S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

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

[Main Operations]

Did he"¦ did he just do that?! Yeah he did.  He did just do that.  Kinley was taken a bit aback by the  sudden  burst of anger he gave her. That was clearly not the reaction she had been anticipating at all.  She was expecting some disappointment for sure, but this outburst?

She took a moment to process that insult. Something like that wouldn't fly on a starship, but then again, to quote an ancient Earth holomovie, She wasn't in Kansas anymore.

At Torra's suggestion  to call security to escort them home, she nodded. "œYes please." 

It might make them have a bit more rocky relations with the colonists, but they needed to show they were not going to be pushed around right now. They didn't have the resources otherwise, and to be honest, she didn't want to be seen that her normally chipper personality was some kind of weakness or that she could be easily walked over.

"œAs I said, we're here to help you guys as best we can, but that involves respect on both sides. I do hope we can return to a discussion on the aid we can provide the colonies soon.

Torra went to opened a channel to Security and discovered it already activated... with her clearance rating she was able to access the call with just a tap.

Dersch to Any Two Available Security Personal, Please Come to Deck 10, Needing Assistance with a Searc...." But Dersch was cut off by the greeter.

Torra bit her lip in consternation.  If Dersch needed assistance then now was not the time for there to be a split of the limited security personnel.  She glanced over to the fuming civilian leader as he was waiting for the lift to arrive.

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

Nira could only scowl as the administrators departed, Xolo in a huff. At least Kinley walked over and gave parting words before the administrators departed, though she could clearly see Xolo raising a hand, and given his behavior and body language, he had been about to give an insulting gesture, but Roshard whacked the hand down.

Torra rose from her seat, quickly tapping at the console - transferring the alerts to her PADD and then locking out her console.

"Security is busy on the Promenade, it seems.  I'll see to it that our guests make it to the transporter room" she announced quietly to the Commanders and then hurried to catch the turbolift just as Roshard slapped Xolo's hand down.   She entered the lift and stood directly in front of the upset civilian.  Her usual meek demeanor absent now as she stood tall - her usual 6'6" height seeming larger when her head was lifted and shoulders held back into proper position.  Her nostrils continued to flare as she looked down upon the Human. 

[Dr Taja Grippen]

Shortly after, she got a chime on her communicator.  It was Medical reporting in, as well as the mention of where a particular little dinosaur was.

  "œ Sounds like a plan.  Thank you for updating me on that. And thanks for finding Steve.  I'm somehow not surprised he somehow ended up down there. I hope he hasn't been bothering you. Do you want me to get him?"   She asked.

[Outpost Solaere, Deck XIV, CMO Office]

"œHe's just kinda standing here at the moment, not really sure what to do with him, commander. I can keep him here in my office until you have time to collect him. Grippen out."

True the little dinosaur seemed harmless enough, but she could hardly have him roaming around sickbay potentially scaring people half to death.

And then he called: "Rabolon to Infirmary. Doctor Grippen, I believe your services are called for. You'll find an unconcious Flaxian at the Jackal, and expect potential casualties, too, something's about to go down at the Jackal. Rabolon out."

Taja didn't know what the Jackal was, but recognised the name of Rabolon - the station's chief of security. She looked to Nurse Brooks, "You best get the triage area sorted asap, who knows what we're about to get."

"œAcknowledged, I'm on my way."

With that, Taja grabbed her trusty medical kit and ushered Steve into her office before she left.

[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

Taja arrived amidst the commotion of bodies and spotted the unconscious Flaxian on the ground. She knelt beside him and ran a quick scan - vitals unstable, fractured orbital bone and most worrying of all, a cerebral haemorrhage. This man was seriously ill and needed emergency medical care. Unfortunately, the dangers of a single punch could be devastating and have life changing consequences.

"He's in a critical condition, what the hell happened here?"

She tapped her commbadge, "œDr Grippen to Station Ops. I need an emergency patient site to site transport to Critical Care right away."

[Lindsey]

| Lt. JG JB Dersch | Promenade | Deck Ten | Deputy Chief Sec/Tac Officer | Outpost Solaere |

As the Commander walked into the room Dersch heard him say. "What are you doing here?!?" he snapped. "How did you get past...?!?" Dersch looked to see Lindsey. The look on her face says she knew this was here...Geaaat Well that's gonna be a fun talk..
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"Mister Dersch, keep an eye out; any of the rest of the furball's gang could be back at any moment. Now, what can we expect to find inside? Drugs? Ketracel White? Romulan Ale?"

Dersch stood. "Yes Sir, I will get some other Officers down here, Can't be too safe. =/\=Dersch to Ops, Can we get some extra Security done here, Gonna need some Extra Watch Officers, Dersch out=/\=" He turned to the Officer watching the Little furball.
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"You two, Did you see what the Woman looked like that went through that door?"
He pointed to Where Lindsey had went. They both nodded.
"Find her and detain her, If she asks why, Say we have probably cause, and Say it's under my orders Understood?"

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[{NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | The Jackal Backrooms | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

"Mister Dersch, keep an eye out; any of the rest of the furball's gang could be back at any moment. Now, what can we expect to find inside? Drugs? Ketracel White? Romulan Ale?"

Nope!  No, No and No.  This was getting very messy very fast.  The risks were escalating and it was going to be impossible to do anything if she didn't put some cards on the table - and fast at that..

Luckily the bulk of security were either inside - or hadn't arrived yet.  That gave her a small window.
She fled.  Crashing through a few startled onlookers towards the nearest side corridor.  She'd be seen - that was obvious, but she'd be seen by both sides - and that was important.  How had this station been wired? with safety in mind? or slapdash? One easy way to find out - it'd only work once if it did.  Starfleet would patch it out for sure, but the station was running behind.

A corridor, She gulped a few breaths before stabbing a computer panel

Computer, emergency override - multiple unauthorised weapons observed in the Jackal, civilians in danger.  kill the lights and dispense fogging agents to defocus phaser fire

She had no idea it if worked, she just ran until she reached an area with vacant civilian quarters and got to work with that hairpin.  Luckily Dersch hadn't taken it when she had offered it.
Got to get hidden - without using a door pass she panted.

[Feeva Drylo]

Outpost Solare
CMO's Office

Feeva simply nodded.

I'm sorry to hear that, if there's anything I can do to help Leena adjust here just ask. Particularly one so young, if she needs to come here and be with her mother at times, I'm sure we can arrange something.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Fee said. "But she's good. She is pretty easy to keep entertained. She's excited for school to begin," Feeva replied.

You see that lizard, don't you?

Feeva turned her head towards the door. "AUUUUGGGHHH," she cried out. "What is that??" She calmed herself a moment. "Yes, I see the dinosaur," she said. "Why is it here?" She asked Taja.

