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Post by jackson on Dec 12, 2005 13:21:41 GMT
The sonic showers installed on the USS Raven took over forty five minutes to convince the ships marine officer that she was clean. After two training sessions spanning the last four hours, both of which had involved high stress levels, not to mention the clay dust, it would have been a quiet relief to just collapse onto her bed. However, after an hour of washing up and batch of clean clothes, the bed still looked ever so inviting. Rio stepped out of the bathroom having left it in a mess and flumped down onto the not so soft mattress and closed her eyes. The room was so peaceful and completely silent. The officer groaned aloud – much as she would have gladly slept for a week, she had evaluations to consider.
She sat upright with her legs tipped over the end of the bed, wishing she could reach her computer from there. Deciding she wouldn’t be able to sit upright for that long, she got up and walked to the desk, grabbed the PADD at the bottom of the pile and slumped back onto the pillows. There was very little information written on the PADD, there were only 9 lines, each consisting of a rank and name: those of her marine team. Although official reports would have to be filed at some point, for now she would at least be able to consider their performance in the tasks, and perhaps learn their names into the bargain.
Staff Sergeant Jason Black was the name at the top of the list. Rio physically had to stop herself complaining aloud, so instead formed an expression of distaste. It was not that there had been anything untoward with the mans performance, indeed, he had acted almost exactly as she would have, and quite commendably, but even reading his name on a PADD made her feel uncomfortable. Gathering her thoughts, she moved to the next name on the list.
Michael Shipley. He had been the techno-genius that had managed to rig up an entire self destruct mechanism in under ten minutes. Of course, she was not sure if it would have worked in any situation other than a holodeck program she had designed herself, but it was good to know that he had the capacity for such an advantage. He seemed a little green, and more scientifically minded than military, but nonetheless his physical performance in battle had been fairly sound, and better than some.
Saskia Logan. The first female name she had come to. Both the other women on the team had been on the second simulation. Rio remember from looking through the personnel files that they were both tall, and both had shoulder length blonde hair that they had worn pinned back into a ponytail during the assignment. She ought really to have checked the records again, so that she could tell which one was which, but between herself and Stephanie Wilson, both had seemed to work well within requirements.
The last two members of the second team had been Falconer and Conway, two men of course that she already trusted with her life. She had had a hand in their training, and had served alongside them in several hairy situations that had been a far cry from the games on the holodeck. Rio sighed and allowed the PADD to fall onto the quilt as she let go of it and closed her eyes once more. Merely ten minutes or so had passed since she had begun her mental evaluation, but it seemed to be exhausting all her energy reserves. She forced her muscles to pull herself off the bed and picked up the PADD on her way out the door. She could finish going through the rest over something more sustaining.
Once inside the mess hall, Rio dropped into a seat and took a short sip of hot coffee before looking over the PADD again. Next to her sat a plate upon which was a stack of steaming pancakes, and on top of that she had piled a significant amount of maple syrup. The marine officer poked at them with a fork held in her left hand as she propped up her work with the other.
Jonas Green. He certainly lived up to his name. Perhaps she sometimes came off as a little hard nosed, but this young man seemed more terrified of herself and Sergeant Black than any of the aliens they had encountered so far. The simulation earlier on had not given her a chance to see his proficiency with a weapon, however at a guess she would say it was little better than his ability to hold a tricorder the right way up. He was the youngest of her team by a couple of years, but somebody obviously thought that he had potential – she hoped she could help him discover it.
“You busy?” A distant voice asked as a shadow grew over the table. Without moving her shoulders, which were hunched over the table, Rio looked up into the eyes of Lt McLean. He was holding a dinner plate between his hands and looking mildly amused. The woman followed his gaze over to her own plate, off of which most of the pancakes had escaped as she had been trying to eat them without looking. Rubbing her palm into her tired eyes, she gave up on the idea of eating and stabbed the fork down on the plate.
“I think I just beat myself at a game.” She said to Scott, who had set himself a place at the table and was digging into his meal. He paused briefly, and looked puzzled. “I’ve been trying to program some new scenarios on the holodeck to train my team, in the first one we all died, and the second one moved so quickly I couldn’t even remember who was shooting at me.” She attempted to explain.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?” Scott asked after taking a sip of his water.
Rio shrugged. “That would be ah, no.” She answered. “But I ran out.” She added.
“You’ve been through every simulation in the archive?” He asked with surprise.
“All the ones devised by Colonel Samuels, which arguably is most of them.” She replied, thinking of it as no big deal. Although there were hundreds of different scenarios designed for marine training in the database, Rio had had at least five years in training with the Colonel: she considered that ample time to have worked through them.
“Well I’ll swap ya, I love writing holodeck programs.” McLean offered lightheartedly.
“And what would I have to do in return?” Rio asked.
