RP Log: An Unexpected Caller
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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.
[Viewscreen (24434)] Communications channel to Riov Haram open - audio only.
[Viewscreen (24434)] Haram asks in a very quiet voice, "Who is this?"
Castillo stops slouching over next to Alue and gives Ramirez and Hauser a confused look, starting to ask back, "Why would I...", before being interrupted by the viewscreen connection. Her confusion turns to pure shock, looking to Alue.
Worth immediately starts tapping on his display, not saying anything.
Hauser speaks up. "This is the Federation starship Phoenix. We're receiving your signal. Who is this?" Her tone is open and diplomatic, as if this is normal.
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: This person, is supposed to be dead. Her body was apparently recovered from a warbird that was destroyed out here, and subsequently sent home to Romulus.]
Castillo whispers something to Alue.
[Tactical Console: Hauser@Remote Uplink Device (39638)@Hauser: Interesting. you recognize her voice, then?]
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma groans as he hears some familiar voices, "You're calling the right address, not the right person, Mother."
[Viewscreen (24434)] Haram asks, "You called me, I don't know how. Who is your commanding officer?"
[Viewscreen (24434)] Haram looks at Choma, "What? Why are your people calling me? I forgot I even had this thing, whole lot of good its done me this past, however the hell long its been."
Alue whispers to Luz, "I was reconfiguring the stream as you said. I didn't realize it was still broadcasting. I guess it worked though."
[Viewscreen (24434)] Samar steps over to the door, to be sure they aren't interrupted.
Worth glances to the screen. "This is commander Worthington, of the Federation starship Phoenix. Hatter, we hear you, but who is this? We have a commbadge identifier, but the person to which that badge supposedly belongs, is reported as dead, body delivered back to Romulus, months ago now."
[Viewscreen (24434)] "That's what that foolish erei'Arrain said, whereever he went off to." Haram replies, "I assure you, I am not dead. Your, what was your name again?" She asks Choma, "he on the otherhand is nearly dead, or looks it."
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma puts his hand on his bandaged wound and moves to sit up, "Seems Riov Haram got caught up in events, and it's probably very convenient for an old friend of ours that she remains 'dead', Worth. Chief Nevabi and I are imprisoned with her, and I annoyed the First enough that he shot me at point blank range." He looks at the blood seeping through the bandage, "At high power."
Castillo cackles for a second at the viewscreen, listening to Alue with a smirk. She motions to the communications panel. Her hand motioning to the connection status monitor.
Castillo whispers something to Alue.
Hauser speaks up. "Our captain is Chilis Shulon. Are you all, is everyone ... This is very confusing, Commander Choma. But it's good to hear you. Prina, Luz, can you get a distance trace and fix on that singal's origin point?"
Worth considers the screen, then the bridge crew. "Dominion rifles inject an anticoagulant into a victim to keep them bleeding. Hatter's wounds will not clot without medical attention. If we do not reach him in time, he will die," he says, turning back to the screen. "Riov, I am the first officer, the erei'Riov of this vessel, as you would call it. What is the situation at this facility? That last transmission was garbled at several crucial points, according to the comm logs I was able to review."
Ramirez looks over to Alue and Castillo, then types something into his console.
[Viewscreen (24434)] Haram throws her communicator to Choma, "You talk to this oaf, Starfleet officers, harumpf, foolish lot they are."
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: We should confirm the bearing of that transmission.]
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: Affirmative. Please confirm the bearing.]
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma glances at Nevabi as he takes the communicator, "We're stuck in what appears to be a training facility for Jem'Hadar, Worth. Lots of inexperienced Jem'hadar around, anyway. A couple of wings of cells, a small mess hall, and telepaths around besides me and the Chief. The First was saying that there was a purpose for me, but never elucidated what it was before I got bored and decided to get a workout in."
Ramirez mutters something to himself about hating being right.
Castillo looks to Hauser and gives her a nod before slouching back over next to Alue. She motions to the console with an empty hand. "Let's split the task. You work this, I'll do this." Her finger gestures to the console, motioning to different steps in the triangulation process.
Alue nods to Luz and watches which part of the job she's handling, then starts making calculations for the other side.
Worth nods to the screen, unseen. "Sounds familiar," he says. "I'd bet latinum, if I had it, that the Dominion rounded up a bunch of telepaths because of something to do with the Hur'q. Any idea who all else, or what other species, are in there with you?" he asks.
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma idly taps the commbadge with his finger as he says, "The Chief's been here longer than the Riov. I have a suspicion that the khre'Riov has had a role in events here, especially now that I know that Riov Haram is supposed to be dead and not just presumed dead without a body."
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: Has anyone checked to see if the admiral's COB isn't a dominion plant yet?]
[Viewscreen (24434)] Samar pipes in, "Haram was here long before me, sir."
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: Hatter is a telepath, though I'm not sure how good he is at picking up founders. It's not something we can simply ask him. There's Samar in there too, if she's the genuine article, but how the hell she got in there, I can only guess.]
