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| ===== Stardate 44225.57: Friday March 24th, 2367, 0800 hours ===== | ===== Stardate 44225.57: Friday March 24th, 2367, 0800 hours ===== | ||
| ==== An Informal Morning to Start ==== | ==== An Informal Morning to Start ==== | ||
| - | The senior officers gather in the primary conference room of Starbase 211. It’s an auditorium-style room, with tiered seating looking down on the conference table, and a massive transparent aluminum portal looking out at the deep space towards the Federation core. As they file in, Aaron spots and identifies Betazed, while Kimball picks out the distant star of Earth. They are alone in the room with Admiral Shafiq and Lieutenant Commander Bjornson and as they settle in, they realize the two must have come to some arrangement, | + | The senior officers gather in the primary conference room of Starbase 211. It’s an auditorium-style room, with tiered seating looking down on the conference table, and a massive transparent aluminum portal looking out at the deep space towards the Federation core. As they file in, [[trek: |
| - | Admiral Shafiq keeps the debriefing informal and allows Aaron to take the lead but occasionally asking direct questions to the appropriate officer. T’kora, Hel-Torin, Ten, and Eleven all seem used to this, so the new officers assume this is simply the admiral’s personal style. Aaron lays things out but tries to determine how much influence SI has in play. He asks them directly if they knew about the extent of the technology left on LV-397. Admiral Shafiq’s honest and open reaction is plain to see, as she states, “Not at all.” Bjornson is much more opaque, but says, “Not there specifically, | + | Admiral Shafiq keeps the debriefing informal and allows Aaron to take the lead but occasionally asking direct questions to the appropriate officer. |
| ==== Orions and Romulans, Oh My! ==== | ==== Orions and Romulans, Oh My! ==== | ||
| Bjornson looks at them all shrewdly, and asks, “How much do you all know about the Orions as a whole?” Aaron knows they are an old culture with a rich history of interstellar empires that rose and fell repeatedly before the Sundering on Vulcan. He rues the fact that modern Orions are ferociously neutral, obsessed with personal privacy, and don’t care one whit about their history. Kimball is familiar with the infamous Orion Syndicate, and how their ships operate independently with various weapons and crew proficiencies. | Bjornson looks at them all shrewdly, and asks, “How much do you all know about the Orions as a whole?” Aaron knows they are an old culture with a rich history of interstellar empires that rose and fell repeatedly before the Sundering on Vulcan. He rues the fact that modern Orions are ferociously neutral, obsessed with personal privacy, and don’t care one whit about their history. Kimball is familiar with the infamous Orion Syndicate, and how their ships operate independently with various weapons and crew proficiencies. | ||
| - | Bjornson nods as the officers share what they know, and he admits the Syndicate is relatively new to this region. The Cardassians have no tolerance for them, especially the Obsidian Order, and they are on the verge of a crime war with the Ferengi Alliance. However, a new, almost religious-like fervor has swept a branch of the Syndicate, leading to a dedicated hunt for their past. Any old technologies the Syndicate scoops up are being hoarded, not sold. Bjornson adds, “Captain Englyss and Lieutenant Perrault are on Orion ‘watch lists.’ Not actively monitored, but passively tracked. Now, does the name Marat’teer mean anything to anybody?” | + | Bjornson nods as the officers share what they know, and he admits the Syndicate is relatively new to this region. The Cardassians have no tolerance for them, especially the Obsidian Order, and they are on the verge of a crime war with the Ferengi Alliance. However, a new, almost religious-like fervor has swept a branch of the Syndicate, leading to a dedicated hunt for their past. Any old technologies the Syndicate scoops up are being hoarded, not sold. Bjornson adds, “Captain Englyss and Lieutenant Perrault are on Orion ‘watch lists.’ Not actively monitored, but passively tracked. Now, does the name [[trek: |
| Aaron says he’s heard rumors of this individual but has never met him. Kimball says the name has come up semi-frequently in reports about the Syndicate, but nothing else. Bjornson explains that this Marat’teer is the closest thing SI has seen to an Orion nationalist, | Aaron says he’s heard rumors of this individual but has never met him. Kimball says the name has come up semi-frequently in reports about the Syndicate, but nothing else. Bjornson explains that this Marat’teer is the closest thing SI has seen to an Orion nationalist, | ||
| - | The admiral then taps a button to raise a privacy screen and another button to stop the official recording. She then leans forward and says softly, “And unofficially, | + | The admiral then taps a button to raise a privacy screen and another button to stop the official recording. She then leans forward and says softly, “And unofficially, |
