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Post by Loskene on Apr 16, 2004 0:01:00 GMT
OFF: This is the time to relax before we start the joint mission with the El-Sal... Just relax...and post of course. ON: Commodore Loskene was in his quarters, peering out his windows and seeing the work bees making repairs to the Jefferson, and to the Lionheart. Loskene: Loskene's log, stardate 900415.76. The Jefferson has arrived at Starbase, and we are finally taking a break. It has been far too long. Most of the crew have taken off for the starbase for their leisure. I, however, am overseeing repairs. Loskene opened his drawer and took out a padd. On it were the latest updates to the ships roster. He started looking at it and he felt sick to his stomach. Loskene: To hell with this, I need a break. Loskene got up and headed for the access tube. It was a quick walk over to the starbase. Not sure where to go, Loskene consulted the computer. Loskene: Computer, where's...what's the place called...Plax's bar and grille? Computer: Location: Deck 15, Section 10. Loskene headed down for the bar and grille, he had not seen that place in months.
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Post by penny on Apr 17, 2004 8:55:14 GMT
Penny sagged quietly across the bar. She was too exhausted to sleep, so had come here looking for a little company and alcohol. Having found none of the former, she was currently contenting herself with a small amount of the latter, in the form of a pint of larger, a drink she’d been introduced to by her Aunt Eva and had grown to like in recent years. She cast her eyes around the room, briefly considering joining the card game in the corner, but their closed, anti-social body language suggested that they were not seeking outside attention, plus the fact that the last person who had asked to join in had just hobbled out of the room, supported by two medics. She was just resigning herself to an evening of solitude, when a familiar face walked (as did the rest of the person). Catching the Commodore’s eye, she waved and he made his way over. “Do you want to join me for a drink sir, or have you other plans?” “I think I can manage one drink, Ensign.” he smiled. “So, what’ll it be?” OFF: Not exactly the longest post ever, and I’m sorry I’ve been quiet for so long, you’d think I’d have more time in the holidays, not less! Captain, if you wish to join me, feel free, otherwise you can tell me to clear off!
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Post by Loskene on Apr 17, 2004 10:30:46 GMT
Loskene got up and slammed his fist on the counter of the bar several times.
A short strange looking alien came out, he looked very groggy and half asleep.
Alien: Yeah yeah yeah....Whatisit...
Loskene: Plax. Your still here?
Plax: ... You-- wait, I know...You are.....One sec, I don't forget names...Err..... um...
Loskene: Loskene, walnut brain.
Plax: Loskene.
Plax grinned and gave Loskene a slap on the arm.
Plax: How are you old friend? What have you been up to?
Loskene: Oh, nothing in particular. Starfleet missions.
Plax: Yeah, and that's all your gonna tell me, right?
Loskene: Yeah.
Plax: I'm always in the dark nowadays. My sister recently passed away.
Loskene: Sorry to hear that, Plax.
Plax: Ahh....it was long ago. She was ill and we all knew it was coming. She died with a bottle of Romulan ale by her side. She went happily....No wait, that wasn't my sister...That was my sister's friend...
Loskene: Er...Well listen, can I get two drinks. One for me and one for the doc over there?
Plax: Yeah, what'll it be?
Loskene: What's todays special ale?
Plax: None of that synthehol crap they're always feeding ya. This is very good... Malurian Rum.
Loskene: How potent is this stuff? I don't-
Plax: Oh, it's potent enough, my friend. I used to have a chart that showed the maximum tolerance amount for various species. For humans it's one of these.
Plax presented a very small glass and pushed it towards Loskene.
Plax: Now for you my friend, I don't know. I'm sure you can do much better. ahaha.
Loskene: Just give me the same please, Plax.
Plax: Here ya are.
Loskene: Thanks Plax. I'll make sure and stop by before I leave.
Loskene headed back to a table and sat down next to Morris.
Morris: That's it?
Loskene: Anymore and you'll end up with the worst headache of your life.
Morris: Well, that's fair enough. So, who is he?
Loskene: Who, Plax?
A large crashing noise was heard behind the bar.
Plax: I'm okay!! DarDaga! PISHERPLIN! GASKOPLE!!! (Alien curses)
Loskene: An old friend. One of the first people I met when I arrived here...in this realm. He is not a wise man, he is definetely a disaster waiting to happen. But... he's always here.
Morris grinned.
Loskene: Well, drink up shall we?
