S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Stryker]

[Ensign Kela Nelois - Outpost Solaere Main Ops]

He was about to turn to another task when he heard the hiss of the doors opening and his XO and a few security officers bring in a man. The emotions were strong, anger, apprehension, triumph. Analysing it in his mind made him feel it wasn't wise to speak up and so simply pressed a button letting his Commanding Officer know that the Commander had arrived with a Romulan. Before turning back to his work.
Kela saw the transfer order on his ops console and after confirming with the Chief of Security quickly found some rooms close to security but small and with only minimal services. He forwarded the rooms to security as a possible place to put prisoners temporarily in case of overflow also informing them he can cut whatever services they'll need. Eventually finding himself with a free moment he took advantage of it and quickly went to a replicator to make some coffee and a sandwich before sitting back down at his desk and getting back to work...

[lt. Sven Aune | Promenade |  Outpost Solaere]

"Acknowledge." Sven responded to the Ops technician. That was one problem solved. In the moment that he was returning the call, he noticed that one of the detainees slipped away. He felt his blood boil once again. This day was turning out to be a total shit fest. First getting literally blindsided by a some ops personnel with horns interfering with him doing his job. He would have coffee with her and try and figure out what on Earth compelled her to do that and protect a known criminal from the natural consequences of the life of crime that they actively chose.

And now he lost an underling.

The large man looked about. It didn't matter. The snake had slithered away into the grass made up of a living crowd.

"Lieutenant Aune to Ops. I lost a detainee. Need eyes, and security one lockdown on the Promenade, along with one deck up and down. Track any access to station services, no matter how basic it is."

He pressed his com badge again.

Aune to security, we need a sweep on the promenade. Romulan male, hair black. Wearing a black tunic, with shorts. Considered highly dangerous.

He frog marched the other to a barebones room, and locked him in.

[J.B Dersch]

[lt. Sven Aune | Promenade |  Outpost Solaere]

"Acknowledge." Sven responded to the Ops technician. That was one problem solved. In the moment that he was returning the call, he noticed that one of the detainees slipped away. He felt his blood boil once again. This day was turning out to be a total shit fest. First getting literally blindsided by a some ops personnel with horns interfering with him doing his job. He would have coffee with her and try and figure out what on Earth compelled her to do that and protect a known criminal from the natural consequences of the life of crime that they actively chose.

And now he lost an underling.

The large man looked about. It didn't matter. The snake had slithered away into the grass made up of a living crowd.

"Lieutenant Aune to Ops. I lost a detainee. Need eyes, and security one lockdown on the Promenade, along with one deck up and down. Track any access to station services, no matter how basic it is."

He pressed his com badge again.

Aune to security, we need a sweep on the promenade. Romulan male, hair black. Wearing a black tunic, with shorts. Considered highly dangerous.

He frog marched the other to a barebones room, and locked him in.

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

Aune to security, we need a sweep on the promenade. Romulan male, hair black. Wearing a black tunic, with shorts. Considered highly dangerous.

You F******g Kidding me!.  Dersch Aune, Last Known Location of the offender?"

He then looked to T'kal. "I need you to get your crew off faster, We have a problem"

[Kela Nelois]

[lt. Sven Aune | Promenade |  Outpost Solaere]

"Acknowledge." Sven responded to the Ops technician. That was one problem solved. In the moment that he was returning the call, he noticed that one of the detainees slipped away. He felt his blood boil once again. This day was turning out to be a total shit fest. First getting literally blindsided by a some ops personnel with horns interfering with him doing his job. He would have coffee with her and try and figure out what on Earth compelled her to do that and protect a known criminal from the natural consequences of the life of crime that they actively chose.

And now he lost an underling.

The large man looked about. It didn't matter. The snake had slithered away into the grass made up of a living crowd.

"Lieutenant Aune to Ops. I lost a detainee. Need eyes, and security one lockdown on the Promenade, along with one deck up and down. Track any access to station services, no matter how basic it is."

He pressed his com badge again.

Aune to security, we need a sweep on the promenade. Romulan male, hair black. Wearing a black tunic, with shorts. Considered highly dangerous.

He frog marched the other to a barebones room, and locked him in.

[Ensign Nelois - Main ops]

"Acknowledged Lieutenant, initiating level one lockdown" Kela frowned a little as he tapped a few buttons and the lockdown went into effect. Losing a prisoner was a pretty big mistake. He knew if something like that happened back when he was with intelligence there would've been immediate reprimand. But he tried to keep his judgements to himself. This station was still getting on its feet and it was a different environment. For now he monitored the cameras. Level one lockdown didn't give out any alarms or restrict movement but it allowed both operations and security to better monitor and track those who leave and exit. If they find something suspicious they can track it without causing a panic.

He took a sip of his coffee, and frowned some more, with all the security personel away offloading T'kal it was just Aune down there on the promenade. How was he and Aune supposed to catch this person if it'd be a few minutes before they could do their sweep? He simply shook his head. Hopefully such inefficiencies could be handled in the future...

"Nelois to Aune. I just got an attempted console access. It seems they were trying to make a communication. The lockout kept them out and I am sending you the location." he tapped a button sending the data to the Lieutenant. He sat back and scratched his beard a little. Hopefully they could get the prisoner before he managed to get away. Or security could get their priorities in order...

[Feeva Drylo]

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva heard Dr. Grippen's voice.

I'm here, we have a new patient. Chief Rabolon. Multiple disruptor wounds...Don't worry, Chief. We'll have you fixed up in no time. Just relax.

Feeva nodded, and grabbed a hypospray gun and her tricorder. "I can assist if you need me," she said. "Otherwise, back to triage," she said. She was tired. She hoped that Leena would behave later; she was too tired to argue with a four year old today.

