Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Mar 24, 2005 8:55:52 GMT
Marine Major Zhukarak Hrisvalar had entered the conference room just when Lieutenant's Bonar and Lorre were shaking hands, introducing themselves.
Zhuk saw Lt Lorre's expression when Lt Bonar mentioned knowing her personnel file. Zhuk, of course, knew it also. As SMO, security was second nature for him, not to mention his secondary job. Of course the doctor would also have access to personnel files, but mostly of their backgrounds and medical histories.
Zhukarak had yet to spend any time to interact with any of the new crew members. There simply hadn't been any time for a social atmosphere, with the wormhole and visions and all.
All members of the command staff were in attendance and the meeting was now in full session.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 24, 2005 11:25:47 GMT
Looking quickly around his crew, Harrias noticed that all the new crew members had managed to find their seats. He took a few seconds more just to look around the table. It was a long time since he had sat in a conference room with such a large senior staff. To his right, Steve was furiously tapping away on a PADD. Jira hit a few buttons on his own, and then looked up at the table.
"Thank you all for your prompt arrival. As all of you are probably now aware, we are stranded around 5 billion years in the past, in what looks to be Sol Sector. I am not sure if it has yet been ascertained whether we are in our own galaxy or in an alternate one, but either way, we are not where we want to be. Commander?"
Harrias turned to his first officer, signalling for him to take over. The trill captain sighed to himself. When he had taken the ship out for a training run, he had not forseen this. Hopefully the message they had given to the freighter would have got back to starfleet by now, who would have them recorded as missing, and would have some kind of team out searching for some way to get them home. But they wouldn't risk sending a ship through the wormhole, maybe a buoy, but that would require the Nevada to have stayed close to the exit point, which they had already left behind out of necessity.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 24, 2005 16:17:02 GMT
Grace was trying to listen to Steve's report, but something was affecting her mind control. Every few seconds she was 'hearing' words in her mind from people.
This was not the time, or place, to go into meditation, but she didn't know what else to do.
"Hopefully no one will notice if I do a silent quick meditation" Grace thought. She began the process.
Normally it involves closing one's eyes but maybe she could get control if she focused on a point straight ahead, unfortunately it was over Lt Thelev's head.
At first, Frek was concentrating on what Steve was saying, but he began to get that uncomfortable feeling that someone was staring at him. He started to look around when he noticed Grace staring in his direction. No, she was staring past him. Frek thought "Oh no! Is she having a vision and I am the only one that sees this? Do I say something?" Ultimately he decided to remain silent, uncomfortable, but silent. "If she is having a vision, let someone more qualified deal with her." Frek thought.
Then in his mind Frek heard "Don't worry Lt. I am just trying to meditate." He looked directly at Grace but realized she had not spoken.
Inwardly he groaned "Great now I am hearing things"
"Don't panic Frek, you are not hearing things. I am just speaking to you using telepathy. I am not suppose to and I can't explain why, right now. Please keep this a secret. I can explain this all to you later, alright."
Frek in his mind said "Okay! Do you know how strange this is?"
Grace thought "Strange for you, yes I do. For me, it is typical."
Fortunately for Grace, no one else noticed and the meditation seemed to be helping. Grace began to start only hearing the spoken words again. "Whew, she thought, that was close." However, Lt Thelev was looking at her strangely.Now, she had another fire to put out, wonderful!"
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Post by fthelev on Mar 25, 2005 17:28:54 GMT
That certainly could be described as a weird experience. The last time Frek heard voices in his head it had to do with some special kind of mushrooms someone put in omelette, neglecting to tell him about it.
Forgetting the briefing he couldn’t help staring at the ships counsellor. If that was typical for her, he could not imagine what she would call strange. Frek, never having his mind probed before, thought of it as a bit creepy. For a moment he reckoned he had finally gone insane, when he first heard her voice in his head, after all he hadn’t eaten any omelettes lately. With some effort he managed to focus his attention on the briefing again.
