S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Nira Said]

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

Per Lt. Savar's order, Fawkes followed Torra to their next destination. Upon entering the lab, the ensign gave her superior a nod and directed her attention to the console. As stated, all the beacons and the devices were networked.

Fawkes deferred to Lt. Adams as the devices were deactivated, nodding as the Grazerite suggested remotely reactivating the beacons. Tracing the crates wouldn't be an issue as they had the frequency of each device. "œWith that many beacons going dark at once, it has to be a remote signal, but I suggest we scan the area for any energy signatures "" life signs, transporter patterns, remote sensors "" anything."

Fawkes then approached the console. "œFor now, with your permission, Lt. Savar, we can reconstruct the missing beacon network using the data stored in the computer. Then, we'll know where the devices were or should be. We could send a patrol on a flyby to ascertain the beacon's status while security follows the reactivated devices." Fawkes shrugged, knowing the plan was unconventional. "œWe could kill two birds with one stone."

Charlotte stepped back as one element of the plan bothered her. "œPer Lt. Adams's suggestion, we should track these devices, but I'm curious if reactivating them will somehow alert the smugglers. If not, we're good. However, if we want a stealthier approach, we may be able to trace the devices themselves." The scientist politely nodded to Torra, not wishing to step on anyone's toes. "œIt's just a thought," she said sheepishly, stepping back beside Adams.

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

Torra looked to Charlotte with a soft smile at her countering suggestion, her doe-brown eyes lit with that same smile. "I hadn't considered the need to be stealthy.  I think your idea has far more merit."

At Savar's order, Torra obligingly moved to a console, signed in and began a scan.  "I'll do the scan if you want to get started on the networking, Ensign."

Mid-way through her scan she chastised herself for being so meek and mild-mannered.   She was a Department Head just as much as he!  Lieutenant Savar had no authority to order her about.   Ensign Fawkes, yes as he was her direct superior - but not her.   However, Torra realized his request was the logical course of action, so she continued with her scan and told herself that she would talk to him privately about this later.

What she discovered was a bit of a surprise. "Savar," Torra figured if he could address her by name, then she had the right to do the same - though it felt awkward to the Grazerite since despite his former relationship with Nira, she'd never really had gotten to know the Vulcan all that well.   "We have about a dozen new lifesigns being reported in Cargo bay area."

[{NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

Savar nodded at the two women's suggestions. "Of course," he said. He was about to watch for the beacons to re-emerge when Torra informed him of extra lifesigns. He looked over her shoulder - a difficult thing to do if she was standing - and noticed the new lifesigns.

"So I see. A mixture of Romulan and Orions, at that. Now we know."

Once he made the call to Rabolon, he assisted Ensign Fawkes in restoring the network. He refrained from giving orders this time, given he suddenly realized: in all technicalities, Torra outranked him; aside from having more experience time, Torra was Nira's Second Officer on the Revenant, and since coming to the station, she was also Third Officer, since she ranked under Rabolon. Still, the Operations and Science departments work a great deal with each other.

A moment later, Savar looked over approvingly at Ensign Fawkes. "Good work, Ensign."

[Commander Nira Said | Temporary Bazaar | Promenade | Deck Eleven | Outpost Solaere]

Nira watched as the shops set up like clockwork. It was a pity they were going to be here temporarily, but it depended how many wanted to stay on the station to do business. There was a saying she remembered: "Nothing is more permanent than the temporary." She reflected that, once she visited the Romulan colony on Ciden IV, Oaish'le, there was going to be something similar...

When she heard Rabolon's report, she narrowed her eyes. Then she remembered T'Kal and her behavior and looked around for her. A moment later, Nira found her. She was at a sort of jewelry shop, negotiating a sale, and she looked up as Nira approached. Nira was careful not to look aggressive or confrontational, looking more businesslike, but her eyes told a different story: They were hard and blazing angrily.

"Excuse me, Subcommander, but might I have a word in private?" she asked, a businesslike tone, but there was a sharp undertone beneath all the business.

"Of course," said T'Kal. Nira then steered her to one of the only places on the Promenade with doors, a guarantee for privacy: The Assay Office, directly under the Security Office and connected by a stairwell, a guarantee for a quick security response in case of a robbery. Once she made sure they weren't overheard, she spoke in a quiet fury.

"So," she hissed. "You come aboard to make off with our confiscated contraband...don't deny it," she added harshly, at T'Kal's puzzled expression. "We captured some contraband and apprehended a gang of criminals attempting to make off with it."

"I'm not sure what you mean; I don't affiliate with criminals," T'Kal said coolly.

"Don't lie to me," hissed Nira. "You've been behaving strangely since you came aboard."

"If you knew at all," retorted T'Kal. But you have to understand that I didn't want any part of this myself.

It took a moment for Nira to realize she was sending an outward thought toward her, until she soothed her anger enough to notice her lips weren't moving, and that her eyes, unlike the rest of her cool demeanor, were looking anxious, distressed.

"How can I believe that?" said Nira in a snap, but asking telepathically at the same time. She was realizing she could be looking at a Romulan with a telepathic gift, like Rayek from the Discovery.

T'Kal continued to stare coolly, but Nira was feeling emotions different from her demeanor. We were heading here to legitimately trade. But we were hijacked en route...we're being held hostage, used as a means to get here.

