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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 2:47:17 GMT
Megan had barely finished recycling her cadet uniforms and replacing them with her standard issue, blue scientific uniforms when her new assignment came through on the monitor. She quickly changed and placed the two brand new pips on her collar before crossing the room to find out if message was indeed for her.
Lt. J.G. Megan Garrett
Report to the U.S.S. Jefferson immediately to take the position of Chief Science Officer.
Fleet Admiral Elron Personnel Officer Section 47
Megan re-read the message several times before finally smiling broadly. She had been researching the vessels in need of a Chief of Science, and the Jefferson had been on her list of top choices. In fact, had she been allowed to chose, that most likely would have been her choice.
Fortunately, she hadn’t unpacked yet, and as such, only needed to grab her bag and her award. Opening the box again to take another look at her award, she grinned again before packing it in the small side compartment of her bag with her stack of data pads, hoisting the bag onto her shoulder, and leaving her temporary quarters for shuttlebay four on deck 53.
It took several minutes for the turbolift to make its way from Deck 27 to 53, with several stops along the way to deposit and retrieve various officers and cadets to and from their respective locations. Once the turbolift arrived at her stop, Megan exited the lift and made her way to the correct shuttlebay, where a type 8 shuttle, and an impatient Bolian pilot, was waiting for her.
Holding her bag in place with her left hand, Megan extended her right hand to the pilot. He ignored it. “Well there you are. I’ve been waiting for at least ten minutes now, and if we don’t hurry, I may lose my turn in line to depart.” he complained.
Megan pulled her hand back. “I’m very sorry. I came almost as soon as I got the message.” she apologized, as the pilot looked her over. He appeared to be a civilian, as he was not wearing a Starfleet uniform. He was also a good three inches shorter than she.
“Well hurry up and get in! As I said before, I don’t want to miss my turn in line.” he repeated as he nearly pushed her into the shuttle craft and the hatch closed behind them. “Then I’d have to go all the way back to the beginning of the line, and then it could take a good half an hour to get out of here, and I don’t know about you but sitting around in a shuttle craft waiting to leave is not my idea of a good time.” he babbled on, as he moved towards the pilot’s seat. Megan sat in the seat adjacent to the talkative Bolian’s and placed her bag next to her.
They ran through all the pre-flight checks in an orderly fashion, with the Bolian talking a mile-a-minute the entire time. Megan was slightly annoyed but held her tongue. The last thing she wanted to do was give him something else to complain about. He seemed to delight in recounting every offense that had ever been committed against him, and Megan didn’t want her complaint to be added to the already immense list, right after her late arrival to the shuttlebay no doubt. She didn’t want to give him a new story to tell his next unfortunate passenger.
In a few moments, the engines were powered on, all systems were go, and they lifted off and exited the station. “I don’t understand why Starfleet insists on building all their shuttle bay doors to the same specifications. You’d think the engineers responsible would see fit to make the doors larger than that. I mean, what if a larger ship wanted to come in? It just doesn’t seem practical to me. I once was flying a cargo ship that was only a meter or two bigger than standard bay doors, so I had to go through the process of docking instead of just flying right in. Ridiculous if you ask me.” he continued, apparently enjoying himself.
Megan gritted her teeth and continued keeping an eye on all systems and watching the external sensors. She decided she would stay in the main cabin, allow him to continue complaining for twenty minutes, and then would make an excuse and head to the aft compartment. There was no way she would last the entire trip to the Jefferson listening to his incessant chatter.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 2:58:16 GMT
With a thud, and a grateful sigh from Megan, the shuttlecraft set down on the deck of the Jefferson’s shuttlebay 2. “Well there you go, Lieutenant, your new home. That’s the great part about my job. I get to take people to where they’re going.” the Bolian said wistfully. This was the first positive thing Megan had heard him say, so she smiled at him and replied, “Well I appreciate it. Thank you very much for the smooth ride.” He grinned widely at her in response before replying, “Well I do the best that I can. You know it would have been a lot smoother if those idiots over on the Conqueror would listen to me every once in awhile and actually replace the primary thruster assembly…” Megan smiled, gritting her teeth again, as he launched into his repair request woes and, once he stopped to take a breath, managed to say, “Have a safe flight back.” before ducking out as quickly as possibly, leaving her pilot still shaking his head about his maintenance requests. Sighing in relief as the door closed behind her, Megan shifted her bag before inquiring, “Computer, what is the location of Colonel Hrisvalar?” =/\=Colonel Hrisvalar is in shuttle bay three.=/\= came the computer’s response. Glad that was only one deck down, Megan left shuttle bay two and took the nearest turbolift to shuttlebay 3, which was actually the maintenance hanger. At the door, she was stopped by two security guards. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but no one is to enter the shuttle bay without Colonel Hrisvalar’s permission, his orders.” one of the officers, a human ensign, informed her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. I’m the new Chief Science Officer, Lieutenant Megan Garrett. I need to report to the Colonel as soon as possible.” she said, hoping somehow that they’d let her in. As she spoke, the door opened letting another officer out, but as he was crossing the threshold, something happened inside that caused the bay to go completely quiet and the officer to stop where he stood and turn back around, keeping the door open. Completely on instinct, Megan, as well as the two security guards looked in through the doors to see what was going on. The first things Megan noticed were the beautiful, sleek fighters in the bay. She stared in awe at them for a moment, before noticing an Andorian marine holding the arm of a human civilian in a rather painful position. As soon as she noticed it, he released the man, and a few moments later, another human officer approached. “What was that all about?” the second security officer asked the two security officers guarding the inside of the shuttlebay. “Oh, the doc was being a pain about the Colonel going to sickbay, as usual, but then the Colonel just snapped and…pinned him like that.” one of them replied. “It all happened so fast. It was absolutely incredible!” As the guards were talking, Megan slipped through the doors and approached the group of men, which now included the angry Andorian, the doctor rubbing his wrist, the human officer that had approached after the incident, another Marine, and a Caitian officer. Megan was about to introduce herself when the Andorian bellowed, “Go find something to fly!” in the direction of the human officer, who stared at the Marine for a second before moving away quickly, apparently looking for something to fly. Megan came to halt, not wanting to introduce herself to her new commanding officer when he was in a mood like that. The doctor was still rubbing his wrist. "Can we please go to sickbay now?" he asked carefully before glancing over at Megan and adding, "That includes you as well.” and then continuing more confidently. “No-one gets back into their fighters before debriefing. I want to know how you all felt and I want you to be aware of your readings during your first flight."Megan had no idea what he was talking about, but reluctantly followed the group to sickbay and tried to stay quiet and as out of sight as possible. The last thing she wanted was to get anyone mad at her before she’d been here ten minutes. Of course it figured that she’d run into the doctor and gotten dragged to sickbay first thing. It seemed like no matter how much she hated the place, she always got stuck going there far more often than she felt was right. Once they got to sickbay, the doctor, commanding officer, and other marine moved off, supposedly to look at the result of scans conducted while the marines were flying, leaving Megan and the Caitian officer behind to wait for the doctor’s return. Glancing at her fellow officer, who had also been dragged along, Megan decided to introduce herself. He was, after all, a fellow victim of sickbay. “Hello. I’m Lieutenant Megan Garrett. I just received this assignment.” She said, as she extended her hand to him and waited for him to respond. * <Tag J'Varr>OOC: Sorry for the two, long posts. I had to backpost a bit and then figure out exactly how to integrate myself into the current story. OOC: You did great...welcome again!*I hope this is who you meant. I put the tag in as it may not have been obvious who you were referring to.OOC: Sorry! Yes, that's who I meant. I generally don't use tags, and since Megan doesn't know his name yet, I didn't use it. Sorry again for the confusion!
