S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Feeva Drylo]

Feeva was a bit surprised that she was going to be assisting with the surgery. She was a Counselor!! She knew basic triage, yes, and had a modicum of common sense, but still. It felt...like some kind of rule was being broken.

Alright, our job is to install a replacement post tibial artery and get blood flow back to the limb asap. We can't fix the whole leg with one surgery and it's likely he'll need to be shipped off to Starfleet medical for further work. Our main goal is to ensure he doesn't lose his foot. Alright, if we're all happy let's begin...

Fee glanced at the scans, and then nodded. "Looks fine to me, ma'am," she said. "What do you need me to do?"

Alright, Feeva. If you would kindly clamp it open and place the new tissue and hold it steady, I'll suture it up to the artery line.

Luckily, the redhead had had the foresight to bring a stool along, so she stepped up, clamped open the incision, and let out a breath "Yes, ma'am," she said. "How...long will it take?" She felt a little light headed. Would now be too late to tell Dr. Grippen that the sight of blood often made her vomit?

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

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

[Main Ops]

"œThank you Ensign"¦" She realised that she hadn't really gotten the man's name. Add that to another thing on the long list to do.

"œIndeed. That's a great idea, Torra. Any way we can increase our capacity with what we have will probably be for the best. Hopefully we won't have to use it in the future.." she  said as Nira corroberated her on that. "œPlease take the Praetor away. "œ

She nodded to Dersch to do so as he came in. "œSounds good. I really appreciate it. I think this may be the last of them." She nodded. This shakedown had shown that there were a lot of things that shook out for them. "œ  If you all could meet, once he's in the brig, I think we probably can run over the details  of the shakedown  now that I think the situation has been taken care of."

Even while Nira's agreement of her idea had pleased the Grazerite, Torra recognized that Commander Garrison's more praising comment elicited no such feeling.   Despite months of having worked together aboard the USS Revenant, Torra hadn't forgotten, nor forgiven, the Commander for her role in Frontier Day
Torra nodded at the Commander's request.  However, that didn't prevent her from doing her job to the best of her ability.  "Yes ma'am.  So if that a department head meeting or a debrief of all involved?" she asked for clarification before continuing on to in inquire about the time. "Does 1700hrs work for you?" Their shift ended at 1800.

[Ensign Nelois - Station Ops]

Kela didn't acknowledge the scowl, he was mentally a little drained from his near outburst. But he still had enough to mentally judge his commanding officer for such a scowl. When he heard that the Lieutenant was told she could retake her station Kela quickly finished his coffee and got up to allow her to retake her position. Normally as an operations officer he probably would've stayed on the bridge just at another station but with everything how it was he was glad when received new orders. Kela simply gave a slight bow and nodded his head, "Of course Lieutenant. I can make it down to engineering right away." not seeing a need for more words he turned around and professionally exited Ops towards engineering.

[Lt.JG JB Dersch | Deck 1 >>>>>>>>>>>> Secuirty Deck | Outpost Solaere]

As Dersch walked out he heard Torra.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Dersch."
Dersch smirked and gave a thumbs up as he walked out.

The thumb gesture that he gave her, Torra recognized and happily returned, though Dersch might not have noticed given how quickly he left with the Romulan.

Torra was grateful to be back at her console; preferring the duties of Operations over Security - without a doubt.  She watched Kela exit Ops.   Something about Kela's earlier request to assist Aune, had given Torra the impression that Kela might be looking for more action than was normally found in an Ops position.  She hoped she had just misread the Ensign's interest.

Turning back to her own work, Torra began by looking over the work logbook for the time that she'd been away.  She was immediately impressed by Kela's well kept notes and his seeming efficiency.  With work like this, if maintained consistently then she could easily see him rising through the ranks quickly.

Opening up her agenda screen, Torra organized the station's first meeting setting it up in the largest conference room given the large number of participants, sending out invites to each of the Department Heads, along with their seconds and those would had participated in one form or another in dealing with the cargo.

Soon people's inboxes were pinging with a message marked IMPORTANT - inviting them to the debrief.

[Lindsey]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Combat engineer | Makeshift Brig 2 (converted civilian quarters) | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

He stepped out the room, and stood in front of the indicated room. He was past done mucking about without command codes. He was a bunker-breaker back in the war, and he was going to put those skills back to use.

He ripped off an access panel next to the door, bending the metal and tossed it unceremoniously to the side. Inside was a mess of wires and plasma conduit.

