Compile#11 January 16-22 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Personal Logs Day 2 Stardate: 2414.02.13 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2, 1210) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute - Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1215) (USS Rosenante – Science Lab – Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute – Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1715) (USS Rosenante – Science Lab – LCDR Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 2 1719) (USS Rosenante – Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute – Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1720) (USS Rosenante - Science Lab - ACSO Lt. (jg) Viskhard - 1721) (USS Rosenante - Science Lab - CSO - LT David Tamblyn - 1725) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 4 Stardate: 2414.2.15 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 4 - 1544) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1551) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 4 - 1553) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1558) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.02.16 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Counselor’s Office – Science Department – Crewman Andrew Maddox – 0800) (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid Day 5 - 1343) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One - Ensign Dawson Day 5 - 1344) (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 5 - 1345) (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - SSG Joe Rock Marine NCOIC Day 5 - 1346) (Starbase Geneva - Temporary Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 5 - 1349) (USS Rosenante- Iso-Lab - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid Day 5 - 1350) (USS Rosenante- Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher -= Day 5 - 1352) (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - Section 31 Operative Lucia Del Santos - Day 5 - 1355) (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1400) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1403) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1405) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1407) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day - 1409) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1410) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 5 - 1412) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - LT Chance Raschen - 1420) (USS Rosenante - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1421) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - Marine Cpl Kevin Sweeny - Day 5- 1422*) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5- 1426) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - Section 31 Operative - Lucia Del Santos - Day 5 - 1428) (SB Geneva - Holodeck 4 - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1708) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - Day 5 - 1751) (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1753) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1758) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1800) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1805) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1807) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1813) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1815) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1816*) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1819) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1820) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - ACSO Lt. Viskhard - Day 5, 2024) (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 5, 2026) (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson, 2O/COPS, Day 5, 2051) (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - Ambassador- Dralar, Day 5, 2052) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom LCDR and Dahlia Jackson. 2O/COPS Day 2057) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 - 2126) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 - 2207) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 10 Stardate: 2414.02.21 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1832) (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1837) (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - CSO - Lt (sg) David Tamblyn - 1840) (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1842) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day 12 Stardate:2414.02.23 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - SO- Ensign Eva Saint Jean - Day 12- 1415) (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1427) (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - SO- Ensign Eva Saint Jean - Day 12- 1428) (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 12 - 1429) ======================================================= Mission:Personal Logs Day 15 Stardate: 2414.02.26 Compile Summary (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0747) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0749) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 16 Stardate: 2414.02.27 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - Visitor Quarters - Captain Calvin Capps - 07:00) (SB Geneva - Promenade Level - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson 2O/COPS Day 16 0705) (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 16 - 0715) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16 - 0805) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1855) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1857) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 2000) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Cabin, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 2015) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 17 Stardate: 2414.02.28 Compile Summary (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0200) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0700) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0702) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1200) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1400) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 20 Stardate: 2414.03.03 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - Hanger Bay 69 - LT Chance Raschen - 1120) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2, 1210) “I’d thank you for that but I don’t know if I had anything to do with it.” He responded rather evenly. "You have a great deal more to do with it than you might think, Doctor. I can assure you that in the end Andrew will do everything he can not to disappoint you. You're his father, and men look up to their father." “Seriously, I’ve gone toe to toe intellectually with numerous Flag Officers, and even one of the most formidable men to sit in a chair very similar to yours, Jean Luc Picard was not a timid man, and yet nothing scares me more than thinking I’d make a mistake raising Andrew.” He admitted. "My Uncle Aamihr would have said the same thing about me at one time in his life. I was a rambunctious youth who knew no end to getting into fights and starting trouble. But in the end he realized I had to make my own way, and he went from being less a disciplinarian to a leader for me. I suppose he was right in that, because I think I turned out alright in the end." Ahmed explained. "It will be similar with Andrew. I'm certain of it." Bruce took another sip of the coffee before commenting, “Quite right, Captain. However, joking aside have you ever thought of raising a child of your own?” "We've all thought about it sometime Doctor. I just haven't decided on a time and place. That's all." Ahmed replied with a smile. “Well don’t wait too long. Before you know it time will creep up on you.” He warned the younger man. “Now, on to business.” Bruce announced. "Business? you mean there was another reason for you to visit besides your son's problems?" Ahmed asked, slightly surprised by the change of subject. "I won't be sway by politics to reduce or drop my judgement if that is your intention doctor." “Nothing so dastardly, no. I would hope this would be pleasant news. The Daystrom Institute has been working on a prototype sensor relay, and the corresponding search algorithms, all in bad need of proper field testing, and I was wondering your professional opinion on which ship in the 52nd fleet would be best suited to carry them.” Bruce offered. Ahmed gave the doctor a pensive look. "you could have taken this to any ship Doctor, which means that you've already decided which ship would deploy your relay before you ever arrived. but before I put them on board. I'd like for you to brief, Lieutenant Commanders Jackson and Matrix and Lieutenants Tamblyn and Viskhard. After your brief, if they tell me that the relays are a good match for our ship, and are compatible with a minimal amount of refit, I'd be willing to humor your suggestion." (reply Bruce Maddox) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute - Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1215) Ahmed gave the doctor a pensive look. "you could have taken this to any ship Doctor, which means that you've already decided which ship would deploy your relay before you ever arrived. but before I put them on board. I'd like for you to brief, Lieutenant Commanders Jackson and Matrix and Lieutenants Tamblyn and Viskhard. After your brief, if they tell me that the relays are a good match for our ship, and are compatible with a minimal amount of refit, I'd be willing to humor your suggestion." “Very well Captain. Can you have the Commanders and Lieutenants meet me in the science lab? About 1730 should do it. That will give me time to replicate the necessary components and have them assembled.” He said. (Reply Salid) “Well I thank you Captain. The coffee was excellent.” He said and got up slowly, and made his way to the door. (Reply Salid) “I don’t plan on being here long enough to need quarters. I’ll make sure to check in before I leave.” (Reply Salid) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Science Lab – LCDR Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 2 1719) Tom entered as the door swooshed open. He hadn't spent much time in the lab. His science classes had been difficult at the academy. He spied an elderly, distinguished man off in a corner. Tom walked over and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Tom Jackson. You must be Dr. Maddox" Tom said. (Reply: Maddox) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Science Lab – Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute – Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1715) Bruce strode into the science lab. He had managed to scrape up some crewmembers from the station to help him carry his newly replicated equipment. ~That’s one thing about being as along in years as I am. You never have to carry anything heavy again.~ “Over there will be fine, thank you.” He watched the pair maneuver the anti-grav sleds to the position he had indicated. “ That will be all gentlemen.” Bruce paid the pair no more attention and instead turned his attention to the equipment that was now in the lab, he went about setting it up. (Reply Jackson, Matrix, Tamblyn, Viskhard) Todd Holladay --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute – Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1720) Bruce was about half way through his setup before a man with a gold collared uniform entered the door to the science lab and walked straight over. "Hi, I'm Tom Jackson. You must be Dr. Maddox" Tom said introducing himself. “Yes, I am Commander. If you could have a seat, I’m in the middle of preparations and will be with you shortly.” He said smiling warmly. As soon as Bruce got back to assembling his sensor display model he was politely enough, interrupted again. "Lt. Viskhard reporting as requested, sir." Viskhard said. "It’s okay lieutenant, just don't make a habit of it. Besides, I don't think everyone is here yet." Tamblyn said. “You are correct Lieutenant, there is one more.” He said, this time not looking up from his work. The high-pitched hum of his micro-fuser working proficiently and diligently. "In any case, I'm ready to get started." Tamblyn said. “That is very good lieutenant, we are waiting for Commander Matrix.” He said. “Now that I am finished, we will begin once he has arrived.” As if on cue, Matrix walks in to the science lab. (Reply Matrix) “Yes, please have a seat.” He said. As Matrix sat down. Bruce introduced himself. “Good afternoon, for those of you who don’t know me, I am Doctor Bruce Maddox. Dean of Sciences at the Daystrom Institute and Senior Chair of the Federation Science Council. I’m here to demonstrate for you a prototype sensor cluster devised at the Daystrom institute.” He began the presentation. “Simply put it is an active quadronic sensor cluster. It uses a pulse neutrino emitter, a subspace field analyzer, an electromagnetic flux sensor, and a gamma gravimetric scanner in concert to more accurately and in a timely manner give a definitive reading of stellar bodies, extra-vessel compounds and alloys or whatever your sensor target.” (Reply any) “That is a good question, you are correct. Normally a neutrino emitter and a subspace field analyzer will interfere with each other. If you all turn your attention to the screen I will show you how the student overcame the problem.” He said. (reply any) “Yes, a student. This particular one has a grasp of the sciences not seen in quite a long while. Some of the more spiritually minded of our staff think he might be a re-incarnation of one of the former great minds of science. I just believe he is a natural.” He turned his attention to the screen, unaffected by the short pause in his presentation. “As you can see here in the example, it is probably what you were all thinking would happen when they were used together.” The screen displayed a blue-print-like wire-frame version of the sensor pallet that was in front of them. The display showed power fed to each of the four sensors with their outputs all in a separate color. The sensors were interfering with each other, energies bouncing off of each other and scattering in random directions. Bruce smiled, “Here’s the solution.” He touched a key on his PADD and the display altered. It showed the same sensor cluster, but the standard EPS conduit supplying the sensors was replaced with a clover-leaf looking adaptation, with a small control module. “The EPS adaptation applies energy to the sensors in a specific algorithm so that none of the sensors interfere with each other.” (Reply any) “Well, as the Captain may or may not made you aware, you will examine the device, ask me any question that you would like, and when you are satisfied you will make your determination and forward your report or recommendation to the Captain.” (Reply any) “Recommendation for probationary field testing on the Rosenante. This sensor pallet is a prototype and although it does work in all computer simulations and lab tests, those are all very controlled environments and gives no indication of how it would work in the field. I now open the floor to any questions about the device.” (Reply Matrix, Tamblyn, Viskhard, Jackson) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Lab - ACSO Lt. (jg) Viskhard - 1721) Visk strode into the lab as the junior grunt crew were leaving. He had his head buried in a PADD of information, and so barely missed running into one of them. "Sorry, sir." was mumbled, and Visk jerked his head up, not really knowing where he was for a moment. Realizing his feet had carried him to the Lab, Visk slipped the PADD into the extra large pocket in his utility pants and strode over to an older man and a younger one. "Lt. Viskhard reporting as requested, sir." (Reply Jackson, Matrix, Tamblyn, Maddox) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Lab - CSO - LT David Tamblyn - 1725) David was leaning over one of the lab tables reading some of the research documentation of past projects that the Science department had worked on before the Rosenante vanished as Visk strode into the lab. "Lt. Viskhard reporting as requested, sir." "Its okay lieutenant, just don't make a habit of it. Besides, I don't think everyone is here yet." (Reply Viskhard, any iyw) "In any case, I'm ready to get started." (Reply Any) (Reply Viskhard, any) (Posted by Charlie) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 4 - 1544) "Thank you, Captain. What you just said is going to help a lot of the crew, especially those who were assimilated and feel like even though they've gained back their humanity, they've lost their identity. What makes us different from the Borg is that they adapt based on quantitative data. We adapt based on qualitative knowledge. Data and knowledge are very different things." Ahmed nodded, "Yes. It is indeed. You can have all the data in the world, but without the knowledge of how to utilize it, you might as well have nothing at all." "I think the minute any of us stop being angry at not being able to fix atrocities we see, or when any of us stop worrying that we might have to make a Kobiashi Maru decision in the future, that we should hang up our uniform and go home. My personal opinion is that not only do these things help us grow and adapt to new knowledge, but they also keep us in check." He remembered briefly reading that the Captain used to be an engineer. "The minute those resistors are removed from the circuit," he explained, "you get a free flood of free will, and humanoids tend to go out of control without those built-in checks and balances." "Most people would call that a conscience, Parker." Ahmed commented. "The question remains, though," he continued, "what does one do with that anger and worry? One wouldn't want to accept it as the new norm, and simply be angry and worried all the time, and at the same time, we value it too much to purge it from our minds and hearts." "You use it; transform it into a usable, productive aspect that strips it of it's caustic nature and transform the energy and focus that it brings into experience and resolve. But most importantly you learn from the experience that generated the anger in the first place in the hopes that you don't repeat that mistake. Is this what you mean?" Ahmed asked. (reply Parker) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1551) "The question remains, though," Parker continued, "what does one do with that anger and worry? One wouldn't want to accept it as the new norm, and simply be angry and worried all the time, and at the same time, we value it too much to purge it from our minds and hearts." "You use it; transform it into a usable, productive aspect that strips it of it's caustic nature and transform the energy and focus that it brings into experience and resolve. But most importantly you learn from the experience that generated the anger in the first place in the hopes that you don't repeat that mistake. Is this what you mean?" Ahmed asked. Parker smiled. "I don't know what you need a counselor for," he said, his grin letting the Captain know that he was just joking. He shifted in his seat and, still smiling, commented, "I'm not sure how I'm going to challenge you, Captain." (reply Salid, room for more) "Do you have any questions for me?" (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 4 - 1553) Parker smiled. "I don't know what you need a counselor for," he said, his grin indicating that the man was jesting. He shifted in his seat and, still smiling, commented, "I'm not sure how I'm going to challenge you, Captain." "You have already challenged me, Mister Davis. You made me think about the situation I am in and to speak about it aloud. That is challenge enough today. Sometimes knowing the answer and following through with the answer are two very different things with two very different levels of difficulty. To speak them out loud forces one to hear them in context and to weigh them carefully." "Do you have any questions for me?" Ahmed smiled, sensing that the impromptu counseling session was concluded. "No Counselor, I do not. Be certain to check in with Medical for your pre-duty physical and with operations for your quarters if you have not already done so. I also recommend that you see Commander Sullivan once she returns to the ship." (reply Parker) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1558) "No Counselor, I do not. Be certain to check in with Medical for your pre-duty physical and with operations for your quarters if you have not already done so. I also recommend that you see Commander Sullivan once she returns to the ship." "Yes, Sir. I'll send her a message so she gets it as soon as she's returned, and give her a little bit of time to get back to me as to her availability." He sat back. "I've received a list of people who would like an appointment, and a list from the counselor's department on the station regarding people they recommend for counseling." (reply Salid iyw) "I've enjoyed this conversation, Sir. I look forward to plenty more in the future." He returned to a more formal stance, as their session was essentially over and he felt the need to return to the respectful terms that distinguished their ranks. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante – Counselor’s Office – Science Department – Crewman Andrew Maddox – 0800) ~It’s time to get the first one over with.~ He thought to himself. He entered the counseling office. “I have an appointment. I’m Crewman Maddox.” He said. (Reply Lt. Davis) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid Day 5 - 1343) There was a moment, when Ahmed actually feared that Signos would disobey his order and kill Santos anyway, but those fears were allayed when the junior officer lowered her weapon and answered with an even voiced, "Understood." Signos, then added an order of her own to Sergeant Rock, "Sgt." She called out "Check her weapon, tell me if it's hot or cold." "Mister Signos?" Ahmed asked, and the tactical officer explained. "Captain the WAR the operatives were using is prone to overheating, if her weapon is cold it goes to show that she was staying out of the fight, and wanting to be captured for a reason. Please Sirs, I advise caution with her, please trust my experience in this matter. Take into account who I was, and who she is." Jessica went on to say calmly has she obviously looked the woman over. Ahmed nodded, "Use caution Sergeant, leave your weapon with another marine." (reply Rock iyw, but not needed as we've moved past this.) Sergeant rock moved forward cautiously after handing his weapon over to another marine named Jones. "Cover me Jones," The Senior non-comm ordered and then addressed the captured operative. “Shove your weapon towards me”. Del Santos complied, and Ahmed could tell that she was a skilled operative. She remained perfectly calm and completely in control of her situation. She had no designs or desires to escape whatever fate would befall her, and that worried Salid, because it meant that she knew that she would get away from this situation without a problem. Rock, for his part moved in and patted the woman down thoroughly, before binding her wrists behind her back with restraining ties. "All secure Skipper." The marine called out, before adding his own misgivings, "Hey Folks, something doesn't sit right here." Santos gave Salid a look then, "She is correct. You will find that my weapon is quite cold. I did not fire on you or your personnel. That was deliberate Sir. I wish to make a trade." He heard Signos mutter something to herself, but couldn't make out the words, still He suspected that she had much the same train of thought that he did about this situation. "A trade, involves a willingness to exchange something for something else, miss. At this moment, I don't know that I have anything that I am willing to trade to you in exchange for what you may have, although I am willing to hear your offer. But not here and not at this very moment. I'm much more interested in returning to my ship before we undergo any more discussion." Ahmed reached out and tapped his commbadge as he pulled a phase repeater from the pocket of his uniform. "Salid to Dawson." =^= Dawson here, sir.=^= the transporter chief's voice replied through the small badge pinned to his chest. "Were you able to compensate for the phase variance?" the captain asked. =^= Yes sir. I have a solid lock on you, although the re-materialization cycle will take a little longer due to the remodulation of your molecules, sir.=^= Dawson replied. Ahmed nodded. "Transport Doctor Fisher to location foxtrot and then lock on to our team and our single prisoner and beam them to the same location. Sergeant Rock will mark the bodies with a mobile beacon and then you are to beam them into the secured Morgue and have a security and medical team give them a through check. I don't want any surprises. Notify Commander Caskie to handle that aspect of the operation, she's a trained coroner." Ahmed ordered. =^= Aye sir=^= "And Dawson?" =^= Sir?=^= "Excellent work." =^= Thank you captain I'll have you beamed out shortly. Transporter room out.=^= Ahmed nodded and then looked at Sergeant Rock. "Sergeant, have yourself and two of the marines collect up the dead and line them up near our marker beacon. I want two marines to act as escort until they are relieved." (reply Rock) "Lieutenant o'Neill, I want you to collect up all the WAR weapons and prepare them for transport, but before we move them, I want them scoured for surveillance devices, tracking beacons and self destruct mechanisms. Disable any of those that you find and have them transported to the armory to be secured." (reply Eian) "Commander, we'll be beaming in to medical soon enough, you're now responsible to keep Ensign Signos safe until I relieve you of that command, am I understood?" (reply Liam, Eian, Rock, Santos, Signos) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One - Ensign Dawson Day 5 - 1344) As soon as the channel to the captain closed, Dawson immediately tapped his commbadge and contacted Doctor Fisher. "Dawson to Doctor Fisher, respond please." he said, even as he was using the ship's sensors to lock onto her exact location, which turned out not to be very far from the isolab at all. In fact she could probably walk there almost as fast as he could transport her. (reply Fisher) "Doctor, I have been ordered by the captain to notify you that they will be beaming into the Iso-lab with Signos and a prisoner very soon. I was told to transport you there, but I see you are very close. If you'd prefer to walk across the room into the Iso-lab, it could allow me to transport the others quicker." (reply Fisher) "Understood sir, expect them to transport in approximately five to six minutes from now. Dawson out." That notification given, he then shifted gears and resumed adjusting the transport sequence for the assault team, even as he tapped his commbadge a second time. "Dawson to Commander Caskie" he said as he aligned the phase sequencer. (reply Caskie) "Sir, Captain Salid has asked that you report to the ship's morgue to conduct studies of some casualties during the conflict. I think he suspects that the bodies could be booby-trapped sir." Dawson reported. (reply Caskie) "Roughly ten minutes sir." Dawson replied, "also there was a mention of a prisoner being taken. I humbly suggest that we employ Lieutenant Raschen to be present in the Iso-lab, should his expertise be needed. I can't imagine a section 31 operative that doesn't have a suitable ability to escape detention, and Raschen might be able to help out in that regard." (reply Caskie) "No sir, Captain Salid did not make that request, it was my own thought, sir." (reply Caskie) "Understood. Transporting the team now." Dawson reported and initiated the transport sequence to bring his people home. (reply Caskie, Fisher) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 5 - 1345) =/\= Dawson to Doctor Fisher, respond please. =/\= Kitty was just outside the main doors to Sickbay when Dawson contacted her. She and one of the nurses she knew had decided to go get a tray of sandwiches and coffee for everyone on duty since Kitty had decided to run a shakedown of their emergency bio protocols before the ship was classified as operational again. Kitty had notified Ops about it and only this one other nurse. Everyone else would assume that it was a real emergency since that was the point of Kitty running it and Sickbay would be locked down until Kitty decided otherwise. Handing the tray she was carrying to the nurse Kitty tapped her commbadge. "Fisher here Dawson. What can I do for you?" "Doctor, I have been ordered by the captain to notify you that they will be beaming into the Iso-lab with Signos and a prisoner very soon. I was told to transport you there, but I see you are very close. If you'd prefer to walk across the room into the Iso-lab, it could allow me to transport the others quicker." Kitty turned to the nurse. "Ok, I'm going to be very busy for the rest of the afternoon. Cancel the Bio test and simply tell everyone that lunch is on me today because I think they have all been good boys and girls. You didn't hear Dawson speak to me, you have no idea where I am and you have no idea how to reach me. Got that?" Kitty watched as the nurse simply nodded agreement. "Good. The staff can deal with anything minor. Any major problems contact Geneva Sickbay. Go tell Dr Oren I have been called away and she is in charge." Watching the nurse simply take the tray and nod again Kitty tapped her commbadge once more. "Fisher to Dawson. I'll walk thank you. You concentrate on the rest of them." (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - SSG Joe Rock Marine NCOIC Day 5 - 1346) Captain Salid took quick steps "I want marine guards in threes at every entrance to the lab. I want two marines to protect Signos, and to keep her here until Commander O'Neill and Doctor Fisher release her." Salid ordered Rock. Rock nodded in agreement with the orders and replied " Aye Sir". Salid continued "She is not a prisoner, but is under protective custody at the moment. Your men are not to let down their guard for an instant. Am I clear Sergeant?" Rock looked at the skipper and replied as before. He could almost read Signos mind. She clearly wasn't pleased. He went to his squad and issued his instructions quietly. "Corporal Jones take S'tar and you guard the Ensign. "Ok Sarge" and he motioned towards the Nausican private. Rock looked over the rest of his squad. They were so damned young. Rock never married and considered them his family. He turned to a lance corporal named West and bellowed " You take two men and guard the main entrance. No one gets in without me or the skippers ok you got it?". West smiled and said "Ok Sarge" and grabbed two young privates and moved aside and started discussing what to do. Joe made his remaining assignments and checked each squad . (Reply: any present) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Temporary Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 5 - 1349) =/\= Dawson to Commander Caskie =/\= he said as he aligned the phase sequencer. Josh had been going over her paperwork when her comm channel beeped. She recognised the voice immediately as Transporter Chief Dawson from the Rose. Hitting her comm button she replied. "Caskie here Dawson. How can I help you?" =/\= Sir, Captain Salid has asked that you report to the ship's morgue to conduct studies of some casualties during the conflict. I think he suspects that the bodies could be booby-trapped sir. =/\= Sighing Josh shook her head. "I'm on my way now Dawson. How long until I get clearance? "Roughly ten minutes sir." Dawson replied, "Also there was a mention of a prisoner being taken. I humbly suggest that we employ Lieutenant Raschen to be present in the Iso-lab, should his expertise be needed. I can't imagine a section 31 operative that doesn't have a suitable ability to escape detention, and Raschen might be able to help out in that regard." ~A Section 31 Operative~ Josh sat up straight. ~Dear Lord Ahmed what are you playing with now.~ "Did the Captain request Mr Rachen?" =/\= No sir, Captain Salid did not make that request, it was my own thought, sir. =/\= Josh paused for a moment. "A very good thought Mr Dawson. I concur. Contact Mr Raschen and have him report to the Iso Lab. Tell him not to take his eyes of that prisoner for one moment. I'll be over to the Rose asap. (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Iso-Lab - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid Day 5 - 1350) It was impossible to distinguish the passage of time while locked in a transporter beam, yet somehow, Ahmed almost felt as if time had stretched to make their return home take even longer than expected. The first, instinctual thing that the Captain did was look up at the chronometer prominently displayed on the wall of the Iso-lab. He and all his people had arrived none-the-worse-for-wear, although Ahmed couldn't shake the feeling that he was falling directly into the clutches of the section 31 operative that was running the local cell. Every instinct in his body was sending his brain warning signals, yet the danger was something only half-felt and completely intangible. It was as if it were a phantom of a more solid aspect of itself. He spotted Doctor Fisher and immediately pointed to Liam O'Neill. "Doctor, Commander O'Neill is injured." he said simply. (reply Fisher) "I want marine guards in threes at every entrance to the lab. I want two marines to protect Signos, and to keep her here until Commander O'Neill and Doctor Fisher release her." He ordered Rock. "She is not a prisoner, but is under protective custody at the moment. Your men are not to let down their guard for an instant. Am I clear Sergeant?" (reply Rock) Ahmed turned to Signos, "Ensign, We are going to run some scans to see if there is any remote means by which Section 31 may be manipulating you. You are to submit to these tests and cooperate fully. We have to be certain that you're not going to be a threat to my ship and crew. I know you understand Jessica." (reply Signos) He then turned to Eian, "I want you to secure those weapons, and to ecover the Ghost suits that were worn by the Operatives, including hers. " Ahmed ordered with a jerk of his thumb towards their prisoner. Don't take your eyes off her at all, and have her dressed in a patient's gown. once those items are secure and we're sure she's not carrying any sort of weapons, after a complete body scan, I want you to escort her to my ready room, Bring Lieutenant Raschen along with a security team as well. Then we'll talk with her." (Reply O'Neill) Ahmed turned his gaze to the prisoner, although it was clear he was speaking to O'Neill. "If she so much as suggests trouble to you, execute her. I'll take no chances that she will endanger my ship or crew, am I clear lieutenant?" (reply O'Neill) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Personal Logs Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.2.16 (USS Rosenante- Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher -= Day 5 - 1352) Kitty had made it with minutes to spare before everyone else beamed in But as soon as they did the Captain immediately took charge. "Doctor, Commander O'Neill is injured." Kitty simply nodded and moving towards Commander O'Neill, picking up her med kit on the way she began scanning him. (Reply Cmdr O'Neill. Already done in a future post, still playing catch up) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - Section 31 Operative Lucia Del Santos - Day 5 - 1355) The fire fight had stopped but some of her team were still fighting hand to hand with the Starfleet personnel since they had not been told to stop. Lucia did not tell them to stop either since that was not part of her orders she simply stood there waiting until everyone of her team had been neutralised. She listened unconcerned as various orders were given until Jessica/Lily finally instructed a marine Sergeant to check her weapon to see if it was cold. Turning to Captain Salid Lucia smiled. "She is correct. You will find that my weapon is quite cold. I did not fire on you or your personnel. That was deliberate Sir. I wish to make a trade. Allowing her hands to be restrained behind her Lucia simply smiled at Salid and waited. (Reply everyone) (posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phased Out Place - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1400) Jessica kept to her place, and kept an eye on the surrendered Section 31 female. She didn't trust her now after the facts of whats been done to Jessica have come to fruition. How could she, more than anyone else had a reason, not to show a measure of mercy to any of the surrendered or captured Section 31 operatives. Her eyes bore into Sanots. ~What is she after, have we seen her before, what type of operative is she?