“Wait until the probe reaches the planet and, starts probing.” He explained, still rapidly clearing his plate. Rio turned her nose up so he continued. “Seriously though, if you need a hand with it, I love that kinda thing…”
Rio decided she would bear this in mind. Apart from the trouble she had both coming up with programmable scenarios as well as the numerous arguments involved with actually trying to implement it within the holodeck, it was never as much fun when you knew what was going to happen all along. No less than five minutes later Liuetenant McLean had completed his meal and resigned himself to getting back to work. For a moment Rio felt a little guilty, but then remembered she had just spent the entire afternoon getting killed and shot at; and there would be plenty more of that to follow if she took him up on his offer. Alone once more she moved to the final names on the list.
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Post by elianabetor on Dec 13, 2005 15:04:34 GMT
"I was... an inch... a mere inch... from sending... a crewmember to sickbay, and I mean physically, not verbally. How can I expect people to work with me if they think that I can have an outburst as soon as they disagree with me?"
“Let‘s be honest here” She replied. “Most people will have that opinion of you merely because you are Klingon. I had trouble on my training mission because of such prejudices. Unluckily for me, I ended up kind of proving him right…” She stopped talking, feeling her ridges flush slightly at the memory.
Zoarial continued, almost like he did not hear what E'Liana just said "My staff will be afraid to counterspeak me, even though they are right, but exactly at the point that they are right and I am wrong, I need their feedback. I don't want this ship to crash into a planet because I was the only one that didn't see the pattern on a readout.” He paused for a moment. “But I think that perhaps the major problem is.... that..." Zoarial felt that he was close to finding something to help him, but his commbadge chirped.
=^=What is it?=^= Zoarial said, and E'Liana grinned, seeing that he wasn't really fond of this person right now.
=^=It's Lieutenant David Vegas sir, am I interrupting?=^=
She saw him relax slightly; he just wasn't able to project his anger on the unsuspecting assistant CNO. Zoarial spoke for a few more minutes to the Lieutenant and E’Liana waited patiently, keeping an eye on Zoarial’s reactions.
=^=You're correct in assuming that mr Vegas, I'll be there in a couple of minutes=^= Zoarial replied, ending the conversation.
"I'm sorry that our conversation just came to such an abrupt end, but there's work that needs to be done. Is there a last thing that you want to share with me? Zoarial said, hoping that E'Liana was already able to tell what was going on.
“I want you to come back after your shift if that‘s possible - I want to check on how you‘re doing. Right now, I‘ll try and sort out a regimen that will suit you best…perhaps some Klingon holodeck programs…” She began t drift off as she thought of something to direct Zoarial’s natural aggression. “Perhaps if you have any ideas, you could let me know…?”
"Ok, thank you, I will think about that! Zoarial said, and E’Liana had the feeling he wouldn’t, but let it drop anyway.
“I’m sure you will…” She said wryly, raising her eyebrow at him.
Zoarial bowed politely and headed for the bridge. E’Liana watched him go, musing quietly to herself about his predicament and wondering how she could help.
Nurse Packer came in and out of the office, busying herself with non-essential work as no one had yet managed to almost kill themselves yet today.
Thinking to herself, E’Liana grabbed a PADD and began thinking of ideas for a stress-relieving program. With no counsellor on board, she needed to be both. ~A Klingon counsellor…~ She mused. ~They could do worse!~
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2005 2:20:38 GMT
"Mr. Zoarial, take us into orbit," Dan ordered.
A few minutes later, he reported back. "Reporting standard orbit, sir."
"Excellent," Dan said, standing. "Full scan."
"I can't scan too well," Collaan reported, "but unlike most planets where the magnetic field comes from the poles, this one seems to be coming from multiple locations throughout the planet, almost uniform."
"Any explanation, Lieutenant?" he asked the Science Officer.
"None yet, sir. I'll have to do more scans to determine that."
"Get on it," Dan responded.
"Sir, I'm reading an electromagnetic surge coming our way. ETA 10 seconds," Freedman reported.
"Full power to shields," Dan said, returning to his chair. "Captain to all hands, brace yourselves!"
The ship lurched only slightly as the wave hit them. But that was the least of their worries. "I've lost helm control," Zoarial reported. "And propulsion's failing. We're losing altitude!"
"Bridge to Engineering, give everything you've got into the engines," he called to McLean.
"Shields are failing," Freedman reported again. "They're being drai...AAAAAHHHHH!" he screamed as an energy surge erupted from his console, electrocuting him. There were power surges in other consoles, the problems multiplying.
Dan attempted to ignore the fact that the CTSO was now lying on the ground. "Helm, emergency thrusters!" he said, watching the planet surface get frighteningly closer.
"No effect!" Zoarial yelled over the noise. "Propulsion has failed!"
Dan watched in horror as they neared the surface. "All hands, really brace yourselves this time!" he roared through the comm.
