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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 9, 2009 10:52:01 GMT
They had left the shuttle below an outcrop of rock, this, with luck would make sure it remained undetected for the time the away team was on the surface. Climbing out of the natural depression, dressed in civilian clothing, they made their way over the gradually leveling terrain until they approached the outskirts of the settlement ... Concealed behind out-buildings, Torek got everyone in close. "OK ..." he whispered, "We need to locate Kol, IF he's here. But any information you can get on the St James or her crew will be useful. Try not to push anyone here 'too' much. We have no idea who is working for Kol. Keep your phasers and Comm badges hidden at all times and keep Comms to a minimum." "Sir." one of the Marines said, checking his tricorder again, "There seems to be at least a half dozen bars of various sizes in this settlement. I'd think we'll get something there." "Agreed." Carl said, "Right, rendezvous back here in two hours, we'll compare notes and if need be, go back in. We can't afford to be here too long or we are going to attract attention." Confirming their orders, everyone began to move into the settlement itself ... Moving down what seemed to be the main thoroughfare, Carl wearily watched the residents as they moved along the street. It was late, and the majority seemed to have taken advantage of the constantly open bars. "Waaa .. atch it man !" a man warned Torek after stumbling into him drunkenly, "Hey .. Do I know you man ?" "No, I don't think so. just arrived." Torek said, ensuring with a look that the Marine with him didn't draw his phaser, "Sorry, you know a good bar ?" "Sa ... Sam's ... He's cheap, got girls ... Ov ... Over there." the man managed to say. "Thanks." Carl said, gently easing the intoxicated man against the wall before moving in the direction indicated. Thirty meters away, he could see the flickering neon sign ... 'Sams Bar' .......... < tag : Away Team / All >Come on guys
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 9, 2009 12:29:22 GMT
OOC: Sorry I didn't post last night as I said I would, and sorry for the length!
IC: "I'm coming down there with you Commander. There's over one hundred and eighty Star fleet personnel down there somewhere. We need to find them ......"
Blakus looked at his Captain. He'd just been about to collect his away team, the presence of the CO would certainly change his choices. Andae's eyebrow raised at Torek's decision, but then he flickered the hint of a smile which remained present for only a very short time. He could see that the Captain was very keen to get to grips with Usana and Kol; if they were indeed on the planet's surface.
Such eagerness had the potential to spell trouble however, so in addition to the people he had in mind for the away team already, Blakus elected to take another three UFP Marines.
"Another away mission," he muttered quietly to himself, as he led the partly-assembled away team to the shuttlebay. The XO wondered if he would stay out of trouble on this one; he wished that to be so, but he also knew that the chances of a problem off the ship were rapidly increasing for him. He had not had an incident involving him personally on an away mission in quite a while now, the next was bound to come around eventually.
The rest of the away team, the marines and the marine pilot, were waiting for them next to the shuttle. Blakus nodded and thanked them for their promptness as they all climbed aboard. Moments later the shuttle shot out of the asteroid field, descending the gravitational potential well into the atmosphere and eventually on to the surface of the planet. Night had fallen on this side of the unknown colony world; if he concentrated hard enough to see past his stoic, implacable reflection in the forward screen of the shuttle, Blakus could see the grey, dusky land out and beyond.
The quartet of marines and selected members of the Raven's senior staff moved across the plain towards the city. Blakus could see distant lights twinkling in the descended darkness, and a part into the city, beyond the initial buildings, was what looked like a spaceport of some type. Certainly the different structures there were larger than the surroundings.
Eventually the away team started moving in between the outermost buildings of this port city. The gently winding streets, lined with dusty sodium lamps that topped dark, totem-like poles, led them deeper into the settlement. As they wound in further, the density of number of buildings became noticeably greater, and the uneven and cobbled ground gave way to a smoother material - akin to the historical trademarked substance known as Tarmac.
The Captain's encounter with an intoxicated local momentarily made all the marines panic and start for their phasers, but a combination of the ease and charisma with which Carl Torek dealt with the male, and Blakus's staying of some of the marines' weapons (indicating that the Captain could handle himself) diffused the potential problem.
Blakus looked up and around as they reached the intersection before Sam's. He tried to locate the spaceport but could not see it due to the other immediate structures. He relied on his ears instead, trying to listen for any particularly loud and perhaps starship indicating audial signal. "I believe we should head for that spaceport eventually," he said to the group, "Usana and Kol would not have been expecting us, so they would've made planetfall at the easiest place to do so."
"Meaning that spaceport," the marine Sergeant finished.
"Exactly," Blakus said, looking around at the Sergeant, "It is the major spaceport in the major settlement on this colony. If the St. James is on this world, this place is the most likely place for us to find him."
The away team were generally in agreement over this and they continued across the street, heading for the rather run-down and depraved-looking bar. If this.. 'Sam', or whoever the owner of the establishment was had so much influence in this area, then looking here for Kol and whatever he had come here for was a very safe opening bet.
They approached the entrance, Blakus and the Sergeant in the lead. At the door were two burly and very large Mysar. Each six foot and a half on average in Blakus's estimation. Now the Raven's XO was six foot (and the Sergeant at least that) but still he felt quite intimidated by these brutish Mysar colonists. What they were doing here he had no idea. He stopped, looked at them and tried to walk past. "Coming through," he said with authority. A bare and very well muscled arm came up barring the XO's entrance. Blakus looked at the arm and glared at the Mysar, to which he received an almost primeval snarl.
Blakus tensed himself and out of the corner of his eye, saw that the Sergeant had a grip on the phaser concealed within his civilian garb. The tense situation persisted for another fifteen seconds during which time the Mysar glared at them all, seemingly studying them. Eventually the arm dropped and the Federation officers and NCOs were allowed past.
It was only once they were inside that Blakus realised the two Mysar were door guards of some sort. He slapped his forehead, punishing himself for his naivety as the Captain distributed loose orders to the team. It was dark inside; red lights played off the ceiling and the walls, bathing the gloom of the bar in a hellish glow of scarlet. There were a great wealth of people too, all making as much noise as they saw fit. Blakus looked towards the bar, partially obscured by the mass of people; it swept around out of sight to the left and seemed to be divided at intervals. He looked on with disdain at the locals, many of whom were acting 'animalistically', and many of whom were, like the male they had encountered earlier, intoxicated on local brands of liquor.
Blakus tapped the Sergeant on the shoulder, getting his attention. The marine turned around and nodded. "Send two of your marines to investigate the spaceport, we have plenty enough here to search for Kol or anyone who might know him." The Sergeant saluted and went to fetch his marines.
Blakus moved over to Torek and a couple others of the senior staff. They were moving in the general direction of the bar, dodging past people and weaving through intervening tables. "Captain," Blakus said to Carl, nodding, "It's going to be a job to find anyone in this place."
