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Subject: Compile Aug 11-17, 2003 (pt 2)
(USS Dragonslayer - Admiral's Quarters - Admiral Robert LoDona - 1000) 

"Captain Remae Ktell."

Robert nodded at the first of the two to arrive, then looked to the door
as the second person he had invited came through. Admiral Jopek nodded
to him, then took a long look at the Captain. 

That was enough of that, already. 

Robert stood, "At ease. Have a seat, both of you." he said in his usual
bass voice. He turned to his aide, a Commander who stood off to the side
with several PADDs in hand, then looked back at the two he had ordered
on board. "For the record, Admiral Jopek, you are here because I am
temporarily assigning your crew to the Spectre for a long duration
mission. A Silver crew has already been ordered to Utopia to take over
daily operations, you will be left in command. They will be returned on
completion of my task."

(reply: Jopek, if desired)

Robert turned to the Captain, his face an unreadable mask. "You,
Captain, I have chosen because you know how to get into tight spots. And
out of them, although I would prefer you do so this time with the ship
under you intact." He took a PADD from the desktop without awaiting a
comment, and handed it to Remae. 

He sat back down after a few moments, and then said "Captain, have you
ever heard of a psychological theory named 'The Prisoners Dilemma?'"

The Captain appeared to search his memory for a moment, then shook his
head in the negative. Robert wasn't surprised, it wasn't a highly common
theory, although it had been around for many hundreds of years. 

"The Prisoners Dilemma," he started in a low voice, "Is based on basic
human nature. In prison, there is no trust, especially between inmates.
However, in many separate breakout attempts over the years, it became
obvious that one person alone would not be able to escape, that they
would require help. And in that help, they would have to work either
without trust, or they would have to learn to trust the other. If they
did not, if they failed to work together, then both would be recaptured
and both would fail in their task and remain incarcerated. Even more
important was that certain inmates would report the plans of another in
order to gain prestige for themselves, and easier living conditions
because of it, so the act of even asking for such help was often
dangerous." He tapped his fingers together, "Hence, the dilemma. To
find someone whom can be worked with, to work with them regardless of
trust, one that wouldn't turn you into the authorities, in order to
achieve a mutually desired goal. If either failed or pulled out, then
they both failed."

He took a breath as he looked at the Captain, "This is the situation we
are in now, Captain, if you can forgive the allusion of the Federation
being a common inmate. " He gestured to the PADD, "That is a fragment of
information we received from the Romulan Tal Shiar, some Intel on the
locations of some new forward bases for the Xenolithe, supposedly."

Robert leaned forward, "So here is the dilemma. Those forward locations
are deep in the Romulan Neutral Zone, in an area of space so touched by
Plasma and Ion storms that cloaking technology ceases to function. If
they try to fully investigate, they will be seen by Federation Sensor
emplacements. If we try finding and confirming these locations, on basis
of the information we received, then we too are found."

He leaned back again, "I don't have to tell you how strained relations
between the Federation and Romulan Star Empire is, at this moment. Such
a transgression into the Neutral zone by either side could cause a
shooting war."

Robert rubbed absently at his Borg Implants as he let that information
sink in. "On the other hand," the Admiral started again, "If the
Xenolithe are forming bases so deep past our mutual boarders, then that
presents another Clear and Present Danger, to both our peoples. And even
the Romulans see this, apparently they have had their own run-ins with
the Warrior race." 

As he continued to rub his implants, he said "So, of all people, the
Romulans have proposed a temporary alliance. At the coordinates
provided, they will send a ship to meet one of our own. Then, together,
those two vessels will scout the named area to prove the threat true, or
a lie."

Robert's lips curled, ever so slightly. "Of course, Starfleet is worried
that this could be an elaborate trap by the Tal Shiar, designed to get
us to send one of our ships so boldly into the Neutral Zone; thereby
giving the Romulans a reason to declare war on us, or at least a reason
to destroy one of our ships in a grand spectacle. Hence, the Prisoners
Dilemma, Captain. I don't trust the Romulans in the slightest, and vice
versa. But if this is legit, then we could have other serious problems
on our hands and it behooves us to check it out. The consequences to
both our peoples are dire." He paused, then continued on with "Your
orders are to meet an unknown Romulan vessel at those coordinates, and
scout this nasty region of space in the Neutral zone for any signs of
Xenolithe presence. All the while keeping an eye on the Romulans, and
eye that you can bet will be reciprocated."

