Mission Summary 10812.04

The USS Don Johnson is still in the same planetary system, however they have shifted orbit to a habitable planet within easy distance of Terazed, yet uninhabited by other than animal life.

Preparations are being made to transfer the murderer, "Tessa," and Dmetri to the surface of this planet and set them up with basic survival gear and communications equipment.  This will allow them to remain in touch with Terazed and Tessa's family if so desired, or to seek help if needed.  

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CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*CO*: Captain, preparations are almost complete. Should be ready for transport shortly.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CTO*: Very good, Commander, transport when ready.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*TO*: Ensign Kinarra, take Beta Team and escort Dmetri and Tessa to transporter Room one and await my arrival.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::Enters the bridge and attends the sub tactical station::

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*TO*: Yes sir ::leaves to meet up with the team and to escort the quests::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*Trina*:Trina...it's Lemmick. Your sister is about to leave...you really should say something and not leave it like this. Like I said before I know two wrongs don’t make a right. You'll regret it later.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::In main machine room one, finishing the installation of a new type 11 anodyne relay into a test rig::

EO Reese says:
::walks over to the CEO, and hands him a PADD::  CEO:  the L-one and L-two power taps are polarized and ready.

Trina says:
*CTO*:  Thank you, Dynar, but she doesn’t know me anymore.  Dmetri has explained it and there's nothing to say.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
BETA TEAM: Spread out and lets give them breathing room ::before arriving at Dmetri's door::

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::takes the PADD and steps back::  Reese:  All-right, lets see what we can see.  ::taps the enable button, supplying power to the relay, watches as the relay works normally::

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*DMETRI/TESSA*: We are outside your door, ready to escort you to the transporter room

Host Dmetri says:
::feels the pull of the planet's cycle as it is close to dawn, and watches for Tessa's collapse::

EO Reese says:
 ::working controls::  CEO:  Power delivery stable at fifty percent.

ACTION:  The ship is in orbit and preparations are all but complete.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*Trina*:Have it your way. but ::inputs his command code on the panel near her door::

Host Dmetri says:
::catches Tessa just before she falls, then moves to press the buttons for the communications panel::

Trina says:
CTO: Why are you here?

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::while watching closely::  Reese:  Ramp it up slowly to one hundred, then lock it in.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::taps the door bell for Dmetri's quarters::

Host Dmetri says:
*Anyone*: Have we reached orbit near dawn or during sunlight hours?  ::feels the pull on him as well and tries to stay awake::

Host Dmetri says:
TO: Come.

Host Dmetri says:
TO: ::clears throat:: Come in

EO Reese says:
CEO:  You realize if it isn't the relays, then we have a gremlin in our power system, somewhere.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
Reese:  Do you like depressing me, Ensign.  ::winks::

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::Enters the quarters and rush's to help with Tessa:: Dmetri: is she ok?

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::gives Trina a stern look:: Trina: Some part of your sisters knows who you are...no matter what a family member knows each other. I never had a chance to say good bye to my Father before he died. In fact we had a huge fight about something so stupid. I don’t even remember know. But I have regretted what I said to him ever since.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Lieutenant MacLeod, have an engineering team transport down to the planet to set up buildings and equipment for our "exiles", please.

Host Dmetri says:
::adjusts Tessa in his arms:: TO: She's fine, just taken by the effects of the sun now that we are in orbit.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  Aye aye, Captain.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
Reese:  Stay with this, hope like heck it fails.

EO Reese says:
 ::nods to the CEO as the CEO turns and exits::

Trina says:
CTO: And watching Tessa in that brig and visiting her in her quarters, I've come to realize that was what she was doing when she showed up in the alley that night.  What little was left of who she was was saying goodbye.  Now she doesn't even know me, there is nothing left.  At least not until she regains control of her mind from the effects of the virus!

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
DMETRI: Lets  get you two planet side. :: helps with carrying her as she guides them to the transporter room::

Host Dmetri says:
TO: We need to be taken to the dark side of the planet, or within a cave.  Sunlight will kill us.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::while walking down corridor::  Computer:  Computer, call up standard planetary dwelling protocols for replication on planet.

