Season 16: Episode 2: A Night at the Opera

[Lek]

[Waiting Room - Erewhon]

Lek found a beverage dispenser and ordered two hot coffee like drinks, as hot as the machine would dispense. He then found a water bottle and combined with a strip of cloth he pulled from under the couch, he assembled a makeshift rotating club. It wasn't much, but anyone trying to their hands on him would regret doing so.

"You want me you twisted little squid, come and get me."

[Rayek trLhoell]

Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

[Lt. Jg. James Ramort]
[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

Not Human? Not possessing a Soul? Just what were their standards for meassuring sentience. After what he observed, they were at least able to feel a certain degree of emotion and were capable of higher cognitive functions.

Taking another deep breath he reminded himself that he was a guest in an alien culture. Even if by Federation Standard the Manager had just demonstrate a school of thought in line with famous Warcriminals from History past, he could not do anything against it. Most important would be to get their Crew out of here and back into Federation Space.

"Allow me to once again apologize sincerely on behalf of the Federation. We didn't intend to insult your culture of physiology. Is there anything we could do to make this right. Would it help to show we really meant no harm if we apologised to the Guest that was insulted as well?"

'Artificial lifeform?!'  So this species didn't recognize the clones as having intrinsic rights because of something as intangible as a soul?  Rayek was curious how the Lyssarians reasoned that, and what part 'free will' played in it?

He continued to let Ramort lead the discussion.

The Facility Manager kept its attention on Ramort as the science officer spoke.  At the Lieutenant's suggestion to offer apologies to the insulted Guest, several of the Lyssarian's tentacles swayed above its' head. Rayek wondered at its meaning.  Was that approval?

"That would be a start..."  Wrrhssrw's answered thought the tone sounded somewhat displeased. "Typically, a fine or community service is handed out to the offender as a deterrent.  However, as I understand it, the offender in this situation doesn't even acknowledge his culpability."

There was a pause in the Lyssarian's speech as it swiped at the wall.  The scene on the wall screen changed to show the waiting room.

[Waiting Room - Erewhon]

Lek found a beverage dispenser and ordered two hot coffee like drinks, as hot as the machine would dispense. He then found a water bottle and combined with a strip of cloth he pulled from under the couch, he assembled a makeshift rotating club. It wasn't much, but anyone trying to their hands on him would regret doing so.

"You want me you twisted little squid, come and get me."

"These do not appear to be the actions of someone who is apologetic."

Rayek took in Lek's resourcefulness - somewhat impressed with the engineer's inventiveness, but also fully aware at how poorly this looked.

Rayek looked to the Facility Manager.  "I'll go speak to him." He then turned to Ramort and risked a private aside. "See if you can negotiate to have him disciplined by the Captain, rather than Lyssarian law."

The Romulan then exited the office and returned to the waiting room.

"Lek, hate to build on your paranoia, but you're being watched and its not helping with our 'we come in peace' speech. How about you disassemble that and come say 'hello' and show you aren't a violent person by nature?"

[James Ramort]

Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

[...]

The Facility Manager kept its attention on Ramort as the science officer spoke.  At the Lieutenant's suggestion to offer apologies to the insulted Guest, several of the Lyssarian's tentacles swayed above its' head. Rayek wondered at its meaning.  Was that approval?

"That would be a start..."  Wrrhssrw's answered thought the tone sounded somewhat displeased. "Typically, a fine or community service is handed out to the offender as a deterrent.  However, as I understand it, the offender in this situation doesn't even acknowledge his culpability."

There was a pause in the Lyssarian's speech as it swiped at the wall.  The scene on the wall screen changed to show the waiting room.

"These do not appear to be the actions of someone who is apologetic."

Rayek took in Lek's resourcefulness - somewhat impressed with the engineer's inventiveness, but also fully aware at how poorly this looked.

Rayek looked to the Facility Manager.  "I'll go speak to him." He then turned to Ramort and risked a private aside. "See if you can negotiate to have him disciplined by the Captain, rather than Lyssarian law."

The Romulan then exited the office and returned to the waiting room.

"Lek, hate to build on your paranoia, but you're being watched and its not helping with our 'we come in peace' speech. How about you disassemble that and come say 'hello' and show you aren't a violent person by nature?"

[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Manager's Office]

The flailing of appendages reminded him of a sign for applause in one of earths sign languages. Usually he would guard himself against such "false friends" in comparing languages, but given the context and his own hopes, he chose to interpret the signal as a positive sign. Maybe he would be able to turn this around. The Manager's next words swiftly dispelled such feeling again.

A fine might be payable by the Federation, community service was something he could not easily agree too. Especially on behalf of another sentient being. And he had a feeling the Ferengi would have no love for the idea of doing work for the Lyssarians.

As the Manager showed him the next screen, clearly depicting the Ferengi building a weapon, only a couple of meters away from this very office, Ramort blood froze. Here he was pleading for leniance, while the one in trouble was doing his best to seem hostile. It also reflected badly on the Federation as a whole.

He was thankful for the Commander going out to him and cooling him down. The last thing they needed now was the Commander not only constructing, but also using the weapon.

"I am so sorry for this incident. I can assure you it is not part of our policies or politics to go about and craft weapons on diplomatic missions. If you would, allow me to make a suggestion. Commander Lek, on this missions, has violated our established codes of conduct and is thus subject to disciplinary actions by the Institutions of Star Fleet. If you release him to us, we can promise you he will be reminded of our codes of conduct and facing the adequate consequences. We also can promise you, for any eventual future contacts, to only sent you properly trained diplomats, which should avoid any future incidents. Of course we are still committed to make the necessary apologise!

