Season 2 Episode 2: Under Cover and Out of Uniform

[Kyan Mackenzie]

:: The Landing Strip ::

The burly man strode through the doorway and into the cacophony of lights, sounds, smells, and patrons in various stages of undress that comprised the seedy strip club. He made his way seamlessly past the bouncer who simply nodded at him. Over his shoulder the man carried a pint-sized security officer on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. The ancient boy's face was buried in the man's shoulder and his left arm was concealed by the broad neck of his conveyance.

"Got yourself a new toy Zeke?" someone asked.

The man, called Zeke by his friends, acknowledged the question with a forced smile and carried on.
Eventually he made his way through the sea of gyrating bodies to the other side where he entered the private area for the club's staff, discreet dances, and other activities.  As he made his way further into the back area, and away from the main area of the club, the lighting was subdued here, casting long shadows on most of the spaces. The burly man-mule carried the boy to the end of the corridor and then into a room on the left. It was empty save for some spartan furnishings, and a computer console. The spindly looking man at the console looked up quickly as the doors slid open. Seeing Zeke, his guard dropped for a moment.

"Hey Zeke we thought..." he began amicably, but upon seeing his friend was not alone instantly grew suspicious. "hey why are you carrying a kid?" the man asked, rising from his seat. "You know no one is supposed to be back here. Klaws is gonna..."

Having been supplied with the probable cause that Starfleet rules required, Kyan's need for secrecy was now at an and. He removed the sharp end of his blade from the side of Zeke's neck, swinging his legs down and dropping to the floor in front of him. With the same blade now pressed against the tall man's inner thigh he rose to his feet.

"Merry met computer criminal." Kyan offered with a smile. "Kyan Mackenzie's me name, and Oi've come here tae speak with ye. Sure and Zeke, with whom you're aquainted, was kind enough to provide me with a lift." Kyan motioned for the big man to sit down, which he did gratefully, his genitals now free from imminent removal.

Sensing that the computer guy was going to say something or move, Kyan spoke first. "Now, Oi'll ask yous two tae sit over there in those chairs the now and NOT move. And if ye cannae do that... then I shall be forced tae put you to sleep with my phaser, or with other means which I have, that would be more... permanent."

"Is this a game?" Computer guy asked, inching toward his computer. "Zeke, what the hell is going on here?"

Kyan withdrew his phaser from the shoulder holster, shooting Zeke in the chest with it and aimed it at the man before speaking. "This would be your final chance tae avoid getting shot, because Oi've nae time fer gamesmanship. As ye can see from yer friend's impromptu trip to dreamland, Oi'm quite serious, and have been truthful in my words with ye. So know for a mortal certainty that if ye make one more move toward yer computer there, you WILL be joining yer friend in whatever sick dreams he is having the now. An Oi'll be happy to do it, and get what I need without yer help."

Having seen is friend shot, and now slumped over drooling on himself, the man didn't move. "If I help you, I'm as good as dead." He reasoned, his mind working on an escape plan.

"What makes you think you'll live if you don't help me?" Kyan deadpanned. "Oi'm just as likely to switch this phaser to a higher setting, vaporizing you... or send you packing to the Summerlands with me knife, and no mistake. Ye should worry about the dangers in front of ye the now, and not the ones that lurk elsewhere."

The man weighed his choices, both of which were equally bad, and both of which also leaned strongly in the direction of his demise. "Ok." He said finally. "What do you want me to do?"

Kyan grinned and produced a date rod. "Glad ye've seen the light." He said cheerfully. "Now I want ye to transfer the contents of yer computer there, to this data rod. All of it. And be quick about it.

After once again considering his options, the man took the offered data rod and set to work without offering any further resistance. A few minutes went by in silence as he worked. Finally, when the download was complete, he took the data rod out and offered it back to Kyan. "Ok, here it is. Just like you asked. Now what about me. I need a way off the station and... "

Kyan, having achieved his objective, pocketed the data rod and peered up at the man, who was no longer useful, and in fact now was demanding things. Without commenting further, Kyan leveled his phaser at his chest and fired, dropping him back into his seat, fast asleep. His work finished here, the boy turned on his heel and exited the room. He made his way back into the corridor, where he found T'Prina and the sassy kilt wearing person from earlier. From the looks of it, they'd just had their own altercation. Kyan waited while they conversed.

[Landing Strip]

Xander blinked at her slowly as her nonchalant words sunk in. "What do you mean the code is 'no longer needed'??" he ground out with his croaking voice. "Are you telling me I just wasted my time, my skills - was almost KILLED by that giant testosterone-filled meatsack - to get this code..." he whispered harshly as he whipped out the paper and waved it between them, "And it was all. For. Nothing??" Xander's face was flushed, and it was definitely due to more than just nearly avoiding strangulation.

He took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes, before pushing himself to his feet after the Vulcan. He didn't even bother acknowledging the pretty boy civilian unhelpfully holding a phaser to the unconscious bouncer's head. They had already earned enough attention without him yelling and drawing more.  However, he couldn't completely keep his mouth shut as he turned to face T'Prina. "You know, it might have been pertinent for me to know that you no longer required the code, when you sent me to go get the code. It's a shame you couldn't tell me somehow. Like, oh... I don't know... Through a small communication device..." Xander fished through his kilt pocket to pull out his commbadge. "Maybe something like this?" The passive-aggressive sass rolling off of the kilted ensign was almost tangible.

"Sure and you might've stayed around instead of prancing off earlier and we'd have worked that out eh?" Kyan spoke up. "But it's of no consequence now is it? The gods having seen fit to let you go one living, and not being hurt by your sleeping pal here. Oh. Also there's this, you being a science person I figure you might be able to make use of it." Kyan tossed the data rod over to Dorsett. "It's the contents of a computer terminal back there, from which the drug sellers were working. Might be useful to us."

[Johannes Kentrat]

[Deck 41: Security Offices: Interrogation Room 7]

He'd incurred more injury in this one room than throughout his entire day. Those headbutts had not compared to the near-dislocating might of a furious Klingon Security Officer. He continued to chew nothing, hoping the range of motion hadn't been impaired while the petty officer in the room attempted to calm his superior. Johannes was seeing a theme.

Yet, he stayed obstinate. Violence would not dissuade him, nor would the concept of him losing rank. The ensign was not aware of the bigger picture and had he known, frankly, it seemed to be outweighed by the implications the Captain had put himself under. If he was confronted by a formal investigation, Adeyemi would confess. He'd learn his lesson, Kentrat hoped. If he refused the validity of the allegations though...Kentrat would do something.

In the chrome-surfaced walls, he could see his welts and bruising. His hair was utterly messed, blood helplessly plopped onto his turtleneck, turning to black as colors missed. Harsh, icy blue light strips lay in the creases of the floor, lighting him like a skeleton. He looked and felt like death, but no matter how much the officer screamed or the petty officer pleaded through his restraining effort, Johannes would talk to no one.

