Compile July 01 - 31 ------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 5 Stardate: 2408.02.20 (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2230) (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - CONN - Lt. Dralar/Trevak - Day 5- 2230.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2231) (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 2231.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos VI- Orbital Station V - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2231.7) <-- .7+ To the Time & Continuation Post (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2232) (Barakos IV – Point of Beam Down - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen/aka Chance Temerarious - 2233) (Barakos IV - Some Alley Way - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan [Vakaris] - 2233.5) (Barakos IV – Point of Beam Down - MCO - Lieutenant Smith / Eddy Stone- 2234) (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver- 2235) (Barakos IV - Some Alley Way - Sr. OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan [Rocko Lundeen]- 2235.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen/aka Chance Temerarious - 2245) <-- Continutation Post. (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2245.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos VI- Slave Market- PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2245.7) <-- .7+ To the Time & Continuation Post. (Barakos IV - Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan [Rocko Lunden] - 2247) <-- Continuation Post. (Barakos VI- Slave Market- Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2248) (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 2248.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CONN - Lt. Dralar/Trevak - Day 5- 2250) <-- Continuation Post. (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2250.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2252) <-- Continuation Post. (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan [Vakaris] - 2254) (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2255) (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Vessel Master - CPT Ed Raschen - 2257) (Barakos VI- Slave Market- Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2258) <-- Continuation Post. (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2258.5) <-- .5+ To the Time. (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - CONN, Lt. Dralar AKA Trevak - 2258.7) <-- .7+ To the Time. (Barakos IV- Slave Market- - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2259) (Barakos VI- Slave Market- ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 2300) (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module; Street - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2300.5) <-- .5+ To the time & Continuation Post. (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex -MCO – Lieutenant Smith [Eddy Stone] - 2301) (USS Rosenante - Air Ducts Above the Galley - House Pet - Norman - 2307) (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Vessel Master - CAPT Ed Raschen - 2307.5) <-- .5+ To the time. (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module; Street - CONN, Lt. Dralar AKA Trevak - 2308) <-- Continuation Post. ------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2230) To the Transporter Operator's credit, he had beamed them to a place in the Station where their arrival would go unnoticed, and they stepped through a door into the main transporter area. Ro'Dal was impressed to see three transporters were operative with lines of odd looking individuals waiting to be processed, as well as a shuttle bay beyond a transparent barrier that housed two shuttles, and from the looks of things one of them was preparing to leave. ~A stroke of luck, hopefully the rest of the mission goes as fortuitously and we find the Prince.~ She thought. Quickly, the Takaran led her away team to the shuttle bay entrance where their advancement was barred by a very large Orion male. "State your business." He growled at her. "Fool! Obviously we wish to transport to Barakos VI." Ro'Dal snarled at him. "We have come to view the slaves that are being auctioned off, now get out of the way!" The Orion thrust a hand at her throat but Ro'Dal deftly side-stepped, grabbed the offending appendage and manipulated it in such an excrutiatingly painful manner that he was forced quickly to his knees. "You look good on your knees, snark offal, perhaps I should collar you and save myself the trip!" Ro' hissed at him. "However orders are orders and we must go to the Slave Market, will you let us pass?" She twisted his hand viciously causing him to grimace and grind his teeth. The Orion mumbled something. "Speak up oaf!" "Yes, just let me get up will you, before the supervisor arrives." He requested. Ro'Dal released his aching hand and the big oaf stood up and aside to allow them to enter the shuttle bay. "Watch him." Ro' ordered as she passed him and entered. Once they were all assembled in the bay, they took their places in the short line that was shuffling slowly on to the shuttle and soon they were inside where it looked like it was standing room only, there were so many people packed in. "Now watch yer booty!" Ro' advised, looking around at the vast assortment of species pressed together, giving a nudge with her elbows if anyone got to close. ~This can't be safe, they must be way over load capacity.~ Well it just couldn't be helped, it was to late to opt for beaming down and the lines were longer, by the time they got to beam down they could be there an hour already. This was the best option. The door closed behind them and the engines revved up. ~At least we will be first off this sprat can.~ Ro'Dal kept one hand on her phaser's holster as they whisked out of the station and headed directly for the planet. (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - CONN - Lt. Dralar/Trevak - Day 5- 2230.5) The scene on the planet was even more dreary, if it could be so, than it had been the last time he had been on this planet. The scum of the galaxy seemed to have settled even deeper and the sheer stink of the corruption of the area mixed with the unpleasant odors of the diverse species that were forced together in such close confines. Skorr, fortunately, were not equipped with a particularly keen sense of smell. It was their eyesight that set them apart in the realm of sensory perception. Still, if Dralar could find the stench strong and somewhat overbearing, he could only imagine what the humans in the party thought of it. They had far more developed olfactory glands than he did. There were more drunks in the street here, than he had ever seen, not to mention the spastic sprinting of this individual or that from one door to another. A fist fight erupted from at least one of the adjacent buildings as they passed and Dralar wondered how many of the small and medium sized groups were already sizing them up as prey for the picking. Janeway seemed to think that the size of their party was drawing the undue attention because he had ordered the larger group broken into three smaller groups. The Prince, FO and CEO stuck together as the security teams and the marines each headed different directions looking for the exact bar that they were supposed to meet their contact in. Dralar wasn't certain how long they had wondered around the complex area in a sort of lost daze looking for any sign of the Slime Pit before they finally found it. What he did know, immediately upon entering the establishment was that the place was appropriately named. It was dirty, smelled horrible and was most assuredly staffed and frequented by the moral and social equivalent of the species that was the bar's namesake. The large slime filled pit was also present and Dralar guessed that the simple organism that could be glimpsed from the open doorway was the solution to cleaning up the detritus that might otherwise be left behind after bar brawls erupted in such a place. "It appears that this is the place Johnny" Dralar said, pointing one bladed claw towards the open gap in the shipping container that served as it's entrance. (reply Janeway) "Then I believe we should not keep him waiting any longer than needed. He is likely to be unhappy with our late arrival as it is." Dralar replied and followed the First Officer and the Chief Engineer into the structure. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2231) T'Larah looked at the team assembled. Fine group, she knew that they all had been trained very well by their supervisors and that some had never undertook such a mission. The only practical application she had was the incident on board the Champlain when they had the psychic spy on board. She logically knew that if their training was adequate, they would survive and succeed in this mission. She illogically hoped, despite hard evidence that she wouldn't that she would not have to bring anyone home in a body bag. (Reply any IYW) Once everyone assembled on the transporter, and was in position. She ordered the beam down. "You have the coordinates, as soon as there are no life signs in a 20 meter radius with direct LOS, energize." she ordered. And the assembled team sparkled away into the transporter. Instantly they assembled on the planet. They arrived in an ally roughly two blocks away from the Treasure Chest Entertainment Center. T'Larah visibly checked to ensure everyone arrived with her, and when she was satisfied. "Everyone, ensure any energy weapons are on stun, if they have that capability. Keep your attentions alert for possible hostilities, do not start a physical engagement but fight back with equal force when necessary, do not accept any duels. You may consume intoxicating beverages, but only to maintain appearances, and by no means get inebriated. Stay in character, from this point on, Mister Raschen is to appear to be in charge. Is that understood?" she said. (Reply all team one, Raschen) "So Mister Raschen, bring us to Easy Ed." she said. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 2231.5) Massox had been waiting for over an hour for the Federation Officers that he was supposed to meet. He had chosen the worst and most hazardous bar in this portion of the complex as their meeting point. It was filled with pirates and murderers of all sort, Nausicaans, Klingons, Orions, Breen and even a few Romulans. If the federation officers managed to survive their time in here, then maybe they deserved the monies that Orldar was to convey to them. He could care less what happened to them, as long as he was paid his cut. The compartment had seen better days. It was fashioned from a pair of Rosjini Shipping containers, Plasma welded together. The containers were never meant to sit in an atmosphere for such a long period of time, and so bright iridescent blue corrosion peaked out from beneath the dull rust red sealant that covered the majority of the building. The lighting was attached by exposed conduit from the ceiling with the best lighting reserved for the illumination of the central pit. This pit wasn't very deep, roughly five meters. It would not be difficult to climb out of it for most species if it wasn't occupied by a massive Moglodivian slime. This colony of simple celled sludge was not sentient, but it was perpetually hungry. It had been known to consume anything or anyone that had found it's way into the pit. It would roll over the would-be meal, engulf them and then exude a vicious digestive acid that could eat through most anything. It was fairly well fed, since there was no safety rail around the pit to prevent drunks from taking a misstep into the pit. Additionally, the owner, a Caitain outcast named Sildra, was reputed to accept monies after hours to rent out the slime's abilities to those wishing to dispose of a body, alive or dead. Kimberlane sat at a nearby table. And while the regulars all knew that he was part of Orldar's crew, the Andorian was hoping that the Feds didn't. The captain of the Revenant downed the last half-inch of his Andorian Ale as he still waited impatiently for the Federation officers to arrive. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI- Orbital Station V - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2231.7) They had reassembled in a room adjacent to the main transporter bay and it appeared that they had gone unnoticed. They had moved into the main area shortly thereafter and Marta was struck by the size of the crowd that was present. For some strange reason she had suspected that the station wouldn't be quite as busy as it was, but it seemed that half the planet's population had chosen this very moment to arrive here and decide to transport down to the planet. Ro'Dal led the team through the crowd towards the departing shuttles. With the exception of a short, easily handled, altercation with an Orion guard things went smoothly. The team boarded an overcrowded shuttle and departed for the Slave Markets below. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2232) As they stepped into the crowded processing area of the orbital station, T'Kron noted there were long ques of people waiting of all varieties of species. Many looked tired and out of sorts, though wealthy. T'Kron endeavored to not look too closely after a Nausican glanced over at him. Quickly, the Takaran led her away team to the shuttle bay entrance where their advancement was barred by a very large Orion male. He was cautious passing by the Orion guard who only glowered angrily at them with slitted eyes after Ro'Dal dealt with him in a hasty and painful manner insuring that they would board the shuttle before it left fro Barakos. Once they were all crammed in the shuttle, T'Kron found himself flooded with thoughts and emotions of others and hastily reinforced his mental shields to still the noise and conflicting emotional overtones. He frowned in deep distaste and concentrated on a calculating the mathematical formula for pi. He found some measure of surcease and was able to keep control of himself. The noise in his mind quieted. He made sure of his belongings and was able to keep a careful watch on his person. No pickpockets pulled anything out of his belt or boots. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Point of Beam Down - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen/aka Chance Temerarious - 2233) "Everyone, ensure any energy weapons are on stun, if they have that capability. Keep your attentions alert for possible hostilities, do not start a physical engagement but fight back with equal force when necessary, do not accept any duels. You may consume intoxicating beverages, but only to maintain appearances, and by no means get inebriated. Stay in character, from this point on, Mister Raschen is to appear to be in charge. Is that understood?" T'Larah had said. Chance couldn’t help but look at the Vulcan like she was a fool as he thought ~I wish to hell you had said that on the ship instead of down here~ “Hoo-Ah” was all he said because pedestrians were starting to close in on them. "So Mister Raschen, bring us to Easy Ed." she said. One reason Chance started using the name ‘Temerarious’ years before is because of his grandfather. When Chance first joined the Federation Irregular Forces, both he & Ed Raschen agreed that one infamous brigand named Raschen was more than sufficient for any family; there was no need for two. So Chance decided to use a pseudonym for his last name, but wasn’t sure what name to use. It was Chance’s late fiancé, T’Lela, that suggested the idea of using a synonym for ‘rash’, which is what Raschen means, she recommended to Chance that he use the word ‘temerarious’ as a last name. And that boys and girls, is how Chance Raschen originally got the name Chance Temerarious. Chance noticed beings of any number races and places passing by, getting closer and closer; so he snapped into his character, looked at the Vulcan and said “Vakaris; you can call me Chance, you can call me Temerarious, you can even call me a dirty son-of-a-b***h; but if you ever call me by that name while we’re here on this planet again, I guarantee you will never look at life the same. Is that understood?” Raschen said loud, in an almost harsh voice, in order to be overheard by the crowd gathering around them. (Reply Sullivan) Then he smiled at her and said “Good; now let’s go, the complex is this way” in an almost jovial manner as he pointed down a street and started walking in the direction that he was pointing. (Reply any iyw) As the group walked down the street, Chance looked at Sheridan and Smith “So what do you guys want to be called; or should I just use your first names?” he asked. (Reply Sheridan, Smith) “I think I can remember that” Chance said with a sarcastic smile on his face. (Posted by Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Some Alley Way - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan [Vakaris] - 2233.5) “Vakaris; you can call me Chance, you can call me Temerarious, you can even call me a dirty son-of-a-b***h; but if you ever call me by that name while we’re here on this planet again, I guarantee you will never look at life the same. Is that understood?” Chance said a little louder then he needed to, then T'Larah noticed the passers by getting closer, and realized why he did it. ~Funny a moment sooner and the same words would have got him an incident report sent to the Captain. Now stay in character.