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  1. Revolutionaries capture fourth largest Inoxan city
    By Reza Kardgar
    Stardate 239205.09

    Posted ImageINOX SYSTEM — Mashana, the fourth largest city on Inox, has fallen to anti-government forces, and Inoxan Chancellor Koaw Tassin has declared a state of emergency.

    After weeks of demonstrations and unrest following the acquittal of a high-ranking government official accused of corruption, protesters have begun a violent—and effective—campaign for revolution against the Inoxan government.

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    Having captured large swaths of territory and numerous smaller villages, rebels claimed their latest victory last week over security forces in the northern industrial city of Mashana, where they ripped the flag of the Inoxan government from the city's Central Square before setting it ablaze.

    Path to Victory
    The rebellion, led by Beja Nyuanin, a former professor at Grand Karra University, has been particularly adept because of a heavy presence of ex-security forces among its ranks, and some observers have suggested that parts of the Inoxan military may be actively behind the rebellion, using Nyuanin and his protesters as a cover for a coup d'état.

    "Even with the outdated equipment of the Inoxan security forces, there's no way the rebels have been able to be this successful without help from the military itself," said Dr. Keahvon of the Cerberus Group, a San Francisco think tank. "The question now is who's really in charge of this rebellion. Is Nyuanin just a puppet?"

    However, other analysts point to Nyuanin's success at winning the support of the local population to join the fight of the revolutionaries. For instance, a majority of Mashana's own police department turned against the Inoxan government security forces to assist the rebels in capturing the city.

    "Some may say that reflects the unprofessionalism of the police and security forces, but it really points instead to the anger that runs deep within the population at all levels," said Elise Roberts, a senior foreign affairs analyst at the Citizen’s Post.

    Hearts and Minds
    Questions of his power aside, Nyuanin has remained vocal throughout the campaign, giving passionate addresses in the public squares of each city captured so far that have drawn thousands to stand up and cheer for what they see as the first real chance at toppling the current and unpopular Inoxan government, which has remained in power for the past fifty years, mostly because of Federation support which began as an extension of the competing interests of the Federation and Cardassians in the 2340s.

    "Make no mistake," declared Nyuanin in a speech in Mashana's Central Square last week. "We are not going anywhere, Chancellor Tassin! You can try to run to your Federation masters, but you will be hunted down and punished for your crimes against the Inoxan people!"

    The adoring crowd applauded as effigies of the chancellor as well as Federation President Bacco were burned. With the ongoing Federation Transport Union strike having effectively cut off Inox from its largest trading partner, rampant unemployment has left millions vocal and angry.

    "We just want a better life," said Mashana resident and schoolteacher Janisa Kem, who was among those in attendance at Nyuanin's speech. "Doesn't the government understand that? Doesn't the Federation? Leave us alone!"

    Members from both the Federation Council and Cardassian Detapa Council have expressed their concerns about the violence on Inox. The nearest major power to Inox, the Tholian Assembly, has remained silent on the issue, although there are rumors that the xenophobic species is growing wary of the unrest at its doorstep. As anti-Federation sentiment continues to fester, the Federation Diplomatic Corps has reaffirmed in its latest travel advisories that Federation citizens currently on Inox should exercise extreme caution and seek departure while all others should avoid nonessential travel to the planet.


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  2. Pirates cart away artifacts before damaging ancient Nygel II site

    By Rachel Sullivan

    Stardate 239205.05

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    NYGEL II — An unknown ship, believed to be operated by pirates, transported away artifacts from Site 02 on Nygel II and damaged irreplaceable remains of ancient Iconian culture.

    One scientist discovered humanoid figures in encounter suits picking up tablets and carrying them away by transporters. Phaser fire from the ground and the unidentified ship destroyed most of the remaining artifacts on the site.

    “We don't know who they are or what they intend to do with the artifacts they took,” said Dr. Irina Bokava, chief researcher for the Nygel II Scientific Outpost 1. “All of this is appalling and a tragic act of destruction.”

    Investigators are studying sensor imagery of the damage and records of the attack to try and determine who is responsible. It is currently too dangerous to approach the site with the structures now showing signs of being unstable.