She bent over the Chief. "Hello, Feeva Drylo, counselor. I promise you'll feel better in a moment," she said. She looked at Taja. "He's radiating pain from his left leg," she said. "Shall I dispense the hypospray?"

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Deck One - Operations Center]

[Main Ops]

Going back into the Central hub, she noted that a lot more people had come in while she was in the office. Nodding to the Operations Ensign at the station whose name she hadn't gotten yet, she gave him a nod in thanks for sorting out their already rather full Brig situation as Nira explained the situation with this Romulan who they brought in;  Praetor Domitian.

"œI'm surprised you're here as well, Praetor. It seems like we've got a lot of people here trying to get unclaimed baggage today. "œ She said trying to add a bit of lightness to the situation, keeping an eye on the guy.  "œI will say, I'm disappointed in your decision to go into crime and use our base for stashing your stuff, especially given you are or were a leader for your people for which we are planning on helping."

Torra played the role of security as she maintained a firm hold of the Romulan elder as the Commander addressed him.

Her attention however quickly turned to the Ops station where things were happening.

[Ensign Nelois - Main ops]

"Acknowledged Lieutenant, initiating level one lockdown" Kela frowned a little as he tapped a few buttons and the lockdown went into effect. Losing a prisoner was a pretty big mistake. He knew if something like that happened back when he was with intelligence there would've been immediate reprimand. But he tried to keep his judgements to himself. This station was still getting on its feet and it was a different environment. For now he monitored the cameras. Level one lockdown didn't give out any alarms or restrict movement but it allowed both operations and security to better monitor and track those who leave and exit. If they find something suspicious they can track it without causing a panic.

He took a sip of his coffee, and frowned some more, with all the security personel away offloading T'kal it was just Aune down there on the promenade. How was he and Aune supposed to catch this person if it'd be a few minutes before they could do their sweep? He simply shook his head. Hopefully such inefficiencies could be handled in the future...

"Nelois to Aune. I just got an attempted console access. It seems they were trying to make a communication. The lockout kept them out and I am sending you the location." he tapped a button sending the data to the Lieutenant. He sat back and scratched his beard a little. Hopefully they could get the prisoner before he managed to get away. Or security could get their priorities in order...

An escaped prisoner was not a good thing. Torra though was grateful that her junior - Nelois - had things well in hand.  She watched him peripherally as she waited for orders on what to do with the Praetor.

[Nira Said]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Docking Ring Four - Romulan Freighter >>  Turbolift >>  Deck One - Operations Center]

Torra kept alert as escorted the captive Romulan towards the turbolift.  She dutifully nodded at Nira's order to look over some details which Nira was typing onto a PADD.  The Grazerite recognized that whatever it was, Nira didn't want it said in front of the Romulan.   When she was handed the PADD as they stepped into the turbolift, Torra  released her grip on the old and took a step behind him so that as she read the PADD he would still be in her sights.  She assumed Nira would also be watchful of their captive.

From the first sentence Torra realized this was personal message of apology for Nira's behaviour.  The Grazerite was surprised but also rather relieved.  Given the speed of the lift Torra didn't have time to read the entire message but she skimmed and at the end she glanced over towards her friend.   She noted the soft apologetic expression which Torra answered with a gentle nod of her own. Of course, Torra would forgive her best friend - and when it was more appropriate, Torra would speak to Nira and try helping her in letting go of the anger.

As the neared the top, Torra cleared the message from the PADD and handed it back, before resuming her place at the Romulan's side holding onto his bicep firmly.  When the lift doors opened, the Grazerite ushered the elderly Romulan out and off to the side, where he would not have good view of any of the Ops consoles.

Torra had left her Ops station nearly 4 hours ago filling the role of security to escort out the three disgruntled civilian leaders; now she was returning with yet another under her guard - this time a Romulan.  If it wasn't for the fact that she'd met a new friend, she might have thought was a rather bad day.

The Grazerite looked over towards her station and was glad to see that Ensign Nelois was the one that. had been assigned to fill her spot.  From his personnel file, Torra knew he was the most capable Ops officer in her department.  He had more years of experience than she'd been alive!  Civilian experience... but experience nonetheless.

She smiled slight towards him at hearing his call for Commander Garrison.

Torra remained alert while Nira updated Commander Garrison on who their captive was.

Nira choice of words seemed intentionally instigating, especially when she used the term 'so-called' to describe the Romulan's empire.  Nira had struck a nerve with that, to the point that the Romulan reacted and glanced to both Nira and herself with a cold glare.   After a moment Torra noted that the Nira an he had locked eyes; so the Grazerite, at his side gave his arm a slight tug to draw his attention away from the Commander.  "Eyes forward." she ordered firmly.

[Main Ops]

Going back into the Central hub, she noted that a lot more people had come in while she was in the office. Nodding to the Operations Ensign at the station whose name she hadn't gotten yet, she gave him a nod in thanks for sorting out their already rather full Brig situation as Nira explained the situation with this Romulan who they brought in;  Praetor Domitian.

"œI'm surprised you're here as well, Praetor. It seems like we've got a lot of people here trying to get unclaimed baggage today. "œ She said trying to add a bit of lightness to the situation, keeping an eye on the guy.  "œI will say, I'm disappointed in your decision to go into crime and use our base for stashing your stuff, especially given you are or were a leader for your people for which we are planning on helping."

[Commander Nira Said |  Ops |  Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Domitian only made eyes forward when he saw Kinley approach and talk to her. Nira could see him look back and forth between the two women, his expression more analytical. From the sneer he had when looking at Kinley, Nira can see why: This was a warrior, knew Nira was a warrior herself, and from his once-over at Kinley, this wasn't a warrior he was looking at. Her words all the more made Domitian a fireball of disdain, disdain Nira was feeling strongly.

