<ACTDHebert> Avalon Station is currently hosting a klingon Bird of Prey, the IKS Painiargh, captained by Captain Topiak.  Captain Topiak is
<ACTDHebert> 5'11" 300 pound war hero for the Empire.  He was well known during the Dominion war but has now succumbed to over excessive drinking as his carrer has been slowing down.
<ACTDHebert> For some reason though, he appears to be happy tonight as he is bellowing out his life story in the Klingon restaraunt while drinking down blood wine after blood wine.
<ACTDHebert> At the momment, no Federation starships are in the vicinity, a few transports and freighters are on enroute to Avalon Station for repairs and rest, and several Klingon warships left the station heading back to Klingon space not more than 4 hours earlier.
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<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::sitting in his office makeing sure his TO has her teams ready::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::on bridge, walking the upper deck, looking down at operations::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::taking care of things in sickbay::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::checks traffic to see if he has to do anything, but then realizes that traffic basically doesn't exist...so he's idle for now::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: standing at a terminal on the bridge , taps her com badge :: COM: All Department Heads:  All: Please report you departments status as soon as possible.  Serok out.

<KCO_Topiak> ACTION: A group of Klingons are sitting at a the bar talking about a massing of ships, but they are actually being to hush hush to be heard.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::pacing back and forth in his quarters::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO*: I can't do it Captain.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::walking the 'beat' with 2 other teams::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::hears the XO's request, smiles, and continues to pace the upper deck::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: Taps Comm badge again :: Lt Moore:  Lt Moore, at you convenience, please report to the bridge.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::gets up and walks to the door::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Your location please?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *MOORE*:  How's that Commander?

<LtCmdr_Moore> *XO* At my convenience Commander?

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> :: eyes a man at the bar as she passes the door.. then moves on.. :: *SEC team 10*: agents in position.. I'm goign in.. copy orders level 8..::breaks fromt he group and heads to the security office::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::looks up... department head... um... he makes his way to the nearest panel:: *XO* Ah... hello?

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *CTO*: on my way to the security office

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Thank you.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> MO: Yes Doctor.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* You may say I am Klingon-phobic.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::notices two freighters making their way to Avalon::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::walks tot he door where T`Pal is standing.. :: CTO: yes? ::wealks past him and then turns to look at him as she walks bacjwards to get a duffel from a locker in the other room::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> *XO* Ah... well seeing as the Chief Medical Officer is... currently indesposed, Sir... ah I'm kind of in charge here, so I'm reporting on Sickbay's readiness.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  I'm not interested in your phobias, mister.  You have a job to do.  Are you going to do it or not?

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TO: Have we had any problem's yet with the Klingons?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks over at the XO::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::goes in the room and empties the bag on the table.. and starts sorting over the cloths.. and takes her hair down:: CTO: no.. I'm about to go in the club.. ::starts getting undressed::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *MO*: One moment Doctor.

<KCO_Topiak> ACTION:  Long Range sensors pick up a Klingon Bird of Prey passing through Avalon's sector.  It is moving at warp speed towards Klingon space.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: turns and looks at the Captain and Mister Moore and raises her eyebrow ::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> *XO* Oh... okay, sure... sir. ::taps foot, scratches his spots a little::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TO: Good but be carefull of them. ::Looks away as she changes::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Sir, I've got a federation freighter moving in...as well as a Klingon medical ship...both seem damaged....but I can't be sure

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  Try hailing them

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::changing into a very tight fitting outfit.. soemthing a dabo girl would wear.. and then tops it with a uniform jacket::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: turns back to the com and continues to listen to the CO and Moore :: *MO*: Go ahead Doctor.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::puts on some very loud colors for make-up and checks over her apperance in the mirror.. uses a device and makes her hair blond and blue::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* I'm not comfortable carrying out these orders.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> CTO: well what do you think?

