Lt. Cmdr. V'Len Kel - We've come..to the end of the road
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Mar 7, 2026, 7:11:09 PM (3 days ago) Mar 7
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((Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
The situation on the bridge was tense and try as they might the standoff with the Sheliak remained unsolved. V'Len knew that the Akira-class vessels were tough and the Ronin even more so, but the vessel before them was no a standard Sheliak vessel. It had incorporated elements of Tholian technology the computer had no information to offer on its capabilities. If it came to a fight, V'Len was not sure how well the Ronin and her crew would come out of it. The Akira-class was highly maneuverable, but V'Len suspected that the sturdy Alliance vessel packed a mean punch. As he considered his next course of action and alert sounded on the bridge.
Nicolau: Sir! Readings from the moon are stabilizing...I think....I think our people did it!
Wren: Response
Kel: Finally some good news.
V'Len allowed a smile to slowly creep across his face. Finally. He tapped rapidly on his own armrest console to confirm what the Lieutenant had told him. Indeed, the reactor power was decreasing. Tucker and his team had done it, they'd reactivated the cooling system. The reactor would not run out of control. He only hoped that the team was still alive to get back to the ship.
T’Fearne: Who else is left on the surface?
Kel: A team under Commander Tucker and a team under Lieutenant Shortrith. Lt. T'Fearne signal them both to get back to the Ronin.
Nicolau: Sir, sensor interference is dropping, we should be able to confirm the location of our people to within a few meters if this keeps up.
Wren: Response
T’Fearne: ::worried:: We need to get them back aboard. I can’t risk firing at Hostile One if it’s got our teams on the moon behind it.
Kel: =/\= Kel to Esot. It looks like the cooling system is working. Crank it as high as possible, maybe we can extinguish the reaction all together. =/\=
Esot: =/\= Response =/\=
Nicolau: Whatever they're doing is definitely have an effect, sir...radiation levels are diminishing, energy readings have plateaued...space around the moon is returning to normal, sir. Well...as normal as it ever is in the Isles.
Wren: Response
V'Len now glanced at his monitor once more.
Kel: The amount of radiation escaping the lid is diminishing. Ensign Wren can we get a lock on our people?
Nicolau: Lieutenant Junior...uh...sorry sir...Ian Junior...sorry...escape course alpha and bravo are plotted and on your board, sir. Bravo takes us within a few hundred meters of some stellar debris that's stuck in the moons orbit if you're looking for an opportunity to...razzle dazzle, sir.
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
Kel: Lt. Nicolau what's the status of the black hole?
Nicolau: It appears to be...collapsing, sir. Gravimetric output is down by fifteen percent, radius of the event horizon has contracted significantly.
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
O’Connor: So I don’t think it’ll be an issue for us. In fact we might be able to use it to our advantage against that slower ship if need be.
That too was something like good news. V'Len was just feeling satisfied when the Ronin rocked violently.
Kel: Let me guess, our Sheliak friends?
O’Connor: Actually no, it was some sort of aftershock of radiation from the facility. As it shut down it must have built up in the atmosphere then released as one last burst. Shields drained to 37% though.
Nicolau: Outer hull temperature spiked...minor alpha and gamma radiation bleed through the shields but nothing serious...we blew out a few EPS couplings on deck eight...I think we're alright sir.
Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to Captain Kel...to anyone on the bridge! Orbital weapons fire is impacting near the facility. Teams on the surface are preparing for evac, is it safe to lift off? =/\=
Kel: =/\= Ensign Evinrude stay calm. It's residual energy in the reactor system breaking loose. The power levels are going down, well done. Tell Commander Tucker to link up with Dr. Shortrith's team and get back to the Ronin, ASAP. =/\=
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
O’Connor: No, it was actually a good thing. I just used the momentum of that blast to move us farther. T’Fearne should have a clear line of fire now.
V'Len hoped they would not need it and to his great pleasure, a chime told them they were being hailed.
O’Connor: Incoming message…from the Sheliak vessel.
Nicolau: Any chance you can turn the volume down before he starts speaking?
V'Len rose and pulled down his tunic to smooth it.
Kel: Put them through Commander, thank you.
