A Walk In The Park

[Darkhelm]

((OOC: Ummm, not to offend but do you think you could stick to one color in your posts...the changing colors screws with my eyesight...or maybe thats just the 13 hours on shift.....good post though!))

<<Celtron V>>
<Clearning, 1310, Day 1>

Amanda had enough of being cooped up on the ship. When the call came in for some investigating down on the planet, she was more then ready for some action. Adam (NPC) her nurse had decided that he would accompany her, not that Amanda minded. The shuttle settled down on the clearing next to the runabout that Kersare and Lyly had taken down.

"Glad to see that you could join us," Isabel said.

"I was getting bored relaxing," Amanda smiled. "Plus with the way away teams go around here you'll end up hurting yourselves some way or some how."

"All the merrier," Adam smiled. "Besides I thought this might give me a chance to talk to Jason, he's been very workaloholic lately...its getting annoying."

"Speaking of which I wonder how they are coming along?"

As if to display her point the another shuttle arced through the air, heading toward where the other two were parked.

"Wow, did we zone this place properly?"

The shuttle settled down, the hatch openning up. Zero (NPC) was the first to step out followed by Soren and Abubkar but no Jason.

OFF: Tag all!

[Thundera]

ON:<<USS Malinche>>
<Personal Quarters, Day 1, 1320>

Cheetara stepped out of her regeneration chamber as T'serra explained what had happened. As she listened she put he uniform back on completely.

"That's highly strange. I don't have any idea of what could have caused it either unless somehow the polarization of the room went unstable" Cheetara answered as T'serra finished. "I'll go down and check it out. I'm also gonna contact engineering and have someone meet me there to check things out as well just in case."

Cheetara got quiet as T'serra began to speak up again asking about the limited shoreleave.

"I really don't have any plans. I haven't thought about it at all actually. Why? Do you have an idea?", Cheetara asked.

Before T'serra could answer, Cheetara received a message. She walked over to her desk and checked it out.

"Well, it appears that the Captain is requesting that I come to the planet for something. I guess I will have to go. But I will send someone over to check out what heppened in your office." Cheetara said basically answering her own question from before.

T'serra said her thank you and see you later and walked out of the room. Cheetara then went on to contact one of her staff to check out the problem in the couselor's office, along with 2 others to meet her in shuttlebay 1. While on her way, she contacted Lieutenant Breland and asked for her to meet with Ensign Morris at the counselor's office.

<Shuttlebay 1340>

Cheetara arrived and saw that Ensign Weaver and Petty Officer Brewer had already arrived to go with her to the planet surface.

"Alright listen up. The Captain has requested us to come down to investigate something. I have no idea of what until we arrive. So let's move out." she ordered

They all bordered Cheetara's trusted vessel and headed down to the surface after clearing departure protocal. A little while later, the arrived onto the planet surface.

<Planet Surface, 1400>

They all exited the runabout and went to meet the Captain. After locating her location, they all went their.

"Greetings Captain", Cheetara said coming up behind her. "We have arrived. So what is it that you need?"

OFF: Tag

[Shandris]

Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias

Karsel`lyn looked at the chrono on her rifle's power display, and turned to Kersare, "Sorry, Captain. I promised Two a lift down here, and I'm almost late. Looks like you've got plenty of folk to watch over you for now."

Lyn didn't particularly like the idea of leaving Kersare's side, as she'd grown rather fond of the comely Captain. Isabel was...... very much like her, in some ways. They'd both experienced heartbreaking losses to the Borg, and both were single, attractive women.

She strode over to her runabout, and after humming the three bars, the hatch opened and Lyn hopped inside.

[Shuttlebay, USS Malinche, Day 1, 1340 Hours]

Right on time, the Modified Danube-class runabout Dove's Cry settled down onto the thick deck plating in the Malinche's main shuttlebay. A brief few moment's later, Karsel`lyn's head poked out the main hatch, after it opened with a hiss.

Spying Rebekah, a grin split her beautiful green face, "Two! Sorry I was almost late. Got caught up dirtside. Gave the Captain a lift out to some remote location. I figured I'd come get you, take you down there, and you can give us a hand, then we can get some R and R?"

She enthusiastically waved the ex-borg towards the runabout, "Let's go!"

Her head disappeared back into the runabout, and the engines could be heard whining, as they powered up, waiting for Two to come aboard and strap in.

