Sival

((The Citadel, Anadasa)) M'Surat stood on the fortified wall that surrounded the Citadel, staring at the clouds that were slowly heading landward. He took off his hood, finally revealing his face. He already was an older Anadasan, perhaps 60 years or maybe even older. He was bald and had a deep scar running across his face. He was a tracker, trained to find those who didn't want to be found. Once, in a life long gone by, he was a Commander in the High Guard, but he was stripped of rank after disobeying an order that would've forced his men to fire upon a group of innocent protesters. He lost everything after that. His job, his house and in the end, even his family. Now his sole purpose was to survive, offering his services to the highest bidder as a tracker, just to earn enough money to buy food and shelter. And so, one rainy day, he was called upon by Da'an's new High Priestess, G'Riett. She had asked him to search for a young girl living in an orphanage in the

OOC: This sim contain violence, death and an over the top acting performance. Reader discretion is advised.   ((City Alleyway, Anadasa Surface))   The away team were huddled in a doorway, trying to stay out of sight, about twenty meters down the alley which the shops rear door had opened onto.   Oddas: Suggestions?   Kendrick: I'm afraid things have gotten more complicated now that we've gotten company.   Falt: ::to Ra'Am:: do you know anywhere we could go that will be quiet?   Ra'Am: There's the old chapel. No one goes there now, not since everything changed. They all go to the temple instead.   That sounded ominous. "Everything changed," could certainly be a sign of an external influence at work. He raised a single questioning eyebrow at the Captain and Kendrick, the gesture only slightly spoiled by his forehead ridges.   The Captain returned the gesture, clearly coming to a similar conclusion.   Kendrick: ::nodding:: If this chapel is indeed abandoned,

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Juneau)) There was a lot of doing nothing at the moment, nothing and waiting - which she could turn into a sort of mediation.  Watching the power levels and sensor readings, personnel shifts below decks, more and letting her mind using that repetition to order thoughts, consider possible scenarios as everyone tried to solve issues and let her focus on the mission safe. The Vulcan was focusing on her breathing, even as her eyes followed the status display in front of her, one in particular showing a heart rate of a Bajoran Captain. Tito: Ma'am, I think I found something. Stelek slowly moved her head away from the display, letting herself come out of the moment of calm. Stelek: Something significant? Tito: Traces of compounds that are used on Cardassian ship construction, with some luck we have a hit. Stelek: Let's see it. The main screen clicked, showing a barren gray landscape covered in craters, long gouges, dark shadows, and unforgivable bright lights. 

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Juneau - Before Tito's Discovery)) She was letting the crew do their work, it would not be logical to insert herself into their work.  Stelek was still organizing herself when the comm system came alive. Indobri: =/\= Doctor Indobri to Bridge. I have a report on the Borg. =/\= Stelek: =/\= Report Doctor =/\= Indobri: =/\= I have a detailed report on methods that can be used to reverse assimilation. Time is the key. The shorter the time period between assimilation :: sneeze :: the better my chances are. There is also a method of prevention, but I am assuming it's too late for that since I am certain the away team has already been deployed. :: sneeze :: =/\= Stelek nodded, then raised her eyebrow at the Doctor's sneeze.  Having an ill medical staff during a crisis would be unfortunate, especially with so many crew off the ship.   oO Including the Captain, its ok to say it. Oo  Stelek: =/\= Are you ill, Doctor? =/\= Indobri: =/\= It's nothing, Lieuten

((USS Juneau, deck 1, Bridge)) T'lea made contact to report they were going in and had scanned some levels below the structure. Tito frowned. A Cardassian observation post, with several levels? This couldn't be good. Now with another CO at the centre seat and all teams deployed there wasn't much for them to do, but wait. The question was… For what? He turned his attention to the moon for a second. He kept the sensors running but he turned to Lieutenant Stelek. Tito: Ma'am I am wondering, even if the moon is M-class, whoever built the structure had to travel there, right? Stelek: That seems like a reasonable assumption. Tito: Well I am certain we won't be able to pick any warp trails, and I know it might be another split of our resources, but could you allow me to scan, at least the closest orbital bodies for Cardassian wreckage? I have a feeling that they might still be around. Stelek: Start the objects closest to the moon and work our way out, let's see if we c

((Shuttlecraft, Ocean Floor, Anadasa)) Hesan: Approaching the crash site now. The shuttle settled onto the ocean floor near the largest piece of wreckage.  She wondered if it was eerie to be so close to a Borg ship, even one in pieces.  Not being able to see the wreck illuminated with just the shuttles lights took some of the bite out of it.    Qinn: Doctor Sival?   Sival: It should be safe to enter. The environment inside has a breathable atmosphere. And it is warm - approximately 39 degrees.   Thirty-nine degrees wasn't warm, it was hot.  The surrounding ocean was far closer to freezing than it was to what the wreck was reading.   Qinn: Thirty-nine degrees?  Whatever is causing that heat is either what we're looking for, or related.   Sival: If all three of us go, perhaps the shuttle's computer would be able to keep a transporter lock on us once we are inside?   Hesan: I wouldn't recommend all of us beaming over blind, especially with the sensor interference. I sugg