Mission 1: "The Fallen One"

[Kelli Lauren]

"I'm good for now. All I need is a little time off, a good book, and my quarters."

Kelli stepped over to the cell console and tapped the release button, meanwhile grabbing her commbadge and pinning it to her tunic again. "Now that I think we're understood," she said with a smirk, "stop hogging all the brig space."

[Spock]

OOC**Sorry Im here, I been busy and not much has been happening http://www.expansionfleet.com/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>.

IC**

*Spock was still on the bridge*

"Sir, engineering is set.  Nice new systems I might add, sir."

[Techerakh]

A tall, lanky figure stepped out from behind a corner. "Captain, it's good to see you again. In case you don't remember me, my name is Techerakh, Master of the Gallifreyan Order."

[Randall Sanchez]

OFF: sorry for not posting, it's been a busy week... and I won't be able to post this weekend either until Monday or Tuesday. But according to Starfleet regulations it's normally the XO who leads away teams, isn't it? http://www.expansionfleet.com/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'>

"I think I know the perfect man for the job."
*Sanchez looks at Commander Hafr.*
*Commander, assemble an away team of no more than two people."

[Techerakh]

Techerakh waited. Against every fiber of his being, he waited. One, two, three more milliseconds. And just as the blade was mere inches from the master's chest, he threw his hand forward and tossed the former Templar as far as he could.

And that was no small distance. She flew almost twenty meters, landing roughly on the ground.

[trian]

OOC:sorry i havent posted in a while mt computer got a virus but thats all clear now.

IC:Sir ten minuts before were out.

[Raszagal]

"I don't care one iota what you are doing, Commander, you don't have the right to do it. Either let me go now, or bring your security chief down here so I can speak to someone competant."

[Raszagal]

"You have no right to dictate to me whether or not I will put my life in danger so you can have your mind meld. I've seen what a botched mind meld can do, and it's not pretty. So either you can call him down here, and we can be done quickly, or you can wait until we get to the nearest JAG office, so we can see the Magistrate."

As Raszagal turned around, she paused, and spoke with her back to Spock. "By the way, your 'life-long cell' threat is pretty desperate. You know Federation law gives even prisoners of war a fair trial."

[Spock]

OOC**I am fully aware of the chain of command, Harf, im not a total idiot like you assumed.

IC**

<Brig>

"If you wish I can teach you ways to meditate if you wish."

[Durandal]

"Perhaps," Durandal agreed as he increased speed. "But it would be quite unfortunate if the warp manifolds were to inexplicably become stuck wide open, wouldn't you say?" he added, winking.

[Randall Sanchez]

*Sanchez looks around in surprise and then notices Techerakh.*
"Gallifreyans... whenever you guys are around it's usually to bring bad news."
*He sits down behind his desk.*
"No insult intended of course. Please, do sit down. How can I help you?"

[Techerakh]

Techerakh stood to face both the captian and the AI's hologram. "Fear not. I can sense Razsagal now. If you wish to accompany me, Captain, it would be best to bring no more than two officers."

[Raszagal]

Pain consumed the crumpled Raszagal. She lay in a heap on the ground, regaining her composure before she leaped to her feet again. She was certain there was internal damage, but she could shrug it off for now. Noticing her khala was off and on the ground next to her, she pulled it to her hand and ignited it. This time, she would not be so foolish. She charged again, but before she reached Techerakh, she threw her khala ahead of her and began to guide it telekinetically.

[Randall Sanchez]

OFF: welcome back trian. I have had a busy week myself which is why I haven't posted this past week, sorry for that.

"Mr. Ghemor, if your... interrogation skills can comply to Starfleet regulations, then you have my approval to interrogate our prisoner."
*Then he turns to Wallace.*
"Even if it's very little information, no doubt it will be most valuable to analyze, as no Starfleet vessel has ever ventured in there before."

[Ghemor]

"Do forgive me again Commander, but isn't this a job purely of our chief of security? She is learned in law over all of us I think, except perhaps the good Captain, who we should not forget, is right here with us. But I am a lowly servant Ensign, who knows so much less than you seasoned Gods. Please, stand over top of me and tell me how to do things!".
Ghemor changed his tone to hysterics and sarcasm in the end, hoping his point would prevent a speaking-down to again from the engineer.