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    #91
     –  Last edited by Asteropax; 5 Days Ago.
    USS Ares
    Security Office - Briefing Room


    Captain Teriir felt as though he were a third wheel in the conversation he was having with the present Tactical and Security officers. Lt. Commander Tarquin and Lieutenant Locke were on a viewscreen across from him, listening in on the back and forth as well. Lieutenants Chase and Frost, the two officers arguing, were on opposite sides of him around the table projecting maps of both Nausicaan bases. They’d gained a lot of information from both the debris and his interrogation of the Nausicaan prisoner they had. On the decision of what to do with it, there was a difference of opinion which drowned out everyone else.

    He would turn his gaze one way and then the other. Frost was aggressive and eager to hit the Nausicaan bases with everything they had. He wanted to use lightning fast attacks to wear them down, using the confusion to save the captives and capture their leaders. Chase was calling for caution, wanting them to take their time and learn about all of the possible variables before striking at the Mountain base. He wanted them to focus solely on the captives and force the leaders to stand down once their only trump cards were absent. Teriir had problems with both their plans, as one risked heavy casualties and the other relied solely on timetables, subterfuge, and a lengthy campaign.

    “Look, we hit them hard and fast,” Frost commented, pointing at the mountain base, “An attack from the south will divert their forces away from their encampment and a shuttle can pick up the captives.”

    “There’s no way to guarantee all of these captives will be at the base when the shuttle lands,” Chase pointed out, “Besides, there are too many for one shuttle to get out at once. Pulling them away from the base and then beaming them out a group at a time will be more efficient and safer.”

    “You going to let him take that?” Lieutenant Kurts, who stood at Teriir’s shoulder remarked quietly. As the argument had gone on, he’d subtly encouraged the two to keep going, clearly amused by everything. The Captain sighed and observed as he continued typing in a message on the terminal he was standing next to.

    “You’re seriously suggesting using the transporters when there are numerous Kelbonite formations in the area?” Frost shot back, “That mineral is a natural transport inhibitor! The Nausicaan base is setup right where there is a gap in it so your beaming people out will alert them straight away. They’ll start killing people; are you trying to save them or unwittingly cause a massacre?”

    “Oh, and your plan to deploy all of our shuttles, packed with 1/2 of the available Security officers, and charge their leader’s compound on the Island base is better?” Chase snapped, “We’ll lose a third of the shuttles just trying to get there! How are you going to take it and the Mountain base simultaneously?”

    “ENOUGH!” Teriir had enough and slammed his fist against the table. He felt his hand cry out in pain as the holographic projections blurred for a second from the shock of the impact. Seeing he had their attention, he continued more softly, “There are more options than what the two of you are offering.”

    “Spoilsport,” Kurts complained mischeviously. Teriir blinked for a second as the officer stepped away from the table, “Now that you’ve had your fun, I have to see about a shuttle.”

    “Wait, what?” Frost glanced around in surprise, “We aren’t done planning everything out yet!”

    Chase muttered something about their argument being planning but Teriir’s attention was on Kurts. The officer tossed over his shoulder as he walked out of the room, “Oh, I know; I’ve got other stuff to take care of.”

    As the others looked at each other, Teriir wished Lieutenant Kenny had been able to join them. He was aware she was good at helping plan operations like this, having participated in six rescue operations over the last 2 years. However, he was allowing her to attend to some personal business with a call to her husband who lived on Caldik Prime. With her announcement this morning, she brought the number of expectant mothers aboard the Ares to 10. This was a much larger count than he would’ve initially thought but on reflection it was actually quite accurate. Many of the crew on the ship were younger, there were a lot of families aboard the ship, and it was an understatement to say some of them had very tender goodbyes to loved ones.

    I’ll have to tell Engineering to expand the play area and nursery soon,” he thought to himself, Thankfully, the adjacent rooms are unoccupied so that won’t be too big of an issue. We have plenty of quarters available for later as we’re expecting a few more officers to join us from the Lakota and then at Deep Space 3.”