[Stryker]

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon looked around and noticed an exceptionally enormous human arrive. He suddenly remembered he was expecting this officer to arrive; Sven "Stryker" Aune. He admired the man instantly, he was almost as big as an average Chelon. Hell, he'd look like a Klingon if he had the ridges; in fact, given the two hundred year history of the station, he'd fit right in among pre-2270s Klingons, before they got their ridges back.

Dersch's muttering about how the Romulans got the codes made Rabolon look at Dersch. "Didn't you see the Orions among them?" he whispered. "I think these Romulans are with the Syndicate, that's how they got the codes."

He nodded in agreement with the pincher attack. "You two, one each follow Mister Aune and Dersch. You got each flanks, I got the center."

He looked down at his claws after he spoke. A perfect advantage. Plus, all the toxin in his claws had been neutralized, as all Chelons do when they go through Starfleet Academy, so it's not very dangerous, but it still presents a kick (and if goons don't know about the claws' removal, it's a good intimidation tool).

Once he got word that they were in position, he whispered, "Take your targets. Heavy stuns." And with that, he opened fire. Headshots were easy to him, he was so tall. He just had to know where.

The result of the engagement was that almost half the infiltrators were down - probably just four or five, if Rabolon could keep a specific number - thanks to the security detail. Exposed, the Orions commenced the attack. Only two Romulans were assisting them, and their shots were, unfortunately, better. But the rest, upon realizing they were caught, started work, hastily worked on the tags, on those crates that they had worked on, and one began tapping on a device. Rabolon noticed this, but unfortunately, that man seemed to be the most protected.

"Dersch, Aune, see if you can get any one of the ones at the tags!" Rabolon ordered. He then proceeded to dodge, but  with his injured leg, he wasn't fast enough. He got hit on the side and had at least an additional burn to go with his leg. Seething in pain, he could see that one or two of the Romulan taggers got downed, and the one with the device looked around and shouted, "Leave the rest! Whatever with active tags will go!"

He tapped the device and a portion of the crates with deactivated swirled with green light. Rabolon actually braced himself, thinking they were rigged with bombs, but more green swirls just manifested and the crates were gone in green particles - transported away. And then the rest of the infiltrators were gone.

"Damn," wheezed Rabolon in pain; those Romulans were definitely professional, to hit him in places that can exceptionally hurt if they can't kill. He tapped the comm badge with his good arm and called. "Rabolon to Commanders Garrison and Said. We lost a handful of contraband to a Syndicate infiltration team, a mix of Romulan and Orions."

He then seethed in pain and made another call. "Rabolon to Infirmary. Medical emergency. Casualty in Freighter Dock Six. It's me now."

| lt. Sven Aune | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve |

Sven had gotten himself into position, and keeping eyes on both Dersch and the Romulans he noted a large, turtle like creature creep up to Dersch. Sven assumed it was the station chief of security. He had yet to meet the individual. That would have to come later. His eyes were upon a singular security detail that was picking her way to his position. Once she arrived, Rabolon gave the order.

It was chaos. As these things were. Sven popped up, took aim with the makeshift phaser and popped an orion right in the small of his back. He fell to the floor with a thump. The young security ensign popped out from the side of a crate and managed to fell an Romulan.

They were caught flat footed, but quickly regained composure and they began to fire back. A green disruptor ray flashed past Sven as he took cover. The bolt of light hit the ceiling and showered sparks down upon them.

He signaled the ensign to pull off a feint.  He offered himself as the bait. She nodded and he popped up. Another Orion took the bait, aimed at Sven and the ensign squared up her shot and nailed him before he could get his shot off.

Good, two down. Meanwhile, the other Romulans were scrambling to tag crates. What was in them? Contraband? Then he saw it. A disruptor shot nailed the giant turtle and he was down. Not good. More sparks flew as more phaser and disruptor fire was exchanged.

Then in a flash, green swirls emerged around the tagged crates and the remaining Romulans and Orions, and then they were gone.

He failed to secure a tagged crate and Sven swore under his breath. He and the ensign made they way back to the fallen security chief.

"Sorry sir. I failed to secure a crate." though that was probably the least of Rabolon's worries at the moment.

[Charlotte Fawkes]

[{NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

Savar nodded at the two women's suggestions. "Of course," he said. He was about to watch for the beacons to re-emerge when Torra informed him of extra lifesigns. He looked over her shoulder - a difficult thing to do if she was standing - and noticed the new lifesigns.

"So I see. A mixture of Romulan and Orions, at that. Now we know."

Once he made the call to Rabolon, he assisted Ensign Fawkes in restoring the network. He refrained from giving orders this time, given he suddenly realized: in all technicalities, Torra outranked him; aside from having more experience time, Torra was Nira's Second Officer on the Revenant, and since coming to the station, she was also Third Officer, since she ranked under Rabolon. Still, the Operations and Science departments work a great deal with each other.

A moment later, Savar looked over approvingly at Ensign Fawkes. "Good work, Ensign."

