Compile#1 September 01-06 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 6 Stardate: 2408.02.21 Compile Summary (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1415) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne Room – Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 1418) (USS Rosenante –Observation Lounge- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1450) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters, Trebin-Kohmas Dahl- 1510) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Nodel - 1758) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1759) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Nodel - 1802) (USS Rosenante, Marine Section , PFC, Marta 'Nun' Nunez - 2014) (USS Rosenante Main Engineering Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2019) (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -2020) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2023) (USS Rosenante - Marine Section - MCO - Lieutenant Kenneth ‘SatNav’Smith-2025) (USS Rosenante- Marine Section - PFC - Marta 'Nun' Nunez- 2026) (USS Rosenante - Marine Section - MCO - Lieutenant Kenneth ‘SatNav’Smith-2025) (USS Rosenante- Marine Section - PFC - Marta 'Nun' Nunez- 2026) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 7 Stardate: 2408.02.23 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0900) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0902) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medbay 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0905) (USS Rosenante – Primary Computer core - aCops- Ensign Smith - 0906) (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0907) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Med Tech Gita Ramapradesh - 0908) (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0910) (USS Rosenante – Holodeck 2 – Combat Nurse M’Epak - 0911) (USS Rosenante -Turbo Lift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0912) (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0912.2) (USS Rosenante - Turbolift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan -0912.3) (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0912.4) (USS Rosenante - Turbolift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0912.5) (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0915) (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control - Sr OPS NCOIC - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 0916) (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control- aCops-  Ensign Smith- 0917) (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0920) (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0921) (USS Rosenante- Phaser Control, CO- Capt- Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0922) (Haldor II- The Villa- Soldier- Jomot Maz- 0955) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medbay 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0905) (USS Rosenante- VIP Quarters- Aide Shekan Nozar-1010) (USS Rosenante – Transporter room 1 - Combat Nurse M’Epak - 10.28) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 10.29) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1030) (USS Rosenante –Sick Bay- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1300) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Ambassador Diara Rhone – 1417) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1415) "The hatred between Morella and myself goes back at least a decade. She sees me as a potential threat to her to empire in Orion Space. Obviously this is her way of setting me up for something else that she's either already done or is planning to do." "Obviously. Do you think it has anything to do with the fact that there is a Federation ship on its way to see you?" asked Diara Rhone. "Definitely," O'Banyan said. "Prior to your arrival I was in the process of tracking down a highly placed kidnapping of someone of note, other than yourself. I was told that the Klingons had captured a scientist. The fact that you are not, indicates to me that this is Morella's attempt to incriminate me in whatever other kidnapping that has taken place." He nodded to himself and then said with no small amount of wrath, "She is going to pay for that." "Then it seems that you and I are allies, Mister O'Banyan. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend seems to apply," said the Deltan. "I agree whole heartedly," said O'Banyan. "Perhaps we both can get some real payback; you for your abduction and both of us for Morella. If we are to accomplish this, we will need to work together. How are we to coordinate our efforts to do this with this inbound Federation ship?" (Reply Diara Rhone) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne Room – Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 1418) The Deltan said, "But we need information… tell me about this other kidnapping. Who was it and when did it happen? Also do you think that this other kidnapping is why the Federation ship is here? Or might there be another reason?" O'Banyan paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. "Before I heard about Ambassador Trang having captured a Deltan scientist, my information sources told me of another Orion kidnapping of interplanetary importance. Based on that information, I don't believe the UFP ship is coming here to rescue you per se. As I have a reputation as a Master Trader in Orion Space, I think they are coming here to determine whether I'm in possession of this other enslaved victim, rather than you Ambassador Rhone. My informants on Barakos IV, where the presence of these covert UFP operatives were first detected, said they made no inquires about recently impressed Deltan slaves. In fact, the only slave purchases my field operatives reported they made there were members of some obscure race called the Meldovians. I've never heard of them," Master O'Banyan continued. "You're a diplomat, Ambassador. Does that species name ring any bells with you? Why would kidnapping a single person from that race have interplanetary significance?" (Reply Ambassador Diara Rhone) "Is there any reason besides the obvious that the Federation might have to come and arrest you personally? Any assassinations of high-level diplomats, or kidnappings of prominent citizens, mass murder or any acts of high treason? I can only help us if there is complete disclosure so you'll have to be honest with me." "As many other Free Traders in Orion Space," O'Banyan said, "My business enterprises involve latinum, mechanical parts, various alien technologies, intelligence, legal and illegal drugs and raided or traded flesh. Most of my trading business involves dealing with other criminal organizations, races and individuals that are aggressive, obscenely rich, unscrupulous and inately criminal themselves. In regard to slaves, I usually engage in fee based repatriotisation of those occasional high priority individuals to their respective families, businesses and/or governments. Like you, all those individuals in my company leave with their virtue, health and minds intact. Political kidnappings, high-level assassinations and other acts which could be labeled as high treason are far too dangerous for me engage in. I don't wish to have unauthorized or covert visits from the UPF, RSE or Klingon Empires. Queen Morella and those bigger, richer and well defended crime organizations, buried deeper in Orion Crime Space are a dif. . ." His implanted chip indicated an incoming transmission from Judith Wilson deeper in Orion Space. "I have an incoming message from one of my informants. I had assigned her to specifically find out more about this other abduction." Knowing it was a heavily encrypted signal, O'Banyan activated a sensor on the arm of his throne chair. He opened up a mini screen that hinged up. He wished to keep his protégé's identity secret. Angry with himself over his currant predicament, Trader O'Banyan got down to business immediately. "You should know that that disgusting slime vole Trang is not to be trusted in the future. He lied to both of us. I have Trang's Deltan guest here now. Her name is Diara Rhone but she's not a Deltan scientist. Rhone is an ambassador who has lately crossed Trang in regard to some trading problems." O'Banyan saw the look of genuine incredulousness on his young protégé's face. ~She doesn't like being played for a fool anymore than I do.~ O'Banyan continued, "From my subsequent conversation with her, I've found that Ambassador Rhone was abducted by one of Morella's sadistic Orion henchmen, Lagmar. Call me devious, but I'm wondering if this Ambassador's abduction was Morella's way of trying to side track our efforts to find out about the high profile abduction that I've asked you to investigate. Report." A wicked smile spread across Judith's face. "I have a heavily encrypted data packet ready to send you. I think this should answer all of your questions, Trader O'Banyan." "I will process the information and contact you. Stand by for instructions," ordered O'Banyan. Not wanting to compromise her identity, his protégé said, "Acknowledged, out." (Reply Diara Rhone IYW) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante –Observation Lounge- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1450) Raschen took a deep breath, “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 to 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.” Ahmed nodded, "I follow you so far. Continue." Raschen used the terminal on the conference table to call up the official report that was submitted by the cruise line company, and turned the screen toward the skipper so he could read it. “Coming up over the top of the liner I managed to surprise Slargg and unleashed hell on him with 12 torpedoes and every phaser bank I could bring to bear on his ship. With out returning fire, Slargg warped out of the engagement and didn’t return, thus leaving Lagmar and his boarding party behind