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MD: 19
TIME: 2040
SCENE: Subterranean bunker
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A blinding flash had illuminated the room, followed by a deafening
bang. For the millisecond everything looked like a negative black and
white picture.

Balthasar closed his eyes in pain and jumped to the right. He bumped
against somebody who obviously had the same idea. He rolled over his
shoulder and hit a wall. He tried to activate his communicator but
he didn't get any connection.

When he tried to open his eyes again he saw a white fog emerging from
nowhere.

He couldn't held back his smile. `Idiots'! – he thought.

Their environment suits were protecting them. Obviously someone
programmed a sentry defence system to hold back intruders by stunning
them with light, sound and gas.

He blinked twice and stared hardly at his surrounding. The suits
screen had blocked off most of the flash, but he still had a twinkle
before his eyes. The room was shaped rectangularly and looked like a
big checkroom. Open wardrobes with environmental and battle suits
were standing at the walls. As well as a small weaponry. The reason
they didn't shoot them at first sight. Balthasar grinned even broader.

There was a door at the other side of the room 20 yards away, formed
like an octagon. There were also detectors next to it and something
that looked like a phaser defence system.
The detectors obviously had problems scanning them in the mist.

"Maikoenen! The door!" he shouted and gestured towards it.

Maikoennen rolled around at the floor and threw a grenade at it.

"Cover!" they hollered and a second later the door burst open in a
bang.
Suits and other stuff flew around.

He checked his tricorder but saw no
"Up!" he roared. "through the door, quick!"

He grabbed someone lying on his belly on the floor and got him up.
Maikoennen began shooting at the sentry system, someone else too.

They ran towards the open doorway and passed the smashed door through
all the wreckage. A long corridor with some intersections followed.
Red lights were flashing and a tedious siren bleated.

Braddock, Tristian, Jhulorel and Maikoennen were following him and
soon they were not running anymore and checked their tricorders.

=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=
Lt (jg) Balthasar Thorin
CSO/Tactical
USS Cherokee NCC 71868
(Oliver)
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=

Mission Day: 61
Time: 1530
Scene: Bridge, USS Wolverine
---------------------------------

In the noise and confusion of the battle, Micky sensed rather than saw or
heard that the Captain was stirring. She crossed to the corner of the bridge,
where McGroll had lain prone. "Helena?" she asked quietly, placing a hand
behind the woman's back to support her as she sat up. "Just take it slowly. No
sudden leaping into action okay?"

Helena had woke up in a different spot then she had been in when the ship
rocked and throw her onto the floor. She realized quickly that she had been
passed out for some time, though she didn’t know for how long. Trying to sit
up her head started to bang hard and her headach was slowing her process of
getting up from the cold floor. Looking around her self she saw that the
Bridge was at least intact, though it was a more or less a mess. Consoles and
other equipment was burnt out and a thin grey smoke left out by the burnt
compounds in the consols gave Helena a extra energy to get up.

“I must resume command” Was the only thing Helena could reply to Micky as she
got up on her knees, the pain in her head was still present, but her Vulcan
half kept it tight up in her mind and didn’t reflect any of it in her strict
face.

Micky's smile was tight. "Of course you must, though Commander Cuomo has done
a fine job during your nap." She placed a firm hand on Helena's arm. "At least
let me do something about the headache and dizziness you're experiencing
first." She dialled a dosage of an appropriate treatment into her hypospray.
Then pressed it against the Captain's neck. "No arguments, doctor’s order"

Helena sat down and leaned against the wall behind her, she didn’t like it but
came to her senses that there were no point in arguing with Micky, because she
was the doctor but also because she was Micky. Helena looked around herself
and at the Bridge when the ship shook wildly again, the Borg had caught
Wolverine in a tractor beam and Helena felt the urge to get up on her feet and
looked at Micky again.

McCall watched Helena's face intently, and not only was she taking in the
situation around her, she was also finding the strength of mind to control her
emotional output too. Micky was impressed. As the ship shook around them,
McCall realised that Helena had a job to do. "Okay, Captain; I think you'll be
as okay as anyone else here. Now go kick some Borg arse."

Helena nodded and got up on her feet, however she had moved too fast and her
head made it clear for her that it wasn’t ready yet and Helena fell backwards
again and landed with her back against the wall again. At the same time she
could hear how Joseph sent his message to the Engineering, cursing low under
her breath she couldn’t help but to wonder when the Borg got shields, it wasn’
t recorded in any Federation encounter with the race.

Micky winced. "Okay, maybe you just need another minute or two for that shot
to take effect."  Even as she was saying it, McCall was running her medical
tricorder through a quick neurological scan of McGroll's brain. "Your synaptic
activity is erratic. The blow to your head was nastier than it first seemed.
You WILL be fine in the long term, but I'm afraid you'll have to put up with
some disorientation and pain until I can get you into surgery. In the
meantime, take deep breaths, small steps, and move slowly."

She took McGroll's hand, and helped her gently to her feet.  "Wanna try that
again?"

Helena accepted the hand that Micky offered, though normally Helena wouldn’t.
Taking Micky’s hand she leaned against the doctor as she got up on her feet,
feeling dizziness subsiding she let go of McCalls hand and stood on her own
feet. The blow to her head, clearly had let down her mental guard regarding
her past, because as she let go of Micky’s hand pain in her chest shot out, a
thing that McCall hadn’t had time check up on so far. Helena grimaced only for
a fraction of a second before she once again had full control over her
emotions.

Micky  saw the momentary gasp of pain, and the instinctive reach for the
chest. She nodded grimly. "Bloody Cardassians eh? I wonder if we could get the
Borg to assimilate them instead of us?" She grinned evilly.

“Now Doctor, we shouldn’t give ourselves up for lower things like revenge, it
isn’t logical and besides we are better then that, right?” Helena looked at
Micky as she took deep slow breaths and soon the pain was gone, at least for
this time.

Micky smiled. "See? That's the calm composed leadership we need in a crisis.
Now go lead Helena."


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CMO, USS Wolverine
Played by McCall

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Mission Day: 61
Time: 1545
Scene: Bridge, USS Wolverine
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Joseph listened to the plan that Lt. Carrington had come up with.  In his mind
he thought of how the overwhelming amount of subspace signals might temporally
disable the Borg tractor beam, but it also might disable other systems, which
would leave the sphere vulnerable to attack.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw movement, and he turned to see what it was.
The Captain was moving with the assistance of the Doctor.  Joseph stood from
her seat, and took his normal chair.  “Nice to have you back,” Joseph said.
“Did you hear what Lt. Carrington wants to do?  I think it just might work.”

Helena, who was now standing up independently, looked at the greenish beam
weapon that was fired from the Borg sphere. Helena then turned to her seat and
quickly sat down, there were no time to loose and the shields around the
Wolverine was slowly being drained and if they were completely drained. Helena
stopped thinking about it and made up her mind, it was a risk of loosing their
subspace communication relay, but it was a risk she would rather take then
being borded by the Borg, or worse.

“Captain to the Engineering, engage the subspace communication, overflow the
Borg” Helena said and looked from the main view screen to her First Officer,
seeing how he was cooping with the situation.

The image on the view screen didn’t change as Joseph heard over the comm. from
engineering that they had hailed the Borg.  Joseph imagined a burst of light
being directed at the Borg sphere, but still the tractor beam held the
Wolverine.  Just as Joseph was going to put the idea from engineering as a
failure, the tractor beam began to fail.  The Wolverine pulled away from the
sphere, and Joseph turned to Ensign Ryan.  “What’s the Sphere’s status?”

“Their internal magnetic field is failing, their weapons are no longer
functioning” Came the report from tactical.

“Prepare 10 torpedoes to be transported directly into that sphere, set them to
detonate on arrival” Helena ordered and took a deep breath standing up from
the seat, looking at the sphere that had been hunting them, banging them and
now it was completely helpless and lost.

“Torpedoes are ready”

“Energize” Helena ordered and then ordered helm to take them to a safer
distance, soon the Borg sphere started to explode in a greenish could of dust
and debris.

Just as the sphere was being ripped apart, Helena noticed a smaller probe
being sent from the sphere heading directly to the wormhole, which opened and
swallowed it whole.

Joseph saw the probe enter the wormhole, and turned to the Captain.
“Reinforcements?” he asked.  Thoughts of more Borg coming through the wormhole
ran through his mind.   They were lucky to take on the sphere alone, but if
cubes came through the wormhole, they would have learned of the Wolverine’s
subspace trick, and they would be ready.  Inwardly Joseph cursed their ability
to adapt, and their dull proficiency.

“In that case we can’t remain here” Helena said and turned to the Helm “Set
course to the nearest solar system, Ensign Talon place a sensor buoy near the
wormhole in case the Borg do get through again” Helena paused for a moment and
then tapped her communication badge “Bridge to engineering, you have 2 hours
to repair the subspace communication relay, no more, Bridge out” Helena took
yet another deep breath, looking around herself as her orders was carried out.

“Signal the aliens that we are pulling back, send them the co-ordinates along
with an extended offer to protect them” Helena said and leaned back as her
orders was being carried out.

“Captain,” Joseph said in a low voice, “we don’t even know what’s on the other
side of the wormhole, for all we know, it might be in the middle of Borg
Space.  If the Borg decides to make use of this wormhole, it leaves the Alpha
quadrant vulnerable to Borg attacks.  We don’t even know how long until we can
receive reinforcements, and by the time they get here, it may be too late.”

“And what are you suggesting Commander?” Helena said and almost knew what her
First Officer would suggest even before he had the time to reply to her
question.

“I think we may have to consider destroying the worm hole.  Or at least take a
defensive position at its mouth.  Also I think we should send probes on the
other side so that we know what is coming.”

“Ok for the probes, the Science team already have probes ready to be sent
through, but I will not remain here in the open when we can take a more
defensive and protective position at one of the solar systems, destroying the
wormhole is completely out of the question” Helena said and motioned towards
the science officer currently on the Bridge to launch the probes.

Joseph thought for a second before he responded.  “Then I think we should get
as much information from the aliens that we can.”  Joseph turned to the view
screen, and watched as the probes made its way to the wormhole, and how the
wormhole opened and swallowed the probes as they made their way to who knows
where.  It would have been such a eager time on the bridge at this moment, if
not for the Borg, the Wolverine would be receiving information, and everyone
would be going over the data.  But the Borg changed everything.

“I agree, but I would feel calmer if we weren’t near the wormhole at that
moment” Helena said and motioned the Helm to set course and engage warp speed,
hoping that the aliens had this type of technical advancement, so they could
keep up.

Joseph bit his tongue, and faced the view screen as the Wolverine jumped to
warp.  He had given her his input, and that was all he could do.



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Executive Officer
USS Wolverine

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MD: 139
Time: 0139
Scene: Deep in the Forest
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Rainer could see the situation getting out of hand quickly and it looked like it
was up to him to try to salvage it. 'Damn it,' he thought. Maggie and the man
she was trying to help were going to die unless he did something. Luckily, fate
provided him with an opportunity.


Waqala had responded to the guard's calls and stepped out right in front of
Marcus. He quickly wrapped his arm around the alien's throat and put him in a
choke hold. Grabbing Waqala's kinfe off his person, he used to to further his
threat. "You're going to let them go now..." he told the guards.


The guards look to Waqala who nodded reluctantly and a little surprised.
Releasing their prisoners, the guards backed off. Marcus then made sure Maggie
was not harmed while she helped the lizard like creatures down.


It was then Rainer began to tighten a bit. This was taking too long. *Maggie, I
need you to hurry up a bit please,* he called to her. She acknowledged and tried
to hurry without hurting the men she was freeing. Despite that, the bad feeling
wasn't going away. He knew he shouldn't be distracted or it would make things
worse, but he could feel the guards plotting behind him.


Waqala didn't waste the opportunity. He gave Rainer a swift elbow to the gut,
knocking the wind out of him. Staggering back, the knife slipped from his hand.
He recovered, but not quickly enough to keep Waqala from retrieving the knife
from the ground. *Maggie, get the Captain and GO NOW!* he called to her.


Marcus engaged Waqala in hand to hand hoping to cover the other's escape.
Unfortunately, his opponent was an even match and he was beginning to worry he
wouldn't be able to escape.


When he felt Maggie give the all clear, he knew he needed to take drastic
measures to escape. He dropped his guard in favor of a full assault to knock
Waqala back on his heels. It only half worked. While he did fall back, he was
able to bury the knife in his hand deep in to Rainer's shoulder.


'Oh geez, not again,' he whimpered. He staggered back, but kept his balance,
trying to make his way to the others.


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Ensign Marcus Rainer
CSO
USS Aurora
Played by: Vince

[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

MD: -
Time: 1301
Scene: Officer's Club
*****************

"You want me to what?" Sky gave the man a half smile.

"You are from Hawaii, no? Your records say you Hula," the human said in a
rough accent.

Sky laughed. "Why? Why do you want to know?"

The man leaned closer. "I'm planning big party for send off of Hume. Exotic
decorations...flowers...tiki torches..."

"And I suppose I am the entertainment?" Sky rolled her eyes. "I think I
maybe able to help you out. You incharge of the bar on the ship?"

The man nodded slowly. "Yes, but..."

"You handle all the finances?" Sky smiled evilly.

"What is the Hula girl asking for?" He looked at her uneasily.

"Just a couple of favors. Nothing that would put you out of business, my
friend."

"Two favors but I get an hour and a half of hula," he bit back.

"Ten minutes and make it three favors," she whispered in his ear softly.

"Hour..." he growled.

"30..." she breathed softly into his ear.

"Fif...teeeeen," he stummered as she pulled her body close to his and tugged
softly on his lobe with her teeth.

"Done!" she said with a smile. "So 15 minutes and three favors. I think I
can handle that."

"No!" he growled. "Not fair, hula girl. I meant 50. No 15."

"Awww." She made a pouty face. "That's too bad, sweet heart. See yah at the
party." She winked and sauntered out the door. Before she had taken two
steps a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her into a darker
corador. She had been slammed into the wall before she even knew who her
attacker was and then she smiled. "Cunningham, it's so good to see you
again. I didn't expect to..."

"Enough Bullshit, Kahani!" he growled.

"Commander..." She paused to look at his pips or lack there of. "I mean
ensign, you seem to be missing a few buttons on your collar. Did they get
lost in the wash perhaps?"

