And Tomorrow the World Part II

 Episode Name:  And Tomorrow the World Part II

   Written By:  Grey

         Cast:  Goodwin, Green, Grey, Hamilton, Klingon Warrior, Kryn Endilev, Matheson, McKenna, Nabrun and Shamash.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Sat Dec 17 10:24:20 2005

     Stardate:  55488.6

Time: Fri Dec 16 20:13:23 2005

Stardate: 55487.2

The team, on orders from Goodwin, gathers in the Thomas Paine's Transporter Room. Red alert klaxons are flashing throughout the ship, and for the last while its clear the ship been in extended combat. The ship had been hit by enemy fire several times, but its pretty clear that the damage is not extensive. Goodwin, Nabrun and Hamilton have come down from the bridge, while the others gathered from the staging area in the mess hall. Of course, those from the mess hall are no doubt curious to find out what's happening.

Enter Commander Goodwin, checking his belt with its grenades, PADD, and tricorder on it. He has a phaser in his hand that he's slipping into the holster at his side. "Good evening, gentlemen," says the second officer, stopping near the transporter pad. "We have been in combat with New Federation Alliance forces for the last while. We've managed to destroy, disable, or drive off their thirty ship fleet from the area, and are currently working our way through an asteroid field to secure a N-F-A base inside an asteroid in the field. The rest of the Alliance battlegroup is cleaning up out there, so it's just us for now."

Green continues to check over her weapons, in their setting and readiness. She glances up briefly toward Goodwin, an eyebrow arching over gleaming eyes.

Kryn Endilev has reported to the transporter room along with the rest of the personnel from the staging area. He's not exactly in combat kit. In fact, aside from the hrisal that only makes its appearance at state dinners and away missions, he looks like he should be in his office.

Nabrun is checking her medkit for the third time, attention focused quite handily on her teammates and the commanding officer for the mission. She seems relaxed, for the most part - anticipatory.

Shamash checks his own gear, looking just a bit disheveled comming from his own duty station. He listens to Goodwin with one ear, already setting scanning equipment to predefined settings to save time later.

McKenna makes his way in as well from the mess hall, looking just a little confused. "New Federation -who-? Oh hell, did I miss a briefing?" he asks. "Oh never mind, just tell me what needs doing."

Matheson has his medical bag slung over his shoulder, fully checked out in the time he was staged, or working in the Paine's sick bay. He also makes sure he has his tricorder in its proper place, and a PADD. The doctor folds his arms behind him, rocking back and forth nervously on his heels and waits.

Pulling a phaser from her waist band of her uniform Jasira checks it over to determine if it is working. Seeing that it is she slides in back and grabs the other one from her belt and gives it the once over.

"Mister Endilev. Lose the blade, grab a Type II and a stun grenade and a flashbang." Goodwin's voice doesn't brook dissent, nor does he explain the order. To McKenna, he explains, "The N-F-A, to be brief, is a Klingon-Federaion military traitor coalition determined to break apart the Allied powers." It's the Cliff's Notes version, at least. "Our sensors got damaged in the dogfight, so we have readings from zero to one hundred Klingons inside there. Our best estimate is fifteen to twenty-five, however. I have had transmitted to all of your PADD's a copy of the layout of the facility from the best we've been able to get a read from the sensors. Let's take a look at that now, please."

. o O Goodwin thinks, "We're not having a repeat of last time."

"One hundred Klingons, eh, sit?" Endilev asks. Even so, he starts unbuckling his utility belt to remove the scabbard. "Aye, sir. I would like a protest lodged for the record seeing as how Klingons are fond of pointy sticks as well." Once removed and the belt reattached around his waist, he moves to the weapons locker and draws a type-II phaser, but nothing else.

Green closes her eyes briefly and moves to peer over McKenna's shoulder. Presuming he takes a gander at his PADD, of course.

Nabrun seems to be making mental notes of what Goodwin says as she works, then pulls out her own PADD to check what was sent. As always, she's concentrating. One hand pats at her tricorder, the other pats her medkit.

Shamash mentions to no one in particular, but as Sensors were mentioned "Sorry, even by rerouting systems and using the main deflector as sensor suggorate, we were not able to come up with something in time. I go the last sensor scans on file.." he shakes his head "Sorry that i could not have been of more assistance."

McKenna eyes his PADD curiously, studying the information provided. As Green leans over, he shifts to give her a view as well. "Looks exciting," he says wryly.

Matheson removes his PADD from his pocket and looks down at the map, "Well..." he says to himself, "There be Klingons." The map is saved away, and the PADD replaced in a pocket.

