A Day In the Life Of...

 Episode Name:  A Day In the Life Of...

   Written By:  Grey and Starfleet

         Cast:  Anderson, Annova, Daren Enxica, Grey, Harris, 
                Hurley, Nabrun, Park, Sein and T'Lyna.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Sun Jan 23 00:34:01 2005

     Stardate:  54700.5

Time: Sat Jan 22 21:25:26 2005

Stardate: 54700.1

With little warning a transport vessel has approached Station 419-Upsilon, hailing to ask for permission to dock. The transport originated from Betazoid. Permission was given and a group of officers where assembled to greet them. A customs officer, the assistant diplomatic attache, an operations officer, a Betazoid counselor and a doctor. There they stand gathered outside the airlock to greet the Betazoids.

The airlock opens with a soft hiss, allowing the Betazoids within to begin spilling out. Once all are out of the airlock there are about 20 or 30 of them clustered into a group. Eyes wander around, taking in the room and the Starfleet officers gathered even as an older steps forwards and smiles. .Thank you for allowing us aboard your station. My name is Nedara Sein, we are here seeking out the cure for Acute Paracortial Hyperstimulus.

Nabrun steps forward, smile warm and welcoming, yet professional and polite. "Greetings," she says quietly, "And welcome aboard." She pauses to look around, taking count, it would appear. "I am Barana Nabrun, Assistant Counselor. How many have made the journey?"

Park steps up to the woman, offering a hand. "Welcome aboard. I'm Aaron Park, Chief Medical Officer.", he begins, then proceeds to introduce the remainder of the team. "Unfortunately Doctor Albertzs isn't available, but I have all of the information we'll need to begin treating all of you. If I can get a listing of those on board your vessel, we can begin to coordinate that for you."

Hurley, being one of the lower-ranked in the room, just smiles brightly to the new arrivals. If there's one thing that Christine excells at, it's welcoming people.

Annova introduces herself, "Hello, I'm Ensign Annova, assistant diplomatic attache. " It's a simple introduction with due formality.

. o O Annova feels calm, interested curiousity.

. o O Park feels a bit of concern, but also some positive anticipation.

T'Lyna stands near the rear of the welcoming party, observing silently. She listens as the female Betazoid speaks, one brow raising fractionally at the statement of intent. As her turn comes, she inclines her head politely. "I am Ensign T'lyna, station Customs Inspector." Ever the efficient Vulcan, she adds, "Have you any cargo which you intend to transport aboard the station?"

. o O Park thinks, "We're gonna have a full house for a while."

. o O Nabrun is bubbling over with anticipation, but trying to temper it with professionalism. There's a brief spurt of sheepishness, but it's quickly overtaken by hope.

Sein smiles first to Nabrun and then to Park. "Greetings, Counselor, Doctor. There are 26 of use, though only 22 suffer." She smiles to the other as well. "Its a pleasure to be here. And no, no cargo that needs to come aboard the station." While she is calm, some in the back are obviously bubbling with excitement.

. o O Sein is calm and relaxed, though others in the group are very excited.

Nabrun glances sidelong at Park, looking briefly sheepish for a moment. The smile remains in place as she turns back to Sein and the others, nodding once.

T'Lyna nods once, and brings out her ever-present dataPADD, quickly entering in a short string of data, her duty as Customs Inspector discharged.

. o O Annova thinks, "Well, this should be a happy occasion. I hope the facilities here can accomodate them all."

Park rubs his hands together. "OK then. Christine, if you can T'Lyna can coordinate groups of 6 to rotate into the Infirmary from here, or place them into quarters if we have room. Barana, if you can Lauris can head to the Infirmary and get everything prepped, I'm going to review the proceedures that we're going to be using."

Ooh, a plan. Hurley glances over to Park, smiles brightly to him as well and responds, "Yes, Sir." Offering another smile to the Vulcan near her, she says, "22 divided by 6 isn't even, as I'm sure you know, so it'd probably be easiest to do 3 groups of 6 and a group of 4. If we send the smallest group of four up first, we're less likely to run into overcrowding problems. The *other* four," she pauses and glances over towards Sein, "Do they have any necessities? Or can I get them anything? Drink? Food? Chocolate?" Of course chocolate is separated from the other necessities; it is one of its own.

Sein shakes her head to Park. "No, Doctor. We made this trip together and we will stay together. I appreciate that you would like to make us comfortable, but we will stay together," she says softly. She is still calm, but others in the group are getting even more excited. Several at the back are almost bouncing. Sein smiles to Hurley. "Something to drink would be nice."

Nabrun seems, well, a touch surprised by something, but the smile remains in place. "Of course, Sir," she tells Park, and starts away. Even though she hears the desire to stay together, and it gives her a brief pause, she keeps going.

Hurley pauses as well in her animated babbling a T'Lyna to look over towards Park, questioningly. It never fails. You can /never/ go with Plan A.

. o O Sein thinks, "It is pleasant to see fellow Betazoids. Thank you for welcoming us here."

T'Lyna inclines her head to Hurley, acknowledging the logic of her suggestion, then raises a brow at Sein's response. "To have the entire group within the confines of the Infirmary could prove to be uncomfortable, as well as detrimental to the Infirmary staff's ability to effectively treat patients. Perhaps the remaining group would care to wait together in a more comfortable and pleasant location while their companions are being treated? The Observation Garden, perhaps?"

. o O Sein still remains clam though others in the group are growing more and more excited.

Park pauses a bit, but then nods just as quickly. "Certainly, but it will be a bit crowded inside, as we only have a small Infirmary. We'll just proceed as we planned, but from there.", he says with a smile. "If you'll all follow me."

