(OOC: That was hard to understand... Where's the commas?)
<Hotel Diredi, Room 52, 1255, Day 3>
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Sara continued to smile even though she didn't need to now.
Rayne: Desperate times call for desperate measures Mr. Grayson, If I hadn't been authorized by my Mission Director I wouldn't even be speaking to you about what I am going to now and knowing how you like to keep things in check I bet I know something you haven't realised yet. There is a mole or spy , which ever you want to call it , aboard the Malinche or at least he or she was , if they haven't already gotten planetside. I was sent to track down this spy and remove him or her from the works before something extremely sensitive gets in the wrong hands. I put those things there so I knew you would notice them, I had to make sure I could keep you here long enough so I could explain my problem. As for that non-standard stuff , Mr. Grayson that is all standard issue for a SFI:9 agent, I'd even be willing to give it to you if you want , as I am suppose to be getting a new set of equipment at somepoint , so , I won't need it after I get that new set. Of course , I will have to wipe the equipment but , you are welcome to have it if you are willing to help me with my investigation and hunt for that spy. I need someone who the spy won't be expecting to help me and after doing several background checks on you I was hoping you will help. If not I'll understand but I'll ask that you keep it quiet, and I trust that you will.
Sara stopped smiling and put on a very serious face. Too much was at stake here and there was so many things that could go wrong. She really hoped that Grayson would help after all she did offer some to give him so really awesome tech as a thank you gift.
Rayne: As for what I said earlier I already know what I need to know, and if there is anything you want me to know I can count on you letting me know. I might be a little rusty from lack of action but even a rusty sword can still cut.
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Mark had to admit. He was surprised by Rayne's confession. But, that was not what surprised him the most. The idea of a mole aboard the Malinche and he didn't detect was a shocking. He had make sure all crew member had been cleared, but, apparently, someone had fooled him. Dammit. He shook his head.
"Honesty. There's something I didn't expect from you", said Mark, dryly. "Well, I knew you had an agenda of your own aboard the Malinche. What I didn't know was the whole idea of a mole aboard the ship. Do you have any proof about it, or, your Mission Direction told you there was someone and you came, a good girl you are, to betray the captain's trust and my own?", said him, coldly. " I didn't call for answer. Regarding your gift, I don't need any of your tech. What makes a spy isn't the equipment, but his brain ."
He walked some steps around the room. "Still, if you are here, somehting bigger is happening and both of us are just pawns. Not the first time for me, but... I don't like to be played.", he faced Rayne. "I'll help you, with one condition: After we find this spy, if he exists, you'll have to choose. This ship or SFI:9. No more double loyalties. If you decide to play this game more, I'll make sure you'll be transfered. Deal?", asked him, face expressionless.
OFF: tag Rayne
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Rayne
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Loyalties come and go like usual.
(OOC: Sorry about that didn't realise my mistake, I'll try to work on doing better then that)
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<Hotel Diredi, Room 52, 1256, Day 3>
Sara had all the proof of the mole's existance she needed but catching him or her was the difficult part.
"There is no better proof then the ants I cleaned off the Malinche but if you want more proof there are several comm logs I have examined and found inconsistancies in. As for my equipment consider it a donation to the department, and as for me I don't think I can entirely give up loyalties to the organization my father founded when he ws still alive but I like you don't enjoy being played around with unless I am really the one playing with them. You have a deal Mr. Grayson but I don't want anything kept from me that I should know, no matter how trivial it might seem."
Sara looked blankly towards Grayson hoping that he would keep his end of the bargain.
"Now as for my Mission Director I can count on him enough to back me up if I need it but do I entirely trust him? No of course not, you on the other hand I can trust as your actions durring the Dominion war would tell me to."
Sara smiled once again, the dark green of her eyes seeming to draw attention towards them. If one looked hard enough they could tell she had occular implants aiding her normal vision.
"I hope you remember the name Frostweaver as that was my codename durring the Dominion War, I belive alot of my hard work helped with many of the missions you were sent in on but if anything went wrong on any one of those missions I am sorry, I later found out that there had been a spy working in the small intelligence net I setup back then. What ever it was he did I am still not certain of."
With that Sara's expression changed again to a more serious one as she finished reminising about days long past, getting back to the present." While I track this mole down with your help I am going to do some digging around in SFI:9 and see if they are pulling my strings. You would be the first person I have met that has made me think about things much deeper then I have as of late. Perhaps I just need to do some training in the holodeck later on at somepoint and resharpen my mind. I thank you for actually opening my mind to the conspiracy that might be going on. If you wish to know anything else about me feel free to ask but I might not tell you everything, I need to keep some secrets you know. Oh by the way, there is a personal cloaking device hidden aboard that delta flyer I brought with me aquired it from a group of romulans on one of my past missions. You will be the only person that knows about it, SFI:9 doesn't know I have it if that means anything to you."
Sara took two items off of a desk one being a PAAD and another appeared to be a small container with some stuff crawling around inside it.
"Here you might want these."
She once again smiled and waited for an answer to everything she had said, while she handed Grayson the comm logs she examined and highlighted where she found the inconsistancies, she even handed him the container that contained a sample of the ants that she had collected.
OFF: Tags Grayson
(OOC: Sorry if it is hard to understand, anything you can point out for me to fix would be appricated.)
ON:
<Hotel Diredi, Room 52, 1256, Day 3>
Sara had all the proof of the mole's existance she needed but catching him or her was the difficult part.
"There is no better proof then the ants I cleaned off the Malinche but if you want more proof there are several comm logs I have examined and found inconsistancies in. As for my equipment consider it a donation to the department, and as for me I don't think I can entirely give up loyalties to the organization my father founded when he ws still alive but I like you don't enjoy being played around with unless I am really the one playing with them. You have a deal Mr. Grayson but I don't want anything kept from me that I should know, no matter how trivial it might seem."
Sara looked blankly towards Grayson hoping that he would keep his end of the bargain.
"Now as for my Mission Director I can count on him enough to back me up if I need it but do I entirely trust him? No of course not, you on the other hand I can trust as your actions durring the Dominion war would tell me to."
Sara smiled once again, the dark green of her eyes seeming to draw attention towards them. If one looked hard enough they could tell she had occular implants aiding her normal vision.
"I hope you remember the name Frostweaver as that was my codename durring the Dominion War, I belive alot of my hard work helped with many of the missions you were sent in on but if anything went wrong on any one of those missions I am sorry, I later found out that there had been a spy working in the small intelligence net I setup back then. What ever it was he did I am still not certain of."
