Author: Commodore Deidre MacTaggard and Colonel Gunther Ironhand
Kalinaine: Captain, we're picking up another weak gravitational
field; this one seems slightly larger. Suggest we investigate once
we're done here?
MacTaggart: How far from our current location??
Kalinaine: *checks his panel* About 10 minutes form here at full
MacTaggart: +tap+ You copy all that Tank?
Ironhand: +Aye, Muldan just patched the information through tae meh.
MacTaggart: Well we've already collected samples from here, and the
folks down in Science are already workin' on them. I think we should
check it out.
Ironhand: +Well, a' soon as meh boys on t' shuttle get back, then
we'll pack 'em off and move this old bird, aye. Shouldna be much
longer; they say th' ship so far i' a ghost. Nothin' been here
MacTaggart: *steeples her fingers, and rests her chin on top of them
as she thinks* Something out here did a real number on whatever those
debris came from. I want ta know who, and what we're dealing with
Ironhand: +Hwait ... now tha' be right odd.+
MacTaggart: *perks up* What be right odd???
Ironhand: +Sommon went through the trouble o' removing th' vessel's
single warp pod; ships records indicate they took th' matter-
antimatter converters a' well, but aside from tha', the ship's not
hardly been touched at all - well, aside from bein' sliced in half,
MacTaggart: Do we hae anyone in our records with this kind of MO?
*thinks a moment* +tap+ Mac ta Arianna... yer familiar with this area
of space, aye?
Arianna: +I spent some time out here while hiding from my
previous... "employers", yes.+
MacTaggart: D'ye ken any races that slice ships in half and steal
warp pods and matter-antimatter converters?
Arianna: +I've had people try to steal drinks, cargo, ships, and
things I don't give away, but not those specifically, Captain.+
MacTaggart: Acknowledged... let me know if you remember, or think of
anything that might help us out. Tank, have Muldan run a search to
see if he pulls up anything. If no, see if he can get into the
Database that Bryan uses. Or get a call out ta him, if we're still
Ironhand: +Aye and on it, Captain.+
Quillien: +Warp pods and matter-antimatter converters? Why would
they feel the need t' take those?+
Kalinaine: Uh Captain? That gravitational field I mentioned?
MacTaggart: What about it?
Kalinaine: Well I don't kow how to explain this... It's gone.
MacTaggart: Gone? How in the bluidy hell does a grav field
disappear in less than 5 minutes??
Kalinaine: I'm not sure Ma'am. But there's a ship moving away
from the location.
MacTaggart: Tank, recall your people now. I want this ship locked
down until we know who's out there.
Ironhand : +Scattered Viscera and Meklin Fixers, return immediately
to home. All Vipers currently deployed return to nest.+
Kalinaine: Um, Captain. The ship I was telling you about just ..
MacTaggart: WHAT!? *slams her fist on the armrest of her command
chair* Find it!
Kalinaine: Working on it... *hands flying over the console* Sorry
Captain, no sign of the ship. But there's a massive debris field now
in the area. *scans the section of space, whistles softly* And I mean
MacTaggart: *waits until she receives confirmation from the hangar
that all ships have docked* Get us there now. +tap+ Muldan lad, I
cold really use the information like yesterday.
Muldan: +Umm, Captain, we came out here because they were testing a
communications system with superior range. Unfortunately as we
are not in possession of this system, that makes contacting vessels
that far away difficult at best.+
MacTaggart: *sighs, rubs her right temple and forehead a moment* I'm
aware of that lad... are ye tellin' me ye cannae tap into Mistakonic
on yer own? Or something similar?
Muldan: +It's not as easy as Mr. Helgraz makes it seem, Captain. The
location of the database changes frequently, and it's simply
crawling with blocks, false routers, and worse things. I need more
MacTaggart: Acknowledged. Let me know as soon as ye've got something.
*looks over at Kalinaine as she feels the ship start to slow* Well?
Kalinaine: The debris field seems to be contracting
somewhat ... :watching the screen a moment: ... as if compacting on a
MacTaggart: What's at the center point?
Kalinaine: There's destructive interference coming from that point,
but ... ::there is a sudden white flare from that direction,
brilliantly bright; the ship's flare compensators kick in, rendering
the screen black for a few seconds :: ... what the hell?!
MacTaggart: *throws up her arm to shield her eyes* What was that??
