ON: <<Main Bridge, USS Malinche, MD04, 0630>>
Will input a few commands into his console and checked the readouts that scrolled across. With the Sentinel destroyed, her former crew would be transferring over to the Sirion, which had been purged of Borg drones earlier that morning.
He wondered how much strength it must have taken to destroy one?s own ship. Glancing over at the two captains, he recalled how Captain Lange had so professionally and precisely targeted the Sentinel and opened fire, destroying her completely. It must have been hard, Will thought to himself, I wonder if I could ever have the strength to give that order, let alone carry it out myself.
His panel chirped and he glanced down to see a rare sight?good news. Everything was set for another mass transfer of personnel and Will could start working on the logistics of escorting the Sirion to the nearest starbase. They would need to have the tractor beam on standby and he?d need to coordinate with the Sirion regarding structural integrity field strength. As he made a mental checklist, he began to input the calculations into the computer.
Number crunching was never his favorite job, but if he got this wrong, the Sirion might end up as space debris if they ever needed to tow her. Plus, he had to account for the Borg technology already integrated into the ship?s systems. Starfleet engineers were going to have a field day. He only wished that he would have thought to analyze some of their upgrades before. Then again, he was busy trying to survive.
Shaking his head, Will returned his attention to his console as the results began to appear. This was going to take a little more work than he thought.
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ON: <USS Sentinel, Deck 5, 0430, Day 4>
For Lieutenant Blake Dagerd it seemed as though it had only been seconds since he and his men had pulled back to Deck 5 but now he was receiving orders from Captain lange to fall-back to deck for and prepare for the irradiation of decks 5-15.
As soon as the last of the Sentinel were clear Daggerd had his personnel seal all the access points between decks 5 and 4 with the exception of a single escape root cut into the ceiling of sickbay from which Lange would oversee the theta radiation attack.
After the hatch through which his men had passed up to Deck 4 was sealed Daggerd stepped up to it and opened his recorder. He then watched the display as the theta radiation levels in the corridor below spiked.
With the personnel surrounding him looking on quietly Daggerd stepped closer and put his ear to the bulkhead. However, after a few short seconds the sound of the Borg drones continuing their advance echoed from below.
Disappointed Daggerd turned to face his shipmates but could say nothing to reassure them. But the Lieutenant had only seconds before the static ridden comm system echoed the command "All hands, Abandon Ship."
After his momentary disbelief passed Daggerd barked ?You heard the Captain, all non-security personnel precede to emergency beam-out locations. The rest of you, we hold this line until the ship is clear.?
Daggerd turned back to the hatch before him, the most vulnerable, and their fore most likely, access-point for the Borg.
Moments later Daggerd stood in a deserted corridor behind the five remaining security officers, phasers drawn, and awaited the arrival of the Borg.
Unfortunately he did not have to wait very long before the Hatch blew open and Borg Drones began to flood through.
?Ready?Steady?Fire!!!? Daggerd called as the sound of phaser fire echoed through the corridor and the first wave of drones fell to the deck. But once the Borg?s shield s proved impenetrable Daggerd ordered his officers to fall-back.
However, the Borg were advancing faster than Daggerd had anticipated so in a last stitch effort Daggerd turned and targeted an exposed power conduit. The explosion rocked the entire section and sent ball of fire towards him.
It was all Daggerd could do to shield himself from the blast as he was blown down the corridor.
The last thing Blake saw before searing pain in his arms forced him into unconsciousness were his comrades standing over him.
The next thing Daggerd saw was a strange ceiling as his battle worn security officers yelled for a medical team. Daggerd?s vision then slipped into darkness once again.
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By
_________________
Lieutenant JG Blake Daggerd
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
For Lieutenant Blake Dagerd it seemed as though it had only been seconds since he and his men had pulled back to Deck 5 but now he was receiving orders from Captain lange to fall-back to deck for and prepare for the irradiation of decks 5-15.
As soon as the last of the Sentinel were clear Daggerd had his personnel seal all the access points between decks 5 and 4 with the exception of a single escape root cut into the ceiling of sickbay from which Lange would oversee the theta radiation attack.
After the hatch through which his men had passed up to Deck 4 was sealed Daggerd stepped up to it and opened his recorder. He then watched the display as the theta radiation levels in the corridor below spiked.
With the personnel surrounding him looking on quietly Daggerd stepped closer and put his ear to the bulkhead. However, after a few short seconds the sound of the Borg drones continuing their advance echoed from below.
Disappointed Daggerd turned to face his shipmates but could say nothing to reassure them. But the Lieutenant had only seconds before the static ridden comm system echoed the command "All hands, Abandon Ship."
After his momentary disbelief passed Daggerd barked ?You heard the Captain, all non-security personnel precede to emergency beam-out locations. The rest of you, we hold this line until the ship is clear.?
Daggerd turned back to the hatch before him, the most vulnerable, and their fore most likely, access-point for the Borg.
Moments later Daggerd stood in a deserted corridor behind the five remaining security officers, phasers drawn, and awaited the arrival of the Borg.
Unfortunately he did not have to wait very long before the Hatch blew open and Borg Drones began to flood through.
?Ready?Steady?Fire!!!? Daggerd called as the sound of phaser fire echoed through the corridor and the first wave of drones fell to the deck. But once the Borg?s shield s proved impenetrable Daggerd ordered his officers to fall-back.
However, the Borg were advancing faster than Daggerd had anticipated so in a last stitch effort Daggerd turned and targeted an exposed power conduit. The explosion rocked the entire section and sent ball of fire towards him.
It was all Daggerd could do to shield himself from the blast as he was blown down the corridor.
The last thing Blake saw before searing pain in his arms forced him into unconsciousness were his comrades standing over him.
The next thing Daggerd saw was a strange ceiling as his battle worn security officers yelled for a medical team. Daggerd?s vision then slipped into darkness once again.
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Lieutenant JG Blake Daggerd
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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On:
USS Malinche
Deck 6/Counseling Suite
Day 4; 10:15 hrs
"Yes," Nora assured him. "The mind has certain defense mechanisms put in place to help one cope with traumatic events. It's not uncommon for the effects of those events to appear long after the event, or the war, in your case, is over."
Aaron continued.
