Murderous Intentions

 Episode Name:  Murderous Intentions

   Written By:  Eidolon

         Cast:  Adansae, Ayshala, Eidolon, Goodwin, Jatila, K'net-mauri, Kogh, Kran'dok, Laco, Mulwray, Norhalat, 
                O'Rielly, Shamash and Walters.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Eidolon

     Aired On:  Tue Nov 08 00:48:54 2005

     Stardate:  55394.1

Time: Mon Nov 07 21:22:53 2005

Stardate: 55393.7

Jatila arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Jatila has arrived.

Ayshala laughs softly at Goodwin and shakes her head. "That's MY name for it," she tells him, then lifts a hand toward O'Rielly. "I'll be right with you," she calls, enroute to the replictor. A basket of pretzels gets slid toward Goodwin as she passes.

A work bee can be seen outside the viewport.

Laco looks at the work bee.

With Ayshala departed, Lieutenant Mulwray - perched as he is over a PADD at a back table - starts muttering confession to the device on the table. Makes him look like some abbey monk hopped up on gro-pills, praying over a psychotropic rosary. Intent. Jaw set. Muttering.

Adansae arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Adansae has arrived.

Goodwin takes a pretzel and pops it into his mouth. Crunch. Crunch. Pretzel. Tasty. Goodwin waits for his drink to arrive, using this time to talk to the Ambassador next to him. "So, Mister Ambassador, radically alter any more governments since we've last talked?"

Kogh directs his gaze at Goodwin, eyebrows arched slightly. "'Fruity but manly'?"

The doors slide open and let in... well, it's big, and orange, with brown lumps, like a big sausage pizza. It rumbles forward with frightening speed, barreling toward the bar.

GAME: Norhalat is now set IC.

And the doors open again, and Jatila waddles in. She takes a swift look around- scowling when she spots the pizza- and firmly turns to approach a back table. "Jolan'tru, Jim..."

Adansae enters the Neutral Zone looking tired and worn -- so much so, in fact, that she doesn't appear to notice what proceeded her entrance. She makes her way towards the bar, eyes far-away.

O'Rielly just nods to Ayshala as he takes his seat and looks around, before he notices the oddity that has entered the bar.

Kogh directs his gaze at Goodwin, eyebrows arched slightly. "'Fruity but manly'?" The timing of it ensures it's just -after- Goodwin speaks to him. The big Klingon blinks owlishly, but answers relatively swiftly. Maybe a second of lag. "Not as of yet," he muses, "but I have my eye on a seat on the Federation Council next." He snorts, guffaws, and generally finds great mirth in his comment, gesticulating vaguely with his tankard.

Goodwin is apparently familiar with the pizza-like object tunneling towards the bar. "Commander Norhalat," says the second officer, greeting it cheerfully. "Come to join us this evening at the bar?"

. o O Jatila thinks, "I wonder what it drinks. And if it likes the taste of arsenic."

Ayshala spins back around with Goodwin's drink and Mulwray's gagh in her hands. And it's just at that moment of spinning that she catches sight of the pizza - and screeches, much in the same way as a 1950's housewife greeting a mouse on the kitchen floor. It's not overly loud, but she, and the gagh, nearly go flying. As it is, she ends up wearing some drink and gagh on each arm.

At the sight of Goodwin in the company of Klingons, Adansae's expression darkens and her eyes narrow to slits. She stands stock-still for a moment, then swallows hard and completes her route to the other side of the bar, where she grabs the counter with both hands.

"Jolan'tru." He says it distractedly, as if he were muttering off some gnat - frowning as he is over the display Mulwray looks more like some mad scholar than anything else. "...can I help you, Consul?" It's only then that he looks up from the PADD blinking at her as if she were a bright light - pausing, for a moment, as he squints across the way at Ayshala and his unfortunate dinner. Looks back expectantly.

Norhalat rumbles to a stop at the bar, manuevering gently between some stools. "Good evening, Commander Goodwin," it greets in a rather mechanical tone, eminating from a box attached to it. "I seem to have caused quite a stir, however." Even though it's mechanical, it sounds rather amused.

. o O Adansae thinks, "That bastard. The NERVE of him."

K'net-mauri arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him.

K'net-mauri has arrived.