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Post by steve on Mar 25, 2005 18:52:34 GMT
Steve sat to the right of the captain and watched the different command personal introduce themselves to each other and have a chance to say hi. After the greetings were made the captain started off the meeting. "Thank you all for your prompt arrival. As all of you are probably now aware, we are stranded around 5 billion years in the past, in what looks to be Sol Sector. I am not sure if it has yet been ascertained whether we are in our own galaxy or in an alternate one, but either way, we are not where we want to be. Commander?" Steve was expecting this, after all it was him and Grace that had been reviewing the sensor data and checking it against the Starfleet Intel database. "Right, after looking at the data we have collected in our short time here we have found out a few things and have come to some conclusions. First of all I do believe we are in the Sol Sector and infact we are in our dimension and have just travelled back in time to a time where Sol, Earth and the other planets we are used to seeing haven't be born." The officers in the conference room sat there looking at him and he continued to explained. "For many years scientists have known that the Star Sol was formed about five billion years ago, so in about half a billion years time and that it was formed from nebular dust and interstellar gasses, which we have alot of here." Steve took a mouth full of coffee that he had sitting infront of him and took a deep breath. "We have also found a star system here within this nebula that has a plant that holds life, now these life forms have been identified as Iconian and this is where me and the Counsellor have had to speculate." Steve took another gulp of his coffee "We have reason to believe that we have located the first Iconian homeworld and that some time in the next half a billion years they find out about their planets destruction to make way for Earth and the Sol system and they use their gates to find their new home world." Steve had another sip of his drink and looked over to Grace. "As you know Grace has been experiencing visions that are not quite normal and she has a few ideas on why this is." Steve looked over at Grace to continue
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2005 1:26:13 GMT
Melain had sat quitly throughout the meeting, listening intently to the others. She was not exactly the authority on their situations and it was doubtful that as a Medical officer she sould offer much assistance, but regardless of their decision she would do her best to see it through.
Steve and Grace's discovery about the Iconians interested her. They had learned about the ancient race in school, and she had found them fasinating. She couldn't help but wonder what her Galactic history teacher would think of all this. She decided she would speak up, if only to state something most of them where probably aware of.
"It would appear that we have two options for returning home. We can either try and find another wormhole which will reverse the trip or we can check into the Iconian gateways. There is no use in expecting Star Fleet to rescue us, if they do send any ships through the wormhole they'll be in the same situation we are." Melain explained. "I'm no expert on historical technology, but their may be a way to manipulate a gateway to send us forward in time rather then to another location."
"That is a possibility, however the Iconians are pre-warp, or rather pre-gateway in their case. There is no gateway for us to manipulate, and I doubt that if there was we'd be able to use it without detection or even fit the ship through." Commander Steve pointed out.
"Never the less it is something to consider." Captain Harrias decided. "Now tell us Grace, what are your theories?'
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 26, 2005 8:27:39 GMT
The Iconian homeworld? Ideas kepy popping up and then disappearing again in Harrias' head. He knew that according to the temporal prime directive, he was not allowed to interact with the Iconians here for fear of altering the timeline. It was always a risk in such situations, and the last thing he wanted was to get back to the future, only to find that the Iconians had become a terrible and violent race, and still existed, having destroyed the federation. The big question was, if that was the only way he could get the ship home again, would he take that risk? He put it to the back of his mind, or tried to at least.
But then, if the Iconians here were pre-warp, or at least, pre-gateway, the standard prime directivve barred them from any interference. Except, in that case, the Iconians would be no use anyway. But if the Iconians were here, then surely other forms of life were too? Other's that might have perfected time travel, and would be able to help them return to their own time.
The trill coughed, and waited for the counsellor to say her piece.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 26, 2005 14:34:21 GMT
"Dr. Melain's ideas are the same as Commander Steve and I examined. We have to observe the temporal prime directive, which means we cannot interact with the Iconians. To the best of our knowledge, the Iconians are pre-warp, but they may already have the scientific data for the gateways. I suggest we use sensors to find out how much, if any, information the Iconians have." Grace finished speaking and looked at their faces. She was hesitant to bring up her next topic.
"You have all been witness to a vision I had earlier, it was not a typical vision. Usually, during my visions I am not aware of my surroundings, but during this last vision I was aware of everything. The sight on the viewscreen was one that I feel I have seen before."
Rex asks "Grace, have you been here before?"
"I feel that I have, but I don't know how. As I told Commander Steve, the only guess I can make is that I was here when I was on the Borg ship. If that is true, there has to be a reason the Borg did not assimilate the Iconians." Grace said.
"Is there anything you can do to be certain that you have been here before?" Harrias asked.