With that Sara's expression changed again to a more serious one as she finished reminising about days long past, getting back to the present." While I track this mole down with your help I am going to do some digging around in SFI:9 and see if they are pulling my strings. You would be the first person I have met that has made me think about things much deeper then I have as of late. Perhaps I just need to do some training in the holodeck later on at somepoint and resharpen my mind. I thank you for actually opening my mind to the conspiracy that might be going on. If you wish to know anything else about me feel free to ask but I might not tell you everything, I need to keep some secrets you know. Oh by the way, there is a personal cloaking device hidden aboard that delta flyer I brought with me aquired it from a group of romulans on one of my past missions. You will be the only person that knows about it, SFI:9 doesn't know I have it if that means anything to you."
Sara took two items off of a desk one being a PAAD and another appeared to be a small container with some stuff crawling around inside it.
"Here you might want these."
She once again smiled and waited for an answer to everything she had said, while she handed Grayson the comm logs she examined and highlighted where she found the inconsistancies, she even handed him the container that contained a sample of the ants that she had collected.
OFF: Tags Grayson
(OOC: Sorry if it is hard to understand, anything you can point out for me to fix would be appricated.)
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
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ON:
<Hotel Diredi, Room 52, 1256, Day 3>
Sara took two items off of a desk one being a PAAD and another appeared to be a small container with some stuff crawling around inside it.
"Here you might want these."
She once again smiled and waited for an answer to everything she had said, while she handed Grayson the comm logs she examined and highlighted where she found the inconsistancies, she even handed him the container that contained a sample of the ants that she had collected.
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He didn't said anything at first. There was a lot to consider and as a way to gain some time before answering, he sat on a small chair and looked at the PADD Rayne had just given him. He analyzed the data quietly and shook his head slightly. She was right. There was a spy aboard the Malinche. How could he missed that? He raised his eyes and looked at Rayne. "You know, at this point, I'm pretty sure the spy is already feeling that someone is checking around the ship. And, if he knows someone is looking, he'll go under, and we'll have hard time finding him. We need to make him feel secure again, and, then, we catch him in the act."
He got up. "Now, about my plan, ensign: You and Langley try to find the missing crew whereabouts. The secondary objective is to find out more about the Direidi plan to the Malinche crew and terciary objective is whatever you two find useful for us later. I have to keep myself under the captain's sight to make some of the senior officers more relaxed. They think our work is 'wrong'. I'll deal with them".
Mark moved to the door, but, decided to say another thing to Rayne. "If you are Frostweaver, so I must say thank you for some information you pass along. Saved a lot of lives. I expect you to do that here. Godspeed, ensign".
With that, Mark left, carrying a lot of high tech equipment and information about the mole aboard the Malinche. His mind started to formulate the next steps in the mission and to create a way to find the spy as soon as possible. Of course, he wanted to know who the spy was working for and somehow get some payback. "Comes with the territory", thought Mark, walking through the Hotel's corridors.
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ON:
<Hotel Diredi, Room 52, 1256, Day 3>
Sara took two items off of a desk one being a PAAD and another appeared to be a small container with some stuff crawling around inside it.
"Here you might want these."
She once again smiled and waited for an answer to everything she had said, while she handed Grayson the comm logs she examined and highlighted where she found the inconsistancies, she even handed him the container that contained a sample of the ants that she had collected.
NEW:
He didn't said anything at first. There was a lot to consider and as a way to gain some time before answering, he sat on a small chair and looked at the PADD Rayne had just given him. He analyzed the data quietly and shook his head slightly. She was right. There was a spy aboard the Malinche. How could he missed that? He raised his eyes and looked at Rayne. "You know, at this point, I'm pretty sure the spy is already feeling that someone is checking around the ship. And, if he knows someone is looking, he'll go under, and we'll have hard time finding him. We need to make him feel secure again, and, then, we catch him in the act."
He got up. "Now, about my plan, ensign: You and Langley try to find the missing crew whereabouts. The secondary objective is to find out more about the Direidi plan to the Malinche crew and terciary objective is whatever you two find useful for us later. I have to keep myself under the captain's sight to make some of the senior officers more relaxed. They think our work is 'wrong'. I'll deal with them".
Mark moved to the door, but, decided to say another thing to Rayne. "If you are Frostweaver, so I must say thank you for some information you pass along. Saved a lot of lives. I expect you to do that here. Godspeed, ensign".
With that, Mark left, carrying a lot of high tech equipment and information about the mole aboard the Malinche. His mind started to formulate the next steps in the mission and to create a way to find the spy as soon as possible. Of course, he wanted to know who the spy was working for and somehow get some payback. "Comes with the territory", thought Mark, walking through the Hotel's corridors.
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Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu
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Peters
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ON: <Hotel Direidi, 1300 hours, Room 42>
Peters entered his room and sat down in the nearest chair available. The room was quite nice, with seating for 5 and the bed. There was a small closet space to hang clothes in and a bathroom just past it. Looking around, Peters thought the room would do quite nicely for the duration of the mission on Direidi.
He stood and walked over to the closet, then opened it with the intention of hangning up his uniforms. That thought faded quickly when he looked at his luggage. OK, that's not mine...
Looking closely at the luggage, far larger than his had been, Peters noticed the name tag on it was in Klingon characters. Looking closer he found the Bellman tag, showing that the bag belonged in Room 24. "Great, just what this place needs, a Dyslexic Bell Hop."
Peters picked up the luggage and headed for the door. Or rather he tried to. What occurred was more along the lines of Peters tugging upword on the luggage and making a loud grunting sound. Damn, that's heavy, he thought to himself.
Peters regarded the luggage again, then saw the strap on one end. Grabbing that, he mannaged to drag the bag, slowly, towards the door. Grunting and pulling, he managed to get the bag to and into the elevator in just under 5 minutes.
In another 5 minutes he was standing at the door to Room 24. After a quick knock there was substantial noise, then the door was flung open. Peters looked up, and up, and up, to look at the largest Klingon he'd ever seen.
"nuqnEH?!" the Klingon growled. Peters took an involuntary half-step back, then swallowed before pointing at the bag. "Umm... I believe this is supposed to be yours, and that you may have my bag..."
The Klingon muttered something Peters couldn't make out, grabbed the bag, and slammed the door in Peters' face. Astonished, all Peters could do was knock again.
A stream of unintelligible Klingon words came through the door, along with more crashing sounds, then the door was flung open again. "nuqnEH!?!"
