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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 13:28:56 GMT
While Megan had continued talking with a now positively cheery Freddy, Nathan and Marshall had started to talk about something else, although Megan couldn’t hear what they were saying. Moving towards them, Nathan had raised his voice so she could hear. The mere mention of her actually having dinner with Stone by herself nearly sent her into a panic, but the doctor seemed completely confidant. As the Colonel had eagerly accepted the challenge and the two men had moved towards the diving platforms, it became clear she had no choice.
After the first two dives, Megan had begun to relax slightly. It was very clear that Nathan knew exactly what he was doing, and that Marshall was only doing the best anyone could without any experience. Maybe this would turn out for the best. Unfortunately, when Nathan’s back had hit the water with a resounding slap, all bets were off. The Colonel and Lieutenant exchanged a glance, but when Nathan didn’t surface immediately, Megan had reacted first and dove straight down to the bottom of the pool to pull a completely stunned doctor to the surface.
Already having pulled off her swim cap, the steep dive had pulled the pins from her long hair and sent it cascading around her shoulders as she swam to the edge of the pool pulling Nathan behind her. Marshall pulled Nathan out of the water even as Megan smoothly pulled herself out and moved to help the doctor, who was now coughing thanks to a resounding slap on the back from Stone. Freddy was crying and moved to wrap his arms around his father.
Trying to ignore the Colonel, who was sending her a pointed look that clearly said he thought he’d won, Megan moved to kneel beside Nathan, who was trying to catch his breath and comfort his son. “Are you alright, Doctor?”
Nathan nodded in response, glancing at Stone before turning his attention back to her. It was clear both men were waiting for her to say who had won. Nervously pushing her hair back from her face, Megan weighed her options. On one hand, Nathan had clearly completed a perfect first dive, but on the other, he hadn’t technically completed the second at all. Stone had completed two dives, even if they weren’t anywhere near perfect. It was a tough call, even without dinner alone with the Colonel looming threateningly on the outcome.
Finally, not knowing what else to say, Megan stated, “I don’t think anyone actually won…” Both men glared at her, clearly not happy with the idea of a tie, but Megan had merely shrugged. “Sorry. Too close to call.” she added, nervously playing with her hair and wishing she could just disappear.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 18:13:16 GMT
After that the ship rocked under both men in the way It had earlier.
The Caitian got up out of his seat with eyes that indicated great shock, "Murr, there should only be one Bird of Prey...not two." As he returned back to the bridge, the vessel shook again as the blasts of phasers erupted around the outside of the USS Fading Sun.
Walking about the front of the bridge, he looked to the ceiling of the compartment.
Zhukarak watched the view screen as an old Klingon Bird of Prey was firing a volley from its phaser banks directly into their direction. He braced himself as the holodeck ship he found himself on rocked violently. Theel’zhiin raised his wings to keep his own balance. The ready room doors opened as ‘Captain’ J’Varr T’Ress took over command again.
Staring at the ceiling the feline ordered, "Computer, freeze program!" As nothing occurred the engineer's tail snuck between his legs, "Computer, end program!" With yet another lack of activity, he shuddered, "Computer, arch!"
With the request for the arch, another blast shook the strains of a vessel. T'Ress stared in horror as beams from above them shattered and came smashing down whilst consoles exploded around them. He ran to the back of the bridge to help up his injured crewmen and began to treat their wounds by tearing off bits of his uniform to form bandages - he knew communications would not operate.
As he did this, he ignored TJ and Zhuk, shaking his head, "Utilize the nebula as a weapon, murr...."
"Torpedo tubes are fused shut, sir."
"Lock all phasers, taking power from lighting and the auxiliary computer systems if need be...merrr...focus them on the sub-shield gases swirling around the head of that vessel."
He looked up, seeing once more a firey blast lick at the skin of the interstellar predator and devour it's hull as deck plates exploded off and collapsed under the immense pressure. Soon, nothing remained of the proud Klingon ship.
The Vulcan looked up, "The Klingons, to the last, refused to answer hails...there was nothing you could do, sir."
The feline then continued to tend to the wounds of his bridge crew until a medical team arrived in the turbolift. Again, T'Ress demanded that the Computer grant him an arch. Again, nothing occurred.
He looked to Zhuk with a gulp, "Sirr?" He noted again that not even a command for an exit would answer.
There was a raised eyebrow as the Computer finally did answer this command: Please restate command.
"Merr, it seems that the Fading Sun's computer is responding..not the true Jefferson's. This..." He frowned, shaking his head finally as he stared down.
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Post by tagert on Sept 27, 2007 23:39:17 GMT
Tom jumped to the front of the bridge taking the place of the helmsmen. Tom tried to scan the area that he could see on the view screen, as a green bird with red eyes came around again.
The science office said, "It the Mutara Nebula sir, standard ship defenses such as shields and phaser tracking systems will be inoperable in the nebula’s magnetic field." I wouldn't recommend going in there."
The engineer said "Sir the warp field is....." the ship lurched from another volley, as he finished "The warp field is unstable, all we have is impulse and thrusters."
Tagert moved the ship to port using the aft shields to block the Klingon disrupter's, they were the strongest at 80% the forward shields were taking a beating, 12% was leaving a lot of gaps. The hull was being scorched up, luckily the ship just holographic, but if there was some type of failure of the safety protocols, this could all be really close to real.
Tom scanners wouldn't give him any data, he thought if he couldn't see then they couldn't see... hopefully, that or the sensors weren't working. "I'm moving for the nebula Sir. if thats ok?" he said as he made the correction to there current course.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 28, 2007 4:40:32 GMT
With no mood to speak to anyone Matt tried to ignore the chime at his door. He knew it wasn't Caleb who the door automatically allowed in. With the intention of sending whoever it was away, Matt approached the door, but was completely surprised when he saw Cyle Johnson at his door stop.
"Wha can I do for you Major?" Matt asked allowing for the marine to enter his quarters. As far as he knew none of the senior staff had ever entered his quarters.
