U.S.S. Pendragon NCC 74125
Stardate 10809.06

Mission #416
“Looking Ahead Pt 3”
Starring:
Chris as Vn’dor Marce
 Cory as UFP President Yates
Keith as Admiral_Damien
Jane as Maestro Luchena

Guest Starring:
Jan as aCTO Tribble

Directed by:
Coot

Host Coot says:
Last time on the U.S.S. Pendragon . . .

Host Coot says:
Thirty-three years into the future, the Pendragon has penetrated deeper into Borg space than any previous vessel before her. The littered remains of what was once the most feared race in the galaxy have been reduced to an orbital graveyard.

Host Coot says:
The Borg home world has been cleaved in half by greed, warfare and hatred. The lifeless bodies of her drones float in the debris-ridden space around the planet. Somewhere amongst the remains is the lie that brought the Federation to this point.

Host Coot says:
< < < < Begin Mission: Looking Ahead, Pt. III > > > > 

ACTION: The Pendragon and several escort vessels are approaching the area. There are no signs of life within 500,000 km.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::at the back of the bridge wondering how he somehow was dragged along with this::

UFP_President_Yates says:
::President Yates examines herself in the mirror one final time before exiting the VIP Quarters issued to her. She nods to her Security Escorts as she makes her way down the corridor towards the Turbo Lift::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::thinking about his freighter he left docked at the Starbase::

Host ADM_Damien says:
::On the bridge of the Pendragon::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::Ashley enters the Turbo Lift and orders it to the Bridge of the Vn'dor Class USS Pendragon:: Servek: It seems the Federation has won.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::in the lounge playing piano and ruing the day he agreed to catch a lift on the Pendragon::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CoS Servek> ::She inclines her head in the affirmative:: Yates: Admiral Damien's plan worked exceptionally well.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::The Turbo Lift reaches the Bridge of the donut shaped Pendragon. Ashley smiles briefly at Servek as she steps onto the Bridge::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Scans are coming in that hundreds of thousands of Borg are free floating, but there has been little success in locating the one they were sent to recover.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She makes her way to the front of the Bridge:: Damien: Good day, Jose. ::She nods to the Commanding Officer of the vessel::

Host ADM_Damien says:
::nods:: UFP: Mr. President. You know, this wasn't exactly how I envisioned it would turn out

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::departs the bridge and decides to take in the lounge::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Shields flare up every so often as the deflector dish misses some of the bodies.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::envisions his home as he plays::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::brushes at his clothes thinking they could use a bit of a cleaning... perhaps he'll replicate new ones...   freighter upkeep is so dirty::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She cannot help but smile:: Damien: One doesn't choose her path, but, instead, the path is chosen for the one. Believe me, I would have never envisioned myself where I am today. ::She pauses:: I recall a time in my life where I was willing to give it all up.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::arrives in the lounge and notes music that reminds him of when he was a young boy::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: And yet, here we both are. ::She looks toward the view screen:: Damien: What is the status of the Borg? Have we been able to determine their demise?

Host ADM_Damien says:
::rubs his chin and muses:: UFP: Yes. It's been a long strange trip, hasn't it?

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::getting a bit thirsty, begins bringing the music to a climax::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::grabs a drink from the bartender and moves over to the piano::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: LRS are detecting four Freeing scavenger vessels. It appears that news has reached the vultures.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::stands off to the side of the piano listening as he drinks::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::brings the piece to a gentle conclusion::

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: The majority of the Borg are dead, with only a few liberated, as I would have liked. There may be a few stragglers out there, but if they are alive, they should no longer be a part of the hive mind

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::holding his drink in his left hand he claps by slapping his right hand on his thigh::  Luchena:  Bravo!

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She nods:: Damien: In more ways than one Admiral. ::She continues to watch the view screen as she listens to his report:: Damien: Then they will require the assistance of the Federation when discovered. The transition from the hive back to individuality can be excruciating.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::turns on the bench and looks over at the young man.  Thinks he looks vaguely familiar::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Bridge crew go about the various reports and orders are sent warning the Ferengi to back off.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::smiling:: Luchena: I haven't heard music like that in more than twenty years!