~ she told herself. "Yes, Chance." she said forcing an almost snarl of insubordination. ~It's weird shoving emotions to the front when I'm used to suppressing them.~ “Good; now let’s go, the complex is this way” Chance said in a manner T'Larah would describe as 'happy-go-lucky'. Her and the others followed. (Reply any Team 1) Chance inquired about the teams' cover names as they walked. T'Larah kept an eye out for people who may be a threat but for the most part the passers by left them alone. (Posted by Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Point of Beam Down - MCO - Lieutenant Smith / Eddy Stone- 2234) “So what do you guys want to be called or should I just use your first names?” Kenneth though for a moment recalling what one of his instructors had told him about going under cover. He waited until Sheridan had spoken and then looked at Raschen. "Eddy Stone." “I think I can remember that” ~We'll see about that after a few drinks~ With that Kenneth followed the rest towards there meeting. (posted by Robbie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Orbital Station V - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver- 2235) As soon as they got into the shuttle, Dorian's heart inched its way toward his throat. This packed, with so many strangers, had never figured into his mind until now. He was slightly separated from the team by the quite large and muscular body of a foul-smelling Nausicaan. Luckily, only his back was pressing into Dorian's face, which meant he could somehow make faces while breathing in. Now, that whole business with the Orion, no matter how much Dorian might have no inclination toward pitying him, was overstated, in his own humble opinion. Sure, making a statement can be valuable, but he'd have reserved that sort of action to accomplish more than stepping into a shuttle bay. Money would have been his way to go. ~Heavens' forbid there were actually security cameras that will have picked up, well, everything. No, it seems I definitely would not have been a security type.~ Dorian squirmed his way around a little bit, causing quite a few grunts from people who would have very much wished he'd remained stationary, to look over at the other team's member. He could only manage a glimpse at the back of T'Kron's head and a glimpse of PFC Nunez' profile. What a looker. She probably would break his arm in three different pieces if he ever voiced that though… …and then a lovely stroll through the Slave Pens of Barakos VI ought to really drive in that extra oommpfff of the place. Just the kind of environment he really felt at home in… ~not.~ (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Some Alley Way - Sr. OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan [Rocko Lundeen]- 2235.5) Phil took a second to gather his wits and then looked around then immediate area. The hairs on his neck were standing up - not a good sign to him. Chance and Vakaris were putting on an act as a small crowd had begun to assemble. Phil dropped back to the rear of the group to provide read guard security just in case the scenario went sour quickly. Phil forced what he hoped was a mean grin on his face. Phil's cover name was Rocko Lunden - a fellow NCO he knew had been discharged dishonorably. The real Rocko was then lost - no known whereabouts. So far the team had been left alone by the passers by they encountered. (posted by: Bill West) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen/aka Chance Temerarious - 2245) After walking a couple of city blocks down very busy sidewalks, Chance lead team to the front door of the Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex, or just simply the Treasure-plex. It wasn’t a large building considering how much business it did per day, but it was impressive none the less. The round, flat-roofed building itself sat on a 2 square acre lot and stood at least 7 stories tall plus an eighth story that went underground (The Dueling Pit) and looked like a modern version of the Roman Coliseum. As the group entered the establishment, Chance watched their faces and smiled at the range of reactions from his three team mates. (Reply all iyw) Starting at ground level and going up, the first level was a tavern; second was for gaming and gambling; third was the bordello; forth was a combination of the other three; then the fifth, sixth, and seventh levels were made up of conference rooms, private rooms, bed rooms, and offices of sorts. “This place was like a second home to me from the time I was a teenager.” Chance said as he looked up toward the skylight in the middle of the roof. (Reply any iyw) Just then an El-Aurian wearing an all black suit, holding a wine glass of Romulan Ale in one hand walked up to the group and said in an almost menacing tone “Well, well, well; if it isn’t Chance Temerarious…” (Posted by: Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2245.5) "It appears that this is the place Johnny" Dralar said, pointing one bladed claw towards the open gap in the shipping container after nearly 15 minutes of searching for the correct place. "I do belive you are correct Trevak" He said in a low voice as he began to move with the group towards the entrance. "Then I believe we should not keep him waiting any longer than needed. He is likely to be unhappy with our late arrival as it is." Dralar replied. Jono nodded but did not repond; he muttered to Bird to let the other two teams of three to begin converging on this position but not to linger too long; and then they entered. (Posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI- Slave Market- PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2245.7) The trip down to the surface lasted longer than Marta had wanted it to last. She spent the entire trip standing between a pair of Ferengi merchants who were trying to convince her to give them Oomlots. She had ignored them for the most part, only making contact with one as the shuttle was landing, because he had chosen to get a bit too personal. While Marta had exited the shuttle happily and pain free. The smaller of the two Ferengi merchants had exited holding his bleeding nose and coughing up blood- a result of the sudden and unexpected elbow to the nose, cleverly disguised as Marta turning a bit to flamboyantly on her heels to depart the slowly opening doors of the now stationary shuttle. Where the orbital station was crowded, the slave market was doubly so. The shuttle was resting on what appeared to be only one of half a dozen shuttle landing pads, which, were elevated just enough to allow a new arrival to see enough of the Slave pens and other infrastructure to support the market to gather their bearings. There was a motley crowd of mixed species, some acting as masters and others obviously slaves. They wove their way through the shifting labyrinth of slave cells and small vendors stalls in search of whatever type of sentient flesh they required for their particular needs. The entire scene was somewhat disgusting. It was apparent that there were various degrees of slavery. This was most prominently apparent by looking not only at the condition of the living cargo, but at the positioning of any given slave pen. Those that belonged to wealthier masters, seemed to have better equipped cages and were positioned in positions that afforded either better shade during the daylight hours and/or better sanitation and drainage during less than ideal weather conditions. Balkers walked between the different sectors of the caged commodities inspecting, haggling and occasionally punishing some slave or other, while brokers seemed to also be prevalent. The thing that caught Marta's attention the most was the vendors which walked around among everyone as the business carried on, selling various wares, promises or bits of refreshment. The genders of the slaves were segregated, although it did not appear that they were further segregated by species. And such a variety of species there were! Marta could see Trill, Klingons, Humans (and those species otherwise indistinguishable from humans short of a medical scan) as well as Romulans, Andorians, Vulcans, Cardassians, Breen and Bajorans. In addition to those she saw dozens of other species that she could not readily identify. One thing that did surprise her was an apparent lack of Orion Slaves in the pens. Those seemed to be tasked at other support jobs among the marketplace. Marta turned and looked at Ro'Dal. "So, where would you like to start?" she asked. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan [Rocko Lunden] - 2247) The complex looked like most 'entertainment centers' Phil had run into over the last 30 years. He remained in the back eying where all the doors were located. A stranger approached and spoke to Chance ""Well, well, well.. if it isn't Chance Temerarious." Rocko slowly inched his hand nearer his disruptor awaiting the next series of moves to play out. (posted by: Bill West) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI- Slave Market- Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2248) The shuttle had landed on what appeared to be one of half a dozen shuttle landing pads, which were elevated to allow them to see the Slave pens and other infrastructure. Ro' figured it was so they would know in which direction to go when they got to ground level. A Ferengi holding his bleeding nose and coughing up blood almost stumbled in to her, and she growled menacingly, shoving him roughly away from her. The trip down to the surface had been crowded, overheated, smelly; very unpleasant in fact and Ro' was mighty glad to get off the shuttle and on to the planet's surface to breath in some fresher air, but the stench wafting up from the slave pens and crowds of spectators and prospective buyers was almost as bad as the shuttle's air, and Ro' had felt like she was suffocating, so she was more than a little irritable. Didn't these people know what a sonic or water shower was? "Look where you're going worm turd, if you get blood on me you'll regret it." She snarled at him, and he backed away whining. Marine Nunez turned and looked at her. "So, where would you like to start?" she asked as the shuttles occupants brushed past them. "The male slaves are segregated from the females, that will simplify our search for the perfect specimen, so we will start in the right upper quadrant where the males are kept. When we get to the first set of cages we will split up into two parties, you will go with Weaver and T'Kron and I will go with Caskie. We will meet in one hour at the same spot we shall part company. If either party needs the other then whistle like this..." She stuck two fingers from each hand into her mouth, curling the tip of her tongue backwards with them and emitted a high, loud shriek of a whistle that had heads turning, and then headed down the steps to ground level, and in to the thicker stench of the crowd as they milled about her and the away team. ~By the Gods, I will be glad to get off this stinking place!!~ Ro' thought, breathing through her mouth so she wouldn't have to smell. (Posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 2248.5) Orldar watched as a group of three entered the bar. Two of them looked very soft around the edges, too young to be real pirates, but the Skorr with them looked authentic enough, but then again all Skorr looked like pirates to him, since he'd never seen anything of them save those that WERE pirates. He was almost making wagers in his head as to the odds of the three crossing the room unmolested, but apparently he wasn't the only one that thought the Skorr intimidating. Orldar at first dismissed them as Federation officers, because Skorr were not in the Federation and from what he understood, they didn't really work with Starfleet. But when the trio stopped at his table and the youngest one took a seat, Orldar realized that he had been mistaken and that these were indeed the Starfleet Officers that he was expecting. ~Well, it seems that their disguises worked well enough to get them to the table.~ he thought just before he greeted them with: "You're late." the Andorian hissed in an obviously irritated tone. "I expected you two hours ago." The youngest among them, the man that sat down opposite of Orldar replied, with a slight smile, "We were... unexpectedly delayed. BUT we are here now; do you have what we came for?" Orldar smiled, his one good antennae twitched and he laughed aloud, although not boisterously enough to gather undue attention. "And our agreement?" the Andorian replied, I'll get my portion of the monies as agreed?" he asked. (reply Janeway) The Captain looked at the federation officer, "Alright, then follow me." With an easy motion he rose to his feet revealing the Romulan disruptor that had been in his hand the entire time while sitting. Orldar noted the body of the Skorr tighten, but he stayed still. The Andorian holstered the weapon then turned and headed towards the back room. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit, CONN - Lt. Dralar/Trevak - Day 5- 2250) Dralar entered behind the other two officers as they pushed their way past a pair of Klingons trading insults at the door. The place held out no hope of improving once they were inside, and the Skorr Prince would almost have preferred to meet the Andorian smugger in a more readily controlled place, which was probably why the smuggler had chosen the one place where the Federation Officers would not have any control at all. He like the other two officers took in the setting. The place was filled with rowdy clientele. It would be very likely that before they left this place there would be a fight. Janeway must have spotted the Andorian Captain, because he pushed his way through the crowd and towards the rendezvous with a sense of determination that Dralar had never seen before displayed by the First Officer. The Andorian had selected a table, just a few feet away from the edge of the pit, positioned in such a way that it required the three Rosenante officers to navigate around the hazard. There were three additional standard chairs at the table, but as they were not well suited to Dralar's particular bioform, he decided to stand long before the party reached the ship's captain. (reply Janeway) "You're late." the Andorian hissed in an obviously irritated tone. "I expected you two hours ago." (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2250.5) An El-Aurian wearing an all black suit, holding a wine glass half full of Romulan Ale in one hand walked up to the group and said in an almost menacing tone “Well, well, well; if it isn’t Chance Temerarious… I hear the Star Hawk was destroyed by sinking into a planetary gravity well after a fight.” Turning toward the voice and smiled as he recognized who had said his name “Lucien La Croix, still always in the know I see.” Chance exclaimed as he walked up and hugged the man. Stepping away from his friend “I thought you would be arriving here eventually considering what a rarity it is for you or Ed to be here without the other. Plus there are ‘others’ up in one of the conference rooms as well.” the El-Aurian said. Smiling at Lucien “Let me go see Ed first then. I’ll visit with you afterwards.” Chance said and shook hands with the El-Aurian as he started heading for the lift that went up toward the bordello. Chance checked over his shoulder to make sure that the others were right behind him and they all entered the lift. (Reply Smith) Once inside with the lift doors shut, Raschen considered the looks in his teammate’s eyes “La Croix was once a Starfleet Marine Corps assassin during the last war with the Cardassians. He was assigned to me as a liaison officer with orders to kill me if I ever got out of control. Well, when our Klingon ‘allies’ attacked F.I.F. members after the Cardassians surrendered to us instead of them. La Croix fought alongside of me when I captured the Masked