?After the war I?ve had ten vivid nightmares related to the war. The first one was shortly after the war ended. It was the night after I attended the funeral of a classmate who died as a result of injuries suffered during the final battle of the war. The next day I contacted Megan to get her opinion of the dream. She told me to write down what I remembered of the dream and gave me a technique to better remember any future dreams I would have. I?ve had some other bad dreams but not to the same extent as the one?s I just mentioned. I have also experienced a few flashbacks. Some very closely follow real life events while others aren?t. I haven?t had any nightmares or flashbacks lately partly due to the SSRI Dr. Mitchell prescribed for me.?
"I'm happy to hear that." She had noticed the prescription from Dr. Mitchell in her brief overview of his file. "Do you find that the medication is helpful, then? You haven't experienced any adverse side effects?"
Aaron shrugged.
?Honestly I have mixed feelings about the medication. While there have been no real side effects once my body adjusted to it, sometimes I wonder if it?s just treating the symptoms?
Truth be told, Nora had her own mixed feelings about SSRI prescriptions in general. "That's understandable. I wouldn't necessarily disagree with you in that regard," she admitted.
?I realize that as you counselors are fond of pointing out, the affects of trauma tend to be delayed but I?m still affected by my experience. I think more so from the Clara Barton than the Thunderbolt as I found myself immersed in the horror of the conflict. Even after the ceasefire as we were part of the taskforce assigned to help rebuild Cardassia. I guess what I?m trying to say is, how do you know when the affects of a traumatic experience cross the line into Post Traumatic Stress or something similar??
"From what I can see, Aaron, you have at least one symptom that does follow the criteria for PTSD," she explained. "I'd classify your nightmares as a persistent re-experience of the trauma, and that is a large part of the disorder. Some other signs are a need to avoid anything that reminds you of the war, fear of losing control, trouble sleeping, trouble with relationships of any kind, hyper vigilance, just plain anger...and the list goes on, I'm afraid."
Listening to Nora rattle of the list of symptoms, Aaron realized that PTSD was a complex problem to deal with, and most likely not something that had a one size fits all cure/treatment.
?Dr. Mitchell had a similar diagnosis, although I didn?t realize it was quite this complicated. Where do we go from here??
Nora set her PADD down, drumming her fingers on the side of her leg while she considered a moment. "I can give you a more thorough examination for post traumatic stress disorder, if you like. And if you have no objections, I'd like to start meeting with you on a regular basis. There are alternatives to medication that we can explore. Ultimately it will be up to you how we proceed, but there are more options available to you than pills alone."
?I can certainly understand your position.?
Aaron paused as he mentally reviewed the ?highlights of the counseling sessions on Atlantis.
?The original plan was to use the medication in conjunction with therapy. We had planned on doing something called, imagery rehearsal therapy; unfortunately we were quite busy during that time and before we had time to recover from it, the civilian authorities started causing trouble. To make a long story short, it was decided to drastically curtail Starfleet operations which included reassigning many personnel. Once they cut the science department I returned to the Thunderbolt while I figured out which direction to take my career. Soon after that I talked to Dr. Nissim and the decision was made to start therapy and reduce the dosage of the SSRI until I no longer took it. However fate seemed to think otherwise; we were soon called away on a priority mission and both of us had more important worries than my mental health. Consequently the medication was not reduced and therapy wasn?t started. Then I came here, which brings us to the present.?
"I see no reason we can't pick up right where you left off. I'd like to see you tapered off the medication, if at all possible, and able to control your nightmares by your own devices. Imagery rehearsal therapy can certainly help in that regard. But like I said, Aaron, we'll decide on a course that works best for you," Nora smiled.
?Sounds like a plan. I guess the last question would be when we start reducing the dosage?? Aaron seriously hoped that fate wouldn?t once again rear its ugly head and rob him of some closure.
While she would have liked to have started right away, she couldn't in good conscience lower the dosage without first gaining a better understanding of her patient and his situation. "How does your schedule look like this week? I'll need to conduct a slightly more thorough examination so we can determine your progress so far. Ominous words, I know, but I'd rather not take any chances."
While not the answer he was looking for, Aaron appreciated the doctor?s honesty.
?Hard to say, I have a feeling that we?ll be returning to a Starbase fairly soon. If that?s true than my schedule will be fairly open. I?ll let you know as soon as things settle down.?
Nora jotted down some information on her PADD.
?In that case I?ll see you then.?
The two officers shook hands before Aaron left the counseling suite to check on some things in astrometrics.
Off:
The rest of the JP by
Dr. Nora Zeral
Chief Counselor
USS Malinche
&
USS Malinche
Deck 6/Counseling Suite
Day 4; 10:15 hrs
"Yes," Nora assured him. "The mind has certain defense mechanisms put in place to help one cope with traumatic events. It's not uncommon for the effects of those events to appear long after the event, or the war, in your case, is over."
Aaron continued.
?After the war I?ve had ten vivid nightmares related to the war. The first one was shortly after the war ended. It was the night after I attended the funeral of a classmate who died as a result of injuries suffered during the final battle of the war. The next day I contacted Megan to get her opinion of the dream. She told me to write down what I remembered of the dream and gave me a technique to better remember any future dreams I would have. I?ve had some other bad dreams but not to the same extent as the one?s I just mentioned. I have also experienced a few flashbacks. Some very closely follow real life events while others aren?t. I haven?t had any nightmares or flashbacks lately partly due to the SSRI Dr. Mitchell prescribed for me.?
"I'm happy to hear that." She had noticed the prescription from Dr. Mitchell in her brief overview of his file. "Do you find that the medication is helpful, then? You haven't experienced any adverse side effects?"
Aaron shrugged.
?Honestly I have mixed feelings about the medication. While there have been no real side effects once my body adjusted to it, sometimes I wonder if it?s just treating the symptoms?
Truth be told, Nora had her own mixed feelings about SSRI prescriptions in general. "That's understandable. I wouldn't necessarily disagree with you in that regard," she admitted.
?I realize that as you counselors are fond of pointing out, the affects of trauma tend to be delayed but I?m still affected by my experience. I think more so from the Clara Barton than the Thunderbolt as I found myself immersed in the horror of the conflict. Even after the ceasefire as we were part of the taskforce assigned to help rebuild Cardassia. I guess what I?m trying to say is, how do you know when the affects of a traumatic experience cross the line into Post Traumatic Stress or something similar??
"From what I can see, Aaron, you have at least one symptom that does follow the criteria for PTSD," she explained. "I'd classify your nightmares as a persistent re-experience of the trauma, and that is a large part of the disorder. Some other signs are a need to avoid anything that reminds you of the war, fear of losing control, trouble sleeping, trouble with relationships of any kind, hyper vigilance, just plain anger...and the list goes on, I'm afraid."
