Patrolling the Frontier - Mission 16 - 10912.08

Summary:  15hrs 15minutes remain as the count down continues on the Lothian planets.  The Command Staff of the Claymore completed their meeting and have a plan of attack to get Doctor Welland to the Central Hall.

<SMDrew>	************** Resume Mission *******************

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::on the bridge at tactical, not looking forward to what may or may not happen on Lothian Prime once the away team is sent down::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Sitting in his quarters, reviewing notes while sipping some water::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Standing at the bridge's Engineering console, looking over the display board::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Back in sickbay, having..."briefed" "her" staff, and is now at her station, preparing her "medkits"::

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Nearby Raeyld, working at a tray to put some other medkits together...glances her way every few moments::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: At her station, reviewing the intel data with Archimedes::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::in the flightbay looking at ways to boost power to the shields of the secondary craft::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Plot us a course for the area between Lothian Minor and Lothian Prime.  ::turns to Fong::  OPS: As we approach the planets open all hailing frequencies.  I'll wish to speak with the Lothian senates before we begin our operations.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::in the Conference Room, flanked by K'han and Oley, all three staring at the active console in front of them::

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Rings the door chime to Welland's quarters::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Takes a deep breath, her kit finished, and turns to van Kampen:: WO: Ready?   ::Gives a mixed bit of a smile, but sincerely assured by van Kampen's presence::

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  Aye Captain plotting a course.  ::Taps a few buttons as his hands move quickly across the helm station.::  CO:  Captain course laid in sir.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::for the first time in a while, an expression of true concern fills his face, his lips tight and expressionless and his eyes slightly squinting at the display, more out of concentration than lack of vision::

<WO_van Kampen> ::Smiles reassuringly::  MO:  Ready?  Looking forward to it.  ::Closes up his medkit and picks up his hand phaser, adjusting the settings appropriately and putting it on his hip::

<PC_SSgt_Oley> XO: Is this all we know?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Doesn't look up from his PADD::  Door:  Come in, please.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Accompanies van Kampen out of sickbay, and into the turbolift, exiting onto the bridge in a respectable 34 seconds, flat.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::shrugs::  PC: It's all I know, Staff Sergeant. I suppose we could go to the source, here.

<OPS_Kendle> ::at the bridge Operations station:: CO: Yes ma'am.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::his lips mold into a frown now, his confusion obvious::  XO: Sir?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Approaches Captain T'Shara, without having to worry about van Kampen:: CO: Captain. ::Nods::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::hits his comm badge::  *MO*: Commander Raeyld, report to the Conference Room please.

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Enters Welland's quarters::  CMO:  Sir.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	SO:  Not much more we can do until we get closer.  Go ahead and take a break.  Things will probably be flying soon enough.

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::shifts his weight, unwilling to venture much of an opinion on their plan of action with so little information available::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Looks up, finally, and smiles::  Sokov:  Sokov.  Didn't expect to see you.  ::Rises from his chair::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Raises a breath to continue, but breaks off with a smile, if somewhat weak, as her comm badge chimes:: CO: --I thought I'd find Commander Davis, to see if there's any further information I can help him with.

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Nods once, respectfully::  CMO:  I came to ensure that Doctor Raeyld had spoken with you about the surroundings you are likely to encounter upon arriving on the planet.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::eyes Raeyld a little suspiciously, watching the Captain now for her reaction, such as it will be coming from a plain, boring Vulcan::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: Take us to yellow alert.  ::taps a button on the armrest.::  *XO*: Commander Davis we are going to begin our approach to the Lothian planets.  I'll inform you once we're in transporter range.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Makes her excuses to the Captain with another nod, and reaches the Conference Room in another 10 seconds, without bothering to comm back, and enters, seeing Oley, Davis, and K'han::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Very well.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Acknowledged.  Engage full impulse.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: ETA?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::nods and signals yellow alert, the computer raising the shields upon doing so::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Gestures faintly for van Kampen to join her in the Conference Room, then continues forward, approaching Davis:: XO: Commander?  ::Nods a sort of "salute," and tilts her head::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods and before she can answer Raeyld, she watches as she makes her leave::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::watches Raeyld enter, wishing he had a spare moment or two for casual conversation, rather than two seconds to pick her brain before potentially heading directly into war::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Purses his lips::  Sokov:  I... ::Sighs heavily::  ...Yes...I think I've gone over things...probably too often.  ::Brushes a few wrinkles out of his tunic, which is a standard dull Lothian outfit, only with his comm badge attached::

