=/\= A Call to Duty =/\=
USS Luna NCC-65828
SD 10410.03

Staring:
Christopher Dickinson as CO Savar
Karriaunna Scotti as CSO Harmony Singh
Sherilynne Floyhar as OPS Kehari Qui
Kate McTiernan as FCO Marshal Sachs
Scott Smith as CIV Ewan MacPherson-Quest

SM Christopher Dickinson
SM Arlene McIntyre

Also Staring:
Arlene McIntyre as Captain Terupi
Arlene McIntyre as Tactical Officer Wessen
Sherilynne Floyhar as OPS Montoya
Sherilynne Floyhar as OPS Sanchez

Absent:
Richard Pickett as XO Rickal Jarek
Martijn Lemmen as CTO Alec Jarot

Episode 146: "The Darkness Within, Part 3": The Luna crew continues its investigation of the new universe they find themselves in.  Displacement through time or displacement through dimension are the two current theories - and the deciding factor may be the fate of the star known as Trill.  The star Trill is simply not there.  It was either destroyed or never existed in this reality, and the Luna is en route to hopefully find some answers.
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TO_Wessen says:
::At tac 1 monitoring long and short range sensors.::
FCO_Sachs says:
::Working at the helm::
CSO_Singh says:
::In the holosuite about to run the next test, using a deflector type dish engineering has set up for her.::
Host CO_Savar says:
::Sits in the center chair of the Luna, watching the crew work::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: At main OPS still wishing he were back in the transporter room.  Wonders to self ::   Self: Where's all the qualified people?!?
CSO_Singh says:
*CO*:  Sir, just to keep you updated, we are ready for the last part of this test.
TO_Wessen says:
::A flashing light appears on his console.  He takes a quick look.:: Self:  Ahhh Crap...  CO: Capt we got a problem.
TO_Wessen says:
CO:  We have a gravitational disturbance heading towards us.
Host CO_Savar says:
*CSO*: Understood, Commander.  Keep me informed.  ::Turns to the TO::  TO: Analysis?
CSO_Singh says:
SO:  Well Silver, lets hope we get the data we need this time.  Go ahead.
TO_Wessen says:
CO:  Uhmmmmm.... well... it's a disturbance?  Sorry Sir.  The computer is analyzing right now.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::Ewan sits in his quarters at a desk going over SFI Intel reports and other things knowing that they aren't where their sensors say they are::
SO_Silver says:
::With a nod, activates the program.::
FCO_Sachs says:
::stretches a bit as she feels a bit stiff::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Checks the console and smiles ::  Self: As long as all the lights are green..that is good.
Host CO_Savar says:
::Regards the TO::  TO: Is it a natural occurrence, or could it indicate something else?
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: you still here?
TO_Wessen says:
::Shakes his head.:: CO:  Not natural Sir... Moving too fast... I suggest we send in probe.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks over to the FCO ::  FCO: Oh...yeah...I am
Host CO_Savar says:
::Nods::  OPS: Mister Montoya, please prepare a probe.  FCO: Set course to intercept.
FCO_Sachs says:
::rolls her eyes:: OPS: thought you would be back in your hole by now
FCO_Sachs says:
CO: Intercept course sir? ::Gets ready to input some new coordinates::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Eyes go wide ::   CO: Aye sir!  :: Punches some buttons and whispers to the FCO ::   FCO: I wish I could!
TO_Wessen says:
::Continues to monitor.::  CO:  The Disturbance is now a half light year out
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Sees another light come on indicating the probe is ready ::   CO: Sir, the probe is ready
Host CO_Savar says:
OPS: Launch.
FCO_Sachs says:
::Sets the new course::
CSO_Singh says:
::As the data flashes across their screens she sighs in relief.::  SO:  We got it finally.  Great work.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks dubious and presses another button.  Smiles as he sees the probe's been launched ::   CO: Probe launched sir
SO_Silver says:
::Smiles::  CSO:  Don't forget, you owe me a bout.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
:Ewan looks into information on alternate reality::
CSO_Singh says:
::Looks at the woman before her and sighs enviously::  SO:  As soon as we get a break.  But I don't expect to loose.
TO_Wessen says:
OPS:  Can you have the data come into Tac 1 please?  ::Smiles t Montoya::  Oh, there is a poker game tonight, you up for it?

ACTION: The probe streaks from the top side launcher of the Luna, heading towards the disturbance.

