Compile#5 December 06-12 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 1 Stardate: 2414.02.12 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1, 1149) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 2 Stardate: 2414.02.13 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva, Guest Quarters, SO, Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 2, 0912) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2 - 1057) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, ASciO Lt (jg) Viskhard, Day 2 - 1058) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 2 - 1119) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - SO, Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 2 - 1402) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 3 Stardate: 2414.02.14 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva, Temporary Quarters, ASciO Lt(jg) Viskhard, Day 3 - 0318) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.00) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - 1303) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.05) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 3 - 1307) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.10) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 4 Stardate: 2414.02.15 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Assembly Area - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan - 0903) (Starbase Geneva - Assembly Area - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 4 - 0917) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Lt JG Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1500) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.02.16 Compile Summary (SB Geneva Classroom Wing LCDR Tom Jackson 2O / COPS Day 5 0936) (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - Captain Greg Carlisle Day 5 0945) (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 0948) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.02.17 Compile Summary (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 0900) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 7 Stardate: 2414.02.18 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0312) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 8 Stardate: 2414.02.19 Compile Summary (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1000) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CSec Lt. sg Sanok, 1002) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1004) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1006) (Axtis III, Axtis City,CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1022) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1030) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Turok, 1035) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1036) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Turok, 1037) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lt. sg Sanok, 1115) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1, 1149) Ahmed had been informed straight away that Doctor Maddox had requested a meeting with him, and so he had rearranged his schedule somewhat to accommodate the renowned Dean of Sciences. He also prepared himself for what he expected would become the battle of his career. He had just finished a prayer when his office chime sounded and the door slid open effortlessly to admit the aging scientist. Ahmed rose to his feet. "Captain Salid, I believe an appointment was made for me." he said after clearing his throat, "I hope I'm not taking up too much of your time." "Not at all doctor Maddox. Please make yourself comfortable." Ahmed replied gesturing to one of the comfortable cairs in his ready room. "Well thank you Captain. These old bones could use a place to sit." his visitor replied as he settled into his seat. "You're quite welcomed, Doctor. Is there anything I can offer you? Tea, coffee perhaps?" Ahmed offered. With a nod the elder man confirmed a desire to sample some of the fine roasted Ethiopian coffee that Durand had given him. Ahmed took the time to prepare it and placed the finished products on the desktop between them. He set about making his own cup of coffee to his particular likes. "It's a fine ship you have. I suppose it would look a lot better if it were in a more pristine condition." Maddox said sipping the coffee he was offered. Ahmed nodded as he placed his cup back on it's saucer. "Yes well,the Borg have a particular architectural and engineering style that they prefer. I personally find it garish. But I'm certain you didn't come here to discuss the finer points of Starship engineering and Borg interior decoration trends, Doctor." "I knew they wouldn't appoint you as Captain unless you were quite intelligent, you are correct, enough of the small talk. I am here on behalf of my son." he replied. "I see, did he send for you?" Ahmed asked. "No Ahmed, he did not call for me, and no political strong arm tactics, no threats to your career. That sort of manipulation of the Admiralty is behind me now. I want to know what happened. What did the Borg do to my son to make him do what you accuse him of?" Ahmed leveled his gaze on the elder man sitting across from him. "They gave him an opportunity to belong to something, a heritage that you hadn't advised him of. They convinced him that he was designed and built for the purpose of fostering peace between the Federation and the Borg Collective and then they used him in an attempt to kill me." the captain answered directly. "If you'd like other details, I suggest you speak with your son." he added, "He knows better than anyone what he's done and what it was that the Borg did to him. They gained his confidence, built him up into an impossible hero and then betrayed him. They used your secret to gain leverage against him." (reply Maddox) Daniel Greene ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva, Guest Quarters, SO, Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 2, 0912) "You know I would like to run around for a bit, get the blood flowing, get sweaty and wrestle. Is that what you had in mind?" Jacobs asked. A wash of emotions flooded through her, she went from mad at the fact that he thought it would be that easy, to somewhat excited that it could be. It was an unexpected range of emotions to experience so quickly, but she just took a deep breath and composed herself before answering. "I could go for a good run." She replied ~Maybe work off some of this extra energy I seem to have.~ "We'll think about the sweaty wrestling afterwards." she added. "Why don't you replicate something to run in while I shower?" he offered, gesturing towards the replicator. She raised an eyebrow at him as he gave her a silly broad-faced smirk. She'd seen that look before and while normally she'd break someone's legs for thinking those sorts of thought about her, somehow she didn't mind too much that Henry did. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long. I like a good... run" she said with a slight tease in her voice. "Really gets my heart pumping." (reply Jacobs iyw) Once Jacobs had headed into the shower, she stepped over to the replicator and replicated a running suit consisting of shorts, tank top, sports bra, short socks, running shoes and a scrunchie for her hair. She was changed and ready to run before he even exited the head. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2 - 1057) "Yes, most informative. I'm more well versed in Seismology and other Planetary Sciences, but the Microbiology seminars are very interesting and they are of course necessary for me to complete my current degree program. "I see by your records that you already have a sizable number of degrees. That's very admirable." Ahmed replied. Viskhard nodded, "Yes, sir. I have completed several degrees using the Fleet's distance learning programs. Microbiology was simply next on my list." Viskhard took a sip of his tea and seemed to savour the flavors. Ahmed found himself smiling at the amiable nature of the Denobulan sitting across from him. "Well, while you were away at the conference, it seems that BUPERS managed to catch up to your service record. You've been promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, Apparently you left the Hades before captain Straton could promote you to Ensign Senior grade, and this new posting comes along with a promotion to Lieutenant JG. It would appear that technically you've jumped a grade." Ahmed replied. He reached down and removed a small box from his desk drawer. He placed it on the table and slid it gently towards the newly minted lieutenant. "Your additional rank pip is in the box there." He explained. (reply Viskhard) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, ASciO Lt (jg) Viskhard, Day 2 - 1058) The Captain smiled at Visk as he explained what was going on. ~Thankfully without my having ask.~ Visk relaxed a little more. "Well, while you were away at the conference, it seems that BUPERS managed to catch up to your service record. You've been promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, Apparently you left the Hades before captain Straton could promote you to Ensign Senior grade, and this new posting comes along with a promotion to Lieutenant JG. It would appear that technically you've jumped a grade." Visk blinked, his eyes going a bright blue flecked with violet, his excitement and confusion was evident there. He watched the Captain pull out the box and explain again. "Your additional rank pip is in the box there." Viskhard steadied the hand with his teacup against the arm of his chair, hoping that it would mask the fact that his hand had started to shake. With his free hand, Visk picked up the box and resisted opening it right away. "Well, a pleasant surprise indeed," Visk muttered. He looked back at the Captain with a sheepish grin on his face, "I really hadn't expected this, sir, am I to assume you have a post for me on the Rosenante?" (reply Salid) Visk nodded, "I had put in for a transfer a while back, but as you said, BUPERS has only just caught up where I am concerned." Visk's mouth curled up a bit further. Laying the box in his lap he picked up his cup again and sipped at the tea, the vapours tickling his nose and helping to keep calm and collected, rather than moving like the jumping vole in his stomach. (reply Salid) "Captain, you will not be dissappointed, sir." Visk's eyes went completely bright blue, showing his unabashed joy. (reply Salid) Visk settled for a moment, remembering that not all members of Starfleet were overly familiar with Denobulans and some of the more peculiar habits they had. "Captain, I don't know if you are aware, but I feel I must inform you. I usually require little sleep, none in fact. However, I will require several days in which to hibernate at some point." Visk placed his cup on the desk and continued, explaining further. "I purposely hibernated just before the conference, so I don't anticipate a need for it for nearly a year. I hope this will not be an inconvenience." (reply Salid) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 2 - 1119) Kitty's response was expected, "A small favour. I was posted back to the Rose because Lt Dralar is the only Skorr in the Fleet and I am the only Fleet doctor that knows anything about Skorr medicine and now you want me to be ACMO. Dear lord I'm only just barely a doctor. Is it that bad?" Ahmed smiled, "The medical staff got hit fairly hard during the fight and I need someone who understands the way a department runs. With Ichijo only available intermittently, and considering your expertise with the Rosenante's medical Department, you're the most qualified officer I have." He paused. "Besides, it will look great on your fleet duty dossier, even if it's only for a few months. And it will keep you away from doing those terrible late night shifts and residency tasks that I know you must absolutely love." He added and then gave her his best convincing smile. "Well when you put it that way, how can I refuse." "Good. Then consider it done. Have you had a chance to see Jennifer yet, or any of the others?" he stated with a bit of finality. Kitty shook her head. "No, I saw both of your ships dock yesterday and saw the damage. I thought that everyone could do with a day or to two unwind and relax before I pounced on them but I do plan to catch up with Josh sometime today. But in the meantime, back to business. Is Sickbay safe to enter? If so I would like to get down there and start making an inventory of what is needed in the way of equipment and supplies." Ahmed nodded. "It's safe. It was one of the few areas that survived all the Borg Assaults for the better. I'd imagine that the supplies are dangerously low and that some of the equipment was damaged in some of the fighting, so an inventory would be a good place to start, get with Lieutenant Jackson to push through any equipment, stores or whatnot that you may need. He should be available to help facilitate that for you." (reply Kitty iyw) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - SO, Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 2 - 1402) Eva had been leading the pack, as she always did, even if the pack was only one Boudicca Engineer. Henry was pretty fit for an engineer and they'd already run almost 5 kilometers before it really started to take it's toll on him. Eva, of course was a running machine. It was something she had always enjoyed, and especially something that she did a great deal of, during her career time in the Rangers. You know you can give up at any time. I wouldn't dare think you less of a woman." He finally called out, a quasi-genuine admission of defeat. "We'll stop by the Observation ports, then we'll have hit our 5 klicks." She responded and headed that way. They stood for a short while, Henry catching his breath while Eva checked her heart rate. It wasn't too difficult to see some of what was going through his mind. The Rosenante and the Boudicca were in plain view. They were the central hub of activity. It was something that an engineer could understand, but for Eva it was just another wasteful conflict. "They ships are beautiful aren't they?" Henry asked her. "In a way, they are. I suppose even more so for an engineer." she responded. "Yet they are not as beautiful as you are Eva." he added a bit hesitantly. She turned to look at him. It was an interesting and somehow endearing thing for him to say. It was a pure thought, one that wasn't filtered or prepared in any way, which made it even more interesting. "Thank you Henry. I appreciate that." she said, not really sure what to say. It wasn't the first time that she'd had men tell her that she was beautiful, but it was the first time that it hadn't been rehearsed and practiced. It made her feel giddy inside, although she did her best to hide it. That there was a chemistry between them was never in question. It was just a matter of figuring out how much she should indulge in that chemistry that was in question. "Seeing how tomorrow is Valentine's Day would you like to go out with me? I am sure I can entertain you to a degree that you have yet to experience!" She smiled again, her mind already trying to make that leap into the dirtier corners of her brain. She fought down any potential imagery quickly, before she answered him. "That sounds delightful, Henry. I'd love to." (reply Henry iyw) Daniel Greene ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva, Temporary Quarters, ASciO Lt(jg) Viskhard, Day 3 - 0318) It looked like a bomb had exploded. PADDs strewn across the room, some forming miniature towers, some looking lonely as they sat, half-stuck under the couch or hiding behind the standard self-sustaining plantlife found in most temporary quarters. The myriad of isolinear chips and rods added splashes of colour here and there and seemed almost careless in their placement. Visk crawled across the room, using his long arms and legs to crab-walk over some crucial assortments. To the outside observer, it was a mess, to Viskhard it was creativity. He was sorting and compiling all his notes for his final dissertation that would gain him another science credential. Once