Listening to Nora rattle of the list of symptoms, Aaron realized that PTSD was a complex problem to deal with, and most likely not something that had a one size fits all cure/treatment.
?Dr. Mitchell had a similar diagnosis, although I didn?t realize it was quite this complicated. Where do we go from here??
Nora set her PADD down, drumming her fingers on the side of her leg while she considered a moment. "I can give you a more thorough examination for post traumatic stress disorder, if you like. And if you have no objections, I'd like to start meeting with you on a regular basis. There are alternatives to medication that we can explore. Ultimately it will be up to you how we proceed, but there are more options available to you than pills alone."
?I can certainly understand your position.?
Aaron paused as he mentally reviewed the ?highlights of the counseling sessions on Atlantis.
?The original plan was to use the medication in conjunction with therapy. We had planned on doing something called, imagery rehearsal therapy; unfortunately we were quite busy during that time and before we had time to recover from it, the civilian authorities started causing trouble. To make a long story short, it was decided to drastically curtail Starfleet operations which included reassigning many personnel. Once they cut the science department I returned to the Thunderbolt while I figured out which direction to take my career. Soon after that I talked to Dr. Nissim and the decision was made to start therapy and reduce the dosage of the SSRI until I no longer took it. However fate seemed to think otherwise; we were soon called away on a priority mission and both of us had more important worries than my mental health. Consequently the medication was not reduced and therapy wasn?t started. Then I came here, which brings us to the present.?
"I see no reason we can't pick up right where you left off. I'd like to see you tapered off the medication, if at all possible, and able to control your nightmares by your own devices. Imagery rehearsal therapy can certainly help in that regard. But like I said, Aaron, we'll decide on a course that works best for you," Nora smiled.
?Sounds like a plan. I guess the last question would be when we start reducing the dosage?? Aaron seriously hoped that fate wouldn?t once again rear its ugly head and rob him of some closure.
While she would have liked to have started right away, she couldn't in good conscience lower the dosage without first gaining a better understanding of her patient and his situation. "How does your schedule look like this week? I'll need to conduct a slightly more thorough examination so we can determine your progress so far. Ominous words, I know, but I'd rather not take any chances."
While not the answer he was looking for, Aaron appreciated the doctor?s honesty.
?Hard to say, I have a feeling that we?ll be returning to a Starbase fairly soon. If that?s true than my schedule will be fairly open. I?ll let you know as soon as things settle down.?
Nora jotted down some information on her PADD.
?In that case I?ll see you then.?
The two officers shook hands before Aaron left the counseling suite to check on some things in astrometrics.
Off:
The rest of the JP by
Dr. Nora Zeral
Chief Counselor
USS Malinche
&
Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Bridge, 0558, Day 4>>
With everything going on, it had been anything but a quiet night shift for those on the Bridge. Then again, very little of the mission after arriving at their current location had been boring. Caitlyn (NPC) was looking forward to getting a break, even if it wouldn't last long. At the Captain's request, she'd been attempting to contact the Sirion for hours with no luck. Caitlyn heard the turbolift doors swish open and turned to see Mason walk onto the bridge - apparently the evacuation of the Sentinel crew was either finished or nearly finished.
"We are beaming off the last group of officers from the Sentinel now. Transporter room reports that medical teams are bringing injured to sickbay. Some of the crew showed small lesions of borg implants but the inoculations are working to remove them. Any luck in contacting the Sirion Caitlyn?" asked Mason taking his seat.
It was very quiet so quiet that the headache Mason had began to diminish, the anxiety was still there so was his fear of the borg.
"No, sir, I still haven't been able to reach them," she replied.
"Acknowledged, continue to trying at regular intervals we need to make contact." Ordered Mason.
Caitlyn nodded, "Of course; I'm still trying every five or ten minutes." Tapping at the console, she started to try again when she heard Turuas'ta's voice.
"Malinche, this is Ens. Akios on Sirion. Please acknowledge."
Her eyes lit up, surprised to hear her crewmate's voice, "This is Malinche, Ensign Akios. Go ahead." Caitlyn transferred the channel to the main bridge speakers, and then turned to Mason, "Sir, it's the Sirion, I'm putting them on main speakers now."
"This is Commander Hunt, its good to hear your voice Ensign. What's your status?" he asked moving to Caitlyn's station.
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
Finally! "Lieutenant," he said to Lt. JG Breland over his shoulder, "I've reached Malinche!"
Mikaela (PNPC) turned around and raised her eyebrows, "Thank goodness." She moved over to where Akios was.
"I'm on the bridge, Commander," he said into the com, and quickly listed the names of the officers with him "...as well as three Borg. They've been quiet for hours. Not sure about conditions elsewhere on the ship, sir. Internal sensors are spotty and erratic. We're picking up intermittent lifesigns elsewhere on the ship, but we're unable to detect the Borg. They began disappearing from sensors about an hour ago, and now the only ones we can detect are the ones here on the bridge. Lt. Peters was in the computer core some time ago but internal communications are still down."
She listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt the two Malinche officers, but really she was anxious to know what was going on with the Sentinel. It'd been a good while since she'd seen or heard from Kilana or James... Hopefully everything was alright.
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
Caitlyn listened to Turuas'ta's report about the Sirion. If the Borg really were gone, that would certainly make things easier, but where would they have gone to? She frowned slightly and waited for Mason's response.
"Understood, ensign at this point we can't waste time trying to figure out where they went. We are in the process of beaming the crew of the sentinel off of their ship. Can you make to a transporter room or shuttle? If not we will have to find a way to get you guys off."
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
Akios looked at Breland. "We can try, sir, however, when Lt. Hawkins used the transporter to get us away from the Borg earlier, he wasn't able to follow us through himself, for some reason. Whatever happened, we'd have to assume that that transporter room isn't an option. We would have to try for one of the other transporter rooms, and if that didn't work, continue on to the shuttle bay." Akios wasn't even sure how many transporter rooms a Nova class had. He was sure that there'd be at least one more than the one they'd used, and at least one cargo bay transporter... "If you have Sirion on your sensors, it might be possible for us to use the escape pods and follow Malinche's sensors
in."
"And what about the others?" Mikaela asked. "They're still somewhere on board. What's going on with the Sentinel?" She hoped the Malinche Officers didn't mind her cutting in to the conversation.
