This is the first post for the new game. Lets see if it has legs!

In reply to new character (msg # 4):

You can post it here and I will add the details on the main page. This site is pretty old so I have to hands on most of the stuff.

Ok you are good. You just need to select one starting weapon
A bit of house rules,
weapons have different dmg values
A small Federation phaser does less dmg then a large klingon disruptor rifle.
You may select armor:
Personal armor is
Light=(basic armor value is 1 some alien light armor is more protection)
Medium= 2
Heavy = 3
Extra Heavy = 4

You may take 2 weapons instead of 1 weapon but at a penelty of the amount of starting credits.
Starting credits is 50c  if 2 weapons are taken the starting cash is 25c

You will start with your own ship/crew
You are part of a freelancer crew in independant space bordering the Federation,Klingon Empire,and the Romulan Star Empire. Currently you are closer to the Romulan border on your way there.

As for weapons you may choose any from canon or novels,film,ect

Dmg is as follows for energy based small arms

Light wps = 1 (aka type 1 Federation phaser)

Medium wps = 2 (aka standard phaser pistol)

Heavy wps = 3 (aka hvy Klingon pistol)

these are the standard side arms. There are heavier weapons and species with higher levels of tech that have more dmg weapons but these values as a baseline for the most "generic" in the setting

Also vehicle weapons/ very large infantry weapons/ ect do more dmg of course.

You will currently be shipmates with a Ferrengi, a Breen, and a unnamed alien with four arms, (Think GORO from mortal kombat).

When you are ready to go, let me know and we can begin.




I will also check out the Conan game and post there.
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In reply to Navaar (msg # 5):

Okay:

So, do not think he would walk about like a Tiger tanks, so will take the Medium Ar (2).

Take the Medium wps = 2 (aka standard phaser pistol).

Not sure what I can buy with the 50 credits at beginning of game.

But if I can get a tricorder? That be good.

Eh, what era are we in, is it after space station 9/Second generation?

Not want to presume, due to the Spock not saving Romulus as it is destroyed, but we obviously in their territory (nearly) and either it never happens or ??? (just knowing Spock is alive is good enough and you can keep secrets as a GM).

It probably right in front of me, but cannot see it, so placed my picture on Flickr:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/...n/dateposted-public/

If you could place that for me here, that be yeeha.

Eh, got a few ST maps, I got a good one of Shakaar's Alpha/Beta map 3.3 and have two more which tell different places? So, what default map do you use and can you give me a link to it, or perhaps place in your Flickr so I can work with it.

I ready to start, are we in game forum or OOC at present? :)


Right, 3 other comrades, a freelancer crew; sound very dubious. :)

Ciao for now...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 6):

Episode 1: Eat,Live,& Make Merry


You find yourself on the bridge of the old small Tellerite freighter you and you party have been using since you all teamed up. A strange hodge podge of various technologies and species devices the freighter is a miracle of engineering. You and your group have just finished a raid on some old ancient Romulan ruins on the fringe of Romulan space. The raid collected you 3 artifacts. Ancient Romulan tube like stone works with Ancient Romulan script on the outer surfaces. Two have a blue glaze painted on them, the other an orange hue.
Your ship is making best speed possible to Rigel X to meet your contact a Tellerite fence. A coded message was sent to you a few hours ago in response to one the party sent when you left the ruins. Seated at one of the work stations on the bridge you look over to the two members of your party on the bridge with you. First there is Takk Takk a Breen Mercenary, he is busy at the navigation station piloting the ship. Keeping an eye out for any raiders or pirates. This area of space, Sitting square in the middle of the Romulan Star Empire, the Klingon Empire and the Federation, it is a rough and tumble place but it is a major hub of Diplomacy,Commerce, as well as Crime and Vice. Home to such systems as the Rigel,Orion, Nausica,and Risa.
Looking over to one of the communications stations you see Ospec The Ferrengi rogue, snoring soundly. Taking a nap after your recent adventure the Ferrengi is likely dreaming of the wealth he will receive from your plunder.
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 7):

Stavock of Vulcan raises an eyebrow as he scans the bridge of the freighter. The Ferengi never cease to amaze him in his desire for wealth. He as a Vulcan saw it a means to an end and the interest that it derived granted him a reason for exploring these ancient hives of knowledge. The Breen Takk Takk puzzled him more; he could never tell if the entity under the mask was a living creature or a machine, or both. He queried as much as logic could substance then disregarded it. It was futile to consider such things without proper evidence and his Vulcan manner would not allow himself to pry.

He studied the star chart, it was great distance from the Neutral Zone to Rigel X, but with warp power they should arrive shortly if thing went well, though only a freighter and no Galaxy craft starship, they could still make good time and arrived to at their meeting with the Tellarite.
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 8):

Takk Takk speaks, (It sounds like s series of deep vocals, more like humming then speech and the sound of a faulty computer core combined), " We are entering the Rigel system. ETA 2 hours." Looking over some readouts he/she/it notes, "Long range sensors are detecting a Tholian attack craft drifting, and,......I have been monitoring a sensor ghost at extreme range since we started our approach at 15 parsecs. Could be nothing,... but unknown,..."
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 9):

"There is nothing unknown Takk Takk, only what needs to be comprehended," stated Stavock in a calm voice, "scan region, focus on any space anomalies, gas, distortions and possibly other forms of venting, I not wish to be surprised by any Klingon or Romulan cloaked craft in the vicinity as we approach."

"Ospec, if you could be so bold as to arise and join us at your convenience, it would be appreciated," Stavock knew the Ferangi's ears were sensitive enough to hear his change in monotone as he directed the message at the the sleeping Communication Officer.

OOC: Stavock would contact our Goro, warning of inevitable danger by intercoms.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 10):

Ospec stretches lazily in his seat yawning and saying,"What? Are we there yet?" He turns to hid work station and says,.....sensor ghost? Tholian derelict? I say we run. My ears say this is a trap and the only thing I trust more then my ears is,.....well nothing. We do not need this kind of trouble so close to our payday."
As the Ferrengi putteres around the control board and complains. The response you get back from the intercomm are sounds. Sounding like a Klingon targ and Klingon monster dog eating.
Takk looks up from the navigation board and points to the enhanced images of void frozen Tholians floating in the void of space.
" Very charming,Takk," says Ospec rolling his eyes.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 11):

“That is an option Ospec,” considers Stavock, “I neither wish trouble or have any want to be trapped in the vastness of space with any hostile group at this present moment in time. But it might also be to our benefit to salvage any Tholian technology that we can get which benefits our current position."

The Vulcan stare intently at the intercom, the four arms crewman was his usual self. But he had been warned. It was the best he could do.
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 12):

In reply to Stavock (msg # 12):

Stavock moves to the onboard sensors and commences to operate them.

But the effect is uncertain and does not seem to register for the Vulcan.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 14):

You actually find there is a ping on one of the sensors. Very likely a cloacked vessel. This close to the neautral zone that is not surprising. But are they Romulans? Romulans are naturally distrustful and having them seeking you out, or any ship entering their space would make sense. Mostly only ships of interest get this treatment. The silent ghost like survellance probes and monitoring stations normally have that duty.
To be singled out is a bit more odd. That is if it is even the Romulans. This could be Klingons, pirates, or worse. Takk your Breen navigator is a blur of motion at the panel, aligning the ship in a way to put some distance between you and the sensor ghost. Offering a less apparent profile, without tipping to the fact that you know. The sensors on your board confirm --97%-- likely this is an artificial manned craft.

In reply to Navaar (msg # 15):

“Wise move Takk, let get to Rigel X as quickly as possible,” Stavock left eyebrow rises for a moment. “The Tholian craft is unmanned unless they have found away to hide their crystalline forms and we have no need to involve ourselves in their affairs at present. So, let us go. Still I will mark their location on the star map and later we can return to investigate when the space is clear of other interested parties.”

OOC: Do we have any outer guns or are we a commercial craft and technically not allowed them by federation law or is that nonsense? Also I not truly know how far we from Neutral Space and Rigel, just trying to type as if I know what I talking about. :)

What is our Goro's name, if we have outergun, I would prefer if he was at least preparing to use it. So Stavock will ask politely on the intercom for him to move in that general direction...

Edit:

Stavock activates the intercom once more and ask politely of Adderro; the four armed giant, “could you please move in the general direction of gunnery section as we may be experience an emergency in the next few minutes.”
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 16):
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In reply to Navaar (msg # 17):

You hear Adderro grunt out,"Wat? It's my off time! I am eating!". There is a pause as he seems to be waiting for your answer.

In reply to Navaar (msg # 18):

“My good fellow, I know that the banquet; you call your next meal is important to you, but if you want to enjoy many more such delicacies it might be prudent to comply to my request,” explains the Vulcan in his best logical form of communication.

OOC: I only presuming Adderro is the muscle and knows about guns and stuff (ie how to kill things), but its a fun space farce if he does not? :)

In reply to Stavock (msg # 19):

Adderro lumbers onto the bridge of the ship and glances around. You notice he has the drumsticks,( all 6 of them) of a Gobblette food bird. Similar to an earth chicken/turkey. A chunk of deep fried bird disappears into his mouth as he asks,"Who needs hurtn?"
Before any can answer Takk beeps/exclaims,
"Sensor ghost is moving in on an intercept course. Still under cloak!"


OOC: He is but his species are considered primatives by galactic standards. They don't know common tech, or math,or manners,....

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 20):

“Shields up," commands Stavock, “Ospec send a hail to that craft and ask their intent!”

“Battle stations,” He says turning to the four-armed giant, "prepare to send a volley at the heat signature of that craft if they target us and if they prepare to shoot Adderro.” The Vulcan then turns to the Breen. “At the least inclination Takk that you notice that they plan to shoot, I want you to tell Adderro to intervene first and cause them to rethink their actions.”

“If we have no choice, I want us to send a photon torpedo at there last known location, perhaps locked on to their admission and subdue their craft.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 21):

Takk sends a series of chirps and whistles your way,(and the sound of a comp core crashing). You feel the ship pitch and roll as Takk adjusts the ships flight even further. The familar almost sub audible sound of the sheilds being raised reaches your ears. Adderro a growling and states,"Weapons targeting systems can't get a lock, going to your plan B!" You see him grip the firing throttle in a death grip and his finger over the firing input board array.
"I'm getting their reply," says Ospec shaking his head. "They are dirty Orion reavers and pirates."
No sooner does he say this then the coarse voice of a jaded Orion thug come over the speakers.
"This is Villik of the Orion ship <Red>Fire Dancer, surrender and prepare to be boarded. Surrender your cargo and any nubile females aboard and you will not be harmed. Refuse and suck vaccum till dead,...."</Red>
Takk at the Nav station chirps," Orion interceptor decloaking. Two more on an intercept course. ETA 5 standard galatic minutes."
Ospec always the pragmatist says," If we hurry we could make Rigel X. The defense force there would help us,...maybe,..
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 22):

In response to Ospec words the Vulcan states, “evasive manoeuvres to Rigel X Takk Takk,” and then moving to  Adderro. “Mr Adderro if you could launch as we turn and hit them a mid-ships I would appreciate that!”

“Give them static Mr Ospec, and any garbled response of an explanation to them that they have damage our navigation controls; which might not be far from the truth and try and stall for time!"

In reply to Stavock (msg # 23):

The Breen navigator calls out,"Direct hit on our aft! Evasive manuvers, the other orion ship is still on an intercept course." He huffs the sound of computer core fans and beeps plus a gurling annoyed sound coming from his audio  transmitter.
"I am loading a full spread or tordedos in the launcher", growls Adderro. "Switching to the aft disruptor while the launcher is loading those ancient chemical detonators on those pitiful missiles."
You look at your comp board. The sheilds are holding. The Orions did score a hit but the shot did not penetrate. Sheilds down by 25%

A'dderro rolled 2,2 (miss his shot goes wide.)
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 24):

“Divert shield energy to rear deflectors (now that we are fleeing them) and target their engines; if they cannot follow us, we can leave them stranded and perhaps their fellows might lose interest in us if we keep disabling them.”

Stavock surveys the scene in the monitor, he saw the Orion ship now decloaked, but now they had raised their shields and had not been touched by their counter attacks. But the battle had only begun and if they could loose the first craft, then the other two ships would be out of range and too far to away to intercept them. The Orion ship was a smaller craft but of little difference and as its shield were at max; it would be difficult to penetrate their hull till they fell.

“Barrage that vessel Mr Adderro, eviscerate their defences!”
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 25):

A'dderro laughs and growls,"Direct hit on their aft. Their engines have been damaged. Loading another spread!" You see him smiling, more a snarl then a grin.
Ospec say's , "I am getting a communication from Rigel X. They are saying that the Orions we are currently fighting are of the "Blood Razor", clan. This clan while not recognized by the planetary authorities ; are in control of the space lanes around the system,....that is until another clan or the Federation come to quell them."
Looking at your board you are almost there. Hopefully there will be no lucky shots on the orions part,.....

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 26):

“Thank you Mr Ospec and thank you Mr A'dderro, fine shooting,” said the Vulcan in a true form of Vulcan gratitude; with no glimmer of emotion; only pure logic. “Let us be gone from here with haste Takk Takk” he continued speaking, now directed towards the pilot, with no formal title as he does not know what Takk Takk is and slowly walks to his captain's seat, watching the monitors and listening for the slightest change in the ship's sounds, “keep the barrage, we not want these pirates to become complacent and think every passing junk is target practice.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 27):

You hear A'dderro growl and chuckle again and the comp tone of him sending at least 2 more spreads in the orions direction before thyey are out of range. Your Tellarite freigther makes it's way into high orbit and and through the view screen you see an assortment of craft around the planet. From majestic Deltan royal barges, to hulking Gorn warships bristling with weapons. From the motely to the demure. Thousands of beings plying their trade or vice on Rigel X
Known for a swashbuckling reputation the Rigel systems are the place to find either wealth and fame, or death or infamey. This is were the holiest of holys share streets with the blackest of hearts. Being independant of the Federation, the Klingon and Romulan empires. The lords of the Rigel systems enjoy all the galaxy has to offer for better and for worst.
"We are being hailed," says Ospec. "They are asking we state our business before we dock at the port."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 28):

“Tell them we are a commercial craft seeking shelter and a place to dock for maintenance,” Stavock pauses, “tell them that we have just been attacked by Orion pirates in their borders and are uncertain of our vessels status.”

Stavock ponders there mission, to reach this Tellarite fence give him the three Ancient Romulan artefacts for a price. 'The danger was not gone,' thought the Vulcan, 'Still Tellarite are merchants, they have no need of violence, but that does not mean others are not!'

In reply to Stavock (msg # 29):

Ospec relays the message and after a few brief moments he says,"Ground control has given us a docking code and directions. I am sending a coded transmission to contact. "
You see that the crew has noticably relaxed some. Even A'dderro seems calm.
"Who would you want that they stay with the ship?" askes Ospec.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 30):

Stavock gives the Ferengi a slight nod and says, “Takk Takk, if you please stay with the ship and do a full diagnostic of the ship and fine any damage we have sustain, I would be grateful.”

“Osprec, A'dderro if you would join me in taking the artefact to or contact, then we can depart as soon as possible,” continues the Vulcan. He rises, adjusts his body armour and sets his phaser for stun.

“Let not leave a body count,” he concludes, “set weapons for stun and be cautious.” he turns to Osperc, “A'dderro and I shall enter first you keep hidden with the artefacts till we can ascertain whether it is safe for you to come in. We will keep in transmitter short range, but if there is danger and I communicate with you and I include the word 'safe,' then it is not; that means we are in trouble, perhaps captured and may need assistance.”
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 31):

Takk Takk nods, gives off sounds(sounds of a bring gargeling and comp chirps). He then gives a thumbs up and turns back to his board beginning his tasks. A'dderro holsters an oversized sidearm,(projectile likely), and two large broad swords to his back. Ospec, after donning his Ferrengi phaser says," I will keep the channel open. I do not believe there will be an issue with Gurr,....but we have been there before."
Stepping out into the early night of Rigel X is a bit cold(I assume they donned proper clothing), there is snow falling and the air is below freezing. At the docking bay you speak to the dock master. A stocky human of middle years. His coveralls and head wrap stained with lubricant and oil.
After which you make your way to Gurrs establishment. There are two ways to go. One is through the docks and around a salvage yard. The other will take you through a portion of the city and to Gurrs. That is of course if you travel by foot. A transport could be summoned. The city what you can see of it is a mismatch of glitz and grime. The older parts of the city where the newer parts are built on are/were old terraforming generators and industrial plants. These act a supports and foundations for the gloss steel and shiny lit spires and buildings of the upper elite and tourist areas. So muddled are the contrasting structures that it is not uncommon to see chemical fracking plumes of fire and smoke lick the night sky between beautiful buildings of glass and steel.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 32):

“Yes,” said Stavock in reply to Ospec, “it is not him I am concerned of, though it best to be cautious.”

The Vulcan calls for a transport. “Mr Ospec, you leave the vehicle before we reach Gurr's around the nearest corner. Then I call you in when it is secure!”

Stavock waits till the transport stops and allows his fellows to enter before he does.

