Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jul 25, 2020 17:49:12 GMT
Kova then nodded at the security team, making them aware it was okay to move forward and position themselves at the doors into Sickbay. Kova then began to press the panel on her computer. Once she found the EMH program, she began to upload the character program and modifying the necessary subroutines. Why someone had ordered this creature to look like a pissed off Klingon-Naussican baby tragedy she'd never know. Whatever the reason it paid the bills. Once the upload was complete her eyes moved towards Avi. "Looks like you're up." Kova gestured towards the access panel one of the guards had removed adjacent to the door. Kova was tempted to tease Avi by asking if she wanted the Andorian to hold her hand, but thought better of it. Of course, that wouldn't stop her from telling the story that way later on. Either way, it was up to the Bolian to get them inside. Meanwhile, Kova waited a few seconds before activating the hologram inside Sickbay... that had a penchant for playing wall ball with Kurjarians (as the ball.) Avi Moz | Security → outside sickbay ]Avi slipped up and out of her chair after Kova, all appearances the agreeable and consenting civilian contractor attending upon a noble mission. The only trace of her true simmering resentment was a long last look at Matthew Harmon. As for Kova, the Andorian's attention-seeking and antennae-flicking were obviously, to Avi, a cover for whatever insecurity had her groveling for Starfleet approval. Or something. She jogged quickly and easily alongside Kova and the rest of the security team, pulling her Nyberrite Alliance jacket on loosely again. Avi made little effort to conceal herself, but there wasn't hardly anyone to see the strange party pass by. Once they arrived on deck 10, Kova cooked up her light-up nightmares and unceremoniously handed it over to Avi pull the pin, as it were. "You're chasing freighter ash with Harmon," Avi said to Kova, first words she'd said since they'd left Security. The opening behind the panel was small, but when Avi pulled up an adjacent bit of grating along the floor it revealed a Bolian-sized gap. It was left over from some retrofit but it exposed a vulnerable part of the door's machinery. "With all of them," she said with a sweet smile. Then Avi took a neutron spanner and disappeared into the floor. Fifteen long seconds later, there came what sounded like an explosion under the floor, the sickbay doors jumped in their track, and smoke came billowing out of the gap in the paneling. [Divri - Sickbay]
Divri was suspicious about what Kece was up to. The diagnostic was odd, but he seemed to be offering to teach him and so Divri decided to trust him. At least for the moment. "No injections?" he asked bewildered, "And its that simple? You don't need advanced training or any more equipment? You just use this...this...hypospray was it?" this was the kind of technology they needed.
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Before Kece could answer, some angry dangerous creature suddenly appeared out of thin air, it attacked one of Divri's men, grabbing him by the throat and choking him. The other man started shooting at the creature but it seemed to do nothing. "What is happening?!?!" he asked Kece, pointing his weapon at the good doctor once again. There was then a loud 'bang', an explosion of some sort and the doors opened. "Get back! Stay out!" he called pointing his weapon towards the door and alternating between looking at it and the monster, his attitude suddenly very skittish. [Chief Dr. Kece Lunn - Sickbay]Kece was terrified, and it showed, as things went wronger and wronger for his captors. "What is this?" he asked, flailing desperately in the face of the weapon, before the balance of power clearly turned. Kece ran to his rightful office, which was currently formally Dr. Baker's (the CMO's office), an inner room within the Sickbay space, and hid in there. The reinforced glass doors would presumably keep him safe, relatively speaking, from whatever monster was currently violently abusing the Kurjarians. Perhaps after this, they would understand why healers were so important, and give him his proper respect.
Soft tag Matthew Harmon , Avi Moz , Kova Sh'qaleq
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Jul 25, 2020 21:17:20 GMT
Avi Moz | Security → outside sickbay ]Avi slipped up and out of her chair after Kova, all appearances the agreeable and consenting civilian contractor attending upon a noble mission. The only trace of her true simmering resentment was a long last look at Matthew Harmon. As for Kova, the Andorian's attention-seeking and antennae-flicking were obviously, to Avi, a cover for whatever insecurity had her groveling for Starfleet approval. Or something. She jogged quickly and easily alongside Kova and the rest of the security team, pulling her Nyberrite Alliance jacket on loosely again. Avi made little effort to conceal herself, but there wasn't hardly anyone to see the strange party pass by. Once they arrived on deck 10, Kova cooked up her light-up nightmares and unceremoniously handed it over to Avi pull the pin, as it were. "You're chasing freighter ash with Harmon," Avi said to Kova, first words she'd said since they'd left Security. The opening behind the panel was small, but when Avi pulled up an adjacent bit of grating along the floor it revealed a Bolian-sized gap. It was left over from some retrofit but it exposed a vulnerable part of the door's machinery. "With all of them," she said with a sweet smile. Then Avi took a neutron spanner and disappeared into the floor. Fifteen long seconds later, there came what sounded like an explosion under the floor, the sickbay doors jumped in their track, and smoke came billowing out of the gap in the paneling. [ Divri - Sickbay]
Divri was suspicious about what Kece was up to. The diagnostic was odd, but he seemed to be offering to teach him and so Divri decided to trust him. At least for the moment. "No injections?" he asked bewildered, "And its that simple? You don't need advanced training or any more equipment? You just use this...this...hypospray was it?" this was the kind of technology they needed. Before Kece could answer, some angry dangerous creature suddenly appeared out of thin air, it attacked one of Divri's men, grabbing him by the throat and choking him. The other man started shooting at the creature but it seemed to do nothing. "What is happening?!?!" he asked Kece, pointing his weapon at the good doctor once again. There was then a loud 'bang', an explosion of some sort and the doors opened. "Get back! Stay out!" he called pointing his weapon towards the door and alternating between looking at it and the monster, his attitude suddenly very skittish. [Chief Dr. Kece Lunn - Sickbay]Kece was terrified, and it showed, as things went wronger and wronger for his captors. "What is this?" he asked, flailing desperately in the face of the weapon, before the balance of power clearly turned. Kece ran to his rightful office, which was currently formally Dr. Baker's (the CMO's office), an inner room within the Sickbay space, and hid in there. The reinforced glass doors would presumably keep him safe, relatively speaking, from whatever monster was currently violently abusing the Kurjarians. Perhaps after this, they would understand why healers were so important, and give him his proper respect. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Kova's eyes turned towards the Bolian as she made the comment about wasting time with Harmon. "What is this?" the Andorian asked as she watched Avi work. Was this supposed to be some sort of sage advice? An attempt to bond as she tried to prevent Kova from selling her soul to some Starfleet devil? "For the record, I don't give a damn about Harmon," she protested. Of course, Avi seemed to follow up with the comment that Kova was wasting her time with 'all of them.' Kova's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing?" Kova asked, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. "Just open the damned door!" This was a hell of a time for the Bolian to attempt to have a Hallmark moment. Or perhaps, was this just Avi's way of trying to get under Kova's skin? Though, the Andorian thought it was best to make things very clear between herself and the Bolian. "You don't know me, so stop acting like you do. I'm not looking for validation from Starfleet or anyone else. Got it?"The sound of an explosion caused the Andorian to jump, clearly startled. However, the source of the explosion was more than evident. Kova continued to stare in the direction of Avi as the Security team did their own job.
Tag: Avi Moz
[NPCs - Ens. Bishop , Ens. Dolan & PO3 Swann, Sickbay, Front Ear Station] The pair of security stared between each other as they listened to the pair of blue-skinned women bicker. Well, it was actually the Andorian that was doing most of the talking, but Avi definitely seemed to be pushing her buttons. Bishop arched an eyebrow at Dolan who merely shrugged. Clearly neither of them understood this was the best time or place to air their drama. Dolan held up a hand to signal the rest of team to listen. "Make sure all phasers are set to stun," Dolan stated. "Three hostiles. Take 'em down hard and fast. Swann?"Swann knelt down a few meters from the door at an angle. The scanner over her eye glowed as she blew a bubble. "Ready," she said after it popped. And no sooner that she made the comment had the door opened after the explosion. The scanner helped her see the targets through some of the smoke that was billowing. She could hear the Kurjarian warning them not to enter. She had him, dead to rights. Center mass. Though, she lowered her aim slightly. This jerk deserved a gut punch. She pulled the trigger as the pulse moved across the distance in barely a blink at her target. With the opening volley, and the first shot of cover made, Dolan and Bishop moved inside. Bishop ducked as the body of a Kurjurian soared through the air and against the bulkhead just to the right of him. "What the hell is that?!" Bishop said seeing the holographic monster. Dolan took aim at the last remaining Kurjarian, exchanging fire and was eventually joined by yet another blast from Swann, who had taken aim at her target. There was a brief pause as Dolan looked around, trying to assess the area. "Are we clear?" Dolan asked. The monster roared again. Deactivate EMH!" The creature faded from view, leaving only living beings in Sickbay. The security officers continued to search about to make certain everyone was accounted for. "Dr. Lunn?"
