten thousand credits each available on them." he informed her. "So this is all we will be having while planet side?" she asked. "This will act as your initial pocket money while you are planet side, until Lieutenant Janeway can provide you with more currency as needed." he corrected her. "Understood." she replied simply. "Good Luck Mister Sullivan. Now if you will excuse me I must pass out more of these credit chips top the other away teams." he explained. "Thank you and absolutely, I wouln't want to keep you from your duties." she said as he exited the transporter room. T'Larah waited for the remainder of the group to show. (Reply any in Group 1) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2210) Dralar walked into the transporter room carrying a grouping of credit chips. He had not expected any of the members of the away team present, and so was moderately surprised to see Lieutenant Sullivan already there. "Good evening Lieutenant Sullivan." (Reply Sullivan) "I have these credit chips for the away team. Please see to it that you pass them out to the members of the team and advise them that there is ten thousand credits each available on them." (reply Sullivan) "This will act as your initial pocket money while you are planet side, until Lieutenant Janeway can provide you with more currency as needed." (reply Sullivan) "Good Luck Mister Sullivan. Now if you will excuse me I must pass out more of these credit chips to the other away teams." (reply Sullivan) Dralar turned and exited the transporter room. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2215) Like the first team, members of the third away team were already present and preparing for their departure from the ship. Dralar spotted Lieutenant Ro'Dal and approached her. He was impressed with her attire, finding it very functional and very un federation in any way. He bobbed his head in approval. "Lieutenant Ro'Dal," he said. " I have the initial credit chips for your team members. The captain asked me to transfer some additional credits to you in case you should need the additional monies. Each of the chips contains one-hundred thousand credits. Should you require more monies than that, you may pool your resources or contact Lieutenant Janeway once we have completed the monetary transactions." (reply Ro'Dal) "I wish you and your team, good luck. I must report to Transporter room two now." he explained, then turned and left the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2219) Marta arrived in the transporter room with time to spare. She had taken some extra time to make certain that her outfit was practical. She had scanned the weather patterns local for the area and had found that it was going to be a bit colder than she would have liked. On Starships, the temperature stays a constant 22.2-degrees C (72.0 F), while on Barakos VI the local temperature is roughly 13.3-degrees C (56 F) and was blustery and rainy. So to be best protected from the weather, Marta had selected a pair of duraweave jeans and a tank top, worn under a heavy wool reversible sweater. Over that she wore a loose scarf around her neck and a stocking style cap on here head to keep the rain at bay. A long badly scuffed trench coat that concealed a heavily modified Type three phaser rifle with a shortened barrel and ad hoc computerized sighting reinforced the appearance of someone that was not to be taken lightly. She carried a Romulan disruptor pistol tucked into her waist band as well as a couple of blades concealed on her person. The jacket allowed her to hide the Cardassian communicator and tricorder that she carried as well. Calf-high combat boots finished off the outfit, and Marta thought that she looked more the bounty hunter than a Starfleet marine. She smiled as she entered, she was ready for some action. (reply Caskie, Weaver, Ro'Dal) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 5- 2220) As soon as a woman he could only have described as a very dangerous panther prowled into the room, Dorian felt a little more at ease about the mission. She looked like she could more than handle herself in a fight, and as such could be left confidently in charge of any fisticuffs that might come up. It truly did look as if she had come to kick ass and chew bubble gum, but was all out of bubble gum. ~How ungentelmanly of me, but dammit, if she knows he schtick, I'll bloody well let her handle any trouble she wants to.~ His stance relaxed a little bit and he allowed himself to breathe a little bit, (No reply needed) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Three- CONN- Lt. Dralar- Day 5- 2221) Dralar entered transporter room three and approached the First officer. "The credit chips that the captain asked me to provide for our initial expenses, sir. Each one contains ten thousand credits." He held the chips out to the first officer. (reply All away team members) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 5- 2222) As soon as the meeting in the Observation Lounge was over Josh had gone straight back to her quarters. She had spent most of the day organising Sickbay so that it would work without her and all she needed to do now was choose her 'outfit' and get going. She had even managed this time to ask one of the nurses if they would be so kind as to check on Bruiser whilst she was away. So, back in her quarters she found herself, going through the padd that the FO had supplied them with earlier and looking over all the female costumes. ~Well,~ she thought to herself. ~I'm not wearing that.~ She called up another page. ~Or that.~ She called up yet another one. ~And I am certainly NOT going to wear THAT.~ A small smile crossed her face. ~Well, not in public, anyway.~ Finally finding a costume she was happy with she replicated it a began to look at the suggested weapons. She had replicated a fairly old but deadly efficient Romulan disruptor and a couple of Klingon knives, hoping all the while that she would never need to use them, when something stopped her in her tracks and cause her to smile. ~Absolutely perfect, and just what I need.~ Once everything she needed was laid out on her bed she began dressing. A pair of black leather trousers and a white shirt with wide sleeve to accommodate the holster for the knives. To top it all of she had a long black leather coat, and one of it's inside pockets she stuffed the fairly battered tricorder she had replicated. Josh hadn't bothered replicating shoes. Rather than suffer in a pair of replicated ones she simply hauled her old battered deck shoes out of her wardrobe. They were comfy, Josh knew that they fit and to be honest if she ever had to take to her heels on this mission she would prefer to wear them than anything else. So smiling as she fastened them she knew there were only one or two things left that she needed to take care of. Josh had considered slipping a couple of knock out hypo's into the internal pockets of her coat but had discarded that idea since they would be easily found by any security on Barakos. That one little thought had actually stopped all of the soul searching she had done over the last few hours too. There was only so much that she could get away with and facing that Josh simply accepted it. She simply could not chance slipping a communicator into her boot. Nor could she try to hide any StarFleet medicine on her person. The risk to everyone else was simply to great. So, as she regarded herself in the mirror there was only one thing left to do. Shaking her head she brought the long pleat that she usually wore round to the front and began to undo it. Once her hair hung free she used her hands to twist the entire mass onto the top of her head and pile it into a fairly neat pile. Holding it with one hand she turned to the last thing she had replicated. What looked like a simple pair of wooden spikes that would hold her hair in place, were actually a couple of ceramic daggers with wooden handles and sheaths. Pressing on one simple jewel allowed Josh to access the daggers rather than the spikes and Josh was quite pleased with them. They were an old Japanese design and Josh blessed those ancient Japanese women who had thought the idea up. Giving herself a once over in her mirror Josh smiled and headed of to Transporter Room Three. Most of her away team were there before her and Josh nodded to them all. (Reply anyone on Team 3) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------