USS Rosenante Compile Some Time Away 1 ==================== Some Time Away Day 1 Stardate: 2414.06.17 ==================== (Cardassia Prime, Parent's House, Gan Nolar, Day -4203, 0548) (Starfleet Academy, Cadets quarter, Cadet 2nd grade Gan Nolar, Day -2825, 2121) (Cardassia Prime - Shuttle - Cadet 3nd grade Gan Nolar, Day -2821, 0534) (Cardassia Prime, Rolok's House, Gan Nolar, Day -2690, 2137) (Kora II, Cardassian Military Academy, Gan Nolar, Day -2683, 1148) (Kora II, Cardassian Military Academy, Gan Nolar, Day -2683, 1156) (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, Lieutenant Gan Nolar, Day -7, 1234) (SB Geneva, Gan's quarter, Lieutenant Gan Nolar, Day -7, 1257) (Starbase Geneva,ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 0015) (Starbase Geneva, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0800) (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0805) (Starbase Geneva, 2O/COPS Lt. Tom. Jackson, Day 1, 0808) (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0810) (Starbase Geneva, Guest Quarters, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 0823) (SB Geneva,Temporary Quarters, ACMO Ensign (jg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 0824) (Starbase Geneva, ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 0900) (Starbase Geneva, Holodeck 2, ASO Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0902) (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 0912) (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, ENG PO Szlacht Sizaris, Day 1, 0928) (SB Geneva, Personal Quarters, ACMO Ensign (jg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 0929) (Starbase Geneva, Gan's quarter, Engineer - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0937) (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0945) (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - LCDR Steven Matrix, 0947) (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0949) (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Lounge, 2O/COPS, Lt. Tom Jackson, Day 1, 0950) (SB Geneva, Holodeck 2, ASO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0951) (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Lounge, ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos, Day 1, 0952) (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - LCDR Steven Matrix, 0953) (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Room, ASO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0954) (SB Geneva Lt. Tom Jackson 2O/COPS 0955) ==================== (Cardassia Prime, Parent's House, Gan Nolar, Day -4203, 0548) Gan was siting on his home balcony, looking at the beauty of Cardassia Prime. With the sun coming out, the reflection on the river that circulated in the middle of the city gave it a magnificent look. He tried to picture the image in his head. It might be the last time he saw the city for the next few years. He had not seen his father for the last ten days. They had no way to know if he was alive or dead. Inside, his mother was gathering the last few things before they leave. Rolok had left a few days ago as well, and only Letari had remained, to say their last farewell. "What are you gonna do?" Gan asked to his older sister. "Don't worry for me, little brother. I can take care of myself. Pelorec and I have already planned where we are gonna go." she had said smiling, trying to cheer him up. They had looked the city together, silent, for several minutes. "It is that bad?" Gan finally asked. "Mother refuse to tell me. She is afraid I might join father. I do admit, the thought came to me." "She already told you. Thrax betrayed father. The support we thought we had are no more. We don't have the ships and soldiers to overthrow the government. It's pretty much over. That is why we are better to run before it's too late." she had said, shedding a tears. "What about father. Can't we help him?" he asked. "He is too deep, and aside, he cannot leave, he is one of those who are leading the coup. They must still be trying, in case others will decide to support them. But the chance are dim. He owe that to those who supported him." she said, the tears flowing like a river on her cheeks. There were things better left unsaid. Gan understood what she was saying is that he was all but dead. But they could do nothing for him. If someone could do something, that was Rolok, Gan older brother. Gan was too young to help his father. "Gan, it's time" had said her mother. "I love you sister." he said. "I love you too." "When are we gonna see each other?" he had asked. "Soon"...she had answered. (Orbit of Bajor, Klaestron Transport Ship Okena, Gan Nolar, Day -4203, 1421) There it was : his new life. Her mother being half-bajoran, it was natural to come back here, where she grew for the first few years of her life. She did not remember much of it....she had been too young. As soon as the occupation ended, her own father and mother moved to Cardassia Prime with her. Now that his familly was researched by Central Command, Bajor was certainly the best place for her to be. It was protected by the Federation, so Central Command would have more difficulty killing her there. Yet, the Obsidian Order always found a way. What about him. At 16, they were pass the age to mock differences, but the thought of completing his university studies on Bajor with Bajoran, and a few human were going to be terrible. What would a Cardassian do on Bajor. Her mother had said he was Bajoran too, but 1/4 Bajoran....he was a Cardassian and would be perceived like one. He didn't liked their softness. His father had said the same so often....The Cardassian had the authority and strength to fight. They learned sacrifice which make them strong. The Bajoran had some of it too....considering what they had lived during the Occupation. But not the Human. They lacked authority and the will to make those sacrifice. That made them vulnerable when things got bloody. Only when he had asked Gan to go with his mother to Bajor had he said otherwise. He wanted to go back with his father, to fight the overthrow. He was old enough to be an officer, and they needed all the help they could get. But both his father and mother had refused. They had said, if something was to happen to both his father and brother, he might be the only hope to continue the family. There was his sister too, but apparently, she was in danger too. He had finally accepted. Not because of that, but to protect his mother. Central Command would try to kill her, so he needed to be there to make sure that didn't happen. His brother also said it would be easier to plot another coup if he was safe from the Obsidian Order. Bajor....his new home. However many times he looked at it, it didn't felt more right. His home was and would always be Cardassia. He could only suffer through it. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Starfleet Academy, Cadets quarter, Cadet 2nd grade Gan Nolar, Day -2825, 2121) Each night, Gan and the three other cadets sharing quarters had gathered in the common area to talk about anything. Often, other cadets joined in, but not tonight. They were discussing about instructor Loekor, the teacher of Quantum Chemistry. "To.....today, we are go...gonna talk about the The....Ther.....Thergon" one said before all starting laughing. Someone ringed at the door. "You didn`t tell me you had another date tonight." said one. "No, at least none that I remember." answered the other. "That`s your problem, you are in so many date you don`t even remember which girl you are suppose to date each time." said the third one. "That`s why I always ask them to come see me at my quarter first. I don`t want to be sitting at the wrong table like last time." said the second one. "If you do want to remember, you should maybe open. Unless you want to be killed in your sleep. If I hadn`t been sleeping in the same quarter, you would have died nine times already." said Gan. They opened. The woman cadet entered as soon as they opened the door. "Quickly, open your computer. There is a terrible news." she said. They opened the computer and saw the image of Admiral Doenitz make a speech. "We will not tolerate the lies he had spread. Admiral LoDona have killed without provocation many of my men. Twelve of my ships have been destroyed without reason. Now he even try to turn you against me. But I will accept it no more. Since no one care to [...]" continued Doenitz "What is it about" one asked. "The President Rondar Nell has disappeared. Doenitz have taken his place as President. It`s a coup d'etat." the woman answered. "Oh. So, finally the Obsidian Order did succeed in putting their man into the Federation highest seat." said Gan. Everyone looked at him with a very serious look. Apparently, they were no more in the mood for jokes. ~You should learn to laugh of your leader as your laugh of your instructors. This way you wouldn't be so shock when they get killed and replaced.~ thought Gan. Despite laughing, Gan knew the situation was indeed critical. It was doubtful their would be no opposition. A Civil War would certainly follow. He had expected it, but he had hoped it wouldn't come so soon. The political situation was calming down on Cardassia Prime, but it was still quite risky for him and his family to return home. They had hoped they would get a few more months, letting the time for the new Central Command - Detapa Council government coalition to get more used to governing together. Apparently, he wouldn't have that luxury. Waiting too long was just gonna risk of seeing Doenitz trying to send 2nd year cadets on ships to serve has photon-dissipator. He would need to leave quickly. Gan nodded to say good night to everyone and went to his personal room. He needed to communicate with his brother. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Cardassia Prime - Shuttle - Cadet 3nd grade Gan Nolar, Day -2821, 0534) Everything had been done so quickly. As soon as he learned a Federation Civil War could break out at any moment, he had spent the whole night, and the days after discussing with his family. His brother had played the leading role. Thanks to his connection with the Detapa Council, he was able to negotiate their family return to Cardassia Prime. It wasn`t done without sacrifices. The Detapa Council was far from resembling the Detapa Council of four years past. Since their defeat in 2402 and the death of Rugat Nolar, Gan and Rolok`s father, most of the Detapa Council members had been exiled or executed. They were replaced by others. Only a few members from back then were still there. Rolok had served the Detapa Council from exile until eight months ago, when the Detapa Council formed a kind of coalition with Central Command. Since 2404, Gul Dulon rebellion had taken over the Cardassian government. With his arrest and the death of most of his supporters, the Detapa Council and Central Command had allied their force to take power. Rolok had then been given a position within the government, not without difficulty. A lot of people from Central Command still hated the Nolar for the failed coup d'etat Rugat Nolar had helped orchestrated. Several attempts at his life were tryed without success. Rolok had been cunning enough to avoid being vulnerable to such attempt. The situation would be very different about his sister and brother. He could not protect them as he could protect himself. To insure no assassination attempt against his family, Rolok had accepted to step down from his position in the current government to take a rather minor military position. In return, Central Command promised no harm would be done to his family. Aboard the shuttle, Gan`s eyes were wide open with a smile so wide, he almost felt like 6 again. It was the first time he saw Cardassia Prime for the last four years. ~It's good to be home~ he thought. He had dreamed of this day all these years with the hope always diminishing that he would return. But there he was, four years later, returning to his home. He knew though he had to thank his brother for that. He had made a huge sacrifice to allow him and his sister to come back. A sacrifice Gan's was uneasy to accept, but he had hoped so much to return he could not turn that away either. As it was the only solution, all he could give back were his gratitude and admiration. He thought of the University of Kora II. It would be nice to attend a Cardassian Military Academy. He had not disliked his three years at Starfleet Academy. But the Federation had a very different mentality. They were too kind, too generous. During the first two years, he had always refused help, being used to be self-serving. During that third year, he started to accept it, but always with the fear it was a trap. How could you be helping others without seeking anything in return? That was a concept he had difficulty to grasp. He didn't liked it either to be accused of bribing instructors, or of trying to win favor. He was even accused of trying to seduce a woman instructor. He still hadn't figured out how he was suppose to win their support. His marks suffered because of that. He was also thinking of the discussion he has had with Starfeet Academy administrator. "If you abandon your formation now, almost at the end of your third year, know that we will never take you back. Your career in starfleet will be over." he had said. That was a risk he was willing to take. In fact, he hoped he would never had to return to Earth. His place was in Cardassia, not in the Federation. If things went well, he would never have to put his feet there again. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Cardassia Prime, Rolok's House, Gan Nolar, Day -2690, 2137) A Cardassian ale in hand, Gan, Letari and Rolok had met at their brother house to discuss an opening in the current political situation. "I have talked to Datar and Meritt. With the fleet I command, we have everything in place to seize the government for ourselves. Perkir does not know about our plan, but we don't need his support. Datar and Meritt carry enough weight within the Detapa Council to bring everyone along. We could act as soon as next week." explained Rolok. "Why now?" asked their sister Letari. "With the death of Korik, Central Command is vulnerable. It is the perfect time to act." said Rolok. "What role will you have in this?" Gan asked. Rolok remained silent. There were no need for words. Both Gan and Letari understood what the silence meant. They looked at each other trying to determine who would speak. "You didn't had enough? Father died trying to take power. We have just recently been able to return to Cardassia Prime and you would like to take a leading role in this?" Gan replied. "Rolok, Gan is right. If you fail, we will be banned from the Cardassian Union forever. You don't have to play a key role in this. Stay out of it, for the sake of the family." their sister added. "This isn't our way. We don"t hide behind people. If you believe in your convictions, you should have the courage to carry them to the end. Without me, they won't be able to carry it and I have no intention to fail them. Not now, not after all the works we have done to be ready." replied Rolok. He paused, then resumed. "I knew you would react this way. That's why I haven't told you before. I knew you would discourage me." "What about family?" Letari asked. "I love you. You know it. I even sacrificed my own politcal career for your return. But I care for Cardassia too, and Cardassia need the Detapa Council to govern. Central Command and that mad rebel have turned the Cardassian Union into something I almost pity. You are not proud either of what Cardassia is right now. We have an opportunity to change it. Our sacrifice will be little in comparison. " Rolok said much more calmly. "Brother, I love you to and I love Cardassia. But you act like father. You are such carried out by your idea of a change of government that your forget the most important : suspicion. Father forgot to suspect his friends, and you are forgetting to look closely at the fact. Korik death change little. He will be replaced. Central Command does not lack good leaders. You don't have what it takes to overthrow them. The Detapa Council has already control of half the government, and we are back here. Instead of wanting to have it all and lose everything, why can"t you have enough of what we have." said their sister in a softer voice. "The years spend away from Cardassia has soften you. Where is your fighter heart. I don't recognize you." Rolok replied. "Perhaps that's the problem. You haven't changed. During those three years spend away from Cardassia, we have had time to analyze the situation and reflect on our past mistake. As father, we were idealist. Life has taught us to be more pragmatic. I would have thought it would be the same for you, but it doesn't seem so. You seem determined to make the same mistake father made. As brother and sister, we care for you, and we don't want to lose you like we lost father. Don't throw everything away for vengeance. I and your sister beg you to reconsider." said Gan. Rolok remained silent for several seconds, thinking on both what Gan and Letari had said. "I can't. It's not me. I cannot fail them. I cannot step aside and spend the rest of my life regretting the things I have not have the courage to carry. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps it will fail. But I prefer to die fighting for what I believe in than living in a Cardassia I could have changed but failed to try.". Rolok finally replied. "Then you condemn us both to exile and yourself to die." retorted Gan angrily. "Brother. Even if I disagree, our brother has the right to fight and die for what he believes." their sister said, trying to ease the situation. (posted by Nick) ----- (Kora II, Cardassian Military Academy, Gan Nolar, Day -2683, 1148) It has been a little more than fourth month since Gan has returned to the Cardassian Union. The Cardassian Military Academy director had accepted to acknowledge the studies done at Starfleet Academy, so Gan had resumed the studies he had started on Earth. He had started his last year at the Academy. In four months, he will have completed his formation and be ready to take active duty on the fleet. However, his mind was elsewhere. It was to his brother Rolok. It seemed Rolok could neither forget nor forgive what happened to their father, even if that happened years ago. His relation with his brother had always been, so far, very good. Their different path had however given them a very different perspective in the current situation. The conversation he has had a week ago was still fresh in his mind. (posted by Nick) ----- (Kora II, Cardassian Military Academy, Gan Nolar, Day -2683, 1156) He regretted now to have left without wishing his brother good luck. But he couldn't share his brother decision. He knew it would fail. Attempting it was suicidal. Rolok would not only die trying, but would condone their family forever. He had just tasted what it was to be a Cardassia officer. The thought of having to return to Starfleet had a bitter taste. He had told Starfleet Academy director he would never return. He would actually return only a few months after having left. Just the thought of it hurt his proud. To return to the Federation, the tail between his legs, knowing he could never return to Cardassia. Having to abandon his home, his family, everything. He had always been a proud and determined person. Today, he felt his whole life was not worth living. He felt he wanted to crawl to bed and never open his eyes again. That was also why he could wish his brother good luck. Rolok would die not knowing the consequence of his decision. Perhaps he should assist him. It would be better to die alongside his brother than live the life of an exiled. Then he thought about his mother and sister. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, Lieutenant Gan Nolar, Day -7, 1234) The Starbase and the Lounge were getting too familiar. Just looking at the customer, he probably knew the third of who were here. He also knew every employee of the bar. Resha was a Caitain of 23 yo, whose husband had been injured and treated at Starbase Geneva for the last two weeks. She had accepted to be a waitress for the time. She used to work from 1800 to 0400 from Monday to Friday. She spend all her afternoon with her husband. Ilejna was a 26 yo Regilian who has had disciplinary problems. As a kind of disciplinary punishment, he had been forced to clean up the Raptor Lounge for the last month. Only since three days ago, has he been allowed to work as a waiter.... The last few missions he was assigned had been challenging and interesting. They were short thought. After a one or two month missions, he was back at Geneva sometimes for three weeks. At first, he had enjoyed the free weeks...but having done that for the last two years, he had been wasting literally his time at the Raptor Lounge for the last three weeks. "You will die here like the rest of us. They have naught to do with people like you and me." said Shal, a Tellarite Gan has been used to talk to during his long weeks at Geneva. "Not everyone is has lazy as you are. In a week or so, I will just go on another mission while you will rot in here." he had replied. Arguing and insulting were known to be two of the most enjoyable past-time for a Tellarite....beside complaining. Gan had been used to this now, and he almost enjoyed it. "I prefer to be drinking with those girls than sweat to repair a mining station in a close and hot black room with no one to talk to but yourself. You should leave me alone. You scare those waitress away." "How many girls will your bring to your quarters this time? Two, three? You are way too ugly for them, and anyway, what would they do with someone like you. They are three times more intelligent than you are. I'm afraid to say your best hope of not being alone is me. Think about me. I never thought I would drop so low." he said. With time, insulting come naturally. Yet, he didn't had the skill of Shal who had years and years of experience. Thinking of it, it made him realize something was not right about him. He was used to be much more insulting usually. "Are you okay?" "What? A Cardassian having pity over me. Do I look like a Bajoran to you?" That was closer to him. A year ago, he would have feel strongly insulted by such comment. After all, his mother was half Bajoran. Now, he was used to that kind of rhetoric. Knowing Shal didn't felt great, Gan didn't wanted to argue anymore. If he had been outside federation space, he would have invited Shal to the strippers, perhaps that would get his moral up. But since he was in Federation space, he did not knew what to do. When the waitress, Amehlia came to offer something, he whispered something to her. Not long after, he left knowing Amehlia and her friend would take his mind off whatever Shal had. Amehlia and Resha had always been better to get him talk than he did. (Posted by Nick) ----- (SB Geneva, Gan's quarter, Lieutenant Gan Nolar, Day -7, 1257) Gan had returned to his quarter to discover he had a priority one message. It came from an Admiral, not a captain or a civilian like all the other times. He listened to the message carefully. He was going to be assigned as a engineer on the USS Fire Hammer, a Galaxy-class ship. The ship was supposed to arrive in seven days. That was going to be an happy change of scenery. At last a stable environment. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Starbase Geneva,ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 0015) It was early morning and still the questioning continued, but finally the man before her left the room. Jessica was tired and her body still sore from the wounds she had suffered. The door opened again and a young woman entered with raven black hair, the resemblance to Jessica herself was striking. She held a brief case in her hand and laid in the table before Jessica. Inside her mind Lily urged caution. "Lets dispense with formalities," the woman spoke. "You see I know who you are Lily and Jessica." At those words Jessica went to rise ready to battle, either the person before her was S31 or federation intelligence neither Jessica nor Lily wanted to see more less talk to. "That would be unwise." She spoke. "You see I am well guarded, and I know you are still recovering from your wounds." Has she spoke four armed S31 agents materialized decloaking the ghost suits which hid them. " Understand both of you, your orders is just to gain a sample of the Signos thread and send you on your way nothing more." It was a fight Jessica and Lily knew they could not win, in the end it was Lily's words that took Jessica back. ~ She won't harm you.~Lily stated with an absolute certainty. ~ Why?~ Asked Jessica ~Later.~ Lily responded. Jessica seeing no other choice settled in the seat and allowed the woman before her to get to work. Opening the brief case there were several medical tool that would gather the fresh samples of the Signos Thread. "Why does Section 31 need this." Jessica asked more than a little upset. "Don't know all the experiments done on your blood," The woman answered. "I do know Section 31 places you has a tier one asset and that's not common. Simple fact is the Signos threat can only be replicated in a limited fashion, and trying to create a gene therapy as shown little success. Let me ask you this why do you think we look so much alike, it's no coincidence?" The Section 31 agent let the question hang in the air and let Jessica ponder. It was quite then only the humming of the machine taking the sample from Jessica could be heard. A few minutes later the silence was shattered, when the machine beeped. "One more thing to think on before I go." She spoke as she packed her equipment together. "How much do you think someone would pay to age like you, and what if you could turn that ability against itself and make it a weapon. You see Jessica, Lily as yet to reveal to you her prime objective her assassination and fighting skills are only in support of her prime objective." She leaned close. "You are the prime objective, you and the Signos thread once weaponized can bring entire planets to there knees." With that the lady turned and walked from the room, her four gaurds vanished and Jessica was once again alone in the room. ~Jessica, I'm sorry...~ Lily spoke, trying to soothe the anger she knew was building inside Jessica. ~You should of told me.~ Jessica snapped. ~Is that how you knew she would not harm us.~ ~No~ Lily replied there was a pause before she answered again. ~ It's because in a sense she's your daughter.~ ~What~ Jessica replied dumbfounded. ~In Section 31's need to find a way to recreate the Signos thread they took what they would need to genetically engineer children from you and those they deemed would give the best chance for that child to process the Signos Thread. The fact that they still need genetic material from you means either none have been born with the thread or none have been born that have it at your strength.~ Lily answered. The doors opened again and Jessica was told she was free to go back to her quarters. She made her way back her mind numb this news was hard for her to swallow. How much more would be laid at her feet. How much more would she have to answer for. Once back in her quarters she tried to sleep but couldn't find rest. Then in the early hours exhaustion finally overtook her and she passed into the darkness. (reply none.) (posted by Matthew Locke) ----- (Starbase Geneva, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0800) It had taken several days for the battle-damaged Rosenante to reach Geneva Station. Captain Soma had sent an encoded transmission, informing them that the Rosenante was coming. The message had included a very basic report on what had happened with the Hikani. Upon arriving, the ship had gone directly into space dock. The entire crew, including those from the Tesla, had immediately been approached by Starfleet security and taken to sequestered quarters. For a full day, the senior staff, and those directly involved in the incident, had been intensely questioned. Once every bit of information and intelligence had been given, the entire crews had been given strict orders to say nothing to anyone about any of it. It was the morning of 2414.06.17, and Sanok was on the main promenade, heading for a specific location to meet with an old acquaintance. The crew was on leave while the Rosenante was being prepared, but Sanok was not certain yet what he would be doing with his free time. He had considered visiting Vulcan; he hadn't been there for nearly seven years, but when he received a message to visit his acquaintance, he had put those plans on hold. Curious, the only logical conclusion that could be reached, was that his inquiry for information had revealed something. While meandering through the crowd, Sanok's thoughts went to Lieutenant Kevras. It was not certain if he had survived the battle with the Hikani, or if he was alive after the explosion that destroyed the portal technology. If the Hikani had found him, and they were sure to have done so, would they execute him, taking their wrath on him? Would he be imprisoned and interrogated again with the mind probe. Whatever his fate was, it was nagging Sanok in the back of his mind, especially because of the nature of his visit on the station, who he was going to see, and what it was about. He would need to concentrate more on his meditations. Sanok saw the sign identifying his destination. Oddly, he had stopped and taken a deep breath, letting it out slowly to cleanse himself. He should not have been experiencing that. He had worked hard for years in purging his emotions, in returning to Vulcan ways. He supposed having lived most of his life with his emotions, made it a more difficult task. Taking another breath, Sanok resumed walking. (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0805) Before coming to the Raptor Lounge, Sanok had researched the type of place it was. It was owned by a Human-Klingon man named Kijan Moore. He had a record, but nothing serious. It was suspected by base security that unlawful and shady deals happened there, but numerous undercover attempts to find anything had come up empty. It was a typical bar, with real alcohol served, and the typical clientele one would expect from a less-reputable establishment. The bar had dim lighting, an affect intentionally done to allow the patrons the first opportunity to see each person that entered, before the new person's eyes adjusted. This gave the advantage to anyone needing to slip out the back, or take more drastic action. There was a haze of smoke in the air, and Sanok was struck with the smell of various tobacco products. He was certain there were also illicit substances being smoked, but he was not there as a Starfleet officer, and was in fact, dressed in civilian clothes. Some sort of music was playing at a volume that would allow for private conversations to take place, with little worry that unwanted listeners could hear what was being said. Sanok wasn't certain, but he thought the music was called heavy metal. He didn't know why, but such things did not concern him. He was there to meet someone for information, so the sooner he did that, the sooner he could leave and be on his way. As Sanok made his way to the bar, he drew a number of odd looks from some of the people. It was unlikely many Vulcans patronized the place. "Hello there. You interested in some companionship? Maybe it's time for your pon farr?" Sanok stopped and looked at the Human woman that had spoken to him. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that was low-cut and very short, revealing far more of her anatomy than Sanok needed to see. "No thank you," said Sanok, continuing on his way. The woman snorted. "You probably wouldn't know what to do anyway." Sanok wondered why any woman in this age, would resort to prostitution. There were so many other opportunities for everyone, he could not fathom it. Again, he was not there as a Starfleet officer, so the way people chose to live their lives, was their business. Sanok had initially contacted a man named Rupert, who was a partner in a restaurant on SB 989 called RJ's. The man had connections Sanok had used in the past, for a price, to learn things normal channels could not find. He had such a need now. While traveling to Geneva after returning to Federation space through the Hikani wormhole, he had sent a secure message to Rupert, making another request. Upon arriving at Geneva, there was a recorded message waiting for him, with instructions on meeting someone that could help with what Sanok needed. That was why he was now in the Raptor Lounge. When Sanok had the bartender's attention, he said a code phrase he was instructed to say. The bartender motioned with his head towards a hallway that led to the back area of the lounge. Sanok paused for a moment, but once he realized that was all he was going to get, he made his way down the hallway, which led to a private dining area. The room was small, with a table that could hold a dozen or so people. The lighting was dim, but he could sense that he was not alone. He could also hear a faint sound he thought was someone breathing. "I am here at Rupert's instructions. I made an inquiry for information," said Sanok. Someone began to laugh. It wasn't a mocking laugh, or anything of derision, but the sound of bemusement. It sounded somewhat familiar. "Lieutenant Commander Sanok. It's really you! Imagine my surprise." The voice laughed again. The person had also emphasized both words in Sanok's Starfleet rank. "Bral," said Sanok. It was a statement and not a question. There was the sound of movement to Sanok's right. He quickly slipped his hand into the pocket in his pants where he had a cricket phaser. A small, shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness and moved towards him. "A lieutenant commander now and not an ensign, like you were when we first met. I hear you're also the first officer on the Rosenante. Your Hewmon friend managed to stay alive long enough to become captain. Who would have thought." Bral laughed again. Six years ago, while serving together as security ensigns on the Mithrandir, Sanok and Ben had taken leave time on a planet known as Axtis III. The place was basically a back-to-nature planet with no modern technology. It was an independent planet used for martial arts tournaments, wilderness survival events, and people desiring to test themselves against, or live, the primitive lifestyle. Ben had entered one of the tourneys. It was also where he met Marah, and where the Nausican, Kavol, was murdered. Ben was initially accused of the crime, and the adventure went from there. The Ferengi Bral, had operated a trading post there, but when he aided Sanok in the murder investigation, for a price, he had alienated himself with the locals, so he had left Axtis. Sanok had not seen or heard from him since. "I see you have done well for yourself, too," said Sanok. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could see Bral was wearing fine clothes. "Yes, yes I have." Bral beamed a toothy smile. "Where have you been and what have you been doing with yourself?" said Sanok. "Uh, you don't want to know." "You are probably correct." Sanok paused for a second. "As agreeable as it is to see you again, Bral, I am pressed for time. What information do you have for me?" Sanok could see a momentary expression of confusion on the Ferengi's face, as if he were trying to figure out if Sanok was serious or making a joke about seeing each other again. However, he recovered quickly. "Maybe you should sit down, Sanok. You're not going to be happy about what I have to say." To be continued.... (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Starbase Geneva, 2O/COPS Lt. Tom. Jackson, Day 1, 0808) Tom, Dahlia and the twins had left their quarters when finally allowed to do so by Fleet Intel. Tom had relayed to his wife what he felt comfortable telling her about the last mission. Jacob and Hope were toddlers now and hence VERY mobile. He had quiet a time keeping them in tow. Dahlia wash signing and happy watching hr three kids in action. "Hey gang, Dad's hungry / who else is?"Tom asked with a big grin. The kids both said "Me Daddy". Dahlia shook her head and laughed. Tom's mom had been right - her Thomas was actually a big kid when he let himself be. The soon found a nice place to eat. It was near the promenade where the kids could see everything. Jacob and Hope laughed and acted like normal kids universe wide did. Tom's thoughts drifted to Ben and Sanok. He had grown closet to each man and worried about them ad friends. He hoped Ben would find what Tom had with his lady. Sanok was an enigma to Jackson - he was starting at last to understand his relationship with Ben Soma. He hoped Sanok would relax at least a little. The kids cries and squeals brought his mind back to the here and now. "Here here you two what's the matter?" Their dad asked . "We're hungry Daddy" Hope replied ad her brother nodded vim agreement. He looked at Dahlia and she nodded too. "We'll let's fix that ok ?" Jackson answered. A waiter came over, one Tom had know for awhile and said "Mr. and Mrs Jackson w come home. What can I do for the Jackson clan?" He asked . He quickly took their orders and soon the kids were eating and somewhat quiet. Tom and Dahlia chatted as those in deep love do. (Repjy : None) (Posted by: Bill W,) ----- (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, FO/CSec Lt. Cmdr. Sanok, Day 1, 0810) "Maybe you should sit down, Sanok. You're not going to be happy about what I have to say." Sanok considered what this could mean. Was it bad news, or was it simply Bral trying to be dramatic? "I am Vulcan. I do not experience the emotion of happiness, and I prefer to stand." Bral snorted. "I know there was a time you lived with your emotions, so don't give me that. Besides, it was a figure of speech." "The information?" said Sanok. "You're spoiling our reunion." "Bral..." "All right. All right. No need to get testy." Bral reached into his tunic and showed Sanok a data crystal. "In case you doubt my word." He handed it to Sanok. "I'm sure your information is reliable," said Sanok, accepting the crystal. "It has always been so in the past." "Sanok, I'm touched." Bral put his hands over his heart. "Can I use you as a reference?" He chuckled. Sanok let out a small sigh. "Should I leave and access the crystal, or do you wish to tell me what you discovered?" "You really are a buzz kill." "I am not familiar with that term." "It's from 20th century Earth," said Bral. "I always liked the way it sounds. Buzz kill. Bzz bzz bzz." He laughed. "Thank you for coming, Bral. Perhaps we shall meet again." Sanok pocketed the data crystal and turned to leave. "There's information there on how to find Klagth!" Sanok stopped, feeling like a dagger had been thrust into him. Closing his eyes, he did a quick mental exercise before turning back to face Bral. "I know a guy that can tell you exactly where he is and how to rescue him." "Continue." "The thing is," Bral rolled his eyes, "you've got to go to Axtis III to talk to him." Axtis III, where it all began. If Bral's information was accurate, it would be Sanok's third time there. There would also be some that would not appreciate seeing him again. It would not be an easy or a pleasant time. While Sanok was contemplating this, he expected Bral to make a joke, or some sort of comment, but the Ferengi remained silent. For someone motivated by greed and the obsession to acquire things, deep down, he wasn't such a bad person. Perhaps Bral saw how this was affecting him. "What are you going to do?" "What I must, Bral. I am going to Axtis III." (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Starbase Geneva, Guest Quarters, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 0823) Matrix never liked debriefings and referred to them as 'polite' interrogations. They were, in fact, necessary and he understood their purpose, just not their methods and associated insinuations. Fleet almost always left him with the feeling the Intel officers were trying to infer ineptitude and incompetence. Debriefings took on a different tone after the Federation Civil War. Things had improved, but he wondered if there was still some level of distrust within Star Fleet, certainly among some of the senior leadership. After rubbing his head vigorously with both hands Matrix leaned on the vanity and looked into the mirror. Even he thought he looked tired. It was a restful night's sleep, but he remained tired. The burn on his arm was healing nicely, but was still sore and there were still visible bruises on his face earned from the last mission. ~What to do today?~ He thought. Down time was welcome, but rare and he was relieved from duty while the Rose was in for repairs. Still he wanted to go aboard and see the extent of the damage and perhaps supervise. The shipyard commander wouldn't likely tolerate any 'help.' Further, shipyard crews often resented the damage ship-crews inflicted upon their vessel and the pressure to get everything repaired was enough to stress any veteran into an early retirement. Matrix straightened his uniform, combed his hair and decided he would take a tour of the Geneva. It has been a while since he visited and even longer since he served aboard her as CEO. Smiling at the opportunity for a leisure day he left his quarters. (Reply none) (Posted by Steve) ----- Mission: Some Time Away Day 1 Stardate: 2414.06.17 (SB Geneva,Temporary Quarters, ACMO Ensign (jg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 0824) Slowly opening her eyes, Ailyn yawned, she definitely overslept. Not unreasonable, understanding what exactly happened to her in her first real mission. Yet, everything was repairable, except the scars left on her personality. Indeed, she would be always reminded, some scars never really heal. The quarters assigned to her felt empty, and cold, but since USS Rosenante had to have her time in a spacedock to deal with the repairs needed, the crew had to sleep elsewhere. It was a small bed, reminding her of bunkbeds in terms of size, except she was alone in her quarters. Wasn't terribly comfortable, but it was bed non-the-less. She was just lying there, looking at the distance wall of her quarters, and remembering some detail, she would usually day-dream a lot, in fact she was a big dreamer. Some people, she felt, were born to be great people, to be known and envied by most of other people, some others were born with a knack for leadership, and their often found themselves regarded very high by others as well. Then, there were those that would create never-ending cycle of trends, and expect everyone to abide by those - Ailyn thanked the destiny she was brought to Starfleet, to serve a great goal. Indeed, it seemed to her that if people are left without a greater goal, that they turn into vane attention-seeking snobs. Sometimes it was disheartening, that even in this bright future, seemingly-talented individuals in a particularly highly regarded field by citizens of United Federation of Planets, found themselves living a much easier life than those that enjoyed different fields - or weren't naturally talented enough. And even though anyone would find a place for itself, she always felt that despite what UFP stands for all about on paper, in reality, the water is much deeper. On the other side of the spectrum, was the genetically altered humans, who chose to be better then average, yet they were strikingly judged by the UFP. Ailyn always felt those were double-standards, if someone is desirable by the community then it would enjoy a better social life and would advance much higher in ranks or on a field of work, yet when someone else out of the usuals would take the matter into his or her own hands, and become something greater, would be cast down. This double-facet part of the politics never thrilled Ailyn, she felt people shouldn't accept being regarded lower or any less desirable then others just based on what others think about them. Obviously, her own opinion crossed the official opinion she had to have on the matter, so an individual would never hear her openly saying it out loud. Yet, there were different ways to acknowledge these needs, and to pave a right way to the future. Indeed, Ailyn was waiting in bed for a call. A call she waited for oh very long. Her side research got some people very interested in some aspects of it. She preferred working alone, she felt grouping necessary meant that the individuals of the group had to sacrifice a great deal of their individuality to serve an more immediate need, which often revolved around what the leader of the group thought to be, or what the group thought to be better for them as a whole. This meant taking down a great deal of personal freedom and creativity to accomplish something that at the end felt meaningless. But this wasn't something like this. In fact, she wanted something more out of these people. She was only giving enough to sustain the hunger of curiosity and knowledge of those people. Yet she had to acknowledge it was these people that got her back in the Academy, that pushed the mutual interests and reminded key figures of the Academy that helping Ailyn, and some other individuals, really meant the greater good for humanity. Of course, they also went to great lengths protecting Ailyn's vice. She failed to understand the fascination with her research, but she was happy it turned the way it did. The viewscreen flickered, and then a face of a man in his thirties appeared. A slightly weathered look, a keen smile and one eye color different then the other, were the only things Ailyn caught from the first