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Post by hannah on Dec 14, 2005 16:06:28 GMT
Hannah had decided it was about time she actually did some engineering work. She was stick of reading reports although she had learnt quite a bit about Borg viruses.
There had been a lot few complaints about the replicator system over the last 12 hours. It didn’t seen to be able to get people’s orders exactly right. She guessed there was up with it voice recognition software and she was accessing that now to check for any problems with it.
She found a slight error in one of the program and fixed it fairly easily. She wondered what had caused it, but before she could investigate a comm. message came in from lieutenant Parker.
=^="Lt. Gaz to Lt. Hannah ... I would like to request your assistance in Transporter room Three" =^=
=/\= On my way =/\=
She closed the program on her console and headed out of engineering.
She arrived at the transport room a few minutes later and walked in noticing that the transport was offline. Lieutenant Parker explained to her the admiral’s orders about taking all the transport offline and running diagnostics.
Hannah started by examination the command interface for all the transports and running several computer simulations to make sure they were working well within normal parameters. Then she focused on the power systems for the transporter looking at the power flow and insuring that it was all reaching the right area of the transporter system without any unexpected energy being lost.
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Post by fthelev on Dec 14, 2005 17:09:49 GMT
On the other end of the connection the Admiral remained silent for brief moment before replying. “Alright commander, go ahead and keep me informed. I’ll return to the bridge as soon as possible. Mc7_of’_9 out.” He’d better be, Frek thought. He stared at the stream of information that passed on the main viewer. They were getting closer and fast. His hand were a bit sweaty, he rubbed over his trouser in an effort to dry them. It wasn’t that he was unable to handle the bridge, he had done that before on numerous occasions. But with anything Borg related he would prefer to have a senior officer on the bridge. After, barely a year ago he had still been on the academy. He wasn’t that experienced yet. Silently he wished that the captain would be here. But he had been in astrometrics analysing the data they had received from the Sterling before she left the site. “How are the scan coming Lieutenant,” Frek asked Jamey. “We got more information the closer we get,” Jamey replied, “I’ve been relaying them to commander Jira, although I got word he just left for sickbay.” “Huh, okay.” In himself he swore. It seemed as if the entire command staff was in sickbay. “You’ve been analyzing the data yesterday with the capta…uh commander Jira, right?” It was hard getting used to the fact Jira was no longer in command. Jamey nodded. “Can you support any of your conclusions with the current readings?” Frek asked. His mind was racing, trying to keep up with everything. “Looking into it,” he replied as he sat to work. “Let me know if you have something.”
Time seemed to last forever as the ship closed on the cube. He slurped in some coffee. The viewer showed the stars in front of them. Pavel, still on the bridge, sat next to Jamey who was doing his scans and research. There was an unnatural silence on the bridge, so now and then broken by someone relaying some information or conferring with one of their fellow officers. Jennifer Pavel looked over her shoulder. “We are approaching the cube boss.” Frek swallowed and nodded. “Okay. Drop out of warp at one-hundred thousand kilometres and continue on half impulse. Keep a thousand kilometre buffer between us and the Borg cube lieutenant.” “Thelev to Stevenson.” The connection came to live almost instantly. “Stevenson here,” came the reply of the new chief engineer. “I hope you’ve been reading up on Borg technology,” Frek said, “We might need you expertise to find out what happened to that vessel. If you could please report to the bridge.”
Next he contacted the admiral again. “Sir we’ve come to a complete stop a thousand kilometres from the cube. If you could please report to the bridge.”
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Post by hannah on Dec 14, 2005 19:04:23 GMT
Lieutenant Parker had returned to the bridge leaving Hannah to finish up the diagnostic of the transported. Hannah sat at the transporter console analysing the result from the diagnostics as they came in. From what was on the screen the transporters seemed to be working within normal parameters.
A few minutes later there was call from the bridge requesting her presence. She assumed they had arrived at there designation as she’d also felt the ship drop out of warp moments earlier.
=/\= I’ll be there shortly =/\= she had said to Frek.
Hannah finished checking though the diagnostic and then reactivated the transporters as they maybe need now they had arrived. She hastily proceeded to the bridge.
On arrival she went straight to the engineer console and accessed the engineer database and the results from the sensors. After a few moments of looking though them she decided that it would be quickly to help Ops run analysis and she went over to where Lt Parker was sat.
“I thought if we worked together we could analysis the results quicker and more effectively,” she suggested. He nodded in response.
There was more and more data coming in by the second as they came closer and closer to the cube.
“I’m picking up the same low power reading as the Starling report,” Lieutenant Parker reported.
“I’ll try to pinpoint them,” Hannah said as she ran though the sensor readings slowly narrowing down the area.
“The power reading coming from here,” she said pointing to a small area of the cube on her screen.
“Can you tell what’s there?” she asked Lieutenant Parker who was looking over the sensor data.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 14, 2005 19:35:54 GMT
“Can you tell what’s there?” Hannah asked Lieutenant Parker who was looking over the sensor data.
"I'm looking now," Jamey replied. The power readings matched all that was known of the Borg. Their main power source flowed throughout the Cube to main power distribution nodes located over the whole Cube.
"I'm reading that their power source is on-line, but the power output is almost non existent. I'm also picking up several..." looking over his scans again, " well not just several ... but 90% of all power distribution nodes are damaged. Based on known Borg knowledge and Star-fleet's past experience ... that is where all the power fluctuations are coming from."
Jamey narrowed this scan to the population system. This couldn't be done in a normal encounter with the Borg due to force fields that the Borg used to filter enemy scans.
"hummmm ..." Jamey vocalized, "I'm reading that the Cube has the ability to retreated to fluidic space ... however ... it is not functioning. What seems to be fluidic drive coils are showing no power ... and based on the scans of the space around the Cube ... they did attempt to go into fluidic space." Turning to Frek ... with a look of shock ... Jamey said, "They have bio-technology ... very similar to Species 8472!"
... ... ... ... ... ...
"Let's not take any chances, shall we? Yellow Alert Lieutenant Parker!" the First Officer said.
"Yes sir," as he activated the alert mode and changed it to yellow.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 15, 2005 0:51:11 GMT
Harrias spoke up "I'm ready. It didn't look as it hurt too much."
