Dappled Ground

 Episode Name:  Dappled Ground

   Written By:  Artemisia

         Cast:  Artemisia, Crayn, Hayes, Nabrun, Payne, Shamash and Takamura.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Artemisia

     Aired On:  Sun Oct 09 00:46:10 2005

     Stardate:  55322

Time: Sat Oct 08 18:05:50 2005

Stardate: 55321.3

Shamash sits down at Science I.

The camera slowly pans across the hustle and bustle of Station 419-Upsilon's Operations Center, a hustle and bustle that has started to die down a bit on this evening shift. As the day draws to a close, a few NCOs smother yawns, the sound hidden by the barely perceptible thrum of computers whirring and the strong power that thrums through the station, energizing it.

Takamura sits in the 'Big Chair', serving as Officer of the Watch for this particular shift. The Japanese man taps at the armrest console, looking at some piece of data or other. Everyonce in a while, he looks around at the others assembled in Ops with him.

Shamash has pulled a shift at the Science console tonight, must be because of some of the shifts within the department, or he needs some quiet time, for at the moment he runs a complicated looking simulation on one part of the screen.

Hayes is just entering Operations, a PADD in hand and at the ready as she moves around the highest level of the room towards the science console occupied by Shamash. The redhead gives a short glance around the Operations center to see who's on duty before turning her attention back towards her destination.

Nabrun has, apparently, been here for a few minutes. She's finished up a conversation with the Engineering Officer on duty, and is now on her way across Operations toward the Big Chair, and the man sitting in it. Takamura is in her sighs. The Counselor seems relaxed and in good humor, judging by the smile on her face, but there's that ever-present air of professionalism about her as she moves.

Payne has been standing at the Tactical Console for a while now, and he has been seen there alot lately, filling in for the lack of personel in the Tactical billet. On occasion, he taps on a few buttons on the console and nods in agreement to something. He remains quiet as he usually does while on duty at ops.

Takamura looks up when he catches sight of the Counselor out of hte corner of his eye. Smiling at her, he speaks up. "Good evening, Barana. You seem in good spirits. Everything well tonight?"

. o O Takamura feels relaxed by Nabrun's presence, especially since she appears to be in a good mood.

Shamash looks up at seeing a shadow moving in the corner of his eyes, and after a last look onto his screen, he turns his head in Hayes' direction and with a smile added to his face greets her with a "Evening Victoria" Not sure what her destination is, he waits if she has a moment to chat or needs to take care of business first.

Hayes stops once she reaches Shamash at his station, "Sir." the redhead replies, returning the offered smile. "Are you busy? I could use your help with a project I'm trying to get started on."

GAME: Payne spends a courage point.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

Nabrun's smile warms as she approaches Tak. "Good evening Hiroshi, er, Sir," she says, smile a bit sheepish. "I apologize for bothering you. Everything's quite well, though I came to see if we could adjust the schedule for biobed maintenance. I was hoping to work with LT Malloy on a training exercise in triage, and the two times intersect.

Payne continues to tap on his console. A few moments pass before he places both hands on the sides of the console, leaning on it, "Sir," He says in Takamura's direction. "I am picking up something of interest from the Klingon border." He continues to study his console, "It appears to be an object heading straight for the station at accelerated speeds, sir."

"It's no bother," Takamura replies to Nabrun. "We'll just rearrange a few things..." Then at Payne's report, he glances towards the Tactical console. "Put the object on screen as soon as it's within range. Agrim, see if you can figure out what this object is for us."

Shamash checks the routine output of his console then nods and indicates Science II "Take a seat, Lieutenant", he falls into the formalism easily, "I do not have all that much on my hands just now." Though then Payne's report comes through which has him kill the simulation he was running and put more energy into sensors.

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Hayes doesn't take the offered seat, opting instead to clasp her hands and PADD behind her back to let Shamish do his sudden duties. Green eyes glance forward to the viewscreen, waiting to see what's coming from the Klingon border.

Nabrun starts to say something to Tak, then simply steps back, turning toward the viewscreen, hands folded behind her as she waits, watching.

. o O Hayes thinks, "They realized they forgot me, maybe."

Payne nods, "Understood, sir." a couple of moments pass in silence and he taps his console, "Object in range, sir. I am putting it through now." On the screen, an oblong grey speck appears, barely visible.

A barely visible speck that visibly grows. Whatever it is, it must be moving very fast indeed.

