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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 21:22:43 GMT
Despite his best efforts to ignore him, Nathan couldn't go around Ta'kel who followed him everywhere he went, and hovered close at every patient he tended to. Once, Nathan roughly shoved him out of the way, unattentive to the older man's own injuries. Instantly, Joshal was there to pull him back and call him to order. Obeying just as quickly, the doctor carried on with his duties until finally the two men were alone.
Nathan ducked instinctively when a blue beam shot past him, though he caught Ta'kel just in time before he could hurt himself in his fall. Surprised registered on his worn features as he regarded Megan, completely rendered speechless in surprise.
“Doctor,” she whispered quietly, “we need to go, now. A team is waiting outside, but we don’t have very much time.”
Mutely, Nathan nodded, though he looked back over his shoulder, concern and pain now being the main emotions on display. He knew Megan didn't want an argument and frankly, he was in no mood to even start one. Right now, all he wanted was to go back to the camp and get cleaned up. "Take him with us," he whispered, "he may be of use."
Megan nodded and ordered him to be hoisted out the window, where two additional marines took care of him. "Thank you commander," Nathan added. "I'll need assistance, I can't climb." he indicated his bloodied right arm and as the skin was exposed all the way up to his shoulder, the commander could clearly see the bruises and the purple discolouration where his collarbone had fractured. "Hurry. If Joshal spots you we'll all be killed. At least I will be."
Once he was assisted out the window, he slumped against the nearest marine in exhaustion. "I'm very sorry commander, this wasn't what I had in mind. I had no choice...I just hope my patient survived under Donovan's and Matheson's care."
Jefferson, bridge “It looks like you are hurt. There’s a medkit in the command center. I’m not a doctor, but I’ll do the best I can to help. You can even sit in the Captain’s chair if you’d like,”
Freddy tried to smile, even though he didn't really like this particular person. He nodded and climbed up the captain's chair; that just wasn't an offer he was going to refuse at any given point in time. It was every little boy's dream! Cradling his arm, he waited for the lieutenant to return. "What're you going to do with me?" he asked quietly, mustering as much defiance as he could. "If you hurt me, my dad'll come after you. You just wait, he won;t like it one bit!"
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 23, 2008 5:17:46 GMT
“Murr, what sort of distractions do you mean exactly? Perhaps I do not understand..”
"False alarms, bogus readings, sabatoge," Matt replied," we need every possible advantage. The enemy has a clear advantage; I want to even the odds a little bit."
(J'Varr)
With his chief engineer thinking of ways to give them a better chance of success, the first officer decided that it would be best to continue on their way. In less than twenty minutes they had climbed seven decks and were that much closer to retaking the Jefferson.
"There are a few command consoles on these decks," Matt said as they reached the tubes that led to the upper decks of the ship," I'm hoping that Matelus forgot about my quarters. I'm sure we can gain some access to critical systems from there."
For the first time since this crisis began, Matt spoke with optimism but that immedatiately dissapeared when he realized that Freddy was no longer near them.
"Where the hell is he?" Matt said as he quickly began to backtrack their steps," how could have lost them?"
(Cyle, J'Varr)
In his gut, Matt knew that Freddy had already been captured by Matelus men. Matt also knew that Matelus wouldn't harm the youung boy, but knew that he would use Freddy to his advantage. He had been willing to destroy the bridge, but now everything had changed. The life of a young innocent boy depended on the choices that Matt and his two officers were about to make.
(Cyle, J'Varr)
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"Take him with us," Nathan whispered, glancing back towards the fallen Dorvan. "He may be of use." Irritation rose through the calm, but just as Megan was about to snap at the doctor, she happened to meet his eyes and froze at what she saw. There were large circles underneath indicating the sheer exhaustion he must be feeling, but it was the defeat she saw in them that caused her to pause. This was not the Doctor van Breughel she was used to dealing with; he was almost a shell of the man who had dared to sedate her against her wishes just a short while ago.
For a moment, the Commander looked him up and down, noting the awkward way he was holding his arm, the open, bloody wound on his shoulder, and the bruises visible on his face. A surge of fury raced through her mind, not directed at Nathan, but she pushed it back quickly, glancing at the unconscious older man the doctor wanted to bring along. For him to speak up in his current condition, it must be important to him, and although she knew if she said no, he probably wouldn’t put up a fight, it was almost for this reason that she felt an obligation to comply.
Finally nodding, Megan crossed the room and hauled the stunned Dorvan across the floor before swinging his legs over the ledge and lowering him to the team below. "Thank you, Commander," Nathan whispered, as he glanced at the window. "I'll need assistance, I can't climb." Nodding in response, Megan helped the injured man over the ledge, lowering him down by his good arm before swinging herself over the ledge as well. "Hurry. If Joshal spots you we'll all be killed. At least I will be."
Ignoring another flash of fury upon hearing the name of the man who most likely hurt the doctor, Megan silently dropped from the ledge and was caught smoothly by one of the remaining men below. Her team had done well, one man already at the top of the small cliff hoisting the heavy form of the unconscious Dorvan to the top with the help of two other men on the ground. The doctor was next, lifted up to join them by his good arm once more while Megan and another man erased all traces of their activity in the sand. At any moment, a guard would be approaching.
Moving to join the remaining men, all three insisted without words that Megan be lifted next, and although resisting for a moment, she finally consented and was soon lifted to join the doctor, the Dorvan, and one of the other men. After helping lift two of the remaining three, Commander Garrett pulled her tricorder and watched with growing apprehension as the remaining man hurried to climb the steep gradient as the lifesign of a guard approached. As he reached the top, the remaining team members grabbed his hands and pulled him up, not a moment too soon as the figure of an armed patrolman turned the corner and began to walk.
A small sprinkle of dust and a pebble rolled down the embankment, causing the entire group to roll on instinct to the ground and away from the edge. For a moment, they all held their breath, waiting to see if they had been discovered, before finally breathing a sigh of relief as the lifesign of the guard continued on its way after its pause. Sharing a relieved look with one of the Marines, the celebration was short lived, as they still had a lot of enemy territory to cover before being in the clear.
Already thinking ahead to their next challenge, Megan again regarded her tricorder to determine when it would be safe to start moving, preferably as soon as possible, for the doctor could be discovered missing at any moment. A Marine was already in the process of securing the still unconscious man on his back after injecting him with a sedative to ensure he would cause no trouble on the trip. Nathan was slumped against another Marine, who seemed to be trying to determine if the doctor needed to be carried or not as another man tried to tend to his injuries. Glancing at the science officer, Doctor van Breughel said, "I'm very sorry, Commander; this wasn't what I had in mind. I had no choice…I just hope my patient survived under Donovan's and Matheson's care,” he added mournfully.
Nodding, Megan replied, “I know, Doctor. This wasn’t your fault. Right now, I’m going to need you to stay as quiet as possible and let us get you out of here. Your injuries will slow you down, so I’m going to have the Lieutenant here carry you, no arguments. Just stay as still and relaxed as possible, and above all, silent.”
The doctor nodded once, no argument, which almost concerned Commander Garrett as much as if he had argued. One of the men had already administered an analgesic, and as he administered another hypospray, the science officer realized it was probably a light sedative. This was confirmed as Nathan seemed to get more tired before her eyes, and as the Marine hoisted the medical officer onto his back, sensors indicated it was time to move, so signaling to the four men, two well armed and two carrying a man as well as a hand phaser, the small team moved forward.
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"What’re you going to do with me?" the boy asked quietly while cradling his injured rm. "If you hurt me, my dad'll come after you. You just wait; he won’t like it one bit!" the boy added raising his chin slightly in an underwhelming show of defiance.
Chuckling quietly, Matelus knelt next to the small human, holding out the dermal regenerator towards the injury. “I have no intention of harming you, and I am not going to do anything with or to you. You will merely be our…guest here on the bridge. I’ll even let you stay in the Captain’s chair as long as you want. I’ll even pretend to be your first officer,” the Dorvan Lieutenant offered, casting a triumphant grin in the direction of his tactical officer. The boy would be very easily manipulated.
It wasn’t like they really needed him to do anything anyway. All they needed was for him to stay out of trouble and remain on the bridge to prevent or limit any direct assaults. Matelus wasn’t positive, but he was fairly sure that this young boy was the son of Commander Reynolds. If it came down to it, the child would be a very useful bargaining chip, even if he wasn’t the first officer’s son.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2008 8:10:20 GMT
Donovan Jameson wiped bottles and other equipment from a waist-high table, giving it a quick swipe with a cloth. "On here!" he motioned the approaching marine. As it were, he hadn't been able to join the team that went for the rescue, but he now could make sure the doctor received proper care.