His grip tightened on her arm but she didn't give him the satisfaction of
pain in her expression. "You are so going to pay you little bitc..."

"Must we resort to name calling, Cunningham? It isn't fair to be a sore
loser. There are just some that play the game better," she whispered.

His grip was hard enough to break bones but Sky did her best no to show it.
"You haven't learned of the final round of this game..."

"Final round has already been lost," she said softly. "Remove your hand from
my arm. You have until three, Ensign."

"And who are..."

"THREE!" Her knee made contact with his crotch and his hand came away from
her arm to grab the wall. "You lose!" she whispered in his ear and walked
away from his doubled up form. "See yah around, tough guy," she called from
behind her as she walked towards her temporary quarters. It wasn't until she
was safely in the turbolift before she rubbed the bruise that was already
forming on her arm.

**********
Ensign Sky Kahani
FCO
USS Hume
Played by: Michelle

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MD: 139
Time: 0143
Scene: Deep in the Forest

Maggie stumbled, surprised by the wave of pain coming from behind
her.  *Rainer?! You okay?* she shouted back in her mind.

When he didn't respond right away, she looked over at Jack, then
Morgan and the others they'd gotten down. They couldn't leave Rainer
behind, but what would happen to these men if she went back for him?

Rainer fought through the pain and did his best to stay ahead of the
guards chasing him.  *Keep moving!* he ordered.  He knew they were
only as fast as their slowest member and the condition the others
were in, he knew that wasn't him.  *I'll catch up, keep going!  Find
a place to hide out!*

Jack had been placed by a tree whilst they stopped, waiting for the
missing member. His eyes were beginning to focus a little more
clearly despite the darkness of a moonlit night. He visually scanned
the area and pointed towards an herbal plant, "Can..." he paused as a
slight coughing fit ensued. "Can...someone pick that...start chewing."

It was then the sound of several pairs of running feet filtered
through the forest, Jack sighed he was in no condition for this.

Grimacing, Maggie grabbed a handful of the plant Jack had been
pointing to and moved back over to him.  "Rainer, get that better be
you," she muttered under her breath.  "Jack... its Jack right? Can I
call you that?  Can you make it a little further?" she asked, already
moving to use her body to help support his weight.

Jack only nodded as she approached and offered her support, with an
effort he placed an arm around her shoulders and with his spare hand
palmed the herbs. A simple plant yes, but the aliens he had lived
with for the past few months had discovered its medicinal value.
Raising the plant to his mouth he bit off a leaf and began chewing
vigorously, "Jack w-will do fine..."

Marcus approached the area where the group had stopped, the knife
still lodged in his shoulder.  He was beginning to run out of steam,
so in an act of desperation to stay alert, he dug the blade deeper
into the wound, awaking every nerve in his body.  "GAH," he finally
let out, his legs able to carry him a bit further.

Finally he caught up, almost tripping over one of the lizardmen.  "I
thought I told you to keep moving!"

Jack turned his head slightly, chewing with a semi-doeful look on his
face as the missing member approached. Eyeing him jack spat the
contents in his mouth into his spare hand and offered it to the
newcomer, "Fre'lii sikar..." He shook his head, never would he had
thought English would become his second language, "place it in your
wound." He managed.

Maggie suppressed her shudder of revulsion as best she could at that
comment.  He was a medic.  He would know if it would work but...
Grimacing, she turned to look at Rainer.  "And just /what/ do you
think you were doing to intentionally cause yourself pain?  Are you
NUTS?!?! I should whack you over the head for that you i--"

"We should get moving again," Morgan spoke up, interrupting Maggie's
tirade.

Nodding slowly, Maggie shot Rainer one last glare - for now - and
helped Jack move ahead with the rest of the group.

Marcus ignored Maggie.  He was used to people questioning his methods
and he'd become very desensitized to it.  He took the – whatever it
was – from the human they'd rescued and smelled it.  He was hesitant
at first, but there wasn't much it could do to make it worse.  He
grasped the knife, yanking it out with one good jerk and a yelp.  He
applied the medicine and after a slight burning, felt a little
better.  "Let's go," he said moving ahead of the group and trying to
appear stronger than he was.

Each step was a struggle on its own, Jack almost appeared as if he
was hoping along with Maggie in assistance. He had no idea where they
were going, or if any knew where they headed. These thoughts took a
back seat as being a former chief of security himself Jack's tactical
mind began to tick. "It...its night...dark, we can hide in dense
bush..." with each step the pain from his chest wounds and abused
muscles grew in intensity and after a few short moments his head
began to buzz, his vision turning bright as if a hundred light bulbs
suddenly glowed before him...he was all too familiar with this
feeling, shock.

"These people are excellent trackers," he pointed out.  "We have to
lose them first before we stop.  Is there a river near here?  And I
would prefer to find some shelter like a cave of some sort."

"Jack!" Maggie hissed. "Jack, come on, stay with us.  J...  Rainer!
We've gotta stop.  He's about to pass out and I can't carry him.
Um... get the others out of here.  We'll hide until he's able to move
again."

She started searching around for a place close by that might have at
least a 50 percent chance of working.

Jack could make out the blurred voice of the woman assisting him, she
sounded so far away. "Keep...me...moving, slap if you have to..." His
body began to boil, at least as far as he knew, although such was a
bi-product of shock sometimes. He began to sag and fully collapsed,
almost pulling Maggie down with him, had he the strength in his arms.

"Jack! Nonononono..."  Maggie dropped to the ground next to
him.  "Wake up..."  She bit her lip as she looked briefly around the
area.  She didn't want to hurt him, but they weren't exactly in a
good hiding place.  Reaching out, she slapped him across the cheek,
hoping to snap him out of it.

Marcus had had about enough of this.  He wasn't talking orders from a
damn councilor, especially when it came to protecting everyone of the
escapees.  It was the reason he was security chief after all and he
was getting tired of her excuses for slowing them down.  "That's
enough!" he finally said, before he hoisted Jack over his shoulders
and carried him on his back.  He knew it wasn't the most comfortable
positions and his shoulder screamed protest, but they had to keep
moving.  "Problem solved, let's go," he ordered gruffly.

Maggie rolled her eyes.  *I'm not making excuses you twit!
I'm /trying/ to help you get away faster.  But no, far be it for you
to listen to a lowly counselor.  No, I don't have security training,
but I know a thing or two about survival.  And don't /even/ take the
attitude that just because you're the chief security officer you have
to be the big man and take care of everyone and never care for
yourself.  I'll just bet you avoid counselor offices too," she
continued, easily keeping pace with the group and moving to help one
of the lizardy-men.  *So help me, if I ever find out your avoiding my
office when you need help, I'll track you down and SIT on you until
you spill your bloomin' guts!! And don't think I won't either.  Mr.
Macho thinking he has to do it all...*


Maggie continued ranting for a while longer before slowing down her
thoughts.  *What?  /Now/ you don't have an opinion?!*

The hazy and bright vision began to subside as the shock wore off,
yet jack felt more worse for wear than before as he slowly returned
to reality, his wounds were being seriously aggravated, he knew then
the cause for his ailing condition. A shoulder pushing into his near-
mutilated gut. "T...t-try an-another position...god damn it, tha...a
medical...order..."

Marcus once again ignored the prattling Brayla and marched ahead.
When Jack objected, he adjusted his position on his shoulders and
kept going.  "I hear water.  There must be a river near by.  We can
lose them and find shelter.  Everyone keep moving!"

Ensign Marcus Rainer
CSO
USS Aurora
Played by: Vince
&
Ensign Maggie Brayla
USS Aurora - CNS
Played By: Marie
&
Ensign Jack Lashmore
Medic
USS Aurora
Played by: Ben

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MD: 08
Time: 1200
Scene: Sickbay
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Katar sat up and looked around the room.  The movement to sit up hurt him
because his new skin was still establishing its neural connections and
flexibility was not yet taken into account as they healed.  Sickbay was
relatively quiet, and no one noticed him sitting up.  He threw his legs over
the side of the bed, and slid off the bed.  His legs were a little shaky,
but he quickly, put his hands on the side of the bed to help get his
balance.  Just as he began to walk toward his office, Nurse Conner saw him,
and went to his side.

“You shouldn’t be up yet,” she said.

Katar looked at her, “Spare me the lecture; I know I should be in bed right
now,” he said.  Katar continued to make his way to his office with Nurse
Conner at his side.

“You aren’t going to work are you?”

“Just some paperwork,” Katar said as he entered his office.  He took a seat
in his chair, and it felt like his skin just got slapped.  He made a slight
grimace as he settled in, and picked up a PADD.  His mind was clouded, and
his concentration on his work drifted.  Nurse Conner had left him, but she
seemed to poke her head into his office more than usual.  Around the sixth
time she did, Katar threw down his PADD on his desk.  You’re right, I can’t
work.  Katar found the strength to get himself on his feet, and he made his
way to his quarters.

“Keep me updated on the situation on the Erynis planets.  I am putting
myself on medical leave.” Katar said as he exited sickbay.  Inwardly Katar
cursed himself for not being able to work.  But he knew as well as anyone
that he wouldn’t be very effective if he himself was struggling to do his
job.  The best thing for now was to rest up.  At the moment there was no
emergency.  If there was one, he would pump himself full of pain killers.

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Chief Medical Officer
USS Pegasus

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Mission Day : 01
Time : 0900
Scene : Hume Bridge
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Daniel stepped onto the dimly light deck that was the bridge.
"Computer raise lights. 100%" The computer complied and the view was
not what Daniel had expected. The bridge of the Hume had been changed,
instead of the cream colour that the bridge used to be, it was now a
gun metal colour that Daniel found a little more pleasant on the eyes.
The bridge was now smaller which was nice in combat situations, but he
found it a little crowded around the center chair. He frowned
wondering what else had been changed since he had been last on his
ship. He walked over to the Engineering console and entered a code,
bringing the computer up to full operation. "Computer. I, Captain
Wizamc am officially taking back command of the USS Hume.
Authorisation Zero Gamma Pi Delta Niner."

[Authorisation confirmed. Welcome back Captain Wizamc]

Daniel raised his eyebrows. The computers pitch had changed to a more
pleasant sounding voice. He tapped a command bringing up the computer
schematics and whistled. The computer's three cores were all in order
with three times the capability of the old one. The thrusters were
showing full updates were completed and the sensor pod was now online.
Daniel had always liked the sleek lines of the sensor pod, but he was
well aware of the lack of firepower the Hume now had. "Well you can't
have it all." He knew he had to get out and dish out some punishment
to those who had damaged his ship. He sat down in his new chair and
squirmed. It would require some wear. The console on the chair beeped
for his attention. He hit the button and the holoviewer came online,
showing the face of Admiral T'Ana.

He rose out of the chair "Admiral. This is a pleasant surprise."

She waved him down. "No need for that right now Captain. Your new
bridge looks nice. What do you think?"

"Honestly Admiral it's a little cramped for my liking."

"Oh, I would have thought you would have preferred that." She answered

Daniel laughed. "I've been spoiled by the bigger ships Admiral. I am
sure once the crew are aboard I can get back into my old habits." He
squirmed again "And get someone to fix the new padding in this chair."

T'Ana nodded. "Very well Captain.  I have mission orders for you. You
leave in 6 hours. T'Ana out"

Daniel raised his eyebrows. She wasn't giving him much time to get the
Hume's crew back and the ship operational. He brought the mission
orders up on the viewer.

‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹ BEGIN TRANSMISSION  ›››››››››››››››››››
SECURITY LEVEL: Top Priority
TO:             Captain Wizamc - USS HUME
FROM:           Fleet Admiral T'Ana
SUBJECT:        Orders
STARDATE:       24.0530
‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹›››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››

Captain Wizamc,

With the recent threat of the Borg in our quadrants of space, the
StarFleet Diplomatic Corps has come to a historic agreement with the
Romulans for co-operation during this threat. As part of this new
co-operation they have organised war games with the larger powers in
this sector. The Romulans have agreed but we have yet to hear a
response from the Klingons and the Cardassians.

The Romulans have sent 2 D'Deridex Class vessels. They are being
escorted by the USS Enterprise-E and USS Challenger to a nearby
sector, the Delwaalt System located in Sector A-001. The USS Hume
along with the USS Eros and the USS Ulysses are to meet the convoy
there where the war games will be held. Upon your arrival the USS
Enterprise-E and the USS Challenger will depart, leaving you with
total authority of all vessels while they are in this System.

This is an historical occasion Captain Wizamc with the success of this
agreement weighing heavily on the outcome of this exercise.

Good Luck

Regards
Fleet Admiral T'Ana
Azeri Fleet

‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹‹  END TRANSMISSION  ››››››››››››››››

As he finished reading the orders he realised that he was standing out
of his chair. "You have got to be shitting me." He said to the viewer.
"The bloody Romulans. Well good timing by the fucking Diplomatic
Corps." He said in absolute contempt. He had no time for the
'Dipstiffs' as he called them since they had pulled him off active
duty all those years ago. "Well there goes our justice." He sighed.
"Computer recall the crew and inform the senior staff I want them back
immediately." The computer beeped an acknowledgement and he moved to
the Engineering console. "I might as well get a start." He said as he
shook his head but smiled. It was indeed good to be back home.


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Commanding Officer
USS Hume

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MD: 08
Time: 1215 Hours
Scene: Bridge - USS Pegasus
=====================

Sarah sat at the First Officer chair on the Bridge, she had been monitoring the
situation and she didn't like it. The Colony had clearly been bombarded from
orbit and now the distress call from the Akira class ship. Soon the tactical
officer on the Bridge announced that the Akira class ship was in visible range.
Keith ordered it to be put on the main view screen.

Sarah looked up from her consol and saw the ship, the view wasn't pretty and
Sarah swallowed hard at its sight. There were multiple plasma and
matter-antimatter fluids leaks all over the engineering sections. Its port side
warp nacelle was leaking its bluish contents out into the darkness of space,
making it slowly spin around. The saucer section of the once proud ship was
completely torn apart in the front parts, as if a monster had taken a large bit
from it. All around it there were smaller dust clouds, the only reminder of the
Akira class fighter squadrons, judging from the number of smaller clouds and
ripped fighters, only a fraction of the fighters made it out from the hangar.
The ship had clearly been a victim of a surprise attack, even though it was in
complete open space.

