Wolf eat Wolf 2009-03-08

Vulpina Howley: glances over. Oh Geeze! I hope they don't put me on OPS. I don't know if Ican handle all that trafic. I'll probably have to put more on automatic, than usual.

Aspera Eponym: ...one. ACTION.
Vulpina Howley: walks up to the Engineering station and whispers, "Hello Randy. Dam! I hope they don't put me on OPS. I'm no comfortable with directing all of that traffic.
Threycus: "Captain, the Admiral is hailing us"
Tamara Peart: Tamara stepepd on the bridge, and went to sit on her chair as sh waved to the bridge crew. "Anythign to report?" she asked, while suppressing a yawn. Last night ahd not eben very restful, not with the Counselor, and love of ehr life, away on some diplomatic mission.
Tamara Peart: raises a brow. "Put him on screen." ~So much for a quiet morning~she thought while shaking ehr ehad slightly and sitting down.

Vulpina Howley: turns to view the screen.
Randy: Want me to take it, then?" he whispers back to Sasha, then raising his voice, "All ship's systems are fine, ma'am."

The screen fickers and Admiral shras fills the screen, "I hope you and your crew had a refershing shore leave, Captain and your ship and crew are ready for a new mission"
Vulpina Howley: sighs and whispers even lower, "I shold get the practice, oh wait! They have someone at OPS. Let me take the helm."
Tamara Peart: nods as the Admiral appears on screen. One of ehr ears flicks, and her tail lays completely still as she hears Shras, the lakc of a proper greeting only meanign some bad news. "Itw as short, but quite refreshing, yes. What is that new msision, Admiral?" she asks. ~Better get the bad enws right now~she thought.
Shras: " We need to build a reputation in the quadrant as peacemakers... There has been a disturbance in the Kafdirrth system. It looks like a civil war is brewing... We need you to go in there and defuse the situtation."
Randy: groans quietly to himself, taking stock of what damage could be sustained during such a mission, and glances at the viewscreen.
Vulpina Howley: whispers, "Lovely! Bettter at OPS than tobe a diplomat!"
Tamara Peart: The tigress raised a brow and stood up. "Can you give me more informations, Admiral? I mean, showing up unnanounced in the middle of a brewing civil war, and trying to play epacemaker like this... It's risky..." Her last comment is nto so innocent, as a Captain, she has to ensure the safety of ehr ship and crew first.
Randy: nods. "I'm inclined to agree. Now either sit down or det to a station, before you get yourself in trouble." he hisses.
Shras: "You know how new we are to the Gamma Quadrant. Intelligence is very limited. The Vorta and the locals have not been willing to give us any information. As you know, they don't want us here... But I'm counting on you to do the best you can to mitigate and resolve the situation..."
Vulpina Howley: whines back, "In my day you'd get in bigger trouble for walking between an Admiral and a Captain and for taking an odd station without notifying the Captain." She punished Will by risking getting hereself in trouble and wallking directly . . She stopped at the railing and went around.
Tamara Peart: frowned some. Now, this was going to get tricky. "What information cna you give me Admiral? Besides the location of the concerned star system, that is." she asked, one of her ears flickign as she overheard Randy and Sasha whisper between them. Her voice was equal when she talekd to the Admiral, though ehr concern was real. Intelligence was somethign she ahd to deal with during the war, so, she knew what informations StarFleet has on the GQ, more or less.
Shras: "Transmitting the data now... there is no evidence either side has Dominion technology or any other warp level technology... We only know about this from reports by Karemma traders"
Tamara Peart: glanced at the Ops station, checking if the data was received. Then she looke dup at the screen. "Wait a minute... Are you telling me that we are going to deal with a pre-warp society here?"

