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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 12, 2003 13:19:05 GMT
The team slowly walked towards a gap in the buildings side, unsure of wether it was supposed to be a door or simply a hole though to the lack of upkeep. As the 4 explorers stepped through the hole they all gassped with wonder and amazement.
mc7 could not believe his eyes. The entire building was filled with Borg alcoves, and in each of those alcoves there was a borg drone regenerating. Without hesitation mc7 drew his phaserand tricorder, scanning for any awake bog near their position.
"Commander, what are you doing?"
T'Ale said, sounding rather surprised.
"What do you mean? I don't have any intention of re-joining the collective today, I'll use this phaser on myself before that happens!"
"What are you talking about borg for? This looks like it's the exact same as some of the battles fought during Earth's second World War."
Cavit called over to mc7.
"Borg? World War 2? To me it's a frozen wasteland. Like the place I lived until I was 10."
Aral added to the conversation.
"Commander T'Ale, what do you see?"
The Commander was visably shaken by the images she saw. to mc7, it looks as oif she was on the verge of tears.
"No, this is simply not possible. I see Vulcan. But is is twisted and skwered. This is a Vulcan without Logic. Without discipline. They are killing each other without any regard for life. How can they be doing this?"
"Right, we're leaving, and I mean now. Cavit, Help the Commander please. Aral, you lead and I'll bring up the rear."
"Aye sir,"
Aral replied to the Ops Officer.
The group retreated the few seconds walk that had led them into the builind only to stop.
"Mc7, we have a problem."
Aral shouted,
"Yeah, what is it?"
he called to the fornt of the group, not wanting to leave his position at the rear flank.
"The entrance we came through, it's gone."
OCC: Looks like this mysterious building seems to be projecting our worst fears or nightmares. And Aral, wasn't sure what yours would be, so thought I'd go down the line tha tyou got lost in N Canada when you were a kid and that scared you really bad. If you don't like this, I can edit the post to suit what you want!
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Post by Loskene on Dec 12, 2003 17:10:39 GMT
OFF: Ooh, very interesting! ;D
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Post by aralgibson on Dec 13, 2003 6:36:31 GMT
As they examined their surroundings (which were all different), Aral tried not to think about the snow covering everything. He shivered. Bad memories.... Force them out, bad memories.... Force them out....
Mc7 kept glancing back over his shoulder into the deep snow, which was not deep snow, but was, but wasn't...
Suddenly everything shifted and turned into a desert like land... people all around were shoving and fighting... the heat was stifling...
"What was that...?" T’Ale asked, looking disoriented.
Cavit was peering around curiously, "Commander... Is this Vulcan?"
"What do you mean, in my vision it is…" The FO said.
"I see it too." Aral commented, before they were spun around again. Now everything looked like the inside of a Borg cube.
"What's happening?" Mc7 inquired.
"Now its a Borg ship!" Cavit yelled. T’Ale was nodding calmly.
Suddenly it went back to Aral's vision of his days in trapped in the terrible cold of the Arctic...
He closed his eyes. Everything changed again.... And again.... And again.
T’Ale looked at them all. “I don't know but the air seems to be getting thinner every time our surroundings change from one of our visions to another.”
“Agreed.” Mc7 said, inhaling deeply.
Every thing changed again and a scene of old fashioned earth fighting, with gunpowder rifles. Aral flinched unconsciously, as a young soldier fell to the bottom of a close trench, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Do you think we’re moving ‘up’ the building?” Aral looked at T’Ale.
“Why are we seeing these scenes?” Mc7 asked just before the situation changed back to the Borg ship. Mc7 scowled noticeably.
“Some sort of test…. They are putting us through our nightmares...” Strife closed her eyes as shots fired around them.
Aral shrugged before the scene switched back to his own nightmare, He fought back a pathetic whimper and stuttered, “What’s the evidence of that?”
“None too much.” Mc7 said.
Then the room spun… more violently then before… the scenes changed rapidly, speeding up, speeding up, blurring the colors together. Gun blasts shot and cold wind blew viciously. Moans of pain and anger filled his ears with the insistent mechanical sounds of the Borg perfection. Everything overwhelmed him, he screamed in agony; he clutched his head…. And then the sounds began to…. Filter it seemed…. The spinning slowed, the sounds began to lose their clutter like noise…. Until everything stopped besides the whistling of the cool air around him.
