Season 11: Episode 3 - Decon Duty

[Kyle Briggs]

OOC: Mission synopsis

A pre-warp civilization has been contaminated by an observation mission gone wrong. Starfleet was observing the peoples of Calabar. The Calabarians have attained a level of technology akin to  Victorian era earth. After the initial mission was revealed, the planet is awash in rumors, hearsay, and unrest. The crew of the mission ship must deal with destroying the evidence across a bustling alien city while taking care not to reveal themselves.

Submitted by: Luke Stafford

Captain's Log:

We're headed back out. The Discovery wasn't at the Starbase for very long. Just a few days, in fact. Long enough for some crew changes and to restock our supplies. Now we're getting ready to take off again. This time, we're headed for a planet called Calabar. It's not a very well-known planet. Or at least, it wasn't a very well-known planet until recently. It has become quite the topic as of late. Apparently, about two years ago, Starfleet had sent an Observation team to the planet to observe the Calabarians. They were nowhere near being ready to join us, so First Contact wasn't even in the plans. At the time, they were best compared to the Victorian era of Earth. They are a very peaceful and prosperous culture. The only issue now is, they have sort of discovered our OT. There have been rumors of "Ghosts" living in the structure across from what they call the Commorancy of High Council. People disappearing into walls. Walls that shimmer. Some of the Calabarians are starting to talk of beings from other planets. Fights are breaking out between neighbors and friends that are accusing each other of "Not belonging there". Our mission is to get in there and retrieve the OT and any and all technology without being discovered ourselves.

"Helm. Set course for Calabar. Warp five. Engage when ready." Kyle ordered.

At this speed, they would arrive in just under three days. He hoped this would give him some time to welcome the new crew members and spend some time with the older ones. The last mission had taken a toll on most of them and even though he had hoped for a longer down time, he knew that the crew of the Discovery were like him. They'd rather be out there doing something.

[Leela Kaz]

[Main Engineering]

This was a momentous day for Leela, a day that she had never really considered. Captain Briggs appointed Leela as the Chief Engineer. She sat in the center of the engine room, it was a bustle of activity as the crew prepared to leave the starbase. The biggest point of concern, for the Trill, were the plasma injectors. They had been freshly replaced at the Starbase. Crewman, she looked to Bryan, lets get those injectors engaged. The Captain just ordered warp five. Access the injector assembly controls and bring them online." It's never a good thing when the captain orders warp speed and the ship fails to go anywhere. She was hopeful that they could be engaged before helm went to warp.

[Jiseth]

"Helm. Set course for Calabar. Warp five. Engage when ready." Kyle ordered.

At this speed, they would arrive in just under three days. He hoped this would give him some time to welcome the new crew members and spend some time with the older ones. The last mission had taken a toll on most of them and even though he had hoped for a longer down time, he knew that the crew of the Discovery were like him. They'd rather be out there doing something.

One of the things about her job was that rarely did she visit the same planet, or rather rarely did she fly to a planet from the same direction. On top of that with a galaxy containing several hundred billion stars, there was plenty to keep her from getting bored. The course was laid in though at warp speed her ability to maneuver was almost nonexistent. The ship would become more like a train set on its track than a vehicle that could move freely in three dimensions.

"Course set. Speed 5, aye."

As she punched through her array of buttons, the helmsman eyed her plasma stream indicator. That was one thing for sure that would wreck their day if out of tolerance. Normally she would have snubbed her nose at any order less than Warp 7, but the extra time would give her the ability to get to know her new officers.

Jiseth's fingers traced up the console slowly and in turn the nacelles throttled up. The impulse engines were brought back to idle. Warp field stable. Plasma stream still reading green. All hatches and airlocks closed. Checklists complete.

With the simple touch of a button, millions of tons of metal hurled seemed to elongate and disappear. A moment later there was a simple flash in the distance and to the Romulan at the helm all the stars had turned into streaks in a burly, blue fog going by. They were now underway.

[Dimitri Brooks]

[Primary Labs, Deck 4]

Tucked away in the saucer section, a scientist sat slumped at his console. His uniform was a little ruffled, and could probably do with re-replicating. Dimitri brushed some imaginary dust out of a fold in the fabric of his blouse, where his comm-badge dug in a little. He rubbed his eyes, and was reaching for a swig of now-cold coffee when he felt an almost imperceptible shudder. He smiled and straightened in his seat.

It was the kind of shudder you only got when around three million tonnes of starship sprung into warp speed, and the superstructure stretched as it was pulled back by a dampening field of almost equal magnitude. Dimitri knew he couldn't feel it, but imagined the sensation of every atom in his body briefly resettle a few angstroms further apart. On the far side of the lab, a console began to chatter as readings from the navigational deflector were returned.