SO_Silver says:
CSO:  Nor do I.  ::Prepares to run the experiment another time, just in case::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks and presses a few more buttons ::   TO: You should be getting its telemetry now...and no...I don't gamble
CSO_Singh says:
::With a smile, heads out the door with data in hand.::
TO_Wessen says:
OPS:  Then you are missing out on something.  ::Grins::  I won a case of Romulan ale the last game.
OPS_Montoya says:
TO: Not into synthahol either
TO_Wessen says:
::Snorts::  OPS:  Who is talking synthahol.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Laughs ::  TO: Not into the real stuff either
TO_Wessen says:
::Chuckles:: OPS:  Getting the telemetry.
CSO_Singh says:
::Steps into the turbolift.::  Computer, bridge.
FCO_Sachs says:
::Taps her fingers on the helm::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Watches the probes signal carefully not sure what else to do... ::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::Ewan then goes over an old Intel report that talks of Tyken's Rift, a rift in the space-time continuum that traps starships::
TO_Wessen says:
::Hand slams onto the console.:: OPS:  Lost it.  CO:  I've lost the probe... It....it just disappeared. ::Confused as to why.::  It's like something sucked it into a black hole.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: His eyes suddenly pop from his head and he rubs his eyes to make sure he is seeing this correctly ::   CO: Um...sir...the probe has disappeared.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Moves his fingers quickly over the console ::
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Wow, someone more dramatic then you.. ::motions to the TO::
CSO_Singh says:
::As the lift stops, she steps off and heads for her captain.::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks at the FCO then back to his console ::  CO: No telemetry...nothing
OPS_Montoya says:
FCO: Whatever....   ::Shrugs his shoulder::
Host CO_Savar says:
::Looks between the OPS and Tactical officers::  OPS/TO: Range to the loss of contact?
CSO_Singh says:
::Hands the PADD over.::  CO:  We have both the modulations needed for getting us home as well as the fact we were drawn through a subspace dimensional rift.  We are not in our time and place.
TO_Wessen says:
::Looks at Montoya.::
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Well someone's grumpy...
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks like a deer in headlights as he looks at his console ::   CO: Um...   :: Looks at the TO ::
TO_Wessen says:
OPS:  I'm getting 5 million KM.
Host CO_Savar says:
::Looks at the PADD the CSO is handing him::  CSO: We're not in our own universe?  How can that be...
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Nods in response to the TO's statement after looking at his console ::

ACTION: Two ships appears fore of the Luna.  They are small craft, approximately the size of a Peregrin fighter.  Weapons are on standby, and shields are charged.