His smile turned real enough, though it was cold. "If there *are*
Xenolithe in that area of space, then find out how they got there right
under our collective noses. Learn all you can about their strength,
positions, and anything else your sensors can perceive. Avoid military
contact if at all possible, I would rather *not* have a war on my
hands... Not with either race, we are far from ready."

He licked his lips, "Questions?"

(reply: Any)
(posted by Trout)

(USS Dragonslayer, Admiral's Quarters, Captain Remae Ktell - 10.30)

"Questions?", said the Squadron Commanding Officer.

Jopek shook his head and dismissed himself, luckily for the Vulcan, he
didn't have a mad-mission on his hands.

Remae paced for a moment; trying to work out the orders he'd just been
given, thousands of questions ran through his head, at one point, he'd
thought about screaming at the Admiral, throwing a handy pot-plant or
computer terminal in his general direction, and then, he had a second
thought and nearly threw the PADD he was holding back in the direction
of the Admiral.

Losing the original Spectre, despite the Admiral's little joke was the
hardest thing he'd ever gone through, even more than the court-martial
that followed, even though he was in limbo for over a year while the
Federation took their sweet time about it.

He regained control as the emotions of the past filtered through him,
whether or not the command staff in the room could tell what was going
on inside him, was anyone's guess.

"The Xenolithe eh, did you ever run into them, Admiral? Face-to-face?",
asked Remae, not really interested in an answer, he had, back in the
first attempts to established Sector 221-G and not forgetting the
incidents with Starbase 23 over the years, to say nothing of other
encounters.

"The deadliest, most brutal alien race ever, the Borg seem tame in
comparison, at least they work on their own rules, these things just
kill, whatever, is in their way. Not to mention the Romulans, I've no
idea what they will want, but trust me Admiral, if they've encountered
the Xenolithe; they are going to want all the help they can get."

Remae flashed an apologetic half smile at the Squadron CO, the only
Admiral he ever trusted, except for Jopek was the one who saved him on
Cardassia Prime, against orders. On that day, he'd been expecting
Starfleet to let him rot under the tender mercies of Gul Dulon, but one
man had saved him, perhaps there were others like him still inside
Starfleet.

Xenolithe in Federation Space, the thought of it scared the hell out of
the Captain. He took another look at Admiral LoDona and came to a full
attention, waiting to be dismissed.

(Reply from the SQNCO, if you want)

"If I call Admiral, if the worse happens, you'll be ready?", he said,
not asking a question but stating the fact they both knew, if the base
was there and they found it, the Spectre would be no match for it.

The Bajoran pulled down at his uniform, straightened his back and taking
into account the full horror of it all, the likely death sentence the
Admiral just ordered them on, he nodded and headed out the door, once
out in the corridor he took the nearest turbolift off the ship, he had a
mission and whether or not Starfleet had forgiven him for his past
wasn't the issue anymore, he had the Spectre and he had a mission, was
that enough?

(Reply from LoDona, Any)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)

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Freedom Squadron, a Star Trek email adventure
(USS Dragonslayer - Admiral's Quarters - Admiral Robert LoDona - 10.32)

"The Xenolithe eh, did you ever run into them, Admiral? Face-to-face?
The deadliest, most brutal alien race ever, the Borg seem tame in
comparison, at least they work on their own rules, these things just
kill, whatever, is in their way. Not to mention the Romulans, I've no
idea what they will want, but trust me Admiral, if they've encountered
the Xenolithe; they are going to want all the help they can get."

Robert folded his hands together, not answering the Captains rant while
he worked off some steam and thought. Robert had indeed run into the
Xenolithe, and they were every bit as nasty as he made them sound. 

The Captain flashed a smile at him, then came to attention. 

"Unless there is anything else Captain?"

Ktell did indeed have something else to say. "If I call Admiral, if the
worse happens, you'll be ready?"

Robert stood, and grabbed the Bajoran's shoulder for a brief moment. "If
you call, make sure you are serious, then run quickly for the Federation
side of the boarder." He gave the barest hint of a smile, "Starfleet has
two fleets within 6 hours travel of that point in the Neutral Zone," he
let his hand drop and the smile fade, "And I don't envy whoever gets
caught in the middle." 