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 9, 2009 13:13:26 GMT
Carl couldn't decide if the bar reminded him of some medieval Earth tavern, or something from the Klingon Home-world. The place was dark, too dark for his liking. They could walk right past the man they were seeking and not even notice him .. Moving slowly toward the bar, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder and turned, careful not to jostle anyone in the process. "I've sent two Marines to look over the Spaceport. There's a chance they might find something." Blakus said, then looked around the room frowning, "Captain, It's going to be a job to find anyone in this place." "Agreed ... I'm also a little worried about us getting back to the shuttle. Have Commander Jamison put people on the outskirts of town, just in case they're needed." Carl looked at the men behind the bar as he approached ... 'They don't look like the type to give up information on a whim' he thought. "What's it to be ?" one of the barmen said, obviously uncaring as to the answer. "Ale's ... Two." Torek said, then waited for the man to return, "We've just arrived. I was supposed to be meeting a, friend, here. Maybe you've seen him ?" "Do I 'LOOK' like I would be keeping track of your 'friends' man ..." he said, slamming the jugs down, "Thats two credits for the ale, or are you opening a tab ?" "We'll open a tab .. Thank you." Carl said. The barman merely grunted something unintelligible, then moved off to harass a woman at the end of the bar. Torek put his back to the bar and surveyed the clientele. Andae was right. It was going to be all but impossible to find anyone in here, but they would have to try .......... < tag : Jamison / ALL >OOC: OK all, feel free to talk to the natives, and get some info
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2009 5:06:41 GMT
Reluctantly, Will had stayed aboard the Raven to work on the special assignment given to him by Commander Blakus. He had recruited the help of a few science department officers and they wer still no closer to an answer than they were when they started. Every time they thought they had it figured out, something else threw them a curve and proved them wrong.
=^=Blakus to Jamison=^=
=^= Jamison here, sir. Go ahead=^=
=^= Will. the Captain wants you to put a few extra men on the outskirts of town just in case we need them.=^=
=^=Aye, sir. I'll get a squad down in 5 minutes.=^=
=^=Very well. Blakus out=^=
Will switched the terminal he was working at over to security and ordered the detail to be beamed down. He than returned his attention to the task at hand.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 15, 2009 16:02:58 GMT
Blakus let the Captain, Sharp and the other Raven officer with them progress to the bar. He watched them as they arrived there, making sure that it went smoothly before moving on himself.
As he turned away, Blakus incidentally shoulder barged somebody. He braced himself and held ready the impulsive retorts that he had prepared for delivery - just below his answers that identified primarily with common-sense. For his benefit and to his relief, it was actually one of the marine privates that had remained in the bar.
"Oh, sorry sir," he said. "No need to apologise, Private." Blakus said, dusting himself off annoyedly. He indicated behind the marine with a glance over his shoulder, "What do you think of that group over there, they look as if they may know something." The marine looked around at the rather common looking group at a table to one side of the bar, he rolled his eyes slightly but managed to hide it quite well from the XO. "Yes, sir," he replied dryly.
Blakus sighed. "This is impossible," he muttered. Looking through the wealth of silhouetted locals towards the bar, Blakus tried to espy the Captain and company. It was made even harder due to their civilian clothing. Eventually he spotted them doing their best to talk to the locals, just before he and the marine began moving around a corner towards the people Blakus had picked out.
This group were a quiet looking bunch, minding only themselves and hunched over their drinks in quiet conversation. "Excuse me," Blakus said, approaching them, "Could I bother you for some information?"
Heads slowly turned and dark eyes looked up. Blakus steeled himself, the Mysar were intimidating no matter what their mood. The XO moved closer, "Do you know of a Mysar by the name of Kol Dremar? I am led to believe that he is on this colony." There was no response, only several slow blinks. Even in the oppressive dark, it was clear that these Mysar were rather confused. Blakus looked at them dubiously, then glanced at the marine beside him.
"Perhaps we do," one of their number suddenly said. Blakus was taken back in surprise.
"Oh really," he said, his face lighting up more than he would have liked at this welcome revelation.
"Or perhaps we don't," another said in an impossibly guttural voice, his gaze drilling Blakus's with distaste.
"I see, it's like that then, sorry to have bothered you." The disguised XO turned his back on them and grimaced at the sight of the rest of the bar. He began moving into the masses of people with trepidation, the marine in close attendance. Blakus then saw a decidedly shifty group moving past them and towards the table they'd just been at. He heard them greet the group at the table and picked up on the sliding of chairs; that was when he was sure he heard one of them say 'Dremar'.
A spark ignited in him as if from the striking of flint on rock and he turned, feeling a renewed resurgence of purpose at what he considered to be an excellent piece of 'eavesdropping', his senses assuring him of that. He turned and marched to the table. "What did you say?" he demanded of the people there.
They looked surprised to see Blakus and the marine again. "Nothing to concern you," one said, shrugging him off.
"No, what did you speak of? You said Dremar. You mean Kol Dremar?"
"I said, it was none of your concern!" The Mysar snarled the words, shoving his seat back he confronted Blakus with his sudden outburst of rage.
Blakus's eyes flamed in anger as the marine moved to step between him and the Mysar. "Do not deny me!" said the XO, unable to control himself, "You spoke of Kol, now what-"
The Mysar grabbed Blakus by his civilian clothing, Andae could feel the strength of the colonist as he creased the civilian garments in his rough iron grip; he was infuriatingly helpless as the Mysar pushed him backwards, then releasing him and allowing him to crash backfirst into an occupied, round table for two.
The sound of the crash was almighty, but due to the overall background noise of the bar (which was appreciably great), only half of the place's occupants seemed to take notice. Blakus had no time to wonder if brawls were commonplace in this establishment as the pain of the impact shot away from his back into his neck and thighs. The wrecked table's occupants jumped up and shoved him from their table.
Blakus got up himself and turned 'round on them, extremely angry at being pushed away such as he was. He could see that they still looked on him unfavourably so his closed fist lashed out at the nearest one, striking them on the jaw and sending them to the floor. They tumbled down a short flight of two or three steps.
The XO looked around for other danger and his eyes widened in surprise. Pure pandemonium had broken out in the immediate surroundings; everywhere in the near vicinity Mysar were fighting each other. Glass broke, tables splintered and cracked, fists were thrown. Near to the XO, the marine private was desperately trying to fight off two of the Mysar who Blakus suspected knew Kol Dremar. He rushed to his aid, trusting that the rest of the Raven crew scattered throughout Sam's would rush to this quarter of the bar to see what was unfolding.
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 15, 2009 17:34:00 GMT
Carl watched the man serve, scanning the bar for the most likely avenues of investigation. As the barman passed he threw a comment. "So ... I'm looking for a man, you may have heard the name ?" The barman stopped, a look of annoyance on his face. He looked Torek up and down as if assessing what sort of price he'd get at some cattle market. "I'm going to say this once, and only ONCE man ... Drink your drink. Keep your questions to yourself, or risk getting a cut throat for your, curiosity !" he said, looking round all the time he was talking, "It is not healthy to be asking questions in here. You understa ......" he broke off the conversation as he heard what seemed to be a fight breaking out at the far side of his establishment. Obviously not one to miss out on things, he jumped the bar. Torek noticed, a little shocked, that the man was holding a large wooden club. Swinging it above his head, people very quickly made room for him to pass. Carl followed close behind .. As they neared the 'disturbance' Torek could see his Exec' getting up from the floor. A marine was holding back one of the Mysar. Looking round, Carl could see fights breaking out spontaneously as people launched a fist at the nearest target .... Hearing a sickening 'THUD' Carl looked in the direction of his Officer, and was greatly relieved to see him still standing. Which was more than could be said for one of the near-by tables' occupants. He was on the floor, blood flowing from a massive head wound. The victims partner, a solidly built woman, pulled out a knife, swinging it in the barman's direction. Shocked, Torek could only watch as the man buried the club in the woman's head. The single blow killing her instantly ! Torek felt someone grip his arm and begin to drag him backward. "Sir ... SIR !" the Marine Corporal said insistently, "We need to get the hell out of here." Carl could see Blakus moving to follow and allowed himself to be maneuvered in the direction of the doors. Someone forced a piece of paper into his hand as they moved, but Carl dared not look at it now for fear of dropping it. Once outside he told the Marine to find everyone and make sure non of the Raven crew had been caught up in what had happened .. Calming his breathing, he looked at the scrap of paper in his hand. Kol Dremar has a matter/anti-matter device. He plans to destroy a Federation colony. He will leave the surface in the next two hours ! Carl handed the paper to Andae. "We have to find him .. If this information is correct." "Space port ?" Blakus asked. "We can't risk showing the Raven or I'd have her in Geo-stationary orbit right above us." Carl said, trying to get the image of the dead woman out of his mind, "Contact Commander McLean. Have him keep an eye out and alert us if a ship breaks orbit. Dremar has the St James hidden somewhere and I want it." The St James may not be on this planet Captain." La Grange said. "True. But if it is, I want it to remain here. Especially in light of this information." Carl admitted, pointing to the scrap of paper, "Did anyone happen to see who gave me that by the way ?" "There was a young woman, dancer i think. She bumped into you on the way out." the Marine Corporal said. "Try to find her .... We'll head for the space-port .... Anything you think relevant, contact me immediately .. Forget radio silence .. I'm certain Dremar knows we're here now. He'd be a fool not to think we're coming after him !" The Marine re-entered the now quieter bar and began to look for the woman from earlier. Torek and the others began their walk to the space-port .......... < tag: ALL >
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 17, 2009 23:36:22 GMT
"Try to find her .... We'll head for the space-port .... Anything you think relevant, contact me immediately .. Forget radio silence .. I'm certain Dremar knows we're here now. He'd be a fool not to think we're coming after him !"