He smiled. It was time to get to work. He tapped at his breast with a finger.

Science, Bridge. Is anyone on the console up there?

Dimitri stifled a yawn, but stretched, his neck clicking a little as he stood.

[Zero Alpha]

[Sickbay]

Since the run in with the ship's chief medical officer and then the first officer, Zero had returned to and concentrated almost exclusively on her research, both the genetics research she did as part of her job in Starfleet, and the research she was conducting into replacing Jiseth's cybernetic limbs with something more elegant and befitting the Romulan.  Anger and confusion still reigned in her mind over the whole incident, but she was attempting to put it behind her.  In any case, they had a new Chief Medical Officer now that Lieutenant Vaughan had been assigned elsewhere.

Unfortunately for her, since the mission the Discovery was currently embarking on required the emergency services of the medical department, she had been pulled from her research in order to help prepare sickbay for triage and to receive casualties.

Spotting a Deltan medic she was unfamiliar with, she raised one pale eyebrow, but ultimately ignored her.  She wasn't interested in getting to know her colleagues here. 

[Kirok]

[Sickbay]

Since the run in with the ship's chief medical officer and then the first officer, Zero had returned to and concentrated almost exclusively on her research, both the genetics research she did as part of her job in Starfleet, and the research she was conducting into replacing Jiseth's cybernetic limbs with something more elegant and befitting the Romulan.  Anger and confusion still reigned in her mind over the whole incident, but she was attempting to put it behind her.  In any case, they had a new Chief Medical Officer now that Lieutenant Vaughan had been assigned elsewhere.

Unfortunately for her, since the mission the Discovery was currently embarking on required the emergency services of the medical department, she had been pulled from her research in order to help prepare sickbay for triage and to receive casualties.

Spotting a Deltan medic she was unfamiliar with, she raised one pale eyebrow, but ultimately ignored her.  She wasn't interested in getting to know her colleagues here.

[Sickbay]

Zex had finally finished checking in with the CMO.  Dr. Zollin seemed pleasant enough.  At least Zollin was a living, breathing, and talking person instead of a nonverbal EMH Observer like the one she had been placed under at the Star base.

Like most everyone else in Sickbay, the Deltan had been assigned to helping set up Sickbay for triage and an increase in casualties.  It was a step up from her previous job as a coroner.  At least her new category of patients had the potential to talk!

"Hi" Zex said to the woman who had noticed her.  "I'm Zex.  I guess we will be working together for awhile" the Deltan said and then offered the woman a polite smile.

[Zero Alpha]

Like most everyone else in Sickbay, the Deltan had been assigned to helping set up Sickbay for triage and an increase in casualties.  It was a step up from her previous job as a coroner.  At least her new category of patients had the potential to talk!

"Hi" Zex said to the woman who had noticed her.  "I'm Zex.  I guess we will be working together for awhile" the Deltan said and then offered the woman a polite smile.

[Sickbay]

The expression on the pale face as Zero looked up at the Deltan again was one of dispassionate indifference.  Although they were more of a medical curiosity to her rather than the straight blandness of humans, she still didn't consider Deltans to be on the same level as she was.  Unfortuately, it seemed that the Deltan was attempting to engage her in idle conversation.  That was one area of expertise Zero was willing to cede to her.

"My name is Zero Alpha," she replied stiffly as she placed a tricorder on one of the equipment trays she was preparing.  "Due to the observation that we are both preparing the medical bay while wearing blue uniforms, I would also conclude that we will be working together."

[Kirok]

[Sickbay]

The expression on the pale face as Zero looked up at the Deltan again was one of dispassionate indifference.  Although they were more of a medical curiosity to her rather than the straight blandness of humans, she still didn't consider Deltans to be on the same level as she was.  Unfortuately, it seemed that the Deltan was attempting to engage her in idle conversation.  That was one area of expertise Zero was willing to cede to her.

"My name is Zero Alpha," she replied stiffly as she placed a tricorder on one of the equipment trays she was preparing.  "Due to the observation that we are both preparing the medical bay while wearing blue uniforms, I would also conclude that we will be working together."

[Sickbay]

Zex's looked down at her uniform and and then back up to Zero.  Blue did make her eyes pop.  In fact, tt was one of the reasons she had chosen Medical over the other departments.

"Oh, your Jiseth's partner.  I can see why she like you so much.  Your beautiful" she replied looking over the equipment beside the biobed.

