Star Trek: The New Frontiers (IC)

[Varshanka]

USS Chimera - Bridge

"Yes of course." Miguel said. He had to remember that many of the names he was used to, S'H'ara was not. "Give me a tactical view, on the screen." he ordered.

Watching as the screen came to life, S'H'ara moved forwards eyes glittering as her head cocked to the side. *Alien.. Prophet. Infidel. Betrayer of life. Destroyer of Worlds.*

Turning to look at the Captain she said. *They'll kill you. You are not their species. Your vessel is unknown to them. Foreign. You are not P'Rotek. You are alien. You must be destroyed before the disease, which is you, can grow.*

"Oh Shit!" Miguel thought to himself. But what he said was "Red Alert, all hands to battlestations!"

A'Lex turned to the viewscreen an eyebrow arching as the alien ship unleashed an energy bolt. Sciences and tactical were still analyzing the alien energy weapon when the shields parted like warm butter before a molten hot blade.

The beam exited the hull of the saucer section, tearing a hole a dozen paces across cleanly through the saucer section.

S'Hara grunted and seemed to wince and snarl, staring at the view screen. Her lips moved but she wasn't saying anything, either audibly or psionically.

"Looks like we're going to test the new Quantum Phasers earlier then expected." Miguel said "Target their weapons and disable them, we don't want to hurt them, just keep them from hurting us."

 

[Varshanka]

USS Chimera - Bridge

"Weapons locked," the Klingon yelled.

"Calm," A'Lex said.

The Federation's weapons lanced out, spearing the alien vessel in multiple locations. The Alien vessel shifted in space, it's engines flaring as it moved closer, rapidly closing the distance between the two vessels.

*Exterminatus.. Self Immolation. Destroy both vessels* S'H'ara said, attempting to communicate the hostile alien captains intent to the aliens she was attempting to assist.

"Targeting solution Sierra, and Fire!" Miguel ordered. He'd take full control of the weapons and were they were fired at, and let Commander T'Ker deal with any maneuvers needed to keep the ship safe. He glanced up at the viewer in times to see several beams of gold with a reddish hue lash out at the incoming attacker. They weren't as bright as they had been during the tests, an obvious indication of the ship's weakened condition.

"Alien vessel closing range. Energy build up indicates a possible core breach, or preparation for massive weapons discharge." A'Lex informed the Captain.

*Their intent is self-immolation. To destroy their ship and this one. Exterminatus.* S'H'ara said.

"With our shields down we won't survive a self-destructing ship. Commander if we take out their energy matrix, should that stop the massive energy build up?"

 

[Varshanka]

USS Chimera - Bridge

"I don't know Captain. Their energy fluctuations and pattern make no logical sense. If their is a pattern I have not yet determined it." The XO said, not even looking up from the station she was at.

*I have lowered their defense matrix. Target this location to remove their movement ability.* S'Hara communicated.

Miguel keyed in the coordinates into his panel, which was then instantly transmitted to his Tactical officer's console. "Quantum Torpedoes, full spread." he ordered.

At the distance that separate the two space faring vessels the P'Rotek had no chance to dodge, or maneuver out of the flight path of the incoming torpedoes. Detonations ripped the hull of the alien ship. Holes opening as fire bloomed from fuel and atmosphere mixing uncontrollably.

"P'Rotek energy matrix increasing exponentially. I recommend maximum sub-light. We need more distance."

"CONN, push her for everything we've got!"

 

[Wyldfire]

Lt. Szera, Engineering.

As soon as battlestations were called Szera had changed her crews' priorities. "Team three, redirect efforts to gravitc dampers. Team four begin recalibrating Gravdrive for direct Z.P.E.S. feed," Szera all but hissed, "Let us put that drill night crew has worked on into practical use."

The ship shuddered and shook under the incoming fire. "Lt. MacKenzie, Ensign Jonas, to Damage control central, scrape up teams five and six and begin Damage control, I am preoccupied." The Dragon Queen of Engineering began overseeing the modififcations when she saw the orders coming in from the Conn.

