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Post by hannah on Jun 8, 2006 19:48:05 GMT
Hannah headed out of the transporter room and back to the bridge leaving the other crew members chatting. Hannah felt the ship shudder and she struggled to remain standing. She assumed they must still be under attack by the fighters. Hannah increased her pace towards the turbolift as she wanted to get to the bridge where she could be of more use.
“Bridge,” she shouted as she entered the turbolift. She leant back against the wall and took a moment’s breather as the lift shot into action moving up though the decks. She took this moment to relax and quickly analysis everything that had happen on the planet.
The doors slid open to reveal the hectic bridge. She stepped out onto the bridge only to be thrown back though the doors and onto the turbolift’s floor as the ship shuddered again. She stood up and straightened her uniform; everyone on the bridge was too busy with their stations to even notice Hannah arrival.
“Aft Shields down to 60%,” informed the officer coving the tactical station.
“How long until we clear the system?” Jira asked.
“3 minutes,” came the response.
Hannah moved to the centre of the bridge.
“Is there anyway we can increase the power to the impulse engineers?” she asked hoping that they could escape the system faster.
“Engineering has transfer all available power,” answered the officer covering operations.
“Half the fighters are breaking off there pursuit,” informed a voice from behind her. Hannah assumed that they had completed there objective of chasing the Nevada out of the system so were beginning to call fighter’s back.
There was another shudder of the ship. Hannah felt anxious and the three minutes until they could warp out of here seemed to be going very slowly. She looked up at the view screen to see the fighters trailing the ship and beams of coloured phaser bursts being fired at the ship and being mainly absorbed by the shields.
“Aft shields now down to 50%,” came the voice from tactical.
“We are clearing the system now,” navigation reported.
“Warp 6 on a course to starbase assailant, engage as soon as you can,” Jira ordered.
Hannah watched as the ship entered into warp and stars began to streak by.
“Anyone in persecute?” Hannah asked.
“No, all the fighter’s have remained in the star system.”
Hannah felt a sign of relief and sat back down into her chair. She took a moment’s breather looking up at the familiar beautiful sight of star streaking by on the view screen.
“You have the bridge, I’ll be in my ready room,” Jira said walking away.
“Aye sir,” Hannah said as she moved from the first officer’s chair to the captain’s chair.
She tapped her commbadge as she sat down.
=/\= Bridge to Engineering =/\=
=/\= Engineering here =/\=
=/\= Damage report =/\=
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 21:54:24 GMT
As Melain arrived on the Transporter pad the ship gave a violent shudder knocking her to the ground. A Crewmember was at her side immediately and helped her up. 'You alright doctor?" he asked.
"I'm fine now, Where's Frek?" she asked, noticing her friend was missing. Two injured marines had also materialized, as most of those who where in the rescue team.
"I saw him tell Cyle something then run off." One of the marines reported.
"Doctor, you should come to sickbay, you've been through a great deal..." The crewman urged, still clutching her by the arm.
"No, I won't leave until I know he's safe." Melain insisted. "These two men are injured, get them to sickbay now, my team knows what to do.. That's an order Crewman." The man let go of her arm and arranged to have both marines taken to sickbay.
Several painfully slow minutes passes as Melain waited, then a shimmer appeared on the platform and slowly grew. “Are you okay? What happened to Wilan Fren?” Melain pummeled Frek with questions.
“He’s most definitely not coming to my school reunion next year.” Frek replied, 'I have a nasty itch." he complained reaching behind his back, "Maybe I picked up something on the planet."
"It would not surprise me giving the conditions we where in." the ship gave another violent shudder, this time Melain retained her balance, but Frek stumbled."We should go to sickbay. Routine require we both be given complete physicals. Then I think I'd like to get out of these cloths and have a long shower."
"No argument here." Frek replied. "lead the way." he gestured to the door. The other crew members seemed intent on keeping back from them. In an instant Melain realized how filthy they where. Compared to the rest f the crew who'd been leaving in clean quarters showering regularly, they looked as though they'd just beamed in from a trash heap.
Perhaps that was why, when they arrived in sickbay, Tom was activated to take care of them. An EMH was not exactly going to gage. “You’ve lost weight.” Tom reported, ‘Both of you.”
“It’s a new diet called living in a slum, then a prison. I’d recammed you try it but...” Melain replied, Tom’s ability to announce the obviose sometimes botherd her. “Where is Grace, I thought she’d have been eager to meet us?”
“Oh, Grace is gone. She recieved a First Officer Position on the Jefferson, Zhuk’s ship and left a few days ago. I believe she may have recorded a message for you.” Tom replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry I missed that.” Melain sighed, apparently life on the Nevada did not pause with their absence.
Tom nodded “Yes, so was she. Commander Thelev, this itch of yours, I believe I have found the cause.”
“Bed bugs?” Melain asked.
“No, this.” Tom held up a piece of straw. ‘Bedding I believe. Both of those outfits should be destroyed, they are filthy. Other then that, and a mild case of malnutrition, you are both fine. Dismissed.”
“Did you enjoy being CMO in my absence?” Melain asked.
“I enjoy nothing, however I did find it to be rather productive. The Marines who where injured are doing fine. Rachel is caring for them now.
Melain took a moment to check on both Marines, who where already making a decent recovery, then headed to her quarters.
She threw her Tammaran clothes in the replicator and had them disassembled, then slid into the shower to clean herself up to Federation standards. When she had first arrived on board she was given the option to choose some features for her quarters. She'd chosen a water shower, but had never used it, until now. Once clean she stepped out and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale, perhaps because what she thought was a tan had proven to be dirt. She also looked remarkably like the old photo she'd seen of her mother back during the occupation. Melain had never been this thin, or had her hair this short. Of course this would slowly change as she regained her normal eating habits.
She fetched a uniform and put it on. It felt stiff and uncomfortable unlike the soft Tammaran tunic she'd grown accustomed to. As she searched for her tricorder she came across her own earring, the one she'd left behind in favor of a cheaper less personal design. She restored it to her ear and left the other one in her dresser for future use.
She felt a little awkward strolling down the corridor to the mess hall. A few crewman gave her curious looks, most likely wondered where she had been, or maybe even wondering who she was. As she ordered a stew from the replimat she realized the ship had stopped shuddering and a look out the window confirmed that they had jumped to warp. She was home again, and it felt odd.
She picked t her stew, something was bothering her, but what? She wished Grace was here. The knot in her stomach remained, and Melain could not figure out what it was. Giving up on her soup she leaned back and furrowed her brow trying to think.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 4:07:48 GMT
As soon as Cyle had reached the ship, he immediatly went to sickbay to check on his men, he was assured they would be fine, so he left and went to change. After taking a quick shower, which was constintly disrupted by the ship being attacked, he got changed into a more military type uniform, since the rest of his, the three he had, were still dirty and he hadnt bother to clean them.
Cyle decided he should get some food, so he made his way to the mess hall, were he was surprised to see one of his rescuees, Melain attempting to eat some stew. "Mind if I sit down?" He asked, as he pointed to the chair, while holding a plate and a tall glass of water.
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"Somethings wrong with you, wanna talk with someone, someone who happens to be a marine, who also happens to be a good listener?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 5:54:36 GMT
Melain's concentration was broken when Cyle approached her table. "Mind If I sit down?" he asked, she shook her head and he took a seat "Somethings wrong with you, wanna talk with someone, someone who happens to be a marine, who also happens to be a good listener?"
"You are rather direct and to the point aren't you." Melain let a smile escape her lips. "I suppose it fits the military stereotype. Normally I'd take this type of issue up with Grace, but now she's gone." Melain sighed. "But since you are a good listener, and that's all I really need I'll talk with you."
"To be honest I'm not sure what's bothering me. It's like... there is this force field inside my head and I only have a hint about what is behind me. I think it has something to do with being on Tammaron. I thought it might be that I'm bothered about Grace's departure, missing Massally or the way my team was able to handle themselves during my absence. But I know it can't be those. Did.. did Frek tell you what we went through down there?" Melain asked
Cyle shook his head. "I haven't really spoken with him, I assume most of it is confidential."
"Not really, I can't tell you why we where there." Melain replied. "Let's put it this way. Frek and I spent more then a month leaving in a run down apartment infiltrating a local crime organization. Then things went wrong. We where captured, the crime organization was not happy about what we did and wanted information..." Melain's voice drifted off. 'I found out these last few days that I would make a lousy Star Fleet Intell agent."
"Did you give in?" Cyle asked.
