Loskene
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Post by Loskene on Mar 7, 2004 0:22:59 GMT
Commodore Loskene was tired. Extremely tired. Over the past 48 hours he had been visiting various places all over the ship assessing damages. Even 8472's need sleep. He went over to Michael Pasek's science lab. He peered in and saw Michael's assistant tinkering with Orko.
Paseks assistant: Ah, here you go Orko. A replacement antigrav unit.
Orko: Thank you.
Loskene: Greetings.
Paseks assistant: Oh, hello sir. Didn't see you come in. Please, come closer.
Loskene: I see Orko has been giving a bath.
Paseks assistant: Yeah, I just had him cleaned. It took 2 hours but you can pratically see your reflection.
Loskene: How are you feeling?
Paseks assistant: Aside from a slight headache, I'm fine.
Loskene: And is everything ok here?
Paseks assistant: Yes, nothing was damaged, thank goodness.
Loskene: Good. Well, I must go check out sickbay.
Paseks assistant: Yeah, real mess down there.
Loskene: Good bye.
Loskene headed out of the lab and headed a few decks down to sickbay.
Loskene opened the doors to sickbay to find it crowded. Jonathan Nicholls was very busy. He was running around to various bio beds.
Nicholls: Commodore. How may I help you?
Loskene: I'm just checking in.
Nicholls: For a bio bed or for a tour?
Loskene: A report, ensign.
Nicholls: The good news is we have saved many people over the last 48 hours. The bad news is we are running out of places to hold wounded. With your permission sir, I'd like to dismiss the less critically wounded.
Loskene: By all means. We will be arriving at Starbase 149 shortly. We will recieve repairs and their medical facility is large enough to treat everyone.
The counselor entered Sickbay looking concerned.
Loskene: Ensign Morris.
Morris: Sir. I'm just here to help. A small number of people have been affected by this expierence in an emotional kind of way...I mean, it's unusual to see a man in flames running through a corridor.
Commodore Loskene stared at her looking shocked.
Morris: Sorry about that. I just wanted to give you an idea of what I'm dealing with here.
Loskene: Understood. Carry on.
Commodore Loskene had to hurry back to the bridge to see how repairs are coming.
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 8, 2004 4:16:21 GMT
Aral's eyes fluttered open. He rubbed them and groaned, "Computer- time?"
"The current time is 1300 hours."
He groaned again, 'I must have fallen asleep." Aral thought. He pulled himself into a sitting position, and then swung his feet onto the floor. His uniform was rumpled and wrinkled. Reluctantly Aral stood up and headed for the shower.
A few minutes later Aral stumbled out, not any less groggy but much better smelling.
Pulling on his uniform, he tapped his combadge, "Gibson to Security office."
"Henderson here, sir."
"Did you get that burn checked out, Molly?"
"Yes sir. Its completely healed thanks to our new doctor."
"Good, I was going to ask- whats the status of the department down there?" Molly didn't speak for a moment.
"We've lost a lot of the department sir. 13 officers." Aral slammed his fist down on the table.
"Does mercy have no meaning?" he mumbled before speaking again, "O-O-Otherwise how is the department?"
"Most of our officers are either are booked on rest, assisting medical officers with the wounded or working with engineering crews to get through the debry."
"Why didn't you just say 'its hell down here sir.'?"
"Didn't think you'd like it cmdr."
"Gibson out."
Aral walked out of his quarters now starting to wake up. Right now he didn't think that he could be much help by cluttering up his department when they really needed space, sickbay on the otherhand was always in need of help."
"Gibson to Nicholls."
"Nicholls here, Cmdr."
"Dr. how are things going down there?"
"Without using profanities sir?"
"Preferably."
"Uh... chaos, complete chaos. I need rest but i can't leave untill i get out a few of the worse cases."
"Would you like some assistance? I have free time right now and I think your department is in the most need."
"Appreciated, Cmdr."
"Gibson out."
Aral made is way to sickbay.
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Post by nicholls on Mar 8, 2004 21:00:07 GMT
Aral stepped through the doors of sickbay to observe the rabble that was bustling about the room, it was beginning to thin out however as more and more of the less critical patients were leaving to rest in their own quarters. Mr Gibson looked up sharply as he caught the sound of laughter coming from one of the beds, it came from a small boy not much older than seven, his face had been badly burnt as well as any other part of his body that Aral could see. He looked up and couldn’t help but grin himself as he watched the doctor as he juggled his medical tricorder, a hypospray and his commbadge in front of the boy before catching them all and bowing, he knelt down beside the bed, “See its no so bad in here is it?” he questioned before re-attaching his commbadge to his jacket, “Do the burn marks still sting?” The boy nodded yes, “Well don’t you worry” smiled the doctor as he injected the boy with a hypospray, “That’ll stop it and the starbase we’re going to has a special burns unit, we’ll have you up and about in no time.”
The doctor retreated to the back of the room, he felt tired and he felt giddy as he examined his own injuries that had occurred during the emergency turn, “You feeling okay doctor?” spoke Aral from behind him, The doctor turned to face him, “I’m okay, just had a bit of bump to the head that’s all” he spoke as Aral eyed the deep gash across the right hand side of the doctors forehead, “Hmmm, I’m not convinced but you’re the doctor I suppose” frowned Aral, “You needed help?” “Oh yes” jumped the doctor, “Um you can help over here, these guys don’t require anything to complicated done to them” he instructed as he marched across the room, “Excuse me” he shouted as he ploughed straight into the EMH, passing straight though him, he frowned as his head shot about the room as he tried to figure out what just happened only to observe Aral walk through him to, “Well really, some people have no manners” mumbled the EMH.
Aral stared at the patients in the beds as a frown befell his face, “There are so many children” mumbled Aral, “I know its quite sad isn’t” frowned the doctor before turning quietly to Gibson and handing him some medical equipment and walked away, “Doctor” came a small voice from one of the beds behind him “Yes young man” he smiled “Can you juggle for us too?” “Umm”, ‘I’m a little busy now’ he thought as his head raced for an answer before it clicked, “I can do better” he grinned before he retreated to his officer and retrieved a pack of cards from his desk. He caught Penny’s eye and waved her over, “Yes doctor?” she questioned “Are you busy, and I mean really busy?” “I guess not” she replied, “Why?” “You still remember the card tricks I taught you, right?” “Yes but what’s that got to do with anything?” she looked confused as Jonathan thrust the deck into her hand, “Go and amuse the children, they’re getting bored and depressed” “Me?” “Yes, I think its your duty as ships counsellor to boost morale and keep everyone happy” “Okay, but you owe me one” “Oh good another one to add to the list” he sniggered before moving across the room to the more serious patients, he pulled out his tricorder and looked down at the engineer, he suddenly felt saddened by how many people were in here but pushed it all to the back of his head before putting on a smile again, “Right Mr Denny what’s wrong with you?” he mumbled to himself.
