= Padassa Trading Station - Quorum Space (Romulan Annexed) =
= Harker's Personal Quarters =
After the incident with Rangi and having her taken to the cell,
Martin was surprisingly calm and Harker was watching him
carefully.
Harker sat at the table and waited while his food was
served. He looked at Martin who sat across him at the
decorated table. "Are you sure you're not hungry, Martin?"
Nicolas asked him nicely. "The chef can make you anything
you desire."
Martin shook his head and stared moodily at the intricate
pattern of the table cloth. He took the edge of it into his
fingers, looking at Harker now and then surrepticiously.
Harkers food had had been served and he was inspecting it.
Martin picked at a thread in the embroidered cloth,
determined not to speak to this horrible man.
"Nicolas sliced through a piece of chicken on his plate and
slowly took a bite. "Mmmmm," he said. He then sliced a wedge
of a fried potato took a bit. "Oh this really is delicious."
He continued eating for a minute or so and then stopped to
take a drink from his glass of wine. "You really should try
some Martin, just a bite," he suggested, taking his fork and
putting a drumstick in Martin's empty plate.
Martin was hungry...very hungry, for it had been sometime
since he had eaten anything. He eyed the chicken silently
then glanced at Harker who seemed to be ignoring him. The
chicken smelt inviting and Martin wanted it.
He pulled at the thread in his fingers and succeeded in
making a small hole. Harker was savouring his wine so Martin
decided he would take just a little bite...nothing
much...just a taste of it.He slid his hand over the ege of
the table towards the plate and touched the chicken. His
mouth watered.
Taking another drink from his glass, Nicolas glanced at
Martin. He pretended not to notice and turned his attention
to his own plate.
Martin furtively took a bite. Harker was right, it 'was'
delicious and he ate it, watching Harker all the time.It was
soon gone and he returned to plucking at the thread
undercover of the table edge but eyeing Harkers meal now,
wishing he had more for himself.
"So tell me Martin... that terminal we found in the chapel.
How does it work? It looks so old, I don't think I'd be able
to figure it out myself," Nicolas said. There was silence
for a moment and then Harker placed a baked potato in
Martin's plate.
The little boys eyes grew wide. This was too much to
resist. He picked up his knife and fork and began a clumsy
attempt to slice it.
"It 'is' old." he said. "Its very old."
He bit into the potato and looked across at the man opposite
him. " I can figure things out...my daddy taught me." he
said with a touch of defiance. It was good to know this
horrid man wasnt clever.
"Were you able to figure it out?" Nicolas asked curiously.
He already knew the answer; he had his people take it apart
and scan every byte to make sure Rangi hadn't submitted a
message, but the terminal's memory was wiped and there was
no evidence of any transmissions made. At least, that was the
official story.
"Yes." Martin said and chewed happily on his potato. He was
right, this man wasnt clever at all. " You dont know much do
you?" he asked, delighting in being able to be impolite. He
looked at the chicken on Harkers plate.
"Hmmm," Harker mused at Martin's question. He motioned with
a finger to a servant who brought over a covered plate.
Putting it down in front of Martin, the servant lifted the
lid to reveal a full meal, steaming hot. "Could you teach
me?"
Martin paused before answering, concentrating instead on
the food. After a moment or two he said:
" I can teach you how to play TacSim. Im really good at it."
He picked up a drumstick and bit into it.
"Excellent, I look forward to it," Nicolas smiled. The
servant came over again, this time with a large bowl of
chocolate pudding. "Finish your meal first, young man," he
added with a parental tone of voice.
Martin ate steadily as wafts of choclatey aroma drifted
across the table. It seemed the man wanted to be his friend.
" When can mummy come and have some dinner?" he asked
"Don't worry about her, she'll be fine," Nicolas said. "I'm
sorry that you had to see her treated that way, but I had to
in front of the Romulans. I couldn't otherwise... they might
have suspected that I wanted to help your mummy."
"Help her?" Martin looked up eagerly. "You want to help
mummy? We can go and get her then...you can tell the
Romulans to go away."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple Martin," Nicolas shook his
head. "You see, the Romulans can't know I want to help her,
otherwise they will hurt her. But the place I sent her to is
safe; she has a friend there who will keep her company and
she will sleep soundly tonight."
Martin frowned. " I thought the Romulans were your friends."
he ventured.
