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Post by tagert on Feb 10, 2008 8:38:32 GMT
Tom could hear the Doctor speaking with Reynolds. He figured Matt wasn't going to have the shields up any time soon with Van Breughel standing over him scanning his wounds, so the Lieutenant decided to try and help speed along repairs as much as he could.
Doo, De, Dreet, Doot, Doo... DROOT, DROOT, DROOT... 'Well that bypass was fused.' Tom thought. He fidgeted with the opps panel again. Deet, Doot, Doot, Dreet, Doot... DROOT, DROOT, DROOT... Number two bypass also fused... Beep, Bo, Beet, Boo, Bum, Dooooo... Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeet... He smacked his fist on his panel depressing the stuck button, his cheeks turned red as he noticed the people looking at him. "...Stuck button... Sorry." He cleared his throat and went back to checking the third bypass. Beep, Bo, Beet, Boo, Bum, Do, Dee, Dumm...DROOT, DROOT, DROOT... 'Damn.' He thought to himself 'if the third bypass is fused then it will have to be rerouted.'
Beet, Doo, Doo... Greeeegroooo... 'Well that will work,' Tom smirked 'As long as commander Garrett doesn't mind that I used the communications grid.' He did a diagnostic of the shield systems. Port, aft and forward shields were holding at 76% But the Starboard side was not charging they were setting at 13% "Commander. I have shields back... But... I routed them trough long range communication. With the shields up we won't be able to send any messages for help, till Commander T'ress gets the shields energy bypasses replaced. They've all been fused, believe it or not."
Tag Garrett
"Oh. Also the starboard shield generator is damaged the emitter is probably going to have to be replaced, or there is a physical blockage or some debris on it."
Tag Garrett
Romulan Scout Ship Surreal:
There were not many decks on a scout vessel. Calling these "the lower decks" made it sound like his ship was bigger, in actuality Darius could run this ship by him self, the surreal was really just a shuttle with four decks. Darius was thinking about his crew, his wife, and his Daughter that was born three weeks after he had left on his mission to this Damned mine field. Now he was going to die cold in space without ever seeing the fruits of his toil. Rena his wife had been so loyal it was very uncommon to find a Romulan woman that was as loving as her to a man as plain as he was. She had bore him a daughter for him to love and now he was never going to see her.
He thought to him self for a minute, 'long range communication was being blocked by the radiation there was no way that Jombis could tell the Tal-Shiar anything that was happening here' he could kill him then claim it an accident he trusted his bridge crew not to talk, that was the way of the Romulan: listen always but only tell what you know when asked... or when it could get you a promotion. Maybe he would have to take a different approach, he didn't trust his crew with his life.
"Sub commander! I must have a word with you." Darius spoke into his communicator. He had a plan to make it look like an accident.
Just as Tom was finished explaining the shield situation he could hear the hum of a transporter beam, it wasn't Federation, the pitch was too high and the color was more of a UV Purple than Blue. "Intruder Alert Intruder Alert" The computer said as a young Romulan Sub Commander materialized on the bridge with as much surprise on his face as the rest of the people on the bridge. Phasers came flying out from every where, Matt would have pulled his but he couldn't see what was going on because his view was obstructed... And the Doctor had releived him of it with his command. The confused Romulan just put his hand in the air frusterated and said, "uhh, This can't be happening."
Tag Garrett / Reynolds / Van Breughel
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2008 20:06:36 GMT
"Commander you are correct. You have more intimate knowledge of what is going on and you have already established a relationship with the Romulans." Matt replied after a short delay. "Alright Commander, I'll focus on the shields. I need you to work on the Polaric beam and deal with Darius if he should contact us again." the first officer ordered, moving from ops to the center chair.
“Aye, Sir.” Megan responded, immensely relieved that not only did Commander Reynolds take her suggestions seriously and agree with her, but also grateful that he hadn’t seemed to take her disagreement with his orders personally. That showed a mark of maturity and good leadership, which Garrett appreciated.
Moving to the science station, not making a comment on how pale Matt looked, Megan brought up the current power flow readings. There wasn’t yet enough power available to initiate scans with the beam, and even if there was the radiation would interfere with the readings, so instead, the science officer began to ensure that there was no damage to the device itself and recalibrate the resolution to operate at maximum efficiency once the problems with the power and interference were resolved. It was best to be as ready as possible.
While working on the beam, Doctor van Breughel arrived on the bridge. Megan for one was grateful to see the doctor, as Commander Reynold’s condition had grown worse the longer he sat in that chair. Garrett had reminded silent in spite of his worsening condition, as she’d already questioned him once in the last few minutes. "I take it my com call didn't get through?" Nathan queried. "Commander T'Ress has been of immense help and the threat to this crew has been eliminated. Brigadier Hrisvalar should come back on duty any time now."
“I apologize for not acknowledging your call, Doctor. We did receive it. Things have just been a bit busy.” Megan replied, though it was unclear if the doctor even heard her, as he headed straight for the command chair to check on the clearly injured first officer. A few minutes later, the science officer moved to join him, concerned about the status of Commander Reynolds.
"You'll have to take command, Commander Garrett. Commander Reynolds is in no state to make any command decisions. Until Brigadier Hrisvalar returns to duty, the bridge is yours. What has been going on anyway? What did we miss?" Nathan asked, as he continued scanning and treating the injured first officer.
“We’ve been contacted by a Romulan claiming to be on a warbird conducting experiments in the area. They offered us assistance, but we politely declined. We’ve been careful to keep the severity of our damage from being made known by staying in the radiation field created by the mine. It doesn’t appear as though the levels are high enough to cause any damage to the crew, but it’s something to keep in mind.” Megan replied before moving back towards the science station to continue work on the neutralization beam.
While the doctor worked on Matt, Megan continued her work on the Polaric device, eventually feeling fully satisfied that once the power was available and the radiation had dissipated they would be able to detect the remaining mines, as well as any vessels nearby. Now if only the repairs were almost done…
"Commander, I have shields back, but I routed them trough long range communication and with the shields up we won't be able to send any messages for help until Commander T’Ress gets the shields energy bypasses replaced. They've all been fused, believe it or not." Tagert reported.
“Excellent work, Lieutenant. Please inform engineering of the current status of the shields, so that they’ll know what’s going on and make the necessary adjustments once they’re able to get to it.” Garrett ordered.
"Oh. Also the starboard shield generator is damaged; the emitter is probably going to have to be replaced or there is a physical blockage on it." Tagert added, but before Megan could reply, a transporter beam began to appear in the center of the bridge, coalescing into the form of a Romulan Sub-Commander.
The officers on the bridge responded quickly, going for phasers to point at the clearly startled Romulan, the calm voice of the computer sounding the standard intruder alert notification. For a moment, everything went still as the newly arrived Vulcanoid froze in place, hands in the air. “Oh…this can't be happening."
With several officers on the bridge, including Megan, pointing their phasers at him, the intruder really didn’t stand much of a chance at the moment. Even so, Commander Garrett approached the Romulan cautiously. He appeared just as surprised as anyone to be onboard the Jefferson, but appearances could easily be deceiving, especially where Romulans were concerned. The officer at tactical had already discretely signaled for a security team to come to the bridge, and they would be arriving shortly. In the meantime…
Standing a few feet away, phaser in hand, Megan began questioning cautiously, even as her mind raced with the little information she already had. This man hadn’t been seen on the bridge of the vessel during communications, but being transported here clearly indicated that the Romulan ship had not left as they were told. Not only that, but how had he managed to get through the radiation and the Jefferson’s shields? The chances of such a transport being successful had to have been pretty low. It’s surprising he’d made it here in one piece.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Megan demanded coldly. He didn’t receive a chance to answer as a fully security detail arrived on the bridge at that moment. Waving for him to be quiet, Commander Garrett turned to the head of the team. “Take him to the brig. Ensure that any weapons he may have are removed and watch him carefully. Someone will be down to…talk to him shortly.” Garrett ordered, watching the still stunned looking Romulan closely as he was escorted off the bridge by the heavily armed group of officers.
