KhreRiovtRex

With the USS Arcadia back in Federation space, the RES Talon had turned towards ch'Rihan, intent upon taking our new allies to meet the Daise Fvillah (the head Preator) and the Rihan Deihu and draw up a formal treaty. However, upon receiving our new allies aboard the ship, those of the crew which had already been mentally turned to Squid's control, assisted them in the coercion of more of the crew upon receiving telepathic commands to believe and obey the Squids. t'Rexan was explicitly ordered, na to contact Rihannsu Galae, and that the ship was to change course. Several of the Talon crew resisted, and they were punished immediately with severe pain, to the point of being incompacitated. t'Rexan tried to hold out, to fight them, but she too ended up on her knees, pleading for it to stop. Continued resistance brought more pain, and eventually Sir Squidsalot motioned for t'Aejhae to take command of the ship and dispose of the Khre'Riov, away from view of the crew, should she na come around to their thinking. The Squids once again sent painful thoughts to those resisting, and then most went to return to their ships. t'Aejhae having failed to get t'Rexan to obey the Squids, began to lead her to a more private area, to dispose of her. With the Squids gone, t'Rexan was able to pull enough strength to order n'Dak and n'Dak to take t'Aejhae into custody. Doing so, t'Rexan had time to order tr'Guard to have H'dan send a brief message to the USS Arcadia, knowing that deep down, the woman would still know the code to contact them. It was a risk to send it, but it also was the only loophole she had. The Arcadia, could just as easily, blow them to bits, as to help them, but it may be the only chance. t'Rexan returned to the oria, to see just where the Squid were taking them. We pick up here tonight......

Cloaked....yea, back where I used to live, you can say they were cloaked. They would hide behind a pinetree on horseback with the radar gun and snag people going through our neighborhood on every really nice summer evening they could. Though, it was fun to watch peoples faces when they were waved over by a guy on a horse.

Can't we all just get along!? T040226.doc

A Joint Log by Commander Dacotah and Khre'Riov t'Rexan A Missing Digit Production tr'Guard watched as the door shut behind the Khre’Riov, and motioned for the others to put the woman in the chair. As they went to grab her, one brandishing a large blade to let her know that there would be no hope of escape. Hayden dug her heels into the carpet, using all her strength to push against the guards. “H'dan....we do na mean au harm. But know this, we have our orders. Au will na be harmed if au cooperate. Now sit," the officer pointed towards the seat. Forced into the chair, she looked up. "Give me one good reason to believe you. And the name is Hayden. Get it right." “Have I injured au so far?" tr'Guard queried. Hayden looked at tr'Guard, and for a split second her features softened. "You have been the only that has not hurt me, so far." "Then let us attempt to keep it that way. However, the Khre'Riov has deemed that au will now be known as H'dan. We must follow that order. I suggest au try to remember it as well. It will save au much grief." Her features hardened again, "You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Hayden." "H'nah fhaen, H’dan. Please relax. If au cooperate, the only thing that will be injured this day, will be au pride,' She sat stiffly in the chair, staring at tr'Guard. "I'm trusting you, because I have no other choice, but believe this ... if you are lying to me. I will find a way to cut out your entrails and stuff them down your throat." “Charming. Au have such a refined and lady-like way of presenting yourself. It is of na wonder, that au Captain said that au loss, would be of na trifle to him,” tr’Guard arched a brow at her, then nodded slightly. As she glared at tr'Guard, one of the guards behind her grabbed her disheveled braid, and slashed the large blade down across it, cutting it from its place on her head. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this the hard way, however, it seems that au still wish to be defiant." tr'Guard motioned to a few of the others in the room, and they moved to grab her arms and legs, securing them to the arms and legs of the chair. “Secure her, be firm, but do na injure her.” Hayden gasped as the severed braid was thrown into her lap. "t'Mira, au know what au are to do. Cut the hair into a proper Rihan fashion, then it is to be dyed a dark black, and do na miss the eyebrows.” The Arrain turned to another of the female guards, "The Khre'Riov also wants that paint off her fingers and toes. See to it. File them down smooth so she is na able to scratch anyone should she try to cause trouble." Hayden stared straight ahead, refusing to even acknowledge tr'Guard. She knew that at this point, it would be useless to struggle. "It's only hair," she whispered. "It doesn't matter what color it is or how long or short it is. I am not defined by my hair." tr'Guard stooped down in front of her. "Please, just remain calm and still, and this will be over shortly. It is a security measure, to make au less noticeable to the Lloann'na....as well as to some of our own, such as that fvai such as was in the lift with us. I do apologize to au for him. He will be severely punished for his actions." t'Mira, stepped around Dacotah, and began to cut the hair into a short, bowl shape, with a slight indent above the ear for the tip, then realizing there was no tip, but cut it proper as if there were one anyhow. Another of the guards, had taken one of the smaller knives, and was paring the fingernails down to the nubs and scrapping the polish from the fingers. A third was removing the paint from the woman's feet, dirty from walking barefoot. Hayden's green eyes locked onto tr'Guard's. "You don't give a girl many options, do you?" she coolly responded, nodding toward the guards working on her manicure and pedicure. "I will remain still, tr'Guard. You have my word, though you probably deem it worthless." "Hann'yyo. Na. Au seem to be one that would hold to mnhei'sahe. One's honor, is what some hold most important to themselves." tr’Guard watched as golden hair fell on the floor and her lap, cut very short, and nothing like it had been. Between the haircut and the bruises, it was difficult to see the same woman that had been captured only a short while ago. Two of the guards then picked up her chair, and carried it to the 'fresher room, where they set it by a cleaning station. Hayden let out a small sigh, "Then you have my word. I will remain still for this little makeover the Khre Riov has ordered. Though, it would be easier for the colorist if the restraints were removed. "Rekkhai, it will take a while for the dye to take hold, perhaps another 5 siruen. Once I put it in, they can finish up her fingers," tr'Guard looked at t'Mira, who nodded in agreement with the Lloann'na woman. "Very well, loosen the restraints. But remember H'dan, there is na place to go. Cooperation, will be rewarded. Resistance, will be punished" “I have every intention of coming out of this alive, tr'Guard. I know when to play my cards and when to fold,” as the restraints were removed, and t'Mira motioned for her to sit by the sink, so that the dye could be applied. Hayden sat, and was for the first time was pleased that there was no mirror nearby Out in the other room, the door opened, and t'Rexan entered, with a bundle of cloth held under her arm. "Is it finished?" seeing the cut hair on the floor. t’Mira quickly rubbed in the dye, and made sure to hit the eyebrows, as tr'Guard went to meet the Khre'Riov. He snapped to vaed’rae and saluted, "Rekkhai, it is almost complete." The smell of the dye invaded her nostrils and made her scalp itch. Hayden wrinkled her nose and looked up the Rihan that was coloring her hair, "What is this stuff, it reeks to high heaven," "What about the nails, was that paint scrapped off, and shortened?" t'Rexan asked, moving over to watch the progress. tRex hearing the woman complain, "It is better than au deserve. Au least still have au life. Here.....this is au new uniform. Put it on" t'Rexan dropped the tunic made of a rough, course burlap onto the floor, along with a pair of brown trousers Hayden tapped the ends of her fingertips against the arm of the chair the feeling of the fleshy tips against a surface unusual to her. She looked down at the burlap and then up at t'Rexan. "Thank you for removing the staples, Khre’Riov.” “Mnekha, au are at least learning to say 'thank-you'. Evidently, au can be taught." tr'Guard, dispose of that Lloann'na uniform. And get her a pair of black work boots to go with it." t'Mira finished with the dye, "I am finished Khre'Riov, but it needs to be rinsed." Hayden remained the chair and gave t'Rex a sugary sweet smile. "Easily enough done,” as t’Rexan shoved Dacotah and the chair over backwards, dumping them both onto the floor of the shower unit, and reaching over to hit the button for the cold water rinse. “Clean her up, I will wait khoi hrrau the other room, to see the results. The remnants of her uniform were roughly removed and she gasped as the icy water pelted her skin. The guards withdrew, and she quickly scrubbed the grime from her body, not knowing how long she would be allowed this chance to clean off, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She slid her hands over her body, feeling the tender spots and wincing as she palpated the bruises. Finally she reached up, to grasp her hair as she always had done, and felt her hands close upon nothing. Slowly, she raked her fingers upward feeling the blunt edge of her new haircut, and her hands began shaking. A towel was thrust into the shower as the water was shut off, "Dry off and get dressed." Quickly she toweled off and slid the coarse burlap tunic over her head, the material immediately irritating her skin. The trousers were made of a similar material and Hayden gritted her teeth as she loosely knotted the short rope belt that held them up. She stepped forward to the anteroom where tr’Guard waited, and he held for a pair of sturdy black boots. "Fhaen, put these on." "What you couldn't find anything uglier?" Hayden muttered as she stooped over and slid her feet into the boots, feeling like she was lacing blocks of concrete onto her feet. "Follow me," ordered tr'Guard. ”The Khre’Riov had to return to the oira to deal with our new allies. I’ve been ordered to take au down to the Daise Maenak, for further procedures.”

