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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 20:19:40 GMT
"To be honest, only the captain knows the reason we received this piece of technology from Daystrom, however I do know that we will initially be looking for one of these," Ethan said as he brought up the corresponding information on the engineering console screen. "These are subspace conduits that were first discovered by the USS Voyager on her trip back home from the Delta Quadrant. Various members of Section 47 dealt with an incursion with the Vaadwaur. Suffice it to say it did not end well. Even though we are not supposed to, I'm assuming that this mission will center around the Vaadwaur."
"I see," Hawthorne replied with an understanding nod. "I'm not one for assuming, but in this case, one thing certainly seems to imply the other. I guess that's just an engineer's way of assuming." Hawthorne continued to listen as Ethan addressed the team that had assembled. Looking around, most of the faces were unfamiliar to her and for a single moment, she wondered how her friends and colleagues from the Grayson were doing. She shook off the feeling and returned her attention to the job at hand.
"Lieutenant, I see that we'll be working together," Ethan said smiling at his counterpart. This would be the perfect opportunity for the two to get to know each other, but Ethan would allow the chief to dictate if any conversation would take place.
"Yes Commander, it appears we will," Hawthorne returned the smile, looking over at the man from operations. "I don't think we were ever properly introduced, so we can do that now. I'm Jolene Hawthorne, born and raised on Earth in the British Isles twenty-nine years ago. My friends call me Jo, the guys call me Hawthorne unless they're trying to hit on me or have learned my middle name. I guess they find something about Isandra exotic or something, I don't know," she laughed.
"I love problem solving, which is why I got into engineering in the first place. I guess some people think I'm good at it, which is why I'm here. I was on the Grayson before this posting, and as with all things in life, further information is available upon request."
Jo stopped her work a moment to gauge Ethan's reaction. Some didn't react so well to the barrage of information, but she didn't really mind either way. To those that hadn't earned her distrust, Hawthorne was always an open book, honest to fault, for better or for worse.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Aug 24, 2013 21:31:09 GMT
"Chief, never tell an operations officer that further information is available at upon request, we'll never stop pestering your then," Ethan said laughing. Ethan got a sense that Jolene, or Jo as he hoped he could one day call her, was a no nonsense kind of person.
"Well my name is Ethan Hope, my friends just call me Ethan. I'm from Texas and I just returned back to Section 47 after a deep space mission. I try to know something about everything, but most of all I love friends and family. It was hard leaving my previous ship to come here," Ethan acknowledged as he thought about the people he left on the Lone Wolf. They had encouraged him to go, but good relationships were impossible to forget.
"So you spent time under Admiral Reckus, how was that experience? I have friends who have served under her. I hear she can be very intense," Ethan asked knowing that each and every commanding officer had a reputation. The CO's style had a huge influences on the officers under them.
(Jolene)
Their conversation was interrupted when one of the engineers approached them nervously. She tried as quietly as she could to explain the situation. It was at that time, that Ethan noticed someone very familiar. Ethan recognized T'Brel Peers' favorite instructor, Harash-kyat.
"Commander, I know that you do not know me, but I have heard so many great things about you!" Ethan said as he approached the commander. Harash-kyat had been at the Academy for a long time and he had instructed many of Section 47's officers," I'm surprised to see you here, since I didn't see you in the ship's roster."
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"Sorry for being so rude. Commander this is Chief Jolene Hawthorne, engineering is her baby," Ethan said as he motioned for Jolene to approach.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 14:52:58 GMT
Their conversation was interrupted when one of the engineers approached them nervously. She tried as quietly as she could to explain the situation. It was at that time, that Ethan noticed someone very familiar. Ethan recognized T'Brel Peers' favorite instructor, Harash-kyat.
"Commander, I know that you do not know me, but I have heard so many great things about you!" Ethan said as he approached the commander. Harash-kyat had been at the Academy for a long time and he had instructed many of Section 47's officers," I'm surprised to see you here, since I didn't see you in the ship's roster."
“Then you obviously did not look correctly. Humans tend to rush so much, like formalities”
"Sorry for being so rude. Commander this is Chief Jolene Hawthorne, engineering is her baby," Ethan said as he motioned for Jolene to approach.
“I know who she is. Why has she been disturbed from her duties by this...this ensign” Ethan looked at Harash-kyat and remembered T’Brel telling him of the instructors bad moods and poor manners, “Nothing really” he replied “She wanted to inform us of you presence. Someone of your standing should be greeted” “Someone with my standing shouldn’t be unpacking boxes” he harrumphed “I still can’t understand why I have been assigned to science.” He tugged at his blue tunic “I’d be much more use running Engineering not working with my wife on theoretical warp space slipstream interfaces.” As Harash-Kyat continued to waffle at the two increasingly exasperated officers a row of yellow lights started to blink on the master operations diagnostic table. One by one they increased in frequency and started to go red. “EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EVACUATE MAIN ENGINEERING>>> ALERT>>>ALERT” warned the Computer loudly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 17:55:16 GMT
Rachel surveyed the room and found it quiet. She was extremely proud of her staff for the way they had performed with little to no complaints.
She was about to head to her office for a break when she felt a small tug on her sleeve.
"Excuse me ma'am? I'm here for my DNA profiling. I've spent the past six months mostly on Starbase 47 ma'am."
“Take a seat,” Rachel said, hiding the weariness from her words. “What were you doing on the starbase?” she asked, initiating small talk as she scanned.
(Aidan)
“Interesting. I assume she has tried all the standard auditory cybernetics?
(Aidan)
Rachel silently finished her scans by rote, her mind occupied with snippets from a medical journal about the only conditions where deafness cannot be cured.
Suddenly, the blaring noise from the emergency claxon caused everyone to jolt.
Rachel sighed heavily as she realized that she and her overworked staff would have to remain on duty.
“I’m not aware of any drills, so this is probably a real emergency. Prep to receive casualties,” she instructed. “Recall all doctors and medics released from duty, everyone else remain here in sickbay until we get the all clear.”
As the orderly rushed by, Lassiter caught her gently by the arm. The youthful girl of Asian decent halted mid stride as Rachel said, “Kimura, make sure we have coffee… lots and lots of coffee.”
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Post by Magellan Lin on Aug 30, 2013 18:17:24 GMT
Magellan was on the bridge when it all started to go wrong. He had been pacing up and down the rear of the bridge allowing Kesha to command the ship.
"I m detecting unusual frequencies" Garron commented from Ops,
He felt the urge to respond but knew that was now Keshas job.
"what kind of frequency" she asked pertinently as if reading his mind.
"I m not sure" The young ensign said warily. This was his first big posting and his first shift on the Victory's bridge. "I can't isolate it. Its some kind of carrier wave... it looks like its external to the ship but..."
"But what Ensign" Kesha asked rising from her chair to stand behind Sien and Garron at their respective stations.
"I m sure Commander Hope would know" Garron admitted ashamedly, "The readings make no sense to me. Its like a signal but folded in on itself."