CSO_Singh says:
CO:  Modulations of the disk opened a gateway for us and we ended up being pulled through.  We SHOULD be able to reverse the affect.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
:says to himself:: This rift could be the cause of what we are going through I've tried repeatedly to reach Star Fleet Intelligence but haven't gotten one response from. Nothing seems to be what it looks like. This could explain the disappearance of Qui and Franklin.
FCO_Sachs says:
Self: that can't be good
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Sits in the center chair.. monitoring the strange vessel in front of him::
CSO_Singh says:
CO:  However, I cannot answer to the whys of what was done.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks at the viewscreen ::  FCO: You see what I see?
Host CO_Savar says:
::Taps his commbadge::  *CIV*: Captain MacPherson-Quest to the Bridge.
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Nothing that looks very good...for us.
OPS_Montoya says:
FCO: Nope...   CO: Sir...we got company!
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
*CO*: On my way ::transfers the data to his PADD and closes out his comm terminal::
Host CO_Savar says:
TO: Readings on the craft?
CSO_Singh says:
::Stepping up and over to her station, gets a reading.::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Sits staring at the viewscreen ::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::His short stocky height (That of a Ferengi along with the ear ridges), blue tinge of skin, Vulcan type ears...a tuff of white hair at the top front of his head did nothing to take away the imposing figure it actually made.::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@R_OPS: Open a channel.
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@<R_OPS> R_CO: Channel opened Sir... ::Taps the console.::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Hears a beep ::  CO: Um...they're hailing us
Host CO_Savar says:
OPS: On screen...
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: This is Captain Terupi, how can we be of assistance.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Taps his console and see the viewscreen change ::
FCO_Sachs says:
::Slows things down::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::Ewan gets up from the desk, takes a look at the picture of his wife and daughter then smiles and heads to exit from the room::
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: Captain, I am Captain Savar of the United Federation of Planets starship USS Luna.  We have found ourselves in this place, displaced from our own universe, and are searching for several missing crewmembers.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::enters a turbo lift and minute down the corridor from his quarters:: TL: Bridge
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: Is that a fact Captain... How do I know you are telling the truth?  We of the resistance must be careful you know.  How do I know you are not part of Green Star?
FCO_Sachs says:
:: looks over her shoulder and waits for orders::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::the lift stops at the Bridge, Ewan steps off after the doors open up and he makes his to the center::
CSO_Singh says:
::Sends a message to the captains chair.::  CO: The vessel has 23 people aboard.  Their weapons are equivalent in power to ours, but they do not have as many.  The ship appears to be highly maneuverable, perhaps more so then ours do to the smaller size.  Also, I am not picking up any warp signature.
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: I know nothing of this 'Green Star' you speak of, Captain.
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Looks at the man before him thoughtfully.:: COM: Luna: What brings you here Captain?
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Hears the words green and tries not to turn that color ::
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: You ok? you look a little green around the gills
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: This ship was forced here against its will.  My science officer could provide more information on how that was accomplished.  Now I am looking for my missing crewmembers, and answers - motives.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::Ewan listens in on the conversation::
OPS_Montoya says:
FCO: Oh yeah... just a slight upset stomach whenever I hear the word green
CSO_Singh says:
::Continues sending::  CO:  I can't make out on either ship their species.  They appear to be some kind of genetic mix: Vulcan, Betazoid, and Vorta  The last being the dominate one.  I need some DNA for more information.
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: Missing Crew.. How many are missing and what species?
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Green?  What's wrong with the word green?  Does green offend you?  I like the color green personally...
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Hears footsteps coming down the hallway ::
OPS_Montoya says:
FCO: No... I just remember eating something green, then getting sick for like days.  So whenever I hear the word green...I'm reminded of that awful time
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: Five Terrans, one Vulcan, two Bolians, one Haliian, and three Trills.
FCO_Sachs says:
::Makes mental note to harass the OPS when ever she can about green::
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Doesn't have the strength to move ::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Raises an lobe that is just above the eye::  COM: Luna: Now I know you are lying...there have been no Trills here for eons.  ::Frowns::  Why don't we meet Captain?
OPS_Qui: says:
$: Hears the footsteps stop outside her door.  The clanking of metal then the blinding light flooding her cell ::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Green Star would not want to meet him...if he did the man could always be shot on sight.::
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Feels hard hands grasp her ankles and is dragged from her cell ::
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: Why do you propose such a meeting?
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: If you are who you say you are, maybe... just maybe... we can help each other out.
CSO_Singh says:
::Looks at Saver curiously::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Tries to probe this Savar's mind::
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Feels rough hands haul her to her feet and is unable to move them ::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks at the screen with still very large, unbelieving eyes ::
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: And what is it that you desire, Captain Terupi?
