Compile#2 AUGUST 3-9 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 5 Stardate: 2408.02.20 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Deck - Quarters - Sr OPS NCO Phillip Sheridan -0200 ) (USS Rosenante - Holodeck 2 - Chief OPS NCO- SCPO Phil Sheridan - 0212) (Barakos IV - Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2345) (USS Rosenante ­ Personal Quarters ­ ACEO - Lt. Steven Matrix - 0101) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 6 Stardate: 2408.02.21 Compile Summary (Orion Space- Unknown Location- Jackie O'Banyan- 2000) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos - Throne Room – Captain Doyle O'Banyan – 0600) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - COUNS - Counselor, Ens. Sally Trent - 1115) (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1327) (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Master Trader Doyle O'Banyan 1338) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1345) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lt. Steven Matrix - 1345) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1349.5) (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Master Trader Doyle O'Banyan - 1352) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1355) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1358) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1400) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1407) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin-Kohmal Dahl- 1408) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1415) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1417) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1418) (USS Rosenante Observation Lounge Engineer Ensign T'Kron 1420) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1445) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1448) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1450) (USS Rosenante - Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1455) (USS Rosenante - Deck 11 - Corridor - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1456) (USS Rosenante - Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1455) (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1510) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1512) (Gladius - Bridge - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1730) (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1908) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1910) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie 0 Day 6 -1912) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck - Quarters - Sr OPS NCO Phillip Sheridan -0200 ) Phil was, well not himself, to put it mildly. He was trying to sleep but sound sleep kept eluding him. He had served over thirty years and seen a lot of death over that time. Phil thought himself immune to the loss of life - but in fact he never had learned to grieve. Phil Sheridan never understood how beings could be that cruel to each other. History seemed to keep repeating itself - the massacres on old earth and the Kittomer massacre of recent times. When Phil did manage to sleep, his dreams relived the destruction of the NIMITZ. The dreams were vivid as f he was reliving them each time he closed his eyes.> Each night he relived the merciless pounding his> beloved NIMITZ had taken. Sheridan could vividly see the bridge erupting in a shower of severed electrical circuits, burning equipment and dead and injured crew. Awaking in a pool of sweat, Phil headed to the shower to try and wake up fully. The sonic vibrations of the shower began to beat on him somewhat helping him come to a better state of being. Sheridan dressed and start walking around his current vessel. Phil was seeing or more precisely, thinking he was seeing dead NIMITZ crew mates. He was weak and sagged against a nearby bulkhead Nate Fuller, Phil;s friend came close and being concerned he went to his side, "Hey Phil, buddy you OK?" he asked Sheridan. Phil took a few breaths and looked at Nate. "I'm seeing crew mates from the NIMITZ" Sheridan replied. Fuller looked at his friend and told him ""Well, I got just the thing. Follow me." He said and the pair went to the holodeck. Nate began to explain on the way. "Well when I went through college at the University of Iowa, when ever I had issues I had to work through, I'd always go play pool or darts at the local bar. You look like you need to work through some stuff, so that's where we're going." Phil smiled weakly and replied simply "O.K.". Nate went on to explain how visiting the bar and playing the various games there helped him work through his issues. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Holodeck 2 - Chief OPS NCO- SCPO Phil Sheridan - 0212) Nate quickly told the holodeck computer what he wanted created. Sheridan and Fuller stepped into the holodeck. It represented a college bar. Phil finally smiled and told Nate, when Nate inquired if he were hungry or thirsty, Phil smiled weakly and said "You bet" to both questions. Phil and Nate sat down - Phil looked at his pal and said "Thanks Nate". (reply: Nate/ others in Bar) (posted by: Bill West --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Barakos IV - Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 2345) ". and if there is anything you need Chance, you know how to get in touch with me." Ed said. Chance stood up and embraced the older man and said something in his ear barely perceptible "Love you." "You too" The senior said. With that Chance left the rest of the group behind and headed for the lift. When he stepped off, he almost ran into Lucien La Croix "I was just about to come get you; they are getting anxious for our presence." "Then by all means, lead the way." Chance said smiling at his friend as he followed him to the meeting chamber. As they entered the room, all eyes turned towards Chance. Of the some 25 beings sitting around the table, Chance only knew few of them first hand. An example was Colonel D'rajevon who had convinced Chance to join the reconstituted Federation Irregular Forces that he had assembled for, then, Admiral Doenitz. One of the flag officers in the room that still maintained a position in the Federation hierarchy stood up and addressed Chance as he entered the room "Well if it isn't the Stellar Pilgrim himself, how've you been captain?" Chance couldn't help but smile at the woman when she asked her question. Chance put his hands in his pockets "You know me; it totally depends on the wine, the women, and the song. But there is something we need to discuss however." (Barakos IV - Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex - aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen [Chance Temerarious] - 0005) When Chance caught up to the group, T'Larah spoke. "Was your excursion fruitful?" she asked. With a rakish smile on his face "You know, I honestly can't say at this time." Chance simply said. "You don't have to, yet." she said and looked around as if to ensure no one was watching before "Sullivan to Rosenante, four to beam up." she said and the transporter beam enveloped them. Chance couldn't believe that Sullivan was bold enough to make that call right in front of the complex. (Reply None) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante ­ Personal Quarters ­ ACEO - Lt. Steven Matrix - 0101) "Computer, decrease light intensity by twenty-five percent." Matrix unpacked his duty bag and reflected on the loss of Lieutenant Bird, he would be truly missed, not only as an excellent engineer and officer, but a friend. Matrix hadn't known Paul Bird long, but the friendship he had with some of the other crew members was unique and special. The crew's faces told the story. Matrix tapped the electronic keypad on his bookshelf that revealed a drawer and within it a walnut box. He picked up the finely crafted box and smiled. It was a gift from his father back on Earth...the intent was for a special occasion. Matrix guessed this was as special an occasion as any. He was celebrating, alone, his post on the Rosenante and the memory of friends. The label on the bottle read, "Earth - Sol System - 2013. The Macallan distillery in Speyside, Scotland since 1824." Matrix reflected on old friends, both whom he's lost touch with and those who were lost in the line of duty. Alura came to the front of those memories. Where has Alura gone after the Paladin was destroyed? Did she survive? It was all a blur, one Matrix could never find the answers to. His long time friend Commander Scott Emerson in Star Fleet intelligence couldn't find any crediable information on Alura either. The two of them had shared a drink in her name and their friendship. ~ I wonder where Scott is these days?~ Matrix asked himself as he sipped the scotch in his glass. ~Smooth, I'm sure.