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Post by Sharon Wolf on Aug 20, 2009 19:56:17 GMT
Sharon heard the Captain and went through every frequency there was possible and there was nothing coming from the planet. She knew the Captain was not happy about the quiet, something was going on, but not sure what then her comm beeped an incoming.
"Captain, I have a incoming from the planet, audio only."Sharon said.
<K'nara>
Sharon tapped the comm and opened the channel. The signal was not really clear, she worked the comm until it cleared.
"Federation starship we are in need of assistance, we have...." The person on the other ends comm signal died.
Sharon tried like hell to get it back but no such luck, she slammed her hand down on the panel which did little to help plus made her hand hurt. She had to supress a curse.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Aug 22, 2009 9:13:10 GMT
K'Nara nodded at Horns suggestion and then once Sharon managed to raise a communication which annoyingly cut out straight away again so made the call.
"Right we are going down there. Sharon send coordinates for the government buildings that Mr Mercy has identified in his report on the culture. Then join myself and Mr Horn in transporter room 2. Mr Mercy, the bridge is yours." K'Nara ordered moving towards the turbolift.
"Keep us updated with the away teams progress,"
The doors swished open and both the Captain and the XO stepped in.
"I do not have a good feeling about this Peter," K'Nara informed him as she barked deck 3 at the computer.
<Horn>
Nodding she took his comments on board and the rest of the turbolift journey continued in silence.
Sharon joined them a minute later and K'Nara pretty much stated the obvious as they stepped on the transporter pads. "Be ready for anything. Energise."
They materialised infront of a large building which K'Nara recognised from the dossier Naois had put together for them as the main government hall. Suprisingly though no one was to be seen around. Horn flashed her his usual tipped vulcan eyebrow.
K'Nara growled inwardly. Yes she did not have a good feeling about this.
Tag < Planet delegation/ Horn/ Sharon/ Naois/ Away team>
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Post by Tak Science on Aug 31, 2009 18:57:33 GMT
Dacian looked on the Kzinti with a look of bewilderment for a second, before his voice caught up. "I was not aware you had requested a meeting with me," he said, "And if you did then it must have slipped my mind. I apologise if that is the case, but on the other hand, perhaps it's my mind's way of telling me I have better things to do.”
“Better things to do? Better than the job that you are assigned? I am not sure if you believe that this is supposed to be some sort of joke. However, it most certainly is not. I assure you that. This is the United Federation of Planets Starfleet. It is an honorable organization and, therefore, I am going to have to ask you to stand down from these absolutely ridiculous comments.”
Standing in the extra-vehicular activity uniform, of course, would probably have rendered some of these comments less than threatening. Therefore, he may have in fact looked a bit silly from his actions. However, he himself took these proceedings quite seriously. Dacian had insulted his honor, and for this, he was not going to simply stand around. Instead, although he had to work with the aforementioned Dacian, he was not going to have to like it.
Walking in carefully behind the other, he rose a brow as his arms started to stretch out, “Are you sure that you are doing the right thing? I know your record with warp facilities is less than stellar…no pun intended. Therefore, I would not want to have to scrape you off the walls. Granted, that would certainly be a pleasing action. However, I am not going to want to have to do it.”
Pressing his ears against his now enclosed head, his eyes once more narrowed. “Of course, that is only because I do not wish to put up with the paperwork involved.”
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 4, 2009 19:47:22 GMT
Her second term as Elected One was not going as planned. The tension had been building for years beginning well before her political career, but this had escalated dramatically since her reelection. Now following the disintegration of talks and the open attack from the Traditionalist party, the seven leaders were holed up in their Parliamentary building, surrounded by their loyal guards. Their systems had been sabotaged, so they were entirely isolated from the outside world. Pacing the floor and hating being so helpless, Miyel sighed heavily. “Have communications been restored?” she questioned the two officers who were working on a nearby console.
“Not yet, Mistress,” one replied, clearly frustrated. “Many of these relays are fused, and we only have a limited supply of replacements. I believe that we will be able to temporarily repair it, but we have to move deliberately and use our resources very selectively.” Offering a slight smile, she added, “We are doing our best, Mistress.”
Expression softening slightly, Miyel felt bad for badgering them. “I know you are. I did not mean to imply I had so little confidence in you. This is a frustrating situation for all of us right now. I will attempt to allow you to complete your work. Thank you.”
Moving to sit down with the other six, their leader sighed again. Looking around the semi-circle they created, the Elected One felt grateful. They each represented the wide spectrum of opinions and beliefs that were scattered across their planet, yet they were standing together on a platform of mutual respect and determination to find a peaceful solution to their differences. Miyel admired each of them for that.
“And thank you for remaining united. It would easy for us to be bickering amongst ourselves much as those who have instigated or contributed to this conflict, but it gives our planet and people hope that the seven of us, in spite of our differences, remain committed to what is best for our planet and our people and are showing a united front. I am proud to be at the head of such a remarkable group of leaders.”
All nodded in acknowledgement, and she even received tight smiles from her two fellow moderates, but the other four remained somber. Elia was a Traditionalist as well, but in spite of these beliefs, she did not condone violence, neither did Quora, who was also fairly Traditionalistic. They looked the grimmest, perhaps guilty that those who shared their cause had done something so horrible, while Borelen and Lesiar appeared angry, being the two Reformists. However, they had refrained from accusing their fellow Mistresses and therefore their politics of collusion, which Miyel very much appreciated as a good show of restraint and continued diplomacy.
“Mistresses,” someone called, and Miyel looked up to see several guards entering the inner chamber, heading rapidly in their direction. “There is a group outside not following the implemented lockdown. They are wearing Federation uniforms,” the highest ranking officer reported. “They did not see us but are approaching the doors.”
A wave of relief washed over the Elected One, strange considering how closed to outsiders they usually were, but in this case, assistance was very much appreciated. “Approach them cautiously, not in a hostile manner, and escort them here,” Miyel ordered, rising from her chair. “Perhaps their presence can at least help us restore order among our people, and hopefully, they will be able to rescue the hostages.”
There were murmurings of agreement, although emotions were still running high. They all moved to their usual positions, more for comfort and instinct than actual necessity. There was no point in pretending they were in control of the situation, although the act was reassuring. She just hoped that she wouldn’t be dealing with males. Miyel still wasn’t comfortable working with them, and it generally made the Traditionalist members more adversarial and even more uncomfortable than she.
Nearly five minutes later, the security detail returned with four people in uniforms. Gratefully, three of them were female, and one in particular stood out as the clear leader, though she was clearly neither Human nor Betazoid. Miyel was grateful to be working with a woman, although her unusual appearance made her a little nervous.
“I am Mistress Miyel, the Elected One. Your presence here is most appreciated. We attempted to contact your vessel a short while ago, but our communications system was...damaged. We were unsure if anything even got through. I assume by your arrival that something did. As I attempted to state in that message, we do require assistance in dealing with this conflict. Our society is generally peaceful, and we find ourselves unprepared for something of this scale. Our security forces could use additional reinforcements, but our main concern is retrieving the hostages and returning them to you. Both sides of the resistance use series’ of caves scattered in many regions across this planet. They are complex and contain minerals which obscure your sensors, so I’m afraid diplomacy may very well be our only option. I believe representation from your Starship to both sides may aid the discussions.”
“Your people are being held by the Traditionalist radicals, who would be responsive only to a female, but the Reformist radicals may very well respond best to a male representative. While your security forces assist us on the ground, I would like to try and begin the negotiations as soon as possible with two representatives of your choosing...that is, if you are in agreement with this course of action,” Miyel added.
<Tag K’Nara>
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 7, 2009 19:51:51 GMT
K'Nara flinched ever so slightly as several people appeared from the building infront of them. Her immediate reaction was to reach for her phaser. Her hand on it, Peter Horn shook his head immediatley.
"Maam they are communicating telepathically. They are here peacefully," he said looking none to happy.
Lowering her arm, she put her full trust in her XO. After all telepathic communication was not something Klingons indulged in, nor something she had ever enjoyed in the past. As if to acknowledge her discomfort with that form of communication the leader addressed her in federation standard.
"Please let us take you to the Elected one."
K'Nara nodded and they were swiftly taken inside where there were several people. "Sharon," K'Nara hissed quietly. The closest to a whisper a Klingon could produce. "Take some scans. I want to know why we can not see them on our instruments."
<Sharon>
The elected one introduced herself as Mistress Miyel and spoke at length with her and asked their assistance.
K'Nara listened, shot Sharon a look when she mentioned ores disrupting sensor and then responded. "We currently have an away team stabilising a betaziod transport. It has been attacked. And you look as if you have gone through the mill as the humans say."
"I am more than happy to offer Federation assistance once the transport has been stabilised. Then we can offer the full capability of our engineering crew to help you here. But I need to know everything about this "conflict" before I am willing to give you any security detachments. I request that you accompany us back to the Dark Phoenix, where we can discuss this properly."