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::nods to the CO::  COM: Fed/Klingon Ships: This is Avalon Station.  Please respond.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> CTO: and don't worry.. I'm well armed.. ::grins and definatly looks liek a dabo girl::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::Turns and looks:: Lt: You look fine.

<Capt_Runderis> ACTION: The Federation Freighter is hailing the station.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  Mr. Moore, we have to do things we don't like from time to time...  Unless you can give me a better reason, I expect you to do your duty

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::nods:: CTO: I have my ear comm on.. I'll check in as I can.. ::leaves the security office::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: The Federation Freighter is responding sir.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> *XO* Ah, okay ah... um, status right... well Sickbay has been stocked with the medical supplies and equiptment needed to treat Klingons, as ordered... hasn't been very busy though, I guess they aren't drunk enough yet... ::catches himself:: I mean.. ah... we're ah pretty well good... sir.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  On screen, please

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::nods and puts it up on screen::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::Walks out and into the nearest TL::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* I have never refused to carry out orders prior to this. I cannot explain my reticence in this instance as I do not fully understand it.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *MO*: Acknowledged Doctor, and thank you.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TL: Bridge.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::goe sin the bar where the klingons are and appoligizes to the ferengi manager for being late.. looks at the klingons aroudn the room::

<Capt_Runderis> :: appears on the view screen to Captain MacLeod as a short little blond haired lady, who looks like she hadn't slept in days. ::  COMM: Avalon: CO:  Captain...

<MO_Ens_Lesan> *XO* Oh, well not a problem, sir... I guess that's all...

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  Mr. Moore...  Stand by.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *MO*: Serok out.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::swallows a little blue pill::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> COMM: Runderis:  Captain, having trouble?

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::arrives on bridge and assumes his station::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> :starts searving drinks to the klingons and pretends to be 'blond' hearing much of whats said.. and knowing klingon very well.. but acting as if she don't::

<Capt_Runderis> Comm: Avalon CO:  We have registered odd gravimetric waves about 3 light years from here... They've damaged our hull and our engines... mind if we catch a few repairs, captain?  :: smiles sheepishly ::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::closes the channel on his end, sighs, goes back to keeping things ordered and tidy::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: nods as the CTO enters the bridge ::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::nods back to the XO::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::gets 2 bottles of blodo wine and prances to the table.. pouring somethign for the klingons::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> COMM:  Runderis:  Certainly.  Can we have a look at your sensor logs of the anomoly?  We might be able to analyze it better

<Capt_Runderis> ACTION: The klingons are more hush now around the girl, until Captain Topiak bellows something about the Cardassian warship he took our single handedly.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::leaves the CO alone while he talkds:: CTO/XO:  There is a Klingon BoP moving at warp through our sector toward Klingon space.  Lt, you may want to keep an eye on it.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks to the CTO::  CTO:  Run a scan of that area of space.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::just grins and pours him some more drink.. making a point to bend over rather low::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Aye sir.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::goes to watch over his twin boys during their nap::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::starts long range scanns on the area in question.::

<Capt_Runderis> Comm: CO:  I would be more than happy to share this information, it might help you out... but all I know is I passed quite a few Federation starships heading into the gravimetric waves, maybe going to see what's causing them?

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::hums slightly to himself as he looks around... well everything seems fine, good::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  Mr. Demakh, the Klingon ship?

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::contenues to server in the bar::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> FCO:  Acknowledged Lt.  Good work.  CTO: He is corect, you should monitor it.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> XO: Ay Ma`am

<Capt_Runderis> Comm: CO:  All I know, is I don't have the power to handle them and I plan on staying away from them.  Do you mind if my crew takes a small leave before we continue on our journey?

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::smiles as he watchs his boys sleep::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::starts wating the bird of pray while running scanns::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Aye sir, a Klingon Bird of Prey is passing through, headed toward it's own space at warp.