Holographic therapy animal? Sounds like you might be out of a job, Feeva...Computer. Identify the owner of this...Steve?

Steve? Who named a dinosaur STEVE??

The owner of STEVE, Holographic Therapy Animal, is currently Commander Kinley Garrison.

Her head spun. What?
"I suppose I am, back to the USS Campor, I guess," she joked back, having calmed down fully.

Well, you heard the commander. She wants a full systems test and diagnostic report on this mess we call medical asap. We're still short staffed, do you want to go systems test our Physical Therapy, Isolation Rooms, ICU's and Wards. Since those will largely be your domains anyway. I'll go check the critical care, trauma stasis, surgical suite and morgue. No need for anything fancy, just local level 1 diagnostics will do.

"Yes, ma'am," Feeva said, standing up. "Thanks," she said. "I'll have a report for you soon, as well as any notes for thing I need for my location," she said, saluting as she left the office, and heading across the anteroom for the Turbolift, which would take her to her office. She'd need to set it up as she liked it, and introduce herself to the Command staff later.
She'd want to paint her office in a soft, cool color. Perhaps a pale teal to reflect the calmness of the seas. She didn't know yet.

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 8] (enroute to civilian transporter room)

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Nope!  No, No and No.  This was getting very messy very fast.  The risks were escalating and it was going to be impossible to do anything if she didn't put some cards on the table - and fast at that..

Luckily the bulk of security were either inside - or hadn't arrived yet.  That gave her a small window.
She fled.  Crashing through a few startled onlookers towards the nearest side corridor.  She'd be seen - that was obvious, but she'd be seen by both sides - and that was important.  How had this station been wired? with safety in mind? or slapdash? One easy way to find out - it'd only work once if it did.  Starfleet would patch it out for sure, but the station was running behind.

A corridor, She gulped a few breaths before stabbing a computer panel

Computer, emergency override - multiple unauthorised weapons observed in the Jackal, civilians in danger.  kill the lights and dispense fogging agents to defocus phaser fire

She had no idea it if worked, she just ran until she reached an area with vacant civilian quarters and got to work with that hairpin.  Luckily Dersch hadn't taken it when she had offered it.
Got to get hidden - without using a door pass she panted.

Torra could feel the tension coming off of the one civilian leader, Xolo, as she escorted the three of them down through the station towards the transporter room.   So far other than being rude, with his spitting towards the Commanders, and his insistence that he needed to use the bathroom at the Jackal's establishment, he hadn't caused any trouble - though as she waited for all four by the main entrance of the eatery Torra did wonder at the odd flurry of activity.

A shrill beeping from her PADD, to which Torra had forwarded her Ops station notifications,  alerted Torra of a received emergency override request.  Before she could even lift her PADD to read the request, the lights for the entire Promenade - across multiple levels suddenly cut out.  A hiss of something gaseous being released could be faintly heard coming from the ceiling, only just noticeable over the startled calls from blinded patrons.

Torra with her large bovine ears, adapted to be ever alert, heard the hiss and took in a quick deep draw of air - before whatever was being dispensed could spread to her location.

If this had been an power outage, emergency lighting would have kicked in.  But everything around them was pitch black.

Oh dear.  This was a problem.  Were they under attack?!

The Grazerite felt amidst her personal gear for the tiny mouthpiece rebreather each officer had as part of their emergency gear.  Torra, from her Sec/Tac training always kept her rebreather on her person for exactly moments like now. 

[Kinley Garrison]

[Main Operations]

"œ Sounds like a plan. Thank you for that.  He should behave for you until I get back to you after the shakedown. "

The situation seemed to  get  suddenly rather  busy as the  security teams reported finding some unorthodox things"¦ Not to mention an emergency medical transport request. Hoo boy.

The security reports they were getting in were even more concerning. Some mysterious crates? The initial reports said that something was off, and these clearly weren't from Starfleet. Where they had actually come from was even more of a mystery.  "œThis is Commander Garrison to the science lab. Could I get a team to this location please?

[Nira Said]

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

Torra went to opened a channel to Security and discovered it already activated... with her clearance rating she was able to access the call with just a tap.

Torra bit her lip in consternation.  If Dersch needed assistance then now was not the time for there to be a split of the limited security personnel.  She glanced over to the fuming civilian leader as he was waiting for the lift to arrive.

Torra rose from her seat, quickly tapping at the console - transferring the alerts to her PADD and then locking out her console.

"Security is busy on the Promenade, it seems.  I'll see to it that our guests make it to the transporter room" she announced quietly to the Commanders and then hurried to catch the turbolift just as Roshard slapped Xolo's hand down.   She entered the lift and stood directly in front of the upset civilian.  Her usual meek demeanor absent now as she stood tall - her usual 6'6" height seeming larger when her head was lifted and shoulders held back into proper position.  Her nostrils continued to flare as she looked down upon the Human.

[Main Operations]

"œ Sounds like a plan. Thank you for that.  He should behave for you until I get back to you after the shakedown. "

The situation seemed to  get  suddenly rather  busy as the  security teams reported finding some unorthodox things"¦ Not to mention an emergency medical transport request. Hoo boy.

The security reports they were getting in were even more concerning. Some mysterious crates? The initial reports said that something was off, and these clearly weren't from Starfleet. Where they had actually come from was even more of a mystery.  "œThis is Commander Garrison to the science lab. Could I get a team to this location please?

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

Nira watched Torra escort the administrators off, and she had to admit, she imagined Xolo trying to get on Torra's bad side, and she smiled at the thought.

After a moment, Rabolon gave a report, and Nira had just opened her mouth to say something when suddenly there was an alert. Somebody enacted a lockdown measure in the Promenade. Something's going on, and Nira was instantly at alert. It was no damn coincidence that a lockdown happened just as Rabolon reported in. If it had to do with the Jackal...then it meant there was about to be answers to what it really held.

She replicated a flashlight, tapped her boots to make sure her knives were armed, and then set off.

"On my way, Mister Rabolon," said Nira in response. She turned to Kinley and said, "I'm going to head down there, Kinley. Something's happening and, well...First Officer protocols in regards to the CO's safety, of course."

[Outpost Solaere, Deck XIV, CMO Office]

"œHe's just kinda standing here at the moment, not really sure what to do with him, commander. I can keep him here in my office until you have time to collect him. Grippen out."

True the little dinosaur seemed harmless enough, but she could hardly have him roaming around sickbay potentially scaring people half to death.

Taja didn't know what the Jackal was, but recognised the name of Rabolon - the station's chief of security. She looked to Nurse Brooks, "You best get the triage area sorted asap, who knows what we're about to get."

"œAcknowledged, I'm on my way."

