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Post by blaster89 on Nov 22, 2005 2:12:18 GMT
Rye sat back at an old stool in The Starburst. He was sipping a large class of juice, and reading a novel called “The Teeth of the Tiger” by Tom Clancy. Setting the book down for a moment, he glanced at his watch. “Hmm. I guess I’d better get going to the Hope. Thanks for the drink.” Rye said as he got up out of the stool, and headed for the exit of the bar.
Walking back into the bright sterile corridors of the starbase, It tool the Commander’s eyes a few minutes to adjust from the dark atmosphere of the bar, Rye continued on to the temporary quarters he had been assigned, and gathered his belongings. Continuing again, Rye went to the heart of the starbase, and crossed the tube into the secondary hull of the Nebula-Class Explorer. Looking out the transparent tube as he walked towards his ship, Rye saw several other starships moored at the Starbase, like vessels in a painting. Rye looked closely at the Viper, an Akira-class vessel, and saw severe scoring on the Aft Weapons Pod, and the port nacelle. Rye knew that the Viper had been patrolling the Cardassian border, but he didn’t know that she was due back so soon. Rye was quite curious, so he continued on, quickening his pace to get to his quarters, and drop off his few personal effects, and then continue on to his ready room on the bridge, where he could contact Commodore One regarding the details of his impending mission.
Rye stepped on the bridge, rather quickly, and walked into his ready room off of the bridge. Rye went to his replicator, and ordered a large milkshake (in a discrete glass). He then sat down at his desk, and looked through his transmissions. “I’ll be damned . The Viper was attacked by a vessel…as she was warping for another system. I wonder who it was…” Rye thought out loud to himself. He continued read his messages, and saw a request from Commodore One for Rye to contact him immediately. The Commander opened a communication link, and opened a channel to the Commodore’s office. He quickly got a reply, and One’s face and upper body appeared on his transparent screen. ”Hello, Commander Fitzpatrick. How are you this morning? “Not too bad, Commodore. Yourself?” “A little disturbed. Have you read the reports from Captain Frances , the skipper of the Viper? “Yes, I did. What exactly happened? Who attacked the Viper?” “Well, we don’t know exactly. That is why we are sending the Hope to find out what the hell is going on. Your mission is to go to the Cardassian Border, and search for the vessel that opened fire on the Viper.” Rye thought for a moment. We’ll be going into a hot situation. We’d better prepare. “Commodore, considering the circumstances, I’d like to request that we have a second vessel accompany us. I’d like to be in a situation where we can defend ourselves against most anything.” “That sounds reasonable. I’m dispatching the Churchill to go with you. You’ll be the Commander, and they will take their orders from you.” “Thank you, commodore. I appreciate the assistance.” “Good luck, Commander.” “Thank you, sir.” Rye watched the Commodore’s face turn into the UFP emblem. Rye finished his milkshake, and put it back into the replicator. He tapped his combadge, and contacted all of the instructors and the senior staff. (=/\=) “Fitzpatrick to all senior officers and instructors. Please report to the briefing room at 13:00.” (=/\=)
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Post by tiffani on Nov 22, 2005 3:34:24 GMT
*Tiffani had been sitting in her temporary quarters drinking a hot cup of tea when she heard Fitzpatrick's voice come over the comm channel, she frowned as she listened to the message* So much for the cup of tea, she sighed, placed the cup in the dispenser and left her quarters heading to the turbolift*
*Tiffani leaned against the hull of the turbolift, and ordered it to the bridge she then thought for a moment about how things in her life had been going, she missed felix and amilea both dearly, but when she learned of the opportunity take the advance tactical training course to become an Co or Fo she jumped right up there, she had always dreamed of some day running her own ship, but she knew that day was far away yet, right now she would focus on the here and now and only hope that she make it back home soon, to her family and to her vessel, well not so much her vessal but she felt as though it belong to her as it was the most familar to her, where she had first begin her career in starfleet, suddenlys the doors to the turbolift swished open revealing the bridge, she smiled at some of the officer as she passed them making her way to the briefing room, she entered to notice that the only one currently in was Cmdr Fitzpatrick, she nodded*
Goodday sir *she smiled and took her seat* anything i need to know before the rest of the group arrive? *she questioned*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2005 17:22:42 GMT
Jonathon sat in his office running through staff medicals and browsing the latest reports from Starfleet Medical. He watched his nursing staff working away. Work down here was never done. There were the inevitable regular physicals, the occasional injuries and of course the ongoing research. Jonathon himself was working on developing a new technique for sequencing tRNA sequences in Andorians. It was all part of the ongoing work to solve the severe population crisis on Andor. He realised that pretty soon they would be leaving on a mission and wanted to make the most of his access to the Starbases data network.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2005 17:39:58 GMT