Quillien: +Judging by the ion trail, self-destruct would be my first
MacTaggart: Scan the area and put it on screen. I want ta know what
Kalinaine: Scan coming on main screen.
The region is like something out of a nightmare portrait. The
remains of a Federation vessel drift in two pieces apart; chunks of
rock like barnacles already clinging to the remains. Neither the
nacelles nor the center module of the ship appear to have survived
the explosion. The rocks seem to follow the two pieces of ship,
drawn in by the remaining but dwindling gravitational field.
MacTaggart: *quietly, as she watches the image on the screen* The
Kalinaine: *somber* Aye Captain. We've just confirmed it from close
scan of part of the debris.
MacTaggart: Any survivors?
Kalinaine: Unknown. The rock seems to be blocking our deep scan
rays. If there are, we'll need to move quickly, Captain. With
that wide a breach and no powersystems, their only chance will be if
they're in sealed compartments.
MacTaggart: Where are those rocks coming from? And why are they
attaching themselves ta the remains of the ship? *frowns* Get us in
closer, and scan for survivors.
Kalinaine: Under way, Captain.
MacTaggart: The Isaneau was a New Orleans class, aye? *Kalinaine nods
in confirmation* Then her crew size is roughly what... 300? 350
people, without civilians aboard?
Kalinaine: Yes Ma'am. *nods* Approximately.
Ironhand: +The Marine shuttles are ready to assist in any effort to
locate and rescue those still with us, Captain.+
Quillen: +Actually Captain, with crew and civilians, we're talking a
minimum of 600 people.+
MacTaggart: *nods grimly* Acknowledged Max...
Muir: +Given the design of the Isaneau, however, and the location of
the sealed compartments, the casualty count will likely be very high
unless they had considerable warning to move their people.+
MacTaggart: Anything yet Kalinaine?
Kalinaine: *brows furrowed* Bring us around so our sensor grid aligns
with where the ship's core was. Maybe we can get a clean
Ensign Brooks: *nods from her position at Conn* Bringing her about...
Kalinaine: *a few moments later* Picking up a very small handful of
life signs, all of them weak. There can't be more than maybe 50 of
MacTaggart: Lock onto them, and beam them aboard! +tap+ MacTaggart to
Ivenguard. Get yer people ready for incoming wounded.
Ivenguard: +Yes Ma'am. We're on it+
Quillen: We could use some samples of the debris to examine Captain.
I'd like to compare them to the other samples we've obtained.
MacTaggart: Tank, Max wants some samples. Same plan as before.
Ironhand: +I'm deploying the full Viper squad in wide formation. No
surprises. The workbee can be sent over on the shuttle with the
Indefragable Krunks and Duc d'ispater+
MacTaggart: Acknowledged... Ivenguard, how many survivors?
Ivenguard: +We've got about 20 in critical condition, and the
other 9 are in serious. The other 13 were DOA. I'll keep you
MacTaggart: Only 42 out of their entire complement... *shakes her
head* We need to stop whoever did
Commodore Deidre "Mac" MacTaggart
Colonel Gunther Ironhand
Author: Commander Khaman and Ensign Lenevskaya
ON: Phoenix dining hall
Miriam is standing behind Shura, holding a tray with a pot of tea and cups.
Khaman: This is my usual table, from here you can see to the forward of the
ship, always looks brighter somehow *laughs*
Lenevskaya: *smiling* My apologies Commander. I shall find another spot
Khaman: Of course not, don't be silly, if you like have some tea, I just got
back from home and brought it.
Lenevskaya: *sitting back down* Thank you, Commander *smiling* I will try
Shura observed the woman, wondering what kind of XO she would prove to be.
Time would tell.
Khaman: *pouring tea* Rose tea, hint of vanilla, very lovely and the
replicators dont really do it right. *looks at Shura* You are our new
Assistant Science officer arent you? I saw that you had checked in earlier,
I am sorry I wasn't there to greet you *Her manicured nails click against
the cups as she arranges the table, carelyflly avoiding the bandage on her
Lenevskaya: *notices the bandage* You are injured? *raising right eyebrow*
Yes I am the new ACSO.
Khaman: *flushes slightly* Training this morning, learning a new technique,
nothing but a cut, I'll get it taken care of in a bit. Can I ask why you
requested the Phoenix? *Leans back in her chair and smiles ast Shura* Not
many do you know.
