U.S.S. Luna
Stardate 10111.25

"The Shattering" Episode Two

Host FM_Selan says:
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= Resume Mission =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=

Host FM_Selan says:
ACTION: The Luna remains near Luna Negra while the TO & CEO are no where to be seen ...

Host FM_Selan says:
ACTION: ... however, that does not mean they no longer exist. Both come to consciousness to find themselves bound to chairs in what appears to be a modified Runabout.

Host CO_Merced says:
CTO: I want you to have a man with him at all times, no further than a meter from his body.  Understood.

Host CO_Merced says:
<CTO> ::nods:: Yes sir. ::moves to implement the orders::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::opens his eyes with a nice headache, looks around::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Standing to the side looking at a console::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Senses something, turns to see the Klingon has awoken. She smiles:: CEO: Rise and shine.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::says nothing::

Host CO_Merced says:
::heads to the bridge::

CNS_Luchena says:
::on the bridge wishing his headache would go away::

Host CO_Merced says:
::exits onto the bridge::

OPS_Thomason says:
::Standing beside the operations station on the bridge, avidly watching his readouts::

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Report Lieutenant.

CNS_Luchena says:
::wanders over to the tactical console and scans the area::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::looks to see Markham beside him:: TO: Markham?

TO_Markahm says:
@::Awakens near the CEO::

OPS_Thomason says:
::nods in the Captain's direction as he steps onto the bridge::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::tests whatever has him bound by struggling::

OPS_Thomason says:
::plucks at a few controls on his console and brings up a map of the sector on one of his screens::

FCO_Doole says:
::reaching out telepathically:: CO: I can sense the TO and CEO. They are very much alive.

TO_Markahm says:
@::growls as he finds himself bound to a chair::

CNS_Luchena says:
::still at tactical checking short-range scans::

Host CO_Merced says:
::smiles:: FCO: I appreciate your concern Lieutenant, but I was looking for a report on bridge status.

OPS_Thomason says:
::having just begun the second of two consecutive shifts on the bridge, works the kinks out of his neck and straightens in his chair::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Looks at the CEO::

Host Craven says:
@ CEO & TO: I'm going to go out on a limb and guess neither of you are going to tell me anything useful. Then again, if I actually needed information from you ... well, that would be a problem. Just having you here is ... ::Smiles and pats the TO on the head:: fun enough. ::Goes over to a nearby console and taps a button::

OPS_Thomason says:
::starts:: CO: Sir... we are being hailed.

CNS_Luchena says:
::tries to pinpoint the CEO and TO's biosignatures::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: On Screen.

Host CO_Merced says:
::turns to face the screen::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::looks at Craven, still keeps silent::

FCO_Doole says:
CO:Oh. Helm control stands ready

OPS_Thomason says:
::nods:: CO: Aye, sir.. on screen. ::slaps the appropriate keys::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Says nothing::

Host CO_Merced says:
::eyes the OPS officer 'slapping' keys doubtfully::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The smiling red-head human female appears on screen. The TO & CEO can be seen bound in the background.

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  Tactical sensors are not locating the CEO and TO's biosignatures.

TO_Markahm says:
@::Looks at the CEO::

CNS_Luchena says:
::looks up at the screen::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: All right, Starfleet officers. Here's the deal ... you have someone we want ... we have someone ... er, someone’s ... you want.

OPS_Thomason says:
::mumbles under his breath and smoothes his tunic with the back of his hand, his other never straying from his console::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: That much is known.

FCO_Doole says:
::still reaching out telepathically to locate the TO and CEO based on biosignatures, with no luck so far::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::relaxes seeing he is not coming out of the chair::

OPS_Thomason says:
::squints at the main viewscreen and cross-references the source of the transmission with their current position::

OPS_Thomason says:
::whispers:: CO: Triangulating...

OPS_Thomason says:
::winces in frustration at his inability to locate the source of the transmission:: CO: It's no good... whoever it is, they know what they're doing.

