Compile#3 November 01-07 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: The Gilded Man Day: 3 Stardate: 2413.11.03 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, Ensign sg Sanok, 0917) (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3-0918) (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, Ensign sg Sanok, 0918) (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 3, 0920*) ===================================================================== Mission: The Gilded Man Day: 6 Stardate: 2413.11.06 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – Chief TAC/SEC- LT Chance Raschen - 1025) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds Lounge – Lounge Mgr- T’Lela- 1050) (USS Rosenante, Trade Winds Lounge, Ensign sg Sanok, 1052*) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds Lounge – Lounge Mgr- T’Lela- 1055) (USS Rosenante, Trade Winds Lounge, Ensign sg Sanok, 1056) ===================================================================== Mission: The Gilded Man Day: 7 Stardate: 2413.11.07 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0930) (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 7, 0931) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 Briefing room - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0932) (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0933) (USS Rosenante – Briefing Room – Chief TAC/SEC- LT Chance Raschen - 0935) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 2, Ensign sg Sanok, 0936*) (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- Day 7, 0937) (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - aCMO- Ens Kimiko Ichijo - Day 7, 0938) (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0939) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 Briefing room - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - 0940*) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Two - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0957) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - AFO Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0958) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 0958.5) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- 1001) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District street - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- 1011) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 1015) (Irlix, Khoda City, Third District, 1017) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1020) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1025) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Street - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1035) (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Apartment Building - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1055) ===================================================================== (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, Ensign sg Sanok, 0917) The trip to Geneva Station had been uneventful, as Sanok had expected. Even if something would have happened, how could it have compared to the recent five-year jump forward in time Sanok, and other Starfleet personnel from various ships, had recently experienced. The time jump had caused quite a stir in Starfleet. Ships that had been reported missing for five years, suddenly appearing all at once. It was logical that their emergence through time had been greeted with suspicion, but some questions and meetings, and a period of retraining, and all was well in Starfleet again. Because of the jump, Sanok was on his way to a new assignment, the Rosenante. Arriving at Geneva, Sanok didn't stay long. The last time he had been there, was the time he and his friend Ben Soma, had rescued people from a fire in a restaurant on the promenade. He was more interested in getting to his new ship, than thinking about something he had done with his now comatose friend. Passing all the security checks, Sanok had found his quarters and dropped off his belongs, sparse as they were, then headed directly to the bridge to see Captain Salid. Not paying attention to any curious looks he got from any crew he saw along the way, upon arriving, Sanok rang the door chime to the ready room. Hearing a response to enter, he stepped through the door, stopping in front of the captain, a PADD with his orders in hand. "Ensign Sanok reporting for duty, sir." (reply Salid) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3- 0918) As was his normal habit in the mornings while at space dock, Ahmed was sitting in his ready room, reviewing the latest crew transfer and engineering upgrade reports, when his door enunciator rang. It had no sooner sounded than the door slid open in its normal open door policy setting. Like the Captain before him, anytime that he was alone in the room and the door chime sounded, it opened without waiting for verbal permission. In this manner it had always guaranteed that the captain was available to his crew at any time. Ahmed's eyes looked up from the PADD to see one of the new crew transfers arriving aboard ship. "Ensign Sanok reporting for duty, sir." He said as he stepped forward offering the PADD that contained his orders for inspection. Ahmed reached out and took the offered PADD from the new arrival and gestured for him to take the seat opposite him. "Welcome aboard Mister Sanok." he said as he quickly skimmed over the details contained on the PADD, allowing his edict memory to record all the data for future use. "How was your trip over from the Mithrandir?" he asked the junior officer amiably enough. (reply Sanok) "Very good. Have you had time to settle your personal belongings?" (reply Sanok) "I'll review your records later, but I'd like for you to tell me a bit about yourself. Tell me about the things that I won't find in the electron feed of this PADD. Help me to understand who Sanok is." (reply Sanok) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, Ensign sg Sanok, 0918) "How was your trip over from the Mithrandir?" said Salid. "Uneventful, sir," said Sanok. "Very good. Have you had time to settle your personal belongings?" "Yes, sir, I did." "I'll review your records later, but I'd like for you to tell me a bit about yourself. Tell me about the things that I won't find in the electron feed of this PADD. Help me to understand who Sanok is." Sanok did not expect this. No one had ever asked him this. He was forced to admit that he didn't really know what to say. Everything about him was in his file. What else could there possibly be that anyone would need to know? The Humans had a saying, that first impressions were lasting. This was logical and true, so Sanok had to find something to say, so the captain's first impression of him lasted well. "Well, sir, I suppose what I could say that is not in my official file, is because I once chose to live with my emotions, then chose to return to Vulcan to achieve Kohlinar, I have a unique perspective on life and on people, that most do not have. I have come to realize, that simply choosing one path and walking on it until one's life ends, is not always what is best. Often, there are other paths that can leave one just as fulfilled." If Sanok was still capable of experiencing surprise, he would have been. It occurred to him that what he had just stated to the captain, was quite profound. He had occasionally wondered if achieving Kohlinar was the right choice for his life, but realizing that he was able to understand things many could not, he was certain his doubt would never surface