Star Trek: Season 7 - Masquerade

[Meds]

Joseph sat on his bed attempting to remove one of his boots. After a good ten minutes it came off and along with it some soil and blood.
"Blood" thought D'Callan. He could not remember being injured during the simulation and so checked his foot. On closer examination he found that he had indeed received a small injury.

"Computer who is in the medical bay at the moment"

The computer chirped into life.

"NUrse Caine is currently in the main medical bay"

The name sounded familiar to D'Callan. Deciding that hobbling down to the mediacl ward dressed as a knight with only one boot was not the wisest of idea's he decided to shower and get changed first. Joseph had enjoyed the Camelot programme and felt secure in the knowledge that K'tan was not only a proud and fierce warrior but also, now a friend. He was also impressed with Dunn's performance and had come to the conclusion that K'Tans forwarding of Dunn's promotion was indeed a right one. He would speak to the Captain at the next briefing.

[Bryancd]

Ensign Dunn was in pain. He was chilled the bone even though he had been in the temperate climate of his quarters for almost thirty minutes. His holodeck costume lay in a pile in a corner of his cabin, providing the small room with a very distinctive and pungent odor. His arms and legs felt sore and fatigue in the extreme. He had though he had kept up his physical regimen but clearly there was no substitute for the real thing...or even the simulated real thing.

He limped his way towards the sonic shower. As the warmth of the shower embraced his haggard body, he thought back upon the day in the holodeck and how much he had learned about his new superior officers. His previous experience aboard the Tiberius had taught him valuable lessons regarding his posting to the Security Department. Now he knew for certain he was part of the finest security team in Starfleet and he allowed the feeling of pride to wash away the pain.

[X]

Aria James lay quietly on her bed, her body still tingling from the sonic shower. She had been mentally reviewing her actions in the training simulation and those of the others around them. While not exactly as she had thought it would go, the unnecessary duplicity did yield expected results. She did not have a solid understanding on the decision making process of a klingon nor could she begin to question how the decision making process of a human, that had been raised by klingons, functioned.

She understood the concepts of honor, but not the necessity of glory. Did the idea of glory in defeating an enemy that by all accounts might be an ally influence the decision making process?

"Computer, please play random song from the vulcan reformation period." She said.

She also had to question her own actions and those of her fellow teammates. While some took the actions to be a training event, few had actually maintained their character for the duration of the exercise. Had they been on an actual mission, their slips could have gotten themselves or another killed.

She was guilty of this breach of character numerous times in the holodeck. She should have stayed true to the motivation of her character. She should have been stronger when she was restrained. There were so many things that she should have done better.

There were positives from the adventure as well. She loved the way that the new length to her hair accented her face and felt on her shoulders. She would need to get it properly styled, but it was a pleasing new look for her.

She would also need to find a way to bridge the gap between the lack of technology and the ability to provide adequate medical care while on the surface. With or without technology, the biological needs of the crew would remain the same. The technology that they had often taken for granted would be reduced to scalpels and forceps at best. Dermal regenerators would have to be replaced by healing salves or balms. Medicines would more than likely be administered orally without a hypospray to assist. There would be many adjustments that she needed to make to do her part on the mission.

Even with all of the medical thoughts filling her head, she couldn't help but return her thought to the anomaly that was the tactical officer. She needed more information about him before she could decide how best to deal with him.

[Bryancd]

K'arath strode down the corridor towards Main Engineering. He still wore the Ranger costume from the holodeck simulation. He was rather enjoying the feel of the natural fabrics and smell of leather, it reminded him of the traditional Klingon warrior uniform worn aboard all ships of the Empire. His was stored in his quarters and he never found an appropriate time to don it. Shame. A passing crew member passed by, his eye's wide in suprise. K'arath realized his b'atleth still hung on his back.

He burst into Engineering and found the room very quiet, a few of his crew monitoring the various systems. The warp core was still there, K'arath thought, that's a good sign! A pair of legs were sticking out from underneath a consol. He did so enjoy startling this young man.

"Lieutenant TOOK!"

The sound of Took's head making contact with the bottome of the consol reverberated through Main Engineering as he tried to scramble to his feet. K'arath reached out a hand to help the man up.

"Sir!" Took said, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry sir, I didn't see you come in and thought you and the senior staff would be gone longer in the simulation. I took the opportunity to run a level 3 diagnostic of the main sensor array."

"Indeed. And..?" K'arath prompted.

"Well sir, I know the planet's geology will prevent orbital scans, but I thought if I could somehow increase sensitivity at the extreme ends of the spectrum, we may be able to have very limited visual contact with the surface and better be able to monitor the away team."

"Excellent,Lieutenant," K'arath was most pleased.

[iceman]

Dr. Peterson left the holodeck and headed towards sickbay his forehead was caked in dry blood from his holodeck encounters and his right arm was a little swollen. He figured a quick pass with the dermal regenerator should fix him up just fine.

