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Post by James T Matthew on Aug 5, 2013 19:58:03 GMT
*Scene; Main Bridge "Commander Matthew..." Ghes said, emerging on to the bridge looking worse for wear. "It seems our goal to end the war has improved slightly. The humanoids are on the verge of victory after their latest temporal attack. It seems they found a way to mask their use of anti-chronitons, else Tiana would've detected it... Brief me on this asteroid belt, and the star. Is it related to the temporal weapon usage?"
“Ghes “This War has been so senseless* From the Beginning XO. The loss of live could have been avoided just by talking a little time to Talk to each other History Has proven over and Over War Never Works just get A lot of people killed”
“Ghes must have shown sort of an absent-minded expression because his XO addressed him: “Commodore not Captain?
“Ghes” Mr. Matthew you are suprising me once more." Matthew gave back with a tired smileys Sir we are holding off the official Promotion Party tell after this mission And by the Way let me be One of the first to Say Congratulations Commodore .
"Is that think it will give the crew something to look forward too for Commodore?" Commander Matthew asked.
"Ghes This time yes. Any news from Engineering or sickbay?"
"Nothing changed since the last report." Matthew replied.
"Ok then. You're off duty for this shift Number One. You get some sleep, ok?"
"Aye, Commodore”
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 11, 2013 23:57:58 GMT
"Do you think this will work, young man," Lieutenant Walsh said to Savin, not immediately regretting his use of the term 'young man', because this was veering-on desperate circumstances. The logical mind of the vulcan would surely understand. That said, Walsh wasn't entirely sure Savin had even heard him.
"Savin. The extra medicinal supplies." He stated, looking Savin in the eyes. "The humanoids have overrun large portions of insectoid territory, and the war may well be in its death throes. There doesn't seem to be much more help we can give. I suggest you divert all your energies into preserving your father's life. The CO needs him, whether he cares to admit it or not, regardless of your father's blatant insubordination during this venture."
<Tag Savin/Saryn>
Walsh, accompanied by two security officers approached Walters's biobed. The man's burns were being healed rapidly, Starfleet med tech working wonders when in centuries past his life might have been at risk. "You'll soon be discharged, Commander Walters, sir. Another five minutes check up from the doctor's assistant he should give you a free bill of health to return to your post."
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"One more thing, sir," Matthew called, just as he was entering the turbolift for his break. "Savin called from engineering. Apparently the Doctor has been placed necessarily in stasis." The lift slid shut, oblivious to the tension around it.
Ghes nodded, striding towards the ready room with a tentative O'Mannin in tow. Ghes took his seat, shifting PADDs to and fro with idle ease, like a child fiddling with his toys. "Lieutenant. I know what you did was necessary." O'Mannin was just taking his chair.
"But I still disagree with your method. You may have saved my life, and perhaps Lenaris's - who as you know's still in critical condition - but you've destablised chances for peace. In fact now, no fault of your own, the humanoids have struck and rendered the facility we were in as having been destroyed months ago. It's only a matter of time before the humanoids - from their own temporally ravaged world - claim themselves the victors is in this conflict. And Trevor, answer truthfully, did you kill any of the insectoids?"
<Tag O'Mannin>
Ghes had been determined to see these negotiations through. He'd bartered, often pushing the boundaries of legality; he'd attempted to supply illegal medicines, supplies and materiel that could be used to build weapons, all in the name of ending a disastrous temporal conflict. He'd met resistance from his crew, mainly Saryn, but also had a showing of over-loyalty, though commendable, from his tactical officer. But still he felt a resentment that he couldn't push a settlement through. Could his crew not see the benefits behind medicinal research outside the norms? Or the desirables, despite the costs, in ending devastating wars that reaped terror not only across space, but across aeons of time? The Denobulan race had long since learnt to accept things.
Ghes reentered the bridge, taking the command chair. "Right, all info on that asteroid now. Tiana, what can you tell me about the gas giant mechanism inside it? Where did it come from, anywhere near our galaxy? Is it possible the presence of anti-chronitons changed the timeline to such a degree that it spatially and temporally displaced the belt into this system..." And whatever horror-weapon it's brought with it, Ghes thought.
<Tag Galwyn, Matthew, All> - Approaching final stretch now. Do we escape the star, or try to save the negotiations, despite the apparent imminent defeat of the insectoids?!
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Post by James T Matthew on Aug 13, 2013 1:54:28 GMT
Scene: Main bridge, USS ENZIO
“ Cmdr Matthew was Back on the bridge after getting A few hours sleep sitting in the XO Chair Again monitoring the sensor reading coming from the asteroid Belt , Everyone Hoping Cmdr Galwyn Had the Answers they needed one of the bridge officers was looking into the reasons for the presence of the solar flare. And why they hadn't picked them up sooner on the ship's sensors was another mystery entirely...But now they were here and they obviously needed their help.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 7:36:00 GMT
He (ghes) left the XO to ponder their conversation while he turned stiffly to O'Mannin. "I'll meet you in my ready room in 15 minutes."
