<Gerry> USS Scorpius  NCC 50666  10402.21

<Gerry> "Lest We Forget"

<Gerry> Episode 4:  First Contact

<Gerry> Previously on the USS Scorpius:

<Gerry> The crew of the Scorpius has been released from their mind-block placed on them by a new species wishing to make contact with the Federation.

<Gerry> Information exchange has begun, and the crew is en route to the alien home world.

<Gerry> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Resume Mission>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<OPS-Watson> :: At OPS watching her console ::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::In the lab, checking results of her latest test::

<CEO_Cap> ::at the bridge engineering console::

<CIV_Serok> :: walks onto the bridge and takes an empty console ::

<FCO_Hanover> ::monitoring the flight controls console::

<TO_Sadek> ::on the bridge reviewing the sensor logs of the Scorpius::

<CSO_Bodine> :: at science 1 on the bridge observing the new OPS Officer monitoring her console::

<SO_Zria> ::walks back onto the bridge and to her station::

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  Deltan Pheromones permeate the bridge...

<SO_Zria> ::begins looking over the incoming information::

<OPS-Watson> :: Feels very self-conscience as if ALL bridge crew eyes are on me.  Really studies my console... ::

<TO_Sadek> ::raises both eyebrows and wonders hopes most of the crew is as disciplined as himself::

<CIV_Serok> :: looks up and around the bridge ::

<OPS-Watson> :: Runs a hand through her hair, quickly ::

<CSO_Bodine> :: suddenly feels a strong longing for Ensign Zria and redirects his attention ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::walks onto the bridge and looks around:: CIV: I take it negotiations are going well?

<CIV_Serok> XO:  Information exchange is going well, yes Commander.

<FCO_Hanover> XO: Twelve minutes ma'am.

<SO_Zria> ::notices the reaction of those around her and concentrates on emitting negative pheromones::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::stands up from sitting in the center chair when the XO arrives, and moves on seat to the right::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::sits up:: Self: Shoot, it isn't going to work.

<OPS-Watson> :: Scratches at an itch on her left shoulder ::

<CSO_Bodine> :: greets the SO kindly :: SO: How are your readings Ensign?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> FCO:  Excellent.  ::moves down to the center seat:: FCO:  Once in the system bring us into orbit.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: Reporting all is well on the Bridge, Ma'am.  ::suddenly feels a bit flushed::

<FCO_Hanover> XO: Aye ma'am, already planned and ready to activate.

<CIV_Serok> :: lowers her voice :; XO:  I believe you should have a talk with our science officer.  There are Deltan pheromones loose on the bridge.

<SO_Zria> CSO:  The data is coming in as we speak, Lieutenant.  

<TO_Sadek> ::moves over to TAC2 and transfers the sensors logs to there::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> *Sanhanderon*:  Bridge to Sanhanderon.  We are 12 minutes out from your home system.  I thought you might like to come to the bridge.

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  Several ships appear on long-range sensors, coming from the planet...

<TO_Sadek> ::raises and eyebrow at the CSO's tone of voice::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::looks around the bridge, wondering if anyone else is feeling a bit strange::

<Sanhanderon> *XO*:  My thanks, Commander.  I shall join you.

<TO_Sadek> XO: Commander... I am reading... several vessels... coming from the planet.

<SO_Zria> XO: Commander, several ships incoming from the planet, Sir.

<OPS-Watson> :: Coughs a moment, then goes back to watching her console ::

<Sanhanderon> ::leaves the VIP quarters he's been assigned and heads for the bridge::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> OPS:  Hail them.

<CSO_Bodine> :: attempts to share the data and pipes it into his console as well ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::sits in the center seat::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::looks at the TO:: TO: Report.  Can you get any identification on those ships?

<CSO_Bodine> <edit out duplicate info>

<OPS-Watson> :: Opens a channel ::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::makes one more adjustment and tests again::

<OPS-Watson> XO: They are giving us a joyful greeting, sir!  :: Excitement in her voice ::   It's a planetary welcoming committee!

<TO_Sadek> ::scans the offensive and defensive capabilities of the vessels::

<FCO_Hanover> ::fingers hovering over the controls ready to take the ship out of warp::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::grins:: OPS: Can you bring up visual?
<CSO_Bodine> :: scans the ships to check there tactical posture, in order to determine intent::

<TO_Sadek> XO: Commander... they are T'haramandaron vessels.