"Bridge Lt. Szera, am I to assume we need moved quickly? Conn at the Captain's command you will give the ship full power," she laughed, "Captain I am going to put the full 80% of the Zero point into the Grav drive. It will give us one five zero gravities, approximately .98 warp in less than one minute. It is an old Kzinti tactic. Bridge, at your command."

 

[Wolfsister]

Doyle - doc's office

Mari watched as S'H'ara was taken to the Bridge. She didn't go herself, rather wanting to stay anonymous for the moment in her watching. She was intent on her PADD when the Red Alert came on, though because of her PADD she had known it was coming.

As she watched the alien ship fire on them, she braced herself for impact. For a brief moment, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Only half her brain was on analysing the way the telepathetic alien responded to active battle. The rest was focused evenly between running to assist any of the nurses and doctors in the medbay for any possible casualties and analysing the responses of the crew to new threat.

As per her station, she had been instructed to report on the crew, the ship and the general runnings - the Chimera had never been on active duty and so it was her job to analyse and report on just how well their newest ship did.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Bridge

Miguel could feel the navigational defelector sequence, and then felt pressure against his body before the IDF adjusted, as the extra speed kicked in. He knew how fast the new Gravity sublight drive could go, but he never thought he'd be using it.

On the viewer was the ship that had been attacking them. The energy field was continuing to expand and then it simply went boom. The Chimera was fast, but not fast enough to totally avoid the shockwave. The edge of the wave clipped the port nacelle and sent the ship into a lisp.

Miguel and several others were tossed around like rag dolls. When the ship was finally straightened out Miguel was able to stand up and ordere the ship to be slowed and then come to a full stop. "Damage report?" Although his gut was telling him that things were a lot worse then before.

 

[Wyldfire]

Lt. Szera, Engineering. MacKenzie, DC central.

The ships was beginning to roll from the hit to the nacelle. conduits arced and sparked as the direct feed to the gravdrive fried. "Get me batteries on that Gravdrive now!" Szera bellowed. "Assume control of attitude control with what we have left." she keyed the damage report from engineering up to DC central. The ship began to fight the roll of the port list, hobbling on.

Hitting her station comm she said "Captain, this ship isn't going to stay in one piece if you continue to treat her like a child's first skimmer."

From DC central Lt. MacKenzie was receiving reports that did indeed confirm the Dragon lady's statement. "Bridge this is Damage control. Chimera's hull plating cannot begin regeneration until we get the alien ship out of our hull sir. Hull integrity is down to 24 percent. Shield's are out, weapons are down to five percent. Estimated time of repair unknown. Calculations are underway. Engineering crew is down to forty six percent. Medical replicators have just gotten back online."

The man took a breath to check for any further reports. The damage was across the board. There were maybe two decks undamaged. "Sir, we have to get out of hostile space. Slipstream is down. Magdrive is on batteries. Warp is nominal. Reports will continue as they come in. DC central out."

Szera's severely depleted engineers continued their battle to keep Chimera alive. The Engineer didn't waste time with questions. The hull had to begin repairs one way or another. "Captain, this is Engineering. I am recommending that we get a shuttle out to the point of impact and have it attach a tractor to the alien ship and drag it free of Chimera so the hull plating can begin auto repairs."

 

[Varshanka]

Commander A'Lex T'Pol T'Ker - XO - Bridge

"I concur with Engineering Captian. We need to remove the alien vesself rom our hull, before we attempt any more spacial manuevering." A'Lex said, climbing to her feet from her location near the front of the Bridge.

"It's putting to much of a strain on the ship." Crossing the Bridge she took up position at the Helm. "Someone take Mr. Thoras to sickbay," she said, gesturing at the unconscious helmsman.

Stepping over S'H'ara looked around, "I am a qualified pilot of several species' craft. Your's shouldn't be too hard. Even if it is rather..primitive."