    He managed to push the thoughts aside and checked the messages Kurts had sent. He smiled before clearing the terminal and looked up at the officers in attendance, “The Mountain base needs to be our priority as that is where the captives are. Although we know where they are being kept, in this alcove above a cave system, we need to know more about the terrain. I want you to talk to Wakoro to see if he has any information on paths and ‘backdoors’ the Nausicaans may not know about.”

    “We can take care of the Island base later,” Teriir raised his hand to prevent Chase and Frost from starting to speak again, “Right now, our scans verify everything that was gained in the earlier interrogation; the shield prevents us from beaming in and they have defences which makes it almost impossible to send shuttles in without casualties.”

    (( TAG: Tarquin ))

    “An orbital strike is out of the question in this case,” he shook his head as he responded, “The planet has seen enough punishment from that as it is. We don’t want to make it worse.”

    (( TAG: Tarquin ))

    “Good idea,” Teriir approved the suggestion, “The scouts in the mountains may also learn about potential patterns in the Nausicaan’s security we can exploit.”

    He shot the officers one last look and then stepped back, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to the planning here. I would like to see what you find over the next few days.”

    As he headed out the door, Teriir thought through his knowledge of Lieutenant Kurts’ role aboard the ship. With the Ares heading into unknown territory, Starfleet Command had given the ship a team of officers from a unit that was made during the height of the Dominion War. Its role was essentially the same as the old United Earth’s Military Assault Command Operations, or MACO, in providing extra muscle in possible ground engagements. Unlike the old unit, these officers participated as Tactical or Security officers on a regular basis and their role in the team was not to be broadcast among the crew; only the Captain, First Officer, and Chief Tactical Officer were to know who’d been assigned to Phoenix Team. Kurts was the team leader. He knew he would have to fill Lt. Commander Tarquin in on this later.

    The messages the team leader left on his terminal was a plan to take out the Nausicaan’s Island base. Using the ship’s Argo, the Phobos, they would enter orbit above the base and space jump past the shield. Once they landed, they would disable or destroy the shield and weapon emplacements. They would then proceed to beam out after marking the Nausicaan leaders at the base with Isoliniar Tags so the Ares could beam them directly to the brig. It was a good plan but Teriir wanted to see them off first, both to make sure they had everything they needed and to clear them for departure.

    “Before I do that, I better get to the medical bay and get my hand seen to,” He murmured to himself, cradling his left hand in the process. He’d struck the table a lot harder than he intended and must’ve broken a finger.

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    #92
     –  Last edited by Allan Hood; 5 Days Ago.
    USS Ares
    Deck 16 – Main Engineering

    Attachment 9636
    Hood loved Engineering. The heart and soul of the ship. Though the ship's many science labs felt like second homes, Engineering was the life of the ship.

    If this planet was to be saved, Engineering was the last step in the planet's salvation. Anything that was to be made practical in the science labs had to be processed and implemented through Engineering.

    There was a slight clash between the mindsets of his science team and the engineering teams. Hood's science teams were more open to suggestions, open to experimentation; not limiting themselves to what was written in stone. Whereas, the engineers, with a few scientists in heart, generally speaking, seemed to favor more practical applications. They did not seem to have their "heads in a cloud" as the science team. The engineers seemed to be more practical, looking at what can be done and what could not be done. They focused more on the how’s and not so much on the why’s.

    The Ops personnel seemed to be running as ambassadors between the engineers and visiting science teams. They ran the science errands that the engineers would not touch and vice versa. They worked as the common middle ground between the two divisions. They were often found between an engineering officer and a science officer, talking to both.

    Hood leaned heavily on the master systems display, otherwise known as “the pool table.” He was admitting more and more how much he disliked dealing with radiation, despite his J. Bruce Award in Radiobiology. Nowadays, Temporal, Quantum and Relativistic Mechanics, Warp Field Theory, and Exoarchaeology have not been in demand, as they once were.

