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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2007 20:01:50 GMT
"Look, I don't know why I've been posted here in this position. Most likely theres been some kind of mistake; I've never done this before, and quite honestly, I don't even want it. But for the moment, we'll just have to deal I guess. I don't want to infringe on what you're doing, so just give me some stuff to do, and I'll do it and let you get on with your job okay?"
James echoed the uncertain smile. "Why don't we just share the position for now until the admiral is recovered?" he suggested, "I'm sure a ship is supposed to have more than one counselor, and I don't think I'm all up for treating 80% of this crew just yet. I've been very ill myself, and I do have a fourteen year old daughter who is the only family I have left. She too has been very ill."
Then he had an idea. "As her father, I cannot offer her proper counseling. Could you perhaps try and help her? As this doctor here on this ship doesn't quite seem to like me, perhaps you could have a talk with him too? Then I'll see to Disasterman, unless you'd like to talk to him, in which case I'll talk to the doctor. Each option is fine with me."
James gazed at the new counselor, a look of admiration on his face. *He's cute* he thought *he's very cute, and probably taken too.* He shook his head in annoyance, now was not the time to go thinking about who was cute and who was not. "What do you say?" he repeated, as the exited the turbolift and James lef him to his new quarters.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 26, 2007 2:13:42 GMT
:: in Engineering then moving to the impulse system decks and ending the post on the bridge::
Being tasked with seeing about the impulse systems, Jamey made his way to the proper decks. Arriving, he found the system completely powerless and the impulse crew struggling to restore power. The emergency back up generators had keep the system contained and were still doing a good job. The heat from the reactor, now shut down, was still radiating out into the room.
With sweat now rolling down his face and just about everywhere else, Jamey and the rest of the impulse system crew had restored normal power to both port and starboard systems. During reactor start-up everything checked out until the second phase. The driver coils were not functioning properly so the output exhaust fell short of being able to achieve the acceleration required for the mass of the ship. The task of repairing the coils would simply take too long so the damaged coils were exchanged with the spares that were on hand.
Some time later, with the impulse system fixed and functioning, Jamey headed to the bridge. The lift stopped and Jamey exited and found a Commander in green. Brushing this aside for the moment and skipping the formalities, Jamey said, "The impulse system is back on-line. I suggest we make best possible speed towards the last known position of the shuttle."
All on the bridge agreed and Jamey sat behind the CONN, "Impulse systems all green and responding, course laid in, engaging impulse." The ship accelerated as Jamey used increasing thrust to reach its maximum velocity. "We are at maximum velocity for the mass of the ship ... we will need warp systems to be able to cross to and past warp one. We are making best speed." All that effort seemed small now as the destination seemed so far away at those speeds.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2007 13:46:34 GMT
When he had made the offer of doing something to keep out of the way, Q2 hadn't really expected to be given the job of speaking with the other officer's; he dredged his short term memory for the name; Flanigan's daughter. It seemed a large and important task, certainly the El-Aurian thought, he'd want the person who spoke to his child to be someone he trusted. And yet here this other counsellor was giving him the task without barely knowing him, and after hearing him admit that he had never done it before. Of course, maybe that was the theory, by giving him a task that seemed important it could help to build Q2's confidence in being able to do the job.
The new counsellor, still wearing his marine officer paused in his thoughts. It was entirely possible that he was over-analysing the situation.
"What do you say?" Flanigan repeated as the pair stepped out of the turbolift that Q2 still hadn't made up his mind to enter.
"Sure, I'll take the doctor and your daughter; and let you talk to Disasterman." He flashed his fellow counsellor another smile. "Am I going to be able to find myself a teal uniform in here, or should I guess we aren't that prepared?"
"Doubt it.. you can have a look if you want. Doc's on the bridge when you're ready."
Q2 nodded in thanks, turned and walked into his new quarters noting as he did so that they were, as he had guessed, far smaller than the guest ones that he had been treated to previously. He strode straight across to the wardrobe, but was thoroughly unsurprised to find that there were no teal undershirts in there, and the uniform that was laid out was too small around the chest for him. He smile ruefully, and resigned himself to only being able to make the small adjustment of switching his marine wings for fleet pips.
A few minutes later he stepped onto the bridge for the second time that morning. He glanced around for a couple of seconds before spotting the doctor. He walked over, noting that his boots clanged slightly louder on the metal grated floor between carpetted areas that the standard fleet issue boots. Even the small differences seemed to be trying to make themselves heard, to make his credibility as a counsellor fall lower and lower. When he reached the doctor, after what seemed a long and conspicuous walk, he tried to speak quietly.