I would like to thank Daise Erei'Riov t'Ksa, for dusting off, and posting some very good logs from the Talon's historic files. It's great to see some of the old names, as well as refresh or introduce some ship's history to the rest of the crew and our guests. Hann'yyo!! t'Rex

What do au think, my Rihannsu crew?

By popular demand..... I'm wearing them!!

I can see it now....after the spinning bat'leth, put it into the Klingon's mouth, and you win a free game!! LOL

Wow!!! That's all I can say just now...... Great Log tKsa!! t'Rex

Here you go!! The end of the Wednesday sim is pasted to the top of this file. ThuLog219.txt

A Joint Log by Lt Cdr Dacotah and Khre'Riov tRexan A Missing Digit Production "MOOSE!" Dac screamed as loud as she could, but it was useless. The force field and the design of the room were such that any sound she made was absorbed. She stared in frustration at the monitor that t'Rex had left on for her viewing pleasure. They were right there, right on the other side of that door and she couldn't reach them! On the monitor, she watched as t'Rexan continued to have a heated conversation, a trading of barbs and threats with Captain Moose. There was no sound, simply the visual picture, but she watched in fascinated horror, what transpired next. She watched as t’Rex retrieved something from out of view, which had been wrapped in cloth. She opened it, and held out to Moose the digit that had been severed from her hand, and saw the cold look that overtook his face. "He won't believe I'm dead. He can't," she whispered. The drama on the screen continued to unfold, as t'Rexan motioned for one of the Lloann'na officers to scan the finger. It was obvious from the officer's outstretched hands that he no longer had the device, and after several gestures, the device was placed into his hands. From the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw the Rihan guard smirk. Hayden bit back a sharp retort and returned her attention to the monitor. "Please," she silently pleaded, "please don't believe her. I’m here. I'm in here!" Riveted to the screen, she watched as the crewman began to scan the finger and worse yet, as t'Rex dropped a pair of bloody boots at Moose's feet. Her blood, they would scan it, and think her dead. The very blood that came from when t'Rexan had hit her with the boots, drawing blood from the crease the heel dug into her cheek. Moose and her crewmates all glanced down at the boots, then back to the finger. More words were exchanged, the boots scanned as well, a lot of finger pointing, and then some other activity began, as more of the Romulans appeared on the bridge. Hayden sank down into the chair, watching the play by play unwilling to believe that Moose and Lo'Ami would buy whatever story t'Rex was spewing forth. She saw Moose's face become very serious and he said something to t'Rex and then turned, the rest of the away team following. "NO!" Hayden screamed. "You can't believe her! I'm not dead!" t'Rexan stepped over to where she knew the recording device was, and grinned at it, knowing that the Dacotah woman would be crushed. Turning, t’Rexan motioned for a set of guards to escort their guests to the airlock, and then went back over, and picked up the boots. "I don't understand what makes them so upset over these, but I know a tool when I see it," the Romulan woman said, holding the boots up in front of her. She took the boot, and held it to the sole of her own boot. "It's the correct size. Mnekha, but na any good for combat though. She must stay on the ship in dangerous situations. But still, for the time being." t'Rexan reached down, and began to pull off her own boots, all black, and shined to a clear reflection, but also heavily used. She pulled on the boot, which surprisingly fit like a glove. She repeated it with the other boot. Hayden looked at the grinning image of t'Rex and felt her blood run cold. She shoved the monitor onto the floor and it shattered into a hail of sparks. "Damn you to hell, Khre’Riov," Hayden hissed vehemently. Hayden wrapped her arms around herself to fight off the chill settling in her bones. She was filthy and covered in blood. Her uniform was badly torn and her hair was coming loose from its braid, making her look even more disheveled. Back on the oira, t’Rexan stood up, and walked around the oira, showing her new boots off. "So, what do au all think? Perhaps, if I had worn them for the Lloann'na captain, as she did, I'd have gotten him to smile," as she let out a chill laugh. "Inform me when that shuttle is gone. Then,” cracking her knuckles, “I will deal with our guest. In the meantime, I want au to prepare secure quarters for her. She will be with us for some time. I intend on returning her to ch'Rihan, for intensive interrogations so that we may employ what new Lloann'na tactic's she knows in the Academy training. If she survives that, I have my own personal plans for her." Hayden stared mutely at the guards, for the moment all the fight had gone from her and she simply sat there unsure of how to proceed next. tr'Guard stood within the conference room, holding his place, and leaving the prisoner alone. He was the assistant Tactical officer, and had reported to t'Shaeni, and not to n’Dak and the goon squad. Elements be praised for small favors. He had also served the Khre’Riov long enough to know, that this th’ann, should be treated with at least some measure of respect, at least until it was decided she should na. “Daise Erei’Riov Dacotah, fhaen take a seat in the chair, au will find it more comfortable,” he pulled the chair out for her, and stood aside. Hayden moved to the chair and sat down with almost robotic movements. She never looked at the guard nor acknowledged that he had spoken to her. tr'Guard nodded, and motioned for the erein to bring her a glass of water. The young erein moved to the dinghl, a Rihan version of the replicator, and brought her the water, lingering a moment longer than necessary, as he leaned over her shoulder to set it down, his breath heavy on the back of her neck. He moved to brush her ear with his mouth, but tr’Guard cleared his throat, and the erein quickly withdrew to his post by the door, glaring at tr'Guard for interrupting. He would have to make sure he did na leave this erein here with the Khre'Riov's prize th'ann, for fear that the erein, would damage her. The erein, on the other hand, had other thoughts. On the oira, t'Rexan got word that the Federation shuttle was departing, and she had it put on the main viewer. She reached up, pressing her t'Liss, "+tr'Guard+ Au may wish to show our guest to the window. The view is especially interesting at the moment. " She heard the *clunk* of the glass being set down before noticing his grip on her arm, and then was pulled to her feet and pushed over to the window by the heavy-handed erein. Hayden looked blankly out the window as the shuttle powered up its engines. t'Shaeni. She was dead. Clinging to life, only due to the stasis unit that held her, it was the same as being dead, and it was their fault. They had invaded the Neutral Zone. It was their incursion that had pulled us to this sector of space. We had just defeated the Klingons. We were due to return home, not here. It would be so easy to just power weapons, and destroy the shuttle. It was so tempting. It was a temptation that she was barely able to hold in check, but she would hold her temper for now. There was no telling what the new aliens, who suddenly wanted to be allies would do if she were to start firing weapons. No, they would have this Federation crew make their repairs, and send them upon their way. Then, she would deal with these new creatures. She still did na trust this new species, that had so suddenly thrust themselves into Rihan space, or had disabled her ship so easily. The worst part of all of this, was that she was going to eventually have to tell her sister, that her daughter, no, my daughter, was dead. Hayden stared at the departing shuttle, as it headed back to the Arcadia. She should be with them, but instead she was here, locked in this nightmare. "Light," Hayden whispered out loud. She had seen him clustered on the oira with the other away team members. "Trichon," she said again, closing her eyes and bringing his image to focus in her mind. She drew all her attention inward, focusing only on reaching out her mind. The further away the shuttle moved the less likely she could make any link with him. It was her only hope. Trichon was only half El-Aurian so there was the possibility that he would not be able to *hear* her at all, but she had to try. A momentary flicker of hope alighted in her soul. Then she realized, that the force field, would most likely block this attempt as well. L'haiy took a deep breath, and held back the emotion that threatened to break to the surface as she motioned to one of the other officers beside her. "Au have the oira. I must deal with the th'ann, so that if our new friends should meet her, any descriptions of her will na get back to the Federation. To them...I wish her yy'a. t'Rexan moved to the door of the conference room, and keyed in her access code, releasing the force field momentarily. "Trichon," she whispered, staring out the window. "I'm here. I'm not dead. I'm here. Trichon." "Rekkhai," the tactical officer stopped t’Rex before she entered the conference room. "Rekkhai, shields have been