He inspected a couple of wires, then wrapped a selected wire around a finger and gave it a pull. It stripped free. He did it again with another. He stripped off the plastic coating on both with his teeth and twisted the metal ends together.

The next part was going to suck. He broke off a relay, bent the ends down and touched each end to a live circuit. There was a loud pop, sparks flew and Sven's fingers were charred black from the shock. They would heal.

The door clamps released. He pried his fingers into the gap and pulled the door panels apart.

What he saw made him roll his eyes.

A woman was squatting in the room.

"œThis room is marked unoccupied. It should stay that way. Get out." He ordered.

Sven went back to room with Kela. "œCongratulations, Ensign. Once you're done here, an' this shit show of a crime syndicate mess gets cleaned up, going to help me clean out squatters."

Lindsey (sometimes) | Civilian and part time nuisance | civilian quarters #117 | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

It was clear on removal of the panel, that Lt. Aune wasn't the first to bypass this door, small marks where a jumper cable had been used were evident to the trained eye (but invisible to basic security)  The jumper was obviously no longer there - but any competent person would remove and keep a well made precision tool.  The tolerances on these doors between the electrical contacts was about 1mm, certainly a trained user.

Within the room, Lindsey heard the access attempt and silently wished she had sealed the door - although that was a harder task without codes.
Faced with an unknown assailant she decided to play it safe and crouched down with her palms facing the door - as unthreatening as she could without lying flat on the deck.
The door opened and the uniform spoke.

"œThis room is marked unoccupied. It should stay that way. Get out."

You could have knocked.. she opened, slightly flippantly.
It's marked unoccupied as I'm under whiteness protection   That didn't ring quite true, but also not a complete lie neither, a half truth perhaps?
Do you have instructions where I should go instead?
Her eyes keep looking nervously towards the adjoining wall to the temporary holding cell/room - Definitely some fear, some curiosity, and a chunk of repressed memory...

She makes no immediate signs of movement

[Nira Said]

[Main Ops]

"œThank you Ensign"¦" She realised that she hadn't really gotten the man's name. Add that to another thing on the long list to do.

"œIndeed. That's a great idea, Torra. Any way we can increase our capacity with what we have will probably be for the best. Hopefully we won't have to use it in the future.." she  said as Nira corroberated her on that. "œPlease take the Praetor away. "œ

She nodded to Dersch to do so as he came in. "œSounds good. I really appreciate it. I think this may be the last of them." She nodded. This shakedown had shown that there were a lot of things that shook out for them. "œ  If you all could, once he's in the brig, I think we probably can run over the details  of the shakedown  now that I think the situation has been taken care of."

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

Even while Nira's agreement of her idea had pleased the Grazerite, Torra recognized that Commander Garrison's more praising comment elicited no such feeling.   Despite months of having worked together aboard the USS Revenant, Torra hadn't forgotten, nor forgiven, the Commander for her role in Frontier Day
Torra nodded at the Commander's request.  However, that didn't prevent her from doing her job to the best of her ability.  "Yes ma'am.  So if that a department head meeting or a debrief of all involved?" she asked for clarification before continuing on to in inquire about the time. "Does 1700hrs work for you?" Their shift ended at 1800.

The thumb gesture that he gave her, Torra recognized and happily returned, though Dersch might not have noticed given how quickly he left with the Romulan.

Torra was grateful to be back at her console; preferring the duties of Operations over Security - without a doubt.  She watched Kela exit Ops.   Something about Kela's earlier request to assist Aune, had given Torra the impression that Kela might be looking for more action than was normally found in an Ops position.  She hoped she had just misread the Ensign's interest.

Turning back to her own work, Torra began by looking over the work logbook for the time that she'd been away.  She was immediately impressed by Kela's well kept notes and his seeming efficiency.  With work like this, if maintained consistently then she could easily see him rising through the ranks quickly.

Opening up her agenda screen, Torra organized the station's first meeting setting it up in the largest conference room given the large number of participants, sending out invites to each of the Department Heads, along with their seconds and those would had participated in one form or another in dealing with the cargo.

Soon people's inboxes were pinging with a message marked IMPORTANT - inviting them to the debrief.

[Commander Nira Said | Operations Center | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked at Kinley when she mentioned getting everybody into a debrief. And at Torra's proposal at 1700, Nira nodded. "1700 should be able to work for us," said Nira. And she smiled as Torra got to work, in gathering the officers.

"Let's get in contact with the nearest Federation starship, they'll be able to transport Domitian and his entourage back to Earth for Starfleet Security to deal with...Torra, find the nearest starship on long-range sensors, please."

