RP Log: The Trouble with Ferengi Is...
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- Bridge <USS Quantum NCC-92013>
- Situated at the top of the vessel and near the midpoint is the main bridge. Unlike most capital-ship designs the bridge has no wasted space as space is at a premium on this smaller craft. In the center of the bridge is the Captain's chair, positioned on a swiveled base so he or she can easily turn to face the ring of stations circling the center. From port to starboard the consoles are: Engineering, Damage Control, Operations, Helm, Tactical, and Weapons Control. While not specifically designated, any of the console can double as the science console, but that is rarely the use of this vessel. This places the helm and operations stations at the fore of the bridge, just below the curving viewscreen that fills the forward bulkhead.
- The ambience is subdued with simple lighting eminating both from overhead panelling and from the consoles themselves. The walls and carpet are of a light grey, with a burgundy highlight running up the bulkhead braces and along the edges of the carpet.
McAllister steps onto the bridge, looking about
Worthington is seated in the command chair, monitoring sensors when the door opens. He turns. "Welcome to the bridge lieutenant," he greets.
McAllister says, "Thank you sir. If I may, might I have a moment?"
Worthington nods. "Certainly," he says. "My ready room?"
McAllister nods
Worthington locks his chair and heads to the starboard. "Certainly." He heads out.
- Ready Room <USS Quantum NCC-92013>
- The Captain's ready room is not much more than a small office. A small desk occupies one corner of the compartment, behind it a very comfortable looking high-back chair. One other chair is available for guests. Situated within the aft bulkhead wall is a food and beverage replicator. The opposite wall has a small bookcase at the upper portion, and bench like seat below it. A desktop console adorns the deck.
Worthington enters the small office and situates himself behind the small desk. "What would you like to talk about lieutenant?" he asks.
McAllister follows behind and stands in front of the small desk, his hands clasped behind his back. "This assignment sir. Well not so much the assignment, more the position."
Worthington nods, tapping at his desktop console. "Remind me to have a word with lieutenant Hauser and with a starbase. No viewscreen, and someone didn't install this terminal correctly." He pauses. "What did you have in mind lieutenant?"
McAllister says, "I know what it is like to lose a position well earned sir. Lieutenant Ko is a capable officer and pilot from what I've read and my arrival here could be the cause of unneeded animosity."
Worthington considers this. "I can see that," he says. "What did you have in mind? This is a small enough ship that I expect just about everyone to be able to fill multiple roles if needed."
McAllister nods. "My suggestion, sir would be as your own suggestion. I could be more suited in filling the void of tactical officer on this temporary assignment, should that be agreeable to you."
Worthington nods. "I can certainly make that happen. Do you have much in the way of tactical training?" he asks.
McAllister says, "Only the basics sirbut I can fire phasers, raise shields and een be asked to commit foolhardy blind boardings if asked."
Worthington chuckles. "You have the spirit for it, and I can help you with some training. Consider the job yours," he says. "Are you familiar with the Sao Paulo class vessel we are aboard?"
McAllister says, "Somewhat sir, she's the same as the Hornet in terms of layout."
Worthington nods, looking at his uplink briefly before responding. "Indeed," he says. "The notable difference, as Hornet was also upgraded with secondary shields, is the 25000 light second boost in her sensors. Otherwise, she is identical. You familiar with the weapons loadout?" he asks. Something seems to catch his attention though on his uplink, so he briefly taps at it before muttering into it.
McAllister nods. "Roughly sir, but I never really gave much thought to looking over in much detail to my fault."
Worthington listens before responding, "Not your fault," he says. "Tactical wasn't your job. Now it is." He pauses. "10 tubes with type 2 quantums, 80 torpedo loadout, so 8 full salvos broadside, and more from other arcs. She is equipped with 4 type 2 heavy cannons for forward fire, 6 type 4 cannons which can cover several arcs, 4 type 4 cannons on the aft. Shielding, 11537 rating. Pretty robust for a ship this size. She is, in factuality, an escort warship, meant chiefly for tactical duties."