    This news article was written by the writer for Lt. Raissa Moonsong. Submit your own news stories to the FNS!

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  3. Federation President to attend launch of bold venture in interstellar diplomacy

    Stardate 239205.04

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    MENTHAR CORRIDOR — Federation President Nan Bacco is among the dignitaries scheduled to attend the launch of Astrofori One, a new space station designed to serve as a forum for interstellar affairs.

    Hailed as one of the greatest cooperative efforts since the Federation/Klingon/Romulan Alliance during the Dominion War, the Astrofori One Project echoes the even earlier historic achievement that was the founding of the Coalition of Planets that led to the United Federation of Planets itself in the 22nd century.

    “If this works, President Bacco has secured her legacy,” said Professor Emil Arbelaez, chairman of political science at Pike City University on Cestus III. “For the first time in recent interstellar history, there will be one neutral location for different powers to come together to discuss their affairs, everything from trade to defense.”

    The Astrofori One Project includes representatives from many well-established Alpha and Beta Quadrant powers such as the Cardassian Union and the Klingon Empire, but the four major stakeholders spearheading the project are the Federation, the Romulan Star Empire, the Breen Confederacy, and the Kubarey Confederation. In addition to President Bacco, the Romulan Praetor is expected to attend the opening ceremony of the station.

    While many are celebrating the completion of the station’s construction as just the first achievement in an optimistic new direction of interstellar diplomacy, others are more guarded.

    “There are a lot of competing voices involved,” notes Che’tai Jora, retired Federation Ambassador to the Tzenkethi Coalition. “Designing and building a space station is one thing. Operating and then hosting regular assemblies aboard it is entirely another. There are vast historical and cultural differences—boundaries even—between these powers and species that should not be underestimated. Opening dialogue is always good, but it must come from a place of mutual respect.”

    Perhaps in an effort to soften those boundaries, both the main and the various minor powers also holding a presence on the station are hosting celebrations and galas for visiting dignitaries in the weeks leading up to the grand opening. Among the first Federation starships to arrive is the USS Garuda. The crew had been enjoying shoreleave at the nearby Deep Space 10 station when they were ordered to report to Astrofori One.

    The Garuda‘s commanding officer Cassandra Egan Manno was promoted to Fleet Captain and will serve now as Region and Mission Commander for Starfleet in the Menthar Corridor and will be based from Astrofori One. Captain Aron Kells has been named her successor as commanding officer of the Garuda.


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  4. Speaking of dirty, I almost thought you were going to have Raissa passionately kiss the Voice for the transfer given the mention of the Voice's "working lips" and all. Instead...

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    (Ensign King later went to write in his diary.)

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  5. Rahman: The main point, as you mentioned earlier chief, is to see if you can pick up any tidbits--overhear anything perhaps--that might not be so easily discovered when wearing one's uniform.

    Dunross::Sarcastically:: Im better at just about everything when out of uniform.

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  6. :: There'd been a minute or so of awkward silence in the turbolift. After Egan Manno's insistence that they use her personal transporter to get back to the Garuda--as if she'd wanted to give them the 24th century equivalent of a kick in the pants to get back to the ship immediately to start working, the two officers stood next to one another, both staring ahead blankly with flat expressions as the sounds of deck indicators chimed on the turbolift's ascent. ::

    Too bad you can't quote awkward silences...

    ...or CAN YOU?



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  7. DeVeau: Have you two sat down and talked about it?

    Moonsong: ::she shook her head.:: I.. tried when I told him… He just got that look on his face of total confusion.

    Every guy on the Garuda just looked up and said, "Wait, are you talking about me?"