"You must not know me as well as you think...Commander," said Domitian, his smooth unctuous voice so neutral he'd look like a Vulcan, but the disdain could be made out in his undertone, almost like he was a disgruntled cobra. "Firstly, I am not with the Romulan Free State. I am a Praetor of the New Romulan Empire, which I and three other Praetors had reassmbled together with our factions. We are not affiliated with the Federation as the traitors in the Free State do.

"Secondly, I was already a criminal to begin with. I will spare the life story, but suffice it to say, I had spent a hundred years exiled in the Pits of Remus. I was only brought out to assist the Remans, and thus the Romulans, in the war against the Dominion. I never went home with the troops, however, and the Orion Syndicate welcomed me and gave me sanctuary. And through the Syndicate was how I siezed power over one Romulan faction after Hobus destroyed Romulus and Remus, and made myself Praetor to preserve the cultural title now that the Star Empire had been decimated."

A hundred years? In Remus? That would explain how pale he is, thought Nira to herself.

"I find it hard to believe you fought the Dominion during the War almost thirty years ago," said Nira scornfully, "when you and your fellow Praetors declared to the Challenger that you were aligned with the Changelings...and the Borg."

"The Romulans primarily used the Remans as fodder, attack dogs," sneered Domitian. "Any criminals like me were expected to be dogs along with them, but I was smarter than that. I played the part well. If anything, I was well and truly against the Federation, and the Dominion intrigued me. Plenty followers from Remus joined me in hiding. Some preferred to return to their territory instead, like Shinzon; he, too, also fought in the war."

"So you were fine hiding Dominion anything - technology, weapons, personnel - among your criminal cells and later into your warlord territories?"

"I won't say yes and I won't say no, Commander," leered Domitian. "I won't deny I'm giving refuge to Dominion troopers and technicians as the Syndicate did to me, but I'm not going to give full details, now can I? Rather like your so-called friends in the Federation Colony."

Nira flinched at his repeating her choice of word regarding the New Romulan Empire back. She stared hard at him but trusted herself not to retaliate. Domitian saw the gesture and leered in a taunting way before looking disdainfully back at Kinley; the one warrior regarding the other, the former a cold snake of dark burrows, the latter an angry desert wolf. And while he didn't name names, he was certainly confirming that there's a corrupting influence, particularly on the administrators they had just met. But then, came the call from Stryker.

"Lieutenant Aune to Ops. I lost a detainee. Need eyes, and security one lockdown on the Promenade, along with one deck up and down. Track any access to station services, no matter how basic it is."

[Ensign Nelois - Main ops]

"Acknowledged Lieutenant, initiating level one lockdown" Kela frowned a little as he tapped a few buttons and the lockdown went into effect. Losing a prisoner was a pretty big mistake. He knew if something like that happened back when he was with intelligence there would've been immediate reprimand. But he tried to keep his judgements to himself. This station was still getting on its feet and it was a different environment. For now he monitored the cameras. Level one lockdown didn't give out any alarms or restrict movement but it allowed both operations and security to better monitor and track those who leave and exit. If they find something suspicious they can track it without causing a panic.

He took a sip of his coffee, and frowned some more, with all the security personel away offloading T'kal it was just Aune down there on the promenade. How was he and Aune supposed to catch this person if it'd be a few minutes before they could do their sweep? He simply shook his head. Hopefully such inefficiencies could be handled in the future...

"Nelois to Aune. I just got an attempted console access. It seems they were trying to make a communication. The lockout kept them out and I am sending you the location." he tapped a button sending the data to the Lieutenant. He sat back and scratched his beard a little. Hopefully they could get the prisoner before he managed to get away. Or security could get their priorities in order...

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Deck One - Operations Center]

Torra played the role of security as she maintained a firm hold of the Romulan elder as the Commander addressed him.

Her attention however quickly turned to the Ops station where things were happening.

An escaped prisoner was not a good thing. Torra though was grateful that her junior - Nelois - had things well in hand.  She watched him peripherally as she waited for orders on what to do with the Praetor.

"SO...is somebody from your entourage trying to rescue you?" asked Nira once the reports had been made, especially from the new Ops man, Nelois. "Or trying to finish the work you did with your crates?"

"They're not my crates personally to begin with," said Domitian smoothly. "Varied members of the Syndicate have been stashing crates on the station since the outbreak of the war with the Dominion. I'm only one of many who know about it. As to what my man is going to do...you will have to see," he added infuriatingly.

[Nira Said]

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

Aune to security, we need a sweep on the promenade. Romulan male, hair black. Wearing a black tunic, with shorts. Considered highly dangerous.

You F******g Kidding me!.  Dersch Aune, Last Known Location of the offender?"

He then looked to T'kal. "I need you to get your crew off faster, We have a problem"

[MEANWHILE...]

[Backrooms | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Domitian's man had to be aware that any unauthorized access would mean an instant lockout. Fortunately for him, he had his frequency prepared in advance before he logged in, just from a simple chip insert. It can simply access the communications array and send a signal through a particular Syndicate frequency, one directed to the closest thing that's affiliated with Domitian, given his territory in the New Romulan Empire's is closer than Nakir's or Hakul's.

He made his access and the signal was away, a mere nanosecond before he was locked out. Now all was done was to wait. He didn't care if he was re-arrested by the human who would easily pass for a ridgeless twenty-third century Klingon. He did what he set out to do.

He returned to the Promenade and mingled just as lockdown began. People were looking anxiously, and the man did his best to look equally worried, but he stood out nonetheless...

