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10th Fleet Command => Old SIMMS => Administration Archive => 10th Fleet Administration => Katra Station => Topic started by: Solluk on July 27, 2021, 04:23:46 pm

Title: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on July 27, 2021, 04:23:46 pm
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Federation-Starfleet Affairs Office - Katra Station

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Jun Ji smiled as she put a new image on the screen.  "We were thinking of a series of four Nova class vessels.  We have the plans for them, and should be able to produce the series in short order."

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Solluk turned to look at the screen, doing his best to seem surprised by the proposal. 

"Well, the Nova class has a good reputation for scientific and surveying work, but its drive systems are somewhat underpowered, and its combat endurance is limited.  The Nova class was designed to defend itself if necessary, and has impressive armaments for its role, but it was not designed for duty in dangerous frontier environments.  Its limited speed also means it can not escape danger with suitable rapidity.  This is why the class was not often utilized as a scout during the Dominion War, despite its sensor capability."

He paused, then added, "I was thinking of the Defiant class."

Jun's smile wavered.  "It's important that, while we provide defense, we also continue to emphasize Starfleet's mission of peaceful exploration, don't you think?  The Defiant is a... controversial choice.  Its scientific research capabilities are almost nonexistent."

Solluk nodded, "I can appreciate that.  But it will be more controversial if the ships produced- and their crews- are lost during a combat scenario.  And I should point out that even with the most rudimentary of science facilities, the Defiant class has proven it can perform research in the field.  It was the primary explorer in this very quadrant for years."

Jun sighed.  "During a period when war loomed, and there were no other options.  Captain, when the Council authorized the necessary resources to expand the local fleet, I thought you'd be pleased.  There had been a decent chance that the Theseus class cruisers would be the last ships you'd receive for a long time.  But it now seems if you can't have things your way, you don't want them at all."

Solluk lifted a hand, palm outward, "Please do not mistake me, Miss Ji.  I am pleased that we are going to expand Starfleet resources.  It was an unexpected... Olive branch... from the interim government.  However, I do not want the additional assets to be useful only on paper.  I do not want them to serve as a gesture to placate frightened citizens who want to feel that we are conducting operations as we normally would.  I much prefer that these new ships will actually meet our needs in the field.  Those needs include potential combat scenarios."

Jun brought up a new display showing construction projections, "Well, the Nova can be constructed on the ground if necessary, using runabout and light freighter construction facilities which exist on New Bajor.  This means we can get them out in half the time of a Defiant-class build.  They would need no gravity sleds or launch assists to get into orbit after construction because they can take off on their own power.  A Defiant class ship would need to be constructed at the shipyard, which I'm sure you know has limited capacity due to its incomplete construction and the damage its modules sustained coming through the wormhole." 

Solluk nodded, "I appreciate those points.  Perhaps we can reach a compromise.  There was a more robust variant of the Nova constructed recently at the Luna yards in the Sol system.  It was intended for longer-range missions farther from support.  I believe Captain Kim was slated for command, last I heard."

Jun leaned back in her chair, "The Rhode Island Class?"  She considered this, "It's still a new design.  We might build them only to discover problems, or learn that performance is less than the design team suggested.  And it only has 80% of the research capacity of the Nova."

Solluk shrugged, "New, yes, but based on a trusted platform.  She has a more powerful warp core, a more robust hull, improved shields.  It would allow you the friendly appearance of a science ship- thus placating public opinion- while also providing me the combat capability I need for operations in potentially hostile territory."

Jun stood, picking up her PADD.  "I'll send the proposal to my superiors."  A broad smile returned to her features.  To Solluk's eye, there was little genuine about it. 

"I appreciate your consideration," he said, "Please let me know the result when you have it."  And then withdrew from the room.

 
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Operational Control Center - Katra Station

"You were right, as usual," Solluk announced to his XO as he stepped into the OCC.  "They wanted to build science ships.  I'm surprised they didn't propose Oberths."

Solluk had nearly gotten whiplash these past several weeks, between proposals for civil-rights-destroying security policies and demands that the local Starfleet presence avoid the appearance of being aggressive or antagonistic.  One representative had even proposed ending the Close Area Patrols of fighters in the Trialus system.

"Is there any news on the subspace signatures we detected approaching the station?"  He approached the room's center holotable display, preparing to bring up the long-range sensor returns.

Before he'd gone to his meeting, the Long Range sensors had picked up a massive amount of slow-moving warp signatures heading in the direction of the Trialus system.  He'd ordered a high-speed probe launch.  Now that the probe was well past the Oort cloud, he hoped they'd get some more intel on what was coming their way.



 



Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on July 29, 2021, 04:22:09 am
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<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>

Old - but strong - arms behind his back, one eye on the holoimager in the centre of the large chamber, the other on the viewscreen showing a beautiful visage of the planet below them, Commander John 'Century' Saxon looked for all the world as an ever vigilant watchful sentry, standing stoically at the gates.

His stance only moderately changed as the Captain returned from his briefing, only shoulders and head turning to greet his Commanding Officer. At Solluk's report of the outcome, the venerable veteran nodded with an expression on his weathered, craggy face that conveyed no triumph in his prediction. Indeed, his short, almost-scruffy (a privilege of the old) beard all-but rolled its metaphoric eyes in response. Saxon was a soldier of the past, striving to adapt to a bright future of peace, but whilst the 99-year old war-dog was always open to learning new tricks and new ways of thinking, events in this sector of space continued to prove to him that peace was for the young.

And sometimes for the naïve.

Such as it was with this new Interim (Emergency) Federation Council, who thought it more important to promote the idealistic principles of the Federation rather than focus on their survival while the Idran-Bajoran wormhole remained closed.

'Century' had no issues with exploration. To seek out new life and new civilizations; indeed, it was the very rousing call that had been on the top of the application form to Starfleet over 80 years ago. In some ways he lamented the more martial career path he had gone down, a master of warfare rather than a pioneer of discovery. But exploration was a luxury. Self-defence was a right. And his duty was to protect that right so the peoples of the Federation - be they in the Alpha or Gamma Quadrants - could enjoy those same luxuries without fear.

He could hardly do that with a flotilla of flying microscopes.

And yet, the mention of Oberth-class starships forced a wry smile beneath the stern, weathered mask. Some of the most courageous people he ever knew were on those ancient relics - a comparison he tried not to dwell on; 3 of those small science vessels were famously present at the Battle of Sector 001 against the Borg in 2373, a feat of valour that made even he feel inadequate.

Putting those thoughts aside, Saxon turned back to face the holoimager as Solluk enquired as to the latest update to the newest mystery. "Almost in range, Captain" he responded in answer, eyes skewering the information expected to stream through from the probe at any moment.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 29, 2021, 02:09:40 pm
[Docking Bay]
Katra was starting to feel like home. Slowly but sure the station at the end of the universe was growing on him. He knew more people and had his own little family in the form of Cathy, Juraan and the Paklets.
What did a man need more? Maybe a girl friend one day but that wasn't in sight.

Like many other days Finn spent his free time fiddling around on his new ship. Familiarizing himself with everything and optimizing other things.
Today was no different.
He was sitting on the floor of the loading area next to one of the panels with a small hand held scanner and some tools when he heard a sound.
Was someone on board?
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 29, 2021, 08:22:06 pm
Docking Bay - SS Wonderland

Jeb had asked the station computer to locate Finn Moreno and he had been informed that the civilian captain was aboard his ship. His attempts to contact someone aboard the ship to get permission to board had gone unanswered so he had taken upon himself to board and seek out Moreno. The ships computer had informed him that the captain was in the ships loading area. Jeb made his way there. As he rounded a corner, he accidentally kicked a crate that was sitting right around the corner. He was close his destination so if the Wonderland captain was till there, he definitely know someone was aboard his ship. Jeb decided to announce himself.

"Mister Moreno. This is Ensign James Bryson from the Katra. We need to speak with you sir." he called out.

When the man finally revealed himself, Jeb signaled for the other two security officers that were with him to stand fast and walked to meet Moreno.

"Sir. We're gonna need you to come with us over to the station please." he said. "We have a few things we need to speak with you about."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 30, 2021, 12:58:48 am
[Wonderland-docking bay]
So someone was really here. Someone who didn't look very familiar. Finn straightened and turned around to look at the man. He had two security officers with him which made Finn freeze. Why were they here? What had he done?
Instantly his mind ran through all sorts of possible events in his past that could be considered a crime. Like smuggling alcohol. None of them were in the recent past or in Federation space. The pilot had actually tried his very best to be a decent citizen.
Maybe this was about the transport that got him to Katra in the first place.

He did not move. Instead he demanded to know.
What's this all about? I'd like to know before I'm going anywhere with you.
Could he possibly take on all three and then take off with his ship?
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on July 30, 2021, 01:42:24 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade]

Juraan enjoyed Tamani's company greatly. The Bajoran doctor had helped out on Kir'Shara outpost to further look after the wounded. Even after the horrible event was over, the Wonderland's crew had remained on the station. If nothing else, they needed a new job. But Juraan didn't mind to spend some time on the station with his mates, Finn and Cathy. And most recently, with Tamani. She had recovered completely from her injuries and now, after they had taken a walk in the arboretum, they were heading towards the restaurant they actually had met - under strange circumstances.


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"Feels a little weird to come here again", Tamani said with a cautious gaze around them as they approached the IDIC.

"I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry", Juraan said with a small grin. Instead of entering the restaurant, Juraan stopped at one of the vacant tables in front of the restaurant.

"They really have done a great job fixing this place", Tamani said after they had sat down. "Looks like nothing ever happened."

Juraan just sat opposite her and watched her pretty face. Especially her eyes seemed to draw him in every time he looked at them.

"What?", Tamani grinned and leaned forward, grinning at him challeging.

The Bajoran doctor blinked and smiled. "Usually people say 'Nothing' in response to such a question. But I really don't want to say that because ..."

"Because?"

"Because I have seen the most beautiful pair of eyes looking at me. That's not nothing."

Tamani laughed and made a dismissive gesture before she picked up a menu card. "I bet you say that to every woman you meet."

Of course that wasn't true. But Juraan liked to tease her and just grinned in response.

Tamani laughed again. "You should say now 'No, of course not, I only say that to you!"

His grin widened. "I already told you I'm not one for the standard replies."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on July 31, 2021, 01:45:59 am
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<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>

Solluk turned his attention to the display as telemetry began to come in.

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At this range, FTL particles and subspace disruptions required the computer to render approximations of the ships being detected at the far end of sensor range.  Colors could only be guessed at.  Lighting was artificially placed.  Shapes were projected from sensor returns.  Still, the computer usually did a fair job at this, and Solluk could be assured that whatever was approaching, it would look something like the displayed image.

And what did it look like?

Several dozens of ships, of every conceivable shape and apparent purpose.  It looked like some civilization had just placed every spaceworthy craft into a flotilla and sent it aloft in the direction of Katra station.  The speed of the flotilla was low: only Warp 5.  Most of the ships did not seem to be warships.  The warp trails behind the ships went on past sensor range, suggesting a long voyage for this ragtag fleet.

And why? 

It did not seem like an attack.  But it did seem to be aimed directly at the Trialus system.

"Ops, send Linguacode and full translation matrix, and code a request that they respond when they have deciphered it."

The operations officer responded quickly, "Aye, Captain.  They should have it in about 5 minutes.  At their current speed, it will take them three days to reach the system."

Solluk nodded, "Five minutes for them to get the Linguacode.  An unknown time for their computers to crunch it.  Then we'll get a response.  Hopefully, the Linguacode is sensible to them, or our U.T. is able to figure out their language with very little context.  I do not wish to have knife-fights in the Meridian jungles."

He smiled at Saxon.


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Katra Station - Promenade

A large space had been cleared on the promenade, with many folding chairs laid out for people to sit.  In front of those seats stood a podium where an auctioneer surveyed the crowd.  The crowd were all carrying colored digital smart-placards with glowing numbers displayed on them in large font.  Bajorans, Meridians, Tellarites, Klingons, Romulans, and Humans filled the chairs...  And one solitary Pakled.

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A holographic image was projected near the podium, and the auctioneer gestured to it.

"The first of the three ships we'll be auctioning today is also the star of the auction.  The 'Latinum Lobe,' a twenty-year-old D'Kora Class, Type B armed Freighter.  Recently impounded from convicted criminals, the Latinum Lobe was once gilded by a 2-millimeter-thick layer of gold-stabilized-latinum duroalloy, which has since been removed. 

The remaining duranium hull of the ship has suffered several breaches, and its internal systems have experienced extensive damage.  However, the ship can be made spaceworthy again with a little bit of time, effort, and credits.   

When in proper service, the Latinum Lobe enjoys a top speed exceeding Warp 9, has extensive cargo capacity, and can defend itself with plasma disruptors and a plasma missile suite.  A pristine embedded warp-yacht on the ventral hull stands ready for independent missions within a 20 light-year radius of the main craft.  The Latinum Lobe is currently configured with automation systems allowing it to operate with a skeleton crew.  However, this class of ship normally enjoys a crew complement of 450 personnel, and its environmental systems remain capable of supporting twice that capacity.

The bidding starts at 50,000 credits, or twelve-and-one-half bricks of Gold-Pressed Latinum..."

And with that, individuals in the crowd began to lift their cards, beginning an intense bidding war.  The only figure in the crowd not bidding on the ship was the lone Pakled, who sat quietly, waiting for the frenzy to be over.






 



Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 31, 2021, 09:55:48 am
[Wonderland-docking bay]

So someone was really here. Someone who didn't look very familiar. Finn straightened and turned around to look at the man. He had two security officers with him which made Finn freeze. Why were they here? What had he done?
Instantly his mind ran through all sorts of possible events in his past that could be considered a crime. Like smuggling alcohol. None of them were in the recent past or in Federation space. The pilot had actually tried his very best to be a decent citizen.
Maybe this was about the transport that got him to Katra in the first place.

He did not move. Instead he demanded to know.
What's this all about? I'd like to know before I'm going anywhere with you.
Could he possibly take on all three and then take off with his ship?

Jeb released a sigh of annoyance. He had other things to be doing right now. Other Starfleet stuff. But with Wessex now planet side, the security department had taken up some more of the civilian security duties as well. But he understood the man's inquiry. He remembered the Wonderland's captain being the same way back when they rescued him and his crew from a planet that seemed to want to kill anyone and everyone not so long ago.

"I don't think you want to have this conversation right here, right now, Sir." Jeb said with a glance at the other two security officers.

When the man didn't move, Jeb just sighed once more and shook his head as he hung it low.

"You've been accused of....of.....tampering with Federation technology." Jeb finally divulged. "Now can we go?"

Still no movement.

"Fine. Have it your way." Jeb said as he straightened up. "It appears that a few nights ago, you may have enjoyed the company of another person in your quarters, at least I hope someone else was present, and you decided to replicate a certain item that couples, um, they have been known to use to enhance their, well, sexual experience. Somehow, the programming went awry and now, whenever someone orders water anywhere on the station, it produces the said item that you programmed in."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 31, 2021, 11:01:32 am
[Wonderland]
For a moment the ensign even had Finn wondering what Federation equipment he had tempered with in a way that it caused security to show up. He'd been fiddling around with some outlets of the docking bay to speed up recharging but that could not be it.

The man looked serious but what he was saying sounded absolutely ridiculous.
So he assumed it was a joke and laughed put loud.
And you're going to charge me with mass production of sex toys? Wow, how many years will I get for that? He chuckled again and finally became serious because the officers didn't join in.

"Okay. So what do you really want from me?"

Maybe three officers were to be taken serious.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 31, 2021, 11:34:06 am
[Wonderland]

As far as Jeb knew, only he and few others above him knew what was actually going on with Moreno so he glanced over his shoulder once again before looking back at his "suspect". He took a step forward and held up his hands to show no violent attentions.

"It's the programming." Jeb whispered so that only Moreno could hear him. "There were traces of Ferengi language in it. The thing is, in order for the program to have been written, some Federation information would have to had been shared and that violates Starfleet policies. Especially if said information was shared with Ferengis or maybe some other folks that might not be on friendly terms with the Federation. You could be charged with treason for trading Federation secrets. I just want to get out in front of this before word gets out and it's taken out of the station's hands."

Jeb stepped back. "Now may we go and get this handled?" he asked.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 31, 2021, 11:42:44 am
[Wonderland]
Finn only understood half of what he was accused of but he knew denying it now wouldn't lead anywhere.

So he wrinkled his brow and nodded.
This is some sort of mistake. But Icm sure that'll clear itself up.
There was a bit of doubt. Hopefully he would nit take the fall for someone else.

He stepped out of the ship with the officers.
 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 31, 2021, 11:53:46 am
[Wonderland ---> Interrogation/Brig]

Moreno had decided to come along with Jeb and the others so Jeb found no reason for restraints. They paused just outside the ship so that the captain could secure it before continuing on to the lifts. The whole trip was taken in silence. Once they reached the interrogation rooms, Jeb dismissed the other guards.

"Take a seat." he said to Moreno.

Once they were seated, Jeb began his questioning.

"Can you tell me where you got the programming from?" Jeb began. "When you got it? Was it here on the base or else where?"

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 31, 2021, 11:58:05 am
[Wonderland]
The further they walked the harder his gaze became. Had someone set him up? He went through a list of possible enemies.

He walked into the room in silence and sat down. Once the questions were asked he blew out some air.
You've got the wrong guy. My name is Finn Moreno. I fly a freighter. I don't reprogram Starfleet replicators. I did not even use it.
He crossed his arms over his chest.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 31, 2021, 12:03:56 pm
[Interrogation]

"Engineering did find an intrusive program command in the replicator system and when they traced it, it led back to the guests quarters that you were assigned on the station." Jeb explained to the man. "Are you sure you never used the replicator in those quarters?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on July 31, 2021, 02:22:19 pm
[interrogation room]
This was ridiculous. Some technical glitch for sure.
 
I did use it but not that night. And for the record: I don't speak Ferengi. Nor did I talk to a Ferengi.
Finn still couldn't tell how serious the situation was.
 He knew one thing- that he could not tell Ensign Bryson where he was that night because he'd been to one of the illegal card games where he won quite a bit of untaxed credits.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on July 31, 2021, 04:49:19 pm
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade]

Cathy was not happy.  With no work lined up for the freighter, and Finn doing who knows what maintenance on the ship, and Juraan recently spending all his free time in the company of some local bimbo, Cathy was relegated to wandering the station, bored. 

Things had been busy in the wake of the station explosion - there was no shortage of work - the need for shipping materials from the planet up to Katra station.   So busy, that Cathy hadn't even noticed when the journalists and auditors finished up their investigations and left the station.   Cathy hadn't even managed to get Bront's contact info before the journalist left.   And Cathy might have been fine with that, if not for Juraan's subsequent success in the relationship department.    It was like the 'old man' was purposely rubbing salt on her wounded heart every time he spoke about Tamani.


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Katra Station - Promenade

A large space had been cleared on the promenade, with many folding chairs laid out for people to sit.  In front of those seats stood a podium where an auctioneer surveyed the crowd.  The crowd were all carrying colored digital smart-placards with glowing numbers displayed on them in large font.  Bajorans, Meridians, Tellarites, Klingons, Romulans, and Humans filled the chairs...  And one solitary Pakled.

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A holographic image was projected near the podium, and the auctioneer gestured to it.

"The first of the three ships we'll be auctioning today is also the star of the auction.  The 'Latinum Lobe,' a twenty-year-old D'Kora Class, Type B armed Freighter.  Recently impounded from convicted criminals, the Latinum Lobe was once gilded by a 2-millimeter-thick layer of gold-stabilized-latinum duroalloy, which has since been removed. 

The remaining duranium hull of the ship has suffered several breaches, and its internal systems have experienced extensive damage.  However, the ship can be made spaceworthy again with a little bit of time, effort, and credits.   

When in proper service, the Latinum Lobe enjoys a top speed exceeding Warp 9, has extensive cargo capacity, and can defend itself with plasma disruptors and a plasma missile suite.  A pristine embedded warp-yacht on the ventral hull stands ready for independent missions within a 20 light-year radius of the main craft.  The Latinum Lobe is currently configured with automation systems allowing it to operate with a skeleton crew.  However, this class of ship normally enjoys a crew complement of 450 personnel, and its environmental systems remain capable of supporting twice that capacity.

The bidding starts at 50,000 credits, or twelve-and-one-half bricks of Gold-Pressed Latinum..."

And with that, individuals in the crowd began to lift their cards, beginning an intense bidding war.  The only figure in the crowd not bidding on the ship was the lone Pakled, who sat quietly, waiting for the frenzy to be over.

Cathy skirted the auction sullenly, not interested in the sale of some Ferengi ship.  She wasn't feeling particularly hungry but could do with a non-alcoholic drink.   Her route took her towards IDIC.

[Katra Station - Promenade]

Juraan enjoyed Tamani's company greatly. The Bajoran doctor had helped out on Kir'Shara outpost to further look after the wounded. Even after the horrible event was over, the Wonderland's crew had remained on the station. If nothing else, they needed a new job. But Juraan didn't mind to spend some time on the station with his mates, Finn and Cathy. And most recently, with Tamani. She had recovered completely from her injuries and now, after they had taken a walk in the arboretum, they were heading towards the restaurant they actually had met - under strange circumstances.[/size]

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"Feels a little weird to come here again", Tamani said with a cautious gaze around them as they approached the IDIC.

"I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry", Juraan said with a small grin. Instead of entering the restaurant, Juraan stopped at one of the vacant tables in front of the restaurant.

"They really have done a great job fixing this place", Tamani said after they had sat down. "Looks like nothing ever happened."

Juraan just sat opposite her and watched her pretty face. Especially her eyes seemed to draw him in every time he looked at them.

"What?", Tamani grinned and leaned forward, grinning at him challeging.

The Bajoran doctor blinked and smiled. "Usually people say 'Nothing' in response to such a question. But I really don't want to say that because ..."

"Because?"

"Because I have seen the most beautiful pair of eyes looking at me. That's not nothing."

Tamani laughed and made a dismissive gesture before she picked up a menu card. "I bet you say that to every woman you meet."

Of course that wasn't true. But Juraan liked to tease her and just grinned in response.

Tamani laughed again. "You should say now 'No, of course not, I only say that to you!"

His grin widened. "I already told you I'm not one for the standard replies."

The sight of Juraan and his Bajoran 'girlfriend' were an unwelcome sight.  She was too far away to hear what they were saying but the smiles and glances that were exchanged were almost enough to make her want to vomit.   What the hell did Juraan see in someone like that?  Was it just that Tamani was an admittedly attractive Bajoran?  Or did he actually find her personality attractive too?  If so - Cathy couldn't see it.  Everything about the woman seemed fake.   No one was that attractive naturally.  She'd probably had 'work done' to look that good.  The few times that Cathy had 'bumped into' Juraan and Tamani before - the woman's personality had seemed a real bore. 

Cathy honestly wondered if Juraan's interest in the woman was just lingering compassion for a patient he'd once help?   It that was the case, then he was making a big mistake dating her.   Besides which, Cathy knew the Bajoran doctor could do way better.

Well, as a real friend Cathy couldn't let Juraan confuse compassion for love.  It was time for an intervention, even if it was hard for her to stomach being around the woman.

With a determined nod, Cathy headed over towards their table and plastered on a cheerful smile.  "Hey Juraan!  Suppose I shouldn't be surprised at seeing you here. You are bored too huh?  Nothing to do on this station while the ship is 'grounded'."

She pulled up a chair and sat down smiling at her friend.  "Have you ordered already? It'd be nice to get something not brown."

Usually when she came here with Odelot, Cathy would always order meatloaf and Coke to support his love of brown.  She turned to Tamani.  "Can you suggest anything good?"



   
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on July 31, 2021, 06:05:53 pm
[Interrogation Room]

"Well you'll have to forgive me if I don't just take your word for it, Mister Moreno." Jeb replied. "And since the main evidence we have is that the program began in your guest quarters, I'm afraid that we will have to detain you while we investigate."

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 01, 2021, 01:08:07 am
[Interrogation room]
What? I wasn't even in my room in the evening. I was out until almost midnight.
That's how easily Starfleet could lock someone up?
So you'll simply throw out an accusation without proof that it was me and lock me up? What about a lawyer or something?
Finn was getting really worried and anxious now that he realized what was at stake.
So he got up from his chair and gave Jeb an angry glare.
You can't do this. I haven't done anything.
(At least not what he was accused of)
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 01, 2021, 08:45:28 am
[Interrogation]

"Sit down Mister Moreno. No one said anything about locking you up. That old Earth adage of innocent until proven guilty still rings true in Starfleet." Jeb replied as calmly as possible. "As you've said, there's no hard evidence right now. Just one program saying another program began in your quarters. This should all be easy enough to figure out and only take a few days. Until then, I'm confining you to your quarters here on the station with escort."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 01, 2021, 11:17:08 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - outisde the IDIC]

(https://busytape.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/maisie-Williams-net-worth-1-1.jpg)
NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade]

Cathy was not happy.  With no work lined up for the freighter, and Finn doing who knows what maintenance on the ship, and Juraan recently spending all his free time in the company of some local bimbo, Cathy was relegated to wandering the station, bored. 

Things had been busy in the wake of the station explosion - there was no shortage of work - the need for shipping materials from the planet up to Katra station.   So busy, that Cathy hadn't even noticed when the journalists and auditors finished up their investigations and left the station.   Cathy hadn't even managed to get Bront's contact info before the journalist left.   And Cathy might have been fine with that, if not for Juraan's subsequent success in the relationship department.    It was like the 'old man' was purposely rubbing salt on her wounded heart every time he spoke about Tamani.


Cathy skirted the auction sullenly, not interested in the sale of some Ferengi ship.  She wasn't feeling particularly hungry but could do with a non-alcoholic drink.   Her route took her towards IDIC.

The sight of Juraan and his Bajoran 'girlfriend' were an unwelcome sight.  She was too far away to hear what they were saying but the smiles and glances that were exchanged were almost enough to make her want to vomit.   What the hell did Juraan see in someone like that?  Was it just that Tamani was an admittedly attractive Bajoran?  Or did he actually find her personality attractive too?  If so - Cathy couldn't see it.  Everything about the woman seemed fake.   No one was that attractive naturally.  She'd probably had 'work done' to look that good.  The few times that Cathy had 'bumped into' Juraan and Tamani before - the woman's personality had seemed a real bore. 

Cathy honestly wondered if Juraan's interest in the woman was just lingering compassion for a patient he'd once help?   It that was the case, then he was making a big mistake dating her.   Besides which, Cathy knew the Bajoran doctor could do way better.

Well, as a real friend Cathy couldn't let Juraan confuse compassion for love.  It was time for an intervention, even if it was hard for her to stomach being around the woman.

With a determined nod, Cathy headed over towards their table and plastered on a cheerful smile.  "Hey Juraan!  Suppose I shouldn't be surprised at seeing you here. You are bored too huh?  Nothing to do on this station while the ship is 'grounded'."

She pulled up a chair and sat down smiling at her friend.  "Have you ordered already? It'd be nice to get something not brown."

Usually when she came here with Odelot, Cathy would always order meatloaf and Coke to support his love of brown.  She turned to Tamani.  "Can you suggest anything good?"


Another moment of silent but happy eye-contact was interrupted by a familiar voice calling his name. Juraan looked to the side and a moment later Cathy already sat down on the seat next to him. She was quite her bubbly self and bombarded them with questions. Juraan wasn't sure about the real motive that had drawn her to them. He had the feeling Cathy didn't particularly like Tamani much.

So the Bajoran doctor eyed Cathy assessingly but with a slight smile on his face. "Hey Cathy. We have not ordered yet." He chuckled at her comment about it being nice to get something not brown. When Cathy directed a question at Tamani, Juraan turned his gaze towards her with a curious grin.


(https://i.imgur.com/d1FW0cT.png)
Tamani smiled a polite smile at Cathy. "A curious thing to pick food by color", she remarked chuckling. "Well, if you ask me, Veklava is really delicious. They even have it on the menu here. It's best with some home made mapa bread."

"Other than the bread, none of that is brown", Juraan assured Cathy and looked at her amused.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 01, 2021, 05:02:47 pm
A few days?
Finn protested loudly because he hadca nice, lucrative pleasure cruise lined up for a bunch of rich gamblers who didn't want to look over their shoulder all the time.
Are you going to compensate me for my losses? Just because you decided to falsely accuse me without evidence as you said?
He huffed and gave Jeb a pointed look. The guy was only an Ensign. What could he do? How far would he dare to go?
Finn decided to see whether he could put some pressure on the guy.
Does the name Tess Moreno ring a bell with you? I'm sure she wouldn't approve of what you're doing.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 02, 2021, 02:38:12 am
<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)


Solluk turned his attention to the display as telemetry began to come in.

(https://i.imgur.com/oBHQ7Qx.png)

At this range, FTL particles and subspace disruptions required the computer to render approximations of the ships being detected at the far end of sensor range.  Colors could only be guessed at.  Lighting was artificially placed.  Shapes were projected from sensor returns.  Still, the computer usually did a fair job at this, and Solluk could be assured that whatever was approaching, it would look something like the displayed image.

And what did it look like?

Several dozens of ships, of every conceivable shape and apparent purpose.  It looked like some civilization had just placed every spaceworthy craft into a flotilla and sent it aloft in the direction of Katra station.  The speed of the flotilla was low: only Warp 5.  Most of the ships did not seem to be warships.  The warp trails behind the ships went on past sensor range, suggesting a long voyage for this ragtag fleet.

And why? 

It did not seem like an attack.  But it did seem to be aimed directly at the Trialus system.

"Ops, send Linguacode and full translation matrix, and code a request that they respond when they have deciphered it."

The operations officer responded quickly, "Aye, Captain.  They should have it in about 5 minutes.  At their current speed, it will take them three days to reach the system."

Solluk nodded, "Five minutes for them to get the Linguacode.  An unknown time for their computers to crunch it.  Then we'll get a response.  Hopefully, the Linguacode is sensible to them, or our U.T. is able to figure out their language with very little context.  I do not wish to have knife-fights in the Meridian jungles."

He smiled at Saxon.


John smiled back, but it was a loose smile - more to hide his pensive mood as he looked upon the telemetry coming in from the probe. The assembly of this motley caravan for Trialus was, on the surface, a clear sign of the need for assistance, for shelter, for aid. The cynical side to him had already discounted the possibility this was a rush of new clientele for the Promenade. He turned back to Solluk, and tried to push his cynicism to one side with some dry levity. "I don't suppose they're carrying fresh water? I'd rather not have to ask the replicators again...". He coughed politely.  At his age, there was very little that could shock him; but what he did not expect instead of a cafetiere of Rigellian max-bean coffee-... Well... He had originally thought it was a prank by the irascible Goodspeed - that was until her own call to the OCC made clear water for her pot of tea was similarly...exchanged. Swiftly followed like dominoes with outraged calls from across the station. Engineering was still repairing the overloaded intra-communications hub at the same time Operations and Security Departments were investigating the replicator software.

Looking back to the holoviewer, 'Century' got back to business. "I'd be more comfortable if we could send something out to meet them before they reach the system" he said honestly, using 'meet' as a euphemism for taking their measure, but knew that the Aquila was still the only ship of worth the Katra had available, and given recent events leaving the station without their support vessel only asked for trouble; the Great Bird had a wicked sense of humour. "But I'll settle for Yellow Alert in three days."

At that, he gave a rascally smirk, almost as if ready to be caught out with the desire to give the defence grid another run in the park; it was no secret the old officer felt more alive when klaxons blared and systems energised.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 02, 2021, 10:14:00 pm
(https://busytape.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/maisie-Williams-net-worth-1-1.jpg)
NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - outisde the IDIC]

Another moment of silent but happy eye-contact was interrupted by a familiar voice calling his name. Juraan looked to the side and a moment later Cathy already sat down on the seat next to him. She was quite her bubbly self and bombarded them with questions. Juraan wasn't sure about the real motive that had drawn her to them. He had the feeling Cathy didn't particularly like Tamani much.

So the Bajoran doctor eyed Cathy assessingly but with a slight smile on his face. "Hey Cathy. We have not ordered yet." He chuckled at her comment about it being nice to get something not brown. When Cathy directed a question at Tamani, Juraan turned his gaze towards her with a curious grin.

(https://i.imgur.com/d1FW0cT.png)
Tamani smiled a polite smile at Cathy. "A curious thing to pick food by color", she remarked chuckling. "Well, if you ask me, Veklava is really delicious. They even have it on the menu here. It's best with some home made mapa bread."

"Other than the bread, none of that is brown", Juraan assured Cathy and looked at her amused.

After her initial arrival, there had been a small worry that Juraan would be upset,  She was interrupting his date afterall.  But Juraan didn't seem upset at all, in fact he smiled at her.  Ha!  She knew he hadn't really been wanting to date that totally fake woman; fake because no one smiled that much or made such lingering eye-contact without some ulterior motive.

Cathy had hoped that her presence at the table might unsettle Tamani enough to get the woman to show her true self in front of Juraan, but the Bajoran woman was more self-assured than Cathy had estimated.  It would take more to fluster this one.

At the woman's offered meal suggestion, Cathy made a bit of a face to show her dislike of the idea before turning to Juraan.  "What would you suggest? You know my tastes."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 03, 2021, 09:01:34 pm
[Interrogation]

Jeb watched and waited as the freighter captain raised his voice in protest.

"No." he simply said when Moreno was done. "No. I'm not going to compensate you. No. You aren't being accused of anything. We are simply asking for your cooperation while we investigate this issue. And No. I have no clue who Tess Moreno is. I take it that she is a relative." he stated matter of factly. "Now. If you're not willing to cooperate, I'm sure I can find a reason aboard that ship of yours to throw your ass in our brig instead of those comfortable quarters you've been assigned and then I will run my investigation without you."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 04, 2021, 12:52:44 am
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>

Solluk recalled the recent malfunctions with a mixture of humor and horror.  But of course Goodspeed had made short work of the worst of it.  No doubt a complication caused by the recent station-wide damage.

"At least you didn't have to explain it to the Dord," he replied, well remembering how the usually polite slavers had gotten quite up in arms about the problem.  Apparently, the sanctity of their food and beverages was up on the scale of importance with the cleanliness of their bodies.  If only they'd valued freedom and equal rights as highly.

The Ops officer turned in her seat, "Sir, message coming through- Text Only.  'We are the Xhelos.  We came through the Trantilus one month ago.  Inquiries revealed that the Trialus system was a safe haven for refugees.  We will need places for ten million."

Solluk frowned.  What was a Trantilus?  Some kind of disaster event?

In any case, he had no place he could promise a safe haven for ten million people.

"Operations.  Send back: 'This is Captain Solluk of the United Federation of Planets Starfleet, commanding Katra Station in the Trialus system.  We greet you peacefully, and express contentment at contact with a new peoples.  We will be happy to provide any assistance possible to anyone in need.  However, we do not have the capacity to accommodate ten million people at this time.  If you will enter the system according to the direction given to you by my operations officer, we will ask you to hold your ships in a position 100 million kilometers from Katra Station while we meet to discuss what may be possible upon your arrival in three days.'"

The Operations officer nodded and began typing the response.

Solluk looked to Saxon, "I hope they are patient.  Things could become quite ugly if they attempt to force a landing here."



Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 04, 2021, 02:48:32 am
[Interrogation room]
I want to talk to your superior!
Finn exclaimed with a big huff.

When the man mentioned that he wanted to search his ship for clues the captain knew that he'd put Cathy in jeopardy so he grimaced and complied against his will.
Do what you have to do. But I'm filing a complaint!
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 04, 2021, 02:50:49 pm
[Interrogation room]

"Commander Saxon is too busy to be bothered by this situation so you get me." Jeb replied when the suspect asked for Jeb's superior officer.

A few more moments of back and forth and Moreno had finally given in and agreed to the confinement.

Jeb sighed and looked arrogantly at Moreno. "Thank you. Now was that so hard?" he said sarcastically before sitting back down. "Now. Before we can allow you back into the quarters, we will have to do a search of them. Since you've just agreed to the confinement, we'll just skip the formalities for the consent to search and just say that's a yes as well since the two go hand in hand. You can add that to your complaint list as well."

Jeb stood back up and tapped his comm badge as he walked toward the corner.

 =/\= Bryson to Lieutenant Winslow. I need you to do a search on those guest quarters we discussed earlier today. Room five seven seven. Bryson out. =/\=

Several moments past in which Jeb and Moreno just sat there and stared at each other. Jeb was sure that if looks could kill, he would have been laying on the floor several moments earlier. The silence was broken by the door to the interrogation room parting. Winslow walked in and tossed a data disc on the table.

"This was found in the room and it contains the program that was used." he said as he stared at Moreno. "Care to explain?"

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 05, 2021, 12:47:25 pm
[Interrogation room]
Finn was more than sure that things would be cleared up very quickly and that his cousin would be helping him to knock this arrogant prick down a notch. Who did he think he was? Obviously he thought he was above the freighter captain because he was Fleet.

Things turned out very differently when his right hand came back with evidence?
For a second Finn looked at it turning his head to see what that even was and then jumped up with an flustered.
This is not mine. I'm being set up!
Right now he had a feeling like the only one with a motive was the security officer in front of him. He obviously disliked him a great deal.
You guys are setting me up...planting stuff in my quarters! I'm not letting you do this!
He was ready to walk away, take his ship and leave.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 05, 2021, 03:59:44 pm
[Interrogation Room]

Jeb had hoped the search of the civilian captain's quarters would prove fruitless and then they could move on with the investigation. Such was not the case when Winslow entered with the disk. Moreno immediately accused Bryson of setting him up. Jeb kept his calm and addressed the accusation.

"I don't know you from what ever deity you believe made this universe. What reason would I possibly have to set you up, Mister Moreno?" Jeb asked. Inside, he was seething. He was saying one thing but in his head, he was saying and doing something totally different.

(https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfu4c1PgE1qijfqzo1_r1_400.gifv)

"Was there anything else found in the quarters, Lieutenant?" Jeb asked Winslow.

"No. That was it. And it wasn't hard to find. It was laying on a shelf right next to the replicator." replied the other officer.

Jeb nodded. "What about entry codes for the night in question? Mister Moreno here says he wasn't even in the quarters that night?"

"Erased." answered Winslow.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 06, 2021, 05:55:49 am
<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>

(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)

Solluk recalled the recent malfunctions with a mixture of humor and horror.  But of course Goodspeed had made short work of the worst of it.  No doubt a complication caused by the recent station-wide damage.

"At least you didn't have to explain it to the Dord," he replied, well remembering how the usually polite slavers had gotten quite up in arms about the problem.  Apparently, the sanctity of their food and beverages was up on the scale of importance with the cleanliness of their bodies.  If only they'd valued freedom and equal rights as highly.

The Ops officer turned in her seat, "Sir, message coming through- Text Only.  'We are the Xhelos.  We came through the Trantilus one month ago.  Inquiries revealed that the Trialus system was a safe haven for refugees.  We will need places for ten million."

Solluk frowned.  What was a Trantilus?  Some kind of disaster event?

In any case, he had no place he could promise a safe haven for ten million people.

"Operations.  Send back: 'This is Captain Solluk of the United Federation of Planets Starfleet, commanding Katra Station in the Trialus system.  We greet you peacefully, and express contentment at contact with a new peoples.  We will be happy to provide any assistance possible to anyone in need.  However, we do not have the capacity to accommodate ten million people at this time.  If you will enter the system according to the direction given to you by my operations officer, we will ask you to hold your ships in a position 100 million kilometers from Katra Station while we meet to discuss what may be possible upon your arrival in three days.'"

The Operations officer nodded and began typing the response.

Solluk looked to Saxon, "I hope they are patient.  Things could become quite ugly if they attempt to force a landing here."


John slowly turned to Solluk as the realisation of logistics became clear. Ten million? This was an exodus of a size that was only dwarfed by the planned evacuation of the Romii system (an evacuation that horrifically barely scratched the surface of what was needed)  and they were all coming to this system.

As Solluk finished his dictation to Ops, the Captain then commented on potential issues if these 'Xhelos' (was that an organisation, peoples, or mission) forced the issue. Saxon ran a thoughtful hand down his beard and he looked at the live feed of the line of ships. "If they do, I can't be sure we can stop them. I just hope they don't realise that."

He turned to Ops. "Have the probe continue its path alongside the procession and begin tactical analyses of those that are armed; go deep - calculation of power-flow conduit limits, any technologies that are currently showing unpowered or areas that are completely dark." He shot a glance to Solluk. "Call me suspicious in my old age", an eyebrow twitched, "but if I wanted to sneak in an attack, that's how I'd do it".

That wasn't completely true of course...sometimes it was preferable to not remind his peers, let alone his Commanding Officer, of the scale of destruction he was capable of inflicting if circumstances arose; he had enough of that from elsewhere. But knowing all the options available helped him prepare to counter them all. Sneaking a wolf in among the flock was just one obvious method - good for amateur hour, but sometimes even the most obvious tactics were the most overlooked...
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 06, 2021, 10:24:27 am
[Interrogation room]
Finn saw the little bit of sand he was standing on being washed away by a current if accusations and data disks.
So he decided that now was his time to walk.
If I recall that right I'm not being charged with anything so you can't really hold me. I've had enough of this shitty theater you're playing here. Find out whoever gained access to my quarters. I'll see you then.
With that he made his way to the door.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 06, 2021, 12:56:54 pm
[Interrogating Room]

With just a slight nod of his head, Jeb gave Winslow the silent message to block the door and halt the suspects escape. With that done, Jeb stood and called to Moreno's back.

"For someone who's claiming innocence, you sure seem resistant to assist." Jeb began. "Let me put it to you bluntly, Mister Moreno. There has been a crime committed on this base and you have been implicated. Now, I must run an investigation. I will do that with or without your help but make no mistake about it, you will not be allowed to leave the Katra during this investigation. That can be accomplished in one of two ways. You can be confined to quarters as we discussed OR I can impound your ship. Your choice. Either way, you don't leave."

Jeb clamped his hands behind his back as he waited for the man's response.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 06, 2021, 01:31:04 pm
[Interrogation room]
It might have seemed like it but the words didn't fall on deaf ears. Finn was busy staring at the security officer blocking his way.
He was fuming. What the hell was happening here?
So he turned to face ensign Bryson and growled at him.
I'm angry because you're going to confine me even though I haven't done anything. Ask my crew how good I am with proframming stuff!
There was one last resort...
Why the hell not. How bad could it be?
When was this rhing activated? I was at a card game from 8 until almost midnight...lower deck, a place called the dungeon. I think you'd know it.
And they surely had no cameras there.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 06, 2021, 01:56:22 pm
[Interrogation Room]

Jeb never understood why people never wanted to help themselves out by cooperating with an investigation to clear themselves. They always just wanted to argue and claim innocence and expected to be released. Just once, he wished someone would be like, "Okay. I'll just wait here and you do what you need to do." Today was not going to be that one instance.

"Well. As you heard Lieutenant Winslow say, the entry logs for your quarters have been erased. So that knocks out using those records to see when you left and someone else may have entered. And I'm very familiar with The Dungeon. So much familiar in fact, that I also know they have no cameras and anyone I tried to speak with would be less helpful than you have been."

Jeb took his seat again. "In order for us to determine when the program was launched, we will have to get with Engineering and start back tracking it. That's part of the investigation. Hence us needing some time and you needing to stay aboard the station."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 06, 2021, 02:51:39 pm
[Interrogation room]
Suit yourself.
Finn commented unhappy with the outcome but at least not completely condemned yet. They'd still investigate.
Can I call my crew to let them know I'm not going to be around and they have to cancel our next run in three days?
Maybe this guy was just doing his job, hopefully he'd do it thoroughly.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 06, 2021, 03:00:19 pm
[Interrogation Room]

Finally. An agreement. Jeb thought.

"Yes. You may contact your crew and inform them. After that, if you're ready, Lieutenant Winslow will escort you to your quarters. You will have an escort should you decide to venture out to the Mess Hall instead of using the replicator. But that's the limit of your venturing. No clubs, no shopping and definitely no gambling." Jeb told him.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 06, 2021, 03:04:25 pm
[Interrogation room]
"No fun, gotcha." Finn dryly commented but he knew there was no room for debate here.
So he made an unhappy face and nodded.
"Escort me...and just so you know. I will not touch that replicator. Not even for a glass of water. It might start producing whoknowswhat."
Of all the things he could have been arrested for, he certainly didn't expect this.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 06, 2021, 03:26:03 pm
[Interrogation Room]

"That's your prerogative." Jeb said to Moreno's statement about the replicator. He gave Winslow a second nod and the Lieutenant keyed in the code to open the doors.

Winslow stepped out first and motioned for Moreno to follow. "After you." he said.

When they were on their way, Winslow made sure the guard that was waiting outside fell in behind them. "This is Ensign Pesha. She will be in charge of the detail that will be rotating in and out as your escorts." They made their way to the lift and stepped inside when the doors parted. "Is there any where you need to stop on our way to the quarters?"

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 07, 2021, 06:41:04 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - Outside the IDIC]

(https://busytape.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/maisie-Williams-net-worth-1-1.jpg)
NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

After her initial arrival, there had been a small worry that Juraan would be upset,  She was interrupting his date afterall.  But Juraan didn't seem upset at all, in fact he smiled at her.  Ha!  She knew he hadn't really been wanting to date that totally fake woman; fake because no one smiled that much or made such lingering eye-contact without some ulterior motive.

Cathy had hoped that her presence at the table might unsettle Tamani enough to get the woman to show her true self in front of Juraan, but the Bajoran woman was more self-assured than Cathy had estimated.  It would take more to fluster this one.

At the woman's offered meal suggestion, Cathy made a bit of a face to show her dislike of the idea before turning to Juraan.  "What would you suggest? You know my tastes."


Juraan turned his head to back at Cathy at that unexpected reaction. He eyed her for a moment and thus missed Tamani's reaction to Cathy dismissing her suggestion like that. The Bajoran woman had raised an eyebrow in slight offense.

"Well, they have a Bolian 'Century Burger' here ... the patty is made of aged meat, with some veggies and hot sauce on it." Bolians were known to have a liking for aged meat and often their dishes sounded rather unappetizing to non-Bolians. Juraan suspected that the IDIC staff had named the dish in a way that was acceptable for a broader range of people. But he did not know what actually had happened to the meat used in that burger. All he knew was that despite the thought of 'old meat' Bolian food generally was delicious - if you didn't ask to much about the details.