With that, Taja grabbed her trusty medical kit and ushered Steve into her office before she left.

[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

Taja arrived amidst the commotion of bodies and spotted the unconscious Flaxian on the ground. She knelt beside him and ran a quick scan - vitals unstable, fractured orbital bone and most worrying of all, a cerebral haemorrhage. This man was seriously ill and needed emergency medical care. Unfortunately, the dangers of a single punch could be devastating and have life changing consequences.

"He's in a critical condition, what the hell happened here?"

She tapped her commbadge, "œDr Grippen to Station Ops. I need an emergency patient site to site transport to Critical Care right away."

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Nope!  No, No and No.  This was getting very messy very fast.  The risks were escalating and it was going to be impossible to do anything if she didn't put some cards on the table - and fast at that..

Luckily the bulk of security were either inside - or hadn't arrived yet.  That gave her a small window.
She fled.  Crashing through a few startled onlookers towards the nearest side corridor.  She'd be seen - that was obvious, but she'd be seen by both sides - and that was important.  How had this station been wired? with safety in mind? or slapdash? One easy way to find out - it'd only work once if it did.  Starfleet would patch it out for sure, but the station was running behind.

A corridor, She gulped a few breaths before stabbing a computer panel

Computer, emergency override - multiple unauthorised weapons observed in the Jackal, civilians in danger.  kill the lights and dispense fogging agents to defocus phaser fire

She had no idea it if worked, she just ran until she reached an area with vacant civilian quarters and got to work with that hairpin.  Luckily Dersch hadn't taken it when she had offered it.
Got to get hidden - without using a door pass she panted.

| Lt. JG JB Dersch | Promenade | Deck Ten | Deputy Chief Sec/Tac Officer | Outpost Solaere |

As the Commander walked into the room Dersch heard him say. "What are you doing here?!?" he snapped. "How did you get past...?!?" Dersch looked to see Lindsey. The look on her face says she knew this was here...Geaaat Well that's gonna be a fun talk..

"Well, what do we have here," The Commander said but was then taken over by another voice.

"Hey! Get the HELL out of there, you stupid turtle!" Oh my god, This guys about to become a foot ball.. Dersch couldn't help but smirk that this little  Antican might become a flying furball projectile within minutes due to the commander. Hope to god that Security officer talking to the Civilian on the other side of the Area can catch. See now, Dersch would do it, Just to make him self feel better, But If the commander did it, It would be funny as hell. The Commander quickly asked the little furball some a questions.

"And who are you?" he snapped at the furball.

"I run the joint!" the little furball snarled. Dude you at least 5 seconds away from becoming that football at the last Kick Off to win the game.. Then the Sec/Tac officer shut him up with that the Commander contacted Medical. Then moved back to the crates. As the Commander sliced into the crates he spoke to Dersch.

"Mister Dersch, keep an eye out; any of the rest of the furball's gang could be back at any moment. Now, what can we expect to find inside? Drugs? Ketracel White? Romulan Ale?"

Dersch stood. "Yes Sir, I will get some other Officers down here, Can't be too safe. =/\=Dersch to Ops, Can we get some extra Security done here, Gonna need some Extra Watch Officers, Dersch out=/\=" He turned to the Officer watching the Little furball.

"Make sure he doesn't go anywhere, He might be cuffed, But hes small and can get places we can't go, So watch him And " He then turned to the other Two officers.

"You two, Did you see what the Woman looked like that went through that door?"

He pointed to Where Lindsey had went. They both nodded.

"Find her and detain her, If she asks why, Say we have probably cause, and Say it's under my orders Understood?" They both nodded and moved to find Lindsey. Dersch quickly looked around to see who else was in the Area and he saw his wife and Daughter were still there. Dersch stood watching everyone else in the Promenade, not noticing anyone else. Yet

[Commander Nira Said | Promenade >- The Jackal | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

The turbolift opened to instant darkness and chaos from somewhere. Nira had a good idea where. She kept the turbolift open long enough to get her flashlight on and then stepped out. She kept her senses alert and let her flashlight beam point the way.

Once in The Jackal, she noticed a Security officer with Doctor Grippen treating a Flaxian. She could see the amount of injury and smirked.

"Hey, Taja," said Nira. "I guess our Chief of Security doesn't know his own strength, but it's to be expected in a Rigelian Chelon. Where is he?"

The security officer pointed to a backroom where, naturally, it sounded like a group of peoples were raising Harut and Marut; at least he also had flashlights, and she had the impression the rest of the security detail also had them.

"Taja, you probably ought to come along, there's bound to be more medical needs that will require your attention."

Nira didn't go far inside the backrooms when she was seeing where the ruckus.

Rabolon was holding off a pair of Nausicaans. Other security officers were dealing with Orions, while a disturbingly familiar voice was ordering them on. She drew her phaser, but did her best to concentrate. It wasn't easy with so many shapes darting in and out of the light, and even less when there were so many charged emotions. Finally, she distinguished a shaggy mane of black hair and shot her stun-set phaser in the back. The Nausicaan was downed.

"Who's there?!?" a snarl came. Another Nausicaan barrelled from the dark, but Nira pivoted in time and tripped up the big lug. Then she shined her light and then saw a flash of fur. A focus later, and her light beamed on the little furball just as he shone a light at his level, which light just shown below her face. And she knew him all right.

"YOU!" she snarled.

"Ah! Heh, fancy meeting you here!" Deej Cloten chuckled in an innocent tone that fooled nobody.

"Rabolon! Seize him!" shouted Nira, but Cloten made a run for it. In quick succession, Nira drew one of her daggers and chased after him. He almost reached the nearest door when Nira caught him, leaping at him and tackling him to the ground.

"Nice landing," Cloten retorted gruffly. "I'm probably paralyzed."

"All except your mouth, I see," Nira retorted back. Making sure she had his arms pinned, Nira hoisted the psychotic furball up and, regardless of his kicking legs, handed him to Rabolon, who promptly wrapped an arm around him and holding him with one hand, while he held Cloten by the throat with his other hand. Some snarls told her the Nausicaans were coming back around and Nira whirled at them, gesturing at Cloten while shining her light on him and Rabolon.

"Nobody make a move!" she snapped. "Or all Commander Rabolon has to do is squeeze Deej Cloten to a pulp and roll him up into a tribble!"

"Do as she says," one of the Orions said, obviously recognizing her. Reluctantly, the rest backed off.

"That's better," said Nira. "Now, Mister Rabolon, you summoned me and Commander Garrison down here, and while Commander Garrison may be detained currently, I'll be seeing what all the fuss is about."

Rabolon then explained to Nira about what Dersch found and she saw the contraband. Then she looked back and leered at Cloten.

