Cptn Corizon

OOC Dates Dec 26, 2010-January 16, 2011 IC Date August 17, 2385 After a series of missteps with the bases' security, Excalibur and away team were finally able to get some actual work done, albeit largely fruitless for the away team, as they found the Romulan computer core heavily encrypted. Earlier a broad-band frequency had been detected from a beacon, and the crew suspected that they had less than 17 hours before someone would come looking for them; Corizon gave Wydown and her team a fifeteen hour timeframe to find something, or they would pull out and go home. Fortunately, Wydown and Mastumura located a stray ISD with clues to where the smuggling operation had relocated to and Excalibur and crew prepared to set off when a strange distress signal from a Romulan scout, using Federation codes was detected. Curious, Corizon ordered Excalibur to investigate. When they arrived, the individual aboard claimed to be trying to defect, but Corizon remained skeptical as the defector seemed to know a good deal of information about the Excalibur. Weary of a potential trap, Corizon ordered the scout brought aboard and the pilot taken to the brig. Meanwhile, Engineering and Science worked with the encrypted data taken from the Romulan base computer while Wydown and Matsumura considered the ISD. TBS: One Hour when we pick up.

The N’Orexen-class cruiser Ferocious Raptor and her two attendant scout ships, Grappled Warren and Flame’s Edge, dropped out of warp and fanned out. On the Oira of the Ferocious, her commander sat with a grim expression on her face. “Report.” “No sign of intruders,” the operations officer said. “Only traces of what are possibly ion trails, but they’re fairly degraded. We’d have to drop cloak to determine more.” “Do so.” “Ie.” “Put us in orbit of the base and stand by to link up with it. If someone was here, I want to know.” -- Worlds away on a small, out of the way outpost between the neutral zone and the Romulan homeworld, Jasek tr’Lossel sat at his terminal glancing through the myriad of data streams passing through the base and on their way to their final destination. Take a sip of warm kollani he sighed. Today promised to be yet another very boring shift. Nothing even remotely interesting had popped onto his monitor – not even so much as a lovely letter from a jol stricken erein on his first mission to his sweetheart back home on the two worlds. Jasek put his cup down and leaned back into his chair, considering how he’d managed to get himself into such a soul crushing assignment, before he could relive the details, however, he noticed a blinking light on his console that indicated an incoming priority message. Sitting up straight he ran his fingers over the console. Unlike most communications, priority messages had to be routed around by operators at various “hubs” (like the one he worked at) so that they wouldn’t get mired in the glut of communications. As he ran his fingers over the buttons, routing the transmission through the array and past a line of other communiqués in queue, he lifted his brow. Normally priority messages weren’t all that interesting, but even if this hadn’t been an exceptionally slow day, this one would have been the motherload. “I’ll be…” As he patched the communiqué through to homeworld, he also activated a small device on the console, copying the entire message as it went. With the message gone, he tucked the device into his pocket and looked over across the room to his supervisor. “Habreon,” he said. “May I be excused? It’s a slow day, looks like you have everything. If you need me, just give me a call.” The stocky Romulan grunted and waved a hand. “Sure Jasek, just don’t tell Esan…” “I won’t.” -- Down in his quarters, Jasek could barely contain himself as he connected the small device to his terminal. Keying in a series of codes, he finally let out a heavy breath. “My my....” The communication, as it turned out, had come from a small here-to-abandoned-base somewhere just inside the neutral zone and was marked as “URGENT: GALAE COMMAND EYES ONLY.” Jasek smiled. This, he reminded himself, was why he’d ended up with this job in the first place. Running his hands over the terminal again, he began to decrypt the message. Most of it was under heavy encryption that would take several hours to break, however, there appeared to be a number of visuals included in the file, possibly sensor records, that were glomped together in a less secure file attached to the message; he focused on them. After around thirty minutes, he finally cracked the code and waited for the images to unpack. When they did, he could only blink. “What the hell?” He’d half expected some sort of Romulan prototype or hell he didn’t even know, but instead, what he found were obvious, if a bit fuzzy, images of an Akira-class starship under fire from something. The stamp on the images confirmed them to be sensor records from the outpost the message had originated from, and dated them some hours before. Jasek blinked and took a deep breath. “I don’t… what… elements.” After a few minutes, he decided that he needed to report this to his superiors. If they running an operation, they needed to know that the Romulans were onto them, or that it had gone south. With that, Jasek began composing a message in a language he hadn’t spoken in seven years.