    Hopefully, Ares will see the end of that, Hood often thought to himself.
    An indicator light flashed on his status board. Max brought up the information and saw that a sensor palate had just went offline.
    - Mr. Hood, I'm reading that we have a sensor palate offline. Can you confirm?
    “Standby,” Hood said, snapping back to reality. He checked and rechecked the master system display. “Everything’s checking out on my end down here. We’ll check for anything out of the ordinary with some sensor diagnostics, as we progress. I’ll keep you posted.”
    Max grimaced.
    - That's strange. Must've been a false indicator.
    He then went over his entire console. No other alarms or indicators were going off, so he thought it was just a one-off thing.
    Dorvan V
    Main Settlement


    Earlier...
    The woman back peddled inside, leading Hood through the meter high opening, almost crawling. Inside, their home was decorated with colorful rugs, baskets, and wall hangings. A fire burned in the center. Blowguns, bows and arrows, animal traps, nets to catch fish, and spears leaned on the walls around the interior.
    Hood joined the elderly Dorvanian around the fire in the center of the home. There did not seem to be any electrical power being used. He wrestled with the temptation to activate his tricorder to verify, but, did not want to risk insulting the family after being invited in their home.

    As they sat around the fire, the matriarch offered Hood their food. Hood inadvertently hesitated as he sampled the wild Dorvanian meat, Terran and Dorvanian corn and bean bread, Terran pumpkins and sweet potato and dried Dorvanian fruit, knowing how contaminated it was with radiation, both visually and from previous sensor scans outside the residence.

    Hood noticed sacks of food stored in a loft above their heads.

    “Our fruit is dried by the sun,” the elderly woman said. “All of our fruit is peeled and cut in small pieces, then hung to dry outside on the pole scaffold, before storing it.”

    “We belong to the Ani-Yunwiya, the ‘principal people,’ the old man said, suddenly sitting down next to his wife, to Hood’s surprise. “We belong to the Wild Potato Clan. We lived around the American Great Lakes and first encountered European invaders in the southeast, almost eight hundred years ago. By then, we lived mostly in the Great Appalachian Valley. Diseases brought by the Spaniards, and their animals, decimated our people.

    “Six forts were built by the invaders, near Nikwasi, Estatoe, Tugaloo, Conasauga, and Kituwa…our homes. We struck back at the invaders in Florida. Governor James Moore of South Carolina had a goal to “set upon, assault, kill, destroy, and take captive as many” of my people as possible.

    “In spite of all of this, the Ani-Yunwiya were the most populous and powerful,” the elder continued with sadness and pride. “We fought with the Chickasaw and British against the Shawnee and the French. We fought alongside the Yamasee, Catawba, and British against the Tuscarora in the Second Tuscarora War, beginning our migration to the north. We were allies with the English through most of the 18th century.

    “Again, the invaders brought their diseases,” the lady elder added. “Smallpox epidemics broke out, killing nearly half of our people. Hundreds of my people committed suicide due to the disease’s disfigurement of those the invaders infected.

    Hood was captivated by his surroundings, the food, and their voices. There was desperate need for understanding, a respect that seemed long forgotten or underappreciated. Was the elderly couple blaming Hood or his ancestors? Or, was the couple simply telling their family's history? Or, both?
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    #93
     –  Last edited by LogicalLeopard; 4 Days Ago.
    Dorvan V
    Grid 15



    2K3R0ng


    After taking a breath, Teriir began giving out instructions, “We’ll have the two in the brig in just a minute. Have your people check out the surrounding area for anything which may explain their ambush. Be careful in case they left some surprises and traps behind. Whatever caused the sensors to fail must be solved now; we have intel here which suggests that gap was there for an hour.”
    "Aye, sir." As the communication channel terminated, Biiqs cast a scowl toward the woods, pondering the Captain's words.

    "Tarquin to Thames, report to Grid 15. We need a prisoner extraction. Land outside of the wall and stand by for further orders." Biiqs then activated Security Channel Alpha, which was open to all ground parties. "Tarquin to Movement teams Alpha and Gamma, report to Grid 15 immediately."

