Exile
Episode Name: Exile Written By: Starfleet Cast: Edwards, Ghorev, Havaris, Haven, Leah, Tahlandi and Zeel. Produced By: Starfleet Directed By: Starfleet Aired On: Sun Mar 03 00:27:45 2002 Stardate: 52200.6
Time: Sat Mar 02 20:58:46 2002
Stardate: 52200.5
Commander Balin has left the station for a meeting on Dulcais Prime, leaving Edwards in charge. Ghorev, giving an Ops tour to Zeel, is near the science station. Tahlandi sits stoically at Operations. Ensign Haven is lingering near the door to the turbolift, keeping an eye on Zeel, as part of the Security Department's directive to secure all Orion women on board the station. All has been quiet for this shift.
Tahlandi glances up from her console and turns her chair slightly to face Edwards. "Incoming hail, sir."
Edwards looks up, from where he was inspecting the controls on the main command chair, and nods toward Tahlandi, "Put it on the main screen."
Ghorev eyes the science console, in fact, still lingering by it. "Hrm. Michael, we've got six incoming bogeys according to this, one followed by five more."
Tahlandi turns back to her console at Edwards' affirmation, tapping a few buttons... then she frowns. "Sir... the message is extremely distorted. My guess is that the one that's being chased is being jammed by the other five. I'll try to clean it up, but it's extremely messy..."
Zeel almost makes a motion to take over the controls at the science station,
but stops herself. This is Ghorev's domain, and she's not going to interfere.
Instead, she clasps her hands tighter about her back, watching.
Haven remains in position, her eyes watching Zeel.
The transmission is an ocean of static as it appears on the screen with
nothing but unintelligible shadows seen underneath, like a Ferengi Pirate
Subspace Radio relay. Waves of white noise roll across it. ".....-un Nine,
th-... -e are *unintelligible* -ack. Help us, pl-..."
Edwards stands, frowning at the lack of good reception. Glancing toward
Ghorev, he inquires, "Can you ID those ships?" Facing forward again,
he orders, "Try harder, Ensign. It sounded like they were asking for help.
I want to know what's going on."
Ghorev nods. "I can try by warp profile, but it's easier from a station
that better handles warp profiles." He motions to Zeel. "Take
Engineering station 2." He himself heads towards the first one. "We're
going to start you off with some immersion training, it seems."
Ghorev sits down at Engineering I.
Tahlandi nods slightly... "Yes sir... I'll see if I can patch any more
of it together..."
Zeel nods and slips into the second engineering station, "Yessir..."
She smirks to herself, murmuring softly, "Nothing like a little hands-on
experience."
Zeel sits down at Engineering II.
Haven pushes off the console she was leaning on and makes her way to the
Engineering console. Quickly she takes up a position behind Zeels chair.
GAME: Tahlandi spends a courage point.
The image doesn't clear up, but cuts out entirely with a flash of static that
could only mean their communications have gone down entirely. The tactical
console starts to flash angrily.
Edwards mutters, "So much for that." When he notices the tactical
console, he almost heads for it, then remembers that he's in charge. "You.
Haven. Tactical" he orders as he points to her. "Ake, give me
something to work with here."
Ghorev already has an answer at the ready: "Occan ships, Michael.
Apparently, all of them. Ensign Zeel, access our databanks on the Occans and see
what kind of ship technology they have."
Tahlandi frowns. "Sir... the five ships are now firing on the one in
front."
Zeel nods twice, her fingers flying over the keys as she searches through the
databank, "Aye sir..."
Haven cocks a brow at Edwards then shrugs and slips into to the chair
situated before the tactical console. "Aye, Sir."
The ships can be seen on the viewer as smally little dots now that the
transmission has cut out.
GAME: Zeel spends a courage point.
Edwards grimaces, "Occans." He shakes his head and looks to Haven,
"Ready a spread of torpedoes. Make sure they detonate between the attacking
ships. I want them to break formation and get shaken up, not destroyed."
Zeel's eyes light up and she grins. "Got it! Occa is one of those 'lost'
colonies from before the Federation. Human. Hmm... they're fairly primitive
vessels, apparently. Low level shields and laser armaments. Ships go a maximum
of warp six. Doesn't look like their technology poses much of a threat to the
station, sir."
Haven taps the console before her as she shifts her stance, "The lead
vessel is damaged and losing speed. Her shields are at 20 percent. Scan indicate
that the pursuing vessels appear to have technology equal to ours and they are
popping shots when every they can." Her running commentary is cut short by
the orders to fire. Laying in a course for the torpedos, she speaks as she
moves, "Torpedos away!"
