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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Oliver Dougherty on Thu Feb 14, 2013 5:31 am

||Littlewood Colony
||Courtyard
||1118
||Day 1

Oliver listened to the administrator intently,
"We've turned to the Ferengi. Their ships won't be attacked since the pirates rely on them for buying and selling as much as we do. However we've reached a wall in our negotiations. Perhaps having Starfleet nearby may make them more...agreeable to our plight?"

Then the CoB whispered to him,
"With your permission sir, I believe our engineers should get to work on the power generator."

Oliver nodded his approval to Mr Sullivan, then addressed Administrator Beckett.

"I can try and bargain with the Ferengi and perhaps assist in brokering a deal. Oliver would you like to arrange the meeting?"

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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Danny Sullivan on Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:15 pm

||Littlewood Colony
||Courtyard
||1118
||Day 1


Sullivan gave the XO's shoulder a little squeeze and turned and whistled loudly. He made a "form on me" gesture with his hands to the Engineering team. They made a huddle around him and he looked at each of them briefly. "The main power generator for the colony has taken some damage. We have 6 portable generators that should be able to provide the colony with enough power until we can get the mains back online." He looked hard at LTJG Fong as he mentioned the portable generators. He was thinking in his head if he should trust the important repair job of the generator to LTJG Fong or if he should just supervise it himself and find something to keep the Bolian officer out of his hair and out of trouble. In an instant he made a snap decision. "Mister Fong will be in charge of the repairs to the colony's power generator with Chief Yarder, Petty Officer Traven, Petty Officer Bell, and Crewman Daniels. I will looking and evaluating any other damage to the colony and assign repairs as needed by myself, the Chief Engineer, or the XO or the Colony administrator through the XO." He made a mental note to have a sidebar with Chief Yarder and let him know that he is to inform him IMMEDIATELY if LTJG Fong misbehaves himself. "There is a shuttle over in that clearing that will take you to the power generator. When you get into position have the ship beam down the power generators and get them set up. You have your orders gentleman. Carry on" The teams broke up and Fong led his group towards the shuttle. Sullivan reassumed his parade rest posture as he waited for the XO to finish with the administrator.


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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Reneé Lucas on Thu Feb 14, 2013 11:40 pm


||Littlewood Colony
||Courtyard
||1120
||Day 1

James waited for the Starfleet engineers to start walking before he started to talk. Not because he didn’t want them overhearing but because the less time they spent helping his own engineers the longer the colonists would have to rely on less than perfect facilities. Disease could build up in the long run even with Starfleet on station. His mind was constantly filled with the needs of the colonists. Failure to act quickly would do no one any favours.

“Of course lieutenant. I shall be happy to escort you myself to their ship. They’ve decided to set up…shop…just south of the compound. As for your security lieutenant perhaps Commander Crawford could let him take a look at our defences. Commander?”

Julian merely shrugged which caused the shoulder plates of his armoured tactical vest to move slightly. “If you insist…” he said gruffly and without any tangible enthusiasm.

“Excellent! Now if you please follow me lieutenant.” Said James who walked on ahead to leave Oliver to organise his officers.

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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Desdemona Hyde on Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:00 am

|| Littlewood Colony
||Outside of the Administration Compound>Darian’s Home
||1122
||Day One


Darian had decided to take Des on a walk through the nearby woodland path which followed a trickling stream. The scenery reminded him of Bajor and the memories, both good and ill, that came with his home world. However it felt that wherever he went violence seemed all too eager to follow. At least he had company this time in the form of a Starfleet doctor. Even though she had wanted to go for a walk his mind was still lingering on the wounded within his medical tents.

"I was a little bit surprised when you said you were a doctor." stated Darian as he touched his nose ridges with a single finger. "I thought you may be one to study the mind, being a Betazoid and all, or part one. Or was that the point? To prove that you're not just good for one thing."

He gave Des a teasing smile as they walked along the path with his hands in his pockets. His clothes didn't look very medical. In fact he was wearing a blood-stained tactical uniform with all sorts of weird and outdated medical tech hanging from or clipped onto him. "This place was beautiful once. I suppose we all knew the risks but...when you're a doctor for the mothers you've helped to bring their children into the world you tend to find it hard to...disconnect."

Des smiled at Darian. "My mother believes I was born for this. Some of us just have innate wants and abilities to achieve those wants and I've been proving for a long while now that I have what it takes to be more than I appear. That's not to say I don't have plenty of fun Betazoid-type fun in my free time, however...I more than live up to that half of my heritage."

She winked even though she wasn't entirely flirting, but she was flirtatious by nature and the doctor would probably think she was doing just that. Until she knew where she stood with Richard she was kind of playing things a bit close to the vest, but that was alright because right now she was just kind of getting a feel for the place...and for Darian. He was a Bajoran and while that wasn't rare or anything, she assumed he'd be in a professional a bit more...well she just didn't expect this, but she was pleasantly surprised.

"I suppose it's just as hard for the doctors as it is for the mothers," Des mused, having never really taken the time out to think about it like that.

She was a doctor, sure, but as a mother she had always found her job to be hard because she really had two jobs: mother and doctor. Then again, when you spent your life fixing up people you had to gain some sort of attachment to them it was just that Des...somehow she had grown an ability to create a certain detachment that many thought was cold. There were times when the patient was a patient and thinking of them as anything other than that was just too painful and she certainly didn't need anymore pain in her life.

“Mmm.” Murmured Darian who simply looked at the stream for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I suppose as long as you don’t try anything too Betazoid on say, one of my medical beds I’m sure that’ll be fine. The nurses might take exception to having to clean up.” For a moment he was so straight faced that someone might have thought he was being serious before his lip stretched into a smile, giving Des a playful wink before his gaze turned to the stream. He watched the fish weave around the rocks with an almost unnatural agility. Suddenly he wanted something to eat. Something that used to swim anyway.

