USS Delphyne 10011.06
Nicke:
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XB has left the conversation

CO_Grant:
::Trchief BObbles:::: operates controls seeing some shapes forming::

FCO_B`lee:
XO: Commander ... it's gone.  The Bradshaw is gone!!

XO_Lynam:
::On the bridge, waiting to hear from the TR chief::

CMO_Lea:
::Puts her "paintbrush" away:: CNS: All right, you're set.

CSO_KBeth:
::sitting staring at the science console willing the comm unit to beep::

MO_Matt:
::emerges from the newly constructed lab::

CNS_Jiosa:
CMO: Ok, how do they look?

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>:: has to readjust controls to get more shapes::

OPS_Hawkes:
<Dutyops Akers> ::Hitting buttons frantically at OPS shunting power to the Transporter systems.::

CIV_McLeod:
::opens the hatch and pulls himself out of the jeffries tubes

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>:: sees the 4 sec guys materializes without pants::

CMO_Lea:
::Looks at Liz mock-critically:: CNS: Hmm...  Actually, pretty well. ::Almost surprised::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks back at the Commander:: *TR*: Transporter Room ... do you have them?

XO_Lynam:
FCO: Plot a course and head for the debris field, 1/4 impulse.  Once there, begin a standard search pattern, thrusters only.

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>:*Bridge*: I have the sec detail but they are pantless, I am resetting controlls to get the others

FCO_B`lee:
::looks up at the Commander:: XO: Umm ... aye sir.

FCO_B`lee:
::turns back to his console and enters the commands::

CNS_Jiosa:
CMO: Maybe I'll keep em this way, provided they hold up for this mission of course

CIV_McLeod:
::heads to engineering::

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: secdetail: Get off the pads!

XO_Lynam:
FCO: ::Hearing the TR chief's report:: Never mind Lieutenant.

CSO_KBeth:
*TRChief*:I'm boosting your output through the deflector dish. That should give you a few more jewlawatts

CO_Grant:
<trchief>:: operates controls sees shimmering::

FCO_B`lee:
::brings the ship to full stop again:: XO: Okay ... aye sir.

CO_Grant:
<trchief.>:*cso*: not needed

MO_Matt:
::walks over to Doctor Lea, stands aside to observe until he's noticed::

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles:: CNS: Well, you'll have plenty of time to think about it.  Come back into sickbay when you're ready to have them removed though. Don't try to pull them off yourself.

CO_Grant:
<trchief.>:; sees grant, hawkes, and SO materialize with  out shirts::

SO_Tarrez:
::covers herself with her arms::

CO_Grant:
<trchiefBobbles>*bridge*: I have the captain, OPS , and Tarrez but they are missing some personal equipment

SO_Tarrez:
::But thankful to be alive::

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Lieutenant.  See if you can get any information out of the Bradshaw's data before it dissapears.

CNS_Jiosa:
CMO: Aye, aye sir.  Well I should be getting back to the bridge for.. well I dont know why but I better do something fast before they fire me.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Looks around at the transporter room. Sees Tarrez's trouble, and goes over to a locker, and hands her a utility suit.::

XO_Lynam:
*TRChief*: Understood.  Well done chief.

CO_Grant:
Trchief: A bargain to be sure

CMO_Lea:
CNS: Trust me, I understand.  Good luck.

MO_Matt:
::stands with hands behind his back until the CMO addresses him::

SO_Tarrez:
::accepts the shirt gratefully::

CIV_McLeod:
:;makes his way to engineering and checks on the status of the new relay::

CSO_KBeth:
::sits back with relief for a microsecond on hearing the TRChief's report::XO:Aye sir

CMO_Lea:
::Notices Doctor Laiiron and smiles::

MO_Matt:
::smiles back and hands her a padd::

SO_Tarrez:
::Turns her back to the crew and puts her shirt on::

CNS_Jiosa:
::exits sickbay and heads to TL, enters TL::

MO_Matt:
CMO: The lab is finally completely operational, and the database is completely finished and up-to-date.

CO_Grant:
SO, OPS: better get to your quarters to get back into uniform then join me on the bridge

FCO_B`lee:
XO: Commander, did you still want us to move into a position to examine the debris field?