"I saw how you were effected by Bridgetons questions, and I figured i would contradict his words with my own. Your an excellent officer, and i dont think any one could have done a better job, other than me of course"
"Really, I could think of quite a few people," Matt said as he returned the smirk at the marine. He had always known that marines thought much about themselves, but this one took it to another level. "You know Johnson, you're a real jerk. As for your testimony, I would ask that you just tell the truth about what happened and not focus on me or anyone else. You have your career to think about."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 28, 2007 6:16:39 GMT
"Merr, it seems that the Fading Sun's computer is responding..not the true Jefferson's. This..." He frowned, shaking his head finally as he stared down.
Zhukarak desperately looked at his engineering chief wondering what was going on. “Computer, ARCH!”
}Please restate command.{
Zhuk’s stalks twitched in irritation as he too was unsuccessful in exiting the holoprogram.
“T’Ress, any ideas on what is going on here?” T’Ress looked up at him anxiously, noting that Zhuk was not blaming him for this mishap.
“You did send me a message on your supposed entity, could it be doing this?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2007 6:24:17 GMT
"Really, I could think of quite a few people," Matt said as he returned the smirk at the marine. He had always known that marines thought much about themselves, but this one took it to another level. "You know Johnson, you're a real jerk. As for your testimony, I would ask that you just tell the truth about what happened and not focus on me or anyone else. You have your career to think about."
"i had no intention of telling lies while i was on the stand. Only two of us really know what happened at the end there. And im not so easy to get rid off" Cyle looked at Matt for a moment, before turning back and leaving his quarters and heading back towards his own to fall alseep.
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Post by stone on Sept 28, 2007 7:31:45 GMT
It had indeed been a bad fall for the doctor as he was now recovering by the side of the pool with Garrett and Marshall looking on, wondering who had won this little competition.
Finally Megan stated, “I don’t think anyone actually won…” Both men glared at her, clearly not happy with the idea of a tie, but Megan had merely shrugged. “Sorry. Too close to call.” she added, nervously playing with her hair.
“Well good then.” Marshall proclaimed as the other two looked at him wondering what he meant by that. “I guess we’re all still on for dinner then.”
Now the other two looked at each other in amazement.
“I do recall the terms, dear doctor. You had said, and I quote ‘If I win, you will have breakfast with me tomorrow morning and Megan can leave your dinner party at any moment she pleases. If you win, you will have a solitary dinner engagement but we shall still have breakfast together.’ You see…your basic terms were a solitary engagement with either of you depending on who had won, but there was no further stipulation on us still having a mutual dinner engagement.”
Marshall started walking to the men’s dressing area, with a huge smile on his face. Before disappearing completely, he turned for a final comment. “Oh, I almost forgot…shall we say 1900 hours then in Ten Forward? And Doc, you might want to have that looked at, but if you can’t make it…we’d understand.” With a wink of his eye he quickly disappeared.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2007 8:16:28 GMT
Nathan felt himself being pulled out of the water and the shock from the resounding slap between his shoulder blades, amazingly enough shocked enough to restart his breathing. Coughing violently, he doubled over in an attempt to clear any water from his airways. He reached automatically when his frightened son hugged him tightly.
Muttering a soft thanks to the marine, Nathan struggled to sit up and glanced expectantly at Megan, just as Stone was also staring at her. The doctor was still supported by the marine, though Nathan freed himself from the support. Freddy still clung to him in terror, pleading with his father to 'just be all right okay'? He felt somewhat disappointed at Megan's verdict, but he did feel it was justified. While Stone's jumps had been a disaster, he never completed his second jump.
He glanced after Stone as the marine got up and walked towards the male dressing rooms, chuckling to himself. With Megan, he watched the marine disappear, but turn back giving a final comment on the issue. “Oh, I almost forgot…shall we say 1900 hours then in Ten Forward? And Doc, you might want to have that looked at, but if you can’t make it…we’d understand.”
Nathan sighed as Stone disappeared. "I'm sorry," he muttered at the science officer, "I had thought to get you out of that one..." He faltered as he suffered another coughing fit, then winced as he rose to his feet, supported by Megan and his son. "I suppose I should have Hannah have a look," he murmured to himself. He wasn't going to let Megan dine alone with the marine, especially not a cute one as him.
With mixed feelings, Nathan slowly made his way to the dressing room, then found his way back to sickbay after getting dressed. Hannah burst out in laughter after Nathan told her what had happened. "That's plain silly, fighting over the same man," she laughed as she helped him pull off his shirt.
"She isn't fighting for him," Nathan argued, "it's more me vying for his attention." Hannah was basically the only person he felt comfortable discussing his choice of partners with, as Hannah was the only one, besides his siblings, who didn't judge him on it after discovering it. "So, what is the verdict?"
Hannah ran the tricorder over his back. "Bit bruised," she told him, "you'll be sore for a while. How's your wrist?" Before his swim, Nathan had insisted she remove the cast, though she had argued it was too early.
Tentatively, Nathan moved the limb on her request. "Feels fine," he answered, "a tad sore from the strain of swimming."
Immediately, Hannah grabbed his hand and started rewrapping a bandage around it. "Doctors," she sighed as she rolled her eyes at him. Then she looked down at Freddy. "Your dad will be fine," she promised, then looked up at Nathan again. "For your son's sake, I hope you'll think twice about doing something this stupid. How long has it been since you had any diving practice?" His silence was answer enough for her and she sighed again. "Off you go...enjoy that dinner. And make sure you play the perfect gentleman and pick that poor woman up from her quarters eh!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2007 10:49:24 GMT
Megan couldn’t exactly argue, since Marshall was clearly right. She had agreed to have dinner with the three of them after all, before the whole diving fiasco. As the Colonel stood to take his seemingly triumphant walk back to the dressing rooms, she’d caught a glimpse of the scars on his back and frozen. The Lieutenant knew all too well how he’d gotten those scars, and for a brief moment, realized a part of her understood him. She’d lived that life, albeit briefly.