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Adjusts the medkit strap on his shoulder, merely standing nearby at a respectful attention::

<aFCO_Dalton> CO: Full impulse Captain.  ::Increases the Claymore's velocity to full impulse and uses the maneuvering thrusters to place the ship on course.::  CO:  Captain it will take 15 minutes to get between both planets.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Watches the interactions and exchanges of etiquette on the bridge with the Lothians::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO: Commander, can you tell us anything about the landing site? Any intelligence for Mr. Oley here and his marines?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Understood.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::begins preparing the phaser arrays for point-defense mode and the photon torpedoes on stand-by::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods briefly:: XO: Certain.   ::Steps up to a nearby console, tapping through a series of commands to patch the holoprogram in, adjusting it to the "updated" version, then turns slightly, addressing Oley, although her most "briefing" tone clearly includes the others::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Nods again, understanding the human tendency to over-prepare, usually from anxiety::  CMO:  Also, it seemed as though it would help your state to reassure you that Sickbay has been tended with great care by Doctor Raeyld, lest the matter of the welfare of the Claymore's sickbay weigh upon you any more heavily than it ought.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::watches her access the computer, entirely focused on whatever she is about to say or do; given that it may save his life, he feels it important to say the least::

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The Monastery comes up on the view screen in front of Commander Davis.  Overlaid with the latest scans from the recon team.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Walks over near Commander Hull to go over some things from the meeting::  CEO: Commander I would like you to work with Ensign Fong on a way to have the fighters and bombers be able to use their shields to encompass ours while we take a portion of ours down to beam the teams down to the surface.  That way if need be we have backup to the ship.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: The Monastery is a brick and stone building, originally approximately 170 square meters in area. It is surrounded for approximately ten-meter radius by landscaping, followed by barren, long-ago war-torn land. ::Adjusts the view slightly to swing around the perimeter of the property, the overlay showing the more recent destruction::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Aye Captain, get to work on it immediately

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: Also, I would like Ensign Secord along with Ensign Fong again to work on making sure that the necessary medical supplies and equipment are beamed down to the monastery once we have arrived.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::doesn't even think to question how she received this information::  MO: Are there mines or anything in that radius that we need to be concerned about?

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  CMO:  You have more important things with which to concern yourself, and sickbay should not count among them at this time.  ::Folds his hands behind his back::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Yes Captain, they will begin beaming once we are at stable orbit

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Sighs again, but this time with a very small measure of relief::  Sokov:  Thank you, Doctor.  I appreciate the effort on your part to...  ::Looks at him a moment, as awkward as he's felt in a long time::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::studies the data on the view screen quickly, pretending to do it quickly as if the message were about to self-destruct in 5 seconds::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods::  CEO: Let me know if you have any problems Commander.  Hopefully we won't need it and our first plan will work but if not I want to be ready.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: There are no threats within the perimeter, although some may be found beyond it. There is little shelter there, limited mostly to craters and debris from prior bombings. The building...  ::Her voice wavers only the slightest bit, not really noticeable::..has been mostly destroyed, but the foundation remains.

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::After a beat, raises his right hand, and pressing his fingers together, then divides them between the middle and ring fingers::  CMO:  Live long, and prosper, Prime Minister.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Aye, I'll give it my utmost attention, rest assured!