restored. Shall we raise them?" "Ie, t'Miru. Raise shields, and once we have weapons, I want them powered, and weapons lock on that ship until it's gone." "Trichon!" His name reverberated in her mind. "Ie Rekkhai, it will be as au order," t'Miru turned and returned to the oira to raise the shields. tr'Guard and the other officer snapped to vaed'rae as she entered and crisply saluted. t'Rexan motioned for them to stand back, as she entered the room. The Dacotah woman, stood brushing her fingers against the polarized window, as the Federation shuttle got smaller and smaller. "Au were right. He said he didn't care what we had done with au. In fact, he has accepted your remains, and will be returning to his ship. We thought we should allow au family to at least to have some closure, to be able to bury au remains ... or ... remaining digit I should say. However, he seemed to like my idea better, and plans on displaying it upon his own wall. Imagine that!” Hayden dropped her head and turned around, "I'm not prone to lie." Her eyes alighted with fire, "Unlike you." “It was...an exaggeration. To them, au are as good as dead,” t’Rexan grinned again. "A lie is a lie, no matter how prettily wrapped the package." “One does what is necessary, to get through life D'cotah. The person au were, is na longer. First, au will be taken to ch’Rihan, and if au survive, au will be taken to ch'Havran, where au will serve as a hfehan, a servant in my household. Or, better yet, my sister will believe she is owed a life for you taking my....her child. Now that I’ve had a siuren to think, I have a better idea. Au will be known as H'dan from now on.” "So, you know the pain of losing a child? Then you should know that taking another will not bring that child back." t’Rexan spun angrily at the woman before her, “Do na push me H'dan. That child, now lies dead...as good as dead, in the medical bay, just decks below au. Perhaps au saw her lying there...while au were there being healed?” "I believe I did. She is quite beautiful, and bears a strong resemblance to you. Of course she's not quite as gray as you are." t'Rexan glared at the woman for her temerity. “Beauty, is often difficult to tell through plasma burns, au mean. Au sarcasm does na suit au. But, I am na an animal H'dan. I don't plan on killing you, at least na at this time. And on a personal level, I do apologize to au, for losing my temper and severing your digit. However, when dealing with loss, I tend to respond with vengeance, and a need for revenge." "No!?" Hayden looked at her with wide eyes and let her vision roam over to the *spoon* collection and then down to her own prosthetic. For a moment, her eyes narrow, "unless, au were the one that ordered that torpedo fired?" t’Rexan queried? "I was on the station at the time of the torpedo being fired. I could not have issued such an order. And I believe you don't plan on killing me. If that were the case I think you would have done that already. “ Drawn to where Dacotah eyes lingered, "I see au have seen my ‘spoon collection’. I have a 'special' hatred for Cardassians. You see, they killed my e’lev in an ambush. So now, I will take from them, until I feel my need for vengeance has been fulfilled. Then again, au people, have taken my daughter from me, haven't au. But as I just said, I do na plan on killing au, unless, au want me to be the liar au continue to accuse me of being? " "Do you plan on hating everyone Khre’Riov?" Dacotah noted to herself, that on more than one occasion, that the Khre’Riov had referred to the dead or injured woman, as her daughter, or her sister’s daughter. She would have to figure out which it was, and find a way to use it to her advantage. "Na, there are a number of very good Rihannsu officers that I trust, as well as the fact that I have too much respect for several of my colleagues in your Federation that I had fought beside during the Dominion War." "And yet, upon me, you saddle the sins of our recent encounter," Hayden quickly replied, pulling her gaze from the ghastly display of Cardassian head bones. "This is why I was surprised so much by au ship being here, cloaked with weapons powering. Au provoked this, not I. So do na even try to put this on me." "Weapons powering, but not firing." Hayden let out a small sigh, "You won't have my death on your hands, you will just turn me over to someone else that will do it." "As au asked, ‘do I plan on hating everyone’? The answer is, na. But mnhae'sahe, honor, demands that at least some compensation, some payment be made. That is why, au life, is now mine. Au will be hfehan hrrau the Hfihar t'Rexan. Servant to my house. " "You can kiss my lily white….." her voice trailed in anger, cutting short, only as she met t’Rexan’s gaze. "Shhhhh,” said t’Rexan, holding her blade to her lips, halting the angry retort from her prisoner. “Na, I said I will na kill au, but I will have au cleaning my floors and windows." "Someone will notice me and word will get back to the Federation. It's simply a matter of time," Dacotah spit back at her. "Ie, I had thought of that as well. tr'Guard, au and the erein, will bring her with me to the quarters I have had prepared for her. Take her." The two guards quickly moved forward, one grabbing her by the arm, the other training his weapon upon her. Hayden tried to shrug the guard’s hands off her, the one brushing her damaged cheek as he pulled her to her feet. "I can walk on my own. I really have no place to run to, do I?” "Au will come with us at once. We intend upon making sure, au will na be.....noticed. Follow me.” t'Rexan turned, exiting the conference room, and moving towards the lift. Hayden moved, as she felt the disruptor poke her in the back and followed the guards, a shiver of fear creeping up the back of her neck. Ahead of her, t'Rexan waited in the lift, and watched as she was shoved into it as well. The guards shove the woman they've been told to refer to as only H'dan, into the lift. “Deck Dev, “ ordered t’Rexan. Hayden stood in the lift. Overpowering the guards was not possible, perhaps once they arrived at the quarters t'Rex had set up, she may have a chance. "So, H'dan, what do au think of my new boots? They're imported au see," as t’Rexan motioned to her feet with an embellished flourish. Hayden swallowed and looked t'Rex in the eyes. "Quite fetching is my first thought. Although a woman of style would instantly know that those boots are completely wrong for those trousers. Really, flared legged trousers are very 23rd century.” "I've had enough of au lip, H'dan," t’Rexan quickly backhanding her across the face. A hfe'han, does na speak like that, to their hru'hfirh, or Head of House, as I am to au. Learn au place!!! And au want to worry about style? All of aur hfe'han, wear a simple brown tunic, so they blend into the background, and are na seen when we do na wish them to be seen. Au will get used to it." Hayden's head snapped back and she immediately tasted blood in her mouth. She fell against one of the guards who roughly set her upright, as though just touching her was a disgusting job in itself. She blotted the blood against her shirt sleeve, "Does it come with a belt? They make nice accessory pieces." The Erein, having the th'ann fall into him, stood her back up, but then began to run his hand through her hair, and up and down her neck. "Au are, beautiful, but I will tame au mouth," as he jerked her head around to kiss her. A flash caught Hayden's eye as something whizzed past her head. She swung around to punch the slime that was touching her, but stopped in mid swing, as she heard a yelp behind her. 'Argh!," the erein looked in shock, as his hand was now pinned to the wall of the lift. t'Rexan's kaleh stood quivering through the erein's wrist, a few strands of blonde hair protruding between his fingers. Hayden's hand reached up to the spot from where the hair had been pulled and looked back at t'Rex. "You disgust me!! Au are a disgrace to this ship," as she steps over pulling the blade from his arm, as the lift door opens. "Au will report to the br'tehh. There au will be given bread rations for khi, four weeks. tr'Guard, au will verify these orders with n'Dak's staff once we are finished." She turns and wipes the blood on the guard’s tunic, before she turns back to H'dan. " I will na put up with that type of behavior, even to a servant, or th'ann. It is disgraceful and humiliating.” t'Rexan stepped from the lift, and started heading down the corridor as the injured guard headed off the other way towards the br'tehh. "tr'Guard, bring her. I'm losing my patience." Lips swollen, she tried to mumble a 'thank you'. Flanked by the guard, Hayden followed the brisk stride of t'Rex down the corridor. They stopped before a plain door as it opened. Laying there on a tray, are several long blades, scissors, a basin of steaming water, while surrounded by several other guards. "Au know what do to with her. See to it. I will return, after I discipline that kllhe, that worm that is masquerading as one of my guards." t'Rexan turned on the heels of her new boots, and left as the door closed on H'dan, tr'Guard shoving her towards the others standing in the room. Hayden's eyes grew wide at the array of blades on the tray and the menacing looks of the four Rihan awaiting her the room. The tallest one picked up the longest blade and moved toward Hayden. "I knew it. That lying b*tch! I knew it!"