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: In some of the early trials, they died in the process.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::rubs at his less pronounced nose ridges::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::looks the young man over carefully::  Vn'dor:  I'm happy you appreciate it.  And you are...?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: Yes, it is quite disheartening. ::Her eyes flicker back and forth for a few seconds:: Damien: Have we been able to find our specimen?

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::outstretches his hand still smiling::  Luchena: Marce...  Vn'dor Marce.  Who was the composer of that music?

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: Not yet. There is a huge area to search

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: And how many vessels do we currently have in the search? ::She knows that time is, as always, of the essence::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::thinks it isn't a common name among Bajorans::  Vn'dor:  Any relation to Vn'dor Phail?

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Ferengi ignore the comm and penetrate deeper into the debris. Their smaller vessels either plow through or destroy the bodies in their way.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::looks off to the side for a moment...  feeling as though he was always a disappointment to his father.  Solemnly::  Luchena: He was my father.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> ::She turns her attention to the Admiral and President:: Damien/Yates: Please pardon the interruption. We have several Ferengi vessels salvaging through the debris, and, are failing to stand down after various warnings.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::smiles and approaches the lad, holding out his hand::  Vn'dor:  I'm happy to meet you.  Your father was an admirable man.

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: There are a dozen ships searching

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She inclines her head and turns her gaze to the Captain:: Damien: Perhaps you should remind the Ferengi of our agreement Admiral.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::grabs the hand and shakes it firmly...  hoping he didn't get any grease on the man in hindsight::  Luchena:  Was he?  He spent his life in a self appointed noble cause...   Where did it get him?

Host ADM_Damien says:
::angry:: CO: Take care of the Ferengi captain. Fire at them if you have to, but remind them of our agreement.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Ferengi appear to have pinpointed what they were searching for and begin moving towards it quickly.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  It gave him immortality.  What he gave me, and my family is only a sliver of his influence on the universe.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> Damien: We have continued to do so Admiral. ::She turns to her Operations Manager:: Damien/Yates: It seems they have discovered something of interest. ::She motions for science to find out what it is::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::breathes out through his nose hearing Mikal::  Luchena: Tell me...  What did he do for you and your family?  What can any single person do to have that kind of influence on a single life form or a billion?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: Perhaps you should speak with them via comm Admiral. If need be, I can interject. However, I would like my presence unknown unless absolutely necessary.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  Both my sister and I served him.  He was like a father to us both.  I did not truly know what it was to be a man until I served him.  Everything I do and everyone I touch receives some of his influence.  I touch a lot of people young Marce.  I touched you when you listened to my composition.

Host ADM_Damien says:
OPS: Open a channel to the Ferengi, put it on screen

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::runs a single hand through the blonde hair he acquired from his mother:: Luchena: Perhaps.   But what can your composition do to change my life...  for better or worse?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<OPS Lt. Henderson> ::He inclines his head:: Damien: Channel open sir.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Science reports there is a Ferengi signal transmitting from deep within the debris field. In was not detected or active until the Ferengi vessels moved deeper into the field.

Host ADM_Damien says:
COM: Ferengi ship. This is Admiral Damien. Stop your pursuit right now. We have an agreement.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  It can give you a moment beyond all the cares of daily life.  It can show you something beyond yourself.  ::looks at him curiously::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> FCO: Move in on their position. ::She looks toward her Chief Tactical Officer:: CTO: Be prepared to disable the vessels with one single shot, Mr. Fawcet.

Host Coot says:
<Tar'gt> COMM: Pen: Damien: Curse you Federation scum. We found him, it is our property.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::unsure how to respond...  having actually experienced and understood what the elder composer has said.  Doesn't want to admit it::

Host ADM_Damien says:
::makes a motion to OPS to cut the comm:: CO: Fire at will. Disable them.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::smiles::  Your father was a good man, Marce, one of the best I ever met.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
Luchena: When I wake up from that "dream" I am again disappointed with who I am and what I am doing