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: I have no doubt that you will Commander.  ::a partial smile as she turns to walk back to her chair::

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han> ::gestures towards the edge of the pictured radius on the screen::  MO/XO/PC: It's vital that you send forward observers into this area and see what's what. At least establish a minimal presence there just in case you run into company. Tricorders will help, and all, but nothing beats people and weapons.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Captain, are you still intent on leading the away team when the operation commences?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: You will find, surrounding the building, a multitude of corpses. These are not due to deaths within the boundary, but were rather brought there by Lothians, as the Monastery itself is a sacred place to bring the dead for burial. People have continued, despite the monks’ apparent absence.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Manages a small, touched smile, then returns the Vulcan salute::  aMO:  Live long and prosper, Mister Sokov.  ::Lingers there a moment, then tilts his head toward the door and relaxes::  You're with me.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::turns and pulls the data from the recon team on the findings of the planet survey::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  XO/MO: And we are not to enter the monastery itself, correct?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Turns the lights off on his way out, not looking back, as Sokov follows him into Sickbay::  Sokov:  Could you do me a favor?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods once, firmly, but glances to Davis:: Oley/XO: To my understanding, Marines will be securing the perimeter, but only a select team will be permitted within.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: If need be Commander.  If we meet any resistance from the Lothian's once we enter orbit target to disable.

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Trails Welland into the chief medical officer's office, where the Prime Minister picks up his medkit, and stands there a moment, noncommittal::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO/PC: That's fine with me. I don't want to mess around with any sacred structures, but I don't want to have a platoon of marines just hanging around the outside necessarily.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	*XO* Fong to Davis

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	Sokov:  If I don't return, I'd like you to see to two things.  ::Exits the office again, and subsequently the sickbay::  Firstly...

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: I was once in your position, wanting to escape the chair when the opportunity presented itself, but captain, this may likely be like no other engagement many of us have ever faced. There's too many unknowns to risk your life for this.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	PC/MO/SOO: Anything else?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley/XO/K'han: Keep in mind that the Lothians have incredibly strong religious and ceremonial traditions and values. It's the only way this structure has remained protected, standing for nearly a thousand years. But its current state clearly speak that such things are falling to the wayside. Individuals might not attack within, but bombs from above, etc...Or the system that's in orbit now... It's certainly no longer safe.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO: Hopefully, we won't be there for that long. I'd rather not stay anywhere on the surface for a long period of time.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	PC: Assemble your men in the transporter rooms, as previously designated.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	Sokov:  ...I would like you to see to it that Johnny gets my easy chair.  It's very comfortable...I'm sure he'd appreciate it.  If he won't take it...give it to Commander Davis.  If he won't, give it to the Master Chief, and if he won't, give it to Kizlev.  If even he won't... ::Enters the turbolift, shrugging::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	Sokov:  Pick someone and shove it off on them.  Secondly....

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods, and steps back slightly, waiting until she's formally dismissed::

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Nods once, taking down notes on a PADD::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::nods::  XO: Aye, sir.  *Marines*: Oley to Marine Detachment, muster in predetermined transporter sites with all equipment immediately.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	SOO: Carry on, Commander.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: It is not a question of escaping the chair Commander and I am aware of Starfleet procedures.  But, if my presence is needed on the planet I will place myself at risk just as I've asked my crew to face such risks.

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::spins around and heads back towards the Bridge::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Logs out of the Engineering console, and heads over to OPS::  OPS:  Mr. Fong, I'll be in the conference room ::points over to the right:: when you have a free moment, let's go over the data on Lothian, see if we can come up with some tricks for the ship's defense should we need it

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO: Commander, I'd like you to accompany us. You're the closest thing we have to first-hand knowledge.

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  Captain five minutes to the Lothian planets.  We should be well within their sensor rang now.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	Turbolift:  Bridge.  Sokov:  Secondly, my straw hat is in a box on the top shelf in my closet.  I'd like you to give it to Raeyld.  ::Adjusts his medkit on his shoulder::  I hear she's lost a hat of some value... ::Smiles wryly::  ...she might appreciate it.  ::Nods::  That's all.