Goodwin clears his throat lightly. "Ayshala, might I introduce you to Commander Norhalat, a Starfleet science officer? Commander, this is Ayshala. She'll be taking care of you tonight." He seems more amused than anything, trying very hard not to laugh.

Jatila blinks, mouthing, 'Consul?'. She hesitates, then shakes her head. "I had not seen you in a while, and thought to say hello. So.... hello," she finishes awkwardly. That said, she turns to head off, but pauses when she realizes the options are limited, with the pizza near Goodwin and Kogh. There's Laco to chat with, of course, but... Or O'Rielly... Right. With a sigh, Jat drifts away from Mulwray's table to contemplate her options.

Kogh turns, on his stool, to fix his stare on Norhalat. And it is a stare. The Klingon does not flinch in the least, but simply -stares-. It's a curious stare - eyebrows slightly raised, head faintly tilted to the right - but hardly 'gentle' enough to be called a gaze, by any stretch of the imagination. He remains silent for now.

Ayshala's eyes are stuck on the pizza and it would appear that a thousand thoughts are going through her mind at the moment. "I...what IS...er...Manners, yes. Manners matter. I'll be with you in a moment, ENS," she says vaguely in Adansae's direction. "C-Commander Nor-norhalat? I, well, let me serve this alien to Jim Mulwray and I'll be right back."

. o O Jatila is a little hurt. "When did Jim and I stop being on a first-name basis?"

O'Rielly just looks at commander Norhalat for a moment before shrugging and returning to look at the bar itself.

Adansae waits patiently for Ayshala's attention, shifting in her place again and again as she waits for the bartender to finish with the others. After giving Goodwin and his Klingon companions a wide berth, she's now doing her best not to see them.

K'net-mauri steps in, and pauses near the doorway.

"Always nice to see you." He sounds it, but barely - goes back to reading his PADD once she makes her depature. Returning to his muttering, Jim goes back to...whatever it was he was doing. God only knows.

"I would offer to shake hands, of course, but I don't have them," the Horta tells the unfortunate barmistress, rumbling slightly. "Nevertheless, it is a pleasure." It pauses, then addresses Goodwin again. "I trust everything is going well, Commander?"

Kran'dok arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Kran'dok has arrived.

Jatila looks relieved when she spots her Ambassador, taking steps toward him. ''Jolan'tru, sir,'' and Jat dips voice and head. Nodding toward the Horta near the counter, Jatila whispers to K'net-mauri, "Lieutenant Commander Norhalat. The one wo brought the Tellus parchment exclaiming enthusiastically about what a great archaeological discovery it is."

"Quite well," says Goodwin, agreeably, to the commander next to him. "I hope you've been enjoying your stay at four-one-nine so far, and haven't been too far gone from your work at the site."

An obnoxious Klingon at the back of the room lets loose a loud belch.

Kogh simply continues to stare, taking a thoughtful sip from his tankard.

Ayshala blinks for another long moment, but the speaking of the Horta galvanizes her into motion. With a swish of skirts, a clank of glass to bar, the drink is delivered to Goodwin before Ash scuttles across the floor toward Mulwray, gagh in hand. "Evening, Ma'm" she greets Jatila. "Er, Jolan'tru. What can I get you? It's a Starfleet Commander, really. I thought it was some manner of space rat. But it's not, it's a Starfleet officer, no, really." She seems rather rattled. "Here you go, Jim. Since I spilled it, it's on the house."

"For a 'space rat', my stay has been going remarkably well," the Horta replies agreeably to Goodwin before it turns to Kogh -- that is, it rotates. It doesn't really have a head, though. "Hello."

GAME: Ayshala contests her Intellect/Perception+D vs Difficult and Fails.

Without looking up Jim takes the plate of limp worms, setting it down quietly. "Not exactly extracting that foot, miss," the burly security officer advises his angel of culnary...er...mercy. "Best just to change the subject. You know a good word to describe sunset?"

GAME: Adansae contests her Intellect/Perception vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Jatila contests her Intellect/Perception+D vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Mulwray contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Goodwin contests his Intellect/Perception vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Kogh contests his Intellect/Perception vs Difficult and Fails.

K'net-mauri nods gravely to Jatila. "Really?" he says dryly.

Adansae studies the Horta curiously as she waits for Ayshala to make her way to the other side of the bar.

GAME: Laco contests his Intellect/Perception vs Difficult and Succeeds.