In the shadows, the woman listened to the man who seemed in charge. She watched the other man make his way back into the bar. 'Not the best idea' she thought wryly, watching the Star fleet Officers move in the direction of the space-port. Following the man into the bar, she moved behind him and picked her time to speak.
"Buy me a drink ?" she said casually.
"I'm sorry ma'am ..." LaGrange said, before realizing this was the woman he was looking for, "... I'm not looking for compan ... OK ... I'll get you a drink, want to sit down ?"
They moved to a table in one corner, waved over one of the waitresses and watched as the body of the woman killed earlier was removed. Once their drinks arrived, the Marine asked for the information he needed to know.
The woman spoke quietly. Explaining that she was Janelle, and had been part of Dremar's crew, 'more' than crew. But did not agree with what he was planning, and had decided to leave his employ. It was becoming obvious to LaGrange why she had made herself known, and why she had offered the information. Dremar would kill her if he knew she had betrayed him, so she needed a way off the planet, and out of the Mysar system. The Federation ship was her 'ticket' he decided.
"Where is the hidden Federation ship ?"
"If I tell you that you will never get me off the surface ... I want to be on your ship bef ......"
LaGrange had begun to stand, almost panicking the woman into blurting out her information, but she silently pleaded for the man to listen and help her. She downed the drink he had got for her in one, then started to explain about the weapon Dremar had .. A matter/anti-matter weapon could destroy a whole planet if the size was right, and if Dremar intended using it against a Federation settlement or colony, then it was big enough. LaGrange could see she was having difficulty speaking and offered to go to the bar for refills.
Moments later he returned to the table .. Janelle was sat with her head resting in her arms on the table. LaGrange put down the drinks, casually looking round the near-by tables for anyone who seemed interested. Leaning forward, he placed two fingers on Janelle's carotid artery, feeling for a pulse that was no longer there. Sitting back, he took a deep drink from his glass, his eye's taking in everyone around him. Then standing, he dropped a credit note on the table and made his way to the door ...
Once outside, he concealed himself in the shadows for several moments, checking that he wasn't about to be jumped. Then at a run, made his way to the space-port ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 19, 2009 21:25:47 GMT
Blakus looked dubiously around the outskirts of the spaceport they'd walked into. It was night of course, and that made finding the appropriate people here virtually as difficult as it was in the dangerous and mad Sam's. There were several large complexes, interspersed with lines of boulevards that criss-crossed through the whole of the spaceport's grounds. The search was made slightly easier by the fact that they could see ships coming and going; the Raven away team were also able to look for landed spacecraft in the many hangars and enclosures scattered around the port.
Once the group had coagulated once more after performing a quick scout of the immediate area, they headed through the main arch that was the entrance of the ports. Blakus rubbed at his cheek where he had hit by a Mysar in Sam's. His initial exchange of blows had not been the last of it; in trying to save Private Darson from two Mysar the XO had got himself embroiled in another mini-brawl, overcome by something of a rage. Eventually, common sense caught up with him and when he'd saw the Captain retreating quietly for the exit, he'd been given a helpful purpose.
Two marine privates approached the group now, looking verily downcast. "Report," Blakus ordered.
"Nothing, sir. Plenty of ships, but no sign of the St. James. I guess we should have thought better, trying to hide a three-hundred and fifty metre starship here is somewhat ludicrous."
"Never discount anything, Private," Blakus said, "But in this case I think you might be right." He winced as a craft flew noisily overhead, its luminous engines piercing the night's sky with light.
He tilted his head and looked towards the nearby entrances to several landing bays. "Although," he said, "If the St. James is not here, where is it? If the information on that paper is correct, then the ship must be somewhere here on the planet."
The Captain, Sharp and the rest nodded in agreement and they all pondered on it for a moment.. until Captain LaGrange came running up.
"Captain Torek!" he cried, panting, "That dancer woman is dead. She knows Kol personally and she explained the note she gave you in more detail, but then someone took her out while I was at the bar."
"What were you doing at the bar?" Blakus asked him stonily.
LaGrange looked at the XO, "Sir, my apologies, but she was having difficulty speaking.. Nerves I believe." Blakus nodded, half-convinced.
The implications of LaGrange's information did not need to be spoken aloud. The fact that the dancer had been neutralised automatically indicated that someone in the bar was associated with Kol; and that person may well be shadowing their group at the very moment. The thought made Blakus's spine tingle.
The group made their way through the port, retreading the paths the two privates had already trodden. The search was ultimately fruitless, but either way, if the St. James was to leave the planet in just over an hour then the Raven would be able to catch them unawares. Blakus made sure that the search groups knew not to speak of the Raven's location in the asteroids, to do so would potentially inform any eavesdroppers of that information.
After the finishing of the search almost a full hour later (for the port was large with many possible landing points for the St. James), they all met back in a large circular open space, relatively on the edge of the port. It was bordered by several low one-two storey buildings, and was lit across its perimeter and through its centre by white, piercing floodlights.
"Nothing," Blakus shook his head at Sharp as they arrived back in the middle; he received similar sentiments from the officer who'd held a near-continuous presence in Blakus's commissioned career. Blakus tapped his commbadge, reassured that he wouldn't be noticed thanks to the officers surrounding him. =/\=Raven, this is Blakus. Commander Jamison, Commander McLean, the St. James may soon be leaving the planet, thus they will be appearing on the ship's sensors. Track the ship as it leaves the surface but 'do not' leave that asteroid field until further instruction.=/\=
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The XO looked around, sighing. Where was this damned Intrepid class vessel? There was nothing to be done now, they were in a helpless position.. and that position was made uncomfortable with the knowledge that Kol Dremar's Mysar may well be watching. The bright lights all about them did nothing to illuminate Blakus's mind even if it did illuminate the concrete-like substance underfoot. Annoyed, the XO padded his foot against the surface, listening to the tapping sound it made. Then it made another sound, a cracking sound; there was a deep 'rumbling' sensation also, the minor oscillations in the ground made their way up Blakus's legs, and then became more and more violent.. the ground was starting to vibrate.
