From johnson.family@zetnet.co.uk Thu Jun 11 22:45:06 1998 Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1998 18:08:33 +0100 From: William Johnson To: jhill@banda.ntu.edu.au, mkvts@concepts.nl, jfino@erols.com, jeffj@Princeton.EDU, KBronn@cunliffe.demon.co.uk, meglyn@hotmail.com, TTy99@aol.com, aaa882@thezone.net, rromancz@umd.umich.edu, scruggs@tiger.cc.oxy.edu, tgreen1@uic.edu, johnson.family@zetnet.co.uk, post-alt.starfleet.rpg@newspost.zippo.com, meglyn@kern.com.au, bellfam@ozramp.net.au, saw4@aber.ac.uk Subject: SB OMEGA : Science lends a hand SD 100610.1739 (GMT) (FYI - it's during half time in the Scotland Brazil match!) Scene : FCM Pixs' Shuttle. (No-one seemed to bother moving it and because it's been cloaked since the CSO last kicked me head in (EG) I'll just leave it here!) The light flashed. It wasn't a normal light, in fact it had almost never flashed since Oriel left for Omega over 12 months ago. The light was for telling Oriel that another OI shuttle was near but because Oriel wasn't there he never noticed it. Scene : Sarax place. It was a while since Oriel has last visited this shop. He had been posing as a security device retailer to find out what the ferengi knew. To Oriels surprise he knew a little too much for a shop keeper then and now perhaps he knew some more. Oriel didn't bother to knock. He just walked in and stunned Sarax who promptly fell to the floor. No-one would notice a phaser discharge while the INDIGO heirarchy were all being held captive by a Dalradian operative. Oriel quickly scanned the terminal in Sarax shop, he knew about the bug from a while back and after checking it was in place and working properly he retreived the recorings, retuned it for greater clarity and left. No-one knew his motives. No-one ever did. Scene : Sci 1 Slevin sat bored as usual. Bored wasn't the word, in fact he had thousands of things to do but just felt that now wasn't the time to do them. Suddenly a thought struck him, he was watching Julie cut some old circuits from a phaser rifle she was messing around with and thought about something else. [Lt. Slevin to Lt. Cdr. Henderson] [Condor here.] [Condor, it's Slevin. I just had and idea about the situation room and wondered if we could discuss it?] [Sure, meet me there asap.] [OK. Slevin Out.] Scene : FA Levan's shuttle. Levan sat in his shuttle trying to raise FCM Pix. He knew that all communications were being monitored so he tried pix's shuttle instead. After a short while of waiting he just transported into pix's quarters. Scene : Pix's quarters. (FYI - Oriel Pix came onto the station as a trader in disguise so I guess he would still have the quarters he is renting from SF.) Oriel lay asleep on the couch. He barely saw Levan sneaking out of the bathroom and into the main area of his quarters. Oriel pulled a phaser from somewhere inside his clothes and fired. 2 seconds later Levan cried out in pain and fell to the floor. 2 hours later he awoke and was sittiing on the couch with a phaser held at his head and chains on his ankles and hands. He regretted trying to surprise the newly elected FCM. "Name" muttered Oriel. "FA Levan. OI" Oriel knew but wanted to check. "Mission" came Oriel's next question. "To assist you FCM". Oriel looked surprised. A promotion to FCM lightened him so much he removed the chains and put his phaser back into his clothes. It appeared that the OI had seen fit to dispatch some help to him here on Omega. Now all he needed was to work out what to do. ~~~~~~~ NRPG : Andrew : I gotta plan to but this one's a little bigger, and might require some cutting gear and the NOVA to work! All : Offers still open to anyone wanting a play at being an operative otherwise I'll just end up leaving the CSO to kick him in. Stu : can you post this to the ng please and the list if it seems important enough.