Compile#4 AUGUST 17-23 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 6 Stardate: 2408.02.21 Compile Summary (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne Room Master Trader O'Banyan 1405) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1406) (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1409) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1430) (USS Rosenante Observation Lounge Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1431) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1432) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1433) (USS Rosenante Personal Quarters Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1439) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSec- Ens. Chance Raschen- 1440) (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1441) (USS Rosenante Personal Quarters of Kohmas Dahl- Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1503) (USS Rosenante – Trade winds– Nodel- 1730) (Gladius - Bridge - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1745) (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1747) (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters– Nodel- 1750) (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1752)  (USS Rosenante – Marine Gym– MCO – Kenneth ‘SatNav’ Smith-18.03) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1935) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1938) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer -1940) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO (Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1942) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer -1945) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1950) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne Room Master Trader O'Banyan 1405) "First remove the collar and release me from the chair, then we can have a pleasant conversation for as long as you'd like," said Diara. "Because I won't deal with monsters; it's against my principles. If you want to talk, then we do so on as even footing as possible. You'll get more information that way and it will be of higher quality to boot." As O'Banyan listened to thrall Rhone talk about conditions, he was struck by her pluck and determination. He was also impressed by her willingness to cooperate if he compromised. ~She shows admirable qualities in light of what the holochair is showing me about her emotions; fear, doubt and trepidation.~ She did remind O'Banyan a bit of Judith Wilson, when he had first made her one his working protg s. Clearly her words were not the phrases of a scientist per se. ~What exactly are you, Diara Rhone?~ His curiosity piqued, and after a moment's pause, O'Banyan spoke again. "I find your courage in the face of adversity quite admirable, Diara Rhone." During his momentary pause O'Banyan instructed the Keep's communication centers to begin listening for signal from Starfleet. With the decryption codes from Judith Wilson, he hoped the Keep's sensors would pick up any scrambled communication from any Federation ships in Orion Space. ~Free traders that don't hedge their bets are often dead traders.~ "I will release you from the chair's restraints and alter the function of your obedience collar so it will not function as a punishment device. It will have the lights and sounds of a regular collar, but it won't carry any kind of aversive charge, nor will you have to wear the dud collar for an excessive length of time. You won't have to sacrifice any your Deltan virtue to get the collar removed. I even have a cover story to explain why you will soon not be wearing any obedience collar at all." With a thought O'Banyan cancelled the viscous properties of the holochair. He touched buttons on the remote linked to the obedience collar. There was a momentary beep and O'Banyan said, "The collar is now deactivated. For the time that you must wear it you will have to act like it is functional. If you don't, you will immediately be in danger." (Reply Diara Rhone) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1406) The Slave master looked at her for a moment and she Diara thought she saw a little hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. ~Great he's amused~ she thought. "I find your courage in the face of adversity quite admirable, Diara Rhone." ~but?~ "I will release you from the chair's restraints and alter the function of your obedience collar so it will not function as a punishment device. It will have the lights and sounds of a regular collar, but it won't carry any kind of aversive charge, nor will you have to wear the dud collar for an excessive length of time. You won't have to sacrifice any your Deltan virtue to get the collar removed. I even have a cover story to explain why you will soon not be wearing any obedience collar at all." ~thank the Gods.~ The chair suddenly became much less constrictive. He touched buttons on the remote linked to the obedience collar. There was a momentary beep and O'Banyan said, "The collar is now deactivated. For the time that you must wear it you will have to act like it is functional. If you don't, you will immediately be in danger." She nodded, "Fair enough. I can work with that compromise. The last thing you asked me was about the abduction, if I recall correctly. Is that what you'd like me to tell you about first?" (reply O'Banyan) "I was assigned as a diplomatic attaché on Sigma Ceti III. It's a recent addition to the UFP protectorate program. The inhabitants are colonists from Romulan space who snuck out of the RSE made the way across Breen space and into Federation space. They did this several thousand years ago in slow warp generational ships. Sigma Ceti III is located adjacent to Orion space and the Orions had been recently raiding their settlements. The UFP stepped in at a request from their planetary council and I was sent as part of the diplomatic team." She thought for a second. "I had been on the planet for roughly ninety local days when the Klingons showed up led by an Ambassador Trang. They demanded the right to establish trade routes with the Cetians, because the planet is very rich in dilithium and other core materials in high demand. When we told the UFP diplomatic corps about this, we were asked to discuss our own trade initiative as well." "We'd been working diligently for several months now and we were on the verge of establishing our trade agreement, when the Cetians decided that they would only trade with one of us and not both. They were going to negotiate their trade agreement and their protectorate status together. It was not difficult to imagine that they were more likely to select the UFP over the Klingon Empire." "These people may have been living in the modern age, but they were still very wary of Klingon politics. After the announcement was made by the Cetian Council we retired for the evening and I headed back to my quarters, which were down the street from the planetary council halls." "I was almost home when I was attacked by a pair of Orion men, One with a web or grid-like tattoo on his arm. They hit me with an air hypo and I was out like a light." She paused for a second trying to work something out in her head. "I'm not sure how much time passed, but when I came around I was in some sort of shuttle craft with these same two men. They were talking about how their boss was going to be so pleased. They were clearly using the female pronoun. 