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PostPosted: 21 Apr 2011, 11:17 
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The room Rythen had set aside for her office, and after never really using the separate room she had for sleeping, moved everything into the one room.

It is a mess of books, papers, holo-cubes and machine parts all gathered into a pile which one can only guess has a desk underneath it. A large squashy chair sits in front of this pile, signifying the orientation of the desk.

A small room connects to this office, and it contains a private bathroom, with a shower, toilet and sink, with a cupboard containing numerous medicines, cleansing products and even some makeup.

To one side of the mess is a bed and a wardrobe, behind the desk is something that can only be described as a secure safe...with extra security.

The entire room is protected by as much security as the bridge and the Armory.



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[QUOTE=The Enlarged Devil\'s Dictionary]Idiot, n. A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling. The Idiot\'s activity is not confined to any special field or thought or action, but \'pervades and regulates the whole.\' He has the last word in everything; his decision is unappealable. He sets the fashions off opinion and taste, dictates the limitations of speech and circumscribes conduct with a deadline.[/QUOTE]


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PostPosted: 21 Apr 2011, 11:34 
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Rythen entered in the necessary security authentication to allow her entry - a blood sample, and entered her old room.

She coughed at the slight layer of dust and debris that had settled in the time she had not been there - how long? A year, two? She didn't have a clue - and walked around the mess and headed straight for the safe. Entering a passphrase and another blood sample to the security system, she grabbed the handle and wrenched it open, revealing that everything was still there. She sighed in relief and smiled...slightly viciously.

Rythen grabbed two swords - one silver with a sapphire center in the blade, and the other black, with what almost looked like magma peeping through cracks in the blade. Sliding the swords into place on one of her belts, she grabbed a silver pistol and a small device that looked like a Personal Digital Assistant. "I'll call him out later..." She murmured, placing the PDA into a pouch on her other belt and the pistol on the other side to the pouch. Stretching out, she smiled wider. "Ahh, it's good to be back to normal!" Grinning, she shut the safe and exited her office, reinstating the locks.

[to the Med Bay]



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PostPosted: 18 May 2011, 23:11 
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[From ? ? ?]

A slim, sleek door slowly faded silently into existence in the dimly lit room, pulsing two or three times before finally solidifying entirely. As soon as it had, the door quickly but still silently slid open.

Shaina stuck her head from the door and looked around quickly before ducking back inside and the door sliding to only a crack being open.

"We're in the connecting room. ... What? No, she never uses this, remember? ... ...yeeesssss, I think so. We shouldn't be out long enough for it to matter, even if I weren't going to turn on the cloak while it's sitting flush against a flat surface in an unused room. Just work your magic and let's go."

After two or three minutes, the door slid open again, and though no one appeared to exit, slid shut again after a moment. On the far side of the room, the door leading from the unused room suddenly opened to the office proper, again closing after a moment though no one seemed to use it.

In the office, a pile of discs fell over with a soft clatter.

"What happened to that uncanny ability of sneak?" Shaina's voice whispered from nowhere.

A male voice, simultaneously sonorous and devious sounding, hissed an irritated reply. "Is it any fault of mine that your singularly desperate design involved invisible feet?"

"It's just because you have massive clod-hoppers. Stop making excuses."

Some papers and data cubes were jostled around on Rythen's desk before a sonic spanner emerged from an invisible pocket and waved about a drawer behind the desk. The drawer opened and the spanner disappeared back into the invisible pocket. A holocron was withdrawn from the drawer, undoubtedly by an invisible hand.

"And now the delivery, I presume?" asked the male voice.

"Now you make sure I get that. I should be about to find the library. Set it, active, on the first table you see. And hurry! I can't see my timer, and any clocks Rythen has in this place must be buried."

"You shan't even need to blink."

"Would it make a difference?" Shaina's voice asked, still in a hushed tone, as the door to Rythen's office suddenly opened and closed.

