"We take the jeffrey's tubes." spouted Tom confidently. From there
we'll have
several access points into the CNC. There's also a junction core below the CNC
where we might be able to tap into the environmental and security controls. It
all depends on how much the system has been damaged." He was surprised by
his
sudden knowledge of the station. Moments ago he didn't know what a jeffrey's
tube was and now he was ordering the team into them.
Garrett was right, the Jeffries tubes did seem like the best option. "Are
you
alright?" she asked Lt. Jehan as they hurried towards the relative safety
of the
hatch. It was probably just the after effects of the virus, but he didn't seem
to have recovered as quickly as Garrett or the other patients who'd received
the
antidote.
Jehan managed a confident smile for the doctor, but the truth was that he
wasn't
entirely sure if he knew what alright was. He prayed to the Four Deities that
his sudden telepathic inability was just a brief side affect of the vaccine.
Regardless, he needed to focus on keeping the group together and alive. When
they got the station back, then he and McGregor could figure out what had
happened.
"I'll be alright, doctor. Just a little unsteady," he replied.
<Wright, McGregor?>
The group slid into the tube one by one. Tom waited behind to make sure
everyone
was in safely. Jehan's stumble made Tom uneasy.
Rose found herself squashed next to Octavius. Feeling the dog's hot breath on
the back of her neck, she prayed that he wouldn't bark or make any noise which
would give their hiding place away.
<Wright>
The footfalls were becoming louder; with everyone in Tom quickly jumped in,
closing the hatch behind him. The four sat quietly for a second as they
listened
to a group of Cardassian's run past their position.
"We're headed to junction 001-Alpha." Garrett stated.
"Do you know which way that is?" Rose asked, "left or
right?" She had no clue
about the inner layout of the station, she'd got to Science by randomly
crawling
and climbing, knowing only that she needed to go up to reach CNC.
Jehan had spent some considerable time with the station's blueprints during the
recent murder investigation, but the jefferies tube network was so vast and
complex that it would him an eternity to find his way to the appropriate
junction.
"Tom, can you lead us in that direction?" Aidric asked, surprised as
the
question left his mouth. Not too long ago, it would never have occurred to him
to call Garrett "Tom" in the line of duty. Their recent experiences
had clearly
taken the frost off their relationship.
<Wright, Garrett>
Garrett nodded and began crawling down the
jeffery’s tube. “This way… 20 meters down, then we
climb.” He said. He didn’t immediately realize Jehan’s
inadvertent overture.
Between the four officers and the dog, it felt uncomfortably claustrophobic,
but
anything was preferable than being out there with a bunch of murdering
Cardassians. Rose tried to keep those terrifying thoughts out of her mind as
she
crawled behind Garrett.
Aidric was thinking about the other people on the station and their likely
fates
at the hands of the Cardassians. "I have no doubt that some sort of
attempt will
be made to re-take the station, and if we can make some trouble for the
Cardassians, that'll make the rescue attempt easier.”
The group reached the junction down the way
and each one of them peered up the tall ladder that climbed a hundred meters to
the CNC. Tom glanced at everyone’s faces hoping to see
determination and fearlessness. He understood that now was not the time
to show the fear that troubled him. If they were to survive, they would each
need to display their best parts. But he wasn’t certain of
anyone.
Jehan’s stumble was just the
start. Tom noticed subtle changes in the man since they were injected
with the cure to the virus. McGregor and Wright appeared a little
disoriented. They were not as versed in combat and tactics as him or Aidric.
They circled the ladder and Tom made an
unfortunate realization. He could see that the same idea had come to
Wright as well. The dog would not be able to join them up to the CNC.
“The dog…” Tom started…
he didn’t have to finish his sentence.
<Wright, Garrett, McGregor>
Ensign Thomas Garrett
Operations Officer
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Ardin, Hagen?
Location: XO's Office
Crawling along at impulse speed was doing nothing to ease Commander Carlos
Almeida's thumping headache. He checked the chrono for the sixth time in the
last ten minutes, willing engineering to hurry up and fix the warp drive before
his head exploded and he had to inform Admiral Robinson of their delay. It
seemed to take forever before his prayers were finally answered.
<Ardin>
"Almeida here, go ahead, Ensign." Setting his cup of black coffee down for a
moment, Carlos answered with a little more force than he had intended.
<Ardin - informing that the warp core's back online>
Thank God! "What's our maximum speed?" he asked.
<Ardin>
"Understood," Carlos allowed himself a small sigh of relief, impressed at the
young man's effort, "good work, Ensign, keep it up. Almeida out."
<Ardin>
Opening another channel to the bridge, the XO ordered an increase to warp factor
eight. That done, he reached for his coffee and took a long sip. He didn't
have long to enjoy it however as a moment later there was a chime on his door.
"Enter," Carlos commanded.
The door slid open and Gen immediately walked in. She stood up straight in front
of Almeida's desk.
"Can I help you, Ensign?" he asked, not recognizing the officer before him.
"Ensign Gen Hagen reporting, sir," Gen responded immediately.
Commander Carlos Almeida was a man appearing approximately in his late-thirtys
with dark hair cut short and a thin beard. He was dressed in the red and black
uniform of a commanding officer with small ranking pins on the collar. Gen
briefly tapped into his brain and noted incredible determination and strength,
both qualities very common in those of a well-deserved commanding position. No
doubt he was working at the situation of Starbase Horizon at the highest of
priority.
Ah, another new recruit. Almeida tapped the computer console on his desk,
bringing up her file, "Welcome aboard, it's good to meet you, doctor. Your
permanent assignment is on Starbase Horizon, and goodness knows they'll need
your help. As I'm sure you know the station is under attack from the
Cardassians and many of the crew are still compromised with the manufactured
virus that caused them to lose their memories."
The half-Betazoid nodded. "I understand the severity of the situation," she
answered. "I will do my best, sir."
The XO's face finally cracked a smile.
"Good," Carlos nodded, "my CMO, Lieutenant Keth, has been attending a conference
on Starbase Twelve and is due back at any time. Until she returns, you're in
charge of sickbay. I need you to prepare for casualties, and also begin
synthesizing antidote for the virus. You'll find details in the medical
database - a Dr. Lenora discovered the cure, she's currently at Camp Hunter on
Devu and you should be able to contact her down there if you need any further
information." He gave the woman a smile, "Unless you have any questions, you're
dismissed."
<Hagen - if you have any questions, add more tags>
"Aye, sir." Gen quickly saluted and turned from the room and back out the door.
As she left, Carlos sighed and got to his feet. Their ETA to Horizon was now
fifty-eight minutes, his place was on the bridge.
Commander Carlos Almeida
Executive Officer
USS Dauntless
Tags: Almeida
Location: XO/Executive Officer's office
Arrival on the transporter pad, newly assigned to the Federation ship USS
Dauntless. The situation was new. It was different than just going to school.
Dare-say, it was a thrilling idea. Gen Hagen, however, managed to keep the
excitement from her face. She wanted this to be a good first meeting with the
Executive Officer that she was told that she was to meet – Carlos Almeida if she
could remember the name correctly.
The Betazoid-hybrid stepped off of the transporter platform, immediately greeted
by her soon-to-be shipmates. They told her their names, though she knew she
would not immediately remember them; that would come in time. All had on an
expression of pleasure to meet her. Gen knew they were pleased to have her
aboard like they said, but she could see another emotion there; worry, maybe
even distress.
Perfectly understandable. They were all heading to Starbase Horizon, which was
going through a trial at the time. There was an outbreak a virus amongst most of
the crew, a Cardassian attack on the base, and the Commanding Officer and the
Executive Officer of the Horizon were taken hostage.
Cardassians were what worried Gen the most. They were widely known in the Alpha
Quadrent for their brute-like actions and deeds, such as the Setlik III Massacre
and the Occupation of Bajor.
The Federation had sent out the U.S.S. Dauntless to aid in the defense of the
Starbase along with an assembled battle fleet. Gen could comprehend how the
officers before her were feeling, and she felt he same way as well.
One of the greeting officers had her follow him to Almeida's office so she could
report her arrival.
After short trip the crew-member left her outside the Executive Officer's door
and went on back to his post. After breathing a sigh Gen rang the door signal,
then clasping her hands behind her back.
<<Almeida>>
The door slid open and Gen immediately walked in. She stood up straight in front
of Almeida's desk.
<<Almeida>>
"Ensign Gen Hagen reporting, sir," Gen responded immediately.
Commander Carlos Almeida was a man appearing approximately in his late-thirtys
with dark hair cut short and a thin beard. He was dressed in the red and black
uniform of a commanding officer with small ranking pins on the collar. Gen
briefly tapped into his brain and noted incredible determination and strength,
both qualities very common in those of a well-deserved comanding position. No
doubt he was working at the situation of Starbase Horizon at the highest of
priority.
<<Almeida>>
The half-Betazoid nodded. "I understand the severity of the situation," she
answered. "I will do my best, sir."
The XO's face finally cracked a smile.
<<Almeida>>
"Aye, sir." Gen quickly saluted and turned from the room and back out the door.
Tags: None
Location: Holding Cell, CDS Kritar
The door opened and three armored Cardassians entered the cell. The light
outside the cell was kept deliberately bright in order to blind the hapless
prisoner as the guards entered, ensuring that they would have the advantage.
The interrogators would always have the advantage.
The sudden noise made Isha jump involuntarily. Shielding her eyes from the
blinding light she squinted to see who or what was coming, seeing only dark
shadows advancing towards her.
Wordlessly, the guards each grabbed one of the Romulan officer's arms and hauled
her to her feet. The interrogator stepped forward and tore her service shirt
off.
If they thought she was going to be a submissive victim, they were very much
mistaken. Isha would fight for her life until the bitter end. Trying to pull
free of them, she lashed out, almost managing to strike the one who seemed to be
the leader.
The interrogator was just as skilled in self-defense as he was in his vile art.
He effortlessly blocked the lethal blow and backed away quickly. One of the
guards responded with a blow to the erei'Riov's face, shattering the bridge of
her nose. The other guard landed a brutal kick to her gut with a heavy armored
boot. They hauled her to her feet again as the interrogator approached.
Seeing stars, Isha doubled over in pain, feeling the warmth of green blood
trickling down her already swollen face. She spat the blood from her mouth,
glaring in defiance at her attackers.
The guards held her tighter this time as the interrogator produced a knife and
skilfully cut off the rest of t'Valdran's clothing and undergarments. The
guards proceeded to land several more stunning body blows before shoving her
into a corner.
Isha was furious that she could do nothing to stop them tearing off her clothes,
but the anger was cut short by the brutal blows which followed. Unable to stop
the momentum she crashed into the wall, her right ankle twisting excruciatingly
as she fell. And still she did not cry out or give any indication of the agony
she was in.
"You will not need any of this any more...." The interrogator finally spoke as
he picked up the pieces of her old uniform. "You will wear the proper uniform
from now on."
One of the guards produced a thin, tattered jumpsuit covered in Alpha Quadrant
trade language, a written language second only to Federation standard in it's
widespread use throughout the quadrant.
Looking at the 'uniform' in disgust Isha said nothing.
"You may recognize it, it's the thirty-seven theses of penitence. Every
penitent prisoner of Cardassia wears one. Soon, you will be rehabilitated and
returned to civilization, but until then, you are a prisoner and must pay your
due penance." The guard threw the uniform at her as the interrogator spoke.
"Urru Areinnye!" * Isha flung it back at the monster. She would not dishonour
herself, her race or indeed the Federation by wearing the filthy rag. "Never!"