Kran'dok slowly walks through the doors, casually dressed and looking quite surprised when he sees the crowd. The Romulan's surprise doubles when he hears Ayshala. His attention turns towards the horta in the room. It takes him a few moments before he manages to walk into the room and towards the bar.

GAME: Kran'dok contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: K'net-mauri contests his Intellect/Perception vs Difficult and Fails.

"You'll have to excuse our hostess," remarks Goodwin to his peer. "I don't think she's had the pleasure of meeting a horta before." He flicks a look to Ayshala. "Can I get you, uhm, a drink or something?"

Jatila nods once, sending a slight scowl toward the Horta. Her expression lifts, though, and she looks toward Ayshala, surprised at the greeting. "Oh. Um... Tea." She sighs. "Cardassian red leaf tea, please. And Betazoid uttaberry crepes, if you have them." A nod toward Kran'dok precedes, "Jolan'tru."

K'net-mauri looks at the horta with dry curiousity.

Laco stands up, and makes his way for the door. "Commander Goodwin. There is something outside. Would you join me in Operations?"

Norhalat rumbles, flapping about the edges. It doesn't do anything untoward, though. "No, thank you. I thought it might be worthwhile to be social for a change, rather than hiding in my quarters."

Kogh tilts his head slightly. "Hello. I have not had the distinction of meeting one of your kind before. You are most curious to look at." He cackles. "Then, I presume, I am most interesting for -you- to look at. So there is equality in that, at least. A good start, no?" He swigs at his bloodwine heavily, and sets it down on the bar with a faint clang. "Since the Commander," a tilt of his head towards Goodwin, "did not see fit to introduce me - I am General-Envoy qoH, son of Qeth, heir of the Great House of Qeth, and Ambassador of the Empire to this sector." A pause, a toothy grin. "Amongst other things."

Ayshala all but scampers back to the counter, shooting Goodwin a look as she calls to Mulwray, "One word? Nope. Orb falling from the sky would be a good phrase." "I have some lovely cheese this evening," she tells the Horta, apparently -trying- to be sweet. "I'll be right with you." And in she slides in front of Adansae. "What can I get for you, M'am?" A hand lifts as the bartender multitasks, waving toward K'net. "Your usual is coming up, Sir. Same for you," she calls to Kran'dok. Attention bounces back and forth between Ada and the Horta.

O'Rielly glances back to Laco very curiously as his former boss starts to head out the doors

Goodwin looks at Laco in a 'what the heck?' sort of way, but then nods his head, getting to his feet, leaving his drink on the bar. "If you'll excuse me, Commander," says the second officer, moving to join the Lieutenant. "Lead on."

"Orb...falling from the sky." Jim wrinkles up his nose, reaching with his free hand into the plate of worms and stuffing them unceremoniously into his mouth as he falls back into his spell of muttering. Falling orbs indeed.

Laco heads out and into the Mall.

Laco has left.

Goodwin heads out and into the Mall.

Goodwin has left.

"Lieutenant Commander Norhalat, commanding officer of the Starfleet contingent on Calder II," the Horta replies to Kogh. "It is a pleasure to meet such a distinguished Klingon diplomat."

"Wine," Adansae orders, her voice oddly flat. She continues to stare at the Horta until she catches herself; realizing that she's being rude, she pries her gaze away and attempts a smile for the bartender. "Busy night," she notes. "Take your time."

Jatila blinks after Ayshala, not sure if her order was heard or not. With a shrug, she turns back toward the Ambassador, only to glance toward Laco, then Goodwin. "Outside?" Her gaze flicks toward the viewport. "Now what are they up to?"

O'Rielly pulls a PADD off his belt and enters something into it.

GAME: Mulwray contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: K'net-mauri contests his Intellect/Perception vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Jatila contests her Intellect/Perception vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Adansae contests her Intellect/Perception vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Kogh contests his Intellect/Perception vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Kran'dok contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Ayshala contests her Intellect/Perception+D vs Challenging and Dramatically Succeeds.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Challenging and Marginally Fails.

Kran'dok tries to take everything in. He smiles to both the Adjutant and the server. He blinks a few times, clearly overwhealmed. Still trying to get his bearings he says, "Jolan'tru," to everyone near him. "Thank you Ayshala, that would be great."

O'Rielly turns to look out the window after he enters his PADD message, but doesn't yet see anything.