He gives the address to the pilot/driver and waits...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 33):

The way to Gurr's location through a part of the city is short. The crowds of beings milling through the streets makes travel slow. Looking out the windows of the transport. A simgle engine hover craft made for 5 people, you notice there are almost every type of beings here. From countless planets and social and economic class.
Dispersed among them are the planetary defense force troops. Humans mostly. Their mismatched armor and weapons, no signs of rank or uniform insignia  betraying them as hired guns and enforcers, They are hard to pick out among the other mercenaries and pilots moving about in the night. You see some well off beings their own clothing setting them apart as well. Then there are the downtrodden wretches. Beggers and street urchins begging for anything a passerby might hand them.
In the distance you see small shuttles and fighter craft entering enclosed hangers in towering buildings. Still some land on open landing pads. Their exhaust melting the fallen snow and ice of these pads. Displayed among these you see advertisements offering lodging,repair, and other services. You also see gaudy neon like signs and holos advertising vice and all manner of services to the most base desires. Beside you A'dderro grunts taking it all in. Speaking to you he says,"This is a good place to drop off our little merchant sneak thief." He is pointing to a semi respectable spot outside a semi respectable tap cafe.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 34):

“Good idea Mr A'dderro, stop the hovercraft driver,” states Stavock.

“Remember,” he says to Ospec, “keep out of sight till I call if it truly safe I will use the word Secure, if something is wrong I will use the word Safe!”

The Vulcan moved aside to let the Ferengi out and indicates to the pilot of the craft continue.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 35):

A short distance away you come across Gurr's establishment. A squat low building that at one time was a pawn broker,(and had fresh paint). In the haze of the winter storm you can make out the singular entrance. The entrance at the moment is flanked by Naussican men. The upper rim of the facing wall, you detect optical security, pointed at the road in front. Neon signage stating GURRS in bold gaudy lettering flickers as small particles of ice strike the neon tubing.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 36):

Stavock walks to the door and enters and takes a look around him. He slowly opens the front of his thick winter jacket and surveys the clientèle of the establishment. He has been here before and knows the type of place it is, as he knew of many a planets and city of such ill-repute that one needed to be wary; to such a state that he kept his mind a blank and focused more on watching for danger.
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 37):

Entering you are greeted by darkness, as the interior is dimly lit. In a sec you spot Gurr sitting behind a battered desk tapping greasy fingers on a data pad. In the other hand he holds a Vilek drumstick in his hand. You see him chewing and nodding to a duo of Nausicaans. They have the look and bearing of outlaws and are speaking with Gurr.
"We will be back if you have more work. However next time, make sure that blood can be spilled during the assignment. My crew got bored on this run."
The other Nausicaan grunts his agreement as Gurr waves a hand at them saying. "That is what I love about you Gok. You are a blunt instrument literally no finesse or refinement to you. I of course will keep you in mind if anything comes up you and your crew are suited for." With that he waves a hand dismissing them. The outlaws glare but hefting the weight of their pouch they bear smiling tusk filled mouths and walk out into the cold. Gurr turns to you a sly smile on his face.
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In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 38):

"Greeting Gurr," states Stavock plainly, "I believe we are ready to do business."

The Vulcan scans the room watching the Nausicaans leave and watches for any trouble. They had worked for Gurr before and he has been reliable, but others maybe watching and he had no interest in the curiosity they may have for what his crew had to offer the Tellarite fence.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 39):

the old Tellirite looks at you with beady porcine eyes. Speaking between taking long gulps of a dark drink and between burping.
"Stavock. What have you brought to old Gurr?" He wipes his hands and clears a section of the table off. Setting aside his platers he produces various comps and gear. "I trust the Romulans did not detect you in their space? I hear they have been upping their fast patrol ships along their borders. Recent trouble with the Klingons, they say." He pushes himself on his chair sitting more upright.

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 40):

Stavock produces a tricorder and plugs it into Gorr's computer with images of the artefacts they had acquired from the ancient Romulan ruins.

“The Romulans at present we have had no trouble avoiding, though I will take note of your warning.” Undertones Stavock, “but another danger; the Orion space pirates were more troublesome, and avoided with some difficultly, leaving one of their number floating in space adrift and the remainder unable to intercept us. From communication with Rigel X, it was the 'Blood Razor,' clan that was assaulting our craft.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 41):

Gurr snorts and smiles. "The Blood Razors are currently in control of Rigel X. At least the orbital space; while their rivals the Claw Moons are trying to regain control. Why just not a day ago a group of Blood Razors informed me of the change in control and that the cost of operating who cost an additional 3% off the top of my profits. Such is the way among the Orions, power changes hands quickly under less then strong leadership."
Gurr nods at the read out.
"Is this the only artifact you were able to retreive?"
Outside the sound of wind blowing picks up.
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In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 42):

Stavock ponders the constant conflict of the planet, gleaning no more information on the present threat than the one he could surmise.

“There are three Gurr,” states the Vulcan plainly, as usual for one of his species with no emotional content, “Romulan stonetubes; their ancient script obvious on the outer surfaces. Two you can see have a blue glaze colour, while the other has an orange hue."

Stavock wonders how Ospec fairs, his sensitive ears and the blowing winds may disorient him.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 43):

Gurr smiles a broad grin, motioning for the tubes. He produces a blinking comp core from his desk and slides it into the port of the comp on the desk. Taking a tube he places it on a clear square of "glass". The glass in in fact a custom made sensor.
A few passes of the sensors needle thin and disfuse fan like lasers and Gurr is smiling even wider. "The orange tube seems to be technical data and ship schematics. One at least at the moment what looks like ancient Romulan ships. Romulans used their ships in ancient times for extra solar exploration and even exploration of deep space,......using primative draves and solar sails. No one hardly uses those now but to a collector or for an institute. This would be a find!"
Taking the other tubes he scans those. After a few moments you notice he is no longer grinning rather he seems nervous and his face is sweating.

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 44):

“Is there a problem Gurr?” asks Stavock, “you seem to be showing signs of distress.”

The Vulcan wondered what the Tellirite would consider an unviable product, let alone one that would send him into a state of panic.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 45):

The tellarite is sweating hard and looks about to hyperventilate. (Make a roll to get him to speak. Indicate how it will be done. Intimidate, charm,bluff,ect)

In reply to Navaar (msg # 46):

Strange as it was Stavock was uncertain of how to communicate to the Tellarite or question him to explain his fears.

He looked surprisingly at his companion as if for some help to assist, but A'dderro did not seem like the entity to assist unless we was putting an enemy through a wall.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 47):

Gurr is not paying much mind to you. His breathing is still ragged. For a moment you wonder if he is having a medical event. Until his porcine eyes dart your way. When he speaks you notice he is breathing in gulps. He looks at you and asks. "Are you sure you were not followed here? No bizarre sensor traces?" He stops for a moment,"I had no idea that the artifacts you would find would be of this kind,...."

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 48):

“And what kind is that Gurr?” ask Stavock in a concerned motion of his penetrating eyes. He presumed Gurr would state that the remaining two artefacts were illegal, as was was the other, but obviously more dangerous.

He paused only for a moment but to relieve Gurr's anxiety, he stated, “if we were followed, their ships must have technology beyond our capability to detect!” Still in consideration, this was not the most reassuring statement, but then he was Vulcan and what should any expect, but the logical truth.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 49):

Gurr looks at you beads of sweat on his face. "These you found on Yappidis 3. In ancient times that world suffered in a civil war among the Romulan factions. Religeous zeltos. What we have here are the instructions to a Romulan bio weapon. Two in fact", he says gesturing to tubes. "The Romulans there it would seem, were in the business of weapons."
He stops wipes his face and brow with a cloth. "The Romulan Tal Shiar or worse yet their Zhat Vash would kill for these."

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 50):

“So, they would not negotiate, otherwise you would try and only death would be your rewards,” stated the unemotional Vulcan.

Stavock pondered, “are you relinquish our deal Gurr?” he asked impassively.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 51):

"No", Says Gurr. "I have never reneged on an argeement. Not good for business if I begin to do so now." He licks his lips,"Besides I am sure someone will but these tubes."
"After payment there are three other new jobs you may have interest in." He begins transferring universal credits to you.

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 52):

“I was certain of your good reputation Gurr,” speaks Stavock with the usual expressionless face, “ but one must be sure!”

Stavock reaches for his intercom, “you can enter Mister Ospec, make sure your not followed!”

The Vulcan turns to his companion, “go outside and guard Mister Ospec as he approaches, Mister A'dderro, we want him safe!” There was a hint of concern in the Vulcan's eyes that disappeared in a moment of thought; as he considered the fanatical Zhat Vash or for that matter the Tal Sharr. They would have no reason to let them live if they knew they had the merchandise. It would benefit them naught to follow them to their buyer, they would just want the relics.

No Romulan would have waited till they had been destroyed by the space pirates if they were cloaked and following and allow for the destruction of their required technology.

Still if it was a lone spy, they would not have been able to intervene, but they could kill one lone Ferengi.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 53):

Within moments Ospec and A'dderro reenter. You notice that the Ferengi is deep into reading his P.A.D, he looks up and states. "I trust all went well? At least that what it seems by the amount deposited". A'dderro remains impassive and silent one set of arms around his extended chest and the other on his hips.
Looking at your own pad you see that five thousand universal credits have been deposited to your account. Via encrypted transaction.

Gurr nods,"and an extra two thousand because of the nature of the two tubes". Ospec shots you a glance at this but says nothing. Gurr continues. "I have 3 other jobs you might take. One is to go to Darrma 4. Again in Romulan space and collect again any artifacts there. The world again is an ancient Romulan holding that was in the same fashion turned to glass in one of their ancient wars."

"The other is from a very rich Tellerite merchant named Feldupp has a runaway slave. An orion named, Neras. He paid a fortune for her and wants her back".

"The other requires you to meet with a Romulan senator named,Lidor Sahk. He has a matter he needs independents such as yourselves to assist with. This would require you meeting him at his villa on Tashatran."

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 54):

The Vulcan turned to the Ferengi, “well enough, but in our profession it is wise to be cautious!”

The statement did not explain the problem, but Stavock knew the Ferengi was astute enough to take his meaning.

“Here is your merchandise Gurr,” concludes the Vulcan. At the statement from Gurr of the bonus and Ospec quick stare, the Vulcan lowers his head and wait patiently. They would discuss this later if necessary.

“Is there a time limit on accepting any of these assignments?” states Stavock, “I wish to discuss the options with my full crew and our ship might still require some maintenance after or encounter with the  Blood Razor.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 55):

Gurr nods and says," Take the time you need. There is at least a day or maybe two before the offers close. At least the runaway salve and the Romulan senator are on a time frame. As for Darrma 4", he shrugs a bit. "it has been ther for centuries".

In reply to Yessell Varr Gurr (msg # 56):

Stavock nodded, “we return to our ship. I will contact you my a secure channel to accept any new assignment!”

The Vulcan nods to his crew and they move to the door, “lets get back quick, I want to see how fast the ship is being fixed and perhaps at least have an opportunity to do two of the jobs. As Gurr stated the salvage on Darrma 4 is going no where!”

The Vulcan hails a cab/transport and tells him to take them to the spaceport.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 57):

Back on the ship the crew is on the bridge weighing their options. Ospec sitting again at the comms station rotates his seat towards the rest of the crew.
"I say we go after the slave. Dealing with ancient Romulan weapons stations could be dangerous. One can't enjoy all his profit if one is dead from some moldy old Romulan terror weapon."
At the Nav station the Takk Takk says something sounding like an angry mouse being pulled through a chain link fence. Ospec shakes his head. "Deal with a romulan senator? Possible,... profit is there, provided he is the friendly sort. Romulans by nature are creatures of subterfuge AND deep pockets."

Adderro laughs. "Which is why I say we go to the dead world. There are likely many riches and secrets there. The secrets equals money. I need that to send to my parents."
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 58):

“I see we are an impasse and only my vote will decide what we intend to do,” states Stavock, “I not so sure chasing an Orion slave female across world is our forte and my interest in knowledge both ancient and present would direct me to Darrma 4 to explore its ruins."

"Still the ship needs fix and I would prefer a ship which functions with 100%  efficiency opposed to blundering into a hostile environment with less than full efficiency!”

“How long to complete analyse of ship functions Mister Takk Takk?” ask the Vulcan.

The Vulcan also states, “if we need to wait, perhaps we can apprehend his slave while we are here on Rigel X. The extra credits would not be to our disadvantage.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 59):

Takk Takk emits a series of squeals,grunts, high and low frequency sounds. In sort he states that the ship only needs minor repairs. The aft weapons need to be replaced and the ECC of the ship was fried. Other then that nothing else.
He estimates that with a full shop with enough man power and galactic stanard equipment, the repairs should only take 2 to 3 days. Longer if the bay is over booked or less then a full repair repair bay.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 60):

“Well this seems appropriate if we can locate this slave in a few days,” states the Vulcan, “and then plan to approach Darrma 4 and loots its finds and begone!”

“The Romulan senator will not allow enough time to do both!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 61):

"I know someone that might help to locate this slave," state the Vulcan, "Mister Takk Takk, I can trust you to supervise the fixing of the ship, while Mister A'dderro, Ospec and I shall proceed to my contact and attempt to locate this slave!”

Not waiting for a word, he moves to leave the ship and summon a transporter to visit a human female he knows called Vosh. She owns a multi species restaurant in one of the nicer sections of town.

“My contact,” he states to the curious Ospec, “is an information broker/treasure hunter and part time hacker. Chances are she knows something. And Mister Osprec, be on your best behaviour; for she is a good source of knowledge on this planet and would not want to loose her because you have offended her principles; because you think females donning garments is offensive!”

The Vulcan gives the Ferengi a long and stern stare...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 62):

Ospec shrugs and remains silent. On the way you get to notice more of the city. The first part of the trip you see the seedier side of Rigel X. All forms of vice peddlers and goods hawking their wares. Once the transport reaches the main througfare the scenery changes . Gone are the vice dens,grey and black markets. Instead stately shops and homes are seen. You notice that the transport is moving closer to the center of the city and it is not long before it stops you not far from the establishment you seek.
I bold blue neon lettering the sign reads, Bellas, Outside you can see a dozen species all waiting their turn to be let in. At the door a large Beta Annari letting beings in or holding them back. Ospec looks at you and saays," A Beta Annari doorman? Is your friend a merc?"
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 63):

“She just a business woman that is what you need to know Mr Ospec and she may or may not be able to help us apprehend this slave!” Blatantly replies the Vulcan.

Stavock approaches the Beta Annari, “I require to speak to Lady Vosh, if you would communicate to her that Stavock of Vulcan is here and requires an audience!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 64):

The Beta Annari gruffs a bit biting his lip as he eyes you, flaring his nostrils. He draws in a gulp of air and his eyes narrow.
"Will your Tellerite friend be joining as well? Or Prephaps the large brute of yours?" He crosses his arms across his chest. The sleeves of his suit straining over his bulgding muscles. He waits to see how you will reply.

The only sound is the various beings voices, the wind, and the muted music leaking from the inside.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 65):

“No, it will be just my associates and I,” states the Vulcan impassively, “but if the lady Vosh would want a private audience, that would be acceptable.”

The Vulcan did not seem perturbed at the Beta Annari's manners. It was difficult to get any form of an emotional response from his people. He waited patiently.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 66):

The Beta Annari gruffs again a smiles a shark like smile," Of course", he gestures you inside. Your senses take a hit as you enter. The restaurant is in full swing. Being around local dinner time. You smell various foods,hear various languages,and see a multitude of beings from dozens of worlds. The flow of patrons crwods the open spaces. You look for Vosh between the flow of beings.
You hear a familar laugh coming from the back side of the main room. Stepping past romantic couples, Dabo tables,and lum drunk patrons. You make your way back.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 67):

The Vulcan approaches Vosh, his sixth sense alert for danger.

“Lady Vosh,” states Stavock, “if I could take you away from you entertainment for a few minutes!?”

The Vulcan is his usual emotionless self. “I have need of your assistance in locating a certain runaway slave!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 68):

Vosh turns around mid sentence looking at you. A smile beams on her face, "Stavock! You old crow! I didn't know you were planetside. Last I heard you were in the Lathas Run. Doing shipping for clients." She smiles and turns to those seated at her table.
Speaking to those seated she says," I hate to be a bad host , but I will return momentarily." Standing she walks to you, locks her arm around yours and all but ignoring Ospec, she leads you to a more secluded area of the establishment.
"So tell me ," she says in a lowered voice,"What are you here for?"
She has lead you to an empty table off to a small secluded alcove. Sliding in she motions to you and Ospec to be seated.

In reply to Vosh Ankylynn (msg # 69):

“We have occurred a hindrance in a small job we have procured from a client,” he paused looking around him so as not to be heard “a runaway slave; an Orion female has disappear and I was wondering if you have heard of her whereabouts or who maybe looking for one and has or may have wished her stolen from her owner!?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 70):

Vosh nods and says, "There have been a couple of runaway slaves; Orions purchased at local markets." She waits while drinks are dispensed at the table until after the waitress has left. Continuing she adds. "The Tellarite Mosh Fendo, recently bought a slave named Neras. It's a complicated story not just another fat merchant indulging his fantasies."

"Fendo was courting this orion while she was a free woman in her family. She accepted his gifts he lavished on her, but she made a mistake by accepting a bonding ring from him. She may or may have not known the significance of that token." She pauses as her bouncer throws a couple of rowdy starfleet cadets out the door.
"Well when Fendo came to collect, she refused the bonding ritual and shamed her family and his. Fast forward 2 years later and the slaves Father dies, leaving the eldest son in charge of the household. They own an estate at the edge of the city. Fendo has his estate there in that area too. The first thing the little darling does on top of cutting his siblings off from their father's holdings is sell Neras into slavery. Happens that Fendo just happened to be browsing the slave market and sees Neras."

