Dark Secrets, Part I

 Episode Name:  Dark Secrets, Part I

   Written By:  Belgarath

         Cast:  Belgarath, Dakin, Donavon, Medes, O'Rielly and Poole.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Belgarath

     Aired On:  Sun Apr 13 03:28:36 2003

     Stardate:  53138.3

Time: Sat Apr 12 20:20:31 2003

Stardate: 53137.5

Going over the information that Ghorev has provided him regarding a recently discovered bug in the station's systems, O'Rielly stumbles upon what looks like something that could trace the user of the bug. Only, he does not have the right computer knowledge to ascertain how to unlock that information.

O'Rielly sits down after discovering the information, looking over it while walking around, a brace still on his knee. After a moment he reaches up to his combadge.

O'Rielly taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant JG O'Rielly to Lieutenant JG Medes."

Over O'Rielly's comm badge a voice answers, "Lieutenant JG Medes here."

Into his comm badge, O'Rielly says, "Can you please report to my quarters Lieutenant."

From O'Rielly's comm badge, Medes says, "Mm. Yeah. I'll be there as soon as I get a PADD set up for Watch. Medes out."

O'Rielly's comm badge ends its transmission.

The door chime sounds from the direction of Out.

O'Rielly says into Out comm, "come"

Medes comes in from the corridor.

Medes has arrived.

O'Rielly is sitting in a chair, scouring over a padd, much like usual. "Ah Lieutenant, come in. I have something I believe you can help me with."

Medes, looking just about as exhausted as the last time O'Rielly saw her, steps in through the doors, a PADD in her hand. "What's that?" Her tone is clipped, short, but not unkind, simply weary and businesslike.

O'Rielly stands and heads over to the door, slowly with the brace like, and pushes the panel to secure the room. "I need your help. I've been going over the information obtained from the scans of the core... and I think I've found something." He holds out his padd, which has several areas marked, "If I'm not mistaken, they're clues that will point to the culprit... but alas, I am just not quite good enough to be able to dig in the right way."

Clipping the PADD which shows the computer core's operation on its screen to her waist -- be mobile /and/ be on Watch! -- Medes accepts the other PADD and squints down at it. "Well, I'm not Lieutenant Glemm, this isn't my area of specialization, but... " Blink. Blink blink. Her voice trails off, and she stares at the display on the PADD, squinting hard. "Prophets... " she finally exhales after a long period of silence. "I need to do some... god, and I used to tell my aunt I'd never use geometry in the real world. I need to look at some schematics. Ah. Your desktop terminal, Lieutenant?" She gestures toward the larger piece of hardware with her free hand.

O'Rielly nods, "Of course Lieutenant."

Settling herself in front of the terminal, Medes taps away, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. Her fingers fly adeptly, eyes narrowing upon occasion as she runs through the computer modeling sequences and backwards programming; schematics zoom past and pan out, slide back in and change. All of a sudden, her face pales, and her hands stop. "Lieutenant." A long pause. "I think you're going to want to look at this."

She slides her chair back a little and, swallowing hard, points to the screen, where a radius of access points splays itself in and around a portion of Deck 12.

The radius centers itself on Room 1205, and in the middle of that room, the LCARS cheerfully and helpfully blinks the name of its inhabitant:

Ambassador S'Terik.

O'Rielly looks down at the terminal, seeing Ambassador S'Terik's quarters. "Dammit..." He frowns and looks around the room for a moment, "Lieutenant, please double check that while I look over something." He takes back his padd and starts typing away at it.

Double-checking her work, Medes shakes her head slightly. Oddly enough, she looks somehow /relieved/ after the initial shock wears off, and her hands move surely once more.

O'Rielly frowns, "Lieutenant, can you tell me if the comm systems have been hacked. I need to know if we do anything, if it will be picked up by our hacker."

GAME: Medes spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Systems Engineering (Communications) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Tap. Tappity tap tap. "Negative. The communications systems have not been compromised." Medes shakes her head slightly, breathing out another sigh of relief. It's like she sees a light at the end of this tunnel.

