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#31
Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
Last post by Stryker - April 24, 2024, 08:45:44 PMQuoteActivate the Cloaking Device and Do not Deactivate till further notice Within seconds the Washington was no longer on scanners. "Sorry Aune, But no one is touching the Washington"
Sven made a dismissive noise, bordering on the side of mockery. "Huh. Just add, failure t'comply with enforcement, and failure t' relinquish evidence critical for a criminal investigation. Ya got some sort of criminal infraction bingo card that yer tryin' t'fill out?"
He shrugged. "I guess it can't be helped then."
He tapped his communicator
"lt. Aune to lt. Addams. Sorry t'keep bein' a thorn in yer side. But could ya reley an warrent for asset seizure for the Washington when ya get a hold of the Judge Advocate? Our esteemed guest seems t'think that rent-a-cops are above the law, and have it posted on the Integrated Criminal Network? I want to make sure that when that ship decloaks anywhere in the Federation our member states know that it's to be apprehended immediately. Thank you." He turned back to Dersch. "Ya know, for a person that spends an inordinate amount of time in the holodeck reenactin' late 20 century police shoot-outs an' crime scenes yer rather obtuse when it comes t'criminal law. But fret not. Yer gunna get a crash course in it soon enough.
You may have some uber starship, Dersch, some war vessel tha' can obliterate an entire planet when ya turn on the high beams. Ya may have a legion of juiced up genetically augmented supersoldiers at yer beck n' call. But I have somethin' that is much more powerful than those two things combined. Somethin' so powerful ya can't even fathom it depths. An infinite void that will suck everything you have. It'll suck yer out yer soul an' very will t'live. It's the power of the Bureaucracy.
Tha's right Dersch. I'm gunna wrap yer ship up in so much red tape, that yer great grand children will long be dust in the ground before it's relinquished back t'ya.
I'm curious Dersch. Ya got only 14 marines protectin' yer family. How do you afford them? I mean they gotta eat. Gotta pay wages and I doubt your salary as a junior grade lieutenant was enough t'keep them on yer payroll. An' I doubt they would sit around in a cloaked ship twiddling their thumbs waitin' fer ya maybe give an order, when ya have free time workin' full time for the Federation?
You know what, don' answer that. I don't what t'know. But I do think it was awful convenient that yer ship jus' happen t'be there when ya called for it. Convenient that it has a cloaking device. Convenient that you have an extensive crew that somehow magically gets compensated for sittin' around on their thumbs waitin' fer ya t'tell them what to do in yer free time. And that's why I think you've been runnin' a side gig smuggling weapons to Oashl'ie t'pay for it all.
That means, I'm gunna have t'get an investigation ordered fer yer ship once we seize it. Do you know how much paperwork that takes? First well have to prescreening done t'ensure safe occupancy of the ship for the workers. A project plan will have t'be drawn up and approved by the bass. An' because the Romulans are involved the plan will have t'be sent t'them. They'll have 300 days t'respond with any revisions, or changes. That'll get sent back t'the Federation and they will have 300 days to approve the changes an' the revisions. An' as you know, stuff crops up and stuff slips through the cracks an' they typically get around t'it a few weeks before it's due. Those revisions will be sent back t'Romulans who will then have 300 days t'respond. It takes frikken forever and once that's done the document heads off t'clerical for final formatting and dependin' on how busy they are... An don' forget, the Federation loves t'change procedures every couple of years so we'll have to stop and revise the document and start that whole process over just t'keep it updated. An' that's for the safe occupancy sweep just t'let Federation personnel on board t'even start investigating it for smugglin. I won't even bother tellin' what's involved t'get that actual project plan approved t'do the actual investigation of the ship.
Ya diggin' what I'm sayin' here? It's gunna take us years just to get this done. Not to mention any other kind of investigation that could be warrented which will just extend the time it spends in the impound."
He gave Dersch a decisive look. "An' don't worry. I'm not wastin' any time on you. Unlike you, I trust my people t'do their job. They are capable, trained, and qualified, so I'm sure this Koto character won't be a problem much longer. But right now, yer my main issue."
Sven thought for a moment. "First rule of mercenary work. Don't trust yer employer. An' certainly don't expect any kind of loyalty. Their loyalty goes as far as their Latium. We won't be requirin' yer services anymore."
#32
Station Holodeck / A Family Reunion In A Way (Nir...
Last post by Nira Said - April 24, 2024, 05:02:14 PM[Commander Nira Said | First Officer's Quarters | Deck Two | Outpost Solaere]
Nira was feeling excited about the dinner. She had heard that Don was back and was happy to know; she always regarded Don Addams as an uncle while Torra was a sister. Combined with old Stryker Aune, it meant a reuniting of friends.
"Okay, am I missing anything, Savar?" she asked Savar, who was setting up a table for five.
"You? Miss anything? Highly improbable," said Savar. "I never knew you to miss a detail. What's interesting is your excitement."
"Why, it's the best possible chance to tell them all of what we saw, on the Challenger and all," Nira said excitedly. "I've never been able to to Torra, what with First Officer duties. And I want to hear more from Don and Stryker."
She looked around. Her quarters were exceptionally big. Maybe it came from being on a station, but it certainly was bigger than her old quarters on the Challenger. She was dressed in a belly shirt typical for wear in the desert, her tattoos of Arabic wordings prominent above the carved Cardassian brands on her side. Of course, she included one or two more Arabic words as tattoos since then. Savar had special robes he reserved generally for guests or grand days out.