"This was a chance to get his one and only girl, save face and make things right in his mind." "Seven days later he winds up being found by house staff bound and naked in his chambers. A large amount of credits missing and the slave gone,....... ". "There is an underground railroad for escaped slaves on Nimbus 3 it's a rough place far too many become spare parts for the organ trade black market. I have also heard a "squeak" or two about the local warlord, Hutch being involved."
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In reply to Vosh Ankylynn (msg # 71):

Stavock listens as intently as a Vulcan normally does, like a computer taking in the knowledge it needs.

“Was there any sign of a struggle, or was his drink drugged.” States the Vulcan calculating the possible scenarios, “does she have an accomplice or did she get aid from this underground railroad for escaping slaves organisation?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 72):

Vosh replies," No sign of a struggle. From the scene it looked like Fendo was duped my Neras by the promise of sexual access to her. No drugs either,.....my guess is she charmed the Tellarite into the bondage harness and walked off once she had him compromised physicaly, by having himself bound." She taps her fingers. "Fendo's staff checks out,there was that one vulcan named Stonn that disappeared after the incident, he showed up a few hours later in the hidden cellar of the estate. A nasty bump on his head for his troubles. Nimbus 3 is of course the gaudy armpit of the quadrant. Everything is for sale there and every vice and base need seen to. A slave could with credits buy her way to Nimbus 3 and then zip across the sector in only a day or twos time."

"Then there is Hutch. He is a local warlord really came up in the crime circles amazingly fast. Some say he had help with that. Either another family on the inside needed him in place and there are rumors he helps escaped slaves now and again. For a fee of course. A real juicy rumor is he had Starfleet Intelligence help him in his climb to power,......not by request,...something the S.I. did on their own on Hutch's behalf. Even more importantly," She pauses and looks around discreetly, "When the Orion Neras was still a free woman, it seems a then 13 year old Hutch had regular liasons with her. Neras was 17 at that time two years ago. They were each others playthings before she was sold into the flesh market."
She leans back,"That last piece of information is something no one else besides the primaries and us here at this table know."
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In reply to Vosh Ankylynn (msg # 73):

Stavock wonders if the credits for this job were worth it. “Thank you lady Vosh for you deliberations and I will consider the options later!”

“I will not detain you and let you get back to your guests, unless you feel there is more you can tell me?”

The Vulcan wanted to talk to his crew. An in and out job where none knew of their existence or a tangle with the SI, slavers and drug smugglers and who knows what, might make a trip to Darrma 4 feel like a leisurely cruise.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 74):

Vosh nods. "No. That is about it. I will leave an open invitation to this establishment. In case you or your crew want to stretch their legs.  Till then if you have any questions,.....you can leave my fee with the door man."
The trip back to the ship is one of silence the only sound is Ospec's quiet breathing and the traffic outside.
Back at the ship the crew  meets at the small  common room of the ship.

In reply to Vosh Ankylynn (msg # 75):

The Vulcan waits for the crew to assemble. “I thought about the data provide and the risks seem too high to take this assignment, but I am willing to debate the case! Let me provide you with the facts. Starfleet Intelligence has connections to one of our supposed targets, who may or may not be involved? This posses the question whether we should investigate such a man and not have numerous problems thereafter. I not tell you the name of this person as it will compromise you if our intentions were known.”

“These characters are questionable and can have spies in many establishments that we would investigate and word would surely get back to those we had no wish to know of our presence. No, only Garr and ourselves know of our other mission, to Darrma 4; it be a quick in and out, with little distraction as usual,” the Vulcan eyebrow raised slightly, his might have been a slight underestimation of the required assignment, but he knew they had experienced worse it the years they had been together and had survived.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 76):

A'dderro looks around and is the first to speak. "I have no problem with one job or the other. They all carry risk. Just variation on the theme." He crosses his arms and adds," I will go with any assignment as long as my family gets to eat and survive back home from the proceeds."

Ospec speaks next. "It is little known but I used to deal in the here and there of moving slaves around. I am a good tracker and I know a place or two that we could leverage to our cause if we chase the girl. I have a contact in Starfleet intelligence I could tap for an edge."

Takk Takk, bobs his head a bit the sounds of a washing machine and toilite flushing emitting from the vocal unit.[ The girl seems like no simple pleasure slave. However I know orion women,...full of deceit and cunning,.....her blood(capture) would sate my hunters sense. Your logic has saved me in the past. So I differ to your vote."]
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 77):

“I believe that this mission will escalate and we be forced into conflict where we will be placed in the middle with many side opposing us. This is a neutral planet and region of space for us and I have no wish to make enemies here, so I state that we should go to Darrma 4 and keep the usual low profile and gather any interesting artefacts we can find and return to Garr post-haste!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 78):

The crew looks around at each other. After a moment Ospec says," Darrma 4 it is. We can depart as soon as the ship is ready."
Takk Takk nods and begins setting computer courses and algorithms. Adderro looks at those present and states,"Let me know when we are ready to lift off. Before then it is a good time to get my workout in". He walks off smiling at the prospect.
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 79):

The Vulcan nods at Ospec, “I be in my berth Mr Ospec,” with that he turns and goes. The Ferengi knew the Vulcan, he would be practising self-meditation and Vulcan Mythology for hours.

As Stavock entered his cabin he adjusted the Vulcan-styled holo-illuminator bolted to a wall, dimming the lights of the lamp's red light much like his homeworld. He sat throwing a robe of his people around his shoulders and shut his eyes. His mind was as a computer, generating thought as fast as any normal machine. He mentally calculated theories and tactics, sums and equations. He was in his element and basked in its logical.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 80):

What seems like a few hours later, the comm in your room goes off. "Sorry to disturb you," says Ospec. "We will be arriving at Darrma 4 in two hours. We were able to shave some time off the trip using a passage between a conjuction of two sister stars." The time adjustor in your room shows 8 hours have passed .There is a slight pause and he speaks again. "Takk, and I have been looking over some sensor readings. The sub light signature we detected earlier is back it seems,....or something like it. It stays within sensor range a brief moment then drops back. Could be a sesor ghost, sub space turbulance. Might be a tail."
There is a pause,......

In reply to Ospec (msg # 81):

“Keep monitoring Mister Ospec. One abnormality can be regarded as a normal effect, two if of the same type in so short a timespan is something to note. If we are being followed I want Garr notified and warned. I also want to form a tactic to disable this spy or we may have a Romulan starcruiser to contend with.”

Stavock paused, “I on route to bridge!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 82):

Takk Takk comes on the comm. His?/Her?/It's? voice a series of gurgles,snarls,and chirps.
[I am engaging evasive maneuvers,.....without being overt about it. The sensor blip is trying to keep up,......it is not a sensor ghost,....]
You hear the drone of the engines rise and fall as the ship is maneuvered.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 83):

Stavock walks into the bridge, going straight to sensor control. “We need to looks for an area of space that can hide our signature. A cluster or space anomaly that can hide us visually as well as hide any admissions or other ship's activity which may attract their attention. Once found we can temporary reduce power to a minimum to disguise or presence!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 84):

Takk Takk speaks to this, again the sounds of furious birds and a flushing toilite are heard.
[I am picking up some debrise. The remains of a small moonlet. The debrise are emitting unstable radiations. Our sheilds should be able to sheild us from the radiation but that will only be a 60% chance we will be undetected. If only use our defense screens, that will protect us from the radiation for only 10 mins,but make us less detectable.]
At the mention of lethal radiation you hear A'dderro growl/moan in fustration as he walks onto the bridge dripping with sweat.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 85):

“Don your Vacc suit Mister A'dderro,” states the Vulcan plainly, “Mister Takk Takk if you please plot course for the debris. We use our defence screens and while we wait, we also shall encase ourselves in our protective suits and wait for these unknown pursuers to pass!”

Vulcans have more immunity from radiation, but he planned to also don his vacuum suit also.

“Once they loose or location, they may wish to scan the region, we will by that time be going the opposite direction and approach Darrma 4 by another route.” Added Stavock.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 86):

The crew does as instructed, Takk Takk flies the ship between jumbles of planetary debris. The occassional flash of electrical discharge shimmers in between the remains of the dead moonlet the result of heavy particles becoming energized.
In your headset within the vacc suits you hear the breathing of the crew. The anxious breathing of Ospec, the feral breath of A'dderro and the strangely mechanical sounds from Takk Takk.
Takk Takk places the ship around a couple of larger chuncks of the shattered moonlet. The minutes pass, and after what seems like an eternity the ships computer speaks:
Cloaked ship detected. Image of ship on all displays. What appears on the displays and the main screen is the silhouette of a familar shape, a fast moving design. Powerful nacelles and an all too familar saucer section.
"That's no damn Romulan," spits A'dderro. "Thats a blasted Federation ship!"

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 87):

Stavock remain silent for a few seconds pondering this new event.

“Interesting, I had no knowledge of the Federation having clocking technology,” he said blandly, “Mister Takk Takk, without attracting any attention or doing major scan, do a diagnostic of that vessel trajectory. Is it following our last course towards  Darrma 4?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 88):

Within seconds Takk Takk turns and nods,....

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 89):

Stavock watched the main screen impassively, logic dictated if they had lost any signature of their craft they would soon investigate. Theory they were following their Tellerite freighter last know trajectory they may just presume they were undetected and continue onwards. If so they would be making orbit with the Federation ship around Darrma 4.

“Let maintain this position till we are on the opposite side of the debris to the Federation ship and then let us move away in the opposite direction,” the Vulcan paused and looked to the ship's pilot and navigator, “slowly Mister Takk Takk, lets not leave a trail for them to follow, at least not a noticeable one!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 90):

Takk Takk flies the ship as instructed. In moments the ship's opposing distance in increased. All seems to be going well until the sensor ghost moves in your direction again following you. A'dderro is maintaining passive scans of the ship," The data I am getting confirm it as a federation ship. But, I will be a blasted moog, if I would believe a federation ship has a cloaking device. That is against the treaty of 2370."

"Could it be possible someone else stole or built a federation ship?", this from Ospec. "No subspace comm chatter from them either,....they are silent runnig."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 91):

Stavock pondered the capacity of the new ship; it had no line of sight on them and its sensors could not pass through the debris and radiation without interference. The ship's captain was only guessing where they could have gone and was coming to investigate unless it had other form of deflecting its scanning equipment perhaps by a drone, another ship or a relay outpost.

“Full warp Mister Takk Takk, take us to the nearest nebula and enter it sphere of influence, once in cease engine functions and other ship functions except the shields or defence screens as you think appropriate."

“Aye, Mister A'dderro, but I could never comprehend why these human would have agree with such proposals while letting the Romulans and Klingons maintain their clocking devises!” Still the Vulcan paused, then spoke plainly, “As the human adage of 'cat and mouse,' seems to apply, let us see what this hunting cat will do when it losses its eyes!?”

“Then we shall do likewise,” says Stavock to Ospec and then to the crew. “If they are Federation then they are working illegally to what ends I know not and if so or lives would be forfeit if they wished to protect their secret from the rest of the Galaxy. We had best ensure they do not catch us!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 92):

It seems that the cloaked ship loses you. Takk Takk manages to get you to warp and is heading to a volatile strip of nebula between the Klingon & Romulan border. The ships computer informs you all the decontamination of the ship will require 6 standard hours, to remove the levels of dangerous radiation before the ship is safe to move around in without protection.

Once again in a strange voice, Takk Takk announces,[We have reached the nebula. We can remain here for another 3 hours before more radiation begins leaking in. Sensors and sheilds are inoperative due to the nebulas high energy gases. I am placing our ship closer to the heart of the nebula.]

A'dderro from the tactical station adds," No sign of pursuit. Looks like we lost them."

Ospec adds," No comm traffic from known Romulan or Klingon encryption frequencies. Looks like neither has ships in the area at the moment. I am also scanning for possible SWARM ships. No tell tale signs either."

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 93):

“Lets remain stationary for one hour Mister Takk Takk then remove ourselves from the nebula,” states Stavock as he turns to the four-armed humanoid, “I believe your right Mister A'dderro,” as he also views the monitors.

“Thank you Mister Ospec,” as the Vulcan moves from station to station to confirm the data.

“A Federation ship interested in our activities does give pause to consider,” says Stavock dispassionately, “if I can comprehend the ship's captain, they will attempt to reacquire us at Darrma 4. They know our route and logic states that we have no choice but to attempt to enter cert system or negate or task!”

He waits for the crew to respond...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 94):

Takk Takk remains silent. The only sound is that of the respirator rising and falling.
Ospec looks glum. "I would like to continue. There is no profit to line my pockets if we return to Gurr empty handed. However an illegal Federation ship means they don't abide by Federation rules and they likely have no fear of destroying us."

A'dderro puffs a long sigh. "I say we go in. We just have to stay one step ahead of the phantom ship. We do have that heavy canon on the forward mount. There may be a way to get in and out in one piece."

Ospec jumps in. "Most starships have lockout/I.D. codes and security codes, unique to all vessels. I got a partial while in the debris field we could run that and see exactly what ship it is. That is if we can get a positive match using the computer to guess at the missing digits. That and my own skill as a Slicer."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 95):

The Vulcan nods at A'dderro, still pondering their dilemma.

“Then begin your slice Mister Ospec,” states Stavock, “knowing our enemy is an important tactic. If we can learn their weaknesses, perhaps avoid their scans; perhaps if we can change our frequency to represent a passing meteorite so that their ship's computer would not calculate the difference.” The Vulcan paused, “if we can arrive on the opposite side of Darrma 4, then this presumed Federation ship will be unable to comprehend we are there and we can beam down to planet and locate any useful items and be off-world in a few hours before they knew we had come and gone!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 96):

Takk Takk gurgles and sets the ships course. A'dderro begins trying to mask the ship. Which is a simple matter. Just a matter of setting up baffling emmissions from their forward array. It is not long after that Ospec speaks up saying.
"Ok. Got it! The ship is the USS Pegasus NCC-53847, under the command of Erik Pressman."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 97):

Stavock mind works as a computer, “search the databanks Mister Ospec for more information on this Captain Pressman. Lets see his past record and if we can, where he should be located and what branch of the service he belongs to!”

The Vulcan goes quiet, his mind trying to comprehend the minds of his man and who commanded him.

“It maybe a rogue department of the Federation, working outside of their normal laws which are defined to stop this from happening in the first place. And if I quote from the Klingon idiom, 'no one is perfect,' I cannot but agree!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 98):

Ospec shakes his head and sighs. "It seems the federation has some heavy intruder counter measures on our mysterious captain. All I am able to get is overt intel on Pressman. The official word is he and the ship are on an investigation near the wormhole at DS9. Looking into the detruction of the  USS Odyssey during first contact with a unnamed species."
Ospec taps his fingers on the staion board. Shakes his head and sighs again.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 99):

“Well it either a ruse or Pressman is no longer in control of his ship, but why would an unknown alien if they have control of a Federation ship what with us, we have nothing to offer and Darrma 4 must be common knowledge to any that makes the effort, so why follow us?” States the Vulcan plainly. He ponders then continues...

“We have little choice, take note of the entry sector of the Federation ship on its approach to Darrma 4 from our last encounter with them. Then plot a course Mister Takk Takk and triangulate a path to the planet so we approach from its opposite side. If we can outmanoeuvre around them, we will be safe as much as logic dictates!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 100):

Takk Takk sends the ship on course, and soon the LAST CHANCE is in orbit around Darrma 4. The pale sea green planetoid below rotates slowly on the screen. A'dderro at the tactical station is running sensor scans. While he is doing this Ospec gives the crew an update.
"No sign of our tail. Either we lost them or we were not their quarry. I am reading both Romulan and Klingon signatures but that are so far at extreme sensor range I can almost not detect them."
At the science station A'dderro also reports the findings. "Darrma 4 is a class M planetoid. With 90% Terrain gravity. A semi breathable atmosphere, but with high consertrations of floric acid in some pockets. Acid rain is corrosive. I am also reading higher then normal radiation at old city sites. Likely nuclear devices were detonated there. High but not deadly so. Our equipment will need to be sheilded to operate correctly. Storm winds  can exceed 145 kmh. Trace amounts of bio weapon pathogens. We had better take percautions,....."
Below dark green storm clouds roll across one land mass like a fungus over light wood.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 101):

“Well at least we have the advantage of seeing how the weather will be over any cities we choose to explore. We will avoid storms and don protective suiting!” States Stavock.

"Scan important sites, it will be difficult to precisely locate important artefacts, but once we are close enough our tricorders will assist.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 102):

The crew gets to it, running scans and formula in the ships computer and data suits. A quarter of a ship's hour later that data begins flowing in.
"There are 2 ruined cities that may prove useful. One is on the southern border of a large river, here." The main display shows the area in question. Still usable roads spike out from a central hub of what appears to be the remains of a city. The ruined husks of ancient Romulan ships, long dead and rusted dotted the outer edges of the city.
"This looks like a staging area. and some of the buildings seem to indicated both military and civilian occupation," he finishes.

He continues. "The next is this structure," The screen shows a large black thin needle like spire, reaching many stories up. It's pitted black surface seemingly having taken bombardment of some type. "This structure seems to still have low levels of power in certain areas and there is a weak signal coming through,..... It is on the second largest land mass and no sign of prior inhabitants at all in the past,......even in carbon dating "

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 103):

The Vulcan scans the screen...

“How close can we get if we were to beam a survey team into or near the spiral structure. If we can locate and contain this item in case of any radiation problems, we could return to the first site and ascertain if there is anything worth investigating at such a location?!”