Grace replied "The memories of my time with the Borg are buried in my mind. I used to think I was unconsious during that time, but I have on occasion had flashbacks. If I went into a deep meditative state, I may be able to get those memories back. I can't say for certain if this possible or if it will be helpful to our situation. I am willing to try."
Grace finished speaking and waited.
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Post by steve on Mar 26, 2005 17:09:50 GMT
"Its an interesting idea" Harrias stated "But as we don't know everything about these visions you are having and you will be looking into a past that to be honest I wouldn't wish on an enemy I want you to do this with the doctor." Grace opened her mouth to object "But..." "No buts Commander, you either do it with the doctor or not al all." Grace nodded and Harrias turned to his XO "Steve is there anything more?" "Well before leaving the bridge I left the Major" Steve looked over towards Hrisvalar "with the task of gathering more information and to make sure we are not detected, I would like to know where we now stand on that?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2005 19:37:54 GMT
Melain wasn't sure how comfortable she felt monitoring The Councellor's meditation. That was something they had discussed at the Academy, but never actually ran similations on. After all it wasn't exactly a common event. She would have to run some research on this when the meeting was over. It seemed like things were coming together, and that perhaps there was a way out of here.
"Major Hrisvalar, If I may interupt for a moment." She began.
"Go ahead" The Andorian Marine replied.
"Perhaps the best way to gather information is not by scans. We won't be able to get a hold of any information on Iconian scientific theories from up here. We can't exactly scan books and speak to scientists while in orbit." She thought aloud.
"Are you proposing we go the the planet surface for answers? That sounds quite risky." T'Fat cautioned.
"It may be the only way. If I can get full scans of about... three Iconians both male and female I should be able to disguise several crewmembers well enough that they can wonder the streets unnoticed, and gather the information required. The Universal translator may need a few moments to figure out the language, but once it has they wil be able to speak to the scientists who have the information we need. I know it's risky but think about it, we'll gather enough cultural information on the Iconians to keep the Federation Library jumping with joy for years." Melain was excited now, she hadn't gone into Star Fleet to discover new frontiers, but the concept of doing so was exhilerating.
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Mar 29, 2005 7:41:07 GMT
"Its an interesting idea" Harrias stated "But as we don't know everything about these visions you are having and you will be looking into a past that to be honest I wouldn't wish on an enemy I want you to do this with the doctor." Grace opened her mouth to object "But..." "No buts Commander, you either do it with the doctor or not al all." Grace nodded and Harrias turned to his XO "Steve is there anything more?" "Well before leaving the bridge I left the Major" Steve looked over towards Hrisvalar "with the task of gathering more information and to make sure we are not detected, I would like to know where we now stand on that?" After the doctor made her recommendations it was Zhukarak's turn to answer Cmdr Steve.
"We have not been able to detect any signs of post-warp activity in this quadrant. Based on our scans it is assumable that this Iconian civilization is not detecting us either." Zhukarak let this sink in. This piece of information only served to solidify the fact that they did travel millions of years into the past.
The Major continued. "As I have indicated before, Ensign Rubor has located a nebula, bearing 297 mark 48. If it is a wormhole we are looking for, I suggest we take a closer look at this nebula. At present we are not within range for indepth scans. We could also send in some probes for analysis."
"Also, if I may add something to the counselors visions, Ensign Rubor is a Vulcan. From what I understand about Vulcans, could he not perform a mindmeld to help probe Counselor Mitchell's mind?"
Everyone was silent for a long moment. The XO and CO looked at each other with a look of 'why didn't I think of that?', the doctor had a look of slight relief for the possibility of someone else being responsible for helping in the counsellor's visions, and Counsellor Mitchell had the look of 'how dare you suggest someone invade my mind', which seemed ironic for a telepath.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 29, 2005 12:35:49 GMT
Grace had listened to the Major's idea about Ensign Rubor doing a mindmeld and thought about the possibility, it didn't please her but it was a viable solution. " The Major has brought up an interesting idea with the mindmeld. I would not be opposed to a mindmeld. I do, however, have some reservations mostly in regards to the Ensign's sensibilities. The healer on Vulcan that helps me periodically, after a mindmeld with me, would have to meditate for an extended period of time. The healer told me that my emotions were difficult for him to suppress. From what I have been told the healer would revert to Vulcan past when their emotions were not suppressed. Ensign Rubor may have the same difficulty."