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: You're the stranger here Captain, you tell me?  We may be some help in getting your crew back or maybe not but we need to establish a starting ground of trust do we not?
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Sees Montoya and stares at him...begins to probe his mind.  Frowns as he sees that Montoya doesn't want to be there and doesn't like green.... sends a picture of lettuce to see if it's true.::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::Ewan thinks to himself a moment:: This could present me an opportunity to gather info on that ship by infiltrating it
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Don't look at him.... :: gives him a smack::
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Her eyes barely adjust as she is dragged into the lab.  She sees containers with people in them held in some type of liquid suspended animation...::
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: Very well.  My ship or yours.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Feels queasy ::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks at the FCO and rubs his arm ::   FCO: Ow!  That hurt!
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: I offer the hospitality of my ship. Please bring whatever crew you'd like.  Oh and you'll understand if I ask you not to bring weapons with you won't you?
FCO_Sachs says:
Self: Wow...he really does look green... OPS: You shouldn't look at him, you might make him mad
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Begins to shake her head no as the terror within rises.  Hears her symbiont starting to scream again. ::
Host CO_Savar says:
COM: Terupi: I can understand if you give the same courtesy
CSO_Singh says:
::Frowns, waiting to protest that last condition.::
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@::Nods:: COM: Luna: Agreed... ::Looks at his OPS Officer and gives permission to send the coordinates.::  You now have our coordinates.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Feels himself spinning ::  FCO: Okay...   :: Looks at the FCO ::
FCO_Sachs says:
Self: Please don't hurl on me...
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Feels herself placed on a cold table and her arms and legs are bound ::
Host CO_Savar says:
::Looks towards the Operations console to see if Montoya can confirm that, and sees his officer rather pale and sickly::  COM: Terupi: Understood.  We will beam over in ten minutes' time.
Host R_CO_Terupi says:
@COM: Luna: Understood Captain.  I will see you then.  Maybe we can share a repast also.  Terupi out.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Barely inputs the coordinates ::
CSO_Singh says:
::Sighs::  CO:  Sir... with no one else of higher command about, I would like to officially protest.
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: You going to live?
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Feeling flushed ::  FCO: Yea... I will.  Got to get my mind onto something else
FCO_Sachs says:
::Grins:: OPS: I guess no green salads for you...
Host CO_Savar says:
CSO: Your protest is noted.  But our new contact may be able to offer us answers that we require.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Looks at the FCO and grimaces ::   FCO: Better be nice...
CSO_Singh says:
CO:  So might going home.  If it doesn't, we could always come back.  Have you thought our missing crew has to do with the fact in this time and place their worlds don't exist so neither can they?
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Green beans and pees, guacamole...
OPS_Qui says:
$:: Hears the sound of various instruments.  Then feels pain and begins to scream ::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::thinks to himself again:: This meeting will present a perfect way onto the ship
Host CO_Savar says:
CSO: The Trill crewmembers may be explained in that way.  But the Terrans?  The Vulcan?
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Feels nauseous ::  FCO: Better be nice...
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Spinach, celery...boiled spinach...mmm mmm mmm
CSO_Singh says:
CO:  Given the sample before us... maybe they all... ::Using her hands::  blended together and do not exist either.
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
CO: Either way I'd like to go.
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Feels his stomach go out from under him and lurches at the FCO ::
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Puke....eww
TO_Wessen says:
::Grimaces as Montoya looses his lunch.::
CSO_Singh says:
::Looks to the flight console and raises an eyebrow.::  *Cleanup crew*:  You are needed on the bridge.
FCO_Sachs says:
:: tries not to breath::
OPS_Montoya says:
:: Weakly ::  CO: Permission to leave the bridge...sir?   :: Gives FCO the evil eye ::
Host CO_Savar says:
::Nods to the CSO::  CSO: It's possible... ::Looks at the other Captain between sick heaves::  CIV: Captain, I would like you to accompany me, as my bodyguard.
Host CO_Savar says:
OPS: Please do...
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: Back to your hole you go ::winks::
CSO_Singh says:
CO:  Well that is one good choice.  Might I come too... curiosity...
OPS_Montoya says:
CO: Thank you sir!   :: Gets up and runs to the turbolift, but not before sticking his tongue out at the FCO ::
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
::smiles:: CO: Very well
Host CO_Savar says:
CSO: If the three of us go, who will command the vessel?
FCO_Sachs says:
CO: Me!
TO_Wessen says:
::Straightens his uniform.::
OPS_Sanchez says:
:: Takes Montoya's seat...and holds his nose ::
FCO_Sachs says:
::Looks innocently at the new OPS::
OPS_Sanchez says:
:: Looks back at the FCO and in his deep bass voice::   FCO: I don't get sick easily...
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: I didn't say a word
OPS_Sanchez says:
FCO: You don't have too.  I saw how you treated poor Juan.
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: It's my first day, es me dia primero, c'est ma premier journee
OPS_Sanchez says:
FCO: Yeah...whatever.  I don't speak that stuff
FCO_Sachs says:
OPS: What stuff?
CSO_Singh says:
::Sighs:: CO: The ship's mice?  ::Nods in understanding that she needed to stay behind.::
Host CO_Savar says:
::Nods slowly::  CSO: The vessel is yours.  ::Motions the CIV towards the turbolift::
OPS_Sanchez says:
FCO: Yeah...that hable Spanish crap.  I was born in Oklahoma!  Where the wind blows wild and free!
CIV_Capt_MacPherson-Quest says:
CO: After you
CSO_Singh says:
::Looks at the chair with a grimace doubting it would ever fit her.  At the same time, there is a spark of pride that her captain trusted her enough to walk away for a little while.::
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