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  8. ((Peppalexan Jungle, somewhere in the distant past))


    ::Two more weeks had passed since Ki Shandres and Tristam Core had joined him in temporal exile, two weeks during which any hope of rescue had long since departed. They were lost in the past. Exactly, how far into the past, they couldn’t know. None of them had the kind of equipment that could reckon such things. Regardless, no one was coming for them.::


    ::Saveron’s medical tricorder at least allowed them to identify which of the local life forms were safe to eat, and once they had identified sufficient of the plant life to provide a balanced diet, he again eschewed meat. Shandres on the other hand seemed to find some relief or distraction in the mental and physical exertion of hunting down the local wildlife.::


    ::And Core... wasn’t coping. At all. Saveron had tried to speak with the man, but the Vulcan was no Counsellor; neither was the erstwhile Intelligence Officer. Core was a trained Engineer, and the only Starfleet technology here was that which they had brought with them. They each brought their equipment to the man to fix, but it was only a sop and Saveron didn’t doubt that Tristam knew it. The Vulcan could only hope that in time the man would come out of his funk and realise that basic engineering principles could still be applied to their present situation to greatly increase their comfort and chances of survival. In the meantime he examined the local plant life for medicinal properties conserved their first aid supplies as best they could; he foraged for food, meditated and kept watch when the others required sleep, sleeping briefly when they woke. They all needed to watch out for each other if they were to survive on this strange world. ::


    ::None of which changed the fact that they were stranded thousands of years before they were born.::


    ::A major concern in their situation was food; that morning Saveron set off in one direction to search for edible plants and new plant samples to analyse; Shandres set off in another, spear in hand, looking for something to hunt. Core they left, fiddling with his tricorder again.::


    ::The Vulcan was digging industriously at a patch of plants with broad leaves and large tubers which his tricorder assured him contained nothing toxic to Rodulans, Betazoids or Vulcans, when something he had never expected to happen again happened; his comm. badge chirped.::


    ::Grey gaze scanned the surrounding jungle as he automatically tapped his badge; nothing happened but then he had not really expected it to. Had Core rigged up some sort of relay system, or had their lost hope actually come true? He looked up and around, listening carefully, but he heard nothing. He was quite some distance from their cave. Collecting the tubers that he had already unearthed, Saveron turned and headed back the way he had come, determined to get to the bottom of the chirping comm. badge.::


    ::He hadn’t gone far when he felt a familiar shift, a familiar pull, that he never expected to feel again; a transporter lock. How they had managed it, this far back in time, he couldn’t begin to guess. Perhaps, of all of them, Tristam might know; but Core was back at the cave. Dropping his digging stick and tubers to reduce the number of patterns the transporter had to lock on to, he could only hope that the battery and signal from his comm. badge were strong enough to create that lock.::


    ::But they weren’t. The lock didn’t engage. He could feel the pull of the transporter, see the occaisional blue sparkle as the field tried to form, but they were far in the distant past, and it was no doubt some piece of Engineering genius that had even allowed the signal to get this far. Perhaps it was too far. He realised that hope had been illogical as the field failed, the pull faded. That which they had known was still true.::


    ::He was about to bend and retrieve his tools and food when a sharp whine in the air heralded the sudden, sharp pull of the transporter, a field so strong it hurt, far more powerful than standard regulations permitted. Somehow they had boosted the power. As the whine intensified and the blue sparkles obscured his vision, it felt as though he were being pulled apart. The draw of the transporter field encompassed all his senses and thoughts, more drawn out and strained than any normal transport. For a moment it seemed to encompass his entire existence....::


    ::...until, several lifetimes later, the field faded, a past few sparkles lingering, as the humid jungle was replaced by the warm tones of a Galaxy class’s Transporter Room. Familiar faces registered in his peripheral vision as the Vulcan bent double, hands on his knees, drawing in a deep breath as every cell in his body seemed to settle back together again after a moment of existential uncertainty longer than the age of the universe. ::


    ::...until several lifetimes later, the field faded again, the moment gone, the jungle of ancient Peppalexa still lush and blue-green about him. He took a deep breath and waited, but the pull did not come again. A last ditch effort, and it had failed. They were stuck here after all. The truth had never been any different.::


    ::Familiar voices, familiar faces. He straightened up and there was Commander Rahman at the helm of the rescue efforts with the Engineering team, and about him Core and Shandres, as emergency medical staff rushed into the transporter room. Indicating that he needed no immediate aid, Saveron made his way carefully from the transporter pad, and turned to find the paramedics lifting Shandres who looked decidedly ill, a bleeding bite on his leg.::


