S12 - M8: A New Toy

[T'Ra Jones]

[Sickbay - NPC Evan Buehler]

"Well," Evan responded at length, tuning his tricorder to the right settings, "I noticed a shift in hormone levels after you returned from the planet. This in itself isn't unusual. Stress can affect these and potentially your cycle, as you said. But--" He paused, distracted by the chirp of his device as the results came in. Schwanger.

"But stress has no bearing on the presence of a certain hormone called human chorionic gonadotropin or HCG, which is only present in cases of... pregnancy." So it was not surprising to Evan that Steve now wished to snuggle on the lap of his human, having done the same to T'Ra when she was expecting. "Miss Jaeger," he told her, "you are with child."

[Alex Campbell]

[Deck 13 - Junior Officer Quarters - Alex Campbell]

Alex sat quietly near his bed, reading a novella and listening to some ancient Earth music. After the alien debacle some nice relaxation was good to find - the Discovery of course always needed some sort of repair, but Campbell finally had some free time.

=/\=Donovan to Campbell=/\=
Or at least that's what Alex thought. Upon hearing the Chief's voice, Alex quickly scrambled over to his Commbadge that was haphazardly placed on a table on the other side of the room.

=/\=This is Campbell, what do you need Chief? Alex said, exasperated that his free time was probably getting cut short.
=/\=Report to deck six, I need you to assist in repairing the replicators in the forward lounge. I trust you can handle it easily. Donovan out.
"Computer...pause music?" Alex said quizzically. He was having trouble understanding why out of all the people in Engineering he would get chosen with the honor to go fix a some stupid replicators. No matter - Alex wasn't about to argue with the Chief Engineer since he was so new to the ship.

[Deck 13 - Hallway]

After getting dressed, Alex strutted through the hallway with his toolkit as he angrily brushed by whoever happened to pass him.
"Deck 6" Alex demanded as he was entering the turbolift. The computer gave its usual flutter of beeps, and with a quick jolt the turbolift began speeding towards its destination.

[Deck 6 - Forward Lounge]

Alex bursted into the forward lounge and immediately noticed another engineer already working on one of the replicators on the wall. The engineer in question, a female human Petty Officer, seemed perplexed. Once Alex approached her he immediately to bombard her with questions...
...this moment never came. As soon as the gap between them closed the Petty Officer began firing off thoughts of her own.

"Ah! Ensign...Campbell I think isn't it? Good to finally see Chief sent someone to help me figure out whattheheck is going on because honestly I don't even know..." the Petty Officer spoke with the speed of an auctioneer, leaving almost no room for Alex to even get a word in. For heavens sake he didn't even know her name!
"...and of course then this guy he comes and complains about the friggen replicator I mean civilians amiright? Well that's what happened" Alex realized that he barely heard half of the story of what happened. It - probably - didn't matter and Alex certainly did not want to have to listen to her ramble again.

Alex finally had his chance to speak at least.
"Ah Petty Officer Ms..." Alex stared for a moment as he mind blanked. He honestly had no idea who sh-"Reade. Mattie Reade. I've been on the disco for ohhh about-" Alex cut her off but putting his hand up and giving an exhausted glare.
"Ms. Reade" Alex continued, "Can you actually tell me what the replicators are doing wrong?"

"Look for yourself" She said, and then asked the replicator to make some coffee. The replicator in question began showing its usual transporter signature before the blue tint of the cup suddenly fizzled out.
This is very strange Alex thought to himself. It seemed like the replicator just wasn't getting enough power, so it shut off in the middle of creating the dish. Pulling a tricorder out, Alex confirmed that the power to the replicator indeed seemed to be funky. He wondered if it affected anywhere else.

Tapping his comm badge, Alex quickly got to work to figure out the issue at hand.
=/\=Campbell to Bridge, are you reading any power fluctuations on Deck 6? We're having some issues with the replicators and I'd like to know if it's localized or if it's bigger than that=/\=

[Inzjana]

LOUNGE

Inzjana had just finished the last bit of her pizza leaving the crust, as the civilian they had rescued on the alien world came over. Confusing to Inzjana he asked to sit, but used a derogatory term to do so. No matter, Inzjana thought, it made difference...

