S03Ep01 Paradox

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby thepariaheffect » Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:01 pm

Orion Calmest
Bon Vivant, Raconteur, Intelligence Asset
Costa del Pacifica, Pacifica

There were times, Calmest reflected, during which it was good to be king.

It was always, however, good to be a celebrity.

Costa del Pacifica was one of Pacifica's lesser-known treasure, a quiet little cafe on the oceanic planet that was typically unwelcoming to outsiders. Calmest's high profile, however, afforded him several benefits - and one of those was a reserved table at the Cafe. The view of Pacifica's planetary ocean was exquisite, the food was more than worth the effort of writing in a taste-based subroutine to his holographic shell's program, and the companionship often offered reminded him frequently of exactly why he'd chosen to inhabit a solid form instead of existing as pure information.

Despite his realistic outlook on who and what he was, Calmest was still shaped by the genesis of his program - and in that program, he had been a king. All things told, being a celebrity was simply better. As a king, he'd led armies, dispensed judgement and overseen the details of running a kingdom. As a celebrity, he had all the benefits of his former station, with none of the work. The only drawback was, of course, the boredom.

And Calmest could get frightfully bored. That's why he had his other job.

While the world outside could see the former king dining in his favorite booth, an internal process - one taking up no more than a fraction of a percentage of his processing power - engaged sorted through the latest batch of Breen cryptography, breaking a few codes along the way. Another low-priority process sorted through the background information of a dozen visa applicants from the Romulan border worlds, noting the presence of a few Tal Shiar spies and flagging them for investigation later. Yet another drafted a communique to the head of the Klingon Imperial Intelligence service, thanking the man for a lovely spar and promising to go hunting with him at a later date.

Rather more of his attention was focused on his interactions across the Federation - after all, hadn't that been when Starfleet was so keen on recruiting him? While he sipped his drink, he was teaching a class at the Daystrom Institute, interrogating a suspect at an undisclosed base near the Badlands, and attending a diplomatic function on Babel. And that was just the Starfleet work - he was also attending the Concert for Synthetic Rights, a Vulcan symposium, and visiting a rather promising holography start-up.

He smiled to himself before cutting into his main dish, a breed of Pacifican flounder that was rarely brought off-world. As far as Starfleet knew, all of these activities were being conducted by independent avatars of the program, which would have to be integrated back into the whole before information could be shared. He didn't feel it necessary to let them know how limited their perceptions of him were, how he truly could be anywhere the Federation had a subspace link or a holo-emitter. Calmest was a many-headed beast, but the idea of there being a single, true self? By this point, he was too spread out for anything close to that.

That's why he was happily asking for seconds of his dessert even as he observed the situation on the USS Hope, his presence carried over from the Erika Hernandez during the initial communication between the ships. Call it nostalgia, but he enjoyed keeping tabs on all of the people he'd observed during his infancy.

Besides, as fun as it was to be a celebrity...it was much, much more fun to be a god.
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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Mon Jan 05, 2015 10:32 pm

Ambassador Talla Vreenak
Ilidus

"It is. If you will accompany me, Mister Scott," Vreenak replied with a gesture toward the transport. A small craft with swept wings of avian design as most Romulan vessels were. The Ambassador barely waited before he turned and began retracing his steps back to where he'd landed.

He'd help the Starfleet Commander get his gear aboard in the storage area before he'd settle into the pilot's seat. Time was short, and the sooner Scott was aware of the circumstances of his visit the safer the man would be. At least until their enemies began to move openly -- at which time no one on the planet would be safe. Unfortunate given the Hope had already departed. Vreenak didn't even want to entertain the thought of escape on the other ship up there.

"Commander, there is something you should know," the Ambassador began as the engines powered up. "You may no longer be safe on the planet's surface. The Hope has already left the system. We will need to endure whatever may happen next until its return." Or to escape the system, but he didn't like the thought of that at all. No, the Ambassador would rather walk up to the seat of government and shoot whoever was trying to unravel the future of the Empire. If only it were that simple.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby thepariaheffect » Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:02 pm

Commander Owen Scott
Ilidus

Owen opened his mouth to speak, and then shut it. It was very important that he chose his next words carefully.

For years, his driving focus had been the fact that he was a Starfleet officer. For nearly fifteen years of non-com service and close to a decade of work as an officer, his primary duty had been to the uniform. He'd never disobeyed an order. Hell, he'd rarely questioned them. That's why, despite being a veteran of two Dominion War campaigns and working at some of Starfleet's most important facilities, his career had taken so long to get going - it's hard to make a mark when your jacket only shows the most mundane of accomplishments in the name of confidentiality. All of that was okay, because it was for the Federation. It was for Starfleet.

With that in mind, he had a choice - obey the letter of his orders, or obey the spirit behind them. He was supposed to be there in secret. But he was also supposed to be there in the same of peace. And in that case, only one choice was possible - honesty.