The N’Orexen-class cruiser Ferocious Raptor and her two attendant scout ships, Grappled Warren and Flame’s Edge, dropped out of warp and fanned out. On the Oira of the Ferocious, her commander sat with a grim expression on her face. “Report.” “No sign of intruders,” the operations officer said. “Only traces of what are possibly ion trails, but they’re fairly degraded. We’d have to drop cloak to determine more.” “Do so.” “Ie.” “Put us in orbit of the base and stand by to link up with it. If someone was here, I want to know.” -- Worlds away on a small, out of the way outpost between the neutral zone and the Romulan homeworld, Jasek tr’Lossel sat at his terminal glancing through the myriad of data streams passing through the base and on their way to their final destination. Take a sip of warm kollani he sighed. Today promised to be yet another very boring shift. Nothing even remotely interesting had popped onto his monitor – not even so much as a lovely letter from a jol stricken erein on his first mission to his sweetheart back home on the two worlds. Jasek put his cup down and leaned back into his chair, considering how he’d managed to get himself into such a soul crushing assignment, before he could relive the details, however, he noticed a blinking light on his console that indicated an incoming priority message. Sitting up straight he ran his fingers over the console. Unlike most communications, priority messages had to be routed around by operators at various “hubs” (like the one he worked at) so that they wouldn’t get mired in the glut of communications. As he ran his fingers over the buttons, routing the transmission through the array and past a line of other communiqués in queue, he lifted his brow. Normally priority messages weren’t all that interesting, but even if this hadn’t been an exceptionally slow day, this one would have been the motherload. “I’ll be…” As he patched the communiqué through to homeworld, he also activated a small device on the console, copying the entire message as it went. With the message gone, he tucked the device into his pocket and looked over across the room to his supervisor. “Habreon,” he said. “May I be excused? It’s a slow day, looks like you have everything. If you need me, just give me a call.” The stocky Romulan grunted and waved a hand. “Sure Jasek, just don’t tell Esan…” “I won’t.” -- Down in his quarters, Jasek could barely contain himself as he connected the small device to his terminal. Keying in a series of codes, he finally let out a heavy breath. “My my....” The communication, as it turned out, had come from a small here-to-abandoned-base somewhere just inside the neutral zone and was marked as “URGENT: GALAE COMMAND EYES ONLY.” Jasek smiled. This, he reminded himself, was why he’d ended up with this job in the first place. Running his hands over the terminal again, he began to decrypt the message. Most of it was under heavy encryption that would take several hours to break, however, there appeared to be a number of visuals included in the file, possibly sensor records, that were glomped together in a less secure file attached to the message; he focused on them. After around thirty minutes, he finally cracked the code and waited for the images to unpack. When they did, he could only blink. “What the hell?” He’d half expected some sort of Romulan prototype or hell he didn’t even know, but instead, what he found were obvious, if a bit fuzzy, images of an Akira-class starship under fire from something. The stamp on the images confirmed them to be sensor records from the outpost the message had originated from, and dated them some hours before. Jasek blinked and took a deep breath. “I don’t… what… elements.” After a few minutes, he decided that he needed to report this to his superiors. If they running an operation, they needed to know that the Romulans were onto them, or that it had gone south. With that, Jasek began composing a message in a language he hadn’t spoken in seven years.

OOC Dates November 21-Dec 26, 2010 IC Date July 28-August 16, 2385 After a harrowing journey through the wormhole, the Excalibur and the Republic made it safely through the wormhole and docked at DS9. The Republic crew spent several days shoring up weaknesses in the hull before the two disembarked again, headed for Earth. Midway, Corizon informed the crew they'd be breaking away from the Republic and setting sail for another mission. Once out of sensor range, he revealed that mission would be a covert infiltration of Romulan space to uncover weapons smuggling plot. He also revealed that he had accquired a cloaking device which Admiran had installed for him. Reluctantly, much of the crew agreed to go along with the scheme. Excalibur met up with an old friend, Ambassador N'Kedre, who shared information with them gathered by the late Ambassador who'd passed away on Excalibur some weeks before. He apparently had gotten a lead on the smugglers and traced it a base inside the Neutral Zone. Excalibur made their way there under cloak. Upon arrival, Excalibur found the base abandoned and beamed an away team, led by Commander Wydown, to the surface. The base, however, wasn't undefended and the self-defense systems wrecked havoc on both the away team and Excalibur. TBS: A few seconds.