Shaina, suddenly alone, went over to the door as she pulled out her sonic spanner again. An ordinary person breaking into Rythen's office from the outside was nigh impossible, but messing around with it from the inside was child's play. In just a moment's time, the record of the door's opening and closing was erased from the log to which it relayed.

Rythen, for her own and everyone else's good, didn't need to know about the current goings on. And luckily, Shaina had the benefit of knowing from past experience that she did, in fact, not.



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PostPosted: 03 May 2012, 09:59 
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[From the Corridors]

'Oh by Rassilon's Tomb!' Shaina exclaimed as they entered the room and saw the mess of files and data storage devices. 'It'll take forever to sort through all...this...' She trailed off with the conviction in her voice doing likewise. She had a weird feeling for a fleeting moment there. She looked at the others but saw nobody else seemed to have felt it. Not that there was any particular reason for them to have. It was a feeling Time Lords and Ladies had come to know fairly well over the course of time. Particularly inverted time. Civilisations and species all over the galaxies had interestingly all come to identify it as 'the feeling of someone passing over your grave' or something to that tune, not knowing at all what it actually meant.

'Is it safe to assume what we are looking for can't be found in any of the paper files?' M asked, grounding Shaina to the present again.

'Y-yes. We're looking for something that can hold a very great deal of information. We'll have to inspect every storage device with my spanner and the PADs to see what's on them.'



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PostPosted: 03 May 2012, 12:16 
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"I don't suppose there's any chance she would have done anything as logical as actually labelling the devices?" Keris ventured, more than somewhat half-heartedly. She looked for an answer to Richard, who, judging by his earlier "shopping" trip to these quarters, seemed to be familiar with at least some of the commander's habits.

"I'll start at this end. If I separate all the data devices from the other... items," she wanted to say "trash", but recognised that, no matter how chaotic, many of the contents of the desk masquerading as a mountain were most likely valuable in some capacity, "and stack them in this empty patch of floor space, you can power them up with your spanner and start checking."

She lifted a somewhat unstable stack of papers, weighed down by a couple of books, from on top of a wobbly pile of what were clearly electronic data devices of some variety, and just managed to prevent an avalanche by pressing her hips against the desk as a barrier. She was now stuck, trying act as a dam to a torrent of data devices, while still holding up a pile of documents. In the end, she had to add to the height of another somewhat precarious pile so as to free up her hands and stabilise the cascade.

Finally, she was able to start grabbing groups of the storage devices and start placing them in neat piles where she had indicated on the floor.



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PostPosted: 03 May 2012, 23:13 
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Richard bent over and picked up a stack of knocked over disks, pausing a moment before righting them and moving them over to the side. "I'm going to guess these are too small and fragile for such an important code." He then tapped on his PAD a few times then lifted it and looked at it, scanning the room. "If it is on an electric storage device of some kind, it wont do for us if it's on a power dead piece of equipment. Might as well scan for active power sources in the room."



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PostPosted: 03 May 2012, 23:44 
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'And I'll scan for storage devices with inactive power sources,' Shaina added. 'Since that is the obvious flaw in that plan. Plenty of devices can lie dormant without power, in theory indefinitely, and still return data.'

'Like these discs.' Richard responded absently. 'But we already ruled them out.'

'Or a crystalline matrix. Or something as simple as a solid state memory stick.'

'It's a good thing we're looking for something robust enough to hold the entire code for a ship that is so complex it literaly relies on Magic to operate.'

Shaina stopped her scan and made a blank look for a moment. 'It is indeed.' She turned her attention back to her PAD just as she felt a vibration come from inside one of the inner pockets of her coat. She looked down to it and then around to see if anyone had noticed.

M was looking at her inquisitively. Or rather, the glowing cubic form barely glowing blue through her coat.



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PostPosted: 04 May 2012, 00:58 
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"Your Mysterious informant?" Richard asked, Still scanning the room. He then paced over to a wall and leaned on it. "You gonna answer that, or am I going to have to Holmes it up?" He said, Grabbing a bottle off the nearby table, swigging it back before materializing a Dearstalker Cap. "Before you ask, cosmetic effects are relatively cheap energy wise, and this one was almost completely off set by the drink."



