[21:12] <SM_James> Summary: Claymore continues to remain stationed and undergoing refit/repair at DS3. Meanwhile, some of Claymore's crew learns there are games afoot while others of Claymore's crew seem quite content to play those games. Is Starfleet strengthening its presence in this sector, finally? Or has Claymore's own back yard become chaotic while she's been rebuilding other foundations?

[21:12] <SM_James> Star Trek: A Call to Duty is proud to present the USS Claymore in: “Reflection”

[21:12] <SM_James> Episode 3: "Two Truths And A Lie...Maybe" (12205.28)

[21:12] <SM_James> =/\= BEGIN MISSION =/\=

[21:13] <SM_James> Info: Current local station time is approximately late morning. Overall, station activity has gradually increased as the day progresses.

[21:14] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Sitting in her quarters wondering if she should start getting worried that T’alin hasn't shown up in two days.::

[21:14] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ::enters::

[21:16] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ::kicks off his boots and neatly folds clothes into cleaning receptacle prepping for sonic shower :

[21:17] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Sets her PADD aside.:: FCO: Hey... ::Not quite sure what to say or to ask.::

[21:18] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::in the lounge, in the back, with PADDs strewn about; the station has been difficult to take with the increased activity, to the point where he didn't even want to try it today::

[21:19] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::closes his eyes and holds the bridge of his nose, smearing some grease on his eyelids and side of his nose in the process.  A large mechanical device sits in pieces on the desk in front of him.  It has been pushed aside and a PADD is sitting in the center of the desk, the screen off as Fong fiddles with the device's innards::

[21:19] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::notes Lawrence's promotion, and briefly wonders what the maximum amount of time is that a person can spend as an ensign::

[21:19] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Follows him into the bedroom and plops down on the bed, watching with a slight grin on her face.::  FCO: Everything okay?

[21:19] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Distracted :: CSO: oh, hi :: Forced smile, and quick side hug before heading into the bathroom ::  

[21:20] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Follows him into the bathroom.:: FCO: Oh noooo, you don't get off that easily.

[21:21] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: Uh, as well as could be... :: trailing off ::

[21:22] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Leans against the doorway and crosses her arms over her chest.::  FCO: Two days.

[21:22] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::files the promotion paperwork and moves on to the mountain of other personnel paperwork--he's trying to get caught up::

[21:24] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: gives a slightly irritated sideways glance :: CSO: Two... days... of..?

[21:24] <Bartender> ::mops off the bar almost out of boredom, the lounge having virtually been deserted for the better part of the past two days::

[21:25] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> FCO: You being gone?  Not on the Claymore, not on the station?

[21:26] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Cocks an eyebrow at the slight attitude.::

[21:27] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Instead of getting riled or frustrated, Evie walks over and slips her arms around his waist and softly says..:: FCO: I was just worried.  That's all.

[21:28] <Bartender> ::casts probably the fiftieth look over at Davis's table since the XO's been sitting there, but doesn't do much else that direction--either he knows better, or he's about 20 minutes from being relieved and not having to care::

[21:29] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::arrives in the Marine command staff office on Deep Space 3, ahead of a scheduled meeting with the force sergeant major::

[21:29] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::sighs quietly as he pushes the two sides of the PADD back together.  It snaps into place then immediately one of the snaps releases.  He reaches over and takes a little piece of tape and tabs it around the broken snap before starting the PADD's boot and handshake process.::

[21:30] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::scrolling through transfer requests right now::

[21:30] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Tries to relax, and show affection with difficulty :: CSO: I understand.  I have a lot on my mind, and had to work.  There's a lot going on at home, and trying to still catch up on it... you've seen the news most likely.

[21:32] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::walks up to the desk, currently occupied by a lance corporal::  Clerk: Good morning--checking in to see the Sergeant Major.

[21:33] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::again softly.:: FCO: I have.  Hence, I've been worried.  How are you holding up?