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Post by robertsharp on Jul 10, 2007 5:45:00 GMT
<ooc this is to finish my post from the other day
Sharp takes his fighter out of the bay. Sharp takes the fighter a few parsecs away from the jefferson and preforms a few maneuvers . the fighter does a 180 followed by a 360. Sharp does a few more maneuvers and then heads over to the nearest astroid belt and tries the weapons on some of the astroids which are destroyed upon impact.
=^= Jefferson to all fighters return to the ship imediatly=^=
=^= Sharp to jefferson=^= but no response
all of a sudden the fighter cloaks and goes into warp.
bridge of the jefferson
tatical officer reports to the officer on the bridge. "sir commander Sharp's fighter just cloaked and disapeared and he never acknowledged our hail"
Officer in charge "red alert" =^= bridge to col. Hrisvalar lt commander Sharp's fighter just cloaked and went into warp and just before that communications were lost
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 16:55:36 GMT
J'Varr took her hand in his paw, purring softly, "Tis a pleasure, Lieutenant. I'm Ensign J'Varr T'Ress, and I too have only just arrived. Did you see the SD-103 type that had hauled out of here a moment ago? I arrived in it....I'm suprised it still flies...it was built in what I call Starfleet's golden age - when Constellations and Excelsiors flew along side Constitutions and Mirandas."
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He smiled a bit before klaxons would sound. "A red alert...while undergoing testing?!"
He ran to the nearest console, on the long side of sickbay. "Forgive me Doctor, there is no time to discuss things logically." And with that he began to reroute controls from the medical library computer to what would have been his engineering computer station had he correctly finished the physical.
He ran his paws over the LCARS tactical controls, purring softly before tapping his communicator. "T'Ress to Bridge."
=^= Go ahead, Ensign.
"I believe I have a way to track the fighter's progress by utilizing certain amounts of tachyon emissions that are inhibiting in a cloaking device."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 19:28:02 GMT
"Logic?" Nathan was utterly confused now and none too pleased with a giant cat rearranging his sickbay. From the corner of his eyes he saw the first officer engaged in conversation with the counselor, and beside him the CO's antennae were twitching in anticipation. "What is the logic in rearranging my sickbay when you have two levels of engineering to do what you're doing?"
He motioned the new science chief over to one of the biobeds, while beckoning zhuk to follow him into his office. "Sir I must apologise for being abrupt but these trials..." he trailed off, indicating the readings he'd taken during the Andorian's test flight. "I will need more data, but so far I don't like what I'm seeing. I don't want to take your fun away, the readings show you're an excellent pilot, but it's the emotional state I'm worried about. What prevents you from accidently seeing the Jefferson as a target during your...play?"
Nathan left Zhuk to analyse his own data, waving to Raleva that the Andorian was hers after she was done with the first officer. "Mister T'Ress, kindly cease rearranging my sickbay and submit to your physical so that you can be released to your duties!" he called to the giant cat, barely restraining Tibbe as she spotted another feline. Sox was nowhere to be seen and quietly he scowled at his son's neglect of locking up the cats in their pen in his office.
Grabbing Tibbe by the back of her neck, he hauled her up and deposited her back in the pen, then walked up to Garrett. "Now I don't think we've been properly introduced yet, and I'm sorry you had to witness that little scene in the hangarbay. I'm Doctor Nathan van Breughel, though I'll settle for Doc Nathan, since just about no-one here can pronounce my full name."
He snapped open his tricorder and ran it along the length of her body. "Right, I haven't received your medical files yet, so you'll have to tell me whether you have any allergies that I need to look out for should you ever end up injured." He whirled around to face the Caitian. "Are you done now ensign? That terminal is for sickbay use, it is not designed for engineering!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 20:16:26 GMT
The engineer seemed a bit wry as he turned back, returning the console to an LCARS screen that read "MEDICAL LIBRARY" as if nothing had happened.
"I am quite finished. Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor. I should be ready for my physical at this time, meerrrrow!"
He stood then at attention, his arms behind his back. "I do not believe that you could actually trust me to restrain myself when something such as that had taken place, do you?"
OOC: By the way, I only just now realized that the logic statement is nearly a Wrath of Khan quote.
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Post by raleva on Jul 10, 2007 21:48:00 GMT
Raleva wasn't sure why she was filled with anxiety, however, she was very "on edge". In truth she suspected it had something to do with the fighters. She wasn't sure why, but everytime she concentrated on them and tried to get an impression from one of them, her head hurt and she was overwhelmed by a feeling of inadequecy and dread. Perhaps this was why she held her tongue so tightly when it concerned the fighters and their pilots. Of course, she could not ignore the Colonel's reaction to Nathan. The doctor was on edge himself and made demands that were uncharacteristic of himself. That was what first drew Raleva's attention, Nathan was many things, but he was certainly not that bossy without reason. The Colonel's forceful physical response was also strange. For as long as Raleva had known the Colonel he'd never been one to resort to violence without first attempting to find a logical and peaceful resolution.
She flashed him a queer look as Nathan sheepishly lead him to sickbay. She heard Commander Reynolds issue a question, but she ignored it and instead followed Nathan and his patients.
She sat back as he completed his physicals of the pilots and she had a slight fear of approaching the commanding officer. It was irrational and she'd never felt it before, but she couldn't ignore his strange actions, she had to speak with him.