"As you wish," she stated with quiet stoicism as she then took a sip of her coke and placed her Smart-Glass on the table. "Will you be staying aboard the Discovery Mr...?" Waiting for him to introduce himself. "I am Inzjana, science officer," she added.

The civilian pilot was obviously about to speak, when the chief science officer, Johan Spielberg, came in to the lounge. She had not seen her wayward superior since they were called in to the commander's office many moons ago. Interestingly he wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform either and Inzjana felt a feeling of uneasiness as he seen her sitting with Don and approached with intent, pulling a Type 2 Phaser out of his pocket and aimed it point blank at Inzjana's chest.

"ROMULAN SPY!" He yelled out for the whole lounge to hear and depressed the trigger. He then took off out of the lounge to parts of the ship unknown.

It was a fact that Inzjana was half Romulan and as far as she knew, was no secret, so logically, she would not be much of a spy. Although ironically Inzjana was a member of Starfleet Intelligence under the banner of the Daystrom Institute Advanced Technology Division, but logically again, that would make her a Starfleet spy and not a Romulan one as Johan suggested.

Inzjana's cat-like reflexes kicked in as the Phaser emitted a burst of searing particles, hitting her directly in her left shoulder, causing her body to jolt from the beam impact. Shock and pain, rippled through her body and showed on her normally stoic face. Suddenly her young age was noticeable as consciousness left her body and she slumped on the floor...

[Don Damien Addams]

LOUNGE

Inzjana had just finished the last bit of her pizza leaving the crust, as the civilian they had rescued on the alien world came over. Confusing to Inzjana he asked to sit, but used a derogatory term to do so. No matter, Inzjana thought, it made difference...

"As you wish," she stated with quiet stoicism as she then took a sip of her coke and placed her Smart-Glass on the table. "Will you be staying aboard the Discovery Mr...?"

Waiting for him to introduce himself. "I am Inzjana, science officer," she added.

Don took the seat across from her. Placing his cup down as Steve came about on the other free chair. Strange. When do Vulcans eat pizza and bubbly drinks. So he ask, but—-

The civilian pilot was obviously about to speak, when the chief science officer, Johan Spielberg, came in to the lounge. She had not seen her wayward superior since they were called in to the commander's office many moons ago. Interestingly he wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform either and Inzjana felt a feeling of uneasiness as he seen her sitting with Don and approached with intent, pulling a Type 2 Phaser out of his pocket and aimed it point blank at Inzjana's chest.

"ROMULAN SPY!" He yelled out for the whole lounge to hear and depressed the trigger. He then took off out of the lounge to parts of the ship unknown.

Don quickly reached for his sidearm. However he had not the chance to recover it back because the aliens had taken it away. Plus, Starfleet would not allow him to carry it around on the ship.

It was a fact that Inzjana was half Romulan and as far as she knew, was no secret, so logically, she would not be much of a spy. Although ironically Inzjana was a member of Starfleet Intelligence under the banner of the Daystrom Institute Advanced Technology Division, but logically again, that would make her a Starfleet spy and not a Romulan one as Johan suggested.

Inzjana's cat-like reflexes kicked in as the Phaser emitted a burst of searing particles, hitting her directly in her left shoulder, causing her body to jolt from the beam impact. Shock and pain, rippled through her body and showed on her normally stoic face. Suddenly her young age was noticeable as consciousness left her body and she slumped on the floor...

Don was thrown back by the other Starfleet who shot the female and he ran away. DD was not sure he wanted to cheer for the man shooting the Romulan spy. The hell they deserve that! That was how he lost his mother to the Romulans.

It was not his place. However, he was not exact sure what to do.

Steve, on the other hand leaped out of his chair. It tried to chase down the shooter, but it was not fast enough. The dinosaur hissed. It's lizard head spun around to see the fallen officer. He cried out loud, leaped over to her side.

Being a ex-Starfleet officer, he had no choice to react. He gonna regret to do this, but he could see Steve was caring for the Romulan spy. Reaally? This was one adveventure after another. He kneeled down beside her. He tapped her combadge.

