Star Trek: A Call To Duty
U.S.S. Tal-War NCC-80872 - SD 10712.09

Starring:

Ian Robinson			as         [CEO] Commander Thomas T. Quchant

…Also Starring…

Scott Knight			as 	[FCO] 	Commander William X. Foster
Julie Ledger			as	[OPS]	Lt. Commander Sharra Telgar
Einar Sigurdsson		as	[CSO] 	Lieutenant William York
Cathy Knights			as         [CMO]	Lieutenant JG Ren Ro’kar
Sophie Wakeling		as 	[CIV] 	Captain Anya Jameson

…Guest Starring…

Arlene McIntyre     		as	[NPC - EO]	Lt. Commander Lorehani Quchant
as	[NPC]		Lieutenant JG Gopher
as	[NPC]		Tikki
as	[NPC]		Captain Adamson
Julie Ledger			as	[NPC - OPS]	Lieutenant H’lo

…Absent…

James Sager			as 	[CO] 	Commander Trelan Karr
David Gibson			as	[XO] 	Commander Tobius Wuer
                        …Direction…

Arlene McIntyre      		as 	U.S.S. Tal-War – SM

SUMMARY:  The Prince Charming have come upon the planet where the gun running is suppose to be happening along with their posse of media.  The USS Rothchild has also reached the planet and the plan is about to go into reality.

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FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::sitting rather uncomfortably on his broken stool::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: sitting in the XO's chair ::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
::sitting in the big chair of the freighter::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Is sitting on the floor, in a corner on the bridge::
ACTION:  The communication station lights up.  A message from the Rothchild.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: what's the ETA to the planet

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
<H’lo> COM: Rothchild:  This is the Prince Charming, go ahead Rothchild.

<H’lo> CEO:  Incoming hail Sir.

Capt_Adamson says:
@COM:Tal War:  That is Capt Chloe Adamson, I want to speak to Capt Trelan.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
H'lo: on screen

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CEO: We're almost in orbit... which is going to be the next challenge.

<H’lo> :: nods ::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: Captain Trelan is not available at the moment.  Can I help you?

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
::  sits and listens, wishing she was sitting back at her station ::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Open her PADD to make notes about the interaction::

Capt_Adamson says:
@COM:CEO:  What do you mean he is not available.  He is suppose to be available.  Go find him Commander.  ::Taps the arm of her chair::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: Unavailable means, not currently available for you to talk to.  Going and finding him will not change this fact.  Demanding that he be produced is not logical

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: wonders when the CEO became Vulcan ::

Capt_Adamson says:
@COM:CEO:  ::Leans forward in her chair.::  You don't look like a Vulcan Commander, kindly don't act like one.  Fine then, is your team ready.  Mine is and we need the distraction if we are going to pull this mission off.  So what is your status.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::stifles a laugh and tries to fidget the freighter into an appropriate orbit position::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Smiles a little to herself, making sure it doesn't become the smirk she mentally wants it be, after hearing the Commander, and then Telgar's opinion::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: You don't have to be Vulcan to notice illogic.  The crew of the Tal-War is always ready

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: nod in agreement with the CEO ::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::taps a few more comments into her PADD::

Capt_Adamson says:
@::Chuckles a bit.::  COM:CEO:  A feisty one I see... Capt Trelan is right about you.  ::Smiles::  You'll do.  You need to be on the planet with in 10 mins.  Don't forget your hoard of media they are paramount.  Might as well use them.

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::groans at the thought of more media::  Self: Not going to help morale

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: Then we are ahead of schedule....planetary orbit in 7 mins

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
<morale>

Capt_Adamson says:
@COM:CEO:  Understood.  My lead on the ground is my XO.  Commander Johnson.  You can't miss him.  He is a huge Klingon.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: Generally, in comparison to human physiology, all Klingons are huge....especially the women... ::winks::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: speaks under her breath ::  Self:  Great....huge Klingon....that's inconspicuous.

ACTION:  A Klingon fills the screen in front of Capt Adamson.

