Compile#12 January 23-29 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Personal Logs Day 2 Stardate: 2414.02.13 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Science Lab - Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute - Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1731) (USS Rosenante – Science Lab - CEO, Lieutenant Commander - Steven Matrix – 1735) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.02.16 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1444) (Andoria – Andorian Mountains – FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 1230) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1426) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Katherine (Kitty) Fisher - Day 5 - 1428) (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5 - 1430) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1433) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1438) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5 - 1440) (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1448) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1822) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1827) (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - ACSO Lt. (jg) Viskhard - Day 5, 2028) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - StratOps Cultural Liason Lt. Lo'ren T'Vof, Day 5 - 2128) (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 2210) (Andoria – Andorian Mountains – Ice Cave - FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 2334) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.2.17 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 6 - 1208) (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - CO Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1210) (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 6 - 1215) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 10 Stardate: 2414.02.21 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCSO - Lt David Tamblyn - 1845) (Unknown Location - Personal shuttle - Operative George Hayden - Day 10 - 1859) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day 12 Stardate: 2414.02.23 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Commander Caskie Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1440) (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 12 - 1442) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 13 Stardate: 2414.2.24 Compile Summary (Unknown Location - Shuttle - Operative George Hayden - Day 13 - 1733) ======================================================= Mission Personal Logs Day 16 Stardate 2414.02.27 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - Lt Cmdr. Tom & Dahlia Jackson - 2O/COPS Day 16 - 0718) (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 16 - 0722) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 08:07) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16- 0809) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0810) (USS Rosenante - OPS Control Suite - Deck 2 - LCDR Tom Jackson - 2O / COPS Day 16 - 0811) (USS Rosenante - Deck 1 - Outside Ready Room- LCDR Tom Jackson - 2O / COPS Day 16 - 0813) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0814) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16- 0815) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0817) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - LCDR Tom Jackson Day 16 0819) (USS Rosenante - Deck 2 - LCDR Tom Jackson - FO USS Boudicca 0820) (USS Rosenante - Deck 2 - OPS suite LCDR Tom Jackson - FO USS Boudicca 0822) (USS Boudicca - Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1700) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1730) (SB Geneva Promenade Salty Dog Tavern LCDR Tom Jackson - FO Uss Boudicca 1802) (Starbase Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.05) (Starbase Geneva - The Salty Dog Tavern - LCDR Tom and Dahlia Jackson - FO. Day 16 1807) (Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.15) (SB Geneva - The Salty Dog - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson - FO Day 16 1820) (Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.25) (SB Geneva - The Salty Dog - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson - FO - Day 16 1830) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 17 Stardate: 2414.02.27 Compile Summary (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0705) (USS Boudicca - Outside Ready Room - LCDR Tom Jackson FO, - Day 17- 0755) (Axtis III, Cabin, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1415) (Axtis III, Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1630) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 18 Stardate: 2414.3.2 Compile Summary (Geneva Station - Docking Level - Ensign(jg) Elizabeth Caspian, Dr. - 1313) (USS Boudicca - Captain's Office - Ensign(jg) Elizabeth Caspian, Dr. - 1325) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 20 Stardate: 2414.3.3 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - Personal Quarters - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 20 - 0005) (SB Geneva - Salid's Quarters - Operative George Hayden - Day 20 - 2358) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 21 Stardate: 2414.3.4 Compile Summary (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative George Hayden - Day 21 - 0028) (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 21 - 0031) (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative Hayden - Day 21 - 0035) (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 21 - 0039) (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative George Hayden - Day 21 - 0043) (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0900) (Aldavye,Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0910) (Aldavye,Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1025) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1045) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1050) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Turrel Mousette, 1115) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1245) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1250) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1252) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1254) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office,CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1256) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office,Marah Neru, 1257) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1258) (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1302) (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1303) (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1305) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day 22 Stardate: 2414.03.05 Compile Summary (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1900) (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 2030) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs Day: 23 Stardate: 2414.3.6 Compile Summary (SB Geneva -Temporary Quarters-CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma - 1030) (Starbase Geneva-Temporary Quarters-CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma-1045) ======================================================= Mission Personal Logs Day 27 Stardate 2414.03.09 Compile Summary (USS Boudicca - QV - ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 17.30) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante – Science Lab - Dean of Sciences, Daystrom Institute - Dr. Bruce Maddox – 1731) The discussion was well underway about the prototype sensor cluster. As usual, it was Bruce’s job to verbally wrestle with a nay saying engineer that said it wasn’t practical. ‘I just canna do it’, ‘da crystals are breakin’ up,” or whatever the excuse was, Bruce had done it for years and he was sure this time would be no different. Matrix wasn't convinced. "Sir, EPS power, while mainstream on all starships, can't be simply plugged in and expected to work. You're talking about individual tuning each sensor pack. EPS power varies with other requirements on the ship not to mention the differences in power flow in warp flight." “Commander, the units all self-tune, no more attention is needed to them than any other sensor. Minor routine calibration is all that is required.“ He brought up the numbers behind his display. Showing the input from the EPS, input and output from each sensor, and resolution readings from each sensor. All energy readings were in milijoules, and out to three places behind the decimal point. “And as you see the clover-relay adaptation takes no more power than a standard sensor palate. It works by alternating power to each of the relays separately, and in a specific pattern. Your point about power allocation from other symptoms, I can address as well. The Rosenante is equipped with a number of empty sensor relays reserved for mission specific palates. These lateral sensor platforms already have power ear marked for them during normal operations, so the draw on power is minimal. Additionally initial trials and field tests of the sensors would be in the most controlled of environments, and I am in no way suggesting that they be used in combat with-out rigorous field testing. I am a profound supporter of new technologies and easier ways of getting you and your officers the information that you need to make better decisions. I however do not condone the hubris it would require to go blindly into an unknown area without the safety and well being of the crew in mind, and nor should you. I encourage your questions Commander Matrix, it will help your understanding of our prototype.” (Reply Matrix) Maddox continued, “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.” Matrix sat up, "To what end doctor?" asked Matrix “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.” Matrix smirked, "Doctor, the Rose is just finishing up a major refit and many of our systems are not only untested, but new. By new I mean upgrades to the latest technology available in the fleet. We haven't begun space trials to shakeout any anomalies. I find your request for the Rose to conduct your tests premature. At least until we can have a proper trial of the ship itself." “Not a problem, the units are easily reproduced and replicated. I’m not saying that they have to be used right away, or even in place of the standard lateral sensors, take the plans with you, after you’ve conducted your trials and shakedowns, then discuss installing them. I’m not placing any formal start and finish date with Star Fleet Command, so there is no deadline. I’d just like some results by the end of your first mission or two. As I understand any one mission could last months at a time. Plenty of time to get the kinks out.” Maddox said. (reply Matrix, any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Science Lab - CEO, Lieutenant Commander - Steven Matrix – 1735) Still skeptical Matrix listened to the explanation. Surprisingly he agreed with what Maddox explained. "Thank you doctor for that explanation. I'm well aware of of the reserved sensor relay, but those were designed for field failures and other mission requirements as you've pointed out. My concern is intermixing palates and the data feeds required to maintain and administer. If the interfaces are compliant with the normal interface data feeds and won't significantly contribute to the normal feedback interference I'd be surprised. I would like to explore more simulation before I authorize any trials." replied Matrix. Maddox detailed the testing phase and how it would all work. That satisfied Matrix insofar as the urgency of the request. It wasn't going to interfere with the Rose's shakedown testing and could easily be incorporated into the routine testing. Matrix punched up the plans on his PADD, "Thank you doctor. I appreciate your work and expertise. We'll get to work on testing." replied Matrix. (Reply any, none) (Posted by Steve) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1444) Liam frowned, then spoke to Jessica. "I've never seen brain scan readings quite like yours, Jessica," he said, shaking his head. "Listen...this information can stream through a database. There's no reason why we need to stand over you and keep you from getting some sleep. And some mild painkillers, and reducing that shoulder, shouldn't effect the accuracy or precision of the readings. So that's what we're going to do. We'll get you comfortable and let you know when the data collection is complete." The ideal of sleep terrified Jessica, how could she sleep after all that has happened. What if she fell asleep only to find that there was a operative in this just waiting for that to happen to take her back to Section 31. As Jessica shook her head slightly Liam continued, turning to Dr. Fisher. "Do you concur, Doctor?" Liam asked Kitty. Jessica listened has the two Doctors conversed talking about Jessica like she wasn't even there. About what medications they would give and treatments they would advise. Then Liam turned to Jessica and spoke softly. "Very good," Liam said. He patted Jessica on her good shoulder. "It's time to take it easy now. You've got a long road ahead of you, and you're going to need your rest." Jessica replied, her voice was soft and more like a child's that what others now knew her to be. "But I don't want to sleep." (reply Liam, or Fisher, or Both) Jessica continued giving voice to one her fears. "What if Section 31 is already here just waiting for the opportune moment to take me back." It was the most logical reason, the most likely. Especially considering that Jessica was taken from her room. But it sounded weak coming from her, and with those that knew Jessica and could understand Lily, The girl that killed Volus. Would know that she was afraid of no mortal being. There was something more behind this insistence. (reply whoever wants) "I'm afraid... of what I might find when I close my eyes, what dreams... memories wait for me there. How many memories are locked away deep inside my mind. Things that I was forced to forget, Like how my parents were murdered by Section 31." She looked to Liam before continuing, "you saw how I reacted in that firefight. How many more Nightmare rest with in my mind." (reply all in the iso-lab) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Andoria – Andorian Mountains – FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 1230) T’Larah materialized on the surface of Andoria. The sapphire gas giant that was Andor dominated the western sky as the sun lit up the early afternoon. She did a quick check of all her equipment before she set out for her trek across the Andorian mountains. T’Larah would have to check, but she believed she was the first of Vulcan blood to climb the Andorian Mountain Range. Especially since the bad blood between the Vulcans and Andorians in the Federation’s infancy. She opened her tricroder and the map to her area appeared on the screen. The path she had planned to her objective near the summit Peak 2112 still looked viable. The cold weather gear she had been given seemed impossibly thin, but the adage had always been dressing in loose layers, and being ‘comfortably cool’ before exertion. 2112 itself was fairly high but not the highest peak in this range. Confident she had her bearings toward her mission she started walking at a quick pace towards her angle of approach. The mission was strange enough. At the beginning of shore-leave Captain Salid had given her an encrypted set of orders that only her command codes would un-lock. It had informed her to set a course alone to these coordinates on this day. Essentially it was very explicit instructions bringing her here. She noted as well that if she had not followed the instructions to the letter, she would have overshot her mark, and instead of landing on the class M moon of Andoria, she would have been pulled into the gas giant’s gravity and crushed by compressed methane liquid. She couldn’t help but wonder what purpose was behind the clandestine instructions. ~Starfleet usually isn’t so damned cryptic.~ Several hours of walking at a brisk pace and T’Larah pulled out a ration bar and began eating it. With all the exertion she knew she would need to replace the calories and electrolytes. ~Don’t have enough time to sit down and eat, plus the movement is keeping me warm.~ She was nearing her mark as the sun was getting fairly close to the horizon. Luckily the sun was at her back, and not trying to shine over a mountain. That gave her all the available daylight there was. She had made it to her destination, her instructions told her to look for a specific technological device with a green horizontal stripe on it. She looked around and it was not readily apparent. She scanned with her tricorder and found a quantity of duranium alloy about 2 feet under the snow she was walking on. She grabbed a folding entrenching tool that was a part of her packing list in her ruck sack. She unfolded that and started to dig. She got about six inches into the hard packed snow and ice and the daylight finally left her. She affixed the palm beacon to her head-gear and turned it on so that she could continue working. Soon she had reached the metal piece of equipment, a soft metal clink could be heard when her shovel struck it. Sullivan cleared it off quickly and examined it. She found it was marked by a horizontal green stripe. The device appeared to be an old-style sub-space receiver-transmitter. It appeared to be very old, maybe even before the first Enterprise NX-01. Apparently she is supposed to activate it, but the temperature was declining rapidly. It was already -20 Celsius and falling. A quick check of her tricorder told her there was a cave nearby suitable for a shelter. She picked up the device packed it into her ruck and quickly made the trip to the cave. The mouth of the cave was covered in snow and impassable with-out the need for some extreme climbing which she didn’t have the time for. She pulled out her hand phaser and set it for heat II. Knowing she would need some of the snow to keep out the wind and help insulate the shelter, she drilled out enough for a largish crawl-space. She attached the ruck to a sling cord and attached that to the back of the climbing harness she was wearing. She didn’t drill out enough space to crawl with the pack on her back, so she drug it along behind her. She crawled for about 4 meters before arriving to the other side. The mouth of the cave opened widely, and she had enough room to stand. She pulled the cord attached to the pack, bringing it the rest of the way into the cave. ~I need a heat source.~ She grabbed a pile of rocks about football sized one by one scattered through-out the cave. Confident she had a large enough pile she aimed the phaser, still on heat II at the center of the pile and pressed the trigger. She held the beam until the rocks began to glow a bright amber. She put the phaser away and brought out the receiver-transmitter. She began examining it to figure out if she could turn it on. Quickly she determined that the device had no power and may have other problems with its functioning. Sullivan took her gloves off to give her more manual dexterity. The cave was now warm enough that she could do so with-out fear of hypothermia or frostbite. She pulled out a small simple set of tools and got to work. The back cover was off in a little under a minute and she used the tricorder to analyze exactly how it was supposed to work and what she could do to remedy the situation. It was missing several components including the power supply. She took stock of what she had on hand with the packing list she was given, and she would have to take apart her tricorder to have enough parts to repair it. The parts would take some work to make them compatible with the ancient device. T’Larah had enough food and phaser power both for two days. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1426) "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." Liam replied "Observation, I learned, can cover a broad time frame. I know my place, I'm to stay here until the Captain decides what he wants to due with me, and that I'm not a threat to his crew. " Jessica spoke. "That could that a while." "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?" Liam asked. Jessica nodded in agreement, allowing the Doctors to continue there work. Has they hooked the senors to her and started to test to monitor her brains activity. Also instantly the reading went of the charts, as the reading showed the activity of her two personalities. While Jessica's activity seemed normal, Lily's mental activities were placed in dark normally dormant areas of the brain. Then Kitty paused and returned Jessica's 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." Jessica nodded "Then I'm glad that your back, I'm sorry that for causing you so much trouble, I'm sure you have hundreds of other task that you would rather be doing than this." (reply Liam, Kitty) (posted By Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - aCMO - Lt (sg) Katherine (Kitty) Fisher - Day 5 - 1428) Jessica nodded "Then I'm glad that your back, I'm sorry that for causing you so much trouble, I'm sure you have hundreds of other task that you would rather be doing than this." Kitty grinned and shook her head. "Believe me no. I'm filling in for the CMO at present and all it seems to be is mountains and mountains of paperwork. Believe me, I'm happy to see a real 'live' patient. Even if you aren't necessary as happy to be here." Checking the results of her scan Kitty frowned. "Are you in any pain at all? Because if you are I can check with Cmdr O'Neill. I am sure there is something that we can give you that wont affect the results we are looking for." (Reply Signos iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso Lab - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5 - 1430) 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.." Marta watched impassively as the Section 31 Operative undressed. Once she was completely nude, Marta ran her hands through her hair looking for anything hidden there, although admittedly that was unlikely. And as Del Santos had stated she turned out to be clear of any weapons or other contraband. When Marta had finished her inspection, she stepped over to the newly replicated clothing and handed them to Del Santos. "You can get dressed now." She stated evenly. As the woman dressed, Marta's commbadge chirped. =^= Salid to Nunez=^= The ASEC tapped her badge but never took her eyes from the prisoner. "Nunez here, sir." she replied crisply. =^= When you've finished inspecting miss Del Santos, please escort her under heavy guard to my Ready Room. I'll speak with her when she arrives.=^= "Understood sir. Anything else captain?" =^=That will be all lieutenant, Salid out.=^= Her conversation with the captain finished about the same time that Santos had finished dressing. Her bright orange jumpsuit would make it hard for her to avoid visual detection. Should she managed to break free of her escort. Marta reached up and pulled the changing curtain back. "Have a six man escort take Miss Del Santos to see the captain in his ready room. And have someone from security come and log all Miss Del Santos' personal goods." "Yes sir." The marine replied and immediately went to assemble to escort. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - ATAC/SC Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos - 1433) Jessica and Lily smiles at Fisher's response to her question. "I'm glad then, that I could pull you from your desk and offer you something more... worthwhile." Checking the results of her scan Kitty frowned. "Are you in any pain at all? Because if you are I can check with Cmdr O'Neill. I am sure there is something that we can give you that wont affect the results we are looking for." "No thank you, the pain is helping to keep me awake. I need to see this to it's end. I know you and the Commander are proficient in your craft but I can't....." She searched for the right words but couldn't find any. The pain in her dislocated shoulder burned but she could force herself though it. She forced herself though death time and time again after all. "Finding Anything, of interest?" Jessica asked subtly changing the subject and opening a new avanue of conversation to keep her exhaustion at bay. (reply Kitty, Liam) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1438) Liam frowned. "I've never seen brain scan readings quite like yours, Jessica," he said, and shook his head. "Listen...this information can stream through a database. There's no reason why we need to stand over you and keep you from getting some sleep. And some mild painkillers, and reducing that shoulder, shouldn't effect the accuracy or precision of the readings. So that's what we're going to do. We'll get you comfortable and let you know when the data collection is complete. (reply Signos iyw) "Do you concur, Doctor?" Liam asked Kitty. (reply Fisher) "Very good,," Liam said. He patted Jessica on her good shoulder. "It's time to take it easy now. You've got a long road ahead of you, and you're going to need your rest." He would wait until a psychologist could evaluate her, but his assumption was that she would need to go through extensive mental training to be able to function as a Starfleet officer again. She would practically need to go through the Kolinar to learn to suppress an equally complex personality embedded in her subconscious. He didn't envy her. (reply Signos, Fisher) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ASEC Lt. Marta Nunez - Day 5 - 1440) Marta had traveled with the marine Escort that took Del Santos to see the Captain. There had been no real trouble on the way, as she had expected, but then again, things were never easy to predict where something like section 31 was concerned. When they reached the ready room door, Marta reached up and pressed the chime. The door slid open immediately, which was no surprise and Marta led Del Santos into the room, along with a pair of the marines. "Sir, reporting with the prisoner." Marta said. "Thank you Lieutenant, You and your men can wait outside." "Sir, I think that perhaps, someone should stay with you while you speak to her." Nunez replied. "Your concern is noted, Lieutenant, please wait outside." Marta started to protest again, but realized the futility of the effort. Instead she stepped out of the room just as the captain was offering the Operative a seat. The door closed behind her. (reply Del Santos if possible) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Iso-Lab - CMDR Liam O'Neill - Day 5 - 1448) "But I don't want to sleep," Liam observed Jessica say, and realized that something had changed in this rock-solid, no-nonsense security officer his son had introduced him to and told him so much about. He had to assume that someone in the security field, especially someone with the Section 31 background that she had, had received the necessary training to combat torture. So that probably wasn't it. He reasoned that it was the integration of her two personalities. She was probably aware now more than ever before of the dark recesses of her own mind, and that would terrify anyone. His expression was sympathetic but not condescending as he asked, "Why don't you want to sleep, Jessica?" "What if Section 31 is already here just waiting for the opportune moment to take me back?" He pulled up a nearby chair, and sat down to speak to her on her level instead of from above. "I won't lie to you. It seems that at the moment, they have the capability. They took you once, and they could take you again. But we're doing everything we can to guard you." She interrupted him before he could continue. "I'm afraid... of what I might find when I close my eyes, what dreams... memories wait for me there. How many memories are locked away deep inside my mind? Things that I was forced to forget, like how my parents were murdered by Section 31." She looked to Liam before continuing, "You saw how I reacted in that firefight. How many more nightmares rest with in my mind?" Liam shook his head. "I'm not sure," he said. "But honestly...you beat them before. You were physically injured, and what you endured probably tested your limits," he told her carefully. "But you know you have the strength you need--you know you're stronger than them, and stronger than anything in your head. You need to remember that." (reply Fisher iyw) (reply Jessica) He placed his hand gently on her good shoulder. "We'll reduce your shoulder and give you some pain meds. That should help you sleep." He dropped his voice so that only Jessica could hear. "I know Eian has shared some of the things he believes with you, so I'll share something I believe. Whatever strength you don't believe you have, exists outside of you, and is watching over you." He smiled slightly, and rose. (reply Jessica) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1822) Eian 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." The junior officer 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." Ahmed shook his head. "It won't work, there are too many people at risk in that plan. I need it smaller, cleaner and much closer to the vest. Besides, after speaking with Del Santos, I don't think she's inclined to aid them any further. She's been identified by us and she knows a lot about the way they operate. They'll see her as a liability. I can use that realization to leverage her for information. And even if the medical team can't find any direct means by which section 31 is controlling Jessica, I'm convinced for now that they have a means to do so, and I can't put our security people in any more risk than they already are." "I need a way to challenge Hayden directly and make him feel that he can salvage this think by dealing with me directly. I need him to come after me himself, Just me and him, and once we have him where we want him, we spring the trap and capture him. Then we can debrief him and find out exactly what he's done to Jessica, along with any other information that he may have." "We're running out of time, and I need you to put together a plan that will draw him in. Something that won't involve a lot of people, and nothing too complex." (reply Eian) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 1827) He listened as the Captain spoke, and simultaneously thought hard about the problem. "Sir," he started when the Captain was finished, "You originally had the idea of a broadcast to the correct channels, to ensure that Hayden is eventually informed that you have vital information and plan on going forward to expose him. I believe this will still work--that Hayden is a man easily driven by revenge. He doesn't feel others' emotions, but he still has his own. In fact, the most effective thing we could do is to enter his shoe store and collect everything in evidence boxes. This will be such a violation of his space that he would strike out anyway, though your possession of vital information that will take his freedom from him--that is what will drive him to actually kidnap you." (reply Salid, room for more) "Sir...I have to say this plan is just as dangerous as involving more people. If we leave it up to him, we don't know when he will strike and while we'll be able to track you, it's a distinct possibility that he could begin torturing you before we're able to rescue you." (reply Salid) Eian nodded. "Very well, Sir. I'll begin making preparations immediately." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - ACSO Lt. (jg) Viskhard - Day 5, 2028) "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." Visk's face split in that particular Denobulan way - almost charicature-like - as he replied, "I would enjoy that very much Captain." Jasmin was well attached to Captain Salid, and seemed quite content to stay there - almost to the point of making sure he didn't fade into this air even as she spoke. "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." His eyes sparkled with a blue-green at the prospect of research. "I would enjoy that very much, if I can help, I certainly would." (reply Salid or Jasmin if you wish) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom A - StratOps Cultural Liason Lt. Lo'ren T'Vof, Day 5 - 2128) "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." Lo'ren took another look at the outfit and noted the Romulan flair to the fabric cuts that she'd missed on first sight. "It is a very becoming style on you Lieutenant," she smiled, loosening up the formal air she often used when meeting people who she didn't have a handle on. "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." Lo'ren nodded thoughtfully, "I'll put in a word with Admiral Linden and Captain Lee. What areas of diplomacy interest you the most?" (reply Ael) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Deck 21 Formal Ballroom - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 2210) Ahmed and Jasmin had parted company with Lieutenant Viskhard and had decided to mingle with the crowd that had joined in the celebration of the memorial. He had given up any chance of monopolizing any of her time that evening, when she had managed to get herself involved in a discussion about viral vectors with a group of medical doctors from the station staff. So for the moment he had managed to mingle a bit around the room, steadfastly avoiding the most persistent of conversations because truthfully he really was tired of talking about the mission with everyone, who wanted some awe-inspiring first hand account of the action that the two ships had seen under his command. He had slowly been angling towards the door and was nearly home free when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Captain, I'm not sure if you remember me but might I have a moment of your time please." Ahmed almost sighed, but instead he just silently gave the doorway a longing look before putting on his smile and turning to face the Romulan woman that had just spoken to him. "Of course I remember you Lieutenant T'Rillian. I wasn't expecting to see you here, but of course I'll gladly give you some of my time, what can i do for you?" "I apologize 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 final 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." "Ah, I see." Ahmed replied, knowing that the mention of Durand had probably told him everything he needed to know. "My apologies Lieutenant, but Captain Durand didn't mention anything to me about you're release from duty. If he had I assure you I would have granted it two weeks ago." "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?" "Certainly Lieutenant. If you send me the report tonight, I'll take a look at it before our meeting and I'll provide you with any revisions that need to be made to the report. How does 1000 hours sound? I'll have your release orders waiting for you as well." (reply Ael) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Andoria – Andorian Mountains – Ice Cave - FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 2334) Hours had gone by T’Larah’s modifications of the device were almost complete. She had dismantled her tricorder already, so she was performing the steps from memory. Another solder to the power source and a resistor as a make-shift power sink so that the tricorder’s power cell didn’t blow the whole thing apart. The device began a pulse that toned 3 times every second. “It’s not a receiver-transmitter it’s an emergency beacon.” She said to no-one. ~Probably one of the old Subspace Emergency Position and Rescue Beacon (SEPRB)~ With-in moments a figure beamed in directly in-front T’Larah. The figure coalesced into a human male aged about mid sixties. He wore a green collar and Colonel rank. ~A Marine?~ “Commander Sullivan, we have much to discuss.” He announced simply. (Reply None) (Posted by Todd) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 6 - 1208) Per the Captain's orders, when they finally gained access to the shoe store on the Promenade, Eian waited until the Security team was done taking samples and then he began trashing the place. He started by taking all the right shoes and placing them in special evidence bags so that they would be removed from the store. Then he took the remaining shoes off the shelves and piled them in the middle of the floor, placing a generic evidence tag on the pile. He removed one end of some shelf brackets, leaving the shelves strewn about on the walls. He "accidentally" broke the register where the latinum was kept, and scattered the neatly organized PADDs behind the desk. He went into the back room and messed up the inventory, taking boxes down and emptying them on the floor, and leaving the place a complete mess. When he was finished, he took pictures of the entire store for 'evidence processing' and sent them on a purposely unguarded channel to Starbase security. After this was accomplished, he noticed Captain Salid approaching the front entrance. "Sir," he greeted when the Captain entered. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - CO Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1210) Ahmed stepped through the doorway into the shoe store with a purposeful air of superiority. While he was not one of those sorts of officers, he'd met enough of them in his career to be able to emulate their arrogance and haughtiness, which was the entire point of the exercise. He gave O'Neill a well rehearsed snort as a greeting and then proceeded to muster as much disdain as he could for the remainder of the store. He walked around, purposefully, kicking over some of the wreckage and debris that he'd ordered O'Neill to make. He gave O'Neill a bored gesture, and then with some obvious distaste produced a set of white gloves from his pants pocket, so that he could cover his hands. He knelt down gingerly, and with a false sense of practice, he picked a single shoe out of the pile by pinching the leather between his middle finger and thumb, as if the very thought of touching something of this nature was a disgusting thought. He regarded it a little harder than was warranted, and then shifted his grip and then with a force of will and muscle he ripped the heel off the shoe, regarded it for a few moment, then unceremoniously dumped both pieces of the rent shoe into the floor of the shop. "Tear every shoe apart in this stack," he ordered, referring to the large general evidence stack in the center of the floor, "It's possible that Hayden hid something in their design. Leave the pieces, and then do a bit more accidental damage. Once you've done that, seal the door and leave a copy of the sealed order with my name on it on the door. I want it clear who is behind this." (reply O'Neill) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Hayden Shoe Store - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 6 - 1215) "Tear every shoe apart in this stack," he ordered, referring to the large general evidence stack in the center of the floor, "It's possible that Hayden hid something in their design. Leave the pieces, and then do a bit more accidental damage. Once you've done that, seal the door and leave a copy of the sealed order with my name on it on the door. I want it clear who is behind this." "Aye, Sir," Eian said. "The shoes I've already sent out will be analyzed thoroughly as well." (reply Salid) "Yes, Sir," he answered, and knelt down to pick up the first shoe. He made a show of taking out his knife to rip the sole apart and then detach the tongue from the toe. He tossed the shoe in a new evidence pile when he was through with it. All evidence would still be scanned with a tricorder. ~This is going to make that man completely homicidal,~ Eian thought, almost frightened of just how crazed Hayden would come when pushed over the already ambiguous edge of his sanity. (reply Salid iyw) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante- Sick Bay- CMO's Office - aCSO - Lt David Tamblyn - 1845) 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" David smiled at her as he stood up and asked hopefully "So Kitty, I plan on wearing a tux. How do you feel about late 19th, early 20th century ladies' formal wear? And you can pick the play or the opera." (Reply Fisher) Just then Tamblyn heard someone calling the doctor's name. "Well, I do hope that is your relief bellowing." And snickered. (Reply Fisher) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Unknown Location - Personal shuttle - Operative George Hayden - Day 10 - 1859) Hayden had just finished off a bowl of replicated macaroni and cheese. He loved how it reminded him of childhood... After placing his bowl in the replicator for disposal, he began his evening ritual that always occurred right after his dinner. He carefully untied his shoes, delicately and dexterously placing each lace off to the side as he loosened the part of the lace threaded through the loops. He was cautious of the size of the remaining loop, and eyeballed each one before beginning to loosen the next row. He pulled the tongue up and slipped his right foot out, and was about to slip his left foot out next when his console buzzed, jolting his head upward and directly into the edge of the panel. He cursed angrily and, with only one shoe on, he slammed his hand into the 'accept transmission' button. His contact's face appeared. =^=Is this a bad time?