O’Connor: Aye, on screen
B’hab: =/\= Was it something I said, Captain? =/\=
Kel: =/\= Not at all, Administrator. Some of the reactor components below are coming back on line. You'll note the power level dropping. ::beat:: You're welcome
A new set of chirps and whistles told Kel that something new was happening. On he screen a ship was coming into the system, it showed the sleek lines of a Ferengi Marauder. V'Len had always wondered what the ships were like inside. It was widely rumored that their level of technology was on par with a Galaxy-class starship.
B’hab:=/\= Well, well, well Captian, what do we have here? I’m guessing it was someone smarter than you to get the Fregengi involved. I had no clue your ship came with a lawyer. This could backfire, you know. =/\=
V'Len smiled. Jack Marrow had indeed saved the same. The presence of the Ferengi would mean a long arduous process before anyone could resume control of the facility.
Kel: =/\= I did warn you that I would invoke the Federations right to arbitration. As for backfiring, let's just be thankful that's not happening with the reactor on the surface.
The screen split down the middle and half was suddenly filled with a much too close Ferengi face. V'Len tried to put on as pleasant a smile as possible.
Brac: =/\= This is Liquidator Brac, and I’m escorting an Arbitor as requested by Judge Advocate General Representative Lieutenant Junior Grade Jack Morrow of the USS Ronin =/\=
V'Len smiled and nodded to Brac.
B’hab: =/\= This is none of your business, Ferengi; this is between the Alliance and the Ronin, you have no claim to this system. =/\=
Brac: =/\= You are correct, or were correct. As of this Stardate, the Ferengi Alliance has put in a sizable bid on this system. Which would include whatever is left of the station on the moon. You’re both to remove yourselves within the next hour, or face the consequences. I’m willing to parlay if that is your choice; hostilities will not be tolerated. =/\=
The transmission ended from the Ferengi side.
Kel: =/\= Well. At least he's given me a more reasonable time table to depart. =/\=
B’hab: =/\= You heard the tube grub, what will it be. =/\=
Kel: =/\= Who am I to get in the way of the Treaty of Armens? We'll be under way shortly. Ronin out. =/\=
The bridge was silent and for a moment V'Len stared at the viewscreen before him. The purple cone of radiation that had been emanating from the reactor had diminished greatly. For the moment it seemed that the crisis was averted. He only wondered if that meant the timeline that had resulted in the death of Niac and Raga had been avoided.
Nicolau: Sir...did you just....use the Ferengi to out litigate the Sheliak?! We should get our people out of here before those two start flinging injunctions in all directions...last thing we need is an away team crippled by a restraining order.
Kel: ::nodding:: T'Fearne coordinate getting our teams back aboard. Wren, O'Connor get us ready to depart for Deep Space 33. ::turning to Nicolau:: Don't worry too much Lieutenant, I'm sure Mr. Marrow is already filing injunctions and changes of venue. This system will be tied up in red tape for quite some time.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Nicolau: I'll update those course plots to avoid any red tape, sir. I'll alert you immediately if I see any process servers closing in.
V'Len waited, still standing watching the viewscreen. He wondered if it was really over. The Lattice Alliance didn't always follow the treaty the Federation had with the Sheliak. There was also the possibility of Tholian intervention and the Tholians did not negotiate. The minutes seemed to drag by.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Kel: Excellent! Mr. O'Connor let's get moving. Best speed to DS33.
The crew was safely back aboard. That was the most important thing. He knew they would all be bombarding sickbay and his natural instinct was to get to sickbay and help. However, first and foremost he needed to get the ship to safety. The stars on the screen before him lengthened and only then did V'Len finally sit down in the chair once more. He closed his eyes
Kel: What's our overall status.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Kel: ::nodding:: Good. Good work, all of you.
He hoisted himself to standing.
Kel: I'm heading to sickbay to check on our people. Get repairs underway and alert me anything changes. Mr. O'Connor you have the conn.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
V'Len headed into the turbolift and sighed as the door hissed behind him. He was unsure if he wanted to scream very loudly or weep. It was not the smooth ride he'd hoped for while Niac was away. He'd sent people into harm's way, left the ship with only Vomek in charge and probably caused an interstellar diplomatic incident. Still they were all back together and the ship in once piece. The next step was to check on the crew and then find Niac and Raga. As the doors hissed open V'Len set out once more. He reached up to rub his chin and noted the lengthening stubble. Perhaps he was growing into being a Captain after all.