The Admiral stuck his arms behind his back, "God-speed, Captain.
Dismissed."

(reply, if desired)
(posted by Trout)

(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.00)

Remae walked onto the Bridge of the USS Spectre and didn't waste
anytime.

"Recall the entire crew, we depart in one hour. Mr Gort, in my Ready
Room.", he said striding at full speed into his room

(USS Spectre, Ready Room, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.05)

The Bajoran noticed the Ferengi was right behind him as they entered the
Ready Room.

"Lt Gort, I want you to pull all Tactical and Sensor information from
the Romulan Neutral Zone boarder outposts, I want a complete analysis of
everything that is going on right now, as soon as possible please."

(Reply from Gort)

"Lt, one other thing, you're not to discuss this assignment with anyone,
until I say otherwise, understood? Carry on.", he said, tapping his
commbadge once more.

"Kahila, can you and Pierce come to my Ready Room.", he said, sitting
down on the deteriorating couch.

(Reply from the FO and 2O)

It wasn't long before they both appeared.

"I want to advise you both on our new orders and mission but for reasons
of security I can't tell the others of the exact nature of our mission
but suffice to say, its going to be a rough one."

Remae thought about how much to tell, he couldn't risk saying too much
but he had to say enough.

"Our orders are to enter the Romulan Neutral Zone and meet up with an
unknown Warbird to investigate a potential threat to the Federation.",
he said simply before adding, "We've been authorised to enter the Zone
so the Treaty of Algerion doesn't apply, at least, well, the Federation
pursued Cloaking Technology, so, I can't say if it does even apply
anymore."

"Once we've made our rendezvous, together, were going to investigate a
region of space that is full of ion storms and pulsars and who knows
what else? Enough problems that means only a personal inspection will
do.", he said, ending the bulk of the orders.

"Any questions?", he said, waiting to see the thought processes of his
First and Second Officers.

(Reply from the FO and 2O)

"We depart at 1200 hours, Pierce, I want us loaded for bear, on top of
our usual weapons load I want 2 tri-cobalt devices loaded, you have 45
mins to find a pair, phaser rifles and hand phasers will be distributed
all crew upon arrival at the Neutral Zone."

(Reply from Pierce)

"Dismissed.", he said to the Second Officer, indicating that the First
Officer should stay a moment longer.

"Kahila, one way or another, this feels like a trap, either by the
Romulans, or something else, I can't say. However, utilising the
Subspace Tunnel Network, getting to the Neutral Zone Border won't take
long, perhaps a day, depending on conditions."

He looked up at her once more.

"Do you have any recommendations about the crew or anything else?"

(Reply from Kahila)

"Thank you, dismissed.", said Captain Remae.

(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.59)

Remae strolled out onto the Bridge once more and sat down in command, as
he did, he said.

"All departments, prepare for departure.", as he looked on his status
board, lights indicating each departments readiness blinked on,
Engineering, Science, Medical, Environmental, Shuttlebay and the list
went on but quickly enough, everyone was ready.

"Helm, detach us and take us out then come to a full stop.", he said,
everyone seemingly confused about his orders but having done the
following many times, and remembering the effect it had on him, it had
become traditional for the Spectre.

When the ship had stopped, he ordered the ship around so that it was
facing Valhalla.

"Engage the cloak.", he ordered and instantly, Lt Gort complied.

The ship went silent as all emissions were dampened and filtered, the
Bridge itself was on a lower light level and before a few seconds had
passed, the silence, usually unheard thanks to the constant noise of the
warp engines, was defending.

"Thrusters ahead Helm.", he ordered and the Spectre moved forward, on an
apparent collision course with Starbase Valhalla, just before it looked
like they were going to crash, the ship passed through the base, like a
ghost. As it did so, the decks of the base was shown to them, the
insides of the base, quarters, bulkheads, mess halls and even the
insides of a shuttle craft were apparent, but soon, the ship emerged
from the other side.

". and that, is what a Phase Cloak is all about.", said Remae,
demonstrating the amazing power of their single biggest weapon on the
Spectre.

"Decloak the ship and lay in a course to the nearest entryway to the
Subspace Rivers. Engage."

A few minutes later, the Spectre was heading at unbelievable speeds
towards the Neutral Zone.