"Suit yourself." The interrogator remarked as he picked up t'Valdran's
rolled-up jacket. "Though zero degrees celcius in a cell might change your mind
in a few hours. I'll just leave the uniform here with you. I will return when
you've decided that you are ready to cooperate and begin your rehabilitation."
With that, the interrogator and the guards exited the cell. The temperature in
the room immediately began to plummet, and frost could be seen forming on the
walls.
As the door shut behind her captors, Isha huddled in the corner for warmth,
beginning to feel the full extent of her injuries. She had a sharp pain in her
left side and was certain that her ribs had been shattered. She tried to keep
her rattled breathing slow and measured, avoiding deep breaths which made the
soft tissue of her lungs scrape painfully against jagged bone. As the
temperature dropped she started to lose the feeling in her fingers and toes.
The thin tattered suit would not shield her from freezing, not that she would
lower herself to put it on in any case. This was just a taster of what was to
come. This was just the beginning, and if Isha couldn't withstand this, then
she was surely doomed. The cold was making her sleepy, threatening to overcome
her. She fought to stay awake.
NRPG: * Urru Areinnye = Go to Hell
erei'Riov Isha t'Valdran
Executive Officer
Starbase Horizon
FROM: GUL EVEK
SUBJECT: INFORMATION EXTRACTION STRATEGY
While the station has been secured as you ordered, the bastards have managed to lock us out of the main computer control as well as several critical station function systems. We have the Vulcan responsible, but he is a Vulcan after all. You and I both know where questioning usually leads with THOSE creatures...
I propose instead on applying pressure to the softer targets of our interest: Davenport and t'Valdran. Davenport is Human, and thus vulnerable to a great deal of our extraction techniques. I recommend swift and unrelenting pressure in order to extract the pertinent tactical data needed to free up the blasted station functions. t'Valdran on the other hand, is a much tougher target. Being Romulan, she is naturally more tolerant of harsh conditions, and will not break as easily as her Human counterpart. Any tactical data we get from her will be out of date, and I doubt we will get anything tactical in nature at all. Romulans have a nasty habit of dying when we least expect it.
I propose that we use techniques of finesse upon t'Valdran in order to get her to make a statement. This will undoubtedly jeopardize Federation/Romulan relations, but more importantly, it will break the will of those left on the station, and can most certainly be used to break Davenport as well.
Regardless of how far we get with t'Valdran, Davenport MUST be broken as soon as possible. Our techs will continue to work around the clock to unlock the station functions, but we absolutely need Davenport's command codes if we are to be battle-ready before Admiral Robinson's fleet arrives.
Respectfully,
Gul Evek
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Erei'Riov Isha t'Valdran shifted uncomfortably into a sitting position against the wall, wincing a little at the stiffness which wracked the whole of her body. Shivering, she picked up the torn jacket that had doubled as her pillow, and pulled it on. Though she'd had to rest through pain and exhaustion for a while, Isha hadn't slept - partly because her mind was so active, but mainly because she needed to stay alert and didn't want to wake up to any nasty surprises.
Her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, and Isha kept them focused on the door. She had already explored every inch of the small cell and come to the unsurprising conclusion that there was nothing in here other than herself and a screen high above her on the wall, which she assumed would be there to allow the Cardassians to monitor her every movement.
Gravely concerned about what was happening to Commander Davenport and the officers aboard Horizon, Isha herself was in a predicament she could see no immediate way of resolving. She had no weapon, no means of communication, no food, no water, no blanket, nothing at all but the clothes she was wearing and the vile stench of Cardassians for company.
She didn't scare easily but was finding it difficult to suppress the apprehension and certain amount of fear she felt. But of course, that was all part of the plan, it was exactly what her captors wanted. They would leave her alone in here with only her thoughts for a time. And then the torture would begin. Of that, she had no doubt.
"How long has she been in there?" Evek asked as he peered through the observation port.
"Twenty hours, my Gul." The interrogator replied.
"Romulans are a tough race." Evek remarked. "She needs more pressure than the others."
"What would you wish of me, my Gul?" The interrogator turned towards his superior.
------
The door opened and three armored Cardassians entered the cell. The light outside the cell was kept deliberately bright in order to blind the hapless prisoner as the guards entered, ensuring that they would have the advantage. The interrogators would always have the advantage.
<< t'Valdran >>
Wordlessly, the guards each grabbed one of the Romulan officer's arms and hauled her to her feet. The interrogator stepped forward and tore her service shirt off.
<< t'Valdran >>
The interrogator was just as skilled in self-defense as he was in his vile art. He effortlessly blocked the lethal blow and backed away quickly. One of the guards responded with a blow to the erei'Riov's face, shattering the bridge of her nose. The other guard landed a brutal kick to her gut with a heavy armored boot. They hauled her to her feet again as the interrogator approached.
<< t'Valdran >>
The guards held her tighter this time as the interrogater produced a knife and skilfully cut off the rest of t'Valdran's clothing and undergarments. The guards proceeded to land several more stunning body blows before shoving her into a corner.
<< t'Valdran >>
"You will not need any of this any more...." The interrogator finally spoke as he picked up the pieces of her old uniform. "You will wear the proper uniform from now on."
One of the guards produced a thin, tattered jumpsuit covered in Alpha Quadrant trade language, a written language second only to Federation standard in it's widespread use throughout the quadrant.
<< t'Valdran >>
"You may recognize it, it's the thirty-seven theses of penitence. Every penitent prisoner of Cardassia wears one. Soon, you will be rehabilitated and returned to civilization, but until then, you are a prisoner and must pay your due penance." The guard threw the uniform at her as the interrogator spoke.
<< t'Valdran >>
"Suit yourself." The interrogator remarked as he picked up t'Valdran's rolled-up jacket. "Though zero degrees celcius in a cell might change your mind in a few hours. I'll just leave the uniform here with you. I will return when you've decided that you are ready to cooperate and begin your rehabilitation."
With that, the interrogator and the guards exited the cell. The temperature in the room immediately began to plummet, and frost could be seen forming on the walls.
<< t'Valdran >>
Gul Evek
CO
CDS Kritar
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Tags: Wright, Garrett, McGregor
NRPG: Sorry, reposting with tags for McGregor.
Location: Corridor below CNC; Jeffries Tubes
"We take the jeffrey's tubes." spouted Tom confidently. From there we'll have
several access points into the CNC. There's also a junction core below the CNC
where we might be able to tap into the environmental and security controls. It
all depends on how much the system has been damaged." He was surprised by his
sudden knowledge of the station. Moments ago he didn't know what a jeffrey's
tube was and now he was ordering the team into them.
Garrett was right, the Jeffries tubes did seem like the best option. "Are you
alright?" she asked Lt. Jehan as they hurried towards the relative safety of the
hatch. It was probably just the after effects of the virus, but he didn't seem
to have recovered as quickly as Garrett or the other patients who'd received the
antidote.
Jehan managed a confident smile for the doctor, but the truth was that he wasn't
entirely sure if he knew what alright was. He prayed to the Four Deities that
his sudden telepathic inability was just a brief side affect of the vaccine.
Regardless, he needed to focus on keeping the group together and alive. When
they got the station back, then he and McGregor could figure out what had
happened.
"I'll be alright, doctor. Just a little unsteady," he replied.
<Wright, McGregor?>
The group slid into the tube one by one. Tom waited behind to make sure everyone
was in safely. Jehan's stumble made Tom uneasy.
Rose found herself squashed next to Octavius. Feeling the dog's hot breath on
the back of her neck, she prayed that he wouldn't bark or make any noise which
would give their hiding place away.
<Wright>
The footfalls were becoming louder; with everyone in Tom quickly jumped in,
closing the hatch behind him. The four sat quietly for a second as they listened
to a group of Cardassian's run past their position.
"We're headed to junction 001-Alpha." Garrett stated.
"Do you know which way that is?" Rose asked, "left or right?" She had no clue
about the inner layout of the station, she'd got to Science by randomly crawling
and climbing, knowing only that she needed to go up to reach CNC.
Jehan had spent some considerable time with the station's blueprints during the
recent murder investigation, but the jefferies tube network was so vast and
complex that it would him an eternity to find his way to the appropriate
junction.
"Tom, can you lead us in that direction?" Aidric asked, surprised as the
question left his mouth. Not too long ago, it would never have occurred to him
to call Garrett "Tom" in the line of duty. Their recent experiences had clearly
taken the frost off their relationship.
<Wright, Garrett>
Between the four officers and the dog, it felt uncomfortably claustrophobic, but
anything was preferable than being out there with a bunch of murdering
Cardassians. Rose tried to keep those terrifying thoughts out of her mind as she
crawled behind Garrett.
Aidric was thinking about the other people on the station and their likely fates
at the hands of the Cardassians. "I have no doubt that some sort of attempt will
be made to re-take the station, and if we can make some trouble for the
Cardassians, that'll make the rescue attempt easier."
<Wright, Garrett, McGregor>
Lt(JG) Aidric Jehan
Chief of Security
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Wright, Garrett
Location: Corridor below CNC; Jeffries Tubes
"We take the jeffrey's tubes." spouted Tom confidently. From there we'll have
several access points into the CNC. There's also a junction core below the CNC
where we might be able to tap into the environmental and security controls. It
all depends on how much the system has been damaged." He was surprised by his
sudden knowledge of the station. Moments ago he didn't know what a jeffrey's
tube was and now he was ordering the team into them.
Garrett was right, the Jeffries tubes did seem like the best option. "Are you
alright?" she asked Lt. Jehan as they hurried towards the relative safety of the
hatch. It was probably just the after effects of the virus, but he didn't seem
to have recovered as quickly as Garrett or the other patients who'd received the
antidote.
Jehan managed a confident smile for McGregor, but the truth was that he wasn't
entirely sure if he knew what alright was. He prayed to the Four Deities that
his sudden telepathic inability was just a brief side affect of the vaccine.
Regardless, he needed to focus on keeping the group together and alive. When
they got the station back, then he and McGregor could figure out what had
happened.
"I'll be alright, doctor. Just a little unsteady," he replied.
<Wright>
The group slid into the tube one by one. Tom waited behind to make sure everyone
was in safely. Jehan's stumble made Tom uneasy.
Rose found herself squashed next to Octavius. Feeling the dog's hot breath on
the back of her neck, she prayed that he wouldn't bark or make any noise which
would give their hiding place away.
<Wright>
The footfalls were becoming louder; with everyone in Tom quickly jumped in,
closing the hatch behind him. The four sat quietly for a second as they listened
to a group of Cardassian's run past their position.
"We're headed to junction 001-Alpha." Garrett stated.
"Do you know which way that is?" Rose asked, "left or right?" She had no clue
about the inner layout of the station, she'd got to Science by randomly crawling
and climbing, knowing only that she needed to go up to reach CNC.
Jehan had spent some considerable time with the station's blueprints during the
recent murder investigation, but the jefferies tube network was so vast and
complex that it would him an eternity to find his way to the appropriate
junction.
"Tom, can you lead us in that direction?" Aidric asked, surprised as the
question left his mouth. Not too long ago, it would never have occurred to him
to call Garrett "Tom" in the line of duty. Their recent experiences had clearly
taken the frost off their relationship.
<Wright, Garrett>
Between the four officers and the dog, it felt uncomfortably claustrophobic, but
anything was preferable than being out there with a bunch of murdering
Cardassians. Rose tried to keep those terrifying thoughts out of her mind as she
crawled behind Garrett.
Aidric was thinking about the other people on the station and their likely fates
at the hands of the Cardassians. "I have no doubt that some sort of attempt will
be made to re-take the station, and if we can make some trouble for the
Cardassians, that'll make the rescue attempt easier."
<Wright, Garrett>
Lt(JG) Aidric Jehan
Chief of Security
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Evek?