"Ethan is in Engineering" Magellan stated, "I've yet to see the new CEO in operation. I'll go down and get Ethan to have a look at it."
He moved to the turbolift and the doors slid open to admit him when he paused
“EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EVACUATE MAIN ENGINEERING>>> ALERT>>>ALERT” warned the Computer loudly.
At the same time faster than a blink of an eye the turbolift door slammed shut with the power of vacuum seal emergency trapping Magellan between the two doors.
The pain was incredible, more than Magellan had ever felt and he had been injured several times in his career. The flash through his mind was that the door would cut him in two and he could feel his ribs buckle and crack. A series of strange feelings erupted throughout his abdomen and he could feel the anguish of Lin with in him. Despair filled him, the sacred bond to defend ones symbiont was being challenged. All this passed through his mind in mere two seconds before he lapsed into the blissful grasp of unconsciousness leaving him slumped comically between the doors like one of those old comedians doing the mirror trick.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Sept 3, 2013 0:54:42 GMT
~I will have to speak to T'Brel about his preference in instructors~ Ethan thought as he began to ignore the complaints of the commander. If allowed Commander Harash-kyat would complain until their respective shifts ended, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the crew of the Victory.
“EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EMERGENCY CASCADE IN PROGRESS>>>EVACUATE MAIN ENGINEERING>>> ALERT>>>ALERT”
"What the hell?" Ethan asked of no one in particular. The operations officer quickly made it to the nearest console and tried to localize the problem they were experiencing. The ship unexpectedly jolted causing some secondary systems to short circuit and a few minor injuries in the process. "Computer can you identify the cause of the cascade?"
"Negative, cascade in progress. Cascade will cause a warp core breach in three minutes"
"Hawthorne, have you been able to identify the problem?" Ethan asked as looked around the chaos that was main engineering.
(Jolene)
"I need everyone out of here except the chief and Commander Harash-kyat! If you are injured report to sickbay immediately," Ethan ordered. A few of the engineers wanted to argue with his orders, but they thought better of it. "Commander, your expertise would be greatly appreciated at this time."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 9:31:35 GMT
If there wasnt a major emergency going on Harash-Kyat would have been conceitedly pleased with Ethan extolling his expertise, but Grazerites were former herd animals and had an even greater fight or flight mechanism. This had resulted in several problems when Grazer had first taken to space. It took a long time for them to establish first contact with other races. In their first encounter with the Vulcans the Grazerite was so intimidated by the blood red needle like ship that he had gone to maximum warp immediatly and didn't stop for three days. Conversely BullMaster Seran-Tal had caused plenty of small wars with their neighbours especially during the Must Season.
Harash-kyat was more of a pacifist Grazerite and more used to the natural impulse to run rather than fight, but years in Starfleet had taught him to master these basic urges somewhat, although he still felt a degree of panic bubbling underneath the surface.
As the rest of the engineering crew exited from Engineering he found himself at the master diagnostic table with Hope and Hawthorne. His mind raced and he could think of no reasonable reason for a cascade to have been triggered in such a new ship. Something however must have triggered it, perhaps something external... he ran quickly to one of the nacelle feeder tubes locating a junction where multiple vents and pipes coincided.
"Commanders, here." he pointed to a small square box with organic tentacles coming from it that entered the ventwork, "I have no idea what that is... I am sad to say my knowledge of Vesta class ships is poor. I do not know if this is supposed to be here or if not how to remove it." He turned plaintivley to Hawthorne the panic beginning to rise in him, very soon his nerve would break.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 4:45:31 GMT
"Hawthorne, have you been able to identify the problem?" Ethan asked as looked around the chaos that was main engineering.
"It's an incredible surge of power emanating from the warp core. It's almost like it's trying to dump all of the power through the EPS grid, but it's getting caught in a feedback loop. We need to find the problem now, or else we'll have to shut down the core," Hawthorne explained, her voice strained from the stress. "With thirty seconds left, we'll be forced to eject the core and limp home."
Everyone scrambled to evacuate. It was a test of their mettle, but Jo couldn't blame anyone for wanting to run as fast as they could away from the engine room. Sparks flew from a few panels around main engineering as the feedback loop continued to wreak havoc on the ship and its systems, cascading in a seemingly unstoppable surge of energy. Hawthorne worked furiously, isolating what vital systems she could from the grid so they wouldn't be damaged.
C'mon Jo, you can do this. Just breathe...
"Commanders, here." he pointed to a small square box with organic tentacles coming from it that entered the ventwork, "I have no idea what that is... I am sad to say my knowledge of Vesta class ships is poor. I do not know if this is supposed to be here or if not how to remove it." He turned plaintivley to Hawthorne the panic beginning to rise in him, very soon his nerve would break.
"Well, this isn't any of the bio-neural technology that we've got on board this ship, that much I can tell you," Jo rushed over to take a look. She wondered how she and her team could have missed something that conspicuous, but there would be another time for that. Whipping out a tri-corder at breakneck speed, she looked in disbelief at the readings she was getting.
"That. . . thing," she stammered. "It's absorbing and rerouting massive amounts of energy from different places on the ship. If we can isolate this section of the EPS grid, we should be able to effect a system shutdown and restart. Reboot the entire ship, if you will."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Sept 13, 2013 16:12:11 GMT
Sien was the first to react on the bridge. Her fast reactions were one of the reasons why she had been one of Starbase Assailants top pilots. Obviously piloting a starship was different to the escort Peregrines she had been used to flying on patrol around the base and Qualinost. The console flashed up a warning on a few milliseconds before the audio alarm was announced by the computer but it was enough for her to cut the warp feed and send the Victory into a subspace glide.
Beside her Garron flinched as his console began to flash and turn red across the board. He tried to ascertain the problem but as far as he could tell the problem was located in Engineering, and he was unsure how he could do anything at his end to help out. He turned around in time to see the door close on the Fleet Admiral. Knowing there was nothing he could do for the ship he leaped to his feet and ran to the turbolift. Magellan was trapped unconscious between the doors. Garron slammed the release button to the door but nothing happened.
“Manual release” Kesha stated calmly as she rose from the command chair, Garron cursed his inexperience and opened the panel to the left of the door. It contained a pair of magnetic clamps. He placed one on each panel of the door and attempted to force the doors apart. Sien was so distracted by the commotion at the rear of the bridge that she failed to notice the sub space fluctuation directly ahead. In a swirling vortex the Victory seemed to slip into a hole. The darkness of space gave way to a tunnel of swirling blue light. They had found a sub-space corridor. The entry into the flowing corridor was not gentle and as the ship bucked under the stress .
The deck heaved throwing Kesha and Garron about. Garron, with his hands in the magnetic clamps he was able to steady himself but Kesha was thrown backwards her head making contact with the hand rail knocking her down.
