S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Nira Said]

The sound of the engines cut through Lindsey's annoyance at the flashing.  Engines?  Engines equals a ship of some sort.  Arriving engines suggested less of a threat.
No Boom.  Boom tomorrow, always boom tomorrow..
she poked her head round to look at the freighter, its short wide configuration suggesting that manoeuvrability was more important than carrying capacity.
I've seen that design somewhere before I'm sure.  Where is that class from?
However before she could dredge the origins from her own distorted history - the green skins of the Orions came into view.
think fast, think fast...
She stood and met the faces of both the smugglers and the Orions
No time to explain, the alarms was my accident, Starfleet are coming.  Where do you want these crates stowed?
She picked up a crate to show willing and looked expectantly.

Stick that one over there Answered Dez - only to be interrupted by one of the others
She's not with us!
Yeah I am, I clean up after hours in the Jackal She lied
Not seen you before.  Who's the boss?
That would be.. Jess? She said, trying a random name on the million to one chance that it might be correct
Thought so.  Nab her!
I'm kidding, just kidding, no harm - but it didn't work.  A larger tougher (and smellier) person grabbed her from behind and pinned her
Name? they asked, with an edge to their voice.
Sophie Pullings, or just Soph.  I know many backways on this station and don't give a crap about starfleet
I dont buy it.  you're staying right here while I decide what to do with you

[{NPC} Lieutenant Shujip | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

They were confined for a while when the freighter came in. Shujip scowled. How was Dez allowed in? If he got in covertly, they'd best get out fast. In fact, the rest of the gang was making itching motions; they were ready to bail and overrun the ship, the contraband be damned.

He noticed Dez disembark and he approached. He got close to the group and was about to speak to Dez when a shout came out from one of Dez's crew, and he looked at the argument. There was a redheaded human arguing with Dez's crew. And Shujip was already close enough in earshot to hear her identify herself as a worker in the Jackal...and he never saw her before, and there was nobody who worked after hours at the Jackal; if there were any "janitors," they'd be down at the freighter dock. He grabbed one of his fellow Nausicaans and nodded at her and he already had her pinned.

"Good call, Shujar," he said his fellow. "We may want to have a word with Miss Pullings, or whoever she is."

He called over two other Orions to back him up. They were grinning at the girl when he told them who they're to guard.

"Oh, she'll fetch a good price," one of them giggled.

"Don't let the boss hear you say that," Shujip growled; he had worked with Cloten long enough to know that he drew the line when it came to the slave trade; if any of his crew had inclinations to keep slaves, they bought slaves covertly and out of their own pockets, and they'd pass them off as crewmembers.

Now the crowd was gathering; they were noticing Shujip and Dez and they gathered around like wolves. Shujip looked at Dez urgently.

"You picked a bad time, Dez," he growled with concern. "Starfleet's on to us." He then looked back at the redhead and scowled. Said mentioned somebody among them was behind the blackout. He may be brawny as they come, but he also had brains, which is why he was valued as one of Cloten's lieutenants, and he was putting two and two together.

[J.B Dersch]

"Mister Dersch, let's escort the furball to his cell," he said. "We'll call you if he feels more inclined to talk, Commanders," he added to Kinley. "And I'll send what security forces I can to contain that freighter dock."

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Security Office | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch had been pateincely waiting for a order when he was brought back out of his thoughts by Lt. Commander Rabolon.

"Mister Dersch, let's escort the furball to his cell," he said. "We'll call you if he feels more inclined to talk, Commanders," he added to Kinley. "And I'll send what security forces I can to contain that freighter dock."

Dersch straighten his back , a bit tired from standing there. "Yes Sir, Well Furball, Lets get you back to your cell" Dersch adjusted the pistol attached to his right hip before positioning himself on the opposite side of Cloten and the Commander, who had a firm grip on the little person. After securing the prisoner in their cell, he knew he might be needed at the freighter dock more than anywhere else. Once he finished, he headed to the dock without delay.

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Freighter Dock | Promenade | Deck 6 | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch swiftly gathered a small group of officers and armed them to the teeth. He took advantage of this moment to refill his smoke grenade. "Everyone here needs a pistol, at the very least. But if you want, grab a rifle. I'm getting one myself." The team arrived at Deck 6 where Dersch contacted Said and Garrision for further instructions. He said, "Dersch to Ops, we have a security presence on Deck 6 and we're standing by for orders. Dersch out." Dersch then assigned tasks to his small team of officers. Although there were only four of them, it was better than having no backup at all. He stationed two officers at the back entrance, while he and the other officer stood guard at the main entrance.