Everyone around the table began to speak opinions simultaneously.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2005 15:50:59 GMT
Melain was pleased with the Major's suggestion about the mindmeld and was not about to let the idea go without a fight. "If I can keep both of you under observation in Sickbay then I can pull you out of the meld if your synaptic readings become irregular. If the Ensign does not feel able I'm sure there is another Vulcan on board who is prepared for such a task."
"I've melded a few times in the past and have had little difficulty." T'Fat proposed casualy.
Melain leaned over to the Engineer. "I hesitate to recammend you Lieutenant. I'm worried the Benjusidrine I've perscribed may react badly with the mental and physical strain a meld will cause." she whisperd.
"Very well, The Doctor has expressed concerns, I'm afraid you may have to turn to one of the other vulcan crewmembers." T'fat seemed dissapointed, but it was difficult to tell. It was hardly Melain's fault that she had a heart condition.
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Post by steve on Apr 2, 2005 14:20:54 GMT
"Grace" Steve started raising his voice so that everyone could hear him and would quiet everyone down "Do you feel this idea could work and are you happy with it?" "Yes commander I feel that this could help, I know something, I just don’t know what." Steve looked at Harrias and he nodded and Steve look towards the doctor "Doc, I want you and Grace to review medical and personnel files of all Vulcan’s on ship and find the one best suited to do this. I also want you to explain everything to them and I want them to decide if to do this or not after they know all of the facts." "Aye sir" Lorre replied "Major, I want you to take Mr Jenkins and Mr Thelev in a shuttle to check out this nebula and possible wormhole, make sure you equip the craft with a few probes. I want you to back to the ship in one piece with your report... I don’t want to have to come after you." "Yes sir" "and Mr Bonar I want you to work on gaining access to the planets central database with out being detected, I want to know how far they are along with these gates if at all and want to know as much about them as a people as you can, this is one of the biggest finds in Starfleet history." "Ok sir" "People I know that for some of you, you are doing tasks that maybe you were not trained for but we all need to muck in here and get back home... Any questions?"
Off: I have started to split parts of the crew off to get us back home, if one or more of the people in you section of the mission are not posting or slow in posting please feel free to post for them. Been a few days since this mission took a step foward, hope this gets the ball roleing again
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2005 2:17:24 GMT
"Sounds strait forward to me sir, I'll get started on those crew files immediatly." Melain replied as she slid back her chair and turned to Grace. "We don't have a large Vulcan population on board, but this is still going to take awhile so we'd better get going."
"Alright Doc, I'm right behind you." Grace replied and the two headed to sickbay.
Once in the turbolift Melain decided there was no use hideing her lack of experiance in this area. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Vulcan mind melds. You mentioned before that a meld assisted you in controling your telepathy so I'm hoping you've got a better idea then I do about what exactly we are looking for."
"Mind melds can be preformed by nearly all Vulcans, but only a trained melder will be able to guide me as is necessary. Chances are that at least one of the Vulcans on board has some formal training." Grace informed her as the turbolift came to a halt.
"If we split up the work we should be able to finish this sooner. I'll research the medical aspect of melds and you can sift through the crew files for our Vulcan. It seems like this is more of a physcological thing anyway so you'll be able to find a perspective melder better then me." Melain decided.
Sickbay was quiet, it looked like Racheal had ended the day's physicals and shut Tom down on her way out. Melain showed Grace to the room's primary computer. "I'm going to replicate a cup of tea would you like anything?"
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Post by gracemitchell on Apr 4, 2005 11:31:20 GMT
"Yes, thank you! Coffee, just tell the computer Grace's coffee, it knows what I like."
Melain gave their order to the computer and brought a mug of coffee to Grace. Melain sat down next to Grace and they started looking over the files, working side by side, every now and then saying "Here is a possible candidate!".
After a while Grace said "Melain, I've been meaning to ask you if you could tell me more about the Prophets." The look on Melain's face told Grace she wasn't comfortable about the subject, Grace continued "Melain, you know I was born in the twentieth century. I don't remember much from then but I do remember thtat religion was a very important to me. I believe my earlier vision was a visit from guardian angels of the Nevada."