Sein nods to Park and smiles again. "I understand, Doctor. We all do. We are very excited to be here and very interested in the cure."

<CONTEST> T'Lyna contests her Psi (Focus) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

. o O Hurley thinks, "Are they afraid of us? Why on earth would they need to stay in such a large group?"

. o O Balin thinks, "Damn if I get one more PADD, I'm going to scream."

. o O Bela thinks, "Where is Michael? He was supposed to be home with the baby an hour ago..."

. o O Park thinks, "I guess if they're OK being crammed into the Infirmary."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Welcome aboard. I hope we're able to help. Are there any special needs?"

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "It it highly illogical to wish to remain together, knowing the spacial limitations of our Infirmary..."

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "What is going on? I can hear other people's thoughts."

. o O Anderson thinks, "What in the heck, who do I call?"

. o O Hurley thinks, "Too... many... voices..."

. o O Casya thinks, "...what the?? What did Milara /put/ in this drink?!"

. o O Neya is panicked, frightened.

. o O T'Pral thinks, "What is this invasion?"

. o O Jatila thinks, "... What the /hells/? Ashau!"

Park stumbles a bit as he moves down the corridor. "Oh boy>

. o O Sailamh thinks, "That's it. The federation has driven me insane. In under two days."

. o O Nabrun is more than a bit surprised.

. o O King thinks, "Who in the heck are these voices not mine."

. o O Balin thinks, "Well, this is a change. I'm back, baby! I'M BACK!"

T'Lyna's brows raise. Both of them.

. o O Sailamh thinks, "Back where?"

Hurley can only take so much. She closes her eyes tightly and brings both hands to cup her ears.

. o O Strell thinks, "Do no harm to those that harm you. Offer them peace, then you will have peace."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Calm. Breathe. Inhale. ExHOWINTHEHELL? Captain?"

. o O Krylow thinks, "Barana? I can hear you. I can hear everyone in my mind."

. o O Park thinks, "Oh, this is /so/ not good."

. o O Harris thinks, "What in the -hell-?"

. o O Annova thinks, "All this emotion. I'm feeling overloaded. All these thoughts."

Nabrun stops dead and takes a few slow, deep breaths.

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Aaron? Suppressors. We'll need the supply. Honored visitor Sein, what is this, please?"

. o O T'Pral thinks, "Fascinating."

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "this... is not logical."

. o O Sailamh starts stonewalling. A forceful sort of concentrated 'quiet'.

Annova blinks rapidly, confused.

. o O Hurley thinks, "Oh god. Make it stop make it stop make it stop."

. o O Sein thinks, "I have no idea, Counselor Nabrun. I have not felt this before either."

. o O Balin tries to broadcast an image of peace. A large, open plain with a gentle breeze. "Calm," he says. "Everyone remain calm."

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "Ok. I'm used to hearing other voices. But not in my head."

. o O Jatila thinks, "Easy for you to say, Butcher!"

T'Lyna's brow is furrowed in a most un-Vulcan-like frown as she turns toward Hurley, tentatively reaching out a hand. After all, physical contact couldn't make things much /worse/, right? "Ensign, are you all right?" She very deliberately speaks /aloud/.

. o O Williams thinks, "Remain calm? Have I finally fallen off the deep end?"

. o O Nabrun echoes Balin's sentiment mentally, adding her own image of the plain to overlay his. "Deep breaths, please. Inhale and exhale. We're working on figuring this out."

"Too.. many.. /what/ is going on?" Hurley asks, eyes still closed, hands still cupping her ears. "Can everyone else hear this? Of course they can. What's going on?"

. o O Strell thinks, "My lirpa. I must arm myself." A pause. "Do no harm to those that harm you. Offer them peace, then you will have peace."

. o O Park thinks, "I wonder what Wendy's doing.......Last night was amazing.....I can inject some psi inhibitors into them and maybe that will stop it.....Oh my /god/, why did I think that?"

. o O Prochazka thinks, "What's all the voices? Am I still asleep and dreaming?"

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "...I do not believe a lirpa would be of assistance in this difficulty."

Nabrun turns back to the others and makes her way toward Park. "Aaron," she says quietly, verbally. "The inhibitors are..." She falters, blinking. Cue blush. "Ahem. The inhibitors are in the Infirmary. Can you take ENS Hurley down to get several doses?" Her voice is just a -touch- shaky.

Park stops and starts turning around. "OK, everyone get back on the ship! Now!", he shouts for some reason. "Barana, get to the Infirmary and get me as much psi inhibitor as you can find." Yep, he still yelling.

. o O Krylow thinks, "Of all the things I wanted to know about my commanding officers, that wasn't one of them. I'm never going to be able to look Wendy in her eyes again."

. o O Balin thinks, "There's a damned Romulan in my head! Get out! Out!"

. o O Sailamh is actively hostile, resistant to the intrusion. A calculated, concentrated, willful attempt at blockage, touched with an impression of being invaded.

Annova goes with the people to help get them back on their ship. "We will come to you to treat you. Your presence here is causing some difficulties," she explains aloud.

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "Maybe I can drink this away. Or dull the background noise."

. o O Neya projects a mental image of Hamish Albertz, three times larger than life, leering wickedly as he advances on her with a foot-long hypospray. He's all teeth and overly red hair. And horns.

. o O Hurley thinks, "Edan. Oh god, is Edan alright? Duty. Duty first. Right. Visitors."

. o O Williams thinks, "Of all the people in my head, Krylow had to be one of them."