McAllister says, "Sounds more like a heavy destroyer than an escort sir."
Worthington nods. "An apt description. This vessel is officially classified as a tactical escort, but destroyer is apt. Though other ships classified as destroyers, such as the Raptor class, are actually larger than this. The Sao Paulo is pretty small. Only slightly larger than a corvette."
McAllister says, "A very toothy frigate then sir?"
Worthington considers. "Perhaps," he says. "Familiarize yourself with the firing arcs of our weapon systems then," he says. "When we leave here, we'll be getting fuel and repairs before continuing our mission."
McAllister says, "Yes sir."
Worthington notices something on his uplink, tapping to respond. He then says, "Do you have any questions for me?"
McAllister shakes his head. "No not at this time sir, looks like you have more pressing things to deal with."
Worthington smiles. "Both of us, perhaps. Let's go back to the bridge and get Hornet on screen." He stands and heads to the door.
- Bridge <USS Quantum NCC-92013>
- Situated at the top of the vessel and near the midpoint is the main bridge. Unlike most capital-ship designs the bridge has no wasted space as space is at a premium on this smaller craft. In the center of the bridge is the Captain's chair, positioned on a swiveled base so he or she can easily turn to face the ring of stations circling the center. From port to starboard the consoles are: Engineering, Damage Control, Operations, Helm, Tactical, and Weapons Control. While not specifically designated, any of the console can double as the science console, but that is rarely the use of this vessel. This places the helm and operations stations at the fore of the bridge, just below the curving viewscreen that fills the forward bulkhead.
- The ambience is subdued with simple lighting eminating both from overhead panelling and from the consoles themselves. The walls and carpet are of a light grey, with a burgundy highlight running up the bulkhead braces and along the edges of the carpet.
Worthington sweeps into the bridge. "Hail the Hornet," he says, moving to his station.
McAllister says, "Channel open sir."
Worthington fiddles about with the LCARS as he monitors comms. "Let's stand by then," he says. "This is captain Ki'Vek's show, it would seem."
McAllister nods. "So it would seem sir."
Worthington keeps monitoring. "I do hope the Hornet has the good sense not to chase them all the way back to Ferenginar," he says. "Captain Ki'Vek is a sensable one."
Worthington looks around the bridge. "Someone ask on recovery, just what the hell is going on? I do not like being in the dark," he says.
McAllister says, "Well, she doesn't have me as a pilot now sir."
[Viewscreen (51010)] Communications channel to USS Hornet NCC-92007 open.
Worthington is holding court on the bridge. He turns as the door opens.
[Viewscreen (51010)] Ki'Vek is in the process of untangling herself from the command chair as the viewscreen activates. She gains the deck and rises to her usual standing position. "Commander," she greets with a bow. "We've... captured the Ferengi shuttle and will be performing a full inspection. Would you like to have a team from Quantum join us?"
Hauser comes onto the bridge in time to hear that. She gives Worthington a quizical look.
Worthington addresses the screen. "I would captain," he says. "I would also be very interested to understand the jurisdictional and legal reasoning behind the move, given where we presently are. Do you believe that vessel was performing recon of the system?"
[Viewscreen (51010)] "Perhaps. But I find it more likely that she was on her way to Maxia Zeta to pick up passengers or cargo, not being aware of the current status of the base there. As for jurisdiction, it was less a capture and more of a... business agreement. Which it brings me to my next question." She pauses, a ripple of discomfort running through her reptillian body. "Would you, by chance, happen to have any latinum aboard? Perhaps... four slips, for example?"
Worthington looks to Hauser, then to the screen. "Captain, this is a warship, and a Starfleet one at that. I doubt anyone aboard has any latinum," he says. "Perhaps the admiral might, but I'm not sure anyone here does."
