From: Ranjani Sabarinathan (rantrek_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Fri Aug 22 2008 - 01:23:56 PDT
“Trick or Treat”
(contd from Shawn's 'SPF One Billion')
Location: Unknown Planet, Gamma Quadrant
SD: 2.80822.0003
Scene: Archaeological Dig Site
TI: One year ago
The winds blew strongly, blowing away sand off the tops of the dunes that made up the vast expanse of the desert. All signs pointed to a sandstorm approaching, one that was predicted to be severe and would last for several days. The planet, which was mostly desert, except at the north and south poles and devoid of indigenous lifeforms, had volatile weather with storms in certain areas that lasted for months.
In 2420, rumors of a technologically advanced civilization that had once lived there launched an archaeological expedition led by privateers or one would call them adventurers to the particular planet. The group located a set of ruins in the Northeastern continent and had managed to establish dig sites without a hitch. For two years, the excavation progressed smoothly, where the archaeological team was unearthing the history of the ancient race that occupied the desert planet.
When the wormhole disappeared, the expedition members ended up stranded in the Gamma Quadrant with no hope of ever returning to their homes. The leader, a highly reputed archaeologist and historian, had decided to just continue their work, considering there was nothing else they could do. So the desert planet had become a new home for the privateer group. Perhaps one day, when the celestial temple returned, they would have an amazing discovery to show to the rest of the Federation.
That was the dream of one particular nineteen year old Bolian, who was working hard in his quadrant of the mound that had recently been excavated. He was chipping away at the wall and coughing out the sand that flew into his mouth.
“Still down there?” A woman’s voice echoed behind him.
“A few more minutes,” the Bolian replied, peering behind his shoulder to spot a tall, humanoid female, her mouth covered with a cloth to prevent the dust from entering.
The new arrival ordered firmly. “You don’t have a few minutes. The storm will be here at any moment.” She heard the young man sigh with irritation and heard him grumble about desert storms on the planet not allowing them to work efficiently. “Hurry, if we leave now, we should be back at the base camp just in time.”
The Bolian nodded, standing up. Gathering up his things, the teenager followed his superior away from the mound. As they walked towards the vehicle that would carry them back to base camp, a whirring sound, followed by a loud thud was heard. “What was that?” The blue skinned man inquired, sounding alarmed.
“Sounds like a ship leaving,” the woman deduced, becoming puzzled. “But I don’t know of any scheduled departure from this planet, at least not while a storm is brewing.”
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Scene: Base Camp
TI: Few days after previous scene
“Dr. Kenmo,” a human woman, who looked to be in her mid-thirties and had fiery red hair, informed. “The storm is slowly clearing. In a few hours, we should be able to get back out there and continue our work.”
“Thank you, Francine,” came the response from a Bajoran man, who was tall and lanky with salt and pepper hair and nearing fifty years old. Dr. Kenmo Najir was one of the archaeologists, hired by the privateer company to join the expedition to the planet. Ever since the wormhole vanished, Najir had gone into depression, struggling to understand why the prophets abandoned the Bajorans. His work in the expedition was the only thing that kept him going, hoping perhaps one day the prophets would return.
Francine Keating, an historian and anthropologist, gave a polite nod. “We’ll all be glad to return to the site.”
“Well, it’s not like we’re going home anytime soon,” Kenmo said wistfully. **Or never. ** He leaned back on the wall and gazed at the dome shaped ceiling, grimacing over his predicament.
Keating sighed, brushing away a strand of red hair away from her face. “True. Some of us still find it hard to believe that we’re stranded in this quadrant.”
A loud thud was heard and the room suddenly shook, which alarmed the expedition members. “What was that?” Najir questioned, becoming confused. Before anyone opened their mouths, sounds of explosions and ships’ engines erupted just outside the encampment. Hurried footsteps were heard down in the corridor.
“Dominion ships,” a Betazoid woman yelled, rushing into the room with a panic stricken look in her dark eyes. The new arrival, in her early twenties, was shaking and panting for breath. “We need to leave!” She urged, fear clutching her mind.
Francine sighed heavily, glancing at both her colleagues in disbelief. “This can’t be happening.” But it did and happened so fast it made one’s head spin.
Within minutes, Jem’Hadar soldiers had overrun the encampment, taking the entire expedition team as their prisoners. They were met with no resistance. Well, a group comprising of mostly scientists and hardly any with combat experience made an easy target for the powerful and well-trained Jem’Hadar. The few who managed to escape to the interior of the desert died because of the extremely harsh weather conditions, which made it impossible to survive without the proper equipment. Knowing that fact, the Dominion forces decided not to pursue them.