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
Mason thought for a moment, "Perhaps we could tap into the shuttle transporter systems tie them into our own boosting the range of both getting everyone off. That way we can cut down on transport time and refocus our efforts on getting the Sentinel crew to the Malinche"
He looked at the time clock on the computer console, "If we are going to do this we have less than five minutes." Said Mason.
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
"Excuse me, sirs," Firvan suddenly said. "I've been trying to access the command pathways since the Borg disappeared from sensors. I've been having some success--it's like there's no one updating the opposition. Maybe the Borg really have disappeared. There's a lot of damage, but I can tie in to the shuttlebay control deck. I should be able to bring a shuttle online from from here."
"Can you patch the control system through communications?"
"I think so." Firvan tapped at the panel. "Got it!"
"Then do it!" Akios turned back to the com panel. "Sirs, we're tying you in to the controls of one of Sirion's shuttles. You should be able to access the emergency transporter system."
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
"Understood, we are receiving you loud and clear. The next step here is to get your people together for one massive transport make sure you instruments are aligned we will only get one shot at this. Hunt to Kersare we are ready to begin transports."
OFF: Backpost JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Ensign Turuas'ta Akios
Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant JG Mkaela Breland (PNPC)
Damage Control Specialist
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
(played by CPO Kilana Nira)
and
Malinche NPC played by:
With everything going on, it had been anything but a quiet night shift for those on the Bridge. Then again, very little of the mission after arriving at their current location had been boring. Caitlyn (NPC) was looking forward to getting a break, even if it wouldn't last long. At the Captain's request, she'd been attempting to contact the Sirion for hours with no luck. Caitlyn heard the turbolift doors swish open and turned to see Mason walk onto the bridge - apparently the evacuation of the Sentinel crew was either finished or nearly finished.
"We are beaming off the last group of officers from the Sentinel now. Transporter room reports that medical teams are bringing injured to sickbay. Some of the crew showed small lesions of borg implants but the inoculations are working to remove them. Any luck in contacting the Sirion Caitlyn?" asked Mason taking his seat.
It was very quiet so quiet that the headache Mason had began to diminish, the anxiety was still there so was his fear of the borg.
"No, sir, I still haven't been able to reach them," she replied.
"Acknowledged, continue to trying at regular intervals we need to make contact." Ordered Mason.
Caitlyn nodded, "Of course; I'm still trying every five or ten minutes." Tapping at the console, she started to try again when she heard Turuas'ta's voice.
"Malinche, this is Ens. Akios on Sirion. Please acknowledge."
Her eyes lit up, surprised to hear her crewmate's voice, "This is Malinche, Ensign Akios. Go ahead." Caitlyn transferred the channel to the main bridge speakers, and then turned to Mason, "Sir, it's the Sirion, I'm putting them on main speakers now."
"This is Commander Hunt, its good to hear your voice Ensign. What's your status?" he asked moving to Caitlyn's station.
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
Finally! "Lieutenant," he said to Lt. JG Breland over his shoulder, "I've reached Malinche!"
Mikaela (PNPC) turned around and raised her eyebrows, "Thank goodness." She moved over to where Akios was.
"I'm on the bridge, Commander," he said into the com, and quickly listed the names of the officers with him "...as well as three Borg. They've been quiet for hours. Not sure about conditions elsewhere on the ship, sir. Internal sensors are spotty and erratic. We're picking up intermittent lifesigns elsewhere on the ship, but we're unable to detect the Borg. They began disappearing from sensors about an hour ago, and now the only ones we can detect are the ones here on the bridge. Lt. Peters was in the computer core some time ago but internal communications are still down."
She listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt the two Malinche officers, but really she was anxious to know what was going on with the Sentinel. It'd been a good while since she'd seen or heard from Kilana or James... Hopefully everything was alright.
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
Caitlyn listened to Turuas'ta's report about the Sirion. If the Borg really were gone, that would certainly make things easier, but where would they have gone to? She frowned slightly and waited for Mason's response.
"Understood, ensign at this point we can't waste time trying to figure out where they went. We are in the process of beaming the crew of the sentinel off of their ship. Can you make to a transporter room or shuttle? If not we will have to find a way to get you guys off."
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
Akios looked at Breland. "We can try, sir, however, when Lt. Hawkins used the transporter to get us away from the Borg earlier, he wasn't able to follow us through himself, for some reason. Whatever happened, we'd have to assume that that transporter room isn't an option. We would have to try for one of the other transporter rooms, and if that didn't work, continue on to the shuttle bay." Akios wasn't even sure how many transporter rooms a Nova class had. He was sure that there'd be at least one more than the one they'd used, and at least one cargo bay transporter... "If you have Sirion on your sensors, it might be possible for us to use the escape pods and follow Malinche's sensors
in."
"And what about the others?" Mikaela asked. "They're still somewhere on board. What's going on with the Sentinel?" She hoped the Malinche Officers didn't mind her cutting in to the conversation.
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
Mason thought for a moment, "Perhaps we could tap into the shuttle transporter systems tie them into our own boosting the range of both getting everyone off. That way we can cut down on transport time and refocus our efforts on getting the Sentinel crew to the Malinche"
He looked at the time clock on the computer console, "If we are going to do this we have less than five minutes." Said Mason.
<USS Sirion, Bridge>
"Excuse me, sirs," Firvan suddenly said. "I've been trying to access the command pathways since the Borg disappeared from sensors. I've been having some success--it's like there's no one updating the opposition. Maybe the Borg really have disappeared. There's a lot of damage, but I can tie in to the shuttlebay control deck. I should be able to bring a shuttle online from from here."
"Can you patch the control system through communications?"
"I think so." Firvan tapped at the panel. "Got it!"
"Then do it!" Akios turned back to the com panel. "Sirs, we're tying you in to the controls of one of Sirion's shuttles. You should be able to access the emergency transporter system."
<USS Malinche, Bridge>
"Understood, we are receiving you loud and clear. The next step here is to get your people together for one massive transport make sure you instruments are aligned we will only get one shot at this. Hunt to Kersare we are ready to begin transports."
OFF: Backpost JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Ensign Turuas'ta Akios
Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant JG Mkaela Breland (PNPC)
Damage Control Specialist
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
(played by CPO Kilana Nira)
and
Malinche NPC played by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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ON: <USS Sirion Bridge, Day 4, 0805>
Peters tried and failed to stifle another yawn. He couldn't even remember how long he'd been on this ship now. He knew he'd nodded off for a couple of hours in the computer core sometime shortly before midnight the previous night, but that hadn't been nearly enough sleep and he'd been on the move ever since then.