he'd found the correct reference, Visk resumed his annotations. [...energy transformations occur by the oxidation of glucose while ATP can be made directly (substrate phosphorylation) and that energy can be transformed to the coenzymes NAD and FAD...] In between his studies Viskhard was packing up his belongings and preparing to move to the Rosenante. He fished out a playing piece and returned it to the carrying case for his Kotra pieces. He was still getting used to the intricacies, but his games against the computer were progressing to senior levels. He hoped he could find a non-AI opponent aboard the Rose. Visk counted up the pieces and satisfied himself that they were all there before returning to his dissertation. (reply none) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.00) Detron went to the Rosenante OPS suite to talk with CDR Jackson about teaching a self defense class at Command School. He was informed that the class is requested by several officers so he came to offer his services in that manner. He pressed the door chime and stated his purpose there. He was told to come in and he approached CDR Jackson. When Jackson turned around, he stated his business. "CDR Jackson. I was told a self defense class is requested by several officers at the command school. I here by offer my services in that manner sir." He waited for Jackson to respond. (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - 1303) Tom looked up as Denton Trei enter the area -The man spoke. "CDR Jackson. I was told a self defense class has been requested by several officers at the command school. I here by offer my services in that manner Sir." “Excellent Mr. Trei. I remember your skills during the last mission. I was proud to serve with such a warrior” Tom said. (Reply: Trei) “As a matter of fact, I have asked Captain Carlisle the head instructor to add this module and requested your services Lieutenant. He agreed emphatically providing your CO is ok with this request.”. I trust that this was ok with you?” Tom stated. (Reply: Trei) “Ok Lieutenant, barring unforeseen circumstances report tomorrow to Captain Carlisle - if you have no questions, you are dismissed Lieutenant” Tom added. (Reply: Trei) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.05) Detron was pleased that his services were needed. He felt a sense of being wanted or acknowledged as a respected member of the crew. "As far as I know there are no objections for me to do this. I will be there tomorrow. At what time does CPT Carlile expect me and what kind of class does he expect me to teach?" (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 3 - 1307) Tom looked at the officer before him closely. The man had proved himself a great warrior something on the order of the old earth hero named Rambo. "Report to Captain Carlisle tomorrow morning at 0930" Tom added. (Reply: Trei) Trei naturally asked what he should cover. Jackson considered that a moment before responding. "Unarmed combat I think. We both experienced plenty of that in the last mission. I was lucky. I need some refresher training" Tom added. (Reply: Trei) "Do you have any questions Mr. Trei?" Jackson added. (Reply: Trei) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.10) CDR Jackson told Detron about a warrior called Rambo. He heard of such warrior in certain circles on Kro'nos as warriors told stories. He was pleased with the connection to such warrior. He thought of himself as a stronger and more potent warrior as Rambo but the resemblance in style was a good fit. "Understood sir. Hand to hand it is sir. Will I see you on the class roster sir?" (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Edward) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Assembly Area - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan - 0903) T'Larah looked down at the sea of sentient comprised of the Officers and Crew of the very two ships that stood in the background. A few moments past after Salid took the podium the dull roar of the crowd died down. Captain Salid began. "Today we are assembled here to pay homage to those that have served the Federation without fear, or hesitation. Those individuals that paid the ultimate sacrifice to insure the billions of lives within these borders would remain free of harm and suffering. We owe them a debt of gratitude that can not be repaid. Their loyal service and sacrifice has guaranteed us our right to carry on. To those that were lost, I offer our deepest condolences and gratitude, that we might learn from their example and hold ourselves to the same level of honor and strength of character that they have given to us through their example. Please join me in a moment of silence." A suitable time had passed, during which everyone had reflected on the sacrifices of those who gave all for Starfleet and it's ideals. "During our mission to the Dovek system, our combined crews faced some of the most extreme odds against our survival that I have ever heard of. It was this struggle that helped to define us as professionals, as individuals and as officers and crew of the United Federation of Planets. Some among us paid the ultimate sacrifice and did not return to their friends, colleagues and families. While some, were blessed or were fortunate enough to make it through this ordeal. " "We may be here, but none among us are untouched by this tragedy. We were forced to lower ourselves to a primal level to guarantee our survival and those around us. When forces rallied against us bending us towards the breaking point, we held fast pour resolve and overcame all adversity." "It has been my honor and privilege to be given the glory of commanding such a fine pair of ships. My faith in success for this mission never wavered, because I always had within you the utmost confidence to get the job done, despite the cost." "I have been granted the further privilege of announcing some of the commendations and promotions today. So if you will bear with me, I shall do so now. I have jealously evoked my rights as Task Force commander to do so, and thank Captain Durand for allowing me this honor." "By order of the office of the admiralty, All personnel assigned to the USS Boudicca and the USS Rosenante, seeing action during the Dovek incident are hereby awarded under the recommendation of Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Task Force Commander, the Squadron Commander's Commendation." "I will detail those commendations passed down from the admiralty through my station as task force commander and as Commanding officer of the USS Rosenante. In addition, Captain Durand will further expound upon any commendations and or promotions that have been conveyed through his officer as commanding officer of the USS Boudicca." Next Ahmed started to give out the well earned awards of the short but brutal campaign. He presented Captain Durand with the Ribbon of Sacrifice for the injuries he sustained during the defense against the Borg. "Commander T'Larah Sullivan, please step to the podium." Sullivan moved to the podium smartly using appropriate facing movements. She stopped at the precise spot indicated and stood at attention. "It is my honor to present you with this Combat Action Ribbon for actions undertaken against the forces of the Borg Collective during the Dovek incident. Your selfless acts during the operation brought us critical information that was vital to the success of our mission. Congratulations, Commander." "Thank you, sir." she received her award in a decorative box, which she accepted, placed in her left hand and moved out when he called the next recipiant. What followed was her comrades in arms accepting their own awards some of Star Fleet's highest honors, and the most hard fought she had seen since the Civil War. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Assembly Area - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 4 - 0917) Eventually after most of the promotions and commendations Captain Salid relinquished the podium to Captain Durand. He did not have a great deal to say but turning towards her he smiled. I have only two items on my agenda, so I will be brief. As many of you know, Commander Caskie has been acting – extremely ably, I might add – in the capacity of First Officer of the Boudicca for some time. I am most pleased to announce that with my recommendation, her agreement, and the approval of command, she will now assume that position on a permanent basis.” He turned toward Josh and smiled warmly at her. “Thank you Commander, and congratulations.” Josh simply smiled and nodded back at him. She had already been in the limelite far longer that she liked so hoping that her Captain had more to say than just pin the spotlight on her she stayed where she was and thankfully he continued promoting Ensign Jacobs. Finally allowed to step off the podium Josh stepped down from the back of it hoping to mingle with the crowd and disappear, but surprise Kitty got their first and was waiting for her. (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Lt JG Parker Davis - Day 4 - 1500) He had never seen such extensive damage. And this was the fourth day of the repairs. Parker could really only imagine what this crew had been through, and realized what awesome task was in front of him. He walked down the corridors of the Rosenante, taking a ridiculous route to get to Salid's Ready Room. At one point he had to travel down two decks to get up four decks, and in order to make it forward, he had to first travel aft. Thankfully his PADD was able to give him directions, and he was rather directionally savvy anyway. Growing up in inner city Detroit, he was very much used to navigating and wasn't the least bit claustrophobic. It was the charred remains of bulkheads, scorch marks where entire consoles used to be, remnants of Borg technology scattered around like weeds coming up through the cracks of sidewalks...it was these things that got to him. An expert at putting himself in others' shoes, in imagining what others experienced and predicting their subsequent behaviors, Parker felt like this ship might just hold the answer to the age-old question of what hell must be like. ~Hell is fighting for your life while the floating container you call home burns from the inside out and outside in. Hell is being hopelessly outnumbered and having your life threatened in such a way that doesn't even result in the mercy of death, but the eternity of torture. Hell is watching your friends be turned into drones and having to shoot them before they kill or assimilate you. Hell is losing half the people you knew and worked with every day--those people you see more than you see your own family.~ These were depressing thoughts, and as Parker got into the heads of the crew of the Rosenante, he felt that he was missing part of the profile. ~Some of them are suffering deeply, but most of them are just happy to be at work and have something to do...~ He realized the aspect he was missing was *resilience*. The Rosenante crew were incredibly, almost miraculously resilient. They had been through hell and seen its blaze, and been among the lucky few to return. Now many of them had a sense of purpose, gained through anything from their religious beliefs to their simple task of welding a panel or installing a conduit. It was classic grief management, and they were handling it brilliantly. From an outward assessment, Parker concluded preliminarily that their Captain, who set the tone for the crew, was a resilient man himself. He had a sense of purpose in life, and this was something the counselor could relate to very easily. He approached the Ready Room and rang the door chime. When granted entrance, he entered and stood at attention. "Lieutenant JG Parker Davis reporting for duty, Sir." It was an unnatural stance for him and he did it only out of respect for command code, longing to stand at ease again so he could start a real conversation with his new Captain. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) ======================================================= (SB Geneva Classroom Wing LCDR Tom Jackson 2O / COPS Day 5 0936) Tom's debrief was scheduled with a Lieutenant Carnak. Jackson followed the Lieutenant to an alcove and entered. Tom sat and looked hard at the woman before him. Jackson wasn't happy and his body language clearly showed that. He sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Jill Carnak squirmed slightly under Tom's hard stare. She cleared her throat and began. "Commander, I am Lieutenant Jill Carnak. I'm conducting your debrief. I wish to make this as painless as possible" Jill added. "I understand Lieutenant but I have no desire to rehash the last mission" Jackson replied. Jill Carnak started to respond but Tom held up a hand. "I am here only because I was ordered to be here. So let's get this over shall we?" Tom asked. Jill nodded and open the talk. She scrolled through his service record. It was steady and methodical. The last two years seemed the start of a meteoric career. "Commander, please tell me a bit about yourself" Carnak said. "What specifically do you wish to know? Tom asked warily. She smiled and said " I understand you were recently married". "Yes, Dahlia and I have been married just a year" Tom added. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - Captain Greg Carlisle Day 5 0945) Greg Carlisle spoke after the introductions were made. “Officers – your next module involves a de-brief with a SF Certified counselor about your recent missions” Greg stated. Tom rolled his eyes and looked over at Steve Matrix and shrugged his shoulders, (Reply: Steve) Carlisle continued “Commander Jackson your counselor is Lieutenant Jill Carnak. She will meet you in room, 003 – which is right next to this room. Commander Matrix – you will meet with Lieutenant John Wisemueller in room 4 next to Commander Jackson’s room” He went on to make additional assignments for the remainder of the class. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 0948) Matrix noted the eye-roll from Tom. Matrix smiled," The cost of serving." said Matrix in a low voice. The group split into their assigned rooms and Matrix followed Lieutenant Wisemueller into room 4. The room wasn't what he was expecting which was a surprise. The room wasn't very big, but comfortable. Two large leather chairs were at the center of the room with a large leather couch off to one side. Three walls were decorated with various Star Fleet themed pictorials, emblems and other official looking documents. Matrix didn't get close enough to read them, but surmised they represented the Lieutenant's credentials. The fourth was composed of a large window overlooking the Rose in her refit slip. Matrix was certain it was created just for 'his debrief.' "Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable Commander." said the Lieutenant. Matrix took a seat on one of the chairs that was strategically placed so he got a full view of the Rose. Matrix looked around the room while Lieutenant Wisemueller fumbled around with a couple of PADDs. He focused on one of them, "Ah yes...excuse me Commander I just want to make sure I have the right records here. Please give me a few moments to review your debrief materials." he said. "No problem Lieutenant, take your time." said Matrix as he put his own PADD down on the floor leaning up against the chair he was sitting in. He sat back and watched the refit crews work on the Rose. Their progress was obvious even from earlier in the morning. The port nacelle was completely dismantled and new structure bars were already in place. Wisemueller stepped over to the opposite chair and noticed Matrix looking at the Rose. "Incredible damage she sustained." he said as he sat back in the chair. "Indeed" said Matrix in an almost bored response. "Not unlike the damage you've sustained both physically and mentally in your last mission." remarked the Lieutenant. "I'm sorry Lieutenant, should I address you as Lieutenant, doctor, counselor, John?" replied Matrix. "I would prefer counselor, Commander, but whatever makes you the most comfortable." replied Wisemueller. "Okay...counselor it