[Tekin Nevir]

[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge | Science Station 1]
The captain's orders to begin docking procedures wasn't particularly surprising to Rajagopalan or T'Rea--the current radiation levels really left no other choice at this point, even ignoring the ominous sounds of their groaning hull--and instructions to security about arming didn't apply to either of the scientists, leaving them more or less free to continue their data collection and analysis. After all, there was a countdown on now to the time until they would reach the station, and that could mean a time limit on access to the Discovery's sensor feeds and analysis computers...

Now that the data was sufficiently down-sampled it only took the computers a few moments to perform the fitting. Accessing the goodness of such fits was generally tricky, but T'Rea didn't have the luxury of a proper review of the relevant statistics. She forwarded what she had to Auxiliary Engineering, "Ensign Kedan, I have something for you on the low-frequency tide-patterns in the radiation waves. It looks like the sum of 3 sinusoids: estimated freqencies of 0.27 mHz, 0.56 mHz and 4.1 mHz. Largest amplitude component corresponds with the 0.56 mHz component." Almost before T'Rea had had finished her transmission to Kedan, Rajagopalan let out a quiet sound of surprised realization as he checked the shuttle analysis. Instinctively, she took a step in his direction to get a better view of his screen, "Look at this," he told her, maximizing the primary graphical output of her code, "It's not just graviton shielding, it's--," but before he could say more his face abruptly acquired the colored of a Vulcan blush and he lurched to the side as he vomited. Reflexively, T'Rea reached out a hand to help steady him and keep him from toppling over entirely, and she visibly flinched at the resulting telepathic contact as his nausea and dizziness swept over her. There could be no doubt that he was suffering from radiation poisoning. Suddenly, the idea of docking inside the space stations shielding felt more like a relief than a disappointment.

"Captain, is medical prepared with hyronalin to treat acute radiation syndrome? If they have a sufficient supply, perhaps it's time to disperse into the ventilation system as a radiation counteragent. Or at least send medics with inoculation supplies to the bridge and any other high-exposure areas on the ship?" For the first time, the stress of the situation had started to creep into the Vulcan crewman's voice as she spoke.

Even as she was speaking she helped Rajagopalan to the nearest chair and then turned back to the science console to first press the emergency button that would alert medical that there was an officer on the bridge in need of medical attention, and then immediately send the details of the multi-layer shielding properties generated by analysis of the shuttle data to Kedan, McNair, and M'Nia, flagging the file with the highest possible priority until she had the chance to make a voice call on the topic. She checked over her shoulder. Rajagopalan still looked green, but he didn't appear at risk of fainting outright and there was little more she could do for him without leaving the Science station on the bridge completely unmanned.

[Dr. Phlome]
[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge]

The Hypospray discharged their payloads with a satisfying little hissing sound, indicating even to an untrained ear that the inoculation had been a success. one could almost watch on as Rajagopalans face took on a much more healthy colour, albeit he probably would take a couple of minutes before he was fully up again.

"Thank you for your assistance, Crewman, it is much appreciated."

Although her face had not even flinched when touching the Ensigns face, her medical training told Phlome she probably had experience at least a little bit of psychic backlash. Radiation poisoning could feel as if once innards turned to stew and the suffering person burned up from the inside out. In many previous encounters with radiation leaks or similar phenomena in space, they really had far too many of these, maybe she should suggest preventative inoculations next time they left space port. Usually the patients didn't care too much for reliving the experience but some had come back and told her how it felt, and she didn't want to experience it for herself.

Imagining that the Vulcan must have felt a fraction of this pain, she fully understood where from her sentiment came.

"Given the Ensign is out of the picture at the moment, you are actually the only Science Officer here right now, so you also count as Key personnel. If you want to, I can inoculate you. For the rest of the Bridge, I require the Captain's permission?"

The last part of her sentence directed at the Bajoran sitting at the heart of the Room.

[Ensign Kedan]
[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]

Encouraged by the Lieutenants words, Kedan took to the data again. The Algorithms for rebuilding the shield frequencies now finished, he found himself at an impasse with another part of the Problem. Preventing most of the Radiation from hitting them was nice and everything but they also had to get rid of the Energons.

"There still is the issue of the Energons. If we can't deflect them, they will just continue to rip through the ship's plating and eventually our DNA. Any Idea how we might deflect them?"

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

The Captain turned towards the medical personnel, and a large welt had formed on his face above his eye.  It must have hurt, but he showed no sign of it.

"Take care of the bridge crew first.  Prioritize them.  I've been through worse.  You should see my back."

Inertial dampeners were starting to give as well as power was diverted from them, so the ships's movements were starting to be felt as the ship started docking procedures.  He had to brace himself as the ship stopped.  As soon as docking was completed, the shields stopped degrading as the station's own shields wrapped around the ship. However, as was noted, radiation levels were way too high to remain on board.

"All hands, evacuate Discovery.  I repeat, evacuate Discovery.  Proceed to docking ports or transporters."

He turned to the other bridge officers.  "T'Rea, inform McNair and the engineering team to continue their work off ship, and then join them.  Lorut, instruct the security teams to keep the crew together, and no one is to go to whatever recreation site the away team used.  Keep them in the waiting room if you have to. If you want, you can beam yourself and the bridge crew to the station, but I will wait until I am sure the entire ship is evacuated.  Likely there will be decontamination done on the ship itself so I will set the ship for such to protect our biologics.  I better inform the away team."