[Feeva Drylo]

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva had finally found her footing, issuing orders and assisting the medics in their tasks as necessary. She'd also managed to turn on the EMH and it was less chaos than it was just moments before. Fee hated chaos. Her brain was methodical, organized, sometimes rigid. She looked up.
"Petty Officer Garcia, please move any casualties to a private room for processing at a more appropriate time. T'lenn, I need a hypospray. Say...twelve micrograms standard of adrenaline-human type." She simply was now moving down a line, like she was in a factory of sorts.
The Comms came through.

Grippen to Feeva, what's the flaxian's condition - is he safe to move? We may have to evacuate the station...

Feeva sighed, but nodded.

He's stable but still crictical. If we move quickly, he may be ok to transport to a properly-equipped shuttle. How close is the nearest ship?
That would tell her more appropriately if he could be moved that long.

[Dr Taja Grippen]

"Of course," said Nira, looking between Kinley and Torra and Taja. "I think we'd best get back to our respective departments while we think over this story; Torra, help Savar and his officers with those flashing devices, report in once your analyses of the devices are complete. Shall we head back to Ops, Kinley?"

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva had finally found her footing, issuing orders and assisting the medics in their tasks as necessary. She'd also managed to turn on the EMH and it was less chaos than it was just moments before. Fee hated chaos. Her brain was methodical, organized, sometimes rigid. She looked up.

"Petty Officer Garcia, please move any casualties to a private room for processing at a more appropriate time. T'lenn, I need a hypospray. Say...twelve micrograms standard of adrenaline-human type." She simply was now moving down a line, like she was in a factory of sorts.

The Comms came through.

Feeva sighed, but nodded.

He's stable but still crictical. If we move quickly, he may be ok to transport to a properly-equipped shuttle. How close is the nearest ship?

That would tell her more appropriately if he could be moved that long.

[Outpost Solaere, Deck XIV, Medical]

After the events of The Jackal, Taja had returned to sickbay to resume testing all systems to submit that readiness report the station's commander had requested a little while ago. She quickly found Feeva and checked in, "Hi, sorry about that chaos earlier. You should be really proud of yourself, you saved this flaxian's life. I'm not sure if the evacuation is happening yet, seems to be a false-alarm. This station's apparently had a full blown smuggling operation going on for some time and they've just uncovered it."

Taja took a moment to assess the current inpatient list. All seemed to be under control.

"There's something else bothering me. That Flaxian was nearly killed and the person responsible, our very own chief of security, didn't really seem to care. Boasting about 'not knowing his own strength'. Normally I'd report this type of thing to the well, Chief of Security..."

[Lindsey]

[{NPC} Lieutenant Shujip | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

They were confined for a while when the freighter came in. Shujip scowled. How was Dez allowed in? If he got in covertly, they'd best get out fast. In fact, the rest of the gang was making itching motions; they were ready to bail and overrun the ship, the contraband be damned.

He noticed Dez disembark and he approached. He got close to the group and was about to speak to Dez when a shout came out from one of Dez's crew, and he looked at the argument. There was a redheaded human arguing with Dez's crew. And Shujip was already close enough in earshot to hear her identify herself as a worker in the Jackal...and he never saw her before, and there was nobody who worked after hours at the Jackal; if there were any "janitors," they'd be down at the freighter dock. He grabbed one of his fellow Nausicaans and nodded at her and he already had her pinned.

"Good call, Shujar," he said his fellow. "We may want to have a word with Miss Pullings, or whoever she is."

He called over two other Orions to back him up. They were grinning at the girl when he told them who they're to guard.

"Oh, she'll fetch a good price," one of them giggled.

"Don't let the boss hear you say that," Shujip growled; he had worked with Cloten long enough to know that he drew the line when it came to the slave trade; if any of his crew had inclinations to keep slaves, they bought slaves covertly and out of their own pockets, and they'd pass them off as crewmembers.

Now the crowd was gathering; they were noticing Shujip and Dez and they gathered around like wolves. Shujip looked at Dez urgently.