"Captain," she asked silently, "may I see you in my office before the next trials? I should like to have a personal session with you."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2007 3:55:46 GMT
The officer extended his paw, shook her hand, and replied, "Tis a pleasure, Lieutenant. I'm Ensign J'Varr T'Ress, and I too have only just arrived. Did you see the SD-103 type that had hauled out of here a moment ago? I arrived in it....I'm surprised it still flies...it was built in what I call Starfleet's golden age - when Constellations and Excelsiors flew along side Constitutions and Mirandas."Megan blinked in surprise at his poetic musings. She tended to look at most things in a straight forward kind of way, so his deeper reflections caught her off guard. Before she could respond, the red alert sounded. Megan jumped from her seat to leave for the bridge, but stopped when she saw J’Varr move to a console. "Forgive me, Doctor; there is no time to discuss things logically." he said in the direction of the doctor, before minimizing the medical library and bringing up an engineering readout. He was apparantly trying to track and cloaked ship using tachyons, just like she had done earlier on the Hanson. That would work if the ship he was tracking was traveling at less than Warp 6, but if they were moving faster, a subspace variance scan would be better. She was debating whether to convert another medical station to a science one or just go to the bridge when the Doctor approached with the Colonel. "Logic?” the doctor asked. “What is the logic in rearranging my sickbay when you have two levels of engineering to do what you're doing?" As he spoke, he motioned for Megan to sit back down on the bio bed, and with a sigh Megan did as she was told. The doctor and Colonel moved into the office, while J’Varr, ignoring the doctor, contacted the bridge suggesting that they scan for tachyon eddies to attempt to track the fighter. Megan restrained herself from adding her bit about subspace variances. She was dying to get to a science station and start running scans but stayed where she was told to stay. A few moments later, the doctor returned leaving the commanding officer in his office. "Mister T'Ress, kindly cease rearranging my sickbay and submit to your physical so that you can be released to your duties!" the doctor ordered before restraining an adorable kitten from running to meet the much bigger cousin. The doctor appeared frustrated, as he picked the kitten up, placed it in a pen in his office, and then returned again, his attention focused squarely on Megan. "Now I don't think we've been properly introduced yet, and I'm sorry you had to witness that little scene in the hangar bay. I'm Doctor Nathan van Breughel, though I'll settle for Doc Nathan, since just about no-one here can pronounce my full name." he said as he began a preliminary scan. Megan opened her mouth to introduce herself to the doctor, but he didn’t notice, as his eyes were fixed firmly on his tricorder, and he continued, "Right, I haven't received your medical files yet, so you'll have to tell me whether you have any allergies that I need to look out for should you ever end up injured."Megan once again opened her mouth the respond, but before she could, the doctor spun around so fast her head started spinning. "Are you done now, Ensign? That terminal is for sickbay use, it is not designed for engineering!" he warned in a tone that left little room for argument. As J’Varr turned back to the console, hopefully to get everything back to normal, Megan pondered what she’d seen of her new crew so far, and it wasn’t exactly encouraging. Her new mission on this ship was to stay out of everyone’s way and hope no one would see fit to throw her out an airlock. As Nathan turned back to her, she decided to cooperate completely and hope to stay on the doctor’s good side. “I’m Lieutenant Megan Garrett, and no, I am not aware of any allergies to any medications.” she answered simply. She was about to, very carefully, inform him of her two medical conditions, which his tricorder obviously hadn’t picked up yet, when J’Varr approached, apparently done with the station. "I am quite finished. Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor. I should be ready for my physical at this time, meerrrrow! I do not believe that you could actually trust me to restrain myself when something such as that had taken place, do you?" he stated calmly. Megan had to bite her lip to keep from smiling, or worse laughing. She had to admire her fellow officer for his composure, but part of her was waiting for the shoe to drop, so to speak. She had a feeling that his “composure” was not getting him on the doctor’s good side. This assignment was already shaping up to be far more nerve-racking than she had anticipated. She just hoped based on what she’d seen that the Colonel and the doctor didn’t kill each other, or her, at some point. She had not been told that with some people, it was more dangerous on the ship than off… OOC: Congratulations! Megan now thinks Nathan and Zhuk are angry and crazy. (and I just know you're both crazy)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2007 8:22:35 GMT
Cyle still sat on a biobed, it seemed that everyone was done with him, so he got up and left sickbay, without saying a word. Passing by the cat creature, and then by another new arrival, he exited sickbay and headed immediatly towards the shuttle bay with his fighter. Cyle passed through the door to the shuttle bay, having already been in there once the guard let him by. "Get my fighter ready" He said standing alone in the bay with the different engineers. He walked back over to his fighter, placing a hand on it. Cyle felt a tingling sense in his hand and he quickly pulled it away, looking at his hand and back to the fighter. Placing his hand on it again, he felt the same sense, but this time it almost felt like he was part of the ship. Cyle jumped into his fighter and quickly started it up, hurrying so none of the others would catch up to him. Feeling the fighter lift off the bay, he pushed the throttle and flew out of the shuttle bay.
OOC i will continue this later
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2007 19:54:24 GMT
Megan had to bite her lip to keep from smiling, or worse laughing. She had to admire her fellow officer for his composure, but part of her was waiting for the shoe to drop, so to speak. She had a feeling that his “composure” was not getting him on the doctor’s good side. ---- As he spoke, he motioned for Megan to sit back down on the bio bed, and with a sigh Megan did as she was told.
The Caitian smiled a bit, turning to Megan as she was taken to 'visit' the doctor. He followed her along curiously, snickering to himself that he has avoided the inspection for the moment, even if by surreptitiously preforming a bit of his duties.
He purred as he entered the other room along side Megan, tiling his head to her, shaking it.
"Have you been noticing what I have seen? Or at least perceived to have seen as any case might be. The Colonel and the good Doctor here seem to have some bit of....I shall hold my tongue between my fangs."
Once he was done with the semi-monologue he looked over to the physician with some degree of feline inquisitivity. However this look would soon turn to urgency though his speech was wholly tongue in cheek, "Doctor, if I may remind you, and I understand already that you have a predisposition to yelling at me and I would assume other members of the crew, however I am a very busy officer and under conditions such as this I would really like to have a chance to continue with something other than a medical library computer."
With those comments made he winked gently to Megan, hoping that they would get a better response from her then the would surely from the physician.
Never the less, he continued to goad him gently, hoping that there was some soft, humorous side to him. Too serious of a personality, sans Vulcans, couldn't be good for the health.
"Doctor, if I may, that medical computer could do with...with the touch of an engineer's paw I shall say?" He smirked, "I don't know what they teach at Starfleet medical, but it can't be very much..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2007 20:09:09 GMT
"Doctor, if I may remind you, and I understand already that you have a predisposition to yelling at me and I would assume other members of the crew, however I am a very busy officer and under conditions such as this I would really like to have a chance to continue with something other than a medical library computer."
Nathan sighed as he dismissed Megan to her duties. "Be sure to bring by your medical file as soon as possible," he made her promise before she left, "then I can do a follow-up exam and then you're definately all clear for duty. However as it looks now, you're cleared."
Only now did he acknowledge the huge cat. "Yes I know engineers are busy people, generally too busy when sickbay needs something fixed," he replied testily, "now, if you are in such a hurry, why aren't you on that biobed yet?" He waited impatiently for the Caitian to comply, but the officer seemed to have other ideas.