is." said Matrix. Matrix disliked debriefings, but they were part of almost every mission. He wanted to make this as painless and quick as possible for both parties. "What's on your mind Commander? Anything about this mission that is troubling you that you'd like to discuss?" said the counselor. "Honestly, this mission wasn't anything more than I expected when dealing with the Borg. In fact, I'm surprised I survived, I'm surprised as many on both crews survived." said Matrix. "I understand that you lost 8 on your crew alone. How does that make you feel?" said Wisemueller Matrix knew that the counselor was trying to invoke some emotions. "I think that's an obviously stupid question counselor. The loss of life is never pleasant, but its part of life in Star Fleet. I am terribly disheartened by the loss of my crew mates...those that were under my direct command." replied Matrix. "That is the canned reply that I was expecting Steve, but I want you to feel free to discuss this past mission. That's what these debriefs are for." replied the older Lieutenant. Matrix sat forward in his chair glaring at the counselor and smiled slightly,"With all due respect counselor, let me get a few things straight. First, you can address me a chief, Lieutenant Commander or simply Commander. Second, while I morn the loss of my crew mates I will honor them by continuing to do my duty. I won't discredit their sacrifice by getting emotional over the circumstances. They all died in the line of duty with honor. You know that as well as anyone as a Star Fleet trained officer." said Matrix The Lieutenant sat back in his chair with an expression of surprise. "Okay Commander. Thank you for being blunt and quite honest. I can see you have strong emotions with regard to your crew mates. I'm merely trying to help you with any emotional issues you may be experiencing. With that said, lets move on. Since we're being honest here, Star Fleet is keenly interested in the Borg, specifically exploiting any weakness in order to defeat them. You and your crew developed, according to the logs, a unique weapon what was used to help defeat them in this engagement. Perhaps we can talk about that for a bit?" asked the counselor. Matrix considered this as just another tactic, appealing to his engineer side, but he was game and this was an official Star Fleet inquiry so he was duty bound to comply with any reasonable requests. (Reply any, none required) (Posted by Steve) ======================================================= (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 0900) Marah woke and instead of being in her luxurious room she was in a cage looking out through the bars, she must have been rendered unconscious because she could not recall being placed in the cage or having her clothing replaced. Turrel had threatened to toss her into a cage before but never did, this time was the exception. She remembered horror stories being told about the Cardassian occupation, how Bajoran's had been treated like animals and locked in cages after they finished their days work. She had an idea of how her ancestors had felt, she was now in a similar situation. The nero restraint was irritating the skin where it contacted her neck, a steady burning sensation with a slight itch. She wanted to scratch it but Turrel's warning was still fresh in her mind, she had hoped it was a nightmare. There were a dozen other prisoners in the cage with her, all appeared to be malnourished and some were likely suffering the early affects of dehydration. Every so often a guard would walk past and sneer at them or the rattle the cage a bit. All the others shied away and covered themselves against possible attack, Marah felt sorry for them. What tortures had they been subject to, how many of them found out about the restraints the way she had? She stood and moved to the bars, when the next guard walked by she reached out and grabbed his arm. "I need to see Turrel." She stated. The guard removed a device from his belt and pressed a button, wild fire spread throughout her body. She slumped to the cage floor but didn't feel the impact, the pain from the fire was too great. The Orion guard laughed and released the button, the fire began to fade. It had likely only taken a second for the guard to press and release the control but it had felt like hours. Marah curled up into a ball on the floor, the fire had stopped but she was now aware of the damage caused by the impact. Her ribs were sore, her elbow was bleeding and her vision was blurred in her right eye and she could feel a headache growing. She grimaced in pain and tried one more time. "Tell Turrel I want to speak with him." She said in a softer tone. ~If Mr. Soma won't save me I'll have to save myself.~ (reply none) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0312) Henry had no idea why someone would be at his door this early in the morning, and the reason had better have been good to have awaken him from his less than G rated dream. He stood up out of bed and put pants on as he hopped over to the door. Hitting the side panel to open the door Henry saw no one standing in front of him. Going a step further Jacobs stuck his head out of the door to look left and right and yet there was no one there and no one moving to or from the location of his door. ~Its too early for someone to be playing around with the doors~ Scratching his head trying to figure out what was going on, Henry pivoted and headed back into his quarters. The swishing of the doors followed and as Henry looked up he noticed something that had not been there before. On a counter-top face the direction of the door stood a cat poised as is he belonged there. "What the hell," Henry exclaimed. With little effect the cat continued to stare in Henry's direction. Jacobs had no idea where the kitten had come from but visually it appeared to be a healthy newborn. The following thoughts went off in his mind as things were not adding up. ~how did the kitten get in here in the first place?~ He answered this question as soon as he asked it seeing as he was still under the effects of sleep and the kitten was out of his peripherals on the ground. ~how did he get up on the counter?~ This question stumped him as he looked around to see if the furniture in the room was somehow transfixed to allow the kitten access to the counter-top. ~what are you gonna do with him?~ Henry did not have an answer for the last question he asked himself. The experience of being a engineer had failed him and his problem solving skills had evaded him. Henry walked over to the replicator and searched the database for a formulated milk substance. A bowl of the liquid materialized and Henry walked it over to the cat, placed it in front of him and patted its head. Jacobs sat in a chair and watched the kitten drink. (reply none) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) ======================================================= (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1000) They had been transported to Axtis from the freighter, Ben had mixed feelings about being back on Axtis III. The last time he had been here things hadn't been pretty, he could almost feel the rope around his neck again. As he and Sanok walked into the city he looked around, nothing had changed. The cabins looked the same, the streets were still dirt and the forest still surrounded the city. One thing he did appreciate was the fresh air. It had been five years since they had been here and things were exactly as they had left them. People of various races were moving about, shopping, carrying wood and water. There was even and Andorian leading what looked like a horse, there was something familiar about the Andorian. Ben looked at him for a moment before he turned and looked back, he stood there several moments before he turned to head towards them. Then it hit Ben, the Andorian was Shren. This had been the individual who had tried to string him up for a murder the last time he was here. When he was within a few feet the Andorian spoke. "Well," He began. "If it isn't the