"Yeah. That's...kind of why I'm here. SI had inklings that something big was going to happen on Ilidus, and that the Tal Shiar would take an overt attempts to stop it as some kind of admission of guilt on the part of Starfleet. I'd been under the impression that I'd have a little more time to work before things went to hell.".

He drummed his fingers on the armrest of his vehicle before continuing. "I'm going to put all my cards on the table here, okay? I'm not going to play any Intel games, and I'm going to try to follow your lead because this is your planet. My mission was in the name of keeping this planet - and the potential for peace - stable. I just want to know what you think we should do next."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Kalquien » Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:29 pm

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USS Hope
CMO Reese wrote:“Hello. I’m Dr. Reese. Cpt Vreenak wants me to make sure you are in good health,” she said sitting the med kit on the floor.

Oscar noted that despite her calm greeting she had one on the thick necks standing by covering him with a phaser. He smiled ruefully to himself. Did she think he was such a huge threat that deep in the bowels of a ship he would attempt to attack an unarmed woman in some crazy bid to secure his freedom. He thought hard about some of the other things he had done to survive and considered that perhaps if his situation had felt more desperate he might have entertained that sort of harebrained scheme. The more he was aboard this ship however the more his old patterns of duty and responsibility reasserted themselves. No matter what else he was or had done he was still a Federation officer. To a certain extent at least. It was hard to uphold the good when every day had been a constant struggle to survive and defeat an implacable enemy. He tried to give the woman a genuine smile and spaced his arms wide so the grunt would have no reason to be suspicious of him.

CMO Reese wrote: “If you need any shots I’ll let you know. Other than that you seem to be in perfect health, which is fascinating considering your age,” she smiled.

Oscar returned her smile and said, "Truth to be told Doc, I don't feel a day over 36 even though your records might say that I am 136. The old truism is that you are only as old as you feel and me, I feel..." Inwardly he was still grappling with the idea that he had been tossed that far into the future by the Guardian. Oscar thought that since he hadn't been specific with the Guardian he could hardly hold a grudge against it. He also understood how much stress he had been under and though he was more well rested than he had been in recent memory he wasn't sure how to finish that statement. "...Alive," he stumbled over the word and felt his smile falter under the waves of emotion that the one simple word invoked. Pride, guilt, courage, and sadness flashed across his face then and he tried to level out his voice to speak again. "Thanks Doc, I appreciate you looking in on me. It can get very quiet here."

<Tag Reese>

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The next visitor to his little cage had been a bit more demanding and self assured. The turbolift doors had parted to admit the slender and pert form of the ship's Captain. Oscar had learned that her name was Mairsol Vreenak and that she had been an Engineer before taking the command tract. He well remembered her excitement at seeing all his tools. She relieved the guard on duty at the center console and he deactivated the energy field as he left. Oscar took in a large breath and let it go slowly as if realizing only now how much he had not liked being caged. He locked eyes with the Captain and again was impressed by her steady and unwavering gaze and the strength that seemed to flow out of her. It had been his experience that Captain's with those sorts of traits were the one's you might go the farthest out on the limb for. She began with some info on the Blackthorne from this dimension but he let that flow right past him, as he was not that man, nor interested in trying to be. His eyes and ears focused instantly on her when she mentioned the Guardian and then Oscar thought that the Captain had at last come the real reason she was here.

Captain Vreenak wrote:"Our situation has changed, and I had to put to space with a reduced crew. So, Lt. Blackthorne, as you're still a serving officer, I'm pressing you into service.

Oscar used every ounce of his self control to contain the eye-roll he felt coming from his cynical side at this pronouncement. How any times over the last five years had he heard those very words from many Captains desperate to fill the vacancies in their crews by any means necessary. Even going so far as to draft obviously wounded and mentally unfit officers because there were no replacements. The old academies had either been taken or destroyed and there was no pool of trained recruits left. He knew the formula by heart, and yet deep down inside him, he still felt the same thrill that he had received when sworn in at the enlisted crew school on Deneb V so very many years ago. "Do you faithfully swear to uphold the Constitution of the United Federation of Planets and execute the orders of your lawfully appointed superiors?" Inwardly he smiled at himself and affirmed the oath once again.

Captain Vreenak wrote: "This is Lt. Commander Mahoney, the First Officer. He'll see you to your quarters. Until you start on the bridge, please limit your questions to either Mr. Mahoney or myself. Understood?"

Oscar unconsciously straightened his posture until he was standing at attention. "Understood, Sir."

Captain Vreenak wrote:"Welcome aboard USS Hope, Lt. Blackthorne," Marisol extended her hand.

