<SM_James> Summary: Planet side, the tone of things has changed, with most media now beginning to question some initial accounts of what happened. Of course, the only source of the material that is now being used to question was in and of itself delivered anonymously, so... not all of the questions are of the trusting kind. Shipside, the holographic reconstruction is complete, general Celara has been reported as awake, and the command staff has had their hands full with... we'll say... administrative duties. All in all, it's a good morning. I hope you brought coffee.

<SM_James> Star Trek: A Call to Duty is proud to present the USS Claymore in: "Mending Fences"

<SM_James> Episode 31: "Hangovers, Headaches and Half-truths" (12202.19)

<SM_James> =/\= BEGIN MISSION =/\=

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::on the bridge at Operations. Still? Again? Does time have meaning? Does any of this mean anything? Are we all just play things of a capricious god?  None of these questions wander through the Ferengi's mind.  He just sits and watches his screens silently::

<SM_James> Info: Several departments are reporting short-staffed after last night's festivities. Some have called in sick to work. Others have been excused by virtue of being in custody. And others still are waking up this morning in sickbay.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Barely awake after rising at 2am, but making her rounds in Sickbay nonetheless.::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::steps out into sickbay, nursing a cup of coffee and a nasty hangover::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Sitting in her office, she finished up the last report as she reached for her coffee; a cup that was cold and empty.  When had she become such a coffee drinker?::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Almost runs into the CMO:: CMO: You look about as bad as I feel.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::in the Conference Room, coffee in hand, going through no small number of reports concerning engineers, "troublemakers," and...moshing?:: 

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: Oh, I dearly hope you feel better than I do. How late am I this morning?

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Putting the cup down with a sigh, she sent her report to both Davis and her captain before standing.  She did not stay long.  She needed out of her office.  And she needed to talk to her captain.::

<CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Steps onto the bridge with a cup of something in her hand, taking a moment to take stock of its occupants::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Steps off the turbolift onto deck four::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: About an hour if you're going by shifts, about seven if you're talking about when I got here.  ::Casts her boss a wry grin.::

<PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  ::has the Bridge at the moment; he looks around nervously::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens winces at the light, has it always been this bright in sickbay? and takes another drink of coffee:: MO: I'm sorry I'm late, I made some...mistakes...last night. Won't happen again.

<LA_Ens_Callahan> ::arrives on the Bridge, passing through it on his way to the Conference Room::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: You're the boss.  I don't think you can be late, unless the CO or XO are standing here.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Enters sickbay::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> CPU:  Computer, location of Captain Damrok.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Hears the doors whoosh open behind her and glancing over her shoulder wonders if she had summoning power of which she was unaware and waits for Davis to show up as well.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::holds his ear, listening to a message then turns back to a power request from one of the science labs::

<CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Experiences a brief flash of memory as she path obliquely crosses Callahan's, but wordlessly continues her stride to the CNS's station on the bridge, and settles in, bringing up her own custom layout on its controls::

<LA_Ens_Callahan>  ::arrives in the Conference Room, standing at something that might pass for sloppy-attention::  XO: Commander.
<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Turns around slightly.:: CO: Can we help you, Sir?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::gestures to, well, any seat, given that they are all open::  LA: Good morning, Ensign. Can I get you anything?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: I suppose that's fair but still, you should be able to count on me

<Tac Ens Akamia Roberts>  :: On the bridge.  As things remain relatively quiet, he goes over the Breen weaponry inventory they have now collected::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens turns to face the captain, trying to salute and not wince too badly:: CO: Captain
 
<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Folds his hands behind his back::  CMO/MO:  I'm here to see General Celara.