Swinging the phaser rifle over her shoulder Jasira pulls out her PADD and studies the layout.

Goodwin doesn't respond to Endilev's objection, but does say, "Grenades, Mister Endilev?" It's not a question. Once everyone is on the same page (or PADD) as the case may be, Goodwin continues. "We'll be beaming onto the other side in the corridor the area marked 'one' on your read-out." He adds, "Unfortunately, we've been unable to determine what each room or section is, and don't have accurate reads on where our hostiles may be. My intuition tells me, however, our entry point is just on the other side of an airlock. But because we're going in blind, I need us to keep sharp." He lets that hang. "Doctors Nabrun and Matheson will be serving as our rear scouts, as they've done in the past. Lieutenants Hamilton and Green will be our pointmen, and Lieutenants Shamash, McKenna, Endilev, and myself will be the middle of the pack. Should anything happen to me, command authority will devolve to Mister Green, as she has experience with this sort of operation." A beat. "Questions?"

Kryn Endilev turns back around and picks up a pair of grenades as though handling an armed tricobalt device. "Right," is all he says and then he returns to the transporter pad.

Green grunts slightly, studying the map. "No real /good/ place to beam in," she mutters as she listens to the CO, mostly to herself, and starts to point. "Wonder what that little-" She catches her name and looks up with a blink. "Ready whenever you give the word, Commander." The SDO glances once toward McKenna, and heads for the transport pads.

. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "With this type of planning, you're damn right command will be devoling through the chain when your fool self and everyone else gets killed."

Nabrun nods to Goodwin. "Sir, I'd like to respectfully request that someone with a phaser be assigned to the rear with Dr. Matheson and myself. Should we be caught in a pinch maneuver or ambushed from the rear, all Dr. Matheson and I have to rely on, as we'll be between two groups with weapons, are our wits and medkits. As has been proven in the past, medkits make piss-poor weapons."

McKenna nods briefly. "Understood," he says succinctly. "Middle of the pack it is."

Shamash, as the normally next highest ranking officer, finds it neccessary to verbally commend "Acknowleded, Sir."

Nodding in agreement with Goodwins statement Jasira makes her way through the group to her position in the front, "Aye sir," she comments placing her PADD in its holder and lowering her phaser rifle out before her at the ready.

. o O Hamilton thinks, "Well hopefully we will not have to deal with the commander dying. But at least he didnt pick me."

Matheson glances to Nabrun, and nods his agreement, but says, "No other questions from me, sir."

Goodwin listens to the Counselor for a moment, then nods his head. "Mister Green, the Counselor's got a point. I want you as rear guard so we have someone with a rifle covering our flank."

. o O Green considers that briefly. "Just as well, probably."

Green gives a nod, readying her rifle. "Aye, sir." Locked... and... loaded.

Glancing over her shoulder at the group Jasira takes a deep breath then lowers her eyes to her rifle reconfirming its status.

. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh great, just me on point."

Goodwin goes to step up on the pad, nodding to the team. "Let's step up, folks," says the mission leader, giving his gear one last check and then waiting for the rest.

Shamash takes his position without further ado.

Kryn Endilev changes the settings on his phaser and turns the safety off before stepping up onto the pad. "Doctors in the middle please. Everyone else, outward facing, firing positions."

Following the leader Hamilton takes a position towards the front of the pad, "Ready sir."

McKenna gets into position, and nods. "Let's kick this pig," he says brightly. But his manner is all business, even if his tone isn't.

Matheson finds his way onto the transporter pad, getting into position. "I hate these things. Something about hoping a few of the trillion bits of me don't get mixed up." He sighs, and clasps his hands behind his back. "Time to go see the elephant."

Green, already stepped, glances briefly toward Endilev as she waits for the others. Her eyes narrow briefly, but she says nothing... for now.

. o O Green twitchtwitchtwitch. "Who the hell do you think you are, Lieutenant?"

Nabrun looks between Green and Kryn for a moment before she steps onto the pad, medkit at the ready, tricorder out. Her position is the one nearest LT Green.

Once the team is assembled on the transporter pad, the chief handling the controls begins the transport. A moment later the team is in the hallway Goodwin requested. The empty and quiet hallway. About 3 meters away is the door to the room marked 'one' on the map, a set of sliding double doors.

"Scans. Now. Get down." Those are Goodwin's first words once the team as finished dematerializing inside of the New Federation Alliance base. He gets down to one knee, so he's less of a target. "Security, cover us. Mister McKenna, Mister Shamash, try to get me what sort of rooms are around us, if you can. Doctors, Mister Endilev, I want to know about life signs."