again. Sanok was satisfied that he had given his new captain what he was seeking. (reply Salid) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room, CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 3, 0920*) The ensign seemed perplexed for a few moments by the Captain's request for information that was not to be found in his personnel file. It seemed that he had never had such a question posed to him before. "Well, sir, I suppose what I could say that is not in my official file, is because I once chose to live with my emotions, then chose to return to Vulcan to achieve Kohlinar, I have a unique perspective on life and on people, that most do not have. I have come to realize, that simply choosing one path and walking on it until one's life ends, is not always what is best. Often, there are other paths that can leave one just as fulfilled." Sanok replied. The captain nodded then offered the Vulcan officer a smile. "I couldn't agree more Mister Sanok. We have a very eclectic crew here aboard the Rosenante. A lot of cultural and ideological differences, and it is those differences that have helped forge this crew into such a good one. I have no doubt that your unique views will be appreciated here." Ahmed affixed his thumbprint to the PADD completing the transfer. "We all come from a variety of backgrounds, histories, both personal and private. We have different individual and collective experiences which lend us the benefit of knowledge and wisdom. We make mistakes and we learn from them. On this ship, I do not expect you to be perfect, but I do expect you to do your best at all times and to use common sense and good judgment." "I have an open door policy. Which is to say that whenever I am not in a meeting with another officer, that the ready room door will open whenever the door chime is sounded. I expect you to come to me with anything that you feel requires my personal attention." "Commander Sullivan is our acting First Officer, so she'll be your next stop. After that, you'll need to check in with your department head, Lieutenant Raschen. I understand that you served with him aboard the Dennison, so feel free to catch up on missed time if you'd like." "I will expect you on duty the day after tomorrow. You can take the rest of the time to visit sickbay for your medical records upload and check up and to settle in and get familiarized with the layout of the ship." "I look forward to serving with you Mister Sanok. Do you have any other questions?" (reply Sanok) Once any questions were answered, Ahmed handed the PADD back to the new arrival. "Here are your confirmed orders, you'll need to show them to Commander Sullivan, Lieutenant Raschen and Ensign Ichijo. You are dismissed Ensign." (reply Sanok) Daniel Greene ===================================================================== (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – Chief TAC/SEC- LT Chance Raschen - 1025) "In this instance I think it prudent to maintain the mission parameters as I've already outlined them. There are times for extreme risks; I just do not feel that this is one of them." Ahmed turned to look at his first Officer. "Commander Sullivan, have you anything to add?" After Lieutenant Commander Sullivan added her comments, Ahmed nodded. "I think it may be a good idea to add Ensign Sanok to the away team. He has some skills that could be useful. I believe that you served with him aboard the Dennison, Chance?" “Yes sir, I remember him. I’ll have him there and ready to go sir. "Very well; I believe we are finished here. Carry on Lieutenant, Commander. You're both dismissed." “Aye sir” Chance said as he came to attention before heading to the door. He waited until after Sullivan walked out first and then headed out behind her. He stopped halfway through the doorway and waited till T’Larah was out of earshot. In one of his moods to get the last word in, Chance then turned and looked back at his skipper “Sir, not to be insubordinate; but if I don’t suggest alternative ideas for mission accomplishment then I am not doing my job as an officer and department head under your command.” Then before the captain had an opportunity to respond, Raschen turned and left with the door sliding shut behind him. (Reply none) Charlie Raschen --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds Lounge – Lounge Mgr- T’Lela- 1050) With the ship underway to begin a new mission, only a couple of beings were in Trade Winds. From behind the bar, T’Lela noticed Norman, T’Larah’s cat enter as the doors opened to allow someone to enter. She watched Norman make his way to the large window and curl up on the window sill as he watched the effect of the Spiral Drive. T’Lela sent a text message to the acting First Officer letting her know where her pet was and asked if there was anything the feline specially liked to ingest. The lounge manager noticed the man that Norman had entered with had sat down and was watching the effect as well. Fixing a cool glass of water and taking it to the crewman in the black and gold uniform, she sat it down on the table saying “I’m T’Lela, the lounge manager; and who might you be?” (Reply Sanok) “I am pleased to meet you.” She said as she sat down opposite side of the table. (Reply Sanok iyw) “You mind if I ask you a couple of ‘get to know you’ questions?” (Reply Sanok) “I was just curious about what department you are assigned to and how you came to be assigned to the Rosenante; that is all.” (Reply Sanok) (Reply Sanok) Posted by Charlie Raschen --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Trade Winds Lounge, Ensign sg Sanok, 1952) After being on board the Rosenante for only a few days, Sanok had not expected to be included in important missions for awhile. Though he and Lieutenant Raschen already knew each other, Sanok thought he would first need to acclimate to his new surroundings. With fellow officers captured and probably in danger, it was agreeable to him to be part of the team trying to rescue them. With time before the mission, Sanok decided to spend a short amount of time in the main lounge. He had never seen the affect from a spiral drive, and he had been told Trade Winds was a perfect place to see them, so Trade Winds it would be. While walking down the corridor towards the lounge, Sanok became aware that crew members he was passing, were smiling or chuckling. Not knowing what he had done, he merely continued on his way. After more chuckles, one of the officers he had met in security, stopped him. "It looks like you have a new friend." Sanok tilted his head, not understanding what was meant. He then followed the gaze of his fellow security officer downward, where he saw a large Earth feline standing beside him. Apparently, the creature had been following him. "indeed," said Sanok. He took a few more steps, and the feline followed, stopping when Sanok stopped. Looking back again at the security officer, Sanok shrugged and resumed his trek, the feline dutifully in tow. Upon reaching the entrance to the lounge, Sanok stopped and addressed the feline, knowing it was illogical to do so. "Shall we enter?" Sanok stepped forward, the door sliding open. The feline walked in and began moving towards the observation window as though it was a regular patron to the establishment. For all Sanok knew, it was. Upon reaching the window, the feline leaped onto the ledge and curled into a comfortable position, seemingly enjoying the spiral affect. There was a sparse crowd in Trade Winds, so without speaking to anyone, Sanok decided to follow