Tag: Matthew Harmon (Sickbay Kurjarians), Judith Eastman (Kece)
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jul 26, 2020 2:34:48 GMT
[Ensign Yino - Armoury]
Ensign Yino was a young, inexperienced Saurian officer, fresh out of the academy. And at the moment, he happened to be the ranking officer in the Armoury overseeing the process of securing it from possible Kurjarian intruders. He knew deep down however, that were it not for Chief Tlunch, the gruff Tellarite NCO, he would have had no idea what he was doing. In reality, Yino was pretty much just sitting back and allowing the Chief to take charge, Yino simply rubber stamping all his decisions. Suddenly, a group of Kurjarians emerged attacking quickly and without warning. Yino stood there in the middle of the room shell shocked and unable to move. One of the attackers fired a shot, right at the young officer, who was saved only by the quick intervention of Tlunch who rammed into the Saurian, knocking him off his feet and out of way of the disruptor. "Keep your head down!" scolded Tlunch. "Surrender, lay down your arms, we do not wish to hurt anyone!" called out one of the attackers. Tlunch, the ever arrogant and aggressive Tellerite was having none of that, he stood up, took aim and fired several shots with his phaser pistol. He hit one of the attackers, causing a slight squeel of excitement from Yino before he realised the Chief had also been hit. The next series of events happened quickly, a grenade of some sort was thrown and Yino ordered a retreat as he tried to drag Tluch to safety, inside the weapons locker room itself where he and his men barricaded themselves. Once had calmed himself, Yino sent a message.
=/\= Ensign Yino to Chief Meihn...oh god...they've attacked us...they hit the Chief....we're holding out in the weapons locker. Help us, please! =/\= [NPC - Chief Melihn Ryah - Promenade Security Office --> Armory] The other teams were getting on the move, so Ryah gestured for those she wanted to join her - three others who had high marks in sharpshooting - and headed off at at rapid clip to the armory, all the time wondering how in blazes the Kurjarians had made it that deep into such a secure part of the station. The few people still in the corridors quickly moved out of the way of the heavily-armed security team. They moved at a coordinated jog until they got to the turbolift. They rode in serious silence to Level S7, then exited the turbolift and moved cautiously and silently down the corridor to the closed doors of the armory. Ryah raised her rifle to her shoulder and toggled on her scope, aiming it at the doors. This was a nifty little toy that she had on her personal phaser rifle; when she'd taken over station security, she'd requisitioned the same scopes for as many rifles as she could with the argument to Starfleet that they would help reduce collateral damage in exactly these types of circumstances. She could see the Kurjarians moving about in the main area of the armory. She assumed it was the Kurjarians; there was another group beyond them, huddled in one of the large weapons lockers. Those forms were indistinct and overlapping, and out of the line of fire. The chief gestured her team over, and they gathered around her, raising their own rifles to acquire their targets. Ryah moved right up to the door and dropped to one knee, raising the rifle slightly to make sure she'd get a center-body shot. the others took position behind and to the sides at different levels so they wouldn't foul each others' shots. Ryah drew in and slowly released a slow breath before quietly saying, Computer, Release the lock on the armory door. Security bypass Melihn Sigma Tau 7.The doors whooshed open and all four officers immediately squeezed their triggers.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jul 26, 2020 8:07:10 GMT
[Chief Dr. Kece Lunn - Sickbay]Kece was terrified, and it showed, as things went wronger and wronger for his captors. "What is this?" he asked, flailing desperately in the face of the weapon, before the balance of power clearly turned. Kece ran to his rightful office, which was currently formally Dr. Baker's (the CMO's office), an inner room within the Sickbay space, and hid in there. The reinforced glass doors would presumably keep him safe, relatively speaking, from whatever monster was currently violently abusing the Kurjarians. Perhaps after this, they would understand why healers were so important, and give him his proper respect. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Kova's eyes turned towards the Bolian as she made the comment about wasting time with Harmon. "What is this?" the Andorian asked as she watched Avi work. Was this supposed to be some sort of sage advice? An attempt to bond as she tried to prevent Kova from selling her soul to some Starfleet devil? "For the record, I don't give a damn about Harmon," she protested. Of course, Avi seemed to follow up with the comment that Kova was wasting her time with 'all of them.' Kova's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing?" Kova asked, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. "Just open the damned door!" This was a hell of a time for the Bolian to attempt to have a Hallmark moment. Or perhaps, was this just Avi's way of trying to get under Kova's skin? Though, the Andorian thought it was best to make things very clear between herself and the Bolian. "You don't know me, so stop acting like you do. I'm not looking for validation from Starfleet or anyone else. Got it?"The sound of an explosion caused the Andorian to jump, clearly startled. However, the source of the explosion was more than evident. Kova continued to stare in the direction of Avi as the Security team did their own job. [NPCs - Ens. Bishop , Ens. Dolan & PO3 Swann, Sickbay, Front Ear Station] The pair of security stared between each other as they listened to the pair of blue-skinned women bicker. Well, it was actually the Andorian that was doing most of the talking, but Avi definitely seemed to be pushing her buttons. Bishop arched an eyebrow at Dolan who merely shrugged. Clearly neither of them understood this was the best time or place to air their drama. Dolan held up a hand to signal the rest of team to listen. "Make sure all phasers are set to stun," Dolan stated. "Three hostiles. Take 'em down hard and fast. Swann?"Swann knelt down a few meters from the door at an angle. The scanner over her eye glowed as she blew a bubble. "Ready," she said after it popped. And no sooner that she made the comment had the door opened after the explosion. The scanner helped her see the targets through some of the smoke that was billowing. She could hear the Kurjarian warning them not to enter. She had him, dead to rights. Center mass. Though, she lowered her aim slightly. This jerk deserved a gut punch. She pulled the trigger as the pulse moved across the distance in barely a blink at her target. With the opening volley, and the first shot of cover made, Dolan and Bishop moved inside. Bishop ducked as the body of a Kurjurian soared through the air and against the bulkhead just to the right of him. "What the hell is that?!" Bishop said seeing the holographic monster. Dolan took aim at the last remaining Kurjarian, exchanging fire and was eventually joined by yet another blast from Swann, who had taken aim at her target. There was a brief pause as Dolan looked around, trying to assess the area. "Are we clear?" Dolan asked. The monster roared again. Deactivate EMH!" The creature faded from view, leaving only living beings in Sickbay. The security officers continued to search about to make certain everyone was accounted for. "Dr. Lunn?" [Divri - Sickbay]
Divri was the first to be hit, right in the stomach, the blast hurt intensely and he was knocked unconscious to his feet. One went flying into a bulkhead, courtesy of the reprogrammed EMH. He groaned and seemed to be at least partially concious but clearly not in any position to resist. As Kece ran cowardly for cover, the last remaining Kurjarian fired a few shots off towards him but failed to hit anything of note. [Ensign Yino - Armoury]
Ensign Yino was a young, inexperienced Saurian officer, fresh out of the academy. And at the moment, he happened to be the ranking officer in the Armoury overseeing the process of securing it from possible Kurjarian intruders. He knew deep down however, that were it not for Chief Tlunch, the gruff Tellarite NCO, he would have had no idea what he was doing. In reality, Yino was pretty much just sitting back and allowing the Chief to take charge, Yino simply rubber stamping all his decisions. Suddenly, a group of Kurjarians emerged attacking quickly and without warning. Yino stood there in the middle of the room shell shocked and unable to move. One of the attackers fired a shot, right at the young officer, who was saved only by the quick intervention of Tlunch who rammed into the Saurian, knocking him off his feet and out of way of the disruptor. "Keep your head down!" scolded Tlunch. "Surrender, lay down your arms, we do not wish to hurt anyone!" called out one of the attackers. Tlunch, the ever arrogant and aggressive Tellerite was having none of that, he stood up, took aim and fired several shots with his phaser pistol. He hit one of the attackers, causing a slight squeel of excitement from Yino before he realised the Chief had also been hit. The next series of events happened quickly, a grenade of some sort was thrown and Yino ordered a retreat as he tried to drag Tluch to safety, inside the weapons locker room itself where he and his men barricaded themselves. Once had calmed himself, Yino sent a message.
