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"The Patrol"
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
Summary: OK... so! Suicide bombers... more than one. Oh no! We have one in custody, a Kivan, who seems more like a pawn than a ring-leader. He seems to have a certain reverent awe for the "genius" behind these bombings. Who- or whatever he is, appears to believe that blowing Mizarians up is the only way to wake them out of their pacifist lethargy.
<@XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
Meanwhile! The Hyperion is trying to find a way to stop, or at least minimise the damage the subspace bombs could do to Mizar and the surrounding regions of space.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<<<Resume>>>
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::stands on the bridge, looking around:: CTO: Jo, I want you down with Kivan in the brig. See what else you can get from him about this "leader" guy he mentioned to me.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::turns and trots up to CTO's console, resting a hand on her arm:: CTO: Take it easy with him. He's not the shrapest. Amd bring Douglas with you. I think he needs to learn how to extract information wihtout yelling. ::winks::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
XO: Easy? That just seems boring. ::Raises an eyebrow at Danann::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::looks around the transporter room:: Miller: Well, our stuff should be beamed directly to the Cargo Bay. Let's get to the bridge. ::nods to the transporter chief and heads out the door::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::steps off of the transporter pad, feeling the adrenaline rush from earlier starting to fade, heading towards TL:: TL: Deck Seven, main sickbay
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
CTO: Well, by all means, keep yourself amused... ::looks at CTO for a moment, before breaking her gaze and dropping her hand:: CTO: Just find out what you can.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Ensign Tavy leaves the security office, and Soule stood there, looking rather dumbfounded and dizzy:: Self: W...whaa...What just happened?
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Gives her a proper smile:: XO: Course I won't break him. I know how to interrogate. ::Leaves the bridge, heading to the brig::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::pauses outside the TR and looks left and right::: Miller: Love, which way to the lift?
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
Self: I should go to the Brig, and grill me some pacifist, whilst pondering what just happened.....I'll that....
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Cmdr_Miller>
::chuckles and points to the right:: OPS: That way. ::steps around his husband and heads for the lift::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Heads down to the Brig::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::raises an eyebrow:: Self: I bet you do... ::trots back to the command circle::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::TL opens, she steps out and enters Sickbay::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Overhears the XO as she leaves the bridge, spinning round and giving her a look as the doors close::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::sighs and follows:: Miller: You're never going to let me forget that, are you? ::the question is just answered by an evil chuckle:: Thought so.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Nurse Wotesh: How did things go while I was gone?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::looks down at aNAV's console:: aNAV: You wanna correct our position, Ensign. I don't want us entering the atmosphere, remember? ::taps a few buttons and corrects the error herself::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Hides the fact the XO made her flustered as she exits the TL and walks to the Brig door::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
MED: Lt. Flixiprax is close to budding, sir. He seems really excited.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Leaves the security office in time to catch Feyna walking to the brig. He looks confused at her, with no less than half a dozen lipstick stains on his face:: CTO: Hey leftenant.
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::steps off the lift after a short ride:: XO: Commanders Lyon and Miller reporting for duty, albeit kinda late.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Looks up, double taking at Douglas:: TAC: Looked in a mirror lately Ensign?
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
CTO: Uhhh, nooo? Why?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::turns, spots the two rather handsome men entering the bridge. Contains her smile:: OPS/Miller: Welcome on board, boys! ::points at OPS: Lemme guess... you're the brains, and he's the flyboy?
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Wotesh: That's wonderful! Is there a hatchling nursery prepared?
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::grins:: XO: Got it in one, Commander.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
TAC: Before you go in there ::Gestures with a tilt of her head:: Sort out that ::Gestures with a circlar motion in the direction of his face::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
MED: We just finished it. ::grins:: MED: Even have those little brushes for detangling their wings. They are... ::grins again:: MED: So cute.
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>
::groans:: OPS: You got lost on the way to the bridge, remember?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::laughs:: OPS: Great. Well, I need you to help me figure out how to contain... several subspace explosive devices, and you ::turns to Miller:: Miller: Wanna keep us from crashing into the planet below?
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Follows Feyna's gestures, looks at a reflective computer panel to see the state he's in:: CTO: Oh shit..... ::He begins to vigorously wipe the stains off his face, standing straight and trying not to blush:: Sorry Ma'am.
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>::nods:: XO: Aye, aye. ::walks down to helm control and taps the aNAV on the shoulder::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Wotesh: Excellent, and how's the father doing?
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
TAC: That looks like oil based lipstick, you might need more than scrubbing to get that off
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::goes to check on the hatching pond, and the parent::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::walks over to the XO:: XO: So, subspace explosives, huh?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
Miller: Brilliant. I had no plans to go back to that planet today. ::turns to OPS:: OPS: OK... We had started to work on the theory that a limited warp bubble might help invert the effects of a single explosion, but... then we discovered ::walks over to OPS's console, pulling up the data:: OPS: That there were more than one bomb strapped to more than one mindless idiot.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Grimaces:: CTO: Ohhh man. I do not make a habit of this ::Points at his face.:: May I ask Leftenant...Why are women crazy?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
OPS: And we have no idea where the rest of them are. Jo is working that angle. We need a way to halt the explosive process or contain it. ::leans on his console like she's known him forever:: OPS: Go!