the feline, and sat in a chair near the window. "I see why you chose this location," said Sanok to the feline. He began to observe the affect. After a few moments, he could hear someone approaching from behind him. "I’m T’Lela, the lounge manager; and who might you be?" She placed a glass of water on the table. Sanok recognized the Romulan female from the Mirror Universe. Upon his arrival, Sanok had begun reading reports and personnel files, to familiarize himself with what was happening on board. He had taken a particular interest in T'Lela. "I am Sanok." "I am pleased to meet you." Without being invited to do so, T'Lela sat at the table with Sanok. Perhaps Mirror manners were different. "You mind if I ask you a couple of ‘get to know you’ questions?" said T'Lela. "Minding indicates an emotional reaction," said Sanok. "I do not have emotional reactions. You may ask." He believed, had he objected, it would not have mattered. "I was just curious about what department you are assigned to, and how you came to be assigned to the Rosenante. That is all." "I am in the security department," said Sanok. "As to why I am here, it is because Starfleet decided it is where I should be." T'Lela's questions being answered, Sanok assumed her curiosity had been satisfied, so he resumed watching the spiral affect. (reply T'Lela, any) (Posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds Lounge – Lounge Mgr- T’Lela- 1055) "I was just curious about what department you are assigned to, and how you came to be assigned to the Rosenante. That is all." "I am in the security department," said Sanok. "As to why I am here, it is because Starfleet decided it is where I should be." After answering T'Lela's questions, Sanok resumed watching the spiral affect. She watched it as well before commenting “Poetry in motion.” She turned back to face Sanok “Have you ever worked with Chance before? Sorry, have you ever worked with Lieutenant Raschen before?” (Reply Sanok) “Really; what was he like back then?” She said interested as her curiosity started to get the better of her concerning her sponsor and sometimes lover. (Reply Sanok) (Reply Sanok) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Trade Winds Lounge, Ensign sg Sanok, 1056) "Poetry in motion," said T'Lela about the spiral affect. "Have you ever worked with Chance before? Sorry, have you ever worked with Lieutenant Raschen before?" "Yes, on board the Dennison," said Sanok. "Really? What was he like back then?" Sanok glanced at T'Lela and quickly studied her face. He was curious as to why she was asking this, but her face was lit up with anticipation, as though she was waiting for someone to tell her exciting news she was waiting for days to hear. His suspicions allayed, he realized there was more between Raschen and T'Lela, than just someone sponsoring another person onto the ship. "i understand that you are seeking knowledge about someone that is important to you," said Sanok, "but I am a Vulcan, so I may not be able to give you what you want. I found Lieutenant Raschen to be a competent, though colorful, Starfleet officer, that is dedicated to his duties and to his shipmates." Sanok deliberately gave a limited answer. Lieutenant Raschen was his immediate superior, so it would not be appropriate to discuss him in this way to a civilian. Actions done in the past, were part of missions and assignments, so divulging information, was not to be done without approval or consent from the appropriate channels. Though T'Lela was being friendly, she would need to learn the mysterious ways of Chance Raschen, on her own. (reply T'Lela) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Trade Winds Lounge, Ensign sg Sanok, 1056) "Poetry in motion," said T'Lela about the spiral affect. "Have you ever worked with Chance before? Sorry, have you ever worked with Lieutenant Raschen before?" "Yes, on board the Dennison," said Sanok. "Really? What was he like back then?" Sanok glanced at T'Lela and quickly studied her face. He was curious as to why she was asking this, but her face was lit up with anticipation, as though she was waiting for someone to tell her exciting news she was waiting for days to hear. His suspicions allayed, he realized there was more between Raschen and T'Lela, than just someone sponsoring another person onto the ship. "i understand that you are seeking knowledge about someone that is important to you," said Sanok, "but I am a Vulcan, so I may not be able to give you what you want. I found Lieutenant Raschen to be a competent, though colorful, Starfleet officer, that is dedicated to his duties and to his shipmates." Sanok deliberately gave a limited answer. Lieutenant Raschen was his immediate superior, so it would not be appropriate to discuss him in this way to a civilian. Actions done in the past, were part of missions and assignments, so divulging information, was not to be done without approval or consent from the appropriate channels. Though T'Lela was being friendly, she would need to learn the mysterious ways of Chance Raschen, on her own. (reply T'Lela) (posted by Bob) ===================================================================== Mission: The Gilded Man Day: 7 Stardate: 2413.11.07 (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0930) Mike strolled into the Briefing room wearing the wonderfully comfortable clothing that Ensign Remey had selected. The crème and dark brown outfit was loose fitting enough to allow Mike to conceal some of the away team equipment that he'd be carrying without worry. His light tan colored pants were of a cargo style, slightly baggy with a pair of pockets on the outside thighs. He wore a simple leather belt with an Irlixian symbol of some sort on it. It was a branding of some sort, in the commercial sense and so Mike didn't ask too many questions about it. His top reminded him more of a martial artists Gi, than a shirt. It was a wrapped affair with sleeves that was anchored by a pair of dark colored snap buttons located at his left hip. Under the outer garment he wore a more traditional t-shirt of the A-Frame variety. This really showed off his thick muscled arms and deep chest when he wasn't wearing the outer garment. In his nose, was a single piercing, in which resided a single blue white diamond stud. He had a similar earring in his right earlobe. Apparently it was not uncommon for the natives of the planet to have piercings of this sort. To round out the outfit, he wore a very comfortable set of military style jungle boots. They, like the rest of his outfit were fundamentally earthen in color, but the breathable woven material that comprised the ankle and shin of the boot was exceptionally good at maintaining the temperature of his feet. Apparently they were also water resistant. To his own eye, Mike looked very much like the would be thug, dead set on causing trouble, yet he suspected it was more the significant unfamiliarity of the look that aroused that particular feeling in him as he caught glimpses of the cosmetic job from time to time in a variety of reflected surfaces. Even his smile wasn't quite the same, The jaw line had changed a little, and the teeth had even been changed slightly to more accurately reflect those belonging to Irlixians. He glanced up as he entered the compartment, a little surprised that he was the first to arrive. ~Oh well,~ he thought, ~They'll be here soon enough.