U.S.S. Sentinel - 11409.29, Mission #15

"Grey Area"


Summary, Mission #15

 

The Sentinel is headed for the nearest Federation Starbase to drop off their newest passenger, although the missing gelpacks and phase couplers from a few decks have been causing some issues shipwide and have pointed the finger at said guest as a possible culprit. On top of that, an unknown vessel is on an intercept course, and will arrive in a little under two hours.

 

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<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::storms out of his office:: Nurse: Investigate?

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::sitting at his console again, reading diagnostics on the CONN console::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::holds a PADD:: Nurse: Have you seen this ?

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::rears back slightly, then reaches out and takes the PADD, looking it over:: CMO: What am I looking at, Doctor?

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

NAV: No sign of those vessels changing course then?

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Is in the turbolift on the way to the bridge, tucks in and checks his uniform, and breathes on and shines his comm badge, making sure he looks presentable for when he walks out onto the bridge::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Still on an intercept course Captain. Approximately two hours to intercept.

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::Assuming his station Checking weapons and shield status::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: The Captain is missing gelpacks and wants me to...investigate. ::holds his hands up:: Me.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS: How long before they're in hailing range?

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::blinks and re-reads over the mission briefing:: CMO: Sir, I....uh.....I think he means investigate the flu breakout. He probably got the medical reports I sent him an hour ago...Sir...

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: Fifteen minutes, sir. Shall I send them a message when we're in range?

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::takes the PADD and reads it again::

 

<Shan_Aran>

::wanders aimlessly through the permitted decks, checking the consoles on the wall every now and then for some directions::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: Oh well....that's completely different!

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::throws the PADD in the nearest disposal bin:: Nurse: Well, get to it!

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS: Let's give them a friendly hello, see what they're up to.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Turbolift opens, Hamelt walking out onto the bridge, looking around to get the lay of the crew::

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::nods hurriedly:: CMO: Already on it, Doctor!

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::looks around sheepishly then walks into the supply closet and starts rummaging around::

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::monitors the girl's fluid production and WBC::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::leans down to his side, popping open the casing on the underside of his console and peering inside::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::nods at CO, glances at Hamlet:: SCI: Welcome to the alpha shift; please don't make any unreasonable demands of your quarters.  ::unlike some unruly CMOs...::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Clocks the commander, decides to introduce himself:: CO: Commander Yeremenko ::Holds out hand:: Profes.... Ensign Hamlet, reporting for duty.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::closes back up the CONN:: OPS: Speaking of quarters with ya. ::looks back at his console::

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

::Steps onto the bridge and takes her seat, going over security reports::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::reads the report:: Nurse: Nurse!

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

::takes the officers hand in a firm handshake exactly the right lenth and grip and such:: SCI: Ensign, welcome to the Sentinel. To your station please.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

NAV: Because if you are going to demand handcrafted furniture, we'll have problems. ::the smirk is implied in the tone. honestly.::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::nods:: CO: Aye Cap'n

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

OPS: Nah. Although a holo-emitter for viewing my spatial anomalies in three dimensions would be nice.

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::hops away from the Biobed and walks over:: CMO: Yes, Doctor?

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

NAV: I'll put it at the very TOP of my list list.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::hands her the Ophthalmoscope:: Nurse: What do you make of this?

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::Looking up from the console towards the entering XO:: XO: Commander, I have been monitoring our guest on internal sensors as requested and have noticed no suspicious behavior.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

OPS: Yout you.

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::takes the scope and looks at it, turning it over in her hands:: CMO: It's...an opthalmoscope.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

::Nods:: TAC: Good work. Keep me updated.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::sighs annoyingly:: Nurse: The...readout.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::preps a standard message for the unknown ship for when they're in range:: NAV: Me? Absolutely never.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Takes up his post at science::

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

TAC: The missing items....do they have any value?

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::chuckles, and checks the status of his diagnostics::

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

TAC: Aside from their use here on the ship, that is.

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::glances down at it, tilting her head some one side to the other and checking the readout:: CMO: Looks like the beginnings of glaucoma. Is this from...::lowers her voice and glances around::...Is this from the patient? If she's developing glaucoma it could be that the anti-virals aren't working.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Begins humming the tune to Stand By Me, as he initiates a diagnostic of the sensors, looking for any anomalies in the system::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::grabs the scope:: Nurse: No it's...::points at a sleeping Vulcan:: Him. Poor guy's getting old.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS: Anything further to report on those system glitches?

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::frowns and nods, feeling so sorry for the old man:: CMO: There are some treatments that could work. Retinax if he's not allergic or Optismol if he is.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::grabs her arm softly and maneuvers her back to their patient:: Nurse: Anyway. Report.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::shakes his head:: CO: Still more fluctuations in minor systems reported. We just need to get everything replaced and squared away--or the original parts put back--and those should be cleared up.