This planet was a very lovely place and Des felt oddly at peace, which wasn't common for her--she could feel comfortable without feeling peaceful. It was no Betaxed, but the stream made her smile and so did his joke and wink. All of that together made it easier for Des to feel as though she could work well here and she already liked the company that came with the job. He wasn't uptight or grumpy and it was a pleasant surprise.

He turned around and started to lead her back towards the compound with his hands still in his pockets. His pace was more of a gentle meandering than a straight walk. All of his patients had been seen to and the nurses were so used to seeing their patients in so many medical conditions that Darian was starting to wonder if he wasn’t the only one with a medical degree. “My parents wanted me to be a solider.” He said after a few gentle steps. “They wanted to prepare me in case the Cardassians appeared again. To my shame I had little to do with the Resistance. Not every child was made to fight, or wanted to. They seemed…disappointed that I had decided to go to medical school on Alpha Centuri. A very nice, if not busy place. Everyone seems to rush around a lot more.”

Once more Darian touched his nose ridges as if trying to itch them. Sleep hadn’t exactly came to him given his constant need to be by the side of beds to ensure that those on them were well. He had treated burns and radiation sickness before. Not to mention the volley of curveballs that life threw at the colonists but combat medicine was…difficult for him. Not because he couldn’t do it. Simply because he didn’t like to see a neighbour dressed for war and dripping blood all over the place.

“When we get back to the compound, and of course check on our patients, would you like a drink? Something to eat? My house doesn’t have much since the good commander ‘requisitioned’ it for the militia but I should have something left over. Unless your uniform prevents you from…what is that charming term…fraternising?”

Des was enjoying listening to what it was that Darian had to say, nodding in understanding at his parents' wants. It always seemed like parents wanted something specific for their children and it wasn't as though her mother was particularly happy about her own decisions in her life. She and her mother had both fallen for men that deserted their families and if there was one thing her mother had never wanted, it was for Des to become like her.

"In the end, we are the only people who truly know what is best for us," Des responded shrugging. "I believe that getting to know colleagues is part of the job, and I'm always up for food. The two of us probably have a long day ahead of us and it is best we not work on empty stomachs."

Grinning, she nodded at her own words because it seemed to her that this was going to be more than worth it. Darian seemed competent and friendly and that meant that she wouldn't feel on her guard, which would help her to work. On the other hand, she wondered if there would come a time where she got bossy and he got territorial...such things tended to happen with her.

With a nod Darian led Des to his home which was little more than a small hut made from a concrete-like building material. Inside there was a cooling unit, desk and bed. There was even a fully functioning kitchen and bathroom but sadly with the power at such a dangerously low level hot water and residential power had been suspended until the engineers could fix the problems with the generators. He had decided to give Des something to eat before starting their rounds of the medical tents.

“Welcome to my humble abode. I wish I could give you something grand but with the power out the cooling unit and cooker are pretty dead. Actually had to clear out a lot of rotting food…” explained the Bajoran with a half smile. “However I do have some ration packs.” He took off his tactical vest and planted it onto the desk before washing his hands with sanitation gel before producing two satchels of self-heating rations.

“Want the Cardassian stew or the Trill mint steak? Not an actual Trill mind you…”

Des smiled at Darian and looked around the place to get a better feel for him and how he lived because that told you quite a lot about a person. She was certainly feeling comfortable like she could say or do anything here and she wanted to stay this relaxed for as long as possible so she decided to milk it for all that it was worth. They had patients to see and they'd see them, but she certainly wasn't going to turn down food.

"Darn, I do so love eating Trill," Des teased as she smiled. "In all seriousness, mint steak sounds good." She motioned around the place. "I actually love this place...nice and homey. I mean it's the bare essentials, but it's still a place to call your own and I like it. Thank you for trusting me enough to show it to me."

"Not much of a home without power." stated Darian as he started the self-heating chemical around the bag. "At least it's not winter. They can be pretty harsh when the snow and ice settle in and I don't have enough blankets to wrap around me to give me a comfortable sleep." His lips curled into a smile at her joke before surrendering a little chuckle.

Des laughed too. "I like you--we'll get along great."

She felt the most comfortable that she had felt since coming to the colony and with company she enjoyed she'd be in good spirits. A good mood improved her bedside manner and that improved her patients' attitudes, so all in all this was going well and she couldn't complain. The young doctor was certainly and friendly and good at his job, so Des had no qualms about a thing.

"So...how long have you been doing this?" Des asked him kindly. "You seem young, I'm just curious."

"I'm glad you do." said Darian as he put the meals onto plates and carried them to the small table. He sat at one end and began to cut up the steak, pulling bottles of water from a nearby container before placing one beside Des' meal. He took a mouthful of the steak and chewed it over as he thought of his answer. After a moment he finally swallowed and gave a shrug.

"Mmm, technically I'm still a medical student. But when the Federation Colonial Authority started to post requests for colonists to join up, a doctor and I figured it would be good experience for me. He came with me...we started setting up the medical tents. We had even spoken with the Administrator about getting a fully stocked medical centre built. However with the constant raids...well...I was field promoted. What about you? What do you do when you're not rescuing colonists? How did you get into the medical trade?"

She was happy for the food and more knowledge about the man before her, taking in what he was saying and nodding because she wasn't all that surprised. Perhaps she was surprised he didn't have more experience, but she had thought him to be young and all he had done was given her the proof that he was in fact younger than she was. She had been doing this since before her daughter was born and that in itself made her feel like a veteran some days even when she was face with those that had been doing the job just as long and sometimes even longer, but her photographic memory gave her arrogance she probably didn't need.

"I've been studying medicine for 18 years," Des told him and as she said it, she suddenly felt very old, especially to him. "In fact, I've been studying it longer, but before then it was on my own and then I joined Starfleet and trained for 8 years, had a daughter, and for the last 10 years I've been in the field and let me tell you that if my daughter didn't want to be a nurse, my life would be far more complicated than it already is."

Des smiled a little and then found her gaze back on Darian. "I relish in the opportunities to learn more and to do my job to the best of its abilities no matter the given circumstance. In fact if I wasn't a mother I probably wouldn't be as sweet as I am now with all the disappointment and abandonment in my past and I do admit my bedside manner isn't the best but far be it from me not to do what I was born to do...these hands have to work with medicine."