. o O Medes thinks "It wasn't Nevaren. Thank you. Thank you, Prophets, for that mercy. Thank you."

O'Rielly breathes a sigh of relief himself. "Okay then, we're going to go down to security briefly, once you can confirm it is the Ambassador's quarters."

"I /have/ confirmed it, Lieutenant. There's not a doubt. The evidence... is. Extremely clear." Medes taps a few times, sending the information to her PADD and to O'Rielly's as well.

O'Rielly heads over to the terminal, checking for the location of officers on the station. It appears very obvious that it is security officers he is looking for.

Medes sits back, away from the terminal, waiting with her hands folded on her stomach. Idly, she toys with her wedding ring.

O'Rielly taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant JG O'Rielly to Ensign Donavon."

Over O'Rielly's comm badge a voice answers, "Ensign Donavon here."

Into his comm badge, O'Rielly says, "Ensign, meet me in security."

O'Rielly looks to Medes, "Make sure you have a tricorder, we're going down to security, then to those quarters."

From O'Rielly's comm badge, Donavon says, "Be right there Lieutenant"

O'Rielly reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

"I was on watch. I've got one." Medes untucks one from within her jacket and waggles it slightly in an indicative fashion before getting out of the chair.

O'Rielly charges into security... well not as fast as he may have if he didn't have a brace on his knee. His face looks pained. Medes should still be behind him, and he waits for her to enter before hitting the controls next to the door to lock them.

Medes patiently follows behind O'Rielly, letting him take the lead, though she's no such contraption on her leg slowing her down. Her face is tight, controlled.

Pace kept to a quick yet brisk pace at being summoned, the Junior Security Officer arrives just in time not to keep the other officers waiting terribly long. Donavon adjusts her uniform shirt by tugging at the hem, then steps into Station Security. Level eyes of brown glance at those within and the Ensign halts before her superiors.

O'Rielly looks to the ensign, "Ensign, there are two things I need from you. The first, is I need you to open the armory and retrieve two phasers for me."

Donavon arches a thin eyebrow as the Ensign hesitates and croaks, "Sir?" The order baffles the woman entirely. Eyes dart between O'Reilly and Medes in curiosity.

O'Rielly says, "Go into the armory and retreive two phasers. If you don't have access, my security clearances should open it. Also, open up a subspace channel to your boss."

Medes simply waits: one hand holds a tricorder, the other, a PADD. She clips the PADD to her waist, all the better to free up a hand for the phaser that's apparently forthcoming. "I'd advise you to follow his orders, Ensign. If it's any help, I order you to open the armory and retrieve two phasers for us. There. Now it's my butt on the line. Shall we? Time's wasting."

Donavon clears her throat. "The essense of the orders confused me, Sir. I have no access to the armory and was never given clearance by my boss to ever open it." Lightly, the Ensign pads over to the security panel, tapping in the codes and then raps her combadge to open a channel to her known boss.

O'Rielly looks confused, "I meant to Lieutenant Dakin, who is not on the station. It will take a subspace message, but do not let him know we are here yet." He looks rather impatient, and heads to a computer terminal to make sure that the armory can be unlocked for the ensign.

Donavon emits a short exasperated sigh. "Sir, Lieutenant JG Caeli is my known superior. I have yet to meet Lieutenant Dakin. I only wish to follow by procedures. Lieutenant Dakin would not have known who I am or my position since I arrived while he was gone."

"I'll do it, Lieutenant, if you've no objections. Dakin Rann needs to be the one to hear this, and he knows who I am." Medes pauses, glances across at Donavon, and notes, "Who I am, incidentally, is Lt. JG Medes. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but there are better ways." She heads for another terminal while O'Rielly assures that the armory can be opened.

Donavon turns to glance upon the computer terminal, unaware of the codes to impute. "Sir, why was not Lieutenant JG Golden called for? He could easily retrieve these phasers."

O'Rielly looks to Donavon, "I need two phasers Ensign, and I need them now. I know this is stressful and highly unusual, but I need those two phasers as soon as possible."

