USS Apache
Mission # 208
"Lost & Found"
10402.27

 Prologue: The Captain and Counselor are on their way to the Apache while the crew still rests at the base after the death of one of thier colleagues.

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FCO_Ilianor says:
::paces, as the entire camp goes quiet::

Host CO_Storal says:
@::continues to walk down towards the Apache, while scanning for any romulans::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: sits next to the fire watching over the camp. Watches as the FCO paces back and forth ::

Action: Lukan stands nearby talking with his fellow Klingons.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::walks behind the captain, phaser ready::

FCO_Ilianor says:
*CO*: Captain, we're currently staying put at the base... burying Lt. Abbott...

Host CO_Storal says:
*FCO*: Acknowleged Mr. Ilianor.

FCO_Ilianor says:
*CO*: Ah... do you require any assistance at this time? ... and what should we do about, er, Ensign Lukan?

Host CO_Storal says:
*FCO*: Nothing. He and Lt. Abbott were friends. I'm sure he knew her wishes when something like this arose.

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: I can't believe it... we've lost two crewmembers already...

FCO_Ilianor says:
::sits down on a rock next to the fire:: *CO*: Aye, sir. If it's all the same to you, I'm still going to keep an eye on him... Ilianor out. ::sits back and sighs:: CTO: What a waste.

Host CO_Storal says:
*FCO*: We could use some assistance, but we are about three or four hours from your present location. So I don't think we have the time to wait. But thanks for the offer.

Action: The CO and CNS hear something rustling in the bushes....

CNS_Solaa says:
@::looks around warily::

CNS_Solaa says:
@ ::whisper:: CO: Looks like they've come for us early...

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: hears Lukan boasting to his comrades about how he restored Abbott's honor. Looking at Lukan spits on the ground:: Aloud but said to no one: BiH'nuch.

Host CO_Storal says:
@::drops to one knee and points his phaser in the direction of the russle::

Ensign Lukan says:
::looks up at the CTO:: CTO: Do you have a problem, Ensign?

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: I would say so. ::scans the area of disturbance::

FCO_Ilianor says:
::gets back up:: CTO: We should remain vigilant. That Lt. Abbott was injured so close to the base suggests that the animal... ::turns his head in the direction of Lukan::

CNS_Solaa says:
@::follows the captains example and kneels::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
Lukan: No, just a thorn in my side that I will pluck out soon :: stands to make himself more threatening ::

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Anything abnormal on scans, sir?

FCO_Ilianor says:
::frowns, as he tries to interpret what the CTO just said:: CTO: Joshua! Don't. Not now.

Host CO_Storal says:
@ ::shakes his head:: CNS: I lost it.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: pays little attention to the FCO making a shooing motion with his hand at the FCO ::

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Rats. ::looks around again, trying to see among the gathering shadows::

Ensign Lukan says:
::takes a deep breath and looks down at the CTO:: CTO: Are you challenging me?

Host CO_Storal says:
@ ::motions to the CNS to continue::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
Lukan: Challenge you?!? I am a warrior, no BiHnuch like you deserves the glory of combat.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::nods and takes up a rear defensive position behind the captain::

Host CO_Storal says:
@ ::gets up and continues to walk down towards the direction of the Apache with caution::

FCO_Ilianor says:
Lukan/CTO: Ensigns! Both of you! This has gone quite far enough! ::gets in between the two:: Now, Ens. Lukan, get back to your post. The bears could return at any moment. Joshua, drop this now. ::pleads with him::

Ensign Lukan says:
::grinds his teeth and growls:: CTO: You are jealous that you did not make the motion to give our comrade an honourable death....

CTO_Grey-feather says:
::flexes his massive arms :: Lukan: Jealous of you? Abbot had already earned her honor by fighting the creature! You only killed her because she was a half breed and weak in your eyes.

Host Admiralla says:
Action: The CO and the CNS approach the Apache. As she gets larger in view and they can see her side hatch is open.

CNS_Solaa says:
@ ::whisper:: CO: Look there, sir!

FCO_Ilianor says:
CTO: Ensign Grey-feather, in case you didn't notice, I gave you an order. Stand down! ::turns to Lukan:: Lukan: That goes for you as well. You are both Starfleet officers, and I tell you, if this escalates any further...

CNS_Solaa says:
@::motions for him to hide in the bushes near where they are:: CO: We should hide there and see first.