(https://i.imgur.com/d1FW0cT.png)
"That would be mostly brown, how you like it", Tamani commented pointedly.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 07, 2021, 12:58:11 pm
[Somewhere on Katra]
Finn was as annoyed as he could possibly be. So when he was asked where he wanted to stop or go, he simply muttered. "My ship so I can get the fuck out of this shithole.
Katra had suddenly become a lot less pleasant for him.
"I have to contact my crew.
He waited for permission and then radioed Juraan.
Juraan. Listen closely. I'm being detained for some bullshit they want to pin on me. You and Cathy have to cancel our next run and get the work on the loading machinery done. 
Hopefully he wasn't interrupting anything more important that his usual pub tours.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 07, 2021, 03:26:58 pm
[Katra corridors]

[NPC Lt Winslow]

Winslow looked totally unimpressed with Moreno's language and his desire to vacate the Katra. When he asked to contact his ship, the lieutenant pointed to the comms on the wall. "Knock yourself out." he said.

He stood by but watched closely as the freighter captain made his call.

"If you're ready." he said as he extended his arm indicating that they needed to go.

The lift ride only took a few moments before they were on the correct deck and headed down the corridor to Moreno's quarters.

"For what it's worth, we aren't trying to "pin" anything on you. We just want to get to the truth as I'm sure you do as well."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 07, 2021, 04:11:55 pm
The truth will hopefully get me out of these quarters and not into your Brig.
By now Finn had understood that all his anger and frustration dud nothing good for him and he'd better find a way to help.
So before he actually stepped inside the usually quite nice quarters he said
Please ask my crew about my technical abilities. And also go the the poker place and ask how long I've been there. You'll see that I'm not lying to you. I was going to make Katra my home base. Why would I play such a prank on people here?"
He then took one more step inside so the man could lock the doors after they closed.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 07, 2021, 05:59:10 pm
[NPC Lieutenant Winslow]

"Jeb's not a bad guy. He'll do everything to find out what really happened no matter who or where it leads to." Winslow said to Moreno. "I can promise that he will speak to your crew and the poker place."

Moreno stepped inside and Winslow keyed in the code to secure the door before turning to Pesha.

"Food is the only reason he's allowed out of there for now." he told the young Barzan female.

"Aye, Sir." came the reply.

Winslow left and made his way back to the Security Office and Bryson. He walked in to find him sitting at his console.

"He maintained his innocence all the way up to me locking his door." Winslow said. "Any luck from Engineering pin pointing the time that the program was released?"

"Twenty two hundred hours." Jeb answered.

"Wow. That was pretty quick work."

"Yeah. Well. I already had the information before we brought him in. He just kept pissing me off so....." Jeb let the end of the sentence just hang in the air.

Jeb stood and looked at Winslow. He still couldn't believe that Saxon was letting him run Security. With Winslow as his number two, they made one hell of a team. "Let's go interview his crew and the staff at the Lunar Dawn."

Winslow just smiled and shook his head as he followed Jeb out of the room.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 08, 2021, 07:34:04 am
<Operational Control Centre - Katra Station>

Trying not to fidget, instead forcing his aged back to maintain its rigid posture against its - and probably the Medical Departments - will, Saxon broke the mutual contemplative silence with Captain Solluk. "Ah," he said in a reminded tone, "thank you for approving my recommendation for the Department Head we discussed; I'll make the formal announcement once I sign off on the personnel restructure."

<Elsewhere>


1.64gigaquads of data suddenly began to download to Ensign Bryson's administrative PADD. The source was anonymous, somehow having the access code authority to direct-feed the package past Katra's top-grade firewalls. Artificial Intelligence counter-attack protocols reviewed the content at a speed that rivalled even a positronic matrix, and deemed the content non-belligerent nor harmful to station systems. It was, the control software confirmed, solely a vid-message addressed Bryson personally.

Once opened, the vid would play, showing the face familiar from a short time past (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=192.msg2110#msg2110):

(https://i.imgur.com/1A2iirY.jpg)

"This is Jonah Vermont, Auditor for the Interim Federation Council. The Stardate is 76549.7. If you are receiving this message, it is because it was to be transmitted to Station Security after a set period of time - after a period of time and I was no longer alive to terminate" he pulled a gallows-humour smile, quite at odds with his stern features, "the instruction.

"Whilst being evacuated from Space Station Katra, I, to my horror, have uncovered that Captain Finn Moreno, of the Wonderland II transport vessel, registry NBR-261865, is a multiple murderer in the Alpha Quadrant - and likely to-be murder of myself. So I must speak quickly. In 2396 Maylon Yansec, a key prosecution witness in a trial against the 'Emerald Talon', a still-operating hit-for-hire arm of the old Orion Syndicate, was executed at the hands of persons unknown before testimony was recorded. I met this witness in the early days of the trial as part of the Federation Attorney's Office. Security footage uncovered from the area shows an individual fleeting from the scene carrying the weapon the coroner concludes was the murder weapon. This footage is attached. No subsequent trace of this suspect could be found, and no recognition software was able to locate this individual at that time; I believe I know why. This individual has been positively identified by me as Finn Moreno of the Wonderland II. I believe Captain Moreno is a member of the 'Emerald Talon' and is an assassin-for-hire, using the freedom of a civilian freighter as cover. I do not believe his crew are aware of this duplicity; their innocence a useful alibi."

The face turned around, looking panicked at a sound not picked up by the recording device. "I...I think he may have found me… I think I was recognised." Jonah spoke in a more hurried pace. "He cannot disappear again - the collapse of the trial brought about the deaths of a dozen good internal agents and informants. Don't let-..." He looked around again. "I have to go. Jonah Vermont, signing off."

At that, the message ended.

Any subsequent investigation would reveal that Auditor Jonah boarded the Wonderland II on Stardate 76549.4 but no record of his disembarkation or return to New Bajor was ever recorded. Fellow Auditors and colleagues would be surprised to learn this, as they had a vague memory of seeing him at some point, but - if pressed - could not be sure. The Interim Federation Council's office would point to a message to say that Jonah Vermont requested personal leave, using his private communications account on Stardate 76549.73, citing stress over the recent emergency, but no trace would be found on New Bajor nor Katra.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 08, 2021, 08:57:41 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

He waited for permission and then radioed Juraan.
Juraan. Listen closely. I'm being detained for some bullshit they want to pin on me. You and Cathy have to cancel our next run and get the work on the loading machinery done. 

Juraan received the message from Finn at his communicator they had for a while now. It was a portable small device that made a sound to announce an incoming message. The Bajoran's face darkened as he listened to Finn's words, his eyes immediately seeking Cathy's.

 =/\= "What, what?", Juraan asked, confused. "What bullshit are they trying to detain you for? And who is 'they'? The station's security? Where are you? We'll come over and get you outta there." =/\= While he was still speaking, Juraan already stood up, ready to go.

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 08, 2021, 10:09:08 am
[Katra - Science Labs]

After arriving at her new station, she settled in.  Though between the bombing recently and the wormhole closing, she started to wonder if choosing this duty assignment was worth it.  But shes stuck here now and had a job to do.  So she made sure her wrist band was operational and downloaded the schematics of the station into it.  She brought up a holo map of the station and followed it directly to the labs, where the enlisted were trying to figure things out, she deactivated the map and looked around.

"Whats going on ? how can I help?" Miranda said aloud as she was being ignored by most everyone as they were focused on there work like a small borg collective would be doing.

"Your Smith right?" came a voice from the mess of busy ants running around.

"Yes, Ensign Miranda Smith, arrived just before the wormhole closed.  Was told you were having issues trying to figure out what caused it?" Smith answered back to what seemed like a disembodied voice.

"Good, good.  Join in anywhere you like.  Im sure youll figure it out from there.  Now, where is my astro charts, I need to know where the wormhole will appear if has suddenly decided not to be fixed in one spot." the officer yelled out.

"Ill go man astrometrics and see what I can do from there." Smith said not wanting to be in anyways way as she left the science labs and headed for the astrometrics lab instead, hoping it was less busy and less hive like as the officer in charge really was not paying attention.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 08, 2021, 11:04:56 am
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Operational Control Center - Katra Station

"With such a breadth of experience," Solluk said, "they should meet our needs quite nicely.  Put them on rotation for the Aquila, as well."

With that matter settled, there was little to do but wait.  After these previously uncontacted aliens acknowledged their instructions, the hours began to crawl by.  Solluk sent the appropriate messages to the Meridians and New Bajor advising them of these developments.  The Meridians were quick to respond: There would be no more refugees accepted.  They had the room, but not the will to fill up their world with outsiders.  They were already vastly outnumbered by the refugees they'd previously taken in.

New Bajor's response was predictable.  The interim Council promised to put the matter in committee.  To Solluk, that meant that nothing would be decided until it was too late to be helpful.

Solluk decided to also send a message to the New Republic ambassador.  Perhaps they could be convinced to add outsiders to their new colony world.  There was no immediate reply.  At least they were thinking about it.

And so, the hours passed.  A massive fleet of refugees (and hopefully not invaders) continued to crawl towards the system at low-warp speeds.  Little else of consequence filled the time.

Then, near the very end of the shift, something new did occur. 

The probe- directed by Saxon to analyze the inbound ships for signs of unusual tactical ability- found very little by way of weapons or even infrastructure for weapons.  The ships seemed to be all drive and environmental systems.  But the probe did detect something else of interest:  New sensor contacts, coming in at Warp 8. 

This development was observed with great interest... right up until the new ships resolved themselves with enough detail to identify them.

Wanderer attack ships.  A dozen of them.  The hullforms were new, but the design philosophy and drive systems were unmistakable.  They were mere hours away from the refugee convoy.

Solluk shook his head, "I didn't think they'd be back in this region so soon after the punishment they took in our last encounter.  I wonder if the Thinkers rewarded them for their efforts with the resources to build a new fleet of attack craft."

"Sir, receiving a distress signal from the Xhelos, text only," Ops interjected, "They advise they have been contacted by a hostile force, and that the force is demanding that they stop their ships and surrender."

Solluk clenched his teeth, then forced himself to relax before looking to his XO, "I guess we're going to go out to meet them, after all.  It could be an elaborate ruse to get the Aquila away from here... but I'm not planning to sit here and just listen as another pirate attack happens outside of the Trialus system.  Select a crew.  Take her out.  You won't get there in time to save them all, but we'll do what we can."


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 08, 2021, 11:42:17 am
(https://busytape.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/maisie-Williams-net-worth-1-1.jpg)
NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - Outside the IDIC]

Juraan turned his head to back at Cathy at that unexpected reaction. He eyed her for a moment and thus missed Tamani's reaction to Cathy dismissing her suggestion like that. The Bajoran woman had raised an eyebrow in slight offense.

"Well, they have a Bolian 'Century Burger' here ... the patty is made of aged meat, with some veggies and hot sauce on it." Bolians were known to have a liking for aged meat and often their dishes sounded rather unappetizing to non-Bolians. Juraan suspected that the IDIC staff had named the dish in a way that was acceptable for a broader range of people. But he did not know what actually had happened to the meat used in that burger. All he knew was that despite the thought of 'old meat' Bolian food generally was delicious - if you didn't ask to much about the details.

(https://i.imgur.com/d1FW0cT.png)
"That would be mostly brown, how you like it", Tamani commented pointedly.

Given that it was Juraan suggesting it, Cathy hadn't immediately dismissed the idea of the 'old meat' burger, though she wasn't really feeling hungry enough to eat an entire burger herself.  She was just about to remark that and maybe order herself just a salad when Tamani opened her mouth and Cathy felt an urge to shove said burger uncooked down the woman's throat. 

"Guess you didn't hear that I was saying I was hoping to avoid brown... but if Juraan thinks I'll like.  Sure I'll give it a go.  But Juraan I can't eat that much on my own... Care to split it?



[Somewhere on Katra]
Finn was as annoyed as he could possibly be. So when he was asked where he wanted to stop or go, he simply muttered. "My ship so I can get the fuck out of this shithole.
Katra had suddenly become a lot less pleasant for him.
"I have to contact my crew.
He waited for permission and then radioed Juraan.
Juraan. Listen closely. I'm being detained for some bullshit they want to pin on me. You and Cathy have to cancel our next run and get the work on the loading machinery done. 
Hopefully he wasn't interrupting anything more important that his usual pub tours.
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

Juraan received the message from Finn at his communicator they had for a while now. It was a portable small device that made a sound to announce an incoming message. The Bajoran's face darkened as he listened to Finn's words, his eyes immediately seeking Cathy's.

 =/\= "What, what?", Juraan asked, confused. "What bullshit are they trying to detain you for? And who is 'they'? The station's security? Where are you? We'll come over and get you outta there." =/\= While he was still speaking, Juraan already stood up, ready to go.

Cathy, sitting at the table with Juraan, was equally surprised to hear Finn's statement.  What was it about Starfleet and accusing innocent people?  One had tried to incarcerate Chiree that day the explosion happened... now Finn.   Cathy knew she had to be careful she didn't allow her credentials to be checked to closely.  Yet when Juraan said they would come and get him out, Cathy stood up to follow along.  Juraan was right.  There was no way they'd leave him detained without argument.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 08, 2021, 12:22:53 pm
[Morenos quarters]
Oblivious to any new accusations Finn told Juraan to just sit tight.
"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure it'll soon clear itself up because it's total bullshit.
Juraan couldn't do anything about itvanyway.
"It's not jailbreak time yet, Juraan. Go do your thing for now.

After that call he'd been locked in his quarters and couldn't do anything but wait so he sat down. Then he started looking around for clues himself. Someone was trying to blame this on him.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 09, 2021, 03:20:49 pm
[Corridors]

Jeb and Winslow had decided to check out the shady poker palace first. Getting information out of them had been like pulling a targ's tusks. There were several people that remembered Moreno being there but could not confirm or deny what had taken place without incriminating themselves over one thing or another. What many of them did confirm and agree on was that he had been there for a large part of the day and night. That there was no way possible that he was in his quarters at the time in question.

"Well. Without some vid feed or other type of physical corroboration, that was a total bust." Winslow said as they made their way back to the lifts.

Jeb pulled out his PADD to get the location of the Wonderland crew when it chimed and he glanced at the screen. The look on his face must have showed his confusion.

"Everything alright?" Winslow asked.

"Yeah. Just got a huge file and message coming through. I'll read it after we speak to Moreno's crew. Hopefully, they will be a little more cooperative from the get go in order to clear their captain." he replied as he tugged the PADD away.

He tapped his badge as they stepped into the lift.

 =/\= Ensign James Bryson of Starfleet Security to Juraan Ren. Mister Juraan. We'd like to speak to you about your captain if you don't mind. We are in route and can meet you at your current location. =/\=
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 10, 2021, 04:35:18 am
<Operational Control Center - Katra Station>

(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)

"With such a breadth of experience," Solluk said, "they should meet our needs quite nicely.  Put them on rotation for the Aquila, as well."

With that matter settled, there was little to do but wait.  After these previously uncontacted aliens acknowledged their instructions, the hours began to crawl by.  Solluk sent the appropriate messages to the Meridians and New Bajor advising them of these developments.  The Meridians were quick to respond: There would be no more refugees accepted.  They had the room, but not the will to fill up their world with outsiders.  They were already vastly outnumbered by the refugees they'd previously taken in.

New Bajor's response was predictable.  The interim Council promised to put the matter in committee.  To Solluk, that meant that nothing would be decided until it was too late to be helpful.

Solluk decided to also send a message to the New Republic ambassador.  Perhaps they could be convinced to add outsiders to their new colony world.  There was no immediate reply.  At least they were thinking about it.

And so, the hours passed.  A massive fleet of refugees (and hopefully not invaders) continued to crawl towards the system at low-warp speeds.  Little else of consequence filled the time.

Then, near the very end of the shift, something new did occur. 

The probe- directed by Saxon to analyze the inbound ships for signs of unusual tactical ability- found very little by way of weapons or even infrastructure for weapons.  The ships seemed to be all drive and environmental systems.  But the probe did detect something else of interest:  New sensor contacts, coming in at Warp 8. 

This development was observed with great interest... right up until the new ships resolved themselves with enough detail to identify them.

Wanderer attack ships.  A dozen of them.  The hullforms were new, but the design philosophy and drive systems were unmistakable.  They were mere hours away from the refugee convoy.

Solluk shook his head, "I didn't think they'd be back in this region so soon after the punishment they took in our last encounter.  I wonder if the Thinkers rewarded them for their efforts with the resources to build a new fleet of attack craft."

"Sir, receiving a distress signal from the Xhelos, text only," Ops interjected, "They advise they have been contacted by a hostile force, and that the force is demanding that they stop their ships and surrender."

Solluk clenched his teeth, then forced himself to relax before looking to his XO, "I guess we're going to go out to meet them, after all.  It could be an elaborate ruse to get the Aquila away from here... but I'm not planning to sit here and just listen as another pirate attack happens outside of the Trialus system.  Select a crew.  Take her out.  You won't get there in time to save them all, but we'll do what we can."


The instruction was clear. The mission imperative. The risk understood. The duty unquestionable. Around the near-ancient officer, the air almost seemed to freeze, as a look of winter entered the old lion's eyes. The watchful sentinel had become the advancing soldier in an instant. "Aye aye" he snapped with a tone of indomitable steel, and nodded his leave of Captain Solluk.

Saxon, striding with purpose, reached the turbolift in scant moments, his pace surprising for a man of his age, and tapped his com-badge with a measured gesture. "Commander Saxon to Rapid Response Stand-By Team. Scramble scramble. Departure in 10 minutes."

The automated system routed the call to those scheduled for duty upon Katra's primary vessel, the USS Aquila. As the car descended to the airlock where the embarkation corridor to the ship was located, the nonagenarian ruminated on the increasingly apparent fact that the station needed more ships available. It was true Katra could handle a fair-sized attack directly, but it was not a battle-station. The modular design gave compromise - there were undoubtable more warfare-capable outposts in the Alpha Quadrant, but Katra was always designed as a supply and navigation waypoint - a safe haven for friends known and friends-to-be, all alone in the night. The limited resources through being cut off from the Federation was beginning to manifest, given they were the primary response hub for both Federation and general assistance from all that requested assistance - there had been a marked escalation in their aid of late, and each time it was a gamble as to whether this was a prelude to an surprise attack.

But as Captain Solluk often said: risk was their business. And Katra's mission statement could almost read: "Assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and station respond to all calls."

The turbolift continued to descend at pace.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 10, 2021, 09:39:07 am
[Turbo lift]

Saxon, striding with purpose, reached the turbolift in scant moments, his pace surprising for a man of his age, and tapped his com-badge with a measured gesture. "Commander Saxon to Rapid Response Stand-By Team. Scramble scramble. Departure in 10 minutes."

The automated system routed the call to those scheduled for duty upon Katra's primary vessel, the USS Aquila. As the car descended to the airlock where the embarkation corridor to the ship was located, the nonagenarian ruminated on the increasingly apparent fact that the station needed more ships available. It was true Katra could handle a fair-sized attack directly, but it was not a battle-station. The modular design gave compromise - there were undoubtable more warfare-capable outposts in the Alpha Quadrant, but Katra was always designed as a supply and navigation waypoint - a safe haven for friends known and friends-to-be, all alone in the night. The limited resources through being cut off from the Federation was beginning to manifest, given they were the primary response hub for both Federation and general assistance from all that requested assistance - there had been a marked escalation in their aid of late, and each time it was a gamble as to whether this was a prelude to an surprise attack.

But as Captain Solluk often said: risk was their business. And Katra's mission statement could almost read: "Assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and station respond to all calls."

The turbolift continued to descend at pace.[/size]

"Damn it." Jeb said as he got the message fron Saxon. "Okay. I have to head to the Aquila. You continue on and interview the Wonderland crew. Don't take any shit from them. We're not looking to jam up their captain. We're just doing our job."

Jeb halted the lift and stepped forward so that the doors would part. "Call for some backup if you don't want to go alone." he said to Winslow before walking out and headed to the next lift while tapping his comm badge.

 =/\= Bryson to Commander Saxon. I'm on my way, Sir.  =/\=

Bryson was on his way to the docked Aquila why Winslow carried on with the Moreno investigation. Hopefully, they would be able to divide and conquer and get it all handled.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 10, 2021, 09:47:17 am
[Katra Station - Promanade - IDIC restaurant]

(https://busytape.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/maisie-Williams-net-worth-1-1.jpg)
NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

Given that it was Juraan suggesting it, Cathy hadn't immediately dismissed the idea of the 'old meat' burger, though she wasn't really feeling hungry enough to eat an entire burger herself.  She was just about to remark that and maybe order herself just a salad when Tamani opened her mouth and Cathy felt an urge to shove said burger uncooked down the woman's throat. 

"Guess you didn't hear that I was saying I was hoping to avoid brown... but if Juraan thinks I'll like.  Sure I'll give it a go.  But Juraan I can't eat that much on my own... Care to split it?

[/size]

(https://i.imgur.com/d1FW0cT.png)
"Oh, I can assure you I did hear you", Tamani retorted, the unspoken implied afterthought being a sideblow to Cathy's tone or volume of voice.

Juraan sat there, watching the verbal clash between the two women. You didn't need to be a very empathic person to realize that there was some tension building up between them. Why that was though eluded the Bajoran.

"Sure, you can give me the half you don't eat", he nodded to Cathy before he looked at the menu card to pick a meal for himself. He was hungry and then he could eat a lot.

While he read through the menu Finn's call had come in.



[Morenos quarters]
Oblivious to any new accusations Finn told Juraan to just sit tight.
"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure it'll soon clear itself up because it's total bullshit.
Juraan couldn't do anything about itvanyway.
"It's not jailbreak time yet, Juraan. Go do your thing for now.

After that call he'd been locked in his quarters and couldn't do anything but wait so he sat down. Then he started looking around for clues himself. Someone was trying to blame this on him.

Juraan was dumbfounded.  =/\="Of course I'll worry when you're being detained for false accusations. Don't play the hero now. We'll come and try to get you out." =/\= He nodded to Cathy when he saw that she too had stood up, ready to leave.

He looked to Tamani. "I'm sorry to interrupt our lunch. I will make up for it." He winked at her with a smile.

"I will pin you down to that", the Bajoran grinned.

Just as he was about to leave with Cathy, did a new call reach him.



=/\= Ensign James Bryson of Starfleet Security to Juraan Ren. Mister Juraan. We'd like to speak to you about your captain if you don't mind. We are in route and can meet you at your current location. =/\=

 =/\= "Well that is excellent, I was just about to come over to you and ask you what the hell you think you're doing. I'm at the IDIC restaurant on the promenade." =/\=
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 10, 2021, 10:33:02 am
<Operational Control Center - Katra Station>

The instruction was clear. The mission imperative. The risk understood. The duty unquestionable. Around the near-ancient officer, the air almost seemed to freeze, as a look of winter entered the old lion's eyes. The watchful sentinel had become the advancing soldier in an instant. "Aye aye" he snapped with a tone of indomitable steel, and nodded his leave of Captain Solluk.

Saxon, striding with purpose, reached the turbolift in scant moments, his pace surprising for a man of his age, and tapped his com-badge with a measured gesture. "Commander Saxon to Rapid Response Stand-By Team. Scramble scramble. Departure in 10 minutes."

The automated system routed the call to those scheduled for duty upon Katra's primary vessel, the USS Aquila. As the car descended to the airlock where the embarkation corridor to the ship was located, the nonagenarian ruminated on the increasingly apparent fact that the station needed more ships available. It was true Katra could handle a fair-sized attack directly, but it was not a battle-station. The modular design gave compromise - there were undoubtable more warfare-capable outposts in the Alpha Quadrant, but Katra was always designed as a supply and navigation waypoint - a safe haven for friends known and friends-to-be, all alone in the night. The limited resources through being cut off from the Federation was beginning to manifest, given they were the primary response hub for both Federation and general assistance from all that requested assistance - there had been a marked escalation in their aid of late, and each time it was a gamble as to whether this was a prelude to an surprise attack.

But as Captain Solluk often said: risk was their business. And Katra's mission statement could almost read: "Assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and station respond to all calls."

The turbolift continued to descend at pace.


[Katra - USS Aquilla]

Miranda heard the call and was quite surprised she was part of any team as she arrived only a few hours prior and suddenly shes being told to go to the USS Aquilla.  This is quite a day for her and she was proud yet scared at the same time.  Sure shes 400 yrs old but she was quite young by her species standards.  So she transferred the relevant data she felt she would need to her arm band.  "On my way." Smith said as she left astrometrics lab, as she initiated a site to site transport from the lab to the bridge of the ship, where she took her station and waited for the others to arrive.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 10, 2021, 11:09:50 am
[Katra Station - Promanade - IDIC restaurant]

=/\= "Well that is excellent, I was just about to come over to you and ask you what the hell you think you're doing. I'm at the IDIC restaurant on the promenade." =/\=

Jeb was walking up to the docking bay doors when his badge ranged again. It was Juraan.

 =/\= This is Bryson. I've been called away. Lieutenant Winslow will be there shortly to interview you any minute now.  =/\=

About that time, Winslow entered the restaurant and saw Juraan and some others form his crew. He made his way over.

"Mister Juraan. Lieutenant Winslow, Starfleet Security. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your captain." the officer said.

As Winslow was entering the IDIC, Jeb boarded the Aquila and made his way to the Sec/Tac station on the bridge. He began his pre check on his console and waited for the others.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 11, 2021, 05:20:43 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

(https://i.imgur.com/3WFBrHK.png)

The doors opened with the sound that 'Century' Saxon had heard over the many decades - starships came and went, new technologies and designs marching ever forward, but the 'swish' of those doors barely changed at all. It was a comforting sound, to be sure. From his long-distant days as an Enlisted man, it often announced a Captain-on-deck more acutely than the inevitable super-keen crewmember proclaiming it to senior officers and peers; a 'swoosh' to signify that everything was going to be fine; under control.

Smiling lightly to himself as he enjoyed the sound a second time as they closed behind him, John was surprised to find himself not to be the first person to have arrived; his small frown buried between lines of wear & tear as he took in the young officer in teal at the Auxiliary/Science station, which quickly crystallised into some recognition.

Ordinarily, it would have been nigh-on impossible to get to know everyone from every Department - the chain of command largely funnelled teams through the Department Heads, which as First Officer he would know far more. But this individual was unique enough to have their details more prominently presented across his desk than usual. And for good reason; the fact she was El-Aurian barely registered then and now; but it was not often a reclaimed individual from the Collective joined StarFleet rather than those returning to Service after their ordeals - as a rule, the every notion of immersing themselves into a completely new organisational structure was akin, if not unfairly, to retuning to the restrictive hive existence they had been freed from. But Ensign Miranda Smith had bucked the trend - choosing to honour her rescuers, after some time as a civilian, by joining the Fleet.

This did not, however, address the fact as to how she was here so quickly; he supposed it was due to a site-to-site transport, since she had not been assigned to the Aquila since her recent arrival to the Station. He made a mental note to speak to her Department Head regarding usage of internal transporters; whilst the call to action had carried the message of urgency, it would take the ship a little time to power-up and depart; plenty of time for embarkation through more traditional means; Lt Goodspeed and Operations would certainly have strong words to convey if everyone utilised transporters instead of turbolifts...

Still, youthful eagerness was universal. He dimly recalled reading some aspect of her age on file, but to his experience and perspective, everyone around him was young; by El-Aurian standards, she was likely still the equivalent of their early 20s - he was near the very outer envelope of Human life-spans; yet perhaps, Great Bird willing, another 30-40 years lay in his future.

But unless he hung up his uniform and lived the rest of his days quietly back at his Ba'ku retreat, it was unlikely. One day, he would find himself just too slow, just too tired, just too outpaced to stem the inevitable fall of Fate's scythe. Until then, he would continue to put his life on the line in the defence of others.

What maudlin thoughts just before heading out, he admonished to himself. What the crew needed was a senior officer full of confidence and belief.

"Ensign" he acknowledged professionally, giving her a nod of appreciation for being here despite only being posted to Katra a short time. He moved to the right-hand command chair as he spoke. "I appreciate this is somewhat a trial by fire, but I trust you're ready to man the Science station?" It was, of course, a a rhetoric question - despite the Aquila being a refit Constellation-class (or Aquila-class, as the lead vessel in the upgrade project), all Bridge position were of the standard LCARS layout, of which she would have had ample training at the Auxiliary Academy; Ensigns were often thought of a wet-behind-the-ears, but since the wormhole closing, those trained on New Bajor had a somewhat more intensive grounding in the fundamentals, given personnel and resources were truly finite stuck out in Gamma.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 11, 2021, 08:49:59 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

[Katra Station - Promanade - IDIC restaurant]
About that time, Winslow entered the restaurant and saw Juraan and some others form his crew. He made his way over.

"Mister Juraan. Lieutenant Winslow, Starfleet Security. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your captain." the officer said.

Juraan looked at him and nodded. "Fire away. I'm really curious to learn what makes you think he deserves to arrested."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 11, 2021, 09:43:28 am
Quote
"Ensign" he acknowledged professionally, giving her a nod of appreciation for being here despite only being posted to Katra a short time. He moved to the right-hand command chair as he spoke. "I appreciate this is somewhat a trial by fire, but I trust you're ready to man the Science station?" It was, of course, a a rhetoric question - despite the Aquila being a refit Constellation-class (or Aquila-class, as the lead vessel in the upgrade project), all Bridge position were of the standard LCARS layout, of which she would have had ample training at the Auxiliary Academy; Ensigns were often thought of a wet-behind-the-ears, but since the wormhole closing, those trained on New Bajor had a somewhat more intensive grounding in the fundamentals, given personnel and resources were truly finite stuck out in Gamma.

[USS Aquila]

"Commander." Smith said giving him a nod and a small nervous smile as she received a sense of uneasiness from the Commander of the ship.  "Oh, I am quite eager, sir." Smith said shocked the Commander acknowledged her so quickly.  "I have downloaded all the relevant data I could find on those ships and we should be set for any potential pitfalls, sir.  I think we are waiting for one or two more key ship personnel and we are off." Smith said as she flashed a disarming smile, hoping to ease everyones tense demeanor.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 11, 2021, 09:15:22 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

Juraan looked at him and nodded. "Fire away. I'm really curious to learn what makes you think he deserves to arrested."

[NPC Lieutenant Winslow]

Seth released a heavy sigh. He could already tell this wasn't going to be easy and the last thing he wanted was a confrontation.

"Mister Jurann. I just want to say that I'm not here to fight. I'm gonna be up front with you here. Ensign Bryson and I already believe the your captain is innocent. We're just doing what has to be done for the investigation. And Moreno isn't under arrest. He's just being confined to quarters until we can get all of this straightened out. Bryson and I were both working on it but he's since been called away on the Aquila so I will be heading the investigation for now." Winslow said as he stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Moreno wanted us to ask you about his computer and programming skills. What can you tell us?" he continued.

_____________________________________________________________________________

Jeb stood at his station and snapped to attention when Commander Saxon boarded. He listened to the exchange between the XO and a new science officer. Once their conversation was over, Jeb spoke up.

"Tactical is up and ready, Commander." he called out.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 11, 2021, 11:56:42 pm
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

[NPC Lieutenant Winslow]

Seth released a heavy sigh. He could already tell this wasn't going to be easy and the last thing he wanted was a confrontation.

"Mister Jurann. I just want to say that I'm not here to fight. I'm gonna be up front with you here. Ensign Bryson and I already believe the your captain is innocent. We're just doing what has to be done for the investigation. And Moreno isn't under arrest. He's just being confined to quarters until we can get all of this straightened out. Bryson and I were both working on it but he's since been called away on the Aquila so I will be heading the investigation for now." Winslow said as he stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Moreno wanted us to ask you about his computer and programming skills. What can you tell us?" he continued.

Cathy was torn on how best to help Finn.  While she wanted to cause a ruckus to show the station security that they can't just be locking people away without just cause,  Cathy also was fully aware that she couldn't risk her file being looked at too closely.  The Customs personnel were used to her ID glitching out almost every other time she went through - several had indicated to her (before the closing of the wormhole) that she should requisition a new ID chip.  But doing that then (when her current ID would be compared to the Federation Main database) would have flagged her as having false ID information. 

So when the Starfleet officer focused his attention on Juraan, Cathy was fine with that.  She could play the role of quirky side-kick and just offer encouragement to Juraan from behind and not be paid much mind.   Or so that's what she thought she would do. 

Unfortunately, when the Lieutenant questioned Juraan about Finn's computer programming skills she burst out laughing.  "I can tell you he's inept with anything more complicated than your standard verbal computer commands.  He went without an EMH on his previous ship because - and I quote  -'the installation program was beyond him'.  And well you and I both know those things are nearly Plug n Play."
 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 12, 2021, 06:24:52 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>


"Commander." Smith said giving him a nod and a small nervous smile as she received a sense of uneasiness from the Commander of the ship.  "Oh, I am quite eager, sir." Smith said shocked the Commander acknowledged her so quickly.  "I have downloaded all the relevant data I could find on those ships and we should be set for any potential pitfalls, sir.  I think we are waiting for one or two more key ship personnel and we are off." Smith said as she flashed a disarming smile, hoping to ease everyones tense demeanor.

At that, the old officer flashed a smile beneath his beard, his voice like gargled gravel in a throat of honey. "Magnificent" he replied honestly, "of that I have no doubt" and nodded at her update to crew status.


Jeb stood at his station and snapped to attention when Commander Saxon boarded. He listened to the exchange between the XO and a new science officer. Once their conversation was over, Jeb spoke up.

"Tactical is up and ready, Commander." he called out.


This was enhanced by Ensign Bryson's report that Tactical was ready. Again, 'Century' nodded to appreciation to the mature officer - it was a shame this call to action came before good news could be received from Command as to its ratification of his direct recommendation. Perhaps it would be the reward for coming back safely.

John sat down in his chair, fully conscious of the empty XO seat beside him and he lamented the absence of Lt Commander Beja. But the Aquila was no less a victim to stretched resources than the station itself, and certain sacrifices had to be made. But he was sure, if the need arose - and he fell in battle - Ensign Bryson would be the most appropriate officer to assume command in a crisis.

Eventually, and 5 minutes ahead of schedule (a fact Saxon would happily report to the Captain on his return) all Departments reported their readiness for departure; thus, he settled in his chair, back straight - ignoring the pull on his weathered lumbar - and issued the order. "Tactical: Yellow Alert. Science: tie in to our long range probe telementary and monitor updates to the situation. Helm; plot course for the convoy. Full impulse until we leave Katra traffic control; Warp 5 until we clear the outer system marker and then make Warp 8..."

He stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes as if to glare at the enemy from across the stars. "Go."

The mighty engines of the starship surged with the might of her dual cores, and she lunged forward like a hunting tiger.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 13, 2021, 10:29:19 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

[NPC Lieutenant Winslow]

Seth released a heavy sigh. He could already tell this wasn't going to be easy and the last thing he wanted was a confrontation.

"Mister Jurann. I just want to say that I'm not here to fight. I'm gonna be up front with you here. Ensign Bryson and I already believe the your captain is innocent. We're just doing what has to be done for the investigation. And Moreno isn't under arrest. He's just being confined to quarters until we can get all of this straightened out. Bryson and I were both working on it but he's since been called away on the Aquila so I will be heading the investigation for now." Winslow said as he stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Moreno wanted us to ask you about his computer and programming skills. What can you tell us?" he continued.

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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

Cathy was torn on how best to help Finn.  While she wanted to cause a ruckus to show the station security that they can't just be locking people away without just cause,  Cathy also was fully aware that she couldn't risk her file being looked at too closely.  The Customs personnel were used to her ID glitching out almost every other time she went through - several had indicated to her (before the closing of the wormhole) that she should requisition a new ID chip.  But doing that then (when her current ID would be compared to the Federation Main database) would have flagged her as having false ID information. 

So when the Starfleet officer focused his attention on Juraan, Cathy was fine with that.  She could play the role of quirky side-kick and just offer encouragement to Juraan from behind and not be paid much mind.   Or so that's what she thought she would do. 

Unfortunately, when the Lieutenant questioned Juraan about Finn's computer programming skills she burst out laughing.  "I can tell you he's inept with anything more complicated than your standard verbal computer commands.  He went without an EMH on his previous ship because - and I quote  -'the installation program was beyond him'.  And well you and I both know those things are nearly Plug n Play."
 

Juraan was glad that Cathy stepped in to reply to the officer because the Bajoran was taken aback about a small detail the security officer had said.

"That's true", Juraan confirmed Cathy's explanation. "But you said that Finn wants you to ask us about this ... why would he want you to do that? And what is it actually that he's being accused of?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 13, 2021, 08:01:20 pm
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

John sat down in his chair, fully conscious of the empty XO seat beside him and he lamented the absence of Lt Commander Beja. But the Aquila was no less a victim to stretched resources than the station itself, and certain sacrifices had to be made. But he was sure, if the need arose - and he fell in battle - Ensign Bryson would be the most appropriate officer to assume command in a crisis.

Eventually, and 5 minutes ahead of schedule (a fact Saxon would happily report to the Captain on his return) all Departments reported their readiness for departure; thus, he settled in his chair, back straight - ignoring the pull on his weathered lumbar - and issued the order. "Tactical: Yellow Alert. Science: tie in to our long range probe telementary and monitor updates to the situation. Helm; plot course for the convoy. Full impulse until we leave Katra traffic control; Warp 5 until we clear the outer system marker and then make Warp 8..."

He stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes as if to glare at the enemy from across the stars. "Go."

The mighty engines of the starship surged with the might of her dual cores, and she lunged forward like a hunting tiger.

[USS Aquila - Bridge]

"Tying it in now.  Looking for anything in particular?" Smith asked politely as she began her scans trying to gather as much intel as possible and hopefully find a weakness if any.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 14, 2021, 12:53:32 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

Cathy was torn on how best to help Finn.  While she wanted to cause a ruckus to show the station security that they can't just be locking people away without just cause,  Cathy also was fully aware that she couldn't risk her file being looked at too closely.  The Customs personnel were used to her ID glitching out almost every other time she went through - several had indicated to her (before the closing of the wormhole) that she should requisition a new ID chip.  But doing that then (when her current ID would be compared to the Federation Main database) would have flagged her as having false ID information. 

So when the Starfleet officer focused his attention on Juraan, Cathy was fine with that.  She could play the role of quirky side-kick and just offer encouragement to Juraan from behind and not be paid much mind.   Or so that's what she thought she would do. 

Unfortunately, when the Lieutenant questioned Juraan about Finn's computer programming skills she burst out laughing.  "I can tell you he's inept with anything more complicated than your standard verbal computer commands.  He went without an EMH on his previous ship because - and I quote  -'the installation program was beyond him'.  And well you and I both know those things are nearly Plug n Play."

Juraan was glad that Cathy stepped in to reply to the officer because the Bajoran was taken aback about a small detail the security officer had said.

"That's true", Juraan confirmed Cathy's explanation. "But you said that Finn wants you to ask us about this ... why would he want you to do that? And what is it actually that he's being accused of?"


So far, Seth wasn't feeling too bad about how things were going. The Wonderland crew seemed to be speaking pretty freely.

"He's being detained...." Seth began, "....until the investigation is over." He then went into the same details that he and Bryon had outlined for Moreno about the program originating form his quarters and spreading. "But he's insistent that he isn't very computer savvy and asked us to speak to you for verification. If he's as bad as the lady says, then it's inline with what he told us as well. It means we can turn our investigation toward other suspects."
___________________________________________________________

[USS Aquila]

"Aye, Sir. Yellow alert." replied Jeb. He activated the alert system and the amber lights around the bridge began flashing. He took it upon himself to cut out the loud ass alarm that normally accompanied the lights. The shields and defensive systems were fully activated and while the weapons were to remain off line during a yellow alert, Jeb had them ready to go at the flip of a switch. He heard the science officer ask for further information so instead of repeating the request, Jeb just waited for the Commanders answer.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 14, 2021, 04:29:28 pm
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Refugee Fleet - Some Time Later

The Aquila had been underway for some time, and was finally nearing its target.  Unfortunately, as fast as the vessel was, she could not outrun the inevitable. 

Sensors from the probe, the Aquila herself, and even the long-distance sensors of Katra Station back at the Trialus system were able to observe the event from multiple perspectives and degrees of detail.  The Wanderers had caught up to the refugees before the Aquila could arrive.   

The Aquila was mere minutes away, but her crew was- for now- left powerless except to observe what was happening.

Wanderer vessels descended into the refugee fleet and began firing particle weapons upon the smaller ships on the outside.  One attack ship would disable a craft, then a second attack ship would tractor it away from the main body, while a third would send boarding teams via transporter.  This was clearly a process they had practiced a great deal, as their operation was exceedingly efficient.   

Originally, only a single squadron of attack ships had been on sensors, but now it was clear that more groups were entering the fray.  Three here.  Five there.  Each group scavenging at the perimeter of the massive refugee fleet, an evacuation convoy that stretched for an AU from one end to the other.

The text messages from the refugee ships came in, constant and as frantic as mere text could be.  They had lost a half-dozen ships already.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 15, 2021, 10:55:39 am
(https://i.imgur.com/nDjpxF4.png)
Refugee Fleet - Some Time Later

The Aquila had been underway for some time, and was finally nearing its target.  Unfortunately, as fast as the vessel was, she could not outrun the inevitable. 

Sensors from the probe, the Aquila herself, and even the long-distance sensors of Katra Station back at the Trialus system were able to observe the event from multiple perspectives and degrees of detail.  The Wanderers had caught up to the refugees before the Aquila could arrive.   

The Aquila was mere minutes away, but her crew was- for now- left powerless except to observe what was happening.

Wanderer vessels descended into the refugee fleet and began firing particle weapons upon the smaller ships on the outside.  One attack ship would disable a craft, then a second attack ship would tractor it away from the main body, while a third would send boarding teams via transporter.  This was clearly a process they had practiced a great deal, as their operation was exceedingly efficient.   

Originally, only a single squadron of attack ships had been on sensors, but now it was clear that more groups were entering the fray.  Three here.  Five there.  Each group scavenging at the perimeter of the massive refugee fleet, an evacuation convoy that stretched for an AU from one end to the other.

The text messages from the refugee ships came in, constant and as frantic as mere text could be.  They had lost a half-dozen ships already.


[USS Aquila]

The data came in fast and true, and Smith was trying to keep up with the speed, as she wanted to ensure she was giving all the information she would need to relay to be accurate. 

"Commander, the data just came in.  The Wanderer ships are vulnerable on there sides and rear.  All of there weapons are pointing forward and if what im reading is correct.  They have the ability to transport through shields.  Because the wanderer shields are up and so are the refugee ships.  However, I do believe I have the frequencies for those transports and we can modify our own shields to prevent them from boarding us.  Give us an edge.  Ill send the data to Tactical so he may begin making the modifications." Smith replied as she continued to go through the data that came in.

"This is interesting." Smith said as Saxon looked at her.  "Sir, the refugee vessels are quite old.  I mean very old which is odd but what is really interesting is the fact they have a subspace particle on their hulls, similar to that you would find in a Subspace Soliton Wave, in theory whoever is on those refugee ships, may have either come across such a wave by accident, or actually have the technology that the Federation has experimented with but never mastered but they did.  I can only surmise that, those primitive warp vessels are using technology that are hundreds of years past them.  Someone or something, may have handed a pre warp civilization technology that they are ill prepared to use wisely.  Like giving a child a phaser and telling him not to press the firing mechanism." Smith added.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 15, 2021, 11:50:44 am
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

Juraan was glad that Cathy stepped in to reply to the officer because the Bajoran was taken aback about a small detail the security officer had said.

"That's true", Juraan confirmed Cathy's explanation. "But you said that Finn wants you to ask us about this ... why would he want you to do that? And what is it actually that he's being accused of?"
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

So far, Seth wasn't feeling too bad about how things were going. The Wonderland crew seemed to be speaking pretty freely.

"He's being detained...." Seth began, "....until the investigation is over." He then went into the same details that he and Bryon had outlined for Moreno about the program originating form his quarters and spreading. "But he's insistent that he isn't very computer savvy and asked us to speak to you for verification. If he's as bad as the lady says, then it's inline with what he told us as well. It means we can turn our investigation toward other suspects."


Cathy made sure she stayed close to Juraan, glad that he backed her up with her assessment of Finn's computer programming skills.  Sad thing was she wasn't lying. 

When Juraan asked about how long Finn was being detained and for what, Cathy was stunned.  "You're kidding us, right?"   It took a moment before she started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

"There's no way Finn could program such a thing.  If your investigation has led you to him.. then you're being played for fool." 

You might think that would be the end of that but no, Starfleet was being jerks and detaining Finn until they could figure out who did pull this off.   But there was no guarantee that they'd ever figure it out. So what would that mean for Finn?  Would he stuck in house-arrest for days on end?   

"So what's your evidence that he's involved?"  Maybe they if she and Juraan helped Security figure this out they could help clear Finn of all suspicion.

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 15, 2021, 01:27:02 pm
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

(https://i.imgur.com/nDjpxF4.png)

The Aquila had been underway for some time, and was finally nearing its target.  Unfortunately, as fast as the vessel was, she could not outrun the inevitable. 

Sensors from the probe, the Aquila herself, and even the long-distance sensors of Katra Station back at the Trialus system were able to observe the event from multiple perspectives and degrees of detail.  The Wanderers had caught up to the refugees before the Aquila could arrive.   

The Aquila was mere minutes away, but her crew was- for now- left powerless except to observe what was happening.

Wanderer vessels descended into the refugee fleet and began firing particle weapons upon the smaller ships on the outside.  One attack ship would disable a craft, then a second attack ship would tractor it away from the main body, while a third would send boarding teams via transporter.  This was clearly a process they had practiced a great deal, as their operation was exceedingly efficient.   

Originally, only a single squadron of attack ships had been on sensors, but now it was clear that more groups were entering the fray.  Three here.  Five there.  Each group scavenging at the perimeter of the massive refugee fleet, an evacuation convoy that stretched for an AU from one end to the other.

The text messages from the refugee ships came in, constant and as frantic as mere text could be.  They had lost a half-dozen ships already.


If it had not been that he was the commanding officer of the starship racing with all its haste to the flotilla, or had been alone, Saxon would have slammed his aged, calloused fists into the armrests of his seating, which was vibrating under the strain of its maximum speed. The Aquila had accelerated to beyond Warp 9 soon after leaving the Oort cloud, but even then was unable to reach the assault in time. Now the probe telemetry, recited by Ensign Smith, had painted a forlorn picture. The attack had begun - sharks picking off tuna in a sea of chaos.

And the was nothing they could do for another few minutes.

