S12 - M7: Back to Basics

[Don Damien Addams]

[First City]

The control unit for the LASER system he was behind beeped, and suddenly weapons were flashing away.  Instinctively he reached for his tricorder, only to touch an empty pocket.  He turned to Malcolm, a bit alarmed that this time, they were without anything, and turned to see their so called attacker was also disarmed.

There was no point is remaining where he was, and Nevir stood up.  He tapped his commbadge to alert the rest of the team, but even though it was still.. for the moment.. on his chest, it gave the beep that said it was non-functional.

"We were responding to a distress signal... but it looks like a trap.  And I see you are most likely also a victim." he said, and as if on queue, the doors to a nearby building burst open, spilling out humanoids with an odd variety of weapons in their hands.  there wasn't much that could be done, and here most of the team was out in the open.

"Well now... I think we have our answer.." the Bajoran muttered, as the team, including the other invader, were surrounded.

"Ah please tell me these are your friends?" He said throwing a line out.

As he saw the female pick a stick. He thought sticks and stones won't hurt me. But - then he was not sure how the rest.

There was something moving around in the injured man's shirt. It gone from his stomach, the lump moved up out to the neck of the man. A small black cat with bright green eyes peeked over to see the welcome committee with their guns. A small hiss as the cat was roaring.

"Smitten, let us do the fighting," he whispered to his pet. "If not, you claw them to death,"It was a side joke for the civilian pilot. The kitten had no power. Possible the kitten has power to hide their life forms for a bit to scanners. That could possible explain why the man was not seen for that window of time.

He figured they were out numbered. These locals seem to have the upper hand. The Starfleet could get them out. It was the only card that Don could play. So he shot a look at the crowd with guns.

"Hey where is the chocolate chip cookies and milk," he said for fun.

[Inzjana]

Inzjana was still laying in the ditch with her Phaser pointed at the scene taking place a hundred meters from her present location when her Phaser was also inextricably beamed away and seeing as her VISR suddenly showed that it was no longer paired with her tricorder, she assumed and then checked to find out that so too had it.

The VISR being capable of giving information within eye-sight was still working, but why was it not beamed away too? For that matter, why was her toolkit still around her shoulder. With the data at hand, Inzjana concluded that it was obviously specific frequencies the operator of the transporter was looking for and seeing as her VISR was shielded and looked like a pair of sunglasses, they remained and the tools were obviously not of any interest either.

Inzjana knew it was only a matter of time when she might be discovered and as the aliens came running out of the building brandishing all manner of directed energy weapons they no doubt pilfered from various other would-be rescuers that as happen stance would have it, were foolish enough to arrive on this world to render assistance, she was fully expecting to be joining the away team at any moment. It was illogical to attempt any kind of rescue either, they were outnumbered and had no way of contacting the Discovery. As yet anyway.

[Tekin Nevir]

[First city]
Ardy tried to find something, anything to defend herself against these humanoids surrounding them. She still had her Commbadge, but it was obviously not working and would likely be the next to go.

Feeling very vulnerable without any of her technology, she backed into the underbrush and grabbed a  long stick and pointed it like a weapon. It was ridiculous looking, but as she was the expendable one here, she had to do her best to protect them. "I'm outta ideas. What do we do?"

[First City]

Nevir had no choice but to surrender, especially when a half dozen weapons were suddenly aimed at his Flight Officer.  Hopefully she understood the message, but he was not really able to communicate much.  A lone member who seemed taller than the rest came out, holding what looked like an antique collaboration of different devices.  But when he pressed the button on it, it was clear what it was.

"You.  Follow us.  All of you.  Now."

No tricorder, no phaser, no working commbadge, honestly the Bajoran saw no other way to act except with compliance.  He was praying that Alex was working on a means of restablishing communications, or at least working on getting them out.

Reluctantly, Nevir gestured to the team, and then turned to Mr. Addams, hoping this would end peacefully.  He allowed himself to be escorted with the rest of the away team, into what looked like the main government building.