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Location: DOMINION BASE (on same planet)
Scene: Control Room
TI: 1 week ago
A year had passed since Dominion forces had occupied the desert planet and things were going smoothly for them. War raged all over the quadrant with both sides doing all they could to weaken their enemies. Prior to the occupation, the planet was home to a peaceful archaeological expedition, whose business there was to unlock the secrets of an ancient civilization and share them with the rest of the Federation. For them, it was the simple thirst for adventure and curiosity.
But to the Dominion, it wasn’t a case of mere curiosity regarding their interest in finding information on a society that died out eons ago. It was how the discovery could benefit the Dominion. So the work started by the expedition continued at their new slave masters’ behest. Anyone who refused to cooperate was executed by Jem’Hadar troops. The place was instantly transformed into a prison camp. Many others captured by the Dominion either from the conquering of worlds or battles with the Federation starships were brought to the planet.
“Founder,” a Jem’Hadar soldier addressed with reverence to the changeling who was pacing back and forth.
The Founder acknowledged the presence of her subordinate. “First.”
The leader of the Jem’Hadar troops stationed at that particular base stated bluntly. “We have a problem.”
“What problem, First?” The changeling inquired tersely, clenching her fist.
The First replied. “A few prisoners have escaped the planet with one of our attack vessels a fortnight ago.”
“How could you let that happen?” The Founder questioned, becoming angry. “And why take this long to find such an incident had taken place?”
The Jem’Hadar explained monotonously, not flinching from his superior’s intense glare. “The ship left the planet as part of the taskforce sent out yesterday on a reconnaissance mission to the fifth planet in this system. We only discovered the escape when the attack vessel broke off from our group and jumped to warp.” He continued, despite the fixed stare his god was giving him. “The prisoners could not have made the escape on their own and I believe there is a traitor in the midst.”
“Where is Melin?” The shapeshifter interrogated, fuming.
“Founder, the Vorta is on that ship,” the grey skinned soldier answered, head bowed slightly, out of respect for the beings whom they believed to be their gods.
“They dare abduct him,” she hissed angrily.
The Jem’Hadar leader brought up, a grim expression enveloping his features. “Founder, the Vorta….”
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Location: GS-2
Scene: Kate’s Quarters-> Corridor
TI: Present
The door chimed. Kathryn MacNeil strode out of her bedroom, grumbling over not having finished dressing up yet. Quickly, the auburn haired woman put on her boots and rushed out into the living room, feeling curious about the visitor. She was already wearing her uniform, preparing to start the first shift. The last few days were tough for the Scottish woman as the station’s acting CO till Commander Davidson returned from BAJOR. She had to deal with a barrage of every day problems, including Fedcom, who were still playing the footage of the altercation between herself, Daisy and Hunter, though the repeats had become less frequent. In time, Kate knew Fedcom would lose interest and move onto their next exclusive story.
William Wallace looked up from his bowl of dog breakfast in the kitchen area and barked in excitement, watching the tall woman head towards the front door. Mary Sue, the ExO’s pet chimpanzee was as usual swinging from a branch of the artificial tree set up in the main room. The green parrot, Esmerelda Tharanuil was squawking rather loudly, perched atop her bird stand.
On the previous evening, MacNeil had adopted three of mirror Kate’s genetically engineered creations from the Animal Library. The creatures were still staying at Giles’ establishment before she could take them back to her quarters. Grace had offered her help in the responsibilities of caring for the new pets, which the Scot happily accepted.
They were unique organisms, but ones that suffered badly under her alternate’s hands. In fact upon first setting eyes on them, she felt pained to see them look so sad and lonely. Apparently, according to Zel Rohan, they were totally ignored by customers who dropped by the pet store. Kate decided at that moment to adopt the poor little ones.
“Enter,” MacNeil commanded casually, approaching the doorway. At her command, the doors slid apart to allow a lovely green skinned woman into the room. Kate smiled warmly at the Orion as the two women embraced, sharing a brief intimate moment. “So Grace, what brings you here this morning?” The Scot questioned, releasing the other woman.
Grace blushed, her dark eyes filled with fondness for the half-Nuimon first officer. “I just wanted to see you before I head to sickbay.” She smiled, when William Wallace brushed against her leg and petted the little dog affectionately.