Someone would need to question the intruder, whether it be Brigadier Hrisvalar or whoever the acting head of security was, perhaps even Megan herself. She had plenty of general experience with Romulans, but most had involved being asked the questions, not doing the asking. Still, if need be, the science officer felt confident enough that she would be able to manage it effectively if need be.
“Doctor, once you’re able to get Commander Reynolds to sickbay and treat him, or at least get him comfortable, I’ll need you to go down to the brig and check on our new prisoner. Make sure you keep security nearby and don’t get too close to him, but I need you to make sure he’s not injured or suffering any ill effects from transporting through the radiation before we talk to him.” Megan ordered, glancing once down at Matt before looking back up. “Let me know what you find out.”
Although their unexpected guest did make things more complicated, they still needed to continue focusing on repairs, so Megan decided to check in and see how things were going. “Engineering this is the Bridge. What’s your status?”
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Post by tagert on Feb 12, 2008 10:43:26 GMT
Lieutenant J.G. Mark Wilson held the Romulan by his arm wile Ensign DeSato kept him in check with a type II Phaser. Wilson thought it would be funny to let Ensign Bryan check the Romulan for weapons, as he was the newest member of the Jefferson's security force, and quite green beneath the collar. "Bryan check him for weapons." Mark said. "Well yes sir, But I, I, I just did sir." The Ensign bumbled. "That was with the tricorder. I want you to check this Romulan for weapons!" The security chief blared, making the Ensign flinch as well as Jombis. "I can assure you I have no weapons." the Sub Commander stated as he raised a brow, Irritated at his predicament. "You know what? I think I believe this Guy, lets take him to the shuttle bay. We'll help ya get off the ship... SHUDDUP!!!" Wilson mocked. They checked him thoroughly, then put him into a containment cell. Jombis sat there thinking, his blood boiling. Darius had called him to the CMX-09 lab seconds before he ended up... as soon as the lift doors closed... he materialized on the Federation ships bridge. His thoughts exploded in his mind. 'That Klingon blood snake, that dim witted old fool... how is this going to help our situation.' "Aaahh!!!" Jombis yelped and reached for his face as his left check cracked open and a green lesion burst fourth from it. His thought's became irrational, he started throwing himself against the force field. DeSato was left at the controls to watch there green blooded visitor. Wilson knew DeSato was a little overly cautious as a security guard, (and had an itchy trigger finger.) but that was his best quality for times like these. DeSato grunted out, "Step away from the force field Sir." Jombis just convulsed again wanting to get away from the burning in his scull. He thrust himself even more violently against the field. DeSato charged his phaser to full stun, dropped the force field, and as he was being charged, he dropped the Romulan. Jombis fell to the floor still twitching now and then. "Lt. Wilson I'm gonna need a hand in here." DeSato announced over the comm. Wilson and Bryan Both entered and help DeSato get the Romulan layed down inside the cell. "What the hell happened DeSato?" Wilson asked "You know what? I don't even want to know. When the Doctor gets here you explain it to him." Tag The good doctorTagert typed out a Txt Msg for J'Varr's PADD - =/\=Msg 4 T'ress=/\=
- I gt Shlds bk but if you chk # 1,2,n'3 BPs r fuz
- Also STBD emtr is Dmgd Oupu at 13%
- Mn wn ths is over im rdy 2 try the Rsn Sun prg agn no AIs ths tm.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Feb 13, 2008 6:04:35 GMT
It took him a few minutes to fully understand what Doctor van Breughal had done in seconds. Matthew Reynolds had just been relieved of command and there was nothing he could do about it. Knowing that his condition warranted the doctor's decision, Matt kept quiet and allowed the responsibility of command pass from his shoulders to those of Commander Garrett. Not be able to be moved, Matt continued to work from the command chair. Believing that he would be able to help in a small way, Matt was about to make a recommendation regarding the repairs when the claxons roared alive.
"Intruder Alert Intruder Alert"
"What the hell is happening?" Matt asked trying to see the intruder from his obstructed view. His answers were left unanswered as a security team arrived phasers drawn. "Crewman get out of the way!" Matt couldn't help but be baffled at the turn of events. A Romulan had just been transported aboard a Federation ship's bridge, something that should never happen. Matt was having a hard time keeping his mouth closed, he was no longer in command and it was up to Commander Garrett to decide how they needed to proceed. Only being able to be an observer, Matt took notice at the Romulans complete look of surprise.
~Order him to the brig Megan, you need to establish control of the situation~ Matt thought as Commander Garrett issued her orders to the security team.
“Doctor, once you’re able to get Commander Reynolds to sickbay and treat him, or at least get him comfortable, I’ll need you to go down to the brig and check on our new prisoner. Make sure you keep security nearby and don’t get too close to him, but I need you to make sure he’s not injured or suffering any ill effects from transporting through the radiation before we talk to him.” Megan ordered, glancing once down at Matt before looking back up. “Let me know what you find out.”
"Megan don't let him take control of the situation," Matt said proud that she handled herself so well," he seemed surprised to be on here, but it could be a trick."
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"Doctor, do you think I'm ready to be moved now?" Matt asked.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2008 21:48:31 GMT
It was mayhem all of a sudden and Nathan was too tired to even know where to look first. The guards had already taken the Romulan to the brig, without waiting for him to accompany them and Matt was now asking to be moved to sickbay. Catching Megan's annoyed look he understood she wanted the relieved first officer off the bridge.
Nathan nodded, then tapped his combadge, notifying security that he'd be down as soon as possible. "Careful commander," he warned, as he carefully pulled the injured first officer to his feet. As he was the taller man, it was fairly easy for the doctor to keep the younger man on his feet and support his full weight. Even in his exhaustion he seemed able to pull some strength from somewhere, reminding him once more that he needed to work out more often, and more frequently.
Minutes, and several stops, later, the two men entered sickbay, where Nathan handed Matt over to Hannah. "I'll be in the brig area and then I'm going home," he reported, stiffling a yawn. His eyes were burning and he was craving for some sleep but he wasn't to be going home, just yet. A little later, he stood face to face with two security officers and what appeared to be an unconscious Romulan. Beside him lay Security Officer Jombis, twitching in agony. "What happened here," the doctor demanded, kneeling beside the spasming officer. "Poison. There's nothing I can do for him, I'm sorry." As he spoke, the officer stopped spasming and lay perfectly still.
"I'm waiting," he added angrily, rising to his feet while glaring at the other security men (and women) present. "Why is my patient unconscious and why is there a security officer dead?"