Inside was competely different from the abandoned outside.  Inside was... advanced?  It certainly looked active, though the computers and technology around... the Bajoran could site at least 15 different species of equipment.  To his surprise, he even saw a Klingon disruptor in hand.  The team was led to a separate room inside one of the hallways, and put into a room with a table and chairs, surrounded by concrete and barred windows.  As soon as they were all in, the aliens left, and brought down a wrought iron gate.  The only source of glass was a wall panel, where they were able to see to the next room, and sight their equipment.  The aliens were testing them, trying to figure them out.

Nevir looked around the room... the whole team plus their stranger.  Curiously, Inzjana seemed to still have that VISR thing she developed, which was interesting since they didn't appear to be technological.  Perhaps they weren't so helpless after all?

"So.. Mr. Addams... since we're going to be here a while, what are you doing out here?"

[Ardyn Jaeger]

[First city]
Ardyn glanced over to Tekin and stood down with her makeshift weapon still tightly gripped in her hand. She wasn't sure what setting these folks had their weapons on, and she wasn't willing to be the one to find out.  Being herded into the tiny room, Ardyn suddenly felt just a little claustrophobic being locked in the tight quarters of the holding cell. "Well then. What now?'

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[First City]

Nevir had no choice but to surrender, especially when a half dozen weapons were suddenly aimed at his Flight Officer.  Hopefully she understood the message, but he was not really able to communicate much.  A lone member who seemed taller than the rest came out, holding what looked like an antique collaboration of different devices.  But when he pressed the button on it, it was clear what it was.

"You.  Follow us.  All of you.  Now."

No tricorder, no phaser, no working commbadge, honestly the Bajoran saw no other way to act except with compliance.  He was praying that Alex was working on a means of restablishing communications, or at least working on getting them out.

Reluctantly, Nevir gestured to the team, and then turned to Mr. Addams, hoping this would end peacefully.  He allowed himself to be escorted with the rest of the away team, into what looked like the main government building.

Inside was competely different from the abandoned outside.  Inside was... advanced?  It certainly looked active, though the computers and technology around... the Bajoran could site at least 15 different species of equipment.  To his surprise, he even saw a Klingon disruptor in hand.  The team was led to a separate room inside one of the hallways, and put into a room with a table and chairs, surrounded by concrete and barred windows.  As soon as they were all in, the aliens left, and brought down a wrought iron gate.  The only source of glass was a wall panel, where they were able to see to the next room, and sight their equipment.  The aliens were testing them, trying to figure them out.

Nevir looked around the room... the whole team plus their stranger.  Curiously, Inzjana seemed to still have that VISR thing she developed, which was interesting since they didn't appear to be technological.  Perhaps they weren't so helpless after all?

"So.. Mr. Addams... since we're going to be here a while, what are you doing out here?"

[Cell]

Adeyemi had to agree that Commander Tekin's plan was the best, but he didn't have to like it. There was not much he could do with this dislike, a slumbering anger at himself for letting the team down. He was forced to let himself be led into the heavily armed building, and right into a jail cell.

When the gate came clanking down Adeyemi waited for their captors to disappear. When the group was alone the admiral idly tugged at the gate: it was more than solid enough to deter any further tampering.

As casually as he could, Adeyemi strolled around the furniture in the room: running a hand under the table and casting his eyes over the chairs. All of it appeared normal.

He looked about the ceiling and walls. There were a few sources of illumination, but none of it looked complicated enough to provide them with any sort of help. No wires to pull, not anything to shatter. At the very least, they could use the table and chairs as weapons.

Finally, the clear wall, the one that led directly to their equipment. Adeyemi plinked the clear glass with his finger. Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle. It was glass, nothing more, nothing less.

But it could also be broken, most likely. He drifted over to Lieutenant Jaeger, cognizant that they could be being observed.

"I think if we put enough muscle into it we could shatter the glass with the table," He said softly in his accented voice, the one that took the UT a few moments to translate. "But it seems to me that that is what they expect us to do."

[Ardyn Jaeger]

[Cell]

Adeyemi had to agree that Commander Tekin's plan was the best, but he didn't have to like it. There was not much he could do with this dislike, a slumbering anger at himself for letting the team down. He was forced to let himself be led into the heavily armed building, and right into a jail cell.

