U.S.S. Atlantis - 11508.12, Mission #1057

"To the Winds"


 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: tugs at the rigging to tighten the sail of their twenty-five foot Risan sailboat and ties it down on a cleat ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Sitting on the balcony of the hotel room looking out at the view, noticing the strategically placed armed guard forces around the are:: SCI: I dont feel like this is much of a vacation under guard

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: at the wheel of said sailboat, of course ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I've grown fond of this Risan shore.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: at the comm terminal in the guest house, trying in vain to get a comm out to Captain Griffiths ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: seats herself port-side and breathes in the open sea air ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: hovering over Kate's shoulder ::  Kate:  Are you getting anywhere?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Yes, it's certainly charming. At the sea air! She handles pretty well, too! :: pats the wheel ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Strolls the street, watching the Starfleet guards, feeling very uneasy about it all.:: Self: I don't remember this place being so angsty...

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: looks up from scrolling through her messages briefly :: aCMO:: I simply chose not to pay attention to them. This seems very reminiscent of the last time a major threat presented itself to the Federation.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: No, I am making no progress. Despite having valid travel orders, our transport has been canceled as well.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: I remember, and if i remember correctly the more people with phasers the more people get injured

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Ugh!  How are we supposed to get out for the mission?  They have to know we're on Risa, right?  :: paces up and down the room ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: turns her head to Ian :: You handle her well.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: Correct. It is unfortunate that the Federation still has yet to understand that.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Thanks. I can't claim to be an expert at sailboats, but maybe there's some commonality to driving or flying things.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Maybe we need to get in touch with a spock.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Indeed. You understand the physics of vehicles in general.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Do you want to stay in, or go out? We have already seen the museum, beach, and ruins. We have also spent some time with Taril. It is up to you. Have you gotten a comm from him from before we went radio silent??

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: cuts a bit to port, keeping angled to the wind in roughly the right way :::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: At sea, ships drift like they do in space, except on a two-dimensional plane.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: stops pacing and looks at Kate in confusion :: Kate:  What.. like... a Vulcan?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: No, someone in Intel. A spy.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Would you believe that's actually been a limitation I've noticed already?

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: I have received no comms since radio silence, only what I received before the blackout. For the time being, perhaps staying in would be the wiser option.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Spook.  You mean a spook.  Do you know anyone?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Spook, right. Intra-planet comms are not blocked. There must be someone here that can help us.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: You mean the fact that seawater has friction and a vacuum does not?

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Just fine with me. Anytime with you is time well spent.... and I am sure he is fine :: He said with a smile walking over and standing next to where she sat::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Well, yes, that, but I can't dive or climb.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: sends out a general query to all Starfleet personnel on Risa ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: mentioning nothing directly, but anyone who knows more than they let on can read between the lines ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Perhaps it's not much like a fighter. Think of it more like simple navigation of a starship.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  So your plan is to ping everyone in Starfleet on the planet and see what happens?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I have really never seen Starfleet keep me from getting to a Starfleet mission, so I do not know what else to do.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  I can't say I have a better plan, so I guess have at it.  :: comes up behind Kate and starts to rub her shoulders ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: checks over her message and hits send :: Mmm, that is nice.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Is washed over by feelings of unease all around.::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  You like?  :: rubs deeply into the knots of tension she's holding ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I do. :: her head lolls :: You are good at that.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Sees message from Harper and responds giving vacation update, but subtly saying that they are stuck with no way out as well::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: It reminds me of when cadets get into the simulator and forget there's a Z-axis.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Go left! Go right! No left again!

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: ping :: Oh, there is Dr. Slade. He... is also stuck.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: It seems children don't play 3D simulation games like they used to.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: eventually gets frustrated with trying to receive any messages from her off-world contacts and sets the PADD down :: aCMO: I do not believe we will accomplish anything at this rate. I cannot get a message to or from any of my contacts in Intelligence.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  I used to massage my mother, so I got a lot of practice.  And I imagine we're going to get a lot of those responses.  :: digs in with her thumbs ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Notices the ping on his PADD, replies that things are not as pristine as they should be, and people are uneasy.::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: You know, that is weird. With the video games we have these days.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: notes the localized message on her PADD and sends a quick note that she knows little except that this could get very... interesting, very fast if the situation does not clear up soon, but that is just her speculation ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: slumps forward :: Lexy: Mmmhmmm.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: ping! ping! ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: How about a Caprese salad? There is a cheese on risa that is very similar to Mozzerella!