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œThank you, sir," replied the ensign to Savar's compliment. Charlotte did as ordered and, with Torra's help, restructured the beacon network only to find that some were missing from Freighter Dock Six. "œComputer, use stored frequency data to scan for missing crates." The woman bit her lower lip nervously as the crates could be anywhere, and it could take time for a thorough search. "œComputer, scan the station and planetary system for that specific frequency. Use beacon and crate dimensions as a reference point to enhance search." Fawkes shook her head, believing the crates were long gone, but she remained silent. If luck were on their side, whoever stole them would still be in the area.

"œFrequencies matching specified search found on Ciden IV within one kilometer of the Oaish'le settlement."

Surprised but relieved, Fawkes nodded in gratitude. "œThank you, Computer." She then directed her attention to Savar and Adams as the lost crates were added to the network. "œLieutenant, you said the crates held drugs and weapons. What type of drugs did you mean "" recreational or something else?"

[Nira Said]

[Continuation of Post #135]

The Orion Syndicate has you on a leash? asked Nira.

Of sorts, answered T'Kal, and then she sent an image into Nira's head: A group of Romulans and Orions holding a Romulan cargo crew hostage, led by an old and extremely pale Romulan, pale in a troglodyte kind of way.

"We require the services of your vessel," he said. "Cooperate, and we may eventually let you go free. Resist us in any way, and your crew dies."

The worst part of it was Nira recognized him... ...could it be? I won't know for sure until I see him face to face, Nira retorted.

You have to believe me, he'll kill my crew, but I have nowhere else to turn to, said T'Kel pleadingly, and Nira was sure she could see tears forming in her eyes. My family. He has connections to the Orion Syndicate, they funded his faction, and many of those scumbags from the Syndicate are on his side.

Nira pursed her lips. Cloten had warned them somebody would come. But if this really was what T'Kal showed her, then this was more serious than just a Syndicate gang.

"I want to make sure your goods are in order," she said. "And I want to you to take me to your commanding officer."

"I did say he was ill," said T'Kal, her eyes suddenly flashing with worry. "He won't take to visitors..."

Just lead me to where he is, asked Nira.

"...but I can see what I can do, depends on how well he'll be," said T'Kal.

"Good," said Nira, then she tapped her comm badge.  "Said to Lieutenants Aune and Dersch, once you finish your business in the Freighter Dock, I need you to come with me for a goods inspection in one of the Romulan freighters if Commander Rabolon can spare you, at Freighter Dock..."

T'Kal made an inadvertent gasp that she repressed. Nira didn't need to be an empath to know why she reacted thus, but immediately after, T'Kal gave it to her: "Four."

"Four, Freighter Dock Four." She then made another call.  "Said to Lieutenants Addams and Savar, can you meet me at one of the Romulan freighters, the one at Freighter Dock Four?"

Finally, she made one more call:  "Said to Garrison...something may be coming up with one of the freighters. I'm on my way to conduct a goods inspection with Security. I'll be sending feed up to you in Ops."

And so, Nira adjusted her comm badge so that there will be viewscreen connection; a new feature, and a way to keep the CO involved when the CO is up in the command section; she had always wanted to keep a link to the bridge so the Captain Galloway can see things as how they go, so he would be involved, seeing as he never liked remaining on the bridge. Now there was a chance to do so, for the CO to be an eye in the sky of sorts...a looser expression of it was called the "guy in the chair."

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

[{NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

Savar nodded at the two women's suggestions. "Of course," he said. He was about to watch for the beacons to re-emerge when Torra informed him of extra lifesigns. He looked over her shoulder - a difficult thing to do if she was standing - and noticed the new lifesigns.

"So I see. A mixture of Romulan and Orions, at that. Now we know."

Once he made the call to Rabolon, he assisted Ensign Fawkes in restoring the network. He refrained from giving orders this time, given he suddenly realized: in all technicalities, Torra outranked him; aside from having more experience time, Torra was Nira's Second Officer on the Revenant, and since coming to the station, she was also Third Officer, since she ranked under Rabolon. Still, the Operations and Science departments work a great deal with each other.

A moment later, Savar looked over approvingly at Ensign Fawkes. "Good work, Ensign."

Torra could feel the Vulcan science officer hovering at her back trying to look over the screen, seemingly not trusting her statement of what was found.  His peering over her shoulder, made her feel uncomfortable, so she shifted a step to the side so he could get a better view of the screen.  Savar's statement that the lifesigns were mostly Romulan and Orion didn't need a response back.   So while Savar reported the lifesigns to the Security Chief, Torra moved back to the console and turned her attention to helping Charlotte with the networking.

She was a little mollified when after his call Savar began to assist rather than just ordering them to do the work.

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œThank you, sir," replied the ensign to Savar's compliment. Charlotte did as ordered and, with Torra's help, restructured the beacon network only to find that some were missing from Freighter Dock Six. "œComputer, use stored frequency data to scan for missing crates." The woman bit her lower lip nervously as the crates could be anywhere, and it could take time for a thorough search. "œComputer, scan the station and planetary system for that specific frequency. Use beacon and crate dimensions as a reference point to enhance search." Fawkes shook her head, believing the crates were long gone, but she remained silent. If luck were on their side, whoever stole them would still be in the area.

"œFrequencies matching specified search found on Ciden IV within one kilometer of the Oaish'le settlement."