"Ah, I believe y-you h-ha-have my lug-g-age," Peters stammered. The Klingon spun around and Peters thought he was going to get the door slammed in his face. Then he saw his bag flying through the air and ducked to keep it from taking his head off.
As he turned to pick up his bag, Peters heard the door slam in unison with a growled "petaQ!"
Peters merely ignored the curse, picked up his bag, and made his way back to his room. He'd have to hurry and shower, unpack, and change to make it back to the lobby in time.
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Peters entered his room and sat down in the nearest chair available. The room was quite nice, with seating for 5 and the bed. There was a small closet space to hang clothes in and a bathroom just past it. Looking around, Peters thought the room would do quite nicely for the duration of the mission on Direidi.
He stood and walked over to the closet, then opened it with the intention of hangning up his uniforms. That thought faded quickly when he looked at his luggage. OK, that's not mine...
Looking closely at the luggage, far larger than his had been, Peters noticed the name tag on it was in Klingon characters. Looking closer he found the Bellman tag, showing that the bag belonged in Room 24. "Great, just what this place needs, a Dyslexic Bell Hop."
Peters picked up the luggage and headed for the door. Or rather he tried to. What occurred was more along the lines of Peters tugging upword on the luggage and making a loud grunting sound. Damn, that's heavy, he thought to himself.
Peters regarded the luggage again, then saw the strap on one end. Grabbing that, he mannaged to drag the bag, slowly, towards the door. Grunting and pulling, he managed to get the bag to and into the elevator in just under 5 minutes.
In another 5 minutes he was standing at the door to Room 24. After a quick knock there was substantial noise, then the door was flung open. Peters looked up, and up, and up, to look at the largest Klingon he'd ever seen.
"nuqnEH?!" the Klingon growled. Peters took an involuntary half-step back, then swallowed before pointing at the bag. "Umm... I believe this is supposed to be yours, and that you may have my bag..."
The Klingon muttered something Peters couldn't make out, grabbed the bag, and slammed the door in Peters' face. Astonished, all Peters could do was knock again.
A stream of unintelligible Klingon words came through the door, along with more crashing sounds, then the door was flung open again. "nuqnEH!?!"
"Ah, I believe y-you h-ha-have my lug-g-age," Peters stammered. The Klingon spun around and Peters thought he was going to get the door slammed in his face. Then he saw his bag flying through the air and ducked to keep it from taking his head off.
As he turned to pick up his bag, Peters heard the door slam in unison with a growled "petaQ!"
Peters merely ignored the curse, picked up his bag, and made his way back to his room. He'd have to hurry and shower, unpack, and change to make it back to the lobby in time.
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Last edited by Peters on Tue Jun 27, 2006 5:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<<1300 hours, Room 23>
It was the best meal he had ever eaten, as he left the late night crowd rolled in slamming the chef with orders. He soon realized that he needed to lay out a clean uniform and get in the shower.
The water in the hotel was neither hot nor cold. Mason thought as he stepped into the shower that it must have been because of the weather on the planet. After showering for twenty minutes he got up and got himself ready to meet everyone in the lobby.
He went for his tooth brush, but found his traveling bag no where to be found. Mason knew that he beamed down with it and checked through out his room. Finally he found it sitting under a few padds on his night stand.
One of the padd?s contained a letter from his aunt on earth, telling him of an upcoming family reunion. Hunt was never big on those but he loved his aunt very much so he chucked it up and responded by telling her he would be there.
The clock on the wall was winding down time as it became even closer for him to go downstairs. He like the others had reservations about this but shared one common goal and that was to search started.
The elevator brought him down to the central walkway of the lobby, attendants were bringing out fresh flowers that seem to have no ending sweet smell to them. The woman at the earlier dinner spotted him from afar and waved to him.
Mason now with blushed cheeks tried to pretend he was interested in new painting just across from him.
?Fancy meeting you here. Been here long?? she asked not sitting down.
?No, I am waiting for the rest of the Malinche?s crew to come down. The search is set to begin soon. Hey I must apologize for me behavior at the dinner earlier. I was just too??
?No need to explain we all have our bad days. Well I must be going my cousins are waiting on me. We are going to the local sporting area for a game tennis. Perhaps later you will join us??
?Maybe.? He said turning to hide his face hoping she would not see him blushing.
OFF: Tag Crew!!!!
<<1300 hours, Room 23>
It was the best meal he had ever eaten, as he left the late night crowd rolled in slamming the chef with orders. He soon realized that he needed to lay out a clean uniform and get in the shower.
The water in the hotel was neither hot nor cold. Mason thought as he stepped into the shower that it must have been because of the weather on the planet. After showering for twenty minutes he got up and got himself ready to meet everyone in the lobby.
He went for his tooth brush, but found his traveling bag no where to be found. Mason knew that he beamed down with it and checked through out his room. Finally he found it sitting under a few padds on his night stand.
One of the padd?s contained a letter from his aunt on earth, telling him of an upcoming family reunion. Hunt was never big on those but he loved his aunt very much so he chucked it up and responded by telling her he would be there.
The clock on the wall was winding down time as it became even closer for him to go downstairs. He like the others had reservations about this but shared one common goal and that was to search started.
The elevator brought him down to the central walkway of the lobby, attendants were bringing out fresh flowers that seem to have no ending sweet smell to them. The woman at the earlier dinner spotted him from afar and waved to him.
Mason now with blushed cheeks tried to pretend he was interested in new painting just across from him.
?Fancy meeting you here. Been here long?? she asked not sitting down.
?No, I am waiting for the rest of the Malinche?s crew to come down. The search is set to begin soon. Hey I must apologize for me behavior at the dinner earlier. I was just too??
?No need to explain we all have our bad days. Well I must be going my cousins are waiting on me. We are going to the local sporting area for a game tennis. Perhaps later you will join us??
?Maybe.? He said turning to hide his face hoping she would not see him blushing.
OFF: Tag Crew!!!!
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<<1300 hours, Room 62>
Friendly or not, Jason still didn't like how things were shaping up. He was as concerned about things as the rest of the crew and would rathe dive right into finding out what happened to the crew then freshening up. Maybe he would start on his own. Then again that might go against Kersare's wishes so he decided to back off on that.
Coming out of his room he saw Amanda doing the same. She didn't look any happier about the situation then he was. Not that Jason blamed her, this whole thing with the Direidi was enough to put a lot of them on edge.
"Nice room?" Jason asked.
"Better then I would have expected; although I just really want to get this dammned mission underway. With the Klingons here I don't know if that will make matters easier or worse."
