Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne has rendezvoused with the Amenti freighter en route to its destination in Federation space.  Moving at a sedate pace, the two ships proceed along the trade corridor toward Outpost 599.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "Sanctum - The Temple of Fire Part 3">>>>

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::at her station watching the sensors::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::At her station::

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::In main engineering checking over the latest checks of the ship's systems.::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 FCO: Steady as she goes.  :: Signing off on a report ::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 <FCO_K'Rash>: CO: Aye, sir. Steady as she goes.  ::briefly stops programming a flight simulator long enough to verify course and speed. ::

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Making rounds to the different departments on the ship::

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::makes a few tweaks to the plasma flow working on upping the power output.::

Brett:
 INFO: With their repairs as completed as they can get, the Delphyne is again running smoothly.

Brett:
 <Faint> ::Sitting beside the Captain and observing::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::finishes a diagnostic on her board, nods to herself::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::notes nothing unusual on the sensors and placidly turns her attention to the latest report on the growth rate of moss on Keldar III:: Self: Sem-rik ::typical Vulcan eyebrow raise::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::working in sickbay, helping her staff stock and re-stock in preparation for another possible battle.

Brett:
 <Faint> CO: So tell me Captain, how do you feel being stuck out here on convoy duty, when so many of your ships are engaged in life-or death struggles to keep the Federation free?

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::checks over the latest reports, satisfied with the way things were running.::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::exits his office, his patient beside him:: Patient: I find it to be very commendable that you chose a career to associate yourself with a large variety of individuals and species, when you were such a distinct xenophobe. 

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Faint: Any situation can become life-or-death in a moment's notice. Even if we do not appear to be doing anything important, I assure you that this is important or we would not be here.

Brett:
 <Bob> ::Enters Sickbay and begins filming the interior::

Brett:
 <Faint> CO: Well certainly, but... come on, how do you feel.  ::Smiles::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 <Patient> ::nodding and smiling, she blushed:: CNS: My husband thought I was insane, considering he was one as well. However, after I did it and lost my fear, he did the same. I'd like to think I was an inspiration to him. Now, together, we explore the universe and face the very things we were deathly afraid of.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Faint: I am concerned that every effort is being made to pursue a peaceful alternative to all-out war. I am concerned for my crew and want all of them to return alive and well to their families.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow as the flicker dissapears, sets asside the fascinating reading on moss:: CTO: Did you detect something on sensors a moment ago?

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::makes note to give her a clean bill of health:: Patient: If it is okay with the two of you, I would like to schedule dinner with the two of you and discuss similar xenophobic tendencies I've noticed within my own personal history.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Leaving Astrometrics Lab, confident everything is just fine there::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Looks over:: CSO: No.  What did you see?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::A beep catches her attention:: CSO: Just a moment

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 <Patient> ::feels flattered:: CNS: T`oainkingl would be delighted to enjoy some festive breads and salads with you doctor.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CO: Captain.  You have a message.  Captain's eyes only, sir.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: I am uncertain... A flicker as if something was detected and then it was gone. I'd like to go back to the logs. Would you... ::pauses as she sees something catch the CTO's attention::\

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 <MO_Shepherd> ::walks toward the cameraman:: Bob: Um...excuse me...can I help you?

Brett:
 <Bob> ::Completes his establishing background shots and heads for the door, greatful not to have run into the nasty CMO::

Brett:
 <Bob> ::Curses for even thinking he didn't run into her and turns with a smile::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Faint: Excuse me, won't you?  ::Stands, smiling, and heads for his ready room. ::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO: Pipe the message to my ready room, lieutenant.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Would you keep an eye on long range sensors while I look at the logs to see what I missed?

Brett:
 <Bob> CMO: Um, no thank you.