First Officer's Log, Stardate 79010.17.

Our first week on Outpost Solaere was certainly ending on an interesting note. It's apparent that New Jericho, and the starbase itself before being redesignated Outpost Solaere, has been holding secrets. Criminal secrets.

We had uncovered a whole load of contraband hidden in the outpost, and we've calculated almost two hundred crates on the station, and we're in the process of getting rid of it...except for the Romulan Ale, now that it's legalized. We're prepared to offer them as gifts to the Romulan Refugees.

What's bothering me is that there's some criminal element taking advantage of the backwater status of the Ciden System and there's a mental poisoning as a result of the corrupted influence. This corruption could've gone back a hundred years, maybe more. Unfortunately, we do not have enough evidence to move against this corruption, and we do not know the extent of the corruption. The administrators of New Jericho surely can't be the only ones corrupted...

This is all word of mouth from Praetor Domitian, who's been a career criminal since the end of the Dominion War, and this is why I think this won't be enough evidence to go against the administrators. Fortunately, the Starship Scott was in the area, having been en route to acquire a shipment of materials from the mines at Ciden II - given I don't know yet what Ciden II mines - and they agreed to pick him up, along with the rest of his entourage.

Unfortunately, they're not the only ones they're picking up. Lieutenant Commander Rabolon has had to be moved over to the Scott for transport to Starfleet Medical, due to the extent of his wounds. This means we're losing our Chief of Security and as such, he'll need to be replaced. And I already know the man for the job, and he had been a department head as well in my time...Old Stryker Aune. He will be replacing Commander Rabolon effective immediately...

[Nira Said]

[Continuation of Post #213...]

[Commander Nira Said | Staff Briefing Room | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked around at all the senior officers in attendance before making an aside glance at Kinley. With Rabolon gone, Stryker has taken his place. There was also Savar, Torra, Taja and Feeva, each representing their departments: Science, Ops and Engineering (seeing as they generally work together on stations), Medical and Counseling respectively. Lieutenant Sehila from Flight arrived last, having finished her round on a runabout patrol. It effectively meant that Stryker and Savar were the only men in attendance.

Nira was paying rapt attention to Savar as he gave his report: "...From what Ensign Fawkes and I were able to determine, we estimate one hundred and fifty crates in total are at the New Jericho colony. And most of them contain Varon-T disruptors."

"Elements help us," breathed Sehila.

"I'm with you, Sehila," said Savar. "And considering each crate of distruptors contains a quantity enough to supply a battalion, including with attachments to make them into rifles, the fact there are that many disruptors at the colony is worrying..."

"I think I see why there are weapons there," said Nira in a hard tone. "They were hoping that Starfleet would kick out the refugees in Oaish'le now that they're back, and since we made it clear we're helping them...I can see why the administrators snuck into Cloten's, they wanted a whole third of the contraband over there so they can take matters into their own hands..."

"One hundred and forty crates of Varon-T disruptors, not counting the drugs," breathed Savar. "It would imply they would mean to arm everybody in New Jericho..."

"...I asked Cloten why there had to be so many of those damn weapons in the first place," said Nira, "and he told me that they came first as a means to defend not just against Romulans but also in case the Dominion came their way, and it would be no trouble for the Syndicate to get their scumbag hands on them. Allah's sake, this is one bloodthirsty colony, and Varon-Ts seem appropriate to them, there's a reason they're illegal."

"On account that each discharge tears the molecular structure apart for a slow and excruciating death, yes," said Savar, listing out in a typical Vulcan manner.

Suddenly, Ops sent a call to the staffing room...they got something from the Scott and are sending it to the room. That got Nira's attention, and details were soon transmitted on the table via hologram. Nira breathed a gasp.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

[Nira Said]

[Deej Cloten | The Jackal | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

It took a crap load of convincing, but Cloten had convinced his gang to accept the deal of working to make the Jackal a genuine joint. Not everybody liked the idea, but better that then time on the brig. And his immediate number two, Galen Mal, had consented to join him from down at Ciden IV to see it all with him.

Cloten didn't like how he was suddenly a bubbly prince, though it took little convincing from Nira; all she had to do, according to Galen, was to show him the brand carved into her hip by Gul Sherem, the same kind of mark that Galen had all over his body in multiple places. Of course he would agree to easily to Nira; the Woman who Killed Gul Sherem was the talk of many Bajorans, and plenty of them held Nira with so many sickening reverence, rivaled only by Benjamin Sisko with his status as "The Emissary."

