Summary: USS Tal-War: SD 10610.22 - It's been 6 hours and the Tal-War is still 18 hours away from the worm hole. The Captain and away team are still orange, but at least the itching is being handled. The CO and her team are hard pressed to keep tabs on the Ferengi, but it appears that they have stopped...for the time being.

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SO_Lt_York: ::sits at his station on the Bridge, still trying to puzzle together evidence on the culprit::
MO_Ens_Cameron: ::in sickbay, completing another autopsy::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: sitting behind the Captain;s desk, looking over York's report ::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Is sitting at the science station of the ship, looking down at her arm:: Self: I'm not going to find anything that doesn't clash with this colour!
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: stands once her replacment gets there and heads to the ready room ::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::sitting at flight keeping the ship on course::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::in a turbolift, heading towards the Bridge::
SO_Lt_York: ::brings up every scanner readouts from Deck 14, section B::
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: rings the chime and waits ::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::enters the Bridge, not at all feeling like she could handle the Bridge of a warship all by her lonesome::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: looks up :: OPS: Enter.
SO_Lt_York: ::looks over to his right and sees Mr. Telgar going to meet with the Commander, wondering if it has something to do with his evidence, then looks back to his screens::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::wonders where the pretty OPS officer is off to::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::goes to sit in the counselors chair and sighs::
SO_Lt_York: ::continues going over every possible scanner data::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ALL: Status report?
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: enters the ready room :: CO: Reporting as ordered Sir.
SO_Lt_York: ::looks up from his screen:: Self: What?
SO_Lt_York: ::turns his chair around::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Checks that they are still on course, and if there is any sign of the Tal-War::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: looks back to the computer screen :: OPS: Have a seat, Lieutenant.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: nods and sits ::
SO_Lt_York: CNS: You have GOT to be kidding with me! ::doesn't know what to think as he sees her there...::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::returns to his readouts on the flight console::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: reaches up, scratching the scar across his cheek, then looks at the young woman ::
@ ACTION: The Ferengi ship appears to be in a fire fight with another ship.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::turns to face the science console:: SO: Look all I asked for is... OHMYGOD! What are YOU doing here?!
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: OPS: I have had a disturbing report, Mister Telgar. One that tells me that you were in Engineering at the time the murder happened....
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::notices the Ferengi in the firefight, and tries to get clarification on the other vessel::
SO_Lt_York: CNS: I happen to be the Science Officer, Ryn.....I can't believe this...::lets his words fade out::
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: waits patiently on the CIV ::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: SO: You can't call me that! I'm a superior officer... oh, wait... we're the same rank now...
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: OPS: Care to tell me why you were in Engineering?
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: Actually Sir, I was in Stellar Cartography at that time Sir.
SO_Lt_York: CNS: Alright....Lt. Solaa....just, never mind. Status report. ::stands to his feet and bows:: for your highness, is nothing...nada.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: raises an eyebrow :: OPS: Are you positive?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: SO: Well, that's good I guess...
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: Aye Sir. Deck 14, stellar cartography.
SO_Lt_York: CNS: No, that would be bad. ::sits back down, his mood grim::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: taps at the console, then turns it so she can see :: OPS: Is this your authorization code?
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @Self: Breen. The last thing we needed. Breen
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::makes slight changes in course::
SO_Lt_York: Self: This is insane.... ::tries to concentrate on his work::
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: furrows her brows :: CIV: It is....but...I didn't authorize that.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: SO: OH! I'm supposed to be at Operations... ::gets up and moves to the OPS console, all flustered because 1) she's not sure what's going on and 2) the man she had been avoiding for 10 months has reappeared in her life again...::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: turns the screen back around :: OPS: The records seem to contradict you... :: taps at the console again, pulling up Stellar Cartography's records ::
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::walks onto the bridge of the Cargo vessel:: CO: The doctor seems to have been able to help me slightly seems the extra exposure has MADE MATTERS WORSE FOR ME
SO_Lt_York: ::watches her as she stands up and moves to OPS.....she still looks just as beautiful as the last time he saw her::
OPS_Lt_Telgar: @Action: It appears that the Ferengi are no longer being attacked, but, are being towed by the Breen vessel.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ALL: Nothing on any channel so far...
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: Self: Hmmm... This isn't good....
