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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #165 on: September 22, 2021, 09:34:06 am »


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.



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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #166 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.
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #167 on: September 23, 2021, 06:49:17 am »
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]




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?



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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #168 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.
"The Hardest Work Is Done By Those You Rarely See" ~A'Thaton

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #169 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.
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And then there’s:
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #170 on: September 27, 2021, 10:41:15 pm »

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.



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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #171 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."
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #172 on: September 29, 2021, 08:16:42 am »

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"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.

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #173 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."
 
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #174 on: October 01, 2021, 06:27:16 am »
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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.
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #175 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.

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #176 on: October 02, 2021, 10:48:10 am »

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[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."

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #177 on: October 02, 2021, 11:35:08 am »

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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.
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #178 on: October 02, 2021, 12:07:42 pm »

Katra Station - Eight Hours Later - CO's Ready Room



"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?





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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #179 on: October 05, 2021, 03:58:19 am »

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[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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[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.