Shrike, a B’rel class Bird-of-Prey.” (Reply Sheridan) “I’ll find out who these ‘others’ are before the end of tonight. I'm gonna speak with La Croix before that anyway. I have this idea, but I need to see if he still has the Shrike or not. If he does, I want to put it in orbit between Barakos and ‘Quixote’s Ride’. Give us an edge in many ways.” (Reply Sullivan) As the lift doors opened Chance found Ed sitting at a table nest to the banister that overlooked the Pit and started walking as he answered the Vulcan’s question like an instructor would “It’s an old pirate trick. You just put the decoy ship in a location somewhere between the planet and your real ship; then when you beam up from the planet you go to the decoy. As the folks that are chasing you think they have you AND your ship, they will beam to the decoy; as they do that, you will automatically beam to your true ship and be underway while your pursuers are still searching the decoy for you. To beam down, you just go true to decoy then to planet. Isn’t that right Ed?” Chance finished as he walked up behind his grandfather with a young prostitute sitting in his lap. (Posted by: Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2252) They made their way through the rowdy and uncontrollable crowd to the centre of the rather dirty establishment. Pushing their way through the crowd Jono noticed the Andorian captain and then began moving towards him at an increased speed; pushing people out the way as he went. There were three extra chairs at the table, Jono took the centre one and then allowed the captain to speak first as Bird took a seat also. "You're late." the Andorian hissed in an obviously irritated tone. "I expected you two hours ago." Jono waited for a moment studying the captain, and then he moved forward a little and smiled. "We were... unexpedidly delayed. BUT we are here now; do you have what we came for?" He said leaning back in his chair. He knew fulwell the Andorian Captain would have been stupid to bring the amount of money they would be batering for to this location. (Posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan [Vakaris] - 2254) After Chance's brief conversation with the gentleman at the door the team entered the complex. A brief glance around showed a myriad of people going about the business of being entertained. A series of tables were visible from the door, different sentients were squaring off in duels of precision, accuracy, a hint of imagination and blind luck, playing Domjot. The playing area formed a ring around the center which was also lined with small tables with three chairs each, for viewing of the dueling pit. The floor was a deep blue marble like substance. Probably to facilitate easy clean up after someone's game didn't go as planned and they resorted to physical violence. "YOU CHEATED!" yelled one. "YOU ACCUSE ME?!" shot back the response. Violence ensued when one threw the other on the table and began striking him with his closed fist. The sound that followed could only be described as meat being tenderized with the occasional crunch of bone on bone. The tables nearest were the only ones that seem to notice, they parted ways and chose other shots to take. Other tables seemed oblivious. The sound died out as the brushed metal doors of the lift closed. Chance pushed the appropriate button to take the lift to where they were going. He then answered Smith's question of how he knew the gentlemen at the door, and Chief asked about the others the gentleman spoke of, then they were at their destination. "What is this idea?" T'Larah asked as the lift doors parted. T'Larah was assaulted by the bright lights and sounds of a gentleman's club. She focused the majority of her attention to Chance's answer. Chance explained as he looked around and made his way to their contact's table. “It’s an old pirate trick. You just put the decoy ship in a location somewhere between the planet and your real ship; then when you beam up from the planet you go to the decoy. As the folks that are chasing you think they have you AND your ship, they will beam to the decoy; as they do that, you will automatically beam to your true ship and be underway while your pursuers are still searching the decoy for you. To beam down, you just go true to decoy then to planet. Isn’t that right Ed?” The man who sat in front of them was draped by a young woman with jade skin and raven colored hair, he looked at the later part of middle aged, but still "healthy as an ox". He held a largish ale in the other hand about half drank. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2255) Once Janeway had assured the 'Captain' that they had the money as agreed Massox stood up and lead them into a back room. As the door opened two other men could be seen inside. One of them Jono unfortunetly instantly recognised as a Starfleet officer who had graduated the academy at the same time as himself. He didnt linger looking at the man but continued to walk into the room with great confidence. His hand perched on one of his concealed weapons. "Janeway? Jono Janeway?" The ex-starfleet officer said. "You know this man?" The Andorian captain asked. "Yes, He's Jono Janeway, I graduated the academy with him, we were in the same tactical classes. He went on to be the Chief Tactical Officer of the Champlain." "Is this true?" Oldar then said as he turned to face Janeway head-on. Jono stood their for a second not looking particulary bothered by the fact his true name had just been said. Jono moved slightly; "Whether it is true or not Mr. Massox. It should not interfere with our business. I have gone by many names in the many years I have been alive. Whether Janeway is one of them I will not confirm or un-confirm the truthfullness of your hired help. Now to our business." He said with quite a forceful tone. moving the conversation on. (posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Vessel Master - CPT Ed Raschen - 2257) Ed took a largish drag of his mug of ale. His attention was on Seria, the young lady on his arm. ~I may even take this one back to my room.~ He thought as she spoke. "Babe, buy me another drink, please." she cooed. "As soon as the waitress comes over." he promised, signaling to the server. Ed saw his kin approach from the elevator. "...Isn’t that right Ed?” Said Chance, due to the music that was all of Chances words that he had heard with any certainty. "Absolutely." he said with a smile, still having no idea what he said. (Reply Chance) "Good, good. Chance this is Seria; Seria this is Chance an old friend of mine, we used to work together." ~I think it would be bad to introduce him as kin at this point, Seria's pretty and fun, but I don't know if I trust her yet.~ (Reply Chance) "So who are your colleagues? You've brought quite an entourage with you. Usually means that you have work..." (Reply Chance, Sullivan, Smith, Sheridan, IYW & Room for more) When the introductions are done. "Babyy, where's my drink?" she said nearly whining. "That's right, sorry babe." He signaled the serving girl a little more insistent this time. The young woman came over. "Sorry folks, I'm Cynthia what can I get for you?" The slim young lady said approaching the table. She wore a black suit-vest, inspired by the Terran 20th Century tuxedo complete with bow tie. The vest itself was low cut and high hemmed at the bottom, covered in black sequins. Her bright pink shoulder length hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skirt was velvet, black and impossibly short, barely covering her gluteals. "The young lady will have a... Saurian Brandy, hell just bring the bottle and two glasses, I'll help her drink." The jade lady smiled and relaxed her head leaning on Ed's shoulder. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI- Slave Market- Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 2258) It had taken them several minutes to wend their way, pushing and shoving, through milling bodies and gawping spectators to get to the first lot of caged males. Ro' checked her wrist chronometer and syncronized it with the others'. "Meet back here by 0000 hours and pray we are successful and meet with no emergency." (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2258.5) Chance walked up, bent down and gave the older man a hug from behind; patted his shoulder and said “How have you been you old coot” and released the man. "Good, good. Chance this is Seria; Seria this is Chance an old friend of mine, we used to work together." ~I think it would be bad to introduce him as kin at this point, Seria's pretty and fun, but I don't know if I trust her yet.