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Grins at Telgar::  OPS: Hide in plain sight and all that

Capt_Adamson says:
@::Laughs::  COM:CEO:  But they are great in a fight and other things.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Klingon: NuqNeq!

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::jumps back at the sight of the Klingon almost falling off his chair:: All: Gahh!

Capt_Adamson says:
@<Johnson> COM:CEO:  NugNeg  ::Thumps his arm across his chest.::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
All: Brave man, is our pilot ::Grins at Foster::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: shakes her head :: H'lo:  Would you please request a new chair for flight?

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CIV: I know they said big but I wasn't expecting that big.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: Crew of the Tal-War out.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::yawns silently while watching the ordeal::

<H’lo> :: nods::  OPS:  Aye Sir, right away.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: I want orbit in 5 mins

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Raises an eyebrow:: FCO: That's Klingons for you!

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: Make it ...flashy

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CEO: You can have it in 3 if I can stay on my chair that long.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: Get the presses attention

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: looks at the CEO :: CEO:  I thought we were trying to get rid of those jerks!

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*Lorehani*: get ready to leak the plasma manifolds into space.  controlled leak 300ppm.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Transporter coordinates? ::wants to make sure there's nothing down there::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
CEO: Sir.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: We have to keep the presses attention...we're the distraction remember

Lorehani says:
*CEO*:  Aye Commander.  Give me two minutes.

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
OPS:  No Sir, actually, this is the first I've heard of it.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CEO: Can I try it with a roll?

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: Please feed Lt York the transport co-ordinates

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*Lore*: you've got 45 seconds

Lorehani says:
*CEO*:  Are you crazy!!!!  Do you want me to flood the ship!

<H’lo>  CEO:  Aye Sir.  Coordinates transferred to Lt York.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*Lorey*: orbit's in three mins

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: You can try it with any bread product you'd like

CSO_Lt_York says:
::nods to the OPS officers and starts inputting them in the scanner::

Lorehani says:
::Grumbles:: *CEO*:  You are sleeping on the couch tonight mister!  25 secs to plasma vent.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::tries a risky maneuver heading straight for the planet and pulling out at the very last second::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*All hands*: brace for ...well...trouble

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::incorporates a couple of barrel rolls in to the Maneuver::

CIV_Capt_Jameson says:
::Tries to brace herself in the corner::

CSO_Lt_York says:
::shakes his head silently but sure fully::

ACTION:  The Press junket follows suit and one ship stalls and starts free falling to the planet.

ACTION:  Plasma is vented into space.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Sir...great plan, one ship down. That was the plan yes? To kill press? ::looks at his console::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: Eh?  ::sigh::  Can you get a tractor lock on them?

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: steps to a console quickly :: H'lo:  Get a transporter lock on those fools!

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: A lot of friction....

<H’lo> :: nods and taps at the console ::

ACTION:  The Rothchild locks onto the press ship with it's tractor beam and slowly pulls it back into orbit.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: They are going way too fast sir...::tries to tractor anyway::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: taps at the console to help get a transporter lock on the people inside ::

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: That ..... was not us.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: status?

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: do we have a stable orbit?

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: The Rotchild has them.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: good.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*Lore*: shut down the venting

Lorehani says:
::Fingers fly over the console.::  *CEO*:  Venting shut down.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Good sir? Lucky.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: possibly...however, we'll take a win anyway we can get it

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CEO: Yeah... just, got a little hairy for a moment but we're here.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: You didn't get a win..sir. You barely got away after recklessly endangering a crew of civilians with a foolhardy stunt.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::turns away from his console::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: sits back down in her chair and thinks that this is not fun anymore ::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: Lt. York, we're following orders.  You'll keep comments like that to yourself or you'll be relieved.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Where in our orders does it say lure a press ship into a gravitational well, sir? ::anger in his voice:: This will be going on record sir.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CSO: What's wrong York? did I spill your coffee? ::grins::

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: I'll do my job, but I will be reporting this to Starfleet. ::tries to get his anger under control and returns to his console, scanning the beam down coordinates::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: I'm sure they'll get a full report.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CSO: Besides... they didn't HAVE to follow us move for move.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO: are we in a secure orbit?