"Well hopefully you'll come away from the colony with a better bedside manner?" Darian suggested as he smiled at her. "The patients you'll be dealing with aren't trained and battle hardened Starfleet officers. You'll be healing miners, farmers, part-time guards and children. You'll have to be nice. Anyway. Let's eat. We can discuss medical details when we're not on a full stomach."


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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Danny Sullivan on Thu Feb 21, 2013 3:39 pm

||Littlewood Colony
||Courtyard
||1125
||Day 1


Trella Fong followed the man down a dirt path to where a shuttle was waiting. He and the rest of the team placed their Engineering packs on the floor under the bench style seats and seated themselves. Chief Yarder came running up right as the engines were spooling up. He and Sullivan had a impromptu conference right as the team was being lead towards the shuttle. Fong had no idea what they discussed and frankly didn't care. He felt the shuttle lifting off and then moving towards the power generator. He leaned his head back against the bulkhead and closed his eyes. He focused mostly on what sort of problems and difficulties lie ahead. By virtue of his Academy training he was a warp field specialist. The skills he would need here on this mission were more of the nuts and bolts type. He could work out in his head the equations and probabilities required for a Nebula class starship to enter warp speed but field stripping an entire colonies power generation infrastructure was another thing entirely. Chief Yarder, on the other hand, was the expert. 25 years in Starfleet, numerous commendations for creative ingenuity and on the fly repair work on battle damaged ships during the Dominion War. If Fong tried to lead this crew he would end up looking like a fool. He thought for a second, on the other hand if Chief Yarder was in charge and things went smooth Fong could say that it was his idea in the first place. It was win win for everyone. If things went sour then Fong could just claim that the Chief ignored Fong's orders and went his own way. Fong settled back in his seat and allowed himself a smile.


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Post by Jason Beauvoir on Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:57 pm

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Bridge
|| 1125
|| Day 1

Jason found it amusing that he'd been left in charge of the Bridge after so recently being released from detention, but with the other senior staff either on planet or working on deciphering the Breen technology, he was only one that was 'free' and of course the CO was only a few decks away, so he hadn't really been left on his own.

The Vulcanoid stood at the Ops station performing his duties while he received status reports from the other Bridge officers as well as the many off-Bridge departments. Watch officers usually sat in the 'Captain's' chair while on watch, but was more comfortable at his own station. It was great to be back on a ship after nearly 2 and a half years in a Starfleet penal colony. He'd missed medley of sounds present on a working Bridge.

"Sir, you wanted to inform you if there was any change in the movements of the ships I was monitoring on the edge of the system." The Duty Tactical officer reported.

"Yes, and?" Jason asked.

"Two have broken off and are now entering the system, sir. Their weapons are cold."

"Thank you, Ensign. Inform me, if that changes."

"Aye, sir." The Andorian said returning to his console.

'I wonder what they're up to?' Jason thought. 'Let's hope they're not looking for a fight.'

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Post by Reneé Lucas on Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:18 pm

|| Littlewood Colony
|| Administrative Complex
|| 1139
|| Day 1

A Ferengi waited for James' attention within his office, the alien flanked by two burly and heavily armed Orions. Julian Crawford the colony's militia commander had his hand hovering over his disruptor pistol as if begging for trouble to occur. The two freighters that had been pinged by the Indie's sensors had landed on the colony's starport laden with the much needed supplies that James had begged Oliver for.

Meeg was not patient, not by Fergeni standards at least and watching James type away was driving him on the verge of madness. The problem was that James knew this and without James there could be no trade talks. Empty or not. Instead the colony administrator continued to type and type away to his heart's content before he stopped and looked up at Meeg like he was some slimy insect that had decided to crawl through the door.

"Your freighters are late." he said as he placed his eyeglasses on. With the absence of any modern medical equipment or drugs Darian had been forced to manufacture James glasses to help him with his eyesight. Whenever James peered over them he had an unnerving look of a gym-going and youthful schoolmaster which was something he played to his advantage.

"Excuse me?" said Meeg with narrowed eyes. "We did not arrange a time for your shipment. In fact until the payment is made in either latinum, goods or females...it remains my shipment. I know that following some unfortunate and unrelated pirate attacks you have neither goods or latinum. I'd say between the ages of thirteen and thirty. Not too young, not too old? Please present them to my compound so myself and my men can start the...valuing process."

Not a muscle twitched on James' face as he looked from, above the glass circles over his eyes. Julian however looked murderous with an almost devil-like grin on his face. The same grin a dog might have as if knowing it was going to be unleashed on a fox. "You're later than I'd like. You might have missed the Starfleet vessel looming in orbit and their officers crawling around my colony."

"So you trust Starfleet to protect you?" asked the Ferengi with a toothy grin. "They won't linger this close to the border. We both know that. The Breen? They'll simply take what they want from you. However I, the Ferengi Alliance and the Orion Syndicate will protect you. Supply you. For a fee."

"Allow me to...arrange the women." said James with a wave of his hand. The alien trio dismissed themselves and James found it hard not to do something to silence the cackling he heard down the halls. "Julian."

The commander turned to look at James with a confused look on his face. "Sir?"

"Meeg is interested in having colonists in his compound I say we should indulge him. Two teams. One to secure the supplies and another to...arrest...Meeg." he said slowly. "The less Starfleet knows the better. They'll want some type of compromise. None of the Fergeni crew are to be left alive but do not kill that bastard. I want him alive."

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Post by Oliver Dougherty on Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:59 am

|| Littlewood Colony
|| Courtyard
|| 1139
|| Day 1

Oliver turned to face Lieutenant Wayne and Chief Sullivan, the three of them standing very close to each other. Their voices barely audible, forcing a whisper. All three men were tense, everyone could see it not only in their faces, but in their posture.

