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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2010 2:22:21 GMT
When Monica bolted from the bridge without a word, Megan assumed that they’d successfully transported Lieutenant Commander Tavik from the surface. Honestly, the First Officer did not understand why people insisted on getting so emotionally involved with colleagues. Time and time again, it proved difficult if not impossible, and created so much trouble, more trouble than it was worth as far as she thought. But people made their own choices, and their lives were their own. It was their right to get involved, just like it was her right not to, and no matter how frustrating, and quite frankly stupid, she might find it, there wasn’t much she could do about it, as long as it didn’t directly and/or drastically interfere with the officers doing their jobs.
Her computer console confirmed that they had indeed retrieved Valad, and that he was alive and conscious, and that was all she really needed to know for now. The bridge officers continued to scan for any sign of their missing crewmembers, which was all they could do until she could speak to Tavik. In spite of her aversion to the formation of deeper relationships, Megan did try to be sympathetic of a sort, and so she decided to give the two Operations Officers a few minutes before going after his report. And it was in those minutes that Jayden Mitchell arrived on the bridge.
"Ma'am, holodeck two has shorted out, could you have an engineer take a look?"
“Our new Chief Engineer just arrived a little while ago,” Megan replied, knowing all too well he hadn’t come all the way to the bridge just to inquire about the holodeck. “She is probably just trying to settle in, but you could always ask,” she suggested.
Much to her surprise, the Marine sank down in the chair adjacent to hers, what was usually her customary seat. "Any word from the team? Do you think they're all right down there?" Jayden asked, clearly concerned and confirming her early suspicions.
This was the part of the job she hated...at least one of the parts. “Actually, we lost contact with the team almost immediately when the beamed down to the surface. We just managed to transport Commander Tavik back to the Jefferson, but as of right now, we don’t know what happened or where the rest of the team is. As soon as I can speak with him and get his report, I’ll have a better idea of what happened and what to do next.” Pausing, Megan added, “As soon as I know anything for sure, I will let you know, but until then, your guess is as a good as mine unfortunately.”
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As if on cue, the doors at the back of the bridge opened and Lieutenant Quindara retook her station, or more accurately, stormed onto the bridge back to Ops, and right behind her was Commander Tavik, who looked just as angry as she did, plus extremely dusty and dirty. Megan didn’t know what exactly had happened between them, but it only reaffirmed her opinion that relationships and Starfleet were often a bad mix. "Commander Garrett, Commander Tavik is fine as you can see. What are your orders?" the Operations Officer requested, clearly attempting to stay calm.
“Keep scanning for the missing three commbadges. Start from where we detected the others and radiate out from there. Also, see if you can find somebody, anybody down there to contact. Someone is clearly behind this and in charge. I want to find out whom and deal directly with them,” Megan ordered, in answer to the question.
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With a quick glance at Jayden, she wondered whether Valad had answers for them, at least answers they would want to hear, and then turned to the Operations Chief. “Commander Tavik, you’re with me,” Commander Garrett ordered, moving for the ready room, as clearly she couldn’t get his report on the bridge with the Corporal standing right there, and it also appeared best to separate him from his…friend...
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Once the doors had closed behind them, Megan turned, remaining standing, and steadied herself for the news. “Report, what happened down there? The channel was unstable and static filled, so we couldn’t really hear what you were trying to say.”
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Post by katrinarichland on May 26, 2010 4:38:09 GMT
((Sorry it's late i'll try to get caught up in my next post))
(On the shuttle) Katrina was nervous, this was her first assignment since the academy and she only hoped she was as ready as everyone else thought her to be. She fidget with the bracelet she was wearing, she would take it off before meeting the captain as she knew it wasn’t proper protocol when in uniform, but she had received it from a dear friend when she left the academy and didn’t want to part with it just yet. “How much longer until we arrive?” She questioned the pilot as she sit there in thought. “We should be arriving within a few minutes Ma’am* came the pilot’s reply. She frowned slightly at the word Ma’am it made her feel so old yet she was so young but she knew it was how Starfleet officers were addressed when they outranked someone so she shrugged it off. “In fact the ship is coming into view now Ma’am, and am sending the authorization codes and request now.” continued on the Pilot. Katrina smiled to herself and checked her uniform once more before responding to the pilot. “Very good” she responded as she listened as they were given authorization to dock in the Jefferson shuttle bay. As the pilot maneuvered the shuttle into position she stood and waited for the doors to open before disembarking from the shuttle down the ramp she looked around, everyone seemed rather busy and she was surprised not to see anyone there to greet her, she only spotted a fellow Ensign.
(Onboard the Jefferson) “Ma’am, we’ve got a shuttle approaching sending a docking request. They’ve just dropped out of warp and should rendezvous in approximately twelve minutes,” the young pilot at the helm reported. “Their authorization codes appear to check out.”
‘Ah, our new Chief Engineer,’ Megan mused, feeling a slight twang. Commander T’Ress and she had joined the Jefferson at roughly the same time. It was always sad to see fellow officers leaving and moving on, but it was part of the Starfleet life. “Grant them clearance, Ensign,” she ordered, briefly torn. She usually made it a point to greet new officers who came in via shuttle or transporter as opposed to while the Jefferson was docked at a starbase, but since Captain Reynolds was on the surface and she was in command, that wasn’t exactly an option. Fortunately, she had an idea. “Commander Garrett to Ensign Garrett,” she began over the comm.
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Marina didn’t really get why her sister had asked her to greet a new engineer? It just didn’t make much sense to her, as an Ensign, junior security and brig officer, not to mention still a relatively newer member of the crew. Everyone knew that the Captain was on the planet below and that the second officer and the former Chief Engineer had just accepted another assignment, so there was a bit of a vacuum as far as the welcome wagon was concerned, but seriously...was she the best they had? That was a scary thought. In truth, Ensign Garrett didn’t mind and was a tiny bit proud of the assignment, or at least she would be had she not been in the lounge before her shift, eyeing a particularly hot crewmember whom she couldn’t remember seeing before. She could only hope that he had happened to overhear the assignment, as well as her name, and be intrigued enough to locate her later.
As the doors to the shuttle bay parted, Marina glanced around hoping to locate the engineer quickly. There was still a little over half an hour left before her shift, and if she could just get back to the lounge, maybe... “Hey, are you Ensign...uh, Richland?” she asked the first woman she spotted in a gold uniform. “Or know where she is?”
she smiled at the girl who finally addressed her. “Yes, I am her, and you are?
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“I see, well if you don’t mind I would like to visit my quarters before reporting in to the bridge, I have some things I need to get put away” she said as she found herself fidgeting with the bracelet again, it was a habit she had formed when she first starting wearing it.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2010 3:39:22 GMT
“Yes, I am her, and you are?” the young engineer replied, once again given Marina hope that perhaps this wouldn’t last too long and give her enough time to return to the lounge before her shift, and if that cute crewman was there, it would be perfect.
“Marina Garrett...uh, Ensign Garrett,” she introduced herself. “I’m a security officer and temporary welcome wagon,” she added grinning. “The Captain is currently off ship on an away team, and the First Officer, my sister, is on the bridge, so she asked me to fill in for her,” Marina explained. “You should probably report into her soon.”
“I see, well if you don’t mind I would like to visit my quarters before reporting in to the bridge. I have some things I need to get put away,” Ensign Richland replied. She seemed nervous, fidgeting with her bracelet regularly. Reminded Marina in a way of how she felt first starting work on the Jefferson, although she had to admit that having Megan around and first coming aboard as a visitor had made things easier.
“Oh sure, no problem. I’m sure that Megan assigned you quarters already in spite of not being able to come greet you personally. Computer, what is the location of Ensign Richland’s quarters?” Marina requested, relieved when the computer replied promptly. “See, what’d I tell ya? My sister is nothing if not predictable,” she added with a grin. “I’ll make sure you get there ok. I know where that is. You can ask the computer for directions to Engineering and the bridge later. You can’t really miss them. Hey, do you need help carrying anything?” she asked of her fellow Ensign.<Tag Richland> “Alright,” Marina replied amiably as the duo headed for the exit. “It’s not that far, so you should be ‘home’ in no time at all. This is a pretty great ship. There are lots of people to meet, and most of them are pretty nice, at least the ones I’ve met so far. I haven’t been here too long, but I like it here. I’m sure you’ll fit right in. If you have any questions or need any help getting settled in, don’t hesitate to ask. As long as I’m not on duty, I’ll be happy to help! We Ensigns got to stick together you know,” she chatted happily as they arrived at the turbolift and requested the appropriate deck.