"Commander, if you trust Grace, then it won't hurt at one bit. Hopefully it will help."
"Let's do this then."
The two of them walked over by Grace. First Caring took Harrias' hand then Grace's.
"Are you afraid of me Harrias? You seem like your afraid. We can only hear what you want us to hear."
"Is that so. Now hear this Commander. I order you to get better. I may not hold the rank of Captain anymore but I still outrank you by years, I think. Seriously, Grace, I don't think the majority of the crew would have handled our recent situations if you hadn't been here with your listening ears."
"Don't try to snow me 'Captain'. You should of had better care from me. It's obvious that I am not a good enoough counselor to be in Star Fleet."
"Grace, I know I've had moments when I should have talked things over with you, but I am a private person. I couldn't see myself talking to anyone about them. By not insisting that I talk about them, is the precise reason you are a good counselor. You know that we will talk to you when we are ready. You give us the ability to try to work things out for ourselves first, then finally seek your help when we can't. I know there were many times I thought I should talk to you, but I held back and not because you wouldn't be able to me. More because I didn't want to show that part of me. But you have helped me so much in many other ways I wouldn't even know where to begin listing them."
"I understand what you are saying, I just can't help but think they are just words. I can tell you are sincere. I will contemplate your words. But right now you are needed on the bridge, we are very near the Cube."
"How do you know that, Grace?"
"Instincts, only instincts. I discovered that my mind puts a shield up automatically i nclose proximity to anything Borg. I am adjusting tho this.
"Grace, please get better and come back to the crew. We all need you."
"Thank you, Harrias. Don't let my great, great, great, great granddaughter scare you. She's a lot like me."
"Will you let me know if I can do anymore for you, Grace?"
"Hey, that's my line."
"Perhaps you are getting better, if you can make awful jokes like that."
"Well, I never."
"No, you always do, that's why it's fun to listen to you. Now I'd better go, others may want to talk to you."
Caring broke the connection with Harrias. Spoke a few words with Grace, then broke the connection with her as well.
"Well, Commander, you made her tell a lame joke, that was good. We'll keep you aprised of her progress if you like."
"Yes, I would like. Did you hear all of our conversation?"
"Of course, no other way to do it., why?
"You heard nothing else in from my mind?"
"Commander, you seem like a man without trust. That's not a good quality in a Captain. You need to trust in yourself and the crew."
"Thank you, Doctor, but as I understand it, I'm wanted on the bridge."
Just as he finished saying it the annoucement came over his com badge to report to the bridge.
Caring couldn't help sayin "Good isn't she. I never would have seen what was to come. It's a good ability but a curse as well. Shutting it off can be difficult. Good-bye COmmander and thank you for your help.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2005 3:14:22 GMT
Melain watched as Massally, then Harrias talked with Grace before deciding to take a turn. "Doctor Sorrow, may I?"
"Of course Melain, here take my hand." Caring held out her hand and Melain took it. Instantly she felt a place in her mind open that had always remained closed. "Grace can you hear me?"
"Melain, I am sorry that I frightened you" Grace replied.
"You mean with the tricorder? I deserved that, trying to poke and prod you like an experiment. I must learn to see things the way you see them, accept that not all illness springs from the body."
"You are a good doctor, you do your job well,"
"And you are a good counsellor, you do your job exseptionally well. Would you let me resign without a fight?" Melain asked.
"Most certainly not. I supose you are going to ask why I should expect you to let me resign without a fight?"
"I was but you have posed that question, which tells me that it is something close to your heart. Grace I have not known you for a long time, like Tom or even Harrias, but in the short time I have known you, you have impacted my life. You are a friend to me, a comrad whome I trust. It is comforting to know that If I need a sympathetic ear you will be there. But you are more then a counsellor, you are too me what humans call an angel, you offerd to help me help Massally which is something I cannot do alone. If not for me, stay for her, stay for hope because that is what you inspire in the crew."
"That was long winded doctor."
"It came from the heart, nothing from the heart can be said in few words. May the Prophets walk with you in whatever decision to make." Melain let go of Caring's hand.
"Thank you Melain." Caring gave her an encouraging smile.
"No, Thank you." Melain replied. "I need to get my team ready for whatever that cube has in store for us. If you need me do not hesitate to call."
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 15, 2005 7:05:26 GMT
in the Conference Room ...Jamey was standing in front of the display screen looking at the faces in the room ... explaining the scans they found. Jamey could see through the windows behind the group the nebula. There distance from the nebula made it seem as small as a humanoid had. The room's lights were dimmed so everyone could better see the display screen Jamey was standing beside. The darkened faces, in another setting Jamey thought, could have been scary. Shaking off this thought, Jamey started ... "The most prevalent type of energy found surrounding this Cube is that of modulated gravitons ... bearing 024, mark 35 from our current all stop position. The evidence suggest that the Cube was trying to produce a modulated graviton beam in order to enter fluidic space; as the bio-technology suggest." Pointing to the display, "this area in the center, indicated in yellow, is the graviton particles in a state of very slow growth ... the area has expanded 109.7 meters since our initial scans. At this rate of growth, I would calculate that we have 32 hours before our immediate area is engulfed in this graviton energy. Currently our sensors are not able to penetrate the energy field ... ... ... we have no way of knowing if this is an opening to anywhere ... this realm or any-other for that matter." The room was silent ... and some faces were a bit ashen so Jamey continued. "Normally Gravitons are small particles which are believed to be the reason of gravitation ... with gravitons, however ... the possibility to create string singularities based on the laws of quantum confinement exist. However, to get this singularity larger than only millimeters in length ... the Borg needed to enlarge it into a multiparsec opening by creating a zooming effect. This is normally accomplished by using some type of focusing or lens devise." Pausing for dramatic flare ... but then deciding that was a bad idea looking at the Vice Admiral ... "I believe that during that zooming process the Borg suffered a almost catastrophic event impairing their ability to regenerate ... I also believe that this happened so quickly that they couldn't send any type of message for help. The feed back in their power distribution systems most likely reached temperatures of 10 to the 6th Kelvin ... the only reason this Cube is still here is the Borg's knowledge of magnetic force fields." The Vice Admiral looked at Lt. Gaz ... leaned up in his chair and said, "English man, ... English!" Jamey quickly said, "The Borg tried to get into fluidic space by messing with technology they didn't understand and got themselves in a pickle ... sir."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 15, 2005 7:19:06 GMT
Zhukarak showed Doctor Sorrow's companion, Robert Mella, to his quarters and gave him instructions on locating some of the rec areas and mess halls. Once he was situated, Zhuk excused himself.