on the cruise liner.” (Reply Salid) “Less than 2 minutes later I lead my own boarding party to stop Lagmar’s. My people stopped his teams before they could gain full access to the engine room, and other vital areas with one acceptation. The pirates had gained control of the bridge. By the time I got there, the captain, 1st and 2nd mates of the liner were already dead, both of them shot in the head by the time I got there. The 3rd mate was tied up and was being forced to watch as Lagmar proceeded to beat the helmsman to death with his bare fists.” (Reply Salid) “As I stormed into the bridge sir, Lagmar looked up and I blasted him in the head. By the end of the afternoon; all personal belongings had been returned, all the pirates had been presumably killed, and 3 days later my 1st mate maneuvered the cruise liner into port and was hired on as the new captain.” (Reply Salid) (Reply Salid) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters, Trebin-Kohmas Dahl- 1510) T'Kron stood up and said, "On the contrary Trebin Dahl, you have been of immense assistance. Thank you. I will so note your forthrightness and aid in my report to the Captain." Kohmas also rose to his feet. "I just want you to know Ensign, that regardless of the outcome, I am loyal to my people. I will not betray them for the sake of my career. " T'Kron nodded politely and in a Vulcan-like manner left Trebin Dahl's quarters. Dahl returned to his seat pondering the events of the last week. His prince had been captured by Orion pirates, obviously aided by a spy on the inside. And he had been ordered to be selective with the information that he provided the Starfleet officers who were trying hard to recover the Prince. It was an odd feeling. Here, his own people were trying to hinder, although in a seemingly minor way the recovery of the one man that might well bring people to their people, yet these Starfleet persons, whom had no personal vested interest in the outcome of the conflict or peace talks, were risking their lives to infiltrate Orion space on a possible wild-tark chase. What was it that drove these people from the federation to take things so personally? Why were they risking themselves for a pair of species too stupid to stop killing each other? These questions bothered him, they bothered him because he knew the answer deep down in his soul. They detested warfare and perhaps they detested Soldiers, since their job was to conduct warfare. Was that such a bad thing? He felt ashamed for the first time in his adult life. Here he had been trained to kill the enemy. He had excelled at it, and when he was given the chance to redeem himself, he had failed to protect the one that could wash all the blood from their hands. He had failed his prince. He felt in the core of his soul that the admiral was behind it all. If they went to peace with their enemies, one of the terms of the agreement would be the dissolution of the individual militaries and the institutionalization of a peaceful merchant marine. The Admiral's time would be up. He would be retired to the stables like a Portha past it's prime. There would be no glory remaining for him to win and he would live out the rest of his days in obscurity. But what could he do? (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Nodel - 1758) "I should report this to my superiors, Nodel, at least to the aCSO but I find myself reluctant to do so as he is fresh from the Academy and in my eyes inexperienced, also he may not think there is any need to be alarmed." The Takaran sighed heftily. "Therefore I think we should just keep the guests under scrutiny ourselves until such time as we have more evidence to offer." Giving the little being an affectionate squeeze she asked him, "do you think you will be able to help me do that?" Nodel bobbed his body slightly in agreement. "Nodel will help Ro'Dal." he said simply. "How can Nodel help?" His fear had abated completely once he realized that Ro' was not angry with him. He was now very pleased to be asked to help identify the bad voice that he had heard in the Trade Winds. (reply Ro'Dal) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1759) Giving Nodel an affectionate squeeze, Ro' asked him if he thought he'd be able to help her keep watch on their Meldovian and Arturian guests, to which he told her that he would help her and asked how he could. Ro' sensed that he was no longer feeling scared and was glad she'd calmed him down but now she had to come up with some kind of strategy to find out exactly who that voice belonged to and what the conspirators (if that is what they actually were) plans were. "I think for now we need to eat, I'm famished and don't think so well when my stomach's empty. So let's get some dinner and then we can make some plans." Ro' suggested as she headed to the kitchen area, popping Nodel on to one of the chairs at the table before going to the replicator to order them up some grub. Food before them, Ro' began methodically eating and drinking while she thought about the problem. "First we need to put a face to that voice and a name to that face." She told Nodel, and her face brightened into a smile as a thought occurred to her. "You know, you'd have no problem traveling through the air supply tubes in this ship, you're small enough. If you're up to it you could make your way to the guest quarters and listen to them talking. You'd have to be very quiet of course..." The Takaran provider already knew how rambunctious her little charge could be. "But once you know which person the voice matches, you can point him out to me when I show you their pictures on computer terminal." She suggested, absentmindedly waving her fork gently in the air at him as she spoke. (reply Nodel) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - Nodel - 1802) "I think for now we need to eat, I'm famished and don't think so well when my stomach's empty. So let's get some dinner and then we can make some plans." Ro' suggested as she headed to the kitchen area, popping Nodel on to one of the chairs at the table before going to the replicator to order them up some grub. Nodel started chewing on the relatively tasteless protein bars that Ro' brought back to him, and waited for her to tell him what they should do next. "First we need to put a face to that voice and a name to that face." She told Nodel, and her face brightened into a smile, "You know, you'd have no problem traveling through the air supply tubes in this ship, you're small enough. If you're up to it you could make your way to the guest quarters and listen to them talking. You'd have to be very quiet of course… But once you know which person the voice matches, you can point him out to me when I show you their pictures on computer terminal." She suggested, absentmindedly waving her fork gently in the air at him as she spoke. Nodel bobbed in agreement. He loved an adventure. "Nodel will do this," he replied, "But how will Nodel know where to go?" The very idea of exploring a part of the ship where no one else could go was exciting and slightly scary at the same time. He could hardly contain his enthusiasm for the adventure that he knew would be coming. "Nodel also promise Nodel will be quiet." he added. (reply Ro'Dal) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Marine Section , PFC, Marta 'Nun' Nunez - 2014) When they arrived in the Marine Training area, the Lt had ordered the emitters disabled. While Corporal Blazing -tune carried out the MCO's orders, Lt. Smith turned his attentions to the COM specialist. “ Nunez I need a patch through to the bridge I need to give them the low down.” "Aye sir, give me five." Marta, slaved a half-dozen commbadges across the ship to act as relays. A few moments later she replied. "Ready to transmit when ready, LT." He had walked over to a large screen and brought up a deck by deck plan. He saw the icons that represented all his teams. “Lieutenant Smith to the bridge.” =^=Salid here, go ahead Lieutenant.=^= the Captain's voice replied. “I have secured marine tactical training area and I am coordinating my marines teams from here.” =^= Excellent work lieutenant. We have reason to believe that something has happened to the primary computer core. I need you to send some marines to secure the area. I have an engineering team on the way there now. It's my opinion that if we are to stop Ramirez, that is the best place to start.=^= (reply MCO) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Main Engineering Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 2019) "Guard the doors against intrusion," ordered T'Kron. "Initiate plan alpha against attack to Engineering. Lock the doors to Engineering manually. We may not be able to trust the computer." The rest of the crewmembers began issuing out more weapons and worked to secure the doors. "T'Kron, can you isolate the gravity initiators and determine where the problem is while I run a diganostic?" asked Matrix. "I can barely see the console." "Aye, Lieutenant." T'Kron walked quickly to another nearby console, struggling against the gravity fluctuations. He was able to stabilize the gravity and found a way to electronically bypass a shorted out circuit. "Bypass around the damaged circuit in gravity initiators established," he reported. The gravity stayed stable, but for how long with a rogue holographic program on the loose? Since all the holoemitters were gone in Engineering, he dismissed the problem for now, concentrating on stabilizing other key systems. "Computer run diagnostic program thirteen-four on the gravity systems on all decks starting with decks 21 through 24," said Matrix. [Initiating diagnostic scan. Results delayed for approximately 13 minutes due to computer core memory load.] "Computer, explain!" bellowed Matrix. ~The volume of his shouting will not make the computer respond either better or worse. He would do better to expend his energy toward the problem.