    After the officers arrived, he briefed them quickly, along with Bravo and Delta. A force was sent out to sweep the woods carefully, being mindful of Naausican traps. Biiqs knew that they frequently employed explosive devices and other nasty things to cover their retreats. A second, smaller force was sent to recover the Nausicaans that were near the wall and inside of the transporter inhibitor network, and load them aboard the Thames for transport. At this point, the brig on the Ares was better than any holding he arranged planetside, especially due to the direness of the current situation.

    The operations concluded successfully, with the search parties finding and successfully disarming a few Naausican explosives that were hastily deployed. It seemed like the raid was at least pre-planned, but carried out rapidly. Biiqs assisted in the capture and transfer of the Nausicaans near the wall himself, who would probably wake up with severe headaches. A low yield photon grenade was a nasty thing to encounter. A chief with combat medic experience evaluated them as stable - he wouldn't involve medical personnel in such a dangerous situation, even under guard. After the Thames lifted off and transported the prisoners safely to the brig, Biiqs held a quick meeting with Locke in his makeshift office at the Embassy.

    -------------------------------------

    "Sabotage?" Locke had a deep frown etched into his face.

    "My leading theory, right now," replied Biiqs. "There's simply no discernable, plausible reason that sensors on both the Thames and the Ares would go dark at the same time, other than sabotage. If the Naausicans got their hands on some Dominion cloaking tech, it would have been possible, but they wouldn't have turned it off as soon as they got to the tree line, and six separate devices wouldn't have failed simultaneously. And I don't think the Naausicans somehow got their hands on some sort of advanced technology that could induce a sensor blind strong enough to confuse military grade sensors, yet also not register as a jam. Ensign Malin's initial report matches what the Captain told me. Sensors down for an hour. The only way you can do that is by hacking into the systems on both starships from the outside, which is next to impossible, or a an agent on the inside. It's unconscionable that a Starfleet Officer would commit such an act, but I'm not seeing many other options."

    "I...I think there's something you should know, sir." Locke took a deep breath and continued, "We've had something similar happen before. Shortly before arriving at Dorvan V, we repelled an attack by a pair of Orion interceptors. It just...the timing of it seemed odd. And we later detected evidence of an unauthorized message being transmitted. We weren't able to track down exactly where it came from, or what the message said due to battle damage. It was a chaotic time. The Captain died, and we're onto our next mission here."

    "I see..." Biiqs took a moment to digest this information. "I think we need to prepare ourselves for the possibility that the saboteur is in the Security Division. Either that, or Engineering or possibly Operations. The latter two would have the expertise to pull off such a thing, and of course, Security personnel would have the access and the best chance of covering something like this up."

    "But who? Do you think Watson..."

    Biiqs shook his head to dismiss the idea. "No...when I boarded the Thames, Watson was so upset, he looked like he had accidentally killed my dog and slapped my mother. Either he was genuinely disturbed, or he's a better actor than Anton Karidian. Besides, Lieutenant, we can't start looking at each other that way. That's a sure way to pollute an investigation." Biiqs rubbed the ridge on his forehead in thought. "It's possible that we can devise a way to flush out the culprit. Disseminate some false information to different parties, and see what gets back to the Nausicaans. At the end of the day, Nausicaans want profit, and if we dangle a sufficiently attractive parsnip in front of them, they might bite."

    Locke's brow furrowed in confusion "You mean carrot, sir?"

    Biiqs shook his head. "Our horses liked parsnips more than carrots. But if the parsnip doesn't work, there's always the stick."

    -------------------------

    Later, Biiqs and Locke sat in the temporary office at the Embassy, patched in on a secure channel to the Ares. Biiqs watched the interchange between Frost and Chase with great interest...and silence. It was an invaluable opportunity to get to know two of the more senior officers in the department thought and behaved. He didn't miss Kurts' obvious delight, even if he couldn't make out his words to the captain. For a moment, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he recalled the advice that he gave Locke about leaping to conclusions about officers.