He looked up and saw that his fellow officers around him were watching how the rest of the people in the open space were retreating away. Blakus met eyes with Torek.. both telling each other that they ought to do the same. Then the XO looked along a length on the ground to a distant building, his eyes drawn by a black line that had appeared on the surface and was growing in width. They all ran, but Blakus's eyes did not move from that line which continued to grow in thickness, until he realised that the ground was retracting. He checked his chronometer as he sprinted along, following the rest of the desperately fleeing Raven away team, the countdown he'd set had reached 0.00. According to the dancer girl, the St. James was due to leave the planet. A marine and another officer stumbled to the ground ahead of Blakus, overcome by the rattling vibrations of the retracting landing pad.
The realisation of what was occurring had already worked its way into Blakus's mind, Oh, very clever.. he thought.
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Post by robertsharp on Apr 20, 2009 5:33:32 GMT
As Sharp and the rest of team standing in the middle of the bay when the aprons start to open. The away team scatters as the S.T. James rises from below. "Captain we must get back to the ship so we can track the S.T. James." But before The captain could reply the 2 security officers next to him disappeared in a transporter beam.
Transporter room of The S.T. James. The first security guard "wheres the captain he was right next to us." The transporter chief overhears the security officer on where the Raven's captain is he starts to beam the Torek up.
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Sharp looks shocked as the 2 security officers disappear and draws his phaser and then realizes what happened and then lunges and pushes The captain out of the way and is beamed up to the ship.
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 20, 2009 22:51:13 GMT
Torek was getting frustrated with the search. Where the hell could you hide a three hundred and fifty meter Star ship ! He noticed his Exec' look at the ground, then felt the movement himself. The apron was vibrating .. Strobe lights rose from the ground, illuminating a massive area, and Carl suddenly realized just where Kol had put the St James .. Eight massive sections of the apron began to separate, leaving a hole some eighty, maybe one hundred meters in depth. Carl followed the others as they began to run toward the terminal building. But everyone was swept off their feet as the Intrepid Class ship rose from the dock. He looked at Blakus, who had obviously come to the same astounded conclusion about the St James. Managing to get to his feet, Carl began to run toward the terminal again. The St James was now almost two hundred meters above ground level, and Torek was puzzled as to 'why' it didn't just leave as quickly as possible, but then he saw two of his Security Officers vanish. 'Beamed away ?' he thought, puzzled, then he suddenly felt the familiar grasp of another transporter beam. But it lasted less than two seconds before he was hit forcibly from behind. Slamming into the ground, a wave of dizziness overcoming him, he could just see his Operations Officer trying to stop himself falling when he too vanished .. Torek tried to steady himself .. Waves of dizziness and nausea engulfing him due to his head hitting the ground. But that was nothing to what happened next .. At a height of less than one thousand meters, the St James fired her phasers .... Over five megawatts of energy slammed into the terminal. Nothing .. No-one, could have survived the initial shot, but Kol wasn't finished. A second beam lanced into the ground, or rather, into the still closing sub-dock doors. Armageddon was nothing on this. Dremar was massacring his own people so he could carry out his ultimate goal .. Attacking and causing as much havoc, death, heartache, to the Federation, as possible. Carl felt arms grabbing him, he was being dragged along the ground, still slipping in and out of consciousness, blood flowing freely from the wound on his head. "Ge .... Get the Rav .... Get the .... Sto .... Shoot the St Ja ...." he tried to say, but no-one was listening, or to be accurate, had more life saving issues to be dealing with than listening to their seemingly delirious Commanding Officer. "Keep still Captain, I'm a field Medic. I'm trying to tre ..." From far off, the insistent voice of the Marine Medic kept demanding his attention. But Carl could only see Dante's Inferno, as ships, fuel, people of all races, ceased to exist in nano-seconds ... Looking upward, he could see the St James, almost arrogantly rising into the upper atmosphere, then the flames hid her from sight .. Torek's body finally decided to shut down, allowing the Medic to work .. Carl slipped into unconsciousness .......... < tag : >
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2009 11:11:59 GMT
Kol sprinted fast down the back streets of the city, his spies had informed him that strange people were asking questions in a local bar and unfortunately, for him his favourite dancer betrayed him. He had no time to finish recruiting people for his small army instead he ran back to the transport coordinates.
He had loaded his special cargo on the St. James already.
He made it to the transporter site and immediately beamed himself to the bridge of the St. James.
He looked around the bridge angrily a he saw the faces of his personal bodyguards now standing next to every Federation officer on the bridge, if not for their needed knowledge of the ship he would have executed them already.
“Prepare for take off.. then set course for our special target.”
The ship began to power up and the lights came up to full power illuminating the ships consoles. The opps officer at the back of the bridge spoke up loudly as his console started to beep.
“Sir.. we have picked up federation comm. Chatter they are right next to us on the landing padd.”
Kol turned a grin now smeared across his face. “Lock onto that position and transport them aboard once we are clear.”
The landing padd opened and the St. James lifted off very slowly and hovered above the planet surface at only 200 metres.
*transporter room St. James*
The blue shimmer of two shapes appeared on the transporter padd their weapons rendered useless by the transporter. One of them mentioned the captain next to them and the transporter chief engaged the transporter again.
However the man who appeared was not a commanding officer his uniform was the wrong colour, but the chief didn’t have time to transport again the shields of the St. James went up and the ship moved further up into the atmosphere.
Two Mysar officers walked into the transpoter room holding very large plasma rifles of Mysar design, they looked at all three prisoners and looked at each other. The larger one said. “those two are useless servent men.. that one though is an officer kol will want him.”
They lifted their Rifles and shot the two men staning next to Sharp, they doubled over and screamed in pain as the Plasma burnt through them, the Mysar had designed their weapons to be as painful as possible. “Try anything and you get the same…. Where is your ship.. what is it’s condition?”
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*Bridge*
“non of the prisoners were the captain sir.. the two security men were executed the officer is being questioned.” Someone reported form the back
Kol stared at the view screen intently looking at the magnified picture of the surface, he couldn’t spot anybody form the Raven but didn’t want to take his chances.
“Lock Phasers and fire at will… kill everything in that area… then get us to our target as fast as you can.”
The St’ James fired and Kol smiled widely as the buildings collapsed and people tried to outrun the fire storm raining down on them, he only hoped that Torek and his incompetent crew died a horrible death.
The Ship then entered the atmosphere and lifted out into space, a second later in a flash the St. James was gone and headed into federation space at warp.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 23, 2009 11:46:50 GMT
Seconds after he saw the two officers in front of him go over, Blakus himself fell to the ground. The grey floor was coming up too quick, right to the bridge of his nose... red, then black.
A grey vision of a group of burning buildings swam into view and started picking up in intensity. A sickening, crashing thud resounded somewhere to the right. As Blakus realised where he was and what had just happened to him, he felt the spray of dirt and concrete hit him. More gritty explosions shook the ground. "What the hell is going on!" he shouted, cringing with the explosions going off around him. His still uncertain vision twisted in a hazy blur as he got to his feet and looked around.
Scattered members of the Raven's crew were running to and fro, mostly in the direction of the edge of the port, opposite to the direction where several columnous fires were consuming the remains of wrecked buildings. They clambered forward almost, unsteady with the shuddering ground beneath them. Other civilian-clothed persons Blakus did not recognise ran past his vision, many screaming, heading away from the exploded buildings.
"Sir are you alright?" Andae looked around, it was Private Darson, clearly concerned for his XO's bad state.