The Vulcan pondered how or what could have built such a structure in not of a carbon lifeform. There was many different creatures in the cosmos and many he had yet to comprehend...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 104):

Ospec replies, "We can go as close at we need to. The aera is so barren. The carbon dating is detecting no life inhabited this location; ever. Now or in the distant past,.....I would say it's at your discreation."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 105):

The Vulcan nodded, thinking of what tactic they should abide by. “We shall then enter this spire. Locate this item. Return to ship and proceed to the first ruin.”

“Mister A'dderro and I will take our radiation suits and tools that we will need to secure this artefact. Let us prepare. Mister Ospec if you could remain and scan the sector for any intrusion into our space. I would take you with me normally, but since we might be pursued, I not wish to take too many chance. Still I will need you when we teleport down to the first ruined city."

In reply to Stavock (msg # 106):

Ospec nods and says," I will keep you posted at regular intervals. Our encryption protocols of course."

A'dderro smiles and begins suiting/gearing up. He slings a hvy disruptor with a partical blaster underslung. A matching pair of hvy disruptors on his hips, and a bandoiler of grenades on his chest. A visor and blast vest finish it all out. He smiles and wide blunt grin. A twinkle in his eyes.

You both move to the transporter pad the chamber hums at idle. You both step onto the pads and once Takk Takk has your signals you feel the slight static feeling of the transporter beam. The vision goes blue to white then black. Then an instant later and the reverse of that order you are standing a mere 10 feet from the base of the spire.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 107):

The Vulcan looks up while drawing his tricorder to scan the spire then the region around them in a 360 degrees circle.

“Any form of known life or other anomaly will register,” he stated to A'dderro thinking the gunslinger would not have to use the plasma cannon he had brought if the area was secure. Still he was the right man for the right job if trouble did occur.

“We have arrived safely, no sign of danger at present Mister Ospec,” says Stavock into his comlink. The Vulcan knew that both Takk Takk and Ospec would know they were safe with the use of their scanners, but vocal assurance was common practice and the logic of the Vulcan agreed with such a philosophy.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 108):

"Confirmed, and we have a standby transporter lock on you. I will contact you again in 20 standard ships minutes." This from Ospec. He and Takk Takk would be monitoring both you two and the surrounding space. An eye in the sky as it were.

A'dderro taking the rifle in his upper arms, and the pistols in each hand of the lower set of arms. Looking around grunting a second before nodding to you. He proceeds to take a staionary stance to you right and slightly ahead, scanning the area for signs of trouble. Your tricorder
sends you data ranging from soil and ground deposits, marking the lifeless topsoil devoid of even bacteria. To deep gold deposits 20 kilometers deep.
There is moderate levels of X-ray radiation and trace amounts of pathongen in the air. The most surprising is that the spire is reading a thin layer of carbon-neutronium alloy .Neutronium is a rare, dense mineral, found naturally in the cores of neutron stars. The scanner is also detecting that the air closer to the spire becomes more humid around 97% humidity and 38.3 Celsius.

A'dderro waits for your word and stands ready

In reply to Ospec (msg # 109):

“Let us proceed cautiously Mister A'derro. Scanner states it will become warmer the closer we get to spire, but endurable.”

Holding the tricorder in his left hand, the Vulcan also draws his phaser and walks towards the spire, looking for an entrance.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 110):

After a few moments your trocorder picks up something. There appears to be a microspopic seam on the surface of the spire. What is more is that the outer skin appears to be going through some type of respiration. Hence the humidity and dampness. The tricorder having decyphered the locking protocol sends a signal. A second later there is a click the sound of a watermelon being split open and a fissure appears on the spires surface. The hairline fissure grows wider and your suit indicates that there are decayed biologicals being rushed out the spire due to the pressure changes.

The fissure once open entirely is 4 meters wide and 5 meters tall. The interior of the thershold have a strange biological look, Like putrid muscle that has be torn. Long strands of clear mucus like liquid branch both ends of the opening. Beyong is a sickly green and pale light.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 111):

“It is possible Mister A'dderro that this citadel in in fact alive!”

The Vulcan steps in scanning as he goes for the slightest change. He turns and waits as A'dderro joins him to watch if the entrance would close automatically without assistance...

He wonders if they would lose contact with the ship and if they could teleport out once they reached the artefact.

Ship's protocol was to flee if an enemy entered the sector and could detect the ship. A'dderro and he could be trapped within this spire for a long time if things went bad, a long time!

In reply to Stavock (msg # 112):

Your tricorder shows several rooms within several levels. The largest being at the base,(first floor), of the spire. A total of six rooms seemed to be intact. Getting to some might require a bit, considering the amount of rubble leading to some of them. Others the way seems clear. There is a slight hum in the interior of the spire. At irregugular intervals there is the sound of deep air flowing,....breathing.

The interior air is heavy in waste gases. Heading into the toxic levels per part of air volume. A'dderro stays at the ready. His people being warlike by their nature ; is taking no chances. The thick hairs on the back of his neck;as thick a straight pins, stand on end. He growls under his breathe.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 113):

“What do you sense Mister A'dderro...?”

Stavock with his phaser ready moves to stand near an area which provides cover...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 114):

"This place seems wrong," says A'dderro growling. " Just the feel and sense of the whole place." He shakes his head. "We are here, best we get done and out."

Your tricorder shows 6 rooms. One being on this floor.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 115):

The Vulcan admired the tall A'dderro's instincts and did not want to suppress them with his logic, but that did not stop him being systematic.

“Let move from room to room, starting with the first.” He pointed forward as he aimed is tricorder at the empty space beyond what he presumed was a membrane or muscle.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 116):

You enter a central lift that seems to be embbed in a cylinder reach up through the spire as far as the eye can see. The door opens and closes and you and A'dderro feel the sensation of motion. After a brief moment the lift stops and you step out to a rounded room that encircles the lift tube.
This hall bends back on itself a dull metallic hue to the walls and diffused light casts long pale shadows on the grey tinged walls. At regular intervals there is a door. Each the relative size and shape to allow most standard galactic humanoids passage. The door in front of you is closed a small control panel to the left of the door is active it's screen flickers static and snow and a red light shines on it.
The door to the right of that is ajar and a flickering of blue light comes from within. You catch glimpses of shapes and shadows play against the interior of the rooms inner walls. To the left of the center door another duplicate door stands also ajar. This one however is bent at an ood angle the mechanism having either failed or been forced causing it to sit at a 35 degree angle on it's frame and rails.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 117):

The Vulcan is curious of the static screen, but the moving shadows had best be examined first; in case of danger.

He nods at A'dderro and moves towards the open door and the strangle flickering lights, weapon at ready and watching his tricorder.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 118):

A'dderro takes postion and at your nod he rushes the door branishing his four weapons. Upon entering yoou notice that the blue light is from personally installed lighting and that the flickering is the long lasting L.L.E.L lights begining to burn out.
Courious as these lights last for many generations with high end ones lasting even longer under normal circumstances. The blue light reminds you of the solar light of certtain worlds. Their suns being of the ultra violet shift in their life cycles.
The room itself looks like living quarters. Humaniod in nature. There is a large desk on one side so large it takes up that side entirely. There is a waredrobe at the right end of that with a computer station and to the right of that there is what appears to be a large tanning bed. On the entire wall oppisite of all these is a wall with personal effects hanging from various locations.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 119):

The Vulcan scans the room with his tricorder looking for any abnormalities, but his mind was more interested in finding this artefact than wandering through the spire. The computer interested him, but he walked outside and acknowledging A'dderro's presence and goes back outside to the control panel. Here he attempts to fix it if he can.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 120):

After a faile attempt you manage to repair the consol. It takes a bit of doing and the tech is old but you splice some circuits and the screen clears. On it in ancient Romulan script is the phrase ,[ Welcome Sub Commander Rokek].

The door opens . A'dderro still at the ready steps in. He grunts and narrows his eyes. The room is layed out and appears to be a office a personal command room. There are banks of long dead comps and screens. Data cards and files are scattered on a half circular desk along with personal terminals and a meal long turned to dust.

While most of the comps in the dimly lit room appear inactive a few seem very low power at the moment.
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 121):

Trusting A'dderro's skill as a guard the Vulcan with a quick observation of room walks to one of the low powered computers. He activates it and watches for any important data...

He looks for a plan of the citadel and locations of any important devices stored within...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 122):

The files are all in Romulan script but your own language is much like the Romulan language and it only requires a little pausing to consider the text syntax. Looking on with the provided file listings you are able to scroll the data.

The files are as follows.

1. Facility Management/Function

2. R&D

3. Personal Logs

4. Maps and Facility Layout

5. Battle Logs****file addendum***

6. Storage

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 123):

The Vulcan activates '4: Maps and Facility Layout,' searching for the floors of the spiral and then '6: Storage,' looking for any important item they had placed in their facility.

Stavock activates his communication device, “Mister Ospec do you receive me, if so download any data from this computer I am now operating.”

The Vulcan plugs into the computer with his tricorder and adjust it to the signal from the spire to the ship above. He was unsure if the Communication Officer could hear him through the enforced walls of the spire, but he worked with logic not hope. If it fail, it failed.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 124):

There is static on your communicator and the following broken message from Ospec. "BBZZZZZZ Stavock,....dense,zzzzzz...allow linking. ZZZZZZZ,...return of ship,.....zzzzz engaged . Some,....zzzzzzz,.....port,.....and,zzzzzz. No negotiation,.......damage,....fuel,......counter,...zzzz"

The rest is all garbled. A'dderro growls under his breath.
The data you are collecting indicates 2 flyers in the hanger and 2 CLASSIFIED items in a high security section of storage. The maps and layouts show the complete structure. Curious that some of the outer structure does not match what is being displayed. What you have seen is another 40% larger then these floor plans. Was more added on later by someone?
No matter what, you now have a complete map of the spire.
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 125):

Stavock looks at A'dderro and raises an eyebrow. He knew the crew, they will attempt to retreat and return as needed. Now they had to beware of any landing team coming from the new ship, which logic states was the USS Pegasus, presumed commanded by an Erik Pressman.

“We must move quickly. I uncertain is their scanner will locate us in this spire, but we cannot escape if they chase away the Last Chance!”

The Vulcan attempted to recorder what he could of the data from the computer, especially the map.

“Two fliers in spire's hanger Mister A'dderro. Perhaps we can yet escape and rendezvous with the ship later!” Stavock stopped to ponder, “there is also a secure storage room. We shall more there immediately. There is possible two relic we can salvage!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 126):

You and A'dderro make your way to the classified storage area. The halls are curved in nature and your inner ear does detect a circular and upward movement as you go. The lights are flickering in certain sections. Others are completely dark. There does appear to be power in certain areas but very low. Your tricorder indicates that you must either cross the unconstructed portions of the spire or the waste reclaimation hub to reach your destination.
" Which way?" asks A'dderro.
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 127):

Stavock spins rotating his tricorder, “this way,” he points as he moves towards the storage area via the unconstructed portions of the spire. He had no wish to go the other way...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 128):

As you continue to move into the unconstructed areas the spire gradually takes an unexpected change. Gone are the smooth alloy walls ans computer banks. Gone are the dim and flickering lights. Instead there is pulsating ridged wet looking tubes. Big enough for a small shuttlecraft to fly through. At certain intervals the masses give off internal light. Light flickering candles in a Chinese lantern. There is a sound to like a smith's bellows on occasion being inflated and deflated. Your tricorder registers this as some giant organism.

Inch deep layers of mucus cover the floor and the muscle like masses. Your tricorder urges you forward deeper into,"The Belly of the Whale."

Looking up from his tricorder A'dderro comments, "This mass extends for another fifty meters on. I am also detecting open spaces or breaks in the outer structure of the spire further down. We should watch our step."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 129):

The Vulcan acknowledges A'dderro's statement and proceeds. They had been through worse in the past, but his logical thought considered Takk Takk's capabilities and he/she/it was one of the best pilots than he knew and they could manoeuvre away from the 'Pegasus' and be safe from further detection.

Stavock gave an inscrutable look at the floor covered in alien slime. Perhaps they had entered an organism which had enveloped the citadel. But if so and they showed it no harm, its body defences would ignore them.

“Let us avoid damaging this living construct Mister A'dderro, then it may refrain from regarding us as a threat...”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 130):

A'dderro nods and follows. After a bit he speaks. "What manner of creature is this to sit on or try to consume a structure? On my world mothers often tell stories to their broods of creatures the size of starships or even of nebula that eat stray ships or entire planets if they fancy it,......Is this one such being?!"

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 131):

Stavock pondered, “it maybe no more as a fungi clings to a tree's bark for support, but if it is consuming the structure; then it must be a slow process and we have plenty of time!”

The tricorder has given no inclination of the substance of the entity; and it can only be logical. If the tricorder does not register the lifeform, them none have encountered its like before.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 132):

You stand in front of a LARGE & HEAVY metal door. The structure is imposing . The metal looks sturdy even after all this time. There is a sense of protection for and from all on either side. A group of computer banks lines the right and left of the wall. A single chair at each bank. On the displays there are numerious charts and data streams. Some of the spire, operations,status,the surrounding land mass and even into local space.
One bank as two data screens showing a blinking red light above it.
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 133):

The Vulcan moved to the screens showing the blinking light. He attempts to operate the consul and activate the screen. He looks at A'dderro.

“We may need to work in tandem if both banks are need to be operated to open this door?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 134):

A'dderro nods and positions himself behind the sister bank of user comps and screens. That is until after he has swept the area with his weapons. Satisfied he takes position there. Looking at you he says without turning."I never learned to read Romulan,........I might not be too much help,..... Mainly I just hurt people, tech stuff, I leave to to everyone else,...."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 135):

The Vulcan nods, “I will assist and show you how to activate it, if needs must.”

Stavock works at the consul he stands in front of to find if it will allow access to door.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 136):

A'dderro nods curtly and covers you while you work.

You make short work of the main encryption matrix. The Romulans were using a 3D holo lock with security algorithms using quantum crystals. (Some of which your tricorder picked up in the metabolism of the strnge creature enveloping the spire).
The code once broken allows and grants access to a second security protocol. This one is a random generated security lock with one of 20 random combinations being generated every 5 seconds.
You see you will need to either pick one at random and hope you have the right means to enter. Or you could try and hack the system using the tricorder. Modern tech could give Stavock an edge against ancient Romulan security modes. Another you notice is there appears to be a glitch in the encryption matrix. If you could isolate the glitch you could bypass the security entirely. Using the embedded glitch and a pre established entry into the security features.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 137):

The Vulcan focuses on the glitch, if he can fool the computer into accepting his command, it in theory would open the door. Stavock sets to work.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 138):

The effort is successful. You are able to spoof the system that you,(using the glitch), are in fact part of the glitch in the system allowing you acess to the greater functions of the security matrix. From here you can control any and all aspects of the spire.

There appears a root menu on your screen.

1: Access Seals and Doors

2: Command & Administrative

3: Research

4: Security

5: Personal

below these another appears, likely only accessable by you and the top tier Romulans who ran the place.

6: (Classified)

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 139):

The Vulcan deactivates any security within the citadel that might activate when A'dderro and he passes by; basically giving them a top-level security pass each. He then takes a look in the 'Classified,' section and as he does so, he opens the door for A'dderro to spy if there is any danger within.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 140):

You see the confiemation of these on the old Romulan screens. You notice the interference between you and the Last Chance, is now deactivated. Allowing you to use the comm with the ship freely.
Most inmportantly however is the huge man sized locks and hermetic seals of the passage beyond roll in the cradles. The sound of tons of pure , perfectly engineered alloy bars and locks giving way and the sound of medical force fields shutting down in the passage beyond.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 141):

The Vulcan switches to a secure channel, “Mister Ospec do to you receive me?”

Stavock advances on the open passageway, phaser in one hand. He watches the shadows, but does not expect too many dangers unless the creature that is enveloping the citadel has body defences which could prove dangerous.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 142):

The voice of the Ferengi comes on, albeit annoyed,"Read you loud and clear! We had to retreat to the nearest moonlet in the system the blasted Federation ship straffed us. Wreaked havoc with the sheilds and we are trying to lock down a plasma leak from the warp nacelles,"

"Scanning the Pegasus on long range senors. It has taken a stationary orbit around the planet. We managed to get two good shots in with the heavy cannon and disabled their warp core. So we can high tail it out before they can follow us. Sensors indicated that they sent a shuttle down. Look out for visitors!". He pauses and adds,"We can leave very soon. Once you are ready."

As you and A'dderro advance your ears pick up a squishing sound from the shadows ahead, they sound like cold grouol being dropped on a hard floor.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 143):

“Acknowledge,” replies Stavock, “we have located two functional flies in the hanger and will proceed there once we have gained the cargo. We will keep you informed!”

At the sound the Vulcan gave A'dderro a look that stated he had heard the sound also and moves behind a column and prepares to shoot his phaser.

“Computer, increase the intensity of the light in this section!” He state plainly.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 144):

Lights kick on. Illuminating the entire room. You stand in a large sterile clean room. The air full of negative ions. The light casts no shadows on the medical whites and greys of the ceiling,walls,and floor. The room is large, over two hundred feet in each direction. There are mydrid structures and equipment types in this room from various medical machines, partial flyers,large stasis tubes. Long deactivated and burnt out defense guns pepper the room and tacticle locations. Chemistry and machine work stations, banks of computers and pressurized metal tubes extending from the floor to ceiling; with elbows jutting out at chest level.
The sound seems to be coming from a metal tube. One of the installed tubes seems to have sprung a leak. Thick amber colored gel oozes from it a puddle of this gel gathering at the bottom. A pair of ancient and low on power service bots; the size of earth cats scuttle around it. Collecting the amber gel and depositing it into a reclaimation unit at the far end of the room.
Somewhere in this room your goal is in sight. It will take some looking but it take standard effort and time.

