<<USS Malinche-B>>
<T'serra's Quarters heading towards Main Engineering,1220 Hours, Day 20>
T'serra was busy grabbing somethings when she heard Grayson over the comm stating that he was pinned down near the Engineering power coupling. As quickly as she could T'serra grabbed her phaser and stuck it in it's holster at her side grabbed a device she had finished working on a few days ago and stuck that next to her phaser before she bolted out the door to look for a spare phaser rifle she could use. Knowing that there was a small panel with a few inside it near by T'serra quickly ran over to it and opened it up hoping there was a rifle still left in there. Finding one T'serra made her way over to a Jefferies Tube hatch and climbed inside.
=/\= T'serra: Ensign T'serra to Lt. Grayson How long do you think you can hold out I should be on Engineering deck in a few minutes with a little suprise. =/\=
Grayson: <?>
<Jefferies Tube, 1225>
Five minutes pasted and T'serra was still inside the Jerreries Tube climbing down to the Engineering Deck she knew she might be doing something stupid and that she might get killed but she didn't care she was going to help someone she concidered a friend. Despite the rocking of the ship T'serra continued to climb down to the Engineering Deck as carefully as she could without slowing down much, She hoped that Lt. Grayson would still be alive when she made it there.
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By The Way The little suprise is a 24 century version of a flash-bang ^_^ this should liven up the party a bit. If the Captain doesn't mind that is.
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ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, Day 20, 1215>
Cheetara kept getting rocked back and forth as things were blowing up all around her. She managed to stay 'locked' at her station trying to return fire as quickly as possible. These other ships where a little bit faster, but with the moves that Abubakar was doing quickly was giving her the position she needed to get more direct shots to the enemies. Her console flashed a messaged for the next quick turn. She held onto her station as the ship spun around and tapped a few buttons sending out a volley of phasers and photon torpedoes to the attacking ships. She continued firing but the hits weren't doing much damage.
"Captain. We can't keep this up much longer. The phaser and photon torpedoes aren't having much effect."
Another quick move warning came onto her panel.
"Hold on everyone" Cheetara yelled quickly.
This ship took a 160 degree turn diving the ship upside down. Cheetara quickly sent out a volley of quantum torpedoes at the attacking ships. All of a sudden there was a bomb detected and quickly transported off the ship, but it was too close to the upper port nacell. Cheetara then got a security message on her console about the intruders making their way to Main Engineering.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna and security teams, hurry and get to Engineering. They intruders are slowly burning through the forcefields."
<1230>
The attacking ships had suddenly stopped and began leaving as damage reports had started flooding in. Just when she thought they'd get a moments rest, one of the ships was heading back for another pass, or possible to pick up their crew. With the aft upper port shields offline, and the rest down to only about 30%, Cheetara had to think quick of how to get some emergency power to those shields to handle another volley from them. She quickly began diverting power from nonuseful areas at the moment to the forward shields. Helm was slowly turning the ship with the thrustes in order to try to get them away from the nacelles.
"Hold on everyone, this is gonna be a nasty explosion", Cheetara yelled over top of all the noise from all of the damage and klaxons going off.
She sent a message to held for a quick thruster move to the left. The enemy ship was getting closer and closer. She locked onto the ship in quick spurts with a tractor beam from the main deflector dish in order to push them away and avoid being hit as she let out a full volley of phasers and torpedoes.
"Captain, the ship is fleeing. I detected two of the enemy lifesigns being transported off of the ship." Cheetara yelled over the noise.
"Where's the other one?" Kersare questioned.
"I'm not really sure yet Ma'am. It's hard with the sensors to tell because of all the damage we've taken." Cheetara replied as she began searching.
"Bridge to Engineering, what's going on down there? " said Kersare sending a comm message to get some answers.
There seemed to be no answer, just some quiet.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?
The message was coming in all static and jumbled.
"Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear" Cheetara spoke back throught the comm to P'ayanna hoping she could hear her.
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<<Bridge, Day 20, 1215>
Cheetara kept getting rocked back and forth as things were blowing up all around her. She managed to stay 'locked' at her station trying to return fire as quickly as possible. These other ships where a little bit faster, but with the moves that Abubakar was doing quickly was giving her the position she needed to get more direct shots to the enemies. Her console flashed a messaged for the next quick turn. She held onto her station as the ship spun around and tapped a few buttons sending out a volley of phasers and photon torpedoes to the attacking ships. She continued firing but the hits weren't doing much damage.
"Captain. We can't keep this up much longer. The phaser and photon torpedoes aren't having much effect."
Another quick move warning came onto her panel.
"Hold on everyone" Cheetara yelled quickly.
This ship took a 160 degree turn diving the ship upside down. Cheetara quickly sent out a volley of quantum torpedoes at the attacking ships. All of a sudden there was a bomb detected and quickly transported off the ship, but it was too close to the upper port nacell. Cheetara then got a security message on her console about the intruders making their way to Main Engineering.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna and security teams, hurry and get to Engineering. They intruders are slowly burning through the forcefields."
<1230>
The attacking ships had suddenly stopped and began leaving as damage reports had started flooding in. Just when she thought they'd get a moments rest, one of the ships was heading back for another pass, or possible to pick up their crew. With the aft upper port shields offline, and the rest down to only about 30%, Cheetara had to think quick of how to get some emergency power to those shields to handle another volley from them. She quickly began diverting power from nonuseful areas at the moment to the forward shields. Helm was slowly turning the ship with the thrustes in order to try to get them away from the nacelles.
"Hold on everyone, this is gonna be a nasty explosion", Cheetara yelled over top of all the noise from all of the damage and klaxons going off.
She sent a message to held for a quick thruster move to the left. The enemy ship was getting closer and closer. She locked onto the ship in quick spurts with a tractor beam from the main deflector dish in order to push them away and avoid being hit as she let out a full volley of phasers and torpedoes.
"Captain, the ship is fleeing. I detected two of the enemy lifesigns being transported off of the ship." Cheetara yelled over the noise.
"Where's the other one?" Kersare questioned.
"I'm not really sure yet Ma'am. It's hard with the sensors to tell because of all the damage we've taken." Cheetara replied as she began searching.
"Bridge to Engineering, what's going on down there? " said Kersare sending a comm message to get some answers.
There seemed to be no answer, just some quiet.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?
The message was coming in all static and jumbled.
"Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear" Cheetara spoke back throught the comm to P'ayanna hoping she could hear her.
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ON Bridge 1228 Day 20.
Reading Thndera's message, Abubakar hammered everything he could into the starboard thrusters, rolling the mammoth starship to port for the firing pattern. He quickly switched power to the port thusters to stabilize the roll, otherwise the ship would have continued a slow rotation.
Still wincing occasionaly with the pain from his burn after his console had sprayed him, Abubakar finally managed to get a complete systems report out of the computer.
"Captain, damage control reports they have a full team on the imulse manifold, estimated twenty or so minutes until the drive can be readied again"
The ship shook slightly as it was still taking a pelting from the one small ship that was no doubt trying to retrieve its missing crewmember. His console lit up blue from the light coming from the viewscreen as a volley of Quantum torps screamed out to space, one of them striking the enemy vessel. A small explosion could be seen on the ship and it began to veer of course, hapharzadly, a long tail of burning deuterium and plasma trailing behind it, the ship suddenly changed direction as if they had regained control and it shot off towards Celtron again. "Enemy in retreat Captain" Abubakar reported.
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He continued his report, "Warp drive is funtional, but that nacelle is going to need to be stabilized. Damage control teams are heading there now and report approximatly one hours work." He turned round to face his Captain, "not bad considering" he added with a smug smile.
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Reading Thndera's message, Abubakar hammered everything he could into the starboard thrusters, rolling the mammoth starship to port for the firing pattern. He quickly switched power to the port thusters to stabilize the roll, otherwise the ship would have continued a slow rotation.
