Mission 13: "The Heist"

[Taurik]

Taurik walked out of the conference room, and toward the turbolift. "Lieutenant Beta," he said, "come with me, we'll be going on an away mission. The captain tapped his communicator badge. "Lieutenant Stevens, Ensign T'Kar, please report to the main hangar bay."

Taurik and Beta slipped into the turbolift, and it moved through the turboshafts within the vessel, depositing them on Deck Thirteen. By the time Taurik and Beta walked through the large hatch door, Stevens was already there, as was half of T'lana's team.

The captain stepped over to the Cardinal Virtue, an exotic, white alien vessel of unknown origin, large enough to dwarf the Type 9 shuttles several times. Taurik walked briskly up the ramp, and along the single corridor to the cockpit. Sitting down at the helm chair, he keyed in several ignition commands for the main thorium reactor, and the ship began to power up.

"Alpha Team, report to the Cardinal Virtue, and I will begin the preflight checklist."

[Holographic Officer Beta]

"Yes Sir." Beta said, as he helped T`Kar lift Lieutenant Stevens up, so that he was supported on one of each of their shoulders.

"Ensign. The Captain's fight will have no doubt drawn some attention to us. I am also unsure whether the Cardinal Virtue will respond to my commands, or the Captain's alone. So we will head straight to the nearest Heraani transporter pad, and beam onboard from there. There will likely be Heraan guards, so be prepared."

His instructions given, he and the Ensign carried their 'package' down the corridors of the Heraan space station. They stuck to the shadows as a precaution, and managed to hide from the sight of any passing soldiers - heading towards the former resting place of the computer core. Luckily, there were no Elites, or they would have been detected hidden or not.

They eventually found their way to the transporter room, and Beta took a brief look inside. There were five Heraan guarding it - all regular soldiers. The Elites had probably gone after the Captain and T'lana's away team.

Beta slowly crept towards the side of the doorway, and then shot out at the Heraan standing to one side of it inside the room, slamming the butt of his rifle into his chest with all the synthetic strength his holographic form could muster. He then quickly kicked out at the guard on the other side of the door, and fired his rifle at a third guard across the room, quickly modifying his holographic structure to allow an energy bolt to pass right through him and hit the wall behind. ~That was too close~ he thought to himself.

[Tigerlead]

Tigerlead looked at Mr. Voison who was crawling near a Heraani ship ~Well that's looks like a good defensive position... or a good place to hide~ Tigerlead smiled at his own thoughts that a Federation security officer would hide from anything. Suddenly a strange noise started to repet itself as red lights flashed all around the hangar ~Well that definetly not a good sign~ but his thoughts were suddently intrerupted by a Heraani that was walking in the hangar. Tigerlead ducked, rolled and fired his phaser rifle directly at the Heraani's head almost choping it off. "We've got company" he yelled towards his security colleague that was positioning himself to shoot. "Fire at will!"

[Odona Covell]

Drinking more of the juice Odona replied, "So they wanted to take a datacore and rescue us in the process?  That works for me.  What kind of military structure do they have this federation?  Should I observe anyone specific here?"

[T'lana]

T'lana was at her post at the Science Station, monitoring long range sensors for any sign of assistance.

"Captain, long range sensors have picked up two silhouettes approaching at high velocity. By the configuration and echo, they are two Gallifreyan battle cruisers."

[Luke Voison]

OOC: Jeeze guys, I only read the first few sentances and already my head was about to explode. Crazy.. Sci-Fi.. Math... Equations.. And such..

Luke slouched on the couch he was perched upon and stared at the blank wall in front of him. Rather confused he felt he would do more damage than good if he left his quarters. Or maybe that was his fear of crowds kicking in again. Never the less, he did not plan to move unless summoned upon.

[Holographic Officer Beta]

-=-Security Office-=-

"Ah, welcome." Beta said, smiling. "As you have no doubt guessed, I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Holographic Officer Beta, the Chief of Security and Tactical on the Rivendell." He spoke as if it was normal to state full names and titles in regular conversation. "I believed it would be...good, to meet with my team and allow us to acquaint ourselves."

"You are Ensign Tigerlead, yes? And Ensign Voison?"

[Holographic Officer Beta]

Noticing the assignment of Tigerlead to an away team on his security console in his office just before he left to begin his rounds, Beta decided instead to head to the bridge to take the relieved Ensign's post at Tactical, assigning one of the NCOs to take his rounds for him.

Upon reaching the Bridge, he found only a few officers there, plus Chief Sarpedon. The Captain and T'lana were not present, and so he simply made his way straight to tactical.

He found, however, that the Tactical console had been locked, and initially denied him access. ~Odd~ he thought to himself, as he worked to overcome the lockout.

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya Sar nodded to T'lana and activated her Lightsaber, the 1.25m blue colored plasma energy blade, coalesced into existence the instant the weapon was activated.

Chaya then walked down the Heraani hall using force-sense, to find the Heraani and any they encountered she used the force and the Lightsaber to dispatch with the efficiency of a skilled assassin, but with the calmness and focus of a synthetic being.

The Heraani Elite took longer, but their still primitive psionic abilities and their lack of finesse and training in the art of the sword, were no match for the powers of the force and the Lightsaber training of the Jedi Order.

There were a couple of times that the elites had nearly got through, but they would have only nicked her and with T'lana's obviously skilled marksmanship with the Compression Rifle, gave Chaya a chance to gain the upper hand.

About an hour of constant battle, Chaya Sar finally got a reprieve and a chance to rest and wipe the sweat from her brow. Panting slightly, her throat was dry from the effort, but after two minutes, she was ready to continue.