A Joint Log by t'Rex and Dacotah A Missing Digit Production "MOOSE!" Dac screamed as loud as she could, but it was useless. The force field and the design of the room were such that any sound she made was absorbed. She stared in frustration at the monitor that t'Rex had left on for her viewing pleasure. They were right there, right on the other side of that door and she couldn't reach them! On the monitor, she watched as t'Rexan continued to have a heated conversation, a trading of barbs and threats with Captain Moose. There was no sound, simply the visual picture, but she watched in fascinated horror, what transpired next. She watched as t’Rex retrieved something from out of view, which had been wrapped in cloth. She opened it, and held out to Moose the digit that had been severed from her hand, and saw the cold look that overtook his face. "He won't believe I'm dead. He can't," she whispered. The drama on the screen continued to unfold, as t'Rexan motioned for one of the Lloann'na officers to scan the finger. It was obvious from the officer's outstretched hands that he no longer had the device, and after several gestures, the device was placed into his hands. From the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw the Rihan guard smirk. Hayden bit back a sharp retort and returned her attention to the monitor. "Please," she silently pleaded, "please don't believe her. I’m here. I'm in here!" Riveted to the screen, she watched as the crewman began to scan the finger and worse yet, as t'Rex dropped a pair of bloody boots at Moose's feet. Her blood, they would scan it, and think her dead. The very blood that came from when t'Rexan had hit her with the boots, drawing blood from the crease the heel dug into her cheek. Moose and her crewmates all glanced down at the boots, then back to the finger. More words were exchanged, the boots scanned as well, a lot of finger pointing, and then some other activity began, as more of the Romulans appeared on the bridge. Hayden sank down into the chair, watching the play by play unwilling to believe that Moose and Lo'Ami would buy whatever story t'Rex was spewing forth. She saw Moose's face become very serious and he said something to t'Rex and then turned, the rest of the away team following. "NO!" Hayden screamed. "You can't believe her! I'm not dead!" t'Rexan stepped over to where she knew the recording device was, and grinned at it, knowing that the Dacotah woman would be crushed. Turning, t’Rexan motioned for a set of guards to escort their guests to the airlock, and then went back over, and picked up the boots. "I don't understand what makes them so upset over these, but I know a tool when I see it," the Romulan woman said, holding the boots up in front of her. She took the boot, and held it to the sole of her own boot. "It's the correct size. Mnekha, but na any good for combat though. She must stay on the ship in dangerous situations. But still, for the time being." t'Rexan reached down, and began to pull off her own boots, all black, and shined to a clear reflection, but also heavily used. She pulled on the boot, which surprisingly fit like a glove. She repeated it with the other boot. Hayden looked at the grinning image of t'Rex and felt her blood run cold. She shoved the monitor onto the floor and it shattered into a hail of sparks. "Damn you to hell, Khre’Riov," Hayden hissed vehemently. Hayden wrapped her arms around herself to fight off the chill settling in her bones. She was filthy and covered in blood. Her uniform was badly torn and her hair was coming loose from its braid, making her look even more disheveled. Back on the oira, t’Rexan stood up, and walked around the oira, showing her new boots off. "So, what do au all think? Perhaps, if I had worn them for the Lloann'na captain, as she did, I'd have gotten him to smile," as she let out a chill laugh. "Inform me when that shuttle is gone. Then,” cracking her knuckles, “I will deal with our guest. In the meantime, I want au to prepare secure quarters for her. She will be with us for some time. I intend on returning her to ch'Rihan, for intensive interrogations so that we may employ what new Lloann'na tactic's she knows in the Academy training. If she survives that, I have my own personal plans for her." Hayden stared mutely at the guards, for the moment all the fight had gone from her and she simply sat there unsure of how to proceed next. tr'Guard stood within the conference room, holding his place, and leaving the prisoner alone. He was the assistant Tactical officer, and had reported to t'Shaeni, and not to n’Dak and the goon squad. Elements be praised for small favors. He had also served the Khre’Riov long enough to know, that this th’ann, should be treated with at least some measure of respect, at least until it was decided she should na. “Daise Erei’Riov Dacotah, fhaen take a seat in the chair, au will find it more comfortable,” he pulled the chair out for her, and stood aside. Hayden moved to the chair and sat down with almost robotic movements. She never looked at the guard nor acknowledged that he had spoken to her. tr'Guard nodded, and motioned for the erein to bring her a glass of water. The young erein moved to the dinghl, a Rihan version of the replicator, and brought her the water, lingering a moment longer than necessary, as he leaned over her shoulder to set it down, his breath heavy on the back of her neck. He moved to brush her ear with his mouth, but tr’Guard cleared his throat, and the erein quickly withdrew to his post by the door, glaring at tr'Guard for interrupting. He would have to make sure he did na leave this erein here with the Khre'Riov's prize th'ann, for fear that the erein, would damage her. The erein, on the other hand, had other thoughts. On the oira, t'Rexan got word that the Federation shuttle was departing, and she had it put on the main viewer. She reached up, pressing her t'Liss, "+tr'Guard+ Au may wish to show our guest to the window. The view is especially interesting at the moment." She heard the *clunk* of the glass being set down before she noticed his grip on her arm, and then was pulled to her feet and pushed over to the window by the heavy-handed erein. Hayden looked blankly out the window as the shuttle powered up its engines. t'Shaeni. She was dead. Clinging to life, only due to the stasis unit that held her, it was the same as being dead, and it was their fault. They had invaded the Neutral Zone. It was their incursion that had pulled us to this sector of space. We had just defeated the Klingons. We were due to return home, not here. It would be so easy to just power weapons, and destroy the shuttle. It was so tempting. It was a temptation that she was barely able to hold in check, but she would hold her temper for now. There was no telling what the new aliens, who suddenly wanted to be allies would do if she were to start firing weapons. No, they would have this Federation crew make their repairs, and send them upon their way. Then, she would deal with these new creatures. She still did na trust this new species, that had so suddenly thrust themselves into Rihan space, or had disabled her ship so easily. The worst part of all of this, was that she was going to eventually have to tell her sister, that her daughter, no, my daughter, was dead. Hayden stared at the departing shuttle, as it headed back to the Arcadia. She should be with them, but instead she was here, locked in this nightmare. "Light," Hayden whispered out loud. She had seen him clustered on the oira with the other away team members. "Trichon," she said again, closing her eyes and bringing his image to focus in her mind. She drew all her attention inward, focusing only on reaching out her mind. The further away the shuttle moved the less likely she could make any link with him. It was her only hope. Trichon was only half El-Aurian so there was the possibility that he would not be able to *hear* her at all, but she had to try. A momentary flicker of hope alighted in her soul. Then she realized, that the force field, would most likely block this attempt as well. L'haiy took a deep breath, and held back the emotion that threatened to break to the surface as she motioned to one of the other officers beside her. "Au have the oira. I must deal with the th'ann, so that if our new friends should meet her, any descriptions of her will na get back to the Federation. To them...I wish her yy'a. t'Rexan moved to the door of the conference room, and keyed in her access code, releasing the force field momentarily. "Trichon," she whispered, staring out the window. "I'm here. I'm not dead. I'm here. Trichon." "Rekkhai," the tactical officer stopped t’Rex before she entered the conference room. "Rekkhai, shields have been restored. Shall we raise them?" "Ie, t'Miru. Raise shields, and once we have weapons, I want them powered, and weapons lock on that ship until it's gone." "Trichon!" His name reverberated in her mind. "Ie Rekkhai, it will be as au order," t'Miru turned and returned to the oira to raise the shields. tr'Guard and the other officer