Still wincing occasionaly with the pain from his burn after his console had sprayed him, Abubakar finally managed to get a complete systems report out of the computer.
"Captain, damage control reports they have a full team on the imulse manifold, estimated twenty or so minutes until the drive can be readied again"
The ship shook slightly as it was still taking a pelting from the one small ship that was no doubt trying to retrieve its missing crewmember. His console lit up blue from the light coming from the viewscreen as a volley of Quantum torps screamed out to space, one of them striking the enemy vessel. A small explosion could be seen on the ship and it began to veer of course, hapharzadly, a long tail of burning deuterium and plasma trailing behind it, the ship suddenly changed direction as if they had regained control and it shot off towards Celtron again. "Enemy in retreat Captain" Abubakar reported.
<Tag Captain>
He continued his report, "Warp drive is funtional, but that nacelle is going to need to be stabilized. Damage control teams are heading there now and report approximatly one hours work." He turned round to face his Captain, "not bad considering" he added with a smug smile.
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"Bridge to Engineering, what's going on down there? " said Kersare sending a comm message to get some answers.
There seemed to be no answer, just some quiet.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?
The message was coming in all static and jumbled.
"Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear" Cheetara spoke back throught the comm to P'ayanna hoping she could hear her.
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[Day 20, 1220]
With a Phaser-II in one hand and a meqleH in the other, P'ayanna silently moved to the next corner. By sound and smell, her enemy was near and he was Klingon, as no tlhIngan be' would ever allow her body to smell like such HuH. In fact, she was fairly certain that she would face three enemies, which held no fear for her.
Motioning with her phaser hand, she told the other two patrols with her to take a covering position. Although she'd rather charge in and meet them with blades, she knew that she would face disruptor weapons and, therefore, needed ready allies.
Moments later, the lights sparked and then went out, leaving P'ayanna to her other four senses. Highly adapted to hunting in the night, she was comfortable in the surroundings, making her way by the flickers of the broken EPS conduits and other electrostatic discharges.
Her enemy was overconfident. Assuming that no Starfleet petaQ could sneak up on them, they were focused on overloading the containment fields that protected Engineering. She would, therefore, wait to announce her presence and gut them where they stood. Every hair on her neck and arms stood straight with the anticipation of battle as she prepared to defeat her enemies.
Carefully choosing her steps, P'ayanna barely breathed as she closed the ten or so meters separating her from her prey. The one on the left, a being of an unknown species, would be first to die, as he was least distracted by the attempts to breach the ship's defenses. The second, probably a To'Ma, would fall soon after. That would leave her to face the Klingon warrior on even terms.
Six meters away, she stopped in her tracks and sensed no alertment from the trio. Slowly inhaling, she lifted her left foot and moved it one step closer. Suddenly, without warning, her commbadge blared with the voice of her Chief Security Officer. "Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?"
"ghuy'cha'," she cursed, leaping forward and barely parrying the Klingon warrior's blade as she shot one of the surprised To'Ma, dropping his squealing and cowardly waste of a body to the deck.
Barely ducking a disruptor shot from the second To'Ma, P'ayanna's commbadge came to life again. "Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear."
The Klingon was unable to free his Daqtagh from P'ayanna's meqleH, so he delivered a heavy fist to her face, crushing her nose and splattering blood in all directions. It was a mixed blessing for P'ayanna, as the mess caused the To'Ma yIntagh to drop his weapon and cover his eyes. That was it's last living act, as she shot it, too. Dropping the phaser, she whipped out her Daqtagh and drove it into the shoulder of the Klingon.
To his credit, he was brave and nimble. Even wounded, he had the presence of mind to catch P'ayanna's legs in his and use his knee to throw her body away from him. If he could make it a grappling battle, the smaller Klingon would die; he would see to it.
It didn't work. Accustomed to regular whoopings at the hands, and feet, of her much larger brothers, she knew precisely how to use her agility to twist out of compromising situations. Rolling along her knee, she separated their weapons and faced him, two blades to his one.
He charged forward, hoping to parry her weapon and then to use his body to crush her into a bulkhead and, therefore, gain the upper hand. Knowing that he had only one blade, she deflected it and then crouched, taking a knee to the head. It didn't matter, as her return strike was a mortal blow; she drove her Daqtagh, her hand along with it, up into his abdomen and deep into his chest cavity. Only then did she answer Lieutenant Thundera. "I have killed them, Lieutenant."
OFF: Tag Cheetara
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USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
"Bridge to Engineering, what's going on down there? " said Kersare sending a comm message to get some answers.
There seemed to be no answer, just some quiet.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?
The message was coming in all static and jumbled.
"Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear" Cheetara spoke back throught the comm to P'ayanna hoping she could hear her.
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[Day 20, 1220]
With a Phaser-II in one hand and a meqleH in the other, P'ayanna silently moved to the next corner. By sound and smell, her enemy was near and he was Klingon, as no tlhIngan be' would ever allow her body to smell like such HuH. In fact, she was fairly certain that she would face three enemies, which held no fear for her.
Motioning with her phaser hand, she told the other two patrols with her to take a covering position. Although she'd rather charge in and meet them with blades, she knew that she would face disruptor weapons and, therefore, needed ready allies.
Moments later, the lights sparked and then went out, leaving P'ayanna to her other four senses. Highly adapted to hunting in the night, she was comfortable in the surroundings, making her way by the flickers of the broken EPS conduits and other electrostatic discharges.
Her enemy was overconfident. Assuming that no Starfleet petaQ could sneak up on them, they were focused on overloading the containment fields that protected Engineering. She would, therefore, wait to announce her presence and gut them where they stood. Every hair on her neck and arms stood straight with the anticipation of battle as she prepared to defeat her enemies.
Carefully choosing her steps, P'ayanna barely breathed as she closed the ten or so meters separating her from her prey. The one on the left, a being of an unknown species, would be first to die, as he was least distracted by the attempts to breach the ship's defenses. The second, probably a To'Ma, would fall soon after. That would leave her to face the Klingon warrior on even terms.
Six meters away, she stopped in her tracks and sensed no alertment from the trio. Slowly inhaling, she lifted her left foot and moved it one step closer. Suddenly, without warning, her commbadge blared with the voice of her Chief Security Officer. "Cheetara to P'ayanna. What is your status. Where is the other intruder?"
"ghuy'cha'," she cursed, leaping forward and barely parrying the Klingon warrior's blade as she shot one of the surprised To'Ma, dropping his squealing and cowardly waste of a body to the deck.
Barely ducking a disruptor shot from the second To'Ma, P'ayanna's commbadge came to life again. "Please repeat. Tranmission wasn't clear."
The Klingon was unable to free his Daqtagh from P'ayanna's meqleH, so he delivered a heavy fist to her face, crushing her nose and splattering blood in all directions. It was a mixed blessing for P'ayanna, as the mess caused the To'Ma yIntagh to drop his weapon and cover his eyes. That was it's last living act, as she shot it, too. Dropping the phaser, she whipped out her Daqtagh and drove it into the shoulder of the Klingon.
To his credit, he was brave and nimble. Even wounded, he had the presence of mind to catch P'ayanna's legs in his and use his knee to throw her body away from him. If he could make it a grappling battle, the smaller Klingon would die; he would see to it.
It didn't work. Accustomed to regular whoopings at the hands, and feet, of her much larger brothers, she knew precisely how to use her agility to twist out of compromising situations. Rolling along her knee, she separated their weapons and faced him, two blades to his one.
He charged forward, hoping to parry her weapon and then to use his body to crush her into a bulkhead and, therefore, gain the upper hand. Knowing that he had only one blade, she deflected it and then crouched, taking a knee to the head. It didn't matter, as her return strike was a mortal blow; she drove her Daqtagh, her hand along with it, up into his abdomen and deep into his chest cavity. Only then did she answer Lieutenant Thundera. "I have killed them, Lieutenant."