He realized he was on his knees. Everyone was gone. All he could see around him was snow… the never ending snow of those cold nights of long ago… when he had no hope to live to even end his own misery. 19 nights of cold, and darkness… and that damned snow! His only hope of rescue gone, as he realized they had come to find him, only to leave again in despair. Aral would have died those many years ago, trapped in the coldness of nature’s own terrible wrath, but he had found a shelter of trees, mighty trees, with limbs so strong, wide, and tangled in each other’s grasp that they kept the wind out. He had fed himself from a ration pack he had salvaged from the wreck…. Resigned to dying when he ran out of food, unless the lessened cold got him first…. When he was ready to give up, lay down and die... they came.
But what Aral did not remember vividly was not the way he felt when he was lifted into the plane, it was the cold, the blinding cold, the never-ending hunger, knowing he should not eat it all, but the fact that it was there- there the temptation lay, in his grasp….
Aral opened his eyes and looked into the openness of the arctic, this was not the arctic though… it was is memory… his nightmare…
Standing up abruptly he shouted into the howling wind, “This does not scare me! It is not the truth! Take it away!”
Suddenly the snow faded away, and left him in a golden room…. The walls shone brightly… making Aral squint at them. What was happening? What had just happened? What was going to happen?
OFF: I’m thinking that’s its all a test of our worthiness to meet whoever is up at the top of the building. We all have to beat our worst fears to move on and meet with each other and the people who are testing us. I think its intriguing…
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Post by Loskene on Dec 20, 2003 22:29:55 GMT
Commodore Loskene sat patiently on the bridge waiting for more updates. None had come in the last 32 minutes and he began to worry.
Loskene: Loskene to away team, come in please.
T'Ale: Away team he-- --ir
Loskene: Could you repeat? You're not getting through very well.
T'Ale: Somethings disrup--- comm--- ut -ll...clear
Loskene: Dammit... We need to boost the output signal.
An officer on the bridge tapped a few consoles and the signal cleared up just a little.
T'Ale: Sir? Are you there?
Loskene: Yes. What's your status?
T'Ale: Nothing has changed. It is my guess that there is some kind of apparatus in here that is triggering our hallucinations...
Loskene: Where are you?
T'Ale: We are in the building, 20th floor I believe.
Loskene: Relax, you only have like...300 more floors before you reach the top.
T'Ale: Maybe we should use the transporter.
Loskene: I wouldn't do that. I don't know how stable the floor is up there...
Mc 7: There has got to be an easier way up...
Loskene: How are you all handling this?
T'Ale: It has been difficult dealing with some of these hallucinations...but we are managing.
Loskene: Alright... I want you to keep me informed on this.
T'Ale: Will do sir.
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Post by aralgibson on Dec 21, 2003 18:09:29 GMT
As Aral tried to collect himself, Strife appeared beside him. Her face was red and puffy. But she was standing defiantly with clenched fists. When she realized that what ever had just happened was over she sat down on the gold floor and breathed deeply. They both stood in silence for a moment. "What happened?" Aral said and sat down beside her. "Same question back, what happened to you?" Strife said looking at his knuckles which were pure white from the coldness, and his clenched fists. "Um.. well... forget it... we've got to figure out whats going on." As Aral stood T'ale appeared. She sat on the golden floor with her legs crossed, seemingly meditating. When her eyes opened she surveyed the room they were enclosed in. Slowly she got to her feet. "What have you already found out?" The vulcan asked calmly. Strife half grinned half grimaced, "I just arrived, i don't know how long Aral's been here." "I just arrived as well." "Any sign of Mc?" "None, sir." Aral responded wearily. He finished pulling himself to his feet, and walked toward the golden wall. The engravings were similiar to the ones on the outside of the building. That was a fairly good sign this was not a hallucination like the rest. He ran his hands across it. The lines were smooth, not rough as if they had been pounded in quickly. Either who had ever made this had good technoledgy or they were very very careful. "Very impressive work." T'ale walked up beside Aral. "Yes. Almost addictive to look at." Strife also set her hand on the wall. "Where is Mc?!" Strife shouted out in frusteration several minutes later. Aral shrugged before slapping himself on the head and then tapping his combadge. "Gibson to Mc7_of_9!" Static filled the commbadge and he grabbed his ears, but suddenly the sound of Mc's voice was involved as well. "Aral? Where are you? bzzzzz org have y-bzzzzzz Request assistance! bzzzzzzzzz. Panicking, Aral urgently yelled back, "Its not real Mc! Its not real! Ignore it!" OFF: Mc... having some probs with the borg are we now?