~ Theel'zhiin ~ *poof* Appearing on Zhuk's shoulder as Zhuk had called him within his thoughts, Theel'zhiin began to nuzzle his head along Zhuk's neck. Zhukarak had made it a point to keep Theel'zhiin away and out of sight while in the presence of the Admiral. He did not want to cause any unecessary tension between them. Although now, Zhuk didn't think that the Admiral was going to have a problem with Theel'zhiin. Afterall, Theel'zhiin was an asset as he was becoming an extension of Zhukarak.
=/\= Colonel, we have arrived at the Borg cube. =/\=
"On my way, Commander." Zhuk could hear it in Frek's voice that he did not relish sitting in the chair in the presence of the Borg. Who could blame him. together with Theel'zhiin on his shoulder, he made his way to the bridge.
Stepping off the turbolift, Zhukarak observed how Lieutenant's Parker and Stevenson were working together while scanning the Borg cube. Frek rose from the command chair to reseat himself at the helm, anticipating that his piloting expertise might be needed there. It was curious to Zhuk that Harrias wasn't here at the science station yet, performing whatever scans he might be performing. The Admiral hadn't arrived yet either.
"Let's not take any chances, shall we? Yellow Alert Lieutenant Parker!"
Zhuk wanted to ensure that the Nevada was in a state of readiness with all esential personnel at their stations. He didn't trust the Borg. As the Amber warning lights started flashing throughout the bridge and the rest of the ship, Theel'zhiin began to flutter his wings as he sensed the elevated alertness of the crew and their scrambling to their stations. Through him, Zhuk could feel it as well.
Shortly thereafter, Harrias stepped through the turbolift doors to take up his position at the science station, followed by Ensign Grayson who took his rightful place at tactical, and Lieutenant Johnson who simply stood by ready to give his tactical assessment when warranted. Admiral Mc7_of_9 appeared and Zhuk rose to relinquish the chair. Zhuk noticed the questionable look the Admiral gave him when he spotted Theel'zhiin perched on the handrail next to his FO chair, but he didn't bother making a comment.
Anticipating the Admiral, Zhuk took the lead and made the request for him. "All stations report!"
OOC: Nick and Cyle - Go ahead and do your simming with each other. Then sim your way to the bridge.
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 15, 2005 8:00:13 GMT
IC:
Nick waited for the decidedly gruff First Lieutenant to respond. When he did, he said, "Well Ensign, I already have all the preps done for this mission, but I suppose I could show you what I've done with the place."
Cyle then sat him down and told him about the teams he had set up, with a mixture of marines and security personnel. Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Delta were the four main teams, all of which had at least one veteran officer. Alpha was the lead team, used mainly for away missions, Beta and the others were used on board for anything else that might come along.
"Well Ensign, any questions?"
Nick paused a moment to think. "I like the idea of using both Marines and Security Personell, as then they wil be able to work together. Which would be very helpful in the future if ever a real need arises for them to cooperate. I know on some ships they all try to stay seperate, which I believe to be a mistake."
"Also, you know the personell better than I at this point, so I'll trust you on who you have chosen for each team. Though once I gain more knowledge in this area, I will put my two cents in."
Nick waited a moment, his face beginning to get serious. "Now, have you taken into account the fact that we might be going up against the Borg? Have you set the weapons for constant modulation and all that other Borg fighting rot?"
<Tag Cyle>
They discussed a few more fine details for a while longer, and then a call came through for Nick and Cyle to report to the bridge.
Nick glanced at the ceiling, as if he could see where the message came from. Then he turned to Cyle. "After you..." he said, motioning to the door.
<Tag Cyle>
OOC:
I've come down with a hideous cold, with chills and aches and sores and the rest. So if my posting goes down the next few days, that is why. Sorry. Though, as usual, I will do my best to keep up. Just no promises.
Also, I had to edit this post, as I had it done differently, then after posting it, saw Zhuk's orders. So I redid it. Sorry for any confusion that may have been caused.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 15, 2005 12:48:46 GMT
While Melain was reading her team, Robert walked through the door. He came directly to where Caring was seated and addressed Grace "Hi, Grandma Grace! Long time no see." he said outloud.
What happened next surprised Melain, Grace responded outloud "Hello Robert." Melain came over, Grace saw the look at her face and replied with a smile "Thank you Melain, for you kind words, they were very helpful to me. As were Massally's and the Cap... I mean Harrias'. You can release these restraints now."
"Right you are, Grace." Melain started to go over to release the restraints, but Caring held up a hand to stop her.
"I'm sorry, Grandma, but I need to have a look before the good doctor releases those."
"You are right, of course. You have my permission, then."
Caring walked over to Grace and placed her hand on Grace's face. After a few moments, Caring removed her hand and told Melain she could release the restraints. As Melain did so, Massally ran to Grace and gave her a large hug. "Oh Massally, this is the best medicine for me. A hug." Grace told Massally with her mind. Massally replied "Oh Grace, I love hugs. I like her (nodding to Caring) calling you Grandma. It sounds like a wonderful name, can I call you Grandma, too." Grace answered with her mind "I would be honored for you to call me something as special as that. Thank you." "Your welcome." Massally said, then released Grace.
Caring gave Grace a hug as well, then said "I'm glad to see you and really hear you finally. I would suggest you take it easy for a while. Maybe just chatting with your friends but the ship is now maintaining a safe distance from the cube in space, that may not be possible."
Grace looked at Caring and Robert "You two should probably leave, but I think we should see the Admiral first. To find out if it is safe for you to do so. We should go to the bridge, I am sure that is where the Admiral is. Melain, would you care to accompany us, more to keep an eye on me than any other reason." Before Melain could respond Grace said to Caring and Robert "That's what Melain does, she pretends one thing but is really there to do another."
