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(( Attack Shuttle ))

:: Talon Commander Zhaku glanced at the members of his
attack squad. He did not like the mission he had been
given. Capturing was not his strong suit. It would be
easier to simply kill these aliens, take their ship,
and learn all they needed that way. But those were not
his orders ::

ZHAKU: All troopers, remember, we want these aliens on
the station taken alive. DO NOT use lethal force if at
all possible. We want to bring back prisoners, not
casualties.

:: The members of the team all nodded their
understanding. Zhaku was unaware of the events going
on outside, as the Blackout pulse was delivered and
they sped towards the enemy vessels and the station.
Zhaku paid attention only to the red light glowing
above the bulkhead in front of him. When that light
turned green, he would know it was time to attack, as
would the other members of his team. ::

:: The wait seemed like an eternity. Noises could be
heard outside, but still the light glowed a bright
red. Then suddenly it changed. As the light turned
green, a rush of adrenaline flowed through his body,
and the door slid open. The breaching pod on the
shuttle had secured and entry way, and he and his team
flowed through, weapons at the ready. There were no
reliable reports as to where in this structure the
aliens were, so they would have to begin a search, and
make it fast ::


TBC...




Talon Commander Zhaku
Alien Kidnapping Force

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(( Transporter Room ))

:: Sarah was glad, for once, that she was in an EV
suit. She was sure the tension and emotion in that
room was verging on toxic. she tried to block most of
it out. She needed to focus. Too much fighting, too
much bickering, too much unrest was going on among the
crew around her. It was like a slow poison,
colourless, odorless, yet nonetheless leeching into
your system. Slowly, ever so slowly it sapped the very
strength from your body. You could feel it sapping
your strength, yet you remained so utterly helpless
and powerless to stop it as it engulfed you. ::

:: Thankfully, the team stepped onto the transporter
pad. At the moment, a station of corpses couldn't be
much worse than what was going on in the. transporter
room. The only one who didn't seem entirely crazy was
the Admiral. Soon the transporter whisked them onto
the cargo area of the outpost. ::

:: There was an odd feel about it, a chill, even
though the temperature hadn't changed inside her suit
at all. An emptyness, an almost beckoning emptiness ::

ILIC: Alright, let's do this as quickly as possible.
Security, scan this area. Make sure raiders left no
surprises behind.

ILIC: Doctor, Counselor, see if you can detect any
life signs in our vicinity. Rowan and Wilson, try to
access that console over there... ::points at the
inoperative-looking piece of equipment near the exit
doors:: ...and see if you can get a reading on current
status of the Outpost. I want you to extrapolate the
quickest... and the safest route to primary computer
room.

:: Sarah turned to Aeryn to say something, but she
could tell she was reaching out, searching for signs
of life. She pulled out her tricorder and scanned.
There were strange readings, almost mirror readings.
Something was odd about the station, but she couldn't
pinpoint what it was. ::

SKYLAR:  I... There's no one else here, Co...
Commander.

ILIC: ???

SKYLAR:  Maybe, but I... I can't sense anyone.  Not
from here anyhow.

LUTJENS: I get weird readings, but it's nothing that I
can pinpoint. It's more like sensor echos and ghosts.







Lieutenant, JG. Sarah Lutjens
CMO
USS Morningstar
=====
Sigma 2: Sigma lead, this is Sigma 2, any idea what we're up against?

Sigma Lead: Well equipped strike forces, probably the 5th Donegal.

Sigma 2: That's my old unit, why would our own forces attack us?

Sigma Lead: It was inevitable, everything has changed.






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(( Bridge ))

:: T'Preen stared at the console. The results of the
sensors were strange. There definately was some sort
of intermittant reading along the edge of the nebula,
but it was nothing that appeared for any length of
time, and certainly not long enough for a positive
identification. ::

:: Then suddenly, a wave of some sort began eminiating
from the nebula. T'Preen stood up, turning to the
tactical station, where Mr. Brown was on duty in Fox's
stead. ::

T'Preen: Mr. Brown, what is that wave?