SO_Tarrez:
CO: Aye sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Blinks widly trying to get the afterimage of those plasma explosions out of his eyes::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir. ::Stumble hald blind towards the door::

CO_Grant:
*XO*: I have to stop by my quarters to reclaim some dignity then I will go to the bridge

CMO_Lea:
::Takes the padd and scrolls through it:: MO: Wonderful...  Excellent work.

XO_Lynam:
FCO: Not a bad idea.  Proceed.  Try to keep us shielded from the planet, not that they haven't had quite a show already.

MO_Matt:
CMO: And it only took me...forever, practically.  ::smiles weakly::

SO_Tarrez:
::Heads for the door as fast as she can hoping to get out of there with what little dignity she had left::

CSO_KBeth:
::starts defragging the Bradshaw data and parses the bits and pieces that are readable into the database::

XO_Lynam:
*CO*: Understood sir.  We are moving into the debris field to investigate the explosion's cause.

FCO_B`lee:
::chuckles and nods:: XO: Aye sir, that they have ... we'll be exposed to them for some time, but I can keep it brief. ::starts to change the ships position::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Returns to his quarters, and pulls on a new uniform. Rubs some of the soot off his face,and combs his scorched hair::

CIV_McLeod:
::sighs with relief as the relay comes back online::

CO_Grant:
Secdetail: Go to your quarters and ahem reclaim your dignity as well

CO_Grant:
<secdetail>: aye sir

CO_Grant:
::takes Tl to his deck :;

CNS_Jiosa:
::exits the turbolift onto the bridge and quickly glances around::

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: Mr. Mcleod, are you available for a duty stint at Tactical?

CO_Grant:
::enters quarters and redresses notes the absence of his tricorder , lost in transport::

CMO_Lea:
::Smiling genuinely:: MO: It was a large endeavor.  I'm just glad it's finished and we can utilize it.

SO_Tarrez:
::Enters her quarter and changes clothes:: Self: I will never complain about these uniforms being uncomfortable again.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Exits quarters, and takes TL to bridge::

CIV_McLeod:
::looks up from engineering station:: *XO*: Yes, sir.  I'll be there momentarily

XO_Lynam:
<DutyOPS>:Ensign, please monitor communications from the planet.  See if you can find out anything about the Bradshaw, her crew or what they are actually seeing up here.

CMO_Lea:
::Takes on a slightly troubled look:: MO: There is something I'd like to speak with you about though..

MO_Matt:
CMO: Yes, we definitely can.

MO_Matt:
::looks concerned:: CMO: What is it?

SO_Tarrez:
::Takes a quick look in the mirror and makes sure she is presentable than heads out her quarters::

CSO_KBeth:
::wonders at the irony of it all. The data that comes through clearly is mundane day-to-day statistics.  Nothing to indecate the Bradshaw's fate::

CO_Grant:
::exits quarters , looking stern at passing crewman who had mouth agape::

CIV_McLeod:
::makes one last check on the relay, then heads towards a TL::

CO_Grant:
::Takes TL to bridge::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Exits TL, and heads to OPS:: Lt. Akers. Thanks, I'll take over now.

SO_Tarrez:
::Reaches TL:: Bridge!

FCO_B`lee:
::brings the ship smoothly to a halt outside the debris field of swirling hull fragments:: XO: We're in place, Commander....

CO_Grant:
::steps out onto the bridge::

CO_Grant:
::nods to his at members:;

OPS_Hawkes:
::Takes over the OPS Station, and records the AT equipment as missing in the ship's inventory.::

CO_Grant:
XO: I am glad to be back. That Bradshaw was one very spooky ship

CSO_KBeth:
::continues to scan the debris field for anything that would help answer some questions, especially why did the Bradshaw blow up?::

CO_Grant:
XO: All our equipment was lost in the emergency beam out so we can share only what we remember

SO_Tarrez:
::enters the bridge and resigns herself to the fact that with all of the empaths on the ship she doubted that it was a secret as to what had happen in the TR.::

XO_Lynam:
FCO: Very well.  Proceed on thrusters please, search pattern at your discretion.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Picks up the scans of the planet's comm system where Akers left off::

CMO_Lea:
::Pulls over a nearby chair and sits down:: MO: Back when the entity...  Maybe we should number them?  Anyway, when the entity had caused Lieutenant T'Kar to 'de-evolved'...

