Boudicca Compile 21 (Scions) Compiler: The Compile Wombat Notes: - Several people are waiting for replies to posts, etc. Please post to free up the storyline. - Excellent posts so far, very few problems with timestamps, etc. Amazing job. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: Scions, Day 3 Stardate: 2407.01.17 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ List of Headers: (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - TAC/SC Lt. Cmdr. Stolev - Day 3 - 1850) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Commander Trevan West- 1856) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Lt(jg) Isengard - 1859) (Planet Velorum IV - Enroute - Commander Trevan West- 1900) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - Archon and 3O/StratOps - Archon and Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1903) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp , MCO, Lt. Colonel Eva Straton, 1913) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - 3O/StratOps - Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1915) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp , MCO, Lt. Colonel Eva Straton, 1916) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Capt Sevant - 1918) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - 3O/StratOps - Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1927) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, COUNS, Lt. (JG) Brian Rogers, 1929) (Planet Velorum IV-Base Camp-CMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-19:32) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1933) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, ATAC/ASC Ensign SG Samantha Chandler - 1933) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp, Medical Centre, ACEO Lieutenant JG Matthew McLaren, 1934) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1935) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Centre, ACEO LTJG Matthew McLaren, 1936) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Centre, COUNS, Lt. {JG} Brian Rogers, 1937) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1940) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, COUNS, Lt. (JG) Brian Rogers, 1942) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1947) (Planet Velorum IV - Area Around Crash Site -  Research Scientist - Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1951) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Start of Compile ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: Scions, Day 3 Stardate: 2407.01.17 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - TAC/SC Lt. Cmdr. Stolev - Day 3 - 1850) =^= Sevant to Commander West and Commander Stolev, get a party together, we have lost crewmen to find. And warn the line, we're coming in on an over-sized anti-grav cart, don't fire at us. =^= Stolev looked over at West, who had obviously received the call as well. Stolev tapped his badge.  "Stolev to personnel on permiter guard duty.  Be alert for an approaching over-sized anti-grav cart.  Do not fire on it, the Captain is aboard.  Repeat, do not fire on it.  However, be prepared to lend assistance once it lands.  Stolev out."  Stolev then turned to look for the security team he had put together at West's request to see to the new arrivals.  He inclined his head towards Casely and the pilot of the runabout, and the team joined him as he walked over to the new arrivals.  "If you gentlemen would come with me, please, Commander West would like to speak with you." (reply Casely, Isengard iyw) Stolev and the rest were just approaching West's position when he heard a low rumble in the distance.  It was growing louder quickly.  Stolev looked over to see a large craft emerge from the forest, with the Captain, Colonel Straton, and some other people who Stolev didn't recognize but assumed must be other natives of the planet.  He frowned as it appeared that not all of the people who left with the Captain were with him now.   The craft came to a halt within the camp and Sevant hopped out, along with Straton and an older woman dressed in white robes.  "Commander, Report," Sevant said. "Sir, the camp is now secure and we have detained Lt. Commander Paul Casely and this man," West gestured with his hand, "whom I have no identification for yet. We were just about to interview them when you arrived.  We are currently at yellow alert and all security teams have gone to a level two security alert. All other non essentials have been relocated to a more secure location. Engineers are working on contacting the Boudicca with the sub-space transceivers but no such luck as of yet sir."  West paused. "It looks like you had an interesting time sir. May I ask what happened?" "We met some of the natives, several crewmembers were killed or abducted."  He turned to look at the unknown individual, and frowned for a second.  "You would be the pilot of the runabout," he said. The man nodded once, "Lieutenant Isengard, Captain. I have fleet dispatches for you..." the lieutenant gestured to the runabout with his chin, "in secure lockup, hands only." "Very well. Mr. West, see to these dispatches with Mr. Isengard. If he's telling the truth and they're there, I think we can believe these people." Stolev watched West and Isengard leave for the runabout, along with a security guard that Drizzt had flagged down.  Sevant then crossed his arms and looked at Casely, "I know your face from files Commander," he said after a few moments. "Records and logs back up your claims. So I am going to assume, for the moment, that you are indeed telling the truth and act accordingly, logic dictates that we could use all the help we can get." He paused a moment, "How many of the runabouts passengers are hale enough to return to emergency duty?"   "Honestly Sir, the only person I saw up and about when I left the site, was Doctor Engtamn-Jensi. Obviously the status might have changed by now, but we'd have to ask your CMO," he replied after a moment of thought. "Ummm... Sir... speaking of Doctor Engtamn-Jensi... there is probably something you should know..."   Sevant paused and quirked an eyebrow, "Yes?" "Sir, in all honesty, it is something I really can only impart to you. Engtamn-Jensi is involved in certain... classified... experiments. I know there is no reason for you to trust me enough to talk to me without your armed guard, but this is important."   Sevant shook his head, "Save it for now then." he said. He crossed his arms behind him, then turned to Stolev briefly, "Back to work Commander, I want a tactical team together in ten minutes." he paused briefly, "And kindly tell the Archon I'll see her in the next few minutes." "Aye, sir.  