Brown: response

T'Preen: Whatever it is, it will arrive shortly. Raise
shields. Prepare to extend them around the outpost, we
have no way of knowing if this will harm the away
team. Contact Commander Ilic and inform him of the
situation.

:: She turned to see the wave impacting with the ship.
As it crashed against the shields...nothing happened.
::

T'Preen: Report? What happened?

Brown: response

:: She glanced down at the sensor display on the
command chair. It was down as well. ::

T'Preen: Sensors are down. Find out what other systems
are suffering diffulty. Contact the-

:: At that moment, she was interrupted by Brown ::

Brown: response

T'Preen: Good. Let's see what is going on.

:: As she glanced down at the sensor display, the
readout slowly transferred from fuzzy to clear, and it
displayed some kind of vessel. ::

T'Preen: Maximum shields. Red--

:: At that instant, the enemy ship opened fire.
Thankfully Brown had gotten the shields up earlier,
and had ceased to extend them around the station,
giving the ship enough defensive ability to withstand
the barrage. It rocked the ship violently, however,
and sent T'Preen tumbling awkwardly back into the
command chair. She straightened herself just as the
Captain and Fox emerged from the ready room.

HUTTON:  Report!

T’PREEN: At least one hostile vessel openin fire on us
Captain. They emitted some kind of pulse that blinded
our sensors, and disabled transporters for a brief
time, allowing them to slip in undetected and attack.

:: She stood up, relinquishing the command chair to
Hutton and moving quickly to her own station before
the enemy vessel could fire again. She left the
fighting to the command staff and tactical, and braced
herself as she reviewed the data the sensors picked up
before the wave hit them ::

:: The pulse had a definate artificial pattern to it,
nothing she had seen before. It would take more study
to determine how it worked. She continued puzzling it
over, and simultaneously forwarded the data to the
labs, where more people would be working on the
problem. ::







-----
Lt. Commander T'Preen
Chief Science Officer
USS MORNINGSTAR

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[OOC] Two quick notes: 1) Kalpana is a female. 2) Her name is listed surname
first, similar to Japanese or Bajoran names. So, her given name is Kalpana and
most folks would refer to her as Ensign Geeva. I hope this clears up some of the
confusion. : ) [/OOC]


((Mandellion System - Shuttle Heron))

::Kalpana was, to say the least, not thrilled with the past few days' events.
First, her mission to get up close and personal with a magnetar was grounded,
then her ship and station were pounded by waves of radiation, and _then_ her
ship was decommissioned right out from under her! That shock came too quickly on
the heels of disappointment and frustration for the iridian to properly cope
with. In something of a fit of pique, she had scoured the local ship registries
and, finding an opening that she was qualified for, applied for a transfer.

::At the time, she had just wanted to get as far away from the unpleasantness of
the recent past as possible. Now, however, sitting in the co-pilot's seat and
watching the readings as they enter the Mandellion system, she's starting to
have second thoughts...::

GEEVA: oO I should have waited... That astrometer position on the USS Jeremy
Black is bound to open up any day now! It could be mine... if I had not panicked
and leapt for safety at the first opportunity... I am hardly qualified to take
up another HCO position, _especially_ on a ship like the Morningstar! Pull
above, why di-.. Oo

::Her thoughts are cut off short as the bolian pilot speaks up, his deep bass
rumbling in the cabin.::

HENDRA: We're coming into range now, miss. Just another few minutes, and you'll
be home.::

::Ivar Hendra gives her a smile, obviously trying to reassure her. In truth, she
has not been the best of all possible passengers, and it would not be polite to
come aboard sulking. So, Kalpana inwardly picks herself up, returning the
bolian's terran-style smile with her own awkward rendition.::

GEEVA: I give thanks to you, Mr. Hendra, for both warning and wishes. I will
gather my belongings, then... that is to say, if you do not require my
assistance?

HENDRA: No, no, you go right ahead, miss. I'll be fine.

