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:: working on boosting the resolution of the long-range sensors ::

:: actually got to go down to Refuge! ::

:: is on the surface working with some doctors to ensure their supply list was covered in the transport ::

:: wanders between her crewmates, checking in on people and keeping a shrewd eye on the crowd ::

:: is helping to move medical supplies into position where they could be needed ::

::is doing the medical supply thing also::

:: working with several Free Fleets fighter pilots on advanced tactics, but not approaching it like he's teaching a class, since they're all accomplished pilots ::

:: finds her place near the docking bay, checking in with crew from Atlantis as they come and go, coordinating teams and resources and directing where they need to go ::

:: also working on improvements to the sensor array ::

:: meeting with the Queen and Lady Venya :: Now, since my main office is here, one could say that I already had a vested interest in defending Refuge. :: shrugs :: Sure, it's home, but we are mercenaries and could just leave.

:: leans forward :: That said... a client, who wishes to remain anonymous, has just hired the Supernova Company to defend Refuge, and is paying us handsomely to do so!

:: finds herself working with a patient with a rare genetic disease, having overheard a conversation about him ::

:: smiles knowingly, even though she's unable to sense the identity of the client despite Gerard's human mind :: SNC: That is wonderful news, Ron!

SNC: That is certainly welcome news.

I will start by ordering a fleet of autonomous heavy defense satellites, and recalling the rest of our ships.

:: it has certainly been a while since she's worked so directly with the sensors, but she narrows her eyes at something ::

:: emerges from the hospital, a bit disoriented. How did she end up on this end? Well, she helped some people out, at least.. ::

:: points it out :: CSO: Would adjusting that help?

:: rounds the corner coming back for more. He paws through the crates to make sure there's nothing for other destinations. :: CMO: I expect it'll be another two trips, and we'll be ready with medical supplies.

:: stands guard over a supply transport operation, but casually ::

::sees Acacia suddenly helping out a patient when they were just passing out supplies. Just shrugs and keeps working on the supply list::

Technician Flanders> :: stands at the docking bay entrance, looking confused and flustered, and eyes several questionable characters coming in behind him into Refuge and scoots a bit further to the side :: Kuari: So there's no internal route towards the sensor array amplifier junction? How can that be possible?

Our space-based assets are already formidable, and adding the defense satellites to Refuge's surface guns should deter the Xovul.

:: stops her realignment of the array to look at what Kate is indicating :: CO: ...Huh. that seems... :: fiddles with it ::

:: watches the fiddling ::

SNC: Thank you, Ron. I had a feeling that you wouldn't abandon us.

:: sticks her tongue out slightly with the effort of concentration ::

:: heads back for where they started, keeping an eye out for Starfleet uniforms. She joins back up, and once again finds herself talking to one of the local doctors about what he's been facing recently ::

CO: There. Try that.

:: sits off to the side, holding her PADD and watching behind Flanders to make sure no other crew of theirs walk by, which is difficult when they're not in uniform :: Flanders: This isn't Atlantis. The only way to it is by spacecraft, and you'll have to use one of theirs. There's a maintenance pod standing by for you over there, a deck set aside of the main bay. :: points towards it ::

:: tries that and grins :: CSO: I think that did something! :: points at the screen ::

:: shrugs again :: I don't know what I might have done, but when someone waves that kind of money at you, it does change the balance of the equation.

:: looks at the screen :: CO: Well! Good eye. Once I finish optimizing the array, it should be even better.

Anyway, I have lots of work to do to prepare. :: bows slightly and takes his leave ::

Flanders> :: looks over to the deck in distaste, but quickly reins in his attitude in front of his executive officer and nods dutifully, but when he crosses towards the deck he dodges people like they're diseased ::

:: favors Venya with a smile :: Anonymous client, he says.

CSO: I am sure it will be! This tech may be older, but it still can perform with the proper tuning.

:: sighs and checks the faces of new people walking into Refuge. Sure that she hasn't missed anyone, lifts her PADD to check on the next scheduled arrival ::

:: reappears once again, seeing that with the others carrying loads, there's one more to take. He opts to let someone else do so, so that he can move on to other matters. :: CMO: Do we have any other shipments coming from Atlantis, or is that it?