Haven's shot fires wide, but photons coming in the direction of their
inferior ships is enough to make them scatter. The lead ship continues its
approach, when a laser cuts through its remaining shields and into one of their
embedded nacelles. It starts to vent plasma ominously.
Edwards holds his breath when he hears about how primitive those ships are.
However, when it becomes obvious that none of them have been destroyed, he
exhales. "Tahlandi, is that ship in transporter range? If so, I want you to
get whoever's on it aboard the moment their shields drop." he states.
"Haven, raise shields the moment they're aboard. Science, status
report."
Sciences does not respond to Edwards' order, as it is currently unmanned.
Ghorev says "That ship's going to blow in mere moments. Beam out advised
*immediately*! If we get shields up in time, we'll be alright." He looks
worried, though. "Advise Ops to warn any merchant ships in orbit but not
docked to raise shields likewise."
Tahlandi quickly looks back at Edwards. "Sir, the ship is within range,
and shields are down. Beaming them directly to Ops..." Her fingers fly over
the console.
Tahlandi continues, "Six life signs... interference from the core, but
I'll do what I can..."
Haven taps away at her console, preparing to raise station shields when the
crew is beamed aboard.
Ghorev says, sharply, "Ensign, I'll do what I can to clean up that
interference, but this is *NOT* going to be easy....." He starts working
the Engineering Console, trying to bypass certain settings and enhance others as
an override of the transporter systems.
GAME: Ghorev spends a courage point.
"I'll try and see if I can't get a dump of the ship's computer memory
before it explodes," Zeel reports, typing away at the console, "It
doesn't seem as if the processing core is badly damaged."
Six spots of sparkling light appear on the lower part of the Operations deck
with a metallic whine. They fade out in gain suddenly and when they come back
only two remain. The Occan ship explodes on the viewscreen with the help of one
of the other Occan ships' lasers. The opposing ships peel away from the fiery
wreckage and turn toward home, kicking into full impulse, running for warp.
Haven punches the shields up just as the shockwave rumbles across the station,
causing it to vibrate for a few moments.
The beam's gain rises again and two figures end up standing on the deck. One
is the Security Minister Vhypist, dressed in all black and looking the worse for
wear. Another, younger, official stands beside him, and he is dressed in a grey
suit that probably looked pretty good an hour ago. Both are smeared with smudges
of soot from head to toe, as if they'd been running their ship on coal power
alone.
The viewports light up with a bright white light for a moment, and the
station shudders underfoot as a blast wave rolls across the station's shields.
Edwards says "Computer, yellow alert."
The computer acknowledges Edwards with a bleep.
The station goes to yellow alert.
Edwards calls out, "Medic!" He steadies himself, so he doesn't go
tumbling all over the place thanks to the shockwave, then moves toward the two
figures. "You're safe now."
Vhypist and the other official look about. "The others?" asks the
human Security Minister.
Ghorev says "Unfortunately, Minister, there was too much interference
from the plasma your ship was leaking. We couldn't get a sufficient lock on the
others." He frowns lightly. "I'm ... sorry."
Tahlandi nods slowly... "I apologize. The core was breaching... I barely
got you two away."
Zeel mutters a few choice Orion curses, smacking her fist against the
computer console and scowling. "Dammit."
Haven takes a last look at her console then nods to Edwards. Quick steps take
her to the two visitors. After removing a tricorder from her kit, she begins to
scan the pair.
Edwards doesn't comment on the ones who didn't make it. "What happened,
Minister?" he questions. "Although I think I have a good idea
already."
Ghorev leans over and says something quietly to Zeel.
Edwards's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant JG Havaris
to Lieutenant Edwards."
Edwards taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant Edwards here."
From Edwards's comm badge, Havaris says, "Your orders, Sir?"
Vhypist asks, in horror. "The President?! IS THE PRESIDENT SAFE?!"
he shouts.
Into his comm badge, Edwards says, "Standby, Mr. Havaris. I'm not sure
if we'll have more trouble, but it's wise to be careful."
From Edwards's comm badge, Havaris says, "Standing by, Sir. Havaris
out."
Edwards's comm badge ends its transmission.
Ghorev whispers to Zeel "Steady, Ensign. Start scanning the debris for
any escape pods, just in case."
Zeel glances over at Ghorev and nods twice, frowning. "Aye, sir,"
she replies softly, fingers trailing over the console.
Edwards glances between the others and Vhypist. "Minister, you and
your... friend were the only ones we could transport." he replies.
"Unless the President somehow made it off the ship on his own..."
