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Getting on the turbolift and taking it to the bridge, Fayth tapped out a nervous rhythm on the bulkhead. She’d actually never been on the bridge of any ship. And now she, supposed, she’d be a fixture on the bridge on occasion. It as a strange sensation and she tugged at her collar feeling the extra pip there. She still wasn’t quite sure if she was excited or overwhelmingly nervous about her new position.

The door of turbolift 3 opened and she stepped out onto the bridge. She took in the layout quickly and then stepped down the ramp and to the center where Drudoc and Soval were sitting. “Captain, I have the results of the ion test I conducted from our guests’ shuttle. I used that to track their path. The data doesn’t add up.” She passed Drudoc the PaDD with the information: The ion signatures were of a patch of ionic radiation relatively near to where the Ark Angel picked up the shuttle. A direct route from the coordinates to the location where the shuttle was retrieved was entirely possible without passing through the radiation patch, which would strike anyone as odd, as the shuttle would not have had to been damaged if they’d taken the direct route.

Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

”..That is strange..” Drudoc commented looking things over.

Fayth looked around and didn’t see the CoS on the bridge at the moment. “Should I take this to the CoS in person, Ma’am?” The whole situation was new to her and she wasn’t sure of the protocol, but it didn’t feel right. And if these “guests” were up to something, shouldn’t the CoS know? And if it’s suspicious should she take it in person or just call him to the bridge? Well someone call him to the bridge. She was going to have to look up protocol for this type of thing.

Turning in her chair to face Trainor she said. “..Lt commander could you locate where the chief of security is and have them report to the bridge please?” She said.

Seeing lieutenant Fayth enter the bride, Soval mouthed a silent mantra as he raised the wards to his mind as he crossed the bridge to his seat, hoping it would bring a measure of relief to the young officer.

Soval

Fayth glanced curiously at the XO, having felt the drop in noise level. She was grateful for it, but also curious. She’d never met a Vulcan who would or could do that.

“Odd indeed....” Trainor added to Fayth’s report. “I’ve been monitoring the sensors that were aimed at our destination and I’m reading a faint… well a faint disturbance,” Tenzing announced. The Operations Officer sighed when he found that the computer couldn’t identify the readings, but sent them to the CO’s and XO’s monitors.

“The sensors can’t make heads or tails of it, and well… it’s barely even showing up.” The Lieutenant Commander added.

Trainor Operations

”..Anything on probe scans that you sent ahead? Maybe a visual report?” Drudoc queried.

Soval mentally compared the sensor readings against signatures he new of stealth ships, Orion scouts with compressed tri-titanium hulls, any number of cloaked Klingon or Romulan ships and federation forward observation ships with masking ECM. He had spent hours beyond counting staring into a scan hood looking for just such anomalies.

LC Soval

Drudoc reviewed the information, she agreed it was odd. “..Are our guests still in Sickbay 1?” She asked.

Once she got confirmation that they all were, Drudoc ‘hmmmed’ and then opened a comm channel. =/\= Andone to Lieutenant Marshall please respond. =/\= She said in her more usual calm ‘nothing is amiss tone’ that she used with everyone normally on her ship.

Drudoc Andone CO

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=/\=Lt. Marshall here Captain, What can I do for you?=/\= Replied Hayley

Jr.Lt. Marshall CMO

=/\= Lieutenant, could you break away from any of your current duties, to go to your office? I have a....personal concern to address regarding my daughter quickly. =/\= She said. Her tone was more relaxed usually one used while off duty but addressing personal affairs not ship duty.

Drudoc Andone CO

=/\=Of course, Captain, I will head there momentarily=/\= Hayley stepped away from Biobed one and made eye contact with NE Dr. Morgan. “Alyse, would you mind finishing up this gentleman’s medical eval? I have something I need to deal with elsewhere.” Hayley made her way to her office as NE Dr. Morgan took her place. Once the doors had closed she reopened the channel.

=/\=Lt. Marshall to Captain Andone, you have my undivided attention. I am guessing this has something to do with our visitors?=/\=

Jr. Lt. Marshall, CMO

Drudoc couldn’t help but let a quirk of a smile paint her full lips at Marshall’s response, she was quick to catch on to the Captain’s unspoken message, she just had to equally hope their guests didn’t. =/\= You are right Lieutenant, it would seem Tel’eck and some others came down with a particular case of Terran Greek root worm flu, she’s fine for now though I’ll probably bring her by later for a check up with you. From talking to her she and her friends were near the shuttlebay when our guests arrive before they became sick. I’d like you to give our guests full medical work ups, and pysch evaluations. From what I understand of the flu it can cause not only physical sickness but mental instabilities too. My concern is our guests may have brought it aboard without knowing. If needed isolate them to avoid further contamination.=/\= She said, keeping up with the ruse just in case any other words might be overheard.

Drudoc Andone CO

“Looks like Lieutenant Watley is in the Shuttlebay with the Engineering staff, Captain.” Trainor responded once the computer located his bio reading. “I’ll put what I have up from the probe readings onto the viewscreen, but I didn’t find anything abnormal from that at the time.”

Trainor Operations

Drudoc nodded, “..Thank you Commander Trainor.” She said then opened another comm once she was done with Lt Marshall. =/\= Andone to Lieutenant Watley =/\= She said.

Drudoc Andone CO