snapped to vaed'rae as she entered and crisply saluted. t'Rexan motioned for them to stand back, as she entered the room. The Dacotah woman, stood brushing her fingers against the polarized window, as the Federation shuttle got smaller and smaller. "Au were right. He said he didn't care what we had done with au. In fact, he has accepted your remains, and will be returning to his ship. We thought we should allow au family to at least to have some closure, to be able to bury au remains ... or ... remaining digit I should say. However, he seemed to like my idea better, and plans on displaying it upon his own wall. Imagine that!” Hayden dropped her head and turned around, "I'm not prone to lie." Her eyes alighted with fire, "Unlike you." “It was...an exaggeration. To them, au are as good as dead,” t’Rexan grinned again. "A lie is a lie, no matter how prettily wrapped the package." “One does what is necessary, to get through life D'cotah. The person au were, is na longer. First, au will be taken to ch’Rihan, and if au survive, au will be taken to ch'Havran, where au will serve as a hfehan, a servant in my household. Or, better yet, my sister will believe she is owed a life for you taking my....her child. Now that I’ve had a siuren to think, I have a better idea. Au will be known as H'dan from now on.” "So, you know the pain of losing a child? Then you should know that taking another will not bring that child back." t’Rexan spun angrily at the woman before her, “Do na push me H'dan. That child, now lies dead...as good as dead, in the medical bay, just decks below au. Perhaps au saw her lying there...while au were there being healed?” "I believe I did. She is quite beautiful, and bears a strong resemblance to you. Of course she's not quite as gray as you are." t'Rexan glared at the woman for her temerity. “Beauty, is often difficult to tell through plasma burns, au mean. Au sarcasm does na suit au. But, I am na an animal H'dan. I don't plan on killing you, at least na at this time. And on a personal level, I do apologize to au, for losing my temper and severing your digit. However, when dealing with loss, I tend to respond with vengeance, and a need for revenge." "No!?" Hayden looked at her with wide eyes and let her vision roam over to the *spoon* collection and then down to her own prosthetic. For a moment, her eyes narrow, "unless, au were the one that ordered that torpedo fired?" t’Rexan queried? "I was on the station at the time of the torpedo being fired. I could not have issued such an order. And I believe you don't plan on killing me. If that were the case I think you would have done that already. “ Drawn to where Dacotah eyes lingered, "I see au have seen my ‘spoon collection’. I have a 'special' hatred for Cardassians. You see, they killed my e’lev in an ambush. So now, I will take from them, until I feel my need for vengeance has been fulfilled. Then again, au people, have taken my daughter from me, haven't au. But as I just said, I do na plan on killing au, unless, au want me to be the liar au continue to accuse me of being? " "Do you plan on hating everyone Khre’Riov?" Dacotah noted to herself, that on more than one occasion, that the Khre’Riov had referred to the dead or injured woman, as her daughter, or her sister’s daughter. She would have to figure out which it was, and find a way to use it to her advantage. "Na, there are a number of very good Rihannsu officers that I trust, as well as the fact that I have too much respect for several of my colleagues in your Federation that I had fought beside during the Dominion War. "And yet, upon me, you saddle the sins of our recent encounter," Hayden quickly replied, pulling her gaze from the ghastly display of Cardassian head bones. "This is why I was surprised so much by au ship being here, cloaked with weapons powering. Au provoked this, not I. So do na even try to put this on me." "Weapons powering, but not firing." Hayden let out a small sigh, "You won't have my death on your hands, you will just turn me over to someone else that will do it." "As au asked, ‘do I plan on hating everyone’? The answer is, na. But mnhae'sahe, honor, demands that at least some compensation, some payment be made. That is why, au life, is now mine. Au will be hfehan hrrau the Hfihar t'Rexan. Servant to my house." "You can kiss my lily white….." her voice trailed in anger, cutting short, only as she met t’Rexan’s gaze. "Shhhhh,” said t’Rexan, holding her blade to her lips, halting the angry retort from her prisoner. “Na, I said I will na kill au, but I will have au cleaning my floors and windows." "Someone will notice me and word will get back to the Federation. It's simply a matter of time," Dacotah spit back at her. "Ie, I had thought of that as well. tr'Guard, au and the erein, will bring her with me to the quarters I have had prepared for her. Take her." The two guards quickly moved forward, one grabbing her by the arm, the other training his weapon upon her. Hayden tried to shrug the guard’s hands off her, the one brushing her damaged cheek as he pulled her to her feet. "I can walk on my own. I really have no place to run to, do I?” "Au will come with us at once. We intend upon making sure, au will na be.....noticed. Follow me.” t'Rexan turned, exiting the conference room, and moving towards the lift. Hayden moved, as she felt the disruptor poke her in the back and followed the guards, a shiver of fear creeping up the back of her neck. Ahead of her, t'Rexan waited in the lift, and watched as she was shoved into it as well. The guards shove the woman they've been told to refer to as only H'dan, into the lift. “Deck Dev, “ ordered t’Rexan. Hayden stood in the lift. Overpowering the guards was not possible, perhaps once they arrived at the quarters t'Rex had set up, she may have a chance. "So, H'dan, what do au think of my new boots? They're imported au see," as t’Rexan motioned to her feet with an embellished flourish. Hayden swallowed and looked t'Rex in the eyes. "Quite fetching is my first thought. Although a woman of style would instantly know that those boots are completely wrong for those trousers. Really, flared legged trousers are very 23rd century.” "I've had enough of au lip, H'dan," t’Rexan quickly backhanding her across the face. A hfe'han, does na speak like that, to their hru'hfirh, or Head of House, as I am to au. Learn au place!!! And au want to worry about style? All of aur hfe'han, wear a simple brown tunic, so they blend into the background, and are na seen when we do na wish them to be seen. Au will get used to it." Hayden's head snapped back and she immediately tasted blood in her mouth. She fell against one of the guards who roughly set her upright, as though just touching her was a disgusting job in itself. She blotted the blood against her shirt sleeve, "Does it come with a belt? They make nice accessory pieces." The Erein, having the th'ann fall into him, stood her back up, but then began to run his hand through her hair, and up and down her neck. "Au are, beautiful, but I will tame au mouth," as he jerked her head around to kiss her. A flash caught Hayden's eye as something whizzed past her head. She swung around to punch the slime that was touching her, but stopped in mid swing, as she heard a yelp behind her. 'Argh!," the erein looked in shock, as his hand was now pinned to the wall of the lift. t'Rexan's kaleh stood quivering through the erein's wrist, a few strands of blonde hair protruding between his fingers. Hayden's hand reached up to the spot from where the hair had been pulled and looked back at t'Rex "You disgust me!! Au are a disgrace to this ship," as she steps over pulling the blade from his arm, as the lift door opens. "Au will report to the br'tehh. There au will be given bread rations for khi, four weeks. tr'Guard, au will verify these orders with n'Dak's staff once we are finished." She turns and wipes the blood on the guard’s tunic, before she turns back to H'dan. " I will na put up with that type of behavior, even to a servant, or th'ann. It is disgraceful and humiliating.” t'Rexan stepped from the lift, and started heading down the corridor as the injured guard headed off the other way towards the br'tehh. "tr'Guard, bring her. I'm losing my patience." Lips swollen, she tried to mumble a 'thank you'. Flanked by the guard, Hayden followed the brisk stride of t'Rex down the corridor. They stopped before a plain door as it opened. Laying there on a tray, are several long blades, scissors, a basin of steaming water, while surrounded by several other guards. "Au know what do to with her. See to it. I will return, after I discipline that kllhe, that worm that is masquerading as one of my guards." t'Rexan turned on the heels of her new boots, and left as the door closed on H'dan, tr'Guard shoving her towards the others standing in the room. Hayden's eyes grew wide at the array of blades on the tray and the menacing looks of the four Rihan awaiting her the room. The tallest one picked up the longest blade and moved toward Hayden. "I knew it. That lying b*tch! I knew it!"