A'dderro speaks up,"Looks like we have StarFleet in the spire!" He turns pointing his tricorder the way you both came. "I got five heading this way."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 145):

Stavock nods at A'dderro, then speaks, “computer is there another route from this location to the hanger other than the way we have come from?”

The two moved further into the long room, the Vulcan scanning with is tricorder.

“I have no wish to make an enemy of Starfleet, so if forced to shoot at them, then use stun mode Mister A'dderro.” States Stavock. “Let find these artefacts and make haste to the fliers and begone. With a Starship in orbit around this planet it would be foolish of us to attempt to salvage any other location, we can come back another time if required!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 146):

A'dderro grunts in ackowledgement and switches his weapons to the stuns settings.
You make your way deeper into the room. Your tricorder giving vital information and leading you to what you assume are the artifacts.
You keep an ear out for any sounds of advancing interlopers. The sound of the comps and machinery make it difficult but between your sensors and your own ears and A'dderro, you might just have an edge.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 147):

The two moved quickly through the complex. A'dderro hoping the danger was behind then as Stavock used logic to presume that unless obstacles were in there way, then they would have no need to encounter the Starfleet patrol and they could avoid their presence and be gone for the spire.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 148):

It does not take long until you are at the very research work station you are looking for. There in a security and safety field are 2 more ancient Romulan artifacts like and similar to the ones you have procured before. In a few moments you have the fields down and are opening your pack and placing them within.
It seems that the Federartion away yteam is lagging far behind you and A'dderro. You are making good time and soon you reach the small hanger bay of the spire. Here the organism is literally melting away. Your tricorder detecting atomic breakdown and a heavy content of silicon in the surrounding air.
The fliers you seek are here. Each classic Romulan Green and looking like soom kind or flying bird of prey. Crewing up to 6 plus 6 more passengers. The ships appear low on power but undamaged. A'dderro grunts in approaval and begins sealing the hanger door. Welding the seams shut. He finishes in record time.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 149):

Stavock nods, “well done Mister A'dderro!”

He moves to the fliers, “we will take both fliers, if any errors occur in mid-flight to the moon that the 'Last Chance,' is hiding behind we can attempt to aid the other!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 150):

A'dderro grunts and begins climbing into the flier. Nothing the EVA pilot suit with not fit him, he none the less climbs in. "These fliers are low on power," he states. "It could get tense."

With that he begins the start up and the engines whine and are ready to go.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 151):

“Acknowledged Mister A'dderro” says Stavock as he secure himself in his EVA suit.

“Computer, block any signal and shield us from detection as we leave the planet!”

“Mister Ospec,” states the Vulcan into his intercom, “prepare for our arrival, we are in the hanger and just about to depart in the fliers. Energy of fliers are low, so be prepare to intervene if necessary. Mister A'dderro has no EVA suit so, reaching him first is a priority. Cargo secure, end of transmission!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 152):

Almost as soon as you get space born the indicator lights for the power on the fliers starts flash8ing. In Romulan text scrolling on the screen it shows that you and A'dderro are almost out of power. A'dderro's voice comes on the comm. "I am reading empty too. Guess it was too much to ask for an easy getaway." He eases his flier into an eliptic dive heading straigth for the the Last Chance.
On you board you see you ship heading towards you and by the counter they are at full sublight. You also see the IFF on your readout; it shows the USS Pegasus on an intercept course, coming in fast.

Ospec's voice is on the comm system. "Hang in there, we are on our way. The Fed ship might reach you first. I would hate to trade "broad sides" with that ship again,...but it might come to that,....it is faster then us and it is  out pacing us."

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 153):

“Do the best you can Mister Ospec,” states Stavock plainly, “but, if necessary flee, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!”

The Vulcan attempts to see if the flier he is in had any missiles or weaponry he can aim at the USS Pegasus' engines. If he could slow the starship, he could give A'dderro time to reach the 'Last Chance.'

In reply to Stavock (msg # 154):

Your flier while it does have weapons; most are energy based. With your flier being low on energy they ;the use of which would deplete your precious little stores. You do have a high speed if small mass accelarator, and a couple of chemical propelled nukes.

You also notice on your board that the fedaration shuttle is lifting off planet side. The  Pegasus will need to slow to allow them to dock.

A'dderro sounds on the comm,"We could make an attack the engines, if we can dodge the incoming counter attack on their part!"

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 155):

“Only as a last resort Mister A'dderro,” speaks Stavock in a dispassionate tone, “attempt to transfer remaining energy to speed and reach the 'Last Chance,' as quickly as possible. We may yet be able to leave them stranded as with their warp core disabled, we can begone from here before they can fix it!”

The Vulcan set to work diverting the remaining power to the flier's engines.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 156):

The old Romulan flier lurches a bit, but you are able to coax it to full sublight speed. On your sensor board you see the Federation ship falling further behind. Soon ,The Last Chance, is in the visual range of your own eyes.
You and A'dderro make you way from the docking area. The two Romulan fliers taking up most of the hanger. From here you will have to either secure the artifacts, or hurry first to the bridge.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 157):

“If you please Mister A'dderro,” says Stavock taking the satchel holding the artefacts and giving it to the tall four-armed giant. “Put these items in storage and secure them. I go immediately to the bridge!”

“Mister Takk Takk, I presume this goes without saying, but take us forthwith from this section and Mister Ospec attempt to hide any trace of our departure from the USS Pegasus.”

The Vulcan quickly goes to the bridge.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 158):

You enter the bridge, Ospec and Takk Takk are both in a flurry of motion. A computer tactical display is shown on the upper left of the main view screen over the normal real time displays. On it you notice that The Last Chance is well ahead of the Pegasus, however the counter on the display and your own mental calculations show they will be upon you before you can resonablly jump to warp.
"The Pegasus has a tight lock on us," says Ospec looking from his display to you. "Evasive action is not having any result,...or large enough a result. I am attempting equations of ship evasive actions beyond safety limits to see if those will work!"

Takk Takk makes sounds of an old car engine turning over and thick mud being sucked through a hose.[ " If we are FORCED into combat AND is we get off a shot or two FIRST. We might be able to inflict enough damage to avoid capture. However I can not guarantee no Federation casualties."]
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 159):

“Acknowledged Mister Takk Takk,” states Stavock plainly, “the Federation ship, must have a purpose, but the ship is far from its original sector; the wormhole at DS9 and it is uncertain if the Federation has sent it after us. If as Mister Ospec stated that pirates might be in control of the craft then I would have little concern if we marooned her in space, but we are uncertain.”

“Attempt Mister Ospec to contact the Pegasus once more and communicated with this Captain Pressman. If we can talk with him, then there is a good certainly that it is Federation ship, unless he is being mind-controlled by other forces!?”

“Mister A'dderro,” state the Vulcan into the comms, “if you could make it with haste to the bridge, we have need of you at your post; we may need to engage the Pegasus and at worst destroy her if we can!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 160):

Takk Takk makes a noise like cats fighting,[ Unable to get a positive lock. They are still at extreme range!"]

Ospec sounds off as you hear the heavy thuds of A'dderro taking his place at the tactical station; " I have a few maneuvers loaded in the combat matrix. They will stress the hull of our ship but should make an engagement with the Pegasus more survivable."
With this the main view screen comes to life a scene of the bridge of the Pegasus. Standing in the center is Captian Erik Pressman.

"Independant craft. This is the U.S.S. Pegasus. You are in possession of Romulan Bio Weapon artifacts. This is in violation of treaty. Power down your weapons and shut down your engines. You are to be taken into custody at the mearest starbase for crimes against the Organian Treaty."

Your tactical board still shows the ship closing fast.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 161):

The Vulcan acknowledges Takk Takk and turns to Ospec, “prepare Mister Ospec and Mister A'dderro, your best shot please." The Vulcan's right eyebrow raises as he turns to the screen.

“The Captain of the Federation starship which is using an illegal cloaking device should not be accusing others of breaking treaties,” states Stavock in an impassive tone. He stared directly at Captain Pressman's eyes as an extreme thought passed through the Vulcan's mind of reaching out to the captain's mind and somehow melding with it through the vacuum of space; holding him ridged with his intense stare as the Vulcan's crew kept working to strike a fatal assault at the opposing ship.

“We are just traders who have stray far off the normal trade routes due to our navigation instrument becoming defective. But the problem is solved now and we can continue on our way!” The Vulcan knew that no competent person would believe such an obvious lie, but he was not attempting logic; just generating time for his crew to prepare their attack. It is said, no Vulcan can lie, but by Stavock logic he was not lying. The truth was he was being deceitful for a normal logical concussion, to tactically defeat the U.S.S. Pegasus.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 162):

Capt. Pressman ,stares a hint of a smile on his face. " I had hoped it would not come to this but I can not let that ancient Romulan weapon see the light of day. I ask again. Hand over the artifacts and prepare to be boarded. If you refusewe will open fire and we outgun you 2 to 1."

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 163):

Stavock tries a different tactic. “I note that you have a cloaking device, but it does not seem logical that a treaty would allow two powerful enemies to keep their cloaking technology, but not allow others to benefit from such advancements. Is it your decision to renounce such restriction place on you and others by the Federation or is there some secret sect of the Federation that is ordering you to violate the treaty!”

“I also cannot be sure that you would be any more or less responsible if we gave you such technology; for you have proven by your actions that you are not abiding by the so called greater good's laws and therefore cannot be trusted!?” The Vulcan raised an eyebrow waiting for he captain's response.

“If we did give you the artefacts, what assurances can you give us that you will not use them for your own devices?”

The Vulcan did not look at his crew or radiate any desire or need for them to act. He left them to their own devices and did not interfere.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 164):

A'dderro growls audibly behind you in his station. You are sure he is itching for afight with the Pegasus. Takk Takk makes a sound of a gurgling sink drain his/her/its annoyance evident.
Ospec sends a coded message to your board.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 165):

The Vulcan raises an eyebrow as he stares at Pressman and casually glances at his screen.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 166):

Ospec has sent you a short message. It reads as follows. "When after the same prize always remember they want the prize as much as you do. Use their want to your advantage," Rule of Acquisition #55.

Seems Mr. Ospec is trying to suggest leverage.
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 167):

The logic of the Vulcan comprehended Ospec's message but still wanted Pressman to comprehend his statement to the opposing ship captain. That being: what gave him the right to judge and jury when he was no better that the rest...

“If you require these items, perhaps we can make a deal,” stated Stavock blandly, “for if you destroy us, then they will also be destroyed. Granted if you not want others to have these items, then destroy us would seem the logical thing to do, but it is also logical that the more damage you do to us, the less we will do to you, unless we accidentally destroy you life-support systems?!”

“I suggest a compromise and allow us both to depart as friend! What say you?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 168):

You notice Ospec smirking slightly.

Pressman pauses a moment. "I would be willing to beam on board. With two of my men. I can meet with you to discuss this in a more secure means , instead of speaking over sub space. Any other option would mean taking it by force. I believe , being the logical person you are and the reasonable person I am, we could perhaps avoid that."

Pressman stops and awaits your reply

In reply to Ospec (msg # 169):

“Then at your convinces Captain Pressman, we shall await your arrival.”

The Vulcan turns to the others when the screen closes.

“Be ready for trouble. Mister Ospec scan the their approach and make sure it is just the three  that are arriving, I have to reason to think otherwise. It is just a precaution. Then Mister Ospec and Mister A'dderro we shall accompany the Captain and his guard to the messhall where we can talk.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 170):

Ospec nods and replies after checking the instruments. "I am reading 3 life signs ready to transport. The Pegasus is on yellow alert , sheilds up. Their position is in a multi vector position meaning if we run they will pounce on several headings." He looks at you," Trust it seems is hard to come by,..."

Ospec and A'dderro follow you to the transporter. You transporter only has 3 pads and one extra large one, at the center of the 3. Ospec looks to you at his position at the transporter board. A'dderro stands next to you his lower pair of hands on his hips.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 171):

The Vulcan nods at Ospec's words as they move to the transporter room.

“Energies Mister Ospec," states Stavock, “let our visitors come onboard!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 172):

There is the familiar whine of the transporter engaging and in moments Captain Pressman stands before you. On either side of him are two Starfleet security personal. Scanning the room quickly with his eyes he speaks.
"Thank you for allowing me on your ship. This is Ensign Gomez and Lt. Tarlon." Gomez is a short man rippling with muscles. He nods curtly. Tarlon is a Vulcan female her eyes remain impassive as she slightly inclines her head towards you and Ospec. She ignores A'dderro.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 173):

Stavock acknowledge both the security guards with the same nod of acceptance.

He then turns to Captain Pressman, “if you may,” he indicates the door, “we can converse in the ship's lounge.”

Stavock waits till Pressman joins him and walks beside the man to reassure him of no betrayal; for if phasers were used, he might easily be hit by the exchange also.

When they reach the lounge Stavock indicate the long couch opposite him, across a plastic see-though round table.

“Can we offer you some refreshment?” asks Stavock of Pressman. He turns to look at Ospec if the captain desires anything to drink so the Ferengi can prepare it for him. If not Ospec should sit close to him to offer advice if necessary.

A'dderro stands close by towering over the procceedings.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 174):

Pressman shakes his head, " I will get to the point. You and your crew are in possesion of several ancient Romulan artifacts. These artifacts are part of or were part of a Romulan bio weapons project. These can not fall into Romulan hands. If they do it is in all likelyhood that the Romulans would develop these pathogens and use them on their rivals. This could lead to extreme loss of life and all out war."
He pauses and looks around the room. He reaches into his pocket and removes a small simple looking dull silver object; a single blue light on it's top surface. He places this on the center of the table. " A sound dampening module. Courtesy of StarFleet Intelligence."
Placing it on the table he continues.
" The Romulans for months have been conducting deep digs on their ancient sites. While they have been hard at work on this They have had to expend resources,ships, and man power to a Reman uprising and incursions by the Tholian collective. Which has given us time to play catch up." He pauses and adds. "We have had our own issues with a recently discovered alien power from the Gamma quadrant, but StarFleet is concerned that the Romulans are making a push to expand their borders after the Hydrans took several of their worlds along their northern borders."

Ospec speaks up to this,"The Romulan fleet stopped the Tholians in the Bre'kal system last month. Using a type of phasic quantum mine field." Pressman nods, " I assume your contacts in the  Ferengi Union are where you get that informantion. However yes that is correct. Starfleet feels after the Romulans develope other ancient weapons, it is possible that this bio weapon will be developed and they will use it on the Hydrans; as they have other experimental weapons in that conflict. After that they just might get the idea to use it on their other enemies,.."
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 175):

“So, you believe that once we sell our cargo to our buyer, that he would then sell it so the Romulens?” states Stavock. It was more a matter of fact that a question, but he needed to be sure of Gurr's intent.

The Vulcan waited for his reply, but added, “what would you exchange for this bio-weapon. He are practical men, but we have out own concerns to consider!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 176):

Pressman continues, "Gurr would likely sell to anyone, provided his own interests were served and secured." The security officer Tra'Lon raises an eyebrow at the mention of compensation. Responding Pressman states, " I could convince Starfleet to drop any current charges any of you may have. I might also be able to get you a safe house or two, on a couple of worlds." " However while I would like you to deliver the artifacts anyways. The starfleet intelligence team needs to identify the buyers. I need your crew on sight in case we get sniffed out. That way I could and would have another operative team in place as a back up."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 177):

Stavock raised an eyebrow, they knew of Gurr; so it would be safer for Gurr if they left him out the deal. He could explain that to him later. But Pressman was not offering much, except danger and perhaps putting Gurr at risk...

“Hmm, so if I comprehend you intentions, you wish us to spy on our trusted compatriot Gurr and perhaps put his life and our lives at risk in some covert operation that has nothing to do with us for a free pardon that may or may not be accepted by Starfleet and a safe prison to hide in from perhaps a Romulan assassination team that would be sent after us for the rest of our lives and for a Vulcan that is a couple of hundred years as Romulans are not known to forget a vendetta or ingratiate us with their pardon?”

Stavock's head slight move to an angle to look a Pressman...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 178):

Pressman smiles a thin smile, "I believe it may not come to all that." Leaning forward he looks directly at Stavock,"I am asking you to save some lives and receive the benefit of the Federation and our graditude."
Leaning back he reclines in the chair,"The choice is yours. Now my ship has some engine damage  due to the spat we had. Normally we would be able to outrun you. Given the damage , however you have a day heads start if you decide to decline."
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In reply to Pressman (msg # 179):

“Logical Captain Pressman, the needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few!”

Stavock turns to Ospec and rose, “I will need to converse with my crew, they have a right to their opinion!”

He then turns back to Captain Pressman, “you may wait here our return to your own ship as you want..” He moves to the door giving his fellow Vulcan a brief nod of recognition once more.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 180):

Pressman nods at this and gathering his officers he asks," If you would escort us to your transporter I would like to return to my ship."
The trip to the transporter room is short, However during that walk Tra'Lon steps sesides you and says,"Stavock. I would have a word with you if you deem it suitable."

In reply to Pressman (msg # 181):

Stavock nods, seeing a fellow Vulcan stirred emotions (especially a female) in him he found easy to suppress, but he would rather not have had to. He stepped to the side, they would have little times, so she would have to explain herself quickly...

Stavock waited dispassionately for her to explain her wants...

In reply to Stavock (msg # 182):

"I would ask what you value," says Tar'Lon. "I know what your four lobed friend values. I ask this." She stares at you as you walk side by side.