[T'lana]

T'lana, Taurik, Chaya Sar, Odona Covell and Aeryn Kae were literally running for their lives. T'lana's Tricorder beeped and she took it out to view: One Minute to self destruct.; appeared on the screen. T'lana put back her Tricorder, just as they entered the Hangar Bay.

"Tigerlead, Voison, Captain, Morgan and Larial, prepare for immediate beam out."

As all three ran to T'lana's side, she tapped her comlink.

=A="Computer, five to beam up."=A=

All five Starfleet Officers left on the Heraani Station were beamed back to the Kelata, in a white colored matter-stream.
Just as the Tricorder counted down: Thirty Seconds to self destruct.

T'lana went straight the Helm and sat down as soon as the Transporter transitioned them onto the Kelata.

T'lana fired up the Kelata and set course back for the Rivendell's last known coordinates. It's hard to find a ship that is cloaked, luckily for T'lana the Rivendell wasn't moved and that the departure coordinates were the same.

T'lana docked the Kelata and deactivated all the Stealth Ship's systems. Lowering the ramp, T'lana accessed the Rivendell's main computer and deactivated the cloaking device, before leaving the Kelata to await the return of the other ships and the Jedi.

Tricorder: Twenty seconds to self destruct.

[The Gallifreyans]

--Onboard the Gallifreyan cruiser Sanctity--

Dechtakar sat in the hovering seat, several meters above the other Gallifreyan crew onboard the Sanctity. As Thurokiir, that was his right.

The Sanctity and one other Gallifreyan vessel had been on patrol in this area, and had picked up a distress call from a Starfleet ship, the U.S.S. Rivendell. Given their recent alliance with the Federation, Dechtakar ordered his ship to investigate. Not to mention, if memory served him correctly, that was the ship that Master Taurik commanded. "Are we in range yet," Dechtakar asked impatiently.

"No, Thurokiir," came the reply from one of the Gallifreyans below. "But we will arrive in only a few minutes."

Dechtakar was unsatisfied. "Transfer more energy to the drive systems, and warm the lines for firing. Master Taurik is undoubtedly facing many Heraan if he sends a distress call."

The two Gallifreyan attack vessels rocketed toward the source of the distress call at their maximum possible speed.

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya Sar got up from the lounge and made her way to the Autochef with her empty cup, refilling it.

"Yes yourself. To know yourself is to know others, we are all connected in the force. As for military structure, not dissimilar to the Imperial Navy. Or the galactic Republic before that."

Chaya retrieved the now full cup of Jawa Juice and also ordered two sliced Bantha meat, n'naise and salad sandwiches. Taking the two sandwiches back to the Dejarik Table, Chaya went back and got her refreshed cup of Jawa Juice and returned to the lounge.

"Enjoy, you must be hungry. If you need more, please do not hesitate to use the Autochef."

[T'lana]

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[Chaya Sar]

Jedi Master Chaya Sar didn't know what to do with herself, when everyone left to perform their duties. So when everyone dispersed, she firstly went to Ten Forward, at least that's what she thought it was called.

In Ten Forward, Chaya tried to order a cup of Jawa Juice, but to her surprise and her dismay, the barman had no idea what she was talking about and looked at her as though she was nuts. To prevent the barman from calling security to take her to some resident for the insane, Chaya told him that she was not from this galaxy and had no idea what drinks, alcoholic or otherwise was available.

From the range of drinks that the barman could provide for her Chaya liked the sound of beer and Romulan Ale. Ordering one of each and asking the barman how much she owed him, Chaya was pleasantly surprised to learn that it was free. That didn't stop Chaya giving the barman a five credit chit and refusing to let him give it back to her. Chaya Sar sat down at an empty table and tried the Romulan ale first. Although slightly different, the Romulan Ale was not dissimilar from Jawa Juice anyway. Strange isn't it? Those little bits of synchronization that the universe tossed at you.

Loving the Romulan Ale so much, Chaya downed the rest in just one gulp and moved on to the glass of cold beer, once again making short work of the beverage.

Chaya sat there for a while, just staring out into space, reminiscing about her home galaxy, but not missing the Jedi Order as much as she thought she would. But hey, at least it was a job, but one with no return. But that wasn't the main thing playing on her mind, the one thing she was trying to cope with, was her feeling of helplessness. Wondering moment to moment, how she could go and rescue her apprentice and the Jedi Knight that paid for passage to Naboo on the Blue Harvest.

If Chaya was still in her home galaxy - of which Chaya discovered the humans called Andromeda, she loved that name, sounded exotic - she would simply take off after them in her Viper regardless of the circumstances. But she wasn't in her galaxy anymore and therefore had no idea where to go, even her new found friends had no idea about most of their own galaxy, so what was a girl to do. Nothing much apparently, except of course to feel guilty with a side helping of remorse.

Chaya Sar shook herself out of her revelry and decided to go down to the Shuttle Bay, where her Viper was. Being so sensitive in the force, having one of the highest sensitivity ratings recorded in over 5000 years, working on starships gave her comfort, they were tangible. Starships also allowed her to do the one thing she ever dreamed about, ever since she was a little girl back on Altera, travel to distant worlds.

Chaya Sar took out the tool kit, opened the Viper's propulsion systems access panels and got straight to work.

[Taurik]

"Fascinating. I realize this is quite a request, but would you be willing to let me duplicate the records of the Blue Harvest to our computer core? No personal data, of course, but your people's history is very intriguing, and I find it difficult to suppress my curiosity."