[21:06] <SM_James> Summary: Claymore continues its investigations on multiple fronts, with her chief tactical officer on loan for the DS3 investigation while the rest of the crew contends with more pressing questions. The crew learns of an altered timeline, or Claymore's altered place in that timeline. And Stevens learns the Kethran may or may not be done. Things to come? Or things that already were?

[21:06] <SM_James> Star Trek: A Call to Duty is proud to present the USS Claymore in: "Reflection"

[21:06] <SM_James> Episode 7: "Present Case, Future Tense" (12207.09)

[21:06] <SM_James> =/\= BEGIN MISSION =/\=

[21:07] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::On the bridge, reviewing brief reports as they come in::

[21:08] <SM_James> Scene: Engineers have been dispatched to assess Claymore's structural integrity after the recent blue alert. Very slight damage, the team informs repairs are in progress.

[21:10] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::currently occupying the Engineering station on the Bridge, as the engineering staff has its hands full right now, it seems::

[21:11] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::at his station on the bridge watching some files looking annoyed::

[21:11] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::in her office, pretending to look over paperwork but mainly reliving the moments from her visions over and over again::

[21:14] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::highlights reports and data related to the structural integrity issue and concentrates on them, trying to get a better understanding of what engineering has found and what they are doing::

[21:14] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::mutters something about inconsiderate people and goes to watching the station's traffic patterns::

[21:18] <PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  ::at Science, for the moment, his uniform now mostly dry::

[21:20] <CMC_CPO_Richards> ::eyes Wittaker, wondering what kind of man reacts that way on the Bridge of a starship::

[21:21] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Looks up and around, a little bit more wary and aware of his immediate surroundings after the report of the young girl appearing and disappearing on the bridge::

[21:21] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Looks over to science::  PSO:  Do we have any further analysis of the bridge incident?

[21:22] <SM_James> ACTION: Incoming communication from DS3.

[21:22] <PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  ::clicks back to his scans and his own notes--it seems there's more notes than data at this point::

[21:23] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks the communication headers and path:: Aloud: Incoming message, It appears to be from Deep Space Three.

[21:24] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks up::

[21:25] <CO_Capt_Damrok> OPS:  On screen.  ::Holds up a hand to indicate "wait until this call's over" to Wittaker::

[21:25] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::forwards the message from DS3 to the main viewer::

[21:26] <SM_James> ACTION: Captain Benson appears on screen, in the station's operations center. "Captain. I hope this isn't a bad time."

[21:26] <PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  ::pauses as the Captain's attention is diverted to the incoming message--he does see Damrok's gesture as well::

[21:27] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Pours over her data as she continues sipping coffee in the conference room::

[21:28] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  Not a problem.  How may we assist you, Captain?

[21:30] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::returns the Engineering station to standby manually and pushes himself up, 
moving slowly away from the station and towards the tactical station::

[21:31] @<DS3_Capt_Benson> COMM: Claymore: CO: Actually I wanted to thank you for letting us borrow your tactical officer. From what I've read in her file she's got the direct skillset we need for nailing the situation on the promenade. ...And for your assistance in getting us this far in that investigation.

[21:32] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  Of course.  We're happy to be of assistance.

[21:34] @<DS3_Capt_Benson> COMM: Claymore: CO: You'll get the report on paper when my security chief finalizes it, but we're holding our current suspects pending her further digging. There's enough on 3 of them that we can make the hold stick. And the fourth... well he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.

[21:35] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  That's good to hear.

[21:38] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::drifts towards break room, departing the Bridge and then heading with a little more urgency towards the replicator, ordering a black coffee::

[21:38] @<DS3_Capt_Benson> COMM: Claymore: CO: I've ordered the emergency hold on traffic released on a priority basis. Claymore's free to deploy again when command requires it. If for some reason you're not here when your tactical officer completes her investigation, we'll reroute her transport to meet you.

[21:39] <DS3_Capt_Benson> ACTION: Melynche, who hasn't moved since the incident kicked off, powers down weapons and shields, then maneuvers to dock with the station.

[21:39] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sips at the coffee, which actually is pipping hot, before moving towards the Conference Room door::

[21:40] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Reaches the bottom of her cup and stands, taking a moment to stretch a bit before heading toward the replicator::

[21:41] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::surprised to see Raeyld, who evidently hasn't left the Conference Room::

[21:41] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  Very good, thank you.  I'm not sure that we've received any new orders.  ::Shifts his stance slightly:: Do you know whether they will be forthcoming, or whether Admiral McKenzy has anything for us?