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Post by aralgibson on Apr 18, 2004 17:43:08 GMT
OFF: I'm really restless here, guys. I need something to do other than sit around and sip Pina Colada's. You don't have to read the report thingy in this post if you don't want to. Its sort of long and just a overveiw cause i'm bored. ON: The cane was getting annoying. He couldn't quite walk properly yet but he wasn't limping as bad as before either so he was sort of inbetween needing the cane and not needing it. Aral walked, not limped, down the corridor toward the Security office. Henderson met him at the door. "Cmdr. I'm glad to see your feeling better." "Thank you Molly. At least I can see out of this eye again," He blinked his left eye, "But this limp is going to take a little longer." Molly nodded understandingly. "Torture isn't a pretty thing." "You'll get no argument here." Aral sighed and then went over to his desk. Its silver finish, wood paneling, and brass handles were very comforting for some reason Aral couldn't guess. "Hello, my desk." He said and ran his hand over the smooth surface. It wasn't a starfleet regulation desk. He had it imported from Bajor. He pulled out a PADD and started typing out his report to Starfleet. Suddenly the chocolate brown face of Lt. Jordan appeared around the corner. "Sir. Good to see you back sir." Aral smiled at her and continued his work. "Thank you, Chloe." Aral began to type out the report. Mission Report Stardate 1805.88 16 days ago I was taken prisoner by a hostile group of aliens. I remember the ship shaking and then myself falling to the ground. I was in the hallway with Lt. Pasek but when I awoke I was in a unfamiliar hallway and I met up with several officers i didn't recognize. Actually I didn't recognize anything. Apparently something had happened and I didn't remember anything about my previous life as Aral Gibson, I didn't know even my name at that time.
I met up with two other officers who were in the same boat as we were. We proceeded to find an alien who was who was black skinned with bluish armor and fangs. We fought him off and then found another creautre of the same race who was less agressive- he reluctantly told us who we were.
I learned of my identity and of my two companions. My first companion was Lt. Jason Brekkas, Medical officer of the USS Pride, and the other was Cmdr. Josephine Hetman First Officer of the USS Poland. I have reason to believe that neither of them made it off the alien vessal.
After learning our identities we were captured by yet another alien. We were taken to a chamber and tied to a strange chair that was capable of lifting a occupant into the air tie them to the ceiling and then evaporate leaving the occupant hanging to the ceiling by their hands. This is what was done with me. I didn't see my fellow prisoners again. My clothing was cut off me to expose bare skin. I was tortured with a leather strap and occasionally a fist. They were doing it for me to regain my memory slowly so I wouldn't know what I was saying.
After the first beating I was given a thin robe that provided no more protection from the strap. I reveiled the sheild frequencies of the Lionheart, the captains yacht but no more. I began to remember my life and within 4 days I remembered who I was. Commodore Loskene contacted me telepatheticly, I informed him where I was and what was happening. I told them not to come for me because it would lose valuble time. But they did come and during the attack, Strife Cavit, our first officer, came and rescued me.
I was too weak to walk, so against my wished she picked me up and took me to the transport spot. I was taken off the alien ship and directly to sickbay to be diagnosed with a severely damaged leg muscle and a torn achilles tendon along with a swollen area around my eye.
The Jefferson almost destroyed the alien ship but they escaped into their realm. I believe they may come back someday to carry out their invasion plan. For specs on the ship and sheild frequencies please request data from the USS Jefferson's data log.
End of Report
Cmdr. Aral Gibson CTSO, USS Jefferson
Aral looked it over. It had been hard reliving it for the writing but now it was done. He submitted it to the computer for transmission to starfleet command and then stood up. He nodded to the ensign on duty and then headed for 10 forward to find someone to talk to.
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Post by Loskene on Apr 19, 2004 1:51:16 GMT
OFF: Me as well... Mr. Barr informed me that his mission will be over soon...
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Post by Loskene on Apr 22, 2004 22:23:35 GMT
Once Loskene was done having a drink with Morris, he got up and stretched.
Loskene: It's been a long day. Talk to you later.
Morris: Good bye.
Loskene walked sluggishly back to his quarters on the Jefferson. He began to lie down... All of a sudden he saw a flash in his room. He jolted out of bed and looked around. In front of him were two figures, illuminated with a pure white light. They had huge eyes and were slender.
Loskene: What the hell...
Loskene rubbed his eyes and opened them again. The creatures were still standing there.