Besides the Chief Officer, that is.

His patience and endurance was rewarded as the furious growlings left his ears, which was replaced my a slight ringing, which was then replaced by something a little softer and more put together. Lieutenant Juckson took his seat across from the Ensign.

"You look like hell, Ensign."

A weighted, heavy shrug was the only response.

"So you needed to talk to me specifically. Hurry up."

He took a deep, nasal breath.

"I had gone into this bar, in the lower promenade, to study. Puzzle's was too...hostile at the time. As soon as I walk in, I saw the captain. He'd just glassed some vagrant there, demanding information. The conversation continued, escalated, until it was clear that the two knew each other. From the discussion, I gathered that this vagrant, a drug...dealer or maybe just a customer for the substance, I don't know, was on the starbase on the will of the Captain. In exchange for silence."

That piqued the Lieutenant's eyebrow.

"Silence for what?"

"There could only be so much, but if i could indulge in a little reasoning...I'd say a violent crime, given his more aggressive demeanor and short temper. Assault, murder perhaps, I missed a word here or there in my shock."

"And you were in that Orion's room because?"

Johannes finally drew his face from his reflection, to view the man who was barely coaxing out this information. He'd caught him in a hard swallow. The ensign didn't blame him, for the implications. Corruption charges, absolutely. Perhaps if the statute of limitations wasn't expired, the crime in question that the man had mentioned. More charges were also possible, but that alone could end the current command.

"Looking for a supplier, if I remember right. The Orion was a proxy for some...a bouncer? Malcolm would know better than I do. He got jabbed with the product, if I remember correctly. She tried to stun us with a phaser, twice. I acted in self-defense and in the defense of the captain. We entered and searched without any sort of documentation as far as I'm aware, or does the lack of correct procedure just help the casual atmosphere?"

The lieutenant bit his lip at the venom Jahn had mustered. The aggravation had been rising and rising as he just kept on and on. Every. Time. That he had started his day to hopefully fulfill some sort of average life, he simply stumbled into these predicaments. It was stressing him out.

"Whatever is happening is above your pay grade perhaps, sir. However, the captain's integrity is in severe question."

"What was the name of that bar?

"Starlight, sir."

Metal against metal scored against the walls as Juckson bolted upright; his desperate uncomfortableness was palpable. The security officer didn't know if it was because of what he was about to do, or the stare that just looked through him like glass that the Ensign presented.

"I'll see what I can do. An escort will get you back to your quarters in one piece; you're confined there until further notice."

Nods were exchanged. Each heavy with knowing simply too much.

[Auzual Knox]

[Ops]

Adeyemi took her suggestion and sat. It felt good to be off his feet. The details of the investigation concerned him. The Syndicate had infiltrated the Station to an unacceptable level. He tapped his commbadge.

" Analyn, can you-- "

The little girl appeared, now wearing her usual pink and black Starfleet uniform. Excitedly, she did the endearing half-skip that young children who haven't discovered their ability to hippity-hoppity and half Knox a tiny hug.

"'Mander K-Nox!" She said, hazel eyes big.

"How come she gets addressed by her full rank and name and I don't?" Aeyemi said with a tired half smile. "Take a seat, Analyn."

Analyn reversed herself and backed up insistently into Knox's lap, shimmied butt first onto it, and leaned back bodily into the Trill woman with all of the graceless charm a young child can muster when they don't realize that such things hurt.

"Have surveillance programs been installed in the Columbus's computers?" The captain asked bluntly.

The little girl cocked her head. She was wearing a pair of faux-Vulcan ears, giving her two sets total. She had a strong bond with T'Prina and strived to imitate her appearance.  Though she may look pensive and childish Adeyemi knew her massively powerful brain was whirring away at top speed. All behavior aside, the technical specs of the ANaLYN system were impressive.

"After a diagnostic...yes. Yes, there are. I'll shut 'em down!" Analyn said in a gung-ho voice. "But it'll take a bit."

"Any other ideas?" Adeyemi asked Knox.

Knox could not help but smile as Analyn made herself comfortable on her lap. She missed being called "Lady Twill" by the little one, though was glad that she respected her.

Though the Captain had been through hell, he did not miss anything and Knox respected his ability to focus. She hugged Analyn a little harder and chuckled as the Captain mentioned not being addressed by his rank and name properly. Following until his last point.

"Hold that order, Analyn."

Knox repositioned Analyn as to look towards the Captain directly and raised her right eyebrow and smiled slightly. She would never have thought of it if the Captain had not suggesting turning them off.

"We could use their deviant technologies against them, Sir."

"In order to flush Klaws out we could utilize the holographic emitters to create the impression of many officers positioning themselves outside of the Landing Strip, the civilian lab, the Orion's quarters and the other clubs involved. Play into the actual camera feeds that we are not seeing, but they are. Flood comm lines with the commands that indicate the incorrect orders that fit with the projected images. Leave one particular obscure path to appear clear of Security and then apprehend."

She nodded to the Captain.

Knox to Tritter. We need you in Ops.

I bet he can handle it.

[T'Prina]

[Landing Strip]

He took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes, before pushing himself to his feet after the Vulcan. He didn't even bother acknowledging the pretty boy civilian unhelpfully holding a phaser to the unconscious bouncer's head. They had already earned enough attention without him yelling and drawing more.  However, he couldn't completely keep his mouth shut as he turned to face T'Prina. "You know, it might have been pertinent for me to know that you no longer required the code, when you sent me to go get the code. It's a shame you couldn't tell me somehow. Like, oh... I don't know... Through a small communication device..." Xander fished through his kilt pocket to pull out his commbadge. "Maybe something like this?" The passive-aggressive sass rolling off of the kilted ensign was almost tangible.

[The Landing Strip]

T'Prina raised one swooped Vulcan eyebrow at Dorset, incredulously. If this is how most human males reacted when being rescued, she would not soon make a habit of it. She quickly a hand over the commbadge in his outstretched palm, concealing it from view.

"Next time I will let you handle your musclebound playmates in your own fashion. I did not know for certain that you had your... means of communication." She leaned in closer so she would not be overheard. "Do you think it would have been wise to use a Starfleet commbadge while under cover, Dorset?" She returned his commbadge to an inner pocket in his jacket.

:: The Landing Strip ::

"Sure and you might've stayed around instead of prancing off earlier and we'd have worked that out eh?" Kyan spoke up. "But it's of no consequence now is it? The gods having seen fit to let you go one living, and not being hurt by your sleeping pal here. Oh. Also there's this, you being a science person I figure you might be able to make use of it." Kyan tossed the data rod over to Dorset. "It's the contents of a computer terminal back there, from which the drug sellers were working. Might be useful to us"

The childlike Security Officer was certainly full of surprises. T'Prina was actually glad he had shown up again. She tugged on Jett's sleeve, til he leaned down enough for her to whisper in his ear.

