*Tara A then thinks back as Wilson is clutching at the air.. Why did Ebren really send this lunatic with her? Or was it something else?*
Tara A: Why exactly are you here again?
Wilson: *Snapping out of it..* What? Your beastly boy asked me to, dunno why. Baby sitting isn't... ****... he did know to a point? Or was it the prophets?
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
*Tara A then thinks back as Wilson is clutching at the air.. Why did Ebren really send this lunatic with her? Or was it something else?*
Tara A: Why exactly are you here again?
Wilson: *Snapping out of it..* What? Your beastly boy asked me to, dunno why. Baby sitting isn't... ****... he did know to a point? Or was it the prophets?
Tara A: That's what I'm wondering...
Wilson: Great... Why not get me a pass to a Ferengi Hotel-Casino... *He sighs* Blasted Prophets and their off manipulations... Maximum effort.
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
*Taizen sits at another cafe on the station watching the little creatures and their silly games. He isn't looking like his usual self. He is using a illusion of a Republic pee on in the Prime Minister's Cabinet.. Dhaki next to him in a similar Aid illusion..*
Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Taizen sits at another cafe on the station watching the little creatures and their silly games. He isn't looking like his usual self. He is using a illusion of a Republic pee on in the Prime Minister's Cabinet.. Dhaki next to him in a similar Aid illusion..*
Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
OOC: Matt's still at the Front securing Tura Prime. It's not like him to leave in the middle of a war.
*M Dani walks up to him.*
M Dani: They find it useful. A show of unity through common competition. Terra Prime had similar events in its ancient past.
*Meanwhile, Sam is speaking with Admiral Hargrave.*
Hargrave: Most of the front is stable, but the situation at Deltos III isn't improving.
Sam: Do what you have to, Admiral. We can't let the Alliance take that shipyard.
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
*Taizen sits at another cafe on the station watching the little creatures and their silly games. He isn't looking like his usual self. He is using a illusion of a Republic pee on in the Prime Minister's Cabinet.. Dhaki next to him in a similar Aid illusion..*
Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
OOC: Matt's still at the Front securing Tura Prime. It's not like him to leave in the middle of a war.
*M Dani walks up to him.*
M Dani: They find it useful. A show of unity through common competition. Terra Prime had similar events in its ancient past.
*Meanwhile, Sam is speaking with Admiral Hargrave.*
Hargrave: Most of the front is stable, but the situation at Deltos III isn't improving.
Sam: Do what you have to, Admiral. We can't let the Alliance take that shipyard.
Hargrave: Crystal clear. I'll take care of it.
*Hargrave walks off as Sam speaks with Karn.*
*OOC: Okay I will modify it later.*
Skull: Perhaps.. but they are far from united as a display like this goes. Such a farce.
*He steps away from the railing.. to Admiral Hargrave..*
Skull: Oh Hello Admiral.. *His skull like appearance always unnerves people for more reasons than just one.* I take it your accommodations are satisfactory as well as the security?
*IPMA Director goes by them both to Jamal who is in the room playing the aging Federation Ambassador. *
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
*Sala pays the get up no heed but can't help but to think that James would love to see this either for a laugh or to be a dog. As much as that last part bugged her it made her snicker deep down. Mila did not miss that snicker at a random thought.*
*Taizen sits at another cafe on the station watching the little creatures and their silly games. He isn't looking like his usual self. He is using a illusion of a Republic pee on in the Prime Minister's Cabinet.. Dhaki next to him in a similar Aid illusion..*
Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
OOC: Matt's still at the Front securing Tura Prime. It's not like him to leave in the middle of a war.
*M Dani walks up to him.*
M Dani: They find it useful. A show of unity through common competition. Terra Prime had similar events in its ancient past.
*Meanwhile, Sam is speaking with Admiral Hargrave.*
Hargrave: Most of the front is stable, but the situation at Deltos III isn't improving.
Sam: Do what you have to, Admiral. We can't let the Alliance take that shipyard.
Hargrave: Crystal clear. I'll take care of it.
*Hargrave walks off as Sam speaks with Karn.*
*OOC: Okay I will modify it later.*
Skull: Perhaps.. but they are far from united as a display like this goes. Such a farce.
*He steps away from the railing.. to Admiral Hargrave..*
Skull: Oh Hello Admiral.. *His skull like appearance always unnerves people for more reasons than just one.* I take it your accommodations are satisfactory as well as the security?
*IPMA Director goes by them both to Jamal who is in the room playing the aging Federation Ambassador. *
Hargrave: Yes, thank you. If you will excuse me...
