PH/D01 - Bridge
The sound of the two voices of the Commander and the Caitian medical officer were the only two on the bridge now as they traded their bickering comments back and forth.

What the other assembled officers thought of it was anyone's guess. It wasn't a full blown argument, but it was likely to spill over into one if it continued much longer.

But that wasn't Maz's concern. She wanted to leave the bridge again, and get some air. The room was fully conditioned, but with this many people, it was warming up, and the 'debate' was distracting her from her own inner thoughts that were confused at best.

She tried to process what outcomes would happen depending on what she chose to do next. With the exception of them returning as ordered, every path she considered she knew would end her most likely being discharged from the service because they could.

It was only when Ichika took her hand that she remembered to breath. She gave a weak smile back to the younger woman who then had decided to take it upon herself to put herself between the Commander and the Doctor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Murphy's head snap round and glower at her.

Her head drooped a little, but she took a breath and tried to focus. “Tera.” She said, her voice having a slight tremble as she tried to get the attention of the woman. “Come back here.” She said quietly gesturing for her to remove herself from between the two men before tempers escalated further.

Tactical stands with you.” Said Murphy firmly above the din.

So, you've sided with the Captain. She thought. That's two to one. But Jensen holds security. It's even numbers... Hydish was across the room. He hadn't spoken yet. He had the largest complement of the crew outside of support, and they all knew Sharp would back Braggins.

It looked like Hydish would be the deciding factor.

Science was just her and Ichika. Neither of them had any clout what so ever. The odds were in favour of the majority of the crew following the Captain it seemed.

Giving one last glance up at Ichika, Maz said. “I can't speak for Midshipman Ichika, but I will follow you, but just promise us we're doing this for the right reason.

Internally, she was screaming as she recalled the lonely nights in the prison cells she dreaded were her future to be, once again.
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The first to voice support had been Ragarri; a surprise, to be sure, as Caitians were not exactly a warlike species nor were doctors usually in favour of going rogue based on the moral compass of a Captain whose public service record was...iffy, at best. Jensen, on the other hand, replied with a simple "no" followed by a request for a private meeting. This seemed to spawn an interdepartmental pissing contest between her Chief Medical Officer and her acting Chief of Security. As the two bickered, Jenny contented herself to reach into her pocket and draw a cigarette from the carton and light it. Augmented hearing picked up every word spoken by Ichika, the new Midshipman no doubt trying to be helpful, but seemingly fanning the flames based on the looks she got from some of the other Officers.

And this is why democracy doesn't work.

It was only when Murphy interjected, putting the essential support of the Tactical department behind Jenny, that the young Captain finally turned her attention back to the ongoing argument between Jensen and Ragarri; the last she'd heard, the Caitian had called her First Officer a coward, and she was honestly surprised that an honour duel was not currently being fought in front of the viewscreen. Murphy had obviously had enough, and Jenny's lip briefly quirked in amusement as she heard the older woman curse - something she had never done aboard the Ticonderoga under her father's command.

"That's enough, all of you."

Exhaling a cloud of smoke from her nostrils, Jenny rose to her feet and stepped away from the command chairs, taking a position where she could see the majority of her officers in one grouping.

"I'm not going to bullshit any of you; what I'm going to do is illegal. If I survive, it'll probably see me dishonorably discharged. I will, however, ensure my log entries make no note of people 'volunteering' to come with me. As far as the record will show, you were all following my orders, so none of this will land on you."

Glancing at each of the officers in turn, Jenny mentally calculated which ones were following her out of loyalty to their comrades or their moral compass, who was still uncertain, and who were against the idea in general. It looked as though most of her senior officers would back her, as would their juniors; she knew she had their COB on-side as well, but if the enlisted crew had other ideas things would get sticky.

"Whether we act or leave, we aren't stopping a war. There is nothing noble about leaving our people behind. Starfleet has a history of rolling over and letting aggressor species have their way without ever challenging them directly in the name of peace; Romulans, Klingons, Tholians, even the Cardassians when they annexed Bajor. Not this time; if we let Cardassia retain the Callisto, they can have their war while equipped with a viable first strike weapon that can appear in orbit of any world in the Federation without warning. We cannot let that happen, and maybe, just maybe losing that ability will keep the Cardassians inside their own border."

With a deep sigh, continued.

"It's true, we might die. We might get captured and rot in a Cardassian prison while they find new and inventive ways to torture us before they execute us. But would any of us be able to live with ourselves knowing we had consigned our comrades to that same fate? Would any of us be able to sleep at night knowing we had left a new and terrifying weapon in the hands of our most dangerous neighbour? When will we admit we were wrong? When they publicly execute Starfleet Officers? Or when a fleet appears in Earth orbit and starts bombarding cities?"

She turned to Jensen; her eyes were hard with conviction, but not unfeeling. She really did respect the man for dissenting, whether out of personal conviction or because it was his job as First Officer, but he was also wrong. No amount of respect would change the fact he was speaking out against the moral duty, and if he didn't believe in what they doing, she had no use for him on her ship.

"I'm not going to force anyone to come along who genuinely believes that what we are doing is wrong, but there comes a time in every Starfleet Officer's career when they must realise that Starfleet orders and ethics or morality are often mutually exclusive. For me, it was when we wiped out the Krynar. I would rather be booted out of the service for doing the right thing than keep wearing this uniform having done nothing. If that's not for you, that's fine; there are two Shuttles ready and waiting for launch. You now have three minutes to make that decision."

The last sentence was delivered with a finality that made it abundantly clear that there would be no further discussion. No debate in private. The Captain's mind was made up, she had support (or at least a lack of resistance) from her Department Heads, and a fully-charged Phaser in the holster strapped to her thigh - anyone with half a functioning brain would realise that continuing to challenge her now would be...unwise...
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Peter sighed. The moment had arrived. He had done his duty in attempting to get her to see reason, offered to have the talk in private and not in front of the crew to preserve her authority.
And she had pushed it back in his face and persisted in an order that would doom all of them needlessly. He was not a man to make rash decisions. But this decision was not rash. And he was fully prepared to defend it before an inquiry.

The same determination from before was back in his eyes, though it was also not anger. There was a hint of sadness there.

"Very well", he said, then cleared his voice.

"Computer. Let the record show that the Captain is fully aware that her order is illegal and yet continues to issue it"

Then he looked at Captain with steel, though the same sadness as before as well, in his eyes.

"Captain, the order you just gave is plainly illegal. I'm not going to allow you to give this crew - officers as well as enlisted who didn't get any choice at all - the choice between going rogue, possibly killing themselves or ending up rotting away in a Cardassian slave labor camp on one hand, and marooning themselves on the doorstep of enemy territory on the other. Those orders are horses...manure.", he said gesturing to the PADD. "But they are orders, and I'm not going to allow you to throw away the lives of the crew of this ship because you want to save a close personal friend. I'll happily come back and yell at the Admiral who gave this order with you. But I will not allow you to do this to the crew. Your order is plainly illegal by your own words",

and then he looked around at the assembled group

"and so is following it. Following an illegal order does not make someone blameless, and certainly not one on this magnitude.", he made sure the others knew what their "choice" would have meant. Then he looked back at Braggins: "You are not Hikaru Sulu. And Captain Crawford", he pointed to the viewscreen, "is not James T. Kirk. And this is not the 23rd century, but the 25th."

He realized he'd turned his rebuke into a bit of a speech, stopped himself short, closed his eyes, and with all the determination he had in him said:

"Since you've persisted in issuing an illegal order that would put this crew in unnecessary jeopardy", he said, stressing "unnecessary", as....well...jeopardy was part and parcel of the Starfleet life, "and won't see reason and rescind it, I'm forced to invoke §1088", he said, leaving the words hanging in the air.

"Captain, in accordance with §1088, I am forced by the circumstances to temporarily relieve you of command until we get back to the staging area where the matter will be determined by our superiors. Leftenant", he looked at D'Tor'an, "Please escort the Captain to her quarters. Make sure she has all the amenities and dignities due her rank, except communications"", he looked at the young woman he had known for so long and come to depend on. Then he looked at Black

"Please set course for the staging area at maximum warp, and when we arrive, immediately hail the flagship", he said, then sighed "The rest of you back to your stations and departments. Except you, Crewman", he looked at Brele who had been there all along. "Please remain on the Bridge"

== The die is cast.... ==
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Ichika walked over to her CSO slowly she then turned to face the Captsin as she began to talk about the truth of things and by all that was Tofu it made sense....it made scary sense and it was enough to rise the banners of the damned.
Before  Tera could say anything though the first officer made his point clear also, he had the crews safety in mind and he could see that the Captain was comprimised due to his relations to the other crew, alas even the young officer did not want to leave the crew in the fate of the lizard folk Morals be damned, Starfleet be danned and Cardassians be forever damned with five lights shoved in there backsides for good measure.

"To hell with starfleet, to hell with there cowardness. I'd like to see the Cardassians  try and capture me I'll annoy them to death with my gibberish and we'll mannerd puns, I'm not afraid not when all those lives are in danger, sorry Commander but my loyalty is to the Captain and to our friends." She said folding her arms.


If I'm to die let it be noble, if I'm to serve let it be just, I die a triumphant lunatic and proud.
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The Captain having had enough of the to-and-fro finally made her intentions clear. It made sense, but Black knew no matter what assurances the woman would give, they would all suffer in some way once command had their say.

The Commander however was still not accepting that what had been said was going to happen whether he liked it or not, and began his favourite hobby of quoting regulations that no one in their right mind would have heard of let alone memorized them in the hope of being able to use them one day.

Jensen then issued an order to Lieutenant d'Tor'an, who had only just arrived on the bridge. To take the Captain into custody. And then he turned to face Black. She had been last person to say she stood by the Captain before this all kicked off.

That little git, he's going to go after us one by one. Her brain told her, even as she heard the order he gave.

"Please set course for the staging area at maximum warp, and when we arrive, immediately hail the flagship.”

But the words didn't process. Years of repressed pent up feelings combined with her prior tactical and security training went into full action.

In a flash, she pulled out her weapon, the one that Jensen had ordered every officer was to be armed with earlier. She savoured the look on his face for a split second of confusion and fear as she depressed the firing stud and the yellow energy lanced out hitting the First Officer squarely in the chest dropping him like a wet towel.

“Er... No.” She said wishing that the weapon was set to something other than just stun 2.

Instantly, she looked up into the eyes of Brele. The Cardassian was briefly confused at what he'd just seen, but he was already moving. Black dropped and rolled to her right and fired her weapon again, clipping the man in the waist and spinning him round as he too hit the deck. His own weapon discharging harmlessly away from anyone else.

Now she was up and moving fast, levelling the phaser at d'Tor'an, but she did not fire. She simply raised her other hand and wagged her extended finger to gesture for the Klingon woman to not try anything stupid.

Then she heard Ichika behind her. Making noise. Without breaking eye contact with d'Tor'an, she spun her arm back round her waist and fired blindly dropping the Midshipman into silence. An evil smile plastered across her face...Peace.

Jensen then issued an order to Lieutenant d'Tor'an, who had only just arrived on the bridge. To take the Captain into custody. And then he turned to face Black.

"Please set course for the staging area at maximum warp, and when we arrive, immediately hail the flagship.” he said.

Black lightly let her finger brush the phaser at her side. Ichika was talking again. The atmosphere was tense.

Shut up, Midshiman.” She said to her junior in a tone of voice that no one save maybe Murphy had heard from her before, not even looking in the woman's direction while still focusing on Jensen.

“I'm afraid I cannot comply with that order. Sir.” She said.

In for a penny...
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As Peter awaited action from D'Tor'an, he sighed a bit at Black's refusal. He had given Black a chance to do the right thing despite not being the one at the helm.
Stressful is what this situation was. Loyalty to one's Captain was one of the defining features of a Starfleet Officer. But there were greater loyalties than this to consider. Which is why he had take the action he did. He had been unable to believe what he'd just heard Ichika say and how he'd seen her act, though. As if this situaiton was a joke or a prank, and she didn't realize the seriousness of it.

However it ended, it was certainly no prank, and for the first time in the past few minutes, Peter actually appreciated Black for the way she'd shot that down right quick.

He looked at sh'Zereth

"Petty Officer. Please head for the staging area, maximum warp, and hail the flagship as soon as we arrive", he repeated the order, but to the PO.

He was determined to see this nasty business through to its conclusion. And if Black wouldn't take the ship back the way it came, the actual helm officer would.
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R'Kaar, when he was approached by Ichika, shook his head at her request. Given the state of affairs, there was no time to enjoy a cup of tea, unless it was matcha, because it was going to be a long shift.

Then Tactical joined Jenny's side, and Jenny herself added in her motives for going against orders, and with that, R'Kaar felt vindicated. 

"I'm not going to force anyone to come along who genuinely believes that what we are doing is wrong, but there comes a time in every Starfleet Officer's career when they must realise that Starfleet orders and ethics or morality are often mutually exclusive. For me, it was when we wiped out the Krynar. I would rather be booted out of the service for doing the right thing than keep wearing this uniform having done nothing. If that's not for you, that's fine; there are two Shuttles ready and waiting for launch. You now have three minutes to make that decision."

R'Kaar remembered when found out that the hard way. It didn't end well for him, but, it was an experience he learned from. And in this case, the path was clearer to him, since the Cardassians would use Quantum Slipstream technology against their adversaries, which included the Federation, and the inaction today would be the death of billions later. 

And then, Jensen spoke up. With that, R'Kaar looked straight at the First Officer, and focused on what Jensen had to say, 

"and so is following it. Following an illegal order does not make someone blameless, and certainly not one on this magnitude."

General Order Twenty-Six states otherwise there Commander. Were you sleeping in class the day they were covering Star Fleet General Orders?

Then came the bombshell from Jensen, and R'Kaar almost laughed at the absurdity of what Jensen was doing. 

"Captain, in accordance with §1088, I am forced by the circumstances to temporarily relieve you of command until we get back to the staging area where the matter will be determined by our superiors. Leftenant, please escort the Captain to her quarters. Make sure she has all the amenities and dignities due her rank, except communications."

R'Kaar ran through the number of scenarios that were possible. All of them ended badly, especially since the First Officer had made up a protocol that didn't exist in Star Fleet, and sounded a lot like an old Earth military directive. Potentially something that was part of the Star Fleet Marine Corps, but didn't have a place in Star Fleet itself. Especially since the Commander had just tried to bypass General Order Twenty Eight, which stated that no officer of command rank will be removed from command status unless such action has the complete and unqualified agreement of at least three senior Officers present, and whenever possible, such officers will include the ship's First Officer, Chief Medical Officer, Counselor, and one junior officer of command station. Which the First Officer had just decided to bypass. However, if Jensen was going by the book, then he'd have to play by his own rules unless he was really wanting to commit his own form of mutiny. But, he had to inform the commander of the slippery slope he was on.

"Commander Jensen. General Order Twenty Eight states that the Captain cannot be removed from command without the complete agreement of at least three senior officers present, including the First Officer, Chief Medical Officer, and Ship's Counselor. Given that you have just tried to bypass that General Order, by making up a protocol that doesn't exist to justify your actions, and you are ignoring other General Orders that govern crew responsibility from the actions taken by the Captain, you do not seem to be in control of your mind or your emotions. These facts, along with your rejection of the Captain's intelligence on the potential ramifications that following Star Fleet orders will cause, and on top of that, a tyrannical desire to enforce your will regardless of the morality of the situation. Should you continue to behave this erratically Commander Jensen, I will have no choice but to take this as a sign that you are no longer mentally competent to serve as an officer of Star Fleet, and by my authority as Chief Medical Officer, I will remove you from duty until such time as you can prove yourself mentally competent to myself and the ship's counselor."

There was a good reason why the CMO was at the bottom of the command chain in terms of captaincy seniority, since they had to keep an eye on everyone's mental state. But this was the first time R'Kaar was having to use that power of his, and it was in a situation that was already precarious. Plus, Jensen still had only two minutes to make his decision, and if R'Kaar relieved Jensen of duty, Jensen would have to stay aboard the ship as he was technically a ward of Sickbay. But, ignoring General Orders and making up your own rules was a sign of mental instability in any of Star Fleet Medical's books, especially while you were on duty. Regardless, as he made his statement, he was recording the amount of evidence of mental instability against Commander Jensen to back up his medical opinion when it came down to the eventual inquiry when they returned....if they returned at all.

When Ichika then said her piece, R'Kaar sighed and thought to himself, 

Lieutenant Black, are you sure your Midshipman doesn't need a visit to the Counselor as well as Commander Jensen?

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Jenny's expression hardened as Jensen spoke; until that very moment, no crime had been committed. There was still ample opportunity for people to back down from their positions if the situation required it, and the whole thing could have been quietly brushed aside. But Jensen, no doubt feeling the pressure his loyalty to Starfleet as an institution and of being outnumbered by the rest of the Philadelphia's senior staff, entered his opinion into the official log and invoked Article 1088; a lesser-known rule by which he had the right to relieve Jenny of duty in such a situation where her behaviour or actions were detrimental to the crew.

In short, he had taken that step from which there was no return.

"I see." 

Jenny's voice was flat as she watched Jensen; she heard him give orders for her arrest and for the ship to return to the staging area. Black did not obey, and neither the helmsman nor poor Crewman Brele immediately moved to assist the beleaguered First Officer. As the moments ticked by, and Ragarri decided to once again intercede on her behalf without her requesting it (and with inaccurate legal information), Jenny's temper finally started to boil over. It took a conscious effort not to simply start swinging at both of them, but after a deep breath she had enough composure to address them.

"Stop talking. Both of you. Lieutenant Ragarri, get out. You are dismissed. Lieutenant Black, summon the CoB to the Bridge."

Jenny took one final draw from her cigarette before exhaling slowly and tossing the butt on the floor. Stamping it out with her foot, Jenny silently pondered what crime she had committed in a past life to inherit the collection of characters on her crew; a pardoned murderer, a Doctor with delusions of legal expertise, a Science Midshipman who was very quickly making herself look like a clown, and a First Officer who had just sat back down on the iron rod that had been jammed up his ass since birth.

"Under Article 1088, you are correct that you have the right to arrest me if my actions are prejudicial against the welfare of the ship or crew. However, as the Doctor pointed out, Article 1088 does not supercede General Order 28. Furthermore, General Order 26 would have protected every member of the crew from the legal consequences of my actions. However, as of this moment, no illegal order has actually been issued. Not by me, anyway."

Drawing herself up to full height, which admittedly was still considerably shorter than most of her crew, Jenny continued. Her right hand was now brushing the grip of her sidearm, in case Jensen or Brele, or anyone else who decided to stumble onto the Bridge decided to do something unwise.

"Commander Peter Jensen, I am hereby relieving you of your position as First Officer, effective immediately, and placing you under arrest on the charge of attempted mutiny. You will be escorted to the Shuttlebay, where you will be placed aboard a shuttle set on autopilot that will take you to the staging area. You will be accompanied by a complete set of my logs, detailing what I did here today and my reasoning behind it. You will deliver a full briefing to whatever representative from Starfleet Command is dispatched to investigate, and no doubt your future career will be long and prosperous."

Jenny inwardly winced; his future career might be long, but even vindicated mutineers would not find a happy home within Starfleet. At the very least, people would talk behind his back and any senior officer would be extremely wary about the man when he joined their crew. Her own career was about to go up in smoke because she was about to do the morally right thing, and she had long ago made her peace with that; Jensen's career had come to a sudden grinding halt because of his own rigidity and confused priorities. One day, if she lived, Jenny figured she might even feel bad about it.
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Black tapped her comm badge without hesitation.

"Chief of the Boat. Please report to the bridge immediately."
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Artemis, daughter of Tor’an, had arrived on the Bridge. What she found was utter chaos, but not in the way she had been expecting. Though she had only been two floors away, she had taxed her system getting here, seeing red in the edges of her vision, First Officer Jensen’s urgent message alert still buzzing in her ears. Now, the sound in her ears was the rushing sound of her own blood.

