In reply to Relic GM (msg # 57):

"There is a large arthropod which secretes deck eating acid in the boarding tube, and we are unable to get past. Stand by.

Lt, what if we slid or rolled the beacon over to where it is, after we tell John to lock onto it. When it reaches the bug, we signal him to transport it, and anything around it into space?"

In reply to Lt Marissa Swann (msg # 59):

"We should be ready to beam in out but it might be intelligent and a 1st contact situation if it is.  We just can't kill everything to make in convenient" Sloane points out. "Lt. Swann make sure Clare is ready to execute your plan. Do you think it has seen us or is it more interested in getting to our ship."

Sloane taps his comm badge "Sloane to the Thames, get someone to the airlock with an assault phaser, if that creature gets in take it out."

Nivran replies, "Already there, Lieutenant. I am armed with a Type III compression phaser rifle."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 61):

Sloane is a by the book sorta guy, oh well I can get used to just about anything I guess

"Well then LT, how about we simply store it in the Transporter buffer? Then no one needs to be risked."

"I'm afraid I wasn't clear enough for you, Ma'am. It is not possible. The signal was corrupted. Just leaving it in the buffer won't change that. The bits of data making up the signal are corrupted in the dematerialisation process." He is respectful, but Marissa can detect an edge of frustration in his voice. "If you want to kill the creature, sure. I might as well beam it into space on wide dispersion. It won't be any deader."

Meanwhile, the beastie shuffles on its multiple feet, a small string of acid drool hits the deck, pitting it.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 63):

"Apologies Lt Clare, I was speaking to Lt Sloane.

 However, if we don't do something to get it out of the boarding tube,it's acidic nature could damage it and then we're all in trouble.

And given the frail nature of the only certifiable sentient we have found here, time is of the essence."

[OOC: Waiting for a response from Zed.]

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 65):

OOC: Crazy week at work. Back now.

"Can we use a beacon to lore it out, or replicate the beacon with one of our tricoders.  If we get it out of there then we can safely get our patient out of here and make our next plan from safety." Zed replies.

"If that doesn't work then we will need to try and communicate with it, but we are at a disadvantage there, it is blocking our escape route and we don't know its intent, or even if it is intelligent or not." He continues after a moment of thought.

"Thoughts"

The survivor seems to be conscious again and is clawing at the suit beacon which is hanging from a utility strap on Argent's environmental suit. Fumbling, he manages to connect the wires to the jacks on his suit. A croaking voice, as from vocal cords unused for too long, comes over the comm signal, "Chamax—great danger..." The suited figure points at the beast. "Energy weapons... no good. Refractory shell... disperses beam. Must... use..." The voice fades out in a burst of coughing. The cough is wet and rasping—a bad symptom.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 67):


"Chamax—great danger..." The suited figure points at the beast. "Energy weapons... no good. Refractory shell... disperses beam. Must... use..." The voice fades out in a burst of coughing. The cough is wet and rasping—a bad symptom.

"Well that settles it for me Lt Sloane.

 LT Nivran, do NOT open the hatch,I repeat,  Belay the order to open, your weapon will not work on it..

Lt Sloane we have no atmosphere, with no way to communicate. Either order the transporter to lock, or I will open fire. The away team and most importantly in this case, the survivor will not survive, if that thing isn't dealt with.

Sir I appreciate your concern for first contact, but this is a lethal situation, and as First Officer your safety and that of the crew are paramount for me.

Please give the order sir"

Lt. Clare has been listening in on the comm channel. "I'll try to beam it into space on wide dispersal, then," he says. There is a flicker of transporter activity, but the creature remains in place. "Shit. No lock, but I have another idea." The entire boarding tube is enveloped in sparkling energy and the chamax disappears. "I just beamed the area inside the tube out using a physical lock on our own door and everything for two metres," Clare announces triumphantly."

The Thames' airlock door opens, allowing the away team to enter. The survivor is unconscious again and has to be carried in. The survivor is quickly stripped of his suit and hooked up to medical life support systems and monitors. It is a sickly looking Finori, gaunt and seemingly moulting, shreds of transparent dead epidermis hanging loosely from its skin. Its breath is harsh spastic, at least until the life support takes over and it falls into a deep natural sleep.


