Compile July 01 - 31 ------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 5 Stardate: 2408.02.20 (USS Rosenante, Trade winds, Aide Momat Bettan- Day 3- 1930) (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) (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Lieutenant Brollax Yibdar - Day 5- 2012) (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2013) <-- Added Name into Header. (USS Rosenante, First Officers Office - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2115) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room Three - CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 5 -2117) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2133) (USS Rosenante – CTAC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2135) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2209) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Sr OPS NCO -SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 2211) (Unamed planet - Xanadu Gothos Keep, Throne Room - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2211.5) <-- .5+ To the post. (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2212) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 2213) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room Three - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2218) <-- Continuation Post. (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - MCO - Kenneth 'SatNav' Smith - 2219) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2219.5) <-- .5+ To the time (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen - 2220) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2221) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2221.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2222) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2223) (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2227) <-- Continuation Post. ------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Trade winds, Aide Momat Bettan- Day 3- 1930) Momat had been sitting in the brig now for at least two hours. As usual Frendol had gotten him into trouble. Sure, Momat had THOUGHT about starting a fight, but he had managed to control that urge, despite everything that had been said. It had been Frendol that had lost his temper, and during the process of trying to separate the two factions, Momat had been punched and then thrown in the brig for his troubles. The man that he recognized as the Chief of Security for the ship came in and approached his cell. Momat looked up as the man asked for a few security guards to act as a witness to some event that must be forthcoming. Once the other Federation officers were in place the security Chief said, "Sir, I’m Ensign Chance Raschen. I have come to apologize for assaulting you inside the Trade Winds sir. I am sorry for not only hitting you, but for any injury I may have caused you." Momat was confused. Here was the chief of security apologizing for doing his job. "There is no need for an apology, Ras-chen." he replied. "I understand that you were doing your duty, just as I hope you understand that I was trying to separate Frendol from the others. Besides I am not injured." Raschen turned to his witnesses “Thank you gentlemen, you may return to your duties.” After they departed, Chance stepped closer to the cell. “You want to know something; deep down I don’t give a rat’s @$$ if you accept it or not. I obeyed my orders, and that is that. Good night sir.” Momat was again confused. And besides what is a rat? (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (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) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Lieutenant Brollax Yibdar - Day 5- 2012) "I um.. um." Ensign Maddox stammered. Brollax watched the obviously concerned Ensign with a sort of detached amusement. "Please Ensign Maddox, if you are to be the Assistant Chief Science Officer aboard this vessel, you must be better spoken. I do not believe that, 'I um.. um.' is even translatable by the universal translator into any sort of semblance of an explanation. Usually there is more to it than that." The man stood for a few seconds as if trying to collect his thoughts. Brollax allowed his eyes to travel down to the deck where the broken glass was scattered all about. "Oh, that?" he said. "It's not that critical. I have another globe's worth for experiments in my quarters. Besides, there's no need to lament over burnt Baskos roots. Although, Engineering will probably need to be called to perform a check of the systems contained in the roof of this corridor. Seeing the fact that the liquid when it evaporates become very caustic to most materials of a none crystalline nature." Still not giving the ensign a chance to speak, the Yaderan continued, "It a remarkable liquid actually Mister Maddox, corrosive in gaseous form, as I already mention, reacts to most materials in some fashion while in a liquid form, evaporates immediately when exposed to oxygen and for some strange reason can not be transported by transporter or replicated. So it's quite difficult as you can imagine to get it INTO the glass globe, whereas you have proven it very simple to remove." "I'm so sorry, are you okay? were you injured?" he finally asked, still wondering why Maddox had not spoken back to him. (reply Maddox) (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Corridor Outside Science Lab 2 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 2013) "I'm so sorry, are you okay? were you injured?" asked the Officer. "I am fine, just a little embarrassed," he truncated the truth, as he wiped glass off his clothes with a couple of quick delicate sweeps. "Only a slightly bruised ego I suppose." he said finally. ~Just won't tell him about what.