=^= the man asked. "What's happened? Why are you contacting me?" =^=Five days ago, the subject was rescued and all but one of your cell was killed or has now gone missing. The one who survived was captured.=^= Hayden frowned, deeply annoyed. "I know this. Why are you repeating yourself?" =^=Because your captured soldier must have talked. Or the subject somehow knew who you were and where you work on the station. Either way, you've been compromised, and Salid has information.=^= Hayden's eyebrows descended over his eyes. "What *sort* of information?" He asked through nearly gritted teeth. =^=The sort that we're going to have to clean up, Hayden,=^= his contact told him. It was more than clear that this man was about as pleased as Hayden was about the news. =^=I'm informing you of this because you're a friend. I'm only obligated to deliver your active orders.=^= "And what orders are those?" =^=You are to report back to Raven and have no further contact with the station. Others will clean up the mess.=^= Hayden felt anger swell in his chest. His first thought was of all of those shoes, perfectly good shoes, abandoned in his shop. Or worse, scrutinized under Starfleet's investigative lens. He resisted the urge to bash in the screen. If it was one thing he learned, it was that violence against his contact, or even questioning his contact's information, was entirely pointless. "I'll be there." =^=See that you're quick about it.=^= The transmission was cut. Hayden sat back, looking down at the one shoe that was still on his foot. The anger was not subsiding. He needed to act before it exploded at the wrong source. He leaned forward and with the fury of a madman, began pulling up maps, schedules, contacts, and everything else he could think of. He was going back to Geneva to make that self-righteous simpleton pay for what he had done to Hayden's home. (reply no one) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Commander Caskie Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1440) Jacobs made his way to the doors of Commander Caskie's personal quarters and rang the door chime. (reply Caskie) "Thank you for sparing some time to talk to me. I was just having lunch with Ensign Saint - Jean and she gave me some unfortunate news." (reply Caskie) "Well she informed me that the transfer that her and her team were granted has been resended. Ma'am has this been brought to your attention?" (reply Caskie) Henry took the time to process what she was saying. He knew that the Commander would have all information on crew movement and was surprised to find that she had heard nothing of the transfer cancellation. At this point he felt like he had waisted her time and began to realize he had jumped up in a far from heroic attempt to fix a problem he had no control over or say in. "Commander, I apologize if I have wasted your time and again I appreciate you entertaining my inquiry." (reply Caskie) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 12 - 1442) Josh didn't have long to wait before her door chime sounded and, when it did, she immediately instructed the computer to open the door allowing Ensign Jacobs to enter. She rose to greet him and smiling at him motioned him to a seat and taking another seat opposite him she regarded him. "What exactly can I do for you Henry?" "Thank you for sparing some time to talk to me. I was just having lunch with Ensign Saint - Jean and she gave me some unfortunate news." Josh blinked. It seemed that her first guess that Henry wanted to talk about his eye was way off base. Thinking about what he had said she almost blushed. ~Oh dear lord, she's ditched him and I'm the nearest thing he has to a mother and he wants my advice. Nobody told me this was part of the FO's job.~ Taking a deep breath Josh simply jogged him. "And..." "Well she informed me that the transfer that her and her team were granted has been resended. Ma'am has this been brought to your attention?" Josh immediately sat upright knowing that whilst this did indeed have repercussions for Ensign Jacobs it also had, if it was true, repercussions for herself too. She had heard nothing, but that did not mean that it wasn't true. Smiling at the Ensign, she began talking. "I see Ensign. Firstly let me say that as of now, this is the first I have heard of this. I will add however that this does not make it untrue. Nor does it make it true as yet. All I can say at present is that Bupers tends to be a law unto itself. However, I will make enquiries about this and I will keep you in the loop regarding what I hear. I hope that is satisfactory since it is the best I can do at present." Josh watched as his face fell since she had been unable to give him the answer he wanted. "Commander, I apologize if I have wasted your time and again I appreciate you entertaining my inquiry." Smiling at him she shook her head. "No you have not wasted my time, this is part of my job as FO and I am glad that you felt comfortable enough to bring this to me. However Ensign I have one other thing to say to you that, whilst you might not appreciate it quite at this moment, perhaps you should consider it. Bupers is not a dating agency. They send person ell as and where they see fit, and whilst it may inconvenience us as people, that, unfortunately is not their primary reason for existing. They do what they do for a reason and we just have to learn to live with it. (Reply Jacobs iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) ======================================================= (Unknown Location - Shuttle - Operative George Hayden - Day 13 - 1733) The transmission had come in an hour ago, and he had watched it five times now. Over and over, he had watched as the Starfleet officers entered and destroyed the only things in his life that mattered to him. They damaged the shop, but that was just a place to hold his precious cargo. He didn't care that the shelves had been knocked down, or that the register was emptied--he could replace money and he could replace shelves. But each and every one of his shoes was hand-crafted. It took hours upon hours, days upon days, to design a unique shoe and then manufacture it in different sizes. Nothing he sold was replicated. It all amounted to hours of labor. After putting so much time and effort into that work, carefully crafting each stitch in the leather, creating designs that would cushion each foot in a unique way, shaped for the customer's comfort...to watch Eian O'Neill's knife rip through the perfectly sewn leather, tear apart the specially-designed soles...any sane person would turn it off after the first painful viewing. But Hayden was far from sane at this point. His eyes dilated, he watched the video repeatedly with an odd smile on his face. A crazed look etched into his features, he zoomed in and paused the video, looking at Salid's smug face as the Captain entered. Hayden's eyes flashed. He zoomed out, looking at the disaster that was his home. Piles of mismatched shoes everywhere, torn apart by a knife and by the hands of those Starfleet Officers. Ripped to scraps of leather and plastic, scattered all over the floor as if they amounted to garbage... Hayden's heart beat irregularly as he rose and stared at himself in the mirror, finally breaking his gaze at the screen in favor of his gaze at himself. His wavy brown hair was slicked with sweat. Without saying anything to himself or even erasing the strange, creepy smile from his face, he walked over to the replicator and created a razor blade. With no guard, he proceeded to scrape his scalp with this blade, allowing the hairs to fall over his shoulders and occasionally get caught in his eyelashes. He continuously smiled as blood from small cuts dripped down and rested on his ears and around his collar. When his head was completely bald, he took the same blade and used it to start cuts in the upper sleeves of his shirt. He ripped the sleeves off and placed the razor blade on the ground next to the pile of hair that had now formed. Hair falling off his shoulders as he stooped over, he took the sleeves and tied them around his shoes, taking extra care to ensure the knot was tight and double-backed. As he walked back to the console, hair continued to flutter off of his clothing and shoulders, but he paid it no mind. The now bald man sat down in front of the video and fast forwarded to the part where Salid places the PADD on the front door, indicating that his home was closed to all but Starfleet Security personnel. His grin widened as he zoomed into Salid's proud expression. "Captain," he said, and placed his hand gently over the Captain's picture as if he were touching a fragile baby animal, "You have touched my heart. I promise to touch yours." (reply none) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - Lt Cmdr. Tom & Dahlia Jackson - 2O/COPS Day 16 - 0718) Tom glanced over to his left and spied Eian O'Neill. Jackson smiled as he thought of how the young man had grown. In all ways. Eian reached their table and said " Do you mind if I join you, Sir, Ma'am?". Tom and Dahlia replied "Of Course not Eian sit down". Tom stared hard at the younger man. The man had been to hell and back. He had his humanity literally ripped from his body yet amazingly a fragment had remained. Eian represented his opposite in how life treated the two men. "Eian, please call me Dahlia" she said poking Tom gently and this stinker is called Tom" she added. (Reply: Eian) Tom thought for a moment before posing what's on his mind. "Eian, first off I wanted to thank you for your prayers during the last mission" Tom said his voice becoming softer. (Reply: Eian) "I also wanted to see if you still would teach our child hockey" Tom added. (Reply: Eian) (Posted By; Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - "Long Haul" Diner - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 16 - 0722) Tom seemed to be staring at him, and Eian read his body language and came to the conclusion that Tom was admiring him. Even though he no longer felt disconnected from God and no longer felt shameful about how the mission had changed him, he still didn't think he deserved admiration. All he had done was get assimilated and un-assimilated, and then enter a personal crisis of faith. He wouldn't count that as admirable. "Eian, please call me Dahlia" Tom's wife interrupted his thoughts and then poked Tom gently. "And this stinker is called Tom" she added. He smiled. "I'll try to remember that, but 'Sir' and 'Ma'am' have been drilled into my brain," he said jokingly, pointing a finger at his skull. "I appreciate your willingness to allow me to be familiar with you both. It was a moment later that Tom spoke. "Eian, first off I wanted to thank you for your prayers during the last mission" Tom said his voice becoming softer. Eian nodded slowly, and looked down. "We were definitely in need of them. It's no small miracle any of us made it back." "I also wanted to see if you still would teach our child hockey" Tom added. He chuckled. "Of course!" he said enthusiastically. "We'll get the kid on skates early--age two or three. And you should buy knee hockey to play indoors, in your quarters," he suggested. "It's just like normal hockey except it's played on your knees with a foam puck and small plastic sticks. For indoors." (reply Tom, Dahlia) "It's a lot of fun. My brother Glenn and I used to play when we were much younger. Speaking of which, he's supposed to docking at 0900 this morning. He'll be heading off to the Academy in two months." (reply Tom, Dahlia) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 08:07) Ahmed smiled, "I'm well captain Capps. And yourself?" Calvin smiled. He was sure there was no way his face wasn't already showing how he really was. "I am doing well, thank you." "Please have a seat. Would you care from some fresh brewed Ethiopian Coffee? It's not replicated," the Captain of the Rosenante offered graciously. "Oh please," Calvin answered as he took the seat offered to him. He wasn't familiar with the coffee but it was a liquid and it seemed he couldn't quench his thirst this morning. Captain Capps watched the coffee being poured. The aroma from the pot smelled delicious. He was suddenly eager to try the coffee. A cup was handed toward his way, and he sat up at the edge of the chair to reach the plate it was offered on. Lifting the cup up to his mouth the warm vapors hit his face. He took a sip. None of his expectations were disappointed. He quickly took a second sip. "How was your trip to Geneva? Last I heard you were still stationed aboard the Spectre. How's captain T'vor these days?" "Captain T'Vhor is doing great, and he is taking excellent care of the Spectre. My trip to Geneva started out as me being a medical patient. A little attack on the Spectre took care of that." Calvin waved his hands quickly seeing the possible question forming from Ahmed. "I am fine, some minor scratches." "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." "I have come to take the Boudicca off of your hands. I hope she has been treating you well," Calvin responded. (reply Salid) "The orders are available to you from Starfleet Command, order Boudicca JK-5377." (reply Salid, room for more) "I hear the Boudicca has taken some extensive damage?" (reply Salid) (posted by Calvin) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16- 0809) "I have come to take the Boudicca off of your hands. I hope she has been treating you well," Calvin responded. Ahmed gave him a smile and a nod, "She's a good ship. One hell of a crew too. You're getting a good one in her, especially for a first command. I'll be sorry to see her go, I feel almost like she's one of my own." He took a sip of his coffee. He savored the flavor for a few moments before placing the cup back on the saucer in front of him. "Do you have your orders captain?" Ahmed asked then? "The orders are available to you from Starfleet Command, order Boudicca JK-5377." Ahmed swiveled in his command chair and accessed his personal work station. Before long he had a copy of the orders in front of him. It took him only a moment to review them, and when he reached the additional crew routing information, he had to read it twice. Not because he didn't remember it, but because it was unexpected. "Everything looks to be in order Captain." Ahmed said, then rose to his feet. "I hereby stand relieved of command of the USS Boudicca. Captain Capps, the ship is released to your command." He paused for only a second. "Computer note entry in Ship's log both USS Boudicca and USS Rosenante,as follows: transfer of command, USS Boudicca, from Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Task Force Commander, to Captain Calvin Capps, Commanding Officer, USS Boudicca by Order of Starfleet Command order Boudicca JK-5377, completed, this stardate and time index. " [[Noted and saved.]] the computer replied. "Computer transfer all Boudicca command codes to Cpatain Capps, authorization Salid 21-Delta-Tango, 22 Cairo" [Command codes transferred.]] Ahmed offered his hand. "Congratulations on your command, Captain. I am certain that the Boudicca crew will prosper under your leadership." (reply Capps iyw) "I hear the Boudicca has taken some extensive damage?" he asked then. Ahmed nodded for the second time before replying. "I'm afraid so. Both ships took quite a beating in our conflict with the Borg. The Boudicca lost her primary deflector array, along with a good portion of the forward decks. There were several other areas that were damaged, but you'd be better off discussing the condition of the ship with your acting Chief Engineer, Ensign Henry Jacobs." "He's a good man and has been handling all the major repairs and refits in coordination with the yard master. He was instrumental in making certain we managed to shake off the Borg and get ourselves home." (reply Capps) "If you'll indulge me a moment Captain. I noticed your additional personnel routing information at the bottom of your order stream. I'd like to introduce you personally to one of your new officers." (reply Capps) Ahmed nodded. Then with a large smile on his lips, he tapped his commbadge. "Captain Salid to Commander Jackson. Please report to my ready room immediately." (reply Jackson, Capps) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0810) Calvin sat at the edge of his sit as Captain Salid finished the transfer process. Ahmed offered his hand. "Congratulations on your command, Captain. I am certain that the Boudicca crew will prosper under your leadership." "Thank you Captain, that means a lot." He stood and took Ahmed's hand. He paused, "I hear the Boudicca has taken some extensive damage?" "I'm afraid so. Both ships took quite a beating in our conflict with the Borg. The Boudicca lost her primary deflector array, along with a good portion of the forward decks. There were several other areas that were damaged, but you'd be better off discussing the condition of the ship with your acting Chief Engineer, Ensign Henry Jacobs." "He's a good man and has been handling all the major repairs and refits in coordination with the yard master. He was instrumental in making certain we managed to shake off the Borg and get ourselves home." Calvin had read the report and was aware of Ensign Jacobs. "I consider myself lucky to be acquiring such a high caliber crew." "If you'll indulge me a moment Captain. I noticed your additional personnel routing information at the bottom of your order stream. I'd like to introduce you personally to one of your new officers," Salid said. "I would be happy to...," Calvin left the statement open. "Captain Salid to Commander Jackson. Please report to my ready room immediately." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Control Suite - Deck 2 - LCDR Tom Jackson - 2O / COPS Day 16 - 0811) Tom was reviewing piles of data padds - from parts to food stuffs and everything in between. Grumbling Tom said " arggh if I never see another padd it'll too soon". MCPO Phil Sheridan laughed and said "What price Glory Chief?" At which Jackson threw a padd at him. Sheridan laughed and ducked the incoming missile. Emily Graatz joined in on the fun with "Now boys" when the summons came through. =^= "Captain Salid to Commander Jackson. Please report to my ready room immediately=^= Tapping his badge Tom replied "On my way Sir" and closed the link. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Control Suite - Deck 1 - Outside Captain's Ready Room LCDR Tom Jackson - 2O / COPS Day 16 - 0813) Tom straighten his uniform and activated the entry chime. Once given permission to enter ,Tom strode in and reported to his skipper. (Reply: Skipper) Noticing another Captain seated next to him Tom acknowledged the man by saying Sir" before sitting down. (Reply: Captain Capps) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0814) Minutes passed and the chime sounded. The doors hissed open and Lt. Cmdr Jackson walked in. Calvin stood but didn't say anything. This ready room belonged to Captain Salid, it was only polite and correct procedure to wait for him. (reply Salid, Jackson) (posted by Calvin) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 16- 0815) It only took a moment for Jackson to make it to his ready room door. and Ahmed was actually smiling as he reached down to actuate the door, which didn't open due to the fact that he had a guest. Before he turned around he had reset his face to that of a serious demeanor. "Commander, this is Captain Capps" Ahmed began. Tom looked and greeted the man with a customary "sir." as was his usual means of greeting a senior officer. "I'm afraid he's brought me news from BUPERS. It seems Commander Caskie is no longer to be the First officer of the Boudicca. She's been moved to the position of Chief medical officer of the Rosenante." Ahmed paused for a moment allowing that fact to sink in before continuing, "And as you heard yesterday, Captain Durand has resigned his commission and sought his fate beyond the fleet, Captain Capps here has been given command of the Boudicca. He's aware of your role in bringing her back to home, and your short service as her acting First Officer while captain Durand was incapacitated." "That said, he has requested and been granted your transfer aboard the Boudicca. I'm afraid I'll have to find myself another Chief of Operations. Unfortunately you won't be making a lateral move, you'll be losing your position as Second Officer." You'll be taking on a great deal of crew and the captain here needs a officer able to help sort through all the paperwork and crew transfers. So effective immediately you are to report to the Boudicca. You're to assume the duties of that ship's First officer." Only then did Ahmed finally smile. "It's been a long time coming commander. Congratulations. I know you'll do wonderfully aboard the Boudicca." (reply Jackson) He turned to Captain Capps. "Captain, Commander Jackson is one of my most trusted officers. I value his advice, his skill and his demeanor. They have helped guide me through some rough times. And I sincerely hope that you come to appreciate this officer as much as I have. (reply Capps) "I'll leave it to the captain to transfer your command codes for you Tom. And I'll give you two a few moments to talk privately before you rush to tell your wife the great news." (Reply Jackson) "Captain, you're free to use my ready room for as long as you'd like. I will be on my bridge." Ahmed smiled as he stepped through the door onto his bridge leaving the two men to chat for a few moments. he was trying to figure out a good way to explain to Caskie that she had just been technically demoted. (reply Capps, Jackson) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Captain Calvin Capps - 0817) Calvin stood watching the many emotions Captain Salid was putting Lt. Cmdr Jackson through. Of course the news of Tom becoming the new First Officer of the Boudicca was sure make him happy. Only then did Ahmed finally smile. "It's been a long time coming commander. Congratulations. I know you'll do wonderfully aboard the Boudicca." (reply Jackson) Ahmed turned to Captain Capps. "Captain, Commander Jackson is one of my most trusted officers. I value his advice, his skill and his demeanor. They have helped guide me through some rough times. And I sincerely hope that you come to appreciate this officer as much as I have." "I am certain that such an officer that receives that sort of praise from his Commanding Officer certainly deserves it," Calvin said looking back and forth to Ahmed and Tom. "I'll leave it to the captain to transfer your command codes for you Tom. And I'll give you two a few moments to talk privately before you rush to tell your wife the great news." (reply Jackson) "Captain, you're free to use my ready room for as long as you'd like. I will be on my bridge." "Thank you Captain Salid," Captain Capps said. He let a few moments to pass for Ahmed to leave the room.He went around the desk and stood. "Computer, please show of the record that Lieutenant Commander Tom Jackson is here by transferred to the USS Boudicca serving as First Officer with all privileges. Command code Zulu Zulu One Nine Omega." Calvin looked at Tom and extended a hand. "Welcome to the USS Boudicca Commander Jackson." (reply Jackson, room for more if you want) "You are dismissed to celebrate. I expect you on the Boudicca at 0800 tomorrow morning. See you then Commander." (reply Jackson) (posted by Calvin) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - LCDR Tom Jackson Day 16 0819) Tom Jackson entered and reported to the skipper. Ahmid Salid teased his old friend for a bit before dropping the bombshell than was to change his life. Tom was the FO of the Boudicca ! Only then did Ahmed finally smile. "It's been a long time coming commander. Congratulations. I know you'll do wonderfully aboard the Boudicca." Tom smiled and replied Thank You Sirs" taking in both Capps and Salid. (Reply: either) Salid then left the Ready Room to the two men. Tom took a moment to look over his new skipper. Capps did the same with Tom. Each was taking the measure of the other. Capps broke the silence ""Computer, please show of the record that Lieutenant Commander Tom Jackson is here by transferred to the USS Boudicca serving as First Officer with all privileges. Command code Zulu Zulu One Nine Omega." Calvin looked at Tom and extended a hand. "Welcome to the USS Boudicca Commander Jackson." Tom took Calvin's hand and shook it firmly adding "Thank you Sir". Captain Capps went on further "You are dismissed to celebrate. I expect you on the Boudicca at 0800 tomorrow morning. See you then Commander." "Aye aye Captain" and exited the room heading ti his quarters to tell Dahlia. (Reply: Any in area) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 2 - LCDR Tom Jackson - FO Uss Boudicca 0820) Tom entered what used to be his quarters and plopped down. Dahlia was in another area and called out "Thomas is that you?". Jackson heard the call but didn't answer. The enormity of his new duties settling on his shoulders. Not hearing an answer, she came out to see who had entered. She smiled as she saw her husband. Tom turned and she saw a look of surprise and worry crossing his face. "Tom, what happened?" She asked. He took a breath to calm himself. "We've been transferred effective immediately" Tom replied. She too paused before replying. "where?". Tom's face brightened and said " The Boudicca - I'm the new First Officer". She smiled her radiant, loving smile and hugged him. "I always knew you'd go far. You sell yourself short. I am glad the fleet agrees with your mom and I dear" she added. Tom hugged and kissed his soul mate. Tom's mind already engaged with the move. "I'll see about getting our things moved over " Tom offered. Dahlia asked "Whe do we report aboard?". "0800 tomorrow. Captain Capps said to celebrate today. I intend to follow those orders devoutly" Tom added chuckling. "So what should we do7" she asked. Tom thought before replying. "I need to go and let the OPS folks know I suppose". "They should know Tom" she agreed. He nodded. (Reply: Any in area) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 2 - OPS suite LCDR Tom Jackson - FO USS Boudicca 0822) He entered and paused burning every deysail into his memory. This had been home to Thomas Jackson. He was wearing command red now and it felt strange. Chief Sheridan noticed his hesitation and came over. They were friends of long standing. Phil asked "What's the matter Tom?". "I've been re-assigned Phil" Tom said quietly. Phil had heard of his friends promotion to FO - he had a large network of friends all over the fleet. "What did you draw?" the older man asked. "First Officer of the Boudicca" jackson added. Phil sheridan smiled and became formal saying "Commander well done" Tom smiled and replied saying "Thanks chief there is party tonight at 1800 at 'Salty Dog' spread the word via ship wide communique ? " Will do Commander" Chief Sheridan replied. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1700) The walk back over from the Starbase back to the Boudicca was effortless and uneventful. There wasn't much that Henry had taken to the temporary quarters so packing up and heading back to his quarters required little time. The night before there was one issue that Henry had to take care of and that was finding an appropriate place for the the kitten that had made his temporary quarters his own personal living space. There was very little emotion in the act that was being performed. Jacobs carried the feline in his hand as he walked to the station's animal care unit. He described the circumstances in which the kitten had made its way into the temporary quarters and how it had made itself at home. The personnel in the animal care unit gladly took the kitten and began registry for the animal. Henry didn't take any time in leaving the establishment in order to make sure he didn't change his mind and try to bring the animal back with him to the Boudicca. He walked back to his quarters and prepared for the next day. Henry admired all the repairs that the Boudicca had underwent. Areas that Henry had seen damaged and destroyed during battle now looked state of the art and brand new. He strolled through the corridors with his duffel over his shoulder and made his way to his quarters. There were still starbase crew members onboard the Boudicca finishing up last minute jobs and tying all loose ends. The doors to his quarters opened and he proceeded in. After his first step he took a deep breath and was overcome with a sense of familiarity. Jacobs quickly threw his duffel down and changed into his uniform. He grabbed the gold pip from the dresser to and applied it to its rightful position. With a quick look in the mirror and a combing of his hair Henry head out of his quarters and to Main Engineering. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 1730) The sight was amazing. Engineering had a pristine aura about it. But there was no time to stand in the middle of the floor and gawk at the shiny touch panels. There was a skeleton crew working in the engine pit that night. Since returning to base the engineering crew had been skimpy and there had not been any crew reassignment reports run by him. He had to work with what he had, he would ask for supplementary support once he knew the ship was in working order. The acting CEO walked over to the warp core waving his hands over his head to get the attention of everyone in the room. The crew members huddled around Henry as he cleared his throat. "I know there aren't very many of us but this is how its going to be for a while. We have 36 hours to make sure that all repairs have been made and that this ship is operational and ready to leave port. We are all going to have to pull extended shifts to make this so. I will be here with you and we wont sleep until it gets done." There were no objections. And it appeared that everyone in attendance was ready and prepared to complete the task at hand. Jacobs handed out assignments and walked towards his office. He grabbed his tools and 4 padds that were sitting on his desk. It was a collection of all the work that had been done onboard the Boudicca. Henry pivoted with the padds in his hand and walked towards the Boudicca status display that appeared on the wall closest the engineering entrance. He reached out to the display and thought to himself. ~we will have you kicking in no time~ (reply none) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva Promenade Salty Dog Tavern LCDR Tom Jackson - FO Uss Boudicca 1802) Tom and Dahlia entered the tavern and sat down. A Ferengi waiter scurried over. Tom didn't recognize the man. "I'm LCDR Jackson. I have some rooms reserved for a celebration where do we go?". Tom said. "Ah Commander- please follow. Me" the man said scurrying away. Tom and Dahlia followed. They were soon entering a room that looked like what used to be called a disco dance bar. Tom smiled remembering the time he impersonated Elvis Presley at a costumed party. "This is perfect" Tom exclaimed. Jackson slipped the Ferengi some pressed latinum to ensure good service. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.05) Detron entered The Salty Dog only to directed to a side room by a Ferengi. He had a severe dislike for Ferengi but went with the flow. He walked into the side room to find a Discotheque theme. He didn't dislike Disco per se but he wasn't real fond of it either. He found a familiar face in CDR Jackson and his wife Dahlia so he chose to sit with them. He ordered a strong drink from the bar and turned to face CDR Jackson. "What should I expect in this party CDR? (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - The Salty Dog Tavern - LCDR Tom and Dahlia Jackson - FO. Day 16 1807) No sooner than Tom and his wife Dahlia were seated a member of his new crew entered and headed to their table. It was Denton Trei the B's Tac/Sec. Officer. Tom rose and greeted his shipmate. "Please join us Denton" Tom said indicating a seat next to him. When they had sat down, Tom re-introduced Dahlia. (Reply: Trei) Seeing Trei glance around he anticipated Trei's question "What should I expect in this party CDR?" "Well a lot of music circa late 20th century about the late 1970's, dancing from that era and foodstuffs such as hamburgers and hot dogs etc" Tom added. (Reply: Trei) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.15) Detron expressed his opinion on what he liked and disliked about Disco. While he liked the upbeat funky style such as Wild Cherry's Play That Funky Music, he didn't care much for the slower style of the BEE GEE's. "What is your opinion on those I have expressed like or dislike on?" Just then a fairly chubby patron walked up to the table and challenged him to a Hamburger Eating Contest. It was unfortunate for this man that Detron was hungry at the moment and could eat 30 hamburgers easy not including French Fries. He took this man up on his challenge and went to a designated table. The contest required you to eat 30 hamburgers in 30 minutes then an extra 10 minutes for a pile of French Fries at the end if they had room for it. When the bell sounded, Detron tore into the stack of burgers like he was the old Teran cartoon character Wimpy. At the 15 minute mark, he consumed about 20 of the burgers. He started to slow a bit at the end but finished the 30 burgers with 5 minutes left to spare. His opponent had a chance to complete the challenge but was in serious trouble. He had some room for the fries so he went after the pile with some help by drinking Coke to allow them to go down easier. At the end of the time limit, he fell short of finishing the fries but was pleased with his performance. He returned to the table to be congratulated by CDR Jacson and Dahlia. Dahlia had a wide look of surprise on her face as if she couldn't believe what she just saw. He understood this reaction and smiled. (Reply CDR Jackson, Dahlia) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - The Salty Dog - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson - FO Day 16 1820) Trei and Tom discussed musical tastes. Tom agreed with Trei about the Bee Gees . Tom loved "Wild Cherry's Play That Funky Music" it had an upbeat almost irreverent tone to it. "Detron, have you ever heard of a lady singer named Donna Summer?" He asked (Reply: Trei) "She recorded a song called Hot Stuff I really like" Jackson paused as the holographic DJ played that very song. (Reply: Trei) While Tom was explaining the music to Dahlia, Just then a fairly chubby patron walked up to the table and challenged him to a Hamburger Eating Contest. It was unfortunate for this man that Detron was hungry at the moment and could eat 30 hamburgers easy not including French Fries. Tom nudged Dahlia and pointed towards contest aream Trei took this man up on his challenge and went to a designated table. The contest required you to eat 30 hamburgers in 30 minutes then an extra 10 minutes for a pile of French Fries at the end if they had room for it. When the bell sounded, Detron tore into the stack of burgers like he was the old Teran cartoon character Wimpy. Tom saw others from the Rose and Boudicca enter. He rose waved them over and they started chanting 'Trei,Trei' to encourage Detron. At the 15 minute mark, he consumed about 20 of the burgers. He started to slow a bit at the end but finished the 30 burgers with 5 minutes left to spare. Trei's opponent had a chance to complete the challenge but was in serious trouble. He had some room for the fries so he went after the pile with some help by drinking Coke to allow them to go down easier. At the end of the time limit, he fell short of finishing the fries but was pleased with his performance. He returned to the table to be congratulated by CDR Jackson and Dahlia. Laughing loudly Tom said "Well done " and clapped him on the back signaling for Trei's cup to be refilled. Dahlia had a wide look of surprise on er face as if she couldn't believe what she just saw. Trei smile at her. Laughing so hard he was tearing Tom tried to explain. (Reply: any) (Posted by: Bill. W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Geneva - The Salty Dog - TAC/S ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 18.25) Detron listened to CDR Jackson's view on Disco artists and he mentioned Donna Summer. He enjoyed her very much along with Meatloaf and KC and the Sunshine Band. Just then the DJ played Hot Stuff. He was recovering from the contest when the Ferengi proprietor came over to take a picture of him for the Wall of Fame. From what he could gather, he was the 2nd person to master the challenge. Normally he hated to have his picture taken but made an exception in this case for he felt it was a warrior worthy performance. He received a T shirt with the accomplishment printed on the front. He signed the picture and gave the T shirt he signed over to whoever the proprietor felt worthy of purchasing it. The DJ stated to play Funky Town which he also enjoyed. (Reply CDR Jackson, Dahlia) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - The Salty Dog - LCDR Tom & Dahlia Jackson - FO - Day 16 1830) Tom was busily explaining the phenomenon called 'Disco' to a bewildered Dahlia. Trei was recovering from the contest when the Ferengi proprietor came over to take a picture of him for the Wall of Fame. From what he could gather, he was the 2nd person to master the challenge. Normally Trei hated to have his picture taken but made an exception in this case for he felt it was a warrior worthy performance. Tom smiled as Trei received a T shirt with the accomplishment printed on the front. He signed the picture and gave the T shirt he signed over to whoever the proprietor felt worthy of purchasing it. The DJ stated to play Funky Town which he also enjoyed. Dahlia's green eyes twinkling, she asked Trei to teach her to dance 'Disco'. (Reply: Trei) They left to enter the crowded dance floor. Tom's thought's drifted off into 'what might be'. Jackson was ordinarily a very practical man rarely given to dreaming. He day dreamed that one day he too would become a star ship captain. He looked around and smiled contentedly. Tom thought of Eian O'Neill. How would O'Neill describe Tom's run of luck. (Reply: Any Present) (Posted By: Bill W.) ======================================================= (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0705) When it was certain that Ben was up for the day, Sanok got up from the porch and went inside. "Morning," said Ben. His tone was not a happy one. "Good morning," said Sanok. "Now that you are awake, I have something to tell you." He waited for a moment until Ben had given him his full attention. "Last night while you were asleep, I went into town. I waited until the reveling was finished and I followed Turok and Shren back to Turok's cabin. When I was certain that no one else was there, I entered the cabin." Ben's entire countenance changed. 