[21:33] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::sets the PADD aside and begins trying to reassemble the bit of machinery in front of him.  A circut board on a frame.  He plugged a micrometer into it, and latched it firmly into place with a small, almost medical looking tool.::

[21:34] <DS3_Clerk_LCpl_Rion>  ::nods:: MA: Understood First Sergeant. I'll notify him at once that you've arrived. ::looks down to console to key in a message and confirm the appointment is here::

[21:35] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: More over... the timeline has changed.  Apparently in subtle ways... but we were in the future..., but none-the-less.  Ok.  I'm not sure that these events wouldn't have been much far off from where we are at and not sure we are the cause because... time travel is finicky.  Things could have changed and because of our future trip we were outside that causality.

[21:35] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: That's more your lane.

[21:35] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: How I’m holding up.  Is I can't think about that right now.

[21:35] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::returns the nod and moves away from the desk, but doesn't take a seat; he tries to appear interested in the wall art, which is either a mountain sunset or a seal farting--he can't really tell::

[21:38] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Evie listened to T’alin's explanation.  She hadn't realized that the timeline had shifted, but - if she were honest - a year ago - even six months ago, Romulus wasn't even on her radar.  She wasn't integrally tied to it like she was in a very real way now.  When she did start to speak again her words were slow and deliberate.:: FCO: I know I can't do much, but is there anything that I can do, even something simple like give you a shoulder rub . . . or anything?  I don't like feeling helpless to help.

[21:40] <DS3_Clerk_LCpl_Rion>  ::stands and approaches Oley::  MA: First Sergeant, the Sergeant Major will see you now.  ::gestures back towards his left, where a hall or corridor to some hidden offices must have been::

[21:41] <OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::walking along the station's promenade being mostly quiet, looking for something or someone.  She's honestly not sure what yet.::

[21:41] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::In Sickbay going over the minimal duty roster and looking over the new medical staff that they would be getting.::

[21:42] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::moves away from the seal fart art, following Rion as he pivots towards the corridor and takes the lead::

[21:42] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: I’m not sure our staff is aware or even have noticed.  I mean... why would they.  We came back.  Did repairs, and immediately left.  Although, it does explain some of the change in nature of some of the external officers. Starfleet... is becoming ... isolationist.  I need to talk to the commander... is the captain still gone? :: putting back on his Romulan uniform ::

[21:42] <TC_SCPO_Butler> ::finishes up the last of the paperwork on her desk and leans back, considering what to do next.::

[21:43] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: not waiting for an answer :: Computer: Where is Commander Davis?

[21:43] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Inwardly sighs as T’alin pulls away and tries not to let it affect her outward demeanor.  She knows it's not so much her that he's reacting to.:: FCO: The Captain isn't aboard at the moment.

[21:43] <OPS3_CPO_Cawney> ::seated in the Claymore's lounge sipping at something with an umbrella in it and reading something on her PADD with a faint smile on her face::

[21:44] <Computer> FCO: Commander Davis, currently located in ship's lounge.

[21:44] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: Thanks, I'm really sorry.  I know I'm being an ass. I'll ... try and make up for it... somtime.

[21:44] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::on the bridge seated at the operations station, attentively doing nothing::

[21:44] <DS3_Clerk_LCpl_Rion>  ::enters the Sergeant Major's office, moving to the left::  DS3_SgtMaj: Sergeant Major, First Sergeant Oley from the USS Claymore is here to see you.

[21:44] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Pulls his boots on, and blouses them :: 

[21:44] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Running a hand up and down his arm just to let him know that she's here.:: FCO: I'll let you go.  I'm here when you're ready.  I might as well had down to my new office and go over the new personnel.

[21:45] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: Honestly, you might want to hear some of this.

[21:45] <SM_James> ACTION: An explosion tears through a nearby shop on the promenade, sending the shock of impact in an arc that spans several feet. People and debris rain down on the promenade as an emergency alert sounds off. In response, DS3 places all ships on emergency lockdown.