~ (reply All away team members) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 7, 0931) Tom arrived a bit before the meeting. He saw Mike Rosenbauer and went over to say hello. "Hi Mike, I see you've been to beauty parlor too?" Tom said, chuckling. (reply: Mike) Tom took a seat nearby and wait as the others arrived. Tom siled and nodded as each of the team assembled. ~Sam and Kimiko ~ could go into the beauty parlor business if they ever tire of being doctors~ Tom mused silently. Jackson reviewed again the material on their mission. This was to be a quick snatch and geab of the Federation hostages. Jackson verevetky hoped no combat would occur - yet given the mission parameters it was a possibility. Like the others, he was puzzled how the Irilixans had obtained warp technology that was very similar to the Federation's? Was some as yet unknown entity advancing an agenda to de-stabilize this area? As the others arrived, Tom chuckled as he remembered his reaction when he looked in the mirror upon awakening. There had been other mornings that he had been started - those were usually after a night of carousing. The meeting would soon be starting. (reply: Any in room) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 Briefing room - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0932) Once she put on her wardrobe, she made way to the briefing room. Her out-fit color-wise consisted of mostly deep earthen hues and natural fibers. She wore a cream colored form-fitting undershirt, her pants were off the rack and of a tougher fabric, similar to denim. She wore a light jacket, It had plenty of pockets places for her to put her equipment. She wore her now blue hair up and out of the way. She entered the briefing room and saw Rosenbauer. She also saw the cases of equipment that engineering manufactured and stowed in here like she had asked. "You look like a street hood, is that the point?" T'Larah inquired. (Reply Rosenbauer) "Ah, well I expect the rest to show soon. It seems that a most of them had not received their cosmetic surgery before I did. Hopefully they don't have hair as long as mine, as my hair just finished changing color,." she replied. "Do you want to help me un-pack this equipment?" (Reply Rosenbauer) T'Larah took the first box and opened it, revealing a set of six fifteen centimeter long flash light. "These are the phasers, put these to the left on the table." she told him. As they unpacked the equipment some more of the away team arrived. (Reply Any) Some time had passed as the rest of the team trickled in. (Reply Lieutenants Jackson, Matrix, and Raschen, Ensigns Rixx, Smith, Remey, Ichijo, Lopez and Sanok) "I brought you all together here because we have some equipment that will need to be explained. We cannot afford to allow cursory examination to alert the local populace to our presence here. We also definitely cannot afford the local authorities or military getting a hand on more of our technology. These items have been modeled off of standard Irlixian things with Federation equipment hidden in them. They are made in such a way that cursory scans like from a check point or border gate shouldn't reveal them. Intensive or clever scans and of course taking them apart will. Any questions so far?" she asked. (Reply any) After any questions were answered she continued. "On the left you will see the Irlixian civilian equivalent of our palm beacons, with a phaser embedded in it." Luckily their version has an synthetic emitter crystal sturdy enough to accept a phaser beam. With the needed shielding we could only fit a type I personal phaser. There is only one energy pack, if we put two in it would show on cursory scans. Settings are light and heavy stun and thermo one and two and one cutting setting. It has limited energy on the cutting setting, you will be able to cut through one standard Star Fleet door and you will use up the energy cell." "The next is disguised as a business person's brief case. It contains a miniaturized replicator. It has limited capabilities. It would not be able to replicate anything larger then one quarter the size of the case or complex. So no energy weapons, but a chronometer could be made in a few minutes." she explained. "The next looks like a PADD and it essentially is, it is the Irlixian equivalent, with limited tricorder capabilities. The interface is in Federation standard, if held by one of the away team. If held by the Irlixians it will show one of their standard interfaces." (Reply any) "Glad to see someone is paying attention. It can tell the difference because of the tricorder enhancement and we all will be wearing one of these." She pointed to several small cases on the far right of the table. They contained a wide variety of jewelery pieces, broaches and watches of varying styles colors and types. "These are your com-badges and work like it, with exceptions. There understandably will be no audible beep or chirp of any kind. All models come with a ear piece so half of the conversation can only be heard from the individual speaking. Opening channels are accomplished by tactile activation. Closing the channel is repeating the same action or by three minutes of inactivity. Any questions of anything else?" (Reply any) After all the other questions were answered and everyone picked up their gear. "Everyone to the transporter room." she said and allowed everyone to leave first. (Reply Lieutenants Jackson, Matrix, and Raschen, Ensigns Rixx, Smith, Remey, Ichijo, Lopez, Rosenbauer and Sanok) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0933) Mike didn't have long to wait before other members of the away team began to arrive. First through the door was an individual that Mike wouldn't have recognized if not for the man's voice. "Hi Mike, I see you've been to beauty parlor too?" Tom said, chuckling. Mike gave him a nod, still amazed at the transformation that Tom Jackson had undertaken. Apparently He was still recognizable, although Mike could have just chalked it up to Tom being more aware where his team mates were concerned. "I guess you could say that." Mike replied with a shrug, "I'm not particularly keen with having the metal in my face." Tom just smiled back at the Scowling Security officer, before taking a seat in the small briefing room. The Chief of Operations had no sooner settled into his chair, then the door to the small briefing room slid open again. Even mike couldn't miss the lithe body movements of a trained Martial artist of T'Larah's caliber. She was very interesting to look at, and the alterations that she had undergone somehow made her seem more dangerous than he might have though otherwise. "You look like a street hood, is that the point?" T'Larah inquired. Mike looked at her for a moment and then chuckled slightly, "Hell if I know Commander. I'm just wearing the accruements that Doctor Remey laid out for me. Maybe it is the point, it's hard to say." He shrugged then allowing his mirth at hearing the Vulcan First officer call him a hood. ~Where in the world did she ever come across that term?