K'net-mauri pauses in glancing around the room, and stares at the viewport. He moves over to the sheet of transparent aluminium to perhaps get a better look.

As she waits for Ayshala to fill her order, Adansae shifts her gaze to the viewport -- and frowns. "Hey," she calls to no one is particular. "There *is* something out there. Look, you can't see the stars."

Ayshala grins to Ada and slides the wine in front of her. "I have to get the nice Romulan lady's order and the cheese for the Commander and..." She pauses, blinking at the window. "Um, is that a new feature of the station? Exterior robots heading this way? Is that the new window-washing feature for the viewports?"

Jatila lifts an eyebrow, watching her Ambassador. "Uhlan," she says, in a 'attend us' sort of way, as she moves to follow K'net-mauri. "You can't... what?"

"See the stars," Adansae repeats, moving away from the bar towards the window in hopes of seeing more.

GAME: Mulwray spends a courage point.

Kran'dok falls in behind the Romulan delegation, not saying anything furter. It seems he goes from civilian to guard in no time at all.

K'net-mauri doesn't say anything more, for the time being. He just looks out the port.

Kogh blinks slowly, thoughtfully. "Distinguished Klingon diplomat. Not, I am sure, a phrase I have often encountered." A small laugh, cut off before it can build. That's when people start turning to stare at the viewport. Quite naturally, the Klingon Ambassador follows suit - having been turned at a slight angle to it before.

GAME: Mulwray contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging? and Dramatically Succeeds.

GAME: Mulwray contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Fails.

A Vulcan looks out the viewport, stoically contemplating the stars.

Norhalat rotates to face toward the viewport as well, rumbling slightly. "Curious, isn't it?"

"...eh?" And while he's stuck in his mutterings even Jim the presence of mind to squint up at the viewports - getting up from his table, the big man squints through the transparent hull. "I don't see anything," he murmurs, lips pursed a bit. "Everyone? Best to back away from the viewports a bit, if you please." Now he's reaching for his commpin, a faint frown on his lips.

Jatila glances up at K'net-mauri. That silence of his... She settles back, taking a look toward Kran'dok before joining the general staring out the viewport. "Jim might have a good idea there," she murmurs. "Uhlan, do you concur?"

Mulwray taps his com badge. "Lieutenant JG Mulwray to Operations."

Shamash arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Shamash has arrived.

K'net-mauri glaces at Jatila. "I believe that he does," he says, solemnly. He steps backwards, unhurried, away from the viewports.

GAME: Kogh contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

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

GAME: Mulwray contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Kran'dok contests his Intellect/Perception+D vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Jatila contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Over Mulwray's com badge, someone says, "Commander Ghorev here. Make it quick, Mister Mulwray, as I have an annoyed Romulan Warbird officer on my viewscreen."

At Mulwray's suggestion, Adansae backs a few paces away from the window, but continues to gaze out. "How can you not see--" She cuts herself off as the security officer speaks into his compin.

Kran'dok steps infront of the Ambassador and Adjutant. He looks carefully out the windows, squinting as he tries to see what exactly is going on.

GAME: K'net-mauri contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

. o O Kogh thinks, "Look away? Why? There's nothing there. Then again, if there's nothing there, why keep looking?"

Ayshala continues to bustle behind the bar, sliding the wine in front of Adansae as she goes about fixing Jatila's order. "Alright, folks, this round is on the house. Everyone head over here to the Counter to get your drinks and away from the viewport. Step away from the viewport, people, and please don't trample the space ra...ER! The Commander." Yup, she's blushing now, working quickly. "Who wants what?"

. o O Laco thinks, "Wow. I had no idea how much I missed this station... It will probably be quite some time, if ever, I get to sit here again."

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

Shamash enters the Zone, or rather stops short just barely inside the doors to look around the establishment, checking over the patrons and just who is present. Nods go to those he recognizes, a wave here and there as he decides to move on in and towards the counter.

Kogh grunts, sounding distinctly irritated. "I see nothing," he declares, voice rising a touch. "-Why- should I look away?" Stubbornly he continues to stare at the viewport, squinting.

Jatila's eyes widen a little. For a few seconds, she stares out the viewport, until Kran'dok's blocking of her view breaks her little trance. She steps back rather more quicly than her boss. "I suggest we all find something to hold onto. Just in case."