"That's Lt. Kyan Mackenzie. He a Starfleet Security Officer. I have no doubts he can get your information about Asmodeus to where it is needed." She suddenly pulled away when an escalating commotion caught her eye.

[ The Landing Strip ]

Jenna whirled on him, knife still in hand. "I don't give a crap what you have to say about me, but don't you dare say another word about her." She waved a hand behind her, gesturing at Molly's prone form, still pinned by the Klingon. Unfortunately it was the hand wielding the knife, and Cicero pounced, seizing the moment to inject her with the hypospray. Jenna tried to swing the knife back at his face, but he batted her away easily. The Euphoria hit her already abused system hard and she crumpled to the ground.

Cicero stood over her convulsing body smirking cruelly. "Stupid little wh--" He was unable to finish the thought, as Rixxy shot to her feet, fist outstretched. It caught him right under the chin and sent his pearly teeth scattering in all directions over the bar. He fell backwards, unconscious. Jenna convulsed quietly on the floor.

"She's going into shock! Somebody help us!"

[Landing Strip]

Forgetting where she was as Rixxy called out that she was going into shock and immediately dropped to her side and looked around at those who were staring at them. " You heard her we need help someone call for medical " she yelled angrily as she returned to Jenna, willing her to be okay.

In a split second, T'Prina recognized Jenna. The young engineer had just been an ensign when they first met, during the crisis caused when ANaLYN's programming had malfunctioned. As was the way in times of distress, they had formed a bond. "I need to go to her. She is... A friend."

The Vulcan dashed off to join the small group around Jenna. A Betazoid who appeared to be a dancer kneeled near a Klingon woman who had gathered the smaller convulsing Jenna in her arms, so she wouldn't injure herself with the tremors.

Molly then realized she was on the ground. Her head hurt and she was disoriented. It wasn't until Rixxy had let her go that she was able to get her bearings. Her eyes shot open when she saw Jenna convulsing. Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran over. "What happened? What's wrong? I can't remember the last few minutes," She said.

"That petaQ over there hit her with a hypospray of something." Rixxy jerked her head to the side indicating Cicero, where he lay in a crumpled pile covered in his own blood. "You girls had no business getting involved in this nasty mess. I've walked with death before, and it seems to have this one by the hand." She looked down sadly at Jenna's ashen face. The life seemed to be draining out of her.

Molly was shaking as she was crying. She kissed Jenna's forehead. "Please I can't lose you too," she said. She began to sing the prayer that Jenna sang for her when she was sick after the explosion that threw her into the hospital.

T'Prina quietly spoke up, uncomfortable with the naked emotion on display. She gently put a hand on Molly's shoulder. "Excuse me, I think I maybe able to help. You were her Watson, correct? I am not sure if you remember me, but I am a friend.

Rixxy looked at the Vulcan suspiciously, but Molly recognized her and nodded an assent. "Please help her, T'Prina." Her voice shook with tears.

"Please lay her out on the floor and stand back. I am going to attempt a mind meld to stabilize her and buy time for medical intervention." The Klingon reluctantly obliged. T'Prina straddled Jenna and placed her hands on either side of her face, leaning in close. Her fingers found the appropriate pressure points and she quietly chanted, "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts."

[Jenna's Mind - ? ]

" Come on Jenna I can't lose you. You are too much of a fighter to die now,"Caleb said as he was beginning to operate on Jenna. He hung an IV of solution to try and flush her system. Jenna was unresponsive under him as she laid on the operating table. Her heart rate was dropping rapidly. He was prepared to get the paddles ready to jump start her heart.

"I do not believe she is in a position to appreciate your efforts, Doctor." The Vulcan appeared in her usual Starfleet uniform.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the biobed."This operating room is just a construct in Jenna McKinson's mind. Although I was surprised to find you here as well. You are not entirely human, are you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Caleb looked over at T'Prina in both shock and relief. Seeing another being in to possibly help was welcome, but the jig was up. "Normally under the right circumstances, I would say I'd be pleased to make your acquaintance in the proper way. This is no normal circumstance. I sure as hell welcome you on to help," Caleb said.

"How can you tell that I am not human? Wait are you melding with Jenna right now? I've only heard of that in practice," Caleb asked.

T'Prina nodded, and uncrossed her arms, placing a hand on Á¢â,¬ËœJenna's' forehead. "A human would not have a powerful enough katra to link with another human. However it is an unstable link, and given your ignorance, most likely unintentional." She dismissively shrugged a shoulder before continuing. "It is not commonly known, but a mind meld can have... healing properties. There is a noted instance where someone was even revived from death. That however was highly irregular and not often spoken of, for obvious reasons." She frowned slightly as she continued to probe Jenna's mind.

"Well you are right. It did happen by accident. We never said anything because we thought some would call us insane. We just thought it was a connection however unstable it was. Only three well now four know about it," Caleb began. He listened intently to T'Prina's idea. Normally he would not turn to the drastic, but he was up for anything at that point. "I knew my family was hiding something I just didn't realize it. We will need to speak on this later once we work on her. I do want to know exactly what this is, but I can't unless we help her," he said.

"Jenna has been dosed with a powerful drug that is causing her to go into organ failure. I have not had much chance to study it. But to draw conjecture from what I do know, it retards the function of the cerebrum, with overuse creeping into the cerebellum and brainstem. Respiratory and circulatory functions will simply cease." T'Prina looked up at Caleb. "I do not know exactly how you are managing this connection, but what I have planned may prove too strenuous for you. I will give Jenna as much of my own energy as it takes to keep her organs functional. Were you closer it would not be as dangerous for you to do the same. However, you can talk to her. Rouse her spirit and get her to keep fighting. I do not believe I can manage the focus to do both."

"If you've heard Jenna's stories you'd know my predilection toward danger. You work on her and I will continue to speak to her. There's not much left to try here,"Caleb said. He then got on his knees to her could talk to her. "Hey there spitfire," he said. "Remember the trip you, Alice, Mitchel, and I took to the islands. You got so mad at him you damn near busted his skull open with a coconut all over the fact that he stole your bathing suit trying to be a pervert."

While Caleb talked, T'Prina focused her energy directly into Jenna's body, willing her heart to beat and her lungs to work. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... Outwardly it would appear their breathing and heartbeats had synchronized, Jenna's convulsing gradually ceased.

Jenna slowly came to once Caleb talked about Mitchel. "You know you and him are the only men to see me in my birthday suit minus my dad when I was a baby," she said in a weak voice. "That is a boldfaced lie and you know it miss exotic dancer," Caleb said. "I knew you were eavesdropping along. You know as well as I do that I no longer do that. This was for a mission," Jenna said.

T'Prina spoke up then, in a prim, yet exhausted voice. "If you are well enough to banter, perhaps you could focus some of that attention on breathing." She was however, relieved that Jenna was gaining consciousness.