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: It looks like the Breen have won. They are towing the Ferengi, and our ore
SO_Lt_York: ::tries to keep his attention on his work...but failing miserably, feels like his new life is going to tumble down::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::checks on the ETA to the wormhole::
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::sits down at flight control and checks there ETA to the wormhole::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Looks Wuer up and down:: CSO: The darker orange suits you better than the other shade
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: Sir, I swear, I was in Stellar Cartography.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: OPS: Seems you're correct. :: looks up :: Was anyone else there?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: Um, mister Flight Control Officer, how long until we get to the wormhole?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::feels retarded because she didn't bother to look at the crew manifest before reporting for Bridge duty::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::turns to look at the unfamiliar voice:: CNS: About 14 hours, give or take... and you are?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: Lieutenant Rynia Solaa. The new counselor. ::smiles::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Hopes that the Tal-War have noticed the breen as well::
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: Certainly Sir. Lt Stalt was there as well.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: OPS: Then we are no better off than we were before. Obviously someone got a hold of your codes and is trying to frame you.
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::smiles and returns to his console:: Self: Great a new counselor.
ACTION: The Tal-War picks up the fire fight as well.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: I don't know who would want to do that Sir.
SO_Lt_York: All: We have something on Long Range sensors.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: SO: Like what?
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::checks his navigation readout:: SO: Yeah, I got it as well.
SO_Lt_York: ::turns to Ryn....not liking that he has to report to her:: CNS: Weapons fire, it seems...I'm working on the energy signatures.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: I know it looks bad for me Sir, but, I swear I wouldn't do anything to harm this ship.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::looks at his hand:: CO: At least I can see my hand now, maybe I should send the rest of me orange to match
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: OPS: At ease. If you have a witness placing you in cartography, then you're clear.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: stands and begins to pace ::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: Self: :: audibly :: There has to be something we're missing....
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ALL: I'd better let the higher-ups know... *CIV*: Commander, we're detecting weapons fire.
SO_Lt_York: CNS: The energy signature is a large weapons discharge...two ships, unable to make out the details at this range.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Shakes her head slightly:: CSO: Can we get anymore out of the propulsion systems?
FCO_Lt_Foster: CNS: I just got an ID on one of the ships... it's the Captain's vessel.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: looks up to the OPS officer :: *CNS* Very well. I'm on my way.
MO_Ens_Cameron: *CIV* Commander, I've completed my report on Ensign Hammond.
SO_Lt_York: ::sees a third ship appear on the LRS's:: CNS: We have the Captain's ship on sensors as well.
SO_Lt_York: ::his console beeps:: All: Crap.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: stands and heads for the bridge ::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: exits onto the bridge ::
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @CO: We could possibly jettison the cargo hold, maybe cut off life support to the lower deck and re-route power
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: *MO* What have you got, Doctor?
SO_Lt_York: CIV: Commander! We have a problem.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: SO: What kind of problem, Mister York?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: SO: Okay, that's good news. FCO: Um, I still don't know your name Mister Flight Control, but um, full-speed towards the Captain's vessel.
MO_Ens_Cameron: *CIV* He was poisoned, sir. With Ricin.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Nods:: CSO: Give me a second while I make sure everyone is up on this deck
SO_Lt_York: CIV: The weapons signature says Breen....the larger vessel seems to be towing the smaller one now, and on a course that will take them to the Captain's ship.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Looks at internal sensors, and checks no-one is on the lower deck before sealing it::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: sighs at the MO's comment ::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: Lower deck sealed off
FCO_Lt_Foster: CNS: Already on it. ::plots an intercept course and engages at maximum warp:: And it's Foster, Bill Foster.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: *MO* Understood. I'll get back with you. Trelan out.
MO_Ens_Cameron: *CIV* Sir, there is something else you should know, as well.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::accesses controls for cargo hold docking clamps:: CO: We can jettison the cargo hold on your command... even with that I don't thing we can beat them to the wormhole, but we'll be able to keep up with them
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: pauses before closing the link :: *MO* Yes, Doctor?
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: Well, nice to meet you-- ::stops as she sees the commander come in::
MO_Ens_Cameron: *CIV* Although he served at OPS, he did spend some time in the tactical department. There's definitely a link here.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: Self: Dagva....
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: *MO* Seems that everyone this Ramart has murdered so far has been in tactical....
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: Nothing critical in the hold, right?
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: *MO* Thank you, Doctor. It's something to go on.
MO_Ens_Cameron: *CIV* Aye, sir.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: How long until we can get close to the ship?
SO_Lt_York: CIV: Sir, we have a positive match now. The larger ship is a Breen vessel, and it's towing a Ferengi ship. Seems the Ferengi marauder is damaged after the weapon's fire.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: listens to the Counselor and FCO ::
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @CO: Nope, everything we brought with us is up here... just rubbish that came with the ship I guess
FCO_Lt_Foster: CNS: I'm trying to work it out now... we're looking at two hours.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: SO: Understood....
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: Do it then
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: FCO: Let's retrieve the Captain first. Then we'll go from there. Get to the shuttle, fast as possible.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Looks again, dejectedly, at her orange arm, and realized that her command uniform is going to clash fabulously::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: Are you serious?! Two HOURS?!