"You picked a bad time, Dez," he growled with concern. "Starfleet's on to us." He then looked back at the redhead and scowled. Said mentioned somebody among them was behind the blackout. He may be brawny as they come, but he also had brains, which is why he was valued as one of Cloten's lieutenants, and he was putting two and two together.

Now come on  She said (slightly indignantly)  I'm busting a gut for you here.  First in the Jackal with the lights to help youse get out, then getting in here past the fields, and now trying to help load.  What else do you want?  She ended by throwing her arms up in a despairing motion.
Just because I'm red and not green?  That means jack and you know it.  You hear of the shipment that made it to Fortis IV?  That was one of mine.  You've got minutes at best, probably less before everything here goes to the wall.  You know that, I know that.  Now ask yourself real quick if I'd be in here unless I was legit.  Come on..  Think fast. 

[Kinley Garrison]

[Deck 12  - Hangars]

[As Dez]

"œHey, I don't make the rules. I just get the packages." Dez said, looking closer to one of the tags, still flashing.  The human did have a point though. "œShe's not one of those stick- in -the -pants type of Starfleet. We gotta hurry, man. This place is gonna be crawling with them sooner than later. he said, hefting a crate]

"" ""-

[Station Ops]

[as Kinley]

Kinley nodded as they deposited Cloten in the brig . "˜ "œAlright then. Let's meet there. "œ

listening to the Computer mention that there was a human behind the force field, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she had to worry. That was not ideal at all.

At Dersch's comm, she took a mental note at where he was. "œSounds like a plan, Mr Dersch. I know there's not a lot of crew for you to call, so be careful out there and ready a squad to prepare to fight.  We may have to go all hands to repel the intruders if we have to if we wanna get this situation under control. Stun settings on if you can.  There's gonna be quite a few people who we're gonna have to talk to.  "œ she said.

"œThey're here. Lovely."  She was glad they at least had some backup closing the hangers from one end.  At least no one else would be coming in, she hoped.

[Lindsey]

[Deck 12  - Hangars]

[As Dez]

"œHey, I don't make the rules. I just get the packages." Dez said, looking closer to one of the tags, still flashing.  The human did have a point though. "œShe's not one of those stick- in -the -pants type of Starfleet. We gotta hurry, man. This place is gonna be crawling with them sooner than later. he said, hefting a crate]

Definitely shaking lose of her temporary captor, she grabs the nearest crate and makes to follow Dez.

Don't forget.
Becauseof the way those forcefields were put up - you can get Starfleet with racial stereotyping.  They hate being made to look bad

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 10  - Security Office >>> The Jackal]

[ The Jackal]
"Very well.  The flashing lights might be nothing, but stay ready if anything happens. "

She took a look at Torra as she gave her interpretation of things happening with the administrators. That wasn't good.  At least the bomb threat didn't seem like anything.  But where did these signals go to? "œThank you. So, it might be that, ."

[Commander Nira Said | Security Office | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Nira pursed her lips when Torra mentioned how long the administrators were. "Seven minutes. They'd easily pass off that they were taking, to coin the Terran expression, a 'number two.' Given Rabolon's description of the behavior within, they weren't heading to the bathroom. They were coming to see Cloten, and potentially telling him to hurry up. Am I right, you furry little bastard?"

"You wanted me to ask about the cache, I got you the details," snapped Cloten. "The hell I'd give away confidentiality of customers and clientele. You'll have to find out for yourself."

Nira scowled. Cloten wasn't going to say more. What was further frustrating was the amount of skepticism she was feeling all around, but it was to be expected; there was no further proof. Not as of yet. She turned back to Torra and looked at her with a comforting smile.

"Okay, then, enjoy your cell," said Nira, looking at Rabolon, who promptly nodded.

"Mister Dersch, let's escort the furball to his cell," he said. "We'll call you if he feels more inclined to talk, Commanders," he added to Kinley. "And I'll send what security forces I can to contain that freighter dock."

"Of course," said Nira, looking between Kinley and Torra and Taja. "I think we'd best get back to our respective departments while we think over this story; Torra, help Savar and his officers with those flashing devices, report in once your analyses of the devices are complete. Shall we head back to Ops, Kinley?"