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Moderate and Succeeds.

When the screen blinks to life, Takamura stares at it in an attempt to recognize the object. "Sciences, what have we got out there? Tactical, what is the object's ETA to the station and can you determine it's tactical capabilities?"

. o O Takamura thinks, "What the heck is that thing? And why is it barreling down at us?"

"Its not ballistic, Tak, but that is all i can say at this time. Continuing scans", come Shamash's words back to Takamura just before he shoots Hayes a small smile of apology. "Sorry, but it looks like duty caught up with us. Feel free to access the current data" He continues to fiddle with the sensor data, "Its a small vessel, making Warp 5 point fi.. no, five six. It is definetely over the design limits for that engine, i can see warp field distortions, if the captain will not reduce speed soon, the vessel will loose hull integrity. Trying to limit the possible hull designs now."

Hayes focuses her attention on the growing dot, squinting slightly to remove everything else from her sight but the vessel. Remaining quiet, the redhead just watches and listens for the time being.

Nabrun is, like Hayes, remaining quiet and still - as well as out of the way. She's focused on what's on the viewscreen, attention relaxed and focused.

GAME: Payne spends a courage point.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Payne taps a few buttons, "Sir, ETA to arrival of the station, 45 seconds." he taps his console a few more times, "The object has shield capabilities, but no weapons." he looks at Takamura for a moment. A brief pause before his console lights up again, "Sir, Klingon warbird decloaking. Its in the same vicinity as the unknown vessel. Its powering up its weapons."

By now the speck has grown into, indeed, a ship. It's a rather clunky-looking vessel, with parts welded to the hull that look like somebody scoured the galaxy's junkyard to obtain. As it starts to dump velocity, the Ensign at one of the Operation console reports, "They're hailing us, Lieutenant. Captain Kieran of the Sweet Molly, that is."

Oh yeah, and then there's the Klingon ship obviously chasing Molly, the latter almost reduced to a speck again in comparison.

"Computer, yellow alert." Takamura announces when Payne reports a declaking Klingon vessel powering weapons within the vicinity of the station. "Open a channel with the Sweet Molly and try to raise the Klingons. Shamash, determine if the Sweet Molly has any damage. Counselor, can you sense anything from either vessel?"

The computer acknowledges Takamura with a bleep.

The yellow alert lights flash throughout the station.

. o O Nabrun thinks, "Hmmm. I think this can now, officially, be classified as an Oh, Dear situation."

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Routine and Succeeds.

Shamash nods to himself, voicing his findings "Minor hull fractures from too high speed sustained for an extended period of time. The engine is in a bad shape, but warp containment is still good."

GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Challenging and Fails.

Nabrun nods to Takamura, voice quiet as she acknowledges him with an "Aye, Sir." Eyes go distant as she studies the viewscreen, brow furrowing ever so slightly. "Nothing yet, Sir. They're still too far away."

Payne nods, "Aye, sir." Not for sure if the order to open a channel was to him or not, nonetheless, he taps the console, hailing the vessel.

The Klingon ship rips loose a burst of disruptor fire that passes cleanly over Sweet Molly's bow to fizzle out in the depths of space. The tiny ship jerks and moves swiftly to put the station between itself and its pursuer, as a frantic male voice erupts into the Operations Center.

"419, are you receiving? Sweet Molly requesting assistance here. I've got thirty-four passengers about to be blown to kingdom come!"

Meanwhile, the bird slows to a halt facing the station, allowing the little ship its hiding spot... for now.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Logic vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Payne spends a courage point.

GAME: Hayes spends a courage point.

GAME: Shamash contests his Intellect/Logic vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Hayes contests her Intellect/Logic+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Payne contests his Intellect/Logic+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Takamura contests his Intellect/Logic vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Moderate and Succeeds.

"Mr. Payne, raise shields." Takamura orders before replying to the hail. "Sweet Molly, this is Lieutenant Takamura aboard 419. We are recieving you. Maintain your current position while we hail the Klingons. Do you know why you are being shot at?"

. o O Takamura thinks, "Where can he fit 34 passengers on that ship? And what did he do to raise the ire of the Klingons?"

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Routine and Succeeds.

Shamash keeps silent as the hail comes, frowning and scanning some more. He nods to Tak "Headcount confirmed, 34 lifesigns" then looking at the layout of the tiny vessel, "Must be extremely cramped in there."