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 28, 2003 23:32:11 GMT
Mc7 looked around for his collegues, but they were no where in site. He looked around the giant building, and seen thousands upon thousands of regeneration alcoves, a lot of them containing drones. Caustiously, he stepped forward, lowering his weapon as he moved. The drones close to him ignored him, and continued the tasks that the Collective had assigned them. For the first time in a very long time, mc7 felt fear, for he was in the one place he promised himself he would never be again. With the Borg.
-- An hour later --
After searching through the various corridors for what seemed like an eternity to him, the Commander decided what his course of action from then on would be. There was no way out of the building that he could find, so he was going to get to the heart of the problem. He was going to get to the Queen.
He knew that the Queen would be located in the centre most area of the building, as that would be the most secure location. He looked toward the buildings core, and was only just able to see it, for the distance between there and where he was was great. He set off, filled with a determination that he had not felt since the fateful battle that first enslaved him into the Collective.
He knew that he was making a good pace towards the core of the building, but the distance between him and his destination seemed to be getting smaller faster than it should have been. He estimated that he would be where he wanted to be in a few hours, whereas he orginally thought it would take at least a day to get there. This defiently isn't right, he thought, but still, pressed on.
3 hours after setting off on his journey to the centre of the building, he stood outside a place he recogniced. It was the Borg Queen's centrel nexus. He used his tricorder to try to scan beyond the bulkheads, but the signals seemed to just dissappear, as if they were swalled by something.
The former drone took a deep breath, and then walked towards the doorway. The doors parted as he approached them, and he strode in, with his head held high. And she stood there.
"Welcome home, mc7_of_9. It has been a long time, but I see you are eager to return to us," the voice coming from within his head, as well as the surroundings.
"I have come to find out what you have done with my crewmates. Not to re-join the collective. I would use this phaser on myself before I am forced to enslave billions of people to an existance of being like you!"
"Brave words, but we both know that they are untrue. You will be added into the collective again, and you will serve it."
And with that, drones started to approach from both sides of the room.
"Tell me one thing before you strip the humanity I've regained from me. Are my crewmates in the collective, or are they safe?"
"Your crew mates are of no consequence to me, so they have been left un touched."
"Good, you have told me just what I needed to know," the former drone replied, raising the phaser to his chin and pressing the trigger.
A blinding white light surrounded him, causing him to feel very disorientated. then he heard voices. Though not as if they were speaking to him, rather that they were surrounding him, both outside and within.
"He would sacrifice his life so as not to inflict pain and suffering on others."
"He wished to know the fate of the others before he ended his own existance."
"He is worthy to know us"
"Yes, we should now reveal ourselves to his kind"
OCC: Hey, sorry it's taken so long for a post, I've been really busy over the holidays, plus not got that good a net connection cos I'm away from uni.
I was thinkning that we could have just discovered a benevoulent race, rather than one hell bent on our distruction! (would make a nice change, eh?) hehe. I'll elt someone else do the formal intros. lol
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Post by aralgibson on Dec 30, 2003 2:04:22 GMT
OFF: I apologize for this posts length, but please don't skim it; there are important facts for the mission involved within.
ON: Aral tried repeatedly to raise Mc again, but nothing was going through and he couldn't even be sure that Mc had heard him the 2nd time.
"Damnit." Aral breathed as he tried to figure out what they were going to do.
"There has to be a way to find him... afterall its all an illusion." Strife said despairingly just before the light in the room magnified at least 20 times, and they all covered their eyes.
"Much of it is, correct, but what you are seeing now is not." A very deep, powerful voice spoke.
The light lessened and they were able to see again. It took moments to discover that Mc was standing next to him and there was 3 figures in silken robes standing together infront of them, right in the middle of the Enclosed room.
T’Ale was the first to speak, "I am Commander T’Ale, First officer of the Starship Jefferson, This is Commander Mc7_of_9, our operations officer, Lt. Cmdr. Gibson, our security officer, and Lt. Cmdr. Cavit, our Navigation’s officer," She motioned to each of her officers in turn, "And you would be?"
"Talorn." The apparent leader said simply, "And this is Malak and Jorm, you have proved worthy to meet us."
Mc looked confused, "Proved worthy?"
"You, Mc7_of_9, have proved to understand the fact that all lives are worth the same, and you others have proved to understand the difference between reality and make believe, an important trait to the universe, when so many species' such as my own can create other scenarios."
"I see." Mc nodded. "So what of us now?"
"You seem to be explorers, we shall allow you to explore our own." Talorn summoned them to follow him through the wall, which had been solid moments ago.