XO_Lynam:
CO: Looked like it from here.  We still have little or no information.

SO_Tarrez:
::Walks toward Science Station 2::

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off TL and  heads towards tactical:: XO: McLeod reporting, sir

CO_Grant:
XO: All the terminals, and stations were messed up data wise for the last few hours of operation

FCO_B`lee:
::glances over his sensors:: XO: It's not a very big area ... don't think we need a search pattern. ::glances at the CSO for confirmation:: ...Sciences should be able to scan it all from here.

MO_Matt:
::looks to her to continue::

XO_Lynam:
CIV: Take the tactical station Lieutenant.  Scan for any other ships in the area.  Also look for signs of cloaked vessels.

CO_Grant:
XO: That includes the Captain's log as well . everything scrambled up as if on purpose

CSO_KBeth:
FCO/XO:That's right. We should be able to scan the entire field with our long range sensors.

XO_Lynam:
FCO: Understood.

CO_Grant:
XO: I remember a cultural survey plan for the planet but the grid pattern as efficient as it can be did not include the origin

SO_Tarrez:
::Quickly sees that the CSO is scanning the debris field and helps out::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Well, curiouser and curiouser.

CMO_Lea:
MO: The impression I've gathered from reports and my brief time in sickbay, is that you implemented an experimental procedure upon a patient without first informing them of the procedure and securing their consent to perform it. I want to know from you if I have misunderstood this in some way?

CSO_KBeth:
::looks up at the SO and grins::SO:Have a good first AT?

CIV_McLeod:
XO: aye sir ::begins scans immediately::

SO_Tarrez:
::Looks up at the CSO and feels her face begin to redden:: CSO: Never a dull moment.

MO_Matt:
::swallows, and avoids her gaze:: CMO: No, you have it right.  It was experimental, but it did save her life.  I wouldn't say that it was dangerous; it's something that I've been developing in conjunction with Starfleet Medical for some time now.

MO_Matt:
CMO: Is there a problem? ::holds her gaze now::

CO_Grant:
XO: Last report of transport activity aboard the Bradshaw was to a little village of about 18000 persons in the northern hemisphere. Meeks and company wanted some bio-sample containers. His team at least had him, a geologist, a biologist ,and at least one sec guy. Species not specified

XO_Lynam:
CO: Mr. hawkes is scanning the planet's telecommunications signals.  We'll see if we can gleen anything useful from them.

CMO_Lea:
::Nods slowly to his answer::

CO_Grant:
XO: very good. I hope my  information will at least help to narrow the search

CSO_KBeth:
::leans over and whispers::SO: Don't worry about it.  Most people are still gasping at the mental image of the sec team without their pants...

OPS_Hawkes:
XO: They do have comminications, but so far I haven't heard anything that would seem to refer to the Bradshaw's crew, her AT or even the explosion.

XO_Lynam:
SO: Ensign, please recover Mr. meek's file from the archives.  See if there is a bio signature on file that we can use to scan for him.

SO_Tarrez:
::Giggles but starts to loosen up::

SO_Tarrez:
XO: Aye sir.

XO_Lynam:
OPS: Localize your search to the village the Captain mentioned, or at least all villages matching that discription.

SO_Tarrez:
::calls up the file::

CO_Grant:
::somewhere in ship , 4 sec guys walk as solemnly as possible towards their quarters without pants::

CMO_Lea:
::Takes a moment to think and try to sort it all out:: MO: Although experimental procedures are often the mainstay of treatment out here, ::Looks around slightly, indicating space, then looks back to him:: They shouldn't be performed without the patient's consent.

OPS_Hawkes:
XO: Aye sir. ::Focuses search::

CSO_KBeth:
CO/XO: That only accounts for , maybe at the most, 6 - 10 of the Bradshaw crew.  There is not enough bio-matter in the debris field to account for any of the others.