Casey entered the sickbay only to find it was fully packed with waiting crew lined up to get their mandatory physicals out of the way. Without hesitation he quickly picked up a medical tricorder and proceded to the closest crewmember and began to take his preliminary scans.

[Geekyfanboy]

Joint post Jen & Startrekfanatic5

The first officer stepped through the door and made her inquiry in a voice cloaked in a thin veil of stoicism, "Captain, has something happened?"

Quinn looked up from his monitor and motioned for her to sit down. The Vulcan cautiously made her way to the chair and lowered herself into it as he cleared his throat, "The have found Captain Bell."

Sevryll could not mask the shock as her face transitioned to reflect the unwanted emotion. Two years prior, on the Tiberius' maiden voyage, Captain Bell had vanished leaving Commander Nathan Quinn and Lieutenant Commander Sevryll in command of the vessel. Bell's first mission had involved an alien race that toyed with the ship like a predator before a kill. It released its grip on Tiberius only to take its commander as its prey.

"They don't know what happened, he's currently at Starfleet Medical in some sort of coma. They are trying everything, but nothing has revived him yet."

She managed to form the words that asked the expected questions.

"That's the strange part, he was left at Starfleet Medical. A nurse was making her rounds and noticed a man lying in what was suppose to be a vacant room. Come to find out he was our missing Captain. They said they would keep me informed if his condition changes. I guess all we can do is wait and hope he comes out of his coma."

Sevryll recalled her subspace communications with the Englishman while she still served aboard the Anasazi. He had been trying to recruit her for month. During that time, she learned that he was a tenacious man who didn't take no for an answer. It wasn't until two years later, after her husband revealed whom he really was, that she accepted Gilbert Bell's offer to serve as his Chief Science Officer. Unbeknownst to the former Commander of the Tiberius, he had offered a welcome distraction from her marital strife in addition to a career advancement.

Sevryll had only known him for a short while, but in that time she had grown to respected him greatly... His sudden disappearance marked a difficult period in the Tiberius's short life. And the scar she bore from the event was one that she expected to carry for her entire life.

Quinn and Sevryll sat quietly for a few minutes before Quinn spoke, "We should be arriving at Starbase 35 in two hours. Please prepare our guests for their departure, we will not be staying long." Sevryll stood, gave Quinn a nod and exited the ready room.

[Meds]

The old man stood in rags his arms outstretched and he was screaming. The sound echoed through the cave. His eyes open wide and darted from side to side. Spinning round he turned to a body on the floor.

"You dare to question me?"

The decomposing face of the body looked up at him.

"Answer me you fool"

The old man began to laugh and turned back towards the entrance of the cave and waited.

[X]

Aeric looked across the scattered PADDs on his desk and smiled. The Arabella was performing well within the performance specifications that the team had expected. The new reactors allowed the ship to produce far more power than others of her size, but that was neutralized by the many upgrades to the other systems. In the end, she would only have fifteen to twenty-five percent more power to play with than a standard Intrepid with all systems active.

If he were a composer, the Aurora, Corona, and Arabella would be his greatest symphonies.

"Computer, send message to science department. They will have a three hour window with the lateral sensors for their project. Inform the astrometrics lab that they will have full access to the forward sensors to plot best course to destination once we arrive at the starbase. Transmit."

He had been reviewed the request by the tactical department for sensor access and power to run weapons diagnostics. That was an easy request to grant.


It was just another day in operations, but it was a day that made the ship feel more like home.

[Jen]

Sickbay saw an increase in crewmen coming for their mandatory physicals.  It was funny how many officers were procrastinators. The Trill chuckled to herself as she closed her tricorder and approached the next patient, "Well, at least they don't dally when it comes to their duties." She glanced up to see Myella talking with Doctor Peterson. He had come to help and from the looks of him, he hadn't scrubbed down in quite a while. Ryla shook her head, 'workaholic ', she thought.

"Thank you for coming by Ensign," said Drett as she dismissed the woman who sat on the biobed and then made her way over to the Chief Medical Officer. Ryla grimaced at the dry blood on his medieval garments, "Doctor Peterson, forgive me for being blunt... but you look like a butcher and you smell like one too. It's not very sanitary. Don't worry, Myella and I can handle things until you come back." Doctor Drett fanned her hand past her nose as if to waft the odor away, "If I were your doctor, I would prescribe a sonic shower to remedy the situation." The Trill let loose a friendly giggle and left the Petersons for her next patient. Myella smiled up at her husband as the Trill cast a wry grin over her shoulder at them, "she's right Casey." He started to speak but she put a hand up to shoosh him, "If you want a second opinion, I'm afraid all I can provide is a verification of her diagnosis," She laughed.