When he had added a time and place, Megan had visibly relaxed. Although the science officer hated ten forward and avoided it at all costs, in this type of situation it was practically a lifesaver. After making sure Nathan was ok and reassuring him that it was alright that he hadn’t managed to get her out of dinner with Stone, Megan had helped the doctor as far as the door to the men’s dressing room before quietly gathering her things and moving towards the thankfully quiet and empty women’s changing rooms.
What she really wanted to do was some more swimming, but her shoulders were way too sore to even attempt it. She considered going running, but since part of her evening would be taken up with dinner, decided instead to just try and get some work done. After showering and changing back into a clean uniform, Megan had dropped off her bag at her quarters before heading to the lab. She hadn’t had much time to spend on work and needed to try and get caught up.
A few hours had passed before Megan had glanced up at the clock, sighing in frustration at how fast the time was going, not to mention how quickly the set time for dinner was approaching. Usually, the Lieutenant tried to be at least 5-10 minutes early, but in this case, she would be right on time, if not late. She was determined to go straight to dinner from the lab and then straight back to the lab afterwards, giving her the viable excuse of work for leaving as soon as possible. Megan only hoped going at all wouldn’t turn out to be a huge mistake…
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2007 13:38:17 GMT
Rankin had left the court room swiftly. He had the weekend off and he intended to use it wisely. Bridgeton had finished up the prosecution’s case and he had made a good job of it. Rankin knew it would be an uphill struggle from now on, he was going to have to call crewmen to the stand who he would have preferred not too. Garret and Major Johnson were easy targets for Bridgeton and a few pointed questions would be all it would take for their testimony to compound their guilt. Then there was the caitian, his star witness – the entity that the engineer had encountered would prove the crew’s innocence. Rankin was certain of that, but he was certain Bridgeton would object to the entity being able to give evidence. The decision would be up to Judge Parker and it could swing the whole case.
Arriving back on Starbase Assailant, Rankin spent much of his day walking the promenades on the starbase. Visiting the local market shops selling rare trinkets and artefacts, Rankin enjoyed being out of the courtroom and spent his time reading a 20th century novel. It was one of his favourite books containing all twelve of Sherlock Holmes’ adventures. Rankin enjoyed reading about how Holmes solved crimes with his trusty sidekick Watson and as a child he dreamt of one day becoming a detective. However in the 24th century there is not much need for detectives so he went into the study of the law instead. After spending hours reading, Rankin decided to head back to Jefferson to speak to some of his witnesses about their testimony and to prepare themselves for an awkward cross examination from Bridgeton.
Boarding Jefferson, Rankin tapped his comm. badge; =^= Commander Fitch to Lieutenant T'ress =^=
There was no reply, Rankin repeated the comm. but there was nothing. Feeling like he was being ignored, Rankin strode down the corridor purposely ordering the computer to locate T’Ress.
“Computer, where is Lieutenant T’Ress?” Rankin barked…
“Lieutenant T’Ress is located in holodeck 2”
“Strange…” Rankin mumbled to himself as he made his way to the holodeck. Reaching the door he tried to contact J’Varr over his comm. but still he got no response. Reaching the holodeck entrance, Rankin tapped the panel to open the door but there was no response…
“What the hell is going on!” Rankin bemoaned as he kicked the door, then tried to pry it apart with his fingers – to no avail. “Computer open the doors to Holodeck 2 now!”
“Request denied!” the Computer replied.
Rankin continued to bang the door, before tapping his comm. badge. “Fitch to Engineering, I need a team up here to override holodeck 2’s door controls. I believe Lieutenant T’Ress is trapped.”
“Acknowledged, Commander. Team is on route.” Rankin leant on the wall next to the door and awaited the team to arrive.
“Lieutenant T’Ress if you can hear me, help is on the way!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2007 15:10:00 GMT
“T’Ress, any ideas on what is going on here?” T’Ress looked up at him anxiously, noting that Zhuk was not blaming him for this mishap.
“You did send me a message on your supposed entity, could it be doing this?”
T'Ress shakes his head, hoping that any further Klingon threat had been averted for the moment - the destruction of a pair of Birds of Prey was an accomplishment in it's own right. "Purr...Mr. Tagert , I far trust you more than I would trust a holographic helmsman....I realize that I have no real authority here but if you would so oblige I would appreciate if you'd take us into warp factor two...out of this nebula. Your reactions were remarkable a moment ago..merrow.."
He then gulped, loosening his turtleneck slightly, "Sir...I do not know. I rebuilt the entity's programming into a computer core I assembled into an empty torpedo casing we had on hand in storage...murr...it may have snuck itself into the main console again."
“Acknowledged, Commander. Team is on route.” Rankin leant on the wall next to the door and awaited the team to arrive.
“Lieutenant T’Ress if you can hear me, help is on the way!”
The feline's maw furrowed, not having been able to hear the call. He feared that they were trapped in the simulation, and along with Tagert, feared that they were trapped as well in a world that was very close to reality.
With that, he turned towards Zhuk, "Sir, I think it best if you assume command. You clearly have a far greater experience and career than I ever have had and therefore it's quite proper that you take the center chair from me. I did not wish to deprive you of what is rightfully your's."
He then padded off the chair, awaiting the Andorian to seize command from him as he moved over to the bridge engineering console and began to search through the records for some way to access the actual Jefferson's main computer from this fictitious one.
Having not found any, he looked back up as he walked over to science, again not being able to access the computer from his tactile display. Every command he accessed was processed as though it were through the systems of a 23rd century starship, and not a modern Soverign class one.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 5:22:17 GMT
Cyle was almost asleep when he heard his door chime ringing. with a grumble of annoyance he rolled over and went to answer the door, wearing just a pair of gym shorts. "this better be good" he said as he looked at one of his younger marine officers. 2nd Lt. Elkins was alittle out of breath as he answered, "Sir, the colonel is trapped in the holodeck" Cyle ran back to his bed and grabbed a pair of shoes, then ran with the marine to holodeck 2, where Commander Rankin was leaning against a wall, waiting on someone it appeared. The Commander walked towards Cyle in an attempt to explain, but Cyle wasn't listening. he walked right past the commander and went straight to the door. Tapping the controls he sighed in annoyance once more before grabbing a small handed to him by Elkins. Cyle pry-ed the door panel away from the wall and started to rewire a few of the wires, attempting to override the doors controls. If he had to, Cyle would grab a portable panel and reprogram what was going on in there.