. o O Jatila thinks, "What is it with the Neutral Zone? Tal'kaden attack, I was in here. Now this! I have got to avoid this place in the future."

"I don't think that's liable to help very much," remarks K'net-mauri.

. o O Kogh feels distinctly irritated. Irritated, annoyed, vexed.

Into his com badge, Mulwray says, "I got something heading for the station, sir. Confirmed optical void on approach - about a meter long. Might want to turn sensors out that way."

Over Mulwray's com badge, Ghorev says, "Yes, thank you. We are working on a similar situation here. Operations out."

Mulwray's com badge clicks as Ghorev drops off channel.

O'Rielly overhears Jatila, and even though he still hasn't noticed anything, he decides discression IS the better part of valor, so he naturally grabs onto the bar."

Mulwray turns from the viewports and his murmured conversation, holding up a hand. "Ladies and gentlemen. If you don't mind, I'd like you to step back from the viewports and head in orderly fashion into the corridor. Take your time and make your way out, and I will inform you when you may return. Shouldn't take but a few minutes."

Adansae backs herself all the way back to the bar, stopping only when her back connects with the counter. She continues to stare at the window, the Horta apparently forgotten as she listens to Mulwray's compin conversation. "A similar situation?" She frowns. "We're either in good company, or in a lot of trouble."

Norhalat flutters about his edges. "That is good for those of us with hands," it remarks wryly.

K'net-mauri shrugs. He gives the viewport another long studious look, and turns to head out.

Kran'dok steps back a few paces, not terribly afraid, but keeping infront of his charges just in case. "Stay back Sir," he says to the Ambassador. "You know how much I love to take senseless chances."

K'net-mauri smiles at Kran'dok, wryly, but obeys the fellow.

"We really have to work on that optimism of yours, sir," Jat mutters toward her Ambassador. With a snort at Norhalat's remark, she comments dryly, "I don't think that's liable to help very much," in response to Mulwray.

Kogh growls under his breath, pushing up from the bar in a manner that can only be described as deeply aggravated. But his voice is quite quiet - only loud enough to be heard, not over-spoken. "It would be nice to have a -reason-."

. o O Kogh thinks, "If there is no good reason for interrupting my drink..."

Suddenly, the thing flashes with golden light and rockets straight toward the windows -- impacting the transparent aluminum and smashing its way through.

The computer's voice suddenly comes to life. "Warning! Hull breach on level 18, section 1. Atmospheric venting in progress. Emergency forcefields will engage in five seconds."

O'Rielly suddently stands up to leave

GAME: Ayshala spends a courage point.

GAME: K'net-mauri spends a courage point.

GAME: Adansae spends a courage point.

The red alert klaxon sounds throughout the station.

GAME: Kogh spends a courage point.

GAME: Adansae contests her Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Ayshala contests her Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Kogh contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Succeeds.

GAME: K'net-mauri contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Shamash spends a courage point.

GAME: Jatila spends a courage point.

GAME: Shamash contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Jatila contests her Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Kran'dok spends a courage point.

GAME: Kran'dok contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Mulwray spends a courage point.

GAME: Mulwray contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Norhalat contests his Coordination/Reaction vs Difficult and Fails.

A transport ship can be seen out the viewport making a docking manuever.

GAME: O'Rielly spends a courage point.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Difficult and Fails.

Ayshala was just about to heave a great sigh and start toward the door when the thing hits. She looks, well, rather startled and put out when she hits the ground, sliding toward the window. Hands reach blindly for anything and everything she can grab hold of, squawking indignantly, and fearfully, as she goes.

Jatila's eyes flare wide open, and so does her mouth, but it's only after the thing smashes through that any sound comes out. Ducking turns into a fall to the floor, then she's curling desperately, hands seeking frantically for something to hold on to, to cease the inexorable slide toward space that occurs with atmospheric venting. That's when her scream sounds.

The impact sends Adansae toppling over against the counter. A quick grab at its surface almost saves her, but her fingers are unable to gain purchase against the slick surface and she crashes to the floor and begins a helpless slide towards the window, which she attempts to halt by grabbing at chairs, tables, carpet, anything.

. o O Jatila thinks, "No! No! Kran'dok! The Ambassador! My baby! STRELL!"

