Star Trek: A Call To Duty
U.S.S. Quirinus
"ROUND TWO"
Prologue

EDEN, THE STORM HOME BASE
LOCATION: FORMER DMZ OF ELLEB / DOMAN SPACE
DATE: AUGUST 21st, 2379 / STARDATE: 10308.21
TIME: 0323 HOURS
 
        David Thorn, leader of the Storm, sat comfortably on a smooth stone in his garden ... his garden of "Eden." This was the only time that he favored actually coming out here to tend his flowers. Of course, this was usually the only time that the garden was completely abandoned. For a while, he wondered if this was only because everyone had retired to their quarters or if they all knew this was Thorn's private time, and he was to be avoided. As of today, he could care less.
        "You can speak now, Etap, haven't you stood there long enough?" he asks, his younger second in command standing a safe distance away. General Trebor was quite aware that the former "Captain" Thorn most likely realized that he was present some time ago. "I only meant to give you some peace, sir," Trebor responds confidently. Thorn chuckles as a father would, easing the momentary tension Trebor felt in disturbing his leader's solitary hour, "The hope is that there will be peace for all of us ... forever. You bring good news." The General smiles as he comes and stands before Thorn, "There is really no point in me making these reports. You always know what has happened beforehand." "Ah, well yes, but I enjoy the company. We really do not talk much these days do we, Etap?" Trebor nods in acknowledgement, "We've all been busy. These are important times, like you said."
        "So important, are they, that we cannot spare a moment to have some friendly banter amongst ourselves ... I'll be honest, this old man cannot wait until we are done and finished. It is definitely time to enjoy the fruits of our labors," Thorn responds with a smile as he stands up. Both he and Trebor begin to walk through the garden. "If I must say, sir, you are hardly old," the General points out. Thorn's smile remains, "You've gotten too far up the ladder to be an ass-kisser, Etap. After what I've been through ... what I've done ... let's just say, time takes more out of you than you would have anticipated." The General nods in acknowledgement. "Now, General, are you going to get on with that report or not?"
        "Aye, sir," begins Trebor, coming to a stop and assuming a more professional stance.
        "As of 2200 hours, stardate 10308.20, our Fleet status is at 98% following our confrontation with Starfleet. Considering we were hardly damaged in the battle, this comes as no surprise. Starfleet Intelligence has suffered extremely in the last few months. Their usual acquisition of data has dropped by 48%, which covers their ... less than amiable operations. As such, Starfleet has been unable to track their usual enemies in the Alpha / Beta Quadrants, and to an extant, learn what we have been preparing." 
        Thorn nods, "Excellent. The status with our remaining invitees?" 
        "The Elleb have ceased their current hostilities with the Doman, taking back the territory which they claim is rightfully theirs. We have made it clear that their previous genocidal tactics will not be tolerated, and as such they have permitted Doman remaining in those systems to flee. They, however, are not letting go of the territories, much to the chagrin of Federation diplomats. The Elleb, of course, fear Starfleet action. We have assured them nothing will happen. Starfleet is not prepared to go into that battleground without strong intelligence and besides, there have been no reports of mass slaughter unlike the previous situation. With our part of the deal complete, and their operation over, they are ready to join," Trebor continues. 
        His hands clasped behind his back, Thorn turns to look at some budding roses causing Trebor to wonder if he has any questions. After a moment of silence, the General gets the point and moves on with his report.
        "The Gamleasians are more than eager to come to the summit. While in the past they have proven treacherous and have given into terrorist actions, we believe that without the influence of their former Queen, one Morosea Da, they will be more cooperative. They have little to offer in the ways of technology, but they have an increasingly growing movement in the way of telepathy which their species latently has. Given time, they could grow more powerful than most Vulcans, Betazoids or even Ullians." 
        Thorn mutters something akin to "More mind readers, just what we need" and Trebor continues on, with a slight smile on his face.
        "The Helaxians have been with us from the get go, and despite their recent (and surprising, he doesn't say) inquiries, they will be present at the summit. That basically covers everyone. We have representatives from seventy five worlds ... much more than the Federation ever started with at the beginning. A fine start, if I say, sir," Trebor ends with a smile and a nod. Thorn nods, "You are certain that the location of the summit is secret?" 
        "Yes, sir. And even if it were discovered, do you think Starfleet would risk such an assault? I can see the Federation News Service headlines now - 'Dozens of innocent beings slaughtered in failed attempt to capture Starfleet fugitives.' They know it would be pointless," the General responds. Thorn takes in a breath, and turns, "Soon, Etap, the war ... the fighting ... the secrets ... the lies ... the betrayals ... the Storm will be over. And in it's place ..." He unclasps his hands, and places one firmly on Trebor's shoulder, "A new, stronger Federation."
 