A coup was underway. A mutiny. A revolution. Captain Jennifer Braggins wanted to go back and rescue the Artemis crew, though she had just received orders to leave them. She had given the crew an option: leave the Philadelphia in a shuttle, and return to Starfleet HQ as ordered, or stay on board the survey ship, and go back for their brethren. Do the honorable thing, or follow their orders? The entire mission was being scrapped, but no one was going to tell the Artemis crew, and they would all be sheep to the slaughter. A broken PADD lay on the floor in the middle of it all, perfectly symbolizing how the crew felt about each other now.

As a Klingon, Art had been raised to value honor above all else. You didn’t just send a ship into enemy territory and then abandon them. But as a Starfleet Officer, she was trained to obey orders. She was trained that every order had a purpose, a purpose you weren’t always going to be privy to, and disobeying those orders came at a high, high cost. Throughout the entire argument on the Bridge, she had stayed in the corner, just far enough away from the doors that her presence did not activate them.

People were declaring whose side they were on. Things were really getting scary now. Medical and Tactical stood with the Captain, Engineering stood quiet, as did Science, though the blue-shirts looked like they leaned towards Jensen. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand where Braggins was coming from, but it seemed clear to Art that the young woman was acting on emotions rather than of sound mind. And, strangely enough, though Medical was siding with the Captain, that was their argument, as well. As it were, this was Art’s entire career. She had been called to the Bridge, not to voice her opinion, but to enact Jensen’s orders as a Security officer. Shione Kurasa had called her the “Deputy” Chief Science Officer, but Art was still a Junior Lieutenant Grade.

“Computer.” Commander Jensen spoke, keeping his tone firm and even. “Let the record show that the Captain is fully aware that her order is illegal and yet continues to issue it.” Then he spoke directly to the Captain. “Captain, the order you just gave is plainly illegal. … Those orders are horses… manure, but they are orders, and I'm not going to allow you to throw away the lives of the crew of this ship because you want to save a close personal friend.”

Even now, Commander Jensen watched his words. It was a stark contrast between the tall, picturesque man, and one of the department heads, who had just shouted “get off the f**king Bridge” to another department head, just moments before.

“Since you've persisted in issuing an illegal order that would put this crew in unnecessary jeopardy … I'm forced to invoke §1088. Captain, in accordance with §1088, I am forced by the circumstances to temporarily relieve you of command until we get back to the staging area where the matter will be determined by our superiors. Leftenant…”

First Officer Commander Peter Jensen looked to young, Lieutenant Junior Grade Artemis d’Tor’an, whose only other security backup was an enlisted Cardassian, and who was probably wishing as much as she was to dissolve and become part of the bulkhead.

“Please escort the Captain to her quarters. Make sure she has all the amenities and dignities due her rank, except communications.”

Art wasn’t sure she was breathing. She took a half-step towards them all, judging in her mind what would happen if she tried to place the Captain under arrest. So far, two Department Heads had voiced their alliance, and the rest of the crew, sans Jensen, had remained silent. Two people, Department Heads or not, did not comprise the thoughts of the entire ship. Art moved forward feeling as if she was in a dream; she did not feel her feet touch the ground, and even Ichika’s rebellious words sounded muffled.

Commander Jensen told someone to set a course, and the someone -the Science Department Head- denied him. The Chief Medical Officer began debating law and legal syntax with the First Officer then, for reasons that didn’t make sense to Art. Was he trying to stall Jensen? But Captain Braggins set all that aside.

“Commander Peter Jensen,” she said, her back straight and her voice stern, “I am hereby relieving you of your position as First Officer, effective immediately, and placing you under arrest on the charge of attempted mutiny. You will be escorted to the Shuttlebay, where you will be placed aboard a shuttle set on autopilot that will take you to the staging area. You will be accompanied by a complete set of my logs, detailing what I did here today and my reasoning behind it. You will deliver a full briefing to whatever representative from Starfleet Command is dispatched to investigate, and no doubt your future career will be long and prosperous.”

The words sounded like venom to Art. She was still moving, albeit slowly, and she found herself standing next to the First Officer. Captain Braggins had a hand on her sidearm, and Art was sure the Captain was quicker, but Art did have more firepower on her person. She stood silently, sullenly, next to Commander Jensen, and her breath felt tight in her chest. If Jensen was going to be forced onto a shuttle for trying to think things through and do the right thing, then she would be right next to him. She respected the Captain’s need for honor and righteousness, and not leaving a man behind, but she was also raised to realize the many errors one makes when they think with their heart, and not their head.

And so Artemis, daughter of Tor’an, junior Lieutenant in the Security Department, stood with First Officer Commander Peter Jensen.
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Peter knew about himself that he was not always the best at reading the room. He hadn't expected many to enthusiastically follow him, loyalty to Captain and all, but he had expected the order to be carried out, and then he'd happily explain himself  back at the the staging area or a starbase.

For a moment, he thought that also D'Tor'an would side with the Captain when she didin't immediately move to follow the order, but how blessédly wrong he had been! She'd chosen the middle route, and when she moved up next to him and defiantly faced the Captain, Peter glanced at her with a look of pride in his eyes that she would not have seen before. It is a big decision for a Commander to stand against the Captain like he had done. It was a gargantuan thing for a Lt. - and not even a full Lt. - to do so. The look in his eyes spoke of the immense respect he'd just gained for the young woman, as he then looked around at the rest of the room.

Very slowly he reached his left hand out - the one opposite the sidearm on his right hip - by first holding his arm out from his side, then slowly raising it towards his chest in a 45-degree angle, and then quickly tapped his badge.
His concern - and the reason for him choosing the hand opposite his sidearm - was that he did not wish to provoke a firefight by someone mistakingly thinking that he was reaching for his weapon. He had noticed that Braggins was pawing at her weapon, and the last thing he wanted right now was for a firefight. Even stun-settings were no child's play. And certainly not at this range.

"Jensen to Security", he called. "All security personnel to the bridge immediately. Disregard any following orders to the contrary. Turn off your badges. Out."

He had been prepared - for a few split seconds - to yield and actually head for that shuttle and console himself with the fact that he'd done what had needed to be done, and present his case to the ranking flag officer, and having to leave the crew he had come to know, and care about to the point it might actually be called "love", though of course not in the romantic fashion, to their uncertain fate. Now, however, he spotted a chance to save them all, even if it might mean he himself might be going down.

He was still fully prepared to defend himself and believed he was doing the right thing, although not technically legal thing. Neither of them were. And it was his belief that his illegal was less illegal than the Captain's illegal. Now he waited.


== PO1 Newton Blackford ==

Newton had been patrolling the halls as ordered when the order came in. He had never heard Jensen like this before, nor had Jensen ever given an order like this before. Jensen was a hard man, but there had still been something in his voice that Newton had never heard before. And the instruction to turn off badges was certainly unprecedented. He didn't know where Murik was, and right now he didn't care. He turned off his badge, and rushed to the bridge as fast as he could. If Jensen was upset enough to give this order, then anything could have happened. He almost burst onto the Bridge to find all the officers gathered, most of them, including the Captain, facing Jensen and D'Tor'an. He stared at the sight in front of him, not quite knowing what to do with it.


== CM Elizabeth Adler ==

Adler, too had been busy with duties when the call came in. She had a bit longer to go, as she had been in Science, but she immediately turned off her badge and headed for the turbolift as ordered. She hadn't always liked Jensen, but she'd come to know him, and knew that he was not a man prone to hysterics. For him to give this kind of an order, it had to be an actual all-hands-on-deck emergency. So when she spotted Blackford slightly in front of her, she followed him in through the doors to the bridge, and froze at what she saw. What she saw defied everything that should exist on a starship. She looked hesitantly at Jensen and D'Tor'an, making eye-contact with Jensen.

"S...sir?", she asked cautiously.


== Cdr. Peter Jensen ==

It didn't take long for Blackford and Adler to arrive, and Peter felt some relief. Those two had been with him since the Ozaki days and while he knew enough to know that he hadn't always been liked by the enlisted - he'd heard passing remarks about sticks up a certain orifice when they had thought he didn't hear it - he hoped that they'd at least come to respect him and trust him. Because now was when he needed them to trust him the most. He turned his head towards Adler when she drew his attention to him.

"We've received orders to return to the staging area and that the mission is cancelled. The Captain has proclaimed that she intends to disregard those orders, and go back for the strike team. Taking this ship and crew into hostile territory on a mission to extract an away team that has in some likelihood already gotten to the objective by now, and thereby drawing the ire of the defenders. In essense, going rogue, and needlessly risking the lives of everyone on this ship: Capture, torture and slave labor in one of the famous Cardassian work camps. Death would be a mercy. She's "graciously allowed", Peter made sure that the sarcasm in those words was audible "those who do not wish to take part in this defiance of orders, to maroon themselves in a shuttle on the edge of hostile space, in a shuttle that even a 50-year old Galor class could more or less destroy or disable. Those who can fit in it, that is, because if enough would want to, there wouldn't be room for all"

He looked at the two. "I've found myself forced to act, and temporarily relieve the Captain of command. I intend to take this ship back to the staging area as per our orders, for the matter to be settled there by officers superior to both the Captain and myself. The result...", he gestured with his open hand to the scene in front of them, "you now see".





== Security personnel moved with ACOS permission ==
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The tension on the bridge did nothing but increase as the Captain made it clear to the Commander now, that it was he was in the wrong, and that he was to be taken to the shuttle bay and made to depart the ship along with anyone else who disagreed with her decision.

d'Tor'an seemed to be in two minds when she arrived, but then she made the choice to side with the Commander. The room seemed to have been stunned in to silence as this all happened.

The moment Jensen slowly reached out with his off hand and said; "Jensen to Security, All security personnel to the bridge immediately. Disregard any following orders to the contrary. Turn off your badges. Out."

Black had to think fast. Quickly, she turned and sat back down at the Ops station and began tapping franticly on the console in the hope of doing two things.

One, she began shutting down the turbolift network. Small as it was, it would slow down reinforcements for the Commander and hopefully trap some of them. And also, she tried to lockout the Helm specifically just in case she was too late.

At that moment, two more members of security did enter the bridge, but she kept going, instructing the computer to only release on Captain Braggins voice print if she was successful.


== GM – Is Black successful in preferably both locking up the turbolifts to prevent further security reinforcements, and locking the helm controls? Or either of them or none of them? ==
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An error message flashed on Black's terminal as she tried to lock out the systems. As the ship was not at Alert Status, she needed authorisation from a command-level officer to start restricting access to systems.

Both of whom were currently indisposed.
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"Stop talking. Both of you. Lieutenant Ragarri, get out."

R'Kaar mentally sighed, and replied, "Yes Captain. I'll be in Sickbay if you need me."

He began to head for the bridge exit, and then Art walked past him. After she sided with the Commander however, and Jensen called for Security to report to the bridge, R'Kaar then left the bridge and tapped his commbadge once he was in the turbolift, 

"Ragarri to Sickbay. The First Officer and Security are in the process of mutinying against the Captain. Please prevent our Security from leaving Sickbay, and initiate temporary quarantine protocols. I'll explain once I arrive, what transpired on the Bridge." 

R'Kaar set the lift to go to deck three, and then sighed. He knew he had gone a bit too far, but the Captain was putting too much on herself. She needed to be able to take assistance, as did R'Kaar, but this was something he felt strongly about. R'Kaar didn't want to be a burden, but he also didn't want the Captain to not have any support. 

Once he arrived on the deck, he walked out and hoped he didn't run into any security that was heading for the bridge. He really didn't find himself in a good mindset to talk them down, without the backup of his department.

>>Next Post: Sickbay>>
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Peter had not known for absolute certain that Black had attempted to lock down the turbolifts, of course, but he had had a good idea once he saw her rush over to ops.

Apparently it hadn't worked, and so Wildner and Icha arrived.
Blackford and Adler filled them in, while still keeping a watchful eye on the bridge.

"Please prevent anyone else but Security from accessing the bridge", Peter ordered, and realized, with not a small degree of pride, that he had trained them well.
All of his reenforcements spread out in a semi-circle close, making it possible for them to overlook both the bridge itself and the exits, and then Adler and Wildner went out of one exit each, to control the entry to the bridge as they waited for the rest of Security to arrive.
Still, Peter made sure to not make any moves towards his phaser. He was not going to be the one to start a firefight on the bridge. And he knew that Blackford, Icha and Brele had the overview - and skill! - necessary to make sure that they could, if it came to it, end any firefight before it began.


== Crewman Kobun Icha ==

Kobun had turned off his badge and rushed from the cargo bay at Jensen's order. He, also, had not always liked Jensen, but had come to have a grudging respect for the man, and knew that while he could be a stick-in-the-mud, and a hard
man to please, he was not rash. This had to be serious. Very serious. As he ran he kept a constant hand on his sidearm, ready to draw if needed, but not doing so until it was needed. He met Wildner as they both exited seperate turbolifts, gave her a look that said "This might be it...", and they both burst onto the bridge.

What met them was something he had not expected. He'd expected a Cardassian boarding party, or some virus that had infected someone making them go berserk, or something similar. He had not expected this situation, which seemed to fit the description his humans friends had given of what they
called a "Mexican standoff". His eyes widened as Blackford filled him in on what was happening, and when Jensen ordered them to secure access to the bridge, he immediately filed out in the semicircle as well, watching Wildner and Adler moving out of the exits to make sure no one got in. 
One didn't have to have telepathic abilities to know that the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife - but he was. And he sensed the tension even more, fighting to keep his cool as the various hot emotions knocked on the door of his mind like a jealous lover on the front door of the object of their desire.


== PO2 Tayla Wildner ==

Tayla had been standing close to the door to Sickbay when Jensens order had come, and she had immediately turned off her badge and was out the door way before Ragarri's order even came in, meaning she didn't even know it had been given.
She didn't think of looking over her back for Kargon when she got into the turbolift. She - meaning Kargon - had been at the back of sickbay, and so naturally would take a few
more seconds to exit than she herself would.
Exiting the turbolift on deck one, she met Icha and noticed the look he gave her. She nodded, almost reading his mind in a delightfully ironic turn of events. When they got to the bridge, and Adler had filled her in, her eyes widened, realizing the momentous events unfolding in front of her eyes.
When Jensen ordered them to secure access to the bridge, she immediately headed for the opposite access point of Adler, standing watch outside the door that would let - or not let - any newcomers access the bridge. She didn't know how this would end. And it worried her.
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The console returned error message after error message as she tried to make it impossible for the security teams to make it to the bridge as ordered.

Despite them being allegedly at General Quarters Three, it kept insisting that they were not at an alert status, and only a senior command officers authorisation could enact what she wanted to do despite the fact that she was the Operations Manager Actual, and her authorisation should have been enough.

Crap! I really hate this damn system...

Two more security officers entered, meaning that Jensen how had six armed officers backing him up. But then he ordered two of them back outside to prevent anyone else from entering. Except more of his people.

Well, we can both play that game. She thought as she again began trying something else.

Since the First Officer hadn't actually ordered any of his people to do anything at this stage other than just make sure no one could access the bridge, it seemed that none of them were smart enough to think beyond what they were told to do.

Probably one of the other reasons she'd been moved from security herself back into tactical because she was a thinker.

None of them had made any kind of move to make sure she couldn't cause any further minor problems.

Quickly she began tapping away again, selecting a very low level system. This time, she told the computer to simply lock the doors. Security could stack up outside all they wanted, and that left almost an equal footing inside, for now.


== GM – Does this idea work? ==
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The Bridge was still full of people, mostly armed Security personnel who looked shocked or confused by the situation unfolding in front of them. In hindsight, Jenny knew she probably should have taken Jensen's offer of discussing this in private, even for the simple reason of being able to eliminate the threat he posed to her mission without involving other people. Now, however, she was locked in to her course of action, as he was his, and any further escalation would likely turn her Bridge into a bloodbath. 

"Stand down, everyone."

The words were out of her mouth before she'd even finished the conscious thought. With a sigh, she glanced at Maggie, who had surprised her most by throwing in her support, and then very slowly removed her phaser from her holster with her left hand and tossed it onto the floor in front of Jensen.

"I'm not going to turn this ship into a warzone. No matter whether you follow your morals or the letter of the law, we're no use to anyone if we all kill each other."

Sitting back down in her chair, well aware that it was likely for the last time, Jenny flipped up the terminal between the seats and punched in her access code.

"Computer, transfer all vital command functions to Commander Peter Jensen, until such time he is relieved."

[Acknowledged.]

That done, Jenny closed the terminal again.

"Helm, set course for Outpost Gamma-7, maximum warp. They have a JAG representative there, who can at the very least arbitrate the legality of the situation. We can get this cleared up far quicker than if we met with the Task Force and returned all the way to Deep Space Nine, and I think we can all agree we'd like this to be over sooner rather than later."

The young Andorian at helm looked at Jensen for approval, the First Officer nodded, and the Philadelphia immediately came to her new heading and jumped to warp. That done, it was time for what she expected would be her last act as a Starfleet Captain. Turning, she addressed the members of the crew who had supported her.

"Thank you for your support, but Commander Jensen is right. Morally correct or not, I will not risk your lives for a team of ten people. You are to follow Commander Jensen's orders until he is relieved by a superior officer; fail to do so and I'll be the first to testify for the prosecution at your court martial."

Her tone was deadly serious, and without another look or word, she departed the Bridge for her Quarters, where she would remain under house arrest for the few hours it would take them to reach Outpost Gamma-7 and her eventual fate.
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Everything hung in the balance, and Peter was nervous that it might actually come to a firefight.
However, he had not seen coming what  actually happened. Braggins stood down. He gulped a bit. He hadn't really expected it to happen, though if anyone had asked what he had expected to happen, he wouldn't have been able to answer them.

He looked at her calmly now, with none of the stern determination from before, but sympathy instead, then nodded, though didn't say anything.

Finally, he sat down in the First Officer's chair, deliberately taking that seat rather than the Captain's. There was a certain symbolism in the center chair, and right now was not the time to antagonize the Captain's supporters by "taking her seat". Any relevant info he'd need, he'd get.

As the ship took off, the reality of what had just happened started to settle in for Peter, and his heart was pounding again. Though, yet again, he didn't say anything.
There was a risk that his own career was over as well.

So be it. At least I'll have saved these people's lives. Including those who didn't want me to, he thought as he leaned back in the seat and tried to relax again.
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==Timeskip - 2 Hours later==

At the Philadelphia's maximum rated speed, it had taken just over two hours to proceed from their starting point to the Gamma-7 Outpost. A small listening post dating back to before the Dominion War, it was not quite important enough to warrant a Starbase designation, but was still a logistical hub responsible for the maintenance and resupply of all craft that patrolled the northern border of Cardassian space.

After being challenged by the system picket, a pair of older Runabouts only seen in areas not deemed strategically important, the Philadelphia was allowed to proceed to the Outpost and enter a parking orbit. Also in a parking orbit, surrounded by Workbees conducting what appeared to be the final touches of a warp coil replacement, was another ship - double the size of the Philadelphia, she looked like a mash up of designs - the saucer section was undeniably that of an old Intrepid-class, but the secondary hull was squat and ungainly, all squared-off angles and edges. The computer identified it as the SS Yeager, NAR-65674; a civilian craft that had once been a guard ship of Deep Space Nine and now ran as an armed freighter along the border regions.

A communique from the Base CO, a Captain Edwin Khumalo, demanded that Jensen report aboard immediately for debriefing with himself and the local JAG representative.

==People who supported Braggins, it would be best to assume you were relieved to prevent any further conflict on the journey.==
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Black stopped dead in her tracks when the Captain relented and handed command over to the Commander.

Well, that was it then.

While she waited for the Captain to leave and the Commander to turn his ire on her and rightly dismiss her, she as fast as she'd made her modifications, reversed them. And requested the return of CPO Tarek to take over before she stood and turned to face the Commander.

“Sir. I formally offer myself to whatever formal disciplinary actions you see fit.” She said knowing that this was the end. No matter what happened next.


== I'm going to assume Black is sent to her quarters under caution, but if you want her in the brig. So be it. ==
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Tera clenched at her chest she had no idea what came down on her psyche, she looked around slowly making sure to steady herself.