"major, i really hope you know what you are doing" Cyle heard Rankin over his shoulder, with a humph Cyle continued to work on the wires until he had used all the overrides he could come up with. "Lt. go get me one of those....." he trailed off as the engineering team walked up, with a portable access panel. The engineer handed Cyle the panel as he stood with an outstretched hand. As he started to plug in some wires, he felt a familiar sensation in his hands, almost as if he was touching his fighter once again, but shaking it off he knew it wasn't possible since he had blown up the fighter himself. He began reprogramming the Caitian's program, but the only area he could change was the helm station, and even more he could only change the buttons. So with a sigh He started to rearrange the buttons the on the Helm's station, creating a message which he sent to the helmsman.
~Major Johnson, working outside the door, can you respond?~
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"Rankin, go get Garrett and get a medical team up here" Cyle said without even looking up at the defense attorney, who stood for a moment before being shooed away by Lt. Elkins. "lets go commander, ill help" with a silent thank you to the marine Cyle rubbed his neck as he waited. Looking down at his chest he finally realized he wasn't wearing his shirt, showing all the scars he had received in his youth, and while being a marine.
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Post by tagert on Sept 29, 2007 6:37:57 GMT
T.J. Set the course then announced the heading, "Course laid in captain, heading 192 mark Zero, Warp factor 2." T.J. looked at the view screen, then back at the captain and the "Captain". They were talking to each other about something, but there was a broken linkage in the ventilation system and there was cold air blowing right on the back of his neck, and he couldn't hear them. The tiny hairs stood up and he wished it was a little warmer on the bridge, err.. the holo bridge. He was surprised at the detail to the ship he was beginning to get accustom to the uniform and the console, it seemed so real he looked down at the antique console, a few of the buttons had changed but some of them were the same just moved around. He looked closer on the planetary library computer, some of the keys were used more than once then he read them in order: ..MajorJohnsonworkingoutsidethedoorcanyourespond.. Tom said "Captain." not thinking who that was. They both said, "Yes?" with out clearing up who he was addressing he reported "Sir, I think you'd better take a gander at this. I think it says 'Major Johnson, working outside the door, can you respond?' I mean it's the letters they are in order that way on the type pad, and if it dose I'm not sure how to go about doing that."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 8:52:11 GMT
Joint Post Between Cyle and Megan
Megan knew if she didn’t leave now, she’d be late, so with a sigh, she’d shut off the screen and stood to leave. Halfway to the door, her commbadge had chirped. “I’m coming…I’m coming…” she muttered to herself as she’d tapped her commbadge. “Garrett.”
“There’s been a malfunction in holodeck two. We can’t get the doors open.”
Megan didn’t recognize the voice, but whoever it was had her attention. “On my way. Have you contacted Lieutenant T’Ress? Who’s inside the holodeck?” she asked as she grabbed an engineering kit and quickly left the lab.
“That’s just it. T’Ress is inside, with Colonel Hrisvalar and the new helmsman.”
“Understood.” Megan acknowledged before closing the channel. Entered the turbolift and calling for holodeck two, a slight smirk crossed her face as she realized this most likely got her out of dinner.
“Garrett to Stone, an emergency has come up, so I won’t be able to make it. Sorry. Duty calls.” she stated calmly, closing the channel before the Marine could respond, grateful for small favors and holodeck malfunctions.
A small group was gathered outside of the holodeck when Megan got there, the door panel pulled away exposing the wires and circuitry inside. Major Johnson was furiously tapping at the control panel, looking a little frustrated.
“Major,” she began alerting him to her presence as she knelt down next to him before the open panel and placed her kit on the ground before opening it. “What happened?” Megan asked as she leaned in to see what he was doing.
Cyle looked over as he heard his name called, glad to see Megan had arrived before Cyle shot anything. "Dunno, the colonel and the Caitian are trapped in there, and I can’t get the door open." Cyle said indicating the door panel, already ripped from the wall and hanging loosely.
“Has there been any communication from anyone inside?” Megan asked, as she carefully took the control panel from the Marine and began trying to bypass the locking encryptions. The codes were nearly unrecognizable they were scrambled so badly, which was clearly at least part of the problem.
"I was able to reprogram the helm station to rearrange the buttons to write a message, but I haven’t heard anything back yet. I already tried to rewire the door itself, and then tried to reprogram the entire program the Caitian had created, another era of some sort in which he is captain. Why the colonel is in there I don’t know. There is another human present, Tagert, heard of him?"
“New helmsman.” Megan replied without thinking as she continued to battle with the door programming. “Thanks for not shooting it this time.” she added dryly as she brought up the holodeck program to see if the problem was there. It was entirely intact with the exception of the interface with the Jefferson’s computer, which was scrambled as well.
“The holodeck program itself is functioning perfectly well, but the interface between the program and the Jefferson’s main computer is scrambled, as is the door. A little too coincidental if you ask me. Fortunately the safeties are still on, for now at least.” Megan informed him, while continuing to try and untangle the scrambled codes. “Any theories as to what might have caused this?”
"Three guesses…" he said, immediately thinking about the AI he had encountered in his fighter. "Reminds me of a few not so friendly fighters."
Stunned, Megan quickly glanced back up at Cyle. “The fighters? But the AI is harmless now. He doesn’t have the ability to jump out of his own computer anymore.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that if he had somehow figured out how, they had a very big problem on their hands.
"Now? What do you mean now?" Cyle said, oblivious to the fact the entity was still "alive". "Don’t tell me one of the fighters’ AI somehow managed to escape."
Wincing slightly, Megan admitted, "Actually...I transferred him out before the explosion, but he lost his telepathic abilities, his ability to transfer his own program, and according to him, the more menacing side of his personality."
