--_12345_-------=_4D902D06.136E4B30 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="windows-1250" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit ===== Corridor in front of Shuttle bay =====   Oriana went to the shuttle bay. {Finally some work.} she thought. After the hours, when she worked with commander Palmer and Lieutenant Versey at the probes, there were hours, when the computer worked and prepared all the calculations and measurments. She went to her quarters meditate and she was back at the morning shift. The probes were launched and then they waited. And they didn't wait too long. Someone informed, that in front of Chimera is storming a battle. Oriana regreted, she wasn't on the astrometrics with their screens and scans and she wondered, how the engineers could work here and didn't know and see, what is happen. But after 27.654 minutes came the call from commander Palmer. She informed Oriana about the three enemy shuttles and the captain's orders to check them. She answered shortly and left the engineering.   She came to the door in the while, when the air pressure stabilized. In front of door stood commander Palmer, medical and engineering teams and marines. Hardly the door opened, all the people entered the shuttle bay quickly. Oriana waited and entered as last. In the door she encountered with commander Palmer. They looked each other, but said nothing and inside the shuttle bay they parted at two different directions.   Oriana went past group of quarreling marines to the first shuttle. Inside laid two dead Jem'Hadars. A young medic lean towards them. Oriana went past him to the main console. {The dead bodies for medical, the data for science. And then the engineers can take apart the shuttles.} She began to work at her part.   She connected the shuttle with the ship computer and began to transfer the data. Meantime she looked over the communication records. The Jem'Hadars used their own language. She connected the messages to the translator. After some time she had first translations. {Federation … neural experiments … conquering the Galaxy ….}"We are coming" Oriana read. "Pardon, sir?" the medic asked. "Nothing, ensign." she answered.   {Who is coming? What is the meaning of this? I must look better the messages.} she made a point to. "Any progress?" a calm voice asked. Oriana turned. It was commander Palmer. "Federation, neural experiments, conquering the Galaxy and we are coming. I think, it looks like something from your old job. Have a look of this?" "All right. You can look to the back. Marines found something there." Oriana nodded and went behind.   In the small room was disorder and debris. And the three marines too. When Oriana entered, one of them called at her: "Here, sir. Look at this. Don't mention at something?" He pointed at small box with two holders. Yes, it mentioned the boxes at Ketracel white. "Is there inside really ..?" "I don't think so. These Jem'Hadars need not the White." Oriana took out the tricorder. For a while she scanned the box. She raised her eyebrow. "What?" the eager marine asked. "Bionimetic gel, nerve gas and some other in Federation forbidden  chemicals." "What the hell ... " "I am afraid, the hell has nothing to do with this." She turned off her tricorder again. "I will send here a science team, which will ensure it. And I will report the bridge." And left the room to make, what she said.   ===== End of Log =====   Lt. Oriana CSciO USS Chimera --_12345_-------=_4D902D06.136E4B30 Content-Type: text/html; charset="windows-1250" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit <span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">===== Corridor in front of Shuttle bay =====<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Oriana went to the shuttle bay. {Finally some work.} she thought. After the hours, when she worked with commander Palmer and Lieutenant Versey at the probes, there were hours, when the computer worked and prepared all the calculations and measurments. She went to her quarters meditate and she was back at the morning shift. The probes were launched and then they waited. And they didn't wait too long. Someone informed, that in front of Chimera is storming a battle. Oriana regreted, she wasn't on the astrometrics with their screens and scans and she wondered, how the engineers could work here and didn't know and see, what is happen. But after 27.654 minutes came the call from commander Palmer. She informed Oriana about the three enemy shuttles and the captain's orders to ch! eck them. She answered shortly and left the engineering.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">She came to the door in the while, when the air pressure stabilized. In front of door stood commander Palmer, medical and engineering teams and marines. Hardly the door opened, all the people entered the shuttle bay quickly. Oriana waited and entered as last. In the door she encountered with commander Palmer. They looked each other, but said nothing and inside the shuttle bay they parted at two different directions.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Oriana went past group of quarreling marines to the first shuttle. Inside laid two dead Jem'Hadars. A young medic lean towards them. Oriana went past him to the main console. {The dead bodies for medical, the data for science. And then the engineers can take apart the shuttles.} She began to work at her part.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">She connected the shuttle with the ship computer and began to transfer the data. Meantime she looked over the communication records. The Jem'Hadars used their own language. She connected the messages to the translator. After some time she had first translations. {Federation … neural experiments … conquering the Galaxy ….}"We are coming" Oriana read.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Pardon, sir?" the medic asked.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Nothing, ensign." she answered.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">{Who is coming? What is the meaning of this? I must look better the messages.} she made a point to.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Any progress?" a calm voice asked.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Oriana turned. It was commander Palmer.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Federation, neural experiments, conquering the Galaxy and we are coming. I think, it looks like something from your old job. Have a look of this?"<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"All right. You can look to the back. Marines found something there."<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Oriana nodded and went behind.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">In the small room was disorder and debris. And the three marines too. When Oriana entered, one of them called at her: "Here, sir. Look at this. Don't mention at something?"<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">He pointed at small box with two holders. Yes, it mentioned the boxes at Ketracel white.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Is there inside really ..?"<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"I don't think so. These Jem'Hadars need not the White."<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Oriana took out the tricorder. For a while she scanned the box. She raised her eyebrow.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"What?" the eager marine asked.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"Bionimetic gel, nerve gas and some other in Federation forbidden<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>chemicals."<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"What the hell ... "<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">"I am afraid, the hell has nothing to do with this." She turned off her tricorder again. "I will send here a science team, which will ensure it. And I will report the bridge."<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">And left the room to make, what she said.<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">===== End of Log =====<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><p style="padding:0 0 0 0; margin:0 0 0 0;"><font face="times new roman,times,serif"> </font></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">Lt. Oriana<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">CSciO<p /></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"><font face="times new roman,times,serif">USS Chimera</font></span></p> </p> </span> --_12345_-------=_4D902D06.136E4B30--