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

"Mister Dersch, my thanks," she said. "And I admire how you kept a cool head against Domitian. He's not a man to be trifled with, and it takes a brave man to stand up against him. And Mister Aune, amazing at how you caught him by surprise, not many can surprise him like that, I was expecting him to fight back; he's a dangerous man who had lived in exile in the darkness of Remus, he would be exceptionally strong..."

Dersch nodded at T'Kal. "I have been in badder situations than this, Before Starfleet I ran a Secuirty Ship, So I have been in bigger piles of sh** than this." Dersch watched as more Secuirty showed up.

"We need to get the Crew of the ship off and too Ops, For safety" Dersch ordered quickly.

Then he went back to T'Kal. "Let that Pale Basterd try something, I have had my nerves pushed too far today, Damn Simple Rundowmn turns into a damn Possible Starfleet officers committing treason, then Romulans coming back working for a Pirate sh((" Dersch sighed.

"T'Kal, Is there anything we should be aware of, Any more Hostiles on board? Emenys that would want to cut us, Shoot us, Murder us?" Dersch asked. He wanted to know if he should hunt.

[ {NPC} Subcommander T'Kal |  Ops | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Between chatting with Mister Dersch and watching with her crew as the senior officers interrogated Domitian, T'Kal felt a tad distracted, but she was able to focus.

"Not that we're aware, but any underling of Domitian's, Orion or otherwise, they're dangerous..."

She looked back at Garrison and Said interrogating Domitian. She wasn't sure how they'll handle him, snake as he is. Said was more of a warrior, somebody Domitian could respect, but Domitian had more than a century and a half's worth of experience on him. As for Garrison? Domitian would eat her for breakfast if he could, even if he wasn't a Reman.

At the news of one of Domitian's men loose, T'Kal stiffened, and the rest of the crew looked on with worry; one of Domitian's men on the loose, only a Changeling would be worse.

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

"œUnderstood, Lieutenant. One moment." While monitoring the beacon network, Charlotte selected the crates through the console and scanned for the contents. With all the fuss, she expected more weapons or possibly explosives. Instead, Fawkes received an unexpected surprise. "œAlcohol, Lt. Savar. It seems the Romulans have taken up the old Earth custom of bootlegging, though there's not much that I would call illegal. It's mostly Romulan ale."

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

After a preliminary analysis, Savar heard Fawkes' report. He looked at the assessment.

"Mostly, indeed, and there would be no harm in the Romulan Ale, now that it's legalized," he said. "I don't know if they were drawn to the alcohol or just being random...however, it's not just Romulan Ale in the bootleg attempt; I read almost a dozen crates that don't consist of Romulan Ale: Six crates of Nimban Synth, three of Regalian Liquid Crystal and two of Enolan Spice Wine, and those are definitely illegal.

"What about the ones in New Jericho?" asked Savar. "Can you determine what are in those particular crates?"

[Nira Said]

[Sickbay]

Now back in sickbay, Taja had placed Chief of Security Rabolon on one of the primary biobeds to run further scans and begin his treatment. She heard Feeva return to after her lizard-errand and called her over, "I'm here, we have a new patient. Chief Rabolon. Multiple disruptor wounds."

With Rabolon still administered with sufficient painkiller, and appearing stable for the time being, Taja began to run scans of the chief's body to get the full extent of his injuries.

"Don't worry, Chief. We'll have you fixed up in no time. Just relax."

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva heard Dr. Grippen's voice.

Feeva nodded, and grabbed a hypospray gun and her tricorder. "I can assist if you need me," she said. "Otherwise, back to triage," she said. She was tired. She hoped that Leena would behave later; she was too tired to argue with a four year old today.

She bent over the Chief. "Hello, Feeva Drylo, counselor. I promise you'll feel better in a moment," she said. She looked at Taja. "He's radiating pain from his left leg," she said. "Shall I dispense the hypospray?"

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Main Patient Ward | Sickbay Facilities | Deck Fourteen | Outpost Solaere]

Multiple indeed, now that Rabolon looked at his injuries now that he was in the main patient ward. He had more wounds than he expected, and there were some burns and...was it his imagination, or did his lower leg have a disruptor blast so bad that it burned a hole clean through? No wonder he couldn't walk very well when he tried to walk a crutch. He nonetheless sat back and let the medical officers do their work.

Rabolon reflected he wasn't this seriously wounded since he was hatchling leaving his teens at the outbreak of the Dominion War, and he had spent the last four months of the war at Starfleet Medical, although the sound of Breen ships bombarding San Francisco made for a recurring nightmare, especially as the Breen weapons damn near hit Medical. Now here he was back in a medical facility, the memory of the Breen bombardment vivid in his memory, but he was older and wiser, and he knew to relax...

[Kela Nelois]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Deck One - Operations Center]

Torra played the role of security as she maintained a firm hold of the Romulan elder as the Commander addressed him.

Her attention however quickly turned to the Ops station where things were happening.

An escaped prisoner was not a good thing. Torra though was grateful that her junior - Nelois - had things well in hand.  She watched him peripherally as she waited for orders on what to do with the Praetor.

[Ensign Nelois - Main Ops]
Kela could feel the Lieutenant having her attention on him. It made sense, she was his superior after all. He felt good though that he had enough trust in his short time here to handle things. Of course he was more then capable and tracking down some low-life criminal but still, it felt good.

[MEANWHILE...]

[Backrooms | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Domitian's man had to be aware that any unauthorized access would mean an instant lockout. Fortunately for him, he had his frequency prepared in advance before he logged in, just from a simple chip insert. It can simply access the communications array and send a signal through a particular Syndicate frequency, one directed to the closest thing that's affiliated with Domitian, given his territory in the New Romulan Empire's is closer than Nakir's or Hakul's.