Figure one: <He is not human... Where are the other humans?>
Loskene: <You are telepaths...?>
Figure two: <Your calculations were incorrect. This is not Earth. Craft 11002 did not come out of the portal anywhere near here.>
Figure one: <Our calculations must have been slightly off...>
Figure two: <And what of this one? He can hear us... He is telepathic>
Loskene was able to read their minds until the aliens quickly blocked him out
Loskene: <Rachel? What is...Rachel...>
Figure One: <Yes he is...A memory wipe.>
Loskene: <No>
Loskene got up and headed for the invaders. They quickly dissapeared in a flash of white light.
Loskene: Ugh... Sigh...
Loskene quickly headed to his computer.
Loskene: Computer, give me all relative information on the word "Rachel"
Computer: 228 sources found.
Loskene: Okay, add another word in the search. "Creatures...or aliens."
Computer: Cross referencing. Rachel is a small town in Nevada. In the 20th century, Rachel was a hub for UFO enthuasists.
Loskene: ...Explain.
Computer: A military base, near Groom lake, supposedly was the site where a supposed alien craft was sent to upon crashing in a small New Mexican town. The citizens of the US had suspicions that their government was hiding knowledge of it's existence.
Loskene: Why deny knowledge? What kind of government hides things from it's citizens?
Computer: Theory: Human reaction to life elsewhere in the universe would invite mass panic.
Loskene: Those things that just came here...Are they related to those aliens.......
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Post by cavit on Apr 24, 2004 4:02:11 GMT
Strife Cavit walked off the transporter pad from her leave , her belly slightly larger than before. apearently that one night where she spent the night in paseks quarters , prodiced something she didn't expect, a child
Poking her slightly roundish belly she smiled and walked to hers and paseks quarters, setting her duffle bag by the door she found thier quarters emtpy ,
"Mike?" She called she pulled the chopsticks holding her bun in blace and let her hair fall to her shoulders , her grey eyes searched the place looking for her boyfrond ,shugging to herself she left and walked to the dresser and set down a PADD
She strode up to the bridge and strode onthe bridge and Gibson nearly faited "I though you where leaving??" he sqeaked
Strife pointed to her round belly "think I'm gonna leave mike behind with this?"
Gibson turned a shade green *Strife "The Kat" Cavit pregnant?*
"You're? " Strife nodded and smiled
she stalked off to the ready room where she found Losekne sorting out PADDS
He looked up "Welcome back"
"Thanks for keeping me on as First officer"
"You've been in starfleet as long as I have ' Loskene smiled" And I think you earned this and please don't turn it down this time thats and order" In losekens hand was shiny gold pip she was gonna go from lt comannder to a full commander
"Yes sir" Strife smiled
OFF Thank you for keeping me on as FO
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Post by aralgibson on Apr 24, 2004 4:44:03 GMT
OFF: Glad to find you back Strife. Mike know you're "pregnant"? ON: Aral felt his cheeks go warm. "W-wow. Uh... Congrats." He couldn't help glancing down at his senior officers stomach. 'She must be been at least a month', he thought to himself. He tried not to stare as she walked into Loskene's ready room. Aral had stopped limping a few days ago but his leg still hurt a little. His vision was back to 20/20 and he felt fairly good about himself. He ran a scan of the autotarget system, and found it's efficency several hundredths off. He had just began to realign the system when Loskene marched out, Strife in tow. "Set a course for the Glar system. Warp 7." "Reason sir?" "I'm not quite sure Mr. Gibson. Just do it." Aral nodded and the helmsman laid in the course." "Engage." Strife and Loskene took their seats.