"Okay, let's get this joint fixed up already!" Cloten ordered. "I want that dabo table over there, I want the bar to look like a real bar. And let's see about real chairs and tables being assembled...that'll be floor one..."

"Chairs and tables are a piece of cake," muttered one of Cloten's engineering boys.

"After that, you can work on the gambling machines for the level under," said Cloten. "Now let's break out those crates of Romulan Ale, as many as you can get your hands on before the Starfleeters gift wrap 'em to Oaish'le."

"Better that than your wine cellar anyway," said Shujip nearby. And so the Jackal got to work...inwardly, Cloten chuckled. The one advantage he felt he had over Nils' Diner is that he was sure that Nil's guy didn't have this many people at his beck and call.

[Stryker]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Combat engineer | next door to the Makeshift Brig 2 (converted civilian quarters) | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

Lindsey (sometimes) | Civilian and part time nuisance | civilian quarters #117 | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

It was clear on removal of the panel, that Lt. Aune wasn't the first to bypass this door, small marks where a jumper cable had been used were evident to the trained eye (but invisible to basic security)  The jumper was obviously no longer there - but any competent person would remove and keep a well made precision tool.  The tolerances on these doors between the electrical contacts was about 1mm, certainly a trained user.

Within the room, Lindsey heard the access attempt and silently wished she had sealed the door - although that was a harder task without codes.
Faced with an unknown assailant she decided to play it safe and crouched down with her palms facing the door - as unthreatening as she could without lying flat on the deck.
The door opened and the uniform spoke.

"œThis room is marked unoccupied. It should stay that way. Get out."

You could have knocked.. she opened, slightly flippantly.
It's marked unoccupied as I'm under whiteness protection   That didn't ring quite true, but also not a complete lie neither, a half truth perhaps?
Do you have instructions where I should go instead?
Her eyes keep looking nervously towards the adjoining wall to the temporary holding cell/room - Definitely some fear, some curiosity, and a chunk of repressed memory...

She makes no immediate signs of movement

Sven gave to woman a hard look, and ala Spock, his eyebrow raised. What she said was not congruent with what he saw. Previously jimmied access controls. Witness protection in an empty room. That there would have been a serious occupation and safety hazard of the ergonomic kind.
He decided to play poker with her for the time being, and called her bluff.
"Bullshit." This woman obviously had skills, and was playing coy. "œYer smart enough t'jimmy a lock, yer smart enough t'figure out where t'plant yer butt. But if I find that butt planted in anotha' unauthorized zone, yer gunna find it being planted in the brig. Understand?"

He stood next to the door, and pointed out into the hallway with a finger.

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Later

Sven managed to get another uniform replicated, fitted and worn. He had received a ping to join a hot-wash from ops. He made his way up to the indicated conference room.

[Lindsey]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Combat engineer | next door to the Makeshift Brig 2 (converted civilian quarters) | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

Sven gave to woman a hard look, and ala Spock, his eyebrow raised. What she said was not congruent with what he saw. Previously jimmied access controls. Witness protection in an empty room. That there would have been a serious occupation and safety hazard of the ergonomic kind.

He decided to play poker with her for the time being, and called her bluff.

"Bullshit." This woman obviously had skills, and was playing coy. "œYer smart enough t'jimmy a lock, yer smart enough t'figure out where t'plant yer butt. But if I find that butt planted in anotha' unauthorized zone, yer gunna find it being planted in the brig. Understand?"

He stood next to the door, and pointed out into the hallway with a finger.

The Red haired nuisance | innocent civilian | believe that and you'll believe anything | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere

"Is that a promise?  Cos your brigs at least have decent beds and some peace&quiet"

She stands up and stretches dramatically, making sure to crack her own neck in the process.

"I had permission from the bridge (or whatever its called on a station) to be in here.  I should know, I granted it myself"
She winks - mischief radiating from every pore

"I'll be seeing you around, it's my job you know, to find all the holes in the stations security and then after you've fixed them - find some more."

she exits into the corridor and takes the first junction calling back

"I'd change the password from the default one on that replicator if I were you"

[Kela Nelois]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Combat engineer | Makeshift Brig 2 (converted civilian quarters) | Deck 9 | Outpost Solarere]

The large man stood at the door guarding the prisoner, ignoring the rats little antics. He received a call from ops confirming that someone was on their way to set up the cameras. Good.

He waited a bit. Suddenly the door opened, and some guy in a golden ops uniform was standing there with a phaser at the ready.