In reply to Pressman (msg # 183):

“Logic above most... and the personal growth of one's Katra in the search of perfection!” He state plainly, his face  unexpressive.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 184):

"Of course," she states. "Forgive my curiosity. I have never met one of our people who was a mercenary. "
By this time you were all in the transporter room. Pressman and crew took their positions. "If you are going to run. I suggest doing so as soon as possible. If not you know how to find me. I had best return to my ship and oversee the repairs." says Pressman
With that the transporter energies and Pressman and crew are gone.
"Now there is a strange fish," says Ospec "Very different then most Starfleet I have encountered."

In reply to Pressman (msg # 185):

“Logic states a greater freedom to explore strange new places without hindrance from rules or treaties. I may have encountered and learned of many anomalies that I would never have seen if I had spent a lifetime in the Vulcan Academy or explore the galaxy in a Starfleet cruiser beaming done to planets, we have catalogue centuries before.”

At the transporter room Stavock bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of Tra'Lon and Pressman's statement. “You will have our answer shortly Captain Pressman!” He states dispassionately.

He waits till the Starfleet officers are gone and turns to Ospec and A'dderro. “Let us convene on the bridge; Mister Takk Takk will want to voice his opinion of these matters!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 186):

you all convene to the bridge. A'dderro is the first to speak up. Growling he says," I say we blast our way out of here. Destroy or disable the Federation ship and return to gurr and get paid. I have no stomach for mewling galatic politics and empires at each others throats!"

Sitting again at the comms station and having scanned the ship for bugs and other devices,Ospec fiddles with the security and counter espionage programs. " I would agree a deal is a deal,....still,...that Federation ship has a cloaking device. It might have more then it seems that it does. I want payment of some kind. On the flip side having a faction like the Federation on OUR side could be,...profitable,.."

Takk Takk lets off a series of grunts and squeals, followed by a series of computer like chirps and clicks,[ They have us at a disadvantage. No ships captain would board a possible enemy ship and make an offer unless the was an ACE in the sleeve. Some would argue he is desperate. I think he has a plan in case we refuse. One that likely means our distruction or capture.]

Just then Ospec's board starts going off. Turning he begins scanning , "I have another sensor ghost at long range . Almost beyond the range of our sensors to detect!. Looks like another cloaked ship!"

A'dderro growls from tactical,"It's on an intercept course for both us and the Pegasus! I am raising shields, powering up weapons!"

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 187):

Stavock analyses the wishes of his crew.

“It would seem Mister A'dderro that you are out voted and the logic by necessity is to ally with the Federation and assist in their endeavours!”

The Vulcan turned at the commotion, “logical Mister A'dderro,” states Stavock at the four-armed humanoid's statement to raise the shields.

He activates the comms to the Pegasus, “It would seem that we have an unanimous agreement to aid you in your task Captain Pressman, but it would seem we have other concerns. Are your sensors detecting another ship and do you know if its actions are hostile towards us; perhaps Romulan or Klingon?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 188):

Your answer is given before Pressman can reply. A fast attack Romulan patrol craft decloaks; coming in at high speed and fires on bothe the Last Chance and the Pegasus before recloaking.
Takk Takk sqwaks,[ Fast attack Romulan bird of prey on heading 2-2 1 mark 3! Shields holding minor damage to our primary hull.]

As A'dderro returns fire, Pressman comes on the screen. "It seems the Romulans have made their move. We are engaging."

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 189):

“We will attempt to assist; flank and locking onto their heat signature!” Retorted Stavock.

“Do your best to cripple them Mister A'dderro. I not sure if these Romulans are of a separate faction and unaligned with Romulan High Command. Mister Ospec attempt communication with the Romulans and ascertain their intent. The more we know of who we fight the better our chance of survival. I do not want a bounty on our heads from the Romulan Empire!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 190):

A'dderro let's off a wide shot with the wide firing arc, phase cannons. The two port side cannons flare and one scores a hit. You briefly see the outline of a Romulan patrol craft as it gains distance after its attack run. "Direct hit. The tactical comp is calculating their next vector!" says A'dderro as he waits on the results.

"I have the Romulans on audio only. I am broadcasting," says Ospec fiddling with the comms.

The voice of the Romulan commander is heard. "This is Major Rakal of the imperial ship V'lek. You are in violation of treaty by being in Romulan space. You are charged with theft and crossing ours borders. Lower shields and prepare to be boarded."

They let off another shot the strikes the Pegesus. You see Pressman's ship return fire.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 191):

“This is a rescue mission, we receive a distress call from a stranded ship and have come to investigate, please refrain from hostilities while we assist the other ship in fixing its warp engine, then we shall depart!”

Stavock raises an open palm signal to A'dderro to halt him in his work, but the Vulcan knew his Romulan cousins and knew they did not regard any violation of their space as a friendly act. He just wanted time for his allies to prepare or if the gods of logic would prevail, that the Romulans would retreat to a safe distance to contemplate his statement.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 192):

There is a brief pause , A'dderro stands down and for a moment nothing happens. Then,......the Last Chance is rocked by another volley of disruptor fire from the Romulan patrol ship. A'dderro barks out, "Shields are holding, another pass and we will start taking damage!"
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In reply to Warbird (msg # 193):

“Continue with your evasive manoeuvres Mister Takk Takk,” states Stavock to the Breen, “Mister A'dderro, I think we have been courteous enough to our host. Let offer him some other alternatives to ceasing his attack!"

Stavock watches the monitors to see how the USS Pegasus is coping.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 194):

A'dderro lets loose with a barrage of phase canon fire. They streak into the star filled void. None having found their target.

Takk Takk deftly manuvers the ship allowing the Last Chance to avoid being hit. Looking out to Pressman's ship you see the Pegasus' shields flare from direct hits. Their own counter fire raking the Romulan patrol ship. Certainly Pressman' Oberth class starship could not handle too much damage. However Pressman may have an Ace up his sleeve.

In that moment of thought Pressman' image comes on screen," The Romulan patrol craft should have run by now, being the odds are 2 against 1. Either that Romulan captain thinks very poorly of our skill, or they are delaying us till more Romulans show up." In the background you see Federation damage control teams putting out electrical fires on the bridge.

In reply to Pressman (msg # 195):

“Be aware Mister Ospec, I may need you in the transporter room to beam over any of the Pegasus' crew if more Romulans starships appear. They have no warp drive and cannot escape!”

A part of the Vulcan's logic cannot comprehend why they should not flee now and leave the Pegasus to its fate. They threaten their freedom and forced them into a contract that did not benefit them.

“Captain Pressman, how many crew do you have?” the screen had still been on, and Pressman had heard Stavock's words. If they had to flee, then the Pegasus' crew needed to be on the Last Chance, or they would be left behind.

“Manoeuvre closer to the Pegasus. I want to be close to be in transporter range with no errors if the encounter goes bad Mister Takk Takk!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 196):

Ospec puts on a headset and heads down to the transporter room. "I will be in communication!" he says as he heads to the lift.

On the screen Pressman replies, " A generous offer. However I have 40 crew members. Your ship can't take that many,.... Either I and my crew fight our way out. Or we go down with the ship. The Romulans are not giving us much choice. I am launching a warp capable black box before we are destroyed, set to the nearest StarFleet outpost. Someone has got to stop the Romulan Empire. Pressman out."
With that your main screen shows the Pegasus firing on the patrol ship. Photon torpedoes rocking it off it's vector.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 197):

“Then let us destroy this Romulan ship and logic allow us to fix your warp engines before more arrive Captain Pressman!”

Still, the Vulcan ends transmission with the StarFleet ship and as he turns, he activates the comm to the Transporter room.

“Mister Ospec, can you activate the signature of the three StarFleet officers we beamed over. Lock onto their whereabouts and if their ship threatens to explode, beam them over!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 198):

"I am getting lots of high energy interference due to the battles weapons fire. I am running a pattern seeker in the transporter matrix to try and locate them", says Ospec. " I am monitoring the battle from here and am ready to transport at a moments notice."

On the screen you see the Pegasus begin moving closer to the planetoid. A few thousand meters above it's thin atmosphere. Meanwhile A'dderro is firing on the Romulan ship,while Takk Takk is trying to move the Last Chance into a better position.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 199):

“You may have to act quick Mister Ospec. I think the StarFleet ship is doomed!” Stated Stavock.

“Mister Takk Takk, make calculations for warp. We need to return to neutral space, and be far enough away from this location, so as not to be affected by the gravitational pull of that planetoid!”

The Vulcan monitored the shields, trying to draw power from unused parts of the ship's functions.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 199):

Stavock moves to assist A'dderro and adjust his targeting array a few degrees.

“Shoot before him and as he moves into the dangerzone, and they will be unable to avoid it!”

He moves to Ospec position attempting to scan the solar system and beyond for anymore approaching Romulan crafts.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 201):

At Ospec's station you scan the surrounding space. With all the weapons fire there is lots of background radiations. You look and find another blip. It is moving towards you but it seems to being chased by a second blip. You say chased due to breaks and heading changes by the first blip. The first blip is 90% Romulan due to the phasing in and out by the focused scan your ship can detect.The other ship is not Ronulan or at least it is not using or engaging a cloaking device.

The assistance you gave A'dderro bears fruit. The solid torpedos your ship carries while primative strike the rear of the Romulan cfat while it was attacking the Pegasus. Their solid fission detonators striking their exhaust manifolds, causing structure damage. Their engines flare and sputter. Their safety computer protocols kicking in.

[Romulan ship disabled! Their power systems are in emergency mode.] says Takk Takk sending data of the enemy ship to your position. You notice the Pegasus while damaged is currently out of danger.
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 202):

“Stavock to Pegasus, we have new incoming, but unsure of their intent. One hostile, other unknown. He advised. Be aware of threat!”

In the Intercoms Stavock contracted Ospec and explained the new crafts. “Monitor from your location. We still might have to transport some of the Pegasus' crew. We damage it badly enough for it to lose it wrap capacity and if any more Romulans appear, they will be destroyed!”

“Damage report Mister Takk Takk?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 203):

(There is rapid clicking mixed with the sounds of chirps and bleets)

[We have multiple power leaks on decks 1-3. Warp core is holding but we are leaking plasma. Weapon systems online. Life support nominal. Shields at 40% No structral damage.]

From the transporter room you hear Ospec reply. " I am monitoring the situation here. I would guess that second blip is not Romulan. May be Federation?"

Looking out the main view screen you see the Pegasus take a stationary orbit around the planetoid. It seems likely that Pressman and crew while battered are holding their own and attempting to make repairs.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 204):

“How dangerous are the leeks Mister Takk Takk?” Asked Stavock.

“Logic did state it might be an ally of Pressman's, but the facts are more reliable Mister Ospec!”

“Move to an intercept vector to the new Romulan ship Mister Takk Takk and make it known to the pursuing ship of our whereabouts and intents Mister Ospec!”

Stavock presumed Pressman had sent for help or he had aid nearby which he had not wished to convey to him and his crew.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 205):

[The leaks are minor, mostly affecting sub systems on those deack. We can operate with the leaks but I would recommend having them repaired soon.] The sound of a dog barking mixed with the sound of grating tin sheet metal.With that the Last Chance is put on an intercept course.

It does not take long but soon you are able to see within visual range the two ships. The Romulan ship is a T'varo bird of prey while the pursuing craft is,....

"That's an Orion raider!" This from Ospec who has returned to the bridge and is gathering his damage control suit and gear." Running scans he says as he sits at his station his stubby fingers a blur of inputted commands.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 206):

Stavock acknowledges Takk Takk and views the screen, “both ships are our enemies. Who should we aid if any. Does the Romulan ship have the same markings as the other we just engaged?”

Stavock wondered what the Orions had to gain assaulting a Romulan craft and why did it not turn around to defend itself. Was it so desperate to reach the distant conflict, it cares little for its own defence. While also dragging another enemy with it.

“Scan sector again Mister Ospec, are there more craft in the vicinity?”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 207):

"No other ships detected," replies Ospec. "I am detecting weapons fire between the two approaching ships."
On screen you see that the Romulan ship and the Orion ship will be in range in short order. Meanwhile the Pegasus is in orbit around the planetoid.
Scanning further Ospec reports,"Both Romulan ships have the markings of the Romulan imperial navy."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 208):

Stavock acknowledges Ospec and speaks, “I will contact Captain Pressman, perhaps he knows of why the Orion whether accidentally or intentionally are assist us?!”

Stavock activates the comms, “Captain Pressman do you have and knowledge relating to the Orion Raider which is approaching?” He pauses, “I need to know if we should assist or withdraw?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 209):

A static and flickering image of Pressman appears on the screen.
"I don't,....zzzz.....raiders. Offer aid, for a price. Most,...zzzz...crackle,....One or more."
Ospec at his station shakes his head. "The communication is too garbled. If I were to make a guess I wouls say the Orions are after something. They would not likely fire on a Romulan ship unless there was."
The ships timer shows the craft will be in range in 30 secs.

In reply to Pressman (msg # 210):

“Captain Pressman, your transmissions are erratic, attempt to boost your signal,” states the Vulcan plainly into the comms.

He then turns to the Ferengi. “Contact the Orions mister Ospec. I rely on you to come to an arrangement with consideration to a joint venture for the present. Ask also if they need any aid with the Romulans!”

With little time to consider he then turns to the tall four-armed crewman. “Prepare Mister A'dderro for conflict. Target the Romulans!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 211):

You receive more garbled audio and video from the Pegasus. You see that the ship is positioning itself at it's best tactical position given the situation. Skimming the upper atmosphere of the planetoid.
" I have weapons locked on the Romulan's", this from A'dderro. "The disabled Romulan ship is listing and is crawling away,..."

Ospec calls from the comm station," I am hailing the Orions. I am receiving a signal."

Before Ospec can finish ; A'dderro blurts out," Romulan ship has launched a plasma torpedo!" Takk Takk jolts the ship in a stomach churning counter maneuver, pitching the ship to the inertial dampners limits. Computer warnings begin blaring across the bridge

In reply to Ospec (msg # 212):

“A typical Romulan tactic. Next time if we survive, I will not be taken my surprise again!” States the Vulcan.

“Release countermeasures, evade and Mister A'dderro shoot what you have at the Romulans!” Says Stavock, “Give them the honour of a quick death!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 213):

The Last Chance and the warbird are speeding towrds each other their engines roaring and their weapons spitting energetic death. As you both barrle towards each other you notice that the distance between the two ships in disappearing fast!
A'dderro scores solid hits and do the Romulans. Even at this speed you see that their plasma torpedo is almost charged! In the distance behind the warbird you see the Orion raider nipping and the warbirds backside.
The next few seconds will determine the outcome of this fight.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 214):

“Deflectors on full to the prow!” Plainly state Stavock, “Mister Takk Takk, I trust in your abilities but have you got a good reason for flying straight at a plasma charge?”

“I know of ships' captains that have turned into a normal torpedo to crush it before it can detonate. Destroying cert torpedo before it can do any harm. But, this is a plasma charge and we will be flying through it!”

“At by mark, turn to starboard and change deflectors to portside!” calculates Stavock. “Maintain your barrage Mister A'dderro!”
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In reply to Stavock (msg # 215):

You notice Takk Takk has the Last Chance at full sublight speed. A death grip on the fight yoke. He/she/it is not using instruments but is flying at manual. You hear a chirping at the sound of a cat fight from Takk Takk. [ Trying to close distance! That torpedo is less effective at short ranges, and if we get hit ,...likely it would do less damge too.]
A'dderro is growling and firing as fast as the weapons banks will recharge but all the bursts miss. The warbird is also heading straigth towards you. It's weapons flaring.
At the last moment Takk Takk veers the ship sharply to the left. The plasma torpedo shots past barely grazing the outer shields.
The warbird overshoots the Last Chance , it tries to bank back but is caught in a flat spin with the competeing vectors and engine directions battling and spinning the warbird like a childs toy.
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 216):

“Acknowledged Mister Takk Takk,” states Stavock plainly.

Activating the intercom, “Mister Ospec what was the Orion Raiders' message?”

The Vulcan thinks, 'logic states we have little chance against a warbird on our own. The Orions must have damaged her badly before it arrived in this sector!'

In reply to Stavock (msg # 217):

The view screen comes on, Seems Ospec patched the Orions through to the main screen. On screen you see and older Orion male.
Looking at you under a thoughtful brow the Orion speaks. "Independent Tellarite vessel.  I am NaiTok of the Orion Clan Blood Hawks, may we be of service to you? It seems the local Romulan patrols are seeking your destruction,..."
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In reply to NaiTok (msg # 218):

Stavock ever the logic, “it would seem we can be of benefit to each other. Though it would seem that it is you that are in pursuit of the Romulan craft and have no need of our help!”

The Vulcan paused only briefly, “I perceive the mutual benefit will be complied if you Captain NaiTok are also willing to assist a stranded StarFleet ship?”

Stavock was never one for intrigue and his blunt honesty he would logically think would make Ospec groan is frustration and perplexity.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 219):

NaiTok nods and smiles a thin smile. " We were on an,.....expendition in this sector when we were accosted by Romulans. A matter for us given by our clan. I have no love of Romulans. Name your terms and needs captain and we will comply. As one catain to another."

On your screen you see the less damaged warbird tractor beaming is more damaged comrade away at a snails pace.

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 220):

“We have suffered some minor damage that can be maintained, but the USS Pegasus does require some assist and at least protection from any more hostilities from the Romulans!”

When he has a chance, he turns to Ospec. “Mister Ospec if you are not already doing so, please attempt to black and transmissions from the Romulan crafts!”