This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 19:01, Sun 16 July 2017.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 69):

"Get the survivor to sick bay, once he is able to be debriefed let me know." Sloane orders.

He turns to a Swann, "After this mission we need to talk."

As Argent sees to the Finori, Clare advises Zed ans Marissa that he thinks the Thames can tow the station to a stable orbit around the star so that it can be inspected and/or salvaged. "Why waste a good resource?" he asks. "It looks like it can be refurbished. There's only a few areas where the hull has been compromised."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 71):

"Agreed. Do we think once we get this to a stable orbit and away from the Dyson star we can scan to make sure no other of those creatures are on board." Sloane asks

"Otherwise we will still need to make sure that thing didn't have a mate or little ones." He adds after a second.

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In reply to Lt Zedrick Sloane (msg # 72):

"Lt, may I remind you that they are undetectable. If they're gonna reclaim it for the Federation, they'd better send in a squad of Marines first."

[OOC: Sorry, guy, I'm in the hospital with an attack of pancreatitis. Not a great deal of fun, but at least they have Wi-Fi, so I'm not completely out of action.]

Once the Thames is clear of the star's corona, Dyson Base congratulates them on their rescue of the Finori, however Commander Samson recommends you consider him a prisoner until otherwise instructed. She orders the Thames to place the station in a solar of 75 million kilometres. She will send an away team to explore and assess the station for reclamation. She's been after Starfleet to assign her an orbital facility for months. It'll be a lot easier to just assign a crew. As per Lt. Swann's concerns, Dyson Base's 6-person Rapid Reaction Team under Petty Officer 2c John Howard Patton II, at age 30 a 12-year veteran with 3 tours of duty who has just completed his Advanced Tactical Training. The Thames will be in the lead, after their in-routine and meeting the rest of the crew.
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In reply to Relic GM (msg # 75):

"Let's be sure we have someone assigned to our guests at all times, and tell me when he can talk."

Once Sloane gets to a terminal he will look at what information is available about the Finori.

Library Entry: Finori:

Finori are a humanoid reptilian species presumed to come from an alternative continuum in the Terran year 5654 CE, in a political entity known as the Third Imperium. At last record, the Sons of Yaskoydray are at the station on the gas giant Komesh, Boughene system, Regina sub-sector, Spinward Marches Sector, Third Imperium. The faction of the Finori which corrupted the programming of several Kapecki Replicants and caused the attack on Dyson Base, killing 6 Starfleet personnel and destroying 2 Runabouts some seven months ago, on SD 52415.75.

The Sons of Yaskoydray were the designated heirs of Yaskoydray, the Grandfather, who created the String of Pearls, as well as several dimensional pocket universes and several megastructures such as the one you are now in. The Sons of Yaskoydray number fifty and are second-level clones of the Grandfather. At least one more faction of the Finori, loyal to Yaskoydray and calling themselves The First-Born also exists.

Physically, the Finori are a gracile species standing 1.5m tall and massing about 50kg. They are hairess and possess a micro-scaled epidermis. They have four somewhat elongated digits on each limb, their hands having three fingers and a thumb. They lack fleshy lips and possess large eyes. They appear to have descended from a species very much like the troödon regarded as being the most likely Cretaceous therapod to evolve intelligence had the K/T Strike not happened.
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Library Entry: Farl:

Subject identifying himself as Farl is one of the leadership of the Finori faction The Sons of the Grandfather, a breakaway faction who have attempted to seize control of the Grandfather's dominions. Since his capture on SD 52439.05, he has been uncommunicative and passive in his resistance. He has been held in the Freeman's Island brig since his capture a short period before The Kapecki attack.