[21:45] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::moves one more piece into place, looking along the length of the device.  He carefully advances it slowly, watching the gears turn very slowly::

[21:45] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Stops mid-door between their bedroom and the living room.  Halfway turns back to wait.:: FCO: Okay.  I'm happy to go with you.

[21:46] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: I don't want to freak or alarm people.  So not calling the world, but command needs decision information.

[21:46] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::sits up at the emergency lockdown, suddenly more attentive, trying to figure out the cause.::

[21:46] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun> ::stands from behind his desk, casting an imposing figure::  Clerk: That will be all, Lance Corporal.

[21:46] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> FCO: Of course.  I'm here, and I'm happy to go with you.

[21:46] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> <change the address to the sergeant major in Davis's next to last>

[21:47] <HFI_CW3_Veni> :: at helm ::

[21:48] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: looks at Simmons :: *Bridge* ... what was that?

[21:48] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Feels pushed into the doorway, and looks over at T’alin:: FCO: Did you feel that?

[21:48] <OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::feels something punch her in the chest and sees a flash of white, then feels something punch her in the back and sees black::

[21:48] <HFI_CW3_Veni> ALL: No impact to Claymore.  Helm and Navigation are 100%.

[21:49] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  ::begins to round his desk, but then his weight is shifted by some sort of reverberation--not enough to force him to misstep or anything, but something that is noticeable and different on a station the size of DS3; an alert sounds almost immediately afterwards::

[21:49] <SM_James> ACTION: Claymore receives an emergency alert from DS3 operations. Status red, DS3 is no go without command authorization. Reason for lockdown: immediate active threat to federation security.

[21:50] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::notices Mak'chun tense somewhat, and realizes just as the alert sounds that something definitely is not right::

[21:50] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks around, the thought crossing his mind that he just imagined that there was some impact or vibration::

[21:50] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::ignores the multiple calls for information ship wide as he skims through status reports, he checks the command staff then remembers:: *XO* There has been an incident on the station, you might want to get up here sir.

[21:51] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::no longer needs to wonder::  *OS1*: On my way. ::pulls together the various PADDs and makes way for the exit::

[21:51] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> :: in the chair :: OS1: Status? Anything from DS3?

[21:51] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> FCO: Should we head up to the bridge?

[21:52] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  ::stares at his console before looking back to Oley, information coming to him almost immediately::

[21:52] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> *FCO* standby receiving reports

[21:52] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::enters the turbolift, more or less on a jog::

[21:52] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> Turbolift: Bridge.

[21:52] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::raising a finger to the helmsperson:: *Ship wide* We are under lockdown orders from deep space three. All personnel aboard are ordered to stay aboard.  ::signals the airlock to close::

[21:53] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::looks up briefly:: Self: Huh.  ::goes back to his project::

[21:53] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  MA: Let's check this out. ::moves around the desk and towards Oley and the exit::

[21:53] <SM_James> ACTION: On the promenade, medical and security personnel from DS3 begin to file in, the latter wearing full tactical gear. A second explosion follows the first, sending some of the security and medicals flying and creating yet more problems for the soon-to-be emergency responders.

[21:53] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  :;frowns as the gigantic Klingon passes him::  DS3_FSM: What happened?

[21:54] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  MA: Some sort of explosion on the promenade. Not sure about much else. :;exits his office, with Oley trying to keep up::

[21:54] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::arrives on the Bridge and heads for the CO's chair::  ALL: Report.

[21:54] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> ALL: Red alert.  OS1: Appraise security of your reports on DS3.  Move us to Force Protection Condition Delta.

[21:55] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: well, that would be a yes.

[21:56] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Upon hearing Lawrence's comm, doesn't wait, but heads to the door of their quarters at a jog.  Once the door opens, she runs for the TL.::

[21:56] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::Looks at Lawrence who he hadn't noticed earlier:: Helm: Red alert is not avaliable while docked, sir.

[21:56] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks at Litoll and then Lawrence::

[21:57] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> OS1: Correction, red alert is available. Shields and weapons do not go on. Follow orders.