If and when the Orions agree they will turn and cruise back to the Pegasus.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 221):

Ospec gives you a confirming nod of his head and set about his work.

On screen NaiTok replies," The Federation is not known to reward those such as I , but we will assist the Federation craft, independent. As you and your crew and I might find more mutual ground. I would sujest we also leave the system in due haste. The Romulan are notorious for bringing in entire cohorts of vessels when their borders are breached."

With that the screen goes off and the Orion raider takes a stationary orbit around the Pegasus.

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 222):

Stavock again contacts Pressman, “captain, how are you proceeding. We need to make haste. Do you need any help in fixing your wrap engines?”

The Vulcan was unsure of the Orion raiders intentions, why would they assist. His crew and he had previously been attacked by the Blood Razor clan and he was unsure of the loyalty between these two groups.

“Mister Ospec could you please give me any information you can gather on this clan of Orions, I want to know their affiliations with other clans and what they are renowned for?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 223):

Pressman replies,"We have stablized our warp engines and the danger has passed. I wouldn't be entering any races with the Pegasus in it's current state, but we can reach speeds of a max of warp 4.4, Life support is rigged but holding. We are currently searching in our data banks for a friendly port to berth at."

On screen you can see the Pegasus lifting out of low orbit and heading in your direction. As for the Romulans they are barely visiable on screen still heading away. From his station Ospec replies. " This clan is into the normal misdeeds. However they do engage in drug running and slavery as their primary sources of status and income. With military black markets being a new venture for them."
In the lower left corner of the screen you see the Orion Raiders ship growing larger as it approaches."

In reply to Pressman (msg # 224):

“Very good Captain Pressman, we shall follow you once you give us the coordinates!” He deactivates the communications to the Pegasus.

He turns to his crew, “I not sure we can fully trust drug dealers and slavers. The abuse of the mind and soul by inappropriate use of chemicals, that destroys the physical form and the restriction of another's freedom is beyond my desire for knowledge and I wish not to know their reasons for doing such things!”

“Still the basic instincts of the primal animal is another question, best left to later!”

He then considers the present, “maintain our shields none can board us with our shields active, be ready for any betray from our new rogues' alliance and let prepare to leave this system. Both these groups want what we have got and at present do not want our ship destroyed. They could, especially the Orions betray us at any moment!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 225):

Takk-Takk sets about the orders given and before long the Last Chance and the other two ships are underway. A brief pause and a moment later Ospec comes back onto the bridge. He sits at his station and begins giving the computer data. After a few minutes, he speaks up. " I have two places that are within range. We could stop on Free Cloud, a party planet and general scoundrel haven. Or we could limp our way to Vox 3 make a few repairs there on this neutral world and head then back to Gurr."
Thinking a bit he adds,"There is a mining colony on a world or two close by. One is heavy ore the other is a Dilithium mining site."

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 226):

“What is the Pegasus vector?” asks Stavock, “we should follow them to their destination. But if I had any choice, it the matter it would be to Vox 3!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 227):

Ospec runs some fast calculations,"According to the vector and taking into account stellar drift. It appears that they are heading to Deep Space 20." He runs more calculations. After a bit he has more , " It borders none aligned space, and systems close to the Federation border."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 228):

“Interesting,” states Stavock plainly but with great thought, “plot the course of the Orions Mister Ospec, are they following the Pegasus?”

He speaks to his crew, “we have little options, no doubt Captain Pressman has sent a message back to the Federation of our part in these events and of course the Romulans have a record of our ship and will not favour us with the credit for allowing their own to escape. As the Romulans are not known for the generosity!” The Vulcan paused only momentary, “they will hunt us till they regain want is rightfully theirs and attempt to eliminate us in the process!”

“Tactics state we should ingratiate ourselves with the Federation, then once this event is finalised we should set course for some neutral territories on the borders of the Cardassian Union's space."

In reply to Stavock (msg # 229):

Takk Takk sets the course of the Orions and states in a chirping and grating sound, like birds caught in a grinder, [ The Orions are heading back towards Vox 3. Shall I keep their course and heading?]

Ospec and A'dderro chime in. " The Federation will bargain fairly but will fight for what they desire as well; the artifact.  I say we deal with each player in this at once if possible. Rule of Acquisition 14 states that when in negotiations with hostiles. Deal with all of them at once. This will keep them off balance having another predator in the room." This from Ospec.

A'dderro counters, "I say we go with the Orions. They are smaller fish. Once we get to Vox 3 we blast our way out and claim the reward."

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 230):

“Acknowledged, lets proceed to Vox3. There we can fix the ship and we can communicate with Pressman via long range transmissions!”

He turns to Ospec, “At present I think your tactic might be our best course of action. Let us learn what their intentions are. We probably need to return to Gurr's establishment, but I am reserved about putting him at risk, let alone us!”

“First Vox3 and keep on guard!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 231):

The Pegasus makes no attempt to follow you. Instead, it heads on its way to the starbase. However about an hour after diverting to Vox 3, Ospec calls from his station.
"I have a blip tailing us. It appeared shortly after we departed from the Pegasus' vector. It is small. Too small to be a Romulan warbird. It is staying on the edge of sensor range but is definitely following us." He brings up a tactical map on the main screen. There you see your position, the Orions, the system you are passing some light years from, and there on the edge a small fast-moving blip.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 232):

“Perhaps it is a drone Mister Ospec?” suggests Stavock, “but was it dispatched by the Pegasus?”

“Maintain scan. It just might be that Pressman does not trust us enough and has sent spies after us in a small craft, but we have business on Vox3. If we have to lose them, it will be when we return to Rigel X.”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 233):

The rest of the trip is without incident. The crew continues to scan the small blip. It dodges in and out of extreme scanning range but it never falls far behind. As for the Orions they continue ahead and occasionally their ship the Lava Fly, sides up next to you for brief moments before speeding a bit head.
After the voyage all 5 hours of it. You finally arrive at Vox 3.
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 234):

“Request permission to enter the docking area Mister Ospec,” states Stavock plainly, “then make ready to dock Mister Takk Takk when given entry!”

"We will probably meet with the Orions, so make sure Mister Ospec that we get a ship's berth that is isolated and can be secured against theft. I do not want them searching the ship!”

“Mister Takk Takk, I know we put a lot of onerous on you to see to the ship's maintenance and presume one might have time to enjoy the sights of Vox3, so we will try and allow you peruse the starport at your leisure tonight!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 235):

A'dderro looks around and nods . He then looks at you and asks, "What about me? I can stay with the ship. I can make sure no one tries and snatch her."
Ospec scans a bit. "There are two Ferengi docks owned exclusively by Ferengi. I would say that is a good bet. They will be expensive but they won't outright steal our ship."
Takk Takk gurgles and says,[ I accept this. I have never been to VOX 3 I am curious about this moon.]
It is not long before you are in low orbit and the green moon beckons on the view screen. You see dozens of craft of various styles and species in orbit, Some of the craft are ancient going back a century or more. You also are glad at your helmsman's skill. The orbit is littered with debris and ship parts.
You see salvage crews on the hulls of these old derelicts. For all intents and purposes the orbit of VOX 3 in a junkyard.

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 236):

“Then make it so Mister Ospec, let us dock at their main station!”

“That was my next suggestion Mister A'dderro, though I would want you with me when we talk to Captain NaiTok. It seems we have no choice but to assign you to guard duty of the ship!”

The Vulcan scans the planet junkyard and ponders intricate thoughts. He acknowledges Takk Takk's desires to observe the planet.

“Mister Takk Takk will be supervising fixing the 'Last Chance,' so, Mister Ospec, it will be you and me who must confront these Orions alone. I will need you advise on how to best negotiate with them!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 237):

" Just my thoughts as well," says Ospec reaching for some of his gear. He keys in some codes to the dock masters and turns to you. "I inputted my Ferengi guild I.D. we should get confirmation in a second or two".
Meanwhile Takk Takk and A'dderro set about their business. A'dderro secures the ship and Takk Takk begins sending a list of parts to the dock master on the repairs. "Got it," says Ospec turning. "The charge is triple the normal cost, but these Ferengi will stay good to their word,...as long as the credits continue to flow."

Within moments you both disembark and standing there at the end of your boarding ramp in the busy dock you see a dirty street urchin. An Orion male no more than 8 standard years. He looks at you a big smile on his face. You look around and do not see anyone else. Looking back you see the youth take a big bite of what looks like a roasted rat on a skewer stick. He is still smiling at you between chewing.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 238):

The Vulcan approaches the Orion boy.

“And you may be?” asks Stavock of the child.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 239):

The young boy looks at you and says, " I'm Nivik you likely spoke to my father and followed him here". He holds out a rat greasy hand, "I am here to take you to him. If you leave here on your own without me you could run into trouble with my father's rivals." He shrugs and turns on his heel and begins making his way to the exit. You see his mane of matted and untamed hair bobbing as he walks. You see him load a slingshot from his back pocket with random nuts and bolts scattered on the floor and launch them at the hanger rats scurrying on the hulls of random ships.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 240):

“Does you father considering washing a crime Nivik?” asks the Vulcan plainly, not taking the hand offered.

“Then lead on young sir, your assistance is appreciated!”

“Charming little creature,” states Stavock to Ospec casually.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 241):

Nivik lets his hand drop and says something about Vulcans being as friendly as computers under his breath. He then looks up and smiles. " No. I left my father's care on my 9th year. He agreed because I wanted to make my fortune on my own like a true Orion male." Ospec tilts his head to one side at hearing this. Nivik continues. "See Orion males are considered men in Orion society if they can pull themselves up by their own bootstraps and get all the privileges of older males regardless of age."
The dirty youth continues. " I was good in my father's household mind you. but I wanted one of his concubines as my own. Then my father lost her in a speedster heat meet and now she belongs to Boss Harrad-Sar. My dear Father thought I should concern myself with females my own age, but applauded my drive even if lust were at its core. So here I am. Not yet a made man."
Ospec chuckles bearing his sharp pointed teeth," On Ferenginar we have such urchins. Most don't make it. The few that do rise in power and wealth and become great heads of households and holdings."
You walk a good distance avoiding the hawkings of vendors,hover cabs, and prostitutes. The air is heavy and damp with a high temperature. Making for a sticky day. The squaller and vice thin as you progress and after a walk, you come to a more legitimate side of town. The shops here are well kept and the streets are free of riff raft.
Nivik stops before a shop with a colorful Orion script on a sign above it and points. "My father is in there. Be sure to be respectful and mind your matters. Otherwise, you will end up like the old spacer Jenkins," With that, he sits on a waste bin around the shop's corner and begins gnawing on his rat.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 242):

“How inspiring,” stated Stavock plainly and with no emotion, “such enthusiasm in one so young!”

Once they arrive at the colourful shop.

“My dear young sir, Vulcans are forever polite and considerate of others' needs!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 243):

You enter the establishment. Here the lighting is brighter than the dim rainy light outside. Inside you see a shop of sorts. You notice that the shelves that line every inch of spare wall are lined and covered with all manner of things most of them illegal.  From weapons and gems to works of art. You notice that they and the large vials of drugs are on full display if covered and protected by heavy force screens. You notice various vid screens hanging on the walls up near the ceiling along with security cameras. These vid screens are all displaying various hover speedster races. You thoughts go to Nivik's comment about his father's need for speed.
At the end of the shop, you see  NaiTok leaning deeply into a hard-copy ledger. He is in sharp contrast to the festive feel and look of the shop, mainly because NaiTok is wearing a style of armor of his clan. You see two of his lieutenants standing on either side of the counter eyeing you. Ospec motions with his head and the two of you walk forward.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 244):

“Good day Captain NaiTok. I presume we have business to discus.” States Stavock plainly, “how is it that I can assist?”

Stavock wore his medium armour, which was difficult to hide under his loose-fitting clothing. His standard phaser pistol at his hip though not his only means of protection was the most convenient. His mind was his greatest weapon and his Vulcan training, if he could get close enough to his enemies would suffice.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 245):

NaiTok looks up from his ledger and pulling off a pair of virtual glasses from his head he welcomes you. "Good day and top of the morning to you," he says motioning his lieutenants aside. He moves and locks the door to his shop and turns back to his counter where you assume he is engaging a privacy unit. This is because you hear such a unit's familiar beeps. He props himself on the edge of the counter and orders his men to bring chairs and Romulan ale. Once they have he speaks," It would seem my crew and I were raiding the same planetoid as you," he states. " We had gathered a few items but had to make a hasty retreat when the Romulans showed up. Imagine our surprise when we see other free agents come into the system with a Federation ship in pursuit." He pauses and speaks slowly.
"We as I am sure you are; were hired by a contractor. Mine in fact was a Romulan senator. I hold no Allegenic to their Star Empire but dealing with Romulans can be profitable. My own contacts sent us in system to collect code tubes on ancient Romulan bioweapons. It seems certain factions in the Romulan senate would like to produce these weapons and use them in first strikes against their perceived enemies."
He holds up a hand while downing his glass. Continuing he says," My own employer wanted the ancient weapon codes before the Romulan Tal'Shiar got their hands on it. We my crew and I arrived a scant two hours before the fast patrol ships of the Romulan navy showed up. The Tal'Shiar likely arrived after we all departed. I would like to offer to buy the data you collected from you. The Romulan senator I was hired by says he wants to make sure the factions in the Romulan senate do not get their hands on that data, as that would likely mean the Romulan factions would strike either the Federation or the Klingon Empire. He feels a war would do more to harm the Star Empire then benefit it. So I ask you will you be willing to sell? I can pay as can my Clan Head."

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 246):

The Vulcan looks thoughtful, “I must quote the old Klingon proverb, 'out of the frying pan and into the fire!'” Speculates Stavock.

“At present we are assailed by a few hindrances to this plan. One the federation knows of us now and wishes us to assist in one of their endeavours or be held accountable and we need cert relics to enable our task to prevail!”

The Vulcan thinks for a short while then says, “you can rest assure your patron that the data will not fall into the hands of the Romulan senate and that he has nothing to fear, and your job is done. We will remove ourselves as far away from the Tal'Shiar and hinder any chance of them getting this data!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 247):

NaiTok shakes his head. "This will not do Captain. As the Romulan senator, my employer knows you have the data and that I am brokering this deal." He holds his hands up at chest height palms out. " Had the senator had his way he would have set his house guard here to take it. I said I would bring it to him. My clan can pay. Enough that you may go anywhere to shake off the Federation." 
He pauses and looks towards one of his men. "Certainly we can come to an agreement. In fact, the senator wishes to meet with you AND your Federation captain."

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 248):

“That must be the best plan,” states Stavock honestly, “you have left us no space to negotiate. A meeting with Captain Pressman and your senator would be appropriate and give my crew and I some security!”

“The Pegasus was going to Deep Space 20 the last time we monitored the ship, and we should journey there or a closeby neutral territory for discussions!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 249):

Naitok smiles and holds out his hands sweeping his arms open in a common galactic gesture of approaval and friendship. "Word has already been sent, The Federation captain and the senator will be arriving in 1 standard day. My clan head Harrad-Sar will be hosting the meeting at his villa here on Vox 3."
"Is there anything you and your crew require till then? Do you wish to be guests at the villa or would you prefer another location in the city?"

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 250):

“We have maintenance on our ship to supervise,” states the Vulcan, “we have need to be there to make sure the job is done properly. Still, when we are finished, we can perhaps accept your offer.”

Stavock bows his head slightly, “then contact us in a hour before they arrive, and we shall rendezvous with you at your villa!”

The Vulcan rises as if to go, “I bide thee farewell well till then!” He states dispassionately.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 251):

Naitok stands and says," I will do so. In the meantime, I bid you farewell." You and Ospec soon find yourself outside and after a moment of walking Ospec looks at you," So? What do you think?" Before you answer Ospec looks around. Satisfied he nods to you.

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 252):

“Well, with the onus on Pressman to come to some agreement with Romulan senator we can relax somewhat, but he may still require our help in still seeking the buyers through Gurr, he can still attempt to sell a false bioweapon and use us as the go-betweens!”

Stavock continues, “I will not rest till I am sure we are safe,” he pauses, “and as you know Mister Ospec, we have not been paid yet and I am sure there must be some Acquisition that state no paid unless before transition is complete in some Ferengi manuscripts?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 253):

Ospec smiles and nods, "Several in fact. My favorite being, Nothing is more important then your health,.....except your profit!" Ospec chuckles at his own statement. "Seems our unwashed Orion boy is following us," says Ospec looking back. "He seems harmless enough." Walking a bit further in silence some 3 city blocks, Ospec pipes in again, "I would say we need to be on the lookout for hidden Tal'Shiar agents and Federation intelligence. I would imagine the Romulan spy network and the F.I.S. have something set up here by now. Likely agents in place. As does our Romulan senator using the regular Romulan intelligence dept, or even Romulan navy types. Even personal house guard and retainer types?" He shrugs, "As for the Orions. They are a practical pragmatic bunch with fiery emotions. No Orion does anything for free and never from the sole goodness of their hearts."

In reply to Ospec (msg # 254):

“By your thesis we are dead men Mister Ospec and I would not want to calculate our odds of survival!” State the Vulcan plainly.

Stavock continued, the Vulcan mind was an analytical machine on the level of a supercomputer, but the Vulcans also use mental powers that most could not comprehend for other matters. If he could sense a threat, he hoped he would feel the intense concentration of an assassin before he pulled the trigger and he be gone before the beam hit its mark.