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Post by cavit on Mar 9, 2004 19:05:20 GMT
Strife looked across the table and took a bite out of her spegetti , Mike just wolfed down his food apearently he was just as hungry as she was. "So you where born on Earth ?" Mike said between bites Strife only giggle at the site "Yes, the the unfortunate part was finding out my mother abandoned me as a little girl" "Sorry" Mike said "Don't be" Strife said The finnished thier food , talking and joking and Mike put the dishes back to the replicator to be used again then he walked across the Room to Check the time Strife had to see the commadore at 18 hundred hours he looked quickly but the next thing he knew it he was flipped around on his back on the bed and Strife looking down on him with a mischiveous look in her eyes "Err...." Mike was at a loss for words "We have two hours lets make the most of them" She started to undo his shirt buttons "Computer lights off" Mike said
********************************************* Two hours later
There was a loud crash as Strife stuggled ot get out of bed but she was tangled up in the blankets with mike and she fell face first on the floor "Oh My God I'm so late" She grabbed her dress not even bothering to do her hair up in a bun she ran out of Mike quarters without shoes , Mike got up to go wash his face stumbling ober a pair of shoes
Strife Ran thought the corridors at top speed, she zipped up the back of her dress in the turbolift "Bridge" She called She had thirty seconds to get there it stopped at the bridge and she flew out of the turbo life and shot past Aral who was leaving ot head to sick bay and nearly bowled him over. "He-" Gibsion was gonna say somthing but all he heard was a quick hi bye and a streak that looked like Srife in a pink dress that came to her knees.
She skidded to a halt in front of Loskene in the observation lounge "You twently second late Commander, a first officer should be on time " Loskene grinned
"Huh? " Strife said
sorry it was a quicky been realy busy
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Post by penny on Mar 9, 2004 20:25:53 GMT
Penny grinned to herself as Jonathan walked off. She’d been wanting to see this group of kids since she’d entered the room, but hadn’t yet had a chance. This way she had an excuse both to see them and to wind Nicholls up. “Right you lot, Dr Jonathan can do put on a pretty good show, but are you ready to see something really impressive?” They smiled with a fresh-faced delight that only a child could show after receiving such terrible injuries as her audience bore, “Good!” She continued, “Now I want someone to pick a card from the deck.” She fanned out the cards and a young girl with a broken arm and a nasty abrasion on her head drew one, “Now don’t show it to me. You lot all take a good look at it… OK? Now put it back in the deck somewhere, anywhere you like… well done, now if someone else could shuffle the deck really well for me… there you go, young sir… thank you very much. And I believe this is your card?” She held up the queen of hearts. The children all giggled shaking their heads, “No?!” She pantomimed in horror, “Well how about this one?” Again they shook their heads, this time at the six of clubs, finding her incompetence hysterically funny, “Aha!” She snapped her fingers, “That’s where it’s gone!” She put her hand by the ear of another member of her audience and produced the eight of diamonds, “Was that, your card?!” They all laughed and clapped, examining the girl’s ear to see if there were any more cards secreted in there. She then proceeded with a few more tricks of her own, throwing cards up then making them disappear in mid-air before producing them from some improbable place. By the time she left them quarter of an hour later they were much happier and now had a deck of cards and a group of friends to play with. “You’ve got a way with those kids, Doc. I ought to worry about you poaching my job.” A woman’s voice said faintly a few feet from her. Penny turned to see the teacher who was in charge of looking after these children while their parents were on duty. She was badly disfigured with a large burn down her left cheek and from beneath the blankets Penny could see that she had lost a large portion of her right arm. “What happened?” Penny asked gently, sitting beside her bed. “Oh, I’m all right, don’t waste your time on me!” She said, smiling weakly. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily! Come on, let me do my job.” Penny returned the smile gently. “OK.” She sighed, her face suddenly serious as she remembered the traumatic event, “It was when the torpedoes hit, I don’t know what was going on outside, all I know is there was this sudden explosion, really close to us. Our room is right by the hull, you see, but that also meant we were right by the impact. One minute everything was fine, the kids were all playing and working happily, then the next there was fire everywhere and the children were screaming. “It was all too confused to really know what was happening, bits of the ceiling had come away, and I was vaguely aware that I’d hurt my arm,” she indicated the mangled stump, “but my main priority was this lot. Ben, that’s the little dark haired boy that the Doctor was juggling for, he was stuck behind some burning something-or-other. The automatic systems didn’t seem to be working so I had to get a fire extinguisher to get him out. That’s how I got this.” She gestured to her burnt face, “But I managed to get them out, and that’s all that matters really, they’re safe now, and happy thanks to you and the doctor.” The woman smiled, more strongly this time. Penny, who was normally very articulate, suddenly discovered that she could find no words to say to this astounding woman, who had risked her own life to save somebody else’s children. One of the kids Penny had been entertaining, bounded (despite his limp) up to their teacher and proceeded to show her a ridiculously transparent card trick, over which she was suitably awe struck. He seemed completely oblivious to her burnt face and dismembered limb, now lying on top of the blanket wrapped in bandages. Children, Penny had noticed on more than one occasion, are astoundingly good at bouncing back, far more so than adults. “Would you be able to do me a really big favour?” The young teacher asked. “I’ll do what I can.” “Could you see if I’d be allowed to join them for a bit?” She indicated the children, “Only, their poor parents are so busy at the moment and they can’t be with them. The little mites could do with some company, and frankly so could I.” Penny nodded, “I’ll be back in a minute.” She wove her way deftly through the crowded room to Dr Nicholls, who was looking thoroughly shattered. “Would it be possible to move that young woman closer to her class?” She asked, without any of the unnecessary preamble. “I don’t want her getting out of bed yet, she’s suffered a major trauma and is in no fit state to move around. Besides, I’m worried what it might do to the mental state of those children.” “Their mental state is not going to be hindered by being three feet closer to the woman! If anything, it’ll help them cope better.” She exploded, “Look, I’m calling in that favour you owe me for looking after them, so you’d better agree.” Jonathan sighed exasperatedly, “Fine! You win! But she is to be in a wheelchair at all times, and I don’t want any of them getting over excited!” Penny threw off a mock salute, “Yes Sah!” She said with a grin. A few minutes later, the teacher was sitting amid a sea of smiling faces reading a story as if nothing bad had ever happened and the atrocious wounds covering them were merely figments of the onlookers imagination. A lovely image; if only it were true.