<LA_Ens_Callahan>  ::shakes his head::  XO: N-no, no thank you sir.  ::moves to a seat across the table from Davis::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: She pauses before the lift as the computer tells her he is in medical.::  *CO*:  Captain, when you have a moment, I would like to speak with you.  Top of the list is the holo is done and ready for review.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CO: Of course, right this way. ::Stevens beckons towards him::

<SM_James> ACTION: A media headline is broadcast: "Anonymous Sources Possibly Confirmed By Military, Questions Remain"

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Stifles a yawn and decides that as soon as the CO is in Celara's room, that she's getting some strong black tea.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sips the coffee and returns it to the table before leaning back in his chair with one of several PADDs currently on the table::  LA: I'm trying to figure just what the hell happened last night after I left the lounge.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> *CTO*:  Understood.  I'll stop by to see you at my first availability.  Where are you?

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Follows Stevens::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::As the CMO leads the CO away, Evie walks over to the replicator and orders, . .:: Replicator: Black tea, double strong

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Leads the captain over to the General and then steps away:: CO: Call me if you need me

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> *CO*:  I was heading to see you, but it looks like you are about to be occupied.  I am going to head for the bridge for now.

<IA_Lt_T'zan> ::at Mission Operations in place of Gulash, who was ordered off the Bridge by Davis an hour ago::

<General_Celara> ::sits perched on the edge of the biobed, looking perhaps slightly... uncomfortable? Though whether it's from injuries or sitting idle is anyone's guess::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::rubbed at the bridge of his nose and added the media headline to the end of the already growing media headlines.  For just a moment he wondered what would happen if he were to launch a torpedo at every media transmitter.  He closed his eyes for just a moment then let the image fade before focusing on this particularly pressing issue::

<LA_Ens_Callahan>  ::face becomes somewhat flush::  XO: I'm...not sure, Commander. I was in bed, and I've only heard....stories.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> *CTO*:  I'll see you there.  Damrok out.

<CMC_SCPO_Richards>  ::nearly jumps out of the Turbolift and runs in to someone on the way off the Bridge, which, if it had happened, might double her black eye count::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> CMO:  Thank you, Doctor.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Sitting at one of the desks in sickbay, starts going through charts discharging people who needed treated for their raucous evening, the night before.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  LA: I understand, Ensign.  But, here's the thing: I don't really have time to sort through this mess right now.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Turns now and fully regards Celara::  Celara:  General, it's good to see you up and about.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: with a mental nod she stepped into the lift::  CPU: Bridge.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens steps over to Simmons:: Replicator: Coffee latte, just like last time

<General_Celara> ACTION: OPS receives a significantly updated duty roster from engineering. An unfortunate number of regular alpha-shifters are... remarkably less alpha-shifty this morning.

<Xi'Bray> ::In the lounge, but unlike last night when she was there reading and left before the incident, this time she's trying to fix the damage done during the brawl.::

<CMC_SCPO_Richards>  ::passes Raeyld and T'zan on her way to the Conference Room::

<General_Celara> ::resists, just barely, the urge to snort:: CO: I am up, captain, but about is in question. Your doctors do fine work. What can I do for you?

<CO_Capt_Damrok> Celara:  I wanted to check on your general welfare, but I had a few questions for you, as well.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: As the lift doors opened she stepped through and took in the rather quiet and not quite as crowded bridge.  With a nod she went to her station.  She could easily get used to this.::

<CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Sees something on her dash and pales a bit...inhaling sharply::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::pushes the PADDs towards Callahan as Richards enters the Conference Room::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: We're a pair this morning, aren't we?  ::Lifts her glass of tea to her lips wondering if her fourth cup of strong tea was really a good idea at this moment.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::simply forwards the engineering lead's duty roster to the command staff. He didn't bother checking the report for who had called out::

<PSO_Lt_Wittaker>  ::on the edge of his chair, praying that someone comes soon; he hasn't seen Raeyld yet::

<CIV_LtCmdr_Raeyld> ::Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and she stands from her seat and strides toward the turbolift, mug left behind forgotten::

<General_Celara> ::shifts slightly where she sits, then, somewhat shakily stands:: CO: I will provide what information I can.