"Discovery to away team.  The ship is docked and we are evacuating the ship for repairs.  Hopefully they are good to their word and this isn't a trap, but we will be alert just in case."

[Lorut Vila]

{USS Discovery|Ops-Planet}

Vila knew that they were out of time. Damn it. She was CLOSE, so close! If only she could have a few more minutes!! But she also wasn't interested in dying-at least not in this way. She answered the Comms from below decks.

Phaser Control to Bridge, Awaiting Orders for Setting up Security Measures

Do it, but fast, because we're about to lose power, Security. She could hold it as long as she could, but she was only one person, up against tech she wasn't very familiar with.

The Captain FINALLY issued the orders she'd wanted to hear.

All hands, evacuate Discovery.  I repeat, evacuate Discovery.  Proceed to docking ports or transporters. T'Rea, inform McNair and the engineering team to continue their work off ship, and then join them. Lorut, instruct the security teams to keep the crew together, and no one is to go to whatever recreation site the away team used. Keep them in the waiting room if you have to. If you want, you can beam yourself and the bridge crew to the station, but I will wait until I am sure the entire ship is evacuated.  Likely there will be decontamination done on the ship itself so I will set the ship for such to protect our biologics. I better inform the away team.

"Yes sir, but no way am I going to leave YOU here alone," she said. Oops, that hadn't meant to come out like he couldn't handle himself but, really...she'd saved his life more than once, so could he?! She wasn't so sure. She retrieved a phaser from the little drawer under the Console before opening a line. If she were leaving the ship, she was going to be armed to the teeth, the stupid little Prime Directive be damned.

Security, please ensure that all personnel remains together. I will meet you at the transporter pads. Civilians, do not seperate from a Starfleet officer. All hands, go now.

Her militia training kicked in, and she ran at full speed to the Transporters.

"Two lines. Starfleet to my aft, civilians to the Starboard." She ran through the numbers in her head-minus the away team, they currently had two hundred fifty people aboard. She clicked her Comms again. Security. I have fifty beings accounted for. She clicked off, and then let them beam out, five at a time. It was easier to keep track. She knew she'd have to go soon; she was already sick, but she wasn't about to let Medical look at her. Yet. She had some things to do.

She made her way down to the security office. She checked out a phaser rifle, and a second phaser, just in case. Too much? Not for the Bajoran. She wished she knew what the hell the Commander had done with her confiscated Bajoran milita phaser. That she knew like her own name.

Finally, she made a final sweep of the Bridge before sprinting to the Transporter. She grabbed the Transport specialist, still at his station. "Get your six in this pad or I'll phase you myself," she said, raising the weapon. She was NOT kidding. She pressed her Comms. =/\=Captain. Get in this Transporter now, or I swear, it'll be the last order you give because I'll resign my post and hunt you down myself, and you know I will. Everyone is accounted for. Let's GO, you have three minutes.

She waited, and then the flash of light appeared, and she shut her eyes-they SAID the ripping apart of your ions couldn't be felt, but she SWORE she could.

The landed in chaos.

"Didn't I tell you to keep them in lines of two?" She shook her head. What kind of show was Starfleet running these days? She really needed to rethink her position about the necessity of the Fleet marines on Fleet vessels. If those idiots knew something, at least it was how to form an orderly queue and wait for more directions. She broke off.

"I am going to find the Commander. Not Rayek, Grippen," she said to the Captain when he appeared. "I am armed, I dare one of these...six fingered lily-livered grammarians to mess with me," she said. She had been TRYING to keep her language in check these days.

[T'Rea]

[Dr. Phlome]
[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge]

...
"Given the Ensign is out of the picture at the moment, you are actually the only Science Officer here right now, so you also count as Key personnel. If you want to, I can inoculate you. For the rest of the Bridge, I require the Captain's permission?"

The last part of her sentence directed at the Bajoran sitting at the heart of the Room.

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]
The Captain turned towards the medical personnel, and a large welt had formed on his face above his eye.  It must have hurt, but he showed no sign of it.

"Take care of the bridge crew first.  Prioritize them.  I've been through worse.  You should see my back."

Inertial dampeners were starting to give as well as power was diverted from them, so the ships's movements were starting to be felt as the ship started docking procedures.  He had to brace himself as the ship stopped.  As soon as docking was completed, the shields stopped degrading as the station's own shields wrapped around the ship. However, as was noted, radiation levels were way too high to remain on board.
"All hands, evacuate Discovery.  I repeat, evacuate Discovery.  Proceed to docking ports or transporters."

He turned to the other bridge officers.  "T'Rea, inform McNair and the engineering team to continue their work off ship, and then join them.  Lorut, instruct the security teams to keep the crew together, and no one is to go to whatever recreation site the away team used.  Keep them in the waiting room if you have to. If you want, you can beam yourself and the bridge crew to the station, but I will wait until I am sure the entire ship is evacuated.  Likely there will be decontamination done on the ship itself so I will set the ship for such to protect our biologics.  I better inform the away team."

[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge | Science Station 1]

T'Rea immediately gave the doctor permission to inoculate her, "Go ahead, Doctor." She may have been lucky in regards the severity of her own symptoms so far, but Vulcans were no more resilient to ionizing radiation than any other species on the ship, and regardless, she had absolutely no interest in any of the slower acting side-affects which would set in sooner or later without treatment.