::With several nods in response, Kalpana rises from her seat and slowly makes
her way to the back of the shuttle, checking on her personal baggage. This trip
has been nowhere near as pleasant as the shuttle ride she took to the Wallace,
not only because of her own anxiety, but also because the shuttle's gravity was
kept at the standard 1 gravity for the entire trip. The good Mr. Hendra was
terribly prone to nausea induced by changes in gravity, and Kalpana just did not
feel right in asking him to feel sick just so she could move and breathe a
little easier. At least this ride has been shorter than the last... a day and a
half, rather than three days.::

GEEVA: oO It is a new vessel, though... a new beginning, if nothing else. I will
start anew and, with a little luck, I may even be able to switch departments. I
will not push for it this time, though. Captain Kare'en was very accommodating,
but I doubt that the captain of such a new vessel as the Morningstar will be as
willing to make exceptions for his crew. He will want me to be completely
focussed on my own responsibilities. Oo

::Kalpana sighs wistfully, rubbing her cheekbones and trying to will her growing
headache to go away.::

GEEVA: oO Why is it that, every time I board a new ship, I have a pounding
headache? Maybe it is the generators on the shuttles I take. Or I am
anticipating the shift between the artificial gravity I was used to, and what I
will encounter on the new ship. It cannot be that different, though... Maybe the
frequency. Yes, that might explain it... Oo ::she smiles slightly:: oO Granted,
that does not do one iota of good in terms of making my head stop pounding, but
at least I feel like I am doing something about it, now. Oo

::Assured that her belongings are all in order and ready to be taken off of the
shuttle, the iridian returns to her seat at the fore, just in time to catch a
double eyeful of the Ronin-class USS Morningstar and, after another moment, the
shape of an outpost that has definitely seen better days. At that sight, the
details of the recorded mission briefing that she watched come seeping back to
her.::

GEEVA: oO ...wonderful... ...absolutely wonderful... I show up just in time to
deal with a hidden foe and mysterious, impenetrable nebulae. Just once, I would
prefer something simple... Maybe a nice hull breach.. or a type-II supernova...
Oo

::A small frown worms its way onto Kalpana's face as she realizes just what she
sounds like in her head. Switching mental gears, she schools herself into a more
collected demeanor. Headache or not, desired position or not, bizarre mission or
not, she is a professional, and, Pull above, she will act like it!::



[[Time Lapse: ~20 minutes]]
((USS Morningstar - Bridge))

::Having quickly dropped off her belongings in her quarters and picked up the
PADDs with her own copies of her medical records and environmental requirements,
Kalpana took a quick turbolift ride to the bridge and quietly stepped out and to
the side, finding a quiet spot from which to observe the bridge and its layout.
Reading about something on a terminal is far different from actually being there
in person. Her mind quickly notes the various consoles and displays around the
room, pausing longingly over the science terminal, where a young ensign in blue
seems to be working on... hmm... updating the local system map, from the looks
of things. She also pauses upon sighting the HCO position, tilting her head
slightly. The console will definitely be different from what she is used to, but
at least the single console design will not be unfamiliar to her.

::It actually takes Kalpana a double handful of seconds to realize that the
Captain is not physically present on the bridge, nor does there seem to be an
officer on deck in his absence. The next logical step, then, is that he has just
stepped into his ready room for one reason or another. After all, sitting on the
bridge for hours on end can get a trifle boring now and again.

::Captain Hutton might be discussing matters of shipboard policy, or planning
the next tactical move, or... a thousand other things, some mundane and some
decidedly less so. Well, hopefully she will not be interrupting anything of dire
importance. With a nod to herself, Kalpana screws up her courage and takes a
step towards the ready room door...

::...when she quite suddenly and rudely finds herself flung up against a
bulkhead amidst a torrent of sound. She hits the wall hard and drops to the
floor, her inner eyelids snapping shut in shock and causing her vision to blur
slightly. As the red alert klaxon blares to life, the very man she had come
searching for comes running out of his ready room with a security officer on his
heels.