A few moments later they hit, throwing everyone forward. The ship dragged along the ground, rumbling as it went. It spun around a bit as it went, and finally came to a rest.
Dan painfully lifted himself off the deck, looking at the desert landscape through the viewscreen. "Report," he said weakly.
Arro dragged himself up, holding onto his console. "Main power is offline, secondary systems operating at 75%. Shields and propulsion are offline. Life support operating at 75%."
"Mr. Halrax, how is Lieutenant Freedman?" Dan asked, concerned for the CTSO.
Halrax felt for a pulse. "He's dead, sir."
Dan nodded sorrowfully. "Are communications online?"
"Should be," Arro responded.
"Bridge to Engineering, report," Dan called through the comm.
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Post by Scott McLean on Dec 15, 2005 3:15:48 GMT
McLean slowly sipped on his Raktajino as the Raven began to make its way into the electromagnetic field that surrounded the planet. Nobody could tell by his demeanor but he was scared to death inside, the lives of everybody on the ship relied on his accurate work.
McLean had a channel open to the bridge to listen for any problems, cutting out the chance a vital message might not make it down to engineering until it was too late.
"Sir, I'm reading an electromagnetic surge coming our way. ETA 10 seconds,"
McLean quickly looked down and his sensor readings and spotted the same surge heading toward the ship. The one anomaly that McLean had feared would bring down the ship was heading straight towards them.
"Full power to shields," There was a pause in the tranmission then Captain Trek spoke again,"Captain to all hands, brace yourselves!"
McLean ignored the Captain’s warning and found himself drawn to the sensor readings. He kept one hand with a firm hold on the stations console pad, but the data that kept coming was much to interesting to ignore.
“That’s not possible,” McLean said just as the surge sent the ship rocking slightly.
The ship lurched only slightly as the wave hit them.
"I've lost helm control," McLean heard Zoarial report. "And propulsion's failing. We're losing altitude!"
Hearing the tone in the Klingon’s voice McLean knew things were not looking good on the bridge. With out orders he began to increase the output of the warp engines in hopes to restore flight control to the bridge.
"Bridge to Engineering, give everything you've got into the engines," Captain Trek called to McLean.
“I have got these engines pumping at 117% sir! Any harder and they will break off.” McLean shouted over the alarms as he continued to try everything he could to get the ship back into a standard orbit.
"Shields are failing," Freedman reported again. "They're being drai...AAAAAHHHHH!" The scream sent shivers down McLean spine as he looked up spotting several engineers who looked panic stricken.
“Get back to your stations!” McLean shouted hoping to bring the frightened engineers back around.
"No effect!" McLean heard Zoarial yelled over the noise. "Propulsion has failed!"
"All hands really brace yourselves this time!" Captain Trek announced through the COM system.
McLean heard screams coming from all around Main Engineering as the planets gravity could be felt as the ship listed to one side on it’s way down to the surface. The ship began to shake violently as pierced the upper atmosphere of the planet. The fall took only a matter of minutes before the ship crashed, sending engineers falling all over the engine room. McLean was thrown over his station, sliding across the smooth floor until he slammed hard into the bottom of the main console in front of the warp core.
The ship stopped sliding and McLean slowly brought himself to his feet, touching the back of his head he felt blood as he looked up at the lifeless warp core.
“Is everybody alright?!” McLean shouted seeing several shaken engineers nursing their own wounds.
"Bridge to Engineering, report," Dan called through the comm.
McLean stumbled to the near by station, dazed he tried to read the information on the console but noticed his vision was blurry and he was seeing double.
“Sir, we could use some medical attention down here.” McLean said as he slumped onto the ground.
Paria ran over to McLean’s side apparently uninjured, she noticed McLean condition so she took it upon herself to report as much information as she could to the Captain, “Sir, this is Lieutenant Paria, McLean appears to be injured.” Paria said standing up to look at the console McLean was attempting to read, “ From what I can tell from the internal sensors all major systems are down.”
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Post by jackson on Dec 16, 2005 0:58:34 GMT
A light and breezy air filled the infinite expanse of the holodeck, in a manner most unlike that which the marine team experiencing it were used to – more often that not, their holodeck simulations would send them into a place of dark and murky existence, where the air was tense and thick with emotion. But that evening they found themselves sat around in a little circle, perched on rocks or the bottom rung of a fence, enjoying a calm and gentle scene.
A long way in the distance, far up on the perceived horizon, stood a small cluster of farmyard buildings, only the size of a matchbox from their current position. It was the only sign of civilization for many many miles, with the rest of the scene comprising primarily of grassy fields. In the one closest by, Sergeants Logan and Shipley were exchanging firing techniques as they practiced on fixed targets. Occasionally Rio would look up from polishing the barrel of her twentieth century rifle and check on their progress.