He made his access and the signal was away, a mere nanosecond before he was locked out. Now all was done was to wait. He didn't care if he was re-arrested by the human who would easily pass for a ridgeless twenty-third century Klingon. He did what he set out to do.

He returned to the Promenade and mingled just as lockdown began. People were looking anxiously, and the man did his best to look equally worried, but he stood out nonetheless...

Kela saw an alert flash, and confused at what it could be swore under his breath and quickly tried to stop the signal but it was too late. He cursed himself, he trusted Starfleet technology too much and should've been more aware of the situation. Of course its illogical to asssume even technology as this would work perfectly. He set down his coffee and taking a sigh he tried to trace the signal. He was still familiarizing himself with Starfleet consoles though, their layout is very different to his native Betazed technology and it took him longer then normal to try and figure it out.

He could feel his emotions starting to grow and took a calming breath. A common fault of his to get too upset when things didn't go perfectly right. He was annoyed at himself for being complacent, security for not making sure the station was properly staffed, and the low-life criminal who managed to slip a message through him. He took a glance to Commander Said, as another Betazoid he kept his emotions and thoughts to himself. No way would he give a glimpse of his thoughts to anyone.

[ {NPC} Subcommander T'Kal |  Ops | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Between chatting with Mister Dersch and watching with her crew as the senior officers interrogated Domitian, T'Kal felt a tad distracted, but she was able to focus.

"Not that we're aware, but any underling of Domitian's, Orion or otherwise, they're dangerous..."

She looked back at Garrison and Said interrogating Domitian. She wasn't sure how they'll handle him, snake as he is. Said was more of a warrior, somebody Domitian could respect, but Domitian had more than a century and a half's worth of experience on him. As for Garrison? Domitian would eat her for breakfast if he could, even if he wasn't a Reman.

At the news of one of Domitian's men loose, T'Kal stiffened, and the rest of the crew looked on with worry; one of Domitian's men on the loose, only a Changeling would be worse.

Kela stood up from his console, "Commander-Commanders" he quickly corrected nodding to both Commander Garrison and Commander Said. "Perchance I could lend a hand on the promenade and assist Lieutenant Aune on his hunt for this criminal." Despite his opinions he knew letting that message get sent was his fault, maybe that was the real reason for his anger. So he wanted to take a more personal hand in rectifying his mistake and make sure the station wouldn't become compromised. Especially if this man was as dangerous as the Vulcan said he was...

[Stryker]

[MEANWHILE...]

[Backrooms | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Domitian's man had to be aware that any unauthorized access would mean an instant lockout. Fortunately for him, he had his frequency prepared in advance before he logged in, just from a simple chip insert. It can simply access the communications array and send a signal through a particular Syndicate frequency, one directed to the closest thing that's affiliated with Domitian, given his territory in the New Romulan Empire's is closer than Nakir's or Hakul's.

He made his access and the signal was away, a mere nanosecond before he was locked out. Now all was done was to wait. He didn't care if he was re-arrested by the human who would easily pass for a ridgeless twenty-third century Klingon. He did what he set out to do.

He returned to the Promenade and mingled just as lockdown began. People were looking anxiously, and the man did his best to look equally worried, but he stood out nonetheless...

[ lt. Sven Aune | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Sven still didn't know names yet. He had secured one of the top king-pin guards in a bare bones room that had been set up as a make shift security cell. He pointed to an ensign security guard, "œYou." he growled, "œGuard this room."

The ensign nodded.

He was still annoyed, shirtless, and ready to hunt. He took off back into the Promenade. It had begun to thin out as the lock down took effect. This time he stuck more to the shadows, as if he hunting deer, or an elk, or a criminal. He retraced his steps to the location where the man slipped away. Then he started triangulating a position when he had received the notification from ops with the help of a terminal access. He put his combat engineer skills to use and called up routine transmission circuits. He quickly traced back and got a location as to where the transmission was made. He would not go back there as the crook would have eyes on that place. But the logical location"¦. He found it on a map of a station.

The huge man made himself relatively inconspicuous. Part of having run security on the Athena, and having been a combat engineer during the dominion war.

He kept to the shadows.

The he saw him.

Aune crept around to the side, and a moment later he placed a large hand on the worried looking man's shoulder from behind. Leveraging his strength, the criminal was on the floor, hands behind his back again, but this time, in Aune's powerful grip.

Aune to ops. Two to transport to detainee holding room two. Set a level 2 force-field around that room the moment we are there and initiate maximum security lockdown for that room." 

He wasn't going to get away again. Or so help God, there would be hell to pay.
This guy wasn't going to slip away again.

[Charlotte Fawkes]

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

After a preliminary analysis, Savar heard Fawkes' report. He looked at the assessment.

"Mostly, indeed, and there would be no harm in the Romulan Ale, now that it's legalized," he said. "I don't know if they were drawn to the alcohol or just being random...however, it's not just Romulan Ale in the bootleg attempt; I read almost a dozen crates that don't consist of Romulan Ale: Six crates of Nimban Synth, three of Regalian Liquid Crystal and two of Enolan Spice Wine, and those are definitely illegal.

"What about the ones in New Jericho?" asked Savar. "Can you determine what are in those particular crates?"

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

"œI will adjust the scanner and try again." Once adjustments were complete, Fawkes scanned the crates from New Jericho per Savar's request. Each crate in the network was identified and examined. What Fawkes found was worrisome. "œ75% of the crates contain various weapons, including Varon-T disruptors. The other 25% contain recreational drugs of various forms such as opioids and hallucinogens." Fawkes itemized the contents of the New Jericho crates before sending the final analysis to Lt. Savar.