::Reactions driven into her at the Academy kick into the forefront of her mind
and Kalpana is soon clambering back to her feet and finding a corner to stand in
where she will be safe and out of the way. Using the turbolifts at a time like
this would be ill-advised, especially if somebody else needed to get to the
bridge in a hurry, so she is probably best off where she is. As the iridian gets
herself braced into her corner, she can hear the familiar bark-and-response that
is typical of crisis situations. If nothing else, she will apparently get to see
her new captain in action...

HUTTON: Report!

T'PREEN: Response?

::Trying to look everywhere at once, Kalpana misses the ship on the viewscreen
at first, only picking up on it just as it begins to fire. Her body tenses up as
the Captain shouts to brace for impact and, a moment later, the deck lurches
under her. Quick reflexes and a bit a luck keep the iridian on her feet,
although staying there is becoming more and more difficult.::

HUTTON: Mr. Fox!  Let's show our own teeth, shall we?

BROWN: Shields holding! Shields now down to sixty-five percent!

FOX: Firing phasers and quantum torpedoes!

FOX: I'm reading heavy damage to the vessel's forward shielding.  She is veering
off to starboard, bearing zero, zero, five mark one, one, seven.  Sensors
estimate target's defensive shielding down to forty five percent on it's forward
hull. I'm picking up reinforced shielding to the starboard side.  I'm now
detecting new target signatures sir!  She is launching fighters sir!

::It takes Kalpana almost no time at all to visualize the battle from Mr. Fox's
coordinates, although his comment that the enemy vessel is veering to starboard
is a tad confusing. It takes her a moment to realize that he is referring to the
Morningstar's starboard. So, the enemy vessel is is now going "up" and slightly
to the "right" relative to the Morningstar. That move will put its strongest
shields between the two ships, while those fighters will be far more
maneuverable than the larger, Ronin-class vessel...::

HUTTON: Good God!

FOX: Captain, recommend we launch our own fighter support!

BROWN: Shield strength down to forty-five percent!

FOX: Firing all phasers!

HUTTON: Response?

::Not to malign her own skills as a pilot or a scientist, but Kalpana has never
even set foot on a Ronin or Sovereign-class vessel before today and the middle
of a combat situation does not seem like the most ideal set of circumstances
under which to become acquainted with the Morningstar's controls and
eccentricities. Thus, she stays back in her little corner, unwilling to
interfere or distract the bridge crew. She is fully knowledgeable, however,
that if something should happen to one of the science or helm officers on the
bridge, she will have to jump in.::

---
Ensign Geeva Kalpana
HCO Officer
USS Morningstar

((Captain’s Ready Room/USS MORNINGSTAR))

HUTTON: I realize that the situation may affect him, but sooner or later, we
all have to perform our duty despite.difficulties.  Only time will tell, if
I made the right choice in giving him the lead on this assignment.

FOX: Well then sir, unless there is something else that is required of me at
this time-I'll resume my post on the bridge. Thank you for your time,
Captain.

::Hutton smiles softly and nods as Fox turns around to exit the room.::

::Suddenly, there is the sound of a loud explosion and the entire ship seems
to lurch to port!  Once Hutton regains his footing, the ship has gone to
automatic red alert.  The lights inside the room dim and the red alert siren
pumps out at full volume.  Hutton gives Fox a look of alarm and without
saying a word, the two officers run out of the Ready Room back onto the
bridge.::

::On the Bridge, there appear to be no casualties, but clearly everyone just
got back on their feet as well.::

HUTTON: (To T’Preen) Report!

T’PREEN: Response

::Hutton looks out to the main viewscreen and emerging out of the Sethian
Sea is a vessel of comparable size to the MORNINGSTAR.  A slender hulk
appears to be its main and centre structure.  Out of the structure come two
wings pointing up and diagonally from the ship’s centre.  Each of these
wings ends in a wicked knife-like edge.  Two tubes that look like thrusters
of some sort come out of the structure’s tail section.::

::A barrage of torpedoes come from the alien ship for the MORNINGSTAR;
followed by another burst of disruptor fire.::

HUTTON: All hands! Brace for impact!

