Star Trek: Maverick_ RPG *Positions always open!*

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*Ten Forward*

Kezi rolls her eyes and takes Reg by the arm.

Kezi: Oh come on already, you're just as bad as Milo... *approaching the table* Lt. Riddle! Sir, sorry for the interruption, but this is Lt. Barclay, he needs to speak with you.
Riddle: *raises an eyebrow, obviously irritated* What can I do for you, sir?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: S-sorry to b-bother you, s-sir, but I-I-I n-need some c-calulations for the w-w-warp drive, if y-you don't m-mind... *timidly offers a PADD*

Capt. Patton: Lieutenant Barclay? Aren't you the one who established two-way communication with Voyager when it was in the Delta Quadrent?


Lt. Barclay: Y-yes, ma'am... But it wasn't s-so much me... I-I was just tr-transfered to the Maverick t-today.

Capt. Patton: *smiles warmly* Welcome aboard, Mister Barclay. We're glad to have you.

Lt. Barclay: T-thank you, C-captain...

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*Ten Forward*

Riddle, who is very much preoccupied and decides to use the discretion that every great chief science officer posseses. He decides to push the responsibility off on someone else.

Riddle: This sounds great... Have Ltjg. Sharpp take a look at this, he seems to be a regular wunderkindt these days. *realizes that this is classified* Just be sure not to tell him what this is all for.

Meanwhile, Kezi drags Sharpp to the bar and orders them both a round of drinks.

Kezi: Barclay seems to be you're kind of man. *grins*
Sharpp: Wh-whats th-th-that supposed to mean?
Kezi: You guys just seem to have a lot in common, intelligence, terrible social skills- no offense of course, smashing good looks. But, you are closer to my age, so my family would approve of you more...
Sharpp: Umm... thanks?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Barclay was about to disagree, but remembered this was an upset Vulcan.

Lt. Barclay: Oh... O-of course, s-sir... *walks off*

Capt. Patton: Wunderkindt? You speak German?

Reg approaches the afore mentioned Ltjg. and his Vorta friend at the bar. He wasn't sure he cared for either one. The Ensign was overly friendly, and there was something very familar about this Sharpp...

Lt. Barclay: Uh... H-he said you should l-look over it... *hands over the PADD*

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*Ten Forward*

Riddle sighs and stares at his hands.

Riddle: English, German, Russian, Vulcan, Klingon, Andorian and... Romulan.


Sharpp looks over the PADD and is annoyed that once again, Riddle was pushing off mechanical research on him.

Kezi: *insistently* Please, sit down, join us for a drink, lieutenant. We are both having kerisga, it is a Vortikan liquor. I programmed it myself, would you care for some?
Sharpp: *not looking up from his PADD* Wh-wh-whats all th-this for, anyway?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Capt. Patton: Ah... *quietly* You shouldn't be ashamed of your heritage, Alex. It doesn't really matter, anyway. *pauses* Now do I have to order you to sleep or will you go on your own?


Lt. Barclay: Oh, I p-probably shouldn't... *to Sharpp* Um... It's for t-the warp core... I-I'm supposed t-to... Recalibrate it...

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*Ten Forward*

Riddle: You're kidding, right? If people knew who and what I really am... well I should just go ahead and tattoo "spy" or "traitor" on my forehead. I'm sure you've seen the way that Romulans are treated. Members of the federation and Starfleet are supposed to be so moralistic, but when they find out that someone of Romulan descent, all of that goes out the window. Especially now with our new Romulan threat... No, I have every reason to hide it. And whether I feel shame for it or not, everyone else will treat me differently for it.... And honestly, I don't think I can sleep right now.

Kezi motions for the two men to follow her to a table as they continue their conversation.

Kezi: Of course you can! A little social interaction never hurt anyone.
Sharpp: Th-there so m-m-many strange assignments l-lately... I'm s-s-surprised that m-my own name isn't classified b-by now.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Reg tenses slightly. Sharpp wasn't dull enough to buy a poorly excuted ruse at face value.

Lt. Barclay: *reluctantly sits down* Uh, y-yeah... Heh heh... *clears throat* So... This d-drink is V-vortikan?


Capt. Patton: As long as you're on this ship, they won't. Genetics has nothing to do with loyalty or dedication. *sighs* And if you're gonna sit here all night, at least get a drink...

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OOC: Goodnight.

*Ten Forward*

Sharpp: *smirks* Ch-changing th t-t-topic, are we? I knew it w-w-was classified! Especially wh-when they s-send someone like y-y-you here! Picard and R-r-riker and now B-b-barclay!
Kezi: Erm... yes, its from my homeworld.


Riddle: *rubs his eyes and yawns* I suppose I will order a Vulcan Brandy then... since Romulan Ale is a contraband. Its a shame too, I quit like it.

[motom79]

*NPC*

Name and Rank: several aliases most recently PO Tigan
Age: unknown
Species/Homeworld: Founder
Position: Henchman
A brief sentence or two describing your personality: This changeling has aligned himself with the Daro movement but like Damark his true motifs are unknown. He worked with Dr. Jendra Ramesh and Dr. Seren on the Bynar project, imposing as Jerrod Tigan. He's currently on Promethea awaiting his next move.

((ooc: Thanks MooreSpino and Spiderviveka for the inspiration))

[motom79]

*Promethea*

A tall figure rises in the dark, his pale skin reflecting in the moonlight. His face has an unreal quality, it's almost a death mask. He prowls towards a house with blinded windows and knocks on the door. A disembodied voice answers.

Damark: *the voice* Enter.

The pale figure enters the room and sees a Cardassian man standing next to a fire. The pale figure speaks, his baritone filling the room.

The Changeling: Nice touch, an eyepatch.
Damark: Let's get to business, the Bynars.
The Changeling: Star Fleet has moved them of the Maverick.
Damark: Any change we can get them and the doctors?
The Changeling: Daro has executed the order, don't you worry about it.
Damark: Excellent, I see you have taken care of our friend Admiral Jorgensen. Daro will be pleased
The Changeling: Organics are fragile, remember that Damark

Damark gives the pale Changeling a cold smile but doesn't answer. He fiddles with a small device in his pocket. Both men distrust each other but the movements plans were almost complete, after that there will be enough time to dispose of each other.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: Oh, um... I'm n-not sure what your t-t-talking about... M-maybe I s-should just take this t-to the C-chief Engineer... *reaches for the PADD*


Capt. Patton: So do I... But don't ask where a Starfleet captain gets a bottle... *sips ale*

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

The studying had went along smoothly for an hour. Tara replicated a bottle of Andorian ale and Richie was now playing galatic quiz master.

Lt. Kimble: *reading from a PADD* All right, Tara, answer this one... Traveling from Altair VII at Warp factor six point five, how long will it take to reach Risa without any stops?

[motom79]

*sh'Raazh's quarters*

Tara sips her ale and smiles at Richie's comment. Risa would indeed be a welcome diversion after all that happened the last few days. She strokes his cheeck when she answers him.

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: About four hours, give or take a few minutes. Let's forget this junk. How about some more pleasant activities *leans forward and kisses him*.

[MooreSpino]

*shRaazh's Quarters*

Richie tosses the PADD over his shoulder and wraps both arms around Tara.

Lt. Kimble: If you say so, Imzadi... *kisses Tara, grins* Much better than star charts...

[motom79]

*sh'Raazh quarters*

sh'Raazh answers with her typical Andorian passion. In almost Klingon like lust they proceed to the bedroom chamber, crashing into furniture and tearing of each others uniforms. This was indeed much beter than reviewing star charts.

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*Ten Forward*

Sharpp jerks the PADD away and continues reading over it.

Sharpp: D-d-do you want th-this done or n-n-not?
Kezi: Sharpp's great with this sort of thing, Mr. Barclay... lets just hope that this time it doesn't end up involving him intergrating the personality of a psychotic, genocidal android into his own...
Sharpp: *annoyed* I s-still don't r-r-remember doing th-th-that.
Kezi: Of course not, the mind-wipe took care of that.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Reg chokes on his Vortikan liquor.

Lt. Barclay: M-mind wipe? Genocidal A-androids? *gulps* Wh-what excatly goes on h-here?

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*Ten Forward*


Sharpp: Y-y-you mean th-they didn't tell y-you? This sh-sh-ships a regular B-barge of the d-dead. This p-place is worse than s-s-science station 192... *trails off*
Kezi: Well, we have had a few interesting run ins. An android took over the ship on a mission to destroy the federation. There was that planet full of zombies, red alert after red alert. *laughs* I'm sure this place will make the Enterprise look like nothing, Reg- may I call you Reg?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barlcay: S-sure, I guess...

Reg watches Sharpp rapidly type into the PADD. If he did figure out what that was for, then it meant big trouble for one Lieutenant Barclay...

Lt. Barclay: A-are you sure you c-can complete t-that? I mean, you're n-no engineer... *closes his eyes* W-what I meant was, m-maybe I could just take it a-and do it my-myself...

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*Ten Forward*

Sharpp continues working on the analysis and fains anger at the lieutenant.

Sharpp: Of c-course I c-c-can... Or w-w-would you rather entrust a wr-rench monkey f-fr-from engineering to know all about th-th-this top secret design schematic? Its im-impressive, bio-neural circuitry... No w-w-wonder the R-r-romulans are after us. But what I uhhh.... wh-wh-what I wonder is who exactly is r-r-running the ship... because if I'm not mistaken, these signals are set up for Byn-
Kezi: *clears throat loudly* Milo! Umm... lets talk about something else, shall we?

[motom79]

((ooc: Goodnight))

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi and CPO Saron and several other science officers are cleaning up the mess in the science labs. While cleaning Ensign Tahlandi is reviewing his calculations concering the mysterieus brainwave patron. CPO Saron on the other hand is buzzy handling some minor security issues and sighs, her need for order is being tested to the limit.

[MooreSpino]

The following is a transcript of Captain Patton's Log Entry:

The strain of 134E aboard the Maverick has be eliminated, save for a small amount for research purposes. There were some... After effects, mainly involving Lieutenant Riddle... But that was determined to be caused not by the virus, but built up stress...

Two more deaths have occured since our return to Star Base 194. Lieutenant Junior Grade Shittu commited suicide after learning his wife was responsible for the terroist bombing. Admiral Jorgensen, the man in charge of the Bynar transwarp drive, was poisoned. Doctor Lennox attempted to save his life using nanoprobe technology, but failed.

In a related issue, Ensign Odan had broken into Shittu's quarters and tried to detonate a bomb. She has been apprehended.

With assistance from Lieutenant Woods, Lieutenant Sharpp developed a interface in which to extract the memories of the Android, 'Lenore.' The first attempet could be considered a failure, the memories were accessed but left Sharpp with the Android's personality. Mister Riddle suggested a mind wipe to remove the personality traits, which was sucessful.

The agents assigned to the Bynars contacted Petty Officer Tigan for his assistance, but Tigan claimed never to have been briefed by either agent. They considered him a traitor until DNA tests and a revliation from headquarters revealed that Section 31 had trained an imposter. Tigan was released of all charges.

An appearence by Admiral Picard and Captain Riker took place. They were brought aborad in order to try and convince the Bynars to continue, but ultimately Starfleet decided the security risk was too great and removed the transwarp drive.

Lieutenant Riddle and I have attempted to interrogate Doctor Kline, the man responsible for releasing 134E, but it proved less than sucessful. The man refused to reveal anything beyond the fact he was planning on selling the virus to anyone who wished to destroy teh Federation. It was also revealed that he may have had contact with Riddle's thought to be deceased twin, Anastasia. I promised Alex that I will begin an investigation into the matter...

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: You're probably j-just mistaken... I-I really don't k-know much ab-bout this ship, yet... *clears throat, to Kezi* Yes... Anything you would l-like to discuss is f-fine...

Patton had finished her cake and was on the second ale with Riddle. The man looked like he'd fall asleep in his mug, but Sara didn't say anything about it.

Capt. Patton: So, Alex... Did you always plan to join Starfleet?

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*Ten Forward*

Alex swills his ale, hating the replicated alcohol.

Riddle: Well... when I was little I wanted to be a dentist. But I soon got that out of my system and decided to join starfleet. So I managed to get in when I was fourteen. It seemed like a better place to get an education and a bit of adventure *laughs weakly* You know, Kline and I were taken prisoner together once? I had just gotten out of the academy. And the science vessel was ruled by the Remeran empire as being an enemy combatant. Herbert tried to get under the skin of those interrogators then just like he did with us...

The vulcan leans back and puts his hands behind his head.

Riddle: of course that only made things worse. I'll tell you, I could deal with being beaten, electrocuted, burned, whatever... but the worst part was the water boarding. They would put you in this metal device that forced your head into a position where you were always looking upwards. And there was a sort of ratcheted gag that held your mouth open. And they would pour water down on you until you either somehow agreed to talk, or until you passed out. I haven't gone swimming since.


Sharpp: Sure...
Kezi: So, Reg. What do you think of the Maverick so far?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: It's... Interesting... I h-haven't been stationed on a s-starship since V-Voyager made it b-back... I'm somewhat f-familar with the design, t-though. E-except for a few minor c-changes, it's like the Enterprise-E...


Capt. Patton: You were on board the Intrepid during that mission? I was briefed on that... The Remarans kidnapped the crew right off the ship, like the shields weren't even there. The Federation still hasn't established any relations after that, and that area of space was banned for any Federation-friendly vessel... *sips ale* That must have been personaly hard to deal with the aftermath, Alex...

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*Ten Forward*

Riddle: Yeah... I was treated for PTSD and my injuries along with the rest of them. Sharpp was there too, nearly died after a rather nasty phaser wound. But all of us made it out alive. The academy never prepared me for anything quite like that....

Riddle leans forward and takes a sip of ale.

