IKC FHew 7C6110
Bugging Out – A new lead
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
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Lecture room 17 was finally empty. The party had gone on for days. Klingons knew that one way to avoid hangover was putting off sobering up.
Now they had all dragged themselves back to their beds. The worst hit was Maria'an. The three way drinking contest had gone against her badly. Israna had dropped out fairly early, but Jared had stayed the distance. After the first hour he was teetering so much she was sure that one more drink would end him. That had gone on for another fourty three drinks. After she had passed out, conceding defeat and earning a weeks worth of Lach's Targ duty, she had been dragged back to the ship, where she was informed by a totally sober Jared that his race was basically immune to imbibed poisons, and that she was not the first victim of this trick. It was a sort of induction ceremony. She and Israna was now really part of the crew.
When Lach had tried it on Mike the second evening of the party Tell had offered to remove his spleen through his ears and the matter was dropped.
Ro' became aware of a beeping. It was quiet, but insistent. He rolled his head to one side and saw a small light next to the internal comms flashing. Someone was messaging him.
Let them wait, he thought, rolling over again.
The beep increased in pitch slightly, increasing in irritation if not in volume.
Ro' rolled back. Someone was going to be very unhappy at having woken him.
"NuqneH?" he demanded.
The newly synthesized voice of Jeeves came over the Comms, "My apologies, sir. You asked me to notify you when I had found significant information pertaining to the Company's vulnerability."
"I wha...?" muttered Ro' not fully coherent.
"You wanted me to tell you when I found a way to hurt the Corporation," Jeeves tried again. "I have found it."
An hour later the crew were gathered in varied states of undress and hygiene in the conference room. Ro' now very much awake was indicating to a star system on the display wall.
"It is a back water nowhere. The sun is white dwarf and all the planets are long dead. Apparently it is also the location of the Prometheus R&D labs; the primary installation for Corporate innovation. Anything new they are going to make, sell or use will be started here."
"We are going to hurt them. The question is how best to do it."
"We could simply blow the place up, depending on how large it is, but that may require us to go onto the station and set charges in significant locations."
"Alternatively, we could access their Database of inventions and release them publicly before the Corporates can get a monopoly. That still requires us to get inside and access key sites."
"So our first step is to get to the system and find this base. Then we send a team on board and they can do either or both."
"Any questions, especially from our newest members?" he turned to the group.
Marie considered the options. That, in itself was an effort. She had at least had some sleep while the ‘debriefing’ was going on but then had rejoined it. She was regretting that decision. Still and all, it had had its benefits and she fondly recalled them.
“I don’t suppose we can organise a blockade?” she mused. “Sort of keep them confined in this location?”
She saw the blank looks around her, “No, I thought not. Looks like its just us against the universe. Hell, the more things change, the more they stay the same!”
Mike, using an improvised walking stick, shuffles forward. "Umm, might I ask what you have against this corporation? I've never even heard of them." She pauses for a moment. "Though I 'spose my input won't mean much, I'm only a Doctor after all, not much of a tactical person."
Ro' gestured to her, "One of the reasons I am sending you with the team is so you can get a look first hand at this Corporation and how it operates. They think that honour is bought and sold; they have blackmailed us on at least one occasion. Worse still they are allied with a Vetus, one of Jared's people; a race with access to technology millions of years ahead of our own."
"Well... technically millions of years BEHIND your own," Jared corrected nervously. "But the principle of your statement is sound!"
Ro ignored him, "This one, in particular, is a war monger. We want to shut them down."
"It may interest you to know, doctor," the digital voice of the computer chimed in, "that the Corporation were the original source of the formula known as Aelemodic Serum - which in the hands of the Cardassians I believe your people knew as 'bloodfire'. I believe it was one of the Cardassian's more... extreme methods of extracting information. That's until it was phased out by the dominion in favour of their own methods, of course."
Jared spoke up again, "Captain... if this X-Lab or whatever we want to call it is where 'V' is storing his special projects, that place could have some of the most exotic and powerful weaponry and technology in the galaxy. I mean... hand-held dark-matter weaponry, pinpoint singularity charges, spacial folding tech, quadralithium shockwave torpedoes, wraithblades, personal cloaking... we need to get in and out without so much as getting sighted or things will get NASTY."
“When have they never gotten nasty?” Marie asked. “Nasty and the FHew are linked inextricably.”
Ro' actually smiled at this, "All the more honour for the survivours. Still no chances to be taken. We will go in cloak. I believe Maria'an has managed to fiddle and upgrade our cloak a little. Will there be any issues with it?"
Maria'an coughed. "You mean Besides it being a 50 year old piece of crap, rebuilt with half-broken parts on the ferengi market, covered in grease and smashed together by klings like a kid with blocks? No. no issues outside the normal"
"Any other concerns or questions? When we get tin there is will be total radio silence, so ask them now!"
Mike speaks up again. "All I'm going to do is get in the way and either injure myself or get someone else injured. Are you sure I should even be stepping onto this station if even half of what I have been told here is true?"