=/\= Ensign Yino to Chief Meihn...oh god...they've attacked us...they hit the Chief....we're holding out in the weapons locker. Help us, please! =/\= [NPC - Chief Melihn Ryah - Promenade Security Office --> Armory] The other teams were getting on the move, so Ryah gestured for those she wanted to join her - three others who had high marks in sharpshooting - and headed off at at rapid clip to the armory, all the time wondering how in blazes the Kurjarians had made it that deep into such a secure part of the station. The few people still in the corridors quickly moved out of the way of the heavily-armed security team. They moved at a coordinated jog until they got to the turbolift. They rode in serious silence to Level S7, then exited the turbolift and moved cautiously and silently down the corridor to the closed doors of the armory. Ryah raised her rifle to her shoulder and toggled on her scope, aiming it at the doors. This was a nifty little toy that she had on her personal phaser rifle; when she'd taken over station security, she'd requisitioned the same scopes for as many rifles as she could with the argument to Starfleet that they would help reduce collateral damage in exactly these types of circumstances. She could see the Kurjarians moving about in the main area of the armory. She assumed it was the Kurjarians; there was another group beyond them, huddled in one of the large weapons lockers. Those forms were indistinct and overlapping, and out of the line of fire. The chief gestured her team over, and they gathered around her, raising their own rifles to acquire their targets. Ryah moved right up to the door and dropped to one knee, raising the rifle slightly to make sure she'd get a center-body shot. the others took position behind and to the sides at different levels so they wouldn't foul each others' shots. Ryah drew in and slowly released a slow breath before quietly saying, Computer, Release the lock on the armory door. Security bypass Melihn Sigma Tau 7.The doors whooshed open and all four officers immediately squeezed their triggers. [Kurjarians - Armoury]
The Kurjarians were completely unprepared for the incoming security team. Sure, they were expecting Security to attempt to retake it but one of the three members of this team was still trying to breach into the weapons locker to access the few people who had fled when they attacked. The other two were standing guard. They were to the sides, taking a small amount of cover but that was no match for the advanced scopes and professionalism of the Security Team which effortlessly dropped all three Kurjarians before they even knew what hit them.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq, Avi Moz, Judith Eastman, Ozu Saya
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 26, 2020 22:00:26 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Promenade Security Office]Judy was a senior citizen. She (officially) couldn't hear Harmon's illegal request. However, she was unofficially displeased with it. She poured herself some water and silently lamented the Intelligence games. Granted, her psychological game wasn't quite the pure truthfulness she liked to imagine she could lead with, but it seemed less bad. She'd just finished the drink, and a brief cleaning for her glasses, when Charlie Fox joined them. "Ms. Fox, thank you for coming," the First Officer greeted. "Commander Judy Eastman, I don't think we've been formally introduced."She extended a hand to shake, always courteous and decidedly non-military in her manners, before addressing the matter at hand. "The Kurjarians are a minority species on Caldonia. Their delegation came aboard for cultural exchange, but, as you can tell, that didn't quite go according to plan," Judy explained. "They've requested your presence, as a journalist, as a condition for releasing some of the hostages. Apparently, they've already researched you, and chose you out of our resident press pool, but we think this has more to do with the message they want you to send than anything else. As it were, we'd like you to go in, and to listen," she added. Charlie Fox being a member of the press, Judy restrained herself behind the comfortable veil of propriety and the dignity of her office. She left the Nixonian logistics to Harmon, and the classified humanitarian concerns unspoken. [Lieutenant Harmon - Security Office]
Harmon didn't react as Fox revealed she intended on leaving and apparently would have were it not for Chloe's interference. She did good, as always. Before heading into the office after Fox he looked around for Chloe and gave her a 'thank you' nod before heading inside. "I would if I could," he said briefly of Chloe's hypothetical deserved promotion. He then let Eastman brief her before jumping in at the end to wrap things up. "Given they seem to want you to publish a story on them, unless they have some sort of grudge against you personally, you would most likely be the safest person in there," he reasoned. "We can't compel you to go in there, but if you do we'd like to monitor you through this," he said handing her a small object, the same model of bug that he had been using with Avi's undercover operation. They seemed to work well. "It means we can hear everything, it can be clipped wherever you want and has a cloak so they shouldn't find it. If anything goes wrong, we're right outside we'll come in if we can, but we'd rather avoid a dangerous confrontation," he paused for a moment for her to process. "Any questions, or are you ready?"
[Charlie Fox - Security Offices, Promenade]Charlie automatically uncrossed her arms and reached out to shake the older woman's hand. There was a slight frown creasing her brow as she moved, but she stayed silent, deciding there was no need to reciprocate the greeting. Everyone present already knew who she was; further pleasantries weren't necessary. She recrossed her arms and listened, remaining standing. "It's less a pool, more a puddle," she muttered in response to Eastman's comment that she'd been chosen above her colleagues. Then she spoke a little louder, officially addressing Harmon's concerns. "I see no connection between my work and the situation on Caldonia. I can't be 100% certain, of course, but it's likely they asked for me due to my anti-establishment rhetoric." It was an assumption, but Charlie felt no need to be anything but forthright with her rationale. "I'll be fine," she added once they'd finished their sales pitch, feeling some discomfort at what felt like a hard sell. She didn't believe they were concerned with her safety, and while the writer often said what she needed to say to get what she wanted, she was extremely resistant to anything she perceived as manipulation. The truth was as soon as she'd heard about hostages in the Blue Beta, she knew there'd be no stopping her trying to get in, whether they wanted to use her to listen in or not. However, there was no way she was going anywhere with their wishy-washy, "they shouldn't find it" cloaking equipment. "Olsen is a transmitter and a receiver. Everything it records is backed up in multiple places, and I can arrange for all imagery and holorecordings to be live-streamed to a location of your choice." Realising that they likely had no idea what she was talking about, she quickly added, "Olsen is my portable recorder. It's a repurposed exploratory drone from the war. Programmed by myself, and safer, not to mention less risky to my person, than your Intel bugs."It wasn't up for debate as far as she was concerned, but she paused for a moment nonetheless, before making her only demand. "I'll need everything you have on the current political Caldonian situation and the recent Kurjarian situation. I want to be able to ask the right questions."She pulled her leather jacket tightly around her, and then nodded. "Let's go."
Tags: Matthew Harmon and Judith Eastman
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jul 27, 2020 1:45:44 GMT
[Lieutenant Harmon - Security Office]
Harmon didn't react as Fox revealed she intended on leaving and apparently would have were it not for Chloe's interference. She did good, as always. Before heading into the office after Fox he looked around for Chloe and gave her a 'thank you' nod before heading inside. "I would if I could," he said briefly of Chloe's hypothetical deserved promotion. He then let Eastman brief her before jumping in at the end to wrap things up. "Given they seem to want you to publish a story on them, unless they have some sort of grudge against you personally, you would most likely be the safest person in there," he reasoned. "We can't compel you to go in there, but if you do we'd like to monitor you through this," he said handing her a small object, the same model of bug that he had been using with Avi's undercover operation. They seemed to work well. "It means we can hear everything, it can be clipped wherever you want and has a cloak so they shouldn't find it. If anything goes wrong, we're right outside we'll come in if we can, but we'd rather avoid a dangerous confrontation," he paused for a moment for her to process. "Any questions, or are you ready?" [Charlie Fox - Security Offices, Promenade]Charlie automatically uncrossed her arms and reached out to shake the older woman's hand. There was a slight frown creasing her brow as she moved, but she stayed silent, deciding there was no need to reciprocate the greeting. Everyone present already knew who she was; further pleasantries weren't necessary. She recrossed her arms and listened, remaining standing. "It's less a pool, more a puddle," she muttered in response to Eastman's comment that she'd been chosen above her colleagues. Then she spoke a little louder, officially addressing Harmon's concerns. "I see no connection between my work and the situation on Caldonia. I can't be 100% certain, of course, but it's likely they asked for me due to my anti-establishment rhetoric." It was an assumption, but Charlie felt no need to be anything but forthright with her rationale. "I'll be fine," she added once they'd finished their sales pitch, feeling some discomfort at what felt like a hard sell. She didn't believe they were concerned with her safety, and while the writer often said what she needed to say to get what she wanted, she was extremely resistant to anything she perceived as manipulation. The truth was as soon as she'd heard about hostages in the Blue Beta, she knew there'd be no stopping her trying to get in, whether they wanted to use her to listen in or not. However, there was no way she was going anywhere with their wishy-washy, "they shouldn't find it" cloaking equipment. "Olsen is a transmitter and a receiver. Everything it records is backed up in multiple places, and I can arrange for all imagery and holorecordings to be live-streamed to a location of your choice." Realising that they likely had no idea what she was talking about, she quickly added, "Olsen is my portable recorder. It's a repurposed exploratory drone from the war. Programmed by myself, and safer, not to mention less risky to my person, than your Intel bugs."It wasn't up for debate as far as she was concerned, but she paused for a moment nonetheless, before making her only demand. "I'll need everything you have on the current political Caldonian situation and the recent Kurjarian situation. I want to be able to ask the right questions."She pulled her leather jacket tightly around her, and then nodded. "Let's go." [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Promenade Security Office]Judy wasn't entirely pleased, and while she didn't express her full frustration or anything near, a slight displeasure with the demanding Ms. Fox could be seen in her eyes. Certainly, she wasn't happy with the young woman using her own device, and presumably having her own copy of the holorecording after the fact; she wasn't as unhappy about it as she supposed Harmon would be, considering she did believe in the free press (as long as the free press was civil), but she was still worried about this particular bomb-thrower having it. "We'd like the holorecording transmitted right here," she requested, before noticing dear old Mabel coming in, all huffing and puffing, having clearly run here (and being a little out of shape as always). Unlike Judy herself, Mabel had changed into uniform, but said uniform was somewhat rumpled. "Oh, this is perfect timing! Mabel, pull up everything you can about the Kurjarians, for Ms. Fox," the First Officer instructed her yeoman. "And, of course, thank you so much for coming. I know I promised you a day off.""No worries, ma'am," Mabel answered, as she diligently got to work. It was very routine for a senior Officer to send her yeoman to run copies, so Judy felt no need to draw attention to the fact that the young junior officer didn't have full access to some of her classified memoranda.