Tag <Horn/ Delegates/ Sharon>
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Post by Dacian Peractio on Sept 8, 2009 11:27:03 GMT
“Better things to do? Better than the job that you are assigned? I am not sure if you believe that this is supposed to be some sort of joke. However, it most certainly is not. I assure you that. This is the United Federation of Planets Starfleet. It is an honorable organization and, therefore, I am going to have to ask you to stand down from these absolutely ridiculous comments.”
"Ridiculous to you, hmm? Sorry if your pride is hurt, unfortunately for you I have little of it. Little trust in Starfleet as the exploratory arm of the Federation. Why do you think I'm wearing the green uniform?" he asked the Kzinti.
Slowly they both looked down at Dacian's attire, and the questionable validity of the marine's query revealed itself. Of course, the bulky white EVA suit covered up the marine's underlying garments.
"Now if we can continue with what we were doing..." Dacian trailed off, using it as an excuse to move away from the Kzinti and continue with his work.
Now he reached the upper level of the craft's engineering; he stepped off a service lift and walked along the gantry way, parallel with a long bank of control panels. In his periphery he could see the 'felinoid' and the engineer next to the core itself on the lower level. Something occurred to Dacian. Where were the ship's engineering crew? There couldn't be many of them anyway, he guessed, and as they weren't here, it was likely that they were either assisting with the refugees or elsewhere on the ship trying to prevent breaches and the like.
Dacian progressed along the gantry, taking the left which kept him in the boundaries of engineering. He waved two of his men on ahead, into some adjacent maintenance room. After heading down this side he eventually came back near to where he'd started. A partially collapsed bulkhead was blocking his path back to the service lift.
Satisfied for himself that all was fine, Dacian lowered his phaser rifle, clicking off the 'ready' power-switch. "All's definitely clear, Commander," he called down to D'BrooNi.
Next he tapped his commbadge, which was affixed on the breastplate of his EVA suit. "Castarelli, this is Peractio, report."
"Castarelli here.." Vincenzo's voice came, "We're with the second engineering group, checking out the secondary damage."
"Copy that, keep me posted." Dacian blinked as he closed the channel; there had been some sort of knocking sound present during the comm conversation, and it had annoyingly been interrupting his voice. It came again, from somewhere nearby, Dacian was sure. He turned around, his eyes fixing on an area of the wall that was behind him. Carefully, he rested his helmed head upon the wall and sure enough when the knock came again, he could feel the vibration of it along with its amplified sound.
Quickly he attempted to remove the wall panel, where he was sure it was coming from. It was a struggle, and when it did eventually come off it hit the gantry flooring with a terrible clanging sound, Dacian being unable to support the incredible weight of it that was suddenly his responsibility. It definitely made people look around, some probably wondering what on earth the marine was doing. Behind the panel though, in the storage space beyond, was the cowering shape of a male, and from the looks of him, thought Dacian, he was from Angel One.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 17, 2009 5:54:35 GMT
"We currently have an away team stabilizing a Betazoid transport,” the Federation leader replied. “It has been attacked, and you look as if you have gone through the mill as the humans say. I am more than happy to offer Federation assistance once the transport has been stabilized,” she added. “Then we can offer the full capability of our engineering crew to help you here. But I need to know everything about this "conflict" before I am willing to give you any security detachments. I request that you accompany us back to the Dark Phoenix, where we can discuss this properly."
The murmured protests of the rest of the Parliament were hard to ignore, and the security forces actually moved a few steps closer. Holding her hand up to silence the voices and hold back the guards, Miyel waited for quiet before she responded. “No Elected One or Mistress has ever left our planet. It is generally considered an unspoken rule to remain on Angel One no matter the circumstances,” she began, pausing slightly to give herself time to think. This would be a crucial decision that would define her term in office. Surely her opponents would use leaving the planet during a time of crisis against her, plus she would be going against long-standing tradition, but taking full advantage of the Federation’s offer of assistance would be beneficial to her people, and Miyel was curious to see a starship with such power. “However, this is an unusual situation, one we have never dealt with, and we will need help to restore peace to our world. Therefore…I accept your offer, Captain.”
The outburst from both political sides was vehement, but the Elected One held up her hand once more to silence them. “I have made up my mind. I realize this is a form of political suicide, but I must do whatever is necessary to ensure the situation is stabilized or we will be dealing with this problem for generations to come,” Miyel insisted firmly, glad to see everyone calming down. As unusual as the act was, it was not rash. “Elia, Borelen, I would like the two of you to accompany me to serve as representation of both your causes to the Federation and to the radicals should we make contact with them. Jero, I’ll leave you in charge here.” Turning to K’Nara, she added, “Before I go with you, I will need our communications system repaired here, so that we may remain in constant contact for the duration of my absence.”
<Tag K’Nara>
While one of their officers stepped aside with the security forces to have a look at the broken transmitter, Miyel provided a very brief background into the conflict, as requested. “This is a very old disagreement among our people, Captain. We have been a matriarchal society for as long as our history has been documented, but for as long as we have been this way, there has been discord, and small factions of dissenters who believed in equality have been recorded throughout our history. Only now have both sides been so equally strong, and that is the reason it is now at this level and gotten this far. We recently tired to determine a territory for each side, but as both parties are intermixed among the population, it would be impossible to relocate so many, and neither side was pleased with any suggested arrangement.”
Sighing heavily, Miyel looked directly at the Federation Captain. “We are desperate for a resolution here. I had hoped that bringing in the Betazoid delegation to tell us of their own history and their experience in diplomacy would help, but the radical Traditionalists viewed it as an attack, and therefore kidnapped some of the diplomats and physically attacked the conference and your transport I fear. In the nearly five-hundred years since our government’s foundation, we have seen no violence. It is most distressing to see our people come to this point, after all we accomplished.”
“Mistress, we have the communications array working, and they have promised to send down a replacement device should we lose communication with you,” one of the security forces informed her as she returned with one of the Federation officers.
Suddenly feeling a bit nervous, Miyel stood, followed reluctantly by Elia and Borelen. “Very well, I believe we are ready, Captain,” she stated far more calmly than she felt, wondering if this transporter device was actually as safe as they said it was...
<Tag K’Nara>
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 23, 2009 20:43:29 GMT
K'Nara listened to Miyel and briefly let her surprise show when she told her there had been no violence on their planet for nearly 500 years. It was so alien to her. In her culture, violence was the norm.
“Very well, I believe we are ready, Captain,”
K'Nara nodded. "We need to get outside again so our ships sensors can see us properly." The 3 party members followed her and their security team insisted on coming also. K'Nara could not fault that.
"I think it would be beneficial to get yourselves and the betazoid delegation together first before we approach this counter group if they are responsible for the attack on the betazoid transport."
All 3 aliens looked uncomfortable as they arrived at the spot they had originally beamed down. "Is this your first time being transported?" K'Nara asked.
Tag < Angel 1 delegation>
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 23, 2009 21:02:44 GMT
"All's definitely clear, Commander," he called down to D'BrooNi.
"Thank you Mr Peractio," Mel yelled back. Charlie smiled at her through their environmental suits.
"I've finished flushing out all the surrounding decks and all the rest of the teams reporting all the breaches are plugged up again."
"Good," Mel nodded as she reconnected power back to the lighting system effectively turning off the emergency lighting. Everyone winced as their eyes were assaulted with much brighter settings.
"We are nearly there people," Mel shouted over her shoulder. "We should be restoring a breathable atmosphere very soon, so bare with the suits a little longer." It would be so much easier for her to reconnect warp drive parts not wearing the bulky suit.
It seemed like an eternity to Mel, the thick gloves and helmet getting in her way alot, and she could sense the Feline Tak Science pacing frustratedly nearby but finally the computer and their equipment all monitored that the atmosphere was normal again.
"Here goes," Mel said unclasping her helmet. The cool air was refreshing. She breathed deeply as Charlie followed suit.
"Right you can take your suits off now," she called to the rest of the room.
Shrugging out of the bulky suit, Mel went over and joined the marine and Feline officer. "The warp drive needs some compounents replacing the fried ones but its stable now, as are the immediate decks surrounding us. The rest of my team are patching up all the other decks now but if you want to go to the bridge you will still need your suit for the moment."
Tag < Peractio and Tak Science>
Meanwhile in sickbay . . . .
"Nurse Horn," one of the other nurses called over after double checking all the vitals of the Trill Patient. Her eyes were starting to flicker.
"Nurse Horn, Lorena is waking up," she smiled at Harley who started to make her way over to join her.
Lorena groaned as her eyes started to focus.
"Its okay, you are in sickbay. Don't try to speak for the moment, we just need to run some scans."
Tag Harley
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Post by Ian Brooks on Sept 23, 2009 21:26:00 GMT
Ian caught the women who fainted quickly as Valeia rushed forward. Another security officer helped him get her to where the rest of the people the medics were treated was.
The doctor scanned her and came and asked him if he had heard anything from Mel. He shook his head and quickly checked in with her before returning back to the doc.
"Mel's stabilising Engineering and the surrounding decks at present. The marine officer reports that none of the engineering crew are around. We should find out if any of the people here are from that area. I'll make some enquiries. Mel doesn't want anyone transporting yet."
