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Post by redosegan on Mar 30, 2008 4:11:35 GMT
"Colonel Howd... we are missing one member of our crew, a Cadet Johnnie Black, assigned for Operations instructions under Commander Redos. The Starbase seems to have listed him as delayed for the time being…” the Klingon Cadet reported causing Egan to glance up. A few second later, it clicked that the Cadet was just doing his job and reporting on crew status, and the Bajoran officer glanced back down at his console, only to pick up the last sentence of the report. “…more vulnerable than a naked Romulan in front of the Vulcan High Council."
The alliteration caused a grin to cross the Commander’s face, not only because of the image it evoked but also the dead seriousness with which it was delivered. Glancing over at Balin, who didn’t seem to have heard, Redos looked back at Howd to see how he would reply. However, the Colonel didn’t seem to notice or get the joke. "Understood, Cadet G'Rowk, however I am sure Commander Redos would have pointed that out in his pre-takeoff procedure." Howd replied, winking at Egan in a way that indicated he was playing with the Klingon. "Aye-aye, sir, I was following your orders as thoroughly as you would expect of me," G’Rowk replied, his tone causing Egan to wince slightly in Howd’s direction, as clearly G'Rowk wasn't happy, but the Colonel simply barked a new order which the Cadet then acknowledged stoically.
‘I guess this is what happens when you get two officers without a sense of humor who take everything so seriously together...’ Egan thought dryly turning back to his console with a bit of a smirk. His thoughts were interrupted by a flicker in the lights and on his console, dissolving the smirk and focusing his attention instantly.
As orders and replies began flying around the bridge, Commander Redos watched as power levels spiked, flickered, and dropped across the board and the operations officer worked frantically to transfer the correct amount of power to the essential systems as well as to try and track down the source of the drain. "Bridge, this is Bates. We've got an unauthorized access of power distribution control on Deck 21. Internal sensors are reading possible intruders in that section."
Liking directly into the power distribution controls, Egan was furiously trying to transfer complete control of the power distribution system to his console, but unfortunately he was being blocked at every turn. This person was good…very good. The turbolift doors opening distracted the Bajoran for a split second as Commander Hope entered the bridge. Sending her a quick smile, happy to see a familiar face, Commander Redos hurriedly returned to his work, still trying to gain complete, independent access, but was denied repeatedly.
"Sir, they're attempting to hack into our guidance and sensor systems... not the ship's navigation, but our weapon controls. I'm doing everything I can to stop them and repair the programs, but…they know what they're doing. Whoever it is, is working faster from a peripheral station than I can here at the bridge. If they have time to hack, though, they don't have time to move, so they'll be easy to find as long as...." A pause and a string of Klingon words later, the Cadet added. "The access stopped, they're on the move. Activating automated security in available sectors, but large portions of the ship are still in visual and audio blackout...”
Egan agreed complete with the assessment that these people knew what they were doing, and the fact that there were two of them explained how one could be completely on top of the weapons and another controlling the power systems, but now that they were on the move, the operations officer was hoping it would be a bit easier, and actually possible, to transfer sole control his console. The intruder had done a remarkable job with the access and input codes. “The power controls have been scrambled. I’m doing my best to sort them out and transfer control to the bridge, but it could take hours to undo the damage.” Redos reported.
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“Hmph…” Balin repeated for probably the tenth time since the power flickered. In the Lieutenant’s opinion, the current difficulties, though entirely unrelated, were further proof that he had been right about the Hepta not being ready to fly. It didn’t matter that the problems were being caused by intruders hacking into systems; the Bolian simply felt that because he had said they weren’t ready to depart and now they wouldn’t be leaving, that made him right and that was what really mattered.
“I told you we weren’t ready to leave yet,” Lieutenant Yarick muttered under his breath to Cadet Parker, before his voice brightened. “Oh well, this gives us the perfect opportunity to properly configure this helm console! I doubt we’ll be using it any time soon, but at least when we’re needed, it will be in much better shape. Besides, keeping the controls properly calibrated is essential to any helmsman or helms…woman…? so it’s a very good thing for you to be reviewing now anyway!”