<Capt_Runderis> ACTION: The Bird of Prey finally leaves the edge of the sector and off of Avalon's sensor range.  They have apparently continued on course to Klingon Space.  But no sooner as it leaves, another Klingon ship, K'vort class treks through Avalon's sector, also heading for Klingon space.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::goes over to the bar and grabs up some food.. and it's trying to crawl off the plate.. sets it down infront of the klingon captain and takes one of the slimey little critters.. and swallows them:: hmm.. little dry.. :: and prances off to find the sauce::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  monitor them until they leave our control area

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Just did.  But, a K'vort class just entered.  Same course.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::looks up as the doors open and two security crewmen drag a seemingly hurt and... Tesal waves in front of his face, rather pungent Klingon::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::sets the sauce ont eh table for the klingons who are staring at the shrimpy girl who just ate a live Yekon Grub::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: ir seems the Klingon's seem to be sending a fleet throught this sector 1 ship at a time sir.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  Mr. Moore, If you are going to refuse to respond to your duties, I will need a better reason than the Klingons, make you squeemish

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> Klingons: what? you don't like Tarko Sauce?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  Continue to monitor

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Aye sir.

<Capt_Runderis> ACTION:  The Federation ship closes the channel to Avalon and assumes the Captain is quite busy.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Got a good reason for that?

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* As you wish Captain.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *XO* Do you still require my presence at Operations?

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> Klingons: hmm.. maybe Daknol?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  I'll be on the bridge when you come up with a better excuse.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: No sir unless we just have the safest sector of space.

<KCO_Topiak> ACTION: The Klingon Transport in on Final Approach.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  This close to Romulan space, we aren't that safe considering the Romulans and the Klingons, are bitter rivals

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *Moore* No Mister Moore, I do not.  I believe you have a task to accomplish.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* It's hardly an excuse Captain. Call it intuition. There's no good to come of this.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Agreed sir.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> Klingons: oh! i know ::grins and prances to the bar leaning over it and reeachign for a think blood sauce and takes it back to the table:: Here ya go boys

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::receives a request from the Klingon Med Transport for permission to dock for repairs::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> Co: do we know any thin\g about this klingon ship on approach?

<KCO_Topiak> Delan:  Just another round of Blood wine, my sweet gal.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *XO* Thank you for reminding me Commander. I had almost forgotten.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> Topiak: sure honey.. hot of cold?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  That's why I need you there, I need your intuition, anything would be helpful at this point.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::kisses his boys' foreheads as they continue to sleep and heads to the nearest TL::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO/FCO:  Yes, grant them clearance, nothing has changed, yet

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::still acting very 'blond'::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *Moore* Indeed Mister Moore, you should be more prudent.

<KCO_Topiak> Delan:  The usual... oh wait... I haven't seen you around here before... Cold.

<LtCmdr_Moore> Computer: Locate Captain Topiak.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::glances at the tactical display board::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *XO* Yes Ma'am, Commander. I will make sure of it.

<KCO_Topiak> ACTION: The Klingon Transport has docked, engineering has responded to her request for repair.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::looks at the CO::

<KCO_Topiak> <Computer> CIV: Captain Topiak is located in the Klingon Restraunt.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> Topiak: cold.. ohh you like the aged kind.. sure honey.. ::goes to teh bar and digs out the bottles of aged wine.. the ferengi just keeps staring at De ans she does her little job::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  The peregrines are deployed, correct?

