Star Trek: The New Frontiers (IC)

[Varshanka]

The Eldarian

It had taken the better part of a days negotiations to arrange a meeting. One that would take place on the Chimera, that much the Eldarian leader had been very insistent upon.

But it was negotiated, and the alien transport was screaming through space at speeds that were impossible, flipping around and entering the shuttle bay in reverse. The edges of the vessel slid past the walls with bare inches to spare on each side. Incredible massive, with an elegance that belayed it’s size, the transport settled and a hatch door opened.

A five being squad erupted in neat precision formation from the hatch, emerald armour shimmering in the light. After that came another squad of five, But they were a leaping spinning spiraling dancing unit. More like a troupe of acrobats than warriors of death and dismemberment.

Gliding down the ramp the Alien female’s face, just like the rest of them, was hidden. Each of them wearing a helmet that concealed their features. Beside her walked another, Garbed in armour so black it seemed to absorb light the newest Alien was male, that much obvious from the molding of the chest plating.

 

[Lilybean]

"Lt. Star I want you to keep an eye on the Ansibian Captain... telepathically. Once she begins attempting to communicate with those aliens. I want to know if she's helping us or if she's actually a threat to this ship."

"Aye sir, easily done."

Emily nodded and prepared herself. She was rarely asked to use her abilities. Normally she just kept them to herself but in this moment she was glad to help. It was kinda exciting. She prepared for their arrival.

 

[thewhiterabbit8]

Jo'Lee watched the alien group her tail was standing tall she watched the soldier pawing at the end of her outfit. "come on let me taste one" she was not sure if they were friends or enemies. She was ready to leap onto all fours and attack the group with her claws. She watched them following from close by acting like a tame house pet. "The hydroponics bay grows food from all over the Alpha and Beta Quadrant" she informed the visitors since otherwise the entire crew would have been shooting them.

 

[Varshanka]

Aliens in route...

"What is the Alpha and Beta Quadrenat?" the leader asked, her voise sensual and musical. Like soft wind and chimes on the beach of a green tinted sky.

The black armoured warrior next to her shifted his head, gazing at the Caitain, contempt filling his voice. A voice musical like hers, but more like sand grating on stone, wearing it down upon the ages. "What. Are. You?" it asked. Obviously unfamilair with the Human Speech.

 

[Wolfsister]

As her position entailed, Marigold was present when the Aliens came aboard. Many of the crew were a little more than awed at their presence and she felt that perhaps the Aliens themselves felt superior - and that made them arrogantly dangerous.

Jo'Lee was among the first to speak, though the Captain stayed silent, observing with a neutral expression on his face. It had been hard trying to persuade the Eldarian's to either have the meeting on their ship or on a neutral planet nearby. Clearly the Captain wasn't too pleased with the outcome.

Mari herself stayed silent, observing as always. She positioned herself out of the way - but close enough to be in the action. Then she waited for the show to unfold.

 

[Lilybean]

Emily stood at her place, observing but wasn't feeling very helpful. She couldn't sense a damn thing from the new aliens. She got a few mixed emotions here or there but they were guarded. Not outside but mentally. They weren't going to be letting her into their deepest darkest secrets.

She scanned the room with her eyes. So far everything else was going good...sorta.

 

[Varshanka]

Conference Room

Commander A'Lex T'Ker - XO
Captain Miguel Torres
S’H’ara Ægeri (Alien Scout)
Eldarian Leader

Crossing the threshold Commander T’Ker walked over to the Captain without discourse or hesitation. “I’ve deciphered several of the symbols on the architectural structure.”

Holding out a data PADD she began, ”The symbols bear similarities too..” Cut off in mid phrase by the door open an eyebrow arched as the Ansibian and escort entered the room. Her mind sealed itself off, closing like a battleship on red alert.

With a wicked smile crossing her features the nearly naked Ansibian took a seat at a chair she flipped around to suit her form. And make her wings more comfortable.

“I’ll inform you the rest, later. Captain.” A’Lex said, turning to face the doorway.

Moments later the Eldarian party entered the room, the leader moving like a ballet dancer, gliding on air with smooth motion, her heavily armour guard moving with her. But he was more like a Klingon linebacker, with the grace of a hummingbird.