TO_Markahm says:
@::Tries to see if they found his small pocket knife::

Host CO_Merced says:
::trusting the bridge crew to do what they do best, focuses on the screen::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: We could simply just come over and take him from you, but that would be a lot of work ... ::Checks out her nails:: ... and I'm not in the mood for it.

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: So how about a trade?

OPS_Thomason says:
::eyebrow lifts at the mention of a "trade"::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: No.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::grins::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: Gee ... that was direct. You don't even know the man and you're sacrificing two of your own crew for him.

Host CO_Merced says:
::turns to walk back to his seat and sits down, relaxing into his chair::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Slowly shakes his head No....and whispers to the CEO:: CEO No Trade

CNS_Luchena says:
::trying to think of another way to track them down::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::looks at Markham, his look telling Markham to keep quiet::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Nods::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: If you know anything about Starfleet, and it is apparent you do ::gesturing vaguely at the apparent runabout interior in the background:: then you should know that we do not 'bargain' with terrorists.

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: And who said we were terrorists?

OPS_Thomason says:
::glances at the visual feed of the transmission on his screen and runs a quick visual examination of the area over the stranger's shoulder, looking for something he recognizes::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: You take two of my crew hostage, make threats against the rest of my crew and ship.  That, madam, in my mind, makes you a terrorist.

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Sir... it's a Starfleet runabout, that's for sure... but they've made some unusual modifications.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Sigh:: COM: Luna: Am I really going to have to threaten to shoot one of your crew ... so sorry, I mean, one of my "hostages"? I really do get tired of the melodrama ...

CNS_Luchena says:
::modifies short-range scans to search for Starfleet runabouts::

OPS_Thomason says:
::pipes whatever information he has through to the TAC consoles::

CNS_Luchena says:
::finds nothing::

CNS_Luchena says:
::goes through the data OPS sent::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Sits still and looks forward::

OPS_Thomason says:
::chews on the corner of his lip, settling for hunching over his console and punching at numerous keys on his console::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: Madam, you will do as you wish, I cannot stop you.  I am not here to trade threats or insults with someone who declines even the simple courtesy of an introduction.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::closes his eyes, preparing himself::

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: Boost the signal strength, and try sweeping for the runabout again.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Blinks:: COM: Luna: Oh ... I apologize. ::Makes a sweeping gesture as the screen zooms back to reveal her figure:: My name is Deborah Craven, Captain.

CNS_Luchena says:
::eyes the FCO wondering who made him boss::

OPS_Thomason says:
::smirks::

CNS_Luchena says:
::adjusts phase alignment of the sensors and tries again::

CNS_Luchena says:
::still finds nothing::

