Star Trek: A Call To Duty

USS Scimitar NCC-80826 - SD 11309.09

Starring:

Chris Esterhuyse as Ship Manager

                                  and Evan

Andrew James as [CO] Captain Thalev Idrani

C. J. Short as [XO] Lieutenant Sara Sumner

Aoibhe Ni'Shyamalan as [CMO] Lieutenant JG Lee Caerys

Einar Sigurðsson as [CSO] Lieutenant Commander William York

Sophie Wakeling as [CTO] Ensign Joanne Feyna

James Greenman as [CIV] Master Chief Petty Officer Rhodri "Griff" Griffiths

SUMMARY: As the senior staff of the Scimitar stands in the receiving line, waiters bring hors d'oeuvres on trays, as well as sparkling wines and other beverages. The courtyard is dimly lit, cozy with sufficient light to navigate the crowd while dim enough to blur crucial details.

Representatives from all over the Alpha Quadrant are present, Consul Grav and Minister Kinsey, a trio of Vulcans, an Andorian, as well as Romulans, Ferengi, Cardassians and a double score of others. Most notably absent are the Klingons, who declined due to the distance from the Empire, and the Orions, who were snubbed because of on-going attacks on Genaran shipping.

Most Genarans present are women, all of them striking. When their turn comes, the senior staff are introduced to a variety of House Matrons, each a formal and imposing figure, usually of great age. They have many guards and are treated as visiting heads of state.

<<<<< Resume Mission "Shattered Stars: Legacy - Part 2" 11310.21 >>>>>
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::walks with CIV back towards the queue::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::glances around, still with that nagging feeling in his gut but attempting to let it go with a sip of his drink, his arm feeling a little sore from all the shake it'd been doing::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
Waitress: You madam, need to learn some manners
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::is managing to stand on her own for now:: CO: How come we're not invited to more of these?
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Sweeps her hair over her shoulder, as she smiles at one of the Matrons, and surruptitiously looks around for the rest of the crew::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::watches the Matrons carefully:: CMO: Do you remember anything from the mission profile on these Genarans? We're missing a few guests...
 
CO Capt Idrani:
CSO: Don't make them spit in your drink. XO: Because we always have to bring the kids along.
 
ACTION: A beautiful, pale young woman, perhaps 19 years old -also surrounded by a host of guards - and dressed more elaborately than the rest, can be seen looking around with a wide-eyed innocence.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
CO: I'm sure we could find a sitter. Maybe there's some convoy that needs protecting.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::stops CSO getting a bit lairy and groans:: CIV: I can't quite remember... ::winces at the sound of CSO's voice carrying::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::downs her amateur version of an old fashioned down before laying his eyes on the latest guest::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::eyes widen at CSO's gaze locks on to someone who is clearly important:: CIV: Er... Intervention time... excuse me! ::slips out of CIV's linked arm and makes her way, briskly towards CSO::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
XO: How much longer of this? ::sighs::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::laughs softly, watching her go, wondering whether he should keep a few eyes open or watch what will happen next::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Nods as she's introduced to another matron, smiling and acting like the perfect starfleet ambassador, knowing inside that it;s all an act::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
CO: Patience. It's not like our bedroom is going anywhere. ::grins at her own naughtiness::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CSO: Will, there you are! ::feigns surprise::
 
Evan:
::appears at the Captain's elbow:: CO: I didn't expect to see the Lady Ariya, mother to the heir of House Tirik here tonight.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::starts walking towards the latest visitor but is stopped midstride:: CMO: Lee..
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::grins at his slightly tipsy partner:: Evan: Oh, erm, no, neither was I. ::doesn't know who any of them are::

ACTION: The girl turns to look over her shoulder, showing that she is obviously and very heavily pregnant.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CSO: Hi... let's walk together, kay? ::goes to link arms with him::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::sighs and links arms with Caerys:: CMO: You're the designated driver tonight I take it?
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Glances over at the newest guest, and how almost everyone's eyes are drawn to her, and her obvious display of her fertility::
 
Evan:
CO: The Matron of House Tirik died a while ago, and the child will be the Matron.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grabs a tall drink of something from a passing waiter carrying a tray::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::frowns some:: Evan: Why not the mother?
 
