ON: <Streets of Direidi, 1830>
Peters swore as he looked at the approaching security personnel. Looking back, he saw more officers approaching from the left and behind them. "None to the right," he said, looking at Grayson, "We are definitely being herded in a specific direction."
Grayson looked around and nodded slightly. "No doubt. The question is: Should we play their game?", asked him more to himself than to Peters.
"Yeah, well, maybe we should go along with it while we try and figure out what to do," He said. As he spoke, Peters looked around again. "Ten officers each way by my count. Not much chance of breaking through even with the element of surprise on our side."
Mark shrugged. At that point, they didn't have any other choice. Ah, what he would give for a phaser.. "Let's see what they have in store for us. Follow me!", said him, moving towards the right.
Peters shrugged as he gave one more look around. "Sound good enough to me." With that, he took off running again. "Banzai!"
"Banzai?", muttered Grayson to himself. He was starting to question Peters' sanity. Maybe all engineers were that eccentric, but Peters... He was way too eccentric. Both men ran to the right, being followed close by the security officers. "Look!", called Grayson."There's an open building there! Maybe we could lose them there!"
"Worth a shot," Peters agreed and darted between a couple of citizens to head into the building. He pulled the door open and let Grayson go in, then followed him through, looking for a lock on the door as he pulled it shut. No such luck. "Alright, where to now?"
Mark looked around. The place was an empty warehouse, dark and dusty. "We have to find another exit. Maybe in the back?", tried him.
Peters shrugged. "I guess so. Let's move, they won't be far behind us." He started sprinting across the warehouse floor, towards the back. Suddenly he felt one of the floorboards give way beneath his feet. He didn't even have a chance to grab ahold of anything as he fell through the floor and into the space below.
Grayson was just behind Peters and watched when the engineer disappeared through the floor. Running as he was, Mark couldn't stop and joined Peters, falling into darkness. He didn't fall for long; he crashed into Peters who was trying to get up. They both stayed on the ground for a moment in silence. "Are you alright?", asked Mark, after getting the air back into his lungs.
"I'm fine," Peters replied as he struggled to his feet. "I don't think this is where we wanted to end up." Peters reached out and found empty space. "And, no light, no walls..."
"Yeah, yeah... I noticed", interrupted Mark. "I'm starting to get really pissed with these Direidi. Let's go right and mind your step", said him.
"Oh, like you did much better," Peters retorted as he followed Grayson towards the right. They hadn't gone very far before they ran into a wall, but this time not literally. Peters felt along the wall for a few feet in each direction, then gave it a good kick out of frustration.
He jumped back as he heard a grinding sound, like stone on stone. "What the hell? Did you hear that?"
"What hell did you do this time, Peters?", complained Grayson. "If the walls start to close on us, I'll swear, I'll kill you before we get crushed!" Mark looked around and tried to figure it out what was happening. He put a hand on the wall and felt a slight vibration. "The wall is moving, can you feel it?"
Peters leaned against the wall to feel for vibrations... and fell straight forward as there was no wall there. "Ow. No vibrations, but definitely a moving wall. And I think I feel a draft."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's follow the draft. If there's a draft, there's an exit." Mark started to follow the draft, walking slowly, trying the floor step by step, making sure they wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.
Peters followed along, running his hand along the wall of the passage to make sure he didn't lose his sense of direction. After a few minutes, they came to a dead end. "Great... end of the line."
Peters felt along the wall blocking their way, then felt something click under his hand and the wall started rotating, along with the section of floor that had Peters and Grayson on it. Peters turned around in time to see the hotel basement before they finished the turn and were plunged back into darkness.
"For God's sake, that's the freaking hotel basement", uttered Mark. "Peters, you did this, now, make it stop", said him, trying to figure out what exactly Peters had done to activate the rotating wall.
"I don't know what started it!" Peters protested as the wall swung around again. He felt along the wall segment again and felt another click. With a grinding noise the floor stopped, with them on the side of the Hotel. "Ah, so that's where it is. We'd better go find the Captain."
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Another JP by
Lieutenant, JG Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
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<<U.S.S Malinche 1740 Day 3>>
Lieutenant Sovak, sweating from the heat since the environmental controls had been completely fried, brushed her now untidy hair from her face which had become slightly blackened from previous ?hair-wiping? with dirty hands. For a Vulcan to be sweating, she presumed the temperature was extremely high and that other less heat-tolerant crewmembers would be flagging by now.
?Everyone? she addressed the noticeably fatigued bridge crew, ?be seated for five minutes? she walked over to Lieutenant Summers; ?Status update?
Summers pulled his upper body from out of a console and wiped his brow, ?weapons, shields and propulsion are back to normal operation Captain.? He exhaled deeply and slid down the console to the floor, wincing as he did so, ?Ryan?s working on communications, and the shuttlebay door can?t open still ? we think it?s a problem with the ODN still, the command won?t seem to make it as far as the door mechanism.? Summers blinked hard and winced again, looking up he took a deep breath in and continued, ?lighting has been restored to all sections, but gravity plating has been fluctuating on all separation decks and sections ? again we think there?s a problem with the ODN, the access ports are all still non-operational but we are trying to tap new ones into the system, from there we hope to regain control of the network and for one sort out this?? he banged his fist hard on the deck and gritted his teeth ??damned heat?
Sovak nodded, now was not the time to discipline crew for emotional outbursts, however unnecessary they were, as Sovak stood up, the communications console flared up in an impressive shower of sparks ? Tamlin jumped backwards, ?son of a??
?Ensign? Sovak yapped at him, cutting his expletive short.
?I can?t believe it!? Tamlin yelled, kicking the now-dead console, ?mother?useless piece of?? he finished his sentence by just screaming at the machine, kicking it again. As he kicked it, it flickered on and then blinked back off again, Ryan?s eyes widened and he dived back into the guts of the console, ?oh-oh wait! Wait!? he shouted excitedly from inside the console, Sovak?s sensitive ears heard a click and then the whole console lit back up into full life, prompting a cheer and a painful-sounding thud from somewhere inside the console from Ensign Tamlin.
Summers, who in the commotion had gotten to his feet and to a console, turned his head smiling, ?communications are back online Captain!?
Walking into the command well, Sovak took the chair again. ?Open a channel?
?Open? Tamlin said, crawling out of the console.
?This is the Federation Starship Malinche to any Federation or Allied ship in range, please respond??
Sovak looked up to Josh at helm.
?No ships in range Captain? he answered, without Sovak needing to ask.
Sovak was about to open a channel to the surface, when C?eltor addressed her from the now-fixed Engineering station. ?Lieutenant, I have found something on the scan??
?That ship?? Stone asked from the aft of the bridge.
?Negative? C?eltor answered, ?this is much smaller, it?s a hull fragment, I?m picking up an antimatter signature and another energy signature too, much more intense?? she squinted at the readout, trying to find out more.
Sovak turned and rose, ?the antimatter signature ? what is it??
C?eltor closed her eyes when she found out, ?Federation ma?am? she answered. ?And the other signature? is undeterminable from the Malinche, our sensors whilst undamaged are not operating with full power currently, but Lieutenant Sovak??
?Yes?? Sovak answered, inwardly annoyed that the woman insisted on asking permission to talk all the time.
?It is definitely a weapons signature of some kind.?
Sovak nodded, digesting all the current facts and opened a channel to the surface.
?Malinche to Captain Kersare?? A lot of static came back on the channel, but it was definitely the Captains voice behind it all. ?Standby Captain, we?re boosting power now, place message again Captain? she said, whilst raising her left hand at Tamlin who was carefully trying to bleed power into the array without overloading it again.
Whilst still laced with crackles and static bursts, the Captain could now be heard, just.
?This is Captain Kersare. What is happening up there, Lieutenant Sovak?? Isabel had just finished talking to Sara when Sovak contacted her.
?Captain,? Sovak began, ?we believe we were attacked by some kind of small craft emitting an ionic pulse ? almost all of our systems overloaded and the Optical Data Network is still heavily damaged?
There was a burst of static, and Kersare?s voice crackled out over the comm. channel.
Isabel sighed slightly, ?Lovely. How are repairs going??
Sovak looked around the bridge, giving all a chance to correct their latest reports; ?well Captain, we?re looking at peak operation within a few hours, although the shuttlebay doors are completely non-operational presently. Captain?? Sovak paused, trying best how to word what they had found on the surface.
This couldn?t be good?Sovak was pausing. ?Yes, Lieutenant?? Isabel was almost afraid to ask. It seemed when one thing went wrong, about ten more did too. At this point, she could really use something going right, for a change.
Sovak inhaled, and looked around at the bridge crew, the faces of most were pointed right at her ? it was unlike her to feel uncomfortable, but if ever she was feeling it, it was right now. ?Captain, we were conducted a deep scan for traces of what we believe to be the ship that attacked us and we found something else, we don?t know yet if it?s connected??
Isabel thought for a moment, considering what she?d just heard, then replied, ?What is it? What did you find? Don?t keep me in suspense here, I have quite a bit to worry about already.?
Sovak raised one eyebrow, ?Yes ma?am, sorry Captain.? She stood and clasped her hands behind her back, then in the Vulcan equivalent of fidgeting she unclasped them and placed them on the grab rail behind the helm station. ?We have detected a hull fragment,? another small pause filled the crackling channel and she continued, ?a Federation hull fragment Captain. It appears to be highly charged with what we believe to be a weapons signature, and thermal radiation that would suggest a extra-terrestrial origin ? in short Captain, whatever the fragment belonged to, it did not cease to belong on the surface itself, our sensors are still operating below minimum power requirements until the ODN can be repaired so we have no information with any further detail ma?am?
?Can you send a team to retrieve it??
Sovak frowned slightly and began to pace, ""Negative Captain, the ODN is still severely damaged - we have repaired the shuttle bay doors, however we can not get the open command to get far enough along the network before the singal loses strength, we could try to boost the power but that runs a real risk of opening an airlock somewhere instead"
?Very well. I?ll find someone here to go after it then,? Isabel replied. ?Anything else to add, Lieutenant??
"None, other than I recommend the away team finds a secure location and stays there Captain - we could be dealing with a hostile force and the Malinche can currently barely defend itself, we cannot guarantee your safety ma'am," Sovak knew it was none of her concern in the CoC, but she had command ambitions and saw an opportunity to influence the course of the day.
Isabel was a tad skeptical, though she saw Sovak?s point, ?I?ll keep that under consideration, Lieutenant, though we do need to find the Sirion survey team, at the least. Additionally, Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson have run into?difficulties. I believe a few members of the crew will be returning to the Malinche briefly for a few things.?
Sovak raised her eyebrow again, when an Intelligence Officer ran into difficulties it wasn't usually a good sign. "Yes ma'am, please be advised that the shuttlebay may still be non-operational and our transporters are critically unsafe - I will assign shuttlebay as priority now Captain."
?Thank you Lieutenant. Are the cargo transporters in the same condition?? Isabel had a feeling just about everything she needed would be in the same inoperative state, but perhaps she?d luck out.