[Viewscreen (51010)] "Quite so," Ki'Vek says with a wave of one leathery hand. "No matter. Some it will be found. We're approaching Maxia Zeta now. Your team they may beam aboard at your leisure once we arrive."
Hauser says, "Could ask our friends on Hornet. I just left my savings home in case we didn't come back." She winks.
Worthington nods back to the screen. "Just keep your shields down for us," he says, turning to his crew. "Lieutenants, you're with me. Let's go say hello to the Ferengi." He pauses. "And someone find some latinum. I don't want a diplomatic incident."
McAllister says, "Can't have a diplomatic incident if you don't use diplomacy, sir."
Hauser says, "Commander Worthington sir, I want to suggest that the commanding officer remain aboard. So that we have a senior command officer aboard in case there' a problem with the away mission."
Worthington nods to Hauser. "Doing your job. I like that," he says, rising to his feet. "But, if anything goes wrong, you may need someone with security training over there. I'm the best you have in that regard. Keep an uplink on the ship and a finger on the transporter. Beam us out if anything goes crazy."
McAllister follows behind Hauser. "I'll have my gun back now, by the way."
Hauser gives Mcallister a look. "Sir," she adds. "You forgot that part."
Worthington nods. "You all should have access to the armory and weapons replicator. I did leave a rifle and armor in the locker, but you can grab type 2s and power cells from the replicator. Right next to the transporter room," he says, heading to the door.
Hauser says, "Aye aye sir."
- Transporter Room <USS Quantum NCC-92013>
- The first feature of this room that catches one's eye upon entering is a circular dais located to the left of the entrance. The transporter platform is marked with placeholders for six people, and the ceiling above is fitted with a variety of equipment to aid and assist the transport process, as is the platform itself. Opposite the transporter platform on the other side of the room is the transporter control console, which bestows the system operator with a variety of tools to fine tune the process. The stand up console is positioned against the bulkhead, affording the operator only enough room to operate the console. Situated to one side of the room is a six person transporter pad.
Worthington is already standing on one of the transporter pads. "Set us down in the Hornet's shuttle bay," he says to the lieutenants.
Hauser let's Mcalister run the console while she stands next to Worthington, double checking her uplink.
McAllister says, "Energizing."
Worthington taps at his uplink. "Try now," he says.
- Shuttlebay <USS Hornet NCC-92007>
- Nestled in the belly of the craft is the shuttlebay. It's large enough to house a single runabout, but generally configured for multiple much smaller shuttles. Exterior doors fold down and away to provide egress and ingress for the support craft. A tractor system aids pilots to perform the somewhat tricky maneuver of flying up into the ship. A ladder leads up into the control room, while doors lead both to port and starboard and the rest of the ship.
Lieutenant McAllister draws Type-2 Phaser (26392).
The Ferengi panics as three people transport in, then one has a phaser drawn, "What is this?! You Starfleet have tricked me. You will not hear the end of this." He makes to run back into his shuttle.
Worthington turns to McAllister. "Put that away lieutenant," he says. "No need to get hostile."
Lieutenant McAllister holsters Type-2 Phaser (26392).
The Ferengi says, "You may search my shuttle as agreed. I have nothing to hide."
Worthington nods, jesturing the others aboard. "Let's go," he says. "Meet back here to compare findings."
"As your people say, hear all, trust nothing." Hauser winks. "Rule 190." She heads aboard.
Hauser grins. "Nothing to hide. Well, maybe not." She heads in, running a scan
- Storage Compartment
- This moderately sized compartment occupies much of the aft section of the Ferengi Pod (shuttle). A scuprulous businesman can stow much acquired treasure here. In total, this cargo bay can hold approximately 50 tonnes of cargo.
Hauser says, "Well well, lookie there."
Worthington enters and takes scans. "I see cargo, but no idea what it is," he says. "Plus this vault. Latinum storage maybe. You see anything?" he asks.
Hauser takes her own scan to check.