“You’ll have to let me know when you’re off shift, so we can hang out at the lounge, as long as our schedules cooperate of course. If you’re anything like me, nothing beats a cool drink, a few snacks, and a room full of people, oh, and guy watching of course,” Marina added with a grin. “Oh...am I talking too much? I tend to have a problem with that... If you want me to shut up, just say so. I’ll probably take offense, even though it was my suggestion, but at least I’ll shut up!” she added with a grin.<Tag Richland – if you can get a word in >
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on May 29, 2010 7:06:56 GMT
"I want to speak with the Federation vessel in orbit," Jeerten said feeling confident in his situation. He wasn't sure what he was going to do exactly, but he needed to do something that would get their attention.
"General, I would recommend against that," an anxious communications officer said," they might be able to locate our position if we transmit."
"That is why we are going to have our guest moved," Jeerten replied," I have sent two guards to escort them to a secret holding place that only I know about."
"Jeerten why didn't you tell us of our plan?" a surprised military officer asked. It was becoming evident that Jeerten was not going to keep his promises to the other families. His gang would rule alone.
"Because it was no concern of yours! I lead this planet now and I have no reason to give you any answers," Jeerten said as he motioned for two men to come forward.
"It is time that you dispose of this feeble man," the leader of the two said," if you want the Empire's support you must show us that you are willing to do anything."
"Yes of course," Jeerten said as he took his weapon and discharged it into the closest friend he had," now get me the Jefferson."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 5:08:54 GMT
Ezdreiana knew that they would need to make thier move as soon as possible and the moment Ezdreiana heard the footsteps of the guards approaching, she knew that it was time to make thier move.
"Doctor, please keep the captain safe," Ezdreiana said as she motioned for the doctor to move the injured man closer to the wall," Percy I need you to be ready for anything. Just follow my instructions and everything should be fine."
(Nathan)
"Yes ma'am," Percy said clearly scared out of his mind.
"Doctor once the guards arrive, could you please make a scene?" Ezdreiana asked," I know your voice has not returned yet, but if you can lure them inside, it should help us."
(Nathan)
"Clear the door!" a guard said as they reached the entrance of their cell," Do not move or we will shoot."
"Alright, just remember that we have a severely injured man here," Ezdreiana said," it will be difficult to do anything quickly. So give us some time."
Ezdreiana looked at the three men in the cell with her. The next few moments would decide if they lived or died. Ezdreiana motioned to the doctor and now it was up to his acting skills to give them the advantage.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 8, 2010 19:19:14 GMT
Matthew Reynolds knew that he was perilously close to the white light at the end of the tunnel. If his memory was serving him it was the sixth time that he had seen the white light during his Starfleet career. Even though he was severely weakened Matt had come to the decision that this backwater planet would not be his end.
As he regained some form of consciousness, Matt became acutely aware that Nathan was caring for him just like a parent does for a sick child. Matt was immensely grateful to the doctor for his care but he came to the realization that his body was in extreme pain. Fighting this pain, Matt forced his eyes to open and after a few seconds of adjusting he was able to see the damp cell that they were being held in. He was relieved to see Colonel Traks alive, but when he didn't see Valad he assumed that the young commander had indeed lost his life. Not allowing the death of his operation officer and marines to further hinder him, Matt put these thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on getting better.
~Mind over body, Matt~ Matt thought to himself as he quietly looked on. He was anxious to let the others know that he had now regained consciousness, but that would come in time.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 19:59:45 GMT
This was the opportunity that Talok had been waiting for. The mighty USS Jefferson had brought down a great man in his father at Stubb's World and it was up to him to reclaim his father's lost glory. The greed of Jeerten had been the perfect tool and now his plans were finally in place.
"Commander, the Jefferson has detected our shuttles, We will no be able to dock with the Devoras undetected," Uhlan Terol reported.
"That is why Jeerten and his men are on the other shuttle, Talok replied. His plans were all falling into place but he couldn't help but acknowledge that this had all been possible because of a high ranking Starfleet officer.
~I'll hae to thank the Admiral later~ Talok thought as he relayed his orders to his men.
"The Jefferson will not leave this system."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 8, 2010 20:38:37 GMT
Lieutenant Monica Quindara USS Jefferson
"Commander, I think its time for more radical action," Monica said as she authenticated Jeerten's message," he has given us a timetable and if we don't strik now we might loose our only chance to save the captain and the remaining of the away team."
(Megan)
Before the Commander was able to reply, Monica's station alerted her of a shuttle leaving the planet's surface.
"Commander there is a shuttle leaving the capital," Monica said," our sensors are having a difficult time penatrating thier shields."
(Megan)
"Correction Commander, there are two shuttles leaving the capital," Monica reported," there trajectory and speed would infer that they are in no rush to leave the system. What are your orders?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 20:56:55 GMT
JP with Ambassador Ezdreiana
His voice hadn't returned yet. No, and that was something that dearly concerned the poor doctor. His throat felt as if it were on fire, still, and he had no medications with him to alleviate that burning. Aside from the two vials and the one hypospray he kept hidden and his tricorder, the remainder of his tools had been taken from him. He nodded in acknowledgement of the order to cause a scene. He didn't need much to do it, as he could feel the annoying tension in his chest, the pain in his left arm. No, he definitely didn't need much. He felt the captain stir in his arms, and gently set him down on the ground. After that, he locked gaze with Ezdreiana, modulating his breath into short gasps as he staggered away, only to collapse a few feet further.
Ezdreiana breathed a small sigh of relief as he saw the doctor perform admirably. His collapse confused the guards who quickly without thinking went to check up on Nathan. ~Rookie mistake~ Ezdreiana thought as she quickly moved behind the second guard and with one quick motion snapped his neck. “Percy now!” Ezdreiana screamed as she stripped the limp body of the guard of all weapons.
Percy, who was clearly a diplomat struggled with the remaining guard.
Nathan slapped the vial containing his heart medication and adjusted the dose. Reacting quickly, he overdosed the remaining guard, then struggled back to his feet. He had acted without thinking, and now stared down at the dead guard. He shook his head, shaking Percy off, then returned to Matt. He held out his hand, indicating the captain should take it, gesturing towards the door. To indicate he couldn't speak, he tapped his throat while he shook his head.
“Good job doctor,” Ezdreiana said as she handed the Colonel and the doctor the dead man’s weapons,” we will need to find a communication station and let your ship know that we are okay. Good to see you back with us Captain. We’ll have time to talk after we leave this Godforsaken planet.”
The group of five took another minute to get themselves prepared and once Ezdreiana determined that it was safe to try to leave the cell, they made their way out. She knew very well that the building was crawling with Jeerten’s men, but no one said this was going to be easy.
Nathan spotted a small corridor that seemed to be deserted. From the collected dust and absence of collected footprints, he could tell it hadn't been used in a very long time. At least not by that many people, leading him to believe that somehow, not everyone managed to spot the passageway. He pulled the Trill's sleeve and pointed at it, all the while holding Matt close to him. He was cold, and like it or not, the captain's body provided a little warmth.
“It seems you have been in these types of situations before,” Ezdreiana said to the doctor as she motioned for Percy to walk ahead of the group. The corridor had indeed been left unattended for a very long time, but she knew that their escape would be discovered shortly.
“Ambassador I think I found an exit!” Percy yelled from the end of the corridor. Ezdreiana couldn’t help but smile at their current luck, but everything went terribly wrong. Percy all of sudden dropped to his knees and even before he knew it, Ezdreiana knew that he had been mortally wounded.
“Take cover,” Ezdreiana said tears already rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure, but the weapon fire closely resembled Romulan disruptor fire. She motioned for the Colonel to cover her six and before the men at the end of the corridor could do anything, Ezdreiana had opened fire. “Doctor hurry we need to get out of here now!” Nathan nodded he understood, hauled Matt over his shoulders and started to run. The captain was heavier than he'd anticipated and he nearly tripped a couple of times. Now would be a very good time for the ship to find them, and transport them out. There was another side corridor, smaller than the one they'd entered. He lowered Matt to the ground and picked up a small pebble, tossing it towards Ezdreiana to catch her attention, then ran into the alley. It seemed deserted, even though the floor tiles were swept utterly clean. And...there was a door.
The situation had quickly turned bad to worse, but at least for the last few minutes they had not come across any more guards. As the group had passed Percy, Ezdreiana made sure to look upon his murderers and to her shock she discovered that they were Romulan. It seemed that the Romulans were the power behind Jeerten’s coup, but she didn’t understand why.
As she examined the door, she knew that it was highly likely that behind the door were Romulan soldiers.
“Doctor, Colonel and Captain, we are likely to meet with heavy resistance and I’m sorry to say I’m going to need all of you to take a weapon,” Ezdreiana said as she handed the wounded captain a phase pistol.