"Grace, I'm sure I should report in to the Admiral, he may have questions about your physical being, which should be answered by me."
The four of them headed to the bridge.
Editted to reflect the cube's location in space rather than on a planet. - Jira
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Post by fthelev on Dec 15, 2005 14:22:47 GMT
They were half way through Jamey’s presentation when Grace, Melain and the two guests arrived in the conference. Cyle Johnson, the marine and new tactical/security officer, Ensign Parker had arrived just in time to catch it all from the start. Frek gave Melain a smile and shot a quick glance at Grace, she seemed to be fine. It was good to see her back to normal. As far as that was possible. People who actually enjoy playing dangerous games like ice hockey couldn’t entirely sane. The two people she brought with her, apart from Melain, he did not know. But he could guess who they were. The counsellor’s descendant and the pilot. The one’s that had arrived early that morning. Jamey had concluded his story. Even those who had arrived later understood the implications of what he had discovered. A portal to fluidic space. “What can we do to stop it?” the Vice Admiral wanted to know. This was where Harrias stepped in. “We have to reverse the effect of the graviton field. The simplest way would be to counteract it with anti-graviton particles.” “Can’t be that simple,” Zhuk said. Harrias gave him a sad smile. “It isn’t. We can only generate a small quantity of those particles. To accomplish what we want we need a more profound knowledge of the technology the Borg have used.” “Additionally,” Jamey had taken the word again, “Scans provided by the USS Starling indicate they might have used a substance found in the nebula to act as a catalyst in the process. It is likely we need that same substance to reverse the process.”
On the main viewer displayed the Borg cube drifting motionless in space. The slowly growing graviton field was not visible to the naked eye, but it made it all the scarier. Frek suppressed a shiver. The meeting had just been ended and he had taken his place on the bridge, which for a change was crewed by all the senior officers. No, it was as if an invisible danger was crawling towards them. Slowly and seemingly unstoppable. In the dimmed light of the bridge Melain was standing close to Grace, keeping a bit of an eye on her, accompanied by Grace’s granddaughter Caring Sorrow and Robert. Caring Sorrow, what kind of name is that? Frek wondered. He was standing next to Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson.
“Can we get a shuttle to the cube?” The Admiral had asked in the meeting. Because of the graviton field the transporter might not be best of options.
Well, it probably was possible. With of course a bit of ‘MacGuyering’ on the shuttle. “We could create a low-level warp field around the vessel,” Hannah suggested, “That should reduce the effect of the graviton field, perhaps in combination with…” She stopped. The ship rocked violently.
Admiral Mc7_of_9 had ordered active, high powered sensor sweeps, hoping to penetrate deeper into the cube, uncovering what might be vital information. “What’s happening?” he asked sharply gripping the armrest for support. The lights on the bridge flickered. Probably throughout the ship. “Harrias’ fingers raced over the console and looked up, “The cube is transmitting a feedback pulse over our signal.” “Power levels are dropping!” Jamey shouted. “Oh my god, they’re draining our energy reserves!” “Cut the sensor sweeps,” Zhuk ordered getting up from his chair. “Hurry man!” The lights flickered again, went out and came back a second later. The main viewer started to show more and more distortion. The faces of the crew looked pale and ghostly in the flicker of the lights. It was as if they were standing in a thundering storm on a winter night next a vampire’s hide-out. “Systems are not coping with the massive energy transfer,” Hannah commented working franticly on her console. Frek had stepped away to give her the space she needed behind the console. “Systems are overloading!” “Signal cut!” Jamey finally managed to report. “The energy drain is stopped.” He had barely finished his sentenced when everything seemed to be happening at once. The energy surged through the conduits and relays. Not ready to cope with all that power several conduits exploded. “EPS relays on deck 13, 9, 6, 5 are out. Sir, it’s cascading through the systems deck by deck!” Suddenly a panel exploded, sending a rain of sparks into the bridge. Lights went out permanently. Several conduits broke. Frek ducked away as something overhead was sent flying. The bridge was filled with sparks and smoke. The stench of burned rubber filled the air and stung in the back of their throats, the smoke stinging in their eyes. In less than thirty minutes the bridge had transformed from an exemplary scene to complete chaos. Emergency lights came on. As people tried to pick themselves up again the main viewer came back to life as well. It showed the cube. There was a start of faint green glow, spreading from its centre. “The Borg cube,” someone whispered, “They are regenerating themselves on our power.
Frek emerged out of the thick black smoke emerging from a console and a conduit he had been near to. One sleeve of his singed uniform was missing as well as half a trouser leg. There were more holes in it than you would find on a golf course, some still smouldering around the sides. "I'm okay," Frek said trying to keep to his feet. A panel above his head chose to come down and with a dull thumb it landed on his head. He went out cold.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 15, 2005 15:52:34 GMT
Without even stopping to think, Harrias started issuing orders. - “I want two shuttles prepped. Frek will pilot one, taking Danara, Dr Lorre and Miss Stevenson.” The doctor and engineer nodded, seeming to be glad of something to do. - “Lorre, can you bring him around?”
The bajoran rolled her eyes, and reached into her medikit. Harrias was expecting her to pull a hypospray, or something else technical from the pack, but instead she took out a bottle of water. Opening it, she threw it over his face until he came around, spluttering. - “Fanks, I really wanted you to do that.” He tried to dry his face with the bottom of his uniform top, but stopped when he saw that everyone was staring at him. - “What?” - “You’re taking a shuttle out Frek.” The andorian’s forehead creased into a frown. - “Where are we going?” - “To the cube. We need the technology they used to create this ‘zooming’ process. If we can’t work out what they’ve done in depth, then we have no chance of being able to reverse it.”
The andorian clasped his leg and his head alternately, and looked towards the doctor, hoping for some excuse to avoid the mission. - “You’re fine Frek, get to the shuttlebay. In the other shuttle, Jamey will be flying me, Grayson and Grace. We will be going to the nebula to try and find out the catalyst material we need.”