The security chief nodded his consent but tried to show no emotion to the command Ghes had issued. It came to him as no surprise that the man was unhappy with him. He had seen his reactions to him and felt the tension between them growing ever sense his eyes had settled on him in the rescue attempt. He gave a quick glance to the security officer that was currently on duty and they exchanged nods before he followed Ghes into their private meeting, ne he was sure wouldn’t go very well.
As he took his seat he heard the Captain state he disagreed with his methods even though he knew something had to be done.
Trevor’s face was one of concern. Though he understood what Ghes was saying he wasn’t at all convinced there was an alternate method that would have been anywhere near as successful. “Captain,” he began his answer to the immediate question as to whether on not he had killed any of the guards in the rescue attempt. I am positive that all of us used the stun settings on our weapons. I am positive none of us killed a single insectoid.” He tilted his head and took in a breath, “what method would you have preferred Captain,” he questioned. We had lost all contact with you. P’Tal’s tricorder showed you going into an unknown structure with armed insectoids that had already showed they were hostile. With the possibility of a hostage situation I was not about to leave you and Lenaris.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 13:33:15 GMT
"Savin. The extra medicinal supplies." He stated, looking Savin in the eyes. "The humanoids have overrun large portions of insectoid territory, and the war may well be in its death throes. There doesn't seem to be much more help we can give. I suggest you divert all your energies into preserving your father's life. The CO needs him, whether he cares to admit it or not, regardless of your father's blatant insubordination during this venture."
"The supplies are almost ready to be transported. Give it thirty minutes then start transporting. Inform the bridge of what you are doing," Savin ordered, before casting a quick glance towards where his father was being kept alive by all kinds of machinery. "Blatant insubordination? While I cannot condone what he has done, he was following his conscience. And what I am doing, is going right against his orders as chief medical officer, so I ask you, who is insubordinate now?"
The young Vulcan didn't really expect an answer as he started towards his father's bed to check on the readings. There was little improvement; he wasn't breathing on his own and by now additional means were applied to remove waste products from his father's body. The attempt to keep him in stasis had failed, so this was the only alternative until he could devise a cure. He still wasn't sure how to battle this, or whether letting this agent run it's course might simply be the wisest option. Tests proved that his sense of touch, at least to his fingers and face, were returning. But there were no signs of cognitive behaviour.
Walsh, accompanied by two security officers approached Walters's biobed. The man's burns were being healed rapidly, Starfleet med tech working wonders when in centuries past his life might have been at risk. "You'll soon be discharged, Commander Walters, sir. Another five minutes check up from the doctor's assistant he should give you a free bill of health to return to your post."
"If he feels well enough, though I would prefer if he remains here to rest up properly before returning to the dangers of engineering." Savin cast Walters a meaningful look, he himself being reminded of an episode he was still very much ashamed of, even though everyone - including Gheskori - had told him that he had no blame to it. "Find the captain," he mock ordered, "when you get back out there. And protect this ship from whatever is going on."
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 15, 2013 0:31:11 GMT
"Blatant insubordination? While I cannot condone what he has done, he was following his conscience. And what I am doing, is going right against his orders as chief medical officer, so I ask you, who is insubordinate now?"
"... It's an issue we've decided to skirt over," Walsh said sharply from behind the assistant doctor, his eyes like devils, "Saryn took what he saw as the moral course of action. The Captain took the pragmatic course of action. If you don't like what's you're being forced to do, I suggest you find a way to deal with it."
<Tag Savin?>
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Trevor tilted his head and took in a breath, “what method would you have preferred Captain,” he questioned. We had lost all contact with you. P’Tal’s tricorder showed you going into an unknown structure with armed insectoids that had already showed they were hostile. With the possibility of a hostage situation I was not about to leave you and Lenaris.”
"I heard phaser fire as soon as you entered the building; ship records confirmed that, Lieutenant. Your tactics..." He sighed, "I must put it to you like this..." Ghes seemed sad, which was an unusual and distressing sight as Denobulans were usually smiling, "... they were heavy-handed. I don't know how many insectoids you took down but it couldn't have been less than a couple dozen."
"Don't get me wrong." Ghes took the ready room chair, swinging back, "I appreciate the rescue effort, but I still think... Still think, I could've talked them into releasing me and resuming negotiations on a stable footing." Suddenly Ghes felt doubt, placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers. "You lost an officer, I understand. Ensign Kissenger? I'm sorry for your loss." Gheskori understood that it wasn't just himself that'd suffered from the result down there.
<Tag O'Mannin>
"It doesn't matter now," the CO said, his tone downcast in dejection, "The humanoids have nearly won this war. That whole facility, as you know was destroyed, wiped out even, by temporal weapons. The insectoids in that base may as well never have existed."
Except in the catacombs, Ghes realised suddenly. That null-zone, where unnatural entropy's exotic effects had no dominion. Kissenger's body would be lying there, untampered with by time, 'til the humanoids combed the area and cleansed away any strains of insectoid resistance.