Looking around the Eldarian leader stopped in mid stride. Her helmeted head turned and gazing at the Captain. Without hesitation she moved in his direction, her flowing stride turning decidedly aggressive, and very unfriendly. For a race that hid their faces behind featureless masks and helmets, she telegraphed her anger quickly and easily.

“What meaning is this?!” she demanded.

Straightening up Captain Torres looked at the Alien in shock, coming to his feet as she crossed the room. “How dare you bring one of those.. those .. things.. to this meeting of our species.”

Her grin turned to a frown, and then a scowl of annoyance. *Me? What did I do?* S’H’ara asked, straightening up, and starting to move to her feet. A motion stopped by the array of alien technology suddenly leveled against her.

*An impressive display of paranoia, and suspicion,* she added, sitting back down, and gazing at the room with eyes full of curiosity.

“You will explain your actions, Monn-Keigh.” The leader demanded of the Captain, turning to face Commander T’Ker. Bluntly, obviously, and rather rudely, ignoring the Human after the demand.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres

To say that he was confused about what was going on was an understatement. And that confusion was quickly turning to anger, since the alien leader had made her demand about what was going on, but also was ignoring him. "I could ask you the same thing. You order us to leave your planet the way we found it, and to leave your space. We complied with your demands, and yet your ships still charge up their weapons, and threaten to fire upon us. So you tell me what the hell is going on here!"

 

[Varshanka]

Eldarian

Commander A'Lex T'Ker - XO
Eldarian Leader

Turning back to face the human upstart The High Seer of the Eldarian people ripped off her helmet, revealing her features. Features twisted with disgust and hate. “You speak words of complacency and peace, even as you summon Dha’vol and enslave other species!!”

Commander T’Ker’s eyebrow rose as she took in the features of the Eldarian. The arched eyebrows, the pointed ears. The slightly oblong head. The smooth forehead.

A Vulcan, she thought. That is not logical, but it would explain several things.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres

Miguel was quite visibily shocked by the revelation that the alien leader appeared to be a Vulcan. But still he had no idea what these acquizations she was making were about. "First of all I haven't summoned anyone. Secondly we don't enslave anyone." He told her.

"You've been judging us from the start on the fact that we appear to look like some race you've encountered before. When nothing can be further from the truth. I'm Human, Commander T'Ker there is Vulcan. Lt. Jo'Lee is Caitian, and Lt. Star is from Betazed. All of us are member species in The United Federation of Plantes, which is a peace keeping and humanitarian organization in our home galaxy. We work together in common cause, no one on this ship is a slave."

 

[Varshanka]

Joint Post

Commander A'Lex T'Ker - XO
Captain Miguel Torres
S’H’ara Ægeri (Alien Scout)
Eldarian Leader

"Why should I believe you, a Monn-Keigh?"

"Is your race telepathic?" he asked. Although the truth was he didn't much like the idea of someone in his head, he still hoped that this first contact would turn out well.

"Yes. Which you obviously know with others of my kind on your vessel. So is you're Dah'vol." she replied, gesturing at The red skinned Ansibian.

"Then read my thoughts. I'll hold nothing back." he told her.

"No.. you won't.." The High Seer said, stepping forward and placing her hand on his face. But unlike a Vulcan mind meld, she spoke no words. No mantra of a peaceful joining of the minds. No calming entrance into another’s thoughts.

Her entry was more like a full siege on a castle of paper and silk. Harsh. Brutal. Overwhelming and complete.

To the mortal realm it was a mere moment. Seconds. Perhaps as long as 20 seconds. But in the ethereal realm. In the land of thought process at the speed of light...

It was an eternity. Forever. She stalked through his mind, seeking answers, and taking them. Flimsy barriers, attempting to hide personal secrets, fell under her onslaught.

Stepping back the High Seer scowled. "You are, but are not, Monn-Keigh." And then she turned on Commander T'Ker.

"You may not meld with me. We will communicate in a peaceful manner or not at all."

With a dismissive gesture The Seer turned back to Torres.

Miguel had experience with mind probes from various races. And each one had it's own unique feel. The Alien Seer's probe felt similar to a Romulan mind scrambler.