<OPS_Kendle> ::Looks at Hull:: CEO: Excuse me sir, but Ensign Fong is in flight operations.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: After a moment, pushes back away from her station, leaning her head back to look up at the ceiling.::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Draws a deep breath, and nods:: XO: I'd like to bring Mr. van Kampen as assistance, if it won't disrupt your plans.  ::Indicates her "battle" medic, behind::

<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  CMO:  Duly noted.  ::Motions forward as the doors swish open onto the bridge::

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Remains at attention, awaiting word::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO: That's fine.  ::heads immediately for the door, his usually semi-sorta-propensity towards courtesy replaced by intense focus and worry::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::he knows the decision has already been made, and that any argument against it would be futile:: CO: I will cover you with all I've got then, sir.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Acknowledged.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::re-enters the Bridge::  *OPS*: Sorry for the delay, Ensign. What's up?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Rubs his eyes::  Oh! ::coughs:: Sorry Mr. Kendle, has anyone told you that you bear a striking resemblance to Mr. Fong ::smiles::  Very well, carry on!  ::turns and heads towards the conference room ::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::wondering quietly why he didn't think of the simple answer earlier:: *XO* Commander, why don't we just keep the shields up for the beam out sir?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: I know you will Commander.  ::moves closer to Tactical::  Are you picking up any Lothian movement or any signs that indicate they know we are here?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Proceeds onto the bridge, and sees Davis emerge from the briefing room::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*Shipwide*: All hands we are 5 minutes out from the Lothian planets.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*OPS*: Mr. Fong, if you can transport us through the shields without scrambling my body parts across this sector of the galaxy, I'd be more than happy.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: With our shields up, it is only a matter of time before one of those fighters detects us. It could be any second now.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::enters the Turbolift, having left just ahead of Davis, and orders it below deck::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: With a sigh she leans back forward and keys in the short-range sensors::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Sees Oley pass by, but figures now probably isn't a good time to speak to him::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	*XO* Yes sir, I can.  The issue is not beaming out of a shielded ship, but beaming onto a ship whose shield frequency we do not know...sir.  It is quite simple, and I apologize for not thinking of it earlier, commander.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::undoes the few changes he managed to get done on to the shuttle he was working on and heads for the turbolift while he is talking::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::turns and heads for the TL to meet with Mr. Fong in Flight Ops::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*OPS*: As do I. We'll make a deal..you handle the technical end since I am semi-retired from engineering and operations, and I'll handle the not getting all of us killed part.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::As she watches the last of the others depart, she turns to van Kampen, her frame noticeably relaxing a bit with the "brass" gone, but still tense:: van Kampen: I need your help with something...  ::Too focused-yet-drifted to think of how much better she seems to get along with van Kampen, than nearly anyone else::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::spots a horde of them coming right now:: CO: And here they come...2,000 fighters just broke off from an engagement and are on intercept course with us.

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Quietly::  MO:  What can I do for you, Ma'am?  ::Shuffles a little closer::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO: Commander, if it's all the same with you, I wouldn't mind your expertise on the surface, so long as you have someone capable of getting the job done here.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	*XO* Aye sir.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: sits up straighter::  XO:  Commander...

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::looks at the console in front of Kizlev::  CTO: Take us to red alert.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::motions to Matthews to head to the turbolift::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  There are several large-scale battles forming around the capital city of Lothian prime.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::activates red alert:: CO: I was just about to ask who would be in command, but that may not matter now. Shall I target the incoming fighters?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: taps a few keys::  XO:  Ground based planet-to-planet missile systems are open and ready for launch on both worlds.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  2,000 fighters swarm over the Claymore just meters above the shields.  From inside the Claymore the roar of thrusters can be heard.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods as she notices the CMO out of the corner of her eye::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::heads for the Turbolift, holding it up and waiting for Davis and whoever else he brings::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	van Kampen: I...I think you know me - or at least, understand me - better than anyone else on this ship. Just...don't let me do anything I wouldn't do.  ::Smiles a bit ironically, despite the gravity of her request::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Looks up as she hears the sound of the thrusters over head.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::at that announcement, he decides he's not waiting around any longer, and enters the Turbolift quickly::  Turbolift: Transporter Room 

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Stops in his footsteps hearing the order to go to red alert, heads back to the Engineering Console::