:: after the tactical brainstorming session, they move on to the fighters ::

HRH: Indeed. I'll try to find out who, so I can thank them properly, but there are many who have made a home here and have nowhere else to go.

::checks the cargo manifest for medical supplies:: Tav: No, I think that was the last shipment.

:: once again vanishes for a while before finding the group. She makes it just in time to hear Tailor and smiles, looking around at what they've accomplished ::

CMO: Excellent. So where next?

MED: Did all of the patients from the Queen's ship get transferred?

Venya: With what it would cost to hire the entire Supernova Company and fund them to buy new equipment, there's only one possible answer, darling.

:: checks her PADD to be sure, but immediately says :: CMO: Yes, we finished with that about fifteen minutes ago.

Venya: But we'll have to pretend we don't know, since it has to be Starfleet. They can't directly help us, Captain Harper said, but covertly hiring mercenaries is hardly direct.

While they swarm over your base pretending they don't stand out even out of uniform. :: finishes her glass of wine ::

MED: Ok, very good. Let's finish up with these supplies and then we'll be done with our duties here.

:: finds an old Peregrine that's somehow found its way here ::

:: nods lightly :: CMO: Aye. :: she goes back to one of the doctors, helping him open one of the supply pallets ::

: pats it fondly like one would a classic car, not asking questions about how it ended up here ::

:: then digs in to tune it up, knowing the Peregrine from training ::

HRH: Making friends is worthwhile endeavor, it seems. :: grins at Ashe ::

:: smiles and calls a medic's name when she sees them walk in through the docking bay entrance, and several others are behind her. The medic smiles back and walks over :: Medic Holst: Welcome to Refuge! You want to go that way to the left. :: taps her PADD and shows her the map on its screen ::

:: quirks the corner of her mouth up :: Venya: Fate would seem to be making certain that I learn that lesson of late. :: places the empty glass on the table and stands :: I must check in on the Rixx, and I'm sure that you must want to see what the Starfleets are doing to your lovely base. Until later!

CSO: I am going to check in with Kuari and see how things are going overall.

CO: Okay. I should have this done in half an hour. Thanks for your help!

CSO: Of course! It was actually fun. :: grins and spins on her heel, heading for the landing area ::

:: chats with a doctor as the last of the supplies are being sorted, answering some of his questions ::

:: making miniscule tweaks to individual sensors with painstaking effort ::

:: waits for the next group and people-watches, noticing a lot of glances her way and aversion of eyes. She's used to this sort of thing, as people have trouble identifying her, but it doesn't bother her ::

:: exits Venya's office suite and makes her way to the repair yard ::

:: alone in her office, allows herself a small moment of satisfaction ::

:: easily picks out Kuari among the crowd and approaches ::

:: powers up the Peregrine and runs through some checks ::

:: as she's people-watching, sees Harper coming and smiles, showing teeth ::

:: tests the timing on a group of sensors and shakes her head, unsatisfied ::

XO: Hi, Kuari! How is everyone getting along here?

:: finds the Rixx to be depressing, feeling the loss of those who died, and seeing her ship's graceful lines shattered by the brutish Xovul ::

That'll do. :: pats the fighter's console, satisfied with the improvements ::

:: sits a little straighter and hugs the PADD to her chest :: CO: Well enough. Refuge is a unique, interesting place, and our people need a guide. There haven't been any problems I can't handle. Almost everyone has been sent off to where they need to go. :: picks up the PADD and squints at it, checking herself ::

:: pulls open one of the crates and starts organizing its contents on the shelves. ::

:: nods in satisfaction, impressed :: XO: That takes an impressive level of coordination. Well done!

:: tests the group again, and nods, satisfied, before moving on to the next group ::

:: smiles again, raising her eye ridges :: CO: You think so? Well, thank you! How are you getting along?

XO: I have been enjoying lending a hand where I can, mostly on the sensors.