Nathan shook his head, making no move at first to take the weapon, then reconsidered. This was what he'd been training for, now he could prove his worth. Shifting the captain to his other side, he took the weapon with his left. He tilted his head in question, waiting for orders as he toggled the phaser's setting to 'kill'. He angled the display for Reynolds to see, awaiting approval.
Ezdreiana didn’t wait to see what the captain said to the doctor, but she had a feeling that Nathan valued the younger man’s opinion. Ezdreiana took a deep breath and opened the door and ran inside firing her weapon. It took a few seconds for her to realize that the room had been left completely empty. It seemed that whoever had been in the room had left in a hurry.
“Colonel make sure that no one enters this room,” Ezdreiana said as she surveyed the room and to her amazement saw a working console.
Nathan stood his ground near the door as well, ready to shoot anyone who entered, that did not belong to their party. Adrenalin surged through his veins, he felt his heart hammer in his chest. It concerned him, his particular feeling, especially with the anxiety it caused. And he had no mode meds to use; he'd used it all on the now dead guard. If anything happened, he was toast. He took a deep breath, pressing the trigger as he saw something move just outside the doorway.
If they were going to leave, it'd have to be soon. Matt needed medical attention. Fast. ~stay with me~ the doctor thought knowing full well that Matt wasn't telepathically inclined. He held the younger man up with all his might, holding him steady. He shivered when a cool breeze touched his dusted and sweaty skin. Air...draft. He let go of Matt and pivoted on his heels, firing blindly, just as something caught him in the shoulder, making him stumble back. He fired again, a look of triumph on his face as he saw someone fall.
“Damn!” Ezdreiana screamed as she heard the phaser fire erupt near the doctor. The console had not been damaged but it had been years since she had actively studied the Romulan language. After a few more minutes of nothing, the console reacted to her inputs.
“USS Jefferson, this is Ambassador Ezdreiana. We need to be evacuated from this location immediately,” Ezdreiana said,” I repeat, this is Federation Ambassador Ezdreiana and we are being pinned down by the enemy. We need to be evacuated immediately.”
Ezdreiana knew that the message had been received and went to the doctor’s side. “Are you okay doctor?” Before the doctor was able to reply, both of them fired their weapons again at the enemy.
Nathan never had a chance to reply, and he wasn't sure what she was referring to. He knew something had struck him, but he'd not had time to complete an inventory. He didn't feel anything, but that coud be put to the adrenalin rush. To give her an answer, he simply nodded. He pointed at the console, indicating for her to see to getting a transport while he continued to fire his phaser. ~Megan'd be proud~ he thought grimly, trying hard not to trip over his commanding officer in the process.
The doctor was not trained in combat, but he was proving to be a capable aim. Both of them were able to kill or injure the first wave. Ezdreiana had noticed that the doctor had been slightly injured but the doctor seemed not to notice or care at the moment.
“Ambassador, are you ready to leave?” a man yelled as they appeared around the corner of the corridor. Ezdreiana normally didn’t like marines on Federation ships, but she was overjoyed at their arrival.“ It will take us a few minutes to set up the transporter buffers, but we’ll be out of here shortly. Yes Corporal we are ready to leave, we also have wounded the captain is in serious condition,” Ezdreiana said as she waved over the marine who had spoken.
Nathan nodded, attention once more on the captain. He stroked the younger man's hair in an attempt to convey concern and hope. He was panting for breath, his sleeveless top drenched with sweat, a thin film of it on his bare arms. His left shoulder sported a scorchmark, but Nathan hadn't noticed so far. They were going home! Hope flared in his eyes as he regarded the corporal, motioning for everyone to hurry up already.
Within the allocated minutes, the small group found themselves transported back to the Jefferson. Nathan sighed in relief, then signaled to the transporter chief to transport him and the captain straight to sickbay.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2010 19:56:08 GMT
OOC: First Part a JP with Lieutenant Commander Valad Tavik
OLD: Once the doors had closed behind them, Megan turned, remaining standing, and steadied herself for the news. “Report, what happened down there? The channel was unstable and static filled, so we couldn’t really hear what you were trying to say.”
NEW: Valad just shook his head at first. He wasn't ready to respond, not in his current state. He wanted to blow the entire planet to pieces. But what Monica said still stunned him. She had such an admiration and loyalty to Captain Reynolds that he obviously did not have. He drew in a deep breath. "As soon as we beamed down, we were instantly surrounded. They pretty much knew we were coming and knew exactly where to trap us."[/color]
Nodding, that didn’t surprise her. He was obviously pretty worked up, but at least he seemed to be attempting to calm down, which was a good thing. “We lost you on sensors almost immediately, so I believe you are right. What happened next?”
"I really don't know who fired first, but Captain Reynolds was easily the first of the away team." Valad tried to hide the anger he held. "You know I don't back down from a fight, but there was no way we were going to win that match. We tried to talk him down, but the Captain refused to surrender."[/color]
Commander Garrett simply nodded for him to continue and kept her thoughts to herself. In her opinion, the Captain shouldn’t have even been on the away team in the first place, so that was poor judgment to begin with, so the fact that it sounded like more bad decisions followed made it worse. But that wasn’t what they needed to focus on right now. This was neither the time nor the place for that conversation...
Valad paused and then sighed. "It was then that he ordered us to shoot at the ceiling and bring the building down on all of us. Had it have just been the Captain and me, I would have willingly obliged, but Dr. van Breughel as well as the Marines were there and I wasn't going to allow him to throw away their lives to fulfill some fantasy that he thought would...." he trailed off.[/color]
Gritting her teeth to keep her own anger in check, Megan now understood at least part of why the Operations Officer was so visibly angry, but she had to stay focused. She still didn’t know what had happened to the rest of the team, and that was the most important thing right now. Still, she couldn’t manage to say anything without revealing her own emotions, so she simply nodded once again for him to continue.
"Whether it was from our fire or the explosions that had again began to blow all around us, the ceiling came down. I blacked out, I don't know for how long. The next thing I remember is two of their troops coming to look for me. I took them out, only just barely. I looked around for any of our away team and found three Marines, all dead beneath the rubble. Then I tried to find a way out and the rest is history."[/color]
After taking a slow, deep breath, Megan’s head spun with all the information and what it meant. If she hadn’t fired, Captain Reynolds still might have brought down the building, so it was hard to determine whether she had killed the three Marines with her order, Matt had, or a combination of both... Also, that meant the Captain, Nathan, and another Marine, perhaps Traks, were now missing, but that was better than confirmed dead. “Any indication of where the remaining three officers went?”
He shook his head. "No idea. I looked around, but all I found were the three Marines. None of them were Colonel Traks, so I can only hope he’s with the others."[/color]
Three dead Marines, three missing Senior Officers, and one recovered: not exactly a stellar performance by any means. This was a disaster, and if Valad’s report was any indication, it was pretty clear that something seemed very wrong with Captain Reynolds, and Megan, and obviously Commander Tavik, were absolutely furious.
Before Commander Garrett managed to ask anything else, Monica signaled that they were receiving a transmission, and they had to return to the bridge. The message from the surface was brief and to-the-point, leaving little room for misinterpretation. "Commander, I think its time for more radical action. He has given us a timetable, and if we don't strike now we might loose our only chance to save the Captain and the remaining of the away team," Lieutenant Quindara stated, and whether or not Megan agreed, there was no chance to reply, as the Operations station began to signal wildly, demanding its operator’s attention. “Commander, there is a shuttle leaving the capital. Our sensors are having a difficult time penetrating their shields. Correction, Commander, there are two shuttles leaving the capital. Their trajectory and speed infer that they’re in no rush to leave the system. What are your orders?"
This situation was quickly growing more and more complicated, and with two nearly identical shuttles rising from the surface, it was practically impossible to determine which should be the priority, but fortunately, the decision was made much easier when a third, obvious priority presented itself. =/\=U.S.S. Jefferson, this is Ambassador Ezdreiana. We need to be evacuated from this location immediately. I repeat, this is Federation Ambassador Ezdreiana, and we are being pinned down by the enemy. We need to be evacuated immediately,=/\= the static-filled yet clearly intelligible voice requested, and quite obviously, their rescue now became the most important goal.
“Keep an eye on the shuttles, but the away team and Ambassador are now our top priority. I want that signal traced, and our people located, so we can get them back,” Megan ordered as Valad took Ops and Monica moved to another, auxiliary station.
Unfortunately, although sensors quickly located the away team members, including several other, non-native lifesigns, most likely belonging to the Ambassador and perhaps her staff, the area was not clear enough to get a clear transporter lock, It was, however, clear enough to transport a team down with transport enhancers, so that was their only option. Commander Garrett felt a little bit wary sending down a team of Marines when they had just lost several of their comrades, but they were the right choice for the job and wouldn’t have been happy had they not been sent to retrieve both their own Commanding Officer as well as the Jefferson’s Captain.