OFF: <<Tag Two!>>

[Darkhelm]

<<Planet Surface, 1400>>

Something caught Amanda's attention as it drifted through the wind. It was a dronning sound, like the sound of some sort of hover vehicle or something. But, as her eyes scanned the horizon she could see no sign of anything approaching....

Something moving to the left caught her eye. It was moving through the air at a pretty good speed, seeming to zig zag back and forth and creating a pattern that was leading whatever it was right toward Amanda and the rest of the landing party. There was something not right about it. Amanda caustiosly took her phaser out of its holster and thumbed it from stun to setting one, more for something metallic and flying.

The object was getting closer and judging by the voices behind her no one else had noticed it yet...and now it was picking up speed. And there was no mistaking that it was heading there way...

"Everyone down now!"

As the words left her mouth and as everyone complied, although some what surprised, a beam of energy lanced from the flying object and cut through the air were they had all been standing up before. The object came in low and started to swoop away before two phaser blasts sent it crashing to the ground.

Amanda stood up, her phaser still trained on the object, Cheetara had her phaser out as well; her shot was the second that combined with Amanda's to knock whatever it was from the sky.

"Remarkable reflexes," Cheetara noted.

"I guess we should thank you," Kersare responded, getting up off the ground. "Our heads would have missed our bodies dearly."

"Marine instinct," Amanda replied. "But what is it?"

OFF:

[Thundera]

ON:<<Planet Surface>>
<Day 1, 1405>

Cheetara stopped kneeling and stood up now that the object had been shot down.

"Thank you Darkhelm. You as well" Cheetara responded to her curtiousness. "So Captain, how about a brief synapsis of what is going on around here? It was hard enough getting through some of the windy currents for our landing, and now this."

{tag}

"I see", Cheetara replied. "Brewer, come with me. Let's go check out that object. Would you like to come along as well Commander? I may need some of those training skills along"

{tag}

OFF; tag all -- I always seem to come along right when there's some action starting....what's up with that? LOL

[Harrison]

Two got onto the shuttle after Lyn. She was wishing she had time to get into her regen chamber for some time before she left to go camping. She was going to be a mess when she got back to the Mali.

She had a roommate. Like with the other three, Lyn was going to be interesting. She figured that she would learn something from Lyn. She had learned a lot from her original three roommates. They would never know what it was.

She sat in the chair that Lyn had indicated. She leaned her head back as if she was having a nap and closed her eyes. Two had never been camping in her life, well that she could remember anyway.

Just wait until they go to the campsite. She had a pup tent, but she didn't understand why a pup needed a tent that big. Puppies for the most part were small and wiggly. She was definately not small or wiggly.

OFF

[Langley]

<1400 Intelligence office>>

"Sir, What in hells bells is going on, im meant to be on vacation till the end of the week.I nstead i find myself being dragged into a situation I had to play by ear!" She tossed her bag into the corner. "I've found out that the Malinche is here to negatiate the opening of the wormhole. I also know that the So'Kra arent that happy the wormholes beinng opened at all, but most are saying that it must be Kalins will." she paused for a breath.

Mark stood silently for a minute. "Impressive", said him finally, "You have aboard the Malinche for about five minutes and is already complaining". His tone was mocking serious. "For your information, Warrant Officer Langley, coming to Celtron was never a vacation for you."

He got up from his chair. His voice was cold as ice. "The situation is volite at best. I don't need to know what the people down there thinks about the situation. I already know that. I didn't ask for an assistant, so you better get in line if you want to have a future aboard this ship."

Mark waited to see Langley's reaction.

Sam thought about how to respond, not finding a nice way, she merely responded in a tone similer to his. "As you no doubt know, I've been in the field since I completed training. I may not be infiltration, but I'm needed to decipher crap, then to cipher it so they" Sam pointed to an unknown point outside the ship. "Don't know that we know what we do. I've saved countless lives, and I've seen many people give their life so that I could live. And you say me not coming here was a vacation from that?"

Sam took a breath. "I've not met you more than 5 minutes, and read your record, and I've already dislike you. In the world I live in, Respect isn't given, Its goddamned Earned!"

Unexpectedly, Mark smiled openly. "Good, you do have some spine, afterall, Langley. You passed my test." He walked and sat again on his chair. "Just to clarify some points: I don't need you to like me, Warrant Officer. I need you to do your job. Second, I don't care what world you live in. I'm your superior officer and you'll follow my orders. I saw and did more things than you read in my file. I'm much more than my file, as you, I'm sure, is. So, don't come in here with this 'I'm-a righteous-one' speech. You're Intel. We're not righteous. We're efficient. That's all I require from you. Got that?"