Shras: The Admiral nods gravely, "They are prewarp, but they have already been contaminated by contact with the Dominion, so you are not limited by the Prime Directive. Good luck Captain. Do your best to resolve the situation, or at least get them to agree to Federation arbitration. Shras out "
Vulpina Howley: caught her breath and relaxed some, now that the Admiral was gone. "Lt. Sasha Gatalc taking over at the helm, Captain, with my apologies.
Threycus: nods to the captain, "There isn't much here to help us Captain... Looks like it is two factions of the same lupine species..."
Tamara Peart: places both apws on her haunches as the Admiral cuts fof the communication, and grumbles a few unintelligibles words afetr the screen has gone black. "Helm, put us ona direct course toward that system, maximum warp," she replied, while acknowledging Sahsa's rpesence with a nod. She had far more important matters to deal with than this.
Randy: approaches the Captin' and hands her a PADD. "Here's a list of what we couldn't get from The Raft. Nothing major, really. We can get them when we head back to DS9, or perhaps while we're out."
Tamara Peart: "lupines now, great... the same species warring with itself, as in the rpe-warp earth... where have our dieals gone? The Federation is just running afetr pwoer and political influence on the quadrant.~she thought, an unvoluntary snarl escaping her lips.
Tamara Peart: Threycus, do your best to get an understanding of the situation on the planet. give me any useful information.
Vulpina Howley: taps out the Captains command. "Aye! Plotting cours, Maximum Warp. Ready to engage."
Tamara Peart: then skims through the padd. "Well, looks like our next stop is a planet on the verge of war, so, I don't think we'll get anything out of them."
Tamara Peart: But, see what you can do once we're tehre.
Tamara Peart: Engage, Lieutenant.
Randy: accepts the PADD back with a nod and returns to the Engineering station.
Vulpina Howley: hits the light under her claw and the ship takes off.

Threycus: tilts his head, "I'm a soldier, not a diplomat, ma'am... I'll forward the data to you and any relevant departments... "
Vulpina Howley: Warp one, warp two, warp three, warp four, warp five, warp six warp seven warp eight, warp nine, Captain.
Vulpina Howley: [Does the Warp Six limit dueto environmental reasons apply in this universe?]
Tamara Peart: ((the warp six limit was put in place after the discovery of damage done to subspace by warp core, after the incident at the hakaras corridor.))
Tamara Peart: lol
Vulpina Howley: [Yes there was an episode in one of the later seasons of TNG]

Vulpina Howley: turns arround in her chair. "Captain. I understand our ships are normally limited to a maximum speed factor of warp six now. Are we allowed to break that rule, in this situation?"

Tamara Peart: What is our ETA to the planet at warp six?
Tamara Peart: skims through the informations sent by the admiral that threycus forwarded to her padd, wondering if they have a way of communicating with the planet from orbit.
Chakat Sabretooth: sits at the console rather placidly her hands wandering over the console guided by her own intuition more or less ~ Damned...nevermind, sometimes i dont truely understand what drives a species to fight amongst itself. Religious tensions, food, land. To me of course such seems trivial...solved by a civilization long advanced past pre warp. Does make some sence though. The dominion hasnt been exactly the easter bunny.~ Some might call her a hypocrite of course having a subtle interest in the growth of martial arts in the asiatic countries. Lifting herself from the seat, she strode along the bridge towards the door." Excuse my duty shift, i am headed to a swift meeting with the doc." Aka...well you can guess what considering her obvious state."

Vulpina Howley: Do we stay at warp, nine, Captain?

Tamara Peart: warp six should be enough.

Tamara Peart: Threycus, does that planet has a global communication network? *she asked, while nodding at the security officer.*
Vulpina Howley: gives a sigh of relief "Dropping down to warp six. New ETA 20:20 houers, Captain.

Randy: Hope you get to feeling better soon." h smiles over his shoulder.

Threycus: snickers at the chakat, thinking what a swift meeting with the Deltan Doctor would entail... "War... War never changes... Would you rather live in a universe full of Vulcans?"
Vulpina Howley: sighs "Somtimes I wish I was Vulcan."
Tamara Peart: drops to her chair as she continues reviewing the informations on that lupine species, her mood and ears and whiskers dropping as she realizes just how primitive they are compared to the Federation, or most warp civilisations. She silently curses Shras for giving her this mission, and, by extension, most of Fleet Command and the Federation Council for being solely concerned by political influence over a majorly hostile quadrant.
Tamara Peart: Very well, Gatalc, Crowson, you'll come with me on that planet."
Threycus: "Yes captain, They do have a commercial network, as well as a protocol for radio contact for traders and for contact with the Dominion..."
Vulpina Howley: Aye Aye
Aspera Eponym: (( we'll have to see who shows up next week to add to your team...

