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USS Phoenix A

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The USS Phoenix NX-170100-A is one of a new design of long range heavy cruisers, a sister ship to the [[Lexington-class]]. Visually the two ship classes looked very similar from an external point of view, with the exception of a few additional armaments on the Lexington-class vessel. Like some of its predecessors before it, the Phoenix had a specialized docking port on the underside of the stardrive section, specifically for the [[USS Hadfield|USS Hadfield NCC-98006]], a newly developed [[Aquarius-class]] corvette.

== History ==

Following a refit on Stardate 138224.5, USS Phoenix A was modified to add two additional warp nacelles. Slung directly below and inverted from the existing pair, these additional nacelles increase the overall speed, maneuverability, and acceleration of the Yorktown-class vessel. There are currently no plans to modify any other vessels of the class in this manner.

The placement of the two new nacelles also required a significant alteration to the corvette-docking port. Starfleet engineers are hopeful they can reconfigure the design to still house an Aquarius-class corvette.

== Command Crew ==

Cyclone-class

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|active = [[2460]]
|dimensions = 225.3 x 112 x 45 meters
|mass = 795,000 metric tons
|decks = 7
|crew = 50-60
|cruise warp = 9.995
|max warp = 9.9975 (9.9999 Slipstream)
|armament = 4 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Heavy Phaser Cannon Type-2]]s, 4 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Phaser Cannon Type-4]]s, 8 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Disruptor Emitter Array]]s, 12 torpedo launchers ''([[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Type III Quantum]])''
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The '''Cyclone-class''' is a replacement or upgrade for the Sao Paulo-class tactical cruiser. This new design is not as compact as the other, but will be nearly as maneuverable and have significant defensive and offensive capabilities.

== History ==

== Technical Data ==

The over-sized nacelles of the Cyclone-class are an experimental new system to improve upon warp acceleration. This new system, when fully operational, should grant the vessel a significant advantage when pursuing a traditionally equipped vessel.

== Ships Commissioned ==

Cyclone-class

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== Summary ==
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Manticore-class

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|type = [[Starfleet Ship Classes|Heavy Destroyer]]
|active = [[2460]]
|dimensions = 482.1 x 221 x 88.2 meters
|mass = 4,140,000 metric tons
|decks = 19 (with Weapon Pod)
|crew = 400-500
|cruise warp = 9.999
|max warp = 9.99975 (9.9999 Slipstream)
|armament = 9 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Heavy Phaser Cannon Type-2]]s, 14 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Phaser Cannon Type-4]]s, 10 x [[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Disruptor Emitter Array]]s, 1 x [[Starfleet_Ship_weapons|Phaser Lotus]], 20 torpedo launchers ''([[Starfleet_Ship_Weapons|Type III Quantum]])''
|defenses = Primary and Secondary [[Deflector shield]]s
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The '''Manticore-class''' is an experimental design incorporating the new Dynamic Tactical System (DTS), a multi-targeting tactical system specifically designed for use with the also experimental Phaser Lotus weapon system. Combined, DTS and the Phaser Lotus enable a vessel so equipped to unleash up to eight volleys of sustained phaser power before recharge is required. Additionally, those eight volleys can be towards a single target or multiple targets simultaneously.

== History ==

Named after the legendary creature from ancient Persian mythology, similar to the Egyptian sphinx.

== Technical Data ==

At the time of its construction, the Manticore-class vessel was the most offensively powerful vessel in Starfleet. Provided the combined DTS and Phaser Lotus systems are enabled and operational.

== Ships Commissioned ==

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RP Log: Line Officer Training II: Tilar's Crucible

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[Hauser's Commbadge] Tilar says, "This is Doctor Tilar."
 
"I hope so," Hauser says brightly. "Are you very busy?"
 
[Hauser's Commbadge] Tilar says, "Not right now. Medical has been cleaned up nicely."
 
You say, "Great! Why don't you join me in Holosuite 2."
 
[Hauser's Commbadge] Tilar says, "More attempts to dissuade me from my certification?"
 
Hauser chuckles. "See you soon," she says. "Out."
 
Lieutenant (jg) Tilar arrives from Holosuites.
 
Hauser is leaning against the holodeck replica of Phoenix's science station. There is a small smile on her face.
 
Tilar steps into the holosuite in relatively short order she wasn't too far. She lifts an eyebrow curiously at Hauser as she looks around, recognizing the scenario before refocusing her attention on the other woman. "You're enjoying tormenting me entirely too much," she notes with a small grin of her own.
 
"I leave that to our Ferengi guests, our Betazoid criminals, and other rifraff taking up oxygen aboard,," Hauser says with a grin. "Don't repeat that. So, I have a video log of your scenario cued up so you can review it and take over at the point you left off. Unless you remember it well enough?"
 
Tilar gives a snort of amusement at the 'don't repeat that' part. "A recap would probably help," she says with a grin. "It's been a little while since we've had a chance to get back to this. I don't want to miss anything."
 
Hauser nods. "Very understandable." She taps a control, and a video display starts to run on the main viewscreen. It shows you in the captain's chair and plays the scene through right up to the moment Hauser reenters the scene to interrupt it. Then it goes quiet. After it stops, Hauser asks, "Ready?" She points to the captain's chair.
 
Tilar watches attentively, eyes shifting from herself to the officers at their stations as she resets her mind in the scenario. When it finishes, she gives a slow nod of her head. "I think so, yes," she agrees before stepping to the Captain's chair and settling herself down again, turning her attention to the Vulcan who suggested there may be more to this situation.
 
"Computer, resume," Hauser orders. The bridge shimmers, officers animate, controls light up, and Hauser herself is masked by the program so that she's not visible to you. Hauser has apparently given you the last few seconds as a run-in, because the Vulcan at tactical says again, "Captain, we are unable to scan the interior of the vessel. Sensors cannot establish reliable readings through the radiation interference if that is what it is."
 
"Do you have reason to believe that there's something else going on?" Tilar asks, repeating her own query to continue that trail of thought.
 
"I do not," the Vulcan says. "Antimatter radiation creates unpredictable sensor interference. But it is not impossible that this is a trap set by the Ferengi for their own purposes." "You just don't like Ferengi," the Denobulan at science teases the Vulcan."
 
"That doesn't mean he's wrong," Tilar points out to the Denobulan with a small smile. "We lose nothing by being cautious. We've already reinforced the shields to help with mitigating radiation." Her eyes lift back up to the Vulcan officer and she gives him a slight nod. "Let's go to yellow alert, and keep an eye on it. If nothing comes of it, we're still prepared."
 
The Vulcan touches a section of his screen, and the ship goes to yellow alert. The computer says, "Yellow alert! All decks, set condition yellow!"
 
Tilar nods as the alert is activated and looks back to the helm. "What's our ETA now?"
 
"4 minutes, Captain," helm replies.
 
"When we get there, put us close enough to shuttle people back and forth if transporters won't work, but try not to get so close that we'd get caught in the blast if things go badly," she instructs. Tilar's eyes flick up to Ops. "Notify teams of our ETA. They should be ready to go when we drop out of warp."
 
Officers acknowledge the orders. The Angellite at ops asks, "You want me to try and raise the Ferengi ship on Coms, Captain?"
 
"Yes," Tilar says. "Inform them of our ETA and that we have teams available to help evacuate and potentially repair. Repair is dependent on how much time we have, though."
 
"No response from the Ferengi ship," the ops officer says after a moment. "Their broadcast continues on automatic."
 
Tilar nods her acknowledgement. "Which means their comms are not working, they can't reach them, or this is a trap." A glance given up to the Vulcan at the last potential conclusion. "Any final suggestions or thoughts before we arrive?"
 
No one answers you, as people focus on their stations. "Dropping out of warp," helm reports. Helpfully, or perhaps not, the ops officer puts the Ferengi ship on screen. It appears to be a large, crab-shaped vessel of the sort that would be a capital ship in someone else's navy. Display markers show the locations of weapons ports, many, and cargo holds, many, and other key systems based on what Starfleet knows about this class of ship.
 
"Scans?" Tilar asks, looking around the bridge between a few of the stations. "Life signs, engine status, so on... things that we couldn't get on long range. Mobilize rescue and repair teams prepare for launch. Ops, try to hail them again."
 
The Vulcan, the Denobulan, and the Angelite work together for about 60 seconds. Shuttlebay reports in that runabouts are unclamped and standing by for launch orders. "Lifesign count is indeterminate, Captain. The ship shows damage to propulsion, life support," the Denobulan turns to your engineer who adds, "A fair amount of internal damage consistent with some kind of explosion. No dammage to the hull or the weapons or the other external parts of the ship."
 
Tilar frowns slightly. "Odd. Do you think your teams could stabilize it before critical failure?" While waiting for a response, she gives a look over to Ops. "Security teams first to sweep. The rest of the rescue teams will follow. Hold for now."
 
"Maybe," the engineer says, frowning and twisting a lock of her hair around her finger. "Antimatter radiation is very carrosive. It can dissolve biomatter and it can break down equipment if it's exposed long enough. Anyone who goes over there needs to suit up." The Vulcan turns to you. "You wish security teams to board the vessel first, Captain. They will need to exchange places with medical teams now aboard the runabouts. Estimated time 3.1 minutes, if you confirm the order."
 
"Do it," Tilar says with a nod to the Vulcan. "We have no idea what's going on in there, and I'm not going to send my medics in without ensuring there's nothing else going on." Then she points over to the engineer. "Suit up. Go in with medical if you can, behind them if you can't. If there's too much risk or you don't think you can pull it off, pivot to evac."
 
The Vulcan nods and leaves the bridge after turning his station over to his first-year ensign, an Andorian. The engineer also leaves the bridge after summoning a replacement. About 3, ok maybe 3.1 minutes later, the Angelite at ops informs you, "Runabouts Mississippi, Danube, and Nile report swapping out medical for security teams in hazzard suits. They have cleared the Phoenix, Captain. 60 seconds to docking with the Ferengi vessel."
 
"Keep comms open with team leads," Tilar tells the Angelite with a nod. "I want to know what's happening over there. One way for now I don't want to interrupt them with bridge chatter. Monitor for any changes on the Ferengi vessel."
 
The ops officer acknowledges. "Runabouts beginning landing sequence, raising the security cheif." He touches his screen and frowns. "Captain, I can't raise the chief or the other team leads. We don't have uplink status with the runabouts now that they're aboard the Ferengi vessel."
 
"Cause?" Tilar asks. "Are they being actively jammed, or is the radiation interfering?"
 
"I ... don't know," the ops officer says. The young engineer appears to check from her own station. "It could be the radiation, Ma'am. I mean, I won't say jamming's impossible, because it would look something like this, but antimatter radiation would play hell with even short-range comm signals."
 
Tilar nods slowly as she processes that information. "Give the security team 5 minutes to clear the immediate area, then send the first wave of medical in. Have at least one armed officer available, and let them know that comms are out. Find some way to establish contact with us, but if they don't feel that they're able to successfully repair or evacuate the crew, bring everyone back home." She looks between ops and engineering. "Are you able to cut through whatever interference is in play?"
 
"Negative," the engineer says. "I can't get through the interference." The ops officer nods. "Confirmed." Time ticks slowly by. The Andorian's antennae swivel towards you. "Our last two runabouts are ready to launch with medical and security personnel aboard," she says. No contact from the teams aboard."
 
"That's okay. For now," Tilar says to the Andorian. "They know now that we're out of contact, and they have their orders. Now we have to wait for them to do their jobs while we do ours." Her fingertips tap slightly against the side of her chair, thoughtful. "Keep an eye on the status of the engine to see if it shows any sign of repair. Continue trying to open comms with the Ferengi vessel. Watch the area for any signs of ambush."
 
The remaining two runabouts launch, progress to the Ferengi vessel, and contact is lost as it was with your first 3 runabouts. Your XO arrives on the bridge. Where he was, who knows. Maybe Hauser forgot to make you one, or he was taking a leak. He's a grumpy Tellarite, not unlike Crass. "We don't have any damned runabouts and we've got over 20 people over there," he grouses, arriving beside you at his station.
 
"Yep, sure do," Tilar says, eyes shifting sideways over towards the Tellarite. "The runabouts are with those people. If they need to get out fast, they can. Do you have something useful to add?"
 
The Telarite snorts, wrinkling his snout. "It's a lot of eggs in one basket. I hope nobody drops it." He settles into his station, hoof-like hands actuating his own displays. "Silence gets on my damned nerves," he grumbles after a little more of it passes by.
 
"It is," Tilar agrees with a nod. "But we have safeties in place for them, and they know what they're doing." Her eyes shift over to engineering. "Any signs of repair yet?"
 
"Captain," the Andorian's antennae stiffen up. "One of the runabouts is leaving the Ferengi vessel. On screen, Ma'am." The screen shows a runabout tearing off from the Ferengi vessel on an eratic course that's heading more or less the right way.
 
"Who's on that runabout?" Tilar asks, looking over to the Andorian. "Tractor them if it looks like they need it."
 
"They are out of tractor range," the Andorian says. The comms pannel erupts into life at that moment, and the face of your most junior nurse appears. Just weeks out of the academy. She is the only one in the cockpit, and she appears to be speaking through pannic. "Captain, get outa here. It's a trap, security chief dead. It's," But she doesn't get to finish her report. A ball of orange white light detaches from the Ferengi vessel, a torpedo that impacs the runabout, blasting it to atoms. Your Telarite XO pounds his furry fist on his console. "Who in the hells!" But as he speaks, your ops officer is simultaneously reporting, not that you need it, that the Ferengi vessel has destroyed your runabout.
 
"Red alert," Tilar says, voice raising in volume, but not panic. "Try to get a transporter lock on our people. Tell them to get out of there using whatever means they have at their disposal. Take out their weapons. If they look like they're going to run, take out their engines."
 
The Telarite pounds the alert toggle, and the bridge goes to red alert. Several events happen so close together that it might as well be all at once. You hear your Andorian tactical officer report, "Captain, the Ferengi vessel has raised its shields." As you receive that report, space around you begins to ripple with the signature visual tell of cloak dissipation effects. "Captain," ops reports, "ships decloaking to port and starboard. They're ... Cardassian, sir." But even as the last word leaves the Angellite's mouth, the three Cardassian heavy cruisers are moving into a triangle formation to surround the Phoenix, and each one is simultaneously launching torpedoes at the Phoenix at point-blank range.
 
"Cardassian?" Tilar blinks in confusion and surprise. "Brace for impact. Evasive maneuvers. Keep trying to get a lock on our people, but prepare to run. Try to hail the Cardassians, though I don't expect them to answer."
 
Phoenix is hit from three directions at once, just as the Cardassian ships anticipated, though she is able to evade one or two of the torpedoes as the helm kics the ship down and away in an evasive corkscrew spiral. "I didn't think the Cardassians had cloaks!" Your engineer calls out. "They do now," your Telarite snarls. "Damage to primary deflector array, hull breach on decks 7 and 8." Your tactical officer answers your order about transporter locks. "Captain, we won't be able to beam our people out while we have our shields up or while that Ferengi ship has its shields up, which, it does."
 
"Target Ferengi shields. Get a lock on our people. Get those shields down using whatever we have," Tilar says. "I want to at least TRY to get our people out of there. Keep hailing the Cardassians. Irritate them until they answer me. We'll deal with our shields later, if it becomes an option on the table. Put the Ferengi vessel between us and the Cardassiansthey probably don't want to hit their own trap."
 
"You hope," the Telarite snarls. He's working over his station though, doing his job. The Phoenix swings around the Ferengi vessel as ordered. Two Cardassian vessels move with you, flanking you, bracketing you with sustained torpedo and phaser fire as you move. "Heavy damage to propulsion," your engineer reports. Meanwhile, Phoenix's weapons go to work on the Ferengi's shields, but it will take time, and it's not helped by the fact that the Ferengi ship isn't just going to sit there and take it. It also starts shooting, and while its weapons aren't as formidable as a trio of Cardassian capital ships, they're not toothless. The Telarite looks at you. "They're not trying to destroy us," he barks. "They're trying to cripple us."
 
"Reinforce shields around propulsion and plot a course away from here. We might have to run," Tilar says, looking over towards her Tellarite XO. "The Phoenix is a solid vessel. I'm not surprised they're trying to take it. Suggestions?"
 
The next strike cripples a good portion of Phoenix's weapons array. "If we reinforce the shields around propulsion, we will leave other systems vulnerable," the Telarite says. "We have lost long-range sensors, short-range is degraded. But we still have communications." Your ops officer cuts in. "Captain, the Cardassians are responding to hails. On screen?"
 
"And if we lose engines, they will take the ship," Tilar tells her XO. "I don't like either option." She looks over to the ops officer and nods. "Yes, on-screen."
 
"Reinforcing shield geometry around propulsion," the Telarite says, acknowledging your order. The ship heaves as weapons fire chews through weaker shields in other sections, damage rports flood in faster, and your ops officer's console explodes, sending the now dying Angellite to the deck. He did not have time to open the channel.
 
"Get him to sickbay," Tilar orders, pointing to the officer on deck and moving her fingers over her chair console to activate the viewscreen herself. "Do we have a course out of here? Finger over the button."
 
"We do, but we've lost most of our deflector. So forget slipstream. Warp drive is degrading. I could make warp 4," helm reports. The screen comes to life. As it does, weapons fire slackens. Not completely, but ratcheting down to the level of a bee sting meant to keep things as they are. On screen, a rather handsome-looking Cardassian officer sits in the command chair. He speaks in an urbane, cultured voice that suggests years of command authority and generally getting what he wants. "Captain Tilar. That is a fine ship you have. I would hate to see any more misfortunes befall her today." So far, he has not identified himself.
 
Tilar's eyes focus on the screen in front of her, and she places a smile on her face. "It is rather beautiful, isn't it? I would offer you a tour, but it needs a bit of cleanup first," she says, tone overly pleasant for the situation. "Care to identify yourself and explain why you're ruining my carpets?"
 
The Cardassian smiles, tilting his head in a slight gesture of appreciation at your reply. "Of course. I would not have you think me uncivil. I am Legate Talek, commander of the Cardassian 7th order. "I would be delighted to talk with you and explain the whole situation. But first, lower your shields and prepare for my arrival. Otherwise," and he lets the sentence remain incomplete. Your XO uses his console to send a message to you. 'Buy time. Get him to give us time.'
 
Tilar's eyes flick to the console briefly, fingertips tapping on one side in silent response as her gaze returns to the viewscreen. "Legate Talek. A pleasure. We've sustained some damage to our systems, unfortunately, so it's going to take us a bit of time to make everything presentable for you." She pushes herself up onto her feet, hands clasping loosely behind her as she steps forward and further onto the screen. "While my personnel are handling a bit of cleanup, perhaps you would do me the honor of giving me a bit more background on this situation so that I know how to receive you."
 
"A bit transparent, Captain," Talek says. "You will lower your shields and prepare to be boarded. I would prefer your cooperation, but I can proceed without it, and possibly, though it would pain me to do so, without your lovely self. I give you, because I am a patient man, 2 minutes, for you to decide."
 
Tilar moves to spread her hands before her in a 'you got me' sort of gesture. "Would you have appreciated me if I didn't try?" she asks with a small smile. "It would certainly help to know what the problem is, though, so that there's no futher conflict between us. We were responding to a call for aid, and responded with personnel equipped to handle that situation. You don't seem to require any aid yourself. If you do, we'd be happy to provide it. I happen to be a trained physician if you have people in need of medical care."
 
The Cardassian on the screen doesn't respond, and the teltail on your chair arm shows that he muted the channel after he finished speaking. He is still visually present, watching with interest tainted by a faint trace of cultured boredom. Your XO confirms the mute and barks. "We need to send a mayday, five minutes ago on the Starfleet frequency. If Spacedock can send anyone." "If they can get here in time," the Denobulan science officer says.
 
"Orders, Captain?" The helmsman asks. "I can hit the button if you say the word. Buy us some space." "We still have people over there," the engineer chimes in.
 
Tilar turns to look back towards the bridge, eyes skimming over the crew as each puts their voice in. The Tellarite gets a vaguely annoyed look. "You told me to buy time. What were you doing in that time?" She puffs out a small breath. "Yes, we have people over there. But right now, we are limited to warp 4." A glance is given to the engineer to confirm this. "They would catch us, even if we ran. We can send the mayday, and Spacedock may send someone, but it will take them time to get here. Either way, we need time that we don't have. So we need to make some time for ourselves. Give me ideas. Quickly."
 
The Telarite gives you asnaggle-toothed smile. "I sent it while you were flirting," he grouses. "Captain, incoming signal from Spacedock," your junior ops officer reports from an undamaged station. "On screen now," she says, not waiting for the instruction. The screen splits in half. Talek remains on the viewscreen, but relegated to one quadrant of it. The rest fills with the office of the chief of Starfleet Operations. Admiral Somyk's gaze takes in the state of your bridge in less than one of your own heartbeats. "Report, Captain," he instructs calmly.
 
"You're just jealous I wasn't flirting with you," Tilar tells her XO with a smirk before turning to look at the screen as Spacedock appears. "We responded to a distress signal from a Ferengi vessel. After sending personnel
 
over, three Cardassian cruisers decloaked and opened fire. They are insisting we lower our shields so that they can board us. Maximum warp at this time is warp 4, and our personnel are still on the Ferengi vesselwe haven't been able to retrieve them at this time."
 
Somyk's face gives nothing away--it never does. "Enterprise and Confucius were dispatched 101 seconds ago at slip velocity. Captain, your orders are to prevent the capture of the Phoenix by any means necessary. The Cardassians shall not gain access to her systems or design schematics. Understood?"
 
"Understood Admiral," Tilar says with a slight nod of her head before turning to look back at the bridge crew. "All hands, prepare for boarding action. Lock down critical systems." She flicks her eyes over towards her XO, looking thoughtful. "Set up one of the conference rooms as though we're receiving a foreign dignitary of some kind. Let's buy time for backup to arrive."
 
Your XO responds, "Captain, we should run. Make the Cardassians chase us. It's harder to shoot at a moving target at warp."
 
"And how long would it take for them to intercept us? And then they're pissed off and likely to approach with more force," Tilar both asks and points out. "Would we viably be able to rendezvous with the Enterprise and Confucius before the Cardassians caught up with us?"
 
"I don't know," your XO responds. "long-range sensors are down. We have no good options," he snarls, pounding his fist on the chair. Somyk is still on screen, not contributing or interfering. "Captain," Talek says, coming back to life on his side of the screen. "Your two minutes are over, my dear. What will it be?"
 
"Then do what I said," Tilar tells the snarly Tellarite flatly, voice raising just slightly so that it carries to Talek on the screen. Then she's turning back to the viewscreen and smoothing her hands over the front of her uniform, clearing her throat and planting that smile back on her face. "Apologies, Legate. There was some disagreement that I had to handle. I'm having a conference room prepared for your arrival so that we can discuss this like civilized people. Can you tell me how many of your crew you intend to bring with you so that I can have my own crew prepared?"
 
The cardassian smiles. "We will transport enforcement details to your key areas. Your crew will step away from their stations. Scanners and sidearms will be set aside. Any resistance will result in unpleasantness, and you have had enough of that. Now, lower your shields."
 
Tilar turns and heads back to her chair, settling herself down and tapping a few commands on her console. By all appearances, she is complying. Bridge crew will receive a message first: The moment they are aboard, engage warp to intercept approaching Starfleet vessels. "Standby Legate. I'm ensuring my crew have received appropriate instruction before your arrival." The rest of the ship? Maintain system locks. Maintain arms, but act defensively.
 
Security dispatch to critical locations. Do not grant system access to any invading personnel. Prepare for release of anesthezine gas in critical locations. Configurations complete, she gives a nod of her head to tactical. "It should be working for you now. Lower shields."
 
As the shields lower, sensors register incoming transports. Cardassian troops materialize in engineering, in deflector control, in computer control, upwards through the ship, and a team of three appear on the bridge. Notably, the legate is not among them. These are young, tough-looking soldiers of lower rank. Your crew are acting in tandum. Tactical reinstates what's left of the shields while helm pushes the button, sending the Phoenix into warp on the best course the helmsman could think of on short notice, back twards spacedock from whence the reinforcements came. Looking annoyed with you, Talek closes the channel. Somyk now fills the screen, watching. Meanwhile, firerights erupt all over the ship, including right here. Your Telarite XO has already drawn a weapon and is shooting it out with the Cardassians as your other officers break weapons out of the arms locker to join in.
 
Tilar ignores the Legate as the ship jumps to warp and looks down at the list of locations. While her bridge crew manage the intruders, she reaches over to begin the release of gas in the critical locations, bridge excluded. It will likely gas the crew as well, but more people are going to stay alive. And it's possible that at least some of the crew would have had an opportunity to retrieve masks.
 
The gas spreads through the environmental systems, somewhat damaged in the firefight. As its diffusion spreads, reports of firefights taper off as Starfleet crew and Cardassian hostiles alike lose consciousness. Since you've excluded the bridge, things go on here as before. Your Telarite XO goes down, a hole burned through his chest, his fur smoking, a phaser still in his hand. One of the three Cardassian boarders is also down.
 
Tilar pulls her own phaser now, joining in the firefight. "GIVE UP NOW!" she yells over at the intruders, cringing slightly at the officer that's fallen nearby. While she returns fire, one hand moves to set a timer on the release of gas on the bridge and she shouts the time so the crew have an idea of what's going on, but the intruders likely will not. "Thirty seconds!" And in that time, she moves to retrieve a rebreather for herself.
 
The firefight continues, and your engineer, who bears a suspicious resemblance to an engineer in your real Starfleet life, takes out another intruder before dying, herself. As the gas diffuses into the bridge, the Cardassians, one wounded, one not, collapse, overtaken by the gas. So do your own crew, those who do not have rebreathers. As the bridge quiets into stillness, a voice says from right beside you, "Not bad, Captain, not bad." The holodeck shimmers. Bodies, weapons, gas traces, and Somyk on screen--disappear as the bridge resets and falls still. Jessica Hauser is standing beside you, having moved with you more or less around the bridge while you could not see her.
 
Tilar blinks a couple times as the holodeck shifts and shimmers, and the simulation comes to an end. Slowly, carefully, the Trill woman rises up onto her feet and jumps a bit when Hauser speaks beside her. There might be a little bit of adrenaline still as she blinks over at the other woman before giving her a small smile. "Thanks," she says. "I feel like I missed a whole lot of things in there, but I was trying to prevent as much loss of life as possible while getting an upper hand."
 
Hauser smiles back. "I know you were," she says quietly. "There was going to be no clean win, Vi. Everything you could have done was going to cost something. Different tradeoffs, but something."
 