End of Arcadia Joint simlog from 2/11 prefaces the Talon/Arcadia Joint Simlog for 2/12. Can't we just all get along?? Thu_Feb_12_23_a.doc

The RES Talon is still in orbit around Skoru III, a known barren planet in the Rihannsu Neutral Zone. We have dispatched an away team, along with two of the Federation prisoners to the surface after picking up Rihannsu lifeform readings from the surface. The readings appear to match that of the missing N'Dak. tr'Vor'Tic has been sent to the REF bay, to see if a RAC can be powered to head down to the surface and try to retrieve our team, as we've lost main power when hit by a strange energy beam. This beam has cut our power and we're running on emergency power only. We still have two members of the Arcadia crew in our br'tehh, as well as the commander in the conference room. Did the deceitful Federation ship fire this beam, or these mystery aliens that they claim are here?

- A Missing Boots Production - - A Joint Log by Khre'Riov t'Rexan and Commander Dacotah - - Subtitled in Federations standard to allow comprehension by our Federation compatriots - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ t'Rexan sat upon the bridge of the Talon, seething with rage at this new turn of events. "I'm getting too old for this crap." Rounding upon the Federation commander standing to her left, "What is this new weapon that au ship, has used against us? Tell me now!" The commander stood silently staring at the Romulan captain a moment longer, deciding if she would answer her. Finally, she took a deep breath, having decided to press her luck once again with this woman who was so handy with a blade. "Tell me the status of my shipmates, and I'll answer your question." t'Rexan, not believing the temerity of her captive, turns to the stand-in tactical officer tr'Vor'tic, "You have the bridge. I will be in my chambers with this one. Call me at once, if there are any new developments. Keep trying to contact the away team. And I want that escaped prisoner found at once. We will remain at condition red and hold position. Understood?" Not giving the young officer a chance to respond, she turns to the Federation commander once again. "You will come with me, to my chambers. Now I said," pointing towards the ready room. Dacotah thinks to herself, 'Great another trip to the chambers ... I wonder what will be lopped off next.' "Aye Captain," she answers aloud, as she walks towards the room she was taken to earlier. t'Rexan turns and glares at the bridge crew, then turns and watches the door open. Allowing the Commander egress, she follows her into the room, the door closing swiftly behind them both. The Federation Commander stops in front of the desk and turns, "One finger not enough for you, Captain?" "It is Khre'Riov, not Captain. I suppose according to your rank structure, it would relate to a Rear Admiral. However if you continue to be flippant, it may be your tongue that you lose next," as she turns to eye the rack of Cardassian spoons, which now also sported a human finger. "Now, sit," the older Rihan woman said, pointing to a seat across from the desk. "I will not repeat myself again, I said to sit!" "Fine. Khre'Riov then, if you are so worried about rank. I am Commander Dacotah, not some "Lloann'na blonde," as she took her seat. "Menkha. At last, you have decided to cooperate." "I believe, Khre'Riov, that we both want to come away from this incident relatively unscathed," pausing a moment to look at the prosthetic finger. "My being hostile will not facilitate that." "Though, why I should trust you after your people's blatant violation of treaty, escapes me. The Federation, using a cloak to ambush us, and in our space. Shame, shame Commander." "I don't ask you to trust me. I ask only that you listen. If you choose to believe my account of what transpired, that is your choice." t'Rexan sighed, and walked around her desk, sitting down in the large leather chair found behind it. "After working with the Federation and their untrustworthy allies, the Kll'inghannsu to end the Dominion War, and our helping to save you from the Jem Haddar, I would have thought that your peoples would have owed us more, than to have snuck into our space and attack us. As I had noted, we just came from repelling a Klingon invasion on our other boarder, and now, we find the Federation here. Choosing to claim you are chasing some other unknown aliens. Deceitful cowards. But fine, I will listen to your tale. Please, Commander Dacotah, proceed with your fabrication. See if you can persuade me with this yarn you are about to spin." Dacotah looked nearly exasperated with this woman. It was as if she didn't hear, or didn't want to hear a word she was saying. All she could do was begin, "We were responding to a distress call at the Saulk Station, which is on the border of the Neutral Zone. As you well know." "Yes, the spy station, on the edge of our space. We know of it. Please continue." Dacotah paused a moment longer, to see if the Khre'Riov would interrupt again, then continued, "The station had been attacked. The ion trail that we followed, lead us into the Neutral Zone. We had to determine who had assaulted the station and why. It was our intent to track down the perpetrators of this assault, and return to Federation Space. Nothing more." "You had no right, to cross into our space." "It's not your space, it's Neutral Space. You have no more right to be here than we do." "That is what your side claims, but then again, do not your people call it the "Romulan Neutral Zone"? We did not come here, until our detection grid, picked up a violation of our space. By the time we arrived, there had been a second crossing. Possibly you testing your new cloak, and crossing twice? However, if you were truly following a ship, you should have contacted our government, and we would have went after this ion trail. Or, if it had been a Rihannsu ship, were you prepared to enter Rihannsu space, and begin shooting? Was this cleared by your government? Are you prepared to start a war?" "Let me ask you, Khre'Riov, if the situation was reversed would you trust the Federation to handle such a matter to your level of satisfaction?" "All I know is that we had just repelled a doomed Klingon invasion of one of our more distant sectors. The Klingon's are well known to be your allies, your attack beasts. Yet, we responded, and we find you here. What are we to think? We are within our rights, to protect our ship and our sovereign space. This appears to be a classic two-pronged offensive." "True, but that did not involve the Saulk Station. As for who attacked whom, I would not know. I was in command of the away team thus unaware of what was happening aboard my ship. Perhaps you should ask my Captain." "Right, you know nothing….." "Khre'Riov, my knowledge is limited. The minute I was taken prisoner my information with my crew and my ship were cut off. What has transpired is as much a mystery to you as it is to me. I will tell you that we have had no contact with the Klingon vessel or incursion you mentioned. You can believe me or you cannot. There is no way for me to force you either way." "What is the frequency to contact au captain, and I will gladly discuss this with him." Dacotah stops for a moment, then smiles, "I may have been injured and a little stupid from the blood loss, but I'm not some dumb blonde. A general hail is all that is needed Khre'Riov." t'Rexan steeples her fingers and grins at the young woman sitting barefoot across from her. "Well, at least you have some wits. Very well, I believe you about not knowing about the Klingon force we were dealing with. They were too far away for you to have been in league with them, and they were too disorganized to have been in league with you. But as the First Officer of your ship, I do not believe that you have no information about your ship, or what your plans were. Standing from the seat, t'Rexan moves around the desk and momentarily stopping look at a holovid of herself, some other Rihannsu, a Klingon, and several Lloann'na aboard the place they called DS9. "I imagine there is much that you can answer for me." "It depends on the question, Khre'Riov." "You say you are chasing some alien. What species?" "At the time of my capture, that was undetermined." "And if your ship did not disrupt our power, is this weapon the real reason your people chase this alien vessel?" "It was a race unknown to us, as was their ship." "Yet, you chose to enter our space. You could have contacted us with the information, and we'd have investigated. What is the name of your Captain?" "We could have, yet we chose not to because such joint efforts are not welcomed by our peoples. Christopher Moose." "Joint effort, was what was forged, while defending this quadrant. The fact that an enemy you could not beat alone was vanquished, but now you feel superior to all and have decided to end any chance of continued joint efforts. Your people, you assume too much. We may have turned you down. Then again, we may not have either." Dacotah sighs again, "Khre'Riov. I can try to explain our reason until the cows come home, but it will not change your opinion of me or my crew." "Cows? I do not understand what Terran livestock has to do with this situation. However, the fact remains, that you did not give us the option." She looks out the polarized window and thinks a moment before turning back to the woman. "Wait, I've heard that name before. Moose. Yes, I know. You have an 'Ambassador' as your Captain I would think that an ambassador would know better than to go sneaking into our space, and beginning a war?" "Perhaps we can forge a new Alliance, between our crews. Start a new…," she stops mid-sentence. "Wait, you know of him?" "Your forces must have taken a bigger loss during the war than we thought if you have put ambassadors in charge of your ships." "No, no. Ambassador Moose is assigned as a delegate to Coalition Council on the planet of Paktar. It's an involved story, but Captain Moose and Ambassador Moose are two separate individuals." "We dealt with many ambassadors during the war. That, was a name I had heard mentioned in our briefing dossiers, but I have not personally met the man. I was privy, to the files on most of your higher ranking officers and ambassadors. Brothers, then?" Crossing to a corner cabinet and opening it, the Khre'Riov removes two glasses and a bottle of blue liquid. t'Rexan pours a glass of the ale, offering it to Dacotah, and then pours one for herself. "Thank-you," Dac replies as she accepts the glass. "Very well then, you say that you were responding to this distress call, and found this mystery vessel. You then sent a team to investigate. I see. We too, sent a team, and here you are." t'Rexan hoping that the ale will soften up her visitor. Dac decides on leaving the brothers question hanging. "And now your ship has been attacked by an unknown weapon. Let me contact my ship. I will wage that they have suffered the same fate." "Oh, and you would know this how? No, not just yet. We will wait for au to contact your ship. You are my bargaining chip. I still have others in the br'tehh to barter with first." t'Rexan takes another sip of the blue liquid, hoping to get the other woman to do the same, and get her off balance. She then looks at Dacotah's hand and motions towards it. "I trust the doctor was able to deal with your injury?" Dacotah holds up her left hand towards the Khre'Riov, "She is a very capable surgeon. Which is high praise coming from a former Chief Medical Officer. I especially like this feature," as she presses the side of the stainless steel finger, a corkscrew pops out. "What the Elements? She has implanted a weapon in you?" making a note to have a long talk with the Daise Maenak. "She didn't seem to think it a threat. I have a lovely case of Picard 2397 in my quarters that this will come in handy for." The blonde woman continues to sip her ale, "I realize that you have no reason to answer this question, but my I ask of the welfare of my crew? "Telling you will not matter much. Some of them were killed on the alien vessel, as were some of my own. The rest, are being tended to by the doctor, or have been sent to the planet below, for a prisoner exchange." The commander's face clouds over at the mention of members of her crew killed, "Exchange?" "That is what we believe it is. Or else you have a Rihannsu amongst your crew? We picked up a Rihan lifesign on the planet below, before we lost power. We will attempt to contact them. Once we have, then we shall see about talking to your captain." "I do not know who, if any, among your crew may have been captured. As for my Captain, while I'm his First Officer, I am not irreplaceable. I'm quite sure he'd not lose a night's sleep over losing me. "I find that doubtful, from my prior encounters with your race. Your command officers, tend to bond together. I think we will hear from your Captain soon. And until we do, you will remain my guest. You will be kept in the conference room next to this, under guard of course." t'Rexan moves back to her desk, and presses a control on the desk. "Guard, come to my chambers, and escort the prisoner into the conference room, where she is to be fed. Bring her back to me on the bridge once she has finished. t'Rexan out."