Jenna laughed at that. "Ok ok I will." she was breathing on her own, but her voice was still weak. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you T'Prina. Without your assistance she more than likely would have been lost. No need to worry about me, I was in between meetings when I noticed her light fading," he said.

"Now that the crisis has been averted, I will disengage the meld. I believe we have reversed the worst of the damage but we will get you to the Sickbay. I apologize for any discomfort or lingering emotion that may cause." T'Prina let out a distinctively un-Vulcan sigh. "I will be in touch later, Dr. Brighton, to discuss the matter of your fragmented katra." She nodded sharply and slowly faded from Jenna's mind.

Caleb smiled and kissed Jenna's forehead. "Guess that means that the secret is out. If it is severed then we just talk on video like the normals," Caleb said. Jenna laughed. "Neither of us is normal,"

[The Landing Strip]

T'Prina sat up with a gasp as her consciousness returned to her own body. She gradually became aware of the audience that had gathered and her somewhat undignified position. With a delicate motion she dislodged herself from Jenna. "She will recover. I suggest we take her directly to Sickbay, though." The Vulcan felt awkward and exposed, surrounded by strangers in the smelly, crowded club. She hugged her arms to herself, uncharacteristically anxious.

[Leanna Mazal]

[Landing Strip]

How many times had she found herself in a similar situation to the one they were now in, brutes in charge thinking that they can control the girls that worked for them, forcing them to do their will or face the often heart wrenching consequences. Her mind pulling her to the safe zone she had built up around her because of what she had seen and what she had almost lost but was finding it difficult with the emotions in the room as they tried to suffocate her, making her feel as though she was drowning in their anger, despair, clawing her way back from the abyss as help came in the form of the Vulcan officer she had seen around the station.

Observing and listening as they spoke amongst themselves and nodded when she mentioned a mind meld and at that point was willing to try anything if it meant saving her friend, knowing that this wasn't like before as she focused on the group, ready to do whatever was needed of her. Molly then came to her senses and Rixxy answered her questions, her heart breaking as she went to Jenna and kissed her forehead before singing the prayer.

Going to her to reassure and comfort her as T'Prina began the mind meld watching silently feeling utterly helpless, wishing they had never set foot in this place but she knew why she had too but that didn't stop a tear from falling as she tried to be strong when she wasn't as strong as she once believed. Then through all of the despair and emotion, a darkness fell upon her, something she hadn't experienced since ...... "Oh please no, he can't be here, he just can't" she thought to herself but the darkness left just as quickly as it arrived and maybe she was just oversensitive with the situation but that didn't prevent her from being scared.

Then her focus returned as T'Prina got up and announced that Jenna would recover but that they would need to get her to Sickbay and every negative emotion and feelings seemed to melt away as relief took over and yet noticed the way the Vulcan seemed to withdraw. Noticing the crowd that had gathered she narrowed her eyes at them all.

"If you value your limbs I suggest you got back to whatever you were doing unless you want me to unleash my Klingon friend on you all " she snarled knowing Rixxy wouldn't have a problem sorting them all out and she wasn't going to deny her either but they seemed to get the message and began to move away from the small group.

[Michael J. Tritter]

[Ops]

Knox could not help but smile as Analyn made herself comfortable on her lap. She missed being called "Lady Twill" by the little one, though was glad that she respected her.

Though the Captain had been through hell, he did not miss anything and Knox respected his ability to focus. She hugged Analyn a little harder and chuckled as the Captain mentioned not being addressed by his rank and name properly. Following until his last point.

"Hold that order, Analyn."

Knox repositioned Analyn as to look towards the Captain directly and raised her right eyebrow and smiled slightly. She would never have thought of it if the Captain had not suggesting turning them off.

"We could use their deviant technologies against them, Sir."

"In order to flush Klaws out we could utilize the holographic emitters to create the impression of many officers positioning themselves outside of the Landing Strip, the civilian lab, the Orion's quarters and the other clubs involved. Play into the actual camera feeds that we are not seeing, but they are. Flood comm lines with the commands that indicate the incorrect orders that fit with the projected images. Leave one particular obscure path to appear clear of Security and then apprehend."

She nodded to the Captain.

Knox to Tritter. We need you in Ops.

I bet he can handle it.

[Location: Aborium]

Tritter had been focused on the information he had been looking for when his comm badge went off, he listened carefully to the message that was from the Second Officer. He took a moment and than replied with  Acknowledged, on my way  His tone was calm and collected as he replied, his heavily accented voice was unmistakable for anything but the Executive Officer.

The large man than rose to his feet and and made his way to Operations. The door slid open for the large man, who ducked slightly to enter Operations, the Starbase was obviously not designed to be tall people friendly, especially if you weren't aware of what one may hit their head on. He studied the area, he immediately noticed the Captain and the Second Officer, he than approached them, he moved in a purposeful and assertive fashion that exuded confidence and strength. He than greeted them with the following, "Hello Captain, Commander" his tone was it's typical calm and relaxed manner as he addressed them. His posture slightly rigid, but he seemed a bit less aggressive posture and movement wise as he addressed the Captain and Second Officer.

[Auzual Knox]

[Ops]

Tritter had been focused on the information he had been looking for when his comm badge went off, he listened carefully to the message that was from the Second Officer. He took a moment and than replied with  Acknowledged, on my way  His tone was calm and collected as he replied, his heavily accented voice was unmistakable for anything but the Executive Officer.

The large man than rose to his feet and and made his way to Operations. The door slid open for the large man, who ducked slightly to enter Operations, the Starbase was obviously not designed to be tall people friendly, especially if you weren't aware of what one may hit their head on. He studied the area, he immediately noticed the Captain and the Second Officer, he than approached them, he moved in a purposeful and assertive fashion that exuded confidence and strength. He than greeted them with the following, "Hello Captain, Commander" his tone was it's typical calm and relaxed manner as he addressed them. His posture slightly rigid, but he seemed a bit less aggressive posture and movement wise as he addressed the Captain and Second Officer.

Knox was impressed by how composed the Commander was. It had been non-stop with him and the victims of Euphoria. (She was also impressed that he did not seem at all phased by the appearance of the Captain, slouching into his chair and looking somewhat deranged.)

"Thank you for coming so fast, Commander. We believe we may have an idea, however in need of your expertise and knowledge of the Station. As you may have been aware from my somewhat odd comms earlier - the syndicate are able to listen into comm signals in certain areas of the Station. Qang - on view screen."

Qang went on to show and explain to the Commander how and what exactly was happening with the signals as well as the feedback prerecorded loops that we were seeing, and the second live feeds appearing to be centering into a location that did not technically exist on the Station, somehow under the Landing Strip.

Knox stood up, placed Analyn into her seat and walked to the screen, pointing to particular parts with Qang filling in the scenario.