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Post by tagert on Feb 14, 2008 0:56:23 GMT
"I'm waiting," he added angrily, rising to his feet while glaring at the other security men (and women) present. "Why is my patient unconscious and why is there a security officer dead?" Acting Chief of Security Wilson still catching his breath looked over at the Doc then at DeSato. DeSato Catching his breath as well said, "Well doc... I was just watching him... and he just became wild. The Romulan threw himself against the force field repeatedly so I dropped the force field and incapacitated the prisoner." He shrugged and looked towards the sealing before returning eye contact with Van Breughel, and continued "As for Bryan. I don't know... He and Lt." Lt. Wilson broke in "As for Ensign Bryan. He and myself both carried the Romulan back to his cell and put him on his bunk. Bryan grabed him under his sholders and I got his legs. Shortly before you came in Bryan did the same thing that Ensign DeSato explained the Romulan did before he was incapasitated. But I just checked the romulans pulse and other than it being rather high he is still alive." "And there's that rash on his face." DeSato spuddered. "It's oozeing" Tag Van Breughel
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2008 10:18:12 GMT
Nathan stared at the Vulcan at his feet, then at the Romulan behind the forcefield, a confused look crossing his face. If the Romulan was Jombis, then who was this poor sod at his feet? And how in the world could he have missed the distinct difference between Romulans and Vulcans, especially after having grown up with a Vulcan? After having lived with one for the better part of his life? He must be really tired, to have missed something so obvious.
"Lower the forcefield," he ordered, taking out his medical tricorder again. He positively glared at the security officers blocking his way when his order wasn't met with a desired result. "I said, lower the forcefield. I can't possibly treat him from this side of the forcefield."
"Sir, we aren't to let anyone in there alone," one of the guards retorted, though somewhat nervously.
"Well, then you're going in there with me, aren't you?" Nathan answered, too sweetly for his own tastes. Sure, the guard was cute, but also somewhat young. Young enough to be his own son at that, he mused. "If I don't get in there and treat him, then it'll be on your plates, trust me. And if Brigadier Hrisvalar finds out his prisoner died because I couldn't get in there to treat him..."
The doctor let the threat hang in the air for a few seconds. "Trust me, I've seen him angry, have been the subject of his anger too. You don't want to suffer his anger, it hurts, and I know because I speak from experience." The Andorian's hand on his throat as he was slammed to a bulkhead was still vivid in his memory, and he didn't wish that on anyone. "So, what will it be? My wrath, or his?"
He smiled sweetly as one of the guards finally complied and lowered the forcefield, long enough for him and his now bodyguard to step through. He opened the tricorder and knelt besides the unconscious Romulan lying on the floor. With two fingers, he moved the commander's head to examine the rash and the bleeding wound. "Did you touch him with anything? This looks like an allergic reaction, though I'll have to run some tests to see against what. The gash could've been caused when he ran into the forcefield."
He sat back, taking a closer look at his readings, now oblivious to both the Romulan on the floor and the guard beside him. "Hmm," he murmured as he scrolled through his scan results. "This one isn't fully Romulan," he concluded, calling up on his data on the Debrune. "This one has Debrune DNA as well." He looked up, turning to look at the men outside the cell. "Patch me through to Commander Garrett on the bridge, and get Hrisvalar in as well."
The officer nodded and complied immediately, and without question. "I have them both doctor," he reported.
"Commander, Captain...this Romulan sub-commander I'm now treating for injuries and scanning for malicious or contagious agents...there's something odd about him, he's no ordinary Romulan." He paused for effect. "Ma'am, sir, this Romulan is the carrier of Debrune DNA."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2008 19:30:23 GMT
Despite the vast size of a Soverign class vessel, and despite the good natured intentions to keep things relatively silent, news traveled vast. Very fast. T'Ress had already heard about the bit of information regarding a certain Romulan and Debrune DNA. He had an idea as to how this could be used to their advantage. However, at the moment, he had his paws tied.
Making a recovery from his rest, he had set about finishing the corrections regarding his make-shift adjustments to the environmental controls, among other aspects of the engineering systems. Again, he was floating above a corridor with levitation boots - something that he did not relish to do very often, and yet twice in this mission he already had! He had once more been suckered into flashing into an area that required him to be suspended by gases instead of scaffolding. An endless array of wires and girders danced beneath his foot paws in a dizzying effect that resembled a painting from Earth's modern art movement. It was...annoying to say the least.
However, at last, the tools he had been able to acquisition had done the job. A tricorder that was cobbled together with a piece of phaser technology had serviced as his regenerator. In the manner that a physician of this century utilized a dermal regenerator, he had utilized this make-shift appliance. The Tricorder emitted certain computer data that was intermixed with the accelerated photonic light from the beam of the phaser. As this swath of light was driven over the pipelines, an effect akin to a replicator occurred upon their surface. The ship's plans were stored within the tricorder, and were not restricted data. For this matter, he was rather fearful of what would happen should this fall into the wrong hands at this current time. It would have to be destroyed.
The ship's plans served to guide the swath that continued to lick the pipes in the manner of a serpent. As they did, the guidelines fixed them back into their intended positions. It was as if the painting were erased and placed back together - as if this section had not been damaged.
Of course, once one sector was through, more were on their way....
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Post by tamara on Feb 16, 2008 4:52:51 GMT
The boy was terrified by now, and Tamara assured him that his quarters were the best place to be right now.
"But I want to see my dad!" he said as he started crying. He toughened his upper lip as hard as he could, but the tears still came out. Freddy was incredibly strong, emotionally, for his age. One had to be if they wanted to survive on a Federation Starship. She left him at the door of Nathan's quarters, assuring that he was inside.
"I'll be back shortly!"
When the intruder alert had sounded earlier, Tamara was in mid-bite of her German chocolate cake- again, a Freddy selection. She subsequently spilled the entire lot on herself as she jumped up in fear. Normally, such an event wouldn't have panicked the Counselor. This time, however, she felt responsible for Nathan's son, and it spooked her momentarily.
Having gained her composure, and having made all reasonable efforts to remove the larger chunks of cake from her lap, she had taken Freddy to the kitchen. It was the designated emergency location for the cafeteria, and until there was an all-clear, that's where they stayed.
"Your father is fine. He's probably in sickbay. Nobody intrudes and goes to sickbay." she tried reassuring. "It's probably a sensor malfunction anyway."
There were multiple times where she had to hush security personnel as they were spreading the rumor of a Romulan intruder. The boy's sensitive ears, and sense of survival, picked up on the fact that there indeed was an intruder. It debunked the counselor's credibility until she could rebuild it by other means.
The lockdown of civilian personnel had subsided, and Tamara pulled Freddy to his feet. He was wiping his eyes of the tears that still remained, and his cheeks were still puffy and red from the ordeal that lasted only minutes.
"I want my dad." he said again, swallowing a lump in his throat that stopped him from sounding confident in his words.
"He's busy, hon," the Counselor replied, "but I'll tell you what I will do." she positioned herself so her knees were bent and she was sitting on her heals, a position that put her face to face with Freddy Van Breughel. "I'll take you back to your quarters, and I will go find your father and make sure he is alright."
She didn't give Freddy time to disagree as she grabbed his hand and walked him to his quarters.
Which brings the situation to the present, where she was now heading toward Main Sickbay, partly for answers, partly to ease Freddy Van Breughel's mind, but mostly to see if her services were needed for once.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2008 1:44:19 GMT
"Megan, don't let him take control of the situation. He seemed surprised to be on here, but it could be a trick." the first officer said, still not seeming to be quite up to speed on what was going on around him.
Glancing at Nathan, Garrett nonetheless nodded. “Agreed, I’ll keep that in mind.” As Matt asked if he could be moved to sickbay, Megan once again looked the doctor. This time the implication in her eyes was clear; it was very difficult to be in command of the bridge with the relieved-of-duty superior officer still there. Fortunately, Doctor van Breughel seemed to get the hint, and within a few minutes, Commander Reynolds had been escorted to sickbay.