'she' this and 'she' that…. When they realized I was awake, it was another vial from the airhypo. Next thing I know I'm in a ship with shark-face and the Orions that brought me in to see you. They didn't say much and kept me filled with phenomenal inhibitors. Those are the guys that brought me here." "That's what I remember." she added as an afterthought. (reply O'Banyan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1409) She nodded, "Fair enough. I can work with that compromise. The last thing you asked me was about the abduction, if I recall correctly. Is that what you'd like me to tell you about first?" O'Banyan said, "Please elaborate with as much detail as possible about the circumstances of your kidnapping. I was told you were a scientist. It is obvious to me that you are not." O'Banyan listened to the Deltan's story. According to the scans of the chair she was still sitting in, she was telling the truth. As the story went along, Ambasador Trang's name came up. From what she was saying, Trang had a vested interest in having her removed from the negotiations. Trang could also have had something to do with setting up him with her. O'Banyan resolved to not let that go unpunished. The fact that Ambassasor Trang did not know him personally meant that the person who had set this up was someone that did know O'Banyan. Whoever they were, they were going to pay. Diara Rhone also spoke of how her captors had talked of their boss using female pronouns. There were only two prominent female slavers in Orion Space. Both bore him a lot of animosity. When Diara talked about her actual abduction, she spoke of one of her assailants, an Orion, with a web or grid like tattoo on his arm. The description rang a dim bell within O'Banyan's mind, but he needed to see it. "Ambassador Rhone, close your eyes and picture the tattoo in your mind. I want you to draw me a picture of it." (Reply Diara Rhone) Using his implanted chip, the Master Trader gave commands to his holographic network to materialize a stylis and a magnetic PADD to draw on in her lap. (Reply Diara Rhone) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1430) After Trebin Dahl had answered the last of Janeway's questions, and seeing that there were no further questions to be asked, Ahmed had dismissed the Meldovian soldier with his thanks. Once the lounge was cleared fo all non-crew personnel, Ahmed listened as Jono commented on the high possibility that there was a spy either in the Arbiter's team or the security detail that had been assigned to the Prince's security retinue. Ahmed agreed completely, especially considering the recent discovery of the transmission from the ship, which was so far not common knowledge even among his senior staff. Once the comments were completed, Ahmed resumed the command of the floor. "I think Jono has a very valid concern." he began, " It is likely that there was a spy on board the prince's vessel. Since the Arbiter's personnel were not on the ship themselves, it is more likely the situation that it was a member of the prince's security retinue." "I will interview Miss Jolga independently. I have other tasks for each of you that will require your attentions." He turned his attentions to the engineering team of Matrix and T'kron. "Mister Matrix, I want you to conduct a detailed inspection of all ship critical systems. I want you to look for anything that might be of concern to us. Signs of tampering, sabotage, or anything else that could compromise us while we are here." (reply Matrix) "Mister T'Kron, I want you to see if you can get your hands on the technical schematics for those inhibitors that were employed. I'd like to know if there is any way they could have been shut down from an outside source without internal assistance. Also, I want you to take a look at know Orion Transporter technology and see if the inhibitors could be easily by-passed. " (reply T'Kron) "Once both you and Matrix are free I'll have some modifications to the ship's main phaser arrays I'd like done as well. I'll have that information provided to you soon enough." (reply Matrix, T'Kron) Ahmed then turned to his FO, "Jono, see what you can find out about the Arbiter and his team. Also see what we can dig up on the delegates from both sides of the conflict. Make this a priority." (reply Jono) "Mister Sullivan, I'd like to see a detailed tactical and strategic analysis of the Torven System as well as the Hador system. I think the latter is likely to be a wild goose chase, but I want to be certain. Have Maddox and Weaver assist you with the long range scans as needed." (reply Sullivan) "Mister Caskie, I want you to subject our delegates and the Arbiter and his team to detailed Genetic Scans, then I want you to get in touch with whomever you need to to verify that we have the people that we expect on board. Use whatever excuse you want to get it done. I prefer their cooperation, even if unknowingly, so that they don't exercise their right to refuse us." (reply Caskie) "Mister Raschen, please stay behind for a few moments and speak with me." (reply Raschen) (Reply All) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Observation Lounge Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1431) Once the questioning was complete, Captain Salid dismissed the Meldovian soldier with his thanks. Once the lounge was cleared for all non-crew personnel, Captain Salid listened as Lt. Janeway commented on the high possibility that there was a spy either in the Arbiter's team or the security detail that had been assigned to the Prince's security retinue. Captain Salid agreed completely as did T'Kron. There had to have been someone on the inside helping the Orions to accomplish their mission so quickly and with such relative ease. "Mister Matrix, I want you to conduct a detailed inspection of all ship critical systems," ordered Captain Salid. "I want you to look for anything that might be of concern to us; signs of tampering, sabotage, or anything else that could compromise us while we are here." (Reply Matrix) Then the captain turned to T'Kron. "Mister T'Kron, I want you to see if you can get your hands on the technical schematics for those inhibitors that were employed. I'd like to know if there is any way they could have been shut down from an outside source without internal assistance. Also, I want you to take a look at known Orion Transporter technology and see if the inhibitors could be easily by-passed." "Yes Sir," said T'Kron. "I will find out all I can from the computer library." The Captain then spoke again. "Once both you and Matrix are free, I'll have some modifications to the ship's main phaser arrays I'd like done as well. I'll have that information provided to you soon enough." "Aye, Sir," answered T'Kron, raising one eyebrow. ~This sounds intriguing.