<CMC_SCPO_Richards>  ::sits next to Callahan::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> Celara:  First off, is there anything you need or that we can provide for you?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: Indeed. I'd ask what happened to you but if you return the question, I'm not sure I can answer.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> LA/CMC: So, my plan is that the two of you will take the point on sorting this out, in conjunction with Security. Once you have a handle on what happened, let me know and I'll take things from there.

<CMC_SCPO_Richards>  ::nods::  XO: Aye sir.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Don't ask.  I was enjoying myself in my office, I mean lab, when I was ungraciously interrupted.  I'll leave it at that.

<General_Celara> CO: A situation update would be appreciated. I am... significantly lacking in where things stand. ::pauses, then sits back down on the edge of the bed:: And significantly limited in my ability to, it would appear.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: looks up as Commander Raeyld heads for the lift, then turns to Roberts for an update::

<LA_Ens_Callahan>  ::looks at the many, many PADDs::  XO/CMC: You...want us to determine charges and such?

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: And so therefore won't ask you what happened last night, especially since you say you don't remember.  I'm going to guess it has something to do with the reason that sickbay was inundated this morning?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::lifts the glass mug from the table again and sips at the coffee, then taking the mug in both hands::  LA/CMC: You're welcome to make recommendations. Right now I just want to know who did what.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Smiles slightly, extending an arm toward her but not touching her, just in case he needs to reach to help her maintain balance as she sits::  Celara:  Completely understandable.  Your people have been providing us with thorough updates.  I'll see that Commander Davis forwards your what information we have.  ::Raises his PADD and takes a note::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> Celara:  Colonel Rymelde was running the show on the planet.  Is he a close associate of yours?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens nods:: MO: They served a new drink last night. Had me two sheets to the wind in a pair of shots and, if I remember correctly, the rest of the bar was upside down?

<LA_Ens_Callahan>  ::begins collecting the PADDs::  XO: Yes sir. Right away, sir.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: If the rest of the bar was upside down, I would guess that you were two sheets to the wind.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  LA/CMC: Very good. Let me know what you need.

<General_Celara> ::nods, once:: CO: My second. A better officer I could not have asked for. He was an easy choice after the war, for far too many reasons.

<General_Celara> CO: Less of a diplomat, of course. But then, we are soldiers.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::stands and takes his mug to the replicator, placing it on the tray and then ordering the replicator to break down the mug and the remainder of the coffee::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: Usually doesn't take me much to remember why I don't drink

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::skims over the reports from the crews assigned to clean the lounge, then moves on to mission related items.::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: We're not going to talk about why I don't drink.....::Continues charting and discharges patient #3 in the last ten minutes, sending the discharge instructions to the head nurse.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::departs the Conference Room, passing through the next room before returning to the Bridge::

<CMC_SCPO_Richards>  ::takes the nearest PADD and begins reading through::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> Celara:  Indeed.  ::Looks very slightly relieved::  He is likely the man for the situation, then.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: quietly listening to Roberts update on the weapons, she glances over at Davis::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: Maybe we'll have to have a drink of something much less volatile sometime. I'm a big fan of juices and maybe some tea for you?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::circles around to his station::  PSO: Thank you, Lieutenant. I'll take it from here.

<PSO_Lt_Wittaker> ::bolts up::  XO: Yes sir.  ::turns to leave the Bridge::

<General_Celara> CO: Often, yes. He has on many an occasion had a talent for being precisely where, precisely when, he is needed. A common survival trait during the war. Beyond survival, there were no rules.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: As he ties it up, she nods her head slightly and then walks over to Davis where she stops beside him.::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: That would be lovely.  We should do that more often than we do.

<General_Celara> ACTION: Media headline: "Negotiations Begin Between Military Government and Former Governors to Return Power"

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::turns to Tsela-Yokaze::  CTO: Good morning, Lieutenant.