TO_Markahm says:
@:: Thinks to himself: Self It is a good day to die

FCO_Doole says:
~~~CNS: Nobody made me boss, it was just a suggestion.~~~

CNS_Luchena says:
::scans for Federation warp signatures to see if perhaps they have left the system::

OPS_Thomason says:
::brings the map of the sector back up and triangulates the position of the runabout again, compensating for the runabout's communications range::

Host CO_Merced says:
::smiles slightly with a nod of his head:: COMM: Craven: And I am Captain David Merced of the Starship Luna.  May I know who you align yourself with?

CNS_Luchena says:
::wishes the FCO had the courtesy to not read minds::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Brings a hand to her breast:: COM: Luna: I'm hurt, Captain. You really have no idea?

CNS_Luchena says:
::finds no Federation warp signatures other than the Luna's::

OPS_Thomason says:
::senses tension between the counselor and flight control officer and clears his throat:: FCO: Perhaps I could have your assistance with tracing the communication?

CNS_Luchena says:
::has a wild thought that perhaps the runabout is on board and does internal scans to check::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: ::sardonic smile:: Starfleet told me precious little.  'Need to know' and all that, you know.

FCO_Doole says:
::punches buttons:: OPS: Tracing signal.

CNS_Luchena says:
::adjusts tactical sensors to run tachyon scans::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: My leader likes to call us the 'New' Federation ... but I feel that the Storm has a greater effect.

CNS_Luchena says:
::grumbles with frustration::

TO_Markahm says:
@::Looks at the CEO::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: Your apparent love for theatrics is impressive. Tying us to chairs, presenting us to our Captain? Sounds like Maquis...Cardassian intelligence loves playing mind games...then again so do the Romulans...

OPS_Thomason says:
::exasperated:: FCO: I tried... either a) they're out of range, and have made extensive modifications to their communications system...

Host CO_Merced says:
::raises an eyebrow:: COMM: Craven: 'New Federation'?  What is that based upon?

CNS_Luchena says:
::runs short-range scans for impulse trails::

OPS_Thomason says:
::clears his throat again before continuing:: FCO: ...or b) they're somehow cloaking the signal.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Without looking away from the Luna's CO:: CEO: The Maquis are dead and buried, Mr. Jokeg.

OPS_Thomason says:
FCO: Considering the circumstances, I would lean towards the latter.

Host CO_Merced says:
::hears the Chief's observations and cannot help but agree::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: You'll find out soon enough.

FCO_Doole says:
OPS: Maybe out of range to a sensor, but not to a telepath

OPS_Thomason says:
::toys with the suggestion:: FCO: Possibly.

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: these people have not the guts to be Maquis

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: So I have heard, but then again, disease has a way of...resurfacing::cutting Craven a look::

CNS_Luchena says:
::interrupts::  FCO:  Even telepathy has geographical limits.

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: No recruiting speech?  I'm disappointed.  A chance to get what you are looking for without much effort on your part... Too bad.

CNS_Luchena says:
::goes back to scanning and wishing his headache would go away::

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: More like Romulan

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: Cowards

FCO_Doole says:
::concentrating on finding location of comm signal without breaking link to TO and CEO::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Rolls eyes:: CEO: I thought Starfleet Officers were intelligent? The Maquis have nothing to fight for ... the Spoon Heads have been driven back into their space, the colonies are freed.

OPS_Thomason says:
::glances at the counselor in his peripheral vision, tempted to ask whether he is okay, but fearing rebuff, returns to his console::

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: The entire "make her angry so she makes a mistake" tactic is well known, Captain. I believe they even have a course of it at the Academy.

OPS_Thomason says:
::watches the flight control officer with mild interest::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: You rebel scum are all the same, full of fire and vigor. But nothing more than a mosquito needing swatting.

Host CO_Merced says:
::checks off the Cardassians as a member of this 'New Federation', but points are added to the former maquis column::

Host Craven says:
@ CEO: Oooh ... testy. I like you.

Host CO_Merced says:
::shrugs::  COMM: Craven: I am not seeking to make you angry.  I am an explorer.  I seek information.  You have provided me with a chance to do just that, so I am exploring that.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::mumbles::Let me loose from this chair, let's see if you like me then...

Host Craven says:
@ COM: Luna: Anyway, Captain ... you have two options. Hand over the Doc. and get your officers back safe and sound. Or ... we take the Doc. and kill your officers.

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: They are Pah' Tagh'