"So. Somehow, you accessed the emergency override and thought you could us a blackout to cover your escape, did you?"

"It wasn't me!" protested Cloten, growling in Rabolon's grasp. "Somebody else must've tripped it!"

"Well, it's time to put an end to that," snarled Nira. "Computer, voice override, authorization Said One-One-Seven-Beta. Resume lights on the Promenade."

The lights were restored, but it was still smoky. Where did that come from, she wondered.

"What happened to Mister Dersch?" asked Nira.

"Hell if I know," shrugged Cloten.

"In that case, given I'm relatively new on the Station, you're going to give me a tour of your establishment before we haul your backstabbing furry ass to the Security Office where you can explain everything," snarled Nira. "Look me in the eye and ask if I'm not bluffing, especially when you're in the hands of a big fellow. And all I have to do is summon another huge officer to help," she added, remembering Torra and her size.

It was surprising behavior on her part, but Nira had seen firsthand of what Cloten was capable of, and she learned she had to take an aggressive approach when it came to him.

"Fine," Cloten said submissively. "You win. I'll show you around. And maybe your security chump will be found."

[Commander Nira Said | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

As they proceeded, Cloten, still held in Rabolon's hands, guided him and Nira and a couple of other Security officers down to the second level. Clearly the hallways led to what appeared to be the casino facilities. Except a bunch of crates were set up, some with signs reading "TO BE GAMBLING MACHINES", but most of the others were crates similar to the cache back above. Others looked to be private rooms and dens which, given the reputation for crooked facilities, Nira did not want to know. Finally, at the end of that hallway, came the real surprise.

Nira knew from the layout that the freighter docks were connected to the Promenade, and that they had found one; when Cloten had made claim on facilities to open his establishment, he had taken over the nearest freighter dock below and decided to use it as his own private dock to transport his cargos through. His ship, "Abandon-All-Hope," was not there - though Nira wasn't about to move aside the suspicion that it was cloaked - and it was clear that they were getting ready.

More piles of crates like before - at least half a dozen piles of crates of contraband - were set up around the dock, although a few boxes were scattered around (no doubt in confusion by the blackout) and there was a wide variety of crooks around. Orions, Nausicaans, Anticans and Flaxians were scrambling around, looking chaotic and panicked, and Nira figured that the blackout must've set them off. What surprised Nira was the amount of people around; she didn't remember Cloten having this many on his ship, and that all of them together would crowd space in half his ship.

Nira wondered if Dersch found this place in particular and he was hidden somewhere. Well. She hoped he was alright. She hoped nothing happened to him during the override of the lights.

She looked around with her eyes. On that subject...Somebody among them had to have initiated the emergency override. It certainly bothered her that people as crooked as they are could have the gall to do so...

Just in case Dersch isn't there, Nira decided she needed help. She remembered Torra's security background, and two huge officers backing her up can make a potentially strong presence. She tapped her comm badge and made a whispered call.

"Commander Said to Lieutenant Addams. Get over to the Jackal Establishment now. There's a secret door leading down to a second level, it's connected the establishment to one of the freighter docks. I'm going to need your Security expertise to help me, the rest of security's too tied up right now."

[Dr Taja Grippen]

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

Nira watched Torra escort the administrators off, and she had to admit, she imagined Xolo trying to get on Torra's bad side, and she smiled at the thought.

After a moment, Rabolon gave a report, and Nira had just opened her mouth to say something when suddenly there was an alert. Somebody enacted a lockdown measure in the Promenade. Something's going on, and Nira was instantly at alert. It was no damn coincidence that a lockdown happened just as Rabolon reported in. If it had to do with the Jackal...then it meant there was about to be answers to what it really held.

She replicated a flashlight, tapped her boots to make sure her knives were armed, and then set off.

"On my way, Mister Rabolon," said Nira in response. She turned to Kinley and said, "I'm going to head down there, Kinley. Something's happening and, well...First Officer protocols in regards to the CO's safety, of course."[Commander Nira Said | Promenade >- The Jackal | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

The turbolift opened to instant darkness and chaos from somewhere. Nira had a good idea where. She kept the turbolift open long enough to get her flashlight on and then stepped out. She kept her senses alert and let her flashlight beam point the way.

Once in The Jackal, she noticed a Security officer with Doctor Grippen treating a Flaxian. She could see the amount of injury and smirked.

"Hey, Taja," said Nira. "I guess our Chief of Security doesn't know his own strength, but it's to be expected in a Rigelian Chelon. Where is he?"

The security officer pointed to a backroom where, naturally, it sounded like a group of peoples were raising Harut and Marut; at least he also had flashlights, and she had the impression the rest of the security detail also had them.

"Taja, you probably ought to come along, there's bound to be more medical needs that will require your attention."

Nira didn't go far inside the backrooms when she was seeing where the ruckus.

Rabolon was holding off a pair of Nausicaans. Other security officers were dealing with Orions, while a disturbingly familiar voice was ordering them on. She drew her phaser, but did her best to concentrate. It wasn't easy with so many shapes darting in and out of the light, and even less when there were so many charged emotions. Finally, she distinguished a shaggy mane of black hair and shot her stun-set phaser in the back. The Nausicaan was downed.

"Who's there?!?" a snarl came. Another Nausicaan barrelled from the dark, but Nira pivoted in time and tripped up the big lug. Then she shined her light and then saw a flash of fur. A focus later, and her light beamed on the little furball just as he shone a light at his level, which light just shown below her face. And she knew him all right.

"YOU!" she snarled.

"Ah! Heh, fancy meeting you here!" Deej Cloten chuckled in an innocent tone that fooled nobody.

"Rabolon! Seize him!" shouted Nira, but Cloten made a run for it. In quick succession, Nira drew one of her daggers and chased after him. He almost reached the nearest door when Nira caught him, leaping at him and tackling him to the ground.

"Nice landing," Cloten retorted gruffly. "I'm probably paralyzed."

"All except your mouth, I see," Nira retorted back. Making sure she had his arms pinned, Nira hoisted the psychotic furball up and, regardless of his kicking legs, handed him to Rabolon, who promptly wrapped an arm around him and holding him with one hand, while he held Cloten by the throat with his other hand. Some snarls told her the Nausicaans were coming back around and Nira whirled at them, gesturing at Cloten while shining her light on him and Rabolon.

"Nobody make a move!" she snapped. "Or all Commander Rabolon has to do is squeeze Deej Cloten to a pulp and roll him up into a tribble!"

"Do as she says," one of the Orions said, obviously recognizing her. Reluctantly, the rest backed off.

"That's better," said Nira. "Now, Mister Rabolon, you summoned me and Commander Garrison down here, and while Commander Garrison may be detained currently, I'll be seeing what all the fuss is about."