(Reply from ALL)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)
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(USS Spectre - Bridge - CONN - Lt Anthony Wilson - 11.00)
Anthony sat at the helm; it was after all the only place he could really go. However he had to admit it was the place he felt the most comfortable. Anthony twisted his neck as he herd the captain storm on to the bridge. 

"Recall the entire crew, we depart in one hour. Mr Gort, in my Ready
Room.", The captain had stated this with out even breaking his stride. 
~Must be important~ Anthony thought to himself. 

(USS Spectre - Bridge - CONN - Lt Anthony Wilson - 11.59)

"Helm, detach us and take us out then come to a full stop.” Anthony raised a eyebrow from the helm it was a bizarre order to be given but however he had learnt quickly never to question any co. they tended to have their own thoughts and ideas on things. Tapping on the helm the ship span around and faced the Starbase. Anthony raised a eyebrow.

"Engage the cloak.” The Captain ordered at this point Anthony was becoming quite concerned a cloak would not do much against a hull of a ship. 

"Thrusters ahead Helm.” Anthony was about to interject when he suddenly stopped himself and complied with the order. As the thrusters pushed the ship forwards Anthony closed his eyes and waited for a crash that never came. As the ship emerged on the other side Anthony herd the Captain’s voice once more. 

". And that, is what a Phase Cloak is all about.” 

"Decloak the ship and lay in a course to the nearest entryway to the Subspace Rivers. Engage." Anthony responded with out saying a word any ship that can pass though solid matter should do fine in the neutral zone alone. 

As the Ship began on its course Anthony span around on his chair to face the captain. 
“Sir, im I to stop when we reach the neutral zone,” 
(Reply Remae) 
“Of course sir,” Anthony knew there was proberly a reason for the short response. 
(Reply Remae, any)
(Posted By Richard Bowes) 
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(USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 1101)

Footsteps.

Gort didn't need to look up in order to know that it was the Captain who'd
just joined them on the bridge, and as though to confirm that fact the
Bajoran spoke almost immediately after stepping out of the turbolift:

"Recall the entire crew, we depart in one hour. Mr Gort, in my Ready Room."

(USS Spectre, Ready Room - OPS Lt Gort - 1106)

The Ferengi was hot on the heels of his captain as the tall Bajoran entered
his private sanctum and - still not wasting any time - announced:

"Lt Gort, I want you to pull all Tactial and Sensor information from the
Romulan Neutral Zone border outposts. I want a complete analysis of
everything that is going on right now, as soon as possible please."

Gort nodded once. "Understood, sir."

"Lt, one other thing, you're not to discuss this assignment with anyone,
until I say otherwise, understood? Carry on."

Nodding again, Gort turned sharply on his heels and set about his task.

(USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 1120)

"This is Lieutenant Gort of the Starship Spectre. We require the latest
sensor data from your outpost."

=/\=Your clearance?=/\=

Gort sighed as he input a personal security clearance code through on a
subchannel. He'd had this discussion with four base Commanders within the
last ten minutes alone. All of them had asked for his security clearance -
as was proper - with an undisguised air of disbelief at a Ferengi wearing
the uniform of a Starfleet officer.

Still, as the data began flooding back on the same subchannel Gort
acknowledged the flow with a smile and began adding it to the picture he
would eventually present to his commanding officer.

The Ferengi smiled as he looked down the list of border outposts and saw
that the next four were unmanned relays.

(Reply from any)
(Posted by Michael Drake)


(USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:05)

Hank sipped at the jumja tea as he looked over the monitor on his desk and altered things here and there upon the plans. Back and forth between screens he moved to check on the notes he'd been making and the information on primitive systems of propulsion before going back to the plans once more. His sea-blue eyes moved over the lines and curves of the blue print with an almost intimate fondness as his fingertips moved along to trace power relays that would be coming out and he started to plot the attachment areas for cords. 

He froze as something came over the com system and held his breath for a moment before realizing that it was just a general recall. Letting out the breath in a long sigh of relief he glared at the plans before him. ~This is foolish and will get me nothing but trouble,~ he thought bitterly before closing down the planning system, however he saved the work he'd already done on it. 

Standing up he stretched tiredly. The soaking had eased the pains within him somewhat, but still a dull ache nagged at his joints. Placing the tea cup in the replicator he recycled it before walking for the door.

"Computer, log Ens Hank Longfellow as on-duty," he stated before moving out into the hallway.