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
*Sala pays the get up no heed but can't help but to think that James would love to see this either for a laugh or to be a dog. As much as that last part bugged her it made her snicker deep down. Mila did not miss that snicker at a random thought.*
*Taizen sits at another cafe on the station watching the little creatures and their silly games. He isn't looking like his usual self. He is using a illusion of a Republic pee on in the Prime Minister's Cabinet.. Dhaki next to him in a similar Aid illusion..*
Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
OOC: Matt's still at the Front securing Tura Prime. It's not like him to leave in the middle of a war.
*M Dani walks up to him.*
M Dani: They find it useful. A show of unity through common competition. Terra Prime had similar events in its ancient past.
*Meanwhile, Sam is speaking with Admiral Hargrave.*
Hargrave: Most of the front is stable, but the situation at Deltos III isn't improving.
Sam: Do what you have to, Admiral. We can't let the Alliance take that shipyard.
Hargrave: Crystal clear. I'll take care of it.
*Hargrave walks off as Sam speaks with Karn.*
*OOC: Okay I will modify it later.*
Skull: Perhaps.. but they are far from united as a display like this goes. Such a farce.
*He steps away from the railing.. to Admiral Hargrave..*
Skull: Oh Hello Admiral.. *His skull like appearance always unnerves people for more reasons than just one.* I take it your accommodations are satisfactory as well as the security?
*IPMA Director goes by them both to Jamal who is in the room playing the aging Federation Ambassador. *
Hargrave: Yes, thank you. If you will excuse me...
Skull: *Pays him no mind, a little rodent he thinks.. as he goes over to Jamal..*
*Jamal chats briefly with the director as he soon leaves and Skull leans on the pillar*
Jamal: Security is in place no doubt.
Skull: Of course it is. I know the rats have probably come to play.
Jamal: *sighs* Let them be for now. Rodents can be useful things as well. Not to mention somewhat adorable.
Skull: We missed a friend before his talk came..
Jamal: Oh.. such a pity. The dog usually comes back to his home soon enough..
*Skull leaves when he sees Karn and Sam come over. *
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
*Sala pays the get up no heed but can't help but to think that James would love to see this either for a laugh or to be a dog. As much as that last part bugged her it made her snicker deep down. Mila did not miss that snicker at a random thought.*
Mila: What?
Sala: Women in tight outfits.. just thinking about something funny I heard from Casval regarding James' track record..
*Quinton docks the shuttle and places the shuttle in park.. The rest of the team is in civilian garb. As is he given the tight fit of the shirt. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
Sasha: Alright, the rest of you head to the safehouse. Check in and register yourselves to the security systems..
*Before long, Mila and Sala unpack, sharing a room at the village. Colas comes in a few minutes later.*
Colas: I have your uniforms here.
Okay, so, here's the basis of this mission: every Interstellar Games, Starfleet and the Republic Navy have a competition seperate as a kind of ice-breaker for every sport. You two are competing for Starfleet's team in the hand--to-hand combat event, which means you'll have access to Leah Carvan on the Republic Team. See what you can find out and if there's any way you can arrest her without sparking a diplomatic incident.
Sala: Hand to hand... Fantastic. Do we have a profile to work with?
*Casval comes on the secured channel*
Casval: Good I have this thing working, This thing is out of date as far as the tech is concerned. However, Republic databases are quite easy enough to get a peak in. The problem will be getting into anything personal on Carvan's logs.
Colas: On profile coming up. *She taps her combadge.* Nice work ensign. Can you read out her profile for us?
Casval: She has been an Ensign for a few years at the Republic bases around Rishi, where most of the arms came from. Her participation in the games has been at least two times before. Never getting into the final three. She is due to be on the Thames after the games transferring to another station on DS42. As far as a medical file that will take some time, the security locks on those files are harder to get a hold of. As far as discipline goes she has been cited many times for disorderly and disobeying her superior officer. So I am going to venture a wild guess as to what we are expecting here..
Colas: Go ahead.
Casval: This ensign is not respectful of authority, and perhaps has been looking for a way out.. She may indeed be a rebel, so expect a fight if things go south.
Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
*Sala pays the get up no heed but can't help but to think that James would love to see this either for a laugh or to be a dog. As much as that last part bugged her it made her snicker deep down. Mila did not miss that snicker at a random thought.*
Mila: What?
Sala: Women in tight outfits.. just thinking about something funny I heard from Casval regarding James' track record..
Susan: Maybe they'll think it just broke because of poor maintenance?
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Triss: We came in to check on you.