*        *        *
 
STARFLEET INTELLIGENCE HEADQUARTERS
LOCATION: SAN FRANCISCO, EARTH
DATE: AUGUST 25TH, 2379 / STARDATE: 10308.25
TIME: 1125 HOURS
 
"Gamleasia, you're certain?"
        "That's what 'Doppler' said, Admiral," Zachary Marshall, a man of many faces and positions, reported to Benson Hanwright, a man of just one face and many doubts. Hanwright looked out at the late morning skies of the bay. The fog had long since faded to reveal a dreary, gray day. He supposed that the weather net permitted these to happen on occasion. For what reason was beyond him ... and of little concern. "Is Da involved?" the Admiral inquires, turning around this time. "Recent reports indicate that Da hasn't been any sort of influence on the Gamleasians in nearly three years," Marshall responds.
        "And what makes you think that any 'recent' reports are worth the PADDs they're presented on!" Hanwright states angrily.
        There is a pause, and Hanwright knows that if he were anyone else Marshall would have ripped him a new one. The man may be many things, Hanwright thinks to himself, But he is not humble. Hopefully that will not be his downfall. 
        Marshall's eyes seem to stare through Hanwright, as if looking for the right set of responses on the window beyond him, "We trust 'Doppler,' sir."
        "The concept of trust in relation to anything to do with the Storm ..." Hanwright pauses, taking a seat and rubbing his eyes "... these are very trying times, Zachary. It has taken a lot to hide the fact of what the Storm has done to us. But when they form this new ... Federation. This anti-thesis to what we are. I'm not sure we'll be able to hide our darkest sins in the closet." 
        "If they manage to form it, sir," Marshall states.
        Hanwright sighs and brings a hand to his face, "I'd expect you to be a glass is half-empty person, Zachary."
        "I'd expect you to be the opposite, sir," Marshall replies sharply.
        "There is not much to hope for, Zachary. Thorn is damned smart. His arrogance was his downfall the first time ... this time he's learned from his mistakes. He's anticipated every move we could make, and has taken the appropriate action. I ... I don't think we can stop him. He may very well be unstoppable," Hanwright resigns to defeat.
        "He has one weakness ..." the man with all the answers points out, tossing his PADD across the desk. 
        The square piece of metal and fiber-optic knowledge hits with a thin thud and slides to the man with no hope. Hanwright removes his hand from his face and looks down at the PADD, a familiar face being displayed. A breath of realization cutting through him, he picks up the PADD, the bald head of a Vulcan being shown, "Sulek? The Captain from the Quirinus? How is he a weakness to Thorn?" Marshall stands, and begins to walk around the desk, coming to sit on one of it's edges.
        "Thorn likes everything to be nice and tidy and complete. Sulek, to him, is not complete ... he does not fit perfectly in the puzzle of this new life ... this new future he has fancied for himself. Sulek is a loose end. In fact, I believe that's what he referred to the dear Captain as when dear ol' Davey made his big return. Thorn considers the Storm's current fight with Starfleet Intelligence a true declared war. What happened five years ago was not a war, no matter how you look at it. It was rebellion. Treason. Something that wasn't honorable."
        "There is nothing honorable about the--" Hanwright begins but is stopped by Marshall's rising hand, which manages to remind the Admiral that his usual rhetoric is not needed right now.
        "One could say that deep down inside, David Thorn is ashamed of the original actions of the Storm. He feels responsible for every shot taken, every Starfleet officer slain, every life ruined ... every ship destroyed," Marshall nods, the specific word punctuated intended to spark a memory within the aging man. 
        "The Griffon. This is what his obsession with Sulek is about?" Hanwright starts.
        "Yes," the younger man replies with a smile to award Hanwright's quick thinking.
        "The Griffon was the first intended casualty of the Storm. Forget the captured Seleya, forget the shattered Scimitar, hell forget the actions of that clone on the Callisto. The Griffon was the first act of pure viciousness on the Storm's part. They didn't even attempt to capture it like they did the Callisto; they strapped a bomb onto its core and said get the hell off, and locked its crew away when they did. Thorn feels responsible for what happened that day, and as such, feels a connection with Sulek. He wants to make amends, so he offered him the option of joining the Storm. Well, more like he tried to force the man. But that failed. Now Sulek remains that loose end. The one he still wants to tie up."
        Hanwright regards Marshall's words quietly, "Since when did you become such a psychologist?" 
        "You have to be able to read people to work this job, Benson," Zachary points out with a smile.
        "All right, so Sulek is the loose end Thorn wants to deal with. How do we use this?" 
        Marshall removes himself from the desk and walks back around to the front, "We send the Quirinus to Gamleasia to disrupt the summit."
        There is a minute of lingering silence.
        "That's all?" Hanwright replies dumbfounded. "Zachary, you'll have to give me more to get Command to send that ship out there other than 'show up and cause some trouble.' Hell, the Quirinus got its ass handed to them the last time they dealt with the Storm. Thorn will have them destroyed--"
        "No, he won't. That's the point. The debacle with Thorn months ago cost several vessels ... but the Quirinus was allowed to survive. Destroying them serves no purpose. Besides, Thorn knows that we'll try something. And the Quirinus would be the perfect weapon. He would not overlook this chance to convince Sulek to join his cause. We give the Quirinus full authority, and I mean full authority with whatever cards Intelligence has up its sleeves with Command, to go in there and make damned sure that the representatives from those worlds want no part in Thorn's New Federation, and we send them out. They know the Storm better than anyone ... even Wolfe and his group of commandos," and with his idea presented, Marshall once again takes a seat, awaiting Hanwright's backlash.
        But it never comes.
        "This could very well be a suicide mission. We don't know for certain that Thorn won't blow the Quirinus out of the sky the minute they show up. We could send them in with every form of surrender or peace being sent out over broad-band and he might still execute every last damn enlisted man on that ship. Sulek and his crew are capable people ... very clever, like some of the best we have out there. But ... I don't know, Zachary ... this is a long shot," Hanwright says as he slumps back into his chair with a sigh.
        "All we have left are long shots, sir. Give them a chance," Marshall says calmly ... emphasizing his last words as best as possible.
        Hanwright stands.
"All right."        