"Apologies sir with premmision may I go to sickbay to get checked up as I don't feel like my self sir" she said with a slight frown

She felt the tickle of the madness that befell her words earlier that was not expected even for her.
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The Bridge was continuing its shit-show, and Maggie was champing at the bit. Security arrived on the Bridge in the form of a Klingon-esque young woman, who sided with Jensen; Maggie vaguely remembered Jensen being security himself, so that made sense. They called more security to the Bridge, which didn’t surprise Maggie, but only two showed, the rest apparently indisposed.

“I've found myself forced to act, and temporarily relieve the Captain of command.” The FO told the Security team. “I intend to take this ship back to the staging area as per our orders, for the matter to be settled there by officers superior to both the Captain and myself. The result… you now see.”

Black moved quickly to a console and began typing like mad; Maggie’s gaze immediately shot towards her. The CMO moved to leave the Bridge, instructing his doctors to keep the Security officers posted there in their place. This was becoming quite the bright dumpster fire.

“Please prevent anyone else but Security from accessing the Bridge.” Jensen ordered to his two security men who had arrived in the turbolift immediately after the CMO left.

Finally, just as Maggie’s head really began to spin, Braggins spoke.

“Stand down, everyone.” It was unclear that anyone would heed that order, considering what was happening.

“I'm not going to turn this ship into a warzone.” Braggins then said. “No matter whether you follow your morals or the letter of the law, we're no use to anyone if we all kill each other.” She sat in the Captain’s chair and tap-tap’d into the controls. “Computer, transfer all vital command functions to Commander Peter Jensen, until such time he is relieved.”

Maggie backed up, towards her station, and didn’t stop until she felt the console against her butt. She then very slowly sat down, feeling a tight burning in her chest. What had all just happened?

“Helm, set course for Outpost Gamma-7, maximum warp. They have a JAG representative there, who can at the very least arbitrate the legality of the situation. We can get this cleared up far quicker than if we met with the Task Force and returned all the way to Deep Space Nine, and I think we can all agree we'd like this to be over sooner rather than later.

“Thank you for your support, but Commander Jensen is right. Morally correct or not, I will not risk your lives for a team of ten people. You are to follow Commander Jensen's orders until he is relieved by a superior officer; fail to do so and I'll be the first to testify for the prosecution at your court martial.”

I think I just almost ruined my entire life. Maggie thought, the edges of the Bridge now darkened in her vision. Her chest was hot, and her heart wouldn’t stop racing, and she couldn’t stop seeing her child’s face in her mind. What had she done? She was relieved of duty by a support officer, and she could only move wordlessly off the Bridge.

What do I do now? she wondered, still seeing nothing but Griffin and Katie’s faces. She made her way to her quarters, took off her boots, and laid down on the bed. She would await their docking at the closest station, and then take her life from there.
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The Bridge was full of tension. Eun Ju wasn’t sure what to do with herself, this was her first ever mission and her first ever attempt at becoming the officer she had always dreamed she would be. A warm presence stood beside her, taking a step closer to her she heard her rank being said quietly. Ju’s warm brown eyes shifted over and saw that her Chief was standing beside her. He told her that she was in no way going to be forced to stay, it was completely her decision, and not to feel pressured one way or the other. She didn’t know if he felt bad for her, there were too many emotions in the room to single out just his, this room was filled with charged emotions and shock so even though he was closer she couldn’t puzzle out which one was his.

“Thank you, sir,” Ju nodded gently. It helped, him just having spoken to her, not the words he said per say, but the fact that he had broken her out of the shock of the situation. She knew that she was not a quitter, and she wasn’t a person to turn her back on her ship. She also didn’t want her career to end as quickly as it seemed destined to. Part of Ju wondered what her Commander was going to do, he might decide to stay, he probably would he had much more loyalty to the ship considering that he had likely been here a while. She and Hydish had not had a decent conversation yet outside of ‘go there, do this thing’ and ‘I’ve come for my shift.’

The smell of smoke caught Ju’s attention again and she turned her eyes back to the front where Braggins had just told everyone to can it and lit a cigarette for good measure. She told them she knew what she was doing was illegal and that whatever happened to her she would protect her crew. No one would be seen as volunteering for this, but only following the orders that the Captain had set out. Ju wasn’t sure how much that would go over with the Federation, and she also wondered what Braggin’s plan was if all the officers she had did decide to go. She had heard around that Braggins was extremely talented but no one could really run an entire ship by themselves. It would be intriguing to just play that out in a holodeck one day.

Torture… didn’t sound nice at all, and why Braggins thought that was a stellar way to push people to one side or the other was beyond Ju. However, she could understand what she was saying. Either join the party or go but we don’t have time to stand here deciding. You can either stand your ground against something morally and ethically wrong even in the face of Starfleet or you can run away and roll over like a good little Starfleet officer.

The First Officer began to speak again, talking about how illegal is still illegal, and they were all apparently doing this to save someone that Braggins knew. Ju’s brows flew up because this was news to her, and Jensen was telling the entire Bridge what was going on. He also made sure that everyone knew following orders was not blameless and in the eyes of Starfleet could still get them canned. What are my options back in Korea… sell ricecakes? I have Engineering background I could.. find something? Jensen then stated because he was asking the crew to make illegal actions he would then be invoking the option to stand Braggins down, temporarily relieving her of duty. A gasp sounded, did that come from me?

The tension on the Bridge was palpable. Ju found herself taking half a step closer to the Chief next to her. He was the only person besides Ichika that she knew well enough on this ship to feel some sort of solidarity with or comfort from even though they weren’t at any stage of comfort. Still, her wide eyes watched as Jensen commanded them to take them to the flagship, and the officer in question said no. She knew that the First Officer had told them to head back to their posts but Ju could not bare to turn around and leave the Bridge now without knowing what happened.

What Ju didn’t realize was that in her shock and awe her hands had grabbed onto the sleeve of the Chief’s jacket holding on slightly with her thing fingers. Just the fabric, not his arm, she was so surprised by the events as the Chief of Medical began to talk about General Orders, and how Jensen wasn’t going about this the right way, that the Captain would not be removed but that he was overstepping his bounds in a big way. “Is this how normal ship meetings go here?” Ju asked at a low whisper to her Chief only then realizing her hands were on his sleeve and taking a quick step back to allow a couple inches of distance between them. A bright blush on her cheeks. “Sorry, sir.”

Braggins then spoke again, causing Ju to turn her attention to her when she said she was relieving Jensen of his duties and arresting him for mutiny. It was like a movie, at this point, it was a straight movie which was just.. crazy. Everything that she had been taught in the Academy, none of it touched any of this. I wish I had more friends to hash this stuff out with first, Ichika and I need a tea and vent session after this. she thought, as it was clear no booze for Ichika was the way to go. Though, at this point, they both might enjoy one.

Security officers began coming out of the wood works, and Ju was just here for the show at this point. Siding one way or the other was way down on the list of priorities as ‘As the Ship Turns’ was playing out in front of her like a beautiful soap opera. Tension on the Bridge grew and as Braggins began to take her phaser out of her holster, Ju wondered what was about to happen, but she tossed it on the floor and ended the standoff. She had lost, and Ju felt a bit bad for Braggins. When you were dressed down in front of your crew, that had to hurt in the worst way, Ju kind of wanted to offer her a hug.. or a smile.. or something. But, she didn’t even know the Captain, and the last they spoke she was mad because Ichika was drunk after one sip of booze. Braggins turned to the lift and headed off the Bridge, the tension began to flow away slowly, like a tide, as the situation. Shock took over as the dominant emotion.

With all done, Ju looked at her Chief. “I think I’ll go back down to the deck where I belong and make sure things are functional,” she offered wanting to step away from this insane situation. Ju had picked no sides and decided it was best for her to get back to work rather than continue, especially with the show having ended now.

>>Engineering>>
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When Peter emerged onto the bridge, he was in full business mode again. He'd used the - very - short trip to get his emotional state as much under control as he would be able to.
Right now he envied the Vulcans their control of their emotions. What he was about to do was absolutely necessary, but also every fiber of his being cried out against it. Hunting down fellow officers. Even if he didn't particularly like a couple of them, there was still a line crossed there which, once crossed, could not be uncrossed.
One could not step back across the Rubicon.

Nevertheless, it was necessary. And he had to do it. So when he stepped onto the bridge, he took the center chair and sighed. This was not how he wanted to end up in this chair. And he wondered who their next Captain was going to be. For all her faults, Braggins was a known quantity. He knew, so to speak, where he had her. The fact that they didn't always agree did not change the fact that the change of command would be more of an adjustment to the crew than his own replacement would have been.

Or "will be" his inner dialogue reminded him. It could very well still end like that. But in that case, he'd face it with his head held high. He'd done his duty to his ship and crew. Including the enlisted crew which no one apparently gave a second thought.

Once he was satisfied that everyone who was going to be on board for the impromptu mission was on board, Peter activated shipwide communications:

"All hands, this is Jensen. Captain Braggins and several senior officers as well as other members of the crew have stolen the USS Yeager and it's a fair guess as to where they're taking it. Our orders are to "bring them to heel by any means necessary.", end quote. I intend to use the least force possible. I would prefer to simply talk them down, but I don't know if I'll be able to.
I also don't know to which lengths they're willing to go to stop us from stopping them. For that reason, I'm declaring a red alert", he said, his words immediately followed by the klaxon, "as well as implementing general quarters level three. Remember: The....", he stopped himself for a moment, sighed, then went on, almost having said "enemy".

"Our opponents are our friends and comrades. They know the ship as well as we do. Many of you know me. Have known me for years. And I know many of you. What we're being asked to do is one of the hardest things one can ask a Starfleet officer to do: Turn our skills and knowledge against our own. I can only say this: We need to stop them, not simply because we've been ordered to. Not even primarily because we've been ordered to. But primarily because if we don't, they might very well end up starting a war with the Cardassians and dragging all of the Federation into it. And secondly, because if they're captured....well, the "hospitality" of the Cardassian Union is a matter of public record. I won't allow that to happen. And I ask you all to join me in preventing that from happening. Let's get it done. Jensen out", he said, then closed the channel so no one could hear the self-loathing he was starting to feel.
Every word he'd said had been true. But it didn't change how he felt about this particular duty.

It has an ashen taste.
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==PO2 Tovoth sh'Zereth - Helm Operator==

Tovoth's hands flew over the console on the Philadelphia's half-empty Bridge as she tried to rouse the ship from her near-slumber in order to chase down the ship the woman who had personally selected her for the position of Beta Shift Flight Controller. Though she owed her position to Jennifer Braggins, she didn't command her personal loyalty the same way she had commanded Scott Balfour's. Still, to coin a Terran phrase, the entire situation could be classified as FUBAR.

Pushing the First Officer, or was he Acting Captain? out of her mind while he proselytized to what crew were remaining aboard for the chase. There was much work to do, even though the Yeager appeared to be cobbled together out of different bits and pieces of whatever the Starfleet Corps of Engineers had available at the time a decade before she was even born, she had multiple Impulse Engines to the Philadelphia's single unit. The Philadelphia was outmassed seven times over and could initially out-accelerate the Yeager, but the sheer brute force of those extra engines would make a sustained pursuit difficult.

"Commander, the Yeager has a significant lead already. I'm not sure of her specs, but if she's anything like the old Intrepid-class, she's probably capable of at least Warp Nine point Five. We max out at Warp Nine, maybe Nine point One if we get creative with reactor safety."

They needed a way to slow the Yeager down so they could get in close before the larger ship escaped into the relative safety of warp.
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Peter had leaned back in the seat and thought about the very problem sh'Zereth pointed out. They were outclassed severely, and would have to rely on other than mere intimidation to bring the Yeager home.  Right now he cursed himself that he hadn't asked Khumalo for the Yeager's command codes, with which he could have simply shut it down from afar. Now, it became tricky.
The first part was to catch up as much as possible. And maximum warp was maximum sustainable warp. Right now was definitely an emergency.

"Understood", he acknowledged her report. "Give me everything you have", then tapped his badge: "Jensen to Engineering. I'm going to need every bit of available power to engines, shields and weapons, in that order for now. Take whatever you need from non-essential systems", he ordered, really, really hoping it wouldn't become necessary to use their weapons.


Then he looked at the ops and science stations.
"It's likely that Black has thought of this, but just in case she hasn't: Could we remote transmit a virus to the Yeager that'll shut  down everything but life support?", he asked hopefully. It was a long shot, he knew, but right now he was out of his element and tried hard to hide the fact. He was at bottom a soldier, and he was severely outgunned, outshipped, and outrun. And he didn't have a lot of time to carry out the mission.

"If that's not feasible", he said, "I'm very open to suggestions"
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[ Don't do this, Peter. Where I'm going, you can't follow. You can't catch me, you can't fight me. Back off and keep the crew safe; get them back to their families.]
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Peter realized that the Yeager was easily able to outrun them in the medium-to-long-term. They apparently hadn't done so for now. He was about to ask ops to send a coded transmission back to the outpost to ask for the Yeager's codes,  but then again....knowing Braggins that would probably have been something she had thought of.

He didn't get the chance to do that, however, before the voice of Braggins came through the link. He sighed. He wanted to do nothing else than turn around, but....

"I can't do that, Captain", he said and there was actual regret in his voice. "I don't want to fight you. I've raised our shields because I know very well that you're stronger than us. I don't think you want to fight us either. But I can't let you run off and start your own private war to get one away team back. Because you'll drag the rest of the Federation into a war with the Cardassians", he pointed out.

While he was talking, Peter used the console attached to the Captain's chair to type requests to Engineering, Science, Tactical and Ops

[Find me some way of disabling them remotely without firing on them! Virus, forced diagnostics, anything!]
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The sound of a nervous but functional Midshipman came over Jensens' com.

[All power redirected as much as possible, Comman-Captain.]

[Captain, please let me know if you would prefer me on Bridge. I’m not sure if anyone is up there for Engineering.]
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Comms came in from Ichika [Sir I have an idea which may help premission to come to the bridge sir]
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Peter responded almost instantly to bot of them. To Han:

"Please come to the Bridge", and to Ichika: "I'll take all the ideas I can get. Please come up"

He had of course noticed their change in address. And right now it was not something he was going to make an issue of, because technically they were correct. For the moment, he was Captain. Though the title had, once more, left an ashen taste in his mouth. Every Starfleet officer probably wants that center chair some day. But not like this.

Then a thought struck him like lightning and he quickly tapped his badge.

"Computer! Disable all command codes of personnel not currently onboard the ship, immediately"

This is not how I saw the day going when I woke up this morning
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== Forgot to ask for GM-ruling Smile Does Peter manage to cancel the codes? ==
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Before the computer could respond, Peter suddenly caught himself:

"Correction. Disable all command codes of senior staff with the exception of myself, and officers D'Tor'an, Eun Ju, Ragarri, and Ichika."

The old "leave your commbadge behind"-trick was well known, after all, and while he of course couldn't be sure they had used it, he could also not be sure they hadn't. Better safe than sorry, after all.
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The sudden recrewing of the Philadelphia had put R'Kaar in a tight spot, given he had sided with the Captain earlier. But, his duty was to the ship and its crew, and if Captain Braggins wasn't aboard, he was going to do his job of taking care of the crew.

However, given that aside from Jensen, R'Kaar was the only non-acting senior officer aboard the ship, he went to the bridge as quickly as he possibly could after making sure his department was mostly settled. However, when he entered, he saluted Commander Jensen, and then headed for the seat in the back of the bridge normally reserved for mission operations personnel. He had heard the call for command codes to be locked out, but he knew that with power in critical supply that desperate measures were sometimes called for. R'Kaar then said,

"Commander, I'd advise evacuating non-essential deck sections and diverting power from life support on those sections to wherever your engineers need that power the most. We can issue emergency oxygen supplies should the crew need access to those areas, and I can have my medics on standby with triox compound should we need to drop life support in other areas."

He didn't have as much experience with innovating solutions, preferring to leave that to those with more experience, but when it came down to medical needs, he could improvise solutions to issues such as life support or other essential basics.

==tag Jensen==
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If things had been chaotic before, they were certainly in full swing now. An unplanned evacuation drill had been issued, and though they were usually unknown to other departments, Security would have been one to know about it. And just as two-thirds if not three-fourths of the crew were on the station, Commander Jensen recalled them, a sense of urgency in his voice.

Then he called Artie specially - “Jensen to Brele and D'Tor'an. I'd like both of you on the bridge, please!” Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

Arriving on the Bridge did not make anything better. It seemed that Captain Braggins, complete with a good chunk of the Department Heads for support, had used all her hot-headedness and actually stolen a starship.

Once they were more or less settled, Jensen addressed the Philadelphia. He informed the entire ship of Braggins’ transgression, along with his best guesstimate of where they were going and what they were doing. Then what he said next really hit home.

“Our opponents are our friends and comrades. …What we're being asked to do is one of the hardest things one can ask a Starfleet officer to do: turn our skills and knowledge against our own…. primarily because if we don't, they might very well end up starting a war with the Cardassians…. the ‘hospitality’ of the Cardassian Union is a matter of public record. I won't allow that to happen.”

It was absolutely a tough bullet to bite down on, and Art did not envy Commander Jensen being in charge. The stolen ship already had a head start on them, but with it being older, certainly they’d be able to catch up quickly? But the Engineers and Jensen didn’t seem to think so; Art started running ideas by the computer as far as what she could hit on the ship without it causing a hull breach.

[Don't do this, Peter.]

Braggins knew they were following her.

[Where I'm going, you can't follow. You can't catch me, you can't fight me. Back off and keep the crew safe; get them back to their families.]

Such noble-sounding words from a patak stealing a starship. Art thought bitterly. She had once almost admired Jen Braggins: a young woman, making Captaincy already, going through hardships so hard they were classified, clearly with a chip on her shoulder, but maybe not so much anymore, since you learned she was married with a kid… now Art had to wonder about it all. When it all came down to it, there was only one conclusion Artie could make about Braggins: she was unhinged.

Luckily, it was Commander Jensen, not Lieutenant Junior Grade d’Tor’an, who was responsible for replying to the rogue Captain.

“I can't do that, Captain.” He sounded sad.

“I don't want to fight you. I've raised our shields because I know very well that you're stronger than us…” Jensen kept talking, and Art knew him better than to listen to him go on. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, still looking for a way to disable the other ship, and while he spoke, he typed out silent orders to the other departments. Though it was not something she could rush, Art tried to hurry her search.



==GM: How close/far away until we can get a weapons lock? Can we acquire their shield frequency? What is the current speed of the Philadelphia, verses the speed of the Yeager? Since we’re close enough to establish communications, how strong is the signal? Is Memory Alpha the only information we have on that funny nebula? Is the nebula the Philadelphia’s confirmed trajectory? Does the Philadelphia crew know who is on the Yeager? If not, is the Philadelphia close enough to scan for life signs to tell what species are on board the ship? More questions after I’ve had a good night’s rest, I think…==
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When D'Tor'an had appeared on the bridge as ordered, Peter had smiled sadly at her.

"Leftenant. Thank you. Captain Braggins and several of the department heads have stolen the Yeager. We've been charged with bringing them back. I need a First Officer I can trust implicitly, and I want that person to be you"

Later, at Ragarri's suggestion, Peter replied immediately. He was still not sure about the doctor's loyalties, but he also knew that if he started to succumb to paranoia, all would be lost anyway. He had to bank on the man's professionalism.
And he wasn't disappointed. That was a good suggestion.

"Agreed. Make it so", he said, while waiting for Ichika to come to the bridge to present her solution, the Midshipman's star being slightly in ascendance by her having the forethought to not say over the comms what her idea was, just in case the pirates listened. 

Pirates

That word left a nauseating taste in his mouth, but what else should he describe them as at this point?

== Taggity! ==
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Tera had just stepped out from the lift and she immediately felt Blacks absence from the science station and her heart sank a little as she had become a little attached to her CSO. With a sigh she slowly made her way to the science station and logged her self in, the station lit up and came to life as her input. ''Ichika reporting in sir'' she said as the lights dimmed slightly on her console.

