<SMDrew>	Patrolling the Frontier - Mission 13  - 10911.17
<SMDrew>	Summary:  After successfully ejecting the particle wormhole the Claymore slips through the Dimensional Causality Loop avoiding the initial ram scoop ingestion.  The Claymore and her crew arrive just out of LRS range from the Thro Tal System.  The Lothian controlled system now reportedly back in the middle of war...

<SMDrew>	****************** Resume Mission *******************

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Settled firmly in the Sickbay office, swiveling back and forth in the chair::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Sitting in her seat in sickbay, where she's been working adamantly at her paperwork, but avoiding actual patients, for coworkers for that matter, for the entirety of her shift thus far::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::on the Bridge, pacing; he's in desperate need of a life::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::At the bridge operations station monitoring the ship's status::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Tilts his PADD on its side on the desk, then back on its top, then on its other side, rotating it around and around::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Arrives on the bridge, heads towards the Engineering console, logs in and monitors the panel::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Sitting in her chair in her office, waiting on the others::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::in his quarters, examining a few personnel reports, though he's just noticed the time on deck::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Leans into the computer console, reading over a few new arrivals...taps his PADD on the desk in thought, then hops out of his chair::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::leaves tactical and heads over to the captain's ready room:: CSO: It's time for the meeting. *XO*: Commander, it's time.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Exits the office and heads up to Raeyld's station, where she can usually be found, as is the case in this instance::  MO:  Busy?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::places the PADDs down, figuring as much::  *CTO*: Thank you, Commander. I'm on my way.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::works on some paperwork, taking in the quiet of the room::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::exits his quarters immediately and turns right, heading for the turbolift at the end of the corridor::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Scrolls through one display on the console ahead of her, diligently comparing it to a PADD in her hands, when she finally, if delayed, looks up at Welland's address:: CMO: Nothing...pressing.  ::Smiles slightly, but gamely::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::thinks he's missing someone as he hits the door chime::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Looks up from her padd, going over some data.::  CTO:  Huh?  Ohhh... yea.  Thanks.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	MO:  I'm headed up for bridge relief while that meeting's taking place...and I'd like to test a theory.  Would you be so kind as to join me?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::looks over towards the crew's break room, wondering what all the commotion is about::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::enters the Turbolift::  Turbolift: Bridge.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::sighs, slumping down finally in the XO's chair::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::in his quarters, reading over a PADD with one eye, and tapping at a console in front of him to scroll back through ship's information::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Hears the chime and looks up, paper in hand::  Come.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::An eyebrow nudges upward slightly, but she quickly stands for her answer, pulling at the strap of her med kit as she rises, slipping it over her shoulder::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Calls out::  Amica:  Jeff, you got things?  I'm going to the bridge and Raeyld's coming with.  She's on call, though, if you need to summon anyone.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Stuffs his hands in his lab coat pockets::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::nodding once, he transfers the information from console to PADD, then deactivating it, and getting up::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::emerges from the Turbolift, watching as some command division crew members moves out of his way and allows him to enter the Bridge::

<CWO_Amica>  ::Looks up from his seat at the nurse's station::  CMO:  Sure thing, Boss.  ::Nods once::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: Master Chief, everything alright?

