USS Malinche NCC-38997-A

ON: <<USS Sirion, Bridge, Day 3, 1535> Lange and his entourage of security personnel re-entered the bridge to find the Borg pretty much just as they'd left them. Stepping around the nearest drone, Lange peered at the MSD display, which showed that roughly half of the ship had been assimilated, but a...

ON: < Deck 4 - USS Sirion ? 1520 hours - Day 3 > Daggerd was now walking a bit ahead of the group, having insisted on taking point as protocol desired. As was expected, the Borg drones ignored the Starfleet personnel, having determined that they were of no interest, at least not at the moment. Dagge...

<USS Sentinel, Shuttlebay, MD03, 1556> Rhys climbed into the pilot?s seat of the shuttlecraft, his mouth still full from the puffy cheese balls that he had picked up along the way, crunching noisily and getting orange powder on his uniform. ?All aboard!? he called back to Samas, powering up the craf...

<USS Sentinel, Bridge, MD03, 1540> ?Ok, I think I have an idea,? Samas had be running simulations and brainstorming for the last few minutes, ?though odds are you aren?t going to like it...? Davenport rose from his chair and turned to face the Lieutenant, ?What have you got?? ?Well the Malinche?s ma...

<USS Sentinel, Bridge, MD03, 1520> Samas had returned to the Ops station on the bridge and began looking over the most recent scans on the Sirion when something caught his eye on the Malinche. ?Commander, I think we have a problem...? Commander Davenport sighed, stood from his chair and turned to fa...

ON: <Deck 4, USS Sirion, 1520, Day 3> Lange walked slowly and cautiously along the corridor, the group of Starfleet officers from his security team and the Sirion's survivors following behind him. Daggerd was a bit ahead, having insisted on taking point. True to their nature, the Borg had largely ig...

ON: <USS Sentinel, 1400hrs , MD3> The Sentinel flew through space, sweeping gracefully around and through the slices of green phaser fire from the Borg sphere behind her. The bruised and scarred hull flashed green as it flew, clouds of smoke and gas from the hul breeches streaming behind as she went...

ON: <USS Sentinel, Transporter Room, 1400, Day 3> Lange walked into the Transporter room and was surprised to find Keane waiting there with the security personnel. "Commander, you're not scheduled for this team. Once the security personnel and I have made sure the Borg aren't going to pose a threat ...

<USS Sentinel, Probe Storage, MD03, 1452> "Ok, Sebastian is ready too!" Samas closed the tricorder and 2 engineers loaded the probe into the launcher system. They closed the hatch and pressed a series of commands into the console next to the opening, several seconds later there was a series of clunk...

<USS Sirion, somewhere, MD03, 1400 hrs> *Those borg drones sure are tenacious!* thought Jeff. He'd managed to sneak off Deck One, but didn't have a clue where he was at now. He had gone through various access points and crawl spaces and it seemed every junction point had been burnt. He couldn't tell...

<USS Sentinel, Deck 10, MD03, 1346> Samas walked with determination, his tool case in hand and every spare operations officer he had in tow, modifying the Class 5?s to act as sentries was easy and a software job, however refitting the Class 8 probes would pose more of a problem, some had specificati...

<USS Sirion, Deck 1, 1340, Day 3> Jeff hoped his message had worked. He wouldn't be able to tell and it was time to leave. Jeff headed back to his office. He needed to grab that knife he'd obtained from a Marine as a parting gift some time back. It might come in handy. "Well, perhaps we should rever...

ON: < USS Sentinel ? Armory ? 1330 hours ? Mission Day 3 > Lieutenant Blake Daggerd stood in the Armory before a small group of his finest security officers about to address them on the both dangerous and important mission they were about to embark on. Only moments ago he was sitting on the bridge b...

ON: <USS Sirion, Deck 1, MD03, 1326> Jeff had made it onto the bridge. He had scanned every inch he could with the limited range of the tricorder. Finding the bridge abandoned, Jeff entered through the doorway that led from his office to the bridge. The forward view screen was still activated. Jeff ...

ON: <USS Sentinel, Bridge, 1334, Day 3> Lange paced in front of his command chair. Davenport had come to the bridge after the change in status from yellow to red alert and was sitting calmly in his seat. Lange wished Kilana was on the bridge, but she was preparing to beam over to the Sirion with the...