Looking over at teh Captain A'Lex raised an eyebrow, they needed the Alien to remove her ship from their hull, but until then..

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Bridge

Miguel's eyes met with his XO's. "Well right now we're not going anywhere. And we have more then one person assigned to the CONN, even though our senior officer is indispossed. But I appreciate the offer, and we will need your assistance in removing your ship from our hull."

Miguel looked around at his battered bridge. Hard to believe that this ship was right only a few hours out of drydock. "Commander T'Ker, see to removal of S'H'ara's ship. The work Bees or the Sphinx work pods should be sufficient, but if not use a shuttle or a runabout."

"Also let's get some of the fighters out there. We'll need some defense while we're sitting here. Also let's have them check out those wrecks out there. I doubt if anyone is alive, but if so we can offer what little assistance we can. If not, then we might be able to find some salvage to help with repairs until we have enough power for the replicators to operate at full capactity." He added as he helped one of the officers that was down up and into the nearby chair.

 

[Varshanka]

Commander A'Lex T'Pol T'Ker - XO

Nodding A'Lex tapped a button on the console, summoning a replacement as she stood up and moved towards the lift. *Please come with me, S'H'ara* she said in her mind. SHe had the feeling teh Alien 'heard' everything around her anyway.

Gesturing at the CEAR squad, A'Lex moved into the turbo lift, followed by the CEAR and S'H'ara.


****

Stepping off the turbo lift the group moved towards the Alien vessel that had been embedded in the Chimera. Unconsciously S'H'ara mimiced A'Lex's hip rolling sashaying walk. Of nearly the same height the effect of both women walking in almost perfect step was rather stunning.

Thankfully the CEAR team was disciplined enought to not mention it, or be obvious about there looking.

Moving up to the doorway A'Lex entered the security code that had sealed the door and stepped inside. She wasn't that worried about the Alien attacking her from behind. She was fairly certains he could hold the red-skinned female off long enough for the CEAR Team to bring it down, if needed.

Walking up to the ship she looked across the smooth silver surface, but saw no indication of any entry point. Turning to the alien she raised an eyebrow and gestured at the ship.

***

S'H'ara paused for a moment, watching the pointed eared ground walker as they stopped outside her ship. Tilting her head slightly she stepped forward, approaching her ship. Reaching out her hand passed acorss the hull, not quite touching it. Her motion like a lover anticipating that final caress.

The side of teh ship rippled and flowed, an opening appearing more like magic than technology. Almost as if the ship was an enormous changeling.

The CEAR unit moved instantly, pushing her aside,a nd forcing their way in. Moment's later they stepped back out. "All clear, Commander T'Ker."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." A'Lex replied, gesturing for the alien to enter it's own ship, she followed.

S'H'ara stepped into her ship, her toned muscles flexing. But her mind was slipping along the Vulcan's mind. And she found that the female follwoing ehr was watching the way she moved. Watching the way muscles tensed and relaxed. And apparently enjoying the view. Interesting..., S'H'ara thought.

Moving towards the front of her vessel she knelt and lay in the pilot's position. The seat/cushion/platform molded to her body instantly. Conforming to ehr own personal shape and position. Seconds later the entry way sealed shut and the ship hummed.

The wall shimmered and showed the exterior of the vessel, as if the entire thing was a window. *For you convienence, Commander A'Lex..* S'H'ara purred. Her face was looking at the floor, but her voice was in the Commander's skull. Soft, seductive. Like a telepathic Orion.

Grabbing the wall A'Lex shuddered, emotions ripping through her mind and body. The simple subtle presence of S'H'ara doing innocently what she did was nearly to much for the Vulcan's control. Her hand clenched against the wall, making an imprint of her hand.

***

One moment The Ansibian Scout Vessel (ASV) was impaled in the side of the USS CHimera, the next it was ripping free tearing an even larger hole in the side of the much larger vessel. Verily like an amature surgeon removing a bullet from a patient.