For the better part of the evening, Black and Sirius had been in deep discussion about a phenomenon they both enjoyed that they referred to as ‘Gangster Movies’. They had attempted to explain that they involved weapons much like those which the team were dabbling with at the moment, but the setting was somewhat dissimilar to the current countryside environment. Rio felt it did not help her understand, and decided perhaps it was one of those ‘you had to have been there’ situations.
The only other member of the team besides herself not to join in with the conversation was Sergeant Green. He accompanied the group having placed himself on a crumbly sandstone rock and was busily rubbing away at his own weapon with a white cloth. Rio felt hypocritical in wishing that he made more of an effort to become part of the group, but nonetheless still strived for that aim.
She remembered when she had been very much like him: perhaps better rounded with her skills as a soldier, but on an interpersonal level just as inept. That was of course until she came under the command of Colonel Ron Samuels, who had moulded her through her career up until now. During her training, he too had brought his marines onto the holodeck to enjoy a little downtime away from scenarios, a trick which Rio was trying to duplicate. On her first day with him, they had sat gathered around a miniature campfire and exchanged wonderful stories together – she felt that she had learnt just as much from these sessions as from the military style regime.
The holodeck sky was beginning to change, and soon there would be simulated darkness. Rio hoped that as Logan and Shipley returned from their practice, they might be able to get a little fire of their own. But she supposed that would involve the effort of getting up to find firewood, as well as suggesting the idea to the group.
“Aim improving any Mike?” her second-in-command jeered as the Shipley came to sit back down. He gave the tall man a complacent look at didn’t bother to reply. Immediately Sirius joined in with the charade, and Logan was forced to defend both officers shooting ability.
“Its not easy to shoot a little pellet of lead in a straight line ya know.” She defended, “Things make them go the wrong way.”
“Yeah, like Mike here.” Jason interjected again, slapping the man on the back for good measure. Even Sergeant Green joined in with the laughter on this occasion as Shipley took the whole joke in his stride. But the next moment all smiles were lost as the ground gave a sudden and violent shudder. Looks were exchanged, but none of them brought explanation.
“Farmqauke?” Black ventured, as the movement ceased.
“Are they common around here?” Logan joined in to try and ease the sudden tension. Slowly the laughter returned, and the chatter levels increased to normal. Then the ship gave another jerk. They waited, but more followed.
Then suddenly it was as though the floor had been whipped out from underneath them. Rio lost her feet instantly, and landed nose down on the deck. The whole holodeck seemed to tilt impossibly, and the scene flickered in and out of focus. The marines were flung from side to side within the small surroundings, making a gradual descent towards the rear wall. With a final and almighty crack the holodeck program cut out as the contortion of the final shock wave ripped through the ship.
And then there was stillness. Only a single light on the main computer console blipped pitifully. The marines were all piled in a nauseous heap, realigning themselves into the correct orientation. Rio felt blood trickling down her lip from where she had hit the floor face-first, but otherwise decided she was uninjured. The body closest to her was also moving, and with a frown Black turned to look at her.
“You alright?” He asked. Rio was taken aback by his sudden concern, but in an effort to display that she was, she pulled herself up onto her knees.
“Yeah. You?” She managed to ask in return, with a tone that sounded very little like what she had intended. Black nodded, and proceeded to his feet also, looking around to check on the others. Rio stood alone for now.
“Computer, what just happened?” She asked aloud, looking around the holodeck as if to be able to tell where the answer would come from. As it happened, no answer was given at all, and there was silence still when she asked again. For some reason she found her eyes meeting with those of her second-in-command, who widened his and embellished them with a shrug.
“Did we hit something?”
“Who knows.”
“Green is injured.”
“Man down over here.”
Everybody started talking at once, wondering their own thoughts aloud. Rio honed in on the last statement, and located the only member of the team not currently standing. She approached him, and crouched down beside him. Instinctively, the others backed off. The young man was sat cradling his right arm with the other, holding it protectively in his lap. His face brimmed with disappointment and shame, but Rio tried to look encouraging.
“Its ok. Jason’s gonna try and find out what’s going on.” She assured him confidently. Black got the message, and approached the holodeck doors. When they did not open, he delivered a fair amount of obscene phrases in their direction.
“Doors stuck,” He then announced to the group. Rio rolled her eyes, as the others began to muck in and help him get it open. She gave her injured officer a reassuring pat on the shoulder and stood up herself. From the extreme turbulence they had experienced earlier, it was pretty obvious that they had not just been experiencing a minor glitch in engineering.
=^=Lt. Jackson to the bridge. What just happened?=^=
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Post by elianabetor on Dec 16, 2005 14:34:21 GMT
E’Liana was busy making notes for her new ‘stress-relief’ programme for the holodeck when the ship seemed to lurch forward and stop. The lights all went out in her office and so she tried to get into the main sickbay. After managing to open her door, she saw that Sickbay was a mess - apparatus had been thrown around the room and Nurse Packer was on the floor.