Blakus rubbed at his nose and was shocked to see when his hand came away that it was smeared with his blood. He grunted in dark amusement, "Aside from my bloody nose, I'm fine. Help the others!" he told the private above the noise, pointing to two or three prone Raven crewmen. Only now did he look up and confirm his fears; above him was the retreating form of an Intrepid class vessel, thruster ports alight with a red glow as it powered its way into the upper atmosphere. "Damn you! Kol Dremar," he murmured as his eyes turned on the dead and dying, not far from a collapsed structure part of which had been disintegrated by the St. James' phaser fire.
Upon advancing closer to this group of injured, Blakus was shocked to realise that one of them was Captain Torek, lying still, worked upon by the marine medic and with a serious looking head wound. And yet the marine was trying to move him away from the place, roughly in the direction of the rest of the away team.
"Marine, what's his condition? Is it wise to try and move him?"
"He should be fine, sir, a little concussed maybe but nothing I can't handle," the marine said, pushing Blakus away insistently. "I need to move him, sir. We need to get out of here before a phaser blast annihilates us."
Blakus didn't bring the marine up on his tone even though he was tempted, instead he looked up to the brightening sky; night was departing, making way for the hints of an orange dawn. The black and brown clouds of the fires mixed with the new sky, the flames that created them punctuating the hellish yet somehow life-giving quality of the place. Blakus thought of the phoenix, born from the fires of its death. He found what he was looking for in the sky, the St. James, a small bright speck now that in an instant disappeared entirely from sight.
=/\=Raven, this is Commander Blakus. We need your assistance down here. We have four men down, Captain Torek included. Send medics immediately, keep tabs on the St. James but let them go.=/\=
A nameless voice replied, =/\=Sir, cannot we beam you up?=/\=
=/\=It is not advisable, you may beam up an implanted Mysar or the like, we can't risk that. I'd advise sending the medical shuttle, I don't think Doctor McGregor's design has had its debut deployment. Beam medics to our immediate area also.=/\=
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"Sir, the rest of us are accounted for," a marine reported to Andae, "LaGrange wants us to help some of the injured locals, I disagree but-"
"Do it, Private. Part of our duty is as humanitarians, is it not? But it doesn't look like you need reminding that the priority is our own."
The marine saluted and ran off into the chaos. The one remaining Starfleet officer on the surface - other than Torek and Blakus - approached him. "Sir, I advise we get away from these buildings."
"Where else do we go, Lieutenant." Blakus pointed to the apron. A section of it had collapsed from underneath, due to phaser fire. "We can't go that way. No, we stay put for now, the Captain needs treatment." He looked upon his CO, still being treated by the medic. Injured civilians were lying nearby, and were decidedly less well attended to. Behind this grouping, a two-storey building loomed unsteadily.
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 23, 2009 13:31:39 GMT
Carl watched as the Intrepid Class vessel gained distance on them. He was not going to catch the ship before the mad man in Command reached his goal.
There she was ... Earth, a blue, green jewel against the midnight black of space around her. The view screen activated, Carl could do nothing to remove the image of the grinning Mysar. Dremar began to laugh .. Quietly at first, then breaking into full blown laughter as he ordered the weapon deployed.
The image changed .. Torek was almost physically sick as he watched the atmosphere seemingly evaporate from the planet below .. Six billion people perished as their life-giving oxygen burned away.
"That's the first Captain ......" "Captain ... Captain ..." Carl opened his eyes slowly, the burning feeling was intense .. He looked round, dazed, confused, he was on the floor, not the Ravens' Bridge, what was happening, "You back with us Sir ?" Carl looked at the Marine kneeling over him. There was blood dripping from a wound on the mans forehead, but he didn't seem to notice it. He placed a hypo-spray against Torek's neck, injecting a large amount of what Carl hoped was painkiller. He could hear his Exec' asking questions, then making decisions. That was good, because he didn't feel in any condition to be doing it himself. "We're going to lift this off you in a moment Captain." the Marine Medic said, looking Torek up and down yet again, "From what i can see you've been very luck Sir. The stanchion fell against another fallen beam, otherwise ......" "Ge ... Get our crew to ... To saf !" Torek croaked, his throat full of red hot dust, he turned his head slightly, eying the two storey building close by. Too close for comfort in his opinion, and much too unstable to be upright. "That's being taken care of Sir." the Marine reassured his Commanding Officer, running a tricorder over the injured man again, then nodding at the readings, "You should be feeling drowsy now Captain, I've given you a relaxant as well as pain management medication. It will make it easier to move you when the time comes." Carl felt himself slipping back into unconsciousness, his last vision was of the inferno that was once the space-port ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 25, 2009 22:26:08 GMT
"..... You should be feeling drowsy now Captain, I've given you a relaxant as well as pain management medica ....." Carl didn't hear the rest, he had succumbed to the sedative the Medic had given him .. He had no idea how long he had been under, but his eye's wouldn't open, but something in his sub-conscious had forced him to wake. "..... no way we can get him out before that building comes down." he heard someone say, "I'd say move the CO and then come back for the others."
"Can we get the Captain free without risking him loosing the leg ?"'Leg ?' Carl thought, wondering if he was hearing right. "We need to move that stanchion. I'd say get some men over here and use brute force. then drag him as quickly as possible the hell away from that, before the 'REST' of it falls on the lot of us !"Carl couldn't make out who was doing all the talking, but it was obvious that the adjacent building had partially collapsed, trapping Torek and unknown others under the rubble. He tried to concentrate, imagine his surroundings in his minds-eye .. OK, he was sore, worse now than before, that meant one of two things, either the original sedative was beginning to ware off, or there was more damage being done to his body now. He looked at the back of his eyelids .. Darkness .. So that meant it was either dark out, he was covered in rubble, his face was covered for protect .... 'Stop this !' he thought suddenly. He was alive and his crew were doing all they could to keep him that way. 'Hopefully with both legs still attached' he thought wryly .. Sir .. That wall is coming down ... It's going to go now, or in the next five minutes, but it's going to fall.""Ge ... Get the oth ... Others out." Torek tried to say, but croaking inaudibly, nothing was coming out of his mouth. It was as if he had a cupful of sand in there. "YOU MEN ! .... Grab that end of the beam .. OK .. On my call I want you to lift ! .... Oh Hell .... NOOOO !"He heard someone shout, then his ears, mouth, throat, all filled with yet more dust. But not before the unmistakable sound and feeling of a collapsing building hammered all his senses .. Thankfully, unconsciousness saved him yet again .......... <tag : All > Come on guys
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 27, 2009 22:13:35 GMT
Blakus was giving out orders to the away team, as well as to the others that had been promptly sent down by the ship. It was hard to concentrate on doing this, considering what had just happened. The grey rubble that was a powder in some areas, diffused into the air in a choking pall, while the rest of it - the more substantial parts of the rubble - lay in a rough mound over three Starfleet officers.
More parts of the wreckage of the building behind the mound continued to fall, piece by piece. Blakus could not do anything, he was shocked yet he tried not to show it, calmly distributing orders as best as he could, just as he'd been doing before. The internal messages he was getting, which would only grow stronger, told Blakus that he should have moved the Captain earlier. Should have got him out of danger, rather than attending to the ungrateful locals out of humanitarian reasons. Now Captain Torek was buried under less than a metre of rubble. The longer he was under there the more risk he was at, and Blakus knew that they had to move the obstructing wreckage - that was stopping them from reaching where he was buried - very quickly.