Strife sighed, "What in the world..."
Aral ignored her and looked at Talorn, "What were those bones we saw outside?"
"That is our past. Our people were once weak, pathetic.... Much like yourself," Aral grimaced inwardly containing his composure, " except we held simple mind powers, the ability to move small objects when we concentrated deeply, and some empathic abilities. We fought wars. We mishandled plagues. We ignored Scandals with the best of them. But we came to one war that was more than a war, it was the end. We had by that time separated ourselves into 2 sides, The Alliance and the Empire, both sides had the same powers, the same capabilities, but different goals, so different that they were controversial to the greatest extent. A war followed closely, each side wiping the other out, at the end there was several hundred of us left ironically the ones who had not chosen sides at all. Rebuilding was terrible, with everything gone; all the cities turned to nothing but dust. As we began to work harder we began discovering different ways to use our mind powers, building became simpler, disputes were easier to solve.."
Aral blinked. It was all larger than life, what Talorn was telling them, all of it was so surreal.
Talorn continued, "We built this building, we designed it so that it was secure as could be-"
"But a piece almost crushed us outside!" Strife exclaimed.
Talorn smiled, "That was a part of the test, none of the building actually fell. As I was saying- we began to become more and more powerful..."
Aral could see this guy really liked talking, but he held his breath and kept his mouth closed tight, listening.
"We discovered we could create other surroundings, even though we can not maintain them for more than an hour, and objects that weren't really there, our powers seemed endless as we discovered them.... Do you believe in Gods Mr. Gibson?"
The question caught Aral off guard, not being the senior officer nor having said much, "I suppose...I suppose I believe that there is a plan for us all out there... yes I do, Mr. Talorn."
Talorn smiled again, "Yes, yes, exactly."
The Jefferson away team glanced at each other curiously.
Talorn spoke again, "We believe that it was planned for a war to wipe out the rest of our species, that it was planned for us to be forced to expand on our abilities, for us to build this building, for us to discover that our planet had been separated from the rest."
"You mean the Nebula." Mc said grasping something that he could understand. Aral was relieved to hear something based in fact.
"Yes, yes the Nebula you call it, It is our protector, and we believe that it is here to protect us, to hide us from the rest. Something is to happen here that no one else should see..."
Strife looked at Aral and gave him a look of confusion, which Aral returned.
T’Ale didn't pay attention to her 2 officers instead saying, "I don't know where you plan to go with this Mr. Talorn."
Suddenly the familiar spinning and bright light sensation returned and they found themselves in a extremely large metallic room, supposedly the real surroundings of the building, panels were in the room, along with something close to replicators, with beds and several small rooms, supposedly containing toilets.
Aral panicked, and began to shout but T’Ale stopped him.
"What are you doing, Mr. Talorn?" T’Ale said suprisingly calmly.
"I am afraid you are not part of the plan, and if you alerted your 'federation' of our existence, the plan would not go forward the way the gods have planned, you are lucky we found you worthy to live, you will not continue on your voyage, crew of the Jefferson." Talorn vanished along with his 2 companions.
Before any of them had a chance to respond a yell from behind them came, "What the Bloody Hell?"
The away team turned to see the whole crew of the Jefferson, all several 100 of them staring around alarmed.
Loskene marched forward, "What happened?!"
OFF: I'm sorry if I’m dragging this mission on, but does it really matter if it’s a long mission? I'm sure we can find some way out of here!
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Post by Loskene on Dec 31, 2003 8:01:10 GMT
OFF: This is also a long post but bear with it please. Commodore Loskene stared around confused. The large room seemed to stretch onward as far as the eye could see.
Loskene: What's going on?
T'Ale: You are on the planet sir... It seems that everyone is.
Loskene: Would you mind explaining what just happened?
The away team explained to Loskene as best they could of what just happened...
Loskene: So, it seems that they want to keep this place a secret. Well, they chose the wrong crew to mess with.
Mc 7_of_9: It seems that all of our needs are provided for. Beds, food...
Gibson: And that's supposed to make it all better?
Mc: I was simply making an observation...
Loskene shouted for everyone to be quiet. Most of the crew quickly silenced, and the rest hushed shortly after.
Loskene: Everyone, we are on the planet. It seems that a hostile force has contained us here. However, we will find a way out. I want you all to stay calm. It seems impossible, but there is a way out. Where there is a will...there is a way. We won't be captives to a bunch of people who should have died hundreds...or maybe thousands of years ago. That's all I have to say for now.
T'Ale: Sir...I don't see any exits.
