Loskene
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Post by Loskene on Mar 21, 2004 2:58:58 GMT
OFF: Do you understand what's going on now, Michael?
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Post by mikepasek on Mar 21, 2004 20:16:52 GMT
OFF: Yeah I got it. Just didn't have time to post these days. Been busy planing a trip to England ;D
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Post by Loskene on Mar 21, 2004 23:28:27 GMT
OFF: Ah ok, well if you plan on being away please post a LOA. I'm not sure who's here and who isn't.
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Post by Loskene on Mar 23, 2004 19:46:17 GMT
OFF: Alright, I know Michael Pasek is busy with something.
Aral, Penny? You guys still around?
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Post by penny on Mar 23, 2004 21:33:17 GMT
Penny heard the Commodore mutter something inaudible as she stared at the screen in front of her. “Sorry, sir, what was that?” She asked before turning around. As she did so, she was surprised to see his face, that had only moments ago been full of life after the excitement of their near miss, now grey and drawn. “Are you all right? Do you need to sit down, or…” “Aral Gibson’s in danger.” He repeated, his voice shaking a little. “We have to rescue him.” He looked as if he were about to charge off, so Penny put her hand out to stop him. “Slow down, sir.” She said authoritatively, “What’s going on? What do you mean, he’s in danger? How do you know?” “I heard him… He was screaming and… We need to find him.” He concluded firmly, “I can’t stand by and let him suffer.” “How are you planning to do that, sir?” Pasek asked while Morris just stood there looking rather baffled. “I don’t know, but we have to do something. I think they’re torturing him, or…” “Who’s they?” Penny was still trying to get her head around the situation in hand. “I wish I knew.” He sighed turning towards her, “But we can’t just let him…” He left the sentence hanging as he turned and marched out of the hanger towards the nearest Turbolift. Pasek and Morris looked at one another then, each finding the other looking just as confused as they themselves felt, followed mutely.
OFF: Sorry it’s both short and a long time coming, I’m just not sure which way this is going, so I thought I’d leave it open.
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Loskene
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Post by Loskene on Mar 23, 2004 23:48:08 GMT
OFF: It's ok. You can add your own twists to the story if you wish. You'll find I'm pretty easy going when it comes to people contributing their own stuff to the story.
ON:
Commodore Loskene walked up to the bridge to check on things.
Loskene: Commander Cavit, any updates?
Cavit: No sir. Still no sign of Aral. The warp nacelle repairs are going smoothly. Work should be completed in about 20 hours
Loskene: That may not be good enough. Mr. Gibson is in danger.
Cavit: Where is he?
Loskene: I'm not sure...
Pasek: Sir, the aliens were somehow able to drop our shields. I recommend modulating our shield frequency if we come into contact with them.
Loskene: Is there anyway to remodulate them automatically if we were attacked?
Pasek: I believe so. It would involve a lot of power but it would be possible to continously remodulate them.
Loskene: Alright, let's do it.
Pasek: Right away sir.
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Post by Loskene on Mar 26, 2004 17:23:09 GMT
OFF: Where is everyone?
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Post by Loskene on Mar 28, 2004 3:11:58 GMT
OFF: Okay, it's been days since anyone has posted and I am growing a little concerned. We are the flag ship of this squadron and we are supposed to be active. If you are on LOA put it in the personell office. If you're not you are considered inactive. Alpha squadron ship reports are due in a few days and I do not wish to write "Inactive" next to your names. The ship is understaffed already and I do not wish to lose any of you. Please post ASAP.
Thank you.
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Post by aralgibson on Mar 29, 2004 3:05:13 GMT
It had been 4 days since Aral had seen another human- at least, it seemed to Aral to be 4 days, he had only a vague conciousness of the time he had spent in the torture chamber. He had been given 2 periods a day with which to relieve himself, and another period with which to eat.
He was only given a small bowl about the size of a child's hand wide that contained a liquid that still evaded Aral, as to what it was.
Besides these timed periods he spent his time hanging from the ceiling in ragged robes that was cut open where the whip had slashed the thin cloth exposing his bare skin, which now took several hours after a beating before regaining feeling.
Aral now knew who he was, what he was, where he was, and why he was, but there was a few details that seemed to evade him still, such as some childhood blanks, and a few faces that still needed names.
The creatures came every day to 'extract' data from him. After relinquishing that peice of data about the Lionheart he had become determined not to let them have anymore data, no matter what they did to him.
This was the reason that his left arm was now broken and his leg was covered in blood. They had been enraged at his determination, and had given him a severe beating.
Aral was hanging from the ceiling, they had just given him his second 'bathroom break'. He was having trouble seeing straight, the most severe beating yet had taken place that morning and he was still recovering.
Through the pain and blurred images he heard a voice- a familiar voice at that.
Aral? Aral, can you hear me? Concentrate on my voice!"