Dorvan doctor Yonara joined him at the table, quickly drying his hands after he had thoroughly washed them. Motioning at the other marine to position Ta'kel on one of the vacant beddings on the floor, he turned to assist the marine medic. "Tell me what to do," he urged.
Donovan looked down at Nathan's unconscious form, an angry scowl appearing on his face. "What on Earth did they do to you," he murmured, before facing Yonara. "Help me get his clothes off. We'll have to clean him up before we can tend to his injuries." Seeing the local doctor frown, he return it with one of his own. "Don't tell me you're squeamish about undressing a patient to get to his injuries? Hand me that knife, I'll do it myself."
Yonara handed the knife over without argument; instead he dunked a clean cloth into a bowl of cold water and started to clean up the doctor's face. Turning, he watched Megan observe them from a slight distance. Leaving Donovan to tend to his patient, he walked away to join her. "It'll be a close call," he observed, "he'll wake up in a few minutes, but I doubt he'll ever be the same. Do your people have someone specialised in talking to trauma patients? It'd be my strong suggestion he see one as soon as possible. Or at least have him talk to someone he trusts if you have no such person. He must not be alone at all cost."
Meanwhile, Donovan had managed to re-close the cut on the doctor's shoulder and was now working on setting the collarbone. Under his hands, the doctor twitched in agony as he slowly drifted back to consciousness. "Ah hello doctor. Please don't mind my manhandling you for a bit, but it'll help you in the long run. This'll hurt for a moment." With a quick yank and press, the bone halves fell into place, while the doctor fell limp. "Oh dear..."
The Irish medic glanced down on his patient, before continuing to apply a clean bandage. "Yonara your assistance please." They needed to get him dressed before he could fall ill from exposure to the drafty airflows in the camp. "He'll be sore for a while but I've done the best I can. He suffered hairline fractures along three ribs and one was actually cracked, his jaw, left cheekbone, femur and humerus."
He indicated a set of bruises on his lower arms. "The ulna and radius also suffered but no fractures fortunately. He clearly tried to defend himself. Either who did this was incredibly strong, or there was more than one person involved."
Yonara nodded in agreement, then turned when he heard a name being called. Smiling, he walked over to his other gravely injured patient and helped him sit up. "Slowly now Mr Mitchell, and I'll help you over to your friend."
Donovan too, smiled, for the first time that day. "Ah good, that'll help," he offered, pressing a hypospray against Nathan's throat. "If you can, you may sit up, but I wouldn't recommend it," he warned.
Heeding the warning, Nathan remained lying down, not quite snapped out of his submissive part as prisoner. He remained absolutely still, fearing another beating if he so much as moved. A familiar face appeared in his immediate line of vision.
Jayden forced himself to smile. He was in severe pain himself and knew he probably shouldn't have moved. However when he'd woken up from his comatose state and had asked for Nathan, he'd been told the doctor was missing. "What've you done to yourself," he murmured, reaching to caress the doctor's cheek in an uncanny sign of affection.
Nathan turned away, closing his eyes. He wanted to be left alone right now, but as a medic, he realised that'd not be an option. Turning back, he reached to take Jayden's hand away from his face. "Please, not here," he croaked, his throat dry.
Donovan observed the two for a moment with a puzzled look in his face. Then, the pieces fell together and he shook his head in dismay. Affection between two men just wasn't his idea of a romance, and he didn't approve of it. However, he did appreciate a person's free choice and only that witheld him from commenting. "Both of you need rest. We'll see about getting up in a few hours. Doctor, like I said you may sit up, but that's the extend of it. You were badly injured, and you've suffered psychological trauma as well, I won't have you seeing to your patients."
There was however one thing he still needed to tell the poor doctor, something that was best dealt with immediately. As Yonara led the injured marine corporal back to his bed, Donovan leaned onto the side of Nathan's makeshift bed. "There is something you should know," he started hesitantly, "David Matheson was killed during a scouting operation." His hand rested lightly on the doctor's good arm. "I'm sorry. I know you saw something in the boy, but know that he did very well after your abduction. We saved the baby and we saved the girl."
Nathan closed his eyes, stiffling a sob of grief. "Please, I want to be alone."
Donovan nodded, patting his arm once more. "I'll be back later." Now it was his turn to walk up to Megan. "We need to get back to Jefferson," he urged, "as soon as we can. I want him out of this hospital and away from all this grief. He can't take it." He motioned to where Ta'kel was now sat up. "And who might that be?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2008 17:14:52 GMT
ooc: sorry for the double post...I forgot the tiny Van Breughel and I did promise our dear XO to do him...previous post just became too huge to edit at 992 words ic: USS Jefferson, main bridgeFreddy was quickly becoming bored with this childis game of playing captain. Yet he sat tight, playing along. Secretly he was fairly excited at being about to touch any button on the console beside the chair, and nothing happening as a result of it. This just must mean that these buttons had no function. Still, he felt uncomfortable as he knew Colonel Hrisvalar absolutely did not tolerate children on the bridge. And knowing his relation with his father was sketchy, even though they were actually pleasant to eachother lately, Freddy was very certain he was persona non-grata. He had heard that word somewhere, and he was pretty sure that's what he was, except he had no idea what that word meant. "A grown-up's word," his dad would tell him, in his most serious fashion. Quietly, the boy giggled while looking around to see if anyone was watching. There were several guards on the bridge and Matelus himself seemed deep in thought for the moment. Raising an eyebrow, Freddy spotted something that Timiny had once pointed out to him: an access hatch! With that nasty man in the turbolift and another blocking the way, the hatch was his only choice. What was more convenient, the hatch was slightly ajar, big enough for him to squeeze through without having to try and pull it apart. Once the nearest guard's attention was diverted, Freddy bolted for the hatch and started wiggling himself through. He was just through when he heard a cry of outrage behind him. Crawling as quick as he could he covered the first two meters, then three and then he saw strangely shaped objects lying in the shaft. He slowed his pace, halting near them; he hadn't seen antything like this before. Slowly, but carefully, he picked one up and threw it with all his might. A loud explosion followed and Freddy slammed his hands over his ears, momentarily deafened by the sound. He screamed and threw himself flat in the tube, afraid to move another pace either forwards or backwards. Curling himself up in a tight ball, he sat crying, though he couldn't even hear his own sobs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2008 19:12:34 GMT
"False alarms, bogus readings, sabatoge," Matt replied," we need every possible advantage. The enemy has a clear advantage; I want to even the odds a little bit."
“I will do what I can sir.” He smirked evilly, turning to his tricorder. After all, he had gained access due to that earlier implanted message. That code system had given him the ability to cease control of the system in cases such as this. Therefore, he was able to soon wrestle control of the network through the controls of his tricorder. With that in mind, he knew that he could start to flash certain consoles with the red alert klaxon, while others would remain clear and dry. Quickly, also, he reported that areas of the ship were buckling, when of course no such damage was occurring. It was not difficult to make quick work of these systems.
Ducking behind a blind, he was able to operate relatively unseen. Never the less, his portable console made the adjustments untraceable at best.
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"Where the hell is he?" Matt said as he quickly began to backtrack their steps," how could have lost them?"
J’Varr purred slowly, trying to act as the voice of reason, “Calm down now. Becoming irate and such will only make an already arduous task worse. I have some access to the computer. I can try to trace him.”
“Computer, please locate Freddy van Breughel.”
=^= Freddy van Breughel is on the first deck. =^=
The feline purred, “That would place him somewhere atop the bridge.”
He had been willing to destroy the bridge, but now everything had changed. The life of a young innocent boy depended on the choices that Matt and his two officers were about to make.
“I have linked again my tricorder with the last command of the computer that I issued, murr, via a syshook. It is very similar to an assembly language interrupt command. Therefore, murr, I believe…. that Freddy is somewhere within the ship. Not inside, in a deck, as we are, but rather he is inside of a deckhold.”
He gulped, “It is my choice now to do what I am about to do, sir, but I am going to climb the Jeffersies tube network in a way we had not…wait a moment. Do you remember something?”
He smirked in an almost evil fashion, looking inside a portion of the smoldering bulkhead, “You two go on without me…I have something I have not used for a great period of time, murr…” He removed the white pieces of footwear, gulping. They had not been engaged since the first mission he had been assigned here, and he was not sure they were safe. Never the less, before anyone could object, he strapped them on and suddenly saw the decks rushing before his eyes in a gust of wind as though had himself become a jet fighter and soared amongst the horizon in a meeting of industry and organism. However, this came to naught when he felt himself loose altitude, grasping for a pipe above as he started to descend.