Even he, the old warhorse of wars innumerable, was helpless at the moment....

Wasn't he?

Something itched at the back of his mind - the germ of a plan, but a voice penetrated his consciousness.


[USS Aquila]

The data came in fast and true, and Smith was trying to keep up with the speed, as she wanted to ensure she was giving all the information she would need to relay to be accurate. 

"Commander, the data just came in.  The Wanderer ships are vulnerable on there sides and rear.  All of there weapons are pointing forward and if what im reading is correct.  They have the ability to transport through shields.  Because the wanderer shields are up and so are the refugee ships.  However, I do believe I have the frequencies for those transports and we can modify our own shields to prevent them from boarding us.  Give us an edge.  Ill send the data to Tactical so he may begin making the modifications." Smith replied as she continued to go through the data that came in.

"This is interesting." Smith said as Saxon looked at her.  "Sir, the refugee vessels are quite old.  I mean very old which is odd but what is really interesting is the fact they have a subspace particle on their hulls, similar to that you would find in a Subspace Soliton Wave, in theory whoever is on those refugee ships, may have either come across such a wave by accident, or actually have the technology that the Federation has experimented with but never mastered but they did.  I can only surmise that, those primitive warp vessels are using technology that are hundreds of years past them.  Someone or something, may have handed a pre warp civilization technology that they are ill prepared to use wisely.  Like giving a child a phaser and telling him not to press the firing mechanism." Smith added.


Maybe it was the situation unfolding before him, or the frustration thereof, but 'Century' barely restrained an audible blast of air from his nose. "Thank you, Ensign" he said back to her analysis of the Wanderer ships, "but I'm quite competent on strategies. Please direct insights to Tactical in the first instance." It wasn't their fault, of course, not for any of the new recruits. Katra had been through so much over the short years; it was almost impossible to believe what the senior staff, and the junior officer veterans, had experienced. Wanderers. Dosi. Gregari. Son'a. Jem'Hadar. All were familiar foes by now. And he personally had battled hundreds more over his 80 years of service. But every new officer felt like every encounter was brand new. It was, of course. But often just for them.

Immediately feeling regretful for the thoughts, and the frustrated tone, John addressed the secondary - and more pertinent - analyses: soliton waves. The proposal put forward by the Science Officer was very interesting, and the notion it was related to some evacuation propulsion could have some merit. But in his experience - especially if the Wanderers were still being backed by the Thinkers - presence of soliton residue suggested the Gregari  (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=11.msg58#msg58)had also been involved in some manner; the faceless swarm of sentient drones used soliton weaponry to potent use - it was more likely; maybe they were an initial aggressor, and the Wanderers had taken over the hunt. "Thank you Ensign. Work with Ensign Bryson to establish the best balance of shield integrity and transport disruption." The convoy of refugees snaked along a distance almost identical to that of Sol to Earth, and while it was important to hinder boarding parties, the attackers were numerous, and the Aquila's job expansive. Boarders could be handled by the Security teams. No-one could be helped if the shields fell because their effectiveness had been dimmed by a fear of intruders.

As the ship inched every close, his mind worked across numerous levels like a game of 3-D Chess. "Ops" he called out, "patch me in to the lead ship." This had been the one that had established initial contact.

"Aye sir" came the reply from the Petty Officer at the Operations station. "Patching you in." A pause, and then "You're on, Commander."

Raising his voice slightly, and sitting up straighter, even though there was no need - be it an audio channel and the Bridge pick-ups easily able to convey speech clearly at normal volume - Saxon addressed the refugee craft. "This is Commander Saxon of the Federation Starship Aquila. We are nearing your position."

The voice that came back was modulated. Almost artificial. And lacking in any intonation; the Universal Translator still processing the myriad of syntax from this new peoples. "FEDERATION STARBOAT. WE ARE UNDER GREAT ATTACK. RENDER AID."

Nodding even though they couldn't see him, Saxon nodded sadly. "We are monitoring the situation. I want you to do the following: all ships that are able to accelerate, do so now."

The voice came back, and it was noticeably improved; the natural voice of the being now coming through at times. "FEDeratION STArsHIP. WE CanNOt LeAVE OuR-"

"Your convoy is limited to the slowest craft in your group. If those vessels that can go faster do not accelerate now, they will endanger you all. Leave the less capable ships behind - we will protect them; your faster ships to make best speed for Katra station. We will provide an escort and hold off pursuit."

It was a bold promise. But the caravan could not be inhibited by the slowest craft; to do so spelt destruction for everyone. The Aquila couldn't protect a whole AU - so the faster ships had to be brave and leave their kin behind. The starship would hold the line and fight off the wolves that were preying on the lame.

"Starship Aquila. We....will do as you say." The voice was now almost devoid of artificial enhancement, the UT completing its syntax processing. Along with it was the tone of weariness. Of dismay and resignation. "We are communicating this."

"Convoy accelerating" came the report from Ops. "40% moving to Warp 5.5....6...60% are pulling away.". The Aquila shuddered as a wash of nearby warp fields vibrated over subspace.

"Reaching co-ordinates" came the report from the Helm.

Century thumbed the intraship. "Bridge to Hanger Bay. Launch all fighters; Warp conditions. Fighters Delta, Echo, Foxtrot to escort to the aft. Alpha, Beta and Charlie, engage threat forces Tactical: Red Alert. Torpedoes to max yield and target enemy contacts. Phaser batteries to interdiction mode." The latter would ensure that the enemy torpedoes would be destroyed before they struck the remaining refugees. The former meant that Saxon was not taking any prisoners- no second chances; any enemy struck would be down for good; the risk was too great to dish out mercy. "Helm, reduce speed to Warp 5. Continue along the convoy's Z-axis; keep as many fighters in range of weapon systems as possible. Science - Ensign: assess the Wanderer's drive systems; analyse for any weakness that can be exploited through the main deflector emitters. If identified, co-ordinate with Tactical for priority targets."

If the attack ships could be hobbled, it would only add to the small list of advantages the StarFleet vessel had against multiple, technologically adept aggressors.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 16, 2021, 10:54:23 am
[USS Aquila]

"Sir, going over the data I believe we can save the refugee ships.  But it would require tactical to modify a few torpedoes to emit a concentrated burst of Electromagnetic energy, in essence an EMP.  Its crude but it would take out the enemy ships even if we miss, it would detonate in a massive field.  But the refugee's would have to turn off all non essential power including shields, warp drive, life support, everything that requires power.  Shut it all down.  The Wanderers would then be the only ones to suffer the effects of the EMP.  They would lose everything they had turned on.  If they were smart they would need to do a hard reboot which would take roughly four minutes.  In that timeframe, the refugees would turn everything back on and they can escape and make it to Katra.  Its low tech and crude but it is a viable option." Smith said calmly.

"If that option is not viable, we could modify our navigational deflector to emit a tachyon beam, it would disrupt there shields and penetrate there hull that could detonate there warp core.  Either option is viable." Smith added as she made some quick calculations.

"I have also multitasked the calculations required to balance our shields to prevent boarding parties from arriving to tactical.  It isnt perfect as I had to do it in a rush.  But it would slow them down should they try while giving us adequate protection." Smith said as she sent the modifications to Tactical.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 16, 2021, 03:17:47 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

NPC Cathy Daniels


Cathy made sure she stayed close to Juraan, glad that he backed her up with her assessment of Finn's computer programming skills.  Sad thing was she wasn't lying. 

When Juraan asked about how long Finn was being detained and for what, Cathy was stunned.  "You're kidding us, right?"   It took a moment before she started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

"There's no way Finn could program such a thing.  If your investigation has led you to him.. then you're being played for fool." 

You might think that would be the end of that but no, Starfleet was being jerks and detaining Finn until they could figure out who did pull this off.   But there was no guarantee that they'd ever figure it out. So what would that mean for Finn?  Would he stuck in house-arrest for days on end?   

"So what's your evidence that he's involved?"  Maybe they if she and Juraan helped Security figure this out they could help clear Finn of all suspicion.

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

Inside, Seth couldn't help but laugh. Moreno's crew was supporting his claim of not being able to program. That he was, in fact, horrible with computers. Who can't do some sort of programing now a days?[/i] he thought.

"The programming originated in his guest quarters and while he has provided an alibi, there is only the word of those he was with and no physical evidence to support that alibi." Winslow informed them. He went on to be as honest as he could with them since it was an ongoing investigation. "We have where and when the program started. We know it was written in Ferengi. Now it's just a matter of if Mister Moreno launched it or if someone entered his quarters and launched it. That's really where we are at this point."
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[USS Aquila]

If it had not been that he was the commanding officer of the starship racing with all its haste to the flotilla, or had been alone, Saxon would have slammed his aged, calloused fists into the armrests of his seating, which was vibrating under the strain of its maximum speed. The Aquila had accelerated to beyond Warp 9 soon after leaving the Oort cloud, but even then was unable to reach the assault in time. Now the probe telemetry, recited by Ensign Smith, had painted a forlorn picture. The attack had begun - sharks picking off tuna in a sea of chaos.

And the was nothing they could do for another few minutes.

Even he, the old warhorse of wars innumerable, was helpless at the moment....

Wasn't he?

Something itched at the back of his mind - the germ of a plan, but a voice penetrated his consciousness.


Maybe it was the situation unfolding before him, or the frustration thereof, but 'Century' barely restrained an audible blast of air from his nose. "Thank you, Ensign" he said back to her analysis of the Wanderer ships, "but I'm quite competent on strategies. Please direct insights to Tactical in the first instance." It wasn't their fault, of course, not for any of the new recruits. Katra had been through so much over the short years; it was almost impossible to believe what the senior staff, and the junior officer veterans, had experienced. Wanderers. Dosi. Gregari. Son'a. Jem'Hadar. All were familiar foes by now. And he personally had battled hundreds more over his 80 years of service. But every new officer felt like every encounter was brand new. It was, of course. But often just for them.

Immediately feeling regretful for the thoughts, and the frustrated tone, John addressed the secondary - and more pertinent - analyses: soliton waves. The proposal put forward by the Science Officer was very interesting, and the notion it was related to some evacuation propulsion could have some merit. But in his experience - especially if the Wanderers were still being backed by the Thinkers - presence of soliton residue suggested the Gregari  (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=11.msg58#msg58)had also been involved in some manner; the faceless swarm of sentient drones used soliton weaponry to potent use - it was more likely; maybe they were an initial aggressor, and the Wanderers had taken over the hunt. "Thank you Ensign. Work with Ensign Bryson to establish the best balance of shield integrity and transport disruption." The convoy of refugees snaked along a distance almost identical to that of Sol to Earth, and while it was important to hinder boarding parties, the attackers were numerous, and the Aquila's job expansive. Boarders could be handled by the Security teams. No-one could be helped if the shields fell because their effectiveness had been dimmed by a fear of intruders.

As the ship inched every close, his mind worked across numerous levels like a game of 3-D Chess. "Ops" he called out, "patch me in to the lead ship." This had been the one that had established initial contact.

"Aye sir" came the reply from the Petty Officer at the Operations station. "Patching you in." A pause, and then "You're on, Commander."

Raising his voice slightly, and sitting up straighter, even though there was no need - be it an audio channel and the Bridge pick-ups easily able to convey speech clearly at normal volume - Saxon addressed the refugee craft. "This is Commander Saxon of the Federation Starship Aquila. We are nearing your position."

The voice that came back was modulated. Almost artificial. And lacking in any intonation; the Universal Translator still processing the myriad of syntax from this new peoples. "FEDERATION STARBOAT. WE ARE UNDER GREAT ATTACK. RENDER AID."

Nodding even though they couldn't see him, Saxon nodded sadly. "We are monitoring the situation. I want you to do the following: all ships that are able to accelerate, do so now."

The voice came back, and it was noticeably improved; the natural voice of the being now coming through at times. "FEDeratION STArsHIP. WE CanNOt LeAVE OuR-"

"Your convoy is limited to the slowest craft in your group. If those vessels that can go faster do not accelerate now, they will endanger you all. Leave the less capable ships behind - we will protect them; your faster ships to make best speed for Katra station. We will provide an escort and hold off pursuit."

It was a bold promise. But the caravan could not be inhibited by the slowest craft; to do so spelt destruction for everyone. The Aquila couldn't protect a whole AU - so the faster ships had to be brave and leave their kin behind. The starship would hold the line and fight off the wolves that were preying on the lame.

"Starship Aquila. We....will do as you say." The voice was now almost devoid of artificial enhancement, the UT completing its syntax processing. Along with it was the tone of weariness. Of dismay and resignation. "We are communicating this."

"Convoy accelerating" came the report from Ops. "40% moving to Warp 5.5....6...60% are pulling away.". The Aquila shuddered as a wash of nearby warp fields vibrated over subspace.

"Reaching co-ordinates" came the report from the Helm.

Century thumbed the intraship. "Bridge to Hanger Bay. Launch all fighters; Warp conditions. Fighters Delta, Echo, Foxtrot to escort to the aft. Alpha, Beta and Charlie, engage threat forces Tactical: Red Alert. Torpedoes to max yield and target enemy contacts. Phaser batteries to interdiction mode." The latter would ensure that the enemy torpedoes would be destroyed before they struck the remaining refugees. The former meant that Saxon was not taking any prisoners- no second chances; any enemy struck would be down for good; the risk was too great to dish out mercy. "Helm, reduce speed to Warp 5. Continue along the convoy's Z-axis; keep as many fighters in range of weapon systems as possible. Science - Ensign: assess the Wanderer's drive systems; analyse for any weakness that can be exploited through the main deflector emitters. If identified, co-ordinate with Tactical for priority targets."

If the attack ships could be hobbled, it would only add to the small list of advantages the StarFleet vessel had against multiple, technologically adept aggressors.

At Saxon's command, the klaxons turned crimson red, and this time, Jeb allowed the sound as well. It was a good reminder that shit had just gotten real. He then went about arming all of his torpedoes and setting the phasers to intercept anything the pursuing vessels fired. It had not gone unnoticed that Saxon did not specify where to target the torpedoes. They weren't here to cripple and injure. Some of these attack ships were not going home.

"Enemy vessels targeted, Commander." he called out to Saxon. "Ready on your command, Sir."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 16, 2021, 05:34:34 pm
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Refugee Fleet - USS Aquila

The flight bay doors of the USS Aquila yawned wide as fighters began to launch.  The old logistics carrier had once served as an important rapid response carrier during the Dominion War, helping to perform patrol and rescue duty in the Federation core while the first-rate ships of the fleet raced to battle.  In the wake of that conflict, she had been sent to training duties, teaching cadets how to operate a starship and pilot fighter patrols.  It was a fitting end to an old workhorse, to prepare future generations to take up the mantle.

But now, in the current crisis, she had been pressed back into battle.  Her mouth opened almost eagerly, as though she was anxious to return to her first duty.  Inside, her 'teeth' gleamed in starlight.  A half-dozen fighters were lifted into position by the bay tractor beams before rocketing out under their own power.  Each fighter- themselves relics from the Dominion War- carried an impressive arsenal.  These old dogs could still hunt.

Alpha to Foxtrot, they acknowledged their orders and sped into position.  Contact was moments away.




Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 17, 2021, 05:20:00 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

Quote from: James Bryson

At Saxon's command, the klaxons turned crimson red, and this time, Jeb allowed the sound as well. It was a good reminder that shit had just gotten real. He then went about arming all of his torpedoes and setting the phasers to intercept anything the pursuing vessels fired. It had not gone unnoticed that Saxon did not specify where to target the torpedoes. They weren't here to cripple and injure. Some of these attack ships were not going home.

"Enemy vessels targeted, Commander." he called out to Saxon. "Ready on your command, Sir."

[USS Aquila]

"Sir, going over the data I believe we can save the refugee ships.  But it would require tactical to modify a few torpedoes to emit a concentrated burst of Electromagnetic energy, in essence an EMP.  Its crude but it would take out the enemy ships even if we miss, it would detonate in a massive field.  But the refugee's would have to turn off all non essential power including shields, warp drive, life support, everything that requires power.  Shut it all down.  The Wanderers would then be the only ones to suffer the effects of the EMP.  They would lose everything they had turned on.  If they were smart they would need to do a hard reboot which would take roughly four minutes.  In that timeframe, the refugees would turn everything back on and they can escape and make it to Katra.  Its low tech and crude but it is a viable option." Smith said calmly.

"If that option is not viable, we could modify our navigational deflector to emit a tachyon beam, it would disrupt there shields and penetrate there hull that could detonate there warp core.  Either option is viable." Smith added as she made some quick calculations.

"I have also multitasked the calculations required to balance our shields to prevent boarding parties from arriving to tactical.  It isnt perfect as I had to do it in a rush.  But it would slow them down should they try while giving us adequate protection." Smith said as she sent the modifications to Tactical.

As both Ensigns Bryson and Smith voices carried over the room, Saxon briefly considered how he hated modern Bridge designs (a somewhat ludicrous and somewhat decadent matter to have entered his mind at the current time); back in the 'golden days', the control centre of a starship had a single chair for the Captain, able to rotate so to address all of the crew in turn. These days, the seating for commanding officers were set forward, with some stations behind & out of sight. Thus, he was unable to address Smith face to face, and even though the enemy ships were bearing down on the starship charging to the rescue, a small part of his consciousness toyed with the idea of standing up to do so. At least, inconvenient Bridge designs would have been the excuse; in reality the truth was that he hated being the focus - his was a lifetime career of being in the background, achieving the impossible for his commanding officers.

That, and the chair was damned uncomfortable.

By sheer force of will, he stayed seated as he replied to her suggestions, quickly and succinctly; unfolding circumstances did not allow for an extended debate. "The risk to refugee ships are too great for them to power down in the midst of an attack; there are too many incoming craft that could exploit their loss of power, and will take too long for reactors to restart, if they do at all. And whilst exploding enemy warp cores pleases me greatly" a small chuckle, quite at odds with the situation, escaped his throat before it was closed down by his professional tone, "their uncontrolled destruction risks the very ships we're trying to protect." Indeed, destroying the enemy was all well and good, but it would be a Pyrrhic victory if the violent detonations of reactors tore through the less-protected convoy ships; not to mention the deflector was a fixed-forward array - like all navigational deflectors - preventing a useful arc of fire for an exclusive means of attack.

"Compromise: modify your tachyon beam to disrupt their power systems enough to enable Tactical to deal with them at a more safe distance.

Ensign Bryson: fire at will at all priority threat forces, and identify viable targets for Ensign Smith to...apply her own brand of-"

The ship shuddered as the first barrage of enemy fire splattered over the Aquila's shields. Yet despite the new fury coming their way, all shots directed at them were shots not directed at the more helpless refugees. "They're in my sky" he stated to everyone, in a gruff, gravelled tone reserved for his most cantankerous of moods. "I want them gone."

It remained to be seen which would outlast the other - the shields of the Aquila, or the ever-increasing numbers of enemy fighters.

Yet if courage and resolve powered shields alone, no enemy could hope to breach them.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 17, 2021, 10:06:37 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

As both Ensigns Bryson and Smith voices carried over the room, Saxon briefly considered how he hated modern Bridge designs (a somewhat ludicrous and somewhat decadent matter to have entered his mind at the current time); back in the 'golden days', the control centre of a starship had a single chair for the Captain, able to rotate so to address all of the crew in turn. These days, the seating for commanding officers were set forward, with some stations behind & out of sight. Thus, he was unable to address Smith face to face, and even though the enemy ships were bearing down on the starship charging to the rescue, a small part of his consciousness toyed with the idea of standing up to do so. At least, inconvenient Bridge designs would have been the excuse; in reality the truth was that he hated being the focus - his was a lifetime career of being in the background, achieving the impossible for his commanding officers.

That, and the chair was damned uncomfortable.

By sheer force of will, he stayed seated as he replied to her suggestions, quickly and succinctly; unfolding circumstances did not allow for an extended debate. "The risk to refugee ships are too great for them to power down in the midst of an attack; there are too many incoming craft that could exploit their loss of power, and will take too long for reactors to restart, if they do at all. And whilst exploding enemy warp cores pleases me greatly" a small chuckle, quite at odds with the situation, escaped his throat before it was closed down by his professional tone, "their uncontrolled destruction risks the very ships we're trying to protect." Indeed, destroying the enemy was all well and good, but it would be a Pyrrhic victory if the violent detonations of reactors tore through the less-protected convoy ships; not to mention the deflector was a fixed-forward array - like all navigational deflectors - preventing a useful arc of fire for an exclusive means of attack.

"Compromise: modify your tachyon beam to disrupt their power systems enough to enable Tactical to deal with them at a more safe distance.

Ensign Bryson: fire at will at all priority threat forces, and identify viable targets for Ensign Smith to...apply her own brand of-"

The ship shuddered as the first barrage of enemy fire splattered over the Aquila's shields. Yet despite the new fury coming their way, all shots directed at them were shots not directed at the more helpless refugees. "They're in my sky" he stated to everyone, in a gruff, gravelled tone reserved for his most cantankerous of moods. "I want them gone."

It remained to be seen which would outlast the other - the shields of the Aquila, or the ever-increasing numbers of enemy fighters.

Yet if courage and resolve powered shields alone, no enemy could hope to breach them.


"Modifying the tachyon beam.  Maybe we should get someone to come up with a more viable deflector beam that rotates? one that 'can' be used as a weapon or perhaps an emitter much like our phasers to fulfill the same take but a Tachyon array instead? Something to look into when we get back?" Smith said making small talk as it seemed to her the Commander needed to get his mind off things a bit and calm down, so it was her subtle way to help.  "Done, the tachyon beam will not detonate warp cores but will disrupt shields.  If we can maneuver our way to get behind those bigger ships." Smith said as she thought for a second.

"As for the fighters, our ship is heavily shielded and would protect us from an EMP though, if we ignites the EMP around us as the fighters come in, they are too small and too unprotected the EMP would harm them more, but the refugee ships will not be harmed, however.  Our own fighters might be caught in the blast radius.  Though, we could tell them to get clear out to a certain distance, it would protect them but take out the fighters who come in to close.  Secondary option, is to figure out how to modify our phasers to emit an ion energy instead of nadion energy and disable them that way.  Though the ion beam has such a short range of effectiveness that the fighters would need to be close.  But would not risk being disabled by the EMP." Smith suggested once again as she wanted to give the Captain every avenue for a non lethal measures until ordered otherwise.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 18, 2021, 11:59:37 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

"Modifying the tachyon beam.  Maybe we should get someone to come up with a more viable deflector beam that rotates? one that 'can' be used as a weapon or perhaps an emitter much like our phasers to fulfill the same take but a Tachyon array instead? Something to look into when we get back?" Smith said making small talk as it seemed to her the Commander needed to get his mind off things a bit and calm down, so it was her subtle way to help.  "Done, the tachyon beam will not detonate warp cores but will disrupt shields.  If we can maneuver our way to get behind those bigger ships." Smith said as she thought for a second.

"As for the fighters, our ship is heavily shielded and would protect us from an EMP though, if we ignites the EMP around us as the fighters come in, they are too small and too unprotected the EMP would harm them more, but the refugee ships will not be harmed, however.  Our own fighters might be caught in the blast radius.  Though, we could tell them to get clear out to a certain distance, it would protect them but take out the fighters who come in to close.  Secondary option, is to figure out how to modify our phasers to emit an ion energy instead of nadion energy and disable them that way.  Though the ion beam has such a short range of effectiveness that the fighters would need to be close.  But would not risk being disabled by the EMP." Smith suggested once again as she wanted to give the Captain every avenue for a non lethal measures until ordered otherwise.

Eyes staring at the viewscreen, as enemy bolts fell like rain, 'Century' could hear Ensign Smith postulate in his direction. What was it about Science Officers, he grumbled in his mind. The new arrival was not too dissimilar to the unfettered, unfiltered verbal stream of a certain delightful red-haired Trill and once-Chief Science Officer of Space Station Katra.  But unlike that indomitable torrent of audible consciousness - a verifiable true & trusted library of out-of-the-box thinking - the Ensign had yet to earn that particular informal privilege. And one certainly did not try for it in the midst of heated combat.

"A discussion for another time", came his raised voice in response, the volume adjusted for both to be heard over the impacts to the shields and a tone fitting for a ship's captain that wanted his point to be absolutely understood. "Eyes on the job at hand if you please, Mister Smith." The gender-blind naval tradition of how senior officers addressed junior staff was older even than he. Indeed, even older than the El-Aurian herself.

Through this, he hoped that this terse, but categorical, reminder would steer the eager officer to direct themselves with a little more focus.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 18, 2021, 09:06:58 pm
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

Inside, Seth couldn't help but laugh. Moreno's crew was supporting his claim of not being able to program. That he was, in fact, horrible with computers. Who can't do some sort of programing now a days?[/i] he thought.

"The programming originated in his guest quarters and while he has provided an alibi, there is only the word of those he was with and no physical evidence to support that alibi." Winslow informed them. He went on to be as honest as he could with them since it was an ongoing investigation. "We have where and when the program started. We know it was written in Ferengi. Now it's just a matter of if Mister Moreno launched it or if someone entered his quarters and launched it. That's really where we are at this point."

To Cathy's mind, the station was outfitted with enough security camera's and sensors to be able to track a fly... so what was the deal with not being able to determine who launched this alleged program.   

"So?  What's the hold up?  Surely there are security camera's on that level to show who came and went from that level and section of the station... if not exactly that corridor and his room."

Even as she spoke, Cathy quickly did a mental inventory checking to be sure that she herself hadn't stopped by her Captain's station assigned quarters while they were on shoreleave.   It would suck if suspicion turned from Finn to her or Juraan, just because they were feeling social.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 19, 2021, 06:55:13 am
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Amidst the Refugee Fleet - USS Aquila

The two flights of fighters from the ship quickly took their assigned positions and opened fire on designated targets.  The enemy attack ships reacted almost immediately, breaking off of their prey and evading the incoming fire. 

A few of the Wanderer crews were caught on the ships they'd boarded, abandoned by parent ships which were suddenly fighting for their lives.  This was not new for them, but rather a hazard of their predatory business.  They pirated until the last possible moment, and any crew who couldn't be evacuated were expected to take over the vessel they'd been looting and bring it back as a prize. 

The Federation Fighters were not quite as large as their Wanderer prey, but they were able to hit just as hard.  Their phasers were capable, but the photon and quantum torpedoes they carried were even more so.  The fighters assigned to interception quickly took position and hammered the Wanderer ships, battering down shields and crippling the oversized engines of the speedy craft. 

Several of the enemy attack ships turned their attention to the Aquila herself, launching fusion missiles at the carrier ship.  Dozens of the inbound missiles streaked in, but met the interdiction fire of the Aquila's ready phaser banks.  The majority found themselves detonated by rapid-nadion streams which had been prepared by Bryson.  A few of the missiles made it past the phaser screen, detonating against the shields of the ship.  The ship shuddered and the shield integrity declined- down to eighty-percent- but held firm. 

The deflector beam was the icing on the cake, causing severe engine failure and core overload on many of the Wanderer vessels.  They were forced into emergency core shutdowns, or lost swaths of systems fed by the main core power systems.  A dozen Wanderer ships now floated lifeless and powerless, gradually tumbling end-over-end as the refugee fleet accelerated on, leaving them behind.

The Aquila had complete dominance of the battlefield... or so it seemed.

But squadrons of still-functioning Wanderer attack ships rallied.  Regrouped.  Came about.

The Aquila and her fighters were severely outnumbered, here.  Twenty of the Wanderer attack ships circled about in a newly-formed formation.  Their engineering crews made hasty adjustments, responding to sensor data from the disabled ships.  They brought their impressive forward arsenals to bear.  And then they rushed in with all the hostility of a people who had been born and bred into a life of piracy- accustomed to hunting the hunters who came to stop them.







Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 20, 2021, 07:59:53 pm
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

Ensign Bryson: fire at will at all priority threat forces, and identify viable targets for Ensign Smith to...apply her own brand of-[/color]"

The ship shuddered as the first barrage of enemy fire splattered over the Aquila's shields. Yet despite the new fury coming their way, all shots directed at them were shots not directed at the more helpless refugees. "They're in my sky" he stated to everyone, in a gruff, gravelled tone reserved for his most cantankerous of moods. "I want them gone."

It remained to be seen which would outlast the other - the shields of the Aquila, or the ever-increasing numbers of enemy fighters.

Yet if courage and resolve powered shields alone, no enemy could hope to breach them.[/size]

Without wasting time on a reply, Jeb began firing on the enemy vessels. He began with targeting the weapons and engines of the ones closest to the armada. The ones that were still a safe distance away didn't get such a courtesy. Then came the order to make them "gone" and he began unleashing Hell on them all as safely as he could. It began looking like a Fourth of July out there.
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[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

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NPC Cathy Daniels

To Cathy's mind, the station was outfitted with enough security camera's and sensors to be able to track a fly... so what was the deal with not being able to determine who launched this alleged program.   

"So?  What's the hold up?  Surely there are security camera's on that level to show who came and went from that level and section of the station... if not exactly that corridor and his room."

Even as she spoke, Cathy quickly did a mental inventory checking to be sure that she herself hadn't stopped by her Captain's station assigned quarters while they were on shoreleave.   It would suck if suspicion turned from Finn to her or Juraan, just because they were feeling social.

Wow! Security cameras. Why didn't we think of that? Seth sarcastically thought to himself. However, he took a deep breathe before speaking.

"Yes. There are cameras for security purposes but everything from an hour before to an hour after the specified time has been erased. We're looking into that as well to see who's security code was used for the erasing." he replied.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 21, 2021, 04:37:08 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC Restaurant]

Juraan followed the conversatioin between Cathy and the Security officer with growing discontent.

"I thought Starfleet acted on the principle that someone is treated as innocent until proven guilty. If Finn has an alibi, I see no reason to hold him. I would suggest that you first do the necessary investigation before unlawfully detaining someone. Finn has better things to do than mess with Starfleet security. He thinks of his business first and would avoid anything that could ruin it. Also, he - none of us -" he glanced briefly at Cathy, "could pull something like that. I also don't think Finn speaks enough Ferengi to create a program in the language. If he speaks Ferengi at all. So how about taking that as your next lead? There are enough Ferengis on the station, after all. And we all know they're capable of some things."

He paused to take a breath. "So, we're telling you Finn couldn't have done it. Is there anything else we can help to solve the mystery?" Juraan really wanted to help. Finn didn't deserve any trouble he didn't provoke.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 21, 2021, 07:00:42 am
<USS Aquila - Amidst the Refugee Fleet - >

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The two flights of fighters from the ship quickly took their assigned positions and opened fire on designated targets.  The enemy attack ships reacted almost immediately, breaking off of their prey and evading the incoming fire. 

A few of the Wanderer crews were caught on the ships they'd boarded, abandoned by parent ships which were suddenly fighting for their lives.  This was not new for them, but rather a hazard of their predatory business.  They pirated until the last possible moment, and any crew who couldn't be evacuated were expected to take over the vessel they'd been looting and bring it back as a prize. 

The Federation Fighters were not quite as large as their Wanderer prey, but they were able to hit just as hard.  Their phasers were capable, but the photon and quantum torpedoes they carried were even more so.  The fighters assigned to interception quickly took position and hammered the Wanderer ships, battering down shields and crippling the oversized engines of the speedy craft. 

Several of the enemy attack ships turned their attention to the Aquila herself, launching fusion missiles at the carrier ship.  Dozens of the inbound missiles streaked in, but met the interdiction fire of the Aquila's ready phaser banks.  The majority found themselves detonated by rapid-nadion streams which had been prepared by Bryson.  A few of the missiles made it past the phaser screen, detonating against the shields of the ship.  The ship shuddered and the shield integrity declined- down to eighty-percent- but held firm. 

The deflector beam was the icing on the cake, causing severe engine failure and core overload on many of the Wanderer vessels.  They were forced into emergency core shutdowns, or lost swaths of systems fed by the main core power systems.  A dozen Wanderer ships now floated lifeless and powerless, gradually tumbling end-over-end as the refugee fleet accelerated on, leaving them behind.

The Aquila had complete dominance of the battlefield... or so it seemed.

But squadrons of still-functioning Wanderer attack ships rallied.  Regrouped.  Came about.

The Aquila and her fighters were severely outnumbered, here.  Twenty of the Wanderer attack ships circled about in a newly-formed formation.  Their engineering crews made hasty adjustments, responding to sensor data from the disabled ships.  They brought their impressive forward arsenals to bear.  And then they rushed in with all the hostility of a people who had been born and bred into a life of piracy- accustomed to hunting the hunters who came to stop them.


Everything was going well.

Until it didn't.

The aged starship was proving her worth, showing the enemy craft that not being state-of-the-art was no substitute for skill, determination, and experience. With the undeniable expertise of Saxon, Bryson and Smith, Wanderer fighters blossomed into small clouds of plasma, all whilst keeping the convoy safe. It looked for all the world that the Aquila would soon be mopping up the remnants of the pirates, sending them on their way - towards a safe haven, or oblivion. Either was a victory.

But then the Wanderers' got smart. And the tables had turned; the risk of failure breathing down the necks of Starfleet.

'Century' knew all would depend on the next minute. And as the shields screamed with outrage at the newly invigorated enemy, who sensed blood, the Commander rifled through his experiences in response.

"Helm!" he called out. In the midst of a pause to account for a flurry of sparks from a station on the peripheral, Ops stage-whispered to their colleague at the station besides them. "He's going to throw something", the Petty Officer proclaimed confidently. "You wait."

If he was meant to have heard, John didn't make it obvious. He knew the rumours from that fateful day 20 years ago still resonated with some Academy graduates even today - he had no idea who was still circling them, but the tone that was conveyed, it at least gave them hope that all was not lost.

He hoped to make good on that.

"Helm" he repeated, now that the fizzing had stopped. "When I give the command, begin a continuous rotation along our the z-axis; one full rotation per second. Operations: increase power to structural integrity on my mark. Lock onto any enemy craft within range of tractor beams and release after one full rotation ("See?") Tactical: switch phasers from interdiction to fire free - all targets; maximum power." The Ensign would need to use the tactical computers to assist - even the skills of the greatest weapon officers couldn't hope to target every vessel manually, even without the spin the ship was about to make. "Torpedoes to maintain volleys at all viable targets". As the ship shuddered again ("shields at 57%!") Saxon called out to Ensign Smith, in some way conciliatory to their suggestions earlier. It had been the wrong time then - less so now. "Science: disengage tachyon beam", it was clear the action was no longer effective now the enemy had adapted their shielding. But in doing so... "Configure those ion pulse emitters you've been advocating; but don't waste on torpedoes - use probe casings; set for proximity charges; I don't want them affecting the convoy ships." The probes were less manoeuvrable, but less detectable, not to mention not depleting the already dwindling torpedo payloads which were doing sterling work all of their own. Any that were missed by the enemy would be an exponential benefit. "Bridge to Engineering."

The voice that answered was not that which was expected. Or perhaps that in itself was expected. "Engineering here."

"We're about to increase structural integrity for imminent sustained rapid longitudinal rotation."

There was silence, and the Commander thought he heard his words being repeated to someone in the distance. Then something being called back in the background that he couldn't make out. He was about to remind Engineering that he had used the word 'imminent' when the crewman came back. "We're ready, sir" they said, and then gave a polite cough. "Um. The Chief also said something about 'guts for garters'."

Saxon almost smiled. The sharp-tongued Chief Engineer was old enough to be a mother to many of the crew aboard Aquila and Katra; indeed, was a mother-hen to her team as well as the ship and station. Saxon was old enough to be her father, and as such was almost tempted to chastise her for such brazen reproaching, but as long as she kept the ship together, he'd let it slide. Otherwise, he'd have words in the afterlife. "Duly noted", he therefore said drily, "Bridge out."

Thumbing the channel closed, Saxon took a deep breath ("Shields at 47%!") and leaned forward. "All stations: go!"

Like a Catherine wheel of fire and fury, the Aquila began to spin, ventral and dorsal profiles alternating their exposure to enemy fire; shields distributing punishment evenly, and stresses on the generators lessened to some degree.

The ship, and her crew, were not done yet.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on August 21, 2021, 09:49:38 am
<USS Aquila - Amidst the Refugee Fleet - >

Everything was going well.

Until it didn't.

The aged starship was proving her worth, showing the enemy craft that not being state-of-the-art was no substitute for skill, determination, and experience. With the undeniable expertise of Saxon, Bryson and Smith, Wanderer fighters blossomed into small clouds of plasma, all whilst keeping the convoy safe. It looked for all the world that the Aquila would soon be mopping up the remnants of the pirates, sending them on their way - towards a safe haven, or oblivion. Either was a victory.

But then the Wanderers' got smart. And the tables had turned; the risk of failure breathing down the necks of Starfleet.

'Century' knew all would depend on the next minute. And as the shields screamed with outrage at the newly invigorated enemy, who sensed blood, the Commander rifled through his experiences in response.

"Helm!" he called out. In the midst of a pause to account for a flurry of sparks from a station on the peripheral, Ops stage-whispered to their colleague at the station besides them. "He's going to throw something", the Petty Officer proclaimed confidently. "You wait."

If he was meant to have heard, John didn't make it obvious. He knew the rumours from that fateful day 20 years ago still resonated with some Academy graduates even today - he had no idea who was still circling them, but the tone that was conveyed, it at least gave them hope that all was not lost.

He hoped to make good on that.

"Helm" he repeated, now that the fizzing had stopped. "When I give the command, begin a continuous rotation along our the z-axis; one full rotation per second. Operations: increase power to structural integrity on my mark. Lock onto any enemy craft within range of tractor beams and release after one full rotation ("See?") Tactical: switch phasers from interdiction to fire free - all targets; maximum power." The Ensign would need to use the tactical computers to assist - even the skills of the greatest weapon officers couldn't hope to target every vessel manually, even without the spin the ship was about to make. "Torpedoes to maintain volleys at all viable targets". As the ship shuddered again ("shields at 57%!") Saxon called out to Ensign Smith, in some way conciliatory to their suggestions earlier. It had been the wrong time then - less so now. "Science: disengage tachyon beam", it was clear the action was no longer effective now the enemy had adapted their shielding. But in doing so... "Configure those ion pulse emitters you've been advocating; but don't waste on torpedoes - use probe casings; set for proximity charges; I don't want them affecting the convoy ships." The probes were less manoeuvrable, but less detectable, not to mention not depleting the already dwindling torpedo payloads which were doing sterling work all of their own. Any that were missed by the enemy would be an exponential benefit. "Bridge to Engineering."

The voice that answered was not that which was expected. Or perhaps that in itself was expected. "Engineering here."

"We're about to increase structural integrity for imminent sustained rapid longitudinal rotation."

There was silence, and the Commander thought he heard his words being repeated to someone in the distance. Then something being called back in the background that he couldn't make out. He was about to remind Engineering that he had used the word 'imminent' when the crewman came back. "We're ready, sir" they said, and then gave a polite cough. "Um. The Chief also said something about 'guts for garters'."

Saxon almost smiled. The sharp-tongued Chief Engineer was old enough to be a mother to many of the crew aboard Aquila and Katra; indeed, was a mother-hen to her team as well as the ship and station. Saxon was old enough to be her father, and as such was almost tempted to chastise her for such brazen reproaching, but as long as she kept the ship together, he'd let it slide. Otherwise, he'd have words in the afterlife. "Duly noted", he therefore said drily, "Bridge out."

Thumbing the channel closed, Saxon took a deep breath ("Shields at 47%!") and leaned forward. "All stations: go!"

Like a Catherine wheel of fire and fury, the Aquila began to spin, ventral and dorsal profiles alternating their exposure to enemy fire; shields distributing punishment evenly, and stresses on the generators lessened to some degree.

The ship, and her crew, were not done yet.


Engineering Room - USS Aquila

When the call from Commander Saxon came in to Engineering the silver haired Chief of Engineering was sitting crossed legged on the floor next to an open side panel where herself and Gus, her blonde Scandinavian second, where trying to patch in additional power relays hooked to a backup of secondary power systems they had been patching together from components pulled from various non required  items within engineering room and the nearest rooms and corridors.

Do you really need a food replicator at a time like this?  No.. No sir you do not, I'll just remove this and this...  Lighting just outside engineering in the hall?  Emergency lighting will do for the time being.  Do you need your chair to smoothly swivel electronically at your fingertips right at this very moment? No of course you don't so give me the wiring and control panel system thankyouVERYmuch!

The reason she didn't reply was very simple.  It's hard to hit your com badge and speak when your hands are full of metal components and a Decoupler whilst you hold a tricorder in your mouth at a particular setting and angle to try and do 2 things at once.

Cat bet they never had this in any of the Federations simulators.  How to cannibalise your ship to keep the baddies at bay whilst taking fire - Part 4.

She could just make out the well heeled clipped bark of Saxons voice come through as Emily answered and relayed his message to her.

His timing was impeccable as always.  She raised her eyebrows at Gus who nodded that their hack job to increase power output and boost the shielding was up and ready to rumble.

She shouted back her reply and knew the last sentence would have at least 2 effects. One being to make Emily blush  at having to repeat it to the foreboding Commander and another to at least convey to Saxon how he better not blow this ship up with a quote that at his age he would understand.
 

She sighed.  Her father would have liked him.  God I bet he would have even offered him some of his prized homemade Tawny Port.  Not even she was allowed to take a glass without asking in writing in triplicate. She even felt guilty drinking it now he was dead.

Well if Saxon got them out of this alive she may offer him a wee dram. Hell she even bought a barrel of it on board Katra where it was in storage, currently disguised as an antique drinks globe.   Good thing she had at least 20 bottles of his last vintage hidden around Katra station in different spots as well... Never put all your 30 year old Port bottles in the same basket as her grandmother would say.

"Guts for what Chief?"  Gus asked, looking confused and wiping his face on his tunic.

"Guts for garters my dear"  Cat had heaved herself onto her knees with added sound effects and was tidying up around her like a zealous squirrel.  "...means if Saxon breaks this ship I plan to rip out his intestines' and fashion me some stay ups for my stockings out of them."

Cat caught the horrified expressions of some of the team who had overheard her explanation "Oh for goodness sake! Not literally!  I mean if he blows up another one of my ships again I will punish the man severely!..." Cat shrugged "I mean if he DID happen to die during this conflict and sickbay let me remove some of his intestines I wouldn't be opposed in making myself some garters from them....."

Cat steadied her hand against the bulkhead as the bombardment started. "Gus!  Tim!  Stay here, keep your eyes on the power input, make sure it remains stable!"

"Peaches!  Emily!  I want you to re-route as much additional power to Comms now... No one needs a Frappuccino at this time nor do they need lights in their quarters!  If we don't need it in battle then shut it down and bled it dry!"

"Everyone else stay at your stations and keep the juice flowing and shields and weaponry fed and watered!"  Cat exhaled "And if you have any deities please start praying to them.. Every little helps you know"

Cat scratched her head as the sweat dripped through it and wondered who on Earth was going to catch the space insect who was causing this butterfly effect and rip it's ruddy wings off.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on August 21, 2021, 10:21:32 am
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[NPC Lieutenant Seth Winslow]

Wow! Security cameras. Why didn't we think of that? Seth sarcastically thought to himself. However, he took a deep breathe before speaking.

"Yes. There are cameras for security purposes but everything from an hour before to an hour after the specified time has been erased. We're looking into that as well to see who's security code was used for the erasing." he replied.
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC Restaurant]

Juraan followed the conversation between Cathy and the Security officer with growing discontent.

"I thought Starfleet acted on the principle that someone is treated as innocent until proven guilty. If Finn has an alibi, I see no reason to hold him. I would suggest that you first do the necessary investigation before unlawfully detaining someone. Finn has better things to do than mess with Starfleet security. He thinks of his business first and would avoid anything that could ruin it. Also, he - none of us -" he glanced briefly at Cathy, "could pull something like that. I also don't think Finn speaks enough Ferengi to create a program in the language. If he speaks Ferengi at all. So how about taking that as your next lead? There are enough Ferengis on the station, after all. And we all know they're capable of some things."

He paused to take a breath. "So, we're telling you Finn couldn't have done it. Is there anything else we can help to solve the mystery?" Juraan really wanted to help. Finn didn't deserve any trouble he didn't provoke.


This officer was good, polite.  He managed to bite his tongue and not call her on her idiot suggestion, though he did huff a bit before explaining about the compromised video footage.  What the hell?  Was the guy suggesting now that Finn had access to station Security codes? 

Cathy was so glad when Juraan spoke up making a reasonable argument for Finn's release. 

She nodded in agreement before adding in more verbal fuel.  "Yeah and if you continue to hold him without just cause.  I'm gonna call for a lawyer on his behalf, and then make damn sure that you and your boss are held responsible for his loss of income - now and into the future... as we freighters gain a bad rep each time we back out of a job.  This unlawful detaining is impacting his livelihood, Mister."

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 21, 2021, 01:14:16 pm
Quote
"Science: disengage tachyon beam", it was clear the action was no longer effective now the enemy had adapted their shielding. But in doing so... "Configure those ion pulse emitters you've been advocating; but don't waste on torpedoes - use probe casings; set for proximity charges; I don't want them affecting the convoy ships." The probes were less maneuverable, but less detectable, not to mention not depleting the already dwindling torpedo payloads which were doing sterling work all of their own. Any that were missed by the enemy would be an exponential benefit.

[USS Aquila]

"Yes sir, disengaging." Smith said as she began sending the modification data to tactical to change phasers to fire ion beams instead.  Then sent the data down to the science labs to turn the probes meant for data retrieval into EM Mines instead.  As the Captain was right, it was cheaper using probe casing then torpedo casings. 

"Data sent to tactical and science is beginning to retrofit our drone casings for proximity mines." Smith said confirming she heard the orders.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 22, 2021, 06:43:42 am
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Meanwhile, at Katra Station...

Light years away, the USS Aquila was engaged in a life-and-death battle against Wanderer pirates.  But in the Trialus system, all that Solluk could do was wait and watch.  The reports came in steadily, but they were delayed by almost six minutes.  By the time Katra could see something or hear about it, it was long-since done and dusted.  An anxiety-inducing state of affairs.

To take his mind off of the struggles of the Aquila and the Refugee fleet, the Captain turned his attention to other reports about happenings on Katra itself.  Perhaps there was something small, something local, which he could turn his attention to.  Anything, even something tiny, which he could control. 

As Solluk thumbed through reports on his PADD, it turned out there was indeed something going on.  Something which was capable of stealing his attention away from the distant crisis.

He touched a control on his command chair.