Frek started walking out of the room, towards the shuttlebay, Grace following him. Everyone else paused though, looking towards the ex-Borg. Harrias swore silently, damning himself for forgetting that he wasn’t the captain anymore. However to his relief, the Admiral nodded slowly, and the two teams made their way from the room, heading to the shuttlebay together.
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Post by hannah on Dec 15, 2005 18:35:48 GMT
All sevens officers entered the turbolift. Everyone grouped on one side of the turbolift away from Frek as he was still dipping with water and no one wanted to get wet.
Hannah could feel butterflies in her stomach at she thought of entering a Borg ship. She knew that the Borg would ignore them until they started tampering with there systems, but that didn’t make her feel much better.
There was a creeping silence in the turbolift and haunted looks on the occupants’ faces. Hannah couldn’t help but think about the Borg using their power to restore there ship and she was scared of what would happen when they became operational again.
Hannah exiting the turbolift leaving only Grayson and Danara inside as they were going to weapons locker to pick up some re-modulating weapons and would meet them in the shuttlebay shortly.
Hannah followed Frek into one of the shuttle parked in the shuttlebay and took the co-pilots seat next to Frek. Hannah was a qualified pilot so if Frek couldn’t fly the shuttle back she could.
As she waited for Danara to return her mind wandered thinking again about the Borg. Her mind drifted back to the lectures on assimilation and images appeared in her mind of the worse case scenario, her and the crew being assimilated.
The door banging shut interrupted her thoughts. She looked around to see Danara placing the weapons down at against the wall. She turned back to face forward and watched as the shuttle exiting the shuttlebay of the Nevada heading to the Borg cube. Hannah felt a feeling of dread as they drew closer to the cube.
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 15, 2005 19:38:10 GMT
"Colonel, I'll be in the ready room. I need to let Command know what's happened so far." The Colonel nodded as the former Borg officer stood from the Captains seat and headed into the ready room.
A few moments after the admiral had entered the ready room, Lorre arrived at the bridge, accompanied by the counselor, her great many times removed grand daughter and her friend and pilot. Lorre asked where the admiral was, and the Colonel informed her that he was on the comm with Command, but should be finished in a moment or so. Zhuk made some small talk with them while they waited, though the conversation never made it's way onto the massive ship that filled the view screen. The officer that had replaced Jamey at the Ops station informed the group that the admiral had finished his conversation with Command, so the conversation with Zhuk was finished and they made there way to the ready room door.
Mc7 had just finished his conversation with Command and was about to record a ships log when the door chimed. He signaled for the people on the other side to enter, and seen that one of them was Grace. Although he was surprised to see that she was out of sickbay, it pleased him that she felt able to walk about the ship again, and more so that she was able to be in the same room as him. "Come in and take a seat. Can I get any of you anything to drink?" Everyone said no, except for Caring who asked for a glass of water. Mc7 went to the replicator and got two glasses, one for Caring and one for himself. He had the feeling he was going to need it from the looks on the faces sitting on the sofa. He passed one of the glasses to Caring, and listened as Lorre explained Grace's situation. Most of it mc7 already knew from having read over Grace's file after her first reaction to him. "Grace, I don't know about you, but every since I was disconnected from the collective I can, not hear their thoughts, but I have a..." the admiral faltered, "I'm sorry, I haven't spoke about this for a long time, and no matter how much you talk about it, it never gets easier. As I was saying, I can't hear the collectives thoughts, but I do sometimes get general feelings from them every so often. And right now I get the feeling that they want something. And we have that something thing. After saying this the former Borgs throat felt as rough as sand paper. I knew this water would come in handy, he thought to himself, as he took a few gulps. "I know you were never a part of the collective, but do you ever get any feelings like that? I remember from when I was part of the hive mind that there had been occasions of a few individuals being able to fend off assimilation by using their minds, and some of these people were linked to the collective in a way that they never anticipated as a result. Is this the case with you?"
The instant the admiral had finished a veil of darkness surrounded him. No matter which way he looked, he couldn't see anything but blackness. All of a sudden there was a flash of blinding white light and then mc7 recognised exactly where he was. Unimatrix 001. For the first time in years fear surged through his body. Despite this fear, he forced himself to look towards the center of the room, where he new the column which held her was. As soon as his eyes set upon it, he was instantly relieved. The Queen wasn't there. He realised that there was a funny feeling on the back of his neck, almost as if something was breathing on him. He spun round quickly to be faced with a nightmare which had haunted him since the day he was liberated from the Borg.
The Queen spoke.
"I thought we had lost you forever. How very nice of Starfleet to deliver you to us again. If your ship interfears with the cube be prepared to rejoin us!" "Sir, are you alright?" The admiral was startled to see Lorre standing next to him, with her medical tricorder drawn towards him. "The Queen," he stammered "she just spoke to me."
~~30 minutes later on the bridge~~
Once the fireworks of the exploding consoles calmed down, the air was filled with smoke. Mc7 could hear the air purifying system struggle to cope with the sheer amount of it, but, for the moment at least, it sounded as if they were just about managing the job. Many people around the bridge were coughing and spluttering, but this eased as the purifiers continued their relentless task. Someone whispered that the Borg cube was regenerating itself from the energy they captured from the Nevada, and then heard Harrias issuing orders to the people who would crew the two shuttle missions. A second after those orders had been given, silence descended upon the bridge, and officers looked between the admiral and the former captain. The admiral could either rescind those orders and rebuke Jira, or allow them to stand. No one on the bridge was sure which way he would go.
Harrias himself turned to look at the admiral, having only just realised what he had just done. The admiral simply looked at him and nodded his approval. A look of relief washed over Harrias' face.
As the two shuttle crews exited the Bridge to make their way to the shuttle bay the admiral watched as the now vacant posts were filled by the relief officers. What next, he thought to himself?
OOC: That's all my exams finished, so I'll be able to post a lot more from now until the end of the mission. You guys continue to impress me, both with the amounts of posts, and the quality of them. You guys are doing a awsome job, and really are doing the Nevada proud!!