However, he also felt his foot-paw go through the wall and into the chamber that he thought held Freddy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2008 3:57:34 GMT
It was a long trip back to safer ground. It took them nearly twice the time to cross the distance again, since this time it was in daylight. There were numerous close calls, but each time, they just managed to stay concealed even if it meant they had to remain stationary in cramped, awkward positions for many agonizing minutes. As they approached friendly lines, the group halted lying low in a field of tall grass and Megan opened a channel. “Garrett to Grant, we’re approaching the outer line. Please inform leaders along the second perimeter a group of seven is advancing on their position and not to fire. Send a group from base to help move the injured.”
Glancing around at the four members of her team, all of whom looked exhausted, Megan gave her final instructions. “Alright, this is the last obstacle. A field of short grass is between here and the low rocks where our people are stationed. There is almost no cover between here and there, so we’re going to have to stay as low to the ground as possible and crawl the rest of the way. There are scattered rocks and trees the whole way, so try and stay in their shadows or as close to them as possible. We move one at a time from shelter to shelter in this order: myself followed by Hayes with the doctor, then Koripel, Welk with the Dorvan, and Rayet at the end. I will move to that rock first then the two trees over there before Hayes moves to the rock and so on following my lead until we reach safety. Understood?”
The four tired men nodded, so the group stayed low moving to the edge of the tall grass before Megan ventured out, crawling almost completely on her stomach to the rock, paused for a moment, and continued on to the trees. Once there, she flipped around and watched as Hayes with the doctor nearly lying on top of him advanced to the rock. Identifying the next point as a group of three medium sized boulders, Commander Garrett advanced there and then watched as Hayes moved with the doctor to the trees and Koripel crept out to the first rock. It was agonizingly slow going, but gradually the group made progress, inching across the field that lay as almost a neutral zone between the two sides. The stress was agonizing.
Halfway across, a fight broke out between the two sides causing streaks of phaser fire and the occasional explosive of some kind to fly above the low lying team. It only added to the nerve-wracking pressure, but the group kept moving until finally Megan reached the other side, scrambling the last few feet dodging shots before being helped to safety by officers on the other side. Within ten minutes, the rest of the team was safely back in friendly territory and the Commander breathed a sigh of relief. An Ensign was hit while helping Hayes and the doctor, and Second Lieutenant Welk was also hit while running with the Dorvan, but neither was hurt badly. The mission had been entirely successful, and this time there were no losses.
As the injured were helped back to base, Megan stood with Hayes, Koripel, and Rayet, all looking completely filthy and exhausted. “Well done, all of you,” Garrett praised, feeling incredibly proud of each of them. “You’ve all performed above and beyond. When this is over, I’m putting each of you in for commendation; that goes for Welk too. Beam back to barracks to rest for a shift before being redeployed.”
The three Marines nodded, looking relieved at getting some rest and pleased from the approval but trying not to show it. Smiling slightly, Megan walked the rest of the way back to base with injured. Nathan and the Dorvan were still unconscious, but Welk was awake, so the Commander walked beside him and relayed the same praise to him that had been given the others. Upon reaching the base, the science officer felt relieved to be back in relative safety and familiarity, but instead of going straight to the command center lingered to watch as the doctor was moved to a bed, waving off several officers concerned with her own condition and appearance.
As Nathan was tended to, Megan decided to take a few minutes to try and clean up as best she could. Her face and hands managed to clean up rather nicely, save a few scratches, and her hair was fixed, but her uniform was too far gone to do much about at the moment. Commander Garrett returned to the medical infirmary just in time to see Jayden leaving Nathan’s bedside. It was good to see the Marine up and about, and as he was helped back to his bed, the science officer approached. “It’s good to see you up and about, Mr. Mitchell,” she commented, smiling slightly. “We’ll try and have you and the doctor back onboard the Jefferson as soon as possible.”
Even as she spoke, Megan caught sight of the doctor’s face across the room and he looked terribly upset. Patting Jayden lightly on the arm, the Commander moved across the room to meet Donovan halfway. "We need to get back to Jefferson as soon as we can. I want him out of this hospital and away from all this grief. He can't take it," the medic reported, concern displayed on his face, as he craned his neck to glance in the direction of a now conscious Dorvan. "And who might that be?"
Shrugging slightly Megan replied, “That’s what I’m about to find out. Keep a close eye on Doctor van Breughel and make him as comfortable as possible,” she added before moving to speak with the man Nathan had insisted on bringing, whose expression appeared to be a combination of confusion and resentment. “I’m Commander Megan Garrett. The doctor insisted we take you with us, and though I’m not the type to take prisoners unnecessarily, I agreed considering his condition.”
Trying not to let her anger at what had been done to Nathan show too much, the Commander continued evenly. “The doctor also said you might be of use to us, but I’m not sure what he meant by that. If you’re a doctor also, we could certainly use the help given your willingness, though I would...understand if you chose to treat only your fellow Dorvans. I would, however, like to ask your name, if I may?”
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OOC: Also sorry for the double post. Got carried away...again...
Matelus was growing tired of catering to the boy’s juvenile fantasies of being a starship captain. These childish games were becoming more and more loathsome by the minute. When the child, ‘Captain Freddy,’ began playing with the inactive console next to the chair, the Dorvan was relieved to get a few moments to stop playing along and glanced at the viewscreen. Where were the rogue officers who were supposed to be attempting to retake the bridge and would get blown to bits instead? With a heavy sigh, he continued staring off into space, wishing they would just make a move already. Then he could focus on more important things.
“Hey! Hey you!” the cry of tactical crewman Wital snapped the Lieutenant out of his contemplation, as several of his men jumped towards the hatch. “The kid, he went in there!” Wital reported while hurrying to push the doors completely open.
As soon as the port was made adult-accessible, Wital dove through the opening and crawled frantically after the child. “Careful!” Matelus called after his tactical officer. “It’s not safe in there. The entire place is filled with…” his warning was cut off by the sound of a massive explosion followed by more and more successive detonations cascading throughout the Jefferies tube system surrounding the bridge.
“Mines…” the Dorvan commander finished rather unnecessarily, as the bridge fell silent, not in tribute to the supposed dead human but at the realization the single disturbance triggered the entire series of mines to detonate in a cascading effect. The secondary hatches were no longer blocked making bridge access possible. The moment of silence suddenly ended when the screaming and crying of a little boy was heard echoing from the hatch and onto the bridge, almost mocking them.
A few moments later, Wital emerged from the port dragging the still screaming and crying child behind him. Everyone’s face bore a serious mask with hints of anger and frustration. This boy had potentially ruined everything. The tactical officer picked Freddy up, who was still crying and holding his ears. A trickle of blood was beginning to emerge and make its way slowly down the side of the young human’s neck, clearly indicating damage. A similar indication of injury was visible on Wital as well, who tossed the small child to the deck in a heap as a show of disgust.
Letting the boy stay curled up on the floor crying, Matelus addressed Wital. “Go to sickbay. We have a…” At the confused look the currently deaf tactical officer sent him, the Dorvan commander slowly and loudly repeated, “SICK…BAY.” The crewman nodded and moved towards the turbolift, switching places with Briet, who took the tactical station. Shaking his head, Matelus glanced at Horella. “At least we kept a medical assistant stationed in sickbay. Hopefully he’ll help Wital.”
Glancing in frustration at the sniffling and hiccupping boy, who was apparently out of tears for now, Matelus was tempted to kick him, but restrained himself. Freddy may have messed up their plans, but it had been unintentional. At least now, he didn’t have to play ‘Captain and First Officer’ anymore. “Tie him up, securely, and stick him back in the chair. Don’t worry about treating his injuries. He’s just bait now after all.” Glaring at the cowering boy, the Dorvan added. “Throw some more mines in there. Don’t worry about getting it perfect again…just space them out better.”
With another frustrated sigh and another glare sent in Freddy’s direction, Matelus hissed, “You may have just cost us dearly, boy. I won’t forget that.” Of course, the child couldn’t hear it, but the commander hoped the threat was sent nonetheless.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2008 17:28:19 GMT
Cyle and the small group of rag-tag officers (totaling 9) crept along the jefferies access quickly and quietly. Stopping from time to time to gather his breath and remember the layout of the tubes, Cyle knew they were close to the bridge and stopped one final time, just outside one of the main hallways leading to the bridge. Looking out the access he saw 2 guards standing outside, keeping an eye on the hallway while holding a conversation. Holding up 2 fingers, he pointed outside the access, telling Matt how many guards. Cyle had turned to move towards the other hallway when he heard Matt calling from behind him.
"There are a few command consoles on these decks," Matt said as they reached the tubes that led to the upper decks of the ship," I'm hoping that Matelus forgot about my quarters. I'm sure we can gain some access to critical systems from there."
For the first time since this crisis began, Matt spoke with optimism but that immediately disappeared when he realized that Freddy was no longer near them.