"No, but so much of me wanted to." Melain replied. "I just... I was scared. Honestly scared. Frek stood up to them, he even held onto his sense of humor. I felt faint, threw up and quaked with fear almost the entire time."
"But you did not give in, that takes a lot of courage and strength." Cyle insisted.
"Maybe, but I feel as though I failed... my parents where with the Bajoran resistance, they stood up to Cardassian thugs constantly and I, their child... threw up."
"What makes you think they didn't?" Cyle asked.
"Didn't what?" Melain was confused.
"Throw up. How do you know they where not just as scared as you where?" Cyle was making an excellent point.
Melain thought for a moment "I... I don't... thank you."
"Anytime, so tell me, is the force field gone?" Cyle asked.
"Sort of. Something else is bothering me as well, but I think you've done enough. I'll sort this one out myself. Thinking about Frek, his sense of humour, and the interrogations made her remember what he told her before Cyle bashed open the door to her cell. That... remark, took her by surprise which was odd since, when she thought about it, their friendship had always seemed a little different then most. But Melain had always thought of Frek as a brother like figure not ... crush. She needed to talk to him, but how?
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Post by fthelev on Jun 9, 2006 15:05:31 GMT
It was miraculous. The door of his quarters actually opened without any problems on the first try. Not bad for a first day home. Frek stepped in. It felt weird being back after all those weeks. “Lights.” The computer responded more or less accordingly with a polite bleep. A sigh. “Computer, I said lights!” Frek had raised it voice. Not that it was needed. After all, the computer was not deaf. Nor would it pay any attention to intonation. It was simply an automatic reaction. Whether this was true or not, the lights did go on. And that in only two times. “That’s above average,” Frek muttered to himself. He looked around his quarters. The room looked the same as it always did. In dire need of tidying up. So far nothing changed. He stared at his hand. For some reason he was still holding the piece of straw the EMH, Tom, had pulled from under his clothing. He had left sickbay immediately after the holographic doctor had given his okay and dismissed them. A straw. Involuntarily he grinned. He had more expecting something along the lines of an eerie alien infection that would have him in quarantine for the remainder of the month. And the month had just started. For a moment he was in doubt. His first reaction was to throw the straw away, but then decided it would be a nice souvenir of the adventures past on Tammeron. Not that he particularly wanted to be reminded of it. After all, it hadn’t exactly been a nice day out to a theme park. Unless the theme of the park was criminality and ‘let’s make sure the Andorian suffers’. But still, perhaps he could frame it. It was something he could worry about later. He raised the hand holding it and aimed the piece of straw in dart-style at his table. He missed.
Longingly Frek glanced at his bed. It looked rather appealing. After spending a couple of nights in some rather uncomfortable dwellings it was hard to remember what a real good Starfleet issue mattress actually felt like. And surely he could say the same about a shower. First a shower, then sleep. That seemed to be correct order of things to be handled. He let the clothes slip off his body and directed them towards the disposal unit. The EMH had said they were filthy and needed to be destroyed. Frek looked at the sad heap that passed for clothing. Filthy was not the right word for it. One look, or smell, at it and even to most desperate tramp would run away shrieking and screaming flapping his hands above his head. It was actually kind of amazing. When he had put them on a few days ago, the day it all went sour, they were in perfect order. Okay, mostly in perfect order. He did got caught behind that piece of metal, but hey, who cares about a little tear? For a moment the image of his mother appeared before his eyes. Definitely time to take a shower and get some sleep.
Showers are definitely good. Sonic, watery or otherwise. Being one clean Andorian he stared into the mirror and made a few faces and wiggles his antennas one at the time. Still all in perfect working order. He seemed to be physically fine. That is, if you ignore the bags under his eyes, his pale face and apart from that it slightly hurt when he wiggled his left antenna and a nice collection of bruises in various forms and shapes.
The bed felt soft beneath him. Most certainly better than a hard cold floor and your occasional blade of straw spread around unfairly. With that piece stuck beneath his shirt he probably took thirty percent of it with him. He closed his eyes. He lay there for a while, but somehow, despite his tiredness, sleep was not coming. Constantly images and thought kept drifting in. And not of the sorts that make you go all happy and dance around in joy. But in the end he managed to doze off.
Clammy, sweaty. That is how he woke up. Frek sucked in a deep breath and sat up. The deep breath he took before escaped in a long sigh. “Computer, time,” he inquired. The computer responded and Frek analysed the data supplied. Ninety minutes! It had only been ninety bloody minutes. That’s not much of a good night rest, is it? He plumbed back and stared at the ceiling. He managed to keep that up for about fifteen minutes, but then he had enough of it. It was unlikely he would fall asleep anytime soon. “Might as well get up and get something to eat,” he said out loud. He stepped out of bed and stumbled over what probably was a piece of clothing lying around pointlessly on the floor. One of these days he should really clean this place up. It seemed to be one of those recurring thoughts that popped up on regular basis.
Leaning with his hands on the sink he stared at the stream of water running from the tap with its usual splattering sound. He caught some of it with his cupped hands and splashed it in his face. The cold water felt good, it cleared his mind a bit.
Dressed in his regular uniform he left his quarters and took the familiar route to the messhall. Well, he walked to the turbolift, which was what was doing most of the work anyway. The device carried him to the user specified location and opened its door to the corridor. A crewman smiled friendly and looked at him somewhat curious. “Commander.” Frek nodded and returned the smile. “Crewman.” They exchanged places. The crewman into the turbolift, Frek out. The ship was peaceful, quiet except for the soft soothing hum of the engines. He had always found it comfortable and reassuring. It’s funny, when it’s there you don’t really noticed it, but when it isn’t everyone will notice something is missing. The messhall doors slit open. Clearly this was not the busiest moment. Not really surprising considering the time of day. Only a few tables were occupied. Frek got a flashback to one of the fast-food places on Tammeron. Cramped with whining children who dropped their drink on your average passing Andorian or who weren’t satisfied with the free toys that came with the food. Absolutely horrifying. The food was marvellous though.
“Salad, regrub sandwich and Trixian bubble juice,” Frek ordered to the patiently waiting replicator. The replicator agreed with his choice of food and bleeped approvingly. A second later and with a soft whine the requested dishes appeared in a shimmer of light. Frek picked up the tray and looked around. It didn’t take long to spot Melain sitting at a table talking to Cyle. You would have to be as blind as a collection of Gavaline geese not too see them, not with only two tables in use. Frek watched the table and hesitated, but it would be strange not to join them. They probably had already seen him enter.
He put down his tray on the table and pulled back a chair and places himself on it. He turned to Cyle. “I don’t think I’ve thanked you yet for getting us out Lieutenant.” Cyle smiled. “Ah, you know, it’s your average day at work, and actually it’s major now.” Frek raised an eyebrow. “You got a promotion?” He nodded. “Yeah, a few weeks ago.” “Well, then I guess that besides a thank you a congratulation is in order as well…Major,” Frek said. It occurred to him that things had changed fast in weeks they had been away. “Thanks,” Cyle replied. Melain hadn’t said much yet. She seemed to be a bit absent minded. “I’m not disturbing something, am I?” Frek inquired uncertain. She shook her head. “Thought you would be asleep by now?” “I tried,” Frek said concentrating on his sandwich to avoid her eyes and took a sip of his juice. “Woke up after an hour and half” “Nightmare?” Cyle asked. He swallowed his bit and nodded. “Think so.” “’Bout Tammeron?” Frek grimaced. “I’m not sure. But I think it was about singing mushrooms in a swamp.” Cyle grinned. “Grace would’ve loved hearing about this one.” Frek shrugged. “Perhaps I’ll tell her about it,” he said in between a bite of salad. “She transferred to the Jefferson as Zhuk’s first officer,” Melain said quietly. “Oh.” Things did have changed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 22:43:28 GMT
Melain spotted Frek entire the Mess Hall and was certain he would sit with them. It was awkward. Before they'd landed in prison she told herself that once back on the ship she would try to take a couple days away from him. Frek was great, but an overdose of anyone, even your best friend, was possible. Now she was not sure if she wanted to hang out with him more or less. He orderd his food and headed in their direction. Melain found herself lost in thought and missed most of the conversation between him and Cyle.