=/\= Lieutenant Winslow.  This is the Captain.  Please report to the operational control center for a debriefing about your current investigation at your earliest convenience. =/\=




Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 22, 2021, 05:25:45 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC Restaurant]

Seth continued to listen to the Moreno's crew. While they seemed to be remaining calm, he could hear the disdain in their voices. He tried to keep things calm.

Juraan followed the conversatioin between Cathy and the Security officer with growing discontent.

"I thought Starfleet acted on the principle that someone is treated as innocent until proven guilty. If Finn has an alibi, I see no reason to hold him. I would suggest that you first do the necessary investigation before unlawfully detaining someone. Finn has better things to do than mess with Starfleet security. He thinks of his business first and would avoid anything that could ruin it. Also, he - none of us -" he glanced briefly at Cathy, "could pull something like that. I also don't think Finn speaks enough Ferengi to create a program in the language. If he speaks Ferengi at all. So how about taking that as your next lead? There are enough Ferengis on the station, after all. And we all know they're capable of some things."

He paused to take a breath. "So, we're telling you Finn couldn't have done it. Is there anything else we can help to solve the mystery?" Juraan really wanted to help. Finn didn't deserve any trouble he didn't provoke.

This officer was good, polite.  He managed to bite his tongue and not call her on her idiot suggestion, though he did huff a bit before explaining about the compromised video footage.  What the hell?  Was the guy suggesting now that Finn had access to station Security codes? 

Cathy was so glad when Juraan spoke up making a reasonable argument for Finn's release. 

She nodded in agreement before adding in more verbal fuel.  "Yeah and if you continue to hold him without just cause.  I'm gonna call for a lawyer on his behalf, and then make damn sure that you and your boss are held responsible for his loss of income - now and into the future... as we freighters gain a bad rep each time we back out of a job.  This unlawful detaining is impacting his livelihood, Mister."

"Listen Miss Daniels. I understand how you all make your living. Mister Moreno himself decided to take the confinement in lieu of other options. I was there when he called Mister Juraan here and told him to go ahead and handle the job you currently signed on for. Mister Moreno needs to remain here for the investigation and his options were confinement or we locked down his ship. Then you wouldn't be able to continue your contract." he said before replying back to Juraan.

"And I believe I have all the information we need from all of you. I thank you for your time."

Before Seth could stand, his comm alerted.

=/\= Lieutenant Winslow.  This is the Captain.  Please report to the operational control center for a debriefing about your current investigation at your earliest convenience. =/\=

Seth tapped his badge and answered.

 =/\=Understood, Sir. I'm on my way. =/\=

"Thank you again." he offered to the others. "I believe we will be able to wrap this up soon and Mister Moreno will be able to return to his ship."

He left the establishment and made his way to the nearest lift. On his ride, he wondered if Bryson had been able to inform the CO of what had been going on so far.

[OCC]

The doors separated and Seth approached his Commanding Officer and snapped to attention.

"Lieutenant Winslow reporting as ordered, Sir."
______________________________________________________________________

[Bridge - USS Aquila]

"Aye, Sir. Fire free, all targets; maximum power!" Jeb replied as his fingers danced over the console in front of him. He knew there was no way in Hell he'd be able to handle that order without computer help. The furthest ships were still being targeted at weapons and engines. This halted them from even getting in on the action. However, the closer enemy vessels were going being banished in all their glory. With the system handling the majority of the job, Jeb himself was holding on with all his might as the ship rolled.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 23, 2021, 06:14:51 am
[assigned quarters]
The quarters that had felt nice and almost luxurious compared to his small living space on the ship, soon felt very different. Having to stay here and not being able to leave for the gym, the promenade or his ship had the walls closing in on him. Plus he could not be sure that whoever decided to release the virus from his quarters would actually be found. If things went bad, he'd be taking the fall for someone else and end up a prisoner on Katra, which seemed ridiculous considering how many smaller fellonies he had commited outside of Federation space and never got punished.

Finn was staring at the screen, trying to get his mind off all this with a glas of tap water because he refused to use the replicator for beverages or food now.
He couldn't even make any calls out right now. The only open line was to security.
So he pressed the button. Security. If you don't want me to starve, you'd better get me some food because I am NOT touching that replicator.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 24, 2021, 04:02:29 am
<USS Aquila - Amidst the Refugee Fleet>

The darkness of space was dominated by the bright lights of a spirited defence by the Federation Starship Aquila, unleashing her potent power against those who had the audacity to threaten the defenceless, spinning in a manner that caused chaos amongst the previously organised enemy, as weapon locks unable to bring one of many traditional desirable targets (such as the Bridge or engines) under any manner of sustained and effective fire. Each rotation of the Constellation-refit requiring the enemy to attempt to re-establish their attack co-ordinates, and instead wasting time and power in doing so. Some more innovative pilots attempted to match the rotation with their own, but rapidly found themselves unable to take evasive action when the inevitable fighters from the Aquila bore down upon them, whilst some were ensnared by tractor beams and propelled - by pure centrifugal and graviton force - into the endless onyx, structural integrity fields and inertial dampeners screaming to their destruction.

Under the deft ministrations of Bryson, orange lances from the Aquila battered the remaining Wanderer craft like hammers of light; in some cases their shields already unable to withstand the heavy blows of just phaser fire and instantly expanding into a green cloud of super-heated plasma. Others began their last few moments more robustly than their unfortunate co-conspirators, absorbing the punishing rapid nadion onslaught, but soon realising this merely softened their defences which, subsequently and near immediately, completely crumpled in the face of devastating torpedo impacts, suffering the same fate as their - perhaps mercifully brief - collaborators.

Amongst the streaks of orange and bulbs of red, were the angry deep blue beams from the ion streams, unleashed by Miranda from the smaller secondary phaser arrays that had been cleverly and novelly re-purposed on the fly. Ordinarily, ions were easily and routinely dispelled by both general hull construction and basic navigational screens, mandatory considerations in any space-faring vehicles. But the prolonged engagement instructed hull breaches and fluctuating power grids, making the disruptive effects nigh-impossible to ignore. Among these agitated energy beams, quiet probes -  loaded with powerful ion pulse emitters - created small localised ion fields. Whilst thousands of times less powerful than a natural ion storm (a continuing hazard of interstellar travel) these focused area detonations merely added to the maelstrom of hurt that StarFleet was delivering.

Beneath the cartwheel of righteous devastation, the refugee convoy continued their sorrowful journey towards Katra, as three three fighters from the starship drove off opportunistic runs. Far beyond and in relative safety, the supplied fighter escort for those ships capable of faster transit picked off raiders that thought they were easy pickings - the hail of torpedo fire from the skilled pilots of Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot proved quite the contrary.

As another fighter disappeared into a blossoming flower of uncontained antimatter, it was clear the enemy had decided their losses were unsustainable. Like a flock of birds fleeing from a stalking predator, the last remaining fighters turned away from the Aquila almost as one, and began to accelerate to warp. Some pushed their engines to limits beyond possible by damage, and never again found safety. The rest vanished into points of light, leakages of drive plasma displaying a visible metaphor of the terror the fleeing craft that under other circumstances would have been met with amusement.

But such thoughts were from another day.

As sensors confirmed the enemy were indeed leaving the sphere of engagement, and not simply regrouping, Saxon finally instructed the ship to restore its orientation, and reduce alert status to Yellow. The respite would allow damage control teams to take stock of the wounds endured, and allow power systems to replenish their strength. Century cleared his throat from the dryness that had crept up during the battle, then opened the intraship channel across the ship. "Magnificent work, everyone" he stated honestly. "The name of the Aquila will be one spoken with shivering awe for years to come. Grab refreshments as soon as business permits." He closed the channel and rubbed his eyes before standing to stretch his back and legs. "Mister Bryson: grateful for a damage report at your earliest convenience: liaise with Engineering, if you please. Ensign Smith" he said, directing his attention to the Science Officer. "Prepare and launch a class-5 probe, enhanced for high warp, minimal detection; the fighters will have returned to a supply base - either the Wanderer's supercarrier, or an outpost nearby; I'd like to have a snoop of what, where, and why..." The class-5 probe, designed for clandestine autonomous missions, was as close as to a stealth craft outside the USS Starstalker.

As these works began in earnest, the ship banked back towards Katra, shepherding the remaining refugee ships to their own safe haven.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 24, 2021, 11:14:51 pm
Quote
Ensign Smith" he said, directing his attention to the Science Officer. "Prepare and launch a class-5 probe, enhanced for high warp, minimal detection; the fighters will have returned to a supply base - either the Wanderer's supercarrier, or an outpost nearby; I'd like to have a snoop of what, where, and why..." The class-5 probe, designed for clandestine autonomous missions, was as close as to a stealth craft outside the USS Starstalker.

[USS Aquila]

"Prepping the probe now and will be ready to launch momentarily." Smith said as she scanned space on a hunch.  "Might not know the what or the why, but I am detecting an ion trail left behind by there ships.  The computer is compiling data on possible trajectories they could take within the distance of the fuel consumption of those fighters.  The Carrier has to be close by and perhaps cloaked, setting our sensors to scan for tachyons." Smith said as she multitasked masterfully.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 25, 2021, 12:13:10 pm
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Meanwhile, at Katra Station...

Solluk swiveled at his chair when Winslow reported to the control center.

"Sorry to interrupt your duties, Lieutenant," Solluk said.  Behind him, a holographic display of the ongoing battle unfolded in the air above the holo-table.  Right now, it appeared that the USS Aquila was on top of the confrontation.  It took all of Solluk's willpower not to glance back at the display to make sure things were continuing to go well for the old carrier.  There was nothing he could do to influence the course of the battle.  He had to trust in Commander Saxon and the other officers of the ship.

"However, I recently became aware of an investigation against the Captain of the Wonderland.  This man has provided vital aid to the station on more than one occasion, so I feel a keen interest in the case.  If you could brief me on the progress of your investigation, and any evidence against the Wonderland's Captain, I would be obliged."



____________________________


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Near the USS Aquila...

The probe launched from the Aquila streaked through space at high warp speeds.  It only took a few minutes before it detected an anomaly.  The massive mothership of the Wanderers, a few light years away, tucked behind a rogue asteroid.  The rock it hid behind was 20 kilometers across, and consisted mostly of iron ore.

The Wanderer mothership itself was a massive tower of bristling weapons, unassailable by any force the Aquila could muster.  The nomadic pirates had been sent home to lick their wounds, but they would doubtless return to make trouble again in the future.



Meanwhile, at the Refugee convoy...


The Operations officer swiveled in her seat.  "Text message from the refugee convoy's lead ship, Commander.  It reads:  "Thank you, Aquila.  You have saved us."





Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 25, 2021, 03:37:02 pm
[Bridge - Aquila]

<USS Aquila - Amidst the Refugee Fleet>

The darkness of space was dominated by the bright lights of a spirited defence by the Federation Starship Aquila, unleashing her potent power against those who had the audacity to threaten the defenceless, spinning in a manner that caused chaos amongst the previously organised enemy, as weapon locks unable to bring one of many traditional desirable targets (such as the Bridge or engines) under any manner of sustained and effective fire. Each rotation of the Constellation-refit requiring the enemy to attempt to re-establish their attack co-ordinates, and instead wasting time and power in doing so. Some more innovative pilots attempted to match the rotation with their own, but rapidly found themselves unable to take evasive action when the inevitable fighters from the Aquila bore down upon them, whilst some were ensnared by tractor beams and propelled - by pure centrifugal and graviton force - into the endless onyx, structural integrity fields and inertial dampeners screaming to their destruction.

Under the deft ministrations of Bryson, orange lances from the Aquila battered the remaining Wanderer craft like hammers of light; in some cases their shields already unable to withstand the heavy blows of just phaser fire and instantly expanding into a green cloud of super-heated plasma. Others began their last few moments more robustly than their unfortunate co-conspirators, absorbing the punishing rapid nadion onslaught, but soon realising this merely softened their defences which, subsequently and near immediately, completely crumpled in the face of devastating torpedo impacts, suffering the same fate as their - perhaps mercifully brief - collaborators.

Amongst the streaks of orange and bulbs of red, were the angry deep blue beams from the ion streams, unleashed by Miranda from the smaller secondary phaser arrays that had been cleverly and novelly re-purposed on the fly. Ordinarily, ions were easily and routinely dispelled by both general hull construction and basic navigational screens, mandatory considerations in any space-faring vehicles. But the prolonged engagement instructed hull breaches and fluctuating power grids, making the disruptive effects nigh-impossible to ignore. Among these agitated energy beams, quiet probes -  loaded with powerful ion pulse emitters - created small localised ion fields. Whilst thousands of times less powerful than a natural ion storm (a continuing hazard of interstellar travel) these focused area detonations merely added to the maelstrom of hurt that StarFleet was delivering.

Beneath the cartwheel of righteous devastation, the refugee convoy continued their sorrowful journey towards Katra, as three three fighters from the starship drove off opportunistic runs. Far beyond and in relative safety, the supplied fighter escort for those ships capable of faster transit picked off raiders that thought they were easy pickings - the hail of torpedo fire from the skilled pilots of Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot proved quite the contrary.

As another fighter disappeared into a blossoming flower of uncontained antimatter, it was clear the enemy had decided their losses were unsustainable. Like a flock of birds fleeing from a stalking predator, the last remaining fighters turned away from the Aquila almost as one, and began to accelerate to warp. Some pushed their engines to limits beyond possible by damage, and never again found safety. The rest vanished into points of light, leakages of drive plasma displaying a visible metaphor of the terror the fleeing craft that under other circumstances would have been met with amusement.

But such thoughts were from another day.

As sensors confirmed the enemy were indeed leaving the sphere of engagement, and not simply regrouping, Saxon finally instructed the ship to restore its orientation, and reduce alert status to Yellow. The respite would allow damage control teams to take stock of the wounds endured, and allow power systems to replenish their strength. Century cleared his throat from the dryness that had crept up during the battle, then opened the intraship channel across the ship. "Magnificent work, everyone" he stated honestly. "The name of the Aquila will be one spoken with shivering awe for years to come. Grab refreshments as soon as business permits." He closed the channel and rubbed his eyes before standing to stretch his back and legs. "Mister Bryson: grateful for a damage report at your earliest convenience: liaise with Engineering, if you please. Ensign Smith" he said, directing his attention to the Science Officer. "Prepare and launch a class-5 probe, enhanced for high warp, minimal detection; the fighters will have returned to a supply base - either the Wanderer's supercarrier, or an outpost nearby; I'd like to have a snoop of what, where, and why..." The class-5 probe, designed for clandestine autonomous missions, was as close as to a stealth craft outside the USS Starstalker.

As these works began in earnest, the ship banked back towards Katra, shepherding the remaining refugee ships to their own safe haven.

"Aye, Sir." replied Jeb. "Reports already feeding in. I'll have it compiled momentarily."

Several moments went by as Commander Saxon dealt with his other concerns. Once it was all in, Jeb reported.

"Damage reports complete, Commander." he called and waited. Once Saxon gave him the go ahead, he continued. "Engineering reports that shields reduced to thirty three percent when all was done but they are coming back rather quickly with no other issues. Hull integrity and all systems running within acceptable numbers. Medical says they only have four injuries but it was from the maneuvers and not from enemy fire. Everyone else says they're staffed and ready to Charlie Mike." He ran his fingers over his controls once more and spoke again. "And Tactical is set and ready for your orders, Sir."
_________________________________________________________________________

[USS Katra, IDIC Restaurant => OCC
NPC Lt Seth Winslow

All comms from Captain Moreno was set to pass through Seth since Jeb was away so he wasn't surprised to finally here from the man on his way to the Command Center.

[assigned quarters]
The quarters that had felt nice and almost luxurious compared to his small living space on the ship, soon felt very different. Having to stay here and not being able to leave for the gym, the promenade or his ship had the walls closing in on him. Plus he could not be sure that whoever decided to release the virus from his quarters would actually be found. If things went bad, he'd be taking the fall for someone else and end up a prisoner on Katra, which seemed ridiculous considering how many smaller fellonies he had commited outside of Federation space and never got punished.

Finn was staring at the screen, trying to get his mind off all this with a glas of tap water because he refused to use the replicator for beverages or food now.
He couldn't even make any calls out right now. The only open line was to security.
So he pressed the button. Security. If you don't want me to starve, you'd better get me some food because I am NOT touching that replicator.

Seth grinned as he tapped his comm.

 =/\=Understood Mister Moreno. Ensign Pesha is right outside your quarters and will be more than happy to escort you somewhere for food. Just let me know where you decide so I can meet you there after my meeting with the Captain, please. Winslow out. =/\=

He closed his comm just as he reached the Command Center and reported in. He didn't have t wait long for the CO.

(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Meanwhile, at Katra Station...

Solluk swiveled at his chair when Winslow reported to the control center.

"Sorry to interrupt your duties, Lieutenant," Solluk said.  Behind him, a holographic display of the ongoing battle unfolded in the air above the holo-table.  Right now, it appeared that the USS Aquila was on top of the confrontation.  It took all of Solluk's willpower not to glance back at the display to make sure things were continuing to go well for the old carrier.  There was nothing he could do to influence the course of the battle.  He had to trust in Commander Saxon and the other officers of the ship.

"However, I recently became aware of an investigation against the Captain of the Wonderland.  This man has provided vital aid to the station on more than one occasion, so I feel a keen interest in the case.  If you could brief me on the progress of your investigation, and any evidence against the Wonderland's Captain, I would be obliged."

Seth immediately began filling in the CO with everything that he and Jeb had uncovered and also about all that was said by Captain Moreno's crew. He covered the program that was discovered, the lack of compelling evidence for the man's alibi at the casino, the vanishing video feed from that section where his quarters are located.

"I understand about everything he's done for us here on the Katra, Sir. But Ensign Bryson and I felt we would be remissed in our duties if we didn't investigate properly. However, after speaking to several customers and workers in the casino and his crew and with assistance form Engineering, I feel that Captain Moreno is indeed being set up. I actually plan to meet with him after this and inform him that he has been released from confinement." he said. "With your permission of course, Captain."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 26, 2021, 02:40:08 pm
[Finns quarters]
Just the cafeteria down the hall.
He replied and wondered why he wanted to meet afterwards.

Finn let the ensign in front of the doorvknow that he wanted to eat and was then escorted. It felt very strange to know his every move was being watched and he was believed to be a thread.
There was no use in correcting that impression so he proceeded to the cafeteria and hoped that the other people didn't clue in that the security officer was there to keep him contained.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 26, 2021, 07:35:27 pm
[Cafeteria]

NPC Ensign Pesha

Pesha turned to Moreno as they entered the cafeteria.

"Go ahead and have your meal, Captain. I'll take another table. Just please don't try to leave without me." she said.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 27, 2021, 04:41:18 am
<USS Aquila - escorting the Refugee Convoy to Katra Station>

[USS Aquila]

"Prepping the probe now and will be ready to launch momentarily." Smith said as she scanned space on a hunch.  "Might not know the what or the why, but I am detecting an ion trail left behind by there ships.  The computer is compiling data on possible trajectories they could take within the distance of the fuel consumption of those fighters.  The Carrier has to be close by and perhaps cloaked, setting our sensors to scan for tachyons." Smith said as she multitasked masterfully.

Still standing away from his uncomfortable seat, observing the actions among the Bridge crew as they busied themselves with After Action duties, John nodded to the Science Officer. "Understood. The Wanderers are not known to have cloaking technology", he pondered aloud, "but it's clear they have had some new upgrades of late - it's possible that their Carrier has had some additional modifications. Keep me updated with any developments (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=224.msg2323#msg2323)."

With a pause of consideration, he continued briefly. "And good work, Ensign." He meant it - the reclaimed El-Aurian's first foray into service under his command had been…interesting…to say the least. His initial concerns as to her lack of focus had finally melted away; it took, he knew from his own experience, the realism of mortal peril to bring their true duties into sharp relief; and whilst Saxon was not the type of ship's commander that encouraged debate during hostile engagements (perhaps something to reflect upon himself) he had to admit that the Science Ensign had put forward novel enough ideas to assist in turning the tide.

This time.

Still, she showed early promise. As promises were like seeds - they'd only bloom with frequent showers of action.

[Bridge - Aquila]

"Aye, Sir." replied Jeb. "Reports already feeding in. I'll have it compiled momentarily."

Several moments went by as Commander Saxon dealt with his other concerns. Once it was all in, Jeb reported.

"Damage reports complete, Commander." he called and waited. Once Saxon gave him the go ahead, he continued. "Engineering reports that shields reduced to thirty three percent when all was done but they are coming back rather quickly with no other issues. Hull integrity and all systems running within acceptable numbers. Medical says they only have four injuries but it was from the maneuvers and not from enemy fire. Everyone else says they're staffed and ready to Charlie Mike." He ran his fingers over his controls once more and spoke again. "And Tactical is set and ready for your orders, Sir."

At the damage report that came swiftly from the older-than-traditional Ensign, Saxon was once again impressed at Bryson's professionalism. In many ways, he saw himself in the Tactical Officer - a late entry into the Academy, working hard to prove that age was no barrier to expertise. But whilst 'Century' had been 'awarded' a Commission to Officer as a misguided retirement gift after 70 years as an Enlisted, originally reaching the top of the career ladder as Master Chief before a whole new bottom rung presented itself, James Bryson had come into the Service fresh;and whilst not inexperienced, John couldn't help but imagine the extra effort that had been necessary in the midst of younger, fresher - and certainly more arrogant - competitors; classmates that had - by and large - lived among Service personnel, through family or friends, all their lives.

Therefore, it was no mean feat for Bryson to have graduated third in his class;  to John it truly demonstrated the competence of the Ensign. As a matter of fact, the Commander was very hopeful that certain news awaited them on their return to the station.

But current affairs came first.

"Thank you, Mister Bryson. Recall all fighters, if you please. " he replied. The damage report was surprising light, given the one-sided battle they had emerged from, and it was obvious all hands contributed to the ship's survival. The casualty report was also particularly welcome; the prolonged 'corkscrew manoeuvrer' had certainly strained the ship's structural integrity, but the artificial gravity and inertial dampeners were the most stressed system besides the tactical array - most of the injuries were likely to have occurred during minor and local fluctuations over the grid; across StarFleet's history, those systems could, despite the ever-advancing technologies, never keep up with sharp motions, flinging crew around the ship when - on paper - the interior should be a completely isolated and stable environment.

Still remaining on his feet to avoid the chair - and his restlessness - John leaned over to the command chair's armrest control and thumbed the Intraship. "This is Commander Saxon to all hands. All standing Alpha Shift personnel", he said, referring to everyone who had manned posts during battle-stations; that was not to say other crew aboard did little through the combat operations, but Alpha led the efforts unless they had been replaced through injury, "to hand over functions to Beta or Gamma as appropriate and get some R&R. You've earned it."

He closed the channel and looked to Bryson with his gun-metal eyes. "You especially, Ensign.", he ordered kindly.



The Operations officer swivelled in her seat.  "Text message from the refugee convoy's lead ship, Commander.  It reads:  "Thank you, Aquila.  You have saved us."

Surprised to hear from the lead ship - he had somehow thought they had enough on their plates than to take time out to message the Aquila - John raised a bushy brow and smiled to Ops, as if to transmit the gesture itself. "Send a reply: your thanks is gratefully received but unnecessary; and do not worry. We'll always be ready. We won't let you out of our sight."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 28, 2021, 07:54:51 am
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Meanwhile, at Katra Station...

Solluk listened to the officer.

"It is always valid to conduct a thorough investigation, regardless of an individual's relationships to Starfleet or any individual officers," Solluk said.  "Though I do find it instructive to keep someone's character in mind when investigating criminal activity."

Nodding, Solluk continued, "Please do proceed to release the Captain if you are secure that he is not responsible.  However, I am very curious as to who could possibly wish to engineer his apparent guilt.  Do you feel this was a targeted set-up, or that he is merely a victim of convenience?  Did someone want Captain Moreno to go to prison, or did they merely find a convenient patsy for their schemes?  And what criminal is at the heart of this matter?"

The Captain shook his head, and finally did spare a look over his shoulder at the ongoing battle.  As he watched, there was a turn in the movement of the displayed ships.  It was clear that the Aquila had prevailed on the battlefield.  Solluk smiled slightly before returning his attention to the security officer.

"There will be a large refugee fleet arriving soon.  A lot of security will be posted everywhere, and traffic is about to become very congested and highly controlled.  Keep a close eye on the occupants of any shuttles, transports, or other ships that try to take advantage of this final opportunity to depart.  It could be that if there is a criminal on this station who set up Captain Moreno, they will see this as their last chance to get away once it becomes apparent that he is being set free.

We may not yet know who is at the bottom of this matter, but a guilty mind has the certainty of guilt, and may feel the threat of imminent capture.  In their flight, they may reveal themselves... if we are fortunate."

 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on August 29, 2021, 05:50:41 am
<USS Aquila - escorting the Refugee Convoy to Katra Station>



Still remaining on his feet to avoid the chair - and his restlessness - John leaned over to the command chair's armrest control and thumbed the Intraship. "This is Commander Saxon to all hands. All standing Alpha Shift personnel", he said, referring to everyone who had manned posts during battle-stations; that was not to say other crew aboard did little through the combat operations, but Alpha led the efforts unless they had been replaced through injury, "to hand over functions to Beta or Gamma as appropriate and get some R&R. You've earned it."


USS Aquila - Engineering room

As the crisp sharp tones of the aged Commander echoed through the ship Cat felt her shoulders visibly relax back into their normal position.

Well at least that meant for the time being the bombardment had past and all was well in the Galaxy once more. She looked around engineering at her stressed out crew.  Emily was secretly wiping tears of relief from her pale young face and the older Chief emphasized.  At least a good cry of relief was better at punching a wall panel. 

Cat unsubconsciously glanced down to her right hand and an old scar on the knuckles.

Cat stood up slowly.  Oh she really needed a deep muscle massage when she got back to the station.

"right ho everyone!"  Cat clapped her hands together for effect "You heard the Commander and I for one do not want to disobey him!  Everyone stop what you're doing.  Time to rest up my dears!"  She glanced at Gus "Gus call up the Gamma team to replace us, I'll wait until they've arrived to hand over"

Gus stared at his Chief "No Chief, I'll hand over to Gamma. Another 5 minutes isn't going to eat into my day and no offense Chief but you look like you need a decent meal and a really strong cup of tea"

Cat smiled at her Second and patted his arm "I'll agree but only if you join us for something to eat before we all hit the sack, I'll save you a seat"

Gus looked shocked "I should hope!  Get a really cold synth lager top in for me, a really LARGE one, none of their feeble pints Chief!"

Cat cleared her throat.  Just because it was dry nothing to do with the fact that she was eternally grateful her team were all unhurt and their usual selves again.

"Gus and I and heading to the mess to stuff our faces before we hit the sack, hands up who wants to come?"   Cat smiled as most of her small team raised their hands "Right we need a table of.."  Cat narrowed her eyes and counted the hands "....6!  I'll buy a real round of drinks for everyone once back on the station  if someone can get there ASAP and nab us a big enough table!" 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on August 29, 2021, 08:04:51 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - OCC]


Peter was in high spirits as he stood in the turbolift, which took him up to the deck where the OCC was located in no time. He had just arrived on the station today and was immediately assigned to duty. So he hadn't had much time to look at the promenade or other departments, but he would make up for that after his shift was over.

It was a special time to be out in this part of space. With the wormhole closed, there weren't many opportunities for assignment for a newly graduated Starfleet officer. Besides Katra, there was the USS Amalthea, which was to explore the Gamma Quadrant, and the USS Tempest, whose job was to patrol the sector. Basically, Peter hadn't cared where he was sent, but when it was finally Katra, he had been glad. Frontier Station had some exciting features and he had heard many stories and rumors at the Academy on New Bajor. They ranged from a legendary Dosi attack in which the station's crew had done outstanding work defending their ground, to a perverted Romulan commander who sacrificed his crew to protect his wife, who was also an officer. It all sounded pretty wild. But he would be lying if he didn't have fun with such stories.

Speaking of fun, he was eager to meet the station's female crew in particular.

Arriving at the OCC, Peter showed his assignment and duty roster, which had been signed off by the first officer, to the security guards and they let him enter. Peter looked around wide-eyed for a moment as he considered the heart of the operations center. He noted a cute Bajoran at the Ops station at the moment.

He knew his Captain was Vulcan and named Solluk. It wasn't hard to spot him. It appeared he was in conversation with a security officer. Walking straight up to them, he placed himself behind the officer but in the Captain's line of sight, looking directly at him with a smile and waited for his opportunity to speak.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 29, 2021, 10:15:43 am
<USS Aquila - escorting the Refugee Convoy to Katra Station>

Still standing away from his uncomfortable seat, observing the actions among the Bridge crew as they busied themselves with After Action duties, John nodded to the Science Officer. "Understood. The Wanderers are not known to have cloaking technology", he pondered aloud, "but it's clear they have had some new upgrades of late - it's possible that their Carrier has had some additional modifications. Keep me updated with any developments (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=224.msg2323#msg2323)."

With a pause of consideration, he continued briefly. "And good work, Ensign." He meant it - the reclaimed El-Aurian's first foray into service under his command had been…interesting…to say the least. His initial concerns as to her lack of focus had finally melted away; it took, he knew from his own experience, the realism of mortal peril to bring their true duties into sharp relief; and whilst Saxon was not the type of ship's commander that encouraged debate during hostile engagements (perhaps something to reflect upon himself) he had to admit that the Science Ensign had put forward novel enough ideas to assist in turning the tide.

This time.

Still, she showed early promise. As promises were like seeds - they'd only bloom with frequent showers of action.


Smith flashed a sweet smile as she returned to her duties, the compliment was quite nice particularly considering this was her first assignment here.  She glanced at the data, it didnt look like the typical data for a cloaking device.  But something was familiar about it.  Then it dawned on her.  "Sir, you wanted me to let you know of any changes, I have one.  At first I felt this was a cloaking device but it isnt.  Do you remember in the voyagers mission reports, a USS Raven?, it was assimilated by the Borg.  Two human scientists called the Hansens and there daughter Anika?.  Well, I believe the Wanderers are using a advanced form of the Hansens original technology that hid them albeit temporarily.  Refractive shielding.  The data is the same but different.  Its possible they improved upon this technology to service them." Smith said reporting in.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on August 29, 2021, 03:14:16 pm
[USS Aquila]

Jeb recalled the fighters as Saxon ordered and then began scanning for any enemy vessels that may have been missed or new ones that could have been incoming. His head came up form his console when he heard the Commander to ordered him to vacate the bridge for some down time. He thought about protesting but new it would be useless so he sent the message for the next appropriate shift to report.

"Aye, Sir. My relief will be here shortly." he informed the XO.

Once the relief reported in, he exited the bridge and made his way to the Mess Hall. He had decided on a hot meal, a hot shower and then some shut eye.
___________________________________________________________________

[Katra]

Seth listened as the Captain spoke about Moreno and explained about the incoming refugees. He gave a swift nod to his commanding officer.

"Understood, Sir. I will make sure everything is ready for our guests and we'll double patrols and times. And we will get whoever is behind this whole thing with Moreno. When the refugees arrive, Jeb, I mean, Ensign Bryson should be back as well. He's really good at his job. If anyone can figure it out, it's him, Sir." replied Seth. "I'm meeting Miter Moreno when I leave here. Hopefully, he can have some more helpful information for us."

Seth was dismissed and he made his way to his meeting with Moreno.

[Cafeteria]

Winslow walked in and saw Pesha sitting off at a side table, alone. He gave her a questioning look and she returned it with an eye movement. Seth looked in the direction and saw Moreno. He approached the man's table.

"Mind of I sit?"

He pulled out a chair and took it without waiting for an answer and then skipped the formalities.

"So we've spoken with everyone you mentioned. The casino backs your story of being there although we have no visual proof. Your crew agrees that your computer skills are shit but we just have their word for it. The Captain stepped in as a character witness in your favor. Take that into account with the visual footage from outside your quarters being erased, we have reason to believe that someone is setting you up. That brings us to you. Can you think of anyone that would want to set you up?" he asked. "And don't just think Ferengis because the code was written in that language. Another species could have bought the program."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on August 30, 2021, 12:09:36 am
[Katra Station - IDIC]

After Winslow left, Juraan looked to Cathy. He wasn't sure there was anything they could do right now. If he was confined to quarters, surely they wouldn't allow his crew to visit him. So he sat back down and would continue with his lunch with Tamani and Cathy for now.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on August 30, 2021, 12:15:19 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - OCC]


The security officer left which gave Peter his opportunity to talk to the Captain after he took a step closer. "Ensign Dannenberg, Sir. Reporting for duty." There was a boyish grin on his face as he looked at the Vulcan. Not that he expected to get much of an emotional reaction back from him.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 30, 2021, 04:09:31 am
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk nodded at the Lieutenant, making a mental note to say something positive about the man for his next review cycle.  He had been thorough and impartial.  In these troubled times, those were character traits that could make the framework for leadership.  Perhaps just as importantly, it meant his superior had trained him well.

When the Lieutenant departed, Ensign Dannenberg stepped forward.  Solluk blinked once in surprise at the man's approach.  During his conversation, he had missed the shift change.

"Take your station, Ensign.  It's going to be a busy shift.  Coordinate with Ops and see to it that we have a secure route to the VIP lounge from the transporter room, and that it is adequately prepared for First Contact.  It will soon be time to meet the leaders of these refugees and see what we can do for them... and find out what they can tell us about their situation."

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on August 30, 2021, 09:44:18 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - OCC]


(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk nodded at the Lieutenant, making a mental note to say something positive about the man for his next review cycle.  He had been thorough and impartial.  In these troubled times, those were character traits that could make the framework for leadership.  Perhaps just as importantly, it meant his superior had trained him well.

When the Lieutenant departed, Ensign Dannenberg stepped forward.  Solluk blinked once in surprise at the man's approach.  During his conversation, he had missed the shift change.

"Take your station, Ensign.  It's going to be a busy shift.  Coordinate with Ops and see to it that we have a secure route to the VIP lounge from the transporter room, and that it is adequately prepared for First Contact.  It will soon be time to meet the leaders of these refugees and see what we can do for them... and find out what they can tell us about their situation."


"Jackpot! First day here and we have a First Contact. I'll get to work right away."

He moved to the station to the right of the Captain's chair which was the Operation's Console. He smiled at the Bajoran woman who stood up when Peter approached. "I'll take good care of it", he said to her in reference to the station. "I'm Peter, hi."


(https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.iWFlPi0ea4kIuwaIuYCGAQAAAA&pid=Api)
The Bajoran nodded at him once but without reciprocating the smile. "Rolas."

"Nice to meet you." He sat down and logged in on the console. "Hey, do you happen to know someone who would be willing to show me around the station tonight?" He looked up at her with a smile. "You, by any chance?"

"Um ... No. Unfortunately." She turned to leave, but was stopped when Peter continued speaking to her. "Busy?"

"Yes."

"With what?"

"Washing my hair."

Peter looked after her with a sheepish grin as she left without waiting for another reply. He glanced to his right to make a dismissing joke about it, but realized that right next to him was just the Auxiliary console, next to that was the XO's console ... which naturally was vacant at the moment as well. Instantly, Peter felt like in school when his teacher would put him on a secluded spot in class because he would distract the others too much with his chatting and being inattentive.

Focusing then on the task at hand he called up the station's layout to find the transporter room closest to the VIP lounge. To his delight, there was a transporter room on the very same deck. Someone have had the ability to think for themselves when building this station. He contacted the transporter room to announce the guests that would arrive in less than an hour. Then he dropped a note to the security department for them to secure the way from Tansporter room 1 on deck 6 to the VIP lounge at the same deck.

After that was done, he checked to see who could prepare the VIP room for First Contact. "Hospitality Service? Nice!" He swiveled in his chair to look at Solluk. "How many do we expect to attend, sir?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on August 30, 2021, 01:10:55 pm
[cafeteria]
Finn had just sat down to eat, happy that his guard was keeping a bit of a distance because this whole situation was bad enough. It made him feel like a criminal even though he hadn't done what they thought.

A scowl graced his usually happy features when he forked the sauted brussel sprouts.

But suddenly the security officer from before showed up and sat down.
Finn crossed his arms and listened to what he had to say. Strangely enough he had no idea why them accepting that somebody wanted to blame this on him didn't make him happy. On the contrary. The brief relief was replaced by anger.
So with a dangerous sparkle in his eye replied.
I have no idea. I think that would be your job to find out. I only know one thing! I'm getting the hell away from Katra as soon as you release me!
He shoved his still full plate and and grimly asked.
Am I free to go? Is this bullshit done now?
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on August 31, 2021, 01:48:22 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

Smith flashed a sweet smile as she returned to her duties, the compliment was quite nice particularly considering this was her first assignment here.  She glanced at the data, it didnt look like the typical data for a cloaking device.  But something was familiar about it.  Then it dawned on her.  "Sir, you wanted me to let you know of any changes, I have one.  At first I felt this was a cloaking device but it isnt.  Do you remember in the voyagers mission reports, a USS Raven?, it was assimilated by the Borg.  Two human scientists called the Hansens and there daughter Anika?.  Well, I believe the Wanderers are using a advanced form of the Hansens original technology that hid them albeit temporarily.  Refractive shielding.  The data is the same but different.  Its possible they improved upon this technology to service them." Smith said reporting in.

John looked to Bridge ceiling briefly as he recalled what details he could. He hadn't heard of the USS Raven, but he had heard of the Hansens, and their also-assimilated child that had gone on become one of the Federation's most effective defences against the Borg Collective. However, refractive shielding was something he knew much of. At that, he stroked his beard and nodded with interest. It stood to reason there were always some countermeasures to detecting the Wanderer's carrier - the Goliath vessel put out an immense energy signature without it - ordinarily its huge hull did much of the work, which was often with mixed success; yet clearly there had been some upgrades in a new attempt to defeat Starfleet sensors. "Noted. Thank you Ensign. Please have the probe continue its study for as long as feasible, hand over actions to your Relief Shift and grab a break. Compile findings upon arrival to Katra. We're in no position to investigate further, nor are we suited for an engagement with the Carrier - but they're also not aware of what resources we now have in range. They're of no immediate threat."

It was true, of course. The Wanderer's huge vessel was strictly more than just a battle carrier - it was their home, and risking it was almost unthinkable. Even when odds were firmly in their favour, the Wanderers just did not risk damaging the only habitat they possessed - and given Katra's consistent victories, the odds of success would have to be completely guaranteed to even bring it into the same star system, let alone weapons range.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on August 31, 2021, 08:25:24 am
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)
Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk was caught unprepared by the question.  "I don't actually know how many to expect," he confessed.  "Maybe plan for two-dozen.  At worst, we'll have too much food.  I've never known anyone to complain about too much food."

____________________


Katra Station - Transporter Room - Two Hours Later

(https://i.imgur.com/ky31bps.png)

Solluk stood in the transporter room, standing beside the heads of every department, and also Ensign Dannenberg who was overseeing his arrangements to be sure everything unfolded to plan.  The reception committee included Commander Saxon, who had beamed over just prior to the Xhelos refugee's representative.  Saxon had come over with Bryson, and Solluk walked up to the man.
 
"I've read the Commander's initial reports, Mr. Bryson, and have reviewed your investigation here, initiated before you left.  I think we should rectify something before our guests arrive."  Solluk handed the man a small lacquered box.  "Your uniform is in need of amelioration."

Solluk smiled, "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

There was little time to celebrate before the high pitched whine of the transporter filled the room.  The Xhelos had elected to send only a single person to be their spokesperson.  It was Captain Phreth, the commanding officer of their largest evacuation vessel.

As Phreth materialized on the transporter pad, Solluk was surprised at the appearance of the man.  He had bold red markings on an otherwise gray oblong head.  There were no obvious eyes in his face, with a series of pits seeming to replace that feature.  The biological data the Xhelos had sent before beaming over indicated that they used acoustics to sense their surroundings.  This made the red markings all the more curious, since the Xhelos could not discern them.  Perhaps it was something which had evolved to deter predator species on their homeworld, in a way similar to various brightly-colored animals throughout the galaxy.

At least now the lack of visual data in the Xhelosian communications made sense.  They had no direct analog for it.  Their sensory pits did not render an image in the way that eyes did, or even in the way echolocation did.  It was a different mechanism of action altogether, which did not quite resemble any visual medium.

Captain Phreth tilted his body to regard his surroundings, a high-pitched hiss emanating from him.  The universal translator built into the Starfleet com-badges dutifully converted this hiss to a high-pitched voice, "Captain Phreth, of the Xhelos ship High Jumper, greets you on behalf of the Xhelosian people.  We come to you with hope and gratitude, through the Trantalus Gate."

Solluk glanced to Saxon, wondering what the Trantalus Gate might be.   Then he returned his attention to the Captain.

"On behalf of the United Federation of Planets' Starfleet, I welcome you to Katra Station.  This is my executive officer, Commander Saxon.  And this is Lieutenant Bryson, our Chief of Security."   

Solluk went on to introduce the remainder of the officers gathered here, before gesturing to the door.

"And now, if you please, we would like to show you to a reception in honor of this auspicious First Contact between our peoples."

Solluk led the way down the hall to the VIP Lounge, which had been exquisitely prepared.  Food and beverages of every description overflowed from a dozen tables, all screened to be sure they were safe for Xhelosian biology.

Upon viewing the cornucopia of foods, the Xhelosian Captain stiffened slightly. 

"This is an obscene amount of food," he remarked.




Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on August 31, 2021, 10:20:13 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - Transporter Room]



Katra Station - Transporter Room - Two Hours Later
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Solluk stood in the transporter room, standing beside the heads of every department, and also Ensign Dannenberg who was overseeing his arrangements to be sure everything unfolded to plan.  The reception committee included Commander Saxon, who had beamed over just prior to the Xhelos refugee's representative.  Saxon had come over with Bryson, and Solluk walked up to the man.
 
"I've read the Commander's initial reports, Mr. Bryson, and have reviewed your investigation here, initiated before you left.  I think we should rectify something before our guests arrive."  Solluk handed the man a small lacquered box.  "Your uniform is in need of amelioration."

Solluk smiled, "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

There was little time to celebrate before the high pitched whine of the transporter filled the room. 

It was a lot to take in for Peter at his first day. He now had the chance to meet his First Officer for the first time but there wasn't really to time for introductions since the representative would beam over any second. With Commander Saxon had come Security Chief Bryson to whom the Captain then walked over to hand him something. Along with his words, it was clear that Bryson had just been promoted. Peter smiled. "Indeed, congratulations!"



The Xhelos had elected to send only a single person to be their spokesperson.  It was Captain Phreth, the commanding officer of their largest evacuation vessel.

As Phreth materialized on the transporter pad, Solluk was surprised at the appearance of the man.  He had bold red markings on an otherwise gray oblong head.  There were no obvious eyes in his face, with a series of pits seeming to replace that feature.  The biological data the Xhelos had sent before beaming over indicated that they used acoustics to sense their surroundings.  This made the red markings all the more curious, since the Xhelos could not discern them.  Perhaps it was something which had evolved to deter predator species on their homeworld, in a way similar to various brightly-colored animals throughout the galaxy.

At least now the lack of visual data in the Xhelosian communications made sense.  They had no direct analog for it.  Their sensory pits did not render an image in the way that eyes did, or even in the way echolocation did.  It was a different mechanism of action altogether, which did not quite resemble any visual medium.

Captain Phreth tilted his body to regard his surroundings, a high-pitched hiss emanating from him.  The universal translator built into the Starfleet com-badges dutifully converted this hiss to a high-pitched voice, "Captain Phreth, of the Xhelos ship High Jumper, greets you on behalf of the Xhelosian people.  We come to you with hope and gratitude, through the Trantalus Gate."

Solluk glanced to Saxon, wondering what the Trantalus Gate might be.   Then he returned his attention to the Captain.

"On behalf of the United Federation of Planets' Starfleet, I welcome you to Katra Station.  This is my executive officer, Commander Saxon.  And this is Lieutenant Bryson, our Chief of Security."   

Solluk went on to introduce the remainder of the officers gathered here, before gesturing to the door.

"And now, if you please, we would like to show you to a reception in honor of this auspicious First Contact between our peoples."

Solluk led the way down the hall to the VIP Lounge, which had been exquisitely prepared.  Food and beverages of every description overflowed from a dozen tables, all screened to be sure they were safe for Xhelosian biology.

Upon viewing the cornucopia of foods, the Xhelosian Captain stiffened slightly. 

"This is an obscene amount of food," he remarked.



Peter regarded the Xhelosian with some sort of fascination and disappointment. He had hoped for some exciting females to come here, but the representative was not that. Or was he? She? Oh dear.
The young man nodded his head once in greeting while offering a smile when Solluk introduced him. Then he went with the group the relatively short way to the VIP lounge.

It had not been easy to select a vareity of food the Xhelosians might like. Since they had no real sense of vision - at least not in the common way - Peter hoped the smell of the food would be enticing for them enough. Additionally to that, he had asked the food to be formed in certain shapes like balls, rectangles and triangles instead of simply relying on the color of the food to be appealing. Peter wasn't quite sure if his plan would work and if the Xhelosians even had the ability to 'sense' shapes though he thought they should in a way.

"Captain Phreth, if I may ... We have here a selection of variant foods from the alpha and beta quadrant. I hope they will be to your liking, Sir."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on August 31, 2021, 10:55:34 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

John looked to Bridge ceiling briefly as he recalled what details he could. He hadn't heard of the USS Raven, but he had heard of the Hansens, and their also-assimilated child that had gone on become one of the Federation's most effective defences against the Borg Collective. However, refractive shielding was something he knew much of. At that, he stroked his beard and nodded with interest. It stood to reason there were always some countermeasures to detecting the Wanderer's carrier - the Goliath vessel put out an immense energy signature without it - ordinarily its huge hull did much of the work, which was often with mixed success; yet clearly there had been some upgrades in a new attempt to defeat Starfleet sensors. "Noted. Thank you Ensign. Please have the probe continue its study for as long as feasible, hand over actions to your Relief Shift and grab a break. Compile findings upon arrival to Katra. We're in no position to investigate further, nor are we suited for an engagement with the Carrier - but they're also not aware of what resources we now have in range. They're of no immediate threat."

It was true, of course. The Wanderer's huge vessel was strictly more than just a battle carrier - it was their home, and risking it was almost unthinkable. Even when odds were firmly in their favour, the Wanderers just did not risk damaging the only habitat they possessed - and given Katra's consistent victories, the odds of success would have to be completely guaranteed to even bring it into the same star system, let alone weapons range.