Vice-Admiral Misha Abronvonvich looked sick to his stomach. “They’ve gone what?” “Missing, sir.” “I heard you,” he said with a heavy sigh. “What the hell is Corizon upto this time.” “Sir?” The crag faced Admiral pushed away from his desk and walked towards the floor to ceiling windows that flanked it. “He’s upto something. “Damnit Corizon, you just can’t leave well enough alone. Do something good, then muck it up!” The young lieutenant serving as the aide-de-camp for the Admiral, Jeri Sannon, took a deep breath. “Orders, sir?” “This is going to be a royal mess. He no doubt is headed to Romulan space. Bastard must have got a cloaking device somewhere along the way. I knew that crafty bastard was upto something.” “You think he has clearance from ATAG?” “Officially? Hell no. Even they’re not bold enough to officially sign-off on something this reckless. I doubt his crew knew what he was upto either.” “What should we do?” “Nothing,” he said, turning to face his aide. “I am sure the Admirality will be calling me soon enough.” “Shouldn’t we have Avalon report them as MIA?” “Why would we do that? We’re not expecting them. Their standing orders were to assist in station construction. Beyond that, he was not operating on any new orders from me. I do know he’d received official orders to assist the Republic.” “Orders he clearly disobeyed.” “Yes,” Misha said. “Like I said, I am sure they’ll contact me.” The words had barely left his lips when the bosun whistle interrupted his train of thought. “Admiral,” came the voice of Corris Sprint. “Yes, Commander?” “I have a priority signal for you, live-feed, from Fleet Admiral Nyuri.” “Live?” “Yes, Admiral, the uh, Admiral is waiting for you.” “Calling collect, no doubt. Very well, put him through.” Sannon started to leave, but Abronvonvich waived for him to stay before activating the wall monitor. The screen was quickly filled with the angular, sharplines of the Tetarin fleet admiral. “Misha,” he said in a low, brassy voice. “Long time, as you humans like to express.” “Nyuri,” Abronvonvich said. “I take it this isn’t a personal call.” “That would be correct.” “Very well, what do you need?” “As I am sure you’re network of associates has already told you, the Excalibur has gone missing en route to Earth.” Running a hand through his silver hair, now knowing he was going to be sick, Abronvonvich nodded. “Yes, I had heard that. Rather surprising.” “Given the history of the commander of the Excalibur, I am not sure how anything that happens with that ship is surprising.” “Fair enough.” “As you know, Excalibur was supposed to be escorting the Republic back to Earth.” “A job better suited for a proper tug,” Abronvonvich interjected. “Not that it matters.” “It doesn’t. What matters is that Corizon and the Excalibur have disappeared without any apparent orders to the contrary. Unless you have something to add in that regard?” “No, Admiral. Captain Corizon’s standing orders from me were to assist in construction of the station. I have not been in direct contact with him since he left for the wormhole construction site.” “What about indirect contact? When was the last time Excalibur reported in?” “I’d have to check for the exact report, but the last one that I saw was right before the disembarked from Deep Space Nine for Earth.” “I see. And did Captain Corizon give you any indication that he…” “Is this an official inquiry Nyuri?” “Not yet,” the Tetarin said flatly. “Though it almost certainly will turn into one barring some feat by the Captain.” Abronvonvich nodded. “As I said, he wasn’t under any orders from me…” “What about that bit with the Romulan ambassador, do you think it’s connected?” “On the record, I have no idea what he’s upto.” The creases in Nyuri’s faces narrowed together as he bunched his face in a sort of awkward frown. “I see,” he said. “What about off the record, Misha?” “Off the record? He’s likely headed to Romulan space to try to get to the bottom of this smuggling businesses.” The creases narrowed even further. “I see.” “Shame he had to go to that length…” “I can’t help that.” “I am sure,” Abronvonvich said neutrally. “Why don’t you check with ATAG?” Nyuri shook his head. “We did.” “Oh?” “They were less than helpful.” “Imagine that. Always did say that whole outfit was more trouble than it was worth.” “I am beginning to agree, but they have amassed a considerable amount of power and despite the headaches they occasionally cause – they’re not as troublesome as other units; and at least they’re official – even if they do only answer to the Commander of Starfleet and the President herself.” Abronvonvich nodded, tucking his arms behind his back. “I thought Intel had someone on his ship.” ‘Frowning’ even deeper and shaking his Nyuri waived a hand. “They do, but she’s been out of contact since they left Excalibur. On top of that her Station Chief has gone missing.” “You think Corizon is behind it.” “It’s possible. The man is no amateur.” “You can say that twice.” “No matter,” Nyuri finally said after a few moments of silence. “We will find him or the Romulans will, if your hunch is correct; and though I am sure his motives were admirable he will face consequences for his cavalier attitude towards not just regulations, but Federation and intergalactic law.” “Let’s hope it’s us who finds him then, for his crew’s sake.” “If they knew about this,” Nyuri said flatly. “And didn’t try to stop him, they’ll be in just as much trouble as he is going to be in, I promise you that.” Abronvonvich kept silent. “Well, Misha, it was good talking to you again, even if it is a rather unpleasant matter. If this does go the way it’s looking, you will have to testify about what you knew – and when.” “Of course, Admiral.” “Very well. Have a good evening.” “You too, Nyuri.” The screen flickered a moment before going black. Abronvonvich let out a heavy sigh before turning to Sannon. “By the stars.” “Admiral?” “Yes?” “Why didn’t you tell them about your thoughts about the cloak?” “Mere speculation on my part…” “You do know I will testify in your defense, sir, right?” “I won’t ask you to lie for me, Leiutenant. If they bring pitchforks to me, they’ll have bitten off quite a bit.” Sannon smiled. “I suspect that Captain Corizon is saying the same thing.” “I suspect,” Abronvonvich said, returning to the windows. “Captain Corizon is three steps ahead of them.”