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 15, 2005 20:39:50 GMT
Earlier in the Ready Room:
Grace and Caring noticed mc7 at the same time, with one exception. Grace could hear the Queen as well, but Caring couldn't. Grace walked over to him while Melain was examining him, Grace whispered in his ear "I could hear her, too." His look of relief was a palpable thing. It was like an understanding had occurred between them. Grace and mc7_of_9 should do what ever was possible to not go on the Borg Cube.
Caring and Robert both knew they should leave for their own safety, but neither wanted to. Robert was an old friend of Caring's, but he was also related by marriage to both Caring and Grace. He was married to a descendent of Grace's son, Zac while Caring was a descendent of Grace's daughter Ada. Robert brought up the subject of them leaving "Caring and I would love to stay and help, but I think our families would be too alarmed about our absence. Alaina would love it if you came home with us Grace but she knows your place is in the stars."
"Your right, Robert. Alaina would like me to stay at your home, but I am not ready to retire yet. I won't risk either of you getting hurt. Admiral, with your permission I believe we have no immediate need of these two. Unless you feel it is not safe for them to leave, I suggest their shuttle should get underway before the Borg can detect them. They could be a hazard to our mission."
"You are correct, Grace. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the face if a friend of mine were hurt in anyway, because they came to my aid. Caring always wonderful to see you, stay in touch." as he gave her a hug. Mc7 turned to shake RObert's hand and said "Robert, a pleasure meeting you."
"You take good care of Grandma, here. We'd like to keep her around awhile, she's a great babysitter." Robert replied to mc7, then turned and gave Grace a big hug for himself and his wife, in the process he whispered "Please be careful, Grace. We'd miss you." Grace whispered back "I'll do my best."
Caring gave Grace a hug "Remember I am a thought process away. I will come on a moment's notice in the fastest ship, to help you, Grandma." Grace replied with tears in her eyes "I know, granddaughter, I know. Keep a light on for me." By now both of them were crying.
Caring and Robert headed to their shuttle, as the bridge crew were having their briefing, but Grace could feel their departure. Something she could never explain to anyone who couldn't experience their joining of minds. Grace was on the bridge with tears in her eyes, which everyone chose to ignore, when all hell broke loose.
OOC: Nice hat Harrias!
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 16, 2005 4:22:29 GMT
In the other shuttle:
Jamey took the pilot's seat with Harrias sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Nick had checked in with Cyle about any security measures, he may have forgotten. Grace sat in silence, wondering if it really was a good idea for her to be on this shuttle. It wasn't a vision, it was just a feeling that anywhere she went wouldn't be safe for those around her. "Well," she thought "the nebula is better than the Cube. But I can't help but wonder oh no, why not ask, it couldn't hurt."
"Capt..I mean Commander, I was just wondering why you picked me as part of the nebula team. I mean given my ability, I would have thought, the Cube would be the better place to utilize it. Not that I would want to step foot on the Cube, on the contrary, I would prefer not to, but I was just wondering...uhmm why?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2005 5:45:25 GMT
OFF two things, first, jeez you guys post alot, and second is there s certain spot for the marine officer to stand or a console for me to work on while 'all the seniors officers are on the bridge'?
cuase, i dont really know where to post myself at the moment, so i'm kinda lost
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2005 5:46:31 GMT
"I'll meet you in the shuttle bay." Melain said as she parted from the Bridge. She had never encounterd the Borg before, and the idea of doing so was something she had never thought of. In Sickbay she picked up a complete medical field kit. "Rachel, I'm going to the cube. If... If something goes wrong look after Massally."
Rachel looked up from where she was working and nodded. "May the Prophets walk with you." Melain blessed her loyal assistant.
"And may they also walk with you Doctor." Rachel replied. Melain felt somewhat rejuvinated as she headed out the door.
Danara, Frek and Stevensen where already waiting. "I was wondering if you would show up Melain." Danara commented. She tossed one of the weapons in Melain's direction. Melain caught it, startled. "Keep that phaser rifle with you at all times as well as your standard phaser, you do know how to use it right?" Danara asked. "Borg's don't give doctors medic immunity"
"I took the standard training course." Melain replied.
"Why'd they sent me on this rather then Grayson?" Danara asked.
"I don't know, I geuss they need someone on the other shuttle to go to the Nebula." Melain replied.
"Oh right, I'm expendable." Danara growled. "I've been serving on this ship as Tactical officer for several months and now I'm bumped down to Junior Tactical by a kid fresh out of the Academy."
Melain was not surprised that her friend was upset, nor that the Chief tactical officer had gone to Nick Grayson. "Danara... You've got to admit you're file does not show you to be the leadership type person. Not that I don't think you could do the job, I'm just not sure if you could lead the rest of the team. besides look at it this way: Nicks on the ship twiddling his thumbs and you get to go on an away mission fighting the Borg."
Danara leaned her head against the wall. "Maybe so, maybe so. My Grandfather won't be happy about this though."
"I don't want to talk about your grandfather Danara." Melain replied coldly. It seemed that at that moment the only two people on board where herself and the Cardassian Security officer.
Danara let out a hiss of breath "I've noticed. Last time I mentioned him you wouldn't speak to me for a week. You an odd one Melain, all Bajorans are odd, but you stand out."
Melain did not feel ready to tell her comrad why she acted oddly when Glinn Demat's name was mentioned. "How long till we reach the cube?"
"A few minutes, once we are there Frek and I will find out what the Borg where using to make the field, Danara will keep her eye out for the locals and you will find out the state of the drones." Stevenson replied.
"Sounds good to me." Danara replied. Melain was not sure how much help she was going to be on this.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 16, 2005 8:19:10 GMT
OFF: Melaine; Nick Grayson is with Jamey, Harrias, and Grace on the other shuttle.
Cyle; Go here... section47.proboards18.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=NEVADAA&thread=1134719857IC: The shuttles were on their way. Usually Zhuk didn't second guess Harrias' orders, but his Captain did usually err with his sense of security measures. Maybe it was the fact that Zhuk was a marine who's job of security measures were just second nature to him. Either way, he let Harrias go and depart without making notice of his error. Zhuk knew he could make his modifications once he was gone.