    ::Bending to pick up his stick and tubers, Saveron bid a final, silent goodbye to his friends and the life he had known, and made his way back to the cave. Core was there, and with the strangest news. His Away Team, those who had met with the Seperatists, had been here, had come to rescue them. The transport had begun, but whilst it had locked onto the Away Team, it had failed to make a lock on those who had been stranded. Perhaps their patterns were too temporally distorted?::


    ::Walking with the retrieval team, Saveron helped monitor Shandres’ condition on the anti-grav stretcher, ignoring his own dishevelled and scratched up state as he applied a compression bandage to man’s affected leg. He couldn’t even begin to guess what had bitten Ki, but he swabbed the bite site, collecting the venom for analysis.::


    ::Shandres wasn’t at the cave. After a brief discussion, Saveron and Core set out to look for him. He’d set off in a westerly direction and his trail wasn’t too hard to follow. If the man was lucky the transporter would have locked onto the third member of their party, and all they would find would be his lastest kill; if he was unlucky then he was still stuck with the rest of them.::


    ::Once in Sickbay they were able to get Shandres hooked up to IV fluids and, as the paralysis progressed, Saveron initiated holographic respiration assistance, keeping the man’s blood oxygenated whilst the venom analysis ran. The instant the analysis was through he ran the antidote algorithm and a few minutes later a very precious vial emerged from the medical replicator.::


    ::Shandres was already dead when they found him, and whether that made him lucky or unlucky was something that Saveron would meditate on, for a great many years. Stretched out on the ground his form was far more rigid than mere rigor mortis should have made it; the toxin contained some sort of paralytic agent. At least the end would have been relatively swift. Saveron carried Shandres silently back to the cave, listening vaguely as Core spoke rapidly and largely non-sensically about the engineering behind biobed scanners.::


    ::Applying the hypospray to Ki’s neck, Saveron watched alternately his patient and the screen with the output from the bioarch as the Betazoid’s oxygenation levels began slowly to rise, his LDH level to stabilise and his raised liver enzymes began to fall. His face took on a healthier, less grey tinge. Recovery would be slow but steady; given a few days Shandres would be as good as new.::


    ::They buried Shandres at the back of the cave, with his uniform and comm. badge and what ceremony they felt was appropriate.::


    Saveron: May your katra, freed of physical bonds, find its way home.


    ::With Shandres’s health stabilising, Saveron turned the man’s care over to the nursing staff, settling himself into a chair nearby. His intention was to update the man’s files but, most uncharacteristically for the Vulcan, he fell asleep in the chair. One of the nursing staff surrepticiously scanned him with a medical tricorder and, finding nothing amiss save marked fatigue, pulled a blanket over his lanky form and left him there.::


    END


    Lt. Cmdr Saveron

    Xenobiologist

    USS Garuda

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  9. ((Palace of Her Majesty Virah-Latyi, Myla-Rothra City, 15,000 years ago))


    :: As Ryan continued to recite, Chythar was trying hard to stay relaxed. He was remembering to breathe slowly. As he inhaled, he tensed and held his muscles which he released upon exhale. oO This is a really bad idea.... Oo ::


    ::The room began to grow quiet.::


    King: If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, ::pause::


    ::With a wave of her flaps the Queen moved in toward Ryan, inching closer a look of impatient anger in her face as the level of her voice began to raise. Closing the distance surprisingly quick, her sinewy neck lowered until it sat squarely in line with his.::


    King: oO She’s going to eat me. Oo ::softly:: Where's the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked?


    King: (If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,) ::pause::


    Tura-Fe: ( I think you've made your point, Human King. )


    ::Tru-Dar-Orr nodded his agreement. Clicking in his water voice, he turned to Tura-Fe.::


    Tru-Dar-Orr: ::water voice:: ( On that we can agree. )


    King: ...Davenport, turn the UT back on…


    Virah-Latyi: Interesting. What was that he spoke?


    :: It was actually a tongue twister, but tongue twisters were harder to describe than poetry. Surely a civilization like theirs must have some sort of a bardic aspect to it, so CD tried to explain with a bit of an exaggeration. ::


    Skyfire: He just recited a poem in our native tongue. Which sounded presumably like nonsense to you. Much as your words first sounded to us.