He pointed to his console. "I hope you're ready for some Intelligence recon. We have some things to investigate."

Sam Muttered something under her breath and sat in front of the terminal.

Mark shook his head. She didn't react exactly as he predicted, but, she looked ready to tear his head off with her teeth. He kept his face expressionless. "Warrant Officer, we lost contact with Lt. Barrett and his team. We're going down to check their whereabouts and reconn the area. I have a hunch that there's another player in this little game here in Celtron."

Sam sat quiet for a minute as news flooded acoss her screen. She needed to get on top of things quickly. She tapped the screen and a news story expanded across the terminal. "What do we know of these flying things?"

"Right now? Nothing, except it flies and looks like some kind of probe", replied Mark. "My assumption is that another race is influencing the situation here. I want to have sure about it, that's why I want to go down and do some reconn".

"I would say our primary goal would be to capture one of these," she chuckled. "UFO's, if we were to do that, we would achieve both knowing if they are hostile, and also the possibility of who made them. I would also suggest trying to find out the religions' more fanatical side. It is possible that it is one of them." Sam went back to scanning the incoming news feeds.

Mark thought about it. "If you want to waste your time hunting Probes, feel free to go. Our primary goal it's to see where there's the most sighting reports and verify the area. We will find something there, I'm sure."

Sam spun in her swivel chair, a big grin on her face, If i were a gambling woman, id say you just layed down a challenge."

Mark's eyes narrowed. "Do you really think I would waste my time and yours with a bet? You disappoint me, Warrant officer". Seeing Langley's expression, Mark added, "I never bet to lose, Langley." He smiled thinly.

Sam stood up. "I need to get back topside, If not, some people are going to wonder where ive gone. Ill report in at 1800 and again at 0600, are you coming down?"

"About your plan, agreed. About your question, yes, I'm going to check this area", he pointed console. "This grid is reported to have the most number of sightings. I'm going to reconn the area. Depending of what I find, I'll head out to the last known position of Lt. Barret's team and verify his status."

He added, "by the way, Langley, watch your back".

"When you get one, scan it and log the time, Winner gets free drinks in the bar. Ill be around this area." She pointed to the screen. Grabbing her coat and kit, she ran out the room.

<<off>

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Lieutenant J.G. Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Aka "Intelligent Man"

[Kersare]

<<Celtron V, Forest Outskirts, 1407, Day 1>>

"Thank you Darkhelm. You as well," Cheetara responded to her curtiousness. "So Captain, how about a brief synopsis of what is going on around here? It was hard enough getting through some of the windy currents for our landing, and now this."

Isabel walked over to Cheetara, her eyes actively scanning for any more of the objects, "Well Lieutenant, the Celtronian High Council has received some reports of trouble in this general area. Some kind of flying metal objects, apparently, which a few of the locals have taken to calling 'reavers'."

"And we're here to investigate them?" Alex spoke up.

"Yes. Some are wondering if these reavers are a response to the agreement reached between the To'Ma and So'Kra. Thus far though, nobody's been injured," Isabel said.

"Not for lack of trying, this time at least," Amanda commented, nodding in the direction of the newly fallen reaver.

Isabel nodded, "They seem to have taken the next step. The questions are, who are 'they', what exactly are these 'reavers', and why are they doing this..." Looking around, she noticed Jason's absense, "Where is Lieutenant Barrett?"

Soren stepped forward, "We're not exactly sure, Captain. We were checking on those radiation surges when we were attacked. The last we saw of him, Jason was sliding down a ridge."

"I circled the area, but wasn't able to find him," Jaran added.

This was not good. Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Kersare to Grayson."

"Grayson here, what can I do for you Captain?"

"It appears that Lieutenant Bar-," Isabel began.

Before she could finish her sentence, Mark broke in, "Barrett has disappeared. I'm aware of the situation; it's being handled."

"Handled how?" Isabel knew Mark was in Intel, and at times only gave information on a need-to-know basis, but she'd feel better with some more information.

"I'll bring him back. I have everything under control, Captain," came Mark's reply.

She nodded, "Very well, keep me appraised of the situation, and good luck." Isabel took a few moments to collect her thoughts. She tapped her comm badge again, "Kersare to Hunt."