. o O Annova feels confusion, a contained energy. Images of dealing with refugees on farflung worlds, war scenes, carnage, quickly suppressed. Adrenaline on full.

. o O Jatila thinks, "Oh, what an opportunity..." A thought she doesn't even realize she has. But her mind turns toward Balin's, probing for weak spots."

. o O Casya thinks, "How do Betazoids /deal/ with this? It's a wonder they aren't all of them insane..."

Nabrun is rather like a duck in a shooting gallery. Her head snaps back at Park's yell, and then she's off again, spun in the other direction, toward the infirmary.

. o O Taimol thinks, "Prophets full of wisdom and grace, please, please, remove the voices from my head."

Some of the Betazoids argue, but relucantly they file back on. Only, nothing changes. The thoughts keep going.

Park keeps yelling over the voices in his head. "Just keep going. We'll get you treated but we're just having a problem.", he says.

. o O Prochazka thinks, "I need a drink..."

. o O Harris thinks, "Forget drinking. Get me a phaser."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Even in my head, you can't keep your mouth closed Williams. That figures."

. o O Hurley thinks, "Alright. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Slower. No hyperventilating. In. Out. Ok, I think I'm calmer now. Focus. I can focus on... yes. T'Lyna's eyebrow. I'll focus there."

. o O Bela thinks, "EVERYONE SHUT UP. My baby is crying because of you!"

. o O Fitzpatrick's mental voice is sleepy, as if she's just waking up. "Mmmmm. Hmph. Mac's gone. Damnit. I knew there was a reason I was cold. Dakin. That's right. Groan. I've got to deal with that today. He's just a Pup who needs to be taken to his back.

. o O Jiasha thinks, "Mine too."

. o O Park thinks, "Why can't this stuff ever be easy?"

. o O T'Lyna begins doing mental arithmetic to order her thoughts, then stops abruptly. A word that could only be an ancient Vulcan curse echoes through her mind.

. o O Jiasha thinks, "Look. My children are terrified. No one's crazy. Something's going on. Shut up, calm down."

. o O Nabrun projects, "AARON! Stop yelling before someone hits you. You cannot drown the voices out. Imagine a radio in your mind. Turn the volume dial down. Background. Soft music."

. o O Strell thinks, "Do no harm to those that harm you. Do -no- harm. DO. NO. HARM."

. o O Park of he and Wendy dancing on the deck of their boat.

Hurley finally opens her eyes to look at T'Lyna, specifically her eyes and says, softly and slowly, "Ensign, try focusing away from your thoughts. Focus on something you can physically see." Visibly, she draws in a deep breath and slowly releases it.

Annova deals as diplomatically as possible with the excited buzz of Betazoids, giving them the typical spiel that they will be treated promptly, answering questions, providing reassurances, as they get on the ship. When she returns, to no change whatsoever."Oh man. We're going to need psi inhibitors for -everybody-."

. o O Jatila rocks back at the force of Strell's thoughts, even confusing his with hers for some reason. Confusion in her mind, as her thoughts retreat, quiet.

. o O Prochazka thinks, "This is one of the days I wish I was home... Think of the streets of Praha when I was a child. Praha..."

. o O Williams thinks, "Hey, /Ensign/ Krylow, that's Lieutenant or Sir to you, or I will bust you pack to cadet, you arrogant jerk."

. o O Balin thinks, "Stand down, Williams."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "These thoughts are of no substance. They will pass over and through. We are not the sum of our thoughts."

. o O Casya thinks, "please, if you're going to fight, could you please not do it in my head? It hurts enough already..."

. o O Annova thinks, "Don't think about sex. Don't think about sex. Don't. Oh my goodness."

. o O Williams thinks, "Aye, Sir."

. o O Bela can't help it. She thinks of sex. On Ghorev's desk.

. o O Harris thinks, "Now -that's- an image."

. o O Jiasha concentrates a large amount of her energy to feeling good an happy, channelling it somewhere towards T'Pral.

. o O Casya thinks, "/Bela/!!"

. o O Bela thinks, "It was with Michael! Not the blue man!"

. o O Taimol thinks, "Oh, my. Prophets, that was not something that I needed in my mind."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Thank you, Captain."

. o O Casya thinks, "...oh. Well. That's okay, then."

. o O Fitzpatrick pauses mentally, and there's the sensation of a head shaking. "Ok, my blood sugar's low. Or high. This is just nuts. My hip hurts. Oh, lovely. Now I'm imagining other pups who need taken to their backs. I feel like the alpha female in a pack of idiots. Why are these thoughts...Oh, OW. Splinters. Wait, why am I thinking of Sex on the CO's desk? He's cute, and he's got rhythm. Mmmmm. Rhythm. Poor Alek, he had the rhythm of a convulsing Klingon.

. o O Prochazka thinks, "If we should happen to be the sum of our thoughts, this looks bad. And as for all those thoughts about sex, I wish it would be possible to close my eyes and get away from all this."

. o O Park thinks, "I will not think of my desk.....I will /not/ think of my desk........."

. o O Jatila thinks, "Degenerate humans."

Annova says, "We've -got- to get psi inhibitors distributed generally throughout the station OR figure out how these people serve as some kind of...I dunno...hyperstimulus."

Hurley draws in another deep breath and slowly releases it again. "Commander," she says slowly, "I.. I think I can help Barana." Another deep breath is drawn in and she keeps her eyes focused on T'Lyna's face. "If I do not, I fear this station will know far more about each of us than they *really* *need* *to*."

Annova is now talking to Park. "Doctor. What can we do?"

. o O Jiasha 's thoughts start wandering to Sex. With Lux.