    Male Peppalexan: I don’t believe this trickster for a second…


    King: ::Bowing:: I speak the truth your Majesty. ::Leaning his head back, Ryan snapped his neck around in an attempt to shake out his mane of long hair, emulating the neck flaps of the Peppalexans.:: Who are you that would question my integrity?


    ::The tall Peppalexan moved from the dais where the throne sat slowly, taking a moment to size up the young Ensign, he replied icily.


    Tru-Dar-Orr: I am Tru-Dar-Orr, First Minister to Her Majesty. And you, my foul smelling trickster are a liar.


    :: The queen seemed to shoot a displeased glance toward her first minister, though exactly what the emotion was Chythar had no idea. ::


    Skyfire: Since our weapons demonstration failed, he felt it necessary to demonstrate our technology in another way. Our current communication seemed like a prime example. If there is to be any blame for Mr. King's actions, I accept full responsibility.


    Tru-Dar-Orr: Weapons, you say? You bring weapons with you? :: as he turned to Virah-Latyi :: Your Majesty, it would appear that these. Outsiders come with ill intent.


    :: The conversation seemed like it was getting worse. Given the events of the last four hours, Chythar was starting to doubt that he would get out of this alive. Especially after Ryan pulled his little stunt with the tricorder. ::


    (( Flashback -- moments earlier ))


    ::As a spear was placed on the ground and the guard backed away, CD locked gaze with the ensign.::


    Skyfire: Go ahead, Mr. King. Lowest setting you can.


    :: Ryan frowned as he moved forward, hands raised to grab the device from the guard. Raising the phaser to eye-level, and there was a dull beep. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The battery was dead. He pressed the button on the phaser as the room filled with the sound of gasps.::


    King: ::to Skyfire.:: Dead battery, thankfully.


    :: CD's eyes narrowed slightly at Ryan, but didn't go into the man's head. The look that was conveyed spoke volumes: 'Do not lie to me.' His gaze shifted back to the surrounding crowd and forced himself to relax. ::


    ::The noise in the chamber began to die down as they realized nothing had happened. And then the noise levels reached new heights. ‘Liars. Tricksters. Do not believe them!’::


    :: CD's eyes narrowed slightly at Ryan, but didn't go into the man's head. The look that was conveyed spoke volumes: 'Do not lie to me.' His gaze shifted back to the surrounding crowd and forced himself to relax. ::


    ::The noise in the chamber began to die down as they realized nothing had happened. And then the noise levels reached new heights. ‘Liars. Tricksters. Do not believe them!’::


    King: If you would allow us to prove ourselves in a different way? We can communicate through the most excellent device my colleague ::motioning to Davenport:: holds in his hand. But what about when we turn that off?


    Skyfire: :: under his breath :: Please don't do anything stupid...


    ::Virah watched as they fiddled with something upon the items that bedecked their bodies.::


    Virah-Latyi: What is that device?


    ::To her there was no answer, rather the man who had attempted to win her favour with compliments spoke to his companions before to her, and when he finally did, his words were no longer comprehensible.::


    King: ::to Skyfire and Davenport:: (This should be fun.)


    (( End Flashback ))


    :: The one Chythar barely recognized as Tura-Fe , a creature of historical artifacts and finds. Much like their own Ian Dunross aboard the Garuda, this XY chromosome being was a man of science. ::


    Tura-Fe: Your Majesty, if I may?


    Virah-Latyi: You have my leave, Tura-Fe.


    Tura-Fe: I urge you to consider their words. I have examined the relics my entire career. The ones they bring now... it is unmistakably of the same origin.


    :: Chythar's hearing must have been affected by the knock on the head. Relics? What relics...? ::


    Skyfire: oO We weren't here before! Oo


    :: The First Minister seemed agitated. His tail and neck fins shifting to a fiery shade of purple. ::


    Virah-Latyi: Your relics?


    Tura-Fe: Please, just have a look at-


    ::The captain of the guard clicked his tongue.::


    Je-San: That's enough, Tura-Fe.