"Affirmative Captain, all of our systems are back to peak individually, however the Opitcal Data Network needs to be completely rebooted and re-installed, it just can not carry any strong signals at all. It is only due to some innovative 'jerry-rigging'," she look to Ryan, "by Ensign Tamlin that we can speak now, hence the heavy static ma'am"
Isabel nodded, ?Very well, please keep me updated as to the ship?s status. Try to get that shuttle bay operational so I can send a few people up.?
Sovak returned to the chair, "Yes ma'am, I'll send a shuttle to the surface as soon as we can operate the doors. Malinche out"
Sovak turned in the chair to face Morris, her unofficial exec? ? he had more bridge time than anyone else to put it simply, ?I?ll be in the shuttlebay, you have the bridge Ensign? Morris nodded his acknowledgment and continued with what he was doing.
Sovak stepped into the lift, which had thankfully stopped sparking though it still sported a blown-out console, ?Shuttlebay? she said. The turbolift shuddered, fell a few feet and then the lights went out. Had she been human, she would have sworn profusely. She heard the emergency latches lock into place against the shaft wall, securing the lift firmly between decks one and two.
Jumping, she caught the grab handle on the lift ceiling and pulled herself up high enough to pop the hatch and climb out onto the exterior of the lift. Even for a Vulcan, she found the temperature extremely hot in the shaft as she entered the small crawlspace that ran down the length of the shaft tucked into the wall to allow the bypassing of a stuck lift in situations such as this. They were poorly designed, as slim as Sovak was ? she could barely fit past the downed lift, much it was to her relief when she climbed below it and could push her body back out into the shaft for room.
She tapped her comm badge, ?Sovak to bridge, open deck 2 doors turbolift one?
Tamlin answered, ?Captain, we can?t, it?s no use?? Tamlin sounded frustrated, of everyone on the bridge he was definitely feeling the strain more than anyone.
?We don?t have time for this? she thought, if the signal from the bridge to deck two wasn?t strong enough open the doors, it would get progressively worse further down. She unholstered her phaser and fired at the closed and locked doors, they buckled instantly, with the right hand door clattering to the bottom of the lift shaft. Carefully finding the climbing recesses in the wall, she crossed the shaft and entered the deck two corridor, the first time she had been off the bridge since the attack.
The corridor was perfect, aside from teams of engineers gutting the ODN lines all along the corridor you wouldn?t know anything had happened.
After successfully operating the port-side turbolift, she made it to the shuttlebay in a few minutes.
Walking in briskly, she pointed at personnel, ?Miss Folen, isolate the ODN for the shuttlebay to the door terminal.? She pointed at an engineer walking past, ?Crewman, cut off the entire power supply to the shuttlebay, re-connect the power intake manifolds to a shuttle, let?s go?
She jogged over to the nearest shuttle to where the large red power manifolds made a sharp left into the wall, opening the doors they went inside and quickly accessed the power distribution nodes, activating the control to release the line from its other connections, they both pulled hard and eventually roughly 18ft of solid red, formerly-coiled, manifold trailed out the side door and onto the shuttlebay floor.
Both Sovak and the engineer left the shuttle and connected it to the power intake for the shuttlebay. ?Isolate the ODN? she called over to Folen, who nodded once she had completed the simple task. ?Now, disconnect the power supply on my mark.?
She looked back to the crewman, ?get into the shuttle and activate it only when the lights go out? the eager young man scurried back towards the shuttle. ?Crewman? she shouted to get his attention, ?if you do it before the majority of this ship will cease to exist very quickly?
Sovak turned back to Folen and raised her right hand. Almost instantly the power went out, they were in total darkness until someone ?kindly? shone a palm beacon at Sovak, who then dropped her right hand in the direction of the shuttle which in turn flared into life, bringing the shuttlebay with it.
If all had worked, the shuttlebay would now be totally isolated from the rest of the ship, and the doors should work. She crossed the large shuttlebay to the door control console and activated the open command.
She turned to look, and slowly, the doors grinded upwards. She looked back at Folen, ?prepare a shuttle, I want it stocked with full combat packages for the away team, prepare a security detail and have it ready to launch within 20 minutes?
Sovak turned and walked towards the exit, after the time it had taken to do all that, she imagined that most of the ODN would now be online again.
OFF
JP by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
U.S.S Malinche,
And
Lieutenant Sovak
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Acting CO U.S.S Malinche
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<<U.S.S Malinche 1740 Day 3>>
Lieutenant Sovak, sweating from the heat since the environmental controls had been completely fried, brushed her now untidy hair from her face which had become slightly blackened from previous ?hair-wiping? with dirty hands. For a Vulcan to be sweating, she presumed the temperature was extremely high and that other less heat-tolerant crewmembers would be flagging by now.
?Everyone? she addressed the noticeably fatigued bridge crew, ?be seated for five minutes? she walked over to Lieutenant Summers; ?Status update?
Summers pulled his upper body from out of a console and wiped his brow, ?weapons, shields and propulsion are back to normal operation Captain.? He exhaled deeply and slid down the console to the floor, wincing as he did so, ?Ryan?s working on communications, and the shuttlebay door can?t open still ? we think it?s a problem with the ODN still, the command won?t seem to make it as far as the door mechanism.? Summers blinked hard and winced again, looking up he took a deep breath in and continued, ?lighting has been restored to all sections, but gravity plating has been fluctuating on all separation decks and sections ? again we think there?s a problem with the ODN, the access ports are all still non-operational but we are trying to tap new ones into the system, from there we hope to regain control of the network and for one sort out this?? he banged his fist hard on the deck and gritted his teeth ??damned heat?
Sovak nodded, now was not the time to discipline crew for emotional outbursts, however unnecessary they were, as Sovak stood up, the communications console flared up in an impressive shower of sparks ? Tamlin jumped backwards, ?son of a??
?Ensign? Sovak yapped at him, cutting his expletive short.
?I can?t believe it!? Tamlin yelled, kicking the now-dead console, ?mother?useless piece of?? he finished his sentence by just screaming at the machine, kicking it again. As he kicked it, it flickered on and then blinked back off again, Ryan?s eyes widened and he dived back into the guts of the console, ?oh-oh wait! Wait!? he shouted excitedly from inside the console, Sovak?s sensitive ears heard a click and then the whole console lit back up into full life, prompting a cheer and a painful-sounding thud from somewhere inside the console from Ensign Tamlin.
Summers, who in the commotion had gotten to his feet and to a console, turned his head smiling, ?communications are back online Captain!?
Walking into the command well, Sovak took the chair again. ?Open a channel?
?Open? Tamlin said, crawling out of the console.
?This is the Federation Starship Malinche to any Federation or Allied ship in range, please respond??
Sovak looked up to Josh at helm.
?No ships in range Captain? he answered, without Sovak needing to ask.
Sovak was about to open a channel to the surface, when C?eltor addressed her from the now-fixed Engineering station. ?Lieutenant, I have found something on the scan??
?That ship?? Stone asked from the aft of the bridge.
?Negative? C?eltor answered, ?this is much smaller, it?s a hull fragment, I?m picking up an antimatter signature and another energy signature too, much more intense?? she squinted at the readout, trying to find out more.
Sovak turned and rose, ?the antimatter signature ? what is it??
C?eltor closed her eyes when she found out, ?Federation ma?am? she answered. ?And the other signature? is undeterminable from the Malinche, our sensors whilst undamaged are not operating with full power currently, but Lieutenant Sovak??
?Yes?? Sovak answered, inwardly annoyed that the woman insisted on asking permission to talk all the time.
?It is definitely a weapons signature of some kind.?
Sovak nodded, digesting all the current facts and opened a channel to the surface.
?Malinche to Captain Kersare?? A lot of static came back on the channel, but it was definitely the Captains voice behind it all. ?Standby Captain, we?re boosting power now, place message again Captain? she said, whilst raising her left hand at Tamlin who was carefully trying to bleed power into the array without overloading it again.
Whilst still laced with crackles and static bursts, the Captain could now be heard, just.
?This is Captain Kersare. What is happening up there, Lieutenant Sovak?? Isabel had just finished talking to Sara when Sovak contacted her.
?Captain,? Sovak began, ?we believe we were attacked by some kind of small craft emitting an ionic pulse ? almost all of our systems overloaded and the Optical Data Network is still heavily damaged?
There was a burst of static, and Kersare?s voice crackled out over the comm. channel.
Isabel sighed slightly, ?Lovely. How are repairs going??
Sovak looked around the bridge, giving all a chance to correct their latest reports; ?well Captain, we?re looking at peak operation within a few hours, although the shuttlebay doors are completely non-operational presently. Captain?? Sovak paused, trying best how to word what they had found on the surface.
This couldn?t be good?Sovak was pausing. ?Yes, Lieutenant?? Isabel was almost afraid to ask. It seemed when one thing went wrong, about ten more did too. At this point, she could really use something going right, for a change.
Sovak inhaled, and looked around at the bridge crew, the faces of most were pointed right at her ? it was unlike her to feel uncomfortable, but if ever she was feeling it, it was right now. ?Captain, we were conducted a deep scan for traces of what we believe to be the ship that attacked us and we found something else, we don?t know yet if it?s connected??
Isabel thought for a moment, considering what she?d just heard, then replied, ?What is it? What did you find? Don?t keep me in suspense here, I have quite a bit to worry about already.?
Sovak raised one eyebrow, ?Yes ma?am, sorry Captain.? She stood and clasped her hands behind her back, then in the Vulcan equivalent of fidgeting she unclasped them and placed them on the grab rail behind the helm station. ?We have detected a hull fragment,? another small pause filled the crackling channel and she continued, ?a Federation hull fragment Captain. It appears to be highly charged with what we believe to be a weapons signature, and thermal radiation that would suggest a extra-terrestrial origin ? in short Captain, whatever the fragment belonged to, it did not cease to belong on the surface itself, our sensors are still operating below minimum power requirements until the ODN can be repaired so we have no information with any further detail ma?am?
?Can you send a team to retrieve it??
Sovak frowned slightly and began to pace, ""Negative Captain, the ODN is still severely damaged - we have repaired the shuttle bay doors, however we can not get the open command to get far enough along the network before the singal loses strength, we could try to boost the power but that runs a real risk of opening an airlock somewhere instead"
?Very well. I?ll find someone here to go after it then,? Isabel replied. ?Anything else to add, Lieutenant??
"None, other than I recommend the away team finds a secure location and stays there Captain - we could be dealing with a hostile force and the Malinche can currently barely defend itself, we cannot guarantee your safety ma'am," Sovak knew it was none of her concern in the CoC, but she had command ambitions and saw an opportunity to influence the course of the day.
Isabel was a tad skeptical, though she saw Sovak?s point, ?I?ll keep that under consideration, Lieutenant, though we do need to find the Sirion survey team, at the least. Additionally, Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson have run into?difficulties. I believe a few members of the crew will be returning to the Malinche briefly for a few things.?
Sovak raised her eyebrow again, when an Intelligence Officer ran into difficulties it wasn't usually a good sign. "Yes ma'am, please be advised that the shuttlebay may still be non-operational and our transporters are critically unsafe - I will assign shuttlebay as priority now Captain."