~ He wondered, although he had to admit, the adjective seemed to fit his appearance. "Ah, well I expect the rest to show soon. It seems that a most of them had not received their cosmetic surgery before I did. Hopefully they don't have hair as long as mine, as my hair just finished changing color,." she replied. "Do you want to help me un-pack this equipment?" Mike gave her a nod as he replied, "Of course, Commander." T'Larah took the first box and opened it, revealing a set of six fifteen centimeter long flash light. "These are the phasers, put these to the left on the table." Mike complied and soon enough there were a couple of small piles of very alien looking equipment placed neatly upon the table. The Engineering team seemed to have done their jobs very well. As they finished unloading the last of the mission specific equipment, the rest of the away team arrived and settled into their seats. Once everyone was there, Mike took a seat as well and left Commander Sullivan to conduct the short pre-mission briefing. "I brought you all together here because we have some equipment that will need to be explained. We cannot afford to allow cursory examination to alert the local populace to our presence here. We also definitely cannot afford the local authorities or military getting a hand on more of our technology. These items have been modeled off of standard Irlixian things with Federation equipment hidden in them. They are made in such a way that cursory scans like from a check point or border gate shouldn't reveal them. Intensive or clever scans and of course taking them apart will. Any questions so far?" she asked. (Reply any) After any questions were answered she continued. "On the left you will see the Irlixian civilian equivalent of our palm beacons, with a phaser embedded in it. Luckily their version has an synthetic emitter crystal sturdy enough to accept a phaser beam. With the needed shielding we could only fit a type I personal phaser. There is only one energy pack, if we put two in it would show on cursory scans. Settings are light and heavy stun and thermo one and two and one cutting setting. It has limited energy on the cutting setting, you will be able to cut through one standard Star Fleet door and you will use up the energy cell." "The next is disguised as a business person's brief case. It contains a miniaturized replicator. It has limited capabilities. It would not be able to replicate anything larger then one quarter the size of the case or complex. So no energy weapons, but a chronometer could be made in a few minutes." she explained. "The next looks like a PADD and it essentially is, it is the Irlixian equivalent, with limited tricorder capabilities. The interface is in Federation standard, if held by one of the away team. If held by the Irlixians it will show one of their standard interfaces." "And how does the PADD know which to display?" Mike asked out of curiosity. "Glad to see someone is paying attention. It can tell the difference because of the tricorder enhancement and we all will be wearing one of these." She pointed to several small cases on the far right of the table. They contained a wide variety of jewelry pieces, broaches and watches of varying styles colors and types. "These are your com-badges and work like it, with exceptions. There understandably will be no audible beep or chirp of any kind. All models come with a ear piece so half of the conversation can only be heard from the individual speaking. Opening channels are accomplished by tactile activation. Closing the channel is repeating the same action or by three minutes of inactivity. Any questions on anything else?" ~Now that's clever~ Mike thought as he turned to regard Ensign Rixx, who looked nothing at all like her Bolian self. With the questions answered, Mike rose with the others and shuffled past the tables, picking up one each of the phasers, PADD and a wrist Chronograph with earpiece for his version of his commbadge. He'd let someone else handle the Briefcase replicator. Maybe someone like Jackson, matrix or Rixx would be best for that task, although he chose not to voice any preference. Once he had his wrist chronometer on he headed for the transporter room as he tucked his ear bud into his left ear and slipped the flashlight into the folds of his tunic top. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Briefing Room – Chief TAC/SEC- LT Chance Raschen - 0935) Chance entered the Briefing room wearing surprisingly comfortable suit of dress cloths that Ensign Remey and T’Lela had helped him select. It was a grey double breasted suit with 4 buttons that had to be fastened, pleated slacks, a red shirt, and black low quarter boots. The outfit was loose fitting enough to allow him to conceal his twin Bowie knives plus some of the away team equipment that he'd be carrying without worry, yet complimented his physical appearance. Raschen looked very much like a corporate executive, or a respected underworld figure. Both parts, the ex-Privateer had been very familiar with. The biggest problem Chance had with this ordeal so far was the cosmetic surgery. Most of his smaller scars he let the doctor remove, but the larger ones there was no time to remove and the aftereffect of skin coloring was that all those scars started to itch all over again just like when the bandages were first removed. Raschen still hadn’t gotten used to his temporarily new face, hair color and skin tone. Even his smile wasn't quite the same, the jaw line had changed a little, and the teeth had even been changed slightly to more accurately reflect those belonging to Irlixians. Even though it was him looking in the mirror, it was definitely not him looking back. With his suit jacket draped over his arm, Raschen adjusted his suspenders that held his twin Bowie knives and then rubbed his itching scars on his chest. He entered the compartment, a little surprised at what he saw. Sullivan, Rosenbauer, and a couple of other members of the away team, medically altered and in costume, were unpacking crates of equipment and laying it out on the table. “Sorry I’m late. Had to stop by Sick Bay and get some anti-itch crème.” (Reply any iyw) Once everyone that was going had arrived, Chance put his jacket on as T’Larah started her briefing. "I brought you all together here because we have some equipment that will need to be explained. We cannot afford to allow cursory examination to alert the local populace to our presence here. We also definitely cannot afford the local authorities or military getting a hand on more of our technology. These items have been modeled off of standard Irlixian things with Federation equipment hidden in them. They are made in such a way that cursory scans like from a check point or border gate shouldn't reveal them. Intensive or clever scans and of course taking them apart will. Any questions so far?" she asked. Chance raised his hand and stated “I don’t have any yet.” After any questions were answered she continued. "On the left you will see the Irlixian civilian equivalent of our palm beacons, with a phaser embedded in it." Luckily their version has an synthetic emitter crystal sturdy enough to accept a phaser beam. With the needed shielding we could only fit a type I personal phaser. There is only one energy pack, if we put two in it would show on cursory scans. Settings are light and heavy stun and thermo one and two and one cutting setting. It has limited energy on the cutting setting, you will be able to cut through one standard Star Fleet door and you will use up the energy cell." "The next is disguised as a business person's brief case. It contains a miniaturized replicator. It has limited capabilities. It would not be able to replicate anything larger than one quarter the size of the case or complex. So no energy weapons, but a chronometer could be made in a few minutes." she explained. "The next looks like a PADD and it essentially is, it is the Irlixian equivalent, with limited tricorder capabilities. The interface is in Federation standard, if held by one of the away team. If held by the Irlixians it will show one of their standard interfaces." Raschen