Ro' turned to the Federation officer, "I have 16 crew members on this ship and no passengers. Can you fly her? Can you fix the engines or the Cloak? Can you plot a decent torpedo solution? No. So the best thing you can do is go on the away team and soak up disruptor fire for a useful member of crew. That is unless you think you can be useful down there when things get nasty, because you won't be any use here on the ship."
Mike glares at Ro. "You do realise that you're meant to be building positive relations, and not ones that get new Starfleet members of your crew killed. This is not a good way to go about starting these relations." Mike turns and heads for the door.
"I have not dismissed you, beq," Ro' says quietly. HoS steps in front of the door to bloke Mike's exit. "Let me make a few things clear up front. It is not my job to build positive relations. That's her job," here Ro' stabbed a thumb towards Lynx Moonshadow. "It is MY job to Captain this ship. It is YOUR job to follow orders until you die. If you feel you are not up to the task, Germite will see your resignation is quick and painless. You wanted to find out about Klingon Medicine; you can't do that without going to where the Klingons are getting hurt. If you feel that you are being treated unfairly, take it up with Linx. She is your liaison."
He paused, "But in the spirit of love and flowers, I will give you this option. If you can find a junior officer who is NOT going and swap roles with them, I will accept you remaining on the ship."
Tell yawned and dragged her fingers through her hair. She had been having a really good dream before she was woken up and wanted to get back to it. "So how soon can we get in there blow the place to smithereens and then get out without getting ourselves Killed?
Ro' differed to Bruce, "Strike! Well, we can leave port in an hour, but even at Warp 6 it'll take us a week to get there. Fair suck of the sauce, It is at the opposite end of the triangle."
"Plenty of time for my crew to fully recover then," Ro' acknowledged.
“Yeah, plenty of time to get us patched up so we can get injured all over again," Marie snarled. “Looks like the new medic will have her work cut out for her. OK, so no time for a shopping trip, I gather. Excuse me while I go down to the torpedo bays and see if I can patch them up while we’re at it.”
"Someone say 'shopping'?" tell asked "I have a list as long as my arm for engineering bits and pieces and things. Can we stop off somewhere?"
Ro' sighed inwardly. There are times he felt he was commanding Ferrengi. "You have one hour for whatever shopping you can manage. However, I think there will be more than enough merchandise at this Prometheus Facility to fill our hold. NOW, you are dismissed."
HoS stepped aside from the door once more.
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
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| Title | A new lead | |
| Mission | Bugging Out | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' HIchop Matlh | |
| Posted | Mon May 12, 2014 @ 1:53am | |
| Location | IKC FHew | |
| Timeline | 3 days after the lecture |
Now they had all dragged themselves back to their beds. The worst hit was Maria'an. The three way drinking contest had gone against her badly. Israna had dropped out fairly early, but Jared had stayed the distance. After the first hour he was teetering so much she was sure that one more drink would end him. That had gone on for another fourty three drinks. After she had passed out, conceding defeat and earning a weeks worth of Lach's Targ duty, she had been dragged back to the ship, where she was informed by a totally sober Jared that his race was basically immune to imbibed poisons, and that she was not the first victim of this trick. It was a sort of induction ceremony. She and Israna was now really part of the crew.
When Lach had tried it on Mike the second evening of the party Tell had offered to remove his spleen through his ears and the matter was dropped.
Ro' became aware of a beeping. It was quiet, but insistent. He rolled his head to one side and saw a small light next to the internal comms flashing. Someone was messaging him.
Let them wait, he thought, rolling over again.
The beep increased in pitch slightly, increasing in irritation if not in volume.
Ro' rolled back. Someone was going to be very unhappy at having woken him.
"NuqneH?" he demanded.
The newly synthesized voice of Jeeves came over the Comms, "My apologies, sir. You asked me to notify you when I had found significant information pertaining to the Company's vulnerability."
"I wha...?" muttered Ro' not fully coherent.
"You wanted me to tell you when I found a way to hurt the Corporation," Jeeves tried again. "I have found it."
An hour later the crew were gathered in varied states of undress and hygiene in the conference room. Ro' now very much awake was indicating to a star system on the display wall.
"It is a back water nowhere. The sun is white dwarf and all the planets are long dead. Apparently it is also the location of the Prometheus R&D labs; the primary installation for Corporate innovation. Anything new they are going to make, sell or use will be started here."
"We are going to hurt them. The question is how best to do it."
"We could simply blow the place up, depending on how large it is, but that may require us to go onto the station and set charges in significant locations."
"Alternatively, we could access their Database of inventions and release them publicly before the Corporates can get a monopoly. That still requires us to get inside and access key sites."
"So our first step is to get to the system and find this base. Then we send a team on board and they can do either or both."
"Any questions, especially from our newest members?" he turned to the group.
Marie considered the options. That, in itself was an effort. She had at least had some sleep while the ‘debriefing’ was going on but then had rejoined it. She was regretting that decision. Still and all, it had had its benefits and she fondly recalled them.