I take it that's the, uh, Archon?" asked Stolev, indicating the woman in the robes. (reply Sevant) Stolev nodded and tapped his badge as he approached the Archon, who was standing serenly next to the hovercraft.  "Cooper, Murtagh, I need a tactical team assembled right away.  Equipped for search-and-rescue.  You know the drill.  Grab Westington and Kumar if you can find them.  You have eight minutes, then report to me.  Stolev out." That done, Stolev looked up at the Archon.  "Captain Sevant has asked me to inform you that he will speak with you shortly." (reply Archon) After a couple of minutes of watching Sevant consult with Casely and a few other crew, the Archon seemed to grow tired of waiting and stepped forward. "Brother," she said. "Your reception leaves much to be desired."   The Captain came to a halt and took a breath, "My apologies, Archon, I am seeing about freeing my people." He looked the archon up and down again. "May I present Mr Casely."   Casely cast a glance of question to Sevant and then he bowed slightly, "Greetings Archon. I am at your service."   The Archon gave a very small bow in return to Casely's, then turned back to the Captain. "You will not be able to retrieve your fellow wizards without talismans and support." she said simply.   Sevant folded his arms behind him and considered the situation for a few moments. "Commander," he finally said. "Keep the Archon company for a few minutes while I finish off some loose ends and gather the necessary people." He gave his own sketchy bow to the Archon, "I require just a few more minutes indulgence Archon, I need all my people together for this, and I still have to inquire over the health of many of my injured."   The woman put her hands together like she was praying and gave a much deeper bow then she had before. "Of course, people are paramount. Come, Mister, and I shall have you meet my fellow brothers in arms."   Sevant nodded and took a step off.  Stolev moved away with him, keeping an eye on both the Archon and Casely.  "Sevant to Doctor Mor'rel, what is the status of your patients?"   =^=Currently Captain, Ensign Chandler is up and quite mobile. Lieutenant Klars should be ready for active duty as soon as he awakes, the same can be said for Doctor Mackenzie and Lieutenant McLaren. Lieutenant Rogers has been somewhat of a difficulty. He is convinced we are a group of Doenitz's people and that he has been captured. He has been sedated twice. Once by myself and once by Ensign Chandler who has been aiding me. I am extremely concerned about Petty Officer Miller. If I cannot operate on him properly within the next few hours, it is possible he will never walk again. I have been able to slow the damage to his spinal chord, but my 'band-aid' techniques will not last without proper surgery.=^= came Mor'rel's direct and terse reply.   =^=One other thing Captain. Lieutenant Engtamn-Jensi... apparently he is a research scientist... has a Starfleet issue container that he is unwilling to surrender to anyone. So far it has remained closed and there appears to be no weaponry in it, he is also a Grazerite, so we have left him alone. However, his behaviour is most strange.=^=   Sevant considered that for a few moments. "If security has no problem with that sealed container, leave him and it be. Clear all those fit for active duty as quickly as you can, Doctor. Sevant out."   Stolev looked at Sevant.  "I would like to at least verify that the container isn't hazardous, sir.  It probably also should remained sealed and under some sort of guard until we either know what's in it or get back to the ship." (reply Sevant) Stolev nodded, and began to move towards the medical tent.  He looked up and saw Murtagh approaching him, with Kumar, Westington, and Cooper behind him. "Ah, good, now that's a tactical team if I ever saw one.  I think we might need one more, though, and I believe one of the new arrivals is a tactical officer." Before Stolev could finish his thought, his badge chirped.  =^= Captain Sevant to Commander West and Lt Commander Stolev, there will be a strategy meeting in five minutes with the Archon, be there if practical, your other duties take precedence for the moment. Sevant out. =^= Stolev looked back to his tactical team.  "Murtagh, find out if the tactical officer is fit for duty,  come and get me once she is and we have a full team. I'll be with the captain."  He then turned and headed back towards the Captain, who was standing with the Archon, Casely, and Straton. Sevant cut his translator and looked at Casely. "Thoughts?" "The first thing that comes to mind Sir is... what a mess. They seem to be locked in some sort of epic battle. They believe that the sky really is the limit, that gods live beyond the clouds. In addition, these Scions seem to be their mortal enemies and are apparently stealing power. In essence, we've landed right in the middle of a war.  Their hierarchy is fairly clear. They see you as being the equivalent of an Archon with your command staff as your council of  Sorcerers. If we want their continued aid, it is best to play along with this belief. We are, to them, impossible and must be explained away somehow, even if it flies in the face of reason," replied Casely. "That much I had gathered, we're wizards," replied Sevant as he crossed his arms behind his back. "Colonel, thoughts?" Straton looked at Casely, then the Archon, before replying.  "Obviously, as this worlds natural evolution has already been compromised, the Prime Directive no longer applies.  Therefore, I suggest we do whatever is needed to recover our people, reestablish contact with the ship and leave these people to their own devices.  We can not afford to get overly involved in their conflict.  We have one of our own to deal with," Straton said, ignoring the Archon and speaking directly to Sevant and Casely.  She looked up at the darkening sky.  "If these Black Robes know anything of tactics, we can bet they will test our defenses before dawn.  I say we not wait that long.  Give me a target and I can field 3 squads of marines in full BDU.  Hit the enemy before they are ready.  The longer we wait, the harder it will be to recover our missing crew."  She then looked at Casely.  "Commander, if you have anyone experienced in either Xenotechnology and or Xenobiology, Major Drizzt could use their assistance. He is going over the tactical scan of our recent engagement. We also brought back some of the enemies 'toys' that could use a good analyses to give us some kind of idea of what we are up against." "My prior comment had nothing to do with the prime directive," replied Casely. "I believe that the religious convictions of these people will violently oppose the idea that we have come from anywhere but this planet.  