shrugged “And what does that thing do?” He simply stated. "Glad to see someone is paying attention. It can tell the difference because of the tricorder enhancement and we all will be wearing one of these." She pointed to several small cases on the far right of the table. They contained a wide variety of jewelry pieces, broaches and watches of varying styles colors and types. "These are your com-badges and work like it, with exceptions. There understandably will be no audible beep or chirp of any kind. All models come with a ear piece so half of the conversation can only be heard from the individual speaking. Opening channels are accomplished by tactile activation. Closing the channel is repeating the same action or by three minutes of inactivity. Any questions of anything else?" Shaking his head slowly “Not yet ma’am.” After all the other questions were answered and everyone picked up their gear. "Everyone to the transporter room." she said and allowed everyone to leave first. (Reply any iyw) Charlie Raschen --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 2, Ensign sg Sanok, 0936*) After being altered to appear as an Irlixian, Sanok made his way directly to transporter room 2. He stood quietly in the back, not mingling with any of the others. They all seemed to be preoccupied with their new appearances, but such things were irrelevant to Sanok. The mission to rescue the captured Starfleet personnel was what mattered. After the aFO briefed the team, which included showing them the equipment they would be taking, questions were asked, and equipment was distributed. Beaming down in twos to avoid detection, Sanok waited until it was his turn. Stepping onto the pad, he calmly waited to see where he would appear on the planet. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- Day 7, 0937) Sam walked into the briefing room and took his place at the table.The room was slowly being filled with away team members.This would be Sam first under cover or covert mission since joining starfleet. Sam watched as people were still getting used to their new look.Sam had made the best try to make everyone look alien.now the only way to test it is to see if the real aliens buy it. The test would be soon enough as the briefing started. (Reply by away team) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - aCMO- Ens Kimiko Ichijo - Day 7, 0938) Kimiko wandered into the briefing room. She hadn't cared for the the odd hue of her skin and the horns more then bit annoying; However..... ~I have to admit that they nice sense of style~ Kimiko thought of the dress She previously dismissed the fashion as impracticable, but she had to admit that it looked good. The doctor watched as Commander Sullivan introduced the stealth equipment. ~hum, pretty interesting, but trust them to remember phasers, but not dermal adherer~ After T’Larah finished her briefing, she asked "Any questions of anything else?" The doctor stepped forward and asked "I'm fairly sure I would be able to alter the gain on the tricorder enough to use for medical purposes, however unfortunately the same could not be said of a phaser" Kimiko continued "I hope we avoid the necessity, but is there any medical tools or drugs that could be.....smuggled.... planetside?" (Reply Sullivan) Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: The Gilded Man Day: 7 Stardate: 2413.11.07 (USS Rosenante - Briefing Room - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0939) "Any questions of anything else?" the acting First Officer asked. The doctor stepped forward and asked "I'm fairly sure I would be able to alter the gain on the tricorder enough to use for medical purposes, however unfortunately the same could not be said of a phaser" Kimiko continued "I hope we avoid the necessity, but is there any medical tools or drugs that could be.....smuggled.... planet-side?" T'Larah thought for a moment. "Find a suitable lady's hand bag from the database of Irlixian accessories. They can be constructed with lined compartments to hide your instruments from cursory scans." she answered the doctor. (Reply Dr Ichijo) "This will take some time. You will be one of the last to beam down, with me. Luckily the replicator is across the corridor. Doctor, time is very limited. Please choose quickly and wisely." she ordered. (Reply Dr Ichijo) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 Briefing room - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - 0940*) Tom had arrived just before the FO's briefing. He stood to the back and listened intently. He was excited. Tom liked the chance to get off the ship on occasion. His first assignment on the Nimitz had included an away mission. He had met Ahmed Salid for the first time. He looked at Lt Cmdr Sullivan and Ensign Rosenbauer chatting. He nodded to both and took a position towards the front. Before them was a pile of equipment that looked somewhat familiar. T'Larah took the first box and opened it, revealing a set of six fifteen centimeter long flash light. "These are the phasers, put these to the left on the table." she told him. As they unpacked the equipment some more of the team arrived. Jackson eyed the gear. Technology and its many forms never ceased to amaze Jackson. TLarah continued her brief."I brought you all together here because we have some equipment that will need to be explained. We cannot afford to allow cursory examination to alert the local populace to our presence here. We also definitely cannot afford the local authorities or military getting a hand on more of our technology. These items have been modeled off of standard Irlixian things with Federation equipment hidden in them. They are made in such a way that cursory scans like from a check point or border gate shouldn't reveal them. Intensive or clever scans and of course taking them apart will. Any questions so far?" she asked The rules of engagement were fairly clear so far. Tom had no questions at this point and continued to listen. Tom liked the idea of wearing a bit of bling. He eyed a nice sized man's watch. he selected it and put i on his right wrist. Tom and the others followed Cmdr Sullivan out of the briefing room into the transporter Area. (reply: Any present) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room Two - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 0957) The Away team settled onto the Transporter platform with all the ease that experience grants. Ensign Dawson was at the transporter controls and for some reason that gave Mike a great sense of peace to know that the young man was there to watch over their transition. Once they were all settled, the order was given and Dawson began the process which would move the entire away team from the decks of the Rosenante to the planet below. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - AFO Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0958) Once everyone had reported in to the transporter room T'Larah worked with the transporter chief to get everyone planet side undetected. "Dawson isn't it?" she inquired, but fairly certain she was right. "Yessir." Dawson responded. "Listen to me very carefully, Mister Dawson. I want everyone down on the planet, undetected and in one piece. I need you to time the beam down in places where they won't be noticed. I want no native or surveillance camera in line of sight with our beam downs. You don't have to keep them together, we will rally after wards." she explained. "Sir, I heard they have some of our technology, won't they detect the beam in? I mean, even if they don't know right away what it is, a transporter has a definite end and beginning. If they find the signal they can trace it to the away team or back to the ship. Cloaked or not, dispersed or not, it poses a risk, right?" he said. ~And this is why he is transporter chief. Why didn't I think of that?