Following a hunch-shouldered nod to both Commanders at her orders, Torra left the Security Office to return to the docking area behind the Jackal where the crates were located.  There were lots of crates to check and one by one she, Savar and his team, scanned each and every one of them.

Much like her very first scan of the crates, each one showed the triggered mechanism wasn't an explosive device, but rather a signal acting as locator beacon.  Someone didn't want to chance losing their cargo.  The crates contained an assortment of illegal items like Romulan Ale, illicit drugs, and weaponry like Varon-T disruptors.

As she worked Torra took note of some disturbance of the dirt and grime around some of the crates... and dirt-free areas where it was obvious crates had been up until recently.

It took about 10 minutes for the team to scan and catalogue the entire set of crates afterwhich Torra contacted Nira.

"Lieutenant Addams to Commander Said.   We've finished scanning all the crates.  You'll be relieved to know that the 'lights' indicate a triggered locator beacon.  I'm sending you an inventory of the crates.   As yet we haven't attempted to disable the beacons.. but can do so if requested.  Also Commander, there is evidence that  some crates have recently been removed.  It' may be possible to locate these missing crates if they have their beacons activated as well. "

[J.B Dersch]

[Station Ops]

[as Kinley]

Kinley nodded as they deposited Cloten in the brig . "˜ "œAlright then. Let's meet there. "œ

listening to the Computer mention that there was a human behind the force field, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she had to worry. That was not ideal at all.

At Dersch's comm, she took a mental note at where he was. "œSounds like a plan, Mr Dersch. I know there's not a lot of crew for you to call, so be careful out there and ready a squad to prepare to fight.  We may have to go all hands to repel the intruders if we have to if we wanna get this situation under control. Stun settings on if you can.  There's gonna be quite a few people who we're gonna have to talk to.  "œ she said.

"œThey're here. Lovely."  She was glad they at least had some backup closing the hangers from one end.  At least no one else would be coming in, she hoped.

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Security Office | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

"œSounds like a plan, Mr Dersch. I know there's not a lot of crew for you to call, so be careful out there and ready a squad to prepare to fight.  We may have to go all hands to repel the intruders if we have to if we wanna get this situation under control. Stun settings on if you can.  There's gonna be quite a few people who we're gonna have to talk to.  "œ

Dersch couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he heard the Commander's command through the comm link. "Sounds like a plan Commander, We are waiting" he replied before cutting the link. He stood there, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. The air was still, and there was no sound save for the small yellow alert lights flashing. Dersch remained vigilant, waiting for any indication that something was amiss.

[Nira Said]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 10  - Security Office >>> The Jackal]

Following a hunch-shouldered nod to both Commanders at her orders, Torra left the Security Office to return to the docking area behind the Jackal where the crates were located.  There were lots of crates to check and one by one she, Savar and his team, scanned each and every one of them.

Much like her very first scan of the crates, each one showed the triggered mechanism wasn't an explosive device, but rather a signal acting as locator beacon.  Someone didn't want to chance losing their cargo.  The crates contained an assortment of illegal items like Romulan Ale, illicit drugs, and weaponry like Varon-T disruptors.

As she worked Torra took note of some disturbance of the dirt and grime around some of the crates... and dirt-free areas where it was obvious crates had been up until recently.

It took about 10 minutes for the team to scan and catalogue the entire set of crates afterwhich Torra contacted Nira.

"Lieutenant Addams to Commander Said.   We've finished scanning all the crates.  You'll be relieved to know that the 'lights' indicate a triggered locator beacon.  I'm sending you an inventory of the crates.   As yet we haven't attempted to disable the beacons.. but can do so if requested.  Also Commander, there is evidence that  some crates have recently been removed.  It' may be possible to locate these missing crates if they have their beacons activated as well. "

[Commander Nira Said | First Officer's Ready Room >- Ops | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira had briefly looked at the files of the old crew of Outpost Seven before the abandonment of the station at the outbreak of the Dominion War. She had just looked at the last log entry of its captain when Torra called in.

The news that the lights were beacons, not bombs, certainly gave Nira pause. Then she got the inventory of the crates. She was impressed that Torra and Savar and their underlings managed this, before she realized that Dersch could've started herding as many of the goons possible into the brig. After a moment's thought, she responded.