"Lieutenant Johnson, I want you to take a marine team and a shuttle and stand by in orbit of that cube. make sure you power down to minimal systems to avoid detection. I'm anticipating trouble for the away team onboard the cube. When that happens, beam in immediately for assistance."
The Admiral overheard the order but made no additions or countermands to it. Zhuk knew it was a sound order and that the Admiral agreed with it. He did say that he wasn't here to interfere, but to help.
Zhuk was discomforted with the knowledge that the Queen had made contact with the Admiral. He wondered how far her reach was with him. "Sir, you accompanied us as an expert of the Borg. Knowing that the Queen can contact you, I must voice my concerns about your safety, if not the safety of this crew and ship. I have yet to surmise how you will be able to help."
It became apparent on the Admiral's face that he knew Zhuk may be right. The Admiral took a moment to look away from Zhuk and turned his attention to the main viewscreen, at the borg cube. Zhuk took this moment to tap into his console to silently alert a security team to the bridge. It was best to be prepared.Edit: Added some speech marks
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 16, 2005 8:25:28 GMT
IC:
Nick sat through the briefing on the fluid space portal, and afterwards took his station with a feeling of fear and confusion. *What do we do now?* He checked the status of the weapons, and made sure keep in mind he may have to ask OPS for more power, if ever an emergency arrived. *Something tells me something is going to go wrong...*
Not 30 seconds after he thought that, the Borg Cube began draining the Nevada's energy to regenerate itself. *Holy--* his thought was cut off by the following chaos and violent shaking. Nick came back to his feet after it was over with a slight cut on his head. The Doctor treated it after helping with Frek.
Then he found out his next orders: “In the other shuttle, Jamey will be flying me, Grayson and Grace. We will be going to the nebula to try and find out the catalyst material we need.”
Nick immedietely signaled for the relief Tactical Officer, since both him and Denara would be gone. As he came Nick entered the turbolift. At one point, everyone but Nick and Denara exited the 'lift, so the two of them could pick up some gear.
"Um..." Nick began, not knowing what to say to the Cardassian, "Good luck on the Cube. If it means anything...I would take your place if I could." He didn't know why he was saying this, but Nick had always had this strange principle hammered into him that, whenever possible, men should be the ones on dangerous missions. Some people thought it was some sorta sexist belief, but at it's heart, it wasn't.
Obviously, the Cardassian agreed with those some people: "You think I can't do it?" she grunted.
Nick mentally hit himself in the head, wishing he had kept his wording to just "Good luck." "Oh, no, I just...um...nevermind."
"That's better."
*Gee, I'm off to a great start with my own staff.* The two were silent the rest of the time to the armoury, and back to the shuttles. Nick made sure to take some weapons for his own shuttle, even though it was going to the nebula and not the Borg Cube. *Never know when they may show up.* he thought to himself.
When they arrived in the shuttle bay, they parted ways and Nick went to where the three on his team were. He handed out the weapons, explaining to them the reason for them. Then he strapped himself in at a computer console, away from the pilot seat, and checked out the shuttle's tactical system. *Hmm...not much use against Borg for either offense or defense.* He then sat back and waited for take-off.
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What are the offensive/defensive systems like on the shuttle? Just wondering, in the off-chance something happens? Thanks. Oh, and Cyle, I've no idea where you go. As the only time I ever remember seeing marines in Star Trek are in Enterprise, which were the MACOS. Other than that, never seen 'em. Especially on the Sovereign class. Have to ask someone else about that little bit.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 16, 2005 12:43:44 GMT
Grace looked at Harrias with gratitude. Gratitude for not putting her on the cube and gratitude for not thinking her recent bout with mental illness diminshed her capabilities in any way.
Grace turned to Mr. Grayson, since she had been incapacitated when he came on board, she had not formally met him "Ensign Grayson, I must apologize to you. Normally I would have met your shuttle when you came on board and welcomed you. I am sorry I was a little under the weather at the time. Officially, welcome aboard, I am Grace Mitchell, ship's Counselor. YOu can call me Grace, if you like. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have. If I don't have an answer for you, I'll know who direct you to for that answer. There, I did my official greeting. Now how do you like the Nevada so far? Isn't she a beauty?"
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Post by fthelev on Dec 16, 2005 17:14:57 GMT
A few taps on the controls brought the console to life. A soft hum filled the cabin as the engines prepared themselves to deliver the energy necessary to deliver momentum the small vessel. “You adapted the shuttle to take us through graviton field safely?” Frek inquired. The freshly assigned chief engineer looked up and nodded affirmative. “I did it while you changed your uniform. I’m reasonably sure we’ll get there in one piece.” Reasonably sure? Frek thought. That sounded comforting. “Right,” Frek sighed, “If everyone is ready, I suggest we move.”
He couldn’t say he was in any particularly hurry to get to the cube, but they had to go anyway, and basically this was as good a time as any. Okay, perhaps not. But he had to do something to convince himself. The shuttle bay door opened, revealing the stars. The shuttle elevated from its docking clamps and slowly started to move towards open space. The forcefield barricading the bay, the only thing to keep it pressurised, crackled as the shuttle passed through it. On a display he could see that the other shuttle, carrying Jira and his team, were following him out.
To the left and right of them the large nacelles of the Nevada towered above them. The shuttle made a half loop, effectively changing their heading by an hundred and eighty degrees. As it passed over its mothership the speed increased. Frek made a small course correction to put the shuttle on a direct route to the cube. At a thousand kilometre distance the Borg cube was invisible for the naked eye, but covering the distance at three-quarters impulse power that would soon change.
“I think I see it,” Danara said. She was leaning between the two pilot seats and pointed through the wind-screen. “Where?” Hannah asked. “There,” Danara pointed again, “There’s a small piece were the stars are blotted out.” Frek peered through the wind-screen. By now they were a bit closer and he could make it out as well. He suddenly realised that the word ‘wind-screen’ was a bit of silly word to use, after all space was more or less a vacuum and thus no wind. Soon they were so close the cube filled their entire view. The soft green glow was still present, giving it a menacing look.