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: opens her eyes and looks at the screen :: There is T'Lira.... also stuck.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Life is more interesting, I suppose.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: I do not believe cheese would be a wise option for me, though you may partake in it if you wish to.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: the wind changes ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: I dont recall seeing lactose intolerance in your medical record

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: It is not lactose intolerance, rather it is a... personal dietary choice.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: looks up at the flagging sail, knowing that she'll adjust that ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: peers over Kate's slumped shoulders ::  Kate: And Ilaihr, I see.  :: gets into a tough knot with her elbow ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Understood, Is there anything that i can get for you? :: Trying to make himself useful::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: gets up and unties the line, moving the sail to better catch the wind ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Auuggh, yes. Mmmm. I could band us all together, but to what end? Hey we need to go on a secret mission, help us get out?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: adjusts the helm as well and they resume their previous speed ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: Not at this moment, but thank you for the offer. :: glances outside :: I wonder if the security officers know more about the situation or if they have simply been given orders and chose to follow them without question.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Do you think the Admiral could help us out?  If he's even reachable.  :: continues working with her elbow ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I sent him the message as well... :: slumps, turning to putty ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: I am sure you know as well as I that they are following orders, but we can go find an officer in charge if youd like

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: looks ahead as they come steadily closer to shore :: Ian: This is better than any viewscreen.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Oooh, I like this.  You are like putty in my hands.  :: grins playfully ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: thinks it over :: aCMO: If this persists for much longer, yes. I am not pleased that I cannot reach my own contacts at the moment.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I promised you a Risan massage, and we can stilll dooooo thaaaat, but you are MM! better than they are. :: catches a glimpse of the screen, a plan hatching ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Maybe I could go to the shuttle launch and pull the " I am the Cheif Medical Officer and I need to get to the starport immediatly"

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Oooh, a massage would be nice.  If you're not going to give me one, that is.  :: switches elbows ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: That would be an option to test. I believe that if I can reach one of my more affluent contacts, she can "pull rank" , as it were, over any officer that may wish to create a difficulty.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I can arrange both of those things. OHHHhhhh.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  I encourage you to do so.  :: starts chopping ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: UhUHuhUHuhUH I haAve an IdEA...

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Undoubtedly. :: points to the horizon as several large marine mammals break the surface :: Look!

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: stops chopping ::  Kate:  What's your idea?

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: watches, rising up to kneel on the seat ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Get any senior Atlantis folks together for a coffee and discuss how to get us offworld. In whispers.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Then go get massaged.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  But we can't tell them why.  I'm liking the massage part, though.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Right. To both things.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: I wonder what those are....

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Then what are we going to tell them about why we need to get offworld?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: We will have to appeal to trust.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: suddenly misses her tricorder ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: looks under the helm and finds a guide to local aquatic life ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: shrugs ::  Kate:  Well if you lead, I'll follow... Commander.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  Are you sure you don't want to do the massages first?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: sends out a quick message to all the Atlantis folks that answered, as well as T'Kirr and Blackthorne, to meet at a certain coffee shop in Suraya in 30 minutes ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Puffs his pipe, hoping to glean some information from the guards as he monitors their movements.::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I do. And we will.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: But I have never been a prisoner on my home planet by the very fleet I serve in. Something is very wrong.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: her PADD chirps and she looks down :: aCMO: I believe we are about to have something to do.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: leans up and hands T'Kirr the book ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: pouts cutely ::  Kate: Do we have time for a LITTLE more massaging before we have to go?  :: bats her eyelashes ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: takes it and starts flipping pages ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Looks over her shoulder:: SCI: I think you are right my dear

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I... think we do. The transporter station is not far away, you know.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: pulls up a map :: aCMO: The only problem will be finding the given location.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: pounces on Kate ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Sees the new ping on his PADD. Replies with an affirmative. Pulls his hat down and takes a deep puff as he slowly makes his way there; still feeling the people's unease, and watching the guards.::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: is pounced, forgets the screen ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: angles the ship to follow the marine mammals ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Quickly gets dressed into civilian attire and stands in the common area::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: stops on a page to study :: Ian: I think I found them.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: What are they?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: also finds a pair of future binoculars ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: digs through her bag for a decent outfit before just deciding to grab that leather jacket Edward had given her as a "gag gift" once and, pulling her uniform jacket off, wearing the jacket over her regular uniform and heading back out into the common area. ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Do you think the uniform will be a bit noticable?