~ reflected Matrix. Matrix looked at the empty glass then to the bottle of scotch, nearly full. His mood turned into sorrow and self pity as he first reflected on the loss of Lieutenant Bird, then memory of his beloved Alura. The scotch amplified his mood for good or bad, he didn't care. He poured until the glass was full. (USS Rosenante ­ Personal Quarters ­ ACEO - Lt. Steven Matrix - 0643) Matrix startled by a fleeting memory of his last moments on the Paladin, awoke. His brain reminded him of the painful injuries, his arm sore from that impression. He pulled himself up from the table where he had fallen asleep, pouring himself into the mood gazing at old photographs of friends and a special photo of Alura. The only one he had managed to take of her. Alura was striking to say the least, and didn't enjoy being photographed. Matrix through that was strange given her good looks. She could open worlds up with her charm...when she showed it. He remembered her smile and gruff demeanor around the crew, but soft spoken and vulnerable around Matrix. He never took advantage of that, but instead remained a gentleman and above all a friend. Rubbing his face, he glanced at empty scotch bottle now tipped over on the table. His glass on the floor broken, how or when he didn't remember. His head hurt from the impromptu sleep posture and no doubt from the rotgut now gone. Glancing at the chronometer, realizing the time, "Crap! I'd better get over to engineering." exclaimed Matrix. He stood up and nearly passed out from the throbbing in his head. Slowly he made his way to the shower. There, hopefully, he'd find some relief from the self-inflicted celebration earlier that morning. (reply none) (Posted by Steve) ********************************************** (Orion Space- Unknown Location- Jackie O'Banyan- 2000) Jackie sat at the console in her quarters reviewing the latest information streams from the Cartenian conflict. The data was coming in in spurts from a variety of sources but it all seemed to be indicating the same thing; the tenuous peace agreement was about to implode upon itself. Knowing that her mother would be pleased at the news, she greedily absorbed any of the information that she could so that shortly, when Morella arrived, she'd be able to give her every tiny tantalizing bit of how her plan was coming to fruition. She absently ran her hand along her temple brushing an errant lock of her auburn hair from her face. She then found herself absently running her fingers over the silken fabric of the dress that she wore as she continued to read the latest reports. Jackie had been here for many years, at first she was nothing more than a slave, captured by pirates along with her birth mother, many years ago. She had been young then, and destined to believe in the sacred trust that a little girl has in her father to protect her from harm. She had waited many nights, first in tears and then in sorrow and finally in hatred waiting for the man that had abandoned them to the life of a slave. Her birth mother had died within the first year of her captivity. It was a death born out of desperation, she had stabbed the man that she had been sold to, and when his bodyguards attempted to take her for punishment, she had stabbed herself in the bosom and expired. Jackie had been left alone then, a young child, subject to the wiles of an unclear fate. She would become someone's slave, be used and discarded and perhaps someday killed. She had determined then to set her own fate. Abandoned by both parents, her mother by her own hand and her father through his inaction to rescue her, she toughened herself. Fought with the other slaves, killed one or two when they crossed her, until they left her alone. It was this brutal existence that had earned her the interest of her master. Although only twelve at the time, he had seen in her a great deal of potential. He had decided to send her to his boss, a woman named Morella. To say that Morella took pity upon her wouldn't be entirely accurate. The Orion Pirate had instead seen the same promise that her underling had recognized and had decided to nurture it. The smartest of Morella's slaves were brought forward to tutor the young girl, who learned early on that poor performance in her studies would result in beatings and punishment. She learned quickly, and when she had exhausted the collective knowledge of those tutors, others were brought in. In time she devoured all their collective fields of study; languages, archeology, hard sciences, economics, military science and computers. She learned to be ruthless by watching Morella and was taught how to brew and administer exotic toxins as well. Time passed, and eventually it was realized by Jackie that she wasn't a mere slave. She wore no obedience collar, and she answered to no one save Morella. The two women, matron and young apprentice, began to have discussions then, political discussions. Morella had decided that Jackie would one day inherit what she had built, as the older woman had not bore children of her own. She was taught to use the sword, a favorite weapon of Morella's as well as how to kill with her bear hands or an energy weapon. She began to command a pirate ship with an implacable crew, to give her command experience and to cut her teeth in combat during the war with the Ferengi. She saw death and savored the joys of life that she had made for herself. She sheathed herself in fine silks, adorned herself in gold and silver or precious gems and once she had reached an appropriate age, taken only the finest stock from the pens as her lovers. Now she was embroiled in the middle of this plan, trying desperately to keep watch over the minutest details to ensure that there would be nothing that could interfere with her plan to build the most profitable weapons smuggling empire the Orion Syndicate had ever seen. When she wore the mantle of power that was Morella's the quadrant would quake in fear at the very mention of her name. She would teach them all what it was to be a slave and they would worship her for it. The soft hiss of the door to her quarters sliding open drew her immediate attention. the soft pop of Morella's shoes on the floor told her who the intruder was. "yes mother?" she inquired without turning around. "How goes our little plan tonight?" "Well enough," Jackie replied, "There are threats that the stalemate between the Cartenian fleets may well collapse even before the agreed upon deadline. Our agents have been busy there sowing discontent and discord. once the information is revealed that the Arturians kidnapped the prince solely to execute him, the war will be renewed with even more vigor." Morella nodded, Jackie could see her in the reflection of her monitor. "Very well done, you will be a strong queen someday my dear." "There is more," Jackie said even as she was smiling at the compliment given her. "Please do share." "I have arranged for twenty ships to be loaded with our latest weapons. I have thought to sell it to our Meldovian allies. And then, of course, I shall sell a similar amount to our compatriots in the Arturian court at a later date." A smile flickered across her lips. "A worthy endeavor, I am certain it will fair a good bit of money." "Yes indeed, I believe it will bring us twice what it normally would in the current market, once our Arturian agents destroy the weapons depots on Meldovia as planned. And then of course again on the inverse side of the plan." "There is one thing that gives me pause though, mother." she added. "And what it that?" "The Federation Starship. What was it's name?" "Rosenante" Morella replied. "Yes, the Rosenante. It bothers me, because they will come here looking for the prince." "They will never find out that we are behind this Daughter, you have no need to worry." "But I do Mother, Chance is on that vessel now. he was seen in the company of Easy Ed and met with some of his old friends from the F.I.F." Morella's face took on a look of surprise. "He'll eventually seek you out, and when he does, he'll bring the Rosenante along with him." Morella remained quiet for a moment as if thinking. After a short pause she finally spoke, "I know the captain, he's easily bought. And besides he and I have a lot of history together, and he will not do anything that will place him on my list of enemies, he knows well enough how many of his secrets I know." "And if you're wrong?" Jackie pressed. "If I am wrong, then I will have Lagmar kill him." "But Lagmar is on Haldor II" Jackie replied. "Yes, and I have no doubt, that if they started on Barakos, that they will eventually hear about the Meldovian prisoner that received special treatment heading to Haldor. We'll simply alert Lagmar and have him waiting for Temerarious to arrive. Given the choice, I believe that the Captain would rather save his own skin than continue to work for the lapdogs of the renewed Federation. I'm certain that this is a more than generous offer." Jackie nodded. "Alert Lagmar to watch for our wayward Pilgrim. Tell him to play nice and point our visitor to one of our competitors. And tell him to put up a bit of a ruckus but to allow the federation to take the slave alive and unharmed. If Chance is unreasonable, kill him." "Yes mother." Morella bent down and kissed Jackie on the back of her head. "Then, perhaps you should get some rest? You look tired, daughter." Jackie nodded wearily, in fact she was quite tired after manning the console. "As soon as I've finished sending the message, mother." "Very well." Morella replied and turned and left the room. Jackie turned back towards her console to prepare an encrypted message for Lagmar. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos - Throne Room – Captain Doyle O'Banyan – 0600) The confirmation that were was an actual enslavement of high ranking political personage didn't by itself, lift the depressed O'Banyan out of his dark doldrums. But the fact that his name was mentioned as the possible enslaver of that still unknown personage, that the location of his keep was given to a bunch of covert Starfleeters, who were planning to visit him, did. While Master Dogface did not display any overt signs of distress either to his vicious captains or unwilling slaves, O'Banyan did a number of deliberate and defensive measures throughout rest of the day. He first tightened up the general keep security. O'Banyan also changed the safety protocols on all the various areas of his keep that were actual holosuites. Paranoid or not, if there were Starfleeters in Orion space then the possibility also existed that there was at least one UFP vessel in Orion space as well. ~It would probably hidden behind some kind of cloaking device.