Randy: Acknowledged." he lets the relief crew know he's about to depart, and begins securing a few things on the station. "This should prove fun." he smirks sarcasticlly.
Vulpina Howley: Comming up on the Kafdirrth, system. Dropping out of warp. Standard orbit, Captain?
Tamara Peart: Aye, standard orbit. Scan orbit and the planet for anything that might pose a trheat for the ship. Open a channel with their planetary government, if they have one...
Tamara Peart: or whomever is in charge of communication with spaceships...
Threycus's fingers tap the console without a glance "Hailing frequencys open... 'This is USS Deliverance of the United Federation of planets, we are on a diplomatic mission. requesting Contact with the Weroona Government "

The speakers crackle with the low fidely heterodyne signal, "Acknowledged. Please adjust your orbit to 231, 23, mark 5 while we establish contact"
Tamara Peart: nods to the Helm. "Make it so."
Vulpina Howley: looks back at the Captian till she gives the command. "Aye, adusting orbit."
Tamara Peart: idly taps her fingers on the arm of ehr chair, waiting for the weroona or however they are called to establish contact with better transmitter. she is not in the mood to listen to that crackling voice for long. she misses her mate...

The speakers crackle to life again, "This is Vice Prefector Lejuas. We have heard of your Federation... We have no quarrel with your government and only wish to be left alone"

Tamara Peart: smirked and stood up, even despite having no visual. "This is Captain Akasy fo the starship Deliverance. We have come here on a mission of peace and exploration."
Tamara Peart: We do not have any quarrel with you, and only wishes to make contatc with new species such as yours, and hope that, with time, we can establish peaceful, friendly and prosperous relations."

The disembodied lupine voice sighs sounding like a distorted gust of wind, "... This is not a time of peace, it that is what you are exploring to find, you will need to look elsewhere while we resolve our our ... disagreements..."
Tamara Peart: perks her ear, the sigh on itself saying a lot more than the words. "Perhaps we could help you resolve your disagreements? Our Federation is comprised of thousands of species coexisting epacefully together. We have ahd a lot fo experience in dealing with all kind of troubles."

"We perfer handling our affairs ourselves, Captain... And have no desire for a biological weapon against our enemies."
Randy: blinks. "Biological . . ." he murmurs under his breath to no one.
Tamara Peart: raises a brow, puzzled by his comment. "A biological weapon? I don't understand..."
Vulpina Howley: comes out of her mild meditationand glaces over to Ensign Theycus. "Biological weapon? I'd be willing to bet they are working on one in secret."
Randy: ques up more detailed sensor readings from his station, trying to determin just who has what and how badly it might do what it's designed to.
Tamara Peart: quickly keys something on the command panel of her chair, and a message pops up on Sasha's station 'You will refrain of any such comment while I am discussing. This will be the first and last warning."

The wolf laughs nervously, "Of course my mistake... I'm sure the Federation didn't have anything to do with the diseas that eliminated every one of the Founders of the Dominion... We can resolve our diffences by other means without that sort of help"

Vulpina Howley: puts scratches into her seat She wasn't the only one making comentary.
Threycus: signs, point at a button, covering his ears, pressing it and uncovering... (indicating that he did mute the feed)
Tamara Peart: frowns, this will pursue them throughout the quadrant. And her too. She knows that StarFleet can soemtimes go way beyond the acceptable boundaries when facing desperate situations, she saw it herself during the war, but still, eradicating a whole species... "I am not offering you any emans to eradicate your opponents. I am fofering you the help of our diplomacy. An external help cna often helps defuse the most hostile situation."

The wolf seems to balk at the other end of the radio, "You think we haven't tried negociation? They will never be satisfied..."

Tamara Peart: Then why not give us our chance? Or do you prefer to wait until the war erupts, and devastates your world?
Tamara Peart: stand sup and goes to Randy station, wanting to get a betetr overview of their military capabilities and the weaponry at their disposal.
Vulpina Howley: catches her breath and goes back into her meditation.