"You're a relatively new member of my crew, Mr O'Mannin. I'll stop short of a reprimand." <tag?>
Madness, Ghes thought, that he'd even consider that. The CTSO had virtually saved his life for god's sake. "Still, please, I'd ask you to temper your naturalised Cardassian training. I know that when they have a mission they're very thorough in their execution. Please take it as a warning. Tactics such as those could get us into a fair amount of trouble with command, and I wouldn't want to upset the Fleet CO. Never having met Commodore Savot I wouldn't want to set a bad impression." Ghes knew he was derailing. He rounded the ready room table, smiling at Trevor, but still experiencing the doubt that told him he was being harsh on his CTSO. They began to exit the room. "Still though, keep a few of those Obsidian Order tricks ready. Time can play us all for fools, and at times we least expect. We've seen it here..."
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"Commander... Have sickbay beam down as many medical supplies we've left to spare to both insectoid and humanoid parties, then break orbit. I'd be interested to see what's out near that asteroid field. If it turns out to be anything... bad, then we should 'high-tail' it out, as humans say." Ghes bowed his head; the peacetalks had been a complete failure. But at least the temporal incidents would now cease.
"Sickbay are already on it, sir. Walsh reports supplies are on the way. And he's on his way back to the bridge," Matthew summarised.
Ghes took the command chair. "Tiana, any relation between the anti-chronitons in the temporal explosions on the surface and the sudden appearance of machinery in the asteroid belt? The star's not looking too good..."
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 18, 2013 12:02:53 GMT
A holoboard had been rolled into the center of the lab there was a representation of the system in the center with a overlayered surround of notes, some them had been formally entered in to the computer, some had been written on the board surface in a variety of different colours and handwritings, one or two had even been layered on top of that on various sticky notes. It had been a very successful session and the science department as a whole had come up with a working theory. The anti-chronitons had been generated with the star, it did not appear to be a natural reaction but had apparently ceased (for the moment at least) of course the particles were still gradually escaping from within the star. Gravity being one of the fundamental forces and one of the few that could confine anti-chronitons. The reactions between the released anti-chronitons and the more mundane materials within the system had produced a variety of materials which were part of the so-called 'anti-time' series, and tended to have a destabilising influence on space-time. Of course these materials were so rare, only one in 10 to the power of 15 interactions between anti-chronitons and most of the particles spontaneously decayed within a fraction of a millisecond of forming, that standard scans didn't detect them. Even in the presence of anti-chronitons there had never been a a region of space under a sustained battering of anti-chronitons for long enough to generate any measurable anti-time materials. The asteroid belt apparently had a high concentrations of materials most likely to react to form anti-time materials
The anti-time materials had then been used to generate actual temporal weapons which had only exacerbated the situation and generated further anti-chronitons and making the destabilisation of the area worse.
It was a perfect storm, with everything feeding back to make this area of space-time even more unstable. There was no way it could survive this onslaught much longer
The science department had a whole series of research papers planned, but right now they had to treat the symptoms.
Now they knew what to look for a more detailed scan of the system had been carried out and one particular asteroid had been focused on it was clear that that there was something within that wasn't natural.....
Tiana had hurried to collate all the information before reporting to the Captain.
Right, all info on that asteroid now. Tiana, what can you tell me about the gas giant mechanism inside it? Where did it come from, anywhere near our galaxy? Is it possible the presence of anti-chronitons changed the timeline to such a degree that it spatially and temporally displaced the belt into this system..."
Tiana took a deep breath to arrange her thoughts before answering. "The mechanism is clearly ancient and of a technology type that hasn't been seen before. It bares superficial resemblance to the technology in the 'doomsday device' encountered by the Enterprise NCC-1701 in system L347. not so similar that I'd consider them likely to be products of the same civilisation though." Tiana paused a moment "As for outside the galaxy it it certainly possible, although I don't have enough evidence to hypothesise on an actual origin. As for the temporal damage; it seems to be shielding itself from the time-space damage. I don't believe that there was spatial dislocation, just a temporal one, this is this system's asteroid belt. But it is not nows asteroid belt."
"Tiana, any relation between the anti-chronitons in the temporal explosions on the surface and the sudden appearance of machinery in the asteroid belt? The star's not looking too good..."
"Our current working hypothesis is that the recent anti-chroniton generation has generated a range of materials within the system which are disturbing space-time. The star isn't stable, the anti-chroniton generation within it has ceased for the moment however, it has shortened the stars lifespan quite significantly. If further generation starts then I would estimate the lifespan of the star to be tens of minutes."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 19:23:51 GMT
"... It's an issue we've decided to skirt over," Walsh said sharply from behind the assistant doctor, his eyes like devils, "Saryn took what he saw as the moral course of action. The Captain took the pragmatic course of action. If you don't like what's you're being forced to do, I suggest you find a way to deal with it."
A nurse with the skill to sign caught Savin's attention and quickly gestured towars Walsh, giving him a transcript of what the man had just said. Savin signed her a gesture of gratitude back, then turned to face Walsh, just catching his glare. "I do not have to like what I have to do, in order to carry out my orders," Savin returned, his voice equally sharp. "Their medications are being transported now, and we are working on the last two batches."
He walked away though keeping Walsh within his line of sight. The man seemed irritated and since he was armed, he thought it better to keep an eye on him just in case. "You just do what you are meant to do here, but I ask that you do not fire any weapons in my sickbay. Not unless absolutely necessary. These procedures are very delicate, and we have saturated oxygen here in this room.."