When the gate came clanking down Adeyemi waited for their captors to disappear. When the group was alone the admiral idly tugged at the gate: it was more than solid enough to deter any further tampering.

As casually as he could, Adeyemi strolled around the furniture in the room: running a hand under the table and casting his eyes over the chairs. All of it appeared normal.

He looked about the ceiling and walls. There were a few sources of illumination, but none of it looked complicated enough to provide them with any sort of help. No wires to pull, not anything to shatter. At the very least, they could use the table and chairs as weapons.

Finally, the clear wall, the one that led directly to their equipment. Adeyemi plinked the clear glass with his finger. Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle. It was glass, nothing more, nothing less.

But it could also be broken, most likely. He drifted over to Lieutenant Jaeger, cognizant that they could be being observed.

"I think if we put enough muscle into it we could shatter the glass with the table," He said softly in his accented voice, the one that took the UT a few moments to translate. "But it seems to me that that is what they expect us to do."

[cell]
Broken, eh? Ardyn thought, the gears tuning in her mind. If she was a bit more telepathic, she could probably have a full-blown conversation mentally. But she wasn't, so a simple nod had to suffice. "Yeah," she whispered, barely enough so Adeyemi could hear her. "But do we have any other options? We've got a stick, a table and chairs, and the Lieutenant's glasses. Maybe we could get our weapons, but they took them really easily the first time, and I'm not sure if they know just exactly what setting they have those phasers on. That being said, that might be our best chance to get outta here."

[Don Damien Addams]

[cell]
Broken, eh? Ardyn thought, the gears tuning in her mind. If she was a bit more telepathic, she could probably have a full-blown conversation mentally. But she wasn't, so a simple nod had to suffice. "Yeah," she whispered, barely enough so Adeyemi could hear her. "But do we have any other options? We've got a stick, a table and chairs, and the Lieutenant's glasses. Maybe we could get our weapons, but they took them really easily the first time, and I'm not sure if they know just exactly what setting they have those phasers on. That being said, that might be our best chance to get outta here."

[Cell on First City]
The situation being locked in a room with bunch of Starfleet officers. He prefer to be stuck in space in his ship with running low on life support. However, the solo pilot ship had crashed. The crash was not his fault after all. Whatever that probe had an ill effect on his ship. Forced him to crash.

"Name is Don. By the way never got your names?" He asked. His dark brown eyes turned to look at each officer. Very direct look.

"Face it," he said. His right hand was open as he pointed to the gate. "Breaking that will have them running to us. They come to do what ever to us. What about this? We make a loud commotion. Let say I don't like you," the was the truth. He was judging them by their uniform.  "What they witness me pointing a gun at you. First impression makes a great act scene. I am not wearing what you are. So that makes it even better! Possible they come to investigate it. Not liking it. They open the gate and then we jump them. Then we can possible force one of them to get us out of here."

It was a good plan. The problem was how they gonna get off the planet. He had to put his faith in these Starfleet people.

[Inzjana]

Inzjana awoke with a start and a humphf! Her head hurt after the alien surprised her in the ditch as he had snuck up behind her and the last thing she remembered was the butt of a Romulan disruptor rifle being rammed in to her forehead.

Looking around the room her VISR rebooted - a safety feature in case of just such an event - and began displaying telemetry about the cell they were in. The augmented reality highlighting every facet of the room including the window, table, chairs, doors, even light fixtures and of course the life forms present.

Inzjana slowly got up and stretched her legs, brushing the mud and dust off of her chest and legs with the sleeve of her uniform tunic. Making out she was stretching sore muscles, which just happened to be the truth as well as a convenient way to study their current environment. Despite the ruins outside, the rooms in this facility appeared to be quite modern, if it wasn't for the old-style metal bars that barred their escape, instead of the usual force field.