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Smiles broadly::  MO:  You've got it, Commander.  ::Would punch her in the shoulder, if he didn't think it'd knock her to the deck plating::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	Turbolift: And make it quick, too.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO:  Begin acquiring target locks.  But, do not fire unless fired upon.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::steps off the turbolift and winces as the bridge speakers reproduce the sounds of the fighters that heads for the operations console::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Looks up at the commotion::  Kendle:  Begin broadcasting on all frequencies.  I need to talk to them.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: We're being scanned by the lead wings. They're attempting to divide their formations to surround us.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Can't help but smile more freely for a moment, then quickly secures a more professional demeanor, and leads their way out of the Conference Room, across the Bridge, into the Turbolift, and orders the Transporter Room, using her medical clearance to order it Express::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: sits quietly, listening for what is to come next::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::nods at the CMO than taps Kendle on the shoulder and takes his seat:: Captain: Incoming message from Lothian Prime ma'am.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::slaps Davis on the back::  XO: For a change, Commander, you'll be getting us killed with soil beneath our feet!

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Have evasive maneuvers on standby but do not alter course.  We need to make it to Lothian Prime.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::ignores him, bolting out of the doors as soon as they open, with Matthews pursuing quickly::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO/CSO: Can we tell from their scans how much information they are getting?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	OPS: Put it through on the main viewer Ensign.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::As the turbolift doors open, she quickly strides out, getting her bearings, then makes her way to the Transporter Room::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Looks up at the main view screen::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	:;enters the Transporter Room, greeted by Oley, who has extra phaser rifles waiting for them::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::feeds the incoming message from Lothian Prime to the main view screen::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Walks down into the command area, waiting somewhat anxiously::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CMO: If you could be more specific regarding the 'them' you would like to speak to I would be happy to comply sir.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::grabs the rifle and steps up on to the transporter pad::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	Monitoring ship's power, weapons and shields::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Enters the Transporter Room, accompanied by van Kampen, and looks to Davis and Oley::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::grasps the rifle hard by the barrel, a popping sound made as he does it; he joins Davis and Oley on the pad::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::while he is monitoring the comm channel to prevent signal degradation:: CO: Channel Open ma'am.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	PC: Are your men ready, Staff Sergeant?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  Given their technology, they probably got everything but your kitchen sink.  They at least know what we are able to do both offensively and defensively.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  XO: Let's get some, Commander.  ::smiles slightly::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	PC: You may get your wish.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	OPS:  I had been referring to the fighter craft, but we'll see what they have to say, first.... ::Motions to the viewer, which hasn't activated yet, but the sentiment remains::

<Lothian_Prime_Senate> COM:  Incoming Vessel: You are not welcome here any attempt to push further in will result in your immediate destruction.  There will be no further warnings.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Nods, leaving the tactical console she walks down closer to the viewer::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	MO: Let's go, Commander!  ::gestures to the pad::

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  Captain 2 minutes to Lothian Prime.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Davis to T'Shara...we're ready to roll

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Glances momentarily to van Kampen out of the corner of her eye, then gently swoops two phaser rifles up, tossing one to Van Kampen, as she cradles the second as casually as a virtuoso their instrument, and steps up onto the pad with the others::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Captain, weapons are ready, shields at maximum

<WO_van Kampen>  ::Catches the rifle, pops the config panel, quickly setting it for his personal preferences, and locks it::  MO:  Good to go, Ma'am.  ::Hops onto the pad::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Lothian Prime Senate: This is Captain T'Shara of the USS Claymore we have been sent here as a direct request of your government to begin the negotiation of peace between the Lothian's worlds.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::verifies that they are still outside of transporter range, than synchronizes the transporter system to the shield's frequency::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::the computer has definite locks on at least 100 fighters, and can make additional locks on 100 more every two seconds::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Maintain heading.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::stares forward, memories of the parade deck returning to him; he doesn't know how long it's been since he's led men into battle, and although he doesn't show it he's at least a little worried that they've all grown soft in the lag time::

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  Aye Captain

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::checks the shipboard power settings, and prepares to shift power where necessary::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: Noted.  Are we ready to go with the shielding if we begin transporting Commander?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Captain, Lothian Prime's orbital platforms are adjusting to come to bear on our position.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::leans over towards Raeyld::  MO: That there rifle doesn't weigh more than you, does it ma'am?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Aye, immediately