ACTION: Captain McPhee hears something squeaking inside her chair.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*CTO*: Sir we need to these people to the night side... The sun light will kill them

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
::hears a squeaking and gets up from her chair and looks at it.::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Trina: The hell with the virus. You know in your heart that she knows who you are no matter what. You and I are going to go to transporter room one NOW together. Do it not for your self but your sister

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::taps into a PADD equipment required for an extended stay on a new world.  Portable replicator, power generator, emergency foods, tools and other provisions::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Lieutenant, something is squeaking in my chair.  When you get a minute, could you come and look at it for me?  I'll try to troubleshoot it myself until you get here.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Trina: She'll know...trust me...she will know ::leans against the door jam::

ACTION:  The chair turns by itself, then the seat lifts slightly and the Captain sees a small nose briefly before she hears scurrying into the hollow of the chair.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::enters a turbo lift::  TL:  Cargo bay one.

Trina says:
::shakes her head:: CTO: I'll go, but she won't know me, but I'll go for you.  ::voice softens::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*TO*:Understood...have the bridge scan for a suitable location..turn down all lighting to minimal levels all the way to the Transporter room. I'll be there in a moment.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  Squeaky chair Captain?

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::snickers::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::smiles:: Trina: Good...you don’t have to say anything...silence will be enough ::offers his hand::

ACTION: Macleod hears a scratching sound coming from the lift ceiling::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Yes, I just saw -- ever so briefly -- a small nose peak out, then it went back into the hollow of the chair.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::looks up at the lift ceiling::  *CO*:  Yeah, Captain Arca had a lot of pets.  Don't remember a rodent though.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: No, I don't think this is one of T'Ponga's pets.

Trina says:
::takes his hand and lets him lead her, not saying anything, unable to really think::

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  You sure, could be something worse.  

Host Dmetri says:
TO: How far is this transporter room?

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*bridge*: Can some one scan for an acceptable beam in site on the dark side of the planet? Our guests have a bad reaction to sun light::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::walks with Trina to the Transporter Room::*TO*:Where are you now?

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::enters cargo bay one, walks over to the cargo transporter and activates it::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Like what?

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
Dmetri: We are here now ::helps them both into the transporter room::

ACTION:  Lights flicker in the turbolift.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*TO*: You can scan for that in the transporter room, Ensign.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*CO* Sorry sir, I am still learning the ships functions. It’s very different than a Klingon ship.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::calls up the dwelling protocols the computer has ready::  *CO*:  Oh I don't know, Terillian Spider-ants, Casperian tiger moles maybe.  I remember this one time, at Star Fleet survival camp...  Ah, you know what, never mind, forget I brought it up.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*TO*: It's okay, Ensign.  I'm just surprised that Lemmick didn't tell you.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::scan for a suitable site. finds one, and locks it in::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Consider it forgotten. Anyway, could you get this critter out of my chair please?

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
*CTO*: Sir we are ready to beam down

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  Aye, first chance I get.  Do we have beam down coordinates yet?

ACTION: All transporters are online and ready

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
Dmetri: We are ready to go sir, just step on up and we can get you to your new home

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Yes, you will be beaming down to a dark side of the planet.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::enters the Transporter Room:: TO: Very Well Ensign. ::nods at Dmetri::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::escorts Trina to behind the Transporter Console and looks at her:: Trina: You want to say something?

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::gets the coordinates to transport, loads the transporter inventory with the materials to build the dwelling as well as the equipment required::  *CO*:  Got it, standing by to transport inventory to planet.

Host Dmetri says:
::nods::  TO: Thank you... ::steps up, adjusting Tessa in his arms::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Transport when ready.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::Find's something very interesting on the computer screen::

Trina says:
CTO: No  ::watches Tessa asleep in Dmetri's arms.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  Initiating transport.  ::energizes::

ACTION:  Transport of all materials and personnel successful.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
*CO*: We’re ready to transport Dmetri and Tessa to the Planet sir

Host Trina says:
CTO: This was a waste of time, just like I knew it would be.  ::runs from the room with tears in her eyes::

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*Bridge*:  Bridge, this is MacLeod, dwelling and equipment package is on planet.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CTO*: Begin Transport, Lieutenant.

ACTION: Dmetri and Tessa are transported safely.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::runs after Trina:: Trina: Wait!

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::contacts Beta team to follow Trina discreetly::

Host Trina says:
::ignores Dynar and keeps running::

ACTION:  Macleod can hear scraping behind the transporter service panel. Then the panel goes dark.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::powers down the cargo transporter and turns to exit::  Self:  Now, to fix a squeaky chair.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::catches up to her and grabs her arm::

Host Trina says:
::turns to face him, eyes nearly glowing:: CTO: Let me go, Dynar.  I did what you asked, now let me go!