She braced herself against the nearest bulkhead to hold herself still for the inoculation performed while the ship's inertial dampeners had started to fail, and then immediately returned to the science console and her duties. "Crewman T'Rea to Lieutenant McNair. The captain has given orders that you, Ensign Kedan, and Lieutenant M'Nia are to continue your work regard shielding modifications of-ship for the time being. I'm transferring all the relevant datasets collected by Ensign Rajagopalan and myself to a data chip now, and I suggest your team does likewise and that we plan to meet at the deck 5-port evacuation assembly point to continue our work from the space station." There would be no point wasting time searching for each other after they evacuated.

She inserted two data chips into the console in front of her and her fingers few across that display to first initiate data transfer to the chips and then try and rush through finishing a final analysis script that could  run in the background on the ship's computers while the decontamination procedures took place. She would have preferred to be able to review the code properly before she left---especially considering she wouldn't be around to notice an early termination of the program and correct any errors---but that simply wasn't an option given the expected timeline for evacuation. She executed the code with a final double tap, removed the data chips from their slots, and then turned back to Rajagopalan.

"I've got our data. Looks like it's time to go, sir," she told him as she put the chips in her uniform pocket and took his arm to help him up. His complexion had returned to it's normal color, but he still seemed a bit unsteady of his feet, so she decided to keep hold of him for now as they joined the rest of the crew in evacuating. 

[James Ramort]

[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge | Science Station 1]

T'Rea immediately gave the doctor permission to inoculate her, "Go ahead, Doctor." She may have been lucky in regards the severity of her own symptoms so far, but Vulcans were no more resilient to ionizing radiation than any other species on the ship, and regardless, she had absolutely no interest in any of the slower acting side effects which would set in sooner or later without treatment.
[...]

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

The Captain turned towards the medical personnel, and a large welt had formed on his face above his eye.  It must have hurt, but he showed no sign of it.

"Take care of the bridge crew first.  Prioritize them.  I've been through worse.  You should see my back."

Inertial dampeners were starting to give as well as power was diverted from them, so the ship's movements were starting to be felt as the ship started docking procedures.  He had to brace himself as the ship stopped.  As soon as docking was completed, the shields stopped degrading as the station's own shields wrapped around the ship. However, as was noted, radiation levels were way too high to remain on board.
[...]

[Dr. Phlome]
[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge]

"All right. Brace, the double injection might leave you feeling cold for a few seconds. If you encounter any problems, please let me know. Do not brush it off as an emotional side effect, I had far too many Vulcans with worse symptoms than they would have needed to suffer simply because they would not acknowledge they do not feel good."

Knowing her words were true but most likely fell on deaf ears, always Vulcans and their logic, she quickly injected the Crewman with the necessary medications before quickly moving across the Bridge. Administering more doses to any of the officers present.

Two times she had to refill her hyposprays, but luckily the Bridges Med Kit was kitted out for exactly this purpose and had spare radiation meds in case of even more serious radiation events.

Finally, she arrived at the last person. The Captain himself. As the docking clamps extended, she lost her footing for a second. The inertial dampeners glitching out for a second as their own systems too suffered damage from the impact and the prolonged radiation bombardment.
Regaining her footing, she administered the final dosage to the Captain.

"There you go Sir, the immediate effects of the Radiation will be suppressed for at least 4 Hours, after that you will need another dose."

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

[...]
"All hands, evacuate Discovery.  I repeat, evacuate Discovery.  Proceed to docking ports or transporters."

He turned to the other bridge officers.  "T'Rea, inform McNair and the engineering team to continue their work off ship, and then join them.  Lorut, instruct the security teams to keep the crew together, and no one is to go to whatever recreation site the away team used.  Keep them in the waiting room if you have to. If you want, you can beam yourself and the bridge crew to the station, but I will wait until I am sure the entire ship is evacuated.  Likely there will be decontamination done on the ship itself so I will set the ship for such to protect our biologics.  I better inform the away team."

"Discovery to away team.  The ship is docked and we are evacuating the ship for repairs.  Hopefully they are good to their word and this isn't a trap, but we will be alert just in case."

[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge | Science Station 1]

[...]
She executed the code with a final double tap, removed the data chips from their slots, and then turned back to Rajagopalan.

"I've got our data. Looks like it's time to go, sir," she told him as she put the chips in her uniform pocket and took his arm to help him up. His complexion had returned to it's normal color, but he still seemed a bit unsteady of his feet, so she decided to keep hold of him for now as they joined the rest of the crew in evacuating.

Leaving the ship. All colour drained from her face. With how many patients they had down in the Med Bay, an ordered evacuation would be hard, if not impossible without potential long term damage. Hopefully the inhabitants of this station they had docked at would extend basic medical care to them.

Not allowed to resist such an order, she went over to T'Rea and Rajagopalan to offer her a hand in stabilising the ill Ensign.

Along the rest of the Bridge Crew they went into the Turbo lift to head to the nearest Transporter Pad.

{USS Discovery|Ops-Planet}

Vila knew that they were out of time. Damn it. She was CLOSE, so close! If only she could have a few more minutes!! But she also wasn't interested in dying-at least not in this way. She answered the Comms from below decks.

Do it, but fast, because we're about to lose power, Security. She could hold it as long as she could, but she was only one person, up against tech she wasn't very familiar with.

The Captain FINALLY issued the orders she'd wanted to hear.