Surprised but relieved, Fawkes nodded in gratitude. "œThank you, Computer." She then directed her attention to Savar and Adams as the lost crates were added to the network. "œLieutenant, you said the crates held drugs and weapons. What type of drugs did you mean "" recreational or something else?"

Between the three of them the work was done quickly and soon Charlotte was able to query the Computer and receive a not so surprising answer.  The crates were on the planet close to the Romulan settlement.

By seniority, Torra should have called it in, however, she hesitated - since Nira had obviously implied to Savar that he was in charge of this investigation - why else would the Vulcan order her about like an ensign earlier?   It was clear to the Grazerite that Nira trusted the Vulcan more in this situation, so Torra decided to leave it to him report the information the Commander.   Afterwards she hoped to be able to return to station proper up in Ops Command.

Torra's somewhat self-pitying thoughts were interrupted when Ensign Fawkes asked about the contents of the crates.
She looked to the Ensign, curious about the reason for her question, but answered openly.

"It varied by crate.  Some were purely medicinal, such as vaccines against serious illnesses like Rigelian-fever. Others were more known for their recreational use, though they too also have their medicinal purposes as analgesics.  Opioids mostly.  Why do you ask?" Torra wondered aloud.

A short while later, Torra and Savar were contacted.

[Commander Nira Said | Temporary Bazaar | Promenade | Deck Eleven | Outpost Solaere]

"Said to Lieutenants Addams and Savar, can you meet me at one of the Romulan freighters, the one at Freighter Dock Four?"

Torra tapped her comm badge to acknowledge the orders.    "Yes, Commander, right away.."

She looked to Ensign Fawkes and dipped her head slightly.  "Thank you for all your help, Ensign.  I hope I didn't disturb your task of unpacking too much."

The Grazerite then turned to head out leaving Savar, the science officer's Chief, to instruct the woman on any follow-up task needed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four]

Torra was curious as to why both Ops and Science were once more being called to the Freighter area; this time Dock Four.  'Had more crates been found?'  she wondered.

When she arrived, her musings seemed validated by the arrival of Security.   Torra dipped her head towards Nira.   "Commander.  More crates?" she asked.

[J.B Dersch]

| lt. Sven Aune | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere |

Sven nodded, and tilted his head slightly curious as the man opened his prosthetic arm and removed a phaser. If he had that, that would mean that other people did as well. He made a mental note to be watchful. He took the phaser in his calloused hand and set it to stun, then looked down along the corridor. There was in intersection and he nodded again. "Pincer Maneuver, Aye. Ya, I think I can get over there undetected."

Crouching, the muscular man, dodged into the shadows, and weaved his way between containers an dark spots. More than once, he thought he would have been spotter, especially when one of the Romulans walked within feet of him as he hid behind a crate. But the Romulan didn't notice.

Meticulously Sven made his way to his position, then using hand signals only he notified Dersch that he was in position, and had eyes on 4 of the perpetrators.

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon looked around and noticed an exceptionally enormous human arrive. He suddenly remembered he was expecting this officer to arrive; Sven "Stryker" Aune. He admired the man instantly, he was almost as big as an average Chelon. Hell, he'd look like a Klingon if he had the ridges; in fact, given the two hundred year history of the station, he'd fit right in among pre-2270s Klingons, before they got their ridges back.

Dersch's muttering about how the Romulans got the codes made Rabolon look at Dersch. "Didn't you see the Orions among them?" he whispered. "I think these Romulans are with the Syndicate, that's how they got the codes."

He nodded in agreement with the pincher attack. "You two, one each follow Mister Aune and Dersch. You got each flanks, I got the center."

He looked down at his claws after he spoke. A perfect advantage. Plus, all the toxin in his claws had been neutralized, as all Chelons do when they go through Starfleet Academy, so it's not very dangerous, but it still presents a kick (and if goons don't know about the claws' removal, it's a good intimidation tool).

Once he got word that they were in position, he whispered, "Take your targets. Heavy stuns." And with that, he opened fire. Headshots were easy to him, he was so tall. He just had to know where.

The result of the engagement was that almost half the infiltrators were down - probably just four or five, if Rabolon could keep a specific number - thanks to the security detail. Exposed, the Orions commenced the attack. Only two Romulans were assisting them, and their shots were, unfortunately, better. But the rest, upon realizing they were caught, started work, hastily worked on the tags, on those crates that they had worked on, and one began tapping on a device. Rabolon noticed this, but unfortunately, that man seemed to be the most protected.

"Dersch, Aune, see if you can get any one of the ones at the tags!" Rabolon ordered. He then proceeded to dodge, but  with his injured leg, he wasn't fast enough. He got hit on the side and had at least an additional burn to go with his leg. Seething in pain, he could see that one or two of the Romulan taggers got downed, and the one with the device looked around and shouted, "Leave the rest! Whatever with active tags will go!"

He tapped the device and a portion of the crates with deactivated swirled with green light. Rabolon actually braced himself, thinking they were rigged with bombs, but more green swirls just manifested and the crates were gone in green particles - transported away. And then the rest of the infiltrators were gone.

