OFF: NPC post regarding the Sirion survey team...Note that it took place on Day 1 (in our time)
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<<Outside of Underground Warehouse Entrance, 1906, Day 1 (Malinche Time)>>
"Ensign Samek, how's that door coming?" Michael Lansky glanced around, a little uneasy. Between the disappearance of his ship and these fluctuations his team kept finding, he was nearly at his wits end. The frustration he felt was building, but he tried to appear calm when in the presence of his crew.
"I'm working on it, sir," Borel Samek replied. "There seems to be more than just this...lock-type device holding it closed."
Arok Harik rolled his eyes, "That's because it's where those Direidi are holding our ship."
Tom Masters frowned, "Come on now, Harik, why do you always have to assume the worst of everyone?"
"Because it's usually the truth," Harik replied bitterly. Between the Cardassians occupying his homeworld of Bajor and the years of hardship thereafter, he had a rather difficult time trusting people. Even after being aboard the Sirion for a year he was still suspicious of half the crew.
'Mr. Arok," Michael began, "I really don't think it was the Direidi that have our ship. It could be that they got a distress call and went to help."
Finally Meri spoke up quietly, "The Direidi wouldn't do anything to harm us, I can tell."
Harik's eyes flashed, "Then why didn't these fluctuations appear until we lost contact with our ship?"
"Maybe something bad happened to it, and they want to spare us from its fate," she suggested. Her blue eyes, like two pools of water, looked directly into his, though she was shaking inside. His hardened personality disturbed her - she wanted to help him, but just couldn't break through his barrier.
Aaron Nolar looked at the two, "Alright, come on, this isn't helping. Let's get to the bottom of those readings and then we should get some answers."
Michael nodded appreciatively at Aaron. "Mr. Samek?"
"I almost...there! Got it sir!" Borel smiled wide, then stepped out of the way.
Tom, Michael's Executive Officer, stepped forward. "I'll go first. Mr. Arok, you follow, then the Captain. The rest of you guard the outside until you hear from us. We'll get you once the coast is clear."
The three officers slowly opened the door and walked inside, the remaining three watching them closely, but stayed back.
"Where's the damn lights?" Michael was immersed in blackness as soon as the door swung shut with a metallic clang. He cautiously turned around to face where the doorway had been, then reached out for the wall. His calloused hands found the wall and began searching.... Nothing. "Can you two find a lightswitch?"
"No. Why can't these locals just update to the current century so we can just have the computer turn the lights on?" Havik growled slightly under his breath.
"No luck here either sir. Why don't we try the others?" Tom turned so he was facing where he thought the Captain was...
Michael tapped his comm badge, "Lansky to Samek. Respond." Nothing but static. "This place must be shielded somehow."
"Lovely. How long do you think it'll take for the others to come in here on their own?" Partly afraid the answer would be much longer than he was hoping, Tom waited for Michael's thoughts.
"Time will tell."
<<Outside Door, 20 minutes later>>
Meri looked from Aaron to Borel, "Don't you think we should go in and look for them? It's been quite awhile..."
"They specifically told us to wait," Borel offered.
Aaron sighed, "As senior officer on this side of...whatever the hell that is, I say we go in. Mr. Samek, the door."
Borel looked at Aaron, decided he wouldn't change his mind, and went back to work on the door. Luckily, since he knew how it worked, it went much faster this time. "Door open, sir."
"In we go. I'll lead, you two come in next," Aaron said.
Seeing them nod, he reached for the knob.
<<Inside Underground Warehouse>>
"Keep the door -," Michael began. The sound of the door thudding shut interrupted him. He sighed, "Neverm--Hey!"
Suddenly the floor gave out beneath him. The entire survey team cried out as the floor sloped down. Somehow it seemed they were on some form of a slide, spiraling downward. After what seemed like an eternity, they landed in a heap on the floor.
"What the hell was that?" Aaron stood up, brushing himself off, though the room where they'd landed was just as dark as the room they were in before had been.
Meri tried to be cheerful, "Maybe they wanted us to have a good time?"
Harik scoffed, "I'm sure that's what it is."
"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" Tom was trying to get some form of bearings, but it was difficult.
"I'd prefer some lights first," Michael replied. "Let's try to see where we are."
As if on cue, some lighting came on. It was mainly dim, though a few lights moved around. Suddenly, music started. The survey team moved towards the sounds, then stared.
"What the hell is going on?"
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You Can't Judge A Planet By Its Dilithium
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
Last edited by Kersare on Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:02 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi, Meeting Lounge, 1654, Day 3>>
Yrel wasn't the first to arrive at the meeting lounge, as she had thought possible. No, instead there were a number of the other Malinche crewmembers Yrel had reviewed briefly from her PADD. Commander Hunt, Lieutenant Thundera, Lieutenant Barrett, and Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm were already seated and waiting fort everyone else. Yrel took a seat next to Darkhelm and nodded to the seated crewmembers.
"Hello," she said pulling in her and getting comfortable. She set her bag of belongings next to the chair, leaving the PADD she add out.
<tag anyone who wants to respond>
She continued to read as much as she could before the meeting commenced. She had made it as far as Barrett's file before and was just beginning to read what she had on Peters. So far she had thought the crew was probably appropriate for Yrel to be here. Everyone had some sort of interesting colour in their history, and weren't as bland and common as she had encountered on the <i>Sovereign</i>.
<i>'It's a shame I still fell like I should be all of their mother's, though,'</i> she thought, brushing it aside within a second. She had no right to think low of these people becuase most of the ages with a fifth that of Yrel's. Not to mention that she had lived in a primitive culture while they were living in advancement. That might as well level the playing field as far as she was concerned.
Yrel wasn't the first to arrive at the meeting lounge, as she had thought possible. No, instead there were a number of the other Malinche crewmembers Yrel had reviewed briefly from her PADD. Commander Hunt, Lieutenant Thundera, Lieutenant Barrett, and Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm were already seated and waiting fort everyone else. Yrel took a seat next to Darkhelm and nodded to the seated crewmembers.
"Hello," she said pulling in her and getting comfortable. She set her bag of belongings next to the chair, leaving the PADD she add out.
<tag anyone who wants to respond>
She continued to read as much as she could before the meeting commenced. She had made it as far as Barrett's file before and was just beginning to read what she had on Peters. So far she had thought the crew was probably appropriate for Yrel to be here. Everyone had some sort of interesting colour in their history, and weren't as bland and common as she had encountered on the <i>Sovereign</i>.
<i>'It's a shame I still fell like I should be all of their mother's, though,'</i> she thought, brushing it aside within a second. She had no right to think low of these people becuase most of the ages with a fifth that of Yrel's. Not to mention that she had lived in a primitive culture while they were living in advancement. That might as well level the playing field as far as she was concerned.
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi,
<< Meeting Lounge, 1657, Day 3>>
Nearly the entire Malinche group was in the meeting area, Science Officer Sovereign had arrived just in time. Hunt believed at this point they would need a science officer to determine what kind of energy was feeding that EM signature found by Darkhelm and her party. It had been hours since anyone had eaten so Mason opened up his pack and issued out field rashions to the group. However Hunt could not eat because he was worried about Rayne making a safe and speedy return.
"Welcome Lieutenant to our little huddle here. We are just waiting for the Captain and her team to arrive. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" asked the first officer suddenly got hungry and pulled out a rashion.
<Tag Sovereign>
"Now that you are here perhaps you wouldn't mind helping us with a little problem we have run into. Mr.Thomas has discovered a high EM signature during his initial scans. We do not know what is powering it nor unable to determine a location for it. Ensign Rayne has gone off to hopefully dig into the hotel's computer systems for anything that would help us. (Motioning the guard to bring the box over to the science chief)."
<Tag Sovereign>
"We believe it has some connection to Jason here that is why he is on the other side of the room with the doctor. One thing is for sure it does have a range limit. When he is near it he tends to fall into a state of disallusion. I'm not sure but I think this thing is somehow related to the missing team, the EM readings and Jason's being ill." stated Mason.
Hunt saw Jason covering his face as if he was just getting over a headache. Darkhelm ran the tricorder over him a few times then calling the XO over to him.
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Sovereign, it might help to take this into this corner and run some analysis on it. I know it may prove pointless but all the same it might give us more information before the Captain arrives."
<Tag Sovereign>
The group mained there for nearly ten minutes, just when they had finshed eating a sudden loud hum filled the room causing everyone to fall to the floor. It only lasted for a few seconds, once it stopped everyone was able to get back to their feet.