Hauser says, "Well well well. Commander. This should make your security officer's heartbeat speed up."
Worthington looks to Hauser. "Oh lieutenant?" he asks. "Do tell, what did you find."
Hauser says, "Traces consistent with weapons transport. I think they've been carrying one or more of the weapons Admiral Somyk wanted us to look for sir."
Worthington nods, redoing his own scans. "I see," he says, drawing his phaser and checking the setting. "It's likely no coincidence the Ferengi was coming here. The question remains. Supplier, or client?" he asks.
Hauser says, "Best guess? Supplier. You think we should check out the shuttle's logs and see if we can answer that?"
Worthington nods. "Yes lieutenant. I think we should hack them if necessary," he says. "Meet you in the cockpit. Let's go."
- Cockpit <FACV Taga Plector>
- This three by six meter cabin is the main compartment of the vessel, serving as both the living quarters and the cockpit. In the current configuration, one chair in a central position is reserved for the commander of the vessel. To the fore are two additional stations for the pilot and copilot. The main viewport at the fore acts as both the viewport and viewscreen.
Hauser says, "Sir, looks like the main pilot's station is open and accessable."
Worthington nods, moving over to it. "I see," he says, taking a seat. "What have you been hiding."
Hauser stands. "I'm gonna have one more look around while you look at the logs if that's alright sir."
Worthington does a cursory inspection. "No warheads aboard presently," he says, linking his tricorder into the station. "Feel free lieutenant, though I may need your help here. It might be best to do that once we're done here."
Hauser hears that, and comes back. "Happy to help, commander."
Worthington nods, checking the link. "Link your tricorder into the station, and let's see if we can gain access to the ship's computer."
Worthington pulls up the computer files. "Let's copy these over to our tricorders," he says. "We can review them later." He pauses. "I'm actually thinking he might be a client, not a supplier. The hold is consistent with the warhead signatures, but he's running out here empty, so possibly looking for a pickup, unless he dumped his cargo, and Hornet didn't report such a thing."
Hauser nods. "True. Either way, he could really answer a lot of questions. Though, we're not in Federation space, right?" She begins data transfer and copying.
Worthington nods back. "No, which is why I think captain Ki'Vek's move was, shall we say, questionable."
Hauser says, "I think if we find the answers, the admiralty may forget their questions. Maybe."
Worthington nods. "Perhaps," he says. "At least one Ferengi is implicated in some manner, possibly more. Shall we go have a talk with our friend?" he asks.
Hauser says, "Certainly."
Worthington heads back the way they came.
- Shuttlebay <USS Hornet NCC-92007>
- Nestled in the belly of the craft is the shuttlebay. It's large enough to house a single runabout, but generally configured for multiple much smaller shuttles. Exterior doors fold down and away to provide egress and ingress for the support craft. A tractor system aids pilots to perform the somewhat tricky maneuver of flying up into the ship. A ladder leads up into the control room, while doors lead both to port and starboard and the rest of the ship.
The Ferengi is starting to get impatient, "You've had your look, didn't find anything did you. I will be on my way."
Worthington smiles as he stands in front of the hatch. "Not just yet my friend," he says. "Unfortunately, you will not be making your pickup today. The underground base on the first moon of the 4th planet of the Maxia Zeta system was destroyed when a theta-class raider rammed into the surface, killing everyone present at the time, as a stockpile of highly vollitile, highly dangerous warheads were detonated." A pause. "That must have been a large explosion, for traces of those warheads to end up in your cargo bay. I'm sure, an upstanding business man such as yourself has no idea, how, those signatures came to be in your cargo bay."
Hauser leans on the shuttle, smiling.
The Ferengi gasps, "I don't know what you are talking about, it's not even my shuttle, it belongs to my cousin. Whatever you think you found, I have nothing to do with it. I am a simple businessman I never deal with weapons, the profits can be large, but the risks are too great."