Still, the size meant better means of decoration; a pair of Jimbaya daggers hung on the wall, the decorative nonlethal pair; the real ones she kept in her boots when she was prepared to engage in melee combat. Her mek'leth hung up there, too, usually where it was whenever Nira didn't feel the need for it. In a vase was a miniature sapling from Andgarr. Hung elsewhere on the wall was a piece of neutronium from the Planet Killer that menaced Andgarr.
Other than that, it was still decorated as an Arabic room as she always decorated her quarters, although Savar had a bit of space to at least devote to Vulcan decor. Off to one side were her two pets. One was a hologram of her first pet, a dachshund named Akbar, something she was inspired to make because Kinley had Steve, the raptor.
The other pet was a genuine animal of sorts, not a hologram. What was more, it was a pet from Betazed. It was a present from her grandfather Aadul that was sent to her via Loorche, the tall butler the First House sent to serve her. The lanky giant tended to her quarters, but for the most part, set up a jewelry shop on the Promenade and operated it, he never buttled much. That and the animal he brought along was an indication of a connection to the First House in a way, and also a way to make up for any difficulties Nira had in getting to know the First House when the Revenant stopped for some shore leave at Betazed.
The interesting thing about the animal was that it was part plant. Aadul bred animals like that, he having trained as a botanist at the University of Betazed, and some of his nephews followed the same career. Most Betazoid pets were mostly living arboreal creatures, like vines that come alive and move. Of course, Aadul was more considerate of others, which is why he made experimentations and created these plant-based animals for home comfort and not to perturb others.
The plant creature had a canine look about it, almost like a furry fox, except the ears were longer. Its fur felt more like blades of grass rather than fur. What was more, there were mottles of green about it. It was called Nahida, named after the wife of one of the breeders who worked with Aadul. Nahida was surprisingly easy to take care of, and wasn't messy. She never strayed out of the quarters, and generally basked under warm light. Savar often took more care of her than Nira did, and he found Nahida fascinating. Still, Nahida behaved like a typical canine, aside from making less of a mess, eating dirt and greens, drinking a lot of water, and never making any messes.
The two canines were instantly at Nira's side, surprising her. Akbhar and Nahida often did when she came to her quarters. They made quite the pair, despite that Akbar was a hologram.
"Well, I guess the preparations are complete...Akbar, Nahida, it's almost time," she said, petting the two animals.
Nira was feeling excited about the dinner. She had heard that Don was back and was happy to know; she always regarded Don Addams as an uncle while Torra was a sister. Combined with old Stryker Aune, it meant a reuniting of friends.
"Okay, am I missing anything, Savar?" she asked Savar, who was setting up a table for five.
"You? Miss anything? Highly improbable," said Savar. "I never knew you to miss a detail. What's interesting is your excitement."
"Why, it's the best possible chance to tell them all of what we saw, on the Challenger and all," Nira said excitedly. "I've never been able to to Torra, what with First Officer duties. And I want to hear more from Don and Stryker."
She looked around. Her quarters were exceptionally big. Maybe it came from being on a station, but it certainly was bigger than her old quarters on the Challenger. She was dressed in a belly shirt typical for wear in the desert, her tattoos of Arabic wordings prominent above the carved Cardassian brands on her side. Of course, she included one or two more Arabic words as tattoos since then. Savar had special robes he reserved generally for guests or grand days out.
Still, the size meant better means of decoration; a pair of Jimbaya daggers hung on the wall, the decorative nonlethal pair; the real ones she kept in her boots when she was prepared to engage in melee combat. Her mek'leth hung up there, too, usually where it was whenever Nira didn't feel the need for it. In a vase was a miniature sapling from Andgarr. Hung elsewhere on the wall was a piece of neutronium from the Planet Killer that menaced Andgarr.
Other than that, it was still decorated as an Arabic room as she always decorated her quarters, although Savar had a bit of space to at least devote to Vulcan decor. Off to one side were her two pets. One was a hologram of her first pet, a dachshund named Akbar, something she was inspired to make because Kinley had Steve, the raptor.
The other pet was a genuine animal of sorts, not a hologram. What was more, it was a pet from Betazed. It was a present from her grandfather Aadul that was sent to her via Loorche, the tall butler the First House sent to serve her. The lanky giant tended to her quarters, but for the most part, set up a jewelry shop on the Promenade and operated it, he never buttled much. That and the animal he brought along was an indication of a connection to the First House in a way, and also a way to make up for any difficulties Nira had in getting to know the First House when the Revenant stopped for some shore leave at Betazed.
The interesting thing about the animal was that it was part plant. Aadul bred animals like that, he having trained as a botanist at the University of Betazed, and some of his nephews followed the same career. Most Betazoid pets were mostly living arboreal creatures, like vines that come alive and move. Of course, Aadul was more considerate of others, which is why he made experimentations and created these plant-based animals for home comfort and not to perturb others.
The plant creature had a canine look about it, almost like a furry fox, except the ears were longer. Its fur felt more like blades of grass rather than fur. What was more, there were mottles of green about it. It was called Nahida, named after the wife of one of the breeders who worked with Aadul. Nahida was surprisingly easy to take care of, and wasn't messy. She never strayed out of the quarters, and generally basked under warm light. Savar often took more care of her than Nira did, and he found Nahida fascinating. Still, Nahida behaved like a typical canine, aside from making less of a mess, eating dirt and greens, drinking a lot of water, and never making any messes.