"Your eating a salad." Melain commented, staring down at Frek's plate, there was some unhealthy food as well, but that was expected. "II believe that's what's it' called, yes." Frek replied sarcastically, his mouth full. "You are eating a Salad." Melain repeated. "Praise the Prophets, my life's goal has been accomplished! For more then a month I slaved away making you eat healthy and now you do it voluntarily" She laughed, and it felt good. This was why she loved Frek, he made her laugh whether on purpose or not. "You need to get out more doctor." Cyle advised. "I was out, and I don't think I want to leave this ship again." Melain replied. "I'm trying not to think about Tammaran, but it's harder then I thought. I think next time that type of mission comes up I'll hand in my resignation. Although I doubt they'll ever ask us to do something like that again." "Probably not." Frek agreed. "What are your plans for the day?" Was he asking her out on a date? No, surely not. Frek often asked her this. Melain wondered if he knew how confusing he made her life with his little confession. "Writing my report on the mission, catching up with friends who seem to have moved on without us, making sure Tom has not tried to take over sickbay." "What do you mean?" Frek asked. "Tom, the EMH. I left him in charge while I was gone. He was the CMO back before I was assigned here and has always been a little upset that it was taken away from him. He denies it of course, but I'm sure he enjoyed his brief period of being the boss. That's the problem with keeping them activated for so long, they build a personality. It's amusing, Rachel loves it, but it makes them as part of the team as any of the nurses so then turning them off feels... unethical." Melain explained. "Oh, Massally sent me a message." "The kid right?" Cyle confirmed. "Yeah, the deaf dradrian girl." Melain nodded. "The surgery went as planned, and she's almost able to handle the noise of the Station's promenade. One of the Nurses on the station has a family and has taken her in. Once we get back to the Assailent she wants to meet with us and show off a bit. She said that Grace visited her for awhile, I wonder if we'll get a chance to run into her on the Assailent. Although I suppose the chances of the two ships being docked at the same time are slim."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2006 0:26:07 GMT
Cyle sat with the two for a moment, something obviously had happened between them, but he was not the type of person to bring up bad memories, if this was to be considered bad of course. 'i would leave them, but i think it would get even more awkward for Melain, Frek doesn't seem to know what he did, but i know he did DO something
Cyle sat and listened for the most part, drinking from his glass of water, he kept thinking about the crime lord who hired him, why he had helped them. He pushed it out of his thoughts and was about to get up when he remembered why he hadn't left already.
A question directed him caught his attention and brought it back to the table, " I'm sorry, what did you ask?" "How did you find us? I mean, i know your a marine and its your job and all, but some of the other marines were saying you had help, and that you almost looked like you lived there"
'i knew this was gonna come out sometime' With a deep sigh Cyle looked at the two, " Its a touchy subject" "well, i talked with you, now its your turn" Melain said. I grew up on the streets, learning and living for years like you did for that short time. My dad was a drunk, and constantly abused me, my mother well thats a different story. That planet was almost exactly like my home, only I had more control. My marines followed my orders, they help each other and protected us all. i never had that when i was young, so it was easier to get around." 'i hope they don't sense i haven't told them everything'
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Post by jasonfarsir on Jun 10, 2006 9:53:59 GMT
Getting off the transporter padd Jason felt good to be back on the ship. As he was about the leave the room he turned around and announced "well I don't know about the rest of you but taking a shower is on the top of my to do list." He turned around and headed out of the transporter room toiward a turbolift.
Once in his quarters he took of his shoes "oh that's better" he said to himself. The ship then shook again caused by weapons fire. "However I can live without that right now," As he was headed for the shower his comm badge beeped.
=^=Grogety to Farsir=^=
Jason sighed, now what? he thought tapping the communicator. "Farsir here,"
=^=Sir the bridge just imformed us they need more power to the impulse engines=^=
Jason sat down on the bed. "Grogety I'm busy right now I just got back from an away team mission, and I'm surrposed to report to duty in less then four hours. It would be nice to have a shower eat something, and catch a little sleep before that."
=^=I'm sorry to interup you sir, and I'm aware of you not being on duty but I was just wonder if there was any spiesific systems you want to have power go to the impulse drive from=^=
"no there's no spiesific one I use to use as an extra power surply just use a few systems or sub-systems we're not using right now,"
=^=understood sir,=^=
"how are things going there anyway?"
=^=oh we're doing fine, our attackers are making it diffcult but nothing we're can't handle=^=
"alright good, we'll talk once I'm duty. Farsir out" jason stood up tapping his communicator again.
After his Jason shower he walked to the mass hall. Sitting down at a table he noticed that Cyle was talking to the two crewmembers he hadn't fully met yet. Someone came to take his order. He decided to treat himself to a steak, mashed patato's and gravy with some sweet peas and corn on the cob on the side. After the person walked off Jason got up, walked over to the table where the three officer were sitting.
"exuse me I hope I'm not interupting anything" Jason said causouly.
"That's alright Ensign" Frek said looking at Jason's rank pin.
"I haven't had a chance to fully meet you yet so I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Ensign Jason Farsir the new CEO."
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IC "yeah well um anyway I just wanted to introduce myself and once again sorry for desterbing you"
Jason sat back down at his table and ate his meal. After returning to his quarters he had the computer wake him up thirty minutes before he was going to have to be on duty. He crawled into bed and closed his eyes.
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Post by hannah on Jun 11, 2006 20:47:00 GMT
Hannah had been sat on the bridge for the last couple of hours writing her report from the away mission to Tammeron. The bridge was quiet with staff levels reducing for the nightshift. A young officer approached her with a pad.
“Excuse Ma’am,” he said as he handed her the pad. The pad contained information on how the minor repairs were going and a list of injures that occurred from the rescue mission to Tammeron and the attack from the fighters. The list was short; they had managed to without to many serious consequences.
Hannah signed the bottom the pad and then handed it back to the officer, who moved off the bridge towards the turbolift. Hannah looked up at the screen that still showed star streaking by and she let out a long yarn. She looked around the bridge to see Lani Talla patiently waiting to take over the bridge.
She stood up gesturing to the command chair indicating that the bridge was his. She stepped in the turbolift and heard her stomach rumbled loudly. She decided that a quick bite to eat would be wise before she went to bed.
Hannah entered into the messhall heading straight for the nearest replicator.
“Toasted cheese and ham sandwich and a glass of lemonade,” she requested. It took only moments for her food to arrive and she lifted it out of the slot and looked around the room. She noticed the room was sparsely occupied and quickly centred her attention on the gathering of senior staff. She decided to go over and join them.
Hannah noticed Jason heading out of the room and she stopped in front of him.
“Are you settling well on the Nevada?” Hannah asked. He nodded.
“If you have any questions, problems, don’t hesitate to ask, I was the former chief engineer,” she said with a smile. He nodded.
“Thankyou,” he said, “I better be off to bed, goodnight.” “Goodnight, sleep well,” Hannah responded with a smile and watched as he exited the messhall.
“May I join you?” she asked as she approached the table Frek, Melain and Cycle was sat at. They gestured to an empty seat. Hannah sat down placing her food on the table.
“Glad to see you both back on board,” Hannah said to Frek and Melain as she took a bit of her toastie.
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Post by Daya on Jun 12, 2006 0:08:47 GMT
OOC this is Cyle by the way, just kinda to tired to switch accounts
Cyle had once again wondered off with his mind as the three sat there, talking and chatting at times. A young ensign walked over to the table to introduce himself, while Cyle was with him on the planet, he still didnt know much about him. The introduction was short, and he left almost as quick as he had shown up. 'he's confused i think. Cyle thought to himself, and went back to his glass of water.
A while later Commander Stevenson approached the table, asking to join, at which the three pointed at an empty chair. “Glad to see you both back on board,” Hannah said to Frek and Melain as she took a bit of her toastie. Cyle listened to the conversation that insued between the three, while answering his own questions directed at him.
OOC is Jira on loa? or just not posting at the moment? just wondering when we get this thing semi started
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2006 15:48:45 GMT
With a deep sigh Cyle looked at the two, " I grew up on the streets, learning and living for years like you did for that short time. My dad was a drunk, and constantly abused me, my mother well thats a different story. That planet was almost exactly like my home, only I had more control. My marines followed my orders, they help each other and protected us all. i never had that when i was young, so it was easier to get around."
Melain had expected a somewhat less... personal answer then that. Now she understood why Cyle acted the way he did. "I'm so sorry, sometimes I forget that things like that still happen in the Federation, it's nice to believe everyone had a perfect family."
"Don't be sorry, it's not like you did anything wrong, and in this case it came in handy." Cyle replied.
"excuse me I hope I'm not interrupting anything" Melain looked up at the speaker, he wore the yellow of either engineering or security and the rank of an Ensign. "I haven't had a chance to fully meet you yet so I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Ensign Jason Farsir the new CEO."