FCO_Lt_Foster: CNS: Oh come on Lieutenant, it's the best I can do at maximum warp... what do you want me to do, get out and push?
SO_Lt_York: ::turns his chair:: CIV: Sir, it seems they are on an intercept course for the Captain....that...garbage scow won't stand a change against them.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::releases cargo hold:: CO: It jettisoned...
SO_Lt_York: ::hears Ryn.....and smiles a bit as she seems neurotic as usual::
CNS_Lt_Solaa: FCO: If that would help, then yes.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: FCO: If you have to, Mister Foster. I want us between that interceptor and that shuttle, yesterday.
SO_Lt_York: CIV: The Breen will intercept with the Captain's ship, ten minutes before we get there.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: SO: Will we be in weapons range?
OPS_Lt_Telgar: :: walks to her console and looks at the CNS :: CNS: I believe you have my seat. :: smiles ::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::shakes his head:: OPS: Sharra I need you to boost additional power to SIF and inertial dampeners... I'm gonna see how much more speed I can squeeze out of this tub.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: OPS: Oh, well you can have it back. ::smiles::
SO_Lt_York: CIV: Yes, but not fast enough, sir. They will still beat us to them.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CNS: Thanks. :: smiles :: FCO: You got it fly boy.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::steps out from behind the console and heads back to her seat in the middle::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: What's our ETA now?
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::checks sensors:: CO: Captain do you realize the Breen are headed back towards us?
SO_Lt_York: ::lets his eyes follow Ryn...but doesn't know what to say, or do::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::accesses controls for the warp engines and runs them at 110% while keeping a close eye on containment and cooling systems::
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: looks back to the FCO :: FCO: You need to squeeze those engines, Mister Foster. If the Breen ship reaches that shuttle and takes an interest in her, they won't have a chance in Val'halla of surviving.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: FCO: Rerouting power from non essential systems.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @CO: The Breen are going to be here in 1 hour and 50 minutes
FCO_Lt_Foster: CIV: I'm squeezing as hard as I'm willing to without causing a warp reactor overload.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Stops what she is doing, and looks at Wuer:: CSO: Towards us?
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: What are our defense systems like?
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: FCO: Then let's hope it's enough. :: sits in the command chair as he looks back to the screen ::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Looks down at the control panel, trying to find an ETA for the Tal-War to their position::
SO_Lt_York: CIV: Commander, if the core can handle this for another hour and fifty minutes, we will arrive in system at the same time as the Breen..let's hope it's enough.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: <TO_Forsythe> :: runs his hands over the Tactical console, preparing to bring the weapons online in anticipation of the next command :: CIV: Weapons coming online, Commander.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @CO: Captain.. we're pretty dead in the water weapons wise and I believe the Breen will reach before the Tal will get here
CNS_Lt_Solaa: CIV: So the Away Team is being chased by the Breen... do we know why?
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: SO: We'll find out.
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::regulates coolant, deuterium and antimatter flow as he makes slight course changes::
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: Toby, do you think we could back track long enough to keep the Breen away until the Tal arrive?
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @CSO: Could we change course towards the Tal, try and hide in her apron skirts so to speak?
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: CNS: I'm afraid not, Counselor.
SO_Lt_York: ::turns his chair around:: CIV: Would now not be a good time to call the Captain?
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: TO: As soon as we're in range, target the Breen ship, but don't fire until I give the order. We don't know if they're after the shuttle for sure, but I want to be prepared just in case.
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: We are within communications range Sir.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: <Forsythe> CIV: Aye, sir.
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @CO: That’s certainly an option Captain... do you want me to change course
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: :: stands :: OPS: Open a channel.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @::Nods at Wuer:: CSO: We are in no position to meet an enemy
OPS_Lt_Telgar: CIV: Aye Sir.
CIV_Cmdr_Trelan: Shuttle: CO: Tal-War to shuttle.
SO_Lt_York: ::lets his sight linger on Ryn again::
FCO_Lt_Foster: ::pushes the engines a little harder:: OPS:: Sharra, how are the inertial dampeners holding up? ::feels his console beginning to vibrate::
CSO_Lt_Wuer: @::re-corrects the ships course and puts them on a heading back towards the tal-War:: CO: Changing course now...
OPS_Lt_Telgar: FCO: For now, good.
CO_Cmdr_Jameson: @COM: Tal: This is...the garbage scowl.
SO_Lt_York: CIV: The Captain is heading towards us now.
CNS_Lt_Solaa: ::props her elbow on the armrest and puts her chin in her hand:: CIV: Hmm...
SO_Lt_York: CIV: Sir...the Captain's vessel changed course for us...but the Breen are still on their original course...seems they aren't that interested in that bucket of bolts.
ACTION: The Breen do not change course, but continues on it's current trajectory with the Ferengi vessel in tow.
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