Several agonizing minutes passed as the team quickly assembled and deployed, and the bridge waited with baited breath as they watched the shuttles continue to ascend from the planet’s surface. Megan could only hope that the time it would take for them to most likely meet up with some cloaked vessel in the area would grant enough time to conduct the rescue and keep the unseen enemy sufficiently distracted.
After a few more, equally agonizing minutes, they received word from the surface, had a lock, and were able to beam the entire group safely to the transporter room.
Immensely relieved, Commander Garrett realized they still weren’t out of the woods yet, so she quickly shifted her attention to the unidentified ship in the area, which had encompassed the two shuttles shortly before they successfully retrieved the team. Megan would take that trade any day. The bridge was soon notified that the Captain and Nathan had been beamed straight to sickbay, and the Ambassador was on her way up, hopefully with more information than they currently had. “Keep trying to get a fix on their position and any sensor data through their shields,” she ordered, feeling like they were being watched…stalked by some kind of predator.
The Ambassador arrived fairly quickly and as soon as she swept onto the bridge, the First Officer rose to greet her. “Ambassador, I’m glad to see you’re alright. I’d ask you what happened, but we have more pressing concerns. There is a cloaked vessel in orbit, which just received two shuttles from the surface, but the sensors couldn’t penetrate either the shields or the cloak. Do you know what is going on?”
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Post by Valad Tavik on Jun 22, 2010 8:16:44 GMT
Without any reason to do anything else, Valad simply took his station. He was slightly calmed down from all the past commotion. With all that had just happened, Valad was rather fatigued, more so psychologically than physically, but it was fatigue nonetheless. As he waited for the next minutes to pass, he momentarily thought about his future. He could not serve on this ship not knowing if he could trust even his own commanding officer. It was not a pleasant thought, not knowing who to trust. It reminded him of his past, and all of his dealings with The Agency and his father. It was not a life Valad wanted to live again.
As the away team beamed on board, to Valad's happiness and amazement, he made scans of the other ship in space. "Commander, the enemy ship is still under the cloak, but I can say we are being scanned. I am assuming its our cloaked friends."
(Megan)
Knowing that the rest of the away team was in sickbay, Valad wanted to go down and see them. He stood up. "Commander, I am going down to sickbay. I just need to make sure the rest of the team is ok. I'll be back shortly."
(Megan)
As he left the bridge, Valad leaned against the wall of the turbolift, wondering why he was even on this ship and in Starfleet. He was beginning to second guess his decision to join. He didn't mind a little action now and then, but he didn't sign up for stupidity. He had been apart of plenty of that in his life before Starfleet. He didn't need anymore.
The turbolift doors opened and he took the walk to sickbay. As he walked in, he found the surviving marine, the Captain, and the doctor. He nodded at Traks and walked over to the doctor, completely bypassing Captain Reynolds. "Nathan, are you injured?"
Nathan turned upon hearing Tavik's voice, tricorder still in hand. Slowly, he shook his head. No he wasn't injured, nothing beyond bruising and a few burns. In answer though, he tapped his throat, then shook his head a second time, indicating he had lost his voice. And he hadn't had time to see to treatment, simple triage demanded he wait.
Understanding the doctor could not speak, for whatever reason. Valad looked around for a padd. He handed it to Nathan. "Here write it down. What happened after we were separated?"
We were captured. Nathan scribbled furiously, leaving a nigh intelligeable hand, as many a doctor didn't have a very neat script. Nathan's was no different. Taken to a cell with the ambassador. The captain was examined I was told to stand aside and let them work. I had no choice but to obey or they'd kill us. Pained eyes settled on the younger man, as he touched his throat again, this time in a rubbing fashion. They were going to hang us... He handed the PADD over for Valad to read.
Valad shook his head. "We could have done more than what happened. This is madness." He looked over at Reynolds, disgusted. "Is there anything I can readily get you?"
Nathan shook his head, then suddenly his eyes brightened. He pulled Valad's sleeve and pulled the PADD towards him. Jayden he wrote. Get me Jayden. The look in the doctor's eyes was sufficient motivation; the doctor needed the company and support of his mate.
"Well, I'll be going back to the bridge then. There is a damn ship out there and we don't know what they want. I'll check back later." Valad left and returned to the bridge. As he entered the turbolift, he tapped his commbadge. "Tavik to Coporal Mitchell. Please report to sickbay immediately. Tavik out." With the request taken care of, he refocused on the task at hand.
(Jayden)
Finding things as he left them, Valad resumed his station. Suddenly, Valad detected some sort of projectile appear out of nowhere. It was heading straight for the Jefferson! "Commander, we are being fired upon!" He immediately started scanning as he was trained to do. "Impact in five seconds." The projectile hit the shields. It barely scratched the surface, but it caused a brilliant flash.
Once the light died down, Valad looked at the shield status. "No damage. It looks like whatever that was just tickled the shields. It was not meant to hurt." Valad was not sure what it was. "I have no idea what that was."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2010 2:11:04 GMT
"Thank you for your concern Commander," Ezdreiana said as she introduced herself to the acting captain of the USS Jefferson," I owe you and your crew a debt Commander. If it wasn't for your Captain's crazy actions we would have been killed alongside the rest of the Iotian government."
(Megan)
"Commander I don't know if you know this, but the Romulans have been supplying General Jeerten with the means to undertake this coup," Ezdreiana reported," I found a Romulan console on the planet and while I was unable to get any intelligence on the matter I'm pretty sure the Jefferson was sent here on purpose."
(Megan)
When the operations officer reported that the Romulan ship had fired a projectile at the Jefferson, Ezdreiana immediately tensed up. She was expecting a massive jolt, but when none came she was perplexed.
"Commander, I know that I'm an ambassador, but I have years of tactical training," Ezdreiana said to the Commander," I could be of use."
(Megan)
"Commander, I suggest we go to red alert," Ezdreiana said," the sensors report anomalous readings."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2010 2:26:53 GMT
"Damn it! How were they able to find them?" Talok asked furious. While there was no proof that Captain Reynolds and the stupid Ambassador had been found.
"Sir we were not able to detect the transmission until it was to late," the communications officer reported," it seemed whoever sent that message knew Romulan systems well."
"It was that Ezdreiana, she has been causing the empire problems for many years," Talok said," I will be very happy to kill her myself. Though I doubt that the fool Tedak will not be happy when he finds out. It seems he makes friends with enemies of the Empire all the time." His words were met with snickers of agreement. The men and women on his two warbirds new that it was time for the Romulan Empire to once again take its rightful place as the most powerful entity in the quadrant. The only way that was going to happen, defear those that embarrassed the Empire.
"Fire the probe, I want to know the ships shields frequency and the moment we have it, you are to fire," Talok ordered.
"Sir, we need to give our systems a few seconds before we fire," the tactical officer reported," our cloak has been draining our energy reserves since the Jefferson arrived."
"Then tell the Travien that it is to decloak and raise it shields," Talok said," after that instruct them to destroy Jeerten's shuttle. He is no longer any use to us."
His orders were carried out almost instantly. On the viewscreen he saw the Travien fire its disruptors and like paper, the shuttle disolved into million little pieces.
"Tell the Travien to transmit to the Jefferson, encrypt the message," Talok said hoping that Matthew Reynolds was stupid enough to give him a chance.
"USS Jefferson, I am Commander Talok of the Romulan Star Empire. This system is under the control of the Empire and your intrusion into our space has been seen as an agressive act and you our now our prisoners," Talok said surprised how stupid his lie sounded," I will accept Captain Reynolds surrender."
The viewscreen came on and once again his anger flared. Matthew Reynolds was no where to be seen. Instead Megan Garrett was in command and according to his files, she was not one to be trifled with. ~Good I'll be able to get rid of her as well~
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2010 4:52:07 GMT
"Commander, the enemy ship is still under the cloak, but I can say we are being scanned. I’m assuming it’s our cloaked friends," Valad reported from the Ops station.
“Keep our shields up and continue trying to penetrate theirs,” Megan ordered. This whole thing had blown out of control almost as soon as Matt had decided to go down with the away team, and still they had really no idea what was going on.
"Commander, I’m going down to sickbay. I just need to make sure the rest of the team is ok. I'll be back shortly," Valad requested, turning his station over to Monica.
“Understood,” Commander Garrett replied. “Have them make sure you’re ok too,” she added, realizing that he probably should have gone straight to sickbay anyway, but with everything that was going on and aside from all of the dirt and dust, Valad looking fairly healthy and uninjured, it simply hadn’t even occurred to her until now.