"Of course, welcome on board. I'm Doctor Lorre Melain and this is Commander Frek Thelev." Melain introduced herself. "We are the two 'intelligence officers' you guys rescued, and all I can say is I am very grateful you came when you did. I don't suppose you've had a chance to visit sickbay yet?"
"I did, your EMH took good care of me." Jason replied.
"Sometimes I wonder why I am even on board." Melain exclaimed. "Between my over zealous nursing staff and an EMH program that wants an infirmary of it's own I could probably leave for another year and no one would notice my absence, I'm joking of course. I suppose it's my fault for running Sickbay as a team when I started here."
"I suppose that is something you could change, but old habits do die hard. Speaking of which I'd better be off. See you around the ship." Jason gave them a quick wave and headed out of the mes shall
“May I join you?” This time the voice was Hannah's, “Glad to see you both back on board,”
"Not nearly as glad as we are I'm sure." Melain replied she did not know Hannah very well, this was mainly her fault. The FO, past CEO was often very busy and since Melain had little business in Engineering or the Bridge they rarely ran into each other for casual conversation. "Tell me, why was the Nevada sent to our rescue? I'd have thought Star Fleet would have chosen a crew less attached."
"I'm not entirely certain, I think it had something to do with the Intell officer who came on board. He was a past First Officer of the Nevada." Hannah replied. "A human, he left because of an illness."
"Steven!" Melain exclaimed, she'd been keeping tabs on her old patient when she had the time. "Is he still on board?"
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Post by hannah on Jun 13, 2006 11:18:32 GMT
“Yes, he’ll be on board till we return to starbase assailant,” Hannah said taking a sip of her lemonade.
“Maybe you should drop by his quarters and see him,” Hannah added remember the enthusiasm in her voice.
Melein nodded. Hannah finished up her toasted Ham and cheese sandwich.
“Anyway I better be off to bed,” she said as she stood up.
“Goodnight,” Hannah said.
Hannah exited the messhall placing her food in the disposal unit and went back to her quarters to get some sleep.
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Over a day had passed since they had exited orbit and it had been a quiet journey back to Starbase Assistant. Hannah was a sleep having one of those rare peaceful dreams when she was woken up by the bleep of the commbadge. She opened her eyes slowly and look her moment to release exactly where she was.
=/\= Bridge to Commander Stevenson =/\= The voice repeated again. Hannah turned over and reached out to her bedside cabinet and tapped her commbadge.
=/\= Commander Stevenson here =/\= she said with a groan, closing her eyes again and making herself comfortable under the sheets.
=/\= We have a problem up here, all are computer systems have gone blank =/\= the officer explained.
=/\= On my way =/\= she said reluctantly. She sat there for the moment and then lifted her sheets from over. Sometimes she hated being first officer.
She climbed out of the warm comfortable bed and onto the cold floor. She headed into the bathroom and bathed her face in water to try and wake her.
“Computer lights at 30%,” she ordered as she searched for where she had dumped her uniform the night before. She found it moments later, in a heap next to the sofa. She changed quickly and then headed for bridge.
On arrival on the bridge she was greeted by Commander Talla and then shown one of the blank computer terminals.
“Every console on the ship is like this,” he said gesturing to the blank console in front them and then indicating to the rest around the ship.
“How long ago did this happen?” she asked.
“They’ve been like this for 10 minutes now,” Talla answered, “Engineer are trying to find a cause, but have come up with nothing yet.”
Hannah looked at the console trying to think of possible causes when the screen changed to a countdown of number, saying 2 hours to self-destruction.
“Computer cancel self destruction authorisation of Commander Stevenson Beta, Gamma, Beta, Delta,” she ordered.
“Command unclear, please repeat request,” the computer responded. Hannah repeated the order again only to get the same response from the computer. She turned back to Talla.
“Please wake the captain and the senior staff and get them to report the briefing room,” Hannah requested.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2006 16:00:39 GMT
Melain had enjoyed a brief visit with Steve, sharing a few old stories and some new ones. She commented on his health, saying that she did not expect him to make such a smooth recovery. She also thanked him for helping th crew find them back on Tammaron.
She spent the next day reuniting with some of her friends, the young Bajoran family insisted she have supper with them and she brought Toledo Javel with her. To her surprise he assumed the event was a date and arrived at her quarters dressed up with flowers ready to be put in a vase. Melain had no vase, so she spent a large chunk of her replicator credits to get one. He had not planned on forming any of these types of relationships. She liked Toledo, perhaps more in that way then she did Frek, but there was a great deal she did not know about him and she was not used to being the object of affection. The dinner went well, but Toledo seemed a little upset that they where not eating alone, apparently Melain had forgotten to mention that part. That night she collapsed on her bed feeling rather awake, but was soon lulled to sleep by the faint murmurings of the ship.
=A= EMH to Doctor Lorre, please report to sickbay immediately=A=
Melain woke up and confirmed the message. She grabbed her uniform from where she had left it on the dresser and pulled it on. Rushing through the corridors she straitened her tunic and thanking the prophets she no longer had long hair to comb and put up. "Report." she ordered groggily.
"Look at this." Tom guided her to wards one of the consuls and pointed. It was blank, Melain had never seen anything like it. "Didn't you call Tenet?" she asked referring the to Bolian med tech.
"They did." she heard Tenet reply, he had his head shoved under a bio bed, tools where littering the floor around him. "I'm not sure why I bothers coming, the entire ship is like this. But I did notice your biobed is acting up, I wish you'd tell me these things."
'I believe I sent you a message yesterday. If the entire ship is like this then what do you think happened?" Melain asked.
'Hard to say, could simply be an error in the system. Engineering is working on it." Tenet replied.
"Doctor, it seems to have changed." Tom pointed out.
Melain looked over and glanced at the screen. "Two hours to self distruct..." she looked around. "Some error, I need to get to the bridge. Organize our supplies, if we can't stop this I want to be prepared to evacuate."
As Melain headed down the hall her comm badge beeped. =A= All senior staff report to the ready room immediately.=A= "That's where I'm headed.
Melain fidgeted in the turbo lift and rushed into the ready room to see some of the other officers already seated, they all looked tired, this was after all the night shift. "What is going on?" she asked, hoping some one could give her an answer. 'I've got my team preparing for an evacuation and I'd love to call them off."
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Post by fthelev on Jun 13, 2006 18:42:45 GMT
The combadge chirped in its familiar way. Loudly. Well, that was another short nights’ sleep. Frek shot up straight in his bed. Once again. Officially he was not back on duty, not until he and Melain had been debriefed and official were told to resume their duties on their ship, the Nevada. But even so, so times of peace and quiet didn’t seem to be in it for them. A hand ran down his face. It was glistening with sweat, and his hair seemed to be pasted to his skull. Sticky, as if it was spaghetti on his head. It was amazing how his mattress seemed to be able to absorb all those amounts of perspiration. One of these days it would most likely go all squishy. A quick look in the mirror and he wished he hadn’t. Some Andorians, especially this one, just need their rest. He wondered what the hell was going that was worth getting him to the bridge for. And if he had time for a quick shower to freshen up. He decided unilaterally he had.
“What is it?” he groaned when got the bridge about fifteen minutes later. Commander Stevenson, Hannah, was talking to Commander Talla on the back of the bridge. With no doubt probably inquiring about the same thing. Lieutenant Paver looked up from the Navigations console. It was likely she had been in charge of the Navigation department during his absence. He did a quick glance around the bridge. There was at least one new face here. Though he vaguely remembered her being with the rescue party two days ago. He couldn’t place a name with the face. It was likely he had never known, and if he did, it didn’t stick. It was a bit weird though. On starships people come and go. Crew get transferred, they come and go. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just like governments in the Romulan Empire. But you could say Romulans are somewhat weird at times. Like Benzanine worms dancing in the summer rain. Though here it seemed all to have happened in the past several weeks. Counsellor Grace Mitchell gone. A new engineer and new something officer, and who knows what else. That would be another week memorizing all the new names. Perhaps he should suggest nametags. Nametags could definitely be good.