T'Lyna's brow is furrowed as she struggles to fight off this mental invasion.

. o O Strell is singularly unable to cope with the invasion(s?) of his mind. Forget Surak, it's time to get out the lirpa and crush skulls.

. o O Balin thinks, "Could everyone concentrate on what they're doing?"

. o O Balin thinks, "Just relax."

Park finally gets his voice under control. "OK, get the inhibitors. We'll give them to the group and then get them to move away from the station to see if that works."

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "This is like several hundred mind melds, gone horribly wrong. All at once. Logic. Must focus..."

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "This is not what I had in mind when I said I need to get inside the heads of my customers."

. o O Neya takes Sailamh's words to heart and concentrates on the best thing she can. Unfortunately, the best thing she can is what you would expect of a recently freed Orion pleasure slave. The image of an older man's face pops into her mind, the sensation of 'Master.' Dance for him, make him smile, make him proud.

. o O T'Pral thinks, "We are more than our thoughts. There is more. There is more than body. Calmness. In control there is safety. We survive through supression."

. o O Sia thinks, "Well, at least the voices arn't telling me to kill, kill, kill."

. o O Jiasha wretches herself back to the general good vibes/concentration. T'pral is as good as any place to focus.

. o O Park thinks, "Psi inhibitor, get them away from the station."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Right Mary. A Klingon? I'll remember that next time we char."

. o O Jatila thinks, "NO! No, Strell!"

Annova goes to help Barana. "Let's get you out there, pronto."

. o O Fitzpatrick sighs mentally. "Right. Now I'm having conversations with Alek in my mind. You were good, sweetheart. We had fun together. But you were young. Or maybe I'm just getting..." There's a break in her thoughts, as if sleep is clearing. "Who is Strell and why am I thinking about it? Did Alek have a puppy named Strell?"

Hurley nods to Park and draws out a DataPADD that she can focus on before she turns to follow Nabrun off towards the Infirmary. "Computer, Bajoran history, 10,000 years." On her trek to the infirmary, she keeps her eyes focused on the PADD In hand.

. o O T'Pral concentrates on serenity, finding a center in the storm of thoughts.

. o O Balin thinks, "Counselor Nabrun, start weeding through and finding the people who are having the most difficulty and order them by priority to get the inhibitor. Put the Romulans at the top of the list."

Sein looks to Park and frowns. "Doctor, what is happening to your station? Should we go to the infirmary?"

. o O Jiasha thinks, "Bigot."

Nabrun is jogging, at the moment, and about to the infirmary. "Psi inhibitors. Bottom left. Replicate more," she calls over her shoulder.

. o O Prochazka thinks, "Stand up, walk to door, walk out of door, walk to lift..."

. o O Krylow thinks, "No, Marry. You're in my head. As is everyone else on the station."

Annova looks at Park. "Let's start, I should think, by administering the psi inhibitor drug to Sein and her party. "

. o O Jatila sounds terrified. "Barana! The Gallery!" She utterly ignores Balin and his racism. "He's gone mad!"

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Aye, Sir. Jat? Are you about?"

. o O Balin flashes a pleasant image of Jatila getting escorted to security, but he suppresses it.

Park shakes his head. "No, get off the station and back onto your ship.", he tells the woman. "We're going to bring inhibitors and give you some. Then you need to clear the area and we'll come to you."

. o O Park thinks, "Captain, I'd suggest that we issue General Quarters."

. o O Fitzpatrick thinks, "There's trouble. Security team, in the office, on the double."

. o O Hurley thinks, "The first orb was received 10,000 years ago. Right, Barana. Bottom left. I'll replicate."

The red alert klaxon sounds throughout the station.

. o O Balin thinks, "All hands to general quarters."

. o O Casya thinks, "...I /really/ don't like that noise..."

. o O Krylow thinks, "What can we do Barana? I can't....I have to go back to the"

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "Ok. Try to focus on something. Oh no. Time to report to my duty station."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "Think of those things in which you find calm. Think only of the moment between wakefulness and sleep."

. o O Williams envisions a beautiful woman in his mind, she is lying on a biobed, "Maria. I'm sorry I did this to you."

. o O Jiasha flashes with a sort of gutteral protectiveness after Balin's brief image. But she goes back, as her baby is still radiating a quiet terror, to trying to focus on good things, good things. Probably spitefully, she thinks happy happy thoughts about K'net-mauri.

. o O Nabrun projects, "Love? Get people to quarters. Look and act calm, even if you don't feel it."

. o O Sia thinks, "...general quarters? Perhaps I could figure out whats going on if these VOICES WOULD GET OUT OF MY HEAD. Damn humans and there federation."

. o O Sia thinks, "Probably means I should go to those quarters they issued."

. o O Strell thinks, "Williams. Yes, he will be first."

. o O Park thinks, "Lock down the Gallery."

T'Lyna lifts a hand to her temple, having difficulty sorting through the gobbledygook of other people's thoughts. "Sir... what can.... how may I assist?" she asks, turning to Park.

. o O Strell is filled with righteous fury.

. o O Fitzpatrick thinks, "Security's on the way to the Gallery."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "Sanek."

. o O Prochazka thinks, "We really need to get some better sound for these situations. The current one gets on my nerves."

"Barana," Hurley finally speaks aloud once she reaches the infirmary, though she's obviously distracting herself with the information on her PADD, which she continues to focus on. "Do I continue to help you or move to Operations?"

. o O Balin thinks, "Mr. Williams, get to Level 18 and make sure to help the new civilians to their destinations."