'Turok tried to come after me, but I rendered him unconscious with a nerve pinch. I then had a conversation with Shren. While I had him in a tal-shaya death hold, he gladly told me where Marah is. "Turok paid to have Marah brought here. He subjected her to torture, because he blamed her for his brother's death." Sanok didn't want to tell Ben the part about the torture, but he felt his friend needed to know the entire story. "When Turok was bored with Marah, he sold her to a man named Turrel. He is a leader of a family in the Orion Syndicate based on Aldavye. That is the next place we need to go." Sanok saw the expression on Ben's face. Knowing his friend as he did, he believed Ben wanted to find Turok now and take out his anger on the Nausican. "I know what you must be thinking, but we have the information we need," said Sanok. "We should leave as quickly as we can." (reply Soma iyw) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Outside Ready Room - LCDR Tom Jackson FO, - Day 17- 0755) Tom straightened his uniform and activated the Co's entry chime. Once Tom heard "Enter" he entered and reported in officially. "Sir LCDR Jackson reporting as ordered" tom said. (Reply: Captain Capps) Tom greeted his new boss and took the offered seat. They chatted for a few minutes. (Reply: CO) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Cabin, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1415) After talking with Ben early that morning about what he had done to learn where Marah was, Sanok had gone into town to see Klagth. The atmosphere was tense, and everyone avoided Sanok as though he had some horrible infectious disease. Moving quickly, he reached the Klingon's cabin without encountering Turok or Shren. Klagth had been asleep, so it had been an ordeal in itself to wake him. It was also fascinating to Sanok how bad a cabin could smell. Sanok had asked Klagth about finding a way off Axtis. It turned out that the Klingon had an old ship he kept hidden, and that he was willing to take Sanok and Ben to Aldavye. Grateful, he left and returned to his cabin to pack. Ben had already packed, and had gone into the woods to be alone for a while. Sanok could tell his friend appreciated that they now knew where Marah was, but it was also bothering him that Sanok had used physical coercion to obtain it. Sanok heard two people coming. Looking out the window, he saw Ben and Klagth. The grizzled Klingon was drunk, or at least he appeared to be. When the two were inside, Klagth sat down at the table. "Good day, Sanok." said Klagth as he raised his mug. "Good day to you, Klagth," said Sanok. He watched as Ben got a bottle of bloodwine from the cupboard and joined Klagth at the table. Ben poured a glass for Sanok. He eyed Ben curiously. Klagth told Ben about the ship he had, and that he was willing to take them to Aldavye. Ben was visibly grateful. The three men exited the cabin and headed into town. They were finally leaving Axtis III, and Sanok wasn't going to look back. (reply Soma iyw) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1630) Once they had everything they needed the trio wasted little time heading to Klagth's scout ship, Ben was actually surprised to see it was an old B'rel class bird of prey. Klagth had lead them through the woods, into a valley, over some small hills and into a gorge. This is where he had hidden his ship when he arrived at Axtis, it wasn't surprising that the locals hadn't destroyed the vessel because the climb down had been quite difficult and dangerous. Klagth had decloaked the ship with a hand held control and Ben took a moment to survey the ship, it had seen better days. It's hull was full of scorch marks and impact crators of various sizes but he could see no breeches. Klagth then lowered a ramp and everyone headed inside, the temperature us cool and the air was stale. There were no lights on in the hold, the only light present came from outside. The Klingon headed over to a terminal and brought it to life and activated the internal lights before sealing the ramp. He lead them into a corridor activating consoles as he came across them slowly lights came on as they continued to proceed. The interior of the ship was almost as bad as the exterior, this ship had seen more then it's share of combat both from without as well as within. They eventually came to the bridge and Klagth set about activating the ships systems, more lights came on and the consoles came to life. After a couple minutes the temperature began to warm up and the air seemed less stale, life support had been restored and was functioning. Ben would have preferred a little more light but this would suffice, it seemed as if the ship was constantly on alert status. Klagth flopped into the captains seat and swung around to face his companions. "It'll take a few minutes for the core to get to operating temperature." He said. "The Hav'neqh isn't much but she's space worthy. We're a little lean, no torpedos just cannons, no replicators, no holodecks and no comfortable beds." "This will do just fine." Ben replied. "Now." Klagth continued. "Considering this is my ship I'll take the center chair, one of you can take navigation while the other takes the engineering station, with some luck we won't need weapons. This ship is normally crewed by twelve officers but we can manage ourselves, I did get her here by myself." "My Klingon is a little rusty." Ben said. Klagth cave them a crash course in the basics of the ships operations and soon Ben was confident he could fly the ship easily enough. Klagth indicated that sufficient time had passed for the core so Ben slipped into the navigators seat while Klagth recloaked the ship. Ben set the thrusters to get then off the ground and then brought the impulse engines on once they broke atmosphere, he set a coarse for Aldavye and engaged the warp drive. Normal cruising speed was only warp five so they had some time to kill before reaching their destination. Turning to Klagth he said. "Now that we have some time to kill why don't you tell us how you came to Axtis." "Fair enough." Klagth stated. "I did say it was a story for another time." He leaned ahead in his chair. "Many years ago my great grandfather was accused of conspiring with an enemy of the Empire, he was tried and convicted. As punishment he was sentenced to work in the mines of Rora'Pentha for the remainder of his life. His house was stripped of it's title and his lands seized for the Empire. Seven generations of his family were to suffer his dishonor and were not allowed to serve in the Klingon defense force or hold any position of authority. It was rumored that the accusations were false and it was another family who was working with the enemy but to force the matter would have divided the council and resulted in war." Klagth leaned back in his chair. "When I was old enough I fled Qu'nos. My family still had a few friends, one of which arranged to get this ship for me. It was supposed to have been destroyed and as far as the high command is concerned it no longer exists. I couldn't bare the dishonor any longer, I escaped the stigma placed on my family and headed for Axtis. There I took on the act of a drunkard, someone everyone else would avoid. Over time I got used to it and eventually began taking bets and placing odds on sporting events, it provided some entertainment and some income." Klagth paused for a moment. "The rest you know." Ben understood why Klagth fled the Empire but he could have challenged the ruling, it couldn't do any damage now to clear his family's name. "Why don't you return and challenge the ruling, try and clear your name?" Ben asked. "It would change little, my family would still be regarded as outsiders." Klagth replied. "I've been an outcast all my life, a Klingon without honor. I'd just as soon keep it that way." "Maybe you'll change your mind later." Ben said. "Maybe." Klagth echoed. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (Geneva Station - Docking Level - Ensign(jg) Elizabeth Caspian, Dr. - 1313) The long trip to Geneva Station seemed to fly by to Elizabeth. She was to be stationed on the Boudicca, and during her trip read up no the last mission profile that ship was on. It sounded like the stuff of legends, never before has there been a mission where two federations ships stood toe to toe with the Borg and won. She was instantly curious who these people were that she would call ship mates. True the Rose was there, and Elizabeth hoped to meet a few from that ship has well. She knew that in engagements like this people can due and create wondrous things. She was sadden for the loss of life but understood that many more would have died was it not for there sacrifice. Has it was she hated violence, and cared little for bloodshed. Has her shuttle docked, Elizabeth gathered her gear and made her way unto the station proper. Grabbing a PADD from a small bag that she carried slung over one arm, She began to read. Being a telepath of her caliber was not always easy in places has busy has a Geneva Station the mental noise could was almost unbearable. Having the PADD and something else to focus on made it all the more easy to block out the noise. As she made her way to the Boudicca's repair slip. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Captain's Office - Ensign(jg) Elizabeth Caspian, Dr. - 1325) She entered the Boudicca after handing the officer at the entryway of the massive ship a copy of her orders. All throughout her halls were the signs of battle phaser burns in the walls, consoles still in need of repairs, but what got her attention was everything that was already replaced. She noted that every piece that was already repaired was something damaged worse than the damage that remained. Engineers are more like doctors than they know, It was a form of mechanized triage. It wasn't long before she found her way to the doors of the Captains office. Elizabeth already had the majority of the Boudicca memorized, on her trip from Earth. She pushed the chime on the door and waited for to be acknowledged, during which she took the few seconds need to make sure that she was put to right and everything was in place. (Reply Capps) When She was given the words to enter, Elizabeth entered, the doors sliding apart before her granting her entrance. She moved before the Captains desk, came to attention before speaking. "Captain, Ensign Caspian reporting has ordered." She handed out two PADDs one was her orders assigning her to the Boudicca, the other was a copy of her personnel file in case in all the chaos of the repairs it got misplaced it. The Captain took a few moments to look over the PADDs and the information contained with in, She waited patiently before she was addressed. (Reply Capps) (Posted By Matthew Locke) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - Personal Quarters - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 20 - 0005) Eian had been asleep when the signal came through. Salid's bio signature was missing from his quarters. He immediately alerted the few security personnel who were involved in this unsanctioned mission, and he powered up his 'command and control' security panels that he had set up in his quarters for just this purpose. He was already monitoring most of the station for the phased signatures, so he reasoned it would only be a matter of time before the computer noticed the anomaly and they would move in. This was where ADHD came in very handy. Moments ago he had been sleeping but he was immediately awake and alert as if he had a full night's sleep. ~God,~ he began to pray, ~Please watch over Captain Salid, and keep him as safe as possible until we arrive. Amen.~ A simple prayer, but complexity wasn't a requirement. His eyes glued to the monitors, he waited for something to jump out at him. Sickbay was waiting to receive the Captain, and he had a plasma rifle ready by his desk. He would transport himself to whatever location the computer gave him. All the preparations had been made. It was just a question of patience. ~This is where ADHD doesn't come in so handy,~ he thought. He turned on some music to keep himself focused, and continued to study the screen. (no reply necessary, any involved may reply) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Salid's Quarters - Operative George Hayden - Day 20 - 2358) With the ghost suit on and calibrated to a different frequency than the others, he was not searchable by the station's sensors. He had half a mind to go to his shoe store and examine the damage himself, but he reminded himself that he had a mission to accomplish. Gaining entrance to Salid's quarters was a relatively simple matter, and after he was in, he took a few minutes to look around. The relics that his new memesis kept would tell him something about the man, though unfortunately he didn't learn anything he hadn't already read in Section 31 records. Once he had finished walking around the Captain's quarters as if he owned the place, inspecting every little trinket and corner he could, he finally entered Salid's room armed with two objects. A ghost suit in a vacuum-sealed bag, and a hypospray. He made quick work of it--he injected the Captain with a sedative that would put him out for another half hour, and then got the man dressed in the ghost suit. He discarded Salid's clothing, treating it like the garbage it was. He took care to step on it while he slung the unconscious captain over his shoulder and proceeded to carry him in a traditional fireman's carry out of his quarters and directly to the area he planned to use for this venture. Once there, he would set up his equipment, secure the Captain in restraints, and await the man's return to consciousness. Then the fun could begin. (reply none necessary) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative George Hayden - Day 21 - 0028) Everything was set up quite to his liking. In fact, nothing had given him such pleasure since he had set up his room as a small child. Setting up his shoe store...now that was a different story. That was not so much *pleasure* as it was *bliss*. He placed a screen in front of the restrained Starfleet captain, and on the screen was a continuous loop of video of the Rosenante's previous mission. With his Section 31 access codes, he had managed to obtain the information before Section 31 had so unceremoniously taken him off this case. He thought he may have needed both the Boudicca and Rosenante mission logs before capturing Jessica Signos. It was a fairly simple task to separate the fatality and casualty reports from the Rosenante and create a program that would project the faces of those who died onto three-dimensional holograms. Their deaths would now cycle through, and when every crewmember had died in front of Salid, it would exchange that gore for the equivalent aboard the Boudicca. He had thought of other programs as well, in case the Captain didn't break in the time that it took for everyone under his command to die before his eyes, in real time. ~One can't rush these things,~ Hayden thought, bustling around like a grandmother caring for a sick child. He organized and re-organized his instruments. He steadied his copy of the Quran on its stand...the first of many copies he planned to light on fire in this small space. Their phased state made it unlikely that the fire would be a problem, or allow them to be detected. Though he had planned those two background techniques of annoyance, he didn't by any means plan to stop there. In fact, in Hayden's mind, they were simply decorations in the room, much like a figurine on a table or a picture in a frame. He finally sat down in a folding chair not far from where Salid sat restrained. He stared at the Mediterranean man's face, wondering curiously how the Captain's face and scalp would look without skin...~Ah, but that is not part of the plan,~ he corrected himself cheerfully. ~Perhaps another time! Or perhaps later...~ He smiled. "Time, my dear Captain, is something we both have plenty of at the moment. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with you." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 21 - 0031) Ahmed had almost given up hope that Hayden would take the bait, but he had not counted on his meticulous nature. Still, Salid had been aware of his entry into his room, and had decided to play along. Eian would have been alerted within minutes when the ships sensors or the personal tricorder in his quarters stopped measuring his life signs. The tricorder would also be conducting scans on silent mode, collecting the data that Eian and the others would need to rescue him. His eyelids were heavy, his thinking a bit fuzzy as he started to return to consciousness. His tongue seemed numb and he was thirsty, which told him that he had been drugged, most likely with a sedative. It took him a couple of moments to get his mind to wrap around the entirety of the situation in which he was placed. He forced his eyes open, expecting to see a brilliant shaft of light striking his eyes. Instead there was only the lighter glow of a display screen. "Time, my dear Captain, is something we both have plenty of at the moment. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with you." a voice stated, most likely belonging to Hayden. Ahmed stretched muscles and tensed against the restraints, to see if he had any flexibility in movement, which was proven to be non-existant. "Good Morning Sweetheart." Ahmed quipped as his awareness returned to him. "I hope you slept well, because we have a long day ahead of us." (reply Hayden) The Captain of the Rosenante wasn't unprepared. He tightened his jaw, grinding down on his back molars, crushing the prosthetics and dumping their chemical contents into his mouth where it was greedily absorbed by the lining of his mouth and then transferred into his blood stream. The first was a stimulant, designed to counteract most sedatives. The second was a pain killer that worked by binding itself to the pain receptors in the body. The amount of pain that Ahmed would feel as he was tortured would be reduced for a day or so as the chemical naturally degraded. It also had the added advantage of activating the hidden chemical signature that had been implanted in his body. a subtle decay of mildly radioactive materials that was known to extend past the phase barrier. "I took great pleasure in ordering those worthless scraps of leather that you call shoes torn apart. I've never seen such shoddy workmanship in all my travels." Ahmed goaded. (reply Hayden) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative Hayden - Day 21 - 0035) "Good Morning Sweetheart." The Captain said, his voice drowsy at first. "I hope you slept well, because we have a long day ahead of us." Hayden's eyes brightened. The Captain had a sense of humor! He grinned and leaned in as he whispered, "You are absolutely right." The Captain seemed to crunch down on something. Hayden watched as he jaw tightened. ~Interesting,~ he thought. ~He hasn't committed suicide...then it must be pain medication. No matter.