"See if you can, but not all the beacons; it'll be best to wait until Security - or maybe transporters - gets all of Cloten's gang into the brig and the freighter dock is secure," said Nira.  "It'll take a while to disable all those beacons, and I feel you'll have an easier time of it if the gang wasn't in the way, but I won't say no to having you disabling as many beacons as you can."

"But as to tracing the beacons to the crates that have been removed,"  =/\=she said, interested in Torra's idea,  "I can definitely give a go-ahead. If we can trace them, we can find whoever acquired them and thus get more answers as to the criminal activity in Ciden. Take one of the crates to a lab, destroy the contents - if you chose one with alcohol in it, get to a head and dump the contents into the toilet - and work on its beacon. Said out."

Next, Nira reviewed the inventory. The specific amount certainly made her scowl.

Contraband Inventory:

-55 crates of Varon-T Disruptors
-28 crates of Romulan Ale
-25 crates of Nimban Syth
-20 crates of Snakeleaf narcotic
-18 crates of Regalian Liquid Crystal
-14 crates of Enolan Spice Wine
-9 crates of Splinter Narcotic
-7 crates of Terran Opium
-5 crates of grounded Nimban Synth poppy powder

As much as the amount of crates bothered her, what bothered Nira most was that a good portion of the contraband consisted of those illegal disruptor weapons. Fifty-five crates worth of Varon-T disruptors was enough to arm multiple battalions, or legions...or a big damn army, and that was including the parts to turn them from hand weapons to rifles.

She decided it was time to give Cloten more questions, but first...

"Commander Said to Lieutenant Sehila," Nira called with her comm badge. "Status report?"

"I'm in Runabout Faithful, I've cleared the bay," Sehila called. "I'll be at Freighter Dock Six shortly, making sure nobody leaves."

"Much appreciated, Lieutenant," =/\=said Nira.  "Keep weapons warmed up, show them you mean business. They try to run, disable their engines."

"Understood, Commander."

Then Nira made another call:  "Said to Rabolon, if you're still in your office, then you'd best prepare to receive visitors. Then have Dersch bring Mister Cloten up here."

That done, Nira stood up and entered Ops, getting to Kinley. "Kinley? I think it's time we moved Cloten's gang to the brig; I recommend we beam as many of the occupants in Freighter Dock Six to the cells in the brig. Six or seven at a time, of course. Oh, and that reminds me..."

She turned to Ensign Devereaux and said, "Ensign, the computer's detected a human signature in Freighter Dock Six; transport that human to Ops, separate him or her from that gang. Commander Garrison and I may have words with that person."

She looked to Kinley, explained briefly to her that the computer detected that signature, and then she added, "also, I've arranged for Cloten to also be brought up here, it's time he was answering more questions. Those lights earlier, they're not bombs. They're beacons."

[Nira Said]

Now come on  She said (slightly indignantly)  I'm busting a gut for you here.  First in the Jackal with the lights to help youse get out, then getting in here past the fields, and now trying to help load.  What else do you want?  She ended by throwing her arms up in a despairing motion.
Just because I'm red and not green?  That means jack and you know it.  You hear of the shipment that made it to Fortis IV?  That was one of mine.  You've got minutes at best, probably less before everything here goes to the wall.  You know that, I know that.  Now ask yourself real quick if I'd be in here unless I was legit.  Come on..  Think fast.

[Deck 12  - Hangars]

[As Dez]

"œHey, I don't make the rules. I just get the packages." Dez said, looking closer to one of the tags, still flashing.  The human did have a point though. "œShe's not one of those stick- in -the -pants type of Starfleet. We gotta hurry, man. This place is gonna be crawling with them sooner than later. he said, hefting a crate]

Definitely shaking lose of her temporary captor, she grabs the nearest crate and makes to follow Dez.

Don't forget.
Becauseof the way those forcefields were put up - you can get Starfleet with racial stereotyping.  They hate being made to look bad

[{NPC} Lieutenant Shujip | Freighter Dock Six | The Jackal, Lower Level | Deck Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

"Help us, my ass," snarled Shujip, now that the human confessed to triggering off the lights. "That blackout was doing more harm than good. You're staying with us, girlie; whoever from the Syndicate shows up to answer the beacon, you're going with them, so as we get back on their good graces...the sooner you're gone, Dez," he added to Dez, "the better..."

He noticed something at the crates, a few people hiding about them. Virtually left alone while the rest of the gang was grumbling and murmuring near the doors. One of them was a huge somebody...