The young Vulcan pointed towards the bed which held his father's prone form. The tank beside the bed held pure oxygen, which was mixed with normal air before it was vaporated towards the patient's airways. "Very explosive."
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Post by James T Matthew on Aug 19, 2013 21:30:54 GMT
MAIN Bridge
“Cmdr Matthew standing near the Tactical Console discussing the tactical overview with Lt, O'Mannin up on the main screen Cmdr Matthew made his way back his chair and started taping at his console “
“Commander Matthew Commodore we do have a six Prototype Tetryon Torpedo on board But the problem this asteroid belt is exceptionally dense with high radiation solar flares explosive gas pockets if we set off a Torpedoes in that asteroid belt ,to destroy the mechanism inside the Asteroid belt we could easily Destroy our self and this sector of space.
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 20, 2013 1:18:33 GMT
Ghes grimaced as the worst possible news was delivered by Tiana. The star's lifetime had been shortened to a few tens of minutes, at most, at the current rate of anti-chroniton generation. There was no time - or so he believed - to investigate how the star was creating anti-chronitons or causing them to interact more strongly with matter. The most pertinent thing to do now was to get the ship away from the star, out of range of whatever process was going to unfold when the stellar lifetime expired. Presumably a planetary nebula would form, leaving a white dwarf at the centre, but Commander Matthew's new warning about the possible death of the entire sector should they attempt to fire a torpedo into the asteroid field cast doubt on that assessment.
He had the ship moved at full impulse to the other side of the asteroid belt, so the bizarre belt lay between them and the star. Unfortunately, both Harlequin worlds circled the star within the belt's orbit. They were tied close to one another, orbiting together serenely while their two inhabitant species warred upon each other using the very class of particles about to tear the system apart.
With the Enzio situated behind the asteroid field Ghes was able to relax slightly. Still he was gravely concerned, as they couldn't know quite what would happen if and when the star died. "Ok, we may not be able to destroy the asteroid mechanism, but could we capture some of it? Try beaming a volume of the mechanism to the science lab or cargo bay, within a containment field. If we can identify its exact nature, we might at least be able to predict what's going to happen when it destroys the star."
Ghes knew the mechanism to be gaseous, thus a beam out should be easier. The results though were what he was interested in; the whole system could be annihilated, or transformed, or anything.
"Aye, Captain," Matthew responded, relaying the command to O'Mannin. "Lieutenant, attempt to isolate some of the gas and beam it to the science lab. Inform Commander Galwyn that she may want to set up a containment field."
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"It's going to have to be a tremendously quick study," Ghes murmured, pressing the intercom button, "Engineering. Whoever's down there, I want maximum rated warp speed available. We may well need it."
<Tag Walters>
Unbeknownst to the majority of crew aboard the Enzio, a small cadre of invaders had managed to transport themselves to the ship before it passed out of range, beyond the asteroid belt. They had beamed into the cargo bay - a crack team of commandos, the best remaining to their civilisation - immediately gunning down the three maintenance personnel present. They hastened towards the ship's sickbay, silencing the intruder alarm before it had a chance to alert the already-preoccupied bridge crew. The goal was to locate further medical supplies, promised to them by the Enzio's Captain, but never delivered, for the war - just like the system - was in its final death throes.
Lieutenant Walsh regarded Savin coldly, achieving an almost vulcan-like quality. "As if I'd fire a weapon in sickbay," he replied, "I'm asking you to focus your efforts on saving your father. How am I going to further that aim if I shoot either of you?" Walsh realised he was being harsh on the young vulcan, and was aware he'd referred to the ailing CMO's actions as 'blatant insubordination', but he was sure he'd meant it at the time.
Just as he was considering using a little more 'force' to make Savin comply, the sickbay doors slid open and an ominous silence prevailed. A junior nurse shouted a warning as he saw the edges of a black carapace beyond the door frame. Yellow plasma weapon fire darted into the room, the first bolts impacting on Walsh's shoulder. The Lieutenant went down with a cry and the insectoid commandos spread into sickbay, continuing to fire their weapons at medical personnel.
Walsh struggled to maintain consciousness. The pain was overwhelming, but he had to focus, had to think. The situation was completely ridiculous. He'd just been warned about the oxygen-rich environment; with the insectoids firing at will, the fire could be ignited any second! Blackout was approaching. Reaching to his waist, he pulled the phaser from its holster and threw it along the floor in Savin's direction...
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JP between Saryn (Savin) and Gheskori (Walsh & insectoid chieftain)
Savin felt the weapon bump against his foot and pretended to duck to pick it up and hide it in his sleeve. "Stop firing!" he shouted, hopefully sufficiently raising his voice to be heard. "Kroykah!" Of course this probably had no effect on non-Vulcans, but he held hope it still might.
Grabbing a tricorder, he ducked under the shots and knelt at his side. He was knocked aside when an insectoid strode towards the last batch of medications they'd produced and started loading it in bags. His tricorder flew from his hand as he rolled, but in a fluid motion got back to his feet, and back to Walsh's side. "Stay with me," he told the fading officer. "You will be fine but I need you to remain conscious a little longer.."
The young Vulcan did his best to tread the bleeding injury, cauterizing and bandaging it. He cast an anxious glance towards his unconscious father, relieved to find him unharmed, and the equipment he was hooked up to, still functioning.