"What was that, the last time i heard something like that was at a rock concert." said Mason helping a guard to his feet.
Hunt ran his tricorder in the air and around the room once more, his scans had picked up a faint trace just meters above them. Just as he quickly ran over to Sovereign and flipped over the unit. The readings had vanished. Treharne walked over to Hunt displaying the same dismayed look.
"Lieutenant look at... I don't understand." said Mason.
Just as Sovereign was about to speak Soren came walking in and pulled up a seat.
"Soren, good to see you. Come on in join the party."
OFF: Tag Soren, Darkhelm, Sovereign, and Crew!
<< Meeting Lounge, 1657, Day 3>>
Nearly the entire Malinche group was in the meeting area, Science Officer Sovereign had arrived just in time. Hunt believed at this point they would need a science officer to determine what kind of energy was feeding that EM signature found by Darkhelm and her party. It had been hours since anyone had eaten so Mason opened up his pack and issued out field rashions to the group. However Hunt could not eat because he was worried about Rayne making a safe and speedy return.
"Welcome Lieutenant to our little huddle here. We are just waiting for the Captain and her team to arrive. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" asked the first officer suddenly got hungry and pulled out a rashion.
<Tag Sovereign>
"Now that you are here perhaps you wouldn't mind helping us with a little problem we have run into. Mr.Thomas has discovered a high EM signature during his initial scans. We do not know what is powering it nor unable to determine a location for it. Ensign Rayne has gone off to hopefully dig into the hotel's computer systems for anything that would help us. (Motioning the guard to bring the box over to the science chief)."
<Tag Sovereign>
"We believe it has some connection to Jason here that is why he is on the other side of the room with the doctor. One thing is for sure it does have a range limit. When he is near it he tends to fall into a state of disallusion. I'm not sure but I think this thing is somehow related to the missing team, the EM readings and Jason's being ill." stated Mason.
Hunt saw Jason covering his face as if he was just getting over a headache. Darkhelm ran the tricorder over him a few times then calling the XO over to him.
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Sovereign, it might help to take this into this corner and run some analysis on it. I know it may prove pointless but all the same it might give us more information before the Captain arrives."
<Tag Sovereign>
The group mained there for nearly ten minutes, just when they had finshed eating a sudden loud hum filled the room causing everyone to fall to the floor. It only lasted for a few seconds, once it stopped everyone was able to get back to their feet.
"What was that, the last time i heard something like that was at a rock concert." said Mason helping a guard to his feet.
Hunt ran his tricorder in the air and around the room once more, his scans had picked up a faint trace just meters above them. Just as he quickly ran over to Sovereign and flipped over the unit. The readings had vanished. Treharne walked over to Hunt displaying the same dismayed look.
"Lieutenant look at... I don't understand." said Mason.
Just as Sovereign was about to speak Soren came walking in and pulled up a seat.
"Soren, good to see you. Come on in join the party."
OFF: Tag Soren, Darkhelm, Sovereign, and Crew!
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi>
<Hallway, 1455, Day 3>>
His head felt like someone was doing a symphony inside his skull...and they weren't being overly cautious with ther percussion section either. He had no doubt in his mind that this was in some way connected to the little alien that had been living inside his head for some time now. He heard Mason speaking to him and decided that he had better pay attention.
"Jason, you don't look well. Perhaps it might be good for you to return your room and get some rest." said Hunt concern about the ops chief.
"I'm fine, I've had worse...remeber been dead before."
No one seemed to amused by the comment.
"Alright, doctor please stay close to him. When Thomas ran his scans was he able to determine a location on this possible doorway he believes is there? Thundera use your tricorder to scan the area and see if there any portable generators something to explain these EM readings and to confirm Mr. Thomas's theory."
Jason watched as Thundera disappered with Mason to talk about what they had found, personally Jason as glad for the small bit of rest he was afforded. Sighing heavily, he got back to his feet and followed the rest of the staff towards the meeting room.
<Meeting Lounge, 1657, Day 3>
"Jason, are you alright?" Amanda asked. Jason hated it when someone asked that question, even more so now then before.
"Just a headache," Jason commented. "Nothing major."
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
<Tag Darkhelm>
Jason wasn't listening to the two of them talking about it anymore. Instead he was looking at the lobby of the hotel, watching the people moving through the windows. Slowly, faintl, the images began to change. Slowly, ghost like images of soliders; Federation, Klingon, Romulan, and Maran began to filter in.
His ears picked up the faint sounds of explosions in the distance. He saw a tranporter team materialize in the front lobby; it was the Malinche's crew again. They looked just as tired and guant as those ghost like images floating through the lobby...
And then with a deafening roar Jason felt a blast of pressure and heat as the left side of the lobby exploded after being hit by an artillary round. Chunks of concrete and bodies flew in all directions. Jason sucked in a breath of air, finally shaking those ghost images away. When he looked around again he saw the crew all getting to thier feet.
"What the hell," Jason muttered.
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<Hallway, 1455, Day 3>>
His head felt like someone was doing a symphony inside his skull...and they weren't being overly cautious with ther percussion section either. He had no doubt in his mind that this was in some way connected to the little alien that had been living inside his head for some time now. He heard Mason speaking to him and decided that he had better pay attention.
"Jason, you don't look well. Perhaps it might be good for you to return your room and get some rest." said Hunt concern about the ops chief.
"I'm fine, I've had worse...remeber been dead before."
No one seemed to amused by the comment.
"Alright, doctor please stay close to him. When Thomas ran his scans was he able to determine a location on this possible doorway he believes is there? Thundera use your tricorder to scan the area and see if there any portable generators something to explain these EM readings and to confirm Mr. Thomas's theory."
Jason watched as Thundera disappered with Mason to talk about what they had found, personally Jason as glad for the small bit of rest he was afforded. Sighing heavily, he got back to his feet and followed the rest of the staff towards the meeting room.
<Meeting Lounge, 1657, Day 3>
"Jason, are you alright?" Amanda asked. Jason hated it when someone asked that question, even more so now then before.
"Just a headache," Jason commented. "Nothing major."
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
<Tag Darkhelm>
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
<Tag Darkhelm>
Jason wasn't listening to the two of them talking about it anymore. Instead he was looking at the lobby of the hotel, watching the people moving through the windows. Slowly, faintl, the images began to change. Slowly, ghost like images of soliders; Federation, Klingon, Romulan, and Maran began to filter in.
His ears picked up the faint sounds of explosions in the distance. He saw a tranporter team materialize in the front lobby; it was the Malinche's crew again. They looked just as tired and guant as those ghost like images floating through the lobby...
And then with a deafening roar Jason felt a blast of pressure and heat as the left side of the lobby exploded after being hit by an artillary round. Chunks of concrete and bodies flew in all directions. Jason sucked in a breath of air, finally shaking those ghost images away. When he looked around again he saw the crew all getting to thier feet.
"What the hell," Jason muttered.
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Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Abubakar
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 60
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:29 pm
- Location: A hole, usually, sometimes referred to as Blackpool (UK)
<Hotel Direidi, Corridor, 1652, Day 3>>
Isabel blinked and stopped dead in her tracks. Jaran. She hadn't seen him since he disappeared in the caves on Celtron V. "Well, hello Lieutenant. I certainly didn't expect to see you here..."
Abubakar smiled a rare thing. "I know." From the back pocket in his civvy beige trousers he pulled a padd with transfer orders on them. He offered the padd to Kersare, "apparently I'm taking the stick back Captain." 'Apparently' had nothing to do with it, after the last mission he had every right to have demanded posting back on Malinche.
Quirking an eyebrow, Isabel took the offered PADD, reading over it quickly. Smiling, she extended her hand, "Welcome back, we've missed your piloting skills. I was rather concerned when you disappeared, though something tells me the caves were the least of your worries, considering where you've been since then."
Abubakar's heart noticeably changed beat, he felt his cheeks redden also, and ?I've been on a training exercise Captain" he said, as innocently as he could muster. He felt a slight pang of anger as the reality of his mission caught up with him again. He gestured in the direction Kersare had been walking, the pair resumed her course. "Oh, you might also have some slightly...confused bridge officers? he said, casually.
"I would hardly count your previous mission as a training exercise, Mr. Abubakar," Isabel replied. She continued walking, and then looked over at him, "And why is that?"