With the help of some of the surviving Sentinel engineers he had managed to restore internal communications throughout the Sirion, along with external communications and computer access. He thought he had the sensors back online as well, but had no way to test that until the Sirion left the nebula.
The engineers from the Sentinel had moved on into the lower decks of the ship and were working on repairing the damage that they could and bringing more systems back to full power. Peters thought they were throwing themselves into the work to avoid thinking about all the comrades and friends they had lost in the past few hours. He couldn't blame them... he was just too tired to help them any further.
Quaid had also left the bridge with intent to set up a holding cell for the Borg that were currently in the transporter pattern buffers. Peters wasn't sure if the other lieutenant intended for that cell to be on the Malinche or the Sirion. He hadn't thought to ask.
For his part, Peters was keeping the bridge manned. It was largely a superfluous task, but it meant he got to sit down. Also, since he was the highest-ranking officer aboard, de facto command of the ship fell on his shoulders until someone, probably Lange, came to relieve him. Still, he wasn't able to convince himself to sit in the command chair, so instead he'd taken over the science station, leaning against it more than anything else.
The whine of a transporter brought Peters' attention fully back to his present surroundings. A single human form was coalescing in the column of blue light filling the center of the bridge. When the light fade, Peters had to hold back a mutter of amazement. Captain Lange stood facing the viewscreen. He looked like he'd aged a year for every hour that had passed since Peters had seen him last. Had it been only yesterday?
Lange looked around the bridge of the Sirion and couldn't help feeling a bit lost. Certainly it was a simple layout. Most of a Nova class starship's activities took place in science labs and sensor suites. It just wasn't HIS bridge... and it never would be. He was only borrowing it long enough to get back to Starbase 386. Then he'd find out his fate, and that of his crew.
Setting down the two cat carries and the small satchel he'd replicated to carry his few remaining possessions, Lange turned towards the science station, where he'd caught a glimpse of someone. "Ah, Lieutenant Peters. What can you tell me about this ship?"
"She's mostly in one piece, if you don't mind a bit of Borg hardware here and there. Your people have her almost fully operational." Peters shrugged. "She seems a sturdy enough ship."
Lange nodded thoughtfully. Peters sounded almost as tired as Lange felt. Lange imagined if he let the young engineer alone for a few minutes he'd nod off to sleep where he stood.
Peters stifled a yawn and gave Lange a salute. "The ship is yours, Captain."
Lange managed a small smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I think you should go get some sleep."
Peters nodded as he tapped his commbadge. "Sounds good to me. Peters to Malinche, one to beam aboard."
Lange waited until Peters was gone, and then moved forward to the Helm. He pressed his hand down on the control surface and spoke clearly. "Computer, recognize voice print and DNA scan. Lange, Captain James K. Verify Starfleet Command authority."
The computer bleeped. After a somewhat longer pause than normal the reply came back. "Voice Print and DNA scan confirmed. Starfleet Command authority confirmed. Please state command."
"Initiate Emergency Fleet Access Program Alpha Alpha Two Alpha. Authorization Lange Four-Four-Sierra-Alpha-Eight." Lange waited for the computer to beep its acknowledgment. "Log my transfer of command as of this stardate and confirm with Starbase 386."
"Emergency Fleet Access Program activated. Transfer of Command Logged. Confirmation expected within one hour. You have one hour to comply with Starfleet Regulations."
Lange nodded to himself. Starbase 386 was 20 minutes away by Subspace with full relay boost. The signal from the Sirion's computer confirming Lange's command authority would be marked urgent, so it would get there at the fastest speed possible. Still, the secondary level access code Lange had used meant that the computer wouldn't give him full run of the ship until the authorization was confirmed.
That sutied Lange fine. an hour would give him time to get himself settled. The trip to Starbase 386 would take less than a week, so he planned to take up residence int eh Captain's ready room, rather than requisitioning one of the ship's limited sets of guest quarters.
First things first. He could hear mystery and Sassy meowing piteously in their carriers. He needed to get food and water bowls set up for them and let them out to explore their temporary home. Then he'd take a short catnap.
Lange chuckled at his mental pun as he headed towards the ready room. He was way too tired.
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This has been a JP with:
Captain James Lange
Commanding Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
Peters tried and failed to stifle another yawn. He couldn't even remember how long he'd been on this ship now. He knew he'd nodded off for a couple of hours in the computer core sometime shortly before midnight the previous night, but that hadn't been nearly enough sleep and he'd been on the move ever since then.
With the help of some of the surviving Sentinel engineers he had managed to restore internal communications throughout the Sirion, along with external communications and computer access. He thought he had the sensors back online as well, but had no way to test that until the Sirion left the nebula.
The engineers from the Sentinel had moved on into the lower decks of the ship and were working on repairing the damage that they could and bringing more systems back to full power. Peters thought they were throwing themselves into the work to avoid thinking about all the comrades and friends they had lost in the past few hours. He couldn't blame them... he was just too tired to help them any further.
Quaid had also left the bridge with intent to set up a holding cell for the Borg that were currently in the transporter pattern buffers. Peters wasn't sure if the other lieutenant intended for that cell to be on the Malinche or the Sirion. He hadn't thought to ask.
For his part, Peters was keeping the bridge manned. It was largely a superfluous task, but it meant he got to sit down. Also, since he was the highest-ranking officer aboard, de facto command of the ship fell on his shoulders until someone, probably Lange, came to relieve him. Still, he wasn't able to convince himself to sit in the command chair, so instead he'd taken over the science station, leaning against it more than anything else.
The whine of a transporter brought Peters' attention fully back to his present surroundings. A single human form was coalescing in the column of blue light filling the center of the bridge. When the light fade, Peters had to hold back a mutter of amazement. Captain Lange stood facing the viewscreen. He looked like he'd aged a year for every hour that had passed since Peters had seen him last. Had it been only yesterday?
Lange looked around the bridge of the Sirion and couldn't help feeling a bit lost. Certainly it was a simple layout. Most of a Nova class starship's activities took place in science labs and sensor suites. It just wasn't HIS bridge... and it never would be. He was only borrowing it long enough to get back to Starbase 386. Then he'd find out his fate, and that of his crew.
Setting down the two cat carries and the small satchel he'd replicated to carry his few remaining possessions, Lange turned towards the science station, where he'd caught a glimpse of someone. "Ah, Lieutenant Peters. What can you tell me about this ship?"