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P'ayanna wrote:
He charged forward, hoping to parry her weapon and then to use his body to crush her into a bulkhead and, therefore, gain the upper hand. Knowing that he had only one blade, she deflected it and then crouched, taking a knee to the head. It didn't matter, as her return strike was a mortal blow; she drove her Daqtagh, her hand along with it, up into his abdomen and deep into his chest cavity. Only then did she answer Lieutenant Thundera. "I have killed them, Lieutenant."
ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, Day 20, 1245>
It had taken P'ayanna rougly 10 minutes to finally answer with a clear message through the comm. Cheetara was thrown by what P'ayanna had said about the intruders. Atleast now she knew that none of them had been transported off.
Turning to look at the Captain, "Well, so much for an inquizition then huh?" then chuckled a little.
Cheetara listened as the captain started shouting out orders. When she was finished, she contacted P'ayanna again.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna What's your status?"
{tag}
"Alright, when you're done that. Increase security in EVERY major area of the ship. I'm on my way down to see what I can do about help with the repairs in engineering. Cheetara out."
<Main Engineering Lower Level, 1315>
Finally arriving at Engineering, Cheetara walked in and looked around. She was amazed at the amount of damage that had actually been done. She saw a young Ensign and walked over to him.
"Where is Ms. Harrison?" she questioned him in her normal blank tone.
"She's over there," he said pointing.
She walked over slowly climbing over and stepping around debris from many exploded consoles.
"I'm here to help Harrison. Where would you like me to start?" Cheetara asked.
{tag}
"Ok" she replied as she walked across the room to begin helping with repairs.
OFF: It's a little short, but I'm very sleepy. TAG
He charged forward, hoping to parry her weapon and then to use his body to crush her into a bulkhead and, therefore, gain the upper hand. Knowing that he had only one blade, she deflected it and then crouched, taking a knee to the head. It didn't matter, as her return strike was a mortal blow; she drove her Daqtagh, her hand along with it, up into his abdomen and deep into his chest cavity. Only then did she answer Lieutenant Thundera. "I have killed them, Lieutenant."
ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, Day 20, 1245>
It had taken P'ayanna rougly 10 minutes to finally answer with a clear message through the comm. Cheetara was thrown by what P'ayanna had said about the intruders. Atleast now she knew that none of them had been transported off.
Turning to look at the Captain, "Well, so much for an inquizition then huh?" then chuckled a little.
Cheetara listened as the captain started shouting out orders. When she was finished, she contacted P'ayanna again.
"Cheetara to P'ayanna What's your status?"
{tag}
"Alright, when you're done that. Increase security in EVERY major area of the ship. I'm on my way down to see what I can do about help with the repairs in engineering. Cheetara out."
<Main Engineering Lower Level, 1315>
Finally arriving at Engineering, Cheetara walked in and looked around. She was amazed at the amount of damage that had actually been done. She saw a young Ensign and walked over to him.
"Where is Ms. Harrison?" she questioned him in her normal blank tone.
"She's over there," he said pointing.
She walked over slowly climbing over and stepping around debris from many exploded consoles.
"I'm here to help Harrison. Where would you like me to start?" Cheetara asked.
{tag}
"Ok" she replied as she walked across the room to begin helping with repairs.
OFF: It's a little short, but I'm very sleepy. TAG
Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38997-A
Two sat in her office in engineering. The shields had slowed the intruders some but not enough. She wished that the corridors, especially down here, had some form of gas which she could turn on to stop them in their tracks. The only problem with that would be that there was no true sleeping gas--each of the gasses would only slow a few down while at the same time, kill others. Maybe that would be something that Petra could do.
She couldn't turn it on down here. Again, it would kill some of her crew. The whole point of this was to protect Engineering. Maybe P'ayanna would have some suggestions about that issue.
Her solution was to arm part of the engineers with whatever weapons they could find. There were a few in the engineering department but not a lot. Usually, Security was the one who did the major protection of an area. But security wasn't down here. Engineers were.
She pulled up her people to quickly determine who to give weapons to. She would get one because of her abilities to take a higher shot to stun. She was not as good as a sniper, but she was not that bad.
TEN WEAPONS??? All they had down here was ten phasers? Not even any phaser 2s? Well, she opened up the crawl space in her office where the weapons had been stationed since the Mali had been build. Most people forgot that they were there. She had herself, but...
She called out nine people. They quickly made their way to her location. She pointed them to a spot around the doors where they could train weapons on the first person who came through. As they were told where to go and what she wanted them to do, they moved away at a running pace. She then took her position up.
They were ready. Not totally well prepared but they had a plan, if one could call it that. The orders were extremely vague to those on the first floor: "Don't shoot until they culd see the whites of their eyes." Second floors were to allow a couple of them to enter before blasting them to kingdom come. Everyone else scurried around to make themselves very inconspicuous.
She couldn't turn it on down here. Again, it would kill some of her crew. The whole point of this was to protect Engineering. Maybe P'ayanna would have some suggestions about that issue.
Her solution was to arm part of the engineers with whatever weapons they could find. There were a few in the engineering department but not a lot. Usually, Security was the one who did the major protection of an area. But security wasn't down here. Engineers were.
She pulled up her people to quickly determine who to give weapons to. She would get one because of her abilities to take a higher shot to stun. She was not as good as a sniper, but she was not that bad.
TEN WEAPONS??? All they had down here was ten phasers? Not even any phaser 2s? Well, she opened up the crawl space in her office where the weapons had been stationed since the Mali had been build. Most people forgot that they were there. She had herself, but...
She called out nine people. They quickly made their way to her location. She pointed them to a spot around the doors where they could train weapons on the first person who came through. As they were told where to go and what she wanted them to do, they moved away at a running pace. She then took her position up.
They were ready. Not totally well prepared but they had a plan, if one could call it that. The orders were extremely vague to those on the first floor: "Don't shoot until they culd see the whites of their eyes." Second floors were to allow a couple of them to enter before blasting them to kingdom come. Everyone else scurried around to make themselves very inconspicuous.
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<Sickbay, Day 20, 1315>
Grayson had listened to P'ayanna idea about the prisoner interrogation and smiled to himself. "The bad cop, good cop technique," he thought. "Could work," decided he. He resolved to approach P'ayanna to offer himself to be her partner in the interrogation.
"Commander, Cadet," said Mark, greeting them. "Sir, I think the cadet's idea has merit and since I'm trained in interrogation techniques, I'm the one that should accompany her," he told Hunt.
"Make it so," Hunt ordered.
P'ayanna snorted and then turned to Grayson. "I will speak to this petaQ. When you intervene, you must be angry and literally order me to leave so that he thinks you and I are enemies."
"Don't worry, Cadet... This technique is also used by humans. Actually is a very old technique. I know how it works."
P'ayanna nodded and then spun on her heel. "Where is this petaQ? How did he survive when the others did not! You!" She briskly moved forward, brushing one of the doctors out of the way and drawing her Daqtagh. "Now, you will die!"
"Cadet, stop right there, we need him alive!", said Mark using his dramatic abilities. "Leave him alone, that's an order!"
"Perhaps you will join him, yIntagh! This chemvaH is still alive; this is an affront to all that is Klingon!"
"Do you dare threat me, cadet?" Mark's tone of voice was pure rage, but his eyes were locked in the prisoner's reaction. "I will kill you if you threaten me again," said him, bringing his phaser up.
"I do not fear you." With a snappish motion, P'ayanna tore the phaser from his hand and glared into Grayson's eyes. It was all she could do not to break into a smile, so she threw the weapon onto the deck and stormed out of sickbay, leaving Grayson to speak to the prisoner.
<Outside Sickbay, Day 20, 1330-ish>
?Understood, Grayson out.? Mark looked at P?ayanna. ?The technique worked fine, Cadet. He?s crying like baby now. He just wants you away from him," said he, with a smile on his face.