Location: Holding Cell, CDS Kritar
Erei'Riov Isha t'Valdran shifted uncomfortably into a sitting position against
the wall, wincing a little at the stiffness which wracked the whole of her body.
Shivering, she picked up the torn jacket that had doubled as her pillow, and
pulled it on. Though she'd had to rest through pain and exhaustion for a while,
Isha hadn't slept - partly because her mind was so active, but mainly because
she needed to stay alert and didn't want to wake up to any nasty surprises.
Her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, and Isha kept them focused on the
door. She had already explored every inch of the small cell and come to the
unsurprising conclusion that there was nothing in here other than herself and a
screen high above her on the wall, which she assumed would be there to allow the
Cardassians to monitor her every movement.
Gravely concerned about what was happening to Commander Davenport and the
officers aboard Horizon, Isha herself was in a predicament she could see no
immediate way of resolving. She had no weapon, no means of communication, no
food, no water, no blanket, nothing at all but the clothes she was wearing and
the vile stench of Cardassians for company.
She didn't scare easily but was finding it difficult to suppress the
apprehension and certain amount of fear she felt. But of course, that was all
part of the plan, it was exactly what her captors wanted. They would leave her
alone in here with only her thoughts for a time. And then the torture would
begin. Of that, she had no doubt.
<Evek?>
erei'Riov Isha t'Valdran
Executive Officer
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Wright, Garrett, Jehan
Location: Corridor below CNC; Jeffries Tubes
"We take the jeffrey's tubes." spouted Tom confidently. From there we'll have
several access points into the CNC. There's also a junction core below the CNC
where we might be able to tap into the environmental and security controls. It
all depends on how much the system has been damaged." He was surprised by his
sudden knowledge of the station. Moments ago he didn't know what a jeffrey's
tube was and now he was ordering the team into them.
Garrett was right, the Jeffries tubes did seem like the best option. "Are you
alright?" she asked Lt. Jehan as they hurried towards the relative safety of the
hatch. It was probably just the after effects of the virus, but he didn't seem
to have recovered as quickly as Garrett or the other patients who'd received the
antidote.
<Jehan, Wright>
The group slid into the tube one by one. Tom waited behind to make sure
everyone was in safely. Jehan's stumble made Tom uneasy.
Rose found herself squashed next to Octavius. Feeling the dog's hot breath on
the back of her neck, she prayed that he wouldn't bark or make any noise which
would give their hiding place away.
<Jehan, Wright>
The footfalls were becoming louder; with everyone in Tom quickly jumped in,
closing the hatch behind him. The four sat quietly for a second as they
listened to a group of Cardassian's run past their position.
"We're headed to junction 001-Alpha." Garrett stated.
"Do you know which way that is?" Rose asked, "left or right?" She had no clue
about the inner layout of the station, she'd got to Science by randomly crawling
and climbing, knowing only that she needed to go up to reach CNC.
<Jehan, Wright, Garrett>
Between the four officers and the dog, it felt uncomfortably claustrophobic, but
anything was preferable than being out there with a bunch of murdering
Cardassians. Rose tried to keep those terrifying thoughts out of her mind as
she crawled behind Garrett.
<Jehan, Wright, Garrett>
Lt. Rose McGregor
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Horizon
Breathing the tiniest sigh of relief, Rose nodded and gently pressed the hypospray to Garret's neck before moving on to Jehan.
"Now what?" Tom asked.
"It'll take a couple of minutes before the virus is completely eradicated from your brains, but you should be starting to feel an improvement immediately? " she asked hopefully.
Aidric could certainly feel something happening. Images and feelings began emerging in his mind like pieces being placed in a puzzle. He breathed in sharply as things began to make sense again. All of a sudden he knew who he was, where he was, and the implications of the situation they were all in. He felt a huge sense of relief. The situation was still daunting, but at least he had some information with which to work.
Emily mostly just watched and listened. She didn't really feel like she should talk. Petting Octavius calmly, she watched them. They seemed to be getting their memories back. Or whichever.
Emily barely managed to suppress a sigh over that.
With the passing moments the Doctor McGregor became more familiar to Tom. He glanced at Aidric and could recall some of their interactions. He wondered how this odd couple could have paired; Tom's time in the brig was thanks to this man, but he could also feel overtures - from both sides. Garrett then looked to Wright... he wasn't as familiar with her, but the sense what that this was right. These memories were real.
"Commanders Davenport and t'Valdran have been captured, they were in sickbay when the Cardassians stormed in," Rose told them when she was sure that their minds were starting to clear, "I was trying to get to Lt. Suvok to tell him."
"We've just been in CNC," Aidric responded. "The place is crawling with Cardassians." Aidric frowned bacause it felt like the inside of his head was crawling with something. He looked at the other officers, one by one. His perceptions of their thoughts and feelings was changing. Moments ago, he could sense them crystal-clear. Now, it was though he was trying to hear someone talk through water. He looked at McGregor, his mouth open to mention that he hadn't seen Suvok, when his perception disappeared entirely. One moment he could feel McGregor's concern and uncertainty, the next he couldn't sense her at all. He looked at Wright and felt nothing. He glanced at Garrett, also nothing.
Emily blinked as Aidric stared at her. Octavius maneuvered a little, stepping more into the focus. She looked around and shook her head. "Well, I guess we need a different plan."
The words came out through a distracted mind. She was thinking about something else. `Wait…Suvok? He's in trouble?' she thought.
Her fingers twitched and Octavius leaned against her leg.
Tom considered how they could take the CNC. His past was quickly filling his mind and the station was turning into a familiar place. His options were growing with each passing moment.
Rose's heart sank. Of course the Cardassians were already in CNC, it made sense they would make it their priority. She could only pray that Suvok had managed to escape somehow, but it was far more likely that he was now captive, or even worse...she didn't want to think of that possibility.
"Doctor, something..." Aidric began before being cut off by the growing noise. He felt sick, nausea slamming into him so hard that he had to grab the bulkhead to stay on his feet. He struggled to focus. Whatever might be going on in his mind would have to wait. They had to find someway to defend themselves and retake the station. That was his priority.
Emily turned, watching as he stumbled. "Sir, are you all right?"
"Aidric..." Tom said as he quickly moved to stabalize his colleague. Jehan gave a reassuring nod to the others and climb back to his feet. Garrett didn't buy this show of strength, but there was no time to dwell on the matter.
In the distance Rose could hear a low hum, which within seconds grew into a roar and the unmistakable sound of hostile voices and charging forces intent on attack. They couldn't stay here and they couldn't go along the corridor towards the noise. They had only two choices - to take the turbolift down, or to make a run for the Jeffries tubes they'd just exited. Rose looked at the three officers in turn, "Which way now?"
"We know the station better than they do. We need to find a defensible space where we can tap into the computer and start making things difficult for the Cardassians," Aidric replied. Garrett was good with the computer and Aidric thought he could probably manage to restablih some control of the station. Aidric, on the other hand, would be able to use the security systems to isolate the invaders and, ideally, neutralize their presence in key areas. Hopefully McGregor and Wright could develop a compound they could introduce into the environmental systems that would send the Cardies off to a nice nap. At any rate, they had to get moving.
Emily turned toward the sound as Octavius growled a little. She pulled on the collar a little. "Easy boy."
She looked around, trying to find something to go to. "Okay, I'm with Dr. McGregor on this. Which way do we go?"
"We take the jeffrey's tubes." spouted Tom confidently. From there we'll have several access points into the CNC. There's also a junction core below the CNC where we might be able to tap into the environmental and security controls. It all depends on how much the system has been damaged." He was surprised by his sudden knowledge of the station. Moments ago he didn't know what a jeffrey's tube was and now he was ordering the team into them.
<McGregor, Jehan, Wright>
The group slid into the tube one by one. Tom waited behind to make sure everyone was in safely. Jehan's stumble made Tom uneasy.
<McGregor, Jehan, Wright>
The footfalls were becoming louder; with everyone in Tom quickly jumped in, closing the hatch behind him. The four sat quietly for a second as they listened to a group of Cardassian's run past their position.
"We're headed to junction 001-Alpha." Garrett stated.
<McGregor, Jehan, Wright>
Ensign Thomas Garrett Operations Officer Starbase Horizon
Location: Secondary Weapons Control
Tags: Sovaak
*SNIP*
"You can work from here. You'll have access to the computer systems and the team
working on the tactical computer systems has been working from here, so you'll
be able to ask them questions or have their help in making programming changes."
"Excellent," Sovaak said, his voice as even as ever. "I will begin work
immediately. When would you like my report?"
"I would imagine this project will take some time. Submit status reports daily."
"Understood." Having received his orders, Sovaak walked into the Secondary
Weapons Control room to begin his work. He took a moment to survey his
surroundings, familiarize himself with the systems at his disposal.
Two crewmen were at work at one of the stations and they looked up as he
entered. One was a Bajoran man, the other a human woman; both wore yellow
uniforms, likely operations or engineering. While either of them could have been
security or tactical, Sovaak observed that they were working on programming the
systems and most likely specialized in another field.
No doubt, their assistance would be useful.
"I am Ensign Sovaak," the Vulcan offered. "I have been assigned to test the
computer's tactical systems. I will require your assistance."
The Bajoran man stepped forward. "I'm Chief Dakin Kusto." He gestured to the
human woman. "This is Crewman First Class Elizabeth Bradley." Bradley nodded at
the mention of her name.
Sovaak nodded in response to each of their greetings, noting each of their
names. "Are you currently the only crewmen assigned to this station?"
Dakin replied. "Yes, sir. Tactical systems are our primary responsibility.
Typically, an officer leads our team, but Ensign Lantos was transferred out a
short time ago."
"I see," the Vulcan replied. "Given our situation, I am certain there is much to
be done to prepare for the coming conflict. However, the three of us should be
enough to accomplish the task. Do either of you have experience with
holoprogramming?"
"I do, sir. It was part of my training and I do some holoprogramming as a
hobby," Dakin stated.
"Very well," Sovaak replied to the Bajoran, Mr. Dakin. He then turned his
scrutinizing gaze to the woman, crewman Bradley. "And do you have experience
programming advanced computer algorithms?"
"Yes, sir. Until recently, I was a part of the programming team at Tokyo Base,"
Bradley replied. Tokyo Base was well-known as a research & development center
for the Starfleet's most cutting-edge tactical advances.
Sovaak nodded, his brow arched. "That will suffice. We will design a series of
holodeck simulations to challenge crew members in a variety of tactical
scenarios. We will then program an adapting analyzation matrix that will
extrapolate and adapt based on the outcome. The computer matrix will allow for
the new information to be incorporated into its current tactical database."
Bradley considered Sovaak's words, "Essentially, we'll be able to re-create the
Discovery's tactical computer from the ground up."
"Precisely, Mr. Bradley," Sovaak replied to the woman. "I am pleased that you
share my thoughts." Given the continued evenness of his tone and lack of
emotional expression on his face, the Vulcan managed to make his statement of
being pleased slightly ironic. "If we program it into the adapting matrix, as
you say, 'from the ground up', then we should be able to provide the program
with the ability to grow more difficult each time it is run. In effect, the
tactical systems will continue learning from our responses and we will continue
learning from the new challenges presented each time."
Sovaak paused, his eyebrow lifting as he considered the efficiency of the
simplistic, yet complex programming endeavor. "Intriguing. We should begin work
at once. Mr. Dakin; please begin programming the holodeck simulation. Once you
have completed the structure of the bridge simulation, I will provide you with
the first tactical scenario to program. Mr. Bradley; I will begin analyzing the
current tactical modeling to determine areas where the system is lacking.