"Yes sir, but no way am I going to leave YOU here alone," she said. Oops, that hadn't meant to come out like he couldn't handle himself but, really...she'd saved his life more than once, so could he?! She wasn't so sure. She retrieved a phaser from the little drawer under the Console before opening a line. If she were leaving the ship, she was going to be armed to the teeth, the stupid little Prime Directive be damned.

Security, please ensure that all personnel remains together. I will meet you at the transporter pads. Civilians, do not seperate from a Starfleet officer. All hands, go now.

Her militia training kicked in, and she ran at full speed to the Transporters.

"Two lines. Starfleet to my aft, civilians to the Starboard." She ran through the numbers in her head-minus the away team, they currently had two hundred fifty people aboard. She clicked her Comms again. Security. I have fifty beings accounted for. She clicked off, and then let them beam out, five at a time. It was easier to keep track. She knew she'd have to go soon; she was already sick, but she wasn't about to let Medical look at her. Yet. She had some things to do.

[...]

[Petty Officer Zull]
[USS Discovery | Deck 4 | Section 19 | Weapons Storage]

Finally, they had new Orders.
Her mind kicked into gear as training once again manifested into reality.

Turning around, she put in the lock out code into the access doors terminal. Now only Security Officers and Command Level Officers would be able to access this station. She knew, similar actions were taken all across the ship right now by her colleagues. Star Fleet had experienced hostile Aliens taken over ships that were abandoned too often to leave anything to chance.

Having successfully locked the door before power went out, they rushed to the nearest Transporter Pad. Armed they were beamed onto the station.

[Erewhon Station | Reception Hall]

There they were greated by a large white hall. The walls were slightly concave and intended at several locations. Looking like niches meant to hold vases or other artifacts. The hall was illuminated in a bright but warm light, seemingly eminating from all surfaces surrounding them. Star Fleet Officers and Crewman in all color of Uniforms were wandering through the room. No appearent leadership present as all Officers mostly tried to get a hold on where they were and what had happened to the ship.

Further back, a group of medical Officers were huddeled around Patients on strechers, calling out for help from unseen alien hosts.

Security Officers were attempting to set up a perimeter at the outside of the group, shielding it from potential aggressors. Most of them looked quite unnerved. Zull joined them, not happy about not having seen as much as a hairs width of their alien hosts.

As she heard Lieutenant Lorut request permission, she turned around immediatly. Leaving the group unprotected she offered her help immediatly.

"Requesting to accompany the Lieutenant. No one should be moving about unprotected until we can establish a proper perimeter."

[James Ramort]

[Ensign Kedan]
[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]

As Kedan tried to adjust some final parameters for a new high energy frequency for charging the ions trapped in the shield grid, hoping they could serve as a charged barrier absorbing the high energy particles, suddenly all displays began showing evacuation orders. The Captain's order soon following being announced over all speakers and combadges, announcing they had to vacate the entire ship.

This certainly was unfortunate. Without the help of advanced computing power, their work would be hindered. But he was beginning to feel the effects the radiation had on him too. All around him Crewmembers had been looking somewhat sickly for the past minutes, two even needing to be transported into the Sickbay to receive immediate treatment.

Acknowledging T'Reas call:

"Understood, we will be at docking port 5 shortly. 

Grabbing two data storage devices himself, he began to cast all data they had collected so far, including all their simulations and all the models and modifications they had finished so far. They could not afford to lose any of them. Once the ship was safe to enter again, they had to be installed as soon as possible to prevent another lethal build up of radiation.

As they already moved in the direction of the Door, he remembered something. Something so vital, he asked himself how he could have nearly forgotten to take one.
The models they were running were incredibly complex. Simulating 5 spacial dimension, including the malleable domain of Subspace and its interaction with the higher energy bands. Their standard PADDs and Tricorders were simply not kitted out for something of this order of computational power. His own hands already filled and the rest of the team busy carrying their own padds and data crystals, he stopped one of the new Ensigns on Board to ask her for help.

He had not had the opportunity to interact with her much yet, he barely remembered her name, but now was no time for social nicities or large introduction. They could catch up on all of those once they were not in danger of being grilled from the inside by lethal radiation.

"Ensign Devereaux, sorry to burden you, but we need your help, could you grab one of the portable terminals on the way to evac and follow us to Docking Port 5. We have priority orders to continue our work, and frankly, every extra pair of hands is greatly appreciated right now."

Being still pushed further by the stream of Officers in golden Uniforms, he had no time to check up on anything else and was instead pushed in the direction of Docking Port 5.

[Lorut Vila]

{Planetside}

Requesting to accompany the Lieutenant. No one should be moving about unprotected until we can establish a proper perimeter.

Lorut looked from the woman to the Captain. She held up the phaser rifle she'd "borrowed" from the Armory. She'd take her brig time later. "I am hardly unarmed, Petty Officer. And trust me, I've killed more people than you have. IF you can keep up, fine, but I am not going to wait around for a perimeter sweep while our people are in there. I can DO it on the way," she said, moving forward. "Captain, your call," she said, over her shoulder as she set out. She should also find Lek, too, actually. If she could get into the actual walls, she could sabotage it from within. The Ferengi hated her, but she was betting on his loyalty to the crew.

She set off quietly, slinking about near the edges of the walls. The sheer noise was overwhelming and she fought back a flashback. She knew how to achieve infiltration without getting caught-and what to do if she WAS caught. She had a vague knowledge of the layout of this place from a quick review of the data the away team had sent back, so as she moved forward, she made sure she kept it in her mind. She was, hopefully, going the right direction.