Walking back to the table Inzjana sat down next to the commander, where she had previously been seated, prone on the table and hoped that the aliens new nothing of Vulcan physiology. She further hoped that the commander understood what she was about to do was an act and not end up at her own court martial for sexual harassment. Inzjana slowly and flirtatiously took off her VISR and looked longingly in to the commander's eyes, gently reaching up and stroking his hair as she slipped the VISR on to his head, this gave her enough touching of the side of his face to facilitate a mind-meld;

@ "Commander, my apologies for the deception. Put these on and simply think of what you want them to display." @ Breaking the mind-meld she pulled away from him as if disgusted that he would not react to her advances.

Inzjana had made sure to deactivate the security feature that rendered the VISR inert if used by a different user by slight-of-hand as she had placed them on over the commander's eyes. The only real problem was, that given the Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance glasses enhanced the entire EM spectrum and used a microframe, virtual intelligence computer, was that he was going to make a loud WOW exclamation as many first time users did.

Becoming slightly emotional after all that had happened, Inzjana sat back, closed her eyes and began a meditation cycle. At least until she was needed again.

[Alexander Wu]

[Bridge]

And once again, no reply. Frowning, Alex stared at the readings of what was happening below as it went from bad to worse. Much, much worse. "How did they hide from our sensors?" He demanded, striding to the conn. He was getting increasingly frustrated by the lack of responses. "Ops, do we still have a lock on the away team's commbadges?" When the ensign nodded in affirmative, Alex ordered immediately, "Beam them back, now." Rescue mission be damned, they could go back after, with an armed escort if need be.

Several tense seconds passed before the transporter room called. "Bridge, this is transporter room 2, we only have the commbadges, Commander Tekin and his team aren't here."=/\=

"Scan for their lifesigns." Alex snapped, glancing at the still closed ready room door. T'ra isn't going to be happy about this. What on Earth is taking so long in there? "Sensors aren't picking up any lifesigns besides our shuttlecraft."

Merde. Alex considered his rapidly diminishing options, his left fist clenched. Tabernac, what a mess. "Red Alert. Recall the shuttles by any means available. Department Reps to the conference room."

[Tekin Nevir]

Inzjana awoke with a start and a humphf! Her head hurt after the alien surprised her in the ditch as he had snuck up behind her and the last thing she remembered was the butt of a Romulan disruptor rifle being rammed in to her forehead.

Looking around the room her VISR rebooted - a safety feature in case of just such an event - and began displaying telemetry about the cell they were in. The augmented reality highlighting every facet of the room including the window, table, chairs, doors, even light fixtures and of course the life forms present.

Inzjana slowly got up and stretched her legs, brushing the mud and dust off of her chest and legs with the sleeve of her uniform tunic. Making out she was stretching sore muscles, which just happened to be the truth as well as a convenient way to study their current environment. Despite the ruins outside, the rooms in this facility appeared to be quite modern, if it wasn't for the old-style metal bars that barred their escape, instead of the usual force field.

Walking back to the table Inzjana sat down next to the commander, where she had previously been seated, prone on the table and hoped that the aliens new nothing of Vulcan physiology. She further hoped that the commander understood what she was about to do was an act and not end up at her own court martial for sexual harassment. Inzjana slowly and flirtatiously took off her VISR and looked longingly in to the commander's eyes, gently reaching up and stroking his hair as she slipped the VISR on to his head, this gave her enough touching of the side of his face to facilitate a mind-meld;

@ "Commander, my apologies for the deception. Put these on and simply think of what you want them to display." @ Breaking the mind-meld she pulled away from him as if disgusted that he would not react to her advances.

Inzjana had made sure to deactivate the security feature that rendered the VISR inert if used by a different user by slight-of-hand as she had placed them on over the commander's eyes. The only real problem was, that given the Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance glasses enhanced the entire EM spectrum and used a microframe, virtual intelligence computer, was that he was going to make a loud WOW exclamation as many first time users did.

Becoming slightly emotional after all that had happened, Inzjana sat back, closed her eyes and began a meditation cycle. At least until she was needed again.

[Detainment Room - First City]

There was only one thing Nevir felt before Inzjana took a seat: a wave went over him, once that felt like a transport.  But it was gone, which meant the ship tried to get them out of there.  He dropped his head on the table, and noticed that now his commbadge was gone.  So much for that.