. o O Jatila thinks a long string of obscenities, all laced with intense fear. "Security! Get here! NOW!"

. o O Williams thinks, "On my way, Sir."

. o O Sia thinks, "Thank god. It does mean to my quarters."

Park looks at the Vulcan. "We need to just get them onto the ship and hold them there. Once we get the inhibitor, we'll give it to them and see if that stops this. If not, we'll go from there."

Nabrun shakes her head. "Follow SOP Christine, I've got it," she says with a smile. "Let's get these back." She gathers a box of the inhibitors on hand, and heads for the door, back to the others.

. o O Balin thinks, "Park. Send me a med tech up to Ops with psi suppressor. Double-time."

. o O Annova thinks, "Now if you'll just let us take you to your ship, we can make arrangements to treat all of you more quickly. Please, come with me."

<CONTEST> T'Lyna contests her Psi (Focus) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

. o O Sia thinks, "Where were those quarters again?"

"I'll take the psi suppressor to Ops," Christine says, barely aware of the suggestions in her mind. "Unless, of course, I should stay." She looks pale and on the verge of getting sick, but, she's still standing and working. There's something to be said about Harris blood.

. o O Sia thinks, "Thank god."

. o O Park thinks, "Marcus, grab a hypo and psi suppressor and get it to Ops."

. o O Sia thinks, "So, I'm hearing other people's thoughts."

Nabrun shakes her head. "Come on Christine, I need you with me. Come on, darlin. You can do it." She offers a weak smile. "Grab the inhibitors from the rep and let's go.

Annova continues verbally and mentally trying to persuade the party to leave the ship.

T'Lyna nods distractedly. "Right. I'll... I'll ensure that they remain aboard." she assures him. She's hanging onto her control, if just barely. Stepping toward the Betazoids, she gestures in a very no-nonsense, security-esque way for any stragglers to do an about-face and return to their ship. "Please. Your presence is causing difficulties. We must get you away, if we are to retain enough control over ourselves to be able to assist you."

. o O Balin thinks, "All Federation Vulcans report to Operations."

Hurley nods, slips the PADD back onto her belt, and grabs the inhibitors as instructed. Now, however, she focuses on the back of Nabrun's head as she follows her back towards the ship. "Barana, do you go through this /every day/? I... I don't think I envy you anymore."

T'Lyna stops in her tracks and turns back toward Park. "You heard, I assume, Doctor? I must go."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "This is what it was like when I first got to the Academy. And people wonder why I started to lose my mind."

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "On my way."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "I lose control when I am touched. By the katras of all my ancestors I will not break c'thia now."

T'Lyna heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

T'Lyna has left.

. o O Neya thinks, "It's a shame that she -can't- focus on her best thing. Suddenly the face of a man, a man who, if any have seen him, would recognize as someone called Minos, appears in her mind's eye. There's a look on his face, something quietly menacing."

. o O Hurley thinks, "I don't think I could cope with this day in and day out, Barana. It can be a beautiful.. and.. terrifying thing. How do you focus?"

. o O Neya feels Fear. Pain. Anger.

. o O Casya lets out a terrified mental scream as the image of Minos appears in her mind. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "Casya!"

Nabrun comes back with a box, followed by Christine. "Here we are, Aaron," she says, forced cheer in her voice.

. o O Bela thinks, "Casya!"

Hurley pales at the thought of Minos in her mind and stops short. There's no amount of focus that can stop that and keep Casya's scream out of her mind. Suddenly, her eyes widen and she hollars, "Casya!"

. o O Prochazka thinks, "I wish I could find something hard to hit myself over the head with. All these thoughts are too much..."

. o O Balin thinks, "T'Pral. Focus. Operations, now."

. o O Krylow thinks, "The Neutral Zone is clear now, except for Chief Dovoro and I. The Orion visitors are heading to their quarters."

. o O Casya whimpers, "...don't let him take me... not again..."

. o O Hurley thinks, "Oh god. Casya. I left her alone again. I have to get to Casya. I. Have. To."

. o O Annova thinks, "Captain. I'm assuming you don't mean T'Lyn. I think she may be needed here with the greeting party of Betazoids."

. o O Sailamh rather forcefully suggests, "Both of you. He cannot touch you here. The Starfleet is stronger than Minos. He is an ugly butterfly better crushed than eaten."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Christine. Stop. Breathe. You're needed. We need to find the woman who thought that. Get these to Aaron, then find the people who need us."

. o O Jatila almost cries with regret. "I'm sorry, ashau..."

Park is obviously having trouble focusing since he doesn't respond immediately. "OK, let's do this first.", he says, then injects himself first, then Nabrun and the rest of his team.

. o O Hurley thinks, "Casya. I have to get to Casya."

. o O Balin thinks, "Ensign Hurley, duties."

Annova declines the injection. "I'm okay. I'm...used to this. Get these people injected..."

. o O Nabrun's mental voice is gently firm. "Christine Hurley. STOP. Duty. Others will get Casya.

. o O Sailamh thinks, "I am going to get to her."

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "So do I. I promised her she'd be safe."

Annova indicates the Betazoids. "I think they are causing the difficulties. "

. o O Taimol thinks, "Prophets of mercy, please watch over us."

Nabrun declines as well, smiling to Aaron. "This is business as usual, Sir," she says quietly, then looks to the others, smiling a bit.

. o O Sia thinks, "Protect your friend, voice in my head."

. o O Sailamh projects a good deal of fortitude of will.

. o O Harris thinks, "Bloody damn freaking hell."

. o O Prochazka thinks, "That hell sure sounds like a better place than here, right now. Now where did I put that bottle?"