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jul 27, 2020 12:03:29 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Security Offices, Promenade]Charlie automatically uncrossed her arms and reached out to shake the older woman's hand. There was a slight frown creasing her brow as she moved, but she stayed silent, deciding there was no need to reciprocate the greeting. Everyone present already knew who she was; further pleasantries weren't necessary. She recrossed her arms and listened, remaining standing. "It's less a pool, more a puddle," she muttered in response to Eastman's comment that she'd been chosen above her colleagues. Then she spoke a little louder, officially addressing Harmon's concerns. "I see no connection between my work and the situation on Caldonia. I can't be 100% certain, of course, but it's likely they asked for me due to my anti-establishment rhetoric." It was an assumption, but Charlie felt no need to be anything but forthright with her rationale. "I'll be fine," she added once they'd finished their sales pitch, feeling some discomfort at what felt like a hard sell. She didn't believe they were concerned with her safety, and while the writer often said what she needed to say to get what she wanted, she was extremely resistant to anything she perceived as manipulation. The truth was as soon as she'd heard about hostages in the Blue Beta, she knew there'd be no stopping her trying to get in, whether they wanted to use her to listen in or not. However, there was no way she was going anywhere with their wishy-washy, "they shouldn't find it" cloaking equipment. "Olsen is a transmitter and a receiver. Everything it records is backed up in multiple places, and I can arrange for all imagery and holorecordings to be live-streamed to a location of your choice." Realising that they likely had no idea what she was talking about, she quickly added, "Olsen is my portable recorder. It's a repurposed exploratory drone from the war. Programmed by myself, and safer, not to mention less risky to my person, than your Intel bugs."It wasn't up for debate as far as she was concerned, but she paused for a moment nonetheless, before making her only demand. "I'll need everything you have on the current political Caldonian situation and the recent Kurjarian situation. I want to be able to ask the right questions."She pulled her leather jacket tightly around her, and then nodded. "Let's go." [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Promenade Security Office]Judy wasn't entirely pleased, and while she didn't express her full frustration or anything near, a slight displeasure with the demanding Ms. Fox could be seen in her eyes. Certainly, she wasn't happy with the young woman using her own device, and presumably having her own copy of the holorecording after the fact; she wasn't as unhappy about it as she supposed Harmon would be, considering she did believe in the free press (as long as the free press was civil), but she was still worried about this particular bomb-thrower having it. "We'd like the holorecording transmitted right here," she requested, before noticing dear old Mabel coming in, all huffing and puffing, having clearly run here (and being a little out of shape as always). Unlike Judy herself, Mabel had changed into uniform, but said uniform was somewhat rumpled. "Oh, this is perfect timing! Mabel, pull up everything you can about the Kurjarians, for Ms. Fox," the First Officer instructed her yeoman. "And, of course, thank you so much for coming. I know I promised you a day off.""No worries, ma'am," Mabel answered, as she diligently got to work. It was very routine for a senior Officer to send her yeoman to run copies, so Judy felt no need to draw attention to the fact that the young junior officer didn't have full access to some of her classified memoranda. [Lieutenant Harmon - Security Office]
Harmon was not at all pleased at Fox's refusal to take his equipment and insistence on using her own. However, time was running out and at least her equipment supposedly would allow them to still see and hear everything. Begrudgingly he nodded his acceptance. "I'll explain on the way," he said.
Along with an armed security officer, he walked Fox over to the bar giving her a very quick briefing her on the way. "The Caldonians have a strict caste system and they view Kurjarians as biologically and culturally inferior. A lot of Kurjarians work as essentially slaves for the Caldonians and their culture is supressed. The Kurjarians come from the mountains, and some in more remote areas live independently. They call themselves the 'Free Tribesmen' and they're the ones in there. Until very recently they were quite isolationist. We're not too sure what's going on but reportedly they have been making raids against fringe Caldonian outposts and mines," he paused awkwardly, with shame even. He was not proud of the next bit. "Trade with Caldonia is our...the Federation's main source of the rare Trillium 323 mineral, so Starfleet...has avoided bringing up the issues on Caldonia. Partly because the extent too which hasn't been as well known to us until recently," Harmon himself suspected Starfleet simply didn't want to know what was happening, but he couldn't say that just now. "That's about all we know," he said as they made it to the outside of the bar. "Good luck." He tapped his commbadge. "Lieutenant Harmon, Officer of the Day to Ensign Niles. I have Ms. Fox ready outside the bar and ready to come in, as the Chief has requested. We ask he releases the hostages agreed on now." Silently he beckons to the Security crewmen that were standing guard to be ready to recieve the hostages and get them to safety.
Tag: Joshua Niles, Felicity Ellis
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Avi Moz
Civilian
Scientifically, as a species, we are absolutely obnoxious.
Posts: 124 Likes: 13
Position: Mechanic
Species: Bolian
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Post by Avi Moz on Jul 27, 2020 16:37:07 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Kova's eyes turned towards the Bolian as she made the comment about wasting time with Harmon. "What is this?" the Andorian asked as she watched Avi work. Was this supposed to be some sort of sage advice? An attempt to bond as she tried to prevent Kova from selling her soul to some Starfleet devil? "For the record, I don't give a damn about Harmon," she protested. Of course, Avi seemed to follow up with the comment that Kova was wasting her time with 'all of them.' Kova's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing?" Kova asked, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. "Just open the damned door!" This was a hell of a time for the Bolian to attempt to have a Hallmark moment. Or perhaps, was this just Avi's way of trying to get under Kova's skin? Though, the Andorian thought it was best to make things very clear between herself and the Bolian. "You don't know me, so stop acting like you do. I'm not looking for validation from Starfleet or anyone else. Got it?"The sound of an explosion caused the Andorian to jump, clearly startled. However, the source of the explosion was more than evident. Kova continued to stare in the direction of Avi as the Security team did their own job. [NPCs - Ens. Bishop , Ens. Dolan & PO3 Swann, Sickbay, Front Ear Station] The pair of security stared between each other as they listened to the pair of blue-skinned women bicker. Well, it was actually the Andorian that was doing most of the talking, but Avi definitely seemed to be pushing her buttons. Bishop arched an eyebrow at Dolan who merely shrugged. Clearly neither of them understood this was the best time or place to air their drama. Dolan held up a hand to signal the rest of team to listen. "Make sure all phasers are set to stun," Dolan stated. "Three hostiles. Take 'em down hard and fast. Swann?"Swann knelt down a few meters from the door at an angle. The scanner over her eye glowed as she blew a bubble. "Ready," she said after it popped. And no sooner that she made the comment had the door opened after the explosion. The scanner helped her see the targets through some of the smoke that was billowing. She could hear the Kurjarian warning them not to enter. She had him, dead to rights. Center mass. Though, she lowered her aim slightly. This jerk deserved a gut punch. She pulled the trigger as the pulse moved across the distance in barely a blink at her target. With the opening volley, and the first shot of cover made, Dolan and Bishop moved inside. Bishop ducked as the body of a Kurjurian soared through the air and against the bulkhead just to the right of him. "What the hell is that?!" Bishop said seeing the holographic monster. Dolan took aim at the last remaining Kurjarian, exchanging fire and was eventually joined by yet another blast from Swann, who had taken aim at her target. There was a brief pause as Dolan looked around, trying to assess the area. "Are we clear?" Dolan asked. The monster roared again. Deactivate EMH!" The creature faded from view, leaving only living beings in Sickbay. The security officers continued to search about to make certain everyone was accounted for. "Dr. Lunn?"Divri - Sickbay]
Divri was the first to be hit, right in the stomach, the blast hurt intensely and he was knocked unconscious to his feet. One went flying into a bulkhead, courtesy of the reprogrammed EMH. He groaned and seemed to be at least partially concious but clearly not in any position to resist. As Kece ran cowardly for cover, the last remaining Kurjarian fired a few shots off towards him but failed to hit anything of note. [ Avi Moz | Sickbay ]Kova's chatter from above had done nothing to either slow or speed along Avi's process but it did confirm the Andorian was convincing herself more than Avi. Kova was one of the half-way bearable residents of the station and if she wasn't careful Starfleet was going to rub off on her and ruin that. Avi's interest in Kova's life was absolutely selfish, or so Avi told herself. Presently, Avi re-appeared from under the floor, her blue face fairly well smeared with something like soot. She favored her hands as she pulled herself up; she'd earned herself some minor burns still steaming. When she emerged, Sickbay was under seige. Phaser fire rang out amid shouts. Not exactly a team player, Avi made no move to assist in the melee. One the other hand, Sickbay was well-stocked with all manner of helpful pharmaceuticals. A little chaos was a tempting opportunity. "You're full of shit, Kova, but I can't blame you," she said as she peeked around the doorway into Sickbay. Tag Kova Sh'qaleq @ Matthew Harmon
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jul 27, 2020 18:35:07 GMT
Jeren nodded at Sven, calmly, as he began to regain composure and calm down. The mountain appeared to be calming as well, and reasonable. Things seemed to be improving. Then came the young officer. Until now, he had been doing well. Indeed Jeren felt as though without him things could have gone much worse, however he didn't seem to accept Jeren's prior points. He appeared to be of the impression he could do better than the bartender when she tried a similar plea. Worse, he seemed to be doubling down on his Commander's inflammatory reference. Perhaps he was simply another drone in Starfleet's machine after all?