As the younger science officer sat, trying to get his attention, Nevir turned towards her, and was surprised when the normally composed Vulcan seemed to get suddenly very touchy.  And rather flirty.  Nevir wrinkled his brow in confusion as she went for the kill and touched his face, slipping her glasses on his head while stroking the hair around his face.  Really?  In front of the Admiral?  And didn't they purge the polywater?  He was about to say that this was not the right time when he realized she wasn't cupping his face like she would a lover... only her fingers were on his face.

Her fingers...

As he realized what she was doing, her voice sounded in his head, despite the fact that her mouth was closed.  Her instructions seemed to activate the glasses, and he marveled at the Vulcan design that clearly used brain signals to activate.  Either Bajoran were stronger than humans (which he secretly hoped), or the Vulcan found a way to increase the sensitivity to use on even the dullest mental faculties.

As she pulled away in her mock annoyance, Nevir played it off as a headache, rubbing his temples while he adjusted the visor and worked on controlling what he was seeing.  Of course his first thoughts when it came to seeing whatever he wanted was the planet, and he started seeing into the crust under the building, seeing several pockets of geodes and what had to be diamond materials.  He willed himself to return to the surface, and the glasses showed the room they were in again.  As he raised his head, using his eyes as much as possible, he saw what looked like an overlay of the building.  Power lines, system controls, even the very sensor signals going from panel to panel.

There was a large warehouse in another room, apparently 93 meters from where they were, where larger pieces of equipment were stored, and what looked like a shuttle bay.  Most of the smaller vessels he could see were incompatible with Federation sensors, but there were a couple of familiar Federation designs.  Including what looked like a personal warp vehicle.  His eyes darted to Don Damian, and he glanced back at the ship.  It was a class 3... a pilot's ship of choice.  Certainly not something for the untrained civilian.

"Mr. Addams..." he said, calling out directly to the man who joined them.  "Your ship... it wasn't a class 3 personal yacht, was it?" he said, turning to Inzjana.  If anything, that question certainly confirmed that he was using the VISR itself.

[Bridge]

And once again, no reply. Frowning, Alex stared at the readings of what was happening below as it went from bad to worse. Much, much worse. "How did they hide from our sensors?" He demanded, striding to the conn. He was getting increasingly frustrated by the lack of responses. "Ops, do we still have a lock on the away team's commbadges?" When the ensign nodded in affirmative, Alex ordered immediately, "Beam them back, now." Rescue mission be damned, they could go back after, with an armed escort if need be.

Several tense seconds passed before the transporter room called. "Bridge, this is transporter room 2, we only have the commbadges, Commander Tekin and his team aren't here."=/\=

"Scan for their lifesigns." Alex snapped, glancing at the still closed ready room door. T'ra isn't going to be happy about this. What on Earth is taking so long in there? "Sensors aren't picking up any lifesigns besides our shuttlecraft."

Merde. Alex considered his rapidly diminishing options, his left fist clenched. Tabernac, what a mess. "Red Alert. Recall the shuttles by any means available. Department Reps to the conference room."

"Commander, we're being hailed from the surface... its not the away team."

"This is Premier Soth.  Our systems detected a beam from your ship.  What are you doing to my planet?"

[Don Damien Addams]

[Detainment Room - First City]

There was only one thing Nevir felt before Inzjana took a seat: a wave went over him, once that felt like a transport.  But it was gone, which meant the ship tried to get them out of there.  He dropped his head on the table, and noticed that now his commbadge was gone.  So much for that.

As the younger science officer sat, trying to get his attention, Nevir turned towards her, and was surprised when the normally composed Vulcan seemed to get suddenly very touchy.  And rather flirty.  Nevir wrinkled his brow in confusion as she went for the kill and touched his face, slipping her glasses on his head while stroking the hair around his face.  Really?  In front of the Admiral?  And didn't they purge the polywater?  He was about to say that this was not the right time when he realized she wasn't cupping his face like she would a lover... only her fingers were on his face.

Her fingers...

As he realized what she was doing, her voice sounded in his head, despite the fact that her mouth was closed.  Her instructions seemed to activate the glasses, and he marveled at the Vulcan design that clearly used brain signals to activate.  Either Bajoran were stronger than humans (which he secretly hoped), or the Vulcan found a way to increase the sensitivity to use on even the dullest mental faculties.