"Well then I feel less bad," Tilar says with a quiet laugh, shaking her hands out at her sides to get some of the frenetic energy out of her system. "I don't think you'd have thrown me at something too easy. It defeats the purpose of these tests and lessons and so on."
 
Hauser nods. "You followed Somyk's orders, denied the Phoenix to the enemy, bought time, saved as many lives as you could, and maintained command cohesion under imminent threat and without any good options. That's as much as I could have expected." She smiles.
 
Tilar listens to the feedback and nods to Hauser, eyebrows rising just slightly. "That's the good, I suppose. What's the bad? As in, what should I have done differently? Or is this one of those scenarios where you wanted to see what I would do?"
 
"I'd say, you tell me, but I'll have mercy on you." She smiles. "If I'd been in the chair, I would have sent that mayday a few minutes earlier. You didn't once give orders about communicating with anyone until your XO mentioned it. I don't say it would have gotten you a clean outcome, but it might have changed the geometry of the situation a bit in your favor."
 
The Trill doctor makes a face at Hauser when she suggests that Tilar should think of the 'bad' on her own. But she doesn't protest or argue the feedback, nodding her understanding. "That makes sense," she agrees. "I think I got too focused on the problem in front of me and didn't think externally."
 
Hauser nods. "It happens. And it could have happened to a seasoned commander in the same situation. Remember what I told you before? Command equals decision under constraint. A commander desperately needs three things: time, information, and resources, and she usually doesn't have at least one. In this case, you didn't have enough of any of them, but you still had to act." A beat. "And you did."
 
Tilar gives Hauser another smile, seeming to appreciate the feedback that she's getting. "Thanks. I think my training as a physician helps a bit with thattriage is a similar process." She takes a deep breath, exhaling the last bit of her nerves and nodding. "I'm glad I didn't fail that little assessment entirely."
 
"No, you did fine. Which is why I'm going to send a letter certifying that lieutenant JG Viari Tilar has completed line officer field certification training." She grins.
 
Tilar blinks in surprise, eyebrows hitching up. "Oh that was my FINAL exam?" she asks, not quite gawking at Hauser, but that was clearly not something she was expecting. Then she gives Hauser a bright smile, spine straightening with pride. "Thank you, Commander. For all of it. Not that I'm going to stop asking you for advice, but I know this process takes time."
 
Hauser smiles. "O, honey, it doesn't just take time. It never stops." A beat. "You proved you were ready for it to be your final exam based on your choices you made while taking it. Besides, would it have been any easier if I'd told you it was your final exam?"
 
Tilar thinks about that for a moment before shaking her head. "No," she admits. "Honestly, it probably would have been harder. And if I'd done terribly, then it's better I didn't know so that I wasn't too discouraged from continuing to learn. Which, knowing you, would likely have been the case." She grins over at the other woman. "You're too nice sometimes."
 
You say, "Computer, end program."
 
A computer generated voice says, "Ending program..."
 
The currently running holoprogram terminates, and the black and yellow grid of the holodeck reappears.

RP Log: Line Officer Training: Distress Call Part 1

2026-03-26T00:52:42Z

RP Log: Line Officer Training: Flight Operations

2026-03-11T21:10:50Z

RP Log: Certification Training: Prime Directive

2026-02-24T22:57:49Z

RP Log: Certification Training Begins

2026-02-22T21:13:05Z

RP Log: Some Kind of Record

2026-02-17T02:10:11Z

Ushaan-class

2026-02-15T05:29:58Z

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|crew = 45 - 85
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The '''Ushaan-class''' is a small, agile, yet powerful escort vessel, designed to punch as hard as it can take it. The class replaces the aging [[Sabre-class]] vessels that were repurposed for the Starfleet Corps of Engineers. The vessel is designed to work in packs of three or more, utilizing its quick maneuvering and agility to get up close and personal, while also giving the enemy multiple targets to deal with.

== History ==

Named after the Andorian dual, Ushaan, and the similarly named Ushaan-tor, utilized in those duals.

== Technical Data ==

== Ships Commissioned ==

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2026-02-15T05:20:18Z

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== Summary ==
Source: https://startrekonline-archive.fandom.com/wiki/Ushaan?file=STO_fed_Ushaan_escort.jpg

RP Log: Ko-Bayashi Maru

2026-02-12T05:53:10Z

RP Log: When Did Ko Really Die?

2026-02-11T02:34:52Z

RP Log: Davis' Ko Kwestions

2026-02-11T02:31:20Z

RP Log: Ko Kelra is Dead?

2026-02-11T02:27:52Z

RP Log: Ko's Medical Records

2026-02-11T02:15:54Z

RP Log: Emissary Station Tinfoil Hat Society

2026-02-09T05:57:43Z

RP Log: The Maintenance Code

2026-02-09T01:29:21Z

[[Category:RP Logs]][[Category: 2460]]
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! style="background-color:#878681;" colspan="2" | Roleplay Log
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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" | '''Participants:'''
* [[Davis]]
* [[Ko]]
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* [[Toran]]
* [[T'Shaav]]
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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" colspan="2"| '''Location(s):'''
* Emissary Station - Detention Center
* Emissary Station - Science Lab 9P3
* Bajor
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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" colspan="2"| '''Stardate:'''
* 137227.62
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:''Science Lab 9P3 <Emissary Station>
 
Less than hour after her trip to Bajor with Ko, Davis can be found here. She's starting to look visibly worn down, but judging by her pace, that's not slowing her down yet. It's not clear exactly what she's doing. A few open-topped storage crates, large enough for a person to carry easily with both arms, are arrayed on the work consoles. She's buzzing around, picking up loose articles to throw into them.
 
Ko enters the science lab and speaks to Davis. "How are things going here?" She asks with a hard glance at the storage crates. "Planning on going somewhere?" Her question delivered with a warm grin.
 
Davis's eyes snap to Ko as she enters. She musters a brief smile, as well as an equally brief (and slightly sarcastic), "Great!" But she's back to work a moment later. "I am 'securing' the lab," she says, a joking note still in her voice. "This is probably a little overkill, but I drafted my proposal with the idea of maximizing the chance of approval. So all non-essential equipment must go." She stops for a moment. "Care to help?" her voice is casual, but her eyes are totally begging for a hand.
 
Ko moves across the room and tries her best to help Davis with packing up the boxes. "Is it really necessary to move all of this?" She asks with a smirk. "He's not accused of murder." Her eyes glance to Davis. "And, he's older. I don't think he presents much of a threat, even if he's accused of theft."
 
"Just put everything that's not bolted down into one of the crates. Most of it isn't delicate," Davis says. She pauses in place for a second. "Well, not that delicate. Maybe *gently* put everything in the crates. I'm going to work on the access controls." She starts tapping at the computer inlaid into one of the tabletops, her eyes locked on the screen as she talks. "It's not strictly necessary, no. Believe me, I know how you feel. But my goal is to stabilize the situation, and I don't actually have that much authority. My promotion to Lieutenant JG was academic, I have no command experience, and I'm not even a line officer. I'd have been put into the botanist billet in any other situation, or on any other ship or station. So if I have to jump through hoops, making sure to dot my I's and cross my T's to maximize my chance of command approving my plans, I'll do it."
 
Ko does as instructed and continues to help Davis put everything that isn't bolted down into the crates. "Have you spoken with Dr. Tikar about him being approved to use the lab?" She asks as she works. "I'm sure he'll be happy to get out of the cell. He kept complaining that he'll need more than a computer to get everything done."
 
"As soon as we're done here, barring any other unexpected developments, I'll go talk to him, and we can hopefully start the process," Davis states. "I honestly haven't had the time to finish my initial conversation with him." She looks over at Ko briefly. The look on her face says she really has a question, but she instead just turns back to her computer and continues with her work. A few moments later, she adds, "The access controls and data logging are done. I just need to upload the data we gathered." She reaches into her pocket, pulling out the same dataclip she got from Doctor Vara, and plugging it into the console. She likewise starts to initiate some kind of data transfer between her PADD and the computer.
 
"Do you think that the both of you can get the code done in time?" Ko asks as she finishes loading up a box. "Without the Vulcans, I might add." She turns to face Davis, crossing her arms in the process.
 
Davis lets out a sigh. Her voice gets quieter and more subdued. "I genuinely don't know," is her reply. "I don't know enough to even put rough odds on it. All we can do now is try. I'm not sure how much help I'll even be able to offer, once we get started." She taps a few button on the PADD. "I will say that including or excluding the vulcans isn't really part of my calculus right now. They won't show up without an invitation from the Bajoran government, and they can't get here instantly, so they're a moot point in terms of resolving this particular emergency."
 
Ko nods seeming to understand the gravity of the situation. "I'm not a scientist. I'm not even supposed to be here...I'm just a pilot." She adds with a shrug of the shoulders. Her attention seems split. She looks around. "Are you needing any other help?"
 
"No," Davis replies. "The data should be uploaded and sorted in a moment, and I can move the rest of this stuff myself." She smiles, quite genuinely this time. "Thank you again for the help, lieutenant."
 
Ko nods at Davis. "If you need anything from me, just let me know." She says with a smile. "I'll try to be around when you work with Dr. Tikar. Just to watch. I'm not going to be much help with the nanites." Her hand waves as she moves towards the exit.
 
:''Detention Center <Emissary Station>
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar is snoring away on his cot in his cell.
 
Ko is standing near the emitters of Tikar's cell. She watches him snore while leaning against the wall. Her eyes occasionally refocus on the forcefield as it hisses and fizzles.
 
Davis enters, her hurried pace contrasted by the look of fatigue on her face. She's flanked by two Starfleet and BDF security personnel apiece. How, when, and from whom she got the authority to drag them along is anybody's guess. She manages a wan smile at Ko on the way, but she heads straight for Tikar's cell, stopping a few feet in front of the forcefield. "Doctor Tikar," she says. She's not shouting, and her tone isn't aggressive, but she's clearly trying to be just loud enough to get his attention.
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar snorts loudly, but doesn't wake right away.
 
Ko steps away from the wall when Davis enters the room. She watches her try and rouse Dr. Tikar from his slumber. "Doctor!" Her voice louder than Davis's. "You have a visitor."
 
Davis waits, hoping Ko's louder greeting was enough to rouse the man.
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar snorts again, but this time he lifts his head and peers toward the exit. "Hmm? Who's there?"
 
Ko responds loudly. "Kelra." She looks at Davis. "And Dr. Davis." With her job done, she takes a step back from the forcefield and lets Davis handle it.
 
"It's time, doctor," Davis says. "If you're ready, we can begin work on the maintenance code. I've done my best to get everything ready as quickly as possible." She tilts her head a bit, trying to make sure he's fully awake before saying more.
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar blinks and sits up, swinging his feet off of the cot and onto the floor. "Time?" He blinks again. "Ah, kelra, and the good Dr. Davis." He yawns and runs his fingers through his messy hair. "Time? Time for what?"
 
Ko looks through the forcefield and says, "The Captain has approved for you to work in one of the labs." She continues to explain. "If you're not able to make it work, then, I think you'll be cleared to work in your own lab on Bajor." Her attention goes to the compliment of guards. "Under guard. In both cases."
 
Davis nods at what Ko said. "The lab is two minute's walk from here. I'm not sure how useful it will be, but we also gathered as much data as we could during a brief visit to Bajor, just before we came here. I'll also be supervising personally, so please make use of my assistance to whatever degree is useful. I'm not very well studied regarding nanotechnology specifically, but I have expertise in many of the other fields involved."
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar blinks again and gets to his feet. "You're taking me to a lab?" He clears his throat and shuffles over toward the forcefield. "This isn't some kind of trick just to get my hopes up, is it? You're not just playing with my emotions?" He stops just before the shielded exit.
 
Ko shakes her head back and forth. "Nope." She steps over to the standing console and opens the cell. "Not a trick." Her reply given with a look to Davis. "We're not like that."
 
Lieutenant (jg) Ko taps something in on the computer interface panel.
 
The forcefield over Brig Cell 1 fizzles out.
 
Davis doesn't have much to add to what Ko said, mustering a smile and a beckoning wave to Tikar. "Lets go. I'll explain more once we're there." She shoots a glance at the security officers, a wave of her head indicating for them to come too. She has already made the rough outline of what's going on clear to them, doing her best to impress upon them that Tikar is an older academic and not a particular security threat, and should be treated as politely possible within the bounds of doing their jobs. She heads toward Science Lab 3 with the group in tow.
 
[Brig Cell 1] Tikar reaches out as if to confirm that the forcefield is actually gone, then steps out of the cell and smiles. He stretches as if just being released from having his arms and legs bound with cords. "Well, show me the way then, my dears."
 
Tikar arrives from Brig Cell 1.
 
Ko waits for the security personnel to fall into Tikar's flanks before moving behind the group.
 
:''Administration Hub - Level 9 <Emissary Station>
 
Davis takes a moment to peek her head out before actually leading the group here. She's really wary of running into trouble, even with security procedures in place. Not seeing anyone, she just keeps moving.
 
:''Science Lab 9P3 <Emissary Station>
 
Tikar keeps following along, but notices how careful Davis seems to be. "Something wrong, my dear Dr. Davis?"
 
Ko answers for her, "I think she's concerned about the protesters." She follows behind the security team. Her head turns to make certain the door closes behind them. "Your fans, from another perspective."
 
Davis speaks to the security detail, her instructions brief and to the point. "You two, just outside the door, please. If it's not urgent, or a senior Starfleet or BDF officer showing up, please no interruptions." As that pair leaves, the door closing behind them, she continues to the remaining Starfleet and Bajoran security officers. "You two, just beside the door on the inside, please." And then she approaches the console by the entrance, speaking to the computer. "Computer, engage Davis Security Protocol 2." That all done, she finally faces Tikar. "I apologize for all of this. I leaned toward caution for the sake of getting approval from command. As for what Lieutenant Ko mentioned, there have been a lot of tensions. Once we're done with this work, I'll do my best to answer any questions you have. There's honestly still a lot that I'd like to discuss with you too. For now," she gestures to the console, "shall we? You have access to your own data, the scientific database, the programming utilities we have on hand, and all of the data we gathered on Bajor." The latter includes the shipboard scans from the Shakaar Edon, her tricorder scans, data from the physical samples she gathered, and whatever Doctor Vara gave her.
 
Tikar watches the security people do security things, then looks over the lab equipment. "All of my work is here?" he asks. "And what was that computer security bit all about? Have you restricted my access to my own work?"
 
Ko doesn't know anything about science. She moves to the edge of the room and listens to both Tikar and Davis. Her shoulder presses into the bulkhead as she continues to observe.
 
"Now's probably a good time to explain that in more detail. You will have access to your own data," Davis explains. "The restrictions prevent access to unrelated station systems. This console would otherwise have a fair degree of access, even in a science lab. I'll also need to approve any active uplinks or data uploads. And I'm required to let you know that attempting to circumvent these conditions may result in further access being denied." She holds up her hands apologetically. "Neither of us came up with these conditions. That's what command said we had to do to make this happen. I'm doing my best to make this work within the system I'm in. I know we don't know each other much beyond reading each other's work, but I'm asking you to have faith that I'm personally here to make this succeed, not to hamstring you."
 
Tikar waves away all the reassurances. "I don't give a damn about your station systems. As long as I have access to my files, that's all that matters to me." He steps over and starts reviewing various data.
 
Ko continues to watch as Tikar begins reviewing his work. She looks at Davis and comments, "If this works, I think there's going to be a spot for you in Bajoran history books." Her neutral expression flashing a smile at the woman.
 
Davis stands opposite Tikar at the table console he's working at, looking at the data he's reviewing. She explains verbally, to catch him up. "I gathered geological, biological, and meteorological scans of the area from orbit. I also took tricorder scans of the plants and soil near Doctor Vara's lab, as well as physical soil samples, the scans of which are in the data. She also gave me a datastick personally." She peeks up from the data to glance at him as she says that.
 
Tikar pauses and turns to Davis. "Nisah? She gave you a disk?" His eyes lose focus for a moment.
 
Major Toran arrives from Science Labs - Level 9.
 
Ko keeps leaning against the bulkhead while she watches both Tikar and Davies talk about the data disk.
 
Toran enters the lab, but doesn't interrupt. Instead, he moves to stand near Ko and silently observes the activity of the scientists.
 
"Yes," Davis replies. "I spoke to her briefly, to ask for her aid. I didn't get a chance to converse with her long, since I was in a rush to get back here, but she was doing a truly heroic job of holding things together as well as she could." She looks reproachful after a moment. "I hope me mentioning that wasn't a distraction. Hopefully we can get this done, for the sake of everyone down there."
 
Captain T'Shaav arrives from Science Labs - Level 9.
 
Tikar swallos hard. "how is she?" He's at a lab console, but he's not paying attention to it. Instead he's speaking with Dr. Davis who is standing nearby.
 
Ko is standing at the wall with a couple of the security guards. "We're not here to reminisce" She says to the room. "Every second we spend talking about her is a second that the nanites continue to break down."
 
Toran continues to listen, nodding to Ko. "Agreed," he says.
 
Davis looks squarely into Tikar's eyes, her expression resolute. "She's fine. As you might expect in these circumstances, she's tired and a little worn down, but she's fine. The best thing we can do for her is to make this work, Doctor," Davis replies. "Please. I need you to focus. You can do this."
 
The Vulcan captain enters the lab without ceremony. She walks over to Ko, the ranking Starfleet officer. "Status report," she requests.
 
Tikar nods once, then again. "Yes yes, you're right." He turns back to the console. "Have you uploaded the data she gave you into this system?" He goes back to reviewing the work.
 
Ko steps away from the wall to report to T'Shaav. "Lieutenant Davis and Dr. Tikar are working on the maintenance code for the nanites. We're hoping they're able to finish it here in the lab, Captain." She watches everyone. "If it can't be done, we can try with Dr. Tikar's equipment on Bajor."
 
T'Shaav nods briefly. She turns to the major and speaks, but not in a confidential tone. "Major Toran, I am informed that your government has decided," she doesn't say the word finally, but something about her may suggest it, "to request technical aid from Vulcan in this matter."
 
Toran nods to T'Shaav as she enters. "Hopefully, they can get it done soon," he says.
 
"All of the data we gathered is uploaded, Doctor. You should be able to access it from that console," Davis responds. "When you need an uplink to the nanites on the surface, let me know, and I can activate that."
 
Tikar taps away at the console, bringing up the data in question. "I see you have some recent scans and the current degradation status of the nanites. That's very good work, Dr. Davis. This should make things much easier. If you would please begin a quadrological expansion formula based on an entropy ratio differential of 0.92 to 1.08 milidynes per second, I'll prepare the maintenance overlay template."
 
Ko returns to leaning against the wall after reporting to T'Shaav. She watches as Tikar and Davis get to work.
 
T'Shaav comes to stand beside the major. She watches, but without putting eyes on her science officer, which could be a little intimmidating. "Any word of happenings on New Bajor?" She asks the major by way of conversation.
 
Davis taps away at her console. She is silent for a while after that request is made, seemingly quite focused on completing the task. When she's done, she looks up at Tikar across from her. "I've finished. The expansion rate is approximately 3.392. I've sent the full results to your console."
 
"Will that be sufficient?" T'Shaav inquires mildly.
 
Ko overhears T'Shaav talking about New Bajor. She asks, "Captain, do you think the Vulcans will help even with the government's request? Even if they do help, how is it going to resolve how many Bajorans don't want outside help?
 
Tikar doesn't answer right away. He ports over the results of Davis's equation and incorporates it into his code. He presses a few more buttons and creates a projection simulation of the formula they have created and watches it as the time compression displays the projections. "This... is good. It's very good. With this, we should be able to alter the base pairing ratio by just a few hundreths of a point in whatever direction is needed to optimize the restructure rate.. He smiles at Davis. "Excellent work Doctor. I hope you and I may have many opportunities in the future to work together." He downloads the entire program into a data clip and ejects it from the console. "All we have to do now is insert this into the comptuers in the lab on Bajor. The nanites will do the rest." He holds it up toward Davis.
 
Davis takes the data clip and secures it in one of her pockets. "I hope for the same, doctor," she says with a smile. "I have more I'd like to speak with you about, but I think you can understand the need for urgency right now. Unfortunately, I'll have to see you back to the holding area in a moment, so I can head to the surface quickly." She turns toward the gathering of Ko, Toran, and T'Shaav, approaching them. "Ma'am," she says with a nod of greeting, before turning to Ko. "Lieutenant, I could use a pilot to get me there as quickly as possible, if you wish to accompany me." Another look at T'Shaav. "If that's OK with you, captain?"
 
The Vulcan captain answers Ko's question. "Major T'Van, the Vulcan representative here, assured me some days ago that Vulcan is fully ready to act in Bajor's support once the government sent a request for assistant. I am confident the assistance shall come." She regards Davis and Ko together. "Permission granted. I shall accompany you this time. I am understandbly curious."
 
Tikar sighs and his face falls. He looks to Ko for a moment, then back at Davis. "I'm really not a threat to anyone, Doctor. Is it really necessary to put me back in a cell?"
 
Ko's body bends and flexes to push off of the wall once it's clear that Tikar is going to head back into custody. She shakes her head at Davis after she asks for a pilot. "Captain." She says to address T'Shaav while ambling up to the front of the room. "When I came to Emissary Station, you asked me what I thought about things between Bajor and Vulcan." Her hand reaches out for Tikar's shoulder once she's standing alongside him. A flash smile is given to the man. "You compared it to the Kobayashi Maru." Her head swivels back to look at the Vulcan. "Unfortunately, for you..." She taps her commbadge with a self-satisfied look spread heavily across her face. "I don't believe in a no win scenario."
 
Lieutenant (jg) Ko taps her commbadge and says, "IKS yuch Ha', 2 to beam up"
 
A brightening burst of dark red flickering light engulfs Tikar.
 
A brightening burst of dark red flickering light engulfs Ko.
 
Captain T'Shaav enters an alert code on the nearest computer interface panel.
A computer generated voice says, "Red Alert! All hands set condition red!"
 
>Intercom< Captain T'Shaav says, "Ops, track the beamout from this lab and get atractor beam on that ship"
 
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Valeris says, "Not detecting anything at the coordinates, Captain T'Shaav. No life signs, no ship."
 
T'Shaav says, "Follow me"
 
Davis only realizes far too late what's happening. "Wait . . . " She calls out to Ko, a frustrated, even mournful look on her face. When T'Shaav starts calling out orders, she's silent, but she falls in behind her after she's ordered to.
 
:''Operations <Emissary Station>
 
T'Shaav says, "Deploy tachyon pulse as soon as the generator is powered"
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] A vessel begins to decloak
 
Valeris reports, "Two tachyon pulses emitted, Captain. Nothing..." she stops, "New contact, far outside tachyon pulse range. IKS yuch Ha'
 
T'Shaav says, "Hail that ship"
 
T'Shaav says, "On visual"
 
Captain T'Shaav enters an alert code on the nearest computer interface panel.
A computer generated voice says, "Alert status has been cancelled. All personnel, all sections, stand down from alert status."
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Communication to IKS yuch Ha' refused. Connection closed.
 
"They refused the connection, Captain." Valeris reports.
 
T'Shaav says, "Plot there course and get me the hull profile. "
 
Valeris reports, "Klingon bird of prey, which model unknown at this range. Heading towards the Arawath Colony in Cardassian space."
 
T'Shaav says, "That is hardly logical. Hail them again. Lieutenant Ko personally."
 
Davis is clearly shaken and off her game, but she speaks up anyway. "Judging by his behavior, I don't think Doctor Tikar was a part of this plan." And then more quietly, seeming to herself. "I was about to suggest alternate accomodations for him too . . ." Seeming to catch herself, she addresses T'Shaav in her normal tone once more. "Captain, what do you think the Lieutenant's intentions are? If she was acting out of a desire to 'rescue' him, I thought she might approach Doctor Vara on Bajor next, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
 
T'Shaav says, "Mr. Davis, pull everything you can find on Lieutenant Ko. Everything. Her background, her service jacket, even her last physical. That is your top task. I want to know why she would be heading for cardassian territory."
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Communications channel to IKS yuch Ha' open.
 
Valeris says, "Channel open."
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] When the viewscreen flashes on, Ko is sitting in the captain's chair of the Klingon bird-of-prey. "What do you want?" She asks with a beaming grin. "Would you like an encore performance?" Her body rocks forward to sit on the edge of the chair. "I thought it was great myself, but I didn't think you'd appreciate it."
 
"Lieutenant Ko," the Vulcan captain says. Her tone is no different than at any other time. But then, she is a Vulcan. "I do not currently understand the logic of your actions. Unless you are about to tell me that you are, in fact, a Cardassian operative who is taking Doctor Tikar to put his work to use in Cardassian territory." She arches an eyebrow.
 
Davis is silent as the two converse. She's keeping her composure for now, but she's looking directly at Ko from her console behind T'Shaav.
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Ko's amusement has no bounds. "You won't ever understand." She licks her teeth gleefully. "You couldn't possibly comprehend the Bajor perspective, Vulcan. You're thinking is defective." Her eyes stay laser focused on T'Shaav. "Do you want me to spell it out for you? I'll make it simple." She taunts. "We. Don't. Want. Your. Help."
 
The captain meets Ko's gaze. "Yes, Lieutenant Ko. Spell it out for me, as you say. Make the matter plain. I am keen to understand two points. Why a capable Starfleet officer would throw away her career ofer a matter which was already on its way towards resolution. And less personally, you are going deeper into Cardassian territory. That does not make sense, as the problem you are aledgedly so keen to solve is on Bajor. If you would spell it out for me, start with those two things."
 
Davis still isn't adding anything to the conversation.
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] "Resolution?" Ko scoffs. "The one where the Federation can step in and save the day? The one that would keep Bajor under your thumb?" She pushes a button on the captain's chair. "You're stuck thinking that this is about crops. It's not. This is about Bajoran independence. Our freedom to make decisons for ourselves without interference."
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] "The Cardassians pillaged our world for decades. The Federation swept in to be our saviors." Her glee shifts into anger. "What did that get us? Have you even been to Bajor? We're completely dependent on the Federation. We're a vassal. Nothing more." She starts to laugh.
 
T'Shaav listens, sensing that the Bajoran perhaps is not done.
 
Davis looks to T'Shaav. "May I?" she asks simply, seeming to be asking for permission to cut in.
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Ko waits while Davis interrupts her monologue.
 