"I am not surprised. The cowardly are easily manipulated by their fear." She folded her arms and asked, "do we know where to find this Garshon Trelin?"
"That, we do."
"Then it is time to prepare for more battle." After, P'ayanna didn't say, her nose was patched up. Moments were slipping by and she was running out of time before she would need to be ready to fight again.
"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
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USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Grayson had listened to P'ayanna idea about the prisoner interrogation and smiled to himself. "The bad cop, good cop technique," he thought. "Could work," decided he. He resolved to approach P'ayanna to offer himself to be her partner in the interrogation.
"Commander, Cadet," said Mark, greeting them. "Sir, I think the cadet's idea has merit and since I'm trained in interrogation techniques, I'm the one that should accompany her," he told Hunt.
"Make it so," Hunt ordered.
P'ayanna snorted and then turned to Grayson. "I will speak to this petaQ. When you intervene, you must be angry and literally order me to leave so that he thinks you and I are enemies."
"Don't worry, Cadet... This technique is also used by humans. Actually is a very old technique. I know how it works."
P'ayanna nodded and then spun on her heel. "Where is this petaQ? How did he survive when the others did not! You!" She briskly moved forward, brushing one of the doctors out of the way and drawing her Daqtagh. "Now, you will die!"
"Cadet, stop right there, we need him alive!", said Mark using his dramatic abilities. "Leave him alone, that's an order!"
"Perhaps you will join him, yIntagh! This chemvaH is still alive; this is an affront to all that is Klingon!"
"Do you dare threat me, cadet?" Mark's tone of voice was pure rage, but his eyes were locked in the prisoner's reaction. "I will kill you if you threaten me again," said him, bringing his phaser up.
"I do not fear you." With a snappish motion, P'ayanna tore the phaser from his hand and glared into Grayson's eyes. It was all she could do not to break into a smile, so she threw the weapon onto the deck and stormed out of sickbay, leaving Grayson to speak to the prisoner.
<Outside Sickbay, Day 20, 1330-ish>
?Understood, Grayson out.? Mark looked at P?ayanna. ?The technique worked fine, Cadet. He?s crying like baby now. He just wants you away from him," said he, with a smile on his face.
"I am not surprised. The cowardly are easily manipulated by their fear." She folded her arms and asked, "do we know where to find this Garshon Trelin?"
"That, we do."
"Then it is time to prepare for more battle." After, P'ayanna didn't say, her nose was patched up. Moments were slipping by and she was running out of time before she would need to be ready to fight again.
"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
OFF:
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
<USS Malinche>
<Sickbay, Day 20, 1315>
OLD:
"I do not fear you." With a snappish motion, P'ayanna tore the phaser from his hand and glared into Grayson's eyes. It was all she could do not to break into a smile, so she threw the weapon onto the deck and stormed out of sickbay, leaving Grayson to speak to the prisoner.
NEW:
Mark grabbed his phaser and put back on his hip before turning to face the prisoner. ?You don?t you know how lucky you were I was around?, said him, ?She would rip your arms off and hit you with them until you were dead. Damn Klingons?.
The prisoner blinked, fearful. P?ayanna?s show had worked well. The intruder was on edge of cracking. All Mark needed to do was to give a small push.
?What?s your name?? said Mark, amiably.
The prisoner remained silent.
?Hey, I just saved your life. At least tell you name?, Mark moved to sat beside the intruder.
The man glared at Mark, trying to figure out what were his intentions. After some time he spoke, ?My name is Tretlian? (NPC)
?Ok, Tretlian. You know, I don?t think I can?t control her if she decides to cut your head off and drinks your blood. You know Klingons have a thing for their enemies? blood, don?t you?
Tretlian swallowed hard. ?I? I know Klingons and their fury?, answered him, looking nervous.
Mark got up, suddenly, making the To?Ma jump. ?Look, I don?t like her or her race. Do you see all these bruises on me? She did that to me.?
The celtronian looked at Mark?s bruised face and his eyes widened. ?She hit a superior officer??, his voice was starting to show his fear.
?Imagine what will she do with you, that is her enemy?, Mark said, his voice raising. ?I think can save you, Tretlian?.
Treatlian blinked, swallowed hard and Mark could see him sweat. ?Ho- How do you intend to stop her??
?I need something to distract her. If she has more enemies to kill out there, maybe, she?ll forget about you. Can you help me??, Mark was preparing his trap.
The Celtronian looked hopeful. ?Of course, I can help; just? keep that monster away from me. I never approved the Klingons help, anyway.? Treatlian was starting to think Mark was on his side.
?Yes, the House of Raktor, they are the cadet?s sworn enemies?, said the Intelligence Officer leaning on the Sickbay wall, facing Treatlian. He decided to gamble a little. ?Garshon Trelin kidnap was planned by them, wasn?t it??
Treatlian suddenly realized Mark?s intention. ?I won?t say anything no more. You?re trying to get information from me!?
Mark forced his hand. ?No, Treatlian, I?m saving your life. If you prefer, I can let the Klingon enter and finish her job?. Mark start to move towards the Sickbay doors.
?WAIT!?, said Tretlian. Mark turned around to face the To?Ma. ?I will tell you what I know?.
Mark?s face became kind again. ?Where?s Garshon Trelin??
?He?s at the To'Ma forward command. He?s alive, I promise you!?
?How many Klingons are guarding the place??
The Celtronian hesitated. Mark tilted his head. ?Maybe you?ll answer that in your dying words, after P?ayanna is finished with you.? He turned around to leave the Sickbay again.
That exact moment, Tretlian resistance broke. ?NOOO, PLEASE! There?s fifteen Klingons and ten of my kind guarding him?. I?ll give you the coordinates, just? Just let me live!!?
The To?Ma wrote the coordinates into a Padd Mark had offered him. Mark decided to confirm the information.
?What are you not telling me, Tretlian??, insisted Mark in a menacing tone. ?P?ayanna is outside, with her blades. I don?t want to get out and say to her that you didn?t cooperated.?
?I told you everything!! I don?t know more!!?, yelled the Celtronian. He put his head on his hands and cried openly. ?I just wanted good things for my people! You have to believe me! I don?t want to die!?
?Don?t worry, Tretlian. I believe you?, said Mark before he left the Sickbay.
Outside, Mark grinned. He looked at P?ayanna and nodded. Then, he slapped his combadge. ?Grayson to Kersare.?
?Kersare here. News, Mark?? , came the voice of the captain.
?The prisoner talked. I have Garshon Trelin location?, said Mark. ?He confirmed to me that the Klingon House of Raktor is helping his faction and, it appears they have a lot of troopers down there.?
<<Tag Kersare>>
?Understood, Grayson out.? Mark looked at P?ayanna. ?The technique worked fine, Cadet. He?s crying like a baby now. He just want you away from him?, said him, with a smile on his face.
"I am not surprised. The cowardly are easily manipulated by their fear." She folded her arms and asked, "do we know where to find this Garshon Trelin?"
"That, we do."
"Then it is time to prepare for more battle." After, P'ayanna didn't say, her nose was patched up. Moments were slipping by and she was running out of time before she would need to be ready to fight again.
"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
OFF: Tag crew!
<Sickbay, Day 20, 1315>
OLD:
"I do not fear you." With a snappish motion, P'ayanna tore the phaser from his hand and glared into Grayson's eyes. It was all she could do not to break into a smile, so she threw the weapon onto the deck and stormed out of sickbay, leaving Grayson to speak to the prisoner.
NEW:
Mark grabbed his phaser and put back on his hip before turning to face the prisoner. ?You don?t you know how lucky you were I was around?, said him, ?She would rip your arms off and hit you with them until you were dead. Damn Klingons?.
The prisoner blinked, fearful. P?ayanna?s show had worked well. The intruder was on edge of cracking. All Mark needed to do was to give a small push.