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Off: Sorry, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I haven't been feeling well. I'll keep up as much as I can.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2005 19:10:37 GMT
(O.O.C Don't worry about it Grace, Post when you feel better, don't go straining yourself (Doctor's orders lol))
"Well I geuss that the Prophets are like the gardian angels of Bajor." Mleain replied in the simplest way she knew how. "I've only been to Bajor once and only just resently. Everything I know about them was told to me by my parents and the other Bajorans who attended the same temple as us. However even though I've been raised so far from the celesteal temple I have always felt their presence when I meditated, that is untill we came here."
"What do you mean?" Grace asked, concerned.
"Racheal convinced me I needed to take a break so I did. I went back to my qaurters and took some time to pray and meditate. But things didn't feel right, I couldn't feel them like I had before. Maybe it was just me I'll talk to Adara later she may have mediated as well." Melain replied, not alloing herself to be distracted by the haunting feeling of disbelief and faithlessness that had behun to creap up on her. "The Prophets have protected Bajor numerouse times, the most known being from the Dominion fleet. They've granted us with the Orbes which can allow us to understand them greater, glance into the futur and on occasion even change the past. I'm not sure why they've done so much for us, but I supose they know why and that is all that is important right?"
"I supose so, but wouldn't it be nice to know?" Grace asked.
"Yes, it would be, but it is not my place to question them, only to serve them. Melain decided to close the topic. "I've found some information on Vulcan mind melds. Unless it can be preformed properly the following may occur: Loss of Identity, difficulty to break, a contunued link between the two subjects, Contracting Pan'ar syndrome, and confusion."
"Those don't sound too good, Pa'nar syndrome can be fatal right?' Grace asked, leaning over to take a look at Melain's computer screen
"If not treated yes. Once we get back to our time, we'll contact a highly trained melder who can undo any possible damage." Melain reassured her.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Apr 5, 2005 22:30:22 GMT
Sitting in the observation lounge with the few officers that were left, Harrias didn’t really have much left to say. Instead, he was simply sitting in place pondering over the ideas in his head. He had forgotten all about meeting decorum, and the fact that the vast majority of the officer’s there would not leave until he had given the order to do so. He looked up to see them all sitting there.
“My apologies, feel free to depart.”
Before anyone could do so, although he noted the counsellor and doctor had already left, the marine chief spoke up.
“Sir, is noone going to the planet to try and get the samples for the doctor?”
“Yes Major. I am.” He replied evenly.
The andorian looked back at him slightly deflated. “But sir. Alone?”
“Indeed. Does that concern you?”
“Yes, it does. Very much. This is potentially a very dangerous situation. And besides, it could almost be said to be a first contact situation.”
“I do not plan on being seen.”
“Still, I insist you take someone with you.”
“Fine. Mr Thelev, you have been reassigned. You are with me. I will need a decent pilot to get me down undetected. Major Hrisvalar, you have a nebula to examine do you not?”
“Aye sir.” The officer’s left the room, and Harrias went out with the andorian helmsman.
“Feel up to it Lieutenant?”
“Of course sir. As long as you don’t mind having the ship’s bad luck charm with you.”
The trill commanding officer laughed. “Nonsense. There isn’t a better pilot onboard.”
The pair were soon in the shuttlebay, requesting permission to depart for the planet. Hopefully while they were away, the others teams would be able to discover something.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2005 23:17:48 GMT
(O.O.C Captain Harrias, aren't you two going to need a disguise if you're going planet side? I'm eager to try out my Dermatiraelian Plasticine ;D )
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Post by Harrias Jira on Apr 6, 2005 8:13:40 GMT
OOC: We're getting the three full scans you need. We're going to try not to get seen.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Apr 6, 2005 10:03:13 GMT
Maj Zhukarak Hrisvalar and Lt Leo Jenkins left the Captain with Lt Frek Thelev to themselves. “I guess it’s just you and me, Mr. Jenkins.”
“You and I!” was Jenkins’s reply.
“Yes. I know. That’s what I had said.” Zhuk retorted with a quizzical look.
Lt Jenkins noticed the confusion in the Major’s face and the oppositely pointed antennas. “What I meant was ‘You and I’ is the correct form of speech, instead of ‘You and me’ as you have stated.”
“Oh! I see…” Zhukarak responded while thinking the term over. “Nonetheless, it is you and I who are to investigate this nebula. Any suggestions on what type of shuttle we should take?”