  Don the civiliana to Sick bay he spoked  There is an emergency in the Crew Lobby. Emergency as NOW! Get your butts down here NOW! This was making feel he was back in that damn uniform.

Then he tapped the combadge once again.  Don to Bridge, Calling on behalf of Inzjana. She has been shot by a civilian. It seems you got a Romulan spy. Sick bay was notified. Standing by for orders=/\=

He cringed. That was pulling him my back to his days in Starfleet. He prayed they would not take notice of that. He was supposed to act like a hot head civilian, not that past hot head Starfleet officer.

[Alexander Wu]

[Bridge]

EQ stood at the Sec/Tac station.  It has been awhile since he had been on active duty.  But it felt nice to be back in the swing of things.

He has worked quietly.  Tapping buttons and monitoring the board.   "All systems at normal level, Sir" he finally called out.

[Bridge]

"Thank you, Mr.Kimball." Alex replied, turning in his seat to give the reintegrated borg a nod. It had taken several months, but the crewman had grown on him over time. The bridge had seemed oddly incomplete when EQ had been reassigned temporarily. "If you wouldn't mind taking the Ops station, I'd like Jensen to get a little more time on Tactical."

=/\=Campbell to Bridge, are you reading any power fluctuations on Deck 6? We're having some issues with the replicators and I'd like to know if it's localized or if it's bigger than that=/\=

With a hint of amusement, Alex reckoned the peace and quiet had been too good to last. While technologically advanced, Discovery was a high maintenance machine, with three separate warp cores and an overly complex power distribution system. Engineering never seemed to find a lack of things to fix. "Campbell, this is Wu, stand by." He turned again to Kimball, rising to his feet. "EQ, can you assist Ensign Campbell with tracking down his problem? I'd recommend checking the power relay node on Deck 6, section D-4. I know it was acting up last month too."

Taking a step towards the ship's overview display which covered the rear bridge bulkhead, he paused as a shrill alarm suddenly blared out, followed by a startled 'Oh!' from Jensen. "Report!" Alex snapped, his eyes fixed upon the young crewman. To her credit, she recovered from her surprise quickly."Unauthorized weapons discharge, crew lounge!"

"Security to the crew lounge." Alex ordered, pursing his lips. Accidental discharges happened, though rarely, and usually not in places of relaxation. They'd have to confiscate the weapon, detain the offender, do an investigation...in other words alot of time and paperwork. Someone's head was going to roll-

Don to Bridge, Calling on behalf of Inzjana. She has been shot by a civilian. It seems you got a Romulan spy. Sick bay was notified. Standing by for orders=/\=

Don Addams, that civilian pilot they had pulled off that planet? Alex wasn't especially keen on the man, seeing as how he had also held the away team at phaserpoint, but they still had an obligation to return him to safe territory. Unfortunately, he was now in the thick of a developing mess, and his message only made matters more confusing. A civilian? We don't have that many onboard, they should be relatively easy to track. "Kimball, use internal sensors to locate the commbadges of all civilians onboard and advise which are closest to the Lounge." He hesitated for a split second, wondering about the 'Romulan spy' part of Don's message. Better play it safe than sorry. "And go to yellow alert."

"Sickbay, this the Bridge, medical emergency, Crew Lounge. Internal sensors indicate phaser fire, initial bystander reports casualty is Lieutenant Inzjana. Addams, this is the Bridge, standby in your present location and wait for security. Do not engage the assailant yourself. Once they arrive, provide them with a description of the shooter. Wu to Captain Jones and Commander Tekin, be advised, active shooter in the Crew Lounge, casualties reported. Security and medical have been informed, no confirmed description of the assailant yet."

[Tekin Nevir]

[Bridge]

"Thank you, Mr.Kimball." Alex replied, turning in his seat to give the reintegrated borg a nod. It had taken several months, but the crewman had grown on him over time. The bridge had seemed oddly incomplete when EQ had been reassigned temporarily. "If you wouldn't mind taking the Ops station, I'd like Jensen to get a little more time on Tactical."