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Post by nicholls on Mar 11, 2004 21:28:54 GMT
Jonathan lifted his head up slowly from his patient before looking about the room with curiosity, “We’ve docked” he mumbled to himself, “What was that sir?” replied the nurse beside him, “We’ve docked, didn’t you feel the slight shudder of the floor” “No and I doubt anyone else did to, the ship is designed not to jolt when it stops” “Well I still say we’re docked, you take over I’m going to see if we can transfer some of the patients to the Starbases infirmary.”
It was true they were indeed docked, it was probably the fact that he had grown up on a Starbase that he could feel even the slightest tremors on Starships or Starbases. He marched down the umbilical cord that joined the Jefferson to the starbase and out into the docking ring, there was only one ship in dry dock at the moment it was a Galaxy II class, Jonathan stared at it registration for a few seconds, it seemed vaguely familiar, NCC-856412-C, but paid it no heed as he marched into the turbolift and ordered it to take him to the infirmary.
The infirmary was a completely different sight from his sickbay, it was empty, no patients, no nothing, the only person who was there was the chief medical officer, dozing peacefully in her office, “Hmm, hmm” Jonathan cleared his throat, but the doctor didn’t awaken. “Excuse me” he spoke but still the doctor didn’t wake up. “Oi” he finally shouted as the young lady scrunched up her eyes and wiped the sleep from them, Jonathan smiled, “Busy?” he grinned, “Err yeah I have work coming out of my ears” yawned the young lady “Jonathan Nicholls, chief medical officer, USS Jefferson” he out stretched his hand as the young lady shook it, “Lucy Carling, chief medical officer, Starbase 149" she replied, “You best get your staff together, ma’am, because we have a lot of seriously injured people waiting to come aboard” “Right you are” she finally replied as she struck her commbadge =^= All medical staff report to sickbay immediately=^= she ordered, before restriking it and barking orders to the transporter chief.
Jonathan suddenly jumped as his own commbadge chirped into life, =^= Admiral Wesker to Acting Ensign Jonathan Nicholls =^= “Yes sir?” he replied =^= Please report to Ops immediately =^= ordered the Admiral “Aye sir” he replied, before turning to Lucy with a worried glance, “We’ll be fine” she replied “We have more than enough staff” she smiled before the first of the patients began to beam in.
Ops was quiet too, ‘Does anything happen on this station’ thought Jonathan to himself as he straightened his uniform and pressed the intercom to the Admirals office, “Enter” came a voice as he walked through and was confronted by three men, Admiral Wesker, Commodore Loskene, and another gentlemen at the back of the room who was concealed within the shadows, “Ah Mr Nicholls” spoke the Admiral, “Well what can I say but congratulations, you have completed your academy training Mr Nicholls” spoke the Admiral as he threw a gold pip across the room to him, “A proper ensign now” smiled Loskene, but Jonathan looked saddened by the news he knew what was coming next, “And seeing as your training has now ceased we will have to find you a ship to serve on.” spoke Wesker, “Yes sir” frowned Nicholls, “No need to be discouraged young man you knew that you would only be assigned to the Jefferson to complete your academy work, besides we have found you a new captain, one you know very well in fact” spoke the Admiral as he waved the figure at the back of the room forward, Jonathan face beamed, “Big brother”
Hookway emerged from the shadows that concealed him and moved over to his little brother, “Hey kid, well what do you say? Want to be the Sentinels new CMO?” ‘That’s it’ Jonathans head race, ‘NCC-856412-C, USS Sentinel, no wonder that registration seemed familiar’ he turned to Loskene for confirmation, he nodded yes, “Yes sir” saluted Nicholls, “Good” spoke the Admiral, “Then we’ll send someone to transfer your things from the Jefferson to the Sentinel, good day gentlemen” Jonathan was about to leave before the Commodore out stretched his hand and Jonathan shook it, “Best of luck doctor” “Thank-you sir”
==One Hour Later==
The ensign that was wheeling Jonathans belongings down the corridor was beginning to get shaky as once again a piercing laughter went through his head, “The Sentinel is it, hah hah hah, there’s bound to be one idiot there that will make a decent host, I’ll bide my time and when the chance arrives to reanimate myself I’ll snatch it” Echo garbled to himself within his bracelet, “So the three brothers are to be reunited, how touching, heh heh heh, but in the end there will only be one brother left in this dimension and that brother is me, there time has run out.”
==USS Sentinel==
Jonathan stood and stared at the view screen as they began to move off, his brother came to join him at staring at the Jefferson, “I know your going to miss them kid, I remember doing the exact same thing when I was transferred from the USS Fang to become first officer of the USS Valiant. Its true kid you never forget the first ship your posted on, those people will always remain a part of you forever” “I knew it was only temporary I shouldn’t have got attached” replied Jonathan, “You cant help that little brother but I like to believe that things always turn out for the best, who knows you might even see them again one day” Jonathan nodded as he took one last look at of the view screen there was just some thing about that crew, he was going to miss them.
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Loskene
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Post by Loskene on Mar 12, 2004 0:46:22 GMT
OFF: Sorry for my absence these past couple of days, been really busy this week with projects etc.
ON:
Commodore Loskene was a bit surprised, his CMO was now leaving after only being on the Jefferson for a few days. But that was life. Loskene looked at his computer screen, and it displayed the time. Commander Cavit was now 10 seconds late.
He layed back in his chair and played around with an instrument. The door suddenly slid open and in walked a hectic looking Strife Cavit.
Cavit: Commander -pant- Cavit...reporting as ordered sir!
Loskene: I see. 20 seconds late as well. But I'll leave that out of your record, how does that sound?
Cavit: Thanks...
Loskene: Ok, now then...we have just arrived at the starbase. Jonathan Nicholls has recently departed. Now, I want you to go over these duty rosters for this week.
Loskene handed Strife three pads.
Loskene: Ok, now, I have to sumbit a damage report to the starbase. And here...over here is my summary of the mission, stating every event that has transpired. I'd like you to submit these logs to Starfleet command.
Loskene put 2 more pads on the table.