Far is an adult male Finori, 1.515m tall and massing 49kg. He speaks Federation Standard English adequately well with a heavy accent but it is Security's estimation that this is a put-on and he is actually perfectly fluent. Farl is of well-above average intelligence and should be regarded as a dangerous opponent possessing considerable martial arts skill. He has remarkable mental discipline and psionic interrogation measures have garnered little information. He does evidence a seething hatred for Yaskoydray and Möbius and a general contempt for humanoid lifeforms other than his own species.
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In reply to Relic GM (msg # 78):

After reading the reports Sloane says, "This appears to be some one by the name of Farl, we have held him before, let's get him back to a secure brig.  We neither have the manpower or resources to hold him here for an extended period of time.  Saying that let me know as soon as he can talk, I might be able to play the naive card and hear a tale wear he might slip up."

Turning to comms Zed adds, "Inform Dyson Base who our guest is and request where they want us to deliver him to."

Dyson Base replies, "Faith, sir, I'm afraid you're incorrect. Farl is in our brig—got him right on my screen an' security confirms it's acshully him in there. I think you're fallin' for the old Terran fallacy that all furrinners look alike. Still, the Commander says to take all precautions, as we don' know which side your boyo might be on. The CMO says that whoever's doin' yer medic work is authorised to administer 30 units of Sonambutril and administer oxygen by breathing mask. Continue to monitor his vitals and hydrate the patient."
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Nivran suggests that the library computer simply gave you the general data on the species, followed up by the individual data on the single Finori on which it had data. "Computers are maddeningly literal." Nivran is your security specialist as well as engineer, so shi'll go back and assist Argent with the prisoner.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 81):

So after the others head back to look after the 'prisoner', Marissa 'asks' Clare to give her and Zedrick a few minutes.

"I'm well aware that you have issues with my priorities in dealing with the Chamax, however, I did not order Clare to use the transporter, I simply advised you as your eff O to do so, and he chose to take it as an order.

So he should not be blamed, I am content to take responsibility for my actions.

Before I joined Starfleet I was a Sergeant in the Terran Marines, and I resigned and went to the Academy because I had seen too many instances where ground forces couldn't save people, while the Fleet could.

But I also see Fleet officers put in situations where their training and experience are not appropriate to the moment, because they're unprepared for that time when they must take immediate and personal actions that involve taking life, to save life.

Vulcans have a saying, much like a racial prime directive.'The good of the many outweighs the good of the few, or the one', and in this instance I recommended action to save the many.

I perceived that you, Argent and the prisoner were in danger, and that any action directed at the creature might not be enough. Even my weapon wasn't guaranteed to succeed.

Sir, this was a no win situation if you truly believe that the Chamax was sentient, but you knew we were, and that the one we rescued was.

What other choice was there?"

She sits back in her chair, a calm look on her face, "I have no problem if you want to write me up on my choices, but for me, the bottom line is that all the people that I KNEW were sentient are alive and well.

And I am going to sleep exceptionally well tonight"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:23, Sat 22 July 2017.

In reply to Lt Marissa Swann (msg # 82):

Once Marissa is done Zed waits a moment before starting. "Yes Lt. Swann  you are responsible for the away teams safety. BUT I disagree with both the treat level and how rapidly you acted.  The creature had not made any direct threat to use, showed a potential of intelligence by going to our airlock instead of going for us as easy prey.  Blocking our pathway is not actively moving towards us. We never made an attempt to even communicate with it.  It may have BEEN a Sentient being who was just defending itself or maybe running from the Finori.  We will now never know. May I remind you of the Horta, now a member of the Federation.  When first encountered they were thought to be tunnelling creatures attacking miners, not protecting their eggs from attack. We dont just beam something into deep space for convenience, having that ready as a backup plan is one thing, but acting on it without exhausting other avenues is unacceptable.

Sloane pausing for a second but puts up a finger indicating he is not finished "As for other choices, maybe once we knew we could beam it out if it threatened us, maybe letting me try to communicate with it would have been a good starting point. We were not at a no win situation yet. We still had room to retreat, which perhaps would have drawn it away allowing for backup, we may have been able to communicate, WE had options. I will note this in my mission logs that I felt you acted hesitantly but this time I will not put anything in your record.

Sloane then relaxes a bit and say "Lt. if you want a long successful career in Starfleet, remember we don't shot first and ask questions later. Yes we have a big stick but we only use it when necessary. And I will gladly let you use it when we get to that point."