~ With that thought in mind, master O'Banyan had his tech slaves upload Starfleet decrypting programs and hardware into the Xanadu Keep's computer mainframe. As he had controlled access to the keep's mainframe through the cybernetic microchip implanted in his brain, theoretically this would give him access to any message traffic between a cloaked Starfleet vessel and an away team. This capacity was vitally important if he had the information Starfleet team was looking for, but it was necessary for his continued survival if he didn't. O'Banyan knew he would probably have to defend himself, since self righteous Starfleeters had a notoriously poor sense of humor about the legality and nature of free enterprise in Orion space. Through the most secretive encrypted comm channels, he contacted Judith Wilson and other underworld contacts to try to get the name of the victim and the ID of the one who held him or her. (Reply none) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - COUNS - Counselor, Ens. Sally Trent - 1115) "This is very important to me counselor." Ahmed added, "I saved Chief Sheridan's life once, on Cait prime. My religious belief's tell me that I am therefore responsible for him, and as you can tell, I take my responsibilities very seriously. I appreciate any help that you can give me on this matter." The man stood looking out of the windows looking out to the planet below. Sally nodded and moved to look out of the window also, "I will do all I can for Mr. Sheridan; Captain. I dont give up easily." She said softly. "Thank you counselor, that's all I have." Ahmed said, returning his attention to the planet. "Of course, Captain. I'll leave you too it then." She turned and walked to the door which slid open seamlessly as she approached it. Before she left she turned and said; "If you ever need to speak with someone Captain, its what I'm here for." She said looking at the man looking at the planet. She turned and left the man in peace. (Reply Salid IYW - None needed though) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1327) Dorian stormed into the secondary lab. With the ship still in HISS mode, power expenditure had to be kept to a minimum. He wouldn't need much, and he felt he could use this lab and not be bothered by anyone. "Computer, activate station #2, and open a secure session. Record biometrics and only unlock information when I'm within 3 metres of the station." He slotted the PADD into the docking connector next to the screen. The content was quickly downloaded to his station. Of course, it would be gibberish, but if it came to brute force, this terminal had a lot more chances of cracking the code than a mere PADD. "Computer set up access to cryptanalysis database. Chime in when security clearance has been granted." Next he opened the messaging system that would let him communicate with people on the ship without actually letting unwanted attention. He stamped both of them for the computer to deliver them after the meeting the recipients would be attending soon, and where Ensign Raschen would be attending. To ACEO Lt. Matrix: The Captain has resquested I work on a project for him, with all due discretion. I would require your help in assessing where a message carrying the following id (XV-55976dj) emanated from within this ship. I was wondering if you would be able to assist me. Thank you. If you wish to clear it with the Captain first, I understand. To CSEC Lt. Sullivan: The Captain has resquested I work on a project for him, with all due discretion. He specifically requested that Ensign Raschen be kept out of the loop, for the moment. I would need advice on cryptanalysis to attempt breaking the code. Thank you. If you wish to clear it with the Captain first, I understand. On the off-hand, Dorian ran a scan from the limited data they had from the passive array, trying to triangulate, or at least get a tentative fix on where the transmission was headed. "Computer, can you try to locate possible keystreams in the message? If so, try to scan for possible entries as "R-A-S-C-H-E-N", "P-R-I-N-C-E" & "M-E-L-D-O-V-I-A-N" and decode message accordingly to this string." There was a dark place in Dorian, one he did not like to go to, but couldn't help it. He had always been generous by nature, and he had told people often enough that being born with money meant you had a duty to help out, not hoard. Had he the choice, he would have freed every slave in those dank, dirty and de-humanizing pens. No sentient deserved this. But to be preyed upon in such a way, to be used as a mere means as Sodra had potentially done, was one more knife stab in his heart. =/\= Security, this is Ensign jg Dorian Weaver. Would it be possible to keep a log of any communication coming from the quarters assigned to the former slave Sodra, as well as her whereabouts, and dump it in my database once a day? =/\= (Reply Security, otherwise TPTB for my scans and analysis) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Master Trader Doyle O'Banyan 1338) It didn't take long for Trader O'Banyan to reap the benefits of putting Judith Wilson's decryption codes in the Gothos' mainframe computer. Immediately upon the installation of the decryption code program, the Gothos computer registered a tight band sub-space communication pulse originating from Barakos IV space and going deep into the heart of Orion Crime Space. It was a highly encrypted transmission burst that far overshot O'Banyan's own keep. The fact that this transmission went deeper into Orion Space than Master O'Banyan's own location indicted that someone higher and hotter than himself was being updated on the unnamed crime as well. This narrowed the list of usual suspects, to O'Banyan's particular larcenous way of thinking. Such a cast of suspects Master Doyle hated with his own feral brand of passion, disdain and greedy envy. The subspace broadcast was tightly compacted and had been sent at such high velocity that it was only the presence of Judith Wilson's decryption program that made it possible for the Xanadu Keep's comm system to register its presence at all. As the Keep registered the sub space pulse it recorded it for decryption later. The sudden unexpected presence of such a transmission presented a number of anomalies that troubled O'Banyan greatly. The fact that the carrier wave signal of the transmission indicated that it had originated from a Starfleet vessel in Orion space. The fact that his latest code breakers could not decrypt the message itself meant that whoever sent the message might not be working for Starfleet at all. ~It could be a spy perhaps; someone who was responsible for the abduction themselves, or who was working for the slaver who had kidnapped the highly placed dignitary. It would be most interesting to see what highly classified intelligence was secreted in the encrypted folds of that information pulse,~ O'Banyan greedily thought to himself. To that end, Master O'Banyan put the Keep's best code busters on deciphering the message stored in the mainframe. In addition to doing this, O'Banyan had also sent a subspace data clone of the message to Ms Judith Wilson as well. O'Banyan did this to apprise her of the information he had acquired so far. He also asked her devote her prodigious linguistic and decoding skills to decipher the message herself. O'Banyan hoped have enough intelligence to provide his Star Fleeter visitors as a way to take any potential heat they had for him and his business practices off his back. Perhaps, with all his previously acquired information, this would enable Ms Judith to find the identity of the recently enslaved victim and the criminals who had enslaved him or her much more quickly. As O'Banyan was thinking about all this, he received a subspace message from one of his Cardassian associates that he was making delivery of 200,000 credits and the female Deltan prisoner on behalf of the Klingon Ambassador Trang. O'Banyan acknowledged and was happy to have his mind distracted from the other things that had been bothering him. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1345) Diara had not slept well since she had been kidnapped off the street. At first she had thought it was some sort of political ploy by one faction or the other and so had not worried too much about her own safety. She would have been much more valuable to any given faction alive than she ever would dead, but everything changed once she realized that she was headed for Orion Space. They had given her a pheromone inhibitor, which significantly reduced her bargaining power with the male members of the slaver crew. On top of that the Obedience collar had been fitted to her neck and a warning issued concerning her behavior. While she had feared the worst, it seemed that the all-male crew of the ship had other plans for her, which did not seem to include causing her immediate harm. They had landed the small ship, hardly larger than a runabout in what Diara could only describe as a gothic cathedral dedicated to the perverse and immoral halls of sin and avarice. The structure on the planet was slightly repulsive to her, but then again she wasn't in much of a mood to give it an artistic appraisal. She had been led inside the main body of the structure from the cleverly concealed landing pad by three Orion males and a Cardassian, the latter of which seemed to be in command of this particular group. They wove their way through a veritable labyrinth of rooms, corridors and stairs until eventually the stopped before a large pair of doors. They were carved in a scene of a most grotesque nature. It was a scene right out of the images of Dante Alighieri's Inferno. It was the level reserved for traitors and betrayers. The massive doors opened and she was led through into some sort of throne room. Her attendants marched her forward towards the chair on the center of the dais, which was turned away from them. Slowly the chair began to turn and Diara waited to see who her captor was. (reply O'Banyan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lt. Steven Matrix - 1345) Matrix entered the observation lounge and noted the mood seemed tense. Not sure what to expect and now an official member of the crew Matrix remained quiet and attentive. As Matrix took a set he nodded at the Captain in respect and placed is PADD in front of him on the table. Noting the refreshments out and not having had lunch