?Thank you Lieutenant. Are the cargo transporters in the same condition?? Isabel had a feeling just about everything she needed would be in the same inoperative state, but perhaps she?d luck out.
"Affirmative Captain, all of our systems are back to peak individually, however the Opitcal Data Network needs to be completely rebooted and re-installed, it just can not carry any strong signals at all. It is only due to some innovative 'jerry-rigging'," she look to Ryan, "by Ensign Tamlin that we can speak now, hence the heavy static ma'am"
Isabel nodded, ?Very well, please keep me updated as to the ship?s status. Try to get that shuttle bay operational so I can send a few people up.?
Sovak returned to the chair, "Yes ma'am, I'll send a shuttle to the surface as soon as we can operate the doors. Malinche out"
Sovak turned in the chair to face Morris, her unofficial exec? ? he had more bridge time than anyone else to put it simply, ?I?ll be in the shuttlebay, you have the bridge Ensign? Morris nodded his acknowledgment and continued with what he was doing.
Sovak stepped into the lift, which had thankfully stopped sparking though it still sported a blown-out console, ?Shuttlebay? she said. The turbolift shuddered, fell a few feet and then the lights went out. Had she been human, she would have sworn profusely. She heard the emergency latches lock into place against the shaft wall, securing the lift firmly between decks one and two.
Jumping, she caught the grab handle on the lift ceiling and pulled herself up high enough to pop the hatch and climb out onto the exterior of the lift. Even for a Vulcan, she found the temperature extremely hot in the shaft as she entered the small crawlspace that ran down the length of the shaft tucked into the wall to allow the bypassing of a stuck lift in situations such as this. They were poorly designed, as slim as Sovak was ? she could barely fit past the downed lift, much it was to her relief when she climbed below it and could push her body back out into the shaft for room.
She tapped her comm badge, ?Sovak to bridge, open deck 2 doors turbolift one?
Tamlin answered, ?Captain, we can?t, it?s no use?? Tamlin sounded frustrated, of everyone on the bridge he was definitely feeling the strain more than anyone.
?We don?t have time for this? she thought, if the signal from the bridge to deck two wasn?t strong enough open the doors, it would get progressively worse further down. She unholstered her phaser and fired at the closed and locked doors, they buckled instantly, with the right hand door clattering to the bottom of the lift shaft. Carefully finding the climbing recesses in the wall, she crossed the shaft and entered the deck two corridor, the first time she had been off the bridge since the attack.
The corridor was perfect, aside from teams of engineers gutting the ODN lines all along the corridor you wouldn?t know anything had happened.
After successfully operating the port-side turbolift, she made it to the shuttlebay in a few minutes.
Walking in briskly, she pointed at personnel, ?Miss Folen, isolate the ODN for the shuttlebay to the door terminal.? She pointed at an engineer walking past, ?Crewman, cut off the entire power supply to the shuttlebay, re-connect the power intake manifolds to a shuttle, let?s go?
She jogged over to the nearest shuttle to where the large red power manifolds made a sharp left into the wall, opening the doors they went inside and quickly accessed the power distribution nodes, activating the control to release the line from its other connections, they both pulled hard and eventually roughly 18ft of solid red, formerly-coiled, manifold trailed out the side door and onto the shuttlebay floor.
Both Sovak and the engineer left the shuttle and connected it to the power intake for the shuttlebay. ?Isolate the ODN? she called over to Folen, who nodded once she had completed the simple task. ?Now, disconnect the power supply on my mark.?
She looked back to the crewman, ?get into the shuttle and activate it only when the lights go out? the eager young man scurried back towards the shuttle. ?Crewman? she shouted to get his attention, ?if you do it before the majority of this ship will cease to exist very quickly?
Sovak turned back to Folen and raised her right hand. Almost instantly the power went out, they were in total darkness until someone ?kindly? shone a palm beacon at Sovak, who then dropped her right hand in the direction of the shuttle which in turn flared into life, bringing the shuttlebay with it.
If all had worked, the shuttlebay would now be totally isolated from the rest of the ship, and the doors should work. She crossed the large shuttlebay to the door control console and activated the open command.
She turned to look, and slowly, the doors grinded upwards. She looked back at Folen, ?prepare a shuttle, I want it stocked with full combat packages for the away team, prepare a security detail and have it ready to launch within 20 minutes?
Sovak turned and walked towards the exit, after the time it had taken to do all that, she imagined that most of the ODN would now be online again.
OFF
JP by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
U.S.S Malinche,
And
Lieutenant Sovak
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Acting CO U.S.S Malinche
Played by:
Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
<<Hotel Direidi, Conference Room, 1758, Day 3>>
After the news from Sovak (NPC), Isabel was less than happy with the current situation. The Malinche damaged, Mark and Todd missing and wanted by the police, weird fluctuations, part of a hull, and a still missing survey team and ship. At this point, she was merely hoping they would find the two missing officers of their own, the Sirion crew, and that the actual Sirion was in one piece.
Given how things seemed to be going, Isabel wasn't as sure that even those would be possible. Looking around the room, she could tell her officers were anxious. They'd been discussing thigns for an hour now and had grown restless. She was wanting for some form of action as well.
In her mind, Isabel went over the findings once more, determining what was most important to check out and who should go where. Once she'd decided, Isabel moved slowly yet deliberately toward the center of the room, hands behind her back.
She turned to face her crew, "As I'm sure you're all well aware, the situation here is very complicated. Having the Malinche damaged is certainly not good news, nor is the fact that Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson are apparently wanted by the police and missing. The situation is no doubt very frustrating for all of us, but I want everyone to remember that they are StarFleet officers - especially when dealing with the Direidi."
At her last words, Isabel's eyes slowly moved out over the gathered crew. Nodding slightly, she continued, "Our next course of action is as follows: Lieutenant Sovereign, Lieutenant Barrett, and Ensign Rhone will return to the Malinche to gather any necessary supplies from the ship. Lieutenant Sovak should let me know when they have the shuttlebay doors fixed, which I'm sure will be very soon... Mr. Rhone?"
"Yes Captain?" Seryn looked up at Isabel.
"Is the shuttle you came on still on the planet?"
He nodded, "Yes ma'am."
"The three of you will take that shuttle to and from the Malinche - I'd suggest making a list of the supplies you'll need," Isabel said. "Commander Hunt, Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm, Lieutenant Thundera, and Chief Soren - you will investigate the fluctuations and their possible connections to Ms. Thundera's visions. Once Lieutenant Sovereign's team returns from the Malinche, I'd suggest you work with them, as they should have improved equipment. I would hope they should help lead you to the Sirion survey team."
"Lieutenant Abubakar, you will go with one of the Security Officers and find the hull fragment. If it is indeed from the Sirion, I want to know; and I want to know who fired on them. Once you've retrieved it, take it back to the Malinche for analysis, then report back here," she ordered.
"Ensign Rayne and I will go talk to the Direidi officials about Lieutenants Grayson and Peters. Either we'll sort things out with the officials, or we'll find them ourselves," Isabel looked over at Sara, who nodded quietly.
"At no point do I want anyone to be alone - always have at least one other person with you. It's easier to find a group of people than just one...and having someone with you may help get you out of tough situations, should any arise," Isabel commented.
Isabel continued briefly, "Any significant finds should be reported. Keep in contact with each other, and hopefully we'll find the survey team and ship before the night is through. Dismissed."
As Mason started to walk out, Isabel put her hand on his arm to stop him, "Commander, before you go with the others, I'd like to speak with you." Really she wanted his thoughts and to give a few more instructions. This whole mission was frustrating.
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After the news from Sovak (NPC), Isabel was less than happy with the current situation. The Malinche damaged, Mark and Todd missing and wanted by the police, weird fluctuations, part of a hull, and a still missing survey team and ship. At this point, she was merely hoping they would find the two missing officers of their own, the Sirion crew, and that the actual Sirion was in one piece.
Given how things seemed to be going, Isabel wasn't as sure that even those would be possible. Looking around the room, she could tell her officers were anxious. They'd been discussing thigns for an hour now and had grown restless. She was wanting for some form of action as well.
In her mind, Isabel went over the findings once more, determining what was most important to check out and who should go where. Once she'd decided, Isabel moved slowly yet deliberately toward the center of the room, hands behind her back.
She turned to face her crew, "As I'm sure you're all well aware, the situation here is very complicated. Having the Malinche damaged is certainly not good news, nor is the fact that Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson are apparently wanted by the police and missing. The situation is no doubt very frustrating for all of us, but I want everyone to remember that they are StarFleet officers - especially when dealing with the Direidi."
At her last words, Isabel's eyes slowly moved out over the gathered crew. Nodding slightly, she continued, "Our next course of action is as follows: Lieutenant Sovereign, Lieutenant Barrett, and Ensign Rhone will return to the Malinche to gather any necessary supplies from the ship. Lieutenant Sovak should let me know when they have the shuttlebay doors fixed, which I'm sure will be very soon... Mr. Rhone?"
"Yes Captain?" Seryn looked up at Isabel.
"Is the shuttle you came on still on the planet?"
He nodded, "Yes ma'am."
"The three of you will take that shuttle to and from the Malinche - I'd suggest making a list of the supplies you'll need," Isabel said. "Commander Hunt, Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm, Lieutenant Thundera, and Chief Soren - you will investigate the fluctuations and their possible connections to Ms. Thundera's visions. Once Lieutenant Sovereign's team returns from the Malinche, I'd suggest you work with them, as they should have improved equipment. I would hope they should help lead you to the Sirion survey team."
"Lieutenant Abubakar, you will go with one of the Security Officers and find the hull fragment. If it is indeed from the Sirion, I want to know; and I want to know who fired on them. Once you've retrieved it, take it back to the Malinche for analysis, then report back here," she ordered.
"Ensign Rayne and I will go talk to the Direidi officials about Lieutenants Grayson and Peters. Either we'll sort things out with the officials, or we'll find them ourselves," Isabel looked over at Sara, who nodded quietly.
"At no point do I want anyone to be alone - always have at least one other person with you. It's easier to find a group of people than just one...and having someone with you may help get you out of tough situations, should any arise," Isabel commented.
Isabel continued briefly, "Any significant finds should be reported. Keep in contact with each other, and hopefully we'll find the survey team and ship before the night is through. Dismissed."
As Mason started to walk out, Isabel put her hand on his arm to stop him, "Commander, before you go with the others, I'd like to speak with you." Really she wanted his thoughts and to give a few more instructions. This whole mission was frustrating.
OFF: Tag crew! Read my e-mail for more info
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<Conference Room, 1758, Day 3>
Amanda didn't like this. Furthermore she was beginning to wonder exactly what she was doing on this mission; she certainly wasn't an engineering expert...that was more suited to Jason, Soren, and the others.
"So, where should we start?" Soren asked.
Mason was back in the room talking to Kersare about something.
"Seems like the basement would be as good an area as any," Thundera suggested.
"Sounds good to me; Cheetara I want to try something when we get down there; I think I can rig your ocular implant to transmit the visions directly to my tricorder...with some more modifiying it may even be possible for me to track any abnormal wavelength or transmission that might enter your mind."