"Starfleet doesn't care about out plight. They ignore it. Pretend not to see it and then trade with the Technocracy to ensure it keeps access to its precious minerals. That is more important to them than our lives," he said, his tone becoming more irritated as he spoke. "The time for listening and talking and diplomacy is long gone," he asserted. "You talk of perceptions of my people. You say you'll make us look bad. Tell me, if you truly have sympathy for my people's plight, would you use the misguided actions of a small group of 'terrorists' to condemn all of us? If you really cared, if you really would have done anything, would you be so eager to slander and condemn an entire species for the actions of a few?" the Federationers sat in their ivory towers, looking down on the rest of the galaxy with their false sense of moral superiority, yet here they were exposing themselves. They say they'd have listened yet they haven't, they say they care yet clearly they're only willing to even think about the Kurjarians now that their lives are in danger. "The reality is there is no perception of us. You can make us look bad, but I would be few of your people even know we exist. You just sit there while our trillium helps fuel your empire and helps you enjoy your comfortable lifestyles. None of you think about what is required to make that happen, all you care is it does and you get your trillium. You can either help our plight come to light, you can condemn us, or you can ensure we remain obscure. Even if you condemn and demonize us at least people are talking about us. If you keep us obscure than nothing changes. So you see, nothing you can do can make things worse for us. We have nothing to lose but out lives, which mean nothing in the grand scheme of things."The other Kurjarians in the bar had remained quiet since Qembi's injury at the hands of Sven. They'd let their leader to the talking, as was expected of them. But Izeg, the young man full of hope, full of life and passion, eager to defend and liberate his people had been listening carefully. This wasn't the group he'd joined. This cynical worldview where their lives were meaningless. After all if his life was meaningless what about others? What about his little sister back home? Or his ageing grandmother? Did they matter in the grand scheme of things? And the innocents of this bar...Jeren had convinced him they were living off the exploitation of his people, but now he was saying most of the Federationers didn't even know they existed? How could they stand there and condemn these Federationers if they didn't even know what was going on? No, this was wrong. Jeren was an old man, he seemed to be leading them down the wrong path. "Clan Chief..." he started to say nervously, knowing that speaking up would get him in trouble. He eventually found his voice and spoke up, "Maybe you should hear them out," he voice clearly sounded anxious but he pushed on, "If they don't know what was happening to us then we should show them! Let them see! Let them help us! We need allies, not more enemies!" he pleaded. "We cannot rely on anyone but ourselves, Izeg! They have no reason to help us! They need the trillium, not us. We are nothing to them! Just wait a little longer, the journalist will be here soon and we can tell her our story. Things are going fine, we will leave soon. Have faith in me, have faith in Ahvaras!" he replied angrily invoking Ahvaras, the Kurjarian panthenon's Chief Deity. [ Leanna - Blue Beta] Leanna had been more than hopeful that Sven and Niles would listen to her subtle warning not to continue pleading and making their thoughts known to Jeren, given how volatile the Clan Leader was becoming. However out of the two officers close by, Sven seemed to be more positive with what had been said and how favourable it would look for the hostage takers by letting most of the hostages go. Niles on the other hand took a more firm stand with what he said and whilst she understood his reasoning for doing so, could potentially cause the whole situation to just blow up more than it already had, thanks to the words used and how he essentially agreed with how Judy had handled it with the term she had so blatantly called the Kurjarians. The Betazoid didn't know what else to do, other than watch it go to hell if Jeren decided to target Joshua or take his anger out on someone else. So as Jeren spoke, perhaps she wasn't the only one to hear the irritation in his voice. Then again it wasn't difficult not too along with how assertive he was in telling his side of the story and the misconceptions of how everything was painted like some fairytale, when in fact it wasn't. His people were facing such an injustice and this once again reminded Lea of why they wanted to be heard, to no longer be hidden whilst suffering and how it had led them to this. Although as a member of delegation party made such an impassioned plea for Jeren to listen, there seemed to be a shift in emotions amongst the Kurjarians. Maybe they were starting to realise what they were doing and how they could of done this differently, even if Jeren refused, putting his faith in both Charlie and what must be one of their deities. Deciding to keep quiet for now, not wanting to add to the powder keg and observe instead until the right moment. [Lieutenant Harmon - Security Office]
Harmon was not at all pleased at Fox's refusal to take his equipment and insistence on using her own. However, time was running out and at least her equipment supposedly would allow them to still see and hear everything. Begrudgingly he nodded his acceptance. "I'll explain on the way," he said.
Along with an armed security officer, he walked Fox over to the bar giving her a very quick briefing her on the way. "The Caldonians have a strict caste system and they view Kurjarians as biologically and culturally inferior. A lot of Kurjarians work as essentially slaves for the Caldonians and their culture is supressed. The Kurjarians come from the mountains, and some in more remote areas live independently. They call themselves the 'Free Tribesmen' and they're the ones in there. Until very recently they were quite isolationist. We're not too sure what's going on but reportedly they have been making raids against fringe Caldonian outposts and mines," he paused awkwardly, with shame even. He was not proud of the next bit. "Trade with Caldonia is our...the Federation's main source of the rare Trillium 323 mineral, so Starfleet...has avoided bringing up the issues on Caldonia. Partly because the extent too which hasn't been as well known to us until recently," Harmon himself suspected Starfleet simply didn't want to know what was happening, but he couldn't say that just now. "That's about all we know," he said as they made it to the outside of the bar. "Good luck." He tapped his commbadge. "Lieutenant Harmon, Officer of the Day to Ensign Niles. I have Ms. Fox ready outside the bar and ready to come in, as the Chief has requested. We ask he releases the hostages agreed on now." Silently he beckons to the Security crewmen that were standing guard to be ready to recieve the hostages and get them to safety. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ]Niles had absolutely no illusions that there was much he did not know, and so far he had only pronounced himself on what he could with a real degree of certainty. However, that Jeren was unwilling to see that his actions were not going to look good for him or his cause was more than a little concerning, and, while still standing before the Clan Chief, the young Ensign started to slightly shift his foot to widen his stand a little and shifted some of his weight to the balls of his feet; if he needed to fight, so be it. He might not have been Academy Martial Arts Team material, but he had passed that part of his training, and he had received some remedial instruction after he had lost his left arm - primarily so he would be left very much aware of the lethal potential of a limb that could not be broken, nor felt pain, nor got tired as well as the additional uses it could have in less-lethal situations. And right now, if it came down to it, a fist made of alloys and polymers covered with synthetic skin would come in very handy... However, the dissension in the Kurjarian ranks was something he was glad to see. Jeren had started out reasonable and had become more extreme, and barely holding to a modicum of moderation, but that young man there seemed more than willing to back down. That was an asset that could be used. How exactly, that was something to be worked on. Though, something Niles kept to himself was that the likelihood of Jeren and his people being given access to a warp capable ship and a crew to operate it to see them off the station was about as likely as himself getting promoted to Captain after this very incident. The Kurjarians had pretty much sealed their fate to be taken into custody, tried and sentenced the moment they had decided to put their plans in motion. But, if they at least had a glimmer of hope that they might make it out free and clear, at least it meant they wouldn't get too desperate... However, it would seem he had no bearing on the movement of hostages, and he saw the wounded man get dragged out the door, and the children being led out. Beyond the portal were security personnel, who seemed more than ready to come in but were, instead, holding to their discipline as they kept their position, and started guiding out the liberated hostages. But, when his commbadge chirped and Lieutenant Harmon mentioned that Miss Fox was waiting, Jeren did not wait for him to repeat himself and simply had his people let the elderly out. As the hostages were being led away, the young Ensign stood there, looking out the door. Now that the most vulnerable were out, now that Miss Fox was just outside, then what?