yet, Matrix helped himself to a light snack. "Good afternoon Captain," said Matrix. (Reply Saild) Matrix took the few moments to focus on the preceding briefs available on his PADD and waited for the senior staff to arrive. (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1349.5) Just as Josh was about to reply to the 2nd Officer the door opened to admit another member of the senior staff. Nodding in reply to the greeting, Josh turned back to Lieutenant Sullivan. "Thank you sir. I was thinking somewhat along the same lines myself, but I had forgotten all about Lt Bohb to be honest. The moment I have some free time I will access the Starfleet Medical records on Magellans and run some differential analyses on the data I have at present. However, I am not sure that it would be prudent to quiz the Syndicate about Nodel's species right this minute. I think it quite possible that perhaps too many people might remember him joining our party and they could possible put two and two together and come up with an answer we might not like. It might be safer to wait until this ship is well out of Orion space before making that kind of query." (Reply Sullivan) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Master Trader Doyle O'Banyan - 1352) Master O'Banyan was doing some last minute banking business with his computer wall safe when the Xanadu computer informed him that that Cardassian Captain Kawl D'Rott had arrived with a delivery. Without turning, O'Banyan spoke to the air; "Welcome Captain D'Rott et el, I will be with you momentarily." The design of the room boosted O'Banyan's deep voice loud enough for everyone in the throne room to hear him distinctly. Finishing up his business, he turned slowly in the swivel throne room chair to see Captain D'Rott, three Orion men and a petite brunette woman with short cropped hair who was fashionably dressed but disheveled. Around her neck was the standard Orion slave collar. Looking at her mode of costume, O'Banyan noted that it looked more like civilian clothing than a scientist who had recently been snatched off of a spy base. With a practiced slaver's eye, O'Banyan was able to identify the collared woman as a Deltan female. This, along with an expected 200,000, was obviously Trang's payment for the Orion slave women for which Trang had contracted. Looking at her, O'Banyan saw her only as a moderately attractive woman which meant that her value must be based on other attributes. He had been told she was a scientist. Given that fact, O'Banyan was looking forward to questioning her and to better determine her actual value. "Captain D'Rott, do you have my $200,000 credits from the Klingon Trang?" asked O'Banyan. Momentarily the Cardassian Captain seemed to be taken aback. In that moment, OBanyan got the disquieting impression that D'Rott did not know how to respond to the question. Then he said, "I have your payment, but for reasons of deniability I cannot say who it is from." That was understandable, but evasive. It was the Cardassian's evasiveness that gave O'Banyan the feeling that something was not right here. At this point Captain D'Rott withdrew a medium sized ebony box from a pouch. O'Banyan recognized it immediately for a standard carryall for credits or latimum. D'Rott opened the box and proffered it to O'Banyan. It appeared to be a credit standard chip. O'Banyan activated the Keep's computer system by using his implant. A red light shone down from the ceiling and scanned the chip for its value. In addition to doing that since O'Banyan was feeling paranoid, he also had the computer scan for anything such as poisons, harmful bacteria, or explosives. He also had it checked for any kind of listening devices. There was something odd going on here and he couldn't shake the feeling. As this all happened simultaneously little more than a few seconds had passed. Apparently it was indeed a credit chip with the value as agreed upon from Ambassador Trang. "Excellent Captain. The chip contains the amount stated. Before I send you on your way, I would like to offer you and your crew the hospitality of my house, recreational drugs and slaves. When you have taken your fill, I will arrange for the five Orion women to be put on your ship. Since you are a little early I did not yet inject them with pheromone inhibitors. I will also provide your male crew with filters in case the inhibitor wears off, all free of charge of course. My only request is that when you deliver the Orion women to their buyer, you pass the filters along to him." O'Banyan would have offered them hospitality anyway, but he wanted to keep them there long enough to question the Deltan female about herself and background. He wasn't going to deliver the slaves or anything else if he was being double crossed. O'Banyan made a mental note to himself to provide a selection of slaves that were especially adept at worming out information from those they entertained. Captain D'Rott said, "Thank you Master O'Banyan. It is a pleasure doing business with you." O'Banyan clapped his hands and when some of his comely household slaves entered, he said, "Conduct Captain D'Rott and his crew to one of our pleasure dens to freshen up after their journey." The group of slavers turned to leave. Then he approached the Deltan and flatly said, "You will stay." (Reply Diara Rhone, any) After D'Rott and his crew left, the Master Trader contacted his head of the household thralls and arranged with him to provide slaves skilled in extracting information and providing certain recreational truth drugs, to help his guests relax. Turning back to the Deltan slave, he sat down in his massive swivel chair and waved her closer to his throne. As she approached, a comfortable holochair materialized behind his new collared thrall. "You will sit. I have questions, and you will give me answers," ordered O'Banyan. (Reply Diara Rhone, any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1355) Chance entered the Observation Lounge with his uniform jacket partially open along with his yellow shirt. Holding the shirt open with his left hand, Chance was using his right hand to rub his left shoulder. He had injured it that morning while conducting Physical Training (PT) with members of the Security Department. Combatives were on the training schedule, and Raschen was still feeling it. PT was only supposed to last from 0630 to 0730, but it turned into specialty training and lasted till almost 1100 hours. As he started to rotate his injured shoulder “Afternoon, how’s everyone doin’?” Then turning and nodding his head toward the skipper “Sir” (Reply any iyw) Then Chance went and sat down by the window sill and continued to ‘fiddle’ with his shoulder until there was a very loud ‘POP’; after Chance let out a sigh of relief, and while he moved over to the table and took an available seat, he also fastened his uniform back up. (Reply anyone iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1358) Then Chance went and sat down by the window sill and continued to ‘fiddle’ with his shoulder until there was a very loud ‘POP’; after Chance let out a sigh of relief, and while he moved over to the table and took an available seat, he also fastened his uniform back up. Josh watched the Ensign continually fiddle with his shoulder until it finally popped. Hiding her smile, she turned her head away from his line of sight so that her smile would not be seen from where she was seated. Smiling to herself she contacted Sickbay. "Caskie to Sickbay, Ensign Raschen seems to have a shoulder injury that we are unaware of at present. Perhaps it might be polite if one of our people met him after the meeting and attempted to help him. " (Reply any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1400) Ahmed didn't have long to wait, the first officer to arrive was Sullivan who took her seat after wish him a good afternoon. The Captain had responded likewise as he was still compiling the last of the reports from his meeting with Sodra and Nodel. He had just finished the last portion of it, when Doctor Caskie came in. It was apparent that it had been a long night for them all. Caskie, even after returning to the ship, had elected to perform Bird's autopsy. in a way he had wished that she had waited until today, but he understood her desire to do as much for him as she could, now that he was gone. While he could tell that she had put in a long night, she was smiling, which said a great deal for her. She always had a pleasant smile and it was good to see her using it. She moved to her usual seat and placing a PADD on the table top address the other two officers in the room; Ahmed and T'Larah. "I have ran further tests this morning on all of our Meldovian guests and whilst Komas Dahl and Ambia are well enough to be discharged to any quarters that have been arranged I would prefer that Frokel be kept in Sickbay for another twenty four hours. Whilst he is in no danger his health is, how can I put it, not as robust as the other two and to be honest, I would rather have him where I can keep an immediate eye on him." She advised. Ahmed nodded. "I completely understand, lieutenant." he replied, "we'll just have to speak With mister Frokel at a later time. I anticipate that we'll get very few useable answers to our questions, but I would like to exhaust all avenues at this stage." "As for Ms Sodra, as I said in my report. There is very little wrong with her that some decent food and a little exercise won't cure. There is no need for her to be in Sickbay any longer." "As for Nodel, I have never come across his species before and can tell you very little except that he seems to be fairly healthy. I would like the opportunity to run further tests and examinations, but that is solely for my own benefit, and perhaps his, and I will seek his permission for that later." This later statement seemed to catch T'Larah's interest, because it immediately began a discourse between the Vulcan and Doctor Caskie as to how such information could be acquired and if there were risks associated with such actions. Ahmed only half-listened. In this instance he knew well enough that Josh would do what needed to be done, without undue risk to the ship. This issue clearly fell under her jusrisdiction as CMO and it was therefore nothing more than a discussion or brainstorming event to answer the question as to how the issue could be resolved. As the discussion continued, Ahmed noticed T'Kron enter the room, pause at the windows and then eventually take his seat. It was an unusual action for him to take, although Ahmed would have to admit that he did not know the Vulcan as well as he did several other members of his senior crew. ~I'll need to rectify that.