"Hunt here. What do you need Captain?"

"Are you still on the Malinche?" Isabel was hoping he'd be on Celtron already, but somehow doubted it...not after the various things going on there.

"Yes. I was monitoring the situation with Lieutenant Barrett. Do you need me to come down?"

Isabel responded, "Absolutely. Bring Ensign Navdante as well. I'll send Lieutenant Abubakar to get you, then the three of you can look around in some of the more populated areas to see if you hear any rumors, or if there've been any more sightings. Also, where is Ensign Harrison?"

"Understood Captain. As for Ensign Harrison, she's with Ms. Lylyl-Llytherraias, en route to Celtron V," Mason said.

"Thank you Commander. Let me know if you find anything. Kersare out." Hopefully T'serra and Mason would be able to find out more... Rumors had a tendency to get mixed up as they were passed from one person to another, but they could still be helpful. She watched as Jaran started heading back over to the shuttle, getting ready to head back to the Malinche.

Isabel tapped her comm badge a final time, "Kersare to Harrison."

"Yes Captain? Harrison here."

"You're with Ms. Llytherraias?"

Rebekah replied, "Yes, we are coming down to Celtron V to go camping."

"I'm afraid there's going to need to be a change in plans. I need the two of you to talk with some of the pilots here on Celtron V and see if they've seen any of these 'reavers'. Also, some passes over the area to see if there's anything out of the ordinary may be in order. I'll have the information regarding the reavers sent to you," Isabel informed them.

"We'll get started on it right away, Captain," came Lyn's voice right before the channel closed.

Isabel looked around at the small group around her. "Alright, let's get a closer look at that reaver, assuming it hasn't been destroyed. Then we'll go from there - either take a better look at it, or keep looking for another one." Her gaze went around the group, then settled back on Cheetara. "This is where we are, Lieutenant."

"I see", Cheetara replied. "Brewer, come with me. Let's go check out that object. Would you like to come along as well Commander? I may need some of those training skills along."

Isabel nodded in agreeance, "You three take point, the rest of us will follow."

OFF: Tag crew! And I'll be sending out an e-mail.

[Harrison]

ON

<<Celtron V, 80 km North of Other Away Team, 1410, Day 1>>

Karsel'lyn looked over to Two. "Do you know how to fly a Danube class runabout?"

"I am but I have not flown one in some time," Two told her.

Lyn nodded with a small smile. "Okay, transferring controls to your station. If I were you, I'd stay with that seat, as the primary pilot's seat flies the craft like a fighter. Stick and all. No fancy LCARS panels like most shuttles and runabouts."

Lyn touched her combadge, "Lylyl-Llytherraias to Malianche. One to beam up, please."

Two nodded as the controls were transferred. It took her a few minutes until she quickly remembered how to fly the runabout. She had read very quickly the word about the "reavers" so she had an idea about what to look for.

Lyn disappeared in a haze of light, smiling at Two. "Take care of my ship, please."

What else could she do? She would take care of the ship as if it was hers, she hoped. It would take her time to get back up to her top form.

Several minutes later, the shuttle's comm beeped, then opened without Two having a chance to accept or deny the communication, "Two, it's Karsel`lyn. I'm coming up on your seven."

"Roger that, Lyn," Two responded.

Lyn appeared next to the modified runabout in a Valkyrie-class fighter, a back-seat weapons specialist seen seated behind Karsel`lyn, whose face was visible even with a flight helmet on. She flashed a grin at Two, and flipped her a thumbs-up.

Two shook her head. What did Lyn mean with that sign? She pointed to the left, meaning that she would go that way.

Lyn replied, over the comm, "Ten Four, Two. I'll head North, you look South. There's a town North Northwest, and let's meet there in three-zero minutes, and look about, see what we can figure out from the locals?"

"I'll see you there. Two out," Two told her.

Lyn banked the fighter into a twenty-degree turn, keying the internal comm, "Francy, keep an eye on sensors, and keep the sensors looking down. I'll fly and monitor comms."

Two went south as instructed. She took a note of the time so that she would not be late to the meeting.

Francine Le Duc, her back seater replied by clicking the comm twice, and Lyn dropped the fighter down to only five meters above the forest canopy, "I hope Two takes good care of my ship. I can't afford to fix or replace her right now."

Francine replied with a laugh, "You're obsessed with that thing, Lyn."