?What?s your name?? said Mark, amiably.
The prisoner remained silent.
?Hey, I just saved your life. At least tell you name?, Mark moved to sat beside the intruder.
The man glared at Mark, trying to figure out what were his intentions. After some time he spoke, ?My name is Tretlian? (NPC)
?Ok, Tretlian. You know, I don?t think I can?t control her if she decides to cut your head off and drinks your blood. You know Klingons have a thing for their enemies? blood, don?t you?
Tretlian swallowed hard. ?I? I know Klingons and their fury?, answered him, looking nervous.
Mark got up, suddenly, making the To?Ma jump. ?Look, I don?t like her or her race. Do you see all these bruises on me? She did that to me.?
The celtronian looked at Mark?s bruised face and his eyes widened. ?She hit a superior officer??, his voice was starting to show his fear.
?Imagine what will she do with you, that is her enemy?, Mark said, his voice raising. ?I think can save you, Tretlian?.
Treatlian blinked, swallowed hard and Mark could see him sweat. ?Ho- How do you intend to stop her??
?I need something to distract her. If she has more enemies to kill out there, maybe, she?ll forget about you. Can you help me??, Mark was preparing his trap.
The Celtronian looked hopeful. ?Of course, I can help; just? keep that monster away from me. I never approved the Klingons help, anyway.? Treatlian was starting to think Mark was on his side.
?Yes, the House of Raktor, they are the cadet?s sworn enemies?, said the Intelligence Officer leaning on the Sickbay wall, facing Treatlian. He decided to gamble a little. ?Garshon Trelin kidnap was planned by them, wasn?t it??
Treatlian suddenly realized Mark?s intention. ?I won?t say anything no more. You?re trying to get information from me!?
Mark forced his hand. ?No, Treatlian, I?m saving your life. If you prefer, I can let the Klingon enter and finish her job?. Mark start to move towards the Sickbay doors.
?WAIT!?, said Tretlian. Mark turned around to face the To?Ma. ?I will tell you what I know?.
Mark?s face became kind again. ?Where?s Garshon Trelin??
?He?s at the To'Ma forward command. He?s alive, I promise you!?
?How many Klingons are guarding the place??
The Celtronian hesitated. Mark tilted his head. ?Maybe you?ll answer that in your dying words, after P?ayanna is finished with you.? He turned around to leave the Sickbay again.
That exact moment, Tretlian resistance broke. ?NOOO, PLEASE! There?s fifteen Klingons and ten of my kind guarding him?. I?ll give you the coordinates, just? Just let me live!!?
The To?Ma wrote the coordinates into a Padd Mark had offered him. Mark decided to confirm the information.
?What are you not telling me, Tretlian??, insisted Mark in a menacing tone. ?P?ayanna is outside, with her blades. I don?t want to get out and say to her that you didn?t cooperated.?
?I told you everything!! I don?t know more!!?, yelled the Celtronian. He put his head on his hands and cried openly. ?I just wanted good things for my people! You have to believe me! I don?t want to die!?
?Don?t worry, Tretlian. I believe you?, said Mark before he left the Sickbay.
Outside, Mark grinned. He looked at P?ayanna and nodded. Then, he slapped his combadge. ?Grayson to Kersare.?
?Kersare here. News, Mark?? , came the voice of the captain.
?The prisoner talked. I have Garshon Trelin location?, said Mark. ?He confirmed to me that the Klingon House of Raktor is helping his faction and, it appears they have a lot of troopers down there.?
<<Tag Kersare>>
?Understood, Grayson out.? Mark looked at P?ayanna. ?The technique worked fine, Cadet. He?s crying like a baby now. He just want you away from him?, said him, with a smile on his face.
"I am not surprised. The cowardly are easily manipulated by their fear." She folded her arms and asked, "do we know where to find this Garshon Trelin?"
"That, we do."
"Then it is time to prepare for more battle." After, P'ayanna didn't say, her nose was patched up. Moments were slipping by and she was running out of time before she would need to be ready to fight again.
"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
OFF: Tag crew!
Lieutenant Commander Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897
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"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
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<Passageway, Day 20, 1430>
Glad to know that Grayson had managed to get some information from that cowardly To'Ma, she found that their willingness to cave when captured made them absolutely repulsive creatures. A Klingon warrior, such as P'ayanna, would never allow herself to be captured in such a manner, and to betray comrades under mere threats spoke of a lack of courage that made P'ayanna sick to her stomach.
Stepping into sickbay, she stayed out of sight of the prisoner and swerved to the starboard side for treatment. She didn't need much, but wanted to ensure that her nose didn't erupt during the mission to rescue the gagny Garshon Trelin: another despicable petaQ. One who'd so thoroughly underestimated his enemies and failed to be ready for them was beneath contempt.
It took a moment or two for one of the medical staff to realize that she needed treatment, busy as they were with the aftermath of the attack. P'ayanna did not mind this at all, as there was no enemy at the gates for her to fight. Given the circumstances, it was just as well because a short respite would allow her to gather her thoughts.
OFF: <tag medical, the rest of the invisible Malinchites>
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
"If I do not see you before you go," Grayson told her, "then I hope you find glory and honor."
P'ayanna grinned, despite her smashed nose, and replied, "Qapla'."
NEW:
<Passageway, Day 20, 1430>
Glad to know that Grayson had managed to get some information from that cowardly To'Ma, she found that their willingness to cave when captured made them absolutely repulsive creatures. A Klingon warrior, such as P'ayanna, would never allow herself to be captured in such a manner, and to betray comrades under mere threats spoke of a lack of courage that made P'ayanna sick to her stomach.
Stepping into sickbay, she stayed out of sight of the prisoner and swerved to the starboard side for treatment. She didn't need much, but wanted to ensure that her nose didn't erupt during the mission to rescue the gagny Garshon Trelin: another despicable petaQ. One who'd so thoroughly underestimated his enemies and failed to be ready for them was beneath contempt.
It took a moment or two for one of the medical staff to realize that she needed treatment, busy as they were with the aftermath of the attack. P'ayanna did not mind this at all, as there was no enemy at the gates for her to fight. Given the circumstances, it was just as well because a short respite would allow her to gather her thoughts.
OFF: <tag medical, the rest of the invisible Malinchites>
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
<Engineering, Day 20, 1430>
Two watched as the answers to her questions about damage to the Mali. She had six teams of three engineers each ready to make repairs on the top six priority repair jobs. But when she saw that the nacelle was the biggest repair that was needed with the shields being the second, she changed her mind. Without the nacelle, the Mali was dead in the water, or space to be more accurate. Without the shielding, the Mali would explode with the littlest rock rupturing the hull.
"Teams one, two, three, and four, your job is to work on the nacelle. Teams five and six, you are to concentrate on the shields. When your relief teams come to relieve you, I want you to leave."
Someone coughed. Another one sneezed. This was not going over too well. Two understood. She had told them that when their relief came on, they were to leave.
"You will be a much better engineer if you are rested," she explained. "I want everyone to get a good night's sleep. The better you feel, the more work that you can get done in such a short time. Understood?"
She heard the "Yes, sir," and watched them exit Engineering. The relief engineers would be here in an hour but they had to get started. Two would stay where she was, working until she had to return back to her quarters. She knew that she would be more influential if she followed her own advice, but this was an emergency. If she left around 2000 hours, she would be better. To be at her prime, she had to leave by 1700. But this was an emergency time. Not right now.
Two watched as the answers to her questions about damage to the Mali. She had six teams of three engineers each ready to make repairs on the top six priority repair jobs. But when she saw that the nacelle was the biggest repair that was needed with the shields being the second, she changed her mind. Without the nacelle, the Mali was dead in the water, or space to be more accurate. Without the shielding, the Mali would explode with the littlest rock rupturing the hull.
"Teams one, two, three, and four, your job is to work on the nacelle. Teams five and six, you are to concentrate on the shields. When your relief teams come to relieve you, I want you to leave."