Oliver's stomach was twisted but he wasn't sure why. He just had a feeling coming from the Administrator that something was off. He couldn't place his finger on it. The way that the colonists were behaving was peculiar, and the interaction between Beckett and Crawford seemed almost adversarial.

At first Oliver was addressing Chief Sullivan, "Danny", then his eyes flicked over to Lieutenant Wayne, "Rich, at the moment we have no reasons not to trust these people. But I have my resvervations all the same. Watch yourselves, and if anything comes up use the words gravity and time on a sentence to signal distress. Any thoughts gentlemen?"

Richard understood exactly what the XO was talking about the whole situation seemed a bit off. "Well I can tell you now this Cowboy they have in charge of defense is not gonna be a joy to work with but I will see if I can't 'Calm the Storm' and get some info out of him." Richard looked based their group at some of the goings on. Taking in as much as he could.

Sullivan looked at the two officers. He thought using a code world was pretty clever. He chimed in his two cents. "Going off their body language, they clearly have something to hide and they don't want us snooping around too much. I had a talk with Chief Yarder about keeping an eye on Lieutenant Fong and I told him to keep his eyes peeled for anything else out of the ordinary. I was thinking we could ask the good doctor, Lieutenant Hyde, if she has sensed anything. She is empathic is she not?".

Oliver momentarily doubted himself. Why hadn't he thought of that. "Danny, you're a damn genius. I owe you a bottle of scotch the next time we are on shore leave. I'll get with her as soon as it seems reasonable, unless either of you would rather do it. I do not know the extent of her abilities."

Oliver let the end of his hang as to draw a response confirming or denying their interest in broaching the subject with the Doc.

Richard felt the eyes of his to comrades turn to him since his recent escapades with the doctor. "Well lets feel it out some more and see if we have to bring her involved. I am bringing an extra team on world in the next wave. They are some of my more trained operatives they will be detached to the COB and Ollie I am gonna leave my right hand man by your side in case anything goes south." Richard thumbed away at a PADD while talking calling for an extra squad to come state side and assigning Chief Petty Officer Stormer as the XO's securtity detail.

"Then there we have it gentlemen. You can have your teams report to you as you see fit but I want a status report from the section chiefs every other hour. After Administrator Beckett and I hammer out a trade deal with the Ferengi I'm going to report to the Captain."

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Post by Miko Hayakawa on Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:35 am

||USS Indefatigable
||Deck Five
||1142 hours
||Day One

The universe had to be playing a joke on her.

Finally, after years stuck as some assistant, after endless hours convincing herself she was at the pathetic height of her career, Miko finally had her own science department. An honest to God department on something besides a glorified battlecruiser. Things were actually starting to look up; for the briefest moment she had begun to think she stood a chance of climbing higher than the status of lowly Lieutenant and assistant at some point in the future.

Then she'd seen the name of this ship's CO. Damnit. Damnit all to hell, but someone Up There had a terrible sense of humor. The woman in charge of Miko's new assignment was the same one she'd spent two years' worth of long nights honing an incredible talent for carnality on. The same woman who she'd then driven off after a fight over... God, she didn't even remember anymore. So many years had passed the reason for their breakup had been long forgotten.

But the pain, naturally, was fresh as ever.

She sighed quietly as the turbolift took it's sweet damn time to arrive, tapping the floor with one booted foot. It was a very narrow regulation that allowed female officers to run around in a knee-length skirt and uniform thigh boots, and Miko exploited said regulation every single day. Reneé had loved it, as she recalled; something about having a girlfriend with that kind of rebellious tendency made her all the more proud when she strode out of Miko's quarters in the morning.

The turbolift arrived after what seemed like an eternity and swished open. On reflex alone Miko shuffled inside, not even paying attention to the jerk already in the cabin beyond a passing glance. Some tall, muscular lady, blonde, nice facial structure. Had a Lt. Colonel's insignia on her red uniform collar - hunh. Well, good for Reneé at any rate, climbing up the ladder.... since they... they....

Oh no.

Of course. Of course the woman she was snapping her head up to look at was Lucas. Of course Miko had stepped into a turbolift with the one woman she wanted to avoid at any cost. Of course this assignment was off to the crappiest start possible. The Universe wouldn't have it any other way.

Awkwardness pervaded the air as Miko's attempts to draw her glowing blue eyes away from Reneé failed dramatically, instead joining the rest of her face's expression of pure shock mixed with unbridled terror at what would happen next.

With the ground team working towards assisting the colony Reneé had decided to take a trip down the ship to see how the investigation with the recovered Breen tech was coming along. Lack of reports had made Reneé curious about what was going on and sitting within the bridge doing nothing wasn't exactly something she could see herself doing. Thank God for watch officers.

Still the work had to come with Reneé in the form on a PADD and thus her attention was focused so much on the device that she didn't even notice Miko at first before she lifted her eyes to see the Asiatic woman's face. For a moment the marine felt her jaw clench and eyes narrow in pure natural reaction of being near someone or something she didn't like.

"Lieutenant." said Reneé darkly before returning her eyes to the PADD in hand. "It's been a while. I didn't even know you were on board. The new roster is probably here somewhere. Settling in well I hope?"

Reneé couldn't possibly have known how hard it was for Miko not to immediately start yelling furiously. Her glowing blue eyes twitched momentarily, the shock in her Asiatic face slowly turning into the same sort of jaw-clenched disgust that had decorated the marine's as she turned around to stand right in front of Reneé.

Any attempt on the Scotswoman's part to ignore Miko failed dramatically when one small hand reached out and smacked away the padd Reneé was trying to read. Lucas' head snapped up just as quickly; now, staring each other in the eyes and standing so close together, Miko couldn't help but remember the way she'd pinned Reneé against a wall and slowly run her mouth over the blonde's the first time they met.

"Nice to know that's all I rate now," Miko practically seethed in a bitter tone Reneé was more than a little familiar with. "Two years and you can't even bother more than 'Lieutenant'." Her little eyes narrowed further, the artificial glow seeming to brighten with her frustration. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised. You always were that kind of a bitch."