Kran'dok's feet fly out from under him as he's getting pulled towards the new exit. He frantically grasps for anything he can find. Save himself first, then the other Romulans. Does no good to have two dead weights hanging on to eachother.

K'net-mauri isn't exactly startled, but he didn't take Jatila's advise and grab on to anything, and those soft soled shoes of his don't seem to offer much traction. He slides, skating on the deck-plates for a moment before he falls. Or hits the deck. Hard to say if that was deliberate or not. It looks a bit painful, though. He's a tall man, so it's a long way to fall. And he's a thin man, and there's a bony painful-sounding thud-crunch, probably unheard what with the rush of air and the shouting. The Romulan Ambassador bares his teeth in a snarl as he spreads himself out on the floor, slowing himself a little just by friction as his fingers scrabble for a hold.

GAME: Kogh contests his Coordination/Dexterity+A vs Difficult and Fails.

Shamash was just about to open his mouth to order something after he approached the counter as he looses his balance through the sudden decompression and gets pulled towards the hull breach, arms moving frantically for something to hold. The expression on his face first one of surprise, then shock and horror.

Now as it happens, Jim - who isn't as spry as some folks in here, or quite as well-spread as the Horta - is still dense enough to resist in partial the sudden vent of air that marks decompression. Hand on a table, keeping himself moored, the big man bellows out instructions over the maelstrom roar of the outward gush. "GET BACK!" he roars, his free hand lifted to his face to shield it from any flying objects. "HOLD ON TO SOMETHING AND DON'T LET G--eck!" There's the sound of bone crunching as the Leiutenant takes the plate of gagh in the face, the alloy disk breaking his nose and treating his nice clean uniform with a torrent of cold worms and fresh, hot blood in a torrent.

Kogh braces against the sudden 'wind' at first, keeping his feet and leaning against the wind, a wide grin spreading. "Ahhh," he roars above the sound of people and air, "-now- I see why!" Strangely, though, he seems to be trying to stride generally -towards- the hole - perhaps even towards Jatila. But balancing in the wind while still is quite different to balancing while moving - and his feet unsurprisingly don't quite keep up with his body. Face-forwards he goes down, sliding towards the hole himself. His roar of fury is significantly louder than the wind.

O'Rielly starts to lose his grip on the bar and suddenly starts to lose his footing as he starts sliding down the bar where he's holding on.

. o O Kogh thinks, "Pregnant - even if a Romulan - dishonourable - argh, I spit at you, universe!"

. o O Kogh feels furious, at just about -everything-. But a rising sense of pride undermines the fury. And for an instant, briefly,amusement and joy.

Norhalat flips like an overbaked pizza, rolling toward the hull breach with a very distinctly loud rumbling sound that doesn't quite translate through the translator. Just as it's about to go out the window...

...the forcefield engages with a sizzle, sealing the window, and ending the mad rush toward outer space -- thankfully enough.

. o O Ayshala is utterly terrified, beyond scared out of her mind.

The computer's voice sounds once again. "Atmospheric integrity restored on Level 18, Section 1."

Jatila collapses on the floor on her belly, her whitened fingers- and paling that much is quite a trick for a green-blooded Romulan- clawing at it until she realizes she's not moving. Her forehead drops, pressing against the wonderful, beautiful deck plating, as she gasps for breath.

Ayshala continues the headlong slide until she's suddenly...not. The restoration of the forcefield is enough to stop her on its own, however, there's another reason for her abrupt cessation of movement: She's slammed into the side of K'net's body, head first, finger turning into claws as she scrambles for a handhold on something, and that something is the poor Romulan Ambassador.

Kogh leaps to his feet, bristling with anger, and tugging at his robe to pull it back down, since it had been pulled to an exceedingly undignified position up over his head. But he moves immediately to Jatila, stooping. "Do you require a doctor, Adjutant Jatila?" His voice is not particuarly friendly - he -is- still quite quite furious, the reason probably obvious - but concerned all the same. He motions vaguely, a glance around the room.

"ALL RIGHT," roars Jim now, suddenly realizing his voice reverberates across the bulkhead like God's own over the sudden stillness returned to the room, "...all right." Mind you he sounds like he has the worst cold /ever/ and he's still streaming blood down his front. "I want everyone outside - move quickly into the corridor and stay there." His free hand slaps wetly at his breast in a shower of blood and worms.

. o O Jatila thinks, "Maybe... maybe next time... When I suggest holding onto something, I'll take my own advice."