Sven was still shirtless, the bruise from where lt. Danjar had struck him was blossoming, dark purple and angry. The expression on his face marked that the man was clearly annoyed there was a phaser pointed at him.

"œPut tha' phaser away." It wasn't a recommendation. It was an order.

"œAnd what do you mean sensed?" A second later, it dawned on him. He rolled his eyes. "œYou know wha', don't tell me. I don't want t'know. And stay out of my head. Set those camera up, and watch this man."

He stepped out the room, and stood in front of the indicated room. He was past done mucking about without command codes. He was a bunker-breaker back in the war, and he was going to put those skills back to use.

He ripped off an access panel next to the door, bending the metal and tossed it unceremoniously to the side. Inside was a mess of wires and plasma conduit.

He inspected a couple of wires, then wrapped a selected wire around a finger and gave it a pull. It stripped free. He did it again with another. He stripped off the plastic coating on both with his teeth and twisted the metal ends together.

The next part was going to suck. He broke off a relay, bent the ends down and touched each end to a live circuit. There was a loud pop, sparks flew and Sven's fingers were charred black from the shock. They would heal.

The door clamps released. He pried his fingers into the gap and pulled the door panels apart.

What he saw made him roll his eyes.

A woman was squatting in the room.

"œThis room is marked unoccupied. It should stay that way. Get out." He ordered.

Sven went back to room with Kela. "œCongratulations, Ensign. Once you're done here, an' this shit show of a crime syndicate mess gets cleaned up, going to help me clean out squatters."

[Ensign Nelois - Makeshift Brig 2]

Kela put away his phaser, following the orders of his senior. The securtiy officer seemed incredibly upset at everything that has happened to him over the past day. But his comment on telepaths made him pause in trying to say anything else. He knew telling him he couldn't help it would only make things worse so he simply shrugged his shoulders and nodded his understanding, "Of course Lieutenant. I'll set everything up and watch the prisoner."

He was setting up the shields and cameras as he heard, and sensed, the conversation in other room between Lt. Aune and the squatter. At no point did it seem it would violent from their joint emotions so he wasn't too worried but the squatters fear at the brig next door over made him a little glad, if she wouldn't be arrested she should be worried about what next time would bring. Nonetheless she left, the mutual respect confused him but he ignored it as he finished the last of the modifications. Right as Aune returned.

"Of course. I just finished here. I can help you." They spent the next few minutes covering Aunes tracks in straight breaking the lock on the door. Their combined minor skill made it work, although if anyone actually inspected it they would find the repair job quite shoddy. A few minutes later their work was cut short as Aune was called to the debrief and Ensign Nelois was recalled to main ops. He was honestly hoping to have a little spare time to call his wife but understood that until the staffing problems are solved he was most likely going to have to work overtime for a while...
[Station Main Ops]

Kela took the seat from Lt. Danjar-Addams. Giving only a small grunt of thanks as he took his seat and began the work at ops again. For the next few hours before and during the staff debrief it was pretty quiet. The regular exitement of earlier was gone as station night was beginning. Ships were cleared to leave again as things got more under control and so Kela helped flight manage the coupld ships scheduled to leave before he was able to take a step back. He saw a open communication from his wife and smiled a little. As all his priorities were mostly handled he decided to take the 5 minutes to read it. He would respond once he got off duty.

It was a simple letter. Wishing him well on his first few days and updating on the family buisness. Apparently a cousin of his in the first house managed to get a Federation commendation for the houses work in helping out with Starship production which he was pleased about. He was about to move to the next paragraph when a priority message arrived on his screen and he was forced to close the message to read it. His eyes went wide for a moment and quickly sent it over to all the senior officers as priority.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but there's a priority message from the USS Scott"

Suddenly, Ops sent a call to the staffing room...they got something from the Scott and are sending it to the room. That got Nira's attention, and details were soon transmitted on the table via hologram. Nira breathed a gasp.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

Nelois quickly worked to close off one of the stations airlocks so the Scott could dock and requested that damage repair and medical officials prepare for the Scotts arrival. The senior officers were still in their debrief but with the standard things done he awaited further orders.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Offices â†' Briefing room]

Kinley nodded to Torra. "œA full debriefing would be great. That should give us all a bit to settle in  and figure out our next steps. I'd like to get all of your thoughts so we can hopefully not deal with any more unwelcome guests.  "œ

[Briefing room]

Kinley looked to everyone involved as Nira gave her reports. The  news was troubling to say the least. what with the guns, and the praetor slipping away.  "œWell then.  We'll hav to take care of the ship as it comes home. Does anyone have any thoughts on where we should go from here?