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: turns the book around for Ian to see the picture :: Ian: Ribboned aerowhales. When they breach, they fling this sail of fibers and it sprays that line of water we saw.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: looks down :: aCMO: The change of jacket will do. I see no need to change entirely for a meeting in a... coffee ship, was it?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: looks at the picture, then lifts the futurenoculars :: That's them alright!

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: offers her the optics ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: swaps with Ian and looks through the eyepiece at the alien creatures ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: checks out the book ::  Remarkable!

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Yes, the coffee shop. It is not that far from here!

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: It's as if they were created to be beautiful.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: That is most fortunate. I would not wish to get lost.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: 20 minutes later, gets up and straightens her clothes.  ::  Kate:  I guess we have to get going now.  :: offers her hand to help Kate up ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SCI: Then lets go :: Walks to the door and holds it open::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: So true.  They're headed out to sea, though.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: accepts the hand, a dreamy look on her face ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: steps through the door and still holds her PADD, using it as a map for directions ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: grins broadly ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Follows close behind keeping a watchful eye::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: stands, a little wobbly, and straightens herself ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Stops twirling his cane as he walks, instead carrying it quietly; as he suspects he has drawn the eye of a couple of guards::  

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: walks into the Suraya coffee shop early and finds something chocolate ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: navigates to the coffee shop and looks for a table, spotting a rather large avian-appearing being as she did so. :: aCMO: Do you spot anyone else from the Atlantis?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: takes off her forehead ornament and leaves it behind, and conjures up some completely unremarkable clothes from the replicator, quickly dresses ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: regretfully turns the wheel off the alien whales ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Looks around and sees Kuari:: SCI: Lieutenant Kuari is right over there

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: also requests some plainclothes from the replicator and dresses quickly ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Strolls into the coffee shop, stopping at the door briefly to gaze back at a trio of guards he was certain had followed him, before continuing in.::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: We're fortunate to sight them so close to the dock. :: watches the whales grow distant ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: is grateful that her belief that the avian being was familiar :: aCMO: I see now. :: moves to sit with Kuari ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

That is quite the massage you give, but come on! We must hurry!

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  I'm right behind you!

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: perks up as her crewmates arrive :: Hi! Did you have fun! I flew all over, and now my wings really hurt...

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: dashes out the door toward the transporter station ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: quickly follows ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SEC: Hey there, I envy the ability but not the pain :: Pulling out the chair for T'Lira::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: So we were, the book said they usually don't come in this far.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: they get to the transporter station and are beamed south to Suraya, in the middle of the tourist hub ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: is mildly startled by the excitable greeting :: SEC: Fun is a relative term, but I believe it would apply. :: nods her thanks to Tyler and sits ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

The coffee shop I picked is not far now. :: weaves through the crowds with Lexy ::

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: is sitting on the floor in place of a chair, but is still eye level with her now sitting crewmates :: I got a message to meet here. What are we doing?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Think it's time to turn around yet? I didn't even bring a watch.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Holds his cane under his arm, and grabs a beautiful of tea. Notices and approaches his crewmates.:: SCI/SEC: Good day my dears. CMO: Doctor. ::Nods.::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: looks at the suns ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

SEC: I do not know. Perhaps it will be explained in a moment. ENG: Greetings, Lieutenant.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: arrives at the shop and enters, looking around for her crewmates ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: shifts her mind from adventuring to being responsible :: Ian: I suppose it is, yes.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

ENG: Ilahir :: Nods in return::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: comes in right behind her, and points them out in the corner :: Kate:  There they are!

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: pops by the counter and gets a coffee, because hey, she is who she is :: Coffee, Lexy?

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: waves her hand in a negative fashion :: Kate:  Nothing for me, thanks.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: notices Harper and Wright and wonders just what exactly they wanted to speak about ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: gets her cofee and heads over to the assembled bunch ::

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: trails closely after ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: Smiles :: Hello everyone! :: a little too brightly ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Tips his hat to Harper and Wright.:: NAV/CSO: My dears.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

NAV: Hi, Harper!

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

NAV/CSO: Greetings, Commander, Lieutenant.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

NAV/CSO: Commander.. Commander

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: Smiles next to Kate ::  SEC:  Hi, Kuari!  SCI/ENG/aCMO:  Hello!