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::turns back to the transporter service panel::  Self:  What is that?  

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::takes after Lemmick at a neck breaking speed, catch's up but stays back::

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::opens the service panel, pulls out his tricorder and scans it::

ACTION:  Macleod hears breaking glass then a loud squeal.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Trina: But you didn't do it for me. You did it for your self.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
::sits back down in her chair to see if it still squeaks::

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::jumps back, alarmed::  Self:  Geez!

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
:: backs up and takes a route to end up behind Trina but stays back at least 10 feet::

Host Trina says:
CTO: No I didn't, I had already said goodbye.  I just had to see her again, and I did that in your brig.

ACTION:  The chair isn't squeaking, but the Captain still hears scratching sounds.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Trina: Whether you care to admit it or not you know you did it for your self. ::motions for the TO to come closer:: TO: Escort Trina back to her quarters. I'll be on the bridge.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::reads tricorder::  Self:  Bio-residue.  ::looks into the access way::  Ewwwwwww.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: How are things going down there, Lieutenant.  I'm now hearing scratching noises from inside my chair.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::Places a kind supporting hand on Trina's shoulder:: CTO: Yes sir.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
Trina: Let’s go back to your room. I will show you what a key lime pie is. I learned it when I was on Earth

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
*CO*:  Ahhh, Captain.  Could you have security run an internal scan of the ship...  I think we may have some sort of infestation.

Host Trina says:
::nods slightly brushing tears away:: TO: Anything is better than being here...especially with HIM!

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::turns around and heads for the nearest lift::

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CEO*: Sure thing.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
*CTO:* Commander, we seem to have an infestation of something. Could you be so kind as to run an internal scan for anything that isn't crewmembers or Trina?

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::steps on to the bridge just as the COMM coms in:: CO: Aye Captain. ::heads for the main tactical console::

Host Trina says:
TO: I hope the lunar cycle here isn't in full moon, I don't wish to chase the moon for a while.  Brings on too many memories.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::pulls out something black and crispy out of the access way, holds it up by one of it's legs::  Self:  Now what the devil are you?

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
TRINA: I understand. He is trying to help. Trust me I know how it feels. If you have not noticed I don't blend in to well as a Klingon

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
CTO: Ah, there you are.  Did the transport go well?

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::nods::

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::Enters Trina's quarters:: TRINA:: lets find out ::Taps the computer::

Host Trina says:
TO: ::smiles:: To be honest, I've not met any Klingons before.

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::starts to runs internal scans::

Host Trina says:
::looks at Kinarra hopefully::

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
TRINA: We are seen a warrior race. There is still people that think all we do is smash things

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
TRINA:: No full moon for a week or so

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
::gives an unusual look and runs the scan again: :CO: Captain...seems we have rodents in the bulk-heads...about the size of something called Guinea Pigs

Host Trina says:
TO: Just like most people feel Lycans are maniacal killers

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
CTO: Guinea Pigs, nasty little things.  Some children chose them as pets in earlier times.  There's one in my chair.

Host Trina says:
TO: Good, then I don't have to worry about scaring anyone else on board.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::smiles at Trina:: TRINA:: See it seems like we have something in common. My memories of the moon tend to be good ones. :: activates food slot for key lime pie::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Computer: Scan for anyone unknown life forms on the Ship...exclude all crew and Trina...how many are there?

Host Trina says:
TO: Mine too, and on Terazed Lycans can be free to change without worry.  Even those that aren't Lycans know about us and aren't afraid.  They know that we only eat herbivores, not omnivores.

CEO_Lt_MacLeod says:
::enters a turbo-lift::  TL:  Bridge.

TO_Ens_Kinarra says:
::hands slice to Trina:: TRINA: Try this. It is a human dish from earth. Not the best replicated, but still my favorite

Host Trina says:
::takes the dish and tastes it:: TO: This is good  ::smiles::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
Computer: Lock on with the transporter and begin transporting all the small life forms into Holodeck 2. Put each one in a cage.

CO_Cmdr_Newell_McPhee says:
::still hears scratching in her chair::

CTO_Cmdr_Lemmick says:
CO: Then we can figure out who let them loose.

ACTION:  The computer begins processing Lemmick's order, and complaints begin pouring in about missing pets.

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