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Post by Loskene on Apr 24, 2004 7:27:23 GMT
OOC: One step at a time, Lt. Cmdr Cavit. You still need to answer trivia for that extra pip. Why are we headed for the Glar sector? Oh well. Loskene: If I'm right, they're ship is in the Glar sector. Cavit: Who's ship, sir? Loskene: It's difficult to explain. I... I woke up and I saw two beings sitting right in front of me...And they started talking telepathically, mentioned Earth. I think they may be planning on going to Earth. Gibson: Why the Glar system then sir? Loskene: I can sense something there. A vessel in a state of biometric flux. Gibson: You can sense that? Loskene glanced at Gibson, with a sarcastic look on his face. Gibson: Oh, of course you can. Loskene: Those beings are composed of the same components of their ships, and the hull seems to be a strange metallic substance. The Jefferson warps through space to the Glar sector... Loskene sits in his ready room when he hears someone at the door. Loskene: Come in. Penny Morris entered the room shyly. Loskene: Yes, come in Ensign Morris. What's up? Morris: I heard that you had a strange expierence...I was wondering if you'd like to talk about it. Loskene: Hey now. Your not a counselor anymore. Morris: Maybe not, but I'm the closest thing to one at this time. Loskene: I have nothing to say. Morris: Have you ever entertained the possibility that it was just a dream...or maybe you had one drink to many that day at Plax's? Loskene: Morris... If I wasn't sure something was there I would shrug it off. But I just know that something is out there. I don't know what those things want, but I intend to find out. Morris: I've been reading up on the subject of Rachel Nevada...and I came up with a few other interesting results. But I don't think any human would not know about an alien visitation. They have occured throughout human history, even in ancient times. Loskene: So these creatures have been to Earth before? Morris: I don't know sir. Loskene: Well, I need to know. We have an oppertunity to uncover a mystery that has haunted Earth for millenia. I think it's worth taking a look at. =^=Bridge to Commodore Loskene=^= Loskene: Go ahead. =^=We are approaching the Glar system.=^= Loskene: On my way. Loskene exited the ready room and sat down. Loskene: Scan the area. Strife began to groan a bit. Loskene: Are you alright? Strife: Yeah, I think so... Loskene: Humanoid birth is such a strange concept. Strife: Well how do your people do it? Loskene: Well, we-- Gibson: Commodore, I am reading a strange fluctuation bearing 33.2 by 3.5 Loskene: On screen. The viewscreen activated. Nothing was there except thousands of stars. Loskene: Nothing. Loskene closed his eyes and concentrated... He could see something in his mind. Numbers. Loskene: .....3234555509 Gibson: Pardon me? Loskene: Those numbers...Oh...Quickly. We have the coordinates. Prepare a tractor beam set to the modulation 3.23455.5509. Gibson: Ok, it's ready. Loskene: Activate the tractor beam. The Jefferson emitted a tractor beam and it struck the coordinates. A small strange looking vessel began to phase in and out of view. Loskene: That's it! Let's take it in tow. Morris: It looks like a saucer...! Gibson: Sir, I can't hold them. They're slipping through... The disc quickly escaped the tractor beam and then darted out of view. Cavit: Wow, did you see that? I've never seen anything move that fast! Loskene: I'm not surprised. Gibson: What is it sir? Loskene: It's extra dimensional, Mr. Gibson. It can phase in and out of this dimension. Thus it is able to defy the laws of physics... Gibson: Intriuging... Cavit: Good news. Right as they were heading off, we got a set of coordinates... 0-0-1. Loskene: Earth! Cavit: Your orders? Loskene: Set a course for Earth!
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Post by penny on Apr 24, 2004 12:13:41 GMT
After leaving Loskene’s Ready Room, Penny made her way back to the sickbay. The doors slid open and she had the strangest feeling of coming home. All through the Academy, she had thought that counselling was her forte and the thing she enjoyed most. The mind was a fascinating thing, and finding and solving problems with it was so delicate, complicated, difficult, dangerous and yet excitingly fulfilling. Yet, every time she stepped into a sickbay, smelt the omnipresent disinfectant and saw the sterile sparkle of every visible surface, she had a sense of belonging. On the few occasions she had been called to help in sickbay during medical emergencies, she felt as though she was actually making a real difference, rather than helping Ensign Monroe through yet another bout of self inflicted katagelophobia. A young nurse bustled up to her, breaking her train of thought and thrusting a Padd at her. “Good new Doc,” She began while a small smile crept across Penny’s face. ‘Doc’ it fitted, somehow. “Katherine Faraday has been feeling some sensations in her left leg.” Penny nodded and marched over to the cubicle. “So,” she smiled at the young woman in the bed, “I hear you’ve regained some feeling in your leg?” “I’ve got the worst case of pins and needles I’ve every had.” The woman beamed as if this were the best thing that could ever happen to her. “That’s a good sign, it means the swelling around your spinal column may be subsiding. If I can just check your nerve responses and reflexes, now…” She took a highly technical instrument which bore a surprising resemblance to a darning needle, and began to gently press it on the sole of the woman’s foot and at various positions up her leg. She charted the progress, then said goodbye and left with her patient’s promise that she would be alerted of any changes, however slight. Next she moved on to examine a patient suffering from a sudden unexplained loss of sight. He was a Junior Engineer and was terrified that this blindness may be permanent. Penny tried to reassure him that firstly conditions such as this that occurred so suddenly were often temporary and that, even if the worst did happen, modern science offered a number of options to allow him to see once more. His fears slightly alleviated, she moved to her next patient, then the next and the next, prescribing immediate cures where it was possible, and doing what she could to relieve their symptoms where it was not. When she collapsed into the chair in her office an hour later, hoping to get five minutes off her feet, she felt… well she felt useful. As her Aunt always said, therapists had their place in life, and it was a useful one. But when you’ve got a collapsed lung, a ruptured spleen and are bleeding from fourteen new orifices at the same time, you don’t really want to analyse how your feelings of isolation during your childhood lead you to this point.