::Hutton only justs get his hand on the Captain’s Chair as the shots reach
and hit the MORNINGSTAR.::

HUTTON: Mr. Fox!  Let’s show our own teeth, shall we?

FOX: Response

::Suddenly, ten small shapes appear to emerge from the sides of the alien
ship.  As they approach closer to the MORNINGSTAR, it is clear that they are
smaller versions of the alien ship…and they open fire with their own
disruptors!::

HUTTON: Good God!

ANYONE: Response

Fleet Captain Christopher Hutton
CO
USS MORNINGSTAR

(( Outpost Beta, Cargo Bay 6))

:: Kaitlyn got a bad feeling the moment they
materialized in a dimly lit, completely empty area.
She had immediately activated her tricorder and
scanned the area without moving. ::

ILIC: Alright, let's do this as quickly as possible.
Security, scan this area. Make sure raiders left no
surprises behind.

GARNER: ???

ILIC: Doctor, Counselor, see if you can detect any
life signs in our vicinity. Rowan and Wilson, try to
access that console over there... ::points at the
inoperative-looking piece of equipment near the exit
doors:: ...and see if you can get a reading on current
status of the Outpost. I want you to extrapolate the
quickest... and the safest route to primary computer
room.

ROWAN: Yes, sir.

:: She moved as quickly as the EV suit would allow her
to move.  Reaching the console, she glanced at Wilson.
::

ROWAN: First away mission?

WILSON: ?You could say that.

ROWAN:  ::smiling behind the face plate of the EV
helmet::  Don't worry.  You'll do fine.

:: She tried to activate the console, but it wouldn't
power up.  She helped Wilson remove the access panel
to the console. Jenn put down the toolkit and opened
it up.::

Wilson: Rowan, could you open up that panel over there
:: pointing to the wall :: and see if you can reroute
some power to this terminal.

Rowan: Reply

::Jenn began tinkering with the conduits and relays in
the panel and after several minutes, got power
restarted to the consul. Wilson and Rowan started
looking at the screens trying to find the best way to
the main computer room.::

Wilson: Sir, we have power back to the computers and
Rowan and I are looking for the best possible route to
the computer core. We should have something for you in
a few minutes.

Ilic: Reply

:: Wilson's see caught a quick glance of the screen
and noticed that there were twenty lifesigns instead
of ten. oO Must be some kind of glitch.Oo

Wilson: Cmdr. I have a status on the outpost.

Ilic: Reply

Wilson: We have primary power to about 50 percent of
the outpost. Weapons and shields are down and probably
not repairable. The entire outpost with the exception
of decks 2-4, sections a-h are filled with nitogen,
and sulfur dioxide along with low levels of mercury.
Nothing that the evac suits can't handle.

Ilic: Reply

Wilson: Nothing major, but the sensors aren't working
completely accurately. It's reading twenty lifesigns
instead of ten. I'll work on it right away.

Ilic: Reply

Wilson: I'll let Rowan status you on the safest route
to the computer room.

Rowan: Reply

Tag Rowan


Ensign Wilson
Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Morningstar

((Main Bridge/USS MORNINGSTAR))

HUTTON: =/\= Has your team departed for Mandellion Beta yet? =/\=

ILIC: =/\= No, Captain. We'll be departing shortly. I will contact you when
we are ready to leave. =/\=

HUTTON: =/\= Acknowledged. =/\=

::Hutton settles back in his chair and his thoughts wander back to a
peculiar chance meeting with one of the latest officers to transfer to the
MORNINGSTAR.::

(OOC: We’ve already had a conversation with Ensign Wilson about her last
sim.  Whenever you sim conversations,always leave enough room for the other
person to provide a creative response and do not try to anticipate too much
of a person’s response.  This allows all of us to partner in the process of
writing a sim, and it prevents anyone from assuming something wrongfully
about another person’s character.  Wilson, I’ve adjusted your sim to reflect
some kind of similar conversation with Hutton.)