The two canines were instantly at Nira's side, surprising her. Akbhar and Nahida often did when she came to her quarters. They made quite the pair, despite that Akbar was a hologram.
"Well, I guess the preparations are complete...Akbar, Nahida, it's almost time," she said, petting the two animals.
#33
USS Discovery / Re: Season 16: Episode 1: Perf...
Last post by Vadok Alvarez - April 24, 2024, 04:34:57 PM[Station Operations Center-Clone Vadok]
Vadok remained composed as he observed the tense exchange between Nevir and rRayek, his thoughts focused on adapting to the unfolding situation. While the Romulan and his counterpart deliberated on their next course of action, Vadok recalibrated his role within the mission, acknowledging the setbacks encountered with the shield frequency.
As Nevir expressed concern about deviating from the plan, Vadok maintained a calm demeanor, the gravity of their mission resonated with him, underscoring the need for precision and strategic thinking in their actions.
"I understand the necessity of our objectives," Vadok interjected calmly, his voice measured. "Even without the shield frequency, we must proceed with caution and adapt to the circumstances."
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[Station - Cloning lab]
In the subdued lighting of the cloning lab, the pod containing the real Vadok Alvarez began to show signs of activity. The clear cover of the pod hissed as it released, sliding back to reveal the genuine Starfleet officer inside.
Vadok's eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the ambient light of the room. His mind felt groggy and disoriented, but as awareness returned, he realized he was in an unfamiliar setting. Memories of being aboard the Discovery before the mission assault flooded back, followed by the unsettling realization that he had no idea how much time had passed.
Taking a deep breath, Vadok pushed himself up within the pod, his movements cautious and deliberate. His gaze swept the room, quickly identifying familiar faces—Commander Rayek, Lieutenant Lorut Vila, and others—standing nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency.
"Commander," Vadok addressed Rayek, his voice slightly hoarse from disuse. "What's happening? How long was I...?"
Before he could finish his question, Vadok's attention was drawn to the conversation unfolding around him. It didn't take long for him to piece together the situation—a station dedicated to cloning and replicating crew members, likely under the control of rogue elements seeking to exploit this technology.
Instinctively, Vadok's training kicked in, and he began to assess the situation with a calm demeanor despite the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions within him. His priority was clear—reestablish communication with the Discovery, ensure the safety of the crew, and devise a plan to escape this clandestine facility.
Turning to the group, Vadok's gaze met theirs, his expression resolute. "We need to coordinate our efforts and find a way out of here. Is there any indication of where they've taken the rest of the crew? And what's the status of our ship?" he inquired, his mind already formulating strategies to navigate this precarious situation.
Vadok remained composed as he observed the tense exchange between Nevir and rRayek, his thoughts focused on adapting to the unfolding situation. While the Romulan and his counterpart deliberated on their next course of action, Vadok recalibrated his role within the mission, acknowledging the setbacks encountered with the shield frequency.
As Nevir expressed concern about deviating from the plan, Vadok maintained a calm demeanor, the gravity of their mission resonated with him, underscoring the need for precision and strategic thinking in their actions.
"I understand the necessity of our objectives," Vadok interjected calmly, his voice measured. "Even without the shield frequency, we must proceed with caution and adapt to the circumstances."
=========
[Station - Cloning lab]
In the subdued lighting of the cloning lab, the pod containing the real Vadok Alvarez began to show signs of activity. The clear cover of the pod hissed as it released, sliding back to reveal the genuine Starfleet officer inside.
Vadok's eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the ambient light of the room. His mind felt groggy and disoriented, but as awareness returned, he realized he was in an unfamiliar setting. Memories of being aboard the Discovery before the mission assault flooded back, followed by the unsettling realization that he had no idea how much time had passed.
Taking a deep breath, Vadok pushed himself up within the pod, his movements cautious and deliberate. His gaze swept the room, quickly identifying familiar faces—Commander Rayek, Lieutenant Lorut Vila, and others—standing nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency.
"Commander," Vadok addressed Rayek, his voice slightly hoarse from disuse. "What's happening? How long was I...?"
Before he could finish his question, Vadok's attention was drawn to the conversation unfolding around him. It didn't take long for him to piece together the situation—a station dedicated to cloning and replicating crew members, likely under the control of rogue elements seeking to exploit this technology.
Instinctively, Vadok's training kicked in, and he began to assess the situation with a calm demeanor despite the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions within him. His priority was clear—reestablish communication with the Discovery, ensure the safety of the crew, and devise a plan to escape this clandestine facility.
Turning to the group, Vadok's gaze met theirs, his expression resolute. "We need to coordinate our efforts and find a way out of here. Is there any indication of where they've taken the rest of the crew? And what's the status of our ship?" he inquired, his mind already formulating strategies to navigate this precarious situation.
#34
Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
Last post by Nira Said - April 24, 2024, 04:22:32 PMQuote from: Charlotte Fawkes on April 23, 2024, 02:21:14 PMFawkes stood back and watched as the Mark XII EMH brought up the hologram of the cholera strain from New Jericho. The EMH was thorough in his explanation and its unique attributes, though the implications of the mutated cholera were troublesome. And watching the bacteria react to Savar's sampled blood, Charlotte found herself in agreement with the Vulcan lieutenant.