"We use the holo emitters to have their video and audio feeds of security officers surrounding the location. We would then need real officers to be ready to move in exactly at the point designed to flush Klaws out, but not a second before. He needs to have the Euphoria within his possession. And, we need to keep our people safe. I have not heard anything of Cadet Tanner or Ensign Reece since she gave him the sample...."

Knox turned around to face the Commander.

"We need you to instruct Analyn on the best believable strategy for the video and audio feeds, Sir. Analyn, Are you ready to play with Commander Tritter?"

"But but but but but. Mander Twitter is so scawy and angwy. Huff huff gruff gruff.

[Michael J. Tritter]

[Ops]

Knox was impressed by how composed the Commander was. It had been nonstop with him and the victims of Euphoria. (She was also impressed that he did not seem at all phased by the appearance of the Captain, slouching into his chair and looking somewhat deranged.)

"Thank you for coming so fast, Commander. We believe we may have an idea, however in need of your expertise and knowledge of the Station. As you may have been aware from my somewhat odd comms earlier - the syndicate are able to listen into comm signals in certain areas of the Station. Qang - on view screen."

Qang went on to show and explain to the Commander how and what exactly was happening with the signals as well as the feedback prerecorded loops that we were seeing, and the second live feeds appearing to be centering into a location that did not technically exist on the Station, somehow under the Landing Strip.

Knox stood up, placed Analyn into her seat and walked to the screen, pointing to particular parts with Qang filling in the scenario.

"We use the holo emitters to have their video and audio feeds of security officers surrounding the location. We would then need real officers to be ready to move in exactly at the point designed to flush Klaws out, but not a second before. He needs to have the Euphoria within his possession. And, we need to keep our people safe. I have not heard anything of Cadet Tanner or Ensign Reece since she gave him the sample...."

Knox turned around to face the Commander.

"We need you to instruct Analyn on the best believable strategy for the video and audio feeds, Sir. Analyn, Are you ready to play with Commander Tritter?"

"But but but but but. Mander Twitter is so scawy and angwy. Huff huff gruff gruff.

[Location: Operations]

Tritter was not phased by the high as a kite Captain, he had known immediately what it was upon seeing him. Not much phases a former cop like Tritter. He did keep an eye on the Captain through his peripheral vision, but he focused on Knox.

He listened carefully to the mostly techno speak that was being used from both Knox and Qang, although not the technical type, he knew what was going on. He listened carefully to her suggestion, he knew how to execute this, having been on the SWAT team in the past, he knew exactly what to do.

He than looked towards the little girl AI. She had made some comment about him being mean, but he found it amusing, although he did not show it. He proceeded to kneel down and motion the young child over to him. She approached him in a hesitant fashion. She reminded him of his own Daughter to a degree.

He than proceeded to state the following to her "Let's hatch a plan" Tritter knew girls that age were mischievous, as he has his own in that bracket. She smiled slight but other parts of her demeanor indicated that the Executive Officer made her nervous.

She looked at the big man with wide eyes, but she did not say anything. He than said " Little one, we are going to need you to make some security types, like myself to hijack into the feeds of the adult club, there needs to be alot of them and it has to be loud, can you help us?

She looked at him, grinned slightly and nodded. He smiled slightly back at the AI, he than added "It will need to be really real, but I can help you with that" He  proceeded to try to explain an overwhelming show of force to  four year old. She than grinned and beamed, asking him the following, "Just like those green army guys your son plays with?" He hid the fact he found it weird she spied on him, but replied with a simple "Exactly" She cackled a bit and said "We got this!"

[Johannes Kentrat]

[Crew Quarters, Lever 3, Mr. Kentrat's Room]

It felt like he was 10 again, seeing that patchy quilt slumped over the edge of his bed, sent to his room. At this moment, there were two petty officers standing guard at his room with the same anxious stare he was addressing the dark corners of his quarters with. There were few, as he kept things neat and well lit, but every inch of covered wall had to have something. He shut off the holo-paintings, one by one circling and dismounting his own physical frames. There was no trace that they had been there and no trace of any sort of device he imagined Unless, however, the microphones were microscopic. The last time he had taken the photo in his hand off a wall, there was a neat rectangle of discoloration. If he left now, he would be like this photo. Leaving no impact, no trace, and no emptiness for anyone to care.

In quick movements, so routine for him, the picture was removed from the steely frame and cold glass. An actual film photograph of him and his mother. He couldn't believe he was that small or that his mother was that happy, but that wasn't what he was after to see. On the barren back of the gently-curved picture, there was a scrawl that no one would think was feminine. Mother was not too gentle, as far as he could remember. As he passed eyes over the script, the memory of how to read her chicken scratch slowly came back.

I'm always with you, son.

It relieved half of the tonnage that weighed on his rib cage and gave him room to breathe. Room to think. He locked his keepsake away and replaced the photos on the wall, as it soon became clear to him that trying to go unobserved would be impossible. Through the corner of his eye, he gazed with animosity at his console and directed it all towards the phantom that could appear at any time. His interactions with it had been minimal, but it didn't take long to analyze the AI. Perfectly integrated, with access to everything. No blind spots, no privacy, and as far as he could tell, a conscious that ran counter to anything he'd encountered. How easily it could deny command, but how readily it answered to the captain.

He was God in this starbase with it at his side. He could write truths and pass judgement, if he wanted to. With a personality program like it possessed, could it have been possible that it had unlearned the Laws of Robotics? That it was just a 7 year old with the power to play with this base like a doll house?

The visual feed to the security team's PADD outside was almost alarming, with the ensign simply standing there, stunned. It wasn't the brand of suspicion that would warrant their questioning, but enough to put them even more on edge. His ability to hold absolutely still was paramount for his ability to reason, as if everything else shut down so he could think. He made a decent decoration in his barely furnished room. He was, to the security's surprise, on the move. Gentle steps betrayed his balance, flopping onto the bed to stare at a ceiling that seemed to inch closer and closer. The base would continue her trend of trying to break him, through her crew or through her own faults. One thing was for certain, though.

Evidence against Adeyemi was not safe so long as the AI was not restrained.

Ensign Johannes Kentrat was not safe so long as the AI was not restrained.

[Xander Dorset]

[The Landing Strip]

T'Prina raised one swooped Vulcan eyebrow at Dorset, incredulously. If this is how most human males reacted when being rescued, she would not soon make a habit of it. She quickly a hand over the commbadge in his outstretched palm, concealing it from view.

"Next time I will let you handle your musclebound playmates in your own fashion. I did not know for certain that you had your... means of communication." She leaned in closer so she would not be overheard. "Do you think it would have been wise to use a Starfleet commbadge while under cover, Dorset?" She returned his commbadge to an inner pocket in his jacket.