"Damn," wheezed Rabolon in pain; those Romulans were definitely professional, to hit him in places that can exceptionally hurt if they can't kill. He tapped the comm badge with his good arm and called. "Rabolon to Commanders Garrison and Said. We lost a handful of contraband to a Syndicate infiltration team, a mix of Romulan and Orions."

He then seethed in pain and made another call. "Rabolon to Infirmary. Medical emergency. Casualty in Freighter Dock Six. It's me now."

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch nodded as the Chief gave orders. Within a few minutes, the battle was over, They dropped quite a few, it work but he then looked to see the Chief was injured. "Damn it!" Dersch ignored the order about getting the tags and quickly grabbed the small med kit out of his arm compartment. He knew that the Chief had already contacted medical But he needed to help the best he can. He began to apply some Pain relievers. "Hang in there chief, Medical should be on its way" He grabbed some gauze and started to hold pressure. Right before his did this, He dropped two officers working at the tags and went back to the work on the stopping the blood, There were only 3 Left and they had their hands raised high in surrender.

[Kinley Garrison]

No, that sounds completely plausible.  That's me, just an innocent civilian caught up in someone else's troubles  said with a forced 'happy-go-lucky' tone of voice that gets close to implying that it's a lie.

She keeps side eyeing Colten - waiting for him to leave/be led away.  one foot gaining a nervous fidget.  impatient..?

[Main Ops]

Kinley didn't quite buy it. She was up to something for sure,  but what exactly that something was, she wasn't sure about. She was very out of her depth here with this civilian.  After all, most of the people she ever had interacted with were members of Starfleet, which naturally led to a selection bias from the get-go.  Someone this rough and tumble was entirely different, and Kinley didn't know how to deal with it. She did motion for Cloten to be put back where he was until stuff settled.

Kinley'd have to keep an eye on this woman's exploits too,  but with someone as resourceful as this smuggler seemed to be, she'd offer an olive branch. It was better to make friends rather than enemies, in her opinion. Maybe chalk that up to another bad idea of the day.  It wouldn't be the first one,  but she needed allies for the station out here, and if that meant one mischievous smuggler might have gotten off this time, that would possibly be the price she'd have to pay.

"œAlright there.  I'm pretty sure there's more to this story than what you're telling me. Fair enough.  I'm going to let you off for now with a warning.  If you get in trouble that's going to affect us up here on the base, I'd  like at least some kind of a heads-up, if possible, deal?"

[Feeva Drylo]

Feeva nodded.

Sure, why don't you schedule an appointment with Rabolon and check if he's ok. And if you can get rid of that dinosaur that would be great!

"Aye," she said, stepping back, and then into the Turbolift. She made her way first to her office, and scheduled an appointment with the Lieutenant for later that afternoon. After that, she replicated herself a cup of Bajoran Jumja tea.  She made her way back to the Turbolift, heading for the Medical bay once more. She found the main office, and let herself in carefully.

"Steve, was it?" She asked. "Who do you belong to?" Once she'd made out that the holographic dinosaur belonged to the Station Commander, Feeva sighed. OF course it did. She knelt a little, as if she was talking to her own child.
"Let's go find your mum," she said. Should she offer her hand? Feeva didn't know the protocol for this kind of thing. Carefully, she led the small raptor out of the CMO's office and to the Medical transporter. A bit later, she appeared in the Command Deck corridor. She made her way to the CO's office, coaxing the animal along. She rang the chime, hoping someone was there, if not the Commander herself, then the Yeoman.

[Kinley Garrison]

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Finally, she made one more call:  "Said to Garrison...something may be coming up with one of the freighters. I'm on my way to conduct a goods inspection with Security. I'll be sending feed up to you in Ops."

And so, Nira adjusted her comm badge so that there will be viewscreen connection; a new feature, and a way to keep the CO involved when the CO is up in the command section; she had always wanted to keep a link to the bridge so the Captain Galloway can see things as how they go, so he would be involved, seeing as he never liked remaining on the bridge. Now there was a chance to do so, for the CO to be an eye in the sky of sorts...a looser expression of it was called the "guy in the chair."

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]
"Dersch to Garrsion, Listen carefully to what I am about to tell you, We currently have more than 10 Intruders on deck 12, But Do not, I repeat DO NOT start any alarms, Secuirty can handle this, We have enough officer here right now to be able to do some damage, Dersch out" Dersch really hoped She would listen to what he said. Now  time to raise some hell.

Feeva nodded.

"Aye," she said, stepping back, and then into the Turbolift. She made her way first to her office, and scheduled an appointment with the Lieutenant for later that afternoon. After that, she replicated herself a cup of Bajoran Jumja tea.  She made her way back to the Turbolift, heading for the Medical bay once more. She found the main office, and let herself in carefully.
"Steve, was it?" She asked. "Who do you belong to?" Once she'd made out that the holographic dinosaur belonged to the Station Commander, Feeva sighed. OF course it did. She knelt a little, as if she was talking to her own child.
"Let's go find your mum," she said. Should she offer her hand? Feeva didn't know the protocol for this kind of thing. Carefully, she led the small raptor out of the CMO's office and to the Medical transporter. A bit later, she appeared in the Command Deck corridor. She made her way to the CO's office, coaxing the animal along. She rang the chime, hoping someone was there, if not the Commander herself, then the Yeoman.