"Where the hell is he?" Matt said as he quickly began to backtrack their steps," how could have lost them?" Cyle instantly knew he was talking about Freddy and cursed under his breath. Somehow the caitian managed to tap into the access controls with his tricorder, unsure and unwilling to know Cyle continued to move forward, followed by 3 officers. Cyle stopped when he could see the other door leading to the bridge, also with two guards. Cyle motioned for the other 3 officers to return to Matt's side, and soon followed. Cyle and the other officers fell the ground when the sounds of explosions rang through the jefferies tubes. As the dust settled on top of them, Cyle coughed and looked up, barely able to hear still he swore he heard a scream coming from one of the smaller tunnels above them.
"those were mines, probably placed in the smaller access tubes above the bridge. We may have just gotten a lucky break. 2 of you get down to sickbay, someone may have been hurt." Cyle moved back to allow them to leave, then looked at Matt. "take 2 and get up on top, I'm going to need cover fire, and you'll have the advantage. I'll take the other and move in from below, wait for me to grab the boy before moving in to assist."
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Cyle and the ensign behind him crept down into a small access tunnel, roughly 3/4 the size of the jefferies tube, and slowly made their way to the right side of the bridge. Cyle slowed more as he noticed a few mines laying on the floor, to far spaced to explode each other, but still enough in the way to restrict his progress. Cyle and the ensign waited until he heard Matt's phaser fire from above them. Holding up his finger to steady the ensign, he passed over his rifle, and slowly started to move the access cover aside. As the phaser fire between Matt's three, and the bridge 6 increased, Cyle risked a quick scan. Noting that Freddy was tied up in the captains chair, Cyle began thinking of a way to get to him. Two guards were on the far wall, behind chairs, one more lay dead on the floor 10 feet from Freddy's chair, while another was ducked behind the console that was directly behind the captain's chair. The other two was unseen by Cyle, but he could guess they too were hiding behind a wall or console. "the one behind the center console, i think he's in charge keep an eye on him, and move to front so you can see the other two" Cyle said to the ensign, who nodded and moved to kneel in front of Cyle.
The ensign rushed to the front and jumped behind a console, firing to Cyle's left, where the other two officers were. From the smile on the ensign's face, Cyle knew there was one less officer to go, which gave him the odds he liked the most, bracing himself for a quick run, Cyle knelt in the access way and bolted out to the captains chair. Quickly grabbing Freddy, who seemed to mold his body in a way to grab Cyle, the ex-marine officer rushed back to the access followed by phaser fire. Cyle dived to the ground and looked up, to see a mine only a foot away from where he landed. Grabbing it he quickly tossed it out in the fire fight and ducked, covering Freddy's body with his own. The explosion seemed to end the fight, as the blast had badly injured the officer in charge of the renegades. To Cyle's surprise he lifted his head and didn't feel any pain, until he started moving, he groaned from his shoulder wound inflicted the first time, and then felt his lower back to find another phaser burn, not a direct hit but enough to cause some damage.
"Major are you all right?" Cyle heard from outside the access, he turned his head to see Matt looking at him. Nodded in response he pushed himself up, grimacing from the pain in his lower back as he worked to untie Freddy, who had started crying again. Leaving the boy to remove the ropes, Cyle crawled out and was offered a helping hand. Looking around the bridge he noticed the damage from the mine, half the center console was gone, the other half damaged beyond any normal repair. The chair Freddy was in, was on its side against the wall. Cyle was glad to see the ensign had ducked down to avoid any harm, and was currently holding his rifle at the injured officer, and Matt and his two officers were OK. "Lets get control back and radio down to the ground party" Matt said as Cyle limped over to a console.
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OOC sorry T'ress i had no idea what happened to you, so i didn't know where to post you
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2008 18:56:39 GMT
ooc: bit of a JP between Cyle and Freddy.
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Freddy squirmed as he was grabbed from the chair he'd roughly been dumped in. His world had gone strangely silent since the explosion and his ears were hurting. After the tactical officer's manhandling, his arm had started hurting again too, moreso since he'd been tightly bound. He felt the pressure of a body against him as he found himself into the access tube once more. Only this time the face belonging to the person was familiar. Allowing Cyle to untie him, Freddy found himself without time to thank the former marine.
Crawling out of the tube, ungracefully tumbling onto the deck, Freddy looked around, his face white with fear. "Cyle?" he asked. He knew he had asked because he knew he thought the word, but he couldn't hear anything. He tugged at Cyle's pant leg to get his attention, before wrapping both arms around both legs, crying once more. "Thank you," he managed between sobs.
Cyle turned to see the young boy clutching his leg with tears falling from his eyes. He looked up at Matt who shrugged in response, leaving Cyle to deal with the crying child. Cyle knelt down with a minor amount of discomfort to look the boy in his eyes. "You're welcome, now stop crying."
Freddy just gazed at him in confusion; it was obvious Cyle was saying something, but he couldn't understand what. However he struggled to contain his sobs, feeling that he was indeed making a fool of himself before the grown-ups. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Cyle's neck, misunderstanding the kneeling position for one of comfort.
He felt the officer stiffen and he released him just as quickly. "You're hurt," he sniffled. "You should find my dad, he can fix you."
Cyle slowly straightened his back and grinned at the boy, showing a painless face. He noticed the confused look on the boy face after he spoke, realizing he couldn't hear at the moment, and hoping it wasn't permanent. Cyle pointed to himself, and held his hand out in an "OK" . Then pointed to the boy, and with the same "OK" motion asked if Freddy was hurt.
The boy nodded painfully. "My ears hurt real bad, and my arm," he replied softly, keeping his eyes on the tall officer. He wiped a hand past his neck, feeling the trickle of blood itching down his collar. He looked at his hand in shock. "And I'm bleeding." His breathing quickened along with his fear, feeling his entire body tense up as his muscles tensed in shock. He successfully held back his tears, but he was very close to fainting.
Cyle's painless expression quickly turned to the closest one to concern he could have, as he dropped back to his knee and gently turned Freddy's head, looking at his ears. Grabbing the boy and holding him against his own bruised and battered body, Cyle rushed out of the bridge calling back to Matt. "His ears are damaged."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 28, 2008 17:00:36 GMT
The explosion had been an unwelcomed surprise, but Matt quickly realized that it gave them a brief advantage. Matelus and his men were going to assume that they had all been injured during the explosion. This would allow them the time to take their positions. Even though Matt was the ranking officer, he was glad that Cyle took the lead. As a marine had had much more experience in closed combat. As Matt and his group of officers took their positions he couldn't help but wonder what was going down on the planet. For all he knew they could all be dead.
His thoughts were interrupted when phaser fire whizzed by him missing him by mere centimeters. Knowing that he couldn't be distracted, Matt pushed all thoughts of his friends out of his mind and began to fire. Knowing that Matelus was a trained Starfleet officer, Matt had an idea of what to expect. As his phaser fire gunned down one of the rebels, he saw one of his men slump to the ground dead.
"I'm sorry Commander there is nothing we can do for him," the man closest to the dead ensign said.
"I know, I need some cover fire," Matt said trying not to dwell on the death of another Jefferson crewmember. Matt knew that this firefight couldn't continue for much longer. The bridge was already in shambles and he was not going to be responsible for more deaths. As he quickly explained his plan, Matt saw Cyle run towards Freddy. Knowing that he would need cover fire, Matt immedately rushed the rebels. This took them by surprised and allowed him to stun five of the rebels.
"Give up Matelus!" Matt screamed over the phaser fire.
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Matt could feel the burns all over his face, but knew that they were not serious. The explosion effectively ended the fire fight, but to Matt's horror Matelus was no where to be found. Knowing that he had more important things to do, Matt checked up on his officers and began to work.
"Computer all stop," Matt said as he removed a dead rebel from the helm. Even though he was worried about Freddy, Matt decided that it was best for him to stay on the bridge. The faster he could gain control of the Jefferson the faster he could help his crew.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2008 19:48:59 GMT
The feline was unharmed, though it had seemed he had a way to go as he plunged through the longitudinal tube way. It appeared as though he was in a duct immediately above the bridge. Kicking out a grate below him, he used his claws to lower his form gracefully to the floor – after all, cats always land on their feet.
As he was on the bridge, he caught eyes with Matt’s. Jumping into the middle of the firefight, he withdrew his compact Type I phaser and started to take several shots with it. He then retracted the safety and discharged three continuous beams of light across the bridge. He was clearly more concerned with order, as opposed to Matt’s concern with the destruction of the bridge. With a few more shots he was able to…. and as that thought continued, he felt the force of the explosion singe off a great deal of his fur as he was thrown back, thus ending the firefight.