[Stryker]

[lt. Sven Aune| Hotwash meeting participant | staff conference room | Deck 1 | Outpost Solarere]

[Continuation of Post #213...]

[Commander Nira Said | Staff Briefing Room | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked around at all the senior officers in attendance before making an aside glance at Kinley. With Rabolon gone, Stryker has taken his place. There was also Savar, Torra, Taja and Feeva, each representing their departments: Science, Ops and Engineering (seeing as they generally work together on stations), Medical and Counseling respectively. Lieutenant Sehila from Flight arrived last, having finished her round on a runabout patrol. It effectively meant that Stryker and Savar were the only men in attendance.

Nira was paying rapt attention to Savar as he gave his report: "...From what Ensign Fawkes and I were able to determine, we estimate one hundred and fifty crates in total are at the New Jericho colony. And most of them contain Varon-T disruptors."

"Elements help us," breathed Sehila.

"I'm with you, Sehila," said Savar. "And considering each crate of distruptors contains a quantity enough to supply a battalion, including with attachments to make them into rifles, the fact there are that many disruptors at the colony is worrying..."

"I think I see why there are weapons there," said Nira in a hard tone. "They were hoping that Starfleet would kick out the refugees in Oaish'le now that they're back, and since we made it clear we're helping them...I can see why the administrators snuck into Cloten's, they wanted a whole third of the contraband over there so they can take matters into their own hands..."

"One hundred and forty crates of Varon-T disruptors, not counting the drugs," breathed Savar. "It would imply they would mean to arm everybody in New Jericho..."

"...I asked Cloten why there had to be so many of those damn weapons in the first place," said Nira, "and he told me that they came first as a means to defend not just against Romulans but also in case the Dominion came their way, and it would be no trouble for the Syndicate to get their scumbag hands on them. Allah's sake, this is one bloodthirsty colony, and Varon-Ts seem appropriate to them, there's a reason they're illegal."

"On account that each discharge tears the molecular structure apart for a slow and excruciating death, yes," said Savar, listing out in a typical Vulcan manner.

Suddenly, Ops sent a call to the staffing room...they got something from the Scott and are sending it to the room. That got Nira's attention, and details were soon transmitted on the table via hologram. Nira breathed a gasp.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

The large man found an empty chair, and took his place. He wasn't sure if it was assigned seating. Some XO's preferred their participants to sit in the same place every time. No matter. If it was and he was in the wrong spot, they would tell him.

He listened to the Vulcan give his report. Finally he had some information as to what was going on.

Though, the fact that those crates held weapons wasn't too surprising. But Varion-T"¦ that was something to be worried about.

The report continued, and he listened quietly taking notes on his PADD, when an emergency transmission came through. It was the USS Scott. The ship that had taken Domitian into custody. But more importantly it was the ship that was also transporting the severely injured chief of security.

Sven closed his eyes, and took a deep calming breath, but for a split second, his anger flashed when his body tensed. And for a moment it looked as his the sleeves of his uniform where going burst. But the moment passed.

"œTha's not good. Any word on Rabolon?" He was more concerned about the giant turtle man. He didn't get to know him at all, but in the few moments they did meet, he seemed like a very level headed and kind individual.

Domititan had slipped away. All they could hope for is some receiving some triangulation data from the Scott, in which they could get a bearing, but escape ships rarely went in a straight line. Especially those that cloak.

[J.B Dersch]

[Continuation of Post #213...]

[Commander Nira Said | Staff Briefing Room | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked around at all the senior officers in attendance before making an aside glance at Kinley. With Rabolon gone, Stryker has taken his place. There was also Savar, Torra, Taja and Feeva, each representing their departments: Science, Ops and Engineering (seeing as they generally work together on stations), Medical and Counseling respectively. Lieutenant Sehila from Flight arrived last, having finished her round on a runabout patrol. It effectively meant that Stryker and Savar were the only men in attendance.

Nira was paying rapt attention to Savar as he gave his report: "...From what Ensign Fawkes and I were able to determine, we estimate one hundred and fifty crates in total are at the New Jericho colony. And most of them contain Varon-T disruptors."

"Elements help us," breathed Sehila.

"I'm with you, Sehila," said Savar. "And considering each crate of distruptors contains a quantity enough to supply a battalion, including with attachments to make them into rifles, the fact there are that many disruptors at the colony is worrying..."