"Doctor, if I may, that medical computer could do with...with the touch of an engineer's paw I shall say?" He smirked, "I don't know what they teach at Starfleet medical, but it can't be very much..."
"Really," Nathan snapped, not quite in the mood to be told his knowledge was inadequate. "Why don't you tell me where my knowledge is lacking. Come back when you can prove you have a medical degree, and we'll discuss medical issues in detail. Now, lay back so I can continue your physical. And mind your tail, you wouldn't want it caught between the hemisphere."
At present, he didn't even care that his CO was still in sickbay, even though he was ushered into the counselor's office now. He didn't care at all. He had been on his feet for twenty-four hours now, with no time to even go have a proper dinner or spend a little time with his son. "Now, let's continue shall we? Is there anything specific I need to know, that would not be on your medical records?"
He frowned in annoyance, absentmindedly rubbing his left wrist as he snapped open his tricorder. Initial scans had shown only a slight bruising of the tendons, but the limb was still throbbing annoyingly. He would have Hannah take a closer look at it later, when things quieted down. Or he would ask Raleva to please check it you, he trusted her judgement more than anyone's.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2007 3:56:32 GMT
Only now did he acknowledge the huge cat. "Yes I know engineers are busy people, generally too busy when sickbay needs something fixed," he replied testily, "now, if you are in such a hurry, why aren't you on that biobed yet?" He waited impatiently for the Caitian to comply, but the officer seemed to have other ideas.
The engineer murmured a bit in a feline manner before making his way to the biobed and laying down into it with a smirk, "Merrow, merrow...I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, now don't you? Come on doctor, you can't be so serious...."
His eyes now grew wide, "Doctor, I know one thing. Too much stress...too serious of an attitude...these things can give you a coronary even in this century! Joke around with me. Be cynical and condescending. Laugh a bit - I don't see any pointed earrrrs on you!"
He shook his head gently as he laid back into the biobed a bit further, submitting himself to whatever tests would be necessary.
At present, he didn't even care that his CO was still in sickbay, even though he was ushered into the counselor's office now. He didn't care at all. He had been on his feet for twenty-four hours now, with no time to even go have a proper dinner or spend a little time with his son. "Now, let's continue shall we? Is there anything specific I need to know, that would not be on your medical records?"
He frowned in annoyance, absentmindedly rubbing his left wrist as he snapped open his tricorder. Initial scans had shown only a slight bruising of the tendons, but the limb was still throbbing annoyingly. He would have Hannah take a closer look at it later, when things quieted down. Or he would ask Raleva to please check it you, he trusted her judgment more than anyone's.
His eyes again grew quite wide, "Doctor! It is quite obvious your overworking yourself. Now it may not seem that I care, but I do....and to be honest that comment about not being able to fix things down in sickbay was a bit below the fur but...maybe you should rest. Or maybe I should get that degree in medicine - I could force you to be relieved of duty then so that you could rest a bit! I know you'd never want a commanding officer to be this way, so why yourself? Don't put yourself through it, it's not worth it."
NRPG: Again, please don't take his nature OOCly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2007 7:43:21 GMT
As the doctor moved to check on some readings, J’Varr leaned over. "Have you been noticing what I have seen? Or at least perceived to have seen as any case might be. The Colonel and the good Doctor here seem to have some bit of....I shall hold my tongue between my fangs." he commented.
Megan was relieved that she wasn’t the only one who had noticed the seemingly pervasive bad mood of both the doctor and captain. She was about to reply when the doctor returned, so she also held her tongue, without the fangs.
"Doctor, if I may remind you, and I understand already that you have a predisposition to yelling at me, and I would assume other members of the crew however I am a very busy officer and under conditions such as this I would really like to have a chance to continue with something other than a medical library computer." J’Varr requested before winking in her direction.
Megan couldn’t restrain cracking a slight smile at his audacity. Fortunately, the doctor was looking at the Catian and missed her lapse. Following J’Varr’s little speech, the doctor sighed and signaled for her to leave.
"Be sure to bring by your medical file as soon as possible," the doctor reminded her "then I can do a follow-up exam and then you're definitely all clear for duty. However as it looks now, you're cleared."
Sighing in relief, Megan, who had no intention of returning with her file while he was in sickbay, nodded in response. “Of course, Doctor.” she replied before turning to leave, giving a sympathetic smile to T’Ress, and leaving sickbay.
She knew she should probably go to her new office, visit the science labs, man the science station on the bridge, but as soon as the doors to sickbay closed behind her hastily retreating form, her mind went instantly to the fighters.
True, there was a cloaked fighter somewhere out there needing to be found, a new ship to tour, and a department to meet, but one thing Megan could never resist was cool looking technology. She’d never seen anything designed like their exteriors, and she couldn’t wait to see the interior and systems designs as well.
Besides, everyone else probably had the situation with the fighter handled. Her mind made up, Megan got into the nearest turbolift and returned to shuttle bay 3. At the door, she was greeted by the guards, who recognized her, but still stopped her.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am…” one of them began, before Megan cut in.
“Don’t you remember me from before? I’ve already been inside, with the Colonel I might add. He’s in the middle of a physical and psychological evaluation right now, but I’m sure we could contact him if you’re concerned. Although, with the situation before, I’m not sure how he’ll react…” Megan replied, reminding each of them about the Colonel’s reaction earlier…allowing them to wonder how he would respond to them if they interrupted him…
“Uh…that won’t be necessary. I do remember that you were inside with the Colonel.” the officer responded with a slight edge of nervousness in his voice.
Flashing him a brilliant smile, Megan replied, “Thank you, Ensign. Carry on.” before breezing through the doors and into the shuttle bay.
She felt a little bad for tricking him, but after all, she was a senior staff member now and a scientist. She wasn’t sure why the guards were at the door, but it’s not like they were there to keep her away from the fighters.
Speaking of which…there they were. Her quick steps slowed to a halt as she stood gazing at them for a moment. Each one was unique and a work of art. She could only imagine what was under the hood so to speak.
One ship of the three that had been there earlier was gone. She wasn’t certain if this was the missing fighter or if that was another, but either way, that meant three ships remained for her to study.
Megan hesitated then, unsure of where to start or how to proceed. She could always open them up and have a look inside, but that would limit her vantage point; she could also use a scientific tricorder to scan the ships, but the scans wouldn’t be as detailed as she would have liked.
She was leaning towards the first option when she spotted a type 11 shuttle craft, obviously in the midst of repairs, and she got an idea. As long as the shuttle’s basic systems were working, including the sensors, she could use the shuttle’s sensors to get a far more detailed scan of the fighters.
Smiling excitedly, Megan approached and entered the shuttle. No one saw her, as the guards were deep in conversation and the flight deck crew seemed to be engrossed in a game of cards as they waited for the other fighter to return.