~ (Reply Matrix) The Captain continued to give out other orders to his crew. (Reply Stephen Matrix, any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1432) Once the Meldovian had been dismissed the FO immediately commented that he suspected a spy in either the Arbiter's team or the security detail assigned to the Prince. Josh, although not commenting verbally, nodded her head in agreement. It just seemed to be too much of a coincidence that the Orions just happened to be in that particular vicinity of space as the Prince's fleet at the same time. Had managed to circumvent all of the Meldovian security, board all of the ships including the Prince's and capture him with such ease simply by chance. As Josh's mother used to say to her kids when she caught them lying. 'Yeah right.' As soon as the discussion was over the Captain resumed command and continued. "I think Jono has a very valid concern." he began, " It is likely that there was a spy on board the prince's vessel. Since the Arbiter's personnel were not on the ship themselves, it is the more likely situation that it was a member of the Prince's security retinue." "I will interview Miss Jolga independently. I have other tasks for each of you that will require your attentions." He then went in to detail regarding what jobs he wanted his staff do and when it came to Josh's turn she began making notes on her padd. "Mister Caskie, I want you to subject our delegates and the Arbiter and his team to detailed Genetic Scans, then I want you to get in touch with whomever you need to to verify that we have the people that we expect on board. Use whatever excuse you want to get it done. I prefer their cooperation, even if unknowingly, so that they don't exercise their right to refuse us." Josh nodded. "Not a problem sir and since I have the medical authority to ensure that they do cooperate any complaints they might wish to register will be after the fact. I can think of at least two valid reasons 'off the top of my head' why my department might need to run said scans. I would also suggest that we run the same scans on our three newest Meldovian guests, just to be on the safe side. I'll get back to you as soon as I have the results." (Reply Salid) Josh again began making notes on her padd waiting for the Captain to dismiss them so that she could head down to Sickbay and begin putting her ideas into practice. (Reply all, any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1433) Josh nodded. "Not a problem sir and since I have the medical authority to ensure that they do cooperate any complaints they might wish to register will be after the fact. I can think of at least two valid reasons 'off the top of my head' why my department might need to run said scans. I would also suggest that we run the same scans on our three newest Meldovian guests, just to be on the safe side. I'll get back to you as soon as I have the results." "Excellent Lieutenant. You are all dismissed. Mister Raschen, please stay behind for a few moments and speak with me." Once the rest of the officers had filed out of the room, Ahmed turned to Charlie. The man was still very new at playing security chief and Ahmed wondered if he had made the right decision in putting him in the position. Any other officer would have turned screaming away from the proposition, but Salid had seen a potential in the man before him, once he had been molded somewhat. "So Mister Raschen, let me in on your ruminations earlier. What did you hear that caught your attention? And specifically what were you mumbling about?" (reply Raschen) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Personal Quarters Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1439) Once the captain had dismissed them all, T'Kron could begin his assignment to find the schematics for the transporter inhibitors that were used by the Meldovian ship that had carried Prince Angkor Khamal. Going to his quarters, he sat at his computer terminal and accessed Meldovian ship specifications. He searched diligently for the specific design details for the transport inhibitors as used on that actual ship. It took approximately 12.52 minutes to find them. He studied them assiduously and read through the details. Then he saw the flaw. It appeared to be a simple design flaw that allowed access to each inhibitor unit through a maintenance port on all of the inhibitor units. Even though the system was made of linked units, a circuit could even be bypassed through the port, taking that specific inhibitor out of the linked system. The flaw was a newer design model. The older models were sealed and better protected from potential tampering. Though the inhibitors were set up high, close to the ceiling to keep them from easy access, height would not necessarily have stopped the traitor that could have been on the Prince's ship. It was possible that the security regarding the inhibitors had been sacrificed to allow ease of maintenance without removing the entire unit for servicing. T'Kron wondered how recently the newer models of transporter inhibitors had been installed and who had designed them and sold them to the Meldovian military. It was entirely possible that the saboteur could have been seen as performing his or her normal maintenance functions in an engineer or operations capacity of some type, although T'Kron was uncertain of the specifics of Meldovian crew positions and duties regarding departmental divisions. T'Kron stored the design specifications in a PADD and left his quarters. (Reply any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSec- Ens. Chance Raschen- 1440) Once the rest of the officers had filed out of the room, the captain turned to Chance. "So Mister Raschen, let me in on your ruminations earlier. What did you hear that caught your attention? And specifically what were you mumbling about?" The privateer was getting to the point to where he might as well go ahead and tell his commanding officer all about his sorted past, but wasn’t sure if he could trust the man not to send him to any one of the most notorious penal