~ questions plagued Jessica's and Lily's joint mind. Lily was renowned in Section 31 circles. A think tank assassin, they type of operative that was sent in when you wanted some dead and the means needed to be creative, not traceable, and unknown. This however kept her isolated from the rest of the Section 31 populace, Lily was always handed with kit gloves. She was a rumor even among other operatives. Then she spoke has the sergeant checked her weapon. "She is correct. You will find that my weapon is quite cold. I did not fire on you or your personnel. That was deliberate Sir. I wish to make a trade." "This should be something to hear." Jessica spoke silently to herself. Jessica aloud herself a glance around the room keeping an ear on what Santos would say. She saw Eian stop the bleeding on his fathers arm, it seemed worse than Jessica first thought it was. She was glad she sent Eian to him first. Jessica noticed a look in Eian's eye he seemed hurt whenever he looked her way, as if he was trying to keep himself away, but wanted nothing better than to run to her side. He looked torn, Jessica was sorry for that. She knew their was a good deal Eian was dealing with with recovering from being assimilated. They, both Jessica and Lily both knew it was a nuclear bomb to Eian's would when she told him about Lily. Then it dawned on her, there was no trade only the smallest bit of information, the Location where Hayden was that by the time they got there it would already be to late, probably. Section 31 had to contain the situation they wanted Jessica to snap and go mad in the fire fight and kill everyone. Indeed she nearly had, lost herself to her blood lust, to be in such a rage to cause that kind of massacre. But that didn't mean that a fail safe would not be sent. Lily was compromised, there was no telling what information that she could tell the federation. Section 31 operatives, Ships loyal to 31, Ships section 31 had outfitted with mass WAR cannon, the Locations of the Ravens Nest; Section 31's spacial citadel, a phased space station with enough firepower to destroy a small planet that also served has the organizations central of operations, and the phased raven fighters. Ever since the end of the Civil War Section 31 has been aimed to rebuilding it's numbers, strength, and influence. With the amount of Section 31 operatives on this station now, Section 31 was healthy, grew steadily, and was close to achieving it's goals. Section 31 was more dangerous now than it ever been. It was for that reason Jessica had to be silenced, but the orders came down she was not, under any circumstances to be killed. She was still important to their future goals. That meant anyone close to her that would not ally with Section 31 would be killed. It was a high price to pay, but if not higher cost would soon be carried out. But these were all things that she needed to talk to the Captain about alone first so he could get the information to the right, trusted people. Her thought carried her back to Eian, in her weakened state Jessica was finding it difficult to focus on one line of thought. She was troubled by the look in his eye. She knew wanted nothing to do with her, and for the rest of the mission try to stay away from her. Keep himself busy. Do anything not to be true to his own emotions, Typical male reaction. She remembered something her mother told her. That brought a tear to her eye and caused Jessica to start to cry. ~ "When you love, you love unconditionally, you forgive unconditionally. No two people will ever see eye to eye all the time. But it will be the love you share that will carry though the dark times and into the light." ~ Her mothers words rang though her mind. This was the first time she remembered her parents clearly and not what Section 31 wanted her to believe. And it tore at Jessica and Lily, yes Lily who now felt every pain, emotion just has accurately has Jessica did. Lily felt has if she lost her parents has well even though technically she never had any, new emotions welled and surged though Lily. They sat and silently cried tears flowing freely down her face. ( NRPG: Morgan, I think it's safe to say Davis is gonna have fun with Jessica once he gets her in his office. ) They wanted nothing more than to be in Eian's arms to feel safe with in his hold. To feel his lips against their's , to tell him how much she loved him and needed him. They all of them needed to know it would be ok, that they could start to rebuild there shattered lives. (reply any there) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1403) "Doctor, Commander O'Neill is injured." Salid stated. Liam hated it when people fussed over him. He realized that was where Eian got it from. "It's not a big deal. Just a nick in the artery. I could heal it myself if you want to get Jessica prepped," he told Fisher. (reply Fisher, room for more) Ahmed turned to Signos, "Ensign, We are going to run some scans to see if there is any remote means by which Section 31 may be manipulating you. You are to submit to these tests and cooperate fully. We have to be certain that you're not going to be a threat to my ship and crew. I know you understand Jessica." (reply Signos) Jessica spoke, clearly on the defensive. "So what happens now. What are these test for, and what do you and the Captain hope to achieve by them? If my memory serves me right you are both bound by oath that you will not perform your practice until your patient is aware of the risk that any procedure might occur. I want to know what you plan to do with my body and my mind." "You'll get a full explanation of everything we do before we do it," Liam promised. "I won't violate that." "You see, both have been abused more than either of you will ever understand and before I even think of letting you touch me, I want to know what's going on here." Jessica continued, almost as if he hadn't spoken. "As I said, Jessica, we'll explain everything. We need to get started soon, though. It's essential that we determine if you're still somehow connected to Section 31." (reply Jessica, room for more) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1405) Eian watched as his father was treated and had a simultaneous conversation with a reluctant Jessica. The Captain turned to him and spoke. "I want you to secure those weapons, and to ecover the Ghost suits that were worn by the Operatives, including hers. " Ahmed ordered with a jerk of his thumb towards their prisoner. Don't take your eyes off her at all, and have her dressed in a patient's gown. once those items are secure and we're sure she's not carrying any sort of weapons, after a complete body scan, I want you to escort her to my ready room, Bring Lieutenant Raschen along with a security team as well. Then we'll talk with her." "Yes, Sir," Eian responded absolutely. He glanced uneasily at their new captive. The Captain also turned his gaze to the prisoner, although it was clear he was speaking to Eian. "If she so much as suggests trouble to you, execute her. I'll take no chances that she will endanger my ship or crew, am I clear lieutenant?" "Yes, Sir," he replied again, this time with resolve in his voice. He would have no problem executing this woman if she threatened their lives. At the moment, he didn't even reflect on that fact. He felt intense hatred for these people who had taken his girlfriend from him, destroyed the foundation of what he thought was going to be a relationship, and replaced it with their clandestine nonsense that was now consuming his life, if even for a short while. (reply Salid iyw) Once dismissed, Eian ordered the replicator to produce some large evidence bags for him to use, and he used the vacuum-sealing containers to gather the Ghost suits from the tables on the morgue and the clothing rack where the doctor had place them. He sealed them and ordered a nearby nurse to get the prisoner dressed in a patient's gown. Then he requested the full body scan and realized that until it was complete, there was nothing for him to do but wait. He refused to take his hands off of the vacuum packages that now held the compressed ghost suits. He purposely avoided Jessica, not wanting to get into a conversation with her at this time. He wasn't sure he would have anything to say, if he could even bring himself to really speak to her at all. He tapped his combadge when it looked like they were about done scanning the prisoner. "O'Neill to Lt. Raschen. Captain Salid would like you to report to the Iso-lab with a security team." (reply Raschen) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1407) Jessica felt a calm come over her has the brilliant white light of the tractor beam covered her and ended her nightmare. Has she materialized in the Rosenante Iso-lab she hoped another nightmare wasn't going to begin. Captain Salid immediately took control of the situation and started issuing orders. "I want marine guards in threes at every entrance to the lab. I want two marines to protect Signos, and to keep her here until Commander O'Neill and Doctor Fisher release her." Salid ordered Rock. "She is not a prisoner, but is under protective custody at the moment. Your men are not to let down their guard for an instant. Am I clear Sergeant?" ~If I'm not a prisoner then why are you gonna make me feel like one.~ Jessica thought. Has the Captain then turned to Jessica. "Ensign, We are going to run some scans to see if there is any remote means by which Section 31 may be manipulating you. You are to submit to these tests and cooperate fully. We have to be certain that you're not going to be a threat to my ship and crew. I know you understand Jessica." Salid continued. "I do," She replied. "It's not like I have much choice in the matter now." She glanced and looked over the guards. ~After all five to one aren't very good odds, but then again I'm known for beating the odds.~ She thought to herself. She kept to herself waiting for everyone else to clear out. She had her own concerns that were flowing though her mind. The Captain made sure he called her by her name Jessica, he did not make a mention to her alter ego Lily. ~What was the Captain trying to do here, what was my fate going to be.~ A hundred different thoughts ran though her shared mind. Jessica and Lily both did not like the uncertainty of there future, or the lack of control they had in it. Soon however the room was empty save her guards, Doctor Fisher, and Commander O'neil. "So what happens now. What are these test for, and what do you and the Captain hope to achieve by them. If my memory serves me right you are both bound by oath that you will not preform your practice until your patient is aware of the risk that any procedure might occur. I want to know what you plan to do with my body and my mind." She spoke calmly (reply O'neil, Fisher.) "You see, both have been abused more than either of you will ever understand and before I even think of letting you touch me. I want to know what going on here." Jessica continued with a tone that was beyond finite. (reply O'neil Fisher.) Jessica didn't need test to know what she was. Did Section 31 have control of either of her personalities anymore, no. But was she a threat, yes, she would always be a threat. Her skills, training and mental conditioning, and the distrust that one normally felt toward her would insure that. She hoped Salid would find a place for her on his ship where she could be of use, where she could help. But could Salid trust her, trust Lily. Jessica didn't think he could, not after seeing her history, not after knowing what she was capable of. Jessica felt that these test were for one purpose only to find a way of destroying Lily. Jessica would not allow that, But if the federation would not accept her and she would not return to Section 31 where would she go. (reply any involved) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day - 1409) "So what happens now. What are these test for, and what do you and the Captain hope to achieve by them. If my memory serves me right you are both bound by oath that you will not perform your practice until your patient is aware of the risk that any procedure might occur. I want to know what you plan to do with my body and my mind." She spoke calmly Kitty simply stood in front of Jessica in a non threatening way and smiled at her. "At present, since Cmdr O'Neill thinks he is capable of treating himself all I wish to do to you is map the extent of your injuries so that I can start to heal them. That will require us to do a full body scan, which is also what we planned to do to you anyway as our first point of reference regarding our orders from Captain Salid. I won't deliberately lie to you. I need the body scan to see the extent of your injuries, but we also need it as a base line reading to monitor you." "You may refuse to participate in any of our procedures, that is your choice, and if you do so I as the CMO will accept that however Cmdr O'Neill has his orders from Captain Salid and can override my orders if he feels it necessary. I am fairly sure that Captain Salid would agree with the Commander given the circumstances so, to be honest, you don't really have much choice in the matter. However I give you my word that we will try to be as non invasive as we can and if we have to be we will do our best to inform you beforehand so that you know what to expect. (Reply Signos) (posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1410) "As I said, Jessica, we'll explain everything. We need to get started soon, though. It's essential that we determine if you're still somehow connected to Section 31. Liam O'Neil spoke to Jessica. Jessica nodded slowly, after all Liam had never given her any reason not to trust his word. But it was what he said that caused her to think has she took her place on the bio-bed. The same bed that she brought Eian to when to when he was 2 0f 5, when he was Borg. Only to see him experimented on, to see him in pain, and pushed closer death, and it was all of her making. Was she still connected to Section 31... Was she still alive, yes. Once an agent for Section 31 there was only one way out, death. They had kept her alive for reasons that could only be guessed and speculated about. It was only a matter of time before federation intelligence would find out were she was and order her imprisoned then executed for the crimes that Lily has committed. Federation would be sure to cut there loses and see to it that any resource that Section 31 wanted was denied to them. Jessica and Lily understood that she was one such resource. She waited for Dr. Fisher and Commander O'neil to begin there test. Explain what was going to be done. It was clear that Jessica was exhausted, has she laid on the bio-bed but she couldn't find any comfort in this place. She listened to them intent on soaking in every detail of the procedure but the more she relaxed the more her body began to slip into the sweet realm of dreams. So Jessica decided to talk, to give voice her though in hopes to force herself to stay awake and see for herself what medical test would be done. "Liam," She spoke softly. "I'm sorry for what I've done to Eian. Do you think he'll ever forgive..." She paused looking for the right words to express herself. "What I've become." (reply Liam) She continued to speak using the conversation has a means to stay awake. "It's funny the Borg forced Eian into their collective has I was forced into Section 31. But it was Eian that was able to be brought back from the slavery that he was forced into. I will never be free from what I am and I accept that..." She was quite for a moment has the Doctors continued there work. "It funny the similarities, that was one of things that attracted me to him the way we could relate to each other. I still love him, you know that," She spoke to Liam. "Let him know that for me." She turned to look at Dr. Fisher, smiling weakly. "I'm sure that I will be here of quite some time. Funny I don't remember you on the Rosenante before, one of the new staff?" Jessica asked in a kind soft tone. At least she let her defensive shield drop for a few moments, but it never really far away. (reply Liam, Fisher) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 5 - 1412) Kitty was running scans in tandem with Cmdr O'Neill and whilst they were both looking for the same thing Kitty was also checking for any new injuries that their patient might have received. Doing her best to block out what was obviously a personal conversation between the patient and the Commander Kitty was jolted out of her thoughts when Jessica turned to speak to her. "I'm sure that I will be here for quite some time. Funny I don't remember you on the Rosenante before, one of the new staff?" Kitty paused and returned the smile. "Actually no, I'm returning. I used to be the Head Nurse here. I left a while ago, got my medical degree and was posted back. So if my beside manner isn't what it should be let me apologise in advance. I'm still getting used to that bit of the job." (Reply Signos iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - LT Chance Raschen - 1420) Chance headed straight for the lab when he was summoned. He entered the lab wearing his blue freighter's coveralls to see Jessica under guard. "Why was I called?" He asked the guards in general. (Reply any) "Fine. Get Nunez in here to supervise the prisoner changing into orange coveralls with socks, t-shirt, and basic underwear. No shoes, jewelry, or anything. Not even dog tags." Chance directs. (Reply any) "Because I know what I would do to escape. Now let's make this happen." (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1421) They began the body scan and gathered data, which would have to be analyzed later. Liam planned on pouring over it extensively. "Liam," Jessica spoke softly, getting his attention. "I'm sorry for what I've done to Eian. Do you think he'll ever forgive..." She paused looking for the right words to express herself. "What I've become." Liam smiled sadly at her. "Jessica, Eian's going through his own crisis right now. I'm sure he'll eventually get back to the Eian you and I knew before this mission. Once he does, his morals and methods of judgment, forgiveness, and faith will return. Until then, I can't promise anything. He's been through a lot." "It's funny the Borg forced Eian into their collective has I was forced into Section 31. But it was Eian that was able to be brought back from the slavery that he was forced into. I will never be free from what I am and I accept that..." She was quite for a moment has the Doctors continued there work. "It funny the similarities, that was one of things that attracted me to him the way we could relate to each other. I still love him, you know that," She spoke to Liam. "Let him know that for me." She turned to look at Dr. Fisher, smiling weakly. "I'm sure that I will be here of quite some time. Funny I don't remember you on the Rosenante before, one of the new staff?" Jessica asked in a kind soft tone. (reply Fisher) "I'll pass his message along. I don't see why you'll be here for an extended period of time, Jessica. Just enough time for observation." (reply Jessica) The scan was done, and it was time to begin brainwave monitoring. "Jessica, I'm going to place these sensors on your head. They won't hurt, and you can move around without any difficulty. These track your brainwaves and determine if any signals are broadcast at the same frequency. May I continue?" (reply Jessica) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - Marine Cpl Kevin Sweeny - Day 5- 1422*) Assigned to watch the Section 31 Operative like a hawk watches a field mouse, Kevin refused to take his eyes off the shapely assassin even for a moment. His partner Brad Levinsen was equally fixated upon her. They both realized that she was exceptionally dangerous and that even a moment of fantasizing or inattention could mean their last. After seeing the havoc that the other S31 Operatives had caused, both men reigned in their hormones and stuck completely to business. The doors to sickbay slid open, but Sweeny kept his eyes forward. After a moment he heard Lieutenant Raschen ask, "Why was I called?" "Sir, this woman is a section 31 operative. I believe the captain is concerned that she may be a skilled escape artist, sir!" Kevin replied in a crisp response. "Fine. Get Nunez in here to supervise the prisoner changing into orange coveralls with socks, t-shirt, and basic underwear. No shoes, jewelry, or anything. Not even dog tags." Chance directed. "No shoes sir?" Brad asked. "Because I know what I would do to escape, Now let's make this happen." Raschen replied cryptically. "Yes Sir!" Kevin shifted his weapon slightly to free up his left hand, but never shifted his gaze. He tapped his commbadge, "Sweeny to Nunez." =^=Nunez here, go ahead Marine.