The insectoids were scrambling around sickbay, shoving aside nurses, shooting those that stood in their way. Savin knew the nursing staff were no match for them. Their best options, were himself, and the injured security officer. In the hope of preventing more injured or dead, he got to his feet and hurled the tricorder he held at the nearest insectoid, using all the strength he could muster.
The chieftain knew his mission, and now he'd reached its focal point. Nothing could stop them now. He was surprised, almost to the point of amusement, at the defenses - or lack thereof - in the Federation ship's medical bay. The fight would be over in seconds. Something clattered into his right temple, rebounding harmlessly off his carapace. He turned to the right jerkily to see a vulcanoid; by the determination in his features the chieftain deduced that he was the thrower.
He brought his plasmic rifle to bear and let loose a volley of shots in the vulcanoid's direction, then followed the rest of his assault squad into sickbay, espying with the graphics overlaid on his sight the last stock of medical supplies.
Walsh sat up with a start, before feeling the headache lancing between his eyes. He groaned and lay down again, immediately feeling the pain in his shoulder. The blurry form of a vulcan was over him. "Savin? Where am I...? The insectoids!"
Grimacing, pressing his hand to his side, Savin knelt over the injured man. "Sickbay," he said, reading the man's words, "they have taken sickbay. They are taking the last batch, we need to stop them. I am going to help you to your feet, and give you back your weapon. You must protect my father, and Commander Walters. I will fight them." He gritted his teeth as he pulled the man to his feet, then ordered the computer to transport his sword to sickbay. The air shimmered and the blue blade sparkled into view, the Vulcan deftly snatching it from the air. "Go," he ordered, before picking up a PADD, hurling it at the insectoid as if it were a frisbee.
Walsh accepted the help in standing up, immediately slumping as the pain in his shoulder became unbearable. He nodded at Savin, his eyes conveying the thought that what he had to do was nothing really. He barely had a fraction of a second to contemplate the situation.
The chieftain stepped between two of his assault squad. The two had found the medical supplies in question. "Do it," the electronic burst squirted from his external vox unit. The two guards rammed the barrels of their rifles into the cabinet, shattering glass everywhere; myriad sparkling shards of multihued colour which now adorned sickbay's floor. Just like earlier when Dr Saryn had destroyed the first batch.
"These pathogens can't harm us." The insectoid leader stated. "Take what we need from what's intact. Kill who stands in our way but dealing death is secondary, let the fates remind us." The soldiers acknowledged and they strode with insectlike exactitude from sickbay.
Walsh dived across sickbay, stumbling to his knees, letting loose his phaser at whatever black carapaced thing moved. They turned to him, but falteringly, as they were already set on making their departure. He could espy Commander Walters' biobed over the other side of sickbay, and saw that some of the insectoids were passing his bed in order to leave. It seemed one of them was going to lash out at the recovering CEO - still sedated after the injuries he'd sustained on the planet. "Walters!" he yelled, but it came as a croak, and blood spilt down his chin. The injury was worse than he'd first surmised.
One of the insectoids was withdrawing a blade; a lethal thing with serrated edges, chainsaw-like but with no motor. He seemed ready to bisect Walters' body, from shoulder to hip. At this sight Walsh found the last of his energy reserves. He pulled himself back to his feet and hurled himself towards the biobed, disregarding all else in the murder-struck sickbay.
"No!!" Starfleet officer and black-carapaced insectoid clattered to the floor. An electronic shriek emanated from the alien, and he threw Walsh off his body with a violent buck of his torso. The alien rose slowly, menacingly, unholstering another weapon, some type of projectile gun. Its colleague had passed the biobed, departing sickbay with its colleagues, thus leaving just this insectoid, Walsh and the unconscious Walters. The gun was being aimed in the vague direction of the biobed and, seeing what was about to happen, Walsh with his very last strength threw himself in front of Commander Walters. The jagged bolt spun from the gun and nested itself firmly in his back.
Cold spread through his insides. Petrifying cold, and the vacuous stillness of death made fast arrest of his body. His trajectory through the air became an entangled mess, and he landed slumping over the end of the biobed. He groaned almost inaudibly and slipped off the bed, the piercing agony of the glass-coated sickbay floor his final memory.
Savin had engaged a smaller insectoid, one who lagged behind, his sword gleaming in sickbay's light as he fought, despite his injury. He gasped in horror as his preciously cultivated vials were smashed, then coughed as he tasted the vapours in the air. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. He stumbled as the insectoid shoved him away, and fell, the sword falling from his hand. Still coughing, he put himself on hands and knees, watching them leave. Sickbay was in chaos, and needed quarantine.
"Sickbay to bridge. Erect level six forcefield around sickbay. We must be quarantined. Send security in hazmat suits, we also need science to determine hazard to the rest of the crew. We have been exposed to our own developed virogen. It is not what infected Saryn, it is different, and may affect individuals differently."
(OOC: at best a bad case of the flu. Savin will be very sick with flu. Other nurses, who were indirectly exposed may get a cold. Saryn will recover soon)
Sickbay was empty of the living, besides two vulcans, the chief engineering officer - seeming at peace on his biobed, and four or five junior doctors and nurses.