Nabrun tilts her head slightly to the side, looking for all the world like she's listening to something or someone. "Children aboard the Molly, Sir," she tells Tak quietly. "At least one, I believe. I don't know why they need help, just that they do. The Klingons are angry and indignant, about something..." She trails off, glancing over her shoulder at Hayes, briefly, at the mention of Klingons, then back to the viewscreen.

Payne nods, "Understood, sir. Shields raised." as he taps on his console. "Incoming transmission from Klingon Bird of Prey. Its the IKV Def'ora." The communications officer onboard the KBoP, sounds annoyed and angry.

"Acknowledged, 419," comes the same tinny voice. "Uh, that was a warning shot, they tell us. Something about surrender or die. As for why... uh, well..." Another voice cuts in on the same transmission, again male, but somewhat calmer. "I got it, Dan. Station 419? My name is Dresis. My people and I wish to seek asylum in the Federation. Aaaand I think the," the UT refuses to translate something, probably an obscenity, "Are not pleased by our desire to leave their hospitality."

Takamura frowns slightly at what he's hearing. "Stand by, Sweet Molly. For the time being, keep the station between yourselves and the Klingons." He then gestures for that channel to be muted. "Put the Klingons through. Let's see what they have to save for themselves." He then looks to the redhead. "Lieutenant Hayes, I understand you've spent time with the Klingons. If you have anything to add, let me know."

Shamash looks over to Hayes and nods once, his attention however going back to the console a bit later, trying to find out some more data.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Hayes remains standing near the science station, hands still folded with her PADD behind her back. "Will do, sir." she chirps up quickly before going silent again to listen and observe.

Nabrun shakes her head slightly, brow furrowing. She bites her lower lip before looking to Hiroshi again. "It seems like there might be someone whose life is in danger from the Klingons," she says diplomatically.

Payne nods, "Aye, sir." he taps a button on the control panel, "Channel muted." another button is tapped before he adds, "Channel to the Def'ora open, sir."

The rough voice of a Klingon bursts through the speakers. Tightly controlled ire echoes through clearly. "This is 'ech Krafla of the Def'ora. 419, we are in pursuit of armed and dangerous criminals on that ship. Acknowledge."

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Routine and Succeeds.

"Def'ora, this is Lieutenant Takamura aboard 419." The Ops Manager responds to the Klingons. "Please state the nature of the crimes and stand down your weapons while in the station's vicinity."

Shamash sends Takamura a screen message ~Klingon vesel is downgrading weapon status to standby~ even as he tries to confirm the armament of the dangerous criminals on the Molly.

Hayes rocks on her heels slightly, listening to the exchange of words. She glances over Shamash's shoulder to look at whatever readout he's looking at on the weapons systems.

Nabrun continues to stare at the viewscreen, eyes focused off in the distance, hands folded neatly in front of her.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.

Payne looks at his panel and spreads his lips to speak, "Sir, The Def'ora has powered down its weapons."

"Murder, treason, and *insurrection*!" Krafla growls after a murmured command to a subordinate. That last crime really gets the full angry tilt of his voice. "I trust that Starfleet does not care to harbor such."

Takamura dips his head slightly after reading the message on his panel. "Thank you for standing down your weapons." Looking to Payne, he says, "Lower shields." Back to the Klingon, he responds, "The ship you are chasing has requested asylum from the Federation. For the time being, they will be allowed to orbit the station. If you have some evidence of these alleged crimes, we would gladly review it for possible extradition of these alleged criminals." Takamura's voice is calm, measured, yet also firm.

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Law+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Nabrun glances over at Tak again, brow furrowing slightly. "The people on the Molly are getting a bit nervous, Sir," she says softly.

GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.

GAME: Takamura contests his Law+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

"Evidence?" Krafla's voice suddenly turns silky smooth. "Very well, Lieutenant. Stand by." A soft sound, of a channel being blocked, and a moment later the familiar sound of a transporter beam. Well, four of them, actually, as they dump the bloody corpses of four Klingon soldiers on the deck in the Ops Center. They're not pretty to look at anymore. The channel unblocks. "Is that enough evidence for you, Lieutenant?"

Takamura looks at the Klingon corpses on the deck in front of him, then glances to Nabrun. "Get a medical team up here so we can autospy them. Shamash, run a check on the Sweet Molly to see what sort of registration they have." Looking back up at the Klingon, he replies, simply, "No. All you have provided are the bodies of four Klingons. For all I know, you could have had them executed for deriliction of duty. I require something that links these dead with the people aboard that ship. Now, if you would like to dock with the station and present your case to our diplomatic corps, I can grant you clearance."