As she pulled away in her mock annoyance, Nevir played it off as a headache, rubbing his temples while he adjusted the visor and worked on controlling what he was seeing.  Of course his first thoughts when it came to seeing whatever he wanted was the planet, and he started seeing into the crust under the building, seeing several pockets of geodes and what had to be diamond materials.  He willed himself to return to the surface, and the glasses showed the room they were in again.  As he raised his head, using his eyes as much as possible, he saw what looked like an overlay of the building.  Power lines, system controls, even the very sensor signals going from panel to panel.

There was a large warehouse in another room, apparently 93 meters from where they were, where larger pieces of equipment were stored, and what looked like a shuttle bay.  Most of the smaller vessels he could see were incompatible with Federation sensors, but there were a couple of familiar Federation designs.  Including what looked like a personal warp vehicle.  His eyes darted to Don Damian, and he glanced back at the ship.  It was a class 3... a pilot's ship of choice.  Certainly not something for the untrained civilian.

"Mr. Addams..." he said, calling out directly to the man who joined them.  "Your ship... it wasn't a class 3 personal yacht, was it?" he said, turning to Inzjana.  If anything, that question certainly confirmed that he was using the VISR itself.

"Commander, we're being hailed from the surface... its not the away team."

"This is Premier Soth.  Our systems detected a beam from your ship.  What are you doing to my planet?"

[Inside the prison walls]

The pilot eye brows shot up, eyes became like golf balls and his mouth dropped as the Starfleet Captain had asked him if he had owned yacht. He did. It was a three person one too.

"How-?" He asked as he went to move to the man. He shook his head. "Yes," he restated his response. There was something odd about the Vulcan made a move on the higher rank officer. He had that pilot gut feeling something was going on. He decided he play the improvisation. "Yes," he said again. Lowering his voice to a hush whisper. "What is your plan?" He went right to the point. No time play for feint attack. Strike fast to get her done.

[Inzjana]

DETAINMENT ROOM - FIRST CITY

Meditation is wonder. Inzjana could sense all that was going on around her even as she was suppressing those pesky emotions that seem to plague all organic life forms, no matter what planet you come from. It was a common misconception among the uninitiated that meditation was a way of exploring the inner self, quite the contrary, meditation allowed one to quiet the mind to allow you to see the universe as it truly is. A wondrous, dynamic place where everything in existence is connected and all of that is extant may take any form it so chooses - the very corner stone of Vulcan philosophy, the sacred IDIC.

Whilst meditating, Inzjana allowed her thoughts to pass without judgement and made her breathing become abdominal, instead of  in her chest, the basic ability of this alpha wave state. She stopped shaking, her headache became dull and she was much calmer now, allowing her to regain her composure and in control of those pesky emotions.

[Detainment Room - First City]

There was only one thing Nevir felt before Inzjana took a seat: a wave went over him, once that felt like a transport.  But it was gone, which meant the ship tried to get them out of there.  He dropped his head on the table, and noticed that now his commbadge was gone.  So much for that.

As the younger science officer sat, trying to get his attention, Nevir turned towards her, and was surprised when the normally composed Vulcan seemed to get suddenly very touchy.  And rather flirty.  Nevir wrinkled his brow in confusion as she went for the kill and touched his face, slipping her glasses on his head while stroking the hair around his face.  Really?  In front of the Admiral?  And didn't they purge the polywater?  He was about to say that this was not the right time when he realized she wasn't cupping his face like she would a lover... only her fingers were on his face.

Her fingers...

As he realized what she was doing, her voice sounded in his head, despite the fact that her mouth was closed.  Her instructions seemed to activate the glasses, and he marveled at the Vulcan design that clearly used brain signals to activate.  Either Bajoran were stronger than humans (which he secretly hoped), or the Vulcan found a way to increase the sensitivity to use on even the dullest mental faculties.