"She's mostly in one piece, if you don't mind a bit of Borg hardware here and there. Your people have her almost fully operational." Peters shrugged. "She seems a sturdy enough ship."
Lange nodded thoughtfully. Peters sounded almost as tired as Lange felt. Lange imagined if he let the young engineer alone for a few minutes he'd nod off to sleep where he stood.
Peters stifled a yawn and gave Lange a salute. "The ship is yours, Captain."
Lange managed a small smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I think you should go get some sleep."
Peters nodded as he tapped his commbadge. "Sounds good to me. Peters to Malinche, one to beam aboard."
Lange waited until Peters was gone, and then moved forward to the Helm. He pressed his hand down on the control surface and spoke clearly. "Computer, recognize voice print and DNA scan. Lange, Captain James K. Verify Starfleet Command authority."
The computer bleeped. After a somewhat longer pause than normal the reply came back. "Voice Print and DNA scan confirmed. Starfleet Command authority confirmed. Please state command."
"Initiate Emergency Fleet Access Program Alpha Alpha Two Alpha. Authorization Lange Four-Four-Sierra-Alpha-Eight." Lange waited for the computer to beep its acknowledgment. "Log my transfer of command as of this stardate and confirm with Starbase 386."
"Emergency Fleet Access Program activated. Transfer of Command Logged. Confirmation expected within one hour. You have one hour to comply with Starfleet Regulations."
Lange nodded to himself. Starbase 386 was 20 minutes away by Subspace with full relay boost. The signal from the Sirion's computer confirming Lange's command authority would be marked urgent, so it would get there at the fastest speed possible. Still, the secondary level access code Lange had used meant that the computer wouldn't give him full run of the ship until the authorization was confirmed.
That sutied Lange fine. an hour would give him time to get himself settled. The trip to Starbase 386 would take less than a week, so he planned to take up residence int eh Captain's ready room, rather than requisitioning one of the ship's limited sets of guest quarters.
First things first. He could hear mystery and Sassy meowing piteously in their carriers. He needed to get food and water bowls set up for them and let them out to explore their temporary home. Then he'd take a short catnap.
Lange chuckled at his mental pun as he headed towards the ready room. He was way too tired.
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This has been a JP with:
Captain James Lange
Commanding Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Cargo Bay 1, USS Malinche, MD 04, 0830>>
The large double doors opened and Will entered the cargo bay to see a number of personnel already working. As he set his PADD on a nearby cargo container, Will caught sight of Lt. Summers (NPC), his acting assistant, coordinating with two other crewmen. Once he had finished, Summers started toward Will.
?Looks like they?ll be taking the Sirion,? he commented as he approached, ?I?ve got some people started on gathering what supplies we can spare to compliment what they already have.?
?Here?s a list of the Sirion?s cargo manifest,? Will said, holding up a hand to cover a yawn as he passed the PADD to Summers.
?When was the last time you got some sleep, sir,? Summers asked, reviewing the PADD.
?I don?t remember,? Will answered, ?but there will be time for that later.? Summers dropped the subject as he continued to compare the Sirion?s manifest to the Malinche?s. Meanwhile, Will started to wander around a bit, checking the labels on a few of the nearby cargo containers.
?Well, it looks like there should be enough equipment over there, provided the Borg didn?t cannibalize it,? Summers said after a moment, ?But I think we should still send over some basic essentials, just in case.? Will looked up halfway through Summers? conclusion and realized that he hadn?t been listening to the whole thing.
?Sure, that sounds great,? he replied, rubbing his face to keep himself from slipping away again, ?Do you have a list that I can provide the Captain?? Summers tapped out a few things on the PADD, then handed it back to Will.
?That should do it, sir,? Summers said. Will took the PADD and started for the door.
?I?m going to submit this to the captain,? he explained, ?I?ll be back to help coordinate the transport.?
?Sir,? Summers said tentatively, grabbing Will?s shoulder, then letting go as Will turned back, ?I really wish you?d get some rest, sir. It won?t do us any good to have a superior who might drop at any moment.? Will rolled his eyes, but realized that the lieutenant had a point.
?Fine,? he said, ?I?ll see what I can do?but I?m not guaranteeing anything.? Summers seemed to accept this as good enough and started for the far side of the cargo bay as someone called out his name. Will sighed, headed for the doors, and out into the corridor. As he made his way for the nearest turbolift, he tried to remember when the last time was that he had actually had a good night?s sleep.
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Lieutenant JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
Played by
The large double doors opened and Will entered the cargo bay to see a number of personnel already working. As he set his PADD on a nearby cargo container, Will caught sight of Lt. Summers (NPC), his acting assistant, coordinating with two other crewmen. Once he had finished, Summers started toward Will.
?Looks like they?ll be taking the Sirion,? he commented as he approached, ?I?ve got some people started on gathering what supplies we can spare to compliment what they already have.?
?Here?s a list of the Sirion?s cargo manifest,? Will said, holding up a hand to cover a yawn as he passed the PADD to Summers.
?When was the last time you got some sleep, sir,? Summers asked, reviewing the PADD.
?I don?t remember,? Will answered, ?but there will be time for that later.? Summers dropped the subject as he continued to compare the Sirion?s manifest to the Malinche?s. Meanwhile, Will started to wander around a bit, checking the labels on a few of the nearby cargo containers.
?Well, it looks like there should be enough equipment over there, provided the Borg didn?t cannibalize it,? Summers said after a moment, ?But I think we should still send over some basic essentials, just in case.? Will looked up halfway through Summers? conclusion and realized that he hadn?t been listening to the whole thing.
?Sure, that sounds great,? he replied, rubbing his face to keep himself from slipping away again, ?Do you have a list that I can provide the Captain?? Summers tapped out a few things on the PADD, then handed it back to Will.
?That should do it, sir,? Summers said. Will took the PADD and started for the door.
?I?m going to submit this to the captain,? he explained, ?I?ll be back to help coordinate the transport.?
?Sir,? Summers said tentatively, grabbing Will?s shoulder, then letting go as Will turned back, ?I really wish you?d get some rest, sir. It won?t do us any good to have a superior who might drop at any moment.? Will rolled his eyes, but realized that the lieutenant had a point.
?Fine,? he said, ?I?ll see what I can do?but I?m not guaranteeing anything.? Summers seemed to accept this as good enough and started for the far side of the cargo bay as someone called out his name. Will sighed, headed for the doors, and out into the corridor. As he made his way for the nearest turbolift, he tried to remember when the last time was that he had actually had a good night?s sleep.