"Sinjax," he growled at another fellow Nausicaan, "somebody's snooping around the crates. Make sure it's not that damn turtle; if it is, watch yourself, Chelon claws are poisonous..."

But something else got his attention. Two, actually. One was a Starfleet runabout, and the latest model of runabout at that, hovering above the dock, blocking the path of the freighter. It was an obvious obstruction, and it might as well flash a sign under it: No. One. Leaves.

The other was the redhead suddenly disappearing in a swirl of blue particles. It was too late, she was gone. He was seething in fury...

[Nira Said]

Outpost Solare
Medical

Feeva had finally found her footing, issuing orders and assisting the medics in their tasks as necessary. She'd also managed to turn on the EMH and it was less chaos than it was just moments before. Fee hated chaos. Her brain was methodical, organized, sometimes rigid. She looked up.
"Petty Officer Garcia, please move any casualties to a private room for processing at a more appropriate time. T'lenn, I need a hypospray. Say...twelve micrograms standard of adrenaline-human type." She simply was now moving down a line, like she was in a factory of sorts.

The Comms came through.

Feeva sighed, but nodded.

He's stable but still crictical. If we move quickly, he may be ok to transport to a properly-equipped shuttle. How close is the nearest ship?

That would tell her more appropriately if he could be moved that long.

[Outpost Solaere, Deck XIV, Medical]

After the events of The Jackal, Taja had returned to sickbay to resume testing all systems to submit that readiness report the station's commander had requested a little while ago. She quickly found Feeva and checked in, "Hi, sorry about that chaos earlier. You should be really proud of yourself, you saved this flaxian's life. I'm not sure if the evacuation is happening yet, seems to be a false-alarm. This station's apparently had a full blown smuggling operation going on for some time and they've just uncovered it."

Taja took a moment to assess the current inpatient list. All seemed to be under control.

"There's something else bothering me. That Flaxian was nearly killed and the person responsible, our very own chief of security, didn't really seem to care. Boasting about 'not knowing his own strength'. Normally I'd report this type of thing to the well, Chief of Security..."

[Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Security Office | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

Rabolon was bothered. Bothered by what was going on. It was shocking to find a smuggling operation, let alone a big damn cache, hidden in the station. He had briefly been at old Outpost Seven when he was a petty officer, but he might as well have been swept away with the rest of the whole crew when they practically swarmed the assigned starship to get to the front lines. Rabolon never minded being an enlisted officer; most long-loving members of the Federation sometimes took the enlisted route.

He looked down at his claws. Maybe his time in the war and in combat made him too aggressive, especially since he was a few years no longer a hatchling. Too many hard combat and security measures. Thinking back to that Flaxian, Rabolon felt glad he only used a fist. He never did want to use his claws, even if they had been detoxified at the Academy.

The call from Nira certainly drove him back to reality, and he nodded grimly.

"Understood, Commander," he said. With so little of security available, he'd have to trust in his intimidating nature to ensure things were all right.

"Mister Dersch," he called, tapping his comm badge.  "Get back to Security and escort Mister Cloten to Ops. The Commanders want more questions out of him."

Then he made a new call:  "Doctor Grippen, regarding that Flaxian, how good of a condition is he in? I can arrange comfortable quarters for him - better than a brig cell - as long as he is under guard."

[J.B Dersch]

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | Security Office | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

As they were waiting, Dersch noticed that the group had come to a halt and were all staring at something in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was a Starfleet shuttle, parked nearby. Its sleek design and advanced technology made it clear that it was a state-of-the-art spacecraft. Dersch couldn't help feeling impressed by the sight of it, and he wondered what important mission it might be embarking on.

Dersch to Said, Did you tell that Shuttle blocking the Hanger door on deck 10 to block it?"

Dersch could feel the weight of his rifle in his hands, the cold metal pressed against his palms as he tightened his grip. He was standing at the edge of a clearing, surrounded by dense forest on all sides. The air was thick with the sounds of birds and insects, and the only thing that broke the stillness was the occasional rustling of leaves. Dersch was alert and focused, scanning the area for any signs of movement or danger. He had been waiting for a response for what felt like an eternity, but the silence was deafening. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He knew that if they didn't hear back soon, they were in big trouble.