Loskene: Make sure that these are forwarded to an Admiral Hayes.
Cavit: Um...ok. When would you like these done by?
Loskene: I'd like these done in the next few hours. Today is a very busy day. We need to discard damaged items, reload the cargo bay. It's an overhaul, and one that we're overdue for. I know it's alot of work for your first day, but if you think you've got it bad take a look at this.
Loskene went to his desk and took out what looked like a dozen padds.
Loskene: Well, we both have our work to do, and I won't keep you from it.
Cavit: Aye sir. I'll get these done very soon.
Loskene: Good, I'll be on and off the ship, so I may not be here at all times if you should need assistance...
Cavit: I think I'll manage sir...
Loskene: Ok, that's all for now then. Talk to you later.
Strife left the Commodore's ready room with an arm full of pads.
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Post by penny on Mar 12, 2004 19:05:50 GMT
Penny was yet again making her way to the sickbay, but not, this time, to see a patient. She was hoping to catch Jonathan while he wasn’t on duty, in order to sort out some unfinished business. They had barely spoken since the revelations in the office a few days ago because of the work load both of them had had to contend with, but now that they had docked there were few patients to see and they might be able to grab a couple of minutes off duty to talk. The doors slid open revealing the now quiet sickbay, gleamingly clean as always. She made her way to one of the nurses who was doing an inventory of supplies and making a list of things needed from the replicator. “Excuse me?” She began politely. “Yes? Ah, Counsellor, what can I do for you?” He smiled brightly. “I was just wondering if you knew where Dr. Nicholls is at the moment?” “I wouldn’t have a clue…” he began. “OK, thank you very much.” She interrupted, thinking he had finished. “…except somewhere in the wilds of space.” he finished, still retaining his sunny expression. “I’m sorry?” “He’s gone, doctor. Went with the USS Sentinel this morning. Didn’t you know?” “No, I… He didn’t say anything.” She murmured quietly. “If it’s any consolation, we didn’t exactly get any fond goodbyes either. He just packed up his stuff and got whisked off sharpish. Poor lad seemed more confused than an Andromedian slug that’s been hit with a stick!” He chattered on. “Thank you for your time.” Penny said as she turned to leave, feeling much like the metaphorical slug. “Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful.” He called after her.
He’d gone. Left without so much as a goodbye. There were so many things she still needed to ask him about. Had he done anything about Echo? Who or what had been responsible for the events of the past? What had actually happened that day in the park? In the last few days she had had her perception of her own history seriously altered, and she no longer knew which parts were true and which weren’t. She returned to her room and sat on the bed, feeling rather lost and confused. Since she came aboard she had lost an enemy to gain a friend and then had lost that friend, and it was still only her first week. ‘Great,’ she thought to herself, ‘Now it looks like I’m the one who needs the counselling!’
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Post by cavit on Mar 12, 2004 19:15:45 GMT
Strife buried herself in a stack of PADD , she quickly changed into her uniform and doubled back in T'Ales old office. Sighing she grabbed the first PADD and Penny Morris walked in Strife didn't look up nor did she hear Penny come in
"Ma'am?" Penny tried to peer into her face , but her dirty blond hair covered the side of her face as Strife was completely absorbed in her work
"Hmm?" Strife looked up and smiled "Oh Mrs Morris, I didn't hear you come in "
"Here's my report ma'am, and your mother is quite the individual" Penny said
Strife's face clouded , here mom sat in the brig still refusing ot cooperate with them
"I'm sure she is " Stife said sourly
"Care to talk about it? " Penny said
The look that Strife gave her told her to drop it "....or not" Penny said
"Thanks for the report Penny , Dismissed" Strife said
"Thank you ma'am"
Not even 10 seconds she left Gibson walked in with two PADDS strife head hit the desk "Oh no not more"
Gibson looked confused then noticed the pile of PADDs on her desk ,"Should I come back later?"
"No no Just find a spot to dump them on , if you can find one" Strife said
"Thanks and congrats" He waved an walked out , resting her chin on her hand she grunted
Mike came in a minute later and to her relife with one PADD but also with food
"Though you might be hungry," HE smiled and set the plate of salad in front of her "Eat!, then worry about your work"
"Is that an order Mr Pasek? " Strife smiled and he leand in and kissed her then he looked at her for a second ".....your hair......it's down"
Strife who nornally kep it in a neat bun now had her hair down and rested just below her shoulders "Didn't have time to put it up" She smailed
"You look better with it down" Mike said and he handed her the PADD "I kept the report as short as possible, for you, makes your job a little easier"
"Thanks" Strife said and set it on the bottom her her stack like her foster mother always said save theb est for last
Mike kissed her forhead "See you after your duty shift?"
Strifre nodded taking a bite out of her salad "Yeah , who's cooking this time?"
"I Think it's your turn" Mike said , he grinned and left leaving her to her work
Gurthradav came in and handed her three PADDs "We've been working non stop to get the ship in tip top order , we've been doing the best we can with repairs but there is not a lot we can do with only one necelle"
Taking a deep breath she looked at the andriod and nodded "Just do your best ensgin, Sorry that The chief engineer was killed she was a good woman, I like her ...sort of..."
The android only nodded and said "Thank you commander Cavit , you have a good day"
Leaning back in her chair she looked out the window , the stars streaked by as Three Venus Lawerence class ships pulled the Jefferson home at warp five they where no bigger than an intrepid class they had two small stubby necells that swept forward and a third one that looked like it belonged on a soverign class in the middle In side the enormous third nacelle was the experimental Zero spcace drive , only three ships had them they where Venus Lawerence class and all three of them surrounded the ship now to bring them home she marveled at the sight they looked kinda cute in her opinion
Yawning she looked at the Chirnometer she was only two hours into her duty shift when the chime rang this time the COO and the CNO and the CMO came to deliver thier reports
"Erm....." Strife looked at all three of them , and they took note of the state of her desk and the pile of PADDs
"Is this a bad time? " Nicolls said
"No no: Find a place to set them down and I will get to them thanks" Strife said she watched them go
Sighing she looked out to see the Evdor right out her window , sleek and fast , starfleets top assault ships guided the Jefferson ome, she never felt so safe in her life
Within a minute that all Changed she noteiced the Evdor drift closer and closer the last thing she remebered was the sound of Graning metal and the tearing of the hull plates and then blackness
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Thought this would make a nice twist
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 13, 2004 18:01:28 GMT
As Aral left the frazzled looking Strife's office he heard a loud bump. He staggered on one foot and then looked around, Mike who had just came out of Strife's office too, was also a bit off balance.