Exploding from the side of the Chimera, the ASV shot across the stars. Instantaneously individual markers began popping up. Dozens of them. *I am registering life signs in multiple trajectories. Thirty-two seperate biosignitures. Twenty-one micro-vessels. Saviour pods is my calculation. Transferring data to your vessel. My vessel is not capable of performing rescue operations.*

Tapping ehr commbadge A'Lex hoped the Chimera would reciever her. "This is Commander T'Ker, there are possible survivors from the first vessel. We're tracking Twenty-one possible escape pods. Recommend tractor beams or Transporter rescue. Aliens may be hostile or aggresive. S'H'ara's vessel is clear of the Chimera, inform Engineering to begin hull and structural repairs. T'Ker out."

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Bridge

Miguel heard the communique from his first officer, but she have closed the channel before he even had a chance to reply. "Open the doors to the main hanger, if possible so that the Commander and her team can come back home." He ordered as he walked over to the science station. "Full sensor sweep. Get me the coordinates of those life pods."

"There you go sir." The science officer said as she put the graphic on one of her monitors. "They're well within our sensor range, but the not within transporter or tractor beam range. Our own movement to get away from the explosion, as well the explosion itself has knocked them and us out of those ranges."

"Which ship are these pods coming from?" Miguel asked.

"The ship that had sent out the intial call for help sir. And many of them appear to have been damaged by the explosion of the attacking ship. Some have just minor structual damage, others seem to be more heavily damaged and on the verge of becoming incapable of supporting life."

"Well the Chimera isn't going anywhere at the moment." Miguel with a sigh. However he had no intention of not fullfilling his duty. "Alpha team shuttle and runabout crews to your craft for rescue operations. Security I want 4 person teams on each craft armed with phaser rifles just in case." Miguel ordered.

There were six full size shuttles, 2 Flyer class runabouts, and 2 Fury assualt runabouts. The Alpha team flew the full size shuttles, after all the shuttle pods wouldn't be large enough to do any of the rescues. But even using all 10 of those larger craft it would take time to gather up the survivors, they may not get everyone. But all he and his crew can do was the best they can. He walked over to the Master Situtation Display and could see the big glowing red areas showing damage. His ship was hurting, and from what he could see it was going to take awhile for her to get better. The Hull was repairing itself, but unlike a Borg ship, it would take the Chimera awhile. That much damage would take at least 4 hours.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Bridge

Miguel walked over to one of the tactical stations that was immediately behind him. He opened the frequency to the Commander's combadge. "Torres to T'Ker. Commander I don't know if your getting this. But Chimera will not be able to handle the actual rescue. We're out of tractor and transporter range, and for now it's best if we stay put for repairs. I'm dispatching all our larger shuttles, and all runabouts for rescue operations. If that vessel is capable, you might be able to help in that. If S'H'ara agrees that is." Miguel said and waited to see if he got any response from his first officer.

 

[Varshanka]

Joint Post

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

*I shall do what I can.* S’H’ara communicated to A’Lex.

Moments later the small vessel darted through space and tapped one of the saviour pods, knocking it towards the Chimera. Darting from location to location the ASV tapped, knocked, and bumped more and more escape pods towards the Chimera.

Darting to a new location the ASV paused, drifting near the escape pod, scanners penetrating the hull as the Ansibian female probed the mind inside. *This one is deceased.* She said.

“Can you tagged that vessel so the Chimera can identify it?” A’Lex asked, “The CMO will want to perform an autopsy. To better understand the species.”

*I understand,* the red skinned female S’H’ara replied. Tagging the vessel with a sonic wave pulse generator she moved to the next one.

*I am detecting several non-functional biosignatures. Shall I adjust their trajectories as well?*

“Yes, and inform the Captain that they are headed his way.”

 

[Varshanka]

Joint Post

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

*Very well.* S’H’ara didn’t need to look over her shoulder to view A’Lex, but seeing her with her own eyes was much more… fulfilling. And enjoyable.