''Alight to business, Sir Commander Jensen sir...my idea is to send five modified torpedo's grade 7 to surround the Pirate ship, we need to make a warp filed bubble to stop the ship from moving , it would not affect life support but it would have an affect on the ships warp core. Thing is we need to do this fast before they go to warp otherwise we loose them, I will need Han's help as she can Engineer us out of a blackhole so to speak'' she said with a hint of pride for her friend.

Tera then spun around her chair and looked at the Commander. ''With Han's help we can do it I'm sure of it sir'' Ichika was nervous she felt like she was out of line speaking so freely maybe she should of asked for permission to speak first well it was to late now and they had little time left.

Come on now or never what do we do!



==Tag FO and Han==
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Peter was still not sure of Ichika, but well, beggars couldn't be choosers, and right now he was definitely a beggar. So he thought it over quickly. The science was beyond him. This was not what he was trained for. He couldn't check to see if it made sense or was a pipe dream. Not only because they didn't have time - it was a matter of considerable urgency - but also because he didn't understand much of the science behind her  suggestion.

Then it hit him that this was what command was: Listening to the people who were experts in fields not yours, and making a decision based on the best available data. And then owning that decision afterwards.

He looked at Ichika, a sudden new appreciation in his eyes. He was still not really impressed with her, but he was starting to be more so. This seemed to him to be ingenius, and with no other viable option that he could see, it was certainly worth a shot. She was the most senior scientist at his disposal, after all, and he had to assume she knew her stuff. He didn't need to be told the specifics of how it would work; just that it could work.

"Do it", he said. "Use what resources and people you need. Just get it done, and quickly. Good work, Midshipman", he said, his tone genuine at that last part.
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<<Engineering<<

The Bridge was already a bustle of activity as the Turbolift opened and out stepped a very green officer with gold emblazoned on her chest. The Engineer had not been to the Bridge except for earlier when the ship was going through a full mutiny process. She had witnessed a lot in just one day. Her eyes swung for the spot she and Hydish had populated earlier, remembering how full the Bridge was as Braggins and Jensen had verbally sparred here causing a rift in the ships’ crew.

Can the ship be mended after this? Will Braggins take those that stayed behind back? Will Jensen be forced to create a new ship with those who stayed? Will all those who left be punished? So many questions raged through Eun Ju’s mind as she stood there taking in the Bridge. The current Captain, had not assumed center seat but instead had remained in the seat of the First Officer, and yet he was holding down the Bridge with all the confidence needed in his assumed position.

The Cat..man.. person… spoke about recommending that the Captain pull everyone to specific places on the ship so that they could divert power to other areas without having to worry about life support. Stating that he and his team would be on hand to treat anyone that might get sick from such a thing.

“I’m not sure that’s necessary, sir,” Eun Ju said before she could stop herself. “I would imagine that should be the last possible idea since life support systems take time to regulate once they are vacated from an area. However, it’s ultimately up to you, Captain.”

Ichika was also already on the Bridge, and Ju listened to her friend as she headed for the Engineering station so she could keep an eye on things. She signed into the console and brought up the ship systems, wondering what exactly they needed even more power for. It wasn’t really her idea to ask but pulling life supports seemed to be a bad idea especially when they would then have nothing to pull from in the future if necessary and they needed it.

Ichika wanted to send out five class seven probes to surround the other ship. Class seven, stealthy, capable of it, but not of warp.. she thought to herself listening to her friends interesting idea. Eun Ju’s head shot up so fast that the back of her neck twinged in pain slightly when she heard her talking about how Eun Ju could reconfigure the probes to create a warp shield around the ship and cause them to stay where they were instead of warping away. She was so certain that Ju could do it, that her heart felt a bit heavy with the responsibility of needing to do it, the possibility of if she could do it, and the fact that her best friend was cheering for her so loudly.

Ju cleared her throat. “I could possibly do something like that, Captain,” she admitted. “I would need a little time, it’s not an instant thing, you can’t just hack the probe I’ll have to actually go down there and work on them. However, the plus side is that class 7 are considered stealth, and so they may be able to go mostly unnoticed unless they are scanning for something like that.” She admitted thinking about the idea that Ichika pitched. Ju liked the idea, it was ingenious, and it might actually work because it was completely out of the box.

“I would also, in addition, like to suggest we clone our signature and send a probe we can spare out in the direction of our previously determined destination. If we throw our cloaks at the same moment that we send out the probe we may be able to tease the Yeager to think we are heading towards Starfleet instead of staying here with our actual plan. That I can do pretty quickly.”

==Tag Jensen and Ichika.==
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==Jensen==

The computer replied in its monotone voice.

[Insufficient Clearance.]

==D'Tor'an==

The Philadelphia was already in torpedo range, but the distance between the ships was great enough that any weapons launched at the Yeager would lack sufficient overtake velocity to catch the larger ship before their drives burned out. Torpedoes coming from the Yeager, however, would not have that issue.

The signal from the communications was pretty good, considering the age of the other vessel.

Determining the shield frequency would require detailed scans or access to the Yeager's computer. Primarily designed as a warship, even a stop-gap one, the Yeager could quite easily remodulate her shields on the fly and make such scans useless.

Unless the Yeager drastically altered course within the next few minutes, the nebula was their only destination.

The Philadelphia was traveling at her maximum sustainable velocity of Warp 9.2. The Yeager was now accelerating through Warp 9.25, with velocity still increasing. Soon the larger ship would start pulling away from the Philadelphia, and the chance to stop her would be lost.

An active scan of the Yeager would reveal the following:
2 Humans, 1 Human/Klingon Hybrid, 1 Child of San-Tarah, 1 Vulcan, and one other life form tentatively determined as Human.

Also, a security alert popped up saying someone was accessing the Philadelphia's diagnostic systems from outside the ship.
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It was only well after Artie had taken her station that she processed Jensen’s words, meaning for her to be his First Officer. She swallowed a small lump that had formed in her throat; that was quite the responsibility. A quick glance around the Bridge told her that she certainly wasn’t the highest-ranking officer, and so by rules, not the next in succession, but clearly her former Chief thought she would be the right fit for the job. As it were, she did feel like she was doing quite a bit of work.

Their Science Officer was clever. Five modified torpedoes, designed to disrupt and create warp bubbles, hopefully stopping the Philadelphia in its tracks. Their Engineer -another young one- also had ideas, though she didn't understand them.

“Ok, here’s what I’ve got.” Art said, spinning to face Commander Jensen. “With communications being strong, and Braggins seemingly answering our hails still, we could send a virus along subspace, and as long as we keep her talking, that should be enough time to send it though.” She paused to look at the Engineer, “That does depend on how long it takes us to whip up something though, and how long it would take to send something like that.

“My second idea has to do with the Rolor nebula, and catching up with them there. Depending on the make-up of the nebula, which is what their heading is, we could use the natural elements and set off explosions inside and disable them that way.

“But if that doesn’t–”

She was cut off by the startling sound of her station alerting her to an internal intrusion: someone was trying to access the Philadelphia’s systems.

“HoH!” Art cursed, turning back to her console and typing quickly.

“Computer, lock out all officers not currently on board this ship, authorization Acting Chief of Security Artemis Dee Tor’an, code alpha-bravo-canine-echo-niner-echo-delta-six-four-six!”

And she turned back to Jensen, looking slightly scandalized.


==Tag Jensen!==
==Tag GM: Am I successful in locking out the system?==
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==D'Tor'an==

The computer started processing the information and locking out the relevant security codes. The most efficient procedure, however, was to go from least clearances to most, so it started out by locking out any absent Enlisted crew.

==Jensen==

A text message appeared on the console, from an unidentified source. It had a legitimate Starfleet routing tag, but the encryption was something he had never come across before. The addressee, one Captain Jennifer Braggins, Officer Commanding USS Philadelphia/USS Yeager.
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Things began to happen very quickly following the receipt of the mysterious message.

First, the Yeager abruptly dropped from Warp and came to a complete stop.

Second, the audio-only communications very suddenly became visual. Braggins sat in the Command Chair of a Bridge not dissimilar to that of the Philadelphia, but older and larger. She had changed out of her regular crimson Command undershirt and tunic, and now wore Intelligence black with a commbadge made of glossy black material.

[Commander Peter Jensen; under the authority granted to me by Starfleet Command under Article Fourteen, Section Thirty-One of the Starfleet Charter, I am ordering you to stand down and am resuming command of the Philadelphia. We'll talk in my Ready Room.]

Then the communication cut out entirely, and both Jensen and D'Tor'an could only watch as their consoles went berserk. Someone had entered an override code; the Philadelphia's own prefix command code accompanied by Braggins' Intelligence credentials. The computer processed the request almost instantly, the codes flashing green as they were accepted, and informing them both that Starfleet Intelligence were now exercising direct authority over the ship.

Then the shields dropped and the ship came abruptly (but safely) to a halt.

An alert then flashed on their consoles, stating that someone had transported directly into the Philadelphia's Ready Room.
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Things did happen much too quickly for Peter's liking. He had barely time to register the intrusion, and was in the process of ordering - actually almost barking the order - to shut the intrusion down, when the viewscreen turned on again and Braggins appeared in a different uniform than she had last been seen her.

He listened wide-eyed to her talk about assuming command again based on Section 31 of the charter, and the very mention of the article and section in question, and by implication the organization that had taken the name, made his blood run cold.

Like the Gestapo, NKVD, Securitate or Stasi of old, but without the fig leaf of government oversight, he fumed internally.
When she had finished, he stood up demonstratively and said loudly

"Like hell you are!", but before he could stop himself he had spoke the words to thin air and the bridge crew. Systems unresponsive. Consoles black. And now saying that Starfleet Intelligence was in command of the ship.
Peter had a swift decision to make. He could not call for reenforcements like last time. He had only the people here on the bridge with him, and among those, he was 100% certain of the loyalty of only two: D'Tor'an and Brele.

That'll have to do, he thought grimly and then looked around for the next senior officer on the bridge. He needed D'Tor'an with him. He didn't know how many people Braggins had transported with her. It was almost certainly a trap. He could be walking into a deadly ambush. Part of him was sure that's exactly what was happening.
He took a deep breath, then looked at Brele first:

"Crewman, you're with me. Set your weapon to medium stun, and wide dispersal. We're not going in weapons drawn, just on the off chance that they are not here to fight us. But I'm ordering you to keep that hand on your phaser, and draw and use it if necessary", he said, then the looked to Artemis, and gave her a thankful smile.

"I need you as well, Leftenant", he said, "And the same instructions apply. Medium stun, wide dispersal", he said, then took a deep breath and looked at her with respect and...affection.. though that of one close friend to another, not the romantic kind: "Whatever happens next, it's been an honor serving with you.", he finished, then sighed again. Technically, as far as he recalled, with both the captain and XO of a ship unavailable, command defaulted to the chief engineer.

Our chief engineer is a traitor

He looked tired, but then realized he could postpone no longer and looked at Han.

"Midshipman. You have the conn. Your orders, should the Leftenant and/or myself not come out of that chamber, are to hold the ship at all cost, find a way to override this", he  gestured to the chaos at the consoles, "and find some way to escape. Tall order, I agree. I know I'm handing you the baby somewhat, but you're a Starfleet officer and I have full trust in your capabilities", he said with a confidence he did not feel, but thankfully gave her no chance to spot the deception as he turned around to look at D'Tor'an and Brele, smiled and added a resigned:

"Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam" before he headed for the exit expecting the two to follow him.

== Next post: Ready Room ==
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Han didn’t even have time to think much about what she could do with the probes, everything happened so quickly she hadn’t even gotten the order to go ahead and alter the probes so that they could be used for more than they were created for. Her eyes shifted over to Ichika as the two Asian women waited for the order to move forward with the plan. She wasn’t sure if it would work but it was better than not trying anything. Suddenly, her console pinged her, a ship had dropped out of Warp.

“Sir, the Yeager.” She reported quickly as she tried to figure out when it left as she hadn’t noticed. Am I that bad at my job? They warped away and are now back and I didn’t even notice?! The view screen turned on, as if Jensen had actually turned it on but he had never mentioned moving Comms to screen. There sat Braggins in a new uniform, completely black and some sort of black combadge that Eun Ju had never seen before. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen as the Captain sat there, she was different though, not just the wardrobe but Han couldn’t put her finger on why.

Braggins thr3ew out some articles and then stated she was ordering Jensen to stand down. Han’s eyes were wide with disbelief. If what had happened on the Bridge earlier had been a shock this just added insult to injury. How they would mend the ship back together without a massive chasm between those that went and those that stayed.. Ju had no idea. Still, she waited for Jensen to answer because, only he could respond as he was currently their Captain.

“Sir, the consoles.” Han remarked as she looked down as codes began to run across the screen and then turned green with acceptance. She stepped back, not sure if she should do something because it seemed that someone was hacking the system and she could only imagine it was coming from one person. “Shields are down!” Han cried as she stepped back to the console to at least take in the readouts which were streaming across the screen as well as watch the various systems which she had been keeping an eye on anyway.

“We’re slowing to a stop,” she reported in a slightly panicked voice. This was all new to the officer, this was her first mission and every horrible thing that they had read about hadn’t happened. None of it. What had happened was in those vague ‘what if’ scenarios that you worked through in group projects that no one ever expected to happen and had likely only happened once in the history of Starfleet. This’ll be great for the future cadets..

“Sir! Someone has transported directly into the Ready room,” Ju reported looking over at the Captain. Jensen met her gaze, and Han found herself waiting for his order, surely he was going to make sense of this madness and everything was going to be just fine. Except… that’s not what he did at all. Where she was looking for his solutions and getting back on track, she found herself left in control of the conn, on her first mission, in the middle of a mess, and having picked a side that might have ruined her career before it even got started.

Her orders were, if he or the Lieutenant didn’t come out of the ready room, to hold the ship. He wanted her to also find a way to over ride whatever Braggins had done to their systems so they could get control of the ship back. If she has Intelligence codes.. I don’t think it’s easily possible. I’m not a hacker, I work with propulsion… she thought as fear gripped her hard in her stomach creating a clenching which was both uncomfortable and painful. Before she could tell him that she was waaaaay too inexperienced for his orders he told her that he had complete confidence in her.

Eyes wide, she watched him, the Klingon and the Crewman head off to the ready room. As the door closed behind him, she let out the thought she had been thinking. “At least someone believes in me.”

Now to screw it all up worse….

Eun Ju didn’t know what else to do, she didn’t have command codes, she wasn’t a Commander she wasn’t even a full Ensign yet. She wasn’t anything and she basically still had those inflatable arm floaties still on she was so new to her job. Confidence would be ‘hey can you make us go faster?’ or when they asked her ‘we need more power’. Those were easily doable and those were things she had been trained to do. Hacking into the system to try to over ride codes that had taken over the systems of the Philly in just a couple seconds.. that was something completely different.

Han didn’t cross the Bridge, instead, she decided to try her luck at the Engineering console. She began to work her way into the system as she would with just being a regular officer. All the rights and privileges given to her from that. If she was able to get in, she would try to trace back the over ride controls to see if she could turn them back off. "Ichika, I need you to see if you can block anyone else from teleporting into that ready room... actually, on the ship as a whole. Keep them on the Yeager." she said with more confidence in her voice than she felt.

==GM, does Han get back into her console? Once in there, can she find the coding where the codes were over ridden? ==
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Art groaned (though it sounded more like a growl) as the computer decided on its own the best way to lock out everyone’s codes. Though it was a computer, and arguably would do this process in its entirety in a matter of seconds, that was seconds that Art knew they probably couldn’t spare.

The Yeager dropped out of warp, which meant the following Philadelphia dropped out of warp, and Captain Braggins appeared via visual communication on their screen. She was dressed in something that resembled a uniform from the department of Starfleet Intelligence, which caused Artie some concern, though she quickly erased all emotion from her face. Braggins cited some code, ordered Jensen to stand down, and Art quickly typed the referenced code into her console so she could look it up herself. She received a large logo of “Section 31”, and an abrupt message informing her that she did not have the authority to view such an article.

Her console then malfunctioned, and she drew her hands away quickly, lest it spark and burn her, or worse, explode.Jensen seemed to be having the same issue, and Art’s mind flashed back to her messing around on the Ferengi ship: let’s just type in a half-assed password and see if it works, huh? Who could have guessed it would have activated the self-destruct? Art’s heart felt like it was in her throat, as she blamed herself for both consoles now going haywire.

With the logo of Starfleet Intelligence still flashing on Art’s screen, an alert popped up and overrode everything to inform her that someone had beamed directly into the Ready Room.

Commander Jensen tried, not for the first time in recent history, to take charge of a chaotic situation. He ordered the Cardassian crewman, Brele, to accompany him, and keep himself and his weapon ready. Then he looked to Art. “I need you as well, Leftenant.” She was given the same instructions. She stood, adjusting her phaser as she joined him. Then they both paused a moment, the door to the Ready Room foreboding in their eyes.

“Whatever happens next,” Commander Jensen said to her, “It’s been an honor serving with you.”

“You as well, sir.” She replied, her voice quiet.

The First-Officer-turned-de-facto-Captain gave orders to the Midshipman, which were all but impossible, but at the very least had to be said. In their eyes, Braggins had gone rogue, they were just trying to uphold Federation law, and now the rogue Braggins was pulling out another trick to gain the upper hand.

Before the three entered the Ready Room, Jensen turned and spoke the one Klingon phrase that the people were known for: Today is a good day to die.

It was as good a day as any, Art supposed.



>>Ready Room>>
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==Han==

Finding the code was easy. Doing something about it, on the other hand, virtually impossible.

Every Starfleet Cadet was taught that each individual ship had its own unique code, known as Prefix Codes. They were designed to prevent control of the vessel falling into enemy hands, whether by boarding or intrusion from an external source. After the Fleet Formation Debacle of 2401, which had been intended to replace the codes, they had been reassigned to every ship in the fleet.

Braggins had entered the Philadelphia's Prefix Code from her station on the Yeager, giving her full control over the Philadelphia's systems. Unless the code was cancelled or somehow overridden, the Philadelphia was effectively at the mercy of whoever was in command on the other ship.
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Han had asked Tera to stop people from beaming into the ready room and or the ship, that made sense we don't want the ship overrun with these foney officers.

As we have no control of the ship, the only way to stop people beaming in or beaming people out would be too install portable transports inhibiters, these devices are designed to block transport signals from a specific area.

''Han I'm going to head down to the Cargo bay and get the Inhibiters, I'll be as fast as I can.'' she said to Han while getting off her chair.

Tera paused for a moment. ''Computer do we still have functioning lifts?'' she asked

Ichika didn't want to go through the Jefferies tubes if she could help it.

==Gm input please, Do we have functional Turbo lifts?==

==Tag Han==
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"Agreed. Make it so"

R'Kaar began to make the necessary evacuations, along with reductions in life support levels, though he made sure people had enough time to evacuate the affected decks. Then his console shut down as the prefix code was entered, and R'Kaar sighed. He figured something like this might happen, and stayed quiet even as he was passed over for bridge command in favor of the acting chief engineer, who was little more than a midshipman. He could pull rank, but decided this would be a better experience to prepare her for the training of a future bridge officer.

Then Ichika was ordered by Han to keep people off the ship, and R'Kaar decided to speak up at that,

"First of all, you might want to find an emergency respirator before you go down to the cargo bay, as that was one of the areas I lowered life support to when we needed the additional power, and I can't restore it until the prefix code is rescinded. And second, is more of a mental challenge. You'd have to create a grid with the transport inhibitors, and to do that, you'd need one in the hallway, one in the water closet, and one wedged in the back of the comms transceiver area. In any case, until the prefix code is released. we cannot stop the Yeager from beaming others aboard this ship. That's why only the Captain and a few others know that code, to keep this ship from falling into the wrong hands."

He looked over at the doors to exit the bridge and added,

"Jensen, I don't think can win this. But, if you're dead set on overriding that code, you'd have to alter it in the main computer core, or fake a signal from the Yeager that will release that lockout. And to do that, you'd need a computer that is free of the lockout, which will likely be in the computer core level anyways."

