From jdt7@cornell.edu Mon Jun 8 20:25:15 1998 Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1998 16:34:04 -0600 From: "Jeffery D. Trock" To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGOXO] SB OMEGA: Nowhere to Run ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1998 17:36:08 -0500 From: jdt7@cornell.edu (Jeffery D. Trock) Subject: [INDIGOXO] SB OMEGA: Nowhere to Run Stardate: 100603.1600 FMD : 6.1805 Scene : Fleet XO's Office, Starbase OMEGA Rear Admiral James Phaser downloaded the last of the specifications and tactical data on the ZEUS-class battleships onto a PADD. His instructions were clear... to provide his contact with whatever information he could on the fleet's capital ships. Although his internal feelings of disgust with himself had been alleviated long ago with the hefty paychecks, courtesy of the Dalriada, he could not help but feel guilty for the treachery he was committing against the UFP. Ever since his arrival on Starbase OMEGA, RADM Phaser had been covertly providing the Dalriada with critical information on INDIGO Fleet resources, defenses, and encryption algorithms. He was the highest-ranking informant the Dalriada had, and the most valuable. Phaser was paid well for his efforts, and much like a drug... he had become addicted to the excitement of performing such diabolical deeds. It was a welcome escape from the boring, tedious administrative tasks typically expected of fleet staff. With his high-level clearances, the traitor had given the Dalriada whatever information they required and were willing to pay for. From the details on Star Fleet defenses in the Tabillin system to algorithms needed to crack encrypted messages between ships and Starbase OMEGA and ALIGHIERI, the enemy had near perfect intelligence on INDIGO Fleet. In return, James Phaser had enough wealth to retire years early and live in splendor on the beaches of Risa with his wife for the remainder of his existence. It was his way of making up for years of absence while on deployment throughout his Star Fleet career. The procedure for delivering the information on the PADD would be the usual. Each night, the admiral would go to dinner with his wife in one of the starbase's finer establishments. Tracy had always thought they had been waited on by the same individual every night because of her husband's status as the Fleet XO. However, their waiter was also on the Dalriadan payroll. After the meal was complete, the waiter would provide Phaser with the bill. However, instead of giving the waiter the PADD containing his account information to be debited, INDIGOXO handed him the PADD containing whatever pieces of intelligence the Dalriada had required for that evening. Moments later, the waiter came back with a new PADD containing the next evening's instructions for the traitor. The waiter would then deliver the information to the Dalriadan intelligence agent, posing as one of the ambassadors, on the starbase. Even the real Dalriadan ambassadors were unaware of their companion's true role on OMEGA. _____________________________________________________________________________ FMD : 6.1935 Scene: Corridor 12, Section 23A, Starbase OMEGA Tonight's instructions for Phaser were to proceed to a secluded area on the starbase for an urgent message directly from the "Directorate of Information Acquisition", otherwise known within the Star Fleet intelligence community as Dalriadan Intelligence. This was highly irregular, and also extremely risky, since INDIGOXO was a high-profile officer on the starbase and would be immediately recognized if anyone were to happen upon him during this meeting. As directed, he had left his commbadge in his office so that he could not be tracked. Rear Admiral Phaser stepped into the poorly-lit corridor in one of the seldom-frequented regions of the starbase. There was some movement from within the shadows as a voice projected out from the darkness. "Step forward, 452," the figure spoke, referring to Phaser by his payroll index number, just as in all communiques. Phaser approached the individual as he walked deeper into the corridor. "This is very dangerous, Alfa-Seven. You better have a damn good reason for summoning me here." "The Fleet Commander's son was a triple-agent after all. He escaped our counter-intelligence forces and was brought aboard the USS NOVA. Task Force Three was unable to stop the NOVA... she's on her way to Starbase OMEGA as we speak," declared the Dalriadan agent designated as A7. "I presume he knows about me?" Phaser asked, after swallowing hard. "Yes. Now you understand why it was so important that we meet." "Dammit!" James shouted, clenching his fists together. "I can't even get off the starbase... we're at Condition I. We're locked up tight!" "We may have a way for you to escape, but you must follow my instructions precisely." Phaser had worked for the Dalriada far too long to not realize that there would be a few strings attached. "What do you want?" "Listen carefully..." _____________________________________________________________________________ FMD : 6.2320 Scene: INDIGO Fleet Situation Room, Starbase OMEGA >[Admiral,] came a voice over the intercom, [pardon the interruption, sir. >There is an incoming signal from NOVA. It is your son,] stated the >communcations officer. > >'What in the hell?' thought Brooks. As far as he knew, Villiers was still >in command of NOVA and his son was still being treated at Star Fleet >Medical for a breakdown after Jennifer's death. Somehow he knew that >Roland had something to do with the whole thing, but there wasn't time to >consider what precisely his nephew had done or what he would do when he >caught up with the old spymaster. > >"Put him through," ordered the admiral. > >"Belay that," said Phaser. All eyes turned to the rear admiral.... "Jim?" was Brooks' one-word inquiry. In response, RADM Phaser revealed a device about the size of a baseball which he was clutching in his left hand. His other hand grabbed for a previously hidden hand phaser, first pointed in Sorill's direction. "Security to the Situation Room!" Captain Dieje commanded after tapping his commbadge. "First and foremost, I want your hands where I can see them, Colonel." Phaser said, standing up from his seat and backing against the bulkhead. "Everyone throw your commbadges onto the deck, place your hands on top of your head, and proceed to the far end of the