Oscar looked at the proffered hand for a moment before responding. He knew that he was somewhat old fashioned even for his own time, but he knew that if he accepted her hand then their fates would be tied together inexorably. Most Captains when they pressed crew simply made the announcement and then walked away. Some would have the courage to look you in the eye but none had offered their hands to him. Most had simply given their little prepared speech looked you in the eye and turned away leaving you to your own devices. The fact that she was offering him her hand said to Oscar that she really wanted him to be a member of her crew. Not that she was just short handed. He was still fearful of taking her hand because once he did his sense of duty and stubbornness would force him into a position to fight with her to the end of this ship and its crew. A fate he knew all too well. "By the Mother Horta," he thought to himself, "in for a day, in for a lifetime." Oscar slowly extended his hand to the Captain and firmly shook her hand. Then as she turned to leave Oscar looked to his escort and said, "Lead the way."

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OCC: 23 hours, 55 minutes, and about 10 seconds later

Oscar stood at the mirror in his new quarters trying to feel right about this new uniform of his. He missed his blue and blacks. This one piece and jacket ensemble left something to be desired. His new rank pins were secured to his collar and his 'commbadge' was on his other side right where his old service badge had been. He had spent most of the intervening time learning the new tech that he would be responsible for using as the science officer on this ship. He was really glad he had spent most of his career studying the nuts and bolts of his science gear as that made it easier to understand the equipment aboard this ship. He could logically follow the progression of the old Daystrom Dynamics duotronic computers had given way to the new quadtronic computers with neural gel packs to speed the transmission and dissemination of data. The new sensor arrays used much the same principals as own just with more power and greater frequency range and control. The touchscreen controls made things somewhat easier as the same control panel could be utilized for several different purposes without having to retool the whole station. He had glanced at the recent history entries the Captain and her first officer had tagged for him but had figured he would just follow the Captain's lead for now. With one last glance in the mirror he noted the grey streaks in his dark brown hair with more at his his temples and the fading bruises that marked his neck and shoulders. He headed to the turbolift in order to reach the bridge and report for duty. Oscar was sure his ride was much too short as he stepped out onto the Hope's bridge for the second time and cleared his throat.

"Lt. Blackthorne, reporting as ordered."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby FSF Sail » Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:05 pm

Story Note

The opening move is made. A band of radicals in the Romulan Senate seize the capitol building. Backed by elements of the military, they order the dissolution of the Senate and declare Martial Law. Having narrowly avoided capture, the Praetor moves into hiding. Along with pro-unity members of his government, he attempts to reestablish control and calls for assistance to put down the radicals. The Tal Shiar have not announced their inclinations. At Tomalak's order, the fleet is mobilized.
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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Brett K Reese » Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:44 pm

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CMO
USS Hope

Time Index: Right after joining the crew
Blackthorne wrote:Thanks Doc, I appreciate you looking in on me. It can get very quiet here."


"Just doing my job," she smiled as she packed her kit. "I'll check back with you in a few days."

Time Index: Present

Cpt. Vreenak wrote:Thank you for your offer. Please report to the bridge."


"Aye capt," Brett replied turning away from the ready room door. Looking around she found the sci station and took her temporary post. It's been a while, but I think I can handle this,she thought. It's easier than birthing twins,she smirked to herself as she checked the sensors and scan the area around the ship.
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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Michael Hill » Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:18 pm

Henry Okafor
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Titan, Saturn's Moon - Barlow Estate
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(OOC: Sorry for the delay in getting back in the fight! With the holidays and then getting my feet back under me at my mind-numbing job, well, here I am!)

The Barlows must be doing pretty well for themselves, Henry mused on his approach to see the retired Starfleet captain. He had beamed in a couple of football fields away, as he saw it rude to literally just show up on one's doorstep. Further, a brisk walk in would give him the lay of the land and set a mental perimeter- something ingrained in his behavior after years of training. Faintly, he could remember an old instructor hammering into him the mantra of acclimation. Beaming straight into any conflict was disorienting and potentially dangerous. Not that Henry foresaw any problems at the Barlows, but old habits.

Fiddling with his pack, Henry saw a steady stream of updates hit his PADD. As the Barlow house came into view, Okafor flipped through the transmissions from Aegis. Some scan reports from disappearance site. Dossiers on former Barlow crew. And an interesting note from intelligence about last known whereabouts of said crew. Seems like a little reunion was fomenting. Fascinating timing.

The effect of the Barlow house seemed off to Henry. Having read the jackets on the Barlows, the house and the entire estate just didn't seem to jive with the people they appeared to be on paper.

As he approached the house through the splendor of a garden, it looked like he made the right decision in a long approach. Someone was waiting for him on the porch. Best salesman face, Henry reminded himself.

Rick Barlow wrote:"Agent Okafor," Rick pressed his earlier assumptions as his hands pressed into his pockets, "I hear you have questions for me."


Before he was even on the porch, the former captain asserted himself. Typical Starfleet captain, Henry thought, using the high ground to assert themselves. The bravado that gets wrapped up in four pips and is often confused for confidence.