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::yawns::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Waves Raeyld to follow him, spinning on his heels and heading toward the exit::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: Alrighty then.  ::walks towards T'Shara's office, touching the door chime::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: follows behind Kizlev, finishing a report as she goes.::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::A second eyebrow rises to meet the first, but Raeyld smoothly follows Welland out the door::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::enters the office with the others:: CO: Captain. ::he nods to her::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Glances to Raeyld::  MO:  Oh, good, you've got your med kit.  ::Approaches the turbolift and allows the doors to open, then stands aside for Raeyld::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: Commander.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods to the others as they enter::  All: Please have a seat.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::pulls a chair for Senn before taking a seat::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Slips into one of the seats with a nod of general greeting to all.::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Somehow her brow rises a bit higher as she joins Welland in the turbolift, popping her kit open a moment to double-check its contents.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::after a few moments, he heads for his door, and out into the corridor, shaking his head ever so slightly:: Self: Always with the meetings. ::idly, thinks back to when the only decisions that needed to be made were usually around size of weaponry to utilize::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::enters as well, taking a seat off to the side::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Enters the lift::  Turbolift::  Bridge, please.  ::Folds his hands calmly behind his back, looking perfectly settled and reasonable::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Running level 2 diagnostics on the EPS Systems and conduits::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::While staring straight ahead at the 'lift doors::  MO:  When we arrive, step out, don't announce your presence, and get some baseline vitals on Ensign Fong for me, would you?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::toggles through a few displays on his console and frowns than nods to himself, than checks something else and begins reviewing the ship's logs for the past duty shift.::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	MO:  Preferably without him noticing.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::still wonders who is missing for the meeting...one of the more eccentric humans on board possibly...what's his name again...? a pilot...::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::signals a turbolift, and steps inside, ordering the bridge::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Raises an eyebrow and notices Williams is late as usual.  Not wanting to wait.::  All:  I called you here to come up with a tactical plan to survey the Thro Tal System.  We have reason to believe they are back at war.  But, thus far have not asked for our assistance.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Her eyebrows give up entirely, and she merely smiles without attempting to understand:: CMO: I believe I can, yes.  ::Removes her tricorder from the kit, and calibrates it to Ferengi physiology, closing the rest of her kit::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Nods, and the doors open a moment later::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::As the doors open, she steps onto the bridge, focusing her tricorder's scans upon Fong from the moment she's within range::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::calmly checks the few minor changes made in the ship's status and nods to himself, ignoring the turbolift, assuming that it is someone heading for the Captain's meeting late.::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Waits about the length of three -- maybe three and a half beats -- and emerges from the turbolift onto the bridge::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::the lift comes to a stop, the door opens, and the pilot in command steps onto the bridge... he pauses, glances briefly around the bridge as he casually makes his way towards the ready room::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::watches Fong for a few moments, wondering what he's doing::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Winds his way down into the command area::  CMC:  Master Chief, how goes it?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Again looks over at the Crew's Break room and then across the bridge to the Captain's Ready Room...wondering what the meeting is about::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Moves forward to the center of the bridge, sitting casually in the seat normally reserved for the Counselor::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: Have you got anything yet.  I know you are still outside of long-range sensor range.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::snaps out of his daze and stands reflexively::  CMO: Not bad, sir. Just facilitating the boredom here.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::without breaking his stride, and without looking at either doctor:: CMO/MO: Doctors. ::he says nothing else, and steps towards the ready room door, which opens to admit him::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::looks up from his console for a long moment, takes a deep breath and looks back down at his console.::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CMC:  Fine by me.  Prefer it to...just about anything else, anyway.  ::Folds his hands behind his back::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CEO:  How about you, Commander?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: There have been fighter craft contacts appearing on LRS, sir. Massive energy signatures caused by high yield planetary bombardments as well. Very little beyond that.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CMO:  Ditto!

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::nods, wondering if Welland has come to assume boredom patrol from him::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::moves into the ready room, letting the door close, and chooses instead to stand to one side of the group, observing the exchange::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Smiles amiably::  CEO:  Good.  ::Turns back and takes a few steps forward::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	<add Lothian to "fighter craft" my last, just to avoid confusion>

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	OPS:  Ensign!  How were those inventories coming along?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::continues going over the last duty shift's logs, and comparing them to the shift reports::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Glances at Williams and then back to Kizlev::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CO: Our orders are to gather intelligence, not become involved. Shouldn't we concern ourselves with that first, then worry about the rest?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Watches her scan results quietly, a small smile playing upon her lips::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::Looks up again, but doesn’t turn around:: CMO: Very good Commander.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Mellows a bit::  OPS:  Good to hear.  Everything else going well?