Once asked for a sample of her blood, the ensign allowed the EMH to extract the necessary amount. "There's an old earth saying – if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck. I'd say we have a duck here, but more tests are needed." As her blood sample and the bacterium were combined, Fawkes addressed Savar. "As I indicated before, I think it would be prudent if we tested all the aquafers for leaks and the sewage for signs of this specific bacteria, if such tests aren't already in progress. If this is a bioweapon and we can determine how it was engineered, that may lead to a suspect."
[{NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Medical Lab | Sickbay | Deck Fourteen | Outpost Solaere]
Savar watched as the bacterium was combined with her blood sample. Hearing Fawkes' analogy, the famous phrase to go with it, he said, "I can see what you mean. Here in this case, as much as it looks like a Cholera bacteria, it doesn't look and behave the way it does. I can see here that it doesn't react to human blood the way it does Vulcan blood. I concur we have to conduct more tests, but we can see the first sign as to how this strain is designed in a way to specifically affect Vulcans, and as such, potentially, Romulans."
"I don't know," the EMH retorted. "We'd have to send somebody down to the water sources in Oaish'le where people are being afflicted with Cholera so that we'll know, but I don't know what medical officer we can spare..."
Quote from: J.B Dersch on April 22, 2024, 01:20:30 PM[James Koto - Outpost Solaere][Cloten's Office | The Jackal | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]
"Jimmy," she called in "Hagon's" voice. "You're not going to believe this. Dersch has been arrested by the Starfleeters. If you still want him...it's too good a chance to pass up."
"Ohhhh Really?, Find the location of his wife and daughter for me, I am going to kill them first. Hiurt him from the inside then end with the outside...." Koto then clicked off the comm and went and hid in Clotens office
The memo came in to the computer in Cloten's Office. It was still accessible; Cloten had always kept it free to use, unlocked and free to use. He had trusted on his thugs' fear of his wrath that ensured his confidence nobody would get it open.
Unfortunately, not all of his security features were up, which meant anybody who could sneak in could notice what was going on on his computer. And there was more than one way past Cloten's thugs guarding his office.
[{NPC} "Captain Hagon Ral" | Freighter Dock Three | Deck Eleven | Outpost Solaere]
"Hagon" acknowledged. She had to step out of their base ship and access a computer console.
"Computer, locate the Dersch family."
The computer gave her the information. The Dersch family was gone. They were really one step ahead, weren't they? Or was it Dersch himself? She returned to the base ship and did a scan...saw three Federation starships in the system...two top of the line vessels, registered as the Endurant and the Megistus...and an older Yeager class, registering as the Washington...
"Hagon" recognized the name. Jimmy served on the Washington...and "Hagon" put two and two together.
"Jimmy," she called in Hagon's voice, "Dersch's family are gone. However, your old ship is in the system. Is it entirely possible your old friend got them out?"
#35
Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
Last post by Nira Said - April 24, 2024, 03:58:57 PMQuote from: Danjar-Torra Addams on April 23, 2024, 02:26:07 AMLieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck One - Operations Center] (5:45 pm)
Torra was quiet as Nira spoke to the Admiral. She was a little surprised that it was Nira who addressed him and not Commander Garrison (being the actually Commander of the station)... but then Nira had always been one to speak to speak out of turn. Nira and Dersch were a lot alike in that respect.
At hearing Gillespie's question to Nira, Torra anticipated the order to look for vessels in the sector and began a search. She sent the results to Commander Kinley's PADD.
Quote from: Kinley Garrison on April 24, 2024, 04:24:54 AM[Main Ops][Commander Nira Said | Operations Center | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]
Savar was correct in his assumptions. While Kinley was no medical specialist in any regard, she knew well enough that an outbreak of this potentially dangerous pathogen planetside could be at least debilitating, if not devastating to those who may be susceptible to it. " Let's do it. Time is of the essence."
Noting Cloten's unease, she nodded sympathetically as she listened to him. She still didn't like the scumbag of a hairball, but given everything, he was still one of the people she was in charge of taking care of on this station, and she had to put her people first, whether she personally liked them or not. "Fair enough. Do we have the manpower to send a team to get him? Or should we get him ourselves?"
"Thanks, Torra," she said, trying to hide her reluctance. Some of the Admirals tended to make her uneasy. Sure, they were people too, but there was always something a bit distant or intimidating about them. With this tense situation involving mercenaries and other ships and everything, she noted that Nira was the first one to fill them in on the situation. Unorthodox, given the chain of command, but she had a lot on her plate in terms of simultaneous crises. Talking first wasn't her specialty.
"Good day, Admiral. Yes. We are currently dealing with the Washington situation, she said. She was going to ask Torra to bring up a map of the nearby ships, but it seemed like Torra was one step ahead and had already sent her the stats on her PADD. "Yes. We have a few ships in the system; The Megistus and the Endurant. " She nodded to Torra, temporarily muting the feed to the Admiral. "Could you send in a request to said ships to assist in impounding the Washington?"
Unmuting herself again, she nodded to the Admiral. "In other news, We have other problems as well. Ambassador Sot was found murdered and we have uncovered a potentially devastating disease outbreak that may be related to said murder. We have teams on the case."
Nira can especially sense from Torra her feelings when she spoke to Gillespie. It was that Nira had a bit of a rapport with Gillespie, with his having to give her Starfleet Security assignments in the past. She couldn't help it when he often came on. She had that before from Ian Galloway. On the other hand, Nira had felt something from Kinley, something that made Nira wonder if Kinley didn't like talking first...