==tag==
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After what seemed like an interminable amount of time but was really only a few minutes, the Ready Room doors opened and four figures emerged. At the front was Jenny, dressed in the same duty uniform with black trim and undershirt she had been seen in during the earlier communication with the Yeager; gunbelt encircling her waist, holster containing a very much not standard-issue EM-70 Plasma Pistol rather than the standard Type-2 Phaser pistols carried by D'Tor'an, Jensen, and Brele.

"Computer, beam all crew from the Yeager directly to the Bridge."

While the computer processed the request, Jenny noted the crew who were still present on the Bridge and spun on her heels. Pointer finger stabbing out towards several members of the crew in turn.

"D'Tor'an, you're now Chief of Security; field promotion to Lieutenant as of right now. Ichika, Han; I'm field commissioning you as Ensigns. Ichika, right now you're acting Science Officer. Han, take the Ops console."

The Yeager crew materialised in a haze of blue-white light, and Jenny continued as if they had been there all along.

"Theresa, you're my new Chief Tactical Officer; take the helm. T'Lari, weapons. Altairi, take Ian down to Engineering and show him the toys; I'm going to need all the speed the engines can give us, so I want you to start removing the safety interlocks from the injector manifolds. Take the Core to one hundred five percent, and divert any excess energy to the navigational deflector and the structural integrity field."

Finally, Jenny glanced over at Kal-Geal, and wondered how the wolf-like exchange officer would mesh with her Caitian Chief Medical Officer. They came from diamedtrically-opposed cultures; the warrior and the pacifist, and she wasn't sure how long it would be until the fur literally started flying in Sickbay.

"Doctor Ragarri, take Kal-Geal down to Sickbay and show him around. We will be requiring your services."

Slipping effortlessly into her chair, Jenny flipped up the central console and pressed the button that opened an internal communications channel to the entire ship.

"This is the Captain. We have just been informed that Starfleet Intelligence has located a ship believed to be carrying survivors from the Callisto away from the Parhelia system. To reach Cardassian space, they have to cross or at the very least skirt Federation space. We will use this opportunity to force them to submit to a routine stop and search. It is possible we will meet armed resistance, so all stations will maintain Red Alert."

Closing the channel, Jenny wriggled slightly in her chair to make herself comfortable.

"Helm, bring us to course two-sevel-zero mark six-five. Maximum Warp."
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As Peter entered along with Braggins, Brele and d'Tor'an, he nodded confidently as Braggins issued her orders, and sat down in the First Officer's chair again.
He was certain that everyone had questions. And they had a right to answers, given what they had just gone through. But for now, time was a-wasting, and those answers could come later.

He leaned back in his seat and sighed. This had certainly been a day. The quality of the day, however, was something he was not going to be able to speak to, within the boundaries of protocol.
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T'Lari stumbled as she appeared on the Philly bridge. She'd been sitting when she was transported and appeared without her chair. The young Vulcan caught herself on a panel and righted herself quickly, trying to maintain some dignity.

Well, I suppose it would have been too much to ask for a communication first.

Braggins was all business, though, wanting to get underway as quickly as possible. "Theresa, you're my new Chief Tactical Officer; take the helm. T'Lari, weapons. Altairi, take Ian down to Engineering and show him the toys; I'm going to need all the speed the engines can give us, so I want you to start removing the safety interlocks from the injector manifolds. Take the Core to one hundred five percent, and divert any excess energy to the navigational deflector and the structural integrity field."

T'Lari nodded and headed for the weapons station after a brief look around to figure out where it is. She paused as she passed the Captain's chair.

"Captain, a quick word? We have two ships and console control over the Yeager. Could we not use that ship as a diversion rather than send it back? Send it to skirt the system at warp on the opposite side, perhaps drawing some Cardassian forces away?"

The Yeager was old, obsolete, and there weren't any technologies or secrets on it for the Cardassians to scavenge that would be worth anything. T'Lari knew that, Cardassians being Cardassians, an opportunity to grab another Star Fleet vessel would likely appeal to their arrogant and greedy officers. Perhaps the Yeager could perform one last service for the Federation rather than being scrapped.

She waited for the Captain's response before heading to her station. Once there she sat down and quickly set about familiarizing herself with the controls and the Philly's weapon loadout. The ship was less well-armed than the built-for-war Yeager, but it was much newer and more advanced. Not having to spend her time keeping the systems running would be a pleasant change of pace.

The Captain made a shipwide announcement.

"This is the Captain. We have just been informed that Starfleet Intelligence has located a ship believed to be carrying survivors from the Callisto away from the Parhelia system. To reach Cardassian space, they have to cross or at the very least skirt Federation space. We will use this opportunity to force them to submit to a routine stop and search. It is possible we will meet armed resistance, so all stations will maintain Red Alert."

Welcome to the Philadelphia.

== Tag Jenny ==
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Black was beginning to wonder what they were going to be doing next while she and the four others waited on the bridge of the Yeager after Braggins had transported back to the Philadelphia.

The unexpected yet familiar tingle of the transporter answered that thought a few minutes later as the Yeager's bridge melted away, and was replaced with that of the Philadelphia. Complete with familiar faces. All with either looks of anger, mistrust and disappointment. She fully expected Jensen to bring her up on charges of being out of uniform the second she'd fully formed.

"Theresa, you're my new Chief Tactical Officer; take the helm. T'Lari, weapons...” Braggins was saying as she gave out orders to each of them.

Black looked over toward Ichika and gave her weak smile and a nod before turning away again to look down to the helm where their Andorian pilot was seated, and a distinct lack of Commander Murphy wasn't..

She'd been given the young academy graduate as her only member of staff in the science department, and she'd pretty much shown her the best way how not to do the job properly. And it also looked as if Maggie was missing also. One of her few allies she'd had aboard.

Walking over to sh'Zereth and placed her hand on the Andorian Shen's shoulder. The look the younger woman gave her would have floored a Naussican, but by now Black was getting used to her station in life. “Sorry.” She said reflexively as sh'Zereth stepped aside and relinquished the helm to her.

Then Braggins spoke to the entire ship. "This is the Captain. We have just been informed that Starfleet Intelligence has located a ship believed to be carrying survivors from the Callisto away from the Parhelia system...”

She waited for T'Lari to return to the other tactical station while the Captain finished what she was saying. "Helm, bring us to course two-seven-zero mark six-five. Maximum Warp."

“Two-seven-zero mark six-five. Warp Nine. Aye.” She replied. This had been a long day, and it was only going to get longer.
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She had isolated the codes which had been used to take over the Bridge, however, she did not have the authority to over ride any of it. It took someone who only had the correct command codes and she knew that as a Midshipman, she didn’t have anything like that. She would need someone, at the very least, like a Chief but likely much more like a Commander to be able to access those codes. The one job Jensen had given to her and she couldn’t even do it. Han began to think if there was another way she could accomplish the task which had been handed over to her.

I should have taken more computer hacking classes…

The cat..officer..person… spoke up about the task she had issued to Ichika and began talking about how it wasn’t going to work and the reasons why. Well… that’s not very helpful, you could at least give us some ideas… Pinching the Bridge of her nose, she now started to understand why Captain’s did the similar move often because the stress headache was building up right there and sometimes you wanted to slap a man but couldn’t.

Before she could offer another solution or ask for someone else’s opinion the doors to the Ready room opened and out came Braggins, Jensen, and some others. Ju felt her brows furrow as no explanation was offered to the crew who had.. during their secret meeting.. been stressfully trying to pull off the impossible. Braggins field promoted the Security officer to Chief and Lieutenant, then turned to her and Ichika and told them they were both now granted the rank of Ensign. Ju’s eyes shifted over to her Japanese counterpart in a bit of shock as she tried to just figure out what the heck was going on.

First there was a mutiny, then they had been working with Jensen, now Braggins was back barking orders as though she never left. Coming back with her fancy wardrobe change hadn’t made any sense, and now it seemed that Jensen was just fine to sit back in the First Officer’s seat. I need a nap.. As Han Eun Ju’s first official mission it had been a cluster. The whole situation had been nothing short of absolutely confusing, stressful, and she was pretty sure this wasn’t the end of it. She was confused, upset, and frankly, just wore out.

Ju had been ordered to take the Ops station, so she moved to the console at the front of the Bridge and sat down signing herself in still trying to just.. understand what all happened. Had they actually saved the other people? Had Braggins been successful? Was Damian okay? Was Jensen not in trouble? Were they all off the hook for not going with her? What about the people that did go? Questions raised in the curious mind of the newly minted Ensign as Braggins opened a ship-wide channel to give the crew new direction.

The Captain explained that Starfleet Intelligence had located the survivors of the Callisto away from the Parhelia system. In order to reach the Cardassian system they would have to skirt Federation space so their job was to grab onto them and see if they could rescue the Callisto officers. Now that Han was into the Ops station she began to monitor the ship and the station.

“Sir,” she offered from her new spot up front. “Power was redirected earlier to the engines so there are areas of the ship which do not have life support.” She reported. Since Braggins had only just come back she thought the Captain may not be aware. She was asking for a ridiculous amount of power, and Han wasn’t sure where they were going to pull it from but that wasn’t her job at the moment.

Let .. the new adventure begin?

==Tag Braggins==
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Ichika was lost in her own thoughts and all the sudden her mind just snapped back into reality as the CMO started to speak. "First of all, you might want to find an emergency respirator before you go down to the cargo bay, as that was one of the areas I lowered life support to when we needed the additional power, and I can't restore it until the prefix code is rescinded. And second, is more of a mental challenge. You'd have to create a grid with the transport inhibitors, and to do that, you'd need one in the hallway, one in the water closet, and one wedged in the back of the comms transceiver area. In any case, until the prefix code is released. we cannot stop the Yeager from beaming others aboard this ship. That's why only the Captain and a few others know that code, to keep this ship from falling into the wrong hands."

Why can't anything on this damn ship be simple?

'' Aye Sir but the grid would only be required if I wanted to do multiple rooms, alas for the purpose of the idea ingenious as it may be would only require one, and since we are locked out of most systems I have concluded that it's not the best theory for the this particular circumstance, paraphs a more astute approach would be beneficial.'' she said while pondering.

Before Tera could come up with an alternative solution all doors came blazing open and officers started to rush about like headless tribbles. The Captain seemed to have come back wearing a rather bespoke outfit that didn't seem to follow regulations. What in Blue blazes...

"D'Tor'an, you're now Chief of Security; field promotion to Lieutenant as of right now. Ichika, Han; I'm field commissioning you as Ensigns. Ichika, right now you're acting Science Officer. Han, take the Ops console." said the Captain as she got back to her chair.

This had left the midshipman feeling a touch of the old whip lash as everything seemed to go so quickly, she noticed Han looking at her also in a bewildered state and all she could do was shrug in response to her friend.

Tera blinked and sat down by her console feeling slightly confused and the promotion to Ensign didn't really sink in yet not to mention now she was acting CSO for some reason, then it downed on her Black is the CSO did something happen to her?

The Newly appointed Ensign looked towards Tatical station she saw Black looking towards her with a small smile on her face, but Ichika wasn't sure if she was annoyed confused or just utterly gazonked at the situation they found themselves in. Did Black just switch fields on me, does that mean I'm the only one in science department now...hells no..

Tera bit her lower lip and tried to remain calm the Captain had mentioned that Starfleet Intel had found survivors of the Callisto some diddybops away from Parhelia system.

The Ensign sighed with relief but she was also worried about Ju, she must of been so worried about Commander Coleman and she hoped that there drinking buddy was alright too for Ju's sake.

So what was the point of the mutiny, what was the point of the chaos we experienced here, are we all cleared of chargers now and best friends?

Ichika powered up her station again and waited to see what would happen next.
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Ian hated to leave the Yeager. The ship was an endless project, a puzzle cube, a nesting doll, a Sisyphus of problems to play with and fix. But the easiest thing to hook up had been his “downfall”; he had been ordered to auto-pilot her back to base, and then was beamed onto the Philadelphia’s Bridge.

I bet there’s not even one broken replicator on this ship. He thought, morose.

Captain Braggins emerged from a side room, confident and barking orders. “d'Tor'an, you're now Chief of Security; field promotion to Lieutenant as of right now. Ichika, Han; I'm field commissioning you as Ensigns. Ichika, right now you're acting Science Officer. Han, take the Ops console.”

His head whipped around as these people were pointed out, watching in wonderment as the shock hit each of their faces. “Altairi, take Ian down to Engineering and show him the toys; I'm going to need all the speed the engines can give us, so I want you to start removing the safety interlocks from the injector manifolds. Take the Core to one hundred five percent, and divert any excess energy to the navigational deflector and the structural integrity field.”

There were quite a few magic words said right there, and Ian’s eyes lit up. He quickly looked to the one Braggins called Hydish, grinning despite himself. Ian could never read a room.

“Toys?” The mostly-human Engineer whispered. “One-oh-five percent? How do you maintain that without overloading the basic power couplings?” His speech was already starting to quicken with excitement.



==Tag Hydish!==
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Though the ship had not returned to normal, and Jenny suspected any degree of "normalcy" would take months if not years to bring back following her actions hours earlier, Jenny was pleased to see everyone jumping back to work. T'Lari and Han both had things to say to update or advise her, and Jenny nodded mutely to both suggestions as she considered what they had said. Having the Yeager as a force multiplier or even just a distraction would be helpful, but the old ship would require a crew if they were doing anything other than offering her up as a sacrificial lamb, and Jenny needed her best people with her. The Yeager would get her blaze of glory, but it was not today.

As the ship accelerated to her maximum safe velocity of Warp Nine-point-Two, Jenny settled into her chair. The engineers, who had yet to depart, were conversing just within earshot of Jenny's enhanced hearing. Though Ian was whispering, Jenny couldn't help but smile to herself as she caught the excitement in young Ian Elliot's voice; the part-Klingon technician having been stuck with 2370s-level technology for the past year, and having been confined to repairing replicators at Starfleet Headquarters before then. This would be the first time he had been let loose with state-of-the-art technology on a front-line starship.

Jenny hoped he could handle it.

“One-oh-five percent? How do you maintain that without overloading the basic power couplings?”

Jenny couldn't resist answering; even though Hydish would have a more technical answer, Jenny's was the most matter-of-fact.

"Carefully, Ian. Very carefully."

As the Engineers went about their business and the Philadelphia cruised through space at a smidge over sixteen hundred times the speed of light, Jenny pushed all distraction from her mind and focused on the task at head.

"Ichika, I want long range scanners looking for any ship that might be carrying our prisoners. Look out for Cardassian designs or warp signatures, but any ship not registered to the Federation might be our target if the Cardassians are getting sneaky. T'Lari, go through our tactical database; I want to know where we need to hit a Cardassian ship to bring it to a stop without blowing it apart or venting the atmosphere. Peter, get with D'Tor'an and assemble a rescue team; make sure you're well-armed, and take a medic with you."
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For the second time that day, he watched his life turned around in the span of a few seconds. He stood perfectly still for the entirety of those few seconds, face still creased with worry, fingers limp at his sides.

Minutes ago, he'd been trying to hack his way into the Philadelphia's systems. Now he was standing on her bridge, once again as her chief engineer.

He was submerged enough by the whiplash to miss the first half of Braggins' orders, snapping back at the mention of his name, and the orders for him to head down to main engineering. 

With one of their guests.

“Toys?” Ill-fitting as it was, the other engineer's excitement managed to get a not-quite-a-smile out of him. “One-oh-five percent? How do you maintain that without overloading the basic power couplings?”

"Carefully, Ian. Very carefully."

Altairi glanced at the captain, not knowing whether to smirk at her quip or scream at her for letting any of this happen. He knew it wasn't all her fault. He also knew she'd been responsible for most of his anxiety since the mission had begun.

"I'll explain it on the way," he took a step toward the turbolift and gestured for Elliot to follow.

== Tag! ==
>> Santa's Workshop Engineering >>
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Tera spun around and faced the central command chair as her name was spoken aloud, she paid close attention to the details the Captain had given. Looking for the warp signatures would be a cake walk all she had to do was have the sensors set up to locate Cardassian warp core signatures for a Keldon class, A Galor class and anything with a Cardassian signature and to thrown in for good measure any signature that isn't recognised by the Computer.

''May I also suggest Captain once I find the signatures that we camouflage our sensors to match a Cardaissian ship so we blend in and they wont be able to detect us until e are up there rear.''

Tera then spun back around and started inputting some data for the computer. ''Computer please set the long range scan and locate any Cardassian ship in the area, and please locate any non recognised warp signatures in the area, also please tell me how many ships are in the facility please'' she said after typing in her commands.

==Gm input please was the computer able to find anything on long range scans?==
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The Captain began giving orders to the crew in preparation. "Ichika, I want long range scanners looking for any ship that might be carrying our prisoners. Look out for Cardassian designs or warp signatures, but any ship not registered to the Federation might be our target if the Cardassians are getting sneaky. T'Lari, go through our tactical database; I want to know where we need to hit a Cardassian ship to bring it to a stop without blowing it apart or venting the atmosphere. Peter, get with D'Tor'an and assemble a rescue team; make sure you're well-armed, and take a medic with you."

"Yes, Captain," T'Lari responded. She was aware of the general specifications of Cardassian warships from her training and her studies aboard the USS Nile, but didn't know the specifics of Braggins' request, so she pulled up the database and got to work. Galor-class Destroyers made up the bulk of their fleet even now, an older ship line but still kept reasonably up-to-date with new technologies. The visually similar and up-gunned Keldon-class ships were less common but frequent enough. There were a few other types, but Cardassian ship design was remarkably monolithic. And why not? Their designs were functional and had held up reasonably well for a century, unlike the Federation and its obsession with the latest cutting edge designs.

Star Fleet's designs do have an elegance to them, though, and there is something to be said for making starships visually pleasing as well as functional. That can lead to combat vulnerabilities that Cardassian ships lack, though.

There was quite a bit of data to go through. Combat reports from the Dominion War and afterwards formed the majority, with analysis from Star Fleet Intelligence also available to a lesser extent. The Vulcan quickly created a filter on the console in order to narrow down the search as much as possible, her eyes flying quickly over the mountain of information.

== GM Input please and thank you: What vulnerabilities does T'Lari find that would meet the Captain's request, if any? And does T'Lari find any other weaknesses that could be exploited by the crew of a plucky little ship? ==
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When the four of them exited the Captain’s Ready Room, there were too many emotions, all mixed together, and Art had trouble identifying each of them. Awkwardness, guilt, confusion, just to name a few, and Captain Braggins seemed to be experiencing none of them. So Art put back on her stoic, Klingon, emotion-hiding face, and tried to figure out where she should go on the Bridge as Braggins ordered the transport of some people from the Yeager.

Art’s effort at hiding her emotions did not last.

“d'Tor'an,” Braggins said, her tone authoritative as she went through and gave orders to each Bridge personnel, “you're now Chief of Security; field promotion to Lieutenant as of right now. Ichika, Han; I'm field commissioning you as Ensigns. Ichika…”

Luckily, there had been enough shocking things to happen recently that Art’s surprise showed only in her raising her eyebrows. She logged into a station and waited for Braggins’ confirmation to go through, and then she began running (or viewing) any scan that came to mind. If they were really going to go after Cardassians and come running out shooting, things inside and around the ship better be damn secure.

Braggins then addressed the whole ship: “This is the Captain. We have just been informed that Starfleet Intelligence has located a ship believed to be carrying survivors from the Callisto away from the Parhelia system. To reach Cardassian space, they have to cross or at the very least skirt Federation space. We will use this opportunity to force them to submit to a routine stop and search. It is possible we will meet armed resistance, so all stations will maintain Red Alert.”

Art took a deep breath; not quite a sigh, not quite catching one’s breath, emotionally-speaking. She knew it would take a couple minutes for the results of all the system scans to come back, but at least they were trickling in.



==GM: What is the ship’s status? IE, life support status, engines efficiency status, shield status, lifesigns check, and replicators (both personal/food and large-scale)?