The bloodied and broken man looked around for the source of the voice.
"Commodore?" He croaked hoarsely.
Aral? Aral! Concentrate on my voice, Aral!"
Aral still looked around, confused. Suddenly he remembered that his captain had telepathic powers. He concentrated on his captain and thought back.
Captain? It's me. How can I hear you?"
Thank god you're alive, man. I've established a telepathic link with you. It comes from when a couple months ago you helped me when the borg came. It established a link between us. I was able to use it to speak with you. Are you ok?
Aral thought about his response, and felt the pain in his body.
As you said, captain- I'm alive. I'm on an alien ship. That's all I know.
Aral heard his captain begin to respond but suddenly his tormentors came in. He strained to hear his captains words, straining to grasp onto the outside world, the one without the beatings but it was wrenched away by the searing pain delivered to his back. Aral moaned and allowed the wave of attacks to flow over him again.
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Post by cavit on Mar 29, 2004 20:59:19 GMT
Strife watched intentely at Loskene as he closed his eyes and concentrated on finding Gibson she held her breath and reached Mikes hand and gave it a small squeeze then he heard Loskene wisper
"Si-" Cavit becan but was cut off when loskene held up a hand silencing her
For once she shut up, slightly taken aback for his respnse but she knew it was important
OFF ' Sorry , Kinda been off in my own little world lately I'm back though
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Post by penny on Mar 30, 2004 16:43:39 GMT
Penny was sitting at her station on the Bridge, involved in a report on the screen before her, when Cavit’s voice broke into her thoughts. She looked around to see Loskene’s face creased with concentration. After a moment he suddenly gasped, staggering backwards slightly with his hands to his temples. Strife, who was closest, reached out a hand to steady him, a concerned expression on her face. “Sir, are you all right?” She asked. “It’s Aral.” He said simply, “He’s on an alien ship somewhere, he doesn’t know where.” His turned his grey, drawn face towards his First Officer, “They’re torturing him. We have to get him out of there.” “But Sir, we don’t even know where ‘there’ is.” She pointed out levellingly. “Then we have to find out.” Penny watched him as he gave orders to the crew around him. His eyes flashed with determination and his face was set hard. They had a near impossible task ahead of them, but he was going to make sure they did it, however long it took. The respect she already held for the man continued to grow as she saw the force of his personality crackling from him like static electricity being discharged. When he had finished briefing the crew, he sank into his chair, as if doing so had used his last ounce of strength. “Sir?” Penny said quietly, having moved to stand beside him, “If I’m out of line, I apologise, but you seem to have been through an ordeal and if you wish to talk about it, I’m always available.” He nodded wearily, “Thank you, Ensign. I may take you up on that offer later, but I need to rest for a moment.” She excused herself and moved back to her station, leaving Loskene rubbing his hands across his face as if trying to rid himself of this sudden exhaustion.
OFF: Many apologies for being silent so long, the dreaded coursework has been catching up with me!
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Post by Loskene on Mar 31, 2004 23:26:44 GMT
Loskene: Commander Cavit, you have the bridge. I'll be in my quarters.
Cavit: Aye sir.
Loskene walked down to his quarters, he needed peace and quiet, away from the noisy bridge and the various distractions. He sat down on his couch and closed his eyes and breathed in deep. Loskene's eyes began to change from a human's to an 8472's. His pupils began to dialate and he closed his eyes again, peering into the universe.
He could hear millions of voices from many sectors away. He could hear Klingons singing drinking songs. Ferengi playing some sort of gambling game, Romulan scientists plotting a new scheme. He concentrated even further until he isolated one voice.
"Commodore. I know you can hear me. I'm not quite sure where I am but...Wait, they're back. Sir if your there, don't try to save me! It's a trap, they're trying to bait you! They are planning something big, I---Arghh!"
Loskene suddenly lost the image of Aral.
He yet again closed his eyes. He was going to attempt to enter Aral's mind to see what he could see. Things were blurry and he couldn't make out things. Voices were distorted and the vision was fussy. Loskene sensed a sharp blow and he winced.
Loskene: Ugh! Aral, I'm here. I need you to look at the alien, I need to see it's face.
Aral heard the voice in his head and concentrated on the alien in front of him.
Loskene: I have never seen this race before...
"Sir, I overhead one of them saying something...Something about a rendevous with another ship in...I think it was sector 3...3...1....but please just forget about me, you'll be putting yourself and the Jefferson at risk!"
Loskene: Aral? Aral? Lost him again.
Loskene sat back in his couch exhausted.
Loskene: It's a long shot but....=^=Loskene to bridge, set a course for Sector 3-3-1. Maximum warp.
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Post by aralgibson on Apr 4, 2004 0:16:28 GMT
OFF: To get it moving.
ON: "Moran here, Grald." The malicious tormentor paused to answer his commanders call.