OPS_Thomason says:
::returning to his console, attempts to screen out Craven's voice, concentrating solely on background noise::

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: No.

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven: I reject the options you have given, as I reject you.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Smiles:: COM: Luna: Too bad. ::Cuts comm.::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Channel is dead...

Host CO_Merced says:
::Sighs::  Bridge: Please tell me you got something?

CNS_Luchena says:
::sadly shakes his head::

OPS_Thomason says:
::closes the channel on their end and shakes his head in response to the captain's question::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: Well let's see you walk the walk.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Stretches for a moment, then looks around the back of the cabin:: CEO & TO: You guys get comfortable ... things are about to get bumpy. ::Brushes a hand against the CEO's face as she moves into the cockpit::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: With you driving...I don't doubt it.

CNS_Luchena says:
::still monitoring tactical sensors::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Red Alert.  CNS: Raise shields.

Host Craven says:
ACTION: Suddenly, a slick, black [and obviously modified] Runabout decloaks before the Luna.

Host CO_Merced says:
All: Prepare for an attack.

FCO_Doole says:
CO: No, and I can't lock on telepathically either.

CNS_Luchena says:
::raises shields::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Aye aye, sir. Red alert.

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Move us out of the system... slowly.

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  A runabout decloaking!

FCO_Doole says:
::moves ship::

OPS_Thomason says:
::adjusts his console and the lights on the bridge dim and red warning lights flicker on and off::

Host CO_Merced says:
::Turns to the screen:: CNS: On Screen.

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The Runabout moves along with the Luna, but does nothing.

FCO_Doole says:
CO: 1/4 impulse

CNS_Luchena says:
::puts the forward tactical image on screen::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: you going to take on a Nebula class ship with this crate?? Oh now this will be indeed funny.

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Configure for multiphasic shielding.

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: It is a good day to die

FCO_Doole says:
::watching Runabout::

OPS_Thomason says:
::nods and makes the corresponding adjustments::

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Can you get a tractor beam on the runabout?

CEO_Jokeg says:
@TO: You a religious person?

Host Craven says:
@ ::In the cockpit:: Dicon & PAF: They go to red alert yet?

CNS_Luchena says:
::engages tractor beam::

Host Craven says:
<Dicon> @ Craven: A minute and a half ago.

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: What do scans reveal?

Host Craven says:
ACTION: Tractor beam lashes out ... but can't seem to latch onto the Runabout, as if it were too slippery.

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  I can't lock the tractor beam onto them, Sir.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Lock down all terminals with command codes only, and enable security fields.

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Very little of any interest... runabout... modifications... nothing of real use.

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: I am half Klingon.  My passage to stovokor is assured if Luna destroys these scum

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::looks around for anything to use to cut himself loose::

CNS_Luchena says:
::locks down all terminals and enables security fields as ordered::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Any indication why the tractor beam is unable to lock on?

CEO_Jokeg says:
@TO: Good.

Host Craven says:
@ ::To self:: Probably running scared ...

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: I am detecting five life signs on the runabout, sir...

CNS_Luchena says:
::scans the runabout trying to find its weaknesses::

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: As I said sir ,it is a good day to die

Host Craven says:
<PAF> @ Craven: To be honest, so am I. That is a Nebula Class Starship. They could easily destroy us ...

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Bring us to half impulse.

Host Craven says:
@ PAF: Maybe. But they're Starfleet, not Klingons. We pose no physical threat to them, yet.

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: ...Our CEO, TO, one human, a bolian and an unidentified lifeform. ::read off like a shopping list::

FCO_Doole says:
CO: 1/2 impulse, aye. ::engages 1/2 impulse::

Host Craven says:
<Dicon> @ Craven: They're speeding up.

Host Craven says:
@ Dicon: Keep with them.

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The Luna's speed is matched by the Runabout.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: I am sorry to ask you this, but can you coordinate tactical?

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Anything on their shields?

FCO_Doole says:
CO: they’re matching course and speed
CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  I'm trying Sir, but it’s not my area of expertise.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Thank you Ensign.

CNS_Luchena says:
::continues scanning the runabout::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Running through things in her mind::

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Do you think you can disable them effectively without harming anyone inside?

OPS_Thomason says:
::leans over onto his console and punches up whatever information he can on the runabout's shields:: CO: Very interesting, sir...

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::sits back, relaxing and thinking::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: It's some new type of shield matrix... at least, nothing I've ever seen before.

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  If I could find their shield generator....

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: What is the Lieutenant?

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: That may explain why they are impervious to our tractor beams.

TO_Markahm says:
@::Tries to stretch and reach the CEO's bindings::

Host Craven says:
<PAF> @ ::Looks at Craven. Waiting for orders::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Can you help the Counselor on a plan to disable them?

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Indeed I can, sir. ::relays the results of his scans on the shields to the TAC station::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Stretches her arms ... comes to a decision:: PAF: Prepare to beam the Starfleet officers over to the Luna. Dicon: Plot a course home.

Host Craven says:
<PAF> @ ::Gives Craven a surprised look:: Craven: What?

OPS_Thomason says:
::gets up from his seat and moves to the science station parallel to his own customary console::

CNS_Luchena says:
::goes over the new data trying to determine a good place to hit them::

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: I would like you to try something I heard of in a recent briefing... It's called the Torres Skeletal Transporter lock.  Get our officers, and the others if possible.  Beam our officer to Sickbay, the others to the brig.

TO_Markahm says:
@::Feels the bindings that hold the CEO<Also feels his hand::

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  Sir, if we lower shields for a transport, isn't the Dr. at risk?

TO_Markahm says:
@::Looks at the CEO::

Host Craven says:
@ PAF: Our chance of capturing the Doctor was lost when they got him on Negra. Letting them get their hands on the Runabout or us wouldn't be beneficial to our plans. No would it?

OPS_Thomason says:
::indicates several locations on the schematic of the runabout:: CNS: As you can see, there are several places on the runabout where the corresponding energy output could match that of a modified shield generator.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Good thinking.

Host Craven says:
<PAF> @ ::Doesn't essentially agree ... but still::

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Put the Doctor in transporter stasis.

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  OPS has identified some possible targets on the runabout.

OPS_Thomason says:
::scratches his chin and peers intensely at the science station::

TO_Markahm says:
@:: Tries to untie the CEO's hands::

FCO_Doole says:
CO: I never did that maneuver before, but I do know about it. Here goes.

Host Craven says:
@ PAF & Dicon: On my word.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Hit them all as soon as the FCO reports he is ready.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::waits to see if Markham can untie the knot::

CNS_Luchena says:
::targets what he hopes are the shield generators and waits::

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: Let's do it, on my mark.

TO_Markahm says:
@:: Begins to loosen the knot that binds the CEO::

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: 3.....

OPS_Thomason says:
::shakes his head:: CO: Still nothing definitive, Captain...

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  Phasers targeted Sir.

FCO_Doole says:
CNS:2.......

Host Craven says:
@ ::Walks into the back cabin:: CEO & TO: You guys ready to go home?

FCO_Doole says:
CNS:1......

Host Craven says:
<PAF> @ Dicon: They're about to fire ...

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: Mark.

Host Craven says:
<Dicon> @ PAF: ... this should be fun.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: You just going to send us back?

CNS_Luchena says:
FCO: Did you put the Doctor in transporter statis?

TO_Markahm says:
@Craven: Are you ?

OPS_Thomason says:
::swallows and waits for the onslaught of weapons fire that is inevitably going to come::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Leans against a bulkhead and smiles:: CEO & TO: Yep.

CNS_Luchena says:
::fires phasers at two possible locations of the shield generator::

FCO_Doole says:
::puts doc in Transporter statis::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The Luna opens fire on the Runabout which shakes violently.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: Why do I sense there is a catch to this?

Host Craven says:
@ ::Is thrown from the bulkhead to the ground:: OOF!

OPS_Thomason says:
::watches as the Luna's phasers rake at the shields of the runabout::

CNS_Luchena says:
::scans for damage to the runabout::

Host Craven says:
<Dicon> @ ::Initiates evasive maneuvers::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@Craven: End game...

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Transport now.

TO_Markahm says:
@::As the runabout rocks the knot is loosened on the CEO's hand bindings::

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  I can't tell if their shields have been damaged.  Fire again?

Host Craven says:
@ ::Grumbles and begins to get up::

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Yes, disable them.

FCO_Doole says:
::matches the runabout evasive maneuver for maneuver. ::executes transport::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::pulls his hand loose, quickly untying himself::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: No transport happens.

OPS_Thomason says:
::monitors the status of the runabout's shields from his birds-eye-view of the bridge at the aft science stations::

CNS_Luchena says:
::fires again::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The Runabout avoids the next barrage of weapons fire. It performs a barrel roll, and comes up under the Luna ... and then around.

FCO_Doole says:
::tries to establish a better lock::

FCO_Doole says:
::matches the runabout evasive maneuver for maneuver.

CNS_Luchena says:
::re-establishes targeting::

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Hit a nacelle.

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The smaller, and more lithe Runabout out-maneuvers the bulkier Nebula.

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: We have to disable the shields for me to get a lock

CNS_Luchena says:
::nods and attempts to target left nacelle::

OPS_Thomason says:
::grips his station as the Luna does a barrel roll, futilely attempting to follow the smaller, more nimble runabout::

TO_Markahm says:
@CEO: Sounds like they hit a Nacelle

Host Craven says:
@ ::Gets up:: At least I didn't tear my shirt again ...

CNS_Luchena says:
::fires at nacelle::

OPS_Thomason says:
::mutters something under his breath::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::comes out of his chair, punching Craven square in the nose::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The Runabout's nacelle is hit. No apparent damage.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Is hit in the nose:: Ow!

CNS_Luchena says:
::fires again::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Blood comes out. She falls back holding her nose::

CEO_Jokeg says:
@::grabs her, putting her in a strangle hold::

Host CO_Merced says:
::wishes the FCO would remember that the Luna has weapons on all points of the ship, and does not need to maneuver like a shuttle to remain oriented to fire::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Chokes ... and then ...::

OPS_Thomason says:
::imagines their crewmembers, as well as Craven, being bounced about as their ship is buffeted by the Luna's weapon fire::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: Both the CEO & TO are beamed through the shields of the Runabout, and through the shields of the Luna. They appear on the ship's bridge.

CNS_Luchena says:
::fires again::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::looks around, cursing::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: A moment later, the Runabout cloaks ... the weapons fire hitting open space.

TO_Markahm says:
:: EEEEEEEERRRRRRRRr::

CNS_Luchena says:
::then notices the CEO and TO on the bridge::

Host CO_Merced says:
::Raises an eyebrow::

OPS_Thomason says:
::glances at his console, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth:: CO: I don't know how... but we have them, sir.

Host CO_Merced says:
::sighs::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::is throwing one heck of a fit::

TO_Markahm says:
CEO: Chief would you please untie me

Host CO_Merced says:
CEO: Welcome back Commander.

OPS_Thomason says:
::gapes at his console, wondering exactly how the two of them were beamed through the shields of both ships::

CEO_Jokeg says:
CO: Thank you sir.

CNS_Luchena says:
::focuses tactical sensors on the last known position of the runabout, hoping to get some information about their cloaking system::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::unties Markham::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Sir... we are being hailed again.

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Do we still have them?

TO_Markahm says:
CEO: Thank you sir

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  No sir.  They've vanished from sensors.

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: If it's from her, ignore it.

TO_Markahm says:
::Runs to tactical::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Tell her I'm in the shower or something.

CEO_Jokeg says:
::looks at the viewscreen shaking his head::

CNS_Luchena says:
::leaves the tactical station gratefully::

Host Craven says:
ACTION: The comm. frequency seemingly opens on it's own.

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: I cannot determine the exact source of the communication... ::fingers hovers over the button to open the channel::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: I didn't do it!