With a hint of amusement, Alex reckoned the peace and quiet had been too good to last. While technologically advanced, Discovery was a high maintenance machine, with three separate warp cores and an overly complex power distribution system. Engineering never seemed to find a lack of things to fix. "Campbell, this is Wu, stand by." He turned again to Kimball, rising to his feet. "EQ, can you assist Ensign Campbell with tracking down his problem? I'd recommend checking the power relay node on Deck 6, section D-4. I know it was acting up last month too."

Taking a step towards the ship's overview display which covered the rear bridge bulkhead, he paused as a shrill alarm suddenly blared out, followed by a startled 'Oh!' from Jensen. "Report!" Alex snapped, his eyes fixed upon the young crewman. To her credit, she recovered from her surprise quickly."Unauthorized weapons discharge, crew lounge!"

"Security to the crew lounge." Alex ordered, pursing his lips. Accidental discharges happened, though rarely, and usually not in places of relaxation. They'd have to confiscate the weapon, detain the offender, do an investigation...in other words alot of time and paperwork. Someone's head was going to roll-

Don Addams, that civilian pilot they had pulled off that planet? Alex wasn't especially keen on the man, seeing as how he had also held the away team at phaserpoint, but they still had an obligation to return him to safe territory. Unfortunately, he was now in the thick of a developing mess, and his message only made matters more confusing. A civilian? We don't have that many onboard, they should be relatively easy to track. "Kimball, use internal sensors to locate the commbadges of all civilians onboard and advise which are closest to the Lounge." He hesitated for a split second, wondering about the 'Romulan spy' part of Don's message. Better play it safe than sorry. "And go to yellow alert."

"Sickbay, this the Bridge, medical emergency, Crew Lounge. Internal sensors indicate phaser fire, initial bystander reports casualty is Lieutenant Inzjana. Addams, this is the Bridge, standby in your present location and wait for security. Do not engage the assailant yourself. Once they arrive, provide them with a description of the shooter. Wu to Captain Jones and Commander Tekin, be advised, active shooter in the Crew Lounge, casualties reported. Security and medical have been informed, no confirmed description of the assailant yet."

[Personal Quarters]

Nevir was tapping on his computer table, looking over the crew report and rosters.  One thing that was the bane of the First Officer of a ship; crew evaluations.  He hadn't made the time to talk to the Science Department... though the fact that Inzjana not only didn't file a complaint, but also made a general reference to their... kiss... made him more comfortable.  Awkward workplace issues were worst when that was your entire job.

How ironic that he was looking at the files for the Science team when Nevir received an alert of weapons fire.. just before Wu contacted him.

Nevir stood up, grabbing a phaser to put on his belt.    "This is Tekin, I'm on my way."

[Outside of the crew lounge, port corridor, Deck 11]

The phaser was loosely held in his hand while the first officer walked the corridor towards the aft lounge.  There was a solemn look on his face as he walked, flanked by two of the security officers.  He was not going to let this pass on his ship.

"Computer, lockdown Deck 11 from Sections 23 forward.  Authorization to Security alert, Command and Chief Security only." he said, locking the doors from the forward point of the deck to the aft lounge entrance, leaving that open, and disabling lifts and transport signals from the deck.

As he turned the final bend towards the quickest route to the lounge, the Prophets smiled at him.. or punished him, depending on a certain point of view.  His chief Science Officer, dressed out of uniform, running down the corridor in a rush.  There were no many red flags with this situation, Nevir was forced to concede the point. 

Dropping the phaser, Nevir curled his fist and decked the former Chief in the face, flipping him back and to the ground.  Johan was stunned, but seeing who got him, he reached to use his phaser again... either to shoot his Commander, or shoot himself.  But he wouldn't get the chance, as Nevir grabbed his fist and squeezed, forcing his phaser to the deckplate.

"Of all the people.  Lieutenant Spielenburg, you are hereby relieved of duty.  Take him to the Brig." he said, waitin for the security officers to grab him before Nevir stood up.

"Tekin to the Bridge.  I caught our cuplrit.  The Chief Science Officer.  I'm on my way to the lounge now.  Who was the victim?"  he asked, though he didn't need the answer.  He rounded into the lounge and it told him all.  Nevir's fist clenched, and he suddenly wished there weren't any pins on his neck.