Loskene: That's because you think there are none.
T'Ale: Sir?
Loskene: You need to think outside the box. They've done this before. They have toyed with your minds.
Gibson: So you're saying that if we think there is an exit, it will come?
Loskene: No, you need to believe there is an exit... When my species are at a young age, we are taught to think in extra linear terms. I have learned that there is always an answer, always a way out. Everything in the Universe has a meaning. If it does not have meaning, a purpose and an answer, it does not exist. Most of the people in this room, most of these officers do not know anything other then linear terms. They believe escape is impossible, and they make it that way.
Cavit: What do we do? Tell everyone to learn your ways?
Loskene: No. It requires years of learning. And we do not have time. I must speak with these ancients.
Gibson: I don't think they are in a mood to chat.
Loskene: Then they better get in the mood. I'm going to attempt telepathy. If you will excuse me, I need space.
Loskene walked off to an empty part of the huge room.
T'Ale: The Commodore has a very Vulcan perspective.
Loskene closed his eyes and blocked out the voices in the room, except for his own.
Loskene: <I know you can hear me. We must talk.>
Everything around Loskene began to blur and he was suddenly in a field of bustling wildlife. A huge forest with lush flora and fauna.
Voice: I am Talorn.
Loskene: Where am I?
Talorn: We have created this image in your mind. This is my world, thousands of years ago. This was the peak of my civilization. Before the wars.
Loskene: It is beautiful.
Talorn: It is no longer. Why do you request an audience?
Loskene: You must let us go.
Talorn: Why?
Loskene: We do not belong here...
Talorn: You are different from the others.
Loskene: I am not native to this dimension...I come from another galaxy, so to speak...
Talorn: Intriuging. Unfortunately, as much as I would like to see you all leave here, it is not possible.
Loskene: You must realize that if all officers on my ship are gone, and my fleet tries to contact me and there isn't an answer, they will come and investigate. Do you really want more starships coming here to probe every square inch of this planet?
Talorn: I can give the illusion that you are still on your ship.
Loskene: Still, it is only a matter of time until they become suspicious of why my ship has been here for so long. I'm afraid you lose either way.
Talorn: I will not let it happen. If other ships come, they will be destroyed.
Loskene: You would take all those innocent lives?
Talorn: No, they will be transported down to the planet as you have.
Loskene: What is so important about planet that you need to conceal?
Talorn: You cannot know. And do not attempt to enter my mind, it would overload your nueral receptors, killing you.
Loskene: We aren't going anywhere anyway...What would it hurt to tell me?
Talorn: There are cities underground. Vast cities. Buried down there are our last remaining weapons. Everything. From the smallest and primitive dagger to the largest nucleonic cascade missile. One of those missiles devastated ¾ of the planet when it was accidentally triggered. I will not allow those weapons to be unearthed. If they are found, they will be abused by others. I do not wish to see the rest of the universe end up like this planet.
Loskene: An admirable concern. But I give you my word that I will inform anyone of this place.
Talorn: Your words mean nothing!!
Talorn jerked his neck and Loskene was thrown to the ground.
The senior officers gathered around Loskene, who was lying on a bed, unconscious and jerking out of control
T'Ale: Commodore!
From behind T'Ale, several officers began to yell and become frustrated.
Officer: When the hell are we getting out of here?!
Officer #2: Yeah, what's going to happen to us!
Officer #3: Hey, those are senior officers you are addressing, show some respect!
Several fights began to erupt in the large, empty room...