Green drops fluidly to take a knee, the muzzle of her weapon moving already. Left, right, up, down- covering every bit of space in front of her and quite a bit to the sides, as she seeks the merest hint of life about.

Lowering her phaser rifle into position Jasira confirms the safety is off and its ready to fire. Glancing around she makes the way to the front and leaning against the wall she lowers down to one knee and points the rifle at the door.

Shamash moves a few steps to the side after beaming down, his first priority being his tricorder, simply having to trigger one of the predefined search pattern this time, a map is what the Commander wants, a map is what he shall have.

Kryn Endilev does down onto one knee as he processes his field of vision. A quick look left and right followed and then, "Clear." After that, he pulls his tricorder out and starts a scan.

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

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

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

GAME: McKenna contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Matheson looks down at his tricorder, which he flips out of his pocket with a practiced movement of his wrist. He sinks to one knee and moves the tricorder in two half arcs, scanning on either side of him, "Three life signs close, within fifteen metres. I'm not getting good readings on anything else."

GAME: Shamash spends a courage point.

GAME: Shamash contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Impossible and Fails.

Nabrun is on her way down to one knee as soon as she can possibly get there, tricorder out and scanning. "I concur with LT Matheson," she says quietly. "They're hostile, ready for battle. Angry. Weapons are being prepared. They're ready to fight and die fighting."

. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "Klingons. Duh."

McKenna is already getting down as well, using his tricorder to get a scan of the immediate vicinity as ordered. "All I'm getting is from the closest room... lots of machinery and systems and computers. The profile reads much like Operations."

"Direction of those life-signs, Mister Nabrun?" asks the second officer, his head swiveling to the Counselor. He tosses his head towards the two doors. "Over there?" He means the 'Operations-esque' room.

Nabrun shakes her head slightly. "I think so," she says quietly. "But I believe that they've got something that may be impeding us, obscuring the readings. It's rather difficult to get any kind of solid directional reading."

"I'd say that taking Operations would be a good start," murmurs Goodwin. What luck he has. "All right. Mister McKenna, Mister Shamash, there's an access panel. Get working on the problem for us, and especially see if we can overcome the defensive systems in the process." He looks around at the team. "Rest of us, let's keep watch and keep ready."

Green nods once, very slightly, in acknowledgement, though she otherwise doesn't move except to continue covering the corridor.

McKenna offers helpfully, "Before we start messing with systems and maybe breaking things, why don't we try pressing the door button? Just in case?"

GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder vs Routine and Succeeds.

From her position against the wall Jasira says her voice just high enough to carry the distance to Goodwin, her eyes still focused on the door, "Sir, might I suggest once the door is open we throw a stun grenade into the room then shut the door before they are able to attack us."

GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Kryn Endilev aims his tricorder at the hatch into what is hopefully operations. After a moment he says, "Commander, if they start poking around in the guts, it's likely the bad guys on the other side are going to know. If we blow the door, grenade it, and then take the room, we can probably catch them by surprise. I estimate a setting of level ten will vaporize the door instantly."

. o O Hamilton thinks, "Didn't I just say something to that effect?"

Shamash nods to McKenna, the dry humor not lost to him. "Very true" he moves to the side of the door, taking another scan of the immediate surrounding "Nothing indicates that there would be a problem just opening it... On your mark, Sir?"

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Nabrun points her tricorder at the doors Goodwin indicated and studies the display. "They're clumped in a group, sir, about 2 feet apart. They're behind something rather thick and rather large. There are three of them, and they appear to be 7 meters beyond this door. There's a hallway just inside, about 2 meters long, and past that there's a room. They're five meters past the end of the hallway." All the information is given, with detailed explanation, of course. Clipped and concise.

Matheson looks down at his own tricorder, "Sir, I agree. That's what my scans show as well. They're down a hallway and inside another room. a total of seven meters."

Goodwin pauses just a moment to process the various suggestions, then shakes his head. "If I was an evil mastermind, I'd use that corridor as a place to trap would-be assaulters," says Goodwin. "Mister McKenna, Mister Shamash, pop the case on that control panel and see if you can get me a local systems analysis. I want to know if I have defensive systems there before we go in. I think they might know company is on the way, so I'll take that chance." And for the rest, it's apparently time to let the science-y types go to work. "Doctors, good work, let's keep it up." He remembers his Command function of 'Encouraging team members' while they wait.

GAME: Shamash contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Green comments without looking around, "Only three subjects in an Ops center?"

Her eyes still focused on the door, her phaser sweeping from side to side Jasira nods in understanding as she stands her ground waiting for the door to open.