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Lieutenant JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
Played by
Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Lovestreet
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 23
- Joined: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:08 am
- Location: Sickbay
ON: <<Sickbay, USS Malinche, MD04, 0830>>
Oliver Lovestreet was not as prepared as he guessed for the amount of injured personnel that was a result of this battle. He figured anytime the bucket heads were involved, it was best to let the Borg alone.
"Goodness sakes, at least Emily is here to keep me level headed. I haven't seen this much carnage since that holodeck simulation of a the Klingons in the Roman colluseum."
Oliver turned his head quickly, almost in a jerky action. His gaze ran over Emily McKnight, the lovely physician's mate. Thoughts churned through his mind. Oliver started slamming his palms on his forehead, bringing some of the staff near him to give the good doctor another sidelong glance.
They had become accustomed to his wild antics by now, but one never knew exaclty what he would do next.
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OOC: Sorry, just getting back into the groove.
Oliver Lovestreet was not as prepared as he guessed for the amount of injured personnel that was a result of this battle. He figured anytime the bucket heads were involved, it was best to let the Borg alone.
"Goodness sakes, at least Emily is here to keep me level headed. I haven't seen this much carnage since that holodeck simulation of a the Klingons in the Roman colluseum."
Oliver turned his head quickly, almost in a jerky action. His gaze ran over Emily McKnight, the lovely physician's mate. Thoughts churned through his mind. Oliver started slamming his palms on his forehead, bringing some of the staff near him to give the good doctor another sidelong glance.
They had become accustomed to his wild antics by now, but one never knew exaclty what he would do next.
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OOC: Sorry, just getting back into the groove.
Dr. Oliver Lovestreet
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
ON
<<USS Malinche, MD04 0800>>
When Akios beamed back to Malinche with the others, the first thing he wanted to do was to get something to eat; however, first he was quarantined until scans confirmed that he hadn't picked up any nanoprobe baggage. The mess hall wasn't too crowded, so he was able to get a table to himself and cover it with plates.
When he was finished eating, he hurried to Main Engineering. After an away mission like the one he'd been on, it would be normal to relieve him of duty until he'd gotten some rest, but he hadn't been given leave to do so, and in any case he wanted to find out what the current situation was, and Engineering was the best place for him to find out.
It was a good thing he hadn't made the assumption, because when he got to Engineering he found that things were jumping. He learned that Lt. Peters had stayed on Sirion to assist with repairs, because Sentinel's crew were transferring to it, because they'd been forced to destroy Sentinel when the Borg had begun to assimilate it.
The things one missed when communications were out...
C'eltor wanted to send him to his quarters, but he asked to be allowed to continue working at least until Malinche had left the nebula. C'eltor agreed, since there was a lot that needed to be done to prepare the ship for travel. He picked up a PADD of assignments, and saying that he'd get started as soon has he could put on a fresh uniform, headed out.
Back in his quarters he took a quick sonic shower, put on a clean uniform...and set to work. Being in the nebula was an opportunity that wouldn't soon come again. The interference from the nebula made it child's play to mask his activities from internal sensors. When he was sure his tracks were covered, he quickly moved furniture around to clear a section of floor, and detached the carpeting. He set up a tripod, mounted the low-power hull cutter he'd been cobbling together, and set it to work cutting the small port in the deck plate that the replicator's conduits would need. Once he'd confirmed that sensors weren't detecting the cutter, he quickly cut free the wall panels where he'd be installing various components, equipping them with connectors so that he could re-hang them. By the time he'd finished, the cutter had finished cutting through the deck plate.
Finally, he put everything back where it had been before, satisfied that no one would find his work without a detailed search.
It had taken less than half an hour since he'd left Engineering. Akios hurried off to take care of his list of assignments.
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<<USS Malinche, MD04 0800>>
When Akios beamed back to Malinche with the others, the first thing he wanted to do was to get something to eat; however, first he was quarantined until scans confirmed that he hadn't picked up any nanoprobe baggage. The mess hall wasn't too crowded, so he was able to get a table to himself and cover it with plates.
When he was finished eating, he hurried to Main Engineering. After an away mission like the one he'd been on, it would be normal to relieve him of duty until he'd gotten some rest, but he hadn't been given leave to do so, and in any case he wanted to find out what the current situation was, and Engineering was the best place for him to find out.
It was a good thing he hadn't made the assumption, because when he got to Engineering he found that things were jumping. He learned that Lt. Peters had stayed on Sirion to assist with repairs, because Sentinel's crew were transferring to it, because they'd been forced to destroy Sentinel when the Borg had begun to assimilate it.
The things one missed when communications were out...
C'eltor wanted to send him to his quarters, but he asked to be allowed to continue working at least until Malinche had left the nebula. C'eltor agreed, since there was a lot that needed to be done to prepare the ship for travel. He picked up a PADD of assignments, and saying that he'd get started as soon has he could put on a fresh uniform, headed out.
Back in his quarters he took a quick sonic shower, put on a clean uniform...and set to work. Being in the nebula was an opportunity that wouldn't soon come again. The interference from the nebula made it child's play to mask his activities from internal sensors. When he was sure his tracks were covered, he quickly moved furniture around to clear a section of floor, and detached the carpeting. He set up a tripod, mounted the low-power hull cutter he'd been cobbling together, and set it to work cutting the small port in the deck plate that the replicator's conduits would need. Once he'd confirmed that sensors weren't detecting the cutter, he quickly cut free the wall panels where he'd be installing various components, equipping them with connectors so that he could re-hang them. By the time he'd finished, the cutter had finished cutting through the deck plate.
Finally, he put everything back where it had been before, satisfied that no one would find his work without a detailed search.
It had taken less than half an hour since he'd left Engineering. Akios hurried off to take care of his list of assignments.
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Ensign Turuas'ta Akios
Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
ON: <<Outside Cargo Bay 1, USS Malinche, MD 04, 0845>>
Will was so busy glancing the PADD he had in hand as he exited the cargo bay and continued down the corridor that he didn't see the approaching officer until it was too late. The two collided in the corridor and Will had to grab the bulkhead to prevent himself from falling.
"My apologies," he said, looking at the man he had just run into, "I didn't mean to..."
The perplexed red-head looked up from his seated position on the deck, a black mass of fur and drool looking puzzled as to why his master had suddenly chosen that moment to sit down so ungracefully. Rhys accepted a hand to help him to his feet, laughing slightly at the situation.