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::treats the wounded Klingon, who apparently broke his arm in one of their foolish games, and sends him back out into the world to stagger his way back to the bar... he heads back in and finds something to wipe his hands on::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Sir, may I contact the engineering team?  I'd like to ask them to be on the look out for anything out of the ordinary.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Yes sir and the defense platform is on hot standby sir.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::nods to the FCO::

<LtCmdr_Moore> TL: Klingon restaurant please.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::goes back and sets the bottle on the table for the klingon.. her skimpy attire showing more anatomy as she ends over thetable to reach a mug to pour it::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* I will be in civillian clothing with your permission Captain.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Move the fighters out a little farther, sensors at maximum, and tie into their feed

<KCO_Topiak> :: talks quietly to his officer next to him ::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *moore*:  Thank you, yes, that will be fine.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Aye sir.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> *EO_Phicks`it* Lt, be on the look out for anything odd or unusual while doing repairs.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::Sends orders to Gold 1 and starts to tie in to there sensors::

<KCO_Topiak> ACTION:  The station trembles real softly, but is noticable by most of the crew.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO:  Commander, establish that monitor trace on Moore.  Link to your station and securtiy One

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> <EO_Phicks`it> *FCO* Aye aye.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::moves on to the next table of klingons.. and gets slappedon teh rear.. turns around she belts the guy out of his chair.. and grins:: Not tonight Honey I'm busy :goes on::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::feels a slight tremor::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> XO: Aye Captain, I'm on it now.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::links his tricorder as commanded in the briefing and concelas his commbadge on his person::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::looks up just to have three others enter sickbay, thankfully not Klingons, although they look more serious, he heads up to them:: Crew: What happened? ::leads them to beds::

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::enters the Klingon restaurant::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: taps a few buttons on the console and puts a trace on Lt Moore and liks it with Security one. ::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::hears an alert chime from the eng. station, moves there and looks at the status board::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Is every thing ok down there we have Klingon ship docking for repairs.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> XO: Security 1 is picking up a feed from you .

<KCO_Topiak> :: grins but doesn't appeared ammused actually by the girl... odd from a Klingon, but Topiak looks like a man in deep thought. ::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::moves to the back and activates the comm:: *CTO*: I'm clear.. MOoore just came in.. he may blow my cover

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> CTO: Yes Commander, it is.  Please monitor that feed.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> XO: Aye Ma`am

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *ENG*:  Engineering, status report.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> <SMILEY> :  *CO*: Were having some problems down here boss, but were on top of it.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Stay on it till he dose .

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *ENG*:  See that you do, now is not the time for problems.

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> *CTO*: understood.. ::closes the channel and goe sback to her act::

<KCO_Topiak> Self:  I've had enough... :: thows his wine cup over the bar and into the rack of bottles ::  Crew:  Let's go.  :: without no further words he stands up and walks towards the door ::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* Why is the TO in here posing as a Dabo Girl? ::whispers::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> <One of the Crewman> ::shaken:: MO: I... I don't know, some kind of... gravity distortion... beat us up pretty bad... I think I broke my arm when I was thrown against a console, but Langley over there is in worse shape, power conduit got him in the face... do what you can, please Doc?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *moore*:  She is doing what the CTO has arranged for her to do.  Ignore her, she is a Dabo girl tonight.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::takes a seat wthin earshot of Topiak but out of sight::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::stands there and looks at moore::

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* Done.

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  The Klingons stride through the station heading towards the air lock, actually looking somewhat sober after all they have drank, but almost a mission like face on.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks over to the CTO, and snaps a smile::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::Nods to the CO::

<Dabo_Girl_Delan> ::drops her order padd on Moores table and walks out with a sneer:: *CTO*: the klingons are on the move..

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::averts his eyes and ignores the "Dabo girl""\.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Keep a team on them.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::nods quickly to the Crewman and gets him to lay back on the bed, he then moves over to the one with burns, being helped onto his bed by another crewman, this one with a multitude of cuts and abrasions, the burnt crewman is moaning slightly from the pain, he helps him up and gets the other crewman away::
<Dabo_Girl_Delan> *CTO*: right..
<Dabo_Girl_Delan> *Sec team 6*: move.. target is moving

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Sir, the IKS Painiargh is preparing to leave dock.  It is starting up its engines.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::monitors the security seal on there ship and watches Mr. Moores location::