He shot her a look at her first remark, 'how the Kost does she know?' he wondered. "Well Ma'am, there's a slight possibility that an experimental almost undetectable fighter dropped out of warp right up Malinche's ass, barreled over the ship and then sped right towards the planet...you know, maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, keeping the flicker of a grin well hidden
"How 'slight' of a possibility?" She watched him closely.
He shrugged again, "I don't... 'Know...' Captain, but whoever's manning tactical should be fired, I wasn't shot down or anything. I mean, it's a bit worrying, take it P'ayanna isn't at the trigger anymore?" Aware she was watching him, he kept his eyes locked forward and his chin up.
"No, Cadet P'ayanna is no longer with us. The entire Senior Staff and most of the Junior Staff is here on Direidi. I believe, however, we were talking about a fighter?" Isabel paused and turned to face him.
"Hrm." He replied. He turned to face her too, he locked eyes with her. "You've heard of the outrageous and impossible Arrowhawk project? Completely denied by Command, deemed impossible by top Federation scientists?" His face, voice and body remained its usual calm and collected self.
She smiled, "Yes, I've heard of it. I do have my own sources, you know, Lieutenant. So that's what you've brought here?"
He smiled again, "officially she was destroyed on my...'training' exercise" He pulled a small device from his left pocket, "Officially I came by chartered transport too." He flipped the palm sized device over in his hands, "Unofficially, she's parked on the roof. Well...sorta" He handed her the device.
Laughing softly, Isabel took the device and let her fingers move over it slowly. "How is she 'sorta' parked on the roof? Are you referring to the fighter's, shall we say, special ability?"
Abubakar looked up and down the corridor. "Yes Captain, touch of a button she's back where you left her, Starfleet was trying to work it so you can project the transporter beam to a new location, no luck yet though." He smirked, "she's incredible, and best part is; Command thinks she was destroyed - what are they gonna do when they find out, Court Martial me for 'borrowing' a non-existent ship?"
Her eyes looked into his, to be sure he listened carefully, "As you're going to be on my ship, I highly recommend it stays that way - that they believe it was destroyed. I don't really enjoy court martials."
He looked back at her, seriously, "Yes Captain. As long as Malinche turns off her sensors and clears the shuttle bay and shuts down the internal sensors there too so there's also no logs to look back on, I can bring her in to the shuttle bay, and 'store' her without anyone knowing. She may come in handy sometime." He grinned, "I'll take you for a spin sometime too ma'am"
"I'll be sure to send the orders before you take the fighter back. As far as the 'spin', we'll have to see. It would somewhat defeat the purpose if someone found out about it, no?" Isabel started walking again, "Have you been briefed as to our mission here?"
He half nodded agreement, he already had it in his mind that he would take her out anyway, who would know the ship was missing? Turning to walk with her, he walked casually with his hands at his sides. "No Captain, all I know is Malinche is in orbit with an inactive bridge crew, and you guys are living it up Direidi style. Oh and the Sirion vanished too"
"Not only did the Sirion disappear, but the survey team they sent has also gone missing in the past few days. They were studying the effects of dilithium mining on the planet, from the major mining operation that occurred 100 years ago," Isabel said.
He nodded, "And you're to find them I take it? Any luck so far?" Different scenarios played out in his head, the most likely of course being that the Deirdriewotzits had killed them.
"Yes, we're supposed to find the ship and crew. Actually the past few hours the crew was split up into teams and have been searching for clues. Due to have a meeting in the conference room over there," she pointed, "at 1700 hours. So you'll actually get most of the relevant information. Impeccable timing," she grinned.
He nodded acknowledgement, "ah well, you know me Captain, timing is everything. So does this place have a pool?"
Isabel regarded him carefully, "Did you look at the layout before coming down?" Pausing a moment, she then continued, "Yes, Hotel Direidi does happen to have a pool. Planning on going for a swim?
He shook his head, ?No you see coming down was over in a few seconds in Arrowhawk, she's faster than a starship at impulse, I put her against a real Defiant class, and won." Abubakar looked back at Kersare, "sure Captain, I'm not officially back on duty yet, besides the more unassociated I am with you guys the more chance I have of finding something out, right?"
"Perhaps. I know we've found some odd EM readings and seemingly random fluctuations. Other than that, I'll find out at the meeting. I'd suggest you join us," Isabel said. "Some of the crew is the same since you left, others are new."
"Sure Captain" Jaran agreed, afterwards I would suggest I go my own way, find out what I can if anything. No one at the hotel knows I'm from fleet." He smirked, "well, no one knows I'm even here, I did enter from the roof after all."
"True," Isabel agreed. "We'll let that be the basic plan for now, but let's hear what everyone has to say first. It might be better to have you help with something else. They're probably all there by now, shall we?"
"Of course Captain" he said, pulling open the door for her to enter, catching a glimpse at a roomful of uniforms and feeling slightly out of place in his civilian clothes and sandals.
Isabel walked into the conference room, Jaran just behind her. Looking around, she noticed everyone there except Todd and Mark. Not a good sign. She moved forward and stepped aside, allowing Jaran to enter, "I believe some of you remember Mr. Abubakar," she said, nodding to him.
He resumed his stony look, eyes casting over everyone. Happy to see Grayson wasn't there, disappointed P'ayanna wasn't though. "Afternoon campers" he said, walking into the room and assuming a position at the rear of the room behind everyone else.
A JP by:
Captain Isabele Kersare
Commainding Officer
U.S.S Malinche
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Isabel blinked and stopped dead in her tracks. Jaran. She hadn't seen him since he disappeared in the caves on Celtron V. "Well, hello Lieutenant. I certainly didn't expect to see you here..."
Abubakar smiled a rare thing. "I know." From the back pocket in his civvy beige trousers he pulled a padd with transfer orders on them. He offered the padd to Kersare, "apparently I'm taking the stick back Captain." 'Apparently' had nothing to do with it, after the last mission he had every right to have demanded posting back on Malinche.
Quirking an eyebrow, Isabel took the offered PADD, reading over it quickly. Smiling, she extended her hand, "Welcome back, we've missed your piloting skills. I was rather concerned when you disappeared, though something tells me the caves were the least of your worries, considering where you've been since then."
Abubakar's heart noticeably changed beat, he felt his cheeks redden also, and ?I've been on a training exercise Captain" he said, as innocently as he could muster. He felt a slight pang of anger as the reality of his mission caught up with him again. He gestured in the direction Kersare had been walking, the pair resumed her course. "Oh, you might also have some slightly...confused bridge officers? he said, casually.
"I would hardly count your previous mission as a training exercise, Mr. Abubakar," Isabel replied. She continued walking, and then looked over at him, "And why is that?"
He shot her a look at her first remark, 'how the Kost does she know?' he wondered. "Well Ma'am, there's a slight possibility that an experimental almost undetectable fighter dropped out of warp right up Malinche's ass, barreled over the ship and then sped right towards the planet...you know, maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, keeping the flicker of a grin well hidden
"How 'slight' of a possibility?" She watched him closely.
He shrugged again, "I don't... 'Know...' Captain, but whoever's manning tactical should be fired, I wasn't shot down or anything. I mean, it's a bit worrying, take it P'ayanna isn't at the trigger anymore?" Aware she was watching him, he kept his eyes locked forward and his chin up.
"No, Cadet P'ayanna is no longer with us. The entire Senior Staff and most of the Junior Staff is here on Direidi. I believe, however, we were talking about a fighter?" Isabel paused and turned to face him.
"Hrm." He replied. He turned to face her too, he locked eyes with her. "You've heard of the outrageous and impossible Arrowhawk project? Completely denied by Command, deemed impossible by top Federation scientists?" His face, voice and body remained its usual calm and collected self.
She smiled, "Yes, I've heard of it. I do have my own sources, you know, Lieutenant. So that's what you've brought here?"
He smiled again, "officially she was destroyed on my...'training' exercise" He pulled a small device from his left pocket, "Officially I came by chartered transport too." He flipped the palm sized device over in his hands, "Unofficially, she's parked on the roof. Well...sorta" He handed her the device.
Laughing softly, Isabel took the device and let her fingers move over it slowly. "How is she 'sorta' parked on the roof? Are you referring to the fighter's, shall we say, special ability?"