~ T'Kron continued to work to stabilize the systems. They responded, but sluggishly, as if the computer was struggling to follow commands. ~Obviously someone has input a virus into the computer system and corrupted many of the system program functions.~ [Main computer core memory is in use by holoprogram 367. Unable to process diagnostic request until an additional 33% of core memory is freed.] T'Kron noted while he worked that Lt. Matrix was able to successfully free up computer memory to complete the diagnostic. [Acknowledged. Results will be available in twelve minutes. Holoprogram 367 is attempting to reinitiate program launch.] Finishing his current task, T'Kron attempted to erase the corrupted holographic program. "Computer delete holoprogram 367." [The passcode to delete specified program is encrypted. Please enter encryption keycode.] "The passcode to delete the corrupted holoprogram is encrypted. Have you any idea of the keycode to delete the program, Lieutenant?" asked T'Kron. (Reply Steven Matrix) Just then all the power went out. The lights dimmed and flickered. Every monitor they had went out. Emergency power to the magnetic bottles for the antimatter was on separate emergency circuitry with their own power sources. But without power the HISS system would be down and they would be exposed in Orion Space. The power came back on then and most of the consoles did too. The one in front of T'Kron flickered intermittently. The impulse engines began to whine and they all swayed with the acceleration. Someone was moving the ship. T'Kron hoped it was the Captain or one of the command staff. According to one screen, he saw and felt the ride smooth out when someone diverted more power to the inertial dampeners form the impulse engines. ~It was probably the Bridge crew piloting the ship. A saboteur would not have cared if the ride was uncomfortable or not.~ "I surmise, Lt. Matrix, that the bridge crew is changing course due to the fact that our HISS is down. We need to conceal the ship to assess and make repairs." (Reply Steven Matrix, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -2020) Ahmed stepped down from the last emitter and listened as Sullivan issued her orders. She was a natural command officer and Ahmed smiled as she gave out her orders, causing the bridge crew to respond and perform. "Ops, scan the asteroid belt, what is it's composition?" T'Larah asked. "Scanning, Iron ore, Kelbonite, Fistrium, some trace minerals." the Ops responded. "That will do nicely, Helm, set a course, bring us carefully to the middle of that field, make speed one quarter impulse to the field then put all impulse power to inertial dampers, SIF, and navigational deflectors and navigate thrusters only." she said "Aye." came helm and ops responses. "Helm correct your course to bring us in below the elliptic of the belt and then insert us along the positive z-axis" Ahmed added, knowing that the navigational deflectors were not yet up to speed after the reset. "Aye Captain." the Helmsman replied. =^=Lieutenant Smith to the bridge.=^= Salid's commbadge chirped. The CO stepped over to a console and looked to see if the channel was being routed through the ship's comm system. Seeing that it was not , the CO smiled before replying. "Salid here, go ahead Lieutenant." =^= I have secured marine tactical training area and I am coordinating my marines teams from here.=^= "Excellent work lieutenant. We have reason to believe that something has happened to the primary computer core. I need you to send some marines to secure the area. I have an engineering team on the way there now. It's my opinion that if we are to stop Ramirez, that is the best place to start." (reply MCO) "Very good Lieutenant, Salid out" "Mister Sullivan, please deploy three class three probes , to act as an early warning system while we are in the asteroid belt." (reply Sullivan, MCO) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 2023) "Mister Sullivan, please deploy three class three probes , to act as an early warning system while we are in the asteroid belt." ordered the Captain. ~Why didn't I think of that?~ T'Larah asked herself. "Aye, tactical, launch three class III probes, to the following coordinates." she sent a series of numbers to the tactical station. The coordinates sent would place the probes in orbit around the asteroid belt on the outside at three equidistant points to give the best chances of spotting intruders. The sound of three probes launching soon followed, "Sir, main torpedo fore and aft launchers are down." "Send a crew as soon as one is available, put priorities on engines, HISS, shields then weapons." "Aye" responded the OPS. T'Larah started pouring over read outs and reports from the ship's systems. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Marine Section - MCO - Lieutenant Kenneth ‘SatNav’Smith-2025) =^=Excellent work lieutenant. We have reason to believe that something has happened to the primary computer core. I need you to send some marines to secure the area. I have an engineering team on the way there now. It's my opinion that if we are to stop Ramirez, that is the best place to start=^= “On my way sir.” =^=Very good Lieutenant, Salid out=^= ~Time to move~ “Okay you heard what the Captain said. Let’s get to the computer core.” Kenneth looked over at Nunez and Blazing –tune. “Nunez keep a ear on comms and tell the platoon leaders that we are on the move.” (reply Nunez) “Blazing –tune you have point. Okay lets move.” He picked up his weapon and headed for the computer core. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Marine Section - PFC - Marta 'Nun' Nunez- 2026) Marta was being vigilant, which was to say that she was keeping her weapon close and her eyes open as they manned the perimeter in the Marine section. She was eavesdropping on every active communication on the ship, but especially so on the Captain and MCO's commo. It was expected that she would, since if anything happened to the MCO, it would be her duty to pass those orders on to the next marine in the chain-of-command. The Channel closed and Marta went back to sorting and categorizing communications chatter into priority packets. it was a job that she'd done hundreds of times before on Andoria or other places with the MEF and the Troubled Minds. It was so much second nature to her that she didn't even have to concentrate on it too much. “Okay you heard what the Captain said. Let’s get to the computer core.” Kenneth looked over at Nunez and Blazing –tune. “Nunez keep a ear on comms and tell the platoon leaders that we are on the move.” "Aye LT" Marta replied, then switched to the commchannels. "Marine tac comm.- be advised C3 en route to primary computer core. All platoons check your fire." The platoon leaders replied back quickly. Marta had already established a secured channel, purposely ostracizing the Holo marine from the party. "All platoons reading five X five , LT. Third platoon reports contact with hostile holomarine on deck nine section three. All others reporting negative contact." “Blazing–tune you have point. Okay lets move.” --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Main Computer Core - MCO - Lieutenant Kenneth ‘SatNav’Smith-2033) Kenneth entered the computer core. “Nunez and Blazing –tune set up a perimeter. I’ll go and find out where they want us.” (reply Nunez, Blazing –tune) Kenneth went over to the officer in charge of the engineering detail. “I’ve got my marines setting up a perimeter. Is there any where else you want us?” (reply Engineer) (reply Nunez, Blazing –tune, engineering team any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Main Computer Core - PFC - Marta 'Nun' Nunez- 2035) They had made pretty good time for humping it through the ship via Jefferies tubes and corridors. When they arrived at the door to the main Computer core, a pair of engineers, part of a larger team were busily working on the door to the compartment. It seemed that it had been sealed. “Nunez and Blazing –tune set up a perimeter. I’ll go and find out where they want us.” (reply Blazing–tune) "Yes, sir!" Marta replied, then headed down the Corridor towards the bow of the ship. When she reached the junction, still within sight of the engineering team and the other marines, she dropped into a ready crouch and took note of her surroundings. "You better hope you don't show up here Ramirez" she muttered to no one in particular. "Or I'll have to show you how a real marine handles problems." (reply Blazing–tune, LT, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (USS Rosenante - Bridge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0900) Ahmed stifled a yawn as he stood up from the command chair and moved to stand behind the helm console manned by Lieutenant Dralar. The last twenty-four hours had been hard on the crew. The Holographic marine had proven to be a tough opponent, but one that they had eventually vanquished, although not without cost. There had been casualties and injuries. The Arbiter was in critical condition in sickbay, while several of the Rosenante's senior crew had sustained injuries, himself included. "Weaver, Raschen, Maddox were among the injured, while three security officers and six marines had been killed by the rogue program." Smith was diligently purging the main computer core of the hologram and storing it in a mobile data base, which had no access to any outside systems. That would be used later to allow the engineers to dissect the program and figure out exactly what had happened to it and why. It might also perhaps indicate who was responsible. Engineering had restored the ship's computer functions within an hour of taking refuge in the Asteroid belt and with those functions restored, Ahmed had wasted no time in resuming their mission. They were slowly losing ground and they still didn't know where the prince was. The main viewscreen was displaying the outer Haldor system. It was a