Tags Matthew Harmon Felicity Ellis Sven Aune Leanna Mazal
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Jul 27, 2020 20:19:27 GMT
[Kurjarians - Core]
There were three Kurjarians holding the Computer Core. They had become increasingly concerned as they failed to make contact with Jeren or any of the other teams. They reasoned that their communications were blocked and that they'd best carry on as the plan was. Umeb was the leader of this group. A grizzled veteran of countless battles. He'd been fighting for the Kurjarian people for longer than most of the group had been alive. Combat and violence was all too familiar to him. As was death. With Jeren expecting the Core to be a key target for Starfleet to take back, he had been assigned to hold it. Knowing they would be outnumbered they had prepared a number of traps to help at the very least slow down the attackers. The first any attacks would encounter was an improvised explosive placed near the door and set to trigger when a rudimentary sensor detected someone moving past it. Further on in the room there were more explosives, these ones to be set to be detonated remotely by Umeb. If Starfleet tried to take back the Core, the Kurjarians were prepared to do as much damage as they could before they surrendered or were killed. As a final line of defence near the back of the room, where the Kurjarians had fortified themselves behind some consoles, there were makeshift incendiary devices prepared. A highly flammable powder found on Caldonia had been spread and when ignited it would effectively form a wall of fire for a few minutes. For now, they waited for the inevitable attempt from Starfleet to breach.
| Computer core || lt. jr.grd Sorrin Mar'kin || Crewman Alice Duff || Crewman Vvverrk Sslith | Team Wombat had moved into position. Crewman Duff began a rudimentary scan and had noticed something out of place next to the door. She held a hand up and pointed at it. Sslith had made a low whistling sound. "A bomb. Great, where's a bunker buster when you need one."Mar'kin spoke in his humdrum logical voice. "I believe Lt. Aune is still on vacation."Duff eyed the device and gave a very nervous squeak. "I've never diffused an explosive device before." "I can walk you through it Crewman." Mar'kin said in his most impassive voice possible. As if this sort of thing was an everyday occurrence. "First. take out your tricorder and scan the device."Duff gulped and took out her device and began scanning it. "This, I think is an interjuncitionary device with a cobald relay trigger."
Mar'kin gave a curt nod. "Then all you have to do is open the device, cut the line feeding the trigger." She swallowed hard and popped the device open. It split open from the top down like a chest. Her eyes followed a number of wires. One red, the other blue. "I think the blue line is leading to the trigger.""Good, cut it." Mar'kin said as he handed the crewman a knife. She took it and was about to cut it when. "No, wait!" Sslith cut in. "Are you sure. I mean, this wire is red. Red usually means bad!""Creman Sllith" Mar'kin cut in. "That is most illogical thinking. Red is merely a correlation to warnings and bad omens, but only in Star Fleet where they force their customs upon other members. On Vulcan, Blue is the sign of warning and danger. Cut the blue wire.""Right." Sslith said under his breath. Everyone held theirs as Duff cut the wire. And time seemed to stop for a moment. After about 3 seconds the power cut and the device went dead. Duff gave a sigh of relief. "Well, seems like we didn't need Mr. Aune after all. I hope he's enjoying his vacation." she said in a resentful huff. Mar'kin began to override the door when he was interrupted again by Sslith. "Wait! What if there are more explosive devices in there? And what if that device the blue lady gave us causes them to go off?""That is a good point." he pulled up the specs of the noise device. "Crewman, the amplitude of annoyance this device gives off shouldn't effect any explosive device.""How do you know?""Because the manual says so, and in the interest of saving time we should proceed. Override security lockout Mar'kin one, two three, five." The door slid open, and Mar'kin tossed the combadge into the room where it emitted a high pitch noise. _____ Tag Matthew Harmon [Jeren - Blue Beta Bar]
Jeren nodded at Sven, calmly, as he began to regain composure and calm down. The mountain appeared to be calming as well, and reasonable. Things seemed to be improving. Then came the young officer. Until now, he had been doing well. Indeed Jeren felt as though without him things could have gone much worse, however he didn't seem to accept Jeren's prior points. He appeared to be of the impression he could do better than the bartender when she tried a similar plea. Worse, he seemed to be doubling down on his Commander's inflammatory reference. Perhaps he was simply another drone in Starfleet's machine after all?
"Starfleet doesn't care about out plight. They ignore it. Pretend not to see it and then trade with the Technocracy to ensure it keeps access to its precious minerals. That is more important to them than our lives," he said, his tone becoming more irritated as he spoke. "The time for listening and talking and diplomacy is long gone," he asserted. "You talk of perceptions of my people. You say you'll make us look bad. Tell me, if you truly have sympathy for my people's plight, would you use the misguided actions of a small group of 'terrorists' to condemn all of us? If you really cared, if you really would have done anything, would you be so eager to slander and condemn an entire species for the actions of a few?" the Federationers sat in their ivory towers, looking down on the rest of the galaxy with their false sense of moral superiority, yet here they were exposing themselves. They say they'd have listened yet they haven't, they say they care yet clearly they're only willing to even think about the Kurjarians now that their lives are in danger. "The reality is there is no perception of us. You can make us look bad, but I would be few of your people even know we exist. You just sit there while our trillium helps fuel your empire and helps you enjoy your comfortable lifestyles. None of you think about what is required to make that happen, all you care is it does and you get your trillium. You can either help our plight come to light, you can condemn us, or you can ensure we remain obscure. Even if you condemn and demonize us at least people are talking about us. If you keep us obscure than nothing changes. So you see, nothing you can do can make things worse for us. We have nothing to lose but out lives, which mean nothing in the grand scheme of things."The other Kurjarians in the bar had remained quiet since Qembi's injury at the hands of Sven. They'd let their leader to the talking, as was expected of them. But Izeg, the young man full of hope, full of life and passion, eager to defend and liberate his people had been listening carefully. This wasn't the group he'd joined. This cynical worldview where their lives were meaningless. After all if his life was meaningless what about others? What about his little sister back home? Or his ageing grandmother? Did they matter in the grand scheme of things? And the innocents of this bar...Jeren had convinced him they were living off the exploitation of his people, but now he was saying most of the Federationers didn't even know they existed? How could they stand there and condemn these Federationers if they didn't even know what was going on? No, this was wrong. Jeren was an old man, he seemed to be leading them down the wrong path. "Clan Chief..." he started to say nervously, knowing that speaking up would get him in trouble. He eventually found his voice and spoke up, "Maybe you should hear them out," he voice clearly sounded anxious but he pushed on, "If they don't know what was happening to us then we should show them! Let them see! Let them help us! We need allies, not more enemies!" he pleaded. "We cannot rely on anyone but ourselves, Izeg! They have no reason to help us! They need the trillium, not us. We are nothing to them! Just wait a little longer, the journalist will be here soon and we can tell her our story. Things are going fine, we will leave soon. Have faith in me, have faith in Ahvaras!" he replied angrily invoking Ahvaras, the Kurjarian panthenon's Chief Deity.