Riddle:But here I am now, sipping ale with the loveliest captain in Starfleet, trying to decide whether my ex colleague is trying to be helpful in his own twisted way or has simply lost his mind.... I really need to know.


Sharpp stares over the rims of his glasses at the engineer and Kezi.

Kezi: I was only on the enterprise once, quite briefly, but its a beautiful ship. So how long are you supposed to be here?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: Um... Not sure... I s-suppose until they call m-me back..

Reg takes another drink of kerisga and sighs. Secret keeping was never a strong point for him, and the way this Sharpp was watching him made his nerves worse.


Capt. Patton:We can have a medical scan performed to see if he is mentally unstable, but the danger Kline presents would complicate that...

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*Ten Forward*

Milo stares down into the strange pinkish substance in his glass.

Sharpp: Wh-what th-th-this made of, anyway?
Kezi: Oh, distilled kava-root mostly... and arsenic.
Sharpp: *gulps* wh-what?
Kezi: I'm kidding, relax.

Alex yawns and then slumps in his seat. He rests his chin on his hand and stares at the scratch on the table.

Riddle: A phaser to his head would be nice too... I wonder what made him turn traitor to the federation. He was always a bit disillusioned, but I never saw this coming. And to think, people think that I'm a traitor... Heh, I think you're right, I do need sleep.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Capt. Patton: A captain is always right... *smiles* Didn't they teach you that at the Academy? *stands* I've had enough alcohol, myself... Good night, Alex...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Alex stands and pushes his chair in. He smiles and nods at the captain before turning to leave.

Riddle: Goodnight, Sara.

Sharpp sits across from Barclay, thoroughly engrossed in his work, downing one glass of liquor after the next and Kezi tries desperately to keep the conversation going.

Kezi: So... whats your favorite planet?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: I s-suppose... Um... Earth, I g-guess. I d-don't really do a lot of personal tr-traveling... *to Sharpp* Is it going t-to be much l-longer? I h-have some things I n-need t-to do...

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*Ten Forward*

Sharpp glares at Barclay as he asks this question.

Sharpp: *groans* Th-th-thats the problem with y-you engineers... th-th-think the whole universe r-r-runs on y-your time!

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Reg finishes another glass of liquor and sets it down. He wasn't one to consume great quantities, but the whole damn thing had him on edge. Sharpp wasn't helping.

Lt. Barclay: S-sorry, but n-no, we don't. Th-things can be t-time sensitive. You c-can't wait f-forever for calcualtions when the sh-ship is in danger... *takes a deep breath* I c-can finish whate-ever is left. I n-need to get to Engineering anyway... *reaches for the PADD again*

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*Ten Forward*

Sharpp pulls the PADD away and stands up, walking nearer to Barclay who is a good eight inches taller than him.

Sharpp: Oh, so n-n-now the ships in gr-grave danger? Give me f-f-five minutes, buddy! Because th-th-theres a reason that your s-still only a lieuntenant at y-y-your age!
Kezi: Guys, lets just calm down, ok? People are starting to stare...

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Another thing Troi told him was to try and be more assertive in situations. Reg figured this was a good of a time as any...

Lt. Barclay: I never s-said the ship was in a-actual d-danger, it w-was an e-e-example. *stands* A-and I s-still outrank y-you, Mister S-sharpp. I c-could order you t-to give it b-back...

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*Ten Forward*

Sharpp stands chest to chest with Barclay, far exceeding the limit of both of their personal space. He reeks of alcohol and is quite inebriated, struggling to keep his balance. Not that this is an unusual state for the lieutenant.

Sharpp: Th-th-then thats wh-what you're gonna have to do... SIR!

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Lt. Barclay: Then... *swallows* I o-order you t-to give me th-the PADD, L-lieutenant... *holds out a hand*

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Sharpp scowls as he steps back and moves to hand the PADD to the lieutenant. In the process, Barclay's hand somehow comes in contact with his own, which normally would just give him the creeps. But, in his current state, he takes it as some kind of offensive gesture, and without thinking, strikes Barclay with the back of his hand, in a drunken, flailing fit of fear and anger. His para-nervous system overreacting as he yells out.

Sharpp: D-don't f***ing touch me!

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Barclay stumbles under the unexpected blow and falls backwards over his chair, taking the glasses of kerisga with him. He sputters as the liquor enters his eyes and nose.

Lt. Barclay: *coughing, sitting up* W-w-what th-the h-hell was t-that f-f-for?! I d-didn't t-touch y-you!

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Sharpp steps back, away from the table, everyone in ten forward is staring at him and he is overcome with a wave of guilt, shame, and humiliation.

Sharpp:*meekly* I... I'm s-s-sorry....

He turns and runs before security can get there and heads for the nearest jeffries tube, his favorite hiding place lately.

Kezi goes to Lt. Barclays side and tries in vain to dry him off.

Kezi: Oh my great mother spirit! are you alright Mr. Barclay?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Reg manages to nod as he coughs up whatever liquid made it into his lungs.

Lt. Barclay: *coughing* I... I'm f-fine... *rubs the red mark on his cheek, looks around* Oh, n-no... *shakily stands up* He t-took t-the PADD! It h-has the specifications I n-need...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Jeffries Tube*

About ten minutes later, Sharpp sits in a jeffries tube, one of the few areas on the ship that he had previously calculated to be a sensor blind spot. It has a two foot radius and he sits there, finishing his analysis on the schematics. He always does his best work when incredibly drunk and hiding from security in the service duct.

When he is finished, he sends his analysis to the main computer engineering and sits tight in his spot, wondering how long he can realistically sit there.

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

EMH: Hold still, Mister Barclay...

Barclay is sitting on a biobed while the EMH uses a dermal regenerator to get rid of the forming bruise.

Lt. Barclay: I h-have to f-find that P-PADD. If I d-don't...

EMH: There. All done. It may still be a bit sore, but that'll go away in a day or two.

Lt. Barclay: Thank y-you, Doctor... *to Kezi* The c-computer sensors can't f-find Sharpp anywhere... D-do you have any idea w-where he would b-be?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sickbay*

Kezi: I don't know, sir... hes pretty illusive, but I don't know where he could have gone.

Dr. Vieth overhears the conversaiton and decides to offer her services.

Vieth:*to Barclay and Kezi* Well I do sense his presence on the ship...

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Reg looks over at the new woman. She had those dark Betazed eyes that he always found attractive in Counselor Troi. That must be how she knows where Sharpp is.

Lt. Barclay: Could y-you find exactly w-where, please? He has i-important information of m-mine... For t-the warp c-core, I mean...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sickbay*

Vieth raises her eyebrows, giving a tentative glare in the engineers direction.

Vieth:*jokingly* Such improper thoughts for a Starfleet officer, lieutenant. But, knowing Milo, he has found a blind spot. He really is quite predictable.

Kezi rolls her eyes at this statement. Its easy to find someone predictable when you constantly read their thoughts without asking. The Vorta are a telepathic race. But much like Vulcans, they are trained from a young age to control their ability and have strict moral codes in regards to reading the thoughts of another being. It is considered an extremely intimate act. So naturally, Kezi is disgusted by the blatant disregard for another's privacy that some betazoids seem to have.

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Reg blushes and looks away. He should've known better to control his thoughts around a Betazoid.

Lt. Barclay: Uhhh... *clears his throat* W-well, then... Maybe I c-could reconfigure the s-scanners to look f-for l-lifesigns in any k-known blind spots. *motions to a Sickbay console, to EMH* M-may I?

EMH: *shrugs* As long as you don't take any vital systems off-line. Like my program...

Lt. Barclay: Of c-course, Doctor...

Reg slides of the bed and goes to the console. After a moment of composure, he begins hitting various keys in various sequences to bring up internal sensors and any possible blind spots in them...

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*Sickbay*

Vieth looks over Barclay's shoulder as he works. He reminds her a lot of Milo. The only difference being that he actually likes Betazoids, where Mr. Sharpp has a fear, completely irrational by her standards, of the entire species. Still, she was always drawn in by emotionally unstable men without telepathy, it always gave her the upper hand in a relationship.

Vieth: So... Reginald, have you found him yet?

*Sharpps Quarters*

Sharpp pushes the wall panel out and climbs onto the dark blue carpet of his bedroom. He replaces the hatch and then dusts himself off before sitting on his bed.

The room was dull, completly absent of photographs or personal affects, save one solitary, pitiful stuffed animal sitting on his pillow. It's a gray striped cat with an eye missing and knots of fur ripped out, named Kamakazi. He takes the thing and hugs it as he waits for security to come to his door. He had had the animal since he was small. He once had a real cat that looked quite similar to it who was also named Kamakazi. But it scratched his step father one day, and he hung it by its neck from a light fixture and swung at it like a pinata. The screaming of the poor animal was terrible.

Still, Milo pets the stuffed cat's head and waits. He keeps wondering, "is this the time im going to get kicked out of Starfleet?"

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Reg glances over the information. There were no lifesigns in any of the blindspots... He ran a broader scan.

Lt. Barclay: *points to a section of the crew quarters* He's t-there... Back in h-his own c-cabin.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sickbay*

Kezi laughs as she taps her comm badge. All that time he elluded them and ended up back in his own quarters.

Kezi: Ensign Kezi to security, a security team is needed in Ltjg. Sharpp's quarters, Lt. Barclay is on his way there. *smiles at Reg* Go get 'em, sir.

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Lt. Barclay: Uh, t-thanks...

*Corridor*

Barclay was greeted by two Sceurity officers standing on either side of Sharpp's door. Both had phasers in hand as Reg approached.

Ensign Joran: *nods* We're ready to go in whenever you are, Sir.

Lt. Barclay: Oh... I d-don't think that w-will be necassary, gentlemen. I-I can talk to him...

Ensign Joran: Sir, I wouldn't reccomend that. *tightens his grip on the phaser* He could be dangerous.

Lt. Barclay: I t-think I can h-handle it, Ensign... *presses door chime*

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sharpps Quarters*

Sharpp's face twitches slightly before he answers, the padd sits on the table by his bed.

Sharpp: Enter.

Crewman T'vur leads the other two man into the scientists quarters with his phaser drawn.

[MooreSpino]

*Sharpp's Quarters*

Barclay follows causiously after the two Security officers. Sharpp was sitting on his bed, absently petting a sad looking toy cat. Reg wasn't sure what to say to the young man, so he stars off with the basics.

Lt. Barclay: M-mister Sharpp... Are... Uh... A-are you a-all right...?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sharpps Quarters*

Milo doesn't move, he feels far too terrified and melancholy. So much to the point that he is seeing purple trails off of the objects around him, which was never a good thing.

Sharpp: F-f-fine... Sir, I am v-v-very sorry for, for h-h-hitting you. I understand th-that you need to pr-press charges. I already f-forwarded m-m-my analysis to engineering.

Still, he sits there petting the toy cat, wondering if he was really doomed this time. If he was court marshalled, there was only one course he could take. Starfleet was his life, yet he keeps finding new and creative ways to destroy it.

T'vur: Sir, will you be pressing charges?

[MooreSpino]

*Sharpp's Quarters*

He finally figures out what was so strange about Sharpp. The despondant Lieutenant reminds Reginald of someone... Himself.

Lt. Barclay: *sighs* N-no. I won't be p-pressing any charges...

Ensign Joran: But, Sir--

Lt. Barclay: That'll b-be all, Ensign. T-thank you for your a-assistance...

Reluctantly, both Security officers exit the quarters. Reg takes a few steps closer to the bed and holds out his hand.

Lt. Barclay: M-may I have my P-PADD back now, L-lieutenant?

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*Sharpps Quarters*

Milo nods silently as he hands him the device.

Sharpp: Th-thank you, s-sir.... I don't know h-h-how I've managed t-to stay in S-st-st-starfleet for so l-long, pulling stunts l-like that....

[MooreSpino]

*Sharpp's Quarters*

Reg does a quick check of the Lieutenant's work. It was impressive. And entirely accurate. He looks up again, remembering another piece of advice from his days on the Enterprise.

Lt. Barclay: Oh... Well, w-we all make mistakes s-sometimes... Some m-more than others. This is g-good work, Mister S-sharpp. T-thank you...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sharpp's Quarters

Sharpp only manages to smirk as he thinks to himself "I told you I could do it."

Sharpp: Aye s-sir... any t-t-time.

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Ensign Zen and PO Mika are assigned to the retrofit of the navigational systems. Both engineers are a little surprised by the calculations of Lt. jg. Sharpp, apparently the navigation on the Maverick was designed for a neural interface, something unheard of on a star ship. Could this explain the mysterious Cardassian-Reman device?

Ensign Zen: What the hell did they do, this is going to take hours to correct.
PO Mika: Why build such a complex system only to have it retrofitted to standard design? It doesn't make sense. Any idea for who it is build.
Ensign Zen: I have no idea, wait maybe it was designed to accommodate Bynars.
PO Mika: Bynars, I didn't think any served in the Fleet.
Ensign Zen: Well they have designed half of the computersystems used by the Federation, so it's not unthinkable that some are serving on Federation vessels in some capacity.
PO Mika: That makes sense, but why wasn't engineering informed of this design. I just don't understand.
Ensign Zen: Neither do I but have you seen the look on Lt. Woods face, he looked furious about this all.
PO Mika: Yes he sure did.

[spiderviveka_SC]

OOC: Goodnight.