Abubakar looked up and down the corridor. "Yes Captain, touch of a button she's back where you left her, Starfleet was trying to work it so you can project the transporter beam to a new location, no luck yet though." He smirked, "she's incredible, and best part is; Command thinks she was destroyed - what are they gonna do when they find out, Court Martial me for 'borrowing' a non-existent ship?"
Her eyes looked into his, to be sure he listened carefully, "As you're going to be on my ship, I highly recommend it stays that way - that they believe it was destroyed. I don't really enjoy court martials."
He looked back at her, seriously, "Yes Captain. As long as Malinche turns off her sensors and clears the shuttle bay and shuts down the internal sensors there too so there's also no logs to look back on, I can bring her in to the shuttle bay, and 'store' her without anyone knowing. She may come in handy sometime." He grinned, "I'll take you for a spin sometime too ma'am"
"I'll be sure to send the orders before you take the fighter back. As far as the 'spin', we'll have to see. It would somewhat defeat the purpose if someone found out about it, no?" Isabel started walking again, "Have you been briefed as to our mission here?"
He half nodded agreement, he already had it in his mind that he would take her out anyway, who would know the ship was missing? Turning to walk with her, he walked casually with his hands at his sides. "No Captain, all I know is Malinche is in orbit with an inactive bridge crew, and you guys are living it up Direidi style. Oh and the Sirion vanished too"
"Not only did the Sirion disappear, but the survey team they sent has also gone missing in the past few days. They were studying the effects of dilithium mining on the planet, from the major mining operation that occurred 100 years ago," Isabel said.
He nodded, "And you're to find them I take it? Any luck so far?" Different scenarios played out in his head, the most likely of course being that the Deirdriewotzits had killed them.
"Yes, we're supposed to find the ship and crew. Actually the past few hours the crew was split up into teams and have been searching for clues. Due to have a meeting in the conference room over there," she pointed, "at 1700 hours. So you'll actually get most of the relevant information. Impeccable timing," she grinned.
He nodded acknowledgement, "ah well, you know me Captain, timing is everything. So does this place have a pool?"
Isabel regarded him carefully, "Did you look at the layout before coming down?" Pausing a moment, she then continued, "Yes, Hotel Direidi does happen to have a pool. Planning on going for a swim?
He shook his head, ?No you see coming down was over in a few seconds in Arrowhawk, she's faster than a starship at impulse, I put her against a real Defiant class, and won." Abubakar looked back at Kersare, "sure Captain, I'm not officially back on duty yet, besides the more unassociated I am with you guys the more chance I have of finding something out, right?"
"Perhaps. I know we've found some odd EM readings and seemingly random fluctuations. Other than that, I'll find out at the meeting. I'd suggest you join us," Isabel said. "Some of the crew is the same since you left, others are new."
"Sure Captain" Jaran agreed, afterwards I would suggest I go my own way, find out what I can if anything. No one at the hotel knows I'm from fleet." He smirked, "well, no one knows I'm even here, I did enter from the roof after all."
"True," Isabel agreed. "We'll let that be the basic plan for now, but let's hear what everyone has to say first. It might be better to have you help with something else. They're probably all there by now, shall we?"
"Of course Captain" he said, pulling open the door for her to enter, catching a glimpse at a roomful of uniforms and feeling slightly out of place in his civilian clothes and sandals.
Isabel walked into the conference room, Jaran just behind her. Looking around, she noticed everyone there except Todd and Mark. Not a good sign. She moved forward and stepped aside, allowing Jaran to enter, "I believe some of you remember Mr. Abubakar," she said, nodding to him.
He resumed his stony look, eyes casting over everyone. Happy to see Grayson wasn't there, disappointed P'ayanna wasn't though. "Afternoon campers" he said, walking into the room and assuming a position at the rear of the room behind everyone else.
A JP by:
Captain Isabele Kersare
Commainding Officer
U.S.S Malinche
and
Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
<<Meeting Lounge, 1657, Day 3> >
"Jason, are you alright?" Amanda asked. Jason hated it when someone asked that question, even more so now then before.
"Just a headache," Jason commented. "Nothing major."
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
"Just something odd showing up on his scans, I think that EM feild is some how interferring with alien symbiote living in Barrett. Its acting erractically, causing sudden drops in blood pressure and pulse. Looks like he's recovering now, but I wouldn't put him anywhere near it again."
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
"We also don't have an alien living inside our head," Amanda smiled. "No, I don't think that we're in any danger...in fact I would say that as long as we keep him away from that feild he should be fine too."
Mason nodded and then walked off to talk to thier new science officer. Amanda went back to scanning Jason again, happy to see that his blood pressure was returning to normal.
"You really probably should go back to the Malinche."
"I'm fine," Jason snapped.
"Besides, Adam would kill me if anything happened to you," Amanda smiled.
OFF:
"Jason, are you alright?" Amanda asked. Jason hated it when someone asked that question, even more so now then before.
"Just a headache," Jason commented. "Nothing major."
"What is it doc?" asked Mason.
"Just something odd showing up on his scans, I think that EM feild is some how interferring with alien symbiote living in Barrett. Its acting erractically, causing sudden drops in blood pressure and pulse. Looks like he's recovering now, but I wouldn't put him anywhere near it again."
"Could this thing effect any of us? I mean it has already affected Barrett so quickly. So far none of us are experiencing any of the symtoms."
"We also don't have an alien living inside our head," Amanda smiled. "No, I don't think that we're in any danger...in fact I would say that as long as we keep him away from that feild he should be fine too."
Mason nodded and then walked off to talk to thier new science officer. Amanda went back to scanning Jason again, happy to see that his blood pressure was returning to normal.
"You really probably should go back to the Malinche."
"I'm fine," Jason snapped.
"Besides, Adam would kill me if anything happened to you," Amanda smiled.
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi, Meeting Lounge, 1700, Day 3>>
"Welcome Lieutenant to our little huddle here. We are just waiting for the Captain and her team to arrive. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" asked the first officer suddenly got hungry and pulled out a rashion.
Yrel momentarily thought back to the marine that had been so nice as to get her safely to the Malinche in the shuttlecraft. A funny character.
"Just long," she replied, thinking back again to shuttlecraft and the leg cramps she had been the victum of.
"Now that you are here perhaps you wouldn't mind helping us with a little problem we have run into. Mr.Thomas has discovered a high EM signature during his initial scans. We do not know what is powering it nor unable to determine a location for it. Ensign Rayne has gone off to hopefully dig into the hotel's computer systems for anything that would help us. (Motioning the guard to bring the box over to the science chief)."
She juggle the short burst of information around and nodded. "The captain, Soren, and I had ran into some...elusive...readings of our own in the basement. There could be a connection." She excepted the box by the security guard, hefting the weight of it for a moment and returning her attention to Hunt.
"We believe it has some connection to Jason here that is why he is on the other side of the room with the doctor. One thing is for sure it does have a range limit. When he is near it he tends to fall into a state of disallusion. I'm not sure but I think this thing is somehow related to the missing team, the EM readings and Jason's being ill." stated Mason.
When Hunt moved over to the doctor and Jason, Yrel studied the box in her hands. She thought it was pretty dangerous to roll the box end over end, but she did it anyways. Devices that got powered by a distant EM source tended, in her experience, not to be very volitile like, say, explosives. She removed her tricorder again and flipped it open, running a passive scan over the surface, just as Hunt returned to address her.
"Sovereign, it might help to take this into this corner and run some analysis on it. I know it may prove pointless but all the same it might give us more information before the Captain arrives."
"Sure thing, sir," she said, standing up and dragging a chair over to the corner, box and tricorder still in hand. She hadn't really been hungery enough to eat anything as she had a descent enough stuffing of field rations back on the shuttle. After sitting down, she lowered the box to the floor, freeing up her hand to adjust the tricorder as she went. Other than a well sealed shell, nearly impervisous to her tricorder's scanss, she had nothing. This whole mission so far was becoming more difficult than she could have really preparted for. The only thing she had conjured up was a possible realtion to the seal of the device and the evasive readings in the basement. Possibly related technology.
She tried a new modulation to try and penetrate through to the devices shell, when then the loud noise ripped through the room and cause everyone to collapse. Yrel almost fell on top the box but had managed to brace her fall and slide off to the right. When it was over, she returned quickly to her feet and shook her head.
Hunt ran his tricorder in the air and around the room once more, his scans had picked up a faint trace just meters above them. Just as he quickly ran over to Sovereign and flipped over the unit. The readings had vanished. Treharne walked over to Hunt displaying the same dismayed look.