    Tura-Fe: No, it's not enough. These creatures are perhaps the greatest discovery in the history of our Kingdom.


    :: Pandemonium erupted. The entire audience chamber seemed up in arms about the status of Skyfire's team being considered a discovery. CD thought it was strange. Then, there were alarms that echoed throughout the chamber. ::


    Soldier: Captain! ::to Virah-Latyi:: Your Majesty!


    Je-San: ::annoyed:: What is it?


    Soldier: Fire falls from the sky!


    Skyfire: oO Sky...fire....? Oo


    :: Tru-Dar-Orr’s mouth curled again. He turned his neck to look to the southeast as a large fireball descended toward the city below, a menacing black trail of smoke in its wake. Pandemonium broke out for a brief moment as those in the audience chamber began to panic.::


    Je-San: Protect the Queen at once!


    :: She was surrounded by guards no more than two seconds after he gave the order. ::


    Tru-Dar-Orr: ::His voice booming:: Silence in the Chamber of Her Majesty! ::Turning to Je-San:: Do your job, get the Queen to the protected rooms under the Palace!


    Virah-Latyi: Wait…


    ::The large ball of fire come to rest just outside the city's walls, far off in the distance. The ground shook beneath them, throwing courtiers, tapestries and plush pillows throughout the Chamber.::


    ::Je-San turned back to the creatures, seething with anger.::


    Je-San: Are you responsible for this?


    oO Think fast, CD. Think fast. Oo


    Skyfire : No, we are not.


    Tru-Dar-Orr: Of course they are! They have rained fire down from the sky. Tricked us with their “weapons.” A true predator lays in wait for the moment to strike when least expected. Distractions. Tricks. ::pointing a taloned hand at Skyfire:: We are tired of your lies.


    Skyfire : On my life, I am telling you the truth: we are not responsible for this. I suspect the same phenomenon that sent us here is the one that brought down this oO Think fast. Use a word. Oo fireball.


    King: First Minister, our leader speaks the truth. We have not done, nor is it in our people’s nature to rain fire down from the sky. ::nodding to Skyfire.:: Though the unfortunate naming coincidence isn’t lost on me.


    ::Shouts erupted from the Chamber as the assembled Peppalexan’s fear and anger grew.::


    Soldier: Your Majesty! It has landed on the outskirts of the city. It is some kind of sea-faring vessel from the sky!


    Tru-Dar-Orr: An invasion force perhaps? Your Majesty, we must ride out to meet them in battle before it is too late! ...And we should bring these ::motioning to King, Davenport and Skyfire:: things to witness the destruction of their allies. ...And to pay for their deceit.


    Davenport: ::raising his hand:: Excuse me, but doesn’t that seem like a bit of an overreaction?


    :: Skyfire just stood there in silence, trying to come up with a response. He was spared from having to come up with one once the queen spoke again. ::


    Virah-Latyi: Silence. Tru-Dar-Orr, reassure the people that all is under control. Jen-San, take some soldiers and assess the damage.


    Tru-Dar-Orr: Of course, ::Bowing in formal supplication, his flaps prostrated.:: your Majesty.


    Davenport: And what are you to do with us?


    :: He nodded his thanks now that the ministir and guard captain were given something else to do. Otherwise he kept his silence, for dead docs weren't much fun or use to anyone. And he quite liked living, thank you very much. ::


    Virah-Latyi: Our *guests* are to remain with me. Tura-Fe, you also. You mentioned some relics, let us see them now.


    :: There was a long pause of what seemed to be hesitation from the historian, who seemed almost reluctant to obey. Chythar thought to himself oO Well, what are you waiting for? Oo as he glanced at Tura-Fe, but said nothing. ::


    Virah-Latyi: I believe I commanded you to do my bidding.


    :: Those who had been given other things to do took their leave, and the guards formed what Chythar thought was a kill circle around the primary, waiting to kill anyone who threatened her life. Despite how much training he was given in the art of combat, he didn't like it. ::


    Virah-Latyi: Tura-Fe, lead.


    ::She paused, then added.::


    Virah-Latyi: Skyfire...walk with me.