colonies in the quadrant. So Chance decided to reveal his secrets little by little. Sitting down at the table, Raschen used the keyboard in front of him and started calling up data on Captain Slargg, his first mate Lagmar, and just enough of himself to make the connections complete. “Sir, please keep in mind that I have not always been a good man, nor have I always been a brigand. I have always jumped back and forth across that line depending on the circumstances however; but there are certain things that even a scoundrel like me would never do.” (Reply Salid iyw) “Slargg is an inherent coward. By that I mean that he only attacks unarmed vessels if his ship ‘hunting’ alone; but if part of a group, he would make sure that his ship could escape during an engagement and return later for all the illegal salvage he could get right after the battle.” (Reply Salid iyw) “Well sir, Lagmar is the complete opposite; he never wanted to be a ship’s captain because he felt the responsibility would interfere with his fun and games.” (Reply Salid) Pursing his lips and looking at the skipper “Well sir, Lagmar was once a sentient intelligence collector up until about 9 years ago and is one of the sickest sadists I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. He gets off on torturing people, not raping them, just torturing and beating them to death; and it never seemed to matter the age, gender, or race of his target.” (Reply Salid) Taking a deep breath ~well, here goes~ “The last time I had come across Slargg and Lagmar was about a year and a half before I started classes at the academy. I was contracted provide an armed escort for a Luxury Cruise Liner; the only bad part of the deal was I only got paid once the vessel made it safely to its port-o-call. I was keeping my ship, an old Siva-class Destroyer code named ‘Cobalt Cavalier’, under the keel of the liner when Slargg’s ship attacked the liner from above knocking out what little shields it had. As I brought my ship up and around to engage Slargg’s ship, Lagmar and his boarding party had already beamed over to the liner and started robbing and what-not.” (Reply Salid) (Reply Salid, room for more) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1441) Once back in Sickbay Josh wasted no time. She understood that the orders she had been given by the Captain were urgent and she already had a plan regarding how to implement them. Technically, both the Meldovian and the Arturian delegates could conceivably refuse to submit to a DNA scan, and they would both be well within their rights to do so, since neither race were members of the Federation.. Josh however, had already worked out how to get around any refusal that might possible arise from this though.. She would call both ambassadors to Sickbay explain to both of them that she had found a disease, unknowingly brought aboard by one of the Meldovian slaves that they had freed. that seemed to specifically target a particular Meldovian and Arcturian DNA sequence and it would be in everyone's best interest that Sickbay screen everyone's DNA to make sure that this would not be a problem for the rest of them. Whilst the Ambassadors might not like the idea, self interest would probably make sure that they complied with the screening and insured that all of their team did so too. Sitting down at her computer Josh contacted both the Meldovian and Arcturian homeworlds and, explaining the situation, or as much as she was prepared to tell them about at present, asked for a full genetic background for every single person in both the Ambassador's delegations and the entire Meldovian fleet that had accompanied the Prince. Once that was done she contacted the Federation and asked for the same information regarding the Arbiter and his aide, since they would be next on her list. Once done she asked the computer to set up a list, starting with the Arbiter and his aide since she assumed that if the Arbiter agreed the rest of them would have less reason to refuse. The Meldovian and Arcturian Ambassadors and their teams were next on the list to show up in Sickbay for said scans. Once that was done she asked the computer to highlight to her terminal anyone who turned up late or refused the scans. Walking out of her office and back into the main room she tried to catch everyone's eye. Once they gathered round Josh informed then that they would be running DNA scans on the subjects she had designated. She explained her 'supposed' reasoning for the scans, pointed out that no-one was exempt and if that anyone refused they should be detained in Sickbay and Security called. Josh also further pointed out that if anyone failed to turn up for their appointment then Sickbay personnel had Josh's full authority to have them escorted here by Security. "No-one and I mean no-one on that list will be allowed to refuse this scan. If anyone does complain you have my authority to tell them that I am invoking my Chief Medical Officer's privileges. If they want to know why then send them to me." (Reply any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Personal Quarters of Kohmas Dahl Engineer Ensign T'Kron -1503) Outside in the corridor, T'Kron rang the door chime. (Reply Kohmas Dahl) When the door opened, T'Kron entered, holding his PADD. Seeing the Meldovian, T'Kron stepped toward him. "Kohmas Dahl, I have a series questions for you. The answers may prove fruitful in helping to locate Prince Angkor Kahmal. I trust that you will not mind me asking them?" (Reply Kohmas Dahl) He began taking notes on his PADD that he had carried with him. "Do you know when the newer model of transporter inhibitors on the Prince's ship were installed and who manufactured them?" asked T'Kron. (Reply Kohmas Dahl) "Were any of the units being repaired or receiving maintenance before or around the time of the attack?" asked T'Kron. "And do you know who was in charge of keeping them in good repair?" (Reply Kohmas Dahl, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade winds– Nodel- 1730) Nodel was now allowed to roam the common areas of the ship. He had been told that the Doctor wished to see him later, but for now he had been given leave to explore some of his new home. While Ro' was doing the stuff that Ro' did (Nodel had no idea what that was), he had come into a place that Ro' had called the Trade winds. It was a sort of gathering place and Nodel was interested to see what these people did when they traveled, but were not slaves locked away in a cage that was much too small for them. The frosted glass doors of the tropically themed lounge separated and allowed Nodel immediate access to the room and he was amazed at the lushness of the place. There were strange looking, but entirely climbable trees with long thin leaves, and there were strange