Gillespie furrowed his brow further when he heard the news. "Now that is interesting," he said. "If the outbreak is related to the murder, what does the murderer have to gain from it?"
"Perhaps not letting the Romulans of Oaish'le have so much of a drop of that aquifer," Nira said. "It may be possible they want to have New Jericho have that aquifer to themselves. And if that disease is connected to the murder, perhaps all water sources in Oaish'le could get poisoned in an effort to drive the Romulans out. Which would benefit New Jericho most of all, because a lot of the Federation colonists in New Jericho hate the Romulans, hate that they've descended upon the planet in large numbers looking for a new home...and despise us for aiding them..."
It had occurred to Nira. An inkling of suspicion formed. Somebody in New Jericho must've must've known about Solaere's effort to recruit a diplomatic team to negotiate rights with the Romulans to the aquifer, given that a diplomatic team selected by the administration would be as biased as the rest of the colony and predisposed to negotiate that the Romulans not get a drop. Perhaps that same somebody hired Koto to thwart that effort.
"Well, bullocks," Gillespie sighed. "If I dinnae ken better, I would presume somebody in New Jericho hired that evil git Koto to stop your efforts."
Nira had to smile. Once a detective, always a detective. It was why Gillespie was where he was in Starfleet Security, and why he and Nira get on very well.
"I'll be standing by, in case yeh lassies need more assistance. Gillespie oot."
The viewscreen cut off. Nira then turned to Torra. "Torra, if the line to Starfleet Medical is still open, once you send the message to the Endurant and the Megistus, get in contact with Sot's examiner over there. We're going to need to have a word with that person," she added, looking over to Kinley.
She then looked at the results on the PADD. The Endurant and the Megistus, she could see, were top of the line ships, and were thus suited for quantum slipstream drive. The former as a Ross class ship, the latter a Sagan class cruiser. Nira felt a bit of satisfaction in knowing that, however much the Washington had, the Endurant and the Megistus were ahead of it by twenty or thirty years.
Cloten had chanced a brief look at the console to see what was going on, and he, too, saw the ships incoming. Despite his fear of Torra, the prospect of two Starfleet ships going after a merc ship made him excited. He had his own PADD and started writing a memo to send to his database: "Two Ships go after Merc Ship Washington. What Are The Odds?"
His own PADD connected to the computer in his office, he sent it over, eager to see what bets can be placed...
#36
Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
Last post by J.B Dersch - April 24, 2024, 08:09:40 AMQuote|lt. Sven Aune || New Jericho, Suvik's resident.|
Sven gave Dersch the "oh really" look and rolled his eyes.
"Jus' tack on resisting arrest t'yer growin' line of infractions." He said matter of factly.
"Now, ya can run. An' I'll jus' put a warrant out fer yer arrest. All the member states will be notified by the Unified Criminal Network, as you are fully aware of. An' it certainly won' look good when yer tribunal come's around. Ya really 'ave a way of diggin' yerself a 'ole, don't'cha? So, I'm glad ya decided t'cooperate."
He pressed his communicator.
He turned his attention back to Dersch. "Next time, think before abandonin' yer post. An' speakin' of sherkin' yer responsibilities, what exactly did you do with your family? I 'ope fer yer sake y'didn't leave them to the wolves while ya yer playin' Rent-a-Cop."
|| JB Dersch || New Jericho, Suvik's resident.||
"Jus' tack on resisting arrest t'yer growin' line of infractions.. Dersch just sighed. If Aune waa gonna play the dick card move, go right ahead.
"Now, ya can run. An' I'll jus' put a warrant out fer yer arrest. All the member states will be notified by the Unified Criminal Network, as you are fully aware of. An' it certainly won' look good when yer tribunal come's around. Ya really 'ave a way of diggin' yerself a 'ole, don't'cha? So, I'm glad ya decided t'cooperate."
JB shook his head. Aune was trying to make Dersch the villain here when he wasn't, When Starfleet wasn't there to help they were and Aune seemed to be forgetting that. Dersch then sent a quick com burst to the Washington
"It seems there's a ship that follows around his highness like some lost puppy. If ya have any information on it, I'd love for ya t'get it impounded. Its computer core might have some useful intel on the death's of the ambassador's an' possible other terrorist activities. I wan' it ripped out an' held securely in th' science lab. Any suspicious components, modifications, or tech should be removed and quarantined." This next part is hard. Suvik is dead, an' we found Dersch with the body. I'll need t'meet with the Judge Advocate before I proceed with a formal inquiry an'question Dersch. I'll be sendin' down lt. Marsh t'do a forensics investigation of the site. In the meantime could I also ask ya to beam his body to sick bay. I know ya will handle him with care an' I'm sure his family would appreciate the respect we afford him. Thank-you."
Activate the Cloaking Device and Do not Deactivate till further notice Within seconds the Washington was no longer on scanners. "Sorry Aune, But no one is touching the Washington"
He turned his attention back to Dersch. "Next time, think before abandonin' yer post. An' speakin' of sherkin' yer responsibilities, what exactly did you do with your family? I 'ope fer yer sake y'didn't leave them to the wolves while ya yer playin' Rent-a-Cop."