"Thank you Captain for the offer of rest but I do not require it yet.  I will remain at my post until we return." Smith said politely as she continued to run her scans right until the probe ended up out of range.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 01, 2021, 05:40:28 am
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

"Thank you Captain for the offer of rest but I do not require it yet.  I will remain at my post until we return." Smith said politely as she continued to run her scans right until the probe ended up out of range.

At the Ensign's...polite decline...at his instruction to hand over duties to the Relief, Saxon didn't turn his body, but his steel grey eyes did swivel towards her. Granted, it had not been made an order, but the new officer was certainly blotting her copybook; she had only joined recently, and yet there was a slice of unwarranted arrogance in the wilful, and repeated, ignoring of his directions that she had not yet earned. She may not need rest, but she had not banked the trust in her abilities; thus, as Commanding Officer, his duty was to the ship and its crew - the whole crew.  Bryson had clearly understood this, and whilst it was obvious he didn't particularly want to step away from his post with the same instruction, it was clear any downtime would be of global benefit.

His creased forehead hid a frown, and the Commander clasped his hands behind him. "Understood. But I need all active personnel to be as refreshed as possible. So, if there's an Alert from now until we arrive at the station, you are to hand over your station to the Relief shift. That" he raised his voice a small notch to make sure it was clearly heard, "is an order."

Pushing down a yawn, he realised that perhaps he should take his own advice...


(https://i.imgur.com/bh8PxkL.png)

<Katra Station - Transporter Room -> VIP Lounge>


(https://i.imgur.com/ky31bps.png)

Solluk stood in the transporter room, standing beside the heads of every department, and also Ensign Dannenberg who was overseeing his arrangements to be sure everything unfolded to plan.  The reception committee included Commander Saxon, who had beamed over just prior to the Xhelos refugee's representative.  Saxon had come over with Bryson, and Solluk walked up to the man.
 
"I've read the Commander's initial reports, Mr. Bryson, and have reviewed your investigation here, initiated before you left.  I think we should rectify something before our guests arrive."  Solluk handed the man a small lacquered box.  "Your uniform is in need of amelioration."

Solluk smiled, "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

There was little time to celebrate before the high pitched whine of the transporter filled the room.  The Xhelos had elected to send only a single person to be their spokesperson.  It was Captain Phreth, the commanding officer of their largest evacuation vessel.

As Phreth materialized on the transporter pad, Solluk was surprised at the appearance of the man.  He had bold red markings on an otherwise gray oblong head.  There were no obvious eyes in his face, with a series of pits seeming to replace that feature.  The biological data the Xhelos had sent before beaming over indicated that they used acoustics to sense their surroundings.  This made the red markings all the more curious, since the Xhelos could not discern them.  Perhaps it was something which had evolved to deter predator species on their homeworld, in a way similar to various brightly-colored animals throughout the galaxy.

At least now the lack of visual data in the Xhelosian communications made sense.  They had no direct analog for it.  Their sensory pits did not render an image in the way that eyes did, or even in the way echolocation did.  It was a different mechanism of action altogether, which did not quite resemble any visual medium.

Captain Phreth tilted his body to regard his surroundings, a high-pitched hiss emanating from him.  The universal translator built into the Starfleet com-badges dutifully converted this hiss to a high-pitched voice, "Captain Phreth, of the Xhelos ship High Jumper, greets you on behalf of the Xhelosian people.  We come to you with hope and gratitude, through the Trantalus Gate."

Solluk glanced to Saxon, wondering what the Trantalus Gate might be.   Then he returned his attention to the Captain.

"On behalf of the United Federation of Planets' Starfleet, I welcome you to Katra Station.  This is my executive officer, Commander Saxon.  And this is Lieutenant Bryson, our Chief of Security."   

Solluk went on to introduce the remainder of the officers gathered here, before gesturing to the door.

"And now, if you please, we would like to show you to a reception in honor of this auspicious First Contact between our peoples."

Solluk led the way down the hall to the VIP Lounge, which had been exquisitely prepared.  Food and beverages of every description overflowed from a dozen tables, all screened to be sure they were safe for Xhelosian biology.

Upon viewing the cornucopia of foods, the Xhelosian Captain stiffened slightly. 

"This is an obscene amount of food," he remarked.


Finally back at Katra (after grabbing a little time to freshen up himself), and for what seemed like a monthly occurrence, Saxon stood to starched attention as he finally met the refugees - and most notably this Xhelosian - in the...flesh? John wasn't sure if that was skin and bone, or some carapace, or something different entirely. What was also noticeable, was the lack of eyes. Both characteristics had long been encountered by the venerable officer, but there was something unsettling about them that pushed through his understanding and tolerances over 80 decades of experience. But, just as he had when meeting the Strangulous Stilettans of Jajazikstak, or learning the Ravenous Bugblatter Beasts of Traal was a misunderstood 'supra-belligerence linguistic' sentient society, John dipped his head in greeting. "Captain Phreth" he said politely, wondering if his voice was as recognisable in person as it had been over the Aquila's comms.

That done, and making a mental note to explore more about this 'Tantalus Gate' - which was probably as close as the Universal Translator could approximate - John took a moment to look at Bryson, sporting his new rank. He was as pleased as an old man could be that his recommendation had been received. The Ensig- Lieutenant - had certainly earned it, and 'Century' felt certain the Security Department was safe in his hands.

Among the rest of the welcome delegation, there was a new face, and it took a moment to identify them. Peter Dannenberg; he was, like virtually everyone around him, young and eager. But he had heard quite a deal about the Operations Ensign from Academy files, and whilst not all of it was...introverted...there was a dynamic about them that suited the challenging role.

As they moved from the transporter room towards the VIP lounge, Saxon hung back a moment to access his Administrative PADD. The sky around Katra was literally filled with the refugee vessels of various sizes, making traffic in the system both problematic and, in the case of the regular fighter patrols and the Firechain Grid, somewhat obstructive.

Perhaps it was his age, but John was too used to nasty surprises these days; and thus he messaged the OCC for a text report on the fleet's current situation - from weapon status of those that had been armed, to sublight drive readiness.

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on September 01, 2021, 10:03:19 pm
[cafeteria]

[NPC Lt Seth Moreno]

Finn had just sat down to eat, happy that his guard was keeping a bit of a distance because this whole situation was bad enough. It made him feel like a criminal even though he hadn't done what they thought.

A scowl graced his usually happy features when he forked the sauted brussel sprouts.

But suddenly the security officer from before showed up and sat down.
Finn crossed his arms and listened to what he had to say. Strangely enough he had no idea why them accepting that somebody wanted to blame this on him didn't make him happy. On the contrary. The brief relief was replaced by anger.
So with a dangerous sparkle in his eye replied.
I have no idea. I think that would be your job to find out. I only know one thing! I'm getting the hell away from Katra as soon as you release me!
He shoved his still full plate and and grimly asked.
Am I free to go? Is this bullshit done now?

Seth released another heavy sigh. He seemed to being doing that a lot lately.

"I understand that's it's part of my job to figure it out but if there's anyone that's out to get you, then you, of all people, would know who it was. But you know what? Yes. You're free to go. Go as far as you want and we will figure out who did this and exonerate your good name." he said. "Thank you for your cooperation." Seth had more to do than listen to Moreno whine about being detained so he stood to leave.
____________________________________________________________________________
Katra Station - Transporter Room - Two Hours Later
(https://i.imgur.com/eoJaV4x.png)

(https://i.imgur.com/ky31bps.png)

Solluk stood in the transporter room, standing beside the heads of every department, and also Ensign Dannenberg who was overseeing his arrangements to be sure everything unfolded to plan.  The reception committee included Commander Saxon, who had beamed over just prior to the Xhelos refugee's representative.  Saxon had come over with Bryson, and Solluk walked up to the man.
 
"I've read the Commander's initial reports, Mr. Bryson, and have reviewed your investigation here, initiated before you left.  I think we should rectify something before our guests arrive."  Solluk handed the man a small lacquered box.  "Your uniform is in need of amelioration."

Solluk smiled, "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

There was little time to celebrate before the high pitched whine of the transporter filled the room.  The Xhelos had elected to send only a single person to be their spokesperson.  It was Captain Phreth, the commanding officer of their largest evacuation vessel.

As Phreth materialized on the transporter pad, Solluk was surprised at the appearance of the man.  He had bold red markings on an otherwise gray oblong head.  There were no obvious eyes in his face, with a series of pits seeming to replace that feature.  The biological data the Xhelos had sent before beaming over indicated that they used acoustics to sense their surroundings.  This made the red markings all the more curious, since the Xhelos could not discern them.  Perhaps it was something which had evolved to deter predator species on their homeworld, in a way similar to various brightly-colored animals throughout the galaxy.

At least now the lack of visual data in the Xhelosian communications made sense.  They had no direct analog for it.  Their sensory pits did not render an image in the way that eyes did, or even in the way echolocation did.  It was a different mechanism of action altogether, which did not quite resemble any visual medium.

Captain Phreth tilted his body to regard his surroundings, a high-pitched hiss emanating from him.  The universal translator built into the Starfleet com-badges dutifully converted this hiss to a high-pitched voice, "Captain Phreth, of the Xhelos ship High Jumper, greets you on behalf of the Xhelosian people.  We come to you with hope and gratitude, through the Trantalus Gate."

Solluk glanced to Saxon, wondering what the Trantalus Gate might be.   Then he returned his attention to the Captain.

"On behalf of the United Federation of Planets' Starfleet, I welcome you to Katra Station.  This is my executive officer, Commander Saxon.  And this is Lieutenant Bryson, our Chief of Security."   

Solluk went on to introduce the remainder of the officers gathered here, before gesturing to the door.

"And now, if you please, we would like to show you to a reception in honor of this auspicious First Contact between our peoples."

Solluk led the way down the hall to the VIP Lounge, which had been exquisitely prepared.  Food and beverages of every description overflowed from a dozen tables, all screened to be sure they were safe for Xhelosian biology.

Upon viewing the cornucopia of foods, the Xhelosian Captain stiffened slightly. 

"This is an obscene amount of food," he remarked.


"Sir?" Jeb began when the CO mentioned his uniform and then stopped short when he was presented with his new pip.

"Wow. Thank you sir. I'm honored." he said as he accepted it.

The transporter whine turned his attention back to the task at hand. Their visitors arrived and the captain spoke for a few moments before escorting all of them to the banquet.

Jeb approached the XO as the others filed out.

"I just wanted to thank you, sir." he said to Saxon as he showed him the new rank insignia. "I'd be honored if you'd pin it on, Commander."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 02, 2021, 05:12:22 am
<Katra Station - Transporter Room >


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Katra Station - Transporter Room - Two Hours Later
"Sir?" Jeb began when the CO mentioned his uniform and then stopped short when he was presented with his new pip.

"Wow. Thank you sir. I'm honored." he said as he accepted it.

The transporter whine turned his attention back to the task at hand. Their visitors arrived and the captain spoke for a few moments before escorting all of them to the banquet.

Jeb approached the XO as the others filed out.

"I just wanted to thank you, sir." he said to Saxon as he showed him the new rank insignia. "I'd be honored if you'd pin it on, Commander."

Smiling, the old officer was about to clap the newly promoted Lieutenant on the shoulder before heading off, when Bryson asked that it be he that applied it to his collar. That stopped Saxon his tracks, and it took a moment for John to wonder why the request him so.

Upon Katra, it had been usual practice for Captain Solluk to present the new 'pips' to officers; to hand an ornate presentation box, but with the intention that they add the pip to themselves. Saxon supposed it was a way of owning their own promotion rather than bestowing it. It was a characteristically deep and meaningful gesture from the Vulcan CO, and it had enabled the crew of this station to feel that any promotion was a matter of ceremony rather than function; but that respect of a member of the crew's personal space was also paramount, and thus the manner of how the pin was applied was less important than how it was presented.

But in the wider Service, StarFleet procedure was that a Captain - or the Commanding Officer - adorned these by ritual. A ritual that - in stark contrast to his time as a seasoned Enlisted (where promotions were thrown to the recipient in a rowdy Mess Hall with some scandalous comment from the most senior NonCOm) - was dreamt of by Academy cadets from their very first day. In spite of himself, 'Century' almost smiled, realising that Bryson was still yet to appreciate the advantages of serving under such a Captain upon Starfleet's most distant asset.

But right now, John was honoured to have been asked to administer this symbol of the trust and respect upon the new Security Chief. "No need to thank me, Mister" he said kindly. "This is all through you." He reached out and plucked the pip from the box. "For sterling and exemplary performance in the line of duty, you are promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, with all the privileges and responsibilities therein." With that, he applied the pip to Bryson's collar, and stuck out his hand in a warm punctuation. "Congratulations, Lieutenant."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on September 02, 2021, 05:25:47 am
Katra Station - CoE office
 
"Chief!  Will you STOP moving or I'll never get this done!"  Ensign Emily Parker actually raised her voice in frustration at the Chief of Engineering as the older woman sat in her chair and fidgeted like a 4 year old on a sugar rush.

Cat sighed and stopped swinging her legs about under her chair.   From the corner of her office the sarcastic tones of Crewman rohl Th'rhaatrit, the Andorran head of the dry dock floated through the air "Are we there yet?"

Cat waved a finger in his general direction "No and if I hear another word from you I'm turning this station round! How are we doing Peaches?"

The tall thin male swiveled his chair round and actually smiled a proper smile which would unnerve anyone not used to it.

"Chief, I'm happy to report we have triple checked every circuit and scanned the entire station for any evidence of evil saboteurs who may have mucked  around with our systems and everything is OK.  We also have double the amount of normal components safe and sound in each main area JUST in case something does go wrong and we have double shifts again JUST in case for the time being until it's all done and dusted. So stop panicking, nothing is going to happen"

He stretched his longs arms above his head

"I myself am prepared with 4 packed lunches and...."  Peaches looked into a bag that was currently under his desk "3 flasks of fluid.. From Biscuits..." The Andorran blushed a deeper blue.  "...to sustain me during my long and arduous cover  for you Chief in the safety of your office"

He felt the stares of the 2 females in the room fall onto him "What?!  I burn a lot of calories!  I need to eat lots!  Don't judge me!"

"That wasn't what we were looking at you for Peaches.... Biscuits made you lunches?!"  Biscuits was the nickname of his Terran girlfriend who also worked at the shipyard and who could happily live off biscuits and cookies if it was humanly possible.

The Andoraan looked at the large amount of food and drink in the bag again and grinned "What?!  I made her lunch yesterday... We alternate.. And I'm replicating dinner tonight...."

"Its Ok, we won't say anything you modern male you!"  Cat laughed.

The sound of a final snip of scissors filled the air "And done Chief!  New hair style as requested... Well... Like the old one but more... Pixie Chief!"

"Oh you angel!"   

One thing a good CoE needs to know is their team's strengths and weaknesses. Emily was very VERY good as an engineer and also the art of hairdressing coming from a long line of professional male beauticians but melted at public speaking. Well more like started to cry horribly until her face swelled up and she had a panic attack.  So in exchange for a trim every now and then Emily was spared the toe curling task of speaking to anyone new until she got to know them better.

After removing the floor length cape to protect her dress uniform underneath Cat closed her eyes as the Ensign used a hand held micro diffuser to gently remove any stray hairs from her face, neck andDécolleté area  that plagued every female ever undergoing a haircut.

From somewhere Emily produced a holographic 3 sided mirror and set it down on the table for Cat to look into.
 
Cat smiled and patted her trim new pixie cut.

"Brings out your cheekbones Chief! You're all set for another fun filled "do" with the top staff!  Fun all round!"

Cat puffed her cheeks out and stood up.  "So you two are going to be OK monitoring everything from here?"

Peaches reached under his desk and removed a yellow bag and matching flask, got up and plonked them on the Chiefs desk "These are for you Emily, Biscuits didn't want you getting hungry either in case the party dragged on"

Emily opened the bag to peer inside and squealed happily.  "Ohhhh! Ham, mustard and cheese sarnies, my fav! and cake and snacks... So many snacks!"

Cat shook her head.  "just don't spill anything on anything important and wipe the desks down after. I don't want to come back and put my arm in drying mustard people."

Cat moved out the door and turned round "Now be good and Mummy will be home as soon as she can.  No fighting!"


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Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk was caught unprepared by the question.  "I don't actually know how many to expect," he confessed.  "Maybe plan for two-dozen.  At worst, we'll have too much food.  I've never known anyone to complain about too much food."

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Katra Station - Transporter Room - Two Hours Later

(https://i.imgur.com/ky31bps.png)

Solluk stood in the transporter room, standing beside the heads of every department, and also Ensign Dannenberg who was overseeing his arrangements to be sure everything unfolded to plan.  The reception committee included Commander Saxon, who had beamed over just prior to the Xhelos refugee's representative.  Saxon had come over with Bryson, and Solluk walked up to the man.
 
"I've read the Commander's initial reports, Mr. Bryson, and have reviewed your investigation here, initiated before you left.  I think we should rectify something before our guests arrive."  Solluk handed the man a small lacquered box.  "Your uniform is in need of amelioration."

Solluk smiled, "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

There was little time to celebrate before the high pitched whine of the transporter filled the room.  The Xhelos had elected to send only a single person to be their spokesperson.  It was Captain Phreth, the commanding officer of their largest evacuation vessel.

As Phreth materialized on the transporter pad, Solluk was surprised at the appearance of the man.  He had bold red markings on an otherwise gray oblong head.  There were no obvious eyes in his face, with a series of pits seeming to replace that feature.  The biological data the Xhelos had sent before beaming over indicated that they used acoustics to sense their surroundings.  This made the red markings all the more curious, since the Xhelos could not discern them.  Perhaps it was something which had evolved to deter predator species on their homeworld, in a way similar to various brightly-colored animals throughout the galaxy.

At least now the lack of visual data in the Xhelosian communications made sense.  They had no direct analog for it.  Their sensory pits did not render an image in the way that eyes did, or even in the way echolocation did.  It was a different mechanism of action altogether, which did not quite resemble any visual medium.

Captain Phreth tilted his body to regard his surroundings, a high-pitched hiss emanating from him.  The universal translator built into the Starfleet com-badges dutifully converted this hiss to a high-pitched voice, "Captain Phreth, of the Xhelos ship High Jumper, greets you on behalf of the Xhelosian people.  We come to you with hope and gratitude, through the Trantalus Gate."

Solluk glanced to Saxon, wondering what the Trantalus Gate might be.   Then he returned his attention to the Captain.

"On behalf of the United Federation of Planets' Starfleet, I welcome you to Katra Station.  This is my executive officer, Commander Saxon.  And this is Lieutenant Bryson, our Chief of Security."   

Solluk went on to introduce the remainder of the officers gathered here, before gesturing to the door.

"And now, if you please, we would like to show you to a reception in honor of this auspicious First Contact between our peoples."



Cat was trying on her best "happy to meet you face" without exposing her teeth and kept touching her hair just  as the Transporter beams activated and she prayed that this species were used to others smiling at them.  Normally when she smiled her upper teeth would show but Cat was concerned a new species could conceive another species baring their teeth at them as a threat so she'd been practicing a more professional safe one.

 

She didn't recognize the species at all that stepped off the transporter pad but her ears did prick up at the words "Trantalus Gate" and noticed an exchange of looks between the Captain and Commander.  No doubt Saxon would be looking into that the second the man got a quiet second.


Solluk led the way down the hall to the VIP Lounge, which had been exquisitely prepared.  Food and beverages of every description overflowed from a dozen tables, all screened to be sure they were safe for Xhelosian biology.

Upon viewing the cornucopia of foods, the Xhelosian Captain stiffened slightly. 

"This is an obscene amount of food," he remarked.

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At the sight and smell of the food and beverages Cat's stomach let out a small grumble of protest at not being fed for over 7 hours and Cat cringed and hoped no one had heard it.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 02, 2021, 02:17:01 pm
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VIP Lounge - Katra Station

After getting over his initial shock at seeing so much food, Captain Phreth collected a plate and examined some of the meals on display.  He nodded appreciatively at a description of the assorted cuisine as being a representative sample of food from two quadrants. 

Upon inspecting the buffet, he added, "These are auspicious shapes."  Solluk arched a brow, noting that the shape of things mattered to the Xhelosian.  Then he glanced to Ensign Dannenberg, who had made the unusual decision to provide polygonal meal samples.  The young man had a sharp mind.

Once the Xhelosian had selected a few cubes, spheres, and triangles from a dozen worlds, Captain Solluk followed suit, releasing everyone from any social stigma of holding back.  Someone in the group was definitely hungry, if the sound of a gurgling tummy meant anything.  For his own part, Solluk focused on a selection of cut melons from Earth, Risa, and Tellar.

"Will there be a place for my people," Phreth asked without delay as he took his seat.  Solluk had dreaded the question, though he knew it must come.

"We are still searching for a world that can receive you," he replied.

The Xhelosian stopped eating for a moment and regarded the Vulcan with his pitted face.  Solluk wondered if their auditory pits allowed their species to detect the subtle evidence of lies and omissions in the spoken word.

"The planet which this station orbits has a great deal of available space," Phreth noted, "Is it dangerous?"

Solluk cleared his throat.  "Not unusually dangerous, Captain.  However, it does not belong to us.  We are guests in this system, and the Meridians who own the planet have not consented to allow further immigration."

Phreth quivered slightly, then said, "So much food.  So much land.  But no harbor.  We are all grateful that you chased away the predations of pirates... but one wonders if such pirates would exist at all if more was shared with those who have little."

Solluk bristled slightly at the comment... but then found he couldn't quite refute it.  He had, in fact, asked the Federation for permission to find a new homeworld for the Wanderers.  The request had still been moving through channels when the wormhole was unexpectedly closed.

And of course the Meridians had room to spare.  They could absorb 10 million, even 100 million, without noticing the land lost to immigrants.  But the small group of people who owned the world were afraid of losing it to outsiders.  Already, there was much debate about the length of time the current immigrant population would be allowed to stay.

New Bajor could absorb 10 million quite easily.  Hopefully the provisional council would consent to a settlement there, and the New Bajorans would agree.

"It is Federation policy to share whenever possible," Solluk answered Phreth, though he was not entirely sure about the accuracy of his reply.

The Xhelosian quivered again, just slightly, before eating a sphere of chicken.  The bottom half of his face split open to admit the morsel, revealing a grotesque and jagged assemblage of teeth that were usually- gratefully- hidden.




 

Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 03, 2021, 08:12:36 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge]


While Captain Solluk kept Captain Phreth company and the buffet was now open for them, Peter briefly glanced over at the Lieutenant from Engineering. He hadn't been able to get acquainted with her yet, but he had definitely heard the belly rumble that had come from her direction.

"Can I get you something to eat, Lieutenant? I see just the thing for you here." He grabbed a plate and placed a heart-shaped piece of toasted Italian white bread on it, showing it to her and grinned a boyish grin. Then he added finely diced vegetables that came from every possible corner of the quadrant and topped it with a sphere of spiced targ. "I hope I have met your taste", he said as he held the plate out to her.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on September 04, 2021, 03:37:26 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge]


While Captain Solluk kept Captain Phreth company and the buffet was now open for them, Peter briefly glanced over at the Lieutenant from Engineering. He hadn't been able to get acquainted with her yet, but he had definitely heard the belly rumble that had come from her direction.

"Can I get you something to eat, Lieutenant? I see just the thing for you here." He grabbed a plate and placed a heart-shaped piece of toasted Italian white bread on it, showing it to her and grinned a boyish grin. Then he added finely diced vegetables that came from every possible corner of the quadrant and topped it with a sphere of spiced targ. "I hope I have met your taste", he said as he held the plate out to her.



Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge

Cat raised an eyebrow at the young man offering a plate of food to her. 

She didn't recognize him but then again if you were outside of engineering Cat rarely paid attention to the comings of goings of staff in other departments unless it was the heads. Security perhaps? Definately smelt of newbie.  They always had a scent of Regulation body wash and deoderant and the beginnings fo fresh sweat.

Cat smiled politely and took the plate from him without breaking eye contact.

A love heart?  Who thought replicating love heart shaped toasted breads was Ok for a VIP shindig?  Now a liver or spleen shaped bread item she could get behind.

Was it some special date?  Like the Terran Valentines day?!  Cat really needed to set reminders for important dates.

Another part of Cat's brain chipped into her current thoughts of organ shaped foods. 'Is he trying to be... Charming?  A player perhaps?"

She popped the morsel into her mouth and chewed... Not bad.... could use more jalapeños. At least she could tell Gus she ate some vegetables. 'Definitely a player' Cats brain decided. 'The boyish grin, the rakish hair, thinking handing her food with a heart shaped piece of bread could win her over?'

Cat grinned slyly.  Fool of a targ for trying that little move on this old girl. He must be very VERY new to have tried that little move on her of all people.  Two could play at that game.

Time for a little fun of her own.

"Why thank you Ensign that was delicious!!"  Cat gushed the words and smiled broadly but her eyes remained like blue ice particles. 

"This is a fine spread you and your catering team should be proud!  I tell you what, see that elderly gentleman standing over there, all straight backed?"  Cat discretely pointed towards where Commander Saxon was standing.

"I know for a fact he hasn't been able to grab any to eat himself.  You were so good at preparing my little morsel I bet he would LOVE you to do the same.. Exactly the same......"

Cat held out a plate, pressed it into his hand, smiled like a reptile and waited to see if the Ensign took the bait.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 04, 2021, 04:14:01 am
Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge

Peter watched Cat's reaction and was pleased when she accepted the food and even started eating immediately. It was certainly not so easy to tell what his motives were, but he actually tried to be charming to pretty much everyone. Some labeled him superficial because of it.... and maybe in a way he was. Deep, serious feelings were not for him. He had locked his away for a long time now and wasn't going to bring them out anytime soon.

He smiled at the older officer when she told him she enjoyed it. He grinned a little wider at the praise of choice of food. Then subtly followed her gaze toward the First Officer, Commander Saxon. He agreed, he actually looked like he had swallowed a broom.

When he looked back at the Engineer, she held a plate out to him and motioned for him to prepare a bite to eat for the Commander as well. Something in her look Peter could not quite interpret. Was she trying to trick him? Did she think he was a naive boy she could use for a joke?

Or did she have it in for the Commander?

Whatever it was, Peter liked that she seemed to be a prankster, too. He was definitely up for a joke.

"With pleasure," Peter grinned, taking the plate and filling it with the same things he had chosen for Cat. The heart-shaped piece of bread sat atop the portion of roasted vegetables next to the ball of spiced targ. With the plate in hand, Peter turned, glanced at Cat with a mischievous grin as he walked past her, then moved directly toward John Saxon with a friendly smile.

"You look hungry, Commander," Peter spoke, holding out the plate to him. "I've put together something suitable for you here." He pointed to the white bread. Then he added in a lowered voice, "Compliments of the Lieutenant." Inwardly, he grinned. He had no problem with playing Cupid.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 04, 2021, 12:30:11 pm
<USS Aquila - Bridge>

At the Ensign's...polite decline...at his instruction to hand over duties to the Relief, Saxon didn't turn his body, but his steel grey eyes did swivel towards her. Granted, it had not been made an order, but the new officer was certainly blotting her copybook; she had only joined recently, and yet there was a slice of unwarranted arrogance in the wilful, and repeated, ignoring of his directions that she had not yet earned. She may not need rest, but she had not banked the trust in her abilities; thus, as Commanding Officer, his duty was to the ship and its crew - the whole crew.  Bryson had clearly understood this, and whilst it was obvious he didn't particularly want to step away from his post with the same instruction, it was clear any downtime would be of global benefit.

His creased forehead hid a frown, and the Commander clasped his hands behind him. "Understood. But I need all active personnel to be as refreshed as possible. So, if there's an Alert from now until we arrive at the station, you are to hand over your station to the Relief shift. That" he raised his voice a small notch to make sure it was clearly heard, "is an order."

Pushing down a yawn, he realised that perhaps he should take his own advice...


[USS Aquila]

Looking up realizing Saxton was now ordering her to rest.  She merely shrugged.  "Im sorry, Captain.  I did not mean to come off superior.  I just do not require the same amount of rest as you do." Smith said as she got up from her chair and transferred the data she was working on to her arm band.  "I meditate to rejuvenate myself, as I find beds uncomfortable sense becoming borg.  Standing in an alcove, hooked up, provided everything I needed.  So im still trying to grow accustomed to the concept of a soft bed rather than standing.  Im doing good just sitting for four hours, with my eyes closed and meditate.  Its not as effective as the alcove but not as uncomfortable as the soft bed.  So sitting, with my legs crossed, tends to provide me with everything I need in half the time.  But I do suppose I could visit the mess hall." Smith said smiling as she still did not know her own limits as she stepped into the turbolift.

[Katra]

Despite the meditation doing its work, they arrived back at Katra with little to no trouble.  'Doubt ill be invited back to serve on that ship, even if it is an old tug boat' she thought to herself as she and the others were beamed back to Katra station after the ship had docked.  She went in search of food and quickly made her way to the VIP lounge.

[VIP Lounge - Katra]

She entered the VIP lounge and looked around.  Quite nervous she entered as she didnt really consider herself important enough to be here but the Captain invited her and after her previous snafu she was not about to turn him down.  So she look around around and saw a rather beautifully set up buffet and made a B-line for it.  She began to carefully choose which one she wanted.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 05, 2021, 07:40:40 am
<Katra Station - VIP Lounge>

[VIP Lounge - Katra]

She entered the VIP lounge and looked around.  Quite nervous she entered as she didnt really consider herself important enough to be here but the Captain invited her and after her previous snafu she was not about to turn him down.  So she look around around and saw a rather beautifully set up buffet and made a B-line for it.  She began to carefully choose which one she wanted.

Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge

Peter watched Cat's reaction and was pleased when she accepted the food and even started eating immediately. It was certainly not so easy to tell what his motives were, but he actually tried to be charming to pretty much everyone. Some labeled him superficial because of it.... and maybe in a way he was. Deep, serious feelings were not for him. He had locked his away for a long time now and wasn't going to bring them out anytime soon.

He smiled at the older officer when she told him she enjoyed it. He grinned a little wider at the praise of choice of food. Then subtly followed her gaze toward the First Officer, Commander Saxon. He agreed, he actually looked like he had swallowed a broom.

When he looked back at the Engineer, she held a plate out to him and motioned for him to prepare a bite to eat for the Commander as well. Something in her look Peter could not quite interpret. Was she trying to trick him? Did she think he was a naive boy she could use for a joke?

Or did she have it in for the Commander?

Whatever it was, Peter liked that she seemed to be a prankster, too. He was definitely up for a joke.

"With pleasure," Peter grinned, taking the plate and filling it with the same things he had chosen for Cat. The heart-shaped piece of bread sat atop the portion of roasted vegetables next to the ball of spiced targ. With the plate in hand, Peter turned, glanced at Cat with a mischievous grin as he walked past her, then moved directly toward John Saxon with a friendly smile.

"You look hungry, Commander," Peter spoke, holding out the plate to him. "I've put together something suitable for you here." He pointed to the white bread. Then he added in a lowered voice, "Compliments of the Lieutenant." Inwardly, he grinned. He had no problem with playing Cupid.


Saxon was watching with interest as Ensign Miranda Smith orbited the gathering; he was pleased that she had attended without making what was becoming a traditional fuss - after her clarification about the need (or lack) of rest, he was moderately more understanding of the brutal modifications the Borg had made to her physiology. It was an oft-mistaken notion that being assimilated of the Borg was nothing more than a positive enhancement experience; that the nanites and implants had no downside, and all freed individuals were 'blessed' with all sorts of technological improvements and gadgetry. But the reality was that assimilation was a horrific experience, and liberation was akin to having your soul ripped from you. Indeed, it had become an unspoken fact in the Service the redoubtable Jean-Luc Picard experienced less than a week of incorporation into the Collective, and yet continued to wrestle to this day with the ordeal.

One could only imagine how it must have felt to someone bonded to the Hive for as long as Miranda. And having to relearn simple tasks such as 'sleep' was remarkable for its immense effort that it must take.

Contemplating these matters of the spirit, 'Century' was brought out this reverie by an approach of Ensign Dannenberg, holding a plate carefully. Glancing his way, John realised that the Operations Officer was doing so towards him.

And then offered him the plate.

The Commander looked to the offering, then to Dannenberg, and back again. The plate was arranged in a decorative display that took him a moment to recognise as a heart (or the iconic Earth symbol for one; the Klingon equivalent was, perhaps unsurprisingly, anatomically correct; Andorians made the same, only with fewer teeth marks in the art). Eyes slowly rose to meet the Ensign's gaze, and took in what he was saying. A practical joke? And either egged on by the Chief Engineer, or an unholy alliance between them. For a second, Saxon wondered if to make it clear to Dannenberg that this was not appropriate, and that officers with such a short time on the station under their belts should think more carefully about such ridiculous practices during a VIP function.

But John also recognised that he had been on red alert for too long over the last few days. Maybe he deserved some...joshing...of his own.

"Ensign Dannenberg", he said, glaring with a gaze that made the freeze-beams of the Blizzons of Arcteria Nine seem like solar flares, "are you maybe suggesting that I am incapable of providing for myself?" His voice was low, but of a tone like a brick of tritanium wrapped in Tholian silk. "Perhaps you're making an ill-advised comment on my age? Would you to next like to pull up a chair for me? Drape a blanket over my knees?" His eyes bore into Peter's, and a bushy eyebrow raised in askance.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on September 05, 2021, 03:09:36 pm
[Wonderland2]
Within 15 minutes Finn had packed up all his stuff and checked out of the room.
There was no way he was sticking around to get framed again. Of course he wanted to know by who and why but for now he was glad the accusations didn't stick.

He stormed into the ship, threw his bag in the living area and then made his way to the bridge from where he called the others.
"I'm leaving before tonight. Can you make your way here?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on September 06, 2021, 01:18:44 am
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

[Katra Station - IDIC]

After Winslow left, Juraan looked to Cathy. He wasn't sure there was anything they could do right now. If he was confined to quarters, surely they wouldn't allow his crew to visit him. So he sat back down and would continue with his lunch with Tamani and Cathy for now.


Cathy glared after the retreating officer, not at all happy with Finn's situation but was honestly too precarious with her own illegal status to risk making too many waves despite her words to the contrary.  She turned to ask Juraan his thoughts on what they could do to help but had to stop and bite her tongue when the Bajoran woman in Juraan's company began asking questions about how certain he was about their Captain.  That he was who they thought he was. "I've heard that some Starfleet officers were cloned last year and were actually being spies for some super intelligent organization that wanted the Federation out of the Gamma Quadrant."

Cathy couldn't stop her eyeroll.  Yeah, as if!  "Trust me no intelligent being would want to clone Finn.  He's truly one of a kind!"  Cathy looked over at Juraan for his reaction to her words, and chuckled at her teasing comment at their Captain's expense - wishing Finn were there to have heard it too.

When the waiter finally returned to take their order, Cathy ordered the Bolian burger that Juraan had suggested and had to fight another eyeroll at the half-order of Vulcan greens salad that Tamani ordered.   It was like the woman was afraid to show Juraan that she had a real appetite.

While they waited for their food, Cathy tried to brainstorm ideas of what to do about Finn's situation but Tamani kept interrupting with questions of her own directed to Juraan - obviously trying to learn more about his past - and even at one point asked why he had joined with such a crew.   The woman's tone and the way Tamani fawned over Juraan had the comment clearly implying that Juraan was too good for them.

Soon the meals arrived and Cathy cut her burger in half to share with Juraan and pushed her plate of fries between them so he could share in that too, knowing the man's appetite enough to know he would accept the offered food.  Cathy doubted a sharing of Vulcan greens would appeal the same way as fries and half burger would.   Score Cathy 1 : Tamani 0.


[Wonderland2]
Within 15 minutes Finn had packed up all his stuff and checked out of the room.
There was no way he was sticking around to get framed again. Of course he wanted to know by who and why but for now he was glad the accusations didn't stick.

He stormed into the ship, threw his bag in the living area and then made his way to the bridge from where he called the others.
"I'm leaving before tonight. Can you make your way here?"

The burger had been delicious.  As disgusting as aged meat sounded, flavour-wise it was amazing!  Cathy was just sopping up the last of the juices using one of the last remaining fries when Finn's call came in.

She answered this time. =/\="Hey Finn, what'd you do?  Knock out your guards and now have to flee the station?"=/\=  There was humor in her tone - obviously not being serious about her question, and instead was just teasing with him.

Without even thinking of checking with Juraan that he might have other plans with Miss 'Vulcan salad' after this, Cathy continued to speak on both their behalf =/\="Yeah, we're just wrapping up lunch, we can be there shortly."=/\=
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 06, 2021, 05:16:13 am
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge]

<Katra Station - VIP Lounge>

Saxon was watching with interest as Ensign Miranda Smith orbited the gathering; he was pleased that she had attended without making what was becoming a traditional fuss - after her clarification about the need (or lack) of rest, he was moderately more understanding of the brutal modifications the Borg had made to her physiology. It was an oft-mistaken notion that being assimilated of the Borg was nothing more than a positive enhancement experience; that the nanites and implants had no downside, and all freed individuals were 'blessed' with all sorts of technological improvements and gadgetry. But the reality was that assimilation was a horrific experience, and liberation was akin to having your soul ripped from you. Indeed, it had become an unspoken fact in the Service the redoubtable Jean-Luc Picard experienced less than a week of incorporation into the Collective, and yet continued to wrestle to this day with the ordeal.

One could only imagine how it must have felt to someone bonded to the Hive for as long as Miranda. And having to relearn simple tasks such as 'sleep' was remarkable for its immense effort that it must take.

Contemplating these matters of the spirit, 'Century' was brought out this reverie by an approach of Ensign Dannenberg, holding a plate carefully. Glancing his way, John realised that the Operations Officer was doing so towards him.

And then offered him the plate.

The Commander looked to the offering, then to Dannenberg, and back again. The plate was arranged in a decorative display that took him a moment to recognise as a heart (or the iconic Earth symbol for one; the Klingon equivalent was, perhaps unsurprisingly, anatomically correct; Andorians made the same, only with fewer teeth marks in the art). Eyes slowly rose to meet the Ensign's gaze, and took in what he was saying. A practical joke? And either egged on by the Chief Engineer, or an unholy alliance between them. For a second, Saxon wondered if to make it clear to Dannenberg that this was not appropriate, and that officers with such a short time on the station under their belts should think more carefully about such ridiculous practices during a VIP function.

But John also recognised that he had been on red alert for too long over the last few days. Maybe he deserved some...joshing...of his own.

"Ensign Dannenberg", he said, glaring with a gaze that made the freeze-beams of the Blizzons of Arcteria Nine seem like solar flares, "are you maybe suggesting that I am incapable of providing for myself?" His voice was low, but of a tone like a brick of tritanium wrapped in Tholian silk. "Perhaps you're making an ill-advised comment on my age? Would you to next like to pull up a chair for me? Drape a blanket over my knees?" His eyes bore into Peter's, and a bushy eyebrow raised in askance.



The icy look the commander gave Peter almost made him tremble. Almost. It seemed the first officer was as gruff as he looked. He would have to be careful in his company, for Peter was one of those people who spoke first and thought later.

Peter looked at John uncertainly for a moment, but it only took a second and it might have been missed with the blink of an eye. Then the young man grinned again and smiled appropriately sheepishly. "Um, no, Commander, there's no way I would think that. You, um ... You've obviously reached a respectable age, so I'm sure you are able to provide for yourself perfectly well." He enhanced that statement with one of his smile. Perhaps the Commander was projecting his own insecurity or dissatisfaction about his age onto others. In any case, it was a mystery to Peter why he reacted this way to someone who only wanted to be attentive. Egged on by a joke, but still.

Peter cleared his throat a bit with a wry smile, still holding the plate. "I just thought since I was in charge of the buffet, I might as well go ahead and make sure everyone was comfortable and ..." He cleared his throat. He felt like there was no good way he could end this sentence. "You know what, I'm just going to put the plate right here." On a table a few feet from where they stood, Peter set the plate down. He now knew why the lieutenant had asked him to make this move. But Peter was not mad. He could take a joke at his expense very well. And now he knew: no jokes with the First Officer!
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Juraan Ren on September 06, 2021, 05:48:28 am
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

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NPC Cathy Daniels
[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC]

Cathy glared after the retreating officer, not at all happy with Finn's situation but was honestly too precarious with her own illegal status to risk making too many waves despite her words to the contrary.  She turned to ask Juraan his thoughts on what they could do to help but had to stop and bite her tongue when the Bajoran woman in Juraan's company began asking questions about how certain he was about their Captain.  That he was who they thought he was. "I've heard that some Starfleet officers were cloned last year and were actually being spies for some super intelligent organization that wanted the Federation out of the Gamma Quadrant."

Cathy couldn't stop her eyeroll.  Yeah, as if!  "Trust me no intelligent being would want to clone Finn.  He's truly one of a kind!"  Cathy looked over at Juraan for his reaction to her words, and chuckled at her teasing comment at their Captain's expense - wishing Finn were there to have heard it too.

When the waiter finally returned to take their order, Cathy ordered the Bolian burger that Juraan had suggested and had to fight another eyeroll at the half-order of Vulcan greens salad that Tamani ordered.   It was like the woman was afraid to show Juraan that she had a real appetite.

While they waited for their food, Cathy tried to brainstorm ideas of what to do about Finn's situation but Tamani kept interrupting with questions of her own directed to Juraan - obviously trying to learn more about his past - and even at one point asked why he had joined with such a crew.   The woman's tone and the way Tamani fawned over Juraan had the comment clearly implying that Juraan was too good for them.

Soon the meals arrived and Cathy cut her burger in half to share with Juraan and pushed her plate of fries between them so he could share in that too, knowing the man's appetite enough to know he would accept the offered food.  Cathy doubted a sharing of Vulcan greens would appeal the same way as fries and half burger would.   Score Cathy 1 : Tamani 0.


The burger had been delicious.  As disgusting as aged meat sounded, flavour-wise it was amazing!  Cathy was just sopping up the last of the juices using one of the last remaining fries when Finn's call came in.

She answered this time. =/\="Hey Finn, what'd you do?  Knock out your guards and now have to flee the station?"=/\=  There was humor in her tone - obviously not being serious about her question, and instead was just teasing with him.

Without even thinking of checking with Juraan that he might have other plans with Miss 'Vulcan salad' after this, Cathy continued to speak on both their behalf =/\="Yeah, we're just wrapping up lunch, we can be there shortly."=/\=


[Wonderland2]
Within 15 minutes Finn had packed up all his stuff and checked out of the room.
There was no way he was sticking around to get framed again. Of course he wanted to know by who and why but for now he was glad the accusations didn't stick.

He stormed into the ship, threw his bag in the living area and then made his way to the bridge from where he called the others.
"I'm leaving before tonight. Can you make your way here?"

While Juraan didn't think Finn could be a clone, he was interested in the story and asked Tamani to elaborate that story. When Cathy made the comment about Finn being one of a kind and better should not be cloned, Juraan chuckled. "She's not that wrong about that, you know", he grinned and then looked to Cathy.

Juraan tried to answer Tamani's questions as well as he could, but clearly he didn't feel comfortable to share too much about his past. Her question how he ended up with 'such a crew' made him eye her for a moment. "It might sound strange, but I would prefer this crew to any of the many I've been in before."

When the food arrived, Juraan digged in, now and then picking a couple of french fries Cathy shared with him. He wasn't too sure about Tamani's choice of food - did she always eat like that? Urgh. Or if she just ate that in front of him to prove something to him? Urgh as well. He actually found it attractive when a woman was able to enjoy a meal thoroughly and wasn't calorie counting the whole day. There were certainly ways to burn those calories off. But it was only food. Juraan liked what he head learned about her ever since they had met - and she was pretty.

When Finn's call came in, Juraan had just pushed the last piece of meat into his mouth and was glad when Cathy answered him. He was confused as to the details too, but couldn't but grin at her teasing way of getting those details from their Captain. Only then did he realize that it meant they would leave Katra - which meant to leave Tamani.

"Do you really have to go?", Tamani asked after they had gotten up, looking sad.

Juraan nodded. "I'm afraid we do." He was kinda sad, too. "But, we'll return to Katra regularly. Maybe we'll see each other again?" He gave her a kind smile.

Tamani stepped up to him. "Drop me a line when you've got time", she said, smiling. They had exchanged their contact infor before.

"I will", he promised. Tamani then moved to give him a hug which Juraan happily accepted. Then, unexpectedly, Tamani turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Juraan faltered for a split second and then reciprocated the kiss before pulling away. "I want to say 'I hate goodbyes', but I can't really say that now."

She chuckled and then stepped away. "Have a good time. Stay safe."

Juraan nodded. "Payal." (*Bye) He then waited for Cathy and returned to the Wonderland.






[Wonderland]

Juraan entered the bridge. "Have you been released ... or are we runnung away?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 06, 2021, 09:32:56 am
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After depositing her few carryalls in her quarters and changing into her dress uniform, Amarande fixed her hair so it was less flyaway, the white streak winding its way through her hair in a French braid. Once she was satisfied her appearance was decent enough, she made a beeline for the luncheon where she'd been informed her superior officers, Commander Saxon and Captian Solluk were attending. The hubbub of it hummed through the room as people stopped to chat with each other, touching elbows and generally enjoying themselves. Or putting up a fantastic front, if they weren't.

Mingling.

What a dreadful word for talking with others at a formal function. She tugged a little at her uniform and flicked her gaze around the room locating Solluk, with a species she'd never seen before, which was fascinating in itself, and Saxon who looked as if he was about to reject a plate across the room. Between the two of them, she decided Saxon was the more unoccupied of the two and moved alongside him.

"Commander Saxon," she murmured, smiling gently at Dannenberg, "Doctor Amarande Xiiv, your new Assistant Chief Medical Officer, reporting in. I was told I'd find you and Captain Solluk here at the luncheon. I do hope it's appropriate to say hello here." She gestured, the movement delicate. "The Captain seems suitably busy with whom I can only assume is an ambassador of a new species, if I've read the situation correctly. Might I steal you away for an update on the situation?"

She folded her hands behind her back and smiled at the older gentleman, her head inclined slightly and her warm hazel green eyes mildly quizzical.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 06, 2021, 02:19:56 pm
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Saxon was watching with interest as Ensign Miranda Smith orbited the gathering; he was pleased that she had attended without making what was becoming a traditional fuss - after her clarification about the need (or lack) of rest, he was moderately more understanding of the brutal modifications the Borg had made to her physiology. It was an oft-mistaken notion that being assimilated of the Borg was nothing more than a positive enhancement experience; that the nanites and implants had no downside, and all freed individuals were 'blessed' with all sorts of technological improvements and gadgetry. But the reality was that assimilation was a horrific experience, and liberation was akin to having your soul ripped from you. Indeed, it had become an unspoken fact in the Service the redoubtable Jean-Luc Picard experienced less than a week of incorporation into the Collective, and yet continued to wrestle to this day with the ordeal.