Concerned with his and the other’s safety, he forced himself to struggle to his footpaws. The bridge had to be suppressed in such a manner that nothing could be destroyed further. He threw open the panel closest to him, swapping isolinear cards as quickly as his burned paws would allow it. The power had to be diverted through areas that were not as badly damaged, so that he would not have to be concerned with the possible outbreak of fire.
Trying to look back, the feline was equally as concerned with the well being of his patriots.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 28, 2008 21:45:00 GMT
Lieutenant Kristin Hope Transporter Chief USS Jefferson
Begin Log First Entry 1600 Hours
I don't know what just happened, but I was sure that I heard an explosion. From what I can gather a group of Dorvan rebels took control of the Jefferson and destroyed the USS Lion with most of the crew on board. The USS Fang was forced to leave the system in order to survive. I just hope that Brigadier Hrisvalar and the rest of the Jefferson senior staff was on the Fang. I know that they will do everything in there power to bring reinforcements as soon as possible.
Begin Log Second Entry 1800 Hours
Jennings informed me that the ground troops were conducting business as usual, but that of course must not be the case now. With the Jefferson in control of rebels, our ground troops must be taking heavy losses.
Begin Log Third Entry 0200 Hours
I don't know what just happened, but I'm thinking that some of our officers have retaken partial control of the ship. A few hours ago the Jefferson stopped dead in its tracks and the rebels have been conducting sweeps of the entire ship. I'm pretty sure I heard one of them mention Matt's name and I couldn't be more relieved. Caleb is scared for his father's life, but I know that Matt has gotten out of harder situations than this. Hopefully I will be able to record another entry soon. I've been able to record these messages by tapping into the shuttle's comm system. If the rebels are as smart as I think they are, they will catch on soon.
Begin Log Fourth and Final Entry 0400 Hours
We have just all heard a huge explosion coming from the upper decks. I know that Matt and his team have made there assualt on the bridge. I don't know what is happening, but I've noticed that we have been able to regain control of some systems. I don't know who is winning the battle on the bridge, but in case we don't make it I'm downloading some logs from the ten people I have been with since this ordeal began. End Log and Transmitt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2008 23:45:12 GMT
As the Dorvans hurried to re-secure the bridge, Matelus was just beginning to feel nervous for the first time since taking over command. Their position was vulnerable now, and all because of a single human child who was supposed to be their trump card, not their Achilles’ heel. Pacing between consoles, glaring periodically over at the little urchin, the Lieutenant had a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach that the success and glory of their little rebellion was about to come to a quick, ignoble end.
Almost before he realized what was happening, a fire fight broke out from all around them. Diving for cover behind a console, Matelus and the others returned fire, but there didn’t seem to be any point. The next thing the Lieutenant knew, there was a mine hurtling towards him, causing an instinctive reaction of diving for cover with his arms protectively encircling his head. The explosion sent pieces of shrapnel hurtling through the air before embedding themselves throughout his body. The Dorvan cried out once before falling silent. His vision swam in grey and black, and he couldn’t seem to hear anything but muffled, distant, and unrecognizable noises.
Matelus was barely conscious, but he did remember his last resort backup plan. Reaching into a side pocket, the Dorvan retrieved a small device and pressed a short series of commands which resulted in transporter beams encompassing each of the rebels onboard the Jefferson who had survived the assault. Only eleven men rematerialized at the evacuation coordinates while the transport records detailing where their patterns had been sent were erased. As the Lieutenant struggled to remain awake, he saw the faces of two Dorvan crewman and several other rebels.
Still coughing from the smoke of the explosion, Lieutenant Matelus managed to gasp, “Bring me to Joshal,” before succumbing to the pain and losing consciousness.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2008 22:03:17 GMT
OOC: JP with Nathan
“The doctor also said you might be of use to us, but I’m not sure what he meant by that. If you’re a doctor also, we could certainly use the help given your willingness, though I would...understand if you chose to treat only your fellow Dorvans. I would, however, like to ask your name, if I may?” Megan asked.
Ta'kel drew himself up to his full height, and though there was little left of his prideful bearing from before, he could still give her a defiant glare. "I am Ta'kel," he answered, "and I am the chieftain of my tribe. I am not a healer, but if there's anything I can do to repay the debt I owe your doctor..."
'A chief...' This reply surprised Megan, as well as his indication of owing a debt to Nathan. Jumping at the chance, the Commander replied, "Well...you could tell me why your people are fighting us... We are only here to offer medical aid and to find out what went wrong on the Lion. The fighting only started out of a need to defend ourselves. We have no desire to harm any of your people..."
"We aren't fighting you," Ta'kel replied, "not my tribe. We're defending ourselves. Granted, we're not too fond of Starfleet right now because their mistake cost us dearly, but the attacks were not done by my tribe." ~not unless Joshal defied me~ he thought miserably. "Though, Joshal could have taken over my army without my consent. He's prideful and very stubborn, not to mention ill-tempered."
Pondering this for a moment, Megan saw a perfect opportunity to end the fighting, at least in this area. "I can assure you, we did not attack first. I am solely in charge of half the Starfleet officers on this planet. We beamed down with mostly medical personnel to the explosion sites and a few soldiers to protect them and then responded to the attacks. I have no desire to continue this fighting."
"Neither do I; too many people got hurt," Ta'kel agreed, indicating his own injury. "I was shot, but I have your doctor to thank for my life. He's very skilled, but he isn't happy."
"Far too many people have been injured or killed..." Megan agreed in return. "And I am glad to see you are doing better." Glancing sideways at the silent doctor lying on a cot, Commander Garrett added, "And no, he's not happy. His spirit has been broken. I've never seen him like this. It was my job to protect him, and I failed."
Turning back to face Ta'kel, the science officer continued, "Perhaps the two of us can work to stop this. No one else need be hurt. I can't account for what's going on in orbit, as we lost contact with our ship, but I can stop our side of things if you can reach your people and the other chiefs."
"I can," he promised, "and I'll have my son account for what he's done. Your doctor has my sincere apologies, though I doubt there's anything I can do to undo the damage done. Had I intervened on his behalf, Joshal would've killed him and me as well. I am, however, very sorry. I like him, and I've seen his drive. Yes I'll talk to the other chiefs and get them to stop the fighting. Do you have a means by which I can do so immediately?"
He too glanced over to the silent doctor, who was once more accompanied by Jayden. "He's an odd one though," he murmured, more to himself than to Megan, "but I can't figure out why."
"Wrongs were done and there were casualties on both sides, and with the destruction of the Lion, we may never know what started all of this. My command center is in the next room. If you have the frequencies to contact your people, you can reach them all from there," Megan confirmed, glancing back over at the doctor. "He's one of a kind; that's for sure," she agreed quietly.
A smirk crossed her face as she confided in the older Dorvan. "You know, I wasn't very happy with him earlier. He dared to sedate me against my wishes because he felt I needed a rest." Chuckling, though still not exactly happy about it, Megan indicated towards her makeshift office. "Shall we get this ceasefire underway?"
“Everyone is unique in their own right, and stubborn toward the care of others," the Dorvan added, "I've got the frequencies. We should put a stop to this at once."
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This was proving to be in interesting day; first his father had disappeared, together with the alien doctor and now his lost brother was suddenly returned to him. Joshal stared down at his older brother in disdain, before injecting him with a powerful stimulant. "Hello brother," he sneered.[/i]
Blinking against the light as he tried to sit up, Matelus, unlike Joshal, was thrilled to see his brother. "Joshal!" he cried. "I had feared you had been killed by the Federation's evil plot to take over our planet. How is father? And the rest of the family? I was so worried..."
Joshal sharply struck him across his mouth. "Do not speak of him," he snapped, "he's gone over. The rest I don't know, they fled into the hills. I alone remained; I alone arranged for a medic to see to our wounded and I alone saved his life. That ungrateful..." He trailed off, eyes flashing angrily. "And where were you, exactly? And how did you come to be in this..." he picked up a small part of Matelus' tattered clothing, "...ungraceful state of being?"
The slap startled Matelus, and he wasn't sure he understood what his brother was saying, but he was beginning to grow angry. "Show a little gratitude yourself. I was in orbit defending our home. I took command of the Jefferson, destroyed the vessel that attacked our planet, and drove away another ship. I had planned on defending Dorvan with the Jefferson, but it was retaken by the enemy."
"What enemy. Those idiots have most of their people on the planet. We fought them and fought them hard, killing several and injuring even more. We acquired us a doctor to heal our wounded, one of theirs as a matter of fact but father escaped with him. I had him broken, scared enough not to run but Ta'kel took him, I'm sure of it. I shouldn't have let that doctor save him. I would've been chieftain then, and we'd have won."