Excalibur will run as scheduled and on plot January 2, 2011.

The transporter flickered to life and Ah-Windu Corizon found himself face to with Ambassador Ori’na N’Kedre, the former envoy to Camelot Station. It had been nearly a year and half since he’d seen her face to face, and both of them found the moment a bit nostalgic. “Welcome aboard,” he said with a smile. “Jolan tru, Captain.” The three security officers flanking the room glanced to Corizon for the okay, and after receiving a confirming head nod, lowered their weapons. “Always the cautious one, na?” “In my business, one can never be too careful.” “Understandable.” He sighed and glanced back towards her. “We shouldn’t stay here too long. I don’t want anything happening to you either. I know that you took a lot of risk even meeting me here.” N’Kedre smirked slightly, taking in the canine captain. “Likely less than you’ve risked,” she said. “But like you, I am a patriot. I will do what needs done for the Empire.” He nodded. “What do you have?” “Joval ,” she said of the dead ambassador. “Had been looking into the reports for some time that someone was selling our weapons in the Gamma Quadrant; so far he’d not been able to find anything linking it to the usual sources.” He nodded and she produced an isochip. “Here was all the data he gave me before he left, in case something happened to him.” “He knew something was up?” “Yes,” she said with a heavy sigh. “He’d recently uncovered some information that he thought could be useful, but he was worried that someone might be on to him. Just before he left he told me that he’d tracked down a trail of materials used in the production of the ie’yakk models your crew had found.” “Oh?” “Ie, he tracked the shipments to an old base in the neutral zone that we no longer maintain.” “A base in the neutral zone, why am I not surprised?” “Now now. I said we no longer maintain it.” Corizon grinned and tucked the isochip into his pants pocket. “Well, as much as I’d like to catch up with you, I think we should be moving along then. If they know he was on to them, they may not want to stay there very long, and the longer you’re here the more suspicious it is.” N’Kedre nodded a gave him a warm smile. “Good luck Ah-Windu.”

OOC Dates November 15, 2010 IC Date July 21, 2385 Excalibur arrived to find the Republic disabled and in poor shape. The crew began rendering assistance, and Excalibur launched a fighter patrol to protect the fragile ship. (Or what was left of it.) Medical beamed over to aid with patients who couldn't be moved, while others were beamed over to Excalibur. Corizon met with Admiral Blurox and Captain Kwai of the Republic, who briefed him on their mission and gave him a small token of gratitude -- a set of maps they'd made from a year of deep exploration in the Gamma Quadrant that had not even been to command yet. Corizon thanked them and offered Excalibur's recreation and holodeck facilities to her crew. After meeting, they also decided that Excalibur would tow/escort Republic to DS9 as it was closer than Camelot by almost two weeks. TBS: 7 days

The USS Excalibur will run as schedule both the 21st and the 28th.