Rabolon then explained to Nira about what Dersch found and she saw the contraband. Then she looked back and leered at Cloten.

"So. Somehow, you accessed the emergency override and thought you could us a blackout to cover your escape, did you?"

"It wasn't me!" protested Cloten, growling in Rabolon's grasp. "Somebody else must've tripped it!"

"Well, it's time to put an end to that," snarled Nira. "Computer, voice override, authorization Said One-One-Seven-Beta. Resume lights on the Promenade."

The lights were restored, but it was still smoky. Where did that come from, she wondered.

"What happened to Mister Dersch?" asked Nira.

"Hell if I know," shrugged Cloten.

"In that case, given I'm relatively new on the Station, you're going to give me a tour of your establishment before we haul your backstabbing furry ass to the Security Office where you can explain everything," snarled Nira. "Look me in the eye and ask if I'm not bluffing, especially when you're in the hands of a big fellow. And all I have to do is summon another huge officer to help," she added, remembering Torra and her size.

It was surprising behavior on her part, but Nira had seen firsthand of what Cloten was capable of, and she learned she had to take an aggressive approach when it came to him.

"Fine," Cloten said submissively. "You win. I'll show you around. And maybe your security chump will be found."

[Commander Nira Said | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

As they proceeded, Cloten, still held in Rabolon's hands, guided him and Nira and a couple of other Security officers down to the second level. Clearly the hallways led to what appeared to be the casino facilities. Except a bunch of crates were set up, some with signs reading "TO BE GAMBLING MACHINES", but most of the others were crates similar to the cache back above. Others looked to be private rooms and dens which, given the reputation for crooked facilities, Nira did not want to know. Finally, at the end of that hallway, came the real surprise.

Nira knew from the layout that the freighter docks were connected to the Promenade, and that they had found one; when Cloten had made claim on facilities to open his establishment, he had taken over the nearest freighter dock below and decided to use it as his own private dock to transport his cargos through. His ship, "Abandon-All-Hope," was not there - though Nira wasn't about to move aside the suspicion that it was cloaked - and it was clear that they were getting ready.

More piles of crates like before - at least half a dozen piles of crates of contraband - were set up around the dock, although a few boxes were scattered around (no doubt in confusion by the blackout) and there was a wide variety of crooks around. Orions, Nausicaans, Anticans and Flaxians were scrambling around, looking chaotic and panicked, and Nira figured that the blackout must've set them off. What surprised Nira was the amount of people around; she didn't remember Cloten having this many on his ship, and that all of them together would crowd space in half his ship.

Nira wondered if Dersch found this place in particular and he was hidden somewhere. Well. She hoped he was alright. She hoped nothing happened to him during the override of the lights.

She looked around with her eyes. On that subject...Somebody among them had to have initiated the emergency override. It certainly bothered her that people as crooked as they are could have the gall to do so...

[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

For some reason the lights had went out and a load of fog appeared, "What the heck is going on here!? Ugh!" Taja's medical tricorder beeped an alarm, the flaxian greeter was going into cardiac arrest. "Dr Grippen to Ops, I need that transport now!" Finally an answer came back to the affirmative, but she was needed here and they had little to no doctors available...

"Dr Grippen to Feeva. I'm sending you a patient under cardiac arrest to critical care now, sorry, all heck's breaking loose here - do what you can!"

With that, the flaxian was transported away from the Jackal and directly onto a biobed in critical care where hopefully Feeva could save the man's life. The commander then wanted her to follow inside, not that she could see anything amidst this black fog, but the Risan followed as best she could until finally Nira gave her override code and light was restored. Taja quickly set to work, checking the vital signs of all who appeared injured. Nausicaans, Orions and who knows what else - she tended to them all as security finally got a hold of the situation and placed the suspects in restraints. There was no one with severe injuries here so far, and Taja was to distracted to notice when Nira descended into a secret level.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Main Operations â†' The Jackal]

For a brief moment before the emergency generators kicked in,  the power flickered hard.  "œWhat the "¦.? That could not be normal. If it was related to what was going on, she had to find out

After calling for the science teams to come down,  Kinley looked around and nodded to the next highest officer to take over for her  before grabbing a light as she went down to figure out what was going on herself, following behind and keeping an eye on the situation.

The Jackal was"¦. to put it lightly, in really rough shape.  She wasn't sure how that was missed the first go around,  but it was, and it seemed like she was walking into more of a situation.   She didn't want to interfere too much with the medical situation going on, but instead moved herself to  inspect the crates . She didn't know half of what was in here, not bringing a tricorder, but it definitely did not look standard. "œHey there. I have a team to analyze these that should be coming in shortly. "œ  What is going on here? "œ she asked to those present, trying to figure out the present chaos.

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 8] (enroute to civilian transporter room)

[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

Taja arrived amidst the commotion of bodies and spotted the unconscious Flaxian on the ground. She knelt beside him and ran a quick scan - vitals unstable, fractured orbital bone and most worrying of all, a cerebral haemorrhage. This man was seriously ill and needed emergency medical care. Unfortunately, the dangers of a single punch could be devastating and have life changing consequences.

"He's in a critical condition, what the hell happened here?"

She tapped her commbadge, "œDr Grippen to Station Ops. I need an emergency patient site to site transport to Critical Care right away."

In the confusion of the sudden darkness and fogged Promenade, Torra had missed the first chime of her PADD indicating an urgent message.  She was occupied guiding the three civilian leaders through the chaos that sudden dark had caused.  Thankfully, Torra was quick to realize that it was just the lights that had gone out and not the station's power, so Torra located the nearest replicator and soon had a flashlight in which to lead the way.  She was also quick to pick up that the fogging agent wasn't a poison or knock out gas like she had at first assumed, so had put away her rebreather

A minute later a second chime of her PADD sounded and Torra looked to the device - expecting to see a notification of the lights going out.  What she read had Torra regretting that she'd left Station Ops unattended but for the Commanders... but surely one of them would have initiated the site to site transport.  Still she needed to be certain.

"Lt Addams to Dr. Grippen.  Has transport been initiated yet?"   the Grazerite asked but realized that she already knew the answer.   If the transport had gone through, her PADD would have received a confirmation notice of successful transport.

Oh dear.

Meanwhile, the civilian, Xolo, began to complain at Torra's delay - to which she responded by passing him the flashlight.

"Then keep up." she remarked before sprinting towards the transporter room, which was just up ahead on the left.

Inside, someone had palm lights set up on the consoles to provide illumination.  Several civilians were lined up waiting their turn at the transporter.

"Excuse me coming through." Torra pushed her way past the queue to the technician's console.
"I'm Lieutenant Addams.  I apologize for the inconvenience, but I need to borrow your transporter for a moment for medical site to site transport." She dipped her head apologetically as she took over the controls.   Several civilians grumbled about Star Fleet taking liberties.