<aFCO_Dalton> CO: Captain we are approaching Lothian Prime shall I try to place the Claymore in orbit?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: As we had thought might happen.  Can you disable them?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::coughs quietly into his hand::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: Understood.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::returns to the Bridge, taking his usual seat at Mission Operations::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Do not place us in orbit.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Transferring shield control to the transporter chief::  CO:  Transporter will incorporate shield control as part of the transport cycle, should only be down for 3.7 seconds Captain

<CO_Capt_TShara>	OPS: Are we within range to begin beam down?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	OPS/CSO: We're going to need more power to the targeting sensors. 2,000 more fighters are on approach. CO: I can, but the moment we do, expect the view screen to be filled with enemy fire. There's no telling how long we'll last.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*XO*: T'Shara to Davis...  Standby Commander.  We are checking our range.  At present the platforms are locking onto our position.

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::takes up a position next to Kizlev, activating another of the consoles and bringing up a schematic of incoming craft::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::Clears his throat rather loudly in the CEO's direction::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: Understood.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Acknowledged.  ::inhales, slowly letting the breath back out.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Weapons platforms around Lothian Prime instantly bring weapons online.  Disruptor fire alone with missile systems begin to fire on the Claymore with shear brute force.  Seconds later 4000 fighters begin to attack the Claymore...

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::glances at K'han is doing, then tries to push the computer to add more targets to the firing queue::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  Pity we do not have enough nock out gas to deal with the entire planet.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Despite the situation, a hint of a smile twitches at the corner of her lips, although she remains facing forward in standard "Waiting dumbly for the transport chief to get things going"-stand:: MCPO: It may well, Master Chief.  But I was never one to let a little thing like size get in the way.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::chuckles::  MO: It really does matter after all!

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: mutters under her breath::  not good... not good...

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	ALL: Incoming fire!

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::catches herself on her seat from the weapons fire.::  CTO: Return fire.  aFCO: Begin evasives.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Informs science to shut down all systems and follow procedures to assist medical and engineering where needed.::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Looks over his shoulder to Sokov, who immediately departs for Sickbay via the turbolift::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::shifts power to targeting sensors for the CTO than shifts auxiliary power support to the shields::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::braces himself, his fears of the worst possible scenario coming true::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*XO*: Commander we're taking heavy fire from the Lothian's we're going to try and clear some of the fighters and we will begin beaming down.

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  ::surveys the schematic quickly::  CTO: The tactical readout of their flight craft weapons suggests that dipping into the atmosphere might inhibit some of their firepower.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CEO: Sir, with all due respect, there is no reason to drop the shields.  Simply calibrate the transporter beam out to match shield frequency.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Acknowledged. We'll stand by.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Forward shields down to 70%. Firing phasers on target fighters. We need to get closer to the platforms to fire torpedoes.

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  Aye Captain evasive maneuvers.  ::Enters pattern Delta 3 Delta and beings the forward shields out of the direct fire path.::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::As the extra "heft" of the phaser rifle helps her keep her feet a bit more steady, she continues to gaze absently forward....this is beginning to exceed the socially acceptable "Standing dumbly on the transporter pad, waiting for beam out"-time, and is entering the "Hanging around awkwardly on the transporter pad while nothing happens"-phase::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	<"tactical readout of their flight craft weapons" in SOO's last>

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	SOO: How far into the atmosphere, commander? This ship is not designed for such operations.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Idly scratches an eyebrow::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  Captain... planetary launch detected from Lothian Prime.  And w are their target.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::pins the rifle between his arm and his torso; his left hand is along his side, his index finger tapping his leg nervously::
<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Looks over at Mr. Fong::  Himself:  Why not?  ::matches the shielding to the transporter frequency::  

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CO:  Transporter ready Captain, without having to drop the shields thanks to Mr. Fong

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han> ::continues analyzing the readouts::  CTO: I realize that, Commander, but neither are theirs. And our ship isn't a piece of junk...::feels the thump of weapons fire::...yet.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Captain, did you get that? Taking the ship down into the atmosphere?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CEO: Excellent.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: We will maintain our current position Commander.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Fighters continue to pepper the Claymore's shields with disruptor fire.  Shields drop quickly as 4000 fighters work on the shields.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::fixes the computer on the comm badges of all away team members, monitoring their vitals for now, since their location is still fixed aboard Claymore::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	OPS: Begin beam down when ready.  Notify Commander Davis and his team.