GM/Braggins: Who is on the ship as far as departments go? Do we have full departments? If not, who do we have in each department?==
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Settling in for the trip back to the Parhelia system that was going to take a few hours, and back at her spiritual home of the helm, Maz began to feel a little more like herself after the last few hours of turmoil despite the feeling that being sat at the very front of the bridge, eyes that were not fixed on the viewscreen were most likely boring holes in the back of her skull.

To help her concentrate on long journey's, she'd previously set up a playlist of relaxing music, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that it hadn't been removed from the subdirectory where she'd left it months ago.

She allowed herself a genuinely happy smile now as she rested the heel of her right hand against the console surface, allowing the imperceptible ultrasonic bone conducting effect transit the sounds through her wrist, up her arm and toward her skull. Meaning that while the bridge bustled around her, she could enjoy something relaxing while keeping her ears free for orders.

The playlist was set for random, and she genuinely had no clue as to what was queued next.

A piece for violins began to play. It wasn't one she was familiar with, but she let it continue. A flick of her thumb silently instructed the computer to identify the piece. [Gulliver Suite – G.P. Telemann.]

As she listened, it almost seemed like the computer had chosen the piece on purpose. It was only a few minutes long, but was broken down into smaller segments that could be easily taken to represent the Philadelphia and their new mission.

'The Daydreams of the Laputions' could easily represent the crew and their tiny ship, and 'Gigue of the Brobdigngians', their upcoming task. Though if it all went wrong, they could easily be written off as 'The Wild Dance of the Untamed Yahoos'.

She made a mental note to, if they came home, to make the time to read the original stories as the last notes died away, to be replaced a moment later by something a little more classical...
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==Ichika==

There was a Cardassian freighter skirting the Federation border, just inside of Federation space. It was traveling at Warp Four, a common speed for civilian ships carrying non-vital cargo. It's current course put it on a slightly circuitous route from Parhelia to the Cardassian border.

==T'Lari==

Cardassian ships, from the mightiest warship to the smaller ships that did most of their scientific research, had been built with combat in mind. This made them fairly resilient and lacking in weak spots. Most Cardassian ships did, however, have a sensor blind spot at the rear caused by their engine wake, and Cardassian warships usually mounted only one or two weapons banks in their aft arcs due to this.

==D'Tor'an==

Engines were operating at peak efficiency. Shields were charged and ready for use. Replicators were currently offline, as was Life Support in non-critical areas of the ship, in order to direct extra energy to the engines.

In terms of crew; the numbers had grown since the Philadelphia had departed Deep Space Nine. To an extent, this would be written off by the presence of T'Lari and Ian Elliot, who made up for Maggie Murphy's abrupt departure.

What didn't make sense was the Kzinti lifesign and matching Starfleet Commbadge, that was locked in Transporter Room 2.
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"Doctor Ragarri, take Kal-Geal down to Sickbay and show him around. We will be requiring your services."

R'Kaar looked at the Child of San-Tarah, and his eyes went wide. A wolf on a Star Fleet bridge surprised him, as he hadn't imagined there were such races in the Federation. And then he noticed the Klingon insignia, and remembered there was such a thing as the Officer Exchange Program. He watched as Beinn approached him and said, 

"Alright Kal-Geal. I guess you're in my department. We'll head down to sickbay, though I suspect you already have a good idea of how everything works."

As he prepared to head to the turbolift, he then heard the captain say, 

"Peter, get with D'Tor'an and assemble a rescue team; make sure you're well-armed, and take a medic with you."

R'Kaar looked at Kal-Geal, and then an idea came into his head. Medics were usually assigned by Star Fleet Medical to assist with Star Fleet Security, but this was a possibility for both a learning experience, and to foster some ties with Security. He then said, 

"Kal-Geal, given the circumstances, and from the looks of your Klingon insignia, you're at least trained as a battlefield doctor. I want you to use your experience with our Security department, and handle any medical needs they require." 

He didn't have to ask if Kal-Geal could do that, as it would be disrespectful to a Klingon officer to ask if they felt competent. However, in the event Kal-Geal accepted, he nodded and headed into the turbolift. 

"I'll be in Sickbay if I'm needed."

>>Next Post: Sickbay>>
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Kal-Geal materialized aboard the Philadelphia, and his ears perked up as he took in the new bridge. Humans he wasn't surprised about. The Caitian was a strange one to see, and he hoped he could make friends with them. But the Klingon, that made his tail drift more. Finally, someone from his home that understood what it was to be in the Klingon Empire, but then he reminded himself that the Federation also had their own Klingon officers that weren't part of the KDF, and might have very different ideas about the Empire. 

"Alright Kal-Geal. I guess you're in my department. We'll head down to sickbay, though I suspect you already have a good idea of how everything works."

Kal-Geal was glad that the Caitian was the Chief Medical Officer of the ship, and hoped that the Caitian was at least capable of seeing past the stereotype of cats and dogs in one room. Then, the CMO ordered him to report to be a liaison to Security, and with that, Kal-Geal's respect for the Caitian doctor grew. The Klingon Academy required every officer to be ready for battle, and Medical, though limited, was trained for both space and ground warfare injuries. 

Kal-Geal saluted the Caitian with a growled, "Yes Sir." Before turning back to D'Tor'an. He looked at the Chief of Security and said, 

"qaH, Hung'boQ naDev'jIH" Kal-Geal said in Klingon to Artemis, before switching back to his growling Galactic Standard that was harder to speak. "I was told to assist your department by Lieutenant Ragarri in any way I can. I was trained by the Klingon Empire as a medical officer, so I stand ready to aid in any way you need, Sir."

He hoped the Klingonese would be understood by her, and prepared an apology in his mind, just in case she didn't understand the language. To him, it was honorable to address a superior in their shared language, but also to give them a language that the Cardassians would be unlikely to communicate in, should they be forced to board an enemy vessel.


==Translation: Sir, I am here to assist Security==
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The Ops station was an exciting place to be, even more so was the Bridge. Here was the hub of everything that went on during the flights and missions. Ju had been down in the depths of the ship in the Engineering department working since they had left the Starbase, but now, sitting up here she found herself busy and enamored with the hubbub of the Bridge. Her Chief and another engineer, one she had yet to meet, headed down to the Engineering deck to see if they could possibly pull more power from the ship systems to give to the engines. Ju wasn’t sure where they were going to pull from she felt like she had pulled from most areas but she knew the Commander had a lot more experience than her in situations like this and probably knew places to grab from she hadn’t thought of.

Ju was keeping an eye on the Cardassian ship which was skirting their area, but seemed to be no threat at the moment. The ops center was lit up green for all the areas of the ship which were functioning normally as well as red for those that were not. Those that she herself had shut down when diverting power for Jensen.

The Korean woman assumed that they would be heading out as soon as everyone got to their stations and power was fully diverted to give the engines more speed to work with since they were wanting to get there even faster than normal. Ichika had a great idea about masking their signature so that they could hopefully fly in under the radar at least a little bit. Cardassians weren’t stupid and they would likely figure it out but if they could get a little closer before things went down.

This would likely be a fight, and though she wouldn’t be picked for the extraction team, she knew that it would be exciting either way. Those left behind would have a job to do, and more so those on the Bridge. “Captain, when we get close to the ship could we divert power from the engines to the tractor beam to hold it in place?” she offered her own idea. They wouldn’t need the engines to have so much power when they had already arrived. So, they could again, divert power and give as much as they could to the tractor beam to take control of their own ship out of the Cardassian hands.

==Tag Braggins==
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Thankfully, everything looked good, for the most part. That made her job easy; things had been hard enough lately with her playing the Acting Chief of Security. Some systems were offline, in order to divert as much power as they could to the engines, but that was to be expected. Art was actually semi-surprised that Braggins didn’t have half of life support diverted to the engines or shields, the way things were going.

She double-checked the crew count, as something seemed off. She was disappointed that they still didn’t really have a Science department, though she knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. For as much had changed between the almost-mutiny and now, there hadn’t exactly been a chance to return to a starbase and refresh their crew complement.

What had changed, however, was the stray Kzinti signal in one of the transporter rooms. Before she could investigate further, however, she found herself paired up not once, but twice. “Peter,” the Captain ordered, “get with d’Tor’an and assemble a reacue team. Make sure you’re well-armed, and take a medic with you.”

It seemed the Chief Medical Officer had someone quickly at hand. “Kal-Geal, given the circumstances, and from the looks of your Klingon insignia…”

Art’s head whipped around. Whose Klingon what now?! Certainly she would have noticed if there was suddenly a Klingon exchange officer on board. “…want you to use your experience with our Security department, and handle any medical needs they require.”

But what she found wasn’t a Klingon officer, but rather someone from the Klingon Empire. Bearing a furred complexion, a Starfleet medical uniform, and a Klingon insignia, Art found herself merely blinking at the Child of San-Tarah. He greeted her in Klingon, and then spoke so the rest of the Bridge could understand, basically repeating his orders but in more detail. Having only read about this race in Klingon-based history books, the information had not been wholly polite, but never in her lifetime had Art expected to meet a San-Tarah Child in person.

“Qa’plah.” She said simply, stunned. “Maj to ghaj tlhih nadev.”

She had to remember she was Chief of Security now, and she better start acting like it. “Commander—“ She began, getting up from her seat, making way to follow Jensen. Stopping herself, she brought up the scan that had zeroed in on the stray signal. “Captain,” Art decided to go with, addressing Braggins instead. “I did a scan of the ship, and there appears to be a lifesign of Kzinti origins in Transporter Room 2?” With all that had happened in recent hours, Art was okay with her vocal fry, causing that sentence to end in a question mark rather than a period. Who knew what Braggins had up her sleeve next.





* “Hello. Good to have you here.”


==Just curious as to which Klingon translator you are using? Just want to make sure we’re on the same page, haha, I’m always trying to find which website I liked better but I can never remember!==

==Tags to Beinn & Braggins==
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Starfleet was, as most military organisations had been through history, 98% waiting and boredom, and 2% sheer terror. This was, Jenny reflected, definitely part of that 98%. When she had been a simple Helm Officer, even when she had risen to Chief Tactical Officer or First Officer, there had always been something for her to do, to keep her engineered mind occupied. Now, however, she was expected to delegate and not micro-manage, which meant that unless there were reports to be read or filed, she really didn't have a lot to do. Beyond listening to Kal-Geal and Art talking quietly in Klingon behind her and wondering whether their accents would be recognisable in the Empire, Jenny's mind began to wander to events ahead - what kind of ship were they tracking? What weapons did it have? What state were the captives in? Was this whole thing a setup?

“Captain, when we get close to the ship could we divert power from the engines to the tractor beam to hold it in place?”

The young Ensign at Ops offered her idea, and for a moment Jenny was instantly inclined to dismiss it out of hand. Increasing the power to the tractor beam wouldn't increase the ability of a smaller ship to stop a larger one, especially if the larger ship had more powerful engines. On the other hand, it did make the beam more "solid" and thus more difficult for the lock to be broken; that would be beneficial for slowing a ship down after they'd disabled its engines.

"We'll play it by ear, see how things unfold. But make sure you're ready to do it the moment I call for it."

Then Art's voice came back, distracting her again from her brooding over what might happen in the next hour or so.

“Captain, I did a scan of the ship, and there appears to be a lifesign of Kzinti origins in Transporter Room 2?”

Jenny frowned and actually turned in her chair to look her Chief of Security in the eye and make sure this wasn't some kind of joke she and Jensen had privately cooked up. Kzinti were rare in Starfleet, all of them refugees or exiles, and having one just appear on her ship wasn't something she was prepared for. As far as she could tell, there hadn't been any confirmed roster changes, so what was this...person, doing aboard?

"Check it out. Have our guest brought to the Bridge."
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Ichika spun around to face the Captain. "Sir scans have found a Cardassian freighter skirting the Federation border, it seems to be a civilian ship travelling at warp four." The Ensign then looked at the data again and sighed lightly.

"What are the chances that they could be holding Human beings..."

Then it dawned on her she quickly went to face the console and started to type somethings. "Computer I need you to detect any Human life signs I'm the area that's not on the Philadelphia, example the Cardassian ship that's on the federation boarder."


==Gm input please was the computer able to detect any Human life signs on the ships and in there surroundings? Thank you==
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T'Lari tapped out a command to her console, pulling up a diagram of a standard Cardassian warship (and the vast majority of them were standard) before adding in a quick field with annotations about weapon fields of fire and the sensor blind spot she had found. She sent it to the Captain's chair and turned to address Braggins.

"Captain, Cardassian engines are well protected and bringing a ship to a halt is unlikely, though not impossible. Venting atmosphere is unlikely as well, as their ships are designed to absorb damage with a minimum of crew loss. However, due to engine wake there is a sensor blind spot on the Galor and Keldon class ships aft in a 30 degree cone. In addition, both warships have fewer weapons aft, one disruptor on the Galor and two on the Keldon."

That fit Cardassian psychology, which the Vulcan had studied at the Academy. Their ships were expected to be aggressive, charging forward and bringing their front heavy disruptor grid to bear on enemies. They lacked the tactical flexibility and near 360 degree fields of fire of Star Fleet ships but made up for it in sheer forward firepower. As her instructor had said, 'Cardassian ships are hammers. Don't be the nail.'

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From her position at the helm, sat between the tactical weapons station and the operations station, Maz couldn't help but smile as both junior officwes went about giving their findings and opinions to the Captain.

The important information that Ichika had given from the rear science station of the bridge was she had detected a freighter. Black had only just met T'Lari on the Yeager hours ago, and had just a short while before had been made the Vulcan woman's DH. She had no clue about her experience beyond she had made Lieutenant junior so far and Braggins had chosen her for this job.

But she seemed to have missed that all they had so far was a freighter. Not a warship. Such vessels were more of a threat to themselves than they were to a Starfleet vessel. Even as one as small as Philadelphia.

On the other had was the newly minted Ensign Ju. She seemed to have settled into the Ops station well. Balancing requests from all over the ship was something of a juggling act on a good day. But it made little sense from a tactical view to bolster the tractor beam against a Cardassian freighter in Black's opinion.

Military vessels were hard as nails, but their transport vessels were notoriously soft targets. Chances were a tractor lock would do as much damage, if not more to it than a phaser would.

For now, she just listened and kept her course heading until told otherwise. Everyone was keeping busy, and unless there was a hidden military cruiser or the like riding shotgun with the freighter, Maz couldn't see anything that could go awry with a little stop and search as long as the ship remained on their side of the border.
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== Please ignore previous response since I as a player missed the 'freighter' part. ==

"Captain, Cardassian engines are well protected and bringing a ship to a halt is unlikely, though not impossible. Venting atmosphere is unlikely as well, as their ships are designed to absorb damage with a minimum of crew loss. However, due to engine wake there is a sensor blind spot aft in a 30 degree cone. In addition, weapon fields are primarily to the front where the primary disruptor grid is located. Most Cardassian ships have only one or two secondary disruptors aft."
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==Ichika==

[Unable to process request. Target out of range.]]

The Cardassian ship was still too far out for the sensors to get a solid read on the species-by-species breakdown of any lifesigns.

==All==

The Philadelphia had obviously been detected, as the freighter increased velocity to Warp 8. If this was a civilian freighter as it had initially appeared, it would very quickly shake itself to pieces assuming its Warp Core didn't breach just from the exertion.

A military freighter, or a warship ship broadcasting false transponder codes and a faked warp signature, on the other hand, would be more than capable of maintaining or exceeding that velocity.
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The Philadelphia was hurtling toward the Parhelia system at high warp. The freighter which had been essentially poodling along at warp four must have suddenly detected them on their long range sensors as it jumped from warp four to warp eight. Something that any safety conscious Cardassian Captain would have thought twice about.

The four factor increase in real space terms meant they were now travelling ten times faster that they had been, but it was at this time still no match for the speed Philadelphia was closing at.

Without looking back, Black remained focused on her controls, flicked her thumb stopping her music and said; “Contact has just accelerated  their speed to warp eight.”

Now she just waited for the order to either maintain her course for the Parhelia system or to specifiably go after the freighter.
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Peter was getting more and more tense.
The ship seemed to be a civilian freighter,

Of course it is. And I'm Kahless the Unforgettable returned.


but he had read enough about the tactics of the Cardassian Union to know that this was among the oldest of their tricks. So he was not thoroughly surprised when the freighter went to warp 8, and he didn't really expect it to slow down.
He was already building in his head, the team he wanted on the strike team when it came to it. And he had no doubt that it would come to it.

He then looked at Braggins.

"Captain. I suggest that I assemble the boarding party so that we're ready for action as soon as we're able to make the transport", he said, the familiar steel of resolve - but this time with the mission as its object - back in his eyes. "We won't need to bring them to a complete stop. All we'll need is to punch enough of a hole in their shields for our transporter personnel to push us through, and if we materialize in a non-crowded sector of the ship, we should be able to fight our way through", he went on.

"We need time to prepare equipment, though", he went on. "They might try to use gas to neutralize us.", and then he paused for a moment as he weighed the gravity of his next words "And we will need your decision on clearly established ROE. We will be a small strike team, and unable to take prisoners of our own, and with no way to confine anyone we incapacitate"

What he was really asking for, was license to set their type-3s to setting 2, and type-2s to setting 4. The kill-setting.
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Jenny had been waiting for the other shoe to drop from the moment they had detected the freighter on sensors; would it be heavily escorted? Would it be some kind of elaborate sensor ghost or decoy designed to lure them into a trap? The fact it had not reacted to their long-range scans indicated that either the Cardassian Captain wasn't worried about them, or more likely, wasn't even aware of their presence - their civilian ships had never been cutting-edge even before the Dominion War, and thirty years of destitution following that conflict had not done Cardassian R&D any favours.

"Captain, Cardassian engines are well protected and bringing a ship to a halt is unlikely, though not impossible. Venting atmosphere is unlikely as well, as their ships are designed to absorb damage with a minimum of crew loss. However, due to engine wake there is a sensor blind spot aft in a 30 degree cone. In addition, weapon fields are primarily to the front where the primary disruptor grid is located. Most Cardassian ships have only one or two secondary disruptors aft."

Jenny nodded solemnly as T'Lari spoke; she'd figured as much, but her expertise had recently been in fighting Romulans or the Borg; she'd never, as far as she remembered, come into direct conflict with a Cardassian vessel. She'd studied Cardassian ship design and tactics since being assigned this mission, but having a second opinion to balance her own and offer second opinions was nice to have.

That blind spot might prove useful if we can ease ourselves into it without being seen.

“Contact has just accelerated  their speed to warp eight.”

Well I guess now we know that's not a civilian freighter...

The ship tilted almost imperceptibly as Black adjusted course to intercept the freighter; with the Cardassian shio's velocity increase they were now going to be cutting it very close if they wanted to catch up before they reached the Cardassian border - the freighter couldn't outrun the Philadelphia, but she didn't have to. Grumbling under her breath, Jenny wondered what was taking Hydish and Elliot so long, and pondered sending Han down to see if they needed help.

"Captain. I suggest that I assemble the boarding party so that we're ready for action as soon as we're able to make the transport, we won't need to bring them to a complete stop. All we'll need is to punch enough of a hole in their shields for our transporter personnel to push us through, and if we materialize in a non-crowded sector of the ship, we should be able to fight our way through. We need time to prepare equipment, though, they might try to use gas to neutralize us. And we will need your decision on clearly established ROE. We will be a small strike team, and unable to take prisoners of our own, and with no way to confine anyone we incapacitate."

Jenny silently pondered Jensen's words, reaching into her pocket and fishing out a cigarette and her lighter. It was moments like this, when he was thinking like a soldier rather than a cop, that Jenny was glad she had retained his services and made him her First Officer. D'Tor'an would make an excellent Chief of Security under his tutelage, so long as he thought with his head or his heart, and never the duranium rod wedged up his backside. Jensen's request was asking a lot, and was based on the flawed assumption that the Cardassian ship wouldn't restore shields and prevent the team's recovery. There was also, and Jenny silently couldn't believe she was about to bring this up, the legal aspect of what they were doing.