This could lead to their refusal to aid us due to finding us heretical. I'm merely suggesting that we should continue fostering their belief that we come from the planet as long as possible. We need their help at the moment, and it is therefore in our best interest to keep them on-side."   Stolev nodded in agreement.  "I have a tactical team ready, and we've got plenty of marines, but we don't know the planet, the terrain, or anything about what's going on here.  I think we should do whatever we need to do for them to help us get our people back.  If that means letting them believe we are wizards, elves, smurfs, or whatever, fine.  Let them think it if it means they'll help us." (posted by Aaron Scifres) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Commander Trevan West- 1856) "Very well. Mr. West, see to these dispatches with Mr. Isengard. If he's telling the truth and they're there, I think we can believe these people." West turned and snapped a quick "Aye sir." and left with the lieutenant. Isengard quirked an eyebrow slightly and he wasn't sure why but it made Trevan smile. In the middle of all this he was smiling. Something must be wrong he thought to himself.   "Commander," Walker said once they were out of ear-shot, "I hope you have command level passwords at your age, you don't look old enough to shave...sir."     This struck a nerve with Trevan, "Lieutenant," he said firmly, "I am thirty-six years old and have more experience then you realize."   (reply Isengard)   "Your orders were to escort me to the runabout? Then I suggest we do that and keep the talking down to a minimum, I don't need the entire planet knowing we are here."   (Posted by Kerry Fletcher)    (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Lt(jg) Isengard - 1859)   "Commander," Walker said once they were out of ear-shot, "I hope you have command level passwords at your age, you don't look old enough to shave...sir." The FO replied with just a bit of heat to his voice. "Lieutenant," he said firmly, "I am thirty-six years old and have more experience then you realize."   "I doubt it." Isengard said flatly.   "Your orders were to escort me to the runabout? Then I suggest we do that and keep the talking down to a minimum, I don't need the entire planet knowing we are here." Isengard openly snorted as he gestured to the runabout and the bellows of smoke still rising from the burning trees from the crash. "Sir, I could dress in bells and recite the entire works of Shakespeare at the top of my lungs and not make our situation any different then it is now, that will bring more people down on us then I ever could." (posted by Trout) (Planet Velorum IV - Enroute - Commander Trevan West- 1900)   "Commander," Walker said once they were out of ear-shot, "I hope you have command level passwords at your age, you don't look old enough to shave...sir." The FO replied with just a bit of heat to his voice. "Lieutenant," he said firmly, "I am thirty-six years old and have more experience then you realize."   "I doubt it." Isengard said flatly.   "Your orders were to escort me to the runabout? Then I suggest we do that and keep the talking down to a minimum, I don't need the entire planet knowing we are here." Isengard openly snorted as he gestured to the runabout and the bellows of smoke still rising from the burning trees from the crash. "Sir, I could dress in bells and recite the entire works of Shakespeare at the top of my lungs and not make our situation any different then it is now, that will bring more people down on us then I ever could.     Trevan gave a slight huffing noise, "That may be, but I still want the talking kept to a minimum." Trevan thought perhaps the Lt was being insubordinate, but then brushed it off just a quickly realizing this poor fellow had been in a very serious crash and even he, Trevan that is, would be in a bit of a snit himself if he were in his shoes.     The pillar of smoke was thinning out slightly, a hopeful sign the fires were dying out, however Trevan still felt un-easy with this current assignment. Here they were, two people, against however many out there in the woods. He shivered at the thought of hundreds of people watching him without his noticing. "If I'm not careful, I may just start talking to myself." he said aloud.     Isengard looked over to him, "Sorry, just mumbling to myself. So, Lt. It appears we have some time to pass, if you can keep the voice down, I would be very interested in hearing what has happened to you, your craft and you personally. Please,"     (Posted by Kerry) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - Archon and 3O/StratOps - Archon and Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1903)   The woman put her hands together like she was praying and gave a much deeper bow then she had before. "Of course, people are paramount. Come, Mister, and I shall have you meet my fellow brothers in arms."   It was clear as to what was happening. This was one of the inhabitants of the planet. She obviously spoke for a larger group and held considerable sway. Captain Sevant was evidentally working with this group to get back some of his own crew. With this information surmised, it was now easy to move to a more diplomatic tact. Paul looked at the woman and smiled broadly. "I should explain Archon, Mister is not my name, it is a title of politeness used in conjunction with our family name. Casely is the name of my parents, of my clan. Paul is the name my family has given me as a common name, one to distinguish me from others of my clan. I would be pleased if you would do me the honour of addressing me by my common name." The woman, elderly with a face that appeared chiseled from stone, smiled briefly. "You may refer to me as Archon, my name hasn't been used on a first-person basis since I took the oaths." "As you wish Archon, I understand, although I must admit I am curious about your culture. I actually am curious about a great many things. Somehow, the craft I was on with my crew was forced onto this planet, I do not understand how. It has resulted in the deaths of at least of two of my people, with many more injured. Do you have any idea something like this could happen?" asked Paul politely. The Archon stopped and turned to face Casely with her mouth open, "Crashed... on the planet? You are not from across the sea as my villager reported?" Her eyes narrowed, "Who are you, Clan Casely." ~Dammit.