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PostPosted: 04 May 2012, 05:13 
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At Richard's mention of a "mysterious informant", Keris likewise stopped what she was doing and caught sight of the strange blue glow emanating from Shaina's pocket. If the room had been properly lit it would have been unlikely that anyone would have spotted it, but in the gloom, with nothing but flashlights and PAD screens for lighting, the faint blue luminescence was quite noticeable.

"An informant? What sort of informant?" she demanded to know.



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PostPosted: 04 May 2012, 10:49 
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Shaina stiffened her jaw as she rolled it, like someone resisting the pucker from how sour something was. She holstered her Rydberg and forcefully jabbed her hand into the pocket to retrieve the holocron, which she then half-tossed-have-placed on the top of a short stack of papers on Rythen's desk. A blue tinted miniature Shaina again appeared atop its surface, as if the top of the cube were a floor.

M stepped up to it and bent over just a bit so that his eyes were staring straight at the little Time Lady. 'It's you.'

Shaina crossed her arms, 'And why shouldn't it be?' So much for preserving the timeline.

The holocron avatar returned M's gigantic gaze. 'I believe you want the bottom left drawer, in the very back, something what looks like a a very flat but chunky rectangle. You'll be wanting to run it to engineering pretty fast if you want to not fall out of orbit in the next ten or fifteen minutes.'



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PostPosted: 04 May 2012, 11:21 
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Keris, despite now having a head full of questions relating to Shaina's strangely omniscient holographic self (she still hadn't found out what race Shaina actually was, and knew nothing of Timelords/ladies anyway), made an immediate dive for the aforementioned drawer, pulled it right out of the desk and began searching through the miscellany of bits and pieces at the back of it. She had wondered earlier about the ship's status regarding their plans to make orbit. She had rather assumed the systems had failed before entering orbit and that they'd have gone sailing past and have to backtrack once power was restored. But if Shaina's little avatar was to be believed, the computer had failed at the worst moment possible: just as they entered orbit but before it was fully stabilised. Ten minutes or so was not a long time to find the data, get it to engineering and get it installed. She just hoped Shaina had had time to get to know the computer systems during her stint in Engineering, and they wouldn't have to waste time working out how to install it.

Her fingers gripped something flat and straight sided, right at the bottom. She dragged it out from under the other crud in the drawer, quickly confirmed that it was what it had felt like, and held it up towards Shaina.

"I think this is what your other self is talking about."



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Shaina snatched the device and ran her spanner over it. 'Mm, so it would seem.' She turned and threw a mock salute at M. 'Permission to run like an idiot directly to Engineering and save all of our lives from an imminent cosmic collision for a second time in so many hours, SAH!'

'Of course. If we are--' Shaina grabbed the holocron and bolted off without listening to the rest of what M had to say, but M carried on regardless, 'in orbit, the rest of us should go to the Ehni, and I will fly us down to the surface as soon as the orbit is stabilised and there's power to the hangar doors.'

[Shaina to Main Engineering]
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[From Somewhere about the Bowels of the Ship after the events in the Med Bay]

M and Corporal Zabesh, having left his squad to collate what was essentially an inventory of spare parts inventories in some maintenance organisation room under the command of his ASL, entered the room with considerably less difficulty after Shaina's earlier entry had set the security system to perpetually unlocking itself. M filed that detail away on a growing to-do list. He wasn't particularly concerned about the prospect of immediate danger to this room from anybody aboard, but, well, the room must have had overkill security for a reason. And after Zabesh's even cursory examination with the combat scanner in his weapon--much less sophisticated or broad a search than something Shaina or Caulder would have initiated--it clearly was overkill. The Captain's Office, as the ship's map labelled it (or the Captain's Quarters as it actually appeared to be) would clearly have been immune to M or Zabesh's weapons, and, for all M knew, could have taken a full strafe of fire from the Ehni's guns.

"I see what you mean, sir." Zabesh commented upon seeing the state of the room. M couldn't help noting that even the man's casual agreement had an air of self-enforced professionalism. M liked Zabesh.