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::picks up the PADD and reviews it::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  Another Bird of Prey has entered the system, heading right for Avalon Station.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  Have they requested clearance for departure

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks at the FCO ::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Aye sir, as we speak.......and as we speak, a Bird of Prey is on a course taking it right up to us.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::gets her one peice jumpsuiet from another guard and means up with 3 members of Shadow team 2::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  Captain Topiak and his crew have entered their ship and are getting ready for departure.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::keeps an inconspicuous distance from Topiak and his mean::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::moves over to the medical tray and grabs a hypo and two vials, and pulls the instrument tray with him back to the crewman, he injects the first vial, a painkiller, and then the second, an agent to keep his tissues from swelling from the burns::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> <mean - meets>

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> FCO:  Resume launch proceedures for the Painiargh and hail the inbound

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::waits near the airlock::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *CTO*: they entered the airlock.. no disruptions.. soemthign is up..

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: These Klingons are running the Security teams throught there oaces today sir.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Aye sir ::grants Painiargh permission, and then hails the BoP::  COM: BoP: This is Avalon Station, please respond.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at the XO::  XO:  What the heck is going on here?

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> *TO*: Agreed but I need more than hat to take to the Captian Lt.

<ICO_K`Lork> COMM: Avalon:  This is the Vork`ta, Captain K'Lork, :: in a hard voice :: What do you want?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Tell your teams they are not to engauge the Klingons, unless they break station regs.  They are to just observe

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *CTO*: nothing was said I could hear except somethign about the destruction of a cardassin ship

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: raises her eyebrow :: CO: I do not know Captain, but I believe we will find out.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::once the crewman is stable he gets the thoron burn regenerator and works on the serious pitted burns, stopping to use a laser scaplel to open the top of his uniform, by this time the other MO's have reached sickbay, being notified of the crisis and start working on the other two::

<ICO_K`Lork> ACTION: A crewman in engineering who was working on the reactor sets off a minor explosion, sending him flying backwards.  The medical emergency alarm is sounded in engineering.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: My teams will not act untill the klingons have given them reason to.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::taps comm button::  COMM:  K'Lork:  You are on rapid approach to a Federation station, state your intentions.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::nods to CTO::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::works on the crewman's burns, wincing slightly as he has to use a laser scalpel to cut away a small mass of tissue which has fabric from his unifrom burned into it::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks down at the proximity medical alarm going off on her console ::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::leaves one of her mean and head soff to change:: Sec1: and keep an eye on moore.. don't let him hurt himself too baddly.. ::leaves the area::

<ICO_K`Lork> COMM: CO:  Ahh, then I'll slow down, Federation.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *MO* Doctor, there is a medical emergency in engineering.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> COMM:  K'Lork:  Thank you.  Will you be docking today?

<ICO_K`Lork> ACTION: The Vork`ta slows to impulse speeds and awaits the Painiargh's departure.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *TO* Anything of relevance on that PADD?

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::gets the deep, serious burns in the process of healing, there is no longer any danger, he looks up:: *XO* What kind, do you have any details?

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::stands bolt upright::

<ICO_K`Lork> ACTION:  The Painiargh and the Vork'ta assume formation and start impulse speed towards Klingon space.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: With permission Im going to have half the fighters escourt ships to the station.

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::relaxes::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::returns to the security office and removes the make up.. getting her semi-normal uniform but leaving her hair blue and blond and reports to operations::

<ICO_K`Lork> COMM: Avalon: No, I will not.  :: closes the channel ::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> *MO* No Doctor, I do not.  But you should attend to it.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::looks at the CO and forgets their great difference in rank:: CO: Oh my...well then...

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *CIV*: no..

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::reports to the bridge aka main operations::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Yes Mr. T'Pal, granted

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::walks up to the CO and CTO:: CTO/CO: sir

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Thank you sir. ::starts issueing orders to gold 1::

<ICO_K`Lork> ACTION:  On the viewscreen, Avalon can see the two Bird of Prey's acceleration to warp speed and head out towards Klingon space.  The third Klingon ship has now left the sensor region heading also towards Klingon space.  All is quiet now.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TO: Is every thing ok?