<IA_Lt_T'zan>  ::noting the media headlines, mostly because she noticed Gulash had been monitoring transmissions or broadcasts on the surface::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Nods with understanding, but pivots topics slightly as he switches his PADD over to a guest login and brings up the information they've recovered so far about the attack::  Celara:  This is what we've gathered so far on the attack.  Forensic evidence, eyewitness statements, known individuals at the scene, and the like.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Hands the PADD to her::  Celara:  Is there anything that stands out to you?

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: A touch of wryness to her voice::  XO: Relatively?  ::looks upward::  The holo is ready.  I am waiting for the captain.  But my people also picked up some interesting information about the Breen weapons.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::enters the lounge, which sort of looks intact at this point; he's not ready to sleep yet::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: We should have a standing appointment for that.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::slumps down at the bar::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: I agree.  We could call it a senior medical staff meeting and do it during duty hours once a week at least.  ::The excess caffeine from the four cups of heavily caffeinated tea finally getting to her.:: Or maybe even more often.

<Nard>  ::sort of staggers over towards Gulash; his left sleeve is torn, and it appears that he has a few specks of blood on his shirt, to go along with a black eye of his own::  MOPS: What can I do for you, Lieutenant?

<General_Celara> ::takes a long moment to read it over, then hands the device back:: CO: It's all too familiar, Captain. The names, the tactics, all of it. ::pauses, considering:: Many of the faces belong to those I fought with. Some of the names belong to those I fought against. And a few... a few would fight for either side, given the right price. They were those whom made no alliance, but had the abilities that made alliances.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::this locks in his interest; he's been particularly interested in these Breen weapons, and what the hell is up with that::  CTO: Do tell.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  As you know, we picked up remnants of Romulan atmosphere on a few of them.  We were assuming that they had been here long enough for most of it to dissipate.  However, some folks, which need to remain anonymous, said they had been researched and developed on the planet.  I would guess someone gave them some to work with... which they did.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::in a low voice::  Nard: I want the drink everyone is talking about.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Accepts the PADD, pressing his thumbprint to it to log back into his profile::  Celara:  We're on the right track, then?

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks the scans of the planetary broadcast systems considering ways to shut it down::

<Xi'Bray> ::Finishes working on one of the replicators in the lounge that was broken during last night's kerfuffle.  Stands with a satisfied nod and tests the replicator.:: Replicator: Raktajino, hot and sweet.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::Frowns::  CTO: So some of them came from a Romulan world, but others are being produced here? That's what we're finding?

<Nard> ::looks down somewhat nervously::  MOPS: Oh, I don't know if we should do that, Lieutenant. There were so--

<General_Celara> ACTION: Xi'bray's replicator sparks a little, then a half-melted cup materializes. It is definitely hot. Sweet is questionable. And it is most certainly not Klingon coffee.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::slams the bar with his right first, which actually pounds through a glass first and smashes it into more than a few pieces::  

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  Nard: Bring it to me.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  That is what the pieces are suggesting.  Unfortunately, we did not get a location for where they were being made or who may have started the manufacturing.  That might give us an edge.  The problem is, I am not sure what to scan the planet for to make a discovery.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens smiles, for the first time all morning:: MO: I love that idea.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::moves towards Operations::

<General_Celara> CO: You are intending to close in on those you believe are working with governor Cedrick?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> MO: I vote not tonight. But maybe tomorrow? ::Stevens takes another drink of her coffee::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: remains in place, watching him.::

<XiBray> ::Jumps back as the liquid spills out of the melted cup and near her feet.  Very glad she was no longer sitting on the floor there.::  Self: Damn.  ::Grabs a towel and mops up the mess before taking the access panel back off the replicator and continue her work.::

<Nard>  ::sighs before retrieving a glass; he begins to prepare an Arealyn troublemaker::

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Pauses a beat::  Celara:  I believe we have sufficient evidence to do so, yes.  ::Watches her closely::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Yes, please not today.  I may be asleep in an hour....though I promise I'll try not to be.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Tomorrow sounds lovely, unless the gods determine otherwise.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS/CTO: Lieutenant Fong, any thoughts on this? Tactical is finding evidence that some of the Breen weapons originated on a Romulan world; others appear to have been produced here on Arealyn V. Any ideas on what we might scan for to figure out where these weapons came from?