Miguel was in his ready room monitoring everything from there as he looked at data from stellar cartography on this region of space. He was trying to stay out of the way of his people to let them do their jobs. They were all good people and knew what they needed to do, they didn't need him hovering over them. However if something came up he was right there.

*Ground walker Leader, we have one vessel headed your way. A deceased for the Apothecarion. Also I have redirected several deceased hostiles towards your position.*

Miguel sighed. "Thank you S'Hara. Let's just focus on those that are alive for now. We can note the positions of the deceased for pick up by their people later." He told her. It wasn't that he didn't want to bring them on board so they could eventually be buried by their own people. However he had learned a long time ago that some races are picky about their burial rights.

*Very well, Ground walker. You are a strange people indeed. Do you have any other requests?* she asked as minor power waves rippled out capturing the drifting corpses and bringing them to a halt.

"No that will be all for now." he replied. He wondered if he would ever get used to how she phrased things.

Darting over to the corpse ship she paused it as well as she waited for his response. Moving onward she guided more ships towards the alien ship.

It took several hours but she managed to guide all the vessels towards the Chimera. A rough estimate on her part, in combination with the onboard tactical systems she was able to calculate a survival estimate of 32 Aliens.

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Observation Room

Miguel was sitting at the head of the table reading the latest reports. Repairs were still well underway, but at least the hole in the outter hull was repairing itself nicely. There was also force fields in place now which had allowed the engineering teams to start reparing the inner structure before the the outter hull was complete.

But what he was more interested at the moment was the new race they had rescued. They called themselves the Mendar, and according to the Doctor except for some differences they appeared to be very human. Miguel was currently waiting for their leader, or Alpha as they refered to him, who was receiving final treatment.

Miguel didn't know if Commander T'Ker would return in time for this first meeting, as such he had asked the Counselor to join him as soon as she was able. Until then he looked at the data that had already been collected on them. From what he could see virtually none of the males were shorter than 6 ft in height. In fact they averaged around 6' 6" in height. Even the females were taller then normal human females. None of them shorter then 5' 10". Their muscular structure was denser than humans as well. They were probably as strong as Vulcans, and about twice as fast as humans. But the most surprising difference was they had three bones projecting out of each forearm, like a set of blades.

Miguel couldn't believe it, that somehow this far away. The Nietzscean ideal had been achieved. He wondered if it was through advanced genetics as had been attempted on Earth 500 years ago, or through natural evolotion. Either way he couldn't wait to learn more about them.

 

[Wolfsister]

Compiling all the data she had, Doyle was dog tired by the time her shift had ended. With everything cleared in her head, and a few ideas about both the new race they had encountered as well as S'H'ara, Marigold was ready to fall into bed.

Logging onto her own personal space, she saw the note waiting for her from the captain. "At your earliest convenience..." she stared at the timer and shook her head.

Drifting through her apartments, she made sure she looked fresh and ready for duty, despite having been awake for the last twenty hours. Taking a last look in the mirror, she lamented at her plain face and then strode out of the efficiently swishing doors.

When she entered the observation lounge, she looked cool, calm and collected. Luckily she wasn't late - as only the captain was in residence. "Captain Torres," she smiled warmly, "I came as soon as I could. How can I help you?"

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Observation Room

"Come on in Counselor take a seat." he said with a smile and took a drink of some coffee. "I was just looking over the preliminary information that we have on the Mendar. Waiting for their leader, what's his name again? Oh yes Quatre Winner."

"Anyway I asked you here so we can get a better profile on them. Also to see if there's anything you might have learned about them yet." he told her.

 

[Varshanka]

Commander A'Lex T'Pol T'Ker - XO - Observation Lounge

Walking down the corridor A’Lex staggered and paused. Leaning against the wall for a moment. She waited for the dizziness to pass.