[Kela Nelois]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Sven still didn't know names yet. He had secured one of the top king-pin guards in a bare bones room that had been set up as a make shift security cell. He pointed to an ensign security guard, "œYou." he growled, "œGuard this room."

The ensign nodded.

He was still annoyed, shirtless, and ready to hunt. He took off back into the Promenade. It had begun to thin out as the lock down took effect. This time he stuck more to the shadows, as if he hunting deer, or an elk, or a criminal. He retraced his steps to the location where the man slipped away. Then he started triangulating a position when he had received the notification from ops with the help of a terminal access. He put his combat engineer skills to use and called up routine transmission circuits. He quickly traced back and got a location as to where the transmission was made. He would not go back there as the crook would have eyes on that place. But the logical location"¦. He found it on a map of a station.

The huge man made himself relatively inconspicuous. Part of having run security on the Athena, and having been a combat engineer during the dominion war.

He kept to the shadows.

The he saw him.

Aune crept around to the side, and a moment later he placed a large hand on the worried looking man's shoulder from behind. Leveraging his strength, the criminal was on the floor, hands behind his back again, but this time, in Aune's powerful grip.

Aune to ops. Two to transport to detainee holding room two. Set a level 2 force-field around that room the moment we are there and initiate maximum security lockdown for that room." 

He wasn't going to get away again. Or so help God, there would be hell to pay.
This guy wasn't going to slip away again.

[Ensign Nelois - Main Ops]

Kela gave a silent sigh of relief hearing Lt. Aune call him. He quickly gave the internal transports the locations and a moment later Aune and the prisoner would find themselves in the holding cell. A force-field up moments later. If Kela was calmer he probably would've commented how a maximum security lockdown may be a little overkill but he wanted this man put down probably as much as Aune did and while he wasn't a security officer operations had a lot of freedom on station management and a minute later the lockdown was in effect. Pretty much only the senior officers and security would be able to get in or out.

Sitting back he still hoped his commanding officers would allow him to go down there with Lt. Aune. His time in intelligence gave him some interrogating skills and his emotions were still flowing. He was no Suder but he wanted to feel a little more in control of the situation to calm down despite its apparent resolution. But he could still understand if they wanted him to remain at ops.

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Deck One - Operations Center]

[Commander Nira Said |  Ops |  Deck One | Outpost Solaere]
Domitian only made eyes forward when he saw Kinley approach and talk to her. Nira could see him look back and forth between the two women, his expression more analytical. From the sneer he had when looking at Kinley, Nira can see why: This was a warrior, knew Nira was a warrior herself, and from his once-over at Kinley, this wasn't a warrior he was looking at. Her words all the more made Domitian a fireball of disdain, disdain Nira was feeling strongly.

[...]

Nira flinched at his repeating her choice of word regarding the New Romulan Empire back. She stared hard at him but trusted herself not to retaliate. Domitian saw the gesture and leered in a taunting way before looking disdainfully back at Kinley; the one warrior regarding the other, the former a cold snake of dark burrows, the latter an angry desert wolf. And while he didn't name names, he was certainly confirming that there's a corrupting influence, particularly on the administrators they had just met. But then, came the call from Stryker."SO...is somebody from your entourage trying to rescue you?" asked Nira once the reports had been made, especially from the new Ops man, Nelois. "Or trying to finish the work you did with your crates?"

"They're not my crates personally to begin with," said Domitian smoothly. "Varied members of the Syndicate have been stashing crates on the station since the outbreak of the war with the Dominion. I'm only one of many who know about it. As to what my man is going to do...you will have to see," he added infuriatingly.

Torra frowned as this interrogation was happening just off the center of Ops and without the captive Romulan been  having been read his rights or offered legal counsel.  None of this would stand up in a Federation court if he denied the allegations later.  Still it was amazing to Torra that the Praetor was so brazen to admit to all this openly - like a villainous monologue.

[Ensign Nelois - Main Ops]
Kela could feel the Lieutenant having her attention on him. It made sense, she was his superior after all. He felt good though that he had enough trust in his short time here to handle things. Of course he was more then capable and tracking down some low-life criminal but still, it felt good.

Kela saw an alert flash, and confused at what it could be swore under his breath and quickly tried to stop the signal but it was too late. He cursed himself, he trusted Starfleet technology too much and should've been more aware of the situation. Of course its illogical to asssume even technology as this would work perfectly. He set down his coffee and taking a sigh he tried to trace the signal. He was still familiarizing himself with Starfleet consoles though, their layout is very different to his native Betazed technology and it took him longer then normal to try and figure it out.

He could feel his emotions starting to grow and took a calming breath. A common fault of his to get too upset when things didn't go perfectly right. He was annoyed at himself for being complacent, security for not making sure the station was properly staffed, and the low-life criminal who managed to slip a message through him. He took a glance to Commander Said, as another Betazoid he kept his emotions and thoughts to himself. No way would he give a glimpse of his thoughts to anyone.

Kela stood up from his console, "Commander-Commanders" he quickly corrected nodding to both Commander Garrison and Commander Said. "Perchance I could lend a hand on the promenade and assist Lieutenant Aune on his hunt for this criminal." Despite his opinions he knew letting that message get sent was his fault, maybe that was the real reason for his anger. So he wanted to take a more personal hand in rectifying his mistake and make sure the station wouldn't become compromised. Especially if this man was as dangerous as the Vulcan said he was...

Given the day she was having, Torra let out a soft annoyed snort at hearing her junior's request.  It was a combination of things that prompted this not so typical display from the usually passive Grazerite.