Valeia didn't look particulally happy at his report back but she returned to her patients knowing he would let her know as soon as they could move them.
A while later Ian had established that most of the engineering crew were in the shuttlebay with them. The attack had happened so fast that the main priority had been to be get everyone in one place and oxygen stable for as long as possible. The shuttlebay had been the only option.
With Mels direction, they all shed their environmental suits handing them to the engineering crew who were uninjured or not too badly hurt to coordinate with the Phoenix's crew. It should speed things up abit.
Finally after about an hour, Mel's voice reached him again. "Ian, you can walk freely through decks 5 - 17. All the breaches are plugged and powers fine now. Charlies going to meet you at the transporter room and start beaming the refuges to the phoenix."
"The doc will be happy," Ian replied back then spoke to the bridge briefly.
Walking back to the betazoid, she turned towards him. "We are all set to move these people. Naois has turned the phoenix's shuttlebay 3 and the holodec into areas where the refuges can rest at present. Boys," Ian yelled at his staff waving them over.
"Just tell us who you want moving first."
Tag <Valeia>
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 27, 2009 20:15:23 GMT
"Mel's stabilizing Engineering and the surrounding decks at present. The Marine officer reports that none of the engineering crew are around. We should find out if any of the people here are from that area. I'll make some enquiries,” Ian replied, briefly hesitating before finally adding, “Mel doesn't want anyone transporting yet."
Trying to keep a less than pleasant scowl off her face, Valeia bit her lip and nodded. No use complaining about something she or Ian couldn’t change. Everyone knew it was important to get the injured back to the Phoenix, and once it was safe, that’s exactly what they would do. Now her job was to keep them all alive until then. The three most critical patients required almost constant attention to keep them stabile, but the so far, they were hanging in there. The elderly man was still most serious, but the little girl wasn’t too far behind him. Her father was most stable of the three.
Her team and the uninjured delegates, now even the uninjured civilians, were all doing their best to help, and in spite of the delay, there was a spirit of cooperation that was helping to keep everything together. As much as Valeia would rather be in her sickbay, it was encouraging and rewarding to see them all come together like this. So, the doctor would attempt to appreciate the current situation and do what she could to keep everyone alive until they were finally allowed to return to the ship.
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"We need to get outside again,” the Federation Captain replied, adding, “so our ship’s sensors can see us properly.” The explanation was understandable, and so Miyel nodded and moved to follow the officers. Elia and Borelen were beginning to look nervous, and the Elected One was beginning to feel some nerves herself. Several of her own security stepped forward, insisting on coming as well, and at the quick nod from the alien woman, Miyel also nodded, grateful for their familiar presence.
"I think it would be beneficial to get yourselves and the Betazoid delegation together first before we approach this counter group, if they are responsible for the attack on the Betazoid transport," the Captain suggested as the group quietly made their way back outside to the front of the Parliament building. Squinting slightly against the light from the setting sun, Miyel hated how deserted the usually busy, vibrant city streets looked. It looked dead, and the sight sent horrid chills down her spine.
“I agree,” she responded, beginning to grow increasingly worried. The silence and the knowledge she was leaving her home in tiny pieces beginning to concern her.
"Is this your first time being transported?" the Captain asked, reading their anxiety.
“It is,” Miyel replied evenly, refusing to voice her own fear in front of the others. “We understand the basic principles behind it, but our scientists have yet to duplicate it. We will be the first of our people to actually experience transportation,” she added.
<Tag K’Nara>
She had to set a good example, and that meant showing no emotion, no matter how terrified or uncertain she may be feeling, and in this case, she was very terrified and even more uncertain. ‘This is perfectly safe...they do it everyday...’ Miyel reminded herself repeatedly as their starship was contacted and the transport was initiated.
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Time was working against them. Her two most critical patients were getting worse by the minute, and although the little girl’s father was showing some improvement, his daughter and the elderly man were growing increasingly unstable. The man had already crashed twice and the girl once. It was only a matter of time before one or both of their vitals dropped and didn’t come back. The comradery continued in the cargo bay, as everyone worked together to help those less seriously injured so that Valeia and her trained medical staff could focus on the three who needed them most.
Time was running out, but the good news was that even as time moved forward far too quickly for the injured, it was still moving forward for the engineering team who were working on stabilizing the ship enough for the transporters to be safe. It was also only a matter of time for them to be allowed to return to the Phoenix, and their time appeared to be almost here. Ian was on the comm for some time and looked fairly confident at what he was hearing. Hopefully, they would all be leaving soon.
As if to confirm the doctor’s theory, the Lieutenant began heading in her direction. "We are all set to move these people. Naois has turned the Phoenix's shuttlebay three and the holodeck into areas where the refuges can rest at present. Boys!” Ian called his security officers, waving them over. "Just tell us who you want moved first."
Quickly standing to join him, Valeia responded immediately. “These three need to get to the Phoenix as soon as possible. Their condition is very unstable, so security will need to be very careful with them, and they’ll need to be accompanied by most of the medical staff.” Gesturing for a doctor and nurse to join her, Valeia instructed them to remain with everyone else, while she and the rest of her team accompanied the three most critical patients to the transporter room. Once there, she and one of the nurses would return to the ship, while the rest worked on transporting the rest.
“Alright, we’re all ready to go,” Valeia informed Ian. “I’m going with the first group. I’ll need you to keep things moving here. The groups are organized according to severity of injury, with those by the anti-grav units needing to go first across to the last group near that back corner who need to go last. Those who are uninjured do not require a specific order, but we should probably beam the diplomats back first.”
<Tag Ian>
With the three patients on gurneys on the ground, a doctor and nurse on each one, and security officers ready to lift and carry them, Valeia felt confident they were as ready as they’d ever be to make the move. “Ok, move quickly but as smoothly as possible. If one of us says stop, that group stops, but the rest keep going to the transporter room. I’ll transport with the patients to the Phoenix, while the rest of you stay here to get everyone transported. These three are going to sickbay, but the minor injuries and uninjured will end up in cargobay three. Is everyone ready?”
Everyone nodded, in position and ready to execute this plan. Valeia just hoped that they wouldn’t lose anyone... “Alright, let’s go,” the doctor ordered, watching closely as the three stretchers were lifted in tandem and they all moved together towards the door. If this wasn’t such a delicate situation, she would have had time to feel very proud. “Careful! Watch that corner!” Doctor Mercy cautioned as they headed down the corridor. They didn’t pass many people on the way to the transporter, but the few they did see stayed out of the way to help them pass by quickly. It truly was a team effort. “Hold,” she called out, as the little girl’s vitals dropped. A quick check and a hypospray, and she were stable. “Let’s see if we can catch up,” she called.
A few minor stops, and the group made it to the transporter room, somewhat split up due to the pauses, but relatively together. Within a few moments, the three were up on the pad and Valeia joined them. “Beam us directly to sickbay,” the doctor ordered, glancing at the exhausted looking team of security officers and medical staff and offering a smile and a ‘thank you’ before dematerializing in the transport.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 28, 2009 19:00:10 GMT
“It is,” Miyel replied evenly, refusing to voice her own fear in front of the others. “We understand the basic principles behind it, but our scientists have yet to duplicate it. We will be the first of our people to actually experience transportation,” she added.
"It is nothing to be concerned about," K'Nara informed the Elected one as she got the impression that she was not as brave as she was making out with this. Most people weren't the first time they transportered.
They reached a spot a safe distance away from the buildings and K'Nara hit her comm. badge.
=^=Corval to Dark Phoenix. We have several delegates of the planet beaming up with us. Please beam us directly to sickbay on my mark.=^=
She turned to the leader once more. "Purely a precaution. Once we have all been given a safe bill of health, we will find out how things are with the Betazoid delegation and then get you all together."
The aliens nodded and K'Nara spoke once more into her badge. "Energise."
The transportation lasted seconds but all of the aliens looked pretty shaken as if they couldn't believe they were in a new location. Sickbay was however proving to be rather chaotic.
"Captain," a nurse acknowledged them beaming in. "We will be right with you. Doctor Mercy is just bringing aboard the last of the injured from the Luxanna Troi.
K'Nara nodded and immediatly turned to Sharon. "Sort out some refreshments and quarters for our guests" she indictaed the other 4.
<Sharon>
Then to Horn, "Peter return to the bridge and get a status update. Get me eta's of when the rest of our crew will be back and then come join us in the briefing room once we are finished in sickbay."
She then turned back to Miyel. "Please accompany me, while the rest of your party is being attended too." As she said those words, 2 nurses were descending on the others ready to do a check up.
K'Nara saw Valeia before she noticed her. The doctor looked tired. "Dr Mercy, this is Migel, the elected one of Angel 1. I know you are busy but the nature of the situation warrents a fast move, can you direct us to the head of the Betazoid peace delegation?"
Tag < Sharon/Peter/Valeia>
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 28, 2009 22:27:06 GMT
"It is nothing to be concerned about," the woman assured them, and though Miyel knew the Captain believed that, it was still difficult to imagine being disassembled molecule by molecule and then, hopefully, reassembled on the other side could be something commonplace. It didn’t sound like nothing to worry about to her at least.