Sien strugged to regain control of the ship but without warp power she was having difficulty maintaining the ships attitude. Dixon was aware that he was now the most senior officer on deck and left his tactical station to confer with Sien on how to stabilise the ship.
Garron returned to Magellan this time using the ratchet to manually open the doors finally releasing Magellan from its grip. The admiral slumped down blood oozing from his side where what appeared to be a rib had broken the skin. Garron pushed his hands on to the wound whilst Tev the science officer on duty grabbed an emergency medical kit from behind tactical and joined him.
“Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency the Admiral has been injured”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 1:55:02 GMT
As replacement medics filed through sickbay’s doors, Rachel snapped out a few orders and the triage teams readied themselves. Seeing that all was ready, Lassiter crossed the room intending to sit down. “Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency.” Ensign Garron’s voice quavered. “The Admiral has been injured.”
Without hesitating, Rachel grabbed her medkit. “Computer, site to site transport to the bridge, medical priority. Lassiter, zeta tau 484.”
Lassiter waited impatiently. Knowing that her heightened adrenaline could fool her into thinking seconds were minutes, she tried being patient. The computer, however, didn’t respond.
Rachel repeated her order to the disembodied crew member, but again there was no response.
“Power is being rerouted all over the ship,” Dr. Fisher offered. “I’m trying to latch on to a stable system… as soon as I find one, it gets rerouted again!” His frustration grew as he pounded in commands on his console.
Rachel didn’t wait. She bolted out the door and to the lift, hoping it was functioning. On route, she tapped her comm. badge. “Doctor Fisher, I want to know everyone on board who is listed as a possible temporary host for a symbiont.” Rachel hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but not yet knowing the extent of the Admiral’s injury, coupled with the tremor heard in Ensign Garron’s voice, had her worried.
Lassiter approached the closed lift doors and instinctually expected them to open. They did not. Her forward momentum caused her to bump clumsily into them. She groaned in annoyance and slapped her comm. badge again. “Doctor Fisher… is the site to site transporter back online?”
In sickbay, Fisher was valiantly chasing power systems and muttering about the uselessness of priorities and medical overrides. “Not yet,” he answered, banging harder at the controls.
“I’m heading up via the Jefferies tubes,” Rachel informed as she crawled through a hatch and began her ascent.
Adrenaline enabled her as she climbed, counting off the decks as she passed the bold numbers emblazoned on the inner walls of the tube. As she climbed, the ship heaved and jostled. Rachel fought to hang on to the ladder and tried to blot out the scenarios of doom dancing through her imagination.
At last, she reached her goal and manually entered her security code to open the hatch leading to the bridge. A smart jerk on the handle revealed her worst fear. It didn’t budge.
“Fisher! Can you open the hatch leading to the bridge?” Rachel asked in breathless pants, all the while trying her entry code repeatedly.
In sickbay, Fisher tapped feverishly, accessing and finally isolating the latching mechanism. “Got it!” he exclaimed as the red indicator turned to green.
Rachel pulled mightily and spilled out onto the deckplate of the bridge. Tumbling forward in a tucked roll, she then sprang agilely to her feet and turned to see the Admiral, unconscious and bleeding from his side.
Garron and Tev were bent over the Admiral, one applying pressure on the rib fracture and the other monitoring vitals with a medkit scanner. The two started to move away as Lassiter neared.
“Don’t go anywhere. Keep applying pressure,” she ordered as she hovered over them.
She ran her own scanner over their prone CO. His right lung was punctured by one of his vertebrochondral ribs causing it to collapse. The other end of the offending rib was protruding out of his skin. Several ribs on both sides of his body were cracked – the one opposite the compound fracture was more crushed than broken. Even while unconscious, Lin was struggling to breathe. The Lin symbiont appeared undamaged, but was in distress.
Lassiter needed to get the Admiral to sickbay immediately. But, carrying him there was out of the question.
“Are the site to site transporters working yet?” she asked of anyone as she relieved Garron of his task and applied a pressure bandage.
“Not yet,” came a weak reply from somewhere on the bridge.
With one smooth movement, Rachel loaded a hypo with a cocktail of anti-inflamatories, anti-biotics and pain killers and pressed it against Magellan’s jugular. Though she couldn’t hear the hypo’s familiar hiss over the noise on the bridge, she knew the meds were working as she saw the Admiral’s body relax slightly. Another quick scan told her that the symbiont was calming too as the drugs took effect. He was stabilizing, but not out of danger.
“What about an anti-grav sled?” Lassiter questioned. “Is there one stored anywhere nearby we can access?” She peered around the bridge to see if anyone was listening to her.
“Or better yet, a spine board.” She realized an immobilization board might work best if they had to make the long journey down the Jefferies tubes to sickbay. No one answered her. The crew was a tumultuous undulation of activity, their minds more engaged in saving the ship from destruction.
Rachel sighed, exasperated, but at the same time understood their reasoning. What good would it be to save the Admiral if the whole ship was going to explode?
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Post by Magellan Lin on Oct 3, 2013 9:31:09 GMT
Garron and Tev assisted the doctor best they could but neither were particularly prepared for such an event. Both had undergone the basic medical training required of any officer but had encountered few actual instances when these skills would be needed.
By now Dixon had assumed the command chair and was giving out orders to Sien and the few other officers still at their posts to try and stabilise the Victory as she span tail over nose down the sub-space corridor.
"There isn't a spinal board available" Tev grunted, "and with the way we are moving tranporters are definetly out" Garron agreed, "With doors malfunctioning we cant even get an anti-grav sled up here."
Lassiter looked at the two men, "Keep pressure on the wound" she said as she moved quickly to assess the prone Andorian. She quickly assessed Keshas vitals and deteremined that there was no major damage. She would come round with a massive bruise and one hell of a head ache but she would be okay. The admiral was another matter entirely.
"What about the Conference Room?" Tev suggested, "Between us I reckon we could get the Admiral safely laid out on the conference table. Its no operating theatre but it may have to do. what do you think doc?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 21:24:13 GMT
"Moving him is the danger," Rachel answered, her brow furrowed with worry. "Although, taking him out of this chaos can only help."
She looked into the eyes of her two impromptu medics. "Do exactly as I tell you so we don't injure the Admiral further."
The two nodded gravely.
Tev cradled the Admiral's head while Garron lifted his legs and Rachel supported his rib cage and steadied the wound area.
They shuffled slowly toward the conference room, Lassiter calling out marched steps so they could stay in sync and keep jostling to a minimum.
Thankfully, the inertial dampers were still compensating for their wild ride through the sub-space corridor so Magellan should stay put on the table.
Laying him down gently, Rachel assessed his vitals again. His lips were bluing, his skin clammy and cool and his pulse was thready. Cursing under her breath, she knew she had to make due with what she had - there was no time to wait.
Rachel spoke with added diction and rapidity. "Garron, find me a tube... around 5 centimeters in diameter and at least 15 centimeters in length... rip open a console and tear out an EPS conduit if you have to."