~ he thought and resolved to file it away for a time after the interviews were completed. Matrix then arrived, also wishing the Captain a good afternoon. Ahmed returned the statement, still half-listening to the discussion between Caskie and Sullivan. Jono came in, still looking as if he was beating himself up over losing Bird on the away mission. Guilt was a powerful emotion and Ahmed had seen it destroy lesser men, and hoped that it wouldn't have a detrimental affect on his First Officer. He needed everyone at the top of their game if they were all going to make it out of orion space with the prince. ~Assuming that we find him.~ Ahmed thought. The last arrival was Raschen, who appeared to be out of uniform. he had squeaked in just under the wire. He appeared to be rubbing his shoulder as if it were injured. His voice however did not agree with the action that he was undertaking. A moment later there was a loud pop, emitting from the ensign's shoulder and before Ahmed could say anything, Doctor caskie was contacting sickbay in a voice loud enough to make Raschen aware that he would be expected to report after their meeting. Chance had adjusted his uniform to regulation and had taken a seat. Ahmed cleared his voice to let everyone know that it was time to get started. "As you know Lieutenant Ro'Dal's team was successful in rescuing three Meldovian prisoners from Barakos IV. It is my intention to question them to see if there is any information that they have that may be of use to us in our investigation. I have asked you all here to assist in the questioning. There is no reason to believe that there is any complicity between the people that we have rescued and the kidnappers. As such, this is an interview, not an interrogation." "I would prefer that you ask any questions that you find relevant. I'd prefer to sit and listen and only comment as needed, It is my belief that this is more in line with the way that Meldovians conduct interviews of this nature. I would prefer that we make these individuals as comfortable as possible." "We will be meeting with only two of the three Meldovians today; Komas Dahl and Ambia Jolga. Dahl is the Meldovian equivilent of a hybrid security orrifer and marine, and Jolga is an operations and logistics specialist. Both were stationed on the Prince's vessel. Jolga was on the bridge and Dahl was on the Prince's security detail." Ahmed pushed a button on the table top. =^= Yes captain?=^= "Please have Mister Dahl escorted into the observation lounge now." =^= understood sir.=^= A moment later the Meldovian security man stepped into the room, wearing his dress unifrom. It was apparent that he had been awarded several medals during his military career. "Trebin Dahl," Ahmed began by including his military rank, the equivilent of a Chief Petty Officer, in star Fleet, "Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable." "Thank you captain." he replied then took the seat that was clearly meant for him. "You understand that this is an informal interview to help us establish facts and uncover any useful information that will lead to the recover of Prince Angkor?" "I do sir." the Meldovian replied crisply. "You also understand that you have the right to refuse to answer any questions that are asked her if they should jeopordize you in the legal sense?" Ahmed asked. "I do sir, I shall not be excercising that right today as I have nothing to hide," he replied. "We never thought you did, Trebin. I simply wanted to make certain that you understood your legal rights." "I do understand them, captain." Ahmed nodded, "Very well then, my officers will begin the interview." He then turned to the officers assembled at the table, "You may begin when you are ready, please be kind enough to introduce yourselves to our guest along with your position on the ship." (Reply All present) (posted by Daniel Greene) NRPG: The reason I am doing this in this manner is because I want to be able to focus my replies as Komal Dahl. I also figured it would be interesting to try this and say it was the standard method used by the Meldovians. You can ask any questions that you want. the idea is to wheedle out any useful information, if there is any to be had. If necessary I will have Ahmed ask questions as well if we are missing any key clues. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1407) First the Captain had explained how the interview was to go. It seemed simple enough, and straight forward so that they could get the information they required. He then explained each of the Meldovians to be interviewed and told of their positions. The first to go was the security/marine senior NCO. A moment later the Meldovian security man stepped into the room, wearing his dress uniform. It was apparent that he had been awarded several medals during his military career. "Trebin Dahl," Ahmed began by including his military rank, the equivalent of a Chief Petty Officer, in star Fleet, "Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable." "Thank you captain." he replied then took the seat that was clearly meant for him. "You understand that this is an informal interview to help us establish facts and uncover any useful information that will lead to the recover of Prince Angkor?" "I do sir." the Meldovian replied crisply. "You also understand that you have the right to refuse to answer any questions that are asked her if they should jeopardize you in the legal sense?" Ahmed asked. "I do sir, I shall not be exercising that right today as I have nothing to hide," he replied. "We never thought you did, Trebin. I simply wanted to make certain that you understood your legal rights." "I do understand them, captain." Ahmed nodded, "Very well then, my officers will begin the interview." He then turned to the officers assembled at the table, "You may begin when you are ready, please be kind enough to introduce yourselves to our guest along with your position on the ship." T'Larah began, "Greetings, Mister Dahl, I am Lieutenant Sullivan Chief of Tactical." (reply Mister Dahl) "Would you please describe to us, in your words what were the events leading up to the Prince's capture?" She inquired. (Reply Dahl, room for more) "Anything specifically, about your captors, that could be helpful to us? Any odd mannerisms? Prominent scars or tattoos?" T'Larah inquired. (Reply Dahl, any room for more) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin-Kohmal Dahl- 1408) Once he had been advised that the Commanding officer and his senior staff had wanted to interview him and his companions, he had of course immediately agreed. He had been a little disappointed in the Admiral Diplomat, when he had told him 'to-be-wary' about what he revealed to the Federation officers. Kohmal had been a member of the Prince's personal security detail, it was his fault that the prince had been kidnapped in the first place." It was a shame that he would never be able to live down, and for the chief diplomat of his people to tell him to withhold any information was just a way to make him complicit with the kidnappers. once he had been released from the diplomat's presence, Kohmal had fought back the urge to walk back into the room and declare the man a traitor and a coward. If it had not been for the timely arrival of the security officers to escort him to his interview, he may have ended his career on such a note. Now, as it was, he was sitting in the chair, looking at an informal tribunal of sorts, preparing to answer any questions that were placed before him. It was a sobering thought that the captain had taken the time to ensure that Kohmal had understood his legal rights. But where others may have suspected that it had been a warning, Dahl had simply understood it as a matter of professional concern. A lovely looking woman, of vulcanoid affectations spoke first. "Would you please describe to us, in your words what were the events leading up to the Prince's capture?" She inquired. "Of course Lieutenant." Kohmal replied, then began his discourse. "The Prince had settled into a routine that we all knew fairly well. After his breakfast, He would meet with members of his staff via subspace radio, then discuss military matters in much the same manner. The rest of the day was spent in normal administrative duties, with the occasional break to have lunch or dinner as the case may be." "Since we had boarded the ship, the Prince had settled into his routine with only the deviation, that he would occasionally desire to take a walk among the ship's crew or confer with the captain of the ship on the vessel's bridge." "We found these variations in his manner, a little tedious, but considered them to be relatively harmless. I was assigned to his security detail for the better part of three months prior to this trip." "On the day that the Prince was taken, I had been assigned to his perimeter detail, which is to say that it was my duty to stand watch to the doors of his quarters when he was present there. in order to discourage sloppiness during the last hour of your watch, the agents on perimeter are not permitted to carry chronographs and are to wait until relieved. it is for this reason that I can not tell you at roughly what time of day the attack took place." "What