First, was her own regret at having volunteered to step away from her duties 'for just a moment' to escort the civilian leaders off the station, assisting since Security was short staffed.  That had been hours ago and here she was still doing their work and not her own  Then there was the fact that Ensign Nelois completely ignored chain of command to ask this request not to her, his Department Head, but directly to the Commanders - when she was right there!  Lastly, Torra was of the belief that any search for the escaped individual would be best assisted from up here at Ops, where they had better access to corridor and door sensor logs.

She looked towards the Commanders, specifically Nira, since the First officer was in Torra direct chain of command.

"Commander Said.  I would prefer that you deny this request until I can return to my actual duties.  Ops is just as short staffed as Security and if another ensign has to be called down to replace Ensign Nelois so he can assist security on the promenade, then I won't have enough personnel to man tonight's shift without someone having to work a double shift."

[ lt. Sven Aune | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Aune to ops. Two to transport to detainee holding room two. Set a level 2 force-field around that room the moment we are there and initiate maximum security lockdown for that room." 

He wasn't going to get away again. Or so help God, there would be hell to pay.
This guy wasn't going to slip away again.

[Ensign Nelois - Main Ops]

Kela gave a silent sigh of relief hearing Lt. Aune call him. He quickly gave the internal transports the locations and a moment later Aune and the prisoner would find themselves in the holding cell. A force-field up moments later. If Kela was calmer he probably would've commented how a maximum security lockdown may be a little overkill but he wanted this man put down probably as much as Aune did and while he wasn't a security officer operations had a lot of freedom on station management and a minute later the lockdown was in effect. Pretty much only the senior officers and security would be able to get in or out.

Sitting back he still hoped his commanding officers would allow him to go down there with Lt. Aune. His time in intelligence gave him some interrogating skills and his emotions were still flowing. He was no Suder but he wanted to feel a little more in control of the situation to calm down despite its apparent resolution. But he could still understand if they wanted him to remain at ops.

No sooner had the Commander responded than Lieutenant Aune's call up to Ops made the whole matter moot.  He'd managed to find the escapee without assistance.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Ensign Nelois - Main Ops]
Kela could feel the Lieutenant having her attention on him. It made sense, she was his superior after all. He felt good though that he had enough trust in his short time here to handle things. Of course he was more then capable and tracking down some low-life criminal but still, it felt good.

Kela saw an alert flash, and confused at what it could be swore under his breath and quickly tried to stop the signal but it was too late. He cursed himself, he trusted Starfleet technology too much and should've been more aware of the situation. Of course its illogical to asssume even technology as this would work perfectly. He set down his coffee and taking a sigh he tried to trace the signal. He was still familiarizing himself with Starfleet consoles though, their layout is very different to his native Betazed technology and it took him longer then normal to try and figure it out.

He could feel his emotions starting to grow and took a calming breath. A common fault of his to get too upset when things didn't go perfectly right. He was annoyed at himself for being complacent, security for not making sure the station was properly staffed, and the low-life criminal who managed to slip a message through him. He took a glance to Commander Said, as another Betazoid he kept his emotions and thoughts to himself. No way would he give a glimpse of his thoughts to anyone.

Kela stood up from his console, "Commander-Commanders" he quickly corrected nodding to both Commander Garrison and Commander Said. "Perchance I could lend a hand on the promenade and assist Lieutenant Aune on his hunt for this criminal." Despite his opinions he knew letting that message get sent was his fault, maybe that was the real reason for his anger. So he wanted to take a more personal hand in rectifying his mistake and make sure the station wouldn't become compromised. Especially if this man was as dangerous as the Vulcan said he was...

[Commander Nira Said |  Ops |  Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Domitian only made eyes forward when he saw Kinley approach and talk to her. Nira could see him look back and forth between the two women, his expression more analytical. From the sneer he had when looking at Kinley, Nira can see why: This was a warrior, knew Nira was a warrior herself, and from his once-over at Kinley, this wasn't a warrior he was looking at. Her words all the more made Domitian a fireball of disdain, disdain Nira was feeling strongly.

"You must not know me as well as you think...Commander," said Domitian, his smooth unctuous voice so neutral he'd look like a Vulcan, but the disdain could be made out in his undertone, almost like he was a disgruntled cobra. "Firstly, I am not with the Romulan Free State. I am a Praetor of the New Romulan Empire, which I and three other Praetors had reassmbled together with our factions. We are not affiliated with the Federation as the traitors in the Free State do.

"Secondly, I was already a criminal to begin with. I will spare the life story, but suffice it to say, I had spent a hundred years exiled in the Pits of Remus. I was only brought out to assist the Remans, and thus the Romulans, in the war against the Dominion. I never went home with the troops, however, and the Orion Syndicate welcomed me and gave me sanctuary. And through the Syndicate was how I siezed power over one Romulan faction after Hobus destroyed Romulus and Remus, and made myself Praetor to preserve the cultural title now that the Star Empire had been decimated."

A hundred years? In Remus? That would explain how pale he is, thought Nira to herself.

"I find it hard to believe you fought the Dominion during the War almost thirty years ago," said Nira scornfully, "when you and your fellow Praetors declared to the Challenger that you were aligned with the Changelings...and the Borg."

"The Romulans primarily used the Remans as fodder, attack dogs," sneered Domitian. "Any criminals like me were expected to be dogs along with them, but I was smarter than that. I played the part well. If anything, I was well and truly against the Federation, and the Dominion intrigued me. Plenty followers from Remus joined me in hiding. Some preferred to return to their territory instead, like Shinzon; he, too, also fought in the war."

"So you were fine hiding Dominion anything - technology, weapons, personnel - among your criminal cells and later into your warlord territories?"