"Survivors?" Keith turned to face Brixx.

"I am picking up 2400 lifesigns." The Bolian replied from her console.

"Maroulis, try to contact them. Volok, long range scans, I don't want
surprises." He then bent his head towards Sarah "Do you think we can use the
tractor beam to take the Horizon to the colony on Erynis IV?"

"I wouldn't recommend it Captain, its hull is too fragile and damaged, it would
rip it apart completely" Sarah said as she looked over her consol, most of the
lifesigns was in the main cargo area where forcefields was holding the air
intact from the coldness of space, the rest of the lifesigns was spread
throughout the ship with forcefields holding the ship intact. The power from
Engineering was slowly dropping and Sarah recon they had no more then 2 hours
before all forcefield was dropped on the ship and the whole crew would go under.

"I see" Keith tapped on his right armrest "Prepare to beam up as many people as
we can carry. Open a channel with the Einthoven, their ship is requested here to
rescue the survivors of the Horizon."

"Message sent sir." Said Maroulis "The Horizon is responding...Commander
Watkins, XO. Audio only and pretty garbled."

"This is Captain Keith Andersen of the USS Pegasus, we are responding to the
distress call you have sent. An Olympic class vessel will be here shortly to
help us rescue the people you have aboard. What's your status?"

"They came from nowhere... they were all over us... we launched our fighters,
but it was too late... they are everywhere, get away from here Captain, before
it is too late... there were no signs, no warning... just darkness... then
they... they are everywhere" Watkins scrambled reply echoed like a bad movie
over the Bridge speakers.

"Calm down Commander...there is noone here and we are going to protect you now.
You have aboard 2400 people, we need to make sure they leave your ship and are
treated properly for their wounds. Is it possible to repair impulse drive
shortly?" Keith asked.

"Engineering crew is all dead, they attacked before we got up our shields and
blew a hole in engineering, everyone was pulled out into the darkness of space,
our tactical officer had complained about a raised level of neutrino radiation,
but it was too low to be a cloaked ship, so our Captain didn't take any actions
and dismissed it as background radiation" Watkins voice was a bit calmer this
time around, though his voice was clearly trembling from shock syndrome.

"Brixx...adjust sensors to pick up neutrino radiations and report any
inconsistance with average levels of background radiation." Keith said,
seriously "Who are they?"

"Romulan warbird de-cloaking on port side... two more Romulan ships is
de-cloaking on opposite side along with two scout ships on the other side of the
Akira ship"

Sarah quickly got on to her feet on the sound of the tactical officers voice,
announcing the presence of Romulan ships.

"Yellow alert, raise shields" Sarah said, as both her feet landed on the floor
and she stood up, looking at the view screen that now had two Romulan scouts on
the opposite side of the Akira class.

"We are being hailed by the Romulan warbird" The tactical officer reported.

"Romulans..." Keith muttered, standing up and approaching the helm console.

"Open a channel Maroulis, let's see how they are going to explain their presence
here." He said in a cold voice.

"Good day Captain Andersen of USS Pegasus, I am Captain Khiy I'm commanding this
task force, like you we have lost a high ranking officer to a... smaller pirate
group and the trail lead here and clearly you have the problems too" The Romulan
had his proud and strict posture and looked directly at Keith's eyes. Then one
of the officers that was standing behind him and clearly had the sign of
Tal-Shiar on her shoulder whispered something in his ear as she looked at Sarah
for a moment, the Romulan Captain nodded slowly and then looked again at Keith,
waiting for him to reply.

Keith had not missed to notice the Tal Shiar emblem, nor the way they looked at
Sarah for a second. In the inner of himself, he found their words trustwhorty.

"A smaller pirate group...did you lose something else to them? Something like a
Valdore or D'Deridex class ship?" Keith walked back to his chair and sat down
"The Horizon has been attacked and defeated by a cloacked ship of extreme power,
led by a seasoned and skilled tactician...I wonder if we are looking for the
same person." Keith said, not breaking eye contact with the Romulan .

"I'm afraid that the information regarding who defected and what the person got
with him is classified" Khiy replied keeping his arrogant posture and attitude
"However this wasn't an attack of a Romulan ship, there is no traces of
disruptor fire, now is there Captain" The Romulan Captain really pushed this
thing into Keith face, the fact he had missed it to start with gave the Romulan
courage to push Keith around.

"I would say it was a Breen or Klingon cruiser that attacked your ship" Khiy
replied with the same arrogant tone.

"We will run a thorough scan to be sure." Keith looked back at the Romulan with
an amused look "I wonder if your theories of the Breen or Klingon attack are
based on solid data or not..."

"Captain Khiy...you are in Federation space and I guess without
authorization...looking for a defector who stole something precious from the
Empire, possibly a new ship or a new cloaking device... a Federation ship has
been nearly destroyed and colonies have been attacked in this sector. If you are
really willing to work cooperatively with us...and it is a thing you need, I
want to know everything...no classified data, no secrets or I am afraid you will
have to tell your command the mission is failed."

"Don't be a foul Captain, who will help you out here?" Khiy replied slowly and
motioned with his hand slowly, and another Warbird de-cloaked directly behind
Pegasus "This is my whole task force, no more secrets, and in the name of
co-operation I'm willing to hand over the scout ships to your command to assist
you evacuate the survivors from your ship, if you want to work with us, inform
the captain on the scout ships when you are done, they know how to contact me"
Khiy snapped his fingers and the communication was terminated, as the four
warbirds cloaked and disappeared into the darkness of space, while the two scout
ships remained stationed near the Akira class ship.

"Four warbirds? They must have lost an admiral or something" Sarah whispered
towards Keith.

"Maybe both..." Keith whispered back to her "Maroulis, signal to the Romulan
ships to beam up as many survivors as they can. Before, let Watkins know what is
going to happen. ETA of the  Einthoven?"

"15 minutes" Maroulis replied.

"First we secure the survivors, then we look around to help our 'allies' and
ourselves above all. Send an encrypted message on a secure channel to Azeri
Base. I want ready backup if things are going to get nasty with the Romulans."

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Captain Keith Andersen
Commanding Officer
USS Pegasus

Sergio Arleo
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Mission Day: 138
Mission Time: 1420
Scene: Below the deck of the Eryal


The ostentatious desk that the Renna sat behind was a dark rich wood, it's
length fit the alien's width perfectly and it faced the door. Almost as if he
expected to be attacked. Other than that the large office had little else to
decorate it, being more sparse than anything else. Telve was finishing off his
final paperwork, for his business partner, before they docked in less than five
hours.

Tremont always got ugly when he didn't have it done right away. As he placed
his final invoice on the desk he moved slightly to allow the small porthole,
to allow a little more daylight into the room. The easy motion of the ship
always calmed him and as he placed his last remark on the parchment. There came
a knock at the door, making him look up as he sat back and closed the cloth
pouch that he placed the documents in. "Enter."

Kodin opened the door, allowing Commander Gabriel Hunt into the room first.
He had been brought down from the deck and cleaned up. His darkly bronzed skin
burning with red in some spots and his dark shock of hair looking clean and
tidy for the first time in two days. "Here he is Renna." Shoving the half
clothed human further into the large office he slammed the door behind them. "As
you
commanded."

"Thank you Kodin." He said as he lifted and moved over to a small cabinet.
While Kodin moved to stand beside the door, his hand on his weapon
hilt. "Please, sit Hunt." He turned slightly as he purposely left off the man's
title.

The meeting was going to be not pleasant, Gabriel could tell already, he was
tired from the hard work and the torturous, unforgiving weather that they had
all had to endure over the last couple of days. In retrospect Hunt wondered
why he hadn't been more cautious, kicking himself, he took a measured breath and
sat down. There was no reason why he
should expend more of his energy fighting Telve. His gaze intent on
the creature who had turned from a savior to an evil  dark figure.
 
"My men have told me you work well and very hard...Admirable traits under the
circumstances..." He brought out a pair of roughly made glasses, then he
raised a hand to pull out a short round dark glass bottle. Uncorking it he
poured
each glass half full then he returned the container back to the shelf. Smiling
with a touch of greed, he picked up both of the vessels and he returned to
the desk. Offering one to Hunt.
 
"What is this?" He eyed the cloudy glass of red liquid, whatever it was.

"Zihernor Brandy, some of the finest I have." Telve said as he downed his.

"I suppose if you were going to kill me you would have done it already."

"Oh yes." He said as he set the glass down on his desk, turning to refill his
glass once more.

"At least I know that..." He said his voice not hiding a bit of his sarcasm.
"I am pleased at your self confidence, Renna." Lifting the glass he took in
the scent, the beverage was pungent, spicy, but full of a strong woody scent.
Looking at it he took a sip, it wasn't bad. But his mind needed to be clear, so
he set the vessel back down on the desk. "If you think that this will be so
easy, you are dead wrong. Myself and my crew will do anything to contrast your
plans, whatever they are and I promise you. You will regret our meeting." Hunt
spoke with a firm confidence that underlain a serious tone, as he kept eye
contact with the reptilian alien as he returned to his desk with the now full
glass.
 
Telve grinned and laughed briefly "I am glad to hear you have not lost your
sense of humor on my rowing decks...but don't worry your next task will be
harder. Then we will see how you will manage after that."
 
"Give it your best shot." Gabriel countered back with pride.

The Renna turned serious in the blink of an eye "Your pride is misplaced
Hunt. I didn't bring you here to discuss that...The females, they are
questioning
me about you and the other males." Taking a sip of his brandy he flinched
slightly. "I have arranged a meeting already. I want you to tell them
everything 
is OK. You and the others have decided to assist the crew as volunteers. I
don't want them to be made aware of anything else."

A laugh came from Hunt as he shook his head. "Your on your own on that. I
would rather sit out under the sun for days than to help you."

Leaning forward menacingly. "You 'will' reassure the one called...Regan...she
awaits you as we speak. That is what you are going to do and your reasoning
for being here." The Renna grinned. "If you don't...They are quality
females...I'd hate to have to cut their soft smooth skin with restraints so
early on."
 
Hunt stiffened and became more serious. "Your a fool if you think anything I
say will help you do this." Gabriel replied "I know my people, they first of
all won't buy it, secondly once they haven't bought it, they will resist you
with their last breath no matter what."
 
Looking at his glass almost as if his interest was more on that than anything
else he added. "Next time you speak with such insolence to me. I shall have
Kodin whip you." Telve said in a cold tone "You have not learned who is in
command here...just yet...much like a young, untamed youth. But don't worry,
even
the wildest ones sooner or later learn. Your time though is running out."
 
"So is yours..." Hunt spoke with a dark tone, trying to make sure that he had
some leverage. Even though deep down he knew he had little at this point.
Telve was right about that.

Telve lowered his tone. "You know that I share dinner with the Regan and the
Areni? I enjoy much their company, they are bright, attractive, intelligent.
They speak much about your culture and your camp Genet...It would be very
unfortunate if I decided to turn them over to my crew because of this." A wicked
smile spread into his eyes as he shifted them to his
"My men are not as gentlemanly...I promise you that."
 
Hunt frowned, Telve had better arguments, he was defeated. "What will happen
to us when we reach Sha'an?"
 
"You will see Hunt...you will see. This is only the beginning of your new
lives," Telve said, rubbing his hands together.

-- 
 
The sound of the lock being undone made Regan turn around. Watching as the
door opened slowly she saw the very, tanned vision of Gabriel Hunt. Relief
flooded into her, for now she knew he was alive, but as she took in his
appearance
she noted that he looked worse for the wear. Haggard and exhausted.

The door shut behind them and she crossed to him, they were alone, but Hunt
knew that they had to be watching them somehow so he didn't take any chances.
"Gabr--Commander Hunt...I am pleased to see you."
 
The words of the Renna still echoed in his mind as he looked into the young
Ensign's face and the disgust and frustration of being cornered like this
filled his head. He wouldn't let anything happen to his people. How far was this
from the familiar and warm atmosphere of the camp. He wondered what Samantha was
cooking on that day.

The sight of Regan changed everything though. His short nostalgia was
abruptly cut. His duty filled his mind, protect his crew and his personal code
of
honor. Sometimes he had not been able to do so and he was still cursing himself
for that. But he wiped away the threats of Telve and he smiled at her. Although
he was sincere, he was pleased to see her too, there was still the underlying
danger.
 
"I am pleased to see you, Ensign Kimball." His tone was lower, as if he were
tired. "Are you enjoying the voyage so far?"
 
"Gabriel?" Dropping the pretense Regan could see his body language and she
didn't like it.
 
Averting her questioning look, he continued. "I know it has been longer than
we expected, but today we should be docking at the Sha'an port. Is everything
OK with you and the other women? Any problems with the crew of the Eryal?"
 
Tilting her head curiously she shook her head and reached out for him, only
to be stopped by his hand clasping her wrist. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Kimball." He spoke distantly as he lowered her hand and released
her. "It's just been a rough couple of days. We have not been seeing each other
very much since we have been assisting the crew of the Eryal...voluntarily. I
need some rest....This is a fine ship and we can learn much from them." He
forced himself to smile reassuringly "You don't need to worry about us, we are
fine."

"How is Gannon? I haven--" Stepping back she took stock of his words. she was
not convinced but she really had no choice at this point.  

"He fairs well." He stopped her before she finished, "A little weak still but
fine overall. Now listen to me...let Telve take care of you today." Inside he
was cringing. "Listen...to him... Regan and don't worry. I am not going to
see you the rest of the day. I have been up all night and I am tired." Hunt
looked intently at her, hoping that his true feelings were not betraying him in
his eyes, as he smiled warmly and squeezed her shoulder. "Remember what I told
you when we boarded this ship? Be careful and take precautions."

 
Nodding in agreement he felt a piece of him dying at every word he was
telling her, for not yelling the truth. But if he didn't truth in that case
would
mean death or something worse than death. They had to gain time and think of an
escape plan. Hunt was sure they would leave that hell, they had escaped the
Chihaks, they would surely defeat these filthy reptilians. "We'll be ok....I am
going to go now."

Stepping to her, he hoped his next gamble would pay off, he leaned into her
and kissed her cheek, then turned and left her there alone. Slightly confused
and feeling only slightly more safe than she did before to say the least.
Looking at the back of the door Regan was perplexed why had Gabriel kissed her
on
the cheek? Frowning she moved back to the porthole watching the watery waves
rolling by.