    “We can take care of the Island base later,” Teriir raised his hand to prevent Chase and Frost from starting to speak again, “Right now, our scans verify everything that was gained in the earlier interrogation; the shield prevents us from beaming in and they have defences which makes it almost impossible to send shuttles in without casualties.”
    "Well, Captain....it's awfully tempting to just smash through the shields of that base from orbit. If this was the Dominion War, there wouldn't be any issue. But the energy wash in the area...."

    “An orbital strike is out of the question in this case,” he shook his head as he responded, “The planet has seen enough punishment from that as it is. We don’t want to make it worse.”
    Biiqs nodded in acknowledgement. "I thought about that concerning Grid 15. I have never hated a collection of trees more in my life, and wanted to have the Thames raze the area, but of course...that's not exactly permissable, considering the spiritual beliefs of the population."

    "It seems to me the most prudent and necessary course of action is to get those townspeople out of Nausicaan hands. And the best way to do that is to get more information as to the disposition of the hostages. I'm not sure if you ever used crawlers during the War, sir? Small probes, rigged to look like local insects or animals, with a very low energy profile. They can go into places and scout, mapping the area and gathering intel on the individuals within, then return to their handlers for download, instead of sending a transmission. Or feed live data back on low frequencies. Nausicaan "security" focuses more on repelling attacks than detecting low level transmissions - there'd be no reason to them to scan for that in this situation. Engineering could probably knock some up for us quickly. We can send in a small squad of officers with scouting experience to deploy them, combined with a local guide.

    “Good idea,” Teriir approved the suggestion, “The scouts in the mountains may also learn about potential patterns in the Nausicaan’s security we can exploit.”
    Biiqs nodded in response. "That will go a long way toward ensuring the safety of the hostages."

    After the call concluded, Biiqs turned to Locke. "I'm going to need you on the Ares. There is a lot going on, and we can't afford to have any internal issues interfering with these delicate operations. You're the best man to keep an eye on things from the ship."

    "I understand, sir. I'll let you know if I find out anything further concerning the saboteur."

    Biiqs had no doubt that he would. In the short time he'd known him, Locke demonstrated that he had good instincts, and the dogged determination that made a good security chief. They'd need all of those talents and more to prevent their mystery spy from causing mayhem at the wrong time.


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    USS Ares
    Medical Bay


    “Ow!” Teriir yanked his hand back from Doctor Riley as he ran an osteogenic stimulator over the fractured pinky finger and pisiform on his left hand, “Careful, Doc! I need this hand!”

    “Hold still and you’ll keep it,” the Doctor replied as he reached out to take his hand again.

    As Riley started working again, a soft cough made Teriir look away. Mell was standing next to him, gazing at him with an amused look on her face. She lifted a PADD in her hand up and began speaking to him, “Dyrell Teriir. Born aboard the starship Anastasia on Stardate: 33653.0. Known to have Tomophobia.”

    “Nurse, I do not have a fear of surgical procedures,” he replied indignantly. The nurse raised an eyebrow at him, making him slump a little, “Okay, yeah I do.”

    Mell nodded matter of factly after rolling her eyes. He knew she already knew this as she was very keen on remembering details of the various patients she’d treated. Teriir guessed she’d been reviewing his medical records to see what he’d been up to since they got separated. He couldn’t help but notice her hands were shaking slightly, likely from her holding back from speaking to him openly. She continued after scrolling down further, “Judging from all of the medical reports on combat wounds, you've lived a very tough life. Two cases listed here are very significant; the first being a shoulder wound which hasn’t fully healed since it was received at the First Battle of Chin'Toka. The other is the surgical reattachment of both your legs at the knees following an ablation at Lazon II.”

    Teriir sighed and explained, “The shoulder wound was caused by a console explosion. It's healed internally but there is a fair amount of scarring left behind on the skin. As for the other, I broke cover while a ground team was under fire from a Breen shuttle. I was trying to reach some others who were trapped in a building that collapsed on them. A shot landed near enough to take both my legs out. I woke up a week later aboard the USS Taussig and required over a month of treatments to be cleared for duty again.”