<OPS-Watson> :: Fingers fly over console... ::   XO: On screen now, sir

<Sanhanderon> ::walks out onto the bridge::

<OPS-Watson> :: Feels the excitement growing within her and she tries not to bounce in her chair...so she does the next best thing and taps both her feet ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::sees Sanhanderon enter:: Sanhanderon:  We seem to have a welcoming committee.

<TO_Sadek> XO: Commander... I do not detect any weapons on those vessels. 

<CIV_Serok> :: stands when Sanhanderon come onto the bridge and give a respectful bow of her head ::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::begins to feel very happy::

<Sanhanderon> XO:  ::smiles::  It is an exiting time for my species.  We do not make contact easily, and when we do it is cause for celebration.

<Sanhanderon> ::returns all greetings in kind with good will::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::smiles back:: Sanhanderon:  Then perhaps you would care to do the introductions.

<SO_Zria> ::turns after hearing the turbolift open and watches Sanhanderon walk across the bridge::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> Sanhanderon: I hope that this will be the start of a great friendship.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::sees her test fail again:: Self: No!  There's got to be a way. ::gets up and begins to pace::

<CSO_Bodine> :: directs passive sensors toward the planet and scans all kinds of things ::

<Sanhanderon> XO:  Of course, Commander, as you wish.  CTO:  I hope so as well, Commander.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: Ma'am: Have you given any thought to how we will proceed with this apparent first contact?

<SO_Zria> ::smiles as she returns her attention to the sensors, her mind wandering over the prospects this meeting could half::

<TO_Sadek> CTO: These vessels have no weapons that we can detect. I am still skeptical.

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  The different technologies finally manage to sort out visual signals...several T'haramandaron stand with arms raised in an "X" gesture...

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CTO:  I have indeed.  We have a First Contact specialist on-board.  I plan to make the most of that opportunity.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> TO: Skepticism isn't a bad thing, it's always good to remain vigilant.

<SO_Zria> ::looks up as she notices something from the corner of her eye:: Self: Fascinating...

<TO_Sadek> Sanhanderon: No offense meant sir.... ::nods::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> TO: Inform me or the XO if you read anything unusual.

<Sanhanderon> ::Assumes a stance where his arms are raised above his head and crossed at the wrists::  COMM:  Vessels:  Greetings, my brethren!  I come with visitors!

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> <edit last CTO statement to say the XO or myself>

<CSO_Bodine> :: observes what is on the screen :: ALL: Wonder if we should be doing that?

<CIV_Serok> :: stands and returns the salute that the T’haramandaron ::

<OPS-Watson> :: Looks back to Sanhanderon, then back again to the viewscreen ::

<SO_Zria> ::watches Sanhanderon and makes a note about the form of greeting::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::returns the salute::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: I must admit, I have never been involved so closely with a first contact mission before.

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  All the T'haramandaron recite together "With our arms raised to their light, we greet them with our opening arms!"  As they recite it, all of them open their arms as if to embrace...

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CTO:  Believe it or not, Commander, neither have I.

<CSO_Bodine> :: follows in suite with Captain Serok ::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::snaps her fingers and heads back to the console:: Self: What if I increase the ::mumbles:: and decrease the ::mumbles:: .....

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CIV:  Captain, I bow to your expertise in First Contact procedures.

<CIV_Serok> :: follows suit with the T’haramandaron ::

<Sanhanderon> ::returns the greeting and opens arms in a similar fashion::

<OPS-Watson> Self:  Oh...too cool!   :: Taps her feet faster ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::returns the greeting as well::

<SO_Zria> ::adding the verbal salute to her notes and makes a mental note to be prepared to honor this tradition::

<CIV_Serok> :: nods at the XO ::

<Sanhanderon> COMM: Vessels: Brethren, here is the commander of this vessel, a representative of many races in federation together...Commander Horn.  ::arms sweep toward her::

<CEO_Cap> ::repairing the damage they had done to their implants when they had hacked them::

<CIV_Serok> :: steps up to the right of and behind the XO ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> COMM:  Vessels:: I am honored to meet such a noble people.

<SO_Zria> ::begins reading through the information that they have been receiving::

<TO_Sadek> ::examines the species on the viewscreen as well as their representative on the bridge with interest::

<Sanhanderon> @COMM: Scorpius:  We are here to serve as honor guard to you as you enter our orbit.  We have the delegation of our diplomats onboard to return to your federation with you as well to open diplomatic relations.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::leans forwards as the results come up on her screen::

<CSO_Bodine> :: makes a double check of the universal translator and is surprised that it can interpret already :: Thinking: They must have added thier language files during the 
data wipe::

<TO_Sadek> ::frown at the term honor guard::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::slams her hands down on the console:: Self: No!  There's got to be some way to make this work.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> COMM: Vessels: That is excellent news.  I know the Federation is keen to open relations.  ::turns to the CIV:: COMM: Vessels:  This is Captain Serok.  She is a specialist in diplomatic dealings.