The bridge was tense as all stations seemed intent on trying to figure out who they were up against. Technically, cloaks did limit the pool slightly, but it didn’t narrow it down to one. Until the Ambassador arrived, from either sickbay or else from the transporter room, they had absolutely nothing to go on and were completely in the dark. It could have been anyone or anything out there, and that wasn’t comforting.
"Thank you for your concern, Commander. I owe you and your crew a debt. If it wasn't for your Captain's crazy actions, we would have been killed alongside the rest of the Iotian government," the Ambassador replied, once she had arrived on the bridge.
“I’m glad you and the others are here safely,” Megan replied diplomatically rather than voicing her own opinion of the Captain’s actions. “I just wish the three Marines we lost on the surface were as lucky,” she added, and that was the key word: lucky.
"Commander, I don't know if you know this, but the Romulans have been supplying General Jeerten with the means to undertake this coup. I found a Romulan console on the planet, and while I was unable to get any intelligence on the matter, I'm pretty sure the Jefferson was sent here on purpose," Ezdreiana voiced her conclusions.
Romulans...that was the final piece of the puzzle, and it made sense really... This had their stamp all over it. Just then, Valad returned. She debated on asking how Colonel Traks and Nathan were, but that would also mean enquiring about Captain Reynolds, and she was still way too mad to do that, so she just let it go. Besides, she knew that Tavik felt the same way, so it was best to juts leave that alone now.
"Commander, we are being fired upon, impact in five seconds,” he added frantically.
“Red Alert,” the First Officer quickly ordered, bracing herself for the impact. When it came, it was barely noticeable, a slight rock from one side to the other. “Report.”
"No damage. It looks like whatever that was just tickled the shields. It was not meant to hurt. I have no idea what that was,” the Operations chief reported, clearly confused.
“Modulate the shields,” Megan ordered immediately. She didn’t now what that had been either, but anything hit the shields, and she modulated them to be safe.
"Commander, I know that I'm an Ambassador, but I have years of tactical training."
“Take tactical then,” Megan responded, nodding at the Ensign there to hand it over. This had gotten out of hand. Whoever was on that ship, right now, she didn’t really care. They’d retrieved the Ambassador and her team, rescued the captured away team, and it was clear the planet wasn’t ready for membership. As far as she was concerned, their job was done. “Set a course back to base, maximum warp,” she ordered. “Keep an eye on long range sensors to ensure that we are not followed.”
Before helm had the chance to follow her orders, a hail had come through from the warbird. ‘Perfect, just perfect...’ Megan complained inwardly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to try and regain her composure. She rarely got frustrated like this, let alone as angry as she was feeling. It was an uncomfortable feeling to have to restrain her emotions like this when usually it happened automatically, but not this time apparently... “Open the channel,” Commander Garrett replied tightly.
=/\=U.S.S. Jefferson, I am Commander Talok of the Romulan Star Empire. This system is under the control of the Empire, and your intrusion into our space has been seen as an aggressive act and you are now our prisoners. I will accept Captain Reynolds’ surrender...=/\= the ridiculously arrogant Romulan announced.
That was the final straw. She’d had enough. Megan had stepped in for Matt time and time again, stayed quiet for questionable decision after questionable decision, and had covered for her Commanding Officer plenty, but enough was enough, and she had definitely had enough. Her brain sounded a warning that she was on the verge of losing it, and she heard it, but her undercover side was telling her to just go with it and use her emotions to put on a show, so she was going to put on a show.
Scoffing in amazement, Megan began laughing, not a quiet chuckle or a restrained giggle, but full on, letting lose hysterics. She didn’t really find any of this particularly funny, but it let out a whole lot of pent up frustrations brilliantly, and the more she thought, and laughed, about it, the funnier it became. “So we’re under arrest?” the First Officer managed to ask between fits of laughter. “Should I put my hands up or something?” she added, face absolutely glowing with amusement as she rose from the chair. “Let me ask you, if we were to just turn around and leave, just how would you stop us...hm? Tractor beam? Or else you’d chase after your ‘prisoners’ trying to get us back in your non-existent cage? I would pay money to see you try.”
Almost as if on cue, the warbird’s tractor beam lashed out to try and hold the ship, but of course, since the shields had modulated, it failed. The look on the Romulan Commander’s face was priceless, and this time she actually had to hold back the laughter. “You didn’t honestly thing that you could fire anything at the shields of a Federation starship without eliciting a remodulation, did you? I’d expect far better intellect from a prison warden,” she added sarcastically. “Really, this has been a lot of fun, Commander, but I’m afraid we have to be going now. Enjoy your brand new acquisition, a planet with a mob mentality and absolutely no leadership save for a few jilted mob-bosses. I am sure they’ll welcome you with open arms and be an absolute pleasure to deal with...good luck with that,” she added before sending Valad the kill gesture, taking her seat, and glancing back at the Ambassador. ‘Now that’s diplomacy,’ she thought dryly, completely composed now. “Set a course out of here, maximum warp,” she ordered, feeling so much better that it was all over.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2010 21:00:38 GMT
Jayden need not be paged twice. He was off the bridge before Tavik finished his summons. Why hadn't anyone told him the rest of the away team had returned to the ship? Why hadn't Nathan called him? Cold fear gripped him as he raced down to sickbay. Was he hurt? Or worse...dead? No if he were dead, surely Valad would've said something?
The marine broke unto a full run, nearly knocking over several officers left and right, but he didn't stop to apologise. He hurried on, practically bursting into sickbay. "Nathan!" he called out, not caring that there were other patients. "Nathan!" His second cry was practically a shriek as his eyes searched the medical bay. Where was his husband? Where was Nathan? "Where is he?" he demanded of a nearby nurse, who shrugged in response. She didn't know.
Finally, the doctor emerged from one of the smaller wards, a look of surprise on his face. He arched an eyebrow at the younger man, tilting his face a little in question. While Hannah had seen to his burned throat and vocal chords, and had even healed most of the damage, his voice was little more than a whisper. As such, he was in no condition to respond to the anguished cry that now followed.
He saw Jayden take up a sprint towards him and just barely managed to catch him when the younger man literally leapt into his arms. Eyes moist with tears, Nathan wrapped his arms around him, and buried his face against his shoulder. He patted Jayden's back in an attempt to convey reassurance, something the half-Betazoid was quite capable of sensing on his own. Nathan was quite an abundance of emotions, regardless of the situation.
"You're all right," Jayden smiled, setting the doctor at arm's length to study him. He noticed something was wrong, the anguis in his mate's eys was not quite visible, but the emotions he certainly did pick up on. "You are all right?" he repeated, this time making it sound like a question rather than a statement.
Nathan nodded in response, not quite trusting his voice just yet, more so because his throat was still burning, despite Hannah's delicate ministrations. She had informed him he'd be sore for a while, and should drink cold liquids and find himself something some icecream while he was at it. It was no cure, but it may help.
"Say something," Jayden pleading, placing both his hands on Nathan's cheeks, emploring him to speak. "Are you all right? Are you sure?" It wasn't what he was sensing.
This time, Nathan shook his head. "Can't talk," he whispered, bringing his hand up to his throat, "hot air...burned." Even breathing was painful due to the lungsful of hot air he'd inhaled. He glanced back at the captain, who was lying on a biobed, being tended to by the nursing staff. Nathan hadn't gone near him since coming back aboard, wanted to be nowhere near him.
This time, Jayden drew him in, then wrapped his arm around the other man's waist. "Come on, I'm taking you home. Nothing you can do here anyway, while you can't talk. We'll get you a nice warm shower, something clean to wear and a decent meal, how's that sound?"
Smiling slightly, Nathan nodded. Though he was a little chagrined to have missed his daughter's first birthday. He was looking forward to spending some time at home, to not think about patients and other work and simply be with his family. Until the first officer would call him for a debriefing.
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Post by Valad Tavik on Jun 26, 2010 19:13:23 GMT
As he killed the comm and as the Jefferson warped out of the system, Valad sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. That display was…. Was… amazing!! He swiveled around in his chair, looked directly at Commander Garrett, and said, “Commander….that was the most attractive thing I have seen you do since I’ve been on this ship.” He sighed, smiling and swiveled back.
(Megan)
As they had gotten far enough away from the adversary, Valad stood once again. “Commander, with your permission, I’d like to go over everything that happened and submit my official report. I also have a personal matter I need to attend to.”