"Lieutenant look at... I don't understand." said Mason.
Just as Sovereign was about to speak, Soren came walking in and pulled up a seat.
"Let's not try that again," she muttered, returning to her seat and rubbed her shin in thought. "Defense mechanism, or coincidence?"
"Welcome Lieutenant to our little huddle here. We are just waiting for the Captain and her team to arrive. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" asked the first officer suddenly got hungry and pulled out a rashion.
Yrel momentarily thought back to the marine that had been so nice as to get her safely to the Malinche in the shuttlecraft. A funny character.
"Just long," she replied, thinking back again to shuttlecraft and the leg cramps she had been the victum of.
"Now that you are here perhaps you wouldn't mind helping us with a little problem we have run into. Mr.Thomas has discovered a high EM signature during his initial scans. We do not know what is powering it nor unable to determine a location for it. Ensign Rayne has gone off to hopefully dig into the hotel's computer systems for anything that would help us. (Motioning the guard to bring the box over to the science chief)."
She juggle the short burst of information around and nodded. "The captain, Soren, and I had ran into some...elusive...readings of our own in the basement. There could be a connection." She excepted the box by the security guard, hefting the weight of it for a moment and returning her attention to Hunt.
"We believe it has some connection to Jason here that is why he is on the other side of the room with the doctor. One thing is for sure it does have a range limit. When he is near it he tends to fall into a state of disallusion. I'm not sure but I think this thing is somehow related to the missing team, the EM readings and Jason's being ill." stated Mason.
When Hunt moved over to the doctor and Jason, Yrel studied the box in her hands. She thought it was pretty dangerous to roll the box end over end, but she did it anyways. Devices that got powered by a distant EM source tended, in her experience, not to be very volitile like, say, explosives. She removed her tricorder again and flipped it open, running a passive scan over the surface, just as Hunt returned to address her.
"Sovereign, it might help to take this into this corner and run some analysis on it. I know it may prove pointless but all the same it might give us more information before the Captain arrives."
"Sure thing, sir," she said, standing up and dragging a chair over to the corner, box and tricorder still in hand. She hadn't really been hungery enough to eat anything as she had a descent enough stuffing of field rations back on the shuttle. After sitting down, she lowered the box to the floor, freeing up her hand to adjust the tricorder as she went. Other than a well sealed shell, nearly impervisous to her tricorder's scanss, she had nothing. This whole mission so far was becoming more difficult than she could have really preparted for. The only thing she had conjured up was a possible realtion to the seal of the device and the evasive readings in the basement. Possibly related technology.
She tried a new modulation to try and penetrate through to the devices shell, when then the loud noise ripped through the room and cause everyone to collapse. Yrel almost fell on top the box but had managed to brace her fall and slide off to the right. When it was over, she returned quickly to her feet and shook her head.
Hunt ran his tricorder in the air and around the room once more, his scans had picked up a faint trace just meters above them. Just as he quickly ran over to Sovereign and flipped over the unit. The readings had vanished. Treharne walked over to Hunt displaying the same dismayed look.
"Lieutenant look at... I don't understand." said Mason.
Just as Sovereign was about to speak, Soren came walking in and pulled up a seat.
"Let's not try that again," she muttered, returning to her seat and rubbed her shin in thought. "Defense mechanism, or coincidence?"
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Soren got comfortable. He had heard the feedback signal in the hallway and tried to track the signal, but once again lost it as the tricorder started closing in on the source.
He had also heard Lt. Sovereign muttering as he took his seat.
"Defense mechanism, I think, ma'am. There are just too many anomalies for any of this to be a coincidence. Something's just not right. Have you found anything new?"
He had also heard Lt. Sovereign muttering as he took his seat.
"Defense mechanism, I think, ma'am. There are just too many anomalies for any of this to be a coincidence. Something's just not right. Have you found anything new?"
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
<<Hotel Direidi, Conference Room, 1702, Day 3>>
After Jaran found a place for himself in the conference room, Isabel walked over to the front of the room and turned to look at her crew...at least, those that were there. Jason didn't seem to be looking very well, and Sarah, Mark, and Todd were missing.
She first turned to Jason, "Are you alright Lieutenant?"
Jason nodded slightly, "I'll be fine."
"What happened?" Isabel looked from Jason to Amanda, who was next to him.
"A device Mr. Hunt found was generating some sort of field that was reacting with the symbiote in Lieutenant Barrett. As long as it's kept away from him, he should be fine," Amanda said. "I told him it might be better if he went back to the ship, but he refused."
Isabel nodded, "Honestly, we could use his expertise here if he feels able, though I'd rather you stayed close by him, Doctor."
Seeing Amanda nod, Isabel turned to Mason, "Commander, where is Ensign Rayne? She was supposed to be with you..."
"I sent her to look into a few things before coming here. She should be back once she's finished," Mason noted.
"Okay. Can anyone tell me where Lieutenants Grayson and Peters are?" Isabel didn't like the fact that a entire team was missing. Either they were on to something and were still looking into it, or they were in trouble. Hopefully it wasn't the latter.
Isabel's eyes slowly moved around the room, "Before I tell you a theory I thought of on my way here and we listen to what everyone found so we can decide our next course of action, I'd like to introduce two crewmembers to you. Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign has joined us as Chief Science Officer, and Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran has returned as Chief Flight Control Officer. I'm sure the rest of the crew will introduce themselves when they get a chance." She smiled and nodded to the two newest additions, or re-addition as in the case of Jaran, to her crew.
"As for my theory...first let me say that Chief Soren, Lieutenant Sovereign, and I picked up a good deal of seemingly random fluctuations here and in the new wing. I'll let them give a more detailed description," Isabel said.
She continued, "Now, keeping in mind that the Direidi have not harmed any visitors here to date and that they are Federation members, I do not believe they have harmed the survey team. That said, it very well may be that the Direidi have....hidden them away. Perhaps the Direidi found out something about the Sirion, something that would make it dangerous for the survey team to return. In order to save them, the Direidi used the random fluctuations to lure them elsewhere, until another Federation starship arrived. Maybe they're now simply leaving the survey team in one of their...interesting...situations and allowing us to find them."
Isabel watched her crew's faces for their reactions. At the very least, she hoped they would entertain the possibility that her theory could be correct. No doubt they'd let her know what they thought shortly. "If anyone has any thoughts on this, we can discuss it. Before we do, I'd like to have everyone share what their team found so we can take everything into account. Who would like to start?"
OFF: Tag Crew! Give updates/discuss as you will. If you want to JP with me (or others in the meeting), just let me (or them) know!
After Jaran found a place for himself in the conference room, Isabel walked over to the front of the room and turned to look at her crew...at least, those that were there. Jason didn't seem to be looking very well, and Sarah, Mark, and Todd were missing.
She first turned to Jason, "Are you alright Lieutenant?"
Jason nodded slightly, "I'll be fine."
"What happened?" Isabel looked from Jason to Amanda, who was next to him.
"A device Mr. Hunt found was generating some sort of field that was reacting with the symbiote in Lieutenant Barrett. As long as it's kept away from him, he should be fine," Amanda said. "I told him it might be better if he went back to the ship, but he refused."
Isabel nodded, "Honestly, we could use his expertise here if he feels able, though I'd rather you stayed close by him, Doctor."
Seeing Amanda nod, Isabel turned to Mason, "Commander, where is Ensign Rayne? She was supposed to be with you..."
"I sent her to look into a few things before coming here. She should be back once she's finished," Mason noted.
"Okay. Can anyone tell me where Lieutenants Grayson and Peters are?" Isabel didn't like the fact that a entire team was missing. Either they were on to something and were still looking into it, or they were in trouble. Hopefully it wasn't the latter.
Isabel's eyes slowly moved around the room, "Before I tell you a theory I thought of on my way here and we listen to what everyone found so we can decide our next course of action, I'd like to introduce two crewmembers to you. Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign has joined us as Chief Science Officer, and Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran has returned as Chief Flight Control Officer. I'm sure the rest of the crew will introduce themselves when they get a chance." She smiled and nodded to the two newest additions, or re-addition as in the case of Jaran, to her crew.
"As for my theory...first let me say that Chief Soren, Lieutenant Sovereign, and I picked up a good deal of seemingly random fluctuations here and in the new wing. I'll let them give a more detailed description," Isabel said.