"What was that?" He asked Mike.
The science officer shrugged, "No idea." Then suddenly the ship shook again. They both grasped whatever they could find and then it then even the floor beneath them was shaking none stop. Mike suddenly fell backwards. Aral had a grip on a access panel so he grabbed Mike and held on. Once Mike had regained some of his balance, which was hard considering the ship was shaking like a 7.0 on the richter scale, he also grabbed the access console.
As they held on for dear life, the ship gave a particularly violent shake, and the access panel itself broke away and the last thing Aral remembered before everything went blank was seeing the floor coming toward his face.
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The young man's eyes popped open. He felt his face. There was blood running down his lips. Sitting up he looked around. Another man, looking about 18 was stretched out on the floor several feet away. He crawled toward the sprawled figure, and then shook him. The figure groaned. Eventually sitting up. His nose was broken, he felt his own nose- it was broken as well. They looked at each other for a moment,
"Who are you?" They said together, another pause and then, "Who am I?"
For several moments they looked at each other. "Something must have happened, we are both injured." The other man said.
"Yes." He said. "We should find some way of identifying ourselves."
"OK, it'll be easier if we use something about each other, How about our clothing. The different colors must mean something."
"Right. You be Blue, and I'll be Gold. OK?" Gold said, looking around. "Look at that door there. Lets see whats inside."
Blue nodded, "Lets go." They walked toward the door and then they began to consider how they were supposed to open it. "Shouldn't there be a door knob?"
"No, look at this device." Gold said, confused.
Blue shrugged, "OK." and he put his hand on it. The door beeped. Nothing happened so Gold put his hands in the crack of the door and pulled. It slid open after a moment. A woman, in her early twenties with fairly long brown hair was walked around the room picking up little bits of metal.
"Miss," Began Gold, "Do you know who we are?"
"No, do you know who I am?"
"OK then you are in the same boat as we are." Blue said, "All we've been able to figure out is that there was some sort of accident. What should we call you?"
"What are you two calling yourselfs?"
"I'm Blue, and he's Gold, you can be Red."
"Ok." Said Red, "So where should we start?"
OFF:
I know its just like that one TNG episode, but i rillllllllllllllllllllly liked that episode. lol.....
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Post by Loskene on Mar 13, 2004 21:53:26 GMT
Commodore Loskene was on the starbase when he was contacted by Commander Cavit.
Cavit: Sir! We just collided with a ship, the USS Masumune!
Loskene: What? How?
Cavit: Unknown, Commodore.
Loskene: I'll be right there!
Loskene ran back to the Jefferson, spotting A. ensign Morris in the corridor.
Morris: Sir, what's going on?
Loskene: I haven't the slightest clue. Come with me to the bridge Ensign.
Loskene and Morris entered the bridge shortly. Michael Pasek was very busy at his station, trying to figure out what had just occured.
Pasek: Very odd, the sensors didn't detect any impact... No wonder....! According to the computer the sensors were down for 15 minutes!
Loskene: Who is on the Masumune?
Pasek: Nobody sir, it's unmanned at this time. It's not uncommon for an unmanned starship to drift if it's not tethered. The Masumune wasn't tethered because the crew will be arriving on it soon.
Loskene: The computer should have warned us...
Pasek: I don't understand it.
Loskene looked around the bridge.
Loskene: Where is Commander Gibson? I told him to remain here for this shift...
Cavit: I haven't seen him since this morning.
Loskene: Computer, locate Aral Gibson.
Computer: Aral Gibson is not on the ship.
Loskene: What...?
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 14, 2004 21:25:01 GMT
"Um, do you guys remember anything? I can't remember anything before meeting Blue." Gold said scraping dried blood off his chin.
"Nothing. Completely gone." Said Red. "But what else can we do but keep going." Red led them out of the room and back into the corridor. She looked both ways, shrugged and then turned left. They came to a stop outside a door. Cautiously Blue pushed the device by the door. It slid open and they stepped in.
"Shouldn't there be some button to push?" Gold asked, looking all over the wall.
"What would it help? We don't even know where we are going." Red said, crossing her arms. Blue scratched his chin.
"Well the build of this thing suggests that its voice command."
"And exactly what makes you think that?" Red said, annoyed.
"Just the way its built, to fit lots of people, no buttons."
Gold shrugged, "Well lets test it out." He paused nervously, "Um, scuse me, elevator, but could we be going anywhere?"
"Specify location." a voice said sharply. It was male, and slightly hoarse sounding.
"The closest one."
"Location: Deck 22." The voice said and the elevator moved. The door slid open again. A hand jumped out and headed towards Gold's head. But Gold blocked in a quick show of reflexes and then punched the attacker in the gut.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Blue asked, as the attacker, who was black skinned with bluish armor and fangs, tumbled to the floor.
"No idea. It was just reflex. I'm really wondering whats going on."
OFF: I'm busy. I'll post more later.
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 15, 2004 5:34:17 GMT
Gold looked around at his two companions, "Do you think these skills have something to do with our previous experiences?"
The familiar shrug came from Red's shoulders, "No idea. Its a possibility though. Itsnt it." As they stood there talking the creature Gold had struck down had recovered itself and was about to grab Blue by the legs when Gold noticed it and pulled Blue away from the creature.
It hissed and in a hoarse voice like the voice that had spoke in the elevator it said, "Disgusting creatures. The Grald was stupid to think you are any use. Get back down to your own deck, slobs."
They all stood stuned looking at the creature which was slowly getting to its feet, "What are you?" Red asked.
"I am not a what, animial, I am a who, and my name is Migal. Get-back-to-you-own-deck." Migal barred its fangs and extended claws.
Gold swallowed and then said defiantly, "Not untill we find out what's going on."
"NO!" Migal shrieked, "Leave now! I'll get tortured for even talking to you creatures!"
Red, Blue, and Gold had by this time huddled together defensivly. "We are not animals either, Migal. Treat us like beings."
"Will you leave?"
"Maybe." Blue said carefully.
"Good enough," Migal looked around and then pulled them into a adjuntant room, "What do you need to know?"
"Let's start with who are we?" Red asked, taking a firm command of the discussion.