?No worries, friend,? he said. ?I should have been more careful where I was walking, especially since I don?t know this place?? he trailed off, looking around at what was alien bulkhead to him. His usual cheerfulness had faded since the destruction of the Sentinel, and it was all Rhys could do to keep himself focused on the universe around him. He shook his head. ?I never did thank you for your help in getting off of the Sentinel, and out of that pod. I?m not even sure I caught your name. I?m Rhys, Rhys Monroe, Chief Flight Control of the?.? His voice trailed off again. ?Well, I guess of nothing now.?
"Will, Will Schulz, Chief Operations Officer here on the Malinche, though I used to be aboard the Sirion," Will clarified, understanding how the man must have felt at losing his home, "No problem by the way. Is there something I can help you with??
?No,? Rhys replied. ?I was just having a look around, though I can see we?re in the way. What are you working on??
"Oh, this," Will asked, waving the PADD in his hand, "Just making sure we have everything ready for your..." He was going to say new home, but the words didn't seem quite right. "Well," he said, instead, "the crew of the Sentinel is going to be taking the Sirion back to Starbase 386...it'll give you some more breathing room, I guess."
"Breathing room is good," Rhys commented. "Though it just seems like there's too much breathing room now." He gave a half-hearted laugh.
Will had a sudden thought. "Could you do me a favor when you get over there," he asked.
"Of course. I mean, you kinda saved our life and all, I GUESS I owe you or something..." Rhys quipped.
"Can you see what's left of my quarters and possibly send my remaining posessions over if you get a chance," Will asked.
"Only if I don't find anything interesting that I want," Rhys said with a grin. "Finders, keepers, after all." He grinned.
Will had to process this a moment before realizing that Rhys was joking. Smiling, he let out a short laugh. "Thanks, I really didn't need some of those textbooks anyway," he replied.
"No one does, that's always been my philosophy," Rhys replied cheerfully.
"Well, I hate to cut things short, but I have to get this report to the captain," Will said, "If there's anything you need, let me know."
"Indeed. And thanks again," Rhys said, before patting his leg to summon the dog and turning down the corridor.
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A JP between:
Lt. Rhys Monroe
Chief of Flight Control
USS Sentinel
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as played by
:Trent
and
Will was so busy glancing the PADD he had in hand as he exited the cargo bay and continued down the corridor that he didn't see the approaching officer until it was too late. The two collided in the corridor and Will had to grab the bulkhead to prevent himself from falling.
"My apologies," he said, looking at the man he had just run into, "I didn't mean to..."
The perplexed red-head looked up from his seated position on the deck, a black mass of fur and drool looking puzzled as to why his master had suddenly chosen that moment to sit down so ungracefully. Rhys accepted a hand to help him to his feet, laughing slightly at the situation.
?No worries, friend,? he said. ?I should have been more careful where I was walking, especially since I don?t know this place?? he trailed off, looking around at what was alien bulkhead to him. His usual cheerfulness had faded since the destruction of the Sentinel, and it was all Rhys could do to keep himself focused on the universe around him. He shook his head. ?I never did thank you for your help in getting off of the Sentinel, and out of that pod. I?m not even sure I caught your name. I?m Rhys, Rhys Monroe, Chief Flight Control of the?.? His voice trailed off again. ?Well, I guess of nothing now.?
"Will, Will Schulz, Chief Operations Officer here on the Malinche, though I used to be aboard the Sirion," Will clarified, understanding how the man must have felt at losing his home, "No problem by the way. Is there something I can help you with??
?No,? Rhys replied. ?I was just having a look around, though I can see we?re in the way. What are you working on??
"Oh, this," Will asked, waving the PADD in his hand, "Just making sure we have everything ready for your..." He was going to say new home, but the words didn't seem quite right. "Well," he said, instead, "the crew of the Sentinel is going to be taking the Sirion back to Starbase 386...it'll give you some more breathing room, I guess."
"Breathing room is good," Rhys commented. "Though it just seems like there's too much breathing room now." He gave a half-hearted laugh.
Will had a sudden thought. "Could you do me a favor when you get over there," he asked.
"Of course. I mean, you kinda saved our life and all, I GUESS I owe you or something..." Rhys quipped.
"Can you see what's left of my quarters and possibly send my remaining posessions over if you get a chance," Will asked.
"Only if I don't find anything interesting that I want," Rhys said with a grin. "Finders, keepers, after all." He grinned.
Will had to process this a moment before realizing that Rhys was joking. Smiling, he let out a short laugh. "Thanks, I really didn't need some of those textbooks anyway," he replied.
"No one does, that's always been my philosophy," Rhys replied cheerfully.
"Well, I hate to cut things short, but I have to get this report to the captain," Will said, "If there's anything you need, let me know."
"Indeed. And thanks again," Rhys said, before patting his leg to summon the dog and turning down the corridor.
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A JP between:
Lt. Rhys Monroe
Chief of Flight Control
USS Sentinel
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as played by
:Trent
and
Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Lovestreet
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 23
- Joined: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:08 am
- Location: Sickbay
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<Sickbay, USS Malinche, MD04, 0835>
Oliver was walking through sickbay, looking at the various crewmen and women who had been injured in the attack. He came upon Ensign Townsen working on a security officer with severe burns. Oliver almost stepped in but he decided now was as good a time as any to observe his staff.
"Let's cut this uniform off nurse. Get me some salve and start separating the burnt tissue from the burnt clothing. Make sure to give him the hypo first."
Oliver watched as the medical team carefully removed the uniform surrounding the burns on the patient. A nurse put a stabilizer on the crewman and administered the hypo.
Oliver clapped Townsen on the back. "Nice job Ensign." Oliver smiled at Townsen and moved on.
"Geez, looks like D-Day in here."
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<Sickbay, USS Malinche, MD04, 0835>
Oliver was walking through sickbay, looking at the various crewmen and women who had been injured in the attack. He came upon Ensign Townsen working on a security officer with severe burns. Oliver almost stepped in but he decided now was as good a time as any to observe his staff.
"Let's cut this uniform off nurse. Get me some salve and start separating the burnt tissue from the burnt clothing. Make sure to give him the hypo first."
Oliver watched as the medical team carefully removed the uniform surrounding the burns on the patient. A nurse put a stabilizer on the crewman and administered the hypo.
Oliver clapped Townsen on the back. "Nice job Ensign." Oliver smiled at Townsen and moved on.
"Geez, looks like D-Day in here."
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Dr. Oliver Lovestreet
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B