Eyes level with O'Rielly's as Donavon retrieves her concealed phasers. "I can't open the armory for obvious security reasons. Not sure why it doesn't open to yours. But here." Two phasers are passed to the Lieutenant JG.

Donavon reveals her Type I Phaser.

Donavon reveals her Type II Phaser.

Donavon gives O'Rielly her Type I Phaser.

And while Donavon does this, Medes is on the computer terminal. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Medes to Advent of Sorrow." The Advent of Sorrow's comm officer answers a moment later, "Good evening. I need to speak with Lt. Dakin Rann. Please inform him that this is a priority transmission from Lt. Medes and Lt. O'Rielly at Station 419 Upsilon." She waits, then.

Donavon gives O'Rielly her Type II Phaser.

O'Rielly looks to the ensign, "Thank you ensign, you're dismissed."

Donavon glances once more at the two officers before taking her leave as per orders.

Donavon heads out of the station security office, the transparent aluminum doors sliding open at her approach.

Donavon has left.

The terminal screen blinks from the RSE logo to a view of Dakin, looking not at all pleased to be where he is, and sporting about a couple days' facial growth. "Dakin here. What's up, Thea?"

O'Rielly heads over to the terminal and punches in a few buttons, initializing a secure transmission. "Lieutenant, are you alone? This needs to be secure." He appears on the screen next to Thea now.

Medes stands in front of the computer terminal, waiting for Dakin to arrive. Her lips have narrowed into a thin line. "Rann... " she begins, but then stops, her jaw setting as O'Rielly speaks. She wears an expression that's a strange mixture of stress and relief, and there are huge dark circles under her eyes.

Dakin nods to O'Rielly. "I'm in my quarters, I'm the only one here..." His eyes narrow. "Thea... what is it? What's going on?"

Medes glances aside at O'Rielly, apparently deferring to him on the matter. This /can't/ be good.

O'Rielly says, "I'm not sure how aware you've been, but the computer systems of the station were hacked into... the hacker is aboard your ship, it's Ambassador S'Terik."

Dakin blinks then frowns enough to make his nose-ridges meet his brow. "What files were accessed? And are you SURE it was S'Terik?"

O'Rielly nods, "We're sure." He looks to Medes, "She can give you a better idea of what's been accessed, but it might be quicker for her to list what hasn't been accessed."

"Rann." A long pause. "He even. Bugged. The. Shuttles." There's a brief fire that lights in Medes's eyes at that. Somebody violated her /babies./ She shakes her head and looks down for a moment before looking back at the screen. "It's... The access points. They're in an undeniable cluster. They were always accessed from around -- or /in/ -- the Ambassador's quarters. The data... it. It's /very/ clear, Rann."

Dakin frowns, then removes his PADD and taps a few commands into it. "Can you upload the evidence along this comm-line?"

O'Rielly says, "Lieutenant, if I'm wrong, I know my ass is done for," He turns to Medes to nod in a signal to send the information, "But if I'm right, you have a giant security risk right underneath your nose."

A few taps at her PADD, and then at the console, and Medes is uploading the data. "Incoming." Her expression hasn't changed much since the beginning.

Dakin looks between the screen and his PADD, as if he's set up a data-link from his console on the Advent of Sorrow. "Computer, delete attached data relating to this uplink." The computer replies in the affirmative, then Dakin returns to speak with the others. "Who else knows about this?"

O'Rielly shakes his head, "Nobody. I'm about to take Lieutenant Medes to the Ambassador's quarters."

Medes stands, waiting and watching; she folds her arms across her stomach, then unfolds them and fiddles with her wedding ring. Again.

Dakin nods sharply. "All right, notify the senior staff of your findings. Them and ONLY them, in addition to Lt. Idrani if she's available. I'll see what I can do on my end... and Lieutenant? Thea? This stays on the down-low until we find out what's going on. I'll contact you again once I've learned more. Advent of Sorrow out." And the screen goes blank, replaced by the UFP logo.