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> CTO: I wasn't able to gather any useful information..

<MO_Ens_Lesan> *XO* Right, on my way :;calls for another MO to take over the treatment of the injured crewman, grabs a nearby medkit, opens it quickly to check that everything is there, closes it and then runs out of sickbay to the nearest TL, instructing it to go to sickbay faster than usual::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::watches as all the little blips disappear from his screen:: Self: oh...hmm...

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TO: Thank you for trying good work any way LT.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::nods to the CTO::

<ICO_K`Lork> ACTION:  The ensign in engineering has stopped breathing due to burns... one of the engineering staff has started to administer CPR.

<ICO_K`Lork> <EO_Flunkie> Computer: Emergency transport to sick-bay.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> CTO: shadow teams are partoling the docking bays.. 
[ICO_K`Lork SOUND]

<MO_Ens_Lesan> :;arrives at engineering and immediately runs to where the people are crowded around the fallen crewman::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks at the alarm from engineering ::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> TO: Keep up the work.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> :nods and leaves operations.. grins at the CO.. her hair still blue::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::moves towards the FCO station::  FCO:  The Klingons, they are all moving off now.  Interesting.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> CO: Sir, there appears to have been an explosion in engineering.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* I have nothing to report.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO:  Bad?

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> CO: I am trying to ascertain that now Captain.

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The crew member arrives in cardiac arrest in sick-bay, the nurses have started medical treatment.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*: thank you Commander, have all the Klingons left the station now?

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> CO: Indeed.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::returns to the security office to get fixed up and look normal::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Gold 1 is reporting Gravimetric disturbances small but there  still there.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::watches the wounded crewman dematerialize in front of him, curses in Trill (which no one around him understands, thankfully), and practically smacks his combadge:: *Bridge* Someone, anyone, medical emergency, beam me to sickbay now.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* If you are reffering to Topiak and his crew, it would appear so.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Intensive scans in that area, now.
[ACTDHebert SOUND]

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::gets back in proper uniform and removes the makeup and blue from her hair.. but can't get the blond out since she removed the protein in her hair to make it that way.. growls and just has to be blond till she has time to visit sickbay::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The MO appears in sick-bay.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: On it.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks at the console and initiates the sequence to beam the MO to sickbay ::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  Thank you Commander, file a report and you can resume your normal duties for now.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::relays orders and tries to cross link 3 fighters scanners to get a 3d scann of the area::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::goes to the klingons ship thats docked and has delta team meet her in the area::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *FCO*: how many othe rklingon ships do I have?

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::files a very concise report and includes the data from the TO's PADD::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks over the CTO's shoulder::

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::tosses his medical kit away, not caring where it goes right now, he has better tools here. The other MO's have gotten him on the ICU bed all ready and he slides the equiptment tray over the crewman, who is now medically dead, Tesal affixes the neural stimulators onto the crewman's forehead and sends a 20 milliamp charge through::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> *TO* You've got a Klingon Transport docked for hull and engine repairs.  The engineering team assigned to them is keeping watch for anything unusual.

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The crewman doesn't respond to the shock.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Sir do you see that sir a ripple from bearing  327 mark004?

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* Please define regular duties.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *FCO*: thanks.. have then check for tacions and protons rotating backwards

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::increases the charge to 40 milliamps, injecting 20 cc of cordrazine::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Yeah.  ::strokes chin::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: What do you make of them?

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The crewman doesn't respond to the treatment, he is still just lying there.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Not sure.  Anything in the computer database on this?

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Was just about to try that.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::works the console beside him, and tries to get the medical transporter to lock onto the fragments and get them out of his body, increases the charge to 100 milliamps, tries again::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *moore*:  Mr. Moore, they are having some trouble in engineering, can you lend a hand?