Kragh sat in his rom it was dark. No ligt on. He likd it dark. Much more like hom on Krono. Nevr had nb he ban so on his onw. He mised his flow klingons. Its was strgne to be on a strafleet shop. Helo how are u he said to the crwperosn he past in the coridor. Ok tnx she replid Kuragh grined at her, she was fit. Perharps we eat later. What u say to diner. Sure she replid rturnung his smile. catch ya l8ters He went to the birdge and said Helo I m here. What u want me to do
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2005 17:41:03 GMT
Shris paused motionless in the jungle. He could feel the oppressive atmosphere cloying at his lungs. He breathed deeply and expunged a cloud of heavy carbon dioxide. he shifted his weight ever so slightly to the balls of his feet and spun slowly anti-clockwise. He wrinkled up his nose as the breeze brought him the faint aroma of a distant Sulant and one...one far closer. He tipped his head to one side in a bird like fashion trying to pinpoint the sounds that echoed around him amongst the lush dark green foliage. In the distance some kind of raptor sqwaked and there was a howl from a primate, neither was what he was after. Then he heard it. The clatter of hooves. He broke into a run, brushing aside the vines and long thick lianas. His feet pounded through the leaf littered floor and bounded over the stones of a small stream. Suddenly like a pause button had been pressed Shris stopped. In a flash of action he threw his short hooked weapon. The weapon span and glinted in a shaft of light falling from the canopy. It turned end over end twice before striking an object that was emerging from the undergrowth at speed. The Sulant, a bear like creature with cruel jagged spines and a single tusk roared in agony as the blade sliced a chunk off its ear. Shris leapt upwards grasping a branch and flipping himself over the sulants charge and landing behind it. Confused the Sulant checked its attack and snorted. Shris pulled out another hook and leapt on the creatures back, the Sulant bucked violently but Shris maintained his balance as he plunged the weapon in to the creatures skull. Warm thick blue blood sprayed over him. The Sulant screamed in agony and twitched and lay still. Pulling himself upright Shris decided that he had had a good enough workout and that it was time to meet the new CO and FO. "End Programme" he ordered the holodeck computer. He checked his uniform and made his way to teh bridge. "Shris reporting Sirs. Welcome to the Hope."
Tag CO and FO
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Post by blaster89 on Nov 24, 2005 4:36:04 GMT
Rye sat in the briefing room musing what he would do about this mission. It was a challenge to have to go in a combat situation with a crew he barely knew. They were Starfleet officers, so they would be competent, but they didn’t have a feel for his style of command. For that matter, he didn’t have much of a command himself. He had only very rarely been in a position of command, and those were under normal operating circumstances. How would he be able to order his commands under pressure? “Good day, sir. Is there anything I need to know before we start the briefing?” Rye stared blankly, not even noticing his old shipmate’s presence. “Rye?” Rye looked up a Tiffani and shook his head “Tiffani. Sorry, I was just thinking. How are you?” <Tag Tiff> “So how’s your baby doing? “ <Tag Tiff> “I know what you must feel like. So you know, this mission may be dangerous. We’re going up against a clearly hostile enemy. I know I can count on you as XO.” <Tag Tiff> They continued talking for a short while, and then officers began to come in. Once they were all assembled, Rye stood up, and began to talk. ”Good afternoon, everyone. I’ll get straight to the point. As many of you may have noticed, the USS Viper is back at Conqueror, and she’s taken damage. Whiile she was warping out of a system, an unidentified vessel dropped cloak, and opened fire. Fortunately, only her port nacelle was damaged. Our mission will be to run an investigation of what happened, and apprehend the assailants. We will be in a combat situation, so I definitely want all stations to be on Yellow Alert at all times, and weapons powered. We don’t know what we’re dealing with, so Shris, I’d like you to begin issuing sidearms to all personnel, type II, and type III to the security officers. I’d like three officers on the bridge and in engineering at all times. Briefing dismissed.”
Rye waited for the rest of the officers to leave, and then he followed them out onto the bridge. “Commander Merit. Open a channel to Starbase control.” “Aye, sir.” “Starbase Conqueror from USS Hope. Preparing to depart. Request clearance for exit.” “Hope from Conqueror. Departure granted. Exit at starboard bay doors.” “Affirmative, Conqueror, Hope out. Mr. Kuragh. Clear all moorings, and initialize thrusters, max power. Take us out.” The Nebula Class starship moved slowly from her position in the heart of the Starbase, and turned to align herself with the space-doors. She slowly pulled out of the massive facility, and cleared the station. “Mr. Kuragh, Engage impulse engines, and set course for 211,119,007”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2005 10:24:58 GMT
Kuragh sat at his seat. Yeah lets go he said and pressed abuton that made theship go fowards. Hope whized out of the base thru the dors with only little room, in fact he nearly scraped the paint lol. that was cloe. Set course he herad and sso he taped int the computer what the numbers meaned and pressed enter. The ship went into wrap and Kuragh girnned as stars whent nearly slamming into the windows, they wernt of course but it jus loked like they was. we wont be ther long he told rye better we not get a plen so that we can kill whoever is killing us out there.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2005 17:23:21 GMT
OCC: WHAT??? Is it just me or does Kuragh Make no sense whatsoever.