OFF: Sorry I’ve not posted for a while, I’ve had coursework. It’s handed in now, so all I have to worry about is the exams looming!
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Post by Loskene on Apr 28, 2004 0:59:55 GMT
OFF: Tag Gibson or Cavit...Or Morris if you'd like. I can't write this up myself!
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Post by Loskene on Apr 30, 2004 23:45:42 GMT
The USS Jefferson was nearing Earth. It glided past the planet Mars.
Gibson: We've lost them on sensors again...
Loskene: They are around here somewhere. Keep checking.
Gibson: There!
Loskene glanced at the view screen. The disc shaped object emitted a beam at the Jefferson.
Loskene: What is happening?
Pasek: It looks like we are being scanned.
Computers and lights on the Jefferson began to flicker and they soon lost power...
Loskene: Report!
Gibson: We are losing systems one by one. Life support is down.
Cavit: According to the computer, we will soon lose secondary systems as well!
Loskene got up from his seat.
Loskene: What is the status of that ship?
Gibson: It looks like it's just sitting there.
Loskene: Send a message to starfleet! We need reinforcements!
Cavit: Comm is down. We're nearly crippled.
Loskene: Do we still have impulse?
Cavit: Yes but not for much longer.
Loskene: Get closer to that ship.
Gibson: Cough...Losing...enviromental controls...Gasp.
Loskene began to walk towards the lift.
Cavit: Where...are you going?!
Loskene: Trust me.
Cavit: Follow...his orders...Get us...gasp...closer.
Loskene ran down to the nearest airlock. He began to enter the depressurized chamber...
Computer: Warning, safety protocols require officers to wear suits at all time when in a vacuum.
Loskene: To hell with that, override. Authorization Loskene-Machina-033.
Computer: Access granted.
Back on the bridge.
Pasek: Commander Cavit! ....pant...Los--Los---he's...exiting the airlock!!!
Cavit: Wha...How---
The door closed behind Loskene and the outer door opened.
Loskene: This is it...Let's hope this works.
Loskene allowed himself to be sucked out of the airlock.
Cavit: Oh my god...
Loskene propelled himself towards the alien ship and was able to grab onto the hull. He began to claw at the hull, trying to make a hull rupture. The material the alien ship was made of was quite strong and it took all of Loskene's strength to make a rupture.
Loskene: Come on...
Loskene was able to make a hole, large enough for him to crawl into. All of a sudden the alien ship stopped firing it's beam and phased back into another dimension with Loskene still aboard...
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Post by penny on May 1, 2004 15:56:30 GMT
The sickbay was in chaos. Penny’s infirmed patients had suffered badly from the loss of life support systems and three had deteriorated into a critical state. She was just dividing her staff into groups in order to handle the situation most effectively, when the first of the previously uninjured crew began to pour through the doors. Unconscious crewmen were wheeled in on trolleys, or slung over shoulders like sacks of potatoes. The sickbay’s comm. system started chirping madly as people from all over the ship were calling for attention. The noise level was becoming unbearable as fifty people all clamoured for Penny’s help. With a deep sigh of frustration, she grabbed an empty medical crate, pulled it into the middle of the floor and stood on top of it. Taking a deep breath, she bellowed, “Right, everybody just SHUT UP!!!!” The room fell silent. “That’s better.” She continued in a more normal voice. “All staff previously assigned to a patient, go and treat them. Now, I want all unconscious patients that have just been brought in over there…” she pointed to her right, then turned to three nurses beside her, “Janet, Mike, Cathy and Tom, get them on oxygen as quickly as possible. Any presenting with abnormal symptoms, refer immediately.” They nodded and moved to the amassing crowd to the right of the room. “Those who are conscious, but injured please go over there,” she pointed to her left, “and I want any available staff to see to them as quickly and efficiently as possible. We need all the space we can get, so any easy dispos can be sent away to rest and recover. If you need me, I’ll be around.” And with that, she jumped off the box and went to see to the most critical patients. Two of the three had now become stable, but one, a young engineer who had been admitted with respiratory problems a few days ago, had an erratic pulse and had flat-lined twice already. She moved over to the team working frantically on her. “Her oesophagus has contracted and her lungs are becoming filled with fluid.” The attending doctor reported to Penny quickly. She nodded and listened to the young woman’s breath sounds. “She needs a chest drain.” a few of the medics looked at her in surprise, “It may be an old-fashioned procedure, but it may be the only thing that can save her life.” No one seemed about to volunteer to carry out the procedure, mainly because it was unlikely that any of them knew how, seeing as it had not been taught in medical schools for many decades now. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Penny sighed, “Pass me a laser scalpel, a thin rubber tube and something to catch the fluid in.” A couple of figures ran off and moments later everything was set up for the procedure. Very carefully, she made a small incision in the left hand side of the woman’s chest then carefully inserted the tube into it. A blood-tinged mucus drained through the tube and, almost immediately, her heart rate and breathing rate began to slow and become steadier. Penny nodded, then turned to the attending and said, “She should hopefully recover now. Keep an eye on her and call me if she deteriorates again.” A large number of the walking wounded had already been treated and sent to their quarters, and many of the asphyxiation victims were regaining consciousness. Penny went round, talking briefly to staff and patients; getting reports; recommending treatment where necessary; and generally aiding the flow of patients. She then walked to her office and said, “Computer, locate all crew members currently unconscious, suffering from respiratory distress, or with raised pulses. Display names locations, and any details of symptoms on screen.” A thankfully short list appeared on the screen, which Penny immediately transferred to a Padd and took into the main sickbay. She quickly assembled pairs of medics and assigned them to patients in order of urgency. Scanning through the list again, she noticed a familiar name and instantly grabbed a random nurse to help her. After collecting a medical kit, a small oxygen tank and leaving instructions to contact her should anything happen, she ordered a site to site transport to the Bridge.
Sitting in the chair next to the Captain’s was a hunched figure gasping for breath. Penny hurried over and placed the oxygen mask over her head, murmuring, “Don’t worry, Sir, we’ll have you back on your feet in no time.” Cavit pushed the mask away, gasping, “The baby… how… how is…” “Calm down. We’ll get you both looked at, just take deep, slow breaths.” She nodded and allowed the mask to be placed over her face again. Slowly her breathing returned to normal, and the colour began to return to her face. It looked as though she was going to be all right. Penny’s only concern now was for the baby.
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Post by aralgibson on May 4, 2004 5:08:41 GMT
With Cavit down and Loskene.... -doing who knows what- Gibson jumped over the railing separating the tactical station from the command chairs.
"Report!" He yelled loudly. People seemed to barely acknoledge him.
"Com's down, weapons down, sheilds operational, helm.... impluse only." Mike shouted from behind him. A young ensign at the helm pivoted her seat around to look at the 2nd officer.
"Shouldn't we be getting out of here sir? They fire another one of those scan-slash-weapon things at us we'll be reduced to a flying peice of metal!"
From the floor, with Dr. Morris hovering over her, Strife called out, "No! We shall not leave the captain!" Aral found it slightly amusing to have Cavit shouting orders from the floor, none the less he looked at the Ensign.
"You heard her, Ensign."
"Aye, sir." The ensign said and turned back to her console. Aral looked around at the officer that had taken over at Tactical.
"Lt. Jordan, activate the sheilds." Then he looked at Mike, "Mike, scan the alien vessel continually, any sign the captain is returning or trying to contact us report it." Mike nodded in response.
"Is there any sign of them taking that thing out on us again?"
"Not as of now."
"Begin repairs!"
OFF: Your call commodore.
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Post by Loskene on May 4, 2004 6:03:18 GMT
Commodore Loskene opened his eyes and was met with a very bright light. He was disoriented and his head hurt. He winced at the bright light and looked around slowly. He couldn't tell where he was. He couldn't tell if it was a room or just a world of pure white light. But he soon realized it was a room when he saw a door slide open next to him, revealing a darkened corridor.
A being came near him.
Loskene tried to communicate with it telepathically but he was too weak. He began to speak verbally.
Loskene: What.....happ...ening...
The tall slim silver being took out a syringe of sorts and stuck it into Loskene's neck. Loskene felt no different when he was given the injection. His immune system was still working fine, and whatever they injected them with was immediately destroyed by Loskene's antibodies.