<aFCO_Dalton> CO:  I'm not able to evade the incoming missile it’s establish a lock and is tracking us.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO: Captain, transporting through shields regardless of frequency is inadvisable.

<SOO_LtCmdr_K'han>  CO/CTO: We could use the gravitational pull from the planet to slingshot through orbit as well...might help to move in or out of the planet's atmosphere or orbit and evade some of these fighters, temporarily of course.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	Bridge All:  Shields are down!, attempting to reset

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Adjusts the settings of her phaser rifle, as their wait upon the Transporter Pad far exceeds the "Hanging around awkwardly on the transporter pad while nothing happens"-phase stage and has moved into something previously undocumented in the annuls of Starfleet::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	*XO/XO's Team* Stand by for beam out.  CTO: Moot point now.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	ALL (Away Team): Stand by people...weapons on heavy stun if they aren't already.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	aFCO: Adjust heading to bring forward launchers to bear on the warhead.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::initiates transport of the away team to the designated landing zone::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	aFCO: Take us through the outer atmosphere.

<WO_van Kampen>  XO:  Aye, Sir.  ::Shifts into a more ready mode, balancing carefully on the platform::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CO: Transport in progress

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Watches the operations console unobtrusively...all he can do now is wait for the perimeter to be secured::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::drops his locks on the fighters and focuses on the closet missile::
<aFCO_Dalton> CTO:  Aye Commander.  ::alters course to bring Lothian Prime and the incoming missile center to the Claymore's forward launchers.::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Grips her rifle firmly, her kit slung across her shoulder, as she sees existence fade around them::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::grips his weapon tightly, waiting::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	OPS: Acknowledged.  Let me know the minute they are safely down

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CO/aFCO: This is going to be close... ::fires torpedoes on the missile::

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The away team vanishes from the Claymore and materializes a few meters from the Monastery.  Dead Lothians lie in piles around the courtyard.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CO: Beam out complete.

@<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::watches as the relative comfort of the Transporter Room is replaced by a landscape unseen by his eyes before, the only thing remotely familiar to him the carnage all around them::

@<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods to Oley::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CO:  The away team is down.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CSO/OPS: Acknowledged.

@<PC_SSgt_Oley>  Lopez: FO, right now, towards the city...hurry.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	OPS: We need more power to dorsal shields. Some of the fighters are targeting the bridge.

@<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>   ::Her eyes naturally drawn to the pile of bodies at first....she quickly looks away from the grim pile of stinking, decaying corpses, and locks her eyes on Davis and the others for their indication of what to do::

@<FL_Cpl_Lopez>  PC: Aye, Staff Sergeant.  ::motions for King and Roberts to follow him as they takes off away from the monastery::

@<WO_van Kampen>  ::Quickly gets his bearings and un-shoulders his rifle, looking also to Davis::

@<XO_Cmdr_Davis>   ::points towards the monastery::  MO: Head there first while they take care of this.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CTO: ETA to missile?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::returns to point-defense phasers on the fighters, conserving power in the capacitors for quick shots, but still not enough to shake off this swarm of what seem to be like space locusts::

<SMDrew>	ACTION: torpedoes fire from the Claymore and pass by the incoming missile before it slams against the Claymore causing the forward shields to collapse.  The outer saucer hull blackens and cracks from the explosion that follows.  Within moments the Claymore passes into the Lothian Upper atmosphere in a bright red flash.

@<PS_Sgt_Broskey>  ::moves ahead of Raeyld towards the monastery, weapon drawn, slowly cautious of his surroundings::

@<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>   ::Nods, and, with a slight one-shoulder shrug to van Kampen to follow, begins her trek to the Monastery, eyes alert to surrounding troubles::

<SMDrew>	*************** Pause Mission ************

<SMDrew>	*************** Pause Mission ************

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