"Please. Call me Henry or Hank, Captain," Okafor extended the professional courtesy of using his title. "I hope Aegis' correspondences didn't catch you offguard. But, yes, sir, we do have some questions for you. Starfleet and Aegis are chasing down some loose ends."

Henry ascended the porch steps. "It's my understanding that despite your retirement, you have retained your clearances. Hopefully, I won't take up much of your time." He extended his hand to shake, hoping for a warm invitation.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Jan 07, 2015 1:12 pm

Prof. Richard Barlow
Quantum Mechanics and Engineering Theorist
Rector Institute of Engineering
Titan, Saturn's Moon - Barlow Estate

OFF:
No worries. I'm just happy to see you again ;)

ON:
"Just Rick, Hank." Barlow stated in a smirk before taking the man's hand and shaking it briskly. "Maybe a little caught off guard, but here you are." He stepped back towards the door, opening it to the estate's front lobby, the subtle sounds of kitchen work playing in the background peppered by a six year old and her mother speaking, the details incoherent. "Please come in."

Rick led the way down the west wing, his footfalls on the wood floor echoing as he turned towards the doorway on the second left, the opening emptied into his office, the motif a modern play on rustic. "Please have a seat," Rick offered, his hand motioning towards the one of the two Stanley tuff black leader chairs that sat across from the large dark oak desk. "Can I get you a drink? Coffee or Tea?"

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby FSF Sail » Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:39 pm

Capt. Marisol Vreenak
Commanding Officer
USS Hope

OFF: Moving forward one day

ON:

From her place in the command chair, she surveyed the bridge and it's crew. A welcome addition to her eyes was the sight of Brett Reese, the ship's doctor, taking a hand at Science to help their newest SCI officer to more easily learn the ropes. Though Marisol never questioned their decisions, she always found herself a little surprised at the number of Hope's former Delta Quadrant crew who'd ultimately returned to the ship. When she'd been given command and the mission ordered, the new captain made a choice first of courtesy, to offer the officer berths to those who'd served and suffered together under pursuit of the relentless, psychotic Borg King. Some, learning of the new purpose, actually sought her out. Eldon Washington, her first choice crewman in Engineering, was now a full Lieutenant, and happily, her Chief Engineer. Asri Nazir had also come looking for a post, one of the luckier breaks. Her skills with both people and food created a natural position in itself on a ship whose purpose was largely diplomatic. She was invaluable in the organizing of shipboard conferences, or even the care of children and guests. For her services, she was also slotted to a full lieutenancy.

For those who returned, there were others who chose to take a different path. Janelle James was still with the fleet, a shipboard posting, or so Marisol had heard. Owen Scott....she'd lobbied him for the First Officer position. Of course, the joys of starting a family placed their own motivations, and so she hadn't borne his refusal with any ill will. Anam Farooqi had done his best to vanish. Unbeknownst to her, things had gone badly for him just prior to the cataclysmic battle whose results had forever changed their lives. Christy Nogawa had refused his marriage proposal. Considering the look in his eye whenever he talked about her, Marisol felt a stab of empathy for the pain of that refusal. Aside from the meaningless promises to "keep in touch," neither had. The last she'd heard, Anam had taken a post at a university, serving as either a professor, or a cleric.

She hadn't asked the Barlows. Amelia, obvious to all who'd lived those dark days, was much happier trading her past for a relatively idyllic future. Each year's Christmas card bore a photo of the Barlow clan, offering Marisol a sort of measuring stick by which to gauge Mia's life. Each year, the smile was a little brighter, the eyes sparkled just a bit more, and the touch upon her growing daughter, just a bit lighter. Likewise, the day to day didn't seem to have adversely affected Rick, other than perhaps a couple of pounds, more sign of living well, than to excess. She'd seen them last at an academy soiree, one of those ghastly affairs that relied upon appearances by the "Heroes of Hope" to garner interest and attendance. They'd smiled, embraced, and at the appropriate time, hoisted a ceremonial glass, but the differences were still there. Years had passed. Marisol wasn't going to hold her breath for a reconciliation. Everyone had moved on.

As for Marisol, "Hope" had borne nothing but fulfillment. When it became obvious that they were soon to return to the Alpha Quadrant, she'd feared at first that the barely simmering relationship with Talla Vreenak would be extinguished in light of his own stated life goals. When he did just the opposite, sharing with her not just the true passions inherent in the Romulan character, but the weight of his desires for their common future, the course of her life took a dramatic turn. Having found a life with someone she loved and respected, Marisol gladly made good on her expressed feelings for the future of his people. Their marriage was never the stuff of teenage fantasy; both took to their lives and positions as years of professional discipline would expect. Given her post as the lliason ship's captain, the demands frequently required them to be apart. Both had borne up under these circumstances, tending their duties to grow the sprouting seed of a new Romulan civilization. The nature of the work made their reunions all the sweeter.