CO_Grant:
OPS: be alert for any signals that might indicate another ship was around here somewhere

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at the Navigational Sensors:: XO: I'm still detecting a ion signature out there... CSO: Are you getting this?

SO_Tarrez:
::Finds the bio and patches the information into the scanners:: XO: Got the bio sir.

MO_Matt:
CMO: She wasn't actually in the position to give any kind of reasoned consent.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Also sets up a key-word search to scan and flag all communications on the planet involving things like aliens, ofworlders, barbarians...etc. The usual xeno stuff::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir

Nicke:
ACTION: sensor do not find anything in the debris field..in fact.. ther eis no debris field

CO_Grant:
CSO: That would be  consistent with the empty ship we saw

CSO_KBeth:
FCO:Yes, searching the database for a signature match.

Nicke:
ACTION: Sensors pick up a ship

CIV_McLeod:
::gets the readings:: XO: Sir, there is a ship out there

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Intercept course, Captain?

CO_Grant:
CIV: can you identify that ship? Its type?

Nicke:
ACTION: the ship is............The Bradshaw......

CIV_McLeod:
CO: Hmm..it appears to be... the Bradshaw, sir.

CMO_Lea:
MO: Maybe. But she still has to understand.The patient... Lieutenant T'Kar's, life isn't the only important thing.  We have to earn and keep their trust, or we won't have the opportunity to save their lives.  T'Kar was suffering from something she didn't understand and only knew that you were doing something she didn't understand.

CO_Grant:
FCO: hold on for a moment

OPS_Hawkes:
::Sets up a secure channel, in anticipation of hailing the Bradshaw::

XO_Lynam:
CIV: Verify.  Could it be another Miranda?

CO_Grant:
FCO: hold us steady for now.

CMO_Lea:
MO: One has to remember the patient's point-of-view.  That has to be frightening, disconcerting, to even a StarFleet officer.

FCO_B`lee:
::sits back and mutters something about hurrying up and waiting::

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Aye sir ... still ... holding ...

CSO_KBeth:
CO/XO: Aye. The warp signature is the Bradshaw.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Hailing frequencies ready should you wish to hail her sir.

MO_Matt:
::doesn't respond::

CO_Grant:
CSO,CIV: scan that ship for lifesigns , warp,impulse anything

CIV_McLeod:
XO: No, sir.  This ship definitely is the Bradshaw.  The scans are conclusive

XO_Lynam:
::Feels those creepy things on the back of his neck::

CO_Grant:
OPS: GO ahead hail the ship

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

SO_Tarrez:
::helps scan the ship::

Nicke:
COMM: Delphyne: this is the Bradshaw. Nice to see you

OPS_Hawkes:
COMM: Bradshaw ::Secure channel:: Bradshaw, this in the U.S.S. Delphyne. Please respond. Over...

CO_Grant:
::thinks there might be  temporal problemhere::

SO_Tarrez:
::Perhaps the other ship was a decoy::

Nicke:
COMM: Delphyne: we have been waiting for some assistance! 

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CSO_KBeth:
::verifies that the UIC code is the same and starts an intensive scan of the Bradshaw muttering softly about 'here a ship, there a ship, everywhere a ship, ship'

FCO_B`lee:
::begins running a navigational sensor diagnostic to confirm that they really did pick up that "other" Bradshaw::

CMO_Lea:
::Looks down at the Medlab info padd for a moment, collecting her thoughts::

FCO_B`lee:
::verifies that the UPC code is the same and starts scanning the Bradshaw::

OPS_Hawkes:
COMM:Bradshaw: Well then you're in luck, we are here to assist you. Please transmit all pertinent information regarding the AT and the Lisseppians.

CO_Grant:
COMM:Bradshaw: I am CO grant and just a few moments ago I was standing onyour bridge and it was empty then your ship blew up

XO_Lynam:
FCO: Mr. B'lee, you may want to get that override code ready again.  Things are getting...strange.

Nicke:
COMM:Delphyne: Captain??? I assure you ..you weren’t here.

SO_Tarrez:
::thinks strange is an understatement::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Is that all?

FCO_B`lee:
::nods and turns to a different panel:: XO: I'm on it, Commander...