"Mister Dersch, Get back to Security and escort Mister Cloten to Ops. The Commanders want more questions out of him."

Dersch motioned to the Sec/Tac officer to maintain his spot. "On my way" Dersch then went to the cells and picked up Cloten who seemed surprised that Dersch was picking him up. After picking him up, Dersch took him to Ops. As he walked on he spoke to Nira. "You asked for a Furball Commander?"

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 10  - The Jackal storage]

[Commander Nira Said | First Officer's Ready Room >- Ops | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

Nira had briefly looked at the files of the old crew of Outpost Seven before the abandonment of the station at the outbreak of the Dominion War. She had just looked at the last log entry of its captain when Torra called in.

The news that the lights were beacons, not bombs, certainly gave Nira pause. Then she got the inventory of the crates. She was impressed that Torra and Savar and their underlings managed this, before she realized that Dersch could've started herding as many of the goons possible into the brig. After a moment's thought, she responded.

"See if you can, but not all the beacons; it'll be best to wait until Security - or maybe transporters - gets all of Cloten's gang into the brig and the freighter dock is secure," said Nira.  "It'll take a while to disable all those beacons, and I feel you'll have an easier time of it if the gang wasn't in the way, but I won't say no to having you disabling as many beacons as you can."

"But as to tracing the beacons to the crates that have been removed,"  =/\=she said, interested in Torra's idea,  "I can definitely give a go-ahead. If we can trace them, we can find whoever acquired them and thus get more answers as to the criminal activity in Ciden. Take one of the crates to a lab, destroy the contents - if you chose one with alcohol in it, get to a head and dump the contents into the toilet - and work on its beacon. Said out."

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" Well to be precise, Commander, we only scanned the crates that were not in the vicinity of the lifesigns."    Torra replied in answer to Nira's comment about the presence of Cloten's gang.    "Security is rather preoccupied at the moment so haven't yet rounded them up.  We'll deactivate as many as we have physical access to, and I'll bring one of the crate devices up to the lab as requested." .

After Nira cut the comm, Torra looked over to Savel and his team. "I'll leave you and the others here to begin work on deactivating the signal devices. I'll take this crate up to the Science Lab."

Torra was unsure what Commander Said thought might be discovered with a more intensive study of the signal device might tell them, but orders were orders.

Looking over the various crates to select from, Torra decided to bring the crate of Romulan Ale.  It seemed such a waste to destroy it's contents.   Perhaps there was some way to return it to the Romulan Free State... or maybe even the Romulan refugees as a gesture of goodwill.   The drink itself was no longer an illegal substance so maybe there was a way to salvage them.

[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 4]

Torra had the crate on a hovercart as she maneuvered it into the Science Lab.

"Hello.  I'm Lieutenant Addams. I'm hoping someone can help me scan this beacon device to determine it's exact signal frequency and come up with a means of tracking that signal back to its source. "

[Zavrol Gohun]

Gohun was finally arriving at his new post after the mandatory leave of absence by Starfleet. He had spend most of the mental health break in a facility on Betazed. He even left after attending a wedding. The wedding was incredible and beautiful and he could not help feeling that he was forgetting something. Oh well, how important could it be? Thinking about the station Gohun realized he didn't know a lot about the place. Unfortunately, he didn't know a lot about the place. Gohun knew that he would be able to work as an engineer but with a stationary ship how much needed to be repaired. As he flew into the stations he knew the next action that needed to be taken. A flyby of the station to get a good look at the outside. As Gohun was piloted by the massive complex, he could not help but feel that he was at home.  With that Gohun landed the ship in the shuttle bay. Or at least what he thought was the shuttle bay. Looking around meh close enough.
With that Gohun exited the craft to everyone staring at him. Maybee they never saw a shuttlecraft before. Maybe they were looking at something else. Looking down Gohun realized in horror well not horror just a bit of embarrassment at what they were looking at. He was in the traditional Betazoid wedding attired. In other words, he was completely naked. At this point he slowly walked back into the shuttle and put his uniform on. He could teleport himself out to avoid any more embarrassment. He has quarters assigned.

"Mister Gohun, report to the promenade."

Gohun pulled up a schematic of the station to find out where to go and started on his way. As he walked he hit his communication badge.
On my way
With that Gohun walked around the ship and got lost a couple of times but in the end, made it to his destination.