[Station Ops, a little later]

Kinley stiffened when she heard about the additional intruders that may be onboard. She agreed. There were too many variables, and she didn't want to scare what few civilians were already on the station. It was already a mess cleaning up after the first intruders today. "œThank you for the heads up, Mr. Dersch.  We'll be monitoring the situation from above. Call for backup if you need to. Garrison out. "œ

She paced the room,  tapping furiously on her PADD to get some kind of visual. Unfortunately, the cameras here were"¦ not very good, but the updates were less. It seemed like they were losing more of the contraband.

Nodding, Kinley took note of the unfolding Situation. She was glad she wasn't exactly in the middle of it all, but the waiting was also getting to her.  There weren't any scanners she could run like on a ship.  At least she had some view of the situation through a feed. "œThanks. Be careful out there."

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[As Steve]

[Medbay]

Steve was already waiting at the door,  really itching to get out, when the nice counselor lady came to say hi!  Thumping his tail in greeting, he weaved fast circles around her legs and rubbed her hand with his head, anxious to go fast and be with people.  He especially was worried that there were going to be people who would hurt the nice doctors, especially since there was an alert that usually meant something was going wrong.  But right now, there didn't seem to be bad guys. at least not right now.

She wanted him to follow her? That's what she seemed to want, so he'd be a good boy and follow her. Maybe she had jello? that would be nice since he still couldn't get any jello here either.  He tried.

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[CO's offices]

[As Kinley]

There wasn't much to do besides keep an eye on the feed, so she decided to move her pacing into the offices instead.  They were pretty nice, but she hadn't gotten around to personalizing them just yet.  She hadn't gotten around to a lot of things yet since getting here.  She'd have to put Steve's scratching post up somewhere in the corner - wait"¦ She had forgotten Steve! In the chaos of this morning, she hadn't picked him up from the medbay!

Suddenly, she heard a chime. "œCome in!" she shouted.

A young woman in glasses and medical teals came in,  little raptor in tow. "œOhmygosh! You brought Steve! Thank you so much. I was just about to head down myself now that stuff has kinda cooled down. I really hope he wasn't too much of trouble." she said, grabbing the little raptor. "œUm, what's your name, if I might ask?  Is there anything i can do to help the Medical teams?"

[Charlotte Fawkes]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

Between the three of them the work was done quickly and soon Charlotte was able to query the Computer and receive a not so surprising answer.  The crates were on the planet close to the Romulan settlement.

By seniority, Torra should have called it in, however, she hesitated - since Nira had obviously implied to Savar that he was in charge of this investigation - why else would the Vulcan order her about like an ensign earlier?   It was clear to the Grazerite that Nira trusted the Vulcan more in this situation, so Torra decided to leave it to him report the information the Commander.   Afterwards she hoped to be able to return to station proper up in Ops Command.

Torra's somewhat self-pitying thoughts were interrupted when Ensign Fawkes asked about the contents of the crates.
She looked to the Ensign, curious about the reason for her question, but answered openly.

"It varied by crate.  Some were purely medicinal, such as vaccines against serious illnesses like Rigelian-fever. Others were more known for their recreational use, though they too also have their medicinal purposes as analgesics.  Opioids mostly.  Why do you ask?" Torra wondered aloud.

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œI was curious," Fawkes said with a shrug. "œI was engaged to a former smuggler "" long story. She didn't get involved in politics if she could help it, and drugs, be they medical, stims, or enchantments plus weapons, usually meant terrorists." Charlotte did not elaborate further on her betrothed, but the shell game the smugglers played puzzled her. "œI'm sure there is a logical explanation, but if the contents of these crates were meant for resale, why not transport them to the outskirts of Oaish'le and not a ship? Unless the Romulan settlement was the intended destination."

Fawkes chuckled at herself and returned to the network, keen on keeping an eye on the stash of weapons and pharmaceuticals. "œI'm either way off base or telling you something you already know. Either way, it was good working with you again, Lieutenant." The ensign nodded to the Grazerite and the Vulcan before giving her full attention to the network.

[Stryker]

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

"Hang in there chief, Medical should be on its way" He grabbed some gauze and started to hold pressure. Right before his did this, He dropped two officers working at the tags and went back to the work on the stopping the blood, There were only 3 Left and they had their hands raised high in surrender.

| lt. Sven Aune | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

Sven acknowledged the situation, and left his commanding officer to take care of the chief of security. He had no training in"¦ whatever this aliens anatomy was and left the triage up to Dersch. Instead he took it upon himself to take the three rogues left captive. He snapped his fingers and two other security officers joined him. They cuffed the 3 and marched them off to the brig.

10 minutes later, one of the ensigns had secured the force field as Sven was still not in the system and could not access the more sensitive station functions. But it didn't matter

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œI was curious," Fawkes said with a shrug. "œI was engaged to a former smuggler "" long story. She didn't get involved in politics if she could help it, and drugs, be they medical, stims, or enchantments plus weapons, usually meant terrorists." Charlotte did not elaborate further on her betrothed, but the shell game the smugglers played puzzled her. "œI'm sure there is a logical explanation, but if the contents of these crates were meant for resale, why not transport them to the outskirts of Oaish'le and not a ship? Unless the Romulan settlement was the intended destination."