Worthington smiles. "What is it?" he asks. "You can't make a deal if you're dead?" A pause. "The people present here did not learn that particular rule, which is probably why they were dealing in these weapons in the first place. I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding. If you could kindly tell us everything you know about this ship, this starsystem, and any, businessmen, you have had dealings with, we might be persuaded to forget this whole mess."
Hauser chuckles. "Keep your lies consistent. Isn't that another rule of acquisition? Right up there with something about the riskier the road ... well, your, cousin," she emphasizes the word, "will just have to be"
"I tell you I know nothing about any weapons. I I", The Ferengi faulters, "I borrowed my cousin's ship and simply followed the autopilot. I was hoping to make some profit, but I have no knowledge of any base or dead people."
Worthington considers. "Let's say we think about believing this," he replies. "Just, what exactly were you hoping to achieve, in a shuttlepod, with limited cargo space, with no apparent mining equipment, in a system with no record of life. No space for a mining bee, not that you could do much with 50 tons of ore. It would not be profitable at all to come to this system so ill-equipped." A pause. "On the other hand, 50 tons of these highly dangerous weapons, that would be extremely profitable, and a shuttle like yours, well, you wouldn't need so much investment to make that work now would you."
Hauser walks over and puts an arm around the Ferengi. "My friend here, he's the law and order type. He likes arresting people but me? I make deals. So, since you took your cousin's shuttle out for a spin, and I'm guessing you didn't tell him. How about you tell us where he is and he can explain the weapons materiale in the shuttle. In return, we never saw you. Found him through fleet intel, and you? Why you, my friend, know nothing and can be on your way."
The Ferengi exclaims, "I am not hauling anything, I was simply looking for opportunities for profit. My cousin spoke about how much profit he made in dealings here, I wanted a piece, that is all." The Ferengi slumps over, defeated, "I am a failure, all this for a measely 4 slips of latinum. That won't even cover the cost of fuel." He perks up a bit at Hauser's words, "On my way? Yes, yes, on my way. My cousin is away on business, which is why his ship was available. I don't know when he will be back." He grins a little, "But for a price, I can make and arrangement to meet him."
Worthington looks at the Ferengi, sizing him up. He nods and turns to Hauser, nodding to her, then turning back. "What are your terms?" he asks.
Hauser reaches up one small, very feminine hand, and begins stroking one of the Ferengi's sensitive lobes. "Now we're getting somewhere," she suggests. "The thing is, you want to make sure to deal straight wit us. Now," she tickles the lobe and caresses it, smiling slightly. "Now, you said something about a deal?"
The Ferengi is at a loss for words as his lobe is stroked, "Well you", he moans, "You are asking me to betray my cousin. I think.", a whimper, "4 strips is reasonable. I can arrange for him to meet you somewhere perhaps? A business opportunity?"
Worthington nods between Hauser and the Ferengi, but remains silent.
Stepping around behind the Ferengi, Hauser begins massaging both lobes, one in each hand. "Of course it's a business opportunity, but you sound so unsure of yourself, like you're thinking of taking our money, and running. That would make me so unhappy," she suggests closer to one lobe. "And when I get unhappy," her fingers tense on both lobes, just enough to suggest discomfort, "things get unpleasant. Just ask my exes. O wait, you can't. They all died. Ah well." She goes back to lobe stroking. "Getting the idea?"
The Ferengi flinches at the pinch, "A deal is a deal."
Hauser resumes the oomok. "Until a betterr one comes along," Hauser finishes the rule. "Just remember, I'm a smart and deadly female. I know your rules of acquisition, I know how you think. So here's my deal. Get us to your cousin, and we'll protect you, and you'll have my personal, my very personal, gratitude. You can even call me, Jessica," she finishes quietly."
"Get you to him?" The Ferengi asks.
Worthington smiles, catching on. "She's the nice one, remember," he says. "I'm pretty strict when it comes to the law. If something were to go wrong. Well, my crewmates can tell you that I have a pretty long and accurate memory. It's best if you and her reach an agreement. That way, you don't have to deal with me."