Kneeling next to the console, completely oblivious to the chaos ensuing around him, Balin focused all his attention on the helm and had Lilyanna bring up access to the numerous, minute calculations and adjustments to the navigational system and the programs that controlled it. “As you see, these systems are an absolute disaster! I want you to start at the top and work your way down and bring these calibrations into proper alignment. We’ll have this console working like new in no time!” Lieutenant Yarick predicted cheerfully, hoping to see that the Academy was still teaching its navigational Cadets what each setting should be reading.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2008 4:16:51 GMT
"Intruder Alert." Howd announced in a monotone voice.
He looked at Commander Hope, and asked, "What are you doing here?" He offered no explanation of the previous happenings on the ship, no concern over what was currently transgressing. He wanted to know what the Commander was doing on his training mission.
}}Colonel Methos. Show Cadet Baxter how us marines take care of things.{{
Howd treated the situation like a game, and he knew that Colonel Methos would do the same. It was part of the reason why Howd did not have his own ship yet. It was part of the reason why he was given command of the Hepta for this training mission. Commander Hope's arrival was probably Starfleet's way of telling Howd to get the show on the road. "Why aren't you out of spacedock? Should we give you command of your own ship if you won't even fly this one?" The voices filled his head as G'Rowk spoke again.
"Commander, ma'am, I have visual of the intruders."
It was clearly Howd's decision what to do about the intruders, as he was the Commanding Officer for this mission run they were about to do, but G'Rowk thought that Commander Hope had more clout. It was probably due to her ease at the controls, and the way that the Lieutenant Colonel fumbled at the controls. Howd intensified the funny feeling by asking, "Well, by all means Commander, what should we do?"
He pinned the Romulan in an awkward situation, not that she hadn't been in awkward situations before, though.
Howd was growing agitated, before being reminded that there was an intruder to capture. His adrenaline peaked, but on the outside, he appeared calm.
S'reena hadn't answered yet, and Howd preempted any response that was about to come forth.
"Coordinate with Colonel Methos and Cadet Baxter. Be their eyes, while they are the firepower. If these intruders actually know what they are doing," he said while tapping his fingertips together, "they'll be hard to track."
Howd was missing something, though, that an experienced Commanding Officer generally would not have missed. It was two simple questions. "Who, and Why?" Who was aboard the ship? and why would they stow away?
The Hepta didn't have a large arsenal of weaponry. It was a training vessel, and it only had enough firepower to maintain a defensive posture. So why would they choose the Hepta? Was it timed with his arrival, knowing that he was not an experienced Captain? The thoughts would be disconcerting to an officer that would ponder them. In that sense, Colonel Howd was lucky that there was bliss in his ignorance. But his lack of questioning, and his quick 'shoot first and ask questions later' attitude, would come back to haunt him eventually.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2008 20:18:00 GMT
S'reena had remained silent until now though she had glared at the marine officer who was clearly in command. "You tell me Colonel Howd, I just got here. Until someone bothers to brief me on the situation, I believe that this situation is yours to solve."
She paused, turning to the Klingon cadet. "Well, cadet, show us those intruders already. And how do you plan to neutralise them now that you have found them?"
The Romulan turned back to the marine officer in command, then beckoned him to follow her to the readyroom. "Cadet G'Rowk, notify us the second you see something odd," she ordered, then preceded Howd into the readyroom.
"What the hell was that all about," she growled at him, "you knew full well that I have yet to be briefed on a situation you are obviously in command of, and you will remain in command of. Admiral Drew knew I was going to sign on at a later point in the mission because I was enjoying a much needed holiday with my family. As such, I do not appreciate being embarassed in front of a bunch of cadets, is that understood?"