“We need to trust that NaiTok's word will hold him or his fear of the Romulan senator. Least in any attempting to take the bioweapon it is destroyed and causes more problems than necessary for the senator as the Tal Shiar or even the Zhat Vash are watching and trace the source of the Orion intrusion to him!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 255):

"Makes sense," says Ospec. Moving through the city blocks you arrive back at the berth of the ,Last Chance. You see A'dderro standing at the entry ramp. Glaring at any passer bys.

In reply to Ospec (msg # 256):

“Any problems Mister A'dderro?” asked the Vulcan.

When the crew is together, he starts to explain their meeting with NaiTok, then he states...

“Also, tomorrow Captain Pressman will arrive for discussions with the Orions and their patron a Romulan senator!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 257):

A'dderro shakes his head and says,"Just intimidating the passersby,....I am staying,..er,..in practice." He laughs and snorts at his own joke. Once back on the ship and after hearing out Stavock and Ospec the rest of the crew give their takes.
[I accept these conditions. We are a pragmatic people. Politics of other empires are of no concern to me, only my survival and prosperity.] This from Takk Takk. A'dderro nods his massive head, " I agree. I have forty two children to feed and as long as someone is paying. I could care less on who gets the goods."
Ospec looks at Stavock and says, " No need to ask me . You know where I stand on this."

In reply to A'dderro (msg # 258):

If the Vulcan had not been trained from birth to control his emotions, he might have laughed at A'dderro's joke, but he remained impassive as usual.

Stavock nods at his crew, “then we wait. Let get the 'Last Chance,' to its best condition and prepare for tomorrow.”

He then turns to Takk Takk, “when you wish for your stroll around town, feel free. Mister A'dderro can accompany you if you wish. Let us not give any the chance to grab a hostage. With Mister A'dderro with you, they will reconsider any such action!”

Stavock will then collate with the ship's computer to establish a better stabilization pattern and reaction time to hostile threats. Quicker time for shields being raised, sensors detecting of abnormalities and threat with greater accuracy.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 259):

You find that the upgrading is maxed out. Likely because it is an old Tellarite freighter. At least you know that everything is in working order. You watch passersby through the transparent aluminum window. You notice that there is an inordinate number of Orions and Suliban. Scattered here and there are the random Romulan. What seems like hours pass in time the figures of A'dderro and Takk Takk. They are carrying a couple of sizable crates each and before long they lug these into the bay of the Last Chance, the sound of their laughter a welcome noise.
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In reply to Ospec (msg # 260):

Stavock watched to Romulans intently. There were too many for most of them to be spies for the Tal Shiar and Zhat Vash but one had to be cautious. The Suliban were the best infiltrators and could disguise themselves as any humanoid. They would be difficult to detect if hired by the Romulans but the ones that walked closeby in their normal firms were not the ones to suspect.

The green skinned Orions he presumed were part of the various clans of pirates that roamed the nearby sectors. He was distracted by A'dderro and Takk Takk's return. He joined them in the bay.

“Shopping?” he asked plainly.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 261):

"You have no idea," chuckles A'dderro. You notice Takk Takk open a crate and there in the unfurled crate, tied to the inner walls of the crate by synthetic straps are two disruptor rifles. While not remarkable in any way as disruptors are common, these are a however of Breen make. Which is outlawed by most worlds. This is due to them being overpowered in comparison to other weapons of these types. [The Orions seem to have a wide array of my species' weapons. Either by purchase or by theft. I think these might come in handy.] The sound of a cat being kicked and electronic pink noise. Takk Takk begins assembling both rifles.
On A'dderro's end, you see him pull 6 heavy disruptor pistols from the crate. These are oversized and heavy, They sport random blades and spikes. Obviously, their crafters added these to make them look fearsome. "These have double the punch," explains A'dderro "Sure you get half the shots from a cell pack but the shots are double the strength!" He rummages deeper in the crate, "These," he says holding a baseball-sized bronze sphere in two of his hands, " Are proton core explosives. They too pack more than twice the punch of a normal explosive of their size!" He smiles through gaped teeth. " Why oh why did I not shop at an Orion black marketeers kiosk before!"

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 262):

The Vulcan analyses the weapons. “It is logical to state that more power is more damage and logic dictates you enemies will fall faster. I have no argument!”

“Still, I calculate there is a 22% chance that you will get to use them in the next twenty-four hours and for a betting man that is good odds!” This may have passed as humour for a Vulcan, but who can say?

“The ship is at 100% and we are ready for tomorrow and what that might bring. I presume these talks will occur without incident and then we will be confrounted with a greater problem!”

Stavock start to walk towards the recreation room, “it might have been wise just to have stayed on Rigel X and hunted for escaped slaves!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 263):

Later that night in the early morning hours of local planetary time. The proximity alarm goes off on the ship. The computer indicates that the ship has not been breached but that someone or someones has and are within contact range of the ship.
On the bridge, Takk Takk is hard at work scanning. [We have 4 lifeforms right outside our loading ramp], he/she/it squawks. Opening the armor plating of the disembarking portion of the ship's hull the transparent aluminum plating allows for an outside view via computer security. There standing in the soaking drissel of the falling rain is  NiaTok and three Orion guardsmen. A look of waiting on their water dripping faces.
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 264):

Stavock wastes no time, “Mister A'derro and Mister Ospec, come with me!” He states.

The Vulcan moves to the airlock and opens it.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 265):

The two are with you in moments. After the ramp is lower NaiTok and his guard enter. Wiping away water dripping from his eyes from his mostly bald head NaiTok looks at you intently. "You must come now. The Romulan senator has arrived under the cover of the weather and the darkness of night. He encountered an assassin on his way here and was injured. He is under the protection of my clan head,Harrad-Sar. He wishes to speak with us both at once."
He motions to the Orions with him, "I have brought these men. Their loyalty to me is unquestioned."

" Our clan is in control of this sector of the city. Clan guard has been mobilized and this sector is under tight security currently." He waits for your reply.

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 266):

“Then let us go immediately,” states Stavock, “Mister A'dderro you will come with me. Be prepared!” The Vulcan knew A'dderro would know what he means.

“Mister Ospec, please stay with Mister Takk Takk and ship. Protect it as you must. Even if you have to leave the star sector. We will be on active comms the whole time we are away!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 267):

A'dderro and you soon find yourselves in a waiting hover transport. There are other transports along with this one likely as escorts to the villa. You pass through the rainy rain-soaked night. Many of the shops and usual nightlife are absent of traffic and patronage. Likely due to the Orion's clan imposing their curfew. A testament to this clan's influence and power. After several city blocks past the neon signage and business districts, you arrive at an area of large estates. You travel further and on the summit of a large hill is a towering villa of mortar and stone. Style and opulence its characteristics.
The hover transports come to a stop and NaiTok and the others escort you beyond Ferma wooden doors the size of small starfighters and across many rooms of exuberant wealth along marbled floors. At last, you come to a set of doors carved in Takka wood depicting the battle of Rigel 4, three years earlier when the Klingons attacked a mining operation there and the Orions beat them back. The doors open at your approach and soon you and A'dderro along with NaiTok are allowed in. Half of the Orion guards wait outside. The room displays wealth and fortune and across the room, some seventy paces is a large desk and seated behind it is the Overlord Harrad-Sar. Seated on the opposite end is a stately looking middle-aged Romulan male wearing a Romulan military uniform. and two of his guard
His dark eyes study you for but an instant and his deep voice says,"Welcome captain. I am pleased you have come. I am Harrad-Sar and this is ,Lidor Sahk Romulan General in the Star Empires navy and Romulan senator of the glorious Romulan Star Empire. Please be seated there is much to discuss."
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In reply to A'dderro (msg # 268):

“Thank you Harrad-Sar; Chieftain of the Blood Hawks, I greet thee!” Said Stavock formally in typical Vulcan emotionlessness.

He sits and awaits the conversation to begin, looking across at the Romulan and nodding courteously to him.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 269):

"This is General Lidor Sahk of the Romulan navy. I and my clan were hired to gather several Romulan artifacts by the very general before you." He motions for male valets to pour cups of Romulan ale into gilded golden goblets. He sips the intoxicant Continuing he adds,"I will let the general explain in a moment, needless to say we did not expect other freelancers on the same assignment."
Lidor-Sahk cuts in turning towards you,"To be frank captain the empire, the Romulan people need that you release those artifacts to me." He holds up a hand to allow to finish."There are powerful elements within the Romulan Star Empire that seek to use these weapons as a first strike on our political enemies. The Klingons, the Federation,... These elements hold much sway in the empire as does their counterbalance,.....my faction. I we believe that if these bio-weapons are used on any enemy this enemy would retaliate and destroy the empire. I served and lost two sons in the war with the Klingons 25 years ago. I have two more sons that I would be pleased to know that they live when my day comes."
At this the general adds," Imagine our surprise when the Federation sent Captain Pressman to retrieve it also,....I am sure your contact Gurr told you there was a certain Romulan General that required your services." He lets that sink in.

In reply to NaiTok (msg # 270):

“So, in theory we would have been working for you!” Stated Stavock in his plain Vulcan tone.

Stavock paused, “I suppose Gurr did not know we were after the same thing, or some compromise could have been reached?” The Vulcan thought, “so, we can continue with our deal, but this leaves a problem. The Federation was also seeking these bioweapons to find the buyer, which in fact would have been you?!”

The Vulcan was hoping that the General Lidor Sahk and Captain Pressman would come to an arrangement but he wondered if there would be pay. The constant barrage of the 'Last Chance's' hull was beginning to reduce their finances.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 271):

"Our people are not so different in our innate faculties." he smiles. "Come now captain, surely, you know that or at least suspect that our captain Pressman is more than what he appears to be." Lidor pauses. "While I will not apologize for our Romulan ways, a war is immediate if those weapons fall into my opponent's hands.  One I fear the Romulan empire would not survive. As for Captain Pressman, I assure you while he is a Federation captain, he is also a member of section 31." "This is a larger game at play here. I myself suffered an assassination attempt by the Romulan Tal'Shiar on route here. I destroyed them they left little choice.I am sure you can scan my own vessel in stationary orbit to see it's battle scars."

In reply to Lidor (msg # 272):

“I had my suspicions of Captain Pressman from the beginning as he violates StarFleet code and traverses in a cloak Federation ship, but this does not reduce his dedication to his mission, and perhaps his motives are to use this Bioweapon for his own gain.” The Vulcan paused for a second and stated in plain logic, “if we want to bring an end to this terror. It would be a simple choice but to see it destroy this minute. I and my crew can send it into the centre of the nearest sun and be at an end with it?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 273):

"This is acceptable," You hear a familiar voice entering the room as the sound of doors are opened. The voice of Captain Pressman. Turning you see Pressman and two security officers with him. He is now dressed in the uniform of section 31 as are his detail. "I apologize for all the cloak and dagger, Stavock but it is the nature of current events."

The Romulan senator nods. " May I introduce section chief Pressman of Section 31." He addresses Pressman. "I am sure you want your officer back." He motions to one of the Romulans standing behind him. "I could have had him executed when I discovered he was section 31, but alas he did inform us before the Tal'Shiar ambushed us on route here. I trust you will no longer plant him among my legions." Pressman nods and allows the Romulan to join his group.

Lidor continues. "Captain Stavock your solution is acceptable to me as well on the condition that I and captain Pressman only be aboard your ship on the destruction of the data."
"Agreed," this from Pressman,"But there is another condition, Section 31 has. One  that I am sure the general will also request,......you and your crew are unofficially working for either of us from here on out. You and your crew know too much, and while you may galavant in your quests for wealth. There will be times I or I suspect the general may call on you. Anything less would go badly for you and your crew."
Lidor chuckles and nods.
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In reply to Pressman (msg # 274):

The Vulcan listens and nods. His mind working on a solution of the problems he has been given. He surmised Ospec would not be happy at the loss of profit nor the others, now they have been coerced into the service of Sector 31 and the Romulan senator.

“We have little choice gentlemen,” state the Vulcan emotionlessly with a slight glance at A'dderro. “We can depart as soon as possible. I presume you will want a security detail with you!” This was more a fact than a question.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 275):

"No". says Lidor "If this is to be an act of good faith then certain concessions must be observed." Pressman balks at this as does the Romulan guard but they remain silent.

Within moments Lidor , Pressman, and you both are back on the Last Chance heading full speed to a nearby star,.....

In reply to Lidor (msg # 276):

The Vulcan nods at Lidor's resolve and they relocate to his ship.

Takk Takk propels the craft towards the Sol.

“Get close enough for safely Mister Takk Takk,” states Stavock, then turning to their two guests, “if you would join me in the torpedo room. We will equip a deactivate torpedo with the bioweapon. Then stored it in its innards and then shot it into the centre of the sun. You can watch, so you know we have in no way kept the bioweapon and it is in fact destroyed!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 277):

Within moments you are edging closer to your destination. Takk Takk manages to pilot the ship on a vector. The radiation is hammering your shields and several warning protocols have to be disabled to keep them from blaring.
A few moments later Takk Takk has taken you within an almost safe launch distance. It is at this time that Ospec from his station says,"I am detecting a cloaked ship on a parralel  course."

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 278):

“Prepare to launch torpedo and make a defensive manoeuvre away from this sun and take us away from this region of space!” Plainly calculates Stavock. “Launch now!”

“Mister A'dderro prepare weapons control!”

“General Lidor Sahk I presume this is not one of your escort ships come to transport you on board?!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 279):

Takk Takk launches the torpedo. You see it speed towards the star. "I have a visual on the cloaked ship!" This from Ospec , he punches up the image on the main view screen . There silhouetted in the star's flares and the corona is the distinctive shape of a Romulan legionary-type craft.
"That is the Bah'Lak a Tal-Shi'ar vessel," says Lidor. "They must not retrieve the data."
"I have weapons online!" growls A'dderro. You see the intruding Romulan ship racing after the torpedo.

In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 280):

“Destroy then Mister A'dderro, we have no choice, Disabling them will not stop them beaming the data on board, focus on their warp engines first. If they cannot escape, we can slowly destroy them with overwhelming force!”

“Senator, perhaps you could call for aid, and you Captain Pressman, is your ship close by. At least they can intercept the Tal-Shi'ar vessel before it escapes!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 281):

"The Pegasus is on it's way," says Pressman after speaking into his communicator. "ETA 3 mins."
"This will be over in two," says Ospec. "They will have the data in that amount of time."
Takk Takk takes the Last Chance in for a steep dive in pursuit of the Romulan legionary. He adjusts the shields for the intense amounts of solar radiations. Warning klaxons begin blaring the deeper you dive after.
Lidor says, "My ship will be here in under one minute but at the moment we are the closest ship to guarantee the destruction of the data." You hear A'dderro growl and curse at the tactical station. "The targeting programs are almost useless. The stars energy is hampering them. I will have to fire manually!"

In reply to Pressman (msg # 282):

“Acknowledged Mister A'dderro, that was to be expected so close to the sun. This will also cause them some trouble in downloading data and transmitting it!” Considers Stavock.

“Saturate the area of the Tal-Shi'ar ship Mister A'dderro, waste every missile we have to destroy them!”

Turning to the Ferengi, “Mister Ospec, do what you can to jam any signal they make!”

“With the aid of your ship Senator Lidor, we should have no problem ending them!”

In reply to Stavock (msg # 283):

You see A'dderro's fire go wide completely missing the Romulan ship!  A'dderro slams huge fists in frustration on his console. Takk Takk is keeping pace with the Tal'Shiar ship and the familiar shape of Lidor's cruiser is on short range scanners.
"I am jamming them but our E.W. suites are bouncing over solar flares and I keep losing and locking on to them!" says Ospec.

"We have to follow them in," says Pressman. "Our shields might not be as strong as theirs but if they get that data all of this was for nothing."


"We won't have time to donn on our EVA suits!" complains Ospec

In reply to Ospec (msg # 284):

“My communication officer is correct, perhaps Senator Lidor and Captain Pressman you with at least commence to don some spare EVA suits we have, while we pursue our quarry?!”

“Continue the barrage Mister A'dderro, logic dictates that by the laws of averages we will hit eventually!”

“Acknowledge Mister Ospec. Continue your task. Disrupting any efforts, they make could be enough. They also will be having difficulties focusing their equipment!”

Stavock start dragging in the EVA suits, one or two at a time to place near his crew. He joins Ospec in assisting him to jam any signal. This he thinks might allow the Ferengi to don his suit as he continues the jamming.

In reply to Stavock (msg # 285):

You begin helping in the pursuit but you and your crew are no closer to the Tal'Shiar ship then before. At least everyone has an EVA suit and will not die from radiation ,.....at least if you do not get much closer. " We have to dive in deeper," says pressman. "We have to make sure that the Tal'Shiar have not recovered any of the data."

Takk Takk squawks, [ If we go deeper the ship will suffer damage most likely,.....hull plating will fail and there may be a hull breach. letting in super hot plasma,..cooking us all were we stand!"

"I hit it!",....this from A'dderro. You see the Romulan ship flare. Your ships main canon has hit it and while in normal space this would be a solid hit, but not enough to disable it. The Romulans ships shields are weakened. You see their engines flare and it go tunbling into the fiery belly of the star,.........
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In reply to Takk Takk (msg # 286):

“Take energy from non-essential regions of the ship. Seal the doors and secure the command deck.” States Stavock, “If we become disabled, then the Senator's ship will have to drag us out!”

“How much more can the Tal'Shiar ship take Senator Lidor Sahk?” Queries Stavock. 

In reply to Stavock (msg # 287):

Lidor Sahk points and says,"Too late!" You look at the main screen and you see the Tal'Shiar collapse under the stars gravity. Then moments later it detonates,.......