CO_Grant:
COMM:Bradshaw: YOur ship was empty no crew. all the data scrambled

CIV_McLeod:
::continues scans::

CMO_Lea:
::Looks up:: MO: No.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Perhaps we should compare chronometer settings with them?

CO_Grant:
COMM: Bradshaw: Send your clock signal to us to check for time displacement

MO_Matt:
::nods to himself, looks around, and moves back to plop down on a biobed::

CO_Grant:
OPS: do it

Nicke:
COMM: Delphne: ::seemingly puzzled: im not sure what you are referring to Captain

XO_Lynam:
*CNS*: Lieutenant, please come to the bridge.

Nicke:
COMM: DElphyne: ok..::Orders clock signal sent::

CSO_KBeth:
CO/XO: As far as the scans show, there is not a thing wrong with this ship.  It's the Bradshaw with her crew on board.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

CMO_Lea:
MO: I'm not saying don't treat people. Just take the moment to make the patient feel secure.

CO_Grant:
COMM:Bradshaw:Send us your chronometer readings to compare with ours

MO_Matt:
::nods::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Receiving Bradshaw chron now.

CO_Grant:
CSO: Acknowledged

CMO_Lea:
MO: _That_ _  _is all.  ::Stands up and turns to her office::

Nicke:
jCOMM: Grant: already done captain.. do you mind filling me in on what is going on?

OPS_Hawkes:
::Compares Chron settings::

XO_Lynam:
CNS: Counselor, do you sense anything out of the ordinary from that ship?

CSO_KBeth:
::wonders if this is where the true meaning of deja-vu came from::

MO_Matt:
::leavs sickbay::

FCO_B`lee:
::mute the channel and spins around in his chair:: CO: Captain, this could be a trap ... they could be trying to figure out what we are going to do. Don't give them any data!

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Are we for sure that the first ship was the Bradshaw?

CO_Grant:
COMM:Bradshaw: We arrived in the system, saw your ship but received no response to our hails. We beamed a team over to investigate but the ship was a ghost ship

Nicke:
ACTION: the counselor senses nothing but a bit of concern

CNS_Jiosa:
::quiets her mind for a second, a hard task considering her locale and scans the other ship telepathically::

FCO_B`lee:
::smacks forehead as the CO gives away the information anyway::

Nicke:
COMM: Grant: well we're here..have been.. 

FCO_B`lee:
::turns back around to his console and mutters "you're just a pilot, silly"::

CIV_McLeod:
::keeps a continuous scan on the defensive armament on the other ship::

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Hmmm, the override codes worked and they are set for each individual ship.

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Lieutenant, scan the area for signs of temporal displacement or unusually high tachyon readings.

CO_Grant:
FCO: I appreciate your concerns

CSO_KBeth:
XO:Already on it.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: The chronometer settings are in sync with ours sir.

MO_Matt:
::realizes he has nowhere to go and enters sickbay again, heading to his desk::

CNS_Jiosa:
::quietly, with eyes closed XO: I sense some concern from there crew.  Nothing unusual.  ::opens eyes::  There is nothing that i can give to say that they are something other than they appear

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Yeah ... well ... when we're abandoning ship, just don't ask me to pilot your escape pod.

CO_Grant:
OPs: That is interesting.

CMO_Lea:
::Sits down in her chair in the office for about two seconds, then stands up, realizing moping isn't to be done when work could be instead. Walks out of her office::

CO_Grant:
FCO: I would not be in an escape pod

MO_Matt:
::looks over some padds collecting dusk at his desk::

XO_Lynam:
CNS: Understood.  Stay on top of it though.  You may be the first warning we have that something is about to happen.

CNS_Jiosa:
XO: Aye sir

CO_Grant:
COMM: Bradshaw: Can you send us what was the last known location of your At under Dr.Meeks?

OPS_Hawkes:
::Compares both Chron settings with the local beacon::

Nicke:
COMM: Grant: information sent. WE have a team prepared to join you on the planet if you wish

CO_Grant:
XO: assuming we get any useful data from them , assemble your team

OPS_Hawkes:
::As the data comes in, sends it to the Sci and MEd departments::

XO_Lynam:
CO: So Dr. Meeks is still missing then?  Where was the Bradshaw during the away mission?