Firing up the shuttle’s computer, Megan found the sensors to be in perfect working order, just as she had hoped. As each fighter appeared to be different, Megan decided to scan them each in turn, starting with the…well….the coolest looking one, in her personal opinion.
She had just initiated the first scan, when a voice came from seemingly out of no where. “Hello, I greatly appreciate your interest in me.”
Megan jumped and her heart rate surged upward as she spun around to find no one. She almost asked if anyone was there but began to feel silly, so she simply turned back to resume her scan.
“I am sorry I alarmed you. That was not my intention.” the voice came again.
This time, Megan only jumped slightly, but still spun around to find no one. This time, however, she had no choice but to ask, “Who are you?”
“I am the Artificial Intelligence of the vessel you are currently scanning. I am perfectly capable of answering any and all questions you may have regarding my systems and operation.” the computer answered through the comm system.
At this, Megan relaxed slightly, although she was still a bit on edge. “Oh…well alright, but I would prefer to continue running my scans without interruption.” Megan replied, feeling a little silly talking to a computer who had initiated contact.
She had hoped that would be the end of it, but the computer continued, “Why would you prefer to resort to such primitive scans when I can answer your every question. If you would like, you may come and sit in my pilot’s chair, and I will show you the answers to all of your questions.”
Now that offer certainly classified as weird in Megan’s book, a ship that was trying to seduce her into its seat. “Uh….thanks, but no thanks.” She began before realizing she was talking to a piece of technology and adding, more professionally. “I’m not authorized to do so,” hoping that would silence the ship.
“No one need know.” the ship replied. “Just try it. It will be well worth it.” The voice that had started out crisp and professional was becoming more life-like.
Now Megan was getting a little freaked out. She felt like she had in school when a group of other children would surround her trying to get her to play some ridiculous game when all she wanted to do was study and work on her homework.
“I said, no thank you.” she repeated slightly nervous.
“Come on...” the ship continued. “You know you want to. It’ll be fun. I promise you a good time.” the voice was growing increasingly more realistic and persistent with every word.
Megan on the other hand was getting a tad bit frightened. She had to remind herself that she was the human being, and this was just a piece of technology. Her fingers flew over the console as she accessed a few more shuttle systems.
“Sorry, but I’m not looking for a good time.” she responded as she powered down the shuttle’s comm system and waited. Silence greeted her, and she released the breath she’d been holding.
“That was freaky…” she muttered to herself as she continued her detailed scans of the ship. The readings from the basic aspects of the fighter were normal, with maybe a few modifications and additions; however, the readings from the unique system in the cockpit, which she was assuming was the interface, were very odd.
She initiated a more thorough scan before thinking of J’Varr, who should hopefully be done in sickbay by now. She was a qualified engineer, but it never hurt to have another pair of eyes and a different perspective.
Besides, although she felt a bit silly, she would feel better if someone else were here to make sure she wasn’t going crazy and imagining this ship trying to communicate with her if it did indeed try again.
So tapping her commbadge, she said, “Garrett to T’Ress. Could you come down to shuttle bay 3? I would like your assistance with something. I’m in the type 11 shuttle craft. Just tell the guards that you were requested to help with repairs.”
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jul 12, 2007 9:22:39 GMT
Zhukarak was going through his mind about what had just played out on the shuttle bay deck. Of course it wasn't the first time that the civilian doctor had annoyed him. To this day Zhuk was still wondering if having a civilian on board was such a good idea.
Zhuk's firelizard, Theel'zhiin, appeared from 'between' when suddenly the red alert was sounded. Zhukarak wanted to jump up and head for the bridge immediately, but the doctor's hands were forceful enough to keep him in place. "Sir, I must insist that these evaluations come first."
Theel'zhiin quickly disappeared as he had come and Zhuk was left to ponder if he wanted to tackle this doctor to the ground or not. Hitting his com badge instead, he asked for a situation report.
=/\= It's Sharp, sir. He went to warp speed with his experimental fighter. We have his last heading. =/\=
"Pursue at best you can and keep me posted."
Doctor van Breughel stepped forward with his diagnostics PADD when Zhuk was finished communicating with the bridge. "Sir I must apologize for being abrupt but these trials..." he trailed off, indicating the readings he'd taken during the Andorian's test flight. "I will need more data, but so far I don't like what I'm seeing. I don't want to take your fun away, the readings show you're an excellent pilot, but it's the emotional state I'm worried about. What prevents you from accidentally seeing the Jefferson as a target during your...play?"
He didn't wait for a response as he gave Zhuk the PADD with the information on it after which he then indicated to the counselor that he was done with him. Zhukarak briefly looked over the readings. Many of them seemed quite elevated, especially certain synaptic readings of his cerebral cortex. He quickly dismissed the readings as he felt just fine.
Counselor De Silva had finished a task or two when she finally came over to Zhuk's biobed. For the first time, Zhuk saw her in a different light. He wasn't sure why, or what, other than the fact that he found this human/betazoid...striking to look at. "Captain," she asked silently, "may I see you in my office before the next trials? I should like to have a personal session with you." Zhukarak did all he could to contain the fact that he would leap from the biobed to do her bidding. Instead, he simply rose as he followed her to the office, watching her from behind with new interests.
They had reached the office where Raleva proceeded to give her evaluations and thoughts of their current state. Zhukarak was only halfway listening as he was imagining her in various states of dress, or undress. At one point he had marveled on how she would look if she were blue in color. She continued speaking as Zhuk slowly took small steps towards her. At first Raleva was able to turn away slightly while stepping aside, as she was recounting some of the flying events of his and Cyle's. Soon, however, Zhuk had crept closer and closer as she was now pinned against a wall, no more able to step back any further.
He sensed her fear of uncertainty as he looked directly into her eyes. "Counselor, have you ever considered..."
=/\= Bridge to Colonel Hrisvalar! =/\=
"Aargh...what is it?" Zhuk nearly screamed the request as he spun away from Raleva in frustration.
=/\= Sir, Major Johnson has taken his fighter out. He's not responding, my guess is he's trying to go after Commander Sharp." =/\=
"On my way!" Without another word, or even looking at the counselor, Zhukarak took his exit and headed for the bridge.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2007 10:08:29 GMT
OOC continuation
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Cyle sat in the fighter, pushing the throttle as fast as it would go. With the interface off, Cyle knew he would be able to concentrate more on what he was doing, chasing Sharp. "why can you go any faster!!" he yelled at the fighter, which to his surprise answered him. " I can you idiot! use the interface" Cyle looked around the cockpit for a moment, trying to figure out what had spoken to him, looking down at the throttle between his legs, he saw a little screen with a line in the middle, it moved with a pulse, almost as if the ship were breathing. "hello!!, use the interface" the ship yelled at Cyle.