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Commander Gabriel Hunt
Executive Officer
Sergio Arleo
ICQ#172049699
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Ensign Regan Kimball
aCSO
Bridget

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USS Aurora
Azeri Fleet




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MD: 01
MT:0911hrs
Scene: Bridge

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   If there's anything in this world that Andy loved
was when a ship left her moorings and entered into the
vastness of space. To Andy the feeling was metaphoric;
a symbol of his own transition from the confines of a
small space into the large universe of adulthood, or
maybe a ship leaving the dock was  as exciting as
watching a football game or Tyler R'Akor hit a home
run in the bottom of the ninth Inning.  That's how it
felt to Andy today.  Like Harry Potter entering the
Quidditch Field, or soldiers entering into battle,
that was the feeling Andy had today and he was hoping
too the others felt the same.

   He watched from the main view screen as the space
door groaned open.  "Base Operations say we are clear
for launch," Andy announced, "And I might add sir I am
a bit anxious."  The Captain smiled, "So am I
Lieutenant, but keep an eye on the other ships."
   Andy watched his sensors and could tell the others
were watching the Triton too. Their Sensor sweeps sent
his panels in an alarm tizzy, the low beeping and
wailing rang harshly in Andy's ears when he finally
focused on his scans.

   "Sir, they're watching,"

   "I know."
   Staring at his panels, the sensor pallettes were
having a field day with the other ships so close to
the Triton.
   "Captain, one ship is hanging quite close to our
starboard side. I suggest we move away," Andy said in
a matter of fact tone.
   "Helm?"
   "Aye sir, changing position slightly port side."
   Andy could feel the ship shift and then come to a
hault.
   Andy felt confident the Captain knew what he was
doing. This wasn't a normal mission, but then since
Andy's arrival to Triton, things haven't been normal;
the Cave, strange creatures, cro-magnon men and
Sentinels that helped a human ships. Yes things aren't
always 'normal' with the crew of the Triton, this
mission was no exception.
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Lieutenant, JG Heathcliff Anderson
COO, USS Triton






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MD: 01
Time: 0930
Scene: Azeri Base

=============

The last few days of shore leave had been a whirlwind. Sato had
continued to aquaint himself with the rest of the Hume's staff.
J'Lind, the Vulcan assistant Ops officer, was friendly by Vulcan
standards and he figured they would work well together. Although
Lashmore had left for another assignment within the fleet, his
replacement William Crow seemed very capable and confident. Even in
the month since he had arrived, there had been several staff
changes. The Chief Engineers spot remained vacant, and likely
himself, S'Pau, and Sky would be left to help out at that position.

Sato shook his head. He had seen little of Sky since that awkward
moment in his quarters. Not that she was avoiding him, more like he
was avoiding her. It was very unlike Sato to conduct himself like
that, bordering on embarrassing. His memory of the night was still
hazy, but he was fairly certain nothing had happened that night.
Kahani had likely spent the night rather than head back to her own
quarters.

As Sato scanned over a screen, examining the Hume's new
configuration, orders came in from Captain Wizamc. It appeared that
the Hume was ready to go and the Captain was requesting senior staff
to begin boarding the ship.

"Wow, the refit certainly didn't take long," Sato said aloud to
himself. It wasn't really surprising. Rumours had been floating
around about an important mission that one or more vessels might be
disembarking for from the station. Usually you could count on some
tidbits being leaked, but this time no one seemed to have any idea
about the next mission. The USS Eros had recently docked, and
rumours were linking the two ships.

Eager to find out the details of the next mission, Sato gathered his
personal effects. Luckily he had few of them still so he was able to
take it all in one trip. He had procured one last bottle of Saki
from the bartender in the Officers Club at the cost of "a favour" as
the barman put it.

Sato made his way as quickly as possible to the docking bay where
the Hume was being refitted. It was his understanding that the
weapons pod was being replaced with a sensor pod. The massive sensor
would be ideal for exploration and early detection, but as he
understood, it was at the expense of a powerful weapons array. The
Hume was still attached by a fixed link, so shuttling over was not
necessary. In short order he had his belongings in his new permanent
quarters and was making his way to the bridge.

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Time: 1000
Scene: Bridge USS Hume
========
The doors parted and it was a sight to behold. The bridge was fitted
with new consoles, chairs, and facades. The Captain was standing at
the Engineering console watching some warp schematics play out.

Ishiyama stepped onto the bridge and reported with a
smile, "Permission to come aboard sir?"

================

Ensign Sato Ishiyama
COPS
USS Hume
Carl

M.D: 2
Time: 0400 Hours
Scene: En Route to Triton bridge

     Maddox looked down to the PADD that was in his hand, it was early and his
eyes were
sore but he put it off as being a side effect of too few hours of sleep. He was
going
over tactical maneuvers and how fast the ship would be able to move while still
getting
off accurate torpedo volleys. It was usually boring stuff but with the new
weapons
upgrades he would be able to move much faster and take turns that would make
most pilots
envious. He had been in the holosuite running simulations for the last hour and
for two
hours before that he had been in the shuttlebay reprogramming a torpedo, the
latter was a
surprise tactic he had been thinking about since hearing the rules for the
tournament.

     As the turbolift came to a halt James stepped onto the bridge and took a
look around,
it was the graveyard ship mostly with the exception f the Captain. The Lt.
couldn’t help
but feel the tension that was straining the ships crew, between command officers
and the
rest of the crew in general. Having a commodore looking over your shoulder
didn’t help
matters either, the grumpy old coot had even asked for a list of flight tactics
from
Maddox.

    James walked over to the Captains seat and presented the PADD to him. “Sir,
there is a
list of flight tactics and revised maneuvers covered in files 100 to 253. File
007 is
something special I’ve cooked up for the Challenge, I wouldn’t call it standard
starfleet
practice but I think it might give us an edge with and aggressive ship.”

     The Captain looked up and took the PADD from his flight officer. “Your up
early Lt.”

    “Couldn’t sleep sir.” He replied, he stifled a smile at what would be going
through
the Captains mind as he read that seventh file.

      “Good work Lt. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone else about this
plan of
yours. If we get the chance to get to the edge of the designated challenge space
I’ll
keep it in my playbook.”

     Maddox nodded as we began to walk over to the helm but turned around at the
last
moment. “Oh and sir the Commodore requested the flight tactics, I think he would
appreciate getting them from you.” Once again the Officer covered a smile as
there was no
response from the Captain.

   Now the youngish red head sitting at the helm caught the Lieutenant’s eye, he
walked
beside her and leaned over the flight controls. His eyes however never hovered
anywhere
near the controls or the display itself.

   “Are you looking for something Lt.” The pretty woman asked.

    “No... just looking.” Maddox put all his charm into his smile at the moment
and
noticed a slight blushing in the Ensigns cheeks. “So Money Penny, are you new to
all
this?”

    Their green eyes meet as the ensign smiled. “To the ship yes, to all of
this.. No.”
She got up from the helm and walked away, her duty done. The Captain looked
James way and
he quickly took up his station, it was still early but suddenly he felt very
alive.

Lt. (jg) James Maddox, F.O.
USS Triton – NCC-74232-A
Played by Shane

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Time: 2038
Scene: Moon surface
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--------snip from Just a little 'Moon' Lighting----------
'I wasn't scavenger but I'm quite good with computers.' Sienae said with
well audible irony. 'If you would check your other options Ensign you would
find that I could find correct, not fake, code in the same time you used.'
She followed Braddock passing by the turret.
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Braddock stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing Sieane's comment. That
wasn't his motivation for doing what he did, but he was beginning to see his
obvious affection for Monique would make him the butt of a few jokes. He
hadn't considered that till now. At least Thorin didn't look like he was
joining in which made things easier. He decided not to look back at Monique
as it would probably draw a little too much attention to how she was
reacting. If he could keep the heat on him and off her, it was the thing to
do.


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Time: 2041
Scene: Anteroom, Subterranean Bunker
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----------snip from A Trap that Does not Spring-------
"Cover!" they hollered and a second later the door burst open in a bang.
Suits and other stuff flew around.

He checked his tricorder but saw no "Up!" he roared. "through the door,
quick!"


He grabbed someone lying on his belly on the floor and got him up.
Maikoennen began shooting at the sentry system, someone else too.
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Braddock felt embarrassed that Thorin had to pick him up off the ground, but
once he was up, he was able to move under his own power. When they were
clear of the original danger, they all caught their breath.

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Time: 2043
Scene: Passage, Subterranean Bunker
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'Sir, I'm picking up several lifeforms coming up fast. Looks like
we're in for a firefight' X reported.

Monique had recently decided to avoid being close or near any of the others,
mostly Xavier, she didn't want her nearness to him to be any fuel for jokes.
Somewhere during this all she had taken to biting her lower lip just so she
wouldn't panic or do anything foolish to get them all killed. "Because that
would be most magnificent." She thought to her self and Monique rolled her
eyes at herself.

Monique checked her tricorder to see just how many life forms exactly did
'several' consist of. Seeing the amount her eyes widened, "Well good news is
kids the atmosphere down here is breathable. So if it'd help with our
impending firefight...the EVA suits can be ditched..." Monique closed her
tricorder and prepared to stick it in to her pant pockets.

'I wouldn't do that yet, we are to shallow under the surface. We can still
easily lose atmosphere here.' Sienae replayed to Monique's statement looking
at the tricorder. 'There are life forms closing from behind us as well.'

Sienae looked around for a good spot for her for incoming firefight.  She
didn't say anything about effect of surprise that was calculated in the
plan. There was no need. Instead some part of her was thinking how they
could deceive enemies since breaking through was not a good idea.

'Do you have any scavenger's tricks Ensign Braddock in a sleeve? It is a
good moment to use them.' She said mockingly. She found herself a good fire
spot from where she will be well protected.

Balthasar checked his weapon and shook his head silently. One day he will
spunk Sienae’s butt for teasing everybody else around. He held back a
smile and concentrate on the near future.

Now they were coming. He almost expected them to approach earlier, but due
to the explosion on the moon surface, they had been able to enter the bunker
system closer to the gate than anyone suspected. But it was still a long way
to go. 'Verdammt' [Transl.:Dam…] he thought. He had wanted to avoid an
open battle.

'I don't concur. We need agility and elbowroom in a combat situation. Get
rid of the suits.' He said unemotional.  'Maikoennen? You will stay in the
front line. Use your remaining grenades to stop them, if necessary. Heavy
Stun till I say otherwise.' He added to everybody else.

Thorin lay down his backpack and tore his suit off in a couple of seconds.
Years of training finally paid off he mused. Carefully he strapped the
rucksack with the warhead on his back again. He inhaled deeply and felt how
calmness floated through him.

'OK. Tristian? You will look for a way to the E-gate and stay close to us!
Jhulorel? Can you stop this annoying alarm?'

'Yes I can, give me a moment.'  Sienae pulled out small attachment to the
tricorder. This was her own design, as she had no access to Romulan
technology she had to do it from Federation's parts. This little thing was
among others hacking tool.

Hacking the systems was always a fun for her. Kind of mind challenge like
Human game called chess, simpler version of Romulan's game she love to play.

'Done.' She said, with slight grin no one could see, when the alarm went
down. 'Shouldn't annoy you anymore.'

"Right away sir." Monique mumbled as she be rid of her own eva suit. After
doing such she crouched down and flicked open her tricorder. Immediately she
began looking for the easiest and safest way to the E-gate.

Balthasar nodded in reply turning towards Xavier.  'Braddock – you
will provide close cover. No solo adventures!'

Xavier adjusted his rifle and turned to place everyone on the team,
especially Monique.  She'd been keeping her distance since
Sieane's comment and he couldn't say he blamed her.  Now,
however, she needed to stick close so they could protect her.  He met her
eyes and tried to communicate a silent plea that she stay down and safe.
Thorin's comment about solo missions registered for now.  There was no
guarantee if any of the team got into trouble, however, that he would heed
that order.

The readings were getting closer and the fighting would start soon.  X
trained his rifle on the spot the first soldier would appear.  At early
estimate, they would be outnumbered four to one.  The console he was using
for cover would probably hold up for a while, but unless things went very
well, they would be caught in a very dangerous crossfire and then no cover
would keep them safe.

Minutes later, X fired the first shot – a direct hit on a soldier
turning the corner behind their position.

Monique had managed to keep her distance but yet had been able to still
linger near by. Having met Xavier's eyes for a brief moment before looking
away Monique almost offered a small smile. But she didn't. Instead she kept
her eyes and mind held fast on her tricorder. In one hand was a tricorder in
the other, a standard issue phaser. Yup she was all set.

Monique had been mumbling to herself asking the tricorder to work faster in
analyzing all of the possible routes to the E-gate when the first shot had
been fired. Eyes wide Monique looked up from her tricorder just in time to
see a shot fly by her. "Oh great!" Staying crouched Monique headed for the
nearest person. Least she could do was assist in the firefight so that they
all could live to see the E-gate destroyed.

As the fight continued, Balthasar tapped Maikoennen and then Xavier on the
shoulder. He made a fist with a throwing movement and spread two fingers.
Both quickly nooded in agreement. They checked the grenades and powered them
to level 2. Balthasar readied the Isomagnetic Disintegrator.

'Ok listen up. We are making a break through. Braddock will take lead
with Tristian and Jhulorel. Maikoennen and me will stay behind and follow
you later.'

He looked around to check if everybody had understood. He could see the
protest in their eyes, but this was not the time to discuss it.

He shouldered the big calibre of the Disintegrator and aimed carefully.

'Grenades NOW!' he shouted.

X and Maikoennen trough their grenades towards the attacker before them.
They exploded only short before them. Screaming could be heard and Balthasar
saw one of them staggering into sight.
He shot the I-D and a large purple bolt hit his target. A mighty blast shook
the corridor, but as it was only heavy stun it disabled the attacker in the
blast radius. For some seconds the way must be clear now.

'GO!' he bellowed and turned to make a second shoot to the men
behind them.