Lenevskaya: *sipping her tea* I did not. I got assigned here. *smiling* My
fortune, it seems.
Khaman: And where would you rather be?
Lenevskaya: I have no preferences, honestly. I go where I am sent. And try
to make the best of any situation. *shrugging*
Khaman: *smiles again* A true Star Fleet response. Well, you have no doubt
heard of the antics of the previous First officer here, and of course the
Phoneix mission logs are well circulated it seems, let em tell you, most of
what goes around is myth, we arent that bad. *sips tea* But of course, if
you have any questions, Please always feel free to ask.
Lenevskaya: Actually I have not heard anything *grinning* Would you care to
enlighten me as to what you were hinting at, Commander?
Khaman: *Laughs and somewaht spits her tea* You are KIDDING! Well, you are
the first one in the last 6 months I have been here then that hasnt been
DYING to know about Commander Laur and *wiping her face a bit* THANK YOU.
Lenevskaya: I have been here a whole two hours, Commander. I had to unpack
and report in. And then I came straight here. *chuckling* I did not have
time to hear anything. *leaning forward* I am listening.
Khaman: Oh you wll hear lots of stories, Laur was a colorful character at
best, her record was marked by numerous investigations, and some not so
subtle coverups of her actions, and in the end it was that that got her
killed. But, I am tellingtales out of school, it is only important to know
to be careful what you listen to because her son, Calen, a 10 year old
Klingon, is still on board, for the time being in my care. But, I am far
more interested in hearing about you.
Lenevskaya: *nodding* What would you like to know? *sipping her tea*
Khaman: Where are you from?
Lenevskaya: I was born on Terra, I've lived on Vulcan for a time, then again
She shifted slightly in her seat, getting comfortable.
Lenevskaya: You are...from Middle East of Terra? Your surname and skin tone
would indicate that.
Khaman: That must be quite a change then, hardt o dance between two cultures
like that isnt it?
Khaman: Israeli, yes, though I went with my father all over the universe it
seems on his Diplomatic assignments, and since I have had my own career I
haven't been home much.. Sometimes I wonder why I keep the flat there.
Lenevskaya: Still...it is nice to have a place to come to in the homeland.
*smiling* It is hard for me at times...years of Vulcan training...and then
shedding most of it...and exploring my human side.
Khaman: A balance perhaps between them? The ancient Kabballists would
commend your Vulcan training, sometimes I would too, not to mention as a
diplomat the famous Vulcan empathic abilities.
Lenevskaya: I once thought that way.
Khaman* glancing at her chrono* We will have to talk about it more in the
future. You will find the command staff here much less aristocratic than on
other ships I think, as much as I miss the ceremony of it, it is nice to
relax a bit. Would you like a quick tour of the ship? I need to check on
some things, and of course make sure that Calen hasnt killed anyone or been
killed yet today.
Lenevskaya: Perhaps another time, Commander? I would like to finish my
breakfast and do my meditation. *smiling*
Khaman: *slightly amused raised eyebrow* Perhaps then. *Stands and gathers
up her things* I like confidence in a person. *Starts to leave* Oh, and I
will expect you to be in the staff meeting at 9:30 - you were told about the
Lenevskaya: *shaking her head* I was told my shift starts tomorrow. I am a
Khaman: *Laugh* Yes, I make a point of briefing everyone especially the
junior officers, an informed crew is a good one. Come to my office when you
are done with your meditation and I will give you the run down on things.
*winks*. We'll get along just fine I think.
Lenevskaya: *nodding* I shall be there *smiling*
Khaman: Just mind the ferrets and the Targ when you come, Calen's been
getting birthday gifts from his family.
*Turns and leaves*
Shura looked after the Commander for a few moments, smiled, then returned to
her meal. This would be fun.
Commander Khaman and Ensign Lenevskaya
Author: 1st Lt James Muldan
<MC3, Colonel Ironhand's Office>
Muldan has a utterly perplexed and confused look on his face as he
re-reads the flagged file for the 10th time that day. He mutters under
his breath, oblivious to everything else going on around him.
Ironhand: *walking up quietly behind him, he pauses and waits to see
if Muldan notices before speaking* Find something of interest lad?