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The horible hum of the heart monitor indicating no response to treatment.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> *EO_Phicks`it* Lt, while you are repairing, see if you come across any tachyons or protons in a reverse rotation.  Thank you.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::stands around with her guards.. hand on phaser and chats about the current duty roster::

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> Cmputer: Compare the current reading to all known space anomally and report any simalarities.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::works furiously to save the patient, injects another 20 cc of cordrazine and increases the charge to 200 milliamps, finally getting the medical transporter to get the metalic fragments out of his body::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> CO: minor damage reports from engineering.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *Moore* I'm not that well versed in technical matters Sir.

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  Without a notice, ALL Systems on Avalon Station go blank, even everything in Sick-bay... A greek symbol of "OMEGA" appears.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO:  Thank you

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  All consoles, everything.  Nothing is reponding to anything the crew is doing.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> CO: Do you know whats happening sir?

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looking up at the symbol ::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *Moore*:  There might be some injuries, I know you have some experience in medical

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::looks at the airlock control pannels as the sudden lock.. and an Omega symbol is displayed.. just goes silent and waits in her spot with her guards::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at the XO with a white blank expression.  Turns abruptly and walks into the ready room::

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::swears in Cardassian:: Self: Cheap Federation technology... ::smacks side of console::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  The crewman still lies there, unmoving.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *ALL SEC*: hold positions.. I repeat hold positions ::that worked cause I have a seperate comm line outside the main computer::

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks after the Captain an follows him to his ready room ::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  Communications intra-station have silenced.

<LtCmdr_Moore> *CO* On my way Captain.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::in ready room, walks upto and sits down at his desk.::  Computer:  Computer...  Request security access, Alpha

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  All turbolifts have shut down... systems have complete stopped.

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: waits at the door for permission to enter ::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION: The nurses surrounding Dr. Lesan put their hands on his shoulder and shake their heads.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::goes to the klingon ship and holds them inside the airlock.. gets reports of downed systems all over the station::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::A red light beam emerges from a display panel.::  Computer:  Computer secure my door, and begin retina scan.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks into the light::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  The doors for Lt. Xerxes will not open.

<ACTDHebert> <Computer> CO:  Identity confirmed, MacLeod, Angus.  Captain.

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> *SEC*: I repeat hold position.. the security line is the only one still working.. so stay put!

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  The TO's commbadge beeps a dull deadly beep.

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::the last charge goes through just as all the consoles and systems go dark, he looks up:: Outlouf: No! Not now! ::he looks down at the patient and injects 10cc more cordrazine into the patient, in one last chance... but without the life support and stimulation along with it... Tesal knows it's a hopeless cause, the patient isn't going to make it::

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::finds the nearest Jeffries tube and starts climbing down to Main Engineering::

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::looks at the badge and takes it off::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> COMPUTER:  Computer, release access codes specific to Omega Directive, and display orders at this station

<TO_Lt_Xerxes> ::tosses it down the hall way just to be safe:: all: clear!

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  The station comes back alive, like nothing ever happened.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> ::runns damage scanns on the station::

<LtCmdr_Moore> ::arrives in Main Engineering::

<ACTDHebert> ACTION:  All the symbols of OMEGA dissapear and the Captain's console shows him new orders from Admiral Morgan.

<CTO_LtCmdr_T`Pal> XO: It seems the station is still in one pice.

<FCO_LtJG_Demakh> ::smacks his console on last time and it comes on...he thinks he did it:: Self: Aha!

<XO_Cmdr_Serok> :: looks around walks to the OPS console :: COMM: ALL: Report

<MO_Ens_Lesan> ::Tesal looks down at the patient, knowing he's there but not being able to see him... the lights come back and he finds himself looking at the crewman's face, the placid face of death, the heard monitor whines out it's steady tone but he doesn't bother to turn it off::

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