Without a word from her the rest of her people lowered their weapons, at least to the point that they didn't LOOK like they'd kill everyone in the room in the blink of an eye.

"Hopefully now you believe what I've been telling you." he told her. "And now that you know everything to know about us, how about you tell us about yourselves." he said, but made it sound more like a request then a demand.

"That is not a simple telling." She said. "You will accompany us, while the council decides what to do with you." She on the other hand didn't make it sound like a request. More like a suggestion, from a drill sergeant telling someone that they had just volunteered to clean latrines. For a year.

"Very well, in the interest of peace between our people." he said. "Do you want us to beam you to your ship?"

"No, your technology will not be needed. The Weaver of the Night Webs will remain with you and your vessel. The Eldarian will come with me." she said, gesturing at A'Lex.

Miguel didn't like the idea of having anyone of his people leave his ship. But he didn't see any choice for now. So he simply nodded.

With a blinding flash of light all the Eldarian, and Commander T’Ker vanished. Except the heavily armored Eldarian, the one that had been rather protective of the slim Eldarian female Seer.

Miguel looked over at the Security Chief and her assistant, and he could tell that neither of them were happy about what he had just allowed to happen. He simply motioned with his hand for them to back down. "This way to the bridge." he said and then led the group out to it. As soon as he stepped out to the Command deck of the Chimera he walked towards his chair, the one on his left which was usually occupied by Commander T'Ker empty. "Mr. Kahn prepare to follow the Eldarian ship. Match course and speed as best as you can." he ordered before taking his seat.

Stalking after the Monn-Keigh Captain the Exarch moved like a panther. Ready to strike and kill on a moments notice. On the Bridge of the Human vessel he said nothing, simply walking around. Always in motion. Never stopping or standing.


Tag: EVERYONE.

 

[Bladesman]

"Mr. Kahn prepare to follow the Eldarian ship. Match course and speed as best as you can."

"Aye sir, Tracking the Eldarian ship and adjusting our course....... Course laid in, best speed Warp 8.5, Sir." His voice sounded slightly apologetic, his posture however was rigid everytime the Exarch walked near him. Though to those around him, it was clear that he was forcing himself to remain under control by sheer force of will. The Exarch couldnt be trusted in his view no more then the rest of his people could be.

He fixed his eyes forward on his console and on the viewscreen ahead of him.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Miguel Torres

Bridge-

Miguel watched as the Chimera jumped into warp and followed the Eldarian vessel. He didn't like the idea of his first officer being over there on that ship by herself. The Eldarians looked like Vulcans but they were so different. In fact they seemed to be almost what he'd call a proto-Vulcan. They seemed to still show their emotions, and yet unlike the Romulans they were defiantely telepathic.

There were so many questions running through his head. He didn't know where to even begin. He didn't think that A'lex was in any danger, but they were so in the dark out here in this unknown galaxy. He looked over at the Eldarian that had remained. He kept pacing around the bridge. Miguel could tell that it bothered some of the bridge crew. This guy was a warrior, much like he was. And they were both ready to do whatever it was they needed to do for their people. "How long until we reach where ever your people are taking us?" Miguel asked the Exarch.

 

[Varshanka]

Eldarian Exarch

Looking over the Vulcan-like Alien scowled behind it's helmet. THinking it paused in it's retort. Translating it's thoughts into a new language. A primitive language.

The Monn-Keigh speach.

"It takes as long as it takes... Monn-Keigh" At last the words were out, and it almost sounded as if the creature wanted to vomit.

 

[Varshanka]

Joint Post

Captain Miguel Torres
S’H’ara Ægeri (Alien Scout)
Eldarian exchange Officer

Miguel didn't like the Exarch's reply. But he wasn't sure if it was because it sounded so condescending or if it was just something else. Either way there really wasn't anything he could do for now. Nothing except sit back and wait.

Turning his head the Alien watched the Monn-Keigh, almost as if he was looking through the Human. His stance, his expressionless mask. His very demeanor indicated he despised the ship he was on. And the people and in it.

Miguel looked at S’H’ara, the Eldarians know of her people. The Dah'vol they called her. Which sounded a lot like Devil to him. He wondered how much she knew about these Eldarians, as well as how much she may have been holding back this whole time. "So what do you know about the Eldarians?" he asked her.