"Neither do I, come on lets go meet Mason and see what kind of trouble we can get into."
"Some how I think that we won't have to go looking for trouble around here."
They started down the stairs, noting the rather ornate stone work and detailed paints that seemed to be hung up all over the place. They made it to the second set when a body came tumbling down at a rather high rate of speed, nearly knocking both of the officers off there feet.
"What the hell..." Jason snapped, looking toward the top of the stairs. He saw four rather angry looking Klingons walking down them. He looked down at the body of the human, noting a large brusie forming on his forehead.
"That dog refused to apologize!" the largest Klingon snapped.
"And what exactly did he do?" Amanda asked, she was already kneeling next to him, running her fingers over his head and probbing for injuries. "Certainly not enough to cause you to throw him down a flight of stairs."
"He ran into me....now he won't run into anyone else."
"I think you better get moving friend; either that or you'll end up in your ships infirmary," Jason said. He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment that it came out of his mouth.
"Don't mind Lt. Barrett there, I'm Lt. Commander Amanda Darkhelm..."
The blow as so quick that Amanda never even saw it coming, slamming into her jaw and sending her spinning around. She was aware now and came back around with a roundhouse kick, knocking the Klingon off his feet.
OFF:
JP By:
Lt. Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Cheif Medical Officer
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<<1300 hours, Room 62>
Friendly or not, Jason still didn't like how things were shaping up. He was as concerned about things as the rest of the crew and would rathe dive right into finding out what happened to the crew then freshening up. Maybe he would start on his own. Then again that might go against Kersare's wishes so he decided to back off on that.
Coming out of his room he saw Amanda doing the same. She didn't look any happier about the situation then he was. Not that Jason blamed her, this whole thing with the Direidi was enough to put a lot of them on edge.
"Nice room?" Jason asked.
"Better then I would have expected; although I just really want to get this dammned mission underway. With the Klingons here I don't know if that will make matters easier or worse."
"Neither do I, come on lets go meet Mason and see what kind of trouble we can get into."
"Some how I think that we won't have to go looking for trouble around here."
They started down the stairs, noting the rather ornate stone work and detailed paints that seemed to be hung up all over the place. They made it to the second set when a body came tumbling down at a rather high rate of speed, nearly knocking both of the officers off there feet.
"What the hell..." Jason snapped, looking toward the top of the stairs. He saw four rather angry looking Klingons walking down them. He looked down at the body of the human, noting a large brusie forming on his forehead.
"That dog refused to apologize!" the largest Klingon snapped.
"And what exactly did he do?" Amanda asked, she was already kneeling next to him, running her fingers over his head and probbing for injuries. "Certainly not enough to cause you to throw him down a flight of stairs."
"He ran into me....now he won't run into anyone else."
"I think you better get moving friend; either that or you'll end up in your ships infirmary," Jason said. He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment that it came out of his mouth.
"Don't mind Lt. Barrett there, I'm Lt. Commander Amanda Darkhelm..."
The blow as so quick that Amanda never even saw it coming, slamming into her jaw and sending her spinning around. She was aware now and came back around with a roundhouse kick, knocking the Klingon off his feet.
OFF:
JP By:
Lt. Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Cheif Medical Officer
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Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<<1305 hours, Staircase>
There was no way that Brice could have missed seeing two starfleet officers engaged in hand to hand combat with some Klingons on the stairs. Given the fact that he saw Darkhelm wheel around with a kick that could have very easily broken bone and send the offending Klingon bouncing off the railing and to the ground.
Next to her Barrett launched a right hook of his own that connected with the jaw the nearest Klingon, sending him crashing backwards into one of his cohorts. All and all, Brice found the situation rather amusing to watch...and then realized that perhaps he should step in and do something.
Tapping his combadge he opened a channel to Commander Hunt.
"Thomas to Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"You might want to ruslte up some security and meet me on the stairs, it appears that Darkhelm and Barrett are having some trouble with the Klingons....well...not trouble persay I would just get over here."
"Do they require medical attention?" Hunt asked. Brice knew that he was already moving.
"Not for them," Brice responded. He winced as Barrett slammed a knee into one Klingon's head, dropping him cold to the deck. "But the Klingons might need some."
Not even waiting for reaction, Brice closed the channel and hurried down the stairs to where the 4 Klingson were sprawled out, all of them moaning. Amanda was kneeling down, checking out the man that they had thrown down the stairs.
"I would ask if you were alright," Brice said, looking around at the bodies. "But I have a feeling that would be pointless."
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<<1305 hours, Staircase>
There was no way that Brice could have missed seeing two starfleet officers engaged in hand to hand combat with some Klingons on the stairs. Given the fact that he saw Darkhelm wheel around with a kick that could have very easily broken bone and send the offending Klingon bouncing off the railing and to the ground.
Next to her Barrett launched a right hook of his own that connected with the jaw the nearest Klingon, sending him crashing backwards into one of his cohorts. All and all, Brice found the situation rather amusing to watch...and then realized that perhaps he should step in and do something.
Tapping his combadge he opened a channel to Commander Hunt.
"Thomas to Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"You might want to ruslte up some security and meet me on the stairs, it appears that Darkhelm and Barrett are having some trouble with the Klingons....well...not trouble persay I would just get over here."
"Do they require medical attention?" Hunt asked. Brice knew that he was already moving.
"Not for them," Brice responded. He winced as Barrett slammed a knee into one Klingon's head, dropping him cold to the deck. "But the Klingons might need some."
Not even waiting for reaction, Brice closed the channel and hurried down the stairs to where the 4 Klingson were sprawled out, all of them moaning. Amanda was kneeling down, checking out the man that they had thrown down the stairs.
"I would ask if you were alright," Brice said, looking around at the bodies. "But I have a feeling that would be pointless."
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Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<<1307 hours, lobby >
Thomas had closed the channel at the same time Hunt tapped his hard running nearly knocking over a few dignitaries.
=/\=Hunt To Malinche I need a security detachment beamed down here at once. Lock in on my signal and begin transport=/\=
Three guards appeared out the blue beam in ready positions.
Mason darted down the corridor to the elevator. He didn?t wait for the doors to automatically open he forced them open with bare hands running with security personal from the Malinche.
He was in complete awe at what he arrived to, Darkhelm had been attending to a man down the stairs and to the other side of him klingons laid out flat on the floor.
?Morris(NPC), Bak(NPC) get these men over to the medical facility fast. Stone(NPC) get down there and cover the doctor. Well Amanda it would seem you have everything well in hand here. Exactly how did this happen?? asked Mason moving over to see some blood stains on the carpet.