"How is Doctor Tikar?" Davis asks simply. She looks tired. That much hasn't changed. The feelings on her face beyond that look complicated, though they don't show very much.
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Ko stands from the captain's chair. "Dr. Tikar, Hero of Bajor and the Rakantha Province, is doing very well." She seems upset by the implications. "You'll hear from us soon. First, we have unfinished business with the Cardassians." Her eyes look to a Klingon standing behind her. The transmission ends.
 
[Viewscreen (52130)] Connection to IKS yuch Ha' terminated.
 
Davis stares at the viewscreen for a few moments, eyes drifting downward. "I did not see that coming. She almost seems like a different person. I can't tell whether there's something wrong with her, or I've been an enormous fool, or she's just that good of a liar. Honestly, it feels like all three." She turns toward T'Shaav. "Captain, I understand the haste needed with looking into Lieutenant Ko. If you want, I can do that now. But as a reminder, the crisis in Bajor is still looming. I'd like your permission to first get down to the surface and implement Doctor Tikar's maintenance program, to at least stabilize the situation for now."
 
T'Shaav let's out a long, almost but not quite inaudible, sigh. "DO it, Lieutenant. Commander Valeris can clear you for one of the shuttles that you may pilot. And do not regret things too much. After the report I am obliged to write, everyone from Bajor to the chief of Starfleet Operations is going to share that regret."
 
Major Toran arrives from Central Turbolift.
 
T'Shaav is turning away from the command console. She does not observe the lift. "Ask Major Toran to report to my office, yesterday," she says to her chief of ops.
 
Toran enters operations. "Yesterday, would be illogical captain," he says. "Is now reasonably sufficient? I figured it best to talk to you at any rate captain."
 
"One small request, before I go," Davis adds. "You will, of course, exercise your own judgment in your report, and I'm not asking you to do otherwise. But if you agree with me that Doctor Tikar didn't quite seem like a willing participant, please include that. Much more than any zealot rushing off to exact vengeance," this bit seems to refer to Ko, "he represents a real hope for Bajor. I've been rushing around so much that I never got a chance to fully confirm this via my conversations, but I also don't believe he's guilty of what I would consider intellectual property theft. Based on what little I've heard from him so far, I think his technology is closer to a clean sheet design gained from first principles learned at the Vulcan Science Academy. If his reputation and status can be maintained, Bajor still needs him, and I'd rather Starfleet doesn't paint him as guilty by association." She lets out a truly pained sigh here. "Though who knows how things will turn out. I truly hope they're not planning to do what I'm afraid they're doing."
 
T'Shaav regards Davis as the Human speaks. "Lieutenant, I cannot attest to the truthfulness or the falsehood of Ko's tatements concerning the doctor's involvement. I shall state only that much concerning him in my report. Your theory, if it were demonstrable, might help his case in his extradition hearing. Provided we ever see him again. Brief the Major on these events," she says," nodding to Major. "Because, Major, you will be speaking with your government shortly."
 
Toran nods to T'Shaav as she spekas. "I assume, you wish lieutenant Davis and myself to travel to the Capitol?" he asks. "Shakaar Edon has been put on a readiness posture, just in case. And now, a Klingon vessel as of yet unknown origin. I would wonder if it's related at all, even tangentially, to the battle module currently docked to Emissary Station." He shakes his head. "But that's a little besides the point now. We have 2 active situations, and really one we can do something about. Though, does Emissary Station not possess a tachyon generator captain?"
 
"I still need to implement Doctor Tikar's maintenance program, and it's still urgent," Davis states plainly. "The quicker you can get me back to Doctor Vara's farm, the better."
 
"Major, the vessel, the yuch Ha', carrying Lieutenant Ko and the doctor, whose level of participation in these events is unknown, was out of tachyon range by the time we could engage the pulse. SHe spoke with us, however. That ship is now on its way to the Arawath colony in Cardassian territory. To answer your more pressing question, yes, please escort my chief science officer to Bajor immediately to impliment the technical solutions she and the doctor derived just before his ... departure."
 
Toran nods. "Gladly captain," he says. "Lieutenant Davis, are you ready for departure?"
 
"I am," Davis replies.
 
The LCARS panel beeps at Captain T'Shaav as they modify the ship's roster.
 
T'Shaav takes a moment to remove Ko's security clearance from the station's computer. "Then be on your way." she tells the two. "Commander, you have ops," she says to Valeris, moving towards the lift at a brisk walk, her face even more ... unreadable than usual."
 
Toran nods and taps his badge. "Shakaar Edon, 2 to transport," he says.
 
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Toran.
 
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
 
:''Bridge <BMV Shakaar Edon>
 
Toran enters the bridge and starts giving orders. "Prepare to undock, bring us to internal power. Ops, get departure clearance, sfbaj frequency."
 
Davis beams up alongside Toran, falling in behind him as he heads for the bridge. She's quiet for most of the walk, and she stays that way as Toran starts to issue orders to his crew to get the ship underway. She doesn't take a station, simply standing out of the way for the moment.
 
A male Bajoran voice says, "Alert status has been cancelled. All personnel, all sections, stand down from alert status."
 
An echo runs through the hull as the docking clamps disengage.
 
Toran orders the ship underway and looks to Davis. "Let's get this done as quickly as possible," he says. "Then," he sighs, "We can deal with the rammifications of the absconding Klingon vessel."
 
"Yes. Lets." Davis seems about to yawn for a second, only to quickly tamp it down, blinking a few times. It's less boredom and more fatigue. She turns toward Toran. "Did you know Lieutenant Ko at all? I haven't been on station long. I thought I understood her a little, but I guess not."
 
Toran shakes his head. "Know her?" he asks. "Hardly. I worked with her briefly, as you did. Little else. I cannot profess to have known her in any serious way." He taps on his uplink. "We'll just beam down from here. Prepare for transport."
 
"I'm ready," Davis replies.
 
Toran nods. "Stand by for our signal to return," he tells the bridge at large, before tapping on his device.
 
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Toran.
 
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
 
:''Farmland <Bajor>
 
Davis materializes alongside Toran, but she doesn't linger long, instead heading directly for the barn. She turns toward Toran as she walks, briefly offering a weary smile. "Thank you for this, by the way, Major." And then she pushes the button at the lab's entrance.
 
You knock with 'Doctor Vara. It's me, Anjali Davis from Emissary Station. I have the nanite maintenance program.'.
 
Toran approaches the barn and nods to Davis as he draws near. "This is a high priority for Bajor. Doing anything less would be deriliction," he replies.
 
"She's probably going to ask me about him," Davis says quietly, a rueful note in her otherwise flat tone. "She has been through so much, and now this."
 
Toran sighs. "I can't pretend to fully understand myself, never having been in love, but still," he shakes his head. "She's been through hell. Let's see if we can make at least one part of that better."
 
Nisah shuffles over to the door and opens it. "You have the program?" she asks. "Where did you get it?"
 
Davis smiles. "Doctor Tikar made it, back on Emissary Station. I assisted him with some of the calculations. I know I'm imposing, but may I please come in and perhaps ask for your assistance? I'd like to get it installed right away. Doctor Tikar told me I'd need to use the computers here."
 
"Rilan gave you the code?" the tired Bajoran scientist asks. "And you helped him develop it? That's, that's great. Yes, please come in." She walks in, leaving the door open for the others as she heads for a work station. "How is he doing? Rilan? Did he send you with... maybe a message for me?" She turns a hopeful gaze on her visitors.
 
:''Repurposed Barn <Bajor>
 
Toran walks in with Davis, a sense of urgency to his expression. "We know the timing is critical, and the sooner this gets done, the better for everyone on Bajor," he says.
 
Toran nods. "I'm going to let you two work, but if you need me for anything, you know where to find me," he says.
 
A disappointed look falls over Nisah's face. "He didn't even think of me, did he?" Her question is delivered in heavy tones. "Yeah, go head. That port will do." She steps away, turning her face to the side as she dabs the corner of her eye with a nuckle.
 
Davis inserts the dataclip and begins uploading the program to the computer. She looks over at Nisah. "Does this look about right to you before we do the final upload to the nanites?"
 
Toran continues to watch without comment.
 
Nisah looks over. "Huh? Oh, I... I don't know anything about the program." Her voice is shaking. She's clearly trying to keep control of her emotions. "But that did boot up the nanite control subroutines, yes."
 
Davis starts tapping her way through the process, a string of beeps accompanying her. "Ah, I see. Yeah, I should be able to do this." There's a bit more quiet time from her as she works, and then one final, slightly louder beep seems to signal she's done. "OK. Program uploaded. The nanites should be receiving the new instructions now." She watches the screen closely, looking for readings, before turning to Toran. "It's looking good so far, in terms of stabilizing the nanite population. We'll have to wait and see for soil effects."
 
Toran nods to Davis, relaxing slightly. "This is the first good news I've heard in a long time," he says.
 
Nisah sniffs, but her professional curiosity can't be swayed at this time. She looks over the data on the screen. "The nanite degradation rate is leveling out." She switches the tabs to show the other fields which have also been treated with the nanites. She flips through them all one by one. "Site 2, site 3, site 4, 5, 6... They're all stabalizing." To herself she whispers, though the others can hear it clearly, "Rilan, you did it."
 
Davis herself watches the readings that Nisah pulls up, allowing a slight smile to creep onto her face. That fades away as her demeanor grows a bit more serious, but her voice softens when she continues. "Doctor Vara, could you sit with me for a bit? I'd like to talk to you, if you'd indulge me for the moment." She looks around, finding two loose chairs, arranging them to face each other. She sets one next to Nisah, and then sits on the other herself. The distance is conversational, though not so close that two people sitting on them would crowd each other.
 
Toran walks a little closer as well, but remains silent.
 
Nisah watches Davis arrange the furniture and frowns. "Something's happened. You're about to give me some bad news, aren't you?" She stiffens, standing where she is instead of taking the chair.
 
"Unfortunately, yes," Davis says. She stands to match Nisah. As she continues, her tone is somewhere between forthright and empathetic. "To start with, I want to be very clear about one thing. Doctor Tikar does think of you. While we were working, I brought up your name, to explain the data you provided to us. He was visibly emotional. He seemed genuinely concerned about you and asked how you were doing, to the point that I worried I might have overly distracted him during our work. I don't know exactly what's in his heart, but based on my limited experience with him, he cares about you a great deal." She lets out a slow breath. "The bad news is this. Shortly after we completed our work, Doctor Tikar was taken. A rogue Bajoran Starfleet officer beamed him and herself to a waiting ship, then escaped before the Station could respond. We aren't sure exactly what her intentions are. She seems to see herself as a liberator fighting for Bajor, and I believe she respects Tikar enough that she won't kill him, but I also don't believe her intentions are entirely positive. I'm telling you all of this because I feel you have a right to know." She pauses. "Both Starfleet and the BDF are going to do everything we can to bring him back safely."
 
Toran nods. "A Klingon vessel, we believe. Class unknown, precise location unknown, but possibly heading into Cardassian space," he says. "Neither Starfleet nor the BDF has custody of him, but he was taken rather suddenly. As lieutenant Davis said, we honestly don't know what the intentions are of those who have him now."
 
Nisah absorbs this. About half way through the explanation, tears begin spilling down her cheeks. She turns away and takes a few steps, back to the Emissary officers. Her shoulders sag. When she turns back toward them, however, she's wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands and there's an expression of relief on her face. "Oh, thank the Prophets," she whispers. "I thought you were going to tell me that he had been killed in a fight with those protestors, or that he has been turned over to the Vulcans to face charges." She smiles. It's a sad smile, but a smile anyway. "But if a Bajoran nationalist has taken him away, or what they might see as liberated him, then I know that he's safe. He's a hero to Bajor. They would never harm him."
 
"That is my hope too," Davis says with a slight smile. "I'm sorry about all of this, Doctor Vara. I'm just a scientist, at the end of the day, but I really did want to do my best to protect him. I was hoping for an ending where his name was cleared, and he could return safely here." She looks at Toran. "Unfortunately, I'm not sure we can stay any longer. Major Toran has to get to work, as you might imagine, and I need to return to the station. If any developments happen with the soil or plants, please feel free to contact me via subspace."
 
Toran nods. "I've neglected my patrol duties for a time, because this has been more important," he says. "But we are not going to give up on Tikar Rilan."
 
"If you find him, tell him that I'm here, and I'm waiting." Nisah seems to be collecting herself nicely. Her smile is still sad, but it's a little brighter than before. "Thank you for coming. I'll let you know how the nanites do."

RP Log: Assistance from the BDF

2026-02-09T00:20:02Z

RP Log: Farming on Bajor

2026-02-09T00:03:14Z

RP Log: Emergency Meeting with The CO

2026-02-08T23:52:30Z

RP Log: How To Make Friends

2026-02-06T05:45:17Z

RP Log: Finding Order

2026-02-04T01:46:22Z

RP Log: The Search for Choma

2026-02-03T06:35:14Z

RP Log: Ensign Hayes Reporting For Duty

2026-01-30T22:52:35Z

RP Log: Ensign Nimah Wears a New Hat

2026-01-30T20:53:08Z

RP Log: We're Still Starfleet

2026-01-30T06:14:14Z

RP Log: Well, There's Your Problem

2026-01-29T20:27:27Z

RP Log: Ensign Stone's Very Bad Day

2026-01-28T06:25:44Z

RP Log: The Carpet is Calling

2026-01-25T21:06:04Z

RP Log: Doctors, Diplomats, and Bajoran Prisoners

2026-01-24T02:49:40Z

RP Log: What The Heck is Underspace?

2026-01-24T02:06:27Z

RP Log: Reporting for Duty - Chief Science Officer

2026-01-24T01:52:56Z

RP Log: From Bad to Worse

2026-01-18T20:27:57Z

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[[Category:RP Logs]][[Category: 2460]]
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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" | '''Participants:'''
* [[Tilar]]
* [[ch'Vyran]]
* [[Sawyer]]
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* [[Ryu]]
* [[Palmas]]
* [[McAllister]]
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* Trauma Center <USS Phoenix>
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:''Trauma Center - Main Wing <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
:''The trauma center can be a bustle of activity when severe injuries occur. This ward is capable of handling multiple injured personnel simultaneously, with the room separated into six sections, with a biobed in each. An alcove off to the side provides quick access to equipment and supplies needed for several types of emergencies. Black, glossy panelling runs uninterrupted along the bulkheads at shoulder height near the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Ryu in its place.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Palmas in its place.
 
Ryu 's unconcious body materialises on a biobed, the monitors imediately display teh vitas as being critical and the symbiont is in distress
 
Palmas waves friendly. "I've only got a bit of a stab wound." He points to the other, "She, on the other hand, isn't doing too hot."
 
Tilar moves into the trauma bay swiftly, shedding her outermost coat and tossing it off to one side. "Incoming wounded. Prepare for resuscitation," she calls to whichever staff are nearby. A sideways look is given to Palmas, a quick visual once over before she points him at one of the other biobeds. "Sit. If no one gets to you before I do, I need you to tell me if you start to feel any escalating symptoms, got it?" Then she's moving swiftly over to Ryu, eyes quickly scanning over the readout of the vitals. "Prepare to remove the symbiont, but that is a last resort. I want them both to stay alive here."
 
Palmas nods as he quite politely sits down on one of the other biobeds. "I'm rooting for y'all to work y'all's magic." He looks at Ryu, visibly concerned- even through the armored eva suit, "I'm not up to date with all the latest medical journals, so, I can shut up. If they need a temporary body to store the symbiont in I'm happy to volunteer." There's a softness in his voice, "Better to have a plan in case of disaster, after all."
 
Ryu groans in pain and strain shows in her face as she struggles back to weak conciousness and says "Ryu....Ryu....calm...calm.." the symbiont continues to show distress
 
"Odds are that it would actually be me," Tilar tells Palmas with a thin smile, no real mirth behind it. "But I appreciate the offer, Ensign." The doctor lets her eyes skim over the scans as they start to fill the display and she gives a slight frown before her expression shifts back to neutral. Work mode. Gloves are retrieved and she slides them on before quickly running a pair of scissors up each leg to peel the slimy coating off of the officer. "Computer, pull up the file on the Quire anti-toxin. Cross-reference it with the recent simulations and optimize for Joined Trill physiology."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
Ryu drifts in and out of conciousness
 
Tilar's movements are swift and purposeful, the pauses few and short-lived. The skin that has been exposed to the slime through the hole in the EVA suit is carefully cleaned off and sanitized. "Hang in there, Ryu. We're not done yet. I've got you. Both of you." Her words are soft but firm as she works, confident despite her concern for her patient. Eyes slide up to Ryu's face and then back down to the wound itself. "Don't give up on me there, Lieutenant. I'm not done yet, so you better not be either." Her attention shifts to the readings on the panel and she puffs out a small breath, grabbing a hypospray to help equalize the chemical levels for the symbiont.
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "No viable anti-toxin for Trill symbiote physiology found."
 
Palmas winces, but says nothing aloud.
 
Ryu groans and her eyes weakly open and says "If..it....has....to happen.....Ryu....has....Priority...." she continues to breath weakly
 
"What about for unjoined Trill?" Tilar asks the computer as a followup, thinking through options, eyes shifting around quickly as she presses a hypospray to Ryu's neck. "Optizmied for unjoined Trill." Her lips press into a thin line and she shifts her focus from the person to the symbiont, thinking for a few moments before just shaking her head. "I'm going to remove some of the tissue around the symbiont and see if I can replace it with healthy tissue. Maybe that will help it stabilize and heal." One hand reaches over, the next set of tools acquired as she focuses on Ryu's abdomen. Eyes shift up to Ryu's face and she gives the patient a small smile, nodding. "I know. I understand. I'm trying to keep you together, but I understand. Better than most."
 
Palmas looks at the rather grim situation. He slowly removes the eva gear, trying not to make too much of a fuss or noise as the medical emergency is happening
 
Ryu nods and keeps still and says "Try....cross...matching..the..base...pair...sequences of...something...the corrosive...burn..through" she tries to keep her scientific knowledge active to keep her calm
 
Tilar squints at Ryu, thinking about what she's trying to say for a moment before speaking. "Computer, analyze the slime that's on Lieutenant Ryu's EVA suit and look for materials that would be resistant to its corrosion," she tries, looking at the scientist for confirmation briefly before refocusing her efforts on the symbiont. "Ryu, this is working. For now, at least. This is buying us time, but I'm looking for a better solution."
 
Palmas offers, ready to clam up again at the slightest indication from either party. "Is there a way to isolate the toxins? Blast whatever's still coursing through their system and kill it faster than it can kill them?" He glances back down at Ryu, "Kind of like a fever does? I'm not sure how medically sound that'd be."
 
Commander Sawyer arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.
 
Ryu closes her eyes and ponders and says "...how...does....the...toxin...react..to....intense heat?" she holds back the pain
 
"That's the anti-toxin I've got the computer working on," Tilar says to Palmas. "I wanted it optimized for joined Trill, but that's not an option. So I'm getting it optimized for unjoined, and I'll just have to stabilize everyone together separately. If I can get the Lieutenant stable, then I can focus on Ryu." The question from her patient has her pausing briefly and thinking. "Opposite. Cold." The statement is made to no particular person, but she's moving to retrieve a device to freeze the affected tissue, monitoring the biosigns carefully for the response to this method.
 
At the moment, Tilar is working swiftly around Ryu on the biobed, her outermost coat tossed to one side, a pair of gloves on her hands. The EVA suit Ryu came in with has been cut away, and there is what appears to be a burn mark on her abdomen that Tilar is currently trying to treat. Biosigns indicate both Ryu and the symbiont are unstable, and the computer is working on optimizing the Quire anti-toxin for unjoined Trill physiology.
 
Palmas is sitting on another biobed nearby, a stab wound bleeding slowly. Not life-threatening.
 
Palmas offers a salute towards the Commander as he walks in. He then promptly winces as it clearly pulls on some of the wounded flesh. "Sir." He promptly lowers the salute, his face revealing a worry he's exasterbated the stab wound somehow. He nods at Tilar's explanation. "I'll admit, I don't super get how anti-toxins work and between the blood-loss and just how loud all the death on the ship was and how fast everyone's thinking..." There's a pause, "It's kind of hard to just get a rip of understanding from everything swirling around like I'd normally be able to do."
 
The CMO pokes his head in and takes in the situation. His voice doesn't betray his serious read of the situation. "Howdy there. Got everything ya need, Vi? Or can I get ya anythin'?"
 
Ryu is laying on the biobed, barely concious...she turns towards the arriving Commander and squints and says "Tontro?" she blinks and says "Weakly.......whatever you have...planned...better...do..it..soon.."
 
"Ground yourself, Ensign," Tilar says, though she doesn't look away from her work. "Don't get distracted by everyone and everything else. You're trained for high-stress situations. You want to help? Slap on a pair of gloves and sample that." Her head tips over to the slime on the floor near her. Then Sawyer is appearing and she tilts her head to gesture for him to join her. "I might need a hand," she tells him, certainly not too proud to ask for it. "She was hit with a corrosive slime that ate through the suit. It's effects are like the Quire toxin, but apparently not insantly lethal. Which has given me enough time to remove some damaged tissue and replace it with healthy tissue. I've got the computer optimizing the anti-toxin I made last time for unjoined Trill physiology, and we need to give that as soon as it's finished. I can either use another set of hands here, or you can patch up Ensign Palmas there."
 
Palmas is a simple man. He was told to do a task, he intends to do it. He looks at one of the passerbys, or frankly- anyone with something sufficient enough to cauterize a wound, before continuing on to get gloved up and collect a sample. He does wait until he's not actively bleeding, either through being patched up or some other modern medical solution. Once that thread is resolved, however, off the biobed and off to go help examine the slime.
 
Ryu 's hallucinations begin to intensify as not only has Tontro replaced Sawyer, Jen and Felicity have replaced both Tilar and Palmas, she blinks and then lays back, loses conciousness again
 
Sawyer nods to Tilar and moves over to Palmaz. "Hold it right there, son," he says with a smile. "Or I'll use thread to stitch ya up."
 
Palmas is handled, and Tilar is focused on Ryu. The tool in hand carefully moves over her abdomen, freezing the affected tissue. Her gaze alternates between the task literally at her hands and the biosigns, eyes flicking back and forth between the two to see how effective this method is.
 
Palmas smiles warmly, the short chuckle doing a poor job of reflecting the warmth of his grin, instead ribbons of shared pain ring like short sharp spikes upon his tone. He goes over to collect a sample from the slime, as requested, before putting it in whichever device is indicated by the head honchos.
 
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
 
"Doc, I could use a hand with that anti-toxin," Tilar calls over to Sawyer, her gaze more focused on the actual physical work at the moment. "I'm good, but I can't do both at once."
 
The vessel drops out of warp.
 
Ryu remains out for the count, the toxin has been slowed but continues to slowly progress
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.
 
Sawyer runs a scan over Palmaz, makes sure he'll keep and then moves to aid Tilar with the more urgent issue. "Alright, VI, what can I do fer ya. Nolen! Good man."
 
"Someone mentioned there was a commotion in trauma, figured I'd pop my head in" Nolan says, body on autopilot to position himself somewhere helpful for whoever's leading the case.
 
"I don't care which one of you does it, but get that anti-toxin optimized for Trill physiology. There are simulations on file that I ran. Joined Trill is not an option, so optimize it for unjoined," Tilar says, eyes shifting sideways towards ch'Vyran as he appears before refocusing on her patient.
 
At the moment, her patient is Lieutenant Ryu, whose EVA suit has been cut away and Tilar is working on what appears to be a burn wound on her abdomen. Bioreadings indicate a not-quite-stable situation, though the progression of whatever has harmed Ryu is slowed for the moment.
 
Sawyer swears lavishly beneath his breath. "Poinsons, and joined Trill. What in holy hell happened?" he starts running over the data files about the toxin.
 
Having been properly patched up, is no longer bleeding all over the nice medical bay but instead is gloved up. The yellow-adorned Ensign with crumpled hair from the suit responds, while sampling per the instructions of Doctor Tilar. "She got spit on by the fellow on the ship we boarded. He didn't take too kindly to shooting his engineers and trying to blow up his warp drive."
 
Nolan starts to set up the biobed for Ryu, bringing the arch over the patient and masking out the afflicted tissue to setup a working area. The hybrid brings up a magnified view of the burn for everyone to see. For his part, Nolan peers at the tissue until something is asked of him.
 
Tilar pauses briefly to give Sawyer A Look. "You really need to read some of my stuff," she tells him before summarizing. "There is a toxin used by the Protectorate. It kills instantly. That's what killed Lieutenant Avil. I created an anti-toxin then, and have it on file. I recently ran some simulations on other species, so there should be information on file about optimizing the toxin. It's instantly lethal to Trill symbionts, so I'm currently, physically, stopping the poison from getting too close by using tissue grafts and cold. I need that anti-toxin optimized for unjoined Trill and synthesized."
 
The hybrid doctor taps at the computer interface, working through permutations and antigens, antennae twitching madly. It's an excruciating five minutes but he arrives at something that the computer indicates is congruent with the initial dataset. Another minute goes by and the synthesis is completed. He removes the vial and brings it back to the biobed. "Based on your initial research and what we know of unjoined Trill biology, this is theoretically compatible and should do what we need it to do.... theoretically" he reemphisizes.
 
While Nolan works on the anti-toxin, Tilar continues to carefully mitigate the spread manually, touching the freezing tool here and there to keep the toxin from getting too close to the symbiont. Her eyes flick up and over periodically, checking to see where Nolan is at, though her focus is mostly on the patient on the bed. "Theoretically is always how medicine starts. Synthesize it and give it," she says. "I can't do damage control forever."
 
Nolan nods and loads the anti-toxin into the surgical arch, stratigically injecting it into the perimeter of the afflicted area first before administering it more generally to the body. He keeps an eye on the tissue to look for any apparent changes.
 
Biobed readings show improvement in the host, but the symbiote is still in trouble.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving McAllister in its place.
 
"Good. That's a start." Tilar sets the freezing tool aside, the toxin managed for the moment. "We might need to remove the symbiont if we can't get it stable, Nolan." Her lips purse and she exhales slowly, thinking. "I need ideas. Give me some ideas. We've got the anti-toxin on board. It will not be effective for the symbiont. I've excised and replaced the damaged tissue. I've frozen off parts where the toxin was trying to spread, and that anti-toxin should help the host, but it won't help the symbiont."
 
All three trauma bays begin to fill up with injured Uaye, all from slash wounds from a glaive.
 
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
 
"These final moments are intoxication enough..." Quint mumbles as he rematerialises before slumping over into unconciousness, the rifle in his hands clattering to the deck.
 
The vessel drops out of warp.
 