Evan:
XO: Because the child will be the matron.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::nods, not willing to get into a debate about it::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Keeps an ear open to listen in on Evan's conversation about the glowing pregnant girl::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::takes the glass away for CSO and deftly places it on a the tray of a waiter passing in the opposite direction:: CSO: Depends on who I'm driving. I think this lot woudl appreciate old medical scool drinking songs about as much as the station's bar staff did.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::nods some, figuring there was something she was missing about the process::

ACTION: As they watch, Ariya is cautiously introduced to the other matrons and diplomatic figures.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grunts:: CMO: Caerys, I do not need you mothering me.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::tries to keep his attention away from the pregnant woman, instead finishing off just enough of his drink that it doesn't look like he's carrying an empty glass all night::
 
Evan:
CO: Sir, we should be heading to our seats soon, the meal will be served presently.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::frowns some, suddenly having a bad feeling about all of this as dots connect in her head::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CSO: I'm old enough to be your mother several times over, remember.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: And yet young enough to be spanked.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::watches as people begin to move on to their designated seats, wandering around and glancing at the name tags, recognising a few names from back during the Dominion War that he makes sure to avoid before finding his seat at the Starfleet table::
 
ACTION: As the crew mingle, some notice that Ariya is escorted to an older woman just after the girl's diplomatic duties are fulfilled and with a few sharp words the she dismisses the girl, who leaves in tears with her retainers following.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::looks shocked at CSO, gaping unattractively:: CSO: And this is why it was time you started to pace yourself...
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Moves to take her seat for the meal, hoping that she'll be sat by some entertaining company::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::chuckles silently:: CMO: Come now, Caerys. Let's see what the fuss is about.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::sees the girl walk out crying and tells himself it isn't his business::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::watches the pregnant girl run off, envying the Pregnant Gyroscope that comes with all humanoid mothers::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: Lead the way, let's eat.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::frowns at CSO, but in a gentle way:: CSO: hmmm...
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::sighs:: CO: I'm suddenly reminded why Earth doesn't have this kind of thing anymore.
 
Evan:
::nods and leads the crew to one of the tables on the edge of the courtyard::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::pulls the chair out for Caerys::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
XO: We shouldn't judge. Cultures are so different.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Follows Evan to her seat::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::accepts the old-fashioned courtesy with a smile and settles into her chair:: CSO: Or maybe you should drink more. This is a side of you I don't see often.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::sits down next to her:: CMO: Be grateful, doesn't happen all that often.....::looks around, missing these kinds of parties::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Finds herselt seat next to Lee::

ACTION: After the mingling is over, dinner is called which is unmemorable. You try and put on a dinner for a thousand people and still have everything juicy and tasty. Shortly after the dinner is over, the more important people leave, signalling that the rest of the guests may now go as well.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::helps himself to a quick second slive of the terrine, delishing in the delicate - if slightly stale - flavours::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::puts his glass of water down:: XO: That wasn't too bad.
 
Evan:
::looks over at the Captain:: CO: Not a fan of diplomatic events, are you, Captain?
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CO: The seafood dish was a bit under prepared, but all in all a nice dinner.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: What gave it away?
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::leaves food on her plate, but not much:: CTO: That was... heavy. How was yours?
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Realises that she didn't eat much of the not-so-special meal, and that she should be careful with what she drinks::
 
Evan:
::laughs:: CO: Your face the moment I met you at the shuttle.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Murmers:: CMO: I've definitely been more impressed.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::glances around at the disappearing diplomats as he sips from his water very, very slowly::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grabs a bottle of something green and pours himself a glass and nurses it::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::manages a smile:: Evan: I'm not very good in... social events. I like being in my quarters with a book.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::nods and leans in a little:: CTO: I have had rations that tasted better than this... but, I guess... ::nods to the huge number of people:: CTO: Even right out of a replicator, this is going to take a lot of work...
 
Evan:
::looks around the table:: ALL: The consul provided the maps and local currency for a reason. You are on liberty until morning. You can join the riot at the waterfront they call a party, or go somewhere else. You're of course welcome to return to the ship.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::smiles around the rim of his glass before putting it down:: CTO/CMO: I don't know what meal you two were eating, but that mousse-like dessert was wonderful.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::turns to the XO:: XO: Sara, what would you like to do?
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::hears CSO's glass filling up with something else, and ignores it. If the man wants to get drunk, there's only so much she can do to stop him::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CMO: We shouldn't really complain. We have just been fed and watered at their expense. Speaking of watered....::Nods over at York and the green stuff::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::stands up and brushes herself off:: Evan: What are the odds of getting a hotel room at this point?
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::nods in agreement to the CIV and raises a small silent toast before sipping of his glas::
 