Adansae lands in a whimpering heap a few feet from the window, where she either takes a moment to rest or finds herself stuck as a tangle of limbs. Moving slowly, painfully, she untwists herself and touches her forehead with a trembling hand. Before her vision is even restored to normal, she calls out to the room, "Is anyone hurt?" The sight of Mulwray earns him a flinch, but the man is shouting orders, and she's doing her best to get to her feet.

K'net-mauri emits an angry snarling barking sound as Ayshala's skull smacks into his ribcage. He gets tumbled over a bit, and then groans.

. o O Kogh thinks, "They will not like this, if word reaches the Empire. But to hell with them. Honour before a grudge; even if the Romulans -are- spineless, worthless cowards, spacing is no way for a new life to die before it is born."

Mulwray taps his com badge. "Lieutenant JG Mulwray to Operations."

Over Mulwray's com badge, someone says, "Operations, Mister Mulwray. We know. Bad stuff is going on."

Norhalat slowly rights itself, flapping slightly. "That was singularly unpleasant," it offers with some measure of distaste in its tone. "I know now why the Mother told me to never go into the Great Void." Slowly, it shakes itself like a wet dog, and then echoes Adansae's question: "Is anyone injured? If not, please move toward the exit."

Kran'dok just begins to gasp for breath as the forcefield seals the exit. He wastes no time in poping to his feet and moving towards the Adjutant and tries to help her to her feet. "Come on Jatila. We need to get out of here," he says glancing down at her belly again.

A Ferengi merchant flashes latinum and a wicked, toothy grin at Milara.

Ayshala groans quietly, still holding to K'net's robes, fingers almost helplessly tangled in it. "Ow," she murmurs. "I didn't mean it, honest. Not a space rat..." Knees get pulled under her but she's not quite up yet, and still holding onto the Ambassador. Looks like someone has just experienced her first hull breech.

Into his com badge, Mulwray sounds unpleasantly like his head is stuffed with clay. "I have a physical breach in the Neutral Zone - I need engineering, medical /and/ security teams down here immediately." He mutters something that sounds like something your mother'd stuff you in a barrel for a year if she heard it. "Please."

Shamash comes to a halt, face down, arms steched forward as if clawing into the ground. It takes another moment for him to realize that everything stopped and he gets to his feet with a groan, looking around to assert the damage, a taxing glance towards the emergency forcefields. "Everybody out.", he too mentions, but then goes to help the civilians. Being at the counter, it is them who he turns to, "Do you require assistance?" That to K'net-Mauri and Ash even as he crouches down near them.

Jatila gets her hands pressed against the floor to either side of her, and shakily pushes herself up to sit, trying to push vent-wilded hair out of her face. "I... Thank you, Minister Kogh. I think I am whole." Her look toward him is not ungrateful, nor is the one she offers Kran'dok as she accepts his assistance.

K'net-mauri twists a little, wincing, but he doesn't manage to sit up, being a little too entangled.

Over Mulwray's com badge, Goodwin says, "We're aware, Mister Mulwray. To my knowledge, Counselor Adansae is on site. We have EVA teams prepping as we speak. Please take command and control the situation. Do we have casualties?"

Moving in a daze along with the others, Adansae heads towards the exit. She looks over the others as she walks towards the others. "I'll be back with a medkit in a moment," she calls to Mulwray, giving her head a painful shake as she slips out and away.

Adansae heads out and into the Mall.

Adansae has left.

Into his com badge, Mulwray says, "Some obvious injuries, sir, but nothing beyond the walking wounded it appears. I'll get them into the corridor for triage."

Laco arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Laco has arrived.

Over Mulwray's com badge, Goodwin says, "Very well, Mister Mulwray. Goodwin out."

Mulwray's com badge clicks as Goodwin drops off channel.

Mulwray taps his com badge and terminates transmission.

Ayshala seems to realize that she's got two handfuls of Romulan and starts to untangle herself, tugging at the robes slightly. "Ambassador?" she asks quietly. "Come on, we have to stand up. Are you hurt badly?" She offers him a hand, even as she shakes her head at Shamash. "Just...ow. Nothing's broken. Shaken, not stirred. Or something." Like Jatila, her hair is windblown, which gives her the vague appearance of a female Cousin It.

K'net-mauri grimaces and sits up, carefully. "Not badly," he says, wincing again.