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::spies Shepherd talking to someone, then curses under her breath as she recognizes the cameraman...starts walking in their direction quickly, labcoat billowing out beind her::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CO: Aye sir.  :: Smiles slightly and transfers the message to the ready room, then turns back to Rhykmal::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: Will do, Lt

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::nods and enters the turbolift:: Patient: Excellent. I was look over my schedule and we can set up the exact date and time that would be convenient for all of us.

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 Computer: Bridge.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Outside the lab door he takes out a PADD and checks his list:: SELF: Lets see, talk to CEO about tweeking engines for the Captain...check, the Doctors have their orders, next stop Duetonium storage. Some fun now. ::Heads for Deck 11::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 Bob: Hey! You! ::nears them:: Do you have permission from someone to be in here, and with that ::points to his camera:: on?

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::goes back to the LRS logs of just a few minutes ago to see what  it was that flickered on screen::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Begins to go over the sensor information::

Brett:
 <Bob> CMO: I was told not to take images of any patients...and I haven't.  Kylie just wanted some interior shots of the different departments for backgrounds.  Honest.

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::enters his office and starts going over reports and signing them::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: I'm detecting nothing on the short range sensors, Lt

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Sits at his desk, turns monitor to face him, and prepares for the incoming message. ::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::narrows eyes at the man:: Bob: How splendid for her. I catch you in here filming again without an escort and I will lock you in my morgue. ::crosses her arms and dares him to not take her seriously:: Clear?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: I'll check your sensor records now

Brett:
 <Bob> CMO: Oh yes maam, sorry to trouble you.  Won't happen again.  ::Backs out the door::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 <MO_Shepherd> ::silently wants to slip away to get  back to work...but decides it is best for this Bob if she stays::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::narrows eyes at the man until the doors close,then looks at Shepherd for a second...:: MO: Next time you catch him in here, don't hesitate to transport him to the morgue and lock him in there. ::turns and walks away, back to her previous task:: And I am so not kidding.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: On LRS... there was a contact... bearing 300 degrees from our present course. There is no other information that was detected.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: Okay.  ::mumbles to herself:: Self: Lets see.....where are you?

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 <MO_Shepherd> ::blinks and shakes head slightly as she returns to work...::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::goes back to watching LRS more carefully::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 <Patient> ::agrees and nods:: CNS: I'll send you a list of our species' recipes. Unfortunately, T`oainkingl isn't fond of Vulcan culinaries. ::slightly apologetic expression:: Too bland. He needs his seasonings. I'll make certain to find something that isn't too imposing on your sensitive palette.

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::refrains from raising and eyebrow, and simply nods:: Patient: Thank you. ::sees the turbolift has arrived the bridge:: Until next time?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::taps the console with her finger:: CSO: Is this it?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Turns off monitor, stands, thinks for a moment, crosses to replicator. ::   Computer:  Green tea with ginsing infusion.  ::waits for the 'whirl' to stop before taking the tea and returning to desk::

Brett:
 <Bob> ::Shakes his head and moves on::  Self: I should have taken that music video camerman job...

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Tags what she noticed and sends it to Rykmals console::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Spends this time to compose a personal message concerning the info he just received.::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 <Patient> ::sends what her species would determine to be a smile:: CNS: Until next time, Counselor.

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::finishes signing off on repair reports.  Leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes, feeling very tired::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: Is this what you noticed?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Stands and leaves Ready Room. ::

Brett:
 Action: The two officers pooring over the sensor logs are startled by another contact appearing on their screen.  It looks to be the same one.  It stays longer this time, and the range has decreased as the Del has moved closer.  It appears stationary.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Enters Bridge and crosses to his chair. ::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO: Lt. Did you see that?

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: Sir we have a contact that we are drawing closer to.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::nods at the CTO::

Brett:
 Action: The blip vanishes again, as if the Sensors can't lock onto it...perhaps it is a cloaked object

Brett:
 <Faint> ::Sits up straighter and then stands, ready to move to wherever the action is::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Does a scan:: CO: It just vanished sir.  It might be cloaked

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: It seems that we are seeing the same thing, yes. ::looks down:: and now it has vanished... ::brow slightly furrows:: perhaps it is a cloaked vessel.