*not much actually. I personally have never encountered them before. Nor have i heard of any race called the Eldarian. We do have rumors of a species calling themselves The Elder Ones. Or The Oldest. But they are vague. Although why she would call me Dah'vol is unusual. That's not what I am.*

Miguel nodded and then looked back towards the Exarch. He could tell the man didn't want to be here. His body language gave away his displeasure over the current situation, and he really didn't care who knew about it. You didn't need to be a telepath to know that this guy would love nothing more than to wipe the Chimera and her crew out of existence. "Tell me about these Elder Ones." he told her, as he kept an eye on her and the other on the Exarch.

*Anti-social. Anti-Xeno. Very.. unfriendly. I'm not sure how long they live by your time keeping. They only involve themselves when species take an aggressive action against one of their ships or worlds. They tend to show up and watch. Then they leave. No one that I know of has ever had a conversation with one, or any, of them. But they are very telepathic. I've gleaned that much from them so far.*

Pausing for a brief moment, which was very long indeed in the telepathic realm, she looked at the Eldarian. *have you eaten this time period?* she asked.

And the two Eldarian vessels closed the distance between themselves and the Chimera. Very very close indeed. Close enough to hit with a rock. If one was so inclined.

And in the next moment, time and space ripped open. And the three vessels vanished from the realm of reality.

The holo-screen shimmered and flashed, sensors failing to translate what was being analyzed into a visual representation. With a hard snap of photons the holo-image failed utterly.

Miguel grabbed a hold of his arm rests as the ship lurched. He had no idea what was going on, but the strain of whatever was happening was putting on his ship was more than noticeable. "Report?!" he called out.

Looking up from operations a Bolian replied. "Operational limits have NOT been exceeded Captain. Just a little shaken. No injuries reports. Warp core is off-line. Life-support is operating at peek efficiency."

"Sensor readings? What the hell is going on?" he asked. He knew whatever it was, was effecting the main viewer. Or at least the computer's attempt to translate whatever the sensors were picking up. Which meant it was something that wasn't in the Federation database.

*I would suggest a visual inspection, Captain.* suggested the red skinned, and nearly naked, alien.

Miguel nodded and the carefully stood up from his chair. He could feel the Inertia Dampening Field constantly fluctuating as they compensated for whatever it was that was happening to them. He made his way between the Helmsmen and the Science officer, and up the three steps to the upper elevation of the bridge and towards the heavy door on the starboard side of the bridge. The door opened automatically, which meant that it was actually safe for him to walk into that area. He stepped through and made his way towards the front of the observation deck and the large transparent aluminum window that normally gave a beautiful view of the streaking stars as the ship moved at warp. But this wasn't what he knew of as warp. No this was something else... something both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Outside the vessel was something could be only called a nightmare. A waking disruption of the senses.

Following the Human S'Hara stepped into the room and looked out. *Interesting,*

Miguel was definitely glad he hadn't eaten yet. He was sure that he would have surely have lost it by now if he had. But what he saw was something he had no words for.

"It is Kaos. Physical Kaos." The Exarch said, from behind the Monn-Keigh.

"When you said you were going to warp, I thought it was the same thing we call warp. But this.... this is like nothing I've ever seen or heard of." he said softly.

"This is Warp. The place that is not. The place were reality is twisted. Warped."

*He does have a point.. If you, as a Human, would prefer. Call this place 'The Void.' It's a more.. appropriate translation. And not as confusing.*

Miguel nodded as he had to finally turn away from the sight in front of him. "How can you navigate in such a place?" he asked. he couldn't even count how many issues the Chimera could encounter trying to navigate such a realm.

"With the mind." he replied succinctly.

"Are you people connected to your vessels then, or is this a type of navigation that your people have developed over the years?" he asked. But his mind was full of other questions as the explorer in him began to take over.

"I understand your question, but it is phrased, worded. Badly. We are not one unit. we are separate. But we are one with our vessel. Your language does not communicate the relationship."

"Is this why you said what you said about how long it will take to get to where your taking us? Because there is no real way of telling?" he asked.