As she pulled away in her mock annoyance, Nevir played it off as a headache, rubbing his temples while he adjusted the visor and worked on controlling what he was seeing.  Of course his first thoughts when it came to seeing whatever he wanted was the planet, and he started seeing into the crust under the building, seeing several pockets of geodes and what had to be diamond materials.  He willed himself to return to the surface, and the glasses showed the room they were in again.  As he raised his head, using his eyes as much as possible, he saw what looked like an overlay of the building.  Power lines, system controls, even the very sensor signals going from panel to panel.

There was a large warehouse in another room, apparently 93 meters from where they were, where larger pieces of equipment were stored, and what looked like a shuttle bay.  Most of the smaller vessels he could see were incompatible with Federation sensors, but there were a couple of familiar Federation designs.  Including what looked like a personal warp vehicle.  His eyes darted to Don Damian, and he glanced back at the ship.  It was a class 3... a pilot's ship of choice.  Certainly not something for the untrained civilian.

"Mr. Addams..." he said, calling out directly to the man who joined them.  "Your ship... it wasn't a class 3 personal yacht, was it?" he said, turning to Inzjana.  If anything, that question certainly confirmed that he was using the VISR itself.

"Commander, we're being hailed from the surface... its not the away team."

"This is Premier Soth.  Our systems detected a beam from your ship.  What are you doing to my planet?"

Inzjana realized that the commander, had learned to use the VISR quit quickly and that she actually enjoyed the play acting, although as a Vulcan she would never admit to such in a million years and quickly shook off the thought, analysing why she had had the thought in the first place...A neuro-chemical imbalance perhaps?

Sensing the commander's eyes on her, she opened her own eyes, ending the mediation. Realizing that perhaps he wanted confirmation as to the information about the shuttle bay he must have gleaned using the VISR she simply nodded in affirmation.

Inzjana tapped the commander's hand, indicating the doorway Inzjana spoke to him in Vulcan knowing that the VISR would automatically translate using text projected in front of his eyes. In fact with their combadges now gone, it was up to the commander to inform them all what their captives were saying, after all, their captors don't speak Federation standard.

"Osu, kuv etek mokuhlek prah veh t' au tor sarlah svi' tor wuh tvi-shal, i dungi nam-tor kup tor is-tor wuh to'tsu'k'hy heh nem-tor ish-veh wun," she stated quietly.

OOC: TRANSLATION: Sir, if we can get one of them to come in to the room, I will be able to use the nerve pinch and take their weapon.

[Alexander Wu]

"Commander, we're being hailed from the surface... its not the away team."

"This is Premier Soth.  Our systems detected a beam from your ship.  What are you doing to my planet?"

[Discovery: Bridge]

"Calice, where did he...On screen." Alex prompted, raising an eyebrow at the alien face that appeared. Well that's nothing like who we saw in that image Inzjana pulled up. Turning his head, he quietly ordered off mic, "Start a trace back, find out where he's transmitting from."

Alex returned his attention to their caller. "Greetings Premier Soth, I am Lieutenant Commander Wu of the Federation starship, Discovery. We are here responding to a distress signal we received three days ago, we were unaware this was your planet. My away team is on the surface ascertaining the nature of distress so we may better help. Would you be able to shed some light on this situation, or is there any way we can render you assistance?"

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[Detainment Room - First City]

There was only one thing Nevir felt before Inzjana took a seat: a wave went over him, once that felt like a transport.  But it was gone, which meant the ship tried to get them out of there.  He dropped his head on the table, and noticed that now his commbadge was gone.  So much for that.

As the younger science officer sat, trying to get his attention, Nevir turned towards her, and was surprised when the normally composed Vulcan seemed to get suddenly very touchy.  And rather flirty.  Nevir wrinkled his brow in confusion as she went for the kill and touched his face, slipping her glasses on his head while stroking the hair around his face.  Really?  In front of the Admiral?  And didn't they purge the polywater?  He was about to say that this was not the right time when he realized she wasn't cupping his face like she would a lover... only her fingers were on his face.

Her fingers...