Ensign Lukan says:
CTO: Enough! D'Layna was my friend and warrior! She would have easily taken her own life were she able.... I merely carried out her wishes... she had no other kin....

Ensign Lukan says:
FCO: I am done here. ::heads off to a nearby pod::

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: Agreed. Once we get onboard, we need to head straight for engineering.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
Lukan: Be wary of turning your back on an opponent

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Right.

Ensign Lukan says:
::glowers:: CTO: Then in that case, I have nothing to concern myself with...

Host CO_Storal says:
@::finishes doing a scan:: CNS: There are no Romulan life signs in the area. I think we are in the clear.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: turns and look deadly serious :: FCO: Stand down? And wait for that coward to kill us because he thinks we are weak?

CNS_Solaa says:
@::lets out a long sigh of relief::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
Lukan: True.. for you are not a warrior. You are no Klingon, your mother had a smooth forehead.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::watches as Lukan walks away, then turns sharply to face the CTO:: CTO: This really has gone far enough! Why would you goad him like that?? You are both Starfleet officers and there are certain expectations. Now, be the bigger man and drop this...NOW!

Action: Lukan's and Greyfeather's words are lost by a sound coming from overhead. As everyone looks up they see the shape of a small ship approaching their position. As it gets closer all hope of being saved turns to fear as it is recognized as a small Romulan scout ship.

Host CO_Storal says:
@::motions for the CNS to continue down towards the ship:: CNS: Remember it's either you or them. Stay calm and we will be ok.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
::Grabs the FCO:: FCO : We need to get to cover now!

FCO_Ilianor says:
All: A ship! Everyone! Take cover! CTO: This does NOT look good.

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Yes, sir. ::gulp::

Action: Everything is quiet as the CO and the CNS approach the entrance to the USS Apache...

Host CO_Storal says:
@::grins at the CNS:: CNS: Don't worry Ryn. The Prophets haven't brought us this far to end here.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: as he runs for cover :: FCO: I don't know...all we need to do is get the Romulans out of it and we have a ship

CNS_Solaa says:
@::thinks on this:: CO: Hmm... I guess you're right...

Action: Everyone runs for the pods and the overhanging trees to avoid sight detection.

Host CO_Storal says:
@::looks inside the hatch:: CNS: Looks clear. Lets go. ::enters the hatch::

FCO_Ilianor says:
CTO: Agreed, but I doubt they're coming down to sit in their shuttle all day. If they came to destroy us, they would have already done so. They're coming out, it'll happen. Get everyone else to get one of Engineering's weapons if they are unarmed.

CNS_Solaa says:
@Self: It's now or never. CO: Alright! Let's go! ::follows him::

Action: As the CO and CNS step inside the ship, there is a soft red glow. The ship appears to be still alive only barely just operating on minimal systems. A console flickers on a nearby wall.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::goes to the console::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: Motions with his arms to get any stragglers into cover ::

FCO_Ilianor says:
::takes out his tricorder to see if he can scan inside the shuttle::

Host CO_Storal says:
@::looks at the CNS:: CNS: What does the console say?

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Mmm... not looking good. Systems barely operating. ::yelps as the console blows sparks:: Yep. It just shorted out.

FCO_Ilianor says:
CTO: ::sighs:: Well I guess we're in the clear. But it seems there must be at least 12 or so crew on that shuttle... *CO*: Captain, we've just seen something very disturbing..

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: Perhaps we can find more information as we get into Engineering. See if you can close and lock the hatch.
Host CO_Storal says:
@::taps his combadge:: *FCO*: Report.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::looks for the manual hatch release and goes to it::

FCO_Ilianor says:
*CO*: A shuttle just flew over the base. They did not stop to investigate... but it was undoubtedly a shuttle of Romulan design.

Action: The scout ship, makes it's ascent into the upper atmosphere of the planet, disappearing out of sight.

Host CO_Storal says:
*FCO*: Probably a scout ship. The Emergency beacon must have gotten thier attention. We are onboard the Apache. She seems to still have power, although barely. We are going to make our way down to engineering. I will contact you when we get there. Let me know if the Romulans return.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::manages to close the hatch::

FCO_Ilianor says:
*CO*: Aye, sir. CTO: My goodness, they found the Apache...

Ensign Lane says:
FCO: Sir, If I may. I don't think we should stay here. If there are other Romulans about, they could come back looking for us... or worse... ::looks frantic::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
:: looks at him like he is crazy :: FCO: Can't be our Apache! We watched it explode!