[21:43] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks the signal strength, and makes a minor, adjustment to the picture quality::

[21:44] @<DS3_Capt_Benson> COMM: Claymore: CO: Oh I'm sure once word reaches her you're available they'll be forthcoming. She's not the sit around and wait type.

[21:44] <DS3_Capt_Benson> ACTION: The image on the viewscreen flickers slightly, then fades a little.

[21:44] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Hears the doors slide open and pivots her step slightly, to half face the passageway to the bridge, glancing away from Davis calmly to pick up her new mug from the replicator::

[21:44] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  Quite true.  ::Nods once::  Is there anything else?

[21:44] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks down as well::  CIV: Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here still.

[21:46] @<DS3_Capt_Benson> COMM: Claymore: CO: Not from me. Watch your 6, capt'n.

[21:46] <CO_Capt_Damrok> COM: DS3: Benson:  And you, Captain.  Thanks for the update.  Claymore out.

[21:47] <DS3_Capt_Benson> ACTION: The image flickers again, fades a little more, but whether that's from the adjustments or the channel being closed is unclear. The channel is, however, closed.

[21:47] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::cuts the comm::

[21:50] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Shrugs slightly:: XO: It didn't seem the right time to disturb Captain Damrok, and it's not something that seems so urgent an hour or two can't pass for deliberation... so I've been continuing my research in the meantime.

[21:50] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Tilts his head slightly, puzzled::  OPS:  Are the communications systems functioning normally?

[21:50] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> CO: Yes sir

[21:51] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods, returning to the coffee::  CIV: Find anything interesting?

[21:51] <CO_Capt_Damrok> OPS:  ...Hm.  ::Pauses a moment, referencing his PADD and making a quick note::  And the issue you were working on...anything new?

[21:52] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> CO: They apparently are having more trouble accessing the ship's computer than I anticipated.

[21:53] <CO_Capt_Damrok> OPS:  Disappointing.

[21:53] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Shivers briefly, almost violently, and glances up toward the ceiling a moment, as if checking on the environmental systems or about to address the computer, then shakes her head slightly, wrapping both hands around her mug:: XO: Not quite "found," really.

[21:54] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Closes the distance to the table and settles back into her seat, half gesturing for him to join her:: XO: So far, mostly trying to wrap my head around the timeline issues and figuring out how much of it's likely to be due to the Kethran incursion and how much is just...

[21:54] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Releases the mug to "waft" toward the rest of the ship:: XO: ...regular Claymore absurdity.

[21:55] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::nods:: CO: Simply waiting for the customer to walk in is...not ideal.

[21:55] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Folds his arms::  OPS:  Sounds like we need better advertising.

[21:56] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> CO: That or better customers.

[21:56] <SM_James> ACTION: Davis feels a sudden gust of wind pass his left cheek, as though someone were about to slap him. From behind Davis, both Davis and Raeyld do hear what sounds like someone being slapped. Hard. But it's only the two of them in the room.

[21:57] <CO_Capt_Damrok> OPS:  One we have control over.  The other we do not.

[21:58] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Sucks in a bit of air, growing perceptibly, if subtly, agitated::

[21:58] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::flinches slightly, looking behind him, then back at Raeyld; if she hit him and thus instigated that slapping noise, she did it without him feeling it, and in such a way that he couldn't tell it was her--which would have been impressive, though disconcerting::

[21:59] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Raises an eyebrow slightly:: XO: ...I take it you heard that as well?

[22:01] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Looks up, assuming Fong has things well in hand and neither needs nor wants more chatter from the captain::

[22:01] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods, his eyes not screaming expletives the way they may have been just seconds ago, but there still being a degree of concern in them that is obvious::

[22:01] <CO_Capt_Damrok> PSO:  Pardon the interruption.  ::Moves toward science::  Anything new?

[22:02] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::leans back slightly, considering if the files would be available elsewhere::

[22:05] <PSO_Lt_Wittaker>   ::shoulders drooped, he shifts his weight, then himself, to the side::  CO: Nothing sir--nothing at all.

[22:07] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Takes a bit of a breath and uses her free hand to pull her tricorder from her side:: XO: Sounded like a strike or slap to me. A moment ago, I...felt incredibly cold. I assumed it was an environmental systems issue...::Snaps the tricorder open, initiating a scan:: but now I'm not so sure.