[Mikoyo80]

Name and Rank: Ensign Raian Zan (formally Raneri)
Age: Raian is 23 and Zan (symbiont) is aged somehwhere between 100-150 years.
Species/Homeworld: Joined Trill, Trill Homeworld
Position: Security Officer
A brief sentence or two describing your personality: Raian Raneri was known as a rather cocky young man but he would always put the welfare of others before himself, making a position in security an obvious choice. Not much has changed since his joining with the symbiote Zan, an unplanned event due to the sudden death of a joined Trill officer aboard the vessel he was serving at the time, but thanks to 3 previous lifetimes of experience has mellowed considerably, although he can still be a little over energetic at times. Roughly six months has passed since this event but he still gets confused on an occasion and even forgets his own name at times, often referring to himself as one of Zan's previous three hosts. He likes to joke around and will be one of the first to laugh at himself in the event of one of his 'little moments' as he calls them. Whilst on duty he can fire a phaser with deadly accuracy and whilst he was good enough at hand to hand combat, the joining has seen him improve greatly in this area.
http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q126/Mikoto80/snapshot_b4676924_54676d8b.jpg

[motom79]

((ooc: welcome aboard))

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* Yay! Just out of curiosity, can anyone control the npcs or is that just the mods? Cheers!
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*Corridor Ouside of the Docking Bay*

As the shuttle docked with the USS Maverik, the young ensign stepped out of the docking bay and took in his new surroundings. This would be his first day on board after being reassigned there from his previous vessel. He glanced at the padd he had been given enroute containing brief information on his post, his superiors, and a summary of ships latest 'adventures'. He noticed that there were at least two other Trill on board and that one of which would be his superior officer, one Lt cmdr Shashar, who was actually half betazoid.Still, it would be good to be around some of his own people again he thought, but then again it didn't really matter as he got along with most people anyway. In fact one of his previous hosts had even managed to get along and be accepted by Klingons which he supposed said it all really. It was whilst studying his padd that he bumped into someone, whom he hoped wasn't a senior officer for that would be a good start to his time aboard the Maverik - not. Nevertheless he dared to look up just to check on how to make his apology.

[motom79]

(ooc: everybody can use the npc's))

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: What's up, Mikoyo80! Glad to have you aboard!)))

*Engineering*

Reg was still going over his PADD the next morning. Not only was the needed computations stored on it, but also the classified information to contact Admiral Picard. Today would be his first official day in the Maverick's Engineering section, and Reg needed to make sure that his assignment wouldn't hit any more bumps in the road.

Lt. Barclay: *to Woods* E-excuse me? Are y-you the Chief E-engineer?

[motom79]

*Security*

Lt. Li is writing a rapport on his latest findings involving the Reman-Romulan-Cardassian movement. Lt. Li sighs this alliance that sprung up from nowhere is quickly becoming one of the biggest threads for peace. It feels like the Dominion Cold War all over again. Several agents affiliated with the alliance have infiltrated in key positions causing fear and paranoia.

*Engineering*

A disgruntled Lt. Woods looks at his new Senior Diagnostic Engineer. He had heard of Barclay and admired his work. But he couldn't shake the feeling that this man was placed in engineering as a spy. Lt. Woods decides it's best to act as if nothing is wrong.

Lt. Woods: Lt. Barclay I presume. Yes I'm the main engineer of the Maverick. How can I be of assistance?

[MooreSpino]

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Um, y-yes... *hands over the PADD* I n-need to make s-sure that the warp core is r-recalcalibrated to these s-specifications... W-who is assigned to t-that?

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: I assigned Ensign Zen and PO Mika, you're welcome to help them. So care to tell me what's going on or do I have to read about it in another vague Admiral's note *said sarcastically*

[MooreSpino]

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Oh... W-well... I'm n-not sure I'm the one t-to... Er... Explain it a-all, Sir... Maybe I sh-should get to work... If there isn't anything e-else, Sir...?

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: *annoyed* Very well then, I'll get my answers elsewhere.

Lt. Woods takes Barclay's PADD and goes to his office. This day has started all wrong, he hated all this secrecy and to top it of, he also had to deal with two official complaints one from and one against PO Tigan. He hopes that Lt. jg. Ivanova will consider his request and set up a meeting with her father. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

[MooreSpino]

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: O-of course, S-sir...

Barclay turned on his heel and headed to the warp core. Things were becoming more and more difficult to keep under wraps, everyone here was just too curious. He wasn't the man for this job... But reg didn't have the nerve to tell his superiors so.

The two officers assigned were busy on the core console. Reg took a deep breath and approached.

Lt. Barclay: Ensign Zen a-and Petty Officer M-mika? I'm L-lieutenant Barclay. I'm in c-charge of t-this project. So... H-how far have you g-gotten with it?

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Richie leaned back in his chair and took a long drink of coffee. He had woken up a quarter of an hour ago and decided to let Tara sleep. There shift wasn't for another two hours, but he wasn't taking the chance of sleeping 'till they were late. Again...

*Bridge*

Patton stepped off the turbolift, a mug of tea in one hand and a PADD in the other. It was a security report of the incident in Ten-Forward involving Sharpp and Barclay. She mentally shook her head; if his Starfleet career meant so much, then why would Sharpp keep jepoardizing it? She'd have to schedual a meeting with the Lieutenant...

Capt. Patton: *sitting down* Helm, status report...

Ensign Kelzen: Everything is operating at normal standards.

Capt. Patton: Thank you, Ensign. Computer, contact Starfleet Headquarters. Request new assignment orders and anything else we'll need to continue...

Computer: *beep* Message Sent.

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Ensign Zen: We pulled an all nighter sir but we have the navigational systems and the warp core almost up to speck. Sir, if you don't mind us asking why was it necessary to accommodate the Maverick for external biological input and not use it. PO Mika and I have speculating that it might have something to do with Bynars.

The two young officers decide not to tell their project leader that when they brought this up with Lt. Woods he practically throw them out of engineering. Lt. Woods was not a happy camper at the moment.

*sh'Raazh quarters*

sh'Raazh wakes to find an empty bed for a brief moment she feels disorientated and panic but soon she hears noises, Richie was still there. She gets out of bed and walks into her living quarters.

sh'Raazh: Goodmorning Richie, I missed you

((ooc: Zen and Mika are just speculating, they have no idea what's really going on))

[MooreSpino]

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Richie smiles and stands at Tara's presence.

Lt. Kimble: Morning, Tara, my Imzadi. Care for a cup of joe?

*Engineering*

Barclay looks from one crewmen to the other. What happen to the days when an officer just followed orders without question?

Lt. Barclay: Um, w-well... I-I'm not really s-sure... I haven't been on t-the ship for very long... But orders a-are orders. *goes to the console* Shall we c-continue? *begins to imput calculations*

[motom79]

((ooc: Seeing that I'm European I never understood that (doing a task without questions) LOL, I question everything. Poor Lt. Barclay hopefully the stress doesn't bring on some old addictions :) ))

*sh'Raazh Quarters*

sh'Raazh: No thank you my love, I never cared for that stuff. How about some breakfast? Strawberries with cream *gives Richie a wicked smile*

*Engineering*

Ensign Zen: Yessir, but still it's strange isn't it.

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: I tend to question everything myself. Albeit quietly and not to my surperiors. :D And what's Barclay without a little holo-addiction? ;) )))

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Huh? Oh, y-yes... Strange... Please, continue y-your calibrations, E-ensign...

Reg continues to input directions for the computer, unitl someting odd catches his eye. There was a componet that wasn't listed in any of the briefings on the bioneural system.

Lt. Barclay: Officer M-mika, are you familar w-with this...?

*shRaazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: Mmmm... Sounds good. *grins* But I like chocolate syrup on strawberries, too...

[motom79]

*Engineering*

PO Mika: Sorry Sir no, Zen how about you?
Ensign Zen: *baffled* I never say anything of the sorts. Maybe we should get Lt. Woods in here or PO Tigan, seeing he is the expert when it comes to bio engineering.

The three engineers stand there unsure what their next move should be. PO Mika fiddles with her bajoran earring and Ensign Zen is clicking his tongue. The last time they found an unknown component the ship's computers were almost destroyed, an experience neither of them wanted to relive.

PO Mika: *nervously* Sir, if I may so bold maybe it's best to put it in a stasis field and analyze it later. We have had the worst luck with the unknown on this mission.

*sh'Raazh quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Hm, you are a little sweet tooth. Fresh or replicated?

((ooc: never been a truer word, go holo addiction))

[MooreSpino]

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: *shrugs* Hey, chocolate makes the galaxy go 'round... *raises eyebrow* You have fresh chocolate...?

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: *nods* C-computer... *computer beep* P-place a Level Five f-forcefield around this c-console...

Computer: *beep* Forcefield In Place.

Lt. Barclay: *taps combadge* L-lieutenant Baclay t-to Lieutenant Woods... W-we need you at t-the warp core...

[motom79]

*sh'Raazh's quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: *giggling* Well I meant the strawberries, but I have some quality Belgian chocolate laying around if you like.

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods walks towards his officers, looking flabbergasted.

Lt. Woods: Please don't tell me, another crisis. Lt. Barclay I don't care who send you to breath down me neck but I want the truth, what's going on. Maybe if I actually knew what's happening I could do my job efficiently.

((ooc: so the unknown what's it supposed to be?))

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: I'm going to say... Unknown spy device installed by whomever is behind the chaos. :D )))

*Docking Bay*

Crewman T'vur had finished the report to the Captain and was doing a routine foot patrol while simultaniously checking up on ship status. He had reached the Docking Bay and the basic Engineering report when someone ran into him.

Crewman T'vur: *raises eyebrow* Ensign... *checks PADD* ...Zan? May I help you?

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: I... Uh... W-well, you s-see, Sir... *takes a deep breath* A-admiral Picard s-sent me t-to oversee the retrofit o-of the warp c-c-core after... A-after St-starfleet decided to m-move the t-transwarp project to a-another s-s-ship... He w-wanted an 'i-inside man' com-completing the work, S-sir...

Barclay looks down. So much for keeping a secret...

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Richie was now grinning from ear to ear.

Lt. Kimble: I knew there was something I liked about you...

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: *smiles* Thanks for being honest, this will be our secret of course the admiral doesn't need to know what happened. So what's the problem than?

*sh'Raazh quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Belgian chocolate and fresh strawberries it is. The cook Dakin owes me a huge favor.

((ooc: sounds good))

[Mikoyo80]

*Corridor Ouside of the Docking Bay*

Zan surveyed the Vulcan and was relieved to see that he didn't appear to be a superior officer. Still, it was best to be courtious and offer his apologies anyway. He couldn't help but think of how much this man looked like his husband but then scolded himself. The previous host of Zan, one Lt cmr Yulia, had been married to a Vulcan for nineteen years before her untimely death while on duty. They had of course had children in that time and Raian found it rather strange to contemplate that in a way he had been a mother by two of his hosts. He shrugged and offered his apologies.

Ensign Zan: Sorry, guess I should be watching where I'm going. I'm looking for my quarters and then I suppose I should report for duty. I think I can find it alright on my own though thanks. Wouldn't want to bother you on duty right?

[MooreSpino]

*Corridor Ouside of the Docking Bay*

Crewman T'var: *places arms behind his back* It is quite all right, Ensign. And please feel free to use the computer systems for directions. They can be more efficiant in giving them than anyone else. Do you require anything further?

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: And where do we find this cook? After last night, I need a chocolate fix... *grins, waggles eyebrows*

*Engineering*

Reg sighs in relief.

Lt. Barclay: T-thank you, Sir... Um, while running the c-computations, I f-found this device... *points out the object* F-from what I've r-read it's not p-part of the tr-transwarp system. And considering the r-recent suspicious activities a-aboard, it c-could be another sabatoge a-attempt...

[Mikoyo80]

*Corridor Ouside of the Docking Bay*

Raian shook his head and couldn't help but agree with the Vulcan on that point. He felt he could manage with the map on his PADD, which seemed strange considering that once over he might have struggled. That was probably Yulia again as she had been known to best the helm officers with her chart deciphering skills. He missed the lietenant commander greatly, or at least having her there in person. Although her memories lived on within Zan, he couldn't speak with the older officer as he used to and now he wished he had asked her about the joining. He had little interest in becoming a host for fear of losing himself but life worked in funny old ways sometimes and boy did he know it. He nodded to acknowledge his fellows crewmans question before answering.

Ensign Zan: No thanks, I can take it from here. Thanks for the help and I'll try to watch where I'm going from now on.

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*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: God no, this is getting ridiculous. I see you have isolated it and put it into a containment field. Excellent thinking Lieutenant. *scans device* Hm, that's odd. It has some similarities with the device we found earlier but, no this can't be. It appears one of the components is Dominion in design. *taps* Lt Woods to security you better come check this out. Lt. Barclay care to assist me to disable this thing.

((ooc: probably some rogue faction that aligned itself with the Reman Romulan Cardassian alliance, hope nobody minds))

*sh'Raazh's quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: *laughing* I'll give him a call. *taps combadge* Slevin, Tara here remember that thing I did for you. It's time to repay the favor. I need some Belgian chocolate and fresh strawberries. Can you get that for me?
Dakin: Right away Tara, do you want Terran or Risan strawberries.
Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Terran will be fine. *to Richie* So my dear is there anything else you'd like for breakfast?

[MooreSpino]

*Corridor Ouside of the Docking Bay*

Crewman T'vur: Very well. Continue on, Ensign. *continues foot patrol*

[MooreSpino]

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: T-the stasis field was actually O-oficer Mika's i-idea, Sir... And y-yes, I c-can help disable it... P-perhaps if we start b-by running a diagonstic s-scan to check f-for any... Er... Unexpected con-concequencies?

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: *pecks Tara on the cheek* That depends... Are you on the menu, as well...?

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: Well kudos to PO Mika. My thoughts exactly lieutenant safety before anything. The first one put one of my crew in sickbay. Ensign Zen, PO Mika please assist us
Both officers: Aye Sir
Lt. Woods: So where do we begin

Lt. Barclay reminds Lt. Woods of Lt. jg. Sharpp, both men are a little socially inept but have brilliant minds. He gives the lieutenant an encouraging pad on the shoulder as they begin there work. Lt. Woods prays that the precautions they have taken are enough to prevent another crisis.