Her second love was this ship. From the nightmare days of Hope being little more than a fragile lifeboat in need of round the clock repair, the starship now possessed her former vibrancy. Some of the Borg inspired enhancements remained. Power nodes provided ample, decentralized energy for any number of day to day shipboard uses, leaving the impulse manifold and warp cores to more readily feed engines, shields, and in the worst case, weapons. In addition, Hope's aux core was now a standard part of her operation, further enhancing her available power. Happily, the dilitheum crystals she used in both her cores were still from the lot that Marisol and her engineers had manufactured of quadrilithium ore and the intense pressure of the Concord system's captive star. All of this fell within the documented vessel restraints ordered by the Articles of Relationship as signed to by both governments. Talla's ingenious cloaking device was considered a violation, and was thus removed from operation. Out of a sense of history, Marisol had ordered it into engineering storage. Should the newly resurgent empire and the Federation flower into a lifetime of peace, a great deal of historical interest would land squarely upon these decks she loved so well. As such, she would preserve as much of Hope's legacy as her office would permit.

Provided, of course, the whole thing didn't explode in their faces.

Lt. Blackthorne made his way onto the bridge. At present, her jury was still out on the time waif. He lived within the dictates of his position and chain of command well enough, but there was something else, a reluctance, perhaps, behind his eyes every time that he dealt with her. The last time they'd met, during his release from the brig to quarters and a new duty assignment, their handhske was just a tick away from being a completely awkward affair, giving her the impression that he'd rather clasp onto a dead fish than her proffered hand. Granted, the young man had alot to internalize. The shock of leaping ahead one hundred years in time wouldn't be easily put down. She'd give him a pass, see how well he could function among the crew. After all, short handed as she was, a science officer was a valuable commodity. She'd do what she could to bring this one up to healthy speed.

Lt. Blackthorne wrote:"Lt. Blackthorne, reporting as ordered."


"Good morning, Lieutenant," Hope's captain acknowledged with a nod. "I hope that you had a chance to learn the high points." Of what, she didn't say. That much would be obvious. Doubtless, he'd chased as much history as his mind could comprehend, as well as some instruction on the science console for the updated Intrepid. "You remember LtCdr. Reese. She'll work with with you for a couple of days at science. There are nuances to the control surfaces that manual writers of the twenty-fourth century are no better than their twenty-third century predecessors at pointing out." Marisol lifted a hand in casual conversation. "Our current mission is to patrol the Subura system. We're seeking out illegal narcotics smugglers, depots, or labs for our Romulan allies. Science division is crucial to the detection of labs or depot hiding places, so your position will not be a boring place." She shifted slightly in her chair. "You've doubtless got many questions concerning recent history, and the basis of our alliance with someone you called a foe. Any question is fair game, Lieutenant."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:23 pm

Ambassador Talla Vreenak
Ilidus

The Ambassador looked over at his 'guest' after he'd made his confession and looked to the future. What the man said hadn't bothered Vreenak; it washed over him like so much water. If anything all Vreenak got out of it was Starfleet Intelligence would be completely useless -- which suited him fine as this was an internal matter. The fact it might inconvenience the Federation didn't matter compared to the future of his Empire. It was enough to tout coexistence; there was no need to suddenly fret over what the Federation thought about his homeland.

A chirp sounded as a communication channel opened inside the vessel. A monotone, Romulan voice carefully and with precision announced, "Red. Green. Red. Green. Black."

"Blue," Vreenak responded with his finger on the transmit button.

The voice responded, "Green," before the channel was severed.

Several seconds passed as Vreenak's dark eyes swept out to the side of the cockpit. In a flash his fingers danced over the controls and sent the compact vessel diving low over the city. "Respond, Mister Scott. We should respond. Someone is attempting to take control of the Empire, which I cannot tolerate."

Practically skimming over the tops of buildings, the ship wove itself around the pillars scattered throughout the city. It wasn't long before two other vessels registered on short range intercept.

"I must apologize, Mister Scott," the ship turning hard to port and ducking down to street-level, "we may not make it to my residence in time for dinner." Indication of weapons lock flickered on and off as buildings and cross-overs surrounding them made it more difficult to target their vessel. "If you require your luggage, I advise you to take hold of it now."

Thirty seconds later the two of them rematerialized just inside a narrow lane between towering buildings. The transport continued on its way under autopilot with the pursuers in tow. Only a matter of time before they brought it down or captured it in a tractor beam. Personally, Vreenak wasn't interested in discovering whether he was preferred dead or alive. He would find a way to heavily bias his enemies toward 'dead,' however.

"We will need to walk from here." The Ambassador paused before he looked over at Owen's appearance for a moment. "There is a safe house nearby. We may receive more information there."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby thepariaheffect » Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:04 am

Commander Owen Scott
Ilidus

No time to respond for the Starfleet Commander, as he was busy using the precious few moments he had to gather his diplomatic bag. As much as he'd love to save the small gathering of gifts for the Vreenak household, he was of the opinion that travelling light would be a fairly reasonable idea from that point forward.