. o O Harris thinks, "She's gone, Captain. Orders?"

Hurley turns a guilty expression up towards Nabrun, even as she's injected. Her duty conflicting with her *need* to protect the green woman. Tears fill her eyes and she looks over her shoulder towards the corridor proper. "Casya," she whispers while she continues to weigh the options. "Barana, I have to get to Casya. I left her over there, I will. Not. Fail. Her. Here."

. o O Balin thinks, "Escort T'Pral to Ops."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "I am inside the turbolift, Lieutenant. I will remain here until I am come for."

Park glances at Nabrun, eyes wide. "How do you /do/ this everyday?", he asks.

Nabrun turns to look at Christine, eyes focused on the younger woman. "You will do your duty here, Christine," she says quietly, voice low. "You WILL fail her if you abandon your duty to go to her. Casya will NOT want this. Duty. First."

Annova murmurs, "Welcome to my world."

. o O Sia thinks, "God, these quarters are ugly. But uh, better then the slave ship."

Slowly the medical team begin to inject the Betazoids. The inhibitor on hand is a low supply and there's only one hypo. One by one the injections start.

. o O Sia thinks, "Ooh, a replicator."

. o O Strell thinks, "Target, Romulan. Neutralized."

. o O Jiasha thinks, "Jatila!"

. o O Strell thinks, "New target, human. Starfleet. Armed. Female."

. o O Sia thinks, "Voice, target whomever did this. Kill."

. o O Jatila screams with pain. "Ashau... nooooo!"

. o O Prochazka thinks, "Must. Lock. Doors. Now!"

. o O Jiasha thinks, "Someone help her!"

Park wields his Type I Phaser.

. o O Casya thinks, "oh gods, my babies... he took my babies... the bastard /took/ them..."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "Nooo, no.... out, get these thoughts out! OUT! Stop it, stop it! I can not!"

Hurley remains at work with the medical team, tears falling down her cheeks as the guilt nearly overwhelms her. She looks over her shoulder towards the corridor a few more times, but remains with the team.

Park takes his phaser off his belt, while he injects the Betazoids with the other.

. o O Sia thinks, "Oh, yesss. Do get out of my mind, and stop thinking. Or whatever your doing to be in my head."

Nabrun offers Park a wry smile. "Think of white noise, Aaron," she says, expression almost serene. One hand brushes over Hurley's shoulder, gentle.

. o O Dhar Dovoro thinks, "What am I going to do here? I'm a quartermaster, not a security guard."

. o O Hurley thinks, "Sedative. Transport a sedative into the room and seal the doors."

. o O Strell's mind winks out like a light. One less voice in the cacophony.

. o O Sia thinks, "I wish I had some sedative."

. o O Hurley thinks, "I'm so sorry, Casya. I'm so sorry."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Are you still alright, Barana?"

. o O Harris thinks, "Crazy Vulcans, voices in my head... what's next, a three-ring circus?"

. o O Nabrun thinks, "I'm fine, Alek. Are you in quarters?"

. o O Sia thinks, "Ooh, a circus."

. o O Sia thinks, "I've never seen one of those."

. o O Sailamh thinks, "Casya. Concentrate. Concentrate. Look at me. What is here and real and now. Concentrate. You are stronger than him.""

. o O Harris thinks, "Funny. Ha ha."

Daren Enxica grunts suddenly as the Starfleet officers come near him. "Don't touch me with that. I want the cure. GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!"

. o O Prochazka thinks, "Door locked. But they can still come, right? Must prepare defense."

. o O Williams thinks, "Duty first, Can't think about Maria, not now."

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Nabrun (claiming advantage) contests her Psi (Focus) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

. o O Krylow thinks, "I'm with security in the station, Barana."

GAME: Annova spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Annova contests her Psi (Focus) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

. o O T'Pral lets loose a series of mental shrieks, coupled with violent memories, the body's recollection of feeling crushed, of being restrained, pinned.

<CONTEST> Annova (claiming advantage) contests her Psi (Focus) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

. o O Nabrun's mind voice is soft and calm. "T'Pral! Listen to my voice. It's Barana. Barana Nabrun. T'Pral. Tell me if you can hear this."

. o O Balin thinks, "Aaron. Sedate every single Betazoid visitor on my authority."

. o O Annova thinks, "They're going to resist Captain."

. o O Sia thinks, "Kill them!"

. o O Annova thinks, "Twenty six people."

. o O Sia thinks, "So?"

Nabrun turns toward Daren and blinks. "You need this," she says quietly. "Please, until we get things settled?"

. o O Sia thinks, "There in my mind!"

GAME: Park spends a courage point.

. o O Annova thinks, "I would recommend you send a Security Team please."

. o O Balin thinks, "Hit them with the psi inhibitors. Security to the Infirmary. All available hands. One of them is making a psionic echo."

The yelling from Daren Enxica gets Hurley's attention and a determined expression brings her to stand directly next to Park and Nabrun. It won't take much to get through her, but she is another body.

. o O Taimol thinks, "This is hardly constructive."

Daren Enxica pulls away from the others, moving to stay away from everyone. "I WANT THE CURE! GIVE ME THE CURE! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THAT."

. o O Hurley thinks, "Oh god. He's going to attack."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Attack? Who's going to attack Christine?"

Anderson arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Anderson has arrived.

"We are -going- to get you the CURE! We ARE. You MUST HELP us, come this way, come into the infirmary and have a SEAT so we can start the PROCESS!" Ensign Annova abjures, trying to be as commanding and reassuring as possible. It's a doubtful mix, always was, but she's giving it her best shot.