IC: Jonathon had listened to the mission briefing with interest. He was aware that on such missions casulaty rates could be very high. He knew that unknown aliens and ship disappearances usually meant extra work for the CMO. "Okay people gather round" he ordered his staff. Reluctantly they shuffled round into a loose semi circle around him, "Right we are entering a new situation. Something to do with missing ships. Unknown causes. I need everyone alert and ready. Stoltzoff and Caroon can continue their sequencing research but everyone else is on sickbay duty. Jones I want you to go over the EMH protocols, check his up to scratch. All nursing staff are to inventory drugs and medicines and check all equipment. Any questions?" There wasnt so Jonathon dismissed them and went to Ten Forward to get some dinner.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2005 17:25:46 GMT
Sorry Captain but I m not able to post today I m due out in a few moments - I promise I ll post tomorrow. I just wanted to express my dislike for the way Jonathon spoke to Kuragh. Yes his posts are unique, but hes trying perhaps you could try being a bit more polite in future.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2005 17:27:07 GMT
Oh come on Shris - its perfectly reasonable to expect to be able to understand whats happening - I mean how did he ever get through the Academy. I m just saying is all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2005 17:28:15 GMT
I do understand and all I m asking for is a bit of respect for the guy english isnt everyones first language you know.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2005 17:34:10 GMT
Kuragh sat at his sit for awile longer taping butons sevrl tims then he ot up and felt hungry. Im gonto eat now ok he said to the captian yeah sure he replied you go for it and get me a burger while your at it i m farmished. Sure thing your the capn i ll be back in a sec. He went to the lift Ten fowrd please lift he told it and then stood there whilst it whized up and down the shop. When it stooped he got out and ent inside. There was sevrel people in the rioom all of them hungry they wre eating all sorts of things like blue and green. Hey he grined as he saw the fit crew woman. I told you I by you diner Sure i ll have what you have Good I m having garg and some hearts you up for that he smiled with his teeth. the fit bird nodded sure whatever Get it then he said to the water and get a bugrer for rye hes on duty, He saw jon in the room and thought he should say hi hi how you why you got prob with way i speak. I m trying an all why dont you just liten up. Lets all have fun here have heart it make you strong He left jon and went back to his woman to eat
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Post by blaster89 on Nov 28, 2005 3:02:40 GMT
Rye sat in his command chair, staring at the blank viewscreen. He had been on duty for about 8 hours, and was as bored as if he’d been watching paint dry. He had just finished a hamburger that was sent up to him, compliments of Kuragh, and he now looked forward to going off duty, and sleeping until morning. The Commander stared blankly at his command console displaying sensor readings, mostly useless numbers that had no relevance to the investigation, and the rest was warp signatures that had been detected, and cleared as known.
“Boy O’Malley, I can’t wait to get off duty. I haven’t been this bored since I had to go to a conference meeting about interstellar gas.” Lieutenant O’Malley at the helm laughed, and continued his unenviable duty of piloting the Hope in a standard search path.
A loud whine filled the bridge, and Rye darted his head down to his display. A large vessel was dropping out of warp at 7 o’clock.
“Red Alert. All hands, battlestations.” Rye ran to the ops console, and watched the vessel swoop in and open a barrage of fire on the Hope. A spread of energy bolts blazed through the Hope’s shields, and impacted on the sensor pod and warp nacelle. The Hope flew around in a spin, and the port nacelle broke away. (=/\=) “Fitzpatrick to Kuragh and Shris. We have a power failure to the forward weapons array. Get to Deck 7 and go into the power grid and see if you can get weapons back. “ (=/\=)
Rye finished just as another spread of fire from the vessel impacted near the bridge. The consoles at the rear of the bridge exploded in a shower of sparks, and the controls on the bridge went dead. All of the light was gone except for the one or two emergency lights that didn’t get destroyed in the assault. Rye was thrown into the helm as a third explosion rocked the ship, knocking him out immediately.