~ he promised himself. "My forte really isn't chemistry, but would have liked to get a chance to look at that, that is before I broke it." he said. (Reply Lt. Yibdar) "I was just working on a type of Nanite that may be of use to you and your globe containment. If we construct the nanites out of a crystalline, like silicon dioxide or the like, and put the globe in an inert gas like xenon, it won't be exposed to oxygen when opened by the nanites, and then they can send back all the data you would ever need." he rambled on and on before the Lieutenant stopped him. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, First Officers Office - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2115) Jono had made his way from his quarters to his office; the officers which wernt as sure about what was happening may have glanced at him strangley. It was odd to see the first officer out of uniform unless it was a social event on the ship. He was wearing a white T-shit with a bland coloured jumper over the top; he had hood added on encase of bad weather and to make the jumped look older with the shoddy craftsmenship. On his bottom half were a pair of green and black trousers with heavy black boots on his feet. He had shouldered a couple of weapons; hidden amoung his person. They were; Two knives, one non-standard starfleet phaser on the inside of his jumper and a concealed fold down phaser rifle in his backpack he would be wearing. Inside the pack were several documents which faked his identity and whole life. He had just got Sullivans call when several other reports which needed signing off came through; ~Damn that~ He thought and quickly read throuh them and signed as he heard the Captains announcement. He pinned his commbadge onto the inside of his t-shirt and set it on silent. Once finished his prepatory work he made his way through the ship quickly to the bridge; where he was told the Captain and Third Officer had left him in charge while they changed and got ready for the mission. He took the centre seat cursing about the fact he could have filled those reports out at that point and waited for the designated time that they were set to meet at the transporter rooms. (Posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room Three - CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 5 -2117) "Thank-you, Lieutenant." The first officer replied as he took the chips and placed them carefully in his backpack "Out of interest; What is your current back-story and name for the duration of this mission?" "I'm sorry sir, back-story?" Dralar asked, "I am by all appearances in exile from the Skorr Hegemony" he said pointing one bladed claw at the apparent burn mark in his beak. "It is the mark of the expatriate, someone who has committed a crime against the Skorr people by opposing the government in a illegal manner. You would never find a Skorr in Orion Space unless they had been outcast for some reason. we simply do not deal with pirates." (reply Janeway) "I suppose if I must choose one, I would say... plotting a revolt against the High King, although being caught before it could be implemented otherwise I would have been executed. So a plotter a conspiracist if you will." (reply Janeway) "I had not given any thought to using a name other than my own." (reply Janeway) "Perhaps then for the duration of this mission I will be called Trevak." (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (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." (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – CTAC Offices - aCSEC – Ensign Chance Raschen - 2135) “I assure you this will take little of your time. You can sit if you like." She said completely oblivious to Chances distraction. “Thank you” Chance said as he sat down, but having a difficult time trying to keep his eyes off of her exposed belly and cleavage. "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?" “The whip is a good idea. However, may I suggest you put on a shirt that covers your mid-section? I recommend you wear a corset that is made of a wire mesh fabric over your shirt; that will give you some protection and show off your figure without making you look like your some kind of sex slave yourself. "I will take that into consideration; thank you." she said, "Secondly, I asked you here to corroborate 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?" “Vakaris” Chance said questioningly making sure he could pronounce it correctly. “Vakaris, that’s a good one. I think it best we don’t say anything about the prince until after we talk with Ed though. But yes lieutenant, I have everything so far.” He said keeping his concerns and reservations to himself. "Good, your turn, a brief description of your history, before Star Fleet. Anything that someone working for you should know since you lost your ship." “Well, let’s see. I am Chance Temerarious; I’m a civilian veteran of the latest Car-Fed war were I served as a privateer in the Federation Irregular Forces (F.I.F.). After the war I took part in an SFI program called Project: Scarlet Pimpernel. I was then contracted as a Federation privateer conducting missions that were too objectionable for Starfleet to perform inside enemy, allied, as well as Federation territories. I was one of the first captains in the re-constituted F.I.F. clear-up until I joined Starfleet. That’s the short version lieutenant; if there is nothing else, I best be on my way and get ready.” "Very well, see you in the transporter room." (Posted by Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (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. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Sr OPS NCO -SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 2211) Phil entered the transporter area and looked to see who else had arrived. He noticed Lt Sullivan and went to report in. He noticed Lt Sullivan and Lt Draxlar talking. He waited till they were completed their discussion before reporting to his team leader. "Lt Sullivan, Chief Sheridan reporting in" Sheridan told the officer before him. (reply: Lt Sullivan) Phil was a bit uncomfortable as he had not had many missions where he was out of uniform. Cloak and dagger missions were not his forte'. Sheridan reviewed his cover story with Lt. Sullivan. "Lieutenant, I did not get a chance to review my cover story with you but here is what I thought might be plausible. I suggest that I portray a disgraced and dishonorably discharged OPS NCO" Phil paused to allow the Lieutenant to comment. (reply: Lt Sullivan) There had been a lot of discharges after Admiral Doernitz had been defeated and Phil thought this was a decent cover. (posted by: Bill West) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Unamed planet - Xanadu Gothos Keep, Throne Room - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2211.5) The business of the day was just about completed. O'Banyan had shipped out 75 slaves from pens two and three to make the place less crowded and more livable. Dead slaves didn't make anyone any latinum. He retailed a couple of Rigellian scholars, Draxor and Trayon to the P'Tar University on Rigel 4 for 75,000 latinum pieces. They were academics and didn't have any knowledge that O'Banyan thought he could profitably use. His captains never minded being heroes that delivered them back, though it was never the one that appropriated them. He returned a Bajoran Kai to Bajor because she was freaking him out with all this talk about the Prophets. It was getting on his nerves and he gave the Bajorans a religious discount and took only 10,000 latinum in 'rescuing' her for them. Doyle was still negotiating with the Tholians about the Horta eggs. He was relieved that they were more interested in the rare earth elements Captain Ree had liberated from one of the freighter ships. Doyle was reluctant to feed any kind of sentient being to another to consume as food. If anything he was going to sell them to the mining consortium on Barakos IV. It would take less transit time to send them to Barakos IV than to Tholian space. If they hatched on the way there, it could be a profitless trip. Dependable captains and crews were hard to find. The Tholians bought all the rare elements he had at three time their worth and were open to stating regular trade with him. In a private audience with Judith Wilson, O'Banyan paid her 35,000 latinum pieces for finding the two preserver colonies. He asked her if she could get information about slavery practices within either culture. If slavery was an ongoing practice already within the Bedouin culture as he suspected it might be, then it would be easier to inculcate his trading presence there. He sternly admonished Ms Wilson that she was not to divulge the knowledge of either preserver colony to anyone. He even ordered her to erase any files about them off of her computer systems on her ship. The night promised to be the usual celebration of debauchery and sampling the pleasures of his keep. There was a huge banquet of food, Romulan ale, and exotic females as well as watching the effects of his many mind altering drugs on those in his employ. Drug addiction was one way to keep his minions under tight control. By the time the festivities were over O'Banyan, various servers, Kirisa S'Tarl and his guards were the only ones left standing. Doyle whispered into Kirisa's ear, "Follow me." She handed him the leash to her collar and meekly fell in behind him. It had been a profitable day and was one hell of a good night. (Posted by Jim McCrary) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2212) "Lt Sullivan, Chief Sheridan reporting in" said the chief. "Excellent, welcome to team one Chief." she turned around as she greeted him. She regarded his attire. ~Seems good enough.~ she thought. (Reply Chief Sheridan IYW) "Lieutenant, I did not get a chance to review my cover story with you but here is what I thought might be plausible. I suggest that I portray a disgraced and dishonorably discharged OPS NCO" presented the Senior Non-Commissioned Officer. "Sounds plausible, and with the war just now coming to a close now there would be a sudden increase in discharges. I suggest you get the details to your story, what side you were on, details about the event or events that led to your end time in service, and send a text only message to the Captain through the communications officer. So we can set up an intercept program for what people will get when they put inquiries in for you." she said. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Sr Operations NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 2213) Phil arrived in Transporter Room 1 and greeted the leader of his Team Lt Sullivan. She greeted him with "Excellent, welcome to team one Chief." she turned around as she greeted him. Phil ran through his cover story for her. Sheridan was dressed in a working man's pair of pants, open necked shirt and scruffy work boots with a vest. Nothing that would draw attention to himself. Phil nodded at the Lieutenant suggested some additional details for his cover. He decided that his character would be a former Doernitz flunky and how he had been captured during the attack on the MARS Defense systems platform. He quickly made some notes and sent the information as directed by Lt Sullivan. Phil rested, taking some breaths to calm down as they awaited the other team membes. (Posted by: Bill West) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room Three - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2218) Jono had managed to get into transporter room three before any of his team; Lt. Dralar however quickly followed him in and approached. Jono appreciated having Dralar on his team; he didnt think many merchants would want to deal too dirtily with the looming presence of Dralar around; plus he knew that Dralars diplomacy skills would most likely come in handy. "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. Jono nodded to Dralar and said; "Thank-you, Lieutenant." As he took the chips and placed them carefully in his backpack; he would handle the chips until they gained credable money - at which point they would need a ship to courier it around. "Out of interest; What is your current backstory and name for the duration of this mission?" (Pos ted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - MCO - Kenneth 'SatNav' Smith - 2219) Kenneth walked into the transport room. He felt strangely relaxed in what he was wearing. His battered old jacket that he wore over his shirt covered not only him but a few hidden weapons. This was not the first time he had gone on this type of away mission. He saw that he was not alone and that Sulliva and Sheridan were also waiting. He was about to talk to them when Raschen entered the room. “evening, everyone ready to have a good time tonight?” He nodded to Raschen "Ready to hit the Bars." He said with a grin. (Posted by Robbie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 2219.5) "I'm sorry sir, back-story?" Dralar asked, "I am by all appearances in exile from the Skorr Hegemony" he said pointing one bladed claw at the apparent burn mark in his beak. "It is the mark of the expatriate, someone who has committed a crime against the Skorr people by opposing the government in a illegal manner. You would never find a Skorr in Orion Space unless they had been outcast for some reason. we simply do not deal with pirates." Jono nodded; "I see.. Hmmm. However it is best to have on rehearsed; best not to make it look like you are making it up on the spot if asked on the planet." "I suppose if I must choose one, I would say... plotting a revolt against the High King, although being caught before it could be implemented otherwise I would have been executed. So a plotter a conspiracist if you will." "Excellent; and what name will you be using for the duration of the mission?" "I had not given any thought to using a name other than my own." "It would be best I think if your name was changed; if anyone were to research into a Dralar from the Skorr culture they may well come across your picture." "Perhaps then for the duration of this mission I will be called Trevak." "Perfect." Jono said as he noticed parts of his team arrived; three marines and three security officers marched through the doors all in civilian clothing. He moved over to both groups being careful to learn each of their backstories and names if he didnt know them already. Once he was assured they wouldnt let him down he awaited for Lt Bird and then explained to the transporter chief where their transport co-ordinates were and gave him instructions on the transport. "Gather up people, onto the padd." He tapped his concealed comm.badge before stepping up and said; "Lt. Janeway to Teams 1, 3 and Main Bridge. We're ready and assembled in Transporter Room three; good luck to you all. See you soon." He nodded to the transporter chief once he was in position and the conversation and finished, he felt the transporter grip onto his molecules and readied his hands inside his pockets. ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen - 2220) As Raschen walked up to the door to the transporter room, he replayed the conversation he had in his quarters with Metia Rone and it had him a little on edge. Fortunately for him, he will be returning to a lifestyle that he knows, even if it is temporary. The more Chance thought about it the more he began to smile because he was the only one in the away missions that didn’t need a cover story, he could just simply be himself; a fact that he was sure to get him court-marshaled again in the reasonably foreseeable future. As the door opened, he saw the three ‘S’s; Sullivan, Smith and Sheridan. Walking in “evening, everyone ready to have a good time tonight?” he asked with a smile on his face still amazed that Sullivan looked so good out of uniform. He couldn’t help but wonder how good she looked out of cloths altogether. (Posted by: Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2221) “Evening, everyone ready to have a good time tonight?” Raschen said in a tone that T'Larah would classify as jovial. "Ready to hit the Bars." came Smith's simple reply. "That depends on what you classify as a 'good time'." she said. She still had the same outfit on only now in the small of her back she carried a coiled neural whip. Though she did take his advice and introduced duranium weave strips into the jacket liner, for additional protection. It seems that perhaps Raschen didn't realize what Vakaris had used to barter, in some instances. She hoped she wouldn't have to regret that decision. She did however, carry in a duffel another set of less revealing clothes to bring with in case she knew they would get into a fight, or an assault was required. (posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2221.5 Dressed in her chosen attire with her MeqleH in a sheath strapped to her back so she could grab it quickly if necessary, and the antique phaser in a holster