IKC FHew 7C6110
Forgotten Glory – Fall out
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
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Tell, Marie, Jared, May'bel and Mariaa'n had followed Israna back to the FHew which was landed in heavy foliage. HIchop, Germite, Linx and Bruce had beamed down from the Prospero. memory of their mission had begun to filter back. Now they stood as a group in the hold under Ro's glare. Ro' had not looked this angry for as long as most of the crew could remember. Jared did remember and he was staying right at the back of the group.
He did not bellow, or pace or gesticulate wildly. He had his thumbs in his belt and a frown fixed to his face.
"What happened?"
Germite rubbed his head, "What didn't happen. One moment we are on mission and the next I'm in a crashing ambulance. It only went down from there."
“It might have helped if I’d what I was there for. It was like I came to from some sort of memory loss. I was in a kitchen with no clue why I was there or what I was there for. Then I saw Tell all decked out like a model. You looked very nice, by the way,” she said in an aside to Tell. ‘Ro’s glare intensified. “I lifted the lid off the dish I was carrying. How was I to know it contained weapons, not food?”
"Next time I go shopping for clothes and shoes, I'm going to buy something I can run in. You can't run in an outfit like that." Whispered Tell to Marie "You should wear black and white more often it suits you."
"TELL!" bellowed Ro'
"We did an awful lot of running around and getting lost." the engineer replied "I hadn't got a clue on what we were supposed to be doing half the time."
Israna sniffed, anxious to get out of the ship again, "Well I am going to go scout the area since we are getting NOWHERE... Don't know whats around here."
"Good," growled Ro'. "With our cloak not functioning we won't be able to lift off, so keeping our patrols going is vital. The air is full of traffic, and according to Lt Linx the USS Prospero has orders to keep us here."
Israna slung her sniper rifle on her shoulder and put on the mottled black helmet which suits the rest of her armor.
"Call me on the combadge if you need me." And with that, she has disappeared under the dense and think layers of shrubbery and trees.
Ro' turns to the rest, "I know you were all dazed and confused, but since when was it hard for you to work out that a mission involving lots of guns, probably involves lots of killing? I know HIchop eventually terminated Treman, but who injured him?"
Mariaa'n stepped forward. Ro' just looked at the green woman standing amongst her crew as if she belonged, "Who in Grethor are you?"
The Orion turns to Ro' "I'm the one who injured Treman." She snarled, "I believe a "Thanks" would be polite? or have we forgotten manners here?'
"Captain, if I may?" Jared interjected.
"I've been listening to everyone's stories as we made our way back here, and I've just taken some Tricorder scans. I think the Incorporates might have perfected and employed some kind of... memory bomb. A localized theta-wave shockwave device that seems to disrupt short term memory somehow. Seems like the effect might wear off more quickly depending on the familiarity of the circumstances. Guards and staff would know their surroundings, and somehow that long term memory would release the short term memories again - same as our memories seem to be coming back now we're back at the FHew among familiar company."
"Quite effective, really. For regular staff at a facility it would be little more than a momentary inconvenience. For intruders like ourselves, you'd be forgetting plans, escape routes, mission objectives, and more. It almost worked on us - we all dropped back to our base instincts, which for many of us DON'T involve killing. The only thing that saved the mission was our unexpected Orion ally here, and HIchop's... singular dislike of the corporates. That and the fact May'Bel and I had secured security BEFORE the device was set off."
“That sounds about right,” Marie commented. “Frankly, when I saw all that weaponry my first reaction was we were meant to take out the whole she-bang. It was overkill for a clinical assassination. Then I recognised Tell and I wasn’t sure any more. Then the whole place went to hell in a hand-basket and it was every woman for herself.”
Ro' was still watching the Orion, "So, with no memory, you sided with the two humans who were waving weaponry and decided to throw a grenade? YOU - I like!"
He turned back to the crew, "But we are still stuck here. When the Propsero turned up we were grounded. Linx tried to go across and explain things, but then the Corporate trade ships turned up and... well everything went haywire. We can't get past them without fixing our cloak. And we don't have anyone on board who knows anything about D12 class cloaks."
"Maria'an coughed to get their attention "Ive got extensive knowledge of those cloaks, pretty old school really; mostly tearing them up, but occasional putting them back together. I can fix your junk."
