Star Trek: A Call To Duty

USS Scimitar NCC-80826 - SD 11301.21

Starring:
	
Einar Sigurðsson		as	Temporary Ship Manager

			and	Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire

			and	[CEO] Lieutenant Commander Marc Spencer

and	[CO] Captain Jonathan Rome
Commanding Officer
Andrew James		as	[ACO] Commander Thalev Idrani
				Acting Commanding Officer

Lilia Perfeito		as	[OPS] Lieutenant Laeena Saprin
				Chief Operations Officer

Guest starring:

Sophie Wakeling		as	[EO] Lieutenant JG Bob
			
Absent:

C.J. Short		as	[AXO] Lieutenant, Junior Grade Sara Natalie Sumner
				Acting Executive Officer

Wim Herremans		as	[CSO] Ensign Lucas Sanders
				Chief Science Officer

Last time on the Scimitar: The crew of the Scimitar manage to inform the Praetor of the Section 31 operative in her midst, in the guise of her nephew, SubCommander Volar. In the process Commander Idrani was critically wounded, but received medical treatment from the Praetor's personal physician, while the rest of the crew were gathered and thrown into the brig.

The Section’s plan thwarted, the questions still remains. Did Dixon kill Rome, or was he being held captive by them? Would the Praetor allow them to return to their lives?

	Begin mission: "In wolf’s clothing" - Part 6	

 OPS Lt Saprin:
::in the floor of the cell she shares with Sumner, slowly coming out of her meditation::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::wakes again, trying to see through blurred vision::
 
ACTION: A young engineer from the captured Vendori warbird is violently thrown into the cell with Saprin and Sumner
 
Praetor:
::looks down at the funny looking Starfleet officer:: Doctor: Thank you Doctor. I will take it from here.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::opens her eyes at the noise and looks towards the newcomer:: EO: Greetings Lt Bob. Are you injured?
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::looks up at the equally funny looking, but not as handsome, Romulan Praetor::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Is in the corner of the cell, with a little blood dripping from the corner of her mouth and a dazed expression::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::as she regains control of her muscles she slowly gets up and approaches the engineer::
 
Praetor:
ACO: How are you, Captain?
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Gestures at herself, and makes a disgusted noise:: OPS: No, I’m in perfect health
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
Praetor: You can see the medical scans better than I can, Praetor. My crew... are they safe?
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::ignores the comment because she knows where it is coming from and examines her wounds:: EO: What happened since we left the Warbird?
 
Praetor:
::responds angrily:: ACO: As safe as possible, Captain! Let me remind you that I could have had you executed. The lot of you!
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Shrugs, looking up and down at Saprin:: OPS: The Romulans boarded, we resisted, no one died, I hit someone and now I’m here
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
Praetor: Yes, yes, you've made that very clear. But here I lie in a medical facility. ::manages a shrug:: So, your move.
 
Praetor:
::motions for the Andorian to stand up and follow her::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
EO: Did they torture you? Asked you questions?
 
Praetor:
ACO: Your story was true...this intelligence operative of yours is dead. And apparently so is my sister's only son.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::sits up slowly, still struggling from occasional dizziness and hearing issues:: Praetor: No intelligence operative of mine.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
OPS: They haven't asked me anything yet. They separated me from the others because I managed to break a nose when the others didn't have the nerve
 
Praetor:
ACO: Semantics....but I believe what you said is true. You and your crew risked a lot to stop him. I won't forget that.....
 
Praetor:
::leads Idrani out into the hall of the great senate building....the new one::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::looks deadpan at the Praetor:: Praetor: Oh, no, no semantics. An important distinction. ::follows slowly, best he can under the circumstances and wishes he had a walking stick but doesn't show it::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
EO: I see, your nose-breaking ability was at least useful to give us information about the rest of the crew. We didn't know whether you were alive.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
Praetor: So, you're saying you owe me one. ::makes a statement, not a question::
 
Praetor:
::doesn't look at him as she continues the walk....on their way they pass many beautiful sculptures of former Romulan Praetors:: ACO: Perhaps you saved me from joining them....but don't think that earns you favors. The Senate wanted your head. I managed to plead your case.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
OPS: At least my bruised knuckle and my incarceration has been made useful for your intelligence gathering
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Looks round the cell, to see another officer in the corner, apparently in blissful sleep, with a thin trickle of drool down her chin::
 
Praetor:
::leads Idrani into a Transporter room and moves to stand on a pad:: ACO: Haste, Captain.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
EO: We may need to escape, in which case we will need to know where to find the rest of the crew. ::looks towards the sleeping Sumner, then back at Bob:: EO: Commander Idrani was injured and was taken by Romulan doctors, presumably to a sickbay.
 