"I have to make them think we're friends," Nicolas said.
"So that I can help the Federation. That's where I come from
after all... I come from Earth."
Martins confusion showed in his expression. This was all
very complicated but Harker was smiling to him as though he
really meant what he said.
" I come from Earth too." Martin told him and at a signal
from Harker, the servant dished out a generous helping of
the pudding, removing the chicken plate and placing the dish
in front of Martin. The pudding oozed chocolate sauce and
Martin picked up his spoon.
This was just what Rangi liked and he could imagine what she
would have said if she had been there to share it. He dipped
his spoon into the sausce but looked at Harker thinking that
something wasnt right. Surely, he asked himself, his mother
would know if Harker was really a friend. She had recognised
him so perhaps what he said 'was' true yet Rangi had
distrusted him.
He dropped his gaze to the pudding and began to eat some
whilst Harker leaned back in his chair and sipped from his
glass.
= End Log =
Nicolas Harker
Federation Defector
Romulan Star Empire
[NPC by Bren]
-
Martin Guzman
Civilian Child
Starbase Unity
[NPC by Rangi]
Saturday, May 30, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD 240905.30.| Quorum Space | Nicolas Harker / Martin Guzman
rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
= Padassa Trading Station - Quorum Space (Romulan
Annexed) =
Harker sat at the table and waited while his food was
served. He looked at Martin who sat across him at the
decorated table.
"Are you sure you're not hungry, Martin?" Nicolas asked him
nicely. "The chef can make you anything you desire."
Martin shook his head and stared moodily at the intricate
pattern of the table cloth. He took the edge of it into his
fingers, looking at Harker now and then surrepticiously.
Harkers food had been served and he was inspecting it.
Martin picked at a thread in the embroidered cloth,
determined not to speak to this horrible man.
Nicolas sliced through a piece of chicken on his plate and
slowly took a bite. "Mmmmm," he said. He then sliced a wedge
of a fried potato took a bit. "Oh this really is delicious."
He continued eating for a minute or so and then stopped to
take a drink from his glass of wine. "You really should try
some Martin, just a bite," he suggested, taking his fork and
putting a drumstick in Martin's empty plate.
Martin was hungry...very hungry... for it had been sometime
since he had eaten anything. He eyed the chicken silently
then glanced at Harker who seemed to be ignoring him. The
chicken smelt inviting and Martins mouth began to water.
He pulled at the thread in his fingers and succeeded in
making a small hole. Harker was savouring his wine so Martin
decided he would take just a little bite...nothing
much...just a taste of it.He slid his hand over the edge of
the table towards the plate and touched the chicken.
Taking another drink from his glass, Nicolas glanced at
Martin. He pretended not to notice and turned his attention
to his own plate.
Martin furtively took a bite. Harker was right, it 'was'
delicious and he ate it, watching Harker all the time.It was
soon gone and he returned to plucking at the thread
undercover of the table edge but eyeing Harkers meal now,
wishing he had more for himself.
"So tell me Martin... that terminal we found in the chapel.
How does it work? It looks so old, I don't think I'd be able
to figure it out myself," Nicolas said. There was silence
for a moment and then Harker placed a baked potato in
Martin's plate.
The little boys eyes grew wide. This was too much to
resist. He picked up his knife and fork and began a clumsy
attempt to slice it.
"It 'is' old." he said. "Its very old."
He bit into the potato and looked across at the man opposite
him. " I can figure things out...my daddy taught me." he
said with a touch of defiance. It was good to know this
horrid man wasnt clever.
"Were you able to figure it out?" Nicolas asked curiously.
He already knew the answer; he had his people take it apart
and scan every byte to make sure Rangi hadn't submitted a
message, but the terminal's memory was wiped and there was
no evidence of any transmissions made.
"Yes." Martin said and chewed happily on his potato. He was
right, this man wasnt clever at all.
" You dont know much do you?" he asked, delighting in being
able to be impolite. He looked at the chicken on Harkers
plate.
"Hmmm," Harker mused at Martin's question. He motioned with
a finger to a servant who brought over a covered plate.
Putting it down in front of Martin, the servant lifted the
lid to reveal a full meal, steaming hot. "Could you teach
me?"
Martin paused before answering, concentrating instead on
the food. After a moment or two he said:
" I can teach you how to play TacSim. Im really good at it."
He picked up a drumstick and bit into it.