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Post by aralgibson on Jan 5, 2004 20:41:09 GMT
"Hey!" Aral shouted alarmed at the timing of all the separate brawls about the room. He forced his way in between a medical Lt. Cmdr. and a Engineering Ensign, the ensign had the lt. Cmdr. backed up toward the wall and was pushing hard against his neck, while the Medical officer attempted to release himself. They both stopped out of respect for his seniority, but glared at each other. Aral rushed toward a pair of science officers who were both bleeding and still in full swing, as he again pushed himself inbetween them he was surprised to recieve a hook to the jaw. As the Security chief staggered away stunned with the surprise of being hit by one of his own officers, held his jaw which felt like it was disconnected from the rest of his skull. He shook his head, and charged back at the pair of science officers who were now on the ground, one beating on the other. Aral grabbed the one who was on top of his crewmate and pulled hard. The officer snarled as he flew off and landed with a thud on his back. By this time Loskene had gotten off his bed and was surveying the situation with a look of disgust. Aral yelled as his captain reverted to his natural form and picked up the Ensign and Lt. Cmdr. Aral had separated and stopped them fighting again. "Enough!!!" Loskene yelled in a echoing voice. Several pairs of brawlers stopped but others ignored him without so much as a look. Aral continued onto the ones who were ignoring the commodore as Mc and Pasek sort of herded the ones who had stopped fighting into a corner where Mc held his phaser up, counting that the officers that were in the corner didn't realize it was probally not functional at that moment. As loskene and Aral ran into the fighting Aral was amazed to see Strife slam her fist into the side of a unsuspecting officer's head. He cluttered to the ground, while Strife turned to another officer and raised her hand. Aral grabbed her shoulders, "Strife, you a senior officer! Snap out of it!" She looked up at him blankly, before her expression cleared, and muttered, "I just suddenly felt a burst of anger..." "Nevermind now, help get these officers under control!" *A while later* Mc stood next to Aral, both of their phasers were raised. The officers all now stood rounded into a area, and most of them looked more confused than anything. Loskene stood next to them back in his human form. "Explain this!" he shouted at the crew who continued to look puzzled. A muttering followed, and Loskene pointed at an officer in the front, "Can you explain why you punched your operations head in the gut?" Mc looked like he was hiding a small grin as he rubbed his stomach with his free hand. The officer looked down, "I can't sir. I just suddenly felt angry, and the commander was there..." Loskene questioned several other officers, all with similiar answers. The commodore considered for quite a while. "I want you all to spread out and then sit down." The crew looked puzzled but did it. "You as well." Loskene said to the senior officers. They did as well. Loskene then spoke again, "I want you all to clear your mind of your emotions." He waited, "Concentrate on my voice." he waited again. "You must keep your minds clear. We all must work together to get back to the Jefferson. Ignore all emotions, including ones that are not yours, ones that are being forced upon you. Concentrate on something simple and clear everything else." The commodore waited for several minutes and then said, "Now listen, there is a door in here, we must all believe that it is here for it to be seen, do not open your eyes, concentrate on your own thoughts, not what you are seeing...." OFF: tag anyone
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Post by cavit on Jan 9, 2004 1:04:59 GMT
See me posted lol
Strife rubbed her chest she was ppunched there fairly hard but she grew up with three brothers so when it came blow to blow she could kick all three of thier asses without much of a though
she wiped a ly nose and looked at the two remaining fighting officers Aral stepped forward to stop them and Strife grabbed him by the shoulder and smiled sweetly
" 'lemme handle this sugah" She strode forward and grand them each by the groin and shouted "CUT IT OUT"
Officer #1 "AYYIIEEYAYAYAIEEEEEEEE Yes ma'am yes ma'am"
The other one merly howled
"Anyone else wanna fight? if so step up or shut up and stand still" She wiped her ly nose with a sleeve she didn't recall who punched her but when she found out who there will be hell to pay
"Now why in the hell is every one fighting?"
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Post by mikepasek on Jan 9, 2004 6:20:51 GMT
While all others were arguing and fighting, Mike felt completely useless. Standing there, all by himself, he remembered what was he about to do just before he appeared here. As he headed towards the commodore and the others standing around him, Mike overheard the conversation they had about these strange creatures and them being able to probe into our minds, and seeing and sensing their every thought. The idea of someone being able to respond before he even said anything sounded dangerous so he stopped to think through what he should do now. After a few minutes he realised that just that was the mistake, thinking about it. He went over to the Comm. and just started talking:
“Comm., this, what I’m doing, will sound strange and very inappropriate but there is no other way. ”
Commodore wanted to respond but he didn’t have time since, so it seemed, Mike talked very fast in an incredibly long sentence. Just as Comm. opened his mouth, Mike tapped his commbadge and continued:
“Orko, it’s Mike. Get to the bridge and get a fix on our location, ASAP.”
While Mike was still talking Comm. interrupted:
“Mr. Pasek, what are you doing. Stop this at once.”
Mike didn’t even stop to catch a breath as he continued his response to the Comm.:
“If these creatures can fell and see my every thought, they can act to prevent it or to act on it in any way. The only way of beating them to it is to do the thing you thought of immediately when you think of it. That gives them no or little time to react.”
Mike’s actions were complete insubordination and Comm. had his objections for sure, but that didn’t stop Mike from continuing:
“There was an alarm just before we appeared here. I looked at my console and I realised that there is something wrong with this creature. In a few moments I examined it and I realised that it is going into mitoses. It is procreating, and we’re standing right on his nucleus. This whole place is going to go to pieces with us standing right in the middle of it.”