SCENE: Sumner lets out a loud snore, then pulls her uniform jacket tight around herself and falls right back to sleep
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
Praetor: What's left of it.. ::refers to his head:: I didn't really expect much gratitude, Praetor. ::nods:: But it was worth it anyway. ::steps up to the transporter pad::
 
ACTION: The Praetor and Idrani are transported into the high security area, where his crew are being kept in cells.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Raises an eyebrow at Saprin:: OPS: Just to sickbay? A captured commander? I'm not sure that is likely. But agreed, release and escape of crew are high on my priorities
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::looks through a cell forcefield at OPS, AXO and EO:: Praetor: What now? Do I join them, or are we leaving?
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::gets dizzy and nearly falls, but braces himself against the wall::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
ACO/Praetor: I vote for leaving Sir
 
Praetor:
::punches a six digit code into the controls by the cell:: ACO: You are leaving.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::opens her mouth to reply, but then notices the Praetor and the ACO across the forcefield:: EO: He seems to be much better now.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::goes to shake Sumner awake::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::gestures to his crew to exit the cell:: OPS/EO/AXO: Good to see you all again.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Mutters:: OPS: If we are leaving, what do we do about her? ::Twitches her head over at the AXO::
 
Praetor:
OPS: Lieutenant...we have determined that you were speaking the truth. My people have recovered intelligence documents and equipment stored at my late nephew's residence...
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks up, first at the EO and the at the Romulan:: Praetor: I am glad you trusted us.
 
Praetor:
::looks to Idrani as she speaks:: ACO/OPS: Intelligence highly valuable to the Tal'Shiar...think of it as security.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Listens to the Praetor, not really understanding the conversation about Intel, and just wanting to get out of cell, so starts to edge behind Saprin to nudge the AXO awake with her foot::
 
Praetor:
::looks to the young Engineer:: EO: I hope that your Captain has not brought shame on your career, junior Lieutenant.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks at the Praetor wondering for a moment:: Praetor: That intelligence would be helpful for us as well, if you'd be willing to share.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
Praetor: I'd say you're welcome but I know they'd be wasted words. We'd love to stay and chat, but as usual we have someone to go rescue. The life of a space explorer is never dull; save an Empire one day, a good friend the next.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::turns and raises an eyebrow at the EO's foot, and then looks back at the Praetor.
 
Praetor:
::stops and turns to face the woman, whose ancestry she shares:: OPS: You have received enough good will.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
Praetor: Honestly? I'm just glad I have a career, no matter how shameful it is ::Continues to nudge the FCO with the toes of her boot::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::blinks and says nothing::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::flashes the EO an annoyed look:: EO: Keep that attitude up and that might change.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Looks a little shamed:: ACO: I'm sorry sir. I got punched in the face earlier, before I got brought to this cell. I think that I'm not quite myself. ::stops with the nudging, and bends down to check that the FCO is still breathing::

ACTION: In one swift action, the whole crew of the warbird, except Captain Idrani, are beamed to a garbage scow in orbit.
 
Praetor:
ACO: I do owe you one Captain. You are right.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
@::looks at the Praetor silently, hoping to god he doesn't vomit on her shoes::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Twitches her nose as the unique fragrance of decomposition hits it::
 
Praetor:
@ACO: We found this. ::hands him a Federation style...yet smaller than he's used to, PADD::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::materializes in the scow and looks around:: EO: At least we appear to be in space. ::walks to what may be the navigational controls::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
OPS: Agreed, better here than in cells ::arranges the AXO in a corner with a blanket over her, in semblance of an apology::
 
Praetor:
ACO: Don't ever step foot onto this planet again, Captain. ::nods to the guards::

ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::looks down at the padd:: Praetor: Hmm. Thank you. ::looks back at the Praetor:: You couldn't pay me to return.
 