Muldan: WAAAHHH! *jumps on the chair, and reaches to shut the monitor
off* Colonel, Sir! What are you doing in here?
Ironhand: *quirks an eyebrow in amusement, and smiles as he strokes
his beard* This is me office.
Muldan: OH...so it is. Sorry Sir. I was just reviewing some files
before my mission.
Ironhand: What mission? *watches James scurry to collect padds*
Muldan: Sorry sir, date...not mission. *frowns as he drops a padd, and
bends to pick it up. He picks up the padd, and 2 more fall from his
arms. He sighs, scoops them all up, and makes a break for the door.*
Ironhand: *stares a moment, and blinks* Ye hae a date?? With who?
Muldan: I'm going to ask Commander Khaman out. *smiles shyly, and
begins to blush* The girls all told me it was a good idea to get out
more, and said that I should give dating a try. Just not with them.
Ironhand: *smirks, and chokes back a laugh* I see... g'luck then
Muldan. *waits for him to leave, then closes the door to the office*
+tap+ Ironhand ta MacTaggart...Y' busy caedrin?
MacTaggart: +Nae, just playing some games wit' Kendall. Something
Ironhand: Och no... Muldan's off ta ask Miriam out on a date.
MacTaggart: +He's WHAT????+
Kendall: *heard in the background over Mac's combadge* Cool! Go James!
Ironhand: I'll keep ye posted. Give the wee one a hug fer me.
<A short while later>
Muldan finishes getting ready in his quarters on Deck 2, wearing his
full dress Marine Uniform. He pulls on his white gloves, straightens
his hat, then gathers up the boquet of roses and the box of
James walks down the hall to the Turbolift, waits for the doors to
open, then steps inside.
Several other crew members watch curiously, and whispers amongst
Muldan: Duh Deck... *takes a deep breath to calm himself down* Deck
8... *after the lift finally stops, he takes another deep breath and
begins walking down the hall to Khaman's room. He smiles as he passes
the Colonel's room, then farther down he passes Mac's. "They've both
been so nice and helpful to me during all this," he thinks. "And
little Kendall too. I hope things work out with her. I should babysit
her again before Shoreleave is done, so the Commodore and Colonel can
relax and work on wedding plans." He continues walking, and finally
comes to a stop before the door to her quarters. James takes several
deep breaths to calm himself, then knocks on the door.
Calen: *opens the door, and looks up* Oh hi Mr. Muldan, what's up?
Muldan: *smiles* Evening Calen. Is Commander Khaman around?
Calen: She's still down on Earth with those Starfleet people. How come
you're all dressed up?
Muldan: *frowns slightly, and his expression saddens* Oh... I uh,
well... I was going to ask her a question. *turns to leave*
Calen: *watches him, then quickly grabs his arm and drags him back
toward the door* She'll be back real soon. Is that chocolate? *points
at the box*
Muldan: Err, yes Calen it is. Do you think she'd mind if I waited for
her? I've been doing a lot of research and work for this, and I think
I'm finally ready.
Calen: Yeah... whatever. So can I have some chocolate while I wait?
Muldan: Well they're for Commander Khaman, but I suppose you can have
<A Short while later>
Khaman: Calen? *enters the room, and closes the door with a tired
sigh* Where are you?
Calen: In here Miriam... with Mr. Muldan.
Khaman: *closes her eyes, and grimaces* I so do not need this right
now... *she composes herself, switches to"diplomat mode", and walks
into the living room area* James! How nice to see you again. What
brings you... *stops talking as she notices the uniform and flowers*
Muldan: *quickly stands up, snaps to attention, and jerks his arm up
to salute, and hits himself in the head with the flowers* Um, Evening
Ma'am. Would you please do me the honor of going on a date with me
tonight? I brought you flowers and chocolate, but Calen ate all of the
chocolate. I've even been studying! I found the most fascinating book
in the ship's files, but I still can't understand why anyone would
even try to attempt #17... *realizes he's babbling, and quickly shuts
Khaman: James, what did you say?? *still not believing her ears*
Muldan: *offers the flowers to her, removes his hat, and drops to one
knee* Would you please go on a date with me Comm... *stops, takes a
breath* I mean Miriam... *grins*
1st Lt. James Muldan
Marine 2nd Officer
Author: Cmdre Deidre MacTaggart and Col Gunther Ironhand
Alarm beacons pulsed through the corridors. Orders in battle code
stream over the marine comm channels. The ship's fighter detachment
are already suiting up for takeoff; The armored shuttle is being
loaded with the first and second squads, to be deployed on later
orders. As the bridge crew manuevers, Ironhand sits in the middle of
MC, barking orders and referring to tri-D maps of the engagement area.