Evan:
::thinks a moment:: XO: Very slim, to be honest. Everybody who could be in town for this party, is. Hotels are full to the edges of the city. At least a hotel I would let you stay at.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CIV: That was the dessert? ::Shows a teasing smile::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::stands next to the XO::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::grins slowly:: CTO: I know, right? I could have had it for every course.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::widens her eyes to CTO in response to her comment about CSO before looking CIV's way:: CIV: I didn't try that. I'm not a big fan of mousee everr since Gillesaro ordered ten portions and brought them back to his private rooms... ::shudders::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::goes to smile and ask for more to that story, until an image comes to mind and his eyes slowly widen::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::nods some, having guessed as much:: CO: Ah well. Let's go buy stuff.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
CMO: I..um...that...
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Allows one of her rare laughs:: CMO: One of your previous hosts?
 
CO Capt Idrani:
XO: Shopping. ::gestures for her to take his arm:: Great.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::nods at CIV:: CIV: I told you I had food stories... CTO: Yes. He was a rather large man, fond of food, and women, and when possible, a combination of the two at once.
 
Evan:
::gets up from the table and looks around:: ALL Shall we head for the car?
 
XO Lt Sumner:
<CO>
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::stands up and stretches, then downs the green liquid::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
Evan: Where's the best party at, then ?
 
Evan:
::smiles:: CSO: That riot down at the waterfront.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::winks:: Evan: Sounds good.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: How far is it? I'd rather take a walk, enjoy the air.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::looks to his companions:: All: Want to join ?
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Laughs again:: CMO: Such memories! ::Stands up, enjoying the feel of her hair around her shoulders, and smiles around at everyone, feeling the inclination to continue the evening::
 
Evan:
CO: You remember the last 15 minutes of the ride when we were on the highway? That was about 30 kilometers or so.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::furrows her brow:: Evan: We were on a highway?
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::stands up, pushing in his chair and resting his hands on the back, wondering if anyone would notice if he stole the ludicrously comfy seat::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grabs the bottle of green stuff off the table and starts heading for the exit:: Evan: I take it the car will take us there?
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: Right, to the diplo-mo-bile.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::doesn't remember much of the car ride::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::sneakily takes out her tricorder and scans CSO's blood alcohol level from behind his back::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
:;glances at the Doctor with a smirk, noticing what she's doing::
 
Evan:
::opens the ground vehicle's door, waving everybody into the car::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::starts whistling::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Follows behind York, turning and grabbing Lee's hands as she heads towards the car:: CMO: Come on Doctor...
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::hops onto the CO's back and lets him carry her to the car:: CO: Onward, mighty steed!
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::hops in after everyone else, finding another comfy seat near the window::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::slides into the back of the car and unbuttons his jacket a bit::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CTO: Bwagh! ::is surprised, but goes along anyway:: Self: Why do I feel like the odd tribble out?
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::lets out a genuine laugh and carries her to the car, before lowering to his knees so she can step off:: XO: M'lady.
 
Evan:
::can't help but grin at the crew's antics::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CMO: If you don't want to come Doc, we can drop you off somewhere to get back to the ship
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::seems to have difficulty dismounting, but eventually manages and practically falls into the car:: All: Wheee!
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::watches CO and XO:: CTO: No! No.. I'd rather be where the greatest concentration of potential injuries is...
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::wonders if there'll be some shops open at the waterfront the sells clothes so she can change out of the dress uniform::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::laughs at the XO::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::steps in after her:: Evan: This thing have seat belts?
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::steps into the car and plonks herself down on an empty seat::
 
Evan:
::gets in last and closes the door:: CO: I think so. You'll have to feel around in between the seat cushions.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::hands her the green bottle:: XO: Here, this one's nice. Reminds me of Campari.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::glares silently at CSO::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::puts his seatbelt on, and the XOs::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::thinks Caerys is starting to remind him of his ex wife::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Grins at the CMO's expression::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::buckles up safely as well, feeling confident that if there was a car crash or some other suspicious or horrific event he will be quite safe::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::fights mightily to supress the urge to make a 'tied up' joke::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::has a root around for a seatbelt, too... seems a sensible option::
 
Evan:
Driver: To the waterfront, Jeeves, and don't spare the horses.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
Evan: What? No! Spare the horsies!
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::can't help but laugh a little at the XO::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Finds a seatbelt underneath her, after investigating why the seat was uncomfortable, and straps herself in out of habit::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::looks to the window:: Evan: There are horses too?
 