While Garron hunted for what she needed, Rachel felt for the intercostal space between the second and third rib. Taking out the small laser scalpel included in her medkit, she made an incision. Then, using her index finger, she then probed the pleural cavity.
“I found this,” Garron said, breathless from his haste, offering her a piece of conduit.
“Perfect,” Rachel answered as she extended her free hand. “Hand it to me, please.”
“Now, place your index finger here, where mine is now,” she ordered Garron.
Garron swallowed hard. “Inside…? Inside the Admiral?”
“Yes,” she answered as she saw his pallor. “Do it now, Ensign!” she demanded.
Swallowing again, he did as he was commanded. He drew close to the incision with his finger, but failed to place it inside.
Impatient, she grabbed his hand and placed his finger where it needed to be. She understood his hesitancy, but there was no time for timidity.
Lassiter deftly carved the end of the tube with the scalpel until it was sharp and angular.
"You can move now, Ensign," she instructed and Garron stumbled back from the table.
With a sudden movement, she thrust the makeshift chest tube into the collapsed lung. A rush of air immediately escaped from the tube’s end and the right side of his chest rose. Gradually, the Admiral’s face and lips began to pink.
Sensing that Garron had reached his limit in assisting, she turned to Tev. “Here,” she said, “As he inhales use your finger to close off the end of the tube, and then uncover the end when he exhales.”
Tev looked at Rachel nervously, but did as she instructed.
Now that the lung was re-inflated, Rachel turned her attention to the symbiont.
She scanned the Lin symbiont thoroughly. It was more active than was normal and secreting an enzyme which was causing the isoboromine levels to fall dramatically. Rachel surmised that the symbiont was actively trying to break its bond with its host.
“It must be sensing that the Admiral is near death,” she said under her breath.
“What?” a worried Garron asked. “Are you saying that the Admiral is dying?”
“If the symbiont keeps this up…” Her voice trailed off as she wrestled to keep her answer stoic.
She tapped her comm. badge. “Fisher, this is Lassiter. I need someone to bring some Benzocyatizine to the conference room off the bridge – 30 cc’s should do for now.” She paused and sighed worriedly. “And let me know who you found onboard that’s a suitable surrogate host.”
“Eighty-three hours,” she thought, “that’s how long I can hope to keep Magellan alive without the Lin symbiont.”
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Post by Magellan Lin on Oct 20, 2013 16:43:51 GMT
When the ship had begun to shake Laurana had been taking a self guided tour of the Victory. Since coming aboard at Assailant she had spent little time with Magellan, he had been far too busy with preparations to even return to his quarters in the evening until only an hour or two before his next shift.
Deciding that she could wait no longer she had opted to explore on her own. As a civilian some of the areas were off limits but she had managed to find the Bar, Gym, and primary holodeck and now she had stumbled upon the sickbay.
It was as she was leaving the simple but functional facility that the ship had suddenly bucked violently and all manner of alarms had gone off. Being a Guardian of the Pools had entailed little space travel and she was unused to such problems but even she knew something was wrong.
She staggered to her feet and decided that with the medical training she had as a Guardian she maybe of use she retraced her steps back to the Sickbay just in time to see the CMO disappear with a med kit in hand.
Inside she found a nurse and quickly tried to make herself useful, passing tools and assessing patients as they arrived. It was whilst she helping an Efrosian female from a stretcher that she heard the CMO's call to Doctor Fisher.
“Fisher, this is Lassiter. I need someone to bring some Benzocyatizine to the conference room off the bridge – 30 cc’s should do for now.” She paused and sighed worriedly. “And let me know who you found onboard that’s a suitable surrogate host.”
She snagged Fishers arm as he rushed past, "A trill is injured" she asked worriedly,
Fisher nodded "The Admiral. Hes on the bridge" Her stomach dropped away from her. "I can help" she quickly added "I work for the Symbiois Commission." "Come with me" Fisher replied.
The pair climbed their way up the ship via jeffries tubes and still operational lifts to deck 1. The bridge was still in chaos. Dixon had assumed command and was stood at the Helm with Sien trying to control the helm. They had managed to smooth out the flight path to roughly align them with the direction of the sub space corridor but their velocity seemed to be increasing.
"If we don't shut of our engines" Dixon noted "Then the stresses will overcome our SIS Fields and we'll be pulped."
Laurana had little time to hear more as she entered the conference room. Lassiter held out her hand for the medicine. Laurana looked at the crushed form of Magellan and ran to his side. She grasped his hand and as she did so he stirred slightly.
"Lau" he gasped his hand tightening on her upper arm, "He's gone... I can't feel him... Lin is gone" he said no more and dropped into unconsciousness.
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Laurana moved over to his abdomen and rested both hands on skin. She bent down and touched her forehead to the hands. "No the symbiont is alive but weak. Magellan and Lin had a weak link at the best of times. They have dissociated. It maybe protective or perhaps the cavity is too badly damaged to maintain symbiosis... I... I just don't know. I was a Guardian to the Pools not one of the surgeons. All I can say is that Lin is alive and in distress. We have little time."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Dec 5, 2013 19:01:07 GMT
Engineering was in chaos. The warp core breach had been averted but the device still sat sucking energy from the EPS grid.
With a great shock to the inertial dampeners the Victory was thrown free of the corridor and re-entered normal space. Hawthorne struggled to bring thrusters online and get the ship orientated correctly.
Commander Hope dashed from across the engine room,
"I need to get to the bridge. Sickbay commed to say the Admiral and FO are down"
Harash-kyat looked at the commander in unalloyed shock,
"Don't worry, they'll be fine, but I need to be on the bridge. Things seem calmer here but I need you and Jolene to deal with whatever that thing is stuck to our conduit"
"Of course" Harash-kyat replied. He managed to make the response sound more like a disgruntled employee than someone helping out.
With Hawthorne still giving out orders to the rest of her team the Grazerite carried out her last orders. He set up an extra valve in the conduit and began to shunt the electroplasma away from the strange device. The secondary manifolds were already stretched and laboured under the effort of handing raw plasma now coursing through them but he was confident they would hold.
As the EPS flow ebbed the long thin tentacles emerged once more from box. The waved about as if sensing what was about them. Slowly they twisted to and fro before heading in unison towards the rerouted plasma flow.
"Oh no you don't" Harash-Kyat said as he quickly activated a localised security field around the device. He smiled pleased at his work before frowning as the tentacles began to beat viciously against the glimmering barrier. With each attack the field flickered slightly. Thumbing open his tricorder he ran a quick scan of the field and found that with each collision the power drained slightly.
The device was obviously siphoning power from the field and he calculated that it would fail completely in the next 20 minutes. Still it was better to be drawing off the limited power of the field than the massive energy draw of an operational EPS conduit. All he had done was post pone the inevitable. He had bought them 20 minutes to discover what the thing was and how to remove it.