*sh'Raazh quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Well I was hoping you would be my breakfast covered in chocolate and strawberries. *tickles him with her antenna's*

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* This will be my last post until around this time tomorrow, at least I hope I'm that lucky anyway. Busy day tomorrow but I might be able to post in the morning if I'm even luckier. Either way its ta-ra for now!
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*Ensign Zan's Quarters*

As Raian glance at his PADD, this time looking where he was going, he noticed that there was still some time left before he was due to report to his senior officer so he had plenty of time to find his assigned quarters and settle in. He found this rather easily and as he entered he laid down his kit bag, containing both his personal effects and that of Lt cmr Yulia, beside the door and sat on the bed before taking a look around. The room was rather barren but then again this was expected. Plenty of time to add his own personal touch or maybe even that of his previous lives. His first lifetime had been a world-renowned artist so he thought that perhaps he should replicate a few paintings to brighten the place up. It would of course be better to decorate the room in his own taste but he wasn't even sure as to what that was anymore. He felt a little dryness in his throat so he moved over to the replicator but found himself pausing. It seemed he couldn't even get a drink without conflicting with the others within him and he banged his fist off the wall in frustration. This surprised him as he had never been particularly violent in the past, unless on duty of course. Probably the 'Klingon lover' as he called the second host of Zan, for she had been known to get along with just about any species and had friends in the Klingon Empire. The young ensign decided that maybe he should talk to the ships counsilor but this would have to wait until after his first shift. For now though, a sonic shower seemed like a good idea and as he slipped in he hoped that he wouldn't find himself wearing one of Yulia's dresses when he reported for duty.

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: Night, Mikeyo!)))

*shRaazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: Then that's all we'll need... Nothing like a well rounded breakfast before a shift on the Bridge... *kisses Tara* What did you do deserving of a favor for this cook? Something I should know...?

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Uh, h-here, I s-suppose...

Barclay begins the scan. It did appear to contain both Reman and Cardassian designs, along with Dominon elements. What sort of person could have snuck this aborad, let alone istalled it into an experimental, terefore heavily guarded, warp propolusion system? The results show up on the LCARS screen.

Lt. Barclay: It d-dosen't appear to b-be fully active, Sir... N-neither is it intergrated in-into the c-c-core... It s-should be safe t-to remove... Once w-we cut power, t-that is.

[motom79]

((ooc: goodnight Mikoyo80 and with this I'm also going to bed. Goodnight))

*sh'Raazh quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Are you jealous Richie? Believe me you have nothing to fear from Dakin. I just helped him to get some Romulan Ale aboard.

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: I agree but all the same be cautions, the last one we had to blast to smithereens to deactivate it. Wait those brainwave patrons are showing up again. Damn it's another telepathic device. I'm disconnecting it now.

As soon as the engineers pull the plug on the thing it gives a powerful energy burst. Luckily the containment field absorbs most of the burst so their is no real damage. Lt. Woods scans the device it seems to be disconnected but he still picks up some faint traces of brain activity.

Lt. Woods: Everybody ok. Luckily we were prepared because that blast could have done a whole lotta damage. Lt. Barclay any ideas to what this might be?

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: Well then, good night to the both of you.)))

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: B-brainwave patterns... Huh... You k-know... It could be a r-remote telekinetic r-router. An e-experimental device used t-to monitor computer o-output. T-they... Theoretically, o-of course... Could be programmed to c-control the computer itself. Scientists on V-vulcan have been conducting re-research, but s-so far it's b-been deemed too d-dangerous... If t-the Romulans h-have gotten a hold of t-the design, they c-could have created their own...

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: *shakes head* Belgian chocolate, Romulan Ale... I think I'm in love... You wouldn't happen to play voleyball, would you?

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*Katians Quarters*

Lennox sits at the edge of katians bed. He's fully dressed again, sans his uniform tunic and boots, and lovecraft sits on his lap purring. He waits silently for Kati to wake up, watching her sleep. And how truly angelic she is in such a restful state.


*Sharpps Quarters*

Milo lays on his bed, clutching Kamakazi, and still in his dust ridden uniform. He is nearly asleep when an incoming transmission alerts from his comm panel. He sluggishly gets to his feet and approaches the machine. When he presses the right sequence ogf buttons, an image of the young and radiant Captain Allison Sharpp appears before him, smiling. However, her expression turns more to a grimace when she see's her younger brother on the other end of the screen.

Sharpp: Wh-what do you w-want?
Allison: Well, I just wanted to check in on you, Milo. You're my brother and I haven't actually spoken to you in more than two years... Are you alright? You don't look so well. Whats going on?
Sharpp: *scoffs* You n-n-never c-cared before.
Allison: I see you still haven't gotten eyes or that stutter fixed.
Sharpp:*sarcastically* I'm s-s-sorry to have di-disappointed you.
Allison: Anyway, Mike is making me dinner so I must go soon... you should really get married, you know. But the Athena will likely be randevuing with the Maverick sometime within the next week. I love you Milo, I'll see you soon.
Sharpp: Bye. *ends transmission.*


*Science Lab*

Riddle sneaks into the science lab. Three and a half hours hardly constitutes a good nights sleep, but he couldn't stop having the same dream over and over again. He makes it all the way to his office, thinking that he is unnoticed by the science staff currently in the lab, when he hears a soft voice behind him.

Kezi: Sir, *hands him a PADD* this if for you, it is my most recent analysys of the suicide bombers tissue samples.
Riddle: Thanks... she had a name you know.
Kezi: I know, she had a son and a husband too. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier to pick apart her corpse.
Riddle: Good point... *glances at the PADD* Keep up the good work, ensign, and you might be in line for a promotion.

Riddle takes the PADD and walks back into his office and orders a cup of black coffee. It tastes like paint thinner, but serves its purpose to wake him up.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: *taps combadge* Patton to Sharpp... Could I see you in my Ready Room at your convience...?

*Katian's Quarters*

The world felt warm and fuzzy. The last thing Kati wanted was out of bed and leave that feeling. It was the closest she had ever come to reliving the Nexus all those years ago... It could only be described as being 'wrapped in pure joy.'

Kati shifts in bed. There was emptiness next to her... Her eyes flutter open and she sees Lennox sitting on the edge of the bed.

Katian: *sleeply* Lennox... *smiles* Good morning...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sharpp's Quarters*

Sharpp: Aye sir.

Sharpp stops by a mirror and realizes that he is covered in dust. So he changes uniforms and heads to the captains ready room.

*Katian's Quarters*

Lennox smiles when he sees that Kati is awake and stands up, Lovecraft scampers to the floor and he goes to Kati's side and kisses her on the cheek.

Lennox: Good morning sweetness. Can I get you anything? Food? Coffee?

*The Bridge*

Sharpp stands outside of the captains ready room. He presses the button and waits to be let in. He attempts to straighten his hair and cleans his glasses on his shirt.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

The door bell chimes. Patton, who is going over various PADDS, absently looks up and back down.

Capt. Patton: Come in. *looks up at Sharpp* Ah, Mister Sharpp. Please have a seat, I'll be right with you... *continues working*

*Katian's Quarters*

Kati sits up and returns the kiss.

Katian: Mmm... Vulcan mocha sounds good... But I want to get dressed first. *streches, smiles* How long have you been up?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*

Sharpp does as he is told and stares at his hands which are resting nervously in his lap. Judging by her demeanor, he was not sure what the captain would say.


*Katian's Quarters*

Lennox: Oh, i never went to sleep.

[MooreSpino]

*Katian's Quarters*

Kati smiles as she stands and makes her way to the bathroom.

Katian: That's right... You only sleep for nine hours at a time every three months, if I recall correctly...

The bathroom door slides shut before any response could be made.

*Ready Room*

Patton sets down the last of the paperwork and folds her hands on top of the desk.

Capt. Patton: Mister Sharpp... I've recieved a report from Security concerning an altercation last night between you and Lieutenant Barclay... *sternly* I'd like to hear your side of the story...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Katian's Quarters*

Lennox: *as the door closes* Correct.

Lennox walks to the replicator and orders two Vulcan mochas and takes them to the table. He sits down and Lovecraft attacks some uknown object at the far side of the room.


*Ready Room*

Sharpp stirs in his seat for a moment before clearing his throat and forcing out an explanation.


Sharpp: Well... s-sir. We were h-h-having a few dr-drinks. I w-was working on an analysis f-f-f-for h-him. He d-d-didn't seem t-to think I could do it. So, af-after sone harsh words. I g-gave him th-th-the PADD. He ac-accidentally t-touched m-m-my hand, and ummm... then i s-s-sort of uhhh.... I flipped out and I hit h-him.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: I see... *glances over PADD* And according to Security, you were later found in your quarters, where Mister Barclay refused to press charges. *leans forward* Assulting an officer is a very serious charge, Mister Sharpp, and whether Barclay presses his own charges or not, I still have to. *sighs* I'm begining to see a pattern of behavior here. You claim that your career is important to you, and then you get yourself into a situation that puts your position at risk... An officer like that can be considered a risk, not only to himself, but to the entire ship. In light of that... *pauses a beat* What do you think I should do to correct this problem?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*


Sharpp:I... I d-don't know, sir. Whatever is n-necessary. I am b-beginning to s-s-see that, that nothing w-w-will correct this problem. I am the d-d-defective part of this scenario, and I do n-n-n-not know if I can be r-r-repaired. If not, th-th-the only logical thing to do, is t-t-to discontinue me.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: *lightly* You're starting to sound like Doctor Lennox... *pauses* But I'm not going to 'discontinue' you. Not today. Here's what I am going to do: you will continue to serve on this ship, under a few conditions. You've proven yourself too valuabe a crewmember to loose, Milo... Understand that.

First thing, I suggest you begin to take better care of yourself. That means eating regularly and getting proper rest. I will also suggest to Medical and Ten-Forward to limit your alcohol consumption to synthol. That will take that variable away, so no more drunken fights...

Secondly, you will submit to regular counsling sessions. It's noted in your file that you have issues with telepaths and Medical personnel in general, but I'm sure they can work around that.

If you make a significant improvement within... Let's say three weeks, then I'll remove the synthol restriction.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*


Sharpp almost wants to laugh at this statement. But she was apparently correct, he was still there, eight years later. He tries to focus on Patton's eyes, mouth, and hands as she speaks. He sees large insects crawling up the walls. Black beetles with a purple-blue almost phosphorescent sheen. For a moment he thinks they're real, until he sees one crawl into the captains mouth without her noticing. He shakes his head in hopes that it will help, but it doesn't. So he decides to ignore it until they go away.

Sharpp: Yes s-sir... I understand.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: Good. Now, Lieutenant... We still have the 'Lenore' issue to discuss. Could you give me any details concerning that?

*Katian's Quarters*

Kati reamerges after a quick sonic shower and change of clothes. Now she is wearing a teal dress and Bajoran pendant with a small white flower behind her left ear. She smiles and takes one of the cups of mocha.

Katian: Thanks, Lennox... *sips mocha, smiles coyly* That goes for last night as well... I don't think I've been happier than now...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*

Milo wonders if she had been told about the mindwipe he underwent. He couldn't tell her any more that what she already knew, he can't even remember what galaxy he had been in for those three days. The insects have vanished from the walls and sort of morphed into a pinkish, phlegmy smoke, moving through the air and snaking about the floor.

Sharpp: Well.. n-n-no sir, I c-can't r-remember any of it.


*Katians Quarters*

Lennox sips the almost putridly sweet fluid in the cup and smiles at Katian.

Lennox: I have never been so happy in my life Kati, and to hear you say that amplifies that emotional response expidentially.

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: A result of the mind wipe, no doubt. That's all right, I have the report you gave Mister Riddle. I just wanted to know if there was anything you could add... Now if that is all, you're dismissed. And Milo... Keep in mind that this is the last break I'll be giving you, so make good on it...

*Katian's Quarters*

Capt. Patton: *over comm* Attention. All Senior crew and department heads, please report to the Observation Lounge for a staff meeting.

Katian: Looks like you're up, sweetie. *smiles* Break a leg...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*


Sharpp: Aye s-sir... th-thank you.

Sharpp stands and walks out of the room, feeling quite guilty, for what specifically, he is unaware. He decides to go to the science lab. Luckily, those damned pink clouds have quit following him for now. He has had hallucinations on and off for years. They have never been too serious, and occur sparatically, usually when under stress. He has always been to differeniate them for reality. Still, they can be distracting at times.

*Katian's Quarters*

Lennox pulls his tunic on over his teal undershirt, followed by his standard issue starfleet boots. He stops in his path to the door and grins at Kati.

Lennox: That seems improbable. My bones are composed of a lightweight, bioplastic polyalloy. But thank you for the sentiment, and for a wonderful night. I love you Katian.

[MooreSpino]

*Katian's Quarters*

Katian: *laughs* I love you, too, Lennox... I'll see you sometime later...

After her fiance's departure, Katian finishes her Vulcan mocha with a light breakfast before deciding to get to work in Ten-Forward.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Lennox and Riddle stand near the entrance to the observation lounge and talk while the senior staff slowly file into the room. The Vulcan looks normal, aside from the fact that he seems to have forgotten to comb his hair.

Lennox: Is that a new hairstyle?
Riddle: No... this is how I always wear my... oh, I must have forgotten. Well, I just hope no one notices.
Lennox: I think it suits you.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Patton strides in a few minutes after the announcement with a few PADDs and the mug of tea. She silently thanked whoever invented travel mugs that had built-in warmers...

Capt. Patton: *walking by, nodding* Alex... Doctor Lennox... I trust you both are having a good morning... *sets down PADDs* At least better than mine, anyway...