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: her gaze shifts to the rather quiet operations chief.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS/CTO: Is there any sort of communications residual or anything else we might focus on?

<Xi'bray> ::Pulls out her tricorder and runs another diagnostic on the replicator.  After several moments, her tricorder beeps informing her of a new issue that it didn't before.::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Simply shakes her head negatively as they had found nothing... then pauses::  XO:  The weapons themselves probably have finger prints of both the user and the creators.  But that is a data base we do not have.

<General_Celara> ::it takes another moment for it to fully register, then the Arealynian sighs:: CO: I would wish you luck, Captain, but you will require skill. Calun Cedrick is a great many things. Resourceful chief among them. A man with as high a profile as he, even during the war, has two choices. Become resourceful, or die. He chose the former. ::she shakes her head:: Time was, I was one of his  resources. ::tilts her head ever so slightly, studying the Cardassian:: But I suspect you may have discovered that on your own.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> CTO/OPS: So how do we access that? ::pauses for a moment::  As far as I'm concerned, we might be running out of time here, so these might be our last chances to find a smoking gun, if one is out there to be found.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::still half thinking about ways to take down a planet's entire media system:: XO: Not necessarily from a Romulan world.  They could have been assembled anywhere with Romulan atmosphere.

<Nard>  ::slides the troublemaker towards Gulash and steps away slowly::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods, looking at Tsela-Yokaze for confirmation::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  Agreed.

<Xi'Bray> ::Finds the pathway is constricted as it heads through the general reverse capacitor.  Something seems to be tripping it up there.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS/CTO: One thought then is to have Science examine the weapons, and see if there's enough on the weapons to at least come up with a composite of possible worlds or systems.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: a bit hesitant::  XO:  We could send the prints to their officials... or ask them for the data base.  Though if it were my world, I would be very hesitant to give aliens that.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Nods slowly::  Celara:  I suspected as much.  What is your disposition toward him, now?

<Tac Ens Akamia Roberts>  :: listening to the discussion as everything is quiet at the moment, both on the planet and the area of space in general.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::without looking up he continues:: XO: As to communications residue I can take a look, but it would have to have been a very powerful transmitter to leave anything on them.  CTO: Did you scan for chronoton particles?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods, considering the assets they have aboard, and whether they might want to consider more...underhanded or illicit means::

<Xi'Bray> Self: Well, that shouldn't be too hard to fix.  ::Opens the secondary panel and removes the reverse capacitor visually examining it....It appears slightly scorched.  Rummages around in her equipment kit to see if she has another with her.::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: mentally sighs.  But once again, she reminded herself her lack of experience was not against her.::  OPS:  No... I had not thought about that.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: If you don't mind, I'm going to head back to my.....lab for awhile.  I've finished discharging six of the eight patients who were here as a result of last night's altercation, and I've been up since 2am, so I'm going to take my break if you don't mind.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::shrugs slightly moving some other power around on his screen:: CTO: That might tell us which of the weapons were transported on a cloaked ship.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  OPS/CTO: I think we have the rough outline of a plan here. Another piece is that we were attempting to track the movements of a Romulan vessel in this system, and we had, I believe, attempted to estimate its heading and destination--though I don't think we got very far with that.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens nods softly and slowly:: MO: That's totally fine. And...if you happen to nap....I won't tell

<General_Celara> ::draws in a slow breath:: CO: I served with him for many years, captain. As did several on your list. ::gestures vaguely at the PADD:: When I said there were no rules, there were none. Your people, ::pauses a moment, unsure:: have rules of engagement. We did not. You survived at any cost. You gained ground at any cost. And if that cost was loyalty to a man as powerful, as resourceful as Calun... ::she pauses, then, shrugs:: It was almost guaranteed survival.