    “You didn’t finish the recovery, did you?” her tone was filled with warning, “I imagine you still have all sorts of scars down there from that.”

    “Actually, I don’t,” he calmly answered her, “The doctors saved my legs and I've fully recuperated. Before you ask; they were more interested in my legs than my shoulder, which is why it wasn’t fully healed there when they were treating me.”

    “I see,” Riley commented next to him. Teriir shot a nervous glance at his hand but didn’t see the medical tool near it. The Doctor gave a shrug as he examined his hand furthur, “So, uh, would I be right to say you two know each other?”

    “Once upon a time,” Mell answered for the two of them. Teriir looked to her but remained silent so she could explain, “I took classes at the Academy before the War to help speed up the process of becoming a Medical Technician. We met there. When the war started, we got assigned to the same ship, the Icarus, and started becoming close. I haven’t seen him since getting separated following a battle during which I we got boarded by the Jem'Hadar. There were a lot of casualties. I took a bad hit from a Jem'Hadar weapon and was lucky to survive. As a matter of fact; I had to be put into stasis to give me a chance at survival. I went back to the Academy in the years following the War to receive formal training for becoming a certified Nurse.”

    “So you’ve reunited here,” The Doctor kept his head down on Teriir’s hand as he spoke, “It must be really nice to see an old friend. If you don't mind my asking, how close is close?”

    “Doctor,” Teriir interrupted him, “How’s my hand?”

    “You’re all healed. Those other injuries Nurse White has brought up has me concerned though so you better come back here as soon as you’re off duty today. You are going to undergo the first of the many regeneration therapy sessions for those old wounds,” Riley spoke sternly to his patient, “I’m also going to have to remind you that Doctors supersede even your authority on medical matters, Captain Teriir.”

    “Alright,” he replied, “I’ll be here.”

    After the Doctor walked away, Teriir rubbed his hand. No matter how many injuries he received, he was always amazed by how easy it was for the Doctors to patch him back up. He could never piece together why he was paranoid about these procedures. He glanced up when he realized Mell was still standing there, her stance making it clear she was wanting to talk furthur. He gave a deep breath and thought through on where to begin,”No time like the present to talk about everything. One of the reasons why I honestly didn't look for you as hard as I should've is . . . um . . . How can I explain? . . . Dianne was one of the people trapped within that collapsing building on Lazon.”

    “I see,” Mell replied, eerily calm as she nodded her response, “The two of you were always very close. It would be an understatement to say you spent your whole lives together had it not been for your father taking you to be raised on Trill after your mother died.”

    “All along, I thought of her as a sister,” he looked away as he opened up to her, “Yet there were signs all along that said we were more than that.”

    “I wasn’t worried about you at Aureum,” she admitted, “At least, not like I should’ve. Although we were close, I didn’t force someone to beam me to another ship to check on you. Meanwhile, you disobeyed orders when you took a shuttle from the main hangar to perform one last search for survivors from the Qatar. People forgave you when you found five escape pods from the ship; including Dianne’s.”

    “I know I deeply care for you, but,” Teriir struggled to find the right words, “Not in the way I do for her.”

    Mell was clearly digesting this information and he waiting a long while for her to answer. The silence went on long enough for him to start to get up from the medical bed. She lifted up an arm in front of him to prevent him from leaving just yet, “His name’s Clark. I met him when I got back to the Academy. He’s a biologist and graduated a year ahead of me. It’s been going nicely between us and I’m lucky he got assigned to the mission here too, although he’ll be joining us sometime later.”

    “Starfleet Command has redirected a couple of additional officers, crew, and civilians to Deep Space 3,” he confirmed this, “They were unable to reach Deep Space 9, the starship Lakota, or rendezvous with us while we are performing the relief efforts here. We'll meet up with them eventually but that's going to be several months from now since we're going to be relatively far away.”