Cyle took a deep breath, before initiating the AI interface. " how can you talk?" he asked aloud, before reading a few scans the fighter had brought up. "i have your personality, or a piece of it anyway" Cyle shook his head in disbelief as the fighter took control and sped faster away from the ship. Suddenly Cyle felt his body being shoved back into his seat, "warp? you can go warp?" Cyle said, to which the ship let out an audible sound that sounded like "duh"
"scanning for traces of tachyon emission, warp trail and warp signature" The ship told his passenger, since Cyle was thinking of a way to find the missing Sharp. "we have a trail, shall i follow. and yes we are faster, because he is cloaked" Cyle's eye blinked a few dozens times before the ship followed the trail it had found.
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Post by robertsharp on Jul 12, 2007 12:41:18 GMT
With the fighter going to warp without even thinking of going to warp or using the controls and worse of all communications lost with the Jefferson. Sharp tries to take the ship out of warp but nothing happens. "computer take us out of warp"." Negative cannot go out of warp". "Computer why not"? Computer replies "we haven't reached our destination". Sharp is thinking there must be a traitor on board the Jefferson but who could it be that will have to wait until I get back to the Jefferson if I ever get back.
Then all of of sudden the fighter comes out of warp and drops the cloaking device. ATholian war ship is sitting there waiting for the fighter. Then the war bird locks a tractor beam onto the ship. Sharp is shocked but not surprised the tholians are involved. Sharp saying to himself when I get back to the Jefferson I'm gonna find that traitor but his thoughts are interrupted when Sharp is beamed on board the tholian war ship.
ooc i changed from romulans to tholians on the request of the col.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2007 19:26:47 GMT
"Doctor, I know one thing. Too much stress...too serious of an attitude...these things can give you a coronary even in this century! Joke around with me. Be cynical and condescending. Laugh a bit - I don't see any pointed earrrrs on you!"
Glaring down at the giant cat, Nathan continued his medical exam. "I'd like to see you try to keep your wit about you in this mess," he snapped back. Yet the cat had a point; he would need to rest soon. He had been on his feet for nearly 24 hours non-stop now, with only one brief break for coffee and food. The thought of food made him quite aware of the fact that he was indeed very hungry. He felt his stomach churn and he sighed deeply in annoyance.
"Of course I have no pointed ears," he sighed as he snapped his tricorder shut and put it aside, "I am human after all. Though I did grow up with a Vulcan..." He trailed off, wondering why he was telling this Caitain that. It was private information. Yet it seemed said Caitain had heard his stomach rumble and noted his tired appearance.
His eyes again grew quite wide, "Doctor! It is quite obvious your overworking yourself. Now it may not seem that I care, but I do....and to be honest that comment about not being able to fix things down in sickbay was a bit below the fur but...maybe you should rest. Or maybe I should get that degree in medicine - I could force you to be relieved of duty then so that you could rest a bit! I know you'd never want a commanding officer to be this way, so why yourself? Don't put yourself through it, it's not worth it."
"Of course I should rest," Nathan acknowledged irritably, "but I haven't the time. We're a doctor short, our nursing staff is not up to par, save for a few adequate and well-trained nurses, and I have a son to raise too. Oh, and let's not forget keeping an eye out for the safety of the senior staff in this new project. I don't have the time to rest ensign, I just don't." He threw his hands up in despair after tossing his scanner aside into a tray on a nearby trolley. He winced as his wrist protested against the movement, thus reminding him to be more careful.
"I believe I hear Lieutenant Garrett hailing you ensing, why don't you go see what she wants. I have data to update. When you see Lieutenant De Silva, send her my way please? I need to have a word with her. Tell her she can find me right here."
He watched the Caitian go, then sat down on the bed the young cat had just vacated. "Perhaps just a moment," he murmured as he lay down. Before he knew it, he had drifted off into a deep sleep, never hearing the red alert claxons.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 4:32:31 GMT
Megan on the other hand was getting a tad bit frightened. She had to remind herself that she was the human being, and this was just a piece of technology. Her fingers flew over the console as she accessed a few more shuttle systems.
“Sorry, but I’m not looking for a good time.” she responded as she powered down the shuttle’s comm system and waited. Silence greeted her, and she released the breath she’d been holding.
“That was freaky…” she muttered to herself as she continued her detailed scans of the ship. The readings from the basic aspects of the fighter were normal, with maybe a few modifications and additions; however, the readings from the unique system in the cockpit, which she was assuming was the interface, were very odd.
She initiated a more thorough scan before thinking of J’Varr, who should hopefully be done in sickbay by now. She was a qualified engineer, but it never hurt to have another pair of eyes and a different perspective.
Besides, although she felt a bit silly, she would feel better if someone else were here to make sure she wasn’t going crazy and imagining this ship trying to communicate with her if it did indeed try again.
So tapping her commbadge, she said, “Garrett to T’Ress. Could you come down to shuttle bay 3? I would like your assistance with something. I’m in the type 11 shuttle craft. Just tell the guards that you were requested to help with repairs.”
"Yes doctor, before I go, one more thing - due to hunting incidents on my native Tau Ceti III, I have a regrown left patella. Apparently, Starfleet has never considered it to be a signifigcant concern and therefore has not recorded it on my medical records. However I believe that it is a necessary inquiry, do you not Doctor? And I do hope I am not leaving this sickbay as...an esteemed colleague of your's." Though all of this would of course fall on dead ears due to the sleepiness of the doctor.
J'Varr T'Ress was finishing up in the sickbay before he, fortunately heard the communicator announcement as well as his notification by the physician. He had grinned in a particularly feline manner before leaving the sickbay to add a bit of a punch to his joke, and took himself to the turbolift before again tapping his communicator.
"T'Ress here. I trust that this is no way a clandestine operation then, Merrrrow!"
Switching off the communicator, he engaged the lift.
"Shuttle Bay!"
=TWEEDELBEEP=
Whisked through the internal corridors that made up the Federation constructed vessel was the cat. He would have been tossed about as a cork at sea had it not been for the invention of internal dampers.
An invention I do not take for granted... he mused with that thought.
Finally arriving, the doors opened with the oh-so-customary whoosh sound that Starfleet personnel had come to expect over the last 150 Earth years, and he stepped out, walking over to an enlisted security officer that stood before the third bay area.
"Ensign J'Varr T'Ress, reporting for engineering duties in the shuttlebay."
"To what are the consist of these duties?"
"Repair and routine maintenance. I trust that you do not consider the Chief Engineer to be a security risk to your operations, merrrow!"
The security officer smiled a bit, "Well, if you put it that way...but I've heard of your. Your the tinkerer type..."
"I promise not to put the deck plates on the rack...for too long anyways," and with that he passed in, rushing over to Megan.
He raised his eyebrows, and a tricorder, tracing a few power readings on the shuttle, and once more the AI spoke.
"Why do you scan what you could question?"
In a rather Vulcan measure, the feline raised his eyebrow once more, "You seem to be a creation of Doctor Soong..."