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::arrives on the Bridge, noticing the gaggle of officers in the middle of the room::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	OPS:  It is ultimately the downfall of any good officer...paperwork that is! ::smiles;:

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: Logical especially if there is a war commencing.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::approaches the group, PADD in hand as he does, waiting to be addressed, or for a quiet moment::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	XO: Aye, Commander.  I am not worried about the rest as you put it but I want to make sure we have all the information.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::returns T'Shara's gaze with a cool, but neutral, one of his own... then looks elsewhere as she returns her attention to the rest of the group::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::scratches his head, but waits::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CMO: All systems are green at this point sir.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Having served with him long enough she knows there's more.::  XO: Go ahead Commander.... I know you have more to say.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CEO: Yes sir.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	OPS:  Very well.  Carry on.  ::Smiles, turning slightly again and issuing Raeyld a brief, knowing glance::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Turns to the new arrival::  PC:  Sergeant.  ::Nods once::  What brings you to the bridge?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods in return, although not nearly so knowingly, and sets her tricorder aside, although not closing it nor ceasing the scan::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::glances over his shoulder and sees the MO set down an open tricorder aimed in his general direction, than turns back to his console trying to find a reason to inspect something off the bridge::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::shakes his head, not thinking the gesture was that obvious, but recognized long ago that he's not a person who hides his emotions particularly well::  CO/CTO: It seems to me that the best tactical option is to simply stay out of sight, as observers. I wouldn't want to arrive and instigate more conflict between these peoples, especially with us.

<FP_FL_Cerna> *bridge*: Flight deck to the bridge. Be advised fighter grouping delta will be in holodeck 1 for simulations. Again, fighter grouping delta will be in holodeck 1 for simulations. Acknowledge.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	All: Two options we can run the Claymore close to the outer perimeter of the Thro Tal system and scan as best we can while in warp.  However, we may not get the detailed information we are looking for.  As a secondary option I was thinking we could launch two shuttle teams and have them run through the system along the outer planets and then meet back up with the Claymore on the other side.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	OPS:  ::Smiles at the reply::  I had a professor at the Academy...years ago, she said that the best way to handle the "paperwork" is to use the Ancient Roman philosophy..."Divide and Conquer" 

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::smiles slightly::  CMO: You, sir.  ::holds the PADD out for Welland::  Information on our training evolution that we spoke of in the lounge a few days ago. We'll begin in two days.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::checks the holodeck status:: *Cerna* Bridge Acknowledges.  Holodeck should be clear for your use.  Safe flight.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::looks at Kizlev, the old blue man having the most tactical experience among them::  CTO: What do you think, Commander?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CEO: Roman sir?

<FP_FL_Cerna> *bridge*: Confirmed. Simulation should be approximately 1.5 hours in duration.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  The primary question is if they are at war again or not, right?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Sits back, watching and listening a few more minutes as she waits for further instruction from Welland::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::stays silent for the moment, letting them hammer it out amongst themselves... he really doesn't need to be here, but then... it beats his quarters::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CSO: War being the primary question.  But, I would think the Federations interest would be that of humanitarian aid now that war has broke out.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	PC:  Oh, good.  ::Accepts the PADD and reviews it briefly::  Planning to make it for the entire trip, but we'll see how things work out.  Either way, you'll have some medical supervision.  ::Nods once::  Thank you, Sergeant.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO/XO: I've been known for my aggression and risk-taking in the past, but this time I would rather not place our vulnerable shuttles in harm's way. In fact, I have little concern about us being detected. Seeing us could distract them and let them know that the Federation is watching with enough concern to send a well-armed starship to this system.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	OPS:  1st Century Earth, a great civilization, government, road network, great army that kept conquering their neighbors, after all was said and done, the Romans ruled most of the known world of Earth