~ "Archon, surely you noticed that we do not look as you, do not dress as you, and even do not all look alike, but rather have serious differences in appearance and behaviour. I cannot believe that one such as you did not notice and make note of these things," replied Paul. "You mean, these are not..." she reached out by impulse and squeezed the mans cheek. "These are not light weavings?" she sounded incredulous. Her eyes narrowed further in obvious anger, then went wide again. "Are you... are you the creators?" "Light weavings? I'm sorry Archon, I do not understand what that means. We are not the creators, if by that you mean those who created you or anything on your planet. We are explorers, travellers. Curiosity drives us to learn about others, and to help them when we can, as long as we do not interfere with their societies. We had no intention in being on your planet, at least my group did not. I have my doubt that Captain Sevant's group had any plans of meeting with your culture or disturbing you at all. Unfortunately, something has gone wrong in both our cases," answered Paul carefully. The woman pulled back her hand and touched some of the devices on her robes. "This is not possible," she said flatly. "We are taught in the Higher Sphere's that the creators came from the stars, bringing us magic and power sufficent to command the destinies of our people, and to the stars did they return. No others live among the lights." Paul nodded gently. ~This may require some damage repair.~  "I can tell you only what I saw. I saw the land mass below of my planet, then I saw the void of the sea, then I saw a green light that attacked the craft we rode in, then I landed, rather abruptly, on this planet." Paul did not lie, but hoped that the Archon would be able to rationalize this version of the truth as each landmass was considered a planet in Paul's mind. If it worked, it would at least ease the Archon's own difficulties with the situation. If it did not, he'd have to continue to deal with the outcome. Taking the woman to the Boudicca to show her the truth, was not an option at this point. The woman stared hard at him for a long period of time. "You are to old to believe such fanciful tales, but you speak like an acolyte trying to impress some village tart with stories of great power and places far beyond reach. If this is common occurrence among your sect, I am very glad we have never run into eachother before. I should recommend to your Archon..." she paused, "Captain he's called? Yes... that you be whipped as an acolyte for your over-rich imagination." She turned again, "Tell me more about yourselves, and please stick to facts. Blasphemy I accept from no man's mouth more then once." "Archon, I hardly regard you so. What do you call these places? Is there another name? I do apologize for offending you, I meant no breech of etiquette or protocol, I do promise you. I will accept your punishment if it will heal the difficulties between us," replied Paul earnestly. As was true of any Starfleet Officer, Paul was willing to die if need be to protect the Prime Directive. ~Damn Sevant anyway for not telling me what I was getting into before meeting this person.~ "We are a sect that does not generally meet with others here, from other sects. We have created a hierarchy, much like all do. Sevant is the leader, as he is the person at the highest level of the hierarchy here. West is the second highest rank. I share the third highest rank with at least one other who I have met here. From there, we filter down into many different ranks and purposes. We are specialized and each help the collective whole in ways that are most useful to the group," stated Paul responding to question about the group. His obedient manner immediately made the Archon thaw again; she was used to getting her way, as had been the way of the world since ages long since lost. And the information was useful, their hierarchy was odd, with only three in command rather then a 5 Sorcerer council and a Head Archon of sorts. Still, many of their ways were odd. "You have traveled into Ket-ta-thane, the beard of the world." She frowned slightly, "And the sight of the most Scion blasphemy anywhere, they have many strong holds here that we have yet to break, though we will!" her lips compressed as they came up to her two acolytes. "Paul, Clan Casely. I introduce you to my two Acolytes of the blood. You may address them as acolyte, though they have not yet taken the oaths which bind their names. If they choose to tell you their personal names, that is their choice." One of them, the female, bowed. "I am called Hanna, Milord." The male did nothing more then bow in like manner, no words were spoken. Paul looked to the Archon and bowed again politely. "It is an honour you visit upon me to allow me to meet your Acolytes. I am pleased to meet you Hanna," stated Paul with a nod of his head. After again facing the mail acoloyte Paul again inclined his head slightly and stated, "Acolyte, I am pleased to meet you as well." Both acolytes bowed again in unison, and then the female turned to the Archon. "Archon, we have scryed two of the Black within close proximity, running under heavy spells. They are avoiding all contact with the line of warrior-mages." The woman nodded, "Paul clan Casely, I think it would be a good idea to tell your Leader you are under surveillance, if he does not know already." She crossed her arms into her robes and turned to look for the Captain. He wasn't far away, and he was on his way back. "Or perhaps, we can talk to him directly. I think it's beyond time we had a meeting of minds." Paul nodded to her, "I understand Archon. But who would be watching us and why? What advantage could there be?" She looked at him strangely for a moment. "The Scions of the New Order, those pledged to bring down the Order and bring chaos to the people. And... do you not wish information on your enemies? Why else would they spy on you, take your people, if not to learn more about you?" "Your words are, of course, wise and shame me by reminding me of how my wisdom pales in comparison of yours. However, forgive my foolish questions, to what end would they take our people?" asked Paul. "To kill them and steal their magic, I would imagine." The Archon said darkly. "That is how they have remained in power so long; they have stolen our incantations and secrets." The man, the Captain, came within earshot a moment later and was already speaking, "Captain Sevant to Commander West and Lt Commander Stolev, there will be a strategy meeting in five minutes with the Archon, be there if practical, your other duties take precedence for the moment. Sevant out." He came to a halt and gave a small nod of his head. "I trust Mr Casely has been keeping you properly entertained, Archon?" "He needs to be whipped for his active imagination, Captain. Otherwise, he has been properly informative." The old lady said in return. Sevant quirked an eyebrow, "Indeed, I will see to it. But in the mean time I require his council. I have others coming, shall we wait?" She nodded stiffly and clapped her hands. One of the acolytes behind her muttered something, causing several of her small devices to glow. A small stool formed behind her, which she apparently took for granted and sat on. Sevant cut his translator and looked at Casely, "Thoughts?" "The first thing that comes to mind Sir is... what a mess. They seem to be locked in some sort of epic battle. They believe that the sky really is the limit, that gods live beyond the clouds. In addition, these Scions seem to be their mortal enemies and are apparently stealing power. In essence, we've landed right in the middle of a war.  