Once she was recovered Commander T’Ker continued on, finishing the short walk to the turbo lift. At least she didn’t have to deal with S’H’ara. She was being watched by the CEAR team.

Although if they didn’t have all the Mandar on board, they’d have a couple dozen more watching her.

***

Exiting the turbolift she moved to the Observation Room and stepped inside. “I apologize for my lateness Captain, Counselor. The Ansibian choose to observe the repair of the ship. After shifting everything she thought we’d want in our direction. Even after I pointed out the illogic of many of those items.”

Tag: Captain Torres
Tag: Counselor Doyle

 

[LuckyVic]

Captain Torres- Observation Room

Miguel smiled, he was happy that she had been able to make it back before the meeting with the Mendar Alpha. "Good to have you back on board Commander. The Counselor and I were just talking about our new guests, the Mendar." he said as he motioned of her to take her seat.

 

[LuckyVic]

Unfortunately before he was able to tell Commander T'Ker anything the door opened yet again and in stepped one of the guards "Captain the Mendar ship's Alpha is here as you requested."

"Very well let him in." Torres said as he stood up to greet the man.

The guard stepped to the side and motioned for the guest to enter. What entered wasn't quite what Miguel was expecting, even though he had read the data. Seeing the huge individual enter the observation lounge was far different then seeing him on security footage. Quatre Winner was what the Mendar called the Alpha of his ship. "I'm Captain Miguel Torres of the Federation starship Chimera." Miguel said as he extended his arm to the other man in friendship.

It was strange for him to have to look up in order to look into another man's eyes seeing since he was 6'6". But this Mendar was standing at least six inches above him and seemed to be a mountain of muscle dressed in what looked like an all leather uniform. He wore a brown vest with an insignia of a what Miguel thought could be a double helix going through a planet. The vest was sleeveless, and v-cut in front. Everything about him seemed to scream he was the strongest on his ship. Miguel began to wonder if the term Alpha wasn't more than just a rank for him.

Quatre looked at Miguel immediately sizing the smaller man. After deciding that this man was worthy enough he also extended his hand, but instead of taking Miguel's hand he placed his hand along the man's forearm and shook that instead. "I want to thank you for assisting my crew Captain Miguel Torres of the Federation starship Chimera. I am Quatre Winner out of Une and Treize Winner."

"This is my second in command Commander A'Lex T'Pol T’Ker, and my Ship's Counselor Marigold Doyle." Miguel said introducing the two women.

Quatre went to the woman that was closer to the Captain. She was far different than the other one. It was far beyond just having pointed ears. He wondered if they served some purpose. However she seemed powerful for such a small body. Her scent was nearly intoxicating, much like his mates. "Commander A'Lex T'Pol T’Ker." he said as he held out his hand to her.

 

[Wyldfire]

Lt. Szera, Engineering. MacKenzie Engineering store room three..

Now that the alien ship was clear of the hull the work went from disaster to stable in fairly short order. The engineering crew was going to be over worked for days or weeks to come and Szera had already given the orders to get the engine room's replicator online first and foremost. She knew that when crewmen started arduous work with a minimum of sleep that mistakes would begin. To stop gap this she was working on splitting the available crew into two teams. It would be port and starboard duty rotation in 40 hour shifts with eight hours of down time between shifts. It was going to be hard on the crew but it had to be done. MacKenzie was the next highest ranked in Engineering and he would lead the second team to Szera's first team. She sent second team off to get their eight hours before coming back online. First team would do forty then hit their eight hours.

Once the replicator was up she instructed the engineering crew to eat, and eat double what they normally would. When sleep was short calories could substitute for sleep in a pinch. This was an ancient tactic that human fishermen used in a northern sea, when they would spend 36 hour workdays fishing for an animal called crab. Szera's team was to take the first shift and she herself had just finished a meal in excess of 9,500 calories and she could feel the energy as she began working. As her body burned off the calories she would stay alert and aware enough to not make the mistakes that could get someone killed.