<Tag Darkhelm>
?I see, (looking at her pull herself together) are you able to carry on with the search??
<Tag Darkhelm>
?One thing is for sure Amanda, I feel much safer with you around.? Said Mason laughing along with Thomas.
The group of four went over to the lobby and waited for Kersare and the others to arrive. He pulled out his tri-corder and pretended to scan the room.
?All right we can speak freely, when we begin to search the rooms I want everyone to maintain a tight tri-corder security link. Given the disappearance of the crew of the Sirion I don?t want to take any chances. Most likely the entire staff will be split up so keep your eyes peeled.?
Hunt looked around hoping to see Kersare come in it was approaching the time for the search but she was no where to be found.
?Has anyone seen the Captain after she left for her room?? asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Darkhelm, Barrett and Thomas
<<1307 hours, lobby >
Thomas had closed the channel at the same time Hunt tapped his hard running nearly knocking over a few dignitaries.
=/\=Hunt To Malinche I need a security detachment beamed down here at once. Lock in on my signal and begin transport=/\=
Three guards appeared out the blue beam in ready positions.
Mason darted down the corridor to the elevator. He didn?t wait for the doors to automatically open he forced them open with bare hands running with security personal from the Malinche.
He was in complete awe at what he arrived to, Darkhelm had been attending to a man down the stairs and to the other side of him klingons laid out flat on the floor.
?Morris(NPC), Bak(NPC) get these men over to the medical facility fast. Stone(NPC) get down there and cover the doctor. Well Amanda it would seem you have everything well in hand here. Exactly how did this happen?? asked Mason moving over to see some blood stains on the carpet.
<Tag Darkhelm>
?I see, (looking at her pull herself together) are you able to carry on with the search??
<Tag Darkhelm>
?One thing is for sure Amanda, I feel much safer with you around.? Said Mason laughing along with Thomas.
The group of four went over to the lobby and waited for Kersare and the others to arrive. He pulled out his tri-corder and pretended to scan the room.
?All right we can speak freely, when we begin to search the rooms I want everyone to maintain a tight tri-corder security link. Given the disappearance of the crew of the Sirion I don?t want to take any chances. Most likely the entire staff will be split up so keep your eyes peeled.?
Hunt looked around hoping to see Kersare come in it was approaching the time for the search but she was no where to be found.
?Has anyone seen the Captain after she left for her room?? asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Darkhelm, Barrett and Thomas
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
OFF: Something for the interim....will be posting again today or tomorrow to move us to investigating the rooms!
ON:
<<Hotel Direidi, Room 21, 1305, Day 3>>
After making sure the crew hadn't had any problems finding their quarters, Isabel had taken her key to open Room 21, where she would be staying. Not surprisingly, it was a rather nice room.
A double bed occupied part of the main room and had a beautiful green satin comforter over it. It was obvious that the furniture had been all made to match - the bed, table and chairs, dresser, nightstand, couch, and desk all were made of cherry and beautifully carved. Light, airy pale green curtains, that matched the color of the small couch, flowed from the top of the window to the floor. A lamp of colored glass sat on the desk.
A closet was available, with plenty of hangars. Opening the door to the bathroom, Isabel stepped inside. As she stepped forward, she noticed a bath robe hanging on the back of the door. The shower and sink certainly seemed rather nice, and most importantly, clean.
Contemplating a shower, Isabel ultimately decided against it. She had a feeling that before the day was through she'd actually need one. No sense in having three showers in one day...the one she'd had on the ship earlier had been nice.
A nice cool drink would be nice... Isabel looked for a replicator, but found none. Looking around, she found a telephone....it'd been years since she'd had to use one of those - a danger of living in space. Seeing a list of phone numbers and who they reached, Isabel dialed the number for Room Service. "Hello, I'm Captain Kersare, in Room 21."
"Yes? How can I help you?" An exasperated sounding young woman asked.
"I was wondering if I could get a glass of raspberry iced tea," she replied.
The room service girl sighed, "Sure. Anything else?"
"Do you happen to have any apples?"
"I can look. I'll bring it up in a few minutes, Captain," the young woman said.
Isabel hung up the phone. The girl certainly hadn't sounded as enthusiastic as the rest of the Direidi had been thus far. Perhaps the Klingons were proving to make things difficult for the kitchen staff....or maybe she was just having a bad day. In either case, it was out of her control.
Picking up a PADD, Isabel sat on the couch, idly running her slender fingers over the carved design. Her eyes read through the information slowly, though it was probably unnecessary. The PADD contained the last information sent from the <i>Sirion</i> to the survey team, and the information that the survey team had acquired thus far.
If only there were some kind of clue as to their whereabouts... Unfortunately the <i>Malinche</i> was without a science officer at this point. It would have been helpful to have to go over some of these more complicated readings with her, but she would do her best.
A knock at the door interrupted her reading. Isabel rose from her seat, "Enter."
Another knock. Apparently the girl wouldn't just walk in. Pausing to set down her PADD, Isabel walked over to the door and twisted the handle. A young blonde girl was there, holding a tray with an apple, napkin, and a drink. "I believe this is yours," she said glumily.
"Yes, thank you," Isabel said as she carefully took the items from the girl. "What's your name? Is something wrong?" Isabel's eyes stayed on the girl.
After a moment the girl answered, "My name's Olivia."
"Nice to meet you Olivia. Is there something I can help you with, you look rather worried or sad..." Isabel's voice trailed off.
Olivia shrugged, then perked up as she must've heard something. "I have to go, bye."
With that the girl turned and walked down the corridor then down the staircase. Isabel shook her head, something was definitely wrong, but she couldn't help the girl if she wouldn't say what it was.
Sighing, Isabel sat at the table to have her small snack, pondering who should search which rooms when the crew met back up at 1400 hours.
OFF: Tag crew! As I said, will be moving things on to us investigating in the next day or two.
ON:
<<Hotel Direidi, Room 21, 1305, Day 3>>
After making sure the crew hadn't had any problems finding their quarters, Isabel had taken her key to open Room 21, where she would be staying. Not surprisingly, it was a rather nice room.
A double bed occupied part of the main room and had a beautiful green satin comforter over it. It was obvious that the furniture had been all made to match - the bed, table and chairs, dresser, nightstand, couch, and desk all were made of cherry and beautifully carved. Light, airy pale green curtains, that matched the color of the small couch, flowed from the top of the window to the floor. A lamp of colored glass sat on the desk.