“Are you alright?” She asked the Nurse, giving her a helping hand.
Joy pushed her hair back from her face as she got up. “Yes, I’m fine, just fell.”
“Do you know what happened?” E’Liana asked her, hoping the Nurse could shed some light onto the situation.
“I’m afraid not, no. I was about to ask you the same thing…” She replied, absently rubbing her arm.
“Dr BeTor to Bridge. Is everything alright there?”
<TAG Dan>
“Understood. I’m on my way, BeTor out.” She nodded to her Nurse. “Ok Joy, I need you to go to Engineering and assist them there, I’ll make my way to the Bridge. Try to come back here as soon as possible, I don’t want to leave the EMH running for too long.” She said, wincing as she activated his programme.
“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.” E’Liana thought it best to just let him say ‘his’ line rather than cut him off - the little bald man had a tendency to get annoyed at that.
He turned to the CMO. “I see no patients.” He stated wryly. “What do you need me for?”
She scowled at him, briefly considering asking someone to reprogram him when all was settled down. “I need you to hold down the fort. Nurse Packer and I are going to assist with casualties. We’ll try to be back soon, but it if anyone makes their way here, then there needs to be someone to help them. That’s you.” She added, hoping he’d see her sarcasm.
The EMH merely nodded curtly and turned away to the biobed.
~*~
Once in Engineering, Joy looked around at the mess and thought it best just to shout out. “Who needs medical attention??” Grabbing her medkit, she made her way through the debris.
<TAG Engineering>
~*~
E’Liana got to the Bridge and saw everyone looking confused. She saw what appeared to be a dead crewman on the floor and had a sudden intake of breath. She made her way to Freeman and scanned him. He was dead. She placed her hand on his head and whispered something incomprehensible to the others then got up and looked at Dan.
“He’ll need to be taken to the morgue as soon as possible.” She said, her face stony with little emotion. He nodded.
<TAG Bridge>
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2005 2:10:39 GMT
“Sir, this is Lieutenant Paria, McLean appears to be injured.” Paria said standing up to look at the console McLean was attempting to read, “ From what I can tell from the internal sensors all major systems are down.”
"Acknoweldged, Lieutenant. See what you can do about repairing some of our systems, and get me a full damage report," Dan responded.
"Aye, sir," she said, and the channel closed.
“Dr BeTor to Bridge. Is everything alright there?”
"Not entirely, Doctor. You'd better come check out the Bridge crew for yourself just to be sure. And Lieutenant McLean is injured," Dan said to the CMO.
“Understood. I’m on my way, BeTor out.”
"Lt. Jackson to the bridge. What just happened?"
"We just crashlanded on the planet's surface, Lieutenant. Most of our systems are down. I want you and your Marines to secure the outside of the ship, in case the inhabitants decide to take advantage of us. I also want a visual survey of the hull damage. Lieutenant Halrax and Commander Zoarial will meet you at the airlock."
"Aye sir," she responded.
"Halrax, Zoarial, get moving," Dan said. He turned to the Helmsman. "You're not a security officer, but you've been quite helpful in tactical situations in the past."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2005 13:26:06 GMT
Zoarial grinned. Dan was right, he had been usefull in past situations. Zoarial had been lucky that up till now because the security force had always split up, and Zoarial had always been a head of one of those teams.
He signalled Halrax to come, and together they headed for the air lock. While they were standing in the turbolift, Zoarial decided to start a conversation with the new crewmember.
"I heard a bit about you Lieutenant Halrax, I am Zoarial, CNO of the Raven, but as you can see quite able to participate in such an away mission. Is this the first time that you have an assignment such as this?" Zoarial asked, curious about Halrax' past.
<tag Halrax>
"I see! We'll have a nice time here then, I don't expect any inconviniences to cross our path, I can't recall the local inhabitants of this planet to be unfriendly."
With a soft hum, the doors slid open, and Zoarial stood face to face with Rio Jackson.
"Good morning Lieutenant Jackson! I am ready to go to the surface, and I'm pretty sure that Lieutenant Halrax is too!" Zoarial said, smiling broadly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2005 21:45:39 GMT
Steve rolled around on the floor of the bridge. He had been thrown out of his chair and for a minute or so, he lay motionless. Now that he moved, he stood up and felt an immense rush of blood to his head. Holding his arm out to steady himself on his chair, he looked around.
"What happened?" He asked, rubbing a small lump on his forehead. His vision was a little bit blurred, but was slowly righting itself.
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Post by elianabetor on Dec 19, 2005 22:27:08 GMT
Looking around the bridge, she noticed Commander Smith standing not too steadily on his feet. She heard him ask what had happened, but since she didn't know what was going on either she decided to just tend to his wounds.
She walked up to him and smiled slightly. "How are you feeling?" Noting the slight lump in his forehead and scanning him.