~ As he walked around the table and sat down, Chance started to laugh a little as he motioned his teammates to sit as well. "So who are your colleagues? You've brought quite an entourage with you. Usually means that you have work..." “Oh sorry about that; this is Vakaris, Rocko Lundeen, and Eddy Stone” Chance said as he pointed to each in turn. He then gestured toward his grandpa “Folks, this is Ed Raschen. Possibly still one of the more feared bounty hunters out there.” (Reply all named iyw) The privateer then faced the bounty hunter “As a matter of fact I do have a handful of jobs on the line. One will pay well and another will pay cost plus 20%, and I’m in the market for a ship since the Star Hawk was destroyed. One last thing, please tell me that Margaret still refuses to enter sweepstakes at all costs.” (Reply Ed, any iyw) “Lets have a drink or two and then we’ll go were we can talk shop. Sound like a plan?” Chance commented. (Reply any at table) When the waitress in the tuxedo came to get their drink orders, Chance ordered one of his ‘old reliable’ drinks Scotch, no water, no ice, and in a tall glass. (Posted by: Charlie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV, Entertainment Module III - The Slime Pit - CONN, Lt. Dralar AKA Trevak - 2258.7) There was a moment of tension in the air as the Captain's security man had correctly identified Janeway, and for a few moments, Dralar prepared himself to move should things prove to degenerate sufficiently to warrant an attack. "Is this true?" Oldar then said as he turned to face Janeway head-on. Jono stood there for a second not looking particularly bothered by the fact his true name had just been said. Dralar watched Janeway with his peripheral vision while keeping his eyes firmly planted on the Andorian smuggler and his crew. "Whether it is true or not Mr. Massox. It should not interfere with our business. I have gone by many names in the many years I have been alive. Whether Janeway is one of them I will not confirm or un-confirm the truthfulness of your hired help. Now to our business." Jono replied. Dralar had to admit that the dismissive manner in which Jono handled the situation seemed to have been the exact tact to take. The Andorian Captain smiled, before replying, "Quite right! I suppose it really doesn't matter as long as I get my cut now does it?" The Skorr Prince noted the more relaxed body language of the captain and his men, although the junior man who had recognized Janeway seemed to be nervous. The discussion continued for several minutes, the location to a hangar given where the exchange could be completed and half the Captain's payment transferred to the Andorian. Janeway had then asked Dralar along with one marine and a security officer to accompany the smuggler to the hanger to ensure that there was no transfer of currency beyond that which the First officer had already agreed. Then the first officer and CEO had departed leaving the three federation officers alone with the Captain and his men. Massox turned to his two crewmen. "Let's get this moved, I want it in the hangar soon. Mason, go and see to it that the hangar is ready for our arrival, then head back to the ship. I want to be sure that no one follows our benefactors.." "Right away," the older man said, then departed. As he left the room, he called in a couple of other who took the handle at either end of the box and carried it. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV- Slave Market- - PFC- Marta 'Nun' Nunez- Day 5- 2259) Marta turned and looked at Ro'Dal. "So, where would you like to start?" she asked. "The male slaves are segregated from the females, that will simplify our search for the perfect specimen, so we will start in the right upper quadrant where the males are kept. When we get to the first set of cages we will split up into two parties, you will go with Weaver and T'Kron and I will go with Caskie. We will meet in one hour at the same spot we shall part company. If either party needs the other then whistle like this..." She stuck two fingers from each hand into her mouth and emitted a high, loud shriek of a whistle that had heads turning, and then headed down the steps to ground level, and in to the thicker stench of the crowd as they milled about her and the away team. Marta followed as Ro'Dal led the way down the steps and into the narrow corridors that ran between the slave pens. She was surprised to find that the corridors were not just dirt paths as she had originally concluded, but seemed to be instead a hard stone or stone-like construction materials that was simply very dirty. This meant that there very well could be something below them, although Marta could not see any sort of means that would indicate that to be true. The team reached the back corner that Ro'Dal had indicated. There, they split into two groups, Ro'Dal and Caskie; and Marta, Weaver and T'kron. They were to reassemble at 0000 ship's time, a little more than an hour away. Technically either one of the two ensigns out ranked her, since she was enlisted and so for a while she just waited for wither of them to take the lead. When that didn't happen, she decided that she would do so. "Let's head this way." She said and turned towards a series of cages aligned along a route opposite of the one chosen by Lieutenant Ro'Dal. Marta was not a large woman, so the crowd really didn't seem to bother her much. She was able to duck and weave through them without a need to force her way through. She stopped periodically to make certain that she had not lost either Weaver or T'Kron. Between picking her way through the crowd, and checking on the position of her other two team mates, she would give an interested review of this cage or another in the hopes of spotting a Cartenian. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI- Slave Market- ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 2300) "Meet back here by 0000 hours and pray we are successful and meet with no emergency." ~I'd pray if I thought it would help, chief.~ Dorian was careful not to salute his superior officer, instead shrugged diffidently. His was not the top position anyway, in any real or fake hierarchy. He looked significantly at T'Kron. The shuttle ride had been very unpleasant, and more than a little unsafe for all of the overload. Even if the stench here was palpable, at least his foot was planted on firm ground. Already, Dorian looked ahead, trying to spot as many slaves as possible. Chances were slim, and there was a certain maddening feeling that they could be doing something better. Dorian felt strangely detached. He did not endorse slavery, he could not find it morally justifiable, but as he approached the market, his inner voice was strangely silent. He had a job to do, and that was it. He could change the world , but on his own time. He was on the payroll, as strange as that sounded, and the Powers That Be wanted something else from him. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets, glad to be lightly geared, and fell in to follow Nunez and T'Kron in a search pattern. Hopefully, this would be as safe as could be and he'd be back in the ship in no time. He somehow hadn't had this in mind when he had wished for time away from the Rose. His bunkmate from the academy had copied him the Nose of El Capitan for the holodeck, and he was dying to finally give it a go. (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module; Street - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway AKA Johnny Rewllet - 2300.5) Jono stepped out onto the street outside the Slime Pit. The transaction was completed, He had asked Dralar or Trevak to accompany the Captain and his help to the point where they would be meeting to take the gold bars of their hands. Dralar had taken a marine and a security officer with him. They had 40 minutes to find a shuttle they could take quickly and with no hassle. He turned to Bird; "Keep an eye out for anyone you think could be selling" He had mentioned to the marines and security to do the same and they quickly departed to opposite ends of the module. Jono found it hard to keep with Bird in the crowds of the street; people were just throwing bottles, plates and all sorts across the street while the loud music kept them dancing and drinking the night away. As Bird got seperated from him he quickly brushed past someones back to catch up with him, as he did so he said "This place is manic" Bird nodded. Before the continue any further a tall' bulky man pulled on Jono's shoulder. He forcefully was turned around, "YOU knokkkked my drink. Yourrr gonnna pay Mister!" He man said, quite obviously drunk. Jono had done nothing of the sort, He muttered "We dont have time for this." as the man pushed him back into the crowd. Jono left himself loose and through himself back as the man lunged at him to avoid becoming injured. Before the man did anything else, Bird stepped in. He quickly said, "We're rather busy. We will pay for your drink, if that is acceptable with you?" As Jono quickly made his way back to Birds side, all he saw was a quick flash of metal and a scream of pain from Bird. Next thing he saw was Birds body lieing on the ground. He lunged forward tapping his emergancy key for the marines and security officers. The man lunged at him knocking some people out of the way, Jono side stepped and then twisted the mans neck killing him instantly. Two more followed, one of them got a flying kick to the head and the other shot in the chest. In all the commotion several smaller battles had began in different sections of the street, most of them started because people wanted to get a better view of their fight. The smaller fights quickly esculated into a street war, He knew his officers were well trained to make their way back to Janeway and Bird. Unforunetly they were smack bang in the middle of the street. Jono fell to the floor to avoid a punch and stayed down by Birds body. The mans breathing was laberous but he still alive; He had to get him transported back to the Rose ASAP. He looked back the men who had attacked him and Bird were now dead, badly injured or in some other fight. Everyone had seemed to forget what started the fight. Jono quickly began dragging Bird through the chaos having to stop more than once when someone stumbled on their path or someone through themselves at Jono and only with his combat training did he continuosly conserve enough energy to fight and keep dragging Bird along. He had removed the dagger from the Lt's chest as soon as he had reached him. He kept the dagger in his pocket in case the medical team needed it and had rapped Pauls injury with some loose bandages he had in his bag. They wouldnt hold for much longer. Jono noted an allyway quite close to their position after fending of another attack. He crouched low and picked Bird up, slung him over his shoulders and made a quick run towards the allyway. He made it and put the Lieutenant down on the floor. He tapped his concealed comm. badge and said. "Janeway to the Rose. Medical Emmergancy. I repeat Medical Emmergency. Lock onto Lt. Birds lifesign and beam him directly to the Medical Bay. He has been stabbed." and then Jono closed the link, no more than 2 seconds later did the transporter beam grab onto Birds body and he was taken from the planet. ~Please let him live~ he thought to himself. He pulled himself up and then quickly moved out of the allyway as inconspiculously as he could do so. As he stepped outside of it he caught the sight of the marines and security officers walking towards him, one of them raised a weapon in Jonos direction and he became confused. Only to realise there was a man stood behind him with a starfleet phaser pointed at his head. "Its on the highest setting, Lt. Janeway. Move and you die. Now tell you friends to follow me." He said with a slight un-easyness in his voice. Jono couldnt tell who it was he couldnt see their face atall. Jono made motions for the team to follow the man and then was directed where to go as the man continued to point his weapon at Jono's body walking behind him. "Who are you?" Jono asked as they continued walking. The man said nothing. He lead them into a dark room which seemed to lead ont to some sort of hangar bay. It was then when the man turned around shut the door behind them and then holstered his weapon. "You have nothing to fear from me, Lt. Janeway." Jono turned around and then saw who it was; it waws the older man out of Captain Massox's help. He looked at the man suspiciously. "You know my name, so what is yours?" Jono said quickly. "I am or was, Lieutenant Junior Grade George Samson of the USS Lovelop; a small vessel which was destroyed long ago. My story is this; I was part of an away team here in Orion Space our mission was discovered and we were striken from Starfleet as they completly ignored the fact that we were Starfleet Officers. We had been warned they would do so. Fortunetly for me I wasnt captured with the rest of my team as the First Officer of the time had ordered me elsewhere. I have hidden out on this planet taking various amounts of work to keep the shuttle which his behind us" He pointed through the blackened out windows, "a secret. I met your friend Stephen when he fled the Federation after Doenitz I joined Captain Massox along with Stephen not telling him my real identity. Now I know you need a shuttle for the rest of your mission. The shuttle I have has continuously been on the Orion Market since my away team got caught under several different names so it had a full backstory and no-one will question that it is a pirate vessel. My away team bought it for our mission; however it was never used. I will give it to you for free; as long as you take me with you." Jono studied the man for a moment, it made sense that he would have starfleet weapons if he was on an away team down here. So that explained the phaser. "And how do you know that we at the moment are working for Starfleet? What makes you so sure...?" He said. "Simple reasoning to be honest. If you had turned rogue you wouldnt still be using Starfleet combat maneuvers straight out of the book, you would have gained a little more how shall I say it.. 'rogue'ish' fighting. It seems that you Mr. Janeway havent picked any of that up. Plus that with the fact that I followed you after your friend was hurt and saw him transported away. Almost confirms my suspicions." Jono smiled slightly and sighed, "Then I suppose we have no choice but to believe your or kill you. Since their has been too much death today allready I choose to believe you... for the time being." "Good. Now we must hurry your time is almost up and you must meet Massox in his hangar bay to get the gold." George said. "Follow me" He said as he marched through the opposite door to the one they came in. "Its quite roomy for a shuttle and has some pretty nifty 'add-ons' myself being an engineer enall I've tried to keep her up-to-date with any perks I could find. She'll server your purpose well. This is the shuttle Aries," he said finally as the hatch way opened. Jono stepped inside and was surprised how much room their was, Samson hadnt lied about the room. They would be able to fit the gold and at they very least two away teams comfortable in the shuttle. "Everyone, In." he said quickly. As they did so he closed the door and then made his way up front with George. "I cannot be seen when you trade with Massox, If he asked you bouht this shuttle off a man called Nion Lor'vak. Here is the paperwork to prove it. Now lets get this baby of the ground." Jono nodded and sat back as he watched George take the ship out of the docking bay. It took around 5 minutes to circle the complex to where Massox had agreed to meet them with the gold. As they touched down he could see Dralar stood proud at the entrance to the bay, he was glad the Skor had come. He thought anyone else and Massox may have tried to pull a fast one over their eyes. Jono stepped out of the shuttle after helping George into one of the more concealed cabins and then walked to the so called Captain. "I assume its all there?" He said in a snide voice. (Reply Massox/Dralar) "Good, My men will begin to load it onto our shuttle. If that is it Captain we will be on our way. We have a tight deadline to meet." (Reply Massox - room for more if needed) Jono turned his back on the captain after sorting everything out an moved his hand for the