The group moved further away from the building, the others looking more and more nervous with each step. Setting an example was growing harder and harder to do. Finally the came to a stop, all too quickly for Miyel’s taste, and the Captain tapped her communications device. =^=Corval to Dark Phoenix. We have several delegates of the planet beaming up with us. Please beam us directly to sickbay on my mark.=^=
"Purely a precaution,” the Captain quickly assured her. “Once we have all been given a safe bill of health, we will find out how things are with the Betazoid delegation and then get you all together." Nodding, Miyel resisted the urge to panic. What if they were beaming to sickbay because things regularly went wrong? On the other hand, if she was going to beam somewhere, it was slightly comforting to know she would end up in a medical facility, though not much of a comfort… Far too quickly, that communications device was tapped again, and their Captain ordered, "Energize."
It was the oddest sensation she’d ever experienced in her life. One moment, she was looking at the familiar landscape of Angel One, and the next, everything grew fuzzy, faded away, and was then replaced by the interior of the alien vessel. It was very bright, and the colors were all muted. Not only that, but everyone was running around in a semi-organized panic. People were calling out orders that she didn’t understand, and there were injured calling out for help. It was absolutely terrifying…
Someone approached and said something, far too quickly for Miyel to pick up in her current state. Her body had felt kind of fuzzy, like when a limb was held in an awkward position and lost feeling for a moment. She was horribly tempted to start checking her limbs to make sure everything was there and she was all in one piece but resisted the urge. It wouldn’t help the others, who looked even more terrified than she felt. Instead, she surreptitiously wiggled her fingers and toes, all of which were accounted for. Although clearly they were indeed in a new place, and in one piece, she could never imagine doing something that terrifying on a regular basis.
"Sort out some refreshments and quarters for our guests," the Captain ordered, the first words which broke through the haze and actually made sense to her, before the woman turned to her again. "Please accompany me, while the rest of your party is being attended too," she added, as two more people in uniforms approached and began motioning for the others to come with them and speaking rather gently.
Finally beginning to get her bearing, Miyel could see the terror on the faces of her group and spoke quickly to reassure them. “It’s all right. They are merely going to ensure that we’re all in one piece and healthy before we meet with the delegates.”
They still didn’t look happy, but the idea of being assured that there had been no ill effects from the transporter seemed to calm them a little as they followed the two. Following the Captain only a short distance away, they approached another officer in a blue uniform, another woman who appeared to be in charge, albeit rather tired. At least this Federation starship seemed to have a lot of strong women in charge.
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Absolutely exhausted, Valeia checked over the charts once more. The little girl and elderly man had required emergency surgeries, and amazingly enough, had both survived. Sadly, the little girl’s father, who had been doing better and didn’t appear to need surgery, had developed a complication and died before they could save him. The knowledge that without knowing where her mother was, that little girl was all along tore at the doctor’s heart, but there was nothing she could do and no time to properly deal with it right now. So, she had moved on and kept working. Many of the minor injuries had been treated, some even released, but more kept coming. It was the last group that had just arrived, but for now, it was still chaos in sickbay...
Valeia was moving to help with the last of the final group when she was stopped by K’Nara, whom the doctor hadn’t even realized was in sickbay. "Doctor Mercy, this is Miyel, the Elected One of Angel One. I know you are busy, but the nature of the situation warrants a fast move. Can you direct us to the head of the Betazoid peace delegation?" the Klingon asked, as a somewhat pale looking woman stood next to her.
Glancing quickly at the woman, who although pale appeared on the surface to be uninjured, Valeia sent a hurried glance over towards the newly arrived group. Her staff seemed to be handling it well enough, and no one appeared to be seriously injured, so, satisfied that things would not fall apart, the doctor turned and nodded. “The delegation is this way. I’m not sure which of them is in charge,” she replied, hesitating before suggesting, “Why don’t I just check you first to make sure you’re alright. It will only take a moment,” she promised, waiting for the woman to reply.
Nodding, and still feeling a bit off, Miyel followed the doctor to an empty bed, one of the few left. Everything felt like it was happening so fast…too fast for her to catch up.
As she passed the tricorder over her new patient, Valeia’s bedside manner kicked in, despite her level of fatigue. “I’m Doctor Valeia Mercy, the Chief Medical Officer.”
Slowly beginning to relax, Miyel attempted a slight smile. “I’m Miyel, Elected One of Angel One.” Glancing around the medical facility, which was actually starting to calm somewhat. “Who are these people?” she asked, now beginning to recognize the clothing and language of most of the patients as her own, at least the language.
Suddenly realizing how difficult this must be for the woman, Valeia replied, “They are civilians of your planet. I believe they were beamed up to the Betazoid transport along with the delegation. We’re helping them as best we can and taking good care of them,” the doctor promised, quickly closing the tricorder. “You’re in good health, though you have a couple of bruises. I can take care of those for you if you’d like.”
Surveying the room, which looked so much different now that she realized her own people were being helped, Miyel shook her head. “No, I’m alright. You should focus on them. Besides, I barely feel them,” she added, moving to stand. “I am ready to speak with the delegation now,” she announced, looking at Valeia and the Captain.
After a quick glance in K’Nara’s direction, Valeia replied, “Right this way,” and led them across sickbay to where the delegation was located. The woman who fainted earlier was awake on one of the biobeds, though she still looked pale and shaken.
At the sight of the delegation, Miyel’s eyes lit in recognition. “Kalarin!” she called, moving forward to speak with the leader of the delegation. “I am relieved to see that you are alright. When the explosion happened, everything moved so fast, I didn’t see where you went.” Taking inventory of the small group, the Elected One could easily see that there were people missing. “I am sorry that I do not see your husband here. I assume he was one of the ones taken. Kalarin, I am so sorry for all of this...”
The Betazoid’s eyes darted in Valeia’s direction and briefly towards K’Nara before she replied. “This was not your fault. You dealt with the situation head-on instead of just allowing it to continue as it was. That was the right decision. Sometimes in these situations, these sorts of things are unavoidable, and I believe they very well may have been worse had you waited. Things are difficult now, but it is merely a step that needed to be taken for progress to be made. And we will get Aurien back.”
Smiling, Miyel relaxed a little further. “You do have a way with words… Still, I am sorry that you were all dragged into this, in spite of the fact I know you will continue to help.” Motioning toward the doctor and Captain, Miyel made introductions. “This is the Captain of this ship, Captain Corval I believe, and this is Doctor Valeia Mercy.”
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Post by Ian Brooks on Oct 1, 2009 15:58:26 GMT
Ian groaned as his bicep pulled from lifting and helping move patients.
“Are you alright?” a nurse asked.
“It’s just a little strain, see to him first,” he smiled at her.
“That’s the last wave sir,” Ensign B’ral informed him.
“Good news,” he answered looking round the highly busy sickbay. “You can return to your normal duties.”
“Oh and don’t forget, Vulcan marshal arts training tomorrow. I want everyone available there,” he called after him.
“Ian, Ian,” he heard an excited voice and was almost knocked over as a very familiar looking Trill ran and hugged him.
“Tay,” he said when he managed to pull the boy off him, “Why are you out of school.”
“It’s brilliant Ian, Mums woken up,” he said smiling widely and eyes sparkling. “They called me from school. Nurse Horn is in with her now, and then she said she was going to let Mel know and Dr Mercy had to check her over and we can see her.”
Ian felt a surge of happiness at the news and like a burden had been lifted. “That’s wonderful.” He ruffled Tay’s hair. “Mel will be so happy.”
“And Mum can meet Patrick, he’s at the crèche at the minute as Seleya’s mum had to work,” Tay explained.
Ian nodded. “Okay I’m way over my shift anyway. So I’ll just finish up things here and we can go fetch him.”
Tay nodded excitably.
Hitting his comm. badge Ian checked in with his marine counterpart.
=^=Brooks to Peractio. We have finished moving all the passengers from the shuttlebay. Do you require any further assistance your end?=^=
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Post by Tak Science on Oct 9, 2009 6:55:49 GMT
"Right you can take your suits off now," she called to the rest of the room.
Shrugging out of the bulky suit, Mel went over and joined the marine and Feline officer. "The warp drive needs some components replacing the fried ones but its stable now, as are the immediate decks surrounding us. The rest of my team are patching up all the other decks now but if you want to go to the bridge you will still need your suit for the moment."
Leaving his suit on for the moment as per her later instruction, as opposed to the former, he smirked a bit and turned around, as he seemed to purr. Of course, a polite purring was hardly typical of Kzinti, so it most likely was another sound that he had made that had simply sounded like the sound that he had unpleasantly learned was the favored of humans. Bah, humans could be so undignified, he suddenly thought.
Starting to shake his head, “No, I think it best that we stay down here and continue the operational repairs that you have begun. However, I do need to ask why you thought we would want to go to the bridge. It does not seem logical at all to me really, unless you had something in mind that I am not aware of.”