She continued, "Now, keeping in mind that the Direidi have not harmed any visitors here to date and that they are Federation members, I do not believe they have harmed the survey team. That said, it very well may be that the Direidi have....hidden them away. Perhaps the Direidi found out something about the Sirion, something that would make it dangerous for the survey team to return. In order to save them, the Direidi used the random fluctuations to lure them elsewhere, until another Federation starship arrived. Maybe they're now simply leaving the survey team in one of their...interesting...situations and allowing us to find them."
Isabel watched her crew's faces for their reactions. At the very least, she hoped they would entertain the possibility that her theory could be correct. No doubt they'd let her know what they thought shortly. "If anyone has any thoughts on this, we can discuss it. Before we do, I'd like to have everyone share what their team found so we can take everything into account. Who would like to start?"
OFF: Tag Crew! Give updates/discuss as you will. If you want to JP with me (or others in the meeting), just let me (or them) know!
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Peters
- Senior Staff
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- Location: Space, the final frontier...
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Jailbreak: Take 2
ON: <Direidi Jail Cell, 1655>
Peters looked at the ancient clock on the wall and shook his head. He then looked back to his cell mate. "Well, I guess that does it, we'll definitely be missing the Captain's meeting. Think she'll be mad?" Peters grinned at Grayson.
Mark shrugged. "I never pay attention to briefings anyway", replied him, moody. "I'm still baffled that our hosts can block ours communicators but threw us in a crude prison." He had thought about the situation since they were put back in their cells and all his equipment taken from him. "We can't play their game, Peters. We need to escape and before you say anything... I don't have a plan D."
Peters looked at Grayson and fought back a chuckle. "Well, I must say, I'm shocked. I do have a plan, though... This building is either very old, assuming it's genuine, or is made of stage materials, if this is all an elaborate show for us. Either way, we're going to try pushing out through the back wall here. "
"Pushing through a wall.. For a moment I thought you would suggest that we should dig our way out using only spoons." Mark made little effort to hide the irony in his voice. "The wall doesn't appear to have even a crack, how do you know it's going to fall down if we push?"
"Just trust me. And the spoons are plan B... but for that we need to actually have spoons." Peters gave Grayson a totally serious look as he spoke. "But remember, the first thing you have to learn is that there is no spoon. Get ready to push when I say go."
"One, two, three... GO!" Peters threw himself up against the wall as hard as he could, leading with his right shoulder. To his surprise, the wall didn't go down, but he went through it and into the street behind it.
Mark didn't move when Peters signaled. He just watched what he believed to be a futile effort become a way out. After Peters disappeared, he put his arm through the wall. "Hologram. Curious", said him thoughtful. Putting his head through the hologram he saw Peters getting up from the ground. "Very effective, Peters. I would never thought this section of the wall was only a hologram.", said him jumping to join Peters. "Since this is your plan, which way?"
"Not quite what I was expecting either. Too bad we didn't lean against that wall earlier." Peters grimaced and rubbed his shoulder as he looked around. Then he pointed. "This way. We won't be seen from the building until we're too far away to recognize by eyesight."
"Lead the way. Our primary objective is now aborted. We need to inform the rest of crew of the situation", said Mark, following Peters. "I would guess that someone will go after us in a moment or two. They want to chase us. It's fun for them.", Mark was now understanding, at least part of, the Direidi game rules.
Peters started off at a jog in the direction he'd pointed. He wondered if Grayson might be starting to understand the locals a bit, or if he was just guessing. Either way, he was probably right. And he was definitely right about them being followed. Looking back behind him, Peters saw a pair of officers come through the same "wall" they'd escaped out of and start after them.
"They could have at least given us a head start," he muttered.
"But, then, Peters, wouldn't 'fun'", replied Grayson, "Let's indulge them. Move!"
Both men started running towards nearest corner with the officers right behind them. Mark noticed movement in the other side of the street they were running. There were at least five more officer. "Damn it", he muttered. "They're trying to leads us somewhere", said him. "See that sewer hatch, Peters?"
"Oh, don't tell me you want us to go down there?" Peters groaned. "We get to stink again."
"Yes, yes, we're going to smell 'nice' again. An engineer that doesn't like to get dirty, what were the odds ? Let's go. We can lose them in the sewers!"
"I don't mind getting dirty," Peters retorted, "it's the smell I object to." Nevertheless, he had to admit it was a good plan. He skidded to a stop just before the manhole cover and reached down to pull it up. With a little effort it came out.
"After you," Peters said to Grayson and he set the cover just off the to side, where it could be easily reached from the inside.
Grayson shook his head and jumped into the sewer opening. He landed in a stream of water, very dark. "Hey, Peters, the smell isn't bad, but I hope you don't mind getting wet!", yelled him. Looking around Mark tried to envision a plan to lose the Direidi officers.
Peters slid down through the hole, grabbing the ladder inside long enough to reach back out and pull the cover back over. He knew it wouldn't make much difference if the cops had seen them come down here, but if they hadn't, it would be a dead give away if left open.
With the cover back in place, he jumped down into the water. "Wet's fine. And you're right, this doesn't smell as bad as that trash heap. So, which way now?"
Mark looked around. When they were hauled to the jail, he memorized the direction they had been taken. If he was correct that would put them south-southwest of the hotel. Looking to the left tunnel, Mark turned to Peters. "The hotel is that way, but, we need to go the other for a few minutes or they'll guess our intent. Let's go."
Grayson took point and ran fast, his feet splashing the water running in the opposite direction. "Let's make a lot of noise and leave a lot of clues pointing to the wrong direction. Got it?", asked him to Peters, that was following right behind.
"Got it," Peters gasped in reply between breaths. He sprinted along after Grayson, making as much noise and as big of splashes as possible, which generally meant that he was making himself and the walls of the sewer as wet as possible.
All of a sudden Peters felt his foot catch on something beneath the water. He plunged forward, falling into the water and coming up sputtering. "This is just NOT my day."
Mark stopped and looked back. "Come on, Peters, this isn't the time for a swimm!" His tone was light, but his face betrayed his worriness. They had ran for about sixty meters to east, now they had to start to moving towards south. He extended his hand to the fallen Engineer. "Some more meters and we can start going back to the hotel. This time no splashing, no noise and please , no hand waving!"
"Yes, sir, Mister Fearless Leader, sir," Peters quipped as he got back to his feet. "Once again, I say, Lay on, MacDuff."
OFF:
Another JP with
Lieutenant, JG Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche
&
Peters looked at the ancient clock on the wall and shook his head. He then looked back to his cell mate. "Well, I guess that does it, we'll definitely be missing the Captain's meeting. Think she'll be mad?" Peters grinned at Grayson.
Mark shrugged. "I never pay attention to briefings anyway", replied him, moody. "I'm still baffled that our hosts can block ours communicators but threw us in a crude prison." He had thought about the situation since they were put back in their cells and all his equipment taken from him. "We can't play their game, Peters. We need to escape and before you say anything... I don't have a plan D."
Peters looked at Grayson and fought back a chuckle. "Well, I must say, I'm shocked. I do have a plan, though... This building is either very old, assuming it's genuine, or is made of stage materials, if this is all an elaborate show for us. Either way, we're going to try pushing out through the back wall here. "
"Pushing through a wall.. For a moment I thought you would suggest that we should dig our way out using only spoons." Mark made little effort to hide the irony in his voice. "The wall doesn't appear to have even a crack, how do you know it's going to fall down if we push?"
"Just trust me. And the spoons are plan B... but for that we need to actually have spoons." Peters gave Grayson a totally serious look as he spoke. "But remember, the first thing you have to learn is that there is no spoon. Get ready to push when I say go."
"One, two, three... GO!" Peters threw himself up against the wall as hard as he could, leading with his right shoulder. To his surprise, the wall didn't go down, but he went through it and into the street behind it.
Mark didn't move when Peters signaled. He just watched what he believed to be a futile effort become a way out. After Peters disappeared, he put his arm through the wall. "Hologram. Curious", said him thoughtful. Putting his head through the hologram he saw Peters getting up from the ground. "Very effective, Peters. I would never thought this section of the wall was only a hologram.", said him jumping to join Peters. "Since this is your plan, which way?"
"Not quite what I was expecting either. Too bad we didn't lean against that wall earlier." Peters grimaced and rubbed his shoulder as he looked around. Then he pointed. "This way. We won't be seen from the building until we're too far away to recognize by eyesight."