[Mikoyo80]

*Ten-Forward*

Raian finished his shower and after triple checking that he had indeed put on his own uniform, he decided to check out the crew lounge aboard this vessel. There was still enough of ensign Raneri left in him to grow bored rather easily, especially when on his own, and he wouldn't be due on duty for a while yet. He couldn't help but hear about the senior staff meeting and supposed that his superior officers would be a while anyway. As he wandered in he noticed that a few off-duty crew members had gathered so at least the room wasn't empty but it seemed that they were ready to leave soon for their various assignments. He sighed before approaching the replicator and finally decided on a black coffee. It was only afterward that he realised that he had originally hated the stuff in any form but it was a rather well known favourite of Zan. He pictured the actual symbiote sat somewhere with its face in a cup but then decided to clear the, quite frankly, silly image from his mind.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Kati was serving a late dish of banana pancakes to an ensign when she noticed a new face staring into a mug of coffee.

Katian: *walking over to Zan's table, smiling* Can I get you something to go with that coffee?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Lennox and Riddle glance at eachother and shrug.

Lennox: Most likely, captain.
Riddle May I ask what went so wrong since we departed?

*Ten Forward*

Kezi is on her lunch break when she spots the new Trill ensign sitting by himself. She decides to go introduce herself.

Kezi:*to Zan* Hello, I'm Ensign Kezi, the chief forensic scientist. May I join you?

[spiderviveka_SC]

OOC: Im going to be gone for a while. Might be back sooner, might be back later.

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* Last post before work, will hopefully be back tonight. See you all later.
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*Ten-Forward*

Raian looked up and smiled at the El-Aurian who had broken him from his thoughts. He had noticed the pancakes she had just served and heard his stomach rumble a little as he remembered he hadn't eaten in a while. He looked up from his coffee and smiled politely before replying.

Ensign Zan: Actually, those pancakes look good. Banana is it?

He then acknowledged the fellow ensign who had appraoched by gesturing towards the empty seat at his table. He decided that he could use the company anyway and it would be a good opportunity to start mingling with his new colleagues.

Ensign Zan: By all means. It's nice to meet you Kezi, I'm, uh, Ensign Zan. Don't mind me, I keep forgetting who I am but thats a long story, heh heh. So chief forensic scientist? That sounds interesting, is it?

[motom79]

(((OOC: Well then, good night to the both of you.)))

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: B-brainwave patterns... Huh... You k-know... It could be a r-remote telekinetic r-router. An e-experimental device used t-to monitor computer o-output. T-they... Theoretically, o-of course... Could be programmed to c-control the computer itself. Scientists on V-vulcan have been conducting re-research, but s-so far it's b-been deemed too d-dangerous... If t-the Romulans h-have gotten a hold of t-the design, they c-could have created their own...

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: *shakes head* Belgian chocolate, Romulan Ale... I think I'm in love... You wouldn't happen to play voleyball, would you?

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: Good point Lieutenant but I doubt that's where our Romulan friends got the idea. They have been known to pull such stunts before, remember the drone ships in the late 21 hundreds. Although they may have used the Vulcan research to perfect it.

At that moment the Captain orders a senior staff meeting.

Lt. Woods: Sorry people my attention is needed elsewhere, Lt. Barclay you are in charge of engineering and the investegation.

*sh'Raazh's quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Volleyball? No but you can teach me to play anytime. *Patton's orders come in* Damn better get ready Richie for our first staff meeting

[davoxx]

Hope I can join>>>

Name and Rank: Ensign Maris Kane
Age: 21
Species/Homeworld: Human, Earth
Position: Nurse
A brief sentence or two describing your personality: The daughter of Captain Lyle Kane, she opted for a career in medicine rather than command. Very playful and quirky. She doesn't take life very seriously and lives every moment to the full.
Although she does have a secret, a mystery not even she understands...

[motom79]

((ooc: welcome to the USS Maverick))

*Sickbay*

Lt. jg. Caeli enters sickbay sporting a severe burn on his hand and a harassed look on his face.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Can I get a nurse, please. Hello, man in dire need of medical attention.

Lt. jg. Caeli always was a bit of drama queen and a hypochondriac not unlike most Bolians.

[davoxx]

*Sick Bay*

Ensign Maris Kane quickly rushes to Lt. jg Caeli, taking great care in his hand badly burnt hand.

Ensign Kane: So, how'd you manage this? Quite a nasty burn...

[motom79]

*Sickbay*

Lt. jg. Caeli:I euh, hmm burnt it on my Bolian Tomato soup. *hoping his lie would be convincing enough*

The truth was a little embarrassing, he had burnt it during the short smoke incident, on hot plate in the kitchen while sneaking out food.

[davoxx]

*Sickbay*

Ensign Kane looks closer at the hand, not convinced that Bolian soup is the culprit.

Ensign Kane: (over-reacting,) Not Bolian Tomato Soup!! we're going to have to get the specialists ... but that could be too long... we dont have much time ... how long ago did you spill the soup??

[motom79]

*Sickbay*

Lt. jg. Caeli: Ok, it was a lie. I burnt it while stealing food happy now. Must have happened a half hour ago.

Lt. jg. Caeli looked like a kind with his hand got in the cookie jar. He tries hard not to look to guilty. The first time he does something out of order and he gets got right away. This must be a sign.

[davoxx]

*Sickbay*

Ensign Kane smiles, using a medical tricorder to heal the burn. She's new on the ship and wants to make friends.

Ensign kane: You're secret is safe with me, under one condition - you take me for a drink in ten forward later. Or maybe some Bolian Tomato soup?

Kane then flashes her winning smile at him

[motom79]

*Sickbay*

Lt. jg. Caeli is relived that the nurse isn't going to report his little stunt. He gives her a smile and in typical Bolian fashion accepts her invitation.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Sure, a drink and some Bolian tomato soup sound great. I'm Lieutenant Caeli but call me Korvin. I'm a junior strategic officer. Ah that feels much better thanks *rambling fast*

[davoxx]

*Sickbay*

Ensign Kane: Thank you Korvin. I'm Maris Kane, my friends call me Kaney, and given that before now I had no friends on this ship, you've just become my only friend. *slightly embarassed* Sorry, what I'm trying to say is you can call me Kaney, or if you want just call me Maris. Or better still ignore me completely.

She laughs at this, Ensign Kane is very straightforward and a little bubbly and zaney.

[motom79]

Lt. jg. Caeli: I'd love to be your friend Kaney, so when does your shift stops. Ten Forward is a calling.

[davoxx]

*Sickbay*

Ensign Kane: Well, Korvin, you'll be happy to know that my shift finishes ... (to computer) Computer what time is it?

Computer: 1455 hours.

Ensign Kane: ... In five minutes. Why don't I meet you there, say in about fifteen minutes?

[motom79]

*Sickbay*

Lt. jg. Caeli: I'll see you in fifteen minutes.

Caeli jumps form the biobed and walks towards Ten Forward to find some good seats. He's whistling a traditional Bolian tune while he's walking.

[spiderviveka_SC]

OOC: Welcome to the Maverick, davoxx and Mikoyo!

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Lennox and Riddle glance at each other and shrug.

Lennox: Most likely, captain.
Riddle: May I ask what went so wrong since we departed?

*Ten-Forward*

Raian looked up and smiled at the El-Aurian who had broken him from his thoughts. He had noticed the pancakes she had just served and heard his stomach rumble a little as he remembered he hadn't eaten in a while. He looked up from his coffee and smiled politely before replying.

Ensign Zan: Actually, those pancakes look good. Banana is it?

*Engineering*

Lt. Woods: Good point Lieutenant but I doubt that's where our Romulan friends got the idea. They have been known to pull such stunts before, remember the drone ships in the late 21 hundreds. Although they may have used the Vulcan research to perfect it.

At that moment the Captain orders a senior staff meeting.

Lt. Woods: Sorry people my attention is needed elsewhere, Lt. Barclay you are in charge of engineering and the investegation.

*sh'Raazh's Quarters*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Volleyball? No but you can teach me to play anytime. *Patton's orders come in* Damn better get ready Richie for our first staff meeting.

*Observation Lounge*

Patton sighs and takes her seat at the head of the table.

Capt. Patton: Mister Sharpp. Apparently last night he became intoxicated and picked another fight... He's uninjured and the Lieutenant he hit isn't pressing charges, but I ordered him to start having counseling sessions all the same. For such a brilliant scientist, he causes a lot of unwanted trouble...

*Ten-Forward*

Katian: Yes. *smiles* Another order of banana pancakes, coming up. *to Kezi* Can I get you anything, Miss?

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Y-yes, Sir... *clears throat* All right... Let's r-remove the device a-and get it t-to a Science L-lab...

Reg takes an isolinear spanner and begins to sever the conncetions to the wap core's computer...

*shRaazh's Quarters*

Lt. Kimble: Figures... *pulls on uniform tunic* But at least we'll have those strawberries and chocolate waiting on us. *walks to the door and opens it* After you, Imzadi...

[motom79]

*Corridor en route observation lounge*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Something pleasant to look forward to when we get back, so what do you think the meeting will be about?

*Engineering*

Ensign Zen carefully takes the disconnected device and places it in a stasis field. He looks uneasy but determined to do his job properly. PO Mika is scanning the device with her tricorder.

PO Mika: Sir, look at these readings. Whatever it is it's still transmitting something. How do you want to proceed *anxious tone*

[MooreSpino]

*Engineering*

Barclay carefully takes the tricorder and examins the results.

Lt. Barclay: It m-might be a distress signal, letting whoever installed it t-that we have d-disconected it. L-let's get in in a d-dampening field. That s-should block any signal it's g-giving off. *begins to reconfigure the containment unit* T-there. Now it s-should be safe.

*Corridor en route Observation Lounge*

Lt. Kimble: Our wonderful luck so far on this cruise through the stars. *shakes head* Terriosts, strange devices, spies... It's like a old twenieth century movie I used to watch... *steps in turbolift with Tara* Don't suppose you're familar with James Bond...?

[Mikoyo80]

*Ten-Forward*

Raian nodded gratefully before turning his attention back to Ensign Kezi. He noticed that she was a Vorta, a race that he had never met before and probably wouldn't even be able to name without prompting from Zan. He sat and took another sip from his coffee while patiently awaiting a reply.

[motom79]

*Engineering*

PO Mika is rather doubtful about Lt. Barclay's assessment, she gives ensign Zen a worried look. The ensign is looking at what Barclay is doing, for such a painfully social awkward man, he sure was a brilliant engineer.

PO Mika: Sir, if you don't mind I would like to study those readings in greater detail, to rule out any other possibility.
Ensign Zen: I second that Sir. We have had rotten luck with Reman-Cardassian devices.

*Corridor en route Observation Lounge*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh gives Richie a surprissed look, she clearly never heard of this James Bond. sh'Raazh never really cared for the ancient art form of film. She got her kicks in the holodeck.

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: I never studied ancient earth art like films, Richie. I'm afraid you're going to have to educate me in that department. But your probably right, maybe we've been recalled. I mean our maiden voyage looks like a voyage of the dammed.

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli walks to the bar to order a steaming cup of tomato soup. He accidentally bumps against ensign Raian.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Excuse me ensign, I didn't mean to interrupt.

[MooreSpino]

*Turbolift*

Lt. Kimble: *to computer* Deck Two. *to Tara* Bond was a secret agent. A spy. He used gadets and other technology that would've been considered advanced to fight wanna-be terroists and world conquors. And he always got the girl...

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Oh... O-of course... That would b-be beneficial... C-can you complete that in the L-lab?

[motom79]

*Turbo lift*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Ah I see, a childhood hero. So you learned your suave ways from that James Bond character?

*Engineering*

PO Mika: Yessir, Lieutenant.

[Mikoyo80]

I'm off to bed, nighty night!
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*Ten-Forward*

The young Trill was a little surprised as he had not seen the Bolian approach due to being sat down conversing with his fellow ensign. He wondered how he had even been able to come near enough to knock into him but this didn't bother him. Besides, it wasn't as though he hadn't done it himself with the Vulcan crewman he had encountered earlier. He stood up and smiled.

Ensign Zan: Don't worry about it, in fact why don't you join us? You don't mind right Kezi? I'm Raian Zan, it's nice to meet you. You are?

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli: Don't mind if I do. I'm lieutenant Korvin Caeli. But please feel free to call me Korvin. Did you say that your last name is Zan, that's weird my grandmother served with a Trill diplomat in the Federation diplomatic core, her name was also Zan. Did you have family serving in the Diplomatic core.

Lt. jg. Caeli stops himself, he had noticed that people found his tendency to babble a little off putting. He takes a seat, hoping that Kaney wouldn't mind the extra company.

((ooc: goodnight))

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Kait nods to the Bolian lieutenant.

Katian: One bowl of tomato soup for the Lieutenant...

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: G-good...

A pair of Security officers approach the group next to the warp core.

Lt. Taila: *standing at attention* Lieutenant Taila and Lieutenant Junior Grade Escher reporting, Sirrr.

Lt. Barclay: Yes... W-we've found another s-suspicious d-device. Could y-you escort it to the Science L-lab? Uh... J-just in case...

The Catian flicks her ears and tail nervously as she eyes the containment unit.

Lt. Taila: What kind of device? *low growl*

Lt. Barclay: W-well... We're n-not entirely s-sure yet.

Lt. Taila: Very well, Lieutenant.

Lt. Barclay: Of c-course... Officer Mika, you g-go and perform t-the research into those s-signals. Report b-back to me if you f-find anything, please.

*Turbolift*

Lt. Kimble: Perhaps...

Richie moves closer to Tara and leans in to gently kiss her on the lips.

Lt. Kimble: *grins* You'd be surprised what ancient history can teach you...

[motom79]

*Turbo lift*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: I'll bet you'll teach me well *kisses back*
Lt. Woods: ahem, sorry to interrupt. But I belief the captain is expecting us.