<SO_Zria> ::looks over the environmental information and notes that the T'haramandaron are oxygen breathers however their environment has a higher carbon dioxide concentration, though within acceptable limitations::

<CSO_Bodine> :: can't help but wonder how the Doctor does without a Medical Officer around, these days ::

<CIV_Serok> :: raises her hand in the traditional Vulcan greeting :: COM: Vessels:  Long life and prosperity to all of you.

<SO_Zria> CSO: Lieutenant, I think you will find this information quite interesting.

<Sanhanderon> XO:  Commander Horn, we assume that you must be a vessel of exploration.  We expect that a delegation will return here from your federation when ours has reached their diplomatic center?

<CSO_Bodine> ::pipes the SO's data into his own console he is not incline to stand near her at this point :: SO: What do you have?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::nods:: Sanhanderon:  That is correct.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::throws a tricorder across the room wondering why she's in medical if she can't help people::

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  The T'haramandaron mimic the gesture of Serok with varying degrees of success to honor the new greeting

<CSO_Bodine> SO_Zria: Higher Carbon dioxide?

<SO_Zria> ::indicates the information about the T'haramandaron environment and then continues:: CSO: They appear to evolved from an ancient form of higher plants.  As they evolved, they became mobile, developed voice and over time have become omnivorous.

<SO_Zria> CSO: Yes, but within acceptable limits.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::glares at the tricorder laying on the floor::

<SO_Zria> CSO:  Their bodies still process carbon dioxide as most green plants do.  However, if we are to be exposed to it for an extended length of time, a dose of triox would be advisable.

<CIV_Serok> :: inclines her upper body ever so slightly.  :: COMM:  Vessels:  I am honored at your response and I look forward to the cultural exchange.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CIV: Perhaps you would like to act as a liaison while we have our guests on board?

<CSO_Bodine> SO_Zria: Good find Ensign great work, you think we should setup some labs for out junior officers involving plants maybe we could have a controlled lab where we accelerate this idea into our own plate life?

<CIV_Serok> XO:  It is my duty and honor Commander.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> Self: Forget it!  I quit!!! ::punches the wall and walks out of the lab::

<FCO_Hanover> XO: Approaching orbit ma'am.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> FCO:  Bring us into standard orbit.

<SO_Zria> CSO: Perhaps, however we should have the teams begin by analyzing this data more completely to determine if we have any similar plant life.

<FCO_Hanover> ::brings the ship out of warp and starts maneuvering to achieve orbit:: XO: Aye ma'am.

<TO_Sadek> ::does a detailed scan of the planet's surface::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CSO:  How's the atmosphere?

<CSO_Bodine> SO_Zria: So you don't think it would be a good lab for school kids huh? ::chuckles::

<FCO_Hanover> XO: Orbit achieved ma'am. ::sets the controls to maintain standard orbit::

<SO_Zria> ::tilts her head slightly:: CSO: No, Lieutenant, at least not at this stage 

<XO_AQilla_Horn> OPS:  Have VIP quarters been assigned for our guests?

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::passes through sickbay:: Jeahnie: You are in charge!  I quit! ::walks out and storms to the turbolift::

<CSO_Bodine> XO_AQilla_Horn: The SO and I have been working on that Ma'am, It's breathable but the carbon dioxide is higher we might need to perform an injection of.. what was that called Ensign? ::looks over at the SO::

<OPS-Watson> :: Quickly runs her fingers over her console assigning quarters... ::    XO: Aye, sir

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CSO:  Understood.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> *CMO*:  Bridge to Dr Garta-Nmbarri.

<SO_Zria> CSO/XO: A simple injection of standard triox formula.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: Will any of us be beaming down to the planet surface?

<Sanhanderon> XO:  If you wish, you may.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::mutters under her breath:: Self: What now... *XO* Yes Commander?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CIV:  What's you're view?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> *CMO*:  Doctor, I may need you to join an Away Team.  We also will need triox shots for all members of the team.

<TO_Sadek> XO: Commander... they have planetary defenses that are comparable to Federation defenses... though the power source... is.... unique... a bioelectric energy.

<SO_Zria> ::returns to studying the information:: Self: Completely fascinating

<CIV_Serok> XO:  It is a command decision Commander.  I am looking forward to accompanying Sanhanderon to see his planet.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::lifts an eyebrow, curious:: TO: Bioelectric?