[21:57] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> OS1/FCO: Someone please tell me what the hell is going on.

[21:57] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence>:: Sees XO enter the bridge and gets up from command chair ::

[21:57] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::As she approaches the lift to wait for it, she looks sideways at T’alin.  Once the lift opens, she steps on and shortly thereafter says,:: TL: Bridge.

[21:58] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: stays with CSO ::

[21:58] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::looks at Lawrence and presses a big red button on his console that makes a lot of noise and changes some lights::

[21:58] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Moments later, the TL opens onto the bridge, and Evie heads for SCI 1 to see what she can see on sensors.::

[21:59] <SM_James> ACTION: The first sergeant Immediately begins receiving comm traffic from units reporting to him. They've been deployed per station ER protocol. Promenade is closed off on pain of being shot.

[21:59] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> XO: Sir, just getting the preliminary reports now. Ops has direct info... but appears we are ordered to lockdown there's a security situation on the station, we have elevated to FPCON Delta.

[22:00] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Going over the information available to her.:: XO: It seems like there have been two explosions on DS3's promenade.  One and then another after first responders arrived.  Trying to see if I can figure out what kind of explosive now.

[22:00] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  MA: I called you in to let you know that we won't be having a marine attaché aboard Claymore any loner. We are stretched too thin right now--and things like this aren't helping.

[22:00] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> XO: The station had an explo...::shuts up and just forwards the message from the station to the XO's terminal so that Lawrence can keep saying jargon::

[22:00] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::nods and keeps pace, barely::

[22:01] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: seeing the HFI at helm goes to take the intel analyst station in the back ::

[22:02] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::looks up at the changing lights:: Computer: Please return room light to mid-day ::goes back to his project::

[22:02] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> OS1: Go ahead. Don't want to play telephone you've got the info.

[22:02] <DS3_FSM_SgtMaj_Mak'chun>  ::arrives on the promenade, observing a sea of security officers and now Marines as well::

[22:02] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::motions to the XO's arm rest:: XO: All information from DS3 is on your terminal, sir.

[22:03] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods to Simmons, then looks back to Litoll::  OS1: Understood.

[22:05] <HLM_LtJg_Lawrence> :: sits in the chair the XO "would" sit in, but usually the XO is actually in the Command chair, pulls up the information to go over as well ::

[22:05] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::turns back to Tactical::  TO3: Lieutenant, summon whoever you need right now back to duty. Post guards at the airlock, as well as in Main Engineering. Have others on standby. 

[22:05] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> XO: I wish I could get more from the sensors, but with all the layers between us and DS3, all I can tell you is that both explosions are localized in the area of detonation.  And due to the nature of the explosions, if I'm betting that these were targeted explosions.  They wanted to damage something specific.

[22:06] <TO3_LtJG_Begay>  XO: Aye, sir.  ::patches in to console to redirect security personnel::

[22:06] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> OS1/CSO: Keep trying. In the meantime, let's see if we can patch in to DS3 and find out anything.

[22:07] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sits down and takes a look at Litoll's message in an effort to get caught up::

[22:07] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> XO: Aye, Sir.

[22:07] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::nods and turns scanning the multitude of messages to and from the station::

[22:08] <SM_James> Scene: The promenade is absolutely chaotic. Anyone who can still move, be they wounded or not, is being hurried by way of a very specific exit path off the promenade. Security, marines and medical personnel are covering literally everything else, up to and including gatekeeping the turbolift from which the first sergeant and the attaché are exiting.

[22:09] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::stands and sighs.  He begins flipping through the duty roster on his PADD. After pausing to rinse his hands in the bathroom down the hall he heads for main engineering::

[22:10] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks up for a second, recalling his conversation when they first arrived::  OS1: One other thing, Ensign. Contact Captain Benson aboard DS3 and let him know we stand ready to assist.