“…bad,” Pavel finished. Frek snapped back into reality. “Huh?” “Looks bad sir,” she repeated the last part. Perhaps she was under the impression he had actually listened to the first part. Frek sighed and raised and eyebrow. “Yeah I know. I haven’t been sleeping very well since I’m back on the ship.” “Not you! The ship,” if she was annoyed, it hardly showed. “We’ve lost all control.” “No navigation?” Frek asked. Pavel gestured around. “No nothing. Not only navigation, everything’s offline. I think we changed course earlier, but without… ” Pavel didn’t finish the sentence but gestured at the blank console in frustration and looked up. “There’s no way to tell.” Frek looked sceptical, the shower and turbolifts had worked, though as he followed Pavel’s gesture an awful lot of consoles looked blank. “Everything?” he queried. “Everything of importance,” Pavel explained patiently, “Minor systems not involving ship controls are still offline.” The computer took this fine moment to repeat its announcement. “Self-destruct in two hours…” Frek turned to Pavel looking questioningly. “Oh yes,” she said matter-of-factly as if she forgot to brush her teeth, “And the self-destruct has been mysteriously activated.”
What the hell was going on? Frek straightened up and turned around towards the First Officer. Hannah stared back. Her face was blank, but was starting to show some worry. Worry was not exactly what was on Frek’s mind at this particular moment. What was it? Anger, frustration? He had been living on the edge for the past weeks and had gone through hell only a few days ago. And for what? To be killed here and now? On place where he thought he would be safe? This clearly sucked big time. He should have become a kindergarten teacher. Kids could be nasty, sure, but at least they didn’t kill you. Not on the short run that is. Though kindergarten teachers probably died prematurely anyway. They should investigate that.
Hannah stepped over and shook her head. “We don’t know what’s happening yet either,” she said before he could ask, “Just got to the bridge myself.” They say Risa is nice this time of year, if he only would be there now, Frek thought. Instead he reported what he knew to Hannah, and that wasn’t much. “All I can tell you is that Lieutenant Pavel thinks we might have changed course,” he told her. “I take it that we don’t have a confirmation on that?” It was completely logical assumption and a very true one. “No, we…” Frek paused and his antennas saw an increase in activity. “What?” Hannah inquired. The shuttles. The ship may have been blanked out, but the shuttles had independent systems. They would probably still be active. “Do it,” Hannah said after listening to his idea.
“…so it appears that we have changed course,” Frek said. All the senior staff had assembled after the Captain ordered them to report there. “We’ve only deviated from course a few degrees.” He pointed at a system on a screen. “We’re heading here, O' Ryan's system. A binary star system. Our course will lead us directly between those two stars and at warp…” They all new what that meant. They would be torn apart by the sheer gravitational forces. “And when will that happen?” the Captain wanted to know. Frek sniffed. “It probably won’t.” Okay, so at least there was something good about this whole situation. “So?” “We’ll self-destruct three minutes priory before reaching that point,” he added. So much for the good news. They would get blown up instead of being ripped depart. Not that it really mattered. In the end the result would be the same. They would all be as dead as your average graveyard inhabitant. And they weren’t known to be very lively.
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Post by steve on Jun 13, 2006 22:53:21 GMT
With a shimmer Steve appeared on the transporter pad and looked around. He had been beamed up with three other Marines and the Chief Science Officer, Alexis Loki. "Chief" Steve said turning to the person operating the Transporter "How many personnel still on the planet?" "Just about to get the last lot up sir." Steve nodded and turned to walk out of the door. As he walked out he noticed Lex walking infront of him and he stepped up his pace to catch up with her. Steve was still mad about the way she spoke to him on the planet, he had never been shown that much disrespect by a Junior Officer before and when he first joined Star Fleet would never have dreamed on doing it. "Ensign" Steve called out and he approached her. "Commander" She replied with a tone in her voice Steve knew all too well from the planet. "A word of advice, if you want to go somewhere in Star Fleet watch the way you treat a higher ranked officer in front of people." Lex just looked at him before walking off without saying a word "Oh Ensign" Steve called out "Don't ever talk to me like that again or I will bust your [word deleted] quicker than you could say sorry." There was a real nasty tone to Steve's voice and Lex could tell, she turned and kept on walking.
Steve made his way to his quarters doing his best not to interact with anyone. When he reached them he walked in and went straight for a shower. The ship was still under attack but he knew that the crew could handle it, he wasn't a member of the crew anymore and after keeping the Intel officers names a secrete he didn't think he would be very welcome. The shower was just what he needed and after he went straight to bed. Steve went out like a light and when he woke he felt so much better. He decided not to ask the computer the time and find out how long he had slept for, he didn't want to know. It felt like days and it wasn't like he needed to be anywhere, if he was needed he would be called so until they reached the Star Base this time was his. Steve got up out of bed and walked over to the desk and turned on the computer and started looking at some reports he had transferred to the ship before he had joined.
The door sounded and Steve turned the screen off. "Enter" he called out and in walked Melain. She had a big smile on her face and Steve couldn't help but smile back. The doctor had done alot for him when he became ill, well she did all she could, there was really nothing that could be done until he was moved to a Star Base. The doctor had spent most minutes of the day with him, well the hours that he was awake and she had done everything that she could to keep the pain away. He would never forget it and would always be in her debt.
"Hello Doctor" he called out standing up and holding his arms out to give her a hug. "I am so glad you are back" "As am I Steve" She said hugging him back. "Did Star Fleet Intel get you out of sickleave to come and save us?" She said with a smile on her face. "Something like that but I was here as an advisor and am looking forward to getting back home and putting my feel back up." "I bet you are, to be honest Steve I did not expect you to make such a smooth recovery?" "To be honest doctor I don't feel 100% but when I found out you and Frek were the two Intel officers I had to come." "Maybe you should pop......" "No thank you Doc, I was poked and prodded enough by doctors before the mission, all I want to do is get home." Lorre nodded and decided to just keep half and eye on him until they reached the Star Base. Steve and Lorre chatted a little longer about the past and what they had both been up to in the time he had been away and then she made her excuses and left.
Steve returned to his work and lost himself in it. All of a sudden the computer screen when down leaving him with nothing but a black reflection of himself. "Computer, what's going on with the computer in my quarters?" The computer didn't reply and Steve stood up. Very strange he thought to himself but couldn't be bother to do anything about it right there and then so decided to sit down on his sofa and think about what the future held for him. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a red message flash up on the screen and walked over to see what it said.
*Two Hours Until Self-Destruction*
Steve looked at it for a moment. "Computer who has activated the self-destruction countdown?" “Command unclear, please repeat request” was the reply he got and repeated the question with the same result. Something was wrong and he knew it and decided to put his uniform on head to the bridge.
=^= Jira to Steve, please report to the briefing room =^= =^= On my way =^=
And Steve headed to the meeting to find out what was going on.
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Post by jasonfarsir on Jun 14, 2006 15:11:03 GMT
Jason woke up not to the sound of the computer waking him up but his combadge.
=^=Engineering to Farsir,=^=
Jason rolled over wanted to ignore it but in a upset voice he heard =^=Engineering to Farsir, sir we need you here right now=^= He jumped out of bed grabbed his combadge and tapped it. "Farsir here what's going on?"
"Sir you better see for yourself go to your computer turminal," Jason walked over to it and pushed the botton to activate it. Nothing. "What the hell?" he tried again two our three times nothing. "I can't it's malfunctioning,"
=^=so is everyone of them here. It's like the computer just went blank=^=
"okay I'm on my..." the screen than went from blank to showing self-destruct two hours. Blinking a few times hoping he's just seeing things he realized he did not "Oh my god"
=^=Sir we're showing a self-destruct countdown on every thing down here sir.=^=
Taking a deep breath then letting it go quickly the only thing Jason could think and say was "you not the only one" after his mind went blank Jason realized he was just standing there "Éngineering, I'm on my way," tapping the commbadge as he was walking out the door.
A few short seconds later he commbadge beeped again. =^=Bridge to Ensign Farsir=^=
tapping it again he responded "Farsir here,"
=^=the ships computer just went blank and is now showing a self-destruct count down from two hours=^=
"I'm well aware of it and am headed to egineering as we speak. I only hope this is a glitch gone terribly wrong" Jason said more to himself then to anyone else.
=^=agreed Mr. Farsir. just get all systems back online, without the computer we're an open target that can't defend it's self and blind as a bat without the sensors as well.=^=
"I'm well aware of that,"
=^=Our lives may very well be in your hands now=^=
Entering the nearest turbolift Jason replied "understood, Farsir out" as the door closed he said "engineering"
When he arrived he asked what was going on. When he was told everything he took a deep breath, and tugged on his uniform. When he asked the officers why the bridge crew hadn't cancle the self-destruct system they just shrugged thier shoulders "Computer cancle self-destruct athurization Farsir alpha beta zero nine" The responds he got from the computer surprised him.