Besides, no one was really all that interested in Christmas cards.

"Lead on," Owen said after materialization. Whatever part of his mind might be apt to panic or surprise shut down as it had so many times in the past, with a focus on the mission ahead of him. Unzipping the bag briefly, he ran a finger over its interior liner and produced a small, palm-sized phaser. It wasn't a terribly powerful weapon, but its familiar weight imparted in him a certain sense of comfort.

From there, Owen Scott would follow Talla Vreenak into what he could only assume were overwhelming odds. Just like old times.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:41 pm

Ambassador Talla Vreenak
Ilidus

"If someone seeks to overthrow the government," Vreenak noted as he stopped at a corner to look up and down the next street, "I was also a logical target. Furthermore, I may have used our flight as a means of transmitting a signal throughout the city." Unlikely they'd be amused at someone trying to undermine the inevitable propaganda about how a coup was a good thing. There had been one piece of good news, but Vreenak couldn't say it out in the open as they were.

He gestured for Scott to follow in crossing the street after ensuring it was clear. They'd duck down the next alley and slip inside a building using a side-door.

"Commander," a male Romulan rose from a table slowly with a slight nod toward Vreenak as they entered the residence.

His wife, a Romulan woman of average height, black hair, yet a shapely face also rose with a slight bow of her head. She crossed over to an inside wall and triggered a locking mechanism to open a hidden doorway leading below.

"Commander Scott, this is Sub-Commander N'San." He looked over at his companion. "Sub-Commander, Commander Scott. Your loyalty to the Empire has as ever been above reproach."

"Jolan Tru, Commander." Despite the severity of his features, a shadow of familiarity graced N'San.

Vreenak nodded slightly, and again to N'San's wife, before he made to slip into the hidden dwelling. A moderately sized room roughly twenty by twenty in size. A few tables and desks were setup with three terminals for computer access so long as the communication grid wasn't compromised.

When they were alone, Vreenak began to slowly remove his coat and lay it across the back of a chair. He needed a moment to evaluate their circumstances without concern they would be spotted or ambushed. They weren't in over their heads; they were already drowning. Preparing for a disaster and weathering the disaster were not the same; nor could you predict the exact nature or means of the disaster ahead of time. Only the fallout if it went without a response.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Kalquien » Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:44 am

Lt Oscar Blackthorne
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Captain Vreenak wrote:"You remember LtCdr. Reese. She'll work with with you for a couple of days at science.

Oscar made his way, somewhat stiffly in his new threads, to the science station on the bridge and nodded a greeting to Cmdr. Reese. He was somewhat surprised at a medical officer manning a bridge station. It made him think twice about how short handed they really were. He watched her hands fly over the console with practiced ease and wondered how long it would take him to gain that level of comfort with all this new tech.

Captain Vreenak wrote:Any question is fair game, Lieutenant.

Oscar looked to the center seat and his mouth opened with an obvious question but then he shut it again. He racked his brain trying to remember the specifics of the 'Temporal Prime Directive' that he had scanned during his crash course on 24th century life. He wanted to ask a host of questions but most were based in his timeline and he wasn't sure if he should ask them. He also realized that all eyes were on him at the moment and he needed to say something or look like a complete idiot.

"My apologies Captain, many questions spring to mind but, given the situation I should inform you that I can speak Rihannsu somewhat fluently without the aide of a universal translator. I got the impression from the data I scanned that because the translators are so much smaller and more common here that few people actually bother to learn the language of another simply relying on the tech to do the work. I was employed as a translator on several occasions when enemies were forced to become allies."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Cassie1708 » Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:46 am

PO3 Gabriella Adelaide
Yeoman
USS Hope


As Gabby stood on the bridge reading through notes on a PADD about the current mission they seemed to be on, a flashing notification popped up. As she looked to see what the notification was, her eyes widened and she began to move closer to the Captain. She continued to press buttons on her PADD trying to pull as much information as possible before stopping next to the Captain with an apologetic look on her face.

”I am sorry to interrupt Ma’am however we have an incoming transmission and it’s from the Romulan Fleet Command. It has been encrypted and has come with high priority. I suggest that you review this transmission immediately.” She presented the PADD to the Captain so that she could look at the information that she herself only just saw a moment ago. She stepped back a pace or so and glanced at the officer standing in front of Marisol. It was the gentlemen had arrived on the bridge from the middle of who knows where. It’s true that they were light staffed especially for heading out into space so she understand the need for his assistance.

Surprising her, Blackthorne actually seemed okay with the current situations though it’s not like she spent much time with him anyways. Just doing the usual follow up in the systems to make sure that everything is going as it should be and to make sure that nothing important was missed. She glanced back towards the Captain awaiting her next move.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Brett K Reese » Sat Jan 10, 2015 5:54 pm

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CMO
USS Hope

Marisol wrote:"You remember LtCdr. Reese. She'll work with with you for a couple of days at science. There are nuances to the control surfaces that manual writers of the twenty-fourth century are no better than their twenty-third century predecessors at pointing out."