strapped to her leather clad thigh, Ro'Dal was more than ready, willing and eager to get things rolling with her away team. She gave those already present a satisfied nod, pleased that they had arrived early, and then tugged on the skin tight, fingerless gloves as if trying to make them fit more snuggly as she walked over to the marine she knew as 'Nun' Nunez. "My apologies Mister Nunez for not having you meet with us in the observation lounge, it was an oversight on my part. However no harm is done, I just have to tell you that we are using surnames to address each other by in order to avoid any confusion, I am simply Ro'Dal so that is easy enough, I saw no reason to invent names as I am sure nobody there would know us anyway. We have here," She indicated Ensign Weaver. "Weaver. T'Kron and Caskie will be joining us directly, there no points for knowing who is who when they arrive." She cracked a smile. (reply Nunez) "For your information, I am First Mate and Caskie is ship's Sawbones....We are beaming down to one of the orbital stations and from there will either beam to the Slave Market or travel via shuttle." Ro'Dal then told the transport operator where she wished him to beam her team. "The closest orbital station will suffice." She said, to which he nodded and tapped in some coordinates. When the last member of her team arrived, she congratulated them on their choice of garments and weapons and then stepped up on to the transporter pad. "When we are all assembled, you may energize." She told the T.O. (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2222) Marta had reported as ordered. She had been given a heads up by Lieutenant Dralar that she was to be included in the away mission and what basically that mission was to be. The communication from Lieutenant Ro'Dal only confirmed what the Skorr officer had told her. She wasn't long in the transporter room when Ro'Dal approached her. "My apologies Mister Nunez for not having you meet with us in the observation lounge, it was an oversight on my part. However no harm is done, I just have to tell you that we are using surnames to address each other by in order to avoid any confusion, I am simply Ro'Dal so that is easy enough, I saw no reason to invent names as I am sure nobody there would know us anyway. We have here," She indicated Ensign Weaver. "Weaver. T'Kron and Caskie will be joining us directly, there are no points for knowing who is who when they arrive." She cracked a smile. "I understand, sir." Marta replied. She didn't bother telling the lieutenant that she already knew who the CMO was and had interacted with Ensign T'kron once or twice since they had been aboard the Rosenante. For her part in this operation, she was all marine. "For your information, I am First Mate and Caskie is ship's Sawbones....We are beaming down to one of the orbital stations and from there will either beam to the Slave Market or travel via shuttle." Marta remained silent taking in the data concerning the mission as she understood it and committing the details to memory. While the marine was busy readying herself mentally, Lieutenant Ro'Dal had given orders to the transporter operator concerning their beam in point. Once the entire team was assembled and in place on the transporter pad, the order was given and the team dematerialized. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2223) T'Kron wore no perfume or other scented materials. He only made sure that he was clean and his clothing was presentable. He had taken the time to insure that the materials that comprised his attire looked worn and scuffed, as if he had worn it repeatedly over the course of time, although they were spotless and looked as though they had been neatly mended. He appeared in Transporter Room 3 wearing a dark navy blue long sleeved tunic and a short woolen cape. He had a small nondescript non Starfleet energy pistol tucked in a holster at his belt and a short curved sword in a sheath as well as a dagger strapped into his left boot. His pants were a nondescript dark gray and were faded in spots. He studied the others and hoped they would all fit in. Seeing Private Marta Nunez, Lt. Ro'Dal and Dr. Caskie he nodded politely and waited for Ensign Dorian Weaver. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2227) Once the transporter beam let go of them, Jono quickly took a look around. The backstreet they had transported into was near pitch black; he found it hard to see much in those conditions. However if his ears wernt mistaken the main Entertainment was to the west of them; loud music and screams of pure delight and joy were coming from a couple of streets down. He could also hear bottles smashing and loud shouts which didnt sound great. He looked around his team, he nodded to them all and said "That way then" He said nodding in the direction of the music. As they made their way around the corner their seemed to be much happening at once, people drinking; dancing; shouting; running in and out of various buildings which looked to be the main bars. It occured to Jono that them moving around in a group of 9 wouldnt appear so odd when he could see large groups moving around quite easily. The street was packed full of drunkards and noone even looked twice at them. He moved his way through the crowd and then said; "Split up but dont leave groups of three; find the bar we are supposed to meet for our deals and try to blend in. Be careful." He said looking at them all. Dralar and Bird accompanied him while the group of marines went left and the security officers went right. (Posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile -------------------------------------------------------------