<Xi'Bray> ::Finds a spare reverse capacitor and plugs it into the replicator.  Then runs another self diagnostic on the replicator while running a diagnostic using her tricorder as well.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS: Lieutenant, I'd like you to examine several of the recovered weapons and see if there's anything of a communications nature that can be lifted from them.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Nodding her head in gratitude.:: CMO: Thank you.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> OPS/XO:  I will have one of my people take someone from science to the weapons hold to see what they might uncover.  I will have him start with those we know there was Romulan atmospheric residual.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> CTO: Perfect.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Presses the issue, intently but gently::  Celara:  ...And now?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS/CTO: Let's do those two things and see if we can identify possible worlds--then we will see if any of those fall on the rough heading we had estimated for the Romulan vessel. That's a starting point, anyway.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: looks at OPS::  OPS:  Anything specific we can begin scanning the planet for... evidence of Breen weapon manufacturing?

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::downs the troublemaker in one gulp and slams the glass down on the bar::

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Exits Sickbay and heads down the hallway to her 'office'.  While her comfy chairs and footstool are calling her name, she checks her messages and any other pertinent information to last night's 'medical' debacle.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::shrugs slightly:: CTO: It depends on if we think the Romulans are attempting to hide the construction. Depending on the chronoton concentration it could be on a cloaked base. Alternatively they could be using an already developed planet and hiding the production in the standard output.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> CTO/OPS: Is there a possibility of variance? I mean, in terms of quality?

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: slowly nods her head as she puts his information together.::  OPS:  Understood.

<General_Celara> ::her eyes cool, perhaps a little more than is their usual:: CO: Had you not brought me the evidence you did, I would have interpreted the accusation as a challenge to his honor. By tradition, that would not be allowed to stand. However... if the evidence you have gathered is accurate, and Calun is responsible... ::she pauses, looking for a moment past Damrok:: ... He must be dealt with accordingly.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  There could be.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> CTO/OPS: Could we test fire one with the Romulan world elements with one that lacks them, and presumably was produced here? Perhaps we could even compare that with Arealyn weapons.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  Let me get started on looking for information we had not considered.  We will also start getting what fingerprints we can to see where that might lead us in the chain of sells.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Pauses again, allowing her a moment::  Celara:  I appreciate that this must be difficult for you, and I'm sorry that you had to find out this way.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::looks at Nard and squints::  Nard: What's the big deal?

<Nard>  ::shrugs::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO:  I will handle the firing of the weapons.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens>  ::Stevens watches Simmons go and then pulls p the list of wounded on her PADD::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks at Fong and then back to Tsela-Yokaze::  OPS/CTO: I'm grasping at straws here--this is a circumstantial case we're making, so all the pieces could be meaningful in their own way.

<Tac Ens Akamia Roberts>  :: looks up::  CTO/XO/OPS:  Actually... I remember seeing some... small deviations?  Maybe the kind one might make if they were in a rush.

<MO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Not seeing any new messages or notifications, heads over to one of her comfy chairs, puts her feet up, and grabs the nice blanket from the back of the chair stretching it over herself....and closes her eyes.::

<Tac Ens Akamia Roberts>  :: looks slightly embarrassed not realizing he might have been seeing something important.::

<General_Celara> ::lifts one shoulder, then lets it fall, accompanied by a slow release of breath:: CO: There are no ideal times to learn your commander may have been betraying you while you slept, captain.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Nods, again allowing her a moment::  CO:  ...I'll work with Commander Davis on getting something set up so that you can monitor the situation on the surface.  You should have some assets you can use within the hour, but our primary responsibility at the moment is making sure you are well and remain safe.  Is there anything else I can do for you?