"Lead the way. Our primary objective is now aborted. We need to inform the rest of crew of the situation", said Mark, following Peters. "I would guess that someone will go after us in a moment or two. They want to chase us. It's fun for them.", Mark was now understanding, at least part of, the Direidi game rules.
Peters started off at a jog in the direction he'd pointed. He wondered if Grayson might be starting to understand the locals a bit, or if he was just guessing. Either way, he was probably right. And he was definitely right about them being followed. Looking back behind him, Peters saw a pair of officers come through the same "wall" they'd escaped out of and start after them.
"They could have at least given us a head start," he muttered.
"But, then, Peters, wouldn't 'fun'", replied Grayson, "Let's indulge them. Move!"
Both men started running towards nearest corner with the officers right behind them. Mark noticed movement in the other side of the street they were running. There were at least five more officer. "Damn it", he muttered. "They're trying to leads us somewhere", said him. "See that sewer hatch, Peters?"
"Oh, don't tell me you want us to go down there?" Peters groaned. "We get to stink again."
"Yes, yes, we're going to smell 'nice' again. An engineer that doesn't like to get dirty, what were the odds ? Let's go. We can lose them in the sewers!"
"I don't mind getting dirty," Peters retorted, "it's the smell I object to." Nevertheless, he had to admit it was a good plan. He skidded to a stop just before the manhole cover and reached down to pull it up. With a little effort it came out.
"After you," Peters said to Grayson and he set the cover just off the to side, where it could be easily reached from the inside.
Grayson shook his head and jumped into the sewer opening. He landed in a stream of water, very dark. "Hey, Peters, the smell isn't bad, but I hope you don't mind getting wet!", yelled him. Looking around Mark tried to envision a plan to lose the Direidi officers.
Peters slid down through the hole, grabbing the ladder inside long enough to reach back out and pull the cover back over. He knew it wouldn't make much difference if the cops had seen them come down here, but if they hadn't, it would be a dead give away if left open.
With the cover back in place, he jumped down into the water. "Wet's fine. And you're right, this doesn't smell as bad as that trash heap. So, which way now?"
Mark looked around. When they were hauled to the jail, he memorized the direction they had been taken. If he was correct that would put them south-southwest of the hotel. Looking to the left tunnel, Mark turned to Peters. "The hotel is that way, but, we need to go the other for a few minutes or they'll guess our intent. Let's go."
Grayson took point and ran fast, his feet splashing the water running in the opposite direction. "Let's make a lot of noise and leave a lot of clues pointing to the wrong direction. Got it?", asked him to Peters, that was following right behind.
"Got it," Peters gasped in reply between breaths. He sprinted along after Grayson, making as much noise and as big of splashes as possible, which generally meant that he was making himself and the walls of the sewer as wet as possible.
All of a sudden Peters felt his foot catch on something beneath the water. He plunged forward, falling into the water and coming up sputtering. "This is just NOT my day."
Mark stopped and looked back. "Come on, Peters, this isn't the time for a swimm!" His tone was light, but his face betrayed his worriness. They had ran for about sixty meters to east, now they had to start to moving towards south. He extended his hand to the fallen Engineer. "Some more meters and we can start going back to the hotel. This time no splashing, no noise and please , no hand waving!"
"Yes, sir, Mister Fearless Leader, sir," Peters quipped as he got back to his feet. "Once again, I say, Lay on, MacDuff."
OFF:
Another JP with
Lieutenant, JG Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<Conference Room, 1702, Day 3>
Amanda looked around, noting that no one had spoken up yet. She might as well give them what information that had managed to glean, however pointless as it may seem. She looked to her left to see Lt. Barrett looking at the readings that he had taken earlier.
"We found several random EM flucations outside the building," Amanda started. "As well as organic material embedded in a porition of the wall...or rather what was reading as a wall."
"Organic material?" Mason asked.
"Yes," Amanda answered. "The EM readings we were detecting were causing interference, though I don't think it was a body or anything like that...looked more like grass or other inert organic material. Additionally, we found several areas of dying vetigation, possible concealing doorway."
Jason cleared his throat next to her. "I think its highly possible, captain. Looking at the data on her tricorder I'd say that they coudl be consistent of a poorly consctructed photonic matrix, leaking energy thats killing off the vegitation."
"Interesting indeed," Isabel said. "What did your survey turn up?"
"Nothing of that much interest," Jason shrugged. "We did find that in both rooms whoever was occupying them was looking through the hotels computer at the layout of the basement and the surrouding buildings as well a the sewer system."
"Why would they do that?" Soveriegn asked.
"Could be any number of things, although I tend to agree with the captain's theroy, its possible that they detected the same EM readings were did and went looking for answers, in more ways then one. If I were them I would have looked into the surrounding areas."
"So would I," Amanda added on. "And during my time with the Marines we found a doorway like this once, though it was much more poorly concealed then this was...assuming what we found was a door."
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USS Malinche
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<Conference Room, 1702, Day 3>
Amanda looked around, noting that no one had spoken up yet. She might as well give them what information that had managed to glean, however pointless as it may seem. She looked to her left to see Lt. Barrett looking at the readings that he had taken earlier.
"We found several random EM flucations outside the building," Amanda started. "As well as organic material embedded in a porition of the wall...or rather what was reading as a wall."
"Organic material?" Mason asked.
"Yes," Amanda answered. "The EM readings we were detecting were causing interference, though I don't think it was a body or anything like that...looked more like grass or other inert organic material. Additionally, we found several areas of dying vetigation, possible concealing doorway."
Jason cleared his throat next to her. "I think its highly possible, captain. Looking at the data on her tricorder I'd say that they coudl be consistent of a poorly consctructed photonic matrix, leaking energy thats killing off the vegitation."
"Interesting indeed," Isabel said. "What did your survey turn up?"
"Nothing of that much interest," Jason shrugged. "We did find that in both rooms whoever was occupying them was looking through the hotels computer at the layout of the basement and the surrouding buildings as well a the sewer system."
"Why would they do that?" Soveriegn asked.
"Could be any number of things, although I tend to agree with the captain's theroy, its possible that they detected the same EM readings were did and went looking for answers, in more ways then one. If I were them I would have looked into the surrounding areas."
"So would I," Amanda added on. "And during my time with the Marines we found a doorway like this once, though it was much more poorly concealed then this was...assuming what we found was a door."
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USS Malinche
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Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Abubakar
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Conference Room. 1702, Day 3.
Abubakar stood, leaning against the wall with his mind more on the potentialy attractive women with potentialy more than two breasts around the potential swimming pool with potentialy poorly made bikini's, than this mundane meeting.
For the sake of the Kosst, a starship had disappeared, an entire Starfleet crew..
At Darkhead's, or whatever her name was, statement - he found himself irritated by her seemingly not finishing her sentence.
"And...?" he asked, dipping his head and looking 'up' at her with annoyed eyes and irritation in his voice. "Then what...?"
Before she could answer, Abubakar pushed himself off of the wall and walked into the room a bit more, his hands raised and stressing syllables as he spoke in frustration; "You know it seems to me that we are doing exactly what the Sirion crew did, so what the hell is going to happen when we all disappear too, huh? We should call Fleet, and have a proper investigative team sent here. Failing that we should be actively searching, productively, for the Sirion and her crew"
He paused to take a breath and launched back into his verbal assault on the Captains 'way of doing things'
"It is obvious, that this Government know 'something' about the Sirion, would it not make sense to demand some answers? We do have one kickass starship orbiting the planet, a few photons touching down somewhere remote to demonstrate we can and will knock their asses back into the dark ages might help some!"
"Captain" he said, his voice calming and his left fist gradualy unclenching,,"Wouldn't it be appropriate to send a team to at the very least talkto the Government, this Planets leader? Even taking into account your theory, and they're 'letting' us find the Sirion crew, it isn't good enough they should allow us access."
His eyebrow arcing, he found a new route of attack. "How well do you trust your theory Captain...? Very well? To put it before us you must have a pretty strong feeling about it, that they know where the Sirion crew is. So assuming your theory is correct, and that you stand by it... then the Government, or some power here, knows where the crew as and we should demand to be taken to their location or..."
He paused, looked around the room, and continued, "...show we are willing to extend other measures to bring our people home"
The way he saw it, the Captain would eithed have to back out of her probably correct theory, thus displaying a sign of weakness and indecisiveness that she most certainly wouldn't want to do, or stand by her statement and do what was perfectly reasonable and demand the crew back from the abducting government.