(USS Spectre, Main Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:30)

Hank rolled up the sleeves of his uniform as he did a remote visual inspection of the primary Impulse systems. "Word has it we're back out of here within a half hour," Hank said as he paused and turned around from the Officer's Duty Station and looked behind him to the engineering crew present. "If it doesn't work it needs to by then," Hank added before turning back around to the display on the desk for a moment and calling something up. "Duty Roster as follows for those that are here," he said before going down through the list of engineers and matching each name to a task. He'd already done this earlier, but more crew had come back.

The engineer shook his head with a frown as he finished. He hated giving orders. It simply wasn't in his nature, but doing as he was ordered was. Checking his engineering kit he moved for the doors to Main Engineering. "You take the desk," he told one of the other ensigns as he walked out. 

(USS Spectre, Cloaking Device Engineering Section, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:40)

With a grim look of determination Longfellow stalked into the section and paused as he looked around then slowly stepped up to what appeared to be the core area of the Cloaking Device. His cold eyes traced over the thing before him without any emotion before he moved past those in the room checking over the system. Silently he moved to a point away from the others and out of earshot before he leaned closer to the device. "I've read some of what you do and how to maintain you," he whispered softly and calmly. "And I will do my best to keep you up to par, but if you give me a hint of trouble," he continued as he let his eyes move over the system. "Then I will personally redesign and refit you into a mess hall heating unit for cheeses and fudge," he whispered with the same calmness even as he crossed his arms. "Computer, begin a level three diagnostic on the Cloaking Device," Hank stated loudly before turning and moving to a workstation in the room. Pausing he ran the workstation through a quick level 4 diagnostic before continuing the higher level one on the cloaking system.

=^= Engineering to Longfellow, =^= said a voice over Hank's badge. Reaching up with one hand he tapped the combadge as he continued the verification process with the other hand.

=^= Longfellow here, report, =^= he said almost absently. 

=^= Er… we just moved the devices aboard for Lt. Orde, =^= the crewman said hesitantly.

=^= Acknowledged, =^= Hank said with a slight frown. =^=Exactly which devices are now aboard, =^= he asked patiently.

=^= Um..er.. I'd really rather not say over the combadge, =^= the crewman said. Shaking his head Hank quickly finished up the diagnostic.

=^= Acknowledged, I'll oversee their..., =^= he started to say then paused. He didn't even know what it was. =^= Er that they were properly unloaded as soon as I can, =^= Hank stated with a frown of worry at the nervousness in the crewman's voice.

(USS Spectre, Main Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:52)

Hank ran through the open doors into Main Engineering and checked the board with a frown. 

=^= Longfellow to all Engineering Crew aboard the Spectre, =^= he stated firmly as he went down the list again and checked on the names and proposed times until things would be done. Whatever Lt. Orde had brought onboard would have to wait to be checked over by the Engineering team on the way because as usual Hank was running behind. =^=Wrap up what you are doing within six minutes and report ASAP to duty stations, =^= he said before tapping his badge once more. 

"The new weapons systems and drive have been checked over again correct," he asked of the ensign manning the Duty Officer's station as he relieved him.

"Both have been given level threes today, but you had us run them through level ones last night," the crewman said with a shrug. 

"The first time these system let us down might be the last time these system let us down," Hank said absently as he looked over the monitor on the desk at the reports coming in and transferred what information he could on power needs and surpluses to Ops. "Computer, run a simulation on all weapons systems to check and verify that they will work with the shields currently used for the ship in normal configuration," he said before looking over the status of the warp core. "Computer, run a secondary simulation on the power requirements of same and ratios of draw upon the warp core and other systems," he said with a glance to the other engineer. "Go see to it that the rest of the department checks in from the main board," he stated with a slight frown, "we have less then two minutes." As the man walked away, Hank looked over the data offered by the computer and transferred the information to Ops and Tactical. 

=^= All departments, prepare for departure, =^= came a voice over the general communications system. Hank shook his head with a sigh as he checked the warp core and started to increase the mixture rate in preparation for departure.

=^= Engineering is go, =^= he stated over his combadge to Ops. Jumping up he jogged over to the main display board and checked over the list along with the other ensign. The Engineering Department was within parameters for general operation, but Hank wanted just a bit more then that. 