"I think I see why there are weapons there," said Nira in a hard tone. "They were hoping that Starfleet would kick out the refugees in Oaish'le now that they're back, and since we made it clear we're helping them...I can see why the administrators snuck into Cloten's, they wanted a whole third of the contraband over there so they can take matters into their own hands..."

"One hundred and forty crates of Varon-T disruptors, not counting the drugs," breathed Savar. "It would imply they would mean to arm everybody in New Jericho..."

"...I asked Cloten why there had to be so many of those damn weapons in the first place," said Nira, "and he told me that they came first as a means to defend not just against Romulans but also in case the Dominion came their way, and it would be no trouble for the Syndicate to get their scumbag hands on them. Allah's sake, this is one bloodthirsty colony, and Varon-Ts seem appropriate to them, there's a reason they're illegal."

"On account that each discharge tears the molecular structure apart for a slow and excruciating death, yes," said Savar, listing out in a typical Vulcan manner.

Suddenly, Ops sent a call to the staffing room...they got something from the Scott and are sending it to the room. That got Nira's attention, and details were soon transmitted on the table via hologram. Nira breathed a gasp.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Staff Briefing Room | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch sat and listened as Nira spoke with the rest. He also knew about Aune getting the Chief Spot. Was he pissed? Yea, But he ain't gonna let it show. And Yea he had more time in the Chief Spot than JB did, But JB was a Former Patrol Sargeant and Knew what is was like in the Chief or Similar spot. Whatever Dersch then perked up at the sound of ops contacting them.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

"What the Hell, Why the hell is a Klingon Ship coming to pick up Romulans?! Ah, This is gonna be one hell of a Duty Station. Commander Said, Did they ever mention a Duty ship possibly being assigned out here? Cause right now, We could really use one."

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

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

[Offices â†' Briefing room]

Kinley nodded to Torra. "œA full debriefing would be great. That should give us all a bit to settle in  and figure out our next steps. I'd like to get all of your thoughts so we can hopefully not deal with any more unwelcome guests.  "œ

[Commander Nira Said | Operations Center | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked at Kinley when she mentioned getting everybody into a debrief. And at Torra's proposal at 1700, Nira nodded. "1700 should be able to work for us," said Nira. And she smiled as Torra got to work, in gathering the officers.

"Let's get in contact with the nearest Federation starship, they'll be able to transport Domitian and his entourage back to Earth for Starfleet Security to deal with...Torra, find the nearest starship on long-range sensors, please."

Those included in the debrief were more that just department heads, but other like Ensign Fawkes and Lieutenant's Dersch and Aune, those crew who had helped deal with the crates and capturing those involved in their illegal distribution.

When Nira called on her to locate the nearest Federation starship on long-range sensor, it didn't take long for the Grazerite to do so and then to arrange for the USS Scott to divert to their location.

[Outpost Solaere - Deck One - Staff Briefing Room]

Torra had quietly taken her place beside Nira - not out of any sense of rank or authority but rather because the Grazerite wanted to show her friend that there were no hard feelings over their misunderstanding earlier.  She couldn't imagine how difficult and stressful it must be to be responsible for so much and for so many lives.

The Ops chief listened quietly as the others gave their reports, before offering a report of her own on the comings and goings of various vessels - including that of the USS Scott who had arrived to take possession of the Praetor.

Savar spoke after her provided even yet more details on the crates and their location.  It seemed after she left, he and Fawkes had done even more precise tracking of the crates.   Torra smiled towards the woman and gave her a slight head nod.

When Ensign Nelois called down, however, with news of the attack on the USS Scott and the escape of the Praetor, Torra smile faded.   It worried her that the ship, which was capable of defending itself had been subdued.   What might have happened if those responsible for the attack had come to the station?   Torra's large almond ears sank a bit at that thought.

The station wasn't very well defended.  They were understaffed, with equipment that was 30 years out of date.

[Briefing room]

Kinley looked to everyone involved as Nira gave her reports. The  news was troubling to say the least. what with the guns, and the praetor slipping away.  "œWell then.  We'll have to take care of the ship as it comes home. Does anyone have any thoughts on where we should go from here?

Commander Garrison's prompt had Torra raising a hand slightly before speaking.   "I would think that the next step would be retrieving the crates and their contents.   We can't leave such dangerous weapons in the hands of criminals or civilians."

Despite the danger that doing so would realistically present, it was the right thing to do.