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh and Lt. Kimble were so got up in themselves they hadn't noticed that the Turbo Lift had reached it's destination. Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh gives Lt. Woods a deadly glare which the chief engineer seemed to ignore. He just walked in front of them acting like nothing had happened. Well at least he's discrete. Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh gives Richie a playful pinch and smiles, a few days ago she would have probably started a fight. But a lot has changed and she just doesn't care anymore, she loved this man so there was no need to hide it anymore.

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh: Let's be a little more careful next time, we're senior staff so we need to set the example *gives him a playful wink*

((ooc: the computer is acting up again damn it))

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Just before they walked in the door, Richie leaned in towards Tara's ear.

Lt. Kimble: *whispers* Don't worry, Imzadi. I'll be on my best behavior... For now... *louder* Madam Captain! I believe you called...?

Capt. Patton: *frowns* Yes, Lieutenant. I did. Please take your seats. We're still waiting on a few stragglers....

[motom79]

*Engineering*

PO Mika: Yessir.

PO Mika hurries to the science lab looking for Ensign Tahlandi. She know he and doctor Nasseren had studied the other telepathic device. At first she doesn't see him but eventually she spots him working at a counsel.

PO Mika: Excuse me Sir, but I need your assistance.
Ensign Tahlandi: How can I help you Petty Officer?
PO Mika: We found another telepathic device and I would like your opinion on these readings
Ensign Tahlandi: *worried* Another one, by the Prophets how many of those things have been planted on the Maverick? *takes the PADD and looks it over* Well I'm afraid it's the same brainwave patron we found as in the previous device. I'll double check it, just to be sure. *downloads the PADD into the main computer.*
PO Mika: Do we have any idea who is controlling these devices.
Ensign Tahlandi: It's a mystery, we have no idea to which species this patron belongs. *the computer confirms Tahlandi's analysis*

Ensign Tahlandi: Well it seems our friends have planted another of their devices, where did you find this?
PO Mika: Near the warp core, Sir *taps combadge* Lt. Barclay, the device we found is similar to the one found earlier in the navigational systems.

Tahlandi wonders what's going on and if his grandmother is behind this. He feels a surge of hatred swelling against that evil b*tch.

*Observation Lounge*

Lt. cmdr. sh'Raazh doesn't answer and takes her seat quietly, trying hard not the smile at his playfulness and gutsiness.

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: Yeah. Computers can be so tempremental sometimes... Well all the time, really.)))

*Engineering*

Lt. Barclay: Okay... T-thank you, Officer. I'll b-be there shortly to r-read the report. *to Zen* E-ensign, continue to recalibrate t-the warp c-core while I'm g-gone. Call me if there a-are any other p-problems. *heads out*

[motom79]

*Engineering*

Ensign Zen: *to Barclay* Yessir *to crewman Gore* Gore make yourself useful and help me. Instead of lurking about.

*Science Lab*

Tahlandi is buzzy with complicated statistical analysis, he hopes that the statistical model he's constructing will help them to a better understanding of the telepathic nature possessed by these devices. PO Mika is helping him, a little surprised that a psychologist is so adapt at statistics.

PO Mika: Whoa, you really know this stuff.
Ensign Tahlandi: Must psychologist do, it's a misconception that psychology is a soft science, it's actually very mathematical. The distinction between exact sciences and human sciences is artificial, you know.

Before PO Mika has time to respond a very anxious Lt. Barclay enters the room.

[davoxx]

*Ten Forward*

Ensign Kane walks into ten forward out of uniform wearing a blue dress, brown hair bouncing below her shoulders an eager smile upon her face. She's out to impress on her first outing in ten forward. she's hoping Korvin will still be here, it sure wouldn't be too good to sit on her own.

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli spots ensign Kane looking smashing, he waves at her and motions to come and sit with him and ensign Ketzi and ensign Zan.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Ensign Kane, this is ensign Ketzi and ensign Zan. We were just chatting come join us.

((ooc: I'm sorry but I have to leave you all, it's getting late on my end so goodnight))

[davoxx]

*Ten Forward*


Ensign Kane spots them and walks over...

[B]Ensign kane:Hey Ensigns. For a second there I thought i was gonna be all on my lonesome. So you still new on the ship or is that just me?

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Reg takes a few deep, calming breaths to gather his thoughts. Not even a full day and he's getting a front row seat at the action.

Lt. Barclay: *nods quickly* O-officer Mika. Could y-you give me a brief overview of t-the first one. I haven't had t-the chance to look over the r-report, yet...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi smiles and folds her hands in her lap.

Kezi: So... its a pleasure to meet both of you. What do you do aboard the Maverick?

*Observation Lounge*

Riddle: Why am I not surprised? I guess he really gives new meaning to the term "mad scientist".
Lennox: Yes, well... Actually, I have no response to that. Never mind.

[spiderviveka_SC]

OOC: Istas has given me permission to make Ltcmdr. Shashar an NPC due to the fact that she is currently unable to visit this RP frequently. So, we will always have access to the chief tactical officer when needed.

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Reg takes a few deep, calming breaths to gather his thoughts. Not even a full day and he's getting a front row seat at the action.

Lt. Barclay: *nods quickly* O-officer Mika. Could y-you give me a brief overview of t-the first one. I haven't had t-the chance to look over the r-report, yet...


PO Mika: Yessir. The first one was discovered in the navigational array after an unauthorized course correction to a Romulan planet named Promethea. Investigation revealed that it was a telepathic device controlled by an unknown alien. Ensign Tahlandi and Doctor Nasseren are currently still studying the neurological data. We have an approximation of the brain on file in the holodeck.

[Mikoyo80]

*Ten-Forward*

Raian nodded in acknowledgement to Caeli and then pondered on how best to answer the lietenants question. There had indeed been a Zan who acted as a diplomat for the federation, and he specifically remembered having a Bolian friend, a very good one at that, and colleague during his second lifetime. He looked up and smiled as a fourth officer joined them and couldn't help but wonder how he had become so popular on his first day. It seemed the crew of the Maverik were very friendly indeed and he gestured toward the last empty seat at the small table.

Ensign Zan: Hi there, take a seat. I just got here myself and haven't even officially reported for duty yet, I'm a security officer to answer your question Kezi. Anyway lietenant, I gather you must mean Aeryn Zan right? You're Grandmother and I were very good friends, in fact I miss her terribly. Ah, perhaps I should explain that briefly, ever heard of the joining? I used to be known as ensign Raneri until I joined with a Symbiote named Zan. It just so happens that it was also joined to your grandmother's friend at one time and I have all of her memories. I'll spare you the details as I don't wanna bore anyone to tears on my first day but by any chance is this grandmother of yours still alive?''

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Like most Federation citizens Lt. jg. Caeli was well aware of the joined nature of some Trills. Never the less he never met one before today. He is a little flabbergasted by this revelation. His grandmother never mentioned that Aeryn Zan was a joined Trill.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Yes indeed my grandmother and Aeryn Zan served together on the diplomatic core. *enthusiastically* You are joined Trill, I never met one before today, how exciting. To answer your question, yes my grandmother is still alive. She is a Federation ambassador, currently she is overseeing the relations between the Federation and the Xindi. She will be glad to know, that I'm serving with her old friend Aeryn Zan, well sorta. She always said that Aeryn was one of the best diplomats to ever grace the Federation. You know this is all a little confusing, how do you keep your head from exploding, I mean having memories of others must be a little disconcerting.

((ooc: Lt. jg Caeli's grandmother's name is Halora Caeli))

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* Ok, meant to ask in my last post.
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*Ten-Forward*

Raian couldn't help but chuckle a little at the last question before replying.

Ensign Zan: You know what? Your guess is as good as mine! Just this morning I spent half an hour trying to apply my make up before remembering that I was actually a guy. Oh and If you think thats bad then imagine how weird it was when I woke up in sickbay on my last vessel and came face to face with my husband! Actually, thats why I was reassigned here after being sent on leave for 6 months. Renewing relationships of that nature is the biggest mistake you can make as a host and even though I don't usually wing that way, it still didn't seem like a good idea to be serving alongside him. It's funny how it changes you though, for one I, thats to say the me I was born as, hated coffee of any shape or form and now I'm drinking it black? Eugh! Anyway, theres nothing wrong with old friendships so maybe I'll send my best to Halora. Wow, we're talking about my second lifetime here, young Hallie must be a good age by now but I suppose Aeryn died quite young as did Yulia. Man, I just realised that all the previous hosts of Zan not only died young but as a result of accidents or murders. (Gulps)Heh heh.

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. tries his best to keep a straight face, apparently joined Trills can get a little gender confused. Well it figures, seeing that their host can be male or female. The last comment however had him was a little unsettling, hopefully this time the host has better luck. His grandmother had never really spoke about what happened with Zan. Although it was funny to hear this young man calling his very formidable grandmother Hallie.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Whoa sounds intense man, well my grandmother just turned 86 last month.

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* Got to go now. Should be on later tonight, or at least in my time.
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*Ten-Forward*

Raian nodded before realising that the female ensigns had been unable to get a word in edgeways. He decided that perhaps he should acknowledge them and drop the current topic for now.

Ensign Zan: It's been a little hard to adjust I must admit but never mind. I think I'll send a transmission to her later but for now, perhaps I'll stop waffling and let the ladies get a word in edgeways.

[motom79]

((ooc: see you tonight, actually the time difference is only a hour seeing I'm on the other side of the North Sea))

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli notices that he and Zan have been chatting away and that their female companions didn't have the change to butt in their conversation. He gives an apologetic nod towards ensign Kane and Ketzi and takes a sip of his Bolian Tomato soup.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi: So... Mr. Caeli, ummm... nice weather we're having today?

*Observation Lounge*

The illusive Lt. Cmdr. Shashar ducks into the observation lounge and takes a seat, nodding to the captain, chief medical, and chief science officers on his way.

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli gives ensign Ketzi a puzzled look unsure she being serious or is just pulling his leg.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Hm, well seeing we are on climate controlled star ship the weather is always fine *said in a light and pleasant tone*

[spiderviveka_SC]

Name and Rank: Ltjg. Tameka Holly
Age: 25
Species/Homeworld: human, earth
Position: Junior Counselor
A brief sentence or two describing your personality: Tameka and her wife, Rose are both posted aboard the S.S. Maverick. She is known for being very genorous, slightly eccentric, and somewhat neurotic. Still, she is a very loving and caring person who feels that counseling is her calling.

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*NPC*

Name: Rose Holly
Race/Homeworld: romulan/bajoran, raised on earth by humans.
Age: 22
Rank: civilian
Position: ships barber/beautician
Brief Character Description: Rose is a classic free spirited artist. Asside from her hair styling career, she is also an accomplished artist and muscian. She is known for being a party animal and being friends with everyone.

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Rose and Tameka together.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi: Well, I wish it would snow. If given the opportunity, I would certainly adjust the environmental controls so it would... It snows so much on Vortika Prime during the winter, during the occupation, we would make elaborate tunnels under the feet and feet of snow and hide there. Because of the tetracyn compounds in the ice crystals, it was nearly impossible to pick up our bio-signs... of course I loved the snowball fights too.

[motom79]

((ooc: how cute, so Tahlandi isn't the only gay in the village anymore LOL))

[spiderviveka_SC]

OOC: We're here, we're queer, get used to it!

[spiderviveka_SC]

*NPC*

Name: K'ash
Race/Homeworld: Klingon, Q'ounos
Age: 31
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Navigation

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[spiderviveka_SC]

*NPC*

Name: Johnny Chase
Race/Homeworld: human, Venus
Age: 26
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Command


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[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. Caeli was aware of the past political situation on Vortika Prime. Of course the Federation only learned about Vortika Prime after the War. He is unsure how to respond to her longing.

Lt. jg Caeli: Well, maybe you should request an assignment on Andor, it's a giant ice planet. But the holodecks can be a good substitute, maybe we should arrange a snowball competition for the junior officers. To get to know each other.

((ooc: in Belgium it's legal for same sex couples to marry))

[spiderviveka_SC]

*NPC*

Name: Shrall
Race/Homeworld: Andorian, Vulcan
Age: 23
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Security Officer


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[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi rubs her hands together gleefully like some evil scientist who just perfected her zombie serum and cackles manically.

Kezi: Thats a great idea! Why didn't I think of that! You are invited to be on my team of course....

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli grins and turns towards ensign Zan and Kane.

Lt. jg. Caeli: so what do you think about a snowball competition to tighten friendships on the Maverick. *turns to Ketzi* I'd love to be on your team.

[MooreSpino]

*Ten-Forward*

Kati comes by a few minutes later with everyone's orders.

Katian: *overhearing* A snowball fight? Sounds... Cold...

*Science Lab*

Reg nods at the new information.

Lt. Barclay: And E-ensign Tahlandi believes this d-device is used by t-the same alien...?

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: *nods* Lieutenant Shashar... That only leaves Commander Bijaj and Counselor D'ar...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi: Hee! Then its a date! Are you two game? *to Katian* civilian staff is welcome too, of course.

*Counselors Office*

Milo Sharpp sits across the table from counselor Holly who is wearing a rather synthetic smile as she checks off questions on the PADD in front of her.

Holly: Any history of brain tumors?
Sharpp: No.
Holly: Mental illness in your immediate family?
Sharpp: No.
Holly: Any hallucinations or suicidal thoughts?
Sharpp: No.
Holly: Exposure to neuroactive agents?
Sharpp: No.
Holly: Mr. Sharpp, lying is only going to make things worse.
Sharpp: Y-y-you have all th-the answers on r-record... n-n-nothings ch-changed, so I f-fail to see the logic b-behind all these questions.
Holly: Alright... well I guess we can skip these questions for now. So lets start with why you're here. I understand you have an alcohol addiction.
Sharpp: I w-wouldn't say th-that.
Holly: Have you been depressed lately, Milo? Suicidal? Harming yourself?
Sharpp: W-w-well at l-least you're bl-blunt.... Most c-c-counselors ask a m-million leading questions.
Holly: Milo... you're diverting the topic. I see we have a lot of work to do here.