He sighed slowly, disgusted with his perceived inefficiency of the situation as usual. Looking around slowly, he tried to assess further physical damage to the facilities as he stretched a bit. Being someone who was relatively hunched over for most of his life and workday, it was not easy to be in a suit such as the one he was wearing. Once again, he thought, the manufactured goods of humanity were controlling him. After all, in 2293, it was said that the United Federation of Planets was a homo sapiens only club…
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Oct 11, 2009 21:13:28 GMT
OOC: JP between Captain Corval, Commander Horn, Miyel, and Kalarin
A few hours later, K'Nara, Horn, the Angel 1 delegation leader, Miyel, and Betazoid delegate leader, Kalarin, were all finally together in the briefing room. Having made all the introductions and ensured their guests were comfortable, K'Nara opened up the meeting. "We need to know exactly what happened. Can you tell us who attacked you?"
Peter stood to the side, leaning against the wall, observing quietly while letting his senses wander. While he didn't appear to be, the Vulcan was actually quite alert.
“It was the Traditionalist radicals,” Miyel replied with a heavy sigh. “They’ve always been hesitant to initiate a dialogue because they feared that automatically meant a change. I was surprised they even agreed to attend at all, but apparently, they took offense at fully realizing Betazed had been matriarchal and now was not. They saw that as a direct attack on their position. I had been afraid of this, but Kalarin was doing so well…I had hoped that perhaps they would begin seeing reason...”
Nodding, Kalarin continued where the Elected One had left off. “I explained to them that while we were no longer a Matriarchal society, females still tended to hold the majority of leadership positions, just as Earth, though no longer patriarchal, also tends to have more men in leadership roles. The transition is far from immediate and rarely results in loss of power or a sudden influx of changed beliefs. These things are gradual and take time, so there was nothing for them to fear,” she added.
“Sadly, they reacted anyway, and the attack on the conference and the transport was the result, for which I am deeply sorry,” Miyel stated sincerely. “The question is, what do we do now? Obviously, my top priority is returning the hostages to you.”
Peter looked from one woman to the other, not moving from his position against the wall. "I do not believe the attack was avoidable," he announced quietly.
K'Nara nodded in agreement with her first officer. "The question is how do you wish to proceed now and how can the Federation aid you?"
“With the goal of rescuing the hostages in mind, I believe we should approach this from two sides, diplomatically and tactically. We do need to reestablish diplomatic communication as it is, but we must be prepared for other alternatives. We are not strong when it comes to tactical matters…so that is where I believe we will need the most help. However, diplomacy still must take precedence if we are to avoid all out war. I wish to continue working with Kalarin, but it might also help to include members of your crew. Captain Corval, you are a strong, female leader, and the Traditionalist radicals may respond well to your input. Commander Horn, I believe you might help with the Reformist radicals, to show them a strong male leader as an example of what can be for their cause. I hope this will inspire them rather than spur them to violent action like their counterparts. Is this an acceptable suggestion?”
Peter remained silent for a long while, considering the woman's words. "It is acceptable," he finally answered, though it was clear he was distracted. "How do you propose we take up our respective leadership roles and present ourselves to them? I do not believe it will help either party to know that Corval and I work together. Not yet, that might be too soon and would put us both in grave danger."
K'Nara gave Horn a look at the mention of grave danger. She had never been in "grave danger" in her life regardless to what he considered dangerous. Nor did she believe he considered that much dangerous, considering what they had both been through since she had joined this crew. She let it pass and returned her attention to the two alien women.
“I don’t think that will be an issue,” Kalarin interjected. “They would know you are Starfleet, and they would assume that there is also communication with the other side. The Traditionalists would be offended to speak to anyone not in command, so Captain Corval will be acceptable to them, and the Reformists would be amazed that a male could serve as First Officer but work closely with a female Captain, so Commander Horn would be acceptable and a very good example for their cause.”
"Even though we are alien to them?" Peter pointed out. "As you can see, we are hardly…Human. We are Klingon and Vulcan, though for me, I am not wholly Vulcan."
"But Mr. Horn, we are both Starfleet officers," she pointed out. "And representatives of the Federation, which they know is made up of hundreds of Alien species. They were open to the Betazoids attending in the first place. Okay it has not turned out quite as well as all hoped but they were open to alien delegations."
Betazoids are a peaceful race," Peter argued, "Klingons are relatively warlike, and Vulcans, while pacifists have a history that is rich with war. Not to mention my Romulan and Human backgrounds...We are hardly good examples to lead. Of course we should do our utmost best, but I cannot guarantee we shall succeed in our endeavor." He crossed his arms across his chest. "While I am a telepath and can gauge and direct their responses, you, captain, cannot. And probably must depend on a Betazoid ambassador, to gauge them."
"Then I shall rely on the Betazoid ambassador to gauge them," K'Nara stated firmly. "And attempt to be . . . less "warlike"." She turned away from her First officer who she couldn't put her finger on it, but he seemed slightly not right. Addressing the two women once more "We will aid you."
“I actually think the fact that you are both aliens and do not look as we do will help,” Miyel suggested, not knowing quite what to make of these two. “Our people have remained isolated from other cultures, but we are also aware that other cultures do exist. To see the way these issues have played out in other cultures and learn more about how gender equality works is important, as is beginning to interact more with others. You are both very different, and yet you continue to work together. This is not something that we are familiar with but we must learn it if we are to progress.”
“And my delegation will continue to be present and participate in the discussions,” Kalarin added. She didn’t know what was going on between the Captain and First Officer, but she wouldn’t allow it to interfere with this mission. “I’m not saying this is an ideal or easy situation, but we must try. I have already established a rapport with the Traditionalists. Sadly, my husband had established a relationship with the Reformists, but he is one of those held hostage.” Trying to dismiss her sorrow, the diplomat moved on. “This is going to prove a challenge in dealing with them, but we will have to do our best to regain their trust, ensure them we’re on the same side.”
"We will do our best to rescue the hostages," Peter vowed, an odd sparkle in his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't wholly on the briefing but still hearing what was said.
“Thank you. I and my people are extremely grateful for all your assistance. I do not know what would become of us without your presence,” Miyel concluded, offering a gentle smile in Kalarin’s direction. “I hope that this will only be the first cooperation between the Federation and Angel One...that is if my planet survives this struggle.”
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Oct 12, 2009 13:55:16 GMT
Peter listened only with half a mind to what the women were saying. There was something that he couldn't put his finger on. His sensitive mind was picking up something, but it was little more than that; something. It almost seemed as if he was being called, yet all the same it wasn't a call. More like an echo.
The Vulcan was certain he'd sensed it before, and his trying to figure out what it was and where it came from, made him appear reasonably distracted. He looked up when he heard his name being called, a sharp sound to it. "My apologies captain," he replied calmly, though he appeared far from. "As I said, I vow that we will rescue the hostages, I shall personally see to it. However, I still forsee grave danger for us. I cannot explain why, call it intuition if you must give it a name."
He cast K'Nara a wry smile, though it came out more of a grimace. "Something is terribly wrong," he explained, "and I cannot explain why. Someone is trying to invade my mind, and it has me distracted. I can block it out moments at the time, but whoever does it, has no mind for another's privacy and seems very determined." He looked around. "Is anyone else experiencing this?"
~down on the surface~
The shrouded figure casually leaned against the rockface, eyes narrowed in concentration. "He is aware," he reported, "I have no doubt he will come. I know how he thinks, and he cannot stand having a mystery." A fierce grimace crossed the male's face, eyes bright in excitement. "And if given the option of coming or seeing your son die, I have no doubt he will give in. Mark my words general, he will come."
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Post by Tak Science on Oct 19, 2009 18:40:23 GMT
Grasping the computer console in front of him, he grimaced to himself, visibly disgusted with the damage it had taken. Despite his usual demeanor, Tak was certainly one who was not going to stand for this sort of thing. He was usually simply angry about everything, but this time, he was actually genuinely concerned about the well being of the ship and the virtue of its crew. It was certainly a strange change of pace for the feline.
Removing a tricorder from his side that was designed for use in space by way of the special shielding that was installed on the outside of the unit, owing to the fact that he was still in the extra-vehicular activity suit, he started to scan the computer system. While he was certain that the computer itself suffered extreme damage, it did not seem as though the bio-neural gel packs that were part of the computer’s combined inorganic/organic brain mass had actually suffered a major failure.
This was an excellent turn of events, owing to the fact that no matter how hard he tried, it would not be easy for him to reconstruct that sort of a system without heading back to a starbase. Instead, it would have been required to bypass this entire network; that sort of an arrangement would have put engineering out of commission for a while. Sighing to himself, he looked back up and started to further assess what work was going to need to be done to finish out the system.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Oct 21, 2009 4:32:38 GMT
Sinking into her chair, Valeia took a long sip of the fresh cup of coffee she had just replicated and sighed deeply. This day felt endless, but at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel now. All the patients from the planet had been tended to and released with only several exceptions. Most of the injuries had been relatively minor except her three most serious patients, of whom only two remained. The loss of the little girl’s father still weighed heavily on her, and Doctor Mercy knew she’d probably cry about it later, but for right now, she was far too tired to even think at the moment. Right now, she just wanted to sit back and enjoy a moment of peace.