relatively odd system, in that there were only four planets. The two outer planets were incredibly distant from the local blue giant star that dominated the system. They were gas giants that had cooled to the liquid state. Haldor IV was a massive beast, covered by a sea of liquid methane and nitrogen. The atmosphere boiled as the thermal pockets caused by the compression of the liquids near the center of the planet rose through the colder layers of the atmosphere. Haldor III wasn't much better. This gas filled monster wobbled along at an incredible 22.5-degree axial tilt. The thirty-three moons were in constant states of gravitational flux, thrown about by the magnetic and gravitational pull of the monster. There were rings of debris, perhaps caused by the break up of smaller planets or satellites that had finally succumbed to the immense power of the monstrous planet. Haldor I, was a barren class N world, whose surface alternately boiled and froze as it skipped at incredible speed just outside of the photosphere of the local star. Only it's incredible inertia kept it from being consumed by the gravity well of the systems pivot point. These facts were what caused the existence of Haldor II to be so incredibly unlikely. It was a class M world, located sixteen times farther away from the central heliosphere than the mercurial Haldor I and was protected by a empty barrier of space, (picked clean by the massive gravitational pull of Haldor III) which was twice again the distance between Haldor II and Haldor I. It had no satellites, but it was apparent that it did possess tides, as Haldor III was influencing it's shallow seas even across the expanse of empty space. The environment was unique in all the worlds that Ahmed had ever seen. There were no polar caps, the ambient temperature being such that a temperate jungle dominated at the higher latitudes. The majority of the planet was covered with exotic and equatorial jungles. Some of the trees measured hundreds of meters high. The atmosphere was very oxygen rich and turbulent at the equatorial regions. Three major tropical storms raged there making their way across the shallow warm water seas. The planet was tectonically active, a result of the constant strains of gravitational force, and the Rosenante's sensors measured no less than three major tremors since they had arrived in-system. It was a planet in transition, and despite the extremes of heat and weather it was teaming with native life. The biosphere was so diverse that he knew the science teams would be clamoring for any information that they could gather. It was unfortunate that they would have to remain cloaked and thereby limit the sensors to necessary passive tactical uses only. "How long until we reach Haldor II, Mister Dralar?" Ahmed asked. "Three minutes captain, at our current speed." "Any other ships, Mister Sullivan?" the captain asked. (reply Sullivan) "Very good." the captain replied with a smile. "Captain, I am detecting an artificial structure and power source near the northern pole of the planet. It appears to have an environmental shield protecting it." NRPG: an Environmental shield is a low level shield designed to keep the internal conditions at a preset level, this would maintain a constant temperature and weather pattern, and if set high enough would prevent plant growth and native animal species from migrating across the barrier. It could interfere with transporters unless they were attuned to the exact frequencies, and in that regard act very similar to tactical shields. They would not be able to handle weapons fire larger than those produced by small arms. RPG: "Put it on screen" The main viewer changed to show a tiny little structure nestled in amongst some green. "Magnify image 10x" The image changed again, this time the details could be made out with ease. The compound was a villa style arrangement, it was most likely some sort of personal estate for some member of an Orion Syndicate. It did not appear to be fortified. "Are there any other structures on the planet?" A slight pause, then "No sir, that's the only one." "Scan it for life signs. We're looking for a Meldovian." There was a pause again as his orders were being carried out. "I have one Meldovian and Eighteen Orion biosigns captain." Ahmed nodded. "Mister Dralar take us into geosynchronous orbit over the facility. " "Aye captain," the Skorr flight officer replied. "Mister Sullivan you will be leading an away team to recover our Meldovian friend. Take Matrix, Weaver and Caskie and anyone else you need. I'd like the mission underway no later than 1100 hours." (reply Sullivan) "Mister Janeway you have the Conn." (reply Janeway) Ahmed stood and headed for the Turbolift. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0902) T'Larah's team had it's capabilities tested greatly in the last day. With the holomarine running amok about the ship causing multiple system failures and casualties among the crew. Solid officers and marines that would be dearly missed, for their contributions to the whole and for their friend ship, their very presence. T'Larah felt a palpable emotional weight about the bridge, for their loss. The Rosenante had just entered the outer reaches of the Haldor system. A blue giant was at the center, Haldor was a text book example of a B III class star. The Captain spoke with Lt Dralar asking about the ETA, then turned to tactical. "Any other ships, Mister Sullivan?" the captain asked. "No ships are detectable in orbit at this time." she announced after a quick scan. "Very good." the captain replied with a smile. "Captain, I am detecting an artificial structure and power source near the northern pole of the planet. It appears to have an environmental shield protecting it." "Put it on screen" ordered the Captain. The view screen changed from the blue giant that was Haldor to a 'bird's eye view' of the planet in question. A small dot of civilization could be seen to the trained eye. Not much detail could be made out. "Magnify image 10x" ordered the skipper. The image magnified now a comfortable looking villa could be seen and some detail could be made out. The area seemed more residential then military in arrangement. "Are there any other structures on the planet?" asked Salid. A slight pause, then "No sir, that's the only one." "Scan it for life signs. We're looking for a Meldovian." A slight pause and the answer was presented, "I have one Meldovian and Eighteen Orion bio signs captain." Ahmed nodded. "Mister Dralar take us into geosynchronous orbit over the facility. " "Aye captain," the Skorr flight officer replied. "Mister Sullivan you will be leading an away team to recover our Meldovian friend. Take Matrix, Weaver and Caskie and anyone else you need. I'd like the mission underway no later than 1100 hours." "Understood," she said tapping her comm badge, " Lieutenants Matrix and Caskie, Ensign Weaver and a security detail, this is Lieutenant Sullivan meet me in transporter room 1 for an away mission. Be there no later then 1030 hours, take everything you need for a tactical mission, I will fill you in on the rest when you arrive in the transporter room, Sullivan out." (Reply any) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medbay 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0905) "Right away sir, I can be there in about an hour." Dorian said as he looked at Doctor Caskie's aid, for visual confirmation of this estimate. The aid looked a little upset at having his concerns batted aside so easily, but still handed the PADD for Dorian to authenticate the report. He thumbed the bil of health that had just been handed to him. His head did not even throb anymore. ~She might take a while to warm up to, but *damn* she's good at her job.~ His nose was another matter, however. Dermal regeneration on the delicate tissues inside had left him with a painful sting as they were still mending. Breathing was laboured, but not overly so. The scabs on his fingers had been much more successfully healed, and he flexed them in wonder. ~Right, to the armoury, then. I'll be damned if I'm not properly armed next time crunch time comes around. The possibility of defence will at least be open to me.~ They had provided him with a fresh uniform before dismissing him, so that would save him time. A quick trip to his quarters would provide him with his harness, which he'd worn less than two days ago, down on Barakos IV. With a spring in his step, he bounced all the way to the turbolift, to run his errands. With no official word as of yet on his impromptu performance, he felt like a sword of Damocles was hanging over him. His stunt had, maybe, put the ship in danger a lot more than what good he had accomplished.. But they had a war to prevent, and he had to step up until this was done. He entered the carriage as the doors parted with a quiet swoosh. "Deck 5, Junior Officer's Quarters section." And he was off. Before he could draw three breaths, his destination offered itself to him, and only had a few steps to reach his cabin. He grabbed the webbing from his chair's back, and was off again to get himself a weapon. And some breakfast. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Primary Computer core - aCops- Ensign Smith - 0906) Robert looked again at the computer core read out as he sat back and streaked the stiff muscles in his neck. He had been at it all night to purge the main computer of any reminisce of the holo-program from the many systems that it had infected. He looked over at the storage device that had been set up to hold the holo-program so that it could be studied later. Robert looked at the computer as it ran its diagnostic program. He ran his figures through his hair and shook the tiredness from his mind. This situation had a familiar resemblance when during the war a spy had hacked into his PADD and was used it to send tactical information to the enemy. He had been arrested and confined to quarters until the spy who had been the helmsman at the time was caught. Since then he had brought him self up to date with computer hacking and security system. It would not happen again. [Diagnostic program complete] Robert looked at the console and saw that the computer was not clear of the holo-program. “Good time for a cup of tea.” =^=Salid to T'kron and Lieutenant Smith and Chief Sheridan. Gentlemen please meet me in phaser control, as soon as possible=^= ~Or not~ “Smith here, on my way.” As he got up to head for the door he stopped and frowned. He double checked that the message was for him and not his brother. "Yep it for me." ~ Lieutenant. Cool~ He headed for the door not waiting to be late for the captain. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Med Tech Gita Ramapradesh - 0908) Gita had been tending a young Ensign who had a broken nose, a fairly minor concussion and contusions and burns to his hands. Since his injuries weren't serious she had been flitting back and forward through various patients and as luck would have it had just got back to Ensign Weaver's bed when his comm badge chirped. Gita caught the tail end of the conversation and realised that the Ensign was scheduled to be on an away team that morning. Being new to a startship's sickbay Gita had no idea what to do about this. She heard the Ensign answer, someone, who sounded to Gita to be ordering him somewhere else. Gita cringed. "Oh Kali, what do I do now. Should I let him go and anger the CMO or should I insist he stays and anger whoever told him to report to them." "Right away sir, I can be there in about an hour." Dorian said as he looked at Doctor Caskie's aid, for visual confirmation of this estimate. The aid looked a little upset at having his concerns batted aside so easily, but still handed the PADD for Dorian to authenticate the report. He thumbed the bil of health that had just been handed to him. His head did not even throb anymore. Gita gazed over at her patient not really willing to let him out of Sickbay without Dr Caskie's say so, but handing the padd she had to the ensign she thought that if he signed himself out given that he had orders them maybe Dr Caskie would understand. After he had thumbed the padd Gita watched him leave Sickbay, still not at all happy at what she had done. Maybe if she went to stores and worked in there nobody would notice. (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0910) Sullivan joined him in the lift and Ahmed said, "Transporter room 1." "Mister Sullivan, this looks a little too easy, so I want you to exercise extreme diligence. Rescue the Meldovian and get back to the ship as quickly as possible. Minimize your delays and your risk. There's just no telling if this is simply a means to delay us or if there is a real threat here, handle the situation accordingly. If this turns out to be a trap and not the prince, you are to fall back and return to the ship at once." (reply Sullivan) The turbolift slid to a stop and the doors opened, this was Sullivan's stop. Once T'Larah had departed, he resumed the turbo lift, this time heading from main phaser control. He tapped his commbadge, "Salid to T'kron and Ensign Smith and Chief Sheridan. Gentlemen please meet me in phaser control, as soon as possible." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Holodeck 2 – Combat Nurse M’Epak - 0911) M’Epak stood on the sandy floor of a cave with her bat’leth slowly swinging from hand to hand. She had begun with some relaxation exercises to clear her mind before she had begun with a few unarmed combat routines. She needed to do some relaxing. Chief Nurse Fisher had been getting on her case again. Now I have no idea how it's done in the Klingon Fleet but on this ship……. She groaned mentally and rolled her eyes. The bat’leth spun wildly and she had to reach out and grab it. She took a deep breath and started again. Slowly spinning it from hand to hand, faster and faster until it was nothing but the low whirr as the long blade slice through the air in front of her. She moved the bat’leth until it was spinning above her head =^=Caskie to Nurse M'Epak. I have been called on an away mission that I know would suit your particular talents. Please meet me and the rest of the away team in Transporter 1 no later than 1030 am=^= It took M’Epak a second and two to realise that some one was speaking to her. She split her concentration one being on the conversation with Caskie and the other trying not to be decapitated by the spinning bat’leth. “Understood Doctor.” A toothy grin spread across her face. Her particular talents, if Caskie had wanted medical skill she would have picked chief Fuller or some one from her sickbay team but she had chosen her. This meant that it was for her skill as a worrier that Caskie wanted more then her medical training. ~Yes a chance to fight the enemy~ With a cry of joy she hurled the spinning bat’leth across the cave where it embedded its self deep into the wall. “Ow toDSaH.” She swore to her self as she quickly crossed the cavern floor and heaved her bat’leth out of the wall. She really hopped that she had not damaged the hologrid behind it. The last thing she needed was to have to explain to Matrix how she had damaged the holodeck again. She quickly spun on her heals and headed for her quarters, she had packing to do. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante -Turbo Lift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0912) T'Larah entered the lift and the doors closed. "Transporter room 1" Ahmed ordered. "Mister Sullivan, this looks a little too easy, so I want you to exercise extreme diligence. Rescue the Meldovian and get back to the ship as quickly as possible. Minimize your delays and your risk. There's just no telling if this is simply a means to delay us or if there is a real threat here, handle the situation accordingly. If this turns out to be a trap and not the prince, you are to fall back and return to the ship at once." Captain Salid said. "Understood, sir, I will exercise extreme caution, and instruct the entire team to be vigilant." a few moments of silence went by after Sullivan's promise. "Sir, I have some concerns that need to be brought up after the mission, when we are back in Federation Space." (Reply Captain Salid) "No there is nothing wrong, I have a few ideas on where I want my career to go from this point. I was seeking your input, and guidance, I will also require a letter of recommendation from my commanding officer." (Reply Captain Salid, room for more, good RP opportunity) When the Captain and Sullivan finished their short conversation, the lift doors opened on the appropriate deck for transporter room one. "Thank you, sir." she said as she left the lift. (Reply Captain Salid) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0912.2) "Understood, sir, I will exercise extreme caution, and instruct the entire team to be vigilant." a few moments of silence went by after Sullivan's promise. "Sir, I have some concerns that need to be brought up after the mission, when we are back in Federation Space." "Is there something the matter Lieutenant?" Ahmed asked concerned. "No there is nothing wrong, I have a few ideas on where I want my career to go from this point. I was seeking your input, and guidance, I will also require a letter of recommendation from my commanding officer." She replied. "A letter of recommendation? And what would I be recommending you for Mister Sullivan?" (reply Sullivan) (Posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Turbolift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan -0912.3) "A letter of recommendation? And what would I be recommending you for Mister Sullivan?" the Captain inquired. "After the mission I am submitting a request to attend Advanced Tactical Training School." she responded, knowing that he too knew the requirements to attend the course. "The fact that my quarterly review is up as well at the end of the mission, I wanted to schedule a time to sit down and discuss where my career is going. As an officer I trust and that has certain qualities that I want to emulate, I am seeking your guidance in that matter," after T'Larah finished her long winded response, she waited patiently for his. Her face betrayed no emotion, but her left foot tapped nervously. ~How will he take the request?~ she wondered. (Reply Captain Salid) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Turbolift- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0912.4) "After the mission I am submitting a request to attend Advanced Tactical Training School." she responded, "The fact that my quarterly review is up as well at the end of the mission, I wanted to schedule a time to sit down and discuss where my career is going. As an officer I trust and one that has certain qualities that I want to emulate, I am seeking your guidance in that matter." Ahmed nodded. "As much as I hate to lose you long enough to undergo that training; To deny you the opportunity is illogical. Of course, I'll provide you with a letter of recommendation. You're by far one of the best officers In the fleet. We'll discuss this further at your review, Lieutenant." (reply Sullivan iyw) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Turbolift - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0912.5) "As much as I hate to lose you long enough to undergo that training; To deny you the opportunity is illogical. Of course, I'll provide you with a letter of recommendation. You're by far one of the best officers In the fleet. We'll discuss this further at your review, Lieutenant." the Captain said. "Thank you, sir, until then." she finished. Soon the lift arrived at the appropriate floor. T'Larah exited leaving the Captain to his business. (Reply None needed) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid -0915) Ahmed stepped into phaser control. The Compartment was manned by a few