"They may have most of the people on the ground, but the kept their best people on the ship," Matelus retorted defensively. "And we were outnumbered, but we still managed to takeover and hold their ship. Do not disgrace the men we lost by diminishing what they did," the Lieutenant spat, glaring at his younger brother.
"And as for father, did it ever occur to you that they came to rescue their captured doctor and took him captive in return? Have you so little faith in our father that you automatically assume his dishonor? You have grown suspicious and cynical since I left. It is you who dishonors our father speaking in such a way.”
"How exactly did you lose control," Joshal demanded furiously, ready to strike out at his brother again, especially at the mention of capture. "He wasn't captured," he retorted, "There was no sign of struggle. No, he went willingly. That doctor got to him, I'm sure of it. I shouldn't have left him in charge of the prisoner. Oh he tried to escape but I quickly taught him that doing so would not end well for him. He never tried again."
"They..." Matelus started, hesitating to mention their defeat was partially at the hands of a child. "They sent in a mole, whom I was going to use as bait for their attack. He instead detonated our defense perimeter and they attacked, blowing up part of their own command center to get it back. They outnumbered us and it still took destroying their own bridge to stop us,” the Dorvan declared proudly.
“As for you, you outnumber them millions to one here. And just because there was no sign of a struggle doesn't mean he wasn't captured. He could have been stunned. You know so little of the enemy and their tactics. It's little wonder you've managed to accomplish so little," Matelus shot back. Sadly enough, they had fallen right back into their old relationship and their last conversation already.
A commcall interrupted their argument, Ta'kel's voice resounding clearly over the fallen silence, declaring a ceasefire and the need for all parties to assist the other. "See?" Joshal spat.
Rolling his eyes, Matelus sat up completely and moved to the communications station. “You idiot…he’s probably been captured and then coerced. Have you no faith in our father?” Shaking his head at his younger brother’s stupidity, the elder brother sat at the comm and began trying to establish a link with the terminal that was sending the message of peace. If he could talk to him or not, he could confirm this was all just a ruse by the enemy and begin to really command the offensive.[/color]\
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Back at the camp, Ta'kel rocked back in his seat, a stunned expression on his face. He had believed Matelus to be dead and had openly grieved for him when he had indeed disappeared.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 30, 2008 8:42:53 GMT
At first glance one would assume that nothing could be done from the bridge, but the ship's first officer was not going to give up that easily. Having already bypassed most safeguards, Matt was ready to reinitialize operational control. If he was successful they would be able to reach the planet within the hour.
"Computer being reinitialization process," Matt said once he finished criss crossing all the exposed wiring from the command console.
"Reinitialization will be complete in ten seconds"
For the first time since retaking control of the Jefferson, Matt allowed himself to slow down and take a short little break. His thoughts immediately turned to the fate of his crew. He didn't know what was happening to them down on Dorvan V, but he could only pray that under Megan's leadership they would all be alright.
"Reinitialization complete."
"Computer what essential systems are operational?" Matt asked wanting to know how much work they would exactly need to do.
"Weapons, communications, sensors, navigation and environmental controls are working at half capacity."
"Computer send out a general distress signal and try to patch me through to the nearest Federation outpost or ship," Matt said as he began to work at the operations console.
"General distress signal sent. Closest Federation ship is the USS Fang."
"What is the condition of the Fang?" Matt asked happy to know that the ship hadn't met the same fate as the Lion.
"The Fang is being towed by tractor beam but the USS Justice."
"Computer have we been hailed by the USS Justice," Matt asked as he acknowledged the repair teams that had finally arrived on the bridge.
"Affirmative."
"Contact the Justice," Matt said as he tried but failed to reactivate the view screen, "USS Justice this is Commander Matthew Reynolds, First Officer of the Jefferson. We have retaken control of the ship, I repeat control of the ship is back in our hands. Authentication Reynolds Zodiac Seven Alpha."
Matt knew that it would take a few moments for the Justice to respond and he could just hope that the Justice would be able to provide assistance quickly.
"Good work Matt," Brigadier Hrisvalar said over the comm," we have been awaiting your call."
"It's great to hear your voice Brigadier, we require reinforcements immediately at Dorvan V," Matt began to explain," our people are fighting a huge military force. The Jefferson is badly damage and cannot provide the required assistance."
"Understood, Commander the Lone Wolf and Sarek are three hours away at high warp," Hrisvalar replied," they will be awaiting your orders."
"Sir, the Jefferson is in order to command anything, I recommend that Captain Randu take command of the situation when the Sarek arrives," Matt recommended.
"Negative, you know the situation," Hrisvalar said," plus its not his crew that is on Dorvan V. We'll try to reach you as soon as possible, but the Fang is not able to fly under her own power."
"Understood Brigadier, Reynolds out," Matt said as he turned his attention on the engines," Commander T'Ress, we need the engines up and running. We don't know if the rebels have any other ships in the system. Without our sensors we won't be able to find out either."
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"Major Johnson, report to the bridge," Matt said as he studied the tactical situation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2008 21:41:19 GMT
JP with Megan Garrett
Back at the camp, Ta'kel rocked back in his seat, a stunned expression on his face. He had believed Matelus to be dead and had openly grieved for him when he had indeed disappeared.
Relieved at the sight of his father, unrestrained and in relatively good health, Matelus continued ignoring Joshal and spoke. "Father! I am so relieved to see you are alright. Have they hurt you badly?"
Ta'kel gazed at the viewscreen, his expression gone pale, but a smile appeared on his face. "These people haven't hurt me," he answered happily, "granted they took me without my consent, but that's hardly unexpected after Joshal took their doctor without his."
His father's happiness at being captured was confusing to Matelus. He could almost hear Joshal thinking 'I told you so' behind him. Anger welled up strongly...they must have hurt him... "Father, it's going to be alright. We'll come and get you, but you must stop asking for this ceasefire if you can. We must keep defending our homes," the eldest son insisted, waiting for the signal to mysteriously vanish.
NO!" Ta'kel almost shouted, "no more fighting! There are already too many dead, too many injured. It must stop, immediately." He paused. "I'm unhurt, and I'm not a captive. The only hurt that was brought upon me was what Joshal caused. His arguments were the cause of my only injury. I was shot, and he further caused grief by capturing their doctor. You know what he's like."
"Now wait a minute!" Joshal cut in, "if I hadn't gotten him you would've died. A little gratitude...." He fell silent, not wanting to spend more breath on the issue.
Torn, Matelus glanced between the image of his father and his scowling brother. His father seemed his normal self, but how could he want to stop fighting? After taking a moment to think, Matelus carefully replied, "Father...I agree that too many people have died, but we didn't start this war; they did. They attacked us. We are only defending ourselves trying to drive them off the planet..."
"Lieutenant," Megan addressed the Dorvan she recognized stepping within sight of the terminal. "I understand you’re angry about what happened to your planet, but you're a Starfleet officer. You know the Federation would never condone attacking Dorvan like this. What would we have to gain? It's already a Federation colony. That doesn't even make any sense."
Ta'kel nodded. "It was all a big mistake and the ship that did attack us has been destroyed. Please, stop this fighting. Don't make me lose my sons over this."
"That's right the ship that attacked us has been destroyed. I destroyed it. I did it for you, for our people, for Joshal even. I couldn't sit by why the Federation moved to further occupy and decimate our planet like that....and as far as I knew you were gone..." Matelus added quietly, lowering his head at the thought, remembering all the hurt and anger he had felt when he'd heard the news.
Restraining her anger at this news, Megan responded, "And because of that, we may never know who did this to your people and bring them to justice. Someone could have programed or remotely controlled the Lion, or maybe even someone in her crew had some sort of personal reason. Either way, the evidence is gone now...and whoever did this may or may not be dead as a result. But more people, good people, are still dying here. Don't you think enough people have died already?"
Joshal scowled under his breath. "Just get the hell off our planet," he snarled, before stalking away.
In the mean time, Nathan had struggled to sit up and managed to find his way over to Ta'kel and Megan. "Problem?" he asked softly.
"I don't know yet," Megan replied quietly. "And shouldn't you be in bed? You need to rest."
Matelus was beginning to get confused. Everything his father and Commander Garrett said made sense, but that would mean he had been wrong.... Joshal, the coward, had already stormed off to do who knew what. Turning back to the screen, Matelus looked sadly at his father. "Are you certain they will stop and leave? If we stop fighting, they could use that to their advantage to wipe us out or advance?
Nathan nodded. "I will," he answered flatly, resting his hand on Ta'kel's shoulder. "Don't worry," he promised, "everything will be all right."
Ta'kel twisted to look up at the Human doctor. "I hope so." He turned back to he screen. "Son, please help me stop this. Starfleet will leave when this situation is solved. They're here to help, they already have helped so many. This doctor and two local doctors have saved hundreds. And more can be helped if we allow them to. We haven't the means to do it, but they do."