Host SM_Selan says:
Previously on Star Trek: A Call To Duty - U.S.S. Quirinus ...
 
Host SM_Selan says:
Host David_Thorn says:
COMM Sulek: Greetings Quirinus

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: The Quirinus crew of a few years ago stand shocked at the appearance of the long dead David Thorn on their screen. Captain Sulek, Executive Officer Trebor [pre-Timeline alteration], and Counselor Raythan's eyes widen.

Host SM_Selan says:
CNS_LtJg_Raythan says:
::Eyes fill with some surprise:: It can't be...

Host SM_Selan says:
Host CO_CAPT_Sulek says:
COMM:  Thorn:  David Thorn...

Host SM_Selan says:
Host David_Thorn says:
COMM Sulek:  In the flesh.. and you are right on time Sulek.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Quick over-view of the Storm's actions over the past three years since their re-appearance with a voice-over by Thorn, "My colleagues and I believe in strength. We did make a mistake before by trying to bring down the Federation ..." Flash to several Storm runabouts destroying a Borg sphere as the Sharikahr narrowly escapes destruction too.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: "We have different goals now" Captain Sulek and a slightly different Quirinus crew walking in to a dinner where "General Trebor" [post Timeline alteration] sits with a smile on his face, legs kicked up on the table. Flash to the clone facility in the throes of destruction as the Ferengi attack, and with the Quirinus crew caught in the middle

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash to the events on Gelia Prime where Deborah Craven is captured by the Quirinus. Flash to the Thorn, Trebor and an unknown Andorian female negotiating for her release. Flash to "Raythan" being returned.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: The Quirinus crew's shore leave at Starbase 402 ending in terror as reports about the assault on Al-Jihj begin to come in. Focus on Captain Sulek as he watches a certain image come on screen ...