“I’ve had some experience too,” Marie said. “Enough to be of assistance without getting in the way.” She noticed people looking strangely at her. “We used modified ones back on Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie to hide weapons caches and the like,” she explained.
Ro' looked between the two women wearing waiters clothes, "Part of our agreement to accept Starfleet would be no Federation races would be given access to our cloak technology. We made no such assurances about the Orion. Marie, get the ship ready for take off in any other way you can. You!" He pointed his finger to the Orion. "What's your name?"
Marie looked ‘Ro squarely in the eye. “Let me point out that Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie is not a Federation world,” she said before the Orion could get a word in edgewise. “It has not recognized the Federation and the Federation has no presence there. Also let me point out that you are not giving access to your cloak technology to me. I already understand the technology. Nor am I proposing to somehow acquire the technology, merely to assist in getting it working again. Anyway, when did you start getting squeamish about such niceties as what the Federation wants or does not want? You have non-Klingons in your crew including races who are nominally Federation because we happen to be human. We’re exposed to Klingon technology, including cloaking devices, whether you and the Federation like it or not.”
Ro' rolled his eyes, "I swear one day you will argue open the doors of Sto Vo Kor to get in. It was not Starfleet that issued the edict, I did. It was one of the conditions for allowing Humans, a Federation race, onto my ship. JaqwI' will assist. You... will do as you are told."
Turning to Mariaa'n, "If you can fix the cloak then you have earned yourself at rip out of here, and a position on my crew. Tell, go find the Starfleet Scout and get he back on board. I don't want to risk comms chatter."
Meanwhile, Israna was walking through the dense shrubs to look for anything unusual.... This place was to quiet; no birds, no animals. Just trees and landscape. Suddenly, I bleep came up on her radar behind her. She laughed.
"Yes?" Israna chuckled as she turned around, "Is it you Tell or Ro'...." She saw the figure in alarm. "What the.....!?"
Tell had seen the young woman outside of the FHew and wondered what she was up to. The engineer would have turned away and left her to get on with it but her curiosity got the better of her. She sighed frustratingly and thought that Israna was just asking, or better still wanting, trouble. Tell grabbed a jacket and went out to look for her.
"What the hell are you doing out here, Starfleet?" Tell asked her "Looking for bugs by any chance? Time to stop sneaking around and get back on the ship. I'm sure you have work to do. If not I can always find you something."
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
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| Title | Fall out | |
| Mission | Forgotten Glory | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh | |
| Posted | Mon Mar 31, 2014 @ 9:32am | |
| Location | IKC FHew Hold | |
| Timeline | Incident +30min |
He did not bellow, or pace or gesticulate wildly. He had his thumbs in his belt and a frown fixed to his face.
"What happened?"
Germite rubbed his head, "What didn't happen. One moment we are on mission and the next I'm in a crashing ambulance. It only went down from there."
“It might have helped if I’d what I was there for. It was like I came to from some sort of memory loss. I was in a kitchen with no clue why I was there or what I was there for. Then I saw Tell all decked out like a model. You looked very nice, by the way,” she said in an aside to Tell. ‘Ro’s glare intensified. “I lifted the lid off the dish I was carrying. How was I to know it contained weapons, not food?”
"Next time I go shopping for clothes and shoes, I'm going to buy something I can run in. You can't run in an outfit like that." Whispered Tell to Marie "You should wear black and white more often it suits you."
"TELL!" bellowed Ro'
"We did an awful lot of running around and getting lost." the engineer replied "I hadn't got a clue on what we were supposed to be doing half the time."
Israna sniffed, anxious to get out of the ship again, "Well I am going to go scout the area since we are getting NOWHERE... Don't know whats around here."
"Good," growled Ro'. "With our cloak not functioning we won't be able to lift off, so keeping our patrols going is vital. The air is full of traffic, and according to Lt Linx the USS Prospero has orders to keep us here."
Israna slung her sniper rifle on her shoulder and put on the mottled black helmet which suits the rest of her armor.
"Call me on the combadge if you need me." And with that, she has disappeared under the dense and think layers of shrubbery and trees.
Ro' turns to the rest, "I know you were all dazed and confused, but since when was it hard for you to work out that a mission involving lots of guns, probably involves lots of killing? I know HIchop eventually terminated Treman, but who injured him?"
Mariaa'n stepped forward. Ro' just looked at the green woman standing amongst her crew as if she belonged, "Who in Grethor are you?"