Host CO_Merced says:
::sighs::

TO_Markahm says:
::Tries to target the runabout::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: I believe you lieutenant.

OPS_Thomason says:
::nods and exhales deeply::

CNS_Luchena says:
::moves over to a science station and starts putting all the data from this encounter into some sort of order::

Host CO_Merced says:
CEO: When you have a  moment I want o debrief you in my ready room.

Host Craven says:
@ ::Wiping away the blood:: COM: Luna: Well that was mean. I was going to just go ahead and hand them back, but nooo you guys have to just open up with your weapons. What ever happened to diplomacy?

CEO_Jokeg says:
CO: Aye sir.

OPS_Thomason says:
Self: Craven has more cards up her sleeve than a crooked card player.

OPS_Thomason says:
::mutters again::

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Let's leave this system.  Warp six.

CEO_Jokeg says:
@COM: Craven: Be fortunate that is all I did to you...

FCO_Doole says:
CO: Heading?

Host CO_Merced says:
COMM: Craven:  I told you.  We don't negotiate with terrorists.

TO_Markahm says:
Self: Pah' Tagh'

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: Starbase 327

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Close the channel.

OPS_Thomason says:
::drifts back to his console and closes the channel::

Host Craven says:
@ ::Smiles:: COM: Luna: Oh Jokeg ... I enjoy a Klingon mating ritual as much as the next girl. ::Looks at the Captain:: Indeed you don't ... don't worry though, we'll pay you back in spades. Be seein' you. ::Cuts comm.::

FCO_Doole says:
CO: Starbase 327. Warp 6. We're outta here. ::engages warp::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::shakes his head, looking at Merced::CO: Women...

Host CO_Merced says:
::sighs::  Self: Just what I need, another woman out to get me.

OPS_Thomason says:
::grits his teeth, bemused by Craven's gloating superiority::

TO_Markahm says:
::Growls::

OPS_Thomason says:
::watches as the stars meld together to become lines as the Luna enters warp::

FCO_Doole says:
::sighs::

Host CO_Merced says:
OPS: Contact Starfleet.  Let them know we have the doctor and are heading back.

Host FM_Selan says:
ACTION: The Luna enters into warp for the designated Starbase.

CEO_Jokeg says:
::heads to the RR::

CNS_Luchena says:
::analyzing the data::

Host CO_Merced says:
CNS: Good job Ensign.  Thank you for filling in.

TO_Markahm says:
:: Shows his anger::

OPS_Thomason says:
CO: Aye, sir. ::sits down at his station and transmits the message according to the captain's orders::

CNS_Luchena says:
CO:  I'm certainly getting varied experience on this ship

Host CO_Merced says:
FCO: You have the bridge.

FCO_Doole says:
CO: Yes, Sir.

Host CO_Merced says:
::heads to the ready room:: CEO: Thank you for your time.

Host CO_Merced says:
CEO: How are you doing?

CEO_Jokeg says:
CO: Thank you for getting us back.

CEO_Jokeg says:
CO: About as good as a Klingon can be for being held prisoner.

Host CO_Merced says:
::a smile flits across his face:: CEO: I am sorry about that.  Damn glad to have you back though.

CEO_Jokeg says:
CO: It was my fault for being captured, I lowered my guard at the wrong time.

CNS_Luchena says:
::wonders if they've fixed the whole in the wall in his quarters yet, as he is ready for a  nap::

CNS_Luchena says:
::tags the tactical data as priority for the CSO and logs off the science terminal::

Host CO_Merced says:
::shrugs off his self-effacement:: CEO: I just got this today... ::tosses a PADD to the CEO::

OPS_Thomason says:
FCO: Sir? Red alert...?

CEO_Jokeg says:
::takes the PADD, reading it::

FCO_Doole says:
OPS: Stand down from Red Alert

OPS_Thomason says:
::returns the ship to standard alert level green::

CNS_Luchena says:
FCO:  Permission to leave the bridge.

OPS_Thomason says:
FCO: Aye sir, standing down red alert.

CEO_Jokeg says:
::sighs upon reading::CO: Unfortunate...

Host FM_Selan says:
ACTION: The Luna stands down from Red Alert.

FCO_Doole says:
CNS: Permission granted. I'll call you if you’re needed.

OPS_Thomason says:
::blinks as the dimmed lights return to their normal level and the blinking red lights shut off::

CNS_Luchena says:
::enters TL::

Host CO_Merced says:
CEO: It seems I am in need of an XO once more.  ::pauses::  I offered it to you once before, and you said no... ::pauses again, this time looking at Jokeg in the eyes:: I don't think I want to ask again if I don't know you will say yes.

FCO_Doole says:
::sits in command chair, enjoying the ride home::

OPS_Thomason says:
::glances at the chronometer on his console:: Self: Another day, another shift

CNS_Luchena says:
::exits TL and heads to quarters::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::looks up at the Captain::CO: You never know...::grins::

OPS_Thomason says:
::allows himself to relax just a little and eases back in his chair::

Host CO_Merced says:
::softly smiles:: CEO:  I would have you as my XO, if you would accept.  Do you?

CNS_Luchena says:
::enters his quarters and flops onto his bed lacking the energy to change clothes::

CEO_Jokeg says:
::stands looking at the Captain::CO: I accept.

TO_Markahm says:
::Runs a diagnostic on the Tactical comm panel::

Host FM_Selan says:
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= End Mission =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=