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: Well let's see what the old lady has under the hood. ::Grins and begins to walk towards Engineering::

FCO_Ilianor says:
::listens to Ens. Lane:: CTO: What do you think? The Romulans are probably very much aware of our presence by now, but chose to ignore us. Yet we may be able to hide from them in the woods... but if the animals attack, we're probably better off fighting here..

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Right. But now if there is anything in here with us... we're all alone with it. I don't know if I can get the hatch open again...

Action: As the CO and CNS walk toward ME, they see the door is half open and burned in several places, obviously taken heavy damage from disruptor fire. The walls around them are darkened in places and they come upon the body of one of their engineers. His rotting corpse having been there over 6 months.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
FCO: The Rommies probably think we are at the point of the emergency beacon.  I suggest we get the civilians, women, and children into the pods.  And that every able bodies man grab a weapon at get up in the trees.  So we can surprise them

CNS_Solaa says:
@::face twists in disgust and horror as she sees the body:: Self: Oh, God...

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: True. But we also keep anything out.

Host CO_Storal says:
@::looks at the body and damage around the corridor:: CNS: Well it looks like they made a good stand.

FCO_Ilianor says:
CTO: Very well. Let's go then. ::prepares to round everyone up for preparations::

CNS_Solaa says:
@::looks down at the floor, not wanting to see:: CO: Mm-hm... I'm sure they did, sir.

Host CO_Storal says:
@::puts a hand on the young ensign's shoulder:: CNS: Come on, we're almost there.

CTO_Grey-feather says:
FCO: Don't you think you should inform the captain of what we are doing?

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: Yes. Almost there... almost there...

Action: The campsite is a bustle of nervous activity as everyone follows the FCO's orders.

CNS_Solaa says:
@CO: I really hope that none of the power systems were damaged bad... I'm not much of an engineer.

FCO_Ilianor says:
CTO: I was just about to do so, ensign.

Host CO_Storal says:
@CNS: I don't think so. Most of the damage looks to be to the structure itself. The systems should be ok.

Action: The CO and CNS, enter Main Engineering. It is quiet... too quiet really as the engines sleep before them...

CNS_Solaa says:
@::runs to a diagnostic counter quickly to survey the damage::

FCO_Ilianor says:
*CO*: Captain, in light of... the Romulan presence, we're taking actions to prepare for a possible Romulan incursion... we're sending the women, children, civilians into the escape pods, and we plan to position everyone else to fight if it comes to it. Just a precaution.

Host CO_Storal says:
*FCO*: Good plan. We have arrived in Main Engineering, The warp core is off. We are going to try to restore power and see what we have to work with. ::scans the room:: CNS: What do we have to work with?

Action: Before Captain Storal can read that there is a lifesign among them, a warrior cry is heard as someone pounces on Captain Storal from above. As he struggles against the attack, he tries to get a glimpse of his attacker as it rolls off him. The figure is barely recognizable standing before him in a thick fur-like robe made from a very large creature, a heavy hood covering the head. Nevertheless it is menacing as it aims a phaser at him.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::jumps back and screams as the figure launches onto the captain::

Host CO_Storal says:
@::quickly stands and tries to identify his assailant:: Figure: Who are you? ::puts his hands up::

Figure says:
@CO: I should ask the same of you...

CNS_Solaa says:
@Figure: We mean you no harm! We have just come to investigate! We fell to this planet and are trying to find a way back to our home.

Host CO_Storal says:
@Figure: I am Captain Storal Kylorean of the USS Apache. This is my ship.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::rounds up the civilians and stuffs them into the pods:: CTO: Have your men keep a constant watch for Romulan life signs. ::seals the hatch::

CNS_Solaa says:
@::eyes widen in surprise and fear:: Figure: Captain... Storal...

Host CO_Storal says:
@::motions to the CNS:: Figure: This is Ens. Solaa the ship's counselor.

CNS_Solaa says:
@::nods::

Figure says:
@CO: Nonsense! Captain Storal was killed months ago! Everyone was killed...::glances at the counselor:: except me... I was able to escape my assailants... cowardly P'taqs that they are.. ::grumbles in a voice that the CO instantly recognizes::

CTO_Grey-feather says:
::salutes :: FCO: Already done. They are stationed above the pods with whatever weapons they could find.

Action: The figure pulls back the hood and exposes herself. Her face is muddy and darkened with dirt but the marks of Klingon heritage don her forehead so she can easily be recognized as Lt. D'Layna Abbott....

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