"I won't say yes and I won't say no, Commander," leered Domitian. "I won't deny I'm giving refuge to Dominion troopers and technicians as the Syndicate did to me, but I'm not going to give full details, now can I? Rather like your so-called friends in the Federation Colony."

Nira flinched at his repeating her choice of word regarding the New Romulan Empire back. She stared hard at him but trusted herself not to retaliate. Domitian saw the gesture and leered in a taunting way before looking disdainfully back at Kinley; the one warrior regarding the other, the former a cold snake of dark burrows, the latter an angry desert wolf. And while he didn't name names, he was certainly confirming that there's a corrupting influence, particularly on the administrators they had just met. But then, came the call from Stryker."SO...is somebody from your entourage trying to rescue you?" asked Nira once the reports had been made, especially from the new Ops man, Nelois. "Or trying to finish the work you did with your crates?"

"They're not my crates personally to begin with," said Domitian smoothly. "Varied members of the Syndicate have been stashing crates on the station since the outbreak of the war with the Dominion. I'm only one of many who know about it. As to what my man is going to do...you will have to see," he added infuriatingly.

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Deck One - Operations Center]

Torra frowned as this interrogation was happening just off the center of Ops and without the captive Romulan been  having been read his rights or offered legal counsel.  None of this would stand up in a Federation court if he denied the allegations later.  Still it was amazing to Torra that the Praetor was so brazen to admit to all this openly - like a villainous monologue.

Given the day she was having, Torra let out a soft annoyed snort at hearing her junior's request.  It was a combination of things that prompted this not so typical display from the usually passive Grazerite.

First, was her own regret at having volunteered to step away from her duties 'for just a moment' to escort the civilian leaders off the station, assisting since Security was short staffed.  That had been hours ago and here she was still doing their work and not her own  Then there was the fact that Ensign Nelois completely ignored chain of command to ask this request not to her, his Department Head, but directly to the Commanders - when she was right there!  Lastly, Torra was of the belief that any search for the escaped individual would be best assisted from up here at Ops, where they had better access to corridor and door sensor logs.

She looked towards the Commanders, specifically Nira, since the First officer was in Torra direct chain of command.

"Commander Said.  I would prefer that you deny this request until I can return to my actual duties.  Ops is just as short staffed as Security and if another ensign has to be called down to replace Ensign Nelois so he can assist security on the promenade, then I won't have enough personnel to man tonight's shift without someone having to work a double shift."

No sooner had the Commander responded than Lieutenant Aune's call up to Ops made the whole matter moot.  He'd managed to find the escapee without assistance.

[Main ops.}

She nodded as she heard the Praetor's remarks.  She could already hear the acid in his words and his dislike of her.  She was a scientist,  not a diplomat or a negotiator, after all.   She already had a lot of people that she had to protect and take care of.  And she really did not need another  diplomatic mess on her hands.  "œFair enough. Clearly, there's more things I need to know about this place and you first, but right now I will not stand by and have any more people infiltrating my station, which includes you and any of your co-conspirators. no one is getting any of this stuff. Period. "

She wasn't a judge or a JAG. She did not have those legal powers, and she most certainly didn't have the right to do so on the fly.   It seemed like he was implicating himself in a lot of potential crimes, but who knew what were lies and what were not?  And yet she was the one who had to make a hard decision here. Why me?

Not to mention his implications for the administrators they had also made enemies of. Add that to another thing they had to fix after this mess of a day.

She was going to give permission to Nelois when Torra reminded about the chain of command and the potential ramifications.  She was glad she hadn't had said anything at that moment.  However, it seemed like the co-conspirator was caught as well., thank goodness. "œHow much more secure can we make these two's cells? I really don't want them to escape before we can get them to justice. "œ she asked.
She was so ready for this day to be over.

[Dr Taja Grippen]

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva heard Dr. Grippen's voice.

Feeva nodded, and grabbed a hypospray gun and her tricorder. "I can assist if you need me," she said. "Otherwise, back to triage," she said. She was tired. She hoped that Leena would behave later; she was too tired to argue with a four year old today.

She bent over the Chief. "Hello, Feeva Drylo, counselor. I promise you'll feel better in a moment," she said. She looked at Taja. "He's radiating pain from his left leg," she said. "Shall I dispense the hypospray?"

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Main Patient Ward | Sickbay Facilities | Deck Fourteen | Outpost Solaere]

Multiple indeed, now that Rabolon looked at his injuries now that he was in the main patient ward. He had more wounds than he expected, and there were some burns and...was it his imagination, or did his lower leg have a disruptor blast so bad that it burned a hole clean through? No wonder he couldn't walk very well when he tried to walk a crutch. He nonetheless sat back and let the medical officers do their work.

Rabolon reflected he wasn't this seriously wounded since he was hatchling leaving his teens at the outbreak of the Dominion War, and he had spent the last four months of the war at Starfleet Medical, although the sound of Breen ships bombarding San Francisco made for a recurring nightmare, especially as the Breen weapons damn near hit Medical. Now here he was back in a medical facility, the memory of the Breen bombardment vivid in his memory, but he was older and wiser, and he knew to relax...

[Outpost Solaere, Deck XIV, Medical]

Taja turned to Feeva, "Always appreciated, yes please do. This wound on his lower leg has completely severed and cauterized his post tibial artery. Quite lucky it was a disruptor really, anything else he would likely have bled out in minutes. Our chief is going to require surgery to repair this and rehabilitation."

The doctor turned her attention back to Rabolon, "Chief, you've taken a nasty injury to your leg and we're going to have to fix it in surgery. I can keep you stable here for a while first if you need to take care of anything, I know all heck is breaking lose up there. But sooner the better we get this done."

She then turned back to Feeva, "How's theatre 1 looking? Can we get it prepped?"