"How is Callion?" the Delan asked curiously.  She was genuinely interested in knowing.  "I would love to meet her sometime" she added.

[Zero Alpha]

[Sickbay]

Zex's looked down at her uniform and and then back up to Zero.  Blue did make her eyes pop.  In fact, tt was one of the reasons she had chosen Medical over the other departments.

"Oh, your Jiseth's partner.  I can see why she like you so much.  Your beautiful" she replied looking over the equipment beside the biobed.

"How is Callion?" the Delan asked curiously.  She was genuinely interested in knowing.  "I would love to meet her sometime" she added.

[Sickbay]

"You are accurate in your assumptions.  I am Jiseth's chosen mate," Zero replied, checking over the contents of a trauma kit and swapping out one of the charge packs on a dermal regenerator for a fresh one.  No point in having a half-dead regenerator in a kit about to go in to triage.  The mention of Callion earned the Deltan a glare.  Being hyper-protective of her daughter, she was immediately suspicious of anyone who wanted to meet her.  "Callion is well.  She has begun her classes with the other children on board the ship."

[Safefta Pardek]

[Bridge]

Safefta surveyed the bridge in front of her while a routine maintenance scan ran on her console. All was running as it should, which meant very little. If their previous incidents were any indication, all hell could break loose while one was filing paperwork on a very normal day. A murder, on the Discovery. Pardek still hadn't figured out whether the convoluted plot to expose the guilty party had changed anyone's opinions on the effectiveness of the tactical and security departments.

A lost sense of safety brought about by regular security theatre could be problematic. She intended to keep an eye on the situation and the attitude of the crew. Unfortunately, a new issue had decided to land on their collective plates. Evidently, someone couldn't contain a simple observation properly, and now there was some civilization that had been contaminated with Federation influence.

A file was pulled up on the side screen of her station to read through all known information about the species they were facing. Anything that could help the crew blend in while extracting the equipment would be beneficial. No need to arouse any more suspicion than had apparently already been raised.

Perhaps starfleet should re-visit its security protocols before it attempts another 'observation' on any underdeveloped systems in the future.

[Alexander Wu]

OOC: Mission synopsis

A pre-warp civilization has been contaminated by an observation mission gone wrong. Starfleet was observing the peoples of Calabar. The Calabarians have attained a level of technology akin to  Victorian era earth. After the initial mission was revealed, the planet is awash in rumors, hearsay, and unrest. The crew of the mission ship must deal with destroying the evidence across a bustling alien city while taking care not to reveal themselves.

Submitted by: Luke Stafford

Captain's Log:

We're headed back out. The Discovery wasn't at the Starbase for very long. Just a few days, in fact. Long enough for some crew changes and to restock our supplies. Now we're getting ready to take off again. This time, we're headed for a planet called Calabar. It's not a very well-known planet. Or at least, it wasn't a very well-known planet until recently. It has become quite the topic as of late. Apparently, about two years ago, Starfleet had sent an Observation team to the planet to observe the Calabarians. They were nowhere near being ready to join us, so First Contact wasn't even in the plans. At the time, they were best compared to the Victorian era of Earth. They are a very peaceful and prosperous culture. The only issue now is, they have sort of discovered our OT. There have been rumors of "Ghosts" living in the structure across from what they call the Commorancy of High Council. People disappearing into walls. Walls that shimmer. Some of the Calabarians are starting to talk of beings from other planets. Fights are breaking out between neighbors and friends that are accusing each other of "Not belonging there". Our mission is to get in there and retrieve the OT and any and all technology without being discovered ourselves.

"Helm. Set course for Calabar. Warp five. Engage when ready." Kyle ordered.

At this speed, they would arrive in just under three days. He hoped this would give him some time to welcome the new crew members and spend some time with the older ones. The last mission had taken a toll on most of them and even though he had hoped for a longer down time, he knew that the crew of the Discovery were like him. They'd rather be out there doing something.

[Tactical Information Centre]

Standing quietly infront of a large tabletop monitor, Alex considered the information and 3D rendering of Calabar's capital city with a troubled expresson. It felt strange to be planning a recovery mission without Eli, he had gotten used to trading ideas with his long-time ship-mate. Since the last transmission and databurst from the Federation observation team, Alex had pieced together a rough concept of what their priorities. The first would obviously be to make their way to the surface, find out how much damage had been done, and whether or not they'd be able to fix it. The second would be a task for the Captain; convincing the reputably stubborn observation team leader to evacuate and removing any technology that didn't belong on Calabar. A large undertaking, and a new challenge for this crew.