With a sigh of relief, the science officer returned to her station once more and tapped her commbadge. “Garrett to T’Ress, how are the repairs coming along? Right now shields and weapons should be our top priority, although the power systems also need to be completely stabilized for us to utilize the Polaric beam.”
<Tag T’Ress>
It was only a matter of time before system started coming online, and then another decision would need to be made: how ready was ready enough? At what point would leaving the radiation and really figuring out what was going on a good idea and the level of risk acceptable? That was not exactly a moment Megan was looking forward to, even though she had a general idea of what she wanted and needed before that move would be made. Another problem, the radiation levels were beginning to dissipate on their own. Tagert had been doing a good job keeping the Jefferson in the middle of the deepest levels, but that would only last for so long. It was only a matter of time before…
The console signaling a message from the brig chimed, cutting off her thoughts and bringing news…the question was, good or bad? "Commander, Captain...this Romulan sub-commander I'm now treating for injuries and scanning for malicious or contagious agents...there's something odd about him, he's no ordinary Romulan. Ma'am, sir, this Romulan is the carrier of Debrune DNA." Nathan’s voice reported over the comm.
That was a completely unexpected and surprising development. In fact, Garrett had no idea what exactly to do with that. While pausing to allow the Captain to reply first, Megan eventually asked. “What is his condition otherwise, Doctor? Were there any harmful effects from the transport and the radiation?”
<Tag Nathan>
“When will he be conscious and ready for questioning?” the science officer asked next, as that right now was a very pressing matter. The Romulan, whoever he was, needed to be spoken to as soon as possible to try and determine what was going on here. The question still remained, who would conduct the interrogation...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2008 6:40:54 GMT
The feline purred slowly at the thoughts of him being in this cavernous region of the ship, though the area finally had looked as though it should have. It was time to go back to his 'home' so to speak of the main engineering compartment. He turned his levitation boots to the reverse direction so that he might back up in the manner that he entered. Rather than turning himself, he simply exited the exterior in a full reverse - facing forwards.
“Garrett to T’Ress, how are the repairs coming along? Right now shields and weapons should be our top priority, although the power systems also need to be completely stabilized for us to utilize the Polaric beam.”
T'Ress, having returned to engineering, heard the call on his combadge. He tapped it with a flick of his tail as he started to think of whom it may be coming from. Speaking in his cooperative, submissive manner, he immediately purred to punctuate his words.
"I am sorry - I had to get the environmental systems stabilized to make sure we would not have another issue...merrow. I have the computer organized so that the Polaric beam may draw plasma directly from the warp core - you will not have to worry about that, though I suggest you do not try to engage a warp field and ignite it at the same time. I will allow you to know when auxiliary power has been fully restored, though I will reassemble the shields as soon as I get the navigational defectors full bore..purr.."
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Silencing himself to the entire manner, he turned back to the console behind him. As much as they constricted him, he did not bother to take off the levitation boots - he never knew when they needed to be used again. He may have had to go out again in a few moments and repair something if it had not been successful as a computer subroutine.
However, the subroutine he had programmed had apparently been successful He watched the resource bar on the LCARS display before his eyes slither as though a serpent attempting to viciously capture the delicious prey on the other side. The navigational deflector circuits were coming online.
Utilizing this to his advantage, he motioned a few of the virtual controls on the screen. From the vantage point of someone outside the craft, one may perhaps have seen the dish alight once again. Though, this time, T'Ress had to adopt an old engineering practice. To utilize the navigational defectors as full shields he had to take them as a 'second skin' rather than the protective rim across it - this meant a throwback to the 23rd century.
Not that he minded that part!
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Feb 18, 2008 6:35:47 GMT
Being dumped in sickbay was a very unpleasant feeling for the first officer. Knowing that a Romulan was only a few decks away and there was nothing he could was extremely frustrating. Even though he was just a Sub-Commander, Matt was sure that the information he held would be very valuable to the Federation.
"Is there anything you can do to speed up my recovery?" Matt asked of the chief nurse.
"What you need is rest?" Hannah replied," your injuries need time to heal naturally. I can give you something for the pain and mild sedative to help you sleep."
"I don't need any sleep," Matt replied as he tried unsuccessfully to leave his biobed.
"I don't think so Commander," Hannah said as she applied the hypospray to his neck," I'll keep a tab on ship communications. If something of importance is happening I'll tell you, but only if you promise to get some rest."
"Alright," Matt said pleased that he wouldn't be kept out of the loop entirely
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"No ma'am, he doesn't appear to be otherwise harmed nor bothered by the radiation. I'm not detecting any effects of radiation poisoning. Apart from being currently unconscious, and suffering some sort of allergic reaction to something, he's as fit as the proverbial fiddle." Nathan looked down at his tricorder again, leaning over his patient to check on the rash on his face himself.
The Romulan looked young, but as Vulcans and Romulans alike had long lifespans, looks could be deceiving. The doctor guessed him to be approximately thirty to thirty-five standard years old, but not much older. Quietly, he looked around at his guard, the officer standing at stiff attention with his phaser trained on the unconscious prisoner.
"Easy up there ensign," the doctor chuckled, "Sub-Commander Jombis is unconscious and unarmed. What is he going to harm us with, the corner of his tunic?" As doctor and civillian were briefly distracted, the Romulan stirred and grabbed the doctor by the front of his tunic, his other arm wrapped around his throat.
Startled, Nathan let the still active tricorder drop from his hand, his other clawing at the arm around his throat. A strong flash of déja-vu appeared and he struggled violently, trying to kick at the Romulan. The guard stood frozen, shock on his face. "Drop the weapon, or I'll break his neck," the Romulan hissed, placing his other hand at the back of the doctor's neck to emphasize his threat.
Nathan tried to swallow, feeling the increased pressure but unable to do anything about it. "Do it," he suggested, breathing as deeply and calmly as possible, "then leave the holding cell. You know what you have to do." He cast the guard a meaninful look, hoping he'd understand. To his relief, the guard nodded, then stepped out, leaving the doctor alone with the Romulan, reactivating the forcefield when he was out.
"We'll get you out doctor," he promised, then tapped his combadge. "Bridge, we have a situation."
The doctor sighed, wondering why it was always him that was the easy bait. Was he too caring, too concerned for a prisoner's wellfare? That couldn't be it, could it, that he was too caring?" He shook his head in misery. The pressure on his throat eased until he felt the Romulan release him. Slowly, he turned. "You had nothing to fear from us," he started, "but now you have everything to lose. You took me hostage, and threatened my life."
The Romulan just stared at him, a hautain look on his face. "You were never in any danger," he snapped, "but you will be now. I require your thoughts."
"What?" Nathan now stared in disbelief, still waiting for the security guard to act upon his warning. What was this, a telepathic Romulan? Or was that genetic due to his debrune heritage? The Debrune were telepathic by default.
"I require your thoughts," Jombis repeated coldly, reaching for the doctor. Nathan stepped back, out of his reach, but he could only go so far. "Now ensign!" he called, "flood the cell!"
The Romulan got to him, but never touched him. He simply stared at the cornered doctor then smiled, showing a set of perfect white teeth. "Pathetic," he laughed, taking a step back. "How easily you are cornered, scared."