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Ferengi vessels break up into a slightly more defensible position, but clearly intent on reaching their point.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::drinks again having heard the musician knowing he's right::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> CTO: Activate our quard-cobolt cannon and fire. If they attempt to return fire, show them more force. OPS: Contact our other fleet members and have them assist.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::still smiling::  Vn'dor:  But you are young Marce.  You must be disappointed to the point of discomfort, and then you will become more truly yourself.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She cannot help but shake her head as she moves to the Science station:: CSO: What exactly are they researching Commander?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CTO Lt. Fawcet> ::He does as ordered and fires::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Ferengi vessels attempt to avoid the oncoming fire, but greed got in the way of common sense.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::raises an eyebrow::  Luchena: You remind me of my father for some reason when you said that....  I always felt he did what he did to try and repay some great debt

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::looks up::  Luchena: Did we just fire at something?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> *All Hands*: This is Captain T'Cal. Red Alert has been activated. Please report to duty stations. All civilian personnel are to remain in a secure location.

Host Coot says:
<CSO_Bolt> Yates: Unsure, Madame President. Whatever it is, it is still transmitting.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  You wish to find out what is going on outside the ship?

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::looking to the ceiling listening to the Captain's words::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
CSO: I need to know what it is they are examining. Can you ready one of our Type 17 probes and send it to that specific location?

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
Luchena: I don't know....   would that be safe?  Wouldn't we be in someone's way?

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  If you prefer to stay here in this secure location....  ::voice trails off as he looks at the young man intently::

Host Coot says:
<CSO_Bolt> Yates: It could be.... um, messy... but, yes, we can attempt to do so.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> FCO: Move in toward the location of the item-of-interest to the Ferengi.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::feeling his blood tingle at the excitement::  Luchena: Well... um....  I guess we could take a short peek?  Couldn’t we?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
CSO: Then do so immediately. ::She turns her attention back to the view screen for a second::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  After you.  ::gestures towards the door::

Host Coot says:
<CSO_Bolt> ::taps at a few keys just before the Pendragon begins moving in::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::heads toward the door almost double time::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Ferengi vessels are attempting to flood the comm channels with claims that the item belongs to them. Furthermore, they are attempting to establish a transport lock on it.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: Admiral, perhaps Starfleet should be informed of the Ferengi's breach of agreement. I am sure that will stand well with our people.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::follows him::  Vn'dor:  There's a rumour going about that I've become demented.  If anyone takes offence to our presence, leave it to me.  No one will fault you for trying to keep a senile old man out of trouble.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::smiles thinking of a crazy former Captain his father trusted on the *old* Pendragon.  Steps onto the bridge::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> ::She sends several responses back concerning the Ferengi's faulty logic. However, the Vulcan knows that it will not get them anywhere:: CTO: Fire at their computer core, Lieutenant.

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: The more immediate problem is to stop them. CO: Take all necessary measure to stop the Ferengi. We've got a dozen vessels? Is there a problem?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
CSO: What does the data show, Commander?

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::follows Vn'dor Marce into the bridge::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> Damien: They are spread out through this sector. They are heading our way as we speak sir. Fortunately, we do have the assistance of the President's vessel as well.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the Pendragon nears, the source of the transmission is one of the Borg bodies. It is also detecting traces of a temporal disturbance.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::gazes about at all the activity...  is this what his father experienced when he stayed with his mother?::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CoS Servek> ::Notes the arrival of the two civilians, as she is standing next to the Turbo Lift:: Luchena: Mister Luchena. Your presence is unexpected.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::darting his eyes to the woman that looks a lot like the president, and then at Mikal::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::gives Servek an evil grin and steps deeper into the bridge::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CoS Servek> ::She allows Mikal to remain on the Bridge. After all, there was nothing he could do at the moment to cause harm::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She turns to the Admiral:: Damien: We need to transport that particular Borg to this vessel. ::She looks toward the Captain:: CO: Our transporters should be far superior to their own. Please make it so.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::follows Mikal::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> ::She nods in agreement and orders the Transporter Chief to transport the Borg to their medical containment facility::

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: I agree

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The transport is completed near instantly.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: Please accompany me to the ship's medical containment facility, Admiral.