One could only imagine how it must have felt to someone bonded to the Hive for as long as Miranda. And having to relearn simple tasks such as 'sleep' was remarkable for its immense effort that it must take.

Contemplating these matters of the spirit, 'Century' was brought out this reverie by an approach of Ensign Dannenberg, holding a plate carefully. Glancing his way, John realised that the Operations Officer was doing so towards him.

And then offered him the plate.

The Commander looked to the offering, then to Dannenberg, and back again. The plate was arranged in a decorative display that took him a moment to recognise as a heart (or the iconic Earth symbol for one; the Klingon equivalent was, perhaps unsurprisingly, anatomically correct; Andorians made the same, only with fewer teeth marks in the art). Eyes slowly rose to meet the Ensign's gaze, and took in what he was saying. A practical joke? And either egged on by the Chief Engineer, or an unholy alliance between them. For a second, Saxon wondered if to make it clear to Dannenberg that this was not appropriate, and that officers with such a short time on the station under their belts should think more carefully about such ridiculous practices during a VIP function.

But John also recognised that he had been on red alert for too long over the last few days. Maybe he deserved some...joshing...of his own.

"Ensign Dannenberg", he said, glaring with a gaze that made the freeze-beams of the Blizzons of Arcteria Nine seem like solar flares, "are you maybe suggesting that I am incapable of providing for myself?" His voice was low, but of a tone like a brick of tritanium wrapped in Tholian silk. "Perhaps you're making an ill-advised comment on my age? Would you to next like to pull up a chair for me? Drape a blanket over my knees?" His eyes bore into Peter's, and a bushy eyebrow raised in askance.


As she picked and chose what to eat, she couldnt help but smile as she over heard Saxton's comment of old age.  'Maybe ill get him a tritanium old fashioned wheel chair for his birthday?' she thought to herself as she picked a few small morsels and placed them onto her plate she picked up as she went to the table.  Then went over to stand by Saxon as he was the only one she really knew in the room and perhaps scare off a few of the weirder officers in the room.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 06, 2021, 03:24:08 pm
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The icy look the commander gave Peter almost made him tremble. Almost. It seemed the first officer was as gruff as he looked. He would have to be careful in his company, for Peter was one of those people who spoke first and thought later.

Peter looked at John uncertainly for a moment, but it only took a second and it might have been missed with the blink of an eye. Then the young man grinned again and smiled appropriately sheepishly. "Um, no, Commander, there's no way I would think that. You, um ... You've obviously reached a respectable age, so I'm sure you are able to provide for yourself perfectly well." He enhanced that statement with one of his smile. Perhaps the Commander was projecting his own insecurity or dissatisfaction about his age onto others. In any case, it was a mystery to Peter why he reacted this way to someone who only wanted to be attentive. Egged on by a joke, but still.

Peter cleared his throat a bit with a wry smile, still holding the plate. "I just thought since I was in charge of the buffet, I might as well go ahead and make sure everyone was comfortable and ..." He cleared his throat. He felt like there was no good way he could end this sentence. "You know what, I'm just going to put the plate right here." On a table a few feet from where they stood, Peter set the plate down. He now knew why the lieutenant had asked him to make this move. But Peter was not mad. He could take a joke at his expense very well. And now he knew: no jokes with the First Officer!


Not being quite the prankster as he was the general soldier of mass destruction, 'Century' couldn't make out if the Ensign had realised the tease, or had taken it all as seriously as the tone and glare conveyed. John was more comfortable obliterating an enemy fleet, or annihilating a hostile base, or even just 'neutralising' the odd megalomaniacal villain, and perhaps his tendency for maximum destruction permitted very little finesse in the finer arts of the 'jape'. Or rather, it had been a long, long time since he had relaxed enough to do so. Such things were for the young, carefree Crewman back in the early 2320s, not the war-forged warrior of today.

In an attempt to put across some semblance of good humour - and one that was more easily recognisable - Saxon gave the Operations Officer a quick wink, but wasn't convinced it was spotted in time. Inwardly, he shrugged - whilst it would have been a change of pace to be seen in a less stern light, nonetheless he was First Officer, and tomfoolery only opened the door to poor discipline among the junior staff.

And that would never do.

Turning away to briefly, while the Ensign put the offending crockery down, take stock of the dialogue between Captain Solluk and the delegate, John was momentarily taken aback by someone who had appeared into his field of vision instead.


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After depositing her few carryalls in her quarters and changing into her dress uniform, Amarande fixed her hair so it was less flyaway, the white streak winding its way through her hair in a French braid. Once she was satisfied her appearance was decent enough, she made a beeline for the luncheon where she'd been informed her superior officers, Commander Saxon and Captian Solluk were attending. The hubbub of it hummed through the room as people stopped to chat with each other, touching elbows and generally enjoying themselves. Or putting up a fantastic front, if they weren't.

Mingling.

What a dreadful word for talking with others at a formal function. She tugged a little at her uniform and flicked her gaze around the room locating Solluk, with a species she'd never seen before, which was fascinating in itself, and Saxon who looked as if he was about to reject a plate across the room. Between the two of them, she decided Saxon was the more unoccupied of the two and moved alongside him.

"Commander Saxon," she murmured, smiling gently at Dannenberg, "Doctor Amarande Xiiv, your new Assistant Chief Medical Officer, reporting in. I was told I'd find you and Captain Solluk here at the luncheon. I do hope it's appropriate to say hello here." She gestured, the movement delicate. "The Captain seems suitably busy with whom I can only assume is an ambassador of a new species, if I've read the situation correctly. Might I steal you away for an update on the situation?"

She folded her hands behind her back and smiled at the older gentleman, her head inclined slightly and her warm hazel green eyes mildly quizzical.

Dr Xiiv? It took Saxon a moment to recover from the mild surprise at not noticing her approach, and then another moment to recall her appointment. The urgent and critical mission aboard the Aquila had somewhat thrown his work schedules into some disarray. That would, no doubt, be both a challenge and opportunity for Hannah Sullivan, his Yeoman - the young personal aide lived for any moment to wrestle with his complicated (and perhaps wilfully avoided) workload; an emergency departure to protect and escort a vast refugee fleet was the administrative nightmare she lived for.

"Doctor Xiiv, of course - forgive me; welcome to Katra" he acknowledged, holding out his hand in greeting. "There's not much I can update you on at the moment; but I'm happy to bring you up to speed with what little we know. Allow me to introduce you to Ensign Dannenburg, our new Operations Officer. Mister Dannenberg: Dr Xiiv."


As she picked and chose what to eat, she couldnt help but smile as she over heard Saxton's comment of old age.  'Maybe ill get him a tritanium old fashioned wheel chair for his birthday?' she thought to herself as she picked a few small morsels and placed them onto her plate she picked up as she went to the table.  Then went over to stand by Saxon as he was the only one she really knew in the room and perhaps scare off a few of the weirder officers in the room.


In saying this, Saxon was then joined further by Ensign Smith, and he nodded to her as she stood by him. Slowly he felt like he was being caught in a pincer movement.  "Dr Xiiv, please also allow me to introduce Science Officer Ensign Miranda Smith. Ensign Smith: Ensign Dannenberg, Operations Officer, and Dr Xiiv - our new Assistant CMO."

Glancing at them both Smith and Xiiv, it struck 'Century' that three of the four perhaps represented the oldest beings in the room (not accounting for the Xhelosian, whose lifespan was not yet determined); one Trill, whose symbiote was likely to be several hundred years old (but whose current host was depressingly youthful), one El-Aurian, whose personnel record already conveyed a lifespan of remarkable length (and yet life experiences tragically paused by their assimilation to a Collective that cared not for such things), and he...who had got there the hard way.

Unless Dannenberg also hid some secret of longevity. Given the almost immediate display of being a prankster, John wouldnt have been surprised if he turned out to be a member of the Q Continuum.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 06, 2021, 07:24:33 pm
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Not being quite the prankster as he was the general soldier of mass destruction, 'Century' couldn't make out if the Ensign had realised the tease, or had taken it all as seriously as the tone and glare conveyed. John was more comfortable obliterating an enemy fleet, or annihilating a hostile base, or even just 'neutralising' the odd megalomaniacal villain, and perhaps his tendency for maximum destruction permitted very little finesse in the finer arts of the 'jape'. Or rather, it had been a long, long time since he had relaxed enough to do so. Such things were for the young, carefree Crewman back in the early 2320s, not the war-forged warrior of today.

In an attempt to put across some semblance of good humour - and one that was more easily recognisable - Saxon gave the Operations Officer a quick wink, but wasn't convinced it was spotted in time. Inwardly, he shrugged - whilst it would have been a change of pace to be seen in a less stern light, nonetheless he was First Officer, and tomfoolery only opened the door to poor discipline among the junior staff.

And that would never do.

Turning away to take stock of the dialogue between Captain Solluk and the delegate, John was momentarily taken aback by someone who had appeared into his field of vision instead.


Dr Xiiv? It took Saxon a moment to recover from the mild surprise at not noticing her approach, and then another moment to recall her appointment. The urgent and critical mission aboard the Aquila had somewhat thrown his work schedules into some disarray. That would, no doubt, be both a challenge and opportunity for Hannah Sullivan, his Yeoman - the young personal aide lived for any moment to wrestle with his complicated (and perhaps wilfully avoided) workload; an emergency departure to protect and escort a vast refugee fleet was the administrative nightmare she lived for.

"Doctor Xiiv, of course - forgive me; welcome to Katra" he acknowledged, holding out his hand in greeting. "There's not much I can update you on at the moment; but I'm happy to bring you up to speed with what little we know."


In saying this, Saxon was then joined by Ensign Smith, and he nodded to her as she stood by him. "Dr Xiiv, please allow me to introduce Science Officer Ensign Miranda Smith. Ensign Smith: Dr Xiiv - our new Assistant CMO."

Glancing at them both, it struck 'Century' that the three of them perhaps represented the oldest beings in the room (not accounting for the Xhelosian, whose lifespan was not yet determined); one Trill, whose symbiote was likely to be several hundred years old (but whose current host was depressingly youthful), one El-Aurian, whose personnel record already conveyed a lifespan of remarkable length (and yet life experiences tragically paused by their assimilation to a Collective that cared not for such things), and he...who had got there the hard way.


To Smith and Dannenberg, she nodded pleasantly, and took Saxon's hand and shook it, returning the time-honoured tradition among humans. Her grip was firm but not overly-so, her hands dry and cool as those of her species usually were, and she released the shake affably.

"It would be a pleasure, sir," she murmured. "I seem to have gotten in at a good time. Nothing seems to have exploded, here. Yet. My last assignment had plenty of explosions and patients. Station life is supposed to be a bit more secure, I was told - but where we are, well, who knows if that's the truth of it. I welcome the opportunity to see what it's made of, honestly. Katra will likely be quite an adventure in an entirely different vein than my last few."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 06, 2021, 08:57:25 pm
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Dr Xiiv? It took Saxon a moment to recover from the mild surprise at not noticing her approach, and then another moment to recall her appointment. The urgent and critical mission aboard the Aquila had somewhat thrown his work schedules into some disarray. That would, no doubt, be both a challenge and opportunity for Hannah Sullivan, his Yeoman - the young personal aide lived for any moment to wrestle with his complicated (and perhaps wilfully avoided) workload; an emergency departure to protect and escort a vast refugee fleet was the administrative nightmare she lived for.

"Doctor Xiiv, of course - forgive me; welcome to Katra" he acknowledged, holding out his hand in greeting. "There's not much I can update you on at the moment; but I'm happy to bring you up to speed with what little we know."


In saying this, Saxon was then joined by Ensign Smith, and he nodded to her as she stood by him. "Dr Xiiv, please allow me to introduce Science Officer Ensign Miranda Smith. Ensign Smith: Dr Xiiv - our new Assistant CMO."

Glancing at them both, it struck 'Century' that the three of them perhaps represented the oldest beings in the room (not accounting for the Xhelosian, whose lifespan was not yet determined); one Trill, whose symbiote was likely to be several hundred years old (but whose current host was depressingly youthful), one El-Aurian, whose personnel record already conveyed a lifespan of remarkable length (and yet life experiences tragically paused by their assimilation to a Collective that cared not for such things), and he...who had got there the hard way.


Smith merely politely nodded as she was introduced to the new Doctor.  She munched on her food in small bites as she gave a half smile as she nodded to Dannenberg with Saxon.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 07, 2021, 05:31:54 am
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Peter did catch the little wink, but it only confused him more. He gave a weak smile though and left the plate there that probably would remain untouched.

He was still there when two females joined them and seemed to have a better start with the First Officer. Oh well. When he was introduced, he smiled at them. "Nice to meet you." He was pleased to see that Ensign Smith seemed to enjoy the food.

"If you'll excuse me", he said and then stepped away to return to the buffet table. Walking back to Cat, he gave her playful narrow-eyed look. "You let me walk right into the trap", he grinned a little. Then he grabbed a plate to get some food for himself.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 07, 2021, 06:43:16 am
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To Smith and Dannenberg, she nodded pleasantly, and took Saxon's hand and shook it, returning the time-honoured tradition among humans. Her grip was firm but not overly-so, her hands dry and cool as those of her species usually were, and she released the shake affably.

"It would be a pleasure, sir," she murmured. "I seem to have gotten in at a good time. Nothing seems to have exploded, here. Yet. My last assignment had plenty of explosions and patients. Station life is supposed to be a bit more secure, I was told - but where we are, well, who knows if that's the truth of it. I welcome the opportunity to see what it's made of, honestly. Katra will likely be quite an adventure in an entirely different vein than my last few."

He nodded towards Dannenberg as the Operations Officer parted from the group. "Ensign" he acknowledged, watching him return to Goodspeed; a set-up then, he concluded. John gave a wry look as the Medical Officer described recent postings. "I can't promise a quiet life" he admitted, "but Katra Station certainly has its moments".

Taking a moment of his own to glance around the room (the career Security Officer in him never quite absent) he completed the scan of the room and settled upon Captain Solluk, who was doing a remarkable job of engaging in diplomatic small-talk with the inscrutable representative of the refugees. "Speaking of which" he continued, "I rather should speak to our guest."

Nodding to them both. "Doctor. Ensign." he said politely to them remaining pair by way of a temporary farewell, and moved towards his Commanding Officer and the the Xhelosian.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 07, 2021, 09:36:14 am
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He nodded towards Dannenberg as the Operations Officer parted from the group. "Ensign" he acknowledged, watching him return to Goodspeed; a set-up then, he concluded. John gave a wry look as the Medical Officer described recent postings. "I can't promise a quiet life" he admitted, "but Katra Station certainly has its moments".

Taking a moment of his own to glance around the room (the career Security Officer in him never quite absent) he completed the scan of the room and settled upon Captain Solluk, who was doing a remarkable job of engaging in diplomatic small-talk with the inscrutable representative of the refugees. "Speaking of which" he continued, "I rather should speak to our guest."

Nodding to them both. "Doctor. Ensign." he said politely to them remaining pair by way of a temporary farewell, and moved towards his Commanding Officer and the the Xhelosian.


Quite nervous now, being alone with the doctor she just met, it was rather strange for her still.  In the collective she was never alone either with her thoughts or as her person, and now shes alone with her thoughts and just one person was a bit unnerving for the young woman and by El aurian standards she was still quite young.  She wanted to get to know other people without knowing there thoughts but it was quite a challenge for the young woman to fathom.  Would they like her? hate her?, despise her? without knowing there thoughts prior to the interaction it was like jumping off a cliff and expecting there to be a hover car waiting to prevent serious injury.  So she passively nibbled on her food.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 07, 2021, 11:49:49 am
Quite nervous now, being alone with the doctor she just met, it was rather strange for her still.  In the collective she was never alone either with her thoughts or as her person, and now shes alone with her thoughts and just one person was a bit unnerving for the young woman and by El aurian standards she was still quite young.  She wanted to get to know other people without knowing there thoughts but it was quite a challenge for the young woman to fathom.  Would they like her? hate her?, despise her? without knowing there thoughts prior to the interaction it was like jumping off a cliff and expecting there to be a hover car waiting to prevent serious injury.  So she passively nibbled on her food.

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Watching the older man take his leave, she quirked an eyebrow. Technically, she should introduce herself to her Captain but he was still busy and would likely be for a while. She turned her attention to the Science officer after selecting her own plate of nibblets, or whatever one wanted to call them. She liked the triangles most and the circles. She glanced across at the alien ambassador thoughtfully. Shapes must be culturally important to his people if they had no visual input. She didn't see anything that looked like eyes, just facial pitting that suggested a different sensory input than most species had.

Interesting.

"Ah, well the. It seems we're left to our own devices. Smith was it? Miranda? Do you have a preference?" Xiiv asked in a quiet voice, turning back to the El Aurian. "It's nice to meet you. You can call me Amarande or Xiiv, it doesn't matter which. I'm a xenobiologist, among other things. I suppose I'll meet all manner of species here on Katra. New ones are always so fascinating to puzzle out for me. I spent my last assignment working with all sorts of new spieces, helping them adapt to different environments. It was quite rewarding in itself, but I found this post open and couldn't help but apply. How long have you been here at Katra?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 07, 2021, 02:11:44 pm
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Solluk looked over as Saxon approached.

"Commander.  Captain Phreth was just describing a curious mechanism which allowed the refugee fleet to reach us.  The 'Trantalus Gate.'"

The Xhelosion wobbled his head slightly.  "It is an ancient technology found in the rimward area of the quadrant, not far from our home system.  The Gharidae used to control it, but they have since departed to unknown regions."

Solluk shook his head, "Until your mention of it, I had never heard of such a device..."  His gaze drifted briefly into the field of officers mixing at the function.  Was that the new science officer?  He raised his voice slightly, "Ensign Smith.  Lieutenant Goodspeed.  You may both find this of interest."

Then, returning his attention to Phreth, he asked, "How does this Trantalus gate work?"

A high-pitched hiss was translated into recognizable words, "There are two components to the gate system.  One close by, one near the rim.  When ships enter the gate near the rim, it generates a subspace wave effect which propels the ships at incredible speeds, until the receiving gate slows them down again.  This is why, despite our vessels having an average speed of Warp 5, we were able to reach the Trialus system swiftly when our home star was consumed."

This was the first detail the Xhelosian had presented about why so many were fleeing the Xhelos homeworld.  Their home star was 'consumed?'  There was only one threat in the Galaxy Solluk knew of who utilized such techniques with regularity.  He glanced to Saxon, wondering if his XO had the same thought.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on September 07, 2021, 04:54:41 pm
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Whilst the little charade between Saxon and the poor Ensign Dannenberg had been playing out Cat had been intensely studying the array of food in front of her whilst keeping her ears pinned down to what was playing out. 

At the sound of Saxons voice she turned slightly to study his face.

Was that a wink she detected from the aged veteran?  Ye gods to was!  At last she finally chipped a tiny nick in that exterior armour of his.  To celebrate this major feat in her books she made herself another love heart shaped bread concoction, adding less vegetables this time and chewed happily to herself.   Now if only they had some of those little gold wrapped chocolate ball things.....

And new faces?  Cat wondered who they were and what they did.  That was the only draw back of being an Engineer, you were rarely where the action was as you were too busy crammed in a tight space fixing things. 

She had started to identify some of the more regular crew from their footwear, such was the time she spent on her back under a console or two. You could tell a lot by the state of footwear and how polished they were and any possible stains below the knees.  Sometimes with the catering crew you could even guess what was on the menu by some of the stains on their trousers.

She sighed inwardly.  Oh for name badges.

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Peter did catch the little wink, but it only confused him more. He gave a weak smile though and left the plate there that probably would remain untouched.

He was still there when two females joined them and seemed to have a better start with the First Officer. Oh well. When he was introduced, he smiled at them. "Nice to meet you." He was pleased to see that Ensign Smith seemed to enjoy the food.

"If you'll excuse me", he said and then stepped away to return to the buffet table. Walking back to Cat, he gave her playful narrow-eyed look. "You let me walk right into the trap", he grinned a little. Then he grabbed a plate to get some food for himself.

Cat tried not to grin mid chew and swallowed as fast as she could before she replied. She grinned at the Ensign

"Never play a player my dear but you got a wink from the Commander which is as rare as hens teeth so well done indeed young man! Well done indeed"

Cat nodded to the food laid down "Excellent spread by the way but if you plan to have body shaped bread canapes maybe next time have atomically correct shapes next time?  Might be MUCH more fun!  Actually on second thoughts maybe not when we have guests eh?"

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Solluk looked over as Saxon approached.

"Commander.  Captain Phreth was just describing a curious mechanism which allowed the refugee fleet to reach us.  The 'Trantalus Gate.'"

The Xhelosion wobbled his head slightly.  "It is an ancient technology found in the rimward area of the quadrant, not far from our home system.  The Gharidae used to control it, but they have since departed to unknown regions."

Solluk shook his head, "Until your mention of it, I had never heard of such a device..."  His gaze drifted briefly into the field of officers mixing at the function.  Was that the new science officer?  He raised his voice slightly, "Ensign Smith.  Lieutenant Goodspeed.  You may both find this of interest."

Then, returning his attention to Phreth, he asked, "How does this Trantalus gate work?"

A high-pitched hiss was translated into recognizable words, "There are two components to the gate system.  One close by, one near the rim.  When ships enter the gate near the rim, it generates a subspace wave effect which propels the ships at incredible speeds, until the receiving gate slows them down again.  This is why, despite our vessels having an average speed of Warp 5, we were able to reach the Trialus system swiftly when our home star was consumed."

This was the first detail the Xhelosian had presented about why so many were fleeing the Xhelos homeworld.  Their home star was 'consumed?'  There was only one threat in the Galaxy Solluk knew of who utilized such techniques with regularity.  He glanced to Saxon, wondering if his XO had the same thought.




Cats ears picked up at the mention of her name and making sure her face and top were crumb free strode over to join the Captain, Commander and guest.

She listened intently at the words that spilled from the universal translator and was in raptor at what was being said.

Her brain kicked in with an inner monolog. Oh my word.  She'd heard stories of course in her time as a civilian dock yard owner from some of the more deep space private vessels.  Weird things in space just... Sitting there. Like they were waiting for something.

She never thought they'd be real of course but part of her had always hoped they were. 

A major flaw she had found over the years was that most races thought they were the most advanced. Thought they knew everything and the thought of long dead species building more complicated and elaborate machines in deep space scared some and dented the ego of others.

But not Cat.  It was like Christmas had come early and Santa had deemed her to have been a VERY good girl this year. And to think she was just hoping for some new fluffy slippers, jim jams and maybe a kitten. 

She cleared her throat which had gone dry with excitement.  "I have heard stories Sir.." she turned slightly and nodded at Captain Phreth in respect " .. Captain... A long time ago from some of the deep travelling vessels I dealt with many years ago before I joined Starfleet but I always thought them to be fables.. Stories past down as boasts possibly."

She smiled trying not to show any teeth in fear of offending their visitor "But to have these stories confirmed is... Amazing!  I mean it is feasible to create an artificial stable Einstein–Rosen bridge but to maintain one for such a long time and of a size to permit vessels to pass through it would require an incredible amount of power!" 

She lowered her eyes to the Captain "Apologies for my enthusiasm Captain, as an engineer and previous ship builder and designer this is very exciting to me"

She smiled again and fell silent whilst inside her brain was screaming "take me there! take me there NOW".



Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 07, 2021, 07:52:26 pm
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Watching the older man take his leave, she quirked an eyebrow. Technically, she should introduce herself to her Captain but he was still busy and would likely be for a while. She turned her attention to the Science officer after selecting her own plate of nibblets, or whatever one wanted to call them. She liked the triangles most and the circles. She glanced across at the alien ambassador thoughtfully. Shapes must be culturally important to his people if they had no visual input. She didn't see anything that looked like eyes, just facial pitting that suggested a different sensory input than most species had.

Interesting.

"Ah, well the. It seems we're left to our own devices. Smith was it? Miranda? Do you have a preference?" Xiiv asked in a quiet voice, turning back to the El Aurian. "It's nice to meet you. You can call me Amarande or Xiiv, it doesn't matter which. I'm a xenobiologist, among other things. I suppose I'll meet all manner of species here on Katra. New ones are always so fascinating to puzzle out for me. I spent my last assignment working with all sorts of new spieces, helping them adapt to different environments. It was quite rewarding in itself, but I found this post open and couldn't help but apply. How long have you been here at Katra?"

Smith merely nodded as she wasnt sure what else to say then suddenly, the woman began talking and introducing herself.  "Pleasure.  Xenobiology can be quite rewarding.  Among my specialties, I am into biology, studying xenobiology in my off times but it isnt my main focus.  I have to many degrees I could pop your head.  But recently I am into astrophysics.  I arrived and spent most of my time in the stations astrometrics.  Where I can ply one of my many specialties." Smith said with a polite half smile.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 07, 2021, 09:27:14 pm
Smith merely nodded as she wasnt sure what else to say then suddenly, the woman began talking and introducing herself.  "Pleasure.  Xenobiology can be quite rewarding.  Among my specialties, I am into biology, studying xenobiology in my off times but it isnt my main focus.  I have to many degrees I could pop your head.  But recently I am into astrophysics.  I arrived and spent most of my time in the stations astrometrics.  Where I can ply one of my many specialties." Smith said with a polite half smile.

The longer you lived, the more you learned, the more you learned the more specialities one picked up. Astrometrics was pretty fun but medicine had always be where Amarande shined the brightest. She nodded in response.

"I always found xenobiology to be quite fascinating and it proves to be so on a daily basis for me," she murmured, gesturing lightly. "Ah, we'll get along quite well once we get to know each other. There's a great deal of subjects we could entertain between the both of us, I'm sure. Now, if only I hand a raktajino in hand, I'd probably be perfectly happy to listen to whatever is going on with the Ambassador and that space technology. That sounds pretty fantastic if you ask me. A gate that functions as a stable wormhole? Hmm, I can't say I have ever heard of a manmade wormhole like that before other than in stories. The science that made that must be highly advanced, more so than our current technology, which is saying quite a bit."

It wasn't like that was a conversation that was private either and her ears caught most of what was going on. She grinned at Smith, her eyebrows arched in curiosity. Ancient technology abandoned, able to transport many ships? Count her in on listening to that. Amarande did find the raktajino a moment later and poured herself some. She didn't mind it plain and blew across the surface of the hot beverage as she listened to what the Ambassador had to say, her eyes straying from Smith's as her chin tilted slightly.   
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 07, 2021, 09:44:39 pm
The longer you lived, the more you learned, the more you learned the more specialities one picked up. Astrometrics was pretty fun but medicine had always be where Amarande shined the brightest. She nodded in response.

"I always found xenobiology to be quite fascinating and it proves to be so on a daily basis for me," she murmured, gesturing lightly. "Ah, we'll get along quite well once we get to know each other. There's a great deal of subjects we could entertain between the both of us, I'm sure. Now, if only I hand a raktajino in hand, I'd probably be perfectly happy to listen to whatever is going on with the Ambassador and that space technology. That sounds pretty fantastic if you ask me. A gate that functions as a stable wormhole? Hmm, I can't say I have ever heard of a manmade wormhole like that before other than in stories. The science that made that must be highly advanced, more so than our current technology, which is saying quite a bit."

It wasn't like that was a conversation that was private either and her ears caught most of what was going on. She grinned at Smith, her eyebrows arched in curiosity. Ancient technology abandoned, able to transport many ships? Count her in on listening to that. Amarande did find the raktajino a moment later and poured herself some. She didn't mind it plain and blew across the surface of the hot beverage as she listened to what the Ambassador had to say, her eyes straying from Smith's as her chin tilted slightly.   

"What there talking about actually is not far fetched at all.  If I remember correctly from one of Voyagers mission logs, they happened upon a civilization with a similar technology but it never worked as it lacked a certain component special to the planet itself but that technology also could be translated to 'Catapult' tech, so it works on the principle of sling shooting a starship from point A to point B in a matter of seconds.  Another example of the same technology at work was used by the Ancient Iconians, there Gateway technology is highly fascinating if we could recreate it.
 If you could figure out the Vadwaar's tunnel technology referred to as underspace?, you could easily travel a fair distance quite effectively.  Then if you wish to make a single ship travel a similar distance, you could figure out how to make a Coaxial warp drive work.  It works on the principle of folding space similar to the Bajoran wormhole.  Works on the same principle." Smith said giving a nervous half smile, then decided to change the subject back to specialties.

But if we have a technology far beyond our understanding we are doomed to self annihilate ourselves.  Also, my other fields are medical sciences, applied sciences and biology.  I had a stint as a gardener for awhile, I recently picked up Xenobiology just for the reading material when I am off duty." Smith said smiling as she just realized she was over doing it.  She knew inferiorly lived species hated being outsmarted and so she went back to her quiet self munching on her food.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Beja on September 08, 2021, 01:37:40 am
USS Tigris - From New Bajor to Katra Station

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Beja had fully recovered from her injuries with the criminal explosion that had rocked throughout Katra Station. She had gone to New Bajor to have a full psych eval done by a colleague, to make sure that she was ready to go back to her duty and job at Katra. Also it allowed her to do some research, and now that had been concluded, Beja was more than ready to get back to Katra. The station had become a home to her, and her extended family. She had missed them, when she had been gone. Not even realizing just how much she had grown to think of Katra has her clan, but she did. And it would be good to be back with her clan.

A loud snort filled the runabout, bringing Beja out of her thoughts. She smiled over at her co-pilot - Widdlewot. She wasn’t sure if that was the name of this specific animal, or it was the species. She had never come across one before. Beja had heard that the Pakleds had a new ship and she had consented to bring their friend back home to them. The Pakleds had left the Widdlewot at New Bajor, and she hoped they would be happy to see their crewmate once more.

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Beja smiled over at the widdle as she reached out and scratched under its chin. She had found they had especially liked to be scratched there, the snorting becoming even louder at the scratches.

“Don’t you worry, you will be back with your crew before you know it!” Beja told Widdle.

Soon they were approaching Katra station, Beja’s heart pounded faster in her chest as she got closer to her home in the stars. Her right eyebrow went upwards when she spotted a huge fleet of ships near by the station. The last time she had seen such a sight was when the Republic of Kahless brought it’s fleet through the wormhole.

The strange thing was Beja didn’t recognize any of the ships that were part of this huge fleet. As she typed in the information into the computer console, even more troubling was there was no information on these ships. It was like they just appeared out of the stars, no record of anything like them before.

Was this a new species?

Another first contact for Katra?

Beja wasn’t going to find anything out by remaining in the runabout. She quickly docked, and looked over to her flying companion, “I don’t suppose you know those ships belong to?”

“Come on, I’m going to introduce you to a new friend, his name is Mon. Don’t be scared, he won’t eat you. I promise,” Beja smiled at Widdle as they disembarked. She wanted to go directly to report to the Commander and the Captain, but she wasn’t going to do that with the Widdle in tow. No, she needed to drop off Widdle in her office with Mon, and then she could report in. She needed to move quickly, as her curiosity had been roused by the ships.

Just who did they belong to?

And more importantly, were they friend or foe to Katra?




Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 08, 2021, 05:19:41 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge]


Katra Station - VIP lounge

Cat tried not to grin mid chew and swallowed as fast as she could before she replied. She grinned at the Ensign

"Never play a player my dear but you got a wink from the Commander which is as rare as hens teeth so well done indeed young man! Well done indeed"

Peter looked up with a grin. "I'll watch out for you in the future, Lieutenant", he chuckled. "I'm glad you say that, because ...", he leaned towards her a little and lowered his voice, "I think the Commander and I aren't very ... compatible. But your words give me hope that it wasn't as bad as a start as it felt." 


Cat nodded to the food laid down "Excellent spread by the way but if you plan to have body shaped bread canapes maybe next time have atomically correct shapes next time?  Might be MUCH more fun!  Actually on second thoughts maybe not when we have guests eh?"

Peter's face lighted up at Cat's suggestion. He instantly liked the idea. When she pointed out that such wasn't a good idea when they had guests, Peter laughed. "Uh, yeah probably. But definitely a thing to keep in mind. If nothing else, we can try that out at the next party among the crew." Peter hoped parties were a thing on Katra. Maybe in one of the clubs on the promenade? He definitely would have to kick-start plans for that.


After Peter had selected a veriety of food for himself, he joined the general group around the Xhelosian and the Captain to listen to the conversation, which he found very interesting. Something that Ensign Smith mentioned, reminded him of something he had read about during his academy years and he put down the sphere of chicken he had just taken a bite from, chewed and swallowed quickly.

"If I remember correctly, there is a species in this quadrant who actually has developed a coaxial warp drive. Their military ships are capable of crossing 30 light years in only two hours! I forgot the name of them ... Atos? Maybe this kind of technology is more common in this quadrant. Or maybe the species he had read about had somehow gotten their hands on that ancient technology of the Gharidae and had developed it further. "

When the Xhelosian mentioned that their homeworld was 'consumed' Peter instantly thought of the infamous 'planet killer', a doomsday machine that destroyed planets and consumed their rubble for fuel. He looked to the Xhelosian Captain, hoping he would specify what happened.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 08, 2021, 05:25:58 am
"What there talking about actually is not far fetched at all.  If I remember correctly from one of Voyagers mission logs, they happened upon a civilization with a similar technology but it never worked as it lacked a certain component special to the planet itself but that technology also could be translated to 'Catapult' tech, so it works on the principle of sling shooting a starship from point A to point B in a matter of seconds.  Another example of the same technology at work was used by the Ancient Iconians, there Gateway technology is highly fascinating if we could recreate it.
 If you could figure out the Vadwaar's tunnel technology referred to as underspace?, you could easily travel a fair distance quite effectively.  Then if you wish to make a single ship travel a similar distance, you could figure out how to make a Coaxial warp drive work.  It works on the principle of folding space similar to the Bajoran wormhole.  Works on the same principle." Smith said giving a nervous half smile, then decided to change the subject back to specialties.

But if we have a technology far beyond our understanding we are doomed to self annihilate ourselves.  Also, my other fields are medical sciences, applied sciences and biology.  I had a stint as a gardener for awhile, I recently picked up Xenobiology just for the reading material when I am off duty." Smith said smiling as she just realized she was over doing it.  She knew inferiorly lived species hated being outsmarted and so she went back to her quiet self munching on her food.

"Oh, I didn't mean it was far fetched just well...fantastic," Xiiv said. "To think of so many ships using it or that it's still operational, I find it rather exciting. As for doom, well, that might be taking it a little far since we know little about it. Learning to use it would be an incredible leap, especially if the gate can be replicated by some means. Faster travel to distant places sounds absolutely wonderful to me. But I've always wanted to explore. Taking up my assignment on Katra sort of means the exploring comes to me rather than getting on an exploratory vessel." Again, she gestured delicately to the reception as a whole and the Ambassador. "What more could I want for my first assignment than a new species to learn about?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 08, 2021, 11:07:41 am
"Oh, I didn't mean it was far fetched just well...fantastic," Xiiv said. "To think of so many ships using it or that it's still operational, I find it rather exciting. As for doom, well, that might be taking it a little far since we know little about it. Learning to use it would be an incredible leap, especially if the gate can be replicated by some means. Faster travel to distant places sounds absolutely wonderful to me. But I've always wanted to explore. Taking up my assignment on Katra sort of means the exploring comes to me rather than getting on an exploratory vessel." Again, she gestured delicately to the reception as a whole and the Ambassador. "What more could I want for my first assignment than a new species to learn about?"

"Well, remember, when humans started to explore in the far reaches of space, they encountered the borg?, and look at how that turned out for those explorers?" Smith said smiling politely.  "As for new species comes to you?, be careful what you say.  I was here for less then a few hours and im on a starship protecting refugees from pirates.  So you might want to keep your safety in your med bay to yourself because it wont last long.  Just accept, you go where needed when ordered too and youll be fine." Smith said calmly.

"All those years ago, I doubt those who lived before us would realize that what they explored would be the futures greatest threats from those explorations.  Upside is we have made peace with most of them.  Downside is we are at constant war with the others.  But for the technology, we arent ready for it from a scientific perspective.  Its like handing a loaded gun to a child.  Starfleet is still a child in many ways and they are not ready for technology that has surpassed them.  Im old but by my peoples standards im young so I know what im talking about.  Though I sometimes wonder what would happen if I had the experience of a long lived trill symbiote.  Now that is an exploration mission I would love to go on from a scientific view point, of course." Smith added as she bit into her food and began to politely chew.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 08, 2021, 05:06:12 pm
"Well, remember, when humans started to explore in the far reaches of space, they encountered the borg?, and look at how that turned out for those explorers?" Smith said smiling politely.  "As for new species comes to you?, be careful what you say.  I was here for less then a few hours and im on a starship protecting refugees from pirates.  So you might want to keep your safety in your med bay to yourself because it wont last long.  Just accept, you go where needed when ordered too and youll be fine." Smith said calmly.

"All those years ago, I doubt those who lived before us would realize that what they explored would be the futures greatest threats from those explorations.  Upside is we have made peace with most of them.  Downside is we are at constant war with the others.  But for the technology, we arent ready for it from a scientific perspective.  Its like handing a loaded gun to a child.  Starfleet is still a child in many ways and they are not ready for technology that has surpassed them.  Im old but by my peoples standards im young so I know what im talking about.  Though I sometimes wonder what would happen if I had the experience of a long lived trill symbiote.  Now that is an exploration mission I would love to go on from a scientific view point, of course." Smith added as she bit into her food and began to politely chew.

[Katra - VIP Lounge]

"Ah," was all she could get out to all of that, feeling more as if she were berated than having a discussion. "I'm sure your viewpoints are quite unique, Ensign Smith, and are of great interest to Starfleet. Pardon me, it occurs to me I should refill my raktajino and meet a few others while they're all in the same room. It was interesting meeting you."

She made a circuit around the room, introducing herself and chatting with a few others. With the Captain entertaining the Ambassador, she would have to find a different time to introduce herself to him as she didn't want to interrupt such a crucial moment in a Starfleet new alien relationship. But she did listen, taking up a position on the fringes of the conversation, curious as to what else the alien might reveal about this space gate.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on September 08, 2021, 05:23:35 pm
[Katra - VIP Lounge]

"Ah," was all she could get out to all of that, feeling more as if she were berated than having a discussion. "I'm sure your viewpoints are quite unique, Ensign Smith, and are of great interest to Starfleet. Pardon me, it occurs to me I should refill my raktajino and meet a few others while they're all in the same room. It was interesting meeting you."

She made a circuit around the room, introducing herself and chatting with a few others. With the Captain entertaining the Ambassador, she would have to find a different time to introduce herself to him as she didn't want to interrupt such a crucial moment in a Starfleet new alien relationship. But she did listen, taking up a position on the fringes of the conversation, curious as to what else the alien might reveal about this space gate.

Smith beat herself up over ruining a potential friendship.  Was it her borg implants that scared her off? was it her opinions?, socializing was so difficult for the young El Aurian, as she was still missing the collective in the sense that their thoughts and voices were one, but to find herself in a position where she could not sense the others thoughts?, know what they were thinking? was quite unsettling for her.  Still she was freed from the collective and in some sense 'peace' or the lack of a proper word for it.

Smith watched her go and shrugged, really upset with herself.  Curse of being long lived or being ex borg or her many specialties, she was unsure what was the greater curse.  Perhaps one day she will find a friend who didnt mind this about her, but until then she headed for the buffet table to refill her plate.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on September 08, 2021, 08:28:58 pm
[VIP Lounge]

This was a meet and greet but none the less, Jeb found himself trolling the room and watching everything that everyone was doing. In an attempt to look like he wasn't working, he carried a drink in his hands. He had been in the area when the new Ops officer had brought the plate over to Saxon and he couldn't help but to grin and stifle a quiet laugh. He gathered himself and continued his patrolling.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on September 08, 2021, 08:33:55 pm
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[SS Wonderland]

[Katra Station - Promenade - IDIC restaurant]

While Juraan didn't think Finn could be a clone, he was interested in the story and asked Tamani to elaborate that story. When Cathy made the comment about Finn being one of a kind and better should not be cloned, Juraan chuckled. "She's not that wrong about that, you know", he grinned and then looked to Cathy.

Juraan tried to answer Tamani's questions as well as he could, but clearly he didn't feel comfortable to share too much about his past. Her question how he ended up with 'such a crew' made him eye her for a moment. "It might sound strange, but I would prefer this crew to any of the many I've been in before."

When the food arrived, Juraan digged in, now and then picking a couple of french fries Cathy shared with him. He wasn't too sure about Tamani's choice of food - did she always eat like that? Urgh. Or if she just ate that in front of him to prove something to him? Urgh as well. He actually found it attractive when a woman was able to enjoy a meal thoroughly and wasn't calorie counting the whole day. There were certainly ways to burn those calories off. But it was only food. Juraan liked what he head learned about her ever since they had met - and she was pretty.

When Finn's call came in, Juraan had just pushed the last piece of meat into his mouth and was glad when Cathy answered him. He was confused as to the details too, but couldn't but grin at her teasing way of getting those details from their Captain. Only then did he realize that it meant they would leave Katra - which meant to leave Tamani.

"Do you really have to go?", Tamani asked after they had gotten up, looking sad.

Juraan nodded. "I'm afraid we do." He was kinda sad, too. "But, we'll return to Katra regularly. Maybe we'll see each other again?" He gave her a kind smile.

Tamani stepped up to him. "Drop me a line when you've got time", she said, smiling. They had exchanged their contact info before.

"I will", he promised. Tamani then moved to give him a hug which Juraan happily accepted. Then, unexpectedly, Tamani turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Juraan faltered for a split second and then reciprocated the kiss before pulling away. "I want to say 'I hate goodbyes', but I can't really say that now."

She chuckled and then stepped away. "Have a good time. Stay safe."

Juraan nodded. "Payal." (*Bye) He then waited for Cathy and returned to the Wonderland.

Cathy enjoyed her burger while Tamani shrugged off Juraan's questions about the cloning rumor.  "I really don't know much about it but rumor has it that a couple of the ranking officers at the time we actually clones and sabotaging the station.  Things like that tend to happen here."

Not long after her call with Finn ended - cutting lunch short - Cathy opened her communicator and called Chiree on hers (the communicator was actually a spare from the Wonderland II but Cathy had given it to the quiet girl so that they should stay in contact for exactly moments like now).   

~/\~"Chiree!"~/\~  Cathy greeted once her call was picked up, ~/\~"Finn's gotten himself into a bit of trouble with Station security and it looks like we are gonna be heading out on our next run a bit earlier than expected.  Make your way back to the ship on the double before the powers that be change their mind and impound the ship next."~/\~

She looked up from her call to see Tamani locking lips with Juraan, and felt a stab of resentment towards the other woman.  Part of her wanted to pull the other woman away by the hair for daring to be that intimate with Juraan.  The worst part was Juraan kissed her back... and not just humoringly.  Cathy had to look away and busied herself grabbing up the dirty plates and bringing them to the recycler.  Her good mood from earlier suddenly was dismal.

Cathy kept her head low and pushed past Juraan to leave the restaurant, and afterwards, found every possible way to ignore him on the way back to the ship.



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[Wonderland]

Juraan entered the bridge. "Have you been released ... or are we running away?"

[SS Wonderland]

Cathy entered the bridge after Juraan and quickly headed to her spot in the co-pilot's seat. 
Juraan's teasing comment to Finn would normally have earned a laugh from Cathy but right then she was just trying her best not to scowl.   
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Finn Moreno on September 09, 2021, 12:21:49 am
[Wonderland]
It had taken them a while but now both Cathy and Juraan were here which he was very thankful for.

He gave the Bajoran an eye roll and muttered.
"You have no idea. Fucking idiots."
Of course he was aware that they couldn't initially know he'd been framed but he was sour!
"We're not running but I'm not staying to let whoever framed me do it again. I'm out of here as soon as I can."
He cast a glance at Cathy and added. "It's better before your past gets uncovered..."
Or maybe his own.
"I'm not sure when or whether I'm coming back here. You can still get off the Wonderland and stay. But I don't fancy getting locked up for nothing."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 09, 2021, 04:39:54 am
<VIP Lounge - Katra Station>

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VIP Lounge - Katra Station

Solluk looked over as Saxon approached.

"Commander.  Captain Phreth was just describing a curious mechanism which allowed the refugee fleet to reach us.  The 'Trantalus Gate.'"

The Xhelosion wobbled his head slightly.  "It is an ancient technology found in the rimward area of the quadrant, not far from our home system.  The Gharidae used to control it, but they have since departed to unknown regions."

Solluk shook his head, "Until your mention of it, I had never heard of such a device..."  His gaze drifted briefly into the field of officers mixing at the function.  Was that the new science officer?  He raised his voice slightly, "Ensign Smith.  Lieutenant Goodspeed.  You may both find this of interest."

Then, returning his attention to Phreth, he asked, "How does this Trantalus gate work?"

A high-pitched hiss was translated into recognizable words, "There are two components to the gate system.  One close by, one near the rim.  When ships enter the gate near the rim, it generates a subspace wave effect which propels the ships at incredible speeds, until the receiving gate slows them down again.  This is why, despite our vessels having an average speed of Warp 5, we were able to reach the Trialus system swiftly when our home star was consumed."

This was the first detail the Xhelosian had presented about why so many were fleeing the Xhelos homeworld.  Their home star was 'consumed?'  There was only one threat in the Galaxy Solluk knew of who utilized such techniques with regularity.  He glanced to Saxon, wondering if his XO had the same thought.


At first mention of this 'Trantalus Gate' in the transporter room, Century had positively salivated with the thought of finding out more. But as this conversation continued within the VIP suite, he realised this merely some form of assistive propulsion to aid the refugees. Merely(!), he thought to himself wryly. He had come across similar technology over his career, but none still existed, or were not within reach. It seemed, however, there was now something in the proverbial neighbourhood. Of course, his primary concern was who else had access to such means - a threat force with some kind of speed multiplier would be quite the tactical concern.

So, as Phreth spoke of their journey, Saxon listened politely, but the wily old fox already thinking about how to blow this 'gate' up.

By coincidence, the subject of blowing up entered the conversation, and for a second John wondered if the Xhelosian was telepathic. Consumed? The star? His grey eyes flicked to Captain Solluk, and they met. He responded with a small nod to confirm he had picked this up.