Host SM_Selan says:
Host Mathar_Raythan says:
ACTION: ... on all the screens is General Trebor of the Storm. The perpetrators of this genocide are revealed - "So Sulek, are you going to play Nero to this Rome? Go get your fiddle, boy, it's game time"  The camera is dropped, smashed, and the transmission ceases.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash to the various events of sabotage against Starfleet Intelligence over the course of the last several months. Various thugs beating an SFI agent to death, the command center of Starfleet within the DMZ of the Doman / Elleb exploding in horrific destruction, a female SFI agent opening her hotel room door to see a disruptor pointed at her

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash from the female SFI agent getting shot in the head to the Quirinus gathering with a SFI task force to take down Eden, the Storm strong-hold.

Host SM_Selan says:
Host Captain_Keener says:
@ COM: Quirinus: Indeed it was, Ensign. ::Looks at the Captain:: I'm sure you don't know this, Captain, but the attack on Al-Jihj was not the first major assault by the Storm in the last few months. Since they're reappearance at Gelia Prime, they've made all out war on Starfleet Intelligence.

Host SM_Selan says:
Host Captain_Keener says:
@ COM: Quirinus: Dozens of our operatives have been killed thanks to direct action by the Storm, or them informing those our operatives had infiltrated, monitored, etc. Several operations have failed, and as a result, important information for the Federation has been lost.

Host SM_Selan says:
Host Captain_Keener says:
@ COM: Quirinus: This is going to end now. Intelligence has planned a decisive strike against the Storm. No more innocents will be lost. The Quirinus, having the most contact with the Storm, and being a strong source of firepower, is being called in on this operation.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash to the slaughter of the SFI task force, and the Quirinus being left to watch the destruction in horror. Soon after followed by the betrayal of Raythan and the bombing of the ship.

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash to General Trebor meeting with Thorn in his garden, giving his report on preparations for the summit, ending with Thorn's ominous words, "Soon, Etap, the war ... the fighting ... the secrets ... the lies ... the betrayals ... the Storm will be over. And in it's place ... a new, stronger, Federation."

Host SM_Selan says:
SCENE: Flash to their opposite in Starfleet Intelligence, the meeting between Zachary Marshall and Admiral Hanwright with Zachary's proposal regarding the Quirinus, "Give them a chance."

Host SM_Selan says:
And now, the beginning of the End ...

Host SM_Selan says:
U.S.S. Quirinus Stardate 10309.08 "Round Two" Episode One

Host SM_Selan says:
BEGIN MISSION

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::on bridge in the chair as the Q cruises to the Storm Summit and certain destiny::

CMO_Munro says:
::Works in sickbay::

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: at Science One on the bridge... making final adjustments to the projector programming ::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::finishes inputing the final programming changes.::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::paces back and forth, back and forth in front of the captians chair::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::at OPS monitoring communications and reading up on dampening fields just in case::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::looks over at the CSO:: CSO: Program laid in, Sir.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::making his final rounds of the ship before heading up to the Bridge::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: Please, sit down, Commander. The tension is already high enough, I believe.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Sir, the 'Exxon Valdez' program is online. It will activate automatically when FCO Morgan initiates the slow approach to Gamleasia.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::Nervous:: Sulek: You're right  :;sits::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
CO: I can initiate the programming at your mark, Sir.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Morgan: ETA to being in  the planets sensor range?