O'Rielly taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant JG O'Rielly to Lieutenant Poole."

Over O'Rielly's comm badge a voice answers, "Lieutenant Poole here."

Into his comm badge, O'Rielly says, "Lieutenant, Please report to the Security office."

From O'Rielly's comm badge, Poole says, "Wow, a please. Much better than yesterday. I am on my way, Mister O'Rielly."

Poole arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Poole has arrived.

O'Rielly is standing next to Medes right next to a terminal, and is handing her a phaser. He looks up as Poole comes in, "Lieutenant, we don't have time to deal with attitudes. We have uncovered the spy on the station."

O'Rielly gives Medes his Type II Phaser.

"The only attitude here is yours, Mister O'Rielly," Poole answers, moving to stand by the terminal. She reaches down into her boot and produces her type I, all focused on the business at hand. "Who is the rat, Bristol?"

O'Rielly sighs slightly, but keeps professional, realizing it's not a time to get into an argument. "Ambassador S'Terik ma'am."

Medes looks down at the phaser in her hand as if it might bite her for a moment, and raises her eyebrows at O'Rielly for a second. She doesn't look at Poole for a few long moments, then offers her friend a tense smile, and says nothing. She wasn't asked, after all.

. o O Medes thinks "I thought it might have been your husband. God. What is /wrong/ with me? Seeing shadows everywhere. Thinking my best friend's husband might be a /Romulan spy/."

Poole's expression is one of utter shock. "Ambassador. S'Terik?" She looks away, and then back again, narrowing her eyes slightly. "You're absolutely sure?"

"The data is very clear, Gwen," Medes replies quietly, tucking her tricorder away before raising her free hand to rub at the back of her head. She adds, "I triangulated it myself. Twice. It's... the bugs were accessed from within his quarters."

O'Rielly says, "Lt Medes checked and I had her doublecheck. We're sure. We contacted Lt. Dakin, as he's on the same ship with the Ambassador as far as I had remembered the plans, and we were just getting ready to find out for sure ourselves." Yes, he's hinting at throwing the idea of diplomatic immunity out the window, but of course, if it's your own diplomat, who said they have immunity.

Poole sighs deeply, the betrayal hitting quite hard it seems. "Shall we go into his quarters then?"

O'Rielly wields his Type I Phaser.

Poole reveals her Type I Phaser.

Poole wields her Type I Phaser.

Medes wields her Type II Phaser.

... nervously.

O'Rielly comes along the corridor the slowest, owing to the brace on his knee, but he comes with a phaser ready, just in case.

Poole leads the way, striding surely towards the correct door. She tugs out her tricorder and takes up a position next to said door. "Thea, give the lock a try?"

Poole reveals her Tricorder.

Medes is very nervously carrying her phaser. She comes along second, see, and makes sure that her phaser's pointed away from Poole. Tricky shots on Occa or no, she's still shot the 2O accidentally /once./ Doing it again would be... unfortunate.

Poole catches herself and sighs. "It's that flu, I swear..." She speaks to the computer now, "Computer, over-ride lock on quarters 1205, authorization Poole-Alpha-Gamma-Charlie."

The computer accepts the authorization and the doors to the Federation ambassador's quarters hiss open, revealing a dark and cold room.

Poole holds her tricorder out in front of her, scanning for traps that might have been laid by the sneaky sneaky spy. "Hold a moment."

O'Rielly nods, "Can you detect anything unusual Lt Medes?"

GAME: Poole spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Poole (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

Medes, unholstering her tricorder -- of /course/ she has a holster for her tricorder, she's an /Engineer/ -- does as Poole does, and makes with the scanny goodness.

GAME: Medes spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

"I've got nothing, how about you, Thea?" Poole asks, looking over at the tiny tiny engineer.

Medes crinkles up her nose for a moment. Havaris Jiasha says she has ridges, they're just usually in hiding: at the moment, they're actually not. Okay, so she looks like a squint-faced Bajoran, but that's not the point. "There's a sensor that'll detect entrance into the room, but that's it. Hold on for a moment." She grabs at her PADD, then realises she hasn't a free hand, so takes a moment to put her tricorder back in its holster before clipping her PADD off of her belt. Engineers need more hands, 's'true.