. o O Jiasha is without the beacon of T'Pral, now, and her childen are becoming more and more wound up with terror. Screaming, screaming. There are flickerflashes in Jiasha's mind, fire and Cardassians, bodies of playmates torn from crude shrapnel. Brightand short bursts of the images of war first hand and an overwhelming sort of hum from the screaming she's hearing.

. o O Sia thinks, "...at least all I had to deal with before was the risk of becoming a sex slave. Sheesh. I WANT BACK ON THE SLAVER SHIP."

. o O Balin thinks, "Unidentified Orion woman: If you don't find something to concentrate your thoughts on, I will make it so."

. o O T'Pral thinks, "The NERVE PINCH."

Anderson walks in flanked by for big NCOs. All of them, hands on their phasers.

Park shouts out, "Computer, secure the infirmary." Then aims his phaser and squeezes off a shot at the agitated man.

. o O T'Pral thinks nothing more. Another mind winks out of the cacaphony.

Annova blinks a moment. "T'Lyn. My dear, can you help me with Daren Enica?"

. o O Sia thinks, "Alright, concentrating my thoughts...on....Sia begins to think about ways to kill orion males."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "No one. Alek, get security down here now, please. We need a bit of assistance. T'PRAL. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. Change of plans. Alek, get to the Turbolift to T'Pral."

. o O Sia thinks, "Orion males, orion males...."

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

"We will give the cure," Hurley says calmly in an attempt to asisst Annova. But, Park's shot succeeds in shutting them both up for the moment.

. o O Bela thinks, "Orion men suck."

Annova steps back away. The shot caught her by surprise. She certainly hopes she wasn't in the way.

. o O T'Lyna thinks, "Sleep, T'Pral. Suffer no more. It is my sincere hope that by the time you awaken, this will be an unpleasant memory for us all."

Anderson pulls his phaser out, and starts to sweep the room.

. o O Fitzpatrick thinks, "He's down. He'll be fine with her. I think. They may suck, but do they swal...OH. No. Security detail."

. o O Sia thinks, "Yes, they do. Disruptors to the groin, disruptors to the head, oh di-di-sruptors! She begins to sing the word disruptors in her head, over and over."

. o O Prochazka thinks, "This will be worse than any hangover, when things are over..."

. o O Sia thinks, "Ok, that was boring."

. o O Jiasha is trying very hard to fight herself. Like someone trying to fight a hypothermia-heavy body out from cracking ice, the guesome images keep invading back to her, making the situation worse meanwhile.

. o O Sia thinks, "Oh, yes! The voices stopped!"

. o O Sia thinks, "...good."

. o O Jatila thinks, "You wish."

Harris arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Harris has arrived.

. o O Sia thinks, "Sia curses in orion."

. o O Sia curses in orion, rather.

. o O Prochazka thinks, "Interested language, that."

. o O Sia thinks, "Only the most sophisticated for this girl."

. o O Sia thinks, "Really, I'd rather you didn't have to hear me, but then, you'd have to stop being in here."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Orion woman who is constantly chattering, where are you? What quarters?"

. o O Sailamh thinks, "You nimwit. Do as the captain tells you. Concentrate on brushing your hair. Count the strokes."

. o O Balin thinks, "All Starfleet Betazoids. Focus with me."

. o O Sia thinks, "1507. Uh, I'm not telling! Oh, by the tongue of a...."

. o O Sia thinks, "I hate this!"

. o O Taimol starts to pray again. "Prophets of mercy, please watch over us. Comfort us in our iniquity. Deliver us from evil."

. o O Balin starts to broadcast an aura of calm. Peace. Serenity. The voices in your mind are soft. They are growing quieter... Focus. Peace. Serenity.

. o O Sia stops thinking so frantically.

. o O Hurley thinks, "I must remember to apologize to him for that prank I played."

As Park shots and stuns the man, the stumbles back to the ground. And SILENCE. GOLDEN silence. The thoughts are gone just like that. There is the infirmary, with a group of stunned Betazoids and one laying on the ground, really stunned. Anderson is there with a security detail. Park and the others are spread around the infirmary having been applying hypos to the Betazoids.

The yellow alert lights flash throughout the station.

Annova goes to assist the fallen Betazoid.

The terminal chirrups. "Captain Balin to Infirmary."

Hurley taps the com terminal. "Ensign Hurley here."

Over the terminal, Balin says, "Status report."

Annova is assisting in getting the Betazoid onto a biobed.

Hurley moves to the terminal in the infirmary to answer the incoming call, then glances over towards Park. "Sir, is there anything specific you'd like me to tell the Captain?"

Park doesn't look away from the group of Betazoids and keeps his phaser drawn. "We're going to make sure everyone gets the treatment, you have my word on that, but you are required to comply with the crew's orders." He shakes his head at Hurley's question. "No, I think we're secure now.", he says with some relief evident in his voice.

Jaw set, eyes narrowed, and packing a phaser rifle, one -extremely- unhappy Robert Harris appears from the mall, looking like he wants to kill something, someone, or just poke holes in people until they bleed -- or perhaps even all three.

Nabrun moves to the stunned man, inhibitor in hand. That's her first order of business. She's silent, for once, though it's probably the silence of a duck on the pond. He gets the hypo before she says, quietly, "I need sedatives."

Annova blinks, looking around. "It's quiet. So. That did it? Did it?"

. o O Nabrun projects a mental image of T'Pral in the Turbolift followed by a black question mark on a black background.