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::looks up:: CMO: It's too early to tell. She's weak, it's come back with a vengeance this time and her immune system is still recovering from the last batch of antivirals. Her WBC isn't climbing, though I don't know if that's because it hasn't taken hold or because it's not working...

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::shaking his head:: XO: Neural gelpacks would are the only item of any real value. They may run for a fair price on a trading ship. But the power couples? Just more of a hassle than a problem

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::studies the biobed monitors:: Nurse: Immuno-boosters?

 

<Nurse_Batou>

CMO: That would be the next course of action. We should grow some cultures and see which one will have the best effect, we can have results in an hour.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

TAC: Alright...Just trying to see if the missing items are stolen for profit or not. ::Goes back to thinking::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::nods:: Nurse: Get on it. Report when you have the results.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

XO: Well Commander, if you had to place your bets, what would you say about our visitor?

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

XO: Will do, I will reach out to some of my Ferangi contacts on DS9 and see if they hear anything. ::Chuckles to himself at the obvious pun::

 

<Nurse_Batou>

::nods, then sets off to begin growing cultures with the samples from earlier::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: Sir, sounds like our intercept had the same idea of saying hello.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

CO: Our guest? Hmm...She's an enigma to be sure. To clarify...are you asking me if I think she stole from the ship?

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::chuckles at Rilu's joke::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::taps out a couple more commands:: CO: Captain, It perform any deep scans, so theres my opinion that if our "guest" asks for asylum, we have every obligation to give it.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

SCI: A fair point. XO: And what if this person's only crime is writing a politcal cartoon.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

<EMH>::smiles smugly:: CMO: That would be me, sir. ::holds his hands out:: Steady as a photonic rock. ::chuckles at his own joke::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

CO: If these people have a treaty with the empire, perhaps you need a Klingon touch?

 

<Captain_Niis>

@::stares at the Federation "Please Hold" insignia with increasing rage::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

EMH: I.....don't think I will have a glorified toaster operate on my eyes. Thank you. Computer, deactivate that thing.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

CO: We aren't judges either. We aren't galactic police here.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: Sounds like we should be talking to said guest. Maybe if we let her and Captain Niis here have a shouting match, some truth might come to light.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

ALL: Whatever our objections, we need more information. But this Niis back on screen.

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu_>

::Looks at view screen::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Self: I hate Doctors.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

::Turns back to viewscreen::

 

ACTION: Niis flashes up on screen once more, his face considerably more red

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: We do have no jurisdiction here, but then again, neither do there.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

<they and move up to before comm unsilenced>

 

<Captain_Niis>

@*CO*: I will not be treated in this manner by your Federation, Captain Yeremenko! This is an insult!

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

*Niis*: Come now, when Ill know it. In the meantime, we will consider your request to extradite this prisoner, but we require more information as to the nature of her crimes.  

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu_>

Self: An insult? These guys are more like the Klingons than I thought!

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Looms of Rilu:: TAC: And whats wrong with Klingons then Cadet?

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Wilkins: What do you think Susie....are prosthetic eyes 'cool' ?

 

<Captain_Niis>

@::stands up straight:: *CO*: She is a political dissident, trading weapons and secrets to rival factions and playing them against the current ruling Table for profit. She was a menace, and her actions killed hundreds - no, thousands! - of loyal troops. Her own partner in crime turned in the evidence and I tracked her down myself.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Wilkins: No, I didn't think so either..

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu_>

::shrugs::SCI: Nothing. But I have met my fair share of Klingons on DS9.  Just easily insulted I guess.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

*Niis*: Once again, we'll need more than your word for it. Please prepare to transfer and relevant files so our crew can review them. Yeremenko out. ::Makes the universal gesture to cancel the transmission::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::blinks Niis off the screen with a sigh::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

SCI: Yes, and this Klingon is feeling slightly insulted by your over genralisation of his people.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Wilkins: I could do glasses.....if they're distinguished of course.

 

ACTION: The comm cuts off as steam seems to be coming out of Niis' ears.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Its a bit.. unhappy. Recommend Yellow Alert, for the time being.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

XO: Well damn, a little bit more severe than a cartoon.

 

<XO_LtCmdr_Stradiot>

::Raises her hand to her head and rubs her temples:: CO: It was your idea that it was a cartoon. Satisfied?

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu_>

SCI: Alright, I'll get you a Raktajino after this mess is over.

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

NAV: Agreed, but don't make any move that might be interpreted as offensive action.

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu_>

::Triggers Yellow Alert::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::pats her hand:: Wilkins: Alright, glasses it is.

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::shake his head at the young Bajoran and walks off:: Self: I'll shove it up yer arse too

 

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

XO: I still don't buy it, not completely anyhow.

 

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