"Now wait a minute," Nathan snapped back, drawing himself up to his full height, making him a full head taller than the Romulan. "Why are you doing this?" Looking down at the Romulan, he noticed the injury had started bleeding again. Carefully, he reached forward, medical instinct taking over immediately. He brushed the Romulan's cheek, getting a feel of his skin. Other feelings kicked in at random, while he examined the stranger.
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Post by tagert on Feb 21, 2008 0:23:42 GMT
Lifting his left hand, Jombis touched the humans. The human had an odd look in his eye. Jombis wasn't sure what the human was thinking but he would soon find out along with how to get back to the surreal and kill the old fool who had (as the humans would say) Shanghaied him here on the federation ship. The motion of the Romulans right hand, could only be described as floating, as is moved toward the Humans face. His fingers fell into place. His thumb on the humans jawbone near his chin, index finger in the cheek bone, middle finger over the eye and his ring finger on the humans temple. Jombis forced the human back and wrestled his wrist back down to his waist, with the humans also firmly in his grip. "Koto... Dala... Shu...Shu." Jombis reached in to Doctor Van Brueghels mind... There was an Image of a child.... Frédéric van Breughel... much care for this child... it was his child... the mother of this child was surrounded by emotion... one of sadness... but no feelings of love... another a Vulcan child... female... then grown... his sister... Jombis Reached further into his personal thoughts looking for security codes. There was a man smiling at him. The man reached in and kissed Jombis on the mouth.Jombis pushed the thought of the humans old love back and moved on. Nathan Van Brueghel... Doctor... security codes... Omega-Delta-seven-seven-six-nine...Quarentine??? Jombis was sure that Nathan had no knowledge of the security codes he needed. He tried to leave the humans mind, but Nathan had reached into his mind somehow. Jombis was not the most skilled telepath, but Romulans weren't usually telepathic. Jombis was almost sure the human was trying to show him something. It felt odd...at first. Tag Nathan
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2008 20:42:31 GMT
Nathan froze as the Romulan's hand touched his face, first in surprise and wonder, wondering whether this Romulan was just reacting to his own touch. Then his wonder turned to fear as his arm was force down and he was pinned against the wall, the Romulan's hand still pressed against his face. He tried to struggle but the Romulan was stronger; Nathan didn't understand how, considering the sub-commander had been injured before and the doctor had done nothing to help him regain his strength.
He felt the alien's mind pour into his own and he automatically raised his mental shields, as his sister had taught him. However, he was too late and the Romulan was in his mind, sifting through memories. ~out~ he thought, struggling in vain to throw the invader from his most private thoughts. It was an exhausting and futile venture, as he was no telepath, let alone skilled at repelling invaders. In the end, he simply allowed the Romulan to seek what he needed, in the hope he wouldn't find it.
~security codes?~ he caught, then tried to shake his head. He had no knowledge of security codes or clearances, he was a civillian doctor, he had limited access to the ship systems. Instead he focused on showing the Romulan how he cared for his family, if there was anything he could show, it was that.
Outside the cell, the security officers were wondering what was going on. The doctor had given the order to flood the cell, but with what, exactly? And with the doctor now pinned helplessly against the wall and visibly engaged in a mind-meld, wasn't it too dangerous to distrupt it? "Bridge, our situation has gone worse," the officer finally reported, "the Romulan has taken control and is keeping the doctor hostage. He seems unhurt, but the Romulan's taken him in a sort of mindmeld? Ma'am since when are Romulans telepaths?"
Inside the cell, Nathan struggled again against the Romulan, trying to shove him away but he was held immobile. Instead, now he pushed out with his mind, into that of the Romulan. ~who are you?~ he demanded, making it clear that he had only wanted to help. The Romulan had now seen into his mind, and had possibly seen that he had actually admired the younger officer. ~let me go~ he demanded ~dissolve the meld before your injuries threaten to overcome you again.~
With the Romulan still injured, and bleeding again, remaining in the mindmeld was dangerous at best and Nathan wanted nothing more than to leave the cell and actually return home now. His thoughts went back to his son, now probably frightened and waiting for his father to come home.
At last, the meld dissolved and Nathan sagged against the wall, supported by the Romulan, who was still holding on to him. "Why?" he asked again, while trying to shove the Romulan aside. Why wasn't the cell flooded yet? His head was pounding and he had trouble focusing.
The officer watched, frightened. "Flood the cell," he ordered, "I don't care with what, as long as it knocks the Romulan out. Then get them both to sickbay." As the cell was flooded with anesthezine gas, the officer alerted sickbay and the bridge, warning both of the situation. Inside the cell, the Romulan and the doctor had collapsed to the deck, lying motionless in a heap. "Energise," he ordered, seeing both shapes disappear.
In sickbay, Hannah hurried forward, watching her fellow nurses strap the Romulan to a bed, while taking more care with their doctor. "Bridge, we have them. They're just knocked unconscious, and they appear to be all right. I think you should send security down here though...I think our dear doctor tried to play hero again, someone should tell him he's being stupid?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2008 8:07:09 GMT
=/\=I am sorry - I had to get the environmental systems stabilized to make sure we would not have another issue...merrow. I have the computer organized so that the Polaric beam may draw plasma directly from the warp core - you will not have to worry about that, though I suggest you do not try to engage a warp field and ignite it at the same time. I will allow you to know when auxiliary power has been fully restored, though I will reassemble the shields as soon as I get the navigational defectors full bore...purr...=/\= J’Varr replied.
“Acknowledged, Commander, and keep up the good work. Garrett out.” Megan replied closing the channel. It was very helpful to know that the Polaric beam would have such a steady power supply. That would be an immense help once the radiation cleared enough to utilize the beam and its abilities. It sounded like T’Ress had things well in hand. Hopefully it wouldn’t take much longer for the Jefferson to be back to somewhat normal operating status.
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=/\=No ma'am, he doesn't appear to be otherwise harmed nor bothered by the radiation. I'm not detecting any effects of radiation poisoning. Apart from being currently unconscious, and suffering some sort of allergic reaction to something, he's as fit as the proverbial fiddle.=/\= Nathan responded in regard to the Romulan.
“Thank you, doctor. Keep me informed. Bridge out.” Garrett replied before turning back to the sensors. At the moment, she was feeling a bit trapped and useless on the bridge. Repairs and the prisoner in the brig were currently the two most important things going on, and right now there wasn’t much Megan could do from here on the bridge. Eventually, a decision would need to be made: to stay on the bridge since that was currently her responsibility or go to the brig and interrogate the Romulan, but it was still very unclear as to which would be the correct move. At least the decision wouldn’t need to be made until the Romulan was awake.
=/\=Bridge, we have a situation.=/\=
With a sigh, Megan opened the channel. “Report.” she requested, startled to hear the guard begin to rattle off what had happened, including the current situation of the doctor being locked in a cell with the Romulan prisoner. “How did that happen?” Garrett demanded, only to hear Doctor van Breughel in the background ordering the guards to flood the cell. “You heard the doctor. Flood the cell?!”
After a few moments of silence, Megan repeated the order, only to get nothing in response. Apparently in all the confusion of what was going on, the signal had terminated. With another, more frustrated, sigh, the science officer moved to reopen the channel, only to have the brig report in once more.
=/\=Bridge, our situation has gone worse. The Romulan has taken control and is keeping the doctor hostage. He seems unhurt, but the Romulan's taken him in a sort of mind meld? Ma'am since when are Romulans telepaths?=/\=
Ignoring the question and focusing on the actual situation, Megan replied. “Didn’t you flood the cell as the doctor requested? Why are they not both unconscious?”