I do know is that it was very sudden." "Our standard security procedures involve keeping a transport inhibitor active around the prince's chambers at all times. This is to prevent any explosives from being beamed in as well as to prevent the prince from being beamed out." "This field is roughly inclusive of 25-meters beyond the areas that his quarters take up. This means that my partner and I were well within the device's radius of influence." "The Prince had seen quite a few personnel in anticipation of preparing for his arrival in two days time. All of the people who had contact with him had been cleared by the Central Security Service prior to their being allowed on the ship. Even the crew had been subjected to a detailed security check." "The first sign of trouble was a terrible shaking of the ship. I'd been serving as a Marine aboard warships fighting in the war for the last three years, so I immediately recognized it as the vessel being under attack. The blasts were very regular, and evenly spaced." "The confusing part of the entire situation though was the speed of the assault. The ship was still reverberating from the second or third blast, when suddenly, there was a squad of Orion males beaming into the corridor. At first I thought it might be reinforcements sent to shore up the perimeter against the possibility of being boarded. I was very surprised to see that they were Orions." Kohmal paused. "May I have some water, please?" he requested. (reply any) Kohmal accepted the beverage with a smile and a thank you. he quaffed a good half of the glass before continuing. "It happened so fast, that I had barely managed to get my weapon free of the holster. My partner was faster and one of the Orion's shot him; He in turn, I guess twisted, and shot me in the side. I don't think he was trying to shoot me." "Any way, I'm laying on the ground in extreme pain, paralyzed from the discharge and the Orion's walk over and press in some data on the door code. A moment later the doors open and in they go." "I couldn't see much of what was happening, in the Prince's room, but it sounded like there was a little bit of a struggle, although I couldn't make out any sort of words. And shortly after that. One of them walked out, kicked my partner, who was dead, and ordered his men to take me off the ship." (Reply Any Room for more) "Two Orions picked me up and half-carried half-drug me to a cargo hold. I recognized it as the Hold where most of the Princes and his senior staff had stored their luggage and diplomatic materials. They had managed to get inside somehow and were using it as a collection point for the prisoners. They set me aside, I suppose to see if I'd die and save them the trouble of getting rid of my body sooner rather than latter." "They had captured the captain and all of the senior officers pretty quickly, as if they knew exactly who was where. They transported them and the Prince's senior advisor off the ship first. But I noticed that the twenty containers that held the prince's ceremonial garb for the peace signing were all opened. This struck me as odd, because they aren't particularly valuable and could be easily replicated. And also because the cases of equipment used by the prince's security team was still sealed." "Anything specifically, about your captors, that could be helpful to us? Any odd mannerisms? Prominent scars or tattoos?" T'Larah inquired. "The one that was in charge had a grid-like tattoo on his right upper arm. Every one of them were male and they were all dressed in short sleeves, and one of them commented that it was 'good to be able to see again.' Although I have no idea what he meant by that. Eventually they transported me over to a slave ship with all the rest of the general crew and we ended up on Barakos IV." (reply any/all present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1415) Once Trebin-Kohmal Dahl was sitting in the chair, the captain had taken the time to ensure that Kohmal had understood his legal rights. LT Sullivan had started the questioning "Would you please describe to us, in your words what were the events leading up to the Prince's capture?" "Of course Lieutenant" Kohmal replied, and then began his discourse. Raschen listened to the to Kohmal’s story, but after awhile paused. "May I have some water, please?" he requested. ”Yeah, sure thing sir.” Raschen said as he poured some water into a glass, took it to Kohmal, who had accepted the beverage with a smile and a thank you. He quaffed a good half of the glass before continuing. "It happened so fast, that I had barely managed to get my weapon free of the holster. My partner was faster and one of the Orion's shot him; He in turn, I guess twisted, and shot me in the side. I don’t think he was trying to shoot me." "Any way, I'm lying on the ground in extreme pain, paralyzed from the discharge and the Orion's walk over and press in some data on the door code. A moment later the doors open and in they go." "I couldn't see much of what was happening, in the Prince’s room, but it sounded like there was a little bit of a struggle, although I couldn't make out any sort of words, And shortly after that. One of them walked out, kicked my partner, who was dead, and ordered his men to take me off the ship." “That sounds so familiar, but Slargg wouldn’t have the gonads to attack an escorted ship.” Chance said under his breath. (Reply any iyw) When Kohmal said that the one in charge had a grid-like tattoo on his right upper arm; and that one of them commented that it was 'good to be able to see again' although I have no idea what he meant by that. Eventually they transported me over to a slave ship with all the rest of the general crew and we ended up on Barakos IV." Chance shook his head “A grid tattoo? Lagmar is the only Orion that I know of that has a tat like that, but he’s supposed to be dead.” He whispered in disbelief. (Reply any) (Reply anyone iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1417) Josh had been making notes on her padd as Kohmal ran through the events leading up to the Prince's abduction and as soon as Ensign Rachen finished his questions Josh jumped in with one of her own. Smiling at him and seeing no need to introduce herself to him again since the Meldovian had already spent the better part of half a day in her care in Sickbay Josh mentioned that she was glad to see him up and about and recovering from his injuries. "Tell me please Kohmal, if you can. Was His Highness injured or incapacitated in any way during his abduction?" (Reply Kohmal, any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1418) Kohmas had recounted his story but couldn't help but notice that one of the federation officer was mumbling something under his breath. "I'm sorry but I could not hear your questions or statements" Kohmas said to the mumbling officer. NRPG: This response is because both of Raschen's statements are said soto voce, and so I doubt Kohmas could here him, although anyone sitting nearby probably could. (reply Chance) After he had answered the man, The Doctor, whom Kohmas was rather fond of, asked a very important question. "Tell me please Kohmas, if you can. Was His Highness injured or incapacitated in any way during his abduction?" She asked him. "I honestly couldn't say, Doctor." he replied, "but I know the prince well enough to know that he wouldn't have allowed himself to be taken without a fight. That said, he isn't very martial. He is an excellent strategist and believes that he should lead from the capital rather than the front lines. I do not know what type of account he could honestly give of himself." "He had been given some sort of disturbing news prior to the event, and so had sent all the attaches and assistants away. He asked to be left alone for a while to think about things." he added. "That meant he was alone in his quarters. And no one came in through our door until the Orion's showed up." (reply all present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Observation Lounge Engineer Ensign T'Kron 1420) After hearing Trebin Kohmas Dahl tell his story of what happened prior to the abduction of their Prince and allowing others to ask their questions, T'Kron said, "Trebin Dahl, I am Engineer Ensign T'Kron. I have some questions." (Reply Kohmas Dahl IYW) T'Kron asked, "Mr. Dahl, if there were a spy or traitor on your ship or in one of the escort ships, who in your estimation would it most likely be?" (Reply Kohmas Dahl, Any) "Who do you think would stand the most to gain by continuing the fighting between the Meldovians and Arturians?" asked T'Kron. "Who might be strongly motivated and why?" (Replay Kohmas Dahl, Any) T'Kron nodded thoughtfully. "I think we may need more data. Were there any security tapes from the ships left behind? Was there a black box of protected recordings found amid any wreckage?" (Replay Kohmas Dahl, Any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1445) After the interview, T'Larah returned to her office to finish up some work. When she arrived the door opened and she heard the regular tones that said she had a message waiting for her. She spun the PADD's stand around to her and saw that the message was addressed to her specifically from Ensign Weaver. it stated. [To CSEC Lt. Sullivan: The Captain has requested I work on a project for him, with all due discretion. He specifically requested that Ensign Raschen be kept out of the loop, for the moment. I would need advice on cryptanalysis to attempt breaking the code. Thank you. If you wish to clear it with the Captain first, I understand.] ~First of all I am not the Chief of Security, he will have to review his Department Head Roster. Secondly of course I will bring it up to the Captain, that is protocol.