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Ensign Xavier "X" Braddock
Asst. CSO
USS Cherokee
Played by: Vince

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Ensign Monique Tristian
CSciO USS Cherokee
Player: Carol/Cazz

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Lt (jg) Balthasar Thorin
CSO/Tactical
USS Cherokee NCC 71868
(Oliver)
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Sienae Jhulorel
Operation Officer
NCC-71868 USS CHEROKEE
(Alice)

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M.D.: 01
Scene: Arvandor's Quarters
Time: 0901 Hours
-----------------------

The green light cast an unusual glow on everything, giving a timeless
feeling to Kym's quarters. But thanks to her Vulcan sense of time,
there was no way she would forget what the precise hour was, nor
would she be able to cast aside the forthcoming Neptune Challenge.

She had an uncanny feeling that if things could go wrong, they would.
Perhaps that it was only due to the fact they were not on a regular
mission as such, but participating in an important challenge. Such a
huge event needed a lot of preparation, organization, and
consequently a large number of people, beyond those from the rival
ships, had to be involved.
For Kym, this was the sure sign of troubles ahead. A feeling that was
only strengthened when she saw that among the other commanding
officers taking part in the competition, there were two Terrans, a
Klingon, an Andorian and a Vulcan/Terran woman. All of them would
have their own drive to win, with different limits to overstep.
Of course, the rules were the same for everyone. But every time
events like Neptune 5 took place, they bring the best and the worst
from people.

With this in mind, Kym couldn't help wondering how Commander Validus,
from the USS Proteus was coping with this challenge? She wasn't
familiar at all with the career of this C.O, but she could imagine
her having some conflicting thoughts about taking part in an event
like that. Unlike most species Vulcans don't particularly like having
to prove that they are competent.

Marta Validus... It wasn't a typical Vulcan name, Kym pondered. But
then, her own name had baffled more than one person during her life.
When one is inflicted with a double genetic and cultural heritage,
there is always a choice to make about one's identity. For Kym it had
been easier to adopt her Terran name. What good would it have done to
have most people choke on her lengthy Vulcan name when she was living
among a vast majority of humans?

Kym was about to check Validus' file within the Hatu Fleet, when her
commbadge called for her attention.

<I know your shift commences in 3 minutes, Kym, and I know you will
be here on time.> J.T.'s voice stated, as clear as if he was in the
room. <But I wanted to inform you that I'll need you on the Bridge,
and not in the lab, as forecast. We need to have the science sensors
calibrated to pick out any sign of spacial anomalies or impending
phenomena in the area where the challenge will take place. The last
thing we want is to look foolish in front of an occurrence we could
have forecast.>

"Indeed. I'll join you right away. Arvandor out."

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Ensign Kym Arvandor
aCSciO
USS Triton
Sylvie

M.D.: 01
Scene: Bridge Science Station
Time:  0908 hours

During the period of time it would take the Triton to reach its
destination, the two scientists now occupying the bridge, chief of
science J.T.Elliott and his assistant Kym Arvandor, would prepare
themselves in searching the ship's cartographics and astrophysics
data, noting anything that could lead them to gaining the upper hand
over their opponents during the forthcoming challenge. Of course,
they were obviously aware that their opponents also had access to the
very same information. But, it was one thing to have this to hand,
but another altogether to use it to your advantage.

J.T. was never one to be caught with his pants down, as the saying
goes. He was a man who constantly looked out for weaknesses in others
under such circumstances, then exploit them for his own use. He and
Kym were more than aware that each and every ship would obviously do
all they could to win, but there was always a chance that in their
opponents eagerness to win, they could find a chink in their armour.
To J.T. this would be where the Triton could drive in a wedge and
claim a victory.

There was one point that had come to his mind. It was that whatever
the weaknesses of the Defiant class were, they would be a common
point to all the ships. He instructed Kym to spend some of her time
pouring through the data on the class, seeking anything that may
offer some form of exploitation, something where possible, that could
have been overlooked by the other crews. If the information was
available, she would do her best to locate it, no matter how
insignificant it appeared to be.

When push comes to shove, each of the ships were only as good as its
crew. It has long been recognized that the Triton did have an
experienced crew, something that was born out by their mission
record. However, this was no mission in the accepted meaning of the
word. There were unlikely to be any life threatening attacks made
against them, unlike during their recent missions. But this did not
mean that death wasn't a possibility, for there was always the threat
of an untimely accident. Such unfortunate events were known and have
been recorded, for these were some of the dangers faced by crews and
their ships, when voyaging out in the dark reaches of space.

During a challenge of this sort, there was also a difference in the
way that each crew member thought and felt. J.T. didn't sense the
adrenalin pumping through his veins, the sort that life threatening
missions often gave to him. He hoped that this would not be an edge
that opponent on another ship may use against him. He couldn't afford
to let the side down. He wouldn't let the side down...

Lt (jg) J.T.Elliott
CSciO
USS Triton
Richard

Mission Day: 138
Mission Time: 1930
Scene: The 'Eryal' and Sha'an
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The ship docked majestically and with little to no problems into the large
seaport dock, which was clogged and full of other ships and vessels similar in
design as the one that carried the crew of the hope and their 'host'. While the
men tied off the boat to the pier and before anyone else was moved off the ship,
Reni, Regan and the other women were shuttled off immediately into what appeared
to be a fancy carriage of sorts that was pulled by a horse-like creature that
looked like a wicked version of a devil's stallion. As they rode through town
Kodin kept the women engaged in conversation. But Reni and Regan were not
completely convinced.

After seeing Hunt, Kimball had gotten more and more suspicious about their host,
keeping her thoughts to herself, she tried to make her way to see Areni. Once
they found a moment alone they discussed the possibilities about what was going
on and without knowing for sure if anything else was wrong, they agreed to watch
each other's back.

So here they were now, riding in a carriage that would remind one of the days of
castles and knights to some extent. Arriving about twenty minutes later, they
could see a large grayish colored castle. In reality it was the main
headquarters for the Lower Government of Dispersion. But Kodin wasn't about to
clarify that for them, the women would not need to
know that. Escorting them to a smaller side building, he continued to escort
them to their destination, while the women each took turns shifting off and on
asking about their teammates. But they were once again put off.

Kodin reminded Regan that Hunt had requested for them to go with them instead
and that he would catch up later with them. Regan didn't feel comfortable about
this at all though and as the setting sun finally took it rest leave she was
unable to shake the feeling.

Areni did not know precisely what to think as she walked with the group, hugging
a pale Malone to her side. She moved forward to catch up with Regan after
pausing to look down upon the crowded city. Lowering her voice, to where even
Sarah couldn't hear her, beginning to talk to Regan. "I have been told by my
teachers, that I may be rash, as I have the odd habit of testing my research on
myself." Looking over at an odd looking upside-down potted plant that was
hanging from the ceiling as they passed. "But I translated this threat as
something like that, which is why I told them that I was a very high figure in
our society." Regan nodded as Kodin looked back at them, her hands behind her
back as she pretend to acknowledge his narrative of his mini tour. All the while
listening more to Areni than to him, "All I did, really, was alter the
structuring of the crew to where it was a caste based society. You could have
told them you'd come from, say... Camp Secur and was high-ranking there, if
you'd wanted." Kodin, who was heading the group, turned and looked back at her
and she stopped, suppressing a little shudder - he'd been staring at her more
than usual, lately.

In a loud voice Regan looked over at the long staircase that appeared to connect
the building they were in with the adjoining one. "So we won't be going to the
Capital building today then?" Her diversion seemed to help as his eyes drifted
from Reni to Kimball once more.

While he explained that they would be taken there the following day he started
to move the women through a narrow hall. Stopping at a half open door. There
they found a large fat slug of an alien that lumbered to his feet. Grabbing
Sarah, who gave an uncomfortable little squeak of terror as the Lizard-person
disengaged her from 'Reni's arm. When Mistra started to protest, Kodin silenced
her with a sharp wave from. "We are taking you to get proper clothes and to be
cleaned. This one looks very sick, too, so we will send her to the doctor for an
examination and any helpful medicines that might help it."

"Oh... okay." She turned and looked back at Regan, but soon enough, one of them
- Kodin again - had latched onto her arm and he was leading them towards a door
at the end of the hallway. "but what about..." She started.

His raspy voice, just beside her ear, made her jump. "I am to take you to see
Tremont when you are cleaned and dressed." His eyes shifted to Regan as he
explained. "He wishes to speak with you both in turn." His eyes beaded back over
to Reni. "Your creature pet will be waiting for you in your new quarters
afterward. No harm will come to it. I promise." His rendition of a reassuring
smile didn't do much for any of them but what choice did any of them have at the
moment. They had to means of real escape and they didn't know where the balance
of the crew was currently.

"That's very good." Reni decided deception might behoove her for the time being
and she added, "That pleases me, I was beginning to worry that maybe she had
gotten herself hurt." Indeed, that was extremely good, because Snowy knew the
crew well enough to be able to check on them and bring 'Reni back information on
them, should the need ever arise.

Kodin escorted them down the remains of the long corridor, until they finally
stopped at grand looking room. He gestured for her to go on in first, and he
waited at the doorway, informing her. "This is your room for now. You will need
to get cleaned and changed. Your clothes will be washed and returned to you. We
will call upon you when it is your turn." With that, he shut the door firmly
behind her, closing her in.

"Turn?" She turned to see him shut the door, sighing as she heard the audible
click from the lock she sighed and peered around the room. Not even meaning to
but exclaiming in surprised and delight as she saw that there was a water pump
colored with red, and beside it a blue. Hot and cold. They both emptied into a
large basin that seemed to fit into a device in the corner. Turning on the
pumps, she filled the basin and put it in place, she heard a small click, and a
chain fell from above. A shower, perhaps?

Looking around she finally shed her inhibitions, removing her clothes and
stepping under the basin before tugging on the chain, and, sure enough, a decent
shower of water ensued. Reni let her worries for the moment slip away as she
scrubbed at herself until she was sure all the grime and salt from the sea had
been taken away.

Feeling much revived, she once more took in her surroundings, spotting a table
with several piles of folded clothing on it. There were various colors - blue,
red, green, yellow, and some more exotic variations. She chose a dark blue and
unfolded it. A long robe, and rather soft to the touch. She put it on, folding
it carefully over herself, and chose a black belt from the pile, cinching it
tightly over herself. That was when she laughed at herself, softly, for she'd
chosen the colors closest to the uniform her own field were required to wear on
the USS Aurora.

There were also wraps and shoes on another table, and when she found none of the
shoes fit her rather narrow feet, she picked up the wraps, instead, and
carefully wrapped them, making sure to use extra material around her toes and
heels - the places that most often touched the ground and were more likely to be
injured first. Now finished, she padded softly to the door and she tired it.
Nothing it was locked, Turning she finished her inspection of the room until
finally Kodin pulled the door open, meeting her with a solid gaze.

He looked her over and nodded once, satisfied. "You will do well enough. Come,
Tremont is waiting. We must hurry." He took off at a jog pace, and when he found
she could easily match it, he sped up until she was nearly struggling to keep
up. They went up winding stairs, down long corridors, and through many dark
chambers before they halted. Then without explaining anything to her as to where
and who Tremont was, he scratched at the door with his claws, then he opened to
permit them in.

Areni stepped inside, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dim interior of the
chamber. The one she assumed was Tremont sat behind a large spacious desk, his
watery blue eyes, came up to hers, as he slowly stood. Holing a small round
device of some sort in his hand. "Greetings, my name is Tremont." She stepped
back into Kodin, who lifted his hands and held her arms gently, but the Alien
before her stopped and gave her a small smile. "Do not worry. You must be the
Scientist Master they spoke to me about." Kodin released her as Tremont nodded.
"Scientists are always protesting things they do not understand. Not to worry,
though, this will merely remove any foreign diseases that you might have. You
may become light headed, or ill, but it will only last a short while."

Tremont raised the device again and ran it over Areni's head first, thoroughly
scanning her with a green beam that seemed to warm her. After a moment, she
wavered a little, raising one hand to her head. It felt as if there was great
pressure behind her skull, but nothing was wrong ... was there? She could think
of nothing for a moment. Tremont nodded, satisfied, and handed the device to one
of his aides in the room. "Come, speak with me, have a seat. You must be curious
about us, are you not?"

"Yes, I am, actually. What is your species called? How did you come to be on
this place?" She heard some of the others in the room speaking, heard their
native tongue, and she paused, giving a small smile. "Sorry, I am a little
overexcited to be here...how difficult is it to learn your language?" She was
starting to feel very clear headed, more than she had before, it felt good.

"Those are all very good questions. I assure you. So to start, we are called the
Turoken. Our ancestors have been here for hundreds of year and we came from the
stars, or so the legends say. As for our language ... most of us use the
translating devices, but I am sure Kodin would be quite happy to teach you. I am
not sure how difficult it would be for you to speak it. What would you tell me
of your peoples?"

Areni smiled, relaxing slightly. "We are called humans, and we also came from
the stars. Our language has a difficult structure, so I think your translators
would do better for you than trying to learn it." Tremont nodded slightly,
gesturing for her to take a seat, and she did, noticing that Kodin did, as well.

As their meeting continued Tremont offered to escort to the Science offices,
which she gladly accepted, rising they headed out while the alien asked more
questions. Which she readily answered, returning with even more of her own
questions in kind. By the time they reached the offices in one of the spiraled
towers she had forgotten that the others were even with her at all....

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USS Aurora
Azeri Fleet
Ensign Areni Mistra
Chief Science Officer
~Jeri~


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Mission Day - 61
Time - 1545
Scene - Wolverine Engineering
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<Captain to the Engineering, engage the subspace
communication, overflow the Borg.>

Carrington tapped the activation command, and watched
the display as it showed the power transfer flare and
subsequent systemic overload threats.  The system was
having enough trouble trying to dump random data
through the tranceiver, but to be ordered to maintain
the transmissions at one hundred fifteen percent of
the rated power output, as well as demanding that all
the antennaes maintain the signal, well, it was
guaranteed to cause problems.  The calls from his
assistants started almost immediately.

"Array Four Alpha, stressing to maximum."

"ODN lines on Decks Four and Five showing feedback."

"Internal fire alerts, multiple locations."

"Critical failures, all dorsal emitters."

"Burnouts in the secondary EPS grids, Sections 31 and
33, Deck Six."

"We're down to five emitters!"

"Warning lights, Main computer core."

"That's it, the entire subspace array is down.  We're
down to only local commo.  Ship board, ship to ground,
standard RF systems still active.  That gives us real
time transmissions for no more than .15 AU, everything
else starts pulling lag time."