Giving him no time to answer, she marched out of the readyroom and sat herself in the first officer's seat. "Right now, I'd appreciate a status report," she called out, for anyone on the bridge to hear.
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Post by methos on Apr 1, 2008 16:58:12 GMT
=/\=Colonel Methos. Show Cadet Baxter how us marines take care of things.=/\=
=/\=Will do Colonel. Can you have your Cadet keep us informed?=/\=
As Methos and Cadet Baxter ran to the Marine Armory, Cadet G'Rowk kept giving them about where the intruders were at any given time. They entered the Armory and Methos ordered the Marine on duty there to give them a couple of phaser rifles and two hand phasers. He then left orders for two squads of Marines to follow him and the cadet.
"Cadet, I am aware of the curriculum at the Academy, so tell me what you think we should do."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2008 3:03:49 GMT
"Completely understood," Howd said, neck muscles tense, and the vein on his forehead starting to show. When Commander Hope turned around, Howd seethed an obscenity at her. Either she did not hear, or did not wish to give Howd the pleasure of reacting.
Marching deliberately, he sat in the Captain's chair back on the bridge, looking forward at the view-screen as the loathsome Romulan once again barked an order to be briefed on the situation.
"If you would let me speak, Commander." Colonel Howd said, still able to control his anger, but slowly losing his hold. "We have two unauthorized passengers, there is an intruder alert, the marines are searching for the intruders, and Mr. G'Rowk back there is helping them."
He whirled around, "Where are the intruders, Cadet?" Howd said, his voice remarkably calmed and nonchalant - a quick turnaround from the vitriol he had spewed at the Commander only seconds before.
This ship is never going to get out of space-dock, Howd realized. This wouldn't look good on his record, regardless of whose fault it was. The Captain was responsible for the ship, and what happens on it. The fact that there were two stowaways, and that they were not discovered until after the launch procedure had begun, would indicate how disorderly Howd's command was. Again, he became convinced, despite S'reena Hope's explanation, that she was sent to review his performance. It severely ticked him off.
"Let's go," Howd said to G'Rowk. The bridge was getting stuffy, and if Timothy spent one more minute with the Hepta's wretched First Officer, he was convinced he would be making unwise decisions.
"Commander, you are in charge of the bridge."
G'Rowk looked to Commander Hope, and back to Howd, confused as to whom he was to align to. Clearly, Hope was the more rational of the angry two, but neither of them were incapable of command - so to go against the orders of the commanding officer would be a death sentence to his graduating of the training course.
"We are going to go help Colonel Methos," Howd said as he stepped off the bridge. "The main security office will make our job quicker."
Once they arrived at the Security Office, Howd entered his security codes and turned on the internal ship sensors. "Much better." Not really. Sure, there were more screens. The main difference was that there was no antagonism for the Lieutenant Colonel to deal with, which, in a cynical way, could be construed as making the job easier.