As he realized what she was doing, her voice sounded in his head, despite the fact that her mouth was closed.  Her instructions seemed to activate the glasses, and he marveled at the Vulcan design that clearly used brain signals to activate.  Either Bajoran were stronger than humans (which he secretly hoped), or the Vulcan found a way to increase the sensitivity to use on even the dullest mental faculties.

As she pulled away in her mock annoyance, Nevir played it off as a headache, rubbing his temples while he adjusted the visor and worked on controlling what he was seeing.  Of course his first thoughts when it came to seeing whatever he wanted was the planet, and he started seeing into the crust under the building, seeing several pockets of geodes and what had to be diamond materials.  He willed himself to return to the surface, and the glasses showed the room they were in again.  As he raised his head, using his eyes as much as possible, he saw what looked like an overlay of the building.  Power lines, system controls, even the very sensor signals going from panel to panel.

There was a large warehouse in another room, apparently 93 meters from where they were, where larger pieces of equipment were stored, and what looked like a shuttle bay.  Most of the smaller vessels he could see were incompatible with Federation sensors, but there were a couple of familiar Federation designs.  Including what looked like a personal warp vehicle.  His eyes darted to Don Damian, and he glanced back at the ship.  It was a class 3... a pilot's ship of choice.  Certainly not something for the untrained civilian.

"Mr. Addams..." he said, calling out directly to the man who joined them.  "Your ship... it wasn't a class 3 personal yacht, was it?" he said, turning to Inzjana.  If anything, that question certainly confirmed that he was using the VISR itself.

"Commander, we're being hailed from the surface... its not the away team."

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"This is Premier Soth.  Our systems detected a beam from your ship.  What are you doing to my planet?"

[Detainment Room]

As the XO attempted to gather information from the newcomer, Adeyemi shook his head briefly to Jaeger.

"Maybe as a last resort. I don't want to force a conflict with these people so early."� He told her. In his youth, he might have smashed a table or chair through the glass and be damned with the consequences. But now was the time to hang back, wait for them to make the first move. If their enemy's goal was to observe, they'd win by not playing.

"Besides, we have the flagship waiting for us in orbit. We wait until Commander Tekin says otherwise." The admiral finished.

[Inzjana]

SCIENCE LAB 2 - USS DISCOVERY
Posting for NPC - Science Petty Officer second class Inigo MontaÁƒ±a

Science officer Inigo Montana was by now more than nervous, he was lost, confused and had been alone in the Science Lab ever since Lieutenant Inzjana had left for the planet. Apart from occasionally day dreaming of his superior officer, was that wrong? he asked himself, after all, she was kinda cute in that Vulcan way. He had been using the lab's dedicated sensors to scan the planet. In passive mode of course, just in case the aliens weren't as backward as they made out to be. Proving his caution wasn't without merit, the sensors indicated that a planet wide plasma shield started to be generated just before all communications had been lost.

Plasma shields were easy enough to generate, although on a global scale was a hell of a lot more difficult, but regardless, the principle was the same. By using a network of ionizing LASERS one could superheat a source of gas, just like an atmosphere and by using the magnetosphere of the planet, wham-bam-thank you ma'am, you have a nifty way of protecting yourself.

Even the US Military of Earth in the 21st Century were studying ways of generating plasma shields for their combat vehicles, but of course back then they had to deal with primitive economics and the ionizing LASERS were expensive during those times. Loving history, especially military history, Inigo MontaÁƒ±a grew up finding out all he could. He even had all the models of every vehicle called Enterprise in his bedroom, much to the chagrin of his mother.

"Science Lab to bridge, sir, I don't know if I should be doing this, but there is no one else here and I have some relevant information on the away team...sir. The planet is currently protected by a plasma shield. This wouldn't be enough to block transmissions but it would be enough to stop any vessel from entering and exiting the atmosphere, including weapons fire...Oh, hang on, what's this?"

Looking at a silhouette that suddenly appeared on the sensors, he touched the icon which zoomed in and telemetric data started to scroll next to it...

"Um! Sir, there appears to be a comet entering the system, as comets are mostly ice and particulate matter, if we directed the tractor beam to push the comet in to a skimming collision with the plasma shield, that would be enough to quickly cool down that part of the shield, punching a hole in it sir.