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The unknown woman had advanced on the Admiral before Lassiter could stop her. It was unorthodox to allow any unauthorized contact with a gravely injured patient. However, the woman's presence briefly revived Magellan and gave Lassiter valuable information, so she was glad she hadn't prevented it. Now that she knew, with certainty, that the symbiosis had been severed, her options were clear. Lassiter asked Laurana to stay hoping she could guide her through the inevitable.
Fisher handed her the hypo and Rachel pressed it to Magellan's jugular. Immediately, she scanned the symbiont and found the readings fluctuating wildly."Fisher," she asked, "did you find a surrogate?"
Fisher nodded gravely toward Garron. "As fate would have it, the Ensign here is our most suitable candidate."
"How fortuitous," Lassiter said, looking up at the stricken youth. "You can refuse the transfer, Ensign, and no one will think the less of you. This is not something to do out of a sense of duty."
Garron's wide eyes finally blinked and he found his voice. "Of course. Yes. I'll be glad... honored to host the symbiont."
Rachel nodded toward Laurana. "Please, take a moment with the Ensign to fully describe to him the implications of what he's about to do."
As Garron and Laurana pulled aside, Lassiter prepped her patient as best she could. Thankfully, Fisher had thought ahead and brought several surgical instruments with him. She would try to remember to put him in for a commendation, if they all made it through this.
Ensign Garron and Laurana returned from their private talk and both assured Lassiter he was ready and thoroughly aware of the gravity of his role. He didn't balk when Lassiter reminded him that this procedure was just as dangerous for him as it was for both Lin and the symbiont, especially since they were outside a conventional operating room.
Satisfied Garron understood, Lassiter agreed to do the procedure. There was no time to lose now. "Fisher, Tev..." she barked, "Bring over that smaller table from the corner of the room and use it for Garron. Doctor Fisher, I hope your surgical skills are up to speed. You're operating on Garron."
Side by side the two patients laid, haphazardly dangled on tables not meant for this use. One medical scanner shared between two doctors meant Lassiter had to rely on her eyes and experience. This was battlefield medicine, not something she would have expected on a starship. Rachel yearned for her sick bay with its perfect lighting, plentiful drugs and life-saving equipment within arm's reach.
Rachel gave Magellan's body one last scan before picking up her scalpel. She paused, praying the ship's jarring would hold off while this critical cut was made.
Fisher observed the beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. "You got this, Doc," he reassured.
"We've got this," Lassiter countered. "You're in this with me." She took one last scan then handed the scanner off to Fisher. "Laurana, you're my assistant. Tev, you're with Fisher." She drew in a long, slow breath and bit her lower lip. "Making the incision into the symbiotic pouch... now."
As she clamped back the flesh, the old fashioned way, Rachel saw the extent of the damage. The offending rib had pierced through the symbiotic pouch as well as the lung on its exit through Magellan's body. Obviously, the damage had triggered the Lin symbiont's instinct to separate from the host. Although Magellan's condition was critical, she gave priority to extracting Lin. The two Doctors mirrored their movements as Laurana watched nervously. Laurana trembled visibly as Rachel gently scooped up the Lin symbiont and handed it off to Fisher who gently placed it into Garron.
Turning her attention to the Admiral now, Rachel carefully sealed off damaged blood vessels, repaired the tear in the lung and worked on realigning and fusing the rib. So engrossed in her work, she was barely aware of anyone else around her. Vaguely, she noticed Laurana who intermittently reached over to wipe the sweat from her brow with the back of her sleeve.
Finally, after nearly an hour, Rachel sutured the incision. Almost immediately after closing, her knees felt weak and threatened to give out. She willed herself to remain standing and passed the scanner over the Admiral's body. His breathing was normal and his O2 sats were 96%. He should be regaining consciousness but wasn't.
Rachel didn't understand. SHe had never understood the physiological metamorphosis of a Trill host which caused it to be so dependent on the symbiont that it couldn't survive after removal. At times, Rachel struggled with her prejudices and her thinking that Trill symbionts were more parasitic in nature - something to be avoided rather than sought after. But, Laurana had said Magellan and the Lin symbiont had, at best, a weak link. Perhaps that would be Magellan's salvation.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Dec 8, 2013 2:32:22 GMT
The blaring noise from the klaxons was giving Ethan an even bigger headache than before. When the ship lost momentary equilibrium, Ethan had been knocked out for a fraction of a second. He could already feel the bump on his head growing, but that didn't matter at the moment. If the engineering team didn't get the ship back under control, they wouldn't be alive to feel anything anyways.
Working under duress was not the ideal, but Ethan believed this would allow him to do his best work. At this very moment nothing else mattered except for the job in front of him. As Hawthorne ordered the engineers to their post, Ethan began to bypass unnecessary systems. They could not afford a cascade failure because they would not have enough time to fix either problem.
"Commander we have a problem. Both the Admiral and the XO are down, we need you on the bridge," someone said. Ethan registered the information and immediately cursed silently. While he didn't know the admiral or the major very well, he believed them to be good people. They were hurt and it was now up to Ethan to make sure that everyone got out of this situation out alive.
"Hawthorne, I have to go to the bridge, use the Commander!" Ethan said as he ran out of main engineering. At that moment, Ethan allowed himself a second of panic and fear. Once he was on the bridge, he would need to work in tandem with every other crew member on board.
"What the hell happened to the Admiral?" Ethan asked as he made his presence known on the bridge.
"He was injured and so was the symbiont, we don't know much else," a lieutenant reported.
"How about the problems in engineering?" Ethan asked.
"They are making progress, we have regained full control of navigation and internal gravity, we should have another jolt like we did before," another lieutenant reported.
"Alright, I want everyone on the bridge to coordinated with repair crews around the ship, I want reports every hour until the Victory is back to full capabilities."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Dec 28, 2013 17:00:07 GMT
Garron lay back tentatively on to the conference table beside the Admiral. He turned his head to look at the fellow Trill, as much a stranger as any other on the ship at the moment. The Victory was his first ship posting from the academy having spent the first 18 months of his career working on a Relay Station on the edge of the Vulcan system. He knew that the Admiral had drawn much from his crew from people he knew. People like Ethan and Sien their pilot. Sien was about the only person he knew on board. As an operations office he spent a lot of time sat next to the Conn officer whilst in duty and the two had managed to strike up a friendship. She was the daughter of an officer who had served with Magellan for the past 10 years and who had been most annoyed that the Admiral had not allowed him to join him on the new ship. Instead Magellan had promoted Zoilip to XO of Assailant and left him to look after his second home.
Slowly he could feel himself relaxing as the Doctor administered a nerve relaxant. It was traditional for both participants be conscious for the exchange to ensure the symbiont had properly melded, something that had never really happened for Magellan. A blonde haired woman called Laurana stood at Magellan's side, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot as Doctor Lassiter began the procedure.