Seeing the look on Cyle’s face, Megan quickly added. “This isn’t the AI from your fighter, and we don’t even know if it’s him yet or not. What made you think of this being an AI?”
Hearing the words that Megan had saved the AI, Cyle glared at her with a "what were you thinking" look, before allowing her to continue. "Something didn’t feel right when I started to access the programming." he said more harshly then he normally spoke.
Turning back to the panel ignoring his glare and his tone, Megan retorted, “Well, as I said, we don’t know for sure yet. If it’s him, I should be hearing from him soon enough. For now, I’m trying to rewrite the programming and watching carefully to make sure the codes don’t change to try and stop me. In the meantime, try and see if we can beam them out of there. If this is just an accident, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
"Lt. Elkins, let me know how it goes in the transporter room." Cyle said as he leaned against the door for a second until Elkins had arrived in the transporter room. "Major, I can get a lock, but the transporter won’t engage." Cyle walked over to Megan's side, to give her the news. "No go with the transporter; it won’t engage."
With a sigh Megan glanced sideways at Cyle before replying, “Ok, that’s not a good sign. Still, I’m not ready to jump to any conclusions. How about you work on physically getting that door open while I work on the programming? Maybe one of us will have some luck.”
Now worried, Megan turned back to the panel once more, hoping somehow it wasn’t the AI. The last thing she needed right now was him bothering her again. She just hoped she hadn’t made a crucial mistake…
Cyle nodded his response and moved over to the door, staring at it for a moment before placing his fingertips in the crevice and pulling apart. With a few soft grunts he struggled with the door until his fingers lost their grip. "Elkins get back here, and bring an assault kit with you" he said tapping his comm badge.
Noticing the confusing looks on the faces of the others, he waited until Elkins arrived with the kit. Digging in the kit, he found two long bars with a flattened end on one side, much like a 21 century pry bar. Placing one bar in the upper middle section, Elkins placed the other in the lower middle, and together they started to pull.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 20:42:35 GMT
"You called major?" Nathan asked, rather unnecessarily as he approached the marine and the defense attorney. He had just been on his way out of sickbay after his lecture from Hannah, when the call had come in for assistance. Nodding towards Hannah to stand ready to receive injured, Nathan grabbed the nearest med-kit, pulled his doctor's coat on and rushed out the door. At least he could use his left hand again, now that it was just bandaged and no longer restrained by a cast.
He watched as Fitch and Johnson each started to pull at the heavy holodeck doors. "Can't we just transport them out?" he wondered, glancing from Cyle to Megan, who also stood close by. The woman's hair was still wet from her earlier swim, and she looked fairly uncomfortable. Especially, now that Nathan noticed Cyle's torso was freed of his tunic and undershirt.
Raising an eyebrow, Nathan couldn't help but appreciate the magnificent scene before him, even though the situation was rather dire. "Do you need a hand major?" he queried, kneeling down beside the marine, "you can't keep pulling forever, you might tear something..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2007 2:03:09 GMT
"You called major?" Nathan asked, rather unnecessarily as he approached the marine and the defense attorney. Cyle grunted with a slight response as he and Elkins started to pull on the door with the pry bars. They had managed to force the door open maybe an inch, but every time they would release tension, it would close up again. Taking a moment to breath, Cyle listened to Nathan's questions. "Can't we just transport them out?" he wondered, glancing from Cyle to Megan, who also stood close by. The woman's hair was still wet from her earlier swim, and she looked fairly uncomfortable. Especially, now that Nathan noticed Cyle's torso was freed of his tunic and undershirt.
Raising an eyebrow, Nathan couldn't help but appreciate the magnificent scene before him, even though the situation was rather dire. "Do you need a hand major?" he queried, kneeling down beside the marine, "you can't keep pulling forever, you might tear something..." Cyle took another deep breath before answering the doctor. "teleportor wont engage. and i got all the help i need" Cyle looked from Elkins to Megan, indicating the help he had at the moment. With a rare smile he went back to pulling on the door with Elkins, before watching in a type of horror as his pry bar snapped apart with a loud crack. Cyle fell back against the wall, and lost his footing, falling forward onto the Doctor. As he fell back, a piece of the pry bar cut his left pectoral muscle, and quickly started to bleed.
Cyle looked down at his chest, before rolling off the doctor and laying on the floor for a moment as everyone began to realize what had happened. "Elkins, get me another pry bar" Cyle grunted as he stood up, holding a hand out to Nathan. "you OK doctor?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2007 4:07:01 GMT
"Sir, I think you'd better take a gander at this. I think it says 'Major Johnson, working outside the door, can you respond?' I mean it's the letters they are in order that way on the type pad, and if it dose I'm not sure how to go about doing that."
T'Ress purred gently as he looked over it, mummering gently. Under these conditions he remained calm and collective - Caitians were known for their cooperativeness and T'Ress was no exception to this rule.
Except of course when he feared for the lives of many on a Starbase and at the trial when he felt the honor of his Captain was being questioned.
"Murr...I believe we can use this to send a message back to them. Do I have your permission to take the console?" He politely sat down with Tagert's guise and began to manipulate several tactile controls. With another murmmer he sent back the requested response: This is Lieutenant T'Ress. I can respond to your query.
The feline then blinked his eyes as he arose, offering Tagert back the seat. He then stood to Zhuk with his tail swooshing behind him, "I apologize sincerely Captain - I did not mean for any of this to occur - especially when you were attending to my simulation."
"Lt. Elkins, let me know how it goes in the transporter room." Cyle said as he leaned against the door for a second until Elkins had arrived in the transporter room. "Major, I can get a lock, but the transporter won’t engage." Cyle walked over to Megan's side, to give her the news. "No go with the transporter; it won’t engage."
T'Ress furrowed a brow gently as he noticed a spike on the engineering console behind him. "I believe it best we use the Fading Sun's computer...murr...after all I assure you it will be fully functional even if this entire area is made up of light. Computer, has there been an attempt to lock transporter beams anywhere within the USS Fading Sun?"