<TAG Smith>
She reached into her medkit and took out the dermal regenerator and attempted to heal the cut on his forehead. The brusing went away slightly. "The bump will be there for a few days I'm afraid, nothing I can really do about that..."
<TAG Smith>
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2005 22:37:42 GMT
She walked up to him and smiled slightly. "How are you feeling?" Noting the slight lump in his forehead and scanning him. "A bit dazed. Went a bit woozy for a second when I got up" He replied. "But other than that, I'm fine." Steve added with a smile. He brushed himself down a bit. She reached into her medkit and took out the dermal regenerator and attempted to heal the cut on his forehead. The brusing went away slightly. "The bump will be there for a few days I'm afraid, nothing I can really do about that..." Steve just held held his hand up and brushed away the air. "Ah, thats fine. I can live with that. As long as it doesnt stop me from performing my duties, its ok." Steven replied, glad that the pain was dying down. But then he wasnt the sort of person to let people know of his pain anyway. "Thank you." He added with a smile and nodded, before seating himself down on his chair.
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Post by Scott McLean on Dec 20, 2005 15:48:44 GMT
Feeling the cold metal of a hypospray touch McLean neck he wondered why it was that all medical equipment felt cold to the touch while on the other hand Engineering tools would always cause burning on skin. The familiar sound of the hypospray hiss could be heard by McLean, leaving him to wait as the medication took hold.
Closing his eyes McLean took a couple of deep breaths as the nauseated feelings he had quickly dissipated. As he opened his eyes up he watched as he no longer was seeing double, his vision had been restored to one single image. Shaking his head as if he was actually shaking the dizzy feeling from his body McLean stood up with the assistance of Nurse Joy.
“Feeling better?” She asked.
“Much,” McLean said looking around at the damage, “Thank you.” McLean finished sounding distant.
McLean nodded once more to the nurse letting her know he was ok before he made his way to a nearby console to look over the current situation of the ship. The reality of the situation hit home worst than the bulkhead McLean had slammed into earlier as McLean read the console in front of him, the Raven was in trouble, it looked as if the surge in the Electromagnetic Field had caused several shorts through out the ship.
“Good job Rookie.” A familiar voice said behind McLean.
McLean took a deep breath as if trying to send a sign he did not want to have to deal with this personal matter at the moment. Paria came around the console to face McLean.
“You do realize that if I was the Chief Engineer this would not have happened.” Paria said, “I have already informed Captain Trek of our situation while you were…incapacitated.”
“Johnson,” McLean said getting the attention of a nearby crewmember, “I need damage reports ASAP.”
“We have teams already on their way sir.” Johnson reported back.
“Good, very good.” McLean said trying to sound as if he had the situation well under control, “Lieutenant Paria I am going to head to the bridge to check the extend of the damage.”
Paria did not reply to McLean informing her of his actions. McLean shrugged his shoulders and walked away, he did not want to inform Paria that she was in charge while he was gone simply because he knew it would go to her head, and McLean wanted all information to run through him first.
Walking up to a nearby turbo lift McLean was surprised to see the turbo lifts still worked, stepping inside he ordered it to take him to the bridge. It seems the surge only affected certain higher priority systems, very odd, McLean thought to himself as he stepped off the turbo lift.
The bridge was like a zoo with crewmembers rushing around the bridge trying to do what they could to improve the situation the ship was now in.
“Captain, I have not been receiving damage reports down in Engineering, I was hoping you might be able to provide me with a report.” McLean said addressing Captain Trek.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2005 3:11:15 GMT
Dan looked down at his currently-seated First Officer. "You feeling better, Commander?" he asked.
"For the present, yes," he responded.
"Good. I want you to take a security team and do a deck-by-deck sweep of the ship, reporting any problems you notice that don't register from here," Dan ordered.
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Dan turned to see Lieutenant McLean stepping off the turbolift. Zoarial and Halrax have gone down, McLean has come up; at least we know the turbolifts are working reliably, he thought to himself.
McLean approached him. “Captain, I have not been receiving damage reports down in Engineering, I was hoping you might be able to provide me with a report.”
"Well, of course we've got some hull damage from our crashland. I've got a Security team on their way now to do a visual survey of the hull and secure the outside the ship. Main power is offline, with back-up power mostly operational. Propulsion's dead, Navigations' shot, not that that one matters at the moment. Shields are offline, and the Weapons are reported as functional, but that could change when we tried to fire them. Plus that's not a good idea at this range anyway. I've gotten a report that Environmental systems are going to go in the next 24 hours or so, so we'll get to see how hospitable this climate is. I want your main priority to be getting main power back online. And if you can manage it, getting this ship upright and onto landing struts would be helpful too."
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"What's the situation with Paria?" he asked, still noting stress on McLean's mind.
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"I see. I'll probably have to have a talk with her," he said, then turned to BeTor. "How are Sickbay systems doing?" he asked the CMO. "Can we manage?"