[Lauren Devereaux]

[Ensign Kedan]
[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]

As Kedan tried to adjust some final parameters for a new high energy frequency for charging the ions trapped in the shield grid, hoping they could serve as a charged barrier absorbing the high energy particles, suddenly all displays began showing evacuation orders. The Captain's order soon following being announced over all speakers and combadges, announcing they had to vacate the entire ship.

This certainly was unfortunate. Without the help of advanced computing power, their work would be hindered. But he was beginning to feel the effects the radiation had on him too. All around him Crewmembers had been looking somewhat sickly for the past minutes, two even needing to be transported into the Sickbay to receive immediate treatment.

Acknowledging T'Reas call:

"Understood, we will be at docking port 5 shortly. 

Grabbing two data storage devices himself, he began to cast all data they had collected so far, including all their simulations and all the models and modifications they had finished so far. They could not afford to lose any of them. Once the ship was safe to enter again, they had to be installed as soon as possible to prevent another lethal build up of radiation.

As they already moved in the direction of the Door, he remembered something. Something so vital, he asked himself how he could have nearly forgotten to take one.
The models they were running were incredibly complex. Simulating 5 spacial dimension, including the malleable domain of Subspace and its interaction with the higher energy bands. Their standard PADDs and Tricorders were simply not kitted out for something of this order of computational power. His own hands already filled and the rest of the team busy carrying their own padds and data crystals, he stopped one of the new Ensigns on Board to ask her for help.

He had not had the opportunity to interact with her much yet, he barely remembered her name, but now was no time for social nicities or large introduction. They could catch up on all of those once they were not in danger of being grilled from the inside by lethal radiation.

"Ensign Devereaux, sorry to burden you, but we need your help, could you grab one of the portable terminals on the way to evac and follow us to Docking Port 5. We have priority orders to continue our work, and frankly, every extra pair of hands is greatly appreciated right now."

Being still pushed further by the stream of Officers in golden Uniforms, he had no time to check up on anything else and was instead pushed in the direction of Docking Port 5.

[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]

Devereaux wiped the sweat off her forehead has she continued working on the EPS conduit before her. This radiation was taking its toll on pretty much every system on the ship, and Auxiliary Engineering was abuzz with activity as she and her fellow engineers did their best to keep critical systems running. The young Ensign had only just joined the crew, her first after graduation, and this was the first real emergency she had been involved with in her career. As intimidating as it was, she quickly found that keeping all her focus on the task at hand helped at least a bit.

She gritted her teeth and paused her work for a moment as she fought off a wave of nausea. It hadn't gotten bad enough to incapacitate her yet, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Therefore, she was almost relieved when she heard the captain's call for evacuation. She wasn't really sure what the situation would be off of the Discovery, but at least she would be out of this bloody radiation. Devereaux quickly stowed her hyperspanner in the toolkit she was carrying and prepared to follow the rest of her crew towards evacuation.

Just as she joined the throng of engineers on their way off the ship, she heard someone grab her attention. "Absolutely. I'll grab one and meet you there!" she replied, raising her voice so the science Ensign could hear her as he was swept off with the crowd. His name was... Kedan. At least, she thought that was his name. She had barely come aboard and she was still rather unfamiliar with most faces outside Engineering. Devereaux wasn't sure exactly what they had been working on, but it must have been important with priority orders like that. She was happy to have something to focus on still. Fighting perpendicularly to the direction of flow, she made her way to a nearby storage unit and hefted the portable terminal it contained, and rejoined the crowd as she moved towards Docking Port 5.

[Rayek trLhoell]

[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Manager's Office]

The flailing of appendages reminded him of a sign for applause in one of earths sign languages. Usually he would guard himself against such "false friends" in comparing languages, but given the context and his own hopes, he chose to interpret the signal as a positive sign. Maybe he would be able to turn this around. The Manager's next words swiftly dispelled such feeling again.

A fine might be payable by the Federation, community service was something he could not easily agree too. Especially on behalf of another sentient being. And he had a feeling the Ferengi would have no love for the idea of doing work for the Lyssarians.

As the Manager showed him the next screen, clearly depicting the Ferengi building a weapon, only a couple of meters away from this very office, Ramort blood froze. Here he was pleading for leniance, while the one in trouble was doing his best to seem hostile. It also reflected badly on the Federation as a whole.

He was thankful for the Commander going out to him and cooling him down. The last thing they needed now was the Commander not only constructing, but also using the weapon.

"I am so sorry for this incident. I can assure you it is not part of our policies or politics to go about and craft weapons on diplomatic missions. If you would, allow me to make a suggestion. Commander Lek, on this missions, has violated our established codes of conduct and is thus subject to disciplinary actions by the Institutions of Star Fleet. If you release him to us, we can promise you he will be reminded of our codes of conduct and facing the adequate consequences. We also can promise you, for any eventual future contacts, to only sent you properly trained diplomats, which should avoid any future incidents. Of course we are still committed to make the necessary apologies!

The Lyssarian Facility Manager stared at Ramort unblinking after the science officer's request to 'release' the offender.

"Thus far I have seen no evidence of any disciplinary action on part of your leadership, nor any sign of apology or apologetic behaviour.  This 'Commander Lek' is your superior is he not?  How can you promise any discipline?"

A slide of a tentacle and the view screen zoomed in on the interaction between Rayek and Lek.

"Even his superior seems to have little authority over his actions."
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Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Waiting Room]

As the Romulan waited for some response from Lek, the cellphone communicator rang and Rayek flipped it open and raised it to his ear.