    :: The guards did allow him access into their little circle with a bit of reluctance. CD's mind started to scream oO TRAP! Oo and he quickly clamped down on that in order to maintain his exterior calm. He allowed the neutrality to come into his voice with a practiced ease. ::


    Skyfire: Of course, your majesty.


    ::As Tura-Fe led the small procession, Virah held back a bit to converse with man who, despite the attempts by one of the others, seemed to be the leader.::


    Virah-Latyi: Tell me truthfully, is this of your doing?


    :: The million credit question. Was the Garuda capable of creating these anomalous rifts they seem to have fallen through? No. Was it his fault that they they transported into a subspace fracture? No. Meaning it was an external influence that caused this to happen. And he was blameless. ::


    Skyfire: On my life, I swear it is not so.


    ::She cast a sidelong glance at him.::


    Virah-Latyi: I believe you.


    :: He looked visibly relieved. All that tension he'd been holding since Ryan's stunt with the tricorder seemed to vanish away, thus making him relax. He wanted to hug his puppy. And wanted to get the hell out of here. In one piece. ::


    Skyfire: I am glad to hear it. :: He paused, and attempted to read her features as his forehead creased in worry. :: You seem concerned, Your Majesty. Care to discuss it?


    Virah-Latyi: I have had these dreams. I used to have them long ago, but they faded and with them my memory of them. When I was told of your coming, however, they returned and they have done so every night until I finally realized I must see you.


    :: He was interested, and though not a psychologist, he knew the power of dreams. Or rather, he had some basic idea because of the fact it was a required medical class. Many Terran figures were psychologists and thought up amazing things about REM sleep. ::


    Skyfire: Me, specifically? You have my attention, Your Majesty.


    Virah-Latyi: There was a woman who seemed to be of the same species as you, even about your height. She had long, dark hair. It...waved, like the water does and her eyes were as green as my gills.


    :: He thought about that long and hard, and was silent for a few seconds as he tried to think which of the crew, specifically which of his patients, matched that description. His brows arched for only a moment in surprise as he attempted to figure out who she meant. ::


    Skyfire: What was her name?


    Virah-Latyi: Name...her name was…


    ::She paused there as she tried to recall.::


    Virah-Latyi: I believe it was...Al-Or-Uh.


    :: Another second passed before his eyes widened. He wasn't the only one being transported through time -- she'd met Alora DeVeau. Oh man. He had to wake up from this hellish nightmare, soon. And then get checked out by the shrink to see if he was crazy. Again. ::


    Skyfire: Alora....You met one of my crew mates.


    Virah-Latyi: Did I? Are you certain?


    Skyfire: I can't be sure until I see... :: He paused, swallowing his fear. :: ...the relics.


    Tura-Fe: ::looking back:: Your Majesty...


    Virah-Latyi: Ah, we have arrived. Perhaps you will have an answer awaiting you inside.


    :: As they arrived at the great circular antechamber where all the "relics" had been placed, there was a giant rectangular table in the center with various items. All metallic. Gleaming like they were shiny new, or maybe slightly corroded. Things that Chythar recognized immediately: a tricorder, a type II phaser. a box of tools...? oO That looks like an engineering kit... Carter? Oo He continued staring at the objects for a moment longer before his attention was retrieved once more. ::


    Davenport: :: Whispering:: There’s something off about this place…


    King: ::quietly:: Ummmmm…


    :: He walked over to another set of tables, numbering three. This time, each one looked more like a stone slab which almost reminded him of the layout of an autopsy theater. oO Suppress that thought, doc. Just do your job. Oo He realized also that the personal effects of each of the three cadavers had been kept with the bodies, presumably for archival purposes. And as he took a good look at the skulls, he began to sweat a little from nervousness. His face nearly went white as a ghost, and he swallowed hard. ::


    Skyfire: I know them....


    :: Three skeletons. Three uniform colors: red, gold, and teal. Three species: Betazoid, Rodulan, and Vulcan. One thing was for sure -- the remains weren't recent... but that still didn't explain how they got here. ::


    TBC


    ===

    Lieutenant Chythar Skyfire

    Chief Medical Officer

    Temporally Displaced

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