| Aaron shares his belief that “Harold” is a wild card not working for the Romulan Star Empire, and one with a moral code, albeit a warped one. He doesn’t believe Harold is an adversary, but he admits, “He has control over a network of gateways throughout the galaxy.” He finishes with his science department attempting to collect DNA samples from the Romulan ale. Bjornson asks for everything they find to be forwarded, and then asks, “Did you want to keep the ale?” Admiral Shafiq gives him some serious side-eye, but he shrugs and retorts, “I think they’ve earned it.” The admiral frowns but doesn’t object. Aaron adds, “And finally, I recommend a warning about these devices sent out as ‘captain’s eyes only’ regarding their potential for devastation to subspace in the event of a cascade failure.” Both the admiral and the lieutenant commander nod in agreement. | Aaron shares his belief that “Harold” is a wild card not working for the Romulan Star Empire, and one with a moral code, albeit a warped one. He doesn’t believe Harold is an adversary, but he admits, “He has control over a network of gateways throughout the galaxy.” He finishes with his science department attempting to collect DNA samples from the Romulan ale. Bjornson asks for everything they find to be forwarded, and then asks, “Did you want to keep the ale?” Admiral Shafiq gives him some serious side-eye, but he shrugs and retorts, “I think they’ve earned it.” The admiral frowns but doesn’t object. Aaron adds, “And finally, I recommend a warning about these devices sent out as ‘captain’s eyes only’ regarding their potential for devastation to subspace in the event of a cascade failure.” Both the admiral and the lieutenant commander nod in agreement. | ||
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| - | ==== K'tala's ==== | + | ==== Katala's ==== |
| The two officers spot Katala’s, an Orion nightclub that opens its doors at 2000 hours every night. They decide to check it out and are in line in their uniforms at the appointed time. They walk into a dimly lit corridor where the gray Starfleet bulkheads have been covered by Orion pearlescent fittings; Aaron shivers as the memory of the //Moban//. They are met by a massive Nausicaan who silently points to their phasers and then to a security box. Taking the hint, they put their sidearms in the box, and the Nausicaan hands them each a small pile of chits before waving them through. | The two officers spot Katala’s, an Orion nightclub that opens its doors at 2000 hours every night. They decide to check it out and are in line in their uniforms at the appointed time. They walk into a dimly lit corridor where the gray Starfleet bulkheads have been covered by Orion pearlescent fittings; Aaron shivers as the memory of the //Moban//. They are met by a massive Nausicaan who silently points to their phasers and then to a security box. Taking the hint, they put their sidearms in the box, and the Nausicaan hands them each a small pile of chits before waving them through. | ||
| - | They enter a space cleverly arranged to look bigger than it truly is. Straight ahead is an open floor with tables and a few privacy booths in front of the main stage. To the left is a circular area with games of chance, and to their right is another circular area containing a well-stocked bar. Everything is lit in purple, giving the pearlescent Orion fittings a glowing quality. Orion music – similar to Terran classical music but with more drumming – is playing, and they spot a few Starfleet officers in the growing crowd. Then they spot //her//, and stare. Katala, a graceful female Orion, glides through the crowd straight to them, and she innocently asks, “Are you two together? | + | They enter a space cleverly arranged to look bigger than it truly is. Straight ahead is an open floor with tables and a few privacy booths in front of the main stage. To the left is a circular area with games of chance, and to their right is another circular area containing a well-stocked bar. Everything is lit in purple, giving the pearlescent Orion fittings a glowing quality. Orion music – similar to Terran classical music but with more drumming – is playing, and they spot a few Starfleet officers in the growing crowd. Then they spot //her//, and stare. |
| - | Katala lightly touches both men and brings them to a table. She refers to the Nausicaan bouncer as Bronx, and correctly guesses Kimball is from Portugal. Kimball pronounces Lisbon as a native, and she admits she’s been there and finds the beaches along the Atlantic coast to be beautiful and underrated. Aaron asks for a drink, specifically whatever ale she has on hand, but muses about her supply lines. Katala confirms she has real alcohol and the current tensions between the UFP and the Cardassian Union mean her supply of //kanar// is a bit thin. Kimball makes a face, but Katala gently upbraids him and says good //kanar// ages and thins out. However, she acknowledges //kanar// is unique in that it has a window before it spoils. | + | Katala lightly touches both men and brings them to a table. She refers to the Nausicaan bouncer as [[trek: |
| Katala turns to Aaron and sweetly asks, “How adventurous are you feeling?” He replies that he’s up for whatever, so she turns to Kimball for his order. Kimball says, “I’ll have whatever the captain is having,” so she glides away and soon returns with two large steins of ale. It has an oddly spicy odor, and she informs them it is Gorn ale. Both men eye each other and then their drinks, but Aaron shrugs and asks, “Is this a sipping or gulping drink?” She laughs and says, “As non-Gorn, I’d recommend generous sipping.” They grab their steins and take generous sips as recommended; | Katala turns to Aaron and sweetly asks, “How adventurous are you feeling?” He replies that he’s up for whatever, so she turns to Kimball for his order. Kimball says, “I’ll have whatever the captain is having,” so she glides away and soon returns with two large steins of ale. It has an oddly spicy odor, and she informs them it is Gorn ale. Both men eye each other and then their drinks, but Aaron shrugs and asks, “Is this a sipping or gulping drink?” She laughs and says, “As non-Gorn, I’d recommend generous sipping.” They grab their steins and take generous sips as recommended; | ||
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