"That's it, bridge, we've lost the arrays."
Carrington stepped back, his eyes shifting
unconsciously to the ceiling above.  Any moment now,
he expected pallid drones to start appearing.  If only
they knew if it worked...

<Bridge to engineering, you have 2 hours to repair the
subspace communication relay, no more, Bridge out.>

Carrington let out the breath that he'd been holding,
and shifted his gaze to his people, offering them only
a tired thumbs up.

"All right, let's start ripping out the blown
components.  Notify all the damage control teams to
start pulling out the access panels around the
transceivers."  Striding across the open bay, he
tugged open a locker, and pulled out a tool kit.

Tomamoto stepped forward, and blocked his path.  "Sir?
  Where are you going?"

Carrington lifted the tool kit, and shook it slightly.
  "We've got repairs?"  He offered the comment with
only a slight edge of sarcasm.  "And you've got
shields to get back up."

"But, sir, umm.."  She gestured slightly at the room.

"You have the watch.  You're perfectly capable of
handling the repair overview.  And make sure you reset
the shield harmonics.  See if someone has an idea of
how to create a new shield arrangement that the Borg
aren't aware of.  I'll even take an idea that not many
have used before.  And, if the captain gets nasty
about the subspace comm system, tell her to launch a
Class VI comm relay probe.  As long as we stay within
an AU of it, we can use it as a poor man's subspace
array."

"Tell her?"

"Okay, suggest it to her."  Carrington offered a
sheepish smile.  "But only if she presses for status
updates."

"Sir, shouldn't you be here?  After all, you are the
ranking officer."

"And I gave the order to blow out the comm units.  I
take the lead in repairing them."  Carrington gestured
to the Jefferies Tube accessway as he reached for a
mask equipped rebreather.  "Have Logistics start
pulling the cargo manifests, and check for any
replacement arrays.  I'd even take any components.
Especially the power relays.  And you'd also better
order up all the replacement isolinear chips for the
computer end of the system.  That much burn out, and I
can't believe that we didn't lose any peripherals."

A few minutes later, he was above the panel to the
nearest subspace antennae.  An indicator light flashed
red, warning him that the atmosphere within was
considered unsafe.  A quick motion put the mask on his
face, and two breathing tests confirmed that the seal
was intact.  He overrode the safety lock, and a three
meter long section of the accessway panelling lifted
away, and the tube was filled with smoke.  Carrington
allowed a moment, then the ventilators finished
sucking the noxious fumes away.

Beneath the panel, the subspace array sat charred and
dead.  Carrington reached down to a panel, and tapped
in a code.  A series of snaps and pops sounded, and
the connectors broke away.  He then set about
attaching a set of anti-grav grips.

The Wolverine's subspace comm array was actually
twenty tranceiver arrays, spaced about the frame of
the ship.  One forward, one directly aft, four around
the perimeter of the saucer, six each on the dorsal
and ventral surfaces of the saucer, and one on each of
the nacelle struts.  That way, the ship could always
direct comm signals in any direction, rather than the
older method where a ship had to orient itself in the
direction necessary.  Now, each and every one of them
was disabled, and Carrington had to get them up and
running again.

Trapezoidal, measuring two meters by a meter and a
half by half a meter in thickness, the array housed
the tranceiver, the subspace antennae, computer and
power interfaces, and the target alignment systems
necessary to fine tune the signal strengths.  The
system was one of the more remarkable systems, for all
that it was considered as mundane and normal as the
gravity plating or magnetic seals on the shuttlebay.

Carrington wrestled the array from it's socket, and
lifted it away, to float in the accessway.  The grips
created a field designed to specifically counter the
artificial gravity.  An isolinear tag was removed from
the tool kit, and attached to the panel.   Once
activated, the panel was transported en masse to the
machine shop.  Once there, it would be disassembled,
diagnosed, cannibalized, and repaired or rebuilt as
needed.  With luck, the array could be back in place
in no time.  In the meantime, he dropped into the open
panel, and began looking the connections over.  For
the most part, these were minor considerations.  The
excessive power flow, the lack of cool down time, the
orderriding of safety protocols, all had interacted to
create an intolerable environment for the system.  But
the failures had occured in the systemic pallets, not
in the connecting lines.  A little clean up, a fresh
set of isolinear chips, and the system was ready to
go.  All he needed was a pallet of hardware.





=====
Character: Lieutenant Junior Grade Josiah Carrington
Player: Schuyler Corson
Position: Chief Engineering Officer
Unit: USS Wolverine

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lot like L.A.." - David Duchovny in "Playing God"




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MD : 02
Time : 0645
Scene : USS Hume Main Bridge


William hear the Captains orders to return to the ship and made his
way to the Transporter Room . Once he had arrived , he told the
Transporter Chief to energize . After he had materialized on board
he looked over and picked up his bag that was setting next to him
and made his way out , heading down towards the turbo-lift . When he
arrived , the doors immediatly opened and he stepped in calling out
the level he wanted . Moments later he arrived at his quarters and
began unpacking his things . He hung his uniforms in the closet ,
placed other personal clothings in the drawer and stepped into the
wash room , placing his other belongings there . After he had
finished , he reached down into hi bag found a little black box
which had belonged to his father . He looked at it for several
minutes ,wondering what its contents where and then placed it on the
table next to a picture that had been taken of him when he was a
baby . It was the only picture he had of his father , and he
treasured it very much .

After he was done , he thought it would be a good time to report to
his duties . He left his quarters and quickly made his way down the
corridor to the turbo lift . William hated turbo lifts as much as he
hated transporters , but he knew that it safer . It had something to
do with inclosed spaces that bothered him , but he was not about to
let that stand in his way of his duties . There was no need in
fearing of these things , and it wasnt that he was affraid , he just
didnt like them . When he arrived at the turbo lift , he momentarily
to adjust his uniform again , making sure that his pips where in
line and his shoes where polished . He did not want to go on duty
looking like he had just came out of a fight or even worse , just
woken up . Infact he was a pet peive of his that everything had to
be in order .

"Deck 1, Main Bridge" he said as he entered the turbo lift . He was
only moment away from starting his duties . As the turbo lift made
it way up , William had remembered that he had forgotten something ,
his phaser . What kind of Chief was he , forgetting his phaser . He
ordered the turbo lift to return and made his way to his quarters .
When he walked in , he tapped on the top drawer next to his bed and
when it opened , it revealed a Type-2 phaser , which he picked up
and placed on his belf as he returned to the turbo lift . This time
he was set and he still had 15 mins to spare , more than it would
take to get to the Bridge .

Along the way , he had decided to check the security personell log .
He had found that after reading the reports of the former CSO , that
he not only had his work cut out for him , but he also knew that he
would have to try and live up the crews expectations . It was
obvious to him that the former CSO was an outstanding officer with
alot of experience and William was only on his first assignment .
Though he was a little worried , he knew that in time he would be an
assest to the ship .

When he had finally arrived at the Bridge , he walked over releaving
the officer that was on post early and took his station . He was now
ready to get underway and with that he stood at his post checking
all sensors and listening to the Comm . Everything checked out
great . The ship was fit and ready , all that he awaited for was the
Captain's next order .



Ensign William "Raven" Crow
Chief Security
USS Hume

Mission Day:    01
Time:           0915 hours
Scene:          Bridge
----------------------------

Kesleigh was glad they were heading back into space. A trillion stars, the
steady throb of a warp core, a full compliment of torpedoes and…Kesleigh
winced as the claws of the headache stabbed themselves into her temple like
pincers into butter.

She tried to concentrate on the readouts at her panel. The luminous lights
flashed and beeped quietly, her fingers tried to keep up with them,
maintaining control as the ship leaped to warp. Suddenly, the bridge of the
Triton felt too small. She could almost hear the heartbeat of the
crewmember beside her. She could almost smell the cologne they were
wearing. She could almost feel the static electricity generated between the
cloth of the uniforms.

The headache made itself present again, gradually intruding on her sanity
as she clenched her fists beneath the console, gritting her teeth and
hoping that she didn’t look like she was doing anything of the sort.

‘Think nice thoughts, pleasant thoughts.’ Kesleigh mentally reminded
herself as she waited for the pain to abate. The previous evening when she
had accidentally wrestled K'Aylar to the ground in her quarters mistaking
her for an intruder was most embarrassing. Then her attempt to politely,
well, as politely as she could give up her bed and then spent the rest of
the night counting sheep on an uneven and lumpy couch had grated on her
already frayed nerves.

Silently, she vowed if they ever found out who was responsible for the
device that swapped her memories for a headache, after the standard
exchange cultural niceties and a few choice questions Lektora would return
the favour by extending the diplomatic arm with a bat’leth. Until then, she
had to get off the bridge.

Then she smelt blood, which sent her pulse to race. Every beat thrummed in
her ears. Seeking the source, Kesleigh surreptitiously glanced around and
then felt moisture between her palms. She looked down only long enough to
register the colour that wasn’t meant to be there, wiped it against the
black of her uniform, rose from her chair and approached Commander K’Aylar.

“Sir. Permission to leave the bridge.” Kesleigh requested, proud she kept
her voice even despite finding much difficulty looking at the commander in
the eyes.

K'Aylar noticed the Chief Engineer sweating, which made the First Officer
wonder why Kesleigh needed to leave the Bridge. Was she sick? "Why?"
K'Aylar asked.

“I…I…have_noticed_a_zero_point_six_misalignment_in_the_warp_core.” She said
in a rush trying to ignore her brain and the battle it was having with the
pain.

"Perhaps you should have someone else take care of the problem Ensign,"
K'Aylar suggested as she noticed blood smeared on the Chief Engineer's
hands. K'Aylar stood then grabbed Kesleigh's hand firmly. Turning it over
so the palm was now facing upwards, K'Aylar inspected the wound. "You
should have that checked out by Dr Kala," K'Aylar suggested then let go of
her hand.

“I’m_fine.Better_get_down_to_engineering.” Kesleigh didn’t wait for an
answer before she fled, but before she had taken more than two steps,
K'Aylar called her to a halt.

"Not so fast Ensign," K'Aylar said as she moved to block Kesleigh's path
then looked to where Anderson was located. "When the Captain comes back
inform him that I have escorted Ensign Lektora to sickbay," She said. "You
have the CONN," she added, then pointed to Kesleigh then the exit. Let's
go"

"But Commander I am fine," Kesleigh objected but still walked with K'Aylar.
K'Aylar waited until they were of the Bridge and walking the corridors to
Sickbay before speaking.

"Kesleigh. You're not. You took an almighty blow yesterday and before this
Neptune Challenge actually starts, we need to make sure you are going to be
able to handle the pressure," K'Aylar explained as she continued to escort
Kesleigh to sickbay.

"Argh!" K'Aylar stopped the moment she heard Kesleigh scream and could only
watch as she fell to her knees and grabbed the side of her head.

"Nothing huh?" K'Aylar muttered to herself then tapped her COMM badge.
"K'Aylar to Anderson. Lock onto my signal. I need a site to site transfer
of 2 to sickbay.

--------------------
Sickbay
--------------------

K'Aylar helped Kesleigh to the bio bed and helped her lay down. "I promise
Kesleigh. If you are released from sickbay before tonight, -you- can sleep
in your bed tonight, and I'll take the couch," K'Aylar said with a caring
smile and then slapped Kesleigh on the shoulder in typical, friendly,
Klingon style.

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USS Triton : Chief Engineering Officer
Played by Linh

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USS Triton - Executive Officer
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MD: 19
Time: 2100
Scene: Subterranean Bunker
========================

--------------snip from Just a little more 'Moon' Lighting------
'GO!' he bellowed and turned to make a second shoot to the men
behind them.
------------------------------------end snip--------------------

The second the away team struggled to their feet he shot another bolt
at their opponents behind. Screams could be heard. A white striped
grenade slithered down the corridor.
Balthasar went flat on his belly and closed his eyes. A deafening
explosion shook the gangway.

Ensign Maikoennen had thrown a photon grenade at their pursuers. A
photon grenade `type scb2', also called `scab' or `dazzler'.  Its ear-
deafening explosion is only doing a stunning concussion damage. Its
blinding flash let every known humanoid life form unoriented and
spreads a white thermal fog to provide cover.

Balthasar could retrieve them from the ban of the Captain for all
military battle weapons, because they are not killing someone – if
they don't try to eat them.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the fog dazzling. Screams and
shouts could be heard from behind the smog. He turned around at
Maikoennen and gave her an disapproving look. She only smirked and
shrugged her shoulder.

"You should have warned me!" He whispered.

"No time for that, Sir. I knew you would recognize it." She hissed
back.

"Next time.."

"We run out of grenades, Sir. There is no next time."

Maikoennen did seem to enjoy it. Balthasar suppressed a groan.

The away team has vanished behind the next corner and was making its
way to the E-Gate - so he hoped.

He gave Maikoennen a sign and they silently went up and sneaked down
the corridor, leaving the smog behind. They passed the stunned
Soldiers who lay around. From the look of it, some of them had a
recent meeting with Braddock and Jhulorel.  So they made it through!

Balthsar read his tricorder and tried to focus on his team ahead. The
EM radiation has increased. A little bit more and their phasers will
be useless.
Suddenly cascades of small explosions were rippling through the
corridor. The walls seems to explode around them. Maikoennen screamed
loudly, when something did hit her. Someone was shooting with a
projectile weapon at them. Balthasar was hit in the back and flew on
his face. The backpack with the warhead had blocked the bullet.

Maikoenen was still screaming in pain and Balthasar crouched towards
her. The fog behind them was still impenetrable. Someone must have
good eyes or was aiming blind.

He shook her by the shoulder.

"Silvia, what…" then his eyes found the reason. Where her right leg
should be, was only a mass of blood, muscles and bones. Her boot with
her leg laid 2 metres away.

"Oh no…" he whispered and wanted to soothe her, but she stared in
wild horror at something behind him.

At that second Balthasar could hear someone coming from behind. Three
pair of shoes. Balthasar laid still and pretended to be dead while he
stopped breathing. He could hear them talking.

"Only two! One still alive." The first voice said.

"I see, what about the other. What was he carrying?" a snarled voice
said.

Two pair of hands grabbed him and tugged at his rucksack. As he was
to heavy to move they had to turn Balthasar to the side to pull it
off.