The moment of silence that followed made it clear that they had most certainly not, and after a few more moments of some sort of commotion, the clearly distracted and flustered guard could be heard finally ordering the cell flooded with something to knock the Romulan out. Waiting on the other end of the comm line was almost agony wondering what was going on until the security guards voice reported, “They’re both unconscious. We’re beaming them both to sickbay now.”
With a sigh of relief, Commander Garrett replied, “Understood. Send a full security team to sickbay to keep an eye on the Romulan and make sure sickbay knows to keep him sedated. I’m on my way there now. Bridge out.”
Megan had taken two steps towards the turbolift before realizing that without really thinking it entirely through, she’d just made the decision to leave the bridge. Hesitating briefly before agreeing with her rather hasty choice, the science officer resumed walking to the lift. “I’ll be in sickbay. Tagert, I want you to stay at the helm, but keep me informed and contact me before communicating with the Romulans.” she ordered, making it all the way to the turbolift door before quickly adding. “Unless the Captain or First Officer is on the bridge of course…”
Entering the car and ordering sickbay, Garrett began to pace slightly almost without even realizing she was doing it. =/\=Bridge, we have them. They're just knocked unconscious, and they appear to be all right. I think you should send security down here though...I think our dear doctor tried to play hero again, someone should tell him he's being stupid?=/\=
“Acknowledged. Security should be on their way, and I have every intention of speaking to Doctor van Breughel once he regains consciousness.” Megan replied, shaking her head with a slight smile at the nurses assessment of what had probably happened. It did seem exactly like Nathan to do just that.
Striding in to sickbay, Megan glanced around to find the Romulan, unconscious and restrained on a biobed, and Nathan, also unconscious, being cared for on another. Crossing the room to speak with the Hannah, the science officer indicated towards the Romulan. “I want you to make sure he stays sedated until further notice and keep him restrained.” Garrett ordered, glancing at the doors to sickbay as the security team of five officers entered. “You two guard the doors, while the three of you stay within sight of him. He gives you any trouble, shoot him on maximum stun. He’s not going to be pulling that little trick again.”
Turning back to Hannah, Megan added, “I’ll try and keep them out of your way, but clearly, this Romulan is a dangerous man and the security of the ship is of the utmost importance.” Glancing once again at Nathan, she added, “How is he?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2008 19:27:27 GMT
"About to wake up with one hell of a headache," Hannah reported, while turning back to her boss. "And about to regret he's been stupid," she added, nodding at the guards who approached. "You're about to yell at him too aren't you?" she asked, raising both brows up at the science chief.
"Owwww," Nathan moaned, struggling to sit up. As Hannah had predicted he was suffering a mighty headache, but that didn't keep him from sitting up. He removed the respirator from his face and coughed a few times. "That took them long enough," he murmured, then gasped as he noticed Megan glowering over him. "Oh..."
Sitting up further, he swung his legs over the edge of the biobed, but remained seated, taking note of Hannah's shake of the head. "Was there something else commander?" he asked softly, realising he could be in serious trouble now. He had breached protocol by asking his guard to leave the cell, but he had hoped to connect with this strange Romulan, reach a form of understanding especially after he had shown good faith by tending to his injuries, without the guard and without being armed himself.
Unconsciously, he rubbed his throat, where the Romulan had held him at first, and then his temple, where he still felt the pressure of the man's hand. "Where's Jombis?" he asked, sighing as security approached. "Please, walk quietly," he groaned, feeling that the guards' footsteps were too loud. "My head is pounding."
"This should help," Hannah said, pressing a hypospray against his throat. "Should keep the dizziness at bay too. The guard was a little enthusiastic at flooding the cell with that knock-out gas, concentration was higher than normal. You should begin to feel better in a few minutes." She motioned towards the guards. "Gentlemen, he's all yours."
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Post by tagert on Feb 22, 2008 20:34:25 GMT
On the Bridge of the Jefferson:
“I’ll be in sickbay. Tagert, I want you to stay at the helm, but keep me informed and contact me before communicating with the Romulans.” she ordered, making it all the way to the turbolift door before quickly adding. “Unless the Captain or First Officer is on the bridge of course…” "Yes ma'am." Tom beamed, not turning his head so anybody could see his face, but he figured any one that could see the back of his head could tell he was cheesing out over the reality of being in charge of the bridge.
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"This should help," Hannah said, pressing a hypospray against his throat. "Should keep the dizziness at bay too. The guard was a little enthusiastic at flooding the cell with that knock-out gas, concentration was higher than normal. You should begin to feel better in a few minutes." She motioned toward the guards. "Gentlemen, he's all yours."
Security Chief Lt. JG Wilson pushed to the front of the line. He had his chin up along with his chest stuck out, his musketeer beard and mustache looked funny with his jaw clenched. "What were you thinking Doc? You may not be a member of Starfleet, but when you serve aboard one of it's ships you play by the rules. What the hell were you thinking? I have a mind to put you in the Brig for breaking the Regs Mister." Megan stopped him.
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Wilson let out a heavy sigh "Sorry Ma'am. I just don't like the thought of a civilian casulty..." He paused and looked scornfully at Nathan. "wile I'm on duty as the Chief of Security." Wilson returned his gaze to The Commanders eyes. "If that is all Ma'am I need to get to work setting up a force field perimeter. I'll station guards at every adjoining junction to allow any pertinent personnel through, but I'm closing this area down to anyone that doesn't have at least Level 4 clearance."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2008 5:27:30 GMT
Megan said very little initially as the CMO regained consciousness. From the look on his face, Nathan was well aware that what he’d done was careless and stupid, but that still didn’t mean he was getting out of this without hearing about how reckless his behavior was. However, the team of security officers seemed even more intent on letting him hear about it than the science officer. "What were you thinking Doc? You may not be a member of Starfleet, but when you serve aboard one of its ships you play by the rules. What the hell were you thinking? I have a mind to put you in the Brig for breaking the regs Mister." Wilson threatened, causing Garrett to feel the need to step in, holding up her hand for him to stop.
“That’s enough, Chief. I can assure you that I am more than capable of handling this myself.” Megan informed the Lieutenant calmly sending a mild glare towards the currently silent and apparently contrite (for the time being) doctor.
"Sorry Ma'am. I just don't like the thought of a civilian casualty...while I'm on duty as the Chief of Security. If that is all Ma'am, I need to get to work setting up a force field perimeter. I'll station guards at every adjoining junction to allow any pertinent personnel through, but I'm closing this area down to anyone that doesn't have at least Level 4 clearance." the acting security chief replied.
Nodding in agreement, the science officer added, “Have the transporter room keep a lock on our guest as well. At any sign of trouble, we’ll have him beamed back to a secure cell. I don’t intend to allow him another opportunity like that.”
As the chief nodded and moved off, Megan turned her attention back to Nathan. There was a long pause as Commander Garrett observed the doctor closely, trying to decide just how much of a lecture he really needed. Allowing the silence to stretch seemed a good way to make him squirm a little, which certainly wasn’t a bad thing. Finally, after making the doctor wait through several, uncomfortable minutes of being quietly stared at, the science officer sighed deeply.
“You know perfectly well you just screwed up, so there’s no need to dwell on that. What I do want you to think about, Doctor Van Breughel, is what exactly could have happened as a result of what you did. This certainly wasn’t the worst possible outcome. You could have been killed, leaving Freddy without a father, or used by the Romulan to take over the ship, resulting in its destruction or capture. And the crew could have all ended up dead too, just from one simple error in judgment.”