pink skin and his Vulcan dog." Ben chose not to reply but just looked at Sanok. "Why are you here?" Shren demanded. "The tournament isn't for another four months, and you and your friend aren't the most popular people around here. If your not careful we will stretch your necks." "Is that a threat Shren?" Ben asked. "Consider it a warning." Shren replied, the hint of a grin on his face. "Some of the guys won't be happy when they see your back, you made a few enemies the last time you were here you know. A lot of them still think you killed Kavol and your Vulcan dog covered it up." "You think I knocked myself out twenty feet from Kavol's body." Ben stated. "Maybe you did." Shren replied. "I wouldn't put it past you." "Think what you want Shren, believe what you want. Kavol's murderer is locked up." Ben replied. Shren pulled on the rope tied to the horses neck and began walking, he took several steps and called back over his shoulder. "Watch your back pink skin, and sleep with one eye open." Ben turned to Sanok. "Looks like things might get interesting." He said. "Let's see if we can rent a cabin." (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CSec Lt. sg Sanok, 1002) Sanok and Ben had spent the better part of four days traveling to Axtis III on the freighter, White Horse. To help pass the time, they had helped work on board. Freighter crews were often families, but always tight-knit, so they were hesitant at first to accept help from outsiders. However, once they learned that Ben grew up on a freighter and knew the ropes, he was welcomed as kin. Sanok was accepted as a friend. Upon arrival, Sanok and Ben beamed down to the main terminal area, though terminal was a generous term. It was called Axtis City, but it was more a frontier town. It had been five-and-a-half years of relative time since they had been there, and the place hadn't changed. Axtis III was a largely undeveloped planet. It had been colonized; there were no indigenous people, but the planet had been left to its natural state, save for Axtis City. The purpose for the place, was to allow people to go back to the primitive days of no technology. There was hunting, camping, wilderness survival, and various tournaments, from martial arts, to boxing, to wrestling, to firing weapons. It was a place for the bold and the warrior, to test his mettle. Axtis City was located in the temperate zone of the northern hemisphere. It resembled what one would expect to see in the frontier regions of Earth in the 1800s. The city was encircled on three sides by a pine forest, with a clearing to the south that led to various arenas and competition areas. Most of the buildings were made from logs from the nearby woods, with some buildings, mostly administrative structures, made from natural brick. Sanok glanced at Ben. The last time they were in Axtis, Ben was almost hanged for a murder he didn't commit. If it wasn't for a local Ferengi that hold sold supplies, warning Sanok that Ben was about to be executed, Sanok would have lost his friend. Sanok could see in Ben's eyes just how he felt about being back. A number of people were about their business, one of them an Andorian that looked familiar. As he passed by leading a horse-like animal, he stopped and looked at Sanok and Ben. He stared for a few moments, his expression changing from uncertainty, to anger. "Well. If it isn't the pink skin and his Vulcan dog." Sanok and Ben looked at each other. It was Shren, the one that had led the charge to hang Ben. "Why are you here?" demanded Shren. "The tournament isn't for another four months, and you and your friend aren't the most popular people around here. If you're not careful, we will stretch your necks." ~It's starting already,~ thought Sanok. He had hoped many of the people that were on Axtis all those years ago, had moved elsewhere. At least one had not, and he was the one most likely to start trouble. "Is that a threat, Shren?" said Ben. "Consider it a warning," Shren replied, the hint of a grin on his face. "Some of the guys won't be happy when they see your back. You made a few enemies the last time you were here, you know. A lot of them still think you killed Kavol, and your Vulcan dog covered it up." Sanok had his answer. Many of the people that were on Axtis five years ago, were still there. It was going to be dangerous enough searching for answers about Marah. It just got more dangerous. "You think I knocked myself out, twenty feet from Kavol's body," stated Ben. "Maybe you did. I wouldn't put it past you," said Shren with a sneer. "Think what you want, Shren. Believe what you want. Kavol's murderer is locked up," said Ben. Shren began to leave, leading his animal away, but he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. The expression on his light blue face was deadly serious. "Watch your back, pink skin, and sleep with one eye open." Sanok watched as Shren finally left, certain he was headed to tell his friends of the new arrivals. "Looks like things might get interesting," said Ben. "Let's see if we can rent a cabin." Sanok almost smirked, remembering what their cabin was like five years ago.... <> Sanok left the terminal and searched for the cabin he had booked. Following a well-worn dirt path on the north side of the city, he located it at the end of a small cul-de-sac. Unlocking an old-fashioned padlock with a metal key, he tried to enter, but was repelled by the worst stench he had ever smelled. So much for indoor plumbing. When Sanok's eyes had stopped watering, he thought for a moment about the smell coming from the cabin he had rented. It was clear the conditions on Axtis were much more primitive than he expected them to be. Accepting that, he had to decide on a course of action. Searching through his duffel bag, he grabbed a towel, folded it, and wrapped it around his nose and mouth. Taking a deep breath, he entered the cabin. Walking across a dirt floor, Sanok saw that the place was small and simple. The common area was in the center, and had a simple, wood table, and two wooden chairs. To the right was a fireplace, with rusty, metal pots strewn near the hearth. To the left, were two moldy cots, and in the corner, was a small room with a hole in the floor, a pail of lime, and a pile of leaves. "Indeed," he said. The first task at hand, was to begin airing out the cabin. Sanok opened all the windows, though some wanted to remain shut. At one window, he had to shoo away a large, hairy arachnid that appeared as though it would enjoy green blood. Once he was finished, he stepped outside, leaving the door open behind him. Removing the towel, he gulped in the clean air. Mulling over what he should do next, Sanok heard the sound of someone coming up the dirt path. Seeing Ben, he waited until his friend joined him on the porch. Ben shook his head, stepped closer to the door, and peered inside. "I guess housekeeping is out of the question. The least they could have done, was freshen the place up a little." Ben dropped his bag on the porch and opened it. Reaching inside, he produced a canister. Sanok watched curiously, as Ben entered the cabin, placed the canister in the center of the small living room, and pressed a button. It began to hiss, and an opaque cloud began spreading throughout the cabin. Ben rejoined Sanok outside and closed the door. "In anticipation of this incident, I had stores make me a concentrated aerosol dispersal unit. Give it a couple minutes and the cabin will smell like a garden on Risa," said Ben, a satisfied smile on his face. "A wise precaution," said Sanok, raising one eyebrow. "The accommodations are not the best, but it is a place to stay. There is no food or water, or wood for fire, so I will endeavor to find something. I recommend that you rest and prepare for the opening rounds tomorrow. I would not want to see you pummeled again." <> "This time, I endeavored to bring the concentrated aerosol dispersal unit," said Sanok. "Our cabin will smell like the fresh air of a Vulcan desert. Most invigorating." He began moving towards the registration area. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1004) "This time, I endeavored to bring the concentrated aerosol dispersal unit," said Sanok. "Our cabin will smell like the fresh air of a Vulcan desert. Most invigorating." He began moving towards the registration area. Ben couldn't help but smile, their last cabin didn't smell much like a Vulcan desert. "Good thing you thought of it, I forgot it this time." Ben replied as he followed Sanok. "You know Shren will tell everyone we're here, we may have to purchase a hammer and some nails to reinforce the doors and windows. He's right about one thing, we do have a few enemies here." Ben wondered what the night would bring, who would try to break into the cabin first? Shren, wouldn't make their stay pleasant. They were soon at the registration area. "You check on the cabin, I'll see what I can find in supplies." Ben said as he shifted his duffel to his opposite shoulder and began to move towards one of the shops. Thankfully the shops all had open fronts so he and Sanok could keep an eye on each other. Ben looked from shop to shop until he saw what he was looking for. The merchant inside was a Tellarite and heavy set. Ben selected a couple hammers and a then weighted out a couple pounds of nails and added a saw to the pile. Once he completed the transaction he turned back to the registration area but a Klingon blocked his path. Recognition set in again, it was Klagth. "You've returned." Klagth stated and stumbled back a bit, that's when Ben noticed the decanter in his hand. "You defied my odds, that doesn't happen very often you know." Ben smiled, the last time they were here Klagth put the odds 15:1 that Ben would be knocked out in his first round. He didn't just beat the odds, he won the match. "Sorry to have disappointed you Klagth." He replied. The Klingon raised and arm and placed his hand on Ben's shoulder. "No need to apologize my young friend, I was in error. I misjudged you, your a far greater warrior then I gave you credit for." Klagth stated. "You were a worthy opponent for any, even the likes of Kavol." High praise coming from a Klingon. "Thank you Klagth." Ben said. "Will you be competing this year?" "I'm afraid not." Ben replied. "I'm here for another reason this time." "Too bad." Klagth stated. "This is going to be the best year yet, there are many competitors coming this year." "Maybe another year." Ben said. "It's been good seeing you again Klagth." "And you." Klaght said as he stepped aside, or rather staggered. "Many will not be as happy as I to see you, let me know if you need anything." "Thank you Klaght." Ben said as he turned to walk back to the registration area. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1006) Sanok went to the registration area and booked a cabin. It was uneventful, as no one in the area seemed to recognize him. Paying and receiving the key, Sanok looked for Ben and saw him talking with a Klingon. Klagth was still here. It shouldn't have been a surprise, as Klagth was older, fat, never without a bottle of bloodwine, and without ambition to be a warrior. Of course, Sanok didn't know his past, so perhaps living out his days on Axtis was his best option. Five-and-a-half years ago, relative time, Klagth had placed heavy odds on Ben being knocked out in his first match. Being Human, and under six feet tall, Ben wasn't taken seriously by the others. He had more than proven himself, and despite Shren and his words, there were those on Axtis that respected both Ben and Sanok. Hopefully, they wouldn't need to be here long, though it was doubtful those that could lead them to Marah, would be so easily swayed to talk. "I see you made a new friend," said Sanok, once Ben had rejoined him. "I have a cabin. It is in the same section as the one last time." (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1020) Sanok and Ben walked to the north end of the city and found their cabin; it was four down from the one from the past. Sanok used the metal key and opened the door, this time, holding his breath. Preparing the canister he had brought with him, he tossed it inside and closed the door. "I also brought soap, disinfectant, and emergency rations," said Sanok. "We should be fine for as long as we need to remain here." He almost smiled, proud of himself for being so prepared. Almost. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City,CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1022) Ben followed Sanok to their cabin, like the last time it was far from Axtis city and this one was further still. It looked like the rest, solid but run down at the same time. It had been years since anyone had taken the time to paint it, the railing on the balcony was ready to give way from years of decay. The windows had no curtains, the steps were crooked, boards were missing from the bridge. Just as he had remembered it. Sanok climbed the steps and approached the door, using the key he opened it and held his breath as he tossed the aerosol canister inside and closed the door. Ben couldn't help but smile, the last time Sanok opened one of the cabins he almost passed out from the stench. "I also brought soap, disinfectant, and emergency rations," said Sanok. "We should be fine for as long as we need to remain here." "Let's hope we won't have to stay for long." Ben replied. "While we are waiting for the aerosol to take affect lets see if we can find a couple small trees to reinforce the doors and mesh the windows, I don't think Shren was just passing on a warning." He removed the saw from his duffel and the pair went out behind the cabin in search of suitable trees. One thing about Axtis III, there was no shortage of wood. After almost an hour had passed they had gathered enough trees of suitable size and length to complete the reinforcements. Luckily Axtis didn't have many trees that produced and excess of sap, most of the trees were similar to Earths Birch trees. There were also some similar to spruce but they avoided those because of the sap, these trees seemed worse then spruce in that manner. They returned to the cabin and Ben opened the door, there was no detectable unpleasant odors inside. He dragged his collection of trees into the cabin and began making rough meshes for the windows. "Take a couple of the larger sticks," He said handing a hammer and some nails to Sanok. "Construct some brackets and nail them to either side of the door, cut the largest stick for a cross brace." When the pair had finished their work Ben looked around, all the windows had been covered with the mesh. Though the trees were small they were very strong and it would take a great deal of force to break them. The brace for the door looked like it would require a collision from a shuttle to give, the past few hours had been productive, they still had several hours before the sun set. "Let's see if we can find anyone who will speak with us." He said. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1030) Shren had returned to his cabin, he'd been surprised to see the pink skin and the Vulcan. After what had almost happened to the pink skin the last ime he was here Shren never thought he would be dumb enough to return. Many of his comrades wouldn't like the fact that the fleeters had returned. Why had they returned? The pink skin said he wasn't here for the tournament, what else could have brought him back. Certainly not the hospitality. Unless he came looking for that Bajoran whore, the one Kavol's brother brought here almost a year ago. The Naussican hadn't taken well to the news of his brothers demise, he wanted to know who was involved and why his brother had been killed. Shren had filled him in on the events and he came to Axtis looking for those involved, he knew he wouldn't get the fleeters but the whore was fair game. Now the fleeters had returned and were easy enough targets. Shren smiled at the thought as his antennae straightened out above his head in anticipation of a little pay back. They could get the fleeters now, if anyone came looking for them they could say that they never arrived. A few words exchanged here, some latinum changing hands there and it could work. Shren decided to pay Turok a visit, hopefully the Naussican was in a good mood. He left his cabin with the smile still on his face. He reached Turok's cabin, smoke was coming out of the chimney so someone had to be there. Shren ran up the steps and pushed the door open and stepped inside. He didn't receive the welcome he had anticipated, upon hearing the sound of his footsteps Turok had moved to the door to await the trespasser. The moment Shren entered the cabin the Naussican grabbed him by the throat, lifted him off the floor and slammed him against the wall. Shren only had a few moments to clear things up before Turok choked the life out of him. "Easy big guy." Shren forced out. "I have some information you might be interested in." (reply Turok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Turok, 1035) Turok had returned from the woods with a pile of wood. Tossing it onto the floor, he set his axe onto the table. He built a fire and began warming leftover stew from last night. He had been out drinking and brawling, and the stew was all he had for his late breakfast. Though it had been five years, every time Turok came to Axtis III, he couldn't help thinking about those responsible for his brother's murder. The Cardassian responsible had been caught and imprisoned, but if the two Fleeters hadn't gotten mixed up with that Bajoran slut Kavol was into, none of it would have happened, and Kavol would still be alive. Turok missed his brother, but he couldn't help thinking the idiot got himself into the mess himself. He should have stayed with Nausican women, instead of some scrawny Bajoran. Tasting the stew to see if it was warm enough, Turok heard someone coming up the steps to his cabin. Moving quickly, he stood to the side of the door. As someone entered, Turok couldn't help wondering why they hadn't knocked. When he had the intruder by the neck, he recognized the Andorian, Shren. "Easy, big guy," said Shren with a grunt. "I have some information you might be interested in." Turok stared at Shren. After a few moments, he let go, dropping him abruptly to his feet. Shren rubbed his throat. "Whatever you have to say, you little insect, it better be good," demanded Turok. (reply Shren) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1036) Turok stared at Shren. After a few moments, he let go, dropping him abruptly to his feet. Shren rubbed his throat. "Whatever you have to say, you little insect, it better be good," demanded Turok. Shren rubbed his throat for a few moments more, damed Nausican almost crushed his voice box. Shren moved into the cabin towards the fire and the stew. "That smells good." He stated. "Do you mind." Shren bent down and grabbed the ladle and dipped up some of the stew, he blew on it a couple times before he ate it. It was pretty good though Turok hadn't paid ample attention to it and it had begun to burn a little. He dropped the ladle back into the pot and sat down on one of the chairs at the table. He rubbed his throat again. "As I said." He began. "I have some information you may find interesting." He paused for a moment but not long enough for Turok to lose his temper. "A certain pink skin and a Vulcan are on Axtis, I've seen them myself so you know the information isn't a lie. These persons of interest were acquainted with your late brother." He continued. "The pink skin was the first suspect in his murder, the one I almost hung. They are not here for the tournament so the only other reason I can think of for them being here is the Bajoran whore." He gave Turok a moment to mull that over. "Maybe they just might have a little accident," He added. "if you catch my meaning." (reply Turok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Turok, 1037) "That smells good. Do you mind?" said Shren. He grabbed the ladle and tasted the stew. Turok clenched his fists, ready to squeeze the Andorian's head so hard, his antennae would pop off. "As I said, I have some information you may find interesting," said Shren. The Andorian paused. Turok was quickly losing patience. Maybe if he pulled out one of Shren's antennae, it would make him get to the point. Even if it didn't help, it would still be fun. "A certain pink skin and a Vulcan are on Axtis," said Shren. "I've seen them myself, so you know the information isn't a lie. These persons of interest, were acquainted with your late brother. The pink skin was the first suspect in his murder, the one I almost hung. They are not here for the tournament, so the only other reason I can think of for them being here, is the Bajoran whore." Turok stared at Shren, mulling over what he had said. If his information was accurate, and if it was the same Human and Vulcan that got in the middle of Kavol's affairs, Turok couldn't let them learn that he had Marah kidnapped from Earth and brought to Axtis. Since they were Fleeters, he would need to be very careful. "Maybe they just might have a little accident, if you catch my meaning," said Shren. This was perfect. If Shren was ready and willing to get rid of the two Fleeters, it would solve a big problem for Turok. All he would need to do, would be to give the foolish Andorian the okay, then be seen in public around many witnesses, and he would be in the clear. He could even set up Shren to be caught and take the fall. He never liked Shren, and he hated Andorians in general. With the Fleeters eliminated, and Shren out of the picture, there wouldn't be anyone left on Axtis that knew Turok had brought Marah here, then sold her to the Orions. "All right, Shren. Tell me exactly what you have in mind." (reply Shren, though not necessary) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lt. sg Sanok, 1115) Sanok and Ben had collected wood and brought it to their cabin. Ben wanted to reinforce it so they would have added protection at night in case Shren came sneaking. It was a wise precaution, but they would also take turns keeping watch. It was unfortunate that energy weapons were banned there. Inside the cabin, Ben began constructed rough meshes from the wood. "Take a couple of the larger sticks," said Ben, handing over a hammer and some nails. "Construct some brackets and nail them to either side of the door. Cut the largest stick for a cross brace." Sanok held the tools, wondering what Ben had just said. He had never done such work, and really had no idea what to do. With a blank expression, he watched Ben for a few minutes until he had a basic understanding, though he was concerned that he might inadvertently strike one of his digits with the hammer. Ben completed twice as many meshes as Sanok, and Ben's looked better, but Sanok was at least confident that his work would serve its purpose. Placing them on the windows and shaking them, they proved to be sturdy enough. Overall, Ben was pleased, so Sanok was pleased as well. The task had taken several hours. After a quick bite of emergency rations, Ben suggested they go back into the main city area and start asking questions. Axtis III was in Federation space, but because it had no indigenous, sentient life, and because it had never been officially colonized, but was used as a back-to-nature planet, as long as minimum standards were met, and as long as no one caused trouble outside the system, they were pretty much left alone. The people on Axtis; there was a core group that stayed there full time, were a tight-knit group. Once it was out that Sanok and Ben were specifically searching for Marah, things were likely to become unpleasant. Again, Sanok wished energy weapons were allowed. Even projectile weapons were strictly regulated, and were used for hunting or shooting contests. When Kavol was murdered, and Sanok and Ben had revealed themselves as Starfleet officers, the people respected that, and they were unopposed while they conducted the investigation. It should have been like that this time, but according to Shren, it apparently would not be. Their excursion was about to become interesting. 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