Dersch was a bit taken back by this. "No they are safe and sound, And By the way your wasting time with me, Koto is on the Station as we speak and I am 100% positive that's he looking for either my family or me, But he won't get my family, They are safe and sound on the Washington, Besides, there's 14 Secuirty Tactical Marines Standing Watch over them, So Koto ain't gonna get them, And also I wasn't play rent-a-cop, I was tying up loose ends" Dersch was not going to let Starfleet take his ship. That ship had saved Starfleet asses more than he could count. So why now, All the sounded they want to take it, Rip it to pieces and bascily salavge it. Damn Star fleet basterds
#37
USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequ...
Last post by ShranLahr ch'Verret - April 24, 2024, 04:50:09 AMPO1 ShranLahr ch'Verret
Feeling the station shudder, Lahr gripped his mixer tightly until the shuddering stopped. From his place on stage he could see the crowd press towards the exits. This was bad.
Lahr cut the music and called up a boatswain's whistle on his mixer and played it. Those with Fleet training should respond appropriately by freezing in place at attention.
Then over his mic he called out directions. "Civilians please exit in an orderly fashion through the main exit. Senior Officers proceed to your stations exiting through the side exits to the left and right of the stage. Enlisted remain where you are until others have safely left the hall then make your way to your ship and station. "
Feeling the station shudder, Lahr gripped his mixer tightly until the shuddering stopped. From his place on stage he could see the crowd press towards the exits. This was bad.
Lahr cut the music and called up a boatswain's whistle on his mixer and played it. Those with Fleet training should respond appropriately by freezing in place at attention.
Then over his mic he called out directions. "Civilians please exit in an orderly fashion through the main exit. Senior Officers proceed to your stations exiting through the side exits to the left and right of the stage. Enlisted remain where you are until others have safely left the hall then make your way to your ship and station. "
#38
Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
Last post by Kinley Garrison - April 24, 2024, 04:24:54 AM[Main Ops]
Savar was correct in his assumptions. While Kinley was no medical specialist in any regard, she knew well enough that an outbreak of this potentially dangerous pathogen planetside could be at least debilitating, if not devastating to those who may be susceptible to it. " Let's do it. Time is of the essence."
Noting Cloten's unease, she nodded sympathetically as she listened to him. She still didn't like the scumbag of a hairball, but given everything, he was still one of the people she was in charge of taking care of on this station, and she had to put her people first, whether she personally liked them or not. "Fair enough. Do we have the manpower to send a team to get him? Or should we get him ourselves?"
"Thanks, Torra," she said, trying to hide her reluctance. Some of the Admirals tended to make her uneasy. Sure, they were people too, but there was always something a bit distant or intimidating about them. With this tense situation involving mercenaries and other ships and everything, she noted that Nira was the first one to fill them in on the situation. Unorthodox, given the chain of command, but she had a lot on her plate in terms of simultaneous crises. Talking first wasn't her specialty.
"Good day, Admiral. Yes. We are currently dealing with the Washington situation, she said. She was going to ask Torra to bring up a map of the nearby ships, but it seemed like Torra was one step ahead and had already sent her the stats on her PADD. "Yes. We have a few ships in the system; The Megistus and the Endurant. " She nodded to Torra, temporarily muting the feed to the Admiral. "Could you send in a request to said ships to assist in impounding the Washington?"
Unmuting herself again, she nodded to the Admiral. "In other news, We have other problems as well. Ambassador Sot was found murdered and we have uncovered a potentially devastating disease outbreak that may be related to said murder. We have teams on the case."
Savar was correct in his assumptions. While Kinley was no medical specialist in any regard, she knew well enough that an outbreak of this potentially dangerous pathogen planetside could be at least debilitating, if not devastating to those who may be susceptible to it. " Let's do it. Time is of the essence."
Noting Cloten's unease, she nodded sympathetically as she listened to him. She still didn't like the scumbag of a hairball, but given everything, he was still one of the people she was in charge of taking care of on this station, and she had to put her people first, whether she personally liked them or not. "Fair enough. Do we have the manpower to send a team to get him? Or should we get him ourselves?"
"Thanks, Torra," she said, trying to hide her reluctance. Some of the Admirals tended to make her uneasy. Sure, they were people too, but there was always something a bit distant or intimidating about them. With this tense situation involving mercenaries and other ships and everything, she noted that Nira was the first one to fill them in on the situation. Unorthodox, given the chain of command, but she had a lot on her plate in terms of simultaneous crises. Talking first wasn't her specialty.
"Good day, Admiral. Yes. We are currently dealing with the Washington situation, she said. She was going to ask Torra to bring up a map of the nearby ships, but it seemed like Torra was one step ahead and had already sent her the stats on her PADD. "Yes. We have a few ships in the system; The Megistus and the Endurant. " She nodded to Torra, temporarily muting the feed to the Admiral. "Could you send in a request to said ships to assist in impounding the Washington?"
Unmuting herself again, she nodded to the Admiral. "In other news, We have other problems as well. Ambassador Sot was found murdered and we have uncovered a potentially devastating disease outbreak that may be related to said murder. We have teams on the case."
#39
USS Discovery / Re: Season 16: Episode 1: Perf...
Last post by Rayek trLhoell - April 24, 2024, 04:13:04 AMrRayek tr'Lhoell
[Station - Operations Center]
At last, he had the frequency they needed! He started on the transporter and self-destruct preparations.
The Tekin-clone's bid for leniency was a disappointment.