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Post by elianabetor on Dec 23, 2005 21:48:49 GMT
"Can we manage?"
E'Liana raised an eyebrow at Trek. "Of course we can 'manage'. Sickbay is designed to work under the lowest circumstances possible - it's obviously preferable if everything works but we can resort to more traditional methods if needs be..." She left him wondering what she meant, hoping that he wouldn't ask what traditional methods were - they could be quite primitive in comparison to what Starfleet members were used to.
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"As far as I know, the systems are working fine. I'll get back to sickbay and ask Nurse Packer myself and inform you when I get there."
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She nodded to Dan and did a last minute check of the Bridge crew for any more injuries before heading out. Once she was safely in the turbolift, she contacted Joy.
"BeTor to Packer."
"Packer here, what's the problem doctor?"
"Could you let me know how the systems are doing? I need to inform the Bridge."
Joy went from the office to main sickbay and checked one of the monitors. "All systems seem to be working fine at the moment, a couple seem to be running off emergency power but they're non-essential systems, so it's alright I suppose."
"Thanks Joy, I'll tell them now."
"Alright, Packer out." She turned around towards the door, waiting for the doors to open and met the eyes of the EMH.
"Just so you know, it's an inefficient use of your resources to leave me running when another member of the medical crew is here." He said, eyes glittering with what Joy would have otherwise interpreted as malice.
Joy, not as cynical - and rude - as E'Liana, just sighed. "Computer, end EMH programme."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2005 2:38:37 GMT
"Of course we can 'manage'. Sickbay is designed to work under the lowest circumstances possible - it's obviously preferable if everything works but we can resort to more traditional methods if needs be..." she said, trailing off a bit, as if hiding the details of what she meant.
He had a hint of what she was refering to. He had had such training for emergency survival when he was much younger. "But how are your systems holding up? Does Engineering need to take a look at them?"
"As far as I know, the systems are working fine. I'll get back to sickbay and ask Nurse Packer myself and inform you when I get there."
"Keep an eye on the crew's health. I've seen magnetic fields like this do some interesting things to the body," Dan noted, a bit of foreboding in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2005 21:51:57 GMT
"Good. I want you to take a security team and do a deck-by-deck sweep of the ship, reporting any problems you notice that don't register from here" Dan ordered. "Aye sir." Steven replied. He tapped his combadge. =/\= Commander Smith to security. I need you best team to report to me on the Bridge on the double. Smith out. =/\= He stood from his chair and noticed that there was now no pain at all. He looked around at all the mess and moved towards the turbolift, awaiting the security team. He turned to the Captain. "I hope I find something around the decks, sir. I want this ship up and running as soon as we can!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2005 2:45:51 GMT
(OOC: I have recently spoken with Ensign Halrax. He is too busy to post and is leaving us. You are welcome to include him as an NPC, but don't tag him)
"As do I, Commander," Dan replied. "Every minute we spend on the surface of this planet makes me wary."
"Why is that, sir?" Arro asked, while trying to manipulate the power grid to the best balance possible.
"Because it doesn't add up. We scanned this magnetic field, adjusted for the frequency. But then, when in orbit, we get hit by a wave of a different frequency, in the same region? And only certain key systems affected? Absolutely doesn't add up," he said, shaking his head.
The Security team arrived, and Smith departed the Bridge with them.
"I think we may have partial sensors, sir," Ensign Williams reported from the Engineering station.
"Anything in the area?" Dan asked anyone who had the time to check.
"Unfortunately," Collaan replied from the Science station. "Humanoids, and plenty of them. About 2 kilometers at a bearing of 90 degrees. They're coming this way. I'm reading energy signatures. Possibly weapons."
Dan hit his commbadge. "Bridge to Jackson and Zoarial. We've got company. Natives, two kilometers away, directly to port. We suspect they're armed. Observe and report back. Caution is advised."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2005 13:02:20 GMT
Zoarial didn't need another push, as soon as the captain's message arrived, he decided set off with a small group of volunteers. But when he saw the large number of people who seemed to be willing to join him, he decided to filter them a little. Some of the new marines looked like they joined for the fighting, so he skipped them immediately. He wasn't planning on a full scale assault... yet...
But while he had this pacifistic thoughts, a small voice in the back of his head laughed at him. Shaking it off, Zoarial stood with his original idea, and took the most unexperienced and least violent looking marines with him, of course together with his trustworthy companion of the security team, Haywood.
Zoarial decided to make a big circle and end up to the side of the natives, thus making sure that if they had to retreat, they did not lead the natives directly to their vulnerable ship. By the time they were close to their target, they had found a small bush-covered hill to hide behind, while observing the natives.
Looking at the grim faces of the local inhabitants, Zoarial decided to report to the Raven before taking any further action.
=^=Zoarial to captain Trek=^=
=^=What do you want to report commander?=^= The reply came immediately.