OFF: Tag team-mates
<Conference Room, 1758, Day 3>
Amanda didn't like this. Furthermore she was beginning to wonder exactly what she was doing on this mission; she certainly wasn't an engineering expert...that was more suited to Jason, Soren, and the others.
"So, where should we start?" Soren asked.
Mason was back in the room talking to Kersare about something.
"Seems like the basement would be as good an area as any," Thundera suggested.
"Sounds good to me; Cheetara I want to try something when we get down there; I think I can rig your ocular implant to transmit the visions directly to my tricorder...with some more modifiying it may even be possible for me to track any abnormal wavelength or transmission that might enter your mind."
OFF: Tag team-mates
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Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi, Outside Conference Room, 1758, Day 3>>
Yrel was one of the first to leave the room, retrieving a PADD and quickly jotting down the things she'd soon need once they got up to the ship. She also took the precaution and assumed the ship didn't have a all-purpose on board and started to lay out what she'd need to make one.
<i>'Transporter enchancer, sensor probe, tricorders...a slew of things from engineering,'</i> she thought, making her way to the front entrance to wait for the rest of the three officer team heading up to the ship to get supplies to work into analysing the fluctuations in the basement. Unlike the meeting, she was getting quite anxious to tackle this problem. She was determined to get dominance over this problem and prove her worth on the ship. She was starting to think that she even if the ship already had an enhancer on board she might even modify it further regardless. No doubt, the science lab was about to become a mess when she got to work, and she might even anger the captain after cannibalising(sp?) some supplies from the ship, but at the least, she'd be able to get through the trouble of the fluctuations and have something potentially useful to the search of the missing crew, ship, etc.
Yrel chuckled out loud for a few seconds, drawing attention from some of the locals around her.
<i>'If they could see me now. Full of ambition, eagerness, excitement, and all things associated with a child. They wouldn't believe it was me,'</i> she thought, smiling. Far away from the one place that best explained someone reverting to more juvinielle attitudes and she was acting like it now. Maybe it'd be worth some investigation after this was all over. Title: Ba'ku that became more youthful away from home world that makes people reverse aging. It was okay, but needed some work; too long.
Yrel put the PADD away, back into the bag of her personal belongings. She'd also have to drop her thigns off in her quarters when she got back to the ship, being as it was her first time there. The ship had been damaged, but hopefully not to the point where she didn't have quarters at all. The sooner her stuff was out of the way, the better.
"What's taking everyone?" she asked openly. Barrett and Rhone were still not there yet and they had to get going. Science enhancers didn't make themselves...
Tag Barrett and Rhone.
Yrel was one of the first to leave the room, retrieving a PADD and quickly jotting down the things she'd soon need once they got up to the ship. She also took the precaution and assumed the ship didn't have a all-purpose on board and started to lay out what she'd need to make one.
<i>'Transporter enchancer, sensor probe, tricorders...a slew of things from engineering,'</i> she thought, making her way to the front entrance to wait for the rest of the three officer team heading up to the ship to get supplies to work into analysing the fluctuations in the basement. Unlike the meeting, she was getting quite anxious to tackle this problem. She was determined to get dominance over this problem and prove her worth on the ship. She was starting to think that she even if the ship already had an enhancer on board she might even modify it further regardless. No doubt, the science lab was about to become a mess when she got to work, and she might even anger the captain after cannibalising(sp?) some supplies from the ship, but at the least, she'd be able to get through the trouble of the fluctuations and have something potentially useful to the search of the missing crew, ship, etc.
Yrel chuckled out loud for a few seconds, drawing attention from some of the locals around her.
<i>'If they could see me now. Full of ambition, eagerness, excitement, and all things associated with a child. They wouldn't believe it was me,'</i> she thought, smiling. Far away from the one place that best explained someone reverting to more juvinielle attitudes and she was acting like it now. Maybe it'd be worth some investigation after this was all over. Title: Ba'ku that became more youthful away from home world that makes people reverse aging. It was okay, but needed some work; too long.
Yrel put the PADD away, back into the bag of her personal belongings. She'd also have to drop her thigns off in her quarters when she got back to the ship, being as it was her first time there. The ship had been damaged, but hopefully not to the point where she didn't have quarters at all. The sooner her stuff was out of the way, the better.
"What's taking everyone?" she asked openly. Barrett and Rhone were still not there yet and they had to get going. Science enhancers didn't make themselves...
Tag Barrett and Rhone.
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi Conference Room, Day 3, 1801>>
ON:
Rhone could feel his own excitement radiating from himself. He was headed to his new post for the first time, who wouldn't be excited? He'd get to meet the people he would be supervising as Assistant Chief Communications Officer aboard the Malinche. He couldn't wait to see her all fixed up after this ordeal.
But the ship was in disarray, according to Lieutenant Slovak. He wondered how the bridge's systems were doing.
And the piece of hull floating in space... Debris wasn't uncommon throughout known and unknown space, which is why starships are all fitted with deflector dishes, to move it out of the path of the ship. But this could be big. It could be this Sirion spoken of in the meeting or the ship he was sent to find. He wished he were on the bridge, so he could hear and see everything.
He subconsciously disassembled the equipment he had constructed and put the pieces back in the bags. He gathered both Academy-issue duffels and headed for the door. He waited for a few more of the unfamiliar crew to deposit PADDs in the constricted elbow nooks of his bag-carrying arms and headed for the door. Still moving for the hotel exit, he struggled to get a loose finger over to his communicator to contact the pilot who'd brought him.
=/\= Ensign Rhone, to Ensign Leffingwell. Warm up the shuttle, we're going to be leaving very shortly. =/\=
As he exited the building speedily he passed a woman who seemed clearly agitated, but didn't pay much attention. The shuttle was within in eyesight and he struggled to hold onto all the PADDs in his hurry. He wondered where the other two were who the Captain had mentioned.
He made it to the shuttle entry way and threw everything he was carrying into the storage compartment to the right of the doorway.
"Leffingwell, I don't hear engines humming," Rhone said, annoyed. It didn't matter, though, they couldn't take off until the other two crewmembers were present.
"Yeah, yeah," shot the Ensign. "Wasn't expecting to be going anywhere soon so I grabbed a couple drinks from the hotel bar."
Seryn's eyebrows raised and he turned toward the pilot. "You did what?" Perturbed and uncertain if this was common throughout Starfleet, he turned toward his own control area and looked out at the hustle and bustle of the natives. He sighed, and looked down at his control panel. After more thought, he said "Get up, you're not flying this shuttle."
"What?" asked Leffingwell.
Maybe it was the placebo affect, maybe it was the pilot's shock... But Rhone sensed a delayed reaction. "I didn't stutter."
Leffingwell turned his whole body so as to face Rhone completely, saying "I'm the only one qualified to fly this shuttle, its my responsibility." He left off with his index finger pointing at himself.
"Then you shouldn't have boozed up," replied Seryn, anger clearly audible, "now get up before I hit you in the face!"
It would have been humorous had Seryn not been involved in it. But an unstable condition could lead to mistakes. He believed Starfleet officers were better than that.
Leffingwell threw up his hands and stood up, moving to stand by the doorway. "Where'd you learn how to fly? You're fresh out of the Academy, green horn."
Seryn didn't care about the reference to him being new. His hands moved over the controls and the engines hummed to life. "I minored in it at the Academy, so shut your face before I put my fist through it and leave you here." Rhone had finished by turning to look the wayward pilot in the eyes, only to see a human-looking Starfleet officer standing in the doorway of the shuttle. It was the woman from the Hotel doorway.
Leffingwell had his arms folded and a smile on his face. "Evening, Lieutenant."
<Tag Sovereign and Barrett!>
OFF: Tsk tsk. I hope that guy doesn't get into trouble... *shrug*
ON:
Rhone could feel his own excitement radiating from himself. He was headed to his new post for the first time, who wouldn't be excited? He'd get to meet the people he would be supervising as Assistant Chief Communications Officer aboard the Malinche. He couldn't wait to see her all fixed up after this ordeal.
But the ship was in disarray, according to Lieutenant Slovak. He wondered how the bridge's systems were doing.
And the piece of hull floating in space... Debris wasn't uncommon throughout known and unknown space, which is why starships are all fitted with deflector dishes, to move it out of the path of the ship. But this could be big. It could be this Sirion spoken of in the meeting or the ship he was sent to find. He wished he were on the bridge, so he could hear and see everything.
He subconsciously disassembled the equipment he had constructed and put the pieces back in the bags. He gathered both Academy-issue duffels and headed for the door. He waited for a few more of the unfamiliar crew to deposit PADDs in the constricted elbow nooks of his bag-carrying arms and headed for the door. Still moving for the hotel exit, he struggled to get a loose finger over to his communicator to contact the pilot who'd brought him.
=/\= Ensign Rhone, to Ensign Leffingwell. Warm up the shuttle, we're going to be leaving very shortly. =/\=
As he exited the building speedily he passed a woman who seemed clearly agitated, but didn't pay much attention. The shuttle was within in eyesight and he struggled to hold onto all the PADDs in his hurry. He wondered where the other two were who the Captain had mentioned.
He made it to the shuttle entry way and threw everything he was carrying into the storage compartment to the right of the doorway.
"Leffingwell, I don't hear engines humming," Rhone said, annoyed. It didn't matter, though, they couldn't take off until the other two crewmembers were present.
"Yeah, yeah," shot the Ensign. "Wasn't expecting to be going anywhere soon so I grabbed a couple drinks from the hotel bar."
Seryn's eyebrows raised and he turned toward the pilot. "You did what?" Perturbed and uncertain if this was common throughout Starfleet, he turned toward his own control area and looked out at the hustle and bustle of the natives. He sighed, and looked down at his control panel. After more thought, he said "Get up, you're not flying this shuttle."
"What?" asked Leffingwell.
Maybe it was the placebo affect, maybe it was the pilot's shock... But Rhone sensed a delayed reaction. "I didn't stutter."
Leffingwell turned his whole body so as to face Rhone completely, saying "I'm the only one qualified to fly this shuttle, its my responsibility." He left off with his index finger pointing at himself.
"Then you shouldn't have boozed up," replied Seryn, anger clearly audible, "now get up before I hit you in the face!"
It would have been humorous had Seryn not been involved in it. But an unstable condition could lead to mistakes. He believed Starfleet officers were better than that.
Leffingwell threw up his hands and stood up, moving to stand by the doorway. "Where'd you learn how to fly? You're fresh out of the Academy, green horn."
Seryn didn't care about the reference to him being new. His hands moved over the controls and the engines hummed to life. "I minored in it at the Academy, so shut your face before I put my fist through it and leave you here." Rhone had finished by turning to look the wayward pilot in the eyes, only to see a human-looking Starfleet officer standing in the doorway of the shuttle. It was the woman from the Hotel doorway.
Leffingwell had his arms folded and a smile on his face. "Evening, Lieutenant."
<Tag Sovereign and Barrett!>
OFF: Tsk tsk. I hope that guy doesn't get into trouble... *shrug*
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Ensign Seryn Rhone
Assistant Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Ensign Seryn Rhone
Assistant Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Shuttle>>
<Cabin, Day 3, 1801>
Jason was just approaching the shuttle when he heard the commotion inside. He sighed outwardly, it seemd that all the new recruits these days needed to be taught a lesson in how to suborindates.