"Arrange a meetup, yes. We would love to meet your cousin," Jessica says. "Soon. So, do we have a deal?"
The Ferengi nods, "I already said I would do this. Two strips of latinum for my trouble."
Worthington remains silent, keeping the Ferengi's attention on Hauser.
"Of course we do," she says. "My friends here will pay up. It's worth it to us. By the way, what's your name? If I'm going to give oomoks," she runs one finger down an ear, "I want to know who they're for."
"Hrak", The Ferengi replies, numb to the world around him.
Hauser smiles and allows her hot breath to touch one lobe. "Good. Now, after you get your money, we might take your shuttle aboard our ship. After all, you need to be where I am. We'll make sure your cousin doesn't know you're spending time with Starfleet, and I'm sure you won't tell."
"I am already aboard your ship." Hrak says confused.
Worthington shakes his head. "Actually, you are aboard Captain Ki'Vek's ship, not ours," he says. "We have been working closely together on other matters. We can take your shuttle to our ship, and we will make sure it is fueled. We can also drop you closer to where you need to go, without crossing the Ferengi border, of course. That should save you some latinum on your fuel. An extra incentive to assist us."
"So," Hauser says, stepping back. "Do we have a deal?"
Hrak shakes his head, "This make sense, but if you take me to Ferengi space, someone may see. I will depart from here. I will also accept the fuel."
Worthington nods. "As you wish," he says. "Though as you likely saw, these particular vessels, they aren't visible. You never saw our ship, not yet. It's like this one."
"We'll release your ship when the deal is complete so that no one from the Ferengi Commerse Commission will be bothered by where you are or where you've been," Hauser says. "I keep my word, Hrak."
Hrak asks, "So I go now?"
Worthington considers. "How, when, and where will we meet your cousin?"
Hauser stays quiet so Worthington can work out details, as she's been saying a lot lately.
The Ferengi asks, "It would need to be somewhere he wouldn't suspect. Deep Space 9?"
Worthington nods to the ferengi. "DS9 is acceptable," he says. "We shall meet you and your cousin there."
Hrak asks, "Not as Starfleet?"
Worthington nods. "That is easily arranged," he replies.
Hrak sighs in relief, "Good, my cousin would not understand an introduction to Starfleet." He asks, "I go now with fuel?"
Worthington nods, turning to Ki'Vek. "His ship doesn't need much. It appears close to full, so is not a significant drain on either of our resources." He turns back to the Ferengi. "Yes," he replies.
Ki'Vek, who has been hanging back to supervise, nods in agreement. She makes a quick call and the fuel transfer begins.
Hrak asks, "How should I contact you to let you know when we will be there? I don't know when my cousin is returning from his business trip."
Worthington considers. "You could send us an encrypted subspace communication via the comms data network. Target it to me, James Worthington, Captain Ki'Vek here, or to lieutenant Hauser, the one you were negotiating with. You could treat it as a personal communication." he pauses. "Alternatively, we could establish an encrypted subspace comms channel, though this is more likely to be noticed. I recommend the first option."
Hrak nods, "That makes sense to me." He holds out his hand for the latinum.
Worthington produces the 4 strips and hands them over. "I look forward to seeing you again, and your cousin, of course."
Hrak accepts the latinum and grins toothily, "I will contact you. It has been a pleasure doing business with you."
The alert siren sounds as the landing bay doors open. A forcefield shimmers into view.
Worthington nods. "Likewise," he says, as the bay doors open.
FACV Taga Plector lifts off from the launch pad.
The landing bay doors begin to close.
Ki'Vek watches the shuttle depart.
Worthington does likewise. "Seems we either just wasted our time, or perhaps, we may learn something," he says. "He looked sincere enough to me captain."