Matelus bit his lip as he tried to clear his mind and think. Everything he had fought for seemed to be slipping away. Turning to survey the room, his eyes fell on a Dorvan rebel. He was badly injured, coughing up blood while one of his friends sat next to him, trying to help but not knowing what to do. The friend looked over at Matelus, covered in blood, his eyes pleading for help.
Turning resolutely back to the screen, Matelus nodded once. "I agree. Continue transmitting, reach as many of the chiefs as you can. I will try to ensure the fighting stops here. Commander...I'm going to have to trust you, but I warn you if I see for a second you're not holding up your end of the bargain, it's off."
"It won't come to that," Megan assured him, smiling slightly over at Ta'kel. "I'm transmitting a ceasefire and retreat message to my people as well. They'll remain in the medical bases we've already set up. Feel free to send your injured there, and we'll try to help as many as we can."
Leaning forward, Megan added, "But let me be equally clear, my officers will still defend themselves if attacked. We'll stay as long as you need help or as long as it takes for a ship to come and retrieve us. If you ask us to leave, and we are able, we will go."
Though without enthusiasm, Nathan nodded his agreement. His right arm was still very stiff, his hair still bloodied even though his face had been cleaned up. He moved stiffly, as if enduring great pain. "We'll help as many as we can, without exhausting ourselves," he promised flatly. He just couldn't bring himself to his usual enthusiasm. "Just promise me one thing." He hesitated, fear in his eyes. "Keep Joshal away from me."
Matelus nodded in response to Megan, and his eyes darkened at seeing the chief medical officer, a civilian and a good doctor, so afraid of his brother. "Trust me, doctor. I won't let him near you," Matelus assured him. "In fact, he may be asked to pay for what he's done...as I may..." he added, dropping his head slightly in shame. He was just starting to realize what he'd done.
Nathan nodded. "You are injured," he stated matter-of-factly, "how severe?"
"It's nothing," Matelus dismissed offhandedly, feeling he didn't deserve medical attention especially since his condition wasn't life threatening. "However, there are people here who desperately need help. I'll start sending them over as soon as possible." Turning back to his father, his head still lowered, the Dorvan added, "Father, I'm sorry. I have shamed you as much as Joshal has."
As Ta'kel pondered an answer, Nathan turned hopeful eyes on Megan. "Has there been contact with the Jefferson? I would really like to speak to my son."
Smiling sadly, Megan replied, "Nothing yet, doctor. But since Matelus and his men have left, I'm sure they're just trying to get systems back online. We'll hear from them soon I'm sure."
Meanwhile, Ta'kel had formulated his answer. "Look at me," he demanded, looking squarely at his eldest boy, "You are repenting, that's something. You were always different, the better person. You'll be all right, work with Starfleet, help them help us rebuild our homes. We've all shamed ourselves, and now we pay for it. The doctors here will await our wounded, and I'm staying to help. I owe them that much."
"And I will stay here and ensure our tribe does not continue the fighting," Matelus assured his father, still feeling ashamed. "I will also remain on Dorvan to help with the rebuilding, if Starfleet does not demand I return to atone for crimes."
As Ta'Kel and his father continued speaking, Megan moved across the room to a smaller communications board. After sending through the ceasefire and retreat orders to all the Jefferson officers, as well as forwarding what was going on to the Fang's personnel, Megan decided to contact the Jefferson, since Matelus had indicated they had regained control of their ship.
"Garrett to Jefferson..."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2008 0:30:39 GMT
ooc: this one's as the kid.
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Hannah barely contained a horrified cry as the injured security chief walked into sickbay, carrying a bloodied and crying child. She rushed up, took the child from Johnson and pointed to a bed. "You, overthere," she said shortly, hugging the child close to her before depositing him on another bed.
"Hello Freddy," she encouraged, patting the bed. Immediately, one of the two felines jumped up, purring as she cuddled up to the boy. The nurse frowned when the boy didn't respond. "Freddy?" She tapped his shoulder, getting his attention.
The boy looked up, his fears dirty from smoke though trails showed where his tears had scrolled down his cheeks. "I want my daddy," he howled, clapping his hands over his ears again, rubbing them fiercely.
Hannah took the hint, grabbed a tricorder and ran it over the boy. "Fractured radius, multiple bruises and lacerations, ruptured eardrums, damaged earways," she reported aloud, glaring at Cyle. "What happened to the poor child?" she demanded.
She pressed a hypospray against the boy's throat, seeing the contents take effect immediately. Quickly, she caught the now sleeping child before he could fall off the bed. For safety's sake, she restrained him, so he couldn't roll off when he woke.
The nurse walked up to Johnson, giving him the once-over as well. She listened as he was summoned to the bridge. "How badly do you need him commander," she answered the hail, "Commander Johnson is injured, I'll need to patch him up first. Oh, and the boy is asleep now, thank you for asking. There's nothing I can do for him, only the doctor can do what needs to be done, I haven't the skill or the know-how."
She bandaged Cyle's injuries, injected him with a strong painkiller then nodded. "You're good to go Mr Johnson. Be careful."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 1, 2008 3:29:04 GMT
"Garrett to Jefferson...."
At first Matthew thought that he had heard what he wanted to hear, but the fact that one of the repair team leader had to nudge him to respond meant that they had actually been contacted by the ground forces on the planet.
"It's great to here your voice Commander, how is everyone on the ground?" Matt asked wanting to know the condition of his crew.
(Megan)
"Commander, I understand that Matelus thought he was acting in the best interest of his people, but he destroyed a Federation Starship and is directly responsible for their deaths. I cannot in good consciences allow him to go unpunished. He and those in command of this rebellion must be arrested immediately."
(Megan)
"We'll be able to begin transporting our crew back to the ship within the hour, but we have massive damage to the ship. It will take some time," Matt said," is Doctor van Breughel with you commander?"
(Megan)
"Doctor, I'm afraid that Freddy was injured during our attempt to retake the ship," Matt said knowing the fear that the doctor must be going through at this very moment. Matt couldn't even think what he would do if something ever happened to Caleb," I'm told that its not serious, but I just wanted to let you know."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2008 19:47:18 GMT
is Doctor van Breughel with you commander?"
Hearing his name being called behind him, Nathan stepped up beside Megan once again. "I'm here commander, what can I do for you?" he asked, before Commander Garrett could even begin to form a response.
"Doctor, I'm afraid that Freddy was injured during our attempt to retake the ship," Matt said knowing the fear that the doctor must be going through at this very moment. Matt couldn't even think what he would do if something ever happened to Caleb," I'm told that its not serious, but I just wanted to let you know."
Nathan fixed his gaze on the small screen, his expression drawn and pale as blood withdrew from his face altogether. He felt one of the marines slip an arm under his healthy arm, keeping him up as he threatened to faint. "What happened," he demanded, "how did he get injured, is he all right?"
He turned to Megan. "I need to get back to Jefferson. Right. Now!" Jayden appeared beside him, looking worried as he relieved the supporting marine, slipping an arm around Nathan's waist, trying to draw him back, trying to be of comfort. Nathan shook him off, angry and confused.
The Betazoid marine sighed audibly, then grunted in pain as the sigh hurt his ribs. Immediately, Nathan turned to him in concern, but Jayden waved him off. "Please," the doctor pleaded.
Ta'kel observed from a slight distance, feeling immensely sorry for the Human physician. Luck just did not appear to be with him and fortune seemed not to want to smile upon him. "All interference has been canceled," he reported in, after receiving a report from his eldest son.
Nathan shifted uncomfortably, feeling ill-balanced with one arm now confined to a sling to keep the injured limb immobile until it could be treated properly. His jaw was still burning and he still suffered a pounding headache. He rubbed his temples with his free hand, casting a tired look upon Matthew Reynolds. "Who is with him now?" he asked, hoping that it was at least someone he trusted with the care of the child.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2008 3:35:15 GMT
"It's great to here your voice, Commander. How is everyone on the ground?"
“It’s good to hear your voice as well,” Megan replied, incredibly relieved that the ship was still in one piece. “We just reached a ceasefire, but we lost some good people down here. We’ve already been in contact with Lieutenant Matelus. He and his men joined a group of rebels near my location but quickly agreed to assist with the truce. He expressed a desire to remain on Dorvan to help with rebuilding the settlements. Considering the circumstances I gave no promise. He knows he did wrong and wishes to atone for his actions, but I think he realizes that in spite of his change of heart, there will still be consequences as a result of what they did.”
"Commander, I understand that Matelus thought he was acting in the best interest of his people, but he destroyed a Federation Starship and is directly responsible for their deaths. I cannot in good consciences allow him to go unpunished. He and those in command of this rebellion must be arrested immediately," Matt responded.