As Mike finished his sentence Orko’s robotic voice was heard from his commbadge.
“Orko in position, waiting further instructions.”
OFF: Hey, girls and guys, how are you all? I’m back. It seems that that bug of mine did a little more damage then I thought so I had to do a bit of formatting and resetting my comp. I stopped this post here so there is room for reactions... Anyway, It’s good to be back.
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Post by aralgibson on Jan 15, 2004 23:00:25 GMT
There was a certain anxiousness among the crew now. Michael's announcement was worrying them all.
"Concentrate gentlemen!" Loskene's voice echoed throughout the room. 2 young ops officers ceased whispering and closed their eyes.
"Now concentrate on something you want, be it a game, pet, or food and pretend that it is here."
Aral tried to concentrate on a piece of chocolate he had eaten a few nights previous. He was interupted when someone yelled a bit away.
"Whoah!" Aral's eyes snapped open and his hands flew to his phaser, but he put it down when he realized the yell had come from an ensign at the other side of the room who had just noticed a orange and white cat sitting next to him.
Loskene seemed quite pleased, "Who was thinking about cats?"
Everyone looked puzzled but several put up their hands.
"And who was thinking about this particular one?" Loskene said scooping the cat up into his arms.
Strife stood up and took the cat, "I was."
"Very good. As you can see i was correct in thinking this is a enviroment mixed with reality and pretend."
The crew muttered a bit before the commodore stopped them again, "If we are to get back to the Jefferson we must all concentrate on something."
"A door?" Strife asked.
"Yes. Everyone concentrate on a door- right here." Loskene gestured to an area beside him.
Suddenly the room shook.
Mike looked triumphant and fearful at the same time, "As i said before, captain...."
"Concentrate!"
And the crew concentrated as hard as they could with the room shaking every few moments.
OFF: I know this is going a bit weird.... lets all just go with it though.....anybody else want to get us back to the Jeff?
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Jan 16, 2004 14:45:43 GMT
As the entire crew of the Jefferson thought about a door, the room continued to shake violently. mc7 felt a strange sensation pass over his body, and opened his eyes to look around. He was face to face with the ailen that he had first made contact with.
"Your people are attempting to use the thought process we provided to help you live a comfertable life in ways which it was not intended for. They must stop, or they will suffer,"
mc7 was slightly taken aback by the fact that the ailen was addressing him directly.
"We mean you no harm. All we are trying to do is return to our ship. You have been given our word that we will not disclose your loaction to anyone. You have tested to see where my loyalties lie, you know that I will not break this confidance."
"Can you make this guarentee for every member of the crew of the USS Jefferson?"
The ailen said simply.
"I believe that if the Commodore ordered the crew to keep this secret, they would do that."
"The life that you will lead here will not be a harsh one. All your people must do is think of an object to make things easier, and it will be there. The Gods will not allow us to release you to your ship. For this we offer our sympathies."
mc7_of_9 was getting frustrated now. He could not think of anything that he could say to convince these ailens that there Gods would allow them to go free. All of a sudden, mc7 had a thought,
"If your Gods did not want us to find you, why would we be here? Surely your Gods have a plan set out for your people, and if we were not part of that plan, then we would not have been drawn here."
The ailen looked, for the first time, deep in thought. Suddenly, the Jefferson's COO was no longer in the white room, but was standing in a large amphitheare. Seat in the rows facing him were, what must have been hundreds of the ailens. The place was filled with completely silence, and each of the ailens varried the same look as the one mc7 had just been conversing had.
Then a voice boomed from all around the starfleet officer. It came from no one place, rather as if from the very air itself.
"We have considered what you have said, and we agree. If the Gods did not wish us to have contact with your people, then you would not have been brought here. As such, your crew has been returned to your ship. You will no be returned to the ship. We wish to offer our thanks to your for showing us the Gods intentions."
And within a blink of an eye, mc7 was standing behind the Ops console on the bridge of the Jefferson.
"Would someone care to tell me what hell has just happened?"
the commordore said, looking up form his Command chair.
"I done something I think the XO would be proud of me for," mc7 said, I used logic to comvince the ailens to let us go."
OCC:
looks like we're back on the jefferson, and peacefully as well! Has to be sometime new! hehe
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Post by aralgibson on Jan 16, 2004 23:15:41 GMT
Aral sank into one of the chairs of a Science console and rubbed his temples, "Thank god for you Mc."
Commodore Loskene looked very glad to be back sitting on his own bridge. "Report on all systems!"