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

"Discovery to away team.  The ship is docked and we are evacuating the ship for repairs.  Hopefully they are good to their word and this isn't a trap, but we will be alert just in case."

Rayek grimaced and attempted to reply discreetly - despite knowing they were being monitored.

"Acknowledged, Captain. I would recommend limiting contact with the Lyssarians and their guests - who can be identified as those wearing wrist bands.  Their society doesn't put the same rights to all sentients.  The Human clones which are Erewhon's labor force are treated as lesser - which is how Lek got involved - defending a groundskeeper from verbal and physical abuse"

"Ramort is attempting to build a rapport with the Facility Manager in order to better negotiate any necessary fines or penalties against Commander Lek, who seems to have broken the Erewhon 'Terms of Service' when he insulted the guest by implying that she had a 'prodigious butt'.  Lek denies any culpability because the Terms weren't clearly pointed out to us, nor explicitly accepted.  Presently, he's armed himself and might be considered a threat by the locals."

[Rayek trLhoell]

[Erewhon Station | Reception Hall]

There they were greeted by a large white hall. The walls were slightly concave and indented at several locations. Looking like niches meant to hold vases or other artifacts. The hall was illuminated in a bright but warm light, seemingly emanating from all surfaces surrounding them. Star Fleet Officers and Crewman in all color of Uniforms were wandering through the room. No apparent leadership present as all Officers mostly tried to get a hold on where they were and what had happened to the ship.

Further back, a group of medical Officers were huddled around patients on strechers, calling out for help from unseen alien hosts.

Security Officers were attempting to set up a perimeter at the outside of the group, shielding it from potential aggressors. Most of them looked quite unnerved. Zull joined them, not happy about not having seen as much as a hairs width of their alien hosts.

As the medical staff called for help, suddenly there appeared in the midst of the medical area several EMH's.  "Please state the nature of the medical emergency" they spoke in unison before splitting up to offer assistance to the Discovery's medical team.

Those security personnel and crew nearest what looked like an alien transporter pad are were surprised when several openings appeared in the wall and holographic 'ticket booth' attendants smiled in greeting.  "Welcome to Erewhon, where your fantasies are made real."

{Planetside}  STATION

Lorut looked from the woman to the Captain. She held up the phaser rifle she'd "borrowed" from the Armory. She'd take her brig time later. "I am hardly unarmed, Petty Officer. And trust me, I've killed more people than you have. IF you can keep up, fine, but I am not going to wait around for a perimeter sweep while our people are in there. I can DO it on the way," she said, moving forward. "Captain, your call," she said, over her shoulder as she set out. She should also find Lek, too, actually. If she could get into the actual walls, she could sabotage it from within. The Ferengi hated her, but she was betting on his loyalty to the crew.

She set off quietly, slinking about near the edges of the walls. The sheer noise was overwhelming and she fought back a flashback. She knew how to achieve infiltration without getting caught-and what to do if she WAS caught. She had a vague knowledge of the layout of this place from a quick review of the data the away team had sent back, so as she moved forward, she made sure she kept it in her mind. She was, hopefully, going the right direction.

As Lorut crept along the wall, at some point her presence triggered a holographic warning - a large holographic humanoid appeared 2 meters directly in front of her.
"You have left the Reception Hall. This is a restricted area.  Only Erewhon staff are permitted in this area.  We must ask you to return to the Reception Hall."

[M'Nia]

[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]

Devereaux wiped the sweat off her forehead has she continued working on the EPS conduit before her. This radiation was taking its toll on pretty much every system on the ship, and Auxiliary Engineering was abuzz with activity as she and her fellow engineers did their best to keep critical systems running. The young Ensign had only just joined the crew, her first after graduation, and this was the first real emergency she had been involved with in her career. As intimidating as it was, she quickly found that keeping all her focus on the task at hand helped at least a bit.

She gritted her teeth and paused her work for a moment as she fought off a wave of nausea. It hadn't gotten bad enough to incapacitate her yet, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Therefore, she was almost relieved when she heard the captain's call for evacuation. She wasn't really sure what the situation would be off of the Discovery, but at least she would be out of this bloody radiation. Devereaux quickly stowed her hyperspanner in the toolkit she was carrying and prepared to follow the rest of her crew towards evacuation.

Just as she joined the throng of engineers on their way off the ship, she heard someone grab her attention. "Absolutely. I'll grab one and meet you there!" she replied, raising her voice so the science Ensign could hear her as he was swept off with the crowd. His name was... Kedan. At least, she thought that was his name. She had barely come aboard and she was still rather unfamiliar with most faces outside Engineering. Devereaux wasn't sure exactly what they had been working on, but it must have been important with priority orders like that. She was happy to have something to focus on still. Fighting perpendicularly to the direction of flow, she made her way to a nearby storage unit and hefted the portable terminal it contained, and rejoined the crowd as she moved towards Docking Port 5.

"Alright people! Take the data and evacuate! We'll continue the work onboard the station. "Compute, transfer all date relating to the shield modulation we've been working on and transfer it to the stations engineering. Ok let's move people. I want us all out of this radiation as soon as possible!" M'nia said. She watched her team move to evacuate. She would make sure noone was left behind! They were her responsibility. Even though she wasn't feeling that hot either but she would be ok.

[James Ramort]

[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

The Lyssarian Facility Manager stared at Ramort unblinking after the science officer's request to 'release' the offender.