".... what happened?!" he growled, a bit upset.

[Ardyn Jaeger]

[Sickbay - NPC Evan Buehler]

"Well," Evan responded at length, tuning his tricorder to the right settings, "I noticed a shift in hormone levels after you returned from the planet. This in itself isn't unusual. Stress can affect these and potentially your cycle, as you said. But--" He paused, distracted by the chirp of his device as the results came in. Schwanger.

"But stress has no bearing on the presence of a certain hormone called human chorionic gonadotropin or HCG, which is only present in cases of... pregnancy." So it was not surprising to Evan that Steve now wished to snuggle on the lap of his human, having done the same to T'Ra when she was expecting. "Miss Jaeger," he told her, "you are with child."

[Medbay]

For a perpetual moment, Ardyn forgot how to breathe as the diagnosis hit her like a sucker punch, or perhaps more like a train. "Wait... I'm  WHAT?!

[Kirok]

[Bridge]

"Thank you, Mr.Kimball." Alex replied, turning in his seat to give the reintegrated borg a nod. It had taken several months, but the crewman had grown on him over time. The bridge had seemed oddly incomplete when EQ had been reassigned temporarily. "If you wouldn't mind taking the Ops station, I'd like Jensen to get a little more time on Tactical."

With a hint of amusement, Alex reckoned the peace and quiet had been too good to last. While technologically advanced, Discovery was a high maintenance machine, with three separate warp cores and an overly complex power distribution system. Engineering never seemed to find a lack of things to fix. "Campbell, this is Wu, stand by." He turned again to Kimball, rising to his feet. "EQ, can you assist Ensign Campbell with tracking down his problem? I'd recommend checking the power relay node on Deck 6, section D-4. I know it was acting up last month too."

Taking a step towards the ship's overview display which covered the rear bridge bulkhead, he paused as a shrill alarm suddenly blared out, followed by a startled 'Oh!' from Jensen. "Report!" Alex snapped, his eyes fixed upon the young crewman. To her credit, she recovered from her surprise quickly."Unauthorized weapons discharge, crew lounge!"

"Security to the crew lounge." Alex ordered, pursing his lips. Accidental discharges happened, though rarely, and usually not in places of relaxation. They'd have to confiscate the weapon, detain the offender, do an investigation...in other words alot of time and paperwork. Someone's head was going to roll-

Don Addams, that civilian pilot they had pulled off that planet? Alex wasn't especially keen on the man, seeing as how he had also held the away team at phaserpoint, but they still had an obligation to return him to safe territory. Unfortunately, he was now in the thick of a developing mess, and his message only made matters more confusing. A civilian? We don't have that many onboard, they should be relatively easy to track. "Kimball, use internal sensors to locate the commbadges of all civilians onboard and advise which are closest to the Lounge." He hesitated for a split second, wondering about the 'Romulan spy' part of Don's message. Better play it safe than sorry. "And go to yellow alert."

"Sickbay, this the Bridge, medical emergency, Crew Lounge. Internal sensors indicate phaser fire, initial bystander reports casualty is Lieutenant Inzjana. Addams, this is the Bridge, standby in your present location and wait for security. Do not engage the assailant yourself. Once they arrive, provide them with a description of the shooter. Wu to Captain Jones and Commander Tekin, be advised, active shooter in the Crew Lounge, casualties reported. Security and medical have been informed, no confirmed description of the assailant yet."

[Bridge]



"Aye, Sir.  Not a problem" EQ replied.  He tapped a few buttons and logged out the Sec/Tac station.  Then he walked straight over to the Ops station.

Within a few seconds, he was logged into the new station.  "Running diagnostics now.  I should have a report ready in a few minutes, Sir" EQ said.

[T'Ra Jones]

[Bridge]

"Sickbay, this the Bridge, medical emergency, Crew Lounge. Internal sensors indicate phaser fire, initial bystander reports casualty is Lieutenant Inzjana. Addams, this is the Bridge, standby in your present location and wait for security. Do not engage the assailant yourself. Once they arrive, provide them with a description of the shooter. Wu to Captain Jones and Commander Tekin, be advised, active shooter in the Crew Lounge, casualties reported. Security and medical have been informed, no confirmed description of the assailant yet."