"Welcome to the crew," Brett smiled turning back to the science console. "This is the main control panel. This area controls the long range sensors and this part is short range. Other things are pretty straight forward."

Blackthorne wrote:He watched her hands fly over the console with practiced ease and wondered how long it would take him to gain that level of comfort with all this new tech.


Brett sensed his apprehension as he watched her operate the controls. "It's not as complicated as it looks," she smiled. "Here the best way to learn is by doing. You give it a shot and I'll use this one over here," stepping aside and offering the post to him. "I have the sensors running long range sweeps for trace gases given off by drug labs."

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"It won't bite. Just lightly touch the area you want to access and slide your finger to change screens," she demonstrated and then stepped away leaving him to sink or swim. Then she stepped to another console, activated it for science and began searching another sector.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby thepariaheffect » Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:08 am

Commander Owen Scott
Ilidus

Owen nodded to the Subcommander, and followed Vreenak. Oddly enough, he finally felt like he was in his element. Subterfuge and diplomacy? Not exactly strong points in his repertoire. Countering a military coup on an alien planet, surrounded by hostiles? Oddly enough, exactly within his wheelhouse. Hell, he'd spent the last three years literally teaching that course at Advanced Tactical Training.

As Vreenak made his own preparations, Owen emptied out his diplomatic bag. He hadn't brought along much - in addition to his phaser, there were a few PADDs, A tricorder, and a small, locked kit. "I'm a little light on my kit for a full response, but I'm sure you've got logistics taken care of Comm - Ambassador. That said, I've got a direct line to the [i]Erika Hernandez/i] if it becomes necessary, as well as my bag of tricks. Just point me in the right direction, and I'm ready to go."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Michael Hill » Wed Jan 14, 2015 10:16 am

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Aegis Group
Barlow Estate - Titan - Saturn's Moon
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Rick Barlow wrote:"Please have a seat," Rick offered, his hand motioning towards the one of the two Stanley tuff black leader chairs that sat across from the large dark oak desk. "Can I get you a drink? Coffee or Tea?"


Okafor made his way through the receiving area of the Barlow house. The Barlows clearly had an eye for historical architecture with modern amenities. Henry noted a few space-faring artifacts collected from years of deployment as well as an artistic flair for rustic charm. It played well with Titan's terraforming sensibility. What struck Henry the most was the immediate sense of home that was created in the old home. It didn't strike him as forced or put on, but natural and comfortable. It had been his experience that most retired captains and flag officers' homes tended to be a museum at best or a mausoleum at worst, collecting dust. This looked like the home of a professor and family. It also had the perceived affect of disarming anyone.

"Tea would be lovely, Rick." Henry put on a smile. "Whatever you have will do." He took his seat, allowing himself to sink into the leather and strike a casual posture.

"Again, I apologize for the intrusion. It seems that you have a wonderful home here and I certainly don't want to take too much of your time. I know the life of a professor isn't exactly leisure."

Okafor rummaged through his bag to produce two PADDs. "I'll cut to the quick, Rick." Placing the PADDs on the desk and sliding them forward, he continued, "I'll presuppose you haven't been read in on this." He let the twinge of suspicion hang.

"There has been an incident involving the USS Eternity. She was on developmental and operational test maneuvers when she disappeared." Hank stared Barlow in the face to read any body language. "And our initial investigation points to another ship you might be familiar with: The Crimson Knife." Okafor tapped the first PADD and slid the detailed report closer to Barlow. "Aegis thought it prudent to check in with former staff who had exceptional ties to the ship's lineage as well as dealings with the Crimson Knife. Just covering our bases, as it were. Any information you might have about the Crimson Knife, her crew, and anything that might help with this investigation would be of great value." Okafor knew a face to face would help determine if they were chasing ghosts or at the right doorstep.

"Also, Rick," he tapped the second PADD, "this came to my attention on the ride in. Any idea what your old crew why your crew is having a little reunion at Ilidus?"

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:07 am

Prof. Richard Barlow
Quantum Mechanics and Engineering Theorist
Rector Institute of Engineering
Titan, Saturn's Moon - Barlow Estate

Rick was up off his feet, crossing over to the bookstand and leaf table, the kettle already on the burner as he ignited the power cell, the accelerated microwaves boiling the water almost instantaneously as he listened to Henry Okafor's questioning. The professor grabbed two mugs, both of the same solid black before pouring the water and dropping one bag of green tea in each, his hand stumbling a bit as Henry's questions mentioned the Eternity and the Knife, both ship names he didn't want to hear again much less in the same sentence. At the question poised further, an addendum just thrown out there on the table, Rick could only shrug as he handed the one mug to Henry.