"Thus far I have seen no evidence of any disciplinary action on part of your leadership, nor any sign of apology or apologetic behaviour.  This 'Commander Lek' is your superior is he not?  How can you promise any discipline?"

A slide of a tentacle and the view screen zoomed in on the interaction between Rayek and Lek.

"Even his superior seems to have little authority over his actions."
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[...]

[Erewhon | Administrative Area | Facility Managers Office]

The arguments by the Manager posed a problem for Ramort. Because, fundamentally he was correct. Ramort was only a junior Lieutenant. Commander Lek outranked him in every regard. He would not be able to hold him accountable upon his own authority. Any suggestion things might be different, would amount to an insult to the Managers intelligence, an intelligence he had proven so far to be substantial.

Still, he had to believe in the rule of Law. Officers that violated the general orders governing Star Fleets conduct would be held accountable. No matter which rank the Officer was that reported the potential violation.

"True, I can not administer any consequences for action from superior Officers. But even if I were to outrank the Commander, our rules would still bind us all. Which Consequences are attached to which actions has been determined by the standing comissions and admirality or our Fleet and enacted Federation Council. No matter the rank an Officer holds, they are subject to these laws.

Even if it looks like Commander trLhoell is not asserting his rank right now, I can guarantee you. In the debriefing of our stay here, all issues in any potential offernders behavior will be brought to light and the necessary actions will be taken. Right now I am sure, the Commander is doing what is necessary to prevent any further missunderstandings. Obeying a superior Officer is one of our laws. So if Commander Lek disobeys Commander trLhoell, this would be added to the actions he will have to answer."

[T'Rea]

[Dr. Phlome]
[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge]

"All right. Brace, the double injection might leave you feeling cold for a few seconds. If you encounter any problems, please let me know. Do not brush it off as an emotional side effect, I had far too many Vulcans with worse symptoms than they would have needed to suffer simply because they would not acknowledge they do not feel good."

Knowing her words were true but most likely fell on deaf ears, always Vulcans and their logic, she quickly injected the Crewman with the necessary medications before quickly moving across the Bridge. Administering more doses to any of the officers present.
...
Leaving the ship. All colour drained from her face. With how many patients they had down in the Med Bay, an ordered evacuation would be hard, if not impossible without potential long term damage. Hopefully the inhabitants of this station they had docked at would extend basic medical care to them.

Not allowed to resist such an order, she went over to T'Rea and Rajagopalan to offer her a hand in stabilising the ill Ensign.

Along with the rest of the Bridge Crew they went into the Turbo lift to head to the nearest Transporter Pad.

[Ensign Kedan]
[USS Discovery | Deck 5 | Auxiliary Engineering]
...
Acknowledging T'Rea's call:

"Understood, we will be at docking port 5 shortly. 

Grabbing two data storage devices himself, he began to cast all data they had collected so far, including all their simulations and all the models and modifications they had finished so far. They could not afford to lose any of them. Once the ship was safe to enter again, they had to be installed as soon as possible to prevent another lethal build up of radiation.
...

As the medical staff called for help, suddenly there appeared in the midst of the medical area several EMH's.  "Please state the nature of the medical emergency" they spoke in unison before splitting up to offer assistance to the Discovery's medical team.

[USS Discovery | Deck 1 | Bridge] --> [Erewhon Station | Reception Hall]

As T'Rea would soon discover, the evacuation route for the Bridge was (partially) shared with the Triage Medbay, which acted as the primary medical facility in Discovery's alpha hull. This was logical--since evacuation of wounded and/or the ship's command officers might require prioritization depending on the nature of the prioritization, the route both direct and relatively uncrowded. Even slightly slowed by still supporting Ensign Rajagopalan it took only 2 minutes to make it down to deck 5.

There, the route became slightly more crowded (and considerably busier) as they intersected with the flow of patients and medical staff from the triage medbay. T'Rea pulled Rajagopalan's arm over her shoulder to support him alone while Dr. Phlome was recruited to help monitor an unconscious Engineering petty officer (a human that T'Rea did no recognize), and Rajagopalan used his free arm to take the hand of a young Bolian who had been frozen in fear in the middle of the corridor.

The three of them exited the ship via docking port 1, outside of a which they found a number of already-evacuated wounded being tended by emergency medical holograms. Once off the ship, Rajagopalan pulled himself free of her support and knelt in front of the child--no doubt to try and discern where their parents or guardian might be, and T'Rea glanced around to try and orient herself in the bright, white space. She had suggested to the team in Engineering to meeting them at docking port 5 because she had seen on the evacuation map that it looked closest to Auxiliary Engineering, but in the stress of the moment she'd failed to consider where she and Rajagopalan would end up after their own evacuation. Odd numbered docking ports were on the starboard side, so at least there shouldn't be an entire Prometheus class starship in the way to the designated meeting point, but there was still significant ground to cover, most of it filled to bursting with Discovery's large crew...

On the whole, it took longer than ideal, but they managed to locate the young Bolian's injured father, and deliver the child into the care of one of the nurses attending to his care, then snake their way through the crowd until they reached port 5. Rajagopalan appeared to be himself again by then (he hadn't needed her support since they left the ship), and T'Rea was still determinedly ignoring the lingering feeling of ice-water in her veins. That became much easier to ignore when she caught sight of a flash of blue-green skin, "Kedan! Ensign Kedan!" she called over din, trying to get the Benzite's attention and pointing out his location to Rajagopalan beside her. They pushed forward through the crowd toward their fellow scientist and the group of Engineering and Operations officers gathered there with him.