A moment comes, but rarely in history; when we step out from the old to the new; when an age ends, and the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. Weyoun glanced towards Taenix; his pale eyes looking her over, taking in the details of the Vorta who would control the destiny of his beloved Dominion. In many ways they were alike. They both had been saddled with the weight and expectations of commanding the fate of the Dominion and they both had been tested with crises of faith in that duty. He exhaled. No matter how many lifetimes he’d might yet still live, he would never fully recover from his failure to win a victory in the Alpha Quadrant. “Thank you for coming, Weyoun.” “Of course, Taenix,” he said, nodding his head. “I am ever at your disposal.” She nodded and motioned for him to walk with her. He obliged and the two began walking along the long concourse that connected the living quarters portion of the space-borne Dominion Command Center to the operations dome. “You have served the Founders well for many years Weyoun,” she said. “A commendable trait, of course one you cannot help.” Cocking his head he looked towards her sidelong, unsure of her intent. “I have only ever wished to please the Gods.” “Yes,” she said. “As have I… as have all Vorta from our very beginning.” Weyoun paused. “What do you mean?” Waving her hand, she motioned for him to continue following her. “It is ingrained in our very programming to be loyal to the Founders, to hold them with reverence, is it not?” “Yes,” he replied, catching up to her. “But what of it?” “Even those defective Vorta who have betrayed us and joined the Hundred are still, I suppose serving their gods.” Weyoun didn’t respond. Not verbally anyway; his thoughts, however wandered to a prior clone of himself, one that had tried to defect during the Dominion war. Like the Vorta she spoke of, he’d also looked to a member of the Hundred for guidance. Taenix stopped and looked to Weyoun. “Your thoughts trouble you?” The Vorta were excellent liars, another imbuement from the Gods. “It’s nothing.” Deciding not to press the point, Taenix resumed walking. “Semil has delivered an ultimatum.” Weyoun groaned. “Has he?” “He has demanded access to the device.” Weyoun cocked his head again. “Curious.” “I assume he has spies among us,” she said, “though apparently they do not know of Odo’s intentions.” “Interesting. What was his ultimatum?” “Either we give the Hundred access or he will reveal to the Dominion and the rest of the Vorta Council our ‘deceptions.’” “Normally,” Weyoun said. “I would laugh at that…” “But?” “You know as well as I do that our hold upon the worlds of the Dominion is tenuous. And the council’s faith…” Cocking her own head she looked towards the diminutive Weyoun. “You need not spare my feelings. I know that the Council members are divided.” “They face a crisis of faith,” he said. “The Founders have ever been our guides, and though many still have faith …” “I know,” she said. They looked towards each other with long expressions. “If they find that I have deceived them…” “They will challenge your authority.” “Keevan said the same thing. Infact he considered you be a chief instigator…” Weyoun frowned. “You were the chosen of the Founders to lead us, I do not question their wisdom; funny though that he would accuse me of betraying that covenant.” “He thinks you’re an opportunist,” she said. “I know better though. I know that your only wish is to serve the Founders.” “Yes.” “I believe Keevan has other ambitions.” Weyoun lifted a brow. “Keevan is many things, but an usurper?” “Perhaps, perhaps not.” “There seems to be three factions forming on the Council,” he added, wishing to change the subject. “Yes,” she agreed. There were in fact three factions formed among the eighteen Vorta who made up the ruling body of the Dominion. Taenix remained firmly in control of the largest faction, which had so far advocated using a iron first in a velvet glove with the uprisings; the second, and slightly smaller faction, ostensibly lead by the Vorta Faelic, had taken a harder line approach – advocating a tougher approach. Faelic and his like also despised the Hundred, it had been these Vorta who’d been in Keevan’s inner circle when he’d ordered the brutal crack downs on worlds suspected of working with the Hundred (which had proven to be folly, as the terrorist attacks had actually been the prelude to a return of the Scorpiad). The third faction, on the other hand, had taken a more radical approach. Led by the enigmatic Aelon, she and her companions (whom Keevan suspected to be taking orders from Weyoun) had been the ones to suggest negotiating with the rebels (a suggestion Faelic and his supporters had vehemently protested, but one that Taenix had ultimately backed.) “They are fractured, and if Semil gets to them first, you could lose your support to Faelic.” “You think he would challenge me openly?” “Perhaps. I would like to think not, but one can never be sure.” In the back of her mind, Taenix wondered if Faelic was taking direction from Keevan, but she decided not to voice that opinion just yet. “Then what are you suggesting? You cannot possibly expect me to give the Hundred the device. Not yet anyway. The situation is far too vol…” “That is a decision you and you alone can make,” he said. “What I can tell you to do, is beat Semil to the point.” She tipped her head. “I see. Tell the Council myself that for the last two years I have been deceiving them; that the Founders have abandoned us; that I hid this from them to keep the Dominion from crisis in the middle of a war; that I was reduced to asking a Starfleet Captain to search for the one device that could save us, and that when he did, Odo and the Founders refused to help us and instead ordered me to give it to the Hundred; that I sent you to the Alpha Quadrant to speak to the female Founder and that she too confirmed that we are on our own, abandoned and sundered from our gods. Yes that sounds like a wonderful idea.” “They will find out eventually.” Taenix frowned. She knew he was right. “I still do not think we can risk it. We have new systems rebelling everyday; our hold is tenuous at best. And if we continue to capitulate … “ “You are considering a change in policy.” She sighed. “I don’t know what to do any more. What I do know is that the great questions of the day will not be settled by speeches or majority opinion, but with blood.” “The Jem’Hadar remain loyal.” “Do they?” “You question their obedience?” “If they find that the Vorta no longer have the words of the gods upon their lips, how long do you think it will be before they turn upon us Weyoun?” “They need the white though …” “And we need them to maintain order.” “A paradox.”