[[End Scene/Act 3/Mission for V'Len Kel]]
--
The situation on the bridge was tense and try as they might the standoff with the Sheliak remained unsolved. V'Len knew that the Akira-class vessels were tough and the Ronin even more so, but the vessel before them was no a standard Sheliak vessel. It had incorporated elements of Tholian technology the computer had no information to offer on its capabilities. If it came to a fight, V'Len was not sure how well the Ronin and her crew would come out of it. The Akira-class was highly maneuverable, but V'Len suspected that the sturdy Alliance vessel packed a mean punch. As he considered his next course of action and alert sounded on the bridge.
Nicolau: Sir! Readings from the moon are stabilizing...I think....I think our people did it!
Wren: Response
Kel: Finally some good news.
V'Len allowed a smile to slowly creep across his face. Finally. He tapped rapidly on his own armrest console to confirm what the Lieutenant had told him. Indeed, the reactor power was decreasing. Tucker and his team had done it, they'd reactivated the cooling system. The reactor would not run out of control. He only hoped that the team was still alive to get back to the ship.
T’Fearne: Who else is left on the surface?
Kel: A team under Commander Tucker and a team under Lieutenant Shortrith. Lt. T'Fearne signal them both to get back to the Ronin.
Nicolau: Sir, sensor interference is dropping, we should be able to confirm the location of our people to within a few meters if this keeps up.
Wren: Response
T’Fearne: ::worried:: We need to get them back aboard. I can’t risk firing at Hostile One if it’s got our teams on the moon behind it.
Kel: =/\= Kel to Esot. It looks like the cooling system is working. Crank it as high as possible, maybe we can extinguish the reaction all together. =/\=
Esot: =/\= Response =/\=
Nicolau: Whatever they're doing is definitely have an effect, sir...radiation levels are diminishing, energy readings have plateaued...space around the moon is returning to normal, sir. Well...as normal as it ever is in the Isles.
Wren: Response
V'Len now glanced at his monitor once more.
Kel: The amount of radiation escaping the lid is diminishing. Ensign Wren can we get a lock on our people?
Nicolau: Lieutenant Junior...uh...sorry sir...Ian Junior...sorry...escape course alpha and bravo are plotted and on your board, sir. Bravo takes us within a few hundred meters of some stellar debris that's stuck in the moons orbit if you're looking for an opportunity to...razzle dazzle, sir.
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
Kel: Lt. Nicolau what's the status of the black hole?
Nicolau: It appears to be...collapsing, sir. Gravimetric output is down by fifteen percent, radius of the event horizon has contracted significantly.
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
O’Connor: So I don’t think it’ll be an issue for us. In fact we might be able to use it to our advantage against that slower ship if need be.
That too was something like good news. V'Len was just feeling satisfied when the Ronin rocked violently.
Kel: Let me guess, our Sheliak friends?
O’Connor: Actually no, it was some sort of aftershock of radiation from the facility. As it shut down it must have built up in the atmosphere then released as one last burst. Shields drained to 37% though.
Nicolau: Outer hull temperature spiked...minor alpha and gamma radiation bleed through the shields but nothing serious...we blew out a few EPS couplings on deck eight...I think we're alright sir.
Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to Captain Kel...to anyone on the bridge! Orbital weapons fire is impacting near the facility. Teams on the surface are preparing for evac, is it safe to lift off? =/\=
Kel: =/\= Ensign Evinrude stay calm. It's residual energy in the reactor system breaking loose. The power levels are going down, well done. Tell Commander Tucker to link up with Dr. Shortrith's team and get back to the Ronin, ASAP. =/\=
T'Fearne/Wren: Response
O’Connor: No, it was actually a good thing. I just used the momentum of that blast to move us farther. T’Fearne should have a clear line of fire now.
V'Len hoped they would not need it and to his great pleasure, a chime told them they were being hailed.
O’Connor: Incoming message…from the Sheliak vessel.
Nicolau: Any chance you can turn the volume down before he starts speaking?
V'Len rose and pulled down his tunic to smooth it.
Kel: Put them through Commander, thank you.
O’Connor: Aye, on screen
B’hab: =/\= Was it something I said, Captain? =/\=
Kel: =/\= Not at all, Administrator. Some of the reactor components below are coming back on line. You'll note the power level dropping. ::beat:: You're welcome
A new set of chirps and whistles told Kel that something new was happening. On he screen a ship was coming into the system, it showed the sleek lines of a Ferengi Marauder. V'Len had always wondered what the ships were like inside. It was widely rumored that their level of technology was on par with a Galaxy-class starship.