"As I recall it was that attitude that resulted in it only lasting two years." said Reneé in a dangerous tone. "You may not have noticed but this the New Jersey and I'm not some young marine officer in charge of a few drop marines. This is my ship. You're part of my crew." She wasn't in the mood for another fight. Not today. Not when she had dozens of things to have done and reports to be filed off.

"Computer, halt lift." said the blonde. The computer responded with a chirp and made the turbolift stop dead. Both women looked like they were squaring off and in close quarters Reneé had a reputation of being rather brutal when it came to fist-fights. She didn't know how well she'd do against Miko though. Always feeling like she'd have to hold back.

She crossed her arms; the universal body signal of wanting space from the other person before shaking her head. "So you got to see your new CO in her underwear, you know all the tricks she turns and you made it clear to her you love to be on top. That was then, this is now. I've got a job to do. I've got people down on that planet busting their arses. You have a job; get to that Breen tech and tell me if it's a game changer or not. I was actually coming down to inspect any progress made..."

Reneé pointed to the discarded PADD with fire in her eyes. "Pick it up."

Miko surprised herself by managing not to react with a left hook. In fact, she only got as far as clenching both fists so tightly that her knuckles began to whiten before acquiescing somewhat; one hand uncurled as she turned around and bent over to scoop up the padd she'd knocked away. Care was taken to put her hind end squarely in Reneé's vision in the most obnoxious 'remember what you're missing' way possible.

"For your information, I was about to start your bloody analysis job," Miko muttered as she stood back up and shoved the stupid datapad into the Marine's hands. It was lucky that she had meant to pause her vocal response, given that the feeling of her hand brushing against those rough, strong warrior's hands of Reneé's sent a chill clear down Miko's spine. Damnit. "It'll be done before the night shift starts, Colonel."

With a roll of her eyes Reneé barely ignored the somewhat planned display. "Computer, resume lift." she said as she brushed the PADD's display to ensure that it hadn't been damaged. Not that a PADD would suffer from a mere fall given the shock absorbing case but anything was a better sight than the enticing performance Miko was offering the colonel as she coughed politely.

The lift opened up at the appropriate deck and Reneé beckoned Miko outwards. "I want to see you work. It'll give me something to do before heading to the bridge and asking the XO for a report. Indulge me."

Oh good, exactly what she didn't want to do. With a role of her prosthetic eyes Miko closed her big mouth (quite the feat for her, truly) and promptly ignored any precepts of politness by shoving right past Reneé out into the corridor. So, what, it wasn't be enough she was a bloody quantum physicist reduced to petty material analysis, but she had to reduce the scientific terms of everything to a level some groundpounding idiot could understand?

Alright, that wasn't quite fair. Granted, the high concepts of subspace mechanics had seemed to go over Reneé's head way back when, but she was hardly a brainless marine. In fact, Miko could remember a lot of surprisingly intelligent conversations with a younger Reneé; long, countless hours just laying there under the sheets, talking about whatever came to mind, be it the new jerk COO, Reneé's latest harrowing mission, the finer points of wormhole mechanics or whatever else was on one or the other's mind. She sighed quietly while also remembering that they weren't going to be having any more such talks again.

...no. No, couldn't.

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Post by Reneé Lucas on Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:58 am

||USS Indefatigable
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||1150 hours
||Day 1

The Indefatigable's science labs were understandably bustling as Miko and Reneé walked inside, filled with techs and science folks running about doing analyses on the bundles of Breen tech the crew had recovered during their last mission. Most of the officers ignored both women as they continued about with their work, but one particular blonde-haired ensign moved off from the scanner she was using as her bosses walked inside.

"Well, glad to see y'all remember where the lab is, ma'am," she said to Miko jokingly in an accent that clearly denoted her Texan heritage. A small smile crossed her lips for a split second before she took in the not-quite-pissed-the-hell-off expressions on both Miko and Reneé's faces; between that and the distance they kept from each other, gathering that they were not off to a good start on this ship hardly took a degree in psychology.

The ensign cleared her throat as she turned to the colonel, figuring her to be the less irritable of her superiors. "Well, seein's how I've already met the liuetenant here, I reckon introductions are in order." Rather than salute, she stuck out a hand slightly calloused still from years of farm work out for Reneé to shake. "Ensign Melissa Rivers, formerly of this fine vessel's biology department."

"She's my assistant," Miko interjected with a crabby muttering. "Seemed to be the least useless person you picked out for your crew's science division."

"Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas." stated the marine curtly as she shook Melissa's hand. "Commanding officer. Sorry the Science department hasn't exactly been looked after all that well. Given our latest battle with the Breen and the proximity of their borders I'm actually surprised I haven't put a request to Berlin for a marine detachment. Security, Engineering and Medical sort of had first dibs on the best toys."

The science labs looked...disheveled but Reneé put that down to both after-action clutter and the fact that the Science Department hadn't actually seen any proper equipment requisition nor personnel until their repair stint at Starbase 12. She also ignored Miko's jab about the selection process. Now wasn't the time to give an outsider a look into the personal strain of two officers.

She walked towards the Breen device which was held in a zero-G field surrounded by energy shields. With slow deliberation she circled the device as if trying to figure out what it was just by looking at it. It didn't look like a weapon. If anything it was more a collection of metal but the energy readings from it had prompted Reneé's order for it to be beamed aboard after destroying the Breen ship carrying it.

"So tell me Rivers. What am I looking at?"

"If I could tell y'all exactly, ma'am, I would," Melissa replied as she drifted over towards a control console. "It's definitely intended for directed energy release along the lines'f a weapon, but the whole design's about as easy to decipher as the ol' Baldwin Recipe notes."

Given Miko's abnormal silence as her eyes remained locked on a nearby console, Rivers was more or less stuck continuing to explain on her own. "There were what looked like manufacturer's marks'a some kind on the bottom of it that matched similar markings on the other tech y'all salvaged, but they're all too distarted to hell for the computer to find a ma-"

"I've think I've seen it before," Miko interrupted, gaze still locked down. "We've seen it before." The way she almost spat out the 'we' part made it clear she was addressing only Reneé. "I'll have to figure out what the hell the name was, but about six years ago I'm pretty sure I bought some Klingon liquor from a Ferengi with that trader mark."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, not only from surprise at how quickly Miko had found something resembling a lead, but also as her boss shuddered in that 'Dear-God-the-vomiting' sort of way you couldn't visit a southern tavern without seeing.