junior officers and a couple of enlisted men. They immediately snapped to attention with a cry of "Captain on deck!" "As you were." Ahmed replied then waited for his summoned personnel to arrive. (reply Smith, Sheridan, T'Kron, Sullivan, Janeway) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control - Sr OPS NCOIC - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 0916) Chief Sheridan greeted the CO with"Reporting as ordered Captain" and waited for the CO's reply. (reply: Captain) Phil had arrived a bit before the others who had been summoned by the Captain. He stood in back and leaned against a bulk head. Sheridan had been through one of the mandatory counseling sessions and was feeling some better. He was curious as to what was up. Phil watched the others report in and waited to see what was coming down. (reply: Any) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control- aCops-  Ensign Smith- 0917) Robert entered the phaser control to see the Captain and the personal who manned it. He walked over to the Captain and gave him a nod. “Reporting as requested Captain.” (reply Salid) (reply Salid, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0920) T'Kron was dismantling the last of the ruined holoemitters from their places on the walls and threw the pieces in to be recycled into the replicator system. He heard his commbadge beep. =/\= Salid to T'Kron and Lieutenant Smith and Chief Sheridan. Gentlemen please meet me in phaser control, as soon as possible.=/\= "Aye Sir, right away," said T'Kron. Recalling that the Captain had mentioned to him at the senior officer's meeting about making some modifications to the ship's phasers, T'Kron had not forgotten, but had been heavily occupied with cleaning up debris and effecting repairs throughout the ship after the holographic marine training program had caused so much mayhem. Only a few hours ago he had been crawling through Jeffries tubes with a team to do repairs to power nodes and junctions. Approaching Lt. Matrix, T'Kron said," Sir, I am being summoned by the Captain to phaser control." (Reply Steven Matrix) T'Kron nodded and picking up a tool kit, he left main Engineering. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Phaser Control Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0921) It didn't take all that long to get to the main phaser control from Engineering. T'Kron stepped in and seeing the captain with the other two, along with the normal phaser crew, he nodded politely to them all. "Sir, you wished for some modifications to be made to the phasers?" (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid, Phil Sheridan, Robert Smith, Steven Matrix, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Phaser Control, CO- Capt- Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0922) The first of the three to arrive was Sheridan, who reported in immediately upon his arrival. Maybe he realized that he was still on thin ice over the attack on the Delegate. His normal relaxed demeanor was fairly formal with the Ahmed, where it had only been marginally so before. "Reporting as ordered Captain" he said, coming to a semi-formal stance. Ahmed nodded. "Stand easy Chief, we're waiting for the other two to arrive, then I'll go over the reason that you've been asked here." (reply Sheridan iyw) As Sheridan leaned against a nearby Bulkhead, Ahmed revisited his basic outline for the changes to the ship's phaser systems that he had in mind. Ensign Smith arrived and again Ahmed was greeted with a, "Reporting as requested Captain." It was uncanny that they should both greet him in such a manner, considering his usually moderately informal command demeanor. Or perhaps it wasn't as informal as he'd led himself to believe. "Stand easy ensign, we'll be starting in a few moments." Ahmed replied. He once again glanced down at his PADD, and authorized the last of the materials that he felt the team would need to accomplish his goal. In a strange twist, the two that he had expected to be informal had selected to the opposite, while the one officer that he expected to be rigidly formal was in fact the more relaxed of the three. "Sir, you wished for some modifications to be made to the phasers?" T'Kron inquired as he entered Phaser control. The irony of the situation was not lost on Ahmed in the slightest, so he just decided to go along with it. "Indeed I did mister T'Kron." he replied then gestured to the other two officers. "What I have here is an outline for some modifications I would like made to the Ship's phasers. He handed the PADD to T'Kron, as he was the engineering officer amongst them." "Basically what I'm hoping to see is change in the phaser bank configurations that will allow them to be fired while actively under the HISS system. I've run the numbers, and I realize that as the systems are configured currently that's not possible, without making the HISS ineffective." "I also realize that we won't be able to use the phasers repeatedly, even with modifications without significant chance of causing damage to the power distributions systems on the ship. So what I would like for you to do is work together and come up with a configuration that can be implemented that will allow us to utilize our phasers without subverting the effectiveness of the HISS or blowing out half the power relays in the ship. This is something I want in place for emergencies, not for full time use. So even one or two full strength uses would benefit us." "I've asked you three specifically to work on it because I think you have the abilities to pull it off. Smith and Sheridan can assist in handling the potential problems with the power network and T'Kron can oversee the coil modifications and the overall project coordination." "Now, here's the hard part. You'll have to be able to make your modifications without taking the current phasers off-line for any significant length of time. And we won't be able to test them while we are here in Orion space, unless we are forced to use them." "Mister T'Kron will be in charge of the modifications as it falls under his jurisdiction as ACEO. You can of course confer as needed with Lieutenant matrix, but I'd prefer for him to handle the general operations in Main Engineering while you three work on this project." "Do any of you have any questions?" (reply Ens. Smith, SCPO Sheridan, Ens. T'Kron) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Haldor II- The Villa- Soldier- Jomot Maz- 0955) Jomot was bored. Worse than bored, he was bored and sleepy. For two weeks he'd been here at the villa babysitting some high profile Meldovian Collaborator. Things were not entertaining, despite the pool and the holosuites. The Meldovian even had a fully programmed bar replicator that was filled with recipes. It just wasn't fair. Maz had been with Morella's crew for thirteen years. he started out as a soldier, then risen through the ranks to be one of the bridge officers aboard one of her raiders under Captain Lagmar. He had thought that when he had been assigned to a special mission that his worth was finally being realized. He was now beginning to think he was wrong. Maz let out a long sigh and shifted in his chair and glanced at the scanners to reaffirm that nothing had changed over the last several minutes. He had hoped that he'd be undertaking some dangerous operation that would bring him glory and recognition. Instead, Morella had sent him and seventeen others to Barakos IV to pick up a Meldovian ship captain from the slave market there. Sure, she had placed him in charge, but there wasn't any chance that anything could possibly go wrong. You didn't send a warrior to move a package, you sent a smuggler. They had picked up the captain, whose name he had long ago forgotten, and good to his orders had escorted him here to Haldor II. The place was nice, a villa reserved for some of Morella's captains and important business associates. Currently it acted as a refuge for the traitorous captain and his security detail. Apparently the captain was somewhat important to Morella's plans. Jomot and the others had been told to watch over him, to treat him well and to see to it he got what he wanted within reason. Within reason for the captain was not exactly the way that Jomot would have described it. For Maz, that meant food, comfort, maybe a few drinks. For the Meldovian captain it meant having the security detail act as if they were his personal servants. There had been a couple of arguments at first, but the Captain had proven to be a shrewd arguer. He had insisted that his importance to Morella was such that he would see to it that they were all punished if his desires weren't met. Maz had grimaced and growled but, in actuality, he had no way of knowing exactly how important this particular Meldovian was to Morella, so in the end he was forced to have his men play nursemaid. Just the thought of it put him in a bad mood. He stood up, disgusted that he, the leader of his little band was forced to sit at the console and monitor for the return of the shuttle, while his men were forced to fetch the Meldovian drinks and meals. ~Two weeks!~ he thought to himself, ~not much longer now! When this is all finished, I'll kill the Meldovian worm myself!