Quickly digging into the selection of pastries she had replicated to go with her cup of coffee, Valeia was absolutely starving, but sadly, her moment was interrupted when her eye happened to fall on one of the reports scattered across her desk. It had Lorena’s name on it, which caught her eye, and as she scanned it, her meal was forgotten as she hurried out of the room. It bothered her a little bit that no one had cared to mention that the Trill had woken up, although Doctor Mercy was well aware that things had been far too busy for her to step away given their situation.
As she entered one of the recovery rooms, Valeia smiled when Lorena looked in her direction. “It’s good to see you!” the doctor greeted her patient happily as she stepped closer, eyes flickering up to the monitors. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I was tied up in a medical emergency. How are you feeling?” she asked.
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Cautiously entering the guest quarters she had just been escorted to, Miyel looked around the large room. The décor was unfamiliar and the colors more muted than she was familiar with, but it seemed comfortable enough. “I’m truly very sorry about Aurien,” she murmured, turning to Kalarin who had accompanied her to the room. “If I had known the Traditionalists would have responded in that way, I never would have asked you to come. It wasn’t my intention to put anyone else in danger or to escalate the situation. I merely sought help because I wanted peaceful resolution.”
“I know,” the Betazoid replied. She hated all this talk of Aurien. It was troubling to be reminded of something you were attempting to put from your mind to keep going, especially when she needed him here with her now... “I meant what I said before. This was not your fault, and I do not blame you for any of this…including Aurien.”
Sighing heavily, the Elected One motioned toward one of the plush looking stuffed chairs for her friend to sit before taking an opposing seat herself. “I may not have been so forgiving in your place, but thank you for your understanding. But now, we need to talk strategy. I believe that the male Federation representative will help a great deal with the Reformists, but I am concerned about the Traditionalists. They have a lot of power with the hostages, but nothing to gain and everything to lose.”
“I agree,” Kalarin replied, grateful for the distraction this conversation provided. “I’m convinced that we do need to focus on the Traditionalists. They are the ones who are eventually going to have to give up their power and recognize that a change is coming. It is easier to convince the Reformists to not force the change and allow it to gradually happen than to convince an entrenched position to allow change at all. For that reason, I believe that you and I should work with Captain Corval and allow Commander Horn to deal with the Reformists. He is more than capable, and I also believe that his arrival after these events will help distance him and give him more sway with them. However, I would recommend sending...Borelen with him, as she is their strongest political supporter. I would send a member of my team, but they formed a relationship with Aurien… Anyone else would only remind them of that.”
“That’s a good idea and a good point,” Miyel agreed, still feeling terribly guilty at the mention of Aurien. “I will bring Elia with us, as she is the strongest Traditionalist left in Parliament. Their actions may have begun to sway her, as I’m sure they’ve swayed some of their more moderate members. Our people rarely respond well to violence or condone it, which is why I am surprised they took it this far. It is highly uncharacteristic, but may be an indication of just how threatened they feel right now.”
“As strange as it may seem to say so, this may actually be a good sign, the turning point,” Kalarin replied. “They were so desperate that they did something they knew most of their supporters would not condone because they felt they had no choice. It is the act of a losing cause, the final, worst point before a resolution is reached.”
“I certainly hope so,” Miyel stated sadly. “I would hate to see this type of dialogue continuing for years. I came into office knowing that a change would happen soon, and I decided to embrace it and make my term the term where everything would change rather than do as other administrations had done and postpone the issue for someone else. I do not want this to be something that is passed onto others.”
“That is a good attitude to have, the right one,” Kalarin encouraged, feeling again surprised at just how much she respected this woman she had just met. “You are braver than the vast majority of leaders. One day, your people will recognize that.”
Offering a half-smile, Miyel replied, “I’d settle for just a successful resolute. I don’t care as much about the recognition. I just want us to get out of this in one piece!”
“Well you should try and get some rest for now,” Kalarin responded while standing. “The fighting has pretty much died down, and things are just beginning to resettle. The dust should clear by tomorrow, and once we’ve reestablished communication with both sides, we’ll start to pick up the pieces and rebuild a diplomatic dialogue.”
Nodding, Miyel was just starting to realize how tired she was. “You’re right of course. I will try to rest for now. Tomorrow will be a new day, and hopefully the beginning of a fresh start.” Her fellow Mistresses were arranged in quarters nearby, and she hoped they were going to be trying to get some rest as well. “I am so glad to have you here to help me. Try and get some rest yourself, and I will see you tomorrow.”
The Betazoid smiled at Miyel, who was fast becoming a friend. “I will. Goodnight.”
After she’d left the guest quarters, Kalarin sighed and headed for the deck where she and her fellow diplomats had also been assigned quarters. Her heart was heavy and her mind was busy, which was not a good combination for sleep, but she would try. After all, the Betazoid had a lot to deal with before this trial would be finished.
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Sleep would not come easily, no matter how hard he tried. Aurien shifted position once more on the unforgiving stone in an effort to get more comfortable, but alas, that seemed to be an impossible task. He was cold, tired, hungry, and more than a little scared. He’d never been in a position like this before, being of a noble and wealthy blood line and during a period where poverty was no longer an issue. This was an entirely unfamiliar situation, one which he wouldn’t care to repeat and just wanted to end. Above all, he was worried for his wife. She was a strong women, but he didn’t know whether she had been injured or taken captive elsewhere, and he didn’t want her to suffer like this. He could feel that she was alive, but little else. It was disturbing to be separated from her and upsetting to be held captive like this.
The women who captured him refused to speak to him, and he’d been separated from the others kidnapped due to his position as one of the senior delegates. So he was alone in here, although he knew that the others were alright and could still sense and converse with them, but now, there was nothing left to say, and they’d all fallen asleep. Left alone with his thoughts and emotions, Aurien struggled to go to sleep, but his worry overwhelmed his mind. Finally, completely exhausted, he slipped into a deep, restless sleep only to be bombarded with dreams of his torment.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Oct 21, 2009 15:52:01 GMT
He cast K'Nara a wry smile, though it came out more of a grimace. "Something is terribly wrong," he explained, "and I cannot explain why. Someone is trying to invade my mind, and it has me distracted. I can block it out moments at the time, but whoever does it, has no mind for another's privacy and seems very determined." He looked around. "Is anyone else experiencing this?"
K'Nara fixed her XO with a look that was as concerned as a Klingon ever looked. "Nobody has reported anything but it is clear even to me that you are not quite yourself. I will have the delegates rest up for the evening and we will embark on meeting both parties at 1030 hrs tommorow."
"In the meantime, have Valeia check you out and I think you should speak to Mr Mercy. I am unconfortable with the idea of anyone being able to access your mind. Or and I am not saying this is so, but you have been under a lot of strain of late. Perhaps your current state may be related."
K'Nara left Peter and returned to the bridge where Naois Mercy was exactly where she had left him. She asked for a current status report and then filled him on her conversation with Peter.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Oct 21, 2009 16:12:03 GMT
As Tak Science took off his suit and seemily started to purr at her, Mel felt a little uneasy. To her experience his species did not make such sounds. Tak Science tended more towards the rash behaviour she had broken up between him and the marine earlier.
He queried her suggesting he go to bridge and she shrugged. "I was under the impression the Captain had requested you gather data on the weapon that had been fired. The best sensors for that are on the bridge. I apologise if I was misinformed. We can always do with extra hands here." She smiled at him.
Despite her better judgement she asked him, "Are you quite alright? You were making a strange sound before?"
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A while later, the phoenix sent more engineering staff allowing the orginal away team to be relieved. Upon beaming back and returning to her quarters, Mel found them empty.
"Computer locate Ian and Patrick Brooks and Tay Hannez," she asked.
"All specified crew members are in sickbay."
A moment of panic followed and Mel hot tailed it down to Valeia's domain.
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"I am feeling as if I have missed much," Lorena said her voice a little raspy. "What happened doctor?"
The elder Trill gasped in horror as she listened to her condition, calmed slightly as she explained the surgeries had been a success and even more so when the doctor explained that the medication she had been given was the reason why she could not feel her symbiote completely at present.
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Another nurse interupted them taking Lorena to one side.
"Doctor, Mrs Hannez's family are here and wanting to see her,"
As the doctor moved her head she could see Ian balancing holding Patrick and keeping Tay back.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Oct 23, 2009 20:43:23 GMT
i will write a post monday, I promise! and you can poke me for it too mel!
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Post by Tak Science on Oct 24, 2009 3:42:45 GMT
“I was under the impression the Captain had requested you gather data on the weapon that had been fired. The best sensors for that are on the bridge. I apologise if I was misinformed. We can always do with extra hands here." She smiled at him.
The feline nodded carefully, looking up to her as he spoke. “Well, technically, yes I was told to investigate that weapon, and I was told to report back to the Captain with data. I would never violate an order given to me. However, I am quite unable to accomplish that task without everything in working order here. Therefore, in a manner of speaking, I am indeed working on gathering information in regards to the weapon. It is simply in a non-linear way that most humans would not consider…to be part of the same task.”