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: By all means

Host ADM_Damien says:
::follows::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::follows too....  hopefully::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::Instead of walking to the facility, Yates decides on a quicker method:: OPS: Please transport the Admiral and myself to the medical containment facility.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::sees Marce following them, and trails along::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She notes the presence of Mikal on the Bridge. She cannot help but raise an eyebrow as she stares at him::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::blows a kiss at Ashley::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Security: Please remove Mr. Luchena and his companion from the Bridge. After all, this is a civilian free zone at the moment.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Yates and Damien are transported to the medical facility... so glad the Pendragon is staying green these days and not wasting unneeded resources.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
Vn'dor:  I'm feeling a bit faint.  Would you escort me to sickbay?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She materializes at the facility and makes her way toward the Borg drone::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::smiles briefly then stops to look serious moving in under Mikal's right shoulder as support::  Luchena: Now one step at a time sir.  We'll make it.  ::turns to the bridge::  Bridge: Can we get an emergency transport to Sickbay please?

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::staggers around a bit::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CO Capt. T'Cal> Luchena: Of course. We'll send you to our medical substation on Deck 39. ::She motions for OPS to do so::

Host Coot says:
SCENE: The form being held is a mostly intact Borg. It's face however, it rather disturbing: it is the face of Quinn Luchena.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She closes her eyes for a moment before taking a rather close look:: Damien: Well, we have found him.

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: I think this is what we were looking for, looks like him

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She inclines her head:: Damien: How did Mikal Luchena manage to get aboard this vessel Admiral? ::She motions for the containment field to be lowered::

Host ADM_Damien says:
UFP: I have no clue. I'm sure he's no more sane now than he was 30 years ago. Shall I call security?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
<CoS Servek> ::She walks over to a secondary Operations console, locks onto Mikal, and transports him to Deck 39. After all, they were... friends::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The field is lowered and Quinn's misshapen form lies on a exam table.

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
ADM: No need, Admiral  ::steps forward, hand on phaser::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Damien: That may be wise. ::She begins to walk over to the drone::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::materializes under Mikal's arm two meters from the Admiral and the Pres::

Host ADM_Damien says:
*TAC*: Security to  sickbay

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
ADM: Yes, Admiral?

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She reaches the drone and begins to examine him closely as the medical examiner does so as well::

Host ADM_Damien says:
ACTO: Send a security escort for Mr. Luchena. Bring him to the brig for now.

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She notes the arrival of Mikal and his friend, but ignores them. Ashley knows Jose can deal with them::

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
Luchena: Come with me, please.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::speaks angrily::  Adm: This is a Medical Facility on a Federation ship isn't it?  Since when do you turn away the sick and needy, then throw them in prison?

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
aCTO:  Don't you dare.  ::frowns at her through bushy gray eyebrows::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Quinn's eye flutter a moment and he takes in a short, quick breath.

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
::Prepares to stun Luchena::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::attention drawn to the figure on the slab::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She does not take a step back as Quinn takes a breath:: Quinn: Can you hear me?

Host Coot says:
<Quinn> ::looks to Mikal and then Ashley::  ....Father.... Mother..... a pleasure... as always....

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::steps up closer::

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
:: comms for Security assistance::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::raises an eyebrow at the prospects that this drone is the child of...  wait?  The President and this musician had a child together????::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She cannot help but smile:: Quinn: You never cease to surprise me Quinn. How was your experience? How are you feeling?

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::wonders what the Galactic Rag Magazine will pay for this info::

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::can't speak::

Host Coot says:
<Quinn> ::looks to Damien::  ADM: Admiral, sir. Mission accomplished..... ::closes eyes and exhales one last time::

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
Luchena: You will come with me.

Host Maestro_Luchena says:
::faints::

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::steps in to catch the "old" man::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
::She watches Mikal as he faints. After all, he did not know much about his son over the past several decades::

Host ADM_Damien says:
::watches::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The center of Quinn's chest opens and a small, handheld device is extended from a inner chamber. It resembles the padd that contained the Warp 10 schematics from oh, so long ago.

Host Vn`dor_Marce says:
::calls out to the medical staff::  Med: Can we have some help over here?  ::holding Mikal up::

Host UFP_President_Yates says:
Marce: Not to worry young man. Mister Luchena is prone to fainting. ::She smiles at Quinn::

Host Coot says:
<Med Staff> ::rushes over and assists where they can::

Host aCTO_LT_Tribble says:
::studies the padd closely::

Host Coot says:
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