~ He strode out of the small security room and down the hallway to the luxuriously furnished kitchen. The large windows let in ample light and gave Jomot an excellent view of the patio and the pool. The Meldovian was laying on some sort of reclining chair. One of the security detail was standing near him, holding up a solar shade, to protect the Meldovian from the harshness of the Solar radiation emitted from Haldor's Blue-white star. A second member of the security detail was bringing him some sort of frozen drink, complete with some sort of small solar umbrella and pieces of fruit floating inside it. Another stood nearby, operating a hand-fan, to regulate the Meldovian's body temperature. Nine of the security detail were sleeping in preparation for the night watch, which left five others on patrol and Jomot. Two of the remaining five were close to the patio and pool, and that left only three walking a perimeter patrol along the inside of the atmospheric shield. In truth there should be at least three pairs there and the other three close to the Meldovian, not the other way around. To make matters worse, the Meldovian had insisted that his security people not carry weapons when they were attending him. that meant that the three Orions playing servant were little better than targets if they were to be attacked. Jomot pulled his plasma pistol and pointed it at the unsuspecting Meldovian. ~I could finish it here, now.~ he thought to himself, then he imagined the bright blue-green bolt of plasma cutting through the glass between them and burning a hole through the Captain's skull. "Urghh!" Jomot growled then turned and made his way back to the monitoring room. he still had work to do. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medbay 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0905) "Right away sir, I can be there in about an hour." Dorian said as he looked at Doctor Caskie's aid, for visual confirmation of this estimate. The aid looked a little upset at having his concerns batted aside so easily, but still handed the PADD for Dorian to authenticate the report. He thumbed the bil of health that had just been handed to him. His head did not even throb anymore. ~She might take a while to warm up to, but *damn* she's good at her job.~ His nose was another matter, however. Dermal regeneration on the delicate tissues inside had left him with a painful sting as they were still mending. Breathing was laboured, but not overly so. The scabs on his fingers had been much more successfully healed, and he flexed them in wonder. ~Right, to the armoury, then. I'll be damned if I'm not properly armed next time crunch time comes around. The possibility of defence will at least be open to me.~ They had provided him with a fresh uniform before dismissing him, so that would save him time. A quick trip to his quarters would provide him with his harness, which he'd worn less than two days ago, down on Barakos IV. With a spring in his step, he bounced all the way to the turbolift, to run his errands. With no official word as of yet on his impromptu performance, he felt like a sword of Damocles was hanging over him. His stunt had, maybe, put the ship in danger a lot more than what good he had accomplished.. But they had a war to prevent, and he had to step up until this was done. He entered the carriage as the doors parted with a quiet swoosh. "Deck 5, Junior Officer's Quarters section." And he was off. Before he could draw three breaths, his destination offered itself to him, and only had a few steps to reach his cabin. He grabbed the webbing from his chair's back, and was off again to get himself a weapon. And some breakfast. (USS Rosenante - Deck 10 Transporter Room 1 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1000) With his brand new phaser on his hip, Dorian felt a little ill at ease.. The marine manning the armoury had not been willing to hand him over a rifle, especially since his training with the bulky but powerful weapon would probably turn him into a liability for his team. ~Life is an opportunity for growth. Even if it comes to encompass death.~ The ablative vest felt like cold comfort, however, and limited his freedom of movement a great deal more than he'd like. ~I'd hate to wear a full BDU, then.~ He got off the turbolift and entered, again, the Transporter Room. (Reply Sullivan, Caskie, Matrix, security detail) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- VIP Quarters- Aide Shekan Nozar-1010) The door to Bettan's quarters slid open effortlessly. it wasn't nearly as difficult to gain access to restricted areas, once his secondary programs had run in the background while the Holographic marine had run amok across the ship. He had long considered the federation a little too trusting when it came to their treatment of diplomats on their ship. in fact, it had almost been so easy to circumvent their systems that he had almost thought he was being set up. But he knew better now. He knew that if they had known who he was , they would have grabbed him immediately after the attacks by the holographic marine. The very fact that he was not inside a brig cell at this very moment meant that he was more than safe. Bettan was attending to the needs of Admiral Krokas. with him gone, his quarters became an excellent chance to do some more work towards his goal. He crossed over to the terminal, and slid the data relay device into the interface jack. This device was used by Starfleet Intelligence to hack Starfleet computers when they were on deep cover operations. His Orion Contacts had provided him with it to assist him in the completion of his mission. He had used it to gain access to and reprogram the Holomarine, as well as access the Rosenante's communications subroutines. He was certain that they had detected the signal, although he wasn't certain if they had deciphered it. Still it was only a matter of time before they realized it was a Federation Irregular Forces Encryption. That would complicate things for their Security chief to no end, as well as the fact that the Holomarine had purposely been programmed not to harm him. Once it was discovered that Raschen had been in contact with Rhone, and fundamentally blackmailed, it wouldn't be very hard to imagine the ex-privateer, being brought up on charges, especially once Shekar transferred the monies through Old F.I.F. Channels from the Orion Syndicate of Doyle O'Banyan to those of one Ensign Chance Raschen, former provocateur. Morella should then be off the hook, and Raschen, O'Banyan and Rhone (both of them) would take the fall for everything. Shekar gained access to the files that he needed with ease, and set the data packet detailing the money transfer into Raschen's personal file. It was hidden, but no so much so that it would be obvious. The Orion controllers had been very specific in their instructions and the training that Shekar had been given had been thorough. Next he purposely restored a portion of the internal sensor and audio recording of the conversation between Rhone and Raschen. Granted, the security Chief had deleted the obvious copy of the recorded conversation, but Shekar had set up a program to record the data anyway, while appearing to be a replicator file. That file was now opened and a snippet of the recording purposely damaged and then placed where it could be found. Soon everything would come together. They would eventually locate the Prince, although too late to stop the war, and Shekar would play the key role in that endeavor. The only part he disliked was that he had to work with the Arturian, Joldo. Once the war was resumed, Joldo and Shekar would find themselves in a unique position to broker the newest Orion weapons to their respective factions. Of course, Shekar had intentions of killing Joldo once his role in the operation was complete, then Only the Meldovians would acquire the weapons needed to finally finish this war, not as equals, but with Meldovians in their proper superior place. ~If I didn't need him to kill Ambassador Morlors, while I handle Krakos, I'd have killed him already.~ he thought. But it would be too difficult to believe that Morlors and Krakos were together responsible for the Prince's kidnapping and the failure of the peace initiative if only one side had to discover the proof. It was better that the accusation came from his own camp and that both the senior diplomats were executed while in collusion of their plotting, while they had been confronted with the proof by their own people. A strange show of unity, that in the end would forge nothing, but more conflict. Not that it would matter much. in the end, they would both be heroes for executing the highest ranking officers that the enemy possessed and for uncovering the treachery that the other side had propagated. There would be rank, title and fame. And in the end, the end of the war with Meldovian victory. Finished with his work, he slipped out of the quarters to prepare the next stage of the ruse. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter room 1 - Combat Nurse M’Epak - 10.28) E’Mpak entered the transporter room finding that there was a group of people their. ~Must be the away team~ She shifted the wait of her small light weight back pack which contained all her medical kit. She wore a dark blue combat uniform which had reinforced padding. Although not as tough as her Klingon uniform it would protect her from bumps and burses in the field. She also had secured on her person, her mek’leth and d’k tahg along with other weapons so that she could get them if she needed them. She was also ready for anything that this mission might send her way. She turned as the doors opened and she saw Caskie walk in. "Sorry folks. Cat trouble." A smile flickered across E’Mpak face as she moved over so that she was standing behind Caskie and waited to find out what the away mission was all about. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 7 Stardate: 2408.02.23 (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0907) It had been a long night for Josh. She had spent most of it stablising the Vulcan Arbiter, which had not been easy and had spend most of the rest of it either checking the other patients in Sickbay or setting up a schedule for the post mortems that unfortunately needed to be done on the crew members that the rogue Ramierez had murdered. Unfortunately, at this time in the morning Josh knew that she could not do them herself. All she wanted now was a shower, a meal and her bed, and to be honest she wasn't particularly fussy what order she did them in. Just as she was finalising the schedule her comm badge bleeped. =/\= Lieutenants Matrix and Caskie, Ensign Weaver and a security detail, this is Lieutenant Sullivan meet me in transporter room 1 for an away mission. Be there no later then 1030 hours, take everything you need for a tactical mission, I will fill you in on the rest when you arrive in the transporter room, Sullivan out. =/\= ~Oh wonderful. Just what I need first thing in the morning.