Should the pilot have been drinking? No. Did he deserve that kind of response from thier newest crewmen. No.
Striding up to the shuttle he eased his way inside, finding that Rhone was already at the helm, warming up the shuttle for launch. Slipping past thier new chief science officer and taking the co-pilots seat Jason strapped himself in.
"For future refrence you may want to watch how you talk to your crew mates, he shouldn't have been drinking but its not a wise idea to go around and make threats for a mistake," Jason said, bringing the rest of the systems online.
Rhone didn't seem to respond. Whether he was simply thinking it over or he had ignored Jason, Jason didn't know. Though at hte moment, they had more pressing concerns, like getting back to the Malinche.
OFF:
<Cabin, Day 3, 1801>
Jason was just approaching the shuttle when he heard the commotion inside. He sighed outwardly, it seemd that all the new recruits these days needed to be taught a lesson in how to suborindates.
Should the pilot have been drinking? No. Did he deserve that kind of response from thier newest crewmen. No.
Striding up to the shuttle he eased his way inside, finding that Rhone was already at the helm, warming up the shuttle for launch. Slipping past thier new chief science officer and taking the co-pilots seat Jason strapped himself in.
"For future refrence you may want to watch how you talk to your crew mates, he shouldn't have been drinking but its not a wise idea to go around and make threats for a mistake," Jason said, bringing the rest of the systems online.
Rhone didn't seem to respond. Whether he was simply thinking it over or he had ignored Jason, Jason didn't know. Though at hte moment, they had more pressing concerns, like getting back to the Malinche.
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Thundera
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 185
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:35 pm
- Location: Nasty Borg Bitch!
- Contact:
ON:<<Hotel Direidi>>
< Conference Room, 1805, Day 3>
Cheetara sat there as some Ensign, who she learned had the name of Seryn Rhone, disrupted their important meeting to have a private conversation with the Captain. She knew that there was something suspicious about it. So being the Chief Tactical and Security Officer, Cheetara became nosey to find out what was going on. What Seryn didn't know is that while during their private discussion, Cheetara was really listening in. Betazoids with Borg implants had it's perks at times.
"Stolen technology? Possibly by a crewmember? I should definantly be over there in this discussion!" she thought to herself becoming angry at the nerve of this person.
Cheetara looked over at Lieutenant Jaran wondering if it was him that had taken the missing vessel. Afterall, he had just come back out of nowhere and is a pilot. Not to mention the Chief Flight Control Officer for the Malinche.
She was sure that this would be a long mission. And the fact that now she would have more answers to search for didn't help things out much. Even if she wasn't asked to find the so called 'stolen ship'.
OFF:
< Conference Room, 1805, Day 3>
Cheetara sat there as some Ensign, who she learned had the name of Seryn Rhone, disrupted their important meeting to have a private conversation with the Captain. She knew that there was something suspicious about it. So being the Chief Tactical and Security Officer, Cheetara became nosey to find out what was going on. What Seryn didn't know is that while during their private discussion, Cheetara was really listening in. Betazoids with Borg implants had it's perks at times.
"Stolen technology? Possibly by a crewmember? I should definantly be over there in this discussion!" she thought to herself becoming angry at the nerve of this person.
Cheetara looked over at Lieutenant Jaran wondering if it was him that had taken the missing vessel. Afterall, he had just come back out of nowhere and is a pilot. Not to mention the Chief Flight Control Officer for the Malinche.
She was sure that this would be a long mission. And the fact that now she would have more answers to search for didn't help things out much. Even if she wasn't asked to find the so called 'stolen ship'.
OFF:
Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38997-A
<<Shuttle>>
<Cabin, Day 3, 1805>
A drunken pilot, and a loud-mouth ensign. What a way to get to the ship. Never had Yrel been this bad in her term as a green ensign. She knew better, from her hundred and so-forth years of experience. No wonder ensign we're never given much respect on duty, regardless of any accomplishments; they all had a bad rap.
Barrett came in just in time for Yrel to given a Rhone the low down on having a good attitude in light of the mission, she held back from saying anything first. Instead she walked in, staring Rhone down, and taking a seat in the back, behind the pilot's chair. She turned to Leffingwell.
"Thanks for greeting, ensign, and good evening to you too," she smiled breifly before letting it fall noticably away. She didn't give Rhone a second look and instead rested more comfortably in her chair and waited.
"For someone's who's pretty pompous about his ability to navigate, he's sure talking a long time to get underway. It's only a shuttle, ensign. Even <i>I</i> could get this thing going more quickly," she snapped, perhaps too harshly. There really wasn't a lot of time around to spite a green horn ensign, nor was it Yrel's typical style, but she felt there was an in-transit time to even get to the ship and she might as well slap Rhone in the face with his own arrogance brought on by eager and excitement during it. It may cost her a bit of respect to her peers, like the currently present Barrett, but she'd deal with it. There was no excuse for poor behavoir to fellow officers while on duty. "Well?"
OFF: lol
<Cabin, Day 3, 1805>
A drunken pilot, and a loud-mouth ensign. What a way to get to the ship. Never had Yrel been this bad in her term as a green ensign. She knew better, from her hundred and so-forth years of experience. No wonder ensign we're never given much respect on duty, regardless of any accomplishments; they all had a bad rap.
Barrett came in just in time for Yrel to given a Rhone the low down on having a good attitude in light of the mission, she held back from saying anything first. Instead she walked in, staring Rhone down, and taking a seat in the back, behind the pilot's chair. She turned to Leffingwell.
"Thanks for greeting, ensign, and good evening to you too," she smiled breifly before letting it fall noticably away. She didn't give Rhone a second look and instead rested more comfortably in her chair and waited.
"For someone's who's pretty pompous about his ability to navigate, he's sure talking a long time to get underway. It's only a shuttle, ensign. Even <i>I</i> could get this thing going more quickly," she snapped, perhaps too harshly. There really wasn't a lot of time around to spite a green horn ensign, nor was it Yrel's typical style, but she felt there was an in-transit time to even get to the ship and she might as well slap Rhone in the face with his own arrogance brought on by eager and excitement during it. It may cost her a bit of respect to her peers, like the currently present Barrett, but she'd deal with it. There was no excuse for poor behavoir to fellow officers while on duty. "Well?"
OFF: lol
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Direidi Surface, inside the shuttlecraft, 1806, Day 3
ON:
Seryn could feel icy stares and glances and inwardly cursed himself for his lack of crew integrity after the 'yellow shirt' put him in line. It really was conduct unbecoming an officer, but he couldn't help but wonder if his point was misplaced. Officers and enlisted alike drank after shifts, he knew. But maybe things were different outside of the Academy. He thought he should get to know how things were run before opening his mouth again.
Despite understanding he had messed up, Rhone lifted the shuttle off the ground before closing the door from his panel controls. Then he jerked the craft to the side which usually had a sideways elevator effect on the unexpecting. "I understand your point, sir," he said to the 'yellow shirt' without looking in his direction. It was probably rude not to look at him while apologizing, but had he looked at him he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile.
It was possible he had become too overconfident at the Academy. He'd excelled at everything, even been cut slack because of the direction he'd chosen to go with the Academy part of his career. He hadn't taken into account that even though he was an incredible pilot at Boston, there were still those who hadn't seen the Academy in years who were more experienced.
Letting his own thoughts sink in, Seryn angled the shuttle upward and said his prayer. Increasing speed he wished there were a section in the syllabus in Protocol and Etiquette that taught the young Starfleet officer how to say sorry.
The craft broke the atmosphere and the light of it left the interior, making shadows more prominent in the cabin. Seryn found the Malinche with the craft's sensor display and brought the shuttle to bear on the mothership. He made his way to the back of the ship and turned to the lieutenant next to him.
"Do you want to hail the Malinche, sir?"
<Tag Barrett>
OFF: Can't remember if 'Slovak' left the doors open or not.
ON:
Seryn could feel icy stares and glances and inwardly cursed himself for his lack of crew integrity after the 'yellow shirt' put him in line. It really was conduct unbecoming an officer, but he couldn't help but wonder if his point was misplaced. Officers and enlisted alike drank after shifts, he knew. But maybe things were different outside of the Academy. He thought he should get to know how things were run before opening his mouth again.
Despite understanding he had messed up, Rhone lifted the shuttle off the ground before closing the door from his panel controls. Then he jerked the craft to the side which usually had a sideways elevator effect on the unexpecting. "I understand your point, sir," he said to the 'yellow shirt' without looking in his direction. It was probably rude not to look at him while apologizing, but had he looked at him he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile.
It was possible he had become too overconfident at the Academy. He'd excelled at everything, even been cut slack because of the direction he'd chosen to go with the Academy part of his career. He hadn't taken into account that even though he was an incredible pilot at Boston, there were still those who hadn't seen the Academy in years who were more experienced.
Letting his own thoughts sink in, Seryn angled the shuttle upward and said his prayer. Increasing speed he wished there were a section in the syllabus in Protocol and Etiquette that taught the young Starfleet officer how to say sorry.
The craft broke the atmosphere and the light of it left the interior, making shadows more prominent in the cabin. Seryn found the Malinche with the craft's sensor display and brought the shuttle to bear on the mothership. He made his way to the back of the ship and turned to the lieutenant next to him.
"Do you want to hail the Malinche, sir?"
<Tag Barrett>
OFF: Can't remember if 'Slovak' left the doors open or not.
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Ensign Seryn Rhone
Assistant Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Ensign Seryn Rhone
Assistant Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Abubakar
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 60
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:29 pm
- Location: A hole, usually, sometimes referred to as Blackpool (UK)
ON: U.S.S Malinche. 1759. Day 3.
Lieutenant Sovak, having made it back to the bridge finally in a turbolift - number one as number two was still stuck, and the third lift was blocked in between two maglocks in one of the MVAM separation zones, where it had unfortunately stopped during the 'attack'.
"Get a message to the Captain, inform her have repaired the shuttlebay doors" she said to Tamlin as she walked past his station and back to centre chair.
"Ensign" she stated, looking at helm. "Take us as close as you can to the atmosphere, I want to make the distance the away team has to travel as short as possible"
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Conference Room. 1759. Day 3.
Abubakar extended the Captain and look and held it before walking out the door. He was sure she must be aware that he would have to find some way of ditching the Security Officer.
As he stepped out of room, he grabbed one of the two by his arm - Raines he was called, he was sure - he remembered seeing the guy from the Celtron mission. "Raines, come with me" Abubakar said.
Raines, tall and very muscular, with tight lips and big eyes - 'typical' Abubakar thought, followed along side the Lieutenant. He walked tall and wide, with his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
"How much do you know about what just went on in that meeting Raines?" Abubakar asked, making his way to a lift.
"Nothing sir" Raines answered quickly, spitting as he did so.
"Bull shit Petty Officer" Abubakar said as they stepped into the lift. A porter smiled at them and asked for the floor. "Get out" Abubakar said to him.
"But sir, I..." the Bolian stammered. Still in civilian clothing, Abubakar unholstered a Orion Pulse Pistol and pointed it at him.