ACTION:  The intruder alert goes off.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::looks at the FCO for a moment and wonders if he was born this naive or just plain stupid::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: shakes her head :: FCO/CSO:  Look, there no need for recriminations now.

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
All:  What the....?!?!?!?

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::hears the intruder alarm:: CEO: Well the orbit's secure but I'm not so sure the ship is.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: Report

CSO_Lt_York says:
All: Intruder alert...

CSO_Lt_York says:
::tries to see what popped up::

Tikki says:
::Slithers down the hallway looking for anyone and everyone.  Particularly the bridge.  She was going to get the story of the century.::

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Internal scans...inconclusive. A fancy way of saying they are second rate space junk I have to work with on this mission.

@<Capt Adamson> COM:CEO:  Commander this is Capt Adamson...  Are you going to the planet or waiting on an invitation?
CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
COM: Adamson: We have an intruder alert here.....
CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: agreed....
CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: You have transport co-ords?

@<Capt Adamson> ::Sighs::  COM:CEO:  Understood, just get someone on the planet post haste.  My team is heading down in two minutes.

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Yes.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::wonders where these Starfleet Captains get off being so impatient::

Tikki says:
::Reaches a door and opens it.  Holocam at the ready she opens the door and bursts onto the bridge.::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: Good.
CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: Secure that individual.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::turns around :: Tikki: What in the world?

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
FCO/CSO: Transport down to the planet

Tikki says:
All:  Hey!!  I have the press immunity!  You can't touch me!

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: Sir....I found the intruder.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
CSO: well done indeed

Tikki says:
::Antennae twitching around.::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
CEO:  Aye Sir.  :: stands up, grabs a tricorder and phaser and leaves to find the intruder ::

CSO_Lt_York says:
CEO: It's what I do.....::locks down his console and steps back:: FCO: Coming...sir ?

Tikki says:
All:  Do you have a comment?

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: Test out the theory to see if this press person has immunity to stun

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CSO: On my way. ::stands up and stretches his legs a little before following the CSO::

Tikki says:
::Gets everyone on record.   It is a live feed to her ship which is going out on the airwaves.::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: nods  and points the phaser at Tikki ::  Tikki:  I'll bet you drop just like anyone else.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::walks past the petite Andorian woman barely laughing as he steps into the corridor::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: scans the woman for any recording devices ::

Tikki says:
::Giggles::  All:  I'm loving this.  You are Telgar... Is it true you are sleeping with the Captain?

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::barges past the reporter as he goes to catch up with the CSO::

CSO_Lt_York says:
::stops in the corridor at a junction:: FCO: Left or right?

Tikki says:
CEO:  Is it true you married an Andorian and deprived her of her quard and children?

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::points:: CSO: That way. I think...

Tikki says:
CIV:  Is it true you were relieved from command because you wouldn't cave to Telgar's demands!

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: now Lt.

CSO_Lt_York says:
FCO: You're the pilot. ::walks that way::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
Tikki:  That's it.  :; stuns the woman ::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::finds a door:: CSO: This must be it. ::opens it and steps in::

Tikki says:
::Goes flying against the bulkhead smashing her head.  All caught on camera.  She is now unconscious::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: continues to scan her for any type of recording device and transmitter ::

CSO_Lt_York says:
::steps inside and grabs his phaser and tricorder from the officer in there before stepping onto the transporter pad::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: check her out medically.  Then assuming she's ok, secure her in the brig

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: press or not, she infiltrated a Starfleet vessel

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: checks the woman’s vital signs, she seems to be just unconscious ::
FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
CSO: Aw fer...

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: finds the recording and transmitting devices and attempts to deactivate them ::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
<and my last>

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: I find stepping on them effective

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::steps on to the PADD:: CSO: Good thing we didn't go the other way, we may have ended up in someone's quarters.

CSO_Lt_York says:
::just nods as he fastens his gear::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
CEO:  I was hoping to study them Sir, but, I suppose stepping on them would work too.  :: smiles ::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
::nods to the transporter controller::

CSO_Lt_York says:
::stifles another yawn::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: puts the 2 small devices on the deck and steps down hard on them with the heel of her boot ::

Gopher says:
FCO:  Anywhere in particular Sirs?