A closet was available, with plenty of hangars. Opening the door to the bathroom, Isabel stepped inside. As she stepped forward, she noticed a bath robe hanging on the back of the door. The shower and sink certainly seemed rather nice, and most importantly, clean.
Contemplating a shower, Isabel ultimately decided against it. She had a feeling that before the day was through she'd actually need one. No sense in having three showers in one day...the one she'd had on the ship earlier had been nice.
A nice cool drink would be nice... Isabel looked for a replicator, but found none. Looking around, she found a telephone....it'd been years since she'd had to use one of those - a danger of living in space. Seeing a list of phone numbers and who they reached, Isabel dialed the number for Room Service. "Hello, I'm Captain Kersare, in Room 21."
"Yes? How can I help you?" An exasperated sounding young woman asked.
"I was wondering if I could get a glass of raspberry iced tea," she replied.
The room service girl sighed, "Sure. Anything else?"
"Do you happen to have any apples?"
"I can look. I'll bring it up in a few minutes, Captain," the young woman said.
Isabel hung up the phone. The girl certainly hadn't sounded as enthusiastic as the rest of the Direidi had been thus far. Perhaps the Klingons were proving to make things difficult for the kitchen staff....or maybe she was just having a bad day. In either case, it was out of her control.
Picking up a PADD, Isabel sat on the couch, idly running her slender fingers over the carved design. Her eyes read through the information slowly, though it was probably unnecessary. The PADD contained the last information sent from the <i>Sirion</i> to the survey team, and the information that the survey team had acquired thus far.
If only there were some kind of clue as to their whereabouts... Unfortunately the <i>Malinche</i> was without a science officer at this point. It would have been helpful to have to go over some of these more complicated readings with her, but she would do her best.
A knock at the door interrupted her reading. Isabel rose from her seat, "Enter."
Another knock. Apparently the girl wouldn't just walk in. Pausing to set down her PADD, Isabel walked over to the door and twisted the handle. A young blonde girl was there, holding a tray with an apple, napkin, and a drink. "I believe this is yours," she said glumily.
"Yes, thank you," Isabel said as she carefully took the items from the girl. "What's your name? Is something wrong?" Isabel's eyes stayed on the girl.
After a moment the girl answered, "My name's Olivia."
"Nice to meet you Olivia. Is there something I can help you with, you look rather worried or sad..." Isabel's voice trailed off.
Olivia shrugged, then perked up as she must've heard something. "I have to go, bye."
With that the girl turned and walked down the corridor then down the staircase. Isabel shook her head, something was definitely wrong, but she couldn't help the girl if she wouldn't say what it was.
Sighing, Isabel sat at the table to have her small snack, pondering who should search which rooms when the crew met back up at 1400 hours.
OFF: Tag crew! As I said, will be moving things on to us investigating in the next day or two.
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Peters
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 202
- Joined: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:17 pm
- Location: Space, the final frontier...
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ON: <Hotel Direidi, Grand Staircase, 1255>
Peters walked slowly down the staircase towards the 2nd level. Once he'd gotten his own luggage, he'd taken a quick shower, then changed into a fresh uniform. Now he was on his way to the lobby to meet up with the rest of the crew.
As he stepped onto the 2nd floor, a parrot appeared around the bend in the corridor and landed on Peters' shoulder. Peters took a double take and looked in the direction the parrot had come from. Finally he looked straight at the parrot.
"Where did you come from? And what's your name?"
"Rawk! Name is Mikey!"
Peters blinked. He hadn't expected an answer, though he had heard about Parrots trained to speak limited phrases. Still, he had never expected to run into one this far from Earth. "Alright, so your name is Mikey. Where'd you come from?"
Peters jerked his head up as he heard a crash from the direction the bird had appeared from. There was the same Klingon that had thrown his luggage at him. "Oh, great, just what I needed, a big Klingon with an attitude."
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon! Ugly big Klingon!"
Peters glared at the parrot. "Shut up before you get me killed."
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon gettign killed!"
The Klingon's gaze fell on Peters and he felt his legs shaking. "tera'ngan petaQ!"
"Oh, umm... you think I said that... well, I, uh, didn't... it was the bird." He could see rage building in the Klingon's face and knew he sounded totally stupid. He began to back away, then the parrot launched itself from his arm, flying down the corridor screaching at the top of its lungs.
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon! Ugly big Klingon! Rawk!"
The Klingon looked past Peters at the bird, then shoved him out of the way, stomping off down the hall. The last thing Peters heard from him was a muttered "Ha'DIbaH"
Peters picked himself up and dusted himself off, then started down the last flight of stairs to the lobby. "Good luck, Mikey."
As he reached the lobby, Peters looked around and saw several crew around the area, but no sign of the captain yet.
OFF:
Peters walked slowly down the staircase towards the 2nd level. Once he'd gotten his own luggage, he'd taken a quick shower, then changed into a fresh uniform. Now he was on his way to the lobby to meet up with the rest of the crew.
As he stepped onto the 2nd floor, a parrot appeared around the bend in the corridor and landed on Peters' shoulder. Peters took a double take and looked in the direction the parrot had come from. Finally he looked straight at the parrot.
"Where did you come from? And what's your name?"
"Rawk! Name is Mikey!"
Peters blinked. He hadn't expected an answer, though he had heard about Parrots trained to speak limited phrases. Still, he had never expected to run into one this far from Earth. "Alright, so your name is Mikey. Where'd you come from?"
Peters jerked his head up as he heard a crash from the direction the bird had appeared from. There was the same Klingon that had thrown his luggage at him. "Oh, great, just what I needed, a big Klingon with an attitude."
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon! Ugly big Klingon!"
Peters glared at the parrot. "Shut up before you get me killed."
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon gettign killed!"
The Klingon's gaze fell on Peters and he felt his legs shaking. "tera'ngan petaQ!"
"Oh, umm... you think I said that... well, I, uh, didn't... it was the bird." He could see rage building in the Klingon's face and knew he sounded totally stupid. He began to back away, then the parrot launched itself from his arm, flying down the corridor screaching at the top of its lungs.
"Rawk! Ugly big Klingon! Ugly big Klingon! Rawk!"
The Klingon looked past Peters at the bird, then shoved him out of the way, stomping off down the hall. The last thing Peters heard from him was a muttered "Ha'DIbaH"
Peters picked himself up and dusted himself off, then started down the last flight of stairs to the lobby. "Good luck, Mikey."
As he reached the lobby, Peters looked around and saw several crew around the area, but no sign of the captain yet.