Again, too late. "Oh Hell.. NOOOO!" a marine cried. Half of the building was collapsing, the wall section coming away from the rest of the structure as if by design; it lurched over and broke itself on the mound of rubble, sending a billowing cloud of dust around the area. Screams rent the air, and cries of despair and pain were caught by the wave of acoustic anguish that swept over Blakus and the others still standing.
The marine who had cried out had already disappeared, being enveloped by the clouds of dust, along with two colleagues. This was a pure disaster, no less, Blakus thought. But to let this overcome him would be a very big mistake. He tapped his commbadge while he and the others still standing moved to converge at a place away from the wreckage. The XO was relieved to find that it still worked. "Commander Jamison, lock on to the coordinates I am sending through a tricorder and beam the three people at those coordinates straight to sickbay."
The ship promptly reported that they could not get a lock. Blakus muttered a curse, "In that case, I need an ETA on that shuttle. When can it get here? Captain Torek and others are buried under rubble, they may not last long."
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In the meantime Blakus hastily convened with the other Starfleet still here, as well as the recently arrived medics. They resolved to head into the dust cloud - that was just now dissipating. "Start pulling this wreckage away. If we can get to them before the shuttle gets here then I'll be satisfied; come on!" Shielding there eyes they dove into the dusty haze, soon finding the mound now strewn with two sides of a broken building's walls. Through the orange haze they could see great spars of metal and the huge, smashed chunks of rock, lit up by the rays of the rising sun that illuminated the orange dust and cast the place in an almost syrupy complexion.
"Captain can you hear?" Blakus called into the wreck as he pulled away lumps of building material, he hoped that they were nearing him. "Shout if you can hear me, sir!"
"Commander, I doubt he can hear us," said LaGrange, "Rock is likely blocking his ability to speak even if he is conscious."
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Post by Scott McLean on Apr 29, 2009 3:01:13 GMT
“Sir, we’ve lost contact with the away team.”
McLean hated being stuck on the bridge when the Captain and the rest of the away teams were in danger down on the planet, and the Raven drifting in an asteroid belt. The sounds of the action-taking place were almost more than the long experienced Chief Engineer could take. He always knew that life was harder on the bridge, but he had no idea that it was this hard.
“Commander, the St. James is coming into sensor range.” The junior OPS officer said with an indifferent tone. McLean couldn’t help his shock; the tone lacked any sort of drama, any sort of life to it. He knew the officer wasn’t a Vulcan, but he did expect some sort of urgency in the officer’s voice.
“Sir?” The Raven’s junior TAC officer said awakening McLean from his private thoughts.
“Track the St. James until it is out of sensor range.” McLean sounded calm, but on the inside he wanted to jump into the medical shuttle and rush off to help out in any way he could, “Has the doctor’s shuttle taken off yet?”
The OPS officer checked his console and after just a few seconds he answered decisively, “Yes. ETA ten minutes.”
“Good.” McLean had just said as another junior officer approached him. She was holding a PADD in her hand and looked as if she was expecting something, “Yes Ensign?”
“The hourly reports sir.”
“The wha-“ McLean started but knew better than to show confusion in the face of the bridge crew, “Thank you.” As the young Ensign walked away McLean studied the PADD quickly and saw that repairs down in Main Engineering were coming along better than he had hoped; this became his private victory in the face of a complete disaster.
“Sir the St. James just went to warp.”
McLean stood up and walked toward the Main Viewing Screen and stopped just behind the OPS officer, “Track their warp trail and extrapolate their possible destinations.”
“Aye sir.”
The OPS officer worked frantically to make sure he accumulated every single piece of raw data that he could before the possibility of the trail going cold was even in anybodies mind. McLean knew it would take some time for the ships main computer to compute the wanted information, especially since they were running on the back up systems due to the fact that main engineering had been rerouted, so he would have some time on his hands until the data came back.
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Post by robertsharp on Apr 29, 2009 4:55:42 GMT
“Try anything and you get the same…. Where is your ship.. what is it’s condition?”
Sharp looks at the 2 Mysar with the weapons and decides not to do anything. "I won't tell you where my ship is or condition and you can go to hell." One of the Mysar's approaches Sharp and hits him upside the head. Sharp pretends it hurts and falls down and as he goes to get up and turns on a locater beacon and grabs his small hand held phaser and shoots both Mysar's before they could react.
Bridge of the Raven:
Ops officer "Sir we are picking up a Star fleet locater beacon its coming from the St James."
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Bridge of the St James:
"Sir there's reports of phaser fire in the transporter room the prisoner may have escaped"
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St James Transporter room:
The transporter chief pulls out his phaser and points it at Sharp and before he can fire Sharp hits him square in the chest.
Sharp exits the transporter room and heads toward the armory.
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Post by Carl Torek on Apr 29, 2009 15:53:49 GMT
Carl wasn't one hundred percent sure if his eyes were open or not. He was in pitch blackness .. It didn't help that he had lost all feeling. He was obviously alive, but it worried him how long he could remain that way given the circumstances.
Suddenly he heard a sound .. Something was moving. He doubled his efforts to get some feelings into his extremities, his hands, feet, legs, anywhere. There was suddenly a shaft of light. It lanced into his open eyes before he could react, but he blinked rapidly as dust landed nevertheless. It was taking all Torek's effort to keep his eyes closed now as he could feel rubble hitting him on his face. He didn't want to risk loosing his sight.
"Captain can you hear me ?" Blakus called into the wreckage as he pulled away lumps of building material, he hoped that they were nearing him. "Shout if you can hear me, Sir !"
"Commander, I doubt he can hear us," said LaGrange, "Rock is likely blocking his ability to speak even if he is conscious."
Blakus moved another large section on flooring and spotted his Commanding Officer.
"I'VE GOT HIM !" he shouted, doubling his efforts.
"Be careful Commander." LaGrange said, "The last thing we want is for all this to collapse on him."
A medic leaned into the gap and ran a tricorder over Torek.
"He is alive .. I would suggest he be extracted with all due haste as his injuries could become serious." the Vulcan Doctor said.
It took thirty five long, long, minutes for the crew to dig Torek out from under the wall of the collapsed building. He was still unable to speak, 'Maybe I'm in shock' he wondered as he was lifted on to a mag-stretcher. Fires burned all around him, but there in the distance, he could see a familiar gleaming white shape, it was a Federation shuttle-craft Piper, the Raven's Ambulance Shuttle. Carl silently thanked James MacGregor for his foresight ..
"Take the Captain to the shuttle. See to his injuries. I will remain here to assist the others." T'roc said.
"Yes Doctor." one of the medics said, placing a hypo-spray against Torek's neck. He felt the cold, vaporized medication enter his blood stream, then felt nothing as the sedative took effect ..........
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2009 1:40:01 GMT
Will had almost left with the shuttle when it had headed down but he thought it best that he stay aboard the Raven with Commander McLean. It seemed as if most of the senior staff was already down there and if for some reason they did not return, Scott would need all the experienced help he could get. Will kept the channel opened and they listened to everything that was happening planet side. McLean turned in the command chair and looked to asked Will a question. He answered before the words even came.
"Still unable to get a lock on them, sir. The ambulance and extra ground crew have arrived and they are digging out the casualties. I'll snatch up anyone I can as soon as I can." Will promised.
Turning back to his station, Will added. "We are also tracking the St James. It left a strong warp trail that we should have to trouble following. And according to our records, the beacon we picked up belongs to Commander Sharp, sir."