    “Is Dianne amongst those who are going to meet up with us later?” she sounded more curious than jealous. It seemed as though her earlier anger was more from him not finding a means to speak with her than from worry about their relationship. He began taking solace from the knowledge that she’d moved on and that he shouldn’t worry about his relationship with Dianne causing problems.

    “Yes. She’ll be helping out in Engineering as a Lieutenant Jg. once she’s aboard,” he answered, thinking about her profession as he did so. He put his hands together and placed them under his chin, “Just so you know, I never once gave up on trying to locate you, at least to tell you what we've just shared, but I kept running into dead ends everywhere I went for some reason. It was as though you vanished from the face of the galaxy.”

    “And the engagement?” Mell asked, starting to sound excited, as if she was realizing the same thing he had; they didn't have any more reason to carry regrets.

    Teriir found himself smiling, “I believe we can agree that it’s called off. We have found someone else who’s made us happy.”

    She returned the smile, “Think we can part as friends?”

    “Yes we can,” he got up as he spoke. She turned away happily and headed off to get to work with other assignments. He looked away and headed out the door. Things were different, clearer, as if talking to her removed any lingering doubts he possessed and could finally move on in his life. He hadn’t felt like this in ages and he found himself taking his time and enjoying the walk to reach the turbolift to Shuttlebay 1.

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    Teriir propped himself up against a container in the shuttlebay to listen in on the conversation between Lieutenant Kurts and Chief Technician Alvaro. The later was responsible for the upkeep of all their auxiliary craft. The two of them were bantering about the ship’s Argo and the wish-list of modifications Kurts was asking for. He guessed the Lieutenant made a stop to review some details on his plan before dropping into the shuttlebay. The Captain hadn’t been noticed by any of the people in the shuttlebay yet as they were all busy with their own tasks, leaving him to enjoy the banter.

    “So in summary,” Alvaro commented as she began looking over a set of plans she had drawn up on her workbench, “You want my people to extend the range at which the Phobos can be controlled remotely, take out the buggy, and install the underbelly cargo doors.”

    “That’s right,” Kurts replied as he began toying with a hyperspanner from the workbench, “I just need to borrow it for a few days so it needs some TLC before heading out.”

    “You know this is our ship’s Argo, right?”

    “Really?” he played innocently as he looked over at it, “A beautiful piece of engineering isn’t she? Larger, roomier, perfect for carrying a lot of stuff. Hmm!”

    “Trying to be cute, eh?” she shrugged her shoulders at him before looking more seriously at him, “I’m going to have to give clearance for letting her spread her wings. Why are you taking her?”

    “I have to make a special cargo run to the command post,” Kurts answered her with a wink. Alvaro didn’t answer but instead gave him a near perfect ‘oh really?’ expression to tell him she could tell he was lying.

    Teriir chose this moment to join the conversation, succeeding in surprising them both, “How about, a special reconnaissance mission to review the Nausicaan facilities on the ground?”

    The Chief glanced at Kurts with a little bit of frustration in her eyes as she took her hyperspanner back, “If you’d told me the Captain requested this, I would’ve just gotten going on it.”

    “Where’s the fun in that?” the Lieutenant smirked before nodding to his Captain to acknowledge his presence. He leaned towards Alvaro, “So, when she’ll be ready?”

    “I need at least a day,” she answered while gesturing with her head for him to leave, annoyed with his flirtations. After Kurts left, she looked over to Teriir, “Special reconnaissance mission. I’ll make sure we have the changes made for it.”

    “Very good, Chief,” Teriir replied while shooting a look at the direction the other officer went, “Would you like me to have a word with Lieutenant Kurts on his demeanor? It looked like he was making you uncomfortable.”

    “Annoyed, not uncomfortable,” Alvaro shrugged, “It’s nothing I can’t handle; just ask that Ensign Barron over there.”

    “Oh?” he turned his attention over to where the Ensign was sitting amongst a few boxes on the other side of the shuttlebay, “Can you tell me what happened?”