"Tekin to the Bridge.  I caught our culprit.  The Chief Science Officer.  I'm on my way to the lounge now.  Who was the victim?"  he asked, though he didn't need the answer.  He rounded into the lounge and it told him all.  Nevir's fist clenched, and he suddenly wished there weren't any pins on his neck.

[Medbay]

For a perpetual moment, Ardyn forgot how to breathe as the diagnosis hit her like a sucker punch, or perhaps more like a train. "Wait... I'm  WHAT?!

Don the civilian to Sick bay he spoked  There is an emergency in the Crew Lobby. Emergency as NOW! Get your butts down here NOW! This was making feel he was back in that damn uniform.

[Ardyn Jaeger]

[Don Damien Addams]

-/\-Sickbay to Mr. Civilian,-/\- Evan said, tapping his commbadge and hoping it worked. Something about the man's tone rubbed him the wrong way, but now was not the time to worry about that. -/\-Someone is heading over right now.-/\- Evan wasn't sure he wanted to trust the medical transporters right now.

The civilian tapped the combadge on the Half Romulan and Half Vulcan.      Okay. You should hurry. She took a full blast. 

The help did come. He stood up and allow them to do their work. It was out of his hand. His stare was on the possible Romulan spy. It was not his call. But he be damned if she was one. Let Starfleet deal with it. Bitting his lower lip, he caught the repair people on the replicator. It was he who called the complaint about it.

[Deck 6 - Forward Lounge]

"...and of course then this guy he comes and complains about the friggen replicator I mean civilians amiright? Well that's what happened" Alex realized that he barely heard half of the story of what happened. It - probably - didn't matter and Alex certainly did not want to have to listen to her ramble again.

Alex finally had his chance to speak at least.

"Ah Petty Officer Ms..." Alex stared for a moment as he mind blanked. He honestly had no idea who sh-"Reade. Mattie Reade. I've been on the disco for ohhh about-" Alex cut her off but putting his hand up and giving an exhausted glare.

Sheesh. He thought the two sounded like a funny skit. What had Starfleet been doing the past decade for recruiting?

"Ms. Reade" Alex continued, "Can you actually tell me what the replicators are doing wrong?"

"Look for yourself" She said, and then asked the replicator to make some coffee. The replicator in question began showing its usual transporter signature before the blue tint of the cup suddenly fizzled out.
This is very strange Alex thought to himself. It seemed like the replicator just wasn't getting enough power, so it shut off in the middle of creating the dish. Pulling a tricorder out, Alex confirmed that the power to the replicator indeed seemed to be funky. He wondered if it affected anywhere else.

Tapping his comm badge, Alex quickly got to work to figure out the issue at hand.

Campbell to Bridge, are you reading any power fluctuations on Deck 6? We're having some issues with the replicators and I'd like to know if it's localized or if it's bigger than that=/\=

He could not move away. He had be sure the fallen person was going to be cared for.

Steve was moved up next to Inzjana, laid its head and paw on her side. It was cooing soft sound to her.

DD turned his head to watch the dinosaur. It was very loving and caring. It was very sweet to see. That hologram seemed to be a mystic power in a way. It was fascinating to the civilian.

Then.

The doors of the lounge swooshed opened.

He rounded into the lounge and it told him all.  Nevir's fist clenched, and he suddenly wished there weren't any pins on his neck.

[Tekin Nevir]

[Lounge - Deck 6]

Nevir was struggling... and though it could appear he was struggling with emotions for Inzjana, the truth to him was a sense of betrayal.  Johan didn't just cross the line... he threw away everything he stood for with this one act.

"No... that was not a civilian.  That used to be her Department head.  And she isn't a spy... just a hundred times the officer her assailant could have ever been."

This couldn't have been premeditated... or at least not planned very thoroughly.  Knowing exactly who it was, and what  happened, he was confident about the situation.