"Can't separate the host and not kill the patient" Nolan reminds Vi. "Do we have another host who cou-" he starts and then the flood happens. "Good god" he mutters. "Nurses, I need nurses to triage, now!" the hybrid shouts before taking a deep breath and recentering himself. "Either we work the problem for the symbiont too or we go the route of transfer, but even then, the transfer might poison another host"
 
Commander Sawyer taps something in on the computer interface panel.
 
>Intercom< Commander Sawyer says, "All medical duty personnel report to main sickbay for triage duty."
Sawyer says, "Nolen, you take one bay, I'll take another. Vi. Triague duty, statt, people."
 
Palmas chimes up again as he does his best to help the fellows out with the deluge of injured, his eyes defocus a bit as he reiterates whatever the nearby nurse or doctoral staff say. "Happy to help" as his voice warbles in that strange betazoid way when he's not fully himself and truly embracing the thoughts around him.
 
"I know," Tilar says through slightly clenched teeth, lifting her eyes up to look at Nolan and swallowing drily. "I don't want it, but I won't let Ryu die. But if the symbiont dies, the host dies anyway. Thus my need for ideas. As for poisoning a secondary host, I'd suggest giving the anti-toxin ahead of time. It seems to be working." A nod is given to the unconscious person on the biobed.
 
Then the trauma bay is being flooded with patients and she blinks a few times. "Well. Fun. Doc, I'm a bit busy with Ryu here. I'm not sure I can leave yet. I have the most experience with that toxin so far, and that's the main injury. The Uaye should be immune to it, but all medical personnel should be wearing gloves; it's lethal for other species and does transfer through skin contact."
 
Nolan returns Vi's look with a sympathetic one of his own. "Trill are hard. Trust me. Given the facts I would be trying to treat the symbiont in Ryu. If the Symbiont is poisoned, putting it in a new host might leave us with three dead entities... We can't risk an unjoined trill on a gamble that preloading them with the anti-toxin might fix the symbiont" he says before disengaging to glove up and hit another bay. "Keep talking to us, I think you've got the most complicated case there"
 
Sawyer says, "Computer! Activate emergency medical holographic program!"
 
Palmas helps out where he can, bringing band-aids and medical tools. Operating, essentially, like a runner more than anything else.
 
"That's what I'm trying to do, but I'm running out of ideas." Tilar moves her hands over the side of the panel on the biobed, adjusting the biochemical levels to best support the symbiont. "If I can just get it stable-ish, or at least not deteriorating, I'd feel better. That would at least be a start." She exhales slowly, closing her eyes as she thinks. "The host is stable. The symbiont is mildly toxified. Biochemical levels are being supported by the bed. Toxic substance has been removed. Affected tissue has been removed and replaced with healthy tissue. Symbiont is still in distress. What am I missing...?"
 
Sawyer moves around the various bays, lending a hand, but in the main, he steers clear of horning in on his doctors.
 
"How does the symbiont share nutrients with the host?" Nolan offers, working his own patient shut with the auto-suture.
 
"Already got that one," Tilar confirms with a nod to Nolan. "I'm going to try... well, I've never done this before, but something akin to bypass?" She squints thoughtfully, hands moving over the console at the surgical arch. "The host is stable now. The toxin is neutralizing as we would like. I'm going to keep the Lieutenant sedated for the time being until such time as the symbiont stabilizes, because I am going to set this up to externally support the symbiont. In theory, the connection between the two should heal and stabilize on its own, but we need to keep the symbiont alive long enough for that to happen. I'm going to simulate something like the caves where they live without actually extracting the symbiont. When it stabilizes, we can ease off on that support. It's the closest I can think of without actually removing it."
 
"If you think it'll work, do it. Like you said, Ryu dies anyway if the symbiont dies" Nolan says, patching up his patient and turfing them to recovery. He has a look around. "Hey, hey! Why's he still on the ground?" he asks of the room about him before walking over and, as gracefully as time allows, hauling McAllister to a bed.
 
Sawyer is working over one of the more severely injured Uaye. THe computer doesn't have a lot of data, so he's learning as he goes, the bed on full deep tissue and submolecular scan modes.
 
Lieutenant Commander McAllister lays on Biobed (24670).
 
Nolan sets McAllister down on the bed and takes stock of the situation, pulling the arch over and starting deep scans.
 
Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. His voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent.
 
Palmas glances across the way back towards Ryu as Doctor Tilar continues her work. He reiterates, "That spit that guy on the ship hit her with ate through her Eva suit pretty bad. It's a miracle you were able to stabalize her at all." There's clear relief in his voice, "It was a matter of minutes between when the spit ate through the suit and when she fully collapsed." Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. While first his voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent. "There's a uniqueness element to their blood." It shifts, alien in the very way the sounds are being formed- a strange speaking patter that's clear it's a synthesis of thoughts that aren't his own.
 
Nolan looks over his shoulder at Palmas and raises an eyebrow. "Phil, we gotta keep this one on a short leash, that's a neat trick" he chuckles before turning back to McAllister. "You're torn up but not poisoned. Alright, let's start with a heavy seditive, you're way too wound up"
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to adminster sedative to McAllister to fight the adrenaline in his system before lowering the laprascopic surgical instruments into the wound to begin weaving things back into one piece.
 
Ensign Palmas stands up from Biobed (24669).
 
Sawyer is working over this particular Uaye member, running hemotological analysis and frowning. "This is complicated. Where's the EMH?"
 
"Pretty sure it already got deployed" Nolan comments. "I think I saw it in the hall somewhere, you might need to force reset it. It loves it when you do that"
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin the process of nano-suturing muscle fibres together again, weaving them into one another and restoring bloodflow as he goes
 
Sawyer moves across the bays, one, then another, then another, lending a hand, assisting in a srugery here and there, helping nurses and junior medical officers interpret biosigns on the alien species, plural.
 
Palmas turns his head towards another member of the injured collective. His knuckles white as he holds himself up with the wall as he listens to the defeaning noise of the large volume of wounded thoughts. His voice oddly warbles as he recites various species oddities from the wided menagerie of the triage troupe. A strange organ that provides for increased recovery here, a genetic predisposition stressing out a patient there. Pulling focus from the cacophony he speaks. "I can go fetch it, sir."
 
Nolan looks at Palmas again and this time his look is much less impressed. "Hey, sit back down, you don't look so hot. If you can't get your head straight with all the psyonic yelling in here, you probably need to not be here"Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to slowly work up towards the surface layer, reconnecting blood vessels on the way up with the tiny laproscopic instruments
 
Sawyer continues moving around. "Nolen, how's it going?" He asks, not interfering with the deputy CMO's work.
 
Palmas looks at Nolan. Well, he looks /past/ Nolan, his gaze managing to stare through the man while his eyes remain level. "There is pain here. There is sorrow. I can assist." He does conceed to the wisdom of the doctor and his stance does shift, taking some pressure of his hands and loosening his knees so he doesn't pass out and become a detriment to the medical efforts. He continues to attempt to assist the various miling about, though clearly taking strides to take in much less information. Or, at least that's what it looks like. Visually only minute details have changed.
 
"Fine, McAllister here got a deep cut. He won't be lifting anything over ten pounds for two months, but he'll be fine" Nolan affirms. "Keep an eye on him, he's gonna burn out if he's not careful" the hybrid states, head tilting towards Palmas
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin putting some final touches on the surface level stitching work, closing up the wound
 
Sawyer moves off, leaving Ch'Vyran to it. He lends a hand here and there, speaking a kind word to this patient or that.
 
Palmas continues trying to assist in the limited manner the not-doctor can.
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to tie the final knot on the final stitch
"Alright, he's done" Nolan says, taking a second to turn about and sigh. He has a look around but allows himself two seconds to rest. "Thoughts so far Phil?"
 
"Haven't lost anyone, so, it's a good day," Sawyer says.
 
Palmas seeing as the rush has appeared to die down, non-fatally, slumps back into a biobed to relax a hair.
 
"I suppose" Nolan nods and takes on a new patient, one of the aliens now. The tempo and temperature seem to have calmed down a bit
 
Sawyer walks over to Palmaz. "You're done playing nurse made. Now relax, Mr. Palmaz and let me look at you."
 
McAllister is collected by a member of nursing staff and moved over to the recovery wing
 
Lieutenant Commander McAllister goes Out.
 
Nolan stabilizes his patient and takes the opportunity to join Phil as the rest of the medical staff start to get the worst of it under control. "That was some pretty fast thinking. Heavy thinking too, I imagine" he compliments Palmas
 
Palmas speaks, his voice having returned to a normal-ish sounding tone. "Betwixt the deaths on the ship and the cluster of thoughts here... Ouch my head."
 
"Let me clue ya in, Mr. Palmaz," Sawyer grumps. "Just because you're a damned telepath doesn't mean ya should willy nilly expose yourself to any damned mental trauma. Ok? You're not a superhero, and I want ya to remember that so I'm not treating you for psychic distress. Understood?" He runs a scan on the man, checking also his neural state.
 
Nolan takes a softer tone, preparing something for the headache. "That was a brave thing to do though, probably saved us all some running around and kept these folks from dying"
 
Palmas looks at Sawyer. "If I could turn it off, I would have by now." There's a grim sadness to the tone. "Sir." He adds in, deferentially.
 
Sawyer grunts and claps the Zoid on the shoulder. "It's your people's curse, Mr. Palmaz. I suggest ya talk with some longer-serving Betazoid officers and see how they handle it. Commander Choma, for example."
 
"I'm applying a numbing agent for your telepathic abilities" Nolan states. "Just to dim things down for an hour or so, make it easier to relax"
 
Palmas looks at Nolan with a deep wealth of gratitude, "You, sir, are a superhero." He salutes again.
 
Sawyer smiles. "I'll leave yall to it." He nods approvingly to Nolen and heads out.
 
Nolan nods and keeps tending to Palmas. "Feeling a little better now?"
 
Commander Sawyer goes Out.
 
Palmas rubs his forehead. The gesture doesn't actually do anything, but the vibe makes him feel better. "I was doing well enough for the most part. I try not to subject myself to too much noise buy my head was still ringing after the deaths from the away mission." He nods, "It's like when an explosive goes off and your ears ring afterwards, but psychically. Eventually the ringing wore off and it was just so /much/. And they all think ever so slightly differently." He chuckles, "I try to avoid numbing agents generally, but just this once is a relief. Thanks, Doc."
 
"I understand, I happen to be somewhat psyonically inclined myself" Nolan nods. "Just raw electrical impulse for me"
 
Palmas nods. "I'm sorry to hear that."
 
"Oh pshhhh" Nolan Pssshs. "It's not so bad. Helpful in fights, get a good sense for when someone is getting ready to throw a haymaker"
 
Palmas laughs. "You'd think I'd have been able to dodge the knife since I knew it was coming for me."
 
"It's not always in the cards like that" Nolan chuckles. "Think you'll be alright?"
 
Palmas nods. "I'll be fine. I think there's a couple of wounded who need much more attention than I." He glances over towards where Mcallister got carted away from. "Looks like I was the least wounded of the three Starfleetskateers."
 
"Seems to be. Ready to move to recovery?" Nolan asks, signalling a nurse over
 
Palmas nods. "Aye aye."
 
Palmas waves off as he chitterchatters with a nice nurse about the night's excitement

RP Log: From Bad to Worse

2026-01-18T20:03:58Z

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* [[Tilar]]
* [[ch'Vyran]]
* [[Sawyer]]
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* [[Ryu]]
* [[Palmas]]
* [[McAllister]]
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* Trauma Center <USS Phoenix>
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:''Trauma Center - Main Wing <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
:''The trauma center can be a bustle of activity when severe injuries occur. This ward is capable of handling multiple injured personnel simultaneously, with the room separated into six sections, with a biobed in each. An alcove off to the side provides quick access to equipment and supplies needed for several types of emergencies. Black, glossy panelling runs uninterrupted along the bulkheads at shoulder height near the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Ryu in its place.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Palmas in its place.
 
Ryu 's unconcious body materialises on a biobed, the monitors imediately display teh vitas as being critical and the symbiont is in distress
 
Palmas waves friendly. "I've only got a bit of a stab wound." He points to the other, "She, on the other hand, isn't doing too hot."
 
Tilar moves into the trauma bay swiftly, shedding her outermost coat and tossing it off to one side. "Incoming wounded. Prepare for resuscitation," she calls to whichever staff are nearby. A sideways look is given to Palmas, a quick visual once over before she points him at one of the other biobeds. "Sit. If no one gets to you before I do, I need you to tell me if you start to feel any escalating symptoms, got it?" Then she's moving swiftly over to Ryu, eyes quickly scanning over the readout of the vitals. "Prepare to remove the symbiont, but that is a last resort. I want them both to stay alive here."
 
Palmas nods as he quite politely sits down on one of the other biobeds. "I'm rooting for y'all to work y'all's magic." He looks at Ryu, visibly concerned- even through the armored eva suit, "I'm not up to date with all the latest medical journals, so, I can shut up. If they need a temporary body to store the symbiont in I'm happy to volunteer." There's a softness in his voice, "Better to have a plan in case of disaster, after all."
 
Ryu groans in pain and strain shows in her face as she struggles back to weak conciousness and says "Ryu....Ryu....calm...calm.." the symbiont continues to show distress
 
"Odds are that it would actually be me," Tilar tells Palmas with a thin smile, no real mirth behind it. "But I appreciate the offer, Ensign." The doctor lets her eyes skim over the scans as they start to fill the display and she gives a slight frown before her expression shifts back to neutral. Work mode. Gloves are retrieved and she slides them on before quickly running a pair of scissors up each leg to peel the slimy coating off of the officer. "Computer, pull up the file on the Quire anti-toxin. Cross-reference it with the recent simulations and optimize for Joined Trill physiology."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
Ryu drifts in and out of conciousness
 
Tilar's movements are swift and purposeful, the pauses few and short-lived. The skin that has been exposed to the slime through the hole in the EVA suit is carefully cleaned off and sanitized. "Hang in there, Ryu. We're not done yet. I've got you. Both of you." Her words are soft but firm as she works, confident despite her concern for her patient. Eyes slide up to Ryu's face and then back down to the wound itself. "Don't give up on me there, Lieutenant. I'm not done yet, so you better not be either." Her attention shifts to the readings on the panel and she puffs out a small breath, grabbing a hypospray to help equalize the chemical levels for the symbiont.
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "No viable anti-toxin for Trill symbiote physiology found."
 
Palmas winces, but says nothing aloud.
 
Ryu groans and her eyes weakly open and says "If..it....has....to happen.....Ryu....has....Priority...." she continues to breath weakly
 
"What about for unjoined Trill?" Tilar asks the computer as a followup, thinking through options, eyes shifting around quickly as she presses a hypospray to Ryu's neck. "Optizmied for unjoined Trill." Her lips press into a thin line and she shifts her focus from the person to the symbiont, thinking for a few moments before just shaking her head. "I'm going to remove some of the tissue around the symbiont and see if I can replace it with healthy tissue. Maybe that will help it stabilize and heal." One hand reaches over, the next set of tools acquired as she focuses on Ryu's abdomen. Eyes shift up to Ryu's face and she gives the patient a small smile, nodding. "I know. I understand. I'm trying to keep you together, but I understand. Better than most."
 
Palmas looks at the rather grim situation. He slowly removes the eva gear, trying not to make too much of a fuss or noise as the medical emergency is happening
 
Ryu nods and keeps still and says "Try....cross...matching..the..base...pair...sequences of...something...the corrosive...burn..through" she tries to keep her scientific knowledge active to keep her calm
 
Tilar squints at Ryu, thinking about what she's trying to say for a moment before speaking. "Computer, analyze the slime that's on Lieutenant Ryu's EVA suit and look for materials that would be resistant to its corrosion," she tries, looking at the scientist for confirmation briefly before refocusing her efforts on the symbiont. "Ryu, this is working. For now, at least. This is buying us time, but I'm looking for a better solution."
 
Palmas offers, ready to clam up again at the slightest indication from either party. "Is there a way to isolate the toxins? Blast whatever's still coursing through their system and kill it faster than it can kill them?" He glances back down at Ryu, "Kind of like a fever does? I'm not sure how medically sound that'd be."
 
Commander Sawyer arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.
 
Ryu closes her eyes and ponders and says "...how...does....the...toxin...react..to....intense heat?" she holds back the pain
 
"That's the anti-toxin I've got the computer working on," Tilar says to Palmas. "I wanted it optimized for joined Trill, but that's not an option. So I'm getting it optimized for unjoined, and I'll just have to stabilize everyone together separately. If I can get the Lieutenant stable, then I can focus on Ryu." The question from her patient has her pausing briefly and thinking. "Opposite. Cold." The statement is made to no particular person, but she's moving to retrieve a device to freeze the affected tissue, monitoring the biosigns carefully for the response to this method.
 
At the moment, Tilar is working swiftly around Ryu on the biobed, her outermost coat tossed to one side, a pair of gloves on her hands. The EVA suit Ryu came in with has been cut away, and there is what appears to be a burn mark on her abdomen that Tilar is currently trying to treat. Biosigns indicate both Ryu and the symbiont are unstable, and the computer is working on optimizing the Quire anti-toxin for unjoined Trill physiology.
 
Palmas is sitting on another biobed nearby, a stab wound bleeding slowly. Not life-threatening.
 
Palmas offers a salute towards the Commander as he walks in. He then promptly winces as it clearly pulls on some of the wounded flesh. "Sir." He promptly lowers the salute, his face revealing a worry he's exasterbated the stab wound somehow. He nods at Tilar's explanation. "I'll admit, I don't super get how anti-toxins work and between the blood-loss and just how loud all the death on the ship was and how fast everyone's thinking..." There's a pause, "It's kind of hard to just get a rip of understanding from everything swirling around like I'd normally be able to do."
 
The CMO pokes his head in and takes in the situation. His voice doesn't betray his serious read of the situation. "Howdy there. Got everything ya need, Vi? Or can I get ya anythin'?"
 
Ryu is laying on the biobed, barely concious...she turns towards the arriving Commander and squints and says "Tontro?" she blinks and says "Weakly.......whatever you have...planned...better...do..it..soon.."
 
"Ground yourself, Ensign," Tilar says, though she doesn't look away from her work. "Don't get distracted by everyone and everything else. You're trained for high-stress situations. You want to help? Slap on a pair of gloves and sample that." Her head tips over to the slime on the floor near her. Then Sawyer is appearing and she tilts her head to gesture for him to join her. "I might need a hand," she tells him, certainly not too proud to ask for it. "She was hit with a corrosive slime that ate through the suit. It's effects are like the Quire toxin, but apparently not insantly lethal. Which has given me enough time to remove some damaged tissue and replace it with healthy tissue. I've got the computer optimizing the anti-toxin I made last time for unjoined Trill physiology, and we need to give that as soon as it's finished. I can either use another set of hands here, or you can patch up Ensign Palmas there."
 
Palmas is a simple man. He was told to do a task, he intends to do it. He looks at one of the passerbys, or frankly- anyone with something sufficient enough to cauterize a wound, before continuing on to get gloved up and collect a sample. He does wait until he's not actively bleeding, either through being patched up or some other modern medical solution. Once that thread is resolved, however, off the biobed and off to go help examine the slime.
 
Ryu 's hallucinations begin to intensify as not only has Tontro replaced Sawyer, Jen and Felicity have replaced both Tilar and Palmas, she blinks and then lays back, loses conciousness again
 
Sawyer nods to Tilar and moves over to Palmaz. "Hold it right there, son," he says with a smile. "Or I'll use thread to stitch ya up."
 
Palmas is handled, and Tilar is focused on Ryu. The tool in hand carefully moves over her abdomen, freezing the affected tissue. Her gaze alternates between the task literally at her hands and the biosigns, eyes flicking back and forth between the two to see how effective this method is.
 
Palmas smiles warmly, the short chuckle doing a poor job of reflecting the warmth of his grin, instead ribbons of shared pain ring like short sharp spikes upon his tone. He goes over to collect a sample from the slime, as requested, before putting it in whichever device is indicated by the head honchos.
 
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
 
"Doc, I could use a hand with that anti-toxin," Tilar calls over to Sawyer, her gaze more focused on the actual physical work at the moment. "I'm good, but I can't do both at once."
 
The vessel drops out of warp.
 
Ryu remains out for the count, the toxin has been slowed but continues to slowly progress
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.
 
Sawyer runs a scan over Palmaz, makes sure he'll keep and then moves to aid Tilar with the more urgent issue. "Alright, VI, what can I do fer ya. Nolen! Good man."
 
"Someone mentioned there was a commotion in trauma, figured I'd pop my head in" Nolan says, body on autopilot to position himself somewhere helpful for whoever's leading the case.
 
"I don't care which one of you does it, but get that anti-toxin optimized for Trill physiology. There are simulations on file that I ran. Joined Trill is not an option, so optimize it for unjoined," Tilar says, eyes shifting sideways towards ch'Vyran as he appears before refocusing on her patient.
 
At the moment, her patient is Lieutenant Ryu, whose EVA suit has been cut away and Tilar is working on what appears to be a burn wound on her abdomen. Bioreadings indicate a not-quite-stable situation, though the progression of whatever has harmed Ryu is slowed for the moment.
 
Sawyer swears lavishly beneath his breath. "Poinsons, and joined Trill. What in holy hell happened?" he starts running over the data files about the toxin.
 
Having been properly patched up, is no longer bleeding all over the nice medical bay but instead is gloved up. The yellow-adorned Ensign with crumpled hair from the suit responds, while sampling per the instructions of Doctor Tilar. "She got spit on by the fellow on the ship we boarded. He didn't take too kindly to shooting his engineers and trying to blow up his warp drive."
 
Nolan starts to set up the biobed for Ryu, bringing the arch over the patient and masking out the afflicted tissue to setup a working area. The hybrid brings up a magnified view of the burn for everyone to see. For his part, Nolan peers at the tissue until something is asked of him.
 
Tilar pauses briefly to give Sawyer A Look. "You really need to read some of my stuff," she tells him before summarizing. "There is a toxin used by the Protectorate. It kills instantly. That's what killed Lieutenant Avil. I created an anti-toxin then, and have it on file. I recently ran some simulations on other species, so there should be information on file about optimizing the toxin. It's instantly lethal to Trill symbionts, so I'm currently, physically, stopping the poison from getting too close by using tissue grafts and cold. I need that anti-toxin optimized for unjoined Trill and synthesized."
 
The hybrid doctor taps at the computer interface, working through permutations and antigens, antennae twitching madly. It's an excruciating five minutes but he arrives at something that the computer indicates is congruent with the initial dataset. Another minute goes by and the synthesis is completed. He removes the vial and brings it back to the biobed. "Based on your initial research and what we know of unjoined Trill biology, this is theoretically compatible and should do what we need it to do.... theoretically" he reemphisizes.
 
While Nolan works on the anti-toxin, Tilar continues to carefully mitigate the spread manually, touching the freezing tool here and there to keep the toxin from getting too close to the symbiont. Her eyes flick up and over periodically, checking to see where Nolan is at, though her focus is mostly on the patient on the bed. "Theoretically is always how medicine starts. Synthesize it and give it," she says. "I can't do damage control forever."
 
Nolan nods and loads the anti-toxin into the surgical arch, stratigically injecting it into the perimeter of the afflicted area first before administering it more generally to the body. He keeps an eye on the tissue to look for any apparent changes.
 
Biobed readings show improvement in the host, but the symbiote is still in trouble.
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving McAllister in its place.
 
"Good. That's a start." Tilar sets the freezing tool aside, the toxin managed for the moment. "We might need to remove the symbiont if we can't get it stable, Nolan." Her lips purse and she exhales slowly, thinking. "I need ideas. Give me some ideas. We've got the anti-toxin on board. It will not be effective for the symbiont. I've excised and replaced the damaged tissue. I've frozen off parts where the toxin was trying to spread, and that anti-toxin should help the host, but it won't help the symbiont."
 
All three trauma bays begin to fill up with injured Uaye, all from slash wounds from a glaive.
 
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
 
"These final moments are intoxication enough..." Quint mumbles as he rematerialises before slumping over into unconciousness, the rifle in his hands clattering to the deck.
 
The vessel drops out of warp.
 
"Can't separate the host and not kill the patient" Nolan reminds Vi. "Do we have another host who cou-" he starts and then the flood happens. "Good god" he mutters. "Nurses, I need nurses to triage, now!" the hybrid shouts before taking a deep breath and recentering himself. "Either we work the problem for the symbiont too or we go the route of transfer, but even then, the transfer might poison another host"
 
Commander Sawyer taps something in on the computer interface panel.
 
>Intercom< Commander Sawyer says, "All medical duty personnel report to main sickbay for triage duty."
Sawyer says, "Nolen, you take one bay, I'll take another. Vi. Triague duty, statt, people."
 
Palmas chimes up again as he does his best to help the fellows out with the deluge of injured, his eyes defocus a bit as he reiterates whatever the nearby nurse or doctoral staff say. "Happy to help" as his voice warbles in that strange betazoid way when he's not fully himself and truly embracing the thoughts around him.
 
"I know," Tilar says through slightly clenched teeth, lifting her eyes up to look at Nolan and swallowing drily. "I don't want it, but I won't let Ryu die. But if the symbiont dies, the host dies anyway. Thus my need for ideas. As for poisoning a secondary host, I'd suggest giving the anti-toxin ahead of time. It seems to be working." A nod is given to the unconscious person on the biobed.
 
Then the trauma bay is being flooded with patients and she blinks a few times. "Well. Fun. Doc, I'm a bit busy with Ryu here. I'm not sure I can leave yet. I have the most experience with that toxin so far, and that's the main injury. The Uaye should be immune to it, but all medical personnel should be wearing gloves; it's lethal for other species and does transfer through skin contact."
 
Nolan returns Vi's look with a sympathetic one of his own. "Trill are hard. Trust me. Given the facts I would be trying to treat the symbiont in Ryu. If the Symbiont is poisoned, putting it in a new host might leave us with three dead entities... We can't risk an unjoined trill on a gamble that preloading them with the anti-toxin might fix the symbiont" he says before disengaging to glove up and hit another bay. "Keep talking to us, I think you've got the most complicated case there"
 
Sawyer says, "Computer! Activate emergency medical holographic program!"
 
Palmas helps out where he can, bringing band-aids and medical tools. Operating, essentially, like a runner more than anything else.
 