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: flicks Tyler a confused glance, wondering if she missed some change in rank. That does seem likely... ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: sits down and maintains the outward bright facade, but drops her voice to just above a whisper :: Table: I can not tell you why, but Commander Wright and I must get off-planet.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Table: That may be too difficult a goal, though, so for now, a communication out would suffice.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: sits down, following Kate's lead and keeping a smile plastered on her face ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

ALL: First, a congratulations is in order. Lieutenant Commander

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: her suspicions are confirmed now :: NAV: If we could find an officer, perhaps the Admiral could assist?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: shrugs :: Table: I sent him the same message that all of you received.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

aCMO:  Thank you, Doctor.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

Table: There are means of getting a message out.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: wonders why and lowers her head almost to the tabletop, failing at subtlety ::\

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

ENG: I had a feeling you would say that. Table: With all of us together, we must be able to come up with something.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

Table: If a communication could be sent out, pressure could be used to leverage a way out.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: whispers :: Table: Do you want me to be a distraction? I can be a distraction.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

Table: Who are we going to contact?

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

SEC: Please do not. I do not believe we have the sufficient bail funds.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Laughs:: SEC: Would certainly be a magnificent sight.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: smirks at Kuari :: That you would.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

SCI: I didn't say I would do anything illegal.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

SEC: These guards look as if even the smallest disturbance would be considered illegal

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

aCMO: I can not tell you. I just need a secure channel.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SEC: Flying or breaking things involved?

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

aCMO: Mebbe...

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: glances sideways ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

Table: If a secure channel is needed, who here is proficient at hacking into communications networks? :: asks that last part really quietly ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: cuts the wheel, watching the sail ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

Table; I can be  a distraction

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: Do you know what frequencies are locked out?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

ENG: Everything I tried.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: favors Tyler with a slight glare, one that suggests he had better not try to distract anybody from anything, because she will not bail him out later if he gets himself into trouble ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: tends to the sail as needed :: Ian: The wind is changing.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Surely is, looks like we'll need to tack a bit.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: There may be some old frequencies that may work. There are also a number of restricted channels that may be available.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

Table: If we get somewhere I am sure someone having a seizure may be a distraction!

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: sighs at aCMO ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Eng: That is good to hear. Table: What else can we do? This... well, something is definitely wrong, even with this response. Being imprisoned on my homeworld does not sit well with me.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: sifts through her memory to find a certain coded frequency that she'd once used when she was first commissioned some twenty years ago. :: Table: I have a recommendation, but it is highly illegal and would result in a court-martial if we are caught.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: I have been here dozens of times... and I have never seen it like this before.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

SCI: What is it? Suggesting it does not mean we have to use it. ENG: Yes, well, I grew up here. We are not subjects.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: begins the zig-zag down the coast ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: No. No you are not. ::Gives a knowing nod.::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

NAV: There is a coded frequency that can, if used just right and with great care and skill, override a lockout on a shuttle by sending the correct prefix code. It will not work for a large vessel, only for a shuttle. However, if we were to obtain the prefix code for a shuttle currently on Risa, you would have your way off. That frequency is also commonly

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

used by hijackers, hence why it is illegal.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

SCI: I doubt that would get us past the blockade... alive, but keep the idea handy. ENG: We will try your method for a message. How long do you need?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: a while later, he turns the wheel as they past the marker bouy for the harbor ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: decides not to point out that Harper's skill at piloting could get them past the blockade with ease. ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

Table: I know the common prefix code for medical shuttles...

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: drops the sail as they come into the dock, coasting in carefully ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: transfers over to the small electric engine, which he pulses carefully to give them juuuuust enough oomph to get into their berth ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: Well, all I need is a communications terminal and a tricorder. As for time, ten minutes maybe. There are a few covert channel that the Obsidan Order used to use that may still be useful.  

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: slides her hand over and gives Kate's thigh a comforting squeeze under the table ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: Hopefully the latinum I spent obtaining them was well spent.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

ENG: Please do try not to get me arrested for associating with them. :: sideways glance at Lexy with a little smile :: Table: Thank you all. This is suddenly a risky meeting for some reason, and I appreciate it.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

NAV: You are welcome. I see no reason why off-world transport is not allowed.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: throws down some mooring balls, and grabs a rope from the dock and ties off to a cleat ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

ENG: You can take a little more time than that to be careful and unobserved. Perhaps contact me this evening?

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: steps onto the dock and helps tie up the other end of the sailboat ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Back to the room before dinner?

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've been in trouble with Starfleet. And I am quite old; I could easily deny even knowing you. ::Smiles.::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Agreed.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: they make it back to their hotel room and he finds the shitstorm in his inbox :: Well.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

NAV: But I will take it slowly. Better safe than sorry.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: picks her chin up slightly off the table, looks to the side at Ilaihr and whispers :: ENG: Does this mean we're all accomplices now?