The Gregari (https://thetenthfleet.com/index.php?topic=11.msg58#msg58).

The innumerable swarms of what seemed to be small, autonomous drones were directly observed to destroy stars with focused soliton waves, harvesting the materials from the resulting stellar matter - solid metallic hydrogen - into the construction of new Gregari . The material that could be reaped from a single star was immense; who knew how many stars they had razed over time - but their sheer numbers were thought to be beyond any comparable threat force in any Quadrant. Individually, and in small numbers, these small craft were insignificant and of little to mild threat - their metallic hydrogen construction easily wrecked by conventional weapons. But a single swarm could number the millions, and their novel soliton wave firepower already difficult to deflect.

But the possibility of the Gregari being involved with the refugee fleet also tied up with the attacks from the Wanderers. Both had been known to have been 'employed' by the Thinkers; and whilst the Gregari's action could be seen as an isolated (if tragic) coincidence, given they often acted as cosmic locusts rather than conquerors, it was a little too convenient that both affiliated forces had been involved; the former directed to force the Xhelosians to flee, and the Wanderers to... what? Pick them off? The refugees were certainly no match for either even on 'home turf' so they hardly needed to be scattered and separated like tuna for easier pickings.

It made little sense. Unless the aim was simply to spitefully create a new, benign swarm to stretch Katra's resources further. His mind's eye narrowed.

As they were joined by other officers, Saxon struggled to keep up with the discussion. There were plenty of debate about the nature of the 'Trantalus Gate' some he dimly recognised from Starfleet records of around 20 years when the USS Voyager returned. He, like most other Enlisted, were not overly involved in pouring over the debriefs upon its retutrn, but his somewhat more 'illustrious' reputation afforded him a little more access to logs that would otherwise had been expected. Most of what he knew, at the time, therefore came from the holodocs that detailed the ship's journey through the Delta Quadrant.

Time and...other...matters provided more intimate experience of some of the documented threat forces that followed.

So, at a moment where the conversation had a natural pause, Saxon turned to Solluk. "Captain" he said in his gravelly but well-accented, voice, "if you would excuse me?" The unspoken message was that the First Officer was about to turn to his dual duties as the station's Strategic Operations Officer.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 09, 2021, 01:19:26 pm
<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

Standing in the grand display of stars in the local star cluster to as far as the station's sensors could see, plus what had been explored up to current date: A'Thaton was not enraptured with the beauty and majesty of the newly encountered stars.  After the excitement of the USS Aquila's combat engagement as well as the fighter wings put to flight and fight; the flight departments of ship and station had been busy getting all back to ready status in case any more excitement arose. A'Thaton had done his stint organizing the repair efforts and was satisfied enough that the relevant repair teams were making good enough progress without his personal supervision or assistance. Instead, having left the hanger crew and personnel orders to contact him should a new problem arise that needs his help, he took to astrometrics to puzzle out something that had been bothering him all day. Where did such a big flotillia of ships come from, where did their shared enemies strike from, and what routes did they take to do so? These were the questions that had the room streaked with brilliant lines and digital arrows and highlights across the display.

A'Thaton was a Caitian born in the stars and had served many years between them, and he did not like such a large fleet moving around without him already having understood their course. However, the trick of predicative course charting was that you could only safely guess so accurately without literally tracing over the warp-wake of those who had passed there. The good news was he wasn't tracking some single-seat shuttle that was star hopping from one system to the next in search of fun vistas to look at: this was a massive fleet that had the needs of a fleet on the run. That narrowed the incredible cone of possible courses it could've taken considerably, but it was all so much guess work; much of which he was sure his fellow officers were already narrowing down through the fine art of diplomacy. He rubbed his eyes for a bit and sighed, wondering how much he was wasting his time.

Ever since the bombing attack, A'Thaton found himself almost stuck in autopilot. He had not gone to such a degree of autopilot to draw a lengthy medical leave or intensive counselling sessions; well, no more than anyone else who had suffered that day. Instead, he felt he just was doing the job and getting back Rahma for the night to chat about some new art piece or another. Though his off-duty time was plenty joyful in Rahma's company, his duty-hours were just falling into a strange rut of routine. He had worked his way up from ensign before, but somehow he had lacked the push and drive of his younger years. On this day though, he was a Caitian on a mission to get an answer.

The Xhelosian fleet had traversed space at great speed and under great duress, there were only so many ways they reasonably could have gone. These were the thoughts that rested on his mind as he folded his arms and stared at the work in front of him. The known course and flight paths of the fleet from first sensor contact, from there an orange cone that bloomed out across the known stars of a possible range of vectors they could've taken to get to that point. Little by little he narrowed it down, queried the computer, pondered some more, only for the cone to have been shaved down in volume by a few light years at a time. The easy answer was to just ask the Xhelosians for their navigation data, but even then A'Thaton had to account for deception, computer data corruption, or even alien methodologies of astronavigation. For all the vastness of Federation knowledge, Starfleet training, and his own experience: the cone of orange shimmered in across the screen still far too large for A'Thaton to be happy with his result. He was missing a piece, he could tell.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 10, 2021, 02:06:27 am
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VIP Lounge - Katra Station

Solluk looked to Cat as she commented on the stories she’d heard about Captain Phreth’s described gate system.  Just stories, at the time.  But now, it seemed those tales had been confirmed, and much to her delight. 

For his own part, Solluk wasn’t sure whether he should be delighted or concerned.  What he did know was that they had to learn more about this Trantalus Gate.  Its unknown technology could contain the key to reactivating the wormhole… or even creating one of their own.

More concerning was the possibility that such a gate might allow something more sinister than refugees to reach the Trialus system.

”No need for apologies, Lieutenant,” Solluk said to Goodspeed, ”Your enthusiasm for this topic is auspicious.  I think we may have to mount a mission to see this gate for ourselves… if only briefly.”

Ensign Dannenberg commented on the Atrosians, and their coaxial warp drive.  He nodded at the Ensign, ”Atrosians.  Yes.  One wonders how such a technology as this Trantalus Gate might have impacted development of drive systems throughout the quadrant.”

The Xhelosian Captain quirked his head slightly to one side.  Solluk wished he could decipher some of their body language.

”The mysteries of the gate lie far beyond our understanding,” Phreth said, ”but perhaps others have indeed learned something from it.”

Saxon politely asked to be excused, and Solluk nodded, speaking softly.  ”Of course.  Perhaps you could check that the Starstalker is in flying trim.  I’d like someone to have a look at this.  As soon as possible.”

Turning his attention back to Phreth, Solluk asked, ”Can you tell me more about what happened to your home star system?”

Phreth twitched.  ”We had heard of them, but had never seen them before.  They were many.  Like infinite swarms of insects.  They surrounded our star, and it ceased to be.   A wave of energy erupted from our dead star to smash the system.  The evacuation was as swift and efficient as we could manage.  Still, only very few of us escaped.  I will forever be haunted by that knowledge.  By the feeling I should have done more...”

He paused, then added, "I am fatigued.  I would like to return to my ship."

Solluk stood.  "Certainly.  I will let you know as soon as I learn anything about your application for relocation."

Captain Phreth wobbled, and then began to depart.  Solluk nodded to Bryson, indicating that the man should escort Phreth back to the transporter room.  It seemed that this first meeting with the Xhelosians was at an end.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Rayek tr'Lhoell on September 11, 2021, 11:51:38 pm
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NPC Cathy Daniels
[SS Wonderland]

[Wonderland]
It had taken them a while but now both Cathy and Juraan were here which he was very thankful for.

He gave the Bajoran an eye roll and muttered.
"You have no idea. Fucking idiots."
Of course he was aware that they couldn't initially know he'd been framed but he was sour!
"We're not running but I'm not staying to let whoever framed me do it again. I'm out of here as soon as I can."
He cast a glance at Cathy and added. "It's better before your past gets uncovered..."
Or maybe his own.
"I'm not sure when or whether I'm coming back here. You can still get off the Wonderland and stay. But I don't fancy getting locked up for nothing."

Cathy gave a snort at Finn's offer for her to stay.  She shook her head and glanced between him and Juraan before answering.  "Everyone I care about is on this ship." That included Odelot.  Even the oddly quiet Chiree was growing on her.  "The station is nice to visit, but yeah it ain't worth the risk of any of us getting locked up."

While a prolonged absence was fine with her, Cathy wondered whether Juraan was going to regret leaving Tamani, and she wondered if leaving Katra was what Chiree really wanted.  Well, if it wasn't when they got to the next port of call, Cathy could always just send Chiree back to the station via some other ship.

After looking over the pre-flight checks and contacting the station, Cathy nodded her readiness. "We're ready to go, Captain Finn. We are cleared to leave."





OOC: as Finn is on LOA, Cathy will be silent unless needed to interact with Chiree or Juraan
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on September 12, 2021, 07:16:39 pm
[VIP Lounge - Katra Station]

Jeb patrolled the room but constantly found himself around the same area as the captain. He was certainly close enough to catch the COs nod. He returned a slight one of his own and stepped to Captain Phreth's side.

"If you'll follow me, Captain? I'll escort you to the Transporter Room." he said to the Xhelosians.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 13, 2021, 02:53:08 am
<Katra Station>

(https://i.imgur.com/KSwKtmA.png)
VIP Lounge - Katra Station

Solluk looked to Cat as she commented on the stories she’d heard about Captain Phreth’s described gate system.  Just stories, at the time.  But now, it seemed those tales had been confirmed, and much to her delight. 

For his own part, Solluk wasn’t sure whether he should be delighted or concerned.  What he did know was that they had to learn more about this Trantalus Gate.  Its unknown technology could contain the key to reactivating the wormhole… or even creating one of their own.

More concerning was the possibility that such a gate might allow something more sinister than refugees to reach the Trialus system.

”No need for apologies, Lieutenant,” Solluk said to Goodspeed, ”Your enthusiasm for this topic is auspicious.  I think we may have to mount a mission to see this gate for ourselves… if only briefly.”

Ensign Dannenberg commented on the Atrosians, and their coaxial warp drive.  He nodded at the Ensign, ”Atrosians.  Yes.  One wonders how such a technology as this Trantalus Gate might have impacted development of drive systems throughout the quadrant.”

The Xhelosian Captain quirked his head slightly to one side.  Solluk wished he could decipher some of their body language.

”The mysteries of the gate lie far beyond our understanding,” Phreth said, ”but perhaps others have indeed learned something from it.”

Saxon politely asked to be excused, and Solluk nodded, speaking softly.  ”Of course.  Perhaps you could check that the Starstalker is in flying trim.  I’d like someone to have a look at this.  As soon as possible.”

Turning his attention back to Phreth, Solluk asked, ”Can you tell me more about what happened to your home star system?”

Phreth twitched.  ”We had heard of them, but had never seen them before.  They were many.  Like infinite swarms of insects.  They surrounded our star, and it ceased to be.   A wave of energy erupted from our dead star to smash the system.  The evacuation was as swift and efficient as we could manage.  Still, only very few of us escaped.  I will forever be haunted by that knowledge.  By the feeling I should have done more...”

He paused, then added, "I am fatigued.  I would like to return to my ship."

Solluk stood.  "Certainly.  I will let you know as soon as I learn anything about your application for relocation."

Captain Phreth wobbled, and then began to depart.  Solluk nodded to Bryson, indicating that the man should escort Phreth back to the transporter room.  It seemed that this first meeting with the Xhelosians was at an end.

Appreciating the Captain's swift and clear permission to give leave to the room, Saxon gave a short bow at the shoulder to Phreth, and a swift nod to the other officers, and exited at a somewhat brisk march. A pace surely made for him.

As he crossed the threshold into the corridor, he tapped his badge. "Saxon to OCC".

There was a pause, and a sound of someone in the background asking someone else to 'shhh'. He raised an unkempt eyebrow to himself. "Control here, Commander."

Turning into a junction towards the nearest turbolist, 'Century' continued to march witrh purpose. "Who is the lead pilot on duty, if you please?"

As he arrived at the turbolift doors, there was another pause over the line, but this time accompanied by the more expected sounds of a console being accessed. Then, "Ensign A'Thaton, sir."

Despite no-one being around, Saxon pulled an expression of approval. The Caitian - experienced, intuitive, tactically minded -  was perfect for what was soon to be necessary; as long as their hot temperament was kept in check.  "Excellent. Please inform the docking control team to prepare the Starstalker for departure. The pilot will assist with final pre-flight checks." He thumbed the call for the lift carriage and stepped in.

"Aye, sir."

Closing the channel with one tap, John tapped again to re-establish a new call. Technically, he needn't had done so - the ever-present computer had advanced enough intelligence to monitor for verbal cues, but he had never got out of the habit; indeed, he missed the golden days of having to flip up a communicator antennae. This, then, was the next best thing. "Commander Saxon", he said, as he rode the turbolift to Deck 1, "to Ensign A'Thaton. I have a mission for you..."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 13, 2021, 09:37:51 am
<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

When Saxon voice called out from his commbadge, A'Thaton tensed up as he was broken from his study of the alien fleet's course. He sighed at himself for being startled and looked up a little to reply back to the Commander.

 =/\= "Ensign A'thaton here, Commander. Where do you need me, sir?" =/\=

A'Thaton hadn't had the chance to work under Saxon directly, but had reviewed the officer's file. A career Starfleet Human who served long before A'Thaton had even left the orbit of Cait; an unconventional security man with rather radical ideas, the sort that won battles and courted medals often; and the sort of person he would've followed around peppering with questions as a cub. Enlistees turn officer, in A'Thaton's experience, took no excuses and had a unique drive and perspective that Academy officers generally didn't get until they hit full lieutenancy, and even then, only those few pushed up the ranks. A'Thaton had wanted to talk with the man since he transferred over, pick the brain of a fellow veteran who knew his business and help refine A'Thaton's own ship-to-ship experience and fleet combat knowledge with a man who had experienced it all from the lower decks upto deck 1. However, A'Thaton wasn't a senior officer any more and Saxon was the station XO. It wasn't his place to approach the Commander unless he had a good reason. If nothing else, A'Thaton was ready to prove he was more than his disciplinary record would suggest.

The Caitain looked toward the screen of his musings and suspicions then said aloud, "Computer, save current astronav file under A'Thaton Nav model number zero-two-seven. Close current session and reset to default status." He then turned away as the lines and cone vanished and the stars of the sector hummed there quietly, awaiting new questions to be answered. For A'Thaton's part, he stood at a relaxed attention in the middle of the room as he perked his ears to listen for his orders.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 14, 2021, 11:46:24 am
<Katra Station - Turbolift to Deck 1>

<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

When Saxon voice called out from his commbadge, A'Thaton tensed up as he was broken from his study of the alien fleet's course. He sighed at himself for being startled and looked up a little to reply back to the Commander.

 =/\= "Ensign A'thaton here, Commander. Where do you need me, sir?" =/\=

A'Thaton hadn't had the chance to work under Saxon directly, but had reviewed the officer's file. A career Starfleet Human who served long before A'Thaton had even left the orbit of Cait; an unconventional security man with rather radical ideas, the sort that won battles and courted medals often; and the sort of person he would've followed around peppering with questions as a cub. Enlistees turn officer, in A'Thaton's experience, took no excuses and had a unique drive and perspective that Academy officers generally didn't get until they hit full lieutenancy, and even then, only those few pushed up the ranks. A'Thaton had wanted to talk with the man since he transferred over, pick the brain of a fellow veteran who knew his business and help refine A'Thaton's own ship-to-ship experience and fleet combat knowledge with a man who had experienced it all from the lower decks upto deck 1. However, A'Thaton wasn't a senior officer any more and Saxon was the station XO. It wasn't his place to approach the Commander unless he had a good reason. If nothing else, A'Thaton was ready to prove he was more than his disciplinary record would suggest.

The Caitain looked toward the screen of his musings and suspicions then said aloud, "Computer, save current astronav file under A'Thaton Nav model number zero-two-seven. Close current session and reset to default status." He then turned away as the lines and cone vanished and the stars of the sector hummed there quietly, awaiting new questions to be answered. For A'Thaton's part, he stood at a relaxed attention in the middle of the room as he perked his ears to listen for his orders.

The turbolift car continued its short journey as he updated the Flight Officer, impressed at the swift and professional response. "Report to Docking Bay 2 if you please, Mister AThaton. You'll be taking the Starstalker out; maximum stealth parameters. Please head there immediately and oversee its preparations. Mission profile will be added to the computer, but succinctly: you'll be tasked with tracing back the route of the refugee fleet to their home system; this may have been destroyed by the species known as the Gregari - the Library Database will provide some details of what little we know. We need this confirmed and-"

The turbolift opened, and he stepped out into the corridor leading to the OCC, "to ascertain any connection to this attack by the Thinkers." To himself, he pulled a face that bordered on irritation. He was particularly pugnacious about that arrogant piece of work that was their figurehead; it was their machinations that directly resulted in his medical leave. Not to mention they who had collapsed the wormhole. He wished it were he that was heading on this mission - he'd certainly toy with the idea of making a detour and ridding the Quadrant of this threat.

Recollections of a particularly direct and pragmatic Orion senior security crewman who had attempted the same thing to the horror and dishonour of the Service put a lid on that compulsion...but hot lava filled his veins at the very thought. "Report when you're ready to depart."

The ambient noise changed dramatically as Saxon entered the OCC. Ambient noise that had been chatter became hurried hush, peppered by the occasional spluttering into a cup, or the clearing of a crumb from a throat caused by the inhale of baked goods that had the unmistakable homemade signs of being prepared by one certain Chief Engineer. Hands swept consoles clear, and nervous glances to each other, gave Century all he needed to know. It was to be expected - moderately so; the senior officers, Department Heads, and selected representatives of such Departments, were almost always at what junior crew sometimes called the 'Shindig', and those not attended (and unlikely to until they too reached certain positions or were rota'd in) were rumoured to bring in their own snacks, on the proviso it was never spotted by the senior officers. It was an open secret, and John didn't particularly relish pulling them up on it; if the job was being performed satisfactorily, how they fuelled their attention was not for him to say.

To a point.

Giving them all a moment to compose themselves, and to remove all traces of their somewhat non-regulation refreshments, Saxon cleared his throat theatrically and, in the most dramatic fashion, raised his PADD to eye level as if to inspect the contents without distraction. In his peripheral vision, frantic kicking of items began in earnest and palms swiping boards clear, with frenzied Cadets scooping up elements and ferrying them out of sight. John mentally gave them 5 seconds.

He looked back at them in 4.

It was as if they had been working studiously at all times.

Stroking his beard, he looked around and spoke in a volume that brooked no further errant behaviour. "Status of our visitors' ships, if you please."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 15, 2021, 10:44:18 am
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Katra Station - Ready Room

Captain Phreth accompanied Bryson off of the station without further comment.  As soon as the Xhelosian left, Solluk returned to his ready room to begin a new series of calls.  There were some options which he had not yet explored for the disposition of the refugees.  While he hoped that the interim Council on New Bajor would agree to host the Xhelosians, he couldn't be sure of it.

Solluk looked into his desk terminal as an image of the Tholian appeared.  "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, Ambassador.  I am reaching out due to the arrival of a great number of refugee ships in the system, as I'm sure you've noticed."

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"The interlopers have become known to us," the Tholian ambassador confirmed.

Solluk lived in perpetual hope that there were translation issues between the Tholian language and Federation standard.  However, he wasn't entirely convinced that was the case.

"I know that your government is always on the lookout for worlds suitable for Tholian colonization, and that your courier ship has performed some scouting of local systems in search of such worlds," Solluk prompted.

"Suitable worlds for Tholian habitation are rare," the Ambassador replied.

Solluk nodded, "Indeed.  Our own ship resources are always on the lookout for worlds that may interest you."  He leaned forward hopefully, "Meanwhile, however, I wonder if your people have discovered any uninhabited worlds in this quadrant which might serve the needs of these refugees."

There was a long pause.

Then, the answer:  "No."

Solluk had expected something more.  He nodded, "I see.  Well, Ambassador, thank you-"

The screen switched off.   Solluk frowned at the display, wondering if he'd offended the ambassador, or whether this was just the usual Tholian personality.

Sighing, he moved on to the next person on his list... the Wadi ambassador.

That... should be interesting.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 15, 2021, 11:39:50 am
<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

The veteran Caitian blinked and tilted his head a little up at the ceiling at the briefing Saxon provided. What he suggested was an outlier possibility to A'Thaton -a warp gate or wormhole-alike method of travel- but he never thought it could've been connected with the very people who had trapped them all on the wrong side of the wormhole. He shrugged his shoulders to work out the tension building before replying, "Aye Commander, I'll head there now and call down the order to prep the craft for flight. Will report in once ready, sir."


<Turbolift to Deck 7 - Katra Station>

A'Thaton waved a paw at a nearby officer to hand him a nearby unused PADD, he nodded his thanks on receiving it and strode quickly out of the room tapping away the device. First he downloaded his Nav model 027 from the computer to compare against the course he was trailing along, amused at himself that he had accidentally been prepping himself for the mission; he then pulled up the computer files for the Gregari and the Thinkers to review what was known of their technology: specifically regarding propulsion and sensor systems, given his mission. However the file was very thin, as thin as the last time he reviewed it. A'Thaton had spend time on front-line operations against unknown hostile forces before, fighting the Dominion at first was an exercise in persistent frustration. During his tenure with the Yeager, he had learned to embrace his own ignorance and adjust himself and those under him to prepare to be surprised. Pulling up the file on the Starstalker made him feel a lot better about his chances to surprise his enemies for once.


<Level C - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As A'Thaton stepped out onto the dock floor, he took a nice deep breath and let his voice roar across the floor. "Flight listen up!" Some enlistees and officers who weren't used to his way of getting the floor's attention nearly jumped at the Caitian roaring at them, the rest suppressing a chuckle at their expense. In either case, enlistees and officers alike who weren't already working on something turned their attention to A'Thaton as he came to a stop and looked around to address them. "Hope you're all awake now, got a new sortie that needs to be expedited." He strode about the floor with PADD in hand in the midst of his fellow flight crew, gesturing as he spoke. "I need the Starstalker prepped for flight with haste, I want a double check on its fuel, diagnostics run on sensors and the baffles." He pointed with his PADD at his fellow ensign. "Ensign Stewart, I want you to contact Docking Control and make sure my sortie has priority for take-off; the minute command wants me out the door I want to have nothing but clear space launch into. Also, I need you to secure me a co-pilot rated for Fleming class operations." He then looked to the enlistee crew chief on-duty, "Chief, I'm going to get suited up and I will be helping you and your crew to run through diagnostics once I get seated in the craft." He patted the chief on the shoulder, "I'll try not to make you wait too long on Fabio." He grinned as some of the junior crew behind the chief flinched; they hadn't realized that A'Thaton had overheard the nickname some of the enlistees had for their long-maned Caitian pilot. "Ensign, stop scaring them and get to work." the crew chief replied, mock-annoyed at A'Thaton's jest.

In a hurry, the dock was abuzz with new activity as the flight department readied for the Starstalker to fly. Although Starfleet regulations mandate all small craft aboard were to be ready to fly on a moments notice: it was the responsibility of the pilot assigned to make sure they were happy with the craft being ready to fly before they moved off the dock floor. A'Thaton knew some pilots preferred to minimize the weight they put on the rest of the department, but A'Thaton much preferred to lean on the wide array of expertise to catch things he might miss. Even if he was the only pilot aboard, he knew he flew by the grace of teams of skilled graduates of the Earth and Mars academies. After a short time, he had on an pilot's EVA suit with his mane pinned down and his helmet tucked under one arm as he approached the flurry of activity around the Starstalker.

The Fleming-class Light Surveyor loomed 26 meters long across the deck floor like a slice of darkness from between the stars was peeled off and made into a shuttle. A'Thaton was familiar with the specs and was rated to fly it, but that did not make him altogether comfortable with the craft and what it represented. Even during the Dominion war, A'Thaton had vocally cautioned and wrote in Starfleet journals about how easy it could be for Starfleet to forget the primary duties of its charter in the face of war. He was a wartime officer, but he had signed up for service to explore the stars and meet strange aliens far from the comforts of Cait. The Fleming-class surveyors were something of a knife's edge for A'Thaton. Unlike the Defiant class or even Prometheus class, both implements of tactical operations, the Fleming was for the other side of security work: intelligence operations. A'Thaton preferred the power of knowledge over torpedoes and it was that: but such a craft could be used for far more nefarious purposes.


<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As he stepped into the craft, he nodded his thanks to some of the flight crew that stepped by him who had been doing last-minute checks on the internals. He took his seat at the helm of the craft and began running through his pre-flight checklist, calling out to the crew chief and verbally narrating his actions for the ship's recorder as he tapped away at the computer controls to ensure all systems were in full working order and no lingering issues were waiting to surprise him once he left dock. As part of the checklist, he pulled up his mission profile details on one of the screens, giving it a silent read for the details Saxon hadn't the time to brief him on. As the final part of his checklist, he fitted his helmet into place with a satisfying life-saving hiss as it locked into the place. He then checked his suit for environmental integrity one last time before tapping up the comms channel to station operations.

 =/\= "This is Ensign A'Thaton to Commander Saxon, I am aboard and craft is ready to fly. Awaiting your orders, sir." =/\=

 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 16, 2021, 06:45:08 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 6 - VIP Lounge >>> Deck 1 - OOC]
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After the dinner had ended quicker and more sudden than he had expected, Peter had fetched another bite to eat here and there until the Hospitality Services came in to clear the room. Pushing the other half of a chicken sphere into his mouth while he was still chewing, Peter made his way back to the nearest turbolift while he wiped his hands clean at the trouser leg of his uniform.

Entering the OCC Peter resumed his spot at the Ops console. Other than last time, the First Officer John Saxon was present now and would sit at the console next to him if he chose to. Oh great. He wished he could change up the positions of the consoles.

The traffic had not become less over the past hours. Still ships with the refugees came in and it started to become quite crowded in Katra's air space, more so than it was already. "About half the refugee fleet reached us now", Peter reported. Most of them were passing the Kuiper Belt now to reach the planetary region where they could sit for the time being. It was difficult to coordinate the incoming fleet of refugee ships and the normal air traffic around Katra.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 17, 2021, 03:29:13 am
<Katra Station - OCC>


<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As he stepped into the craft, he nodded his thanks to some of the flight crew that stepped by him who had been doing last-minute checks on the internals. He took his seat at the helm of the craft and began running through his pre-flight checklist, calling out to the crew chief and verbally narrating his actions for the ship's recorder as he tapped away at the computer controls to ensure all systems were in full working order and no lingering issues were waiting to surprise him once he left dock. As part of the checklist, he pulled up his mission profile details on one of the screens, giving it a silent read for the details Saxon hadn't the time to brief him on. As the final part of his checklist, he fitted his helmet into place with a satisfying life-saving hiss as it locked into the place. He then checked his suit for environmental integrity one last time before tapping up the comms channel to station operations.

 =/\= "This is Ensign A'Thaton to Commander Saxon, I am aboard and craft is ready to fly. Awaiting your orders, sir." =/\=

Saxon tapped his badge to the swift and timely report from the Flight Officer, once more pushing down a twinge of jealousy. And not a small amount of sentimentality; the small stealth ship had almost been his tomb some months ago, but ended up being his literal lifeline. Seeing it fly again, and not being aboard, pulled at his cloned heart.  "Acknowledged. You are cleared for immediate departure, Starstalker. We will remain in contact. Given local traffic, Ops will provide you with optimum navigational waypoints until you clear the system. Godspeed."

Turning to Ensign Dannenberg, who was blissfully now without a tray of hors d'oeuvre and now sat at his station in the OCC, he nodded at the update to the refugee fleet that was still limping in. 10 milllion souls; dozens of ships of various sizes; all rammed to rafters with frightened and desperate peoples. And the com channels were already slowly filling up with hails from craft that sought updates or assistance. "Link with Starstalker and assist with their route out, if you please Mister Dannenberg; we don't want our visitors to inadvertently getting in the way. Then see if we can ascertain any of the caravan that needs urgent support and co-ordinate by priority with Engineering and Flight teams."

With his hands behind his back, Century turned to the holoimage in the centre showing the ever-increasing numbers, but his thoughts were with Captain Solluk who had no doubt the greatest of challenges...
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 17, 2021, 07:35:57 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


It was difficult not to lose track with all the incoming calls and regular air traffic. At Saxon's order, he nodded and turned back to his console. "Aye, Commander."

His fingers flew over the display as he looked at the position of all ships within the area between the station and outside the Oort Cloud. The Starstalker needed to launch as soon and safe as possible, so he prioritized that. He surveyed the hustle and bustle and chose the shortest route with the fewest refugee ships on it. He entered the coordinates into the computer and then contacted all the ships that were in the way on that route.  =/\="Katra Station to Xhelosian ships. Please move to the coordinates I am now transmitting." =/\= As he spoke, he typed on the console with his right hand - the computer would now send each of the ships a set of coordinates it had calculated for each of them to make way for the Starstalker.

A couple of minutes passed and Peter was glad that everyone had followed the instructions. Discussion would have been troublesome.  =/\="Starstalker, the way is clear. I'll send you the route out to the Oort Cloud and then you can step on the gas." =/\=

Then it was time to comply with the second part of his order.  =/\="To all Xhelosian ships. If you need technical or medical assistance, report. Istructions will follow." He tapped on the console to reserve a part of the display for all ships that would respond and would then be listed with registration, passenger count and position. That would help him to coordinate with Engineering, Flight and possibly Medical.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 17, 2021, 11:41:36 am
<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

A'Thaton nodded wordlessly at Saxon's well wishes and clearance orders, waiting for the traffic control assist from operations up on the first deck. To his co-pilot he narrated his actions aloud for them to hear and for the flight recorder to register, "Engaging RCS to lift off dock floor, approaching docking bay doors while standing by for Operations." The dark craft lifted softly and quietly off the floor and glided slowly toward the docking doors as they waited.

Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


It was difficult not to lose track with all the incoming calls and regular air traffic. At Saxon's order, he nodded and turned back to his console. "Aye, Commander."

His fingers flew over the display as he looked at the position of all ships within the area between the station and outside the Oort Cloud. The Starstalker needed to launch as soon and safe as possible, so he prioritized that. He surveyed the hustle and bustle and chose the shortest route with the fewest refugee ships on it. He entered the coordinates into the computer and then contacted all the ships that were in the way on that route.  =/\="Katra Station to Xhelosian ships. Please move to the coordinates I am now transmitting." =/\= As he spoke, he typed on the console with his right hand - the computer would now send each of the ships a set of coordinates it had calculated for each of them to make way for the Starstalker.

A couple of minutes passed and Peter was glad that everyone had followed the instructions. Discussion would have been troublesome.  =/\="Starstalker, the way is clear. I'll send you the route out to the Oort Cloud and then you can step on the gas." =/\=

Then it was time to comply with the second part of his order.  =/\="To all Xhelosian ships. If you need technical or medical assistance, report. Istructions will follow." He tapped on the console to reserve a part of the display for all ships that would respond and would then be listed with registration, passenger count and position. That would help him to coordinate with Engineering, Flight and possibly Medical.


As A'Thaton listened to the comms chatter from operations to the rest of the traffic outside, he did a quick sensor sweep to confirm there was no traffic loitering on his intended course. He then waited a couple beats to respond to allow some other ships respond back to ops; even with multiple sub-space channels, it was an annoying pilot that stepped over others transmissions.  =/\= "Starstalker to Ops, way is clear confirmed, route to Oort cloud received and will comply with flight directions until exit point." =/\=

"Increasing to full RCS speed for launch, co-pilot please confirm flight course and prescribed speeds." He said as he pointed the dark nose of the Starstalker toward the opening docking bay doors and floated out into the open space ahead.

<USS Starstalker - Near Katra Station - Enroute to Oort Cloud Exit Point>

The launch of a ship in busy traffic at a dock was always a time to be careful: most starships navigating open space never had to get within so much as 2,000 kilometers to each other, indeed sensor contact distances were incredibly farther than that; however, at a space dock every ship was well within that 2,000km distance to each other with the capacity to cause serious damage if they rammed into each other at even low impulse speeds. A'Thaton, for his part, kept strictly to the prescribed course out from traffic and toward the Oort cloud. He also kept an eye on his passive navigation panel as well as his eyes looking out the cockpit window; searching for any sign that traffic was violating his flight path or in danger of colliding with him. "Co-pilot watch the sensors actively for any anomalous activity in traffic please." A'Thaton instructed as he focused on the immediate bubble of traffic around him and trusted his co-pilot to alert him to a danger or other problem on the other side of the station or in the farther distance.

 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Catherine Goodspeed on September 18, 2021, 04:48:24 am
Katra Station - VIP Lounge

There were many things  that Cat was grateful for at her time of life.

Being alive; not being trapped in the vacuum of deep space with limited oxygen supply; a job she loved; her voles.

But at this point what she did love was the fact that the shindig was breaking up.  People were departing and she ensured that she was one of the last more senior staff to leave to show good form but not before filling a plate and then proclaiming loudly to whoever she had been making small talk to that she had something very pressing to deal with and strode from the room with purpose.

No more small talk.  One of her failings (one of many) was always her inability for create and hold small talk with people she didn't really know.  She was always in awe at the Captains range of small talk topics, like he had compiled a cache of them in his Vulcan brain for times like that.

As Cat strolled back to her office she picked at a couple of morsels on the plate she was clutching and soon found her way back to the office.

CoE Office - Deck 2
 
"Hello kids, did you have fun?"  Cat entered her office and smiled at Emily and Peaches the andorian who had been monitoring things for her whilst she had been away.  She quickly scanned the office and her desk for signs of their lunches and general malarkey.  From first glance everything seemed up to speck.

"Hi boss did you have a fun time?"  Crewman rohl Th'rhaatrit, the Andorian Head of the dry docks leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

Nicknames were an important bonding part in her line of work and Peaches; so named because he wasn't as sweet as a peach; took pride in it and took offense if anyone in engineering called him by his actual real name.  She'd tried promoting him since the early days and given up because the man could sulk longer and better than any humanoid alive.  He liked being a crewman he once told her.  It made him sound like he belonged.

Emily; young little innocent Ensign Emily Parker looked genuinely pleased to see her. For one so young and who had been through quite a lot since arriving at the station, Cat was always glad to see that the young woman had not yet lost her child like glee and joy at things.  "ohh you bought..."

"Pudding.. Or things I think are puddings.... Some may be savoury...everything ends up the same shape and texture... Why don't they make little pastry cases filled with things anymore. I can never tell these days" Cat stared at the plate and waved her free hand for Emily to move from her desk.

Cat placed the plate carefully on the table and started to make her way to her small bathroom.  " I'm getting changed, do NOT eat anything until I'm back, I've counted them."

After she'd changed back into her more comfortable workwear she sat at her desk and waved her hand at the plate and watched as the two descended on the offerings like lions and an all you can eat gazelle buffet.

"Oh Ops says thanks for the cake Boss" Cat nodded, cake always went down well with most species.

"I can report that there WAS something interesting.." Cat caught the look on Emily's face ".. No Emily no handsome dashing man tried to sweep me off my feet.. But saying that I want you to stay away from a certain new staff member called Ensign Peter  Dannenberg.. I believe we have a new ladies man on board, a possible heart breaker and ..."

 "Cad?"  Peaches chipped in

"oh yes!  A possible... Cad..."

Emily looked confused. "A cadet?"

Cat rolled her eyes and Peaches let out a snort  "No my dear.  A cad. A rogue...."

"A scoundrel.... A bit of a rascal.  Oh you might have read him wrong boss. He might be the other type.  Does he have black hair like the darkest night streaked with shards of lightning white hair and a brooding air Boss?"

The two women stopped and looked at him.

Peaches shrugged "Biscuit likes to read those old Terran romantic novels Boss; there's always a young innocent woman running around terrain in incorrect outerwear;  a brooding older bloke holding a secret whom she is nannying some kids for and a cad or two in them.  Maybe he's the more brooding silent type?"  he popped something in his mouth and leaned on the wall as he chewed.

"No, definitely not silent, that's for sure, just.. Be careful Emily I don't want to have to deal with him if he tries anything on or breaks that young heart of yours...Right! What's cocked up while I was making small talk?."

Peaches picked up his padd and began to read "Replicators are playing up in the Blue Belles' gentleman's club on Deck 14... Got a team down there now and also just had a call from the Pub as well... Might be a faulty relay linking the two.  Amazing how many of the boys wanted to help with the blue belles job Boss"

Cat raised an eyebrow.

".... We got issues with the public bathrooms on Deck 12 as well; of the more unpleasant kind. Shut them off to the public. Looks to be like worn out processing chips; got some guys from waste there now but a few complaints coming in."

"And one last thing the showers in a few of the family quarters are starting to play up as well. I've listed them in order of largest family first so they take priority."

Cat sighed and rubbed her chin "Wouldn't surprise me, some of those things have been on their last legs for a while.  Right, keep the public restrooms closed; people can just use their own or other shop facilities until we get it fixed.  She's an old girl.. "Cat patted the wall "....things are going to break".

Cat was going to tell them about the gate but that meant mentioning the Thinkers and this was neither the time or place or her rank to do at this time.  Plus she didn't want to spoil the mood. She stood up instead.

"Righto! Emily; stay here and monitor until Gus comes in for his shift. Peaches; let's go see what really goes on behind the doors of a Gentlemans club..."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 18, 2021, 08:33:08 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


=/\= "Starstalker to Ops, way is clear confirmed, route to Oort cloud received and will comply with flight directions until exit point." =/\=


=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

 =/\= "Ensign Dannenberg to Engineering and Medical. We have a number of ships and people, respectively, that need assistance." He typed on the console to send a copy of the list he had on his Ops console. "Engineering, I could direct the ships to the drydock area so you can work outside of the hustle. Medical, should the patients be sent to sickbay on Katra or to the Kir'Shara Medical Outpost?" =/\=
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 18, 2021, 10:13:03 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]



=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

 =/\= "Ensign Dannenberg to Engineering and Medical. We have a number of ships and people, respectively, that need assistance." He typed on the console to send a copy of the list he had on his Ops console. "Engineering, I could direct the ships to the drydock area so you can work outside of the hustle. Medical, should the patients be sent to sickbay on Katra or to the Kir'Shara Medical Outpost?" =/\=


[Katra - Medbay]

=/\= Dr Xiiv from Medical, here. I'd say half and half, that way we're not full to capacity. Kir'Shara Medical Outpost should be able to take in half without overloading them as well. =/\=

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for arrival," she said, turning to her team. "Let's get these refugees treated quickly and with great respect. Remember, we're their first contact with our many different species, let's keep that in mind while we're treating them." 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 18, 2021, 10:57:59 pm
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]



=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

...

<USS Starstalker - Near Katra Station - Approaching Oort Cloud Exit Point>

"Approaching marker 05, clearing station traffic area in three, two, one: mark 5 achieved, accelerating to impulse speed now." A'Thaton narrated as the wide expanse of space stretched across his window and upon the navigational panel in front of him. "Now on impulse course to Exit point, activating baffles in full." The Starstalker rapidly raced away from Katra station and the planet it warded and it increased in speed dramatically.

With mostly open space and traffic rapidly slipping behind him, A'Thaton began his astronavigation checks for his course. The course to the Oort cloud exit point was already prescribed, but A'Thaton began to work out the optimal straight lines to lead him to the first sensor contact of the refugee fleet the Katra had: the point and tip of his cone of possible routes of entry. If the briefing was to be believed, following the wake of the fleet should lead him slowly to the smallest hope the Federation-in-Isolation had for possible return to the home quadrants; at the very least, finding out a possible new FTL lane of travel to even more distant stars to be explored and surveyed. "Course A'Thaton zero-zero-three is now entered into computer, verify." he said to his co-pilot as he focused on increasing speed to approach the distant inside edge of the Oort cloud. "Alright Starstalker, let's see you live up to your name." He thought to himself as he powered up the warp engines; being cautious to maintain a sterile cockpit while he was still being wary of the Starfleet patrol traffic that was surely picking its way across the globe of security around Meridian its guardian Katra Station.

 =/\= "Starstalker to Ops, accelerating on course to warp 6. Will be adhering to silent protocol at this time. Have a good day."  =/\=

He then tapped the warp engage contact and suddenly tell-tale streams of warp drive streaked across his window. A'Thaton remembered his training flights with the new Fleming class to make sure he was rated to be a familiar pilot with the new shipframe: but he still had to drive down the mild anxiety he had when he saw that his ship was moving at middling warp yet wasn't glowing like a beacon on sensors. On any other ship or shuttle in the fleet it would've been a sign of a computer failure or some strange anomaly baffling his sensors: but the Starstalker zipped across space but barely betrayed its passage to even the most astute observer. "Now at warp 6, ETA to inside Oort cloud position: 21 minutes."

As the Starstalker stalked its way toward the edge of Katra's tight sensor grid, A'Thaton kept an eye on his nav panel to ensure the ship was adhering to the course he had set. After lowering their sensor profile of the ship so drastically, following the course as Ops instructed was key to ensure he didn't accidently cross the warp path of his fellow pilots patrolling about the system. As alert as he expected himself and co-pilot to be for their exit of the Meridian system, A'Thaton knew there was still the far more perlious search ahead. With recent combat action near the station and the possibility of encountering a hostile advanced civilization in open space in a small craft: A'Thaton knew his only real tactic when encountering a hostile ship was to make like a hole in space and slip away. The Caitian found himself smirking just a little.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 19, 2021, 11:29:20 pm
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Katra Station - 48 hours later

Solluk exited his ready room, completing the twentieth disappointing conversation since the refugees had arrived. 

Katra's facilities- and those on the planet below- were being strained to their maximum capacity.  Few of the refugees had critical needs, but so many needed something.  Among millions of people, no emergencies were needed to create a strain on resources.  The common illnesses, bumps, scrapes, and deteriorations of age were enough to require hundreds of sickbay visits each day.  Never mind the maternity ward, which had fielded twenty births in the short time the refugees had been here.

Solluk even suspected that some of the Xhelosians were visiting the medbay for no other reason than a change of scenery.  After spending so long on their ships, many were desperate to stretch their legs on new ground.  Anywhere different would do, even if doctors were poking and prodding them.

The drydock had been similarly kept busy attending to the myriad repairs the refugee fleet needed.  So many ships were here, and none of them had been prepared to evacuate citizens across such an expanse.  The ships were simply whatever the Xhelosians had available when the crisis came.  Many were in poor repair, and needed help to continue housing their passengers safely.

Discussions at New Bajor had become bogged down between the Federation and planetary governments.  The New Bajor colonists did not want to take all of the refugees.  The Federation Council- temporary and toothless- did not feel free to push the issue.  They could not afford to upset their hosts, as there were no other Federation assets they could call upon to enforce their decisions.

None of the ambassadors on station had been willing to take the Xhelosians into their governments' territory.  Even the New Republic of Kahless- filled with more compassionate Klingons- had been loathe to strain their resources by taking in so many at once.  There was only one government left to speak to.  The Celestial Harmony's ambassador was away on some assignment from their government.  Solluk had sent a message, but hadn't heard back yet.

He wasn't hopeful.

Solluk had learned for himself that it was easier to use compassionate language than to actually devote resources to compassionate action.



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USS Starstalker - Several Light-Years from the Trialus System


The Starstalker had made good time in the two days since their departure.  Subspace topography was a thing that could be used to great advantage if you knew how, multiplying warp effectiveness in places the layers of subspace moved closer together, or subspace eddies could carry a vessel forward.  The crew of the Starstalker were exactly the experts needed to take advantage of such natural phenomenon.  Now, the ship was nearing the coordinates of what the Xhelosians had called 'the Trantalus gate.'

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The structure was floating in the deep space between systems, outputting a very small sensor profile despite its size, and might not have been discovered for many years had the Xhelosians not communicated its location.  It was two kilometers tall, and had about that same distance between its pronged 'gates.'  Sensors would show that the structure was hundreds of years old, at least.  Only at close range could it be known that the structure thrummed with energy, a Tetryon-Pumped Quantum power core operating at its heart.  Whoever had built this thing, they had possessed formidable technological prowess.  Efficiency was a hallmark of its architecture, even to ensuring that almost no energy seeped from the power core during its operation.





Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 20, 2021, 01:13:45 am
<USS Starstalker - Near the Trantalus gate>

"Target spotted on sensors, reducing to RCS speeds, just going to drift and make a like a bit of debris in space." A'Thaton narrated as he brought the Starstalker to an almost derelict tumble through space; all the better to fool any visual sighting of his craft and keeping the Starstalker on its metaphorical toes to move if they needed it to. With the standing order of maximum stealth, every little bit of caution and care was warranted in A'Thaton's mind: even if he did appear to be an over cautious Caitain to his co-pilot.

As he reviewed the sensor data he wondered at the apparatus that hung in space near the Starstalker. He then touched a contact on his console. "Encoded Mission Log, Starstalker Mission Sigma-Alpha-Gamma-nine-two-zero, stardate appended by computer. After days of rather careful travel we have encountered the target structure as suggested in briefing file." He then attached the sensor data to the log as Reference File SA-01. "As noted in file Sigma Alpha zero one,  structure found in between systems, with minimal sensor profile, friendly intel vital to its location.  It appears two kilometers tall, and approximate same distance between its prongs, what could be supposed as 'gates.'  Sensors indicate target is centuries old, at minimum.  Close range scans suggest target operates with a Tetryon-Pumped Quantum power core.  Given high level of advancement of target structure, the builders of such a device must be of a high technological sophistication. Primary focus of structure is efficiency to such a high degree that nearly no waste energy is noticeable. End Log."

A'Thaton sighed as the structure slowly tumbled along the false horizon of his cockpit window before he glanced down at his sensor readings to try internalize the gate. From the briefing he had a concept of the thing in his mind, even encountered some strange things over his years on the Yeager, but this was an altogether different coat of a Caitian. He sat back in his chair and looked at his co-pilot briefly. "Mission profile says we're supposed to keep trailing the route home. But I'm not going to lie to you, this is a xeno-transit system. If we're lucky, all we need to do is just approach at speed and ride the lane. If we're not, we may need some sort of verification code our friends may have forgotten to tell us. Or, the tracks are closed. But, briefing says all they did was just fly in and then fly thru. Automated system. So, that's what we're going to do." He then looked back to his flight panel. "Normally, I would check in with command, but given the high stealth nature of our approach, I do not think we can safely break silence at this time." A'Thaton was saying what he and his co-pilot already would know; but somehow it helped him prepare for what he was about to do: that terrifying step into the truly unknown. "I am making mission lead decision that if we see the Gregari on sensors and I have any whiff they have seen us, I am turning us around and ending the mission. Intel is best delivered by those who collected it after all. That said, we have adversity in the way of our stars: so let's push past it and get on with the mission."