Ghorev looks up. "We're checking on that now, Lieutenant."
After a few moments, Zeel sighs, shaking her head and running a hand through
her hair. "Sorry, sir. Looks like no one else made it off. I can't find any
evidence of escape pods."
Vhypist staggers back several feet. "I have.. I have failed." The
other gentlemen just looks speechless. The first man says, "Our people have
rebelled, and have driven us from Occa.. We.. We are the last two members of the
cabinet."
"Rebelled...?" Zeel asks, quirking an eyebrow and turning around to
look at the distraught minister, "A military coup or a populist
rebellion...?"
Ghorev says nothing, just shakes his head subtly at Zeel, as if it's not a
wise question, perhaps.
The yellow alert lights flash throughout the station.
Vhypist slices his hand horizontally through the air. "All of them,
they're all traitors!" he spits venomously.
Edwards replies, "Ooookay." He spares a look toward Ghorev, then
addresses the Occans, "Why don't we move you two down to the
Infirmary..."
Zeel looks about to say something else, but the look from Ghorev stops her
from doing anything further.
Haven steps back away from the pair, snapping her tricorder closed and
fitting it back into the kit. Walking over to Edwards she says softly,
"Some bruises and smoke inhalation. Nothing serious, Sir."
Vhypist looks to the other man, then back to Edwards. "I'm fine. You
must send your ships after our attackers!" he says, pointing toward a
bulkhead.
Ghorev says "Clearly by the fact that they have already left, Minister,
your attackers either believe you to be dead or don't care either way." He
says this matter of factly. "I should think, therefore, that taking the
time to consider the matter, all of us, yourselves included, is a luxury we can
afford."
Vhypist clenches his fist and grits his teeth. "They're /getting away/!
They have assassinated the legally elected representative of the Occan people
and they must be brought to /justice/!"
Tahlandi continues to monitor her console, her ears tilted slightly towards
Vhypist.
Edwards clears his throat, "Minister, I think it's safe to say that your
government has pretty much been dismantled and now we're going to go down to the
Infirmary and put you on a biobed under a forcefield where you can't hurt
yourself." He takes a moment to breathe after that sentence.
Zeel frowns a bit in confusion and opens her mouth to speak, but quickly
shuts it again after a glance at Ghorev."
Haven turns to the men, her hand falling to rest on the phaser. She slips the
medkit back into place and walks toward the pair, though she stays well out of
their reach. "Sir's," she begins, one hand gesturing to the turbolift,
"If you'll follow me, I'll take you to the Infirmary."
Ghorev stands and leaves Engineering I.
Ghorev comes around the railing and down into the command well.
"Lieutenant?" He moves closer as if to speak quietly, privately.
Vhypist shoots Edwards a poison glare and walks toward the turbolift. The
other man follows, keeping his eyes averted from the rest of the 419 crew. He
looks like he's gone into some sort of disbelief stage of grief as he follows
aimlessly.
Haven nods to Edwards as she walks to the turbolift, "I'm be in the
Infirmary, Sir. Any further orders?"
Edwards remarks, "Tahlandi, go with them." He looks to Ghorev and
raises an eyebrow.
Tahlandi blinks as she turns around, but stands swiftly... "Aye,
sir."
Vhypist has left.
Haven has left.
Tahlandi has left.
"I don't get it..." Zeel states when the Minister and the others
are gone, "If it was a populist revolution, how could their President been
a legal representative?"
Ghorev's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Ensign Harloc to
Lieutenant Ghorev."
Ghorev says, quietly, to Edwards, a low whisper, "Michael, regardless of
how we feel about them, the Minister .... " And then Zeel's question hits
his antennae and he sighs and speaks more clearly, loudly. "Regardless of
how we feel about them, Mr. Zeel" -- he turns to face her -- "they are
legally a sovereign, unaligned, neutral civilization, and entired to
Diplomat-----Blast."
Tapping his comm badge, Ghorev says, "Now is not a very good time, Mr.
Harloc. Make it quick."
The yellow alert lights flash throughout the station.
From Ghorev's comm badge, Harloc says, "Inquerying as to why we are in
yellow alert, sir."
Edwards says "Computer, stand down."
The computer acknowledges Edwards with a bleep.
The station stands down from alert.
Into his comm badge, Ghorev says, "We are no longer at yellow alert, Mr.
Harloc. And if we were, it would hardly be proper to expect me to take time from
an emergency situation for me to explain it to you now, would it? I will brief
the Engineering team after my presence in Ops on this matter is no longer
required."
Into his comm badge, Ghorev says, "Ghorev out."
Ghorev reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.