[Viewscreen (24434)] Haram sighs, "I couldn't tell you how long I have been here. When did I", she snort laughs, "supposedly die?"
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: Also, can we get a timeline of the prisoners present and how long they've been there?]
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: Looks like Choma is the most recent, then Samar Nevabi, then Riov Haram, in that order, most to least recent, judging by recent conversation.]
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: No, sir, you're missing my point. This Chief Nevabi is supposedly in active service and working for an admiral, yes?]
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: That timeline would match. Haram supposedly died when I was on the Kestrel, months ago. Suppose Samar Nevabi was on that intel ship. She could have been captured much like Hatter. Then Hatter, who was taken relatively recently.]
[Tactical Console: Worthington@XO's Chair@Main Bridge: Yes, the chief of Starfleet intelligence.]
Alue blinks at her console.
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: Someone should inform Starfleet Intelligence. ]
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma nods slowly and glances at his wound, "Sorry, ladies, I'll blame the pain of my wound for losing track of which order events happened."
Castillo reads the communications console, "325.990, mark... -0.108" She turns to look to Hauser. "The signal looks like it may be going through a ship in orbit."
Ramirez watches his console and attends to his duties with a blank and unreadable expression.
Alue taps at her console.
[Tactical Console: Ramirez@Tactical Console@Main Bridge: Lieutenant Castillo. I know it's paranoid, but we might want to keep communications to text-only. I know this will sound odd. Something feels off. I don't have any proof or evidence. But something feels off.]
Worth continues tapping and tapping away at his console for a moment, still listening to the screen.
[Viewscreen (24434)] Choma groans and lays back on the bunk.
Castillo steps from the communications console and moves towards Worthington. She speaks softly, "The connection may have been noticed." A glance is given back to Alue. "It's a feeling from looking at the status reading. It might be best to terminate the line and attempt later."
[Viewscreen (24434)] Connection to Riov Haram terminated.
Ramirez was furiously typing something, but as Castillo speaks and then the line goes dead, he backspaces over it with a frustrated sigh.
Worth glances to the crew at large. "Thoughts?" he asks. "Either Riov Haram's death was faked and chief Nevabi was truly kidnapped, or we may have a changeling in that cell."
Ramirez looks up from his console. "We need to talk to Starfleet Intelligence and get specific stardates to the extent possible about Chief Nevabi's current status and if he is listed as missing, date he went MIA. As far as the Romulans go, who cares what they have to say, they'll just lie anyhow."
Castillo steps back from Worthington after the connection goes dead. She listens to both Worthington and Ramirez. Once Ramirez has finished speaking, she gives a glance to Alue. "Sir." Attention back to Worthington. "I think I can only offer speculation at the moment."
"The only thing I can add for certain at present, Sir, is that the signal was cut from the other end," Prina offers.
Worth nods to all of this. "They might have been monitoring that signal then, for sure. If we can trace them, they can trace us," he says. "Without a proper triangulation on coordinates, we'll have to move some time soon." He considers. "Samar, if she was actually taken, there are ways to check on that, but we have to be discreet. Any sort of broad scale queries that aren't directed and targeted to the right people will likely result in any such infiltrator realizing they have been compromised, or worse yet, burying this information from those who could do something about it."
Ramirez shrugs. "Someone call Admiral Kemper on an encrypted channel and ask."
"It may not be that simple," Prina replies. "The last I knew, Admiral Kemper was on the Alpha side of the wormhole at Starfleet. We don't have a way to reach him from here."
Ramirez blinks slowly, nodding. "Send a runabout on slipstream. I would assert, sir, that it is critical to understand who's who."
Worth considers. "No runabout on slipstream can be properly disguised. Romulan runabouts don't have it for example, nor does the Dominion," he says. "No stealth action is being done at those speeds, unfortunately."
He pauses. "As for who's who, that will require some telepathic probing and testing, unless Hatter has done some of that himself, but something we should do on all of them to verify identities. If we just charge in there, we'll probably achieve the distinction of being blown out of space by whatever ship is orbiting the facility, or just added to the general population, whichever the people in charge there decide. We need to go in there and get them, but we'll have one shot at it. It damn well better be our best one."
Ramirez shakes his head. "I mean as a messenger back to the Alpha Quadrant, sir."
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Worth nods. "That we can do," he says. "We need to find out just where the hell the admiral is," he says. "Though I have some suspicions."
Ramirez nods. "Someone knows, sir. We get a runabout back, ASAP. Best possible speed given the situation. Get them through the wormhole to Emissary Station with an urgent message for Admiral Kemper, eyes-only, with critical intelligence. Someone will know where he is."
Alue secures her station and stands. "Permission to go below, Sir?" she asks Worthington.
Worth nods to Alue. "Granted," he says. "And kemper might just be out here with us."
Ramirez sighs. "Yes, sir." And, with that, he lets the matter drop.