<Tag Bridge - All> - OOC: Message from Captain, let's wrap this one up guys. We have a dying star, an insectoid assault team departing the ship, and the mystery of the asteroid that's causing the star's collapse to solve.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 30, 2013 10:38:58 GMT
Tiana cursed when the call from the bridge came down. They wanted to transport a gaseous mechanism into the lab? Or at lease part of the mechanism. It was crazy but seemingly the course had been decided upon, Tiana argued for the the gas to be transported to one the cargo bays, where it could safely be vented and dispersed if necessary. It seemed reckless to transport a chunk of a mechanism without knowing how it worked. It could self-distruct or anything....
Tiana worked furiously to set up a containment field set up to to contain whatever was in that asteroid.
She sighed and then tapped her comm badge. =/\=Bridge, this is Commander Galwyn. We are as ready as we are going to get. Ready to receive sample on your mark. =/\=
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 31, 2013 22:59:35 GMT
"Beam our sample aboard, Lieutenant," Ghes said, turning to O'Mannin briefly. He hoped that were actually possible, and if so the cargo bay would soon be receiving a shipment of part of a mechanism, gaseous in state but whose nature was otherwise unknown.
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"Tiana, the analysis needs to be very quick. The stellar lifetime might be less than ten minutes, extrapolating from the data you sent up before."
The descending calm on the bridge - although coupled as it was with a sense of resignation that both Harlequin worlds were going to die as a result of the stellar collapse - was broken moments later as an intruder alert siren went off. Before he could discern from his staff what was happening, a message crackled through from sickbay.
Sickbay to bridge. Erect level six forcefield around sickbay. We must be quarantined. Send security in hazmat suits, we also need science to determine hazard to the rest of the crew. We have been exposed to our own developed virogen. It is not what infected Saryn, it is different, and may affect individuals differently."
Ghes nodded to the appropriate officers to enact the vulcan's request. Sickbay was going back on quarantine. "What happened, Savin?"
"Sir. Detecting insectoid intruders, making for cargo bay 2..." Ops cut in, "They appear to have stolen the rest of the medical supplies."
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" Ghes's face was a contorted mask of confusion. What he truly felt though was anger, deep and undivided. The insectoids had been impossible to bargain with from the beginning, and now they'd entirely reneged on any deal by taking the fight to the Enzio. The daring of their plan however, impressed him...
None of them had any idea how it'd been done, but what was clear was that there was a rather serious issue on the cusp of developing. "Sir..." An officer swung around from his seat, and his next words confirmed what Ghes had already realised: the insectoids were going to attempt their escape in the very cargo bay that O'Mannin had just beamed the sample into. The gas would - or should - be contained in a forcefield about the cargo transport pad, thus their escape would be prevented. But if they attempted to tamper with the field, the gas may be released, and there was no knowing what would unfold if that were to take place.
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"Sir, the star..."
Ghes regarded the viewscreen. The star had expanded some minutes ago, and now it was casting off its outer layers. Sloughing its outer gases, shedding its skin, the earlier stages of the formation of a planetary nebula.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 20:12:35 GMT
"I heard phaser fire as soon as you entered the building; ship records confirmed that, Lieutenant. Your tactics..." He sighed, "I must put it to you like this..." Ghes seemed sad, which was an unusual and distressing sight as Denobulans were usually smiling, "... they were heavy-handed. I don't know how many insectoids you took down but it couldn't have been less than a couple dozen."
"Don't get me wrong." Ghes took the ready room chair, swinging back, "I appreciate the rescue effort, but I still think... Still think, I could've talked them into releasing me and resuming negotiations on a stable footing." Suddenly Ghes felt doubt, placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers. "You lost an officer, I understand. Ensign Kissenger? I'm sorry for your loss." Gheskori understood that it wasn't just himself that'd suffered from the result down there.
“I’m sorry Captain,” Trevor began considerably puzzled at the captain’s apparent unhappiness regarding his rescue, “I ordered all weapons to be set to stun and that is exactly what was carried out. That was not however the sort of exchange we received in return.” He shook his head, “communications were sketchy at best so negotiating a release under hostile situations did not seem to be an option. I am sure the outcome would have been far worse if we would have tried to negotiate under such conditions and I also understood it was not protocol to negotiate in apparent hostage situations.”
The security chief was feeling the burn now, not just from the exertion and there was some of that but there was also the burns he had suffered. He sat back a bit in the chair only to straighten up from the uncomfortable feeling of raw flesh sticking to the surface of the seat. He listened as Gheskori trying to figure out exactly where he had gone wrong in his attempts to protect his captain and still couldn’t see eye to eye with his superior’s position. Even the offer not to reprimand.
“I will sir,” the human offered with a nod, “perhaps at a more appropriate time we can discuss exactly how you would like such situations handled in the future?” Toning down his training was going to be hard. He wanted to do things right, to the best of his ability and if he did not understand what was expected he needed to know exactly what was.
Dutifully and relieved that things did not go any worse he followed Ghes out onto the bride and he smiled as he heard him say to keep some of his old tricks handy, “will do sir.