Karen: Poor maintenance involving the computer system being corrupted, wiped or told to do something outside the door's physical parameters? And only to one door?
*R.A.S. Verdun.*
Satin: Oh... Thanks, I guess...
Kara: How are you doing?
Satin: Okay... It's not easy finding out everything you've been fighting for is based on a misunderstanding.
Kara: I don't suppose it is...
*A security officer comes in and walks over to Satin.*
Security Officer: Satin Carillon?
Satin: Yes?
Security Officer: Colonel Sykes sent me. He thinks there's something you should see.
Kara: Mind if I tag along? She's my prisoner, Captain Kara Chase.
Security Officer: Fine.
*He leads all three of them to the security office, where Satin is shown a message from her Homeworld.*
Colonel Sykes: This was broadcasted across all channels a 10 minutes ago.
*The message shows a family blindfolded and on their knees, with two Alliance soldiers, one of them a girl no older than Satin herself. The one in front of the family, a sergeant, begins speaking.*
Alliance Sergeant: We have been informed of a deserter, possibly defector.
Satin: Oh my God. That's my family!
Alliance Sergeant: Satin Carillon has allowed the Republic tyrants to take her and has joined them willingly.
Satin: That's not true!
Alliance Sergeant: Let no traitor make this mistake: just because we cannot reach you, doesn't mean you cannot be punished. Start with the brother. Then father. Mother last.
Satin: No. No, no...
*The girl shoots them each in sequence in the back, waiting for each to fall forward before killing the next as Satin breaks down in distress. The message ends as Kara kneels down and holds Sara tight, looking at Triss sombrely.*
Osman is in her office looking over reports as a young officer walks in.
Officer: ma'am this message was picked up and I flagged. It was an open transmission working on locating the signal source still.
Osman: thank you.
He nods as he walks out and the door closes.
Osman: well let's see what it is.
She watchsaid the alliance message play and becomes sick to her stomach watching it she had seen the report of the captured girl. It still made her sick they where using basically children in their attacks.
Osman: computer send file to Burns and alpha 002.
Computer: file sent.
Osman: also send Burns a coded message make sure he watchs his and the delegates back.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
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Tara A: That's what I'm wondering...
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Mila: What are her CQC scores? Can you access her training records?
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Burns: well it doesn't look like anyone was killed when I was gone.
Asher: no all has been quite.
Burns: well I suppose that's a good things.
Casval: That will take time, since the competition is for a couple days I will have it soon enough. By the way Commander, hooking into the station security feeds and surveillance was a tricky thing considering the Republic likes to use unorthodox programming. But I did manage to piggyback into it. Right now the Ensign is at the Village.. but so is someone else we are looking for.
*He brings up a grainy image of Cassi at a cafe table, unassuming...*
If she is here then it means we may have a bigger problem.. and perhaps a explosive one.
Wilson: Great... Why not get me a pass to a Ferengi Hotel-Casino... *He sighs* Blasted Prophets and their off manipulations... Maximum effort.
Mila: I'll deal with her.
Colas: No. You're supposed to be competing, you can't go nuclear like that.
Ensign, see if you can shadow her with the security feeds. We'll deal with her when we get an opportunity.
*She looks at Mila and Sala.*
In the meantime, you two should focus on your primary mission - showing the Republic what Starfleet can do. *Smirks.*
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Dhaki: He is ready to be released, now that he has been broken.
Taizen: He would have broken eventually, let him go back to his ship. Have them come here, we will have use of him soon enough.
Oh.. I assume Wrath has been notified of this opportunity?
Dhaki: Of course. He will be arriving with his charge soon enough. I hear he looks more like his father than the others do.
Taizen: Delightful..
*At the leaders booth over looking the coming ceremony Skull looks out at the foolishness. M-Dani is not far off disguised well.. This particular display of the galaxy has always bothered him, but he has to keep an eye on the Delegation.. Sam, Her husband, The Federation President, and so on.*
Skull: *muttering only to himself* So much language and culture and for what?
Sala: Yes mam.. *She can't help but to feel concerned about the revelations.. and Mila nearly being a loose cannon.* Come on Mila..
OOC: Matt's still at the Front securing Tura Prime. It's not like him to leave in the middle of a war.
*M Dani walks up to him.*
M Dani: They find it useful. A show of unity through common competition. Terra Prime had similar events in its ancient past.
*Meanwhile, Sam is speaking with Admiral Hargrave.*
Hargrave: Most of the front is stable, but the situation at Deltos III isn't improving.
Sam: Do what you have to, Admiral. We can't let the Alliance take that shipyard.
Hargrave: Crystal clear. I'll take care of it.