Fawkes chuckled at herself and returned to the network, keen on keeping an eye on the stash of weapons and pharmaceuticals. "œI'm either way off base or telling you something you already know. Either way, it was good working with you again, Lieutenant." The ensign nodded to the Grazerite and the Vulcan before giving her full attention to the network.

Prior to being called away by Nira, Torra listened to the science officer explain about her former fiancÁ©e - a smuggler.   The Grazerite found it a bit amusing that of all things - THAT - was the shared thing between them.

She smiled softly to Charlotte.  "My husband was once a smuggler as well." Torra offered, then her smile dimmed.   "He could be one again, I suppose... though I hope not." 

[Dr Taja Grippen]

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon looked around and noticed an exceptionally enormous human arrive. He suddenly remembered he was expecting this officer to arrive; Sven "Stryker" Aune. He admired the man instantly, he was almost as big as an average Chelon. Hell, he'd look like a Klingon if he had the ridges; in fact, given the two hundred year history of the station, he'd fit right in among pre-2270s Klingons, before they got their ridges back.

Dersch's muttering about how the Romulans got the codes made Rabolon look at Dersch. "Didn't you see the Orions among them?" he whispered. "I think these Romulans are with the Syndicate, that's how they got the codes."

He nodded in agreement with the pincher attack. "You two, one each follow Mister Aune and Dersch. You got each flanks, I got the center."

He looked down at his claws after he spoke. A perfect advantage. Plus, all the toxin in his claws had been neutralized, as all Chelons do when they go through Starfleet Academy, so it's not very dangerous, but it still presents a kick (and if goons don't know about the claws' removal, it's a good intimidation tool).

Once he got word that they were in position, he whispered, "Take your targets. Heavy stuns." And with that, he opened fire. Headshots were easy to him, he was so tall. He just had to know where.

The result of the engagement was that almost half the infiltrators were down - probably just four or five, if Rabolon could keep a specific number - thanks to the security detail. Exposed, the Orions commenced the attack. Only two Romulans were assisting them, and their shots were, unfortunately, better. But the rest, upon realizing they were caught, started work, hastily worked on the tags, on those crates that they had worked on, and one began tapping on a device. Rabolon noticed this, but unfortunately, that man seemed to be the most protected.

"Dersch, Aune, see if you can get any one of the ones at the tags!" Rabolon ordered. He then proceeded to dodge, but  with his injured leg, he wasn't fast enough. He got hit on the side and had at least an additional burn to go with his leg. Seething in pain, he could see that one or two of the Romulan taggers got downed, and the one with the device looked around and shouted, "Leave the rest! Whatever with active tags will go!"

He tapped the device and a portion of the crates with deactivated swirled with green light. Rabolon actually braced himself, thinking they were rigged with bombs, but more green swirls just manifested and the crates were gone in green particles - transported away. And then the rest of the infiltrators were gone.

"Damn," wheezed Rabolon in pain; those Romulans were definitely professional, to hit him in places that can exceptionally hurt if they can't kill. He tapped the comm badge with his good arm and called. "Rabolon to Commanders Garrison and Said. We lost a handful of contraband to a Syndicate infiltration team, a mix of Romulan and Orions."

He then seethed in pain and made another call. "Rabolon to Infirmary. Medical emergency. Casualty in Freighter Dock Six. It's me now."

[Sickbay > Freighter Dock]

"Acknowledged, on my way." Taja grabbed her medical kit and for the second time today, she was out on call to respond to an emergency. What the heck was going on in this station? She arrived at the Freighter Dock a short while later and found the injured security chief. There were a number of seemingly unconscious bodies lying around that didn't appear to belong to Starfleet.

Taja knelt by the Chelon's side and ran a quick medical scan, the patient had taken a couple of disruptor hits and was lucky to be alive. "We need to get you to sickbay and treat these wounds." She took out a hypospray of metorapan analgesic to alleviate the pain. "Can you walk?"

[J.B Dersch]

[ Lt. JG JB Dersch | Freighter Dock Four | Deputy Chief Sec/Tac ]

As Dersch marched into Freighter Dock Four, he was fully geared up with a rifle, a pistol, and a standard vest. His eyes scanned the area, and he quickly assessed the situation. He had given strict instructions to all the Sec/Tac officers to wear the vest and carry a pistol at all times unless explicitly stated otherwise. Dersch was a man of action, and he didn't take any chances when it came to security. As he walked further into the dock, he spotted Nira, a fellow officer, and nodded in acknowledgment. Aune was close behind, He seemed a bit snug in the vest, Dersch felt sorry for that, He also made a mental note to get a vest unique to him.

"Commander Said, We are here as Asked, What are we doing for the search?"

[Nira Said]

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œThank you, sir," replied the ensign to Savar's compliment. Charlotte did as ordered and, with Torra's help, restructured the beacon network only to find that some were missing from Freighter Dock Six. "œComputer, use stored frequency data to scan for missing crates." The woman bit her lower lip nervously as the crates could be anywhere, and it could take time for a thorough search. "œComputer, scan the station and planetary system for that specific frequency. Use beacon and crate dimensions as a reference point to enhance search." Fawkes shook her head, believing the crates were long gone, but she remained silent. If luck were on their side, whoever stole them would still be in the area.