"The war has already erupted, Captain. Come down if you wish and you can see for yourself what this war has done to us"
Randy's ears perk as the Captin' approaches, and hoping he senses correctly what she wants, brings up the info he's gathering on the situation.
Tamara Peart: perks ehr ears at the answer. She quickly skims through the data gathered by Randy's sensors, fearing the worst, like nucelar or antimatetr absed weaponry, then she turns to the viewscreen. "Threycus, bring an image of the planet on screen, scan it for any area that has obviously been subjected to heavyd weapons fire and destruction," she ordered, keeping the com open so the wolf can ehar ehr roder too. "Perhaps we could alos lend you some humanitarian aide then?"
Randy: points out the nuclear and antimatter readings to Tamara, a concerned look on his face.
Threycus: puts a tactical summary of the main battlezones on the planet, "No current battles this instant Most recent battles are a week old..."
Tamara Peart: nods at Randy, concerned too. Sh quickly runs a clsoe scan of the antimatter readings, and seems relived when it shows as a research lab. She shakes her head, this antimatetr will nto be a trheat for the Deliverance.
Vulpina Howley: turns to see noone at Tacticle and makes sure she can raise the sheilds in a hurry, if need be.
Tamara Peart: shakes ehr head at the massive damage visible even from orbit. It reminds her of many planets she saw during the war, bombarded from orbit. She mvoes to the screen. "I can see, even from orbit, that war ahs taken a big toll on your population..." she says t the wolf.
Tamara Peart: Let us help you. From the looks of it, you don't really have anything to loose from our intervention, and everything to gain if it works. *she adds, her voice keeping an equal tone, though trying to convince him.*

The voice comments grimly, "And we'll have more of a toll to pay before it is over. It is safe for now if you would like to come down we can talk about what negociation has gotten us..."
Tamara Peart: The grim comment only hints at teh despair, and she let out a silent sigh. This is going to give ehr ehadache for weeks. and, she hopes it won't awoken her old demons, though she is quite sure it will, some things she saw during the war will haunt her forever. "Send us the coordinates for transport. Can I bring along a few of my crewmembers?"

A breif pause on the other end, somewhat longer than the normal communication lag indicates a hessitation, "Oh. Of course the victors over the Dominion would have the same technologies... Captain, you may bring a small diplomatic team... Please no more than 4... The room in the bunker are not large but they are safe from attack"
Randy: scans for a suitable location to beam down to.
Threycus: Co-ordinates recieved Captain."
Tamara Peart: notes that tehse poeple lacks teleportation technology. a useful piece of information, though, after all, it is not surprising since they lacks warp technology. "Understood." She ndos to Threycus. "We will be on our way now. We should be on the surface in a few minutes Vice-Prefector."
Randy: check the given coordinates against the scans, making sure there's nthing near by that will impeed transport, and nods his acceptance.
Aspera Eponym: "It's fairly deep in the bunker, so it's hard to get exact readings but it is near the transmitter and the rom does have about 3-4 people in it already..."
Vulpina Howley: does her best to do the scans normally done by Tacticle.
Tamara Peart: Deliverance out. *she adds, then signals to cut the communication.*
Tamara Peart: can you check if the people in the room are armed? Will you be able to keep a lock on us?

"We will be looking forwar to seeing you, Captain. End transmission.."
Vulpina Howley: scans for hand-held weapons.

((Readings are difficult but you do not detect energy signatures of weapons in that room.. soliders in other areas of the base are carying gunpower propelled slug thowers.))

Vulpina Howley: [Do we have to worry about they carrying projectile weapons in the bunker?
Will Morris: They logiclly would be.
Tamara Peart: they're at war, so they should be
Will Morris: But as long as they know we're coming, they shouldn't pose a problem.

Tamara Peart: but we're diplomats, called by one of their heads, so, no problem ehre
Vulpina Howley: My apologies for going against protocal, but why do I have a feeling our landing party will have to get involveed in thier confict as a matter of self-preservation?"
Vulpina Howley: Captain*
Tamara Peart: If they fire on us, we'll be ebamed bakc to the ship immediately, then we'll deal with them appropiately.
Aspera Eponym: ((( And Cut. )))