~ "Computer, open a secure channel, authorization Sullivan Gamma Echo Seven." she ordered. The specific protocol would only release to those whose rank met or exceeded her own, by actual grade and position, that left only two people, Lieutenant Janeway, and the Captain. [Channel Secure.] "Lieutenant Sullivan to Captain Salid." (Reply Captain Salid) "First of all, Sir, I've received a message from Ensign Weaver regarding a coded message he claims that you assigned him to it. Is this so?" (Reply Captain Salid) "Well sir the second part isn't permission for me to attempt to break the code, I am asking permission to assign Ensign Maddox, his extensive experience in computer programing and robotic theory, may aid Ensign Weaver better then I can." (Reply Captain Salid) "Thank you sir, I shall inform Weaver and Maddox on the double." (Reply Captain Salid) "Yes, sir, Sullivan out." (Reply None) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1448) They had just wrapped up the last of the interviews with the Meldovians and now Ahmed was even more convinced that there was most definitely a spy aboard the Rosenante. The question was who was playing the role. The most obvious answer was that it was a member of the diplomatic delegation, but until he had proof of some sort, he couldn't really justify restricting them to quarters or having their possessions searched. To do so would be a terrible breach of protocol, which would most assuredly upset the negotiations. As it was, he had seen to it that the delegates and the arbiter had been given free use of one of the holodecks. It was the only exception to the energy conservation rules when running silent, because it was necessary to keep a dialog open between the two warring sides. Any lapse could be catastrophic. He stood and walked over to the large windows that framed the expanse of space before him. The planet was a thin strip of blue with the terminator moving slowly forward, shrinking the bright strip of light as it advanced. It was a striking thing to see, because in a way it felt as if it were a physical embodiment of how Ahmed felt about their current circumstances. The sliver of light symbolized the time they had remaining to achieve their mission, while the dark encroaching night was the sense of dread that slowly advanced as the time slipped away. They had a couple of choices now. They could proceed to the Torven system, where this Dogface O'Banyan may or may not have the prince, or they could follow a lead to the Haldor system where a reliable source says a Meldovian who was given special treatment was taken. Ahmed held up the PADD and accessed the ship's astrometrics database. He then tried to determine where these systems were in relation to Both each other and Barakos. He was pleased to see that it would not be much of a variation in course if they dropped by Haldor II on their way to Torven III. The loss of time would be negligible although at this stage every spare moment counted. Ahmed tapped his commbadge, "Salid to Dralar." =^=Dralar, here captain.=^= "Mister Dralar, set a course for Haldor II, once we're clear of the system, use the spiral warp drive to get us there as quickly as possible." =^= Aye, captain.=^= "Salid out." Ahmed watched as the image through his windows suddenly changed as the Rosenante broke polar orbit. He smiled as he noticed the slim crescent of light grow as the ship turned away from the terminator of the planet and towards Haldor II. It gave him a sense of hope as the planet slid away and disappeared from his point of view. Ahmed stood there watching the various slave ships slide by the window on their way to the planet that the Rosenante had just left behind. There was an unusual chirp coming from his commbadge and the computer announced [secure channel requested]. "Open the secure channel, Salid Delta-Thrace- Three-Niner" [secure channel opened.] =^=Lieutenant Sullivan to Captain Salid.=^= Ahmed's interest was immediately piqued. "Salid here, Lieutenant." =^=First of all, Sir, I've received a message from Ensign Weaver regarding a coded message he claims that you assigned him to it. Is this so?=^= "That is correct Lieutenant, I asked him to keep Mister Raschen our current Acting Chief of Security out of the loop on this one. I told him he could contact you if he required assistance." =^=Well sir the second part isn't permission for me to attempt to break the code, I am asking permission to assign Ensign Maddox, his extensive experience in computer programming and robotic theory, may aid Ensign Weaver better then I can.=^= "That's reasonable lieutenant. you have my permission to utilize mister Maddox. However, I will need you to handle the security issues once this is resolved. It is my belief that Mister Raschen could be being monitored and I'd prefer not to tip my hand in the matter. Whoever is spying on us obviously has connections with one or more of the syndicates and with Mister Raschen's background I see no reason to believe that any competent spy wouldn't monitor his actions and report them back to their controller." =^=Thank you sir, I shall inform Weaver and Maddox on the double.=^= "Very well lieutenant, let's try to keep this under wraps as much as possible." =^=Yes, sir, Sullivan out.=^= (reply Sullivan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1450) =^= Very well lieutenant, let's try to keep this under wraps as much as possible.=^= sounded the Captain's voice. "Yes, sir, Sullivan out." she said and closed the channel. "Lieutenant Sullivan to Ensigns Weaver and Maddox." she said opening a normal channel. (Reply Weaver, Maddox) "Ensigns are you currently running any experiments that are time sensitive or that require your attention directly?" she inquired. (Reply Weaver) (Reply Maddox) "Very well, at your earliest opportunity, but before 1600, I need you both in my office." she informed them. (Reply Weaver, Maddox) "See you then, Sullivan out." she said ending the conversation and closing the channel. She began finishing up the tactical report for the Captain and the monthly counselings for her junior officers and NCOs. (Reply Weaver) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1455) Dorian's communicator chirped alive. =/\= Lieutenant Sullivan to Ensigns Weaver and Maddox. =/\= Funny. He hadn't expected that meeting to be over so quickly. "Ensign Weaver here, go ahead lieutenant." (Reply Maddox) =/\= Ensigns are you currently running any experiments that are time sensitive or that require your attention directly? =/\= the senior lieutenant inquired. "I'm just running some simulations. I have a set of data that is almost ready, I'd like to enter it into the database, but aside from that nothing critical." And that particular set of data just happened to be something he didn't want anyone else to stumble upon, so he would encrypt the hell out of it. (Reply Maddox) =/\= Very well, at your earliest opportunity, but before 1600, I need you both in my office. =/\= she informed them. "I can be there in about 15 minutes time." =/\= See you then, Sullivan out. =/\= she said ending the conversation and closing the channel. Immediately, Dorian started shutting down some of his systems. "Computer, start downloading the files you're processing into the PADD linked with my station. Wipe the memory as soon as transfer is confirmed…" His inner turmoils had subsided, and he felt in control again. For Vulcans, meditation seemed to be the key. To him, it had to be some sort of a challenge. If he could invest himself fully, he became serene in record time. So much the better if it was something he could pick apart with the Cartesian method, or with a good, quick thrust up a mountain. He really, really wished they were going to be able to use the holodecks soon.. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1510) Dorian stood outside Lieutenant Sullivan's office, PADD firmly in hand, and chimed himself in. Right on schedule, he almost preened. The doors slid open and he let himself into the office. "Thank you for seeing me, sir." (Reply Sullivan, Maddox if present, room for more) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 11 - Corridor - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1456) Andrew paced mere feet from Crewman Ashley Stevenson's door, single rose behind his back. He knew he liked her, heck he may even be smitten, and he was pretty sure that she liked him too. The big test was would she spend time with him outside of work? ~You're the man, Drew, you can do this.~ He thought to himself trying to push past the sweaty palms and racing heart rate. "Now." he whispered to himself as he stepped toward the door. =^=Lieutenant Sullivan to Ensigns Weaver and Maddox.=^= =^=Ensign Weaver here, go ahead lieutenant.=^= ~Dammit, freaking Ice Queen.~ "Ensign Maddox, sir," he responded. =^= Ensigns are you currently running any experiments that are time sensitive or that require your attention directly? =^= the senior lieutenant inquired. =^= I'm just running some simulations. I have a set of data that is almost ready, I'd like to enter it into the database, but aside from that nothing critical. =^= came Weaver's reply. "I'm off duty currently sir, a change of clothes and I can be in soon." Andrew replied. =^= Very well, at your earliest opportunity, but before 1600, I need you both in my office. =^= she informed them. =^= I can be there in about 15 minutes time. =^= Weaver finished. =^= See you then, Sullivan out. =^= the Lieutenant finished and ended the channel. ~ Well at least I can give it to her, before I have to go.