"A starship doesn't just 'disappear' above a Federation world." he finished.
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Abubakar stood, leaning against the wall with his mind more on the potentialy attractive women with potentialy more than two breasts around the potential swimming pool with potentialy poorly made bikini's, than this mundane meeting.
For the sake of the Kosst, a starship had disappeared, an entire Starfleet crew..
At Darkhead's, or whatever her name was, statement - he found himself irritated by her seemingly not finishing her sentence.
"And...?" he asked, dipping his head and looking 'up' at her with annoyed eyes and irritation in his voice. "Then what...?"
Before she could answer, Abubakar pushed himself off of the wall and walked into the room a bit more, his hands raised and stressing syllables as he spoke in frustration; "You know it seems to me that we are doing exactly what the Sirion crew did, so what the hell is going to happen when we all disappear too, huh? We should call Fleet, and have a proper investigative team sent here. Failing that we should be actively searching, productively, for the Sirion and her crew"
He paused to take a breath and launched back into his verbal assault on the Captains 'way of doing things'
"It is obvious, that this Government know 'something' about the Sirion, would it not make sense to demand some answers? We do have one kickass starship orbiting the planet, a few photons touching down somewhere remote to demonstrate we can and will knock their asses back into the dark ages might help some!"
"Captain" he said, his voice calming and his left fist gradualy unclenching,,"Wouldn't it be appropriate to send a team to at the very least talkto the Government, this Planets leader? Even taking into account your theory, and they're 'letting' us find the Sirion crew, it isn't good enough they should allow us access."
His eyebrow arcing, he found a new route of attack. "How well do you trust your theory Captain...? Very well? To put it before us you must have a pretty strong feeling about it, that they know where the Sirion crew is. So assuming your theory is correct, and that you stand by it... then the Government, or some power here, knows where the crew as and we should demand to be taken to their location or..."
He paused, looked around the room, and continued, "...show we are willing to extend other measures to bring our people home"
The way he saw it, the Captain would eithed have to back out of her probably correct theory, thus displaying a sign of weakness and indecisiveness that she most certainly wouldn't want to do, or stand by her statement and do what was perfectly reasonable and demand the crew back from the abducting government.
"A starship doesn't just 'disappear' above a Federation world." he finished.
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Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<Conference Room, 1702, Day 3>
Jason rolled his eyes. It was clear that Abubakar's firey tempor wasn't going to get them anywhere...other then a shouting match like before in the breifing room.
"They're Federation members," Jason calmly added. "We can't just drop a few photons down on them without creating an intstellar incident."
"So, we just sit here?" Abubakar asked.
"No," Jason shook his head. "Captain, I think your theroy is sound it makes sense. I would suggest that you let me bring Zero (NPC) down, I can investigate the sewers around the area, maybe there are some more clues down there. We should go back to where we found the orginal readings and have a closer look."
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<Conference Room, 1702, Day 3>
Jason rolled his eyes. It was clear that Abubakar's firey tempor wasn't going to get them anywhere...other then a shouting match like before in the breifing room.
"They're Federation members," Jason calmly added. "We can't just drop a few photons down on them without creating an intstellar incident."
"So, we just sit here?" Abubakar asked.
"No," Jason shook his head. "Captain, I think your theroy is sound it makes sense. I would suggest that you let me bring Zero (NPC) down, I can investigate the sewers around the area, maybe there are some more clues down there. We should go back to where we found the orginal readings and have a closer look."
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Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi, Conference Room, 1711, Day 3>>
Well, this was going spectacularly...Not fifteen minutes in and a request to use photon torpedoes. And this was from the crewmember who'd just returned at that. Then again, Isabel had to take into account the mission he'd just been on, and well...it was Jaran.
Jason's idea seemed a bit more promising, at least. Both seemed to be rushing though.
Isabel turned to face Jason and Jaran, standing tall while looking directly at each man as she addressed him. "Mr. Abubakar, the Malinche will not be firing unprovoked on a fellow Federation member, first of all. I have no desire to be court martialled or to have one of Obsidian Fleet's Admirals watching us like a hawk."
Waiting a few moments for that sink in, she continued, "Now, as far as talking to the Direidi officials, that has already been done. As you've just rejoined us, I realize you don't know everything that's gone on. That said, I do believe, as I stated, that the Direidi know where the Sirion survey team is, or at least suspect what happened to them. From what Mr. Peters has said, and the history I know, simply going to demand answers is not the way to approach this situation."
"On other worlds we are supposed to abide by their customs and follow their way of doing things. Going to the Direidi officials and demanding more information will not accomplish anything, as it is not their way. However, I happen to know that the Malinche crew is more than capable of solving this mystery and recovering the survey team and Sirion, with or without the help of the Direidi," Isabel concluded.
The Captain then turned to Jason, "Mr. Barrett, I will take your suggestion into consideration. I would like to hear what everyone has found though, before making final decisions as to the next step of our investigations. We may be able to piece together more of the situation once we've heard about everything. Not to mention that we're missing two members of our crew at this point in time."
She paused a few moments, waiting to see if either man had a response. Seeing none at the moment, Isabel took her seat. "Who would like to continue? Mr. Hunt, Ms. Sovereign, Ms. Thundera, or Mr. Soren?"
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Well, this was going spectacularly...Not fifteen minutes in and a request to use photon torpedoes. And this was from the crewmember who'd just returned at that. Then again, Isabel had to take into account the mission he'd just been on, and well...it was Jaran.
Jason's idea seemed a bit more promising, at least. Both seemed to be rushing though.
Isabel turned to face Jason and Jaran, standing tall while looking directly at each man as she addressed him. "Mr. Abubakar, the Malinche will not be firing unprovoked on a fellow Federation member, first of all. I have no desire to be court martialled or to have one of Obsidian Fleet's Admirals watching us like a hawk."
Waiting a few moments for that sink in, she continued, "Now, as far as talking to the Direidi officials, that has already been done. As you've just rejoined us, I realize you don't know everything that's gone on. That said, I do believe, as I stated, that the Direidi know where the Sirion survey team is, or at least suspect what happened to them. From what Mr. Peters has said, and the history I know, simply going to demand answers is not the way to approach this situation."
"On other worlds we are supposed to abide by their customs and follow their way of doing things. Going to the Direidi officials and demanding more information will not accomplish anything, as it is not their way. However, I happen to know that the Malinche crew is more than capable of solving this mystery and recovering the survey team and Sirion, with or without the help of the Direidi," Isabel concluded.
The Captain then turned to Jason, "Mr. Barrett, I will take your suggestion into consideration. I would like to hear what everyone has found though, before making final decisions as to the next step of our investigations. We may be able to piece together more of the situation once we've heard about everything. Not to mention that we're missing two members of our crew at this point in time."
She paused a few moments, waiting to see if either man had a response. Seeing none at the moment, Isabel took her seat. "Who would like to continue? Mr. Hunt, Ms. Sovereign, Ms. Thundera, or Mr. Soren?"
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Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
Soren stood to attention.
"Captain. As you know, the readings from the basement were inconclusive, but they were suggestive. Each time the sensing tools began to detect something, we got a surge that basically shut down the scan. I can only think of two ways that this could be done."
He shifted his weight.
"First, a quantum phenomenon. Little random black holes that open and close that measure from millimeters to meters, then come to an end. This is a theory that would strain quantum physics a bit, but it is one explanation. The other is a trip frequency...the scan's frequency is detected and raises a dampening field that frustrates the scan. I like this theory because it "plays" so to speak to this species' taste for gamesmanship. I would wager that the Science section could create a sensor that could outrun the frequency detection and help us find what these folks are hiding...perhaps the missing crew."
The chief resumed his seat.
"Captain. As you know, the readings from the basement were inconclusive, but they were suggestive. Each time the sensing tools began to detect something, we got a surge that basically shut down the scan. I can only think of two ways that this could be done."
He shifted his weight.
"First, a quantum phenomenon. Little random black holes that open and close that measure from millimeters to meters, then come to an end. This is a theory that would strain quantum physics a bit, but it is one explanation. The other is a trip frequency...the scan's frequency is detected and raises a dampening field that frustrates the scan. I like this theory because it "plays" so to speak to this species' taste for gamesmanship. I would wager that the Science section could create a sensor that could outrun the frequency detection and help us find what these folks are hiding...perhaps the missing crew."
The chief resumed his seat.
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B