GAME: McKenna spends a courage point.

GAME: McKenna contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Systems Engineering+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

McKenna nods to Goodwin. "As you command." He looks to Shamash. "You work the hard stuff, I'll back you up," he allows cheerfully. He moves over to lend a hand on the panel. Eventually, he observes, "I don't see anything untoward."

"Just a moment.." Shamash moves to the control panel even while accessing his tricorder. He taps out a few command sequences, again and again consulting his tricorer. "Lt Nabrun was right insofar as i can not get any long range readings of this facility, it appears to be shielded. About the immediate surrounding however, "No booby traps in the immediate surrounding that we were able to find, Sir."

Kryn Endilev snaps his tricorder shut and reholsters it. In the meantime, he busies himself checking the phaser over. Again.

. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "Meanwhile, as the internal sensors summon security..."

Nabrun slips in next to Shamash and does a few things of her own before commenting, quietly, "No weapons traps, Sir. It looks safe."

"Mister McKenna, pop the door for us, please, and then we'll head on in," says Goodwin to the Quartermaster near the panel, after the team has confirmed the coast is clear.

"Ah, Commander," Tay notes mildly. "All due respect, hell of a lot easier and safer tossing a grenade down that little corridor."

McKenna nods to Goodwin. He makes a briefly dramatic flourish, and presses the door button, allowing said door to do its thing. Of course, he makes damned sure to be out of any direct line of sight/shot once door is opening. "There you go sir." James McKenna, Opener of Doors.

The door hisses open and inside is a room hewn from the rock of the asteroid, unfinished unlike the hallway, which was finished. Inside is a round tunnel about two meters long. Past that the room opens up and various pieces of equipment are present. This is some sort of lab or control center.

GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.

GAME: Goodwin contests his Planetary Tactics/Small-unit+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

"We're going fast and hard," Goodwin explains the plan to those around him. "Mister Green, give me a flashbang in the room. Once it goes, we charge 'em and take them down while they're still reeling. Remember, our targets are behind an obstacle, so we want to throw to the side of it rather than on it." His eyes flick to each team member. "Once the flash has gone off, Hamilton, Green, lead us in. McKenna, Shamash, Endilev, and I will follow. Take up firing positions behind the equipment and pick them off." He looks to the doctors. "You'll come in behind and pick up the pieces if this doesn't work." Now it's up to Green to get this party started. "On your mark, Mister Green."

. o O Nabrun sighs quietly, mentally. "So much for keeping the doctors safe in case something comes down the hall, Commander. At least Tay's got some first aid training for when we both get shot."

Kryn Endilev starts moving around in order to get into the ordered position for the entry. He checks his phaser one last time and then cranes his head to look at Green. "I think he actually wants you to go into the room this time, Lieutenant," he comments with a tone too innocent to be such.

McKenna nods and doublechecks his equipment to make sure everything is within easy reach and ready to go. "Ready," he acknowledges, glancing to Green to watch her in action.

Matheson moves out of the way, really, behind the armed members of the party, making sure that his medical pack is slung close to hand. And he waits.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Green contests her Athletics+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Green slings her rifle over one shoulder, slips her pack from the other, and retrieves a grenade from the latter as she turns to move toward the door. In a low murmur, she advises the team, "Get to the side and don't watch through the door, folks." Through which she looks for a half-second herself, from the side of the doorway, as she tabs the grenade's primer. Endilev is ignored. And on a silent count of three, she sends her toy... uh, the grenade... skittering down the rocky corridor, and quickly ducks to the side again.

Nabrun dips her head to Goodwin, though gives a baleful look to the area behind her, then situates so that her back is to a wall and she has a decent sightline for anything coming at the group from behind. Yes, she's playing as small a target as possible. Her medkit, as well, is at hand.

Shamash exchanges his tricorder for the type II, giving Goodwin a short "Aye" as acknowledgement moving into a crouch and in position.

Leaning further against the wall as the door slides open Jasria waits for a reaction, finding none she edges closer to the door and waits for Green to throw the grenade. Glancing briefly at Endilev she frowns then looks towards the wall as the blast goes off, ready to rush in at a moments notice.

. o O Hamilton thinks, "What is with that guy? Either they are friends or I don't want to get between them."

As the grenade disappears down the hallway and into the room a Klingon yell can be heard. Them a bright flash and then more yelling. All three of them seem to be yelling. An off target disruptor blast streaks past the hallway.