The Orion turns to Ro' "I'm the one who injured Treman." She snarled, "I believe a "Thanks" would be polite? or have we forgotten manners here?'
"Captain, if I may?" Jared interjected.
"I've been listening to everyone's stories as we made our way back here, and I've just taken some Tricorder scans. I think the Incorporates might have perfected and employed some kind of... memory bomb. A localized theta-wave shockwave device that seems to disrupt short term memory somehow. Seems like the effect might wear off more quickly depending on the familiarity of the circumstances. Guards and staff would know their surroundings, and somehow that long term memory would release the short term memories again - same as our memories seem to be coming back now we're back at the FHew among familiar company."
"Quite effective, really. For regular staff at a facility it would be little more than a momentary inconvenience. For intruders like ourselves, you'd be forgetting plans, escape routes, mission objectives, and more. It almost worked on us - we all dropped back to our base instincts, which for many of us DON'T involve killing. The only thing that saved the mission was our unexpected Orion ally here, and HIchop's... singular dislike of the corporates. That and the fact May'Bel and I had secured security BEFORE the device was set off."
“That sounds about right,” Marie commented. “Frankly, when I saw all that weaponry my first reaction was we were meant to take out the whole she-bang. It was overkill for a clinical assassination. Then I recognised Tell and I wasn’t sure any more. Then the whole place went to hell in a hand-basket and it was every woman for herself.”
Ro' was still watching the Orion, "So, with no memory, you sided with the two humans who were waving weaponry and decided to throw a grenade? YOU - I like!"
He turned back to the crew, "But we are still stuck here. When the Propsero turned up we were grounded. Linx tried to go across and explain things, but then the Corporate trade ships turned up and... well everything went haywire. We can't get past them without fixing our cloak. And we don't have anyone on board who knows anything about D12 class cloaks."
"Maria'an coughed to get their attention "Ive got extensive knowledge of those cloaks, pretty old school really; mostly tearing them up, but occasional putting them back together. I can fix your junk."
“I’ve had some experience too,” Marie said. “Enough to be of assistance without getting in the way.” She noticed people looking strangely at her. “We used modified ones back on Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie to hide weapons caches and the like,” she explained.
Ro' looked between the two women wearing waiters clothes, "Part of our agreement to accept Starfleet would be no Federation races would be given access to our cloak technology. We made no such assurances about the Orion. Marie, get the ship ready for take off in any other way you can. You!" He pointed his finger to the Orion. "What's your name?"
Marie looked ‘Ro squarely in the eye. “Let me point out that Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie is not a Federation world,” she said before the Orion could get a word in edgewise. “It has not recognized the Federation and the Federation has no presence there. Also let me point out that you are not giving access to your cloak technology to me. I already understand the technology. Nor am I proposing to somehow acquire the technology, merely to assist in getting it working again. Anyway, when did you start getting squeamish about such niceties as what the Federation wants or does not want? You have non-Klingons in your crew including races who are nominally Federation because we happen to be human. We’re exposed to Klingon technology, including cloaking devices, whether you and the Federation like it or not.”
Ro' rolled his eyes, "I swear one day you will argue open the doors of Sto Vo Kor to get in. It was not Starfleet that issued the edict, I did. It was one of the conditions for allowing Humans, a Federation race, onto my ship. JaqwI' will assist. You... will do as you are told."
Turning to Mariaa'n, "If you can fix the cloak then you have earned yourself at rip out of here, and a position on my crew. Tell, go find the Starfleet Scout and get he back on board. I don't want to risk comms chatter."
Meanwhile, Israna was walking through the dense shrubs to look for anything unusual.... This place was to quiet; no birds, no animals. Just trees and landscape. Suddenly, I bleep came up on her radar behind her. She laughed.
"Yes?" Israna chuckled as she turned around, "Is it you Tell or Ro'...." She saw the figure in alarm. "What the.....!?"
Tell had seen the young woman outside of the FHew and wondered what she was up to. The engineer would have turned away and left her to get on with it but her curiosity got the better of her. She sighed frustratingly and thought that Israna was just asking, or better still wanting, trouble. Tell grabbed a jacket and went out to look for her.
"What the hell are you doing out here, Starfleet?" Tell asked her "Looking for bugs by any chance? Time to stop sneaking around and get back on the ship. I'm sure you have work to do. If not I can always find you something."