glimpse. "Doctor... it is indeed a pleasure." the man explained in a sly manner. He appeared as a politician giving a speech his knew word-to-word. "Mr. Carter, it's an honor..." Ailyn naively started. "Yes, yes, I'm sure it is. We should really just jump to the point, no need to waste anymore time." he gave a cold shower to Ailyn. "Right, I'm sorry. Did General went over the last message scripts?" she asked, trying to ignore the somewhat rude interruption from the man. "Yes indeed, in fact he found it quite interesting. So much in fact, he told me he wants to meet with you. Of course, you will have to understand as he is a private man, he will be only accepting... house meetings, and as such you will have to pass a long list of tests before you're allowed... but of course, I am sure you will be more then able to do it, yes?" like a snake, the man explained it all without dropping a smile from his face all along. "Hmmm..." the man started "Do you know what I think?" he asked her. "I'm certain you'll tell me." she said with a dose of irony. "Insightful! In fact, understanding your father left quite a legacy, I am happy to tell you there is an easier way, of course. We do take care of the families of our... past friends." he explained in a cold manner. A grim look on the face captured Ailyn. Mentioning her father was not a good thing. "What exactly did my father worked on?" she asked bluntly. "For the moment that's not your concern, my dear." the man quickly explained. Visibly disappointed Ailyn made a sad face, the man obviously quickly figured it out. "Let's start with something, shall we? Please do check underneath your bed." he said with a pompous voice. For a second she just opened her eyes, and stood there looking at the screen. The man on the other side made an even bigger grin when he saw her face. Then she jumped from her bed, and quickly checked beneath it. Indeed... someone was inside her room while she was a sleep. Someone was close to her and could have done anything, while she was in her sleep. This sent a chilling feeling down her spine. The gold locket silently siting on the center of the floor underneath her bed reflected the light back into her eyes. It was beautiful... she remembered it from her dreams... from her nightmares. She slowly took it inside her hands, the thought that it was booby-trapped or poisonous never crossing her mind, and slowly opened it. Inside, a small old picture of herself when she was really young, in the embracing hug of her father. She almost shed a tear, trying desperately to cling to anything negative in her life, to force herself to stay cold in this situation. "Yes, he took that picture so long ago, he wanted to have something old-looking because I guess he was such a crazy person for obsolete things. Do you see the house behind? How do you not remember that it wasn't yours?" the man explained and chucked out loudly. She put the locket inside her pocket and took a deep long breath looking at the floor. "So... how are we gonna do this?" she asked in a forcefully-calm manner. "I will be contacting you when he's ready to see you. Be sure to dress something... nice. That uniform is not very fashionable, you know." then he once again grinned and closed down the channel. Ailyn had no reasons to believe they're lying to her, although that would be exactly what she would do to someone she needed and in their place. She guessed it was true, the liars understand liars. She got upset with this and she really needed a little something to put her calmness back. If anyone would find out about this, she would never be able to be a Starfleet officer ever again, but she couldn't stop now, she needed to push through all the facades, all the games, and get to the big name, present everything she could, and hope it is enough. After all, it was about her father... and her mother. She would give half of her lifetime to be able to be with them again... with them as they were. It turned into obsession, and she comforted herself knowing that these people indeed share a great deal of opinions with her. After all, she would still be helping humanity... the real humanity anyway. She took a long breath, then decided to slip out of her sleeping dress into her uniform. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Lani) ----- (Starbase Geneva, ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 0900) Jessica slept in late after the hard night and what was reviled to her still hit her hard. Was there nothing Section 31 would not take from her. She walked her room after taking a sonic shower in the hopes of making her feel better, it failed. Jessica walked the room reading a PADD one of many she kept secret and normally sealed away. She sat reading, the words located with in hitting her hard. 'Also in an analysis of the Signos thread we feel that Jessica has a 90 percent chance of not being able to ever carry a child to full term, and would be potentially dangerous to the life of both.' Tears welled in Jessica's eyes it's a wish of almost every female wants to know the wonders of holding a life with in her to one day hold a child. It was a wish that Jessica held close to her heart even with the risk. But now that dream of having a family seemed a world away, and with what was relieved to her over the course of the night, could she in good faith bring a child into this world by any means and risk passing the Signos Thread to her child and thus bringing her child into the eyes of Section 31. She started getting ready for the up coming meeting putting on a newly acquired uniform several either were well beyond repair or destroyed in the line duty, but that's what the replicators were for. Thoughts filled her mind she thought of her mother and father who she missed so dearly and would never see again. She thought of Eian, she hoped he was ok. She marveled at how much she missed his touch he was the closest she had come to having a family since her family was taken from her. With a practiced hand she donned her uniform and placed everything in its place. She fixed her hair into a long braid and took a moment to compose herself before making her way to the meeting place. (Reply none) (Posted by Matthew Locke) ----- (Starbase Geneva, Holodeck 2, ASO Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0902) C'Nell walked through the University Halls, they where silent. He walked along the "longest corridor in Europe" but the designers had made a mistake, and the corridor was off by a few degrees. C'Nell had thought that creating his mind palace would allow him even better memories, but no it didn't. This programme was an mixture of all the educational facilities he had been in. SAVE ONE (Reply none) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 0912) Matrix had been standing beside the over-sized observation portal for nearly an hour watching crews ferry equipment and personnel to the Rosenante and to two other Star Ships visible in the repair docks. Several of the wait staff had attempted to inquire about any refreshments Steve might desire, but their efforts were unintentionally ignored. Steve had been reflecting on the recent mission, the loss of his crew mate and ACEO Tho'var Kevras. He couldn't help but wonder his fate and was honored by his sacrifice. ~So others may live~ thought Matrix. Steve also reflected on others he had served with or lost contact with over the years. The memories of Alura surfaced again. The last time he saw her was aboard the USS Paladin or the evacuation to be more precise. Inquires to Star Fleet never revealed any solid news about Alura and he assumed she had perished in those final days of that last mission. Matrix closed his eyes and could see Alura clearly. Her sweet smile, her delightful voice and her soft touch. The painful feeling and guilt engulfed his emotions and stirred up nearly forgotten memories, both of joy and sadness. Awakened out of his walk through memory lane by another attempt of the wait staff "Sir...?" Steve turned toward the rather attractive woman and smiled. "I'm sorry I was lost in my own little world there. Forgive me...yes I please coffee, Earth blend, hot, black." replied Matrix. "No problem...I understand sir. The station heard about the Rose's expected arrival. We're glad you're aboard. I will return shortly with your coffee." replied the young woman with a charismatic smile. Matrix returned a polite smile and took a seat at the table nearby. ~Just relax...just relax.~ he thought. (Reply none) (Posted by Steve) ----- (SB Geneva, Raptor Lounge, ENG PO Szlacht Sizaris, Day 1, 0928) Just another boring day, just another pile of things he had to do today, as the days poured to one another, it seemed there is no end to Szlacht's meaningless existence. He had no territory here, he knew not any of his kind, in fact he started to think he's the only Gorn currently in Starfleet. Of course, he was conscious of the fact it was Starfleet that gave him the benefit of the doubt, and when he was completely down, his life depending on a mere lie, helped him get back. He asked for help, pledged his loyalty, and he was given a new life in Starfleet space. A new life perhaps, but it never came with new dignity. He had to do a series of very rigorous tests. Starfleet acknowledged his abilities as a Gorn, he had to prove his worth through many missions, he was wounded several dozen of times in the line of duty, however he was never promoted. Szlacht knew this had nothing to do with the fact he's Gorn, and everything to do with the fact he never bonded with anyone on board the ships he served on, usually making lots of hostilities, before being asked to leave the ship. He ended up in brig many a times, and there has been a large portion of Starfleet Captains dismissing him on that basis alone, he was not wanted, but he was tolerated. He served on board four of the ships, the USS Repulse was his first and he lasted a mere month on board that ship, the crew almost mutinied at the thought of having to work with a Gorn - specially for the fact that the mission before was one deep in Gorn territory, they felt they are working with their enemy. USS Repulse was usually relegated to patrol duties, as she was an older ship, and Szlacht was given a first post on a ship of little real importance, where advancing was everything but possible. Then he served on board two newer ships but never bonded with the crew, in fact he physically attacked others on both of these ships - the reason was the same in both cases, Gorns are a proud race, and in the heat of the debate, he acted out as it would be expected a Gorn would - in the company of his own kind. Both of these times he had counseling, telling him to let go of his own ways because he is a part of the crew now. But he never took the reasons to let go of everything he knew just as easily, and that was an obvious problem. He ended up in the brig both of these times, and perhaps the COs of the ships even tried talking with him, but he was stubborn - as a true Gorn would be, of course, and he hold his own values and opinions high. He was different from others and he did not see it as an issue, after all it was them having problem with him, not the other way around. Then he spent six months on leave of absence, he returned to Gorn space and tried getting back to all that he knew. He was a former slave, he knew a great deal about weapons technology, and although he would never disclose anything Federation to Gorns - because he pledged his loyalty, he had no issues helping the remains of his former comrades that were also slaves before, however, he found that he was not welcome to his own people. Judged as a weakling, specifically because he grew unaccustomed to the physical combat of the Gorn while he was serving on Federation ships, he was cast down of his own title, and banished from Gorn territory, forever. He found himself as being even less worth then a slave. He had to desperately help local powers, fight in their meaningless wars to deserve the right to ask to be taken back to Federation space. In those wars he lost many things, he lost his right eye, but above all else, he lost even last shreds of dignity he had. He was desperate and done things that would haunt him to the rest of his existence. All those things, however, did grant him the ability to ask to be released and given a way to Federation space, but the local crimelords did not want to let go of their agent of wrath so easily, and when he objected and said that he will disclose their secrets to the other clans, they all together joined to dispose of him. He had to fight his way through, decimating the opposition, and, sadly, being forced to kill those that, years ago, he called friends. When he got back to Federation space, he had to lay low, had to make up stories to explain what happened in the several months he was away, once again had to lie to save himself. If he told the truth, he thought, he would be judged as well, and would be probably forcefully-retired from Starfleet as well, something that happened to him already, and something he was not going to allow to happen again. So he lied once again, to cover for yet more lies. He lost all of his dignity, he was a shallow shell of his former self, and the only thing he could think of his existence, was as a penalty to what he did to his former friends... what they forced him to do. Through time, he managed to gain some trust in Starfleet circles, and was allowed to serve on Mars for a little while, helping test out new weapon designs. In truth, he was only there to throw out new ideas while other Engineers would use those ideas to create or modify existing weapons themselves - taking the full credit most of the times. It was unthankfull job, but it was a place in the galaxy non-the-less. Also, throughout the time, he managed to gain a little bit of self-dignity, and came to revere the existence itself as a gift - he became more wise, and more cautious as well, learned from his mistakes, and changing how other people perceive himself. He did not really change himself, but he found he enjoyed much tolerance from others if he came to a compromise about his own personality. He closed down himself completely, not allowing others to hurt him - or challenge him, in turn he became tolerant of others - to the best of his abilities, and acknowledged the difference. Acknowledging did not mean having to become the same, and he accepted himself the way he is, as well, and understood that the only person who can accept himself the way he is - is himself in the first place. He quickly found out that he no longer needed other opinions, and he found himself not really caring about it either. This was a milestone, it meant he no longer felt challenged, whatever would happen, would not bring him pain, as long as he was allowed some personal freedom. After some time, he applied for serving on board the ships once again, and his entry got picked up by USS Rosenante. He knew not who approved him to be transferred there, but he thought of it as a new way to experience something else, for a change. After all, it has been several years since the last time he served on ship, and he really did always hate Mars. His first mission came out a bit hectic, as the ship found itself at the unknown place, after it exited the wormhole, then being relentlessly attacked before they managed to save all their captured crewmembers, except one. When the ship was back, he found himself enjoying the local drinks. He met a funny little person who, also an avid 'taster in interstellar drinks', learned him the ropes of a seemingly-easy game of Dabo. The duo enjoyed some hours in the local Ferengi bar, but the Bolian found it overwhelming after few hours, and went on to crash and fall asleep on the seat inside the bar. Szlacht found it funny how both enjoyed some time, without really speaking anything to one another. While Szlacht really wondered what was he drinking, he acknowledged the fact he felt no tiredness or anything alike, and decided to try out a new tea, and change the scenery a bit. His way took him to Raptor Lounge eventually, where, upon entering, he was hit by a frantic woman, spilling warm coffee over his uniform, and muttering "Sorry" in her chin. When the woman picked herself up, and started to gallop out of the establishment, Szlacht only said "It is alright.", as he inspected the black stain on his uniform. For some reason, others in the Lounge did not find it weird to see a Gorn with a black stain on his uniform - perhaps the two things somehow went with one another, so he rejected the idea to go back to his quarters and change, he just took a seat on the bar, and ordered a specific Vulcan tea. He enjoyed it, although many said it is extremely bitter. He stood there for several minutes, sipping his hot tea like it's room-temperature, and not steaming-hot, when he was caught by surprise by a bearded human, that came over to him. Szlacht at first ignored him, still enjoying his tea, after all, he thought, if he ignores him, he will go away. Some humans were really always pestering him, intruding his personal space, getting close to him perhaps not understand that to a Gorn, this is an invite to a very physical challenge, but Szlacht stood cold, and ignored. "Listen, cold-tongue, are you Zlakt?" the man spoke with an blurry, hoarse voice. Szlacht again ignored him, the last thing he really needed was another 'incident' to make his life even more miserable. At times he was sure some people do this for a reason just to get rid of him. "Hey, I'm talking to you, ugly reptile." the man spoke, poking Szlacht with his finger on his right shoulder. "There is an easier way to commit a suicide then to pester a Gorn." Szlacht said coldly, still having his eye on his tea. "If you do something stupid, reptile, or call in the security, you will only get the remains of your friend in the boxes." the man explained, gaining a bloodthirsty grin as he ended that sentence. "I have no friend, you are talking with the wrong person. If I were you, I would leave while I still could walk." he explain to the man still not looking at his way, trying to control himself. "That's not what she said. So how about you do a little side job for us and we give your friend back in one piece, eh?" the man asked Gorn, who, by this time, started turning his way towards the intruder. "I have no female friends, and if you really had a Gorn captured, you would require a bit more capable hands then the misery standing in front of me. Go away and pester someone else." Szlacht said in a louder voice, trying to fear out the man while he still had the control over himself. "Not your Gorn friend, your Starfleet friend, the one with the worm, Deyu Jael is her name. See we got her, and she will die if you don't do a hunt job for us. We need one of your ugly kind for the little job we have in place." "Even lying about capturing a Starfleet officer will look bad and will warrant you some time away from the society, why joke about such things?" Szlacht said, he was not amused by the joke. "Oh, she said you probably won't believe it. We... talked her into providing a little bit more details, it would seem you two smuggled some alcohol on the ship and drank it after the shift. Old habbits die hard, eh? A worm-carrier and a Gorn, how cute." "What is your issue? Leave her alone, I'm out of business, I'm not a hunter anymore. I cannot help you, and I will even forgive the capturing of the Starfleet officer if you leave me alone and free her." Szlacht said, trying to comprehend what is this person hoping to accomplish, a part of himself still believed he's lying about capturing a Starfleet officer. "You aren't as stupid as you look, greengoo. Check this out, I hope you can at least see a little bit on your eye and that you're not a blind, ugly rohar bat." said the man and gave him the small tricorder-like device. On the little monitor, the young petty officer was bolted on an chair, with the blindfold. He could tell this is definitely her because of the spots she had. Such details were always things Szlacht would remember, something he learned from his slave days, to pay attention to details and underhanded offers, to see what is someone like as a person. Whatever this person wanted, he seemed to be at least speaking truth that he have Starfleet officers incarcerated. While Szlacht never felt anything about the attention- seeking Trill officer, she was still a Starfleet officer, and he thought, that reason alone, is making him feel he needs to do something. Attacking the man on sights now would perhaps only worsen the situation. The man is obviously some kind of an addict, again the little details were telling him this - he knew about that from his former days working for Gorn crimelords, so more then likely this man was paid with illegal contrabands - the one he enjoyed, to come to Szlacht and present him the feasible proof of the possible fate of the young Starfleet officer, and talk him into doing whatever they wanted him to do. He was not afraid this was some kind of a trap, he did not fear for his life at all, he actually did not care at all. Also, he had a belief he would at least go down fighting and that it would take a whole squad to take him down. He was a smaller Gorn, and like all Gorns, he was slow, but he knew how to survive very very well. On one of his missions working for the crimelords, he was inside enemy gang's hideout for three months, cut out of all the communication, hunting down their leader, and he succeeded. His right eye bore a proof of his success. He looked infront of himself to the bar table, slowly putting down his tea, trying to control himself from not broking down the glass in his own hands before he shatters the man's head onto the table repeatedly, and pull his heart out of his chest. He knew this wouldn't accomplish anything really, so he controlled himself. "What do you really need?" he asked the man that by now figured what Szlacht intentions were more then likely by his look, and started gulping in an awkward way. "There is an force we need you to hunt. It killed half of my employer's unit. It's some kind of animal, but it thinks like humans. We found an remains of ancient dilithium mine but it keeps attacking the slaves we brought there to work." the man explained. "By 'We' you mean your employer, do you?" "Yes." he quickly answered. "So what am I supposed to do about it? I need more information." Szlacht explained. "Keep on that device, it will show you your friend at all times, so you can remember what you're doing and why you're doing it for, it also holds the coordinates of the planet in question." "The information about my prey!" Szlacht yelled, he was loosing his patience no matter how hard he tried not to. "When the mine was opened again, it was there. It can somehow blend in the enviroment, mimic the sounds of others. My employer contacted many hunters, and your name came out." "Why not employ a Hirogen? You wouldn't have to be a coward and capture the Starfleet officer." "Don't make it out to be like she, or you, are innocent. My employer cannot pay the Hirogen. You have two weeks time to deal with the issue. If you fail, she will die. If you tell anyone, she will die, and it's going to be on your hands. You will again loose everything and be nothing. Now, you'll have to excuse me, think hardly of the things we talked about, my employer would be terribly unhappy to have to kill such a... pretty face just because you were useless." "Go before I torn you to small pieces." Szlach said, controlling his breath. "Empty threats, if you touch me, she dies." the man said, then walked out of the Lounge. Szlacht ordered another drink. It would seem his past was catching up with him once again. He once again had to make up lies, get drawn into other people's business just to save his own skin... and his friends. When would it stop? Szlacht felt he didn't want to be himself at this moment. That at least for the day he doesn't need to be Szlacht Sizaris, at least for the day he doesn't need to live his lies, remember his regrets and feel the pain of past wounds. Taking a final sip of his new drink, he got up, and went out, furious, but dedicated to doing what he promised himself he never would again. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Lani) ----- (SB Geneva, Personal Quarters, ACMO Ensign (jg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 0929) Everyone was called for a meeting at 1000, Ailyn wasn't ready and surely did not expect this, she was supposed to meet with her contact at 1030, there would be no way that the meeting would end so fast, so she was forced to do some priorities. She was ordered to meet with the crew, that meant she had to call in and change the time of contact. "Computer" Andersen started "Call Andy Carter." she ordered. [Unable to contact Andy Carter] the computer beeped. "Reason?" Ailyn raised her eyebrow. [There is no Andy Carter currently on the station] the computer relayed. "Great... precisely what I definitely didn't need." she shrugged. "Computer, is there anyone currently on the starbase that have Andy and Carter in their name, or names created from the those letters?" Ailyn was persistant. [Acknowledged, there is currently 1 person fitting the search criteria.] "Who is this person?" Ailyn asked, she was standing in front of the console in her quarters, with her hands tied together in an nervous fashion. [Mister Dany Tracer. Do you want to contact this person instead?] "Yes, please." Ailyn said while the computer beeped, and the next second a audio only channel was opened. "Who is this?" the man on the other side asked. "This is Doctor Andersen." Ailyn said trying to remain calm. "Nice, I see you can be resourceful on your own. Sadly, that will not help you win my favors... why are you contacting me? We aren't scheduled to talk in..." "I understand that was not part of our deal, but I am very busy at the scheduled time so we will have to do it another time." she said it quickly and sharply. "This kind of an opportunity does not come very often, many would be thrilled..." "I understand that, but if you want my research then you will wait. You need my research, I need time, we will meet when I am free." The man sighed loudly. "Fine, have it your way miss. I will have to leave the premises in a couple of hours, if we don't get to meet by then, you will have to visit Earth." he explained, Ailyn could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Oh, I fully intend to contact you while you're still on the station. I take it you will be available under this name?" she asked, her voice starting to crack a little bit. "Once you understand what we all hope to accomplish, you will understand the need to never reveal your identity to strangers. I change names for the situations, you would be best of if we would meet in Cargo Bay 3, once you're... free of your ship burdens." he said. "How do you know my lack of free time have anything to do with the ship?" "Oh, we know everything about you. We enjoyed much higher powers in the past, before the great war, and controlled many aspects of... economies and politics, but there were those that felt our guidence were misleading the nations, after the third world war, only a handful survived. But we are rebuilding, and trust me we know everything we want to know." "Sounds like a cheesy catch-me phrase to me." Ailyn said shrugging instinctively. "Think of us whatever you want, we were the ones funding your research." "And it was me who got the genome fixed you screwed up." Ailyn fought back. "No one is denying your abilities." Ailyn chuckled. Whenever she would back him up in a corner, he flattered her and then hit bellow the knees. He was such a dirty fighter, and even though this was supposed to be a quick call, it dragged longer then Ailyn felt comfortable with. "The meeting, I'm sure you will enjoy it completely with all the crew more then happy having you around, I'm sure the will make you want to stay." "I... you know what..." she started, she didn't take kindly his attacking on the crew of the Rose, because they never treated her badly, and perhaps gave her a new home. "Except of course you will have to listen about the meaningless death of one of the comrades from the ship yes?" "He died a hero, doing the right thing." Ailyn fired it up, like she was taught to say it. "Oh, he might not be dead at all, but even if he is, what is it to you, you didn't even know him, did you?" the man was persistent. "He was a good man, I knew him enough to know that." said Ailyn peacefully. "Oh, and what constitutes a 'good man', now? Why would it make sense dying and destroying the technology that could have made Humans even better then what we are?" "You are dilusional if you think allowing them that kind of technology was a right thing to do." "Such grand power should be placed in the hands of grand people." "You see, this is where we agree to disagree completely. I don't think only a few should have the control over the many. It is not a very fair system." Ailyn explained. "And what do you suggest instead? Doing ini mini miny moe and randomly selecting our greatest leaders from a bunch of blind care-free people?" "Everyone deserves..." "Yes, everyone deserves a vote? Because when the earth is attacked, there will be time to vote, to count the votes, and to argue what must be done? Because the usual mother and a father of a child would be ready to condemn their child if it meant the benefit of the humanity? Because the local gardener can make a hard decision how many must die to ensure our race continues pushing forward? These people like to feel safe, they need someone taking care of them. The military organizations are limited, they only see one side of the coin, they only pursue the immediate need, they can only plan tactically what's ahead... and above all else, they need all others working behind them to make their fight possible. Imagine if you could right all wrongs yourself, if you didn't have to ask for the permission to do the things you always felt you want to do good. "And they say the doctors are those always trying to make themselves needed more then they are..." "This is not a game, Ailyn. Perhaps you will understand it better once you meet with the General." "I'm sure I will." she said with a dose of cynicism "I will be contacting you later." and closed down the channel. She then went over the small picture inside the locket once again, trying hard not to cry. (posted by Lani) ----- (Starbase Geneva, Gan's quarter, Engineer - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0937) Moving all his clothes had been rather quick. He had been used to pack and unpack for the last two years. But all that time, he had kept most of his largest belonging in his quarter at Starbase Geneva, knowing his missions were always short. One of the belonging where the replica of the Dokat Height, a painting very famous from the 21th century, back when his people was known as the Hebitian. Even if it was four centuries ago, the culture and arts of the Hebitian had always remained a vibrant heritage they still shared. It was both a reminder of who they were, but also a reminder of the sacrifice they had to do to survive. They also brought such similarity with the Bajoran. That was probably why so many of his people felt in love for Bajorans. They reminded them of who they have been once. It revealed what they had been through and how much they had changed in four centuries. But it was a necessary sacrifice. Everyone knew it. Arts were a nice things, but what are their use if you can't bring bread to the table. His thought were interrupted when someone rang at his door. "Enter" he said. It was a petty officer but Gan did not know him. "Sir, I thought you were gone. They tried to contact you but you did not answer. You communicator" From the look of it, the ensign had run to his quarter. He was sweating and short of breath. "Who are you?" Gan asked while examining the officer, looking for weapon or knife. Even after several years spent with the Federation, he never liked to open the door to a stranger. You can't never lose an old habit. "Sorry sir. I'm......I'm petty officer Johan Reisberg, one of Vice Admiral Kevin Jordan's liaison officer. There has been a change in your assignment. You are to communicate with Vice-Admiral Jordan right away." Gan analyzed the young officer. He didn't seemed to be lying, but he wouldn't be the first one to make a good deception. "How am I suppose to know you are not lying?" he asked. That took the young and inexperienced officer aback. "What?" That's all the proof Gan needed. "I will." he replied and posed back on the antigravity-lifter one of the bag he was carrying. After a second, he realized the young officer was still there, hesistant. "Is there something else?" he asked "No, sir." was all that the young officer said. "Oh, you are waiting for that little word. Thanks. Now, may I have some privacy?" he said with a smile. The officer had difficulty to understand if it was meant sarcastically as humor, or as a mockery. He nevertheless nodded and left the room. Gan communicated with the Vice-Admiral right away to learn his assignment had been changed. He was not going to the USS Fire Hammer, but rather to the USS Rosenante. They had lost their ACEO during their last mission. At first, Gan thought it was a promotion but on a smaller ship, but when he read about the USS Rosenante, his smile was has wide as a Ferengi who just sold a bunch of broken pieces of technology for several bar of latinum. A ship made for the sole mission to spy on others. It was a dream coming true. What surprised him, though, was the fact he was ordered to report to the CEO, not the captain. Could it be the captain had been killed as well? On a spying ship, he guessed everything was possible. Perhaps someone would try to kill him too to get his job....or the ship. Perhaps he could steal it first. As they say, either you are the smartest, the first or you cheat. (posted by Nick) ----- (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0945) He had to ask a few people to learn where he was located, but once he knew, it wasn't hard to find the secondary observation deck. He had been there at least twenty times in the last two years. He saw the man he was looking for. He