CSO_KBeth:
XO:there are no anomalies out there.  No temporal, spatial or otherwise.  Everything is text book perfect.

SO_Tarrez:
::recieves the data from the Bradshaw::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Sir, I would be interested in knowing why they didn't respond to our earlier hails?

CO_Grant:
COMM:Bradshaw: That is kind of you but if you send us the old co-ordinates and the new teams co-ordinates our Awayteam can contact new team upon arrival

CO_Grant:
OPS: I don't know

XO_Lynam:
CO: I don't like this Captain.  Too many unexplaineds.

FCO_B`lee:
::wonders if the Lisseppians have holodeck technology::

FCO_B`lee:
::stands from his console and walks over towards the Science Officers Console::

Nicke:
COMM: Grant: done. ::orders team to prepare to beam down and meet he AT of the Del::

CSO_KBeth:
::mutters to herself::self:too many Bradshaws...

CO_Grant:
XO: You go to one place then rendezvous with their people if you think you can trust them instead of beaming directly to them

XO_Lynam:
CNS, CSO: Lieutenants you are with me.  Report to life sciences to pick up native clothing then to Transporter room 1.

SO_Tarrez:
::looks at the CSO and smiles:: CSO: Your turn.

FCO_B`lee:
::stands next to the SO:: SO: Ensign ... how sure are we that you're Away Team actually went to the Bradshaw?

XO_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
XO: good luck

FCO_B`lee:
SO: ...I mean, could your transporter beam have been diverted to a different location?

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Great...thanx.  I'll try not to blow up the planet.  ::grins and leaves waving her tri-corder in the air::

CNS_Jiosa:
XO: Yes sir. ::heads to TL and awaits the CSO::

SO_Tarrez:
FCO: At this point I am not sure of anything.

XO_Lynam:
*CMO*: Dr, have the away team security squad meet us in TR 1.  Prepare subdermal transponders for a party of 6 and join us there.

XO_Lynam:
::Goes to the TL::

SO_Tarrez:
::smiles at the CSO and returns to her scans::

CSO_KBeth:
::walks to the TL::CNS:think I'll put on two shirts in case we have to emergency beam up.

FCO_B`lee:
SO: Is there some way we could check the transporter logs for any indications that the beam was diverted ... perhaps elsewhere? To the surface? Or maybe one of the Bradshaw's holodecks?

CIV_McLeod:
::scans the area of other ships::

FCO_B`lee:
::leans against the Science Console conferring with the SO::

CMO_Lea:
::Sets the padd down:: *XO*: On my way.   ::Glances at Doctor Laiiron then picks up the armful of medical awayteam equipment::

CNS_Jiosa:
::keys in destination:: CSO: A wise course of action

OPS_Hawkes:
::Sends a message to the TR to ready equipment for an AT to the surface::

MO_Matt:
::meets her gaze::

XO_Lynam:
::Rides the lift to life sciences::

MO_Matt:
CMO: I'm sorry, Julian.  I won't do it again.

MO_Matt:
CMO: I guess I'm more of a scientist than a doctor.

SO_Tarrez:
FCO: Perhaps...Why don't you ask the Transporter chief.

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles slightly:: MO: Thanks. That's all I could hope for.

CNS_Jiosa:
::exits tl and heads to life sciences, asks officer on duty to point out their costumes::

FCO_B`lee:
::glances up at the CO:: CO: Captain, it might be wise to delay the second away team's beam down until we are certain that the first Away Team's transporter beam really went where we think it did.

MO_Matt:
::nods and looks back to his padds::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Be careful.

FCO_B`lee:
::glares down at the SO as his head snaps around causing his earring to jingle:: SO: Because I am asking you!

CMO_Lea:
MO: Either way, great ones.    ::Ducks out of sickbay with her arms full and strides down the hall::

Nicke:
ACTION:the AT with its gear is assembled in the TR

MO_Matt:
::stares at the empty space where she last stood::

CO_Grant:
FCO: your concern is noted. but Mr.Bobbles seems very capable and the probe/relay should give us the advantage

MO_Matt:
Self: Always a friend...never a lover.