OOC Dates November 14, 2010 IC Date July 21, 2385 Excalibur proceeded to the starbase construction site, where they began to unload equipment. Operations noted several items from the original manifest were missing and, given our recent history, began to suspect foul play. Corizon authorized her to look into this while also telling Garrison to beef up security. Elsewhere, Wydown and DuBois tended to some injuries of starbase construction workers while Teykier fed Citrus. In engineering Admiran had enlisted the help of his assistants in construction of a secret project; which as it turned out, where were the missing supplies went. When pressed on the issue, he informed operations that he was working on a surprise birthday present for Corizon and that the missing parts weren't vital. Before the issue could be brought to Corizon's attention, Excalibur received a distress call from the shuttle Canton. The shuttle had been dispatched from the Republic after she was heavily damaged. Canton requested any assistance in getting the Republic, which is currently under impulse power only, back to base. Corizon obliged and ordered a fighter escort to pick up the Canton while Excalibur embarked on her rescue mission. TBS: six days

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has arrived near the Gamma Quadrant terminus of the wormhole where a new station is under construction. The spaceframe for the station is starting to take space, but it is clearl it will be several months, to maybe a year before it is finished. Engineering and operations have started to unload the goods, while Medical has been assiting with any injuries the base construction crew have incured. Also, Tandaris has a "special" project. 111410.txt

OOC Dates September 5-November 7, 2010 IC Date July 7-20, 2385 Someone from the AQ has been smuggling Romulan weapons into the gamma quadrant and selling them to Dominion subjects so that they can resist. This has had the effect of several worlds rebelling. So far Taenix and the Vorta Council have worked with those world that have openly rebelled, while quietly taking out others. How long she can continue to do this, though, is an open question. Excalibur has uncovered several cache's of weapons, including on their last mission, a supply of Romulan weapons that matched serial codes with some they'd turned over to SI. Unfortunately, before they could prove that, an explosion in the market where the team found them being sold destroyed the evidence. Back at the station, Corizon began to look into the matter and set up a meeting with a Romulan ambassador to look more deeply into it. That Ambassador was assassinated and Camelot is launching an investigation. To get them out of the public eye for a bit, Excalibur is being sent on a "simple" mission to deliver parts to a starbase being constructed at the mouth of the wormhole on the GQ side. It has been three days since we last met and most of the supplies Excalibur will be delivering have been brought aboard. Engineering has been asked to begin assembling it. Onion and Security continue to check out leads on the smugglers, while medical has been given a fancy new supply of medical equipment to play with. En route to the starbase construction site, Corizon received a call with Semil. Semil informed Corizon of his plan to give Taenix and the Vorta Council an ultimatum regarding the Grail, which enables communication with the Founders and had been located by the Excalibur over a year earlier. He also wondered what Corizon planned to do to stop the flow of weapons from the Alpha Quadrant, noting that while he supported the insurgencies cropping up, that he feared violent rebellion would only play into Taenix's hand and eventually end in a blood bath. Corizon reluctantly revealed that Starfleet was largely blocking his efforts to launch a full scale investigation. Shortly after the conversation, Corizon informed the bridge to bring the ship closer to the Idran system and then drop out of warp long enough to complete "diagnostics," he also called the chief engineer to his ready room. Cloak and dagger events seem on the horizon. TBS: 36 Hours