~ "OK, can you embed the signal in a local news or weather broadcast, thus concealing it's nature and origin? That will keep the detection to a few meters from point of beam in and a few thousand meters from the ionosphere." she proposed. The young man smiled, "Hey that could work. Stand by." He placed some commands into his panel. "Go to go sir, I'll have to beam you all down by twos, the signals aren't strong enough for more." "Everyone on the pads. He will take us in order. Replace personnel on the pads after all are vacated. He won't be able to put us together, so when you materialize top priority is to find each other and rally. Rosenbaur, you and Raschen will be first. The two of you will find a meeting place, we will work our way to you." (Reply any) "Mister Dawson begin energizing." she ordered. (Reply any) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 0958.5) "Everyone on the pads. He will take us in order. Replace personnel on the pads after all are vacated. He won't be able to put us together, so when you materialize top priority is to find each other and rally. Rosenbauer, you and Raschen will be first. The two of you will find a meeting place, we will work our way to you." "Watch for an interplexing beacon. It should be detectable to the Tricorder functions of the PADDs but not to the local authorities." Mike replied. "Mister Dawson begin energizing." she ordered. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- 1001) Sam followed as every one entered the transporter room and listened to the first officer orders.The briefing was quick and to the point as to the goals of the mission.This mission would appear to be very interesting to most anyone including Sam. It was now Sam turn to transport down to the surface.Sam stepped up to the pad and watched as the transporter took him away. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District street - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- 1011) Sam ended up on the sidewalk of a deserted street in the middle of a industrial city.Sam was used to seeing this kind of scenery because of his trips to the holodeck.Sam started looking for the hidden signal for the location of the meeting place. (Reply by away team) (posted by Shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 7, 1015) The planet was alive with noise. As the away team rematerialized in the alleyway, the first thing that Mike noticed was the sound of an urban area. It wasn't as if he'd never been in a city before. It's just that the cities that he had been in prior weren't as... Noisy. The sounds of vehicles, people, horns and sirens was at first a little overwhelming, but it was something that he adapted to relatively quickly. They had rematerialized in an alleyway wedged between two relatively dirty and ill tended brick walls that were far too close together for proper fire prevention. Trash and other debris seemed to have clogged a good sized portion of the alley, perhaps by design or by incident, leaving a distinct impression that the place had not been used for some time. (reply all on away team) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix, Khoda City, Third District, 1017) Sanok appeared hidden inside a small wooded area. Peering out carefully, he saw that he was in a park of some kind. People were walking, jogging, or riding two-wheeled vehicles similar to an Earth bicycle. Others were talking in small groups, or sitting on benches. A group of children were playing some sort of tag game. Activating his disguised tricorder, Sanok began searching to see if a hidden signal was being broadcast to notify the away team members where to rally. (reply any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - AFO - Lt Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1020) It took some time to get everyone down on the surface. T'Larah ensured she was the last one to beam down. As she materialized, she was unprepared for the noises of a post-industrial, early information age city. She collected herself and looked to where the she had materialized. "Time to find the rest of the away team." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Alleyway - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1025) Once they had settled and mike had managed to get acclimated to the sounds and smells of the city, he turned to regard Raschen. "I think it best if we split up to find a suitable area. I would suggest some sort of large open public area, perhaps a park or maybe some public square where we could group without drawing suspicion." (reply Raschen) "Agreed." (reply Raschen iyw) "I'll head west and you can head east, that way we can cover more terrain. First one to find a suitable site can send out the signal." (reply Raschen) "See you in a few minutes then." Mike stated and headed out of the alleyway. (reply Raschen) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Street - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1035) Mike had been walking roughly westward for the last couple of minutes, looking for a suitable location for the team to gather. So far, his prospects hadn't been particularly abundant. He turned a corner just in time to see a pair of would be hoodlums dragging a female Irlixian into an apparently abandoned alleyway. His eyes darted up and down the nearly deserted street, which seemed to have become a bit more degenerated than he would have liked. The few inhabitants that seemed to be present were either unaware of the female's issues or they were uncaring. "Damn it." Mike muttered and with a shrug of his shoulders quickened his pace to hurry to the mouth of the alleyway prepared to render aid. The entry was narrow and trash filled. It was not however abandoned. There was only one suitable entry and exit, and that was through the opening that Mike now occupied; the other end being blocked by a brick and mortar wall. The two males had dragged their would-be victim down the alleyway to the far wall. One stood behind her, one arm around her neck while the other was wrapped around her waist. She had been struggling but the second male seemed to have taken some of the resistance out of her by striking her in the face and body with a few brutal blows. There was blood at the corner of her mouth and she was whimpering as the second male was fondling her in an inappropriate manner. Mike started down the Alleyway. He was not about to stand by idly and allow this to happen, even if there was a mission to complete. "We can beat you into submission or you can cooperate and give us what we want," one of the males was saying to her, even as his fingers were grasping at her tunic top with a sense of malicious purpose. "Or, you can leave now before I start breaking bones." Mike said as he approached, already his adrenalin was coursing through his blood stream, focusing his senses and tightening his muscles in preparation of the fight he knew was coming. The second man, mister fingers, released his grip on the woman's shirt and spun to face Mike. He was well built and looked ready to fight, the hormones and chemicals from his perceived soon-to-be exploits, already coursing through his body, supercharging him. His friend, shoved the woman sideways, slamming her