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the transporter room and pulls out the doses:: XO: Ready?  Transponders and Praxly at your call.

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Aye sir ... YeeHaw it is.

XO_Lynam:
::Arrives in TR1 and notes the asembled, disguised gear.::

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>::Rubs hishands with glee::

XO_Lynam:
CMO: Fire when ready doctor.

SO_Tarrez:
::Signs:: Transport Chief: Would you check your records to see if the first AT actually made it to the Bradshaw...and then report your findings to the FCO.

CMO_Lea:
::Removes two hyposprays and administers first one, then the other, to Commander Lynam, then walks over to Lieutenant Jiosa::

CO_Grant:
<trchief>:*So*: roger that

CIV_McLeod:
::keeps scanning for other potential problems::

MO_Matt:
::types away at his much-anticipated and needed reports on the lab, funding, and procedure::

CSO_KBeth:
::arrives at the TR and stands behind the transporter console to change:: XO: You would think that the Lissepians had better colors than mud brown.

SO_Tarrez:
::Smiles at the FCO:: FCO: Anything else?

CNS_Jiosa:
::prepares for hypospray, sighing::

XO_Lynam:
::Steps up on the pad, a disguised Transport enhancer in his hand.::

FCO_B`lee:
::figures he's going to get nowhere with the SO and steps down to the Command Deck:: CO: Captain, I think I should make you aware of another possibility ... we don't really know the level of Lisseppian development. What if they were able to divert your transporter beam to a different location ... somewhere on the planets surface or a holodeck?

CO_Grant:
<trchief>XO: I have the co-ordinates of bradshaw search team and last location of Dr.Meeks, Want me to beam you into in between the two. They differ by about 400 meters

SO_Tarrez:
::smiles even larger and turns back to her console::

CMO_Lea:
::"Treats" Liz with the transponder and inoculation then walks to K'Beth::

CSO_KBeth:
::grabs the sapper satchel and walks over to the CMO::CMO: I don't think I will EVER get to like getting shots!

XO_Lynam:
TRCHIEF: Put us down near the last position of Dr. Meeks, we'll walk to the Bradshaw team.

CO_Grant:
<trchief>XO: I will put you down in some woods about 50 meters near the last position of Meeks then sir

CNS_Jiosa:
CSO: Perhaps if she handed out lollipops you would.

Nicke:
ACTION: the Bradshaw team arrives planetside and awaits the Delphyne team

OPS_Hawkes:
::continues checking the Planet's comms::

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles and administers the painless hypospray "shots":: T'Kar: Then be thankful you didn't live on Earth about four centuries ago.  They had some needles...  ::Sets the hypo down and demonstrates a span of about four inches with her hands:: _this_  long.

XO_Lynam:
TRchief: very well, just not up in the trees right? ::Smiles::

CO_Grant:
SO: Continue to scan the planet for evidence of advanced technology just in case Ferengi traders left something advanced behind

CIV_McLeod:
::scans the surface as best as he can::

CMO_Lea:
::Quickly treats herself and the two security officers:: XO: Finished.  ::Shoulders the 'natural'-looking bag of med-equipment::

CNS_Jiosa:
::sees Lea smile as she talks about the "good ole days" and gives a mock shudder::

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>: XO: no problem

FCO_B`lee:
::waits, standing there looking like an idiot:: CO: Captain?

CO_Grant:
<trchiefbobbles>: ::ready to engage

CSO_KBeth:
::eyes widening at the CMO's description:: CMO:I think I prefer the hyposprays.  But where is my lollipop?

SO_Tarrez:
::reengages her search for Dr. Meeks using his Bio sign. and begins to scan for advance technology:: CO: Aye Sir.

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles someone questioningly:: T'Kar: Sure, if that's what you'd like.

CMO_Lea:
CSO: I'll have some in sickbay as soon as I get back.

MO_Matt:
::leans back in his chair and closes his eyes::

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: ::engages sending the away team to planet:

Nicke:
ACTION: scans show advanced technology... 

CSO_KBeth:
::grins::CMO: Good...and then you can tell me what they are....