He looked at the screen Commander Matthew’s had displayed and tilted his head. It was a dilemma, now to get a better look or even destroy the device in its current location was a dangerous and tricky to say the least.
“We could tractor it but it would be dangerous,” O’Mannin offered, “with the other objects in the general vicinity and with the presence of gas pockets I am not sure the interaction the energy field would have with it.”
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Ghes grimaced as the worst possible news was delivered by Tiana. The star's lifetime had been shortened to a few tens of minutes, at most, at the current rate of anti-chroniton generation. There was no time - or so he believed - to investigate how the star was creating anti-chronitons or causing them to interact more strongly with matter. The most pertinent thing to do now was to get the ship away from the star, out of range of whatever process was going to unfold when the stellar lifetime expired. Presumably a planetary nebula would form, leaving a white dwarf at the centre, but Commander Matthew's new warning about the possible death of the entire sector should they attempt to fire a torpedo into the asteroid field cast doubt on that assessment.
He had the ship moved at full impulse to the other side of the asteroid belt, so the bizarre belt lay between them and the star. Unfortunately, both Harlequin worlds circled the star within the belt's orbit. They were tied close to one another, orbiting together serenely while their two inhabitant species warred upon each other using the very class of particles about to tear the system apart.
With the Enzio situated behind the asteroid field Ghes was able to relax slightly. Still he was gravely concerned, as they couldn't know quite what would happen if and when the star died. "Ok, we may not be able to destroy the asteroid mechanism, but could we capture some of it? Try beaming a volume of the mechanism to the science lab or cargo bay, within a containment field. If we can identify its exact nature, we might at least be able to predict what's going to happen when it destroys the star."
Ghes knew the mechanism to be gaseous, thus a beam out should be easier. The results though were what he was interested in; the whole system could be annihilated, or transformed, or anything.
"Aye, Captain," Matthew responded, relaying the command to O'Mannin. "Lieutenant, attempt to isolate some of the gas and beam it to the science lab. Inform Commander Galwyn that she may want to set up a containment field."
The security officer nodded at the mention of beaming a portion of the questionable object aboard and was pleased that a containment field would be used.
“May I suggest,” he began hoping to be of some assistance as they moved to make their way to the cargo bay, “that while it is in the buffer we identify any know threats that might be associated with it. I would feel more comfortable knowing a bit more about our new arrival before it takes up permanent residence.”
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 5, 2013 13:26:49 GMT
“I will sir,” the human offered with a nod, “perhaps at a more appropriate time we can discuss exactly how you would like such situations handled in the future?” Toning down his training was going to be hard. He wanted to do things right, to the best of his ability and if he did not understand what was expected he needed to know exactly what was.
"Continue to do what you think is right, Lieutenant." Gheskori said, rounding the ready room table. "What you did was correct: as well as Federation procedures, we have a moral responsibility which should be held above all other concerns. I'd advise just to remember to judge for yourself which set of morals are speaking to you, the human ones are those ingrained by the Cardassians. If you think any future actions may go far beyond the regulations then I'd command you to hold to procedure. "Still though, keep a few of those Obsidian Order tricks ready. Time can play us all for fools, and at times we least expect."
Dutifully and relieved that things did not go any worse he followed Ghes out onto the bride and he smiled as he heard him say to keep some of his old tricks handy, “will do sir."
Ghes observed the unfolding process of the star's death with spellbound fascination. Although he knew it would spell death for the two handholding, fragile worlds of the Harlequin species', it was a rare opportunity indeed to witness firsthand the bitter end of a stellar lifetime. The event seemed to occur in slow motion, great clouds of planetary nebula matter spreading into the surrounding still superhot vacuum. Soon the two warring worlds would be enveloped by the swollen, now flowering mass of the star's inner constituents.
He acknowledged O'Mannin's warnings about the gas mechanism's possible interaction with the containment field, but he'd made up his mind, and as the CO saw it, they had no other option. His thoughts returned to sickbay and further the impending arrival of the insectoid assault team at the cargo bay. All security units - those few who could intercept - had been apprehended by the crack squad, and now they had an unhindered path to the bay. They'd be in for an unpleasant surprise when they reached there.
"Commander Matthew, Lieutenant O'Mannin, with me. O'Mannin, pick three of your best officers. Matthew, warn Tiana we're on our way to the cargo bay. She may want to analyse the gas remotely from the science lab, or be present herself. Leave it in her hands."
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“May I suggest,” he began hoping to be of some assistance as they moved to make their way to the cargo bay, “that while it is in the buffer we identify any know threats that might be associated with it. I would feel more comfortable knowing a bit more about our new arrival before it takes up permanent residence.”
Ghes nodded, "We'll leave it to the last possible moment to beam it aboard. But as you can see time is getting rather short." They departed the bridge, the view of the screen over the XO's shoulder showing the rapidly expanding nebula and the increasingly visible white dot - burning brighter than anything in several parsecs - giving Ghes a stark reminder of how little time they had.
The three officers descended in the turbolift in silence - joined by four of O'Mannin's officers a couple decks down - before being deposited on a floor overlooking the cargo bay. The containment field - its glittering barely visible column - was directly below them, with the door the insectoids were due to appear through on the opposite side of the bay, in direct sight of O'Mannin and his security. "You know what to do, Lieutenant," Ghes said, gripping the hand rail looking down into the bay.