Reluctantly agreeing with him, Megan replied, “Understood, Sir. However, I think it’s best to wait until the situation is slightly more stable down here before arresting them. The peace is new and fragile, and I’d like to ensure our people’s lives before making a move. As soon as you have transporter capability, there is a shortlist of badly injured officers, from the Jefferson and Fang, whose evacuation should take priority. I’ll transmit the list to the transporter rooms in preparation for retrieval.”
"We'll be able to begin transporting our crew back to the ship within the hour, but we have massive damage to the ship. It will take some time,” Commander Reynolds confirmed, before hesitating to ask, “Is Doctor van Breughel with you, Commander?"
Stepping aside slightly to allow Nathan to speak with Matt, Megan watched and listened in horror as the report came in of Freddy’s injury and the doctor became increasingly agitated. He had been through so much this mission. Megan felt a very strong sense of responsibility and a desire to help him. Stepping in after the first officer reported who was with the young boy, Commander Garrett chimed in.
“Excuse me, Sir, but we do still have a shuttle from the Fang in orbit. She’s been handling transport requests and serving as a sensor relay. I highly recommend we use that shuttle to transport the injured from the surface to sickbay immediately, starting with Doctor van Breughel, Corporal Mitchell, as well as several others at my location. There are over two dozen sites, each with a list of people in desperate need of more advanced medical attention than we can give them down here. We’ve lost too many good officers here. I’d like to prevent losing any more.”
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 3, 2008 3:11:02 GMT
“Excuse me, Sir, but we do still have a shuttle from the Fang in orbit. She’s been handling transport requests and serving as a sensor relay. I highly recommend we use that shuttle to transport the injured from the surface to sickbay immediately, starting with Doctor van Breughel, Corporal Mitchell, as well as several others at my location. There are over two dozen sites, each with a list of people in desperate need of more advanced medical attention than we can give them down here. We’ve lost too many good officers here. I’d like to prevent losing any more.”
"Understood, Jefferson out," Matt said as he tried to find the shuttle in question. With working sensors, Matt was able to find the shuttle rather quickly and immediately transmitted the new orders," begin evacuating the most critically injured, starting with the ones at these coordinates."
Until a few moments ago, Matt had been hoping to recieve good news from his science officer. She would report that they had some critically injuried people, but they were all alive. From what he could gather from the short conversation, there were dozens of casualties. Not allowing himself to dwell on the bad news, Matt once again began to help out the repair teams. The faster they go the transporters back online the faster they would be able to help the injured.
"How much longer until the first injured arrive?" Matt asked.
"Ten minutes."
"Well lets see how much we can get done before they begin to arrive," Matt said putting his attention to repairs once again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2008 17:42:20 GMT
There was a certain level of repair work that the feline was required to do. Once more on his jet boots, he was utilizing the type one phaser modification he had earlier made to weld portions back together. Should he complete the task correctly, it would appear very much as though the deck one jefferies tubes were not damaged at all. However, upon exiting this area and entering the bridge proper, he saw that there was far more work to do here to get the area cleaned up. A firefight and gunplay on the bridge was hardly the best thing for assembling a clean vessel.
Removing his boots and gloves; he tossed them into the bridge storage cabinet and exhaled. It was certainly not going to be an easy task ahead of him, no matter how far he had already gotten.
Walking into the turbolift, he kicked a piece of debris out of the chamber that apparently had fallen into it after the fight. Sighing gently, he pushed a button on the turbolift, spending only a few moments on this new floor. However, he soon made his way back into it with something held up into his arms.
Finding his way into the sickbay, he entered the chamber that held Freddy and looked down, finally releasing the two other felines onto the boy with a grin.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 3, 2008 20:19:48 GMT
"Commander Reynolds, our transporters are finally back online," Kristin said as soon as she reached the bridge. Everyone aboard the Jefferson knew that Matt and Kristin were an item but they had never been comfortable with showing affection for each other in public.
"Sorry if I had you worried," Matt said as he took her hands into his and gave her a quick kiss which completely took her by surprise. This show of affection didn't go unnoticed by the repair teams on the bridge, but Matt at this point didn't really much care.
"I wasn't worried one bit," Kristen said as she offered Matt one of her famous smiles," I need to get back to work. We'll begin transporting people within five minutes."
"Alright, the shuttle caring the doctor should be arriving now," Matt said knowing that he would need to meet with the doctor as soon as possible," from what I've been told Freddie isn't seriously injured but Nathan will not see it that way."
With another quick show of affection, both of them parted ways and went back to their work. They had now been dating for years when both of them were lieutenants. His relationship with Kristen had never interfered with his job as first officer and as long as it didn't Zhukarak was okay with it.
"Commander Reynolds the shuttle has docked and the injured are being taken to sickbay as we speak," a crewman reported over the comm.
"Alright I'll be there soon," Matt said as he entered the lift and instructed the computer to take him to his next destination.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2008 20:49:29 GMT
Nathan was at the end of his strength, both physically and emotionally and he knew he could and would sleep for hours on end if time permitted it. As it was, he knew that he'd have to make do with a few hours as he was the only fully qualified doctor currently on the Jeffersion. Hannah was almost qualified but she still had a few exams to go before she could call her self doctor.
He felt himself supported on two sides, then cast a chargrined look upon the marine that had bonded himself to him. "You're injured yourself, you shouldn't exert yourself like that," he scolded, as he leaned more heavily on Davison to spare Mitchell.
"It's just a flesh-wound," Jayden retorted, the rest of his response cut off as the three men were transported to the shuttlecraft. Surprisingly, they weren't transported to the Jefferson straight away, but rather were flown there. After the shuttle docked, Davison tapped his combadge. "Three to transport to sickbay, medical emergency," he reported, "Nurse Lowell, prepare for two severely wounded."
In sickbay, Hannah was watching Freddy, smiling a little when the feline chief engineer approached and dumped two startled smaller felines on the boy's bed. She watched the five year old break into a grin, before reaching over to hug T'Ress. Her smile turned to a sad grimace as she watched the chief medical officer appear in sickbay, supported by two bloodied marines.
What ran her blood cold was the look in his face and his general submissive appearance. ~my god what've they done to you now~ she thought, as she grabbed her tricorder and rushed up to the three men. Just at that moment, Jayden collapsed, dragging the doctor down with him as he couldn't support the marine's weight.
"Davison, get him up on that bed, I'll take care of Nathan," she orderered. The marine nodded, beckoned two other nurses and moved off. "Nathan, look at me," she said sternly, and to her surprise he obeyed without hesitation. "I've some bad news.."
Fear appeared on the doctor's face, before he nodded once. "Freddy was hurt," he whispered miserably.
"Yes, but he'll be all right," she answered gently, nodding towards the boy, who was now happily entertained by his pets.
Expression brightening, Nathan rose painfully to his feet, wincing at every move. "Freddy!" he called. The boy did not respond at once, but reached out as soon as he caught sight of his father, crying freely. Nathan too cried as he rushed up to his son, walking awkwardly due to being ill-balanced. He sweped up his son in a single-armed but evenly tight hug, pressing the boy to him as though it would be the very last hug he'd ever give him.
"Dad!" the boy cried out, wrapping his arms around his father, who in turn winced visibly. "You're hurt," he exclaimed, though his father's response was lost on him.
"He's deaf," Hannah explained the lack of response to his questions and reassurances. "He was close to an explosion on the bridge and his eardrums ruptured." She tried to lead Nathan away to a second biobed to examine him and have him cleaned up. She watched his bloodied and tattered clothing, then took a closer look at his injuries. In her expert opinion, he bore the marks of a man who suffered extreme torture and she was greatly worried for her boss. Yet, the sight of his son seemed to cheer him even though she could see it hurt him as well.
Both medics turned as Matt walked into sickbay. "Nathan no!" Hannah called as Nathan purposefully strode forward, grabbing the first officer by the throat and pressing him up against the wall, using as much strength as he could muster.
"I trusted you," he snarled, "and yet you got him hurt. I'll think twice before trusting you with my boy again. He could've been killed!" There was little strength in the bloodied fingers that closed around Matt's throat, but the threat was real. "What were you thinking, dragging a five year old into a warzone!"
Nathan was enraged, truly enraged for the first time in his life and if asked later, he would not remember the threats he had uttered at the first officer's address. His face was close to Matt's, his eyes ablaze and narrow. He was swaying on his feet but only remained upright by pure force of will. There was nothing left of the prior submissive human, but there would be when his rage was spent. And spent it would be, as he had little strength left.
He felt Davison try to pry him away from Matt, but he forcefully shoved the marine aside, using his injured arm. "Stay out of it!" he snapped. "Answer me, damn you!" he demanded of Matt.
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