B’hab:=/\= Well, well, well Captian, what do we have here? I’m guessing it was someone smarter than you to get the Fregengi involved. I had no clue your ship came with a lawyer. This could backfire, you know. =/\=
V'Len smiled. Jack Marrow had indeed saved the same. The presence of the Ferengi would mean a long arduous process before anyone could resume control of the facility.
Kel: =/\= I did warn you that I would invoke the Federations right to arbitration. As for backfiring, let's just be thankful that's not happening with the reactor on the surface.
The screen split down the middle and half was suddenly filled with a much too close Ferengi face. V'Len tried to put on as pleasant a smile as possible.
Brac: =/\= This is Liquidator Brac, and I’m escorting an Arbitor as requested by Judge Advocate General Representative Lieutenant Junior Grade Jack Morrow of the USS Ronin =/\=
V'Len smiled and nodded to Brac.
B’hab: =/\= This is none of your business, Ferengi; this is between the Alliance and the Ronin, you have no claim to this system. =/\=
Brac: =/\= You are correct, or were correct. As of this Stardate, the Ferengi Alliance has put in a sizable bid on this system. Which would include whatever is left of the station on the moon. You’re both to remove yourselves within the next hour, or face the consequences. I’m willing to parlay if that is your choice; hostilities will not be tolerated. =/\=
The transmission ended from the Ferengi side.
Kel: =/\= Well. At least he's given me a more reasonable time table to depart. =/\=
B’hab: =/\= You heard the tube grub, what will it be. =/\=
Kel: =/\= Who am I to get in the way of the Treaty of Armens? We'll be under way shortly. Ronin out. =/\=
The bridge was silent and for a moment V'Len stared at the viewscreen before him. The purple cone of radiation that had been emanating from the reactor had diminished greatly. For the moment it seemed that the crisis was averted. He only wondered if that meant the timeline that had resulted in the death of Niac and Raga had been avoided.
Nicolau: Sir...did you just....use the Ferengi to out litigate the Sheliak?! We should get our people out of here before those two start flinging injunctions in all directions...last thing we need is an away team crippled by a restraining order.
Kel: ::nodding:: T'Fearne coordinate getting our teams back aboard. Wren, O'Connor get us ready to depart for Deep Space 33. ::turning to Nicolau:: Don't worry too much Lieutenant, I'm sure Mr. Marrow is already filing injunctions and changes of venue. This system will be tied up in red tape for quite some time.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Nicolau: I'll update those course plots to avoid any red tape, sir. I'll alert you immediately if I see any process servers closing in.
V'Len waited, still standing watching the viewscreen. He wondered if it was really over. The Lattice Alliance didn't always follow the treaty the Federation had with the Sheliak. There was also the possibility of Tholian intervention and the Tholians did not negotiate. The minutes seemed to drag by.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Kel: Excellent! Mr. O'Connor let's get moving. Best speed to DS33.
The crew was safely back aboard. That was the most important thing. He knew they would all be bombarding sickbay and his natural instinct was to get to sickbay and help. However, first and foremost he needed to get the ship to safety. The stars on the screen before him lengthened and only then did V'Len finally sit down in the chair once more. He closed his eyes
Kel: What's our overall status.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Kel: ::nodding:: Good. Good work, all of you.
He hoisted himself to standing.
Kel: I'm heading to sickbay to check on our people. Get repairs underway and alert me anything changes. Mr. O'Connor you have the conn.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
V'Len headed into the turbolift and sighed as the door hissed behind him. He was unsure if he wanted to scream very loudly or weep. It was not the smooth ride he'd hoped for while Niac was away. He'd sent people into harm's way, left the ship with only Vomek in charge and probably caused an interstellar diplomatic incident. Still they were all back together and the ship in once piece. The next step was to check on the crew and then find Niac and Raga. As the doors hissed open V'Len set out once more. He reached up to rub his chin and noted the lengthening stubble. Perhaps he was growing into being a Captain after all.
[[End Scene/Act 3/Mission for V'Len Kel]]
Lieutenant Commander V'Len Kel
Acting-Captain
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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