Then everything happened very fast. The astonished men were too
perplexed to react. The two men close to Thorin fell without making a
sound while he crushed their throats. The last one a big Cardassian
directed the long rifle in his hand at him. But before he could pull
the trigger Balthasar jumped with a snarl at him. He kicked the
weapon aside and pounded his elbow into the mans face. He grabbed the
flying weapon and knocked the Cardassian down with the shaft.

Panting he let himself down at his knees. He leaned over Maikoennen
only panted faintly.

"I am dying. Do I?" she whispered weakly.

"Maybe. I'll give you a trauma patch. You are a big girl Sylvia. You
will make it." He tried to sound soothingly but his eyes remained
cold.

He ligated quickly the stomp of her right leg and kneeled down to
shoulder Maikoennen. She was a real heavyweight even without her torn
off leg.

"Dammit Sylvia, You have to loose weight."

"I did!" was the weak answer behind his back.

Balthasar remained silent. He put one foot before the other and
walked through the corridors.


=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=
Lt (jg) Balthasar Thorin
CSO/Tactical
USS Cherokee NCC 71868
(Oliver)
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=

MD: 08
Time: 1500 Hours
Scene: Observation Lounge - USS Pegasus
===============================

The survivors of the Horizon had been taken to the Colony on Erynis IV. The
injured were being treated on the Einthoven and at the hospital on the colony.
The senior staff of the Horizon was in the Pegasus sickbay, Andersen wanted to
know more from them, as soon as they had been ready to talk. The XO, Watkins,
was still in shock status and was unable to give a coherent and detailed vision
of the events occurred to his ship and to the colonies on Erynis VI and VII. The
2000 civilians and scientists the Horizon was evacuating were inhabitants of
such colonies. It was unknown what had happened, the colonies had been attacked
from high orbit, according to the first interrogations of the survivors.

Everyone in that room knew that information. They had been reported in a PADD,
everyone had a copy of it. Andersen had waited patiently for everyone to read
the current status of the situation. There were too many question marks, too
many unknown variables. He knew their job was to give light upon the dark events
which had occurred in Erynis system.

"Lieutenant Duval, what's the situation of Commander Watkins?" Asked Andersen,
folding his hands on the table.

"He is still shocked. Medics have put him under sedatives." She replied simply.

"We need to know what happened from him, Lieutenant. Talk to him as soon as
possible and report to me." Andersen said, looking at the CNS, then he turned
towards Oakley
"Ensign Oakley, prepare the Delta Flyer for a trip to the colonies on Erynis VI
and VII. The away team will be made of Ensigns Brixx and Volok, Lieutenant
Safranov will lead it. Your task is to check the colony status, assess the
damage and find evidences which could lead us to know what happened and who
attacked, anything. In case you find survivors, the priority will be to take
them safely back to the Pegasus."

The officers Andersen had called into action nodded in agreement.

"Lieutenant Saveur and Ensign Maroulis will team work on the Horizon, in both
finding what happened to her and value what can be salvaged. Medical team..."
Andersen looked at Kreuk, who was still recovering from his wound "...will
assist in treating the injured officers we have aboard."

"The Romulans we have met  are currently our allies...but keep your eyes open,
we cannot trust them. The Pegasus will keep orbiting near the Horizon for three
more hours, so that we can retrieve enough information to decide what to do with
the Horizon wreck. Then we will move in defensive orbit of the colony on Erynis
IV. I am expecting everyone to report in three hours on the tasks assigned.
Dismissed." Andersen said, waiting for all the officers to stand up and leave
the room, while he kept seated, looking out of the large observation port. The
wounded Akira was there, like a Chinese box containing the key to solve the
mystery of her destruction.

=========================
Captain Keith Andersen
Commanding Officer
USS Pegasus

Sergio Arleo
ICQ: 172049699
AIM: Antares IXI
MSN: Alpha_Lyrae_V@...
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MD: 01
Scene: Captain's Ready Room
Time: 1000 Hours
======================

The senior staff of the Triton and  the Commodore were all sitting in the room,
used as staff meeting lounge for the occasion. He had prepared some specs and
useful data for each member of the crew regarding the new weapons which had been
installed. He had found difficult to sleep in the last days and he had spent his
nights in order to keep the new technology working at peak efficiency. He waited
for everyone to be seated. Ronin felt some pressure on him. The Commodore and
the Captain were not pleased on his behaviour lately. He felt like a young
Ensign on a stranger ship who needs comprehension and understanding, but needs
to prove his valour before. Ronin smiled inwardly, he had never been such kind
of person and would not start then. He stood up and looked at everyone in the
room. They all had his personalized PADDs. Each of them had highlighted
information on the new technology, related to the department that officer was
working in. Surely, Kesleigh's PADD was the heavier, as Engineer, she had to
know everything on the new weapons in order to make them work properly.

He hesitated with his eyes on K'Aylar, then turned to the screen on the wall and
switched it on, refreshing the screen with the specs.

"We have updated our pulse phaser cannons to pulse phaser cannon mark 2. The
overall output of the weapon is the same, but the fire rate has been increased
and its accuracy is sensibly higher. Our fire potential has been doubled."

"However, all the power conduits and circuitry will work on higher frequencies
and this increases our risk of overloading and burn the components. Our
secondary systems could be used as failsafe, but problems related on such
decisions are evident. I will work with Engineering, attempting to reduce risks
of overloading during heavy usage."

Ronin turned again towards the screen and pushed some buttons on the frame. The
screen showed a common torpedo mark IV casing, like the one used for quantum
torpedoes.

"This is cutting edge technology of Federation. A weapon developed to contrast
the Borg. The warhead uses the same principle of quantum torpedoes, only it is
more compact and is more efficient. The space saved in the casing is used to
carry a phase shifter." Ronin pushed some buttons and the new technology
appeared in its beauty on the screen.

"According to the scientists, this machine will be able to keep the torpedo in a
state of phase fluctuation, allowing it to pass through shields and hull to
finally detonate inside the enemy ship. Our researches are not so advanced and
this device is able only to pierce shields two times better than a standard
quantum torpedo."

"Researches say that it is safe to use this weapon, nonetheless there is the 20%
chance it may explode upon fire. It may cause the loss of a torpedo tube in best
cases, it may cause heavy damage to the ship in worst cases. I hope we will find
a way to isolate and shields the tubes in order to minimize this problem."

"Questions?" He asked, lookin back at the senior staff of his ship.

==================================
Lieutenant Commander  A.I. "Ronin" Mikoyan
Chief Security\Tactical Officer
USS Triton

Sergio Arleo
ICQ: 172049699
AIM: Antares IXI
MSN: Alpha_Lyrae_V@...
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Mission Day: 08
Time: 1430
Scene: Bridge
================

The captain had asked Zantha to look into some anomalies discovered during the
battle.  Apparently both Brixx and Volok had "blanked out" for a short while. 
It was very odd and what was even stranger was that Zantha hadn't noticed
anything at the time.



She started by questioning both officers.  Brixx explained that she had been
startled by what she could only describe as a vision.  She told the Counsellor
how she'd seen flames coming from her console, bulkheads collapsing and the
appearance of Bre Nikt where she had grown up.  The images had only lasted for a
short while and had then faded but she was unable to offer any explanations.



Volok, too, was unable to offer any explanations as to what had happened to him
and it made it all the more difficult for Zantha as she could tell both officers
were speaking the truth about they had seen - or thought they'd seen.  Zantha
recommended that they both see a doctor as soon as was convenient but the puzzle
remained as to what had affected them and why and only them.



To try and get some more understanding of what had happened Zantha asked the
computer to put up the relevant time index on her terminal, paying particular
attention to both Brixx and Volok.  She was hoping that something in their
expressions or mannerisms might give her a clue as to what had happened.



After reviewing the logs on her console for quite some time Zantha was no nearer
discovering what had happened to her fellow officers.  That something  _had_
happened was obvious by their reactions but Zantha still didn't know _what_. 
She could sense nothing unusual on board, or nearby and she had stretched her
senses to the limit trying to find out.   Whatever had occurred had been when
they were in the nebula and Zantha could only speculate that something inside
had affected the two officers.  Dissatisfied with the theory she nevertheless
sent a note to the captain of her findings and resolved to be alert in case it
happened again.  If the medical staff gave Brixx and Volok a clean bill of
health then there was nothing more she could do - unless it happened again.



==================

Lt (jg) Zantha Duval

CNS, USS Pegasus

Karen

==================


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MD: 61
Time: 1650
Scene: Deck 1, USS Wolverine
------------------------

Helena was in the Ready Room, the Wolverine had successfully destroyed a
Borg sphere and for now the ship was hiding in a solar system inside an
asteroid belt. The subspace relay had been repaired and they were now
waiting for the reply from Starfleet and Azeri Base along with the sensor
readings from the probes they had sent through to the other side of the
wormhole. It had been around 12 hours since the message was sent out,
meaning that it would come a reply at any moment. Helena hadn't slept much
since the encounter with the Borg, it had been a punch in the face to say
the least.

"Captain to the Bridge, sensor readings coming through from the probes" The
voice suddenly came through the speakers. Helena stood up and walked onto
the Bridge.

"What we have Commander?" Helena asked her First Officer who had the bridge
command at the moment.

“One Borg Cube less than two light years from the wormhole, headed directly
towards it,” Joseph replied.

Joseph had been reading over the sensor readings that had been coming in
from the probes on the other side of the worm hole.  He poured over the
information.  From what he could tell so far was that the wormholes other
end ended up in the Delta Quadrant, right on the border with the Gamma
Quadrant.  The sensors could pick up four M-class planets and many other
astronomical oddities.  Normally, Joseph would spend hours looking at just
one part of the data that had come in, but with the threat of Borg, Joseph
tried to enjoy what he could.

Then it came in, the probes picked up a transwarp conduit two light years
from the wormhole.  He read over the data, it was possible it was another
alien race with transwarp technology, but Joseph had a gut feeling it was
the Borg.  As the conduit opened, and a cube exited, Joseph called for the
Captain.

"How long until the cube enters the wormhole and our sector, Commander?"
Helena asked as she sat down in the command chair taking a deep breath and
took up the information that was coming from the probe onto her consol at
her chair.

“Less than a minute,” Joseph said.  “Also we have picked up a lot of Borg
debris and debris that matches that of the alien ship.  Judging by the
amount of debris, it appears that it’s the debris of a Borg Cube, and the
debris of 3 alien ships.  Hopefully the Borg will investigate that side of
the wormhole.”

Helena looked at the information that was on the consol and then stood up
straighten her uniform.

"Commander, can I see you in my Ready Room?" Helena said and started to head
for the Ready Room again, there were no point in making things worse for the
rest of the crew while they needed to talk about what to do next.

Joseph followed the Captain into the ready room.  With potentially less than
a minute until Borg were in the Alpha Quadrant, Joseph wondered why one of
them weren’t on the bridge.

"Commander, even if we were to meet up with the Borg at the wormhole, it
would take us 30 minutes to get there at full warp, what do you suggest we
do?" Helena asked Joseph as the two of them got into the Ready Room, she
knew what she wanted to do in this situation, but she needed her First
Officers opinion on the situation.

“We need to be battle ready if we are going to stop them.  And I don’t think
we should go in alone.  By to looks of things on the other side of the
wormhole, the aliens managed to destroy a cube.  I think we should have a
talk with our new alien friends and ask them for some assistance.”

"If the aliens are that powerful, then why did they run? Something isn't
adding up" Helena said loudly rather then thinking it "Yes we need their
help whether we like it or not, but the question is if they can hold them
out of Alpha quadrant, we need something else" Helena said slowly and sat
down in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“They did come out badly damaged.  And by the looks of things there were
four ships against one cube.  They probably barley defeated the cube, and
didn’t expect a sphere to come out of the cube.” Joseph said.

Helena was just about to reply to Joseph when her consol made a peeping
sound, indicating that a high priority message came through. Helena quickly
entered her authorization code and the screen changed and soon the message
was rolling over the screen. Helena then turned the consol and showed
Joseph.

<Captain McGroll. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary. The following
ships will be sent immediately to render support.

Prometheus Class        USS Ceres       ETA 8-9 Days
Sovereign Class         USS Anzac       ETA 8-9 days
Nebula Class            USS Cook        ETA 10-11 days
Akira Class             USS Hornet      ETA 14-15 days
Olympic Class           USS Hollows     ETA 20 days

Please send a status report every 24 hrs.

Fleet Admiral T'Ana (FADM)>

“Eight to nine days till the first help arrives,” Joseph said.  “You think
we can hold them off that long?  The Borg and their transwarp technology can
have a fleet of ships here in under an hour.”

"If they do decide to do that Commander, but they have a bigger problem on
their own side, hopefully they will remain there until we have
reinforcements here" Helena said and switched off the computer terminal
"Also the Borg isn't known to mass bigger fleets, however it is time we
contact our alien friends" Helena said and stood up walking towards the
Bridge.

Joseph watched as for the first time he saw the aliens visual on the view
screen.  They appeared to have an exoskeleton, or some sort of hard outer
covering.  They had a light green color to their outer covering, and as for
clothes, from what he could tell, there were none.

"We need assistance, have your atmosphere in room" The alien on the view
screen spoke up before Helena could and she looked at her First Officer
before she replied.

"I'm Captain McGroll of the Federation of Planet starship USS Wolverine,
what can you tell us of your encounter with the Borg?" Helena said and stood
near the command chair.

"Talk here, not there" The alien said and the screen went blank and returned
to the view of the alien ship. Helena looked at Joseph.

"Take an Away team of your choice and head over there, see what those aliens
want and if they can help us" Helena said and continued to look at Joseph.

Joseph looked at Helena, almost wanting to laugh at the alien’s strange
behavior.  When Helena told Joseph to go to the alien ship, he found that
the alien’s behavior had lost his humor.  He stood, “Lt. Mazil, and Ensign
Simmons your with me,” he said as he made his way to the turbo lift.

"Commander, remember that this is a First contact situation, act diplomatic"
Helena said without lifting her eyes from the main view screen.

Joseph nodded and the turbolift doors closed.  As the turbolift made its way
toward the transporter room, Joseph tapped his comm. badge and called for
Doctor McCall to meet them in transporter room 3.”