Their hierarchy is fairly clear. They see you as being the equivalent of an Archon with your command staff as your council of  Sorcerers. If we want their continued aid, it is best to play along with this belief. We are, to them, impossible and must be explained away somehow, even if it flies in the face of reason," replied Paul thoughtfully. "That much I had gathered, we're wizards." He crossed his arms behind his back, "Colonel, thoughts?" (posted by Jeff & Trout) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp , MCO, Lt. Colonel Eva Straton, 1913) "That much I had gathered, we're wizards." Sevant crossed his arms behind his back, "Colonel, thoughts?" Eva looked at Casely then the woman calling herself Archon before replying.  "Obviously, as this worlds natural evolution has already been compromised, the Prime Directive no longer applies.  Therefore, I suggest we do whatever is needed to recover our people, reestablish contact with the ship and leave these people to their own devices.  We can not afford to get overly involved in their conflict.  We have one of our own to deal with," Eva said, ignoring the Archon and speaking directly to Sevant and Casely.  She looked up at the darkening sky.  "If these Black Robes know anything of tactics, we can bet they will test our defenses before dawn.  I say we not wait that long.  Give me a target and I can field 3 squads of marines in full BDU.  Hit the enemy before they are ready.  The longer we wait, the harder it will be to recover our missing crew."  She then looked at Casely.  "Commander, if you have anyone experienced in either Xenotechnology and or Xenobiology, Major Drizzt could use their assistance. He is going over the tactical scan of our recent engagement.  We also brought back some of the enemies 'toys' that could use a good analyses to give us some kind of idea of what we are up against." (Posted by Wes) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - 3O/StratOps - Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1915)   Paul looked at Straton and took in what she was saying. She was correct about the prime directive in some ways, however it was arrogant for her to assume that this might not be their natural course of evolution on the planet. Paul could bring that up and attempt to play devils advocate to her assumption, but that was not the point Paul was trying to make. Evidently she had misunderstood him, he had been placing the mission, that of extracting the captured crew of the Boudicca, as the priority.   "My prior comment had nothing to do with the prime directive. I believe that the religious convictions of these people will violently oppose the idea that we have come from anywhere but this planet.  This could lead to their refusal to aid us due to finding us heretical. I'm merely suggesting that we should continue fostering their belief that we come from the planet as long as possible. We need their help at the moment, and it is therefore in our best interest to keep them on-side," replied Paul. Straton didn't know him and no reason to believe that he had any insights beyond her own, however he had talked to the woman for a prolonged period of time. His gaffe at mentioning their arrival from space had been near catastrophic even in the short term, he had no desire to see the effects of a larger faux pas especially when they could not easily prove their claims. Paul had no desire to see the rescue of people hampered by something that could be avoided.   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp , MCO, Lt. Colonel Eva Straton, 1916) "My prior comment had nothing to do with the prime directive. I believe that the religious convictions of these people will violently oppose the idea that we have come from anywhere but this planet.  This could lead to their refusal to aid us due to finding us heretical. I'm merely suggesting that we should continue fostering their belief that we come from the planet as long as possible. We need their help at the moment, and it is therefore in our best interest to keep them on-side," replied Casely.  Before Eva could reply Stolev spoke up. "I have a tactical team ready, and we've got plenty of marines, but we don't know the planet, the terrain, or anything about what's going on here.  I think we should do whatever we need to do for them to help us get our people back.  If that means letting them believe we are wizards, elves, smurfs, or whatever, fine.  Let them think it if it means they'll help us." Eva's brow rose in surprise.  "I was not talking about your comment Commander," She said, calmly looking at Casely, "When we first arrived here we took every precaution to avoid all contact with these people in observance of the Prime Directive.  I was simply stating that, as it is obvious at this point that these peoples development has already been grossly effected by outside interference, that we are no longer restricted by the Prime Directive.  In response to both yours and Commander Stolev's comment, I'm afraid I must agree with both of you.  If acting the part better facilitates their assistance, then by all means.  Though I am no actor, I make no promises for an award winning performance on my part."  After she had finished speaking, Eva looked over at Sasha with a confused look on her face and mouthed the word 'Smurf?' shrugging her shoulders. (Posted by Wes) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp - Capt Sevant - 1918) "That much I had gathered, we're wizards." Sevant crossed his arms behind his back, "Colonel, thoughts?" The MCO looked around, and then said, "Obviously, as this worlds natural evolution has already been compromised, the Prime Directive no longer applies.  Therefore, I suggest we do whatever is needed to recover our people, reestablish contact with the ship and leave these people to their own devices.  