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Tahlandi: Yes sir I do, look at this alpha golfs there highly unusually and we found them in this device and the previous one. The only thing we can say with any certainty that it belongs to a Vulcanoid but not any we met before. I'm running it through every neurological database I can think of but so far nothing.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: Huh... Neurology i-isn't my area... But p-perhaps I... I mean w-we can figure out the m-mechanics and work f-from there... Officer, run a L-level Ten analysis on t-the device. Maybe that will s-show us something...

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

PO Mika: Yessir.

PO Mika begins the diagnostic on the LCARS appear several components known to be used by Remans, Cardassians and even some that were used bu the Dominion. Tahlandi notices something strange, he's now engineer but he doubts the engineers would notices this one, the device contains the residue of Neuro peptides.

Ensign Tahlandi: Sir, I think I found something, you see this *points at the LCARS* that's a powerful neuro peptide, mostly used to overstimulate the Vulcan emotional control centers in the brain. It's illegal, but Romulans have been known to use it as a torture device. This could be significant.

Ensign Tahlandi isn't sure what this means for now, but is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Barclay examins the findings on the LCARS screen.

Lt. Barclay: Hm... C-could it be possible t-that the Romulans are using it t-to force Vulcans... Or at l-least part-Vulcans... T-to control the devices f-for them?

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: Well I wouldn't put it past them. We are talking about an alliance between them and the Cardassians. And as we all know Cardassians have show time and again that they are willing to go to extremes to get their way.

((ooc: Ensign Tahlandi has still some unresolved feelings about his Cardassian roots))

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Corridor*

Sharpp counts his steps on his way to the lab. He needs to stop adbruptly walking out of counselors offices, it is not good when trying to prove ones mental stability. Still, he knows he will feel better once he gets to work, and hopefully the now increasing noise in his head would subside. Screaming obsecneties and arguing. It makes it difficult to concentrate, which is why he is counting to begin with. He doesn't enjoy his own conscience telling him he is a failure at every move. At least, and he is thankful, it doesn't tell him to hurt people. That would actually make him consider cooperating with the counselors.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: W-we should probably get a b-biologist to examine t-this...

Reg goes to another LCARS console and searches for available biologists. When the results come up, one name catches his attention...

Lt. Barclay: Oh... *taps combadge* L-lieutenant Barclay t-to Lieutenant S-sharpp. Could you come b-by the Science Lab? I h-have something I need you to l-look at...

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi nods in agreement at Lt. Barclay's assessment. He turns towards his workstation and begins pulling up files on the neuro peptide they discovered and it's effects on Vulcan neurology. Meanwhile PO Mika is making an extensive list of the components found. She wonders how in the world this device came to be, some of the technology used in this thing seemed incompatible and yet somehow it worked.

PO Mika: Sir, permission to run our findings throw the LCARS system. Maybe the computer can provides us with some clues.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Corridor*

Sharpp: On m-my way, sir.


*Science Lab*

A few minutes later, Sharpp walks through the door and scouts the room for Lt. Barclay, still feeling rather guilty about hitting him earlier.

Sharpp: Wh-what d-d-do you need, sir?

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: P-permission granted, Officer. *turns to Sharpp* M-mister Sharpp. We've f-found another s-strange device i-in the warp core c-computer. Ensign Tahlandi f-found traces of n-neural peptides... T-the kind used t-to illegalily overstimulate Vulcan emotional c-control... C-could you examine it and give us y-your opinon, please?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Sharpp: Aye.

Sharpp takes a moment to analyze the collected data, looking quite serious. After shaking his head and sighing a lot, he turns back to Barclay with a very stern expression.

Sharpp: Its w-w-worse than I th-thought. This is cy-cy-cyclotrode. It is d-d-designed to cause mass hysteria, n-n-neuroleptic shock and... tu-tu-turns its v-v-victims into rose colored m-m-monst-st-strosities. Oryctolagus cuniculus, foaming at the m-m-mouth and vomiting gr-green sputum. The h-h-horror... th-the horror....

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Reg pales at Sharpp's findings. The whole ship could be endangered!

Lt. Barclay: Cy-cy-cyclotr-tr-trode? *gulps* Is... Is i-it co-contagious...?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Sharpp looks at his three crewmates with complete sincerity.

Sharpp: Yes s-si- *snickers* Yes... AHAHAHAH! *laughs uncontrollably*

It takes him a moment to regain his composure but when he does, he has a huge grin on his face.

Sharpp: S-s-sorry sir... I w-was kidding about t-th-that last part. My actual hy-hy-hypothesis is th-th-that the device is used to r-r-remotely control the emotions of v-v-vulcanoids. It seems to w-w-work through the bioneural circuitry of th-the sh-sh-ship... it also seems to have a component that would.... effect some of th-the thought control centers of th-th-the Binar brain, wh-which, as you know, possesses some r-r-rudimentary similarities to certain areas of th-th-the vulcan brain.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Barcaly on stares at Sharpp.

Lt. Barclay: Y-you... You w-were joking ab-bout t-the cy-cyclotrode...? *closes eyes, sighs heavily* Mister Sharpp... Don't d-do that... *pauses* H-how do you k-know about the B-bynars...?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Sharpp: I'm a b-b-biologist... its obvious th-th-that th-this device w-was devolped to tap in to th-their unique phsiology. Th-th-there are no other organisms qu-quite like th-th-them. B-b-but vulcans and Bynars sh-sh-share some s-similar neurological makeup.

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: *looks at his findings* And the neuro peptides would have a different effect on the Bynars than on Vulcanoids. It would put them in suggestible state, not unlike hypnoses. So Lieutenant Sharpp you think however is behind this wanted to brainwash Bynars

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Sharpp: Yes... th-though it is l-l-likely that th-th-they are also aware of th-the d-d-devices effects on V-v-vulcans. It is qu-quite p-p-possible that th-th-they in-in-intend on using it t-t-to kill two b-b-birds with one st-stone.

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: *bitterly* Kill being the imperative when it comes to Vulcans. So how do we proceed from here?

[MooreSpino]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi: Hee! Then its a date! Are you two game? *to Katian* civilian staff is welcome too, of course.

Katian: Hmm... I'll think about it. *smiles* It's been awhile since I've seen a good snow...

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: W-were these peptides f-found on the first d-device?

[Mikoyo80]

*Ten-Forward*

Raian smiled as he took another sip of his coffee and looked down at the pancakes he had been served and took a bite before answering.

Ensign Zan: A snowball fight? Sounds like fun, count me in. Well, after I finish my duties of course. Who knows. I may even get some sort of briefing on the situation up here. I'm not all that sure as to whats going on around here but I gather its quite serious. I'll tell you one thing though, I'd love to be a fly on the wall in that observation deck right about now! (To Katian) Loving the pancakes thanks.

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: No Sir, I would have reported right away. But the previous device was blasted with a phaser, it could be the traces were destroyed. As you can see the amount of peptides is very smal but enough to cause serious damage to a Vulcans brain.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ten Forward*

Kezi: Great! I look forward to it... Well, duty calls, I must get back to work. V'arr kurii!

Kezi quietly ducks out and heads back to the lab.


*Science Lab*

Sharpp: D-d-don't look at m-m-me... I'm a bi-bi-biologist, not a forensic scientist, or whatever w-w-we need right n-now....

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. Caeli: So Kaney how about you what do you think of a snowball fight. *turns towards Zan* Yes I'd also want to know what's being discussed, but that's the pain of being a junior member on a star ship. Your always last to know.

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: May I suggest a multidisciplinary team *for those unfamilair with the term it's scientific research team consisting out of practitioners from several different fields* I have extensive knowledge of neuropsychology and neurobiology, but lack in the engineering side. If we put together a team on this, the members should compliment each other.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: That sounds l-like a plan... C-could you reccomend a f-forensic scientist, E-ensign?

*Ten-Forward*

Katian: You're welcome, Ensign. *watches Kezi leave* So... Can I get anyone anything else?

*Observation Lounge*

A few moments later, Lieutenant Commander Bijaj joins the others and the meeting commences.

Capt. Patton: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I have recieved word from Headquarters that, once all repairs and supplie shipments are complete, we are to contine our patrol of the Romulan Neutral Zone. Right now, I'd like status reports from our department heads and anything else that needs to be brought to my attention. We'll start with ship's Security...

[davoxx]

*ten Forward*

Ensign Kane: Sounds great. We always used to snowball fight at my father's lodge back on Earth, of course when we weren't in deep space. So I guess I'll be winning then??

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli: I'm not sure it sounds like ensign Ketzi could give you a run for your money and lets not forget the Andorian crew members, snow is like second nature to them.

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi pulls up the personals files and sees the name of one Ensign Kezi the Vorta crew member he had met earlier.

Ensign Tahlandi: The only one is Ensign Kezi Sir

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*


Shashar clears his throat and looks around, trying to figure out where to begin.

Shashar: Well sir, another alien device has been discovered in the warp core computer, which is currently being investigated. We have no leads regarding the deaths of the Shittus, nor do we have any further information on the other alien devices. This truly is a ship of mystery, captain.

*Science Lab*

Just as Barclay utters the words "forensic scientist" Kezi walks through the doors of the lab, her ears tingling at the chance to perform some great and exciting duty.

Kezi: Forensic scientist? Why you're in luck! I happen to be the chief forensic scientist, the best damned forensic scientist aboard this ship! And...*meekly* the only one.

[davoxx]

*Ten Forward*

Ensign Kane:Okay, but i do love a little friendly competition. So Korvin? how long have you served on the Maverick?

Ensign Kane scans ten forward, she seems to be looking for someone inparticular.

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli finds this a rather odd question seeing they had left space dock not a week ago, but than again the nurse had an odd sense of humor.

Lt. jg. Caeli: since she left space dock, are you newly assigned from starbase 194. This last days have been rather chaotic.

[Mikoyo80]

*Ten-Forward*

Raian politely declined Katian's offer of anything else to eat and drink and then waved off Kezi. He nodded his head in agreement before answering the Bolian.

Ensign Zan: Yeah, tell me about it. I was a lt cmr in my last lifetime and boy do I miss it. Actually, the officer in question was a good friend of mine, albeit a lot older. I really miss her but anyway I digress. When we have this little event of ours, can I have the andorians on my team (joking)? (To Katian) You know, if you don't like the cold we can always turn it off but wheres the fun in that? I should be on duty now too but my PADD failed to tell me where my current station is. Maybe I'll patrol the deck or something but first I'm gonna finish my lunch.

[davoxx]

*Ten Forward*

Ensign Kane: Sorry, I should have realised, yeah i came onboard at the starbase. I was transferred ... I have to go now. Let me know about the snow thing?

Ensign Kane exits quickly into the ...

*Corridor*

Ensign Kane rushes along she's feeling queasy, and stumbles to the ground ... trying to regain her strength she clenches her fists as she falls to the ground...

Ensign Kane:No not here...

[MooreSpino]

*Corridor*

After Kane left so suddenly, Kati decides to go after her to see if there was something she could do.

Katian: Ensign? Is something wrong...? *sees Kane on the floor* Oh my gods! What happened?

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: Oh... W-well, then... Welcome to the investigation, E-ensign... C-could you examine the remains of t-the device found in t-the Navigation consloe? Ensign Tahlandi w-will show it to you...

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: *smirks* Indeed it is, Lieutenant. Thank you. Engineering, do you have anything to report on the new device?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Kezi slaps Barclay and Sharpp on the backs affectionately before leaving to inspect the device.

Kezi: My pleasure, sir!

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Reg sputters as Kezi hits him on the back.

Lt. Barclay: Oof! Uh... T-thank you...?

[motom79]

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli: Please call me Korvin, you missed the ship? How did you manage that? *laughing* Oh, yes I will ensign *to Kane*. I wonder what's wrong with her all of a sudden.

*Observation Lounge*

LT. Woods: Well it seemed to have a built in device mechanism, so we had to be very careful but Lt. Barclay is currently assigned to the project, I'll ask for an update *taps combadge* Lt Barclay could you please give us an update on the latest developments concerning the alien device.

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: this way, these are all my findings on the two alien devices.

[Mikoyo80]

*Corridor outside Ten-Forward*

Raian was stunned by Kane's sudden departure but shrugged it off and was about to engage in more conversation with Caeli when heard Katian. He nodded at the Bolian and dashed outside to see the young ensign on the floor with the el-aurian by her side. He too crouched down in an attempt to talk to her.

Ensign Zan: Ensign? We're gonna have to get you to sickbay, can you move?

[davoxx]

*Corridor*

Ensign Kane begins to sit back up again, she looks around confused and dazed...

Ensign Kane:I'm... please stay away from me, I should be alone just now.

Ensign kane gets up and tries to brush herself off.

Ensign Kane:Sorry...

[MooreSpino]

*Corridor*

Katian: Its fine... Are you sure you're okay? Maybe we should get you to Sickbay...

[motom79]

*Corridor*

Lt. jg. Caeli follows ensign Zan and sees the bartender crouching over ensign Kane. He's first instinct is to run to her side but the ensign doesn't seem to want their help.

Lt. jg. Caeli: Ensign Kane, are you ok. I don't know if that's a good idea, please report to sickbay or I'll make it an order.

Caeli doesn't really want to act like her superior officer but he's worried, he offers her his hand as a token of friendship and help.

[davoxx]

*Corridor*

Ensign Kane tries to laugh it off... She turns to Korvin, Katian and Zan with a meek smile, a shadow of her usual charming one.

Ensign Kane: That's not needed I'm fine, I just got a bit loopy that's all. I'm a nurse remember. I'd be the first to know if anything was wrong, right?

She crosses her arms, determined.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab

Lt. Barclay: *taps combadge* Y-yes, Sir. Well... Ensign Tahlandi h-has found neural p-peptides that effect both Vulcan and B-bynar minds. Specificaly in Bynars, it causes them t-to be vunerable t-to suggestion. We have a f-forensic scientist looking over t-the first device t-to see if it contains the same peptides...