Two was scanning everything. She had programmed the computer to recognize a "reaver" when one was seen. She literally flew for 30 minutes before she turned around and headed for the meeting point.

Not long after Two turned to head to the town they had planned to meet at, Karsel`lyn's quiet flight was suddenly interrupted by Francine's frantic call, "Lyn! I got something at Zero-Two-Two. Metallic, and moving at about 250 kilometers per hour!"

Lyn banked the fighter gently, "Distance?"

"We're right on top of it! Something's powering up on the thing! EVASIVE ACTION!" Francine screamed into the internal comm.

Lyn punched the fighter to maximum-rated atmospheric thrust and banked hard left, tapping the external comm with the side of her right boot, "Two! I've got one! But it's not friendly!"

"Which way?" Two asked, turning around to try and fly the direction that she thought that Lyn would be coming in.

"At my position," she replied quickly, the fighter bucking slightly as the 'reaver' fired upon the fighter. "Dragon Lead to Malinche, sighting at my location. Shots fired, repeat, I am under attack. Engaging now."

Two asked the computer to locate any ships from the Mali. She was not up to fighting now, but she would if she had to.

"Hold on Francy!" Lyn cried as she yanked the fighter's stick back hard, slamming both of the ethereal rudder pedals down hard, flipping the fighter over in a loop, bringing the fighter over and her weapons bearing down on the probe. Several pulses licked out at the probe, glancing off the thing's metal plating twice before destroying it utterly.

Francine yelled into the comm, "I'm reading another one, coming up hot! Bank hard!"

Lyn sighed, trying to bring the fighter out of the dive from their impromptu loop, but they were unable to avoid the trees entirely, shearing some of them off at the the top. Suddenly, the fighter jerked hard as an explosion run in Lyn's ears, and she lost all control of the fighter.

The craft tumbled hard into the forest, the automatic capsule ejection system unable to activate as its systems had been damaged in the suicide attack by the 'reaver'.

One moment, Two could see the blimp that represented Lyn's ship but then it disappeared. This was not a good sign.

"Dragon Lead, are you there?" Two asked.

Lyn's personal communicator, still registering as the fighter's designation, suddenly perked up with Rebekah's voice. Lyn groaned, "Somewhat, Rebekah. We're beat up over here. I got the Reaver we saw, but another one came out of nowhere and kamikaze'd us. Let me check on my gunner, and I'll get back to you."

"Roger that. Two out."

Lyn slowly, painfully, extracted herself from the shattered cockpit, and turned around, shrieking in agony as the muscles of her back complained. From the feel of things, she'd torn some muscles in her back, or possibly her sides. She didn't know. Looking back, she saw Francine Le Duc slumped forward, her face covered in red blood. "Francy? Francy! Wake up!"

OFF

Lyn as herself and Francine

and

[Grayson]

<<Celtron Forest, 1415, day 1>>

After speaking with Kersare, Mark resumed his walk towards the area where Barrett was last seen. He was sure that he would find not only the Ops Officer but also find some answers. ?Maybe a probe to win the bet I made with Langley?, though him.

As he slowly walked through the trees, Mark remembered his time as an infiltration specialist. He didn?t like the job much, but, he had to admit it gave a lot training he wasn?t expecting. ?Never thought I would learn how to kill a person without being noticed and even less how to invade a federation computer system?, considered him.

After several kilometers, his tricorder found a neutronic energy signature coming from the east. ?Last place where?s Barrett?s was seen?, realized him.

Pacing slowly he arrived at the top of a hill. Looking down he saw a base. He nodded to himself. That confirmed his suspicions of a third player involved in the Celtron Incident.

?Odd architecture?Looks active but it?s old. 3000 thousand years?, analyzed him, after looking at the tricorder. ?All this interference must the reason we didn?t found this from the ship?.

Suddenly, a Celtronian appeared not very far from Mark?s position. He had appeared from a bunker or some subterranean entry. ?I bet I?ll find Barrett there and maybe a Reaver, making me the winner of that bet with Langley?.

Mark, using his abilities approached the entrance. There was a guard posted there, but also there were some crates of weapons. After scouting the place, Mark was sure he wouldn?t enter that base without calling attention for himself.

?Maybe a diversion of some kind?? thought him. His eyes glued at the weapons create and a wicked smile appeared on his face. ?Maybe an explosive diversion will make these terrorists think twice before kidnapping a Starfleet officer?.