[22:10] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Pulling up localized information at the SOO panel ::

[22:10] <aCEO_Ens_Xi'Bray> ::Going over reports in Main Engineering, trying to figure out what exactly is happening and how she can best prepare for this kind of non-specific red alert.::

[22:11] <OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::starts to wake up watching the pattern of illumination panels going past overhead.  Then she begins to notice quite a bit of pain::

[22:11] <MA_1stSgt_Oley>  ::scans the area; he's not an easily overwhelmed person but the amount of yelling, movement, and smoke has him nearly overstimulated::

[22:11] <MO_Lt_Nobel>  *XO*: We have a medical team on standby if we can be beamed over to help on DS3.

[22:11] <SM_James> ACTION: Claymore sensors register USS Melynche powering up, making preparations to launch.

[22:12] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::looks at the roster again as he reaches the turbolift and stops.  Considering options::

[22:12] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> *MO*: Standby, Lieutenant--we're waiting to see if we can assist

[22:12] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> XO: I thought all ships were on lockdown.  The Melynche's powering up as if they are preparing to launch.

[22:13] <SM_James> ACTION: DS3 sends emergency clearance for Claymore personnel to lend aid. And a second transmition on strat ops frequencies, encrypted.

[22:13] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks back and then forward, really not able to process all of these pieces::  OS1: Hail the Melynche.

[22:13] <MO_Lt_Nobel> *XO* Understood.

[22:14] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::opens his mouth to say something, then sends a general message request to the Melynche::

[22:15] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::leans over his console while he waits for a reply from the other ship and sends the authorization for aid to sickbay.  He checks the authorization level for the encrypted message::

[22:15] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::arrives on the Bridge and makes a beeline to the Mission Operations console::

[22:16] <SM_James> ACTION: Melynch acknowledges Claymore's request for communications with an equally general reply.

[22:17] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: sees K'han :: SOO: Was just pulling up the current ops info and the local feeds. Have at. :: steps one over away from the Officer's usual console ::

[22:17] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::logs in and pulls the encrypted message down without saying anything::

[22:18] <MO_Lt_Nobel>All: Okay, we've been given the green light.  Remember, we're heading over to an area where they have been two explosions already.  Stay alert while you work.  Let's head to the Transporter room.

[22:19] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::Brings up the rear of his group as they hurry on to the transporter room.::

[22:19] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::Nods to himself:: XO: I have an encrypted message from DS3, and authorization for medical aid.  I also have the Melynche on the line.

[22:19] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::turns towards the center of the Bridge::  XO: Commander, the Melynche has been ordered to an alert status. The explosions on the station are being attributed to isolationist cells operating on DS3, and Melynche may respond at any point.

[22:21] <SM_James> ACTION: As if on queue, moorings detach, and Melynche moves away from DS3, powering weapons.

[22:21] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: over hearing, the parroting of some of the information he had just touched on with Simmons earlier and frowns shooting her a quick look ::

[22:21] <OPS_LtJG_Fong> ::heads back to his quarters::

[22:22] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods to K'han, then checks ack to Litoll::  OS1: Notify Sickbay that they can transport to DS3 to render aid.

[22:22] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> XO: Done sir.

[22:22] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> COM: Melynche: Captain Barret, this is Commander William Davis of Claymore. How can we help?

[22:23] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::As the group gets on the TL calls out:: TL: Transporter room.

[22:24] <SM_James> Scene: Nobel and his team beam into absolute mayhem. Security and marines aid with debris clearance and locating the injured/probably dead, and medical is close behind to triage and diagnose.