“Captain!” Lieutenant O’Malley ran over to the limp figure of Rye, and called a medic. Then the sound of a transporter beam made the bridge crew look over to the aliens. Before they saw anything other than a bright glow, disruptor beams stunned all of them
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2005 13:01:57 GMT
Kurgan was in the mess hall still when the alert went. He said to the fit woman he should get too the bridge and so jumped up and ran out to the lift. As he neared it there was a shack and then a bump. He heard transporters whirring and looked round to see what was happening. Then a green light came and he fell over asleep.
There is that better now I used that spell check thing and it sort of helps but lots arent picked up. I never had problems on other ship and I did get through academy so there. You dont like it tough.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2005 17:34:02 GMT
Its not that much better. Do you actually read through your posts at all. If this is going to carry on like this then either he goes or I do. I sim here because its fun and Kuragh has ruined that. His posts are apalling. Even with spell check the sentence construction is terrible. I know some people arent english and so struggle but that doesnt cut it with me If you speak the language find a simm site that simms in your home langauge. It doesnt take a degree in rocket science to work that one out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2005 17:38:15 GMT
As the green disruptor beams struck everyone down, Shris dived to one side to avoid the beam. However as his body slid across the floor nearing cover, a beam hit him square in the stomach. The andorian folded his body in, a futile attempt to protect his already damaged body. He lay precisely still on the floor, and feigned unconsciousness. The aliens, who were suited up, and thus impossible to determine the race of, were going around the room, placing small devices on the upper arm of each of the prone figures on the floor.
Shris deduced that these were some kind of transport devices, and that the crew were going to be transported to another location. The tactical officer crawled slowly and silently across the floor towards Commander Merit. When he was close enough, and still out of sight of the aliens, he shook her body lightly.
“Joanne.”
She didn’t react at all.
“Joanne.” He ventured to speak a bit louder. One of the aliens rounded a corner and came within sight. Immediately Shris fell silent and unmoving. The attacker didn’t notice anything amiss, and simply placed a device on each of their arms before moving on. Once he was out of range, the andorian shook the operations officer again.
“Joanne!”
This time her eyes twitched slightly, and after some more shaking, opened.
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“Quick, we need to find somewhere to hide.” He ripped the devices off them both, and they crawled forwards slowly, until they were hidden deep under a console. Shris had chosen a location where there was a Jefferies tube. He started to slowly and quietly open it. Behind him, the operations chief was still coming around.
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OOC: I take it then that your post just then was an in character post, as I don't notice any indication that it isn't. I do find it most difficult to understand how your post fits into the story though. Indeed, I would say that your moaning makes it less fun for the rest of us. Just give the guy a rest and sim if that is what you enjoy, although I do suspect you find it far more fun to moan. In which case, it might be a better idea for you to leave as you suggest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2005 16:52:43 GMT
Whatever
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2005 16:58:34 GMT
Went Kurgan woke up he felt saw his head was thumping so much his ridges seemed to hart a lot. He looked about him, and saw others in the room to. It was the shuttle room. But none of the shuttles was there. It looked like most all the people of the Hop were there as well as Rye and tiffany. They looked worse than him but were on their feet, Whets going on Kurgan asked I dune said rye look like we locked in Then we need to get out I said to rye lets see if there any guns. Rye started panting at people and getting them to look for stuff to help them escape.
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Post by blaster89 on Dec 2, 2005 5:22:12 GMT
Rye opened his eyes, and shook his head. He glanced around, and saw Commander Merit standing in the corner of one of the cargo bays. He looked around, and saw what appeared to be a good half of the crew of the Hope. He stood up, with the aid of an ensign, and went over to Commander Merit. "Mr. Williams. What is the situation?" "Captain. We are in Shuttlebay 2, under heavy guard, with about 300 other crewmen. The rest are in another location, likely alive. Our captives haven't shown their faces yet. All we've seen is masks. Rye concluded his conversation, and walked around the area. Kuragh approached him, and requested looking for weapons. Rye looked around, and saw that the bay was completely stripped, and that there was no hope for escape. At least not yet. After an hour, Rye had had quick conversations with all of the crewmen in the bay. It was odd that all of the brodge crew was here except for Shris and Commander Merit. Rye was worried and hopeful at the same time. They may have escaped and hidden somewhere, but they may have been killed in the boarding. Rye wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He stepped up to the bay door, and rose his voice.
"All right. This is Captain Fitzpatrick, Commanding Officer of the USS Hope. Who are you, and what do you want with us?
No reply. Rye thoguht for awhile what could they do. "Tiffani, collect the senior staff. Let's have a meeting about what we can do about our situation." <TAG - TIFF> Rye stood in the center of the shuttle bay with the rest of the senior staff, and let them throw out ideas.
<Tag All instructors in the Shuttlebay>
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