“Well, thanks for dropping by,” Kate said, smiling broadly. “Considering I’m expected to have another grueling shift, seeing your face before going to work brightens my day.” Peering behind her shoulder, the Scot called out to her adorable chimp and yakking parrot. “Mary Sue, Esmeralda Tharanuil, we’re leaving.”
“We’re leaving. Leaving. Leaving,” the bird repeated taking off and flying in Kathryn’s direction. Mary Sue climbed down her tree and stood beside the two tall women, nibbling on a banana.
Kate, Grace and the pets left the quarters. William Wallace trotted alongside the ExO and the CMO, hoping for more petting from them. They ran into Thomas Varn, who just exited his quarters. The little beagle ran up to the winged man, hoping to be petted by him.
“Good morning Thomas,” MacNeil greeted. “How are you?”
Thomas replied politely, giving the dog what he wanted. “I am fine, thanks.” A moment later, the science officer inquired. “And you?” The three officers and the pets were making their way to the turbo lift. Kate first had to drop her babies at the Animal Library before going to Ops.
“So how are your new pets?” Varn queried as they reached the turbo lift.
Kate replied. “They’re doing fine but I plan on bringing them to the science lab for a routine examination, just to make sure no complications will arise regarding their health.”
[[Ganesh to Cmdr. MacNeil,]] came the voice of the Indian deputy Ops chief.
The Scottish woman acknowledged. “MacNeil here.”
[[Commander, you need to report to Ops immediately,]] Savitri explained, her voice filled with a tone of urgency.
“Something wrong?”
[[Yes.]]
Kate informed firmly. “I’ll be right there.”
Grace offered politely. “I can take the pets to the Animal Library.”
“Thanks, Grace,” MacNeil nodded, looking grateful as they all rushed onto the turbolift.
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Scene: Ops
TI: Few minutes later
Lt. Ganesh peered behind her shoulder, when the hearing the whirring sound of the doors sliding apart. She watched MacNeil and Varn enter the room and rush down the steps to the lower level of the Operations Center . Kate ordered, standing beside the acting chief of operations. “Report, Lieutenant.”
Savitri explained quickly. “Sensors have picked up a Jem’Hadar attack ship within the station’s perimeter and are headed in our direction.”
“Go to red alert,” MacNeil commanded. “Put the enemy vessel on visual,” the Scot immediately demanded. At her command, the viewscreen flickered to the image of the imposing enemy ship, which looked to be moving quickly towards the Operations module. MacNeil wondered, a worry forming in her blue eyes, about the purpose of the ship’s presence in their neighborhood.
“Are they powering up weapons?” Thomas inquired, sliding beside the half-Nuimon.
Ganesh shook her head. “Negative. Tactical reports their weapons are off-line.”
“They could be on a collision course,” Kate stated, a dawn of unnerving realization having struck her. “What is its ETA?”
“Five minutes 49 seconds.” The Indian officer further added. “Upon detecting the enemy, I’ve already asked Lt. Stephens to prepare the fighter squadron.”
The Scottish ExO tapped her comm. badge. “MacNeil to Stephens.”
[[Stephens here,]] Cochrane replied. [[The black squadron and I are on standby awaiting your orders.]]
Thomas observed, staring intently at the screen. “The enemy ship seems to be moving at a high speed. They could possibly be on some sort of suicide mission.”
Kate ordered, addressing the station’s FSC. “Lt. Stephens, move out and engage the enemy.”
[[Aye Commander,]] Cochrane complied as he could be heard ordering the squadron to depart from their hangars.
A moment later, Lt. Ganesh reported. “Commander, the fighter squadron has departed.” Kate and Thomas turned their attention to the screen, where yellow dots representing the Aurora class fighters were positioning themselves into an attack formation, headed straight for the red dot, the enemy.
An interesting start to her day. Kate mused over the motivations of the Dominion in sending a lone attack ship to the station. What were they planning to accomplish? Was the plan involving a suicide mission as Thomas suggested a moment ago? All those questions were pouring into the Scot’s head and the whole situation was strange to her.
“We’re being hailed,” Savitri informed, looking bewildered.
“Audio only,” MacNeil ordered. “And inform Lt. Stephens to hold position and prepare to fire, should the enemy attacks.” The Scottish woman began, addressing the Jem’Hadar attack ship in a stern voice. “Enemy vessel. This is Lt. Commander Kathryn MacNeil of the GATEWAY STATION. You’re trespassing into Federation territory. State your purpose.”