<Ironhand>: +Oscar to Big Bird, as soon as we reach a course
heading of 57 degress, let me know+
MacTaggart: +Affirmative... Kalinaine says we've got 3 more Klingon
ships heading in on an attack vector. No word on who they are yet.+
<Ironhand>: +The sparrows are hovering, and the vulture is armed.+
*It was code to let her know the fighters were ready and the shuttle
Kalinaine: +They're Klingon Attack Cruisers, Vor'cha class...they're
<Ironhand>: +You want to greet them, or shall I?+
MacTaggart: Patch it through, and to MC3 also...
Captain K'tok: Need some help young MacTaggart? We assumed someone
would try to come and fetch our prize. Seems we were right.
MacTaggart: +Oscar, send out the birdies to back up K'tok. Hold
Kalinaine: +We're at 57 degress Colonel...+
Three beeps is the acknowledgement over the comm. Ironhand thumbs the
button that will direct his order to the entire deck.
The bay opens, shields dropping just long enough for the fighter
wings to blast away. The heavy shuttle departs from the rear-facing
bay, beginning a long arc trajectory as the fighters move into attack
<Ironhand>: +If y' can spare some power from the shields, a few shots
of the phaser banks would do wonderfully for a distraction.+
MacTaggart: *The ship opens fire just as his voice comes over the
comm* +Way ahead of ye...+
Kalinaine: We're in trouble... K't'inga-class Battle cruiser coming
MacTaggart: K'tok, please tell me it's more of yer lads?
<Ironhand> :: Curses under his breath - it was coming in right on the
shuttle's trajectory :: +Sparrows flock the vulture!+
Captain K'tok: Yes, it's one of mine. We don't take chances
Commodore. That blasted woman you have prisoner stole something very
MacTaggart: My MCO will feed you co-ordinates of where to position
her... you copy that Tank?
<Ironhand> +Acknowledged. Sending data with Enc Pattern 4c1.+
MacTaggart: *looks to Muir, standing at the tactical station* Is the
K'vort bugging out yet?
Muir: Negative Commodore... *grabs his console as the ship is rocked
by another volly* They're evasive, but not leaving.
MacTaggart *mutters under her breath* Bloody idiots... they're no
match fer us, 3 Vor'cha's, and the K't'inga. Keep power to shields,
but fire when we get a window.
Muir: Yes Ma'am... *starts reading weapons, and begins looking for an
Muldan is busy at his station; his fingers are a blur over the data
touch screens; in this envrionment you'd hardly suspect him of being
clumsy; he feeds multiple streams to Ironhand, the squad leaders and
the shuttle crew, as well as coordinating with tactical to keep their
and command's appraisal of the situation up to date ::
<Ironhand>: The colonel's voice can be heard over the com, though
what it bodes is unclear. +The sparrows are flying+
The result becomes fairly obvious however, as all of the fighters
dive at the enemy vessel, strafing it, aiming for viewports, not
expecting to breach the shields, but just create enough
electromagnetic distortion to partially blindside the vessel.
Kalinaine: Captain, they're coming about!
MacTaggart: *eyes the screen for a moment, then grips the arms of her
chair* Evasive, NOW! They know they can't win this...
*the ship immediately begins evasive maneuvers, as the fighters and
Klingons continue to fire on the Bird of Prey*
<Ironhand> +Open the cookie jar+
The shuttle, shielded by the Phoenix and the other Klingon vessels;
had dived, manuevering underneath the Phoenix, hiding in its hull
shadow. At this point, it emerges - and both the enemy vessel and
Tactical can see the odd cone shaped object mounted on its nose.
*As the Bird of Prey swings past and heads toward the shuttle, she
opens fire. The Phoenix takes a direct hit to the Bridge, throwing
most of the crew from their stations*
MacTaggart: *winces, then pulls herself back into her seat* Damage
Muir: Shields are down by 20%, hull integrity is holding, power
outages reported on decks 13 through 16. Minor structural damage to
MacTaggart: +tap+ Gentlemen now would be a good time!