"Only the Seer can tell how long we will remain. And she did not tell me how long the travel would take."

Miguel nodded. "Well then we might as well be comfortable." he said and motioned for them to follow him back to the bridge.

Moving with a sensual glide S'Hara followed the Human leader, and the Exarch. Well, he walked in the same direction as them, but did so for whatever reason he did anything.

 

[Bladesman]

A red light flashing on the console caught Duncan's attention from studying the sensors scans of the Eldarians ships. He cursed in Klingon as he read the readout then spun in his chair. The Captain was off of the bridge, he would have to wait to deliver the report till the captain returned. "Tactial. Are your sensors still active and what are the readings?"

He turned back to his own consoles and began to try to get helm sensors back online. He used every method he knew of but for some odd reason his sensors couldnt provide him with a decent picture of what was around the ship. He cursed again in Klingon, each oath more vile then previous at the failure to get a sensor scan.

The hiss of the bridge doors signalled the return of the captain. He turned quickly towards the captain. "Captain, Warp drive offline. Impulse engines still operative. Helm sensors are offline, recommend engines full stop till we regain sensors."

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Miguel Torres

Miguel heard the reports coming in as he returned to the bridge. "With what I just saw I believe it. Make it so Mr. Kahn, when we finally come out of this... void, we don't want to run into anything that might be on the other side." he said as he walked over to his seat. He activated the button that would allow him on the speakers all over the ship. "Attention crew of the Chimera. We have entered a void that will transport us to a Eldarian world. From what I've been told, there is no telling how long this will take since time operates differently in here. When and if time permits it I suggest going to a window and looking at it. It truely is an amazing site. But be warned, don't look at it to long for it can become disorientating. That is all." he said and then clsoed the channel.

Miguel walked over to the combined Ops and CONN station. "See what you can do about getting navigational sensors working again." he told the Ops officer. "Mr. Kahn give them a hand, but keep the CONN on standby once you regain control. Also see if you can determine why these systems are offline and how to keep it from happening again."

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[Varshanka]

Joint Post

A week passed. At least that's what the ship chronometer informed the crew. A week. Many looked out the windows. Few did it twice. Some regretted doing it the first time. None ever id it more than four. The sights/sound/sensation was far to.. nauseating.

A week of repairs, modifications, and upgrades.

A Week, a week of this dam god forsaken void. Miguel thought as he sat in his ready room. It wasn’t the fact that they couldn’t see stars, or even seeing something outside the window without getting sick that, that was frustrating him. It was the fact that he didn’t know where they were going or how long it would take for them to get there. It made him feel out of control. And as far as he was concerned things had been that way since they got here, which was far too long. Repairs had progressed, the outer hull was as good as new. Although he’d be happier when he could finally get a team out there to verify that. Weapons and shields weren’t 100% yet, but they were a lot better than they had been a week ago. He had spent time writing reports that he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to send them home, especially the letters to the families of those that had already died on this mission. How many more would die before they returned to home… if they returned home he often wondered.

And as suddenly as they had entered they exited. Space screamed as it was ripped open and they were disgorged into reality once more. No warning. No understanding that the end was coming. It was more like a great beast heaving forth something vile and nasty.

One moment the darkness of space was empty and then three ships, two very very large, and a third nestled between them like a fragile egg, exploded back into reality.

=/\= Captain to the bridge. I think we're back in real space. I see stars. =/\=

The alien visitor stayed were he was, lurking in the corner. A location where he could watch this vessels command center.

"At last!" Miguel thought as he stood up from stood up from the sofa and made his way out the door and onto the bridge. As he exited he looked at the main viewer, which was once again active to see the stars ahead of him. He couldn't help but smile slightly. But then he remembered why they were there. He looked over at the Eldarian "Now what?" he asked figuring he'd be the one to ask.

Pointing the Eldarian indicated a planet. Or at least it looked like a planet. It was certainly big enough.

"Captain, I'm reading massive energy signatures. In the quintalquad range. Whatever that is.. it's.. moving..."

"Magnify." Miguel ordered. "Well it looks similar to a Dyson sphere, only a hell of a lot smaller." he said as he watched the image enlarge and began to study it. "Sciences, what do your scanners say about that thing?" he asked as he continued looking at it and marveling at it.