"Get Colonel Methos on the horn." Howd barked in true military fashion. After all, he was a marine. "He'll need continuous updates on the the intruder locations."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2008 19:45:27 GMT
ooc: this post is assuming Redos is briefly absent from his station, for whatever reason. Elsewhere on the shipThe two intruders, one Human and one Vulcan, hid in one of the jeffries tubes when a security detail passed by. One could understand a Human being a saboteur, but a Vulcan would stun everyone. In this case, the Vulcan was emotionally unstable in that he was never taught to control his emotions. Though raised by Vulcan parents, his clan didn't believe in the total suppression of emotions. His human female companion, his bondmate, stood by him at everything he did. And now, they were here to sabotate the USS Hepta, prevent the massive ship from leaving spacedock out of protest against the academy and several instances of lack of security and safety regarding cadets that had occurred over the last months. Until safety would be ensured, the academy should postpone their deep-space training missions. Stork and Marylene stood still as they waited for the detail to pass, then hurried on, their phasers drawn and set on stun. They weren't out to kill anyone, just cause major problems for this academy crew. Right now they had successfully disabled the engines, even thrusters were inoperational. Additionally, shields and weapons had been disabled and the auxiliary controls destroyed beyond immediate repair. They were now on their way to engineering to attempt and eject the warpcore, after they had just managed to jury-rig the controls to disable bridge consoles from detecting them both. Little did they know what dire concequences their actions would result in. BridgeS'reena wasn't sure she appreciated the marine's tone of voice but she let it slide for now. She could understand his reaction as obviously he had counted on her not being here in the first place. Except, she was this vessel's official first officer, and as such did have an obligation to be present. As such, she sat herself in the CO's seat when the marine walked away with the Klingon cadet in tow. She looked around to see who else was left on the bridge, but she couldn't immediately spot anyone. She had certainly expected the Bajoran operations chief to be present but it was entirely possible he had briefly left the bridge to attend to something elsewhere. Sighing, she got to her feet and walked over to the science station. She had yet to get used to it being at a different location than her trusted Hanson. The Romulan missed her old home but it wasn't to be helped; the Hepta was going to be her home now and she just had to get used to it. Her hands ran over the console's controls, trying to get access to internal and external sensors to see if she picked up any abnormalities. Caught up in her work, she didn't see the warning light blinking, indicating a console overload. The glass panel shattered as the console blew up in S'reena's face, shards flying everywhere. Screaming in pain, she fell back, her hands covering her eyes, rubbing them fiercely. Someone caught her hands, keeping them away from her bleeding eyes. "Don't do that it'll make it worse," a soft voice told her. She didn't recognise the voice and her eyes were filled with so much blood, she couldn't see anything. The pain was excruciating and she wanted nothing more than to get to sickbay right now. "Colonel Howd, we have a situation," Ensign Denise Mallard called, "the science console exploded and Commander Hope is seriously injured." Being new to the Hepta, she didn't recognise Redos Egan, who had resumed his station. "I'm taking her to sickbay, emergency transport." As she barked another order, the two women were transported to sickbay immediately. (anyone want to take on the EMH from here on?) "Doctor, overhere!" Mallard flagged the EMH for attention, "it's her eyes...I think it's very bad. Tricorder scans show optical nerves are badly damaged..." The ensign looked positively worried as she guided the blinded first officer to a biobed. ooc2: s'reena is to remain blind, permanently....have eyes damaged beyond repair, don't do anything with implants...just remove whatever is in her eyes and bandage it. I have my reasons.
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Post by redosegan on Apr 8, 2008 5:00:43 GMT
Everything happened so fast... Egan had just stepped off the bridge for a moment to access a power conduit directly, only to cross the threshold from the turbolift just in time to watch the science console explode in the first officer’s face. Frozen in shock, Redos barely had time to react before the screaming Romulan and a human Ensign he didn’t recognize dematerialized, on their way to a sickbay he presumed. In the wake of the transporter, a deafening silence descended on the bridge. Even the talkative Bolian wasn’t saying a word. For some reason, the two intruders no longer felt important to the operations officer. Those more suited to security matters could handle that, but unfortunately, the Bajoran officer needed to man his post. Moving almost on autopilot, the Commander resumed his station, unenthusiastically scanning the ship’s systems for any signs of compromise as his mind wandered to the health and wellbeing of his superior officer.
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Balin was speechless, which was not something that happened very often at all. But what could he or anyone say in the wake of the pain and suffering they had just witnessed? Even in the silence, the screams of agony lingered in the air and seemed to echo in the Bolian’s mind. With a shudder, Lieutenant Yarick glanced at his Cadet, who was looking to him for guidance and support at a time like this. What was he to say to her? The helmsman opened his mouth several times to say something only to close it once more as neither a coherent thought could be found to say and breaking the eerie quiet at all seemed almost…disrespectful.