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::exits the turbolift, therefore entering the bridge, and takes into scope who is there::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO/CTO: Keep an eye on it, see if you can refine the long-range scan.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CO: Aye

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: Sir it is well off the trade route we are currently following, We would have to change course in order to intercept its location.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: I will endeavor to do what I can.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Sets up the scanners to keep scanning the area in case it pops up again::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Try to refine the scan, I would prefer not to leave the route unless absolutely necessary.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::sees what she can do to focus more sensor time to that area in order to capure more data from the contact::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: We could send a probe to gather data for us from a closer range.

Brett:
 Action: As the CSO and CTO combine their efforts, they are able to use the lateral sensors to suppliment the long range sensors and pick up the object again.  It is about the size of a Starfleet Deep Space station; fairly small.  It is stationary and it is hard to keep on sensors...because of this, no hard data is forthcoming.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Good, configure a probe and launch when it's ready.

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::finds his entrance on the bridge to be good timing, listening to the incoming reports::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::nods an affirmative at the Captain, begins configuring a probe, expecting the CTO to report on their findings::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO/CO: We've got something.  ::studies her board:: CO: It's small, about the size of a Starfleet deep space station

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO/CSO: Continue to monitor. Try to determine why it keeps fading?

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Nods:: CO: Aye

Brett:
 <Bob> ::Enters the bridge and goes to stand beside Faint, handing her a small message chip::

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::hears what is going on on the bridge and heads back to the main console in engineering to see what he can do to boost power to the sensor arrays::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Waits to hear telemetry from the probe. ::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Her antenne move down towards her head:: Self: What is this?

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: As I have done a long tour on the Romulan border... this cloak... it does not act like a type of device we normally see... ::finishes configuring the Type 5 Recon probe:: It is most perplexing... ::launches probe to seek out the contact::

Brett:
 Action: The Probe arcs away toward the distant mystery.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CSO/CO: It's almost like its either absrobing the sensor waves or bouncing them back at us

Brett:
 <Faint> ::reads the message chip in her personal data padd and then looks at her cameraman::  Bob: Is this confirmed?

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::listening to the commentary on the bridge, while stretching his mind, wondering if there are other means of contact possible in the meantime::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO: We may have to resort to non-conventional methods of getting information?

Brett:
 Action: The probe closes on the unknown object and some data begins filtering back.  It is indeed a space installation of some sort, though of a type not seen by the library computers... it seems to be a small central structure with a large array around it, accounting for its size...

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 CO: I think we might

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: It appears to be a communications or sensor array by its design. This design also appears to be very advanced. ::raises eyebrow again, plainly intrigued::

Brett:
 Action: As the probe closes on the structure it registers a brief energy surge and then a flash of light.

Brett:
 Action: The probe's telemetry goes dead.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: What ever it is... it does not wish to have us know more. ::simply stated:: The probe is no longer returning data to us.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: I see... keep an eye on it and see if there's any further activity while you compile the data we did receive. Look for any clues that might help us understand what it is.. assess the danger as well.

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Antenne wiggle slightly:: CSO: So it seems to know we're here, since it destroyed our probe

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Indeed. ::goes back to try to make sense of the data they have recieved already::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Watches the telemetry, looking for some clue about the unknown out there... ::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Goes over the information that the probe did send::

Brett:
 <Faint> CO: Captain, I just received word from FNS...the USS Annapurna has been destroyed in Synod space...

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::looks at Faint and digests the news correctly::

CTO_Lt_Llynisika:
 ::Glances up at what Faint said::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 Faint: That has yet to be confirmed, Ms. Faint. I can not comment further at this time.

Brett:
 <Faint> CO: Um, Captain.  She was destroyed by the USS Quirinus.  Only her Captain survived...

Brett:
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