[22:25] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::Wasn't expecting to be beamed out of the TL, but doesn't have the ability to think about it as utter chaos erupts around him and his team.::

[22:25] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ::walks closer to the commander, near the other station on the left side of the command chair and starts to type a message to Davis which reads "This is not your mom's federation.  The timeline hasf changed a bit, and has become more isolationist.  Didn’t have time to tell you just found out... things are not the same since we came back, when crisis is over can debrief" ::

[22:26] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: sends ::

[22:26] <MO_Lt_Nobel>::Gets right to work.  Assigns two of his nurses to assist with triage and then he and another doctor find people who need helped.::

[22:27] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::ignores the message for the time being because it doesn't have a subject line, and because hell has broken loose::

[22:27] <FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Taps XO on the shoulder and points to his console ::

[22:27] <OS1_Ens_Litoll> ::begins creating a list of Claymore crew abord the station and station crew that are currently on the Claymore::

[22:27] @<M_Capt_Barret> COMM: Claymore: By following orders, commander. This is an active incident with extreme security implications for this sector. ::pauses, sighs audibly:: Your people  are best utilized lending aid and where possible applying a boot to a terroristic ass. ::tilts his head slightly:: Your goal is to not need me.

[22:28] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> ::Desperately trying to get further information either on DS3 or on the Melynche from her sensors.::

[22:29] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::considers just doing whatever he wants, and presumably breaking whatever the standing orders are, just on general principle::

[22:29] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::His first patient is a compound fracture with his radius sticking out of his skin.  Applies a hypo to sedate the man and goes about the nasty work of first setting the bone back to where it's supposed to be - UNDER the skin.::

[22:31] <SM_James> ACTION: Claymore reads a massive power transfer aboard Melynch, as additional sensors activate. They lock specific points aboard DS3. Operations, the engineering level, the armory, the promenade, the airlocks, and the shuttle bay.

[22:31] <OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::feels very numb and floaty as the lighting panels start to get softer and further away::

[22:32] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::cuts the channel to Melynche, then keys in a direct message to Captain Benson requesting instructions::

[22:33] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> XO: Something is going on with the Melynche.  There's a power transfer and sensors are activated watching Ops, Engineering, the Armory, the promenade, airlocks and shuttle bay.

[22:34] <MO_Lt_Nobel>::Once the bone is set and the skin is closed thanks to the dermal regenerator, he hands the man off to another doctor to fix the bone.::

[22:34] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> ::catches sight of two marines just standing there watching the chaos, moves to intercept them, almost dispassionately assessing both as they approach::

[22:34] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> CSO: So they are scanning the station for the perpetrator? Or what? Why did they need to start leaving the station to do that?

[22:35] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> ACTION: Benson replies indicating any personnel who are able are welcome to assist in the security effort aboard DS3.

[22:36] <CSO_LtJG_Simmons> XO: I wish I could tell you, Commander.  They shouldn't need to leave the ship in order to scan the station.

[22:36] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::Reads Benson's message, then goes back to T'alin's::

[22:37] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> ::draws near the first sergeant and attaché, offering a salute to the former:: Gentlemen. May I assist you?

[22:39] <OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::starts trying to figure out where she is and how she got here.  The wave of nausea and pain convince her to just embrace the soft fuzzy darkness again::

[22:41] <MO_Lt_Nobel> ::Goes onto the next patient who has apparent head trauma and is unconscious, being carried in on a stretcher.::

[22:42] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::monitors communications coming in through his intelligence channels::

[22:43] <MO_Lt_Nobel>::Sees Devereux wandering, like she's not sure what's happening.  He hands this patient off to another doctor and grabs his medkit and heads for Devereux.::

[22:44] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> ::getting no response from either the first sergeant on his attaché, he takes a minute to scan the promenade, noting medics moving to assess the Claymore OPS officer.

[22:44] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  XO: Melynche apparently has instructions to remove command personnel from DS3 if the station becomes..."unrecoverable."

[22:46] <SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  XO: Or to hit DS3 with armed personnel ready for combat if necessary.

[22:46] <MO_Lt_Nobel>::Walking up to Devereux.:: OPS2: Ensign. ::Sets a hand on her shoulder to see if she responds to him, while he starts to scan her with his tricorder.::

[22:48] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ALL, or himself?: What the hell is going on here...?

[22:51] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> =/\= END MISSION =/\=

[22:51] <@DS3_CSEC_LtCmdr_Toral> Crew, get outa here.