Someone coughed. Another one sneezed. This was not going over too well. Two understood. She had told them that when their relief came on, they were to leave.
"You will be a much better engineer if you are rested," she explained. "I want everyone to get a good night's sleep. The better you feel, the more work that you can get done in such a short time. Understood?"
She heard the "Yes, sir," and watched them exit Engineering. The relief engineers would be here in an hour but they had to get started. Two would stay where she was, working until she had to return back to her quarters. She knew that she would be more influential if she followed her own advice, but this was an emergency. If she left around 2000 hours, she would be better. To be at her prime, she had to leave by 1700. But this was an emergency time. Not right now.
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, Day 20, 1435>>
It took a moment or two for one of the medical staff to realize that she needed treatment, busy as they were with the aftermath of the attack. P'ayanna did not mind this at all, as there was no enemy at the gates for her to fight. Given the circumstances, it was just as well because a short respite would allow her to gather her thoughts.
Commander Hunt was the bridge tapping away at the command chair console, just wondering how the interogation was going with P'ayanna. Try as he might he thought he could wait to hear from her but he got and tapped his comm badge.
=/\=Computer, current location of Cadet P'ayanna=/\=
"Cadet P'ayanna is currently located in Main Sickbay." replied the computer ending its statement with a chime.
The XO left the bridge in a haste wondering why she was there after she was only going to question the prisoner. Mason walked in not seeing the security/tactical officer at first but then seeing her lying down with eyes closed and folded hands on her chest. It was with an odd feeling of caution that Hunt didn't know if it was safe for him to approch her for all he knew this was some kind of klingon meditation ritual. But there were too many unanswered questions and the Captain wanted answers as did he.
<<Sickbay, 1440>>
"Excuse me Cadet, am I disturbing you?"
"Sir!" P'ayanna sat up and put the back of her hand to her nose to keep it from bleeding again. "I was merely waiting," she told him, moving to stand; it was improper to lie there while the First Officer was speaking to her.
"At ease, Cadet rest that nose. What news on the prisoner?"
"Grayson has interrogated him and has some information for the Captain," she told him. "I do not know what he will report, although I believe he has found the location of Garshon Trelin. As for the prisoner, he will cooperate, so long as he fears me. We were... creative in our description of his circumstances."
Mason couldn't help but smile, as he pulled up a seat next to her.
"What will become of him after you get done drilling him for answers?"
"They are already treating his injuries. After this, I do not know; he is a Federation citizen, engaged in an illegal attack. If order can be restored, case law would have us turn him over to Celtronian authorities." She took a deep breath. "I am more disturbed by the fact that Klingons were involved in this betrayal."
"As am I, what would motivated them into getting invoived I mean there is no direct connection between the Celtron V government and the klingons. Then again these klingons were mercenies. Has there been any word from the klingon high command on this matter?"
P'ayanna shook her head. "They would rightly disavow any knowledge of this dishonor. juH raQ'tor, or House Raktor, is a broken one. Perhaps they are attempting to gain a world for the Empire and believe this will restore their previous position of honor."
His questions were not unlike those of Grayson, which was a good thing. In fact, she would have lauded them if she weren't so disappointed with herself for not having something truly valuable to share with either of them. "I regret that I am not more knowledgeable in this thing, sir. I have been out of the Empire for some time."
"That's alright, get that nose fixed and join me on the bridge. You, Grayson and myself need to track down the exact coordinates of where Garshon Trelin is not to mention putting together a rescue plan."
"Commander Darkhelm is also going, sir. Request to speak freely."
"I am disturbed that the Captain is sending a Doctor with the team. I had hoped that you would speak to her about this." In fact, she'd rather have the XO command the away team, but she'd let him come to that conclusion.
"A valid concern, Cadet we cannot afford to lose Darkhelm especially on this mission, as for me commanding the team she may object because teh Celtrons will only deal with the leader of any visting ship."
Mason knew she was right about the CO wanting him to command the team, but her having to do this herself but a hold on that idea. Hunt thought maybe there was another way he could command the team without off setting any rough feathers.
" I will talk to her."
P'ayanna smiled, despite the throbbing in her nose. "Thank you, sir," she told him. It might not have done any good in the long run, but at least he listened to her.
"Get some rest, Report to the bridge when the doctor has cleared you for duty."
"I will, sir," she replied. It wouldn't be much rest, this time, because they would need to be ready to rescue the prisoner on a moment's notice.
Mason left her being attended to by nurses as he went back up to the bridge, as he sat down he called Grayson to the bridge.
OFF: Tag Grayson
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Fourth Year Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche (NCC-38997-B)
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<<Bridge, Day 20, 1435>>
It took a moment or two for one of the medical staff to realize that she needed treatment, busy as they were with the aftermath of the attack. P'ayanna did not mind this at all, as there was no enemy at the gates for her to fight. Given the circumstances, it was just as well because a short respite would allow her to gather her thoughts.
Commander Hunt was the bridge tapping away at the command chair console, just wondering how the interogation was going with P'ayanna. Try as he might he thought he could wait to hear from her but he got and tapped his comm badge.
=/\=Computer, current location of Cadet P'ayanna=/\=
"Cadet P'ayanna is currently located in Main Sickbay." replied the computer ending its statement with a chime.
The XO left the bridge in a haste wondering why she was there after she was only going to question the prisoner. Mason walked in not seeing the security/tactical officer at first but then seeing her lying down with eyes closed and folded hands on her chest. It was with an odd feeling of caution that Hunt didn't know if it was safe for him to approch her for all he knew this was some kind of klingon meditation ritual. But there were too many unanswered questions and the Captain wanted answers as did he.
<<Sickbay, 1440>>
"Excuse me Cadet, am I disturbing you?"
"Sir!" P'ayanna sat up and put the back of her hand to her nose to keep it from bleeding again. "I was merely waiting," she told him, moving to stand; it was improper to lie there while the First Officer was speaking to her.
"At ease, Cadet rest that nose. What news on the prisoner?"
"Grayson has interrogated him and has some information for the Captain," she told him. "I do not know what he will report, although I believe he has found the location of Garshon Trelin. As for the prisoner, he will cooperate, so long as he fears me. We were... creative in our description of his circumstances."
Mason couldn't help but smile, as he pulled up a seat next to her.
"What will become of him after you get done drilling him for answers?"
"They are already treating his injuries. After this, I do not know; he is a Federation citizen, engaged in an illegal attack. If order can be restored, case law would have us turn him over to Celtronian authorities." She took a deep breath. "I am more disturbed by the fact that Klingons were involved in this betrayal."
"As am I, what would motivated them into getting invoived I mean there is no direct connection between the Celtron V government and the klingons. Then again these klingons were mercenies. Has there been any word from the klingon high command on this matter?"
P'ayanna shook her head. "They would rightly disavow any knowledge of this dishonor. juH raQ'tor, or House Raktor, is a broken one. Perhaps they are attempting to gain a world for the Empire and believe this will restore their previous position of honor."
His questions were not unlike those of Grayson, which was a good thing. In fact, she would have lauded them if she weren't so disappointed with herself for not having something truly valuable to share with either of them. "I regret that I am not more knowledgeable in this thing, sir. I have been out of the Empire for some time."
"That's alright, get that nose fixed and join me on the bridge. You, Grayson and myself need to track down the exact coordinates of where Garshon Trelin is not to mention putting together a rescue plan."
"Commander Darkhelm is also going, sir. Request to speak freely."
"I am disturbed that the Captain is sending a Doctor with the team. I had hoped that you would speak to her about this." In fact, she'd rather have the XO command the away team, but she'd let him come to that conclusion.
"A valid concern, Cadet we cannot afford to lose Darkhelm especially on this mission, as for me commanding the team she may object because teh Celtrons will only deal with the leader of any visting ship."