"Command unclear, please repeat request,"
"Computer I said deactivate the self-destruct system athurization Farsir alpha beta zero nine"
"Command unclear, please repeat request,"
"well that answers that question" Jason announced.
=^=All senior staff report to the briefing room immediately=^=
Jason rolled his eyes. "Perfect," was all that came out of Jason's mouth.
Jason arrived at the briefing room and noticed he was the third one to get there. After they all arrived Commander Stevensom started the meeting. "From what we know so far all systems that are of importants for the ship are offline. Navigation, tactical, sensors, you name it and it's offline,"
"What could be doing this?" Frek asked looking around the room for a answer from anyone
Stevenson had a look of regreting having to give the answer"So far we don't know" Looking at Jason she asked "anything on your end?"
Shaking his head was the only think he could think to do "not yet but we're still looking into it. All we know so far is that we have basic systems such as life support, the replicators, transporters, shuttlebays, the doors and turbolifts. Even the holodecks are fucntioning just fine. I'm sure we're all aware of the self-destruct system not deactivating. I don't understand how only those systems could be offline all at once without us turning them off. Or the self-destruct to turn on. From what I can tell the computer did this it's self but that shouldn't be possible,"
"Not without voice athurization" Melain commented
"Exactly" Jason replied looking at everyone. "so pretty much we have air to breath, food to eat, entertainment, and a way to beam anywhere within transporter rang. If anything else go wrong we're in deep trouble"
"We also have learned that we changed course,"Stevenson said turning on a screen to show everyone. " the ship is heading toward a binary star system. Now the good news is that we won't be destroyed by the gravitational pull of both stars"
"how can we aviod that if we don't have navigation?" Melain asked sounding like she really didn't want to know the answer
"That's the bad news, the ship we self-destruct just a few minutes before that can happen"
"so we're sitting in a ticking time bomb" Jason added.
Everyone said nothing for a few seconds the Frek broke the silence "okay, so What do we do?" As he asked this Steve walked in.
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Post by loki on Jun 14, 2006 21:57:36 GMT
When Lex reached her quarters and stumbled through the doorway, it was to the warm welcome of her fuzzy feline friend. Well at least someone is pleased to see me…she thought sarcastically. If she hadn’t been so physically exhausted Lex might have been fuming after the altercation with Commander Steve back in the transporter room, but for the moment she just let it lie. There would be opportunity enough to get her revenge in the future.
”Just remind me never to do any favours for him” She said aloud as she stroked the furry creature that had curled up in her lap. He purred.
Quite apart from the barrage of muddled thoughts cultivating inside her head, Lex had brought back with her several interesting archaeological finds from down on the planet, and knew she wouldn’t have slept if she had tried. With this in mind, she replicated a steaming mug of coffee and sat down at the desk kicking off her shoes. Sitting cross legged on the chair, she scattered the contents of her tiny satchel onto the top and began sorting through the various artifacts.
It was several hours later when Lex reawoke with her head pressed messily against her folded arms. Gradually she unfolded body parts and bumped her elbow on the now cold cup of coffee next to her. The first thing she noticed was the absolute silence encompassing the room. She took the complete lack of noise pollution as a que that some proper sleep was in order, and heaved herself out of the chair. Briefly she caught the glimpse of something flashing on her computer screen, and gave it a groggy second glance.
*Two Hours Until Self-Destruction*
“Snot right…” she mumbled with a frown. She sighed and prodded a few buttons on the console. Nothing happened. More frowns. “Why are we self destructing?” She murmured, still getting no help from the computer.
=^=All senior staff report to the briefing room immediately=^=
Lex groaned. “Briefing room.” She said slowly, just in case she forgot. The turbolift ride seemed horrifically slow as it trundled up towards the bridge. Contrary to earlier, Lex’s mind was functioning particularly slowly at the moment, and only processing a single thought at a time. By the time she stepped on to the command deck, the young woman’s eyes were nearly all the way open. It looked like she was one of the last to arrive, and quickly joined the others in the briefing room.
Lex glanced around at the array of faces, some familiar and some, others. Commander Stevenson gave them a quick and rather to the point rundown on what had happened over the last half an hour, but it all boiled down to a shipwide computer failure. From what they were saying, even if the self destruct was deactivated, it would only be a matter of time before the life support systems gave up.
“Okay, so What do we do?" Frek asked finally when no-one else was forthcoming. For the moment Jira was spared having to answer as Commander Steve hurtled into the room. For a brief moment Lex narrowed her eyes bitterly, but quickly turned her attention back to the situation at hand.
“Logically, we would try and stop the self destruct.” Farsir offered, that being his area of expertise. “But its pretty much impossible without a working computer system.” He added.
”Quite.” Jira confirmed depressingly.
“So to do that we need to get the computer systems back online.” Lex said obviously. “And to do that we need time to locate the problem.”
“Time that is getting shorter.” Harrias commented with a quick glance at the flashing beacon on his screen.
To his right, Hannah began solemnly. ”I think we’re going to have to face facts. Even if we can get the computers working it we might not be able to counteract the self destruct, or we might run out of time…” She trailed off. “We’re going to have to issue an evacuation order.” She finished bluntly.
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Melain was urged to take her seat as the rest of the officers arrived, she was some what startled to see a young women bolt in wearing a blue collar. She seemed, bothered, but under the circumstances this was a good thing "You must be Ensign Loki, the new Science Chief." Melain gathered, sounding rather obvious. Rachel had mentioned the new officer earlier, one of the other changes while Melain and Frek had been gone. 'I'm Doctor Lorre Melain, but enough with the pleasantries I suppose. Do you know what's going on?"
"Not a clue." Ensign Loki replied. "I just woke up."
Melain suspected this, none of them knew what was going on. She listened intently as Commander Stevenson explained the situation. She'd never heard of anything like this happening before, and suspected that if it ever had Star Fleet might have found a way to control the ship without the computers, of course that might be impossible. Part of her wanted to be back in sickbay helping her team, she did not know anything about computers or engineers, but her "Moral compass as they called it back at the Academy was needed.
”I think we’re going to have to face facts. Even if we can get the computers working it we might not be able to counteract the self destruct, or we might run out of time…” Hannah trailed off. “We’re going to have to issue an evacuation order.” She finished bluntly.
"I agree entirely." Melain seconded. "We do not require the whole crew to investigate this. This ship hosts over a thousand crew members as well as their children and families. Any non-essential personal should be evacuated to a safe location, are their any habitable planets in the O'Ryans system?"
"One, however we have very little data. It's a class M, the third in the system. There have been reports that it is habited by a pre-warp culture, but other reports deny this." Ensign Loki replied.
"I think we should take that chance, we'll program the escape pods to land rather close together. The crew members can set up camp and send a distress call. meanwhile those of us who remain behind will do everything we can to stop this." It seemed simple, but Melain knew it was not. She suspected the other Officers would be quick to point that out. This step was huge, it meant accepting the ship they had grown to love might not make it through the day. This was often a bit of an issue in almost any battle situation, but that did not involve 'giving up' this did. Even if everyone did manage to get off safely, Escape pods where not accident proof, and friends would still be lost. Melain's thoughts drifted to Tom, the EMH, he could not be evacuated. She suspected he had already 'thought of' this reality and even though he was "just a piece of technology" he was still a friend and valuable colleague.
"Some one is going to need to lead them." Frek pointed out interrupting Melain's thoughts.
"Lani Talla." Melain advised. "We need someone with Command experience whom the crew looks up to, someone we don't need on board. I suppose... I supose I should go as well. Tom can take care of anyone who remains on board, but the medical team will be most needed with the bulk of the crew." But I don't want to leave Despite this she needed to be realistic, how much help could she possibly be on board?