Into the com terminal, Hurley says, "Infirmary is secured, Sir. One of our guests didn't seem willing to accept the sedatives. Commander Park... convinced him... to cooperate. He's, ah, calm now, Sir."

. o O Krylow is a little confused. No, lot confused. After a moment he seems to get some of his control back though its clear he's got no idea what's going on.

Over the terminal, Balin says, "Isolate that man and keep him pumped full of inhibitor. Wake the other visitors when Park clears them. Ops out."

The terminal clicks as Balin drops off channel. The channel closes.

Anderson starts to walk around, and levels his phaser at the guests.

Sein just looks shocked. She finally stutters, "What happened?"

Park keeps his phaser out, just in case as he replies to the older woman. "I'm not exactly sure, but we're going to give everyone in your group a sedative for the moment. I'll conduct an exam on everyone and then we'll wake you all up and start administering the treatment.", he glances at Anderson. "Ensign Anderson, if you assist Lieutenant Harris and get that man up onto a biobed, I would appreciate it." A gesture to the stunned man. "Barana, if you can make sure his vitals are stable and keep him under and full of psi inhibitor."

"Anderson, holster your weapon," Harris barks as he approaches, slinging his rifle and moving to a position to get the apparent root of this problem up and on said bed.

. o O Balin thinks, "Too bad it's over. Counselor Nabrun, with Park's permission: Tend to those who may be psychologically scarred by this. And remember I can't hear you."

The station stands down from its alert status.

Nabrun straightens and nods to Park. "Of course, Aa...Sir. Do I have permission to study the cause..." She trails off, eyes going distant for a moment, then looks to Park. "May I have permission to find those who may need my department's services, Sir?"

. o O Harris is oh so very irritated.

. o O Williams thinks, "God Maria, what have I done to you, I killed you by you being there."

Annova explains to Sein, "We had some mental..disturbances among certain species and individuals that may possibly have been caused by ..this individual's particular expression of the illness," her terms are cautious, carefully measured. "He'll need to be watched closely so that he does not present a danger to himself and others."

. o O Harris thinks, "First one to look at me funny gets a fist in the mouth."

. o O Annova thinks, "Things are returning to normal here. The ..source...is being sedated. Watched."

Hurley exhales, comms closing and takes a moment to look around the infirmary. Eyes fall on Harris and hesitate for a moment, but she eventually makes her way back to Park's side to assist him as she was before.

Anderson nods "Yes, Sir." he holsters his weapon slowly, and walks over to the stunned man slowly. And reaches down to help pick him up.

Sein just glances to Annova and then back to Nabrun. "I have never felt that before, not every."

Park shakes his head at Nabrun's inquiry. "Stay here. Contact Operations to see if we have casulaties.", he replies, then holsters his phaser and moves to the bed that the stunned man is being lifted onto.

Harris none-too-gently manhandles (with Anderson's assistance) the source onto the bed. He's not a medic, and as such, he doesn't have to be nice, after all. "Everything under control here?"

Nabrun nods to Park and moves to the com, apparently serene.

Nabrun taps the com terminal. "Lieutenant JG Nabrun to Operations."

. o O Nabrun thinks, "I've never felt anything like this. Well, yes, I have. But not so..."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Barana, what happened? Do you know?"

Over the terminal, someone says, "Go ahead."

Into the com terminal, Nabrun says, "Are there any reports of casualties, Sir? The infirmary is currently still on lockdown."

Over the terminal, Balin says, "We need a medic to Ops to take care of some bumps and bruises, but nobody has reported others to me. Someone needs to check in on Miss Casya, she seemed to be in a bad state."

Into the com terminal, Nabrun says, "So noted, Sir. Thank you. Infirmary out."

Nabrun taps the com terminal and terminates transmission.

Annova continues talking, quietly, with some of the excited and dismayed Betazoids, assuring them that they will get treatment. She offers to take them to quarters to await treatment as there are not enough biobeds.

"Could it have something to do with the anomaly?" Christine tries to make sense of Sein's lack of experience with the situation and the sudden chaos that errupted just hours before. Balin's comment over the comms, however, causes Christine to turn and -LOOK- at Nabrun, abandoning any theories she may or may not have.

Park injects the man with a sedative, then waves Nabrun out. "Go ahead and go, Barana.", he says, tossing her the hypo. "Call me if you need anything." A glance to Harris, "No, I think we're good here, Rob."

There is a bosun's whistle and Balin's voice comes over the station's comm system. "Attention all hands. Any wounded or infirm need to be reported to Operations and priority attention will be given. Anyone who would like counseling for this experience should file a request with the Counseling Office and Counselor Nabrun. If this should happen again... Think happy thoughts. Captain out."

Harris nods, tugging on his jacket and turning for the doors -- allowing the black cloud that trails him to dissipate naturally.

. o O Annova thinks, "Aye, Aye Captain."

. o O Harris thinks, "A pity. I didn't get to punch anyone."

Harris heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

Harris has left.

Nabrun dips her head to Park. "Yes, Sir," she says quietly. "Enroute to Ops. Sir, may ENS Hurley be released to check on Casya Cross?"

Park says, "Go ahead and take her with you. Check on Casya first and then head to Ops."

Annova says, "I should report to the Diplomatic Attache, if I am no longer needed."

Hurley doesn't even hesitate once Park excuses her to leave with Nabrun. Equipment that she was carrying is carefully set aside on a nearby empty biobed and she hustles after the other woman and towards the door.

And so with Daren Enxica carefully sedated and treated for APH the mental strangeness of the evening quiets. The station resumes its normal behaviour, though no doubt the evenings thoughts will haunt the minds of some for quite some time.