Meanwhile, please begin programming the matrix we discussed. Let me know if you
have any questions."
The two specialists got to work, Dakin first taking the time to give Sovaak a
brief tour of Secondary Weapons Control. As Sovaak began his analysis of the
current tactical modeling, the computer displayed a list of historical combat
strategies and tactics from Federation history and that of its constituent
worlds, as well as those encountered or observed from both hostile and allied
powers since first contact (which very often meant the first time the Vulcans
had contacted a particular species, as Vulcans had been space-faring far longer
than many Federation species).
As they worked, the lab was relatively quiet, Bradley and Dakin interacting
occasionally to ensure that the matrix would interface effectively with the
holomatrix.
<<Sovaak>>
USS Dauntless
Location: Security Chief's Office, Corridors, Secondary Weapons Control
Tags: Sovaak
*SNIP*
"You can work from here. You'll have access to the computer systems and the team
working on the tactical computer systems has been working from here, so you'll
be able to ask them questions or have their help in making programming changes."
"Excellent," Sovaak said, his voice as even as ever. "I will begin work
immediately. When would you like my report?"
"I would imagine this project will take some time. Submit status reports daily."
"Understood." Having received his orders, Sovaak walked into the Secondary
Weapons Control room to begin his work. He took a moment to survey his
surroundings, familiarize himself with the systems at his disposal.
Two crewmen were at work at one of the stations and they looked up as he
entered. One was a Bajoran man, the other a human woman; both wore yellow
uniforms, likely operations or engineering. While either of them could have been
security or tactical, Sovaak observed that they were working on programming the
systems and most likely specialized in another field.
No doubt, their assistance would be useful.
"I am Ensign Sovaak," the Vulcan offered. "I have been assigned to test the
computer's tactical systems. I will require your assistance."
The Bajoran man stepped forward. "I'm Chief Dakin Kusto." He gestured to the
human woman. "This is Crewman First Class Elizabeth Bradley." Bradley nodded at
the mention of her name.
Sovaak nodded in response to each of their greetings, noting each of their
names. "Are you currently the only crewmen assigned to this station?"
Dakin replied. "Yes, sir. Tactical systems are our primary responsibility.
Typically, an officer leads our team, but Ensign Lantos was transferred out a
short time ago."
"I see," the Vulcan replied. "Given our situation, I am certain there is much to
be done to prepare for the coming conflict. However, the three of us should be
enough to accomplish the task. Do either of you have experience with
holoprogramming?"
"I do, sir. It was part of my training and I do some holoprogramming as a
hobby," Dakin stated.
"Very well," Sovaak replied to the Bajoran, Mr. Dakin. He then turned his
scrutinizing gaze to the woman, crewman Bradley. "And do you have experience
programming advanced computer algorithms?"
"Yes, sir. Until recently, I was a part of the programming team at Tokyo Base,"
Bradley replied. Tokyo Base was well-known as a research & development center
for the Starfleet's most cutting-edge tactical advances.
Sovaak nodded, his brow arched. "That will suffice. We will design a series of
holodeck simulations to challenge crew members in a variety of tactical
scenarios. We will then program an adapting analyzation matrix that will
extrapolate and adapt based on the outcome. The computer matrix will allow for
the new information to be incorporated into its current tactical database."
Bradley considered Sovaak's words, "Essentially, we'll be able to re-create the
Discovery's tactical computer from the ground up."
"Precisely, Mr. Bradley," Sovaak replied to the woman. "I am pleased that you
share my thoughts." Given the continued evenness of his tone and lack of
emotional expression on his face, the Vulcan managed to make his statement of
being pleased slightly ironic. "If we program it into the adapting matrix, as
you say, 'from the ground up', then we should be able to provide the program
with the ability to grow more difficult each time it is run. In effect, the
tactical systems will continue learning from our responses and we will continue
learning from the new challenges presented each time."
Sovaak paused, his eyebrow lifting as he considered the efficiency of the
simplistic, yet complex programming endeavor. "Intriguing. We should begin work
at once. Mr. Dakin; please begin programming the holodeck simulation. Once you
have completed the structure of the bridge simulation, I will provide you with
the first tactical scenario to program. Mr. Bradley; I will begin analyzing the
current tactical modeling to determine areas where the system is lacking.
Meanwhile, please begin programming the matrix we discussed. Let me know if you
have any questions."
The two specialists got to work, Dakin first taking the time to give Sovaak a
brief tour of Secondary Weapons Control. As Sovaak began his analysis of the
current tactical modeling, the computer displayed a list of historical combat
strategies and tactics from Federation history and that of its constituent
worlds, as well as those encountered or observed from both hostile and allied
powers since first contact (which very often meant the first time the Vulcans
had contacted a particular species, as Vulcans had been space-faring far longer
than many Federation species).
As they worked, the lab was relatively quiet, Bradley and Dakin interacting
occasionally to ensure that the matrix would interface effectively with the
holomatrix.
<<Sovaak>>
NRPG: Sorry for taking so long! And just skip down to where you really needed me
to RP. (sighs) Sorry. I didn't progress it mostly because, I'll leave that to
people who would know where to go.
Characters: Garrett, Jehan, McGregor, Wright
Tags: Wright, Garrett, McGregor
Location: Corridor below CNC
SNIP:
"I need to get to CNC," Rose sighed, "I've crawled up a couple of hundred decks
in the Jeffries tubes already, but if this is Science, then there's still over a
hundred to go." The thought of that to the already exhausted doctor was almost
too much, and in any case the dog wouldn't be able to climb ladders in a
confined space, assuming they could even get it up there in the first place. "I
don't know what to do. If we chanced the corridors for a while would your dog be
able to warn us if there were Cardassians close?" She paused a moment,
"Sorry...I don't know if you would even want to come with me?"
ON:
"Of course I want to go with you."
Emily was quiet, but she was loyal. She knew of the Cardassians, but she hadn't
seen any.
SNIP:
"You've seen no sign of Cardassians near here, have you?"
ON:
"No, but Octavius smelled them once or twice. They didn't really come down
here."
SNIP:
She nodded, "Okay, then let's give it a go."
ON:
Emily gently released Octavius and moved to the door controls. With a few
pushes, the doors unlocked. No emergency lock, just a simple one. She shrugged
and looked at Rose. Octavius just walked through, as if he knew what he was
supposed to do.
SNIP:
The door swished open and Rose watched Octavius in case he gave an indication
that there was anyone out there. Fortunately he didn't, and she apprehensively
peered out into the corridor before daring to step out. They would have to be as
silent as possible, and constantly on their guard.
ON:
Emily followed Rose calmly. She made sure her steps were light. The only true
sound that could be heard, beyond normal ship sounds, was Octavius's claws
clicking on the floor.
SNIP:
Though it was certainly a relief to get out of the cramped tubes, the thought of
bumping into the invaders at any moment was terrifying. Rose found she was
holding her breath and had to make a concerted effort to breathe. As they
walked, she made sure to take notice of doors and hatches - places to retreat to
should they encounter the enemy.
ON:
Emily followed quietly. She just watched Octavius for any signs of hostility.
Reaching the turbolift at the end of the corridor, Rose turned to Ensign Wright,
keeping her voice low, "This will take us as far as deck two, we'd have to get
out there and go along the corridor some to get to the turbolift for CNC, but I
think we should try it, do you?"
ON:
Octavius was still calm, so Emily nodded. "Yes."
SNIP:
"Agreed." With a deep breath they entered the lift, giving their destination and
hoping for the best. Thankfully the doors parted to reveal another deserted
corridor.
ON:
Octavius moved through the doors easily. He sniffed at the air, tail tensing a
little. Emily became wary. He only did that when he smelled someone.
SNIP:
"This way," Rose pointed to their right, "it's just along here." They rounded
the corner and there it was. So close, the turbolift was only metres away...and
then the dog began to whine.
ON:
Emily tensed and called Octavius. He immediately returned to her side. Gently
patting his side, she looked at Emily.
SNIP:
Rose turned to Emily in alarm, "Someone's coming? Quick, over here!" She
frantically pulled at the nearest Jeffries tube hatch, prising it open and
ushering Emily and Octavius inside. She had only just clambered in herself and
pulled the door to behind her when there was an unmistakable hiss of turbolift
doors opening, followed moments later by voices.
ON:
Emily tensed at the voices, Octavius wrapped up partially in her arms. His coat
shivered and she gently gripped his muzzle. She wasn't risking a vocal command.
SNIP:
"I recognize them," Rose whispered, peering through the chink in the door, "they
were in sickbay, they have the virus, I have to give them the antidote."
ON:
Emily nodded. "Octavius, at ease."
SNIP:
Carefully, Rose pushed the hatch open and slowly stepped out, hoping that she
wouldn't startle the two officers and praying that they wouldn't perceive her as
a threat and try to run away or cause a commotion. "Lieutenant Jehan, Ensign
Garrett, I'm Dr. McGregor...do you remember? And this is Ensign Wright. We're
not going to hurt you."
Aidric looked at the newcomers with some surprise. He lifted his phaser
slightly. The individuals weren't Cardassian and the woman calling herself
McGregor was familiar. He relaxed a little, but stayed on his guard. At least
they weren't shooting at him.
Tom peered down the way. He recognized the woman looking up at them from the
hatch in the wall.
"That's the…uhh… the Doctor McGregor, I think?" he wondered allowed. "I think
I remember her from that room where we found each other... I don't know who the
other one is." he strained to think if this was really the case. He sensed that
he should know this, that it was a recent event, but his memory was quickly
fading.
ON:
Emily followed a little, carefully getting out first before Octavius moved out.
Her hand was on his collar.
SNIP:
"You're both infected with a virus, that's why you're having trouble remembering
things," Rose explained, "that's what's happening to you right? You can't
remember your names? I can help you."
Aidric considered this. He perceived that McGregor wasn't lying and she seemed
to be considered for his welfare. She was seemed scared about what was going on.
He replied, "We think we figured out our names, but it's true, we can't remember
things."
"Were you the one who was taking care of us before?" asked Tom. He wanted some
assurance as to who she was, but that wouldn't come yet. The woman moved on to
her point without hesitation. There was earnestness in her demeanor that at
least did a small part to allay Tom's concerns.
"I have the antidote," she gradually reached for the small case and took out a
hypospray and a vial of serum, "some medicine that will make you better. Will
you let me help you?"
Aidric eyed the vial. He was inclined to take the risk and allow himself to be
injected with the antidote. McGregor didn't seem to be hiding anything. Whatever
the truth of the situation, she believed in everything she was saying. He
glanced at Garrett. "She's not trying to deceive us. What do you think?"
Tom looked at Aidric, then the hypospray, and finally at the Doctor. His time
with Jehan made him believe in the man's perception of others. He had a knack
for it. That, coupled with his own feelings brought the only answer in his mind.
"Let's do this." Garrett snapped the hypo from the Doctor's hands, startling her
with the sudden strike. But that was as far as he could go. He looked at the
curious device and wondered what he was to do with it. Why did he take it from
her in the first place? His instinct to act first chose to assert itself, it
would seem. He fumbled with the hypo for a few moments as the others looked on,
slightly dumbfounded but otherwise impatient given the circumstances.
Jehan reached out and gingerly removed the device from Tom's hands. Who knows
what it was? It could be dangerous to mishandle.
Aidric understood and appreciated Garrett's decisiveness. He smiled at him.
"Perhaps we should let the trained professional do her job?" he suggested.
"Right… do whatever you've got to do." Said Tom assuredly.
Breathing the tiniest sigh of relief, Rose nodded and gently pressed the
hypospray to Garret's neck before moving on to Jehan.