room... you have three seconds. Dieje, tell security to ignore your previous command or you die." "Security, this is Captain Dieje... belay my last," he said, secretly hoping that the Chief Security Officer would know better than to disregard something like that. "What the hell are you doing, Mister Phaser?" CINCINDIGO demanded as he tossed his communicator into the pile with the rest and calmly stepped back. "I'm not the combat veteran and war hero you are, sir... but I do know a hopeless cause when I see one. I'm merely providing for my own survival. The rest of you can be annhiliated by the Dalriada at your leisure," Phaser began. "I'm a diplomat at heart... I negotiate peace. Sometimes that entails negotiating with the enemy." "What are you talking about?" Captain Dieje asked. "He's telling us he's a spy," Sorill cooly explained. "You won't make it off this base alive, Phaser." "Not a spy... an informant," James clarified, as if there was much of a difference. "That was what the NOVA was about to tell you. And I trust that you recognize the device I carry in my left hand, Colonel," he continued as he waved LCDR Martel over to the rest of the group with his hand phaser. "If I'm not mistaken, it's an explosive device used by the Bajoran resistance in terrorist acts against the Cardassians during the occupation. Once armed, pressure must be applied to the device to prevent detonation. If released, the device will vaporize pretty much everything in a 30 meter radius," Sorill replied. "Correct. So be very careful not to injure or even startle me... I just might lose my grip and kill us all," Phaser remarked. "I don't want to see anyone hurt here... as I mentioned before, I'm only ensuring my own safety." "If you have been providing the Dalriada with information, you've already hurt enough people. The LEXINGTON, Tabillin, the AGAMEMNON... the blood is on your hands, you heartless bastard!" Martel shouted gruffly. "Computer, secure all internal scanner and sensor access to the Situation Room, engage the Situation Room entrance forcefield, lock out all computer access from personnel other than INDIGOXO. Authorization Foxtrot-Xray-Oscar-Four-Five-Two." <> "Computer, this is CINCINDIGO. Restore all computer access," Brooks ordered with haste. <> "You can thank the Dalriada for showing me how to delete your computer access," Phaser laughed. "I've had several hours to prepare for this, along with a little help." "Hagh qoHpu' neH HeghtaHvIS SuvwI'pu'!" CDOR Roxella Royan exclaimed in disgust. "What did she just say?" James asked. "It's Klingon for 'only fools laugh while warriors die.'" Sorill answered. "Quite fitting." Phaser chuckled again. "We'll see who's the fool... I'll be relaxing on a beach while the rest of you are driven out forcefully by the Dalriada," he pointed out while dancing a little jig. "I'm glad one of us is having fun," Brooks shot back. "This isn't fun for him at all, sir. He has intense feelings of nervousness and anxiety. He's not sure what to do next. I believe any surprises or unpredictable behavior will result in him prematurely releasing that explosive device," Commodore Royan informed VADM Brooks. "Silence, damned Betazoid," Phaser warned. "I have one question. Why did you sell us out?" Sorill asked. "All my life, Star Fleet has kept me away from my family. Always on a ship out in the middle of nowhere... my wife and kids alone on some forsaken starbase or outpost. When those Dalriadan paychecks started coming in, I knew I'd be able to retire early and live a life of luxury... treating my wife to whatever she wanted in our final years. It's my way of making everything up to her. For being gone all the time... for making her compete with Star Fleet for my attention all those years," Phaser explained, slumping down in a chair while keeping his weapon pointed in the general direction of his hostages. "You're making it up to her by becoming a traitor and causing the deaths of thousands?" Royan translated. "With or without me, there will be many thousands more that die. The situation is hopeless... don't you see that? It's every man for himself... the rest of you are free to lose and die in this war. I'm getting out while I still can," Phaser responded. RADM James "Jimmy" Phaser Executive Officer, INDIGO Fleet FMD 6.1805 INDIGOXO downloads critical information for the enemy (Jeff T.) FMD 6.1935 INDIGOXO receives urgent message fromm Dalriadan Intel (Jeff T.) FMD 6.2320 INDIGOXO takes Situation Room hostage during meeting (Jeff T.) NRPG: I hope that was a surprise to most of you. :) Here's what should happen next, and I'd like the OMEGA crew to be involved as much as possible, as well as those players whose characters are being held hostage. RADM Phaser is not a psycho or raving lunatic... he only feels that this is his only way out. Please have whatever hostage rescue attempts you may try ultimately fail. INDIGOXO has had a few hours to plan this out, along with the help of some of the best minds in Dalriadan Intelligence. OMEGA Security may have been tipped off by Dieje's command to get to the Situation Room followed by his belay of that order. If they decide to proceed to the Situation Room, they'll be able to open the doors but will be stopped by the forcefield Phaser has set in the doorway. Computer functions should remain locked out. Alternatively, the USS NOVA may decide to inform XO, OMEGA about the traitor. You may want to search INDIGOXO's office for further evidence. You may also want to call in his son, ENS Steven Phaser, an NPC on the USS PROMETHEUS, or his daughter, LT Wendy Phaser, an NPC on the USS ZEUS to help in any hostage negotiations you decide to undertake. Calling in his wife, Tracy, who resides on OMEGA won't be of much help as she will most likely support him despite his actions. Don't try anything stupid... all he has to do his release his grip on that device and everyone will be vaporized. That'll leave a lot of players a bit miffed. :) Again, all I ask is that you please have all rescue attempts ultimately fail... we do have further plans for this subplot, and I need Phaser alive and in possession of the hostages by the time of my next post. Whatever else happens is up to you. I'll post again after players have had enough time to respond to this new crisis. ---- Ensign Jeffery D. Trock, USNR jefftrock@hotmail.com ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---