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::walks into the TL:: TL: Security Office

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
CO: Five minutes, Sir.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::double checks the changes to the transponders::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::is getting a tension headache::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CTO*: Telarus, please report to the bridge asap

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::can feel the tension in the air::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Morgan/Kraight: Prepare to engage the ship's new holo-image of our non-threatening, non maneuverable oversized, galley in on my mark.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::walks out of the TL walking by a crewman exchanging a quick greeting and moving on to his office:: *XO*: Understood Commander, I just need to pass by my office to complete the Captain's new security measures request.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::taps her panel and nods:: CO: Aye, Sir. On your mark.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CTO*: Make it quick ensign ::steals a grin and looks at Sulek::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Engage the Ferengi freighter hologram around the ship, now.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: checks panel :: Sulek: Aye, sir. Projectors online.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Morgan: Flight pattern.  Remember to take us past the planet just in sensor range.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::taps:: CO: Course and pattern laid in, Sir.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
CSO: What do preliminary scans show. Are there any large natural satellites around the planet?

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::checks her readouts carefully and sighs in relief::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Morgan: ETA to planet?

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: swivels, checks a second display :: Sulek: Projection at 100% integrity. Subspace array transmitting false sensor readings of mass and radiation levels.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Excellent.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Checking now, sir...   :: begins planetary scan ::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
CO: At our new speed....twenty minutes.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::hopes this works::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
OPS: How are you coming along with your project?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Cherry: If anyone tries to contact, our screen is down and we are just passing by on our way to Omicron System.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Cherry: And don't forget to broadcast that in Ferengi.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  Right Sir.  ::grins::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
XO:  Theoretically, its coming along all right.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
CO: She is handling as planned, Sir.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Gamleasia system... five planets. Gamleasia IV is the only Class M planet in the system.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::scratches his head and just kind of looks at her and nods:: OPS: Uh. Okay. Just be sure to be ready to go with it ::looks away::

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::exits office and enters nearest TL:: TL: Bridge

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Moons: Gamleasia IV-A and IV-B.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: now all we have to do is get past, lay the control probes and then warp jump into the magnetic poles to hide without being detected.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::notices Pangborn and thinks its cute that Cherry has him off balance - even now.::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: That’s why I was looking for natural satellites ::turns back to Kraight:: Kraight: Refresh my memory on satellite classification. Can we hide behind one of theses? Are they big enough?

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Gamleasia IV tech level... roughly Level 7, approximately equivalent to late 22nd-century Federation. Reports from travelers indicate possible piracy by Gamleasian privateers.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::exits TL onto the Bridge and takes station:: CO/XO: Sirs the new security measures are in place.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::checks their course one again::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::wonders what those are::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::refocuses back to her task::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Thorn has selected his meeting place well. Who would be suspicious of everyone if not thieves and cutthroats.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Indeed, sir.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Telarus: Excellent.

CMO_Munro says:
::Continues to work::

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: I figured a Ferengi freighter would look right at home in this system.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Why, Lt., is that a commentary of the Ferengi as a society?

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Moon B is too small to hide us. Moon A is easily twice the size of Luna. Isotopic deposits have created a radiation belt around IV-A that will make us very hard to pick up on sensors.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: However, the radiation will also hide anyone currently in orbit around IV-A from us.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::is listening with a half an ear.::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Can we transport the AT from Moon B?

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: At least we have an out

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::sends a message through to the panel to Sickbay:: *CMO*: How is everything in Sickbay my sweet? By the way return the message through the panel.

CMO_Munro says:
::Sends message back:: *CTO*: Everything is fine. How are you? ::Smiles::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: the magnetic poles of the planet will not cover us?  I would prefer to know if someone's coming.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: We'll need to boost the annular confinement beam to compensate for the moon's radiation belt, and I recommend daisy-chaining an extra Heisenberg compensator... but we can do it.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: we are ten minutes from passing the planet.  Assemble your team and have Dr. Munro begin altering them.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: Aye Sir

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Actually, the radiation belt is in a polar configuration... so hanging over the pole will work just fine.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::panel message:: *CMO*: Stressful, but thinking of you makes me happy. We are doing some strategy work here and are almost to our destination. I will talk to you in a little bit we are assembling an away team and we need some cosmetics.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
CTO/FCO: Report to sickbay to undergo the transformation specifics she has been assigned. You'll both be an important part of this mission

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::takes a deep breath and stands::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Relay the coordinates to the FCO so that we make the warp jump to the belt, as soon as it appears we have passed the planet.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
FCO:  Give em hell, Jade.