"Now what?" Tom asked.
"It'll take a couple of minutes before the virus is completely eradicated from
your brains, but you should be starting to feel an improvement immediately? "
she asked hopefully.
Aidric could certainly feel something happening. Images and feelings began
emerging in his mind like pieces being placed in a puzzle. He breathed in
sharply as things began to make sense again. All of a sudden he knew who he was,
where he was, and the implications of the situation they were all in. He felt a
huge sense of relief. The situation was still daunting, but at least he had some
information with which to work.
ON:
Emily mostly just watched and listened. She didn't really feel like she should
talk. Petting Octavius calmly, she watched them. They seemed to be getting their
memories back. Or whichever.
Emily barely managed to suppress a sigh over that.
<Garrett>
SNIP:
"Commanders Davenport and t'Valdran have been captured, they were in sickbay
when the Cardassians stormed in," Rose told them when she was sure that their
minds were starting to clear, "I was trying to get to Lt. Suvok to tell him."
"We've just been in CNC," Aidric responded. "The place is crawling with
Cardassians." Aidric frowned bacause it felt like the inside of his head was
crawling with something. He looked at the other officers, one by one. His
perceptions of their thoughts and feelings was changing. Moments ago, he could
sense them crystal-clear. Now, it was though he was trying to hear someone talk
through water. He looked at McGregor, his mouth open to mention that he hadn't
seen Suvok, when his perception disappeared entirely. One moment he could feel
McGregor's concern and uncertainty, the next he couldn't sense her at all. He
looked at Wright and felt nothing. He glanced at Garrett, also nothing.
ON:
Emily blinked as Aidric stared at her. Octavius maneuvered a little, stepping
more into the focus. She looked around and shook her head. "Well, I guess we
need a different plan."
The words came out through a distracted mind. She was thinking about something
else. `Wait…Suvok? He's in trouble?' she thought.
Her fingers twitched and Octavius leaned against her leg.
<Garrett>
ON:
Rose's heart sank. Of course the Cardassians were already in CNC, it made sense
they would make it their priority. She could only pray that Suvok had managed to
escape somehow, but it was far more likely that he was now captive, or even
worse...she didn't want to think of that possibility.
"Doctor, something..." Aidric began before being cut off by the growing noise.
He felt sick, nausea slamming into him so hard that he had to grab the bulkhead
to stay on his feet. He struggled to focus. Whatever might be going on in his
mind would have to wait. They had to find someway to defend themselves and
retake the station. That was his priority.
ON:
Emily turned, watching as he stumbled. "Sir, are you all right?"
<Garrett>
SNIP:
In the distance Rose could hear a low hum, which within seconds grew into a roar
and the unmistakable sound of hostile voices and charging forces intent on
attack. They couldn't stay here and they couldn't go along the corridor towards
the noise. They had only two choices - to take the turbolift down, or to make a
run for the Jeffries tubes they'd just exited. Rose looked at the three officers
in turn, "Which way now?"
"We know the station better than they do. We need to find a defensible space
where we can tap into the computer and start making things difficult for the
Cardassians," Aidric replied. Garrett was good with the computer and Aidric
thought he could probably manage to restablih some control of the station.
Aidric, on the other hand, would be able to use the security systems to isolate
the invaders and, ideally, neutralize their presence in key areas. Hopefully
McGregor and Wright could develop a compound they could introduce into the
environmental systems that would send the Cardies off to a nice nap. At any
rate, they had to get moving.
ON:
Emily turned toward the sound as Octavius growled a little. She pulled on the
collar a little. "Easy boy."
She looked around, trying to find something to go to. "Okay, I'm with Dr.
McGregor on this. Which way do we go?"
<Garrett, McGregor>
Ensign Emily Wright
Science Officer
Starbase Horizon
Characters: Garrett, Jehan, McGregor, Wright
Tags: Wright, Garrett, McGregor
Location: Corridor below CNC
"Let's do this." Garrett snapped the hypo from the Doctor's hands, startling her
with the sudden strike. But that was as far as he could go. He looked at the
curious device and wondered what he was to do with it. Why did he take it from
her in the first place? His instinct to act first chose to assert itself, it
would seem. He fumbled with the hypo for a few moments as the others looked on,
slightly dumbfounded but otherwise impatient given the circumstances.
Jehan reached out and gingerly removed the device from Tom's hands. Who knows
what it was? It could be dangerous to mishandle.
Aidric understood and appreciated Garrett's decisiveness. He smiled at him.
"Perhaps we should let the trained professional do her job?" he suggested.
"Right… do whatever you've got to do." Said Tom assuredly.
Breathing the tiniest sigh of relief, Rose nodded and gently pressed the
hypospray to Garret's neck before moving on to Jehan.
"Now what?" Tom asked.
"It'll take a couple of minutes before the virus is completely eradicated from
your brains, but you should be starting to feel an improvement immediately? "
she asked hopefully.
Aidric could certainly feel something happening. Images and feelings began
emerging in his mind like pieces being placed in a puzzle. He breathed in
sharply as things began to make sense again. All of a sudden he knew who he was,
where he was, and the implications of the situation they were all in. He felt a
huge sense of relief. The situation was still daunting, but at least he had some
information with which to work.
<Garrett, Wright>
"Commanders Davenport and t'Valdran have been captured, they were in sickbay
when the Cardassians stormed in," Rose told them when she was sure that their
minds were starting to clear, "I was trying to get to Lt. Suvok to tell him."
"We've just been in CNC," Aidric responded. "The place is crawling with
Cardassians." Aidric frowned bacause it felt like the inside of his head was
crawling with something. He looked at the other officers, one by one. His
perceptions of their thoughts and feelings was changing. Moments ago, he could
sense them crystal-clear. Now, it was though he was trying to hear someone talk
through water. He looked at McGregor, his mouth open to mention that he hadn't
seen Suvok, when his perception disappeared entirely. One moment he could feel
McGregor's concern and uncertainty, the next he couldn't sense her at all. He
looked at Wright and felt nothing. He glanced at Garrett, also nothing.
<Garrett, Wright>
Rose's heart sank. Of course the Cardassians were already in CNC, it made sense
they would make it their priority. She could only pray that Suvok had managed to
escape somehow, but it was far more likely that he was now captive, or even
worse...she didn't want to think of that possibility.
"Doctor, something..." Aidric began before being cut off by the growing noise.
He felt sick, nausea slamming into him so hard that he had to grab the bulkhead
to stay on his feet. He struggled to focus. Whatever might be going on in his
mind would have to wait. They had to find someway to defend themselves and
retake the station. That was his priority.
<Garrett, Wright>
In the distance Rose could hear a low hum, which within seconds grew into a roar
and the unmistakable sound of hostile voices and charging forces intent on
attack. They couldn't stay here and they couldn't go along the corridor towards
the noise. They had only two choices - to take the turbolift down, or to make a
run for the Jeffries tubes they'd just exited. Rose looked at the three officers
in turn, "Which way now?"
"We know the station better than they do. We need to find a defensible space
where we can tap into the computer and start making things difficult for the
Cardassians," Aidric replied. Garrett was good with the computer and Aidric
thought he could probably manage to restablih some control of the station.
Aidric, on the other hand, would be able to use the security systems to isolate
the invaders and, ideally, neutralize their presence in key areas. Hopefully
McGregor and Wright could develop a compound they could introduce into the
environmental systems that would send the Cardies off to a nice nap. At any
rate, they had to get moving.
<Garrett, Wright, McGregor>
Lt(JG) Aidric Jehan
Chief of Security
Starbase Horizon
"Ensign Ardin to Commander Almeida."
"Almeida here," the XO responded, pleased that it hadn't taken too long for the
young engineer to get back to him.
"The warp engines shut down because of an overloaded plasma injector. The plasma
backed up into the reaction chamber and disrupted the matter/antimatter balance
causing it to shut down. Request permission to begin venting plasma and attempt
a restart of the warp core."
"Does Lt. Rokar concur with your assessment?"
"I have not checked with him yet."
"I see," Carlos nodded, "Ensure that he is in agreement, and then you have
permission to go ahead."
"Yes, sir."
"What timescale are we talking about?" he asked, keen to have the ship back at
full operating speed before Admiral Robinson returned to the bridge.
"I'd estimate around ten minutes to clear the injectors and another ten or so
minutes to restart the core."
"Understood. Keep me informed, Almeida out."
James tapped his comm badge and proceeded to check with the Admiral.
"Ensign Ardin to Lieutenant Rokar."
<Rokar>
"The warp core is offline due to plasma backing up into the reaction chamber.
This was caused by an overloaded plasma injector. I have a plan to restart them
within twenty minutes. If I can vent the excess plasma from the chamber and
clear the injectors the matter/antimatter reaction can be restarted."
<Rokar>
"Yes, sir, Commander Almeida has approved."
<Rokar>
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Ensign James Ardin
Engineer
USS Dauntless
Tags: Wright, Garrett, Jehan
Location: Corridor below CNC
"I have the antidote," she gradually reached for the small case and took out a
hypospray and a vial of serum, "some medicine that will make you better. Will
you let me help you?"
Aidric eyed the vial. He was inclined to take the risk and allow himself to be
injected with the antidote. McGregor didn't seem to be hiding anything. Whatever
the truth of the situation, she believed in everything she was saying. He
glanced at Garrett. "She's not trying to deceive us. What do you think?"
Tom looked at Aidric, then the hypospray, and finally at the Doctor. His time
with Jehan made him believe in the man's perception of others. He had a knack
for it. That, coupled with his own feelings brought the only answer in his
mind.
"Let's do this." Garrett snapped the hypo from the Doctor's hands, startling
her with the sudden strike. But that was as far as he could go. He looked at
the curious device and wondered what he was to do with it. Why did he take it
from her in the first place? His instinct to act first chose to assert itself,
it would seem. He fumbled with the hypo for a few moments as the others looked
on, slightly dumbfounded but otherwise impatient given the circumstances.
Jehan reached out and gingerly removed the device from Tom's hands. Who knows
what it was? It could be dangerous to mishandle.
<Jehan>
"Right… do whatever you've got to do." Said Tom assuredly.
Breathing the tiniest sigh of relief, Rose nodded and gently pressed the
hypospray to Garret's neck before moving on to Jehan.
"Now what?" Tom asked.
"It'll take a couple of minutes before the virus is completely eradicated from
your brains, but you should be starting to feel an improvement immediately?" she
asked hopefully.
<Garrett, Jehan, Wright>
"Commanders Davenport and t'Valdran have been captured, they were in sickbay
when the Cardassians stormed in," Rose told them when she was sure that their
minds were starting to clear, "I was trying to get to Lt. Suvok to tell him."
<Garrett, Jehan, Wright>
Rose's heart sank. Of course the Cardassians were already in CNC, it made sense
they would make it their priority. She could only pray that Suvok had managed
to escape somehow, but it was far more likely that he was now captive, or even
worse...she didn't want to think of that possibility.
<Garrett, Jehan, Wright>
In the distance Rose could hear a low hum, which within seconds grew into a roar
and the unmistakable sound of hostile voices and charging forces intent on
attack. They couldn't stay here and they couldn't go along the corridor towards
the noise. They had only two choices - to take the turbolift down, or to make a
run for the Jeffries tubes they'd just exited. Rose looked at the three
officers in turn, "Which way now?"
<Garrett, Jehan, Wright>
Lt. Rose McGregor
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Ardin
Location: Bridge
"Ensign Ardin to Commander Almeida."
"Almeida here," the XO responded, pleased that it hadn't taken too long for the
young engineer to get back to him.