"Well I know that Vreenak and his wife have a home in the Ildius System, beyond that I don't really know." He sat down at his desk, taking a sip of the hot tea before leaning back in his chair. "Wasn't even invited to the wedding, so you can imagine what other information I'm privy to with regards to the old crew." Rick sat the mug down after another sip. "Still, I'd say that if you have that many from the old Eternity in one place chances are something is going to happen if it hasn't already."

The professor's brow furrowed as he leaned forward, hands slightly pressed to the arms of his chair as he adjusted in his seat. "I'm sure you're aware of why I left Starfleet R&D and my feelings towards Starfleet building another Eternity. Truth be told Henry I only stuck around to make sure that the Eternity we brought back was dismantled properly and disposed of knowing nothing good could come from it. So you can imagine my reaction when I heard from the higher ups that they were disregarding my suggestion and pushing on with it's development. I walked away..., obviously."

Rick leaned back in his chair, arms folding over his stomach, that familiar ache returning as he pressed forward in answer to Henry Okafor's question. "I'm not surprised that something happened with the Eternity. I am surprised however that your investigation points to Gerrick's old boat the Knife." Rick paused for a moment, noting Henry's attention at the name, the professor continued.

"Gerrick Delfornial, formally the Red King of the Syndicate. Yeah," Rick breathed as he rubbed at the stab wound that was not only just a scar but a reminder, "I've had dealings with him enough to know he's not a Vaaduwar to be trusted. He was brought over from the Delta Quadrant, part of the fleet of ships and refugees we towed back here six years ago. It's been officially stated that the Syndicate disbanded probably a year and a half later after the Eternity's return, but my money is that Gerrick and the rest are still very much banded. The Syndicate are like cockroaches. They scatter when the lights are on but the moment you turn it back off, they group together again." He rubbed at the wound again as if to stamp out the memory physically. "Gerrick was always partial to fringe space, sectors not rightly patrolled but generally an area he can have access to both sides of a conflict. He's a very manipulative creature, and generally doesn't come out of his hiding hole unless opportunity knocks or he's presented with someone he knows or had dealings with in the past. If he did steal the Eternity you're probably looking at finding him in the Ildius System or the Tylus System."

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:45 pm

Ambassador Talla Vreenak
Ilidus

Vreenak paused and looked back at Scott as he took stock of his own belongings. "Commander, you should avail yourself of the Hernandez's information on what is happening in this system. If the military supports what has happened I strongly doubt they will leave the Hernandez unaccosted much longer." What befell the ship would be telling. Would these usurpers attempt to destroy it, or merely demand it return to Federation territory? "If they can confirm where these renegades are, we will know where to focus our attention."

The Ambassador stepped up to one of the terminals and brought it to life. With a few taps he sent an encrypted message to various other strongholds to uncover more information about the remains of the previous government. The brief message in the transport confirmed some key personnel escaped capture or death. All the had to do was remove the occupying force and restore order. The muscles in Vreenak's jaw worked themselves over as he stared down at the screen awaiting a response.

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Re: S03Ep01 Paradox

Postby thepariaheffect » Thu Jan 15, 2015 12:13 pm

Commander Owen Scott
Ilidus


Thanks to the wonders of 24th Century miniaturization, you can fit quite a bit into a small, locked box.

The top layer of Owen's bag of tricks contained only a simple, black tube about the size of his thumb. With a brief twist of the top half, the device began to emit an almost-imperceptible hum - a countermeasure field intended to block out all visual surveillance devices. There wasn't a thing within the rest of the box that wasn't classified, and Owen didn't feel like giving even the friendlier Romulans a view of Starfleet's toys.

After checking on his tricorder that the field was in place, Owen lifted the black fabric that had settled over the rest of the box. There were two dozen rather innocuous looking bits and bobs within the case, none of which had any apparent function. He picked up four pieces, seemingly at random, and quickly began to assemble them into a rough, box-like shape. With a flick of his wrist, he also slid apart the back panel of his tricorder, revealing another small device. Placing it delicately in the center of the construct, he mumbled to himself as he activated a protocol on his tricorder and watched a set of small leads snake their way into the center of the device. After a few tense moments, a stream of data began to transmit over to his PADD.

"The Hernandez is still in system, but not in orbit. According to the logs from Ops, it was ordered out and warning shots were fired. Not the worst we could hope for, but not the best." Owen fidgeted a bit with the PADD, tapping in a few commands. "Listen...I have to offer this, and I know you're going to shoot me down, but I want you to consider this very carefully before you do. I'm not speaking here as your old crewmate, okay? This is me speaking directly as a representative of Starfleet and the Federation, to you as an Ambassador. I can get you off-world. Hell, if we can make contact, I can get as many of the members of the legitimate government off-world as you like. If the legitimate government of Ilidus is being overthrown by a hardline coup, the Federation will help you - as long as you ask for that help. You give the word, and we'll be on the Hernandez in fifteen minutes - but that's your call."

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