~ He rose from his seat and gathered some instruments. As he prepared, the Captain spoke again. "I took great pleasure in ordering those worthless scraps of leather that you call shoes torn apart. I've never seen such shoddy workmanship in all my travels." Hayden's grip on his laser scalpel tightened, and he closed his eyes, steadying his heartbeat. ~Don't kill him yet. You'll regret it later if you kill him so early,~ he told himself, just as a child might catch himself before he angrily destroyed a frustrating new toy. When the bald operative turned around and met Salid, a smile was on his face. An idea popped into his head at that moment, and he decided to break from his original plan as his eyes lit up in excitement. He spun around again and gathered some more materials from his cart. "Captain, I sincerely apologize that my shoes were not to your liking..." he approached the Captain with a pair of laces and the laser scalpel in his hand, along with a handful of eyeholes for passing laces through leather. "Let's see if we can't give you something that's slightly more to your liking. After all, I live to serve my customers." (reply Salid) Hayden grinned as he sat on the ground, the Captain's foot tightly secured to the chair and unable to kick him as he began to work. He split the skin down the front of the foot and peeled it away, and then began to pierce the skin with the lace eyeholes before laying it back down on the filleted foot. He passed the laces through, quite literally making 'skin shoes'. He grinned the entire time, and spoke whatever came to mind. "I've always thought of shoes as a layer of protection, an exquisite invention by humanity and all humanoids, really. Everyone through history has worn shoes, and although they've improved in design in some ways, they are essentially the same as they always have been--they serve the same function, but simply serve it better as time goes on." He spoke quite like he was knitting a sweater, instead of mutilating someone's feet. "My favorite shoes are called 'tennis shoes'. The first shoes built for comfort while performing athletically. They're still worn today, though they're called different things in different cultures. I suppose your distant ancestors were fond of sandals. Living in a warm climate can make sandals extremely practical." He paused. "I wonder how your feet would look as sandals?" (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 21 - 0039) Ahmed watched with an almost detached interest as the man tightened his grip on the laser scalpel that he was holding. And while a rational part of the captain's brain told him that he shouldn't provoke the man in such a manner, his emotional side was completely ambivalent. in fact the entire scene was almost surreal, most likely an after affect of the drugs which he had been told would have such an effect. The situation, was no more hazardous in his mind than a danger associated with the watching of a documentary. He couldn't help but think about how good these particular drugs actually were working. "Captain, I sincerely apologize that my shoes were not to your liking..." he approached the Captain with a pair of laces and the laser scalpel in his hand, along with a handful of eyeholes for passing laces through leather. "Let's see if we can't give you something that's slightly more to your liking. After all, I live to serve my customers." Ahmed strangely enough simply nodded at the man, as he went to his gruesome task. He sat at his feet, and using the laser scalpel began to make a pair of skin flaps, to which he added grommets and then laces. Blood ran down the front of his feet, dripped from the tips of his toes and began to pool on the deck. The man was definitely disturbed, and Ahmed could feel the rush of endorphines and adrenalin as they flooded into his body in anticipation of the pain that never came. Still, the deed was done and even now, the adrenalin would be mixing with one of the isotopes and momentarily, he'd show up on sensors like a spotlight in a darkened room. Hayden was his, assuming that Eian and his team managed to locate them. "I've always thought of shoes as a layer of protection, an exquisite invention by humanity and all humanoids, really. Everyone through history has worn shoes, and although they've improved in design in some ways, they are essentially the same as they always have been--they serve the same function, but simply serve it better as time goes on." He spoke quite like he was knitting a sweater, instead of mutilating someone's feet. "My favorite shoes are called 'tennis shoes'. The first shoes built for comfort while performing athletically. They're still worn today, though they're called different things in different cultures. I suppose your distant ancestors were fond of sandals. Living in a warm climate can make sandals extremely practical." He paused. "I wonder how your feet would look as sandals?" Ahmed shrugged, "I've never been fond of sandals personally. I always preferred actual shoes. I have a pair of leather loafers that are quite comfortable. I wore them the last time I was on shore leave. Besides, most of Egypt is fertile and lush now, thanks to the weather control satellites. There's not nearly as much desert as there was in antiquity." Ahmed paused for a moment, his brain trying to tell him that he was seriously injured, but he refused to believe any of it. The scene before him was just not real to him, even though he knew that there was a very real danger. "You know," Ahmed stated making a genuine effort to view the man's handiwork, "Those are much better than the ones in the shop. They're a bit tight though. but I like the design, easy, convenient and lightweight. Why it's as if i am hardly wearing shoes at all. Quite marvelous." (reply Hayden) "So can I ask you a question?" (reply Hayden) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva - Phasing Location 2 - Operative George Hayden - Day 21 - 0043) "You know," Ahmed stated, and attempted to view his feet, "Those are much better than the ones in the shop. They're a bit tight though. but I like the design, easy, convenient and lightweight. Why it's as if i am hardly wearing shoes at all. Quite marvelous." Hayden grinned. ~He either thinks I'm completely insane and is trying to play along, or those drugs in his system are really doing a number on his head. Either way, I can have much more fun with him this way than I could otherwise.~ "I'm so glad you're pleased. You'll have to let me know before we're done here if you'd like me to make you some gloves as well." He rose from his position on the floor and put his bloody instruments back on the cart. He cleaned his hands of Salid's blood, knowing that he was just about to get more of it on him. He picked up a few more instruments and a flat, rectangular heating pad. He then walked back over to Salid and place it under the man's feet and turned it on 'high'. It was a slow roasting feature, something that would eventually result in thick soles underneath the man's new skin shoes. "So can I ask you a question?" Salid asked. "Of course, my dear Captain," Hayden answered, beginning to set up the equipment around his victim. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, and realized that Salid was going to last a very long time--he was feeling no agonizing pain, which meant hours upon hours of fun for Hayden. He would just have to be careful about getting caught. He would have to change the frequency of this phasing room at least every hour. The next phase of torture would ramp it up just a bit. He had concentrated air pulse generators set up around the Captain, tuned to the same frequency as the man's heartbeat. When Salid's heartbeat increased, they would sense it with high-powered, precision SONAR and send a burst of air within picoseconds of the heartbeat. Depending on the external setting, the pulse of air would be a puff or a bullet-sized generation of high-speed, damaging wind. The Captain would essentially be shot with "rubber bullets" repeatedly in the same places, unless Hayden moved the generators. He intended to move just past the soft tissue damage phase and perhaps break a few bones before he moved them. He placed them strategically at Ahmed's arms, legs, and back. He hoped to crack the man's spine, but that would take considerably longer because of the shape of the bone and the absorption of the energy by the surrounding tissue. (reply Salid) While the man spoke, he wiped the charred remains of the first Quran off the stand and lit the second one on fire. Then he readied the torture that would accompany the air pulses. He placed two sensors on Ahmed's temples, which would track his eye movements. Then he keyed in their signal to his wireless electrical shock device, and programmed it to give the Captain shocks that increased in frequency whenever the man looked anywhere but the Quran or his dying holographic crew. It would triple the shocks if he looked at Hayden, which in George's mind would only increase the terror he hoped he was instilling in Ahmed's mind. ~Even if he doesn't confront it until he's about to die, what I'm doing here will amount to some terror,~ he reassured himself. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 0900) The trip from Axtis III to Aldavye had taken nearly four days, and it would be four days Sanok would never forget. The ship was stale and musty, despite the life support systems. Klagth had an aversion to bathing, and spent much of the time actually being intoxicated, rather than pretending to be. When not performing any essential duties on board, Sanok spent the rest of the time in meditation. On the day they left Axtis, Klagth accessed the records on Aldavye. It was a typical Orion slave center, so there wasn't a lot of preparation needed to go there, though a business code would be required to beam down. Klagth didn't say how he obtained it, but he had a code. There wasn't much information on Turrel, but there was enough to learn that he was, by Orion Syndicate standards, an honorable man. It was entirely possible that all Sanok and Ben would need to do, was offer Turrel an amount of money high enough, and he would let them have Marah. After everything that had happened, a simple and easy resolution would be most welcomed. However, the Humans had an old saying about best laid plans. There was also some sort of law written by a man named Murphy. Whichever way things went, they were finally close to rescuing Marah. Since Aldavye was a rough place, Klagth suggested that Sanok alter his appearance and portray himself as a Romulan, rather than go as a Vulcan. No one would think anything unusual about a Romulan being at a slave center, but a Vulcan could cause suspicion. Klagth had joked that if Sanok and Ben didn't make a concerted effort to change their bearing and mannerisms, they would be spotted as Starfleet officers shortly after setting foot on Aldavye. "You especially, Sanok," Klagth had said with a hearty laugh. "Vulcans are stuffy anyway, but you take that to a new level." The Hav'neqh sickbay wasn't well-stocked, but there was enough there for Ben to alter Sanok's appearance. Looking at his reflection in a mirror, Sanok felt he looked like a real Romulan. "I am handsome as both races," said Sanok, a trace of a twinkle in his eye. "We are as ready as we will ever be. Let's go and get Marah." Klagth motioned for Sanok and Ben to follow him, as he led them to the transporter room. (reply Soma iyw) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye,Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 0910) Klagth had transported then inside the complex, no one paid them any attention which was fine with him. The quicker they got in and out the better, Sanok looked like a Romulan so he wouldn't stand out. Klagth had suggested the ruse since a Vulcan would stand out like a sore thumb. Ben and Sanok had proceeded to the Hav'neqh's sickbay where he was able to find enough equipment to alter Sanok's facial features and even found a dermal regenerator to fix his bruises and cuts. Now they were in the hornets nest and time was ticking, the longer they were here the more likely they would be discovered. They set about looking through cages hoping to see Marah, they didn't have much luck. After an hour had passed Ben was beginning to lose hope again, maybe she was gone. She might have been sold already and once again they would be back to square one. Ben fought to maintain his composure and did his best not to act as himself, he had to force himself not to stand straight and keep his arms moving from time to time, tap his leg or cross his arms, anything to appear non military. He hoped it was working. Another half hour had passed and still no sign of Marah, he was about to suggest they leave when he caught a glimpse of her rounding one of the cages. She wasn't a captive like the others but she still had the restraint, she was here after all. Ben felt his hopes being lifted, they had found her. She was every bit as beautiful and graceful as he remembered, he fought to suppress the smile that wanted to spread across his face and forced himself to stay put. He had to hide the fact that he knew her and came specifically to find her. She spotted him, stopped for a moment and turned back in the other direction. Ben felt his heart sink once again, why had she turned away? He wanted to follow her but decided against it, he knew she was here now he had to find her handler and get her out. (reply Sanok iyw) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye,Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1025) Marah had been granted more liberty by behaving, she was now able to move around the complex without an escort and she could come and go as she pleased provided it didn't interfere with her chores. She was getting closer to her goal of escaping and was in a pretty good mood. She finished her morning chores of washing Turrel's clothes from the previous day, cleaned his quarters and hers and had prepared the morning meal as per usual. She hoped he'd trust her enough to remove the restraint in a few days or maybe another week, so far he had been reluctant to do so. She didn't press the matter and did her best to behave, she followed his instructions and occasional allowed him to kiss her. She wasn't pleased with herself but if it helped grease the wheels she could endure it if she had to, thankfully he wasn't interesting in any more at least not yet. She left her room and began her daily routine of walking around the complex, she hated it but she had to do something. She always felt bad for those in the cages, most of them would be sold to various races for slave labor. Some of the lucky ones would simply become servants like herself and be treated decent enough but would no longer be free. She did her best to avoid eye contact with them, she couldn't help them even though she desperately wanted to. The complex was once again crowded, people looking at the merchandise, new merchandise being processed, the same thing day after day. She hated being here but for now she had to accept it. Rounding a corner she headed towards the center of the complex, she might see someone whom she could speak with about getting off Aldavye. What she saw when she straightened out stopped her in her tracks, could it be, was it possible, how had he found her? Ben Soma was only thirty feet ahead of her, she wasn't certain but she thought the person with him was Sanok but he looked different. She didn't know how to react, she wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him and leave with them. Then she remembered the time that had passed, if she wasn't important enough to look for then why bother with her now. She was both happy to see him and utterly disgusted at the same time. He had nerve, she had to give him that. ~Well Mister Ben Soma it isn't going to be that easy, I'm not going to run to you like nothing happened. You made me wait for over five years hoping you'd find me any day and everyday would pass breaking my heart over again, no, you forgot about me and now I'm going to forget you~ She spun on her heels and headed back the way she came, she knew the complex well enough to lose him in the crowd, now he can have a taste of how it felt to be left behind. She turned a couple more corners not even bothering to look back to she if she was being followed, right now she didn't even care. Serves him right. (reply Sanok iyw) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1045) Sanok and Ben went directly to the main slave processing center. It was probably an illogical place to start looking for Marah. since she would have been sold long ago if that was her plight. Chances were, that Turrel had her for his personal use, which could mean many things, some most undesirable. On the other hand, since Sanok and Ben wanted to establish a cover, maybe this was the best place to start after all. While eying the surroundings, Sanok noticed that Ben's eyes were fixated on something. Following his gaze, Sanok caught a glimpse of a woman that looked very familiar. It was Marah. Sanok could see on Ben's face, and in his body language, that his emotions were overwhelming him. After all this time, after not knowing if Marah was even alive, after everything they had to do on Axtis III, they had finally found his beloved. When Marah saw them, she froze for an instant, then spun away and disappeared down a corridor. Whatever Marah's reasons were for leaving, whether it was to not blow their cover, or because she was too overwhelmed to face them, it was vital that Sanok and Ben maintain their demeanor. "Rigo!" said Sanok in a stern tone. He grabbed Ben by the shoulder of his shirt and shook him for a moment. "Remember why we are here. You can lust after the women on your own time." He glared at Ben. Ben seemed to regain his focus. They were on the verge of rescuing Marah. They couldn't blow it all now on an undisciplined emotional reaction. "Do you remember what our Klingon friend told us?" said Sanok. "If there is a specialty item we want, we need to see the people in charge and not deal with the lackeys here." Sanok looked around and saw one of the large Orion guards. "You!" The guard looked down at Sanok, mildly interested in what a Romulan had to say. "What we need is not here. Take us to someone in charge." The guard grunted a laugh. Sanok reached into his pocket and waved a bar of gold-pressed latinum. The guard laughed and looked away. Sanok reached into his pocket, now holding three bars. The guard looked at the latinum, then at Sanok. He looked around him, stepped forward and snatched the bars. "Come with me." He began walking away. Sanok looked at Ben and nodded. "We must be careful." He started following the Orion. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1050) After getting a verbal slap from Sanok Ben was able to refocus on the task at hand, they knew Marah was here. They had somewhere to start. His friend was right, Klagth said if they had special requests they need to talk to the head honcho. The caged slaves were for the general clientele, more exotic merchandise was keep in another location and reserved for those with special tastes. Sanok did some quick negotiating with an Orion guard and then he began leading them towards the back of the complex. "We must be careful." Sanok stated before following the guard. Ben merely nodded not trusting himself a the moment. The guard lead them down a long corridor lined with doors, he proceeded right to the bitter end before stopping. He reached for the knob but before opening the door he said. "Don't make me regret this or there's not enough latinum in the quadrant to keep me from killing you both." He pushed the door open and allowed then to enter the room. The office they entered was very plush, large padded chairs, good lighting, a few tables lined both side walls accented by high backed benches for privacy. Every table had a tray of fruit and a decanter of some kind of wine accompanied by several glasses. The walls were decorated with expensive looking tapestries and scenic pictures. Clearly this was a place where you were meant to be comfortable, where the operator of the complex entertained his favored customers. From behind a desk on the far wall a Ktarian stood and regarded his new intruders. He placed the padd he held on the desk and walked around to the front and sat on the edge. "What can I do for you gentlemen?" He asked. "I'm Turrel Mousette, this is my establishment. If I don't have what your looking for I'm sure I can find it for a reasonable price." Ben was able to compose himself during the walk to the office, he was confident enough to speak now. "I wasn't able to find anything that caught my attention in the front." Ben began. "Then I noticed you had a slave roaming freely about your complex." Turrel smiled at the thought of slaves roaming his complex freely. "The Bajoran, yes." He said. "She's my personal servant." Ben wasn't found of what that implied but he remained focused. "She caught my eye, she's quite attractive." He said. "Would you be willing to part with her." Turrel rubbed his chin for a moment. "I'm afraid she's more trouble then she's worth, many have been interested in her in the past. A Ferengi wanted her right or wrong, absolutely adamant he had to have her." Turrel explained. "He inquired about her experience with omoks, she told him she could perform well enough. He then insisted on a demonstration of her abilities, she began stroking his lobes for a while. He seemed to enjoy her talents, then she began massaging his lobes and before I knew it he was screaming in agony. I thought she was going to tear his ears off. He threatened me of course, but I reminded him of my influence so he dropped the matter." Ben resisted the urge to laugh, served the Ferengi toad right. "She can't be that bad." Ben said. "Surely she has some redeeming qualities other then her looks." "If she does she hides them well." Turrel stated. "I could have sold her time and again but she always found a way to upset the client who was interested, I decided to keep her for myself. She has been hard to domesticate, she's very defiant and stubborn." "Bajoran's were always passionate people." Ben retorted. "I'll pay fair market value for her." Turrel laughed. "It isn't the question of money, she's quite wild. If you weren't pleased with her I'd hate for you to return her expecting a refund." Turrel said. "As I said she's more trouble then she's worth, if she didn't cost me a tidy sum I would have exterminated her long ago." Ben felt like strangling the Ktarian for his last statement . "I have to admit she is a decent house keeper and cook." He added. "Thirty percent above market." Ben offered. Turrel stood and walked around to the back of his desk and sat down again. "Generous offer." He said. "Give me some time to think it over, feel free to have a look around. If your luck you might even bump into her again and save yourself some money and a lot of headaches. I'll send one of the guards to find you when I've made a decision." "Fair enough." Ben replied and turned to leave the room. When they had been lead back to the front and left alone Ben turned to Sanok. "Think he'll go for it?" Ben truly hoped he would, he was so close and couldn't think about losing her now. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Turrel Mousette, 1115) "Sir?" "What is it, John?" "I have the information you wanted." "Go ahead." "The Romulan and the Human arrived several hours ago, beaming directly into the transport area of the complex. They had a valid business code, of course, and the code belonged to Klagth." Turrel was looking at some paperwork while listening to John. At the mention of Klagth, he froze for an instant, then slowly looked up at his assistant. "Are you sure?" "Yes, sir. It was definitely Klagth's code. The Romulan and the Human beamed down from an old B'rel scout ship. We did a full sensor sweep, but there is no B'rel anywhere in orbit. If it's still there, it's cloaked. We're now conducting a thorough sweep, sector by sector." Turrel was silent for a few moments. "Well, well, Klagth. What are you doing back here, and what do these two new arrivals want with my Bajoran gift from Turok?" He was silent again. "Find him." "Yes, sir." John hurriedly left the room. "This is going to be interesting," said Turrel. "Most interesting indeed." (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1245) Sanok and Ben had been waiting and waiting, and waiting some more, for word from Turrel about Ben's offer to purchase Marah from him. When an Orion guard came to them and told them to follow him, the word had apparently come. They walked through the corridors, finally reaching Turrel's office. "Gentlemen," said Turrel. Sanok heard someone gasp and he turned to his left. Seated in chairs, were Klagth and Marah. Each was being guarded by a large Orion with a disruptor. Sanok and Ben looked at each other. Sanok could see anger raging on his friend's face. If Sanok didn't find a way out of this, it was clear Ben was going to try something. There was still the possibility of getting out of this without violence. "What do you want, Mister Mousette?" said Sanok. "I want to know what's going on," said Turrel. "You see, Klagth here once worked for me. We had a... disagreement, and his employment was terminated. Now, years later, he shows up unannounced and uses his old business code to bring a Romulan and a Human into my complex. I know his family are traitors, but to befriend a Romulan?" Sanok heard Klagth growl at the mention of the word, traitor. "You offered to purchase Marah here, at an unreasonable level of profit for me, and you didn't even tell me your names. You didn't think I would be suspicious, or try to find out something about you?" "I am T'maekh Jo'rek, and this is Rigo," said Sanok. There was no reason to reveal their Starfleet identities. "Our offer was sincere. All we want, is to purchase the Bajoran woman and leave. We mean to cause you no trouble, and once we leave, you will never see us again." "Why do you want her?" said Turrel. "The person that sent us, has specific tastes," said Sanok. "We are here, simply to find what he wants." Turrel studied them for a few moments. In this business, Sanok was certain the man had learned to discern when someone was telling the truth, and when someone was not. Sanok hoped his Vulcan demeanor would pass Turrel's scrutiny. "Part of me is saying that I should accept your generous offer and let you be on your way," said Turrel. "However, I have a nagging feeling in my gut, that there's much more to this than meets the eye. What a dilemma, eh?" "There is nothing else I can tell you," said Sanok. "We desire to purchase this Bajoran woman, and once we do that, we will be gone." "Oh, that part of your story, I believe," said Turrel. "The part that's bothering me, is what Klagth has to do with it. When we parted company, it was understood that he would never come back. He came back." Sanok glanced at Klagth. Their eyes met, and Sanok didn't like what he saw. "You didn't have your own business code, Mister Jo'rek," said Turrel. "If your employer had needs from us, why didn't he have one? Why did you need this p'taq to bring you and allow you to use his code?" It may have been the Klingon desire for battle. It could also have been that Klagth realized Turrel had Sanok backed into a corner. It may simply have been that Turrel insulted him. Whatever the reason, with more speed and agility than Sanok would ever have expected, the fat, grizzled Klingon leaped out of his chair and disarmed the Orion guarding him. Shooting the one guarding Marah, Klagth roared and all hell broke loose. (reply Soma, Marah) (Posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1250) Ben could feel the adrenaline flowing through his system so when Klagth made his move he sprung into action. Turrel was heading around his desk most likely to activate an alarm of some kind, Ben leaped over the desk planting both of his feet into the Ktarian's chest and driving him back into the wall before he could do what ever it was he planned to do. Before Turrel was able to recover Ben was on him, pressing one knee into the slavers throat. Turrel gasped for air but Ben didn't care, he'd had enough. "Your history with Klagth doesn't concern me." He stated. "He was hired as a courier, the fact that he had a code was a bonus in his favor. Our employer prefers to remain anonymous, he has a lot of enemies with a lot of influence. He trusts very few people, Orion slavers being the top of the list. All you need to concern yourself with is the business opportunity we presented you with." Turrel coughed and attempted to reach something in his pocket, Ben applied more pressure and Turrel stopped what he was doing. "I wouldn't try anything, a little more pressure and your neck will snap." Ben said in an even tone. He eased the pressure off a little before continuing. "I'm a man of honor Turrel, I intend to pay you what was offered. All you have to do is finish the paper work, remove the restraint and we leave without further incident. I have to admit that I'm curious, why would a slaver suddenly take an interest in why someone wants one of his slaves. Seems like an odd time to develop a conscience doesn't it?" Ben leaned a little closer to Turrel. "I don't want anymore trouble so if we have an understanding I'll let you up and we can conclude our transaction." He said. Turrel simply grunted his consent, Ben got off him and pulled him to his feet. "Nothing funny now." He added. "I'd prefer not to kill you but I will if I have to." (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1252) Marah wasn't sure of what was going on, one of the guards had came to her room and told her Turrel wanted to see her. She thought nothing of it, it happened often enough. When they arrived at the office she was forced into a chair beside Klagth of all people, no one said anything. The guards drew their disruptors and pointed them and her and Klagth. She was confused, why was Klagth here. Had he come with Ben or was it a coincidence? Then the door opened again and Ben and Sanok were ushered into the room, this wasn't good. Turrel began speaking and asking questions, Sanok did his best to deflect them and convince Turrel that they were here as go betweens to purchase her for their master. Turrel wasn't buying it, he questioned why they had come with him when he was never to return, insulting him in the process. Before she knew what was happening Klagth burst into action knocking over his guard and seizing his weapon and shooting her guard, Ben was jumping over the desk at Turrel. From her vantage point she couldn't see what was happening but she heard Turrel gasp for air, she looked from the desk to Klagth to Sanok. What was going on? She heard Ben speaking with Turrel but couldn't quite make out the conversation. She looked to the desk but neither Ben nor Turrel were moving, she glanced back at Sanok for any indication of what was happening. Everything happened so fast, this morning she was working on her own plan of escape. She almost ran into Ben and Sanok, her emotions were at odds with her. She fled the floor in hopes of losing them, convinced she had she went about her normal routine for the day. All of a sudden she was forced into a chair beside an old friend with no explanation, then this happens. Not good, not good at all. How was she going to get out of this? (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1254) Klagth took out the two Orions guarding him and Marah. Ben went after Turrel, leaping over his desk and tackling him. Sanok spun to face the guard behind him, who was about to fire his disruptor. Sanok struck at the weapon, spoiling the guard's aim. A quick combination punch and the guard went down. Sanok hit him with a nerve pinch to be sure he was out. While Ben was dealing with Turrel, Sanok moved towards Klagth and Marah. Klagth was smiling like a child that had just been given a large birthday present. "It has been a long time since I fought someone for my life.," said Klagth. Sanok nodded to him and looked at Marah. Her face was filled with confusion. "It is most agreeable to see you again, Marah." Before she could respond, and before Sanok could say anything else, Ben brought Turrel to them. Marah still had the neuro-restraint on her neck, and it had to be removed before they could take her away. After everything Sanok and Ben had done to find Marah, they were now just one step from getting away. Inside, Sanok was smiling. (reply Soma, Marah) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office,CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1256) With the guards taken care of and Turrel under control Ben was feeling much better, he flashed Marah a smile as Sanok spoke with her. Klagth seemed quite proud of himself as well, the Klingon was almost beaming with pride over his attack. Ben removed a Klingon chip from his pocket and gave it to Turrel, he had the information memorized but this seemed a little more professional. "This contains the necessary information for you to get your payment, account number, access code, tracking information what have you." He said. "Now if you'd be so kind as to remove the neuro restraint we can be on our way." Turrel turned back to his desk with Ben and the others close behind him, Ben still didn't trust the slaver and wasn't about to take any chances. The Ktarian opened a drawer and removed and device which he took to Marah. He pressed it against her restraint and activated it, the restraints indicator went dark and then it fell off her neck into Turrel's hand. "That wasn't so hard now was it." Ben said. "We could have easily avoided the violence." Turrel just looked at him. "It's in your best interest to never return here." He said. "We will never darken your door step again." Ben answered. "I have a feeling we'll be taking our business else where from now on." "A wise decision." Turrel said before turning to Klagth. "If I see you again your as good as dead, you know I'm a man of my word." Klagth grunted. Turrel went back to his desk and replaced the device he had, along with the restraint, into the drawer and closed it. He picked up a data slate entered something into it and pressed his thumb to the upper right corner. He then passed the slate to Ben. "This will get you through the outer doors, no one will ask you any questions." He said. "I'd like to be able to say it was a pleasure doing business with Turrel but it wouldn't be true." Ben said taking the slate. They had what they came for and now it was time to leave. He didn't want anyone to enter the room while they were still there, the scene would raise too many questions he didn't feel like answering. Without taking his eyes off Turrel he said. "Looks like we've worn out our welcome, time to leave." (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office,Marah Neru, 1257) Marah could hardly believe what had happened, she watched as Turrel took the device for removing restraints from slaves from his desk and headed towards her with it. She was finally going to be rid of the awful constant itch that threatened to drive her insane. Ben stayed close to Turrel, clearly he didn't trust her slave master very much which was a very wise precaution. She fought to remain still as Turrel pressed the control unit to her restraint and deactivated it, she could feel it release it's hold and her neck as it dropped off. The itch didn't go away as he had hoped it would, it was still present though to a lesser degree. She reached up and scratched at the spot for a moment which wasn't a good idea, the flesh underneath the restraint had become quite sensitive. She was finally free, after over five years she was free. Ben had saved her after all, but she wasn't ready to forgive him that easily. He still had alot of explaining to do and he was going to get an ear full the first chance she had. She was happy to see him, Klagth and Sanok. Klagth had been her friend for a long time and he was the only one in the room she wasn't angry with. She didn't know why she was angry with Sanok but she was, he was Ben's friend and that was reason enough she supposed. They both had some explaining to do after she yelled at them for a while, she'd been rehearsing what she would say for a while just in case she got the chance. They didn't know what was coming. When everything was said and done Ben said it was time to leave, she was all for that idea. She'd been here among the slaves longer then she'd care to remember, she wouldn't miss this place and the sooner she could but it behind her the better. All they had to do was walk out the front and return to what ever ship had brought them here. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Turrel Mousette's Office, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1258) "Let me see that," said Klagth. Everyone looked at the Klingon. "That PADD Turrel gave you. Let me see it." Ben handed it to him and Klagth studied it for a few moments. "It is legitimate, but I do not trust Turrel to actually allow us to leave. Once we're gone, we'll need to walk through these corridors, go through the slave area, then to the outer complex, and to the space port section. There are a hundred places along the way Turrel's men could ambush us." "What do you suggest instead?" said Sanok. After returning the PADD to Ben, Klagth went behind Turrel's desk and pressed a button on a console to the right. The back wall behind the desk slid open, revealing a small transporter with two pads. "Turrel had this installed in case he ever needed to escape or leave without anyone knowing," said Klagth. Sanok was watching Turrel. The Orion boss wasn't saying anything, but his eyes were fuming with rage. Klagth began searching through the desk drawers until he found a small device. "This is my communicator. Turrel's men took it from me after I was captured. We can contact my ship computer, get its position, and beam directly there. Sanok, you should nerve pinch Turrel so he doesn't sound an alarm. We'll take off and be gone from here before anyone knows anything is wrong." Sanok had to admit he wasn't trusting Turrel's word about allowing them to leave. It was fortunate that Klagth had once worked for Turrel and knew so much about this place. "Mister Mousette," said Sanok. "I regret that I must render you unconscious, but what Klagth is saying is logical." "A Vulcan? I didn't think even a p'taq like Klagth would be friends with a Romulan" said Turrel. That was the last thing he said, as Sanok pinched his nerve, guiding him to the floor so he wouldn't be injured in a fall. "You two go first," said Klagth, pointing to Ben and Marah. They stepped onto the transporter. After contacting his ship computer and getting the coordinates, Klagth beamed them away. "Before we go, Klagth," said Sanok, "I wanted to say that I find it most coincidental that you once worked for Turrel, and that you know so much about this place." Klagth grunted. "How do you think Turok knew to sell Marah to Turrel at this place?" Sanok tilted his head to one side and stared at Klagth. He had no idea what to say. "I once worked for the Orion Syndicate and a slaver. That alone must have told you about the kind of man I had to be. My family name was dishonored. There was nothing for me amongst my people." Sanok wasn't certain, but he thought he saw regret in Klagth's eyes. "I did some business with Kavol and his family of which I am not proud. I did not betray Marah's friendship. Turok knew about this place from me before Marah came to Axtis. I had to come with you to help rescue Marah. I owed her that." Again, Sanok remained silent. He was not here to judge Klagth, but the man clearly needed to clear his conscience. He had befriended and helped Sanok and Ben both times they were on Axtis. This was something Sanok owed him. "We must go," said Sanok. "Ben and Marah must be worried that something happened." Sanok stepped onto the transporter pad, while Klagth entered the coordinates. Before Klagth could finish, the door to Turrel's office opened and an Orion guard entered. There was an instant of surprise and hesitation, followed by disruptor fire. Klagth cried out in pain and fell to the floor. Sanok fired at the Orion, dropping him with one shot. He ran to Klagth. The Klingon had a nasty wound in the middle of his back. He was panting for breath, and his face showed he was in great pain. An alarm outside began to sound. Someone had discovered that there was trouble in Turrel's office. "Go!" said Klagth, gasping for breath. "Go now, before more guards arrive." "I am not leaving you behind," said Sanok. With all his strength, he began dragging the heavy Klingon towards the transporter pad. "There isn't enough time," said Klagth. He was getting weaker. "Go. I will operate the transporter." Sanok could hear the footsteps of the reinforcements that were coming. Deep down inside, he knew he would not be able to get Klagth onto the transporter in time. "You know I'm right," said Klagth. His eyes were blinking as he tried to remain focused. Sanok did indeed know that Klagth was right. Both of them could not escape. If Sanok tried that, neither of them would make it. Against everything his heart was telling him to do, his logic took over. Sanok gave Klagth his disruptor and ran onto the transporter. As the beam took him and Turrel's office faded from his sight, the last thing he saw, was Klagth firing at a squad of Orions advancing into the room. (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1302) Ben and Marah had been transported to the bridge of the Hav'neqh, he immediately went to the nav station and set a course out of the system. Sanok and Klagth would be arriving soon and the sooner they got out of the system the better. Turrel would not be happy when he came to, it was fortunate that Klagth had been employed by the slaver in the past and knew about the hidden transporter. When he had the course locked in he turned to Marah. "You may want to find a set." He said. "Things may get a little bumpy." She just stared at him, he could tell she had something on her mind. He also had a feeling he wasn't going to like what she had to say judging from her expression. "You have a lot of explaining to do mister." She said. Ben knew he had it coming to him but he didn't have time to deal with it now, it would have to wait. "What ever you have to say will have to wait Marah." He said. "Our friends are over due, they should have been right behind us." More then enough time had passed for Sanok and Klagth to beam up, what was taking so long. He didn't like it, too much time had passed. Marah sensing his concern sat at an empty station. "When we get out of here you'd better have some answers." She stated. "I will." He replied. Then he heard the hum of a transporter beam, turning to face it he was surprised to see only one figure rematerializing. When the transporter had released Sanok Ben went to his side. "What happened, where's Klagth?" He asked. Marah had also joined them, concern evident on her face. "Sanok?" (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1303) "What happened?" said Ben. "Where's Klagth?" Both Ben and Marah were at Sanok's side. "Sanok?" "We were discovered by Orion guards," said Sanok. "Klagth did not make it." His tone was flat, and his face was devoid of any expression. "We must leave now before we are found." Sanok moved past Ben and Marah and took the pilot seat. Ben had been prepping the ship for launch, so it took Sanok only a few seconds to be ready. Activating the thrusters, the Hav'neqh