"That's what I'm trying to do, but I'm running out of ideas." Tilar moves her hands over the side of the panel on the biobed, adjusting the biochemical levels to best support the symbiont. "If I can just get it stable-ish, or at least not deteriorating, I'd feel better. That would at least be a start." She exhales slowly, closing her eyes as she thinks. "The host is stable. The symbiont is mildly toxified. Biochemical levels are being supported by the bed. Toxic substance has been removed. Affected tissue has been removed and replaced with healthy tissue. Symbiont is still in distress. What am I missing...?"
 
Sawyer moves around the various bays, lending a hand, but in the main, he steers clear of horning in on his doctors.
 
"How does the symbiont share nutrients with the host?" Nolan offers, working his own patient shut with the auto-suture.
 
"Already got that one," Tilar confirms with a nod to Nolan. "I'm going to try... well, I've never done this before, but something akin to bypass?" She squints thoughtfully, hands moving over the console at the surgical arch. "The host is stable now. The toxin is neutralizing as we would like. I'm going to keep the Lieutenant sedated for the time being until such time as the symbiont stabilizes, because I am going to set this up to externally support the symbiont. In theory, the connection between the two should heal and stabilize on its own, but we need to keep the symbiont alive long enough for that to happen. I'm going to simulate something like the caves where they live without actually extracting the symbiont. When it stabilizes, we can ease off on that support. It's the closest I can think of without actually removing it."
 
"If you think it'll work, do it. Like you said, Ryu dies anyway if the symbiont dies" Nolan says, patching up his patient and turfing them to recovery. He has a look around. "Hey, hey! Why's he still on the ground?" he asks of the room about him before walking over and, as gracefully as time allows, hauling McAllister to a bed.
 
Sawyer is working over one of the more severely injured Uaye. THe computer doesn't have a lot of data, so he's learning as he goes, the bed on full deep tissue and submolecular scan modes.
 
Lieutenant Commander McAllister lays on Biobed (24670).
 
Nolan sets McAllister down on the bed and takes stock of the situation, pulling the arch over and starting deep scans.
 
Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. His voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent.
 
Palmas glances across the way back towards Ryu as Doctor Tilar continues her work. He reiterates, "That spit that guy on the ship hit her with ate through her Eva suit pretty bad. It's a miracle you were able to stabalize her at all." There's clear relief in his voice, "It was a matter of minutes between when the spit ate through the suit and when she fully collapsed." Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. While first his voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent. "There's a uniqueness element to their blood." It shifts, alien in the very way the sounds are being formed- a strange speaking patter that's clear it's a synthesis of thoughts that aren't his own.
 
Nolan looks over his shoulder at Palmas and raises an eyebrow. "Phil, we gotta keep this one on a short leash, that's a neat trick" he chuckles before turning back to McAllister. "You're torn up but not poisoned. Alright, let's start with a heavy seditive, you're way too wound up"
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to adminster sedative to McAllister to fight the adrenaline in his system before lowering the laprascopic surgical instruments into the wound to begin weaving things back into one piece.
 
Ensign Palmas stands up from Biobed (24669).
 
Sawyer is working over this particular Uaye member, running hemotological analysis and frowning. "This is complicated. Where's the EMH?"
 
"Pretty sure it already got deployed" Nolan comments. "I think I saw it in the hall somewhere, you might need to force reset it. It loves it when you do that"
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin the process of nano-suturing muscle fibres together again, weaving them into one another and restoring bloodflow as he goes
 
Sawyer moves across the bays, one, then another, then another, lending a hand, assisting in a srugery here and there, helping nurses and junior medical officers interpret biosigns on the alien species, plural.
 
Palmas turns his head towards another member of the injured collective. His knuckles white as he holds himself up with the wall as he listens to the defeaning noise of the large volume of wounded thoughts. His voice oddly warbles as he recites various species oddities from the wided menagerie of the triage troupe. A strange organ that provides for increased recovery here, a genetic predisposition stressing out a patient there. Pulling focus from the cacophony he speaks. "I can go fetch it, sir."
 
Nolan looks at Palmas again and this time his look is much less impressed. "Hey, sit back down, you don't look so hot. If you can't get your head straight with all the psyonic yelling in here, you probably need to not be here"Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to slowly work up towards the surface layer, reconnecting blood vessels on the way up with the tiny laproscopic instruments
 
Sawyer continues moving around. "Nolen, how's it going?" He asks, not interfering with the deputy CMO's work.
 
Palmas looks at Nolan. Well, he looks /past/ Nolan, his gaze managing to stare through the man while his eyes remain level. "There is pain here. There is sorrow. I can assist." He does conceed to the wisdom of the doctor and his stance does shift, taking some pressure of his hands and loosening his knees so he doesn't pass out and become a detriment to the medical efforts. He continues to attempt to assist the various miling about, though clearly taking strides to take in much less information. Or, at least that's what it looks like. Visually only minute details have changed.
 
"Fine, McAllister here got a deep cut. He won't be lifting anything over ten pounds for two months, but he'll be fine" Nolan affirms. "Keep an eye on him, he's gonna burn out if he's not careful" the hybrid states, head tilting towards Palmas
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin putting some final touches on the surface level stitching work, closing up the wound
 
Sawyer moves off, leaving Ch'Vyran to it. He lends a hand here and there, speaking a kind word to this patient or that.
 
Palmas continues trying to assist in the limited manner the not-doctor can.
 
Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to tie the final knot on the final stitch
"Alright, he's done" Nolan says, taking a second to turn about and sigh. He has a look around but allows himself two seconds to rest. "Thoughts so far Phil?"
 
"Haven't lost anyone, so, it's a good day," Sawyer says.
 
Palmas seeing as the rush has appeared to die down, non-fatally, slumps back into a biobed to relax a hair.
 
"I suppose" Nolan nods and takes on a new patient, one of the aliens now. The tempo and temperature seem to have calmed down a bit
 
Sawyer walks over to Palmaz. "You're done playing nurse made. Now relax, Mr. Palmaz and let me look at you."
 
McAllister is collected by a member of nursing staff and moved over to the recovery wing
 
Lieutenant Commander McAllister goes Out.
 
Nolan stabilizes his patient and takes the opportunity to join Phil as the rest of the medical staff start to get the worst of it under control. "That was some pretty fast thinking. Heavy thinking too, I imagine" he compliments Palmas
 
Palmas speaks, his voice having returned to a normal-ish sounding tone. "Betwixt the deaths on the ship and the cluster of thoughts here... Ouch my head."
 
"Let me clue ya in, Mr. Palmaz," Sawyer grumps. "Just because you're a damned telepath doesn't mean ya should willy nilly expose yourself to any damned mental trauma. Ok? You're not a superhero, and I want ya to remember that so I'm not treating you for psychic distress. Understood?" He runs a scan on the man, checking also his neural state.
 
Nolan takes a softer tone, preparing something for the headache. "That was a brave thing to do though, probably saved us all some running around and kept these folks from dying"
 
Palmas looks at Sawyer. "If I could turn it off, I would have by now." There's a grim sadness to the tone. "Sir." He adds in, deferentially.
 
Sawyer grunts and claps the Zoid on the shoulder. "It's your people's curse, Mr. Palmaz. I suggest ya talk with some longer-serving Betazoid officers and see how they handle it. Commander Choma, for example."
 
"I'm applying a numbing agent for your telepathic abilities" Nolan states. "Just to dim things down for an hour or so, make it easier to relax"
 
Palmas looks at Nolan with a deep wealth of gratitude, "You, sir, are a superhero." He salutes again.
 
Sawyer smiles. "I'll leave yall to it." He nods approvingly to Nolen and heads out.
 
Nolan nods and keeps tending to Palmas. "Feeling a little better now?"
 
Commander Sawyer goes Out.
 
Palmas rubs his forehead. The gesture doesn't actually do anything, but the vibe makes him feel better. "I was doing well enough for the most part. I try not to subject myself to too much noise buy my head was still ringing after the deaths from the away mission." He nods, "It's like when an explosive goes off and your ears ring afterwards, but psychically. Eventually the ringing wore off and it was just so /much/. And they all think ever so slightly differently." He chuckles, "I try to avoid numbing agents generally, but just this once is a relief. Thanks, Doc."
 
"I understand, I happen to be somewhat psyonically inclined myself" Nolan nods. "Just raw electrical impulse for me"
 
Palmas nods. "I'm sorry to hear that."
 
"Oh pshhhh" Nolan Pssshs. "It's not so bad. Helpful in fights, get a good sense for when someone is getting ready to throw a haymaker"
 
Palmas laughs. "You'd think I'd have been able to dodge the knife since I knew it was coming for me."
 
"It's not always in the cards like that" Nolan chuckles. "Think you'll be alright?"
 
Palmas nods. "I'll be fine. I think there's a couple of wounded who need much more attention than I." He glances over towards where Mcallister got carted away from. "Looks like I was the least wounded of the three Starfleetskateers."
 
"Seems to be. Ready to move to recovery?" Nolan asks, signalling a nurse over
 
Palmas nods. "Aye aye."
 
Palmas waves off as he chitterchatters with a nice nurse about the night's excitement

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2026-01-05T19:38:24Z

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RP Log: Singing Crystal and the Madness That Follows

2025-11-19T20:53:31Z

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* Interia I
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:''Transporter Room One <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
 
Tilar arrives from Deck 1 - Aft Corridor.
 
Ensign Nimah arrives from Deck 1 - Aft Corridor.
 
Ramirez arrives from Deck 1 - Aft Corridor.
 
Castillo is standing at the transporter console, having began programming the appropriate sequence to bring everyone down safely.
 
Castillo looks to everyone as they shuffle out of the EVA storage area. "Step up if you are ready." She instructs.
 
Cristobal moves up to the transporter pad, taking his place. His hands are free and as he steps up, he closes the visor on his EVA suit.
 
Tilar similarly lifts one hand to lower the visor on her EVA suit and steps up onto the transporter pad.
 
Nimah heads over to join the other two, also ensuring that her visor is closed.
 
Castillo transports the science supplies down to the surface with the flick of a wrist. She lets the transporter chief take her position before moving onto the padd, flipping down her visor to match, and ordering, "Energize."
 
[Transporter Console: Verifying pattern locks...]
 
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
 
:''Clearing <Interia I>
:''One of the few spots on the planet that isn't covered in crystal. The ground underfoot is softly packed dirt which stirs up with each step. Due to the higher gravity, the dust settles quickly.
:''Some kind of music can be heard, almost like it is being brought in by the wind.
 
[Remote Uplink Device (51307): Ramirez, Ensign Nimah, Tilar, and Castillo transported to Clearing]
 
Cristobal looks around immediately upon regaining the ability to use his senses. The first thing he does is frown slightly as he hears the music. His head tilts, and for an instant, he looks like a human German Shepherd hearing an odd sound.
 
Tilar looks around as she materializes on the planet's surface, one hand moving to retrieve the tricorder to flip it open. "Am I the only one who hears that?" she asks, looking from one person to the next.
 
"Not the only one who hears that." Nimah assures Tilar as she looks around. Cristobel might be frowning, but Nimah is smiling. "It's pretty!" She also moves for her tricorder, to start getting some information.
 
Castillo gives the environment a quick glance as she rematerializes. Her brow furrows at the sound across the wind, glancing to Tilar as she speaks. "You're not." She lets her hand drop to her tricorder, drawing out the small device, but not rushing to use it. "Lieutenant." Her attention to Ramirez. "After you've taken a look around, help the Ensign with her equipment." A motion is made to the sample containers. "We should get started filling them as soon as possible."
 
Ramirez brings his tricorder up. Quietly, he murmurs to himself, "Computer, begin full spectrum audio/visual/comm log reporting of this mission from my suit's perspective." That task down, he hangs his tricorder from its mount.
 
He doesn't look concerned, precisely. Just very alert. He nods to Castillo, voice clipped and brusque. "Aye, sir." He turns to Nimah, hanging his tricorder. "Ensign. Joking aside, tell me what you need and where you need it. I'm better adapted for this work." He motions to the stack of gear.
 
There's the thought of 'oh heavy grav wont be that bad' when still shipboard, and then there's actually feeling it dragging your body down with every movement. The Ensign is not at all adapated to this environment. "We'll want samples of both the dirt and the crystalline outcroppings. I'm not picking up anything especially interesting on my tricorder, or at least nothing we didn't expect from the ship scan."
 
Tilar nods when she has other people confirm that she's not the only one who can hear the music floating in the air. She looks down at her tricorder, running a quick scan of the area while Ramirez and Nimah turn to begin setting up the equipment. "It's possible that it's the air whistling through geological formations, or vibrations from crystals," she suggests.
 
Castillo spends a couple of moments looking out of the clearing and into the field. "I think we're going to have an easier time collecting the soil samples here." A motion is made towards the field, "And the crystalline samples out there." She moves over to the bundle of science equipment, stowing her tricorder, and beginning to help Ramirez and Nimah with the setup.
 
Ramirez nods to Tilar, and glances over. "Basic music theory, Doctor." He nods in the direction of the nearest clump of crystal. "The crystal will have a resonance based on size and composition. In turn, that will dictate a frequency." He grins. "Or, you know. That's what some big brain told me, once."
 
Then he nods to Nimah, moving the indicated sample containers into position for her to use. He looks to Castillo. "I recommend two-person teams, sir. Better safe than sorry."
 
"We'll want to see what resonance the crystal is attuned to, and pick that up in the logs." Nimah notes as she helps getting things set up. She's moving slowly. "An atmospheric sample as well. I dont recall much in the way of water on this planet."
 
Tilar nods to Castillo. "Agreed. The soil looks more accessible here. We won't have to dig down to get it. It might be worth getting a second sample out there, though, if we have time. In case there's a difference." Her shoulders roll slightly and one hand moves to press flat against her stomach for a moment, the tricorder snapped closed and returned to its spot at her belt. "Basic music theory?" she asks, looking over at Ramirez.
 
"I mean.. resonance is pretty much back to physics. Cause EVERYTHIG is physics." Nimah pffts softly. As if somehow its the crystals' fault that everything is physics. She starts moving off a little from the group, clearly impatient to go explore the crystal rather than the dirt.
 
Castillo nods to Ramirez, "Given the nature of the environment and the weight of the equipment, we'll stick together." She finishes uncrating/moving the equipment from the pile, looking at the sample containers. "Ensign, if you could begin with the soil samples." Her attention flicking to Ramirez and Tilar. "We'll assist you where needed."
 
Cristobal stands ready to move equipment as needed, looking to Nimah for guidance at this point. AS the sound whistles its haunting tune, he looks to the sky. "You know....this reminded me of some of the experimental musicians that tried to incorporate multiple musical forms in the late 22nd century." His head shakes. "There's a pattern in the random noise. Probably just coincidence."
 
"What she said," Tilar says, tugging her medical kit forward and opening it to remove the more specially-configured tricorder. "It might not be random, Lieutenant. What does it sound like to you? You're more musically inclined than I am." The Trill woman looks around at the rest of the group, studying them for a moment before asking, "Everyone feels okay, right?"
 
There's a huff of vague irritation from the Denobulan as she's pulled back from going to look at crystal to come back to the dirt. Nimah looks over to Cristobal. "Might be coincidence, might just be how things are arranged. Right. Soil. If you could get samples from multiple locations of soil and note the location on the samples. Some closer to where we've landed, some closer to the crystal." She looks over to that crystal just over there.
 
Castillo takes one of the sample boxes as Nimah directs Ramirez to help. She motions towards herself while looking at Ramirez, then gesturing at where they had beamed in at, moving to the location. "I'll get the boring spots." Her comment made with a look towards the field of crystals. "And...doctor, I'm feeling fine."
 
Ramirez freezes in place suddenly, head again tilting in his human German Shepherd impression. A sample container just...stop moving as he listens, focused and intent on something. After a moment, carefully, he sets the container down, and says over the local comms network, his tone formal, tight, and controlled. "Doctor Tilar. Please scan me. Look for any signs of distress. Vitals changing. Neurological issues."
 
His tone is dead serious. He's not joking. "Now, please, Doctor." He doesn't seem panicked. Just...very focused on something.
 
[Remote Uplink Device (51307): Alue@Desktop Terminal@Mission Operations: Phoenix to away team, be advised that we have a comms link only with Lieutenant Castillo, not the other three.]
 
[Remote Uplink Device (51307): Alue@Desktop Terminal@Mission Operations: For clarification, we mean EVA comms.]
 
The security guy might be worried about .. something that he wants the doctor to check out, but Nimah isn't waiting for that. She takes one of the sample kits, heading off towards the crystal fields that have caught her attention. No time like the present.
 
Tilar goes very still, eyes snapping over to Ramirez as he speaks. "Not just me then," she mutters, walking over to him. The tricorder runs along him, checked carefully before she shakes her head. "Slightly elevated heart rate, but nothing immediately alarming. What are you feeling?" Then the tricorder is flipped around, the device run over her own body.
 
Castillo looks to Tilar and Ramirez with significant concern, almost failing to catch Nimah wandering towards the field of crystals. "Ensign." She says to the Denobulan, trying to catch her attention. "We're not done with the samples here..." Her voice trailing off as she looks to Tilar. "Are you feeling unwell too?" Referencing back to the doctor's first comment. With a tap of her commbadge, she signals the Phoenix.
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Sending request for communication to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A.
 
[Remote Uplink Device (51307): Incoming communications request from Castillo]
 
The broad-shouldered, tallish man keeps a steady, calm voice. "It's important that you all understand that I don't /feel/ unwell or different than I did five minutes ago. But I would swear before a judge and a priest that I heard my name being called by the crystal sounds on the wind."
 
"I heard it. I am sure of it."
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Communications channel to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A open.
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Alue says, "Phoenix. Lieutenant Alue."
 
Sure the Ensign SHOULD pause when the Lieutenant tells her to stay where she is, but clearly the Denobulan isn't entirely listening as she heads for the crystal.
 
"Not... unwell, per se," Tilar tells Castillo, shaking her head. She looks over the readings before looking up and around at the group, pointing at Nimah who is running off. "Someone better follow her. There are no strange readings here, but I am definitely feeling tired. That could easily be the fact that I skipped leg day, though." A glance given to Ramirez at the somewhat inside joke. "There's something going on, but I'm not sure what yet."
 
Ensign Nimah leaves for Crystal Field.
 
"USS Phoenix, lock onto our lifesigns and bring us back to the ship." Castillo says into her commbadge. "The away team is experiencing strange sensations." She watches as Nimah wanders towards the field without stopping. "We need to get back to the ship for further assessment."
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Alue taps quickly at her console. "I can only get a lock on three of you, Lieutenant. Ensign Nimah is off my grid."
 
Ramirez says nothing while Alue speaks over comms, then looks over to Castillo. "I'm better positioned to chase her down, sir. I recommend that you stay here with the doctor. Have Prina keep a lock on me as long as possible. I am willing to bet the crystals interfere with a pattern lock, Luz. I'll drag her back here. Don't move. Stay together."
 
"Lieutenant, with all due respect, I think that's a little premature," Tilar says, hearing Castillo's order. "This could very well be some kind of psychic communication. We don't know what it is yet, but the medical scans don't indicate any immediate threat or risk. It's an odd sensation, but there is no pain, and Lieutenant Ramirez clearly still has his faculties despite hearing his name on the wind."
 
"You're having auditory hallucina..." Castillo starts to confront Ramirez's idea, before listening to Tilar speak up. "...and you're not concerned with potential psychic communication." She looks out at the field, with a tortured look. "Phoenix, standby, we're going to get Ensign Nimah back into transporter range." Her attention to Ramirez and Tilar. "Together." She pauses. "Keep the channel open." Her feet kicking into gear, dropping the sample container on the ground as she moves towards the field of crystal.
 
:''Crystal Field <Interia I>
:''As far as the eye can see, a field of glistening crystal. During the day the refraction is nearly blinding, but also vibrant and colourful. During the night, starlight bounces from one crystal to another, over and over again, filling the field with an endless sea of stars.
:''Sound waves cascade across the field from one area to the next, it is quite beautiful and melodic, almost like the crystal is singing.
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Alue blinks, glancing around uncertainly. "Uh... Acknowledged," she replies to the away team.
 
Cristobal nods, not arguing the point. As he goes, he looks over to Castillo. "We're going to have fatigue problems, if we try to move quickly over broken ground with the doctor. Then we'll have two casualties to deal with. Be cognizant of it." He doesn't stop moving, easily keeping pace with Castillo, but his tone does convey the seriousness of his advice.
 
Cranky is not Nimah's general state, not even a frequent state to visit, but she's found it as she stomps off away from the group. The crystal is magical and the song is compelling and .. grates just wholly wrong. She knows for certain that they need to get samples, and there's no way they can fit the whole field in a sample container. A chisel and hammer were a reasonable thing to bring when knowing one needs rock samples and provide an uncharacteristically violent way to get crystal.
 
Tilar doesn't rush. She walks steadily, likely trailing a bit behind Castillo and Ramirez, but she's moving. The medical tricorder remains in hand, something that she's not entirely ready to let go of, apparently. "Okay, THAT doesn't look like normal behavior," she concedes, peering over at the rather adamant Nimah. And then she gasps audibly, one arm curling over her abdomen as she bends over, face contorting in pain. "I was wrong..."
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A.
 
[Castillo's Commbadge] Connection from USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A lost; out of range.
 
Castillo draws out her tricorder and she proceeds into the field of crystals, trying to keep up with Nimah as she moves away from the group. She scans the area, trying to keep a lock on the Denobulan. "Keep sight of her." Her comment directed at Ramirez, turning to look at him, gesturing towards the wayward Ensign. "The sensors here are junk, if we lose sight, it'll be hard to find her." Then, Tilar begins to double over. "Doctor?!"
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Communications uplink to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A established]
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): Phoenix, do you read me?]
 
Tilar uses Medical Tricorder (55531) to scan Tilar.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team, we read you. We had to overpower our comms system to max, but we have you. What's your status?]
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): The away team is behaving abnormally. I have limited evidence to support it, but I believe they're suffering from some sort of mental ailment. I'm seemingly unaffected.]
 
Ramirez immediately taps the side of his helmet in the Federation-standard hand signal for a dead transmitter. He tries the local line-of-sight link. "Comm check. Can you hear me, Lieutenant Castillo?" He turns to face her so that she can see his lips moving behind his visor.
 
Then he simply flicks on the external suit speakers. He clears his throat, about to speak, when Tilar doubles over in pain. There's a pause, then: "Aye, sir." He moves to make certain that a single motion won't deprive him of line of sight to Nimah. He stays put, but grows increasingly wary about his surroundings.
 
It's probably a mercy for the poor crystal that the wayward Ensign in question is a delicate, petite Denobulan. She might be attempting to beat up the crystal with hammer and chisel, but she's really mostly dulling the chisel. There's some phrases that really only need intonation to get their point across, speaking the langauge is not strictly required. Nimah has settled into her native langauge at volume as she yells at the crystal. It certainly doesnt SOUND polite.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): We're weighing options, away team. Standby.]
 
"Go get her," Tilar gasps out in reply to Castillo's alarm, gesturing vaguely in Nimah's direction, but she stands where she is. Slowly, carefully, she straightens up just enough to run the tricorder over herself again. Hearing the comms, she swallows drily, some strain audible in her voice. "It appears that Ensign Nimah and Lieutenant Ramirez are experiencing some kind of hallucinations. Lieutenant Ramirez was aware of this at last check-in, but it's possible he may lose his sense of self." She takes a few deep breaths, examining the tricorder readings. "I am experiencing some chemical imbalances that would likely be life threatening were I joined, and it's... painful."
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Lieutenant Castillo, if you can get everyone back to the beamdown point, we can get a lock on you there. Can you get everyone back there?]
 
Castillo looks out towards Nimah, eyes tracing to Ramirez who is standing between them. She glances at Tilar, who is doubling over in pain. Lastly, she looks at her tricorder, mentally walking herself through a plan. "Ramirez!" She calls out, moving towards him. "Change of plans." Her concern weighing as heavily as her suit is as she moves towards him. "Go back to the beam out coordinates with the doctor, transport back to the ship." She offers out her hand, the free one. "Your phaser, please. I might need it."
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): I am ordering Lieutenants Ramirez and Tilar back to the transport site. Please standby for further requests.]
 
Cristobal blinks to Castillo as he takes his phaser off his belt. "You can't carry her, Luz. I can." He holds the phaser out to her. "But sure. Whatever."
 
Ramirez hands you Type-2 Phaser (39586) (holstered).
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Acknowledged. Standing by.]
 
Cristobal does as instructed and tries to carries Tilar off.
 
Ramirez carries Tilar through Clearing.
 
:''Crystal Field <Interia I>
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Ramirez (PhxAux): Phoeniz, this is Ramirez. I'm clear of the interference. Two to beam up, immediately.]
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team, we have Ramirez and Tilar aboard.]
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Ramirez (PhxAux): Phoenix, this is Ramirez. Beam me back down, immediately, and get a medical team to Trasnporter Room One to assist Doctor Tilar.]
 
It seems unlikely that the little Denobulan is going to actually get a crystal sample, but she's giving it a good college try. She's also yelling at it while attempting to beat the snot out of it, and one of her mothers would no doubt wash her mouth out with soap to her the words coming out of her. She shifts a little, taking a few steps further into the crystal field.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Ramirez (PhxAux): No way can Castillo carry Nimah in that gravity. I can.]
 
Ramirez arrives from Clearing.
 
Castillo watches as Ramirez goes off with Tilar, turning to face Nimah, who continues to bash at the crystal with the chisel. She keeps her attention split on the ensign, watching as the other woman ventures further into the field, and her tricorder, which she begins to modify to cast out a pulse. Her approach is faltered by a stumble or two as she maneuvers over the rocks, slowly gaining on the Denobulan. "Ensign!" She yells, shaking the device in her hand. "Come here!"
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): Beam up Ensign Nimah as soon as you have a pattern lock. You may have to target my tricorder.]
 
Cristobal moves at a loping, hard pace across the broken ground, moving rapidly despite the gravity. Damn, but the man is strong and fast. He is already heading towards Castillo and Nimah at the best he speed he can manage. Over his speakers, he calls out, "Both of you stop!"
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Acknowledged. Standing by.]
 
"NO!" Nimah yells back to the Lieutenant, and at least she chooses the right language for the defiant and undeniably cranky refusal to a very reasonable order. Instead, she's still determined to funnel her rage out on the crystal, looking up and over just a minute, holding the dulled chisel up threateningly. She goes back to beating on the crystal, directly with the hammer this time. The fact that she's not making any progress doesn't seem to be improving her temperment any.
 
"Use this!" Castillo says, shaking the tricorder with her hand, then at the massive crystal Nimah is chipping away it. "It'll help!" Another gesture with the device is made at the crystal as she approaches. She doesn't appear to notice...or at least isn't acknowledging, Ramirez...at least not at first. "Or at least, hold it so I can try." With a shake of the hand, she offers the tricorder to Nimah, pulling her attention over her shoulder to look back at Ramirez...who receives a furrowed brow of exasperation.
 