He turned back to the console a bit, taking a second reading. It did seem as though the gel packs were going to be able to be reconnected, as he previously thought. “By the way, do you have a more accurate tricorder? It would make this task…easier.”
Despite her better judgment she asked him, "Are you quite alright? You were making a strange sound before?"
Tak knew very well that this had been in reference to his purr. However, he was certainly never going to admit something like that. It simply was not in his nature to do so. Instead, he thought up a quick, ill-considered manner in which to hide it with a lie that was more than likely not at all believable to her. “I was simply clearing my throat. I would give you a piece of advice if you will allow it; you won’t tell anyone that I cleared my throat like that.”
He looked back slowly over his shoulder as he turned, “Will you?”
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Oct 24, 2009 5:44:31 GMT
Mel fixed the Cat being with a confused stare. She wasn't sure but it almost felt like she was being threatened over a throat being cleared. Perhaps it was the age old 2 alien cultures not quite getting each other syndrome, she mused so decided to let it go.
"No I will not mention it to anyone," she answered rather purplexed at the alien wanting to hide it or drawing attention to anyone else noticing him doing a natural bodily function.
"But may I say something?" Mel continued. "I am not human. I am a Trill. We are very different from humans, as is our way of thinking and looking at life. Things do not fall just into linear and non-linear catorgries." She added hoping to give the alien some food for thought. Mel fished about in the tool case she had in her hands and handed him a device.
"Here is the tri-corder you requested. I am going to finish up over there," she added leaving him and his strange noises to it.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Oct 25, 2009 4:37:03 GMT
"I am feeling as if I have missed much. What happened, Doctor?" Lorena asked.
Pulling a chair over to sit and eye level with her patient, Valeia began carefully. “You had a stroke, Mrs. Hannez.” The woman paled, and Doctor Mercy continued quickly. “I was able to repair the damage, and the surgery was entirely successful. However, the cause of your stroke was a chronic blood vessel disorder known as Berriet Syndrome, a diagnosis which I confirmed. It’s a manageable condition and with medication and some adaptations, you’ll be just fine. You’ve been unconscious for several weeks, longer than I had anticipated, but the rest was good for you, and it allowed me to perform a series of procedures to strengthen your condition. You are still on several post-surgical medications, which are probably interfering with your connection with your symbiont, but that will pass once they have left your system.”
Taking her hand and squeezing gently, the doctor continued. “I know this is a lot to take in all at once, but I assure you that I’ve done everything possible to give you the best care, and I developed a treatment program that will keep you healthy and allow you to lead a normal life. It will take some time to learn how to make the proper adjustments, but we’ll make them, and you’re going to be fine,” Valeia assured her.
Before Lorena could reply, a nurse interrupted. "Doctor, Mrs. Hannez's family are here and wanting to see her," the woman announced unobtrusively, and leaning back slightly, Valeia could see Tay and Ian with Patrick waiting a short distance away.
Motioning to them to come in, Valeia turned back to Lorena, who still looked very overwhelmed. “I think there are some people here who would very much like to see you,” the doctor announced gently, moving back to allow the family time to speak.
Mel must have been on her way, so Doctor Mercy moved to the door to wait for her friend to arrive. It didn’t take long before the Trill came rushing into sickbay, looking incredibly worried and wide-eyed for someone who should have been happy to see her mother. “They’re in…” Valeia began, barely indicating the direction before the engineer took off in search of her family, fortunately heading in the right direction.
Feeling bad that clearly no one had contacted Mel to let her know what was going on, the doctor still kept her distance, knowing that once she saw her mother, and that Patrick, Tay, and Ian were all alright, her friend would be caught up and happy, so Valeia wanted to give them some room and privacy. At least the concern over Lorena’s condition would probably be outweighed by the joy of Patrick’s safe arrival.
With a tired sigh, Valeia once again trudged to her office. She wanted to go home and sleep, but she also wanted to be there in case any of them had any questions. She was fairly certain considering how busy her day had been that Naois would be arriving any time to insist it was time for her to rest, if Sianna didn’t beat him to it, but for now, the Betazoid collapsed into her chair and reviewed her maintenance program for Lorena, probably for the hundredth time, for any last minute changes.
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Post by Tak Science on Oct 25, 2009 7:43:40 GMT
"I am not human. I am a Trill. We are very different from humans, as is our way of thinking and looking at life. Things do not fall just into linear and non-linear catorgries." She added hoping to give the alien some food for thought. Mel fished about in the tool case she had in her hands and handed him a device.
Thinking about how, in his culture, she was an eater of leaves and roots was certainly not going to help the situation. However, often times Tak Science could not help it. However, he was trying his best to behave more in line with the customs and requests of the Starfleet crew as opposed to those of the Kzinti Police Fleet. Certainly it was not an easy task, but he understood that if he wanted to continue plying the spacelances in something other than the lowest of freighters, he would have to be adaptable to new situations.
”I understand…I am…sorry.” He bowed his head in a forward motion and began to speak once again, “I will refrain from making the mistake in the future.”
"Here is the tri-corder you requested. I am going to finish up over there," she added leaving him and his strange noises to it.
Taking the device, he nodded once more to her in a strangely polite fashion that seemed to be quite out of his character. Perhaps Tak was, only ever so slightly, changing his attitude to how everything worked and was run.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Oct 26, 2009 10:29:55 GMT
The counselor vacated the center seat when K'Nara approached and obediently reported to her that nothing of consequence had been monitored. He then listened patiently to her report of her conversation with the first officer.
"That is disquieting," he answered calmly, "especially if he feels he is being targeted. While a powerful telepath himself, there are, obviously, always those who are stronger. I shall have a word with him immediately."
He bowed politely to the captain before exiting the bridge towards the readyroom, where Peter was still waiting. The younger man looked troubled, and didn't seem aware of his approach. "Commander.." Naois saw Peter jump, literally and drop into a defensive stance as if attacked. The older man halted his approach, waiting for the younger to recover.
Peter straightened, looking embarassed. "I did not hear your approach," he apologised.
"That was evident," Naois replied calmly, gesturing for them to take a seat. "Where were your thoughts, that you did not notice. You are not usually this distracted."
"I am under attack, repeatedly," Peter replied, looking nervous, "I can ward it off, but it is taking its toll on me. The attack is not constant, and is subtle, but I am aware. Someone is breaking through my defenses, purposefully, but without clear intent on why." He faced Naois, looking disturbed. "I am sent on an away mission," he explained, "and I do not feel confident about my safety. Yet to back down is to let the captain down, and I cannot in good conscience do that."
Naois nodded in understanding. "I know how you feel," he answered empathically, "there are always dangers involved, when stepping into unfamiliar territory. However, it is clear your skills are needed, and you are not going alone." He leaned forward, reaching out with his right hand. "Your thoughts," he ordered, "give them to me. Let me observe."
Reluctantly, Peter leaned forward, gasping at the cold touch of Naois' fingers against his temple and cheek. He closed his eyes, concentrating on giving his friend access to his mind, without giving his attacker a way in. It was costly, but necessary. He fought the desire to fight the intruder, to cast him out.
Naois released Peter to his own thoughts and leaned back. "I cannot find any evidence of tampering," he reported, "are you certain that you are targeted?"
Peter nodded in silence, trying to regain his bearings. "I have taken measures, that I hope are sufficient. I have to report to the transporter room, they are waiting for me as we speak. I thank you for your effort, and hope you will not experience ill-effects to the meld. Valeia would be most upset with me if you did."
This time, Naois smiled patiently. "Let me worry about my wife and her feelings. You take care of yourself."
Peter nodded and walked out, Naois following closely on his heels. While Peter reported to the transporter room, Naois headed down to sickbay to pick up his wife and take her home. "Have you spoken with Peter recently?" he asked quietly, while taking her in his arms, "he is one troubled individual. I am going to have my hands full, trying to get him to talk to me."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Oct 26, 2009 13:47:13 GMT
Peter met with his betazoid escort in the transporter room, then transported down to the planet. The sense of danger wouldn't pass, and he held his hand on his phaser. "I am not quite certain what is expected of me," he confessed to the woman, "however I shall try my best to -" He fell silent, holding up a hand to stop her from moving.
(valeia)
"Stay here, someone is ahead, I will go check it out." He handed his phaser to her, giving a brief instruction on how to use it. "Shoot first, ask questions later," he told her, "especially if you cannot get a sense on who is approaching."
(valeia)
Leaving the surprised woman behind, Peter disappeared into the foliage, dagger in hand. He knew he should've taken his phaser but he didn't want to leave his escort unarmed and therefor vulnerable. He froze when he came face to face with a cloaked individual. Straightening, the Vulcan studied his opponent, wondering when he would move to strike.