A small beeping alerted Hank that the ship was detaching and he called up the systems readouts to confirm that the umbilical had released properly and that the alteration in EPS flow hadn't effected any of the systems. "Computer, Engineering confirms proper disengagement of docking area," he stated before moving back to sit at the Duty Officer's station. "Prepping for higher levels of impulse power on my…," Hank started to say then paused as the call didn't come down.

"We're at stop," someone said and Hank shook his head with a frown. 

"All systems up and normal," he muttered softly then noted that the cloak was being engaged. Frowning as he did so, Hank checked the EPS and output of the device even as the ship fell silent around him. Longfellow and a few of the others in engineering shook their heads as their ears seemed to ring for a moment at the almost total lack of sound. 

Glancing to the board, Hank watched as the thrusters were kicked in and the ship started to move once more. "I hope we're not doing this often," he muttered to himself as he wiggled a finger in his ear and moved his jaw to try and get rid of the odd feeling of it.

Someone yelped as something moved through one of the walls and Hank almost hit his badge to alert security only to stop as he recognized the outside of the Starbase and then the inside as the two areas moved seemingly through each other since they were out of phase. Shaking his head with a frown Hank sat down and closed his eyes as he simply waited for the sound to come back. ~I hope no one in the crew quarters is taking a shower or using the facilities on either this ship or the base,~ he thought to himself with a sigh as he simply sat quietly for it to be over.

"I really hope we aren't doing that often," Hank grumbled as the sound rushed back and the ship started to move on a new course. Opening his eyes the engineer stood up on wobbly legs and moved off to one of the side rest rooms. Pausing inside he rested his hands on the edge of the sink and leaned heavily upon his arms with an almost tiredness about him. Leaning over the sink a bit more he gave a dry heave before gasping in a breath. Once more he was thankful he never ate anything then he ran the cold water for a moment to wash his face before stepping back out.

(reply any )
(Posted by Mark)

(USS Spectre: Bridge - Pierce Orde - 1106) 
=/\=Kahila, can you and Pierce come to my Ready Room.=/\= 
Pierce tapped his quick summons for a replacement and headed for the ready room door. ~This is going to be interesting,~ he sent over to Kahlia. 
(USS Spectre: Ready Room - Pierce Orde - 1106) 
Orde slipped in through the doors in Kahlia's wake to stand beside her and listen, his posture curious. 
"I want to advise you both on our new orders and mission but for reasons of security I can't tell the others of the exact nature of our mission but suffice to say, its going to be a rough one." 
~That is something I did not want to hear,~ he thought ruefully. 
Remae paused, apparently trying to phrase what he would say next. "Our orders are to enter the Romulan Neutral Zone and meet up with an unknown Warbird to investigate a potential threat to the Federation. We've been authorised to enter the Zone so the Treaty of Algerion doesn't apply, at least, well, the Federation pursued Cloaking Technology, so, I can't say if it does even apply anymore." 
~Damn. This just keeps getting better and better.~ 
"Once we've made our rendezvous, together, were going to investigate a region of space that is full of ion storms and pulsars and who knows what else? Enough problems that means only a personal inspection will do. Any questions?" 
Pierce cleared his throat. ~There's something he's not telling us,~ he sent over to Kahlia. ~Something that I very do much believe we need to know.~ 
(Reply Kahlia) 
"We depart at 1200 hours, Pierce, I want us loaded for bear, on top of our usual weapons load I want 2 tri-cobalt devices loaded, you have 45 mins to find a pair, phaser rifles and hand phasers will be distributed
all crew upon arrival at the Neutral Zone." 
~Forty-five minutes to strip tricobalts from somewhere else? Joy... Where does he want them, the cargo bay?~ 
"Aye, sir. If I may, sir, the flux cannon will be ready for testing in two hours. I'd like to have another ace or two up our sleeves if... we should need it," Pierce replied. 
(Reply Remae) 
"Dismissed." 
"Aye, sir," Pierce replied crisply before turning and leaving the ready room. ~Now, from where can I steal two tricobalts, and where can I put 'em?~ 
(USS Spectre: Bridge - Pierce Orde - 1110) 
Pierce strode across the bridge to lean down next to the Ferengi OPS officer. "Mr. Gort, see if you can acquire a couple tricobalt devices. From where, I dinna care. I need them in fifteen minutes or less." 
(Reply Gort) 
(Reply Remae, Kahlia, Gort, any) 
(Posted by Lenox) 
-Lenox - Lord of Hyphens
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