Having briefed his co-pilot and made log for the record both formally and informally, A'Thaton gently arrested the tumble with his bow pointed toward the gate. "Craft is now stable and at full stop. On course to enter the gate."  A'Thaton took a deep breath. "Yellow alert, no shields unless we know we are compromised. Engaging on course, warp 6." And he warped toward the mouth of the gate. As he warped toward the gate, he wondered, would he be briefing Saxon about the wonderous gate he had hurled them into; or instead, would it be the shuttle's computer and the logs he left behind.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 20, 2021, 04:21:05 am
<Alpha Quadrant - Deep Space Nine - Conference Room>

Rear-Admiral Amanda Matthewson wished she could put her head in her hands.

It would certainly solve to remove those that sat around her from sight, but did nothing to drown out the din. Wearily, she realised the youthful, but ancient, wisdom of her daughter had provided the best solution situations such as these: scrunching up eyes, sticking fingers in ears, and shouting 'la-la-la' very loudly until it went away.

Being demoted to Ensign was worth it, surely?

But no. She was here because more was at stake than her sanity. Or patience. War was brewing once again in the Alpha Quadrant. On the horizon because of the disappearance of one of the most unique anomalies known to any spacefaring civilisation.

Certainly one of the most important.

The Denorios-Idran Subspace Conduit - otherwise known as the Bajoran Wormhole, the Celestial Temple of the Prophets, Eye of Destiny, the Great Economic Express, a Royal Pain in the Backside - had disappeared from virtually every sensor with little ceremony. The Science teams on board this station, who had the greatest experience of this damn wormhole just past the windows, said that its vanishing had followed a massive increase of some particles the Admiral had very little interest in remembering. Her interest was in preventing the various powers from blaming the Federation... Everything had been tried so far, but nothing had worked; it was, as it was explained to her, as if it had never existed.

"-clear that the Federation still wishes to secure exclusive trading rights with the Dominion", proclaimed Chief Market Manager Glum, from the Ferengi Alliance, their tiny, clever eyes boring into the skull of Amanda. She glared back. "That is utterly ridiculous". Her own blue eyes bore back. "It's not as if we can turn the wormhole back on whenever-"

"We only have your word for that" came the less piercing voice of Admiral Valon of the Romulan Free State - all but the Star Empire yet without both - but that was no less penetrating. "The Federation has a reputation for...shall we say..." she trailed off, and Matthewson did not believe for a picosecond this was down to a simple lack of vocabulary.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed. General Tamar of the Klingon Empire exploded with indignation, presumably unaware that his Romulan counterpart had set him up to complete the verbal accusation. "-deceit!"

She was not about to let that pass. "I take great offense at that, General. Admiral", ensuring her words were directed to both the agent provocateur and the unwitting partner. The Klingon bristled, but did not interrupt. "The Federation is not in the habit-"

"-of being found out", the Cardassian Legate, Bretal, interceded smoothly, with a wry smile. Amanda was sure the senior representative had undertaken personal training with the once-familiar Cardassian leader. "Let us not lie to even ourselves; everyone around this table now knows of the lengths Star Fleet and the Federation will go to justify their goals. We fought a war together, after all."

"Some on different sides" snorted Tamar.

"Quite so" the Cardassian nodded politely, and she least had the decency to look ashamed. "But my people were first ruled by a despot, and then by brutal occupation. After we-"

"How dare do you speak of brutal occupation", spat General Jremel. "The scars of your whips are still felt-"

Matthewson was momentarily relieved at the bickering; it hadn't been a new occurrence to be sure over the weeks, and it hadn't been freshly open wounds. The same topics circled around and around, and whilst it had made for these talks - or more accurately interrogations - it had given the Federation more time to solve their crisis.

Dear lord, she thought to herself, is Bretal right though? Do we capitalise on any means for our ends? After all, Sectio- She shook away the discomfort. She raised her voice in a tone she usually reserved for on a Bridge during Red Alert. "Everyone, we're getting nowhere-"

"A bit like the Gamma Quadrant", muttered Glum.

She ignored him, but the room settled down to look at her; with a mixture of expressions. "Once again, the Federation has not not cut you off from the Gamma Quadrant. Something has happened to the wormhole, and we're doing all we can to re-open it. Don't forget, we have our own people trapped 90 thousand light years away."

A cacophony of replies reached her at once.

"Coincidentally with traitors to the Empire! Perhaps you wish to form an alliance with the Republic!"
"A diplomatic and strategic head start, wouldn't you say?"
"A monopoly of trade opportunities!"
"A Quadrant-full of resources to further the Federation's continued aims to be the undisputable dominant force in the galaxy."
"Cutting us off from our very religion.."

The last one cut through the rest, and everyone stopped to look at the Bajoran, who continued without missing a beat. "You all look at the Celestial Temple as something to be exploited. A throughway to your next scrap of stars to fight over. But you forget, the Prophets live within the Temple. You may have lost access to the Gamma Quadrant, but we have lost something far, far greater."

He stood, and for the fist time in a long while, Amanda had a sinking feeling. "At this time the Federation", he said, his face a mask, " is sitting here, in our space, and your welcome is rapidly wearing thin." Bajor was, quite rightly, affiliated with the Federation but even today there was a strong public push back against their joining proper. That was not to say the benefits of Federation membership was not available - for instance, Bajorans joined StarFleet Academy - but full, political integration was still some way off; the thought of fully merging with a monolithic organisation - after so long an occupation where their identity had been crushed  - was still just too much, just too soon. To many, it was one small step away from a cultural occupation. "If the Temple is not re-opened in 40 days", they said with real conviction, "make no mistake you will be expelled from our space as you were an Occupying force. And the Bajoran Government will seek new partnerships; those who have a more vested interest in doing so."

The Rear Admiral couldn't help her jaw from dropping. "You would side with...". Her brain screamed to put the engines in full reverse.

All eyes turned to her. She was tired. She was exhausted. And she was frustrated. And now she was in the firing line. "...With...?" prompted Valon, her angular eyebrows raised in askance, and then looked about her peers. "It is as we said - the Federation believes themselves above us all."

She, too, then got to her feet. "I stand with Bajor."

Everyone else followed, and repeated the same. Even the Cardassian Legate. And the Ferengi. The universe spun and Amanda couldn't be sure it was only the lack of sleep. Was this a set-up?

"The Federation has 40 days, after which the Two-Quadrant Alliance will formally sign into existence and for its first act do everything in our combined resources to reconnect Bajor with their Prophets. The Federation will no longer dictate to us all about what we can, and cannot, do."

Matthewson thrust herself to her feet, and barely contained her rage. She shot a look to Tamar. "The Khitomer Accords explicitly prohibits new allianc-"

"Prohibit!" laughed the General coldly. "Do you think the Klingon Empire can be 'prohibited' like some naughty child!?" His tone became less theatrical, and for the first time, Amanda could see the shrewd tactician behind bloodwine eyes. "Circumstances, like battlefields, change Admiral. As do balances of power."

A few moments later, she was alone with her thoughts, none of them pleasant. After staring into space, literally and figuratively for another few moments, she slammed a palm on the table console and the response was near immediate. "Ops, here Admiral."

"Get me the Federation Council. Urgent."

"Yes, Admiral - right away."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 21, 2021, 09:06:05 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


=/\= Dr Xiiv from Medical, here. I'd say half and half, that way we're not full to capacity. Kir'Shara Medical Outpost should be able to take in half without overloading them as well. =/\=

=/\= "Acknowledged, Doctor." =/\= Peter then contacted the ships that had been asking for medical help and split them between Katra and Kir'Shara outpost, trying to keep the contribution even. While he did that, A'Thaton's call came in.

=/\= "Starstalker to Ops, accelerating on course to warp 6. Will be adhering to silent protocol at this time. Have a good day."  =/\=

=/\= "Understood, Starstalker. Have a good trip!" =/\=




[48 hours later]

Peter was dealing with the routine of the day on duty; the station was metaphorically bursting at the seams. He had repurposed half of the cargo bays on Deck 20 as accommodation for the Xhelosians that needed or wanted to be on the station for various reasons. The sound of the doors to the Ready Room opening drew his attention away and his gaze rested on Captain Solluk for a moment. He looked somewhat exhausted, no doubt that was the result of the numerous Ambassadors that had been going in and out the Captain's office the whole day.

Peter stood up. "Just about time for a coffee break, Captain", the extrovert young man spoke to Solluk and flashed a smile at him. "What can I get you? A Raktajino maybe?"
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 22, 2021, 09:34:06 am
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Through the Trantalus Gate...

The Trantalus gate activated itself as the small, stealthy Starstalker warped between its wide-set entry elements.  A massive subspace wave was injected behind the stealth-ship's wake, carrying it forward at incredible speeds.  The streaking lights associated with warp travel became long glowing smears, combining into a tunnel of light through which the Starstalker sped. 

The instruments of the ship were having difficulty calculating her new speed.  The Warp Factor was above 9.9999, but how high it went was ultimately unknown.  It could not escape the mind of those aboard that if the vessel had been pointed in the other direction, it might have reached the Alpha Quadrant in just a few days.  And perhaps even less than that.

The subspace soliton wave which now propelled the Starstalker forward was highly focused, and little of its subspace energy escaped the corridor the ship now found itself in.  It was likely that any outside observer not directly in the Starstalker's path would perceive this as nothing more than the background noise of normal ship traffic.  Another reason why this gate had gone undetected for so long.

Inside the ship, there was little physical evidence of their transit.  A very slight vibration in the deck, but the transit was thus far effortless.  Old-fashioned Xhelosian ships had transited this corridor without difficulty.  The Starstalker was having less trouble even than that.


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Aboard Katra Station - OCC

Solluk looked to Mr. Dannenberg, smiling very slightly.  "I think I will take you up on the offer."

He moved to take the command seat in the control center, asking, "Is there any word from the Starstalker?  They should be at their destination soon."  Long range readings processed by Stellar Cartography had suggested ideal subspace topography in the region.

At the distances between the station and the small scouting vessel, communication would take only several minutes.  However, there was no way to know if the commander of the Starstalker's mission felt comfortable transmitting.  For all Solluk knew, hostile forces had followed the refugees through the gate, and those forces were now surrounding the ship.  He tried not to let his imagination run wild with the possibilities.  It was hardly a calming distraction from the matter of refugee placement.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 23, 2021, 05:03:26 am
<Katra - OCC>

‘Century’ Saxon stood at his dual Tactical-Strategic Overview station as Captain Solluk settled down in the OCC’s centre seat. To the elderly officer, his Vulcan commanding officer looked almost Romulan in his pensive expression- a fact, presumably, due to the reduced emotional barriers caused by injury long-past. Clearly the negotiations between known ‘allies’ to find habitat for millions of refugees had not gone well.

Solluk’s request for any word from the Starstalker, prompted John to turn his head in anticipation from Ensign Dannenberg at Ops; but this was immediately truncated by an alert from his own board. He frowned, and double-checked the readings. Then he looked up in alarm.

“Captain” he projected, a voice like a sandstorm, “Fifteen refugee vessels closest to Meridian have powered engines and are making their way to the atmosphere”. Tactical systems automatically calculated directed energy intercepts; not only weapons, but tractor beams, which would be duplicated on the Operations stations- John didn’t have the time to play ‘You Go First’. Calloused fingers danced over controls, but the jabbing became more pronounced as frustrations grew. “Too much traffic to lock tractor beams”. That was, of course, largely moot as Katra just didn’t have the emitters to halt so many large vessels at once.

The reaction from the Meridian authorities would no doubt be dramatic.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 23, 2021, 06:49:17 am
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


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Aboard Katra Station - OCC

Solluk looked to Mr. Dannenberg, smiling very slightly.  "I think I will take you up on the offer."

He moved to take the command seat in the control center, asking, "Is there any word from the Starstalker?  They should be at their destination soon."  Long range readings processed by Stellar Cartography had suggested ideal subspace topography in the region.

At the distances between the station and the small scouting vessel, communication would take only several minutes.  However, there was no way to know if the commander of the Starstalker's mission felt comfortable transmitting.  For all Solluk knew, hostile forces had followed the refugees through the gate, and those forces were now surrounding the ship.  He tried not to let his imagination run wild with the possibilities.  It was hardly a calming distraction from the matter of refugee placement.

<Katra - OCC>

‘Century’ Saxon stood at his dual Tactical-Strategic Overview station as Captain Solluk settled down in the OCC’s centre seat. To the elderly officer, his Vulcan commanding officer looked almost Romulan in his pensive expression- a fact, presumably, due to the reduced emotional barriers caused by injury long-past. Clearly the negotiations between known ‘allies’ to find habitat for millions of refugees had not gone well.

Solluk’s request for any word from the Starstalker, prompted John to turn his head in anticipation from Ensign Dannenberg at Ops; but this was immediately truncated by an alert from his own board. He frowned, and double-checked the readings. Then he looked up in alarm.

“Captain” he projected, a voice like a sandstorm, “Fifteen refugee vessels closest to Meridian have powered engines and are making their way to the atmosphere”. Tactical systems automatically calculated directed energy intercepts; not only weapons, but tractor beams, which would be duplicated on the Operations stations- John didn’t have the time to play ‘You Go First’. Calloused fingers danced over controls, but the jabbing became more pronounced as frustrations grew. “Too much traffic to lock tractor beams”. That was, of course, largely moot as Katra just didn’t have the emitters to halt so many large vessels at once.

The reaction from the Meridian authorities would no doubt be dramatic.


"One Raktajino, coming right up!", Peter announced and then turned away to head to the replicator. It took only a couple of seconds to request the beverage before he could pick it up and then carried it over to Captain Solluk. "Here you go, sir! The Klingons make quite a good coffee, don't they? But if you ever want to enjoy a good beer, I recommend you try a German one." He had lowered his voice as if that was an insider's tip and grinned at him almost conspiratorially.

At the Vulcan's question regarding the Starstalker, Peter moved to the right and sat back at the console only to be met with the stare of Commander Saxon, looking at him expectantly. Oh dear. It really was like his XO was on to him. Peter made sure to call up the information quickly. "No word from them yet, Sir. Based on the time of their departure, we have calculated an ETA for them that will be up in 47 minutes."

While he said this he got the incoming alert on his console but Commander Saxon beat him to reporting it out. A frown began to show on Peter's face as his fingers flew over the console to call up more details. He had set coordinations for each of the refugees ships in a way that would ensure the normal traffic to and from Katra could continue almost as usual. So far, it had worked out fine. But if the Xhelosians started to move about on their own now, it wouldn't take long for chaos to take over.

Without waiting for the Captain to order something, Peter took initiative and opened a channel to the ships.    =/\="Katra Operations to Xhelosian ships. Abort your flight path and return to the coordinates assigned to you. I repeat. Please return to the coordinated assigned to you." =/\= So far, the Xhelosians had been cooperative. Would that change now?


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: AThaton on September 23, 2021, 02:07:10 pm
<USS Starstalker - Through the Trantalus Gate...>

The relative silence was striking, the peaceable stability of the cabin rebelled against the incredible speeds the craft was going; in all, it filled the Caitians heart with a warmth he hadn't felt since his first warp jump. Here he and his co-pilot were, flying at speeds only a handful of other Starfleet  shuttle pilots ever had the chance to in Starfleet's history: all he needed was the aid of a gate. The wonder of the moment did not preclude the Caitain or his co-pilot from their duties however. The pair were rapidly both piloting the craft to ensure it was flying on-course and was still safe to be aboard; meanwhile, they both had to rapidly analyze and comprehend what the ships' system were telling them. Although the computers of Starfleet were among the most advanced in the Federation, it was the skills of its officers' ability to interpret anomalous data that made the mysteries of the universe unfold from the shadow of ignorance into the light of known science.

"Instruments reading at the 9.9 repeating threshold, likely travelling just under the warp ten barrier." A'Thaton narrated aloud for his co-pilot and flight recorder both. "Structural integrity is stable and no signs of sheering or other strain upon the hull or structure. Estimated time of arrival unknown, but at current rate we should be able to maintain speed with no risk to the craft."

A'Thaton tapped up a new display and read it quietly for a moment to make sure he understood what he was reading. "Reading a subspace soliton wave propelling us forward. It appears remarkably stable and focused, minimal sub-space wake or effect on surrounding space. Estimate any sighting on sub-space frequencies would appear only to be incidental FTL travel to passing sensors and craft. Baffles have no effect, as would be expected since craft is not the primary propulsion." A'Thaton frowned as it occurred to him that wherever the gate spat out his ship: the Starstalker would likely be coming in bright and easily seen on sub-space frequencies. "Co-pilot your shuttlecraft, I need to calculate evasive maneuver courses." With verbal acknowledgement from his co-pilot that they had control of the shuttle's flight systems: A'Thaton tapped his flight control panel to full astronavigation mode and brought up a model of the Trantulous Gate; marking where he expected the Starstalker to exit the gate. Quickly he began calculating an evasive pattern array at low warp speeds, tapping into the computer a flower of 9 flight paths that banked the Starstalker hard in eight directions relative to the gate: taking the craft hard to port, starboard, straight up, straight down, and the other four combinations in between; the final path being a rapid full about-turn and hair-trigger warp back thru the gate. If they warped right into a possible hostile craft: he wanted the Starstalker to be ready to disappear into the void of space or back through the gate at a mere tap of his controls or his own verbal command.

Once the evasive patterns were programed in, he tapped his console from dedicated astronavigation mode to flight mode. "Retaking control co-pilot, my shuttlecraft." he announced to alert his co-pilot they were to reliquish the shuttle's flight controls back to him and focus on the other systems. The exchange was a common one for the two pilots that brought a sense of grounded reality to the history they were partaking. A'Thaton silently wondered if he and his co-pilot felt the same way as Sisko had when he entered the wormhole or Paris when he broke the warp ten barrier.

"Escape plans logged in computer, craft diagnostics currently registering minimal internal dampener strain on entry and transit." A'Thaton licked his teeth inside his mouth as he pondered if this was a sign of the gate's age yet incredible durability or if this was the system working at its best. Even if the gate was held together with self-sealing stembolts and spit relative to its parent civilization's tech level: this was still an incredible feat of engineering. "Computer, retain secondary and tertiary recording copies of all flight and sensor data from approach of target onward into memory: lock data to codes of command staff eyes only classification: A'Thaton security authorization tau-sigma-sigma-sigma-four-three-one." A'Thaton knew that this data needed to get back to Katra Station at all costs. If he had to wipe the main computer memory to hide the location of Katra Station or indeed his mission: he was not going to allow the new hope of his fellow citizens trapped in the Gamma Quadrant of getting back home to be lost.

He then took a moment to smile reassuring to his co-pilot, though his excitement forced his grin to bare his fangs. "We're going to be alright. Just need to record a bit of history for all your new fans back home." He then looked back to his controls and waited for the exit they were rapidly racing toward.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on September 27, 2021, 06:35:11 am
<Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC>

Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


"One Raktajino, coming right up!", Peter announced and then turned away to head to the replicator. It took only a couple of seconds to request the beverage before he could pick it up and then carried it over to Captain Solluk. "Here you go, sir! The Klingons make quite a good coffee, don't they? But if you ever want to enjoy a good beer, I recommend you try a German one." He had lowered his voice as if that was an insider's tip and grinned at him almost conspiratorially.

At the Vulcan's question regarding the Starstalker, Peter moved to the right and sat back at the console only to be met with the stare of Commander Saxon, looking at him expectantly. Oh dear. It really was like his XO was on to him. Peter made sure to call up the information quickly. "No word from them yet, Sir. Based on the time of their departure, we have calculated an ETA for them that will be up in 47 minutes."

While he said this he got the incoming alert on his console but Commander Saxon beat him to reporting it out. A frown began to show on Peter's face as his fingers flew over the console to call up more details. He had set coordinations for each of the refugees ships in a way that would ensure the normal traffic to and from Katra could continue almost as usual. So far, it had worked out fine. But if the Xhelosians started to move about on their own now, it wouldn't take long for chaos to take over.

Without waiting for the Captain to order something, Peter took initiative and opened a channel to the ships.    =/\="Katra Operations to Xhelosian ships. Abort your flight path and return to the coordinates assigned to you. I repeat. Please return to the coordinated assigned to you." =/\= So far, the Xhelosians had been cooperative. Would that change now?


The lack of response - or course correction - from the Xhelosians rapidly eroded what was already largely and habitually a very finite amount of patience in 'Century' Saxon, and with that his fingers danced over his console once again, this time with the determination of someone clear in their next steps. The errant refugee ships were 20 seconds from Meridian upper atmosphere. "Captain" he near-barked, "I've instructed torpedoes for a low-yield, targeted strike on various engine manifolds"; his statement did not necessarily need to explain how the system was able to determine these, given the myriad designs of the rag-tag fleet, nor was it really necessary to bother his Commanding Officer of the minutiae of how the AI of the ordnance would be able to nimbly navigate around the considerable traffic; "ready to fire on your mark."

Maintaining his face to Solluk as he waited for the decision, he then slapped his combadge. " =/\=Commander Saxon to CAP: intercept vessels making for Meridian atmosphere: force off course if possible, but weapons hold. =/\="

It was a big ask - having the fighter Air Patrol risk their small frames to pressure the Xhelosian vessels into evasive action away from their destination, but without using their firepower to do so - it would take the steeliest of nerves and confidence in their abilities to do so. But the Commander was going to ensure that any direct attack on civilians would come from himself; he would not ask those pilots to undertake such actions - not unless it became truly critical. Right now, this was not one of those times.

It would be on his shoulders, therefore.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on September 27, 2021, 10:41:15 pm
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Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk reached out to accept the offered cup of Klingon coffee, and it seemed that the caffeinated beverage was the signal the galaxy had been waiting for to make the situation deteriorate.

Perhaps it was an inevitability that some of the Xhelosians would try to make a run for the tempting habitable planet nearby.  But somehow Solluk thought that they'd have more time.  Perhaps when one's entire star system had been destroyed by a plague of celestial locusts, one's patience ran thin.

Solluk's mind raced as he considered the possibilities of how this might go further awry.

"Stand by on the photons.  Depending on how the Xhelosian engines fail, they might be knocked into a decaying orbit.  Contact Kir'Shara.  Scramble the Spock & Kiri-Kin-Tha.  They have tractor beams.  Not enough to tow ships of that size, perhaps, but enough to pull them into a higher orbit if needed, until we can mount a rescue.   Once we have the launch order confirmation, then proceed with the disabling torpedo strikes."


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USS Starstalker - Through the Trantalus Gate...

The tunnel of light through which the ship seemed to pass finally ended with a bright flash of light from the end of the passage.  In reality, the tunnel was simply a visual artifact of extreme subspace velocity, while the light at the end of the tunnel was a subspace dispersion wave being generated by the destination gateway.  But the effect was quite alarming, like descending down a train tunnel only to find a train steaming towards you.

As soon as the Starstalker reduced speed, the sensors began taking in much more accurate data.  They had traveled thousands of light-years in a matter of hours, all the way to the Galactic rim.  A few light-years further on, the ship's sensors were detecting a fantastically magnetic megasphere.  It took a moment to realize what that sphere was:  A star, collapsed and reduced to metallic hydrogen.   The outer remnants of a supernova were still emanating from the center.  They'd already consumed much of the star's own solar-system.  The supernova expansion would proceed for years in every direction, growing weaker as it went.

If the Gregari had initiated this nova, this collapse of the star, then they had likely also been destroyed by it. 

The Starstalker would have to penetrate the outer supernova field perimeter to determine more, but that would entail a certain degree of danger.  Even this long after the detonation, the supernova's expanding energies posed a moderate risk to modern spacecraft.


Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 28, 2021, 04:10:49 pm
[Katra Station - Promenade/Medbay]

Another unfamiliar place.

And another.

The little Khelosian vocalised softly, a hissing query. Where were her caretakers, now? They had not been far the last time she tried calling for them. She had scratches and bruises and things ached and she had walked a long way but she had wanted to feel this station called Katra. Her natural curiosity had overcome her fears about being separated from her caretakers and this was the result -- being lost. Her signals bounced along walls and into crowds, some which parted for her but they were not her own kind. They were different, sometimes very differently shaped. It was confusing but she kept moving until someone kind directed her to a place called the Medbay.

It was pleasingly shaped but filling rapidly...with her people! She chittered anxiously until a cool hand found her arm and a squishy appendage touched her arm and murmured something soft that translated into her language.

"I'm a healer," the voice said softly. "My name is Dr Xiiv. I'm going to make your arm feel better. What's your name, little one?"

"I am called Xholani," she replied fearlessly, her head canting to the side. "I wanted to feel this place but I got lost. You may heal me. My arm does hurt. My caretakers are far away now. They will be anxious to locate me. I went out without their permission. M-may I touch your face, Dr Xiiv? After you have finished, please."

"I don't mind if you would like to touch my face at all. You may, Xholani." A kind voice. A healer's touch. This was a safe woman. A whirring noise, soft, not unpleasant. "There we are, all fixed up."

The pains in her arm were gone! Not even a little discomfort remained and nothing had hurt her to get it that way. Her long fingers reached up to gently trace the contours of Dr Xiiv's face. Ah! A pleasing shape, squishy musculature, though, very different from her own species. Everything was in a harmonious place, though this was a seeing species. That was different from her own but different was good, that's what she had been trying to find, even if she'd been rebellious against her caretakers' wishes.

"You are pleasingly shaped Dr Xiiv! This is most fortunate. Is this place always so busy?" Her long fingers left the surface of the doctor's face and fiddled slightly in anticipation. "Is it because of Xhelosians it is so busy right now?"

"I'm glad you like my shape, Xholani," Xiiv said in a quiet voice. "Right now there are many of your kind in need of treatment, so it's busy because we're making them feel better the best we can. It's not always so busy as this. We're doing what we can to make sure they leave here better than they came in, though. Is there anyone you recognise?" She caught the elbow of Ensign Kumar as he walked by. "Xholani has lost her caretakers and is looking to be reunited with them can you help me find them for her?"

"That would be a good thing," Xholani said, nodding. "I do not recognise anyone yet. May I walk with you and hold your hand? I may find someone I know if we walk more." Her long fingers curled around Xiiv's as the doctor smiled at Kumar and nodded.

"You may walk with me," Xiiv said gently. "But you may have to let go if I need to heal someone."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on September 29, 2021, 08:16:42 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]

"I'm glad you like my shape, Xholani," Xiiv said in a quiet voice. "Right now there are many of your kind in need of treatment, so it's busy because we're making them feel better the best we can. It's not always so busy as this. We're doing what we can to make sure they leave here better than they came in, though. Is there anyone you recognise?" She caught the elbow of Ensign Kumar as he walked by. "Xholani has lost her caretakers and is looking to be reunited with them can you help me find them for her?"

"That would be a good thing," Xholani said, nodding. "I do not recognise anyone yet. May I walk with you and hold your hand? I may find someone I know if we walk more." Her long fingers curled around Xiiv's as the doctor smiled at Kumar and nodded.

"You may walk with me," Xiiv said gently. "But you may have to let go if I need to heal someone."

Javed just crossed the reception area as he was heading towards the medical labs located in the sickbay, when he suddenly felt a touch at his elbow, grabbing him. He stopped in his tracks and was only then focused on Xiiv and the Xhelosian child she was talking to. As he was informed what had happened, Javed turned fully to them and gave the young Xhelosian a warm smile. "Namastee, Xholani! Don't you worry, I'm sure we will be able to find your caretakers." While he knew by now that the Xhelosians couldn't see in the sense a human would think of, he had learned that keeping up the non-verbal behaviour like smiling and such did help in communicating a lot.

As Xholani spoke to Xiiv, Javed faltered as he regarded the kid with her scratches and bruises. He glanced over to Amarande. "Should we check her over first?", he asked. Since he had not been present from the beginning of when they had met, he wasn't sure if that had already been taken care of. "Are you in pain, Xholani?"

"Not anymore", the Xhelosian girl replied. "This one has healed me", she said referring to Amarande.

"Very good", Javed smiled. "What are the names of your caretakers? I'm sure that would help finding them quicker?" That last thing he said more to Amarande than to the girl.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on September 30, 2021, 04:27:26 pm
[Katra Station - Medbay]

"Indeed, knowing their names will help a great deal," the Trill murmured soothingly. "Then we can get you back to where you belong."

"They are called Caretakers Joolax and Khemera, Designation Alpha Pod 2-9.6," the child dutifully said, inclining her head to the left a little. Her free fingers drifted a little as she spoke. "This one will be sternly spoken to," Xhelani said and there was a little woefulness to the tone, Xiiv thought. "But this one wanted to explore. And that cannot be a terrible thing. This one has not come to harm, after all. This one is safe."

"No one can blame her overly much for being curious, I suppose," Xiiv said, squeezing the child's hand gently. "I'm sure they'll be relieved when you're back with them, Xholani and they'll know you meant no harm. It's easy to get turned around on Katra Station. And yes, you're safe, no harm will come to you now."
 
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: John Saxon on October 01, 2021, 06:27:16 am
Katra Station - Operational Control Center

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Katra Station - Operational Control Center

Solluk reached out to accept the offered cup of Klingon coffee, and it seemed that the caffeinated beverage was the signal the galaxy had been waiting for to make the situation deteriorate.

Perhaps it was an inevitability that some of the Xhelosians would try to make a run for the tempting habitable planet nearby.  But somehow Solluk thought that they'd have more time.  Perhaps when one's entire star system had been destroyed by a plague of celestial locusts, one's patience ran thin.

Solluk's mind raced as he considered the possibilities of how this might go further awry.

"Stand by on the photons.  Depending on how the Xhelosian engines fail, they might be knocked into a decaying orbit.  Contact Kir'Shara.  Scramble the Spock & Kiri-Kin-Tha.  They have tractor beams.  Not enough to tow ships of that size, perhaps, but enough to pull them into a higher orbit if needed, until we can mount a rescue.   Once we have the launch order confirmation, then proceed with the disabling torpedo strikes."

With an intake of steadying, but impatient, breath that would have not looked out of place on a familiar Klingon Starfleet Officer, Saxon nevertheless accepted his Captain's decision, and thumbed the channel to Kir'Shara. "Katra Station to Kir'Shara Outpost..."

After a truncated and brief explanation as to what was urgently needed, 'Century' reported readiness and deployment to Solluk. The Xhelosians made no effort to deviate from their planned descent, and the fighters deftly moved only at the last minute to avoid collision; the intent was unmistakable. "5 seconds to atmospheric contact" he reported...

...and fired.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: James Bryson on October 01, 2021, 04:38:33 pm
[Security Office w/Lieutenant Winslow]

Jeb and Winslow were having a late dinner while they caught up on the Moreno case.

"So how did the Moreno investigation go?" Jeb asked as he drank his coffee.

"Well first off, that man, and his crew for that fact, are a bunch of asses." Seth began. "They were all so defensive. I even tried explaining that we were just trying to prove his innocence and they just didn't want to hear it. I for one am glad they're gone."

Jeb released a small laugh. "All that aside, where are we on an actual arrest?"

"We have a Ferengi in the brig now." said Seth. "I looked for similar MOs where this sort of program was ran and it traced back to several others on various other non federation stations. We pooled all of our information together and came up with Lodok. He's actually wanted back on Ferengar for multiple crimes and, with the fear of extradition hanging over him, he is cooperating fully. He admits to framing Moreno because apparently, the Wanderlust and it's crew out bid him on some huge shipment that would have, and I quote, made Lodok's life much much easier. He simply wanted revenge."

Jeb slightly nodded his head. "Good job. I'm sure Moreno will be glad to hear it's all resolved when, if, he returns."

The two men finished their meals as they discussed other matters.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on October 02, 2021, 10:48:10 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


[Katra Station - Medbay]

"Indeed, knowing their names will help a great deal," the Trill murmured soothingly. "Then we can get you back to where you belong."

"They are called Caretakers Joolax and Khemera, Designation Alpha Pod 2-9.6," the child dutifully said, inclining her head to the left a little. Her free fingers drifted a little as she spoke. "This one will be sternly spoken to," Xhelani said and there was a little woefulness to the tone, Xiiv thought. "But this one wanted to explore. And that cannot be a terrible thing. This one has not come to harm, after all. This one is safe."

"No one can blame her overly much for being curious, I suppose," Xiiv said, squeezing the child's hand gently. "I'm sure they'll be relieved when you're back with them, Xholani and they'll know you meant no harm. It's easy to get turned around on Katra Station. And yes, you're safe, no harm will come to you now."

Javed noted the names of the caretakers on his PADD. "I'll check with customs and see if they can locate them." He turned away to do that while Xholani spoke with Amarande.

It took a moment for them to get back to the Indian doctor but finally they did - with good news. It seemed they were on the Promenade. Javed suspected that that had been where they had lost Xholani and were probably looking for her.

 =/\= "Can you please have them be brought to sickbay? We have Xholani here." =/\= After they acknowledged that, Javed turned to Xiiv. "They're on their way."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on October 02, 2021, 11:35:08 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


Javed noted the names of the caretakers on his PADD. "I'll check with customs and see if they can locate them." He turned away to do that while Xholani spoke with Amarande.

It took a moment for them to get back to the Indian doctor but finally they did - with good news. It seemed they were on the Promenade. Javed suspected that that had been where they had lost Xholani and were probably looking for her.

 =/\= "Can you please have them be brought to sickbay? We have Xholani here." =/\= After they acknowledged that, Javed turned to Xiiv. "They're on their way."


[Katra Station - Medbay - Deck 22]

"Excellent, thank you, Ensign Kumar," Xiiv said as she treated another Xhelosian who required a little more than a pass with a dermal regenerator. Probably a few passes to close their wounds, she thought as she worked to hold the area together as she sealed the wound. Xholani held the injured Xhelosian's hand and crooned in an odd sort of way. She had yet to meet anyone with medical training among the Xehlosians but wondered how they treated their own. Clearly, they had healers of some sort. She let Xholani do what she willed as long as it didn't interfere with her treatment.

By the time her caretakers had gotten there, they had treated several patients and Xholani's odd crooning seemed to put her patients at ease. Fascinating, she thought as she turned to greet the caretakers.

"Greetings Caretaker Joolax and Khemera, welcome," she murmured gently. "Xholani's been helping with some of our Xhelosian patients and has been doing a wonderful job helping me calm them."

"This one has been helping, caretakers! It is good to help other ones to be unafraid. This one is sorry for wandering off but this one has discovered they like healing others," the child said, squaring her shoulders and lowering her head a little. "This one would like to heal more another day, if caretakers would allow Xholani to help other healers."

The two caretakers leaned into each other as if having a heated discussion as they pulled away from the two Starfleet officers. It turned into a pitched debate, possibly due to her age. One kept gesturing at the girl, the other would wave elegantly and opinions from Starfleet were not encouraged. Amarande kept working on her patient while the two caretakers had their say to each other.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Solluk on October 02, 2021, 12:07:42 pm
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Katra Station - Eight Hours Later - CO's Ready Room

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"How could you allow this to happen?!"

Solluk tried to remain calm, despite the fact that the Meridian ambassador had completely lost her composure.  Much of an ambassador's role involved presenting the appropriate façade, designed to convey whatever the represented government might desire.  Her expressions were not her own, but rather a reflection of her government's sentiment.  Today, Ambassador Trelani was showing the angry face of the Meridian establishment.

"I assure you, Ambassador, we did not allow anything to happen."  He gestured to the artificial window of his office, indicating the generality of orbital space.  "We did everything in our power to stop the vessels, short of destroying them.  The swift actions of my Executive officer allowed the majority of the Xhelosian vessels to be intercepted.  Two of the Xhelosian ships could not be towed back into orbit.  We are currently embroiled in rescue efforts."

Trelani did not seem moved.  "You are moving temporary shelters to the planet.  That is not a rescue effort.  It is the establishment of an unauthorized colony."

"Katra Station is not able to absorb 35,000 refugees right now, Ambassador.  The people below need shelter.  Is it the position of the Meridian government that they should simply be allowed to die?"

"It is the position of the Meridian government that they should never have been allowed to land to begin with!"  Trelani poked a finger into his desk in emphasis.

"They did not land.  They crashed.  And wishing it were otherwise will not make it so.  We must deal with the crisis we have." Solluk countered.

"If these people are not gone within 48 hours, we will have them arrested and forcefully deported," Trelani declared.

"As I said, Ambassador... there is nowhere for them to go," Solluk repeated, "And we have no resources to transport them on such short notice."

"We shall see," Trelani replied, rather ominously.   Then she stormed out of his ready room.

Solluk sighed, a bad habit he had been indulging in quite a bit, lately.  What did 'we shall see' mean, exactly?

Was it an impotent huff?  Or did the Meridians have some other angle up their sleeve?




Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Peter Dannenberg on October 05, 2021, 03:58:19 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


[Katra Station - Medbay - Deck 22]

"Excellent, thank you, Ensign Kumar," Xiiv said as she treated another Xhelosian who required a little more than a pass with a dermal regenerator. Probably a few passes to close their wounds, she thought as she worked to hold the area together as she sealed the wound. Xholani held the injured Xhelosian's hand and crooned in an odd sort of way. She had yet to meet anyone with medical training among the Xehlosians but wondered how they treated their own. Clearly, they had healers of some sort. She let Xholani do what she willed as long as it didn't interfere with her treatment.

By the time her caretakers had gotten there, they had treated several patients and Xholani's odd crooning seemed to put her patients at ease. Fascinating, she thought as she turned to greet the caretakers.

"Greetings Caretaker Joolax and Khemera, welcome," she murmured gently. "Xholani's been helping with some of our Xhelosian patients and has been doing a wonderful job helping me calm them."

"This one has been helping, caretakers! It is good to help other ones to be unafraid. This one is sorry for wandering off but this one has discovered they like healing others," the child said, squaring her shoulders and lowering her head a little. "This one would like to heal more another day, if caretakers would allow Xholani to help other healers."

The two caretakers leaned into each other as if having a heated discussion as they pulled away from the two Starfleet officers. It turned into a pitched debate, possibly due to her age. One kept gesturing at the girl, the other would wave elegantly and opinions from Starfleet were not encouraged. Amarande kept working on her patient while the two caretakers had their say to each other.

Kumar had continued his work in the lab where he originally had been heading to. When he stepped out and walked the rounded corridors of the sickbay complex, he noticed two Xhelosians having a heated discussion. When he stopped and looked into one of the treatment rooms he saw Xiiv and Xholani to whom the pair - the caretakers no doubt - were gesturing.

"Is there a problem?", he asked, looking from the Xhelosian pair, to Xholani and then to Xiiv. He hoped the girl wasn't in trouble for having got lost on the station.





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Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


[8 hours later]

Peter sat at the console doing his job while with one eye going through the menu of daily specials of the IDIC where he planned on having lunch in his lunch break. He only looked up when the doors opened and the Meridian ambassador stormed out of the Captain's Ready Room, obviously not happy with whatever the discussion had been about.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on October 05, 2021, 11:29:42 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


Kumar had continued his work in the lab where he originally had been heading to. When he stepped out and walked the rounded corridors of the sickbay complex, he noticed two Xhelosians having a heated discussion. When he stopped and looked into one of the treatment rooms he saw Xiiv and Xholani to whom the pair - the caretakers no doubt - were gesturing.

"Is there a problem?", he asked, looking from the Xhelosian pair, to Xholani and then to Xiiv. He hoped the girl wasn't in trouble for having got lost on the station.

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[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Medbay][/b]

"Xholani wishes to aid the healers," Xiiv murmured to Kumar, "I think they're debating on whether or not to allow her to continue to assist me and the Xhelosian healers. That would be cause for some concern but it also might keep her out of trouble."

"It is as you say," Joolax said in a soft voice. "Xholani wishes to help and while it would be wonderful these ones debate its necessity and practicality. Would a young one such as she not get in the way?"

"She hasn't so far," Dr Xiiv responded quietly. "And she seems to bring comfort where she goes. I see no reason to limit her contact with others of your species when she's been doing such a kindness for them."

"Xholani enjoys this, then?" Khemera asked, tilting her head slightly as the girl took her caretaker's hand. "Truly?"

"This one does, very much!" Xholani said fervently. "This one would make no trouble and do whatever Healer Xiiv asks, this one promises. It will bring comfort to those who may not like to be treated by a non-Xhelosian. This one will make it better and they will see the Others as helpers and healers. This one will make sure of that. Even though this one is young, this one would like to help the best she can."

"This one sees no reason to doubt the honesty of Xholani's words," Joolax said, humming a little as he thought. He looked at Khemera for a moment and then nodded. "The girl may help but only for a few cycles at a time. Too much will wear her out and she has education to pursue."

Xiiv smiled as Xholani took her hand and squeezed it in excitement.

"Xholani thanks her caretakers for helping her to bring peace to others in their time of need," the girl said gravely but there was a spark of excitement and wonder in her voice as well. Xiiv recognised it as the passion she had felt at a young age for medicine and healing. "This one will go with the caretakers to finish education and rest. But this one will be back soon to help! Thank you Healer Xiiv! Engisn Kumar, thank you for finding my caretakers!"

With waving, graceful gestures the caretakers took the girl back into their hands with, Xiiv noted, great love and affection. She'd be fine.

"You're welcome, Xholani," Xiiv said, still smiling. "We'll meet again soon." She turned to Ensign Kumar, humour lighting her eyes. "That went better than I thought it was going to go. I think she'll be just fine and we have a Xhelosian to help us with patients. It'll be a learning experience for all of us."
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Tess tLhoell on October 07, 2021, 07:21:40 am
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Medbay][/b]

"Xholani wishes to aid the healers," Xiiv murmured to Kumar, "I think they're debating on whether or not to allow her to continue to assist me and the Xhelosian healers. That would be cause for some concern but it also might keep her out of trouble."

"It is as you say," Joolax said in a soft voice. "Xholani wishes to help and while it would be wonderful these ones debate its necessity and practicality. Would a young one such as she not get in the way?"

"She hasn't so far," Dr Xiiv responded quietly. "And she seems to bring comfort where she goes. I see no reason to limit her contact with others of your species when she's been doing such a kindness for them."

"Xholani enjoys this, then?" Khemera asked, tilting her head slightly as the girl took her caretaker's hand. "Truly?"

"This one does, very much!" Xholani said fervently. "This one would make no trouble and do whatever Healer Xiiv asks, this one promises. It will bring comfort to those who may not like to be treated by a non-Xhelosian. This one will make it better and they will see the Others as helpers and healers. This one will make sure of that. Even though this one is young, this one would like to help the best she can."

"This one sees no reason to doubt the honesty of Xholani's words," Joolax said, humming a little as he thought. He looked at Khemera for a moment and then nodded. "The girl may help but only for a few cycles at a time. Too much will wear her out and she has education to pursue."

Xiiv smiled as Xholani took her hand and squeezed it in excitement.

"Xholani thanks her caretakers for helping her to bring peace to others in their time of need," the girl said gravely but there was a spark of excitement and wonder in her voice as well. Xiiv recognised it as the passion she had felt at a young age for medicine and healing. "This one will go with the caretakers to finish education and rest. But this one will be back soon to help! Thank you Healer Xiiv! Engisn Kumar, thank you for finding my caretakers!"

With waving, graceful gestures the caretakers took the girl back into their hands with, Xiiv noted, great love and affection. She'd be fine.

"You're welcome, Xholani," Xiiv said, still smiling. "We'll meet again soon." She turned to Ensign Kumar, humour lighting her eyes. "That went better than I thought it was going to go. I think she'll be just fine and we have a Xhelosian to help us with patients. It'll be a learning experience for all of us."

Javed listened with relief as the caretakers finally agreed for Xholani to help now and then after they made sure it wouldn't be too difficult or exhausting for the child. He smiled with the kid as she expressed her excitement about it. "I'm sure you'll be of great help!", he encouraged her and looked after her as Xholani left with her caretakers. "See you soon!"

Javed turned his head to look at Xiiv with a smile. "I agree", he said. "The Xhelosians seem a little apprehensive towards foreign doctors, she might be able to help build the bridge there a bit better."





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[A few hours later]

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Adryel of Etros
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


The Etrosian man entered the reception area, cradling his arm and carefully holding it in front of his stomach. It was the first time he actually was here ever since he initially arrived on Katra after he had been trapped inside the Oorooyan for far too long. While he spent most of the time down on Meridian where his people were living as refugees, now and then - but still more often than the average Etrosian - he visited Katra. The tensions that their presence on Meridian caused with the Meridian people concerned him. Rumors spread quickly and he had heard that another people was seeking refuge now, too. Adryel was concerned what that might mean for all of them.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Miranda on October 07, 2021, 07:41:06 pm
Smith was back on duty in the astrometrics lab, taking the usual scans around the station.  Keeping an eye on multiple things at once, some she was supposed too others not so much.
Title: Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
Post by: Amarande Xiiv on October 11, 2021, 12:27:47 pm
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NPC Ensign Javed Kumar (Medical)
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


Javed listened with relief as the caretakers finally agreed for Xholani to help now and then after they made sure it wouldn't be too difficult or exhausting for the child. He smiled with the kid as she expressed her excitement about it. "I'm sure you'll be of great help!", he encouraged her and looked after her as Xholani left with her caretakers. "See you soon!"

Javed turned his head to look at Xiiv with a smile. "I agree", he said. "The Xhelosians seem a little apprehensive towards foreign doctors, she might be able to help build the bridge there a bit better."





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[A few hours later]

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Adryel of Etros
[Katra Station - Deck 22 - Sickbay]


The Etrosian man entered the reception area, cradling his arm and carefully holding it in front of his stomach. It was the first time he actually was here ever since he initially arrived on Katra after he had been trapped inside the Oorooyan for far too long. While he spent most of the time down on Meridian where his people were living as refugees, now and then - but still more often than the average Etrosian - he visited Katra. The tensions that their presence on Meridian caused with the Meridian people concerned him. Rumors spread quickly and he had heard that another people was seeking refuge now, too. Adryel was concerned what that might mean for all of them.
[Katra Station - Medbay - Deck 22]

A nurse took Adryel in and ran a few tests before Amarande walked in and was updated on the case, her hazel eyes bright as they flicked over to the man. He'd definitely done something to that arm of his. She moved over, flicking through his tests, a soft smile just breaking as she looked to him.

"It looks like you're having quite a day," she said. "I take it the arm is what brought you to us? I think we can have that fixed up with a few treatments."