"Tekin," rRayek purposefully left out the Bajoran clone's rank, to highlight that in this, HE was the one in charge. "Did you think that Starfleet upon hearing that we escaped with one of their vessels would just leave us to go on our merry way? No. The only way this works is if no one knows we aren't the originals. Which means getting rid of any and all those that know - here, and on the ship."
.
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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Station - Cloning lab- outside the holding cells]
Rayek was able to confirm both Malik's and M'Nia's words by briefly delving into their surface thoughts which called up the memory of that beam out as they reflected back in their minds to answer his question. To him it seemed like they were the originals. "That's the current theory." he answered M'Nia, just before hospital-gown-wearing Lorut picked up the dropped weapon (Fvadt!) and decided she was in command and started issuing orders.
While her taking over the situation seemed a very Lorut thing, he needed to be certain it was her, so turned his mind to reading hers. At first 'glance' she seemed genuine in her attempts to help.
Rayek grimaced at Lorut when she approached him hesitantly and questioned his identity. The worst part about it was that he couldn't answer that question to himself much less anyone else with any certainty. "I hope so Lieutenant. I hope so."
He finished binding the Risan with strips of cloth torn from the hem of his hospital gown.
When she asked about waking the Captain, the Romulan chuckled to himself. She'd already ordered Grippen to do so... asking after the fact was kind of useless.. but it did lessened her offense a smidge. It was clear she wasn't trying to take over, she just had a dominant and action-oriented personality. Ideal in this type of situation as long as she could still accept orders.
"I think that would be wise." he acknowledged the question and nodded towards Grippen to do so.
Then let Lorut take a look at his injured shoulder. Without a med kit there wasn't much likely she could do, except maybe bandage the charred flesh to keep the wound relatively clean.
Rayek watched as the Captain awoke, and as like the others, he skimmed over the Bajoran's surface thoughts for any evidence of Thinker deception. That the Captain's first question centered on the welfare of his ship, had Rayek pulling back his mind. Yeah that was Tekin alright.
"Sorry Captain, this may be difficult to accept but I believe the ship to be in the control of a Thinker-programmed clone of yourself. Aided by a clone of your wife and myself. I don't know if you were ever privy to Katra's reports but several senior officers, including Lt Falleg and myself were taken captive and cloned without our knowledge. We managed to stop them from sabotaging the station and we believed them to be killed during their escape attempt. Starfleet Intelligence did the clean up to keep the incident quiet. I believe it was then that they managed to find survivors or grow them back from samples... I don't know, but I believe this entire station is dedicated to studying that Thinker-clone technology - and likely attempting to replicate it."
Rayek looked over to Lorut as she made her feelings known. While he agreed they needed to leave... blowing up a station seemed a bit of an overreaction. First they needed a plan. His gut urged him to arm himself and return to the Station Ops to deal with his double, but the decision wasn't his.
Clothes however did sound appealing, though he had one recommendation.
"I would suggest not replicating our usual uniforms.. to prevent confusion if we encounter more clones" Saying this reminded him they did have a clone in their midst currently. Lieutenant Lachlyn.
When Malik approached the cell that held Tanner, Rayek quick glanced towards the one who had stunned the Malik clone. Would she interfere? Would she turn on them like Malik-clone had?
"Lieutenant Lachlyn." he tried to draw her attention to him and not Malik waking her double. "What are your intentions?" she demanded to know, delving into her mind glean the information from her thoughts even if she didn't speak it aloud.
[Station - Operations Center]
Quote from: Tekin Nevir on April 23, 2024, 01:55:21 PM[USS Discovery - Unknown Location?]
For the first time, Nevir grimaced. This was supposed to be quick and painless. Prophets he already told them that he wasn't going to hurt anyone. Except for some, but they deserved it. Even if he didn't personally experience the tortures and tests, he was programmed with that knowledge and what they did.
He sighed though... he knew the station would have to be destroyed, but he didn't think they were going to kill the originals.
Regardless of the answer, they still needed to get ready to finish off that prison.
At last, he had the frequency they needed! He started on the transporter and self-destruct preparations.
The Tekin-clone's bid for leniency was a disappointment.
"Tekin," rRayek purposefully left out the Bajoran clone's rank, to highlight that in this, HE was the one in charge. "Did you think that Starfleet upon hearing that we escaped with one of their vessels would just leave us to go on our merry way? No. The only way this works is if no one knows we aren't the originals. Which means getting rid of any and all those that know - here, and on the ship." .
.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Station - Cloning lab- outside the holding cells]
Quote from: Malik Grippen on April 23, 2024, 04:37:40 PM[Station, Science Lab]
"I remember us all being on the shuttle. The Discovery was providing cover for us as we approached the station. The captain, he communicated with the station and then I've woken up here. And there's another me lying on the floor right there."
Quote from: M'Nia on April 23, 2024, 07:06:25 PM
"Cloned? really? last thing I remember was beaming off the shuttle after we were attacked by defense buoys. Cloned? wow!" M'nia said a bit take back by all this.
Rayek was able to confirm both Malik's and M'Nia's words by briefly delving into their surface thoughts which called up the memory of that beam out as they reflected back in their minds to answer his question. To him it seemed like they were the originals. "That's the current theory." he answered M'Nia, just before hospital-gown-wearing Lorut picked up the dropped weapon (Fvadt!) and decided she was in command and started issuing orders.
Quote from: Lorut Vila on April 23, 2024, 12:54:11 PMStation Lab
Clone Pod Lorut Vila
Her brain was still a little fuzzy but she quickly realized that whatever was happening was urgent, and without care or concern to her current appearance or physical state, stood up, a bit shaky on her feet.