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::nods, gesturing to the PADD::  CMO: There's a gear list and itinerary on there, sir, but I've put together a pack for you with all of this stuff--save for medical equipment, of course.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  CMO: But if you're available, all you gotta do is show-up. Rations, pack, and all that are taken care of.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  Well... we know they were at war for over a thousand years... how that is possible and still exist is beyond me.  They stopped when they found warp capabilities to their ships.  We know the last census of the two worlds.... the census would give us an idea on the humanitarian end.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::still looking for a reason to depart the bridge:: CEO: What happened to them, Commander.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::decides not to add verbally, though does add mentally, that it doesn't hurt to have a few hundred photon torpedoes close by just in case... people have been known to see random acts of kindness as hostile::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	PC:  Excellent.  ::Takes his right hand out of his lab coat pocket to insert the PADD therein, and in doing so, jars a hypospray loose from the pocket, which clatters to Fong's feet::  PC:  Oh...oh, dear.  Pardon me a moment.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: Agreed Commander.  All: One of the concerns from Admiral Cosgrave when we last spoke was the fact that the original government had asked the Federation for help with feeding their people.  He had not heard from that government since war has broken out.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods at Kizlev's thought, not liking the shuttle idea himself, seeing as though he would be the one at risk--at least, one of the people at risk::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::nearly jumps out of his seat away from the unexpected hypospray::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Walks over towards Fong's station and crouches down to pick up his lost item::  OPS:  Very sorry, Ensign.  Pardon me.  ::Reaches for it::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::watches the hypospray fall, wondering briefly how medical people always manage to cram all this stuff into their pants::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Bites her lip to prevent a smile from playing upon it::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	OPS:  They fought one neighbor too many, ever hear the term "Barbarians at the gate!"?  The Germanic Tribes to the north were just one too many...they even invaded Rome itself...unthinkable at the time.   

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::looks at the CMO for a long moment:: CMO:  Just be ca....yes, sir.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::Looks at Hull and Fong, wondering if they both had brain surgery in the last day or so::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Stretches, his fingers playing upon the edges of the hypospray casing a few times, then finally grasping it and pulling it back out, dropping it into the lab coat pocket alongside Oley's PADD::  OPS:  Again, sorry.  ::Smiles apologetically and stands, moving back to his previous position::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	PC:  I'm sure you're on top of things.  I'll let you know as soon as I'm sure I can make the arrangements.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CEO: I see.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::nods::  CMO: Very good, Commander. I hope you can attend..it'll be good training for sure.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::barks at Oley::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Lets her eyes wander momentarily to the view screen ahead, any mirth dropping from her face, replaced by a moment of unmasked concern and uncertainty::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::shakes his head at Matthews and then turns and heads for the turbolift::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	XO: We'll take the Claymore through the outer edge of the Thro Tal System.  Work with Commander Kizlev and Lieutenant Senn for logistics on the amount of time we need to spend in the system to get all the information we are looking for.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Turns and raises an eyebrow at Matthews, completely baffled::  CMC:  ...What...was that?

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, but still doesn't say anything, electing to remain standing while the meeting goes on around him... absently, he shrugs::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::watches Oley walk out, grinning as he does, then looks back to Welland, noting immediately the confused look::  CMO: Enlisted thing, Commander..don't worry.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CAG: Provide information to myself and Commander Davis on sending a few recon ships out during the time the claymore is in Thro Tal space.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::waits for the turbolift doors to close, then cracks up::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Gradually allows a reluctant smile::  CMC:  Trust me -- not going to think about it any more than I have to.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CSO: When we get in close enough you can begin your scans.  You will work on all humanitarian scans, food, water, wounded information.  Anything you can get your hands on in the time we have.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::tilts his head a degree, taking in a slow breath, before offering simply:: CO: It should be relatively easy. Claymore should provide the necessary distraction to avoid, or minimize, detection of the fighters.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: You will be in charge of getting as much military data as possible.  Troops, weapon platforms, any sort of government communications.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CAG: Aye.  That's why I want to be able to use the recon fighters as a secondary measure if needed.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  I can scan life signs, I can scan water and destruction, but food... that is a bit much.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Understood. Captain, I want to add that I feel the XO is right that we should proceed with stealth, but we should be prepared in case we are detected. One side or the other sending a distress call to us could inadvertently snare us into the conflict. My advice, sir, is to plan a diplomatic solution should it come to that.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CSO: You should be able to get an idea on any agricultural impact.  Flora and Fauna counts on both planets will give us some idea of the devastation we are looking at.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CO: If you wish to reduce significantly your risk of detection, leave Claymore stationary. The recon fighters are smaller, faster, and more maneuverable during intrasystem flight. Information can be relayed through them to Claymore for compilation and analysis.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  That falls under destruction... but I guess we could make an inference off that.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> :::sighs again::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: We will have to keep in contact with DS3 as well any change in situations may require us to become involved.  But, we will not do so unless instructed by DS3.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Glances at the chronometer::  CMC:  That bad, Master Chief?