Migal pulled a metal object out of his uniform and tapped it, than read like a notebook, "You, there," he said pointing at Blue, "You are Lt. Jason Brekkas of the starship Pride, Venus Lawrence class, Chief Medical officer. Multiple commendations and medical degrees. You," Migal pointed at Red, "are Cmdr. Josephine Hetman, First officer of the starship Poland Venus Lawrence class, Previously Chief Navigation officer, 10 commendations including Roddenberry Star of Excellence for the rescue of Admiral Morrison, and Navigational degree's." The creature took a breath, "And you." He pointed at Gold, "Are Cmdr. Aral Gibson, Chief Tactical and Security officer off the Jefferson, Soverign class, Multiple Commendations, and Degree's in tactical situations and personal combat." Migal stared at them. "Can you please go back to your deck now?"
"No..." Gold, no, Aral said slowly, "A few more questions."
"Hurry up then." Migal said looking around carefully.
"Why are we here if we are supposed to be on our ships?"
"The Grald has decided that the federation has become a threat to our people. We were assigned to kidnap 3 people, whoever we wanted, get their service records, interrogate them and clear their memory. Now please, please, please go back to your deck. I'm going to get caught and i won't be able to move for a month." Migal rubbed his sides.
"Did they get information out of us? Whats going to happen now?"
"They couldn't get as much as they want. But they got enough to be able to destroy all of your vessels, and thats what they are going to do. As for you peoples. They are going to see if you regain your memory and if you do they'll interogate you again. No more questions!" Migal ran and that was the last they saw of him.
OFF: So you guys are going to have to fight off these guys. muhahaha. Please rescue me in the process. My friends and me are a bit nervous over here.
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Post by Loskene on Mar 15, 2004 6:38:16 GMT
OFF: Forgive me if this post is a little like the Episode "The Expanse" Commodore Loskene had completed his report to starfleet, and he also asked the Starbase if Commander Gibson was there. No sign of him. Loskene: It's like he just vanished... Cavit: Poor guy. I hope he's ok... Loskene: Who was the last one to see him? Cavit: Doctor Nicholls I believe. Penny Morris looked up. Morris: I have spoken to John Nicholls, he hasn't seen him lately. Loskene: Curious... Meanwhile, in a Federation system known as Cartanis... A Federation colony thrived on the planet Re'er IV. It was M class, and supported all sorts of life, in other words it was a perfect place for a base, and colonies. Disaster lurked ahead... A small ship opened up some kind of vortex. The ship was strange in design, a wide vessel, with some kind of weapon that looked like a deflector dish. It approached the planet quickly, and the deflector dish weapon started to glow. Suddenly, it let loose a powerful, blue pulsating beam at the planet. The beam soon hit the planet. The planet's surface began to scorch, things vaporized, everything, all life...vanished in an instant. The atmosphere of the planet started to collapse and in a matter of seconds the world looked like a barren moon. The small ship quickly retreated and headed back to parts unknown. Back on the Jefferson. Loskene stared out his ready room. Several small repair drones hovered around the warp nacelle, slowly repairing it. A blip came from his console. Loskene: Go ahead. Cavit: Priority one message from Starfleet sir. Loskene: This can't be good. Loskene dreaded hearing that word. It made his throat dry up, because it was never good news. Loskene: Alright, put whoever wants to talk to me through. A face popped up on the screen. Voice: Commodore Loskene. This is Rear Admiral Chang. I have some disturbing news. A short time ago a federation colony was attacked in the Cartanis system. We don't know who...or what did this...But-- everything...is gone... Loskene: ...Gone? Chang: Yes... We don't know who would have the such...power. Except your race, Commodore. Loskene: My race doesn't specialize in sneak attacks, sir. And 8472 vessels do not have the technology to simply scorch a world... Although there is the Bio pulse conduit...But that's completely different. Chang: Either way, we need to find out what happened. You are the closest high ranking officer. I want you to head over to the planet and see just what's going on. Loskene: Sir. You must not be aware of the Jefferson's status. We are currently recieving a major replacement, a warp nacelle. It's not possible to take the Jefferson out there. Chang: Well find some way to get there. Loskene: Aye aye sir. Chang: Good luck, Commodore. Chang out. Commodore Loskene shut off the screen and got up. He walked over to his window, overlooking the construction. Loskene: And how am I supposed to get there... Hmm. A short time later Loskene came back onto the bridge and told everyone the situation. They were all in awe. Loskene: ...And that's all the information we have. Cavit: And just how are we supposed to get there sir? Loskene: I'm going, and I'm taking Michael Pasek and Penny Morris with me. Cavit: What about me? Loskene: Commander, I need someone to remain here. Cavit: Being the First officer sir, it's my duty to do the dirty work, not you. Loskene: Well, I would agree. But the Admiral wants me to go. Cavit: Aye sir...I'll make sure the shuttle bay is prepared. Loskene: We're not taking a shuttle. Cavit: Sir? Loskene: We are taking the Lionheart. Cavit: The Yacht? Loskene: Yes, the yacht. I've been meaning to use it again, and the yacht has advanced sensors and weapons. It may come in handy. Cavit: Alright, I'll hold down the fort. Loskene: Keep an eye out for Commander Gibson. A man cannot simply vanish into thin air. Cavit: Aye sir. Loskene, Morris and Pasek entered the turbolift. Loskene: Deck 2. Loskene and the two officers approached a door. The door had a locking device on it. Loskene: Computer, recognize voice authorization Loskene 1-1-2 delta. The door slid open and inside was the yacht, contained in a tiny bay. Pasek: Wow. Nice ship. How do we get out, I don't see any bay doors. Loskene: Look below you. Below was a long dividing line, where the bay doors converged. Pasek: Oh I see. Loskene: Yes, we just drop out of the ship from the ventral side. Ok, everyone on board. They all entered the yacht. It looked very clean, organized and smelled new. There was a small bedroom, bathroom and replicator. Morris: Can't wait til I become Captain. Loskene: Alright, let's not waste any time. Stations people. The bay doors slid open and the yacht dropped out and quickly went to warp. OFF: How many captains actually use their yacht?
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 15, 2004 19:41:01 GMT
OFF: I recall my old buddy Robert Agalacticae once borrowing Admiral McCormicks yacht.
ON:
Aral, Josephine, and Jason stood slightly scared in the dark room Migal had left them. "At least we know our names." Aral whispered.
"Yeah," Said Josephine, "Nice to meet you."
"Well we better go somewhere." Jason said.
"Not back to our own deck." Aral said defiantly. "I'm not going to wait to be tortured."
"Same here." said Josephine with Aral's stubborness.
"Then what are you suggesting?" Jason said slightly apprehensive.