~ He thought thankful that he had taken the time to put an actual paper card tied with a deep blue ribbon. He placed the rose gently on the foot of the door, and pressed the call button. He quickly rounded the corner and went to the turbo lift and his quarters to change into uniform. (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew Maddox - 1511) He chimed the door to the office, "You wanted to see me, sir?" Maddox asked, Weaver was already there taking a seat. (Reply Weaver, Lt Sullivan) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 4, Science Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1455) Dorian's communicator chirped alive. =/\= Lieutenant Sullivan to Ensigns Weaver and Maddox. =/\= Funny. He hadn't expected that meeting to be over so quickly. "Ensign Weaver here, go ahead lieutenant." (Reply Maddox) =/\= Ensigns are you currently running any experiments that are time sensitive or that require your attention directly? =/\= the senior lieutenant inquired. "I'm just running some simulations. I have a set of data that is almost ready, I'd like to enter it into the database, but aside from that nothing critical." And that particular set of data just happened to be something he didn't want anyone else to stumble upon, so he would encrypt the hell out of it. (Reply Maddox) =/\= Very well, at your earliest opportunity, but before 1600, I need you both in my office. =/\= she informed them. "I can be there in about 15 minutes time." =/\= See you then, Sullivan out. =/\= she said ending the conversation and closing the channel. Immediately, Dorian started shutting down some of his systems. "Computer, start downloading the files you're processing into the PADD linked with my station. Wipe the memory as soon as transfer is confirmed…" His inner turmoils had subsided, and he felt in control again. For Vulcans, meditation seemed to be the key. To him, it had to be some sort of a challenge. If he could invest himself fully, he became serene in record time. So much the better if it was something he could pick apart with the Cartesian method, or with a good, quick thrust up a mountain. He really, really wished they were going to be able to use the holodecks soon.. (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1510) Dorian stood outside Lieutenant Sullivan's office, PADD firmly in hand, and chimed himself in. Right on schedule, he almost preened. The doors slid open and he let himself into the office. "Thank you for seeing me, sir." (Reply Sullivan, Maddox if present, room for more) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1512) Weaver entered the office. There was a various assortment of melee weapons on the left wall as one faced her desk. Each was mounted on a small plaque with Vulcan writing on it, presumably a description of each weapon and their historical use. The one weapon that was obviously the center of the display was the Trillpa, a thin but durable tritanium/durillium blade with a bladed crescent shaped hand guard. The right wall carried various two dimensional holographic displays of desert land scapes interspersed with images of various pictures of friends and family. The back wall was a crystalline sheet of various muted blues, greens and yellows. Water trickled from three points at the top of the display, and danced and gurgled down the wall to a pool at the bottom. The soft hum of the water pump could be heard in the background if no one spoke. "Ah Ensign, good, have a seat while we wait for Maddox." (Reply Weaver) The door then chimed and Maddox walked in, "You wanted to see me sir?" he asked mildly. "Yes both of you have a seat, if you will forgive, I will not commence with pleasantries, as this meeting will be brief." (Reply Any, basically if Weaver doesn't, Maddox will) "The reason I've called you here is that there was a coded message sent from the Rosenante, to parts unknown presumably in Orion space. You two have the task in deciphering the code. I want it broken and I don't care how many hours you have to work, it needs to be done as soon as possible. Someone telling other people where we are is a danger looming over all our heads and when we catch the individual or individuals, I will make sure that the only thing they see are the four walls ceiling and floor of the brig." (Reply any) " I will handle the security portion, as Chief of Tactical I can ask questions that are needed to handle that portion without arousing suspicions. Prime concern is not alerting these people to our scrutiny they need to believe that they have succeeded and have remained hidden. You will not discuss the situation with anyone. If they ask about what you are doing, make something credible up. The Captain also brought up Ensign Raschen, with his connections to this area him or someone he knows could be leaking information. Don't tell him anything, if he asks specifics and you can't handle the questioning, send him to speak to me. If anyone asks why you were here, tell them you were here for your quarterly counseling." (Reply Any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Gladius - Bridge - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1730) Fresh from the meager sick bay and it's surgical suite, Franks face felt close to normal. With T'eetcz now on the bridge as his second mate, Dukara still as his First. Her experience with the Obsidian Order she was ten times more qualified then the Nausicaan. "Dukara, what is our position?" (Reply Dukara) "Very good, in orbit around Torven III. Disengage cloak and open a channel to Xanadu Gothos, I want to speak to O'Banyan." he said, he had that used shuttle salesman's smile plastered on his face again. (Reply any on Xanadu Gothos) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1908) "Red sauce, you know a tomato-based sauce, sometimes called marinara. Have you never heard that phrase before? If not, I think you need to eat in more Italian restaurants." he chided smiling. Josh clicked immediately and burst out laughing. "It must be one of these cultural things. Where I come from it's simply called a tomato sauce, (she pronounced it tomato and not tomayto) and as for marinara, well, in my part of Earth marinara is a seafood sauce. Clams, mussels, prawns etc." (Reply Mike iyw) "Well my grandmother is to blame for that." he replied, "Growing up we used to have family dinner every Sunday, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, the whole family. Well my grandmother would always cook everything by hand. She was convinced that she was saving our Italian Heritage. Anyway, since I was about six or so, I was always underfoot in the kitchen and so my grandmother put me to work. I've been cooking ever since. My Grandmother opened a little Italian restaurant in Brooklyn, I went to Culinary School and for a while worked in the restaurant. All this was well before Starfleet." Josh smiled at him and took another mouthful of food. "Well, all I can say is that the culinary world lost someone when you joined Starfleet. This is the best meal I have tasted in a long time." "I'm really glad you like it." He added, "Tell me a little something about yourself Jennifer. Where are you from?" Josh glanced up at him across the table, "Me, I'm from Orkney, and before you ask, it's a group of islands just off the northeast coast of Scotland. Stunning scenery, the best and the most northerly whisky distillery in Scotland, very few trees, although contrary to popular opinion, there are some, some of the oldest dwelling houses in Europe, and the absolute worst weather in the world short of being at either pole." Josh took another bite of her meal and helping herself to some of the bread asked Mike what had made him join Starfleet. (reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1910) "It must be one of these cultural things. Where I come from it's simply called a tomato sauce, and as for marinara, well, in my part of Earth marinara is a seafood sauce. Clams, mussels, prawns etc." He nodded, "Probably so then, what you term Marinara is what I'd call a clam sauce." He went on to explain his culinary training and his time working for his grandmother in her Brooklyn restaurant. Having set that part of his record before her, he decided to change the subject. "Tell me a little something about yourself Jennifer. Where are you from?" Josh glanced up at him across the table, "Me, I'm from Orkney, and before you ask, it's a group of islands just off the northeast coast of Scotland. Stunning scenery, the best and the most northerly whisky distillery in Scotland, very few trees, although contrary to popular opinion, there are some, some of the oldest dwelling houses in Europe, and the absolute worst weather in the world short of being at either pole." "Actually I know where Orkney is, my younger brother is an anthropologist who studies ancient cultures living in environmentally challenging locations. He's been to Orkney. He'd write me and complain about the weather all the time." He replied smiling. "I'd gather that they make some pretty tough people in that part of the world." Josh took another bite of her meal and helping herself to some of the bread asked Mike what had made him join Starfleet. "I was looking for a change. Wanted to get out see other systems. I didn't have much of a knack for science or engineering, so I settled on security. Besides I'd heard in the Academy that the security department had a very high chance of actually going on away missions." He dipped his bread into his red sauce and took a bite of the garlic and tomato covered offering. He chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed then washed it down with some wine. "I've been in for a little over two years now. I was on the Champlain right out of academy, then there was the civil war and I was transferred here after the Champlain was lost." "I'm glad that the war is over and we can all finally get back to exploring. What about you, why did you join?" (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie 0 Day 6 -1912) As soon as Mike mention the Champlain Josh could not help but stiffen. After a long pause she spoke. "I was on the Champlain too. That was not one of the highlights of my life and to be honest I would prefer not to discuss it if you wouldn't mind. My memories of that time are not the happiest. Neither from the Champlain or from what happened afterwards, But as for why I am in Starfleet. It's probably for the same reason you are. I wanted to see new things and to finally see if I could make a difference." (Reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------