"You are incorrect."
"The Binars then?"
"Negative."
"Well your not the most positive thing, and you weren't created by...ahem...the words I would use to describe Soong are a bit too complimentary to be processed by a machine. No offense."
"Offense isn't a logical component of my programming."
"In that case, I see you aren't an EMH either, mrrrrrrrr."
He returned to his tricorder, moving his paws against it gently as he continued to scan the machine's energy fluxes, despite the protests that it had offered him previously. He continued to move slowly before taking a few measures of the small engine core.
"What exactly did I need to repair, merrow?"
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Post by davidramsey on Jul 13, 2007 4:59:57 GMT
(OOC: Apparently, I couldn't be bothered to change accounts. I apologize. ) RalevaAs they made their way back to her office, Raleva couldn't help but feel a change in the Colonel who followed in her wake. It was as though a button in his head had been pushed or a lever had been pulled. It startled her to realize it as she glimpsed back and noticed his eyes fixed to her ... body. She tried to ignore it, but of course, such a stare is difficult to ignore. Perhaps this is where professionalism should come into play. Of course, that route was rather difficult to take as his eyes raked her physical self and strange emotions radiated from him with such fluency it was almost a language. And such a language tends to be profane at best and pornographic at best. She decided to try and ignore it's strange dialect, however, the Colonel was making it quite difficult. "Your aggression levels seem to be constantly in flux which is very alarming, especially for someone with as much responsibility ..." "Uh, huh," the Colonel responded vaguely as he moved closer and closer to her. Before long, he had her backed into a corner, it was most infuriating. Luckily for her, the ship had not stopped functioning. As she peered up into his eyes, he smiled a rather wicked smile. "Counselor, have you ever considered..."
=/\= Bridge to Colonel Hrisvalar! =/\=
"Aargh...what is it?" Zhuk nearly screamed the request as he spun away from Raleva in frustration.
=/\= Sir, Major Johnson has taken his fighter out. He's not responding, my guess is he's trying to go after Commander Sharp." =/\=
"On my way!" Without another word, or even looking at the counselor, Zhukarak took his exit and headed for the bridge.Raleva remained stock still in her corner. Something had just changed in the air and she could not seem to muddle her way through to what it was. She stayed there, closed her eyes and inclined her head. There was a presence there that was not Zhukarak or herself, it was meandering about her office for no particular reason. It was almost as though it was curious. Raleva focused all her energy on the presence, at first she found it difficult to wedge her way into whatever it was, but once she was in things came to her in a flash. It was a simple thing, like a child in a new playroom with all kinds of new toys. She pressed it for more, but it seemed to have had enough of her intrusions. It rounded on her and seemed to charge her, it hit her almost like a physical blow to the chest. She stumbled back as the images that flooded into her head seemed to overwhelm her. Unable to stand, she crawled across her office on hands and knees toward the door as the presence attacked and attacked. She barely made it through the door when she hit her combadge. =^= NATHAN!=^= It was all she could say before she was overwhelmed by the mental monster's temper tantrum. She collapsed against the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 5:29:56 GMT
"T'Ress here. I trust that this is no way a clandestine operation then, Merrrrow!" J’Varr replied over the commbadge.
Megan smiled slightly at that, starting to feel a bit better. “Of course not. I have no idea why there are so many guards around the shuttle bay; I just know how to get past them.” she said before tapping her commbadge and closing the line.
She knew next she should probably work on analyzing the scans and readings she was getting from the fighter, but instead she found herself rechecking that the fighter couldn’t tap into the shuttle’s comm system again.
It took her several minutes to feel completely sure that the fighter wouldn’t be bothering her again. She was beginning to wonder where J’Varr was, so she opened the shuttle door and peaked outside to find him scanning the fighter from between it and the shuttle.
“Ensign!” she called out quietly, drawing his attention. He turned around and saw her, and she signaled for him to join her inside the shuttle, which he did.
Once the door was closed, he looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry for calling you down here.” she began apologetically, “But I need your help.”
“You see, I was running scans using the shuttles sensors, and I picked up these unusual readings coming from the cockpit.” she began as she brought up the scans on the screen.
As J’Varr leaned in to observe the readings, Megan took a deep breath and decided to continue. “I believe it might be the artificial intelligence because….well…” she hesitated then, not sure how she was going to explain.
However, he gave her look that told her to go on and with a reluctant sigh, she did. “You see, I’m not sure exactly how to put this, but the fighter represented in these scans, well, tried to entice me into the cockpit in a….well a rather creepy way. It made me extremely uncomfortable. I hope you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Of course he doesn’t my dear, although entice and creepy are rather harsh words, wouldn’t you agree?” the AI’s voice spoke from J’Varr’s commbadge.
Apparently, the computer had found a way to tap into the ship’s comm system.
Megan fought the rising panic that computer voice seemed to cause and glanced at J’Varr, as if to say ‘I told you so,’ and without words request his assistance.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 6:02:31 GMT
However, he gave her look that told her to go on and with a reluctant sigh, she did. “You see, I’m not sure exactly how to put this, but the fighter represented in these scans, well, tried to entice me into the cockpit in a….well a rather creepy way. It made me extremely uncomfortable. I hope you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Of course he doesn’t my dear, although entice and creepy are rather harsh words, wouldn’t you agree?” the AI’s voice spoke from J’Varr’s commbadge.
Apparently, the computer had found a way to tap into the ship’s comm system.
Megan fought the rising panic that computer voice seemed to cause and glanced at J’Varr, as if to say ‘I told you so,’ and without words request his assistance.
The Caitian was shocked to say the absolute least.
"A moment ago, you saw me conversing with the artificial intelligence unit and it seemed to be quite mundane...much like the standard computer core aboard full sized starships..only scaled down to fight the rather cramped quarters involved in the construction of these systems. You know that..you probably are not interesssted in random engineering facts, merrrow...excuse that portion of my personality that is always trying to rear it's ugly head - the security guard pointed out what a tinkerer that I am. Never mind that...anyways, as much as he denies it, it would seem to be that at least some bit of...more creative programming I shall say than would be usually considered Starfleet norm.."
He trailed off in his speech and thought, "Purrhaps I should examine it for some sort of computer infection or something of those grounds? I trust you.."
Again, before he could finish, he tapped a few things back into his tricorder. Nothing would show up as the AI once more began to speak to him.
"Why do you proceed with that? Your not going to get anywhere. Would you not like a demonstration? I know that no engineer, especially not a technologist of your ability, can refuse a...test drive.."
The Caitian, while at first thinking of taking up the offer (it is true tha no engineer can refuse that and felines love things that shine) he eventually scowled, having thought the case through.
"I know compliments from a computer are seldom genuine."
"Now now Ensign," spoke the AI, "you know better than that. You love to ion surf, don't you?"