((Flashback/Outside Sickbay/USS MORNINGSTAR))

WILSON: Sir, good to see you.

HUTTON: Yes,…(Taking a moment to recall her name) Ensign Wilson.  What are
you up to?

WILSON: Oh, I'm just waiting for my physical and duty
release.

HUTTON: Very good.  Well, I certainly hope that Ensign Ryan gives you a
clean bill of health.

WILSON: Sir, do you ever dream?

HUTTON: (Pausing)I’m sorry, Ensign.

WILSON: Do you ever feel like your dreams mean
something?

HUTTON: There are many races in the universe known for some sort of
subconscious prescience that manifests itself in dreams.  I wouldn’t put it
beyond the realm of possibility for humans either.  Have you had some sort
of particular dream yourself, Ensign?

WILSON: I saw that ship in the holodeck, but not at
the Utopia shipyards like I told the Lt. Cmdr. I saw
that in a dream I had about a year ago. And then six
months after that. I was drawn towards the Mandellion
system. I don't know why, but htere's something there
that I should, no make that need to find.

HUTTON: Interesting.

WILSON: I realize that I sent the Lt. Cmdr. on a wild
goose chase with that bogus shipyard story, but it
sounded so much more possible that having a wird
dream.

HUTTON: Well, perhaps we should just hope that whatever you are meant to
find, it will be something to overcome the violence that has already
appeared in this situation.

WILSON: Thankyou, sir.

HUTTON: (Smiling) As you were.

((Fast-forward/Main Bridge/USS MORNINGSTAR))

LIC: =/\= Ilic to Hutton. Away team is ready to leave for the station,
Captain. =/\=

HUTTON: =/\= Very good. Cmdr.  Keep us informed of your progress.  =/\=

ILIC: =/\= Understood. We'll stay in touch. Ilic out. =/\=

::With the away team underway, Lcmd. Fox steps onto the bridge and
approaches the nearby tactical officer.::

BROWN: Sir, I thought...

FOX: Change in plans. Commander Ilic has opted not to include the security
chief in the away mission.

::Hutton’s eyebrows furrow in concern as he turns to look back at Fox.::

HUTTON: Commander?  Are you alright?

FOX: Sir....I'm aware that it was a command decision on his part....sir, can
I talk to you in private?

HUTTON: Certainly.

::Hutton nods to Lcmd. T’Preen to take the center seat as he gestures for
Fox to enter the Ready Room.  Once inside, Hutton places his hands behind
his back and addresses Fox.::

HUTTON: What seems to be the problem?

FOX: Sir, I realize it was assumption on my part to think that he would have
wished the security chief to accompany the away mission. Considering that
Admiral Hollis is also with them, I certainly feel that I should be with
them as well.

::Fox pauses as if in mid-thought.::

FOX: I have never been treated with such a lack of professional respect by a
fellow officer. There is something not right with him-I don't know what it
is-and I fear that it is affecting his decision making.  I had to almost beg
him to let three of my men accompany his team....

HUTTON: Mr. Fox, I made the away team assignments.  Not Lcmd. Ilic.

FOX: Response

HUTTON: Ilic now has some security detail with him.  However, there is also
an unidentified hostile vessel in this sector of space.  I need my Chief
Tactical Officer on the bridge just in case this vessel chooses to make
another attack.  While the Admiral and others may be aboard Mandellion Beta,
I need your help to protect the rest of the crew and their civilian families
here.  I need the best on my bridge, Cmdr.

FOX: Response

HUTTON: I am sorry if Commander Ilic may have mis-treated you.  I will speak
with him afterwards.  You are correct to perceive that something is wrong.
It’s Shar.  She’s encountering some further difficulty with her child.

::Hutton pauses and turns to the Ready Room window.::

HUTTON: I realize that the situation may affect him, but sooner or later, we
all have to perform our duty despite…difficulties.  Only time will tell, if
I made the right choice in giving him the lead on this assignment.

FOX: Response

Fleet Captain Christopher Hutton
CO
USS MORNINGSTAR