- A Missing Boots Production - - A Joint Log by Khre'Riov t'Rexan and Commander Dacotah - - Subtitled in Federations standard to allow comprehension by our Federation compatriots - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ t'Rexan sat upon the bridge of the Talon, seething with rage at this new turn of events. "I'm getting too old for this crap." Rounding upon the Federation commander standing to her left, "What is this new weapon that au ship, has used against us? Tell me now!" The commander stood silently staring at the Romulan captain a moment longer, deciding if she would answer her. Finally, she took a deep breath, having decided to press her luck once again with this woman who was so handy with a blade. "Tell me the status of my shipmates, and I'll answer your question." t'Rexan, not believing the temerity of her captive, turns to the stand-in tactical officer tr'Vor'tic, "You have the bridge. I will be in my chambers with this one. Call me at once, if there are any new developments. Keep trying to contact the away team. And I want that escaped prisoner found at once. We will remain at condition red and hold position. Understood?" Not giving the young officer a chance to respond, she turns to the Federation commander once again. "You will come with me, to my chambers. Now I said," pointing towards the ready room. Dacotah thinks to herself, 'Great another trip to the chambers ... I wonder what will be lopped off next.' "Aye Captain," she answers aloud, as she walks towards the room she was taken to earlier. t'Rexan turns and glares at the bridge crew, then turns and watches the door open. Allowing the Commander egress, she follows her into the room, the door closing swiftly behind them both. The Federation Commander stops in front of the desk and turns, "One finger not enough for you, Captain?" "It is Khre'Riov, not Captain. I suppose according to your rank structure, it would relate to a Rear Admiral. However if you continue to be flippant, it may be your tongue that you lose next," as she turns to eye the rack of Cardassian spoons, which now also sported a human finger. "Now, sit," the older Rihan woman said, pointing to a seat across from the desk. "I will not repeat myself again, I said to sit!" "Fine. Khre'Riov then, if you are so worried about rank. I am Commander Dacotah, not some "Lloann'na blonde," as she took her seat. "Menkha. At last, you have decided to cooperate." "I believe, Khre'Riov, that we both want to come away from this incident relatively unscathed," pausing a moment to look at the prosthetic finger. "My being hostile will not facilitate that." "Though, why I should trust you after your people's blatant violation of treaty, escapes me. The Federation, using a cloak to ambush us, and in our space. Shame, shame Commander." "I don't ask you to trust me. I ask only that you listen. If you choose to believe my account of what transpired, that is your choice." t'Rexan sighed, and walked around her desk, sitting down in the large leather chair found behind it. "After working with the Federation and their untrustworthy allies, the Kll'inghannsu to end the Dominion War, and our helping to save you from the Jem Haddar, I would have thought that your peoples would have owed us more, than to have snuck into our space and attack us. As I had noted, we just came from repelling a Klingon invasion on our other boarder, and now, we find the Federation here. Choosing to claim you are chasing some other unknown aliens. Deceitful cowards. But fine, I will listen to your tale. Please, Commander Dacotah, proceed with your fabrication. See if you can persuade me with this yarn you are about to spin." Dacotah looked nearly exasperated with this woman. It was as if she didn't hear, or didn't want to hear a word she was saying. All she could do was begin, "We were responding to a distress call at the Saulk Station, which is on the border of the Neutral Zone. As you well know." "Yes, the spy station, on the edge of our space. We know of it. Please continue." Dacotah paused a moment longer, to see if the Khre'Riov would interrupt again, then continued, "The station had been attacked. The ion trail that we followed, lead us into the Neutral Zone. We had to determine who had assaulted the station and why. It was our intent to track down the perpetrators of this assault, and return to Federation Space. Nothing more." "You had no right, to cross into our space." "It's not your space, it's Neutral Space. You have no more right to be here than we do." "That is what your side claims, but then again, do not your people call it the "Romulan Neutral Zone"? We did not come here, until our detection grid, picked up a violation of our space. By the time we arrived, there had been a second crossing. Possibly you testing your new cloak, and crossing twice? However, if you were truly following a ship, you should have contacted our government, and we would have went after this ion trail. Or, if it had been a Rihannsu ship, were you prepared to enter Rihannsu space, and begin shooting? Was this cleared by your government? Are you prepared to start a war?" "Let me ask you, Khre'Riov, if the situation was reversed would you trust the Federation to handle such a matter to your level of satisfaction?" "All I know is that we had just repelled a doomed Klingon invasion of one of our more distant sectors. The Klingon's are well known to be your allies, your attack beasts. Yet, we responded, and we find you here. What are we to think? We are within our rights, to protect our ship and our sovereign space. This appears to be a classic two-pronged offensive." "True, but that did not involve the Saulk Station. As for who attacked whom, I would not know. I was in command of the away team thus unaware of what was happening aboard my ship. Perhaps you should ask my Captain." "Right, you know nothing….." "Khre'Riov, my knowledge is limited. The minute I was taken prisoner my information with my crew and my ship were cut off. What has transpired is as much a mystery to you as it is to me. I will tell you that we have had no contact with the Klingon vessel or incursion you mentioned. You can believe me or you cannot. There is no way for me to force you either way." "What is the frequency to contact au captain, and I will gladly discuss this with him." Dacotah stops for a moment, then smiles, "I may have been injured and a little stupid from the blood loss, but I'm not some dumb blonde. A general hail is all that is needed Khre'Riov." t'Rexan steeples her fingers and grins at the young woman sitting barefoot across from her. "Well, at least you have some wits. Very well, I believe you about not knowing about the Klingon force we were dealing with. They were too far away for you to have been in league with them, and they were too disorganized to have been in league with you. But as the First Officer of your ship, I do not believe that you have no information about your ship, or what your plans were. Standing from the seat, t'Rexan moves around the desk and momentarily stopping look at a holovid of herself, some other Rihannsu, a Klingon, and several Lloann'na aboard the place they called DS9. "I imagine there is much that you can answer for me." "It depends on the question, Khre'Riov." "You say you are chasing some alien. What species?" "At the time of my capture, that was undetermined." "And if your ship did not disrupt our power, is this weapon the real reason your people chase this alien vessel?" "It was a race unknown to us, as was their ship." "Yet, you chose to enter our space. You could have contacted us with the information, and we'd have investigated. What is the name of your Captain?" "We could have, yet we chose not to because such joint efforts are not welcomed by our peoples. Christopher Moose." "Joint effort, was what was forged, while defending this quadrant. The fact that an enemy you could not beat alone was vanquished, but now you feel superior to all and have decided to end any chance of continued joint efforts. Your people, you assume too much. We may have turned you down. Then again, we may not have either." Dacotah sighs again, "Khre'Riov. I can try to explain our reason until the cows come home, but it will not change your opinion of me or my crew." "Cows? I do not understand what Terran livestock has to do with this situation. However, the fact remains, that you did not give us the option." She looks out the polarized window and thinks a moment before turning back to the woman. "Wait, I've heard that name before. Moose. Yes, I know. You have an 'Ambassador' as your Captain I would think that an ambassador would know better than to go sneaking into our space, and beginning a war?" "Perhaps we can forge a new Alliance, between our crews. Start a new…," she stops mid-sentence. "Wait, you know of him?" "Your forces must have taken a bigger loss during the war than we thought if you have put ambassadors in charge of your ships." "No, no. Ambassador Moose is assigned as a delegate to Coalition Council on the planet of Paktar. It's an involved story, but Captain Moose and Ambassador Moose are two separate individuals." "We dealt with many ambassadors during the war. That, was a name I had heard mentioned in our briefing dossiers, but I have not personally met the man. I was privy, to the files on most of your higher ranking officers and ambassadors. Brothers, then?" Crossing to a corner cabinet and opening it, the Khre'Riov removes two glasses and a bottle of blue liquid. t'Rexan pours a glass of the ale, offering it to Dacotah, and then pours one for herself. "Thank-you," Dac replies as she accepts the glass. "Very well then, you say that you were responding to this distress call, and found this mystery vessel. You then sent a team to investigate. I see. We too, sent a team, and here you are." t'Rexan hoping that the ale will soften up her visitor. Dac decides on leaving the brothers question hanging. "And now your ship has been attacked by an unknown weapon. Let me contact my ship. I will wage that they have suffered the same fate." "Oh, and you would know this how? No, not just yet. We will wait for au to contact your ship. You are my bargaining chip. I still have others in the br'tehh to barter with first." t'Rexan takes another sip of the blue liquid, hoping to get the other woman to do the same, and get her off balance. She then looks at Dacotah's hand and motions towards it. "I trust the doctor was able to deal with your injury?" Dacotah holds up her left hand towards the Khre'Riov, "She is a very capable surgeon. Which is high praise coming from a former Chief Medical Officer. I especially like this feature," as she presses the side of the stainless steel finger, a corkscrew pops out. "What the Elements? She has implanted a weapon in you?" making a note to have a long talk with the Daise Maenak. "She didn't seem to think it a threat. I have a lovely case of Picard 2397 in my quarters that this will come in handy for." The blonde woman continues to sip her ale, "I realize that you have no reason to answer this question, but my I ask of the welfare of my crew? "Telling you will not matter much. Some of them were killed on the alien vessel, as were some of my own. The rest, are being tended to by the doctor, or have been sent to the planet below, for a prisoner exchange." The commander's face clouds over at the mention of members of her crew killed, "Exchange?" "That is what we believe it is. Or else you have a Rihannsu amongst your crew? We picked up a Rihan lifesign on the planet below, before we lost power. We will attempt to contact them. Once we have, then we shall see about talking to your captain." "I do not know who, if any, among your crew may have been captured. As for my Captain, while I'm his First Officer, I am not irreplaceable. I'm quite sure he'd not lose a night's sleep over losing me. "I find that doubtful, from my prior encounters with your race. Your command officers, tend to bond together. I think we will hear from your Captain soon. And until we do, you will remain my guest. You will be kept in the conference room next to this, under guard of course." t'Rexan moves back to her desk, and presses a control on the desk. "Guard, come to my chambers, and escort the prisoner into the conference room, where she is to be fed. Bring her back to me on the bridge once she has finished. t'Rexan out."