Mason knew she was right about the CO wanting him to command the team, but her having to do this herself but a hold on that idea. Hunt thought maybe there was another way he could command the team without off setting any rough feathers.
" I will talk to her."
P'ayanna smiled, despite the throbbing in her nose. "Thank you, sir," she told him. It might not have done any good in the long run, but at least he listened to her.
"Get some rest, Report to the bridge when the doctor has cleared you for duty."
"I will, sir," she replied. It wouldn't be much rest, this time, because they would need to be ready to rescue the prisoner on a moment's notice.
Mason left her being attended to by nurses as he went back up to the bridge, as he sat down he called Grayson to the bridge.
OFF: Tag Grayson
A joint Post By
Fourth Year Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche (NCC-38997-B)
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1450, day 20>>
Mark entered the room and found Mason Hunt sat at his chair. He didn't know what exactly the Commander wanted. Actually, he barely had spoke to the First Officer since the beginning the mission.
He was sure Hunt wanted a report from his interrogation. At least, he wanted to hear how Mark had obtained the information from the prisoner. Of course, he didn't used the usual interrogation techniques, because it was an emergency.
At the same time, Mark had yet to show to the captain the coordinates of Garshon Trelin prison. He approached the First Officer.
"Reporting as ordered, sir", said he. He offered the padd to Hunt. "Here's the coordinates the prisoner gave about Garshon Trelin location and my report on the Klingon forces stationed on the planet."
He stood there and waited for Hunt to read his report.
OFF: Tag Hunt.
<<Bridge, 1450, day 20>>
Mark entered the room and found Mason Hunt sat at his chair. He didn't know what exactly the Commander wanted. Actually, he barely had spoke to the First Officer since the beginning the mission.
He was sure Hunt wanted a report from his interrogation. At least, he wanted to hear how Mark had obtained the information from the prisoner. Of course, he didn't used the usual interrogation techniques, because it was an emergency.
At the same time, Mark had yet to show to the captain the coordinates of Garshon Trelin prison. He approached the First Officer.
"Reporting as ordered, sir", said he. He offered the padd to Hunt. "Here's the coordinates the prisoner gave about Garshon Trelin location and my report on the Klingon forces stationed on the planet."
He stood there and waited for Hunt to read his report.
OFF: Tag Hunt.
Lieutenant Commander Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1455, Day 20>
The XO motioned for Grayson to sit next to him while he read the report, Mason was shocked and a bit thrown off guard by what he saw but the long line of questions needed to be met with definative answers. The report was lengthy at best so much that Hunt needed a moment to rub his eyes from them being a bit sore.
"Have you made any attempt to verify these coordinates Mr. Grayson? We can't afford to the Malinche into trap she is barely holding her own."
<Tag Grayson>
"In the interim, have them checked and re-checked before I bring anything solid to the Captain. She will want hard proven facts and things to use before reaching the planet."
<Tag Grayson>
"About the klingon forces, has there been any latest intell on how they were first connected to the To'Ma?"
<Tag Grayson>
"One further things Lieutenant, work with P'ayanna when she is able to move our guest to more serene accomendations. We after all can't have him thinking we are barric."
<Tag Grayson>
Kersare was in the ready room, going over her final lists of protocols and the ship's damage reports before reaching Celtron V. Hunt felt bad about not being able to take on the additional work load the load of for the planet. He could she needed a break from all that paper that was just above head high so to speak.
"Captain, i will take the damage reports and review them myself. But before I leave there is something we need to discuss."
Isabel put down her now cold coffee and instruted her XO to sit down. He was a bit weary seeing the condition on her face.
"Captain, there is a concern around the ship plus a few key officers whom I will remain nameless that you should not be leading the away team. Now I know regulations call for you to go down but as your XO I must point out that would be dangering your life and right now this ship needs you. Besides its my job to protect those on board this ship and most importantly you."
Captain Kersare was touched by the spoken words, she knew Mason cared a great deal and his concerns were valid.
"Mason, i appreciate this but my orders are final. I...."
"Captain, there has to be way to at least make you not avaiable to attend and force me into commanding the team and to check out the situation down there at least for a short time until I'm satisfied its safe for you to beam down."
<Tag Kersare>
"Please think about it, I'll be on the bridge."
"Mason left hoping that some of what he said to Kersare would get her to change her mind. He took a padd and downloaded the information given to him by Grayson to P'ayanna and Cheetara.
=/\=Hunt to P'ayanna, I'm sending you the data from Grayson have a look at it and give me your thoughts before we reach the planet=/\=
<Tag P'ayanna>
As the Malinche was traveling at impulse power, a vessel came out of warp and tagged along side the Malinche.
"Sir, we are being hailed." said Weaver (NPC)
"On screen."
A Celtron woman appeared on the screen.
"I am Lieutenant Rovar of the Celtron V government. We have been ordered to escort you to our planet."
Hunt motioned for Weaver to mute the channel.
"Ensign verify security access codes and confirm with comm com net." ordered Mason turning his attention back to Weaver.
"Codes verified sir." said Weaver.
Hunt signaled for him to unmute the channel.
"I am Commander Mason Hunt First Officer of the Malinche, we have received your security and confirmed them. Please send us your coorindates and we will follow you in please take the lead."
"Understood, Rovar out."
The screen faded to black and Mason returned to the command chair.
"Weaver, keep us at red alert for now. Captain to the bridge." shouted Mason.
OFF: Tag Kersare, Grayson, P'ayanna
<<Bridge, 1455, Day 20>
The XO motioned for Grayson to sit next to him while he read the report, Mason was shocked and a bit thrown off guard by what he saw but the long line of questions needed to be met with definative answers. The report was lengthy at best so much that Hunt needed a moment to rub his eyes from them being a bit sore.
"Have you made any attempt to verify these coordinates Mr. Grayson? We can't afford to the Malinche into trap she is barely holding her own."
<Tag Grayson>
"In the interim, have them checked and re-checked before I bring anything solid to the Captain. She will want hard proven facts and things to use before reaching the planet."
<Tag Grayson>
"About the klingon forces, has there been any latest intell on how they were first connected to the To'Ma?"
<Tag Grayson>
"One further things Lieutenant, work with P'ayanna when she is able to move our guest to more serene accomendations. We after all can't have him thinking we are barric."
<Tag Grayson>
Kersare was in the ready room, going over her final lists of protocols and the ship's damage reports before reaching Celtron V. Hunt felt bad about not being able to take on the additional work load the load of for the planet. He could she needed a break from all that paper that was just above head high so to speak.
"Captain, i will take the damage reports and review them myself. But before I leave there is something we need to discuss."
Isabel put down her now cold coffee and instruted her XO to sit down. He was a bit weary seeing the condition on her face.
"Captain, there is a concern around the ship plus a few key officers whom I will remain nameless that you should not be leading the away team. Now I know regulations call for you to go down but as your XO I must point out that would be dangering your life and right now this ship needs you. Besides its my job to protect those on board this ship and most importantly you."
Captain Kersare was touched by the spoken words, she knew Mason cared a great deal and his concerns were valid.
"Mason, i appreciate this but my orders are final. I...."
"Captain, there has to be way to at least make you not avaiable to attend and force me into commanding the team and to check out the situation down there at least for a short time until I'm satisfied its safe for you to beam down."
<Tag Kersare>
"Please think about it, I'll be on the bridge."
"Mason left hoping that some of what he said to Kersare would get her to change her mind. He took a padd and downloaded the information given to him by Grayson to P'ayanna and Cheetara.
=/\=Hunt to P'ayanna, I'm sending you the data from Grayson have a look at it and give me your thoughts before we reach the planet=/\=
<Tag P'ayanna>
As the Malinche was traveling at impulse power, a vessel came out of warp and tagged along side the Malinche.
"Sir, we are being hailed." said Weaver (NPC)
"On screen."
A Celtron woman appeared on the screen.