didn`t looked like in the picture...he looked a little older, but that was him for sure. Gan moved to Matrix table. Once he got his attention, he presented him with a gift (NRPG : Gan is found of art, so it is a Bajoran painting). "I know, sir. It could be a weapon and you wouldn't know, but it usually doesn't do to kill your superior in your first meeting. Please accepts this has a token of our future relations. I am Lieutenant Gan Nolar, at your disposal. If they doesn't change their mind once again, I should be your new assistant chief engineer." he said with both a touch of humor and sincerity. It was part of his culture and very deeply embedded within him to respect authority. It was considered valuable to try to gain your superior appreciation. A superior was a mentor in his culture, a model that you needed to follow. Only recently has he started to understand the radically different way to perceive hierarchy in Starfleet. At first, he had thought most of his superior lacked leadership and didn't liked him. He learned however that it is not because they weren't paternalistic, they weren't sending him to do all the boring work as well as bring coffee that they didn't see potential in him. It was just not the Federation way to take someone under his arm. Since, he had been used to it. But if he were adopting all the Starfleet ways, he would soon become a stranger to his people. He needed to keep his ways so not to lose them. He was with Starfleet for now, but his goal was to go back to Cardassia, his only home. All he needed was a change of government and he may go home again. (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Nick) ----- (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - LCDR Steven Matrix, 0947) Matrix noticed the young officer approaching his table and gently turned to greet the Lieutenant. As he did the officer started to hand him something. Matrix wasn't entirely sure what was going on and moved away slightly without trying to appear confrontational. "I know, sir. It could be a weapon and you wouldn't know, but it usually doesn't do to kill your superior in your first meeting. Please accepts this has a token of our future relations. I am Lieutenant Gan Nolar, at your disposal. If they doesn't change their mind once again, I should be your new assistant chief engineer." said the Lieutenant. Matrix stood up and smiled while taking the gift. "Thank you. Lieutenant Nolar....thank you very much." replied Matrix. Matrix gestured for Nolar to take a seat. "Please...be seated if you have a few minutes. I appreciate you taking the time to seek me out. As you know we're on shore leave while the Rose undergoes repairs." continued Matrix. (Reply Nolar) "Not at all...I think that could be arranged. I'd have to clear it with the yard officer, but a tour of the Rose might be a good idea. You would get to see what she endured and may get some extra about her in the process." replied Matrix. (Reply Nolar) "Indeed said Matrix. I'd better make my way to the meeting as well. I nearly forgot the time. I will see you there?" asked Matrix. (Reply Nolar) (Posted by Steve) ----- (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - Lieutenant Gan Nolar, 0949) "Thank you. Lieutenant Nolar....thank you very much." replied Matrix. Matrix gestured for Nolar to take a seat. "Please...be seated if you have a few minutes. I appreciate you taking the time to seek me out. As you know we're on shore leave while the Rose undergoes repairs." continued Matrix. "The engineers are taking a break while the ship is being repaired? I understand now why they needed me so much on the Starbase. I have been practically on shore leave for the last two years. I had to wait one to three weeks between each two to three months short-term affectation. I would prefer some actions. I would have been very interested in familiarizing myself with this new ship, sir. But since you are all on shore leave, I assume it is not possible." said Nolar. "Not at all...I think that could be arranged. I'd have to clear it with the yard officer, but a tour of the Rose might be a good idea. You would get to see what she endured and may get some extra about her in the process." replied Matrix. That put a smile on Gan's face. "A ship specialized in spying mission. The Obsidian Order would like to put its hands on it, I am sure. But unless they have hidden a special mind control technology into my brain without my knowledge, that won't happen." said Gan grinning. "Oh, it's almost 1000, I must go I have a meeting." "Indeed said Matrix. I'd better make my way to the meeting as well. I nearly forgot the time. I will see you there?" asked Matrix. ~What?~ Gan frowned "So she has invited you too. I suspected she was into threesome. I couldn't do it with a superior unless they ordered me too. If she is yours, I won't be in your way." Gan examined the face of his superior. That was a joke, but certainly he wouldn't know. "I'm playing with my life here, but I couldn't resist. Luckily, Humans are much more diligent for that kind of behavior. I stretched the truth. I only promised Julie I would be there when she started her shift today. Sir, may I ask what is this meeting?" said Nolar grinning again. (Reply Matrix) "Oh. I have not been invited officially. I have just been transferred to the Rosenante, so I would assume Captain Soma and Commander Sanok just learned about it a couple of hours ago. I would do like to know the man who I will be replacing." Nolar replied. As he said that, he realized how much the bad habits were already taking roots. He was asking his superior... An assistant was suppose to serve...to do whatever his superior asked. Never should he ask something to his superior. Could his behavior be justified by the fact Matrix was Human, not Cardassian. Maybe, but if he was not vigilant, he would learn the wrong habits. "I apologize sir, I'm being insubordinate. How may I serve you?" (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Nick) ----- (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Lounge, 2O/COPS, Lt. Tom Jackson, Day 1, 0950) Tom had arrived early for the staff meeting. Check the refreshments and found them to his liking. Dahlia had helped to select a variety of items reflecting the multi-culture aspects of the crew. The FO and CO weren't there yet. The agenda of the meeting had not been fully discussed. Tom hope that have a moment to remember Lieut. Kervas. It was typical Rose policy to reward deserving crew members with a promotion. Tom had sent the first officers his recommendations. Glancing at a nearby chronometer, Tom saw it was about time the meeting. He kept us calm bed and said "attention Rosenante officers, this is Lt Jackson. Please report to the Khitomer Conference Room - Jackson out ". (Reply: All) Tom grabbed a coffee and took a seat. (Reply: none) (Posted by: Bill W.) ----- (SB Geneva, Holodeck 2, ASO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0951) "attention Rosenante officers, this is Lt Jackson. Please report to the Khitomer Conference Room - Jackson out ". Lt Jackson came over his combadge C'Nell looked around the university and sighed. He had no where to go in this time away, he considered asking the Captain or some other senior officer for some kind of work during the time off; perhaps some technician duties or bridge time. "Computer end programme C'Nell Loci Mind Palace Alpha 2" stated C'Nell. The longest corridor in Europe which had a kink in it, vanished. It was replaced instead by the dull yellow squares of the Holodeck. C'Nell would definitely ask a senior for some work-where else would he go, furthermore it seemed the Vulcan thing to do. Perhaps he could finally impress his father and make his deceased mother proud in her grave. (Posted by Nathan) ----- (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Lounge, ATAC Ensign(sg) Jessica Signos, Day 1, 0952) Jessica entered the Lounge with a small measure of time to spare. She was glad to see refreshments and snacks already laid on the table. Making her way to a seat she picked a small sandwich from the offered spread and a glass of dragon fruit tea from the replicator. before she settled into her chosen seat. It was then she took notice of Jackson. "Good day Sir." She greeted her fellow officer, as was customary but still seemed a bit distracted by the events of the previous night. (reply Jackson) (posted by Matthew Locke) ----- (SB Geneva, Secondary Observation Deck - LCDR Steven Matrix, 0953) ~What?~ Gan frowned "So she has invited you too. I suspected she was into threesome. I couldn't do it with a superior unless they ordered me too. If she is yours, I won't be in your way." Matrix was puzzled by the Lieutenant's comment. Some kind of inside joke or perhaps the wild humor of the new ACEO. Nearly perplexed Matrix decided to play along. "I'm playing with my life here, but I couldn't resist. Luckily, Humans are much more diligent for that kind of behavior. I stretched the truth. I only promised Julie I would be there when she started her shift today. Sir, may I ask what is this meeting?" said Nolar. Matrix kept a straight face about him, "You won't be in my way Lieutenant." replied Matrix standing up to start heading to the meeting. Observing the engineer's reaction didn't reveal any secrets and Matrix decided to let it go. Perhaps pocket information for use later. "Oh. I have not been invited officially. I have just been transferred to the Rosenante, so I would assume Captain Soma and Commander Sanok just learned about it a couple of hours ago. I would do like to know the man who I will be replacing." Nolar replied. "Of course you are, but its not required. If you have other commitments please take your leave. I will fill you in on any developments. We're all on shore leave." replied Matrix. "I apologize sir, I'm being insubordinate. How may I serve you?" replied Nolar. "Not at all Lieutenant. You're hardly being insubordinate, don't think twice about it. Please take your leave." replied Matrix turning away and taking a few steps. Steve stopped and turned back to Nolar, "Besides...you'll find I have a thick skin Lieutenant...and I love to joke around as well." continued Matrix with a smile. (Reply Nolar. IFW) (Posted by Steve) ----- (SB Geneva, Khitomer Conference Room, ASO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 0954) It was not long before he arrived in the conference room; especially with his thoughts occupied by thoughts of his birth-parents. He knew his human mother would be proud.... He walked in to the room with a dazed look not acknowledging anyone in there. "C'Nell reporting as requested sir" he vaguely addressed this to Jackson but everyone there could see C'Nell was elsewhere; the place which his unique mind used to solve problems. He was in his Mind Palace. (Reply Jackson and any in Conference room iyw) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (SB Geneva Lt. Tom Jackson 2O/COPS 0955) Tom was sitting and letting his mind relax before the meeting. He was looking forward to his family's vacation. He glanced around at the officers present . He had served with mist if them for awhile and he noticed some newer faces. Jessica Signos approached and greeted him. "Hello Jessica. Good to see you up and around" Tom replied. "Nice work on the last mission by the way" Tom added. (Reply: Jessica') He noticed others arriving and made his farewells and went off to welcome them. (Reply: None$ (Posted by: Bill W.)