"What is happening?" She asked aloud. She looked around. She had realized that the phantom her standing over her previously was a clone. But why?! She quickly reached for the dead...woman's (?) phaser, and then looked to Grippen. "Commander...wake the Captain. I will tend to the other Commander. Any idea where our clothes are?" She looked down at the gown she wore. At least this time she was covered.
She approached Rayek carefully. "Are you the real Commander tr'Lhoell?" She asked. "Should I wake the Captain?"
While her taking over the situation seemed a very Lorut thing, he needed to be certain it was her, so turned his mind to reading hers. At first 'glance' she seemed genuine in her attempts to help.
Rayek grimaced at Lorut when she approached him hesitantly and questioned his identity. The worst part about it was that he couldn't answer that question to himself much less anyone else with any certainty. "I hope so Lieutenant. I hope so."
He finished binding the Risan with strips of cloth torn from the hem of his hospital gown.
When she asked about waking the Captain, the Romulan chuckled to himself. She'd already ordered Grippen to do so... asking after the fact was kind of useless.. but it did lessened her offense a smidge. It was clear she wasn't trying to take over, she just had a dominant and action-oriented personality. Ideal in this type of situation as long as she could still accept orders.
"I think that would be wise." he acknowledged the question and nodded towards Grippen to do so.
Then let Lorut take a look at his injured shoulder. Without a med kit there wasn't much likely she could do, except maybe bandage the charred flesh to keep the wound relatively clean.
Quote from: Malik Grippen on April 23, 2024, 04:37:40 PMHe then got out of his cell, and went to the other cells. One of them contained the captain. He poked him awake.
Quote from: Tekin Nevir on April 23, 2024, 01:55:21 PM[Station - Cloning Lab]
The Captain's eyes slowly opened, and then fluttered as he regained consciousness. His body still felt numb, but the familiar pins of needles told him that he was slowly regaining feeling. He turned his head towards the source of noise, and was surprised to see... his first officer? If he was here, who was in control of the ship?
"C-commander?"
Rayek watched as the Captain awoke, and as like the others, he skimmed over the Bajoran's surface thoughts for any evidence of Thinker deception. That the Captain's first question centered on the welfare of his ship, had Rayek pulling back his mind. Yeah that was Tekin alright.
"Sorry Captain, this may be difficult to accept but I believe the ship to be in the control of a Thinker-programmed clone of yourself. Aided by a clone of your wife and myself. I don't know if you were ever privy to Katra's reports but several senior officers, including Lt Falleg and myself were taken captive and cloned without our knowledge. We managed to stop them from sabotaging the station and we believed them to be killed during their escape attempt. Starfleet Intelligence did the clean up to keep the incident quiet. I believe it was then that they managed to find survivors or grow them back from samples... I don't know, but I believe this entire station is dedicated to studying that Thinker-clone technology - and likely attempting to replicate it."
Quote from: Lorut Vila on April 23, 2024, 12:54:11 PMShe asked. "We need to leave. If I can find a replicator, I can...find our uniforms. I can show you all how to blow this place up..." she said. Her mind's inability to connect the dots was irritating, and she was fighting her natural inclination to slip back into old habits of "shoot first and ask later" and her general malcontent.
"Lieutenant M'Nia, can you help me turn on the Replicators here?" She asked the Caitian. "If we can get those up, even for a moment, I may have enough power to figure out how to turn the pods off..."
Rayek looked over to Lorut as she made her feelings known. While he agreed they needed to leave... blowing up a station seemed a bit of an overreaction. First they needed a plan. His gut urged him to arm himself and return to the Station Ops to deal with his double, but the decision wasn't his.
Clothes however did sound appealing, though he had one recommendation.
"I would suggest not replicating our usual uniforms.. to prevent confusion if we encounter more clones" Saying this reminded him they did have a clone in their midst currently. Lieutenant Lachlyn.
Quote from: Malik Grippen on April 23, 2024, 04:37:40 PMAnother was Tanner. Which was awkward cause her clone was standing right there.
When Malik approached the cell that held Tanner, Rayek quick glanced towards the one who had stunned the Malik clone. Would she interfere? Would she turn on them like Malik-clone had?
"Lieutenant Lachlyn." he tried to draw her attention to him and not Malik waking her double. "What are your intentions?" she demanded to know, delving into her mind glean the information from her thoughts even if she didn't speak it aloud.
#40
USS Discovery / Re: Season 16: Episode 1: Perf...
Last post by Dem Broadshire - April 24, 2024, 03:14:57 AMQuote from: Lilly Hansen on April 22, 2024, 08:18:22 AM[Ensign Lilly Hansen - Sec/Tac Officer - Engineering - USS Discovery][Engineering | USS Discovery]
Lilly nodded. "Yes Sir, I will head to Gamma bridge to make sure it has not been taken, then will begin the search, Wish we had those damn internal sensors" Lilly then moved with the two other Security officers and begin to make her way to Gamma bridge. Lilly was not liking how the Fake Cap was turning the real crew agsint them selves, Or at least thats what it felt like. Damn, This job is really starting to piss me off
"Mr Savyn will now demonstrate his technical knowledge and try to regain internal sensors." Betaika nonchalantly informed, before raising his voice to project towards the departing ensign. "be prepared to access internal sensors when you arrive."
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