The first hurdle would be simply getting to the observation post. Despite their best effort in setting up hidden positions, their beam-in site was still several hundred metres from the cloaked post down the street. The observer's report mentioned that it might already be watched. Whomever they sent down would have to be disguised and ready to answer any questions from curious locals. Medical's going to be busy the next few days, Alex considered, transferring the OT's findings on Calabarian physiology to a PADD. Why do I get the feeling Briggs will want to lead this shindig himself?

[Kirok]

[Sickbay]

"You are accurate in your assumptions.  I am Jiseth's chosen mate," Zero replied, checking over the contents of a trauma kit and swapping out one of the charge packs on a dermal regenerator for a fresh one.  No point in having a half-dead regenerator in a kit about to go in to triage.  The mention of Callion earned the Deltan a glare.  Being hyper-protective of her daughter, she was immediately suspicious of anyone who wanted to meet her.  "Callion is well.  She has begun her classes with the other children on board the ship."

[Sickbay]

Zex followed Zero's lead and checked over the contents of the trauma kit at the bio bed she was currently at.  Hypo-spay, check, dermal regenerator, check, medical tri-corder, check.

Even without the glare, Zex could sense the sudden shift in Zero's persona.  "I'm sorry.  I did not mean to offend or overstep.  I was simply trying to be friendly" she said.

"I don't have very many friends yet.  And I have to try harder with women" the Deltan explained.  She bit her lip, hoping Zero would not be angry with her.

[Tekin Nevir]

[Primary Labs, Deck 4]

Tucked away in the saucer section, a scientist sat slumped at his console. His uniform was a little ruffled, and could probably do with re-replicating. Dimitri brushed some imaginary dust out of a fold in the fabric of his blouse, where his comm-badge dug in a little. He rubbed his eyes, and was reaching for a swig of now-cold coffee when he felt an almost imperceptible shudder. He smiled and straightened in his seat.

It was the kind of shudder you only got when around three million tonnes of starship sprung into warp speed, and the superstructure stretched as it was pulled back by a dampening field of almost equal magnitude. Dimitri knew he couldn't feel it, but imagined the sensation of every atom in his body briefly resettle a few angstroms further apart. On the far side of the lab, a console began to chatter as readings from the navigational deflector were returned.

He smiled. It was time to get to work. He tapped at his breast with a finger.

Science, Bridge. Is anyone on the console up there?

Dimitri stifled a yawn, but stretched, his neck clicking a little as he stood.

[Bridge]

Nevir was feeling much better than he was on the last mission... things were finally looking up.  Sufficiant doubt had been cast on his guilt thanks in part to the events of the last mission, as well as long awaited testimony for Hrafn, who was now ready to drop the divorce proceedings.  While there was discussion of leaving posts, especially to keep the family together, they both figured for now that they would keep on their current posts.  Nevir's primary concern was for Ruthie's recovery.

The Bajoran shook his head as the call came in, and glanced to the Captain.  "Must not know me..." he said, tapping his head.

"This is Lt. Commander Tekin.  I would advise that you assume I'm competent enough to have the bridge station staffed at all times.  What can I help you with?" he said, leaning back.

"Feels like things are getting back to normal."

[Kyle Briggs]

Kyle smiled as Tekin responded to the other Science Officer. The Discovery was currently at a stand still as they had received a message from Command that another last minute crew replacement was being done. A shuttle had brought out the new crew members and had just departed with the old ones. A few seconds later, the turbolift doors parted and they entered the Bridge.

"Welcome aboard the Discovery." Kyle said. "We'll have a small get together a little later for the new crew members but for now, Lieutenant Filitov. If you'll take the Helm and get us moving once again, please. And Ensign Cottle. Report to Sickbay and see Ensign Zex."

[Kachina Filitov]

Shuttlebay

Having got off the shuttle that had transported her from the Starbase she looked around her. She had never served on an Akira class before and despite the hurried nature of the transfer she was looking forward to this new chapter of her career. She shouldered her bag and along with the other Officer, headed straight for the turbolift, taking it straight to the Bridge.

Bridge

Katcha stepped out of the turbolift and looked around the Bridge. She could see a man with 4 pips in his collar sitting in the centre chair and assumed he was the Captain. She went immediately over to him. She was just about to report when he turned round and greeted them. She immediately responded.

"Aye Kepin." She replied. She went over to the helm and took her seat, putting her bag next to her. After a quick scan of the controls she re-engaged the Warp drive. "Ve are back on course for Calabar Keptin. Speed Varp five. Estimated time of journey 64.3 hours." She reported.