Contrary to this, they had no idea exactly how the gas would behave once it was beamed into the containment field, or if the field would hold it at all. This was the insectoids' escape point; it may well be the place of their death, and perhaps three of the Enzio's senior staff too...
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James T Matthew
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Post by James T Matthew on Sept 9, 2013 0:07:06 GMT
Scene: Outside Cargo bay 1
"Cmdr. Matthew Make a hole!" The first officer bellowed as the turbo lift doors slid open and he jogged along the deck way with O’Mannin Commodore Ghes. By the time they arrived at the large door leading to Cargo Bay 1 a security team had joined them. They all burst in ready for action. Cmdr. Matthew ran over to the Control Console to check on the containment field. [Sensor readings]
“Cmdr. Matthew. "Initial scans reveal the same type of readings as those we encountered on the planet. We've also had to increase the volume of the Containment field three times to accommodate the part of a mechanism.
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 12, 2013 21:30:11 GMT
Gheskori nodded, "Let's hope it's enough. Beam it in, Lieutenant." Ghes stepped back from the rail as the transporter effect started within the containment field. O'Mannin was at the console while the security team were stood up against the rail, aiming rifles at the cargo bay entrance. The Captain didn't particularly want them firing weapons while the gas mechanism was aboard but there seemed little other option.
As soon as the aliens entered it was clear that they had aggressive intentions towards the containment field. The cargo transporter pad was of course there only means of escape. Now they were here, they had no other choice but to shoot their way out.
"Hold fire," Ghes called in warning. Hopefully it would be picked up by the universal translator. "The containment field holds a gas of unknown properties, possibly volatile." The transportation was complete, the air within the field apparently unchanged. The gas was completely invisible.
Falteringly he tried to warn the insectoids again but they would not be deterred. The dozen or so aliens let loose a volley of plasma fire at the field. Ghes gripped the rail, closing his eyes as if expecting this to be his last moment, but the moment endured.
The field flickered. For an instant it seemed on the verge of destabilisation. "Take them down!" he heard O'Mannin's cry. The security guards fired on the insectoids, marking the first time people from Starfleet had taken up arms against the species. The guards' superior tactical position meant they should make short work of the invaders.
=/\= Captain, Commander, Lieutenant, this is the bridge. We've informed Commander Galwyn Cet she should conclude her scans of the gas as soon as possible. The stellar matter has expanded to our orbit, sirs, we can't stay any longer." =/\=
=/\= Copy that, bridge. Take us out of the system. As soon as its safe to go superluminal go to warp 7. =/\= But not before we beam the gas out, Ghes thought. He surveyed the fight. The insectoids had turned their guns on O'Mannin's guards but they were faring no better. They'd lost two thirds of their number and had inflicted no losses in return.
Satisfied, Gheskori turned to O'Mannin, "Get that gas the hell out of -"
An explosion of gold rained fragments down upon them. Ghes's face was saturated by light, the brighter surfaces eventually swallowed and his world rendered invisible. Time seemed to drag slower, drawing forward in great clicks of toiling, slipping entropy, like a great ship coming to shore beneath stormy skies. A sound like a heartbeat was pulsing all around him. His last thought, which he tried desperately to hold on to for fear of losing all grasp of reality, was that the insectoids must have destroyed the containment field. The gas had escaped - all manner of chaos and insanity had issued forth. There was no going back for the insectoids, no return to their ancient homeworld, and no way back for the USS Enzio and her crew...
The Enzio awoke in the depths of interstellar space, its automated systems and computer personae taking stock of its condition. All systems were operational, but it strongly believed there was a definite reason why they should not be. It delved deep in its memory, the three primary computer cores, and came up with nothing. No reason why it was perfectly alright after all.
Ghes was awakened on the bridge to find the bridge officers in the same state as him. He remembered the Harlequin system as if it was some far gone experience, a faint memory he'd long since consigned to history. There were however no memories in the intervening gap. If he tried to recall where he'd been all these years, he came up short.
"Orientate us with the surrounding stars. Get a positional fix. Scan for the Harlequin system."
Ghes absorbed the news about the system as if he was being reminded of the death of an old friend. The investigations would begin, but right now it felt like a mere annoyance, a distant thing long since abandoned or tentatively declared complete. He nodded, "Return us to Starbase 47. We've got quite a story for Admiral Burke."
<Tag All> - This thread has been left open so you can finish up your perspectives on the story. Sorry for the slightly quick fix but I thought it best to finish as soon as possible here. We have now returned to Starbase 47 in preparation for our next outing.
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Tiana Galwyn Cet
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Sept 13, 2013 20:59:14 GMT
Everything had gone, as the humans were fond of saying, to hell. The Trill had a similar expression but somehow it didn't quite have the same impact. The force field had collapsed, that she remembered and then... Well, then everything went blank. She was laying on the deck feeling cold and with a stiffness that said she had been there for a while.
Her initial thought was that the blowback from the forcefield collapse and any follow up reaction had knocked her out. But really that made no sense. That had happened ages ago, hadn't it....
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