<Ironhand> +Mr. Muldan, I believe it's time we introduced our friends
to the newest addition to our arsenal+
K'tok: They're faster than us, but we're got more firepower.
<Muldan> +I'm still not sure this is wise, Colonel. If it doesn't
work, the shuttle will be dead in the water; the power drain is
MacTaggart: *winces again, reaches up to rub her right temple, then
frowns and looks at her hand when she feels something damp* +tap+ Mac
ta Aslekta... get yer teams moving and attending ta the wounded.
*motions for the Ensign at the Science Station to help the injured
Lieutenant, previously sitting at Navigation, to take him to Sick Bay*
<Ironhand> +K'tok, if you could concentrate your firepower on their
rear shield - need to bring it down for about thirty seconds.+
K'tok: Acknowledged... *barks the order in Klingon to his other 2
ships via the comm system. They all open fire on the Bird of Prey,
easily shorting out the shield*
<Ironhand> +There's your window!+
Kendall: +Deidre? Are you okay up there? *sniffles* The ship keeps
MacTaggart: +Tap+ Not now Kendall! *closes the channel* Open fire!
Everything we've got!
Muir: *fingers moving over the controls, he fires all phaser banks*
Ensign Sukasa: No torpedoes? *looks confused*
MacTaggart: Nae.... if she blows now, the resulting blast will
cripple us too. Helm, get me some distance from that ship. Maximum
impulse! +tap+ She's all yers fellas.
The shuttle diverts shields to drive power, leaping forward,looking
as if it intends to ram the Klingon vessel ... suddenly energy
sensors spike through the roof. There is a large blue flash from
the nose of the shuttle ... once flare compensators kick in,
the shuttle and vessel come into view - the klingon vessels drive
systems are a smoking inoperative mess, as the shuttle, escorted by
the fighter wings, limps back toward the Phoenix.
*The K't'inga opens fire on the Bird of Prey, and it explodes in a
flash of light*
K'tok: Commodore, we'll take Kurya off your hands now and be on our
way. Do you require an escort to your destination?
<Ironhand> +local comm+ Oh aye, I'm sure Fred would _love_ to
see us come back escorted by a trio of Birds of Prey... :: drolly ::
MacTaggart: *listens to the damage report, then turns her attention
back to the screen* Negative Captain... we should be fine. There's a
Starbase only 13 hours from here at Warp 5.
<Ironhand> +Actually, Commodore, he can do us a favor, perhaps. See
if they're willing to "lend" us a painstick?
MacTaggart: +local comm+ Fred will love seeing us coming back
damaged... which is why we're no heading back ta Armageddon. Muir,
get Kurya transferred over, then check on the Andorian. *turns her
attention back to the screen* I've got an odd request fer ye K'tok...
can ye "lend" us a painstick?
K'tok: *laughs* I'll have it transferred over, along with some other
toys for you Mac.
<Ironhand> +Perfect. Once Muir has taken care of the details of the
prisoner transfer, we can take care of the other matter.+
MacTaggart: +local comm+ Other matter?
<Ironhand> +The one in the brig.+
Muir: +Prisoner transferred over Commodore. The Captain of the
Klingon vessel beamed over a rather sizeable crate with several kinds
of weapons in it for you.+
MacTaggart: +tap+ Acknowledged... I'll check it out later. *she
send the injured bridge officers to Sickbay, as the replacement shift
arrives on the bridge* Set course for Starbase 13.
The fighters and the shuttle docked; the marines filing out,
engineering staff and marine mechanics moving in to service the
MacTaggart: Lieutenant Clark, ye have the bridge. *steps into the
turbolift* +tap+ Tank, I'm on my way to the Brig. I'll
meet ye there.
Ironhand steps out from the command chair on Marine Deck.
"Muldan, have the post battle summaries ready for me by 1000
tomorrow. You've got control of the deck for the time being.
He heads to the lift, taking it down the few floors to the Brig,
walking into the corridor where the force-fielded cells are, making
MacTaggart: *Exits the turbolift, and slowly makes her way down the
halls. She nods to the guard on duty, and enters the Brig area.*
<Ironhand> :: smiles :: So, did our good friend help us out?
MacTaggart: *walks over to him and nods* Aye... Muir said he beamed
over a box of things. +tap+ Muir, have that box beamed directly ta
the Brig. Mac out.