"Lets go meet some people, what do you say?" Aral was grinding his teeth.
"You watch those reflexes bud, I don't want you smacking me in the face." Jason said looking at Aral who was uncounciously cracking his knuckles.
"Lets go." Josephine said.
The group walked out and slowly made there way down the corridor, hiding in rooms every time some one came by. But one creature came marching from behind them and delivered a kick to Jason's head. Jason crumpled to the floor whimpering. Aral and Josephine pulled their hands into a defensive position.
The creature pulled out a phaser and shot Jospehine. She wimpered like Jason so Aral deduced she was only stunned. "You are to big to carry, so I will keep you awake. Pick him up." Aral stooped and picked up Jason's thin frame. The creature picked up Josephine and then motioned with the phaser for Aral to walk ahead. "You were stupid to leave your deck."
Aral didn't speak.
"You'll regret it. Mark my words." Aral remained silent. They came to a room and the creature made Aral put Jason in a chair while he did the same with Josephine. "Sit down you animal." Aral looked at the phaser and then obeyed with the most reluctance he could ever remember. The creature came closer and Aral realised that the creature was going to tie him to the chair so he kicked out. The creature dodged and came closer. Aral tried to jump out of the chair but the animal forced him down. Aral struggled with all his might but the animal had the strength of a bear and the relexes of a klingon. Aral was pinned to the chair.
"You evil [word deleted]!" he shouted, struggling against the restraints as the creature tied up the unconcious Josephine and near unconcious Jason. It ignored him and then tapped an object on his chest. Aral vaguly recognized it as similiar to the one on his own chest.
"Vivad to Grald. The prisoners Migal reporrted missing are detained. Shall I summon my assistants?"
"Affirmative." a deep, deep, deep, voice whispered. In one word Aral could sense the authority embeded in it.
"How is the mission going, your highness?" Vivald asked.
"We have destroyed the base. A small ship from the Jefferson is coming our way. Get the information out of the crew member from that ship."
"Yessss your highness, Grald."
"Vivad to Maron and Jaron. Report to interrogation chamber." Vivad looked at Aral. "The reports say that you are the officer from the Jefferson. You will provide us with the information we seek. Computer begin system 567."
The chair Aral was tied to, turned into a slimy material but the ropes remained intact. The chair begain to move to a rope in the middle of the room. The ropes connected to Aral extended to the rope in the room and attatched themselves and then the chair evaporated leaving Aral hangin by his arms to the ceiling with his legs tied together. "You [word deleted]." he whispered. Knowing exactly what was going to happen. His body shook with fear.
Two larger versions of the creatures walked into the room. Slight differences but they looked like twins. "You two. This creature knows the codes and frequencies to expose the ship coming toward us. You know of the medical procedure?"
"No, Vivad." One of the twins hissed.
"His memories have been supressed but if you concentrate on such facts as the frequencies it is likely the memories will slowly resurface. Do whatever you deem necessary." Vivad said and then walked out of the room.
The two twins hissed with delight, "Yes, Vivad." Once Vivad left the creatures turned to Aral, "You will tell us the frequencies to your ships shields.
"I don't know them." Aral said, "All i know is my name." Creature 1 pulled out a large black strap that was wider at the end.
"You will tell us." Creature 2 hissed and then pulled out a knife and cut off Aral's clothing exposing bare skin. Creature 1 brought the leather strap up and Aral screamed as his back seared with white hot pain. The creature hit him 3 more times in the same spot. 10 minutes later Aral hung limply with his body red all over. He was beginning to remember something...........
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Post by Loskene on Mar 16, 2004 5:27:14 GMT
OFF: Where is everyone? The Lionheart approached the desolate planet at high warp. When it approached, they could already see the barren planet. Loskene: I'll get us into orbit. Then we can run the scans. Pasek: I'll get sensors ready. Morris: Oh my...What could have caused such a catastrophe? Loskene: It's unknown. It was obviously an attack. Morris: But who would have done such a horrible thing? Loskene: Hard to tell... No known species has this type of technology... Pasek: First set of scans coming through. Loskene: What have you found? Pasek: As Starfleet suspected, everything is gone. If Starfleet had discovered this planet only a few hours ago, we wouldn't even know that it once supported life. Loskene: Scan the vicinity for ships. Pasek: Right. . . . . . . .Nothing but us sir. OFF: Got to head off. Morris or Pasek, jump right in.
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Post by penny on Mar 16, 2004 17:14:36 GMT
The vast emptiness of space that engulfed the tiny vessel was nothing new to Penny. When she was growing up, this star-sprinkled vacuum had been a normal sight from her bedroom window, wherever her bedroom happened to be that night. Nor was it unusual to see a barren, empty planet such as this one. The thing that sent shivers down her spine was the thought that only a few hours before, it had been a thriving settlement; and that whoever… or whatever… had done this was still out there, armed to the teeth. “How are the scans coming, Pasek?” Loskene asked to break the heavy silence that had descended. “83% of the surface has now been scanned. No bio-signs have yet been discovered, though that’s hardly surprising.” He reported briefly, “But I can’t really give you the full picture until I’ve got all the information.” “Very well.” Loskene replied before the silence fell once more. Penny sat in front of a small screen, the planet revolving far below them just visible in her peripheral vision, and wondered why she had been chosen for this mission. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be here; quite the opposite, she found the whole thing oddly fascinating. It was just that it was unlikely they would find anyone who needed her counselling skills on that barbecued land beneath them. “There is an elevated level of gases including nitrogen, hydrogen and oxygen in this area,” Pasek interrupted her thoughts, “almost certainly the remains of the planet’s atmosphere, and I’m detecting a strange radiation emanating from the planet, but I’m not yet sure what it is, or what’s causing it.” “Can you find out?” Loskene prompted. “I can run a few more scans which will hopefully give us something more to work….” Penny, glancing back down at her monitor, gave a yelp of surprise that interrupted Pasek mid-sentence. Both men turned to look at her quizzically, wondering what had caused the outburst. “Sir, there’s another ship approaching us!” She reported, turning to Comdr. Loskene for instructions.
OFF: I wasn’t sure which way you wanted to take this, so I’ll leave it there for now.
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Post by mikepasek on Mar 16, 2004 21:32:33 GMT
OFF: Sorry guys, but I'm a bit confused. The commodore is posting that I'm fine and on the bridge, and, if I'm not mistaken, Cmdr. Gibson posted that I blacked out with him in the hallway. So which one is it?