[Landing Strip]

Xander rolled his eyes at T'Prina's reaction to his commbadge. What's she worried about? That I'll attract attention? Oh wait, she already did that with her flying rescue and her boyfriend's theatrics after. He was aware that they were still under cover, but the chance of someone actually seeing his commbadge were low, since the two of them were in relatively close quarters along the edge of a dark, crowded club. Beyond that, it's not like commbadges are technology exclusive to Starfleet. Civilians could have them as well - in fact, the bouncer at their feet was wearing one. It was different than the one sitting in Xander's pocket again, but those were minor details. The ensign opened his mouth to say something he likely would have regretted later when a new target for his frustration appeared.

:: The Landing Strip ::

"Sure and you might've stayed around instead of prancing off earlier and we'd have worked that out eh?" Kyan spoke up. "But it's of no consequence now is it? The gods having seen fit to let you go one living, and not being hurt by your sleeping pal here. Oh. Also there's this, you being a science person I figure you might be able to make use of it." Kyan tossed the data rod over to Dorsett. "It's the contents of a computer terminal back there, from which the drug sellers were working. Might be useful to us."

Xander whirled on the diminutive Scotsman and hissed at him, "Look, I don't recall asking for your opinion on the matter, Mr. MacShortpants, and-" He was cut off as the man threw a data stick at him. Xander deftly caught it and glanced down at it, his frustration lessening with the immediate distraction. "The contents of a computer terminal? I'm a microbiologist, not a computer analyst." He looked as if he were going to toss the data rod back, but paused, curious in spite of himself. "Any idea what's even on this thing? It's likely not even something for science - shipping records, buyers, cost-profit ledgers, and that lot should go to Ops or something. That's not our job in science... But if it's information on the chemical structure of the drug, we can probably replicate it and use it to try and formulate a treatment of sorts."

Before the vertically challenged crewman could respond, T'Prina noticed a medical emergency and ran off. Xander followed, not knowing what exactly he planned on doing. He attended medical school for multiple years (before being forcibly discharged), and was well versed in basic medicine. Since his career shift, however, he avoided working on humans. Even as out of practice as he was, though, he could tell that this woman was experiencing organ failure as her body tried to cope with whatever was pumping through her veins. He would've pronounced her a lost cause, but his Vulcan companion had a less-than-orthodox way to save her.

Alexander watched in fascination as T'Prina worked, noticing the way the prone woman's breathing seemed to synchronize with the Vulcan's. It was fascinating; Xander nearly forgot that the woman's life was hanging by a thread as he observed the exchange. When T'Prina finally came to and gave instructions to move the recovering woman to sickbay, Xander stepped forward, slipping the data stick into his kilt pocket before stooping down to pick up the scantily-clad patient. He grunted a little as he stood up, shifting the woman's weight so that she was steady. It's not that she was that heavy, but, for a man who rarely lifted anything heavier than lab equipment, she wasn't exactly easy to carry. Xander took two slow steps towards the Vulcan, before pausing. "Where to, 'Prina? I haven't been to sickbay yet, so someone needs to show me."

[Jenna McKinson]

[ Puzzles - Basement - NPC Post - Mr. M ]

Mr. M watched the bank of monitors as Cicero tried to adminster another dose of Euphoria to Jenna. Not only was it not enough to turn her, but she ended up overdosing. To add insult to injury, Cicero had been punched half across his bar by a brutish klingon. His hand, which turned into a fist, slammed hard onto his desk that he watched from. The sound echoed in the room. Two figures watched from a small distace. Mr. M smirked and called them forward.

"Bill that means you are up. You are my number one guy," Mr. M said doing his best Jack Nicholson impression. This caused the bajoran woman beside him to laugh. Mr. M glared at her. "Sir she is harmless. In fact I think she will help aid in our quest,"Bill said. "I do apologize sir. After speaking with Bill I believe we can strike up a partnership. I have my own qualms with McKinson. However I owe no allegiance to the Syndicate," the woman began. "You owe none. My dealings with them are my own. How can you benefit the cause?"Mr. M asked. "I am courting one of the workers in Puzzles named Eliana. Who I think has a thing for McKinson. We can user her insight not only to gain an advantage on the bar, but toward Mckinson as well,"The woman said.

Mr. M sat back in his seat as he looked up at the monitors he used for his club. He looked at Cicero, who would not be around much longer once the club was cleaned up. He trusted Bill's judgement and though it was he who had planted the man to get Cicero to move product, Cicero was was just a pushman afterall. "Ok I can let you in, but I hope Bill told you the price of double crossing me What is your name?,"Mr. M asked. "Silsy is my name for all you know. You have nothing to worry about. I will do my work so long as McKinson suffers. Do we have an accord?" She asked holding out a hand to Mr. M. Mr. M shook her hand. "Aye we do. Now what's this you say about a possible pawn we could use?" He asked.

[Kyan Mackenzie]

[Landing Strip]

Xander rolled his eyes at T'Prina's reaction to his commbadge. What's she worried about? That I'll attract attention? Oh wait, she already did that with her flying rescue and her boyfriend's theatrics after. He was aware that they were still under cover, but the chance of someone actually seeing his commbadge were low, since the two of them were in relatively close quarters along the edge of a dark, crowded club. Beyond that, it's not like commbadges are technology exclusive to Starfleet. Civilians could have them as well - in fact, the bouncer at their feet was wearing one. It was different than the one sitting in Xander's pocket again, but those were minor details. The ensign opened his mouth to say something he likely would have regretted later when a new target for his frustration appeared.

Xander whirled on the diminutive Scotsman and hissed at him, "Look, I don't recall asking for your opinion on the matter, Mr. MacShortpants, and-" He was cut off as the man threw a data stick at him. Xander deftly caught it and glanced down at it, his frustration lessening with the immediate distraction. "The contents of a computer terminal? I'm a microbiologist, not a computer analyst." He looked as if he were going to toss the data rod back, but paused, curious in spite of himself. "Any idea what's even on this thing? It's likely not even something for science - shipping records, buyers, cost-profit ledgers, and that lot should go to Ops or something. That's not our job in science... But if it's information on the chemical structure of the drug, we can probably replicate it and use it to try and formulate a treatment of sorts."

Before the vertically challenged crewman could respond, T'Prina noticed a medical emergency and ran off. Xander followed, not knowing what exactly he planned on doing. He attended medical school for multiple years (before being forcibly discharged), and was well versed in basic medicine. Since his career shift, however, he avoided working on humans. Even as out of practice as he was, though, he could tell that this woman was experiencing organ failure as her body tried to cope with whatever was pumping through her veins. He would've pronounced her a lost cause, but his Vulcan companion had a less-than-orthodox way to save her.

Alexander watched in fascination as T'Prina worked, noticing the way the prone woman's breathing seemed to synchronize with the Vulcan's. It was fascinating; Xander nearly forgot that the woman's life was hanging by a thread as he observed the exchange.

In his best impression of a Vulcan, Kyan simply arched an eyebrow as the Science Officer spoke. It was lucky.... for them both, that the boy's temper had been fitted with a longer fuse of late, and he had been instructed by the Starfleet head doctors in ways to de-escalate these types of conversations without simply shooting... or stabbing... or kicking his antagonists. Kyan took a deep breath, loosening his grip on the phaser in his hand and offering up a prayer to Lugh for the skill of patience.