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Post by steve on Jun 15, 2006 0:20:20 GMT
"I suppose... I suppose I should go as well. Tom can take care of anyone who remains on board, but the medical team will be most needed with the bulk of the crew." But I don't want to leave Despite this she needed to be realistic, how much help could she possibly be on board? Harrias looked at the doctor for a moment and nodded "Yes I agree our first priority should be to get everyone that isn't needed off the ship and save as many lives as we can. Doctor if you could work with Commander Talla and get everyone off of the ship. When down there set up some sort of camp and do the best you can, take anything from the ship you need, well anything that you can fit in an escape pod. Also take Major Johnson and Ensign Grayson with you to help provide security" Lorre nodded and stood up "Yes sir", she then left the meeting room to meet up with the Commander and was followed by the other two officers. Harrias turned his attention to Steve who was sitting at the other end of the table. "Steve do I remember you arriving here in a runabout?" "Yes Sir" Steve replied "Its sitting in the main shuttle bay" "Right I want you to go down to the runabout and use its sensors to get some more information about the planet, we need to know everything we can before we get down there. Also see if there is anymore information about the planet in the database". "On my way" Steve said as he stood up and walked to the door. "Oh Commander" Harrias called out "It might be an idea to take Ensign Loki with you" Steve stop still and thought for a second then turned his head "I don't think that is needed Sir, I am quite able to run some scans on my own" "Commander, it isn't a request. She is Chief Science Officer and I want her to look over all the scans we bring back. We don't have the time to mess around. Both of you get going. The rest of us are going to try and sort out this situation"
Steve didn't even look at Lex he just turned back to the door and started walking expecting Lex to be somewhere behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2006 15:57:45 GMT
*TWO HOURS TO SELF DESTRUCT* "Aw crap" Cyle said aloud as the only words he heard had woken him up. "this is not gonna be a fun day"
"all senior staff to the breifing room" Cyle jumped up and was still putting parts of his clothes on as he rushed to the briefing room. "SO, whats going now?" he askded the person next to him, who explained as best they could.
"Yes I agree our first priority should be to get everyone that isn't needed off the ship and save as many lives as we can. Doctor if you could work with Commander Talla and get everyone off of the ship. When down there set up some sort of camp and do the best you can, take anything from the ship you need, well anything that you can fit in an escape pod. Also take Major Johnson and Ensign Grayson with you to help provide security"
'alright, action!' Cyle said to himself, as he followed the doctor out
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Post by jasonfarsir on Jun 15, 2006 16:30:32 GMT
Jason looked over to Stevenson than Jira. Knowing what the circumstances are he would have to stay aboard as long as possible to see if he and his team, along with a few other people could fix the problem before the ship self-destructs. However that doesn't mean I don't have any ideas for those who are going to the planet. "Captain, before anyone goes down to the planet after Steve and Loki scan it, shouldn't we alter as much of the crew as possible to look like the people there?"
"If she needs to she can make some of the crew alterations on the planet. For those who are staying on the ship if we can't do anything she will have to do it on the planet." Jira Explained
"Mr. Farsir we're going to need your best people working on this" Stevenson added
"understood sir, I'll be down in Engineering trying to sort this out"
Once at Engineering Jason had is whole staff in a big group. Each giving thier ideas, some adding to other peoples idea. They explored alot of them that seemed possible. At the end of talking through steps and considering others none of them would have seemed to work. One of them came up with an idea that involved the emh program. Jason didn't see a connection with what's going on with the ship and that. He asked for her to explain.
"Because of the exstensive memorey it takes up on just medical files of treatments, cures, theories, and so on including the program for holoprojection it's self, sickbay runs on a independent computer. The only connection with the main computer sickbay has is for lights and life support. The rest of it relise strickly on that computer."
"So how is that gonna help us" jason still didn't see the connection
"If we can install some kind of a scanner it should be able to see what's wrong with the main computer" she explained
"How long is that going take?" another officer asked
"to just seting up the equpiment to the sickbay computer could take three hours. Only a matter of minutes to scan the ships main computer"
As if to respond to this the computer announced "One hour twanty minutes to self-destruct"
Jason raised an eye brow "And clearly we don't have that kind of time"
"Sir if we take off three of the panels aleast eight people can work on it which it lower the work down to no less then a half hour"
"let's hope you can luitentent" Jason tapped his communicator "Egeneering to bridge"
=^=Bridge herë,=^=
"We think we may have a working plan..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2006 21:25:20 GMT
'Look, you guys work on that, It's not exactly my area of expertise even if it's in my sickbya." Melain explained to Jason. "I want to get together with Commander Steve, we need to formulate a plan for evacuation." =A= Commander Steve Lieutenant Talla , could you meet me in my office=A= Melain asked.
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Melain directed her team to include a dermal stimulator and other cosmetic surgery equipment with the rest of the supplies they had set aside for the evacuation. She then sat down at her desk and composed a short notice for the evacuating crew which she would read over the intercomm.
Attention Personnal
As you have most likely noticed the self destruct sequence has been evacuated. However there is no need to panic. The senior staff is working to cancel the sequence and preperations are being made for the evacuation of non-esential personnal to take place 40 minutes from this time. To learn if you are to be evacuated speak to your superior officer. Those who are being evacuated may bring one small bag, no heavier then 5 pounds of personnal belongings. No escape pod will leave before the arranged time, no escape pod will leave unless fully occupied. All pods are being programmed with the same coordinants, an M class planet not far from here. Once the pods land on the planet further instructions will be given by the commanding officers. If you have any questions ask your commanding officer.
She read the announcement one more time, and read it aloud. She would either do this again in ten minutes or assign the job to some one else. The ship had 120 escape pods, each could hold 8 people, they would be evacuating approximatly... 800 people. That left 20 pods for everyone else, which should be enough. They could be steeredmand travel at low impulse, but the coordinants would already we locked in so that was not an issue. Each pod also had a full med kit and a survial kit.
They where running out of time. "How's it going?" she asked her team who where stacking the neccesary supplies in the middle of sickbay. Tom was reading from a list, Rachel and the other nurses where seperating the supplies into groups.
"I think we can start getting these on the shuttles." Rachel replied, wiping sweat off her forhead with her sleeve.
"Alright,get started. You might as well pack all the pods, we don't want to skeleton crew to have to do it in a pinch. Tom..." Melain paused, what she was about to say was obviose. "I'm taking the rest of the team with me, you are going to be in charge here."
"Of course, Doctor. Do not act as though this is something wrong. I have been aware since first activated that if such a situation like this arose I have no choice but to remain, I would have it no other way, really." Tom replied.
Melain bit her lip and nodded.
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Post by loki on Jun 16, 2006 22:39:44 GMT
The filthy look Lex shot at Harrias as she stalked out of the room was nothing compared to the loathing stare with which she adorned Steve’s back as he walked away from her without a word. Partly it pleased her, because this way she would not have to talk to him; the perfect ‘If you cant say anything nice then don’t say anything at all’ compromise. Once they had left the turbolift Steve strode out ahead once more, and only looked back once to see that she was still following him. As he rounded the upcoming corner Lex quickly took her chance and darted down another corridor. She jumped into the nearest turbolift and arrived at her quarters, scooped up her feline companion and headed back to the shuttlebay.
I hope he likes cats… she thought to herself as she blazed through the doors and found Steve waiting in the pilots seat of the runabout. The cockpit was cosy to say the least, and the thought of spending what might be several days cooped up in here with the glowering Commander did not fill her with confidence.
”What is that?” Steve challenged her as she tipped the cat out of her arms. Lex blinked.
“He’s a cat. Well, actually he’s a gocgh.” She explained, as though it was a question she was asked everyday.
“A What?” he repeated in the same aggressive tone.
“A Gogch, a distant relation of cat from the planet Sati.” Lex said plainly, “And I wasn’t going to leave him behind.” She added. Steve appeared to either be lost for words or simply to have given up the argument because he said nothing and instead set about powering up the shuttle. Leaving him to it Lex turned her attention to the panel of instruments set along the wall, wondering if any of them would be any use to her. Although it was the best that they had, the scanners on the runabout were only very basic, and had nothing similar to the scope of the ship. Still, she would have to make do.
The shuttlebay doors slid open and Steve guided the miniature ship out into space. Looking back, Lex felt a pang of sadness as she saw the ship drifting helplessly in space. Although it had not been her home for very long, even she felt attached to the Nevada, and prayed that Farsir’s team could reverse the self destruct mechanism.
“Alright, that should be close enough.” Lex announced suddenly as her computer started to pick up readings. If Steve had wanted to comment about the decision he managed to hold his tongue well. From the science officers point of view she would rather err on the side of caution, and while the readings were being registered they were holding a perfectly reasonable stance.
“Ok, there’s not a whole heap to report really…” She began having a quick glance over the results. “The outer crust is mostly a clay-like sedimentary substance, with built up areas of igneous rock. Surface water, uh, fifty percent, background radiation reading is only one or two on the Geiger monitor...and some description of bio signature.” She stated in one breath.
”I think we need to get closer.” Steve decided, and steered the shuttle closer in towards the planet.
“Hey wait a minute, what if they just shoot us down or something?” Lex opposed a little worriedly.