"Other than it's there.. by the fact we can see it, and the energy output. It's invisible to scanners. I'd say we're being jammed. And we're heading for it."

Although the two Eldarian Capitol Class ships moved further away from the Chimere, they still maintained a close enough proximity to indicate deviation wouldn't be tolerated.

"How is that possible, when all engines are at standby?" he asked as he continued to look at the the planet or very large ship in front of them. "Do they have some sort of tractor beam on us?" It was possible, they were a highly advanced race. They even were able to jam the Chimera's sensors, which were the most advanced in the fleet. He hated the feel of being powerless to do anything, which is probably exactly what the Eldarians wanted him to feel. So he decided then and there that he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

"Negative tractor beam. No pressure on hull plating. Nore on the force fields. But Or distance is closing. Astrometrics indicates our current rate of approach is warp sublight point nine-four-three. Registering multiple capitol level vessels. Twenty three in all as well as hundreds of smaller support level craft. Attack level craft numbers in the thousands sir. I think this is their homeworld."

Stepping forward the Eldarian in the corner finally spoke up. "Ulthwe."

It reminded Miguel of the fleet surrounding the central world of the Domin... Republic. He wondered if he'd ever get used to calling it that. They had only been calling themselves that for 5 years now. At least that's what he told himself. But in fact this fleet was far more massive the that one. "Alright everyone just keep manning your stations." he told the crew and then turned back to face the Eldarian. "Where we come from it's protocol to contact a planet we're approaching and request orbital instructions. Should we follow through with that or has there been a predesignated position chosen for us already?"

"Planet?" The alien said. "Negative. You will be moved into position. Do nothing."

Stepping onto the Bridge S'H'ara looked at the screen for a moment, ignoring the Eldarian's hiss of anger, or the weapon it pointed at her.

*He still doesn't like me, you know.* she told the captain.

"I can see that." Miguel replied to S'H'ara without really looking at her. "My question is why don't they trust you. Or if maybe I should trust you as much as I have." he said. Ordinarily he would have just thought that last part. Maybe it was the stress of traveling the void for so long, or maybe it was knowing she was a telepath and would have read his thoughts anyway, he really didn't know. She was still a mystery to him, almost as much of one as the Eldarians were.

"She is Dah'vol. Do not trust."

*Look you pointy eared lunatic. I'm not a Dah'vol. I'm a Dhai'mon. Different gendari. So different you're closer to be a female than I am to be a Dah'vol. Idiot.*

*As for you Human. At least I’m not calling you a hairy barbarian with opposable thumbs all the time.*

"So you do know what they have been talking about, at least in some fashion." he said finally having gotten something out of her about this. "So what's the difference between the race they call Dah'vil and yours?"

*Unlike your species they are mostly closed. Only when they actually speak can I pick up snippets of what they are thinking. A Dah'vol is bigger.. much more muscular. Tusks. Blue eyes.*

And then she slapped an image into his skull of a hideous creature that would have treated a Klingon like a small child. Vicious and vile it dripped a smelly ichor from it's fang/tusks.

"I see." he replied. Still not sure about if he should trust her. For now, as far as he knew, she had done nothing for him not to trust her. That was good enough for him, for now at least. As he looked a head at the plant-sized object that was getting closer and closer. So much so that the image on the viewer had to be reduced from the magnification he had ordered earlier.

"Captain, calculations indicate the object ahead is.. on the scale of eighty thousand kilometers across. If you'd like I can calculate the specifics size."

"Get as much information about it as we can, and the Eldarians allow." Miguel said as he sat patiently waiting. Seems that was all he had been doing lately, fortunately he was getting very good at it, even though he still didn't like it much.

Three shafts of light blinked into existence on the bridge. All wore shimmering silver robes that danced in the light. A silver rainbow of light given solid form. Stepping forward, A'Lex pulled back the hood of the robe she wore, revealing her features to her Captain.

Miguel stood up with a smile. He was relieved that she was alright, of course she probably would have said the smile was to emotional. But he really didn't care at that point. "Welcome back Commander. I'm pleased to see that you are well." he told her.