As he gained his permission, Valad left the bridge. He went directly to his quarters and shut and locked the door behind him. He wanted to be alone to think about what happened. He couldn’t believe things happened the way they did. Reynolds had no right to make that kind of an order. Valad should have stunned him and took command of the mission. He was still furious about the situation and now that he was alone, he didn’t feel upset about taking it out on whatever was around him. After a while, his room was littered with everything. It was all broken, mirrors, the table, some of his personal possessions. He didn’t care. What was next for him? He did not know. The next moments were a blur as he fell asleep on his couch.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2010 23:37:48 GMT
In spite of still being pretty worked up, Megan was beginning to realize just exactly what she’d done. That had been so unlike her, and although it was more controlled than it might have appeared, it certainly wasn’t how she would have reacted if her emotions had been entirely level. Of course, the Romulan Commander hadn’t helped matters with his absolutely ridiculous speech, which really deserved a good laugh. Honestly, she didn’t know what the moron had been thinking trying to pull that one. It seemed that this mission was overrun with unwise decisions on both sides now.
No one had said anything so far, including a very quiet Ambassador, and for that, Megan was actually quite glad. Of course, it couldn’t have lasted, especially with Tavik on the bridge... “Commander...that was the most attractive thing I have seen you do since I’ve been on this ship,” the Lieutenant Commander commented wryly.
Normally, such a comment probably wouldn’t have been tolerated, but considering her uncharacteristic actions, she had sort of set herself up for some kind of pointed commentary on the matter. “If we ever run into Commander Talok again, you can ask him if she shares your opinion,” she replied just as dryly, knowing that if she’d just let it go or shown even a smidgen of the mild embarrassment she was feeling that it would only encourage the Lieutenant Commander, and perhaps a few others, even further, and that was certainly something that Commander Garrett didn’t want.
Eventually, the emotions on the bridge quieted down to match the volume as they all realized that it didn’t seem the Jefferson had been followed and the mission was over. Gradually, stations changed hands as people went off duty and came on. It was somewhat of a relief to see the people who had witnessed her exchange with the Romulan leave, but only mildly as thus would begin the circulation of the story.
“Commander, with your permission, I’d like to go over everything that happened and submit my official report. I also have a personal matter I need to attend to,” the Operations Chief requested, one of the last original bridge crew to take his leave.
“Permission granted,” Megan replied, knowing that if nothing continued to happen, it would be her turn to go off duty as well. In a way, she couldn’t wait to get off of this bridge, away from the problems and stress it represented, but in another, she knew once she left her thoughts would follow her, and she would have to begin to deal with how she felt and what she thought, and not just about this last mission in particular, but also about everything that had been happening recently in general. Although not the type to avoid problems, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to an in depth analysis because there was no telling what conclusions she would reach.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2010 10:55:18 GMT
The statement seemed to come out of the blue, but the feeling of unhappiness had been simmering within the chief medical officer for quite some time now. “I am leaving this ship,” he told his staff, “and you have the opportunity to come with me if you want. I have accepted a position aboard the USS El-Salvador and we'll be departing the Jefferson within a few hours.”
Nathan knew Jayden was already packing and getting the children ready. Their shuttle would be leaving soon, and now he was offering Hannah and Donovan to come with them. He also knew, that Firestorm was serving on the El-Salvador, and he was looking forward to seeing his feline friend again. Over the past few days, both physicians had been in communication, and had discussed another friend of the Sivaoan. A Romulan woman, who had been rendered completely blind, and for whom any measure of treatment to restore her sight had failed.
“Are you serious?” Hannah asked, clearly not having expected this drastic a measure. She had known Nathan had been unhappy off late, often arguing with nurses but certainly seemed to be in constant discord with the captain. The two had come to near blows more than once, and it hadn't done the doctor's sense of self any good.
“Quite,” Nathan replied, as he continued packing up his office. “I'm sure a new doctor shall be assigned here soon, a Starfleet doctor, if you're lucky.”
“Ah...but I'm coming with you,” Hannah replied immediately, “no way I'm going to let you run off by yourself. You need me!”
Nathan cracked a small smile. “Your transfer has already been approved, I knew you wouldn't be left behind. Donovan's too as I know he'll go where you go.” His smile widened as he shut the lid of his case shut, then set it on the floor. “You have one hour to pack. I am going to speak with Commander Garrett, to inform her of our departure.”
Before departing sickbay, he informed the transporter chief to transport all cases within the CMO's office to the designated shuttlecraft, then headed for the bridge. “Commander Garrett, Captain Reynolds...I regret to inform you that I and my family shall be leaving the Jefferson within the hour. We're headed for the El-Salvador. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, in fact more often not than that we did, but I want you to know it's been an honour to serve with you.”
He gave them no chance to respond, because he was off the bridge before they true and well could digest the news. He headed straight home to pick up his cats, knowing that Jayden would be at the shuttle, having his hands full on both their children. Within the hour, the shuttlecraft with it's six occupants was leaving the Jefferson, and within hours it would be arriving a the El-Salvador.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2010 1:15:07 GMT
Well, the mission was over, and things were beginning to return to normal as the Jefferson headed back to base. Unfortunately, even though the mission was over, the repercussions were far from it. After leaving the bridge, Megan had gone straight to the holodeck to vent some remaining frustration. Combat training programs were always helpful in siphoning off excess adrenaline, and in this case, it certainly did help vent some aggression and frustration she felt. Even after tearing through her levels, she felt exhausted, but still frustrated, so she went for a nice, soothing swim, and it was only then that she was able to stumble to her quarters, shower, and sleep.
By the next morning, she was still aggravated, and that’s when she knew it couldn’t keep going like this. It had been a good three years on the Jefferson, but enough was enough. It was time to move on, but she didn’t really know to what. Her Black Ops career had been revived as her health had returned and her body adjusted to the injuries that had temporarily suspended her undercover work, but she had also established a solid career within the Fleet as well. So the question was: where did she go from here? She’d made the decision long ago in the Academy to select Black Ops over Fleet, but she was a different person with history and experience to reflect upon to make her choice this time, and she didn’t know which way to go.
Her shift had been uneventful, quiet, and when she wasn’t writing/reading reports or completing her usual tasks, she was thinking about her dilemma. She knew that transferring was the best option, but to where and what...that was the problem. It just wasn’t clear, and Megan wasn’t the type who tended to struggle to make her choices like this. She weighed the options, created pro and con lists, and tried to think about what she wanted to do. At the conclusion of her shift, she had returned to her quarters knowing that there was only one person who she needed to contact.
“Well...if it isn’t my favorite Romulan emasculator,” Admiral LaPage teased, eyes lighting up at the sight of her and grin widening as she winced slightly. “Please… make my day and tell me the reports I’m getting are true. You LAUGHED at him!?”
Megan could feel her face flushing, and she hated it, but there really wasn’t much else she could say... She still didn’t exactly regret it, but this wasn’t much fun. “He told me that we were his prisoners... He’s lucky that all I did was laugh at him,” she finally replied, knowing her skin had to be just about a deep crimson at this point.
“Oh, I agree,” the Admiral replied, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Just tell me this...you do have the comm footage of it, right? I mean, that’s worth gold pressed latinum.”
Chin tilting up a bit, Commander Garrett replied, “I don’t believe we kept it. Sorry.”
Still grinning from ear to ear, David LaPage leaned back in his chair. “Don’t worry about it...I’ll find it somewhere,” he replied. “No way I’m going to miss seeing that!”
Deciding to change the subject back to the real reason for her call, Megan cleared her throat. “Actually, Sir, the reason I called is that I need your advice. I am leaving the Jefferson, and I haven’t decided which direction I’ll be seeking in my career.”
The merriment was gone in an instant, as Admiral LaPage could easily see she was completely serious. “I can’t say I’m surprised, but I wasn’t exactly expecting it either. Although I have a good idea, could you at least explain to me your reasons before we get to the matter of figuring out where to go from here?” he requested calmly.
“I don’t believe that my style is compatible with that of Captain Reynolds,” Megan replied evenly. “I haven’t been entirely happy here for some time, and I believe that it is time for me to move on and find a new assignment that is more...compatible.”
Nodding, Admiral LaPage briefly responded with a simple, “I agree,” before moving on to the important part of the conversation. “What do you want to do? Or rather, what are the choices that you are considering?” he amended, knowing that if she’d known what she wanted to do, she would already be doing it, without asking him.
“Well, the way I see it, I can return to Black Ops full-time or seek another position within the Fleet to balance with my undercover work. Those are the primary two, but then within the second, I could seek another position as First Officer or go back to being a Science Officer, which would allow for more time to devote to the ops.” Pausing for breath, Megan asked, “I’m sure you have an opinion...I’d like to hear it.”
With a hint of a smile, he replied, “Believe it or not, although a few years ago, I’d have killed to get you back, I actually don’t think coming back here is the greatest option. You were too good at undercover to be an ship-bound Intelligence Officer, but it never would have occurred to me to give you a duel assignment to grant you a built-in cover while still maintaining your undercover activity. Really, it’s been perfect for you, and me, so I don’t really want to lose that. And I think it suits you.”