Medical teams had been sent to the br'tehh to tend to the Lloann'na wounded, as the Khre Riov had changed her mind about having qiuu the th'ann yy'a. r'Tor, Pexil and t'Aejhae had escorted two of the Lloann'na th'ann to the planet surface where tr'Moose had picked up lifeform readings, as well as a reading that matched that of their captured Daise Dheno n'Dak. The AT soon na only found n'Dak and io of the Lloann'na crew, but some sort of strange hideous creature, much like a Terran Octopus, that began to herd them to a certain location. Back rhae the ship, an energy beam hit us, causing the lose of main systems, and leaving us with only emergency power and shipboard communications. Hrrau the br'tehh, io of the Lloann'na Galae officers, attacked a guard, wrestled away his ie'yakk, and managed in the dark, to make his way into the maintenance crawlways. With internal sensors out, he has yet to be found. The others began to revolt as well, the io Seiben, hitting the maenak that had just tried to help Trichon, until Honeycutt protested and wanted to do it herself. Guards quickly got the situation under control by threatening to yy'a them qiuu immediately, and put them qiuu into io large cell. Meanwhile, rhae the oira, the bothersome blonde has yet to provide any useful information. That, and it was suprising, just how large Lloann'na feet really were when na stuffed inside their boots.

The Khre Riov having head that t'Shaeni was na qiuu yy'a, relented and sent the Daise Erei Riov to tend to the Lloann'na Galae officers and any injuried they had incurred hrrau their being made th'ann. Science noted that there were lifeforms rhae the surface of Skoru III, and at least io registered as Rihannsu. It is possible that it is our crewman nDak, and the Lloann'na are trying to initiate a parlay. We have decided to send two of the th'ann crew sent with an escort of our own officers guarding them. Engineering, once again, is fixing major damage, and the Elements have looked fairly upon them. We prepare to investigate this further. Meanwhile, the "blonde" officer that had been captured, was being brought to the oira for the Khre Riov to question again.

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The crew of the Talon has captured several members of a Lloann'na crew that was found within a strange vessel in the Rihannsu Neutral Zone. The Talon has taken some damage hrrau an exchange of weapon's fire with a LLoann'na ship, that was evidently cloaked, and waiting to lay ambush, while pretending to investigate some unknown configuration of a vessel. Obviously, something they planted there to draw us hrrau, and attack us while under their new cloaking device. The zone violation, and the act of cloaking their ship, are clear violations of treaty, and have cemented the Lloann'na's wish to go to war. It should have been obvious, that this had been a 2-front objective...first have the Kll'inghannsu invade, and while we were dealing with that, the Federation comes hrrau and attacks our flank. The nearest area that we are able to put in for repairs, is in orbit of Skoru III, the only M-Class planet that is within our current state of repair. The Lloann'na ship had also taken heavy damage, and it is likely, that they will also find their way to this planet to put in for repairs. We will have to remain diligent, try to persuade the th'ann to tell us of their attack plans, and try to put a stop to this act of war, before too many innocent Rihannsu are yy'a. Yet hrrau t'Rexan's thoughts, is the scene of t'Shaeni, laying yy'a hrrau the Maenak's lab.