Cristobal runs up to the pair, stopping to look at Castillo. He just shakes his head, and without comment, slides a much smaller Type-1 phaser from a hidden pouch on his EVA suit. "Lieutenant Castillo, there is no time to argue." He lifts the phaser, and checks to make sure it's on stun.
 
Ramirez draws Type-1 Phaser (52640).
 
"It just WONT BREAK!" Nimah sounds just so frustrated.. wholly out of proportion with not being able to gather up a crystal sample. "ARRGH." She rants and then reaches over to throw her dulled chisel aside with no thoughts whatsoever to not litering, or the fact that one really should not throw sharp (or sharp ish) objects when there's others around. She is unaware of the phaser being pointed in her direction, but she almost growls. "Fine. I'll hold it. You hit it."
 
Ramirez sets the power level on Type-1 Phaser (52640) (drawn).
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team, we're still unable to get a lock on any of the remaining members of the team.]
 
Castillo's expression hardens as Ramirez draws a second phaser from his person. She pushes forward with her hand, jamming the tricorder into Nimah with a shove, silently praying the Denobulan will instinctively grip it in the process. Rather than speaking, she uses her continued momentum to place herself between Nimah and Ramirez, hoping he wouldn't shoot through her just to hit the Denobulan.
 
Cristobal sighs, takes a step to the side, and simply moves to clear the line of fire. A moment later, he fires, without preamble.
 
Ramirez shoots Nimah with Type-1 Phaser (52640).
 
You hand Tricorder (51300) to Ensign Nimah.
 
Well a lot happens at once. The bet that shoving a tricorder into Nimah would make her grab it was a good one, and the young Denobulan grabs for the tricorder that is shoved into her suit. She moves along with that grabbing, and no matter that Castillo tried to get in the way, Ramirez also move a little and then she yelps first in surprise and then in much more focused angry at the fact that HE SHOT HER! Her suit takes the brunt of the phaser, stun or not, and well.. now she's even more pissed. "HEY!" She grabs the tricorder and starts stomping her way towards the Security Officer, probably to give him a piece of her mind that she really doesn't have a good grasp on, waving the piece of Castillo's tech in his direction as threatening as a pissed off little Denobulan can manage.
 
Castillo, in the process of shoving the tricorder at Nimah, stumbles against the large...slightly battered...crystal. She manages to stand upright after Nimah is shot...watching as she starts to storm towards Ramirez. Her hand waves at Ramirez, trying to signal him to stop what he is doing.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): Phoenix, my tricorder, lock onto it.]
 
Ramirez lowers the phaser as she stops chisling and hammering, a short nod coming from him as the immediate problem is solved. He holds the phaser to his side....but keeps backing up as the tiny Denobulan charges her way, shaking the tricorder. While he makes it look accidental, he lets her make forward progress towards him while he keeps stepping backwards, towards the soil field.
 
Essentially, he starts acting like bait as he moves backwards. Over the speakers, he says in a taunting tone, "What's that? I can't hear you? Come on, squeaky, show me what you mean!"
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): I have a lock on the tricorder.]
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): It's Ensign Nimah, bring her up to the ship. Quickly.]
 
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Nimah.
 
Castillo rises fully from the large, marginally battered crystal. She watches as Nimah is pulled away to the ship, but doesn't muster a sigh of relief, looking with tinges of fear at Ramirez. "You're not going to shoot me too?" A pause. "Right?" Her voice calls out to the man, offhand holding his phaser from earlier.
 
Cristobal slides his phaser away. "No, Lieutenant Castillo, I am not. You're not trying to damage a probably sentient crystal formation that was /communicating with me./" It is clear that he is coldly furious. The weapon is safed, the pouch is closed. "I recommend we leave this place. Now."
 
The crystal songs turns into screams of anguish. Throbbing sound waves impact the away team, making further audible communication near impossible.
 
Castillo immediately mutes the microphones built into her suit, moving towards the clearing in the process. She keeps Ramirez in front of her, rather than letting him get behind her. Her hand keeps the phaser at the ready, following him towards the transporter site.
 
Cristobal Walks out silently.
 
:''Clearing <Interia I>
 
The screams of the crystal fields can still be heard in the clearing. The vibrations travelling through your suits, causing noticeable ear aches.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team, we just sent out a series of graviton pulses to try and alter the frequency of the crystals. Please report.]
 
Castillo follows Ramirez up towards the clearing, standing near where they beamed in from. Using her free hand, she signals for the ship.
 
[EVA Suit II (26089): Castillo (PhxAux): Phoenix, two to transport. Please cease all graviton pulses.]
 
Ramirez brings his hands up to the sides of his helmet, trying to block out the sound. Of course, that does absolutely nothing at all, given the volume and nature of what's transpiring. Tears stream from his eyes; his face is a mask of pain.
 
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
 
:''Transporter Room One <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
 
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Ramirez in its place.
 
>Intercom< Captain Vess says, "Additional medical teams to transporter one."
 
Castillo removes her helmet as soon as she rematerializes, unceremoniously dropping it on the transport pad in the process. She stows the weapon on her person, turning to look at Ramirez directly.
 
Cristobal lifts the visor on his EVA suit, his face pale and white, a sweat broken out over his face. Blood trickles from his nose, which he dabs at. He turns, and holds his hand out to Castillo. "My phaser, if you please, Lieutenant?" His tone is icy, cold, and angry.
 
"I'm... okay?" Tilar sounds MOSTLY sure of this fact, her head turning to look at both Castillo and Ramirez as they reappear on the pad. Eyebrows lift slightly as she looks between the two of them. "What...?"
 
There's a step further away from the transporter pad as the other two reappear and Nimah has enough presence of mind to offer Castillo back her tricorder. "You'll want this back."
 
Castillo doesn't seem to process the request for the phaser. She points to Ramirez's face with an index finger, concern present in her gaze. "You're bleeding." Her comment made with a low tone of voice, no attention being made for her tricorder.
 
Cristobal snaps his fingers (as best he can in suit gloves; it looks ridiculous) and points to the phaser. "My. Phaser." He looks to Castillo's face. "Yes. Because of whatever that sound was doing. My ears are ringing, too." His jaw twitches.
 
"Lieutenant Castillo." Tilar's voice is stern enough now, the Trill woman stepping up onto the transporter pad. "The bleeding is my responsibility. The phaser is his. Please return it and report to sickbay." She looks around at the group. "All of you. Report to sickbay." Her attention shifts over to Ramirez and she nods slightly. "That will pass. That's from the ship. We sent some frequencies down to counteract the interference."
 
"Can I get out of the suit first?" Nimah asks, holding onto the tricorder for now and then ums softly. "Where's sickbay?" There's something about that much adrenaline, when it just goes away all at once, that crash is a hard one.
 
Castillo appears mortified by Ramirez's response. "What's th..." And then Tilar speaks, soliciting even more concern. "...rush." She visibly retracts, pulling her arm back from Ramirez. Her expression shows significant contemplation, before she chooses to hold out the phaser for Ramirez to take.
 
Ramirez looks to Nimah, and her suit. "Ensign Nimah. I regret the necessity of phasering you. That EVA suit is done; it needs to be replaced. Let them cut it off down in sickbay when they examine you."
 
As Castillo offers the phaser, he takes it calmly, and snaps it into place on his belt. "Luz?" He looks over. "What would have happened if they didn't pick up your tricorder?" He jaw sets. "Think hard on that." Then he shakes his head. "For your report. A voice entered my mind and begged me to stop Ensign Nimah from harming it. It was clearly sentient."
 
Tilar doesn't immediately look at Nimah, but she does offer an answer to her. "Sickbay is on Deck 7." Instead, the doctor is looking between Castillo and Ramirez, waiting to see what happens before she nods again. "Thank you." She doesn't seem particularly alarmed at the news that Nimah had been phasered, though a look is cast briefly in her direction before she returns her gaze to the pair still on the transporter pad. "For what it's worth, I was going to make the same call. Just with a hypospray instead of a phaser."
 
Tilar goes Out.
 
Ensign Nimah goes Out.
 
Castillo nods to Ramirez silently before reaching down to collect her helmet and proceed out the transporter room, towards the bridge.
 
:''Main Bridge
 
Ensign Nimah leaves for Saucer Aft Turbolift.
 
Alue is at her usual auxiliary console on the bridge, getting all of the ship systems back in order aftr the excitement.
 
Ramirez arrives from Deck 1 - Aft Corridor.
 
Castillo emerges from the rear section of the bridge, moving towards the turbolift with a shattered expression.
 
Your emotional state of "Dread" is broadcast to those around you.
 
Cristobal moves past in just a skintight bodysuit, nodding stiffly. He seems uninterested in conversation.
 
Ramirez leaves for Saucer Aft Turbolift.
 
Picking up on an awful sensation, Prina turns to see what's going on. "Luz? Are you alright?"
 
Castillo stalls for a moment at the turbolift, considering Alue's question for a second or two. She shakes her head back and forth, indicating the opposite. Her hand reaches out, depressing the turbolift's controls.
 
Alue looks between Luz and her console, clearly wanting to follow but unable to do so at the moment. She swallows and frowns, then just gives Luz a quick understanding nod. "I'll see you soon," she says.
 
Castillo offers a nod in acknowledgement. Stepping into the turbolift.

RP Log: We Fight

2025-11-15T22:21:44Z

RP Log: Delonine V - Proof of (Alien) Life

2025-11-15T02:56:50Z

[[Category:RP Logs]][[Category: 2459]]
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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" | '''Participants:'''
* [[Tilar]]
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* [[Ramirez]]
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* Delonine V Market
* Delonine V Outskirts
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* 136348.85
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:"'Market <Delonine V>
:''The open market runs for a hundred meters in each direction, with stands down the middle in places and booths lining the sides. Business is good today, as there are a lot of people at the shops looking at their wares, and haggling for the best price.
 
The market isn't as busy as it was the first day, maybe things are slowing. Potentially not as many items to buy will be available too.
 
Cristobal pauses at the entrance to the market, letting his eyes and ears and nose take it all in before he moves further in. And before he moves? First things first. He looks around the area closely, looking for signs of the written word. Of security. Crime. Police. What, exactly, are these people doing, and are there any signs?
 
Viari pauses as Cris does, looking sideways at him to see if it's due to alarm or not. Seeing that it's not, she simply walks forward, looking around at the vendors that remain. Her own interest is in literature or anything that might seem out of place, though her definition of 'out of place' might not fit what is ACTUALLY out of place.
 
Aside from the odd arguments about price, or agreed upon prices, everyone in the market is relatively friendly to one another. No one acts superior to any other Uaye, they are all on equal footing. This is apparent in their clothing as well. Some might have newer clothes, but they are all of a similar price margin, those of a worker class, and certainly noone is wearing anything lavish. There are no signs of books or written materials at this end of the market. The market extends quite far, eventually leaving the city center to the north.
 
Cristobal looks over to Viari, murmuring lowly to her. "I think we should simply buy some grain and bread and food, keep them as samples, and move along until we see some sign of a place we might get more information. Thoughts?"
 
Viari hrms softly, arms loosely crossing over her chest when she doesn't find anything specific that she's looking for. She tips her head in Cris' direction to listen to him before nodding slowly. "I think so. Buy the things we've found so far, and then keep going. Have we had a chance to see the entire market yet?" Her head turns, bobbing in the direction of the market as it extends to the north.
 
Cristobal looks around at the sea of people and vendors and goods, however lessened they may be. "I think that would takes months, to do in detail." He shakes his head. "For now, let's get the food samples, then start with the questions?" He looks to Tilar for any sign of disagreement, and starts walking towards whatever direction seems most promising if there is none.
 
Your experience in the market so far has been relatively near the alley. There are several stalls further away towards the outskrits (not actually to the outskirts, not yet) that may have what you need.
 
"Why don't we check the full length of the market to see what is here? I can't imagine there's only one food vendor," Viari points out to him. "If there is, then we can stop there on the way back, and then we don't have to keep carrying it with us."
 
Cristobal moves over in the direction of the outskirts, nodding his agreement to Viari and her plan. Mostly, he is watching people closely as he goes. This time, he really seems to be evaluating them, and closely. "No serious arguments. No fistfights. No threats." He looks to Tilar. "Dozens of species, all with different levels of prey and predator drive and evolutionary history. Does ANY of this make sense to you?"
 
As he walks, he's looking for a food or grain stall.
 
As you near the northern end of the market, there are a couple different vendors fitting your needs. One sells a number of different baked goods, while the other sells a few different types of raw and processed grains, like flour, oats, and sugar.
 
Viari shakes her head slowly, offering a quiet reply. "None whatsoever. The odds of them naturally evolving here like this border on the impossible." She clasps her hands behind her as she walks, humming thoughtfully. One hand rises, gesturing to the vendors with foods. "That might be a good stop. I still haven't seen any literature, though. We might want to go looking for other kinds of buildings if there are any."
 
Cristobal nods to her. "Well. Like all journeys, Vi, this is just another step." He grins to her, looking pleased as punch. "You know what people like to do more than trade?" The question is pretty clearly rhetorical, because he answers himself immediately. "Chat while they do it."
 
And, with that, he moves to the stall, raising a hand in greeting just like he's seen others do. "Greetings, friend. My friend and I are making a meal tonight. I was hoping you could help us with both some simple fare, and something more....luxurious. It's a special occasion, you see."
 
The merchant smiles at the couple, "All I have is here", he waves an arm over the display, "What is it you are looking for?"
 
"That's because you build rapport and people are more inclined to pay higher prices," Viari points out to him with a smirk. Then he's moving over to the stall, and she follows him over to look at the wares that he has on display. "Ooo... these look good." The comment is made mostly as an aside, most of the interaction left to Cris for the moment.
 
Cristobal grins to Vi, then points to the food item she's pointed out. "Apparently, a few of those, to begin with." He laughs, smoothly. "Also, some flour and maybe some unmilled grain for staples. But also, friend? We wanted to try something new, but neither of us have a good idea on what to try. Any ideas, friend?"
 
The merchant continues to smile, "These are fresh baked this morning, and still warm." He points at a scone with dates in it. "How much flour and grain are you needing? They are 1 dinar a cup."
 
Viari straightens up and grins over at Cris. "Maybe a couple cups of each, and we can experiment with some recipes...?" she suggests, looking over at Cristobal to see what he thinks before looking at the vendor. "Do you grow your own grains, or do you get them from elsewhere?"
 
Cristobal listens to Viari ask her question, nodding his own interest in the answer. Then he winces. "I only have a din, my friend. Can you make change....?" He flicks a din coin into his thumb and forefinger, holding it up for the merchant to see.
 
Presently, his eyes go to Tilar, and he smiles, while he still holds the coin up. "My wife is much younger than me, alas. And she's the curious sort. We are from far away from Muddah, you see." He looks over, still holding the coin. "She has many questions. Maybe...we could trade the change for some answers?"
 
The merchant replies to Viari, "Our farm is to the north of the city, we grow what we need and sell the rest." He turns to Ramirez, "Only a cup of each? You won't get much made with that little, but if you insist." he measures out the product and gets the change, "What questions?"
 
"Two cups," Viari says with a smile, holding up two of her fingers. "I figure that should be enough to make a few SMALL things, and then we can come back for more of what we like?" Eyes shift sideways towards Cris at his mention of her having some questions, skipping right over the whole 'wife' part. It's a good enough cover. "I was wondering if there was someone I could talk to about history. It's a wonderful way to come up with stories to tell. Tie in a little bit of truth with the tale, and it becomes a better story."
 
Cristobal nods to Viari, slowly, as if her notion is an interesting one. With a shrug, he looks back to the merchant. "It took as many weeks to walk here. We are from the middle of nowhere, and we know so little about, well, anything. We want good stories to tell when we return home." His eyes go back to the merchant.
 
The merchant smiles at the increase and dolls out the extra of each. "History? Like of Muddah?" he shrugs, unsure. He finishes packaging up the ware and holds a hand out for the din, "There is a woman, just on the outskirts who will talk your ear off about things. I don't really know how much of it is true, and how much of it is her imagination, but it sounds like she might be what you are looking for?"
 
Viari gives a laugh at the mention of the old woman at the outskirts, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Yes, I think that sounds about right. It's okay if it's her imagination; the people I talk to certainly won't know the difference." She grins over at Cris before returning her gaze to the merchant. "Do you happen to know her name so that I find the right person?"
 
Cristobal lets a heartfelt and genuine smile spread across his face. For that is precisely what it is: genuine. He lets the din touch the merchant's hand, but doesn't /quite/ let go of it, yet, though he gives every indication that he is about to do so. He seems to be waiting for the woman's name.
 
"Oh you can't miss her, or at least she never misses me in passing. I don't know her name though." The merchant scowls ever so slightly at Ramirez, "We have a deal, if you won't complete your end, I will inform all the other merchants not to do business with you."
 
"Pay the man," Viari tells Cris, taking a sterner tone with him. "He's been very helpful." She turns to the merchant, giving him an apologetic look. "You HAVE been very helpful, thank you. Once we've decided what exactly we want to make, I'll make sure to return. I wouldn't want to change the end result by using the wrong grain, after all." A grin is given to the merchant. "And maybe you'll get home a bit faster if the woman is busy talking to me when you pass."
 
Cristobal releases the coin, nodding his head to Viari. It's like some question was answered for him. The din is released. "Of course, I am no one to go back on a deal. Never let such a terrible thing be said of me." He pauses, and adds, "You've treated us very fairly, on that note. For myself, I will tell everyone of your fair-minded nature."
 
He looks to Viari, brow-ridges lifting. "So. Shall we?"
 
The transaction completed, and the grain and flour handed over, the merchant turns to another customer. "Enjoy your conversation."
 
Viari takes the goods that are passed their way, leaving Cristobal's hands free just in case. "That almost went sideways," she murmurs quietly in his direction, giving him a small smirk. "But we have a lead now." She seems pleased enough, walking through the market in the general direction of their next stop.
 
Cristobal snorts. "Not really. We actually learned something." He looks over. "THERE'S the mechanism that keeps order, Vi." He nods back towards to the merchant as he walks. "That was a threat. The social enforcement mechanism would appear to be reputational damage." He grin to Vi. "You're welcome. For when you write the paper." And, with that, he heads north. "Let's see if we can find this talkative woman."
 
"That would explain why we haven't seen much by the way of law enforcement." Viari frowns a bit at him, flicking her eyes sideways. "Which... actually, the room we're in right now... is she someone who has lost reputation? Is that why she is in that situation? Are we going to run in to complications by associating with her?" More questions. No answers yet. That's a Later Problem. For now, she just walks with Cris, heading north.
 
Cristobal shrugs as he goes. "It's not like we're living here the rest of our lives. We would learn something, if it shook out that way." He looks over to Vi a sidelong snap of his eyes. "Like any good line of inquiry, more questions get raised with each answer.
 
Viari shakes her head slightly. "My main concern is that, if that's the case, people may stop talking to us," she tells him quietly. "But it's also possible that it's based on individual merit. As long as we stay honest, things will be fine." She looks down at the grains in hand, studying them. "We also learned that the soil here is healthy for crops. At least grain crops, and whatever else was on that pastry."
 
Cristobal nods. "Oh, have a field day with your analysis." He looks over, shrugging. "I mean. I can actually help with the grain and soil analysis. If you want a hand." He seems slightly unsure in even asking, but there it is.
 
The merchant was right, as not long after new prey come out of the city, a woman in her mid-40s, judging by her appearance, approaches waggling a hand in the air, "Hello, hello" she calls cheerily, "I've not seen you two before. having a good day?"
 
"Well. If you WANT to..." Viari trails off, letting her voice dip lower for his ears only. "Once we're done here, there will be time for a full in-depth analysis. And we can work together to blow the dust off that part of your memory. Or you can review the samples in your down time."
 
Then they're heading north and seeking the woman who apparently talks a lot. Which is exactly what Viari wants. Spotting the woman, she offers a smile and lifts her free hand in greeting. "Yes, we are. So far, at least. Is your day going well?"
 
Cristobal looks over to Tilar, chuckling at something, and then turns his gaze back to the mid-40's woman. A hand is raised in greeting, but he doesn't interrupt Viari. Only after the UnTrill finishes speaking does he interject. "For myself, my day is going well." He says nothing else, letting the other woman set the pace.
 
"Splendid, splendid." The woman replies, "You two look like a happy couple, just married? I've been to all kinds of weddings, let me tell you. There was the time my cousin got married, such a happy wonderful occasion. Lovely story."
 
"Yes, just recently," Viari says, playing along with the tale Cris has already established for the day. "Weddings are lovely, but I was hoping I might be able to get some stories about the history of this place." Her free hand gestures about, somewhat broadly. "This is the first time I've visited this specific area, and I'm hoping to learn more so that I can tell my own stories when we return home. How long have you lived here?"
 
Cristobal glances to Tilar. "Er, yes. Our marriage is a VERY new thing." He looks back to the old woman, shrugging, and goes quiet.
 
The woman smiles, happy to have an eager audience, "Oh I travel some, mostly between here and Sulan to the north. I have family in both cities. I could tell you about the time there was a brawl at the market", she points back down the road, "It was so strange, but an argument over price got out of hand. A remarkable story."
 
"We don't travel a great deal, so we haven't seen too many things yet. It's one of the reasons I'm trying to learn as much as I can. Is Sulan much different than here?" Viari tilts her head curiously, genuinely interested in the answers that she might get. "The market here has a lot of things, and we didn't see too much arguing about prices. Some negotiating is natural, of course, but no real fighting."
 
Cristobal's reaction is much stronger. "A brawl? In the /market?/ People came to /blows/?" He looks shocked, SHOCKED! "Surely you overstate matters. I've never heard of such a thing." He looks over to Tilar, then back to the other woman.
 
"How long ago WAS this?"
 
"It was a few years ago now." The woman continues, "I had never seen the like either, everyone was talking about it for days after. Eventually the parties involved were separated but, a remarkable story." She smiles at Viari, "Sulan is the last place the", she looks around, "protectorate visited.", she asks, before wanting to offend, "How do you feel about the First?"
 
Viari follows the woman's lead, looking around presumably to see if people are listening in. She steps just a little close, letting the volume of her voice drop. "Well, I don't offer prayers myself, but I know that there are still quite a few people that do," she says, weighing the woman's response. "For things that are so important, surprisingly few people are willing to talk about the protectorate. But you don't seem to be the fearful type, unless I'm getting the wrong impression. You seem incredibly well-traveled to me."
 
Cristobal glances towards Viari, his motion...careful, somehow. His brow-ridges lift. Picking up the thread of her conversations, he says, "I, myself, am far to young to have seen the protectorate." He shakes his head. "And while I am not a pious man, I am a curious one."
 
He pauses and adds, "Neither me nor my wife ever saw the protectorate, or even heard much about them where we are from."
 
"No, you wouldn't would you. Even those in Muddah would have been young the last time they were here." The woman replies, "Sulan was the last place that I know of they visited, even then it was a decade ago. They visited regularly then, Quires spreading the word." She faulters only briefly, gauging your previous response, "You'll hear /that/ phrase far more often in Sulan, are you of the N'Vol. I believe in the First myself, but in my own way. There was a time, or so the stories go, handed down through the generations from my mother, and her mother before her and so on, a time before the protectorate." She adds one last gotcha moment, "My mother wasn't even born on this planet, now that's an exciting story."
 
Viari's eyes widen slightly. "She wasn't born on this planet? How is that even POSSIBLE?" She looks around the street before glancing to Cris and then back at the woman. "Can you tell me that story? I've never heard anything like that before. Is there a place that we can sit, maybe? I'd love to hear some of those tales. They'd make great stories to bring home." One hand lifts, waving in the air like an invisible banner. "The Otherworldly Wonder, The Beginning of the Protectorate... then maybe The Last Protectorate."
 
Cristobal doesn't jump, exactly, but there is clear excitement in his eyes at the woman's final sentence. He looks over to Tilar, nodding quickly, and then looks back to the talkative woman. "Sulan has many of the N'Vol?" He pauses, shaking his head. "Never you mind. Please tell the tale of your mother!"
 
The woman continues her tale as she leads you over to a nearby wagon where you can sit, and are no longer in the middle of the road, "Tavilla, that is the name of the planet she was born on, and according to her, generations before her weren't even from there. I don't know the name of our ancestral home, other than home. It just wasn't a thing people needed to know, why would you? You never expect to be taken from it." She looks up at the sky, "The protectorate have ships that can fly through the sky and go from planet to planet. Magical machines. You may not like this, but I think all of our ancestors were from other worlds, at some point, long ago brought here. But why, I don't know."
 
Viari follows the woman over to the wagon, listening attentively to the tale she begins to tell. She settles down to sit nearby, watching with interest. "I certainly couldn't imagine being taken from my home by a magical sky ship," she says, looking up towards the sky. "Magical machines that take people away from planets to come here by the protectorate?" Then she frowns and looks back at the woman. "I wonder why they would do that. And then to just leave everyone here...? Do you know why they left?" Viari shakes her head a bit, offering the woman a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I have a lot of questions."
 
Cristobal laughs, his tone light and cheerful. With a vague motion to Viari, he says to the other woman. "Can you see why I married her? Her curiosity is so intense, like the noon sun!" He shakes his head. "Magical sky ships." He considers, then asks, "What did they look like? The Protectorate?"
 
"Some are really tall beings with glowing orbs above their heads, while others are spiders and bats." The woman replies in all seriousness, "There are many stories on why they left, many mourn their absence, fearing their connection to the First will fade."
 
"The beings of the protectorate all look different?" Viari asks, head tilting curiously to one side. "Just like the people around here all look different?" She grins over at Cristobal as he mentions her curiosity, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "The best stories hold grains of truth. And I can't learn about the past unless I ask, right?" Then she looks back to the woman. "What did they do when they came? Bring people? Talk to people? Teach people? Why do YOU think they left?"
 
Cristobal wonders out loud, though he nods along with Viari's questions. "Why do /you/ think they left?" He looks to the woman, shaking his head. "And what of the Quires? What are they doing, now that the Protectorate has gone." He considers. "Sulan was the last place they were seen? Is that the city that bears the old road and a giant monument to the Protectorate, that they used to land their magical skyships upon? We heard a story about that."
 
There is another pause, and he thinks something through. "Your mother. How did she describe Tavilla? What was it like?"
 