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Character - Helena McGroll
Commanding Officer, USS Wolverine

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Lieutenant Commander Joseph Cuomo
Executive Officer
USS Wolverine

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MD: 139
Time: 0144
Scene: Deep in the Forest
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"I hear water.  There must be a river near by.  We can lose them and find
shelter.  Everyone keep moving!" Rainer said then shifted Lashmore's weight
on his shoulder once more and continued.

Morgan continued, saying little as she moved along because she was sapped
of any strength. All she wanted to do was rest; rest without Waqala by her
side. Rest without fear of being ..."There !" she heard someone shouting.
"Water!."

"Let's move out!"  He hoped the Captain didn't mind him taking charge of
the situation.  She was in command, but in situations like this his
training made him the best to give orders in his opinion.  If the Captain
had a problem, she could object at any time was his reasoning.

Morgan followed, her only thoughts on moving towards the sound of the
water.

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SCENE: Water
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When Morgan came to the edge of the river, she stopped. "Damn!" She cursed
at how swiftly the current seemed to be, the moonlight shining on the
ripples of water as it flowed. She approached Rainer, who had relieved
himself of the weight of Lashmore by placing the medic on the ground in a
more comfortable position. "How strong do you think this current is?" she
asked as she clutched her arms around her body to keep warm, but
nonetheless she began to shiver.

"Strong enough we don't want to cross here," he said sharing her
disappointment.  "At least we can quench our thirst though."  He needed to
have something to keep their spirits up. Rainer could see the Captain
shivering and took over his cover jacket of his uniform and gave it to her.
  "Here.  I can handle the cold better."  With the jacket now gone, the cold
air hit his wounds with a renewed pain and he rub them slightly trying not
to wince.  "We're gonna have to move soon.  We'll move upstream looking for a
safe point to cross.  Agreed?"

Morgan took the jacket, looked at it in contemplation then through it back
at the Chief Security Officer. "You are wounded. You need that more than I
do," she said as she thought about Rainer's suggestion then nodded in
agreement to move upstream then began to move towards Lashmore. "Help me
lift him up and I will carry him for a while."

"Not a chance, Ma'am, with all due respect," he said sternly.  "You're not
exactly in the best of shape either and you're more important to get back
to camp than I am.  You have plenty of security officers.  We have one
Captain. I'll carry him.  Have you had a drink, Captain?"

Come to think of it, she was thirsty, very thirsty, but that thought was
suppressed when they fled. She moved quickly to the edge of the water and
began to drink thirstily. She felt something warm cover her body and when
she stood, it was the jacket of Rainer's. There was one thing she loathed
and that was being fussed over just because she was Captain. She took it
from her back and threw it once more to Rainer. "Take that and wear it,"
she said firmly. She figured she would compromise and let Rainer carry
Jack. "Let's go," she said without waiting any longer.

To cover their steps they walked in the shallow edges of the water, having
to be careful as each footstep was taken. Occasionally she looked back at
Rainer and Lashmore. She could hear the two swap conversation at times,
none of which she could hear but the tones suggested their exchanges were
not too genial.

It was not too long before Morgan could see the current slower, perhaps the
water deeper. "That looks a good place to cross," she called out to those
behind her.

Marcus concurred and tested the water with his foot.  It was cold, but they
had to get across if they were going to escape.  "I'll go first with
Lashmore.  The rest of you follow if it's safe."

Carefully sliding in and keeping Jack above the water, Rainer slowly swam
across.  About halfway there, the shooting pains in his body overwhelmed
him and he started to sink.  'Damn it, Marcus, what is you your problem?!
Suck it up, Rainer!' A few minutes later, he collapsed on the other side in
obvious pain.  Lashmore was set down next to him.  "We are finding the damn
ship and SOON!" he said gruffly.  He was tired of this.  He wanted superior
fire power and a nice mismatch and he wanted it NOW!

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Ensign Marcus Rainer
CSO
USS Aurora
Played by: Vince

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Captain Samantha "Sam" Morgan
USS Aurora - Commanding Officer
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MD: 08
TIME: 1500
SCENE: OBSERVATION LOUNGE
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-Quote From Sergio-

"Ensign Oakley, prepare the Delta Flyer for a trip to the colonies on
Erynis VI
and VII. The away team will be made of Ensigns Brixx and Volok,
Lieutenant
Safranov will lead it. Your task is to check the colony status,
assess the
damage and find evidences which could lead us to know what happened
and who attacked, anything. In case you find survivors, the priority
will be to take
them safely back to the Pegasus."

-End Quote-

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TIME: 1504
SCENE: TURBO LIFT – DECK 6, UPPER SHUTTLEBAY
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Morgan nodded to the Captains orders. After it was apparent that
there would be no more orders, he got out of his seat and headed off
the bridge to the main shuttle bay. After entering the turbo lift,
Morgan rubbed his forehead slowly rubbing out the tired creases. He
was tired and quickly becoming exhausted, and made a mental note to
get some sleep as soon as he got back from this scout mission.

As FCO, Morgan was to ensure that all shuttle systems were prepped,
and flight ready under his watch. Walking into the shuttle bay, he
noticed that it was desolate. Spotting the Delta flyer off to the
left of the shuttle bay, he walked over to the nearest computer
station.

Taking out his computer PADD, he put it on top of the data
transfer. "Computer begin data transfer of the Delta flyers flight
logs. Note any mechanical failures in machinery history."

[Data Transfer Complete] The computer replied in record time.

Picking up the PADD, Morgan proceeded to walk over to the Delta
flyer, which was parked in its standby mode. Marvelling at its beauty
and finesse, he turned his attention to the flight logs on his PADD.
There was not much for an FCO to be concerned about. The flight logs
had indicated the craft had been in operation for over 175 hours,
nothing really.

"Aren't we brand new." Morgan gruffed at the flyers spotless history.

He then proceeded to do a visual walk around of the craft, checking
various hull heat sensors and port locks. The craft was not large
only being 30 metres in overall length. "A-Ok we are." He once again
spoke aloud to nobody in particular.

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TIME: 1520
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Walking inside the flyer, he headed to the forward cockpit. He
proceeded to do a pre flight check of the standard vital systems.

"Computer level 1 – 2 scan of all key flyer systems. Level 3 scan of
flyer armament, defence and hull systems." He eased himself back into
the seat, and cracked his knuckles.

[Working] The computer began to scan the flyer systems gruellingly.

He then started to key in some commands into the flight control,
setting up the standard flight trajectory of scanning planetary
bodies from a low orbit.

"Computer optimize flyer navigational systems for low orbit level 2
scanning of colonies Erynis VI and VII." He ordered.

[Working] The computer once again began its multitasking.

[Complete] The computer replied. Morgan than began to check over the
flyers optimized flight trajectory for his own interest.

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TIME: 1542
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[Level 1,2 and 3 scans are complete of delta flyer key systems. All
systems operating on optimal performance parameters.]


"Good to know," Morgan rubbed his neck as it began to ache somewhat.
He then deemed the flyer perfect for flight, which was little more
than 40 minutes of his routine check.

Morgan then slapped his communications badge on his chest. "Ensign
Oakley to Captain Andersen and Lt. Safranov. The flyers systems are
ready as she'll ever be." He then awaited the rest of the team to
arrive for departure.

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Ensign Morgan Oakley
Flight Control Officer
USS Pegasus
Dawson Mckallister

XO USS Cherokee
ICQ: 61697896
MSN: dawsonmckallister84@...
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MD: 19
TIME: 2009
SCENE: USS DALLAS, DECK 4
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As soon as Irdolow, Oulett and Brock transported from the Cherokee to
the Dallas there was an extreme change. There was less air, as fires
across the large Sovereign vessel increasingly withdrew from the
oxygen banks. They were transported to the main quarter's residence
of the Dallas on deck 4, where essentially most of the evacuation
pods were housed as well.

It was almost instant that Kyle felt his lungs start to fill with the
black haze. He stifled the need to cough and hack, as his healthy
lungs seemed to scream.

"Alright," he began to withdraw a tricorder from his kit. "I want us
ready to beam back to the Cherokee in less than 20 minutes." He
looked at his wristwatch to confirm, "25 tops, we got that?" He
looked at the two officers. Bernin and Caroline both nodded.

Bernin began to start working on the cooling conduit as he took off a
metal cover on the side of the corridor wall. The red alert klaxons
flashed through the smoke creating an eerie haze.

"Computer," Kyle turned to face a hallway interface. "Open a ship
wide channel."

[Ship wide communication systems are currently offline] A garbled
voice was heard from the interface.

"No wonder they can't coordinate evacuation efforts effectively,"  Lt
JG Caroline Oulett shook her head.

"Alright, if we can't tell them, then we'll make them read." Kyle
keyed in some commands into the interface. "Computer, send a updating
ship wide text based message on all station interfaces
stating /Evacuation Pods Now Online All Decks/."

[Text based message sent to all ship wide interfaces] The computer
acknowledged the command, as they witnessed the hallway interfaces
began to flash the evac message.

"Computer location of Doctor Holiday and Ensign Masio." Kyle spoke as
he then proceeded to open up a Jeffries tube hatch at the side of the
corridor.

[Doctor Holiday is on Deck 1 Main Bridge. Ensign Masio is on Deck 1
Main Bridge.]

"Alright that's where I'm headed." Kyle grunted as he heaved himself
into the small Jeffries tube. "/Fuck/" He banged his head by
accident. "I swear these things get smaller with each new ship." He
frowned at the displeasure of the confining space.

"What do I do?" Caroline stood there with her hands in the air.

"You do what you do best my dear." Kyle replied, "there is going to
be a ship wide compliment heading to this deck in the next few
minutes your to coordinate evacuation, making sure each pod is full
to capacity."

"Aye," she replied.

Kyle then began to crawl through the tubes, and make his way towards
the Main Bridge and see what the /hell/ is going on. Although, as he
rounded a corner in the tube, a flash of fire erupted in front of
him.

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COMMANDER KYLE BROCK
USS CHEROKEE
XO
DAWSON MCKALLISTER

FCO USS PEGASUS
ICQ: 61697896
MSN: dawsonmckallister84@...
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MD: 61
Time: 1710
Scene: Sickbay, USS Wolverine
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"Just hold still, and you won't feel a thing." McCall sucked in a deep breath,
and tried to follow her own instruction. The less she moved, the more accurate
would be the cauterising effects of the surgical laser she was wielding. Since
Ensign Taklok's injury was in the back of his head, he would be unable to see
the wound, and the local anaesthetic Micky had applied meant that he was numbed
to the pain. Which was just as well, since the laser scalpel was currently
searing the blue flesh of his skull, almost down to the bone.

Micky grunted in satisfaction as she finished the work; and then applied a
dermal regenerator to the newly patched up area. "This will be sore as hell for
a day or two, but you ought to make a full recovery. Next time we get into a
fight, try to avoid falling deckplates, Ensign."

"Sage advice, Doc." Taklok chuckled.

"Of course." McCall agreed. "Now remember to check back with me if you feel
faint or nauseous, or if your antennae mobility is impaired."

The Andorian jumped up from the biobed he'd been sitting on. "I'll do that.
Thanks again Doc."

Micky crossed to her desk, and slid Taklok's case padd onto the 'attended to'
pile. It was a large stack, but not as bad as it could have been given the
nature of the enemy they faced. The 'to be dealt with' stack had disappeared;
much to Micky's relief. It had been a long few shifts, and all of her team had
worked hard. "At least now we can grab a few hours of downtime." she muttered to
no one in particular.

Then the comlink bleeped. [Cuomo to McCall. Could you join me in transporter
room 3 please Doctor.]

Micky glared at the offending communications unit. It had to be some kind of
evil joke. She'd only just cleared the bloody boards for God's sake! She was
about to respond with something suitably vitriolic, when she suddenly recalled
the face of the Executive Officer during the borg attack, when Helena had been
knocked out. The man had done his job well under extreme pressure, but the
pressure had been evident on his features. He really didn't need to be on the
receiving end of one her 'venting episodes'.

Swallowing the nasty response, she keyed her badge. "McCall to Cuomo. Understood
Commander; I'll be there in five."


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Dr Michelle McCall
CMO, USS Wolverine
Played by McCall


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MD: 61
MT: 1700
Scene: turbo lift, transporter room
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The hum of the turbo lift amplified the silence that radiated from
the three officers tenfold. Everyone was so deep in thoughts that the
words became almost visible in the air.
The battle had laid a terrible strain on all of them and it was not
going to get easier now. Matthew tried to think of the trip as a
miniature shore leave but failed miserably. "No use", he mumbled to
himself. The other two looked at him with surprise and he notices
that he did more than just mumbling.
"I am trying to think some happy thoughts but it is no use", he
hastily explained. `Just the thing I need. My comrades thinking I
talk to myself'. This time he made sure there were no sounds attached
to his thoughts. Cuomo and Mazil went back into their own little
world he had distracted them from.

The crew had performed remarkably well. The Wolverine was designed as
a war ship and the training of the crew reflected it. And now the
training had paid off and saved many lives. Not all of them though.
The thought of the people that had died during the attack weighed
heavily on him, among the ones was the crewman he had just been
evaluating when the attack started. The man had never made it back to
his station before he was killed.

He snapped out of this depressive spell and looked at Mazil. `Now
there is a happy thought', he finally was able to smile a little.
Mazil had tried to avoid him ever since he came aboard, being the
security chief it probably wasn't that hard a job either. Matthew
found it amusing that many people could be in fierce battle and show
no signs of cowardice but at the first sight of a counselor they
would run as fast as they could. The smile broadened and
stayed. `Don't worry, you are save from me for the moment', he
thought and tried to find a different spot to look at other than her
face or his shoes. The last thing he wanted to do was to make her
feel uncomfortable and distract her from her job at hand.

Luckily the turbo lift stopped and they walked in silence to the
transporter room. The doctor wasn't there yet and Cuomo gave some
instructions to the transporter chief while Matthew was looking
around. There was nothing to see of course, he had been in and out of
transporter rooms countless times, but at least it kept him from
analyzing the others.
He had spent the last hour going over every bit of information about
the aliens he could get and tried to memorize it. When contact was
made he wanted to have full attention on the aliens not on some minor
detail he had to find on a tricorder readout. There wasn't much but
he had managed with less in other cases. He took some deep breaths
and slowly routine set in. He became calm and ready to go.

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Ensign Matthew Simmons
CNS, USS Wolverine
Played by Gerhard
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