=^= Attempted transport from unknown location =^=
"Did our shields block it?"
=^= Affirmative =^=
He shut his eyes for a moment, looking to the holographically generated Navigator who sat alongside Tagert - the two jobs of Astronavigation and Helm control sat separate at this time. "Lower shields."
"Aye sir!"
The feline then turned again to address Zhuk, "Sir...murr...if I might be so bold I postulate that there was an attempt to transport us out of the holodeck. Presumably the Fading Sun's transporter pads are operational in a very real sense and I believe that we may ourselves transport back to the Jefferson."
The Constellation class starship's Operations Manager then stood up, "Sir! To be honest, I am quite frightened with your actions. The First Officer is injured and was taken off the bridge in a pair of fire fights, and two officers in estranged uniforms are standing on this Bridge while you are speaking total nonsense. I regret to inform you that as of Stardate 9521.8 I am relieving you of duty and replacing you as I have the authority as Second Officer of this vessel. I hereby confine you to quarters."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2007 19:44:27 GMT
Nathan tried to catch the marine in reflex as he fell forward but his momentum was too much for him to hold on. As they both fell down, he felt a momentary resistance as Cyle's left shoulder scraped past the broken crowbar. He grunted as the marine fell on top of him; the marine was hardly a light-weight, even though he was at least a hand shorter than the doctor.
The two lay stunned for a few seconds, before Cyle finally rolled off him. Truth to be told, Nathan hadn't minded breaking the marine's fall, even though he had tried to brace his own fall with his left hand. But when Cyle did roll off, he felt an enormous pressure lift off his chest. Seconds later, the marine was back on his feet, acting as if nothing happened, holding a hand down for Nathan to grasp to get back to his own feet even as he was asking for a new crowbar.
"Yes I'm all right, thank you," Nathan responded, then forced the marine to sit back down. "You're not pushing any crowbars at this moment marine," he ordered, "you're injured and you'll be tended to. Elkins, you take Cyle's position. Megan, perhaps you'd like to assist Mr Elkins while I tend to Major Johnson?"
Fortunately, the marine was already shirtless, so that saved the doctor the trouble of getting it removed. He admired Cyle's muscled torso, and felt the muscles ripple under his touch. "Hold still!" he snapped, pushing the marine back down when he insisted on getting up. He used both hands for leverage in keeping him down, leaning close to him to get it done. "Now sit tight as I bandage this, you'll have to come by in sickbay to get it properly taken care of later."
When Cyle finally obeyed the doctor's orders, Nathan efficiently bandaged the marine's chest and shoulder, applying enough pressure to stop the bleeding. "There, you're set, but no more pushing crowbars today. You get to sit on the sideline and just direct, understood?" He patted the marine's shoulder in an almost affectionate manner. "Look at it this way, you get to just sit here and be pretty, while we do the work for you. How's that for a good change?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2007 23:11:21 GMT
OOC sorry, i received word that my post was alittle confusing, and yes Doctor you have it right, Cyle was cut not you.
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"i doubt anyone other myself or another marine could manage to budge that door" Cyle said annoyed as the Doctor forced him to sit down while tending his wound. Cyle was feeling a little drained from prying on the door for so long, and really didnt have the energy to fight off the doctor. Cyle wasnt sure if they would get the door open on there own, they might need a little help from the inside. "Look at it this way, you get to just sit here and be pretty, while we do the work for you. How's that for a good change?". Cyle raised an eye brow at the word "pretty" but choose to ignore the way it was said. "id much rather not. Pretty doesnt suit me" He said as he forced himself to stand up much against the doctors wishes. "any word from the caitian or Colonel?" CYle asked moving over towards Megan.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2007 7:00:48 GMT
Re-writing programming codes from memory was painstakingly slow, difficult work, so Megan wasn’t even aware of anything going on around her until she heard her name when the doctor suggested she should help pry the door open. Finishing the line she was working on, the science officer turned around and was about to suggest someone else help pry the door open when Cyle made his comment about only Marine’s being able to open the door. That did not set well with her at all. She was used to be underestimated, and frankly used that to her advantage on more than one occasion. While being underestimated by an enemy tended to be an advantage, a colleague was an entirely different matter.
Just when Megan was about to grab a bar and try to pry the stupid door open herself if she had to, the panel in front of her signaled a change in the helm console on the holodeck, the one the Major had used to send a message. “We’ve just received a message from Lieutenant T’Ress, so we have communication.” she reported, before opening the programming for the console to draft a reply. Unknown to her, since she didn’t turn around, neither Cyle nor the doctor heard her because Nathan was trying to treat the Marine and Cyle wasn’t happy about it.
After struggling to make it easier to send a longer message for a few minutes, while the doctor tended to Major Johnson’s injuries, Megan finally succeeded by practically eliminating the helm control functions and using the entire board to display the message. Once that was completed, she began to draft a message to J’Varr as succinctly as she could manage thinking he might have a few ideas.
“This is Garrett. Door and interface codes scrambled, attempting to rewrite. Transport failed. Door manual over-ride unsuccessful. Potential AI involvement.”
Megan knew that if anyone would understand the severity of the last phrase about the AI, it would be T’Ress. Frankly, she was still hoping this had nothing to do with the AI, as the panic she’d felt the last time he had contacted her and interfered was still very fresh in her mind. Once the message was composed and sent, the science officer set up a protocol to carefully monitor the board for any changes indicating further communication from inside the holodeck. “Message sent.” she reported, to turn around and find no one was paying attention still.
Just then, Cyle stood and forced his way past the doctor towards her. “Any word from the Caitian or Colonel?” he asked, as the doctor continued to insist that he sit back down. Now normally, Megan would have bent over backwards to help anyone dealing with a doctor to get out of it, but considering the Major’s earlier comments, the Lieutenant wasn’t entirely inclined to help him out.