"The warp engines shut down because of an overloaded plasma injector. The plasma
backed up into the reaction chamber and disrupted the matter/antimatter balance
causing it to shut down. Request permission to begin venting plasma and attempt
a restart of the warp core."
"Does Lt. Rokar concur with your assessment?"
<Ardin>
"I see," Carlos nodded, "Ensure that he is in agreement, and then you have
permission to go ahead."
<Ardin>
"What timescale are we talking about?" he asked, keen to have the ship back at
full operating speed before Admiral Robinson returned to the bridge.
<Ardin>
"Understood. Keep me informed, Almeida out."
<Ardin>
Commander Carlos Almeida
Executive Officer
USS Dauntless
Location: Security Chief's Office, Corridors, Secondary Weapons Control
Tags: Mike (Sh'Rahl, NPCs)
*SNIP*
"I have just the project for you, Ensign. Accompany me, please," the security chief said as he moved from behind his desk, through the door, and out into the corridor.
"Yes, Sir," Sovaak said, falling into step behind the security chief.
"Dauntless is a good ship and, fortunately, being an admiral's flagship and one of our most advanced vessels in the DQ, she hasn't fallen short of the maintenance attention she needs. As you may imagine, however, our crew rotation cycle isn't as smooth as Alpha or Beta Quadrant ships," Sh'Rahl explained as they walked down the corridor.
The Vulcan arched an eyebrow as he considered the statement. It was a logical result of their situation on the frontier, away from the heart of Federation space. "It is not uncommon for deep space vessels and outposts to suffer a lack of efficiency due to the distance from Starfleet Headquarters and our more populated sectors. Traditionally, crew circulation is most affected."
"Precisely," he responded. "Occasionally, we are understaffed. We recently did a complete overhaul of our tactical computer systems. Well, that's simplifying things. What we did is take the tactical systems apart completely and put them back together with enhanced subroutines and updated programming. The system works 100%, but the tactical modeling it is producing is based on its own logic and extrapolations from aggregate combat history. What it needs is to be put through its paces by being challenged with situations that are not necessarily predictable. Do you understand my meaning, Ensign?"
"I believe so, Sir." Sovaak paused and glanced thoughtfully toward his superior. "Tactical simulations; war games."
"I'd like you to coordinate the testing team and run simulations that will challenge the computer to be able to support our officers in unconventional and unusual approaches to tactics. This would be an excellent opportunity to get some of the crew in for some simulation training, so you might consider holodeck simulations where you can work with both the computer and the crew. I'll leave it to your judgement, Ensign. Any questions?"
"Not at this time, Commander."
Sh'Rahl approached a door marked 'Secondary Weapons Control.' He turned to Sovaak.
"You can work from here. You'll have access to the computer systems and the team working on the tactical computer systems has been working from here, so you'll be able to ask them questions or have their help in making programming changes."
"Excellent," Sovaak said, his voice as even as ever. "I will begin work immediately. When would you like my report?"
<Sh'Rahl>
"Understood." Having received his orders, Sovaak walked into the Secondary Weapons Control room to begin his work. He took a moment to survey his surroundings, familiarize himself with the systems at his disposal.
Two crewmen were at work at one of the stations and they looked up as he entered. One was a Bajoran man, the other a human woman; both wore yellow uniforms, likely operations or engineering. While either of them could have been security or tactical, Sovaak observed that they were working on programming the systems and most likely specialized in another field.
No doubt, their assistance would be useful.
"I am Ensign Sovaak," the Vulcan offered. "I have been assigned to test the computer's tactical systems. I will require your assistance."
<Mike>
Sovaak nodded in response to each of their greetings, noting each of their names. "Are you currently the only crewmen assigned to this station?"
<Mike>
"I see," the Vulcan replied. "Given our situation, I am certain there is much to be done to prepare for the coming conflict. However, the three of us should be enough to accomplish the task. Do either of you have experience with holoprogramming?"
<Mike>
"Very well," Sovaak replied to the Bajoran, Mr. Dakin. He then turned his scrutinizing gaze to the woman, crewman Bradley. "And do you have experience programming advanced computer algorithms?"
<Mike>
Sovaak nodded, his brow arched. "That will suffice. We will design a series of holodeck simulations to challenge crew members in a variety of tactical scenarios. We will then program an adapting analyzation matrix that will extrapolate and adapt based on the outcome. The computer matrix will allow for the new information to be incorporated into its current tactical database."
<Mike>
"Precisely, Mr. Bradley," Sovaak replied to the woman. "I am pleased that you share my thoughts." Given the continued evenness of his tone and lack of emotional expression on his face, the Vulcan managed to make his statement of being pleased slightly ironic. "If we program it into the adapting matrix, as you say, 'from the ground up', then we should be able to provide the program with the ability to grow more difficult each time it is run. In effect, the tactical systems will continue learning from our responses and we will continue learning from the new challenges presented each time."
Sovaak paused, his eyebrow lifting as he considered the efficiency of the simplistic, yet complex programming endeavor. "Intriguing. We should begin work at once. Mr. Dakin; please begin programming the holodeck simulation. Once you have completed the structure of the bridge simulation, I will provide you with the first tactical scenario to program. Mr. Bradley; I will begin analyzing the current tactical modeling to determine areas where the system is lacking. Meanwhile, please begin programming the matrix we discussed. Let me know if you have any questions."
Location: Sickbay
Tags: No-one, solo post
NRPG: Saw the opportunity to jump into the action, obviously this occurs when
Evek has taken Davenport & T'Valdran and leaves the guards to finish off the
medical staff.
RP:
Gul Evek was gone with his prisoners, gone without a backward glance. He had
given the guards their orders, leave no-one alive, no-one here was useful, after
all. Glinn Emlek was a good loyal guard, the Gul said kill them all, she would
kill them all. At least that was the image she projected, fierce unswerving
loyalty. The other three were the same, they had joined this rebellion to bring
a new age of glory to Cardassia. And if it meant killing a few pathetic
creatures...so be it. That was the plan, and it was a good plan, would have
succeeded.
Except as the other guards took aim Emlek turned her weapon on them. And they
were shot before they knew she had betrayed them or could even react.
Emlek barely glanced at the prisoners, she quickly went to Mansi..no pulse.
Checked Yenesi, dead too, same with Vogul. Much as she hated wasting good
Cardassian lives....she had a job to do.
"You do not have to worry about them." She finally made eye contact with one of
the medical staff. "They are quite dead." Judging by the human's expression he
was expecting to be shot still. She sighed.
"I do not have time to explain but –" Emlek quickly checked the door, good, no
one had noticed, "They are a rogue group, the Central Command does not support
them. And some of us were trying to stop them by infiltration, we were just too
late -" She took the weapons from the dead guards and slid them over to the
hostages. "Keep those, secure this place when I go. Do not let any Cardassian in
except me, I will try to stop them from killing anyone else."
The human, still looking somewhat suspicious, had picked up a pulse rifle. "I
guess we should thank you for the rescue."
Oddly she laughed, "Oh yes, if any of us survive this be sure to thank the
Obsidian Order, we do not get much – appreciation." Then she paused, "However if
you can get word to any of your people, would you tell them not to shoot me? I
would rather not be caught in a misunderstanding..."
The human nodded agreement, adding: "And your name?"
"Emlek." With that she gave a deliberately polite bow and left, they could keep
Sickbay secure she hoped. For her part she needed to decide whether to stay here
on Horizon and prevent further slaughter or go back to the ship and prevent an
interrogation. More importantly - were there any other agents around...
Glinn Rati Emlek
Agent of the Obsidian Order
"I need to get to CNC," Rose sighed, "I've crawled up a couple
of hundred decks in the Jeffries tubes already, but if this is Science, then
there's still over a hundred to go." The thought of that to the already
exhausted doctor was almost too much, and in any case the dog wouldn't be able
to climb ladders in a confined space, assuming they could even get it up there
in the first place. "I don't know what to do. If we chanced the corridors
for a while would your dog be able to warn us if there were Cardassians
close?" She paused a moment, "Sorry...I don't know if you would even
want to come with me?"
<Wright>
"You've seen no sign of Cardassians near here, have you?"
<Wright>
She nodded, "Okay, then let's give it a go."
<Wright>
The door swished open and Rose watched Octavius in case he gave an indication
that there was anyone out there. Fortunately he didn't, and she apprehensively
peered out into the corridor before daring to step out. They would have to be
as silent as possible, and constantly on their guard.
<Wright>
Though it was certainly a relief to get out of the cramped tubes, the thought
of bumping into the invaders at any moment was terrifying. Rose found she was
holding her breath and had to make a concerted effort to breathe. As they
walked, she made sure to take notice of doors and hatches - places to retreat
to should they encounter the enemy.
<Wright>
Reaching the turbolift at the end of the corridor, Rose turned to Ensign Wright,
keeping her voice low, "This will take us as far as deck two, we'd have to
get out there and go along the corridor some to get to the turbolift for CNC,
but I think we should try it, do you?"
<Wright>
"Agreed." With a deep breath they entered the lift, giving their
destination and hoping for the best. Thankfully the doors parted to reveal
another deserted corridor.
<Wright>
"This way," Rose pointed to their right, "it's just along
here." They rounded the corner and there it was. So close, the turbolift
was only metres away...and then the dog began to whine.
<Wright>
Rose turned to Emily in alarm, "Someone's coming? Quick, over here!"
She frantically pulled at the nearest Jeffries tube hatch, prising it open and
ushering Emily and Octavius inside. She had only just clambered in herself and
pulled the door to behind her when there was an unmistakable hiss of turbolift
doors opening, followed moments later by voices.
<Wright>
"I recognize them," Rose whispered, peering through the chink in the
door, "they were in sickbay, they have the virus, I have to give them the
antidote."
<Wright>
Carefully, Rose pushed the hatch open and slowly stepped out, hoping that she
wouldn't startle the two officers and praying that they wouldn't perceive her
as a threat and try to run away or cause a commotion. "Lieutenant Jehan,
Ensign Garrett, I'm Dr. McGregor...do you remember? And this is Ensign Wright.
We're not going to hurt you."
Aidric looked at the newcomers with some surprise. He lifted his phaser slightly.
The individuals weren't Cardassian and the woman calling herself McGregor was
familiar. He relaxed a little, but stayed on his guard. At least they weren't
shooting at him.
Tom peered down the way. He recognized the woman looking up at them from
the hatch in the wall.
“That’s the…uhh…
the Doctor McGregor, I think?” he wondered allowed. “I
think I remember her from that room where we found each other... I don’t
know who the other one is.” he strained to think if this was really the
case. He sensed that he should know this, that it was a recent event, but
his memory was quickly fading.
< Wright>
"You're both infected with a virus, that's why you're having trouble
remembering things," Rose explained, "that's what's happening to you
right? You can't remember your names? I can help you."
Aidric considered this. He perceived that McGregor wasn't lying and she seemed
to be considered for his welfare. She was seemed scared about what was going
on.
He replied, "We think we figured out our names, but it's true, we can't
remember things."
“Were you the one who was
taking care of us before?” asked Tom. He wanted some
assurance as to who she was, but that wouldn’t come yet. The woman
moved on to her point without hesitation. There was earnestness in her demeanour
that at least did a small part to allay Tom’s concerns.
"I have the antidote," she gradually reached for the small case and
took out a hypospray and a vial of serum, "some medicine that will make
you better. Will you let me help you?"
Aidric eyed the vial. He was inclined to take the risk and allow himself to be
injected with the antidote. McGregor didn't seem to be hiding anything.
Whatever the truth of the situation, she believed in everything she was saying.
He glanced at Garrett. "She's not trying to deceive us. What do you think?”