CSO_Lt_York says:
Gopher: Oh bloody hell it's you.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
Gopher: Didn't I put you in the brig today?

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: gets a couple of security officers to take the reporter tot he brig ::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
CEO:  You know that went out on a newsfeed right?

Gopher says:
::Smiles a big smile::  All:  Good to see you too Sirs.  FCO:  No, you seem remiss in your duties today beside my Aunt the Admiral will not let you continually throw me into the bridge.  ::Fingers go up the console and the two men shimmer out of existence.::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: well they did say they wanted the press on us as a distraction

CSO_Lt_York says:
Gopher: Just ge....::his voice fades out as they transport::

ACTION:  The two men materialize on the planet.  They end up on stage during a bawdy dance routine.

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
CEO:  But, I don't think they meant literally.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@Gopher: t us.....what?

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::smiles::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@::appears on the surface:: CSO: Did I ever tell you how much I hate that guy?

ACTION:  several ladies slink up to the two men.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::smiles and starts dancing to the beat:: FCO: I don't know....he's not so bad. ::winks at the ladies::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@CSO: Why do I get the feeling this isn't where we were supposed to land? ::grins::

CSO_Lt_York says:
@FCO: Oh I'm getting a feeling sir! A good feeling. ::calls over the music as the women dance around him::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@CSO: We still have work to do York, fraternize later.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: Did they beam down?

ACTION:  Several holo cameras flash as the press get tons of pictures.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::sighs then grins at the women:: Dancers: Later....duty calls.

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: looks over at H'lo::

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@::Taps his badge:: *CEO*: Umm Commander?

<H’lo>  CEO/OPS:  Aye Sirs, they beamed down alright.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*FCO*: Yes?  ::hears loud music in the background::

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::starts stepping off the stage:: FCO: You know after you and goldilocks started "fraternizing" you aren't so much fun anymore.

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@*CEO*: Where the hell are we?

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
::looks at OPS::

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*FCO*: You should have beamed down to the meeting place

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@*CEO*: Well... ::looks around:: We met, someone.

<H’lo>  :: tries no to giggle :: CEO:  If I may Sir, they happen to be in the middle of a....well....according to the description on the data base, it is called, "Arineds Fun Palace"

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
*FCO*: you appear to be in a fun palace.

ACTION;  H'lo who is also monitoring the press vehicles sees the pictures of York and Foster dancing with the women and having a good time.  She quickly looks back a Telgar thinking that Foster is a dead man.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@Self: I'm so spending my shore leave here.

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: sees the picture coming up on the screen and stands up :: H'lo:  What the hell is that?

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@*CEO*: Ok, remind me to Brig Gopher when I get back... I thought we were supposed to be meeting that immense Klingon.

<H’lo> OPS:  Ummm, it a press image Sir...of, ummm, Lt York and Commander Foster.

CEO_Cmdr_Quchant says:
OPS: check the co-ordinates we were sent.  reference them against the coordinates the away team beamed down to

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
H'lo  :: checks the coordinates and tries not to look at Telgar. ::

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::takes what looks like a Martini from a tray passing by::

ACTION:  As the men step off the stage and big burly Klingon slaps them both on the shoulder and butt heads them.

<H’lo> CEO:  They are the correct coordinates Sir.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::spills his glass all over the FCO in the process::

OPS_LtCmdr_Telgar says:
:: glares at the screen and mumbles under her breath :: Self:  I'll make him think just dancing with her......

FCO_Cmdr_Foster says:
@::tries hard not to fall flat on his back:: Klingon: Thanks, I wasn't quite in enough pain when we beamed down.

CSO_Lt_York says:
@::grabs a table before hitting the ground:: Klingon: P'taq !

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Star Trek: A Call To Duty - USS Tal-War
“The Price of Fame “
Original Air Date: 10712.09
Script Editor: David Gibson
Executive Producer: Arlene McIntrye

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