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
MED: I've changed my mind!!! ::winces as another series of pains hit him::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Tilts her head at him in contemplation:: TAC: Not the right person to ask. Go sort yourself out. ::Heads into the Brig::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Hangs his head as he runs off to a bathroom:: CTO: Be right back ma'am.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Flixibrax: Breathe, you're doing great. ::mops his forehead, if you can call it that, with a cloth::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
XO: And they are all down on the planet? ::settles at his console, flashing a smile at Ethan::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::sits silently and worried in the brig::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
OPS: That, we can't even be certain of.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Walks in, and looks silently over a Kivan, before quietly pulling a chair to in front of the forcefield::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
XO: Oh, joy. Mind if I read up a little more about subspace weapons?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
OPS: By all means. ::hops her hip off the edge of his console:: OPS: But the clock, literally, is ticking.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::looks up gingerly:: CTO: I don't know you.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Gives his face a thorough scrub, whilst looking at himself in the mirror chittering to himself:: Self:I do hope Feyna or Danann dont give me a colonoscopy for this....wasn't my fault this time.
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
XO: Thank you for not putting any pressure on me. Crash course coming up, pardon the pun. ::ignores Ethan's snicker and reaches over to slap him lightly on the arm without looking::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Smiles at him in a friendly way:: Kivan: Nope, but hopefully we will know each other soon.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::notices the first one starting to emerge:: Flixiprax: I see a head! keep up the good work, push!
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
MED: YOu have no idea what this feels like! My back is on fire! ::shudders, his wings flapping in pain. Knocks over a medical trolley:: MED: Ouch!
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::winces:: OPS: I see you two are gonna be a hoot...
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>::looks over his shoulder:: XO: Fifteen years together does that, ma'am.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::sits ion the XO's chair, looking over that the empty CO's chair, frowning:: Miller: Keep an eye on the main port thrusters. They've been giving us a bit of hassle recently.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Finishes un-tarting himself:: Self: Better? Better. Right, back to work. ::Leaves the bathroom and jogs to the brig::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>XO: Aye. I noticed that.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Wotesh: rub his back and give him 10 ccs of Asinolyathin, that should take the edge off
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::swallows:: CTO: I won't tell you anything, you know. ::shakes::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Stands, as if to shift her chair, and takes down the forcefield:: Kivan: I didn't ask anything. I'm just here for you to talk to
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
::jumps out of the way of another wing swoosh:: MED: Yes ma'am. ::grabs the meds and gives them to Flixiprax... the spelling of whose name I am beginning to regret, here::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Stops before he enters the brig, composes himself, slaps himself across the face to get his moodiest expression, and finally enters::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::attempting to keep flixiprax from knocking over anything else and injuring himself and emerging infants::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::pulls up the relevant information, scouring the databases for anything with relevance::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Turns her head at Douglas' entrance, and tries to convey with a look, that he keep quiet and unobtrusive::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
MED: aaaaaaaaaaaargh!
ACTION: Flixiprax's first hatchling pops out of his chest cavity like a cork from a pop gun.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Rools his eyes as he walks to the corner of the room, watching Feyna interact with Kivan, leaning up against the wall with his arms folded, just staring at Kivan::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::catches the crowning babe before it hits the floor, checks if its boy or girl::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::eyes widen at he sees TAC:: CTO: Raise the forcefield! Raise the forcefield! Please! ::backs away::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Keeps quiet, sitting in her chair, with a friendly open expression::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
Kivan: Good day Mr Kivan. Enjoying your stay?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
::looks a little recovered::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Tries to bite down her impatience at Douglas::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::is still sore all over from the take-down a few hours earlier:: TAC: Please don't hurt me.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::looks down at OPS and Miller:: All: You guys always get the same assignment?
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Sighs, knowing that Douglas has ruined her interrogation plan:: Kivan: I won't let him touch you.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
::burps::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
MED: Here's comes another one!
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Walks over to the cell, places his hand on the back of Feyna's chair:: Kivan: If you tell us what we want, there'll be no need will there?
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: I, and my very sturdy chair, are between you and him. I won't let him hurt you
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::without answering they both lift their left hands, the wedding bands clearly visible, Rojer briefly glancing over his shoulder:: XO: They tend to send married couples to the same ships.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Brushes Douglas' hand from the back of her chair, giving him a hard look as she does so, suggesting silently for him to back off::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>>
::eyes, if possible get even wider:: CTO: That's not what he's saying...
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Flixiprax: Congratulations, it's a girl!
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>::jabs at the thruster controls:: XO: Besides, if I'm not along he'd get lost all the time.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::smirks::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::hands off the babe to Wotesh to clean up and brush wings, check vitals, etc::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Leans into Feyna as he whispers in her ear:: CTO: Just run with the good cop bad cop routine. We need to weaken his resolve.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
MED: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- ::takes a breath:: aaargh!