Ki'Vek nods. "Sometimes, you simply have to roll the dice," she says, then turns to face Worthington more directly. She pulls a PADD out of her coat pocket, taps in a couple of commands, then holds it out to him. "We got a recorded voice from the commbadge recovered in the debris," she says. "The one belonging to ch'Ryllon."
Worthington looks interested. "What did it say?" he asks.
Ki'Vek glances down at the offered PADD, then takes it back and hits the play button herself. From the device, a male voice, with a distinctive flemmy grind to it, says, "You better respond, Starfleet. We had a deal, reneg now and it will be your end."
Worthington listens to that. "Ferengi?" he asks. "The question remains, is the recording legit, or meant to point us in a certain direction."
Ki'Vek shrugs her narrow shoulders. "We were able to trace the origin of the signal back to Rostrasa Tinis. I doubt they knew they were going to be destroyed in advance, so there would be no point in leaving a trail that actually lead to themselves."
Worthington nods. "The voice then," he says. "Do you think that sounded Ferengi?"
"it is difficult to say," replies the snake. "If you'd like to take this copy back to analyze, you may." She gestures upward as if to the decks above with a quick tip of her head. "We have others."
Worthington nods once more. "I shall captain," he says. "That may prove beneficial."
Ki'Vek passes the device over to Worthington. "I got word from Achilles regarding the fabric scraps as well," she says. "Nothing distinctive about those, beyond being of the types of fabric known to be used often by local pirates and Ferengi. I believe I'll have them take another look to see if they find any DNA traces."
"Thank you captain," Worthington says as he accepts the device. "I think for now, we have 3 things. The comm recording to analyze, tracing the Rakup Chumad, and meeting the Ferengi on DS9. Do you see any further utility to remaining in this system?" he asks.
Ki'Vek tips her head to one side in a thoughtful manner. "In this system, perhaps not," she says. "But we do still have yet to find traces of some missing engineers. Unless I missed another part of the conversation before I arrived in the lab of Achilles, we have the 14 bodies aboard Hestia, and the traces of 6 more from the debris here at the base. If this it is true, then we still have four more engineers for which we must account."
Worthington nods. "You are correct captain," he says. "Logically, if we have not found traces of them, they are likely not in this system. Meaning they were aboard the Rakup Chumad, or taken out of the system before the Hestia Recovery operation took place. Rakup Chumad is likely our best lead on them in my estimation captain."
"Quite so. I'd like to see if we can put together any more of the fragments from the other commbadges. There may be more to learn there," Ki'Vek says. "But that it can be done anywhere. At the moment, I don't see any other reason to stay here. If we discover a reason in the future, we can always come back."
Worthington nods. "Agreed," he says. "In that case, Quantum has some overdue repairs and restocking to take care of. We will do so forth with, and coordinate with your crew on next steps. Likely, DS9 will be our next point of contact. Until then though, Quantum will conduct patrols, and assist in any way we can with the analysis. I believe your people have an echo papa 607 warhead to analyse."
Ki'Vek gives a nod in return. "We will keep you informed of anything we learn, of course. I know you will do likewise. Is there anything that we, at Antares, can do for you that may be of assistance?"
Worthington nods. "You know?" he asks. "Actually, there is. The people who put Quantum together, they rushed on a couple of things. Someone forgot to properly connect my desktop console in the ready room, and I am missing a viewscreen as well. Both installations I know your people are more than capable of performing. So is lieutenant Hauser, but Sao Paulos don't exactly have the facilities for that sort of thing."
"I can get your terminal up and running for you now," says the snake. "But the viewscreen it is different. We haven't the industrial replicator on hand here,though Achilles she may have one."
Worthington nods. "I believe she may," he says. "We could also put in at a starbase, including yours, to handle that. We need to anyway for repairs."
Ki'Vek says, "Indeed. But I'll fix your terminal now, so you have that at least."
Worthington nods. "I shall see you aboard the Quantum shortly then," he says, tapping his device.
Ki'Vek offers a deep nod, then heads out of the shuttlebay.