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> *XO* Transport or shuttle craft?

<CSO_Bodine> SO: Thanks Mister Zria ::responding to the cover::

<TO_Sadek> ::nods to the XO:: Sanhanderon: Could you describe your power sources Sir?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CIV:  As do I, Captain.  OPS: Is it safe to transport to the surface?

<Sanhanderon> TO:  We use living plant tissue to produce most of our needs, Lieutenant.

<SO_Zria> ::looks up suddenly:: CSO: Excuse me, Sir?

<OPS-Watson> :: Goes to check on transporters and atmospheric conditions... ::  XO: It looks like it, sir...

<CSO_Bodine> ::inspects the data to see what else he can find, scanning the planet surface to see how many variants of the species there are, are there nationalities, checks for radio and comm signals public data steams like news::

<TO_Sadek> ::frowns:: Sanhanderon: Living plant tissue? Is that not like yourself?

<Sanhanderon> TO:  They don't power our warp cores, we use a [untranslatable] to focus the reaction and power it with a matter-antimatter collision, similar to your own engines.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> OPS:  Good.  CTO:  I think we'll transport down ... CTO:  You have the bridge, Commander.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::enters the lift and orders it to the holodeck::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: You are going?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CIV, CSO, *CMO*:  Meet me in Transporter Room 2.

<Sanhanderon> TO:  Like and unlike.  It is bioengineered to produce air, water, and power.  While it is true we descended from some of the higher plants, we are very unlike our plant ancestors, Lieutenant.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CTO:  Indeed I am.  This is a first contact mission, Commander.  I will be needed ...

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> *XO* Yes Ma'am. ::reorders the lift back to sickbay::

<CIV_Serok> :: speaks lowly to the XO ::  XO:  Commander, it is my duty to remind you that you are not to transport to the surface without armed escort.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: Please take necessary security officers along with you.  Not that I don't trust these people, but we hardly know them.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> TO:  Mr Sadek, I would also like you to join us.

<CEO_Cap> ;:hears mention of how the warp core of the aliens work and walk over to listen::

<CSO_Bodine> ::nods to the XO and follows her off the Bridge:: XO: Eye Commander, SO: Keep up the great work.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> <edit last CTO comment to BEFORE the last XO comment>

<SO_Zria> ::nods:: CSO: Yes, Sir.

<TO_Sadek> XO: I would be honored... ::nods to Sanhanderon::

<Sanhanderon> CIV:  ::has extremely good hearing:: A wise precaution, Captain.  Totally understandable.  Unnecessary, but understandable.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> OPS: I want an active transporter lock kept on the away team the entire time they are on the planet surface.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> Sanhanderon:  Please ... ::indicates the TL::

<OPS-Watson> CTO: Aye sir

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::enters sickbay, grabs a medkit and half a dozen triox injections then walks back out::

<Sanhanderon> ::nods to Sadek:: TO:  I look forward to showing you all our science, Lieutenant.  

<CIV_Serok> :: nods her head in confirmation :: Sanhanderon:  It is a directive Sir.  No insult is intended.

<CSO_Bodine> ::brings a tricorder along for collecting detailed information::

<CEO_Cap> ::disappointed they are leaving, wanted to hear more about their technology::

<Sanhanderon> XO:  Of course.  ::leads the way to the turbolift...

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::takes a seat in the center chair::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::smiles:: Sanhanderon:  Mr Sadek is also a security officer.  I can satisfy his curiosity and my Second Officer's concerns at once.

<Sanhanderon> CIV:  None is taken, Captain.  I was hardly unarmed when I came to your vessel.

<Sanhanderon> XO:  ::laughs:: Economy of personnel is admirable, is it not?

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::gets back into the turbolift and orders it to Transporter Room 2::

<CIV_Serok> Sanhanderon:  A wise precaution.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::laughs:: Sanhanderon:  Indeed it is.  ::enters the TL:: Computer: Transporter Room 2.

<TO_Sadek> ::follows the group::

<FCO_Hanover> ::monitors the orbit ready to make any corrections needed::

<CIV_Serok> :: enters the turbo lift ::

<CSO_Bodine> Sanhanderon: I will very much enjoy learning about your sciences, as will I am sure all of us.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> *TO* Sadek, I believe it goes without saying that the safety of the entire away team is on your shoulders.  

<SO_Zria> ::routes the CSO's console to hers and continues to study out the sensor and computer data::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::wonders if she should invite the Bynars ... ::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::exits and heads to the Transporter Room, muttering all the way::

<TO_Sadek> CTO: I shall endeavor to perform satisfactory.