wooden faces hanging from the wall. In one corner there was even a small waterfall surrounded by a small area filled with sand, with a few reclining seats. Those were filled, and Nodel decided instead to make his way to the strange looking tree. He inspected it's trunk, which was rather long and slightly curved. All the leaves fanned out on the top, and they in turn seemed to have fern like leaves. He was just about to climb up the tree when he heard a familiar voice. He froze immediately in fear that he would be captured and sent back to the slave pens. There was no indication of his being restrained, instead no one seemed to notice him standing behind the shrubbery that surrounded the strange looking tree. "I'm telling you, this is as easy as it gets. The Captain has no idea what we've done, and when the time is right…" It was the voice that he'd heard near the slave pens. The same voice that spoke to the slave master about the Meldovian Slaves, only that time it was through a machine. This time, it seemed to be very real and very close. "Keep it down" replied a hurried whisper, You've had enough to drink tonight I think. You don't want anyone to overhear us." Another voice replied. "I've worked too long for this, I'll not have you spoiling it, because you've gotten drunk." "I've plenty of reason to celebrate. And these PEOPLE won't serve us any longer, so I had to bring some from my quarters. Besides, when this is all over with, we'll be rich AND famous." The other male voice snorted. Nodel could sense dread, contempt and hatred. There was also arrogance and smugness but from the other person. "Is there something I can help you with little fellow?" A female voice sounded from behind him. Nodel nearly jumped, he had been slowly working his way through the foliage so that he could see the voices, when this woman had snuck up behind him and frightened him. "NO…Nodel… was.. just…" ~Spying~ he stammered. "It's okay." she replied, "you won't harm the plants that way. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." "uh…. Nodel is alright." he replied nervously. "Okay, well if you need anything, my name is Manda and I'll be around." Nodel just bobbed his body to acknowledge her. ~What if they realized Nodel was spying?~ he wondered. He crouched back down into the shrubbery as the woman left, taking notice that the voices had stopped. When he could finally see the seats on the other side, he sighed. They were empty. Nodel was filled with a sense of dread and the urge to see Ro' immediately. He turned and left the room, hurrying towards the room where Ro and he slept hoping that she would come home soon. (reply Ro'Dal) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Gladius - Bridge - Arms Dealer - Francis Crisp - 1745) Crisp sat on the bridge with his fingers drumming on the taut targ leather arm rest. He hated being ignored. He had sent Dukara on a fact finding mission using the information that T'eetcz had provided. Him seeing and positively identifying a Star Fleet Officer, a Vulcan by name of Sullivan, how ever that was possible, a Vulcan with a human surname. ~She must be half Vulcan.~ Frank mused, the only curiosity keeping his anger in check. His thoughts trailed on bedding a Vulcan female, a feet he had never accomplished. Dukara strode on to the bridge, smiling a perfect smile of gleaming white teeth, a contrast to her dull gray skin. She was obviously pleased with herself, not that Crisp could see her satisfaction, his glaring hatred and blank stare competing for his attention. "I grow tired of waiting." he said, "Close channel." he ordered. Dukara cleared her throat, Frank looked up, she was smiling. "This had better be good news." he warned. "Oh it is." she assured him. He looked over at T'eetcz, "Engage cloak, anything finds us make it pay then plot a course out of here. Notify me if anything happens." "Aye." was the big Nausicaan's only response as he sat in the chair vacated by Crisp. "In my ready room." Frank said, the pair left the bridge. Entering his office, obviously a lot of credits had been clicked off to make it so opulent that a Ferengi would be jealous, Crisp sat in a chair that was purposely set higher then the rest of the room, to give him a sort of dominant negotiating position, Dukara seemed unimpressed, either from working with him so much as not to be phased, or she wasn't intimidated very easily. "What have you got for me?" he asked as he rubbed his hands in anticipation. "That Nausicaan is on to something, that one name T'Larah Sullivan is a Latinum mine of information. I cross referenced that with the tournament he said he lost." she said. "Hold on, the Nausicaan lost a tournament?" Crisp asked disbelieving. "It seems I can get more with honey then you can with vinegar.." she said and left it at that. Crisp smiled realizing what she meant. "It seems that a crew member's station is also written on the application. The USS Champlain was her ship at that time. That ship was destroyed in the Federation Civil War." she said. "What does that do for us?" he asked annoyance crept into his voice. "Nothing, but I called in some favors, she is now assigned to the USS Rosenante." she said. "The Rosenante, never heard of her." he said. "That's because she is fairly new, a ship of the line. I did further digging, the class was an experimental espionage craft for the loosing side of the war.." she said as Crisp's eyes lit up. "...she has been retrofitted for exploration, but the stealth system is still intact." "If we could commandeer her..." Crisp's eyes lit with the fires of Avarice. "There is more, I have a crew roster." she said smiling, sharing his glow of greed and ambition. Frank was very pleased at this, "What can you tell me?" he asked. "It seems that you can capture three birds with one stone.. selling the information we've gathered to a third party, appeasing T'eetcz with letting him take Sullivan out, and revenge on the Captain who took your merchandise and the payment right from under you." she informed him. "How?" he asked questioning her. "Take a look for yourself, the acting Security Chief..." she pointed on a PADD she produced. "Chance Raschen? That little Raschen brat is in Starfleet? How did you obtain this knowledge? More honey?" he inquired, smiling devilishly. "No there is actually an agent on board the vessel, while we are not allied with them the information is for sale. It took a considerable sum of money, but i took the liberty, I knew that revenge is a considerable motivator for you." she answered his provocative question logically. "If I mixed business and pleasure..." he insinuated. "I know." she said not particularly interested in what he had said. "There will be a bonus." he said. "I'm counting on it." she said simply with an undertone of menace that Crisp seemed to ignore. "Crisp to T'eetcz." he said and the intercom picked up. =/= Bridge. =\= "Get us out of here, back to Barakos IV, we have some planning to do, and we have to find a new buyer for our information." =/= Understood.