Suddenly the lights came on.  People cheered in relief... but that didn't help Torra any.   Because this was a civilian transporter, it wasn't linked to the doctors comm badge.

"Dr. Grippen, I need you to give me your location - I don't have access to your commbadge location."

While she waited on the Doctor's response... Nira contacted her.

[Commander Nira Said | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]
"Commander Said to Lieutenant Addams. Get over to the Jackal Establishment now. There's a secret door leading down to a second level, it's connected the establishment to one of the freighter docks. I'm going to need your Security expertise to help me, the rest of security's too tied up right now."

"Um... I'll be with you as soon as I can Commander.  Am dealing with a medical emergency transport.. using the civilian transporter system.  Torra out."

[J.B Dersch]

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch had hid behind a pile of crates watching everyone, Then he saw Said. Dersch quickly fell back and then came up behind the Group. "Commander, I see you made it down her to?" Dersch pulled his Phaser out of its hostler. "Shall we just yell everyone don't Move?...Never mind, I am gonna move and get behind the group just in case" Dersch didn't wait for a answer, He quickly moved and was behind the group within seconds. He quickly tapped his comm badge.  "Said, I am in position, Dersch out" He readiyed his pistol, Ready to take down anyone who had the balls to make a move.

[Feeva Drylo]

Outpost Solare
Medical Bay

Feeva was running around; things in sickbay had picked up and the Assistant CMO had asked for all hands. She had hands, at least the last time she checked, and so she was doing what she could with her not-so-great medical training. Her empathic skills would be more useful, she was sure. She gulped down some water, and headed for the main Sickbay.
On her way, she got a message over COMMS.

Dr Grippen to Feeva. I'm sending you a patient under cardiac arrest to critical care now, sorry, all heck's breaking loose here - do what you can!

She ran a bit faster, and just as she arrived, a Flaxian male appeared on a biobed. She quickly got to work, using the Tricorder to scan, as well as her abilities to pinpoint any pain or source of problem. Heart attack!!

"SOMEONE GET ME A HEART KIT. NOW," the Betazed hollered as loudly as she could. To the man on the bed, she "spoke" with her mind.

Do not worry. I will do my best to save you. I am Dr Feeva Drylo, chief, uh...counselor.

A moment later, a kit appeared, and Fee got to work, but due to her small size, she had to climb onto the bed itself to attach the paddles and scanners. She also set a pressor field, which would stanch the flow of blood, and hopefully calm his heart down enough that the revival paddles would work.

"I NEED 8CC HYPOSPRAY ANESTHETIC," she hollered again. After the junior medic administered the spray, Fee started the revival process, using the paddles and an eight-count to do so. A bit later, the man opened his eyes.

Are you doctor Drylo?
Feeva nodded. "YES! Thank you for waking up," she said, her breath coming in hot pants from moving so quickly. "You had a heart attack but I was able to stop your heart long enough to rewire it," she said. She stood up, and turned to the medic. "Thank you for your help," she said. "I am sorry for yelling. Please continue your tasks. You did wonderfully, and I will be sure to tell Dr. Grippen," she said, as the medic toddled off to help with triage. She took a deep exhale. "Nurse? Get him to an isolation room, give him a dose of the same anesthetic, and keep him on a monitor. I am going to go turn on the EMH," she said. She did a quick exercise to calm herself down, but she realized that she was being bombarded by the minds around her. There was a lot of pain and a lot of chaos. She fought through it, though, and approached the computer.

"Computer, initiate EMH program. Voice override DryloF126. Password: EION," she sighed, but perked up when the holographic doctor appeared. "Thank the Heirs!! I need help. I am Feeva Drylo, station counselor.  I don't know what's going on, but they're sending patients rapidly and I could use an extra set of hands."

The hologram nodded, and got to work next to her. She raised her hand to her COMMS badge.

==/\==Drylo to Grippen. The Flaxian is alive. I initiated the EMH. Anything else you need? I am going to assist with triage, let me know if more biobeds are needed.==/\==

She rubbed her forehead as she clicked off. What was HAPPENING?

[Dr Taja Grippen]

[Main Operations â†' The Jackal]

For a brief moment before the emergency generators kicked in,  the power flickered hard.  "œWhat the "¦.? That could not be normal. If it was related to what was going on, she had to find out

After calling for the science teams to come down,  Kinley looked around and nodded to the next highest officer to take over for her  before grabbing a light as she went down to figure out what was going on herself, following behind and keeping an eye on the situation.

The Jackal was"¦. to put it lightly, in really rough shape.  She wasn't sure how that was missed the first go around,  but it was, and it seemed like she was walking into more of a situation.   She didn't want to interfere too much with the medical situation going on, but instead moved herself to  inspect the crates . She didn't know half of what was in here, not bringing a tricorder, but it definitely did not look standard. "œHey there. I have a team to analyze these that should be coming in shortly. "œ  What is going on here? "œ she asked to those present, trying to figure out the present chaos.

[[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

Taja looked up to see the Station Commander of all people arrive, which was good, perhaps she could sort out this frick-show. "Commander, some sort of inspection I think by security. I was summoned due to the casualties, we've got one civilian in critical condition, others with minor injuries. Commander Nira went further inside. There's been a serious altercation here and I believe Commander Rabolon is involved, this flaxian could very well die."

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere -  Promenade - Deck 8] (enroute to civilian transporter room)

In the confusion of the sudden darkness and fogged Promenade, Torra had missed the first chime of her PADD indicating an urgent message.  She was occupied guiding the three civilian leaders through the chaos that sudden dark had caused.  Thankfully, Torra was quick to realize that it was just the lights that had gone out and not the station's power, so Torra located the nearest replicator and soon had a flashlight in which to lead the way.  She was also quick to pick up that the fogging agent wasn't a poison or knock out gas like she had at first assumed, so had put away her rebreather

A minute later a second chime of her PADD sounded and Torra looked to the device - expecting to see a notification of the lights going out.  What she read had Torra regretting that she'd left Station Ops unattended but for the Commanders... but surely one of them would have initiated the site to site transport.  Still she needed to be certain.

"Lt Addams to Dr. Grippen.  Has transport been initiated yet?"   the Grazerite asked but realized that she already knew the answer.   If the transport had gone through, her PADD would have received a confirmation notice of successful transport.

Oh dear.

Meanwhile, the civilian, Xolo, began to complain at Torra's delay - to which she responded by passing him the flashlight.

"Then keep up." she remarked before sprinting towards the transporter room, which was just up ahead on the left.

Inside, someone had palm lights set up on the consoles to provide illumination.  Several civilians were lined up waiting their turn at the transporter.