"Doctor, Commander Flanigan asked me to speak to you. I appreciate now might not be the best time, but then and again, we don't seem to be rushing anywhere." He paused for a second before continuing, "But if you have a few minutes I think it would be good to have a quick word. Not right here obviously." He smiled encouragingly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 12:03:16 GMT
From his console on the bridge, Chief Science Officer John Hancock had observed the initial awkwardness between the two counsellors. It was unusual for Starfleet to make mistakes with crew assignments, but with the fairly high turnover in recent months it wasn't so unusual for them to forget to inform everyone. For a moment he'd been worried it would turn out to be a problem, but thankfully they seemed to have accepted the situation without too much consternation.
The bigger problem right now was their lack of propulsion. Engineering teams, aided by Cmdr Gaz, had managed to get impulse engines back online so they were at least headed in the right direction. The Socrates would reach the asteroid formation in just under 3 hours. At their current speed, John calculated that it would take the Tulip closer to four months.
"I'll lose the Socrates' signal in about half an hour, Doctor," he reported calmly to Storey. Before the senior bridge officer could respond, however, their new counsellor arrived on the bridge and asked for a few minutes of the doctor's time. John decided to look at whether it was worth diverting resources to get the Quantum Slipstream Drive back online. They wouldn't be able to match speed with the Socrates to fly alongside her, but they might be able to reach the asteroids first and wait for them there. He ran a few simulations, made a couple of 'guesstimates' and decided that it'd be far better to bring the warp systems online first. They had plenty of warp-qualified officers on board who knew what they were doing, but relatively few who knew how to assemble a QSD matrix system. Even if they could only route partial power through the warp plasma manifolds, that would at least allow them to reach low to mid-warp speeds and perhaps catch the Socrates before too long.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 22:31:33 GMT
"Impulse systems all green and responding, course laid in, engaging impulse." The ship accelerated as Jamey used increasing thrust to reach its maximum velocity. "We are at maximum velocity for the mass of the ship ... we will need warp systems to be able to cross to and past warp one. We are making best speed." All that effort seemed small now as the destination seemed so far away at those speeds. "Go ahead Mr Gaz, lets catch those rascals, Yellow alert, Shields Up, Maintain an accurate sensor lock, i want warp back online within the hour understood? Any suggestions direct them straight to engineering."
"I'll lose the Socrates' signal in about half an hour, Doctor," Came a call from the science department, John nodded in repsonse.
John tapped his combadge =/\="Ensign Mann, Report"=/\= <tag: Ensign?>
Before John could get his head around what had happened, a Marine appeared in front of him.
"Doctor, Commander Flanigan asked me to speak to you. I appreciate now might not be the best time, but then and again, we don't seem to be rushing anywhere." He paused for a second before continuing, "But if you have a few minutes I think it would be good to have a quick word. Not right here obviously." He smiled encouragingly.
John smiled and shook the Person's hand strongly "And you are?"
"Lt. Colonel Q2 Sir, Counsellor"
"Ah, Don't we have one of those? Mr Flanigan?"
"Indeed, things are muddled"
"Let's head to the ready room where we can carry on this conversation, Mr Gaz the Bridge is yours"
John and Q2 headed to the ready room, where John sat down behind the table where his somtach fluttered, he didn't feel comfortable here.
"So what can i do for ya Colonel?"
"Just a quick talk, everyone is under a fair bit of stress and with everything that has been going on, we think it would be best for people to be able to chat things through if necessary. So if its convenient, is there somewhere else we can go?"
"I would prefer to talk here Colonel"
"Here will do fine then." Q2 conceded with a small, but amiable shrug. "How are things?"
John laughed out loud and realised his mistake "i do apologise, i usually don't get 'counselling' is this what you do with al; your patients colonel?"
Now it was Q2's turn to laugh. "I wouldn't know, you're my first."
"Now that fills me with a high degree of confidence, but yes everything's fine, and how about you?"
The El Aurian smiled, and ignored the question. "You are coping fine with temporary command? It must be somewhat stressful with the captain in a precarious position, and the first officer in sickbay, where normally you'd be looking after him. Somewhat out of your comfort zone I'd imagine?"
"I am coping perfectly fine thank you, It's more stressful in sickbay, as you may or may not know, i am trained to make instant decisions to determine the fate of a person. And yes i'd like to be back in sickbay, but i know Holi has everything under control, and i like to think that i've got things under control up here."
Q2 held his hands up in a slight defensive gesture. "You understand its my job to ask this; I'm not a lawyer trying to catch you out, just making sure you are feeling reasonably comfortable, and if you weren't, I'd try and help you out."
"i do understand, remember that in the absence of a counsellor the cheif medical officer will also assume this role, during at least two years of active service with starfleet, and two years working on my own i know the ways of a counsellor" John gave a slight smile and a wink and the counsellors remark.
"Well then you sound far more qualified to be doing this than me." Q2 laughed again. "It was only a few months ago that I was creeping into a seperatist camp to secure information for Starfleet Intelligence. Going from that and shooting people, to making sure that noone is about to have a nervous breakdown isn't a usual career path I'd guess. Either ways, I'm happy that you aren't about to go psycho on us."