<Computer> Level 2 diagnostic complete, all within nominal operations

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  CMO: No offense, Commander, but watching other people play with computers is why God invented officers.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	All: We will try to be as stealthy as possible.  But, as Commander Kizlev stated it may work out to our advantage if we are detected at some point.  Preferably once we are out of the system and have all data collected.

<FP_FO_Anderson> ::standing in a small side corridor near the marine bunker, watching the primary corridor for signs of traffic::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	XO: Do you have anything else to add Commander?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Isaac hears the computer finding on the diagnostic, verifies the display and acknowledges the report, begin a level 2 diagnostic on the ship's replicators::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods, but turns to Williams::  CAG: If we left Claymore stationary, how many craft would you want to survey the area?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Chuckles::  CMC:  None taken.  If you've got somewhere else to be, by all means, I'll take over yawning for you.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Awakens suddenly from her reverie, aware again of her relatively vulnerable location, and reassumes her professional demeanor, harshly breaking her gaze away from the view screen.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  CMO: I'd be happy to be relieved, but I doubt I'd go anywhere still.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::shifts slightly on his feet, so he sort of barely takes Davis into consideration as well:: XO: It can be accomplished with as few as 3. If intending to utilize multiple points of entry, I would recommend at least 4.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CMC:  You had your physical yet?  Can't remember offhand.  ::Reaches for his own PADD, in his left lab coat pocket, and scrolls through his schedule once::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::turns back to T'Shara, his mind having been made up regardless of Williams' prepubescent manner of interpersonal communication::  CO: I think allowing the fighters to do this would be our best option. We can keep due diligence, as Commander Kizlev suggested, but there's no reason to enter the minefield ourselves at this point.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  CMO: I honestly can't remember the last time someone's played with all that stuff, Commander.

<FP_FO_Anderson>  ::a uniform makes their way down the 
corridor, towards the entrance to the marine headquarters aboard ship... absently, the pilot's hand comes back, and in one fluid motion, a water balloon goes one way, and the junior officer goes the other... quickly::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::realizes how that sounded all of a sudden::  CMO: Uh, doctors...I mean...

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	All:  Pity we could not simply go down and do a recon mission for a general feel of the atmosphere over all.  But some how, I do not think doc is that much of a miracle worker.  That or I would prefer not to find out.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CAG: Ok Mr. Williams prep 4 recon craft.  Two will be dedicated to humanitarian and two will be for military.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Grins::  CMC:  Of course.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CO: I will have them prepared for close planetary surveillance.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	All: Ok if there is nothing else dismissed.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CSO: If by 'going down' you mean the surface of one of those worlds at war, the only atmosphere you would find would be disturbed by charged plasma death falling from the sky. ::stands upon being dismissed::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::turns about, and is, unsurprisingly, already heading out the door and back across the bridge towards the lift::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CMC:  Soon as they come out of the meeting, I'll get you down to sickbay, and you can feel free to be as bored as you want there.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::stands::  CO: Captain, Staff Sergeant Oley has requested permission to begin a training exercise in two days. Do you want me to postpone this just in case we need their services?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::stands from her desk::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Glances up as she sees Williams cross the bridge, and other begin to exit the ready room::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::nods, knowing he should have actually said he's been played with regularly every six months instead::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::tapping his badge, he orders Cerna to begin recon preps before stepping into the lift, and ordering the flight deck::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: stands and heads out::  CTO:  Then it is a good thing we look so very different from them that that is not an option.  :: sadness enters her voice::  But one cannot help pity those involved... especially the children.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	XO: There is no need to postpone.  They can continue with their scheduled training it shouldn't interfere with this.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  I wonder what happened.  With warp drive they were able to get resources elsewhere.  The lack of food ignited this current one.  How is that possible?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Stands from the chair she had occupied, closing and slipping the tricorder onto her belt for the time being, moving toward the back of the bridge, to stay out of the way of those who belong there::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  By the way... at last count, there was approximately 24 billion people on both planets.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CO: We're talking about our craft entering a war zone. If worse comes to worse and we need to recover personnel after a crash or something, I'm going to want more than three people on an away team..