Everyone was jarred back to life the smiles still spread across their faces.
"None of the weapons, or sheilding systems have been touched, everything is just as we left it." Aral reported. Similiar responses came from everyone.
"Very good," Commodore Loskene seemed almost distant for a moment, smiling, before saying, "Set course to the nearest starbase-warp 8,and Commander Mc-please send an message to starfleet entailing the details of our experiance inside the lifeform."
Strife nodded ,"Engaging warp 8." and the familiar sensation of going into warp passed over them and then everything was steady as before.
OFF: Feels great to be back! ;D
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Post by Loskene on Jan 17, 2004 3:26:42 GMT
Commodore Loskene sat up in his chair suddenly. Loskene: Belay that order... Make no reference of our discovery. Cavit: Sir? Loskene: The alien was right. If others were to learn of their powers, they may abuse it. We just cannot risk it. T'Ale: What will it say in the report sir? Loskene: We will just have to tell Starfleet that the nebula is uninteresting...and toxic. If anyone has any objections to my course of action, please tell me. Loskene waited for a response but none came. Loskene: Very well then. Proceed on course to starbase. Engage! OFF: Well done everyone.
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Post by mikepasek on Jan 17, 2004 15:23:44 GMT
Mike was standing at his science console with Orko by his side. He just stood there thinking what damage would his rash decisions cause if everyone followed him. In a sense he was glad that his idea was unaccepted. As he stood there his console sounded. It was still locked on the nebula doing a few scan he had programmed before they were abducted. He checked the data and realised something incredible. He tapped Aral, who was sitting near him, on the shoulder:
“Wanna see something special?”, Mike said calling him to the console. Aral was a bit puzzled but he got up and came up to the console where Mike was pointing to a diagram of the nebula. The cloud apparently didn’t change but it seemed like the planet, on which they were standing just a minute ago, started to stretch. In a minute or so the planet was stretched from a sphere to a stretched, egg-like form. The next minute it just split in two and, surprisingly, the two halves formed two perfect spheres.
“Incredible!”, said Aral looking at these two new spheres.
“Yes. A new space dwelling organism was just born...”, said Mike and paused for a moment, “What a shame.”
This last sentence didn’t exactly match the occasion, being it a birth, but it made sentence a moment later. Mike’s fingers flew over the console, and in three quick touches, they deleted all the data and all the scans; the screen that showed the diagram of a nebula just a second ago, went totally black. Aral then turned and returned to mc and Mike joined them in a second, all three sitting down and chatting.
OCC: Just a finishing touch. ;D
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Post by cavit on Jan 17, 2004 19:35:01 GMT
Guess who is back.. ^________^ bite me lovers lol
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Strife just sat there looking out the window polishing tetsusaiga with a soft cloth it was a rusted sword but if the users heart was strong enough it could turn in to a large fang, She already mastered it she knew her heart was pure and gibson recently did it protecting a nurse one mission against the borg. She heard foot steps behind her and she turned around and saw Aral smiling at her.
"Hey thought you could use some company" Aral said and sat next to her
"Are you always this forward with women" Strife smiled
"guilty as charged" gibson said then he held out his hand to tetsusaiga "mind if i....? "
Strife handed him the sword and He swung it. it hit the bulkhead with a lound crack and Gibson felt like his arm was going to rattle off .
Hey it's nothing but a rusted junk again " Gibson frowned at the sword witch once transformed into a hulking fang at one point
Strife handed him the sheath "You mastered it once you can do it again then you can learn the secret of taking a hundreded foes with one swipe .. but first you must learn the sword"
She kissed him on the forhead then left gibson hacking at the bulkhead trying ot get it ot transform for him again ,
She got to her quarters sighed an streched she found her picture of her late boyfriend Paul Drew and picked it up and left to and air lock she tossed the picture into it the closed it and depressurized it then without a shred of emotion she headed ot her quarters and whent to bed
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Post by Loskene on Jan 17, 2004 20:05:19 GMT
Welcome back Strife!
What happened between you and paul???
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cavit
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Post by cavit on Jan 18, 2004 1:21:55 GMT
lets just not go there
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Post by Loskene on Jan 18, 2004 22:42:37 GMT
Ok then. Anyway, a new mission will start soon.
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Post by tale on Jan 19, 2004 3:19:52 GMT
OOC:
Ok I'm finally back I hope. The compy still is on the blink (might have to either get a new one or reinstall the software yet again).
Looks like it was a great one. Congrads everyone.
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