Steve just sighed and shook his head scathingly. “They’re hardly going to do that if they are pre-warp.” He remarked pointedly.
“We don’t know that for certain.” Lex countered, but it fell on deaf ears as the Commander maneuvered the ship into the planets outer ionosphere. Rolling her eyes she waited and was surprised to see no activity arising from the planet. Apparently they had so far remained undetected.
”The computer is showing almost zero on high density radiation.” She commented, “No energy readings to indicate that there are pulse weapons in operations…in fact, no artificial electromagnetic readings either.” She revealed afterwards.
”So pre-warp then…” Steve gloated before tapping his comm. badge. =^=Commander Steve to Jira.=^=
=^=Go ahead Commander.=^= Jira replied heavily.
=^=Scans of the planet indeed indicate quite a primitive culture. We have negatives on EM, pulse and energy radiation and have seemingly entered the outer atmosphere without being detected.”=^= He reported in a nutshell.
=^=Have you confirmed there is a breathable atmosphere?=^= Jira enquired.
Loki’s eyes took a brief look at the console. =^=The atmosphere is about twenty three percent oxygen and the rest appears to be nitrogenous Sir…however I have detected plantlife so I presume there is carbon or carbon dioxide down there…=^= she reported, before adding =^=Oh and its breathable.=^= as an answer to his question.
=^=Well there’s a bit of good news at least.=^= He said dourly. =^=I’m afraid we haven’t had as much in the way of success. For now I want you to pull back from the atmosphere and keep an eye out for any activity. We’ll let you know how things are going on this end and will report in every fifteen minutes. Jira out.=^=
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Post by fthelev on Jun 19, 2006 14:16:29 GMT
Okay, so much for a nice relaxed ride home and a well deserved leave. He swore as he bumped his head into a bulkhead. Why did they always have to make those Jefferies tubes so cramped? Frek gave the bulkhead a nasty look and crawled on. Some nice soft padding on the floor could as well. Crawl around for half an hour and your knees would feel as if they’ve been sand grinded for the better part of the week.
Everyone on the ship seemed to be frantically busy with something. Either to see if they could regain control over the ship again or with being evacuated. He actually wasn’t busy with either. Apart from thoroughly hoping he would not get blown up with the ship and all those remaining behind for as long as possible, he had been trying to directly interface with the navigation array. The main computer could be offline, or at least not responding, but perhaps a direct interface to an independent source could give him access. And with a little luck, some control over the helm.
It might seem a bit pointless to busy yourself with trying to steer a starship when the ship is about to get blown up. And basically it was. Well, weren’t it for the fact they were on course that would take them between a binary start. So in the unlikely event that the engineering crew could reverse the self destruction sequence; it would probably be appreciated by most people not to be torn apart by the gravitational forces produced by the twin stars. At least that had been the view of the Captain, and for some reason Frek could quite find himself in that. He neither felt the immediate urge to be torn apart.
So hence he was crawling through the tubes, on his way back. He had set up a link from the array to an independent portable console on the bridge. With a little luck it would work. Or a lot of luck actually. It was an improvised solution with rather small chances. Walking into a clan of cannibals on the verge of starvation and asking them if anyone is hungry would probably give you better odds of having a great time.
The panel giving access to the Jefferies tube fell into place with a metallic sound. Frek pushed a button and it sealed itself. Safer that way. If you don’t it can fall off and land on your foot. It had happened before, and it’s definitely not the most ultimately enjoyably sensation. There were plenty of people out in the corridors, but most had grim expression on their faces and little was said. They just carried the minimal of what they were allowed to take with them to the escape pod assigned to them.
Frek got his bearings and decided to take a little detour. After all, Pavel had managed fine on her own the past weeks; she would do fine for another five minutes. Not unlike the rest of the ship, sickbay was bristling activity. Medical supplies were being repacked from their official Starfleet medical containers to something more compact. The empty containers lying in a heap in a corner. This was the first time Frek saw sickbay in something else but clean and tidy as it always had been before.
He saw Melain walking away from Tom, the EMH, and she was not particularly looking very happy. Not something that one would consider terribly surprising. Not in this situation anyway, it was not the sort of thing that would spark images of laughter and joy on the funfair while being sprinkled by warmth of the sun on a June afternoon, when it never gets dark.
She stopped in her tracks when she spotted him. “Hi,” she said, “Thought you were on the bridge?” Frek nodded. “I’m on my way,” he said, “I was just…” He made a gesture with his hand. “Taking a detour to take a look here. You all ready to abandon ship?” “Just about,” she replied. “Oh.” For once Frek didn’t exactly know what to say. And that was something that didn’t happen on frequent basis, like getting another entry on his medical record. His hand came up and scratched the back of his head. “Don’t get hurt or anything,” he said and smiled uncertainly, “I won’t.”
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Post by jasonfarsir on Jun 19, 2006 18:38:50 GMT
OOC: This may be my last post for a while alot of stuff is going on here. Sorry. And again it maybe a month or two before I can get on but I'm hope it won't take that long. So to keep me in the mission in some way go ahead and sim me in anyway you can.
IC: The engineering team set up everything, all that had to be done was turn off the EMH to make the scan work more effectively as well as throughly, and start scanning. Jason Walked up to Tom. "Even though I haven't been on the ship that long I have to say I see you as a real person and this may be the last time you are activated so I want to say I'm sorry that I may not be seeing you again."
Tom looked at Jason with no expressions. "No need to apologize I am after all just a simulation. There will be another one on the next ship you serve on"
"yeah except for the fact that people here care for you but the other one won't be like you that's why I'm gonna download your memory to transfer so I can download it into the next one so you can 'cheat fate' so of speak if it works"
"It would reflect who I am but it still wouldn't be me"
Jason could only feel embarrassed. Trying to smile he replied "no it wouldn't but hopefully it'd be enough" after shake Tom's hand he walked away. After asking one of the officers if everything was ready, they nodded. Jason sighed God I hope this works he thought. "Computer discontinue the EMH Program" With beep tom vanished. "Download all memory from the EMH to the storage unit" Another beep. Looking at everyone a took a deep breath in hopes that this works "Computer begin scan"
While the scan was going Jason left sickbay. As he walked out the door he walked to the nearest console on the deck. "Locate Doctor MeLain" The computer told him where she was. He ran to the nearest turbolift. Once on the deck the doctor was on Jason started running again. He caught up to her. "Doctor," he called out almost completely out of breath.
"Can I help you Ensign?" she turned asking curiously. He held the unit with Tom's memory out to her. "What's this?"
"In case my team doesn't succeed I thought we should find some way to save Tom. This is all his memory from the sickbay computer." catching his breath a little bit more he continued "As I said already if my team doesn't succeed when you get to a new post with either this crew or another one you can download it"
All She could do was smile and give him a small hug. "Thank you," she said.
"I did it for the crew,"
"I know. It's one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone could do for their fellow crew members,"
"Yeah well I need to head back to sickbay but please just keep that as safe as possible," With that Jason turned around and returned to where he was needed.
The scan was only 86% complete when he returned. A few minutes later the results of the scan came up.
"Let's see what the damage is," on officer said. Jason looked at him as to say that's not funny. The officer quickly said "figuratively speaking, sir" Jason looked back at the report.
From the looks of it the ship was infected by a highly hi-tec virus. It's function was programed to shut off all systems, however there seemed to be a small design flaw which allowed it to shut down only the main systems that would make the ship defend it's self.It was supposed to start out with little errors that would seem normal then just hit everything all at once. No one saw it at first until Jason noticed the code started changed at the end. There was a virus inside that original one. That one was for the self-destruct system. Yet again another minor error changed it from twenty-seconds to two hours.
Jason couldn't understand what Starfleet or even Captain Jira could have done to make someone want to do this to a federation ship. Informing the everyone who need to know, Jason was ordered to find a way to stop if he could anyway possible. How ever if it were not possible then he was to leave the ship 10 minutes before before the ship blows it's self to pieces. Everyone was split into partners of three to help make an anti-virus. After fifteen minutes of working on it They came to the conclusion that it would take three more hours then they had to get it down.
Working as hard as they could the teams were able to make sections of it to be able to work, the problem was they only got a third of it complete. Jason decided, since there was only eighteen minutes left, to take it with them. It could be completed down on the planet when they had time to input it on to every starship and shuttle craft computer in starfleet. The teams beamed all of the engineering equipment to the escape pods. Jason ran to his quarters grabbed what little he could and to the escape pod. Just after pushing away from the ship all he could think was was there anything we could have done to save her
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