ACTION: The crew can hear the driver chuckle at what seems to be a longstanding joke and the vehicle starts moving.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
Evan: You've managed to be the only diplomatic consul not with a stick up his a-- ouch!:: winces as Lee kicks him in the shins::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CSO: Sorry, my foot slipped...
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::glares at Lee, which turns into a grin::
 
Evan:
::laughs:: CSO: I'm just the flunky, Commander. I have to have a sense of humour or I'd have slit my wrists a long time ago. Dealing with you is a breath of fresh air.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::can't stay mad at CSO for long, the big lug::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grins and hands Evan the bottle:: Evan: A toast.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::puts his arm around Sara::
 
Evan:
::turns back to the CO:: CO: To answer your question, no.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::rest against Thalev and closes her eyes for a bit:: CO: Let's do this for, like, the whole week.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: Talking of fresh air, all I can smell is York's alcohol breath. Can we open a window a little?
 
Evan:
::politely takes the bottle, barely wets his lips and hands it back::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::leans in to the CTO:: CTO: Hey, Reyna. Is the Captain and his right hand always this...gropy? ::said quietly::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::takes the bottle back and takes a small sip::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: Also, I need the toilet. Can we make a pit stop? Are we there yet? ::leans in to the CSO:: CSO: Yes, always.
 
Evan:
::nods and presses the button to lower the window:: CO: It should be OK for it to be open on the highway, which we should be getting onto just about now.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
CSO: You have no idea.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Leans into the CSO:: CSO: Hey Cork. I can safely say nope. They usually keep it behind closed doors. Nice to see him relax though
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::shakes his head and laughs:: All: The Scimitar never used to be this loose. I like it.
 
Evan:
::considers the Captain's question:: CO: I'd suggest we find a place when we get to the waterfront. It shouldn't be too long now.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
Evan: Okay...
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::snores lightly::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::looks over at Feyna:: CTO: Your hair.
 
ACTION: The ride is shorter than last time since its late and the highway isn't crowded, but the streets around the waterfront is.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::gently jostles the XO:: XO: We're here.
 
Evan:
<Driver>Evan: Uhm, sir. I can't get through the crowd. They jumped the barriers and the party has spilled much farther into the streets than before. You'll have to walk from here.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Picks up a lock of it, and holds it in front of York's face:: CSO: Yes, I have hair.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::grins slightly:: ALL: I think some mingling will be fun. Everyone hold hands, though.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
CO: Ianna pony... ::blinks her eyes open and looks around at the crowds:: Ooo...
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::nods, then turns to the CIV:: CIV: Is that what you enlisted men do down below?
 
CO Capt Idrani:
XO: How much did you... ::stops himself:: ... ah look, pretty lights.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::smiles over at the CSO:: CSO: Only when we need to show an officer how to find their way around the actual, working parts of a ship.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
All: Time to dance?
 
Evan:
::gets out the car, looking around::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::laughs outloud as he squeezes out of the car::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::grins slowly, squeezing out behind everyone else and breathing deep of the richly scented air::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::Follows her crewmates out of the car, her dinner not sitting very well::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Tumbles out of the car with everyone else::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::slips out behind Thalev, starting to undo her uniform jacket::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::stands tall and takes a deep breath::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::sees the XO start to disrobe and decides to take his jacket off and throw it over his shoulder:: All: this is more like it.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::was smart enough to wear a tank-top underneath; she leaves the jacket in the car::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::feels much more relaxed now there are no diplomats about::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::rolls her eyes. Stays perfectly neat and well groomed, like any starfleet officer in dress whites should!!!::
 
ACTION: The crew is almost immediately surrounded by crowds of revellers dancing, singing and drinking. The revellers are quite free with sharing drinks and kisses and generally having a good time.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Stays in her dress whites, the red of her hair looking bright against it::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::is embraced and subsequently kissed by a street performer of the fairer sex before she continues her dance and moves on::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::had been wondering what the logo was showing through the XOs uniform::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::looks back:: CMO: I like this place.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
:: gets twirled around by a handsome man:: Self: Gah! CSO: You would! Help!
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::laughs jovially, swooping and swerving his large frame through the revellers with a bright grin::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: Hah. No.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::grabs Thalev's hand and wades into the crowd, ducking kisses for his sake:: CO: One of these days, we should go to Mardi Gras. I can show off my talent for bead gathering. ::she gives one of those kinds of grins::
 