O'Rielly nods, "What kind can you tell? It may give us insight into who he's working for."

Poole keeps her phaser pointed into the room, peering one way and then another. "I'm rather more worried what the sensors might trip if we enter... it could delete all his personal information. Rob us of valuable information."

O'Rielly nods in agreement.

"I'm already working on it, Gwen," Medes says, looking down at her PADD. Stuffing her phaser into the crook of her armpit for a moment, she taps at said PADD. "Nope. I don't see any connection to the bug in the /core... /" She shuffles her PADD to her right hand and then, frustratedly, hands it off to Poole. "I'm out of hands, here, please hold this, Gwen." She holds her tricorder in her right hand, scanning again.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Poole conceals her tricorder again and accepts the PADD, "If we lose that information, there'll be hell to pay." She sighs, shaking her head.

"Well, you give it a look, then, Gwen, I'm not reading any connections," Medes says, squinting down at the tricorder and knuckling underneath one eye. Must. Sleep. Soon.

O'Rielly nods, "But we have our information proving the bugs came from here, and the fact that there are extra scanners is enough to help us out." He reaches down to his own tricorder as Medes asks for another look.

<CONTEST> Poole (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

Poole takes out that tricorder and tries one more time. "How many times a charm?" she asks, no one in particular.

"That grid is connected to something... I can't tell what... I guarantee it's not good. Whatever we do, we have to do it fast. I want one of you to get into his computer terminal as fast as possible," says Poole, offering Medes back her PADD. Tricorder in one hand and a phaser in the other.

O'Rielly glances to Medes, the engineer.

Medes snorts softly and shakes her head slightly. "How many times does it take? It's us, you know we'll get it." Tucking her tricorder away, she nods, and grabs her PADD. "I'll give a shot. Hold my phaser, now. I really do not have enough hands."

Poole sighs and tucks her own phaser back into her boot as she takes Medes' weapon. "Let's go. I'll enter first and cover you, Thea. Bristol, I want you right behind me. We need to find out what this sensor is connected to."

Medes lowers her weapons.

Medes gives Poole her Type II Phaser.

Poole lowers her weapons.

Poole wields her Type II Phaser.

"Can't get to it remotely," mutters Thea, nodding slightly. "Let's just hope that going in there doesn't crash everything."

O'Rielly nods, "Anybody got a light?" He glances to Medes, having some idea.

Poole smirks, "Fire is the bane of life in space, Bristol... you know that." She narrows her eyes as she glances into the dark again and says, "Poole to Security... Beam three wrist lights to my position, immediately."

Medes just waits, her mouth in a straight line. Her PADD is now clipped back to her waist, her tricorder in her right hand.

A dozen seconds later, the whirring sound of the transporters start up as three wrist lights appear on the floor near Poole.

Medes picks up a wrist light from the floor and straps it on without much ado. She flicks her light to 'on' and glances to Poole, waiting for her word.

Poole takes her light as well, holding it and her phaser in one hand, her tricorder in the other. "Ready?..."

O'Rielly takes his light and affixes it to his wrist. "Okay, I'm ready."

The three enter S'Terik's ambassadorial quarters. As the beams of light criss-cross the room, they see S'Terik's desk on the far side of the room, in a little alcove by the ports. The rest of the room is rather plain.

"Right. Shall I, then, Poole?" Medes asks, trying to sound much more casual than her voice allows.

Poole follows along the wall a bit, giving Medes cover. There's an internal debate in her head before she nods to the engineer. "Be careful... go along the walls." She works at her tricorder again, scanning for any more hidden sensors in the room.

. o O Poole thinks "Is it just me, or does this not smell right?"

. o O Medes thinks "This is /way/ too easy."

O'Rielly keeps along the walls, "Don't touch anything you don't need to." Yes this is obvious, but sometimes... He looks around the room with his light.