“I have to agree, though I’m a tiny bit surprised to hear you say it considering what a fuss you made when I left the last time,” she teased him. “As much as I did love being a solo agent, working with you and the others, I’ve grown accustomed to this arrangement, and I’ve found that I enjoy it as well and it has its own unique set of benefits and challenges. So the question becomes, what Fleet role will be best?”
“Well that depends,” David replied, “on the level of involvement you want with the undercover work. If you’re happy with the level you’re participating in currently and the amount of responsibility and ship focus, another First Officer position is the obvious choice, but if you’d be happier receiving more assignments, going back to Science might be right for you. That’s the primary consideration you need to make.”
“It’s something to think about,” Megan agreed. “In the meantime, I’d like to transfer to unassigned immediately until I figure out which course of action I wish to take. Although I have yet to speak with anyone else, I have made my decision already.”
“And I’ll begin looking into potential assignments, so you’ll have some options to chose from once you decide which way you want to go, “Admiral LaPage added. “I know this wasn’t an easy choice to make, but I think you’re making the right one.”
“I know I am,” Commander Garrett responded. “Thank you for your support, and I will make my decision shortly. I know that either way, I’ll be a lot happier elsewhere.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2010 1:17:30 GMT
“Hey, Meg,” Marina greeted her sister as the elder Garrett entered her quarters. The security officer was obviously glum, as she lounged in a soft, stuffed chair, drink in hand. Taking a sip, the Ensign asked, “So what did you want to talk to me about?”
Sinking onto the sofa, Megan sighed. Her sister looked how she felt. “Long day?” she questioned, putting off the conversation for just a moment as she checked in with her sister to discover the reason for her mood before probably worsening it...
“The worst...” Ensign Garrett replied. “What about you?” she asked observing her older sister for a moment and noticing the similarity in expression. “Long day too?”
Nodding, Megan sighed again. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done. “This was a...difficult mission for me, and as a result, I’ve done some reevaluating of my current position and considering my alternatives because of my…troubles.”
Knowing Megan all too well, Marina sat up. “You’re leaving,” she concluded, a bit surprised, and yet somehow not... “You’re leaving the Jefferson and transferring?”
Feeling uncomfortable and unsure of how her sister felt, Megan just nodded again.
Letting out a huge sigh of what almost sounded like relief, Marina exclaimed, “Take me with you! I’ve been considering a transfer too, but I didn’t want you to think that it had anything to do with you, plus I liked serving on the same ship as you, but this security department is a nightmare! It’s nothing but a rotating door of Chiefs who are incompetent while here and never stay long enough to do much of anything. And as a result, the officers who have been here throughout think they can do whatever they want and have a seniority complex. It’s just a mess, and I want out.”
Shocked, Commander Garrett tried to process all of this for a moment. She knew the security department had problems, it was hard not to notice after all, but she’d had no idea that Marina was that miserable, perhaps as miserable as she’d been with her own problems. “So...you’d want to transfer to wherever I go?” she asked.
color=HotPink]“Sure, why not,” Marina replied with a grin. “If we’re both leaving, why not head to the same place. As I said, I like being on the same ship as you, plus it’s a massive bonus to be the sister of the XO,” she added, her grin widening. “Oh, you have no idea what a relief this is! I’ve come to be miserable, and it has absolutely nothing to do with my job, you, or even the ship itself. It’s the people...and that’s something that I can change, and I want to change. So what do you say? Unless you’re leaving because you are just trying to get rid of me of course,” the Ensign teased brightly.[/color]
Beginning to feel much better, Megan shook her head. “No, no, you had nothing to do with this either. Our reasons are similar actually, and I enjoy being on the same ship as you too. I just wish I’d known that you were as miserable as I was. Maybe there was something I could have done to make things a little bit easier for you...”
“I doubt it,” Marina brushed off the concern with a wave her hand. “Unless you had fired the entire department and then hired a competent staff and Chief to take their places, there was nothing you can do. I just wish we’d talked about it sooner. I had no idea you were miserable too. Maybe we could have planned our escape earlier!”
“Maybe,” Megan replied with a grin. “But I think it had to get this bad to make me realize that it was time to go. I’ve been here for three years after all, and it’s hard to say goodbye. I suppose it is best it worked out like this. I know for certain that I am making the right decision, no regrets or second guessing. Plus, now we’ll both transfer at the same time, since I would have missed continuing to serve with you.”
“You’re right,” Marina agreed downing her drink. “It’s worked out best, and now, I have to get packing! Do I need to file an official transfer order or something to get the ball rolling?” she asked, standing and stretching like she was prepared to run a marathon, her mind already racing with thoughts of clothes and storage containers.
“As your XO, I can handle it,” Megan assured her, feeling cheered up knowing that her sister was coming with her. “I’ve got a connection who can assure we receive the same assignment and that they look good at least on paper for the both of us.”
“Perfect,” Marina replied. “I’ll get my stuff all packed up and ready to go, and you just say the word when it’s time for us to transfer out, and I will be ready...I hope.”
“As son as we get our new assignment, we’ll probably go right there in my shuttle,” Commander Garrett replied as she moved to the door. “That way, we’ll be able to get there quickly without a lot of waiting. It can be useful to have your own ship...”
“Sounds good to me,” Marina replied recycling her glass. “We had both better get busy then! Just keep me updated and let me know what I need to do, and I’ll do it. I told you there are benefits to being the sister of the XO, or in the case, the sister of the officer with the personal shuttle,” Marina teased. “It definitely comes in handy.”
“I suppose it does. If you need any help moving, let me know, and I can requisition what you need,” Megan added stopping just at the door and adding, “I’m glad that you’re coming with me, Marina. I know that I would have missed you if you hadn’t.”
“Same here,” Marina replied. “Now shoo, go work your connections magic and get us out of here!” she teased. “And don’t worry about my stuff. I think I can handle it.”
Shaking her head and grinning, Megan left, feeling her decision confirmed by her sister’s agreement. This was definitely the right time to be leaving the Jefferson…
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And so, things were set into motion, and Commander Megan Garrett was leaving the Jefferson after three years of service there. It was a sad, but necessary thing. It had become perfectly clear that she could no longer stay here, and as such, there was no point in dwelling on nostalgia or debating the choices that led her here; it simply required an acceptance of the current situation, a decision for the next step, and the immediate execution of her transition plan. It was simply time for her to go.
Part of making preparations for her departure, the soon-to-be-former First Officer had planned to check in with Nathan and Valad, as the senior officers she’d worked with the longest. Much to her surprise, Nathan had come and announced his own transfer on the bridge and Valad informed her he too was requesting a transfer. It was sad to think of the ship being left behind without them, but at the same time, it was further confirmation that she’d made the right choice as difficult as it had been.
And so, as her final acts as the Jefferson’s First Officer, Megan had processed the transfers of herself, Marina, Nathan, Jayden, Hannah, Donovan, and Valad to their next assignment, the U.S.S. El Salvador. Commander Garrett had also made her choice regarding her career path and would soon be the El Salvador’s Chief Science Officer, which would give her more time to work on Black Ops assignments. It had been a tough decision, one that she knew could easily be regretted, but if it turned out to be the wrong one after giving the proper amount of time for adjustment, she would simply accept the mistake as a learning experience and then go in the other direction. Only time would tell her now if she had made the correct decision or not.
After speaking with Admiral LaPage, the full weight of the decision had set in even as the weight of her discontent on the Jefferson fully lifted. It felt both freeing and terrifying at the same time. He had assured her that once Nathan had transferred to the El Salvador, he had taken a close look at the ship and decided it would be a good fit for her, Marina, and Valad. Honestly, Megan hadn’t minded one way or the other about being assigned with the others, especially since she had made her choice independently without knowing they would be leaving too. But the Admiral had felt having some familiar fellow officers would be good for her, something about them keeping an eye on her, a sentiment she didn’t feel that she needed of course.
One of the final tasks she’d had was writing up some of her final reports. This had not been easy, but again necessary, and she’d struggled with voicing her concerns and observations accurately without appearing overly emotional or harsh. Finally, she’d arrived at a consensus with the wording and officially filed her last reports as the First Officer of the Jefferson. At first, it’d seemed like there was so much work to do and not nearly enough time to complete it in, but somehow, it had all gotten done. The transfers were complete, reports written and filed, belongings packed up and loaded onto her shuttle. It had all been done, and now, it was time to leave…
As Megan approached her shuttle, a nostalgic sorrow descended on her unbidden. As difficult as things had recently become, this place had been her home for three years. She had learned and grown, struggled and excelled here, and now their joint journey was at an end, and it was time to move on to the next phase of her career and life without the Jefferson. She had some good memories and some bad, but it was time to leave them all behind her. She would remember them of course, and on occasion think back to this place, especially since the lessons she had learned would stay with her always, but the Jefferson was now in the past. Her future was ahead of her, away from these familiar bulkheads, and it started with a single step.