    “Nothing special; We both boarded the Ares when people were first boarding her in the Sol as a skeleton crew to reach Deep Space 9. He tried to check me out and gave up after I gave him the cold shoulder for about a week,” She chuckled as she began looking through the plans and technical manual for the underbelly doors, “Still, I thought he was a Security officer. Shouldn’t he be on duty somewhere?”

    “Yes, he should,” Teriir responded, lowering the tone of his voice to tell her the Ensign was in trouble. It didn’t take him long to cross the shuttlebay and a moment later he was standing next to the Ensign’s makeshift seat, “Ensign Barron!”

    “Oh, crap!” the Ensign knocked over a box as he scrambled to his feet, “Um, Captain! Sorry sir, I -”

    “Was shirking my duties in watching over the dozens of mission supplies we have within Cargo Bay 2?” The Captain answered for him with narrowed eyes.

    “N-No, sir! Never!” Ensign Barron stammered as he straightened his uniform while moving to attention, “I’ve been heading up the security there as I was ordered to! I worked a double shift earlier and it just ended! I came down here so I could wind down a little before getting some rest!”

    “Why not wind down either in your quarters or one of the ship’s recreational facilities?”

    “I like being around some hustle and bustle! There’s a lot of it around here so I come down here regularly!”

    “So I’ve heard,” Teriir looked back in the direction of the Argo. Chief Alvaro was busying herself with a few of the other Technicians there, informing them of their new project.

    “It’s not what it seems! I’ve been trying to make some friends outside of my own division and it is way harder than I thought it would be,” Barron explained, scuffing his feet while doing so, “Besides, this is right next to Cargo Bay 2 so it’s adjacent to where my duties lay.”

    “Alright,” the Captain relaxed. Deciding to help the Ensign out, he offered up some information, “People tend to do better with making friends when they aren’t on duty. If you go to one of the recreational facilities when you’re off duty, you will find yourself able to make friends much more easily.”

    “Thank you for the suggestion, sir,” the Ensign sighed, relieved to have that straightened out. He didn’t look completely settled for some reason, as if he was not wishing to discuss something else.

    “Is there something I should know about?” Teriir pressed him.

    “My father was Captain Frederick Barron. He commanded the starship Lakota at the Battle of Tyra during the Dominion War,” Barron admitted as he bowed his head, “He was killed during the fighting and his Executive Officer, Karin Terry, assumed command during the retreat.”

    “I see,” he responded, a new level of understanding entering his tone, “It must be hard having your father’s ship and the Cardassian’s leader of that battle here at the same time. If you’d like, I’ll see about having Captain Terry speak with you; I know she would appreciate speaking to you about her mentor and friend.”

    “With all due respect, I would rather do that myself,” the Ensign declined and began walking off. Teriir let him go. He knew exactly how he felt and began thinking about the Battle of Tyra.

    The Federation 7th Fleet engaged a task force of Jem’Hadar and Cardassian warships of equal number to their own. The battle was going extremely well for the fleet early on and they pushed the Dominion’s center line back. They called in their rear guard to finish breaking the Dominion line and walked right into Gul Enok’s trap; The center line was pulling back so their left and right flanks were perfectly positioned for a pincer maneuver. A pair of smaller enemy battle groups, hidden behind two of the system’s planets, attacked the 7th Fleet’s rear and blocked their escape. They were suddenly outgunned, surrounded, and outnumbered 2 to 1. They were only saved when the fleet’s flagship, the Galaxy class North Star, performed a saucer separation to ram a pair of Jem’Hadar Battlecruisers, creating a hole in the Dominion lines. Only 18 of the 112 ships made it out and 4 of these ships were too badly damaged to run away, leaving just 14 to return home.

    He took a breath and bent down to return the box that was knocked over back to its rightful place. Teriir decided it would be best to have some of the other officers and crew on board help keep an eye on Ensign Barron. He knew how hard it was to lose a parent and knew he wasn’t the only one aboard who felt the same pain. If anything, he would at least make sure the young man realize he wasn’t alone.

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