SO_Tarrez:
CO: There is evidence of advance technology.

OPS_Hawkes:
::locks the AT's signals in::

Nicke:
ACTION: but not at first glance.. the planet looks peaceful and "untouched" country

FCO_B`lee:
::coughs lightly to get his attention:: CO: Captain?

CO_Grant:
SO: what advanced technology?

SO_Tarrez:
CO: Checking.

XO_Lynam:
::Arrives on the planet, looks around for signs of habitation::

CO_Grant:
FCO: I want to keep this moon between us and this advanced techonology

CNS_Jiosa:
@::materializes on the planet::

SO_Tarrez:
CO: Looks like 21-22 century.

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at the Captain as if he just grew a third eye:: CO: Aye sir ... it is ... and it shall remain that way. Now sir, do you plan on responding to my supposition?

Nicke:
ACTION: the AT materializes on the planet and moves toward the Bradshaw team

CO_Grant:
SO: Interesting

CMO_Lea:
@::Blinks a few times, trying to adjust to suddenly being thrust into a completely different environment. Then takes a look around::

CO_Grant:
FCO: You think somebody fooled us with a holodeck

FCO_B`lee:
::sets his hands on his hips in frustration:: CO: I think it's one possibility that we should be exploring!

XO_Lynam:
@CSO/CNS: Alright, Dr. Meeks' last position was that way about 50 meters.  Let's head over there. See if you can find any traces

CSO_KBeth:
@::looks around and spots the Bradshaw AT standing somewhat bunched together about 450 feet away::

OPS_Hawkes:
::brings ups the Del's visual logs of the Bradshaw explosion, and begins a frame by frame ananlysis::

CO_Grant:
FCO: somekind of simulation and that all the missing clothing is aboard an alien ship or planet side installation. And the aliens are just toying with us

CMO_Lea:
@::Removes a tricorder from her bag and begins scanning the area before them, stepping over some light brush in the direction Lynam indicated::

SO_Tarrez:
CO: I think that I might be picking up Dr. Meek's bio readings on the outskirts of the city, but I can be for sure.

FCO_B`lee:
::moves his hands to stand at firm attention and levels his gaze directly at the Captain:: CO: Captain Grant, as I explained, I feel that this is one possibility that demands a certain amount of attention.

CNS_Jiosa:
@::gets out tricorder and heads in direction indicated::

XO_Lynam:
@::Moves out ith the team en route past Meek's last position toward the Bradshaw's team::

XO_Lynam:
@*CO*: Away team has arrived.  We are moving toward the Bradshaw's team.

CIV_McLeod:
::hmms to himself as he continues his scans::

CO_Grant:
FCO: In case that is true, plot a course to the planet to make a quick flyby to beam everybody federation to the ship with out giving any aliens a chance to attack us

CSO_KBeth:
@::follows the XO towards the city::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Send scrambled response to XO , let him know we got his message

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at him strangely:: CO: I fail to see what that would accomplish, Captain...

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: AYe sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
COMM:XO: Message received. Good luck!

CMO_Lea:
@XO: I gathered there is some mystery regarding the Bradshaw and her crew?

SO_Tarrez:
::Looks over to the CO and to see if he heard her::

Nicke:
@ACTION: the Bradshaw team pick up the Delphyne s team signatures and head toward them

CSO_KBeth:
@XO:the Bradshaw team is heading towards us.

CO_Grant:
SO: that is interesting, relay that info to the AT through secure commlink that OPS has running

XO_Lynam:
@CMO: yes.  I sometimes forget you guys down in medical don't get all the info.  We are still searching for Dr. Meeks and his team.  The Bradshaw apparently exploded a short time ago, but then reappeared near us.  They have no memory of the incident.  We are meeting a team from the Bradshaw here.

SO_Tarrez:
COMM: XO: Sensors show that Dr. Meeks may be located on the outskirts of the city.

XO_Lynam:
@CSO: Understood.  Any sign of Dr. meeks or his team?

Nicke:
@ACTION: on the far side of where the ATs are merging.in a hidden cavern, a signal is picked up as a man (who looks alot like the missing dr. meeks) turns to report 'intruders".........

Nicke:
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