“If you’d been paying any attention, I already attempted to inform you that I received a message from our chief engineer and sent a reply back. Feeling a little disoriented maybe? I think it might be best for you to follow the doctor’s orders and sit down, Major. We wouldn’t want you to faint.” Megan sent him an innocent smile, even as Cyle stared at her in surprise before she turned back around. Smirking to herself, as she could hear the doctor trying to drag the Marine away to sit down, she continued to work on rewriting the code and waiting for a reply from T’Ress.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 1, 2007 11:11:20 GMT
“I am not worried about taking over command here, T’Ress. We need to figure out what is going on here.” Zhuk paced for a few seconds when the Lieutenant Tagert broke the silence.
Both Zhuk and T’Ress went to his console to see the message from Cyle. They were outside of the holodeck trying to get them out. Zhuk was happy to hear that, at least someone was working on the problem.
Tagert allowed T’Ress to take over as he formulated a response through the helm control. No sooner had he done that when the engineering console beeped for attention as there was an energy spike. T’Ress had confirmed with the computer that a transport had been initiated but failed due to the shields.
“We can give the transporters a try, but I would like to see this torpedo casing you had intended on showing me…the one with the entity which you called me here in the first place.”
Just then…the Constellation class starship's Operations Manager then stood up, "Sir! To be honest, I am quite frightened with your actions. The First Officer is injured and was taken off the bridge in a pair of fire fights, and two officers in estranged uniforms are standing on this Bridge while you are speaking total nonsense. I regret to inform you that as of Stardate 9521.8 I am relieving you of duty and replacing you as I have the authority as Second Officer of this vessel. I hereby confine you to quarters."
Zhukarak struck back with a verbal lashing of his own. “You are not relieving anyone at this time, and especially when you do not have a doctor present for a full medical opinion to warrant it. Unless you desire my guardian here to peck your eyes out, I suggest you get back to your station and let us figure out what is going on here.”
The operations officer took a long look at Zhuk and his firelizard, Theel’zhiin, wondering if he was serious or not. Zhukarak knew that this time period had not encountered firelizards yet, and just the look of Theel’zhiin should be menacing enough.
The ops officer decided to forgo the situation, but Zhuk knew it was only temporary. They were going to have to hurry before they were indeed confined by security. He was hoping the entity was still in the casing and not the one possibility of all this mayhem.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2007 16:29:31 GMT
“This is Garrett. Door and interface codes scrambled, attempting to rewrite. Transport failed. Door manual over-ride unsuccessful. Potential AI involvement.”
The feline overlook this message before preforming any further action. He glared at the console, gulping with the notice of the AI involvement, though he otherwise remained as calm as possible.
“We can give the transporters a try, but I would like to see this torpedo casing you had intended on showing me…the one with the entity which you called me here in the first place.”
T'Ress purred softly before responding, "Sir, that is a problem. The torpedo casing, for security's sake, rests down in Main Engineering - it can only interface with the holodeck and a few other systems and only when I give it commands." His tail flicked about nervously as he kept speaking, "Miss Garrett believes this could be caused by that AI."
Zhukarak struck back with a verbal lashing of his own. “You are not relieving anyone at this time, and especially when you do not have a doctor present for a full medical opinion to warrant it. Unless you desire my guardian here to peck your eyes out, I suggest you get back to your station and let us figure out what is going on here.”
With a raise of the brow ridge, the 'Captain' turned to face Zhuk, "Meerrrr, I owe you one.." He stepped into the turbolift, holding the door until Tagert and Zhuk both had joined him. Once inside of the white elevator car, T'Ress called out "Transporter Room One!"
As the car shuttled them there with much the same speed that would be expected on the Jefferson's own turbolift, the feline sighed as his tail again drooped. Making his way out of the car he moved to the panel that controlled the transporter. "I am fortunate to have forgotten to program in a transporter chief for this room.."
He tapped the keys of the panel, moving a few tactile switches. As he completed the task, he motioned for the other two to join him. Watching the world around him disappear into little more than energy, he arose from the minuet slumber in an area directly outside the holodeck.
With a raise of the eyebrows, he looked to Garrett with a great bit of concern, "Possible interference from the artificial intelligence? I thank you...merrr...would you please join me, Mister Tagret, and our Commanding Officer down in engineering?"
It was probably of some note that he was still in the 23rd century maroon uniform, though it was not uncommon for there to be an emergency which prevented changing out of the holodeck costume.
T'Ress thought back to studying the Viridian III incident and noted that even the great Jean-Luc Picard completed the preliminary stages of that assignment in the uniform of a 19th century Naval officer.
Returning now to a more modern turbolift with his two accomplices, he ordered for the lift car to be taken to engineering. As it opened, he rushed straight for an auxilary storage area, whilst a few of the enlisted engineering accompaniments stood to salute Zhuk. Once T'Ress finished entering access codes, he pulled an anti-grav cart out of the cabinet with a photon torpedo casing upon it.
It flashed a soft green light on the front of the unit as speech was emitted, "Why? Why have you awakened me from the slumber you set me too?"
T'Ress then leaned down, throwing the top set of the casing off so it was opened. Once there, he flicked a switch with the light dieing.
"J'Varr? What are you doing, J'Varr?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2007 20:01:38 GMT
Nathan blinked in surprse as suddenly the Caitian, Andorian and Human officers appeared right before them. Megan too seemed surprised to see them, but seemed just as stunned as he was for the moment. Cyle, however seemed unperturbed and just grinned...a weird sort of grin that sent shivers down Nathan's spine.
The doctor clamped his right hand down on Cyle's uninjured shoulder, effectively restraining him for the moment. "You aren't joining them major," he said, his voice dangerous and low, "I just told you to sit tight, and you disobeyed an order from your physician. Lieutenant Garrett shall be able to tell you I do not take kindly to being ignored. Now SIT DOWN!" He gave the marine an effective shove and made him sit down, even though the marine was likely to fight him over it eventually.
Nathan knelt beside the injured marine and looked up at Elkins. "Don't stand there, get an engineering team and fix that holodeck! Lieutenant Garrett...don't you have a dinner to attend to?" His eyes widened in shock. "Oh god..the dinner...we're...late!" He shook his head in annoyance. "Colonel Stone isn't going to like that...however, I do have a medical situation here. Why don't you take Freddy?"