At the 'bang!' it's time to go. "Move!" says Goodwin, waving at the team to make its way on into the control type room. He waits for Hamilton and Green to move ahead before he charges in after, phaser drawn. He looks for a piece of equipment to take cover behind, and, more importantly, take down a Klingon from behind.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

And Tay plunges in, her rifle slipping easily into her hands, to slide down to a knee at the end of the corridor. That way she can aim her rifle around the corner at the targets, which is exactly what she does. Heaven help any that might still be standing.

Rushing into the hallway behind Green, Jasira makes for the nearest piece of equipment to use as cover. Sliding down to one knee she scans the area before her, her rifle sweeping from side to side.

McKenna follows, phaser in hand but staying well behind Hamilton and Green, where he's at least vaguely assured of a minor degree of safety. He keeps his head down and the rest of him to the side as he seeks out some equipment to take shelter behind.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Kryn Endilev follows along with the charging line. As people maneuver to find cover, the Andorian continues to run into the room, phaser extended.

Shamash moves in his half crouch behind the pointers, part of the main group as instructed. Phaser at the ready, his head whips around, looking for cover and downed enemies alike, the free hand keeping the tricorder handy, even though he is not able to operate the gadget at this time.

Matheson scans through the hallway, "The Klingons are unharmed, sir, but probably disoriented..." he reports. "Which, erm, I guess is the point." he admits.

Nabrun turns slightly toward section three, brow furrowing as she studies her tricorder. "I think something's down there," she tells Matheson quietly, then lifts her voice just enough to be carried to the nearest of the insertion crew. "Lots of hostility, and I'm detecting life signs near section three. Uncertain of the number or direction of travel."

GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.

GAME: Hamilton spends a courage point.

GAME: Goodwin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

GAME: Hamilton contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

GAME: McKenna contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

The team storms into the room, firing away at the targets. Five precise shots hit and disable the three Klingons, sending them all crashing and slumping to the ground. The room, now that the team is in it, is clearly a control room of some sort. Consoles are assembled and setup all over the place, most of them connected and powered on.

Goodwin wastes no time ordering his team around to secure the room. "Doctor Matheson, check out our new prisoners. Mister Endilev, secure them please." He walks around, assessing the room. "Mister McKenna, see if you can get an uplink to the Paine and download the logs off of this place - stuff that looks interesting. Mister Green, work to crack the security grid and see if I can get a more accurate picture where people are. Mister Shamash, assist with the Ops assesment. I don't know if anyone here can read Klingon, but hopefully we can muddle through." He comes back towards Nabrun, phaser drawn, to cover their position. "Mister Hamilton, on me, please. Mister Nabrun, if you can try to keep track of our incoming, if they are, indeed incoming."

Kryn Endilev watches all three Klingons go down in short order as the phaser bolts zip past him. So as he approaches the first body shortly there after, he begins the process of disarming it and conducting an EPW search.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Green straightens, casting a sharp eye over the Klingons. "Bloody," she murmurs. "Anybody got a tricorder I can borrow your tricorder please? Tricorders speak Klingon very well indeed." The SDO heads toward a console, eyeing it balefully.

Nabrun continues to scan down the hallway, brow furrowing as she shakes her head. "I can't get a reading, Sir. They're right at the edge of my range."

GAME: McKenna spends a courage point.

GAME: McKenna contests his Shipboard Systems vs Difficult and Succeeds.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Watching the Andorian race by her position Jasiras features turn to one of irritation and horror, "What the ....," she mutters standing to fire on the closes Klingon. Glancing around to see if there is another target she sees all three Klingons on the floor. Continuing to glance around for another approaching Klingon she nods at Goodwins order. Taking up the post at Goodwins side, her nerves coiled tight at the ready. "I have one Green. If you cant get one from someone else ......," she nods her head towards the pouch at her side, not willing to take her hands off her phaser.

McKenna gets to work with the equipment, muttering, "I really need to brush up on my Klingon one of these days." He has to get his tricorder to help translate, but soon enough, he's got the uplink established, and is busy plundering the logs. "We'll have plenty of reading for the ride home," he quips.

Matheson leans over the Klingons, after they're restrained, and pulls out his own tricorder, which he uses to scan the fallen prisoners, "They'll be fine. Just stunned, otherwise healthy. Nothing spectacular showing up on the medical scans..." He flips the tricorder closed.

Shamash moves with his tricorder from one console through the next, consulting its display rather than the text on the consoles directly. "This is C&C allright... There stands a high chance we can take over from here, Sir" ..provided they don't ... ah, lets not go into details here.

. o O Green thinks, "This feels wrong. It was too easy."