A polite yet crisp voice rang out through the comm. system. [[GATEWAY STATION, please do not open fire on us. We did not come here to fight.]]
Thomas whispered in the auburn haired woman’s ear. “Tactical reports both the weapons and shields of the enemy vessel are off-line.”
“Understood,” Kate replied quietly before returning her attention to the speaker on the other side of the channel. “If you’re not here to attack, then what do you want?” The words that were spouted by the speaker in the Jem’Hadar ship stunned everyone in the room
[[I’m Vorta Melin and hereby request asylum.]] The statement astonished the officers. Kate nearly gasped in shock, but the half-Nuimon somehow managed to compose herself, though she mentally griped over being forced to stand around in Ops and deal with a tricky situation such as the one they were facing. She wished Daisy was here in Ops to handle the latest crisis.
Thomas raised an eyebrow, feeling puzzled over Melin’s request. He wondered if it was all a trick to permit him on board the station so that he could act as spy for the Dominion. The science officer wasn’t sure whether to grant the Vorta’s request or not, but that was not really his decision to make. He watched Kate to see what her next step was.
“Pardon me, Mr. Melin,” the ExO stated flatly. “But this request is rather unusual.” She shared Varn’s suspicions about Melin’s real motives and wondered whether some sort of Dominion treachery was involved and if that was the case, then her crew needed to be extremely careful and use tact when dealing with the situation. There was another possibility. The particular Melin clone could be defective, after all mistakes were probable in the cloning process.
[[You mean to tell me, you rarely get asylum requests,]] the Vorta quipped, sarcasm dripping from his voice. [[And here I had the impression the Federation was very generous and always offer protection to those in great need.]]
“Melin,” Kate began coolly, annoyed by the Vorta’s attitude. “You’re correct on your impression but it’s not everyday that a Vorta, the Dominion’s most loyal member would land on our doorstep and ask for protection.”
Silence reigned for a moment before Melin slowly brought up in a calm voice, clearly unfazed by the former CMO’s hostile attitude towards him. [[I have something in my possession…advanced technology that I believe could help you immensely in this war against the Dominion.]] He paused for a few seconds, letting the words sink in the Starfleet officers’ minds. [[In exchange for offering this technology, I request asylum.]]
Kate bit her lip, bewildered at the Vorta’s information and at the same time intrigued about the technology. “I will need to consult with my superiors regarding your request,” the Nuimon hybrid informed. “In the meantime, we will bring you in and keep you detained by our security.”
[[Thank you, Lt. Commander.]] He then added as if just remembering something. [[And I also have companions who joined me on my voyage here.]]
“Understood,” the Scottish woman acknowledged before ending communication. “Is the enemy ship in tractor beam range?”
“Yes ma’am,” the aOps replied.
“Activate tractor beam and direct them to a secure docking bay,” Kate ordered. “Clear everything else from the area.” Savitri complied with the orders as she started making the necessary arrangements.
They watched with tension as the attack ship was pulled towards the station’s Engineering module. “Operations to Lt. Stephens.”
[[Stephens here,]] Cochrane responded. [[Your orders?]]
“We’re pulling the Jem’Hadar vessel to one of the docking bays,” MacNeil explained. “You’re to escort the vessel and ensure it doesn’t cause any problems.”
[[Aye Commander,]] the FSC complied.
“Ops to Security,” Kate contacted Ensign Sardra Vol the station’s security chief.
[[Vol here,]] the Vulcan answered. [[What can I do for you Commander?”]]
“A Jem’Hadar attack ship has appeared outside the station and is currently being pulled towards the Engineering module,” the ExO informed. “Lt. Ganesh will be sending the details to your terminal. The Vorta on board has requested asylum.” Pausing for a moment as she briefly glanced at the screen, Kathryn then ordered. “Dispatch a security team to the enemy vessel. Detain the Vorta and his companions in the brig.”
[[Yes Commander,]] Sardra acknowledged.
MacNeil next contacted Grace to prepare sickbay in case anyone from the Dominion ship was in need of medical assistance. She had also ordered the particular docking bay to be quarantined, where no one except designated personnel were allowed in the area. She had also announced a senior staff meeting that would take place later in the morning.
Varn queried, sounding concerned. “Do you think the Vorta is telling the truth?”
“I’m not sure.” The acting CO shrugged, having the same doubts as the winged officer. “I guess we’ll find out soon.”