"Both of you get up to the command sector. The prisoner's ship is heading our way."
"Yesssss, Grald." Moran hissed and then gave Aral a particularly hard fist to the gut. "Be good, animal." The two alien twins exited.
Aral groaned and then tried his best to relax his tired muscles. The Jefferson was heading for the rendevous point. It meant something was going to happen.
It took him a few moments to realize he couldn't see out of one eye. He tried to blink realizing he couldn't even feel if they were responding. His hands were tied above his head to the ceiling to he couldn't touch it either.
Suddenly the room shook. After it stopped Aral remained swinging back and forth from the chain on the ceilng. Something had attacked. Then the ship shook again. They must of decloaked to attack the Jefferson.
Aral waited impatiently to find what would happen, he hoped they wouldn't come for him, it would waste valuble time to destroy the ship. The Jefferson could even be destroyed itself if they came for him.
"Damnit, don't let them come for me." He muttered, but then again he secretely hoped they would- to take him away from this place.
Aral guessed at it being 10 minutes later, the ship shaking every few seconds, that the door to the room opened and there stood Strife. The sword she had given him in her hand, and a look of a battle-starved klingon on her face.
"Damnit, Strife." he muttered with a grin.
"Nice to see you too." She responded as she get the chain holding him to the ceiling.
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Post by aralgibson on Apr 4, 2004 21:43:43 GMT
As the chain was severed from the ceiling Aral dropped heavily to the floor. Strife offered him a hand up and he took it. But as he stood he felt his legs waver and then he dropped back down to the ground. Strife frowned.
"Loskene gave me 5 minutes to get you out. You can't crawl to the transport point, Aral."
"I can too." Aral said, his voice barely recognizable. Strife shook her head, as Aral summed up what was left of his endurance and began inching toward the door. Aral felt angry at himself for not even being able to walk.
"There's going to be about 20 of those alien things outside this door. Its not going to take long for them to find those dead gaurds outside." and to Aral's horror Strife bent down and then slung him over her shoulder.
"You owe me one, Gibson." She muttered as she ran out the door and turned right. Strife stopped at a corner about 3 corridors down and then with her free hand tapped her combadge, "2 to beam out."
Aral relaxed as the familiar beam surrounded him and then finally passed out on Strife's shoulder as the Jefferson's transporter room surrounded him.
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Post by Loskene on Apr 5, 2004 0:32:59 GMT
Commodore Loskene waited in the transporter room. The transporter panel began to beep.
Officer: Sir, they're ready to come back.
Loskene: Get them out of there.
Both two officers materialzed onto the pad. Strife looked out of breath, and Aral looked just plain terrible.
Gibson: I told you...not to come after me...
Loskene: That's not how things work. My ship, my officers.
Loskene grinned. Aral nodded, one of his eyes swollen shut.
Loskene: Number one, please take Mr. Gibson to sickbay right away.
Cavit: Yes sir, c'mon Aral.
A large vibration was felt throughout the ship.
Gibson: They're still here!! They'll kill us all..........UGh...
Medic: Commander Gibson is going into arrest sir! 20 CC's of Logonarine. This will keep him sedated. Let's get him to sickbay pronto.
=^=Sir, your needed on the bridge!=^=
Loskene: On my way, Mr. Pasek.
On the bridge.
Loskene: Report!
Pasek: Things are bad!
Loskene: Define bad!
Pasek: If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be blown to bits.
Loskene: Sigh...this is a Sovereign class ship, and yet every enemy we encounter seems to outgun us! Alright, let's get out of here, maximum warp. Set a course for the nearest Starbase. Let's inform them that we may be bringing company...
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Post by Loskene on Apr 7, 2004 21:28:12 GMT
Commodore Loskene had the view screen set to view the stern of the ship. The alien ship was still in pursuit.
Cavit: They're gaining on us!
A bright flash appeared in front of the enemy ship and it suddenly vanished.
Loskene: What the? Where did it go?
Aral Gibson suddenly stood on the bridge.
Loskene: Mr. Gibson, how are you feeling?
Gibson: Better then before sir... Have I missed much?
Loskene: They...they just vanished.
Gibson: They're heading back to their realm...
Loskene: How do you know that?
Gibson: I don't know... I feel as if I was somehow connected to that ship...
Loskene: Well, what else can you tell us?
Gibson: Er... I believe they are going before their superiors and they are re-evaluating the situation.
Loskene: What Situation?
Gibson: ...Invasion I believe.
Loskene: Let's hope they think twice about what they are doing...
Gibson: They will be back sir...Maybe not today...maybe not tommorow...But I don't think we've seen the last of them.
Cavit: We are approaching the starbase sir...
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Post by ajohnson on Aug 25, 2004 17:15:25 GMT
OFF: Don't mean to be pedantic, but they don't.
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