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Post by Andae Blakus on Apr 30, 2009 16:32:35 GMT
The medical shuttle swept down into the spaceport, making landfall on the edge of the apron that provided an overhang for the destroyed underground docking facility. The whiter-than-usual craft settled easily and its engines powered down. Blakus would have preferred it if they had parked closer, but he understood that the craft couldn't take the risk - being so close to the buildings may interfere with the shuttle, and there was always a chance that the wake of the engines may destabilise the surrounding structures.
The medical officer in charge directed other medics to take the Captain to the shuttle. Blakus watched as he was taken by a repulsor lift to the waiting ambulance craft, he saw the side of the ambulance whirr open, the image of the customary twin serpents curled around a staff was imprinted on the samaritan vessel's side. The Captain disappeared inside, the hatch closing behind him, encapsulating him with the cold motion of the mechanised system, it being unaware of the status of the man it now carried in its specially augmented hold of salvation.
If the truth was told by Commander Blakus, he was worried by Carl Torek's condition. Would he survive? And if he did not, what then? The sheer morbidity and almost stigmatic nature of those thoughts bade not to be contemplated but he could not very well help it; and besides, these unfortunate strands of thought that represented possible immediate futures did need to be considered, lest the Executive officer was left metaphorically stranded and temporarily unable to make a decision.
More medics arrived on the scene, taking care of the wounded and continuing to help newly found people out of the wreckage. They dragged out the marine medic who had been tending to Captain Torek when the building collapsed. He had refused to leave the Captain's side, even as the structure had begin to collapse and people had shouted in despair and warning to the man. Two crew from the shuttle pulled the green uniformed medic's limp body along the ground to a nearby repulsor lift. Apparently he was still alive, but only barely.
"Lieutenant. Lieutenant." Blakus said again slightly louder so that the man would notice, "Why can't the ship get a lock on us?"
The Lieutenant - from the shuttle - changed direction towards Blakus, shaking his head, "Intervening radiation sir, the St. James's firing at the surface did it, it's also released some local substance that appears to be causing additional interference."
"Is this substance going to cause a danger of any kind? And what type of radiation is this stuff? Tell me and I can make an estimation on how long it will take to dissipate."
"Perhaps," said the man after a moment. "And it is an Omicron source. Although of a low count, I believe." Blakus thanked him and sent him back to work.
"Private Darson," Blakus said to the passing marine, "I still want us to help injured members of the local populace, understand?" Darson nodded in acknowledgment and Blakus was relieved that he didn't receive a cold response like he did from another marine - who was the last Raven crewmember buried under the wreckage, Blakus found out later.
If Blakus's estimate was accurate - based on all sorts of factors, some of which were half guesses, that he hoped would average out to something reasonable - then they had another ten minutes before the radiation dissipated enough to make transportation possible as well as safe. He opened a comm to the shuttle, perching serenely several tens of metres away, on the edge of the apron in the rising sun of morning, with orange rays of light cast across it in a haze of dust. "Ambulance shuttle, this is the XO. As soon as you are at patient capacity get back up to the Raven. We'll wait down here for the transporters."
"Roger that, sir," the pilot's voice replied. Two minutes later the craft lifted off the ground, looking no heavier in its sleek frame than when it had arrived. It seemed to sweep itself off the ground, gliding over the spaceport after which it entered into a steep incline, engines lighting up furiously and pushing for escape velocity and orbit.
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 2, 2009 15:51:43 GMT
To Continue:
The Raven had burst into a flurry of activity. News of the trouble on the surface had reached the ears of nearly all on board now, and the urge to break down in panic was overwhelming. But the Starfleet crew had to remain stoic in the duty, and had to keep knowledge of the Captain's injury away from family members onboard.
In a near-panicked rush those manning the shuttlebay controls dropped the forcefield and stood on the lip of the entrance to the bay, ready to rush to the shuttle in assistance as the Captain and the others in the 'Ambulance' were brought on to the deck of the ship.
The Captain's repulsor lift was beamed by site-to-site transport straight to sickbay, immediately after the shuttle's medical monitoring systems had stopped scanning the prone man. Some more were beamed straight to sickbay, while the rest were assisted out of the bay and taken through the ship on foot. The marine medic was one who was beamed to sickbay, albeit with difficulties. It had become clear to the shuttle's crew during the ascent that the medic had heavy internal bleeding.
He was rushed out of the shuttle quickly, almost too quickly as his gurney nearly tipped over as it exceeded its gravitic field's artificial mass distribution. Medics gathered around to stabilise the man. The air of desperation, the despair that was clearly settling in did not bode well for the marine or the other one who was buried. The other - who had opposed Commander Blakus's decision to help the locals - was in no better state. Nearly out of the bay now, they had had to stop his gurney to deliver resuscitation and site-to-site transport him to sickbay.
And hanging over the death-scene that was the shuttle bay, the lack of knowledge of a certain man's condition; the Captain. It affected the mood of those who tended to the injured (Starfleet officers and enlisted crew and locals), casting dark and ill complexions on to their troubled faces.
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Surface of the Mysar Colony...
The surface of the barren world, orange in the morning sun and heavy with the residue of a recent lancing of weapons fire. Blakus moved through the wreckage as the two remaining crew of the Raven loitered helplessly. The Commander knew how they felt. The Raven circled above them now; out of the asteroids and orbiting the colony, waiting for the orders to pursue the St. James that had once again fled from them. Their plate was full at the moment, Blakus thought of the analogy as he stared at the fallen building that had threatened to crush three members of the USS Raven-B's crew. Not only did the ship need to sort out its immediate problems but they now had to stop Kol Dremar launching his attack against a Federation world.
Newly laid gravel shifted under the XO's feet as he swayingly made his way across the port. The material had been spat out from the wrecked structures. He bent down and began sifting it through his hands. Fragments... Where they had been barely held together by the integrity of the port's architecture, under stress from the use of the warlike Mysar, they were now blasted apart from each other. Long times would pass before the local Mysar populace - whom Dremar had shown so little regard for - literally picked up the pieces. Blakus felt the by-now very familiar empathy for these people, his thoughts went out for them like they always did, feeling sympathy and understanding for their predicament almost in way of defiance of those who would demonise them. His mind, fragmented and broken by the device of an infliction on his psyche caressed the shards of the destroyed structures in more ways than just physical touch.
He let the sharp-edged and fresh gravel fall through his fingers, letting it return to its resting place, delocalised and destroyed in essence of its function.
"Commander Blakus?" asked Private Darson. He had approached the XO from behind and the latter now stood unsteadily, turning as if it was difficult to do so. "Sir, Raven reports transporter operability. We're free to return."
"Then have them beam us up," Blakus said, a hard yet uncertain edge to his voice.
Moments later the three men dissolved out of the broken spaceport, leaving behind them a tangerine vision of despoiled land.
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Post by Carl Torek on May 2, 2009 17:05:47 GMT
Carl had been under the rubble that had fell for some time, but help had arrived. Feeling the cold nozzle of the hypo-spray against his neck, he fell into an induced coma. This was to ensure he wouldn't regain consciousness for some time, he needed a lot of work doing on his broken and scared body. ~~~~~~~~~~"...... coming round now Doctor. More sedation ?"