OFF:
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Grand Staircase, 1400, Day 3>>
Slightly before the time she had set for her crew to assemble in the lobby, Isabel left her room. She turned to be sure it was locked, then proceeded down the Grand Staircase. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found her crew assembled in the center of the lobby.
As she drew nearer, Isabel noted that the officers were all in a single group. Even odder was the fact that any Klingon that passed by seem to leave room, but glare the entire time the StarFleet officers were in view. Then again, Klingons did seem to glare a lot, but still...
Isabel stopped a couple feet from the group, "Well, I see everyone's here." She lowered her voice so only they could hear her, "Is there some reason the Klingons are avoiding us like the plague? More than usual, I mean.... I didn't think hostilities between Klingons and the Federation were still so strong."
Jason spoke up, "There was an incident earlier."
"Define 'incident'," Isabel quirked an eyebrow. 'Incidents' were seldom good.
"Doctor Darkhelm and I had a disagreement with two of the Klingons here. It ended up in a little fight," he replied.
"Mm hmm..." Isabel didn't really like the sound of this. "Was anyone injured?"
This time Amanda spoke up, "We're fine and the Klingons will be as well."
"Lieutenant Thundera, did you witness any of this?" Isabel thought it might be good to see if her Chief Security/Tactical Officer had witnessed anything.
Cheetara shook her head, "No Captain. Some of my officers showed up after the fact at the request of Commander Hunt."
Isabel sighed, "Very well." Now she addressed everyone, turning to meet each person's eye, "From now on, if at all possible, avoid any more conflicts with the Klingons, or anyone else. I realize that in some situations defending yourself or others is necessary, however we are also here as guests of the Direidi... I'd rather not leave them with a sour taste in their mouth regarding the actions of StarFleet officers."
She let her words sink in, watching her crew. She could tell some of them weren't very happy about what she'd just said, but it couldn't be helped. They were lucky an official StarFleet Diplomatic Officer hadn't been with them.... Isabel hated to think what a Diplomatic Officer would've said about the matter.
Regardless, it was time to move on to more important matters. "Alright, I'm sure you're all anxious to get started searching the rooms and the hotel. I'll be splitting you up into groups of two for the search and giving you specific areas. Be thorough and log anything you find. We'll meet back in the Hotel Conference Lounge at 1700 hours to consider what we've found."
Seeing them nod, Isabel continued with the search teams, "Commander Hunt and Ensign Rayne, you'll have Rooms 212 and 221; Lieutenant Barrett and Lieutenant JG Treharne will have Rooms 312 and 321; Lieutenant Peters and Lieutenant JG Grayson will have rooms 412 and 421; Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm, Lieutenant Thundera, and Mr. Thomas will have the hotel grounds; Mr. Soren and I will take care of other areas in the hotel."
"Unless there are any questions, let's get started," Isabel said.
OFF: You can find little clues as to the whereabouts of the survey team if you want - if it's something really big, please ask me first.
Refer back to my post on page 5 of this mission for who was in which room.
Tag Crew!
Slightly before the time she had set for her crew to assemble in the lobby, Isabel left her room. She turned to be sure it was locked, then proceeded down the Grand Staircase. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found her crew assembled in the center of the lobby.
As she drew nearer, Isabel noted that the officers were all in a single group. Even odder was the fact that any Klingon that passed by seem to leave room, but glare the entire time the StarFleet officers were in view. Then again, Klingons did seem to glare a lot, but still...
Isabel stopped a couple feet from the group, "Well, I see everyone's here." She lowered her voice so only they could hear her, "Is there some reason the Klingons are avoiding us like the plague? More than usual, I mean.... I didn't think hostilities between Klingons and the Federation were still so strong."
Jason spoke up, "There was an incident earlier."
"Define 'incident'," Isabel quirked an eyebrow. 'Incidents' were seldom good.
"Doctor Darkhelm and I had a disagreement with two of the Klingons here. It ended up in a little fight," he replied.
"Mm hmm..." Isabel didn't really like the sound of this. "Was anyone injured?"
This time Amanda spoke up, "We're fine and the Klingons will be as well."
"Lieutenant Thundera, did you witness any of this?" Isabel thought it might be good to see if her Chief Security/Tactical Officer had witnessed anything.
Cheetara shook her head, "No Captain. Some of my officers showed up after the fact at the request of Commander Hunt."
Isabel sighed, "Very well." Now she addressed everyone, turning to meet each person's eye, "From now on, if at all possible, avoid any more conflicts with the Klingons, or anyone else. I realize that in some situations defending yourself or others is necessary, however we are also here as guests of the Direidi... I'd rather not leave them with a sour taste in their mouth regarding the actions of StarFleet officers."
She let her words sink in, watching her crew. She could tell some of them weren't very happy about what she'd just said, but it couldn't be helped. They were lucky an official StarFleet Diplomatic Officer hadn't been with them.... Isabel hated to think what a Diplomatic Officer would've said about the matter.
Regardless, it was time to move on to more important matters. "Alright, I'm sure you're all anxious to get started searching the rooms and the hotel. I'll be splitting you up into groups of two for the search and giving you specific areas. Be thorough and log anything you find. We'll meet back in the Hotel Conference Lounge at 1700 hours to consider what we've found."
Seeing them nod, Isabel continued with the search teams, "Commander Hunt and Ensign Rayne, you'll have Rooms 212 and 221; Lieutenant Barrett and Lieutenant JG Treharne will have Rooms 312 and 321; Lieutenant Peters and Lieutenant JG Grayson will have rooms 412 and 421; Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm, Lieutenant Thundera, and Mr. Thomas will have the hotel grounds; Mr. Soren and I will take care of other areas in the hotel."
"Unless there are any questions, let's get started," Isabel said.
OFF: You can find little clues as to the whereabouts of the survey team if you want - if it's something really big, please ask me first.
Refer back to my post on page 5 of this mission for who was in which room.
Tag Crew!
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel>>
<Hallway, 1405, Day 3>
The fight with the Klingons had left a sour taste in his mouth; he knew that somethign was going on with the Klingons he just didn't know what it was yet. They set off toward the new wing, hoping to find clues quickly as to what happened to the crew of the other Federation starship.
"You didn't waste any time with the Klingons, did you?"
Jason shrugged. Truth be told the fight was completely out of his mind. It had been breif and to be honest, Darkhelm had the situation way in control before it could have even gotten close to out of control. Flipping open his tricorder he began to scan the surrounding hallway. So far nothing was amiss.
"I didn't really think about it, I just did what I had to do...besides, it was just 4 Klingons."