The calm, almost helpful tone, became more pointed in an instant. “You are a doctor, so medicine is what you know. Therefore, the next time you’re involved in something that isn’t strictly medical, I suggest you listen to orders, follow protocol, and try to remember that your actions can have consequences far beyond what you may be able to see. Your job is to treat patients but because you’re a member of this crew, civilian or not, you’re a small part of a larger whole. You would do well to remember that. Next time, listen to what those around you have to say rather than taking it upon yourself to make a decision that you are not qualified enough to make.”
Turning sharply on her heel, Megan crossed sickbay to speak to Hannah, who appeared to be completely engrossed in restocking and organizing hyposprays, though the science officer was almost certain she’d only been listening in. “I need to speak to the prisoner as soon as possible. When will he be well enough to answer questions?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2008 21:50:21 GMT
Nathan cringed as the security guard yelled at him, fearing that the officer would drag him off and carry out his threat. Who'd take care of his son if that happened. He cringed even further whem Megan started her tirade, though in this instance he was mighty relieved that it wasn't Hrisvalar himself that had come back down to issue the telling off. If the Andorian would've come down, Nathan would've possibly feared for his life, as he was well acquainted with the Andorian's temper. He had experienced it, first hand.
"Yes ma'am," he answered at several (appropriate) instances, knowing full well that he had been wrong. "However no orders were issued in my regard. I felt Sub-Commander Jombis would trust me if the guard removed himself, however they were all positioned just outside the cell."
He paused, listening as Megan continued her warning. He felt horrible and ashamed, especially when she mentioned his son. "I'm aware of that ma'am," he answered politely, though no longer calm. He was exhausted, injured and starting to become agitated.
The doctor fell silent when the science chief directed a few questions at Hannah. "He should be coming around soon," the nurse replied, checking on her Romulan patient. "Oh wait, he's awake already."
Nathan rose from the bed, somewhat unstable on his feet as he walked over to the Romulan's bed. "You're in sickbay," he explained, "you were knocked unconscious when you attacked me. Security will speak with you in a few minutes, but I just want one question answered. Why? Why did you attack me, when I was relieving your pain and treating your injuries?"
He resisted when someone grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from the strapped down Romulan. Wrenching his arm free, he continued to stare down at the patient, impatiently waiting for an answer. Again, someone grabbed his arm, this time taking the other as well. "Leave me alone," he snapped, blinking a few times as he suddenly saw two Romulans instead of just the one. "I want to know why he attacked me. I was unarmed, and doing my job."
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Post by tamara on Feb 24, 2008 18:05:02 GMT
Tamara arrived at sickbay, only to be greeted by security officers at the door. She walked past them, nervous as to why they were there. Before she broke past the imaginary threshold created in front of the door, they sidestepped in front of her.
"Only authorized personnel, m'am," the ensign said. He was taller than the Counselor, and continued to stare over her head after he spoke. The lack of eye contact was due to the uncomfortable nature of telling someone older than he was, "no", Tamara figured. She stepped back to reconsider.
"I am the Counselor aboard this ship, you know..." she said informatively. "I just don't have my uniform on right now, technically I am off duty."
The two security personnel assigned to door detail looked at each other, verifying that they were in sync with their decision to not let anyone through with a small nod back and forth to each other. "Sorry, orders are orders."
"If I go back and get my uniform, pips, and com-badge, will you allow me to enter?" this was a bit ridiculous. Since when had they ever secured sickbay? Did Brigadier Hrisvalar go on another rampage, breaking things again? Part of her was curious to find out, the other part of her felt that her service may be of use, if indeed it was some sort of quarrel between the crew.
A few minutes had gone by, and Tamara had returned. The security guards once again found their barricade being challenged by the dark skinned woman. "You can verify my ID with my badge, no?" she asked. They didn't seem very keen on trying, however.
"Here, I'll do it for you." she said, accessing the control panel to their left. She placed the badge on the input port, and it read the information. Sure enough, a picture of Tamara Thompson, along with her record, appeared on the screen.
Upon seeing this, the security officers looked back and forth again at each other. The first one gave a look as if to ask the second, "Now what?". Without a word again, they moved to the side, the first officer making a few keystrokes, opening the door.
"Thank you." Tamara said, pleased that her efforts were not for naught.
The first person Tamara saw was Hannah, who was keeping herself busy with restocking medical supplies. It was completely unnecessary to have medical shelves stocked at a time like this, though, since items could be easily replicated. Only in emergency situations did shelves get stocked, in case replicators went offline- or, if the wounded came in faster than one could replicate.
"What's going on in here, is everyone alright?" The last time she left the medical facility, she was just cleared from quarantine. The setting, now, was completely different, and Hannah seemed to not want to be a part of it. Instead she just nodded her head, using it to point toward Doctor Van Breughel.
What a sight, too, Tamara thought. The Doctor was wiping tears from his eyes, but they did not seem to be tears of sadness. He was angry, and was demanding answers from what appeared to be a Romulan. The counselor put two and two together, realizing quickly that the Romulan must have been the intruder they were all in lockdown for.
"What happened here?" Tamara asked an officer, dressed in a blue uniform. But, the science officer ignored the Counselor, intent on talking to Hannah.
"Does anyone ever talk to anyone around here?" she mumbled to herself. She was growing frustrated, as the sickbay was filled with a hostile milieu that she couldn't put her finger on.
She went over to the bed where someone was holding back Nathan from being too boisterous with the restrained Romulan. Tamara just watched, hoping her presence calmed the Doctor down. She smiled politely when he saw her... hopefully he would realize that his actions were not very - stable, shall we say - and would ease his outburst somewhat on the sight of the Counselor.
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The situation was, once again, coming apart at the seams with the doctor standing over the Romulan demanding an answer, a security officer trying to restrain the agitated civilian, Hannah observing the scene not seeming to know what to do, and now the counselor arriving and attempting to calm Nathan down subtly. Nothing seemed to be working, and Doctor van Breughel’s mental state seemed to be deteriorating by the second. Finally, Megan decided enough was enough. The Romulan needed to be questioned quickly, before the warbird he came from contacted them once more, and Nathan’s momentary loss of sanity notwithstanding, he was in the way. ‘I doubt this is going to go over well...’
Grabbing a nearby hypospray and loading it with some sort of standard looking sedative, the science officer pushed past the counselor, nurse, and security officer and smoothly administered the drug to the frantic and apparently somewhat disoriented civilian, who lost conscious and began to slump to the deck. The security officer caught him, and Hannah moved forward also to assist her now incapacitated boss. Tossing the empty hypospray on a nearby table, Megan didn’t spare the nurse or security officer a glance as they helped Nathan back to his biobed. She would most likely be hearing about this later from someone.
The counselor was just standing there, appearing a bit stunned, but Commander Garrett motioned for Tamara to follow her out of hearing range of the Romulan prisoner. Megan couldn’t read his expression but sincerely hoped that seeing an obvious breakdown in control and command structure wouldn’t do too much damage to her credibility or effectiveness in interrogating him. Once Thompson had followed her, the science officer requested, “I need to question the prisoner. I would appreciate it if you would be here to observe his reactions to determine as best you can if you believe he is being truthful or not.”