As she worked on the conduits to get the gravdrive back online to her standards she began verifying to herself the priorities. Mobility, defense, offense, ship functionality, and finally would come crew comfort. No one aboard the Chimera would be having fun for a while but it would happen again. Unless of course the Captain put the ship back through the wringer in the near future.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Lt. MacKenzie led his men towards the quarters they were going to be using until the main crew quarters were all back up and running. They were going to convert an emptied out store room as a barracks like bay for the down crew of Engineering.

It took them about an hour to get everything in order and as they started bedding down several of his shift complained that they were still too wired to sleep. MacKenzie knew this wouldn't work if men weren't getting their vital eight hours in every forty eight. He keyed his comm badge "Lt. MacKenzie to sick bay, Requesting mild sedatives for some overly wound up Engineers. We have eight hours before going back on duty and some of the men can't get to sleep. I really don't want them to have to do a job twice, so their sleep is paramount. Think you docs could spare a little something?"

 

[Varshanka]

Observation Lounge

Commander A'Lex T'Pol T'Ker - XO
Captain Miguel Torres
Quarte - Alpha of the Mandar
Tag: Counselor

Commander T'Ker looked at the Mandar Alpha, and his outstretched hand. "I apologize, but my people do not find physical contact to be acceptable in public settings. It's an intimate gesture.. I hope you understand."

Quatre looked her up and down again. It must be some rule this Captain Torres had of his mates, he thought to himself. "But of course." Assuming the same had to be true about the Counselor, the Mendar Alpha just sat down in the chair the Captain had offered him.

"Is there anyone we can try and contact and let them know of your situation? After all it will probably be a few days until we're up and running again. I'd hate to have you sitting around here waiting for us to be able to get you home." Miguel told him.

"I'm afraid not Captain Torres. We were out on a... scouting mission when we were attacked. They had us out numbered but we fought valiantly, unfortunately destroying their last vessel was not possible since we had taken to much damage. So as much as I'd like to go home earlier, we're a bit out of our communications range." Quatre answered

Taking a seat T'Pol made sure she left one vacant between herself and the Captain. She needed to get more nasal agent, before she killed the human and his offensive odor.

The Mandar's scent wasn't the same as a Human, or anyone else she'd dealt with, but it was just enough different from a Vulcan that it was.. off.

"Well then as your people are released from sickbay we'll have them assigned to quarters, just as you have been. You have free roam of the ship, except for the areas that are under repair, and of course are otherwise sensitive areas. You'll also have access to our computers in order to learn anything you want about us."

The Mendar Alpha couldn't help but keep looking at Commander T'Ker. She maybe from a different species then he, however if he was not mistaken, her scent told him that she either was in heat or entering that state. He found himself wondering how it would be to take such an alien creature, or what her genes would add to his own in offspring. However even for all his mussings, he hadn't miss a single word from the Captain. "You are too kind Captain. Is there anything else you require of me?"

"Data. Information. Star charts. Knowledge." A'Lex said, pressing for information the Captain was dancing around.

"Unfortunately our data has been destroyed with our ship. But anything we can help you, we shall." Quatre spoke truthfully, at least for the most part he meant it.

"Well you can start by telling us who it was that had attacked you and why." Miguel said taking the opening he had been given.

"They are known as P'Rotek. A vile race of religious zealots. We've been at war with them for many years. There is no talking to them Captain, they feel that there is no place in this galaxy for anyone other than them." Quatre answered.

"Do you know what star system they are from?" A'Lex inquired. They needed information to survive. And this.. thing was being obstinate in his refusal to provide information.

"I'm afraid not. I do however know that we are nowhere near it. This area used to belong to the Mendar roughly 4 generations ago." He replied.

It was obvious to Miguel that Quarte was only ready to answer questions he felt comfortable answering. He didn't know if it was because he just didn't trust them yet or if he was hiding something.