Edwards speaks up when Ghorev's comm conversation finishes, "Sure. Use
rationality." With a shake of his head, he remarks, "Yeah, okay,
you're right. At least I know that there's no way we should attack Occa. What do
you think we should do?"
"Do regs allow us to contact Occa, sir?" Zeel asks curiously,
"If they've installed an official new government, then the Minister doesn't
really have any diplomatic powers."
Ghorev says "What I was about to say, actually, was that regardless of
how we feel about Minister Vhypist and his government's people of his treatment
-- " Here he turns to Zeel and notes: "the Lieutenant and some of his
security teams witnessed first hand the populist movement and how the Occan
government dealt with them, and this was directly responsible for the rejection
of Occa's bid for Federation membership." And then turns back to Edwards
"--- they are still entitled to full diplomatic protection and courtesies
*until* Starfleet Command tells us otherwise."
Zeel blinks twice, quirking an eyebrow. She pauses a moment then turns back
to the console, typing on it.
Edwards considers that, "Well then. I guess we'll assign them some
quarters and an 'honor guard' until we can contact Command and find out what to
do with them." That said, he begins to head for the exit. "Now let's
go make sure that any diplomatic incidents are being caused in the
Infirmary."
Ghorev adds, after a moment, "And Starfleet Command is going to rely on
you, my friend, to make that determination. I know you don't care for the man,
but you *are* the Federation, to the Occans, right now, with the Old Man
away."
Edwards pauses, "That's an entirely frightening thought, isn't it?"
Ghorev says "Sobering, let us say."
Ghorev adds, with a smile, as he hops up to the outer circle, "Though I
know you and Ensign Zeel both hate that word."
Zeel passes a sidelong look at the Andorian, "What word,
Lieutenant...?"
Edwards smirks and resumes walking, "Come on, Zeel."
Zeel glances over and nods, standing and hurrying after, "Aye,
sir..."
Zeel stands and leaves Engineering II.
Tahlandi smiles kindly at Vhypist. "Sir, you need to rest and recover
from your encounter... you can discuss this when you're feeling better. Please,
lie down..."
Ghorev says, to Edwards, "You want to start talking to them while I
whistle up a diplomatic escort?"
Over Havaris's comm badge, someone says, "Go ahead, Ensign."
Into her comm badge, Haven says, "I need you in the Infirmary, Sir.
Right away."
From Haven's comm badge, Havaris says, "On my way, Ensign. Havaris
out."
Haven's comm badge ends its transmission.
Edwards nods toward Ghorev as he enters, "Please..."
Ghorev murmurs, "Actually, I believe that escort is on its way."
Vhypist is sitting on the edge of a bed. The other official of the Occan
government is lying on his back, weeping with one arm over his eyes.
Haven looks at Vhypist, "Sir, I am a medical officer who is trying to
render aid. I know that you are upset and angry right now but that isn't going
to help your cause any. Now, please lay down so I can treat you. I don't want to
be harsh but I will sedate you if needs be. So please, cooperate with me."
Vhypist says angrily as Edwards arrives, "You! I hold you personally
responsible for letting them get away." He lies back but still glares at
Edwards.
Havaris arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum
doors sliding silently closed behind him.
Havaris has arrived.
Leah arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors
sliding silently closed behind her.
Leah has arrived.
Edwards mutters under his breath, "Neat." Approaching the scene, he
motions for Haven to stand down, "Minister, I duly apologize for any
inconvenience..."
Ghorev pulls up a PADD as he and Edwards and Zeel enter, just a few moments
ahead of Havaris and Leah.
Haven keeps her mind firmly on her work as she lowers the clamshell and taps
the console, forcing oxygen through it and into Vhypist. Looking over a Edwards,
she gives a quick shake of her head then turns back to run an additional scan on
Vhypist.
Tahlandi turns away from Vhypist as he begins to yell at Edwards, her smile
immediately fading. She rolls her eyes as she heads over towards Edwards and
Ghorev.
Havaris steps in from Security. He'd been called there while out of uniform,
and he remains so now, though he carries a phaser in hand for lack of a holster.
He motions with a hand for Leah to halt beside him near the doors, calling
generally to the room. "Security, reporting as requested. Lieutenant
Havaris, Ensign Haven, respectively."
Zeel watches the goings on with a kind of detached curiosity, clasping her
hands behind her back.
Leah halts beside Havaris, one hand drifting to the grip of her phaser. She
looks on inwards, curious as to what's happening.
Edwards frowns as Haven proceeds, "I hope that counts as consent."
Stepping back, he glances to Havaris and Leah, "Just hold on for a moment.