After acquiring the counselor’s assistance, Commander Garrett crossed sickbay once more and found herself standing over a very quiet Romulan prisoner. Glancing at the monitors, Megan tried to steel herself as best she could for this. She wasn’t exactly accustomed to being in this position, and in most cases would have tried to play the friendly, helpful, ‘why don’t we work together’ card first, but the scene Nathan had just made necessitated a show of strength instead. Quietly pulling herself together before turning a hard glare onto the restrained Romulan, the science officer paused for a few moments before finally speaking in a low, carefully controlled voice. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
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Post by tamara on Feb 25, 2008 19:02:01 GMT
Tamara was surprised, but pleasantly surprised, at the science officer's actions.
The counselor would never have dreamed of giving a sedative to someone acting out of control. In her years upon years of experience, she had never resorted to such a cop-out method for dealing with someone. However, the situation was different on a Starship. Tamara also had never been face to face with a serious threat, such as this Romulan- assuming he represented a threat. The way the science officer - Megan - reacted, though, led her to believe there was something serious at risk here. Faced with such a threat, perhaps stopping the Doctor from being a nuisance by taking him out of the equation altogether was a smart move.
Tamara admired Megan's decisiveness, even if she wasn't one hundred percent on board with her tactics. The situation evolved quickly into a good-cop/bad-cop routine, where Tamara found herself naturally wanting to defend the Romulan.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Megan asked in a harsh tone. The girlish nature of science officer gave way to a strictly business personae. She gave the air of not wishing to deal with nonsense, as best exemplified by Nathan lying sound asleep on the next bio bed, and by the Romulan who was now receiving a barrage of blunt questioning.
"If you just tell her what she wants to know, we can put you in the brig, give you some food, and you will be more comfortable. I can personally guarantee it," Tamara said, as well as introducing herself as Counselor Thomspon. Indeed, Starfleet protocol meant that prisoners were treated with a certain level of dignity.
The response she received, however, was a quick shot of phlegm to her face. "How ignorant do you think I am?" he barked to the Counselor.
Hannah used a towel to wipe the string of mucus that stretched from just below Tamara's eye to the fingertips with which she had used to try to remove the phlegm. The apologetic nurse eventually handed the towel to Tamara as soon as Tamara was able to open her right eye to see again.
The action set off Megan, who became more forceful with her words. The Counselor took a less active role in the interrogating now. Tamara felt less inclined to intervene- instead watching from a few steps back to try to gauge reactions of the Romulan.
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Post by tagert on Feb 26, 2008 8:46:43 GMT
The Counselor stepped back and Jombis grinned as he said. "Aw... whats the mater? You don't want to play any more?" Jombis thought of escape. He felt of the arm restraints holding him. They were a polynylon-durafiber mesh he could break them if he wanted, but there were too many phasers in the room. He didn't want to die a painful death and would never make it to the door. The Commander of the Federation vessel that Darius had been speaking to was looking at Jombis. She asked him her question again. Jombis told her, "A Cardassian couldn't get any information out of a Romulan. Why do you presume that a Federation... let alone a human Female, could get me to tell you any details of my..."Trip" to your vessel?"
After that Garrett asked more questions but the Sub-Commander let her eat silence. As for the Counselors promise of comfort, all Jombis wanted was a free arm to reach into the hidden pocket in the top of his boot. Why he didn't take the chance when he had it in sick bay he could only see as his own weakness. Death Before Dishonor.
Tag Megan/Tamara
Jombis closed his eyes ignoring his captors and tried to create a mental link with the Doctor Nathan he had merged with earlier. He could feel "Nate" (as some people that knew Nathan called him) on the Bio bed not to far away he was not sure that was his telepathic nature or the fact that he had seen the crazy man fall onto that bed a few minutes earlier. He reached with all he had trying to get back in Nathan's mind but all of the sudden he was struck on the face by a fist...Who's fist he didn't know but as he opened his eye's again he saw...
Tag whoever hit me...you Jerk!!!
[glow=red,2,300]On the the Surreal[/glow]
Darius paced on the Bridge, stopping once to feed Yusarian. "Don't want you do die on an empty stomach." he told the Romulan Eel. It had been four hours since Darius had transported Jombis on the Federation Starship. The Commander figured he had taken his Felodesine chip, and taken care of both their problem in the process. A Romulan Centurion exited the turbo lift. "Yes N'Vek?" "Sir I have finished searching the ship. There is no sign of Sub-Commander Jombis anywhere. We're missing one escape pod, but the sensors are not detecting it any where near." As Centurion N'Vek finished Darius asked, "Well... Jombis "The Coward". What did you find in his quarters?" "After checking his Personal communications, I found evidence that he was speaking with the Federation ship." "Jombis "The Traitor?"... Well was there any thing else?" "One other thing sir... we found a Tal-Shiar Database in his quarters." N'Vek pulled a device from his uniform and handed it to his Commander. "Marvelous N'Vek, simply marvelous. Your dismissed."
N'Vek entered the turbo lift and was swallowed up by the ship. Darius looked at the device in his hand. It had a search algorithm, he entered his name in the device and it quickly retrieved a one page document that was rather boring but did give an exhaustive biography of him and his family, there was even a picture of his baby daughter. An hour later after skimming over his life by the Tal-Shiar, Darius typed in U.S.S. Jefferson NCC-750076. The information he was given would have taken weeks to read he chose the entry entitled Special Features, and his Romulan eyes lit up, he had 12 hours to fix his Cloaking device problems before his ship was destroyed and it looked like he had found his solution. "Brembeck!!!"
[glow=red,2,300]On the bridge of the Jefferson[/glow] It had been an hour since the Romulan had been transported to sick bay. Tom was ready for a break. He had been on the bridge for 3 hours more than his shift so far. Now all the action was gone, along with the adrenaline and now every thing was quiet... Too quiet. Tom heard the chirp of the incoming hail, as the communication officer informed him that Commander Darius was hailing. He tapped his Comm. Badge "Bridge to Commander Garrett."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2008 21:30:19 GMT
ooc: playing catch-up from tamara to tagert...
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Nathan acknowledged the counselor's presence with a forced smile of his own, but in truth he was seething. This Romulan had attacked and threatened him, and now he refused to answer the simplest of questions. Fingers digging into the mattress, his knuckles showing white with strain, he leaned forward, demanding an answer. It was quite fortunate for him that he never touched the strapped down patient at that.
He felt security tugging at him but he shrugged them off, he wasn't going anywhere until he got his answer. The presence of the counselor had the opposite desired effect; instead of calming him, it resolved him even more to get his answer. The doctor heard the footsteps approaching him, recognising a female's tred from the heels of a boot but he didn't turn to look.
He gasped when he felt the pressure of a hypospray against his throat, the cold contents finding their way into his bloodstream. Shock and surprise registered on his face when he started to slump towards the deck; he was unconscious before he ever hit the deck.
After an unknown length of time, the exhausted doctor stirred, an alien presence trying to enter his subconscious mind alerting him to a semi state of awareness. He was too tired to fight it but he realised, in his diminished state of mind, that there was only one telepath in sickbay and that was their patient.
Slowly, and unsteadily he rose to his feet and managed to get over to the bed, where Jombis was smirking up at Megan. Somehow, he managed to land a punch on the Romulan's face, sending him back into unconsciousness. "Cortical inhibitor," he ordered, watching hannah spring back into action, while casting Megan an apologetic look. "He tried to get into my mind," he explained tiredly, before slumping into the waiting security guard's arms.
"I'm going to my quarters," he added, "too tired to concentrate." With the guard holding him up on his feet, he waited patiently for Megan's or Tamara's response.
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