"I don't recognise it." said Reneé after some staring and deliberation. She tilted her head in so many ways, squinting and opening her eyes as if trying to jog some memory of a long-ago age. "Then again it's not exactly illegal for the Ferengi Alliance to do business with the Breen. Given the regional stability it's no doubt a magnet for both war-time and peace-time goods to flood the area."

She tapped her lip for a moment and looked to both Miko and Melissa. "How long would it take you to figure how what it actually did? Am I dealing with a new weapon or a new bathroom module? More to the point...do you have the staff and tools needed? This is somewhat important. If this is evidence of weapons being either developed or sold to the Breen by the Ferengi we'll need to know sooner rather than later."

Miko typed something rapidly into a padd and tossed it over to Reneé before replying. "I'll cut the crap short for you - there's a good 90% chance this thing is a weapon and it's just as likely that Ferengi were involved in getting it to the Breen.

"That padd has info for the only Ferengi trader whose mark is close to what's scribbled onto all the salvaged tech. You want a lead on any of this, go find the guy and ask him to explain himself to Mr. Rifle Stock." She crossed her arms and leaned up against the console, looking slightly less irritated than normal as her gaze shifted over to the force field-suspended device; funny how much anger disappeared when she had a chance to get techie. "As for this thing, I'll need some more time to figure out if it's a whole weapon itself or just a component. If you wanna move things along, send an engineer up here to fix our emergency beam-out module. I'm not willing to open that thing up unless I'm sure we can get it out into the vacuum if we accidentally set off ant self-destruct mechanisms our lovely Breen friends installed on it."

Reneé barely caught the PADD before it smacked it into her face which made her scowl towards Miko before looking at the contents with a tilted head. It was a piece of a much larger puzzle. Right now it was something to consider inside the Ready Room or after the situation on the colony had been dealt with. "While I'm sure some questioning would go a long way I don't think a rifle butt will be required. People tell you anything under pain but when they stand to lose something...well...their tongues wag. If he's a trader then he'll be nomadic. Especially in this sector. I'll have the XO check with the colonists if they've dealt with any Ferengi that know him or are him."

She smirked to herself as she tucked the PADD underneath her arm and stole one last stare at the suspended device. "I'll have an engineer fetched for you. However...lieutenant...I was wondering if you'd be up for some lunch in the Observation Room? The XO would join me but he's busy on the planet below. I don't like to eat alone. Bring your preliminary findings and we can talk over them?"

Just when it seemed like this was going to end with something besides Miko wanting to grab Reneé by the hair and slam her face against a bulkhead, she had to make that offer. The absolute last thing in the whole damn universe she wanted to do was be in a room alone for more than two seconds with the marine, God forbid for a whole meal. Of course she hadn't gotten over that not wanting to eat by herself crap after five years; everyone always couldn't stand just being with their own damn selves. Well, she'd just have to lea-

"I'll make sure y'all both get copies sent to ya," Melissa interjected suddenly.

Miko's mouth hung open as she struggled to respond to that. "Wait one damn min-"

"Well, ma'am's, we're all very busy, so why don't I get the lieutenant over to start workin'?", she grinned in some weird hybrid of satisfaction and pure, unbridled evil at Reneé while wrapping her hands around a slightly dumbfounded Miko, intending to gently haul her off before she could start swearing about never wanting to be anywhere near their CO.

"We'll call y'all up soon'as there's somethin' more substantial than a beaver's left testicle to report, ma'am." She almost seemed amused as Miko silently fumed, still totally unable to formulate a coherent objection beyond euphemisms for fornication.

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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Jason Beauvoir on Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:01 am

|| Littlewood Colony
|| Courtyard
|| 1139
|| Day 1

M'Jart stood with a few other operations officers which had beamed down in the first and second waves. She didn't like this place, apart from too open and not being green enough for her tastes, something felt wrong. There was danger here and not just from pirates. She may be a novice when it came to the social mores of non-SerNumi, but a good hunter knows her prey as well as her fellow hunters, and she'd spent enough time around humans to learn their body language and colonist body language told her that they were hiding something, but alas it could tell her what that was. So until she had more definite idea of what was going on, she'd stay alert and do her job.

Addressing her team she said. "Okay, you all know why we are here, so I'll make this brief, well split into pairs and each take a third of the colony's perimeter. Check both the senor arrays and their power units and make any upgrades or repairs you can, but leave the heavy lifting for the engineers, that's what they're for. Just document everything so they know what needs to be done and what equipment is required. Any questions?"

"Specialist S'Rem will we have security escorts?" a rather timid look Saurian asked.

"Yes, I'll ask the XO to assign each team an escort, but you will be armed and you should still watch each other's backs, Crewman. Anyone else?"

The Saurian appeared only relieved but said nothing further.

"Do we get hazard pay, Specialist?" Asked a handsome (and knew it) human male named Rob Chase.

"No, but you get that warm feeling inside from doing your job well. Will that do, Cadet?"

"Have to, Specialist, cause we're not getting anything else, are we?" He said with a winning smile.

"No, we're not. Since there's no more questions, I'll go and inform the XO, were ready to go. Oh, and Cadet Chase, I suggest you concentrate on doing said job and on being the class clown."

Chase looked a little deflated and then laughed to try elevate his discomfort as the rest of the team gave him that 'she-got-you-good' look.

Approaching the XO, M'Jart waited for him to finish his conversation with the other senior officers before she said. "Sir, I'm Operations Specialist S'Rem reporting that my team is ready to head out on your order, we'll be splitting into three groups and due to our location and recent events, I'd like to request security escorts for each group."