<SO_Zria> ::looks curiously over at the CTO, wondering why he would feel the need to remind a Vulcan of something so simple::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::stands and looks at everyone on the bridge:: ALL: I want you all to be vigilant.  I want to know the second that our scans show the slightest thing out of the ordinary.

<CEO_Cap> ::completes repairing the damage they had caused hacking both their brains and the main computer::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> OPS: Are you maintaining that transporter lock?

<OPS-Watson> CTO: Yes sir.
<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::enters the Transporter Room and waits for everyone to step up before she does.

<OPS-Watson> :: Is really nervous now that the big Klingon is in charge... ::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ::

<CSO_Bodine> XO: I bet the CEOs would love to see thier warp technology Ma'am.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::stops, takes a deep break, puts on her "professional" face, and enters the transporter room::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CSO:  I think they would as well ... not to mention the computer systems ...

<SO_Zria> CTO: Yes, sir.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: The triox shots Ma'am?

<XO_AQilla_Horn> CMO:  Please, Doctor.  ::holds out her arm for the shot::

<CSO_Bodine> XO: Indeed.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::pops the triox into the hyprospray and injects the XO::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> SO: I want you to slave the tactical systems to your console.  Keep a close watch on the planet in respects to weaponry, or shielding.  I want to be prepared for anything.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::switches and steps to the CIV:: CIV: Here's one for you. ::injects her::

<CSO_Bodine> ::holds his arm out for the Doctor:: CMO: Ma'am was just wondering about you. :: being away from the SO has made him feel more secure but he still feeling kinda silly::

<CEO_Cap> ::gets in the turbolift to head back to engineering::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::walks over to the TO:: TO: Yours too. ::turns to the CSO and injects him:: CSO: Here.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> CSO: About me? ::injects herself::

<TO_Sadek> ::ignores the injection::

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> XO: Ready Ma'am. ::steps to her spot on the pad::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> ALL:  Ready?

<CIV_Serok> CMO:  Thank you Doctor.

<Sanhanderon> XO:  My people are most anxious to meet these visitors from another star.  ::smiles::  We have only received a handful of such visitors before...

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: From you, I want this ship ready for any type of maneuver in a split second.  

<SO_Zria> ::slaves tactical systems to Science:: CTO: Done as ordered, sir.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::Thinks "this is just what I need::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> Chief:  Energize when ready.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::nods to the CIV::

<FCO_Hanover> CTO: All of that is already programmed in sir.

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  The away team and Sanhanderon beam down to the surface, in the main square of the capital city to a HUGE public reception...

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> ALL: I know that I seem to be over preparing here.  But, we know very little of these people, and I would rather be over prepared for any emergency.

<OPS-Watson> :: Sees the lock on the Away Team badges and stares at the button...finger poised and ready to bring them back in an instant ::

<CSO_Bodine> ::feels overwhelmed by the welcoming and has to try and keep a professional face::

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  the orbiting honor guard lead ship signals that the diplomatic delegation is ready to come aboard the Scorpius...

<XO_AQilla_Horn> COMM: Scorpius:  Horn to Scorpius.  We have arrived on the surface safely.  We will report in every 2 hours.

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::looks around and thinks "Great, it's a salad party"::::

<SO_Zria> CTO: From everything that I have read from these files they sent of their history, Commander, they should be being honest with us.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> *XO* Acknowledged, Commander.

<CSO_Bodine> @COM: Scorpius: SO: Activate data link with my PADD please Ensign. ::sends connect-up signal::

<XO_AQilla_Horn> @::looks around:: Sanhanderon:  Quite a reception.

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> OPS: Signal the lead ship from the honor guard that we are ready to receive their delegates.

<Sanhanderon> @XO:  As I said, we are excited.  Please...here is our first minister.

<SO_Zria> COM: Bodine: Link activated ::connects uplink::

<CTO_Garta-Nmbarri> SO: I have read those files also.  However, I prefer to remain vigilant.

<XO_AQilla_Horn> @::bows in greeting::

<OPS-Watson> :: Fingers move over her console as she sends the signal, forgetting about the lock on the Away Team for just a split second ::

<Sanhanderon> ACTION:  The diplomats from the T'haramandaron beam aboard with T'haramandaron transporters that make a clear b-flat note...

<CMO_Garta-Nmbarri> @::opens her kit long enough to slide the triox tubes and hypo in::

<SO_Zria> ::simply nods and continues monitoring all the incoming sensor information::

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