*A few moments later, the crate appears in the middle of the Brig*
MacTaggart: *crouches down to open the crate, then winces as pain
flashes through her right side* What d'ye want with a painstick fer
<Ironhand> :: chuckles :: Well, in addition to being a fine subdual
device :: picking it out from the rest :: If you loosen a nut here,
remove an O-ring there, it produces a handy electrical charge.
MacTaggart: *stands back up, closes her eyes a moment and grits her
teeth, then turns and looks at him* Sound like fun...
<Ironhand> :: looks up a moment :: It's a handy way to
temporarily ... :: stabbing several spots on the walls at seeming
random, cauzing a "Brzzzt!" noise and ozone discharge... short out
MacTaggart: *raises an eyebrow* And why are ye trying ta short out me
<Ironhand> :: walks over to the panel and thumbs his access code ::
To make a point, Commodore. Our guest believes that if he's
harmed, 'Fleet will breath down our necks. But, you see, that is
predicated upon evidence. And the amusing thing about a painstick is
that it leaves no permanent physical damage. So really, what it
comes down to is his word against ours.
MacTaggart: *mutters under her breath* Fleet is always breathing down
our necks anyways...
<Ironhand> Of course, if the good Andorian wishes to relieve himself
of the burden of his secrets, this would all be quite unnecessary.
MacTaggart: Tha' would be good... *nods*
<Ironhand> *de-activates the force field* Now I know you heard us.
Is there anything you'd care to say? :: looking to the Andorian ::
Enkhil: *Stares in horror at the Colonel* I was just following
orders... Kurya would have killed me if I hadn't!
<Ironhand> :: turns on the painstick :: Why the child, Enkhil?
Enkhil: *quickly moves closer to the corner* I didn't know it was
her. Children aren't supposed to have those abilities. I thought it
was the Commodore... *looks at Mac* What happened to you?
MacTaggart: *shrugs* Fell out of me chair. What about the database?
Enkhil: It's a fake... it doesn't contain or do anything important.
Kurya was using it as the cover so she could take something she stole
and sell it. To the Cardassians.
<Ironhand> Two more questions. First, what did you do with that metal
circlet you appropriated from the Sickbay?
Enkhil: I gave it to Kurya. She hid it in her quarters. She wouldn't
tell me what it was for. She just said it was important I get it.
<Ironhand> Who was Kurya to meet?
Enkhil: I don't know his name... it was some Cardassian officer. She
was going to blackmail him with the information contained in the
implant she put inside Commander Khaman's head. She was going to meet
him on Lipsa.
<Ironhand> :: gestures to Mac to step out with him, and reseals the
force-field :: Bry Helgraz: :: putting the painstick back in the box
of "toys" as the Klingon had called them. :: whispering :: 3 ..
2 .. 1 .. :: a faint hum - one that never would have been noticed
except for its recent absence.
MacTaggart: *follows him back out, then leans against the wall as she
feels a slight touch of vertigo* That went better than expected...
<Ironhand>: Wonderful thing about Starfleet; everything is nicely
redundancy designed. Now, :: looking up at her :: I think for you, a
trip to your favorite part of the ship.
MacTaggart: The Holodeck?
<Ironhand>: Heh, no, the Sickbay, of course. :: offers a grin and
ducks the anticipated cuff ::
MacTaggart: *shakes her head* I feel fine.. just bumped me head. No
<Ironhand> Mmmm hmm. Then why am I getting the headache, caedrin?
:: quirks a brow ::
MacTaggart: Dunno... too much fergus? *smiles slightly*
<Ironhand> Nice try. :: chuckles :: C'mon ... I'd rather no have to
drag yer tallness through the ship.
MacTaggart: *sighs* Alright, ye win. *blinks several times, then
mutters* Damn room keeps moving anyway...
<Ironhand> :: raises an eyebrow :: +Ironhand tae Sickbay. I'm
bringing up the Commodore - no sarcastic remarks; just have a bed
ready for her.+
Aslekta: +Oh for the love of... *grumbles* I should just set up a
permanent spot for the two of you in here!+
<Ironhand> +That would be the logical thing to do+
Aslekta: +Hmph! What happened this time?+
<Ironhand> +tap+ I'm presuming she got tossed from her chair when we
were blasted by the Klingon vessel earlier. Though it's
possible she ran into a bulkhead.