[wraith1701]

As he strode towards sickbay for his medical appointment, K'Tan activated his PADD and  reviewed the message traffic from the previous shift.  He was pleased to note that the Chief of Opps had approved his request for sensor access and power to run weapons diagnostics; he had a pet theory involving re-sequencing the emitters on the ship's main phaser arrays, which would hopefully extend their range without negatively affecting accuracy or power output. 

The Lt. Commander tapped his combadge.

"K'Tan to Lt. Otak."

"Otak here," came the reply.

"Commander James has approved our sensor and power request," K'Tan continued.    "Inform the phaser tech and support team that we will meet for a preliminary briefing in exactly three hours."

"Understood, Sir" the Lt. replied.

K'Tan tapped his badge again, severing the connection.  As he drew near sickbay, he unconsciously slowed his pace.  He thought back on his brief time spent working with James at the Vulcan Fleet Yard.  The commander is quite impressive, he thought.  James had an uncanny grasp of ship design and power systems.  Many of the ideas he had incorporated into the design of the Arabella were quite revolutionary, and would no doubt become the standard for many future ship frames.  K'Tan was eager to explore the potential of those systems.  But first, he had to endure his appointment with the medical department. 

On the bright side, at least I might get he chance to see Dr. Drett, he thought with a smile.   

[X]

Aria bowed to her father as they completed their weekly training session. Her adventure on the holodeck had tested her natural combat skills and she had enjoyed that. She couldn't read the action of a hologram like she could those of an organic mind and it was in those moments and the combat with her father that she felt herself being pushed.

"You're getting much better Aria." Aeric said to his daughter. "I'm very impressed with the style that you are developing."

Aria beamed. "I've been spending some of my off hours studying various cultures and their combat techniques. I'm attempting to incorporate those that work best into my personal combat style."

"You seem to be moving on instinct more these days, it's harder to counter you." He said. "We might need to find you some new opponents."

"Perhaps we should see if we can get some of the other crew members into some hand to hand training sessions. It might come in handy during the away mission." Aria suggested.

"You have anyone in mind?"

"There are a few people that could benefit from additional training." She said and pulled the clip from her hair to let it fall. "There are others that could use the time to learn perspective on their potential and abilities."

Aeric nodded. "I'll ask around, but we need to get out of here so that we're not late for dinner with Beth."

[iceman]

Peterson Left sickbay and headed for his cabin on deck 2, he entered his cabin and proceeded to disrobe out of his medieval costume. He was glad to remove the leather armour he had been wearing for hours. His arms and legs were covered with large bluish green bruises from his battles on the Holder. Casey stepped into the shower and was glad to have the grime removed off his skin.

He quickly dressed into a fresh Uniform and proceeded to sickbay to have his scrapes and bruises attended to and help with the remaining physicals that still needed to be done

[institches]

Spring Farmer bent over her work, blending chemicals to create new scents. She had been assigned to create "scent-packets" once they reached their objective. Each member of the away team would be given a packet. This might not be Fertillier, but every planet had a scent profile and every indigenous life-form knew it. They would be better able to blend in to the poplulation if they smelled right. There was no way to know what the local smells would be like, but Spring felt practice was required.

In the biologics lab, she had replicated a Fertillian scent-easel, similar to the finger-paints used by Earth children. The scent-easel was deceptively simple to operate, consisting of palletes of scent-cone base. The base made a scent semi-permanent. It was up to the individual to use the various bases to create a fragrance, and personalize it with his own musk. It was one of the first toys Fertillian children received, yet the same as that used by Fertillier's greatest artists. Mackie had augmented her pallette with a variety of chemicals from the replicator.

Only an hour into her experiments, Commander Sevryll, in her capacity as Chief Science officer, had forcefully requested she move to an unused lab on Deck Six, due to the 'pungent nature of her workload.'"

Now Spring was trying her hand at duplicating Aria's personal scent, an interesting Vulcan smell, similar to Sevryll's, but subtly machine-like. The smell was not dissimilar to that of a Vulcan who had been rescued from the Borg.

She didn't like working alone and was relieved when her comm-badge gave off a minty beep. "Drett to Ensign Farmer." Spring acknowleged and Ryla continued. "We have something to talk about."

Spring smiled and raised her eyebrows while continuing to focus on her work. "Really?"

"You still need your physical. I think you should make it a," she emphasized the last three words: "Medical priority one."

Spring's smile vanished and the ozone scent of irritation suffused her work area. "Acknowleged. Let me know when sick bay is empty."

There was a pause. Ryla's voice betrayed a tone of concern. "Okay. Drett out."

[Omra]

Joint post Omra and Just X

Rina and Korridan sat on the floor of the shuttle bay, their tools slayed about them.  They were nearly finished with the initial install of the 'Infiltration System' on the runabout Tiberius.  Rina looked over to Korridan and shook herhead, "This isn't going to work you know..."  He looked from her to the installation and back to her, and gave her a questioning facial gesture.  She laughed, "No I mean using this," pointing to their work, "as an excuse to avoid having your physical."