=\= and the channel was closed. "That will be all, Dukara, I have a lot of thinking to do." he said, "Send me some entertainment." "Yes." she said with a small amount of disgust in her voice. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1747) Glad to be off duty after staying late due to some extra paddwork she had to do, at last Ro' walked into the quarters that she now shared with her pet Nodel, and the first thing she did after announcing that she was home, was to quickly sit down on the couch to take off her boots. She always felt much more relaxed when she could walk around bare footed. Glancing at Nodel, she got the distinct impression that he was feeling uneasy and anxious. She placed her boots neatly beside the couch and looked directly at her little companion. "What's the matter?" She asked him, looking around the quarters to see if perhaps he'd broken something by accident or something else had happened to make him contrite, but everything was in order, not that she owned much to start with. (reply Nodel) The Takaran listened intently as the little chap told her what he had overheard and seen while adventuring to the Tradewinds. It did sound very suspicious to her but there really wasn't a lot to go on. "Do I know the people you are talking about?" She inquired. (reply Nodel, ) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters– Nodel- 1750) If Nodel were a human or more human-like he'd be pacing and fretting across the room as he mulled over the thoughts going through his head right now. The Master Slaver had explained that he was not a slaver, and that Ro' was not a slaver, but how then could he explain the voice that he had heard in the place behind the plants? How could Nodel explain that the voice he had heard had been the same one that he had heard when the nice Meldovian had given him the food. The voice had been coming from a machine then, but it was unmistakably the same voice. That voice belonged to a Slaver. Nodel sat high up on his shelf rocking slowly back and forth in a sort of confused neurotic trance. He was trying to make sense of what he had heard, what he had been told and what he had observed. They didn't make sense to him. The door opened and for a moment Nodel thought that the slaver with the bad voice was coming to take him back to the pens. Or worse kill him. But Nodel was very relieved to see it was Ro'. He watched still maintaining his nervous rocking motion as she came into the room and removed her foot protection. She was sitting on the soft sitting thing in the main living quarters, but she seemed to have noticed him on his shelf. "What's the matter?" She asked. Nodel started at the sound of her voice, but quickly recovered. In a single leap, he cleared the space between the landing and the bed and then bounded from the sleeping room into the sitting room. He jumped up into Ro's lap and wrapped both his arms around her and just started talking. "Nodelsorry.NodelknowsnottolisteninonslaverstalkingbusinessbutwhenNodelhearsthevoicefromthemachineontheplanetNodelcan'thelpit." he spit out in one massive gust of breath and voice. "PleaseRo'don'tpunishNodel." He then hugged her even tighter as a way of telling her that he was sorry. "Nodeldidnotknowthatthevoicewasonthisship.Nodeldidnotknow.Nodelsorry." (reply Ro'Dal) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1752) "What's the matter?" Ro' asked Nodel. Nodel hadn't come to greet her as he had on the couple of other occasions when she'd left him for brief periods of time. He always seemed happy to see her when she returned even if she'd only been gone for five minutes, and looking around the room Ro' couldn't see anything broken. From where Ro' sat she could see him in the bedroom and suddenly got a strong feeling that he was anxious or nervous about something. By the way he was rocking back and forth it was apparent he was aggitated and the action reminded her of how she used to do that too, when she was a child, hugging herself and rocking as she had tried to comfort herself when something bad had happened to her. Nodel started at the sound of her voice, then leaped from his sleeping shelf, landed on the bed and then bounded from the sleeping room into the sitting room where he jumped up into Ro's lap and wrapped both his arms around her. Then he began to jabber so fast she could barely make out what he was saying. "Nodelsorry.NodelknowsnottolisteninonslaverstalkingbusinessbutwhenNodelhearsthevoicefromthemachineontheplanetNodelcan'thelpit." he blurted out in one breath, drew in another breath and added. "PleaseRo'don'tpunishNodel." Of his scrambled words only a few registered with her, she got the 'slavers talking business' and his plea for her not to punish him. He then hugged her even tighter as if trying to show her how sorry he was and jabbered more. "Nodeldidnotknowthatthevoicewasonthisship.Nodeldidnotknow.Nodelsorry." Now she got 'the voice on this ship' and putting the two together she swiftly realized that her pet thought he had heard a familiar voice of a slaver actually on the Rose and that he was scared. ~He must be mistaken, sometimes people have similar voices.~ She told herself as she stroked his head and down his back gently, in an attempt to calm him. "I'm not angry with you Nodel, but you must calm down and talk slower so I can understand you better, there's no need to be afraid, I would never harm you or let another do so. I promised you I would protect you." Giving him a comforting hug as she asked, "do I know the people you are talking about?" (reply Nodel) "Can you tell me what you overheard?" If there were slavers aboard, Ro' wanted to know. (reply Nodel) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Marine Gym– MCO – Kenneth ‘SatNav’ Smith-18.03) Kenneth side stepped just in time as the punch whipped past his face. He lashed out with his fist to strike his attackers abdomen but he just hit fresh air. “Haa Haa to slow Sir.” Kenneth moved again narrowly missing a kick that would have dislodged his knee. He wheeled round to face his opponent a large Bolian from the Freedom and Pride Company. He tried to spar with each company leader in the two platoons which were on board. ~Well I’ll just have to knock you onto your blue behind won’t I~ He snaked forward ducking under the strike again but instead of punching out he stepped further forward and slammed his elbow into the Bolian’s back. The Bolian gave a cry and he was propelled forward. Kenneth slid forward and his foot flashed out connecting with the back of the Bolian’s knee. As the Bolian crashed to the floor he stepped closer and pinned him to the ground. ~Got Yah~ He stepped back helping the Bolian to his feet. “Close run thing. Five four to me” The Bolian nodded. “Yes Sir.” “I’m sure you’ll get me next time.” The Bolian nodded. Kenneth knew that there was a bet going round the troops in the platoon to see who would beet him. There were some very good fighters under his command and there had been a couple of time when he had nearly lost. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat down in a corner as two other marines spar off against each other. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1935) "Maybe I shouldn't threaten to autopsy them. Maybe I should just threaten to have them seconded to Counseling instead. Lord knows poor Sally could probably use the help." "I don't doubt that in the slightest. It must be rough trying to run an entire department with only one counselor on the ship." he replied shaking his head. "She'll probably need a counselor to help her handle all the strain from being a counselor at this rate." "But in fairness most of my holodeck time is spent alone. There really aren't many people aboard this ship who are into skiing, climbing or sailing, except of course the Captain. He did suggest we go sailing together one time, but it never came to anything." Jennifer replied. She cleared her plate and glanced up, an impish grin on her face. "To be honest I am really not that disappointed. Two captains - one ship. It never works. I used to take Kitty sailing and she enjoyed it. Took Kawalski once. Poor darling he was terrified. I tacked across the harbor and didn't even get passed the breakwater before he turned green and I had to take him back. Some people don't do well in small boats, he was one." Jennifer rose from the table and picked up the plates and carried them over to the kitchen. "Now it's my turn to cook. If indeed you can actually call Zabaglione cooking." "Indeed." Mike said with a smile and followed her to the edge of the kitchen, wine glass in hand. "You know I've never been sailing, not in a boat with an actual sail that is. I'm not afraid of water, my father and I used to go deep sea fishing in the Atlantic every two years or so. I'd be willing to give it a try and the same goes for skiing and climbing. I'm not super keen on the idea of falling, but it's safe enough on a holodeck and beside I'll never know if I like it unless I try it. ~Not to mention you'd be there.~ Mike thought smiling. (reply Caskie) Mike watched as Jennifer went through the steps to make the amazing looking dessert. "I'm going to need two bowls to serve this in almost immediately, if you don't mind." she commented. "Sure thing." Mike turned and opened the cabinet and fished out a pair of two black and white Anasazi stylized bowls. He placed them on the counter. He then retrieved two spoons from the utensil drawer. Once he had set out bowls she turned off the heat, tipped the mixture expertly into each bowl. "Voila. Zabaglione a la Fisher. Hope you like it." "Well no time like the present to find out." he replied, then took up a spoon and gave the still warm mixture a try. He allowed the flavor to permeate his tastebuds before swallowing it. He paused for a moment, his food instincts measuring texture, flavor and presentation almost without thinking. He smiled. "Very good!" he said. "I love it!" He picked up his bowl of Zabaglione a la Fisher and headed for the table. "And where in the world did you learn to make Zabaglione like this?" he asked her once they had taken their seats. (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1938) "Indeed." Mike said. He followed her across to the kitchen area his glass of wine in hand. "You know I've never been sailing, not in a boat with an actual sail that is. I'm not afraid of water, my father and I used to go deep sea fishing in the Atlantic every two years or so. I'd be willing to give it a try and the same goes for skiing and climbing. I'm not super keen on the idea of falling, but it's safe enough on a holodeck and beside I'll never know if I like it unless I try it." Josh had finished making the Zabaglione and was tipping it into the bowls as she replied. "Well, I can certainly take you sailing if you'd like. Lord knows any idiot can do that." A few seconds later it registered with Josh exactly what she had said and she flushed right down to her collar bone and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh lord Mike, that certainly did not come out the way I meant it. I am so sorry. What I meant to say was that the sailing programs I have can be used by almost anyone. My skiing and climbing ones however do need some experience and to be honest I didn't bring any beginner ones with me. I would have to check the holodeck programs to see if there was anything appropriate. But if you are interested I will." She watched as Mike tasted his dessert and carried it across to the table. "And where in the world did you learn to make Zabaglione like this?" Josh laughed out loud. "What Zabaglione a la Fisher? I would have thought the name was a dead give away. Kitty did. Her parents run the best Italian restaurant in Edinburgh and this is her mama's secret recipe. She puts vanilla pods and cinnamon sticks into her sugar bin to give it that extra kick. But you did not here that from me. Mama Claudia would kill me if she knew I'd told you." Sitting down at the table with her dish Josh regarded him. "So, we've managed to discuss recipes, ship scuttle butt and at least part of my personal life. So tell me, what do you like to do with your off duty time? (Reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer -1940) Josh laughed out loud. "What Zabaglione a la Fisher? I would have thought the name was a dead give away. Kitty did. Her parents run the best Italian restaurant in Edinburgh and this is her mama's secret recipe. She puts vanilla pods and cinnamon sticks into her sugar bin to give it that extra kick. But you did not here that from me. Mama Claudia would kill me if she knew I'd told you." He nodded in understanding. "Mum's the word." he added as he drew an imaginary zipper across his lips, then locked them with an imaginary key which he quickly discarded over his left shoulder. "So, we've managed to discuss recipes, ship scuttle butt and at least part of my personal life. So tell me, what do you like to do with your off duty time?" "Well nothing as interesting as climbing or skiing, I'm afraid. I spend a lot of time in the gym, running, swimming or keeping up with my personal defense training. Helps me keep in shape and to burn off all the extra calories from the richer foods I tend to eat." He paused for a moment and took another spoonful of