MacTaggart: *holds onto the railing as they enter the turbolift, and
it starts moving* He'll love that...
Aslekta: +Well bulkhead accidents seem to be common around you
Colonel, so I'm not surprised. I just didn't think you'd put your
fiance into one. Humans... *another "Hmph!" sound*+
<Ironhand> +There's word going round about the name of the next
bulkhead. Your name has come up a few times. Shall I put you down
for a few credits?+
Aslekta: *waits until he sees them step out of the turbolift, then
calls his answer down the hall* No thank you Colonel. Otherwise who
would patch you up every time you decide to stick a knife into
yourself? Bring her in here.
<Ironhand> It's not like you're the only doctor on the entire ship.
:: chuckles, but does so ::
MacTaggart: *sits on the edge of the Bio-bed, then carefully lies
down as the Doc scans her with a tricorder*
Aslekta: No, I'm not. But I am the only one who will put up with your
"accidents" and neglects to log every single incident you get into.
*finishes his scan, then quickly heals the cut on her head*
MacTaggart: Lucky you Gunther *smiles* he likes ye.
Aslekta: I never said that. *scans again, then snaps it closed and
puts the tricorder into his pocket* She has 2 bruised ribs, and a
concussion. Nothing's broken, and the cut was relatively minor.
<Ironhand> :: nods :: Good. I trust you'll have her good as new, all
th' sooner for y' both's mental health?
Aslekta: She's on her own for the ribs. There's nothing wrong with
them that time won't heal. I can give her some pain killers. The
concussion means she stays here for the night for observation...
MacTaggart: I'm no staying the night in here. I'll go ta me quarters.
Aslekta: *rolls his eyes, and throws his hands in the air* I give up
on you two! Fine... *points at the Colonel* You deal with her. I
already have my hands full with Commander Khaman. *stomps into his
MacTaggart: *smirks* He's moody fer a Vulcan...
<Ironhand> Look at who 'e has to deal with. :: smirks ::
Would it really hurt y' to spend one night here? :: chuckles ::
MacTaggart: I didna leave ye here last time ye were hurt. Where would
ye rather stay, given the choice? *raises an eyebrow in question*
<Ironhand> Hmmm. I could stay all night in your quarters making sure
you don't get any worse. Or I could spend the next few hours going
over the technical data from the ionic discharge system. ::smiles::
MacTaggart: Tha's fine, but I won't get worse. I just want ta sleep
anyways. *shrugs, then carefully gets down off the table* See if
Donnell will take the wee ones fer the night fer a sleep over. This
way, Kendall won' be worried or find out I was hurt.
<Ironhand> +tap+ Ironhand to MacCurgan... any chance ye can watch
Calen and Kendall tonight? Miriam's no up and about yet from her
surgery, and Deidre banged herself up during the battle.
MacCurgan: +Sure Tank, send them down. I'll keep an eye on the
rugrats. How's Deidre?+
<Ironhand> A couple o' bruised ribs, concussion, and a cut on her
head. I'll keep an eye on her tonight, but she should be fine.
MacTaggart: +tap+ Mac ta Arianna... tell the kids they get ta have a
sleep over tonight at MacCurgan's. *slowly makes her way back to the
turbolift with Ironhand, then to her Quarters. After washing up, goes
to her bedroom, changes into sweats and a t-shirt, then crawls into
<Ironhand> ::quietly slips into the room, then sits on the edge of
the bed:: Are y' sure yer alright caedrin?
MacTaggart: *sleepily, she nods* Aye love, this is nothing compared
to some of the other times I've been hurt. *smiles* Thanks Gunther...
<Ironhand> For what lass?
MacTaggart: For everything. Later on though, I need to do some
<Ironhand> Research, hmm? On what? :: reaches down, and brushes a
lock of hair out of her eyes::
MacTaggart: On why ye picked up on me headache. *yawns*
<Ironhand> Don' worry about it fer now. Get some sleep, and I'll wake
ye up in a few hours. ::leans down and kisses her gently:: Y' do
keep life interesting caedrin ::chuckles, slips outside, and quietly
closes the door::
Commodore Deidre "Mac" MacTaggart
Colonel Gunther Ironhand
Marine Commanding Officer