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Judith Eastman , Sven Aune , Joshua Niles || Blue Beta Bar and Grill || Lt. Sven Aune | Xander McGrath | There was little more for Sven to say. Doubt in the ranks reared it's ugly head and it seemed that the faction was beginning to splinter. If the Caldonians were exploiting the Kurjarians of course they would keep it hidden from the federation. But a cynical part of him also had to acknowledge that the Federation probably knew this was happening and that they too were turning a blind eye. Though he was angry that they had hurt people, he could understand their plight. They were backed into a corner with nothing left and like a cornered animal, they struck out. ____ Tag Matthew Harmon
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Jul 27, 2020 22:13:59 GMT
[ Divri - Sickbay]
Divri was the first to be hit, right in the stomach, the blast hurt intensely and he was knocked unconscious to his feet. One went flying into a bulkhead, courtesy of the reprogrammed EMH. He groaned and seemed to be at least partially concious but clearly not in any position to resist. As Kece ran cowardly for cover, the last remaining Kurjarian fired a few shots off towards him but failed to hit anything of note. Ozu Saya [ Avi Moz | Sickbay ]Kova's chatter from above had done nothing to either slow or speed along Avi's process but it did confirm the Andorian was convincing herself more than Avi. Kova was one of the half-way bearable residents of the station and if she wasn't careful Starfleet was going to rub off on her and ruin that. Avi's interest in Kova's life was absolutely selfish, or so Avi told herself. Presently, Avi re-appeared from under the floor, her blue face fairly well smeared with something like soot. She favored her hands as she pulled herself up; she'd earned herself some minor burns still steaming. When she emerged, Sickbay was under seige. Phaser fire rang out amid shouts. Not exactly a team player, Avi made no move to assist in the melee. One the other hand, Sickbay was well-stocked with all manner of helpful pharmaceuticals. A little chaos was a tempting opportunity. "You're full of shit, Kova, but I can't blame you," she said as she peeked around the doorway into Sickbay. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Kova watched as Avi came back into view, shortly after the explosion that seemed to be her doing. Her face was marred with what appeared to be soot. Though, both her hands seemed a bit tender as she made her way out from the floor. Kova was about to give into the temptation to ask how she was, when the Bolian opened her mouth, only to tell the Andorian that she was full of roozh[fn]Andorian term for excrement[/fn]. Her brow furrowed as she shook her head, mentally kicking herself for any sort of remote concern for the other blue-skinned woman. "And if so, why do you keep sniffing around it trying to figure out what I had for dinner?" the Andorian retorted. She made an audible scoff, dismissing her concern of the Bolian along with it. Her eyes turned back to the security guards as they finished their incursion, hopefully without any major incident.
Tag: Avi Moz
[ Ens. Bishop, Ens. Dolan, PO3 Swann - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Swann maintained her post, her rifle sweeping ever so slightly until she had the final target in view, Divri. She gave a low, singsong whistle, hoping to gain his attention. Her finger held firmly against the trigger. It was center mass once again, as she had been trained, though the temptation to hit this one right between the eyes was growing quite steadily. "Just give me a reason, Romeo."Meanwhile, Dolan trained his phaser the Kurjarian that had been tossed by the altered EMH. "I think silver's your color," he said as he moved to kick away the Kurjarian's weapon and place the restraint on his wrists. With the final Kurjarian unconscious, Bishop moved so that the remaining Kurjarian, Divri was also in sight. No attempts were made to be clever. It was simply an obvious fact that a hand phaser and a phaser rifle had their target dead to rights. "Please don't. She just wants to show off," said Bishop. Though, it seemed if they could convince this final Kurjarian to surrender, they'd have secured Sickbay. Well, either that, or Swann got in some extra target practice, which was seeming more and more likely the longer the Kurjarian hesitated. "We'll have you out soon, Dr. Lunn."
Tag Matthew Harmon (Sickbay Kurjarians), Judith Eastman (Kece)
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 27, 2020 23:39:05 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Promenade Security Office]Judy wasn't entirely pleased, and while she didn't express her full frustration or anything near, a slight displeasure with the demanding Ms. Fox could be seen in her eyes. Certainly, she wasn't happy with the young woman using her own device, and presumably having her own copy of the holorecording after the fact; she wasn't as unhappy about it as she supposed Harmon would be, considering she did believe in the free press (as long as the free press was civil), but she was still worried about this particular bomb-thrower having it. "We'd like the holorecording transmitted right here," she requested, before noticing dear old Mabel coming in, all huffing and puffing, having clearly run here (and being a little out of shape as always). Unlike Judy herself, Mabel had changed into uniform, but said uniform was somewhat rumpled. "Oh, this is perfect timing! Mabel, pull up everything you can about the Kurjarians, for Ms. Fox," the First Officer instructed her yeoman. "And, of course, thank you so much for coming. I know I promised you a day off.""No worries, ma'am," Mabel answered, as she diligently got to work. It was very routine for a senior Officer to send her yeoman to run copies, so Judy felt no need to draw attention to the fact that the young junior officer didn't have full access to some of her classified memoranda. [Lieutenant Harmon - Security Office]
Harmon was not at all pleased at Fox's refusal to take his equipment and insistence on using her own. However, time was running out and at least her equipment supposedly would allow them to still see and hear everything. Begrudgingly he nodded his acceptance. "I'll explain on the way," he said.
Along with an armed security officer, he walked Fox over to the bar giving her a very quick briefing her on the way. "The Caldonians have a strict caste system and they view Kurjarians as biologically and culturally inferior. A lot of Kurjarians work as essentially slaves for the Caldonians and their culture is supressed. The Kurjarians come from the mountains, and some in more remote areas live independently. They call themselves the 'Free Tribesmen' and they're the ones in there. Until very recently they were quite isolationist. We're not too sure what's going on but reportedly they have been making raids against fringe Caldonian outposts and mines," he paused awkwardly, with shame even. He was not proud of the next bit. "Trade with Caldonia is our...the Federation's main source of the rare Trillium 323 mineral, so Starfleet...has avoided bringing up the issues on Caldonia. Partly because the extent too which hasn't been as well known to us until recently," Harmon himself suspected Starfleet simply didn't want to know what was happening, but he couldn't say that just now. "That's about all we know," he said as they made it to the outside of the bar. "Good luck." He tapped his commbadge. "Lieutenant Harmon, Officer of the Day to Ensign Niles. I have Ms. Fox ready outside the bar and ready to come in, as the Chief has requested. We ask he releases the hostages agreed on now." Silently he beckons to the Security crewmen that were standing guard to be ready to recieve the hostages and get them to safety. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ][...] However, it would seem he had no bearing on the movement of hostages, and he saw the wounded man get dragged out the door, and the children being led out. Beyond the portal were security personnel, who seemed more than ready to come in but were, instead, holding to their discipline as they kept their position, and started guiding out the liberated hostages. But, when his commbadge chirped and Lieutenant Harmon mentioned that Miss Fox was waiting, Jeren did not wait for him to repeat himself and simply had his people let the elderly out. As the hostages were being led away, the young Ensign stood there, looking out the door. Now that the most vulnerable were out, now that Miss Fox was just outside, then what? [Charlie Fox - Security Officer -> Blue Beta, Promenade]"Okay," was Charlie's only response to the Commander's preference. She'd assumed they'd want to watch from the Security Suites, but one never knew with these strange Fleet types sometimes. They could have wanted it broadcast in Operations and via all comms for all she knew. Though if it was good enough, her story would end up being transmitted across the sector. "To my personal PADD, when you're ready, thank you," she added to the woman the Commander had summoned to compile the dossiers she required, and without further engagement, followed Harmon out of the room. She listened quietly to the briefing he gave as they made their way down to the bar. Her face was uncharacteristically expressionless as she held her own counsel and judgement. She noticed the awkward pause as Harmon explained Caldonia's use to the Federation, and found herself drawing comparisons to the doomed colony world she'd been found on as a child. Her jaw clenched, but she kept her dislike for the UFP quiet from the Starfleet Intelligence Officer. She enjoyed rattling cages, but Charlie wasn't stupid. She'd save whatever sympathy for the Kurjarian cause she might have for the people themselves. "Thanks, Officer of the Day," she said to the Lieutenant, a slight hint of amusement in her voice at how he referred to himself. Seriousness soon reasserted itself, however, as the urgency of the situation on the Promenade became clearer. Subtly, she waved her hand in a slight movement, and her spherical holorecorder activated itself and moved quickly into position. She pulled a much smaller, flat device from a pocket and keyed in a few commands, re-routing one of the automatic back-ups to a console in the Security Office meeting room, which would ping with a permission request before transmitting. Olsen began collecting images and data of the released hostages. Charlie eyed each of them; the old, young, vulnerable, then her eyes slid toward Harmon and she nodded. "If I don't make it out, nuke my search history. It makes me look like a psychopath." The pitfalls of a writer's research. Then she passed several people who had been released, and moved toward the entrance of the Blue Beta. "My name is Charlie Fox. I'm here to make sure your story gets told."