"Well, then, start telling me how that's possible and start doing it," says Goodwin with a nod of his head. "Mister McKenna, you can help with the systems analysis, now. Mister Green." Goodwin takes his tricorder from his belt and hands it to her to help with the translation, since he isn't quite using it. "Get me that security system." He moves back to take up his post once more, letting the others work. "Doctor Matheson, you can keep the watch with us and scan for our friends. Counselor Nabrun, I know you're testing for Hazmat, so you know something about systems. See how you can help over there." He tosses his head to the panels.

Kryn Endilev begins his search of the last unconscious body. He drops to his knee, purposely striking the Klingon in the groin to make sure he's not faking it. His phaser remains pointed close enough to the base of the skull to deliver a killing shot on heavy stun in the unlikely event that the Klingon is somehow booby trapped. Once satisfied, he disarms the man. The gear goes into the pile that's forming off to the side except for the d'k tagh. This gets stuffed into the Andorian's belt.

. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "Jaylas is going to get a kick out of this."

Green moves to retrieve Goodwin's tricorder, though she gives Hamilton a nod of thanks. "Tay or Lieutenant," she comments to Hamilton, and heads off toward a console to start figuring out the security systems and sensors. She remarks off-handedly, "If somebody could shut and lock the door, it might be helpful."

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Systems Engineering+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

Nabrun starts poking through the systems, brow furrowed slightly as she considers everything in front of her. After several moments, she shakes her head slowly. "I'm not finding any traps in the systems," she says quietly. Apparently, though, this doesn't please her. Both brows draw even closer together, fingers tap lightly on the outside of her thigh.

Keeping a close enough distance to Goodwin to be a shield if the need should so arrive Jasira continues to scan the area. Nodding at Greens words she gives a slight smile.

Matheson walks over towards Goodwin, "Aye, sir." He fiddles with his tricorder, as it makes the appriate clicks and beeps, "Oh, wait a minute..." he says, and then turns, "Here... five Klingons, coming towards us from..." a bit of juggling, and he produces his PADD, "Here." his finger stabs out at Room 3 on the map, "From that direction."

GAME: McKenna contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Shamash looks up from his workings "Tay? This one here is Tactical and Security", pointing to the console he is standing at, then pointing out the others for all to see, so that they know where to go "We have an Ops console here, that is a science station.. and this must be Engineering and environmental" that is where he moves to.

McKenna gives Endilev a somewhat dubious look, wincing as the Andorian kicks the downed Klingon where it counts. But then he gets to work with the systems analysis, almost cheerful as he rummages through the data files like a guy left alone with his girlfriend's underwear drawer. "I'm finding the most interesting stuff. Room "11" looks to be a power plant, "9" has all the hallmarks of a weapons lab, "2" is a weapons storage area - don't drool, Tay - and Room Five has at least one prisoner."

"Get me numbers," says Goodwin to Matheson, waving to Kryn. "Mister Endilev, we may need some assistance when it comes to our incoming, so get on over here." He keeps himself down on one knee. "Mister Green, try to get me locations of personnel and override security lockouts. Once we're through pillaging here, we can move to liberating the rest of the base. Mister McKenna, do we have records on our prisoner?"

"Aye, sir," Endilev sounds off and moves to the hatch. "Prisoners are disarmed and clean." He sets up one one side of the opening to wait.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems/Security+A vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: McKenna contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Green heads briskly for the console Shamash indicates, and gets to work, looking back and forth between the tricorder and the board's screens. "Hrm," she murmurs after a moment. "This is tricky. WOrking on it, Commander," she calls.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Shamash spends a courage point.

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

McKenna gets back to work, grumbling as he runs into problems. "Oh sure. Everything else is labeled and open, but they lock prisoner records. All I've got is the word 'Kreth'. Mean anything?"

Matheson looks down at the tricorder again, his PADD slipped back into his pocket, "Definitely five Klingons. Now twenty-five meters away from the direction of room three."

GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.

GAME: Goodwin contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Shipboard Systems vs Challenging and Fails.

"Sir?", Shamash reports "I can lock down the doors from here, compartmentalize the installation. It will not help against those that are in the corridor, but it will protect against sudden...reinforcements.

"Sir, might I suggest if there are five Klingons come from the direction of room three that we might want to go towards room two where weapons maybe stored. That way we have more weapons and the Klingons would be cut off from their supply," states Jasira still scanning the area.

. o O Hamilton feels uncertain and slightly irritated.

Nabrun shakes her head as she works on the system. "I'm trying to figure out how many are here," she calls quietly. "No luck so far."