began to ascend. The feeling inside the ship was heavy. Each of them liked Klagth, so knowing he had not made it, was affecting them all. It was affecting Sanok much harder. If he would not have paused their escape from Turrel's office by questioning Klagth's past, they would have beamed out before the Orion guard found them. Klagth was either dead or captured by a man that hated him, and it was Sanok's fault. The Klingon vessel rose through the atmosphere and into space. Sanok moved away from the planet and prepared to warp out. The cloak was taking a few minutes to engage. Sanok was concentrating so hard on keeping the old B'rel flying, he didn't recognize if it was Ben or Marah that warned him of an approaching Orion cruiser. The Hav'neqh lurched as it was struck by incoming fire. A console behind Sanok blew, sparks raining on the cockpit. "Conducting evasive maneuvers," said Sanok. The ship was struck again. Sanok heard someone behind him fall to the floor. The last hit scrambled helm control, so Sanok had to re-plot a course. With time running out, he entered a random course. "Engaging warp drive!" The Hav'neqh burst into warp space, just as a photon torpedo roared through where the ship had just been only moments before. "Engaging cloak," said Sanok. He tapped the console a few more times and studied the sensor readout. Readjusting the course and heading, he changed it so they were now on their way to Geneva Station. He turned in his chair to face Ben and Marah. In a subdued voice, he spoke. "We made it." (reply Ben, Marah) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1305) Ben had been monitoring the tactical station and saw the Orion ship coming, he shouted they had company and brought the shields online just as the first salvo struck them, a console blew out and the ship rocked. The shields were holding, for now. He wasn't sure how much of a beating the aging B'rel could take. Sanok stated he had begun evasive maneuvers and Ben looked for a chance to fire back, they only had two forward facing disruptors. Another blast struck the ship and she rocked and groaned in protest, from his peripheral vision he noticed Marah picking herself off the deck. "We can't much more of this." Ben stated, the shields were losing power and he couldn't do much about it. Sanok announced they were going to warp just as his console warned him of an incoming torpedo, the ship lurched to warp as the torpedo passed through the space they had occupied a split second before. Then Sanok announced he was engaging the cloak and Ben was relieved to see no ships in range to take advantage of their loss of shields. Everything went silent for a moment, Ben thought of what happened to klagth. Had the Klingon been killed to taken captive, they would never know. "We made it." Sanok said in a subdued voice breaking the silence. "We have to go back." Marah said. "Klagth may still be alive, we have to do something." Ben got up from his station and crossed the deck to stand in front of her. "By now there's a security net blanketing the complex." He said in an even tone. "We wouldn't be able to locate him even if he is alive, there's nothing we can do for him now." He could see tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I want to help Klagth too Marah but going back now would be suicide, we barely got away from there." Marah slumped into a chair. "So that's it." She said. "We leave Klagth to his fate." Ben knew she was upset, she had been upset before and this made it worse. "I'm sorry." Ben reassured her. "We can't take the risk, this ship wouldn't take another fire fight and our deaths would accomplish nothing." "That's typical." She muttered. Ben wasn't sure what she was referring to. "I don't understand what you mean." He said. Then she let everything go. "You left me behind and now your leaving Klagth behind." She yelled. "It's been over five years Ben, I didn't know if you were alive or if you were coming to get me. I held out hope you would come for me but that faded. You didn't even think enough of me to bother looking did you, just as you won't bother looking for Klagth now." Ben was about to try and explain when she cut him off. "Kavol's family thought enough of me to look me up, even the Orion's thought enough of me to make me their guest for a while." Ben looked at Sanok and then back at Marah, she also looked at Sanok. "Don't you pick up for him either, your just as bad as he is. High and mighty Starfleet officers, the only thing that matters is your precious duty." Ben tried to speak again but Marah keep going. "I thought you cared about me Ben, I truly thought you were different. For once in my life I thought just maybe I finally found a decent guy, someone who I could make a life with. You dumped me off on Earth at your first chance and didn't bother looking back. Why now after all this time, did your conscience finally get the best of you." She was wound up and Ben knew there would be no getting through to her in this state but he had to try. "I do care about you Marah, you have no idea what I've been through to find you." He said. She just shock her head and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you." She said. "Just leave me alone." Ben nodded. "If that is what you want." He said. It was probably best to give her some time to calm down, she clearly had a lot to think about and the loss of Klagth was affecting her as well. He turned away from her disappointed that their reunion had gone better, she just need some time to cool off. It would take them several days to reach Geneva so he had the time to give her. He moved to the engineering station to get an idea of how much damage they had suffered and how long it would take to repair, the ship was theirs now. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (Hav'neqh, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1900) The mood on the Hav'neqh had been heavy since the escape from Aldavye the day before. Sanok and Ben had spent most of their time doing what they could to keep the old B'rel class ship flying. Sanok's engineering experience came from the basic courses required at the Academy, so it had been a difficult task. The Hav'neqh was flying and not exploding, so they must have done something right. Sanok and Ben had not spoken about Klagth. Sanok felt responsible for the Klingon's death, and Ben seemed to sense he didn't want to talk about it. If there was any way to learn Klagth's fate, and if he had survived, Sanok would try to find him, just as he and Ben had found Marah. Marah. Sanok was having difficulty understanding why she was so upset at them. Yes, she had been held captive for five years, but she had reacted emotionally, without giving them any chance to explain. He could understand her anger, but perhaps she just needed time to allow the stress of what she had endured, to leave her. Perhaps Sanok and Ben were her means to vent. While Sanok and Ben were working and taking turns piloting the Hav'neqh, Marah had spent much of the time alone in a cabin she had chosen. Ben was at the helm now, and there was no work that needed to be done, so Sanok decided to visit Marah and try to explain what had happened. Sanok rang the door chime to Marah's quarters, but she did not answer. He rang twice more, but she did not open the door. He thought he heard movement inside, though there wasn't really anyplace else she would have been. Determined to talk with her, Sanok used a security protocol to override the lock on the door. "What are you doing barging into my room?" said Marah, a surprised expression on her face. "Get out!" Sanok stood with his hands behind his back. "I am not leaving, Marah. I am going to tell you why it took so long for us to rescue you, whether you want to hear it or not." Another surprised expression spread across Marah's face, but she didn't say anything. She crossed her arms defiantly. "Yes, Ben and I are Starfleet officers, and our duty is very important," said Sanok, still standing with his hands clasped behind him. "However, you knew that. You knew we were in Starfleet and that we had to go where we were assigned. You still chose to be with Ben, knowing there would be times you would not be together. You are being unfair about this." Marah's face flinched slightly, but she did not say anything or change her posture. "Not long after Axtis, while you went to stay at Ben's family home on Earth, we were involved in a dangerous mission. I was captured, and Ben led a rescue. He was injured and ended up in a coma for several months." Sanok could see in Marah's eyes that this had affected her. She uncrossed her arms. "I cannot reveal the details, but there was also a temporal event that occurred, and a group of starships, including ours, were sent into the future. For us, it was the same day, but for you and for everyone else, five years had passed." Still silent, Marah slowly sat down on a chair. "After we were all debriefed and cleared for duty, Ben and I tried to contact you, but you were gone. The Earth authorities conducted a full investigation, but no one could find you. Not knowing what else to do, I paid someone with criminal connections to find you. He learned that you were kidnapped and taken to Axtis III. Ben and I could not leave immediately for Axtis, as we had an extremely important mission." Marah rolled her eyes. "Again, I cannot tell you the details, but our ship and another, fought the Borg. After great losses and damage to both ships, we prevailed. Had we not, the Borg would have wiped out the entire Federation and Starfleet." Marah's shoulders slumped and she stared at the floor. "As you know, Ben's parents were assimilated by the Borg years ago. During our mission, we encountered them as drones. During the battle, we were able to rescue them. They are no longer Borg, Marah. Ben has his parents back." Marah stared at Sanok in disbelief, a tear running done her cheek. "After the Borg mission, Ben and I went to Axtis to find you. Turok and Shren would not tell us anything, so Klagth told us about the ch'mok, which Ben invoked." "What?" exclaimed Marah as she jumped to her feet. "Ben fought a dagger beast and ate its liver?" "He also fought Turok in the ring. Marah, Ben lost the ch'mok. Later that night, I followed Turok and Shren to Turok's cabin. I broke in, rendered Turok unconscious, and put Shren in a tal-shaya grip. He told me what Turok did to you. With no other means to go to Aldavye, Klagth offered to take us. He said you were his friend and he wanted to help rescue you." Marah was staring blankly, her jaw dropping open. Sanok felt the guilt about Klagth welling up in him again, but he maintained control. "It is a very large galaxy, Marah, and often there are obstacles that prevent us from doing things we wish we could do. I am sorry you had to endure what you did, but Ben never gave up hope of finding you. Knowing that he would see you again somehow, kept Ben going. He loves you, Marah. I cannot express how much you mean to him. Now that his parents are back, and you are rescued, Ben can have a family again." That was all Sanok had to say. He did not wait to hear Marah's reaction, knowing she needed time to absorb what he had told her. Without another word, he turned around and left. (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hav'neqh, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 2030) Ben had been at the helm when Sanok walked onto the bridge, his friend suggested that he talk a walk and stretch his legs. Ben had to admit he was glad to be relieved, Klingon ships weren't built for comfort. There were a couple things he wanted to check on anyway as soon as he was able to, he had noticed the plasma was running a little hot. He wasn't sure if it was normal for a Klingon ship or if there was a problem with the inter cooler but he wanted to be sure they wouldn't blow up before getting back to Geneva. He left he bridge and headed towards engineering, he be glad once they got back and he could strip off his dirty clothes and spent a day or two in the sonic shower. He was fairly certain he smelt as bad as the Hav'neqh by now. He thought about stopping by Marah's cabin before going to engineering but decided against it, she was probably still upset with him. He looked down the corridor and was surprised to see her standing there, she didn't appear to be mad but he could see tears on her face. He approached her slowly, she stayed where she was until he came to stand in front of her. "Can we talk?" She asked, there was no anger in her voice now. "Of course." Ben replied glad that she had finally decided to speak with him. "I was on my way to engineering, would you care to join me?" She nodded and turned around and they began walking. "Sanok came to my cabin a while ago." She stated. ~That's why he ushered me off the bridge.~ "How did that go?" He asked. "He explained a few things to me." She said. "He told me about the temporal event that threw you into the future, you winding up in a coma, the Borg and your parents and about the ch'mok." Ben stopped then as did Marah. "So you know everything then." He said. "She nodded again as a couple tears escaped the corner of her eyes. "You could have been killed Ben, didn't anyone warn you about the ch'mok." Ben reached out and gently wiped the tears off her checks. "Klagth did warn me." He said. "I had no other choice, Turok wasn't going to volunteer the information about where you were and I had to know. Finding you was the only thing that mattered. I lost the ch'mok but Sanok paid Shren a visit and persuaded him to tell where you were." "I know." She said. "He could have been killed too." Ben placed his hands on her shoulders. "Sanok isn't a fool, he waited until Turok and Shren had drank their fill and then made his move. I wasn't pleased with him either but if he hadn't done it I wouldn't have found you." More tears began to flow down her checks and she stepped into Ben's arms, she wrapped her arms around his back and buried her face in his chest. "I've been nothing but trouble to you since we met, first Kavol, then Turok and then the Orions. Why do you bother with me?" She asked. Ben wrapped his arms around her. Holding her felt good, he had missed it. "Because I love you Marah and I always will, your stuck with me." He answered. She looked up into his face, the tears had stopped flowing now. The corners of her mouth were turning up in a smile, he couldn't help but smile back at her. She rose up on her toes and kissed him, he picked her off the deck and swung around until the kiss was over. When he put her back on the deck she was still looking up at him. "I love you too Ben." She said. "I'm sorry I acted the way i did, I didn't know." "You couldn't have known." He replied. "Though I did try to explain." "And I wouldn't let you." She said dropping her head. He reached up with his hand and brought her face back up. "That doesn't matter now." He said. "Your safe now, that's all that matters." "Your right." She said hugging into him again. "Thank you for rescuing me." "I'd like to say anytime but hopefully that's the last time I have have to rescue you." "Me too." She replied. They stayed locked in an embrace for a while in silence, Ben could have stayed there for eternity. Finally Marah broke the silence. "Weren't you heading for engineering?" She asked. Ben didn't want to let her go but he had to, he needed to check the inter cooler and the flow regulators. He slowly released her and smiled again. "I was." He replied. "Still going to join me." She flashed him a smile and looped her arm around his. "Let's go." She said. (reply none) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (SB Geneva -Temporary Quarters-CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma - 1030) After arriving and docking at Geneva Ben and Marah headed to his quarters to freshen up, they had left Sanok to do the same and knowing Vulcan's his friend would likely spend the remainder of the day in a sonic shower. While he was waiting for Marah to finish in the shower he took the liberty of replicating some clothes for her, he heard the door to the rest room open and turned to see Marah wrapped in a towel. He passed the clothes to her and she flashed a smile. "You read my mind." She said. Ben smiled back. "We'll visit some shops later and get you some clothes, the replicator has a limited selection." He replied. She took the offered clothes and went into the bedroom to dress, Ben already had his clothes picked out so he went into the rest room to have a shower as well. He stood there for several minutes just enjoying the feeling of having the dirt and grime stripped from his body, he didn't want to leave Marah waiting too long so he finished up and got dressed. When he walked out into the common area Marah was waiting for him, she had decided to let her hair down instead of tying it up. He went to her and grabbed her up in his arms kissing her. "Your the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He said. "Of course I am." She teased.He released her and moved towards the door. "I think it's a good time for you to meet my parents, it'll be a double surprise for them." He said grinning. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva-Temporary Quarters-CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma-1045) After tracking down his parents quarters Ben and Marah were standing outside the door, he reached out and hit the door chime. Moments later the door opened and his mother smiled at him and then invited them in. "Dear," Freya called out. "we have company." Ben could hear someone fumbling with something in the kitchen and then his father came into the common area. When he saw his son he smiled and came over to stand beside his wife. "Welcome back son, when did you get in?" Ned inquired. "We haven't been her long, just long enough to dock, grab a shower and a change of clothes." Ben replied. Freya moved in to give her son a hug. "I'm glad you got back safely." She said. "Let's have a seat." Everyone moved further into the room and sat, his father dropped down into a large arm chair, his mother sat on the sofa and Ben and Marah sat on the couch. "Mom, Dad, I'd like to introduce you to Marah." Ben said. "It's nice to meet you both." Marah said. "Ben has told me a lot about you." Ned and Freya smiled. "It nice meeting you too." Freya replied. "Yes it is." Ned said. "Ben told us a bit about you as well, it's good to see your both back safely. Speaking of which where's Sanok?" "He's probably still in the shower." Ben replied. "We came back on an old B'rel class scout ship and you know how sensitive a Vulcan's nose is." "I see." Replied Ned. "It's good you all made it home safely." They chatted back and forth for nearly an hour, talking about different subjects ranging from station life to planet life and ship life. Ben told them how they found Marah though he did leave out many of the details just giving them the basic information. Marah seemed at ease as did his parents, they all interacted easily and there were no awkward moments of silence. Ben suggested that he and Marah should leave to visit some of the shops considering Marah's lack of a ward robe. Freya went on to say she knew what it was like since they had just gone through the same thing, she recommended several shops from several levels on the base. Before they left Ned suggested that they return later for dinner, his mother insisted so Ben agreed that they would. Hugs were exchanged and then they were out the door. "That went well." Ben said once they were back in the corridor. Marah nooded. "It did." She said. "Your parents are very nice, your mother is very pretty and I see you get your looks from your father." Ben laughed. "Yeah I'm a chip off the old block." Marah grabbed his arm and leaned into him. "I think your handsome, that's all that matters." She said. "Where to first." "Ladies choice." Ben said. "We're shopping for you remember." (reply none) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (USS Boudicca - QV - ENS(SG) Detron Trei - 17.30) Seeing that he wasn't needed in Security at the moment, he went over to QV to relax. He ordered his usual bowl of nutty tasty beetles and a glass of Earl Gray to start. While he sipped his Earl Gray, he chose to order a juicy steak and the potato served that day. He relaxed as much as a warrior can and looked out at the open space. 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