Korridan groaned and hung his head, running grimy fingers through his salt and pepper hair.  Rina's voice was comforting yet stern, "Look I appreciate your dedication to our work, in fact I can not remember a time on any of my postings when things ran so smoothly," her voice took a firmer tone,"because we are well ahead of schedule; NOW is the time to get this out of the way." 

Korridan just looked at her impassively.  Rina smirked, "before something unforeseen crops up and throws us for a loop..."  He blinked but his face was still bare of emotion.  Rina sighed, "I can button her up just fine without you, now go; I won't be offended... really."  He looked down to his tools. 

Rina smiled, "I'll put those away for you."  He looked like a puppy being kicked outside into the cold night air.  She shoved him, "Go already!"  He fell over like a cheap toy, lying on his side, "Ow, now I have to go... I'm wounded."

She shook her head chuckling at his reluctance, "what is your problem?"  He groaned, "I just got out of a Vulcan Hospital a month ago, I am not keen on being poked and prodded again."  He got up and dusted himself off, "Can't they just pull my file?" 

She smirked, "Its not my call, I run Shuttlebays, not Sick Bays."  She made a shooing gesture, "now go, or I'll call your fiesty little friend from security here," she got a wicked grin on her face, "and have her drag you there."

He smiled and said, "I bet you would too..."  They laughed as he exited the bay.

[Jen]

A Joint post by Jen and Just X

Commander Sevryll aided her father as Sareth, Aria, Aeric, Beth and the twins stepped off the transporter pad on Starbase 35.  Her father's color had returned during his time on Vulcan, yet he still required aid when moving about. In a muttered slur, Krell whispered to his daughter as he leaned on her arm. She responded in a voice that was inaudible to the others. A single brow was hoisted in curiosity as Doctor Sareth glanced to Aria and then back to her husband and daughter who shuffled ahead.

The transport that Sevryll helped her father aboard would soon ferry her parent's to Earth, where Sareth would resume her position at Starfleet Academy and her father Krell, would enter a rehabilitation center. Many of the patients at the facility were POWs, tortured by Cardassians during the Dominion War. Sevryll was informed that the physicians there were familiar with Romulan interrogation tactics, and would be capable of aiding her father in his recovery.



The transport Krell and Sareth would be taking to Earth, was a standard long-range runabout that had been modified with medical support for the voyage. Crewmembers scurried around the runabout and the others that were being received into the bay or departing from it. While it was not as roomy or fast as a starship, the Danube class would be efficient for their needs. As per the commander's request, a stripped down version of the EMH, that would be able to address her father's illness, had been uploaded into the computer core. Automation would handle many of the primary functions for their trip and allow them the independence to return to earth.



Aeric looked over the vessel and confirmed that the basics of the modifications were operational. He would have liked to give the ship a through exam, but he had to trust the talent of the crew that readied the vessel. "She's been cleared for flight at your leave."


"I would like to verify the medical support before you depart." Aria added. She had no objections to the work that the crew put in, but a second set of eyes would not cause any harm.

Krell made the Vulcan equivalent to a harrumph, at hearing the fuss Aria made for his benefit. "Superfluous," he uttered in garbled Modern Golic. Sevryll favored Aria with an apologetic glance before reassuring her father in their native tongue.


Her cloned daughter smiled at her grandfather's crabbiness before initiating a mental link with the  vessel's computer core, and quickly examined the replicator database for the inclusion of the proper medications. She also examined the EMH to ensure that it was trained to handle concerns in changes to her grandfather's condition. She nodded to herself at the acceptable programming and then headed for the guest cabin.

"I believe that everything is in working order," Aria said to the gathered as her father entered the room behind her.


Aeric stood quietly as he initiated a transfer navigational charts and data from the Aurora's computers to the runabout. "You have a good ship here and I trust that it will get you to earth quickly. May your journey be uneventful."

Sevryll's mother nodded her head in thanks as her husband grunted the same. He then flicked his gaze to Sevryll. "Bone of my bone...heart of my heart," he managed to whisper to his daughter. The old diplomat struggled to lift his hand in the ancient Vulcan gesture, but his body would not cooperate. Sevryll gently split the fingers of his trembling hand and replied with a wistful,  "Peace and long life, father." His quavering expression struggled to maintain an impassive expression as his daughter continued, "May you obtain inner peace." Sevryll inclined her head to her mother as the traditional blessing was bestowed upon her once more.

The grip of M'ryann's small hand called her mother from her reverie as the runabout carrying Krell and Sareth departed Starbase35. Sevryll glanced down at the small girl, and presented a diminutive smile for the child's benefit, "The Arabella is waiting. We should not keep her long. " She said softly.