After these two are checked out, they're going to need a security escort. For
their own protection, of course."
Vhypist frowns as he sits through Haven's tests. "Security, arrest Lt.
Edwards. He has aided and abetted known assassins!" whenever he spots Leah
and Havaris.
Tahlandi bites her lip and keeps her back towards Vhypist to hide her eyeroll.
Haven looking over at Edwards, she says, "I'd like a security officer to
remain with these Gentleman for the time being, Sir."
Edwards comments, "Nobody's going anywhere, Ensign." Turning to
Tahlandi, he orders, "Why don't you see if we have some diplomatic quarters
for our guests."
Havaris blinks at the subject on the bio-bed. No, really. He looks to Edwards
with a slow creep of a smile which he manages to school into a clearing of the
throat. Dutifully ignoring Vhypist, Havaris asks of Edwards, "Your orders,
Sir?" Mixed signals.
Vhypist clenches his eyes shut in frustration but remains silent as Haven
works on him.
Haven boggles at his response then tries again, "Sir, their leaving the
Infirmary is not my concern or the reason I asked for a guard to be
posted."
Tahlandi turns to Edwards and nods... "Aye, sir." She walks to the
closest computer panel and begins tapping on it, bringing up the quarter
manifests.
Edwards turns back to Haven, "You asked for security. Security is here.
They're not leaving." And then to Havaris, "Just... watch our two
guests, please." He motions to Vhypist and the other unnamed fellow who's
weeping on another bed.
Haven returns her attentions to Vhypist and the read outs scrolling across
the shell's screen. At this point she is choking back on her anger though only
those that know her can probably tell. Ducking her head to better see Vhypist,
she asks in a guarded tone, "Minister Vhypist, is your breathing any
easier?"
Leah knows when to keep her mouth shut. She looks to Havaris, motioning at
Haven and perking a questioning eyebrow.
Vhypist nods and starts to calm down. His breath rate and heart rate is still
up, as he is under a severe amount of distress.
Havaris shakes his head at Leah, motioning her to stand at the other side of
the door. He takes a sidestep and falls to at ease, his phaser concealed behind
his back. No sense in being in the way inside a crowded infirmary.
Tahlandi turns from the computer console and nods to Edwards. "It's all
set up, sir."
Edwards replies to Tahlandi, "Thank you." Moving closer to the
door, he looks to Havaris, "Once our guests have been checked out, they're
to be escorted to their quarters, and put under our kindest protection."
Haven reads over the scan results again then turns to the group gathered.
Raising her voice enough to be heard, she states flatly, "Out! All of you
with the exception of Security, kindly use the doors and leave. My patient is
under a large amount of stress and this.." she waves her hand at the group,
" ..isn't helping him any."
Ghorev is standing there quietly, looking over his PADD, saying nothing at
all, in fact, while all the madness goes on. At Haven's outburst, therefore, he
looks up at her, most annoyedly. "Ensign." His voice is quiet.
Leah moves to the position designated by Havaris and settles in, hands
clasped behind her at the small of her back.
Ghorev says "You are within your authority, of course, but remember
decorum. *Decorum*," he stresses, "Ensign, is something I hope they
still teach at Starfleet Medical, I am sure." And with that, he turns, as
well, for the door. "Ensign Zeel, we'll wait outside."
Havaris nods towards Edwards at the order, "Aye, Sir. Consider it
done." His gaze shifts to Ghorev before his head tilts towards the doorway.
Then to Tahlandi with similar tiltings of the head. Less uptight than Haven, but
backing up her request. "Sir," this to Ghorev, "she did say
'kindly' leave. Now is not the time for lectures, regardless." That said,
his face returns to front.
Zeel looks around rather nonplussed and merely nods to Ghorev, "Yessir."
Ghorev heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Ghorev has left.
Zeel heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Zeel has left.
Tahlandi frowns slightly before heading for the door.
Tahlandi heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Tahlandi has left.
Edwards watches everyone move past him. "Well, okay, I'll give out
orders outside." he comments. He wanders outside.
Edwards heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Edwards has left.
Havaris glances aside at Leah, noting with a hint of wry amusement, "I'm
not even supposed to be on duty." His gaze shifts back to forward, smirk
firmly in place.
"Such is life." Leah replies with a smile on her lips.
Haven rolls her eyes at the comments being made as she returns her attention
to Vhypist. "Sir, I'm going to sedate you for a while. Find what peace you
can in your rest and let the treatment work it's magic on your lungs and
throat." So saying, she loads a hypo and injects the medications, sending
him off to la la land.