Finally, unable to take the silence any longer but still far from his usual outgoing self, Balin managed to speak. “Well, Cadet, I don’t believe we can be of any use up here since the Hepta isn’t going anywhere. Perhaps we should return to the holodeck and try to run a simulation? My guess is the ship is locked down, but as soon as possible, we’ll return to Conqueror.” the Lieutenant suggested, his voice strangely quiet and reserved, wavering with uncertainty and a hint of nerves.
Without another word, the two officers handed over the helm to another silent officer and moved to the turbolift. After requesting the correct deck, the car fell quiet, the stillness punctuated only by the gentle hum of the lift as it made its way toward the holodeck. The peace was driving the Bolian mad, but it gave him a chance to think and ponder the current situation, an opportunity he was rarely afforded as his mouth seemed to do the thinking for him or prevented him from thinking at all.
As the car stopped and they approached the holodeck, Lieutenant Yarick actually found himself concerned and for a moment displayed a depth he hardly knew existed as he asked, “Are you alright, Cadet Parker? I know what just happened must be disturbing… If you need to talk about it, I would certainly understand.”
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Post by growk on Apr 9, 2008 1:13:49 GMT
OOC: Please forgive my rather unexpected leave of absence. My last week was one of "I'll be able to post tomorrow" and it seems that supposed "tomorrow" didn't come until today! My apologies to you all. Despite the glancing about G'Rowk had given between the two officers, his confusion did not lie in the decision of which officer to follow, but of slow realization at what was occurring between the two. For a Klingon, G'Rowk had a good sense of perception (which likely placed him somewhere between "dense" and "oblivious" amongst other races) so, while he was sure any other on the bridge had long known of the tension between the two, he was only just now understanding the true "why" of Howd's desire to leave the bridge. Of course, G'Rowk personally had no stomach for Romulans and being forced to decide between allegiance with an officer he didn't know, of a race he had little patience for, or with his commanding officer, who he was just forging some semblance of attachment to, hardly seemed like a choice at all so much as a simple revelation. The cadet remained silent as he followed the lieutenant, his mood darkened by the disturbing images of the ship's sensor system... a human and Vulcan working together to sabotage a ship? So many possibilities rushed through his mind... perhaps the two were sell-swords of the Romulans... perhaps the Vulcan was controlling the human... what if both were in league for other reasons... or worse, what if they were bondmates? The most likely possibilities still involved the Vulcan's consciousness being conveyed through two beings, which was strategically far more difficult to outwit than even the most harmonious duo. There were no communications to jam, no waves to scramble, no way to severe the two from one another outside of rendering the Vulcan unconscious. As the pair arrived at the main security office, G'Rowk hardly heard Howd's expression of relief to be free of the bridge (and the Romulan officer), the cadet instead hurrying to the consoles and beginning to run several security protocols that he knew were not to be used unless in dire circumstance. The two intruders were here to sabotage the ship, that much was clear... and G'Rowk would stop them by all means necessary. On the screens he could see the ship alive with action, but no sign of his prey in the last few minutes. Considering their handiwork thus far, their future course was simple and obvious -- damaging the warp core or permanently hindering the ship's movement and defenses -- which probably meant they were maneuvering about the ship using engineering corridors or the tubes, either means of travel explaining why they had not been spotted by the ship or the crew yet. This had progressed beyond the crew's control, so it was time to leave matters up to the ship's unforgiving discretion. While the hackers had been busy pulling the engines off-line and destroying the Hepta's ability to leave the dock, G'Rowk had instead resorted to activating and sealing control of the ship's automated defense grid. In doing so, he had re-encrypted the system and transferred control to be activated remotely by his own PADD... meaning any attempt to access from outside sources would result in a very frustrated hacker searching for primary control on a system that had none. "Computer, open all on-board channels," G'Rowk droned almost mechanically as he worked at the console. The soft chime of the channel opening hung in the air for a moment before the cadet began to speak, his voice hollow and direct, as though he, too, was simply a vocal extension of the ship. =/\=Attention crew. Automated security has been activated in all sections of the ship deemed necessary for its operations. Access to all offices has been restricted to passcodes that will refresh in your PADDs every two minutes. All exits have been sealed and access to the warp core, engine room, shuttle bay, and main control room has been revoked. Be advised, any attempt to enter these rooms or exit the ship will be met with lethal force. These changes are effective immediately... and irrevocable for no less than seventy-two hours. I repeat: No one goes in or out for 3 days. No one. Good hunting to you all.