"Is there any reason I should not be physically stable?" she asked, her eyebrow peaking.

"No none at all." he replied. He then turned to the Eldarians "How much time do we have until we reach... Ulthwe?" he said recalling the name the Exarch had used for the object ahead. Although he was starting to think that thing was more a ship than an armored planet of some kind.

"At you're present rate of approach the Chimera will arrive at threshold point in two hours six minutes thirty-four seconds." Commander T'Ker replied.

Shifting, she turned to look at the view screen, the robe parting slightly and revealing far far more of her skin than would normally have been visible. And from what was seen in the split second, it was very obvious that underneath that robe, she wasn't wearing anything.

"Very well then. Commander I'd like to see you in my ready room." Miguel said as he stood up and made his way to his office. When he entered he walked over to his desk and sat on the corner of it and waited for the door to close behind A'Lex. When he was sure that they had at least a little privacy he spoke. "Where you able to learn anything about them while you were there?" he asked.

Walking into the room A'Lex stopped halfway across the floor. "Yes Captain. A great deal, in fact. Although there is obviously a great deal more to learn about them. And about ourselves."

"Please go ahead." he said as he offered her the seat next to his desk.

"The Eldarian species, and the T'Kashi species are the same species." She said. "Not similar," she clarified. "The same."

"How is that possible?" Miguel asked astonished by this discovery. "Your people only discovered warp drive about a 1000 years ago. Where these people are far more advanced then that."

"According to legend The T'Kashi people were cast from the skies above by the gods. They were hurled from the domain of lights and cursed to live on the surface. A test of their faith. Only if they passed the challenge of life would they be allowed to travel amongst the starts once more. According to legend. Obviously it has errors as there are no such things as gods."

Pausing she looked at him more directly. "But, there was an Eldarian cruiser called T'Kashi. "The Traveler." A scout vessel it was lost nearly twenty thousand years ago. It was assumed to be destroyed in The Warp. Their warp, not our warp. By extrapolation of legends, genome structure, and plausible calculation The T'Kashi people, are the descendants of the T'Kashi crew."

"Fascinating. So the Vulcan people actually originated from out here." Miguel said more to himself than to her. The explorer in him longed to find out how the two races differed now. "What else did you learn?" he asked her.

"Vulcan's have lost a great deal in the ages. A very great deal. The High seer of the Void Serpent, the ship I was on, is over a thousand years old. And she's approximately middle age. The individual on the Chimera, the Exarch, is a caste leader. Similar in rank to.. Commodore..."

Middle age she calls that. Miguel thought to himself but said nothing as he took in everything she was telling him.

"The bad news is that Humans may also be from this Galaxy. The Eldarian are at war with a species that match the genome structure of humans. They are currently in process of understanding the Chimera's database. And it's based on what they find, as well scans of the crews minds, that will determine if they destroy the Chimera, and all on board. Or if they help you in your repairs."

"Interesting. Especially since we've always thought we were from the race that seeded the milkyway galaxy because of the data recovered from Captain Picard back in 2369." Miguel mumbled to himself. "Of course that doesn't mean that isn't impossible that that race wasn't from this galaxy or perhaps another entirely for that matter since Humans and Vulcans, as well as several other Milkyway races shared that common ancestry." But her warning wasn't lost on him either. This was all far from over. "What do I need to know when communicating with them? After all I don't want to say or do the wrong thing and get us all blasted to oblivion."

"Names.. Don't ask for or offer a name. Just use your rank. You would be Captain Chimera. Names are a rather..." blushing she didn't meet his eyes. "...intimate." she finished. "Consider the High Seer a diplomat of the highest order. With overly defensive body guards."

"Is there anything else that I need to know?" he asked

"Not at this time. Do you have any specific questions?"

"What's going to happen when we arrive at the Ulthwe?"

"The Chimera will dock with the Craft world. At that point several dozen Eldar will come aboard. They will investigate us. In great detail. Any attempt to obstruct, or interfere with, what they are doing will result in problems. Up to and including death. They shouldn't take longer than a day or two. The Alien S'H'ara will be removed and investigated. They have had 'difficulties' with her species, or a species like her, in the past. As the Captain, you - and the senior staff - may visit Ulthwe, with an escort of course."