O'Rielly slowly picks himself up once the atmosphere is restored. He looks around for the PADD he was messaging on moments before, frowning when he can't seem to find it.

Mulwray resets his com badge.

Laco steps into the Neutral zone, opening his tricorder.

Kran'dok slowly walks with the Adjutant out into the hall way, taking his time to make sure he does not her her or child. "Carefull mam." For a big Romulan, Kran'dok seems quite gentle at the moment.

Kogh glares at Kran'dok, fists clenching -tightly-. For a moment it would seem - but the moment passes, and he relaxes. He nods to Jatila, stepping back, gaze sweeping the room. "Does anyone require my assistance getting outside? If you are injured, I will carry you." He draws himself up, proudly. The anger appears to be dissipating - slowly - in that the tension ebbs away from his body steadily, fists unclenching into normality.

Shamash nods briefly to Ayshala, "I am glad" then to K'net-Mauri "Let me help you get up, Sir, we need to vacate the premesis." He holds out his hand.

. o O Kogh feels deeply proud of himself - which appears to be killing the anger off. Partly.

Jim takes a moment to wipe a big smear of blood and dinner off his face - he's growing a bit white, but he moves with purpose. "All right," he thunders, "Everyone who's not wounded or medically trained I want to get outside, immediately. Injured parties are to remain, we have medical teams on the way."

Norhalat flutters and flaps for a few moments more, then heads out the doors.

In his wake, it becomes obvious that whatever it was is now embedded in the bulkhead behind the bar, sputtering and sparking -- and having seen better days.

Walters arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Walters has arrived.

Adansae arrives from the mall, the entrance's double doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Adansae has arrived.

K'net-mauri hesitates an instant, then grasps Shamash's hand in his boney one. His grip is tight enough to be painful as he pulls himself to his feet. He's heavy for a skinny guy.

Jatila lifts an eyebrow slightly, noting Kogh's glare. She gives the Klingon a weak smile and a 'what can ya do?' shrug, and starts to move with Kran'dok, before she looks around abruptly. "Uhlan! The Ambassador!"

Laco approaches the object with his tricorder. "Ensign....Ensign. Help me out here."

Walters conceals his Combadge.

Ayshala rolls to her feet, slowly, then turns to offer her arm to the Ambassador. "Come on," she says softly. "Both of you. Jim is dripping gagh everywhere. We need to go outside now." She doesn't look overly steady on her feet - shaken.

Adansae returns within moments carrying a medkit. She stands by the entrance for a moment, looking around to see who -- if anyone -- needs her attention immediately.

Kran'dok shakes his head at the adjutant. "He seems alright enough. Besides, I am sure he would want me to assist you," he says looking back to the Ambassador for approval, but not really expecting to need it.

GAME: Laco spends a courage point.

Walters starts looking for the object, and the hole in the wall with tricorder in hand. He doesn't say anything as he starts to scan the room.

Shamash grimmaces at the strong grip but helps the Ambassador vacate the NZ, maybe with or without Ayshala close by. Though her remarks are not commented other than with a short "Yes, Ayshala"

GAME: Laco contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Impossible and Succeeds.

. o O Kran'dok thinks, "Darn Klingon! Step asside and let me help /my/ adjutant and her child. Go find some one else to look after."

K'net-mauri nods to Kran'dok as he straightens up, and says, "I'll live. Carry on." He smiles a bitter and slightly pained smile at Jatila.

Jatila gives K'net-mauri a dubious look- even in her condition, she's obviously protective of him- but she reluctantly allows Kran'dok to continue on with helping her out if he wishes.

"That'll be under your own recusal, Ambassador," rumbles Mulwray wetly as he crosses the deck toward the struggling Romulans - folks are poking at Zeus's thunderbolt stuck over there in the bulkhead and so he can organize emergency operations. "But I'd recommend you stay put for the medical staff." A look to Jatila, his paling face pursed in a frown. "And you, Consul? Are you all right?"

Ayshala starts toward the door, just ahead of the Romulan Ambassador. She's clearly going Out, as ordered.

Laco narrows his eyes, "Looks like a Cardassian Hunter." He glances towards Walters, "We're going to need a full list of every single person present here in the Neutral Zone at the time of the attack. And see if you can't get an engineering team up here to...extract it and get it to one of the labs."