=/\=Now the saboteurs had options that G'Rowk could control... if they wanted access to the ship's controls, they would be forced to come into contact with the crew and give away any strategic advantage of remaining hidden. If they wanted to escape, their only recourse would be to destroy the ship in ways that would place them in immediate danger. If they wanted to break into the restricted areas, it would be their last attempt at intrusion. Despite greater risk to all those on the ship, he had warned the crew and bought them time... yet G'Rowk still struggled with the idea that he could have done more... he could be doing more... It was a moment more that he spent tapping away at the console, completely closing down all control and turning security protocols over to the mercy of the ship's defenses, rallying his courage to explain himself to his mentor. Turning to his superior, the cadet braced for Howd's wrath to come crashing down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2008 18:57:14 GMT
< Sickbay >
"Bring her over to the surgical bed," the EMH said, after conducting a near-instantaneous visual diagnosis that only a computer-driven doctor could do. First and second degree burns to the face, neck and chest; lacerations on the face due to shrapnel; puncture wounds in the eyes due to shrapnel.
After the ensign and the EMH lifted Commander Hope (the EMH was programmed to recognize all of the Hepta's crew) onto the biobed, he administered a sedative to relieve her from what must be a truly agonizing experience.
"Scans show that the optical nerves are indeed severely damaged," the EMH reported. "There's nothing I can do about that, as medical science is not yet capable of repairing it."
"Then what does that mean for her sight?" Ensign Mallard asked, clearly concerned.
"She will lose it. Prosthetics will be necessary," the EMH said as he got to work stopping the bleeding from her damaged eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 5:22:16 GMT
With someone having been injured, Colonel Howd officially decided to end the training mission. There was no need to risk the life of the Cadet, seeing as the intruders appeared to be hostile. Cadet G'Rowk had show exemplary skill during his training, and Howd would make the recommendation for his graduation... assuming they could get off the ship.
"The trick is going to be to get you out of here without letting our intruders out." Colonel Howd, himself, was planning to stay behind, and demand the rest of the crew did as well. These sabatoeurs... discontents... whatever! - were going to pay for their actions. Howd's vindictive side shown through. He almost forgot that the evacuation came to a complete surprise to the Cadet.
"Orders are orders, Cadet." He wasn't in the mood to argue. The faster G'Rowk left the ship, the faster he could help Methos in the hunt. Removing G'Rowk from the situation was key. Command did not wish to incur any more collateral damage, in the case of Cadets.
With the route planned, they headed toward the nearest shaft. Turbolifts had been turned off.
Howd, being smaller than the Klingon, moved faster through the tubes. His adrenaline was pumping faster as he moved, knowing that each step brought him closer to what he was trained to do; neutralize the enemy.
At the airlock doors, Howd entered his security codes, letting the Cadet out. In true Howd-istic fashion, he didn't say goodbye. A quick nod as the doors shut, and the Marine was a marine again. No more security bullcrap.
}}Howd to Sickbay{{ He had no idea who the chief medical officer was. It would be a point of contention with Command in his debrief - that he didn't even know who his senior crew was. It was a lesson, that even the simplist missions could end up a flop. All protocol must be followed, even when it looks obvious to take shortcuts.
He awaited for a response before asking about S'reena's condition. He did it out of concern for his career more than the Romulan's health. If she was alive, she could be fixed up. That's what his naive assumption was. The most important thing was to find these intruders...
Which is what Howd set out to do.