I am a Horrible person, so here's a backlog of chat logs. 100310.txt 101010.txt 101710.txt 102410.txt 103110.txt 110310.txt

“What do you mean he’s dead?” Vice-Admiral Misha Abronvonvich was incredulous and somewhere between shock and disbelief. “I thought it was a pretty static term,” Corizon said dryly. “I know what the hell the word means; just how did he die…” “Won’t know till the tox report comes back.” For a long moment silence engulfed the commlink. “Captain. Ah-Windu, can you seriously not go twenty minutes without causing or being part of a major diplomatic incident? Is that possible for you?” Stoic, Corizon remained impassive. “It certainly wasn’t my intent.” “You set this whole thing up!” “If you’re referring to the meeting with Ambassador tr’Lon,” he said, “that is correct. I did arrange the meeting, but only after you, the admiralty, and ATAG approved of it.” “Don’t remind me.” “I find it prudent to do so, sir, when an accusatory finger is jabbed my way.” “Is this how you’ve kept your job so long?” “Excuse me?” “You’re one slick SOB.” “I have been accused of that before,” Corizon said slyly as the tension finally defused. “Have the Romulans been informed?” “Ambassador Joy…” “Oh for the love of god.” “Sir?” “Of all the people … the space robot lawyer.” “Android, sir.” “Whatever.” Abronvonvich’s craggy face contorted further as the thought coalesced. “Well at least she’ll keep them busy. God the ######’s going to hit the fan back home when they hear about this, you know that right?” Corizon lifted an ear and raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t exactly aware that I’d done anything against regulations.” “No,” Abronvonvich said with a labored patience. “But you know that when it comes to this sort of thing, being a pain in the ass to elected officials can sometimes be worse for an officer’s career than breaking rules.” “Politics,” Corizon said with a growl, “is something I have even less time for than diplomacy.” “Yet I find you constantly engaged in both.” “I think I am insulted.” “I am sure you are. Listen, I’ll pass the word along to Command and see what they say. Go ahead and start investigating, keep me apprised.”

OOC Date August 29, 2010 IC Date July 1, 2385 Bryiam's major city trembles from the aftershocks of a major explosion which tore the market apart, with a large number of Excalibur crew trapped and injured as a result. The assorted crew attempt to contact the ship to be located and rescued when a second explosion occurs at one of the fuel gel plants. TBS: 3 hrs

OOC Date August 22, 2010 IC Date July 1, 2385 The great Bryamiad cultural program continues with plenty of shopping and socializing. Victria observes the local ring-fighting, while Makisu and Teykier come across an interesting find in one of the vendor's stalls: an illicit Romulan disruptor. Just as they try to get more information about it, a massive explosion occurs, centered in the urban area. TBS: 10 minutes

OOC Date August 15, 2010 IC Date July 1, 2385 The crew of the Excalibur is given leave to explore the planet Bryiam, which has a wide range of activities available to the crew, from outdoor shopping to adventure hikes. Visitors are given the privilege of getting to know Bryamiad culture better at the bazaar and on the endurance challenge, and a great deal of bartering occurs. TBS: 3 hrs

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is in orbit of Byyriam where several crew members were injured either as a result of or secondary results from of a massive explosion in the cities central market. Engineering and medical continue to offer assistance, while security has been aiding in the investgation. Science and anyone else who wants to is trying to get back to normal by touring one of the largest Fuel Gel plants on the planet. We also learned that the weapon that Teykier and Cloud found before BOOM happened was of the same as one we'd found several weeks earlier. 091210.txt

MISSION BREIF: Excalibur was enjoying a lovely leave when a big boom occured in the market, followed by a second explosion in the northern part of the city at a fuel plant. Nearly an hour has passed and though the area is still panic stricken and chaotic, local authorities with the help of the Excalibur have cordoned off the area and started to clear it out with survivors going to both local hospitals and the Excalibur. 090510.txt