Time seemed to slow into a weird kind blur as Dr Lassiter operated on Magellan and Dr Fisher stood beside him. Turning again Garron could see Dr Lassiter withdraw a small brown slug like creature from Magellan's stomach pouch. Garron felt a tickle and looked down to see Dr Fisher drawing a laser scalpel across his own abdomen. Common sense told Garron that he should be screaming in pain but he felt nothing and even if he wanted to struggle and run his muscles wouldn't let him.
Dr Lassiter cradled the symbiont and moved around the conference table to his side. Dr Fisher peeled back the skin exposing the symbiont pouch. Gently Lassiter inserted Lin into the gap and allowed the syymbiont to flex itself and move into position. She pushed down the skin and told Fisher to seal up the wound with an auto-suturer, she returned to Magellan and started to work on repairing his ruined ribs.
Garron focused on his abdomen. It felt strange to have something living inside him and he could see the stomach distend slightly as the symbiont wriggled into place. He felt thin tendrils weave within him locating neural clusters and then there was a sudden overloading burst of light within his mind.
Unsure whether he had passed out or if he had for how long Garron sat up and swung his legs down from the table. Tev moved to his side and held his arm. Garron shook him off and looked about him as if looking through new eyes. Laurana and Lassiter were still operating on Magellan. Seeing the Admiral himself on the table made him uncomfortable, no not him... Magellan. He searched his feelings, he could feel Lin, a reassuring presence in the back of his mind, like an old friend. Symbiosis like this hadn't been this good for a long time and Garron whilst somewhat disturbed felt somewhat at ease with his past lives, Bryson, Toya and of course Magellan.
Tugging on his uniform jacket Garron left the conference room and entered the bridge. He surveyed the scene and walked across to join Commander Hope.
"Ethan" he said in acknowledgement "Status" The command slipped out of Garron before he knew what he was saying. "Err I mean what are your... err orders."
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jan 6, 2014 0:43:08 GMT
The situation aboard the USS Victory had calmed down somewhat. The crew was no longer in any immediate danger. The engineering crew led by Jolene Hawthorne and Harash-kyat had averted disaster and repairs were underway. Things were happening extremely quickly and Ethan barely had any time to breathe. Yet the chaos that surrounded him provided some comfort because a few decks below him, something was happening that would affect every life on board the Victory. The decision had been made to remove the Lin symbiont from its current host Magellan. While not a Trill himself, Ethan believed he understood the importance the relationship between host and symbiont. The current situation also required for everyone to step up their game until the crisis passed. It had already been decided amongst the senior staff that the Victory would not abandoned her maiden voyage and go back to Starbase 47, but until the Admiral was able to perform his duties Major Andier would be acting captain and Ethan would be the XO.
While always ambitious, Ethan never wanted to achieve the position through an accident. There was also the issue that the Major herself was a marine and not a Starfleet officer. Ethan had never been comfortable with having a trained military force on a Federation vessel during peace time. Yet this was the situation that Ethan and the rest of the crew found themselves. Ethan ordered a complete stop until a full diagnostic was run on the accident that led them to this situation. The Major was currently contacting Starfleet Command about the situation and Ethan had also sent word throughout Section 47. The fleet was extremely tight knit and Admiral Lin had many friends on many different ships, bases, and planets throughout the sector. His health was of concern to many.
Frustrated that he was unable to do more, Ethan began to constantly look at the chronometer. The operations was a relatively short one for the symbiont, but from the last report, the Admiral was still in critical condition. Ethan knew that it would be dishonorable of him to waste time while a fellow comrade and captain was clinging to life. So Ethan made the rounds around the bridge, seeing if he could any individual department with some of the repairs. It didn't take long for Ethan to find something to do and get into a comfortable rhythm of work. Before he knew it a few hours had passed and the updates had taken place.
"Ethan" he said in acknowledgement "Status" The command slipped out of Garron before he knew what he was saying. "Err I mean what are your... err orders."
Ethan turned to face Garron and it took him a moment to reply. He knew this would be the outcome, but it was extremely bizarre to know that the person in front of him was and was not his commanding officer. The Lin symbiont now resided within the man in front of him, so he knew everything that Magellan had experienced and so it was only natural for Garron to exhibit the same qualities as the previous host.
"Garron, you should be resting," Ethan said finally able to speak," I'm sure getting used to all of your previous life times will be confusing and difficult, I'm not sure how much of a help you will be to us today at your post."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jan 10, 2014 17:28:17 GMT
"Garron, you should be resting," Ethan said finally able to speak," I'm sure getting used to all of your previous life times will be confusing and difficult, I'm not sure how much of a help you will be to us today at your post."
Garron felt like protesting but realised that he did feel a bit strange. He moved to find a seat and paused as he found himself hovering over the Captain’s Chair before holding himself and moving to one of the position on the side of the bridge. He saw a ghost of a smile cross briefly across Ethan’s face before the Commander turned away to the duties of keeping the ship running.
Garron took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. Now he came to focus on himself he realised he was a maelstrom of feelings and thoughts. He wondered momentarily if this was how a schizophrenic felt. Different people vying for attention, except this wasn’t different people this one person. He didn’t feel like 5 people but one person who could remember. In one regard it was fascinating. He could recall sitting on the delegation board at the Tomed Incident Talks, he could remember the thrill of excavating some ruins on Holberg 917G and the joy of finding a new species of Tanaski Fern.
There was of course the bad points. He could feel the pain of being shot by smugglers, the pure agony of having ones legs blown off by the Ansata and the slow decline into old age and infirmity. It all swirled around him a massive molasses of images and thoughts. Bryson, Gethin, Loran, Toya, Magellan, Garron, Bryson, Gethin, Loran, Toya, Magellan, Garron round and round it all went, mixing and merging. Parents, friends, lovers, children. Hundreds upon hundreds of faces people he had known and more than 80 percent of whom had been dead for more than 100 years.
By the pools he had been a woman twice. A woman! His mind boggled as these alien thoughts fought for space with those of Magellan, Gethin and Bryson. It was mind blowing. Where did he start to understand it all... where did he start and the others end?
He forced himself to focus Magellan’s essence was strongest in his mind and he knew that whilst the ship was in danger he needed to be focused and ready for duty. Toya’s scientific curiosity wanted to find out where they were, whilst Loran and Gethin both urged the need for caution and understanding what had happened whilst Bryson’s methodical approach to life suggested that the logical approach was to deal with the current situation and then sort himself out later. And Garron, what did Garron think. He was an Operations officer and whilst Ethan was now de facto CO that seat was vacant.
Steeling himself and taking in a cleansing breath he stood up. “If it’s all the same to you... Sir I would rather return to my post and establish our position”
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Garron was stable enough for Dr. Fisher to leave him under Tev’s watchful eye and move to assist Rachel. The two doctors were deep into Magellan’s chest cavity; too deep, in fact, to notice Garron’s leaving.