Turning back to Cyle, he now forgot Megan was present at all as he focused on his patient. The bandage was blood-soaked now, due to the marine insisting on moving, despite given warnings. He pressed the marine against the wall, while reaching into his pocket with his own bandaged hand. "I've got to stem the bleeding, before moving you," he murmured, leaning closer to the marine. "You've gone cold..." He pulled off his coat and draped it across Cyle's bare shoulders. "How do you feel?"
Not being in sickbay had the doctor resort to quick thinking and he pressed the back of his hand against Cyle's cheek. "No fever, thank goodness for that. But we're going to sickbay, right now." He tapped his combadge. "Medical emergency, two to beam to sickbay." The corridor dissolved before them, to be replaced by the sterile environment of sickbay. "Dermal regenerator!" he snapped, holding out his hand. The requested tool was slapped into his hand and he applied it to Cyle's skin after removing the bandage. "It'll be sore, but you'll be fine, if you give the muscles time to heal."
Nathan glared at Cyle, not taking no for an answer. "Understood?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2007 0:30:53 GMT
Cyle was on the verge of screaming his lungs off at both the doctor and lt Garrett, but he had to admit he was feeling alittle light headed. 'maybe ive lost more blood then i thought' He thought to himself as he was forced into a sitting position against the wall by the doctor. Whenever the good doctor let go Cyle was moving again, trying to stay standing. When the three officers transported in front of them, Cyle wasnt surprised really, he knew either way they were getting out so it didnt matter how.
The doctor clamped his right hand down on Cyle's uninjured shoulder, effectively restraining him for the moment. "You aren't joining them major," he said, his voice dangerous and low, "I just told you to sit tight, and you disobeyed an order from your physician. Lieutenant Garrett shall be able to tell you I do not take kindly to being ignored. Now SIT DOWN!" He gave the marine an effective shove and made him sit down, even though the marine was likely to fight him over it eventually. Cyle knew he didnt have enough energy to keep fighting him off, so he stopped fighting to save his strength. "I've got to stem the bleeding, before moving you," he murmured, leaning closer to the marine. "You've gone cold..." He pulled off his coat and draped it across Cyle's bare shoulders. "How do you feel?" "im cold cuase im barely dressed doctor. i feel fine" Cyle responded, knowing full well it was a lie. Nathan seemed to notice as wel and tested his cheek for a fever before beaming them both to sickbay. "It'll be sore, but you'll be fine, if you give the muscles time to heal."
Nathan glared at Cyle, not taking no for an answer. "Understood?" Cyle rolled his eyes as he sighed and nodded, letting the doctor know he would attempt to follow said "orders" Cyle got up and left sickbay, heading towards engineering, he had to see this blasted thing for himself and nothing would stop him. When he arrived he was still shirtless and a little pale, but the cut had mended, leaving a small scar. "where is this damned thing?" he started calling out, before seeing a couple of engineers looking to the location of the caitian and the others. Walking up to it, he leaned in the room and watched the caitian flick a switch, then heard the AI asking what he was doing. He kept quite as he stood in the doorway, waiting for some one to say something.
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Post by stone on Oct 2, 2007 8:32:36 GMT
Marshall had left his quarters a few minutes earlier than usual for this dinner engagement. He figured he’d be nice to both of his dinner companions as he headed to Ten Forward with a bundle of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. There was a sensible side to Marshall after all.
A few long minutes had gone by, but it hadn’t reached quite 1900 hours yet. Suddenly his communicator chirped from his pants pocket as he was in casual clothing, a button-up shirt and 21st century style jeans.
=/\= Garrett to Stone, an emergency has come up, so I won’t be able to make it. Sorry. Duty calls. =/\=
Marshall smirked as he sensed the half-cheerfulness in her voice. Activating his badge he replied to her. “Where might this emergency be? Maybe I could help?”
There was a long silence from the other end. Marshall knew she was contemplating on whether she should reply or not, or possibly what to reply as it all could have been a lie too.
=/\= Outside of Holodeck 2. Colonel Hrisvalar, Lieutenant T’Ress, and Ensign Tagert are trapped from within. Now I have work to do. =/\=
He enjoyed her feisty tone in her last sentence. It was what attracted him to her. He wanted to know more about her, her past. He hadn’t forgotten the incident when he interrupted her fighting routine. There simply was something about her. Grabbing the bottle and flowers he headed for the holodeck area.
He had just reached the hallway for the holodecks when he saw the transporter shimmer disappear and three officers appear in front of everyone. Immediately he recognized the Colonel and the Caitian engineer, T’Ress. T’Ress mentioned something about the AI entity and the three of them just as quickly disappeared to the nearest turbolift.
No one had noticed Marshall yet as he overheard the doctor talking about their dinner arrangement. “Lieutenant Garrett...don't you have a dinner to attend to?" His eyes widened in shock. "Oh God..the dinner...we're...late!" He shook his head in annoyance. "Colonel Stone isn't going to like that...however, I do have a medical situation here. Why don't you take Freddy?"
Marshall announced himself. “Don’t worry about it. Here doc, take this with you before you transport to sickbay.” Marshall handed him the bottle of wine just before Doctor van Breughel and Major Johnson disappeared. The engineering team all had a look of surprise on their face as they were now looking at Marshall with still a bouquet of flowers in his arms. Garrett’s face was priceless as well as she eyed him with renewed curiosity.
“Yes, these are for you, but let’s not worry about dinner for right now. I’d like to see this AI entity T’Ress mentioned. Let’s go.” Without awaiting a reply he lightly grabbed Garrett by her elbow to enter the same turbolift the other three officers had used just a few minutes ago. Out of the corner of his eyes he noted Garrett smelling the flowers he had given her. Marshall enjoyed the shocked silence from Garrett as they rode the turbolift to engineering. He smiled, but half of his mind was now occupied with what they would find once they got there.
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