“I don’t suppose we can organise a blockade?” she mused. “Sort of keep them confined in this location?”
She saw the blank looks around her, “No, I thought not. Looks like its just us against the universe. Hell, the more things change, the more they stay the same!”
Mike, using an improvised walking stick, shuffles forward. "Umm, might I ask what you have against this corporation? I've never even heard of them." She pauses for a moment. "Though I 'spose my input won't mean much, I'm only a Doctor after all, not much of a tactical person."
Ro' gestured to her, "One of the reasons I am sending you with the team is so you can get a look first hand at this Corporation and how it operates. They think that honour is bought and sold; they have blackmailed us on at least one occasion. Worse still they are allied with a Vetus, one of Jared's people; a race with access to technology millions of years ahead of our own."
"Well... technically millions of years BEHIND your own," Jared corrected nervously. "But the principle of your statement is sound!"
Ro ignored him, "This one, in particular, is a war monger. We want to shut them down."
"It may interest you to know, doctor," the digital voice of the computer chimed in, "that the Corporation were the original source of the formula known as Aelemodic Serum - which in the hands of the Cardassians I believe your people knew as 'bloodfire'. I believe it was one of the Cardassian's more... extreme methods of extracting information. That's until it was phased out by the dominion in favour of their own methods, of course."
Jared spoke up again, "Captain... if this X-Lab or whatever we want to call it is where 'V' is storing his special projects, that place could have some of the most exotic and powerful weaponry and technology in the galaxy. I mean... hand-held dark-matter weaponry, pinpoint singularity charges, spacial folding tech, quadralithium shockwave torpedoes, wraithblades, personal cloaking... we need to get in and out without so much as getting sighted or things will get NASTY."
“When have they never gotten nasty?” Marie asked. “Nasty and the FHew are linked inextricably.”
Ro' actually smiled at this, "All the more honour for the survivours. Still no chances to be taken. We will go in cloak. I believe Maria'an has managed to fiddle and upgrade our cloak a little. Will there be any issues with it?"
Maria'an coughed. "You mean Besides it being a 50 year old piece of crap, rebuilt with half-broken parts on the ferengi market, covered in grease and smashed together by klings like a kid with blocks? No. no issues outside the normal"
"Any other concerns or questions? When we get tin there is will be total radio silence, so ask them now!"
Mike speaks up again. "All I'm going to do is get in the way and either injure myself or get someone else injured. Are you sure I should even be stepping onto this station if even half of what I have been told here is true?"
Ro' turned to the Federation officer, "I have 16 crew members on this ship and no passengers. Can you fly her? Can you fix the engines or the Cloak? Can you plot a decent torpedo solution? No. So the best thing you can do is go on the away team and soak up disruptor fire for a useful member of crew. That is unless you think you can be useful down there when things get nasty, because you won't be any use here on the ship."
Mike glares at Ro. "You do realise that you're meant to be building positive relations, and not ones that get new Starfleet members of your crew killed. This is not a good way to go about starting these relations." Mike turns and heads for the door.
"I have not dismissed you, beq," Ro' says quietly. HoS steps in front of the door to bloke Mike's exit. "Let me make a few things clear up front. It is not my job to build positive relations. That's her job," here Ro' stabbed a thumb towards Lynx Moonshadow. "It is MY job to Captain this ship. It is YOUR job to follow orders until you die. If you feel you are not up to the task, Germite will see your resignation is quick and painless. You wanted to find out about Klingon Medicine; you can't do that without going to where the Klingons are getting hurt. If you feel that you are being treated unfairly, take it up with Linx. She is your liaison."
He paused, "But in the spirit of love and flowers, I will give you this option. If you can find a junior officer who is NOT going and swap roles with them, I will accept you remaining on the ship."
Tell yawned and dragged her fingers through her hair. She had been having a really good dream before she was woken up and wanted to get back to it. "So how soon can we get in there blow the place to smithereens and then get out without getting ourselves Killed?
Ro' differed to Bruce, "Strike! Well, we can leave port in an hour, but even at Warp 6 it'll take us a week to get there. Fair suck of the sauce, It is at the opposite end of the triangle."
"Plenty of time for my crew to fully recover then," Ro' acknowledged.
“Yeah, plenty of time to get us patched up so we can get injured all over again," Marie snarled. “Looks like the new medic will have her work cut out for her. OK, so no time for a shopping trip, I gather. Excuse me while I go down to the torpedo bays and see if I can patch them up while we’re at it.”
"Someone say 'shopping'?" tell asked "I have a list as long as my arm for engineering bits and pieces and things. Can we stop off somewhere?"
Ro' sighed inwardly. There are times he felt he was commanding Ferrengi. "You have one hour for whatever shopping you can manage. However, I think there will be more than enough merchandise at this Prometheus Facility to fill our hold. NOW, you are dismissed."
HoS stepped aside from the door once more.