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Post by Desdemona Hyde on Tue Mar 19, 2013 1:00 am

|| Littlewood Colony
|| Medical Tents
|| 1154
|| Day 1


Des wasn't quite sure what it was that had her in a mood, but it was probably the surge off sick. She wasn't particularly in a bad mood, but she wasn't really in a great one either as she wandered around trying to see if she couldn't diagnose all of this. At first she had just thought maybe some sort of water supply poisoning, but it was more than that.

Ever since she had arrived at the colony, it had seemed as though there was more that met the eye going on. Her expertise were needed but not how she expected, and she sensed that the colonists were worried and more worried than normal wounded people. It wasn't her place to inquire as to what was going on, but she also couldn't ignore that suddenly there was a surge of sick people with similar symptoms--some that broke pattern.

Fever, dehydration, eye spots and then the blisters.

Des rubbed her temples as she sat down a moment, having just had to administer pain killers for the fluid filled blisters to two patients. She wasn't sure she was inoculated for this as the symptoms didn't entirely make sense without some sort of pain, but besides the blisters, no one was complaining. No headaches, stomach aches or anything of the like and there was no nausea...at least not yet. She was torn between fascinated and just plain flabbergasted and for a moment she needed to catch her bearings.

What most didn't know about Des, was her ability to take situations like this and turn them into science projects. Yes, they were people and they had feelings and thoughts of their own, but Des could easily think of them as simply variables in a project and shut that off. Doctors were supposed to have certain lines of morality, but Des sometimes found ways around the whole 'do no harm' clause of her job.

"I don't know how to diagnose this," Darian explained with a shrug. "I'm trying to figure it out but everything I think of doesn't fit."

Des looked at him and nodded. "I have a feeling we're not digging deep enough--we might need to be more invasive...find more similarities."

"Figure out how it began..."

"And when--either they all picked it up the same place, or it's more complicated than that. We need medical histories and tougher questions asked of them. I don't care how uncomfortable it is, this could end up being fatal."

She hadn't been joking when she'd said she didn't have the best bedside manner, but such things were unavoidable. Des had never really cared what anyone thought of her and simply did her job as she was told and then went above and beyond her pay grade. This was intriguing and her ticket to something better, so the sooner she figured it out, the sooner she got to gloat about it later.

"Let's go ask patient X a few more questions," Des told Darian as she moved toward the first patient to show signs and Darian bit his tongue to stop from telling her that the man had a name.
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Re: Mission 2 : Frigid Frontiers

Post by Reneé Lucas on Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:19 am

||Littlewood Colony
||Main Reactor Complex
||1200
||Day One

With the shuttle landing on the pad outside the reactor complex Emret looked at his chrono as if to say that the Starfleet Engineers had arrived a little over a time he would have deemed acceptable. As a Cardassian he had a love of order which in turn fuelled his love of machines. A machine worked in perfect balance and harmony and would not work if something upset that balance. It was an engineer's job to restore everything to working order. A perfect time. A proper balance.

Unlike most of the colony's senior 'officers' he was dressed in overalls rather than combat fatigues. His job was to fix things during or after a fight not take part in it. Workers were busy taking supplies deeper into the complex while he waited for whoever was in the craft to depart.

LTJG Fong led the small crew of Engineers out of the shuttle. He squinted his eyes against the sun that was just topping the peak of the mountains. He stood on the landing pad as the Cardassian engineer approached him. He looked him up and down. Coveralls? What sort of senior officer wore coveralls? First impressions made a lasting one and if this engineers disheveled appearance made any impression on him it was that his equipment was probably shoddy at best. He put on his best smile and extended his hand. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Trella Fong. Engineering Officer on the USS Indefatigable." He shook hands with the Cardassian officer and withdraw his hand quickly as possible.
"Chief Donald Yarder, my assistant" Chief Yarder shook his hand giving him a strong shake.
He went down the line and introduced the rest of the technicians.
"We are ready to give you any assistance you need".

For a moment Emret simply looked at the collection of Starfleet officers with a tilted head. "I hope you don't intend to actively work on the reactors in such shiny uniforms." commented the Cardassian as he turned to look at the entrance to the reactor. "Every man is required to work on the reactor and by the end of it I guarantee everyone here will be dying for a shower and a hot meal."

He was rather vague as to why exactly that would be the case as he led the Starfleet engineers through the entrance. Inside it was clear that the reactor itself was rather dated. In comparison to most fusion reactors there were still a lot of moving parts involved hence the need for oil-spattered coveralls, muscle bound mechanics and more manual tools than a garage.

"Several hydraulic systems have been shot by disruptor fire. We even have a radiation leak in sector two. It's sealed for now but until we find a way to seal the leak I cannot send my engineers to check for any damage with that sector. I'm not about to sacrifice my men."

Fong draw himself up and looked down at the man. " I assure you, we can handle any situation that comes up". He was about to remark about the wearing of uniforms when Chief Yarder stopped him. "About the reactor leak. Did you try venting with outside air? Once we vent we can go in and assess the damage." Fong glowered at the Chief, he did not like being interrupted. "We can provide you any assistance you need getting your...reactor working". He eyed the aging console and status display and a frown crossed his face. "Your equipment is antiqued but we should manage." He extended his hand. "Shall we proceed?".

"Venting contaminated air may seem like a good idea." said Emret who bowed slightly. "I admit that I also mulled over that possibility but you forget one thing; the colonial population. Wind is erratic during these seasons and the radioactive particles could do untold damage to both the colony's inhabitants and the ecological balance. Remember that we still have to live here." The Cardassian was jovial and patient at putting this point across as he dusted off his hands. "Might I suggest you provide both yourselves and my repair teams with hazardous environmental suits?"


"I will relay your request to our ship." Fong looked at Chief Yarder who had another idea. " Sir, we have portable pumps we use for venting decks that are filled with smoke and other gasses. We could rig some up here, rig some sort of storage apparatus and beam it back to the ship and dispose of it there." Fong mulled that idea over in his head. "Ok, let me communicate with the Colonel. Emret do you have a communictions station I can use?"