"Excuse me coming through." Torra pushed her way past the queue to the technician's console.
"I'm Lieutenant Addams.  I apologize for the inconvenience, but I need to borrow your transporter for a moment for medical site to site transport." She dipped her head apologetically as she took over the controls.   Several civilians grumbled about Star Fleet taking liberties.

Suddenly the lights came on.  People cheered in relief... but that didn't help Torra any.   Because this was a civilian transporter, it wasn't linked to the doctors comm badge.

"Dr. Grippen, I need you to give me your location - I don't have access to your commbadge location."

While she waited on the Doctor's response... Nira contacted her.

"Um... I'll be with you as soon as I can Commander.  Am dealing with a medical emergency transport.. using the civilian transporter system.  Torra out."

"Patient's location is adjacent to the Jackal's entrance on the promenade, a flaxian. I will remain here and tend to the rest of the wounded. Grippen out."

==/\==Drylo to Grippen. The Flaxian is alive. I initiated the EMH. Anything else you need? I am going to assist with triage, let me know if more biobeds are needed.==/\==

She rubbed her forehead as she clicked off. What was HAPPENING?

Taja breathed a sigh of relief, and took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. "Great work, counsellor. I'll be sending more walking wounded down to you momentarily, nothing serious as of right now. We got station civilians under arrest that will require treatment also with a security escort. Taja out."

[Nira Said]

While she waited on the Doctor's response... Nira contacted her.

"Um... I'll be with you as soon as I can Commander.  Am dealing with a medical emergency transport.. using the civilian transporter system.  Torra out."

[Lt. JG JB Dersch | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

Dersch had hid behind a pile of crates watching everyone, Then he saw Said. Dersch quickly fell back and then came up behind the Group. "Commander, I see you made it down her to?" Dersch pulled his Phaser out of its hostler. "Shall we just yell everyone don't Move?...Never mind, I am gonna move and get behind the group just in case" Dersch didn't wait for a answer, He quickly moved and was behind the group within seconds. He quickly tapped his comm badge.  "Said, I am in position, Dersch out" He readiyed his pistol, Ready to take down anyone who had the balls to make a move.

[Commander Nira Said | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

Nira saw Dersch slip out, and before she answered his question, he was already shifting into position. He gave indication to stand by. She looked back at Rabolon, who scowled. It was just the three of them - Torra is apparently going to be delayed, from her call - and it was time to improvise.

She nodded at Rabolon, still holding Cloten captive, and then emerged.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, ALL OF YOU!!!"

The entire gang stopped where they stood. A lot of them reacted in recognition. Getting a good look at them, Nira recognized them back: They were members of Cloten's crew. The rest just looked in surprise or befuddlement. Then, before some among them - Nausicaan or otherwise - she looked at the emerging Rabolon with Cloten in his clutches. Now that made them all even more nervous.

"That's right, keep back!" she shouted. "Or else my security chief will scrunch up your boss all the way until he looks like a tribble!"

Rabolon gave a brief choking squeeze on Cloten to drive the point home. Then Nira turned back to the gang.

"Now, what the hell is going on?" she snarled. "What gives you the gall to override station controls and try to use an establishment as a cache for all your illegal crap?"

"None of us shut down the lights, Starfleet!" snarled back a Nausicaan.

"And this illegal crap has already b..."

A young Orion spoke up but abruptly shut up. There was something in his voice and body language that gave something away, and gave Nira a thought: What if they weren't bringing in the stash? Was it entirely possible all this was here before Starfleet returned? Or, Allah Forbid, was it here when the station was in operation before the Dominion War, and that Outpost Seven's officers were not as moral as they appeared?

"Well, we'll get your answers in due course," snarled Nira. "You're all under arrest."

The whole dock facility erupted in howls of laughter. One of the chortling Flaxians - who looked so slinky and rugged, he looked like a weasel made of wood enough to look like a tree - sneered at her, "Just the two of you?"

"As it so happens, we have a dozen more officers hidden among the crates around me up here," said Nira, gesturing to the crates in the upper level, wherever Dersch was. "And if you don't come quietly, we may have to do this the hard way."

Rabolon and Cloten looked at her simultaneously. Both obviously had the same expression and skeptical body language that said: "You're bluffing."

Indeed, after dealing with so many criminal types, and given her experience with Cloten, and given the outpost's limited numbers, Nira felt the need to make a bluff. But this time, the bluff didn't work.

"How about we settle for no, girl?" sneered an Orion, not from Cloten's crew. "And we get our boss back?"

"I guess we're doing it the hard way," said Nira with a shrug and drew her phaser. "Commander, get Cloten out of here."

The first of the Nausicaans were storming up the stairways toward her. Nira shot them down with stun setting. Looking around, she said, "NOW, MISTER DERSCH! FIGHTING RETREAT!"

It was a fighting retreat, all right, what with disruptor bolts shooting about, but with the crowdedness around, coupled with the concerns of a lot of the gang - whether or not they were Cloten's crew - that Nira was feeling like hurricane winds whistling before her (concerns, she could guess, in that some of the crates can contain anything volatile that could ignite if hit), she was amazed there were no hits on her part.

A grunt made her whirl around and she saw Cloten bite into Rabolon's hand. The Chelon let go in surprise and Cloten scrambled out the way he came.

"All officers, out!" ordered Nira. "Computer, dispense Anesthizine in..." she paused, remembering what freighter dock this could be, recalling the Promenade layout and remembering where the Jackal was... "...Freighter Dock Six! Intruder containment protocol!"

"Unable to comply," the computer responded.  "Intruder containment protocols nonfunctional."

"Shit," snarled Nira, and she realized...of course. This outpost was long older than the Challenger, and in any case, it could've been offline either from neglect from a long abandonment or - if the theory of using the station as a cache was accurate - could've been taken offline by the crooks.

"Computer, force fields around all entryways to Freighter Dock Six! Anybody with Antican, Nausicaan, Orion and Flaxion bio-signatures is not allowed to pass!"

"Acknowledged," the computer said, and the forcefield went up, though not before Cloten escaped. It did lower for Rabolon, but he was hit on the lower leg by a disruptor as he ran past. Nira held off as long as she could for Dersch to exit, and then she ran out. The forcefield being specific to certain signatures, and the proximity to one Nausicaan when she left, was indicative that when she ran through the doorway she came, the Nausicaan had a hand outstretched to grab her...only for the forcefield coming back up to catch him in the arm the nanosecond she was clear.

Nira didn't stop to see what happened to him, but kept up after Cloten, overtaking the limping Rabolon.