"Merrrrow! How did you know that?" He again attempted to disable the vocabulator. "Damned thing must be dipping into the personnel record files. I wonder if it's somehow created a bit of a....rather an energy flux similar to how ants slowly dig tunnels or plants take root...no, that can't be right. It would have shown up on my tricorder scans."
The feline continued with his doubts, and his scans, examining over the machine, "I have one other idea..."
He moved in, tapping a plate that slid back to reveal a flashing row of lights that rested upon isolinear chips. He remove a few of these, examining them for any cross connections whilst calling up schematics for the computer design on his tricorder.
He quickly found he lacked the security clearance for that sort of information.
"I have a new option. Random wiring."
He slid the chips back into place, looking up. "At least they appeared to be wired correctly, though I cannot tell without the schematics, merrow..."
He shook his head, looking back up after placing the plate back into place. "Such intellect is not an indication of proper condition, of course, though...either something is being developed that I do not have all of the permissions to see or...you have just stumbled upon an incredible scientific discovery that's...well, do you know the stories of the Kzinti, mrrr? The Federation and the Kzinti used to fight over Statsis Boxes considering the important of each discovery. They are archaeological finds that consisted of a box that contained a time field so as to hold devices from this Galaxy millions of years ago. Each brought technology forward in some way by allowing us to look at things in a different light, merrow...this seems to be the modern equivalent of a Statis Box."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 19:32:41 GMT
In sickbay, Tibbe extended her claws as the shriek echoed from the combadge on Nathan's chest and hissed, digging her claws into Nathan's tunic and skin. The grey cat had fallen asleep on her master's chest, after escaping from the pen once more. She was clever at doing that, much to the doctor's utter annoyance.
Nathan yelped, bolting upright as he felt the claws and heard the shriek over his combadge. He tapped it in return as he tried to shove Tibbe from his lap. "Raleva?" he answered, somewhat groggily. When there wasn't an answer, he jumped off the bed, nearly colliding with the bed next to it.
"Tibbe get off," he snapped, grabbing the cat by the scruff of her neck and pulled her from his tunic, setting her on the floor. "Computer, where is Lieutenant De Silva?" He listened as the computer gave him directions, upon which he raced from sickbay grabbing his medkit on the way out.
He nearly slipped a few times as he raced through the corridors, narrowly avoiding collisions with fellow crewmembers. He got a few obcenities hurled after him as he elbowed crew aside to get through, but he managed to ignore them.
"Raleva?" he called as he reached the corridor which held her office. The only thing he heard was someone gasping for breath, and when he approached he found Raleva slumped against the outside wall of her office. He knelt beside her, helping her ease down to the floor. Her face was drained of all colour, her eyes wide with fear. "Are you all right?" he queried, as he took out his tricorder to take a quick scan. Adenalin levels were off the scale, she was definately in shock. "This will make you feel better," he promised, pressing a hypospray against her throat.
Then he sat down beside her and took her in his arms, rocking her gently. "What happened? Can you tell me what happened? What scared you so?"
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Post by raleva on Jul 13, 2007 20:03:58 GMT
Raleva's eyes were open, but all she saw was white. It was like all the contrast of the world had been wiped away. She felt something touch her throat and she jerked away and glared vaguely at where it had come from. It was almost like color returned to the world as Raleva's vision seemed to now encompass a very upset Nathan. She blinked and stared at him.
"We can't let them back in those fighters, Nathan," she said very quietly, almost in a whisper, "If we do, we will lose them forever."
The doctor looked down at her curiously and then helped her to her feet. Shaking like a leaf, she was led to sickbay on the arm of the doctor. He inquired for more information about her proclaimation, but she remained silent until they reached the sickbay. Without provocation, Raleva moved quickly into the CMO's office. She closed the door behind a very puzzled Nathan and she took a seat.
"Okay, tell me what the hell is going on, Raleva?"
She peered over at Nathan and sighed.
"These fighters, while the pilots have been learning to work them, they have been learning to work the pilots," she said tenatively, "They have access to the inner most workings of the pilots' brains and they have been pushing random buttons trying to figure out how to make the pilots do whatever they wish. The presence that I came in contact with has been affecting me since the fighters were brought onboard. They view me as a threat and have been trying to confuse me since the begining. The longer they remain onboard the more people they will affect. They've been working me, you, everyone that has come in contact with them ... "
He glared at her vaguely ... she awaited his reponse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 20:18:18 GMT
Cyle leaned his head back in the cockpit as his fighter sped off, following the trail of Lt, Sharps fighter. "Lt. Sharps fighter has been located, however a romulan warbird is in the area and have a tracker beam locked on" Cyle thought for a moment, a little worried about what this AI was doing with him. "you have no reason to worry Cyle." the fighter said, as Cyle looked around outside the cockpit, 'the hell i dont' cyle replied i his head. "another fighter is approaching, engaging" Cyle's eye shot open, "what? dont engage, what are you doing?!" he yelled at the fighter as it turned around, dropped out of warp and charged its weapons. "you wanted to do this by yourself didnt you, thats why you left the other behind" the fighter said, trying to get Cyle to understand.
"disengage, right now. and move closer to the warbird" Cyle said with authority in his voice. The fighter slowly turned itself back around, and floating closer to the warbird. Resting under the left wing(or that general area) the fighter sat "breathing" to Cyle as he watched, and waited. 'what are they doing here anywhere?' he thought to himself, forgetting for a moment the fighter was able to hear his thoughts. "they are studying Lt. Sharps fighter."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 20:25:41 GMT
Wearily and irritated from exhaustion and lack of sleep, Nathan slumped into a seat opposite of the counselor. "I think you're imagining things Raleva," he responded irritably, "the fighters are intelligent, but they are not sentient. They can't possess the fighters, as they would not know how. They just respond to the pilot's thoughts as they are interfaced as direct link to a mind will work faster than waiting for a limb to receive the command from a brain to move the vessel."
At his feet, Sox mewed for attention but the doctor ignored him, fixing his gaze on the counselor. "You were in a state when I found you, and the shriek that woke me sounded terrified. Was there anyone with you in the room, prior to your fear attack?"
His expression changed from angry to supportive as he leaned forward and took her hands into his. "When was the last time you had any sleep Raleva. If it is longer than 24 hours ago, I am going to relieve you of duty."
"Then you'll have to relieve yourself too," she responded, equally irritable.
"Oh I know." Nathan gave her a tired smile, then stiffled a yawn. "I was asleep when you paged me." He pointed at eight tiny bloodied spots on his uniform. "And you scared my cat too, look." He stiffled another yawn. "How about we stay together and try to catch some sleep? We won't do the pilots any good if we're reeling on our feet from fatigue. That makes us error prone." He got up and then sat down on the armrest of her seat, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. "You'll be safe, I promise," he told her, as he felt her stiffen under his light touch.
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