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

ENG: If they think you are senile or crazy you come to sickbay dont forget that :: He says with a wink::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

ENG: Alright, be careful. Table: Thank you all again.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: opens up a goddamn comm channel because he's a goddamn Admiral ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: aaaaaaaand gets intercepted by Federation Fleet Security ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Table: Now we unfortunately must break up this party before we look even more conspicuous than we already do.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: gapes ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Nods:: Table: This is exciting. Haven't done anything like this since I joined Starfleet... oh the momories.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Table:  I hope you all continue to have fun on your vacations!  :: a real smile ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

Comm: I am Vice Admiral Ian Blackthorne requesting a top security channel to the Director of Alpha Quadrant Operations, Admiral A.C. Zuriyev.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

ENG: Did they have starships back then??

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

NAV: At this point, being conspicuous is the least of our concerns. I believe three or more of the guards are watching us now. They may just be scanning the vicinity, but it is still best that we disperse.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Table: So do I. I am sorry this had to happen on my home planet. :: frowns ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: has to restrain a snort at Tyler's question to Ilaihr ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

COMM>

Denied.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

Table: I could laugh really loud.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

COMM>

Please file a communication request in triplicate.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Raises his cane up to Slade's nose.:: CMO: Respect you're elders! NAV: And it saddens me also commander.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: silently amused at the banter ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

Comm: :: doesn't even see a rank on this person's collar :: I don't know who you think you are but flag communications are always priority per regulation!

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

ENG: If it touches me old man you get the hypospray again :: laughs robustly noticing they are being watched::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: stands :: Table: Be safe, all of you.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: stands also, reaching over to clasp Kate's hand reflexively ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: notes that particular interaction and files it away for later reference

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: heads to the door, hand-in-hand with Wright, coffee in the other ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

SEC: Lady Kuari, my dear. Would you care for a walk. It is very crowed in here, and our friends all appear to be leaving.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

COMM>

Denied, Admiral. I have higher orders.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: at a loss for words :

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: picks her head up to normal :: NAV/CSO: Bye, Harper! Wright! And congratulations!

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: waves back at Kuari, grinning ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: shares a stunned look with Ian ::

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

ENG: Sure! I'm sure not flying anytime soon. Walking is good.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

Comm: :: turns back to the screen :: Higher than the Director of this Quadrant?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

COMM: Indeed. No outgoing communication for any reason. FFS out.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: the screen goes dark ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

SEC: Have a good one lieutenant ENG: Ilahir, Ill see you next time!!

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Laughs.:: SEC: Tired those splendourous wings of yours out have you?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: turns back to T'Kirr :: I can't even remember the last time that happened to me.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Me neither.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: And...Risa?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: exits with Lexy and sips her coffee pensively as they walk ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

aCMO: Shall we?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: What do you mean?

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: looks around at all the people, feeling some dismay at the armed Starfleet personnel in the crowd ::

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: stands up and attempts to stretch, but doesn't have enough room in the coffee shop :: ENG: Yeah. I don't get to use them enough. I should have gone easy on them.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: whispers to Lexy :: Back to my town... fewer guards there.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: nods at Kate, squeezing her hand ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

SEC: With so much sky, it must be hard to stop though.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: they head to the transporter hub and beam back to Lunat Bay, which is at least much less crowded ::

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Stands and extends hand to T'Lira to leave:: SCI: Shall we?

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: accepts hand :: aCMO: Agreed.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Of all the places to attack a starbase, I wouldn't expect it to happen here. It must be due to someone of importance staying here.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

ENG: Yeah, it really is.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

T'Kirr: Yeah. Or just to cause fear by hitting a vacation world. Either way, they seem to not like President Yix.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: nods respectfully to Slade and T'Lira :: Doctor. Lieutenant.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

SEC: Lieutenant.

 

<aCMO_Dr_Slade>

:: Walks hand in hand from the coffee shop back towards the hotel::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

SEC: You get the same feeling from commanding a starship.

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate:  So until we hear from Ilaihr... you said something about a Risan massage?

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

ENG: :: frowns :: I dunno about that. Although... :: thinks more on it :: I suppose maybe, yeah. Could be.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: manages a smile :: Lexy: That I did. We should change out of these hideously boring clothes though.

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

ENG: So! We going anywhere in particular?

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

SEC: First, we must throw off any suspicion. I suggest a casual stroll on the beach with the softest sand. ::Smiles.::

 

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

ENG: To the beach!

 

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

:: notices Kate's distress ::  Kate:  Well, lets do that first and then do something fun to take our mind off of things, okay?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Alright. Home, then massages, then whatever happens next.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM


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