"Now" Abubakar locked his eyes into the porters, a small snarl creeping into his lips, and the man backed out of the lift, the colour almost draining from his annoyingly blue and happy, unhealthily pudgy face.
Abubakar turned his attention back to Raines, lowering the weapon to his side. "If you're half as decent a security officer as you think you are, you would make it your business to know 'exactly' what happened in that room." Abubakar paused, wheeled around and moved right into Raines' body space. "Don't tell me a holographic wall stopped you"
Raines shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "Sir I don't make a habit of listening to my superi-"
"Cut the crap Raines" Abubakar cut him short.
"Lieutenant, whatever I heard will remain with me, and is for the safety of the ship" Raines finally budged, as the lift doors opened. Abubakar looked into the corridor - empty. He stepped out.
"So you know the whole place is basically one big hologram, most of it anyway"
Raines looked at Abubakar, in the look - a vague acknowledgement without compromising himself. Abubakar raised his right hand and ran it along the wall as they walked, eventually coming to an area where it suddenly passed through the wall, Abubakar stopped and made a large sweep like running an arm through water, stretching out his fingers and luckily felling the rough edge of where the real wall began again, he retracted his fingers so as to create the illusion of an entirely holographic wall - the wall flickered as he did so.
He raised an eye brow at Raines. Abubakar very quickly flicked a look towards the tinted window he would need to climb out of to scramble up to the roof to retrieve the Arrowhawk, it was about 5 meters away, the reflection revealed that down the corridor round the corner there was no one - 'good'.
Abubakar looked back at Raines, "Hey - I want you to stick your head through there, and tell me what's inside"
Raines looked skeptical, but being the typical security officer as he was, he had an instinct to follow orders. Raines leaned closer to the wall, unclipped his phaser and holding it to his side, raising it his chest. "There" Abubakar pointed at a section of the wall, Raines leaned in closer and prepared to stick his head and phaser hand in.
Abubakar raised the pistol ready to cover Raines, he passed it over his sight-line, and up over the right hand side of his head, Raines leaned closer.
Suddenly Abubakar brought the weapon crashing down into the back of Raines' head, the initial shock sending his head flying forward into what Abubakar had felt was actual wall. Raines stumbled backwards, his nose bleeding, heavily dazed. Through the shock, he kept standing and staggering backwards, fumbling for his phaser - Abubakar knew the guy must only have a few seconds of consciousness left, Raines unclipped the phaser and shakily raised his firing arm toward Jaran, who subsequently ducked as the phaser beam lanced towards him. Hitting the floor, he rolled and raised his own weapon firing at Raines, the multiple impacts from the pulse weapon sent him flying down the corridor.
Abubakar ran after him, kneeling by his unconscious body and checked, successfully, for a pulse. Standing up, he ran back to the window, climbed out and scrambled up onto the roof.
Abubakar hastily unclipped the control pad for the Arrowhawk and activated it, switching the materialization program to his uniform and being beamed into the cockpit at the same time as the Arrowhawk materialized out of the transport buffer.
Scanning the floor he had just been on, Abubakar locked onto Raines? comm. badge and beamed him onto the Malinche sickbay, he would deal with assault charges later on if necessary, failing that he could just ?convince? Raines to shut up ? after what his last mission entailed, the ?convincing? of one man seemed pretty trivial to him.
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U.S.S Malinche Bridge
Lieutenant Sovak sat heavily back down in the centre chair as Josh reported, ?Captain we have the ship on sensors again, right above the hotel?
Sovak was about to hail the Captain when Stone spoke up; ?It?s moving Captain, direct course takes it to the hull-site?
Sovak locked eyes on the view screen, ?Red Alert, get a weapons lock, stay as close as you can Ensign? The bridge lights dimmed to combat blues again, and dull red faded softly on and off of peoples skin.
Tamlin reported next; ?The shuttle from the away team has left the surface ma?am, it?s on its way here?
Sovaks brow furrowed, should she pursue the ship or collect the shuttle?
?Ensign Stone, is the ship above any populated areas??
?Negative Captain, and I still can?t get a definite contact for weapons lock? came the quick response.
?Full spread torpedoes, fire.? Sovak ordered, listening for the chirp at tactical, as soon as she heard it she rose and looked to helm, ?Ensign take us back to the shuttle, best speed?
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Arrowhawk cockpit
Abubakar banked hard port as the first torpedo came crashing down to his starboard and then flung off in a hard-dive, barrel rolling to the starboard as the second torpedo thundered past inches from the hull, looking up at the last second his eyes were filled with a brilliant orange light and he banked up, hard ? the collision klaxons blaring in his ears?
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Lieutenant Sovak, having made it back to the bridge finally in a turbolift - number one as number two was still stuck, and the third lift was blocked in between two maglocks in one of the MVAM separation zones, where it had unfortunately stopped during the 'attack'.
"Get a message to the Captain, inform her have repaired the shuttlebay doors" she said to Tamlin as she walked past his station and back to centre chair.
"Ensign" she stated, looking at helm. "Take us as close as you can to the atmosphere, I want to make the distance the away team has to travel as short as possible"
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Conference Room. 1759. Day 3.
Abubakar extended the Captain and look and held it before walking out the door. He was sure she must be aware that he would have to find some way of ditching the Security Officer.
As he stepped out of room, he grabbed one of the two by his arm - Raines he was called, he was sure - he remembered seeing the guy from the Celtron mission. "Raines, come with me" Abubakar said.
Raines, tall and very muscular, with tight lips and big eyes - 'typical' Abubakar thought, followed along side the Lieutenant. He walked tall and wide, with his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
"How much do you know about what just went on in that meeting Raines?" Abubakar asked, making his way to a lift.
"Nothing sir" Raines answered quickly, spitting as he did so.
"Bull shit Petty Officer" Abubakar said as they stepped into the lift. A porter smiled at them and asked for the floor. "Get out" Abubakar said to him.
"But sir, I..." the Bolian stammered. Still in civilian clothing, Abubakar unholstered a Orion Pulse Pistol and pointed it at him.
"Now" Abubakar locked his eyes into the porters, a small snarl creeping into his lips, and the man backed out of the lift, the colour almost draining from his annoyingly blue and happy, unhealthily pudgy face.
Abubakar turned his attention back to Raines, lowering the weapon to his side. "If you're half as decent a security officer as you think you are, you would make it your business to know 'exactly' what happened in that room." Abubakar paused, wheeled around and moved right into Raines' body space. "Don't tell me a holographic wall stopped you"
Raines shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "Sir I don't make a habit of listening to my superi-"
"Cut the crap Raines" Abubakar cut him short.
"Lieutenant, whatever I heard will remain with me, and is for the safety of the ship" Raines finally budged, as the lift doors opened. Abubakar looked into the corridor - empty. He stepped out.
"So you know the whole place is basically one big hologram, most of it anyway"
Raines looked at Abubakar, in the look - a vague acknowledgement without compromising himself. Abubakar raised his right hand and ran it along the wall as they walked, eventually coming to an area where it suddenly passed through the wall, Abubakar stopped and made a large sweep like running an arm through water, stretching out his fingers and luckily felling the rough edge of where the real wall began again, he retracted his fingers so as to create the illusion of an entirely holographic wall - the wall flickered as he did so.
He raised an eye brow at Raines. Abubakar very quickly flicked a look towards the tinted window he would need to climb out of to scramble up to the roof to retrieve the Arrowhawk, it was about 5 meters away, the reflection revealed that down the corridor round the corner there was no one - 'good'.
Abubakar looked back at Raines, "Hey - I want you to stick your head through there, and tell me what's inside"
Raines looked skeptical, but being the typical security officer as he was, he had an instinct to follow orders. Raines leaned closer to the wall, unclipped his phaser and holding it to his side, raising it his chest. "There" Abubakar pointed at a section of the wall, Raines leaned in closer and prepared to stick his head and phaser hand in.
Abubakar raised the pistol ready to cover Raines, he passed it over his sight-line, and up over the right hand side of his head, Raines leaned closer.
Suddenly Abubakar brought the weapon crashing down into the back of Raines' head, the initial shock sending his head flying forward into what Abubakar had felt was actual wall. Raines stumbled backwards, his nose bleeding, heavily dazed. Through the shock, he kept standing and staggering backwards, fumbling for his phaser - Abubakar knew the guy must only have a few seconds of consciousness left, Raines unclipped the phaser and shakily raised his firing arm toward Jaran, who subsequently ducked as the phaser beam lanced towards him. Hitting the floor, he rolled and raised his own weapon firing at Raines, the multiple impacts from the pulse weapon sent him flying down the corridor.
Abubakar ran after him, kneeling by his unconscious body and checked, successfully, for a pulse. Standing up, he ran back to the window, climbed out and scrambled up onto the roof.
Abubakar hastily unclipped the control pad for the Arrowhawk and activated it, switching the materialization program to his uniform and being beamed into the cockpit at the same time as the Arrowhawk materialized out of the transport buffer.
Scanning the floor he had just been on, Abubakar locked onto Raines? comm. badge and beamed him onto the Malinche sickbay, he would deal with assault charges later on if necessary, failing that he could just ?convince? Raines to shut up ? after what his last mission entailed, the ?convincing? of one man seemed pretty trivial to him.
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U.S.S Malinche Bridge
Lieutenant Sovak sat heavily back down in the centre chair as Josh reported, ?Captain we have the ship on sensors again, right above the hotel?
Sovak was about to hail the Captain when Stone spoke up; ?It?s moving Captain, direct course takes it to the hull-site?
Sovak locked eyes on the view screen, ?Red Alert, get a weapons lock, stay as close as you can Ensign? The bridge lights dimmed to combat blues again, and dull red faded softly on and off of peoples skin.
Tamlin reported next; ?The shuttle from the away team has left the surface ma?am, it?s on its way here?
Sovaks brow furrowed, should she pursue the ship or collect the shuttle?
?Ensign Stone, is the ship above any populated areas??
?Negative Captain, and I still can?t get a definite contact for weapons lock? came the quick response.
?Full spread torpedoes, fire.? Sovak ordered, listening for the chirp at tactical, as soon as she heard it she rose and looked to helm, ?Ensign take us back to the shuttle, best speed?
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Arrowhawk cockpit
Abubakar banked hard port as the first torpedo came crashing down to his starboard and then flung off in a hard-dive, barrel rolling to the starboard as the second torpedo thundered past inches from the hull, looking up at the last second his eyes were filled with a brilliant orange light and he banked up, hard ? the collision klaxons blaring in his ears?
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Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
<<Hotel Direidi, Conference Room, 1817, Day 3>>
As Mason started to walk out, Isabel put her hand on his arm to stop him, "Commander, before you go with the others, I'd like to speak with you." Really she wanted his thoughts and to give a few more instructions. This whole mission was frustrating.
Once they'd stepped aside, Isabel turned to Mason, "Do you have any other thoughts regarding the most recent events - the ship being damaged, Peters and Grayson being wanted by the police...?"