[22:07] <CO_Capt_Damrok> PSO:  Unfortunate.  ::Half-frowns::  If you do find something, let me know right away over the comm.  I don't want to read about it in a report some time later.

[22:09] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens steps into sickbay and looks around::

[22:09] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> CIV: There was almost a breeze-like feeling, just before I heard the sound of the slap or whatever.

[22:10] <PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  CO: Aye, sir. ::looks down, sort of at the console::

[22:11] <CO_Capt_Damrok> PSO:  We'll find something, Lieutenant.  It's only a matter of time.  ::Nods reassuringly and continues onward, making his way toward the turbolift::

[22:12] <CO_Capt_Damrok> OPS:  Mr. Fong, you have the bridge.  I'm headed to Sickbay to check in with Dr. Stevens.

[22:12] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Enter the turbolift::

[22:12] <CO_Capt_Damrok> Turbolift:  Deck four.

[22:12] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens steps back into her office, leaving the shades open and checking her PADD::

[22:13] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Studying the tricorder, as she tries different taps into it:: XO: So...some kind of environmental differential?  ::Wrinkles her nose slightly as she taps a bit more intensely at the tricorder, then shakes her head:: If there was anything to pick up...it's no longer there.  ::Continues to tap the tricorder, setting it to maintain continuous scans:

[22:14] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens steps back into sickbay with her tricorder and starts a scan::

[22:15] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> :: considers what the captain said as he departed the bridge then frowns::

[22:15] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks at her as she looks down, then looks at the tricorder; this isn't what they need to be talking about right now, but so often on the godforsaken over-armed tug of a starship the unexplained and/or the over-the-top violent got in the way of what needed to be said::

[22:15] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Exits the turbolift and makes his way into sickbay, entering and seeing Stevens almost immediately::  CMO:  Doctor, how are you doing?

[22:16] <SM_James> ACTION: Claymore receives a transmission from DS3. And so does anyone else in range.

[22:16] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens jumps at Damrok's voice:: CO: Oh! Oh, sorry, captain. I'm...I'm okay. A little spooked. Do you...smell smoke?

[22:16] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::frowns:: Aloud incoming broadcast from Deep Space Three.  ::starts recording and feeds it to the main screen to watch::

[22:17] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Sniffs the air a bit::

[22:17] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Replaces her tricorder and picks up her coffee mug:: XO: Anyway...I'm sorry if you weren't expecting me here. I... ::Kinda half-squints one eye:: ...think I actually have an office...somewhere? I'm sure my aide would help me find it. Might be more convenient than camping in the Conference room all the time.

[22:19] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> XO: Or at least, less inconvenient. ::Stands and starts stacking her PADDS, continuing to speak as she works:: I set my tricorder to continuously scan. Perhaps we'll detect something next time there's an anomaly. I'll also post a memo asking all crew to report any unusual occurrences to a central source, and--

[22:18] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::watches as she begins to mass her things, ignoring (or maybe just not even hearing) the part about the office, the aide, and the apology; he can only bring forth two words::  CIV: Don't go.

[22:19] <SM_James> ACTION: On the viewscreen, the image of what looks like it might be a city. Several Starfleet officers move in what appear to be a defensive formation, as though to ward off an advance. And from within that group, though slightly separating from it, A Romulan officer wielding a disruptor. He opens fire.

[22:20] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::humms slightly to himself::

[22:21] <CO_Capt_Damrok> CMO:  No, I don't believe that I do.

[22:22] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens frowned:: CO: Yeah, I was afraid of that. 

[22:22] <OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::begins undoing the worm install, and signals to the computer team that there is no need for computer system security at this point::

[22:22] <CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Pauses, only a couple PADDs in her hands, and looks up simply:: XO: ...yes?

[22:22] <CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Calmly::  CMO:  I take this to mean that you do smell smoke.

[22:23] <CMO_Lt_Stevens> CO: I did. I heard a scream of pain and then smelled smoke but there is no one out here and nothing is on fire.

[22:25] <XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::starts to say something, but the words don't come out--or they don't come together somewhere earlier in the process to get out; not a warning about his distrust of the Melynche and everything about that vessel; not the timeline and the flurry of questions that they were uncovering--yet not answering--each and every hour and day since finding out something very significant had occurred; not the concern that they--he—would not be able to be responsible for watching her back while she was gone; only the same two words came out::  CIV: Don't go.

[22:25] <SM_James> =/\= END MISSION =/\=