“Yes sir! We should be fine with a Type-8 shuttle considering we won’t be that far from the Nevada, if we get into any trouble. We can carry a Class-IV Stellar Encounter Probe in its cargobay. It has a complete suite for stellar atmosphere analysis. If that nebula is hiding a wormhole, we’ll find it.” Lt Jenkins finished his sentence with the rubbing of his hands.
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Post by fthelev on Apr 6, 2005 13:16:56 GMT
All pre-flight checks turned out fine, as expected. Frek awaited the final countdowns and increased thrust. The shuttle bay’s protecting shields crackled as the shuttle flew through it into the hostile space. Frek set a course for the planet. On sensors the Nevada still stood tall. Frek wondered if the Iconians would ever notice their presence and what would happen if they would see them. Perhaps they would welcome them all. On the navigational display Frek noticed the other shuttle had departed as well, underway to the Nebula. The other team still had many light-years to go and hoped there would be things to be found.
While the distance between the shuttle and the mothership increased the planet started to grow bigger. Frek made some quick calculations and a small course correction.
He turned to Captain Jira sitting next to him. “I’m going to try to enter the atmosphere near the polar region. It’s unlikely someone will notice our entry in those remote areas.” Jira looked at the position on the map projected on one of the computer screens and nodded. And even if they were spotted, it was likely they would be mistaken for a falling star or a small meteor.
“Seem good enough to me,” he replied.
“Once we’re in the atmosphere,” Frek continued, “We’ll cut all non-essential systems to reduce the EM-emmisions.”
“Right,” Jira agreed, “And with the deflector we could deflect any radar-waves around us. That is, if they have radar.”
While Frek concentrated on the approach route Jira managed to find a nice small isolated town where they could get their scans. Without being caught.
“How do you think they would react if they saw us sir?” Frek asked a bit curious.
Jira shrugged. “Perhaps they think we’re some loony’s who dress up like some weird aliens from a bad sci-fi show. Who knows?”
It was at the night side of the planet where they intended to land. From their position in orbit they could see the light from the systems star shine over the edge of the curved horizon. The shuttle lost more altitude as it reached its point of entry.
“Better hang on Captain,” Frek warned, “It could be a little rough.”
“As long as we don’t crash.”
“Don’t worry sir.” Frek showed a disarming grin. “I haven’t crashed since…uhm.” His mind flashed back to his anti-grav jet powered ski experience on Bajor a few weeks back when he fell down a fifteen meter drop. Fortunately he didn’t have to finish his sentence. The noise of the entry was loud enough to render all kind of verbal communication useless. It lasted for a just over a minute or so, then the thundering noise dropped away as if it was never there.
“Safe in the atmosphere in one piece,” Frek commented happily and set course to the landing coordinates. There was a small lake near the town they had singled out. It would be the perfect hiding spot for the shuttle. Who would look for it on the bottom of a lake? It took them ten minutes to reach the spot from the moment they broke through the atmosphere. The town looked desert, devoid of life. As could be expected at these nocturnal hours. A few electric lanterns illuminated the empty streets. Seemed as if they would have no problem collecting the close range scans.
Softly the little waves touched at the shuttles bottom it settled down on the water. It didn’t take long before it was completely submerged. The only thing that revealed their presence was a soft feinting glow from the instrument panels.
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Post by rex on Apr 6, 2005 14:29:15 GMT
After the meeting was over, Rex made his way back to the bridge.
The bridge seemed kind of empty, with only a few junior officers holding the fort. Rex wondered what they did all the time. He himself only showed up here when things needed to be done, which other stations were not capable of doing or when there was a threat outside the ship.
He walked over to his console and send the crewman standing there on his way.
Ten minutes later in his assignment he hit the first Iconian security feature: rhetinal verificationprotocols, accompagnied by a security algorithm of some kind. Bonar had to do some minor reprogramming before he passed the rhetinal verificationsecurity. The algorithm proved to be a bigger nuisance.
'No wonder they'll become such a great society one day' Rex thought to himself. These were some serious securityfeatures.
The challenge of it all was of great interest to him.
"Computer, try alpha-numerical algorithms", Rex said after redoing most of the parameters for the seventeenth time.
"pattern not compatible", the cold emotionless computervoice responded.