"No, continue with the Osteo-re-generator nurse. There's no reason why he can't be awake now ... Captain .. Captain ?" "Captain .. Are you back with us ? Torek blinked several times. The last time his eye's were open, all he could see was the tiniest beam of light. "Wha ......" he began to say, but his throat was too dry. One of the nurses put down the Anabolic protoplaster she was using and held up a glass of water for him to sip. "Where's the Exec' ?" Carl said, trying, and failing miserably, to raise himself off the bed as the nurse placed a hand gently on his injured chest. "That doesn't concern you at the moment Captain. I need to make sure you are recovering well enough for me to leave you alone." the Doctor saw the look on his CO's face and sighed before continuing, "Very well ... We managed to get the transporters working. Last I heard he was overseeing recovery of our personnel from the surface." "I can't be encased in plaster at a ti ......" he began, but the no-nonsense Doctor was way ahead of him. Handing the nurse a dermal re-generator, "What about the St James ... Have we got a heading for her ?" "Not my area Captain. You'll need to ask someone up there." he said, dramatically pointing toward the ceiling of Sick-bay. "Try to rest please Captain. I'll arrange for the Exec' to come down here once 'he' has the time." Without waiting for a reply, seemingly confident that his instructions would be adhered to, he walked away and tapped the Comm on his desk. =^= Sick-bay to Bridge =^= =^= Bridge .. Blakus .. Go ahead Doctor =^= =^= The Captain is awake .. I'm keeping him here for the time being .. We're still working on him but he's asking for you =^= =^= Thank you Doctor .. Bridge out =^= Andae closed the Comm, then checked on how many more people they still had on the surface. Dremar and the St James was getting further and further away by the minute, and he didn't want the gap to become unbridgeable .......... < tag : Exec' / All >
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2009 20:39:35 GMT
It took nearly an hour to complete the surface rescue but Jamison finally looked toward his Xo and made the announcement.
"That's it, sir. Everyone has been recovered from the rubble on the surface. All our personnel are back aboard and the Mysars report having all their survivors and the bodies of those that didn't make it."
"Very well. Commander. Now what about the St James?" asked Mr Blakus.
"They have a little over an hour of a lead on us, sir. but we are still picking up her warp signature. We should have no trouble following her."
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 6, 2009 0:32:22 GMT
=/\=Thank you Doctor, bridge out.=/\= Blakus answered the medical officer over the comm. He'd been back on the bridge of the Raven for less than a minute and already he was receiving numerous comm-calls from around the ship; all of them demanding attention to their department, desperate for new orders now that Commander McLean had led them from the asteroid field to proper orbit of the colony.
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He'd taken the bridge from Commander McLean in somewhat of a rush, stepping on to the plush carpet of the Galaxy class's bridge as soon as the turbolift doors slid open. He'd headed down to the command area, wiping his brow of the perspiration caused by the events on that took place on the planet, and relieved McLean.
"Commander," he'd said, "I'm sure they'll want you back down in engineering. You're free to go." He could see that McLean was unused to holding down a whole ship's requirements, the requests and the leadership everyone needed may have been hard for the engineer. Blakus could testify to that, being a former engineer himself and only being a first officer for less than a year had seen him have to take on his fair share of responsibilities and how to learn a command position.
"McLean," Blakus called as the engineer neared the turbolift, "Obviously I'd like you to get the engines running at optimum again after the Mysar's initial attack." Blakus paused, tilting his head; those events were a long while ago now. When had that been? Another lifetime? May as well have been. This internal mental pressure was taking a toll on his mind, as if his brain was undergoing a form of time dilation, but rather that due to some physical constant it was rather the mental clamp, returning again.
"Please get the warp drive up to full speed again, Commander. We'll need it chasing the St. James.. if we really think that what they're going to do is what they have planned."
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"They have a little over an hour of a lead on us, sir. but we are still picking up her warp signature. We should have no trouble following her."
"Thank you, Mister Jamison." Blakus said from the command chair, hands gripped to the point of whiteness on the arm-rests, blood drained from his hands, devoid of life or meaning. "Let's hope the Chief can get those engines up to spec, then I'm sure that you're right." Blakus could almost sense Jamison nodding his agreement out of the corner of his eye.
"I need to get to sickbay," Blakus murmured, standing slowly. "The Captain needs my attention. Keep scanning the St. James." He told Jamison as he headed for the turbolift, "Any indication of course change or any change in their readings inform me. Try and pick up anything from Sharp while you're at it; perhaps we can communicate with him, someone working behind enemy lines could assist no end."
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"And Helm?" The helmsman looked around to the XO. "Get us the hell after Kol," Blakus ordered, no longer caring for procedure and stomped from the bridge.
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Feeling vastly irritated and tired of the past hour or so, Blakus trekked as quickly as he could through the ship to sickbay. He was becoming unsteady on his feet he realised, lacking precision in each stride but his steps were sufficient to just keep him moving. There was something terribly wrong about all of this. Andae Blakus knew what it was, but of course it was impossible to rectify; what would do that he did not know, simply because it did not occur to him that such a thing could be fixed by its very nature. This was wrong, not real. The Captain's injury, the planet, this mission, the surreal events that had come to pass so far paled when set against the wider context. It made the situation stranger but at the same time did not change it in any perceptible way.
"Captain?" Blakus called as soon as he entered. A nurse instantly hushed him upon sight, then approaching the tired looking XO, led him towards the Captain's biobed. He was unconscious; the fact that the nurse - who'd accompanied him to Torek - had a hypospray in her hand told Andae that he (Torek) could be woken. He nodded to say 'do it'.
She shrugged and pressed the hypospray to his neck. Slowly Carl Torek came around, he looked around groggingly, but searchingly with his eyes, found his Executive officer. "Andae.." he said quietly.
"Sir... Carl, how are you? The Doctor tells me you won't be able to move for a while. I've got us following the St. James now; Dremar isn't far away and McLean is working on improving our speed. We're continue to scan the St. James as we speak." Carl nodded in understanding.
"Tell me, sir." Blakus leaned closer, and whispering hoarsely with his near-ragged breath after glancing around at the nearby nurses and doctors, "When are you getting out of here?" His whisper was almost harsh in its demanding tone, the XO was willing him, insisting as if a beggar for his Captain to come to the bridge, and thereby lift a mental weight off Blakus's shoulders.
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Post by Carl Torek on May 7, 2009 17:04:50 GMT
Carl blinked, getting the sleep out of his tired eyes. He looked round and could see the nurse holding a medical tricorder over him. Once she moved he could see his Exec' ..
"Andae ?"
"Sir ... Carl ... How are you ?
"What's our status ?" Torek said, testing if he could move anything and finding a little worryingly that he was immobile.
"The Doctor tells me you won't be able to move for a while. we're following the St James now. Dremar isn't far away and McLean is working on improving our speed. We're continuing to scan the St James as we speak."
"Scott will get us enough speed. Make sure Commander Jamison keeps a close eye on that ship." Carl said, giving up any attempt to sit up, "If Dremar alters course we need to be right behind her ... Any word from Mister Sharp ? ..... Nurse." he said, before his Exec' could reply.
"Nothing." Blakus said, "I've got Jamison listening for him on the Bridge."
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Carl nodded,smiling at the nurse as she approached.
"When can I get out of here nurse ?"
"Well Doctor T'roc said to keep you here overnight, but I can tell from your expression that you aren't going to stand for that." she said grinning, "I'll check on you in an hour. If your stats are stable we'll see about letting you return to your quarters ... Your quarters not the Bridge, OK Captain ?"
Torek nodded, a wry smile appearing as the nurse pointed her finger at him. Grace had been with the Raven even longer than he had, and she never took 'no' for an answer. Sh and Carl had become friends, and no-one else would talk to him how she did and hope to get away with it.
"Keep me informed Andae." Carl said, grimacing as a pain shot the length of his back, "It's nothing .. Just a twinge. I'll see you later Andae." he finished, letting himself relax on the bio-bed as his Exec' left Sick-bay ..........
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