We can not afford to get overly involved in their conflict. We have one of our own to deal with," Sevant crossed his arms behind his back as she continued. "If these Black Robes know anything of tactics, we can bet they will test our defenses before dawn.  I say we not wait that long.  Give me a target and I can field 3 squads of marines in full BDU.  Hit the enemy before they are ready.  The longer we wait, the harder it will be to recover our missing crew."  She then looked at Casely.  "Commander, if you have anyone experienced in either Xenotechnology and or Xenobiology, Major Drizzt could use their assistance. He is going over the tactical scan of our recent engagement.  We also brought back some of the enemies 'toys' that could use a good analyses to give us some kind of idea of what we are up against." He turned his head as Casely said, "My prior comment had nothing to do with the prime directive. I believe that the religious convictions of these people will violently oppose the idea that we have come from anywhere but this planet.  This could lead to their refusal to aid us due to finding us heretical. I'm merely suggesting that we should continue fostering their belief that we come from the planet as long as possible. We need their help at the moment, and it is therefore in our best interest to keep them on-side," Stolev nodded in agreement.  "I have a tactical team ready, and we've got plenty of marines, but we don't know the planet, the terrain, or anything about what's going on here.  I think we should do whatever we need to do for them to help us get our people back.  If that means letting them believe we are wizards, elves, smurfs, or whatever, fine.  Let them think it if it means they'll help us." Sevant quirked his eyebrow and took a look at the Archon as Straton once again began to speak. "I was not talking about your comment Commander, When we first arrived here we took every precaution to avoid all contact with these people in observance of the Prime Directive.  I was simply stating that, as it is obvious at this point that these peoples development has already been grossly effected by outside interference, that we are no longer restricted by the Prime Directive.  In response to both yours and Commander Stolev's comment, I'm afraid I must agree with both of you.  If acting the part better facilitates their assistance, then by all means.  Though I am no actor, I make no promises for an award winning performance on my part."  "Very well, it looks like we'll be striking a pact with them then. Mr Casely, you're the closest thing to a friend with have with them now that our cultural expert has been taken. Become her friend, threaten her, cajoale her, I don't care. Find a way to get a couple scouts. Mr Stolev, you will be in charge of all defenses here, I agree with the Colonel, odds are they will test our perimeter shortly. Pull everything back as tight as you can and hold the line. Mr Straton, you'll have the extraction team once we know enough to move." (posted by Trout) (Planet Velorum IV - Holding Area - 3O/StratOps - Lieutenant Commander Paul Casely - 1927)   Paul listened carefully to his instructions as they came from Sevant. "Sir, before I start on that, could I please contact one of my officers to ensure that they give you full cooperation? They might be disoriented and I haven't been available for some time. I'll use my comm badge and do it from here," stated Paul, unsure as to whether or not the Captain trusted him yet or not... he doubted it.   (Reply Sevant)   Paul nodded and tapped his comm badge, "Commander Casely to Lieutenant Rogers. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. This is the Boudicca crew, this is our new assignment. They're having some problems that have now become our problems. I won't be available for awhile. I want you and the rest of the crew to help out where you can and do what is necessary to meet the Boudicca mission objectives. Is that understood Lieutenant?"   (Reply Rogers)   "Good, Casely out."   Paul sighed to himself, he had a difficult mission ahead of him. Become a 'friend' or something to that woman. Easier said than done. She would never accept him as a 'friend', as an inferior perhaps, perhaps as a respected cohort... no, that would be too much. ~Perhaps as a guide and cultural attache.~ thought Paul to himself with a slight grin. With that, Paul moved to approach the Archon. He turned back on his universal translator, and approached with his head bowed. He looked at the Archon and spoke softly to her, giving body language and facial signs that showed that Paul clearly deferred to her as being his superior.   "M'Lady, I have been asked by Sevant to aid you during your visits to us. I would be honoured to do so. I know you have many questions as our ways seem strange to you. I would be honoured and overjoyed to discuss our culture with you, and to show you some areas of our settlement, within of course my Captain's allowance and perview," stated Paul, loud enough so Sevant could also hear. In the back of his mind, he was wondering how his crew was doing. He knew they'd do their best to be useful, but was concerned by his own lengthy absence from them.   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, COUNS, Lt. (JG) Brian Rogers, 1929) Brian had finished taking care of the job that Dr. Mor'rel had asked, he got a message from Commander Casely. =^= Commander Casely to Lieutenant Rogers. Just wanted to let you know I'm okay. This is the Boudicca crew, this is our new assignment. They're having some problems that have now become our problems. I won't be available for awhile. I want you and the rest of the crew to help out where you can and do what is necessary to meet the Boudicca mission objectives. Is that understood Lieutenant? =^= "Yes, sir," Brian said, with a slight smile. He felt better now that he knew this wasn't a Doenitz ploy.... but he had yet to see Commander Casely. =^= Understood. Casely out. =^= And with that, the channel was closed. Brian was concerned that the conversation was so short, but it was possible that Paul was busy with other things. Brian walked to the edge of the medical camp. He wished he was out, helping his crew mates on whatever the primary mission was, but alas, he was medically trained, and had perhaps the most important job of all. He walked back into the medical camp proper and walked over to Dr. Mor'rel. "Doctor, I finished replacing the bandages on that man. How else can I assist you?" Brian asked. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Velorum IV-Base Camp-CMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-19:32)       “Hello, Dr. Mackenzie. Have you found out what’s wrong with me?”       