The creatures went to the other side of the room and spoke to each other telepathically, though Loskene could not hear what they were saying.
Loskene: My...ship...where... is it...
The aliens continued to speak, ignoring Loskene.
Loskene: Where....is...it? ......WHERE IS MY SHIP?!
The aliens stopped talking and stared at Loskene. Apparentely they heard him.
Loskene tried to get off of what he was lying on, a surgical table. He started to walk but instead collapsed on the floor. The aliens walked to Loskene and picked him up. They dragged him to another chamber...
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Post by aralgibson on May 7, 2004 0:31:19 GMT
OFF: Welcome onboard, Xio! After the mission we'll have a drink alright? ON: "They aren't moving, Aral, its like they're waiting for us to make the first move...." Mike said slowly, his fingers flashing across his console. Aral nodded and sat down in the captains chair. Penny summoned his attention. "Lt. Cmdr. Cavit is fine, but the baby's vital signs are fluctuating. I'm taking them to sickbay." She looked extremely worried. "By all means, Ensign Morris." The doctor initiated a site to site transport. He turned to the bridge crew, "If the aliens aren't leaving, attacking, or phasing out we should begin repairs immeadiatly, I have no idea what the commodore is doing over there, but I think it saved out lives." "Mike, try to figure out what that ship is, Ensign Xio Naeli work with engineering to get warp back on line. I'll be co-ordinating weapon repairs from the bridge here."
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Post by cavit on May 8, 2004 2:43:01 GMT
sorry i have no net again I'll post later on tonight , sorry markj *huggles and hopes he forgive the kitty*
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Post by Loskene on May 8, 2004 19:16:23 GMT
OFF: Who you calling Markj?
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Post by aralgibson on May 8, 2004 21:35:31 GMT
"The phase ship is powering their engines sir!" Xio shouted from the helm. Aral stood up immediatly.
"Follow them! We have warp correct, Ensign?" Aral shouted. Xio nodded.
"Bringing up the Engines- engaging to warp 6......7....8!"
"The ship is heading toward Earth!" Mike yelled urgently.
"Helm more speed! We have to cut them off!"
"We can't push them, sir!" Xio looked very nervous.
"They've reached Earth! Strange energy signatures are comign from the ship Aral! Sort of like a transporter!" Mike was rushing back and forth from two consoles.
"Send a message to Earth!"
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Post by Loskene on May 9, 2004 9:42:41 GMT
sorry i have no net again I'll post later on tonight , sorry markj *huggles and hopes he forgive the kitty* What ever happened to posting tonight
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Post by cavit on May 9, 2004 23:55:30 GMT
*giggles I fell asleep at the comp lol
Strife lay on the bio bed confused wondering why people in sickbay where moving up so quicly and kept reassuing here that every thing is going o be ok.
She felt doctor morris hand on hers and the surgry table go up over her ,
she finally chocked out "whats going on?"
"Don't worry commander you'll be fine" then she felt somthing touch her neck a faint hiss and every thing whent black
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Post by aralgibson on May 10, 2004 1:55:36 GMT
OFF: Penny, I don't know what you want to do but I suggest if you're bored, when you get on, to backpost saving Strife- she's ordered me *I'm serious, she threatened me * to get her back on the bridge. ON: "Lt. Cmdr." Aral nodded at Strife as she walked back onto the bridge. "Aral, whats the situation?" She sat down, wincing somewhat. "The ship has beamed someone or something down to earth. We've sent an message to starfleet making aware of the situation." "The commodore?" She asked seriously, Aral shook his head, "Damnit." From the helm Xio spoke up, "We're receiving a transmission back from Earth!" Strife straightened her uniform, "On screen." "Jefferson, this is Admiral Peters of Starfleet command. We have no information on this but it is a serious breach of planetary security. Please investigate, Peters out." "That was breif." Strife muttered before tapping her combadge, "Cavit to Morris- meet us in transporter room 3." She stomped up the ramp the turbolift, "Aral, Xio, your with me. We're beaming down to the same co-ordinates as the aliens, Mike- you have the Jefferson."
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Post by penny on May 10, 2004 17:50:40 GMT
OFF: Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet lately, but I’m back, and this is me, backposting.