marines and security to begin lifting the packages of gold bars onto the ship. He moved to Dralar and pulled him aside. "Did everything go OK? Any unexpected hitches..?" He asked quietly. (Reply Dralar AKA Trevak) Jono nodded and scowled slightly, "Bird was injured badly. He was stabbed through the chest, I fear for his life. But the medics should be working on him now. We gained an unexpeted ally, which is where this ship came from. But I'll fill you in on the way back. Will you be able to fly this ship?" He asked, knowing only partly of the greatness of Dralars flying skills. (Reply Dralar AKA Trevak) Once the gold had been stored safetly Jono stepped onto the shuttle and showed Dralar to the front of the shuttle. He left the Skor to familiarise himself with the funtions of the shuttle and left him to go speak with Lt. Samson. Once the shuttle had taken of and were well out of ear-shot from the hangar bay he said. "I am Acting First Officer of the USS Rosenante, Lt. Jono Janeway. I felt you should know who I was. We are making our way back to the Rose now, however we will keep the co-ordinates a secret from you for now. You understand not everyone will believe your story at first. You will need to speak with our captain and until we leave orion space we cant confirm or un-confirm your story with SFHQ." George simply nodded, "It is what is expected.". Jono left him to make sure all the rest of the away team were OK and un-injured. One of his security officers had gained a bruise on his head but nothing more, Jono insisted he go to the medical bay as soon as they made it back to the Rosenante. He made his way back to the front of the shuttle and took the seat next to Dralar. Once Dralar mentioned they were getting close to the Rose Jono began a multi-phaisc scan looking for any ships in the vacinity of sensor range. "Nothing" he muttered. "Good." He quickly encrytped a message on the same wave band he new the Rose was on, then used his pass-codes to hack into the Rosenantes computers and put the message straight onto the bridge. He knew the crew would probably be panicking thinking some unknown source was trying to hack the Rosenantes computers using his codes so he quickly enabled a face-to-face message with the bridge before they could shut him out. "Sorry about that" he said, as he enabled the link. "It was the safest way I could think of to make sure we wernt intercepted. Lt. Janeway here, we have the money and a shuttle, requesting permission to dock. Please send a message to Captain Salid that I need to speak with him as soon as possible. And if it is possible could you tell me the condition of Lt. Paul Bird." Jono said speaking with the officer in charge. The officer looked saddened and then looked up at the screen, "We will do as you ask, Sir." He said, "However Lt. Bird died during transport to the Rosenante. The medical team couldnt do anything for him." Jono looked away from the screen for a moment in disgust. He sighed and said, "Thank-you, Lt. We'll be with you soon." He sighed as the closed the link down and sat back in his chair. He had the urge to his the hull above him but knew it would be a stupid futile act and wouldnt bring his friend back. ~I should have been, I could have been quicker.~ (Reply Dralar IYW) He announced Birds death on the communications system throughout the shuttle and heard his mean swearing and cursing when they found out. ~This is a sad day for everyone~ he thought; Bird was liked beyond recognition. Not many officers could say that almost every department liked them usually one deparment had a grude agaisnt the department head, but not Bird. He managed to stay neutral in most fights and was a friend to everyone. Dralar took the new-found shuttle into the cloaked ships hangar bay with great precision and once they were docked, Jono made his way to the door and grabbed George. "You're with me." He said, the door opened and then he stepped back onto the USS Rosenante. (Posted by Jono) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex -MCO – Lieutenant Smith [Eddy Stone] - 2301) “Oh sorry about that; this is Vakaris, Rocko Lundeen, and Eddy Stone” Chance said as he pointed to each in turn. He then gestured toward his grandpa “Folks, this is Ed Raschen. Possibly still one of the more feared bounty hunters out there.” Stone looked at the privateer and nodded. His eyes slowly looked around the large room scrutinising the people in it. He had see a few suspicious characters since entering the place but where they were situated he was surprised not to see more. “Lets have a drink or two and then we’ll go were we can talk shop. Sound like a plan?” Stone gave a grin. "That sounds like a plan." He looked around to see a waitress heading towards them. When she arrived as asked them for their order he asked for a beer. As the others gave their order he felt his stomach give a silent growl. ~Right then a few beers, a kebab and my evening will be sorted~ (Posted by: Robbie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Air Ducts Above the Galley - House Pet - Norman - 2307) Soon the delectable smell of exotic foods led Norman to it's source. He licked his lips, partially in anticipation, partially to clean up the drool. ~Now that's what I'm talking about, CHOICES.~ Thought the gray kitty. Starfleet air vents are designed to allow access with minimal effort to those who knew how to access them, fortunately for this not so little kitty, he had spent all of his time cruising around the air ducts, first on the Champlain, and now on the Rosenante. On the precise spot required Norman forcefully stomps down with his right back foot and the vent catch releases, opening to the room below. He looks down for a good landing spot. ~There, I will land there.~ He thinks and then drops down, landing on the cutting board, catching the attention of a woman in an all white outfit. (Reply Chef Marcia Gastineau) ~Whoa, who are you?~ "MEEAOW." Norman says as he hops down to the floor and begins to rub against the young woman's pant leg. "PRRRRR." His purr is easily audible by the young woman. ~Who ever you are, give me food.~ (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV – Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - Vessel Master - CAPT Ed Raschen - 2307.5) “As a matter of fact I do have a handful of jobs on the line. One will pay well and another will pay cost plus 20%, and I’m in the market for a ship since the Star Hawk was destroyed. One last thing, please tell me that Margaret still refuses to enter sweepstakes at all costs.” Chance said. "Yeah, I think we got her broke of that habit." Ed said grinning. "I do watch her sometimes, just in case." “Lets have a drink or two and then we’ll go were we can talk shop. Sound like a plan?” Chance commented. No sooner did Chance coment on drinks did the jade-skinned woman respond."Babyy, where's my drink?" Seria said nearly whining. Ed signalled the waitress, she came over and took their drink orders and left, shortly returning with a tray full intoxicating beverages. Once everyone got there beverages, Ed poured one for his companion and himself. He hefted his glass to his nose and inhaled it's scent deeply. He took a sip and seemed satisfied in the quality and set the glass down. Seria had already downed hers in one massive gulp and smiled, relaxing her head on Ed's shoulder. "So which job specificly brings you back around the nest, Chance?" he asked in a normal speaking tone, confident his date was fast asleep. (Reply Chance) "Spit it out, boy, time's a wasting." (Reply Chance) "You don't say... I didn't know you were in that business." Ed exclaimed. (posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos VI, Entertainment Module; Street - CONN, Lt. Dralar AKA Trevak - 2308) The procession had been forced to adjust it's course a few times as a result of a sudden and unexplainable riot that had appeared out of nowhere. Dralar had followed along silently, although he soon found himself a bit lost after a few of the turns. He wasn't too concerned about this, since he could always take to the air to get a better view of his surroundings. The real problem would be not drawing fire from some drunk or drugged member of the crowd. (Posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile -------------------------------------------------------------