Looking over at Rogers, she realized he'd finally woken up from the worn off sedative.  Not only that, he sounded a little sarcastic as well.       "Nothing that sitting on your butt right here won't cure," she replied back, hoping to keep him out of trouble, though she wasn't his certified babysitter.       “Listen, Kaitlyn, something is wrong here. I can’t put my finger on it, but I think we’ve been captured by Doentiz’ forces,” he spat at her.       Eyes going wide, she quickly looked around and saw no one near them.       "Doenitz's forces?!" She whispered sternly.       “But, Commander Casely is gone, and we’re being kept here against our will…” Rogers started to explain.       "Ok, ok, ok......slow down.  I don't think we're being held here against our will.  I just think that with the current mission going on they're using extreme precations to make sure nothing goes wrong or happens."       As Kaitlyn attempted to settle Rogers down, she was inturrupted by the sound of another voice.         "If I could please have you listen to me please. The following individuals may return to active duty. ...."       ~Great, knowing my luck I won't be on that list....~       "Mackenzie, Kaitlyn, Lieutenant Commander. I would request your aid here, unless you are needed elsewhere doctor."        ~First name to be called?  After the whole Vulcan logical output of staying out of there way?  Huh.....~       Looking back at Rogers, she sighed and said, "I guess duty calls."   <>       Getting up, Kaitlyn then went over to the designated medical tent where the most help was needed.  ~Could this day get any worse.....~   (Posted by: Stacey) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1933)   Mor'rel did a final sweep of the people in his care. There was no way that Miller could be returned to active duty, however several of the others were ready to start back. Many had minior scrapes and other injuries. It would be simple for them to start back. Mor'rel was concerned, however, with Lieutenant Rogers.   "If I could please have you listen to me please. The following individuals may return to active duty. Mackenzie, Kaitlyn, Lieutenant Commander. I would request your aid here, unless you are needed elsewhere doctor.  Marta, Kassia, Lieutenant. Please adjunct yourself with the medical tent. We may need your services. Rogers, Brian, Lieutenant. I am concerned about your behaviour, however you are also a counsellor and therefore are attached to the medical centre. Please be aware that if your behaviour seems odd or dangerous I will have no choice but to sedate you. Klars, Dorrin, Lieutenant, you and Chandler, Samantha, Ensign are to report to Commander Stolev, he is in charge of security and tactical and will give you more specific duties from there. McLaren, Matthew, Lieutenant, please report to Lieutenant Fredericks, he is our chief engineer and will better be able to find you duties. Are there any questions from here?"   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, ATAC/ASC Ensign SG Samantha Chandler - 1933)   Sam was about to crazy sitting at the medical site, doing nothing. She looked over to Rogers and Mackenzie, a few feet away from her. Rogers had awakened and was speaking with Mackenzie. She hoped Mackenzie could persuade him not to try running again. She didn't feel like tackling him again.   She looked at the Vulcan doctor when she heard him say her name, "Klars, Dorrin, Lieutenant, you and Chandler, Samantha, Ensign are to report to Commander Stolev, he is in charge of security and tactical and will give you more specific duties from there."   ~Finally, I get to go on back on duty,~ Sam thought.   Sam stood up and walked away towards the direction of the Base Camp, with the others were released for duty and were required there. (Posted by Esther) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp, Medical Centre, ACEO Lieutenant JG Matthew McLaren, 1934) "If I could please have you listen to me please." Matthew swiveled his head around again and looked over to the doctor who seemed to be in charge of things around here. "The following individuals may return to active duty. Mackenzie, Kaitlyn, Lieutenant Commander. I would request your aid here, unless you are needed elsewhere doctor.  Marta, Kassia, Lieutenant. Please adjunct yourself with the medical tent. We may need your services. Rogers, Brian, Lieutenant. I am concerned about your behaviour, however you are also a counsellor and therefore are attached to the medical centre. Please be aware that if your behaviour seems odd or dangerous I will have no choice but to sedate you. Klars, Dorrin, Lieutenant, you and Chandler, Samantha, Ensign are to report to Commander Stolev, he is in charge of security and tactical and will give you more specific duties from there. McLaren, Matthew, Lieutenant, please report to Lieutenant Fredericks, he is our chief engineer and will better be able to find you duties. Are there any questions from here?" ~nope~ He thought getting up but then realised he didn't have a clue who he was looking for. "Um sir, you wouldn't happen to know where the CEO is or what he looks like?" Matthew asked as he straightened his uniform. (posted by Matt) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1935)   Mor'rel watched as the group began to move to get ready for their various assignments. These were not optimal conditions and it was difficult for Mor'rel to tell anything more than he had. In the end, he had to follow the Captain's orders just like anyone else. Mor'rel did not find the Captain's request completely logical, but then he WAS a follower of Sybok, making  his logic often suspect to say the least. Finally, the engineer walked up to meet him.   "Um sir, you wouldn't happen to know where the CEO is or what he looks like?" McLaren asked as he straightened his uniform. Mor'rel looked at the Lieutenant and nodded. "A very logical question Lieutenant. You are looking for Lieutenant Fredericks. He is 1.9558 metres in height, has grey eyes and black hair. He has a scar across his left bicep and down his forearm. He should be working with the rest of the engineering group."   (Reply McLaren)   "If that fails, logically, you could walk around and ask people where he is. I'm certain someone will point you in the right direction eventually," stated Mor'rel.   