MISSION BREIF: Excalibur was enjoying a lovely leave when a big boom occured in the market, followed by a second explosion in the northern part of the city at a fuel plant. Nearly an hour has passed and though the area is still panic stricken and chaotic, local authorities with the help of the Excalibur have cordoned off the area and started to clear it out with survivors going to both local hospitals and the Excalibur.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's crew has been granted semi-leave to explore Bryiam, while Corizon negotiations. Each department head has a full range of activities planned for their unit. Let the fun begin. 081510.txt

Log catch up. 082210.txt 082910.txt

“I see you came after all.” Putting her drink down and looking over at the man dressed in all black, she rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Well,” he said with a smile. “Loyalty can be a strange thing.” “My loyalty,” she said coldly, “is with the Federation and the Alpha Quadrant.” “Oh,” he said. “Is that why you’re here?” Glowering, she ordered another drink. “Yes,” she said sharply. “Don’t forget that either.” “Good,” he said turning his back to the bar. “I wouldn’t what you to be working for me for more trivial reasons. The good of the Federation is at stake here and…” “Spare me the melodramatic ‘good of the Federation,’” she said, putting the glass of amber-colored liquid to her lips. “I don’t need to be convinced that I am here for the right reasons. If I didn’t, I would have already told…” The pale figure next to her lifted a brow. “Already told your captain?” “Yes.” “If we were worried about that, we never would have approached you.” Frowning, she took another drink and paid the bartender. “What is it you want me to do, exactly?” “We simply need a pair of eyes on him. We want to know what he’s doing before anyone else. You know as well as we do that he’s not above taking matters into his own hands at the risk of the Federation. We need to know about it before he does it.” “If you have so much evidence on him,” she asked. “Why not simply arrest him, or have him transferred out of this quadrant?” “He has friends in high places,” the man said snidely. “If we had enough to move on him, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we.” “So you need a mole.” “Something like that.” “Why me?” “He’s not exactly new at this whole spy game,” the man said. "If we moved someone aboard new, he might notice or look into their background. You have the virtue of already being assigned to his ship." "So are six hundred other people," she pointed out. "Why me?" she asked again. We knew you'd be trustworthy," he said, taking a drink. "Besides, we also knew that you'd have the proper skill set required to do what we need done." "Which is observation. And only observation." She took another sip of her drink. "Anything else, and we renegotiate. I won't go around doing your dirty work for you." Turning, she gave him a look that was nearly a glare. "That's more than agreeable. My associates and I have no interest in using you for anything more than that." She considered him for a long moment, then nodded. "Will I be compensated?" Slyly, the man took another drink. "Well, knowing that you're securing the safety of the Federation should be enough, but perhaps another pip will find its way on to your uniform." Her eyes actually lit up. "A promotion," she breathed. "Yes, that would be fair payment, wouldn't it? Protect the true interests of the Federation, and advance to..." She frowned. "But if you targeted me as your... eyes and ears on the ship, won't he?" She finished her drink, muttering. "Corizon can be a crafty son of a bitch, sometimes." "Its a possibility. But given that there are competing interests aboard your ship as is, he likely won't be able to filter enough static to find you." "I won't worry, then. He has no reason to suspect anyone of anything. Not if he has a clear conscience." She paused. "He should have to be accountable to somebody. We all know what he does when he's let off of the leash entirely." She seemed confident enough, but at the same time she sounded as if she were trying to convince somebody: herself. "Very good then. You'll find instructions for how often we expect updates, as well guidelines for unscheduled updates and a manual for how to encode your transmissions in your quarters aboard Excalibur." She let out an unladylike snort. "I'm sure I'll need that." She set her empty glass down, sliding out of the seat and casting a last gaze at the black-clad figure. "You can rely on me and my discretion. I won't fail you." "See to it that you don't."

OOC Date August 8, 2010 IC Date July 1, 2385 Arriving in orbit and gaining clearance from the Bryiamid officials, the Excalibur grew begins a week long exploration of the planet below while Corizon prepares to play diplomat. Medical will be touring various medical facilities, while science and engineering engage in cultural and technological exchanges, while tours of the Bryiamid Fuel Gel facilities will occur later in the visit. Security, meanwhile, is taking a relaxed approach and while several members are engaging in an endurance race, most have been given leave to explore the planet. TBS: 2 Hours