"I am Lieutenant Rovar of the Celtron V government. We have been ordered to escort you to our planet."
Hunt motioned for Weaver to mute the channel.
"Ensign verify security access codes and confirm with comm com net." ordered Mason turning his attention back to Weaver.
"Codes verified sir." said Weaver.
Hunt signaled for him to unmute the channel.
"I am Commander Mason Hunt First Officer of the Malinche, we have received your security and confirmed them. Please send us your coorindates and we will follow you in please take the lead."
"Understood, Rovar out."
The screen faded to black and Mason returned to the command chair.
"Weaver, keep us at red alert for now. Captain to the bridge." shouted Mason.
OFF: Tag Kersare, Grayson, P'ayanna
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1455, Day 20>
Mason Hunt read the report very slowly. "He's a perfeccionist, just like me", thought Mark, approving. Hunt offered Mark a chair. Mark sat, still waiting to see what the First Officer would ask. He didn't have to wait long.
"Have you made any attempt to verify these coordinates Mr. Grayson? We can't afford to the Malinche into trap she is barely holding her own."
Mark blinked. "Of course I verified the coordinates, sir. I hardly think that prisoner was that good of actor to lie and cry like a baby, begging for his life. Still I did checked the information he gave me using the planetary map the Science Department did of Celtron V. The coordinates points to a military base. But, I can't know for sure if Garshon Trelin is still there. Celtronians all look alike. But, the numbers of biosigns are exact like the prisoner said. But, the only way to have sure, is to ask to the the Science Department to do a very close scan of the coordinates".
"In the interim, have them checked and re-checked before I bring anything solid to the Captain. She will want hard proven facts and things to use before reaching the planet."
Mark shook his head, in disbelief. Mason Hunt was simply asking him to give up his sources to convince the captain. That he wouldn't "Everything we have is solid, but I can produce some numbers and logs of my discoveries, if that will help you, sir. I'm afraid some of my source will remain classified."
"About the klingon forces, has there been any latest intell on how they were first connected to the To'Ma?"
Mark thought about it and then shook his head, "No, sir. The Intell that comes from the Empire is not exactly accurate, but, I'm pretty sure I can make the prisoner answer me this question."
"One further things Lieutenant, work with P'ayanna when she is able to move our guest to more serene accomendations. We after all can't have him thinking we are barric."
Mark made a face. "As you wish, but, that will difficult my interrogation. I need him scared. After we finish interrogating him, he should put in the brig. After all, he did attacked Federation Starship and that's a very serious crime."
Mason Hunt glared at Grayson. "You have your orders, Lt. Grayson. Dismissed."
"Aye, sir", answered he. He walked away from Hunt. Of course, Hunt didn't say where and how the prisoner could be moved to "serene acommodations".
It was time to find out when the House of Raktor had begun infiltrating Celtron V. Treatlian (NPC) would have to talk again. Mark entered the turbolift and went to Sickbay to "move" Treatlian around the ship. He smiled. The Celtronian wouldn't like what Mark had planned for him.
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<<Bridge, 1455, Day 20>
Mason Hunt read the report very slowly. "He's a perfeccionist, just like me", thought Mark, approving. Hunt offered Mark a chair. Mark sat, still waiting to see what the First Officer would ask. He didn't have to wait long.
"Have you made any attempt to verify these coordinates Mr. Grayson? We can't afford to the Malinche into trap she is barely holding her own."
Mark blinked. "Of course I verified the coordinates, sir. I hardly think that prisoner was that good of actor to lie and cry like a baby, begging for his life. Still I did checked the information he gave me using the planetary map the Science Department did of Celtron V. The coordinates points to a military base. But, I can't know for sure if Garshon Trelin is still there. Celtronians all look alike. But, the numbers of biosigns are exact like the prisoner said. But, the only way to have sure, is to ask to the the Science Department to do a very close scan of the coordinates".
"In the interim, have them checked and re-checked before I bring anything solid to the Captain. She will want hard proven facts and things to use before reaching the planet."
Mark shook his head, in disbelief. Mason Hunt was simply asking him to give up his sources to convince the captain. That he wouldn't "Everything we have is solid, but I can produce some numbers and logs of my discoveries, if that will help you, sir. I'm afraid some of my source will remain classified."
"About the klingon forces, has there been any latest intell on how they were first connected to the To'Ma?"
Mark thought about it and then shook his head, "No, sir. The Intell that comes from the Empire is not exactly accurate, but, I'm pretty sure I can make the prisoner answer me this question."
"One further things Lieutenant, work with P'ayanna when she is able to move our guest to more serene accomendations. We after all can't have him thinking we are barric."
Mark made a face. "As you wish, but, that will difficult my interrogation. I need him scared. After we finish interrogating him, he should put in the brig. After all, he did attacked Federation Starship and that's a very serious crime."
Mason Hunt glared at Grayson. "You have your orders, Lt. Grayson. Dismissed."
"Aye, sir", answered he. He walked away from Hunt. Of course, Hunt didn't say where and how the prisoner could be moved to "serene acommodations".
It was time to find out when the House of Raktor had begun infiltrating Celtron V. Treatlian (NPC) would have to talk again. Mark entered the turbolift and went to Sickbay to "move" Treatlian around the ship. He smiled. The Celtronian wouldn't like what Mark had planned for him.
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Lieutenant Commander Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897
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"Please think about it, I'll be on the bridge."
"Mason left hoping that some of what he said to Kersare would get her to change her mind. He took a padd and downloaded the information given to him by Grayson to P'ayanna and Cheetara.
=/\=Hunt to P'ayanna, I'm sending you the data from Grayson have a look at it and give me your thoughts before we reach the planet=/\= by CDR Hunt
<Sickbay, Day 20, 1455>
P'ayanna waited a moment and then tapped her commbadge. "I will do so," she replied. A moment or two later, the medic was finished with her nose and released her to her duties. For P'ayanna, that meant a trip to Security and a quick study of what Grayson had found. From there, she would prepare for the second fight of the day.
She relished the opportunities for battle that she had already received on this mission. Many joined Starfleet to explore and to see new things, but not P'ayanna. She was here because powerful worlds fought for influence. That meant that they needed minions to actually do the fighting that policy required. P'ayanna was, for all intensive purposes, one of those minions and was happy to be one.
She moved down the passageways, skirting engineering and operations crews, who were hard at work on making Malinche ready for the next battle. Silently lauding their efforts, she continued on her way and entered Main Security, where Lieutenant Thundera was directing efforts to protect against another boarding party, should need arise. Like the actions of the engineers, P'ayanna saw it as a good use of time.
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
"Please think about it, I'll be on the bridge."
"Mason left hoping that some of what he said to Kersare would get her to change her mind. He took a padd and downloaded the information given to him by Grayson to P'ayanna and Cheetara.
=/\=Hunt to P'ayanna, I'm sending you the data from Grayson have a look at it and give me your thoughts before we reach the planet=/\= by CDR Hunt
<Sickbay, Day 20, 1455>
P'ayanna waited a moment and then tapped her commbadge. "I will do so," she replied. A moment or two later, the medic was finished with her nose and released her to her duties. For P'ayanna, that meant a trip to Security and a quick study of what Grayson had found. From there, she would prepare for the second fight of the day.
She relished the opportunities for battle that she had already received on this mission. Many joined Starfleet to explore and to see new things, but not P'ayanna. She was here because powerful worlds fought for influence. That meant that they needed minions to actually do the fighting that policy required. P'ayanna was, for all intensive purposes, one of those minions and was happy to be one.
She moved down the passageways, skirting engineering and operations crews, who were hard at work on making Malinche ready for the next battle. Silently lauding their efforts, she continued on her way and entered Main Security, where Lieutenant Thundera was directing efforts to protect against another boarding party, should need arise. Like the actions of the engineers, P'ayanna saw it as a good use of time.
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B