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::listens to the conversation silently::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> Tac/CTO: Perhaps that's a starting point. If the modulation between Arealyn weapons and these Breen-like weapons is roughly similar, or there are some characteristics that are similar, maybe we can identify the source from the Arealyn weapons supply.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> XO/OPS:  I have a place to start.  I will get on it.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: pauses::  XO:  When the captain is ready, let me know and we will run the holo simulation.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::

<General_Celara> CO: Use extreme caution, captain. Your evidence speaks to me in ways it cannot speak to you. If he is indeed directing the course of things, he still commands the loyalty of those involved. He may command the loyalty of others in addition. You play a dangerous game by drawing their attention. I am... concerned at this game they may possess more experience, and fewer... restraints.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Walks over to Roberts, a brow lifted.:: Tac Ens Akamia Roberts:  Good eye.  Remember, life is about learning.  :: she totally understood his slightly darker complexion.::  Call Lu up and you take the role of looking over the weapons. :: wryly::  I am going to shoot something.

<Xi'Bray> ::Stands up again, and tries the replicator a second time to see if that repair fixed the problem.::  Replicator: Raktajino, hot and sweet.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::drifts towards his station before taking a seat::

<Tac Ens Akamia Roberts>  :: nods as he calls Lu to the bridge and waits for him::

<Xi'Bray> ::As the replicator spits out an intact cup,  Jori picks it up and tastes it.  It actually tastes good.:: Self: Well, I think my work is done here.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Smiles slightly::  Celara:  This is not my first foray, nor do I expect it to be my last.  We may indeed have constraints; I believe there are some we may even be able to use to our advantage.  ::Taps a few buttons on his PADD, then looks up::  There's a button there on your biobed console that will get you a direct line to my yeoman.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> Celara:  If anything comes to mind and you would like to speak to me, please do not hesitate to contact him.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: As the lift took her to the lab, she considered what they had discussed then tapped her badge::  *Tac  Lt.Jg. Atsa Begay*:  Mr. Begay, I need you to find Sakar and... :: tells him what is needed from the pair.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> XO/CTO: If they were made in different locations, the quality difference is most likely due to the workforce.

<Xi'Bray> ::Gathering all of her equipment, exits the lounge with her mug in one hand and her toolbox in the other.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  OPS: Yes--and hopefully that group of people produces more than one type of weapon and leave their mark in some discernible way.

<General_Celara> ::nods once, then pauses:: CO: Captain. If you engage Calun directly... I want to be there. ... I need to be there. This is, first and foremost, an Arealynian matter. ::her eyes harden:: If he has betrayed my world... it should be by my world's laws that he is brought low.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::completely unaware that the CTO has left, he continues without looking that way:: XO: If the levels of chronotons are low, we can assume that the weapons were made on an uncloaked base. That means that the planet will have evidence of industry.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Starts to turn to leave, but pauses::  Celara:  I will keep that in mind.

<General_Celara> CO: I believe the federation expression is... good hunting, captain.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> ::Nods once::  Celara:  Thank you.  I hope you're feeling better -- you're in good hands.  ::Smiles, then turns to leave::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::still working on something 'meaningful':: XO: If chronotons have impregnated the entire device then we can assume that it was built on a cloaked base and this is a dead end.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: As the lift stops, she heads to the lab they had secured the original group to gather a couple::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods:: OPS: I'd like you to oversee this particular angle. I think you have a sound theory here; we just need to examine the weapons with an idea as to what to look for.

<General_Celara> ::as Damrok makes to leave, Celara moves back to lying on the biobed, drawing in a slow breath:: Self: It is not the hand that should be the concern. They are only as dangerous as the mind that wields them.

<CO_Capt_Damrok> *CTO*:  Damrok to Tsela-Yokaze.  I'm on my way up.  Let's gather for that holo.  ::Exits sickbay::

<General_Celara> =/\= END MISSION =/\=