into the wall and dazing her. "What do you care, she's a Mol anyway?" the second man added. "It's not like she's one of us. You can share if you want?" Mike's eyes traveled down to the woman who looked stunned and terrified, sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up against her chest. Here in the darkness, her slightly darker complexion and spots seemed to stand out a bit more than those of the other two in the alley. Realization struck him then. What he was interrupting was a crime of hate, of racism; that Doctor Ichijo had warned them about. Mike's eyes traveled back up to the two men, both were stocky and seemed to hold themselves in a manner suggesting that they had experience fighting. There was a choice to make now, and the Ex-ranger couldn't say that he liked the options. He could jeopardize the mission for the sake of one individual or he could leave her to her fate. He knew what he had to do, he'd never be able to live with himself if he didn't do everything he could to protect one sentient from being preyed on by another. "If you leave now, I'll let you keep the use of your arms and legs, otherwise, they'll be carrying you out of here." he said. The eyes of the two men narrowed and their nostrils flared, Mike moved into a fighting stance, ready. They were patient and had indeed seemed to have seen their fair share of scraps. They split, one moving to the left , the other towards the right, but the narrow alley prevented them from gaining any significant tactical advantage. Mike for his part just stood, ready to explode into action when the moment was right. It didn't take long. The larger of the males, the one that had been holding the woman, moved first. He hurled himself forward in a controlled rush, in an attempt to grapple the ranger. Mike flat handed one of his grasping arms away from him, opening a gap in the man's defenses and stepped inside. He slammed his right elbow into the man's solar plexus with a ferocity that staggered the man. The ranger then twisted quickly, grappling the man's other arm, even as his opponent was back pedaling from his first blow. He performed a wrist lock, and then kicked the man's left knee out from under him with a kick that wedged the man's heel into the pavement and hyper extended the knee with a sickening crunch of breaking bone. The man let out a pain-filled scream as he started downward as his leg gave way. Mike rotated the man's left arm, still locking the wrist and elbow and then with a swift efficient move, withdrew his right hand only to return it to the man's elbow with catastrophic affect. The arm twisted in an inhumane angle as it broke, tearing tendons, ligaments and dislocating the joint. In the time it had taken Mike to drop the first assailant, the second, mister fingers, had maneuvered himself into a better position to attack the security officer. A thick heavy fist slammed into the right side of Mike's jaw, staggering him. Light exploded behind Mike's eyes as the jackhammer like blow landed. Two more followed into his torso, before Mike managed to tuck his arms in to deflect the blows from more vulnerable areas of his body. The ranger gathered his wits as he shifted his body to allow his arms to take the punishment. Then he saw his opening. Fingers had decided to shift his blows upward back towards his face. The slight delay in the blows was all that Mike needed. He tucked himself downwards, dodging to the left to avoid the first blow. His right fist was already on the upswing, even as it was transforming itself into a knife hand strike. The outside edge of Mike's hand struck his assailant in the throat, causing the large Irlixian to stagger backwards grasping at his neck, choking. Mike hadn't done any serious damage, he had only struck the man hard enough to cause an impulse reaction that the Ranger could take advantage of. Rosenbauer stepped forward, catching the weak flailing swing of his opponent's right arm. With a twist and a rise, he had placed the Irlixian in a classic arm lock, bent in half as he levered his arm over. With the well-practiced maneuver, Mike threw his right leg over the Irlixians arm, catching it between his knees and then twisted hard to the left, snapping the already stressed arm like a twig. The Irlixian screamed in pain and fell forward, pitching face-first into the floor of the alleyway. Mike stepped back out of reach to watch the man attempt to rise. Rather than allow a potentially enraged and still dangerous opponent back on his feet, the ranger took two steps forward and with a kick landed against the outside edge of the Irlixian's knee, snapped it with ease. Now both of the assailants had been neutralized as they writhed on the ground in sheer agony. They were no longer a threat. The woman had risen to her feet during the fight and was staring at him, a look of fear and worry on her face. "Are you hurt?" he asked her. She stared at him. "Are you injured?" he asked again. She managed a shake of her head, but her eyes never left his face. "You're..." a pause. "...bleeding." she finally said, then raised her hand to her lip. Mike's hand rose of it's own accord, gently coming away from his sore lip slightly wet. "Oh no." he said as he pulled his fingers away to see blood, red blood, glistening there. Irlixian blood had a blue hue, a beryllium base, not the bright red of iron based blood. "I have a rare blood condition." he stated lamely. She looked at him for a moment and then nodded. "Well then we should get that tended to quickly." she said a bit more assured. "Come." Mike followed her out of the alley. Her pace was quick although Mike's longer legs allowed him to keep pace easily. They walked about three blocks and then she turned and headed up some steps that led up into the front door of some apartment building of some sort. It reminded him of an old historically preserved brownstone building he'd seen in Brooklyn once. Mike considered leaving, but something about her made him follow her up the stairs to the third floor. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Irlix- Khoda City- Third District Apartment Building - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer -Day 7- 1055) She stopped outside a door painted in a dark blue that bordered on almost appearing black. There she fished some keys out of a pocket and fumbled with them until she managed to get the door unlocked and open. With a click, she opened the door and gestured for him to enter behind her. Mike followed cautiously. Once he had passed she quickly closed the door and locked it from the inside by turning a small handle on the lock. Then she quickly walked up the short hallway past a primitive kitchen and towards a common living area. Mike followed. In the furnished living area, sat an old Irlixian woman. She sat in a wheelchair, facing a television that was displaying the news. A heavy blanket rested across her knees. She seemed to be dozing. "Mother." The younger woman said, "Mother wake up." The old woman stirred and her eyes fluttered open. "Ios." she said as she straightened her neck to a more comfortable position. "You're home late." Ios, apparently the young woman he had rescued nodded and replied, "Mother, there's a man here. He helped me." The older woman turned and looked at Mike and immediately her eyes lit up. Life seemed to return to her aging body almost at once. "He's...a human." She said, her voice clearly amazed. Ios simply nodded. "Yes, Mother he is." was her reply. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------