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Turns, and gives Kivan her most trustworthy look:: Kivan: I am his boss. He will do what I say
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::gets ready for next baby::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Flixiprax: keep it up, you're doing great!
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::mutters to himself about subspace explosions::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Looks back at Douglas, and gives him a genuinely pissed off look:: Douglas: No. You are following my lead, not the other way round, ENSIGN.
ACTION: The next baby pops out, landing perfectly in MED's arms, it's teeny tiny little wings already fluttering like mad.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Gestures to the exit:: TAC: Out. ::Murmers:: If you feel the need, you wan watch through monitors
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::checks over the babe, this one's a boy::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
CTO: I- ::shudders and watches TAC's face at CTO orders him out::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Turns her back on Douglas:: Kivan: He's gone. It's just us. We can talk about anything you want. ::Takes her seat again::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Shakes his head:: CTO: Fine leftenant. You know where to find me if you need me. ::He stares at Kivan's eyes:: Or if this one gives you trouble. ::He leaves the room::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
CTO: Tell me what everyone is saying about the bombers. What do people think?<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::flicks through screen after screen of information::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: On the planet? They don't understand why or who.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::tries to remember how many hatchlings Vilix'prans have, on average...::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
CTO: So he hasn't stepped into the light yet? ::looks worried:: CTO: I must have displeased him. ::starts to fret, picking at his nails in agitation::
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>::softly:: OPS: Breathe.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Watches the interrogation on the monitors::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: Maybe you need to contact him, to give him an update as to the situation. I can help you with that.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
#Flixiprax: Breathe, 1, 2, 3, deep breaths...
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
::hands MED a PADD, showing Flixiprax's last prenatal scan. It shows three little hatchlings::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
::burps really, really loudly::
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
Self: Good, get him to open up. He needs you as his ally Leftenant.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
CTO:Oh, no, no, no... I never speak to him... he contacts me. ::keeps an eye on the exit, assuming TAC will be back any minute::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Flixiprax: Just one more, you're doing really well.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: You must feel so honored, to have him contact you! How did he do it?
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
MED: Oh, thanks, doc ::sounds incredibly sarcastic:: MED: I'd like to see you squeeze three hatchlings out of YOUR chest cavit-aaaaaarghh!
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::gives a small sigh and keeps searching::
ACTION: The last hatchling pops out in a graceful arc across Sickbay.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::notices the 3rd baby beginning to crown, smiles, tries not to react to the sarcasm, keeping up her bedside manner...::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::looks at CTO:: CTO: I have a... ::frowns, stops speaking::
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::dives across sickbay, attempting to catch the baby before it falls on the floor, hoping it can learn to fly very quickly...::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
OPS: Anything? ::tries to make the question sound cool and calm.::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Smiles invitingly at him, keeping silent to encourage him to keep talking::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Hatchling>
All: weeeeeeeeeh!
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Grabs himself a cup of tea and a raktajino from the replicator as he continues to watch:: Self:: Come on Joanne, just a little more of a push
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::keeps looking at the screens:: XO: A lot of information that I'm trying to parse into something coherent in very short time, ma'am. I'll need a few more minutes.
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::catches the baby just in time, and knocks over a rolling cart in the process::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
CTO: ... When he- ::shakes and almost sobs:: CTO: I can't! It's too important, his work, his ideas! I will die before I give anything away!
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Wotesh>
::gapes in awe:: MED... nice... catch, doc.
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Frowns and rolls his eyes:: Self: So close
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
Flixiprax: It's a girl! ::stands up, brushes self off, hands the babe off to Wotesh for cleanup and vitals..::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: No you won't. ;You won't die. You'll make your cause more widely known.
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
::looks desperate and angry:: CTO: Rolan says our deaths will speak louder than words ever could!
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::glances over at Ethan:: Miller: This is one of the more exciting first hour on any ship, huh?
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
::Takes a big sip of his tea.:: Self: More widely known to the butt of my phaser rifle.
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
<Miller>OPS: Understatement, love.
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
::Opens her arms out wide:: Kivan: How? The planet doesn't even know why you are doing what you are doing ::Feels a frission of excitement at having gained a name::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::frowns at the new boys:: Self: Hell, if you wanted excitement, you should have been in that hut with us earlier... ::sends the OPS and Miller a note, "2100hrs, drinks, my quarters."::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Kivan>
CTO: In time, everyone will know!
<TAC_Ens_Douglas>
Self: Rolan... ::Starts looking for names that match in the database::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<Flixiprax>
::falls asleep, floating happily in the tub of water::
<CTO_Lt_Feyna>
Kivan: How?
<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>
::sees the note pop up, reads it and sends a reply "Scotch on us. We have the good stuff." ::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
::smiles broadly::
<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>
<<<Pause>>>
<MED_Ens_Rousseau>
::smiles at the new papa and the new babies::
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