"Captain I would be lying if I said this mission was at all easy. With all that has happened with our crew both down here and on the ship I would say we are being toyed with. If we look at the clues, first Barrett becomes ill and starts having these hallucinations from that object we found earlier then all of these EM flucuations now two of our officers being hunted down for crimes they may or not have committed. Now Thundera with her visions all of these things seemed to be designed to lure us away from the truth here. Who ever kidnapped the Sirion crew does not want us to find them or want us to leave. If i didn't know any better I would swear we are getting close. With our crew being taken apart a piece at a time, someone or something knows more about us then we know ourselves in order to get at us like this."
She nodded, "They certainly aren't comforting thoughts, to say the least. I just hope we can get these matters resolved; I think the crew gets more and more uncomfortable the longer we're here. However, Commander, we did have the idea that the Sirion crew left some of those behind, in order to help us find them. In any event, I still feel that if it was the Direidi who lured the survey team away, they were acting in the Sirion crewmembers' best interest."
Although Mason wanted to agree to that assessment, he could see Kersare getting a bit down as she sighed and looked back to her XO.
"The crew like myself are with you on this Captain from start to finish. I think we should all regroup and meet somewhere neutral and put all the maps and clues we have so far to get to the bottom of this. If we continue to search around the grounds and keep running into EM fields and our crew force to suffer more visions and hallucinations we will never be able to rescue the Sirion crew and get our crew out of here in one piece."
"Actually, I feel the opposite about that. We've already discussed things, so I see no point in continuing. The only way to get the answers we want is to continue in this 'game' and solve the riddle. Sitting around and talking won't find the Sirion or her crew," Isabel noted.
"Keep a close eye on Thundera in case these 'visions' become more dangerous. I assigned Doctor Darkhelm to that group specifically to help try to figure out what was going on with it, and in case it became a hazard to Cheetara's health, though I hope it isn't," Isabel said, watching Mason carefully.
"I agree Captain, for everyone sakes for the doctor, Barrett and Thundera to remain behind in the meeting room, they did not seem to be effected all so much there and we can't risk putting them threw any further risk."
"I'm not so sure. I think Thundera may hold part of the key to the answer. Right now Barrett's going back to the ship, and when he and that team return, they'll be joining up with your team. At that point, both of the crew that have a higher potential to be in danger will be in close range of Darkhelm, who I'm sure won't let anything happen to them," she replied. A certain part of her agreed it wasn't good to put anyone in danger, but she didn't honestly feel that Jason or Cheetara were in immediate danger. The Direidi did not want to harm anyone, not truly, and Isabel was sure that if something bad could happen, the Direidi would prevent it.
Isabel smoothed her uniform out of habit, then continued, "The Federation hull fragment, with weapons fire signature is rather distubring as well. I have a bad feeling about the Sirion's condition. Since we haven't found enough debris to indicate the entire ship was destroyed, I'm still hopeful that we'll be able to locate it."
"We will Captain, perhaps we should have the Malinche begin scanning for elements and metal trace patterns not commonly found in debris. Think of it what if who ever captured the Sirion crew have been playing games with us. They would not leave their tracks or anything leading back to them in plain view."
Considering his thoughts, Isabel nodded slowly, "I'm sure Lieutenant Sovak (NPC), as a Science Officer, has already thought to scan for odd things in debris - though she didn't report a large amount of it, just that hull fragment. I'm still inclined to believe that the Sirion survey team is safe, wherever they happen to be...though the crew left on the ship itself may very well be in danger. For now, though, we should get back to our teams so we can try to unravel the mysteries..."
As soon as she'd finished her thought, the door flew open, and Isabel saw someone fly through the air...she looked down to see who it was, then looked over at Mason in surprise.
OFF: Tag crew! This post is leading into a JP that'll be posted a little later today.
JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
As Mason started to walk out, Isabel put her hand on his arm to stop him, "Commander, before you go with the others, I'd like to speak with you." Really she wanted his thoughts and to give a few more instructions. This whole mission was frustrating.
Once they'd stepped aside, Isabel turned to Mason, "Do you have any other thoughts regarding the most recent events - the ship being damaged, Peters and Grayson being wanted by the police...?"
"Captain I would be lying if I said this mission was at all easy. With all that has happened with our crew both down here and on the ship I would say we are being toyed with. If we look at the clues, first Barrett becomes ill and starts having these hallucinations from that object we found earlier then all of these EM flucuations now two of our officers being hunted down for crimes they may or not have committed. Now Thundera with her visions all of these things seemed to be designed to lure us away from the truth here. Who ever kidnapped the Sirion crew does not want us to find them or want us to leave. If i didn't know any better I would swear we are getting close. With our crew being taken apart a piece at a time, someone or something knows more about us then we know ourselves in order to get at us like this."
She nodded, "They certainly aren't comforting thoughts, to say the least. I just hope we can get these matters resolved; I think the crew gets more and more uncomfortable the longer we're here. However, Commander, we did have the idea that the Sirion crew left some of those behind, in order to help us find them. In any event, I still feel that if it was the Direidi who lured the survey team away, they were acting in the Sirion crewmembers' best interest."
Although Mason wanted to agree to that assessment, he could see Kersare getting a bit down as she sighed and looked back to her XO.
"The crew like myself are with you on this Captain from start to finish. I think we should all regroup and meet somewhere neutral and put all the maps and clues we have so far to get to the bottom of this. If we continue to search around the grounds and keep running into EM fields and our crew force to suffer more visions and hallucinations we will never be able to rescue the Sirion crew and get our crew out of here in one piece."
"Actually, I feel the opposite about that. We've already discussed things, so I see no point in continuing. The only way to get the answers we want is to continue in this 'game' and solve the riddle. Sitting around and talking won't find the Sirion or her crew," Isabel noted.
"Keep a close eye on Thundera in case these 'visions' become more dangerous. I assigned Doctor Darkhelm to that group specifically to help try to figure out what was going on with it, and in case it became a hazard to Cheetara's health, though I hope it isn't," Isabel said, watching Mason carefully.
"I agree Captain, for everyone sakes for the doctor, Barrett and Thundera to remain behind in the meeting room, they did not seem to be effected all so much there and we can't risk putting them threw any further risk."
"I'm not so sure. I think Thundera may hold part of the key to the answer. Right now Barrett's going back to the ship, and when he and that team return, they'll be joining up with your team. At that point, both of the crew that have a higher potential to be in danger will be in close range of Darkhelm, who I'm sure won't let anything happen to them," she replied. A certain part of her agreed it wasn't good to put anyone in danger, but she didn't honestly feel that Jason or Cheetara were in immediate danger. The Direidi did not want to harm anyone, not truly, and Isabel was sure that if something bad could happen, the Direidi would prevent it.
Isabel smoothed her uniform out of habit, then continued, "The Federation hull fragment, with weapons fire signature is rather distubring as well. I have a bad feeling about the Sirion's condition. Since we haven't found enough debris to indicate the entire ship was destroyed, I'm still hopeful that we'll be able to locate it."
"We will Captain, perhaps we should have the Malinche begin scanning for elements and metal trace patterns not commonly found in debris. Think of it what if who ever captured the Sirion crew have been playing games with us. They would not leave their tracks or anything leading back to them in plain view."
Considering his thoughts, Isabel nodded slowly, "I'm sure Lieutenant Sovak (NPC), as a Science Officer, has already thought to scan for odd things in debris - though she didn't report a large amount of it, just that hull fragment. I'm still inclined to believe that the Sirion survey team is safe, wherever they happen to be...though the crew left on the ship itself may very well be in danger. For now, though, we should get back to our teams so we can try to unravel the mysteries..."
As soon as she'd finished her thought, the door flew open, and Isabel saw someone fly through the air...she looked down to see who it was, then looked over at Mason in surprise.
OFF: Tag crew! This post is leading into a JP that'll be posted a little later today.
JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <Hotel Direidi, 1845>
Peters and Grayson made their way to the hotel lobby with little trouble. What happened once there, however, was another matter. Peters heard someone shout "There they are!" He immediately groaned and whispered to Grayson, "This just isn't our day at all."
Grayson sighed. "Why am I not surprised?", muttered him, holding his hands up.
A moment later, Peters was sprawled on his stomach, Grayson beside him, as a pair of the local police cuffed them. Finally, something in Peters snapped. He flipped his head to the side and firmly stated, "This is no way to treat a pair of Starfleet Officers."
The highest ranking in the group, who looked to be a Lieutenant, came closer and knelt down beside Peters. "Oh, so ye claim t' be Starfleet, do ye? Well, we'll be seein' about that. And if ye are Starfleet, you shouldna' been robbin' banks."
Peters had to fight back a laugh at the man's antiquated accent. He sounded just like a police officer in a Bugs Bunny cartoon Peters had seen as a boy.
"Robbing banks?", Grayson repeated. "Oh, joy... ", muttered him. "Hey, Peters, did you robbed a bank when I wasn't looking?".The game was still on. But only now the rules were starting to get real clear to Mark. He didn't even tried the 'we're framed' theory. Why bother?
Peters grunted, then said, "I certainly don't remember robbing any bank, but maybe we look like someone who did recently? Still, at least they're not trying to pin us for murder or something."
"Don't give them any ideas...", said Mark, dryly.
<Moments later>
Peters flew through the door into the hotel's conference room following a hearty shove from the police officer who'd been guarding him. On his way through the door, his foot caught on the doorframe and he crashed to the floor on his stomach with a loud "OOF!" After a moment he slid to a stop in front of a pair of boots.
Thinking that the boots looked remarkably familiar, Peters looked up to see the owner. "Ah," he said, "Good Evening, Captain. Sorry about the poor entrance, but it really wasn't my idea."
Mark waved hello, using his cuffed hands, to the Captain. "Hi, Captain... Could you give us a hand? We're a little tied up here."
Isabel quirked an eyebrow, "So good of you to join us Mr. Peters, Mr. Grayson." She waited for Todd to get up, and saw the police officer behind him. "What exactly is going on here, officer?"
After a parting glance at Todd and Mark, the police officer sneered, "These two are supposed to be under arrest - they've escaped our custody twice."
"If you're arrested without reason, I think that's a fair thing to do..." muttered Mark.
Peters nodded his agreement to that. "I always figured if they make the wall of the jail out of a hologram, they want you to escape... and it would have only been one escape if clumsy over here hadn't kicked the bucket..."
"If you hadn't waved your hand for starters we wouldn't be arrested to begin with, Peters", snapped Grayson.
"Says you," Peters began to retort. He cut off when he felt a sharp nudge from the Police officer standing next to him.
"What exactly are they under arrest for, and who are you?" Isabel looked from Mason to Sara, back to Todd and Mark, who looked a little puzzled themselves.
Hunt indeed was puzzled to the point being completely baffled. Now he knew what sort of uniforms the native planet officials wore but these two men were unknown to all in the group.
"They robbed a bank, Captain. My name is Krupke, Officer Krupke," the policeman replied.
"Robbed a bank, you must be mistaken (Mason moved in front to see the cuffs a bit tight on the two Starfleet officers) even on the most distant planets we don't ever use money. Is this how you treat all of your arrestees?" asked Mason looking back to Kersare.
Isabel took a closer look at Todd and Mark, then back at Officer Krupke, "Surely you don't normally toss people through doorways, or put cuffs on them this tightly?"