He crawled towards the crates. Reaching for his backpack, he grabbed some explosive. ?I hope the Security Quartermaster forgive me for taking this without filling the proper forms and authorizations?, thought him amused. After arming the explosives, Mark crawled away, slowly, to a safe position from the blast. That would be a helleuva of an explosion.

?That will attract attention. Either way, this base is done. The rest of the Malinche will be here in a sec, and no doubt, the Celtronian security force. Meanwhile, I?ll be rescuing Jason Barrett?.

He pressed the red button.

The explosion was an incredible show of lights and fire. The Celtronian guard was thrown away. Mark watched the Celtronian change form. ?Transmorph? I don?t recognize the race?.

Mark?s expectation was more than right. A lot of celtronians, armed to the teeth appeared there. ?Terrorist or Alien invaders, nice to meet you?, he thought dryly as he moved sneakily towards the entrance, now unguarded.

When he was about to enter, he saw a box full of Reavers. ?Aha, that bet is mine!?, smiled him, grabbing one.

He started to descent the stairs toward the door when, Barrett appeared running, disruptors fire right behind. He looked at Mark and grabbed his arm ?Grayson, nice to see you, but, let?s get out of here!!?

As he joined Jason in his escape, he complained, ?I was supposed to rescue you, not the contrary?.

Barrett didn?t reply. Running for his life was quite important.

OFF: tag away team and Tag Barrett.

[Shandris]

Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias

Previously:
Lyn slowly, painfully, extracted herself from the shattered cockpit, and turned around, shrieking in agony as the muscles of her back complained. From the feel of things, she'd torn some muscles in her back, or possibly her sides. She didn't know. Looking back, she saw Francine Le Duc slumped forward, her face covered in red blood. "Francy? Francy! Wake up!"

And now, the 'exciting' conclusion:

Lyn groaned, her vision swimming dangerously, as the crash replayed through her mind.

Francine yelled into the comm, "I'm reading another one, coming up hot! Bank hard!"

Lyn sighed, trying to bring the fighter out of the dive from their impromptu loop, but they were unable to avoid the trees entirely, shearing some of them off at the the top. Suddenly, the fighter jerked hard as an explosion rang in Lyn's ears, and she lost all control of the fighter.

The kick of the sudden impact and ensuing explosion sent the fighter into a flat spin, unfortunately for the two pilot crew, they were spinning end over end, much like a circular saw through the heavily wooded area.

Lyn wasn't able to see, much less think coherently. The only thing that ran through her head was to eject. The Valkyrie-class fighter possessed an ejection capsule for the crew, so they would be protected through their sudden departure from the doomed fighter.

She yanked at the ejection activators between her legs, but the initial ejection rockets did not fire, and the capsule/cockpit remained attached to their fighter.

Lyn finally screamed in fright. She was going to die. Francy was going to die. All because some stupid metal probes were running around causing fear on some strange backwater planet.

They hit a particularly sturdy tree, and Lyn was again thrown painfully into her restraints, which threatened to be yanked from their moorings. She heard Francy scream in the cockpit, and her heart was torn in two, hearing her friend and sometimes lover in pain.

Then, they hit the ground and skid a long distance, shearing more trees off at ground level. Lyn's head smacked the console in front of her as they finally came to a halt after a three-hundred meter slide.

She tried to turn and slide down the fighter's side, and hopefully extract the fighter's built-in ladder system and crawl up to Francine. She slid down the side of the fighter, crying out softly as the impact on the ground wrenched her back painfully.

She decided it was time to get in touch with someone other than Two. Two was probably more involved in handling the mission, and not worrying about Lyn. Lyn couldn't blame the ex-Borg, as she knew the Borg were very one-track minded.

Tapping her communicator, "Dragon Lead to Malinche, and Captain Kersare. Be advised that Dragon Lead is down, two wounded. Requesting immediate medical assistance. Repeat, Dragon Lead is down."

[TAG anyone on Malinche, Kersare, and Doctor Darkhelm]

[Barrett]

<<Celtron V>>
<Bunker, 1410, Day 1>

For someone that was supposed to be captured, Jason realized that he had a remarkable amount of freedom. After sliding down the rather frosty ridge he had somehow blacked out...no doubt due to the small knott forming on the back of his head. He soon found himself in a room that was small, only about 3 meters by 3 meters wide and lit with a dim red light.

There was someone or something moving out in the corridor. The doors slide open the person speaking something in a language that Jason didn't understand...though he did understand the disruptor pistol the man was carrying.