Lugh wasn't feeling overly generous today.

But as he was formulating the correct angle for introducing the side of his left foot to the right side of the School Girl Scot's handsome (for now) visage, he and the others ran off toward some other commotion. A few seconds later Kyan followed, phaser in hand. When he's reached them again, there was a woman on the ground and the Vulcan Science lady was doing some sort of mind melt thing. Meanwhile he spied Dorset standing alone enough to have a private conversation. He stood beside the scientist and spoke to him, the din in the club making it a private conversation.

"Since ye no doubt wish to go one taking in air through only yer two gods given places for doin it, Oi'll tell you this the now. Oi may look the sweet innocent boy o'ten..... the which you can lord over and speak to from your arse as if ye were a parent or the loik. But ye should nae let yer eyes guide you. For if ye ever speak tae me loik that again, You'll be visiting the doctors in the infirmary ye great cross dressin grup, and no mistake. Tho small Oi am, Oi'm nae too little tae beat some manners into an upjumped baby grup loik ye."

Kyan glanced up to ensure that he was heard. Deciding that he was, he continued. "And if ye have doubts on that score, Oi'll introduce yous later to a pervert who can write a note explaining things. Write, because when last Oi left his arse grabbin grup self, Oi'm pretty sure he'll nae be able tae speak while getting used to his new teeth. So if yer after recievin a beating... carry on messing with me. An see where it gets ye."

After saying his piece, Kyan turned his attention back to the mind meld. When it concluded, T'Prina had called for someone to take the injured woman to sickbay. A mission which he would not volunteer himself, as grup doctors... like ferengi and Romulans were squarely on the Do Not Trust list.

[Leanna Mazal]

[Landing Strip]

With Jenna in the safe hands of T'Prina and the rather attractive looking man in a kilt who picked her up to take her to Sickbay, Leanna soon realised from the exchange between them and the Miran who had arrived not long after that they were all part of this and grinned to herself for appreciating one of her weaknesses when it came to men in kilts.

But now the danger was over, Leanna knew she couldn't just leave and go to Sickbay with Jenna and Molly despite her wanting too. She had to remain undercover until they got all of the information they needed and there was still the matter of Wolf and the fact he hadn't shown up since going to the restroom. She didn't want to bring an unnecessary attention to her, Rixxy or Wolf by giving the others a message so decided to go look for him first and hopefully locate him without outside help.

Letting go of Molly with a promise of coming to see them later, she motioned for Rixxy to follow her back to the changing area. Looking around to make sure they couldn't be heard she spoke in lowered hushed tones. " We need to find Wolf and to do that I'm going to have to lower my defences " she said quietly knowing the Klingon wouldn't be keen on the idea but they had no choice.

Without another word, she stood still for a moment as she concentrated, feeling her defences lower completely and was soon bombarded with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. Yes she was leaving herself vulnerable but it was worth the risk to find Wolf. Her mind clear as she began to sift through all the chaos until .....

"Come out and play Leanna, you can't hide forever" Taunted the evil dark voice that she had sensed earlier in the bar.

" Leave me alone, I'm doing you no harm".

" Where's the fun in that, when I know you so well" It continued to taunt.

" I said leave me alone"She demanded using her mind to push it away, it left her feeling shaken but she had a job to do as she continued to search for Wolf.

Finally she looked back at Rixxy " I think I've found him but he seems weak ".

[T'Prina]

[Landing Strip]

Alexander watched in fascination as T'Prina worked, noticing the way the prone woman's breathing seemed to synchronize with the Vulcan's. It was fascinating; Xander nearly forgot that the woman's life was hanging by a thread as he observed the exchange. When T'Prina finally came to and gave instructions to move the recovering woman to sickbay, Xander stepped forward, slipping the data stick into his kilt pocket before stooping down to pick up the scantily-clad patient. He grunted a little as he stood up, shifting the woman's weight so that she was steady. It's not that she was that heavy, but, for a man who rarely lifted anything heavier than lab equipment, she wasn't exactly easy to carry. Xander took two slow steps towards the Vulcan, before pausing. "Where to, 'Prina? I haven't been to sickbay yet, so someone needs to show me."

[The Landing Strip]

T'Prina nodded meekly, her usual air of confidence absent. The meld had left her feeling vulnerable and the disgustingly oppressive atmosphere of the club did not help. She wanted to seek Jett for comfort, but that was illogical. Besides he had his own business to attend to.

"I believe I should carry her. Sickbay is on Deck 41 which is quite a distance from here and you appear to be struggling already. I am stronger than I look."

Initially reluctant to touch the unconscious Jenna given their recent bond, T'Prina felt obliged to see that she received proper medical care and hefted the girl over one shoulder, effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. The physical contact jarred a memory.

"Giraffe, are you ok?" The Vulcan tugged on the sleeve of a tall, somewhat dazed blonde. The girl looked down at the hand and grabbed on to it with her other hand.

"I like... Turtles..." Molly replied in a hazy voice. She gripped on to T'Prina's hand like a lost child.

"This one has also been affected by the drug. She should receive medical attention." She nodded to Dorset as she spoke, and led the small, odd party out of the club.

[Landing Strip]

Letting go of Molly with a promise of coming to see them later, she motioned for Rixxy to follow her back to the changing area. Looking around to make sure they couldn't be heard she spoke in lowered hushed tones. " We need to find Wolf and to do that I'm going to have to lower my defences " she said quietly knowing the Klingon wouldn't be keen on the idea but they had no choice.

Without another word, she stood still for a moment as she concentrated, feeling her defences lower completely and was soon bombarded with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. Yes she was leaving herself vulnerable but it was worth the risk to find Wolf. Her mind clear as she began to sift through all the chaos until .....

"Come out and play Leanna, you can't hide forever" Taunted the evil dark voice that she had sensed earlier in the bar.

" Leave me alone, I'm doing you no harm".

" Where's the fun in that, when I know you so well" It continued to taunt.

" I said leave me alone"She demanded using her mind to push it away, it left her feeling shaken but she had a job to do as she continued to search for Wolf.

Finally she looked back at Rixxy " I think I've found him but he seems weak ".

[NPC Post as Rixxy - The Landing Strip - Back Room]

Rixxy rolled her eyes, but shrugged and went along with Leanna. Her own patience had run out with this two bit operation, but once the Boss made up her mind there was no changing it.

"Okay, but after we save this petaQ, Starfleet better give us some medals. Or a large monetary compensation." She stretched lazily, but the movement revealed a large phaser of Klingon design on her hip which had been hidden by a decorative scarf. The woman was all business and ready. They'd get him and get out, and she'd carry the petaQ captain out like the princess from a fairy tale. She could always punch him once they were safe.