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Post by Loskene on Mar 16, 2004 21:37:43 GMT
A few minutes before said attack...
Morris: Sir, permission to ask a question.
Loskene: Go ahead.
Morris: ... It's not that I'm... not deserving of being here, infact I'm very grateful. But, why bring me along?
Loskene: Well, for one thing, we were short handed.
Morris: Oh...I see sir..
Loskene: ...And because I wanted to give you the benefit of learning, and so far you have proven to be an asset to the Jefferson.
Morris: Thank you sir...
Pasek: Commodore, a ship approaching, coming up from behind!
Loskene: Red alert! Shields up!
Pasek: They are opening fire!
Loskene: Ms. Morris, the torpedo launch panel is over there, activate it.
Morris: Yes sir.
Morris rushed over, and pushed the panel.
3 quantum torpedos launched from the aft of the ship. Two of the torpedoes missed the small, maneuvarable ship and one of them hit. However, the torpedo only hit the shields.
Pasek: Let me get in there, Ensign Morris? Thanks.... Sir, one of the torpedoes hit the target but their shields are still at 70%.
Morris: Sir, this console is acting strangely.
Pasek: Oh no...
Loskene: What?
Pasek: Our shields, they're failing!
The alien ship opened fire and sparks flew, the Lionheart shook violentely.
Loskene: Quickly, activate the secondary shields.
Pasek: Secondary shields?
Loskene: I'll show you the specs later, do it!
Pasek: Aye sir!
Loskene: Are they working?
Pasek: Yes sir, but I don't recommend staying here!
Loskene: I'm forced to agree with you, get us out of here!
The Lionheart quickly flew away at warp speed, and the alien ship cloaked once more...
Loskene: How the hell did they know our shield frequency?? That information isn't given out to anyone except the XO and CTSO...
Pasek and Morris looked down, confused as Loskene shrugged his shoulders.
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Post by Loskene on Mar 16, 2004 21:40:45 GMT
OFF: Sorry guys, but I'm a bit confused. The commodore is posting that I'm fine and on the bridge, and, if I'm not mistaken, Cmdr. Gibson posted that I blacked out with him in the hallway. So which one is it? No, you didn't black out in the hallway, you managed to regain your balance. And your on my yacht along with Penny Morris.
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Post by cavit on Mar 17, 2004 4:03:29 GMT
OOC : I'm sorry I should have requested some leave but I didn't , I'm kinda dealing with somethings right now , unfortunately I am kinda horrifed at some of the recent events I'll try and post tomorrow,
Thank you Kat
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Post by Loskene on Mar 17, 2004 6:29:11 GMT
Understood. Sorry if things aren't going too well for you...
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 17, 2004 16:54:05 GMT
OFF:
Mike,
I was going to have you as Blue (now Jason) in the corridor with me, and Red (josephine) was going to be Strife, but when the Commodore posted both of you on the bridge I abandoned the idea.
ON: [glow=red,2,300]A few minutes before the attack.[/glow]
"I don't remember!!!!" Aral screamed as the leather strap hit him over the shoulder and neck.
"According to our boss," Garon kicked him in the small of the back, "You will remember, if we persist, which me and my brother are happy to do."
"Now," hissed Jaron, "The shield frequency for the Lionheart."
As Aral opened his mouth to respond that he didn't remember Garon punched him in the gut. He gasped and did the best he could, being tied up to protect it from another attack.
But he suddenly saw an image, and then another image. It looked like two people he knew..... Christian? Who was that? Someone he knew? His face was long and he looked fairly skinny. He was wearing an earring that had a chain. His brother! It was his brother, a human living on Bajor, Christian!
Remembering this brought two emotions, happiness and fear. If he was remembering this.... he might find the frequency in his brain and they would force it out.
"He's remembering Jaron," Maron hissed, "He's remembering, Hit him again."
"No, please, no...." Aral gasped before another fist was drove into his stomach. Images, more than before, people, his mother and father. Then he saw a woman sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, withing people buzzing around her. A previous Captain, her name was McCormick. Then another man sitting in a room, with long silvery hair. Loskene was his name. Images were rushing in, he yelled and he recieved another attack this time to the head.
"The frequency, you worthless animal!" Maron shouted at him. He couldn't see anything. Blood was in his eyes, and then to his horror he remembered a number, 1589.5634.
"No!" He screamed, "I can't let you kill my captain!" He knew this was the wrong thing to say even as he said it, they knew that he was remembering now.
"The frequency! Tell us now!" Jaron screamed-or was it Maron?- he couldn't see through the blood in his eyes. He felt hands gripping his shoulders. "Now! You filthy human!" From behind Aral recieved an attack from the strap on his back. It was going numb. Then an attack on the back of his thigh. They hadn't hit him there before- so it stung like nothing he remembered, His scream echoed this time. Then they hit him over and over the strap hit him everywhere and his scream was continuous. The pain was unbearable, for someone he didn't even know he was doing this.
"Stop! Please stop!" he managed, but the hits didn't stop. These hits lasted several minutes and only stopped when Aral screamed, "1589.5634!"
Immeadiatly the beating stopped, "Very good," he heard one of them say, "You better build up your strength, human, the Grald will be requiring more information from you." Suddenly Aral felt himself drop to the ground- the chains connected to his hands and the cealing had been released. He was laying in a pile with the two looking down at him, "Here put this on, animal." They through a black robe ontop of him and left to give the Grald the frequency codes.
Aral hung his head, who would be hurt because of his weakness?
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Post by Loskene on Mar 18, 2004 0:03:39 GMT
OFF: Oops. Well, things don't always go as planned, I suppose. And btw, I don't have silver hair, I have brown hair. ;D ON: On the alien ship... Jaron: I suppose we underestimated your captains ship... Gibson: Haha. Did I forget to mention that his yacht had secondary shields? Jaron: Silence animal! Meanwhile. The Yacht, still headed back to the starbase is still under repair. Loskene: What a mess. Pasek: At least we got out of there when we did. Loskene: Hm... Morris: Everything ok sir? Loskene: For a moment I sensed something. It was a voice, screaming in horrible pain... It sounded familiar... Morris: ... Looks like we are coming up on the Starbase. Loskene didn't answer and stared blankly at a bulkhead. That voice...sounded very familiar. Loskene finally figured it out. It sounded like one of his officers, Aral Gibson. Loskene: Aral Gibson is in danger....
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 18, 2004 16:10:09 GMT
OFF: Argh, not according to strife you don't lol. kidding-joke-kidding.
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