"I don't see why not, they are criminals, Captain," he replied, smirking at the two.
"Captain, until they have been formally charged and evidence brought to us to prove they are guilty I believe we are empowered to order their release both under this planet's charter as well as the federations."
Nodding, Isabel turned back to the officer, "I'm inclined to agree with Commander Hunt. Until I see some evidence as to your claims, I'm going to have to ask for the release of these two officers into my custody. I assure you they won't go anywhere - we still have a mission to complete, after all."
Turning to Sara, Isabel spoke so only the ensign could hear, "I'm going to need you to work quickly and quietly - find out all you can about the supposed crime Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson committed, and the Direidi justice system."
"Impossible," Officer Krupke retorted. "The trial starts in thirty minutes. They should remain in custody until then."
"Where exactly is this trial taking place?" This just kept getting worse and worse...Though it did seem that Isabel chose the right person to accompany her - perhaps Sara could find something that would be useful.
"Captain", said Grayson. "The only reason, besides Peters waving his hand, that put us in such trouble its because we uncovered information about a warehouse. When we were about to enter, these guys appeared. It's a game... It's misdirection game."
"Or maybe they just wanted to see what else we could come up with to keep them amused," Peters suggested. "At any rate, we sure as heck didn't rob any banks and this trial is not likely to be enjoyable."
Officer Krupke glared at Mark and Todd, then looked over at Isabel, "The trial will be at the Direidi Municipal Complex at 7:30pm, by your ship time. We'll take care of these two til then."
Sighing, Isabel nodded, "Very well. We'll be there. I do, however, request that they be treated with the utmost respect til then. They, in turn, will not try to escape." At this last remark, Isabel looked at both men and raised an eyebrow.
Peters tried to look innocent, then stammered, "N-no escapes ma'am."
OFF: JP brought to you by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Peters and Grayson made their way to the hotel lobby with little trouble. What happened once there, however, was another matter. Peters heard someone shout "There they are!" He immediately groaned and whispered to Grayson, "This just isn't our day at all."
Grayson sighed. "Why am I not surprised?", muttered him, holding his hands up.
A moment later, Peters was sprawled on his stomach, Grayson beside him, as a pair of the local police cuffed them. Finally, something in Peters snapped. He flipped his head to the side and firmly stated, "This is no way to treat a pair of Starfleet Officers."
The highest ranking in the group, who looked to be a Lieutenant, came closer and knelt down beside Peters. "Oh, so ye claim t' be Starfleet, do ye? Well, we'll be seein' about that. And if ye are Starfleet, you shouldna' been robbin' banks."
Peters had to fight back a laugh at the man's antiquated accent. He sounded just like a police officer in a Bugs Bunny cartoon Peters had seen as a boy.
"Robbing banks?", Grayson repeated. "Oh, joy... ", muttered him. "Hey, Peters, did you robbed a bank when I wasn't looking?".The game was still on. But only now the rules were starting to get real clear to Mark. He didn't even tried the 'we're framed' theory. Why bother?
Peters grunted, then said, "I certainly don't remember robbing any bank, but maybe we look like someone who did recently? Still, at least they're not trying to pin us for murder or something."
"Don't give them any ideas...", said Mark, dryly.
<Moments later>
Peters flew through the door into the hotel's conference room following a hearty shove from the police officer who'd been guarding him. On his way through the door, his foot caught on the doorframe and he crashed to the floor on his stomach with a loud "OOF!" After a moment he slid to a stop in front of a pair of boots.
Thinking that the boots looked remarkably familiar, Peters looked up to see the owner. "Ah," he said, "Good Evening, Captain. Sorry about the poor entrance, but it really wasn't my idea."
Mark waved hello, using his cuffed hands, to the Captain. "Hi, Captain... Could you give us a hand? We're a little tied up here."
Isabel quirked an eyebrow, "So good of you to join us Mr. Peters, Mr. Grayson." She waited for Todd to get up, and saw the police officer behind him. "What exactly is going on here, officer?"
After a parting glance at Todd and Mark, the police officer sneered, "These two are supposed to be under arrest - they've escaped our custody twice."
"If you're arrested without reason, I think that's a fair thing to do..." muttered Mark.
Peters nodded his agreement to that. "I always figured if they make the wall of the jail out of a hologram, they want you to escape... and it would have only been one escape if clumsy over here hadn't kicked the bucket..."
"If you hadn't waved your hand for starters we wouldn't be arrested to begin with, Peters", snapped Grayson.
"Says you," Peters began to retort. He cut off when he felt a sharp nudge from the Police officer standing next to him.
"What exactly are they under arrest for, and who are you?" Isabel looked from Mason to Sara, back to Todd and Mark, who looked a little puzzled themselves.
Hunt indeed was puzzled to the point being completely baffled. Now he knew what sort of uniforms the native planet officials wore but these two men were unknown to all in the group.
"They robbed a bank, Captain. My name is Krupke, Officer Krupke," the policeman replied.
"Robbed a bank, you must be mistaken (Mason moved in front to see the cuffs a bit tight on the two Starfleet officers) even on the most distant planets we don't ever use money. Is this how you treat all of your arrestees?" asked Mason looking back to Kersare.
Isabel took a closer look at Todd and Mark, then back at Officer Krupke, "Surely you don't normally toss people through doorways, or put cuffs on them this tightly?"
"I don't see why not, they are criminals, Captain," he replied, smirking at the two.
"Captain, until they have been formally charged and evidence brought to us to prove they are guilty I believe we are empowered to order their release both under this planet's charter as well as the federations."
Nodding, Isabel turned back to the officer, "I'm inclined to agree with Commander Hunt. Until I see some evidence as to your claims, I'm going to have to ask for the release of these two officers into my custody. I assure you they won't go anywhere - we still have a mission to complete, after all."
Turning to Sara, Isabel spoke so only the ensign could hear, "I'm going to need you to work quickly and quietly - find out all you can about the supposed crime Mr. Peters and Mr. Grayson committed, and the Direidi justice system."
"Impossible," Officer Krupke retorted. "The trial starts in thirty minutes. They should remain in custody until then."
"Where exactly is this trial taking place?" This just kept getting worse and worse...Though it did seem that Isabel chose the right person to accompany her - perhaps Sara could find something that would be useful.
"Captain", said Grayson. "The only reason, besides Peters waving his hand, that put us in such trouble its because we uncovered information about a warehouse. When we were about to enter, these guys appeared. It's a game... It's misdirection game."
"Or maybe they just wanted to see what else we could come up with to keep them amused," Peters suggested. "At any rate, we sure as heck didn't rob any banks and this trial is not likely to be enjoyable."
Officer Krupke glared at Mark and Todd, then looked over at Isabel, "The trial will be at the Direidi Municipal Complex at 7:30pm, by your ship time. We'll take care of these two til then."
Sighing, Isabel nodded, "Very well. We'll be there. I do, however, request that they be treated with the utmost respect til then. They, in turn, will not try to escape." At this last remark, Isabel looked at both men and raised an eyebrow.
Peters tried to look innocent, then stammered, "N-no escapes ma'am."
OFF: JP brought to you by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu
<<Shuttle>>
<Cabin, 1846, Day 3>
Jason was about to respond when the Malinche started firing torpedoes. Jason was immiedatly on the com, calling the Malinche as they watched the starship continue to fire down at a point on the surface.
"Malinche, this is Lt. Barrett....dare I ask what you are firing apon."
The response was just static, prompting Jason to swear loudly. Clearly the Malinche was still experiencing some technical difficulties. Hopefully though, they would have that patched up sometime soon....either that or he may have to stay on the Malinche.
"What are they firing at?" Rhone asked.
"I don't know," Jason said. "Keep us clear of those torpedoes though...and get us onboard ASAP."
"No problem there."
The shuttle continued its acent toward the Malinche. Looking out the viewport, Jason could see that the Malinche was indeed still firing at the surface, although it might have been a bit blindly. At least that was what it looked like from there he was sitting.
"Looks like I'll have to bring her in manually."
"Oh goody, just try and not kill us during hte landing."
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<Cabin, 1846, Day 3>
Jason was about to respond when the Malinche started firing torpedoes. Jason was immiedatly on the com, calling the Malinche as they watched the starship continue to fire down at a point on the surface.
"Malinche, this is Lt. Barrett....dare I ask what you are firing apon."
The response was just static, prompting Jason to swear loudly. Clearly the Malinche was still experiencing some technical difficulties. Hopefully though, they would have that patched up sometime soon....either that or he may have to stay on the Malinche.
"What are they firing at?" Rhone asked.
"I don't know," Jason said. "Keep us clear of those torpedoes though...and get us onboard ASAP."
"No problem there."
The shuttle continued its acent toward the Malinche. Looking out the viewport, Jason could see that the Malinche was indeed still firing at the surface, although it might have been a bit blindly. At least that was what it looked like from there he was sitting.
"Looks like I'll have to bring her in manually."
"Oh goody, just try and not kill us during hte landing."
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USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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ON: <Hotel Direidi>
<Conference Room, 1845, Day 3>
Cheetara, Soren, and Darkhelm were standing just outside of the conference room talking about ideas for where to start on their assignment while waiting for Hunt to finish his talk with Kersare and join them. As they were discussing, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
"Is that.....?" Darkhelm started to ask.
"Yes. Lieutenants Grayson and Peters. Obviously in some trouble by the looks of the cuffs and what appears to be police." Cheetara stated answering a semi rhetorical question.
Cheetara got closer to the officer as he talked to the Captain not believing a word of the charges that was coming out of his mouth. She heard Soren and Darkhelm wihspering quietly behind her about how impossible the charges were.
"I'm going to that trial as well!" she stated flat out and walked back over to Darkhelm and Soren while Isabel finished talking with Hunt.
OFF: Tag Team
<Conference Room, 1845, Day 3>
Cheetara, Soren, and Darkhelm were standing just outside of the conference room talking about ideas for where to start on their assignment while waiting for Hunt to finish his talk with Kersare and join them. As they were discussing, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
"Is that.....?" Darkhelm started to ask.
"Yes. Lieutenants Grayson and Peters. Obviously in some trouble by the looks of the cuffs and what appears to be police." Cheetara stated answering a semi rhetorical question.
Cheetara got closer to the officer as he talked to the Captain not believing a word of the charges that was coming out of his mouth. She heard Soren and Darkhelm wihspering quietly behind her about how impossible the charges were.
As the officer walked away with Peters and Grayson, Cheetara walked up to the Captain.Officer Krupke glared at Mark and Todd, then looked over at Isabel, "The trial will be at the Direidi Municipal Complex at 7:30pm, by your ship time. We'll take care of these two til then."
Sighing, Isabel nodded, "Very well. We'll be there. I do, however, request that they be treated with the utmost respect til then. They, in turn, will not try to escape." At this last remark, Isabel looked at both men and raised an eyebrow.
Peters tried to look innocent, then stammered, "N-no escapes ma'am."
"I'm going to that trial as well!" she stated flat out and walked back over to Darkhelm and Soren while Isabel finished talking with Hunt.
OFF: Tag Team
Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38997-A