=^=I can see a group of people heading for the raven, there are about.. 40 if I guessed it correctly, all on foot. The sensors were right, these people are armed, and not even lightly. I am not able to identify their weapons, so I am not sure how much harm they can do. At the moment I am not sure if they have peacefull means, or whether they are just going to investigate "the thing that just fell out of the sky". Is the Raven capable of fending off an attack?=^=
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=^=Do you want me to lure them away from the ship?=^=
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Post by Scott McLean on Dec 29, 2005 21:09:29 GMT
McLean had left the bridge with the weight of the crew on his shoulders once again and with out hesitation McLean quickly made his way back down to Main Engineering. Upon arrival McLean spotted Paria giving orders to the other engineers, sending them on damage surveys. Typically this was the normal role of the Assistant Chief Engineer but McLean took it as a sign that she was attempting to undermined his new authority.
"Report." McLean said in a cold monotone voice to Paria.
Squinting her eyes in disgust at McLean she finally replied as a brief moment of internal cursing at the engineer, "I have sent teams out to take first had accounts of the damage done. Most of the stations down here are non functional at this point, emergency power is being used to run life support and with out an active warp core the emergency power should be depleted with in a 28 hours."
"I want main power back online as soon as possible. I want our main focus to be the warp core for now, once we get the Raven on her landing struts we can continue with a more detailed survey. Main power comes before space worthiness Lieutenant." McLean said.
Looking at her McLean could almost feel her anger reaching out from her eyes. Although it was Captain Trek who has sent the orders to restore main power and place the ship on it's landing struts McLean needed her to obey his commands down in the engine room with out having to resort to adding, 'Captain Trek wants'.
Paria signed heavily before heading away to the nearest group of engineers. McLean walked over to a nearby console and issued a ship wide call for all engineers to report down to Main Engineering ASAP.
"Looks like the day is just about to get longer." McLean said as he began to gather up more engineers to work on the warp core.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2006 2:46:55 GMT
=^=I can see a group of people heading for the raven, there are about.. 40 if I guessed it correctly, all on foot. The sensors were right, these people are armed, and not even lightly. I am not able to identify their weapons, so I am not sure how much harm they can do. At the moment I am not sure if they have peacefull means, or whether they are just going to investigate "the thing that just fell out of the sky". Is the Raven capable of fending off an attack?=^=
"The ship's defensive systems are not, no. We're going to have to rely on ground forces on this one," Dan replied, the situation growing worse.
=^=Do you want me to lure them away from the ship?=^=
"Negative. They far outnumber you, and I can't risk them attacking you, since I can't afford to lose you particularly, Commander. Report back to the ship, and help ready Security for ground combat," Dan ordered.
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"Trek to Security," he then said, after tapping his commbadge again.
"Ensign Parker here sir," a female voice replied.
"Ensign, break out the combat gear, and equip all the Security we can spare. We may have to do some ground fighting. Commander Zoarial will be in command of that when he gets back."
"Aye, sir."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2006 2:48:01 GMT
(OOC: Alright, I'm wrapping up this mission. None of you have posted in almost 2 weeks, and I'm resigning in a few days)
"Engineering to Bridge," McLean's voice came. "I think I've got us engines back enough to upright ourselves. We might even be able to lift off, though it may be a bit risky."
Dan was about to respond, when he was interrupted. "Zoarial to Raven. We've just observed the Hactil taking an offensive stance surrounding the Raven. Looks like they intend to attack."
"Understood. Pull everyone out there back inside. We're leaving, or are going to try anyway," Dan said.
"Yes sir," Zoarial responded, though seemed somewhat disappointed that they were retreating.
A few minutes later, "All personnel are aboard, sir," Arro replied.
"Good," Dan said, just as Zoarial returned to the Bridge. "Nice timing, Commander. Take the helm and prepare to lift-off."
"Aye sir," Zoarial said, sitting down.
"We're ready down here, Captain," McLean said, having been on the comm the entire time.
"Mr. Zoarial, take us up," Dan ordered.
They lifted off. They started to rise, but after a few minutes slowed. "We're losing speed, Captain," Zoarial reported.
"Mr. Arro, transfer all available energy to the engines. Take it from wherever you have to, except Life Support."
After a moment, they started to gain speed again. "There's an electromagnetic disturbance on our tail," Halrax reported.
"Increase speed," Dan ordered.
Soon, they were clear of the planet's atmosphere. "I think that magnetic field is artificial, Captain," Collaan commented after checking some sensor readings.
"I agree. It's too much of a coincidence to be natural. Zoarial, take us back to Starbase Assailant, as fast as we can go."
"Aye sir."
(OOC: I wrapped this up because I'm resigning on Friday. Feel free to do finishing posts)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2006 15:18:56 GMT
OOC: Further simming will take place (and is already taking place) on the thread Shore Leave Just a reminder !
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