GAME: Goodwin contests his Planetary Tactics/Small-unit+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

"Lock it down, Mister Shamash. Mister McKenna, see if you can set it up so we can access the command and control functions from the PADD's. Lieutenant Green - see if there's a gas or other non-lethal we can deploy to take out the facility - neurazine or anethesizine." Goodwin's voice is tenser, but also directed as he waits. "Doctor Matheson, keep giving me range. If we can't get this place locked down, then we'll need to take them in a firefight."

GAME: Nabrun contests her Shipboard Systems vs Challenging and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

"Yes, Sir", is Shamash's short answer, tapping the console at the spots where he figured out before, putting the installation into a lockdown.

GAME: McKenna contests his Personal Equipment/Padd vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Routine and Succeeds.

Jasiras lips become a thin line listening to Goodwins words. Straightening her shoulders she tightens the grip upon her phaser and waits for the Klingons to arrive.

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

. o O Hamilton thinks, "Okay, didnt even acknowledge what I have to say. Not like Im into tactics or anything."

"Come to mama," Tay breathes, speaking softly to the console she's working on. Louder, after a moment, "Got it. Anethasizine at your command, sir. Where ya want it?"

"They're coming around the corner, sir..." Matheson says, looking down at his tricorder, "20 meters now, and still closing."

McKenna works on his own part of the project, muttering to himself. "This may take a minute... got to synch everything up."

"Mister Shamash, can you clear up the sensor interference for me? We're still having issues with the tricorders," calls Goodwin over his shoulder as the five Klingons bear down on the Operations center.

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

Shamash moves from one console to the next, finding the Engineering one. Again, using his Tricorder to translate the Klingon, he taps out a few Keys "Yes Sir.. there is a distortion jammer in operation and i... have shut it down... now. Sensor readings should clear up shortly, Sir."

"Mister Green, get me a Station-wide reading on where I have personnel," says Goodwin. "I don't want to be dropping knock-out gas places where I shouldn't be." He seems hesitent. "If it's just all us here, and all of them out there, then we'll just knock out every place that isn't us." He waits as the distance is called out. "Mister Endilev, if you can join us in firing positions, just in case. Doctor Matheson, with the cleared readings, do we have anything new? Mister McKenna, keep doing what you're doing."

Kryn Endilev has been set up at the edge of the hatch since being ordered to guard against intruders a few minutes earlier. He fiddles with his phaser for a moment and resets the beam width to maxium spread. "Take them out, Commander?" he asks.

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: McKenna contests his Personal Equipment/Padd vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Hearing the report that the Klingons are still on their way Jasira looks to Goodwin, "Sir, are you going to take cover?" she nods towards a piece of equipment near where the Klingons should be entering.

. o O Hamilton thinks, "We just can't stand in the middle of the room."

McKenna smacks the side of his PADD several times. "Stupid Klingon computers... I think they broke my PADD. That's what happens when you interface with alien systems without proper protection," he mutters. "Give me another minute and we should be good. Or dead. Mostly the first, though."

Shamash, who stood at a more prominent position behind the console, ducks now and exchanges his tricorder for a phase r once more. Just to be on the safe side.

"Aye, sir." Tay's fingers dance along the console in a graceful waltz, before she reports, "We're the only non-Klingons on the base, Commander. It's all Klingons out there. You can drop gas at your leisure."

Nabrun's eyebrows have now become two slashes perpendicular to her mouth, then suddenly they clear. "Sir," she calls to Goodwin, quietly. "Kreth...I believe that's some relation to Ambassador Kogh. His father, if I'm not mistaken." Someone has just had an "Ah-HA" moment.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

"Sir... they're armed with standard disruptors and knives. And they're /close/ - eight meters and closing. If we don't deploy gas now, the door could be breeched." Matheson says, looking down at his tricorder. Then, he very carefully steps back away from the line of sight of the door.

A pause as Goodwin processes the information from the Security Duty Officer. "All right, Mister Green. Gas every location except here, in the Operations center. It's bed time for everyone else." He finally seems satisfied with that decision.

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.

"Aye, sir," Green answers in clipped tones, eyeing the screens as she works. And then she lets out the breath she'd been holding. "The rest of the base is successfully gassed. Systems'll clear it in five minutes so we can move about." A brief glance toward Nabrun. "Pray he's not injured to the point this stuff'll kill him."

"All right. Let's just wait it out, then. Mister McKenna, raise the Thomas Paine, please, and tell them we have the data to transfer to their banks, and one patient to beam directly to sickbay along with the doctors." Goodwin seems just ever-so-pleased. "Have Mission Operations raise the Klingon battle group and let them know we have some presents for them. Otherwise -- we're done. Mission accomplished." He claps his hands together, holstering his phaser.