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Centre, ACEO LTJG Matthew McLaren, 1936) Mor'rel looked at the Lieutenant and nodded. "A very logical question, Lieutenant. You are looking for Lieutenant Fredericks. He is 1.9558 metres in height, has grey eyes and black hair. He has a scar across his left bicep and down his forearm. He should be working with the rest of the engineering group." ~Couldn't have asked for a more accurate description~ Matthew thought. "Thanks very much sir." "If that fails, logically, you could walk around and ask people where he is. I'm certain someone will point you in the right direction eventually," stated Mor'rel. Matthew nodded gratefully. "Cheers." He said rather informally and walked away into the camp site.   He spotted some engineers working on some sort of transmitter and walked towards them. He scanned the group and located a man that fit the doctor’s description. He walked up and greeted him. "Sir. I'm Lieutenant Matthew McLaren. I just transferred from Starbase Geneva. He said sticking out his hand. (Reply Fredericks) "I was one of the ACEO's on Geneva and have been told to come and find you for an assignment." (Posted by Matt) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Centre, COUNS, Lt. {JG} Brian Rogers, 1937) Brian was waiting for Kaitlyn to respond, when Mor'rel addressed the 'survivors' of the runabout crash. "Rogers, Brian, Lieutenant. I am concerned about your behaviour, however you are also a counsellor and therefore are attached to the medical centre. Please be aware that if your behaviour seems odd or dangerous I will have no choice but to sedate you." Brian nodded. "Doctor, I would feel better if I was able to go with the others. I was a Medical Major in the academy, and I could take a medkit, and provide medical support for the security personnal. Besides, Counselor Marta is good enough anyway." ~And maybe find Commander Casely, and find out what is really going on here...~ Brian thought, but didn't dare say out loud, and tried his hardest to keep his face still from the Vulcan trying to read what he was thinking. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1940)   Mor'rel quirked his head slightly. At least he was starting to sound more reasonable. "Lieutenant, while I understand your desire to rejoin your Commander, I assure you he is safe. He has been meeting with Captain Sevant and helping him, as is his new position on the USS Boudicca. Currently, you have not been requested by Commander Stolev to take part in anything concerning security. I will let him know you are available, if he needs you he will ask."   (Reply Rogers)   "To be forthright, had you have displayed any level of calm and logic in would have worked better in your favour. However, you must be observed in case there was psychological damage done to you in the crash. As you are a counsellor I am positive you can see the logic in that. Do not despair, I'm sure you shall hear from Commander Casely soon," stated Mor'rel, "Now, you can be the most help to me by changing the dressings on that man's wounds. Be sure to wear gloves when doing so as we are not certain as to the nature of his infection. We had several medical difficulties here even before your arrival."   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV, Base Camp Medical Center, COUNS, Lt. (JG) Brian Rogers, 1942)   "Lieutenant, while I understand your desire to rejoin your Commander, I assure you he is safe. He has been meeting with Captain Sevant and helping him, as is his new position on the USS Boudicca. Currently, you have not been requested by Commander Stolev to take part in anything concerning security. I will let him know you are available, if he needs you he will ask."   Brian nodded, "Understood."   "To be forthright, had you have displayed any level of calm and logic in would have worked better in your favour. However, you must be observed in case there was psychological damage done to you in the crash. As you are a counsellor I am positive you can see the logic in that. Do not despair, I'm sure you shall hear from Commander Casely soon. Now, you can be the most help to me by changing the dressings on that man's wounds. Be sure to wear gloves when doing so as we are not certain as to the nature of his infection. We had several medical difficulties here even before your arrival." Brian nodded and then went to the work assigned to him by Mor'rel. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Velorum IV - Base Camp Medical Centre -  CMO - Doctor Mor'rel - 1947)   Mor'rel listened as a very changed Lieutenant Rogers asked to resume his duties. Mor'rel was now guessing that the man was disoriented due to his trauma. It was not an uncommon occurance. His neurological scans seemed to be sound and his behaviour was beginning to even out at this point. Mor'rel looked at the man for a second and scrutinized him.   "Lieutenant, one of your crew was removed from the vessel and was virtually unharmed, yet we have not seen him for some time. He was last seen exiting the crash site carrying a Starfleet issue container. Scans indicated that whatever was inside it was inert. It seems likely that he is somehow damaged psychologically from the crash, as his race is not well disposed to violent activity," stated Mor'rel.   (Reply Rogers)   Mor'rel arched one eyebrow and continued, "You are a counsellor, due to my very nature that is not a logical vocation for me. I would ask you to find Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, return him and his container here. I will perform medical tests while you examine his mental fitness."   (Posted by Jeff) (Planet Velorum IV - Area Around Crash Site -  Research Scientist - Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1951)   Engtamn clutched the container close to his chest. It was both dangerous and wonderful and Engtamn knew it. Engtamn had to keep it safe, it was best off in his hands, least dangerous as he knew how to contain it. After Engtamn had emerged from the ship with his container he had noticed that most people had more or less ignored him. He found a quiet, secluded place and checked over the device. It hadn't seen any harm. With that he had locked up the item again and walked towards what he believed was the crash site. He had been wrong.   ~Lost... I'm lost! I have to get back!~ That thought in mind, Engtamn tapped his comm badge.   "Doctor Engtamn-Jensi to anyone... I'm lost here... I'm in a forest I think. Help me please?"   (Reply any iyw)   His comm badge still open Engtamn saw a small group of men in black robes starting towards him. ~That was fast.~   "Ummm... hello. Are you from the Boudicca? Why are you wearing dark bathrobes? Are your clothes dirty?" asked Engtamn. Quickly he felt several rough hands upon him, one of which knocked off his comm badge, as he was led away more deeply into the forest. "Ummm... I think this is the wrong way..."   (Posted by Jeff) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Compile ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~