:: checks her notes and gives the staging room a once-over. She finds Tailor, reporting :: CMO: Everything's accounted for, we're good to go whenever you like.

:: nods :: CO: Supplies and improvements to the array seem to be the best we can do for them. I wish we could do more.

:: keeps an eye on the crowd, Kuari, and the occasional glance to the sky ::

XO: I am hearing that their weaponry will also receive a power boost, and I look forward to seeing what Zorro can do with their fighters.

:: checks in as she can, finding the progress that's been made with the repairs as as a reason to be hopeful, but she moves on to the makeshift office that Venya donated ::

:: powers the Peregrine down and moves on ::

::nods to Acacia:: MED: Sounds good, I could use a bit of time off after the last few days. ::signs off on the padd and hands it over to Kuari::

:: sighs, nodding in agreement at that. She follows behind Tailor, casting a smile at Kuari ::

CO: Oh, I'm glad to hear that! Is anyone down here for that? That may have been before I got here. :: consults her PADD ::

XO: Yes, I think Commander Ilaihr was on the first transport.

:: then returns to her efforts to actually coordinate the Free Fleets, attempting to get the Fleet Commanders to work together to defend everyone's holdings ::

:: passing by :: MED/CMO: Get some rest for sure. Because when the party starts, it will be intense. :: doesn't stop, his mind clearly on assignment ::

CO: Good, I'll make sure to get an updated manifest. :: taps at her PADD ::

:: laments a bit at that comment, rubbing her face ::

:: tests the next group a few times until she's satisfied, then both groups together ::

:: nods :: XO: I am going to go see what else I can help with. Keep up the good work!

:: nods and smiles, seeing Harper off ::

:: moves past several fighters he does not know ::

:: starts to find the fighter pilots, but heads back to Lexy instead ::

:: pinches the bridge of her nose, starting to get a headache from trying to herd all of these cats ::

:: makes a few tweaks and then tests the whole array together ::

:: checks again on the next team coming in, then looks over the route they'll need to go. She's done this already though, and instead turns her attention to updating her manifest ::

:: hooks a thumb in her jeans pocket as she approaches Lexy :: CSO: How is it coming along?

:: looks up as Kate enters :: CO: I think I've almost got it.

:: finds another old Peregrine and tunes it up like the last :: Just a few minutes and we'll have you dancing like you once could, señora.

Tav: At the moment I just need to recharge, haven't decided about the party.

:: sidles up to her and looks over the panel :: CSO: Are you ready to test?

:: sends the latest round of communiques to the Fleets and leans back in her chair ::

:: making one... last... tweak... annnnd... :: CO: Ready.

:: from the next room :: CMO: The party will be invigorating, Doctor!

:: laughs into a sigh, shaking her head :: CMO: 'Invigorating'.

::supresses the urge to roll her eyes at that one::

:: the panel is reflected in her eyes as they eagerly dart around it :: CSO: Give it a shot.

:: fires it up ::

ACTION> Refuge's long-range sensors have doubled in range and resolution!

:: whoops with excitement ::

:: finishes with the Peregrine and pats that one too, then moves on into another discussion on Xovul tactics with the pilots ::

:: grins at Lexy :: CSO: Great work!

:: buffs her fingernails on her shirt jokingly ::

CSO: I am sure that Venya will be grateful.

:: eeps ::

:: has returned to his office and after sending the purchase orders along with the orders to his ships, he's now leaning back sipping a glass of bourbon with a knowing smile on his face ::

:: smirks and does a few scans with the array, seeing what they can do ::

:: zips on by and down the corridor, having found what he came for. ::

:: feels her combadge buzz in her pouch and retrieves it, speaking into it from her palm :: * Kuari here. * :: frowns, listening :: * Where the old equipment gets put is up to Refuge authorities. Is there no one there to ask? * :: waits, looking around and listening :: * Well if they need help with disposing of it, we can help with that, but that's another issue. The decision goes through them. Surely they know how to remove their own garbage. * :: listens again :: * All right, do that. Let me know, Kuari out. *

:: waits for her turn on the shuttle back to Atlantis, looking around at Refuge with a tinge of concern ::

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