"Roger that", Shamash replies to Tak and goes to work.

Hayes raises a thin red brow as the transporter beams deposit corpses in the Operations Center. Stepping off, the redhead moves towards them casually, looking for any obvious visual signs of death. The fact that they're not pretty doesn't disturb her much, it would seem.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Dramatically Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash has the merit of Mathematical Ability at 3.

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Research+A vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Data Alteration+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Nabrun dips her head to Tak and starts toward the corpses, her tricorder out to make the scans. "Dead," she says quietly. "Dead. Not dead. De..." She was scanning four and goes back to three, quickly. "LT Hayes, grab my medkit, please? We've got one alive." There's only a hint of urgency in her voice as she crouches next to Klingon #3 and taps her communicator. "Nabrun to Infirmary. Prepare emergency transport and autopsy."

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her First Aid/Combat Medic+A vs Challenging and Marginally Fails.

Krafla audibly snorts. "Very well, Lieutenant," he grumbles. "Proceeding to docking procedures." He issues the orders to begin such.

Takamura directs the Operations ensign to cut the transmission to the Klingons and clear them for docking. When Nabrun says that one of the Klingons might be alive, he looks hopeful. "Try your best to keep him alive, Barana. Reopen the channel to the Sweet Molly."

"Sweet Molly, owned and operated by Captain Daniel Kieran. Port of registry: Dulcais Prime. Registered as an independent trader." Shamash responds sotto voce "The ...customs files report some, shall i say, unproven leads of smuggling. No outstanding warrants, trying to access their computer system now." At the unsuspected beam in, he almost raised, hand going to a non present phaser. Bad reflexes one might assume. Nabruns comments are overheard and a sideglance is stolen to the not so dead body, studying him briefly before returning to the task at hand.

Hayes grabs the medkit from it's resting place before making her way over to Nabrun, holding the case out to the counselor-medic.

GAME: Nabrun contests her First Aid/Combat Medic+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Nabrun goes to work on the Klingon, working to stabilize him - and working hard. She doesn't seem to be getting much of anywhere and keeps working as she calls "Sir, the crew of the Molly is planning something with the core..." Yes, she's multitasking, and concentrating. She barely manages a thank you to Hayes - Hayes, who's now been coopted as Barana's assistant.

The officer at the Operations console stiffens abruptly. "Sir?" he directs toward Takamura. "Sweet Molly's activated their transporter. And again. And..." He looks confused. "They're beaming people over, one at a time. Into cargo bay four. Six of 'em, now."

Belatedly, "Channel open to the Molly, sir."

Takamura looks surprised at this new piece of information. "Shields up and dispatch a security team to cargo bay four." To the viewscreen, he says, "Captain Kieran. You have not been given permission to board the station. Cease transport and explain yourself."

Shamash says, "Additional information for the security team: The crew of the Molly has Klingon hand disruptors as armament, I was able to determine 4 individual signatures, might me more."

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

Hayes has suddenly turned into a medical assistant. She does her best to keep up with the demands of the real medic on the scene. Luckily, she's been around injured Klingons before.

GAME: Nabrun contests her First Aid/Combat Medic+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Nabrun starts murmuring under her breath, words quiet and soothing - though it sounds vaguely like she's telling this Klingon that it's dishonorable for him to die in the middle of Ops, and that it's highly dishonorable for a warrior. She continues to work, pensive for a time, then smiles a grim little smile. "I've got a heartbeat, barely there." She taps her combadge. "Nabrun to Infirmary. One to beam directly into biobed one. Klingon physiology. Stab wounds, internal bleeding..." She continues with medspeak for a moment. "And get that autopsy team up here, please. Nabrun out."

Payne looks at Takamura, tapping on the Tactical console. "Shields raised, sir." He says, looking at Takamura, "Sir, Permission to leave operations, and investigate Cargo Bay 4."

"Security team dispatched," Ensign Werther reports crisply at his Operations console. "Looks like they got eleven aboard, sir."

At the same time, a voice acknowledges through Nabrun's commbadge, and the barely alive Klingon disappears with Nabrun in a transporter beam.

Dresis' voice comes over the comm system, sounding desperate. "You may let them try to take us, 419- and we will not be taken- but at least let us get the rest of the children off the ship!"