"If we're calling this a routine stop and search, we need them to heave to and shut down their engines. Starfleet procedure gives me the authority to compel them to if required, which means disabling their engines. It does not, however, authorise the use of deadly force unless absolutely necessary; that means stun setting on your weapons and any grenades. Remember, there might be Starfleet POWs over there, and I would rather Doctor Ragarri treat them for the effects of a stun bolt than put them in a body bag because someone got careless and drilled them on kill."

Flicking the lid of her lighter open and closed, a fidget response in reaction to being made to sit still, Jenny considered her options. Making her decision, Jenny finally raised the lighter and lit the unlit cigarette that had been dangling from her lips even as she discussed the situation with Jensen. With a deep breath, and fully cognizant of the fact that smoking was still frowned upon despite the total lack of harmful chemicals in replicated cigarettes, Jenny made sure she was facing away from Jensen as she exhaled a cloud of smoke through her nostrils, and watched it get very quickly sucked up and away into the ventilation system.

"Open a Hailing Frequency to the freighter the moment we reach maximum weapons range. T'Lari, give me range to target and prepare to lock weapons on their engines and shield generators. If anyone else has any idea about how to bring them out of warp, preferably without starting a diplomatic incident, I'd love to hear it."
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Ju knew that a tractor beam with extra power was not going to be enough to really stop a ship, depending on it’s size, however, anything that could slow the ship or help stabilize it would be beneficial. Eun Ju was still new, and being on the Bridge was not her strong suit because she had never sat at the Ops station before during a large moment like this. Trying to make herself useful as well as fill her roll in the front was her current goal. There was nothing more important than being good at her job and being useful in her role. Ju wanted to make a good impression especially after the situation at Quarks. She had no idea what the Captain truly thought about that, except for what was said in the Ready Room, she hoped that she could prove she was valuable and useful despite Ichika’s weak disposition.

Speaking of Ichika, she piped up that she was sensing the Cardassian ship they were after. As Ju brought up the scans of the ship on her own screen she realized just how big the ship they were after was. The Philly would be hard pressed to do much against it, so they were going to have to be much more stealthy and smart rather than rely on firepower and sheer will.

The Captain began giving out orders for those that she needed something from and asking if anyone had ideas for how they could get the ship to drop out of warp without causing a diplomatic incident. Ju twisted in her seat, to better view the Captain. “Captain, what if we elicit their help against a common enemy, like the Breen. Something that the Cardassian would also not want in this Quadrant and would cause a lot of issues for them and their ship. If we act as though, we are nothing but a small ship, and need the help of the stronger larger Cardassian ship, they may be willing to let a party on board to discuss tactics. We could have Ichicka falsify some scans that we could send to them to show the enemy in an area that puts them and their destination in danger. If we pretend to unite against a common enemy it would be something they might go for. We would be able to get them to shut down their shields so that we could beam onto the ship and the away party could do their jobs while the Diplomats kept the Cardassian’s busy with planning the attack.”

It sounded like a great idea to Ju, but then, she had never been in this situation before and was uncertain that Jenny wouldn’t think she was nuts and remind her of the Gummy Bear incident. Still, if they went in hoping to ally briefly with them, they may be more likely if they felt that they were being threatened as well. Whatever serious business they had, they wouldn’t want interrupted by someone who could put up a good fight.

“We can’t meet on the Philly because it’s too small for a Cardassian landing party, it’s best to meet over there to go over the scans and battle plans,” she said smiling hoping that the Captain saw merit in her idea. At the very least, she had tried.

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Braggins didn’t seem happy about Art’s announcement regarding a rogue Kzinti life sign. She also seemed surprised about it, which immediately made Art suspicious.

“Check it out. Have our guest brought to the Bridge.”

There were at least three possibilities linked to this feline-humanoid life sign in the Transporter Room, and only one of them was good, and that was the one least likely. The person in question was either an intruder just caught; someone from Base that got left behind, either on purpose or not; or someone who had been formally transferred to the Philadelphia, and had fallen through the cracks. The latter was not likely, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities.

Art was a little disappointed that with her current orders, she wouldn’t be able to find out the answer personally. “d’Tor’an to Blackford. Newt, there’s someone apparently stuck in Transporter Room One… go grab them and bring them to the Bridge for me? The Captain wants to talk.” There was no telling who they were or what their purpose here was, and Art’s vague yet menacing words provided just enough to let Blackford know how to address the situation.

The nearby Cardassian ship revealed its true intentions, dropping its masking signature as a civilian transport and taking a run at the Federation ship. Well, we’re not taking a rescue party on board any more! She thought matter-of-factly, throwing a glance towards the Child of San-Tarah, indicating that he should stay put for the moment. Working together now, Braggins and Jensen discussed how to deal with the quickly-approaching vessel; she decided on opening hailing frequencies as the first course of action.


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"Open a Hailing Frequency to the freighter the moment we reach maximum weapons range," the Captain ordered. "T'Lari, give me range to target and prepare to lock weapons on their engines and shield generators. If anyone else has any idea about how to bring them out of warp, preferably without starting a diplomatic incident, I'd love to hear it."

The Vulcan Tactical officer confirmed the order and turned to her console, tapping in a firing solution on engines and shield generators for when the ship was in range. She would still need sensor data, but that would be coming soon enough. As soon as the order came she could lock and fire immediately. The speed at which the Philadelphia's systems responded was refreshing. Having grown used to the sluggish and obsolete weapons controls on the Yeager, she felt a moment of satisfaction. The small ship was less well-armed than the ancient patchwork ship, but the young officer could work with this. Since she had a moment to spare she also added a potential targeting solution to attack the Cardassian ship's weapons if ordered. Best to be prepared, she thought.

T'Lari turned the problem over in her head. Knocking out engines was straightforward, shield generators less so... though a direct application of firepower would solve that problem well enough if necessary. She was reasonably sure that she could give Commander Jensen the opening he needed if it came down to it, but as the saying went 'No plan survives contact with the enemy.' They still didn't know much about the opposing ship. The Captain had asked for something else, a way to knock the ship out of warp. It was possible. She turned back to the Captain and gave the range to target. They were still well outside weapons range, but she was ready.

"Weapons ready on your command. Captain, an inverse graviton pulse would destabilize their warp field and force them sublight. The Klingons did that to a group of Jem-Hadar during the Dominion War. It would only give us one minute while they reset their warp core, but for that time they would be unable to reform their field." She gave something that was as close to a smile as she was able to. "There would be no damage to their ship."

== Yeah, I looked it up. It's a real thing in Star Trek. DS9 S7 Ep 7. Smile ==
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A military freighter, or a warship ship broadcasting false transponder codes and a faked warp signature, on the other hand, would be more than capable of maintaining or exceeding that velocity.

[Unable to process request. Target out of range.] Said the computer

Tera swore under her breath she knew this wasn't going to be easy, The Cardassian ship was still too far out for the sensors to get a solid read on the species-by-species breakdown of any life signs.

''It can't get any worse can it?''

Before long the Philadelphia had be detected and the freighter went straight to warp 8. The first officer had mentioned something that perked Tera's interest, did her ears device her did he mention a boarding party, it would make sense and gathering data would be easier at close range then in there current position.

Then there was mention of a stray and we had picked them up. Another Cat person I wonder if we will get space panda's next, I mean we already have Dolphins and space Cats...

The acting CSO watched The security personal leave the bridge, she wondered if the new passenger was going to be alright and if they had any new information that they could give us.

Ichika's ears perked slightly when her friend mentioned about becoming temp allies with the Cardasians, it could work but the Cardies are known to be to faced and double crossing, but she did like the idea a more techy method could be to use the deflector dish...

''That's idea  could work but if they turn heads on us we could also use the deflector dish to send out a pulse to disrupt all the electrical systems on the  freighter, we can always say that our ship is in disrepair and is sending our pulses and that we are trying to fix it'' she said looking at her console. ''It's always a pipeline idea'' she said while trying to look at the consoles data.

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Peter hadn't thought about the prisoners. He assumed that the Cardassians would have them confined in one place where they could keep an eye on them. But the point was well made: One shouldn't assume too much. She made sense, though, and he realized that while he had to count on the distinct possibility of this going badly wrong, they had to start off with the presumption that it wouldn't. And that the cover story necessitated certain procedures being followed.

He didn't trust the Cardassians as far as he could throw them, however, but he nodded his assent.

"Understood", he acknowledged the instruction regarding ROE. He did look annoyed at her assumptions that they'd get careless and shoot prisoners, but this was neither the time nor the place to bring up that grievance. He might do so later, though.

"I would like to still be prepared for them to play dirty and use gas or other such means to incapacitate us once they're on to us", he pointed out.

Once he'd received final instructions, he got out of his chair. It was time to get these POWs home.

"Leftenant", he looked at D'Tor'an, "Crewman", he looked at Brele, "You're both with me. Get yourselves ready. You heard the Captain.", he ordered. There were very few people he'd rather have by his side if this went south, as it might, than Artemis d'Tor'an. And, again, Brele was an excellent security officer in his own right, but Peter would be a fool to deny that his heritage was not one of the chief reasons he was asking for him rather than another of the security personnel. The more they could do to unnerve the Cardassians, the better.

And then he looked at Han, then at Braggins.

"If we're aiming to look like an inspection party rather than a strike team, it might be prudent to have an engineer with us, for legitimacy's sake", he suggested
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Her crew, especially the two newest additions, were surprising her with how many suggestions they were willing to vocalise; she remembered her father's stories of the post-Dominion War Starfleet, where the veterans' opinions counted and the new guy either shut up or shipped out, and was inwardly pleased that despite the recent setbacks to Starfleet's modus operandi, things had returned to a slightly more egalitarian normalcy. Han's idea would have had merit had the Breen not also been after Starfleet technology in the last few years, not that the young Engineer would have access to any of that information.

T'Lari's idea had merit; most Starfleet Cadets who also studied other cultures or their history knew of Kor's last stand, where he and a crew of six volunteers turned the IKS Ning'tao about to distract and delay a fleet of ten Jem'Hadar Attack Ships. Though it was never revealed how many ships Kor destroyed or disabled before his demise, he had managed to prevent them catching the remainder of the Klingon forces withdrawing from the area. The issue was, the pulse stood a good chance of disabling the Philadelphia's own warp drive as well; if they needed to make a hasty retreat, they'd be stuck at sublight speeds as well. It was a great plan for a suicide rearguard, not a successful rescue operation.

I'd like to see my family again before the afterlife, thank you very much...

Ichika's comment was, Jenny decided, about right for the young woman; slightly deranged, not likely to work, but it was endearing that she was trying. Had they been on the Yeager, a ship thirty years out of date and in some cases held together with spot welds and prayer, it might have been believable. The Philadelphia, though an older design, was only four years out of the shipyard and aside from a few technical glitches here and there, was in perfect working order. It was a ruse the Cardassians would see through a light year away, and the Philadelphia would likely find herself flying into a disruptor barrage the moment she dropped from warp.

"Set up the graviton pulse. We'll keep it up our sleeve in case our friends don't follow our polite request."

Jenny was aware that Jensen was still on the Bridge, she glanced back up at him, about to ask what he was waiting for when he spoke.

"If we're aiming to look like an inspection party rather than a strike team, it might be prudent to have an engineer with us, for legitimacy's sake."

Jenny nodded slowly; it made sense. Though she'd prefer to send someone a little less wet behind the ears into a probably firefight, she was really out of options, and Han was the least experienced Engineer aboard; everyone else had been with the crew at least long enough to get used to her systems and her few minor quirks. In time, she'd settle in to the department and the role, but now she was needed elsewhere.

"Han, you've just been promoted to boarding party. Go with Commander Jensen, follow his orders to the letter and try and keep out of trouble."
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>>Transporter Room>>

==Enlisted Security Officer Newton Blackford, Human Male==


As he patiently waited his turn, Blackford could feel his annoyance growing in empathy for the Kzinti’s situation. For an Enlisted officer, speaking to a Captain was usually a “here’s your PADD ma’am” situation. But Blackford couldn’t help but think: Who in their right mind thought it would be funny to transport an officer onto a ship without any warning to either party?

“Science Midshipman Ktan Shadowhunt.” Blackford stated, hoping his mispronunciation didn’t cause too much offense. “Transported here without his consent. Sir.” The entire situation, boiled down to five words, amounted to a security risk that was well above his pay grade.

His boss and his boss’s boss hadn’t left the Bridge yet; Blackford could just about predict their reactions. d’Tor’an’s head snapped around to stare daggers at him, and he tried his best not to take it personally.

“Hu'tegh nuq jay' ?!” Not the most professional response, but at least Blackford knew the Klingon woman wasn’t mad at him.


* “What the f**k?!” in Klingonese



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After hearing the security officer say that the unknown entity was an officer transported without knowing where he was supposed to go, the Child of San Tarah was amused by the circumstances. Such things never happened in the Empire,

"jot. QIj'Hoch." Kal-Geal cautioned, "Knowledge comes to those who hunt it down. Gutting the messenger doesn't help."

However, the medic was eager as he processed the information that dealt with the running ship. In all likelyhood, it was a Q-ship they were chasing.

"I do remember in the Klingon academy, that Q-ships are popular for prisoner transports. We should expect military grade weapons and shields to go with their engines."

(Translation. 'Calm, everything should be explainable.')

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<< Transporter Room <<

When the turbolift doors finally opened, Officer Blackwell stepped out first.

Ktan lingered a moment. On a Kzinti ship, the presence of an unauthorized passenger, even an officer, would have been met with suspicion. If he couldn't prove that it was a malfunction that brought him here, he'd likely spend the rest of the mission in the brig. And even if he did, he was just as likely to find himself scrubbing waste disposal units as he was a place amongst the ship's science team. The Patriarchy established order. Anyone upsetting that order had to be dealt with, lest other should take advantage of their generosity.

But this was Starfleet.

Ktan stepped out onto the bridge, and prayed he wouldn't alarm anyone else the way he had alarmed Blackwell. The Kzinti stood a head taller than the average officer, built more like a security officer than a scientist - even if his size was considered modest by Kzinti standards. He'd also found his ceremonial hood, which was draped over his head and covered all but his ears, often put people at unease. A massive, shrouded figure stalking their way onto the bridge of a starship. It had spooked more than just Blackwell in the past.

Even so, Ktan walked tall and proud, his blue-accented Starfleet uniform unmistakable to those who bothered to look. He belonged here. He'd earned it. Even if this hadn't exactly been the crew he'd intended to join.

"Science Midshipman Ktan Shadowhunt," Blackford said, after leading Ktan near the center of the bridge. "Transported here without his consent. Sir."

Before Ktan could get a word in, a part-Klingon security officer looked harshly in their direction.

"Hu'tegh nuq jay' ?!" she shouted, looking as if she might just throttle the poor enlistedman then and there. Or maybe that was how she always looked. Klingons had emotional, forceful spirits. Perhaps this was just her way of expressing surprise.

"I apologize if my presence is. . . unwelcome," Ktan said, "I am just as baffled as you are by my arrival."

"jot. QIj'Hoch," another crewman, a canid wearing medical teal, chimed in. "Knowledge comes to those who hunt it down. Gutting the messenger doesn't help."

Ktan didn't recognize the species, but found it strange that the man spoke Klingonese. Then again, Starfleet was the most diverse fleet in the galaxy, save maybe the Borg, depending on how you counted. Ktan's own presence on the bridge as proof of that. Should he really be surprised by the myriad of intermingling species, languages, and cultures he encountered?

Before Ktan could speak further, the canid medic returned the apparent problem at hand on the bridge, something about a Klingon Q-ship. Ktan didn't quite know what was going on, but he chose to simply wait patiently for the captain's reception, whatever that might be.

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So her idea hadn’t been what they needed, that was okay, at least she had tried. That was the one thing her Halmoni had instilled in her growing up was to make sure that she at least tried. Nothing could be accomplished without effort and while she could have tried to come up with another plan, others were piping in with their plans, and that was good enough for Ju. It seemed a plan had been hatched and the boarding party was being assembled. Ju turned her attention to her station and began to go through the read outs again to make sure she wasn’t missing anything important.

She heard Jensen request an Engineer to go with him, but she had paid little mind. Surely, he would want the Chief, or the other new guy, because they would be more foreboding and probably better at it.

“Han,” the Captain said, “You’ve just been promoted-“

Again?! she thought.

“-to boarding party.” Oh, I guess that makes more sense. Ju signed off her console and stood up turning around. She and Jensen would likely get along fine anyway, they had been here when the mutiny happened, and she hadn’t been sure what to do with herself. As the Captain finished giving orders for her to follow Jensen’s orders to the letter and do what needed to be done she was clearly dismissed from his Bridge.

“Yes sir, thank you sir.” Her attention turned to Jensen and she gave a respectful nod. “Shall we, sir?” as she motioned to the Turbolift in a very ‘you first’ manner. If and when he moved with the others she would follow suit to the lift.

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Amaterasu Ichika stood at the threshold of her first mission with the Cardassians, a palpable mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. As the USS Philadelphia navigated the intricate dance of space exploration, Amaterasu couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.

Her heart swelled with pride and a touch of disbelief as she donned the new pip of an Ensign. Acting Chief Science Officer at such a young age was an honour she hadn't anticipated. She glanced at the pips on her collar, a visual reminder of the trust Captain Braggins had placed in her abilities or maybe it was to shut her up.

The presence of the Artemis crew only added another layer to her emotions. Meeting fellow Starfleet officers in the vastness of space, united by a common purpose, was both exhilarating and comforting. Among them, Amaterasu found kindred spirits, eager to explore and discover.

Alas the parting of the crews was bittersweet, and they had to leave the crew behind and that left an air of uneasiness to linger in the air.

The crew however where not short on drama a disagreement had broken out and the crew seemed to split up into two fractions and the Captain stole a ship the USS Yegar, somehow to Tera’s confusion the Captain came back and now is in charge again after the very talented first officer took charge when Braggins went all Queen of the pirates.

Before the dust could settle the Captain had disclosed to her crew that the Philly was to rescue the Artemis crew and to get the Callisto ship from the Cardies hands.

Yet, as excitement bubbled within her, concern gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. A close friend was about to embark on an away mission, and Amaterasu couldn't shake the worry that clung to her thoughts like a shadow. She discreetly cast a glance toward the turbolift, where her friend stood, ready for the unknown. Please be careful Ju.

Captain Braggins' request to develop the graviton pulse idea only added to the complexity of her emotions. The responsibility to contribute to the ship's strategic capabilities rested on her shoulders, a challenge she welcomed with determination, after the debacle on DS9 she wanted to show the Captain that she could be a trust worthy officer even with her quirks.

In quieter moments, Amaterasu found herself missing the familiar warmth of her parents' voices. The distance between the stars weighed heavily on her, and she longed for the connection that transcended light-years. A promise to herself lingered to reach out to them soon, to share her experiences and seek solace in the familiar. It was strange when she was on Earth all she could think about was Starfleet now that she was wearing the uniform and walking the walk she missed  her family the restaurant not so much.

As the Philadelphia's Acting Chief Science Officer, Amaterasu took her new role very seriously, the hum of activity around her a symphony of duty and purpose. Her fingers danced across the console, seamlessly executing her responsibilities. In the sea of starlight, she found a sense of belonging, a reminder that every beep and blip was a heartbeat of exploration, echoing the legacy of those who came before.

‘’On it Sir’’ she said as the Captain gave her the order to start the backup plan.

A gravimetric pulse is a manifestation of gravimetric energy which can have several effects depending on how it’s used and formatted.

Tera pondered on some information that she remembered from her Academy studies, the Tigans also used gravimetric pulses as weapons. Their gravimetric pulse weapon, fired at the Federation starship USS Enterprise-D, pushed the Enterprise in a gravimetric wave at high velocities across the galaxy. Ichika didn’t want that, so she had to think on a smaller and more reasonable scale. ‘’Computer can we use the deflector dish to send out a Pulse to disable the Cardassians ship?’’ she paused for a moment and looked at her console. ‘’Could you also please calculate the distance we need to be in order for the pulse to work?’’

Before the Computer could answer the lift had revealed someone new that accompanied Blackwell, from the looks of it the officer seemed to be wearing a science uniform which piped Ichika’s interest and to top off her surprise the young officer seemed to be another Cat person a Kzinti maybe? 