He knew Borg vessels tended to be big, but he had never seen one himself. With its three kilometre beam he felled dwarfed and somewhat intimidated by it. “The cube still seems to be holding an atmosphere.” Melain looked up from the little science console she had manned in the back. “You have any preference where you want to start looking,” Frek asked Hannah. Hannah shrugged. “Closest to the power source seems to be most logical place to start.” That would probably also the part were they could expect to be most crowded. And not by a friendly mob. “There’s an airlock,” Frek said and indicating a hatch on a display. “I’m docking there.” It took about seven minutes to dock the small ship to the giant cube and connect to the airlock. Slowly they got out of there seats, grabbing their weapons and instruments. “Are you reading any life signs?” Frek asked. “Nothing,” Melain said, “It’s weird. I wonder what happened to the crew. There should be thousands of them.” “Well,” Frek replied, “If we find any dead Borg it’s your job to find out.”
The airlock opened and one after another they entered the cube. Life support must still be intact. The atmosphere was warm and humid. Typically Borg. Slowly the made their way to the bowels of the cube. “Still no signs of life?” Frek asked again. Melain shook her head. “Still nothing.” She paused and pointed her tricorder towards Frek and then to the other away team members. “Something’s not right here. I’m not picking up your life signs as well.” “Your delicate instrument must be broken Doctor,” Danara commented with a sneer. “No, I checked it on the shuttle. Worked fine there.” “Great, so now we have no way of telling if there is someone onboard or not, and if there is we can’t see them coming,” Hannah said. “That seems to sum it up,” Frek agreed. “It sucks.”
Frek swallowed and licked his lips nervously. You know that feeling in your stomach, when you are falling of a cliff, in love or some other form of mortal peril? He had that exact feeling right now. Saying this situation with the Borg was scary was a bit the same as saying the Jem'Hadar occasionally misbehaved during the war. More carefully then ever they proceeded through the maze of corridors, its walls lined with conduits and unfamiliar access panels.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2005 6:41:05 GMT
there was nothing Melain could not stand more then unreliable equipment. It seemed like everywhere they'd gone her tricorder would not work. The caves moths on that planet in the Andromeda galaxy, on the Iconian scientist, on Grace, and now here. She was just about ready to send a report into StarFleet headquarters and complain.
"I need to do this the old fasioned way." she sighed, putting away her tricorder. "Keep you eyes open and your ears tuned for any noise." The endless corridors where dimly lit with a green light, which bounced off walls of exposed wiring. Borg cibes where not known for being esthetically pleasing, apartently that did not fit in with their vision of perfection. "Where did they all go?" she asked aloud.
"Through the portal?" Frek wonderd.
"Maybe, but how and in what?" Melain replied. She shawn the light attatched to her rifle across the floor ahead. "did you see that?" she asked, she sweeped the floor again and had her light settle on a single item. She creeped forward, and poked it with her foot.. It rolled over. "It's a severed borg arm. I don't think it's been seperated long, but it's difficult to determine because any residual nanoprobes may be keeping the organic components from degrading."
Danara brought her rifle up. "I'd rather operate under the idea that whoever severed it is still around then simply assume they are gone."
Melain bent down and examined the arm, it was difficult to determine anything without a tricorder. "It's a clean cut, but that's all I can tell."
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 17, 2005 8:48:07 GMT
Grace turned to Mr. Grayson, since she had been incapacitated when he came on board, she had not formally met him. "Ensign Grayson, I must apologize to you. Normally I would have met your shuttle when you came on board and welcomed you. I am sorry I was a little under the weather at the time. Officially, welcome aboard, I am Grace Mitchell, ship's Counselor. YOu can call me Grace, if you like. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have. If I don't have an answer for you, I'll know who direct you to for that answer. There, I did my official greeting. Now how do you like the Nevada so far? Isn't she a beauty?"
Nick turned to the Counsellor. "Hello, Grace," he said, with a slight smile on his face. "And don't worry about not greeting me before, I saw you in sickbay, so I know you weren't well. I trust it has all turned out fine, of course." She responded in the affirmative, then he answered her question. "I love the Nevada. I've never been on anything like it, and I am honored to be its CTSO." He paused a moment. "I do hope the um...oh I don't know her name. The Cardassian doesn't feel as if I've taken the spot she should have. I talked with her a moments, and she was very cranky. I think at me."
Nick looked out the forward viewport for a moment before turning back to the Counsellor and awaiting her response.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 17, 2005 13:55:51 GMT
"Oh, you must mean Danara. She is usually cranky. I wouldn't worry about it too much, she can overreact sometimes. Just for the record what did you say to her?"
"I told her good luck on the Cube and that I would take her place if I could. She thought I thought she couldn't do her job. I was just being chivalrous. But I decided not to explain that part to her." Nick replied.
"Oh, you are correct, most female species do not take to chivalry in this day and time as well as they did way back in my time and before. There was a time in the 20th century when women balked at men doing anything for them that was chivalrous, but they relaxed that after a while. It was the start of women's equality. It was an uphill climb, but women finally made it. What you said to Danara, Nick, is ingrained in men from the beginning of time, keeping women and children safe. Alas some women like it and some women don't. It's a matter of getting to know the person before you attempt it again."
"If I had said something like that to you, would you have reacted like that."
"No. I would have been grateful. I would prefer to not be on the Cube. You see I heard the Borg Queen speak just like the Admiral."
"The other three in the shuttle all looked at her. Then Harrias spoke up "Grace, why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I told the Admiral, then all hell broke loose. I think he thought you chose wisely for me not to be in the shuttle headed to the Cube because of the incident. Sorry!"
Harrias said "I could see how that might have happened. Maybe you should have stayed on the Nevada."
"No! Call it intuition, but if the Admiral and I are in close proximity, I think it helps the Borg Queen to contact him and me. Call us a 'wolpher' and a 'tweeter' the two don't work unless they are together."
Jamey looked confused, then asked "Pardon me, Grace, but what is a 'wolpher' and a 'tweeter'?"
"Sorry! It's an old Earth term. Way back when, they had radios, stereos and the like. All of these had speakers and these speakers required 'wolpher' and a 'tweeter's to work. I don't remember if they had other techinical terms."
Harrias and Jamey looked non-plussed, they were used to Grace spilling ancient history. Where as Nick thought she may still be off her rocker.
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