Medes keeps along the walls but doesn't touch them. She does, however, press a panel to activate the computer, and it slides up from the desk, its display lighting. Medes leans over -- it's not far, she is, after all, tiiiiny -- and sets to work.

The air is chill as Medes sets to work. The United Federation of Planets logo pops up, followed by a password screen.

Medes glances to Poole. "You authorizing this break-in, Lieutenant?" Note the shift to rank address from 'Gwen' or 'Poole.' This is Medes. This is Medes firmly covering her butt. One court-martial per year, thank you.

O'Rielly glances over to Medes, and then to Poole, looking down to his padd once more before looking up, He looks more to Poole as he says, "Consider it authorized by SI ma'am."

"With the security of the Station and possibly this sector of space up for grabs?" asks Poole from across the room. "I am authorizing this break-in, for the well-being of the Federation."

GAME: Medes spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Computer (Programming) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Tap tap tappity tap tap. "I'm in. I'm going to make a complete copy of this to the Cape Fear's computer core," Medes notes, "Unless one of you has a better idea. Before I do anything else, I want to make /sure/ I have a complete copy of this... of these... files."

O'Rielly nods, "Exactly what I want Lieutenant. After that, do what you can to remove any trace that we were here at all."

Poole keeps her weapon held forward, monitoring her tricorder.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Computer skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Copying....

Copying....

Copying....

Medes watches the information as it's being copied successfully to the Cape Fear.

. o O Medes thinks "Go to the shuttle. Live on the shuttle. You'll like the shuttle. It's my shuttle. My /uncompromised/ shuttle. My baby."

Before the engineer could transfer very much information out of the computer, however, the screen switches. It now shows letters, Romulan letters, over a dim background of a green dagger with the wings of the Romulan emblem - certainly a logo that has never been seen before. The letters are blinking, and the computer is emitting a soft klaxon.

That famous dexterity with obscene language comes into play as Medes spews forth a very descriptive and tri-lingual ennumeration of the many sins against carnality committed by S'Terik's mother. Involved are such things as machinery, livestock, Cardassians, and several other assorted and various inanimate objects of varying shapes and likely impossible sizes. Best not to think about it too much. "Lemme try to get it back, /damnit!/" is the last thing she says before her hands reach for the machine again.

O'Rielly looks to Poole, "Aw crap." He starts making his way towards the door, especially since he's slowed a little bit. "Lieutenant, I think we may want to call for a higher alert...."

<CONTEST> Poole (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

"Override, /damnit!/ Let me /off of this screen!/" Medes's fingers tap on the desktop console furiously, little beads of sweat forming on her forehead and all over her bald skull. Occasionally, the light from a wrist light catches them in a way that would be kinda pretty, if it weren't just kinda weird.

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming disadvantage) contests her Coordination (Reaction) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Dramatically Fails!

Poole blinks at the klaxon. Then down at her tricorder and back up again. "Everybody out, /now/...." She touches her combadge, "Poole to Operations, go to yellow alert."

. o O Poole thinks "Gut feeling says get your butt out of here now."

While the engineer is busy trying to bypass the new screen, a bolt of energy arches across S'Terik's desk. Unfortunately for Medes, the bolt latches on to her. She locks up instead of being pushed backwards, resulting in an extended period of electrotherapy. When the electricity disappears a few seconds later, the computer goes dead and Medes drops to the floor.

The yellow alert lights flash on and a klaxon sounds throughout the station.

O'Rielly rushes over to Medes, not caring how the brace affects him. He pulls out his tricorder while he runs scans on her when he reaches her, dropping down to his good knee, as well as leaning over her, to see if he can tell if she's breathing or not even as he scans her.

Medes twitches, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back in her head. If she had hair, it would probably stand on end. Maybe her eyebrows are standing on end. It's hard to tell.

<CONTEST> O'Rielly (claiming disadvantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Poole throws herself across the room, covering the distance between her and Medes fast. She hits her combadge again. "Medical, be prepared to receive a site-to-site... this is an emergency."

