Editing Reverse Technologies group (section)

====Trying to Figure Out What Is Going On ====

(USS Nimitz - Personal Quarters - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood - 2118)

"You will get a hold of yourself, and you will do it now." he said sternly. "You are no longer under any of the rules you were once under, you are a simple research scientist. Only a few people know what you have been in your past, and the largest handful still alive are on this ship now, but wont say a word unless they are tortured. So get a grip, this is only a vision of the past, not a glimmer of the future."

With a bit of resolve he opened his eyes again, and stood. He had a date, and he hated being late. He grabbed a couple little things from his desk, small gadgets he had been working on earlier, along with a PADD he had downloaded from the Science lab, and walked out. 


(USS Nimitz - VIP Quarters, 'Grandpas Quarters - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood -
2125)

The 'old man' looked at Zach in shock, but Falthgood simply pushed passed him into the Quarters. He tossed the PADD onto the bed and turned slowly. A moment later he pushed a button on one of the homemade gadgets he had brought, and tossed it on the bed as well. It was a scattering device, it would confuse internal sensors enough that their conversation would go unnoticed, but not enough to alert the internal alarms. 

"You, Lockwood, Johnson, Baltrav, T'Jonen, Xenit, Paltrav and Ooolish." he said, "Archaeologists, all in Ancient Advanced Civilizations with a particular interest in their technology. He crossed his arms, "Sevelick, Herbrandt, Wilson, Jackson, Lilu and Varinat. All former Starfleet officers with Engineering degrees, half of which worked under me in the Reverse Integration Technologies program, all now have Archaeological degrees...either earned or granted for their years of work with the T'Kon, Ichon or Iconian civilizations."

He waved his hand, "Plus a slew of others, for a force of 50... One of the most comprehensive groupings of Archaeologists ever to hit the public scene, if this gets out. But even more then that, behind the scenes and knowing the skills of at least most of you, this is one of the most impressive groups ever assembled. There are more minds attuned to Ancient Technology then has probably ever been gathered before. I cant help but think that I would be included in this group if I hadn't taken myself out of the crowd."

Zach paused, "Tell me what the hell is going on."

Grandpa considered him for many moments, "I began telling you earlier, before,"

Falthgood cut him off with a hiss, "To Hell with her, Ill have her killed if she gets to be to much of a pain, I still have that much pull. Continue on, you were saying about a ship..."

The Chameloid considered him careful for a long period of time, then licked his lips. "You realize the constraints we are working under, the conditions of secrecy and the level of paranoia, correct?"

"I worked under them for a long period of time." he responded. 

"These are more then your typical black projects. We don't even have all the information yet, and we are the ones supposed to be studying these things. Has that ever happened to you before?"

Zach considered that carefully, "Only once, and it turned out to be a false alarm."

Grandpa moved to the side, and pulled out a small, very compact PADD from his briefcase. He looked at Zach, then tossed it over. "That never came from my hands,"

"Officially, I don't think we can even be connected, Gramps." Zach responded as he moved to a chair. "Most of my Starfleet past is buried under ten levels of officialdom and security clearances." He sat down without another word, and began to read. 

He didn't know exactly how long he had been reading, but he was brought out of the PADD and sketchy diagrams by a general announcement by someone named Aragorn. =^=Now hear this! Now hear this! This is Admiral Aragorn, temporary commanding officer of this vessel. I wish to inform you that we have just embarked on a highly classified mission. At the moment I cannot divulge any other information, but will inform all senior staff at a later time of the specific mission objectives. Until then, Starfleet, me, AND your beloved Captain Rivers will expect everybody to do their duty. Also note that we have a number of civilians on board who should be best described as troublesome. I hope I can count on everybody to decrease the likelihood of any regrettable incident. However, if you feel that you cannot perform your duty because of said civilians, contact me or Mr Shrek, who is responsible for the security of the civilians. Let me finish by stating that it is unlikely that ANY ship would have had such an important mission as the Nimitz now has. I am sure that you will be worthy of the trust put in you by Starfleet Command. Aragorn out.=^=

Zach looked over at Grandpa, who had pulled out his own PADD and had been making notes. "Aragorn ? He wasn't one of our usual operators."

The Chameloid chuckled, "Besides the fact you have been out for several years and there are new faces, you are right. He had his name on the list for a while for a find out in the middle of nowhere.."

"Oh yeah, right.. I remember his name now."

NRPG: You can figure that part out if you either read the really old Compiles, or if you are an original Nimitz'er like Adrie and Liz
*chuckles* (Or you happen to know some really old Nimitz'ers and talk history with em, like me..LOL)

RPG:
Zach tapped the PADD for a few moments, then passed it over. "Heavy stuff." he said, and stood. "Probably best if we aren't seen together again for a while." He picked up his gadgets and the PADD he had brought, then licked his lips. "I only hope all that is true."

He turned without another word, and walked out the door. This time around, he did have to talk to the Captain. He tapped his badge, "Falthgood to Rivers, have a moment?"