OOC: Graduation is tomorrow, but the instructors involved in this mission can feel free to continue simming in this thread, if they wish to, until there is a good need to end it. I will most likely remain here until we can move Commander Hope to a Conqueror facility.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 12:16:37 GMT
The Romulan woman lay quite still, almost frozen in fear. She would lose her sight, no this couldn't be! Slowly, the sedatives started to take effect and S'reena felt most of the agonizing pain subside, but she still couldn't see. Slowly, she raised her hand to her face again, wanting to feel the extend of the damage however one of the nurses stopped her mid-motion.
"You mustn't touch it," she said softly, "it's all very tender and prone to infection. Let us take care of you now commander, and you'll be up again in no-time." She paused, softly speaking to someone else for a few seconds. "When we can we'll transfer you to Conqueror so that Doctor Holsen can take over."
S'reena heard the woman chuckle. "I'm sure you'd prefer her over our dear EMH?"
S'reena however had no energy nor any feeling towards being humourous and merely shrugged. She was helpless as it was right now, because without her vision, what use would she be to anyone? "I'd prefer not to be in need of a doctor at all," she snapped back, roughly aiming her hand at where she thought the woman was standing, obviously planning to just shove her away.
Again, her hand was caught mid-motion and held firmly in an attempt of comfort. "You'll be fine commander," the nurse assured her, "and even blind people have uses. I'm sure you'll still be able to teach, and even function as first officer. We'll be looking into every option of restoring you to full health, you have my promise."
S'reena sank back on the bed, emotionally drained. "Where's Michael?" she finally asked, wondering if he knew yet. She wondered what the others would do now, knowing in these times she'd find out who her real friends were. Except, who'd want to be friends with a useless and blind Romulan of all people? "I'm scared," she finally admitted in a whisper.
The nurse patted her hand. "We'll fetch him as soon as the ship's off lock-down," she promised, "until then I'll stay with you until someone relieves me. Now, rest commander." Her hand was released and she felt something cold against what remained of her eyes. "I'm bandaging you," the nurse explained, "it'll help you eventually and now you won't be able to touch them."
The Romulan sighed in misery. "I want to return to the bridge as soon as possible. Please send Colonel Howd my apology for being indisposed."
'Hah!" the nurse scowled, "that man won't know a good officer when he sees one. He enquired after you but signed off after he found out you survived."
S'reena remained silent, and eventually drifted off into sleep after the nurse injected her with another calming agent, laced with a sleeping agent.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 1:19:16 GMT
"Watch it1" Howd yelled as he pulled Methos out of the hallway. Immediately following, only centimeters behind Methos's head, phaser fire zoomed by, hitting the wall.
"You owe me one." Howd said, slapping him on the back. This was the first time on the Hepta that Howd showed any camaraderie, and it wasn't surprising that Howd's first expression of it was with another Marine. He was completely in his element.
It had taken almost a full day to track them to this corridor, and their current fire gave Lieutenant Colonel Howd the ammunition he needed to authorize the return of fire.
He used the mirror on the end of his weapon to look around the corner.
"All clear." he whispered. He held his hand in a fist, and dropped his arm at the elbow, signaling it was time to engage.
The two barreled, out, only to be greeted by the two intruders barreling out at the same time, both sides planning the same ambush tactic, and happening to implement it at the same time. Howd and Methos both volleyed fire for fire. When the smoke cleared only two were left alive.
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"You OK?" Howd asked Methos. Methos shook his head, a bit dazed. Silently nodded.
}}Computer, cancel intruder alert.{{
As the computer came out of lock-down, key bulkheads let their forcefields down. Before, Howd had to use codes to get through. Now, he could simply walk back to the turbolift to get to the bridge. He pat Methos on the shoulder once in a congratulatory manner, before leaving him.
The bridge was operating bare-bones, and Howd turned to Commander Redos. "Status?" he said, still trying to calm himself from the adrenaline surge he had just experienced.
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