Rachel repaired the lung as best she could and had just finished fusing her patient’s ribs when she noticed the ship had stopped its violent thrashings. “Fisher, I’m good here. Go to the bridge and find out if the site to site transporters are working.” Using the medical tricorder, Rachel scanned the Admiral’s abdominal cavity one last time to make sure all blood vessels were sealed and all other organs undamaged. Somehow, the broken rib had completely missed the stomach, spleen and liver, only piercing the symbiont pouch. She sighed heavily and, against her instincts, sutured his abdomen closed. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until the Admiral was nestled into her sick bay. Her triage skills had repaired his wounds, but keeping him alive without the symbiont was something she didn’t have an answer for… yet.
Fisher returned and Rachel looked up as he nodded. “They should be transporting him now,” he said as Magellan’s body shimmered and disappeared.
Rachel stood there expectantly.
“Power is still limited,” Fisher explained. “They can only transport us one at a time.”
Rachel rolled her eyes, frustration building, and muttered, “Emergency Medical priority is a thing of the past.”
The soft beeping of the Admiral’s stasis chamber provided a musical counterpoint to the tapping of Rachel’s console as she searched medical archives. In the past 6 hours, she and her staff had successfully stabilized the Admiral, but his condition was slowly deteriorating. There was no explanation. Sitting by his beside and researching every database, Lassiter found little help. The only records of survival of the host after a symbiont was removed required its reinsertion. Dr. Julian Bashir’s notes regarding the forced removal of the Dax symbiont were the most helpful. However, Bashir didn’t have to keep Jadzia alive past the 93 hour threshold. Rachel couldn’t find any documentation that pointed to what she needed; a way to keep previous host, current host and symbiont alive.
An alarm sounded and Rachel sprung from her chair. Magellan’s vitals were plummeting steadily. The time for research was over. Rachel had to invent a way to save him.
Magellan blinked his eyes open and focused on Lassiter’s face.
“Admiral. How do you feel?”
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“Your vitals are stable, for the moment,” Rachel said as she let a hypo hiss against his neck. “This injection will need to be administered every 6 hours. I’m hoping to expand that to 12 hours as your body adjusts.”
Magellan rose up slowly on an elbow and immediately felt a wave a nausea wash over him.
“Yes, now let that be a lesson to you. You need to lay back and take it easy,” Rachel chided. She gave a worried sigh. “I need to explain to you what I’ve done.”
Lassiter pulled up a chair next to the Admiral’s bed and took his hand. “I have managed to stop the physical degradation… by some pretty unorthodox methods.” She paused, not knowing how he would react. “If I would have had more time, perhaps I could have found a way to clone a symbiont. I knew isoboramine levels are easy enough to synthesize, but I had to find an organism that could mimic the neural stimuli.” Rachel paused again, deciding not to elaborate on how she had theorized the neural severance between host and symbiont was the reason behind the host’s death. “I believe a gradual reduction of isoboramine will eventually wean you from dependence on it.”
“I know losing the Lin symbiont is difficult for you.” She squeezed his hand slightly, wanting to assure him. “I’ve asked Laurana to counsel you since I have very little knowledge on the subject.” Rachel leaned in a little closer. “Borg nanoprobes would have been ideal, if we had had some onboard. But, I had to improvise.” She stalled again, not wanting to inform him of the rest, but knowing she had to prepare him. Surely the pain would start soon. “Are you familiar with the species of neural parasites that once invaded the Deneva system?”
Symbiosis required the integration of neural pathways that, when severed, would cause neural shock to the host. Lassiter had found a short term answer. A check of the ship’s lab specimens led Lassiter to a benign sample of the neural parasite. It too would weave its tendrils into the host’s nervous system, creating a similar stimulus to that of a Trill symbiont. The sample, thankfully, was fully inert and in stasis. Luckily, the Victory’s lab carried such samples for research with the assurance they weren’t harmful. Removed from the ‘hive’, the sample was powerless to influence a host. However, the parasite, once allowed to invade his nervous system, would still cause intense pain. Lassiter was confident Magellan could function as long as he faithfully followed his injection regimen. And the parasite could be eradicated when no longer needed with a short burst of UV light.
Lassiter wrote out the protocol for Magellan’s injections, attaching reminders and alarms so her staff wouldn’t go beyond the critical 6 hour dosing. Her orders stated the Admiral’s would remain in sickbay for at least the next 48 hours.
The doctor looked at her patient wanting desperately to tell him everything would be fine. But, Lassiter wasn’t one to give false hope or exaggerate. “I will continue to look for a better answer,” Lassiter told him. “For now, we will carefully monitor you and find the correct balance of isoboramine and pain meds.”
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jan 25, 2014 22:28:23 GMT
"Garron, while I think its unwise, I'll leave it up to you," Ethan said as he turned to the newest Lin," however, the moment you put anyone else in danger, I want you out of here." Garron seemed to understand Ethan's apprehension, but he was clearly pleased to be allowed to stay and work. Ethan had been updated by the medical staff and hopefully the Admiral would be waking. For the foreseeable future, Admiral Magellan Lin would be out of action, but these set back would not impede them on their mission.
"Commander, preliminary reports are coming," the junior operations officer reported.
"Jimmy how long have you been working?" Ethan asked as he took the padd and began to read over its content.
"Thirty six hours now, we have a lot of work to do," Jimmy said surprised that he was being addressed in such an informal manner.
"Jimmy, make sure that everyone in our department begins to scaffold when they get off duty," Ethan ordered," I want everyone to begin with at least six hours of sleep. If I find out that this didn't happen I'll make sure you don't become a Lieutenant anytime soon."
The order and joke seemed to relax Jimmy, who went on to relay the order that Ethan had given. As Ethan turned his attention to the padd, he was pleased that the repairs were so far ahead already. With such a green crew, Ethan believed that it would have taken a lot longer to do this many repairs, but it seemed that everyone on board the Victory was adamant that they would succeed and hard work never killed anyone. Feeling like he had been talking to much, Ethan made his way to the nearest console and began to work on some of the repairs.
The steady beeps of the consoles and stations on bridge went uninterrupted for a few hours. It wasn't until a nurse arrived that Ethan's attention was drawn away from his work.
"Commander, the Admiral is in serious condition, but I believe Doctor Lassiter is comfortable that he is out of any immediate danger," the nurse reported," could you please pass on this information to the major as well?"