[Charlotte Fawkes]

[Continuation of Post #213...]

[Commander Nira Said | Staff Briefing Room | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira looked around at all the senior officers in attendance before making an aside glance at Kinley. With Rabolon gone, Stryker has taken his place. There was also Savar, Torra, Taja and Feeva, each representing their departments: Science, Ops and Engineering (seeing as they generally work together on stations), Medical and Counseling respectively. Lieutenant Sehila from Flight arrived last, having finished her round on a runabout patrol. It effectively meant that Stryker and Savar were the only men in attendance.

Nira was paying rapt attention to Savar as he gave his report: "...From what Ensign Fawkes and I were able to determine, we estimate one hundred and fifty crates in total are at the New Jericho colony. And most of them contain Varon-T disruptors."

"Elements help us," breathed Sehila.

"I'm with you, Sehila," said Savar. "And considering each crate of distruptors contains a quantity enough to supply a battalion, including with attachments to make them into rifles, the fact there are that many disruptors at the colony is worrying..."

"I think I see why there are weapons there," said Nira in a hard tone. "They were hoping that Starfleet would kick out the refugees in Oaish'le now that they're back, and since we made it clear we're helping them...I can see why the administrators snuck into Cloten's, they wanted a whole third of the contraband over there so they can take matters into their own hands..."

"One hundred and forty crates of Varon-T disruptors, not counting the drugs," breathed Savar. "It would imply they would mean to arm everybody in New Jericho..."

"...I asked Cloten why there had to be so many of those damn weapons in the first place," said Nira, "and he told me that they came first as a means to defend not just against Romulans but also in case the Dominion came their way, and it would be no trouble for the Syndicate to get their scumbag hands on them. Allah's sake, this is one bloodthirsty colony, and Varon-Ts seem appropriate to them, there's a reason they're illegal."

"On account that each discharge tears the molecular structure apart for a slow and excruciating death, yes," said Savar, listing out in a typical Vulcan manner.

Suddenly, Ops sent a call to the staffing room...they got something from the Scott and are sending it to the room. That got Nira's attention, and details were soon transmitted on the table via hologram. Nira breathed a gasp.

"Good Allah...Domitian's escaped...The Scott's been ambushed by a Bird of Prey...that was what was sent, a distress call...The Bird of Prey disabled its shields, beamed up Domitian and his entourage and warped back to Romulan space...it's limping back to the station for repairs..."

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 1, Ops Center / Science Station | Outpost Solaere |

Fawkes followed her superior, Lt. Savar, to Operations, where she temporarily took the science station. Those she knew in attendance were Tora, Dersch, and Savar, obviously. She was tempted to give Lt. Addams a friendly wave as they shared a recent mission but thought better of it. The ensign stood at ease beside the console as the others took their seats. Some she recognized from passing them by in the corridor, while others, like XO Said, Charlotte had never formally met.

Standing by as the briefing began, she listened intently to Savar, as everyone else, and found she could not add any information. The man was Vulcan, and Fawkes would have been shocked were he not thorough. While keeping silent as others spoke, Fawkes simply listened, waiting in case Savar needed aid.

[Dr Taja Grippen]

Feeva was a bit surprised that she was going to be assisting with the surgery. She was a Counselor!! She knew basic triage, yes, and had a modicum of common sense, but still. It felt...like some kind of rule was being broken.

Fee glanced at the scans, and then nodded. "Looks fine to me, ma'am," she said. "What do you need me to do?"

Luckily, the redhead had had the foresight to bring a stool along, so she stepped up, clamped open the incision, and let out a breath "Yes, ma'am," she said. "How...long will it take?" She felt a little light headed. Would now be too late to tell Dr. Grippen that the sight of blood often made her vomit?

[Sickbay, Theatre I - The Surgery of Rabolon]

Taja looked up with some concern at Feeva's face that was turning a shade of green. "Not long, hang in there." The Risan moved with practiced and steady hands securing the new section of artery in place and ensuring the blood flow returned to normal. Slowly the chief's foot began to turn a normal colour indicating proper blood flow had been restored.

A little while later, the surgery was complete and had been successful. They had saved Rabolon's foot from having to be chopped and his life, but he would require a long stint of rehabilitation and recovery for the wound to heal. Something they couldn't offer here.

[Briefing Room]

The doctor sat and listening to the deluge of information being given. She had largely missed all the kerfuffle with the contraband, being down in sickbay for most of it. But she hoped Rabolon hadn't been hurt in the attack, having spent all that time fixing him up.