"œFrequencies matching specified search found on Ciden IV within one kilometer of the Oaish'le settlement."

Surprised but relieved, Fawkes nodded in gratitude. "œThank you, Computer." She then directed her attention to Savar and Adams as the lost crates were added to the network. "œLieutenant, you said the crates held drugs and weapons. What type of drugs did you mean "" recreational or something else?"

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

Torra could feel the Vulcan science officer hovering at her back trying to look over the screen, seemingly not trusting her statement of what was found.  His peering over her shoulder, made her feel uncomfortable, so she shifted a step to the side so he could get a better view of the screen.  Savar's statement that the lifesigns were mostly Romulan and Orion didn't need a response back.   So while Savar reported the lifesigns to the Security Chief, Torra moved back to the console and turned her attention to helping Charlotte with the networking.

She was a little mollified when after his call Savar began to assist rather than just ordering them to do the work.

Between the three of them the work was done quickly and soon Charlotte was able to query the Computer and receive a not so surprising answer.  The crates were on the planet close to the Romulan settlement.

By seniority, Torra should have called it in, however, she hesitated - since Nira had obviously implied to Savar that he was in charge of this investigation - why else would the Vulcan order her about like an ensign earlier?   It was clear to the Grazerite that Nira trusted the Vulcan more in this situation, so Torra decided to leave it to him report the information the Commander.   Afterwards she hoped to be able to return to station proper up in Ops Command.

Torra's somewhat self-pitying thoughts were interrupted when Ensign Fawkes asked about the contents of the crates.
She looked to the Ensign, curious about the reason for her question, but answered openly.

"It varied by crate.  Some were purely medicinal, such as vaccines against serious illnesses like Rigelian-fever. Others were more known for their recreational use, though they too also have their medicinal purposes as analgesics.  Opioids mostly.  Why do you ask?" Torra wondered aloud.

A short while later, Torra and Savar were contacted.

Torra tapped her comm badge to acknowledge the orders.    "Yes, Commander, right away.."

She looked to Ensign Fawkes and dipped her head slightly.  "Thank you for all your help, Ensign.  I hope I didn't disturb your task of unpacking too much."

The Grazerite then turned to head out leaving Savar, the science officer's Chief, to instruct the woman on any follow-up task needed.

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œI was curious," Fawkes said with a shrug. "œI was engaged to a former smuggler "" long story. She didn't get involved in politics if she could help it, and drugs, be they medical, stims, or enchantments plus weapons, usually meant terrorists." Charlotte did not elaborate further on her betrothed, but the shell game the smugglers played puzzled her. "œI'm sure there is a logical explanation, but if the contents of these crates were meant for resale, why not transport them to the outskirts of Oaish'le and not a ship? Unless the Romulan settlement was the intended destination."

Fawkes chuckled at herself and returned to the network, keen on keeping an eye on the stash of weapons and pharmaceuticals. "œI'm either way off base or telling you something you already know. Either way, it was good working with you again, Lieutenant." The ensign nodded to the Grazerite and the Vulcan before giving her full attention to the network.

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]

Prior to being called away by Nira, Torra listened to the science officer explain about her former fiancÁ©e - a smuggler.   The Grazerite found it a bit amusing that of all things - THAT - was the shared thing between them.

She smiled softly to Charlotte.  "My husband was once a smuggler as well." Torra offered, then her smile dimmed.   "He could be one again, I suppose... though I hope not."

[{NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

"I concur that it varies," said Savar, while Ensign Fawkes conferred first with Torra. "However, I would hardly call the narcotics Snakeleaf and Splinter medicinal. More likely as illicit recreational drugs. Same with the Terran opium."

Savar had to raise an eyebrow that both the women had relationships - Torra a married one in particular - with smugglers. "That would explain Commander Addams's ship, the Martha. Of course, judging from our First Officers' reaction to Mister Cloten and the smuggling activity so far, I concur he doesn't go back to his smuggling ways. Of course..."

He paused momentarily before he continued, "It's just, Lieutenant...I have worked with Commander Said since she became First Officer of the Challenger. She may come across as hard and stern, but she's still the same Nira Said she is. I feel she has to be hard and firm, especially with these criminal elements. How she knows this Cloten is a story either I or she can tell you at another time..."

[Sickbay > Freighter Dock]

"Acknowledged, on my way." Taja grabbed her medical kit and for the second time today, she was out on call to respond to an emergency. What the heck was going on in this station? She arrived at the Freighter Dock a short while later and found the injured security chief. There were a number of seemingly unconscious bodies lying around that didn't appear to belong to Starfleet.

Taja knelt by the Chelon's side and ran a quick medical scan, the patient had taken a couple of disruptor hits and was lucky to be alive. "We need to get you to sickbay and treat these wounds." She took out a hypospray of metorapan analgesic to alleviate the pain. "Can you walk?"

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon felt relieved that Doctor Grippen had arrived. He felt the hypospray and breathed in relief. At her question, he tried to rise, but collapsed down; his leg was useless.

"Ehh...not really," he said. "However..."

He rose again, but this time, he laid his rifle downward and made it into a crutch.

"Might have to be the best I can do. If I can't go far, I can always call for site-to-site transport, Doctor."