Another voice adds to the chaos- Krafla. Somebody forgot to cut the channel to the Def'ora. "Lieutenant? What's going on over there?"

"Permission denied, Mr. Payne. Your presence is required here." Takamura replies. To the Klingons, he answers, "Your quarry has taken it upon themselves to board the station. Our security teams have the matter under control. 419 out." He then glares at the Ensign who left the comm channel open after being ordered to close it earlier. Back to Dresis, he says, "I didn't know that children were armed with disruptors, Mr. Dresis. Your actions can be interpreted as a hostile boarding action of this station. Now stand down and take up a stationary orbit of the station. No one is to leave your ship until we have all of this sorted out. Do I make myself clear?"

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Data Alteration+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

Shamash had been busy hacking his way into the Molly's computer system. "Made it", comes his soft comment, maybe only audible enough for someone in close proximity. He starts digging through the data while starting a simple raw download into protected storage.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Marginally Fails.

Payne nods, "Understood, sir." He glances around, and takes in his surroundings, he taps on the console after satisfied everything is in polished order. "The Molly has not changed its position, nor do I see any signs its complying, sir."

There is a sound from Krafla, the beginning of a response, but it's cut off. Dresis, however, isn't so compliant. His voice becomes more shrill. "I see them moving to take us, 419..." And then his tone takes on puzzlement. "The children aren't armed. What are you talking about?"

GAME: Shamash spends a courage point.

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Research+A vs Impossible and Succeeds.

"Put both ships on the viewscreen." Takamura orders curtly. "The people you transported aboard our station were armed, Mr. Dresis. That constitues an invasion party." He gestures for the connection to be muted. "Mr. Payne, determine the status of the Klingon weapons and their location. They better be powered down and docked with the station. If not, send them a message to do so immediately." He looks to Shamash, "What more can you tell me about that transport ship?"

GAME: Hayes contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Payne contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Takamura contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Shamash says, "Difficult, Tak.. The ship landed on the imperial planet Qapus nine days ago, the cargo manifest speaks of mining equipment. then there is nothing more in the logs until today. Entry in the captains log speaking of heading back to federation space. He references a person, female, from the name 'Maban' possibly native of Qapus, by name. I can only extrapolate that he might have either taken her from the planet by some means or other to be 'safe' with him. I do not have any understanding why there is an infant on board or other minors."

Nabrun slips back in, walking at a good clip, and moves to take up position near Tak's "big chair."

Payne taps on the Console in front of him, "Their weapon systems are still powered down, I believe they are docking. They dont appear to have any interest in the other ship." he looks at the display screen next to him on the console, "Sir, security teams found eleven humanoid children. None appear to be armed."

The Operations officer confirms, "Moorings should be complete for Def'ora in thirty seconds, sir."

Takamura looks confused at Payne's report, then glances to Shamash. "I thought there were Klingon disruptors beamed aboard." He then signals for the channel to the Sweet Molly to be unmuted. "Mr. Dresis, calm down. The Klingons aren't coming after you. They are following my orders to dock with the station. Now, heave to and take up the stationary orbit."

Shamash nods at the glance and doing another scan just where the weapons he decteted earlier are exactly. "So did I. checking." He taps some more keys

GAME: Hayes spends a courage point.

GAME: Hayes contests her Culture+A vs Routine and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Research+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Hayes has gone back to standing out of the way, looking for some way to be helpful. "Qapus." she says, catching the name, "It's a planet that was conquered by Klingons about twenty years ago or so."

Nabrun shakes her head slightly. "Something's wrong, Sir," she tells Tak quietly. "I can't quite pick up -what-." This, clearly, frustrates her.

GAME: Payne contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Routine and Succeeds.

Payne reads his results from the Console, "Sir, The Molly's warp core has breached. Estimated time of colapse, 60 seconds."

A startled sound comes from the speakers in response to Takamura. "Uh oh," comes across in Dresis' voice, then "Dan! Shut it down!"

"I'm trying!"

GAME: Hayes contests her Culture+A vs Routine and Succeeds.

Takamura sighs heavily. "Lower the shields long enough to beam the rest of the Molly's crew into Cargo Bay Four, then raise shields and use the tractor beam to push the ship a safe distance away from the station. Ops, hail all local traffic and warn them of an imminent warp core breach."

. o O Takamura thinks, "Things can never be simple when the Klingons are involved."