"Understood," comes the reply from Poole's combadge.

Medes twitches, her muscles still spasming from the electricity left in her body. Biobed three, here she comes!

O'Rielly looks to Poole, "Her systems are erratic, but she's stabilizing."

"Stabalizing or not, she's going to the infirmary," Poole reaches out to touch Medes. "Hold on, Thea..." Tap, tap, "Operations, emergency site-to-site.. Lt. Medes to the infirmary. /Now/."

O'Rielly nods, "I was refering to that she should be safe for transport."

Medes disappears in a horizontal column of blue lights.

Medes has left.

Yellow alert lights continue to flash, though the klaxons have ceased.

O'Rielly sighs, "Dammit." He smacks the floor with one of his hands, not looking too happy at all.

"Psychology, not biological medicine, right?" Poole asks curiously, a slight frown on her face. "The other thing you're good at, I mean." She peers over at the desk terminal, frowning. "Suggestions, Bristol?"

O'Rielly says, "Psychology yes, but I of course received basic first aid and all the other good stuff they feel Starfleet officers and SI people should know. Never know when we'll need to try and resuscitate a culprit." He stands looks towards the terminal. "First off we need to check on the computer core... with all the bugs inserted in it, this could have had an effect on the station's core." He looks around, "And we need to let Lieutenant Dakin know. As of this moment Ambassador S'Terik is wanted by Starfleet Intelligence."

A viewscreen hooked up to the wall opposite of S'Terik's desk comes to life, showing the winged dagger before switching to an image of S'Terik.

Poole's gut feeling is that this is /really/ bad. "O'Rielly. Edge towards the door. I'll come with you." Crawl, crawl, crawl.

O'Rielly edges towards the door and taps his combadge, "Operations, keep a transporter lock on myself and Lieutenant Poole."

"You have no doubt realized who I am by now," says the S'Terik on the screen. "I must congratulate you, for you have done well."

"I doubt I am being held captive," continues the recorded S'Terik. "Though if I am, then my apologies. However, the most likely outcome is that I am either dead or gone. In which case, I would simply wish to leave you with this:"

O'Rielly gets closer and closer to the door, he definitely doesn't like the sound of that. His hand rests right above his combadge, just in case.

"Keep moving," Poole instructs O'Rielly, not that he needs the instruction. The recorded S'Terik, the betrayer, disturbs her, that much is extremely obvious. She can't watch, but she can't look away.

S'Terik continues to say, "Commander Balin, it's been a pleasure working with you. Lieutenants Edwards and Ghorev, you two have been /very/ accomodating as well. Idrani, I see much potential in you. Do not give up, though I know diplomacy has given you much trouble. B'val, I must admit, you are an interesting nemesis. I look forward to see what plans you have to unfold. And last, and perhaps least, K'net-Mauri, the symbol of the weakness in the Star Empire. Hear this, the Tal'Kaden will return Romulus to its true ways. Your pitiful government as it now stands will not last for long."

From O'Rielly's comm badge, Javits says, "Aye, sir."

"S'Terik?... A zealot?" Poole asks no one in particular, shaking her head. Crawl, crawl, crawl.

S'Terik leans back, a grin forming on his face. "It's been fun working with all of you these past couple of years. But now, I must bid farewell." His image disappears, replaced by the winged dagger.

O'Rielly reaches the door, but doesn't move to go out just yet, he waits behind for Poole, keeping his hand ever close to his combadge.

Now /that/ sends Poole over the edge. "I've never met a grinning Vulcan before... except Nevaren. That was the scuttlebutt when he first came aboard... Bloody Romulans." She pauses where she is and nods to O'Rielly, "Have them beam us out of here and seal the doors. The infirmary would be preferable."

Into his comm badge, O'Rielly says, "Two to beam to the infirmary, and seal off Quarters 1205, allowing access to only those with a level 7 security clearance or higher."

From O'Rielly's comm badge, Javits says, "Energizing, sir."

O'Rielly and Poole disappear in swirling, blue lights.