=^= "Sir, Lieutenant Raschen has asked me to have you report to the Iso-lab immediately, We have a dangerous prisoner and he wants a female officer present to have her change into confinement orange, sir." =^= Understood, I'm on my way. Nunez out.=^= "Lieutenant Raschen, sir. She's on her way." Sweeny reported. (reply none necessary, but welcomed) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5- 1426) Marta stepped into the Iso-Lab curious as to the identity of their hazardous prisoner. It didn't take her but a moment to realize by the woman's stance and bearing that she was beyond just dangerous, she was very highly trained, and she was wearing some sort of suit that made Marta had never seen before. Those two things piqued her curiosity. "I'm here." Marta stated evenly. "Let's get her into the changing area. We'll lock the door open and use the privacy screen." The marines indicated that she move and Marta followed closely behind, ready for whatever trouble may come her way. Once the prisoner had been directed to the curtained section, Marta ordered the marines to remain vigilant. She left her weapons with them and followed her to the changing area, then had one of the marines pull the curtain, giving them some privacy. Someone had already replicated the undergarments, jumpsuit and socks for the prisoner. "You know the drill. Strip down and place your belongings on the tray. I will then inspect you for weapons and contraband." (reply Del Santos) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - Section 31 Operative - Lucia Del Santos - Day 5 - 1428) Lucia followed the female marine into to changing area. "You know the drill. Strip down and place your belongings on the tray. I will then inspect you for weapons and contraband." Lucia simply stared at the open door until one of the marines pulled the privacy curtain over it. She then turned to the woman guarding her. "I have no weapons other that I what I surrendered and I have no contraband, however I understand that you need to check. Stripping her armour suit off piece by piece Lucia made sure to lay each piece down carefully. Finally down to a black coverall she stripped that off too and waited. "I am wearing no jewellery either since I am working and wearing identifying jewellery would simply be silly, not to mention uncomfortable beneath that suit. Now, if you wouldn't mind searching me please since it's quite chilly here and I would prefer to get dressed again as soon as possible.." (Reply Nunez) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Holodeck 4 - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1708) "And then what?" Eian's voice was weak, strained, wrought with emotion. He was cast in the shadows of the dark, eerie room, strapped down on a wooden table with leather restraints. His breathing was in short, near-panicked gasps. His mind kept flashing back to the assimilation table, and he knew full well that he could end this at any time. But the figure that stood over him possessed knowledge that needed to be in context. His recognition of the imaginary nature of this encounter was fading as his mind became more and more enveloped in the horror of the moment. He imagined sights and sounds that were not there--machinery cutting into his flesh, separating his lower legs, severing his arm, digging into his body-- --he stopped. He had missed what the figure said. "And then what?" he repeated, refusing to tell the computer to replay the moment. He needed to stay in context. He couldn't afford to move back to reality, or he'd lose what he was building. "And as I said," the figure said in a thick German accent, "I will numb your extremities to ensure your brain does not lose function from excess pain, and I will sever your other arm, and I will staunch the bleeding and place your torso in a life support tank to determine how long the human body can survive without limbs, if kept alive in all other regards." His breathing was so labored he could feel the chest strap cutting into his skin from the repeated motion of his chest cavity stretching it. He forced the waking nightmare of Borg machinery out of his mind and pushed himself to continue. "And...why...why are you doing this?" "Because it is interesting," the man answered, and stepped into the light for a moment. A Nazi Swastika caught the lamp's light and flashed the imagine into Eian's eyes, where he was sure it was burned for eternity. "You...do you have a...religious...reason for this?" The man smiled. "I am a man of science," he answered smugly. "This is an opportunity of a lifetime. I need no other reason." Eian closed his eyes in relief and then opened them again. He had what he needed from this program. "Computer," he said, and felt a tear roll down his cheek. "End program." He was set gently down on the floor of the holodeck, and he spread his arms out, immensely thankful for the freedom. He laid there motionless, staring up at the yellow-grid ceiling, his emotions weighing so heavily on him that he was unable to get up. He kept his eyes open as long as he could, because the images that would appear whenever he closed his eyes were unthinkable. He didn't know how long he laid there, but he eventually rounded up the courage necessary to continue. "Computer," he ordered, and slowly rose. "Load the fourth program." He spread his arms out, and felt himself rise in the holodeck. He was now in a sling, his arms brought toward his chest in a crossed position, his legs encased in tubes and chained to the floor. The man who stood before him had no face. He didn't enter the specs for George Hayden into the program in case Section 31 was watching. It didn't matter what the man looked like, though. The reality was the same. He took a deep breath. "Computer...execute program." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room - Day 5 - 1751) Eian hadn't taken any time after he finished his profile. He had profiled in that manner for difficult cases like this one ever since he had been introduced to the man who started it all--John Douglas. An FBI agent from the 1970s, John Douglas was a psychologist whose profile had long been entered into Holodecks and who offered many observers his knowledge of the intricacies of the criminal mind. He had one piece of advice that Eian learned in the Academy when doing a homework assignment with Douglas' hologram, and that was, "It is necessary to become both the killer *and* the victim to understand what's going on inside his head." Eian had created the 'victim' holodeck programs for the purpose of giving himself the experience he needed to know what the victims felt like. That helped him understand the motives behind the killers. He wrote his findings down on a PADD, but he expected to brief Salid in person if he managed to catch the Captain when he wasn't too busy. This was, after all, an extremely important mission. He rang the door chime and waited to be admitted. (reply Salid, assuming he lets O'Neill in) "Sir, I've finished my profile. If you've got time, I think it deserves some explanation." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1753) Ahmed sat in his ready room with the light's dimmed looking out of the portal that was his most immediate view to the activity surrounding the ship. Though still hectic, the volume of the repair activity had noticeably diminished. For the first time in weeks, Ahmed felt that everything was finally going as it should. Everything except for the problem with Section 31 and what to do to protect Signos. Ahmed realized how dangerous everything was and how little he truly knew about the level of influence that Section 31 had upon Jessica through the Lily personality. Yet despite all of that, he could see her as a good soul, one that would serve the federation faithfully and with honor. He just needed to remove whatever sway that Section 31 had over her, and the first stage of that was removing the rest of the Section 31 cell and bringing George Hayden to justice. The door to his ready room chimed, and Ahmed laid his hand on the type II phaser that rested in his lap as he turned to face the opening door. It was Lieutenant O'Neill, and that very fact made Ahmed feel much better. "Lieutenant, what do you have for me?" Ahmed asked. "Sir, I've finished my profile. If you've got time, I think it deserves some explanation." O'Neill replied. "Of course." Ahmed said as he gestured for the younger man to be seated. "Let's have it." (reply O'Neill) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1758) "Of course." Salid said as he gestured for Eian to be seated. "Let's have it." Eian sat, and passed his PADD to the Captain in case Salid wanted to follow along on the report. He found that he remembered every detail of what he had written with perfect clarity, even in the order that he had written it. He saw it in his head, actually. It was something he had never experienced before, and he had planned to see the doctor about this newfound ability that came with post-assimilation, but because of the events of today, he had never gotten around to it. "Sir, George Hayden is an average man in almost every way. He has average intelligence, not exceptionally brilliant but educated and skilled in what he does. He has average appearance, and he may have struggled with self-image when he was younger, but probably doesn't put a lot of time into how he looks now. But he knows he's different than everyone else, and he differs in one way that affects his entire view of life. He is a certifiable sociopath. He's incapable of feeling empathy for others. He has always loved science--biology in particular, if I had to guess, and maybe anatomy. Certainly psychology. He graduated with a degree in business, though, because he lives for one sole purpose--to experiment." He shuddered slightly as he flashed back to that Nazi doctor in the dark room that didn't actually exist. "He wants to experiment with others' lives, and he already knew he could self-teach most science subjects, so he took up something he knew nothing about, so he could take over his father's shoe store. He left Earth when he felt that people were catching on to who he was, and he settled here. I'm guessing he was approached by Section 31 either right after college, when he was still managing his father's shoe store, or right after he arrived here. They would have presented the job as an opportunity to experiment, to see how far he can take people." He resisted the urge to close his eyes in disgust and emotional pain, thinking about Jessica in that sling. He now shared an experience with her. The difference was that he was in total control during his. "He likely doesn't subscribe to anyone's religious or political philosophy. He doesn't much care about what happens in the universe. He's more interested in the moment, in knowledge, and in...well...blatant manipulation. It makes him feel good--it's the only thing he can do with other people that makes him feel good. It's the only way he can bond, when he's the experimenter and the person is the...specimen." He paused, took a breath, and gathered the strength to continue. "I'm projecting that what he's going to do next will largely depend on what you do. He'll consider you an adversary of unprecedented skill, for apparently figuring out by yourself what he was up to. But he'll fear that his reality is about to crash in on him, and he'll probably abandon his shoe store. He won't abandon Section 31. They mean too much to him. They're the only organization that pays him for what he does, and he doesn't want to go on the run. He'll try to engage you and challenge you. He won't want to kill you right away. He'll want to...torture you, Sir. I doubt he'll allow Jessica to make an attempt on your life. I think he'll want her to kidnap you instead, and bring you to him." He was usually pretty good at creating a poker face. It wasn't often that people knew what was going on behind his eyes, and he could easily appear sad when happy or happy when sad. But right now, there was a far deeper longing in his heart, and pain in his soul. He knew his expression reflected how troubling this particular subject was to him, but he hoped that wouldn't affect the Captain's perception of the accuracy of his report. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1800) Ahmed followed along on the PADD as Eian summarized his findings for the captain's benefit. The man was going to be dangerous, but in the end he appeared to have one final and ultimately fatal flaw. He'd want to handle Salid himself, and in so doing, he would not notify his superiors and risk that they thought ill of him. That in turn meant that he was on his own, and Ahmed realized that he held the truest trump card in play; himself. The Captain of the Rosenante nodded. "We've got him." he said simply, as he placed the PADD back down on the table between them. "He'll want to take care of me, remove me from the equation, and as you said, outright murder isn't an option for him in this case. Which means, we can make it happen at a place and time of our choosing. His psychology won't allow him to flee and it won't allow him to contact Section 31 to advise them of the danger. He'll consider the risk of failure akin to the risk of having his opportunities to experiment removed." He looked up at Eian and he noticed something was different about the man. Something enough so that he could see the change in his stance as he sat and in the confidence level that normally shone brightly behind those intelligent and thoughtful eyes. He gave his memory a quick glance, calling into immediate fact all the times that he'd spoken with Eian, and there in his mind's eye he realized what the issue was. He smiled gently. "Eian, we all suffer moments of personal crisis, where our faith seems to fail us, and we seem to be alone. Is that what you're experiencing? A crisis of faith? Something caused by being connected to the Borg Collective and having a portion of your individuality stolen from you, forcing you to conform to the rigors of becoming nothing more than a Drone?Separated from God and unable to understand why you were abandoned?" (reply Eian) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1805) The Captain seemed to study him. Eian realized he'd been 'made', but never expected the man to know exactly what was going on. It was uncanny what he said next. "Eian, we all suffer moments of personal crisis, where our faith seems to fail us, and we seem to be alone. Is that what you're experiencing? A crisis of faith? Something caused by being connected to the Borg Collective and having a portion of your individuality stolen from you, forcing you to conform to the rigors of becoming nothing more than a Drone? Separated from God and unable to understand why you were abandoned?" He was so shocked, he wasn't able to answer at first. He was going to ask how Salid knew. He knew the Captain was religious, and he wouldn't take his faith with him. What he said instead of a question and instead of the blatant truth was something in between. "I'm not sure how you knew, Sir...but..." he looked down. It was hard for him to continue. His voice shook slightly when he said, "when all you hear...is the Collective...and God's voice is silent..." he took a deep breath, and still couldn't meet his CO's eyes. "For the first time in your life...you can't help but...question." He finally looked up, his eyes filled with pain and sadness. "It's not so much a question, Sir. It's knowledge. Knowledge I would give anything to forget." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1807) "I'm not sure how you knew, Sir...but..." he looked down. It seemed difficult for him to continue. His voice shook slightly when he said, "when all you hear...is the Collective...and God's voice is silent..." he took a deep breath, and still couldn't look up. "For the first time in your life...you can't help but...question." He finally looked up, his eyes were filled with pain and sadness. "It's not so much a question, Sir. It's knowledge. Knowledge I would give anything to forget." Ahmed nodded. It was a solemn nod, one that indicated that he understood, all too well exactly what Eian meant. "I understand you, probably better than you might think. I have an edict memory, which means I never forget anything I see, hear, touch, taste, smell or feel. I see every face, of every crewmember that I've ordered to their deaths. I remember every conversation and every time I saw them in perfect detail. I remember everything, the good and the bad." Ahmed leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desktop and steepling his fingers together in contemplation. "And I ask myself how it is that a divine entity, call him God or Allah, or whatever you'd like, can allow the tremendous amount of suffering that I've seen in my life. How can he allow people to be wiped out by plagues, or for entire species to be assimilated by the Borg when it is within his power to stop it?" "For spiritual people, it has always been a matter of contention, a sticking point of their belief; that shred of doubt that creeps into their thoughts and makes them question the divine nature of God. I had that moment in my life the day that I graduated the Academy and the Admiral informed me that my father had died at the Battle of Cardassia that very day with the destruction of the USS Tripoli." "I was crushed. And I blamed Allah for betraying my trust and for not safe-guarding my father against his enemies. But most of all I was angry because I felt as if I had been betrayed by the one being I had given my entire life in service." "But then I read something that reminded me that I had not been betrayed, but that I had been selfish in my belief that Allah was fallible. And ironically it wasn't a Muslim text that gave me this insight, it was the Christian bible." Ahmed rose from his seat and walked over to the honorific that he kept in his ready room, where his Koran and prayer mat were displayed and ready for his use. He knelt, and opened a small drawer and reached inside. He withdrew a cracked black leather bound book with faded gold-edged pages. He closed the drawer and returned to his desk. The words 'Holy Bible', heavily worn, were barely visible on the cover of the tome. He placed the book between then, and easily flipped through the book until he found the passage that he was looking for. "Here, this is the first passage." He said and turned the book to Eian and then recited the passages from memory, "Romans Chapter 5, verse 3:'More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance'", He then went on to extoll a few more verses, "and Acts Chapter 14, verse 22, "Strengthening the souls of the disciples, encouraging them to continue in the faith, and saying that through many tribulations we must enter the kingdom of God." and finally my personal favorites, " First Corinthians Chapter 10, verse 13, "'No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.' and John Chapter 16, Verse 33, 'I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.'” "So you see Eian, we were never truly alone, we were being tested; our faith placed into the crucible and tempered with the fires of tribulation. Our knowledge makes us stronger. Our realization helps strengthen our faith, and our mind teaches us valuable lessons. But most importantly, our soul is renewed and rebuilt, and eventually we see that the hardest part is the feeling of failure and loneliness that we felt at our darkest hour." "We overcame, YOU overcame all the trials placed before you, you just didn't see God's hand in your victory because it is difficult to contemplate how much God carried you when you needed it most. The moment you realize that the odds were so far stacked against you ever surviving this last mission alone, you begin to see how much God was there for you all along. How he tested you and rewarded you by allowing you to come to your own decision concerning his power and glory. He showed you his strength through subtleness and if you failed to hear him or see his works in all things around you, it was because men are imperfect and they often miss the signs that God gives them." "For me, the moment that I saw the Earth and realized the tremendous scope of everything that we had been through, I realized that though I felt alone through much of the mission, I was not. Allah had given me all the tools I needed to grow in my faith and to overcome my enemies. And I suspect, if you really think about it, you'll see the same lessons shown to you by God. And more than that, he's given you an insight into the suffering of others because maybe you will have need of that experience someday, and that because of your experience you will better serve him and be better prepared for an even greater trial to come." "God has not abandoned you; And you have not abandoned him. You have simply no way to express what you truly feel, because you don't truly understand everything that transpired. And how could you? How can man know the mind of God?" (reply Eian) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1813) As he listened to the Captain, he began to think. All the events that had to come together to ensure his survival...could it be that in the absence of his ability to hear God's voice as he always had, God was instead speaking through what had gone on around him? ~How can one find God in such horror?~ he asked himself, but even as he asked the question, the Scriptures provided the answer. And how *could* man know the mind of God? For if God existed, on a purely hypothetical basis, Eian reasoned that His mind would necessarily be infinitely superior to his own. He glanced at the Captain, for the first time a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes, accompanied by a hungering, longing feeling of desperation. He needed to believe in something, to belong to something...to feel something, instead of this emptiness inside of him. "If this Word is true," he started, speaking carefully as if stepping on glass, worried that he could extinguish his own morsel of hope that he was now clinging to, "Then does that mean that God might have designed all of these circumstances for the purpose of creating a need in me to find a new way to communicate? I still can't communicate with him...I..." he paused. "Sir, my brain chemistry is changed. It's altered, and I'm worried it's never going to recover." (reply Salid iyw) "My memory is more like yours, Sir...I'm remembering things I would have never remembered before. I still have some of the Collective's knowledge in my head...I can't get rid of it." He rubbed his eyes. "I'm missing emotions I should have, especially around the topic of religion. If they can take that from me, then how can I ever reconnect with God?" He looked at Salid, studying the man for any signs of deception as he asked, "Even if God exists, if I can't feel His presence, how can I ever restore my...my relationship with Him?" (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1815) Eian hung his head. "What you say makes sense, Sir," he said, his voice full of shame. "But I can't feel it." He looked up, and held back tears. "I understand it but I can't feel it," he placed his fist on his heart. "They took that from me." "The Borg are mortal beings Eian, they can't take anything away from you that God put there. I think that right now you're in a sort of spiritual shock. Give it time and prayer and you'll recover. Just have faith." Ahmed replied. "I know I need no confirmation for faith, but...I have no pleasure from it anymore. I..." he stopped. "Maybe I need to start praying. Maybe God will give me a miracle." "He very well may." Ahmed agreed with a nod. Eian nodded. "Thank you for talking to me, Sir. I apologize for taking up your time." "I always have time for my crew Eian. Regardless of what the problem is. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now that we've come to a point and you have a lot to consider concerning faith, I think we should discuss my plan to capture Hayden." "I need you to put together a means by which I can be used as bait and captured by Hayden well enough to lock him into a location. Once we have him, you'll need to rescue me. I need to draw him out to handle me, and I think I can do that through Del Santos." (reply Eian) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1816*) "If this Word is true," he started, speaking carefully "Then does that mean that God might have designed all of these circumstances for the purpose of creating a need in me to find a new way to communicate? I still can't communicate with him...I..." he paused. "Sir, my brain chemistry is changed. It's altered, and I'm worried it's never going to recover." "Your brain is part of your body. It does not control your soul. Nothing can be done to your body that will affect your soul Eian. You're just in need of time to realize that for yourself. The roar of your thoughts are like waves against the rocks. They thunder and their noise overcomes the whispers of Allah." "We all have changes in brain chemistry. Every day. Sometimes it's more dramatic than others, but it will stabilize and you will find that you will be able to live with the changes. What sort of changes have you observed?" Ahmed inquired. "My memory is more like yours, Sir...I'm remembering things I would have never remembered before. I still have some of the Collective's knowledge in my head...I can't get rid of it." He rubbed his eyes. "I'm missing emotions I should have, especially around the topic of religion. If they can take that from me, then how can I ever reconnect with God?" He looked at Salid, as if studying him as he asked, "Even if God exists, if I can't feel His presence, how can I ever restore my...my relationship with Him?" Ahmed nodded. "Ask yourself this: Why do you suddenly believe that God no longer exists? You spent your entire life knowing that he did, but now after a few weeks you suddenly know that he does not? Your experiences should logically dictate to you that God Still exists, because you have more experience of his existence than you do of his non-existence." "And just because we can not see something does not make it any less real. Your faith is not dependent upon thought. Your own Bible tells you in Hebrews Chapter 11, Verse 1, 'Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.'" "Is it not also reasonable to say that you need not have confirmation in God to have faith in him? As for your ability to remember, that is not always a terrible thing, there will be moments of beauty that you will treasure always and because you can not forget they will comfort you in your old age, and they will bring you peace in turbulent seas. Give it time, Eian, and begin simply, with prayer. As the act of prayer in itself is as much for you as it is for God. Since God already knows your heart and soul." Ahmed smiled, "Besides, in what world without your God, would a Muslim try to restore your faith in your own God rather than convert you to Islam? Consider that fact." "And if you still doubt me, ask your father. He loves you more than you may realize, and he would never purposely lie to you. Ask him if God exists. He will tell you the truth." (reply Eian) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1819) Eian easily shifted gears. One thing the Borg hadn't taken from him was his hyperactivity, and ability to multitask. He nodded at the Captain's suggestion. "If she requests his permission to assassinate you, Sir, he'll deny her request and show up on the station." He thought for a moment. "If we plan to transport Del Santos to a secure facility, and have you personally escort her onto the transport, my guess is that Hayden will have Jessica ambush the escort, kidnap you, and hijack the transport to take the three of you to Hayden. Then he'd never have to show up on the station--he'd feel safer, and he'd feel like he's accomplishing something." He quickly interrupted himself. "But we make this obvious, Sir. We have to put some security measures in place, like Jessica will need to be guarded on the other side of the station, and you'll need to be escorted with a contingent of security officers. Jessica will know where the ghost suits are being kept, in an evidence locker, and she'll be able to get her hands on one. But there's no guarantee that she'll see that as necessary to take out the security contingent, especially when Del Santos will start to help once she realizes what's going on." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1820) "Ask yourself this: Why do you suddenly believe that God no longer exists? You spent your entire life knowing that he did, but now after a few weeks you suddenly know that he does not? Your experiences should logically dictate to you that God Still exists, because you have more experience of his existence than you do of his non-existence." "And just because we can not see something does not make it any less real. Your faith is not dependent upon thought. Your own Bible tells you in Hebrews Chapter 11, Verse 1, 'Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.'" "Is it not also reasonable to say that you need not have confirmation in God to have faith in him? As for your ability to remember, that is not always a terrible thing, there will be moments of beauty that you will treasure always and because you can not forget they will comfort you in your old age, and they will bring you peace in turbulent seas. Give it time, Eian, and begin simply, with prayer. As the act of prayer in itself is as much for you as it is for God. Since God already knows your heart and soul." Ahmed smiled, "Besides, in what world without your God, would a Muslim try to restore your faith in your own God rather than convert you to Islam? Consider that fact." "And if you still doubt me, ask your father. He loves you more than you may realize, and he would never purposely lie to you. Ask him if God exists. He will tell you the truth." Eian hung his head. "What you say makes sense, Sir," he said, his voice full of shame. "But I can't feel it." He looked up, and held back tears. "I understand it but I can't feel it," he placed his fist on his heart. "They took that from me." (reply Salid iyw) "I know I need no confirmation for faith, but...I have no pleasure from it anymore. I..." he stopped. "Maybe I need to start praying. Maybe God will give me a miracle." (reply Salid) Eian nodded. "Thank you for talking to me, Sir. I apologize for taking up your time." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - ACSO Lt. Viskhard - Day 5, 2024) Ahmed spoke next, "Jasmin was the one that discovered the pathogen and is going to get to name it." Visk's eyes shifted to an excited blue-green, "Ah, well. I suppose congratulations are in order. I will be looking forward the reading the reports and will make a note to keep an eye on Science and Medical data coming from the Pangaea." The prospect of new areas of study always excited the skinny, slightly nervous Denobulan, however, he was aware that a party wasn't necessarily the best place to continue a conversation about research, so he switched tracks. "I wonder, Captain, Doctor, do either of you play Kotra? I've become fond of the game and have been looking for others with which to play." Both Jasmin and Ahmed shook their head. "Can't say I've ever heard of it Viskhard. Is it a strategy game? I'm interested to learn more." Salid stated. Visk smiled again, "It is indeed a strategy game. It's an old Cardassian one - mostly the tactics of the game are straightforward, but if played well one can managed to create havoc on the other player before they even realize it. I find it a challenge to learn." (reply Salid, Jasmin, any) Visk shook his head, "I have been playing against simulated opponents, but the nature of a flesh and blood opponent is very much appealing to me." (reply Salid, Jasmin, any) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 5, 2026) Visk smiled again, "It is indeed a strategy game. It's an old Cardassian one - mostly the tactics of the game are straightforward, but if played well one can managed to create havoc on the other player before they even realize it. I find it a challenge to learn." Ahmed nodded. "It sounds intriguing. You'll have to teach me how to play sometime. I think I'd enjoy it a great deal. Have you been playing long?" Visk shook his head, "I have been playing against simulated opponents, but the nature of a flesh and blood opponent is very much appealing to me." "Then it sounds like we are in agreement. I'll do some research on the game once we get underway and we can see how well I pick it up." (reply Viskhard) Jasmin stood, still clutching his arm, smiling like a radiant beam of light. It was comforting to know that they had remained friends despite his sudden disappearance. "I'll gladly send you the medical data from the Pangaea." She offered Viskhard, I have a hard time keeping anything this exciting to myself. Your observations would be welcomed. (reply Viskhard) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson, 2O/COPS, Day 5, 2051) Tom smiled slightly as the ambassador turned down the Jackson's request to be their child's godfather. It seemed to Tom Dralar was confused about what Tom and Dahlia wanted. "Ambassador, may I explain further?" Jackson asked. (Reply: Ambassador Dralar) "Ambassador, in the Terran family traditions a godfather is the individual whom, with the child' parental blessings, endeavors to teach the child the best things of all cultures" Tom paused allowing the ambassador to ask questions he might have. (Reply: Dralar) "It is our wish that when our child is of the proper age you would grace our family with the wisdom of the Skorr" Dahlia added. (Reply: Ambassador) (Posted By: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - Ambassador- Dralar, Day 5, 2052) Dralar watched as Tom smiled. ~So I was correct, it was a matter of pride.~ The Skorr thought to himself. "Ambassador, may I explain further?" Jackson asked. "Certainly commander, I would prefer it." "Ambassador, in Terran family traditions a godfather is the individual whom, with the child's parental blessings, endeavors to teach the child the best things of all cultures" Tom paused. "I see," Dralar said with a click of his beak and a slight bobbing of his head. "So more of a mentor rather than a priest sacrificing the child? A sort of instructor." "It is our wish that when our child is of the proper age you would grace our family with the wisdom of the Skorr" Dahlia added. The Ambassador gave it some consideration for a moment. "If I am to teach the child properly, then he or she would need to study on Skorria when they reach an appropriate age. And on Skorria, we do not teach our own children directly. They are taught by the elders of our communities, so that they always learn as a large group. In this way they build bonds that will last their entire lives with their compatriots and their mentors. Skorr Children begin their education when they reach the age of three years, so I will be pleased to introduce your child to our ways when they have achieved that age." Dralar stated. (reply Jacksons) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom LCDR and Dahlia Jackson. 