The woman shrugs, "I never thought about it, maybe they brought people, maybe they took people too, that makes for a good story. Yes, I think you are right, they would bring people here and take others elsewhere to help spread the word of the First, it must be." She gives Viari a questioning look, "Of course everyone looks different, they always have. Here, on Tavilla, it is the same, we are of the N'Vol" "Why do I think they left, they saw faith dwindling, and could no longer watch as the faithless numbers grew." She sobs and looks up to the sky and prays.
 
Viari gives the woman a sympathetic look. "Just because the faith is quiet doesn't mean that it's gone," she says quietly, shaking her head. "I'm sure there are people who don't believe, but I'm just as sure that there are people who do. Just quietly. In their way." Her eyes shift sideways to Cris as the woman offers a prayer up to the sky, before she returns her attention to the woman, waiting patiently for her to have her moment of grief before speaking again. "What is your favorite story about the Protectorate and The First?"
 
Cristobal seems content to remain quiet, now. He clearly listens, intently, but does nothing to ruin the flow of the older woman's story.
 
It takes a long few minutes before the woman is responsive again, "When I was little, a Quire was singing, and I swear I could see the First begin to materialize above his head. A glowing aura of warmth and love."
 
Cristobal leans to the UnTrill near him, and murmurs something before Viari can respond, quietly enough to nor disrupt the flow of conversation. A low whisper. "In Catholicism, we call them angels. Messengers of the gods."
 
Viari offers her a warm smile. "That sounds magical," she says, looking towards Cris as he leans in to speak to her before refocusing on the woman. "What happened next? Have you seen it happen again, or just the once when you were young?"
 
"That's all I remember, seeing the First." The woman replies, "It's why I still pray, I believe."
 
Cristobal doesn't seem inclined to ask any questions, leaving that to the young woman next to him near the wagon. Instead of a question, he comments, softly, "That is a beautiful story." Watching her, his voice goes soft. "I believe in the First, in my way, too. I've never seen the hand of the First at work, though. I envy you. I envy your story." Whatever else he might be, in that moment, he sounds utterly sincere.
 
"That's definitely something I would never forget." A look is given to Cris as he speaks, his words given some silent thought before the attention shifts back to the woman with them. Viari leans back a bit in her seat, thinking for a moment before her next question. "What about the sky ships? Do you think they're real?" Her eyes go a little bit wider then, expression shifting to one of mild excitement. "Have you SEEN one?"
 
"I've heard tell they are as large as cities, and might even be up in the sky now, too far to see from here." The woman replies.
 
His eyes are wide as he looks to the woman, and what little acting he is doing still has raw sincerity infused in it. "That would be a site to see." He sighs, and shakes his head in soft wonder. "Do you think the Quires truly spread the message of the Protectors?"
 
Viari tips her head back to look up at the sky, searching it pointedly before shaking her head and returning her focus to their companion. "That's almost impossible to imagine. A vessel as big as a city? But it doesn't fall out of the sky? How does that even work?" Though that does sound like a more rhetorical line of thought. "Do you think the Protectorate will ever come back?"
 
The woman is sad again thinking about their absence, "I don't know if they ever will. But yes, after what I saw, I do believe the Quire spread the word of the First."
 
Cristobal reaches out, and nearly touches the older woman's arm, though he stops himself. Instead, he smiles -- heartfelt, rich, and pure. "Do not be sad. I think, no matter what happens with the Protectorate? You will ALWAYS feel your connection to the first." He moves to stand, jerking a sort of 'come here' gesture to Viari. To the other woman, he says, "WE must go. My wife and I must make food. But...what is your name?"
 
"Nice of you to ask, it is Bonnil." The woman replies, "Thank you for speaking with me. Have a wonderful day."
 
Viari gives a somewhat dramatic sigh at the gesture from Cristobal, but she obeys, rising up onto her feet. She turns to look at the now-named woman and gives her a warm smile. "Thank you for the stories, Bonnil. I hope I have the chance to see you again, either here or in Sulan."
 
Cristobal gives Bonnil a broad smile -- again, it looks truly heartfelt -- and then turns to go, his pace light and sure.

RP Log: Delonine V -- Shopping Proves Fruitful

2025-11-15T02:38:48Z

RP Log: Delonine V - Let's go Shopping!

2025-11-13T23:13:46Z

RP Log: Delonine V - The Expanding Enigma

2025-11-13T22:59:13Z

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| style="width: 32%;vertical-align:top;padding:0.5em;" | '''Participants:'''
* [[McAllister]]
* [[Castillo]]
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* [[Worthington]]
* [[Tilar]]
* [[Ramirez]]
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* USS Phoenix Bridge
* Delonine V Attic
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* 136328.11
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:''Attic <Delonine V>
:''Not large, and not small, the attic is what it is, an attic. The walls slope downward at the sides, but the ceiling is tall enough in the middle to stand. A mattress lays in one corner, but it has seen better days. Two wooden chairs are also here.
:''A small dirt crusted window overlooks the street below.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Sending request for communication to Lieutenant McAllister.
 
Cristobal says, "Sir, this is Ramirez, down on the planet. The duty officer notified me in a message that you will be joining us on the away team, and that I should brief you on the general situation and mission objectives. Is now a good time?"
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] McAllister says, "Yes, if you don't mind that is. I really need to stretch my legs, I won't be taking over command either."
 
Cristobal chuckles. "Sir, not my command to relinquish. I'm here to provide covert assistance, investigative support, and security. Lieutenant Alue is in charge, as far as I know." He pauses, thinking. "Have you read the reports posted in the archive by Lieutenant Castillo?"
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] McAllister says, "I've glanced over them but honestly not made much impression on me."
 
Cristobal pauses, then begins summarizing, "Well, I just wanted to understand what you know. As it stands, our mission parameters are currently very clear. We are attempting to ascertain the general medical, economic, security, and cultural situation on this planet before conducting more specific specialist missions to investigate a landing site, and a settlement that is linked to it by a road."
 
"Traces of what is likely impulse drive were detected in the atmosphere, they are over ten years old. The road and landing structure have not been maintained in a decade, either. There are dozens of different humanoid species down here; at least 1 of them we are fairly certain is not native to this planet. Specifically, the Nuvol."
 
"With me, so far?"
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] McAllister says, "Yep sit and watch job."
 
Cristobal grins, unseen, but it can be heard in his tone. "Precisely. Currently, we've secured shelter, but there are clear signs of economic distress. Starvation. Despair. We are going to be exploring the current settlement we are in, gathering what information we can, then likely moving to the settlement with the landing site, which is some distance away."
 
"This planet is not yet warp capable, so full Prime Directive protocols are in place. You need to speak with Doctor Tilar, and request that she surgically alter you to be a Nuvol. Openly bring nothing more sophisticated than a knife and a bag; a concealed Type-1 phaser with no extra power cell is authorized. A concealed tricorder is authorized. Make sure it's all tucked away. Secure clothing appropriate for the planet. Once you're ready to go, beam down to my location; it is safe for transport."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] McAllister says, "Alright noted."
 
Cristobal says, "Other than that, I think we can figure out the rest of the plan once you've joined us."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] McAllister says, "Give me an hour or two I suppose and I'll be with you"
 
Cristobal says, "That sounds just fine, sir. I'm going nowhere. Just give me a warning before you beam down so that I can be certain the coast is clear, so to speak."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Quintin says, "Give me a few and I'll transport to you"
 
Cristobal says, say, "Yes, sir. Ramirez out."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Connection to McAllister terminated.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from McAllister.
 
Cristobal says, "Ramirez here."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Quintin says, "It's Quint. Is the area clear? I'm ready to transport down with Doctor Tilar."
 
Cristobal says, "You're clear to bean down sure. Just...watch your head and don't move until you get your bearings. You'll understand when you materialize."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Quintin says, "Understood. See you soon. Quint out."
 
Cristobal says, "Ramirez out."
 
The swirl of the transporter brightly fills the small hallway in which Cristobal, disguised as a Nuvol, stands. Two figures materialize, resolving into Lieutenants Viari Tilar and Quint McAllister.
 
Cristobal nods his head to Quinton, then Viara. He looks between the two of them, and is clearly performing a sort of inspection.
 
The doctor arrives and pauses, blinking once as she looks around the new environment. Viari looks over at Cris as he appears, giving him a once-over as well. "Everything going okay so far?"
 
Cristobal seems no worse for wear, though they building they are in probably has seen better days. Over in the corner, there is a soft *squeak* as local rat-analogue moves in the shadows, following Cristobal's motions expectantly. "So far. If you'll both follow me, we'll get sorted. And be quiet. Landlady will want to know where you came from." He passes into the small attic that serves as their base of operations.
 
Cristobal motions around the room. Prina Alue sleeps over in the corner, on a mattress, her clothing serving as her blanket. Several more of the rat analogues crouch in the shadows of one corner. The smell of urine and feces wafts in from the alleyway visible out the window. "Well. Welcome home."
Quintin glances around and sniffs the air. "Smells like Glasgow."
 
Viari follows Cris up the stairs and looks around, glancing over at Alue before returning her gaze to Cris. "This is... not ideal. You were not wrong when you mentioned the lack of sanitation."
 
Cristobal shrugs to Viari. "I felt like my report was specific and accurate." He shakes his head. "I'm just glad we got authorization to begin in earnest." He nods to the chairs. "Feel free to sit while I fill you both in?" And then he looks to Quint. "You know...? I've never been to Glasgow. Now I'm not sure I want to go."
 
Quintin leans against the window, watching the outside with genuine interest. "It's not changed in four hundred years. Still a runinous pile, the English came and thought that's what the rest of God's own country looked like and went home."
 
"Where's that?" Viari asks, looking between the two. She does settle herself into one of the chairs, setting her bag down on the floor beside her. "Tell me what you've got so far, Cris."
Cristobal chuckles at Quint's comment. The chuckle then turns to an outright laugh. His own faintly languid and mushy accent is pretty hard to pin down, but it's DEFINITELY not Glaswegian. "That certainly explains Scottish and English history."
 
He holds a hand up, fingers slightly curled. "England's here." He points to the bottom half of his hand. "Glasgow's here." He points sort of 2/3s of the way up to the left. "Glasgow's here. England took over Scotland a long time ago. Earth history."
 
Then he lowers his hand and blows out a breath. "Starvation. Which probably also means a bunch of various diseases. We've established a solid place to strike out from. W know the Nuvol are called the N'vol here, so I should be able to pass. I think." He looks to Vi. "If we need a genetic pattern, we should have Nuvol DNA on record in the Phoenix medical archives, Doctor Tilar."
 
Quintin glances away from the window. "So, what's the plan then?"
 
Viari nods slowly at the explanation Cris gives, a bit of realization hitting her when she understands that they're talking about Earth. "OH. Okay that makes a bit more sense." Then she blinks again and wrinkles her nose. "There are still places on Earth that smell like this?"
 
Then Cris is explaining the situation on the planet and she listens closely, lacing her fingers together and watching him. "Starvation can compromise the immune system; these people could be sick, or they could just be hungry. Do we know why there's food scarcity here yet? I already assume that no one has figured out HOW these people got here yet."
 
Cristobal nods between Quintin and Viari. "Recon. Prime Directive rules are in full effect. We are to take no action that could potentially compromise development of this world. At least, for now. There's pretty clearly, to me, been come contamination already, but we've no idea to what extent."
 
He points out the window. "There's a marketplace that way. I think our first objective should be to go to the market in a two person team." He shrugs. "Ascertain the medical and food situation; scan the locals surreptitiously to get a better idea of general health, if possible, and then figure out what we can about the people here, so we can compare them to the people closer to where our extra-planetary visitors made camp a decade ago."
 
He waves. "We need authorization to move further, but that's what /I/ think needs to happen." He looks between the two. "Thoughts? Suggestions?"
 
Quintin shakes his head. "Sounds like a solid course of action."
 
Viari nods slowly, looking thoughtful. "There has, but just because there are multiple species here now doesn't mean that they'd understand yet another unknown factor. We don't know if 'new people' or outsiders are commonplace. Deferring to following Prime Directive protocols is the right choice."
 
Her eyes flick over to the window briefly before returning to the group. "I can probably run some basic scans from here, but getting closer samples would provide more data, obviously. I can check their genetics and their level of malnutrition. I'm concerned that introducing food too quickly will cause things to actually get worse; you can't just feed someone who is starving. There's a process so that you don't kill them."
 
She leans back in her seat, arms folding loosely over her chest. "As for the marketplace... those are often central hubs for civilizations. We can likely get a great deal of information there. What's the cover story? Where are we from? What are we looking for?"
 
Cristobal nods to Vi, grinning a wry and lopsided smirk. "Plenty of fecal and urine samples out in the alley for you, Doctor." His eyes sparkle in humor. Then he nods. "We're small-time traders from a village far to the southwest. We're trying out hand at overland travel to do better n our trade."
 
He motions expansively. "I had heard there was some concern about food quality? I suggest we get Phoenix to replicate some low quality flatbread from some grain type we'll obtain a sample of in the market. We barter for a sample -- we can trade one of the knives away -- and beam it back to Phoenix for analysis. In this way, we avoid contamination."
 
His eyes look to Vi. "Acceptable?"
 
Quintin nods. "Good plan."
 
Viari makes a face at Cris as he mentions the samples in the alley. "I don't know who those came from," she counters, giving him a similarly wry smirk. "What do we trade? Food?"
 
She nods in agreement at the mention of food quality. "Yes, I was concerned about providing anything particularly nutrient rich for the reasons I've stated; it can actually harm people more than help them. And we don't want to have a surplus because that may draw some unwanted attention. Desperate people do desperate things. I would recommend seeing what KIND of food they have first, then have the Phoenix replicate something similar."
 
Quintin says, "We could aquire a sample of some kind and send that back as well?"
 
Cristobal looks to Quint, grinning. "Your part comes later, Lieutenant. You think you can perform a professional analysis of a landing structure that was designed to handle impulse engine-powered freighter traffic? And yes. I agree. We should do the same with the landing structure. Samples, I mean."
 
He looks back to Viari, nodding once. "Yes, that would seem like the wisest course, Doctor. So we'll do it your way. We'll trade a knife for a sample of some food, and beam it back to Phoenix. Then we know for sure we're not going to kill anyone or create some kind of bubble market or health event."
 
A single nod. "Again. This is just MY plan. It'll have to be approved. But we lose nothing gathering information and samples."
 
Quintin picks up a small rock from the windowledge, rolling it in the palm of his hand and then tossing it lightly into the air. Catching it in his left hand he clenches it into a fist, shakes it and then opens it to show an empty palm. "Now imagine if that was a small titbit of food eh?"
 
Viari nods in agreement, seeming pleased with the arrangement. "Yes, I think that's a good plan. I have a lot of questions, and very few answers at this time. I don't suppose you happen to know if new people come through here? I don't know if that's come up in any conversations you've had so far."
 
Cristobal watches Quint, and chuckles. "Great way to get knifed, maybe. Caution, sir." He grins. And then looks back to Vi. "Not explicitly. However, the old woman who runs this boarding house seemed to be just fine with strangers looking for a room. The implication is that happens often. no?"
 
There is a knock at the door, the woman who rented the room asks, "Do you have more bread, or money? You said there would be another loaf." She sounds hopeful, but also desperate.
 
"It's not rare at least," Viari agrees with a nod. "That does help. That means that us being from 'not here' isn't going to necessarily be an issue." Her fingertips press together, steepling somewhat in front of her. Hearing the knock at the door, Viari goes quiet, brows lifting slightly as she turns her head over to look at Cris.
 
Quintin looks back from the window and nod to Cris in the direction of the door.
 
Cristobal looks over his shoulder to the other two, then at Prina sleeping, checking to make sure no tech-related gear is out. Then he opens the door, body language open. A squeak from the hinges accentuates the motion of the door. As he opens the door, he pulls out a loaf of the same bread from before, holding it in hand so that it is the first thing she sees.
 
Cristobal's new friends might be a surprise, given they didn't come in through the front door. "I made a deal, madam." He again offers a smile he hopes doesn't come off as intimidating. "For you." He pauses, then, "You know, I never did get your name. Perhaps you could give me that, and tell me and my friends what can be found in the marketplace?"
 
The woman stands at the entryway, and gladly accepts the load of bread, "So you do have money, if you are going to the market. You can get anything you want there, food, drink, clothes, jewelry, trinkets. I've been able to barter for a few things for food, but for the rest, you will need money. My name is Vuzze". She sees two more strangers, "Are you of the N'Vol?"
 
Viari offers the woman a small smile, then shakes her head. "I am not, no. It's nice to meet you, Vuzze. Thanks for watching my friend here. I hope he hasn't given you any trouble." Her tone is teasing as she gestures in Cris' direction. She doesn't immediately rise from her position on the chair, instead just watching their guest. "I haven't been to this area before. You seem to know quite a bit. Is the market here just a gathering of people selling their wares, or is there someone in charge over the whole thing?"
 
Quintin remains quiet, allowing the others to speak but still offers a pleasant smile to the woman.
Cristobal lets the others answer for themselves, having already briefed them. Once they do, he interjects, "We've no money, Vuzze." Very carefully and slowly, he reaches for his knife, holding the other hand out so she knows it's not in anger. He shows her the blade. "We were hoping to trade for some money. Is there someone there who would buy good, new steel?" And then he quiets, letting her answer the fusillade of questions.
 
The woman stares at Viari, confusion evident in her expression, "You openly admit to not be of the N'Vol?" After a long pause to contemplate Viari's response she shakes her head, "All are Uaye, subservient to the protectorate. Buyers and sellers come from all over to sell their wares." She looks the knife over, "You may be able to sell that for money." Just then a chime sounds from somewhere distant, somewhat like a church bell. Vuzze turns to leave with her loaf of bread, "I must pray. Be careful who you tell you are not of the N'Vol, some will not understand." She leaves.
 
"Thank you for the advice, I will be careful who I tell," Viari tells the woman, pressing her palms together and bowing her head in a gesture of thanks and humility. She waits until the woman leaves and the door closes, one brow rising as she looks at Cris. "That would have been good to know before. Any further personnel that might join, regardless of appearance, will need to be of N'Vol. It also makes me wonder moreso what role the Nuvol have here. Or had, if they aren't here any longer."
 
Cristobal frowns, nodding to the old woman. "We come from far away, Vuzze." He smiles. "Before you go? It is a game, we play. My friends and I. What do you think our names are?" He motions to his companions. "I love to hear what names people give us. A past time. Just give us the first name that pops into mind, before you go to pray.
 
Vuzze responds quickly, "You are like me, like all, Uaye. I do not know your names beyond that. The First waits for me, I must pray." She disappears down the stairs.
 
Cristobal shuts the door with a squeak-click. Over in the corner, the rat-analogue circus squeaks back in response. Then he turns to the others. "So, let's review. Being of the N'Vol matters. Maybe it has nothing to do with the Nuvol, who knows. We are all of the Uaye. The First is a religious figure, god, whatever. As Uaye, we are subservient to the protectorate. We have no idea what the protectorate is." He pauses. "Did I miss anything?"
 
"Prayers appear to be done on a schedule." Viari lifts one finger. "There was a bell. A chime. I don't know what that schedule looks like. It'd be worth noting the frequency at which it rings. We may want to follow any public rituals that we see if it happens while we're in public."
 
Quintin returns his gaze out of the window, eyes looking around for signs of potential information. "I must admit I thought we were done then when you said we weren't. How many times have you heard that bell since you've been here?"
 
Cristobal nods, then notes, "My tricorder is running a complete mission audio log. We should be able to confirm it, but my recollection is once a day, around this time." He considers. "We don't want to be moving when it rings, or we stick out. Yes, we need to figure out what local ritual looks like. Alternately, good cover to do something, potentially."
 
He looks to Quint. "Quint, can you stay with Prina while I escort Vi to the market to see about getting some information, and some money? I'd prefer no one moves around alone."
 
Viari shakes her head at the mention of moving around when the bell rings. "No, we definitely don't want to be out and about when that happens. That would definitely draw the wrong kind of attention, especially after that reaction." She nods towards the door. "It would be worth eventually figuring out what their prayer rituals look like, but I'd also recommend waiting a little bit before heading out to the market; we don't know how long this prayer is supposed to take. We might not want to be caught outside if we're supposed to be in prayer."
 
Quintin nods. "Yea sure."
 
Cristobal considers Viari's suggestion, then gives her a slow, considered nod. "You're right. Leaving now without any idea of what local custom is would be risky, for no good reason. This marketplace sounds like it will be busy." He shrugs. "Let's organize notes, and report in to Lieutenant Castillo, and inform her of the plan?"
 
"Busy isn't necessarily bad, but I'd be more concerned about wandering when we shouldn't be." Viari rubs lightly at the side of her neck and puffs out a breath between her lips, nodding to him. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."
 
You tap your commbadge and speak into it.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Sending request for communication to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Communications channel to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A open.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Castillo says, "USS Phoenix."
 
Cristobal takes a breath, collecting his thoughts, "Excellent. I'll start with the general security and situation update. Per the message I got from the duty officer, I secured the beam-in site, provided the situation and Prime Directive protocol brief, and then Lieutenants Tilar and McAllister beamed in on Stardate: 136327.09. They were given a status update."
 
He speaks as if reading from a mental list. "A full audio log is attached to the sidechannel of this transmission. Just after Tilar and McAllister arrived, the host arrived. We gathered some additional information. At this time, I am turning the report over to Lieutenant Tilar for her anthropological and cultural analysis."
 
"I haven't yet had the opportunity to do any scans, so all of this is based on observation so far." Tilar takes a breath, taking a moment to organize her thoughts before continuing. "Everyone, regardless of species, is 'of N'vol,' though I have yet to determine exactly what that means. Stating that you are not is apparently not advisable, though I'm unclear on the consequences of that at this time. The populace says that they are Uaye; still determining what exactly that means as well, but we are expected to be subservient to The Protectorate, which we have also not yet identified. There is a chime that rings once daily where the populace seems to be expected to offer prayers to The First. I've advised that we make sure we are out of sight during that time, or find some way to mimic the rituals so as not to draw suspicion. The very little exposure that I've had so far leads me to believe that at least some of these people are in dire straits, but we've yet to determine why. I am very curious about the cause behind the food scarcity here."
 
She pauses for a moment, thinking before continuing. "I would like to take some preliminary scans from this space, out of sight, to see what kind of situation this is from a medical perspective. I have also discussed the food plan in further detail with Lieutenant Ramirez to make sure no harm is done to the populace."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] "Is there anything else?" Castillo asks in the broadest sense. She takes a deep breath. "More specifically, any additional evidence that would suggest the population, has or has not been exposed to warp technology?"
 
"Aside from the mention of the Nuvol, none that I've observed yet." Tilar shakes her head, the tone likely reflecting that. "That is something that I am going to keep looking for, but given the state of things, I think it's possible the general populace has no idea. The Protectorate, however, is a wholly different... possibly caste? And it's possible that they have more resources than they are willing to share, also for reasons unknown at this time."
 
Cristobal picks up the verbal baton passed by Tilar, smoothly catching the thread of conversation. "In order to minimize contamination, we intend to only use a two-person team to collect additional intelligence in the market area; Vuzze, the female that is hosting us in this place, indicated that the market here is a major trade hub. She believes it is possible for us to trade knives for money. We are not familiar with the rate of exchange however."
 
"As to the extent of exposure to warp technology, we need to get more information to begin to make that determination. Our trip to the market, therefore, has the following goals:"
 
"One, we will obtain a sample of local grain and bread so that it can be analyzed and replicated aboard Phoenix, to address Doctor Tilar's concerns."
 
"Two, we will trade one of our knives for money, and also determine the rate of exchange we can expect."
 
"Three, we will ask nuanced and general questions with the intent to get a read on the Protectorate, Uaye, N'Vol, and to determine to the extent possible how much evidence there is of warp technology contamination. Four, we will try to determine the safest overland route from here to the impulse freighter landing site based on the trade caravans that were in evidence here. Five, we will collect biological, technological, and linguistic samples if possible from the market, for later analysis."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Castillo is standing in the center of the bridge, speaking at the viewscreen with the away team members. She turns to look at Worthington as he enters, before glancing back at the console. "Please standby." Her request given with a monotone delivery. A step or two towards the nearest console is made before muting the viewscreen.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Connection to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A muted.
 
Cristobal glances over to Tilar as they wait. "Bottom of the totem pole. That's us."
 
Tilar chucks quietly and shrugs. "Not necessarily. We're just boots on the ground. It's harder to coordinate when there's distance and potentially missed context."
 
Cristobal mmms. "There's some of that, yes." It's pretty clear he thinks there's more to it, by his tone, but he doesn't elaborate.
 
Her brows lift slightly, questioning look on her face. "We can talk about it later, if you want." Tilar rises, moving over to the window to peer out into the street. "Have you had much time to watch the people go by? Any kinds of enforcement? Street violence?"
 
Cristobal shakes his head. "The window overlooks an alleyway. You can smell it from up here. Down there, on the ground, it's much worse. My take? Local drunks and indigents use it as a latrine. No one really seems to walk back there, otherwise."
 
"Likely," Tilar agrees with a slow nod, humming thoughtfully. "Unfortunate." She sighs heavily, frowning. "I need more data."
 
Cristobal motions to the silent communicator with growing impatience and irritation. "Yes."
 
Tilar steps away from the window, crossing the room over to him. "How much interaction have you had with our host? She seems a pleasant enough person, though desperate."
 
Cristobal nods. "We've spoken with her twice. Once when we bargained for the attic. Then now, to collect the other piece of bread I promised. Unfortunately, that bread is high protein, high-caloric content bread tailored for me. It only looks like local food. I burn maybe 3.5 kcals per day. So this is, obviously, not a long-term solution."
 
Tilar's nose wrinkles slightly at that. "Cris, that might make her sick," she warns. "It really depends how malnourished she was before you gave it to her. Hopefully we can get a better solution for that. I think sending samples back to the Phoenix is definitely the best bet." She lifts one hand, touching each finger as she lists off the to-do list. "Sell the knife to get some money. Find some food samples to send back for analysis and replication. Figure out how these people got here, which could be connected to the Nuvol, the Protectorate, or The First. Or all three. And, if we can, figure out how and where food is usually produced."
 
Cristobal shrugs. "I had limited tools with which to work, Vi. There was no perfect solution, and we needed to get off the street. We have a better solution pending. I would make the same decision, given what I had to work with at the time. Going forward, we have a better plan, in part thanks to you." He pauses, and again motions to the still-silent commbadge. "Them keeping us in the dark is really beginning to irritate me."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Connection to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A reopened.
 