"Against a CMO and an OPs cheif, I knew she was good but your file was slightly lacking in its explaination of your talents."
"Just what I do," Jason smiled. "Come on, lets keep moving. This whole planet gives me the creeps."
OFF:
<Hallway, 1405, Day 3>
The fight with the Klingons had left a sour taste in his mouth; he knew that somethign was going on with the Klingons he just didn't know what it was yet. They set off toward the new wing, hoping to find clues quickly as to what happened to the crew of the other Federation starship.
"You didn't waste any time with the Klingons, did you?"
Jason shrugged. Truth be told the fight was completely out of his mind. It had been breif and to be honest, Darkhelm had the situation way in control before it could have even gotten close to out of control. Flipping open his tricorder he began to scan the surrounding hallway. So far nothing was amiss.
"I didn't really think about it, I just did what I had to do...besides, it was just 4 Klingons."
"Against a CMO and an OPs cheif, I knew she was good but your file was slightly lacking in its explaination of your talents."
"Just what I do," Jason smiled. "Come on, lets keep moving. This whole planet gives me the creeps."
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel>>
<Hotel Grounds, 1405, Day 3>
"What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?" Brice asked, as he, Amanda, and Thundra headed out toward the main lobby.
"Clues, what else."
Brice shot Amanda an annoyed look.
"Interesting the way that you handled yourself with those Klingons, I thought that you were a doctor, not a commando."
"I used to be a Marine," Amanda shrugged, stopping as thier party exited the main lobby and ended up in the front of the hotel. Brice looked around, like everything else on the planet the room appeared to be peaceful and calming. He didn't like the way that felt at all.
"So, what should we do? Just fan out and start asking questions?"
"Seems like as good a place as any to start."
And off they went.
OFF
<Hotel Grounds, 1405, Day 3>
"What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?" Brice asked, as he, Amanda, and Thundra headed out toward the main lobby.
"Clues, what else."
Brice shot Amanda an annoyed look.
"Interesting the way that you handled yourself with those Klingons, I thought that you were a doctor, not a commando."
"I used to be a Marine," Amanda shrugged, stopping as thier party exited the main lobby and ended up in the front of the hotel. Brice looked around, like everything else on the planet the room appeared to be peaceful and calming. He didn't like the way that felt at all.
"So, what should we do? Just fan out and start asking questions?"
"Seems like as good a place as any to start."
And off they went.
OFF
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Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel>>
<Hotel Grounds, 1405, Day 3>
Though Amanda would be the first to admit that she wasn't the best at solving mysteries; at least not mysteries like this one. Her forray was the medical field, not stumping around on some planet. She really did long to be back in sickbay.
"So, what exactly are we looking for?" Brice asked.
The front area of the grounds was immuclately cleaned and well maintained. From looking at it didn't appear that anything was amiss. But then again Amanda knew that wasn't the case, otherwise why would they be here.
"Pretty much anything out of the ordinary."
OFF: Adjusted as requested:-)
<Hotel Grounds, 1405, Day 3>
Though Amanda would be the first to admit that she wasn't the best at solving mysteries; at least not mysteries like this one. Her forray was the medical field, not stumping around on some planet. She really did long to be back in sickbay.
"So, what exactly are we looking for?" Brice asked.
The front area of the grounds was immuclately cleaned and well maintained. From looking at it didn't appear that anything was amiss. But then again Amanda knew that wasn't the case, otherwise why would they be here.
"Pretty much anything out of the ordinary."
OFF: Adjusted as requested:-)
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Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel>>
<Room 221, 1410, Day 3>
Mason and Rayne walked off down the corridor first coming to room 212. This room according to the padd was the room of the ship?s executive officer. It was ironic that the two had the luxury of searching this room first.
?Rayne, let?s get a scan on the room first.? Said Mason looking around making sure they were the only two around. He had the feeling someone or something was watching them.
<Tag Rayne>
?All right lets go in phasers to stun. I will take lead continue scanning as we go.? Said Mason.
The XO gently turned the knob, it was a new one but Mason found it odd that it squeaked as much as it did which only meant someone had been here recently. According to the additional information on the padd no one had entered the room since the crew disappeared.
Clothes and a few uniforms were lying on the floor near the bed, the replicator console continued to flicker on and off with only a beverage half full on the on the platform. Now even Hunt knew that Starfleet officers were trained to be neat and clean but the amount of mess shocked even him.
?It looks like someone had a wild party here. Take pictures on your tricorder Mr. Rayne (seeing what looked to be a box under a pillow under the mattress).? Said Hunt.
He reached out for it and pulled it back placing it onto a table. Inside contained pictures of family and friends some Mason knew former academy cadets he knew. The two searched for hours not finding anything that would explain the crew?s disappearance.
[Room 212]
The depth of the mystery here was beginning to be more thicker as Mason and Rayne entered room 212.
?This was the skipper?s room. Wow my room is no where this big (He said smirking). Let?s begin our search in the living quarters. Rayne you begin there I will check out his bedroom.?
OFF: Tag Rayne
<Room 221, 1410, Day 3>
Mason and Rayne walked off down the corridor first coming to room 212. This room according to the padd was the room of the ship?s executive officer. It was ironic that the two had the luxury of searching this room first.
?Rayne, let?s get a scan on the room first.? Said Mason looking around making sure they were the only two around. He had the feeling someone or something was watching them.
<Tag Rayne>
?All right lets go in phasers to stun. I will take lead continue scanning as we go.? Said Mason.
The XO gently turned the knob, it was a new one but Mason found it odd that it squeaked as much as it did which only meant someone had been here recently. According to the additional information on the padd no one had entered the room since the crew disappeared.
Clothes and a few uniforms were lying on the floor near the bed, the replicator console continued to flicker on and off with only a beverage half full on the on the platform. Now even Hunt knew that Starfleet officers were trained to be neat and clean but the amount of mess shocked even him.
?It looks like someone had a wild party here. Take pictures on your tricorder Mr. Rayne (seeing what looked to be a box under a pillow under the mattress).? Said Hunt.
He reached out for it and pulled it back placing it onto a table. Inside contained pictures of family and friends some Mason knew former academy cadets he knew. The two searched for hours not finding anything that would explain the crew?s disappearance.
[Room 212]
The depth of the mystery here was beginning to be more thicker as Mason and Rayne entered room 212.
?This was the skipper?s room. Wow my room is no where this big (He said smirking). Let?s begin our search in the living quarters. Rayne you begin there I will check out his bedroom.?
OFF: Tag Rayne
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B