[Main Operations â†' The Jackal]

For a brief moment before the emergency generators kicked in,  the power flickered hard.  "œWhat the "¦.? That could not be normal. If it was related to what was going on, she had to find out

After calling for the science teams to come down,  Kinley looked around and nodded to the next highest officer to take over for her  before grabbing a light as she went down to figure out what was going on herself, following behind and keeping an eye on the situation.

The Jackal was"¦. to put it lightly, in really rough shape.  She wasn't sure how that was missed the first go around,  but it was, and it seemed like she was walking into more of a situation.   She didn't want to interfere too much with the medical situation going on, but instead moved herself to  inspect the crates . She didn't know half of what was in here, not bringing a tricorder, but it definitely did not look standard. "œHey there. I have a team to analyze these that should be coming in shortly. "œ  What is going on here? "œ she asked to those present, trying to figure out the present chaos.

In fact, they made it as far as the restaurant section when Cloten, not seeing where he was going, bumped right into Kinley and landed on the floor. He looked up and scowled.

"Well. What's Little Orphan Annie doing here?" he sneered sarcastically, looking at Kinley's face as Nira loomed above him and Rabolon caught up.

"Kinley...seeing as we met up at Deep Space Nine," said Nira with savage indignation at Cloten, "I presume you would know Mister Deej Cloten? He's the owner of this establishment, which is really a cover for a snow job worth a Kuiper Belt, and we need to have words with him."

[[Outpost Solaere, Deck X, The Jackal]

Taja looked up to see the Station Commander of all people arrive, which was good, perhaps she could sort out this frick-show. "Commander, some sort of inspection I think by security. I was summoned due to the casualties, we've got one civilian in critical condition, others with minor injuries. Commander Nira went further inside. There's been a serious altercation here and I believe Commander Rabolon is involved, this flaxian could very well die."

"Patient's location is adjacent to the Jackal's entrance on the promenade, a flaxian. I will remain here and tend to the rest of the wounded. Grippen out."

Taja breathed a sigh of relief, and took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. "Great work, counsellor. I'll be sending more walking wounded down to you momentarily, nothing serious as of right now. We got station civilians under arrest that will require treatment also with a security escort. Taja out."

Rabolon, meanwhile, noticed the Flaxian he knocked out was gone, and seeing the medical personnel about, he approached Taja and gave his best meek turtle look.

"Ah. I wondered where he went. But...if his being knocked out led to a medical emergency...well, I must feel the need to apologize, Doctor Grippen...after all, we Chelons....let's just say I never know my own strength sometimes, and if the man came in contact with my claws...well, if you know a Chelon's physiology, I hope that man was treated all right."

[Lindsey]

[Commander Nira Said | The Jackal Casino and Facilities | Decks Eleven and Twelve | Outpost Solaere]

It was a fighting retreat, all right, what with disruptor bolts shooting about, but with the crowdedness around, coupled with the concerns of a lot of the gang - whether or not they were Cloten's crew - that Nira was feeling like hurricane winds whistling before her (concerns, she could guess, in that some of the crates can contain anything volatile that could ignite if hit), she was amazed there were no hits on her part.

A grunt made her whirl around and she saw Cloten bite into Rabolon's hand. The Chelon let go in surprise and Cloten scrambled out the way he came.

"All officers, out!" ordered Nira. "Computer, dispense Anesthizine in..." she paused, remembering what freighter dock this could be, recalling the Promenade layout and remembering where the Jackal was... "...Freighter Dock Six! Intruder containment protocol!"

"Unable to comply," the computer responded.  "Intruder containment protocols nonfunctional."

"Shit," snarled Nira, and she realized...of course. This outpost was long older than the Challenger, and in any case, it could've been offline either from neglect from a long abandonment or - if the theory of using the station as a cache was accurate - could've been taken offline by the crooks.

"Computer, force fields around all entryways to Freighter Dock Six! Anybody with Antican, Nausicaan, Orion and Flaxion bio-signatures is not allowed to pass!"

"Acknowledged," the computer said, and the forcefield went up, though not before Cloten escaped. It did lower for Rabolon, but he was hit on the lower leg by a disruptor as he ran past. Nira held off as long as she could for Dersch to exit, and then she ran out. The forcefield being specific to certain signatures, and the proximity to one Nausicaan when she left, was indicative that when she ran through the doorway she came, the Nausicaan had a hand outstretched to grab her...only for the forcefield coming back up to catch him in the arm the nanosecond she was clear.

Civilian doors were easy, the hair pin went in just so - and if you twisted it like this, and then pressed down like so...   The metal of the hair pin formed a jumper on the circuit board - and the door hissed open.  It wasn't like picking locks of the 20th century, there were no tumblers.  She was simply short circuiting the maintaince panel.  The computer didn't even know it was happening.
Computers.. only as good as the worst programmer.
The lights inside the room powered on, bathing everything in warm illumination.  Nice.  She'd have to remember these quaters, shouldn't be too hard to keep out starfleet, it wasn't as if they owned the place.
Ah, the replicator.  Now this was attached to the main computer, for most things.  couldn't have just anyone getting hold of uniforms or weapons.
but basics?
Computer, maintance mode.  Water - warm
It hummed and produced a small mug.  Demands like this would stay in the local logs, but not be sent to the stations central computer, after all - it was just a cup of warm water for maintance purposes.
She dabbed at her face and cleaned off some of the muck of the day.  That was better.  Now.. What was she doing?
Trying to get into trouble with Starfleet, on behalf of Starfleet, whilst making it look like she despised Starfleet.  Well the former and the latter should be easy.  She put the mug back on the replicator
Computer, maintance mode, level 2 deep clean
the mug disappeared and the user lights on the console went out.  it would now spend several minutes bombarding itself with charged photons as it made itself clean.
Leaving again, pausing to shift the hairpin and closing the door - she took a different route to the rear of the Jackal.  no sense in waltzing through the front door, but she needed to know what Starfleet were after - and if any of it could accidently become hers.
Following the corridor she didn't notice the forcefield until she'd passed through it, the static tickle making her look round expectantly - but seeing noting.
bu..wha?
Computer, state purpose of forcefield
"By command of Commander Nira, Antican, Nausicaan, Orion and Flaxion bio-signatures are prohibited from Entryways to Freighter Dock Six! "
Well that's just dumb..?
"Statement not understood"=/\=
Go suck on a warp core she retorted as she continued, there must be something of great interest, especially if Starfleet was going to start getting choosy over species.  She'd have to keep an eye open for this 'Nira'
the corridor opened up into larger dock areas, the usual stacks of crates were convenient - and she hid behind some accordingly and listened to the sounds of other people having a bad day.
The crate in front of her was on closer inspection ajar.
I mean.. If its not sealed.. then it's fair game right?.  Whats a 'Varon-T Disruptor'? she asked herself - looking at the shipping label and then opening the lid