Almost routiniously Rex recalibrated the parameters once again and gave the same command to the computer. He sort of expected the same reply, and was about to try something else. But much to his own surprise the computer responded: "Patternmatching succesfull"
Briefly Rex looked around the bridge and he could see the faces of the personnel present lift up. Some were getting quite agitated by the constant repeating computervoice.
Rex went back to his task and quickly disabled the computervoice replies to his commands. An hour later he made his way into the Iconiandatabase unnoticed.
His first thought was to copy the database as a whole. However Rex was quite shocked to find that the Iconian database was almost the same size as the complete Federation database. Clearly copying was out of the question as that would flood the ships memorybanks.
'What a great knowledge must be found here', Rex thought to himself. A civilization which technically is in the same state as the Federation was in centennia ago (or is later the appropriate word here), but with only a slightly smaller mainframe and accompagnied information than the Federation.
Rex started his search quickly, knowing that he could stay contacted to the database for an unlimited amount of time. He would be detected within several hours.
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gracemitchell
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Post by gracemitchell on Apr 7, 2005 4:57:30 GMT
Melain and Grace were going over and over the files of the Vulcans aboard. Grace was hesitating because of Pa'nar syndrome. She had no desire to hurt anyone. "I don't know, Melain. I just don't know who would be best for the mindmeld. Maybe we should interview each crewmember, explaining the risks. Let them give their opinion. I work better in a face to face situation anyway."
Melain thought a moment then said "I think you are probably right. I'll have Racheal communicate with each of the Vulcan crewmember, set up a time for interviews. Does half hour intervals seem reasonable?"
"Yes. I think we can find out all we need to know in that amount of time. Vulcan's tend to be very direct, in my experience." Grace replied.
Melain agreed and went in search of Racheal.
Grace rubbed her temples, her eyes were a bit strained. She took a minute to meditate, as she could feel her mind control slipping.
A short time later, Grace asked the computer for another cup of coffee. Instead of walking to the replicator, she put her hand out as if she were holding the cup, and the cup went across the room to her. At that exact moment, Melain returned and gasped as she saw a cup floating through the air.
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Registered: Jul 26, 2004 0:07:11 GMT
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Apr 7, 2005 6:47:00 GMT
Maj Hrisvalar and Lt Jenkins had departed the Nevada in their shuttlecraft about the same time as Cpt Jira and LtCmdr Thelev did, in their vessel. Theel’zhiin was along for the ride as well.
The nebula was in view and was slowly becoming larger as they were approaching. It had a purplish-blue haze to it. A few bolts of electrical charges were emanating from it, but nothing to be troubled by them. Lt Jenkins was busying himself getting the probe ready.
Zhukarak sent a communiqué to the Nevada of their position and status. Shuttle speed was set to zero when the nebula enveloped the viewscreen.
“Lt Jenkins, we’ve arrived at a point of insertion for the probe.”
“The probe is ready and standing by on the transporter pad, major. Energizing, now.”
The probe appeared outside of the hull, just portside of the viewscreen. Lt Jenkins powered up the probe’s guidance system and sent it on its way. The probe slowly disappeared into the nebula, sending back its data to the shuttlecraft.
“All we can do now is wait.” Lt Jenkins stated while he was monitoring the incoming data stream.
Zhukarak rose from the pilots seat and walked to the rear, where he had stored his marine pack. Something he never left without. He retrieved three marine issue ration bars and offered one to the lieutenant. Theel’zhiin was squawking in delight, for he had developed a fondness for what seemed a delicacy for him. Zhukarak offered the second bar to his firelizard, breaking it down into bite size pieces, while biting into his own.
An hour and twelve minutes had passed when Lt Jenkins became a little more interested in the data that was being sent back from the probe.
“Major. I think we have found something.”
“What is it?” Zhukarak’s antennae leaned forward in expectation and the blue firelizard was leaping from the pilot chair to the co-pilots chair and back again in anticipation.
“I’m not certain, but…we may have found a wormhole. We’ll need to take this data back to the Nevada and let the science techs analyze it to be sure.” Lt Jenkins continued reviewing the data.
“Has all of the data been transmitted and downloaded from the probe?”
“Yes, it has.”
“Good. We’ll leave the probe as a marker, if it is a wormhole it’ll be easier to locate. It’s time we returned to the Nevada and get this data analyzed.”
Preparations were made, the shuttlecraft engines powered up, and the lieutenant and major (together with Theel’zhiin) were on their way back to the Nevada.
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