2O/COPS Day 2057) Tom explained the godfather concept a bit further to the Ambassador. Dralar nodded and added “More of a mentor rather than a priest sacrificing a child. An instructor of sorts”. ”Precisely Ambassador,” Tom said in agreement. (Reply: Ambassador) The ambassador moved onto greet others at the event. Tom and Dahlia talked. Tom and Dahlia were excited by the multitude of species their child would get to experience. Tom was glad he lived in the 24th century. He loved history and wondered what his ancestor Thomas ‘Stonewall’ Jackson would think of this time? Surely, Stonewall would remark that wars still occurred. Tom had to agree that was the down side of his time. He supposed that wars would probably always be an event occurring as long as humanoids existed. Jackson was gazing off into the crowd. Dahlia by now used to her husband’s moods asked “Anything the matter my love?” Tom smiled and replied “I was wondering my ancestors would say about our world? Would they be envious or disturbed? I am envious of the early starship crew. Each new mission was a chance to learn now things meet new people”. Dahlia replied “I think in many ways they’d be envious Thomas. Maybe my love you’ll get to explore as you long to do”. Grinning Tom took her delicate hand and replied ” Well, anywhere you are I am happy to be there with you.” He wondered if the Rose’s ever remarked on the change in their second officer. (Reply: None) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 - 2126) Lo'ren gave a serene semi-formal nod, "Good Evening Lieutenant. I am Lieutenant Lo'ren T'Vof, how are you finding the evening so far?" Ael smiled her most diplomatic smile since everything about this woman shouted diplomat and Ael still remembered enough of her formal training in her early years to reciprocate in kind. "I must admit I find it confusing. I did not expect an invite and keep expecting someone to tap me on the shoulder and ask me to leave to be honest." Lo'ren sipped the flavourful drink in her hands, "Are you attached to a particular ship, Miss T'Rillian?" Ael smiled. "Well to be honest. I was nominally attached to the USS Boudicca, but only because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time during their last mission. I'm simply waiting for clearance from Captain Salid to leave Geneva and head back to Earth." Lo'ren nodded, "I am officially attached to the Strategic Operations office aboard Geneva, however, I deal a lot with confused, frustrated or upset diplomatic envoys, so I chose more diplomatic dress rather than my Starfleet whites." Ael smiled and nodded her head in understanding. Personally I was on leave when I was co-opted to aid the Boudicca and the Rosenante and I decided that since I was on leave, I would stay on leave and opted for formal Romulan." (Reply T'Vof iyw) I'm currently assigned to the Academy as an instructor. However the Diplomatic Service intrigues me. Perhaps, if you would be kind, you might remember me sometime in the future." (Reply T'Vof) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 - 2207) Finally realising that she was going to get nowhere until she spoke to Captain Salid in person Ael crossed the floor towards him and stopping in front of him smiled. "Captain, I'm not sure if you remember me but might I have a moment of your time please." (Reply Salid) "I apolgise for having to bring this up. Captain Durand assured me that he would raise this issue with you, but I have heard nothing from either of you yet. I was supposed to report back to Star Fleet Academy a week ago. I asked Captain Durand for permission to leave at least two weeks ago and he told me that you held the finally authority on that and that he would raise the matter with you. I have heard nothing from either of you since then and I am simply wondering when I might be released." (Reply Salid) "Also Sir, given that my orders to help you came from the Romulan Senate. There is the small matter of the report that I was due to send them. I gave it to Captain Durand as a matter of course so that he could look it over and he told me that he would raise it with you. I know that this is not the ideal time to raise the issue, but might I have, say, half an hour tomorrow to discuss this Sir please?" (Reply Salid iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1832) “Okay, that’s easy enough.” David started saying. “Tell me Kitty; are you familiar with the ‘K.I.S.S.’ method? You know, ‘Keep It Simple…’” Nodding Kitty allowed him to continue. “Well, years ago during my first time in the fleet I did up a program when I served as a Yeoman on the El Caney. Simple data-base program for inventory, I can get you set up on that and then it is a simple case of when you accept delivery of or authorize removal of something from your inventory, the program will automatically update your numbers. Then once a month you just do a recount to double check and you are good to go. I don't want to deal with any medical records though.” Kitty smiled and shook her head. "Well you could. But I'm pretty sure you know the old joke. I'd probably have to shoot you afterwards." Before she could continue David carried on speaking. “I can have it set up and running before maybe 2200 hours tonight if you are interested. If you don't mind my linking your inventory to mine, it could be completed faster. Then I can assist in putting your Duty Roster together, but I shouldn't do it all for you.” Kitty simply sat behind the desk smiling and trying not to let her smile turn into a full blown grin. But eventually she could not hold it in any longer and had to hold up her hand to stop him speaking. "David, please, forgive me, I am not being rude and I keep forgetting that you are new to this ship. I however, am not. Before I became a doctor I was the Head Nurse on this ship and have served under three different CMO's here. Each and every one of them had some variation of the system you mention in place and I am used to it from my perspective of Head Nurse. What I am not used to is the sheer amount of other information that the CMO has to deal with on a day to day basis." "You know when I first came aboard this ship I used to think that the CMOs used this office as somewhere that they could escape to when times got rough. Now I know better. It's not an escape, it's a prison and I now totally understand why Josh put a pull out bed in here and why no-one else who took over had it removed. There should be a sign over the door saying 'Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.' or at the very least "Abandon all Free Time.' It's Like Alice Through the Looking Glass. Once you're in you don't get out until you've made it to the other side." (Reply David iyw) Kitty sighed. "It's not the inventory. I know how to deal with that. It's not even the staffing. I know how to deal with that too. Basically its the three thousand other pieces of information that come across this desk on a daily basis. Tell me, you're a department head, how do you process all the rest of the stuff?" (Reply David) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CSO-LT David M. Tamblyn- 1835) "David, please forgive me, I am not being rude and I keep forgetting that you are new to this ship. I however, am not. Before I became a doctor I was the Head Nurse on this ship and have served under three different CMO's here. Each and every one of them had some variation of the system you mention in place and I am used to it from my perspective of Head Nurse. What I am not used to is the sheer amount of other information that the CMO has to deal with on a day to day basis." "You know when I first came aboard this ship I used to think that the CMOs used this office as somewhere that they could escape to when times got rough. Now I know better. It's not an escape, it's a prison and I now totally understand why Josh put a pull out bed in here and why no-one else who took over had it removed. There should be a sign over the door saying 'Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.' or at the very least "Abandon all Free Time.' It's Like Alice Through the Looking Glass. Once you're in you don't get out until you've made it to the other side." “I suggest one of each. Put the second over your office door and the first over the enterance.” David quipped with a smirk. Kitty sighed. "It's not the inventory. I know how to deal with that. It's not even the staffing. I know how to deal with that too. Basically it’s the three thousand other pieces of information that come across this desk on a daily basis. Tell me, you’re a department head, how do you process all the rest of the stuff?" David took a moment to concider the good Doctor’s problem. Then after a minute “I have found that only about half of what comes across my desk is actually for my department. From there I catagorize and deligate everything that is a specific scientific study to the appropriate individual that has that specialty. I am a cross between an Historian, a Librarian, and a Manager.” (Reply Fisher iyw) “I myself deal with everything else that is for specifically the department head or isn’t deligated out. This means I only deal with about 25-30 percent of what actually hits my desk.” He then leaned back in his seat and looked intently at kitty not knowing what to expect. (Reply Fisher) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1837) “I suggest one of each. Put the second over your office door and the first over the entrance.” David quipped with a smirk. Kitty laughed. "Maybe I should do it the other way around. I'm pretty sure we would get a lot less patients with the first one above the door." David took a moment to concider the good Doctor’s problem. Then after a minute “I have found that only about half of what comes across my desk is actually for my department. From there I catagorize and deli gate everything that is a specific scientific study to the appropriate individual that has that specialty. I am a cross between an Historian, a Librarian, and a Manager.” “I myself deal with everything else that is for specifically the department head or isn't delegated out. This means I only deal with about 25-30 percent of what actually hits my desk.” He then leaned back in his seat and looked intently at kitty not knowing what to expect. Kitty sat there regarding him and finally smiled. "You know something David. You are so right. My relief will be her in," she gazed up at the clock that had stopped working, smiled and picked up the pile of padds and dumping them back in her in box smiled at him, "around five minutes. Tell me David, do you like to sail, or dance or what. Tell me what you like to do and lets go do it. I need out of this rabbit hole even if it's only for a while." What would you like to do?" (Reply Tamblyn) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - CSO - Lt (sg) David Tamblyn - 1840) “Tell me David, do you like to sail, or dance or what. Tell me what you like to do and lets go do it. I need out of this rabbit hole even if it's only for a while." What would you like to do?" "How would you like to see a Shakespeare's Julius Caesar or The Phantom of the Opera from box seats?" David asked hopefully. (Reply Fisher iyw) "We can ride horses to the theater." (Reply Fisher) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCMO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 10 - 1842) "How would you like to see Shakespeare's Julius Caesar or The Phantom of the Opera from box seats?" David asked hopefully. Kitty's eyes lit up. "The Phantom of the Opera. Truly? Dear lord I'd sit in the back row of the God's to see that, never mind box seats" (Reply Tamblyn iyw) "We can ride horses to the theater." Kitty hesitated for a few moments and then grinned. "Well David, the thing is.. I've never ridden a horse in my life. Boats yes, skis yes, but horses, sorry, no." (Reply Tamblyn) (Posted by Marilyn) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - SO- Ensign Eva Saint Jean - Day 12- 1415) "I'm sorry I just got a little distracted. What are you gonna have? Whats good?" "I'm thinking an order of the cradelek crab cakes and some Abrigarian Gumbo." Eva replied, "the sea food here is amazing." As she responded he looked over her shoulder to the viewing port in the wall. The large rectangular area allowed a view into space and into one of the repair bays which happened to be housing the the Boudicca. After a moment, Henry to grabbed his head with both hands. He looked back up as Eva looked over in his direction with concern. "You okay, Henry?" Eva asked. "I am alright, the strangest thing just happened. I was looking out to the Boudicca wondering how the outer repairs were going and instantly my implant magnified to a degree where everything on the outside of the ship was visible." "Why is that strange, I thought it was one of the functions that the eye offered." Eva asked. "It's just weird because I didn't activate it verbally. It was like because I thought about a magnified view the ocular implant just activated on it's own." "Ah... I see." She replied with a nod, "Well, it is integrated into your nervous system, Henry. It's not impossible to believe that the microprocessors in the eye are able to interpret your nerve impulses and respond accordingly." That seemed to appease Henry for the time being, since he changed the subject. "I am really sorry for disrupting the atmosphere of this place. Lets get back to our meals." Eva nodded. She took a drink from her water glass to wet her too-dry mouth before speaking again. "Henry, I've been thinking, about us." She finally said. (reply Henry) "You know, about what's going to happen with us, and whether we should pursue a relationship or not. And I..." she paused, "God knows I've had a marvelous time with you. You're a great guy, smart... funny..." (reply Henry) "It's not that I don't care for you henry, but I thought I was transferring to the Boudicca where we could spend time together, but..." Another pause. "But I received contrary orders this morning. I'm to remain aboard the Rosenante as part of Mike's team. My transfer has been revoked." (reply Henry) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1427) The conversation made an appropriate change for the better as Eva brought the subject of their relationship into light. "Henry, I've been thinking, about us." She finally said. "Well that is a good thing, isn't it?" He let the thought linger before anything else was said. "You know, about what's going to happen with us, and whether we should pursue a relationship or not. And I..." she paused, "God knows I've had a marvelous time with you. You're a great guy, smart... funny..." Before he answered he had a flash of memories run past his mind. The run they recently shared on the starbase, the fun from the Valentine's day they shared, and even the kiss they shared on New Years Eve all replayed in an instant and disappeared just as fast. He leaned back in his chair as a smile appeared on his face. "You know that I have had the same thoughts. Your amazingly beautiful and smart. The time we have shared together has been astonishing and I only wish that I had met you before I did. I have no idea why we have waited until now to discuss a serious relationship." "It's not that I don't care for you henry, but I thought I was transferring to the Boudicca where we could spend time together, but..." Another pause. "But I received contrary orders this morning. I'm to remain aboard the Rosenante as part of Mike's team. My transfer has been revoked." Henry had no idea how to respond to the news that was just given to him. He could only think of how something wrong had been done to him, as if he was just robbed at gun point and had no say in what was transpiring. What he did know was that he was angry and upset about it all. "What do you mean? I was there at the assembly. You and your team were granted a transfer to the Boudicca!" (reply Eva) Her response did not compute with him and he was going to get to the bottom of the entire situation. He knew that Commander Caskie would have a definite answer to what was going on. "Trust me on this Eva I am going to find out what has happened. Please excuse me." He stood up from the table, kissed her on her forehead and departed from the bistro. As his step quickened he tapped his commbadge. "Jacobs to Commander Caskie" (reply Caskie) "Yes ma'am if possible I would like to talk to you as soon as possible." (reply Caskie) "Where would you have me meet you ma'am?" (reply Caskie) Tapping his badge to close the channel he continued walking to meet his Commander. (REPLY EVA, CASKIE) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - LVL 53 - Abrigarian Bistro - SO- Ensign Eva Saint Jean - Day 12- 1428) "What do you mean?" Henry asked in a surprisingly brusque tone, "I was there at the assembly. You and your team were granted a transfer to the Boudicca!" Eva nodded. "Yes, I was there also, remember?" She replied a bit waspishly, "But Starfleet command, especially BUPERS has decided to rescind that decision and there's not a lot I can do about it." She frowned, "It's certainly not the first time that someone changed their mind about assignments, Henry. I mean, you're part of the same fleet I am, certainly you've seen this sort of thing happen before." "Trust me on this Eva I am going to find out what has happened. Please excuse me." He stood up from the table, kissed her on her forehead and departed from the bistro with a quick step. Eva was shocked at his sudden departure. After all, they'd only been dating for a few weeks. ~A few very short wonderful weeks~ she thought, ~Hardly long enough for that sort of reaction~ It took a moment for her mind to catch up. ~Unless he's fallen...~ She shook her head softly in an attempt to clear her mind. ~That would be just wretched.~ she concluded just as the server brought their meals to the table. "Will the Gentleman be returning, ma'am?" She asked then. Eva gave her a slight smile and stated simply, "I think he'll try to, but he probably won't be able to any time soon." "I see." "Can you box this up for me? I've suddenly lost my appetite and should be heading back to the ship." Eva added. "Certainly." (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 12 - 1429) Josh was going over the repair schedule and update reports when her comm sounded. =/\=Jacobs to Commander Caskie.