~ Josh though about it for a minute or two and knowing that the only away mission possible at present was the rescue of the Prince, sighed a couple of times and then stood up from her desk and began a series of stretching exercises. Those finished she crossed to the replicator and requested a cup of Bajoran Root Tea. Not the nicest tasting thing she could think of, but at least it would wake her up totally. Gazing down at herself she realised that she was still wearing her dress from the previous evening. ~Wonderful, now I need to change too.~ Before that though Josh needed to get her kit ready and crossing to stores she began to pack everything she thought she would need. Once that was done she began thinking about who she would take with her and who she could leave in charge. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she grinned. ~Oh yes, perfect.~ Tapping her comm badge Josh smiled widely. "Caskie to Nurse M'Epak. I have been called on an away mission that I know would suit your particular talents. Please meet me and the rest of the away team in Transporter 1 no later than 1030 am." (Reply M'Epak iyw) That done and her medkit packed Josh picked it up and headed back to her quarters to change back into her uniform. (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 10.29) Showering, changing and feeding the huge ball of stubbornness that called himself a cat took Josh longer than she had anticipated and she ended up having to run down the corridors to get to Transporter Room 1 on time. Scooting through the doors she apologised to everyone there. "Sorry folks. Cat trouble." (Reply Any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1030) T'Larah had spent the time since leaving the turbolift securing special equipment, and pouring over the sensor reading of the planet below. She had come to the conclusion of how she was going to do it. She had put out in an impromptu warning order what each member should bring to the transporter room. Each member of the security detail and herself would be armed with phaser rifles, stun grenades, and wear phototrophic uniforms with ablative body armor. She left it up to the rest of the team if they would wear the armor or not, though she did not plan on putting anyone else in harm's way, all other members would wear phototrophs as well, aiding in approaching with stealth. Medical teams would bring combat medical kits. T'Larah had gotten a message from Dr Caskie stating that M'Epek would be coming along as well, it was left to her discretion what additional non-medical implements she would bring along. She instructed Lieutenant Matrix and Ensign Weaver to each bring one set of transporter pattern enhancers and tricorders specifically for their field of expertise. When the final away team member entered the good Doctor, stating "Sorry folks. Cat trouble." "Completely understandable." T'Larah said and started. "Good morning. I know you are all wondering why exactly you are here." she said to the collected crew. "Sensors have detected a lone Meldovian life sign on the planet below. We've been given the distinct pleasure of rescuing that individual in hopes that it is the Prince we are seeking. My goal is to do this with out one single casualty." she said. "Sir, what if it's a trap?" asked one of the security detail. "We have to assume and prepare for that eventuality. Our orders are that if this is a trap and we are in danger above our heads, we are to leave. From the sensor readings I don't believe they are expecting a highly trained Star Fleet away team this deep into Orion space." she answered. Sullivan pulled out a holographic display, placed it on a tripod and activated it. The display showed a split level villa style dwelling large enough to house 30 or so sentient comfortably, or 10 or so in opulent luxury. Encasing the entire complex was a semi-transparent blue dome, and a mesh-like red dome inside that. "This is the objective, this complex houses 18 Orions and one Meldovian. The structure is protected by an environmental shield and a transporter inhibitor. There are three on roving patrol near the edge of the environmental shield. Those are the priority to neutralize." As she said that three red dots were added to the hologram moving counter clockwise around the perimeter. "There are two performing near guard to the structure." The addition of two more red dots walking the outside of the house, clock wise. "At this time there are three performing what seems personal care to the Meldovian. Scans revealed no energy weapons signatures on their persons." Four additional dots were added one green circled by three yellow. The green signifying the Meldovian and the yellow dots for the three Orions serving the supposed Prince. Nine blue dots appeared inside the villa, none moving, all in pairs in the living quarters. "These are Orion guards or staff supposedly not on shift, as their vital signs indicate slumber." she said. "This leaves one Orion," another single dot appeared in a small room inside the structure, this time white in color. "The room appears to be heavily outfitted with electronics and computers, either a control room or a communications room, this is probably the leader of the compound. I will out line what needs to be done in what order, then we will discuss on who and how it will be done. Any questions thus far?" (Reply any room for more) When the question(s) were answered she continued, " We will beam in approximately two kilometers outside the perimeter, that should ensure that we can beam in safely and avoid the structure's sensor suite picking up the Rosenante or our transporter activity. We tactically approach from the north east, we approach at an interval between the guard patrols and take down all three perimeter guards." (Reply any room for more) "Our next objective is to neutralize the next guard shift, and use stun grenades to ensure that they stay asleep through out the mission. I don't want half their force coming up to complicate things. While one team continues into the structure and takes the command room, the other takes out the two near guards as they in turn round the building, so as not to alert any inside or with the Meldovian. Our final push will be for the Meldovian and his retinue. At some point we need to take out the environmental shield or the transport inhibitor. Any ideas? Input?" she asked of the combined away team. The security detail remained silent already knowing their purpose in this mission." (Reply any room for more) (posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante –Sick Bay- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1300) As he started to come too, Raschen remembered being shot in the shoulder by that damned Holo-Marine, Ramirez. Running down the passageway and saving a young crewman from being attacked by Ramirez as well. Raschen even remembered giving orders to secure everyone listed on the ship’s passenger list and discussing orders with one of his superiors when…there was a sharp pain that went from his back to his front. He remembered seeing his own blood spray out in front of himself, the unceremonious fall to the deck. The last thing Chance remembered happening before passing out was what the Holo-Marine had said after rolling him over, “Isa sorry I shoots ya capt’n.” Painfully bright lights that shown through his closed eyelids; the excessively loud voices all talking about the number of scars he had and the debates of what could have caused what scar; even the light, tickling sensation of someone running their fingers through the hairs of his torso as they followed the scar lines. All these sensations helped let him know that he wasn’t dead….yet. Reaching up suddenly and grabbing hold of the soft hand that was touching him “Stop it; that tickles” Chance said as he started to keep himself from chuckling and coughing at the same time. He opened his eyes, and before his vision cleared, Raschen asked “Where am I and how did I get here?” (Reply any) Snickering to him self "After last night, I think I know what to send my old competitors for Christmas" Chance quiped. (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Ambassador Diara Rhone – 1417) "I agree whole heartedly," said O'Banyan. "Perhaps we both can get some real payback; you for your abduction and both of us for Morella. If we are to accomplish this, we will need to work together. How are we to coordinate our efforts to do this with this inbound Federation ship?" Diara frowned for a moment as she considered where things could go. "Well, I say that when they arrive, that you invite them in and show them hospitality. I can speak to their Captain and smooth things over. I think as long as we agree to help them with their mission and don't give them too much of a reason to be militaristic, we have a good chance of getting them to help with Morella." She paused. "But we need information… tell me about this other kidnapping. Who was it and when did it happen? Also do you think that this other kidnapping is why the Federation ship is here? Or might there be another reason?" she asked. (reply O'Banyan) "Oh and is there any reason besides the obvious that the federation might have to come and arrest you personally? Any assassinations of high-level diplomats, or kidnappings of prominent citizens, mass murder or any acts of high treason? I can only help us if there is complete disclosure so you'll have to be honest with me." (reply O'Banyan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------