the dessert. He savored it for a moment before continuing. "I have a fly-fishing program that I visit once in a very long while, otherwise I do a lot of cooking and play piano in my off-time. I have a Steinway back home. Here," he shrugged, "I'm relegated to what will easily fit inside my quarters. Which means holodeck usage if I want to play a piece or two." (Reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO (Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1942) "Mum's the word." he added as he drew an imaginary zipper across his lips, then locked them with an imaginary key which he quickly discarded over his left shoulder. Josh laughed, not so much at Mike, but at the fact that she had found someone who at least seemed to share her sense of humour. Her next question illicited quite an unexpected response, at least as far as she was concerned. "Well nothing as interesting as climbing or skiing, I'm afraid. I spend a lot of time in the gym, running, swimming or keeping up with my personal defence training. Helps me keep in shape and to burn off all the extra calories from the richer foods I tend to eat." "I have a fly-fishing program that I visit once in a very long while, otherwise I do a lot of cooking and play piano in my off-time. I have a Steinway back home. Here," he shrugged, "I'm relegated to what will easily fit inside my quarters. Which means holodeck usage if I want to play a piece or two." Josh regarded Mike across the table keeping her expression as innocent as possible. "Well, it seems that the CMO isn't the only person on this ship who tends towards solitary pursuits it would seem." She smiled to take any sting out of her comments. "My dad used to take us fishing, hook and bait only and for rainbow trout mostly, but he tended to get bored if we caught more than he did. With six kids, that tended to happen quite a lot and he eventually stopped, but it was fun while it lasted." "So tell me, what kind of music do you like playing?" (Reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer -1945) Jennifer regarded him across the table keeping her expression as innocent as possible. "Well, it seems that the CMO isn't the only person on this ship who tends towards solitary pursuits it would seem." "Touché" he replied. She smiled at him. "My dad used to take us fishing, hook and bait only and for rainbow trout mostly, but he tended to get bored if we caught more than he did. With six kids, that tended to happen quite a lot and he eventually stopped, but it was fun while it lasted." Mike chuckled. "So tell me, what kind of music do you like playing?" "A little bit of everything really." he said with a shrug, "I can play some terran classical stuff, some ragtime, some big band era stuff and I've been working on the modern Vulcan composers as well as the Bolian Koafa Style." Suddenly an alarm sounded. It wasn't one that he heard very often and so it took him a few moments to identify it. "Someone just fired a phaser on a setting above stun," he told the CMO, "that's not a good thing at all." He stood from the table, and was quickly walking back towards his bedroom to grab his commbadge when he heard the commchannel in his quarters sound. He stopped to listen. =^=Sickbay to Doctor Caskie=^= (reply Caskie) =^= We just got an emergency medical call for a team to go the ready room. They're in route, thought you'd want to know.=^= (reply Caskie) =^=Understood doctor. Sickbay out=^= Mike smiled at her, "I completely understand." he said even though she hadn't said anything to him, "I've had a wonderful time. We should do it again soon." (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1950) Ahmed sipped his Turkish coffee as he looked over the latest set of reports. He had a bad feeling about things and he wasn't in the habit of ignoring his feelings, it never amounted to anything good when it did. Suddenly there was the sound of a hologram materializing in the room with him. The captain looked up to see the Holo-Marine program standing there. "Sorrys to bother youse captain sir," Ramirez said. "but I think we has a problem." That caught Ahmed's interest immediately. He set down the pad he was looking at. "What sort of problem?" Ahmed asked. "Youse the problem captain sir." Ramirez replied. "I beg your pardon?" Suddenly a phaser materialized out of no where and Ramirez was pointing it directly at Ahmed's chest. There was a moment of understanding between the captain and the holographic construct. Two things happened nearly simultaneously. Ahmed threw himself out of his chair and Ramirez fired. The captain wasn't nearly as fast as the holograph. The phaser was set on light thermal which seared the flesh on the captain's upper arm and shoulder and turned the top of his ready room chair into a pile of bubbling goop. A second shot would have struck him on the way down, if Ahmed hadn't overturned his potted palm plant in his haste to get out of the chair. Instead the plant took the blast and burst into a shower of sparks. The alarms immediately sounded. "Computer shut down the holoemitters on the ship." he barked out hurriedly, even as he was hearing Ramirez rematerialize with a better line of sight on him. [Unable to comply, subroutines not found.] "Computer, shut down all power to the ready room, Now! Execute immediately! Salid- echo-three-three!" Ramirez raised the weapon a second time. Then suddenly the room went dark. The captain rolled over on the floor, breathing heavily. The pain in his arm and shoulder was excruciating. He tapped his commbadge. "Mister Sullivan lock down the ship immediately! Shut down all holoemitters as soon as possible and get someone to open the door to my ready room!" (reply Sullivan) "Medical Team to the ready room!" he added. (reply Caskie) The emergency power flickered on. Fortunately it wasn't enough to power a holoemitter. "Salid to MCO Smith. Holomarine Ramirez has been compromised and has just tried to execute me in my ready room. Secure the critical areas and do a deck by deck sweep. Consider that he can be anywhere on the ship and in multiple places at once." (reply MCO Smith) Ahmed pulled himself back up to his feet, grimacing in pain as he did so. The door to the Ready room snapped open. "The Holomarine program just tried to execute me and very nearly succeeded. Notify all the senior crew. Mister Sullivan, the computer is not responding to shut down commands for the holographic grid, someone's been tampering with the central files, get Matrix and T'Kron on it, although keep in mind that whoever modified the marine program also probably considered that we'd try to stop the problem at the source. Notify all the department heads and their assistants." (reply Sullivan, Caskie. 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