"Computer.  Voice print authorization.  Stand down yellow alert, release security locks." he said, as the yellow lights faded.  Before he could say anything else, the door opened again, this time letting the medical team through.  Inzjana was badly hurt... but it was recoverable.

"Mr. Addams, perhaps it would be best to return to your quarters.  We can handle this.  I'll... probably call for you later." he said, turning and starting to leave.  Lt. Gustov was right there, holding the weapon used and showing the Commander.  Nevir's eyes went wide as he took the phaser in his hand. 

"Prophets... he could have... how did she..?" he said, swinging his head around at looking at the fallen science officer.  The Prophets were looking after here... that was clear.  With a final look, the First Officer turned and left the lounge with weapon in hand.

  "Captain, Wu... we need to talk.  I'm headed for the Observation room now."  he said, not really giving them a chance to answer.  Sure, he kinda gave his superior officer an order... but matters of personnel did give him some leeway... and he had to tell them what he discovered.  What Johan tried to do.

It took no time for him to reach the bridge, and enter the room.  He stood for a moment, placing the phaser on the table.  Now to wait for the other two.

[Alexander Wu]

"Tekin to the Bridge.  I caught our cuplrit.  The Chief Science Officer.  I'm on my way to the lounge now.  Who was the victim?" 

Within a few seconds, he was logged into the new station.  "Running diagnostics now.  I should have a report ready in a few minutes, Sir" EQ said.

[Bridge]

Spielenberg? "Merde." Alex swore quietly, turning quickly back to the viewscreen to hide the shocked expression on his face from the rest of the bridge crew. What the hell was he thinking? Tabernac, that idiot! "Early report said it was Lieutenant Inzjana." He replied to Tekin's question belatedly as he heard the bridge door slide open behind him.

"Kimball's running a ship's diagnostic now, Captain." Alex regained his composure, turning back around to face T'ra. "We had a report a few minutes ago that the lounge replicators were malfunctioning as well, Engineering sent a team to repair it, but with what just happened in there, I don't know how much progress they've made." He peered around the skipper to the turbolift behind her, frowning at the stuck doors. "Though I think the lifts are a slightly higher priority than the replicators."

"Captain, Wu... we need to talk.  I'm headed for the Observation room now." 

"Acknowledged." Alex frowned. "I guess we're taking the Jeffries tubes?"

[T'Lulu May Soong]

Don the civiliana to Sick bay he spoked  There is an emergency in the Crew Lobby. Emergency as NOW! Get your butts down here NOW! This was making feel he was back in that damn uniform.

Then he tapped the combadge once again.  Don to Bridge, Calling on behalf of Inzjana. She has been shot by a civilian. It seems you got a Romulan spy. Sick bay was notified. Standing by for orders=/\=

[Lounge - Deck 6]

"Computer.  Voice print authorization.  Stand down yellow alert, release security locks." he said, as the yellow lights faded.  Before he could say anything else, the door opened again, this time letting the medical team through.  Inzjana was badly hurt... but it was recoverable.

T'Lulu spent her afternoon in the Sick Bay sifting through medical records to find patients who were due for a checkup after recent treatments, contacting the patients, and scheduling appointments accordingly.  T'Lulu's computer brain and mechanical body worked very efficiently through this sort of clerical work that had piled up a bit and needed to get done.

Through her commbadge, she heard the alert that there had been an incident involving a civilian shooter and victim.

Once learning the victim was Inzjana, her receptors flared with familiarity.  She recalled meeting Inzjana a while back during the polywater conundrum.  She remembered identifying her as a "fellow" Vulcan.

After coordinating with a medical team who were to retrieve the victim from the crime scene, T'Lulu set up an operating room for her.

[T'Ra Jones]

[Lounge - Deck 6]

"Captain, Wu... we need to talk.  I'm headed for the Observation room now."  he said, not really giving them a chance to answer.  Sure, he kinda gave his superior officer an order... but matters of personnel did give him some leeway... and he had to tell them what he discovered.  What Johan tried to do.

[Bridge]

"Acknowledged." Alex frowned. "I guess we're taking the Jeffries tubes?"

Gott im Himmel, she thought, please don't make me go in there. Anything but that