ON: Strife lay on the bio bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. The screens on the wall showing the vital signs of both her and the foetus varied greatly. Hers were strong and regular; but the foetus was fluctuating and very erratic. One moment its pulse was gallopingly fast, the next it was barely keeping it alive. Penny turned to the junior doctor behind her, “We have to do something; if we don’t, the baby won’t make it.” She said simply. He nodded mutely and moved to prepare the O.R. The only hope for this minute child was a relatively new procedure. It was risky to try such an unorthodox approach, but it was the only viable choice if they wanted to save the infant, and if everything went to plan, both patients would be right as rain in no time. The theatre glistened with it’s disinfectant sheen as Cavit was wheeled in. As she was lifted onto the table, Maria caught her hand, thinking the woman was unconscious and rather surprised when she spoke. “What’s going on?” She mumbled. “Don’t worry Commander, you’ll be fine.” She said reassuringly as she pushed the hypospray into her neck, “Both of you.”
The procedure took only twenty minutes from the first incision to resealing the wound. The baby was strong and seemed as determined to stay alive as Penny was to keep it that way. The commander’s eyelids fluttered then slowly opened, blinking under the bright lights. As soon as she had grasped where she was and what was happening, she caught Penny’s hand. “The baby…” she began. “Is a true fighter.” Morris smiled, “That little kid has the Cavit spirit in it. You’re both fit and well.” Strife’s face lit up and she had to hastily brush back a tear of relief. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Don’t mention it; I was just doing my job. Now, normally I would insist you took a few days off duty…” Strife made as if to interrupt, but Penny continued hurriedly on before she could, “… but under these unusual conditions, I do not feel that either of you would be harmed by you resuming your post immediately. I’ll give you something to get rid of any post op. wooziness or aches, and just try not to over do it, OK?” The commander nodded, “And come straight to me if you have any dizziness, severe stomach pains, palpitations, faintness or other unexplained ailments, understand?” She nodded again. After having drugged her up and packed her off, Penny returned to the other umpteen people waiting for her attention.
*** A little later ***
“So, do you feel any tenderness around here…” Penny asked, gently prodding a patient in the stomach causing him to yell out, “I’ll take that as a yes then. Well, the good news is, it’s nothing major, I’ll get the nurse here…” the comm. system chirped interrupting her. =^=Cavit to Morris – meet us in transporter room 3. =^= “…to sort you out.” She finished, before tapping her comm. badge, “Very well, Sir. On my way.” She quickly gave orders to her staff on how to continue treating certain patients, then grabbed a medical kit and hurried to the Turbolift then on to transporter room three. She had no idea what she had been called for, or what she would be doing but, as always, she answered the summons without question. She’d find out what the future had in store for her soon enough; there was no need to spoil the surprise.
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Post by Loskene on May 11, 2004 13:41:16 GMT
Loskene was feeling very ill. His eyes were shut and he had trouble opening them. It was very hot, the sun was beating down on him. He opened his eyes and was greeted by a bright yellow light. He looked around and noticed that it was a barren desert. He tried standing up and nearly lost his balance.
Loskene's communicator was gone and he had no idea where he was.
"They must have left me here to die" Loskene thought.
He began to walk away...not knowing where to. A few hours later Loskene heard a loud rumble from above him. It looked like a Starfleet shuttle craft. The craft slowed down and came about and landed near Loskene.
A few officers quickly shuffled out and attended to him.
Officer: Sir?
Loskene could not see his face clearly and everything was foggy.
Officer: He needs medical attention. We should return to the ship.
Officer: Alright, take him back and come back for us.
The officers took Loskene back to the shuttle, while a woman and several others walked off.
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Post by Loskene on May 14, 2004 23:58:02 GMT
OFF: We're gonna have to wrap this up.
ON:
Commodore Loskene was lying on a bio bed. A few peopl were surrounding him including Penny Morris, Strife Cavit and a few nurses.
Loskene: Commander, you are back already? How long have I been here. I-
Cavit: You've been here for only a day. And we searched the area around Death valley. We couldn't find anything.
Loskene: And what of the craft?
Cavit: We found nothing sir.
Loskene: That's impossible.
=^=Pasek to Sickbay=^=
Cavit: Go ahead.
Pasek: We just picked up a strange trail of gas. It looks like a trail. But it mysteriously ended after the Lunar orbit.
Loskene: Have you scanned the area fully Mr. Pasek?
Pasek: Yes we have sir.
Cavit: What should we do.
Loskene: We can't do anything... And even if we found them, we'd be risking our lives to learn about them.
Cavit: You think they will come back.....?
Loskene: I hope not.
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