And so she took it, the seemingly easy step from starship to shuttlecraft. She did not look back, no matter how tempted, but firmly and determinedly without pause boarded her vessel. Marina and Valad were waiting for her, the choice was made, and it was the right one, so there was no point in hesitating, no reason for glancing behind. The future, as it always was, lay firmly in front of her, and that is where her eyes remained solely focused without wavering or second thoughts. The Jefferson would continue on from here without her, and so would she, move forward as well, in her career and life without the Jefferson, taking one step at a time, one moment at a time, never looking back. The El Salvador would become her new home now.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 29, 2010 13:59:14 GMT
Matthew Reynolds had been in recovery for almost two weeks now on Starbase Assailant, but he knew that the wounds he had received during the last mission would never fully heal. His actions had been irrational and to be blunt stupid. Those actions would mostl likely cost him the command of the USS Jefferson. He had already been informed by Kristin that many of his long time officers had requested a transfer off the ship. When he discovered that the ship was the El Salvador, Matt knew that Commodore Savot would be pleased.
"Captain for the upteenth time, you need to take it easy," the irriated doctor said as he once again found Matt doing reports," while those reports are not taxing on your body, they do tax the mind. I do not want to speak with Admiral Lin about this."
"The Admiral would help me escape you Doctor," Matt said trying to be funning. He knew that he needed to take it easy, but it was hard when he knew any day now his career would die a slow and painless death. ~At least it would be painless~ Matt thought as he put down his padds and walked towards the window. His eyes were met by the most beauitful sight possible, the USS Jefferson. She had survived countless of battles and experiments gone arwy and now for the moment she was leaderless.
"Captain, I know you would prefer to be on assignment right now, but please do not think about it," the doctor said," your son and Lieutenant Hope have been asking to see you more frequently. They are worried about you."
"I know they are, I just don't know what to say to them right now," Matt said as he turned his attention to the doctor.
"From your file, I know that you preferr to keep your emotions in check and that your last mission was complete departure from your routine, but you have to remember that as officers we all make mistakes."
"I know, but my mistakes cost the lives of my officers!" Matt screamed which caused him to exhert himself and loose his footing. Before he could fall, he found himself supported up by the doctor.
"And my mistakes have killed my paitents. Like I said we all have made mistakes, but we have to move and try to do right with lives," the doctor said.
Before Matt could respond to the doctors remarks, the door to his room opened and for a second Matt's heart stopped. In walked the man that held Matt's future as a Captain in his hands, Fleet Admiral Magallen Lin.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2010 18:18:51 GMT
Though the move from the El-Salvador had only taken a few days, the Hope family had spent a few weeks at Starbase Assailant, and even on Qualinost. During transit, Firestorm to Ennien had studied the data Doctor Nathan van Breughel had given him, and he was confident that, with the help of the Debrune, he could restore S'reena's vision.
It'd been a delicate procedure and S'reena's patience had been taxed to the limit. On top of that, Yarna had gone missing and the parents were frantic with worry. A message had gone out to the El-Salvador, which would be received once their returned to safety in this universe. The Prometheus class vessel had crossed over into the Mirror Universe, and was currently out of touch.
If Yarna was still on the El-Salvador, S'reena knew that Savot would go at length to take care of her. In fact she trusted him to do so, as she knew he had grown fond of the child, even if he'd never actually admit it. She in fact, had grown fond of the stoic Vulcan, and considered him her friend. With that in mind, she had returned her efforts to the procedure and had even found one of the Debrune priests willing to guide her in meditation.
She still hated sickbays, they still embodied a part of her youth she would rather forget about altogether. The priest had been more than helpful and had even sat beside her to hold her hand, as she was sedated before the procedure.
Weeks passed and gradually, the bandages were removed. At first she was only allowed to spend her waking hours in darkness, to make her eyes adjust, then gradually the level of ilumination was increased, until finally she could discern vague shapes. Disappointment was visible on her face, but even vague shapes was quite an improvement over seeing nothing at all. She smiled as she saw a vague golden shape appear on her lap and stroked the creature's hide gently. "I see you. Auric I see you," she whispered, over and over again.
Now, as her sight was finally returning to a degree where she could walk about without being dizzy, and without the light hurting her eyes, she believed it was time to report in to her assignment. She had heard of the USS Jefferson, but she'd never set foot on it. Of course, she did remember Matthew Reynolds. Rather well, in fact.
As she stepped onto the bridge, Auric hovering slightly over her, wings fanning lazily to remain aloft, her smile broadened into a grin. "Cadet Matthew Reynolds!" she called out, her voice carrying such that the bridge fell silent almost immediately.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 7, 2010 21:16:23 GMT
It had been a few weeks since the monumental events on Sigma Iotia. The crew of the Jefferson had been practically disbanded across the fleet and repairs were underway. Matthew Reynolds knew that the repairs could have easily been done a few weeks ago, but the current situation called for careful consideration. With that in mind, Matthew Reynolds kept to himself while on duty and for the most part stayed on the bridge.
"Cadet Matthew Reynolds!"
Matthew Reynolds had not heard that voice in over four years, but for the first time in weeks a broad smile appeared on his face. At that moment he also realized that the entire bridge had gone eerily quiet.
"Those were simplier times," Matthew replied as he approached his first XO and then uncermionously hugged the women who had helped him become the officer he was today.
(S'Reena)
"S'Reena, you should have told me that you were coming. I would have prepared something special for my one of my Academy Instructors," Matt said before giving the repair teams a look that told them to get back to work.
(S'Reena)
"I haven't seen one of you for a while," Matt said as he gingerly tried to pet S'Reena's pet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2010 18:13:13 GMT
"Those were simplier times," Matthew replied as he approached his first XO and then uncermionously hugged the women who had helped him become the officer he was today.
The Romulan woman visibly stiffened at being hugged; it was widely known that Romulans could respond very violently, to being touched without invitation, and unfortunately S'reena was no different. However, since she had expected it to a degree, she could contain her response in time and just merely stiffened. She said nothing and waited for him to release her, smiling when he did so.
She cast a glare at the officers that were staring at them, giving them a look that said 'don't you have work to do', before returning her gaze to Matt. Auric hovered nearby, but made no attempt to attack the man who had obviously 'attacked' her bondmate. The woman had transmitted no thought that she should do so.
"S'reena, you should have told me that you were coming. I would have prepared something special for my one of my Academy Instructors," Matt said before giving the repair teams a look that told them to get back to work.
"And that is precisely why I didn't tell you I was coming," S'reena replied, smiling deviously. "Besides, it wouldn't be proper, since you outrank me these days.
"I haven't seen one of you for a while," Matt said as he gingerly tried to pet S'Reena's pet.
Auric hissed and snapped at the captain's fingers, eyes whirling somewhere between relaxed green and angry red. S'reena chuckled as she commanded the golden creature to return to her shoulder. "Obviously," she replied with a grin, "I've been assigned to the El-Salvador under Commodore Savot for a while, after the Hanson and the Hepta were declared redundant. Since I was blind, that time has been very interesting. The commodore has been very accomodating and supportive, in fact he was one of few who even offered to train with me."
She paused, smiling softly, then produced a PADD and, grabbing his wrist to face his hand palm up, placed the item in it. "I think you'll be seeing a lot more of me now," she added, her smile even more devious. "And I'll be seeing you, as obviously, I can see again. Thanks to your former chief medical officer. He has arrived safe on the El-Salvador, I spoke to him before my departure there. Why you ever allowed a civilian to be your CMO, is beyond me, but he obviously knows what he's doing."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 16, 2010 22:00:43 GMT
"That precisley the reason," Matt replied as he noticed a little pool of blood on his finger. It seemed the little creature had actually bitten him. While it didn't hurt all that bad, Matt knew that he would need to take care of it.
"Nathan could do wonders. If it wasn't for his care I would be dead a few times over." Matt motioned for S'Reena to follow him into the ready room. "I assume this means that you have been assigned to the Jefferson?"
(S'Reena)
"As you have seen, the Jefferson will be here for a few more weeks and I doubt we will be receiving any mission orders any time soon," Matt said as he looked at the PADD.
(S'Reena)
"That being said there is a lot of work to be done on the Jefferson and on Assailant. They have already asked if some of us could help out with some of their upgrades," Matt said as he checked the fleet placements," also there a few Section 47 ships due in a few days. I could speak to a captain and see if he could give us some extra work."
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"I fondly remember the days when we had to much to do on the Hanson," Matt said as he offered S'Reena a drink," would your pet want anything?"
(S'Reena)
"I also have to let you know that I'm a father now," Matt said to his old instructor," Jason told me that you had triplets. I bet they look just like thier mother."
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