<OOC:: this is the first of two logs that get us moving to the station. Please, if any one has any logs in progress that fall before this one, please finish them and submit them. >> == Bridge == Keylor sat in his chair looking a the view screen. The station was still enveloped in a shroud og Blue green. It would have appeared almost ethereal if it had not been for the fact that they knew the station was full of aliens and they had taken lives of federation citizens. Keylor looked back down at a pad he had been working on. It was his idea of a battle plan of who would go where, once they reached the shuttle. He thumbed over the people he thought should be assigned and the requests Shane had submitted for his team. Everyone on the list had a purpose, their specialty or ability was needed for this next task in order to prevent any causalities. This was not a completely seasoned team either. There were both experienced officers and those new to the crew on this away mission. One new crewmember that made him curious was Pvt. Rose. She was the communication specialist that had been working on deciphering the alien language so that they could communication with them and hopefully find a less drastic solution to this problem. He had noticed that when he visited her down in the brig, she was not wearing any weapon of any kind, not even a try II hand phaser for self-protection. He wondered if she objected to such things, or was such a poor shot she chose not to endanger the others around her. Either way, she was about to be put in to a dangerous situation and hoped she would accept one of the modified phaser rifles for those just-in-case scenarios. He had checked on Rose a little before coming to the bridge. She had told him she was able to make out some basic words, assembled some reference to the discrete squeaks and clicks they apparently used. But it was far form a complete dictionary for the universal translator. This was the reason he had decided it would be best to have her along on the away mission. The latest report form Kipatrick on the weapons modifications was that with more help and the opinion of an engineer, they were able to modify 30 rifles with a little added safety in the firing mechanism to help prevent any accidents. Kilpatrick was still adamant that he could not guarantee the safety of the rifle, but the odds of an accident had decreased some form his original estimates. All was ready, the weapons, the devices, the crew, all were ready to venture once more in to harms way. All that remained was to assemble in the shuttle bay, distribute the equipment and fly over on shuttles. But one task remained. Shane had asked the Chief science officer to devise a diversion, to distract the aliens on the base. Her latest report indicated she would be able to modify the main deflector dish to direct an tachyon pulse, interspersed with a low level energy beam to simulate the energy the aliens seemed to like. Keylor tapped on his comm badge, +taps+ "Ens Oriana to the Bridge!" Keylor put down his pad on the seat next to him and placed an elbow on the arm of the command chair. He rested his chin in to the palm of his hand, looking not much unlike the great sculpture on earth of a thinking man. He stared at the station and ran through the necessary actions in his mind while he waited or Oriana to arrive. Only minutes passed before a teal clad Vulcan appeared before him. "Ensign Oriana reporting as ordered sir." She said it her traditional emotionless voice. Keylor straightened up form his slouch and looked at her. "Good. " he remarked as an after thought. He stood up from his chair and pointed to the view screen. "SO you are ready to create our distraction on the base?" he asked. Oriana nodded , "Yes sir, The main deflector dish has been modified, all necessary power requirements have been arranged with engineering and operations. All I need to know is when." Keylor dropped his arm. "Well I would say give us 10 minutes form the time the first shuttle enters the bases shuttle bay. After that, send your pulse to the far side of the station for as long as you can maintain it." Oriana gave a sling Vulcan nod," Of course sir. By my calcualations I should be able to maintain the pusle for exactly 23 minutes 31 seconds." Keylor nodded, still amazed at how Vulcan's seemed to calculate everything with precision. {Would it have been impossible to just say 20 minutes?} he thought to himself. "Good..." he said before Oriana interjected in to the conversation. "Sir? Who is the officer on the conn? I would expect Dr. Summers will be taking the conn since LtCmdr Guzman and you are both leaving the ship." Keylor shook his head, "No Ensign. The doctor is busy working in sickbay trying to help our injured crew. No until the away team return, you are in charge of the conn. Any way, you will probably be able to operate more efficiently without having to approve every decision of yours with the officer in charge." Oriana gave a slightly bigger Vulcan nod. "Aye sir, of course. Would only be logical." Keylor started to walk away form the command chair. "Very well Ensign, the ship is yours. We should be leaving the ship in 20 minutes, adjust your calculations accordingly." "Aye sir." Was her simple reply. Keylor walked to the turbo lift and boarded it. As the doors closed he tapped on his comm bdge. +Taps+ This is Col Bretam to all away team members. Assemble in the shuttle bay in 5 minutes. All members should wear light combat armor. LT Quayle and Lance corporal Kilpatick bring your modified devices to the shuttle bay as well. Bretam Out." That was it, they were ready to go. Everything had been planed, and all they had to do was execute. The only thing that remained was wondering how the aliens would react to them. ===End Log === Col Bretam Keylor