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::steps off the lift, and onto the flight deck, and right into the middle of organized chaos::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Walks around from her desk::  XO: Understood.  Plan out an away mission to recover personnel as a last resort measure.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::meets the flight techs prepping the recon fighters halfway, explains what they'll be doing... gets their nods, then goes to find the 4 pilots Cerna's assigned to the task::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods, standing::  CO: As a compromise, I'll put Oley on alert. If we need to pull them out of their training and use them, at least they'll be aware.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::nods stoically as he follows Senn onto the bridge:: CSO: Yes, the children...Andoria had its share of civil wars...Vulcan, Earth...

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods:: XO: Aye, Commander.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Nods to Senn and Kizlev in turn as they emerge::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: pauses and looks at him::  CTO:  But never a thousand years... that I cannot wrap my mind around.  They must have been really desperate to return to war once having tasted peace.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::turns and exits the Ready Room, arriving on the Bridge::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	XO:  Commander.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Follows the XO onto the bridge::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::enters flight control, just in time to hear Cerna wrapping up her briefing, moves to the front of the room to take over::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  Captain.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Slips into an unobtrusive chair at a station in the back of the bridge, waiting for the Doctor::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMO: Commander Welland.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::looks at Matthews, but says nothing::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CMO: Doctor?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::feels like an awkward moment is about to play out::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	All: Fighter units. You will be paired off. Each team will be given a primary objective. Do not divert from that objective until and unless you are engaged.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	FCO: Plot us a course that takes the Claymore close enough to the Thro Tal System to launch the recon craft.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: Doctor.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CTO:  Yes, Commander?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Makes his way out of the command area::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::moves out of the command seats immediately, leaving room for the officers and their stations::

<FCO_Ens_T’Lura>  CO: Yes, captain.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CMO: Doctor... ::lowers his head, holding his gaze at Welland::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	Self: Strange...

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Clears his throat, folding his hands behind his back::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::watches the command and tactical staff file out of the ready room, than resumes working over the power system logs::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	All: Recon 1. Your primary objective is here. ::pulls up the first planet on the display:: Your objectives are humanitarian primarily.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	All: Your wing man will conduct a military survey.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Waits uncomfortably at the back of the bridge::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	XO:  If you don't mind, I'm going to borrow Matthews for his physical.  Need to check him for parvo.  ::Glances at Matthews over his shoulder::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: smiles at Marcus as she moves towards her station.::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods to Raeyld as she makes her way down to her chair.::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::turns to the other, well...doctor in the house:: MO: Doctor Raeyld?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMO: Commander.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	All: Recon 2, your objective is here. ::pulls up the second planet:: Again, your primary objective is a humanitarian scan. Your secondary objective, covered by your wing man, will be military.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Glances up to Kizlev:: CTO: Commander?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::smiles at her:: MO: Thank you, doctor.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMO: Be thorough. He's old.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Pauses shortly, a bit mystified:: CTO: Sir?

<CAG_FO_Williams>	All: Here will be your points of entry. ::isolates two distinct flight paths, each taking them to an entry point closest to their objectives:: You will run a detailed, close observation. Do not break off until and unless your scans are complete or you are engaged. Any questions?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods at Matthews::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::quietly::  XO: I hate you.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Businesslike::  XO:  If it turns out he needs to be put down, I'll let you know.  ::Nods, practically feeling the general vibe washing him out of the bridge::   CMC:  Matthews!  If you'll join me.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	MO: For being...normal...if that makes sense.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::smiles, if only for a moment::  CMC: Paybacks are hell. And I owe you quite a few.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Makes toward the turbolift::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Bites her lip so hard she can feel a bit of blood seep across her tongue, but smiles::

<SMDrew>	**************** Pause Mission *******************

<SMDrew>	**************** Pause Mission *******************

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