ACTION: Idrani is transported to the scow
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
EO: I suggest you look for the engines.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Stands and walks towards the back of the small vessel:: OPS: On it, Lt.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks at Idrani as he arrives:: ACO: The Praetor provided us with transport.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::nods to OPS:: OPS: I need to sit down. ::closes his eyes for a moment, and pockets the small PADD:: I can't say much for Romulan medical facilities.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Starts to fiddle with a control panel that looks like it might be the engine controls::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::pushes the doors ajar to squeeze into the 'Bridge':: All: Lovely...
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::sits down beside him:: ACO: You would have bled to death if they had not taken you. But I am afraid there isn't much we can do until we return to Federation space.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::See Spencer, and sighs. Self: Great, the Commander who left a girl to punch a Romulan...::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
All: First I share a cell with a very drunken and very vocal bum, and then I find myself materializing inside of a shoebox that smells like.....I don't even want to know what that is.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
OPS: This smell isn't helping being nauseated. ::sits down on a nearby chair:: Please see to our departure; back to the Scimi as fast as this piece of rubbish will take us without falling apart.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Mutters to herself so no one hears:: Self: Try your aftershave...
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::smiles at Bob and walks over to what he thinks is the Engine controls::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
ACO: Yes sir. Perhaps Commander Spencer can find air recycling controls.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::gets up and sits at the navigation controls, studying them::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
OPS: Let's hope....I can't imagine being stuck on this blasted boat for...::does the calculations in his head as he brings the engines online:: you don't want to know actually.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
Spencer: I was just trying to find out what we could get out of the tub's engines, but if you would like to take over..Sir
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks down at the Romulan number five:: CEO: We better get started then...calculating course to the last known position of the Scimitar....::remembers something::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::waves his hand at Bob:: EO: No need, I think this requires our combined effort anyway.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
ACO: Should we try to ask the Scimitar to rendezvous with us, or would you classify that as too risky?
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
OPS: What would the journey time be if we simply met them where we left them?
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Turns her back so that the CEO can't quite register her actions, and mimics the wave. Self: Back to work, minions:::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks down a moment as the computer finishes calculating the route:: ACO: Seven days.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Starts tapping panels again, seeing where power could be siphoned off and redirected to the engines::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
OPS: Okay, we meet them - I don't want the Scimitar heading further into Romulan space. ::personally would love the medical treatment sooner, but knows this decision is better for the crew::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
ACO: Aye Captain. All systems are apparently ready to depart.
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
ACO: Sir, we could rendezvous with them in.....2 days time, if they meet us at warp 9...sir, it really smells in here.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
OPS: Then take us out Lieutenant. ::pauses:: And good job down there. CEO: Shouldn't have lost my warbird then, Spence. Be glad I don't order you to clean this scow with a toothbrush.
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::smiles weakly, thinking that humor is good right now....::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Laughs a little at Spencer, and says quietly:: CEO: Suck it up. Sir
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::looks deadpan at the EO:: EO: Say again, Lieutenant?
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::engages the warp engines and hopes for the best::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Looks innocently over at the CEO:: CEO: I said "Lucked out Sir"
 
ACTION: The sound of metal fatigue can be heard as the nacelles power up, but just like clockwork the old girl jumps to warp
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::looks back at his controls and chuckles::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::lets out a sigh of relief:: Self: Seven days of this. Piece of cake.
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
ACO: Warp drive holding steady at warp 4.93 sir.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Smiles down at the console, feeling a little bit like her old self again, wondering if a blow to the head can really cause insubordination::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::watches the controls. somewhat surprised the ship is actually warping space::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
CEO: Thank you.
 
ACTION: The PADD in Idrani's pocket switches on by itself.
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::looks down at the padd::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::nods and continues to monitor the warp plasma relays::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
Self: Seven days of this, with all of us stuck in this tiny space together...several come together, only one will survive....
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::looks at the PADD that just came alive::
 
SCENE: The screen starts displaying text, one letter at a time
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Monitors the stress levels to the outer hull of the scow::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::reads the words 'Hello Thalev' that appeared on the padd::
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::turns back to her console as she realizes the PADD was probably given by the Praetor to Idrani. Hopes it is the Intel::
 
SCENE: The PADD display goes offline
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Wonders to herself if the bucket they got left on will be able to handle a constant warp 5 for 7 days::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
EO: Lieutenant, please take this PADD.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Looks up from her console, with a query in her expression:: ACO: If you request it Sir, but what would you like me to do with it?
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::hands out the padd but not getting up:: EO: See to it that this PADD is destroyed. Completely destroyed. Understood?
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
::listens to the exchange and thinks Idrani's head injury still needs treatment::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::turns around:: ACO: What was that, sir?
 
EO LtJg Bob:
ACO: And you would like this done immediately Sir? ::Looks around herself at the limited resources on the garbage vessel::
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
EO: Yes, see to it immediately. Use an anvil if you have to. CEO: Just a... personal message to me from Dixon.
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
EO: You can always throw it in the boiler that powers this piece of...garbage.
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Moves to the rear of the area, looking around for the incinerator::
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::turns his chair around...well halfway as it stops due to grime:: ACO: Dixon ?
 
ACO Cmdr Idrani:
::gestures with his hand for the CEO to swivel back around:: CEO: Carry on, Commander.
 
OPS Lt Saprin:
All: I suggest we start making shifts. There isn't a lot of space to sleep so we should make the best of it.
 
CEO LtCmdr Spencer:
::bites down before turning back around::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
::Finds the right section, presses the panel, and inserts the PADD into the incinerator deposit ::
 
EO LtJg Bob:
OPS: I nominate the AXO should get the first sleeping shift...
 
CO Capt Rome:
@::steps out of the biobed at Starfleet medical and puts his slippers on, the pain shooting up his back::
 
CO Capt Rome:
@::notices a bundle of flowers on the nightstand with a card and smiles:: Self: Eva..
 
SCENE: The card says “Get well soon. XOXO. Dixon.”

END MISSION

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