Tom looked at Aidric, then the hypospray,
and finally at the Doctor. His time with Jehan made him believe in the
man’s perception of others. He had a knack for it. That,
coupled with his own feelings brought the only answer in his mind.
“Let’s do this.” Garrett
snapped the hypo from the Doctor’s hands, startling her with the sudden
strike. But that was as far as he could go. He looked at the
curious device and wondered what he was to do with it. Why did he take it
from her in the first place? His instinct to act first chose to assert
itself, it would seem. He fumbled with the hypo for a few moments as the
others looked on, slightly dumbfounded but otherwise impatient given the
circumstances.
Jehan reached out and gingerly removed the
device from Tom’s hands. Who knows what it was? It could be
dangerous to mishandle.
<Jehan>
“Right… do whatever you’ve
got to do.” Said Tom assuredly. The Doctor reached out and
pressed the device against Tom’s neck. She did the same to
Jehan.
“Now what?” Tom asked.
<Wright, Jehan, McGregor>
Ensign Thomas Garrett Operations Officer
Starbase Horizon
Location: Security Chief's Office, Corridors, Secondary Weapons Control
Tags: Sovaak
*SNIP*
"You are correct, Commander," Sovaak replied. Being idle was an idea that was
most unpleasant to the Vulcan, if there were duties to be performed. "Since an
early age, my father has trained me in the Vulcan martial arts. I am quite
capable in the forms of the Suus Mahna, including it's most lethal applications,
such as tal-shaya. I have also engaged in games of strategy and tactical
training. During my time in the academy, I attended extra classes in combat,
battlefield strategy, and starship warfare and tactical scenarios. I am prepared
to begin my duties immediately; please, feel free to "put me to work" at your
earliest convenience, sir."
Sh'Rahl was impressed with the new officer. He imagined he'd keep his cool in a
fire-fight and approach a battle with a calm and collected attitude. Definitely
an asset to a security or tactical unit.
"I have just the project for you, Ensign. Accompany me, please," the security
chief said as he moved from behind his desk, through the door, and out into the
corridor.
<Sovaak>
"Dauntless is a good ship and, fortunately, being an admiral's flagship and one
of our most advanced vessels in the DQ, she hasn't fallen short of the
maintenance attention she needs. As you may imagine, however, our crew rotation
cycle isn't as smooth as Alpha or Beta Quadrant ships," Sh'Rahl explained as
they walked down the corridor.
<Sovaak>
"Precisely," he responded. "Occasionally, we are understaffed. We recently did a
complete overhaul of our tactical computer systems. Well, that's simplifying
things. What we did is take the tactical systems apart completely and put them
back together with enhanced subroutines and updated programming. The system
works 100%, but the tactical modeling it is producing is based on its own logic
and extrapolations from aggregate combat history. What it needs is to be put
through its paces by being challenged with situations that are not necessarily
predictable. Do you understand my meaning, Ensign?"
<Sovaak>
"I'd like you to coordinate the testing team and run simulations that will
challenge the computer to be able to support our officers in unconventional and
unusual approaches to tactics. This would be an excellent opportunity to get
some of the crew in for some simulation training, so you might consider holodeck
simulations where you can work with both the computer and the crew. I'll leave
it to your judgement, Ensign. Any questions?"
<Sovaak>
Sh'Rahl approached a door marked 'Secondary Weapons Control.' He turned to
Sovaak.
"You can work from here. You'll have access to the computer systems and the team
working on the tactical computer systems has been working from here, so you'll
be able to ask them questions or have their help in making programming changes."
<Sovaak>
Lt. Cmdr. Sh'Rahl
Chief of Security
USS Dauntless
The doors to the turbolift opened. Tom and Jehan sprung out, taking aim at
their designated targets. The group was quickly felled but an unfortunate turn
sent the duo scurrying back into the lift, as another ten Cardassians came
rushing in. The doors closed behind them and the two men looked at each other
as they pondered their next move. They were pinned down. They could use the
lift to go somewhere else, but they felt that the CNC was important. Given the
resistance, so did the Cardassians.
Aidric sighed. "If we wait here, the Cardassians are going to carve that
door open. Let's head down a level and regroup."
Tom nodded in agreement. He
wasn’t pleased that they could not reach the CNC, regardless of whether
he knew what it was. There was this sense that he didn’t like
losing. It was an uncommon feeling. Fear and happiness felt normal,
despite the confusion, but being unable to win the battle unnerved him some.
The turbolift dropped, the doors parted, and the two men stood in between them,
not letting them close. That way, the Cardassians wouldn't be able to use the
lift and Jehan and Garrett wouldn't have to wait to use it when they were ready
to make their next move.
Aidric crossed his arms and looked at his friend. "So we've got ten up
there and no idea if there are any more on their way..."
“I told you to take the 5 on
the left.” Said Tom jokingly. He wanted to shake this
feeling. There had to be a way to clear a path. “There should
be another way in. There has to be.”
He nodded and looked down at the deck plating. He wondered if this was the
scope of his existence. Was there more to him than people trying to attack him
and him attacking back? It wasn't the time to be philosophical and he opted not
share his musings with Thomas.
"I doubt we've got a lot of time. At least some of them will come after
us. Any ideas on how to get up there and not got shot on arrival?
“Do you know if there’s a
back door? A side door? A skylight?” Tom rambled off, with no
sense that any of his quick suggestions could work. The two knew only
what they had already seen and done. Until they are exposed to anything
else, their perceptions would be limited.
“Maybe if he head down this corridor,
we can find another lift that…” Tom was cut off by a voice
creeping up at them from down the way…
Ensign Thomas Garrett
Operations Officer
Starbase Horizon
Tags: Commander Almeida
Location: Dauntless Engineering
NRP: Sorry I didn't notice the tag. I'll try to mix my new orders and the warp
engine problem. This post has a little bit of a time problem, but I'll try to
make it sound as if the engines went off line right after my work. The anomalous
readings are from earlier in the day so it should fit well together. I don't
know much about the maintenance of a warp drive so I just winged the repairs. I
deleted my first draft of this which I accidentally posted with the original
title. Hopefully it wasn't sent out.
RP:
James tapped his comm badge and said, "Ensign Ardin to Lieutenant Rokar."
"Yes Ensign?" he said, making no attempt to shroud the irritation in his voice.
"I have completed your tasks and require new orders."
The new officer had completed his assigned tasks sooner than anticipated. Rokar
was pleased by the timeliness of the work and viewed this achievement as a
tactical advantage. The officer was now ready for more.
"Ensign," he started, his Klingon tone was blunt and powerful. Even a request
sounded like an order. "Verify the anti-matter reaction chamber. There was an
anomalous reading earlier today. Since you completed you tasks so promptly, you
have proven you are a capable officer. Ensure that the chamber is properly
calibrated. When the battle begins we must be able to rely on the warp engines,
lest we should be stranded while others die with honour."
"Yes, sir," James replied.
The Ensign started walking over to the warp core to take a look at the reaction
chamber's status. He tapped a few times on the console. The warp core had gone
offline
"Almeida to Engineering," he barked.
"Ensign Ardin here, sir."
Surprised that it was not the Klingon Chief Engineer who answered, Almeida
continued, "Ensign Ardin, what has happened to our warp engines?"
"The matter/antimatter reaction has dropped to levels unable to sustain even the
smallest warp factor. I think it's a problem with the injectors."
"I need them back online as soon as possible," Almeida replied, "this takes
priority over everything else."
"Yes, sir. I'm working on a solution right now."
"Keep me informed. Almeida out."
James continued to analyze the data presented on the console. The warp core was
down, but no solution presented itself. He racked his brain for a fix. "I know I
learned something at the academy...think...think!" he thought. Suddenly, he was
struck with an idea. James remembered that the plasma injectors can get clogged
at times with large amounts of plasma.
He tapped a few times on the console and brought up the current information on
the plasma injectors. Just as he thought, the plasma flow had backed up into the
chamber and shut down the reaction.
James tapped his comm badge and said, "Ensign Ardin to Commander Almeida."
<Almeida>
"The warp engines shut down because of an overloaded plasma injector. The plasma
backed up into the reaction chamber and disrupted the matter/antimatter balance
causing it to shut down. Request permission to begin venting plasma and attempt
a restart of the warp core."
<Almeida>
Ensign James Ardin
Engineer
USS Dauntless
Tags: Davenport, Marek
Location: Sickbay
"Good evening erei'Riov t'Valdran. You as well, Commander Davenport." Evek
said in a mock-polite tone. "I hope you don't mind the rough handling, but it
was quite rude of you to deny us hospitality. But then again, I can't say I'm
surprised given the quality of the management...." Evek shot t'Valdran a
venomous glare.
With greater confidence than she actually felt, Isha returned the glare,
"Perhaps if you had given us some notice..." she replied coolly.
<< Davenport >>
"It seems the Federation grows more mad with every passing year." Evek
remarked. "Tell me, are you entirely comfortable having a Romulan in a position
of power Commander? Because with all due respect, this looks to me like the
beginnings of a Human joke...." That drew several barks of laughter from the
nearby Cardassian soldiers.
Isha chose to ignore the remark. There was no love lost between her and the
Cardassians. Her time as CO of S'Task had been strewn with confrontations and
battles with the despicable creatures. She'd had a front row seat to witness
the havoc they had wreaked on Starbase Phoenix, and it had taken an immense
effort, in which S'Task was pivotal, to retake the station. It was almost ironic
that she was now witnessing a similar situation from the other side. This time
she was the captive stuck on a Federation starbase, praying to the Elements that
rescuers were on the way.
<< Davenport >>
The banter was truly growing tiresome, and Evek's timeline was about to come up.
Shaking his head, Evek waved a hand to the guards. "Take Commander Davenport to
Gul Marek's ship and take erei'Riov t'Valdran to my ship, the Kritar." He
ordered.
So they were to be allowed to live - for now. If this Cardassian hadn't killed
them on the spot, then he obviously planned to interrogate them - probably under
torture. Isha stole a glance at the CO, unable to tell what was going through
his mind. For her part, she was steeling herself for what was to come.
<< Davenport >>
"And the other prisoners, my Gul?" Asked the Glinn in charge.
"Oh, the rest of them...." Evek glanced over at the group of medical personnel
huddled on the ground. "I do hate taking care of whiny medical types. Kill
them all."
Four guards hauled Davenport and t'Valdran to their feet while the remaining
guards advanced menacingly upon the remaining prisoners.
"No!" Isha was horrified, "No, there's no need for that! Look at them...they're
no threat to you, they aren't going to fight back." The dha'rudh didn't even
acknowledge her, and though Isha tried in vain to resist, she was no match for
the combined force of the guards and was roughly dragged from the room.
<< Davenport >>
Evek didn't even bother looking. He turned around as the guards charged their
rifles. He activated his comm link and left the room so that the dying screams
of the medical personnel would not interfere with his transmission.
=/\= Marek, this is Evek. We have the CNC, Davenport and t'Valdran are in
custody. Rest is just mop-ups and hostages. =/\= The conversation with those
two solids had wearied Evek even more than the fighting had. He spoke in
clipped tones and kept his sentences brief.
<< Marek >>
erei'Riov Isha t'Valdran
Executive Officer
Starbase Horizon
"I am Ensign James Ardin. Admiral Robinson told me to report to you for my
duties."
Rokar nodded, "Welcome aboard, Ensign. You're just in
time. I was about to head over to the Thermal E-M Relay. It's been acting up
for the past week, and with the ship going into battle, it will need to be
replaced. Fortunately for me, I can now take a shower and leave that task to
you."
"Seems easy enough."
"Once that's done, you can go reset the polar optimization panels so that
our
friends on the Bridge don't begin receiving electrical discharges as they
operate their consoles." Rokar continued.