"Excellent, I look forward to it," Nicolas smiled. The
servant came over again, this time with a large bowl of
chocolate pudding. "Finish your meal first, young man," he
added with a parental tone of voice.
Martin ate steadily as wafts of choclatey aroma drifted
across the table. It seemed the man wanted to be his friend.
" When can mummy come and have some dinner?" he asked
"Don't worry about her, she'll be fine," Nicolas said. "I'm
sorry that you had to see her treated that way, but I had to
in front of the Romulans. I couldn't otherwise... they might
have suspected that I wanted to help your mummy."
"Help her?" Martin looked up eagerly. "You want to help
mummy? We can go and get her then...you can tell the
Romulans to go away."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple Martin," Nicolas shook his
head. "You see, the Romulans can't know I want to help her,
otherwise they will hurt her. But the place I sent her to is
safe; she has a friend there who will keep her company and
she will sleep soundly tonight."
Martin frowned. " I thought the Romulans were your friends."
he ventured.
"I have to make them think we're friends," Nicolas said.
"So that I can help the Federation. That's where I come from
after all... I come from Earth."
Martins confusion showed in his expression. This was all
very complicated but Harker was smiling to him as though he
really meant what he said.
" I come from Earth too." Martin told him and at a signal
from Harker, the servant dished out a generous helping of
the pudding, removing the chicken plate and placing the dish
in front of Martin. The pudding oozed chocolate sauce and
Martin picked up his spoon.
This was just what Rangi liked and he could imagine what she
would have said if she had been there to share it. He dipped
his spoon into the sauce but looked at Harker thinking that
something wasnt right.
Surely, he asked himself, his mother would know if Harker
was really a friend. She had recognised him so perhaps what
he said 'was' true yet Rangi had distrusted him.She had sent
a message but had told Harker she had not.
He dropped his gaze to the pudding and began to eat some
whilst Harker leaned back in his chair and sipped from his
glass.
*** End Log ***
Martin Guzman
Civilian
[NPC by Rangi]
-
Nicolas Harker
Federation Defector
Romulan Star Empire
[NPC by Bren]
[USS Chimera] SD: 240905.30 Duty Log Cmdr. Wellington
=/\= Corridors =/\=
Athena walked toward the bridge sensing the anticipation from those around her. She stretched her senses as she had while on Viktor's ship and Mumbled more to herself than anyone around her, "Here but not... there's something going on." She didn't even noticed the curious look given a tactical crew member as he overheard her.
The red klaxons began blinking and Athena quickened her steps and lengthened her stride. It was only a couple of minutes before the bridge door hissed open in front of her and she surveyed the nerve center of the action at the moment.
=/\= Bridge =/\=
Athena walked quickly to the open XO station and took a quick look as to what was going on now.
"Reese, more power to shields and weapons. We need to hit them hard and fast to clear a pathway to the planet." Rojac called.
Jade responded in the background as Athena focused her attention on the viewscreen and her senses outward toward the enemy. Orders were issued to Anya and others reported in from the transporter room.
"It the same," Athena whispered almost to herself.
"I'm getting distorted reading around the planet sir. Almost like some device is trying to block our sensors. Large amounts of antiprotons are being detected in the vicinity."
"I've seen this before," the Task Group commander said. Voices faded in and out in the background as Athena focused her attention seemingly one the viewscreen.
"There's 3 and... surface troops," Athena thought aloud. She sat and braced herself in the XO seat and concentrated. "Sensing deception," Athena finally said in a normal tone, but the Captain was already calling for evasive maneuvers.
"Firing aft turrets!" Tactical shouted.
"I'm going to need more time before I can effectively counter the anti-shield beam." Jade said quickly.
"I'm going to need more time before I can effectively counter the anti-shield beam." Jade said quickly.
Sensors are detecting six breen freighters on an escape vector on the dark side of the planet. They are powering up their organic warp drive systems."
"Get them off our ass for a moment."
"What's your plan, Captain?" Bren asked.
"They are distortion torpedoes, Commander." Rojac said. "We can't afford to let them escape to warp - so I'm collapsing subspace for a while until we can capture them later."'
"It worked. A distortion field is preventing them from going to warp - us too."
The Breen ships were taken care of and the security teams were transported to the Breen freighters. Athena sat calmly and blinked several times before saying, "They're here!"