"Down the hall we just walked down they'll be a junction, take a right and they'll be a comm node." he said with a nod, pointing to the direction. "The line won't be secure however. So if you wish to transmit secure information I advise against it."

Fong nodded at the man and walked down the corridor. He found the communications portal and keyed the frequency for the ship. A beep told him that his hail was acknowledged.
"Colonel Lucas? This is Lieutenant JG Fong on the surface. We have made contact with the colony engineering team but it looks bleak. They have a bad reactor leak and we need some equipment beamed down the ship. Also, we need to set up a way of disposing the radiation on the ship. Chief Yarder has an idea for storing it in the collectors that will be beamed down, but we have no way of disposing it at the moment due to environmental issues on the surface. I was thinking we could beam the collectors to a shuttlebay, clear it out and then expel the radiation by opening the shuttlebay doors to vacuum."

"Sounds like you have a plan already." she said as she drummed her fingers against her legs. "I also want your professional opinion Lieutenant. I was hoping that to help with the supply issue we could install replicators into the colony. However...I need to know what the power systems are like before you and Operations start rigging anything to their supply. If this generator of theirs was running smoothly, could it be done?"

Fong cocked his head to the side slightly. "Most certainly Colonel. The power generator is a Series Quad-6. Four reactors make up one generator. They appear to have been cobbled together from spare parts over the years. I think one of the reactors actually came out of a Constellation class starship about 70 years ago. It shouldn't be a problem keeping them running". He had hoped his optimism wouldn't get him in trouble. "With your permission Colonel, I would like to start beaming the collectors down and begin containing this radiation leak. Oh, and some extra radiation suits for Emret's people as well."


"Beam away." ordered Reneé to the Bolian with a wave of her hand. Not that he could see that of course. "After you complete your primary repairs I want you to make a report to Lieutenant Dougherty. The more he knows the better. I also want you to rely a message to a...S'Rem. I believe she is heading the Operations detachment on the planet. Get her working on the replicators ASAP."

"Aye Aye Colonel." Fong broke the connection and walked back down the corridor. Emret and Chief Yarder looked up when he came in. "Equipment is outside, let's go get it"
They all walked back outside and found the equipment right where it was requested. Chief Yarder picked up one of the pumps and collectors and mated them together. They gathered the rest of the equipment and went back to the reactor opening.Chief Yarder threw an environment suit at LTJG Fong and Emret. "Suit up gentlemen" Once the Engineering team suited up they staged in front of the hatch. Yarder spoke once again. "We will go in and set the collectors up and begin clearing the space. Should take about an hour. Once the hatch is sealed nobody enters the space until all the radiation is eliminated." The engineering team nodded as well as Emret and Fong. "Mister Emret, open the hatch if you please". The Cardassian complied and the door opened letting out a green mist. The team rushed in and immediately began setting up the collectors, a few buttons were pressed and they began working. Yarder rushed for the door. "Ok everybody out." The team rushed for the door and it secured behind them. "Ok now we begin the waiting game."


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Post by Oliver Dougherty on Fri Mar 29, 2013 6:59 am

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|| Courtyard
|| 1139
|| Day 1

"Sir, I'm Operations Specialist S'Rem reporting that my team is ready to head out on your order, we'll be splitting into three groups and due to our location and recent events, I'd like to request security escorts for each group."

"I'll pass your request along to Lieutenant Wayne... S'Rem? Sounds Bajoran, but you don't look like any Bajoran I have ever seen. Anyway, Specialist S'Rem, do you have everything you you need for your tasks?

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Post by Jason Beauvoir on Sat Mar 30, 2013 3:16 pm

|| Littlewood Colony
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|| 1140
|| Day 1

"Thank you, sir." M'Jart said with a smile despite the fact that she found the XO a quite opposing figure. "I expect not, sir, I'm SerNumi, there aren't many of us in Starfleet currently, so I don't expect you to identify my species. As for our assigned tasks, have all we need for now, but that's certain change once we begin to examine the colony's sensor grid. If it's as outdated as most of the other tech, I've seen here already, my team and I could have quite a job on our hands."

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Post by Danny Sullivan on Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:33 pm

||Littlewood Colony
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||1700
||Day One

Danny Sullivan walked up the dirt trail towards the reactor complex. He straightened his uniform shirt and entered the complex. LTJG Fong looked up from the console he was at. "Good evening Chief". Sullivan nodded. "What is the progress?" Fong did not notice he did not append a "sir" at the end of his question. " Fong stood up from the console he was at.
"We cleared the radiation leak from inside the reactor area. We beamed the collectors back to the ship. The next step is assessing the damage and beginning repair efforts." He fixed Sullivan with a glare. Sullivan did not notice but instead nodded his head. "Carry on, keep me informed."

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Post by Oliver Dougherty on Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:19 am

|| Littlewood Colony
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"Thank you, sir." M'Jart said with a smile despite the fact that she found the XO a quite opposing figure. "I expect not, sir, I'm SerNumi, there aren't many of us in Starfleet currently, so I don't expect you to identify my species. As for our assigned tasks, have all we need for now, but that's certain change once we begin to examine the colony's sensor grid. If it's as outdated as most of the other tech, I've seen here already, my team and I could have quite a job on our hands."

"I'm sure that you can handle it.", Oliver said with a smile. "Carry on Specialist, if you'll excuse me I have a meeting to get to."

||1156
||Administrator's Office

Oliver talked in to the Administrators office, debris and dirt littered the floors and there were scorch marks on the walls from what appeared to be weapons fire along with some actual fire. Failing to find a directional bank Oliver followed the most sensible path to where he would have placed the office of the person who would head such an organization.

After a few minutes he was standing in the administrator's secretary's vestibule and then in Beckett's office itself.

The first thing Oliver noticed was that the postures between Beckett and Crawford had changed. Before their body language towards each other was of barely veiled contempt. Now it felt like they were darkly mirrored versions of each other.

"Administrator, Commander", Oliver addressed them in turn, "When are you expecting the Ferengi representative?"

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