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Scene: Conference Room
TI: 2 hours later
The senior staff of the Federation’s largest station had filed themselves into the room. Varn, seated next to the CO’s chair, watched them as they took their designated seats. Kathryn hadn’t arrived yet and Thomas figured she was still having the subspace conversation with an admiral from Starfleet Command regarding Vorta Melin’s request.
Crichton spoke, settling down on his seat. “So I hear a Vorta is asking for our protection.” He placed a single PADD containing the memo regarding the details of the asylum request and what the Vorta proposed to offer in exchange for it. It was obvious that everyone who read the memo felt skepticism after all it was the Dominion they were dealing with. At the same time if Melin offered technology that would benefit the Federation over the Dominion, then his proposal would be worth considering.
Thomas confirmed with a nod towards the engineer. “Yes, he has requested asylum and will offer some advanced technology he procured to us.”
“Well I for one would like to get my hands on that technology and play around with them,” Jake remarked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Varn nodded in agreement and shared the chief engineer’s sentiment. The CSciO was also eager to study the technology and knew the job would be assigned to both the engineering and science departments. He looked up, when the doors slid open, allowing a tall Scottish woman into the room.
MacNeil stood at the head of the table for a moment, observing the other senior staff members before sitting down. The Scot dived into commencing the meeting as soon as she dropped the PADD on the table. “I’m sure you all have read the memo and are aware of a Vorta named Melin wants us to grant him asylum in exchange for advanced technology acquired from a planet near Dominion territory.”
Lt. Stephens questioned. “How did Melin come across the technology?”
“I am about to get to that, Lieutenant,” Kate said earnestly. Prior to the senior staff meeting, MacNeil and Vol spoke to Melin. Soon after the meeting, she had asked Thomas to conduct more research on archaeological expeditions in the gamma quadrant in the last two years, based on the information provided by the Vorta. The acting ExO had submitted his findings to the half-Nuimon.
The Scot began. “Two years ago, a civilian adventurers company sent an archaeological expedition to a planet near the Dominion border in a sector a few light years past the Jenkata Nebula. The trip was decided based on rumors of the existence of an advanced civilization that became extinct approximately one million years ago.” She paused for a moment allowing the crew to take in the information. “The group became stranded when the wormhole collapsed but they didn’t give up on their work and in fact unearthed a lot of information on the species that once existed on the planet.”
Crichton inquired, his voice filled with intense curiosity. “So the technology this Vorta claims to possess was developed by this civilization?”
“Yes. A few devices were discovered and Melin claims to have brought all of them here including the tablets found at the particular site that contain all pertinent information on the technology itself,” the hybrid nodded. “Right after the wormhole disappeared, Dominion forces conquered the planet and transformed the place into a prison camp. Melin said they were aware of the archaeological expedition for a long time to see if the privateers would discover something developed by the ancient civilization that would be beneficial to the Dominion and waited till the wormhole closure to attack the planet. So even after conquering the planet, they allowed the excavation to continue.” She didn’t need to mention the harsh conditions the expedition members were subjected to as everyone was aware how the Dominion treated their prisoners.
Sardra mentioned, perking up her brow. “It is logical to suggest such advanced technology belonging to a civilization that existed a million years ago would be attractive to the Dominion, especially if they could be advantageous to them in this war.”
“They may be hoping to obtain a weapon or defensive capability, which they hope would enable them to defeat us,” Hunter Williams suggested dryly. The marine did question, his voice filled with suspicion. “But I do wonder why the Vorta has betrayed his masters to come all the way here to gift us the technology.”
“I share your concerns, Colonel and I’m sure everyone in the room is skeptical of the Vorta’s claims as you are right now.” Thomas concurred. “But I did some research and my findings confirm the existence of the archaeological expedition to this planet. What we’re not sure is the origins of the technology the Vorta’s offering.”
“There is a chance Melin could be lying,” Kate stated grimly. “Anyway, I did speak to Starfleet Command and they feel we need to further investigate the Vorta’s claims before making a decision and make sure he is not luring us into a trap, meaning we need to check out if the technology is authentic and not something fabricated by the Dominion.
Mowree questioned. “What about the companions? Who are they?” The Caitian deputy counselor noticed MacNeil nod to Ensign Vol, who answered his question with Vulcan precision.
“My team encountered one human female, a Bolian male, a female Ferengi and a Dosi.” She added. “Only the Dosi and the Vorta are currently detained in the brig. The rest were transported to the brig because they were found in poor physical and mental health conditions.”