Hayes moves back towards the science consoles in case she needs to sit down quickly, "Sir, the people of Qapus didn't welcome the Klingons with open arms.. the crew of the Molly are more than likely natives trying to escape subjugation of the Empire. Of course, the Klingons.. don't take kindly to their labor classes showing free will."

Payne does as he is ordered, lowering shields by tapping on his console, "Understood, sir." He comments, waiting for the crew to be beamed up before he raises them again, and begins his work on the Tractor beam.

"... almost got it! Computer, seal warp-" And that's as far as Captain Kiernan gets, before the sound of a Federation transporter comes over the comm. Dead silence, and...

On the viewscreen, the Sweet Molly explodes with painful brightness. Sixty seconds wasn't, perhaps, quite enough- the station rocks violently.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Coordination/Reaction vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Payne spends a courage point.

GAME: Payne contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Takamura contests his Coordination/Reaction vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Hayes spends a courage point.

GAME: Hayes contests her Coordination/Reaction+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

The station rocks violently, a bloom of nearby explosion flaring through viewports.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Fitness/Vitality vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Takamura contests his Fitness/Vitality vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

Shamash holds onto his console with a shout of surprise. Moments later, he realigns the stations sectors to check for collateral damage to either the Station or the Klingon Vessel. Slightly concerned look goes over the other officers in Ops, beginning with the closest, making sure that they are all right.

As the station rocks, Takamura is thrown roughly into the arm of his chair. As he tries to recover, he calls out, "Report!"

Hayes quickly anchors herself on the console in front of her, not needing much time to react, and not taking any longer than necessary to remove herself from said anchor once the initial blast has passed. Green eyes quickly sweep in Operations in case she needs to go back to being assistant medic again.

And Barana, well, she's not quite so lucky. She has the reflexes of a cat after all - assuming the cat is grossly overweight and disinclined to do more than wave a paw at the can of tuna. Down she goes like a sack of potatoes, smacking her elbow on the Big Chair as she goes. There's no cracking sound, luckily, but with her funny bone affected, she DOES let out a yelp. Once she gets her breath back, and despite the dampness of her cheeks, she calls "Any injuries?"

Payne gets slammed against the Tactical console, but otherwise takes care to not loose his balance. He looks at the console, pushing himself off of it, and reports, "Shields down by 4 percent, sir." he calls out, otherwise silent.

Reports pour in. The officer holding down the Engineering station confirms Shamash's and Payne's readings. And the Ensign at Operations manages to hold on to his console, peering at it. "Twenty-four transports from the Molly, sir. They're all safe." He lets out a breath in relief.

Takamura glances down to Nabrun. "I'm fine, Barana. How about yourself?" He listens to the reports and nods. "Good job, people. Ops, check with the other local traffic to see if they need assistance. Engineering, check for any other damage. I think the immediate threat is offer so we can stand down."

Takamura says, "Computer, stand down."

The computer acknowledges Takamura with a bleep.

The station stands down from its alert status.

Shamash mentions looking at the confirmed number of 35 people requesting asylum on his console and the thought of a Klingon cruiser in final docking procedure: "Methinks that the situation is not over quite yet, but not our problem anymore..."

Hayes smirks slightly at Shamash for his comment before tugging at her tunic to make sure it's on straight. Her eyes go back to skimming across the room, lingering on the center seat area.

Barana pushes to her feet, dusting herself off, nodding to Tak. "I'm fine, Sir," she says quietly, and does a visual inspection of the others in Ops. "Permission to take a team down to the Cargo Bay to check over the new arrivals once Security has cleared them? The autopsy team should be up here in just a moment, now that the alert's over."

Payne looks around and assesses the situation, calling out that he is fine when asked if he has sustained any injuries. He looks to Lieutenant Takamura, awaiting any instructions.

And the reports continue, in the quick efficiency that marks a tight Operations team. Local traffic sends its thanks for the warning, with no damage reported, and moves back in to resume its orbits. Engineering confirms that no other damage was sustained by either the station or the Paine or the Klingon ship safely docked at its ring.

Takamura nods his head at each report. "Permission granted, Counselor. Ensign Payne, make sure the Security team check our guests thoroughly for weapons and keep them contained in the cargo bay unless they require medical assistance. Lieutenant Hayes, prepare a brief on the history of Qapus that I can share with the senior staff and diplomatic corps."

And the station gets busy on the Operations Manager's orders. As to those huddled in Cargo Bay Four... that remains to be seen...