[Mikoyo80]

*Corridor outside Ten-Forward*

Raian still appears worried but shrugs and turns to the others.

Ensign Zan: Well, who can argue with that logic? I'm not a doctor, nor have I ever been one but I think that maybe you should get it checked out when you get the chance. Even I know that what just happened isn't normal. (Quietly to Caeli) You know, women can be so stubborn. I should know, I have the memories of two.

[davoxx]

Ensign kane Thanks Ensign. *to Korvin*I really just need a lie down, it's been a tough day. If it makes you feel any better I promise to have a check-up when I report for duty next?

Ensign Kane gives him a soft smile.

[motom79]

*Corridors*

Lt. jg. Caeli: *whispers back* Especially human ones. *empathic* Yes that will be fine, promise me you will keep your word Kaney

*Observation lounge*

Lt. Woods: Thank you mister Barclay. Well I'm afraid the situation is even more serious than we thought, captain. As you heard the new device could have a negative effect on our Vulcan crew.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Riddle listens to the engineer's report.

Riddle: Well if that doesn't scream double agent, I don't know what does.

*Science Lab*

Kezi steps away from her portion of the lab again and re-joins Barclay and the others.

Kezi:*deeply concerned* Its a bit premature, but these peptides are somewhat consistent with the genetic materials of shape-shifters.

[davoxx]

*Corridor*

Ensign Kane:I always keep my promises. Thanks for your concern, I'm touched but it's not a big deal, we've got a lot more to be worried about at the moment than little old me.

Kane walks off...

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Patton spares a quick glance towards Riddle.

Capt. Patton: So it would seem... Mister Riddle, I want your best people to assist Mister Barclay. But if you insist on handling it yourself, I suggest you take caution with this peptide.

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: S-shape-shifters...? As i-in Dominon C-changlings...?

*Corridor*

Kati steps away from the two men and catches up with Kane.

Katian: *quietly* If you want, I can go with you to Sickbay... Its no trouble...

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: *skeptical* Are you sure, I never heard ...

Ensign Tahlandi stops himself, the Vorta had intimate knowledge about the Founders and truth be told little was known about the Founders scientifically.

Ensign Tahlandi: Sorry Ensign I didn't mean to interrupt, please continue.

Tahlandi wonders if the brainwave patron they found was the result of genetic engineering by the Dominion. They were experts when it came to manipulation of a species to do their bidding.

[davoxx]

*Corridor*

Ensign Kane stops and turns to Katian. She's reluctant to go to sickbay.

Ensign Kane:I'm fine Katian, thank you. I need to be alone now.

Ensign kane rushes along the corridor, eager to be on her own.

[MooreSpino]

*Corridor*

Katian: All right...

Kati watches Kane walk down the hallway, not helping the bad feeling it left her with...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Kezi grinds her teeth as she thinks about it, her forehead and nose scrunch together in rage, but she manages to keep her voice calm and steady.

Kezi: Yes, Mr. Barclay... the shapeshifters who raped the land of my planet and massacre my people, the genocidal dictators who... Sorry, yes, I am certain of it in fact.

*Observation Lounge*

Riddle: *nods* Understood, captain. We can add it to the list of things we need to figure out.

[Mikoyo80]

*Corridor outside Ten-Forward*

A simple nod and a smile acknowledged Korvin's reply. He watched as Katian followed Kaney and was rejected once again. It seemed that the ensign was acting rather strangely and expressing a strong desire for soltitude. He shrugged it off for now and decided that maybe she would be best left alone. He supposed he could have used an act of Aeryn diplomacy or aspects of Yulia's more forceful nature but he had vowed to only use his own skills unless requested or in an emergency. He scratched the back of his head as he looked back to Caeli and returned to the Ten-Forward.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Good. *to Lennox* Anything to report from Medical?

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: Uh... S-sorry to bring it up, E-ensign... I had to a-ask... *clears throat* T-that coinsides with t-the Dominon technology f-found...

[motom79]

*Science Lab*

Ensign Tahlandi: *lays his hand on Kezi's shoulder to comfort her* I'm so sorry that I doubted you Kezi, do you think they might have anything to do with the brainwave patrons we discovered? I mean they are know to use genetic engineering to reach their goals.

Tahlandi feels guilty about his skeptical jab before. He understands her anger, seeing he himself lived through a horrible occupation. Although their situations were somewhat dissimilar seeing the ones responsible for the Bajoran occupation were his own kind. He hopes Kezi doesn't hold his scientific skepticism against him

*Ten Forward*

Lt. jg. Caeli: I wonder what that was all about?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Lennox: Well, no sir, not really. Sickbay has been relatively uneventful. I performed autopsies on both of the Shittu's and we believe that Ophelia Shittu was poisoned. In light of recent news regarding the device found in the warp core computer, it seems quite likely that the device could have effected Lt. Shittu, inducing his suicide. But of course, I would have to have more information regarding it to make a difinitive conclusion.

*Science Lab*

Kezi: Its quite alright... Dominion technology? Well, yes that does coincide with it. And yes, the founders are fond of using genetic alteration to achieve their goals. If one of those things are on this ship I will not eat or sleep until it is found and dest- controlled.

[motom79]

((ooc: I'm of for tonight have fun))

*Science Lab*

PO Mika: I could adjust the sensors to do a sweep that forces any changeling aboard to reveal itself.

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: Night, motom!)))

*Science Lab*

Lt. Barclay: G-good idea, Officer. Inform Security t-to look for any changes f-from... Er... Any C-changlings...

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Thank you, Doctor. I'm sure Mister Riddle would be willing to share any findings. Does anyone else have anything to add...?

[Mikoyo80]

*OOC* I have to go too, cya.
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*Ten-Forward*

The ensign grimaced slightly as he finished his meal and drank the last of his coffee. The incident had been strange in deed but he merely shrugged again before standing up and stretching, a habit picked up from his first lifetime as an artist named Arik. He looked back over to Korvin and smiled

Ensign Zan: I wish I knew. I guess I'd better find another security officer and see if they know where I should be. Seems that either there's a malfunction on my PADD or someone just forgot they should be telling me where I'm stationed. I'll see you later anyway, maybe in the holodeck?

It of course didn't occur to him that he could ask the computer until he had left the room. He was just about to talk to the computer when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He peered around the corner but there was no sign of anything but what looked like a trolley-cart, possibly from the Ten-Forward. He knew he hadn't imagined it but had it been a normal member of the crew, he would have seen them as he rounded the last corner, even had they been running. As he passed the trolley, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong and made sure his phaser was set and ready should he need it. He glance around nervously before calling out into empty space.

Ensign Zan: Hello Is someone there?

[MooreSpino]

(((OOC: Bye, Mikoyo!)))

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation*

Riddle: *looks around* Not I, madame capitaine. If thats all...

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: *holds up a hand* Hold on. There is one more topic I'd like to discuss... Promotions. *smiles* As my Senior Staff, I'd like you to have senior ranks... We'll start with my First Officer. Lieutenant Commander Bijaj, I hearby promote you to the rank of Commander. Lieutenant Alex Riddle, you are hereby promoted to Lieutenant Commander. And finally Doctor Lennox, rank of Lieutenant, I hereby promote you to Lieutenant Commander, as well. Congratulations. *smiles, nods* Meeting dismissed...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

After promotions, the senior staff all begin to file out. Lennox and Riddle congratulate one another. Lennox and the last few lingerers finally head to their respective tasks. Everyone except for Riddle:

Riddle: This new pip feels strangely heavy... captain, may I speak with you? Regarding my sister?

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Its just one step closer to taking my job. *smiles softly* Of course you can, Alex... I'm ready to start working on getting the investigation underway.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Alex shifts his weight and tries to think of what specifically it is that he needs to talk about.

Riddle: I, I don't really know what to say. I'm just worried sick, anxious and I can sleep... *sighs* I can feel her presence. I really can, but I can't tell if its just my mind playing tricks on me, or if it is really real. Sorry, I know you aren't a counselor. But, if my senses aren't failing me, and Kline was correct about Anastasia being a Romulan concubine on a War Bird, put two and two together.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Wait... Are you saying that the reason you can sense Anastasia so strongly... Is that the Warbird she's on is nearby...? As in Federation space?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Riddle: Yes captain, thats what I was implying.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Patton takes a deep breath and sits forward in her chair.

Capt. Patton: Do you know where?

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Alex takes a seat next to the captain, wishing he could tell her what she wants to hear.

Riddle: Well... no, not exactly.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Does this link go both ways? If you could telepathically contact her, then...

Lt.Cmdr. Shashar: *over comm* Captain Patton, all personel have checked in and supplies have been restocked. We're ready to leave Starbase.

Capt. Patton: *taps combadge* Thank you, Lieutenant. We'll be there shortly... *to Riddle* Sorry, Alex... Let me get the ship underway and we can finish this in my Ready Room...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Observation Lounge*

Riddle: Aye, sir. I will be in the lab.

[MooreSpino]

*Observation Lounge*

Capt. Patton: Thank you, Alex...

*Bridge*

Patton strode out of the turbolift and to the center seat.

Capt. Patton: *sitting down* Have we been cleared for departure?

Lt.Cmdr. Shashar: Yes, sir. *checks panel* All systems check out, and Engineering reports that repairs to the warp core has been completed.

Capt. Patton: Thank you, Lieutenant. Miss sh'Raazh... Take us out.

*Starbase 194*

The docking clamps disengage with a hiss of hydralic smoke. Slowly, the Maverick makes its way back towards the Neutral Zone. Once it makes her way out of the 'Base's range, they take off at Warp Six into the starscape...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Riddle enters the lab to find everyone diligently at work, attempting to make sense of the recently discovered alien device.

Riddle:*to Barclay* Report, lieutenant.

*The Bridge*

Lt. T'lei stands at tactical as the captain gives the order to move out. Everything is quiet both on the ship and outside, but she is ever suspicious these days. Romulan spies, terrorists, and strange devices alike.

T'lei: All is clear on tactical, sir.

[MooreSpino]

*Science Lab*

Barclay looks up from his console to Riddle, grabbing a PADD as he walks over.

Lt. Barclay: W-well, Sir, we haven't found anything n-new since Lieutenant Woods asked f-for an update. *hands over PADD* H-here's a summary of what we-ve found s-so far... Oh, I was helping O-officer Mika recalibrate internal scanners to look for Changlings. The peptides a-are Dominon in o-origin. We t-think that once we scan t-the ship, any Changlings will revert t-to their true form...

*Bridge*

Capt. Patton: Thank you. *standing up* Inform me if that changes, I'll be in my Ready Room...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Science Lab*

Riddle: Excellent, lieutenant. Keep me abreast, I will be on the bridge.


*Bridge*

T'lei peers across the room suspiciously as LtCmdr. Riddle enters. There had been rumors of him being a Romulan and she wonders if they have any merit. Still, as he walks by her, she gives a cordial nod and tends to her station. Riddle walks to the door of the ready room and presses the buzzer. The captain calls him in and he takes a seat.

Riddle: Did everything with the departure go smoothly?

[MooreSpino]

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: As smooth as duranium hull plating...

She reaches under her desk and pulls out a bottle of blue liquid.

Capt. Patton: I believed you mentioned eariler you had a preference for Romulan Ale... *smiles* I thought it might make you feel better.

*Sickbay*

At noon, Kati made her way down to Sickbay for her last daily suppliment hypo. It was practically empty, but there was no sign of Lennox. Instead of just waiting for him to show up, she decided to explore a little...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*

A smile spreads across Alex's face, if only for a moment, as he takes a swig directly from the bottle.

Riddle: This stuff will even get a Vulcan toasted! So... I have decided to try to make contact with Anastasia. I do not know if it is possible, but if there is a War Bird around here we better hope it is.

*Sickbay*

Verrik sees Kati lurking around the medical bay, apparently uninjured and healthy.

Verrik: Do you need some help, Miss Katian?

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Katian: Oh, no. Sorry, I just didn't feel much sitting and waiting for Lennox...

A pink light catches her attention. She looks over and has to stop herself from giggling.

Katian: *smirking* Is there a reason those rats are glowing pink?

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: Then maybe you should hold off on the ale... I don't think getting drunk will help to establish a link. *serious* Alex, if Anastasia's Warbird is nearby, there could be difficulty freing her...

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Ready Room*

Riddle: You don't say... trust me, I know what fighters Romulans are... Ok, ok. So, should I try to make the psychic link before I get lit? Because after the past week, I think I deserve it.

*Sickbay*

Verrik *laughs* One of the physicists has a very unusual sense of humor... But I like them, they're pretty cute. Andorian, you know. We had a million of these buggers running around in the cupboards and storage compartments when I was a kid, even kept them as pets. Of course, they're weren't pink.

[MooreSpino]

*Sickbay*

Kati goes over to get a closer look. The Andorian rats were running around like noting was out of the ordinary.

Katian: *smiles* They are cute, pink or not. Do you think anyone would mind if I held one...?

*Ready Room*

Capt. Patton: Alex... I just want to make sure you know what you're doing... And you need to be in the clearest state of mind to do it.

[spiderviveka_SC]

*Sickbay*

Verrik: By all means *antennea twitch tentatively* We catch Lennox playing with them all the time and calling them by names. *grins*

*Ready Room*

Riddle: Whats the worst that could happen?

The vulcan leans forward and presses his eyes shut. He begins to focus all of his consciousness, all of his stregnth on forming a bond. The world around him drops away and he can faintly sense the desperate clawing of another mind, of Anastasia. He can hear her thoughts ever so faintly, fading in and out as he tries to send a message. He presses harder and harder still to get his message across. and after fifteen minutes he collapses backwards in a pile in his chair.