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DESCRIPTION:
Deep Space encompasses the vast emptiness between habitable planets and star systems. It is nowhere and everywhere. In this area there is nothing but open space with stars, gas, and vast amounts of dust lightyears off in the distance. There is everywhere to run, but nowhere to hide, unless you get lucky and come out of warp into a nebula or massive dust cloud. But for the most part, deep space is full of just that. Space, and alot of it. If you are knocked out of warp for some reason during your travels you will exit into deep space, and you'd better hope your attackers are gentle, because if not, you may not see another star system for quite some time.

LOCATION:
Deep Space is in between any and all destinations unless a person has been traveling for enough days to reach a system by the time they are taken out of warp.

PEOPLE:
Chances are you'll meet two or three kinds of people in Deep Space. Pirates, rogues, and criminals, someone who answered your distress call and will help you, or the dead hulls of broken ships floating endlessly in the void.

CLIMATE:
It is very cold...in space.

RESOURCES:
Massive resources can be found in deep space, especially if you manage to find a dead hulk of a ship in the area to salvage equipment from. Though, this is almost NEVER the case. Other than that, its very cold, and very barren in this department.

OTHER SYSTEM INFORMATION:
The first thing you should do when entering Deep Space is to worry about your way out, because without that, you will likely become much more used to the void than you'd ever want to be...

((RP continuing from Deep Space F-J))

Tene'cha and his cellmate would likely become good friends, as it seemed like ages had passed by now. And that was quite true. Even at maximum warp, the Lubato would still have taken several weeks to reach the Penal Colony. And, with no regularity to the shifts in the guards, and no regularity in the delivery of food, which was delivered via site to site transport, everything seemed to take an eternity.

The mental stress would be enormous, even for a well-trained Vulcan. The sounds of the ship around them would only serve to make sleep all the more difficult as well.

It was almost like passive torture...

((RP moved to Penal Colony Omega))

Several days passed until Tene'cha would finally hear an announcement over the com system. It was a ship-wide broadcast.

Tene'cha was, to say, stunned by the turn of events, yet he was able to hide it well enough, his pleasure at being rescued tainted by the face of the man he so wanted to 'remember' his torture techniques on...
Yet he also knew that man, despite how he himself felt about Denning, was skilled at survival... and perhaps.
Tene'cha looks at Denning, his face set in a calculating expression as he says. "There is one place, but I would need to pilot us there."
He holds up a hand to forestall any comment as he continues. "I know that many of my crew, myself included, would love to see you in.. less.. than perfect health, but there are some things that go beyond such differences. What, I cannot say yet, but I can assure you it would be to your benefit should certain things succeed..."
He lowers his hand, his expression turning neutral as he waits for the reply.

Tene'cha considers Jacob's words for a second, then chuckles slightly, there were definite, and subtle ways to get what information he wanted from anyone remotely humanoid, while keeping them nice and healthy with vital signs fully functioning.
of course... he moves to the replicator, and checks on a few things, and gives a slight smile, the materials he would need by themselves are no where near anything that could be considered dangerous, and would be part of many basic foodstuffs...
He shakes his head, then moves away from the replicator, motioning his crew to enjoy themselves, which they soon were, as he heads for the cockpit.
Stepping in after the doors open, he takes a seat in the co pilot's chair, and waits for couple seconds before saying with a sideways glance at Jacob. "Too bad you are human, you would make a most efective romulan."
Referring to the man's cunning.
He looks through the view screen, composing what he could safely say to Jacob without jeapardizing the operations of his co rebels...

Indeed, Tene'cha was thinking, through half closed eyes he considered the human, before replying. "Yes, I have a particular fondness for a certain type of food, and so I had checked the replicator to see if it had what was needed to make it."
He considered another part of what Jacob had said, then replied slowly. "Yes, it was returned, and, if I am not mistaken, you still owe me a cloaking device."
He did not mention that he had already secured a much better one as he once more turns his head to look out at the stars. Then Tene'cha says carefully. "I will need access to piloting controls and the long range comm system."
He paused, Studying the man for a few seconds before saying, mostly to reassure Denning that he would not be harmed. "I give you my word that I will not try anything that will purposefully harm you, though I cannot promise that things will go easy, and we all may yet meet fate head on..."
He once again looks out the view port, and waits for Jacob's response.

Tene'cha would accept that, one thing at a time...
He moves to the comm panel, and quickly begins entering in a series of commands, as he says. "This is for mutual protection."
He had finished, and what he had set up was a algorythmic scramber that would prevent the arrowhead's computer from retaining the comm destination or message.
He activates the comm, and said into it. "Falcon to prime, The cage has been breached, set for point b."
He entered in a few more commands, which set the message on it's way, relaying through a series of remote comm salltelites, the encompanying code would subvertly erase each satelite's memory of the transmission as it heads to the rebel commander's ship. the meanign of the message was that he and his crew had escaped from the Romulans, and will meet his fellow captain at the far side of the outer ateroid belt in the system he himself had claimed, and requesting a confirmation, sent by the same method...

He turns his head to Denning as he hits the final command, which would erase all information regarding the message sent, from all parts of the computer memory, and then the scrambler program erased itself in the same fashion.
He says, "Now, we wait."
He turns back and studies the starfield once more as he waits for the comm message to reach his fellow captain, and the reply to return.

There would be a long, awkward silence between the two men. Nothing was heard, or came from the long range communications channel. There would be no confirmation that the message was even received from the other end. A minute or two would pass and then, suddenly, there would be a message. Highly encrypted in the same fashion that Tene'cha had done. Only, it was slightly different, but enough that the message came through loud and clear.

Which, basically meant, for the rebel Captain of course, that Rebel command had received and acknowledged the message, but, for undisclosed reasons, they would not be able to meet for "several cycles". These "cycles" would not be anything that anyone else would think. They were not the time of any celestial rotation period, that many would think. These cycles didn't mean the length of day for a particular planet, but rather, it was the amount of time that a particular subspace buoy in the Beta Cestus system took to orbit the sun. Being as close to the sun as it was, it only took a few odd earth days to orbit the sun. Doing the math, the time it would take the rebel fleet to arrive at the location Tene'cha purposed would come to, precisely, five months...