At least our CMO will have someone familiar to become friends with.

==Gm input would we be able to use the deflector dish to send out a pulse? Thank you==
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When given the go-ahead to take Han with him, Peter nodded. It was a good a choice as any, he supposed. He just hoped the Ensign would hold it together. That wasn't as such casting doubt on her abilities. One's first real high-stakes away mission was always a nerve-wracking affair. What mattered is that he showed her that he trusted her.

"Good", he said and attempted with all his might to sound actually pleased. Partly because he was, in fact, not entirely displeased. Who else? It'd have been irresponsible to send the Chief, and a random Crewman would not work at all. Han was not just capable, she was fitting.

"Let's go", he said to the party, as they headed for the door, then looked at Han: "Ensign, get whatever you'd need for an actual inspection, and get to Transporter Room 1 on the double", he instructed. "We want to make this look as authentic as we can", he said, holding off saying more about this until they were in the transporter room.

Then he headed for the weapons locker on the bridge, and took four standard hand phasers, keeping one for himself, and handing one to Brele and d'Tor'an each, aiming to keep one for Han as well. "You heard the Captain. Stun settings", he went on, before finishing as they reached the door "Make it heavy", and adjusting his own and Han's weapons

== Next post: Transporter room ==
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A short time later, Peter's voice was heard over Jenny's badge:

[Jensen to Bridge. We're ready to deploy on your command, Captain. Just give the word]
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"Set up the graviton pulse. We'll keep it up our sleeve in case our friends don't follow our polite request."

"Understood, Captain." T'Lari would need help from Science in that regard; it wasn't something that could be set up by Tactical. Before she could turn she heard the Science officer respond as well to the Captain, and then ask the computer a question.

"Computer can we use the deflector dish to send out a Pulse to disable the Cardassians ship? Could you also please calculate the distance we need to be in order for the pulse to work?’’

An excellent idea. Since the Klingons had needed to stop a group of Jem'Hadar ships they'd sent out a general pulse which had disrupted the warp fields of everything in the area. We only need to stop one ship. Perhaps they will see reason, although many Cardassians have no such inclination.

The Vulcan turned to the young Ensign, impressed, and tapped a few keys on her station. "Ensign, I'm sending you the information on the procedure that the Klingons used, in case we can't use the deflector dish as you requested," she said in the calm manner of her people. "Your idea would be far more efficient, though, if it works. Would you please set up the general graviton pulse as well?"

== Tag Amaterasu ==
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When Blackford deposited their new guest in front of Jenny, the young Captain found herself confronted with yet another felinoid crewmember. Briefly, and with a wry smirk that she quickly smothered, she guessed her crew probably had the highest humanoid to felinoid ratio in the fleet; Shadowhunt made six out of a crew of eighty, a percentage of 7.5%. That didn't include the Child of San-Tarah or the Antican aboard, who were closer to canid species. Shadowhunt stood, by her estimation, seven feet tall and clocked in at over two hundred and fifty pounds; if he was here to cause trouble, he'd tear through most of her crew like they were made of paper. Fortunately, that did not seem to be his intention.

"Science Midshipman K'tan Shadowhunt. Transported here without his consent. Sir."

Jenny nodded and waved Blackford away, quickly flipping up her console and calling up the Midshipman's service record. The computer found it rapidly; recently graduated from Starfleet Academy, temporarily assigned to Gamma-7 pending permanent assignment. Given his heritage and Starfleet's penchant for dumping undesirables in the ass-end of nowhere, that would likely end up his permanent assignment. 

"I apologize if my presence is. . . unwelcome, I am just as baffled as you are by my arrival."

Jenny considered the Kzinti for a moment, taking in his uniform with the blue piping, his Midshipman's pip, and the cowl he wore over his head. Intelligence coming out of The Patriarchy was spotty at best, but there had been growing rumours of religious sects springing up in response to the reproductive crisis that had caused the quick and bloody conquest of the Mirak species, and she vaguely remembered reading something about group that wore hoods. On the other hand, the fact the Midshipman was here, wearing that uniform, meant he was an outcast whether by choice or circumstance; perhaps the cowl indicated penance? Mourning?

"You'll have to forgive me for not giving you a formal welcome, but we're short on time and my Hero's Tongue is rather rusty. We'll go over the details of your arrival later, but right now I have need of your brain. Get with Lieutenant T'Lari at Tactical, she'll explain what she's working on and how you can help."

Turning around in her seat, Jenny regarded the newly-minded Ensign at Science. Would she resent having her duty ripped out from under her? Maybe, but Jenny hadn't actually assigned her that task; she'd taken it on her own initiative. Jenny needed the smartest people on the Bridge working on that pulse; aside from her, that meant T'Lari and Shadowhunt. It wasn't fair, but it was simple genetics.

"Ichika; I need you to start scanning for cloaked vessels or anyone who might be shadowing that freighter. Intelligence reports the Cardassians have a viable cloaking technology, let's make sure we're not walking into a trap."
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In response to Captain Braggins' directive, Amaterasu's eyes narrowed with a hint of annoyance. It stung that he had reassigned her from the critical task on the graviton pulse, a field where her expertise shone. A part of her resented that she didn't trust her judgment enough for such a crucial responsibility.

Suppressing the frustration bubbling within, Ichika took a deep breath. Gritting her teeth, she acknowledged the new order and shifted her focus to the scanning console. As her hands glided over the controls, a subtle tremor betrayed the turmoil beneath the composed facade.

Amaterasu couldn't shake the feeling that Captain Braggins had chosen a Midshipman over her for the more critical duty. It cut deep, and she wrestled to keep her emotions in check. The quiet fury fueled her determination as she delved into the scans, searching for any hint of cloaked vessels or potential threats.

While the task at hand demanded her attention, the weight of unspoken frustration lingered in the air around her. The starlight flickered on the console, reflecting the storm within Ichika as she navigated the scans with meticulous precision.

Tera contained her emotions and composed a professional smile from her person when she heard another voice address her so.

Ichika spun around and looked at the Vulcan at Tactical station. Ichika acknowledged with a nod, "Understood, Lieutenant T'Lari. The general graviton pulse is in progress. I will send the computers information to you now ." As Amaterasu transmitted the information to Lieutenant T'Lari, an unexpected internal struggle unfolded within her. Her usually steady hands hesitated, almost as if they yearned to retain the critical data, resisting the act of relinquishing control. It was a peculiar battle between duty and an unspoken sentiment, manifesting in the subtle tremor of her fingers.

With a determined exhale, Amaterasu fought against the fleeting desire to withhold the information. She pressed on, ensuring that the data flowed seamlessly to T'Lari's station. The electronic pulse of transmission echoed the internal conflict, a silent duel between professionalism and the undercurrent of frustration.

As the last packet of information was sent, Amaterasu sighed, a mix of relief and a sense of triumph washing over her. It felt like a personal victory, as if she had overcome an internal war with her own emotions. The turbulence beneath the surface was masked by a composed exterior, and the bridge carried on its orchestration of tasks, unaware of the quiet struggle that had transpired within one of its officers.

Tera was sure the Captain had said to set out the task at hand she didn't imagine it did she, or was her desire to prove herself causing her to interpret things differently was it fact or fiction?

Despite the underlying frustration from the earlier shift in tasks, Amaterasu maintained her composure, focusing on the efficient execution of the scans. The hum of the ship's systems and the subtle glows on the console served as a backdrop to the calculated precision with which she carried out her duties.

==Gm input did the scans pick up any information?==
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The captain of the Philadelphia eyed Ktan up and down as he waited for instruction, pulling up his service record in the meantime. What she would find would be a familiar story, one shared by other cadets who had come into the Federation when their home territories experienced political turmoil. Ktan had fled to Federation Space fearing religious and political persecution. He'd applied for and been granted asylum. He'd carved out a quiet life for himself on a familiar world, in his case, Cait. And, when his scientific aptitude had been noticed by a Starfleet recruiter, he'd been offered a chance to apply for the academy.

Ktan had met others on Earth with similar stories. Klingons, Cardassians, Gorn, even a Romulan or two. It was a more common story than most realized. It was Ktan's current circumstance that was decidedly more uncommon.

"You'll have to forgive me for not giving you a formal welcome," the captain finally said, "but we're short on time and my Hero's Tongue is rather rusty. We'll go over the details of your arrival later, but right now I have need of your brain. Get with Lieutenant T'Lari at Tactical, she'll explain what she's working on and how you can help."

Ktan tilted his head in curiosity. Bridge duty had not been the response he'd expected. But then again, Nova-classed starships were small and typically light on crew. Having an extra science officer aboard must have been quite a boon for her.

"Aye sir," Ktan finally said, giving the captain a slight bow and then making his way over to the tactical station, where a. . . Vulcan? ...  Romulan? ... woman stood waiting for him.

"Midshipman Shadowhunt, reporting, apparently, for duty," Ktan said quietly. "I'm at your service. What can you tell me about the situation we're in and the task at hand?"

== Tag T'Lari! ==
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"Understood, Lieutenant T'Lari. The general graviton pulse is in progress. I will send the computers information to you now ."

Ensign Ichika hesitated momentarily before forwarding the data to T'Lari's station. Did she imagine the frustration the Science officer was showing? Humans were so difficult to understand sometimes, but then she wasn't one to judge. Her own emotions were suppressed... until they weren't. The Captain's decision to take Ichika off of the task and assign her to scanning for cloaked ships may have... what was the human term? 'Ruffled her feathers?' T'Lari reminded herself to look up the meaning of that phrase later. It made no sense.

In any event, the Vulcan thanked Ichika as the new officer, a Kzinti, approached her station. She'd never met one before, and the stories hadn't done the size of his species justice... although she wondered if he was larger or smaller than the rest of his people. She'd overheard bits of the conversation regarding his unusual boarding of the Philadelphia, but hadn't been paying attention as she'd been focusing on her work. There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately.

"Midshipman Shadowhunt, reporting, apparently, for duty," the Kzinti said. "I'm at your service. What can you tell me about the situation we're in and the task at hand?"

"We are currently pursing a Cardassian vessel that may have Federation prisoners aboard," T'Lari said calmly, all business. "Though it appeared to be a freighter it accelerated to Warp 8, indicating that it is likely a military ship... although when it comes to Cardassia that is possibly a meaningless distinction. The Captain has requested a way to knock the ship out of warp so we can board. I suggested a general graviton pulse and Midshipman Ichika suggested one focused through our deflector dish." The Tactical officer indicated the data that Ichika had sent. "Would you please analyze this information and determine whether the deflector pulse is a viable option? Would you also compute the requirements for a more general pulse?" T'Lari vacated her station to allow the huge Kzinti access.

"And the Captain needs this information, as the humans say, 'yesterday.'"

== Tag Shadowhunt ==
== GM Input: What does the computer say about the viability of Ichika's plan? ==
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==T'Lari==

Ichika's plan, while clever, carried with it risks to the Philadelphia's Deflector; if there was any kind of power surge, there was potential for the dish to be severely damaged if not destroyed outright. Though the Philadelphia benefitted from having two, the smaller secondary array was not suited to high-speed flight, nor was it capable of generating the effect Ichika wanted.

==Ichika==

At this time, the Philadelphia could detect no signs of other ships in the immediate vicinity. A ship could be cloaked and running at low power settings to mask its emissions and act like a hole in space, but that would likely mean they couldn't see the Philadelphia, either.

==All==

The range was down to only a few million kilometers now; visual sensors could now pick out the vessel with decent resolution, the boxy yet needle-like design confirming the identity of the Cardassian ship as a Groumall-class freighter. 

The Philadelphia also received the distress call the freighter was now broadcasting on all known frequencies.

[This is the Cardassian Freighter Entera to anyone within range: we are under attack! Repeat, we are under attack!]
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The tension in Black's shoulders was beginning to ease as she simply concentrated on piloting the ship.

Behind her, she listened to the orders given to the other officers. Ichika her former charge, and T'Lari, he new junior in particular. Though the latter might soon become her senior the rate she seemed to be handling the situation.

Given the events of the last few hours, the second Commander Jensen left the bridge was the moment Black allowed herself that small respite.

Ahead of them on screen, the image of the target freighter was now visible, confirming it as what had been suspected, a Groumall Class vessel. Long, thing and oddly tall with a pincer like forward section and three little stubby fins at the rear, and as ever with Cardassian craft. Excitingly beige in colour.

Despite its acceleration to warp eight earlier, it was still inside Federation space, and it certainly couldn't out run the Philadelphia. The main forward sensors showed it was alone and without escort. But she knew that, especially after their last contact with the Cardassians in the Gamma quadrant, they did have access to cloaking technology.

The thing that did surprise her however was the incoming transmission that the freighter began broadcasting, filling every channel; [This is the Cardassian Freighter Entera to anyone within range: we are under attack! Repeat, we are under attack!]

Something felt suddenly very wrong. Why was it even on this side of the border? Why did it just speed up and not head back into it's own territory when they were likely first spotted heading toward them? Did they want to be caught? And now a distress call when Philadelphia's advanced scientific sensors suits couldn't detect any other contacts nearby?

“T'Lari, do me a favour. Scan that vessel with every sensor we've got. Light them up. Are there any, lifesigns aboard it? If so, do they look... Right, to you?”


== Tag T'Lari – I have a bad feeling about this... ==
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One of her people came onto the Bridge before she left, with the officer in question from the Transporter Room in tow. Blackford announced the Midshipman’s name, gave a brief overview of his situation, and did an expert job at acknowledging and ignoring Artie’s outburst at the incredibleness of it all. An officer transported without their consent, without their knowledge, without the consent or knowledge of anyone on the Base, or anyone on the ship? Art didn’t have a bat’leth on this ship, but she would borrow one from one of her brothers, because she was going to make sure that heads would roll for this.

The furred officer, the one whose species had been conquered by the Klingon Empire, replied to her in Klingonese, presumably for familiarity’s sake, or perhaps to try and put her at ease. Art largely ignored his words, not just because he was a Child of San-Tarah, not just because he wasn’t Security, but because his rank was basically null, and there was no need for his opinion to be heard on the Bridge, in Art’s opinion.

The Captain assigned one more person to their Away Team, and Jensen told the party “Let’s go.” When the First Officer said hop, you hopped to it. Especially since the First Officer had been Art’s Security Chief not too terribly long ago. As they armed themselves, Jensen reminded them to put phasers on stun… heavy stun. Double-failed mutiny or not, he wasn’t stupid.

It was time to go; the Bridge crew would have to deal with their intruder-turned-unintended-guest. No doubt Braggins would put the Science Officer to work - this was definitely a time in which there would be something for everybody to do.


>>Away I go, to another thread to play catch-up!>>
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It was from the tactical lieutenant, who despite all appearances certainly sounded Vulcan, that Ktan finally got an explanation for the Philadelphia's mission.

"We are currently pursuing a Cardassian vessel that may have Federation prisoners aboard," the lieutenant said. "Though it appeared to be a freighter, it accelerated to Warp 8, indicating that it is likely a military ship... although when it comes to Cardassia that is possibly a meaningless distinction."

Ktan grunted his agreement. He hadn't had much dealings with the Cardassians, having spent most of his life either living on Kzin or drifting through Federation Space as a refugee. That didn't stop the stories from coming his way. The Dominion War was not so long ago that there wasn't still a certain. . . stigma on the entire Cardassian Union.

"The Captain has requested a way to knock the ship out of warp so we can board," the lieutenant continued. "I suggested a general graviton pulse and Midshipman Ichika suggested one focused through our deflector dish. Would you please analyze this information and determine whether the deflector pulse is a viable option? Would you also compute the requirements for a more general pulse? And the Captain needs this information, as the humans say, 'yesterday.'"

The explanation given, the lieutenant stepped aside, but as Ktan placed his fingers on the console, he paused.

Remember this, he thought.

This would be his first official act as a Starfleet officer. He needed to remember this moment, these people, this mission, and his place in it. It was not by mere chance that he had found himself on this bridge and with this crew. The gods did not make mistakes. This was to be the very first act on the new path they had laid out for him. He would remember it.

"Aye," Ktan finally said, then he let his fingers get to work.

It became apparent, as he worked his way through the data, that Ichika's plan carried significant risk. Any kind of power surge or fluctuation could destabilize the focused beam. If that happened, the deflector dish would be severely damaged or destroyed. For the sake of thoroughness, Ktan also ran the same scenarios on the secondary deflector, but it had insufficient capability to do what Ichika wanted. They had to go with the generalized pulse or risk disaster.

As the Kzinti prepared his conclusions, the Cardassian ship finally entered visual range.

It was, to all appearances, truly a Cardassian freighter. The academy had drilled starship configurations for all the major powers into its cadets over and over again, and this one fit the bill. What did not fit the bill, however, was the message the freighter began broadcasting on all open channels.

[This is the Cardassian Freighter Entera to anyone within range: we are under attack! Repeat, we are under attack!]

Ktan growled, and several other crewman exchanged gasps and looks of surprise. The sensors did not indicate other ships or any signs of combat around the freighter. If they were under attack, the conflict was being masked, shielded, or cloaked. Either that, or they had been surreptitiously boarded.

Or. . . Ktan thought, they're lying, anticipating some action from the Philadelphia and trying to create a cover story.

"T'Lari," another tactical officer called to Ktan's Vulcan companion, "Do me a favor. Scan that vessel with every sensor we've got. Light them up. Are there any, lifesigns aboard it? If so, do they look... Right, to you?"

As T'Lari gave her response, Ktan finally decided to chime in with his results.

"Captain," he said. "I believe Lieutenant's T'Lari's plan may serve two purposes for us, given the distress call we've all just heard. A generalized graviton pulse would be the safest option for knocking the Cardassians out of warp without damaging them or ourselves. And, if the distress call isn't just some ruse, a generalized pulse may also give us a hint to the whereabouts of any concealed ships out there. We can track the movement of the gravitons and attempt to detect any unexpected variance in their path. There's no guarantee, but we may. . . what is the phrase. . . knock out two birds with one stone?"

== Tag: El Capitan ==
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“T'Lari, do me a favour. Scan that vessel with every sensor we've got. Light them up. Are there any, lifesigns aboard it? If so, do they look... Right, to you?”

"Yes, Lieutenant, I'll scan them immediately," T'Lari responded. The next station was empty for the moment so she stepped over to it and keyed in the command to give sensor access. Once again she was impressed by the sophistication of the ship's systems compared to her first posting, the USS Nile, and especially compared to the antiquated Yeager. Within seconds the station had responded with a standard configuration. Assuming the Philadelphia survived and T'Lari wasn't court-martialed for her willing participation in the theft of the Yeager she decided she might be quite content on this starship.

She engaged the full active scanners, looking for life signs as well as details. Since there was no point in hiding anymore she also ran through a quick series to try and find out details on enemy ship systems, weapons, as well as anything else she could provide to Lieutenant Black and Captain Braggins.

In the meantime, Shadowhunt completed his work and reported to the Captain. The dish could be used, but not without significant risk. The general pulse would be their best option if it came to it. Of course, there was always the more direct approach; knock out the Cardassian ship's engines and punch a hole in its shields. She was prepared to do so if the Captain gave the word.

== GM Input please: What does the full sensor scan show? Life signs and their composition are T'Lari's first priority, but any other useful information would be good too. And though it's not her specialty, would it be possible to jam the Cardassian ships transmissions? ==
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==Black==

With the safeguards removed and the interlocks now allowing Matter and Antimatter to flow at their maximum rate, the velocity indicators began to creep up past 9.2, 9.3, 9.4...

The ship began to vibrate and wobble as she passed her test velocity, and alerts flashed on the Engineering and Helm consoles; temperatures in the Core and Nacelles were rising towards the re-line, the increase in fuel consumption would greatly reduce their operational range, and shear on the nacelle pylons was increasing beyond safe levels.

The velocity kept on climbing. Warp 9.5, 9.6...

==T'Lari==

It was still difficult to determine individual life signs on the Cardassian freighter; many of its cargo sections were radiation shielded. The computer did confirm, however, that of the roughly three-dozen life-signs, at least half were Federation member-species.
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