 

[Wolfsister]

Marigold - observation lounge

Before Mari could get any further information on the Mendar, the Alpha was walking into the room. Quatre was impressive from the first with his simple uniform and his massive size, but something about his bearing told her that not only was he impressive to humans but also impressive to his own species. Mari smiled warmly as he turned to greet herself and the commander, but when he turned away from her, she saw an arrogant intelligence that the captain would have to watch out for. But she had to wait until this interview was over before she reported her observations.

Taking a seat across from him, Mari gave another warm smile. She looked unassuming and unthreatening, as well as utterely feminine. "How are your people faring? I would hope we have not managed to offend you in some way, but our ways must differ from yours. Would you mind if I asked a few questions concerning your culture? You may ask what you wish of mine." She blinked, stared at him and then smiled again,"May I ask where women, that is, females, fit in your society? Their roles and how they are treated?" she gave him yet another indulgent smile, "As you can plainly see, that topic is of special interest to me."

If she gathered information about their social structure, key points being women, politics and military structure, she should be able to puzzle out their basic sociology. Hopefully he would be more forthcoming with information he might deem as unimportant. Let the captian and commander handle other things, what Mari wanted to know what what made the Mendar, Mendar.

 

[LuckyVic]

Quatre Winner- Observation Room

"All Mendar are warriors, including our women. We are a race made up of 9 different subspecies we call prides. Every pride has an Alpha, which is the strongest, smartest, and quickest male. All of the Alphas make up our ruling body, the strongest of them becomes the leader. Now don't let the fact that our leaders are only men fool you, we cherish our women. The strongest woman of each pride is known as the Matriarch. One of the primary duties of the Pride Matriarch is to assure that the genes of a prospective mate, either male or female, are good ones, and that those genes will benefit the pride by reproduction.

Another duty is to make sure that weak genes are removed, so that they do not contribute to the pride. This is accomplished by preventing weak genes from entering the pride in the first place, but it also means that the Matriarch may need to remove weak male and female members of her own pride in order to assure the survival of the rest of the pride. This does not necessarily mean killing weaker members. It can be as simple as surgically removing the ova from a strong female and implanted into lower-ranking women so that the pride would have more offspring with her superior genes." He told the Counselor.

"Every ship is run in the same manner with the commander being the Alpha." he then added.

 

[Varshanka]

The Captain, Executive Officer and Alpha.. Tag The Counselor

"Every ship is run in the same manner with the commander being the Alpha." he then added.

"Is the ship hierarchy the same as your Clan hierarchy? Alpha is Captain, second strongest on the ship is Executive Officer and so on? Or is the Executive Officer the strongest female?" A’Lex asked.

Quatre turned his attention to Commander T'ker. "Yes whoever has proven themselves to be the second strongest on the ship is the Second in Command, whether they be male or female. Do you not decide such things in a similar fashion? After all you are Second on this ship." he said looking at the Vulcan female.

"For us strength is not just physical. I am physically stronger and smarter than the Captain. But I do not have the experience of Command that he does." A'Lex replied, not divulging that she'd refused a Captaincy. Something she never mentioned.

"Becoming Captain involves many traits, not just being able to beat a competitor in combat."

"You must come from an interesting place." Quatre replied. "Nothing matters more then victory, it is through victory that we prove our genes superior and thus are able to bound with others of superior genes in order to make the Pride stronger. Nothing is more important for us, our very existence revolves around that."

"Fascinating.." A'Lex replied. "My species determined long ago that violence would result in the mutual destruction of our entire race. So we abandoned that path, instead we embraced logic."

"Although my species didn't embrace logic to the point that the Commander's did, we also learned the same lesson. Now we seek to better ourselves and our fellow citizens of the Federation through exploration." the Captain stated.

"But you ship is powerful, you were able to destroy and keep from being destroyed by a P'Rotek carrier."

"We can and will defend ourselves if needed. But our mission is one of peace, and our weapons merely defensive." Miguel defended.

Looking over at the counselor A'Lex wondered if she had any more questions to ask, or observations to report yet.