"No no, I know." Tilar lifts one hand and shakes her head. "Your options were very limited. Bread is better than some other options, honestly."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Worthington nods to Castillo. "Please do so," he says, turning to the screen. "How are things planetside?"
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Castillo rapidly taps at her console to make a transcript of the log available for Worthington to view.
 
Cristobal clears his throat. "Unchanged from both previous reports. Lieutenant Alue is sleeping, Lieutenant McAllister is teamed up with her. Lieutenant Tilar and myself are preparing to go into the market, as soon as their prayer period ends. And, assuming our proposed plan of action and goals aren't a problem for you all?"
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Worthington nods to the screen. "Proceed lieutenant. Exercise caution and discretion of course, and continue to report your findings. Good luck down there."
 
Cristobal nods. "Acknowledged, sir." There is a pause, and he asks, "Lieutenant Tilar, do you have anything to add before we close this up?"
 
Tilar shakes her head. "No, I have nothing to add at this time."
 
Cristobal says, "Very well. We'll report back after we return, Commander. Lieutenants Alue and McAllister will hold our base of operations. While we are out, I am setting our commbadges to emergency-only, to lower contamination risk."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Castillo looks to Worthington, waiting to see if he wants the channel closed.
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Worthington nods to the screen. "Very well," he says, nodding to Castillo. "Phoenix out."
 
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Connection to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A terminated.

RP Log: Live from Delonine V!

2025-11-12T03:29:46Z

RP Log: Bread - the Universal Currency

2025-11-11T22:26:36Z

RP Log: A Hidden Trail

2025-11-10T04:39:44Z

[[Category:RP Logs]][[Category: 2459]]
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* [[Worthington]]
* [[Ramirez]]
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* [[Alue]]
* [[Tilar]]
* [[Castillo]]
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* Phoenix Bridge
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* 136294.86
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:''Main Bridge <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
:''The main bridge is divided into three sections. Far to fore is an open area before the large viewscreen. This area also doubles as a walkway between the Captain and XO's offices to starboard and port respectively, the bridge staff breakroom to port, and a doorway to starboard which leads to the forward corridor and the conference room.
:''The central section, raised a single step from the forward section, is accessible from both sides. To the fore of this section are the helm and operations stations, with the XO, Captain, and Mission Specialist chairs at aft. The latter three stations are enclosed in a horseshoe like shape.
:''To both sides of the central horseshoe shape are ramps that lead up to the highest and largest tier of the bridge. On the starboard side is the engineering station with a large L-shaped console, and the damage control station behind it. To port is the communications station, again with a large L-shaped console, and behind it the science station. At the aft side of the horseshoe shape is the tactical station, and along the back wall are multiple auxiliary stations. Access to the saucer turbolift and a doorway leading aft are also available on this tier.
 
Ramirez wanders onto the bridge, his hair looking decidedly...wet. Still perfectly coifed, though. A man's hair is serious business. With a short (though polite) nod, he says, "Lieutenant. Commander."
 
Worthington nods toward Castillo and reitterates to the helm. "Okay, take us in. Set course for the M class planet on sensors, then slew us -250000 light seconds, and engage at cruise warp."
 
Castillo is seating at the operations station. She casts a glance back at Ramirez as he enters from the turbolift, providing a respectful nod before returning her attention to the console.
 
Ramirez interjects, quietly, "Which station would you like me to take, sir?"
 
Worthington looks to Ramirez, considering. "Welcome to the bridge Cris. Take tactical, and be prepared to assist with the upcoming system scans." He watches the readouts on his smaller display as the ship gets underway.
 
The vessel drops out of warp.
 
Castillo reads through the initial reports from the sensors, letting the computer do most of the work. "Class M planet, sir." She announces, turning to look at Worthington. "With purported life, in the millions."
 
Ramirez nods. "Aye, sir." With that, he moves over to the tactical section, logging onto the terminal with quick, sure strokes. "Manned, sir." Without comment, he begins going through the various status screen.
 
Worthington nods to Castillo and Ramirez. "Technological development?" he asks.
 
[Tactical Console: Delonine V detected resources: nothing]
 
[Tactical Console: Cultural sophistication: industrialized]
 
Castillo instructs the ship's sensors to perform a more thorough scan of the planet in question. She takes a couple of moments to interpret the information, looking to both Worthington and Ramirez after doing so. "Industrialized...no immediate evidence of warp capable technology." Her hand reaches for the viewscreen control and places the image of the planet on the window. "Or any other form of space travel."
 
Ramirez looks over to Castillo, nodding in agreement with her assessment. "Tactical concurs with Ops' opinion. Millions of lifeforms, at an industrial stage of development. No orbital traffic noted."
 
Worthington nods to both Ops and Tactical. "In that case, no formal first contact. In terms of exploration, we can use the isolation suits, or sergical modification to blend in on the surface, once we have an idea of what the locals look like. And once we understand their level of technological development more effectively, we can insure Phoenix is not detected," he says. "Any signs of industrial polution, electromagnetic communication, or anything to indicate what we are dealing with?"
 
"There aren't any subspace radio frequencies present." Castillo responds to the second part of Worthington's question. "Low frequency radioesque transmissions are present, but, at the moment, I'm not able to gather anything from them." She says after taking a close look at the information before her.
 
Ramirez frowns as he backs up the Operations section, performing a second scan on his own while he keeps his eyes peeled for other traffic or information. "XO, the pollution levels are consistent with....19th century Earth? They are burning some kind of carbon-based coal analogue, with high levels of particulate pollution, Sulphur dioxide, and other trace pollution."
 
He shakes his head, frowning deeply. "Sir....there's something....anomalous in this sc an. I can';t make heads or tails of it, but something's just...inconsistent."
 
"What about is inconsistent?" Castillo asks Ramirez as she turns her attention to the ship sensors. She instructs the device to perform a generalized scan of the system, reading data about all of the other planets and stars. Her attention seems split at first, but once the results are normal, she loses interest in the computer's response.
 
Ramirez nods to Castillo, even though the response isn't affirmative. "Yeah, I don't have any kind of background in atmospheric science. I don't know the biological basis of life on this planet, not any of its morphology. But there's a lot of carbon. That implies carbon-based." He shakes his head, and frowns. "Something tickling my brain, Luz, and I don't know what. I'm missing something."
 
"What sorts of threats do you think they pose to an away team?" Castillo asks Ramirez, turning to face him over her shoulder. "With that level of technology, what sorts of weapons or detection systems would they have access to?" She continues, skipping past the thought of inconsistencies. Her attention returns to her console, pulling up the information from the ship's initial life scan of the planet. "Computer." Her voice is hushed, in case Ramirez began to respond. "Using information from the sensors, please prepare an approximation of what the sentient lifeforms below might look like." She says, again hushed. "And, place it on the viewscreen."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
There is a chime as Saucer Aft Turbolift stops at this level.
 
Lieutenant (jg) Tilar arrives from Saucer Aft Turbolift.
 
Ramirez gives the matter some thought, head tilted while Castillo addresses the computer. As it processes, he says, "We'd need to perform some recon to verify this, of course." Tapping the edge of his console, he offers, "Likely firearms, possibly advanced firearms. Sophisticated mechanical devices, possibly rudimentary electrical systems, based on the EM traffic.
 
"So. Good-quality bladed weapons. Firearms. Sophisticated mechanical detection systems, but nothing that could see through isolation suit tech, in all probability."
 
Ramirez adds, a finger raising, "But don't mistake the tech levels for cunning, Lieutenant."
 
The viewscreen begins to populate with images of bipedal humanoids, and of multiple different species. At first there are seven different individuals, all of different species on the viewer, but more are added as the computer locates additional species. Eventually the view becomes crowded with over two dozen examples of the lifeforms on the planet.
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "This sampling may not be complete until a full scan of the planet surface is conducted."
 
Tilar apparently has impeccable timing. With a PADD in hand, the Trill woman steps off the turbolift in time to see the viewscreen come alive with images of a group of people. A bright, wide smile appears on her face as she studies the display, stepping to one side so as not to get in anyone's way.
 
Castillo is seated at the operations station. She looks over her shoulder and across the bridge at Ramirez, who finishes providing his assessment about the aliens below. "And, that cuts both ways." is said with a nod in agreement. Her attention flicks to the viewscreen after the computer processes her request. "Computer, which of these are more predominant? If possible, the ones responsible for the technological development...most probable projection."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Insufficient data to make that determination."
 
Ramirezs huhs as he looks at the viewscreen. "Bipedal humanoids. Carbon-based. We already have some common ground, and it's only been twenty minutes." He flashes a grin at Castillo. Then, finally, he notes Tilar's entrance, and a thought occurs to him. "Hey, Lieutenant Castillo? Maybe Doctor Tilar will spot whatever was bugging me? She absolutely has a better grounding in biology than I do. Like I said. I just feel like I missed something."
 
He motions to the viewscreen. "We should find some population centers, and point some telescopes and sensors down there. Get some images. Get an idea of the general lay of the land."
 
"Mmm?" Tilar's response comes as Ramirez mentions that he may have missed something. The PADD gets dropped into her pocket and she crosses the bridge over to one of the science consoles. "Missed something in what sense?" She settles herself down at the console, looking between the two of them. "Catch me up, and I'll do what I can to help here."
 
Castillo glances over her shoulder and watches as Tilar walks over to Ramirez and his console. She offers a nod at the doctor before turning her attention to Ramirez. "While she is reviewing your data, why don't you try and determine what they use for transportation." Her hand motions to herself. "I'll let the sensors do a few surface scans to determine population density."
 
Ramirez nods. "Sounds like a plan." With a few careful commands, he pulls up the sensor data he pulled a few minutes ago. ".....here. See? High concentrations of atmospheric carbon, sulphur dioxide, nitrous oxide, methane, even some CFCs." He frowns. "But...I feel like I'm missing...something. This looks like coal or a coal analogue to me. Except something's realllly bugging me."
 
Tilar leans over to examine the readings that Ramirez points out to her, humming thoughtfully. "That nagging feeling in the back of your head that something isn't quite right?" she asks, looking at the man before returning her gaze to the display. "Let me take a look. Atmospheric data more what you're looking for, or do you want me to just do my own set of scans to see if I come up with something new?"
 
Castillo turns to her console and programs the ship's computer to compile the lifesigns from below into a map. She codes the data to represent where the highest concentrations of sentient life are on the surface. It takes her a number of moments, causing her to go quiet in the process.
 
Ramirez huhs. "Start with these. If nothing leaps out at you, try your own scan? Hell, get your own scan anyhow, we have full access to the sensor array right now. But if nothing sticks out on yours, go back and look at mine." He glances to Castillo, "Hey, Luz? Can you send me a list of population centers? I'll narrow my search to those, to start with."
 
[Viewscreen (24434)] An image of one of the population centers of the planet pops onto the viewer. There is a thriving street market, with dozens of proprietors selling their wares, some of which looks like food, while there is also clothing and trinkets to be had. Down this particular street, everyone is on foot.
 
There is a chime as Saucer Aft Turbolift stops at this level.
 
Lieutenant Alue arrives from Saucer Aft Turbolift.
 
The console Castillo is working on, displays a broad look at the larger continent, with several significant population densities around the western and eastern edges, in multiple cities. THere is a spattering of other densities across the interior, but most are near the oceans.
 
Alue arrives on the bridge and greets her fellow bridge officers with a quick smile, then makes her way over to an auxiliary console and logs in.
 
[Tactical Console: Auxiliary Console One logged in: Lieutenant Alue]
 
The console Tilar is working at, using Ramirez' scan data, shows some additional particles in the atmosphere that don't match the sophistication level of the planet's inhabitants. They are barely perceptible, being a decade or more old.
 
Ramirez looks over to Castillo. "They have to at least use hand carts. Simply carrying things is....inefficient." He looks at the viewer. "Maybe....pan to something like a stockyard or carriage house or something? Near where this image is." Tilar's work seems to catch his eyes, and his head tilts. "What /is/ that?"
 
Tilar taps her fingertips on the console, considering the readings. Her brow pinches together thoughtfully, the readouts examined in silence for a few minutes. Her lips move in silent words, a quiet personal analysis made before she turns to look at the rest of the crew. "You're not wrong," she tells him, eyes flicking between him and Castillo. "There's something there that's beyond what they should be capable of. It's subtle, but it's there." She lifts one hand, pointing a few of the markers. "See these? They're old, but they don't fit with their current level of tech."
 
Castillo has continued to work at compiling the data from the initial scan of the planet. She reviews the information in relative silence as Ramirez asks her for a list of information. "Your request is a bit premature." Her answer comes with a turn of the shoulder, looking from the operations console back to the tactical station. "I have a list of every lifesign, and their generated coordinates plotted on a map, but nothing has been grouped or organized." She adds with a shake of the head, not being much help.

Her glance jumps to Alue, who receives a wave upon sitting down at the auxiliary console.

Then, she turns her attention to Tilar, who mentions the potential of outside interference. "What exactly isn't supposed to be on the surface?"
 
Alue settles in at her station, the tips of her long twin braids brushing the carpet under her chair. She listens to the conversation as she begins collecting data and getting caught up on the situation.
 
Ramirez frowns to himself as he looks back to his console. Peering at the data scrolling past, he huhs. "Computer. Pan west and north 350 meters by 500 meters." With it's typical 'WORKING' response, the viewscreen shifts, the telescope pointing to a different street.
 
Several oxen-like creatures are visible near some large carts, but pretty much everyone seems to travel on foot. "There. Beasts of burden." He points to the screen. "And a lot of walkers. Guess we are visiting planet Cardio." Then he looks over to Alue. "Hey there, Prina. Good to see you!"
 
Tilar runs her fingers over the console, pursing her lips slightly and shaking her head. "I'm not sure. You might want to see if there's someone from engineering that would be able to identify it. I can tell you, though, that these readings are definitely something that's beyond their current technological level. And they're at least a decade old. Maybe more." She looks over at Alue as the newcomer arrives, lifting one hand in greeting.
 
Castillo turns to her console and begins rapidly entering information into it. She lets her gaze flick up from the screen to watch as the viewscreen scrolls. "Please mark what you are looking at in the computer and send it to the engineering compartment." Her gaze is adjusted towards Tilar, head swiveling over her shoulder. "And, additionally to my console."

"Lieutenant Ramirez, please continue searching through that area and attempt to identify weapons or other security presence." Her attention moving to Ramirez after making the statement.
 
Alue gets a copy of all of the scan data gathered so far and runs her own analysis. "Hello, Cris," she replies absently as she concentrates. She doesn't notice Tilar's wave. Her console beeps a few times and she squints at the display. "I may have something for you," she says to no one specific. "These particals look like decaying plasma to me. If this was a Federation world, I'd say it was caused by the passing of an impulse drive, or something very like it, through the atmosphere."
 
Ramirez nods over to Castillo, and peers up at the viewscreen pensively. His fingers run over his chin in thought. Finally, he calls out, "Computer. Please give special attention to the walking bipedal humanoids. Specifically, look for people who are probably armed. Look for concentrations of probable soldiers or law enforcement personnel, and look for defensive structures that have probable military value that are within, say, 3000 meters of the present focal point of this telescope."
 
Alue's comment brings a frown, and he looks over to her with quirked lips. "Uh-oh. Not everyone believes in the Prime Directive."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
Tilar does as ordered, highlighting the anomalies on the scans and sending a copy to both Castillo and engineering. Her nose wrinkles a bit at the suggestion that it's from an impulse drive and she shakes her head. "Maybe it was just a flyby? Someone took too close of a look and left a trail, but didn't stay?"
 
The viewscreen continues to display the myriad of bipedal humanoids, and of multiple different species. The total number continues to grow, though more slowly now, as the planet spins giving the Phoenix's computer scan data for the other side. The view is quite crowded with nearly three dozen species displayed.
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "No obvious presence of military or armed individuals. Some cutting tools have been noted."
 
"Doctor, please compare the sentient species our computer has identified against the ship's medical records." Castillo says to Tilar. "Try to see if we're familiar with any of them, or if there are any commonalities." Her attention then goes to Alue. "Do you think you can provide a trace based on the plasma's presence? A trajectory of any sort?" Then lastly, to Ramirez. "And, tactical...look for any potential crash sites on the surface, potentially one that is a decade old...one which could be disturbed or hidden."
 
Tilar nods to Castillo's query, turning back to the console. "Computer, run a cross-analysis of the current species on the planet with known Federation species. Look for any matches with up to 25-percent deviation and display, ordered from highest to lowest match."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
Alue responds to Tilar's comment. "I doubt it was just a pass through, but anything is possible. Still, I think it would have had to have been a very low pass, if so. The particles appear to be found at all strata levels. That would suggest that something either launched from or landed on this planet. Or, maybe both." She turns back to her console at Castillo's question. She runs a few scans and leans forward to peer at the results. "I... I think I might be able to reduce the possible launch or landing site to a specific area. I'm sending the grid coordinates to Ramirez's console now. Try looking around in this area, Cris."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "No matches to any known Federation species. Only one match to a recognized non-Federation species. A 91% probability one of the identified species is Nuvol, as identified in the Taitronia system. "
 
Ramirez huhs. He nods to himself, then looks over to Castillo, then. "Nothing obvious on the military front, Lieutenant. Looking for anything suspicious with the impulse trail."
 
He begins working the sensors on the tactical station, doing his best to look for anything related to weapons fire or wreckage, and while he does it, he murmurs to his console, "Computer. Please begin a planet-wide sweep from current sensor data. Look for areas that either show signs of wreckage from a vessel with something approximating impulse drive, or failing that, looking for areas of disturbed geology or vegetation that are consistent with the impact of a vessel with impulse drive or its equivalent, or a landing. Limit your answers to events likely to have occurred within the timeframe of the anomalous particles discovered by Lieutenant Alue, and limited to the grid coordinates om this list."
 
[Viewscreen (24434)] The image on the viewer is joined by a second, Ramirez' zoomed in view of the planet surface. The view scrolls until it reaches the coordinates specific by Alue, and matching the critera of Ramirez' search. Center on the screen is what is clearly a landing pad. Large enough for any Federation-style freighter.
 
Tilar waits patiently for the computer to run its analysis, a faint frown appearing on her face at the result. "One of the species is a 91% match for a species known as the Nuvol. Non-Federation from the Taitronia system. I'm not entirely sure why there's a deviation there, but my best guess is that it's due to generational drift. That is, the Nuvol that are here are several generations separated from the ones in the Taitronia system."
 
Castillo turns to look at everyone else present, swiveling her chair to look at the rear of the bridge. "Thank you." She says to Ramirez. An inquisitive expression is present on her face. Her attention switching to Tilar. "Doctor, what is the probability such a wide variety of sentient bipeds were to develop simultaneously on the same planet?" Her inflection implies its a rhetorical question. She lets her eyes end up on Alue, giving her a expression of trepidation.
 
Lastly, a glance is given at the viewscreen. She inhales sharply before rotating back at her station, punching information into adjust the ship's sensors to look for something specific.
 
Prina's black eyes take in the image of the landing pad on the viewscreen. "Well well well," she says softly.
 
Tilar's lips curve into a small smile at the question from Castillo, rhetorical question caught easily enough. "Not terribly high probability," she says. "Bordering on the impossible. Certainly highly improbable."
 
Ramirez to Alue. His eyes narrow. "Computer. Do a high-intensity scan of that landing platform. Get a sample of the reaction products of whatever drives have been used on it. Then compare those particles to the sensor data of the Nuvol ship we encountered recently.
 
He considers something, "Luz. There might be sensors embedded in that platform or elsewhere that are aware of our presence. We should monitor subspace and EM bands to see if any transmissions go out, in my opinion."
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."
 
Castillo reads the ship's result from her unmentioned query. She looks to Ramirez, giving him a nod. "Where would you hide surveillance equipment for an entire planet?" Her question is presented with an abstract gesture of the hands. "And, what equipment might you use to do it?" She adds, equally as abstract as before.
 
Then, to nobody in particular, she asks, "What if they're being abducted and brought here?" Eyes flick to Tilar. "Could that explain the drift? Interspecies mating?"
 
A soft alto feminine voice says, "No matches to known Nuvol drive systems detected."
 
Tilar considers Castillo's question, head tipping to one side thoughtfully before she nods slowly. "Yes, that's possible."
 
Ramirez nods to himself. He doesn't look particularly surprised at the response from the computer. He makes note of the samples, storing them for later classification and comparison before turning to look at Castillo. "Better to ask how many leaves on the trees of a forest."
 
He shrugs. "This planet is clearly being visited by someone with access to, at a minimum, advanced plasma-based thrusters. At that level of technology, there are many more ways to hide surveillance equipment than there are to easily find them."
 
"There are several enigmas here. But it's clear this planet is being visited by vessels far more advanced than the local tech base. A decision needs to be made whether or not we want to assume a more defensive posture, in case whoever it is is...less than friendly."
 
"Studying the landing site may lend more information to decide how to respond." Castillo says, looking to Ramirez and nodding. "At the moment, there doesn't appear to be an immediate threat beyond being detected by the visitors." She smirks. "And, we're out here to explore."
 
"Despite the evidence of potential tampering, and assuming the species below have not been exposed to warp technology." Her gaze looking to Tilar and Alue as well. "What would an away team to either the population or the landing sight look like?" A pause. "The Commander has already mentioned surgical modifications or the suits."
 
"Either of those two options are viable," Tilar nods to Castillo. "Surgical modifications would allow for more face-to-face interaction, whereas the suits would be more for observation. We could do one then the other; start with observation, make sure the universal translator doesn't have difficulty, that we pick up on any immediately obvious cultural customs, and transition to surgical alterations if we want to interact with them."
 
Alue shrugs. "With as many different species as there are down there, I'm not sure much camouflage would be necessary. I'd be more concerned with accidentally proclaiming a political alliance by accidentally wearing the wrong colors or accessories, or by not wearing the right ones. It would put a real damper on our plans if we get stopped and shot at because someone thinks we're members of some opposing force."
 
Ramirez nods to Castillo. "I agree. Though caution is warranted. Whomever built the thing may have put countermeasures in place." He considers, head bowed as he studies his panel. "I would advise against isolation suits, personally. We can't assume they don't have some means of detecting them. We can make no assumptions about tech. Surgery would seem like the more reliable course, to me."
 
"If they can detect the suits, there's also the possibility that they can detect our lifesigns," Tilar points out, shrugging gently. "Benefits and risks both ways."
 
Castillo spins her seat around once more, looking to Alue with agreement, nodding her head up and down. "How many crew members would be appropriate for a covert examination of both the population centers and the landing site?" She asks, posing open questions, silently considering the options as she does so. "What equipment might need to be brought along? And who would be appropriate to conduct the recognizance?"
 
Worthington considers. "At least someone from science and or operations, someone with engineering knowledge if we are investigating the landing pad site, and given our past experience with the Nuvol, at least one or two security personnel, carrying type 1 phasers. These Nuvol may not be violent, but the last ones we encountered favored self emilation via genetically devised explosives, so we shouldn't take any chances there."
 
Ramirez nods to Tilar, then shrugs. "No action is without risk. With surgery, we'd hope to blend in enough that no one looks closely." He considers Castillo's question. "We'd need medical sciences, to collect as many DNA samples as possible to get a line of the genetic drift angle." He ticks off on a finger. "At least 1 Security. As the commander says, their cousins, at least, are extremists.Something's not right here. Someone from Engineering, if possible, to start digging into the landing platform and the technology behind it."
 
"But who do we disguise ourselves as?" Prina asks. "There are dozens of different species down there, according to the computer."
 
"Good question." Tilar points at Alue. "Do we know if they're all intermingled, or if they're segregated?"
 
Castillo speaks, "I would be concerned with an away party being too large." She looks to Worthington. "The more people we send down, the more likely we are to expose the population to additional warp technology." Her look centering more on the rest of the bridge. "It may be more appropriate to send down a couple of crew members at a time, rather than a full compliment." Amber eyes to Tilar. "If they're intermingled, it would likely be easiest to pick out the closest ones to each away team member's physiology."
 
Worthington glances Castillo up and down. "Perhaps, though I would still recognize caution, until we understand more about the Nuvol here, and more importantly, who built that landing platform and why. The Nuvol that we saw weren't even warp capable, and we're over 292 light years from the system in which we last encountered them. So the question is, how did they get here?"
 
"So I guess we have to first decide who gets to play dress-up," Prina says with a grin.
 
Ramirez shrugs. "Large groups grab attention in most cultures." He looks to Worthington. "When in Rome, sir. We should see how people travel. Initial scans showed small groups, generally. But we should make sure. Lieutenant Castillo has a valid point. Sending specialists in pairs or trios is the safest way to avoid detection, in my opinion. It all comes down to what our goals are, here."
 
"If we are trying to determine where the landing structure came from, any technological exam could be carried out by a three person team of engineering, science, and security. Collecting DNA samples is a life sciences mission, and probably can be combined with good old fashioned talking to people. But with Nuvol potentially mixed in, we need to be cautious at first."
 
"I'll do some research on the Nuvol. I don't really like the sound of self-immolation. Maybe I can find something that will counteract that if it comes down to it," Tilar says. "It's also possible that they can't do it anymore with the genetic deviation, but I wouldn't put my money on that."
 
Castillo listens as everyone adds in their own contribution befre she speaks to Worthington. "I would suggest an initial party of two." She looks to Ramirez, then Alue, thinking as she does so. "We can find a landing site near the population centers and perform some generalized fact finding before committing to a sociological study of the population or confronting the landing pad."
 
Alue asks, "Can we get enough information from those images on the screen to construct surgical disguises?" She points at the main viewer where the pictures of the people on the planet are still going about their day.Tilar squints at the screen, looking thoughtful. "Probably. The more angles the better." The Trill woman pushes herself up onto her feet, looking between Alue and Castillo. "Send as many images as you can down to the medical complex and I'll review them. It helps that they're humanoid; less alteration required."
 
Worthington nods. "In that case, I'd recommend getting started," he says. "Let me know when we have a more concrete plan for heading to the surface."
 
Castillo returns to typing at her console after Alue and Tilar discuss the surgical modifications. She glances over her shoulder after reading her screen, "Aye, sir." Her response to Worthington.
 
Alue also types into her console, shooting a quick smile in Luz's direction.
 
Castillo locks out her console and rises from the station. She looks to Worthington and states, "I am going to head below and prepare a proposal, sir." Her attention turning to Alue, then back to Worthington.
 
Worthington nods. "Good night Luz," he says. "I awaight your proposal."
 
Alue sits up and asks quickly, "Lieutenant, may I join you?" to Luz.
 
Castillo offers a nod in salute to Worthington, turning towards the door. She looks to Alue, beckoning for her to follow. "The more the merrier."