Green nods and turns back to work quietly on her console.

Watching Goodwin holster his phaser, Jasiras eyes go wide. Taking a step to put herself between Goodwin and the doorway she raises her phaser rifle as she stares at the door.

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

. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh heck no. I'm not back in my bed yet. Something can still happen."

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

McKenna nods to Goodwin. Still glaring at his recalcitrant PADD, he opens a channel to the Thomas Paine. "Paine, this is Away Team. We've got plenty of data to transfer up, so get ready. Also, one patient to beam directly to sickbay along with Drs. Nabrun and Matheson. And please have Mission Ops raise the Klingon battle group, and inform them that we've got some gifts for them."

Kryn Endilev turns his head to glance at Hamilton. He stares for a few seconds and then motions with his free hand in a kind of shooing sort of deal. "Lieutenant, maybe a little bit off to the side until they wake up and start breaking down the door, hmm?"

Nabrun does some tapping and considering, then nods toward Tay. "Alright Sir," she calls to Goodwin. "I've got the quickest route to the prisoner mapped out and ready for when we can move." There's a breath, eyes going distant, then she nods. "And I'm not picking up anything."

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems/Security+A vs Challenging and Marginally Fails.

Shamash nods to Green as she removes the immediate threat of Klingon occupation of the C&C into slumberland and raises back up behind the console

Jasira glances sideways at Endilev, "Its my duty to get between my commander and a phaser," she states plainly as she waits to hear everyone is unconscious.

Matheson taps on his tricorder, which he has directed towards the door. His eyes narrow, and he makes a small "Hrm." that doctors use to signal that they are about to play oracle and pass along the revelations of the holy Tricorder. And, so, Matheson says, "Sir, the Klingons are out cold."

. o O Hamilton feels put out.

"Lieutenant Endilev," Tay calls mildly over her shoulder as she works, "I'm sure Commander Goodwin has the tactical nature of these team members well in hand." Her brow furrows a bit at the screens she's reading, then she shakes her head and straightens to ready her rifle again.

After a short pause, Ana Lopez answers the hail. "Roger that, Lieutenant. The Klingon battle group has been notified and are dispatching two ships. I'm picking up the two doctors, but I'm not seeing any wounded. Please advise."

"Let Lieutenant Lopez know that we should have one prisoner located in the --" Goodwin pauses. "-- area marked five on Mission Operation's map. It'd be a cell."

McKenna helpfully passes that along. "Sorry, Lieutenant. We want the nice prisoner in room number five. As marked on Mission Op's map. It's checkout time at the Klingon Hilton."

"One moment, Lieutenant," replies Lopez. After a moment her voice returns. "Roger that, reading one life sign and beaming directly to sickbay. Also beaming the doctors to sickbay. The Thomas Paine is standing by to beam the rest of you up on your mark." Even as she speaks, Nabrun and Matheson are picked up by the transporter and beamed back to the ship.

"We're coming home, Mister Lopez," says Goodwin, speaking directly to the comm terminal now. "Beam out when ready." He nods once, then twice, as if assessing the scene, satisfied. "Good work, everyone."

"Yeah," Endilev says from where he's standing next to the hatch. "Except I'm already here and there's not a clear and present threat and you don't need to be pointing that at me." Green, in a reversal of earlier in the evening, gets ignored. With the report of the beam out coming, he resets his phaser's beam width to the default, safes it, and holsters the weapon.

Switching the safety on phaser rifle Jasira looks over at Endilev, "I never rely on someone else to do my duty. You seem to be the same way," she slides the rifle strap over her shoulder and prepares for transport.

Green looks ceilingward for a moment, then shakes her head, and moves to rejoin the others in preparation for transport. "Good calls, Commander."

. o O Hamilton thinks, "What is with this guy?"

McKenna makes sure he has his stuff back in order, and gives his traitorous PADD one last look. "I'm -so- giving you an overhaul," he tells it, sulkingly. "And look, we didn't even blow anything up," he tells everyone else brightly.

Shamash holsters his phaser and returns the tricorder to its pocket as well. He moves to Goodwin as if to reassemble to beam out again. "This went easier than one might have thought it would.. yet it leaves so much to explore."

As everyone falls into place the Paine's transporter pick them up and beam them back to the ship. Behind they leave the scattered prisoners of war, the captured base of their enemy and the tattered remains of a House Koraga fleet. Questions remain though. Where is the Corso and the elusive ex-Starfleet Admiral Leyton, and how much more of House Koraga supported those here today? Is war on the horizon?