*Hargrave walks off as Sam speaks with Karn.*
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*Mila sighs and opens the case with her uniform. It's a cropped sports top with trunks and training mask, as well as a pair of gloves and face-guard. The overall design is white with a gold Starfleet chevron, demarcated by a red outline. Sala's has the same design, but may have different components.*
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*OOC: Okay I will modify it later.*
Skull: Perhaps.. but they are far from united as a display like this goes. Such a farce.
*He steps away from the railing.. to Admiral Hargrave..*
Skull: Oh Hello Admiral.. *His skull like appearance always unnerves people for more reasons than just one.* I take it your accommodations are satisfactory as well as the security?
*IPMA Director goes by them both to Jamal who is in the room playing the aging Federation Ambassador. *
*Sala pays the get up no heed but can't help but to think that James would love to see this either for a laugh or to be a dog. As much as that last part bugged her it made her snicker deep down. Mila did not miss that snicker at a random thought.*
Hargrave: Yes, thank you. If you will excuse me...
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Mila: What?
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Skull: *Pays him no mind, a little rodent he thinks.. as he goes over to Jamal..*
*Jamal chats briefly with the director as he soon leaves and Skull leans on the pillar*
Jamal: Security is in place no doubt.
Skull: Of course it is. I know the rats have probably come to play.
Jamal: *sighs* Let them be for now. Rodents can be useful things as well. Not to mention somewhat adorable.
Skull: We missed a friend before his talk came..
Jamal: Oh.. such a pity. The dog usually comes back to his home soon enough..
*Skull leaves when he sees Karn and Sam come over. *
Sala: Women in tight outfits.. just thinking about something funny I heard from Casval regarding James' track record..
Mila: Yeah, he'd be loving this.
Come on, we should probably start training.
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***
Triss: You done?
Karen: Sue, there are only two Synthesisers on this ship...
*R.A.S. Verdun.*
Satin: Yeah, why?
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***
Triss: We came in to check on you.
Karen: Poor maintenance involving the computer system being corrupted, wiped or told to do something outside the door's physical parameters? And only to one door?
*R.A.S. Verdun.*
Satin: Oh... Thanks, I guess...
Kara: How are you doing?
Satin: Okay... It's not easy finding out everything you've been fighting for is based on a misunderstanding.
Kara: I don't suppose it is...
*A security officer comes in and walks over to Satin.*
Security Officer: Satin Carillon?
Satin: Yes?
Security Officer: Colonel Sykes sent me. He thinks there's something you should see.
Kara: Mind if I tag along? She's my prisoner, Captain Kara Chase.
Security Officer: Fine.
*He leads all three of them to the security office, where Satin is shown a message from her Homeworld.*
Colonel Sykes: This was broadcasted across all channels a 10 minutes ago.
*The message shows a family blindfolded and on their knees, with two Alliance soldiers, one of them a girl no older than Satin herself. The one in front of the family, a sergeant, begins speaking.*
Alliance Sergeant: We have been informed of a deserter, possibly defector.
Satin: Oh my God. That's my family!
Alliance Sergeant: Satin Carillon has allowed the Republic tyrants to take her and has joined them willingly.
Satin: That's not true!
Alliance Sergeant: Let no traitor make this mistake: just because we cannot reach you, doesn't mean you cannot be punished. Start with the brother. Then father. Mother last.
Satin: No. No, no...
*The girl shoots them each in sequence in the back, waiting for each to fall forward before killing the next as Satin breaks down in distress. The message ends as Kara kneels down and holds Sara tight, looking at Triss sombrely.*
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Susan: It could happen!
*An hour later, Kara is talking to Garrick over subspace.*
Kara: You remember back at the academy? How it only took a couple of days for us to... You know?
*S.S. Tora Ziyal.*
Karen: You know, you could just tell my Dad. You;re not going to get in trouble for it.
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Garrick: Yes?
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Susan: okay...
Kara: Do you ever miss that?
*Tora Ziyal. The pair go find Luke and tell them what happened.*
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Garrick: Sometimes.
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Susan: I'm really sorry.
Officer: ma'am this message was picked up and I flagged. It was an open transmission working on locating the signal source still.
Osman: thank you.
He nods as he walks out and the door closes.
Osman: well let's see what it is.
She watchsaid the alliance message play and becomes sick to her stomach watching it she had seen the report of the captured girl. It still made her sick they where using basically children in their attacks.
Osman: computer send file to Burns and alpha 002.
Computer: file sent.
Osman: also send Burns a coded message make sure he watchs his and the delegates back.