"Yes of course, thank you for some good news," Ethan said as he allowed a bit of tension leave his body. Now that Magellan Lin was out of danger, things could begin to get normal. "Garron, I know its unheard of, but would you want to see the Admiral with me? I'm going down to sickbay to talk to the doctor and the admiral."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Feb 18, 2014 17:04:05 GMT
“Of course...er Sir” Garron replied starting to get a little more of a handle on himself. He followed Ethan into the Turbolift. The two stood silently as the lift descended but Garron could sense that Ethan was curious. “It’s very odd sir. I feel like I know you or rather your record. I know your my direct superior but the there’s a part of me that is used to command. I m sure with practice things will... improve” he said hopefully. Ethan nodded (TAG ETHAN) As the turbolift came to a stop Garron was starting to feel more...together. Lin seemed to be counteracting his anxieties and the blending of the multiple personalities seemed to becoming easier. Like all unjoined Trill he had been trained in symbiosis and he was even on a list somewhere on the Commission for future symbiosis. Dr Lassiter met the two of them at the door. “How is he Doctor?” Commander Hope asked, Lassiter seemed to consider her words carefully, “He seems remarkably... fine. Medically he is still in a bad way. I have stabilised his injuries and they are no longer life threatening. What is, is the lack of a symbiont. I have managed to solve this for the short term by giving him a surrogate symbiont.” “A surrogate?” Garron asked “Yes” Lassiter replied drawing them over to her office and to a wall mounted display. She brought up a diagnostic of Magellan and a body plan. “I have inserted a Denevan parasite into his symbiont pouch. It is currently maintaining most of his life needs that are usually lost when a symbiont is removed. I m avoiding rejection with broad spectrum anti-rejection drugs and immune-supressants.“ She zoomed into the abdomen to show the parasite in the pouch. “Things seem to be working well” she continued, I m maintaining a stable equilibrium by giving him daily Isoboramine injections” Ethan and Garron looked at the diagrams and listened carefully to Lassiters explanation, “I sense you are leaving something out” Ethan prompted, “As I said Magellan is medically stable, and Laurana is helping to ensure the parasite work around is also stable but...” “There’s always a but” Ethan sighed, “You’re not sure about him mentally” Garron finished “I know I m not entirely coping with having the Lin symbiont.” “That’s the point” Lassiter said, “He seems to be coping well. He’s even been in contact with Starfleet. I suggest you speak to him. Magellan was propped up on a bio-bed a sheet pulled up over his chest. Whilst pale he seemed as normal as ever. He clutched a PaDD in one hand that he lowered as they entered. Laurana was sat at the bed side dozing lightly. “Commander” he greeted to Ethan and gave a nod to Magellan. “How are you sir?” Ethan asked, “Well... considering. Lin and I never lived well together and whilst it is odd... I m finding it strangely liberating. I still have residual memories of my other selves, but they are more like ancient memories.” “You’re telling me” Garron interjected, “All these new memories are so strange but at the same time it feels so natural.” Magellan gave Garron a weak smile. It was like looking at a younger version of himself. Magellan returned himself to the present. “I have been in contact with Starfleet and I have new orders. We are to stay in the Delta Quadrant, Zoilip will take the other injured including Major Andier back to the Alpha Quadrant.” “And you?” “I am staying. I am convinced that Dr Lassiters work will keep me safe and Laurana will remain to counsel both myself and Garron.” “Are you sure?” Ethan insisted, “Yes. I will be on sick leave for the foreseeable future, and then on light duties. Ethan you will be in day to day command of the ship.” “What about a navigator with Zoilip gone?” “I suggest you move Ensign Chetharie sh'Ketres from Gamma Shift to Chief CNO.” “And our role?” “First off we need to find out who and how the Victory was sabotaged and whilst we do that we need to verify the stability of this subspace terminal and map the nearby sectors.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 19:22:51 GMT
Ensign Chetharie sh'Ketres knew as well as anyone not to expect things to be quiet or peaceful when she joined Starfleet. Even if she had somehow managed to remain ignorant throughout her childhood -- an impossible task on its own, since nearly all her heroes growing up had been Starfleet officers and commanders, and they wouldn't have become her heroes had they lived quiet lives -- her family had informed and berated her on the point once they found out that she was signing up.
It had been more than an acceptable risk, however, since part of Thar liked the idea of it, knew that if she didn't tackle obstacles like this she wouldn't know what else to do with herself. Serving in Starfleet wasn't a quiet life raising children on Andoria, and it was all the better for that. Compared to Andorian dating rituals, even interstellar politics looked easy, and Thar had never really understood either.
The disturbances on the ship had already thrown off her sleep schedule, made it so that it was more a moment of finding a quiet moment or two to sleep (once all the adrenaline had worn off, of course) than trying to maintain any sense of artificial night or day. It looked like that would make everything a little easier with her new duties, and it also meant that pretty much everyone would be on the same page.
Thar was used to flying, even used to being at the helm of the Victory, so there was no sense of thrill when she sat down at her station -- it had been her station as well before, just at different times, when the bridge was usually a little less busy. Still, for all of her expectation of troubles, this was the first real sort of that she had encountered, and she found herself needing the controls under her hands to settle her mind for a moment, to deal with the fact that this hadn't been a fight, that this had been sabotage. They had to find a way to adequately respond to that.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Feb 27, 2014 5:15:58 GMT
As the shuttle departed from their view, Ethan momentarily wished he could be on his way back home. So many things had gone wrong and now at the precipice he was leading all 703 souls onboard. At the beginning of this journey the Victory had left port with 748 crewmembers. They had already lost twenty two crewmembers and the rest were heading back to Federation space in critical condition. The current situation found Ethan Hope in command of the Victory due to the unfortunate accident that had fallen on Admiral Lin. The momentary feeling passed and Ethan now understood the responsibility that every ship's captain had. He knew that Admiral Lin would be there to convey advice, but would be unable to take command.
~This is everything you have ever wanted Ethan, you should be happy that he trusted you enough to actually take the big seat~ Ethan said to himself knowing that the apprehension he was feeling would not dissipate so quickly. Things were happening extremely quickly, a saboteur has been able to penetrate the security of a highly classified ship, one of the most tenured and powerful officer in Starfleet was out of action, and the USS Victory was currently in the Delta Quadrant alone. Yes things were happening very quickly and in all honesty Ethan was scared.
Not willing to use the Admiral's office, Ethan worked in the conference room adjacent to the bridge. It had become his home the last couple of days and sooner rather than later he would be forced to stop using it as a personal office. With the loss of crew, Ethan had been working on making the new rotations equitable for everyone involved. People would need to pull in some extra shifts, but they were all eager to prove themselves. Ethan continued to be surprised at the lack of experience onboard the Victory. The average age of the officers onboard was 23, barely out of the Academy. Yet Ethan knew that they would do everything in their power to make sure whatever mission came their way was a success.
=^=Commander Hope to crew. As everyone is now aware, we have been ordered to stay in the Delta Quadrant. Our injured are currently on their way back home for treatment and I have assumed the role of executive officer. We will be receiving our mission orders from Starfleet within the next twenty hours, until then everyone is assigned light duty. Hope out=^=
Young officers were notorious for never actually taking a break when ordered to, but hopefully one or two of them just might buck the trend and take an hour or two for themselves. Ethan thought this knowing that there would be no light duty for himself. He would need to continue to work. He would need to continue to stand ready to protect the new family that he was creating. The party responsible for the attack on the Victory would need to be brought to justice and what ever sinister plan they were concocting would need to be stopped. Yes as Ethan thought these things, he once again wished he had been on that shuttle headed back to the Alpha Quadrant.
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