"Yes, sir," James replied.
"You have two hours to complete these tasks, Ensign. This ship will likely
become involved in a glorious battle soon...I will need every available
engineer
back here manning their posts when that time comes." Rokar explained.
"I will complete your assigned tasks in the time allotted, sir,"
James said with
confidence.
As the Klingon Lieutenant walked out of engineering, James took out his PADD
and
accessed the library computer. He tapped a few times on the display and
muttered
to himself, "Excellent...This should be simple."
After deactivating his PADD he walked over to the jefferies tube entrance. He
opened the small door closing it off to the main area and crawled inside. James
looked around and waited a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the slightly
dim light. He crawled further into the tube looking for an EPS relay. James
discovered one a few feet down on the right wall.
He removed the panel protecting the thermal EM relay. He thought, "Hmm...A
burned out plasma manifold." After replacing the panel James returned to
engineering and replicated a new manifold. He then climbed back into the
cramped
jefferies tube with the replicated part. He again removed the protective panel
and began switching out the burned out manifold with the new one. After around
fifteen minutes of work James crawled out of the jefferies tube. "One
down, one
to go," He said to himself.
James walked over to an open console and scanned it trying to remember what to
do. He slowly began pressing the appropriate buttons to access the polar
optimization controls. "Reset, reset...Increase, decrease...Aha! Reset
panel
polarization! That must be it," James said under his breath. Immediately
after
pressing the button he felt a small jolt of electricity in the panel and the
computer said, "All electrical panels reset for optimum
polarization." Every
visible console flashed for millisecond and then returned to normal.
He tapped his comm badge and said, "Ensign Ardin to Lieutenant
Rokar."
Rokar grumbled to himself. He was finally stepping into the shower after
delegating the many tasks to prepare the ship for battle. He did not want
to be disturbed.
“Yes Ensign?” he said, making no attempt to shroud
the irritation in his voice.
"I have completed your tasks and require new orders."
The new officer had completed his assigned tasks sooner than anticipated.
Rokar was pleased by the timeliness of the work and viewed this achievement as
a tactical advantage. The officer was now ready for more.
“Ensign,” he started, his Klingon tone was blunt and
powerful. Even a request sounded like an order. “Verify the
anti-matter reaction chamber. There was an anomalous reading earlier
today. Since you completed you tasks so promptly, you have proven you are
a capable officer. “Ensure that the chamber is properly
calibrated. When the battle begins we must be able to rely on the warp
engines, lest we should be stranded while others die with honour.”
Location: Horizon Sickbay Characters: Evek, t'Valdran, Davenport, Marek Tags: t'Valdran, Davenport, Marek Timeline: After "We Will Bury Them"
The imposter Gul moved quickly once the trouble in the CNC had been settled. Starfleet marines running loose would have been a painful distraction for his troops, and he was glad that the fools had decided to make a stand instead of dispersing and hiding throughout the station.
The guards behind Gul Evek were now almost sprinting to catch up with their fast-moving leader. Evek issued orders even as he was running through the station, coordinating countless movements of individual units throughout the station.
The Cardassians had stopped the wholesale slaughter of station personnel by now, and were taking prisoners. The main purpose of the killings was to thin the number of prisoners the victors would eventually have to take care of.
The Cardassian attack had been a classic cordon-and-destroy maneuver, beaming in at the outer edges of the station and working inward. With the exception of sickbay, the CNC, and various other tactical targets, the Cardassian troops methodically worked their way inward towards the core of the station. The very best troopers had been beamed into the power core to prevent the Starfleet troops from destroying the station.
Evek finally arrived at Sickbay, the final destination of his assault. The troopers caught up, barely hiding their exhaustion. No one wanted to show weakness in front of the Gul.
Smiling, Evek entered sickbay and saw exactly what he wanted to see.
"Good evening erei'Riov t'Valdran. You as well, Commander Davenport." Evek said in a mock-polite tone. "I hope you don't mind the rough handling, but it was quite rude of you to deny us hospitality. But then again, I can't say I'm surprised given the quality of the management...." Evek shot t'Valdran a venemous glare.
<< t'Valdran >>
<< Davenport >>
"It seems the Federation grows more mad with every passing year." Evek remarked. "Tell me, are you entirely comfortable having a Romulan in a position of power Commander? Because with all due respect, this looks to me like the beginnings of a Human joke...." That drew several barks of laughter from the nearby Cardassian soldiers.
<< t'Valdran >>
<< Davenport >>
The banter was truly growing tiresome, and Evek's timeline was about to come up. Shaking his head, Evek waved a hand to the guards. "Take Commander Davenport to Gul Marek's ship and take erei'Riov t'Valdran to my ship, the Kritar." He ordered.
<< t'Valdran >>
<< Davenport >>
"And the other prisoners, my Gul?" Asked the Glinn in charge.
"Oh, the rest of them...." Evek glanced over at the group of medical personnel huddled on the ground. "I do hate taking care of whiny medical types. Kill them all."
Four guards hauled Davenport and t'Valdran to their feet while the remaining guards advanced menacingly upon the remaining prisoners.
<< t'Valdran >>
<< Davenport >>
Evek didn't even bother looking. He turned around as the guards charged their rifles. He activated his comm link and left the room so that the dying screams of the medical personnel would not interfere with his transmission.
=/\= Marek, this is Evek. We have the CNC, Davenport and t'Valdran are in custody. Rest is just mop-ups and hostages. =/\= The conversation with those two solids had wearied Evek even more than the fighting had. He spoke in clipped tones and kept his sentences brief.
<< Marek >>
Gul Evek
Captain
CDS Kritar
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"Ensign Sovaak, reporting for duty, Commander," the Vulcan said, standing rigid before his superior officer.
As Sh'Rahl took in the Vulcan officer standing before him, Sovaak observed that his senior officer's office was devoid of furniture. The Caitian stood at his desk, which had been heightened to a level that was more appropriate for working in a standing position. Sovaak was curious as to whether this was a normal trait of the security chief's species, or a personality trait individual to the man. In either case, Sovaak found a certain logic in it. He himself was not one given to unnecessary comforts and working was hardly the time for relaxation. Such considerations were of little concern to the Vulcan.
"At ease, Ensign," Sh'Rahl said, his felinoid tones contrasting with Sovaak's clipped and precise enunciation.
Sovaak relaxed his posture. Commander Sh'Rahl glanced at his computer terminal. "XO tells me that you'll be working with us for awhile, until the siege on Horizon is lifted." Without pause, after his matter-of-fact statement, the Caitian continued, "What brings you to Starfleet, Ensign?"
The question took him somewhat off-guard. The Vulcan's brow lifted, as he considered his response. In truth, it was a somewhat personal matter. He did not intend to avoid the question, however he preferred to keep the details to himself. "For personal reasons, I desired to leave my homeworld. I also viewed it as an opportunity to expand my knowledge and learn more of the galaxy. I had known others from my world who joined Starfleet for similar reasons and it seemed logical to follow in suit."
"I see. And Security?" The Caitian watched Sovaak with what he perceived to be curiosity, from beneath his furred brow.
"It was the most logical decision for me," Sovaak replied. "Had I not found myself assigned to Security, I would have undoubtedly pursued another tactical field, given my personal abilities. While nonviolence is always preferable, logic dictates that a person or society must be prepared to successfully engage in violence when necessary to the preservation of life."
Sh'Rahl nodded. "Fair enough. It seems, once you're on Horizon, you'll be reporting to a Lt. Jehan. Assuming he's not a casualty, that is." Sovaak noted something in the Caitian's expression that indicated a faint amusement, though he did not voice it.
"Indeed."
"Well, we've never met, but I'm sure you'll be in good paws...er, hands." Sh'Rahl stated. Sovaak detected a lack of certainty in the statement, but he did not pursue the thought. The Caitian continued. "Tell me about your training and expertise, Mr. Sovaak. I'm sure you don't want to be idle and I'm happy to put you to work."
"You are correct, Commander," Sovaak replied. Being idle was an idea that was most unpleasant to the Vulcan, if there were duties to be performed. "Since an early age, my father has trained me in the Vulcan martial arts. I am quite capable in the forms of the Suus Mahna, including it's most lethal applications, such as tal-shaya. I have also engaged in games of strategy and tactical training. During my time in the academy, I attended extra classes in combat, battlefield strategy, and starship warfare and tactical scenarios. I am prepared to begin my duties immediately; please, feel free to "put me to work" at your earliest convenience, sir."
Location: Security Chief's Office
Tags: Sovaak
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When the lift opened to deck 9, Sovaak headed down the hall until he reached the
Security Chief's office. Once more he tapped the button on the door to announce
himself with a chime. When he was asked to enter, he did so, moving to stand at
attention before Lt. Commander Sh'Rahl. The Caitian was a bulky, feline
humanoid, complete with a thick coat of fur. Sovaak had seen few Caitians in his
time, but this particular one was the largest he could recall.
"Ensign Sovaak, reporting for duty, Commander," the vulcan said, standing rigid
before his superior officer.
Sh'Rahl wasn't the type of being to sit around and when he had first set paw
into the Security Chief's office, he'd had the chairs removed and the desk
raised. Working standing up suited him best. Sh'Rahl took stock of Ensign Sovaak
as he stood before him.
"At ease, Ensign," Sh'Rahl said, his felinoid tones contrasting with Sovaak's
clipped and precise enunciation.
<Sovaak>
Sh'Rahl glanced at his computer terminal, "XO tells me that you'll be working
with us for awhile, until the siege on Horizon is lifted." As these facts were
not in question, the Caitian moved on. "What brings you to Starfleet, Ensign?"
<Sovaak>
"I see. And Security?" Sh'Rahl had known his share of Vulcan security officers
and had respect for their abilities. Still, he liked to know what motivated them
to select a dangerous, and often violent, career.
<Sovaak>
Sh'Rahl nodded. "Fair enough. It seems, once you're on Horizon, you'll be
reporting to a Lt. Jehan. Assuming he's not a casualty, that is." The security
chief had noticed that his Horizon colleague was a Betazoid. The concept of a
Betazoid security chief was quite beyond him. What kind of strategy would he
employ, listening to an opponents problems and talking him (or her, or it) out
of his aggression? Ridiculous. The very idea boggled the mind.
<Sovaak>
"Well, we've never met, but I'm sure you'll be in good paws...er, hands."
Sh'Rahl stated, hoping that would prove true.
"Tell me about your training and expertise, Mr. Sovaak. I'm sure you don't want
to be idle and I'm happy to put you to work.
<Sovaak>
Lt. Cmdr. Sh'Rahl
Chief of Security
USS Dauntless
Tags: None
Location: XO's Office
"Do you have any questions, Ensign?"
Ensign Sovaak's eyebrow lifted again for a moment as he considered the question.
His mind naturally centered on tactical matters, so he asked, "How much do we
know about the strength of the Cardassian fleet, sir?"
"Latest reports suggest a fleet of 20 Galor-class vessels," Almeida shook his
head, "Ordinarily that would be no match for Horizon. However, with the virus
aboard and shields compromised, defending the station from within will be
extremely...difficult."
"I see. I would like to mention, Commander Almeida, that I have tactical
experience and extensive training from the academy. I will, of course, report to
Lt. Commander Sh'Rahl, as assigned, but should I be needed in another capacity,
I thought it best to bring this to your attention."
Vulcans were rarely backwards in coming forwards, and allowing himself small but
genuine smile the Commander nodded. "Noted, Ensign, I'll keep that in mind."
"Understood, Commander," Sovaak replied.
"Dismissed."
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Executive Officer
USS Dauntless
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