When the cloaked figure didn't move, Peter shrugged to himself. "Identify yourself," he ordered. The figure did not speak, but dark eyes sparkled from the shadows of the figure's hood. Peter froze as his senses went on edge, gasping as a single mind touched his. He reached out to remove his opponent's hood but his hand was taken and held fast, then twisted around onto his back in a single fluid motion. He tried to cry out, but no sound would emerge. From the corner of his eye he saw something flash, then felt it stab into the side of his throat.
Fear gripped him as he felt his senses go numb. ~not again~ he thought wildly, struggling and fighting in earnest. He pulled the hood off his opponent at last and stared in shock when he saw.....himself. An exact duplicate.
The duplicate stared at his quarry in mild bemusement. "I am the stronger," he said, mimicking Peter's voice exactly, before touching the other man's temple. The real Peter slumped to the ground, an expression of horror affixed on his face. Covering his body with the cloak, Peter stepped out of the foliage, facing the woman. "It was nothing," he reported, having drawn the mission plan from the prisoner's mind with little effort. "Just a rabbit."
(valeia)
(k'nara..perhaps your breen general could come fetch the real pete? everyone else, as far as you know, the peter you see is the real one, for now)
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Post by K'nara Corval on Oct 26, 2009 19:27:04 GMT
JP between Peter and the Breen General
"Wake him," a angry low voice cut through the throbbing darkness Peter was currently experiencing. Then ice cold water was thrown directly in his face.
The Vulcan coughed, bolting upright, but falling back down immediately. Desoriented, he opened his eyes, trying to remember. He could see, he could hear, but he couldn't sense anything. Fear gripped him and held him. "What happened?" he asked, trying to focus his eyes on the figure standing over him.
He was rewarded with a hard slap across the face. The figure then reached down and tightened restraints that Peter had not noticed the first time round. "I want your full attention," the voice hissed.
Peter's eyes snapped into focus, expression tight as he regarded his captor. He hissed as the restraints were applied just too tight, but said nothing and gave no other indication of discomfort. If he was going to be tortured, he would give them a run for their money. "What do you want," he demanded in a hiss.
"I already have what I want," the alien informed him starting to look oddly familiar to Peter. He stepped aside and a very familiar child being held tight by a romulan looked on at Peter just as terrified. "Now I am making sure that you NEVER take my boy away from me again and in return I am making it so you do not see your children again."
Eyes widening as he noticed the child, the other words didn't really register on him. "Kenji?" he asked softly, asking for confirmation. "Are you all right?" All concern for his own safety was instantly forgotten, his main concern now the child he'd rescued from the clutches of a Breen general.
The general cocked his head at the romulan and he ushered the frightened child out before he could respond. "You do not speak to my son." He walked across the room and leant against the opposing wall. "No you are going to endure the misery you inflicted on me and have a first class seat watching your own personal downfall."
Peter tried to shift against his bonds, but failed. "I do not understand," he replied honestly, still trying to understand what had transpired, and how he'd gotten himself in this predicament. "You cannot hold me here, I will be missed. My captain will come look for me. I have not inflicted any misery upon you."
"You will not be missed Peter Horn. We have replaced you with a clone. He is currently liasing with the Angel 1 group as we speak. Carrying out your captains orders," the Breen replied smugly.
"He is not me, he will be eliminated," Peter replied confidently, "I will eliminate him, after I have dealt with you. You are hiding behind a child, coward! No man uses a child to further his personal needs or exact revenge. The child belongs with his mother."
"The child belongs with me. His mother is also onboard. No one will work out there has been a switch as the station believes they have moved to Bajor, and none of your crewmates are the wiser. It was so easy to lure you to the planet and switch you. And now our operative can work subtly against the Federation," he continued refusing to be bated by the vulcans threats.
Peter strained against his bonds, feeling them cut through his uniform and into his skin. He fought, trying to break himself free. One of his restraints snapped, but the rest didn't budge. "He will not succeed," he hissed, "you cannot keep me here. Not forever. Those who know me well, will know your operative is not me. Mark my words!"
The Breen smiled and moved forward slamming a hypospray into his neck, a powerful relaxant washed over Peter. "We will see," As he reached the door, it opened admitting another romulan who moved and started replacing the broken bond. "We will see really how well your friends and family know you."
Peter nearly yelped at the medical device being slammed against his neck, but he caught himself just in time. He felt himself become drowsy and was barely aware of the Romulan tending to him.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Oct 28, 2009 4:22:31 GMT
Mistress Borelen arrived at this…transporter room at the time requested, but she was far from comfortable. While she was indeed a Reformist, she had very little experience working with men as equals, and so being accompanied by one who viewed himself as equal was going to be interesting to say the least. Not only that, but she was going to be speaking with the more radical side of her movement, and this was also something she hadn’t had a lot of contact with, but it was necessary.
Her escort and colleague on this mission, Commander Horn, was in the room waiting for her already, and although she didn’t know him and was far from comfortable, Borelen offered a slight smile and followed his lead onto the transporter pad. This was only the second time she had ever transported, but it was still frightening. She tried putting on a good face, pretending like she did it every day. She had already made preliminary contact with the organization, so at least she had some idea of what to expect when they got there, but this was still such an unusual situation…
They reappeared in the middle of a wooded area, very close to the caves where she had been told to meet the radicals. She was terribly jumpy, and it didn’t help that the Federation Commander seemed equally on edge. "I am not quite certain what is expected of me. However, I shall try my best to…” he began, suddenly freezing. "Stay here, someone is ahead, I will go check it out,” he assured her, handing her some sort of weapon, explaining how to point it and where to push before adding, “Shoot first, ask questions later,” and then rapidly vanishing into the undergrowth.
Suddenly standing there holding the...she didn’t even know what this was called... Borelen was nearly in a panic. She was a politician, not a solider, yet here she was, alone in the middle of nowhere, holding an alien weapon, and waiting for the alien male to return. This was not what she had signed up for... It was an absolutely terrifying several minutes for her as she waited, clutching the scary weapon in her trembling hands, hearing noises all around her. Finally, the male returned, and it was all she could do to keep from firing. Fortunately, she hadn’t remembered how. "It was nothing," he reported, seeming much calmer than before, "…just a rabbit."
Not knowing what a rabbit was but not really caring, Borelen gratefully handed the weapon back to him. “We should proceed,” she suggested, not wanting to be left alone with that device again. “The caves are in this direction. My contact assured me that she would rendezvous with us when we approached them from the west.”
<Tag ‘Peter’>
The two continued without speaking, but clearly whatever had been bothering him was no longer a concern, as he seemed perfectly calm and controlled now, but he was still so different from the men she was used to interacting with, stronger and more confident. Honestly, he actually made her a little bit nervous, but she doubted that was his fault. Angel One just didn’t have a lot of...dominant males like he was.
As they grew closer to the rocky summits, the brush began to rustle ahead, and soon after, a group of four, led by her contact, emerged from a clearing, weapons leveled and cautiously observing Commander Horn, even as the leader recognized her. “Borelen, it is good to see you,” the tall woman greeted her while eyeing Peter.
“It is good to see you as well,” the Mistress replied genuinely, grateful to be back in a more familiar situation. “This is Commander Peter Horn, second in command of the Federation starship in orbit. He came as their representation,” she announced as the two women in the group eyed the Vulcanoid curiously, while the two men were actually attempting to very surreptitiously mimic his tall and confident posture.
Ayen looked the Federation male up and down for a moment. Yes, he was a prime example of what a man could be if he was allowed to pursue any avenue he desired without exemptions or conditions. There were few men like him on Angel One, but their numbers were growing and many more would emerge if given the opportunity. “You are welcome here, Commander. I suppose your presence is an attempt by Miyel to appease us by giving us a picture of our goal. A transparent effort but not entirely unsuccessful... Please, come and join us. We have assembled a group of our leaders, and I’m sure that many of them will be fascinated to meet with you.”
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“I have good news, Captain,” Miyel began as she and Elia, accompanied by Kalarin entered the meeting room as previously arranged. “Mistress Elia finally managed to contact the radicals who are responsible for kidnapping members of the Betazoid delegation. They refuse to speak to me or Kalarin, but they have agreed to speak to you, Captain. Here is the frequency they requested you use to contact them,” she added, holding out a datapadd that Kalarin had kindly shown her how to use. “I do not know what they want to say or why they want to speak to you instead of myself or Kalarin, but they were quite insistent,” the Elected One added uncertainly.
<Tag K’Nara>
“I wouldn’t push too far in regards to the hostages just yet, Captain, but of course the topic cannot be entirely avoided. I just wouldn’t be too...forceful, merely stating your desire to see them returned and your disapproval with Federation citizens being taken hostage should be more than enough at this juncture. Your goal should be to gain a report with them and to determine why they wanted to speak with you and what they want,” Kalarin suggested helpfully, but mildly, knowing that Klingons generally did not have a natural ability when it came to diplomacy and negotiating.
“However, I can serve as somewhat of a go-between,” Elia offered cautiously. The woman was obviously tired, after attempting to speak with them all night. “I am generally accepted among these circles, but they are still somewhat disappointed that I have not supported their current, violent endeavors, so I must tread carefully.”
<Tag K’Nara>
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