Evan:
::discreetly follows the group, hoping they don't all dash off in different directions::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::is finally allowed to spin to a stop. Ducks to avoid a similar situation coming from a different angle. Swerves to avoid a third and bounces against CSO, jostling his bottle of green::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::lets Sara lead the way::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::grabs the bottle with his left while holding onto Lee with his right:: CMO: Alright, what's next?
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
:: has had enough:: CSO: Gimme the bottle before I change my mind.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Realising that the rest of the team are being swept away from her in the crowd::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::sighs and hands the bottle to a passing partygoer:: CMO: There, at least someone can enjoy it.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::hangs as close to the other crewmembers as possible, politely skirting away the more promiscuous revellers::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::watches it go:: CSO: Wh- No! I meant gimme it to drink it...
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::stops:: CMO: Oh..wait. ::pulls his jacket off his shoulder and grabs the flask from within and hands it to her::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: No umbrellas though.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Goes onto her tiptoes to try and find the rest of the team in the crowd::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::waits until they're a decent distance away from the rest of the crew, and leaps into his arms, giving him a pretty spectacular kiss that elicits a few cheers around them::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::isn't sure if she's impressed or worried. Decides she doesn't care:: CSO: YOu are right, the umbrellas just get in the way anyway... ::takes a healthy swig. Pauses, swallows and taks another more lady-like sip before handing it back:: CSO: hhhhhhhh- ::mouths "What is that?"::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::lets himself get lost in the kiss, despite the crowds making him feel uncomfortable::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: Scotch....what else?
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::places the flask in his pant pocket and throws the jacket at some passing dancer, medals and all::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::feels it going it her head:: CSO: This was a bad idea. ::watches his jkacket go:: CSO: THAT was a bad idea! ::knows one of those medals he'd throan away before, and she'd managed to retrieve it. Not gonna be able to do the same this time::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Sees a flash of white in the air, and follows in that direction::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: The collar was too tight. ::shrugs::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CSO: Your neck was too wide. Don't see you throwing that away!
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
CMO: It's a perfectly fine neck!
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::says nothing just smiles:: CSO: Yea, I suppose, if "fine" is all you want...

ACTION: The party keeps raging as the crew finally decides to head back to the ship. As they head around the crowd through lesser travelled streets, a commotion can be heard and the distinct sound of weapons fire nearby.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::feels a little tired and a little hungry:: XO: Did you hear that?
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::spins around as if dancing, a party hat on his head and wearing a red sash::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::perks up at the sound of weapons fire, a sinking feeling replacing all her jubilation:: CO: Oh no...
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Was feeling tired, and far more sober than she was earlier, and her senses sharpened at the sound of weapons fire:: CO: Weapons....
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::is currently trying to get away from two very beautiful women who want to braid her hair::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::stops as he hears weapons fire, and throw the hat away:: CMO: Come on. ::Grabs her arm::

ACTION: The blast from an energy weapon hits the wall next to the CSO's head as the firefight rounds a corner heading in their direction.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
All: Get down!
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
All: HEY! ::starts running towards the source::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::tries to tackle the CSO:: CSO: Get behind cover!
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::hears the weapons fire, mannages to get her favourite hair clip back off one of the women as CO yells. Drops the the ground, instantly starts to root in her med kit, administers at anti-intoxicant and feels herself sharpening up::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::ducks down near a wall and takes a quick peek towards the source of the commotion:: All: Get to cover!
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CSO: York, STOP! ::Follows behind him, glad she brought the knife with her in case close combat is necessary::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::taps the CSO on the foot as he runs, knocking him flat to the floor:: CSO: Moron, you're drunk and don't have a weapon.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Stops as she catches up with the CSO and CO:: CO: Shall I take a look Captain?
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::stands up and pats himself down:: CO: Never stopped me before, Captain.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
:: keeps her head down and makes her way through the scrabbling crowds to CO's position, hypospray in hand::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::moves behind cover::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
All: Let's hope the guards are good at their job. CMO: You still got that tricorder?
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::skids in behind CO:: CO: Sir... ::dials up the correct dose for an Andorian and hands the hypo over::
 
ACTION: The crew gets behind cover as the fight moves up the street, one guard after another falling as they try to protect the woman they were excorting.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::glances over at Feyna:: CTO: I'm moving up, Ensign! ::waits for a break, then dashes from cover, skidding in behind the next barracade::
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::looks across the way to Thalev:: CO: Should we call a security team?
 