Miguel nodded as he took all that in. he had so many more questions, but decided most of them can wait. "And how are you taking all this Commander?" he asked.

"Carefully, and logically. How else would I 'take this', Captain?"

"I don't know Commander. I still don't know how I'm going to finally deal with all this. I learned along time go to deal with one problem at a time, otherwise you can get overwhelmed." he said. "Well Commander inform the crew of what is to come, as well as S'H'ara. Although I doubt she'll like it one bit. Oh and Commander... It's good to have you back on board."

"It is appreciable to be back on board Captain." She replied, as she turned and walked out.

 

[Varshanka]

Stepping onto the bridge Commander T'Ker took a seated position in the Captain's chair. =/\= All hands, this is First Officer Commander A'Lex T'Ker. We are currently within Eldarian space. They will be performing an investigation to ascertain whether we are a species hostile to them. Do NOT interfere with their actions. If you have any questions. Please contact me or the Captain. All senior Officers please report to Ready room One in thirty minutes. =/\=


TAG: ALL SENIOR STAFF (I.E. anyone still in this game)

 

[Lilybean]

Emily was dazed. The week had been a crazy one. One which she hadn't completely understood and definetly didn't want to figure out. She had questions, many questions but those questions would take their time being solved.

Hearing the announcement she nodded and made her way up to the Captains Ready room. She wasn't sure what the meeting would hold but it might have some of the answers to her questions.

Did she want to know the answers?

Hmm..maybe not. The turbolift hummed quietly as it lifted her to the Bridge. Stopping she gave it a moment to settle before exiting and surveying the busy place. The Bridge was always alive with activity. Turning to her left she headed to the ready room. Ringing the chimes she awaited the response to enter.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres

Miguel was sitting behind his desk staring out to the stars, and like his first officer who had returned after changing into her uniform, waiting for the rest of the staff to arrive. Miguel still was getting to know this crew, they were all good people, but they had been thrust into circumstances that have been above and beyond the call of duty. He wondered how they would take this news. He heard the sounding of his door chime and turned around to face the door as he called out "Enter!"

When the door opened he saw it was Lieutenant Star from security. "Please come in Lieutenant and take a seat, we're still waiting on a few stragglers that have yet to arrive." he said politely.

<tags Star anyone else still that hasn't arrived for the meeting>

 

[Lilybean]

Emily nodded,"Thank you sir. I'm sure they'll be along shortly. I have a horrible habit of being early..too early." she winced and sat down. Her eyes nervously wandered about the room. She'd yet to really meet the Captain and she didn't want to talk his ear off. Noo..baaad idea. No talking. Keep silent. Behave...

'and pray he talks first..' she chuckled to herself. The silence becoming uncomfortable.

 

[Bladesman]

A few moments after the order had gone out to report to the Ready room, Duncan arrived there, pausing at the door to adjust his uniform before entering the Ready room. As normal his stance was the perfection of a military walk, almost to a full march, but relaxed enough to be still called a walk.

His face bore the normal serious look that it always bore, very few of the crew had ever seen him with anything other then the serious look on his face. He snaps to attention and salutes, "Captain." Then he turns and nods to the Lieutenent Star before taking a seat at the table.

 

[Lilybean]

Emily smiled at the him, giving a slight wave and a quiet,"Hello." She noticed how opposite they were. There she was seated quietly but relaxed in her chair. Her back resting comfortably, her feet crossed lightly. He, on the other hand, looked perfect even while sitting. It made her want to lean across the table and run her fingers through his hair..just to mess something up.

Grinning at the thought Emily giggled to herself and turned her gaze away. Something she'd never do ..but it was fun to imagine the look on his face. Again the silence ensued...and she again wished it to be broken.

 

[Bladesman]

" Hello."

"Good evening."

He arched an eyebrow as she looked at him and giggled, it was clear she was having a rather mischevious thought. He pondered a moment, looking straight into her eyes, his striking blue eyes holding her gaze for a brief time before he looked away, his attention drawn elsewhere. It was drawn to a portrait of a Klingon battle cruiser flying in tandem along side a Federation ship of the line as the two ships attacked a Borg ship.