"To be honest it would be a relief to have the help of a many hands who are used to handling questionable materials and inventorying them. It wouldn't feel right to leave the contents of this room unaccounted for." And M meant it. They'd already retrieved a ship and crew saving thing from this room, and only because they'd been told where it was by...the Nebari cocked his head with an uncharacteristically strong display of confusion. He hadn't accounted for whatever it was of Shaina's that had helped them out at that point. It was something that needed addressing. How could he have forgotten that? In any case, the contents of the Captain's Office/quarters needed to be properly noted. Just in case. That said--

"All right, I'm here," Commander Shepherd said, walking into the room. "I don't make tea and I don't don't shine boots that aren't mine, but we aren't here with a full squad so I'm assuming you're expecting to find somethin' I won't like."

"Good to see you Commander, thank you, and not precisely," M replied. "More precisely neither myself nor the ship's logs--there is none in this case--have any idea what might be found in this room. But I think there is a chance there could be sensitive materials or information present. So I would appreciate a more thorough and discreet search of this area. Mind you I'm not asking it be excluded; I was just telling Corporal Zabesh that it would be a relief to have help doing it actually."

"Yeah, we have a great maid service," Shepherd commented drily, but without malice. He sighed, a bit tired. Ordinarily he would have baulked at all the caveats, addenda and exceptions this exasperatingly long task had entailed and told the crew exactly how things were going to be. And things were not going to involve coddling. But, as it was, the boss of bosses was apparently calling this ship home and that made it Spaceship One. And that, unfortunately, meant that Shepherd's job was to be as much a butler as soldier, at the end of the day. He found the pale gray-white man looking intently at him very difficult to read, but expected said newly minted captain was aware of this. And long story short: M was.

Shepherd was quiet for a few moments, thinking. He shrugged ultimately. "Yeah, fine. Zabesh, tell your guys to take their time and make the place shiny, and I'll send Miranda to run a...'more sophisticated' data analysis so they don't have to run through all the juicy bits." He looked to M as Zabesh gave his 'yessir'. "Good?"

"Yes; I appreciate it very much, Commander."

"Yeah, don't mention it. Unless of course we're in officer's mess together somewhere. I wouldn't mind a free sympathy beer."

"Of course."

Shepherd grunted and dismissed himself back to the bridge.



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As Shepard left, and just as Zabesh turned away to regard the office in full, the commander's shadow lingered for a moment, just an instant, before catching up to him immediately. It was almost as though the motion was deliberate, an act to catch M's attention from the corner of his eye.

M also received a message on his PAD, though the name of the sender was blank, reading:

"There were some private interests scattered about, they have been removed. Nothing else was touched or tampered with. Visit the basement if you need to know."


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PostPosted: 06 Apr 2014, 19:44 
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M's PAD delivered a notification, and M read the message with satisfaction. He tried to send back a "keep the door open" message in return, but the PAD insisted there wasn't anybody to whom to return a message. Turning to Zabesh he motioned to leave the room.

"Agree to start on this room after your squad is done with their current task?"

"Acceptable, sir. I will co-ordinate with Lady Miranda when ready. Other business, sir?"

"Very astute, Corporal," M smiled. "By the way, do you have any spares of your communication devices?"

Zabesh opened a pocket on his uniform and retrieved two tiny rubbery silicon rings, like hollowed out earbuds without cables, holding his hand out to drop them in M's palm. "Just the receivers. TO has the applicator for outgoing--it's in a dermal adhesive, picks up vibrations without you even really having to speak out loud."

M accepted the receivers, placing one inside each ear, effectively causing them to disappear. They felt odd but he knew he'd get used to them. "Thank you regardless," he said, seeing the devices, labelled "airbuds" appear as an icon on his PAD, which prompted him to synchronise channels. "I'll make do."

"Sir," Zabesh saluted and went to rejoin his squad. M returned the salute in kind and followed suit to meet Wraith.

[to Wraith's Safe-house]



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