CO Capt Idrani:
CMO: What's this? XO: Beam down armed personell into a diplomatic occasion? Not unless the guards really need it.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::looks at the falling guards and fights to stay where he is::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CO: She needs to get to cover Captain
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
CO: Anti intoxicant, sir. We all had a glass or two. Seems prudent.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::hits his comm badge:: *TIC*: Scramble Hephaestus wing and get clearance for plantery maneuvers, immediately!
 
ACTION: The last two guards reach some cover as the last one drags the girl up the street. As they come closer, the crew can see she is obviously pregnant.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::sees that its the same young girl from before and his heart races, then he takes off in her direction::
 
Evan:
<TIC> *CIV*: Aye, sir.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CO: Do we provide support Captain? Do we get involved?
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::taps her chest, where her combadge is supposed to be:: Self: Damn... ::looks out from cover:: CO: Now?
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::glances around looking for the CO:: CO: Captain! I'd suggest we assist, i've got the cavalry on their way for a bit of muscle.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
CMO: I haven't touched a drop. ::gives it back:: All: To hell with this, I'm not letting them hurt her. *Scimitar*: I want armed teams down at my position on the double!
 
Evan:
ACTION: The two guards fighting the rear action gets shot down.
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::watches the last two guards fall, waiting a few hearbeats before he curses himself and scambles for the closest cover to the attackers::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::nods to CO and makes for the XO's position next::
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::scrambles to pick up a weapon and start firing back as he advanced towards the fallen woman::
 
Evan:
<aOPS>*CO*: Aye, sir. I need to remind you of the prohibition on transporter activity. Teams will be in position in moments.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
CSO: You provide cover, I'll try and get to her ::Follows after York::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::presses the hypo to the XO's neck::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::picks up a fallen weapon and throws it to the CTO:: CTO: You're the tactical officer. *aOPS*: I don't care, get them down here, NOW! Don't make me come up there!
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::hears her call and nods and starts squeezing the trigger::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::calls out to the attackers as he scrambles to look for and pick up one of the fallen guards weapons:: Attackers: This is Chief Rhodri Griffiths, Starfleet! You are ordered to drop your weapons and lay down on the ground!
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Has just picked up a gun as Idrani throws her a second:: CO: One gun is good, two is better

ACTION: The air shimmers as the security teams appear. They quickly fan out and breaks the back of the ambush. The attackers turn to flee, melting away in the dark streets.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
::starts to sharpen up a bit:: CMO: Thanks, Doctor.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
XO: Pleasure, sir. I came prepared.
 
CO Capt Idrani:
::grins and finds another gun for himself and the XO and moves towards the girl:: Ariya: Are you hurt?
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Tries to work out the source of the attack as she makes her way to the pregnant woman:: CMO: Look sharp Doc, looks like you might be needed to do a check up
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::takes a deep breath as the armed assailants flee and throws the weapon away and runs to the woman's side::
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::looks up, sees the woman on the ground, with York attending her (typical!), and rushes over::
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Remains standing beside York and Ariya, weapons at the ready, prepared in case a second ambush is initiated::
 
Evan:
::moves closer:: CMO: Doctor! ::kneels next to the girl, touching her side and his hand coming away red with blood::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::peeks up cautiously from his cover and looks around warily, hitting his badge again:: *Hephaestus*: Confirm planatery maneuvers, I want sensor sweeps of the surrounding around 5 clicks out from my current position.
 
CSO LtCmdr York:
::as Lee arrives he squeezes the woman's hand comfortingly once before moving back:: Woman: You're in good hands.
 
CTO Ens Feyna:
::Tries not to huff at York throwing a live weapon to the ground::
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
::makes his way over to the CO and CTO, standing ready with the weapon armed and set to stun, eyes looking everywhere::
 
CO Capt Idrani:
XO: This is exactly why we don't do this often.
 
CMO LtJG Lee:
::scans the woman quickly, identifying one phaser blast to the shoulder. Trocorder starts to beep madly:: Self: Oh, no... ::looks up at CSO:: *aOPS*: Medical Emergency! Two to beam directly to Sickbay! Now!
 
CIV MCPO Griffiths:
<H_Leader> *CIV*: Confirmed, Master Chief. Recon and surveillance is go.
 
XO Lt Sumner:
CO: Why can't we just have nice things?
 
ACTION: The CMO and Ariya disappear in a blue shimmer.

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