A quick glance in the corridor showed no more guards that he could see and something was telling him that his chance was now or never. The guard that entered the room never even saw it coming; Jason laid him out flat before he even registered something a miss. Stealing his weapon, Jason took off down the corridor, sticking to the sides as to avoid detection.

He only made it about 200 meters when that all aburptly changed.

"Oh shit," he muttered, as several guards did a double take and apon realizing who he was opened fire. Jason fired off a few quick blasts before turning around and sprinting down the corridor. He kept firing over his shoulder, skidding around a corner to see....

"Grayson, nice to see you, but, let?s get out of here!"

"I was supposed to rescue you, not the contrary."

Barrett didn?t reply as they continued to sprint away from the approaching soliders.

OFF:

[Hunt]

<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 1420, Day 1>

Nursing the center as Mason was doing was cut short by the Captain ordering him to the surface. He turned to the bridge crew giving them their final orders before leaving.

?Helm, maintain standard orbit. Transporter room one continue to monitor all away team comm signals in case of any trouble. So far there hasn?t been any yet but to be on the safe side. Security detachment alpha meet in shuttle bay two for pick up. Mr. Sommers(NPC) you have the bridge until either myself or the Captain returns.?

Sommers(NPC) nodded in response to the order as Mason stepped into the lift. On the way there it occurred to the first officer to review the latest data sent by Kersare. She indicated on the comm that parts of the land down there that was populated had not been explored.

The lift had those new interfaces so Mason didn?t have to wait until he got into the bay sitting on a cold bench reading a padd. The trip seemed a bit longer than usual but when he got there he began to brief the men until Abubakar arrived.

OFF

[Langley]

<< Celtron V, 1405>>

Sam stayed low in the long grass that covered the forest floor, her rifle was pressed into her shoulder. She was a kilometre sou-sou-west of the town she had beamed out o nearlier.

Moving forward, she kept looking slightly up, testing the ground with her feet before she commited to the step. The forest was thinning slightly, looking like it was going to open into a copse in about 80ft.

She was stooped down low, the grass had started off being at her normal shoulder length, now it was down to 3.5ft high. It was turning out to be some vacation. Her mind flicked to greyson, an itelligent man he didnt seem to be. If hed dug into her past, he'd have found she had a tendancy to attack people who didnt recognise the sacrafices of her and others so that other people could live there blissful ignorance lives.

Suddenly a sphere broke out of a bush to her left, raising her rifle she squeezed of a shot at near point blank range, the probe erupted into a shower of dust and a crack erupted the still forest before giving in to the powerful near silence.

"Damnit!!" Sam shouted There wouldnt be another one in the area. That would surely be the bet lost, She pulled out a Tri-corder she had bought at a market on Fiora a few years back and scanned the dust and logged the time.

Suddenly a roar splt the silence, it was coming to from the north and getting louder, there was an explosion and the roaring died slightly. there was the sound of dying engines, it was replaced by the sound of shattering wood. It was still getting closer.

Sam just manged to hit the deck as something Flew out the trees behind her, It flew over at 15ft. Trees exploded, Raining deadly splinters down around her.

Something impaled itself into her arm, she screamed in agony as the pain registered, then the adreniline kicked in. There was a thud to the south of her, a few hundred metres. Standing up she picked up the rifle and turned to look at her Rucksack.

"What the," She slipped it off. She looked at it for a few seconds in awe.

She gripped the piece of wood, placing a boot on the bag, She pulled it out. Dropping the 3ft long sliver, she picked up the Rucksack and ran off to find the crashed aircraft.

[Shandris]

Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias

<< Celtron V, Day 1, 1410>>
Lyn leaned against the downed fighter, her body aching horridly. She tried to relax, but couldn't seem to get her back to relax, it was so tense from the traumatic injury.

She heard a noise nearby, what sounded like footsteps, someone or thing trampling through the brush. She didn't need one of the Reavers to sneak up on her while she was unarmed.

Leaning over, she let loose a soft cry of pain. She opened a small panel in the side of the fighter and pulled out a Type-III Compression Phaser Rifle. She heard the noise approach closer, and her rifle came up, "HALT! Who goes there?!"

The sudden movements of going for the rifle made her head swim, and her vision faded for a moment. The rifle slumped to her lap.

'Too tired....' she thought, barely able to string together coherent thoughts, 'I'm sorry Francy..... I've failed you....'