Tag: Matthew Harmon , Judith Eastman (soft), everyone in the Blue Beta
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jul 28, 2020 0:10:31 GMT
[NPCs - Ens. Bishop , Ens. Dolan & PO3 Swann, Sickbay, Front Ear Station] The pair of security stared between each other as they listened to the pair of blue-skinned women bicker. Well, it was actually the Andorian that was doing most of the talking, but Avi definitely seemed to be pushing her buttons. Bishop arched an eyebrow at Dolan who merely shrugged. Clearly neither of them understood this was the best time or place to air their drama. Dolan held up a hand to signal the rest of team to listen. "Make sure all phasers are set to stun," Dolan stated. "Three hostiles. Take 'em down hard and fast. Swann?"Swann knelt down a few meters from the door at an angle. The scanner over her eye glowed as she blew a bubble. "Ready," she said after it popped. And no sooner that she made the comment had the door opened after the explosion. The scanner helped her see the targets through some of the smoke that was billowing. She could hear the Kurjarian warning them not to enter. She had him, dead to rights. Center mass. Though, she lowered her aim slightly. This jerk deserved a gut punch. She pulled the trigger as the pulse moved across the distance in barely a blink at her target. With the opening volley, and the first shot of cover made, Dolan and Bishop moved inside. Bishop ducked as the body of a Kurjurian soared through the air and against the bulkhead just to the right of him. "What the hell is that?!" Bishop said seeing the holographic monster. Dolan took aim at the last remaining Kurjarian, exchanging fire and was eventually joined by yet another blast from Swann, who had taken aim at her target. There was a brief pause as Dolan looked around, trying to assess the area. "Are we clear?" Dolan asked. The monster roared again. Deactivate EMH!" The creature faded from view, leaving only living beings in Sickbay. The security officers continued to search about to make certain everyone was accounted for. "Dr. Lunn?"
Tag: Matthew Harmon (Sickbay Kurjarians), Judith Eastman (Kece) [ Ens. Bishop, Ens. Dolan, PO3 Swann - Sickbay, Front Ear Station] Swann maintained her post, her rifle sweeping ever so slightly until she had the final target in view, Divri. She gave a low, singsong whistle, hoping to gain his attention. Her finger held firmly against the trigger. It was center mass once again, as she had been trained, though the temptation to hit this one right between the eyes was growing quite steadily. "Just give me a reason, Romeo."Meanwhile, Dolan trained his phaser the Kurjarian that had been tossed by the altered EMH. "I think silver's your color," he said as he moved to kick away the Kurjarian's weapon and place the restraint on his wrists. With the final Kurjarian unconscious, Bishop moved so that the remaining Kurjarian, Divri was also in sight. No attempts were made to be clever. It was simply an obvious fact that a hand phaser and a phaser rifle had their target dead to rights. "Please don't. She just wants to show off," said Bishop. Though, it seemed if they could convince this final Kurjarian to surrender, they'd have secured Sickbay. Well, either that, or Swann got in some extra target practice, which was seeming more and more likely the longer the Kurjarian hesitated. "We'll have you out soon, Dr. Lunn."
Tag Matthew Harmon (Sickbay Kurjarians), Judith Eastman (Kece) [Chief Dr. Kece Lunn - Sickbay, Front Ear Station]Kece didn't emerge right away from the office. He had to make sure it was safe, and that the hostiles were subdued, but in addition to that, he couldn't go out with his hair frazzled and a bruise so visible from the violence he'd suffered. A little dermal regenerator work, some treatment with a comb (a far cry from the proper routine his hair required), and he was good enough to go. "At last!" he exclaimed, taking in the security team as he re-emerged into the main space of Sickbay. "I cannot stand for the desecration to which this great house of healing was subjected! It's a disgrace!"Always with a flair for the dramatic, Kece asserted himself.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Promenade Security Office]While she retrieved the (limited) info for Fox, Mabel reported additional news to Judy. "The Nyberrites contacted Ops," she said. "So they have," Judy replied. She knew of Harmon's little request, but she supposed she could still do this her way. =A= "Eastman to Ops. Could you put me through to Colonel Vasser of the Nyberrites? With video if that works," =A= she not so much ordered as gently requested of her subordinates. Then, she sat down, with a PADD, and swapped her current glasses (with a very small near-range segment), for proper computer glasses.
Tag Isaiah Quinn (Vasser)
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jul 28, 2020 2:53:26 GMT
[NPC - Chief Melihn Ryah - Promenade Security Office --> Armory] The other teams were getting on the move, so Ryah gestured for those she wanted to join her - three others who had high marks in sharpshooting - and headed off at at rapid clip to the armory, all the time wondering how in blazes the Kurjarians had made it that deep into such a secure part of the station. The few people still in the corridors quickly moved out of the way of the heavily-armed security team. They moved at a coordinated jog until they got to the turbolift. They rode in serious silence to Level S7, then exited the turbolift and moved cautiously and silently down the corridor to the closed doors of the armory. Ryah raised her rifle to her shoulder and toggled on her scope, aiming it at the doors. This was a nifty little toy that she had on her personal phaser rifle; when she'd taken over station security, she'd requisitioned the same scopes for as many rifles as she could with the argument to Starfleet that they would help reduce collateral damage in exactly these types of circumstances. She could see the Kurjarians moving about in the main area of the armory. She assumed it was the Kurjarians; there was another group beyond them, huddled in one of the large weapons lockers. Those forms were indistinct and overlapping, and out of the line of fire. The chief gestured her team over, and they gathered around her, raising their own rifles to acquire their targets. Ryah moved right up to the door and dropped to one knee, raising the rifle slightly to make sure she'd get a center-body shot. the others took position behind and to the sides at different levels so they wouldn't foul each others' shots. Ryah drew in and slowly released a slow breath before quietly saying, Computer, Release the lock on the armory door. Security bypass Melihn Sigma Tau 7.The doors whooshed open and all four officers immediately squeezed their triggers. [Kurjarians - Armoury]
The Kurjarians were completely unprepared for the incoming security team. Sure, they were expecting Security to attempt to retake it but one of the three members of this team was still trying to breach into the weapons locker to access the few people who had fled when they attacked. The other two were standing guard. They were to the sides, taking a small amount of cover but that was no match for the advanced scopes and professionalism of the Security Team which effortlessly dropped all three Kurjarians before they even knew what hit them.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq , Avi Moz , Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya [NPC - Chief Melihn Ryah - Armory] The Kurjarians dropped and Ryah waved her team inside. Secure them, she ordered, stepping around the Kurjarian lying insensate in front of the door of the weapons locker. Ensign Yino? This is Chief Melihn, she called through the door. The attackers have been neutralized. Unlock the door so we can get your chief some medical help. She didn't want to frighten the young ensign by opening the door from the outside, just in case he had a weapon pointed at the door. After restraining his Kurjarian, one of the team brought her a medkit. We may not be able to call for help from sickbay yet. If they haven't already secured it, he explained. Ryah nodded her understanding as she tapped her combadge to report in. =/\= Melihn to Eastman. Commander, we've taken the armory. She paused a moment to think. They're restrained, so we'll hold them here until they can walk to the brig. There's at least one injury. Please let me know when sickbay is cleared so we can get him help. =/\=
Tag Matthew Harmon and Judith Eastman
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jul 28, 2020 3:11:27 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Promenade Security Office]While she retrieved the (limited) info for Fox, Mabel reported additional news to Judy. "The Nyberrites contacted Ops," she said. "So they have," Judy replied. She knew of Harmon's little request, but she supposed she could still do this her way. =A= "Eastman to Ops. Could you put me through to Colonel Vasser of the Nyberrites? With video if that works," =A= she not so much ordered as gently requested of her subordinates. Then, she sat down, with a PADD, and swapped her current glasses (with a very small near-range segment), for proper computer glasses. [NPC - Colonel Helena Vasser - Bridge, N.S.S. Soteria (Docked), Front Ear Station] It had been several minutes since Vasser had her comm officer contact the Ops, and still no official word. Personally, Colonel Vasser felt that Commander Eastman was above some of the petty games that had been exchanged recently between Starfleet and the Nyberrite Alliance. Vasser's own officer had informed her that there were a few security officers that refused to file a legitimate complaint, suggesting a sign of prejudice. Vasser had followed up by bringing it up with the station's administration, not to make a mountain out of a mole hill, but in hopes that they could grow beyond such petty displays. Thus, the time that passed from Vasser's original message and an actual response drew concern from the colonel. She had leaned forward, prepared to inform her comm officer to follow up, when the officer announced that Commander Eastman was now hailing them. "Excellent. On screen," Vasser ordered. She then turned her attention towards the view screen which was soon filled with the image of the station's first officer. Personally, she preferred the view screen to the holographic communiques that some commanders were beginning to favor. =/\= "Hello, Commander Eastman," =/\= Vasser began, =/\= "I regret that I haven't had the pleasure of your company prior to now. Unfortunately, this isn't a social call." =/\= Vasser took a deep breath, and then pushed herself up from her seat. =/\= "It's come to my attention that members of my crew have been asked to shelter in place. In addition, we haven't been able to communicate with our personnel aboard the station." =/\=Vasser's hands had found themselves clasped behind her back. =/\= "With there being no prior notice of a drill, I presume you can understand my concern for the safety of my crew, as well as the inhabitants of the station." =/\= Vasser paused a moment before continuing. =/\= "If there is a present security risk, I want you to know that you have the full support and resources of the Soteria at your disposal."=/\= For some commanding officers, it was difficult to ask for help. Even more so, when those people didn't fly under the same banner.
Tag: Judith Eastman
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