[Michael J. Tritter]

[Location: Operations, The Landing Strip]

Tritter had been face to face with the young girl AI. He had spoken to her like his own Daughter, which was kind of strange to him. Analyn than said, "How about dis!?" She had a wide grin on her face, as she proceeded to show the Executive Officer what she had come up with. He listened carefully, mentally, he dissected what was correct and what was not correct. It was a valiant effort, but he needed to help her make it more believable.

Tritter decided showing her might be best, and he decided to dig up one of his Husband's videos from a training exercise. He proceeded to "wrap" his arm around the AI, he looked at her and said "I need you watch this carefully, lives, including my own will depend on you" The young AI looked bewildered up at the large man and said, her voice slightly quivered as she spoke, "I will try" He than showed her the padd with the video. It was a fairly tame video, although it was loud and it may overwhelm the young child AI, he noticed she was intensely focused and it was a bit eerie to him, but she kept a focus on it that he didn't expect. Her eyes didn't move, it appears that she took his words seriously. The video wasn't long, it was maybe a six minutes, but it was loud and it gave her a fine example of what was needed.

Analyn than looked towards the Commander and than said, "Twitter, how about dis?" She proceeded to play the audio and video feeds she had created. Tritter nodded slightly, he than replied with "Very good. Let us get to work. Physically, you will have to stay here, but you will need to watch for my signal" He proceeded to a two fingered gesture towards her, she pouted slightly but nodded to the Executive Officer. He than said "It won't be safe for you. Our records indicate that area the loops that are being used to throw us off are originating under the questionable club, can you show me whats under there?" Analyn furrowed her brow, turned her facial expression into a curious look she cast at the Executive Officer.

Tritter pondered for a moment, how to make it easier for the child AI to understand. He than said "Let me put it to you this way, you know how we talk to another?" Analyn looked at the Executive Officer with a curious look and replied with "Yes" Tritter than asked her, "They are making fake ones to trip us up" She than grinned slightly and said "Like hide and go seek?" Tritter chuckled a bit, "Yes little one, that's a good way to put it. They are supposedly hiding from us under the club, can you look for a way in for us?" She smiled a bit and proceeded to do as the Commander asked, eventually a holographic map came up. She than walked over to the map and pointed to a spot on the map, she beamed and said "Here Mander Twitter!" He grinned a bit and proceeded to "ruffle" the young child AI's "hair", she laughed a bit at the Executive Officer.

Tritter than replied with "Good job little one, we need to go and draw them out. Come with me" He than rose to his feet, he tapped his comm badge, he than stated "Lieutenant Juckson, have a special response team of 12 ready for me in ten" He than looked towards the little girl, "Ready?" He offered his left hand to the little girl, much like he would do with his own Daughter, he would proceed to lead her to main Security. Once he entered, he proceeded to lead her to Lieutenant Juckson's office, he than greeted the Lieutenant who looked curiously as their young AI. The Lieutenant than looked towards the Executive Officer, "Hello Sir" Tritter took a moment and he replied with, "Hello Lieutenant. Is the team ready?" The man than said, "Yes Sir, they are ready to go"

The Executive Officer than said "Thank you Lieutenant. Analyn is going to coordinate the feeds so we can get in safely and protect us. Let's suit up, we got work to do" The Lieutenant nodded slightly to him, Tritter than looked to Analyn and said, "Don't get into too much trouble and watch for my signal" He than made the two fingered gesture towards the AI again, she smiled widely at him, it was slightly mischievous however. Tritter than looked towards the Lieutenant and than turned on a heel, he made his way out of the office, followed by the Lieutenant. He stopped by the armory to grab a phaser rifle, he already had a phaser pistol with him. The Lieutenant than did the same.

Tritter would than lead the way to where the team was formed up. He than stated the following to the team and said "Thank you all for your promptness. We are going to go after the drug makers and general criminal elements underneath The Landing Strip. Analyn, map please" A moment later, the map of The Landing Strip. Tritter approached the map and said "Our destination is here" He than pointed to an area underneath The Landing Strip that was not fleshed out, he than stated, "The area is not on any maps, so we don't know what to expect. Analyn will be using visual and audio feeds to pull out our suspects, once they are in custody, we go in. We have Officers on standby to secure the culprits and take them in. We hit hard and fast after that, questions?" The team responded with a resounding "No"

Tritter proceeded to lead the team to the landing strip, once they had entered the area, he gave the signal to Analyn to start the feeds, as he was using the feeds for cover for the team to fan out and make a secure perimeter of the area. The holograms started, they were realistic Security Officers with the typical commands that one would hear on a tactical mission, loud commands to come out, the area being blocked etc. It took a few minutes, they had used sensory overload to draw them out. It would take a few minutes until there were about ten who ran out, who were easily apprehended by the team. Tritter than had the others proceed to take them to separate holding areas for questioning.

Not long after, he noticed someone making a beeline out one of the back doors. He didn't say anything, he just took off at a sprint after them, he was nearly a gazelle, quick on his feet, especially for such a large man, he yelled for them to stop, but they didn't comply. Which resulted in the Executive Officer jumping them and taking them to the ground when he was close enough. There was a loud thud followed by a painful groan and the sound of cracking ribs. Tritter proceeded to handcuff the man, and than rolled them over to look them over, it was their kingpin, Klaws, he had been provided a picture of them. He proceeded to read them their rights and handed them over to the team to be taken back for questioning.

He than proceeded to indicate to the team to go ahead and force entry. Tritter forced entry into one of the doors with two quick and hard kicks. The point man entered and Tritter followed him, he kept his head on a swivel and led with his gun. The team proceeded to fan their way through the area, it was an obvious drug making lair, it was full of chemicals. They would have to tread carefully, they than ended up being under fire... Druggies weren't very good shots, they subdued them with a few well placed shots. It took about an hour for them to clear the area and apprehend their subjects. He than proceeded to call in the Crime Scene Investigation team and he also said "Good job Analyn" He than heard a young girl's laugh comm over the comms and said "Thank you Mander!" He sighed a bit, she called him such a childish thing that he wasn't the biggest fan of. He proceeded to instruct the team to secure the area.

He started to make his way through the area to investigate, he noticed that they had chemicals like formaldehyde, a few acids and some chemicals he didn't recognize. He knew they were chemicals involved in making drugs, but it would take time to figure out exactly what had been brewing under their noses, they were going to have to get a better handle on things quickly. He noticed that the area had been rigged to explode, he proceeded to examine the area, it was full of trip wires and there was one not a few inches in-front of him. Thankfully he was a careful and experienced man, he proceeded to make his way out and called for the rest of the team to leave carefully and quickly, as it was rigged to explode. He called in for the squad to come in and defuse the situation. Once they were outside safely, he called for them to keep a perimeter and hang tight. He had been left wondering what they had brewing under their own noses and it was time for a complete sweep of the Station to get rid of the underbelly that they had going on, time for him to put his unique skills to use.

[END MISSION]