=/\= Tapping her own comm Josh replied. "Caskie here Ensign. Can I help you.?" Even before the words were out of her mouth she shook her head since it was highly unlikely that he was calling her to discuss the weather. She didn't have to wait long for his reply. =/\= Yes ma'am if possible I would like to talk to you as soon as possible.=/\= Josh wondering if there was a problem with his eye decided to see him immediately. "I can spare some time now if you're free Ensign." =/\= Where would you have me meet you ma'am? =/\= "I'm in my temporary quarters on Geneva Station. The computer will give you directions. I'll see you shortly Ensign. Caskie out." Convinced that it must have something to do with his recent operation Josh called up his records and waited for him to arrive. (Reply Jacobs) (Posted by Marilyn) ======================================================= (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0747) Though Ben was involved in a serious situation, and Marah's safety was at stake, Sanok could not help being fascinated with the aspects of the ch'mok. He was certain he wouldn't have time, but he would have liked to talk with Klagth about it, to learn how it came about and how it evolved into what it was today. Once the eating of the liver paste began, Sanok could see that Ben was not going to do well. Being of a smaller stature than a Nausican, Ben was at a disadvantage going in. His immediate reaction to the paste told Sanok that it would come down to the third phase, a fight with Turok, which could turn out to be more dangerous than the dagger beast hunt. "Phase two goes to Turok. Phase three will be held tomorrow evening here at the arena," said Matan. The Council rose as one, and accompanied by their Axtian escorts, left the arena. Turok and Shren celebrated their victory, mocking Ben before they left. Sanok wondered if it would be a violation of everything being a Starfleet officer stood for, if he punched Shren and pulled out his antennae. Moving across the arena, Sanok joined Ben, dropping to one knee. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, he brought a small capsule out of his pocket. "I purchased this from the doctor. It will counter the ill affects of the liver paste and help purge the rest of the toxins from your body. You should be better in less than an hour." (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0749) Ben looked up as he heard footsteps approaching, Sanok knelt beside him and glanced around quickly before removing something from one of his pockets. "I purchased this from the doctor. It will counter the ill affects of the liver paste and help purge the rest of the toxins from your body. You should be better in less than an hour." Sanok said passing the capsule. Ben wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and took the capsule. "Your a life saver." He said. "Thank you." Ben swallowed the capsule and let it sit in his stomach several minutes before moving, he didn't want to take the chance that he would throw up again. When he was fairly confident he could stand without falling over he slowly got to his feet. "Killing the dagger beast was easier then eating it's liver." He joked. "Looks like this is going to the finals, another fight with a Nausicaan." Ben walked over to the stands and sat down, the sweating had stopped and the dizziness was passing. The nausea was still present but not as severe as before. After all this he hoped he prevailed against Turok, he'd hate to think he did all this suffering for nothing. "If I lose the fight tomorrow we're back to square one. Turok will never tell us where Marah is if he wins the ch'mok." He said. He just wished that Marah wanted to be found, five years was a long time. How would she react if he was able to find her? Would she be happy or would she be angry? He just wanted the chance to find the answer to those questions. (reply Sanok iyw) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - Visitor Quarters - Captain Calvin Capps - 07:00) Calvin's eyes blinked open and closed repeatedly as his ears rang with the sound of the alarm. He rolled on to his back and flopped his arms out to their respective sides; forming his body into a lower case t. He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for seconds before he realized that today may be the proudest day of his career. Today the USS Boudicca will be given to him. He was her newest Commanding Officer. The exciting thoughts drove Calvin into overdrive and he suddenly jumped to his feet. The carpet beneath them felt soft and comfortable. He hoped the padding on the Boudicca was up to the same standard. He began the same morning routine he has been following for years including his morning exercise program. He was 31 and was already feeling marginally slower than he was when he was a little younger. It actually wasn't his age at all that made Calvin feel slower. The fact is, in the past 6 years, including the time jump of the 52nd fleet, he has been injured on two separate occasions that has caused extensive damage to his body and allowed him to log in nearly 900 hours in sickbay. With the routine finished Calvin looks into a full length mirror. He investigates his new command uniform with the 4 solid gold pips on the right side of his collar. Happy with the status of his uniform he turns on the balls of his shoes, which were cleaned and shined last night, and heads towards the door. (USS Rosentante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 08:00) Calvin stood in front of the ready room door and pressed the chime button. He waited patiently for a reply. (reply Salid) Captain Capps stepped into the ready room with his arms behind his back. "Captain Salid." He extended his hand toward the Captain. "How are you?" (reply Salid) (posted by Calvin) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Promenade Level - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson 2O/COPS Day 16 0705) They had risen early. The skeletal staff had been told where he would be if the 2nd Officer were needed. His 'sixth sense' was tingling in a most unique way. He sensed changes of some type were in the air! Dahlia's bouts with morning sickness had subsided and she was ravenous! She suggested they eat at a place reminiscent of what old earth called a 'Truck Stop'. It had something called a breakfast bar. Tom thought ~ Breakfast at a bar?~ but kept silent. He was glad she wanted to go out and indulged his beloved. Jackson was glad his love was feeling more like her usual self. Her 'baby bulge' was a bit more pronounced. His world was so full that the surely the Supreme Deity had blessed him for a reason. They entered the 'Long Haul' and were soon seated near an overlook gazing out on the Promenade. Dahlia caught Tom gazing off. "Thomas, a latinum strip for your thoughts" she teased. Tom's eyes blinked and his focus return to her. He smiled and looked at her intently. "Oh sorry, I was day dreaming. I have this really, really strong feeling something big is about to occur" Tom replied. Tom grinned his sheepish grin Dahlia nodded adding " Strange you should say that dear. I had a dream about your career. It was indistinct but it was something you never thought you'd get". Just then the waitress arrived and took their orders. (Reply: any who wish) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 16 - 0715) Eian was just back from his morning run and had taken a quick shower in his quarters before heading to a diner someone had recommended. It was supposed to look like something called a 'Truck Stop.' Having grown up in space and having only been to Earth for vacation and when he was a very small child, Eian had no idea what a 'Truck Stop' was, but the person who told him about it had assured him that he'd enjoy the experience. So he headed there for a new adventure. Over the last few days he had been focused on renewing himself in more ways than one. He had delved into history studies, his joy for that practice having taken on new life as he explored the facets of human history that had always captured his imagination and allowed him to relate his own life and the events around him to other times and places. He had spent a lot of time trying to understand Scripture, finding that he was able to memorize scenes from the Bible that he experienced on the holodeck. He had also spent a lot of time with his father, and sometime today his brother was coming back from Starbase 989, his charity project finished. Eian didn't just *feel* like a new man. He recognized with great understanding that he *was* a new man. He walked into the diner with confidence, and spotted Tom Jackson and his wife. He smiled and waved to them, and approached. "Do you mind if I join you, Sir, Ma'am?" (reply Jacksons) Eian obliged, and took a seat on the bench next to them. They were overlooking the Promenade, and he began to people-watch, one of his favorite ways to multitask. "What kind of food do they serve here?" (reply Jacksons) Eian nodded, and the waitress approached to take his order. He decided to have some eggs with a side of pancakes and bacon, as well as an orange juice. (reply Jacksons) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16 - 0805) Ahmed had been sitting looking over the latest reports for the Rosenante's repairs and re-crewing schedules as she sipped a cup of freshly brewed Ethiopian coffee, when his door chime sounded. He placed his cup on the desktop alongside the PADD he had been reviewing when the door to the ready room automatically slid open. There standing in the doorway was a man wearing Captain's pips. He remembered meeting him once a very long time ago, and so recognized the man without problem. "Come in Captain" Ahmed said as he rose to his feet to greet the newcomer. Captain Capps entered the compartment with a slight spring in his step. He was smiling broadly and he extended his hand in greeting. "Captain Salid." He said in a rich timbered voice, "How are you?" Ahmed smiled, "I'm well captain Capps. And yourself?" (reply Capps) "Please have a seat. Would you care from some fresh brewed Ethiopian Coffee? It's not replicated." (reply Capps) Ahmed poured more coffee, being certain to top off his own cup as he settled back into his seat. "How was your trip to Geneva? Last I heard you were still stationed aboard the Spectre. How's captain T'vor these days?" (reply Capps) "That's good. I'm glad all is well. And for you, what is it I can do for you today Captain, although I suspect that I already know the answer." (reply Capps) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1855) After the second phase of the ch'mok challenge, Ben and Turok had again been placed in secure quarters, separate from everyone else. The Council had been taking this challenge very seriously, so they wanted to set a clear precedent in case anyone else initiated the ch'mok in the future. As far as Sanok was concerned, all that mattered to him, was that this one was fair. What happened after he and Ben left, hopefully to never return again, was up to the inhabitants. During most of the day, Sanok had been in the woods, sitting on a rock next to a stream, meditating and preparing for the fight that evening. It was the same place he had been the last time he and Ben had been on Axtis over five years ago, the place he had thought long and hard in trying to solve the murder of Kavol, Turok's brother. It was amazing how things worked out sometimes. Something as routine as shore leave and a martial arts tournament, had turned into a series of events that changed his and Ben's lives. The mood in town was of great excitement and anticipation. Everyone was hoping to see the ch'mok go its full three phases, and they had gotten what they wanted. Everyone had been talking about what was going to happen, and most expected Ben to be pummeled. Betting had been fierce. The arena was opened to the public an hour before the fight, and it filled to capacity minutes later. As Ben's aid, Sanok was again permitted to be with him before the fight, but he had been carefully searched. He stood quietly against a wall as Ben went through his preparation. When his friend had finished, Sanok spoke. "I spoke with Klagth earlier. He offered some advice about fighting Turok. He said Turok does fight like a typical Nausican, using his size and strength to finish off his opponent as quickly as possible. However, he is generally not as skilled as Kavol was, and not as vicious. Kavol enjoyed destroying people in the arena, while Turok fights to win and likes to fight, but he doesn't make it sadistic. Either way, you must be very careful." As with the dagger beast, Sanok had resolved to intervene if it was necessary. He was not going to allow Ben to be killed or permanently injured. Axtis and the ch'mok, be damned. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1857) "I spoke with Klagth earlier. He offered some advice about fighting Turok. He said Turok does fight like a typical Nausican, using his size and strength to finish off his opponent as quickly as possible. However, he is generally not as skilled as Kavol was, and not as vicious. Kavol enjoyed destroying people in the arena, while Turok fights to win and likes to fight, but he doesn't make it sadistic. Either way, you must be very careful." Sanok said. "Careful only gets you so far my friend." Ben answered. "I will try to be careful, Turok's advantage is his size. He'll go for the quick win but I'll tire him out, I just have to keep away from him until he's worn himself down and then I can take him." A gong sounded signaling it was time to head to the fighting area, Ben turned to leave the room and left Sanok to head to the stands. Walking down the corridor Ben could hear people chanting, sounded like the place was packed and they were all excited to see what happens. Stepping out into the arena he saw the crowd, you couldn't squeeze another person in the stands, the building was packed from floor to rafters. He heard a few boo's as people began to notice him. Turok entered a moment later to the sound of cheers, clearly the crowd favorite. The gong sounded twice more and the crowd grew silent. Matan stood and spoke. "Phase three of the ch'mok will now begin." Ben turned to face Turok and bowed, the Nausicaan barely acknowledged him other then grunting. The gong sounded again indicating the match had begun. Turok wasted no time, he rushed in immediately looking to catch him off guard. Ben moved to the side and stuck his foot out tripping his opponent, Turok hit the ground hard in a spray of dust, normally he'd allow his opponent to get back up but the only rules to this fight was no killing and no weapons. Ben ran to Turok just as he was pushing himself up and kicked his arms out from under him causing him to hit the ground again. Turok howled in rage and grabbed one of Ben's legs before he had a chance to move and yanked him down as well. Both fighters got back to their feet and squared of again, Turok made a round house swing which Ben ducked and countered with an upper cut of his own. Turoks head went back and when it came back down he spat blood on the ground and lunged at Ben grabbing him around the waist and lifting him off the ground. He began squeezing and Ben could feel the pressure and the air leaving his body, he raised his arms and balled his hands into fists which he slammed into both of Turok's ears. This was very painful for most species and Nausicaan's proved to be no different, Turok released his iron grip and Ben fell to the ground landing on his feet. A split second later he was airborne again and planted a flying spin kick to the side of Turok's head. Unfortunately Turok was able to recover before Ben could reacquire his target, He felt a boot hit him in the center of his back driving him to the ground once again. Ben got back up and the pair continued the dance for almost an hour, Ben was surprised by Turok's stamina. Both were bleeding, limping and beginning to tire. Then things went wrong, Turok knocked Ben to the ground again. Ben managed to take him off his feet with a sweep kick but the Nausicaan was able to recover quicker then he was. When he got up and turned to face Turok he threw a handful of sand in Ben's face, now temporarily blinded he was at the Nausicaan's mercy. He felt a fist strike his stomach, then his ribs and then his face. Then he felt himself being grabbed and lifted up again but this time not to be crushed, he suddenly felt air passing his face more quickly then he would have liked and then he struck the ground. Turok was upon him before he knew what was going on, again and again he felt the Nausicaan's fist strike his face and could do nothing to stop it. Ben went limp and Turok released him and allowed him to slump on the ground after one final punch to the head. Almost a minute passed which seemed like eternity to Ben and then the gong sounded again. "The final phase goes to Turok." He heard Matan say. "Ben Soma you'll be given two days to leave Axtis and honor the ch'mok." The crowd cheered Turok, Ben had failed and now he was back to where he started. He was nearly killed by the Dagger beast, almost poisoned from eating it's liver and defeated by Turok. All had been for nothing, he was no closer to finding Marah. He fought to get to his feet as the crowd began to leave, he needed to tend his wounds and find a way of Axtis, the transport wasn't due for almost a week leaving him with a problem. What was he going to do? (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Tournament Arena, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 2000) Sitting in the stands watching the fight, on the outside, Sanok was the typical, stoic Vulcan. Inwardly, he was in disbelief and shock. He knew Ben's strategy for the fight was logical. He could not trade blow-for-blow with the much larger Nausican. He had to keep moving, hoping to wear down Turok. He did not expect Turok's stamina to last. Sanok had seen Ben fight. He had fought by his side. He had fully expected his friend to prevail. "The final phase goes to Turok," said Matan in a loud voice. "Ben Soma, you'll be given two days to leave Axtis and honor the ch'mok." The Council rose as one and filed out of the arena, their Axtian escorts by their sides. Sanok watched as Turok raised his arms and roared in victory, the crowd standing and cheering him on. Deep in thought, the cheering became background noise to him. He could see his dejected friend sitting on the ground, lost on what to do next. Ben had put everything he had into the ch'mok challenge to try to find the next clue as to where Marah was. He had come close to death. He had been in pain. He had just been beaten in a fight. Now, with nothing but callousness, Ben was told to leave. The arena emptied quickly and Sanok could hear a celebration about to begin. In typical Axtis tradition, there was going to be a bonfire, with plenty of alcohol. All that was left to do, was to tend to Ben and take him back to their cabin. Sanok climbed over the railing into the arena and joined his friend. Not saying anything, he placed his hand on Ben's shoulder. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Cabin, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 2015) Sanok and Ben had barely spoken since the end of the fight with Turok. Sanok had brought Ben back to their cabin and was using a wet cloth to wipe the blood off his friend's face. "I am going back into town to ask the doctor to come and check on you," said Sanok. "You must rest now. I will also speak with Klagth and see if he can arrange passage for us off Axtis." The expression on Ben's face convinced Sanok that he had to go ahead with what he had planned. They had no other choice. He wasn't going to allow his friend to have spilled his blood in the hopes of finding Marah, and having it be for nothing. "If you are asleep when I return, I will be sure to not wake you." With that, Sanok left their cabin, his mind set on his next course of action." (reply Soma iyw) (posted by Bob B.) ======================================================= (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0200) It never ceased to amaze Sanok how much time people could spend on mindless debauchery. After Turok's victory, basically the entire population of Axtis, though only about several thousand, navigated from the arena, to just outside the city, where a large fire pit had been erected. The drunkenness, telling of tales, bragging, and fighting, appeared as though it would go on all night. Sanok had been patiently watching, hidden in the shadows. Turok, being the center of attention, was apparently going to be the last to leave. So much the better, as it would make following him easier; the Nausican would have more alcohol in him, and there would be less of a chance of someone else discovering Sanok. As was the case with many of the cabins, Turok's was not located in the town itself, but in a wooded area a short distance away. There was a path that led through the trees, and Shren was accompanying his Nausican friend. "I still can't believe that puny pink skin thought he could beat you!" said Shren. He had been drinking heavily as well, and some of his words were slightly slurred. Turok grunted. "I especially liked that body slam at the end. I can still hear him groaning in pain as the air was knocked out of him!" Shren laughed. "Now, we won't need to worry about those Fleeters coming here ever again." Turok stopped, craning his head. "Did you see his Vulcan dog?" "Quiet!" said Turok. "Ah, come on, Turok. What you did was great." "I said, be quiet. I heard something." Sanok stopped in his tracks. He didn't move. He didn't even breath. Turok turned in place, peering into the darkness. When he had made a complete circle, he stopped and waited some more. He even sniffed the air several times. Shren made a questioning motion with his hands. Without a word, Turok resumed walking towards his cabin. This time, Shren didn't speak. Sanok stayed hidden where he was and waited until his quarry was well ahead of him before moving again. In another few minutes, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. The flickering light of a large candle came on inside one of the cabins. Carefully surveying his surroundings, and making sure no one else was there, Sanok moved silently the rest of the way to Turok's cabin. Staying below the window, he listened for a few moments. Turok was finishing the last of a bottle of some alcoholic beverage. Shren was chattering again about Turok and his victory over Ben. At this rate, they could be up all night. It was logical to wait, but the longer he remained skulking about, the better the chance Sanok would be discovered by someone. Besides, if the two men inside became too intoxicated, the point of tonight would be for nothing. He had to make his move now. Sanok burst through the door and rushed inside Turok's cabin. The Nausican roared and tried to get up from the chair in which he was sitting, but in his drunken state, he was slow and awkward. Sanok's hand shot out like it was fired from a gun, grabbing and squeezing the nerve between Turok's head and shoulder. The Nausican crashed onto the table, which collapsed under his weight. Sanok turned to face Shren, his eyes blazing like a star going nova. The Andorian stood in a corner, his own eyes wide with fear, his antennae vibrating in spasms. "What do you think you're doing, Vulcan dog?" "You're going to tell me where Marah is, and I do not care what it takes for me to get that information from you." Sanok began advancing towards Shren. "You can't do this! You lost the ch'mok!" Sanok glared at Shren as he moved closer. The Andorian looked around the room frantically and spotted a metal soup ladle, which he grabbed and held like a weapon. He lunged, swinging it, but Sanok easily parried the blow, grabbing Shren's wrist. With a quick twist, the ladle was on the floor and Shren was on his knees, his arm locked behind him. "Tell me where Marah is." Shren cursed at Sanok. Sanok raised Shren's arm, putting pressure on it. Shren grunted in pain, but he said nothing. "Tell me where Marah is." Shren continued to struggle, but to no avail. He still said nothing, and it was clear to Sanok that this tactic would not work. In an unexpected move, he released Shren's arm, grabbed the Andorian, pulling him to his feet. Sanok then placed him in a choke hold. Shren struggled to breath, his antennae standing straight up. "Are you familiar with tal-shaya?" said Sanok, his voice now deadly serious. "In ancient times, it was considered to be a quick and merciful form of execution. All I need to do, is exert just a little more pressure, and your neck will snap like a dry branch. Tell me where Marah is." Shren was clawing at Sanok's arm around his neck, but was unable to break the iron grip. "Tell me where Marah is." Shren was beginning to twitch. "Tell me where Marah is." "Aldavye. She's on Aldavye." "What is Aldavye?" said Sanok, squeezing just a tiny bit more. "It's an Orion slave center." Shren could barely get the words out, but Sanok did not lessen the pressure on his neck. "Turok paid to have Marah brought here. He tortured her because of Kavol's death. When he got bored with that, he sold her to Turrel. He's the leader of the local family of the Syndicate based there." "If you are lying to me...." "I'm not lying. I don't care about your friend's Bajoran whore." Sanok was certain the information from Shren was the truth. He certainly didn't care about Marah, and for all he knew, Sanok was going to kill him if he didn't talk. Loosing his tal-shaya grip, he put Shren to sleep with a nerve pinch. Without any regrets for what he had just done, Sanok moved to the door and left Turok's cabin. If Turok and Shren were going to seek revenge, Sanok would deal with that when the time came. For now, he had the information he and Ben needed. They were leaving Axtis III, never to return, and they would soon have Marah back with them. At this point, that was all that mattered. (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0700) After dealing with Turok and Shren, Sanok returned to the cabin he and Ben had rented. Not knowing if Turok and Shren would pay them a visit to seek vengeance, Sanok had spent the rest of the night sitting on the porch, keeping watch. Ben needed to rest after the fight last night, and Sanok did not want to wake him. The information he had about Marah could wait, as they still didn't have a way off Axtis. Sanok had told Ben he was going to talk with Klagth about that, but he hadn't gotten around to it. Yet. Vulcans weren't supposed to lie, and Sanok really did intend to talk to Klagth, but because he was focused on Turok and Shren, he hadn't gotten the chance to talk with the Klingon. Sanok didn't know anything about Aldavye, but he did have knowledge of what Orion slave centers were like. In advanced Sec/Tac training, he had taken courses on the Orion Syndicate, so he knew enough to understand that the next phase in getting Marah, was going to be much more difficult than anything they had faced here on Axtis. Sanok and Ben were in this, as far as it would take them. There was no turning back now. Sanok heard movement from inside their cabin. Ben was awake, so it would soon be time to update him on Sanok's overnight adventure. Maybe Sanok should have thought of going after Shren from the beginning. It would have saved time and Ben wouldn't have had to go through the trials of the ch'mok. Since it had been so effective, Sanok would keep in mind that force and intimidation, under the proper circumstances, was available to him. It seemed Axtis III had changed his life much more than he ever thought. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0702) Ben awoke, rose out of the bed stiff and sore, the doctor had stopped by last night and gave him some pills for pain and tended his wounds and gave him some ointment and dressings then left. Ben wasn't in a good mood, things hadn't gone according to plan and he should have known Turok would have done something like he did, the fight had no rules save for one which was no killing. He had failed the ch'mok and didn't get the information he wanted, he was beginning to wonder if he would ever see Marah again. Should he give up and return to the Rose and move on with his life, from her perspective five years had passed and it was likely she had moved on in his absence. He wanted to know for sure. Standing he did some stretches which immediately turned into a bad idea, pain flared in his ribs and back. Turok had done a number on him, his ribs had been badly bruised and a few were likely fractured. He was uncertain about what to do, he was angry at himself for not being properly prepared and his time was winding down. He still had to find a way off Axtis III. He dressed as quickly as he could and stepped out into the common area of the cabin. "Morning." He said as he crossed to the table and grabbed a hand full of nuts. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1200) After a couple days of playing chamber maid and house keeper Marah was allowed to leave her room and wander around the complex for a couple hours, under escort of course. She was making progress and within another week she hoped she would be able to move around without an escort and come and go as she pleased, she she would be able to speak with some of the patrons and hopefully arrange passage of the planet. She had to admit Turrel wasn't what she expected, he hadn't treated her badly nor had he expected any special treatment from her. He just had her doing menial tasks like laundry and house cleaning, from time to time she catered to some of his more important clients, preparing drinks and food. She still didn't like the situation but it could have been worse. She wanted to get outside the complex, breath some fresh air but Aldavye was a lot like Andoria, day time highs of minus 30 degrees and night time lows around minus 70 without windchill. She didn't like the cold much so she stayed inside. Turrel had once told her that there was a storm that lasted for a week, after it was over it took them several days to clear the complex with thermal equipment. She moved about the complex glancing into cages from time to time, she was better off then these poor people at least she got proper meals and had somewhere warm to sleep. She felt bad for them, remembering stories about the Cardassian occupation and their labor camps. Conditions were pretty much the same except these people weren't forced to work, they didn't get to leave their cages. Then there was her mother, she tried to surpress the memories. An Orion raid had been the cause of her mothers demise, another reason she wanted to escape. She had to bide her time and play along with Turrel for now. Her escort indicated it was time to return to her room, Turrel would soon be looking for his midday meal and she had yet to prepare it, she didn't want to lose what liberties she had been able to gain so far. she nodded and turned to head back. Soon she would be able to do something about her situation. (reply none) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1400) Ben was sitting by the stream out behind his and Sanok's cabin, he was in a better mode now that he knew where Marah was. Turok had sold her to an Orion slaver named Turrel, she was taken to an Orion slave complex on Aldavye. All he had to now was get there and hope she hadn't been sold. He picked up a couple stones and tossed them one at a time into the stream, a little further down he noticed a fish jumping after some flies that were just above the surface. He supposed that everything hadn't been a waste after all, the trip had paid off and they did get the information they needed. He was a little upset at Sanok for taking the risk he had but he understood that his friend had done it for him. He also understood why Sanok hadn't told him what he had been planning to do because he wouldn't have let him. His friend could have been injured worse then he was. A noise behind him caught his attention, someone was walking down the path towards him. He stood and turned and expected to see Sanok but instead he found Klagth, holding a mug of blood wine and doing his best to walk a straight line. "Good after noon my young friend." Klagth said. "A beautiful day for relaxing and indulging in a few drinks." Ben regarded Klagth for a moment, he wasn't certain if the Klingon was genuinely intoxicated or just acting. Klagth admitted that being drunk was an act for the public of Axtis so they would leave him to himself most of the time. "Good morning Klagth." Ben replied. "I see your well on your way to fully enjoying the day." Klagth smiled. "That I am, that I am." Klagth replied. "Unfortunately my mug is a little low, might you still have that bottle i gave you?" Ben smiled, he was acting. "It's back at the cabin, lets go get it an get out of the sun for a while." "You read my mind." Klagth replied. Ben and Klagth walked back to the cabin, in drunken fashion every few steps Klagth would bounce off of Ben's arm or stumble a little on the rocky path. When they reached the cabin Ben was glad to find Sanok still inside, they entered and closed the door. Klagth went to the table and sat down. "Good day Sanok." He said raising his mug. Ben removed the bottle of blood wine from the cupboard along with a couple glasses, he crossed to the table and set everything down before sitting. After he was seated he opened the bottle and poured the wine into the two glasses and topped up Klagth's mug. "It seems to me you boys have yourselves a problem. You need to leave Axtis but you have no way off the planet and the transport won't arrive until after your deadline." Klagth stated. "If you stay here after the deadline you'll be arrested and tried for not adhering to the ch'mok and most likely sentenced to death." "That is a rather large problem." Ben replied. "Any suggestions?" Klagth took a large mouthful of blood wine, some of which dribbled down the sides of his mouth, and wiped his face in his sleeve. Ben also took a mouthful but managed to keep it in his mouth. "I have a solution." Klagth stated. "I have a ship, it's not much but she'd space worthy. Haven't been to it in a few years but it should be fine." "How do you know it's still there?" Ben inquired. "Others may have found it and destroyed it." Klagth laughed. "Not so my friend, it's cloaked. With all it's other systems powered down and the warp core offline it could stay cloaked and undetected for a millennia. It's only a scout ship and not what your accustomed to but it'll get you where you want to go." He said. "I'll even throw in a pilot." "Thank you." Ben said. "I don't know how to repay you." "You can repay me by finding Marah Neru, she's one of the few friends I have and one of the very few people I trust." Klagth said. "When are we leaving?" Ben turned to Sanok, he already had everything packed and he assumed his friend did as well. "As soon as your ready." Ben replied. "We can leave now and grab what ever you need from your cabin." Klagth smiled. "You do have the heart of a warrior my friend." He said. "Ready for battle at a moments notice." He emptied his mug and slammed it on the table. "What are we waiting for, lets get moving." (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - Hanger Bay 69 - LT Chance Raschen - 1120) Sitting in the cockpit of his latest, new to him ships, Chance began speaking "Port Control, this is Tranquility. Be advised vessel secure in bay 69 at this time." =^= Control copies that Tranquility. Secured, Hanger 69. Out. =^= Chance finished shutting down and locking down his personal ship. He hoped he would be able to keep this one. She was just like his last Raven-class ship. She even had the same name. Just a little newer and a little faster. Wearing his blue coveralls, Chance left the hanger bay after locking it down and headed back to the Rosenante alone. S’Adashiv wanted to drop T'Lela off. He has officially adopted her, so now she is a Romulan citizen and holds the rank of Centurion in the Romulan Reserve Legion. Her new father is wanting her to return home with him, go active and be his full time Chief of Security. ~No telling what T'Lela is gonna decide until she decides.~ La Croix is on another mission for SFI. Terry Duke is in mourning because Chance killed his bride, LMaj Brandy Shea, before the Borg assimilated her after they captured her. Terry Walker and his wife Maggie just didn't want to go anywhere. Raschen couldn't really blame any of them. He had been a bit of a curse to his old crew ever since they staged the mutiny on the Dennison. But life did go on, and all he could do was to keep on keeping on. (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------