“What’s the prognosis of the three guests in sickbay?” Kate questioned.
“Well, it’s what you expect from someone who has been a prisoner in a Dominion camp.” Grace reported. “Malnutrition, dehydration, dysentery, various bruises and broken bones likely due to torture by Jem’Hadar soldiers. In fact the human woman is mute. Our scans show no trauma to the vocal chords and thus conclude her silence to be psychological.”
The Scottish woman nodded. “Thank you, Dr. Poe.”
Drake, well one of his clones, asked. “Aside from the Dosi, the other travelling companions were part of the expedition?”
“We haven’t been able to confirm,” Sardra replied. “But it’s logical to suggest they had been working on the project.”
Crichton queried. “Did the expedition discover what the technology was designed for…that is assuming they were designed by that extinct civilization?”
“For various applications,” MacNeil answered. “But Melin said the linguists haven’t been able to translate the tablets containing the designs of those devices. The Dominion hopes they are weapons but for all we know they could end up being a hair grower or an espresso machine for example.” Her last statement would have drawn some laughs from others if it wasn’t for the heightened situation.
“Regardless of the origins of the technology, we need to keep a close eye on Dominion activity.” Hunter pointed out. “If the Vorta is telling the truth, then suffice to say, the enemy will want him and the technology.”
“I agree,” Sardra concurred with the marine. “Vorta clones found to be defective would be ordered by their superiors to commit suicide and Melin for his defection would be found guilty that is based on the assumption his claim for asylum is sincere.” Defective Vorta clones killed themselves by activating the termination implant in their brain stem.
“Okay,” Kate decided, eyeing each and every member of the senior staff. “This is what we’re going to do now.” The others listened intently eagerly waiting for what the half-Nuimon would speak next. “Engineering and Science departments will jointly run the investigation on the ancient technology and the devices. Intelligence will be responsible for accessing any encrypted information on the attack ship and breaking any code if there’s any to unlock the device.” She added, gazing at Grace. “Medical will also be involved, checking for any dangerous diseases or something that may be hidden in the artifacts.”
“Lt. Stephens,” the half-Nuimon addressed the FSC. “Assign a squadron to sweep the surrounding area to keep a look out for any enemy activity. If you encounter anything unusual, alert Operations immediately.”
“Yes ma’am,” Cochrane complied.
“Lt. Nurunyun,” Kate turned to the feline officer. “Speak to the three companions in sickbay as well as Melin and the Dosi and make a psychological profile of them.”
Mowree nodded in compliance before MacNeil continued speaking, her attention on the Sec/Tac, MCO, SOO and the Drake clone. “It is possible the Dominion will try to launch an attack either through subterfuge or open confrontation to take back what they see as theirs. Of course this is all assuming what the Vorta says is true.”
Williams warned. “Well if Melin is bluffing, then his arrival and those devices he brought would pose a danger to the station and its inhabitants.”
“I agree with the Colonel,” Vol said, perking up her Vulcan eyebrow. “There are already measures in place to root out any Dominion infiltrators, due to the war.”
“Though in my opinion, the Dominion are likely to avoid open combat with us, considering we’ll have assistance from the sixth fleet at hand to fight,” Randy Giles, the SOO pointed out. “And instead prefer to send undercover agents to finish the job.”
Drake nodded. “I agree with Lt. Giles’ assessment.”
“Well I will leave the security and preparing battle tactics with the experts,” MacNeil remarked, grinning. She sighed, clasping her hands and placing then on the table. There was lot of work to be done and so many uncertainties surrounding Vorta Melin, his companions and the technology that may or may not be created by an ancient civilization that once existed millions of years ago. “Do you have any questions?” Kate asked, peering at the crew. She was responded with silence and thus the auburn haired woman ordered, addressing everyone. “Keep me updated on any progress made in your assigned tasks.”
Nods of affirmation were given by the other officers and the Scot concluded. “Good, the meeting is adjourned and you’re all dismissed.
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NRPG: And so we’re finally underway on our new mission. Hope you enjoy it :) Now as far as how the mission will unfold, well I will leave that up to your capable hands ;) So I encourage everyone to come up with interesting plot twists or developments, interactions with your fellow players’ characters and make good use of the station.
Oh as for Kate’s new additions to her pet family, I will describe them in another post.
If you have any questions/concerns/comments or need ideas for posts, I’m around to help :)
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