CMO_Munro says:
::Types then sends:: *CTO*: I will have it ready. Love you!

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
XO: Aye sir

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Aye, sir.   :: taps panel :: Coordinates transferred.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::enters the TL holding it for the FCO::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::nods grimly:: OPS: I'll try....::pauses:: Tale care of yourself, huh?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Cherry: Try to locate our subject as quickly as you can.  We will need to alter the AT member to look like him/her as quickly as possible.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::follows the CTO::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CMO*: Busy Dr? You'll have new arrivals soon. They are to transformed into the appearance of the races specified. The FCO is to be Ferengi. The CTO: will be made to look like a El Aurian

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  Right Sir.  ::begins scans::

CMO_Munro says:
*XO*: Yes sir, I have it all ready down here.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: warn the CEO that we need to deliver your nanite population and the probe net as we pass by.  I want everything in place.

CMO_Munro says:
::Sets up all the equipment needed::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*FCO*: let me know when they're ready

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
TL: Sickbay

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
FCO: You nervous?

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Immediately, sir.   :: turns to his comm. panel and begins conferring with CEO ::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::swallows:: CTO: Terrified.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  Bioscans complete, Sir.  Forwarding data to sickbay.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
FCO: Ensign we have no need to worry for that is when we will fail, if you are calm and collected then we will succeed.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::as the ship makes it's pass by the planet:: Kraight: send in the nanites.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::nods tightly::

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: taps control panel :: Sulek: Nanites released.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::the TL doors swing open and allows the FCO to exit first::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::steps out carefully and walks into sickbay::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek; The away team should be standing by soon. Transformation has begun

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*CEO*: Set the communications control probes in place now.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::walks into Sickbay right behind the FCO::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::looks at Cherry, slightly wary::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::nods at the CMO::

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*: yes sir setting them right now.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
CMO: I got the last message, I Love You too. ::gives her a kiss::

Host SM_Selan says:
ACTION: The Quirinus drops out of warp near the dull green planet of Gamleasia to launch a million plus nanites for who knows what purpose.

CMO_Munro says:
::Blushes Than hugs him::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::wishes they would get past the lovey dovey stuff and down to business::

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*:they are ready.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::returns with a hug as well:: CMO: Well let's do this I will go first I am supposed to be according to the XO a El Aurian.

CMO_Munro says:
::Lets go of him:: CTO and FCO: Well I have everything set up so if one of you will take a seat we will get started. ::Smiles::

Host SM_Selan says:
ACTION: In orbit of Gamleasia are dozens of vessels from various worlds. None of them really take notice of the "Ferengi Freighter" that enters the system, passes by Gamleasia and seemingly disappears soon after. Dozens of Storm runabouts hover in orbit, but none break loose to investigate the Ferengi Freighter ... or so it seems.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::takes a seat on the Bio Bed::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Navigation: Warp us into the magnetic belt, now.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  No chatter about our Ferengi ship that I can intercept, Captain.

CMO_Munro says:
::Picks up a small device and begins work::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
<backupOPS>::does as ordered::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Munro* Cherry you should have the description of our Storm subject to make your alterations.

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*: sir the   communications control probes are ready.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Harris* Send Probes now.

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*: lunching probes now.

CMO_Munro says:
*CO*: Yes, sir, I have it.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::is starting to feel a bit sick::

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
<edit sp on CEO's last line>

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
::fires the probes::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::hopes the probes aren't detected::

CMO_Munro says:
::Continues work on the CTO::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Pangborn* How are the alterations to the AT going. We should be warping into our blind spot at any moment.

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: monitors probe deployment ::

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*:probes away sir.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
CMO: You enjoy dinner last night?

CMO_Munro says:
::finishes the work then pulls out a hypo and injects him with it::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: She's probably having a devil of a time getting Morgan to look like a Ferengi. *CMO*: How is it coming?

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::wishes she could see Jade as a Ferengi::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::walks over to a quiet corner and lays her head against the cool wall, her eyes closed as she forces herself to calm down, to focus on her parents, her family...::

CMO_Munro says:
::Smiles:: CTO: Yes, very much so.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Cherry: the probes are moving into place. If the nanites did their job, we should be able to control all communications from the surface.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  I'll activate and test the system now, Captain.