"Captain, Commander! Five Romulan ships dropped out of warp outside of the planet's gravity well, due to the distortion torpedoes. At full impulse they would enter transporter range for the planet's surface in ten minutes." Zerphimi reported.
"Reese, what's Lancer Squadron's status?" The Captain asked.
"They're making bombing runs planet side." Jade said.
"Then we'll have to intercept." Roajc said. "Dior plot an intercept course and engage. Best speed."
"Aye, sir." The half-bajoran half-betazoid Lieutenant replied over her shoulder. "Weapons range in three minutes."
"I'm getting a report from the Magellan; they're under attack by two Romulan ships and have evacuated the Rapier," Bren reported. "I'm going to tell them to hold their ground as long as they can to delay those two birds."
Athena had sat quietly for several minutes... almost as if she had become a mute. "Captain, I'm sensing something else out there." Athena could feel something else but didn't know what it could be it was almost as if something else was hiding just waiting. {Something wicked this way comes ...} echoed silently through her head.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Commander Athena Wellington
Counselor
USS Chimera-C
<<Thanks to all those who a borrowed from in other Logs!! :D >>
[USS Chimera] SD: 240905.30 || Canna III Assault Log - Part One ||
----------
Start Log
----------
Anya led the two squadrons in a silent dive to the surface
of Canna III. In a way it should have been a dream come
true for her , seeing her AX-01s and AX-02s flying side by
side but something was unsettling her. She didn't know if
it was something she was detecting through Prophet's
prescience or merely her own reliable gut instinct, what
she did know was something bad was going to happen.
The Lancers and M-35As had made their descent to the
surface on the opposite side of the planet to avoid
detection and to also allow time for the barrage of
stealthed Skyscreamer missiles from the EAS Prometheus
to reach the target. They flew near blindly through
canyons and extremely low over the surface to continue
avoiding detection relying heavily on topographical maps
taken during the last days of the Solrin War when Alliance
Forces were trying to dig out the remaining Solrin Forces
and barely functioning passive sensors. Anya had no
doubt that despite the experience of both her and the
Prometheus pilots that they were all highly stressed at
the moment.
The route indicator bleeped a warning indicating that they
were five minutes from the suspected target base and
Anya readied herself accordingly. Above the base the
Skyscreamer Missiles raced in and detonated in the upper
atmosphere creating a massive cloud of chaff and emitting
a jamming signal which to those on the ground would look
like a group of ships jumping into low orbit causing every
anti-air defense system to target them allowing Anya's
Lancers and the M-35As a clear visual on their first target.
Anya broke comm silence for the first time since launching.
"All units this is Strike Commander. Commence Operation
Phase One, code ES for mission go. Break by flights and
light 'em up." In return she received a barrage of
affirmatives from both squadrons although it was easy to
discern between the Erassian voices and those of her very
own Lancers. The Lancers addressed her as 'Lead' or 'One'
and the Erassians addressed her as 'Stormchild'. That last
title often held more weight than a high rank within the
Erassian Alliance Military.
Targetting a light anti-air battery Anya rapidly turned it
into molten slag with the powerful pulse phaser cannon
mounted in the nose of the AX-02 Lancer. In theory the
more heavily armed M-35As were focusing on the heavy
anti-orbital guns and the base shield generators but as
they hadn't known the exact layout of the base during
the planning phase of the mission it was a bit like pot luck
as to what targets popped up for each sweeping route.
Anya spotted a likely looking target, a long transparisteel
window overlooking a long stretch of the base perimeter.
It was likely the primary control centre for the bases
external defences. Taking it out would provide a definite
advantage to the attacking forces. She banked hard and
kicked in the thrusters so her Lancer hovered in front of
the window. Thumbing the weapons select to the
quantumn nano-torpedo chainguns and depressing the
trigger Anya ruthlessly fired, the rounds ripping through
glass, machines, blood, bone and flesh.
Rejoining the rest of her flight she poured over the
information being transmitted from Sun God through the
combat datastream evaluating the damage the squadrons
had achieved. Opening up a channel to all the fighters
Anya called "Move to Operation Phase Two. Lancers
provide Close Air Support for ODA Assault teams and
hit any lazed targets. Prometheus Fire assume High
Altitude Combat Air Patrol and cover the Special Forces
Orbital Drop Pods on their way down."
----------------
End of Part One
----------------
Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C
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