CMO_Munro says:
CTO: Well your done, next.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::taps away at her console::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::in her mind's eye she sees a funeral....her own.::

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::jumps slightly and turns towards the CMO::

CMO_Munro says:
FCO: Are you okay?

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::nods:: CMO: No...but I will be.

CMO_Munro says:
::Looks at her funny then begins her work of art on her::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CMO*: Morgan? How it is coming?

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::sits very still::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  Just a few more adjustments to make.  ::continues tapping away at her console::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<ACTION> The Q neatly warps into the blind spot in the magnetic fields of the planet.

CMO_Munro says:
*XO*: Just fine, sir. They should be done any time now.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
<backupFCO>CO:  We are in position.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CMO*: Inform me when you're finished. Sulek: The good Dr is almost done with the alterations

CMO_Munro says:
::Whips out another Hypo and injects it.::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Pangborn*: Prepare to take your delegates to the surface.  All understand what it is exactly they need to do and what their signal is for our ultimate disruption?

CMO_Munro says:
*XO* They're all done, sir.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::stands and dons the proper clothing and gear::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: Yes, and I'll go over it once more to be sure. I myself will appear Maquis, but still human.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
*CTO/FCO*: Report to transporter room one

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
:: checks telemetry from nanites :: Sulek: Sir, the nanites are on the surface. Twenty percent of them are replicating more nanites, as programmed. The rest are going to work on environmental control systems, foodstuffs, and local and long-distance communications.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*CEO* When the AT transports down, please try to have the transporters leave a Maquis signature.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
*XO*: Understood sir we will be in the transporter room shortly we are just wrapping up here.

CEO_Ens_Harris says:
*CO*:yes sir.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: If all goes well we'll be back soon. Keep an eye on the CEO. I want Harris or Krem operating the slight of hand transporter techniques we discussed

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::Walks to the door::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: Estimated time until we completely control the surface to space communications?

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
Sulek: I'm going to get in gear. Wish me luck? ::wry grin::

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Sulek: Sixteen minutes.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Pangborn* Luck, Commander?  I rely on your skills.  But if I must.  Good luck.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Cherry: As soon as we have control, funnel all communications through us.  Block any that might appear to be a warning or a call for reinforcements.  Simply acknowledge those from here.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::smiles at the Captains letting down of the Vulcan guard long enough to wish him luck:: *Sulek*: Thank you Sir ::heads for transporter room one::

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CO:  Aye Captain.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*TR1* Prepare to lock on our Storm subject and simultaneously beam his replacement into place.  If you can hold our captive in the pattern buffer.  We may need him unharmed later.

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::arrives and steps on the pad::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*All AT* You know the plan. Make it happen.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::gives a kiss to Harriet:: CMO: I love you, hope to see you soon.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
FCO: Let's go Ensign, the Commander is waiting.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::thinks something along the lines of its about time but follows mutely::

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
*CO*: Aye aye sir.

CMO_Munro says:
::Blushes:: CTO: Good luck.

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
CMO: Thanks ::trails off and walks out the door::

CTO_LtJG_Telarus says:
::walks into TL with the FCO:: TL: Deck 3 Transporter Room 1.

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
CSO:  I hope this works.

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::watches as the door shuts and in what seems like no time, the doors open up again.::

CSO_Lt_Kraight says:
Cherry: As do I, Ensign. As do I...

FCO_Ens_Morgan says:
::gets out and walks to the transporter room::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<Captain's Really Cool ACTION> All arrive at TR and on the pads

OPS_Ens_Cherry says:
::resumes initiating the probes::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Transporter Chief* Energize.  ::hopes the havoc will bring this all to a final conclusion::

XO_Cmdr_Pangborn says:
::FCO/CTO: Good you look.......::looks the over, and himself in Maquis garb:: Good....lets go

Host SM_Selan says:
ACTION: And the away team beams away ... either to their destiny or their doom ...

Host SM_Selan says:
PAUSE MISSION