John shrugged "asking people how they are feeling ain't all that fun, i prefer being in sickbay looking after bacterial cultures and saving people. And heh if i were to go psycho, you'd know about" John giggled "Intel eh ? how stressful was that ?"
The counsellor, still in his marine uniform shrugged with another smile. "I guess it could have been; but its where I'm in my groove, so I'm just focussed, not stressed. Anyway, I should go ask other people silly answers that they either don't need, or will lie to me about."
"Sounds fun, remember to say that i DID NOT send you, they hate me enough ..." John stopped as the shop rocked violently and sierns screamed out.
"I'll make sure to carefully tell each and every one that you specifically did not send me to see them. I'm sure it'll help" He called to John as the doc ran out onto the bridge
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2007 11:30:47 GMT
After leaving the marine counselor at his new quarters, James had gone to the bridge to have a private chat with Commander Disasterman. Unfortunately, the commander didn't seem in much of a mood to talk. "Then we'll make an appointment," James insisted, "otherwise I see no other alternative but to have you removed from your command position."
As first officer, Disasterman was now officially in command since Elron's disappearance. James knew the commander was worried, as was everyone on the Black Tulip crew, but if a person was somehow incompetent to lead, the ramifications of that incompetency could be disastrous at best.
The first officer seemed to agree, albeit grudgingly and told James to meet him in his quarters later that evening. Satisfied, James returned to his seat on the bridge, watching Disasterman walk off towards the admiral's readyroom.
Worried, James gazed at the main viewscreen, praying the good admiral would be all right. So far, it seemed, scans had been inconclusive and they seemed to have lost the trail of the captain's yacht at the moment. Having every confidence in this crew, James sat back and continued to observe his surroundings when suddenly the doctor stormed onto the bridge, yelling for a report.
"Easy doctor," James called, wondering why the chief medical officer would be demanding status reports. "Commander Disasterman is in the readyroom." Only seconds before that, the Tulip had been the victim of a brutal attack, and several crewmembers had been thrown from their seats. "But now that you're here, ensign Tremmors seems to have broken her arm in that last volley. The ship has gone to red alert and Disasterman is, as I said, in the readyroom."
He waved off to the side, then motioned towards the unlucky ensign just as a second volley hit the ship full on her dorsal hull. "The attack is coming from above. Major Q2, you have combat experience yes? Suggestions?" Now was probably not the right time to ask his collegue counselor, but both men were experienced officers, both with command grade training. "Doctor, see to Tremmors first, then get the commander back onto the bridge. We need his input!"
James stared back at the hansome counseling marine. "Major?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2007 12:36:56 GMT
With the merest of pauses, the El Aurian shifted his mind away from counselling and to the battle situation they now found themselves in. His mind slid back to the first attack that occured while he had been talking with the doctor.
"The first attack, it hit our aft shields, right?" He demanded of the officer standing at tactical. He had no idea of the experience of the particular officer, but he trusted in the training of the job, and of the console in front of them. "Aye sir, dropped the shields to 32%." "And the second, that just hit our dorsal hull. They are targetting our engines. As mad as it sounds, they obviously don't think we are going slowly enough. Move power to the shields around those areas, and also to primary weapons; if they kill us in the water, they'll want to take out our teeth. Keep moving, rolling is the most effective means of preventing them hitting direct targets, though the downside is that the odds are they will still hit us somewhere. They're small, so torpedoes are going to have trouble, more precise phaser bursts are the best option."
The marine had, by this point made his way to a console, where his fingers started flying over the controls, accessing the sensors, detecting the movements and firing patterns of the enemy. His eyes followed the double speed visuals for the few seconds that it took to bring it up to date, during which time his recommendations had been applied without further question or comment. He allowed himself a wry smile; the uniform did have some perks.
As the ship spiralled through space, outmanoeuvred by the smaller craft, but keeping up a steady spread of fire from her phasers, Disasterman strode heavily into the room; his presence suddenly giving an air of authority to a bridge that had hitherto been efficient but slightly vague in terms of specific purpose and direction. Short of the obvious necessity of defending themselves, at least.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 0:27:09 GMT
Just as the Socrates was starting to disappear on the Tulip's sensors, the ship rocked under a volley of disruptor blasts. Hancock grabbed the Science console to stop himself from being thrown sideways. Doctor Storey ran onto the bridge in response. Before they could gather much information on their attackers though, a second volley sent them reeling again. This time Lt Col Q2 took over at the tactical console. He was meant to be assigned as Counsellor right now, but despite most of the crew having been given a remedy to counteract the food poisoning, they were still unable to return to duty and he was by far the most experienced tactician there.
The ship rolled, banked and pitched as the Colonel and Cmdr Gaz worked together in an attempt to protect their engines and disable the attacking ship's weaponry. Although they were managing to stave off the attack for now, the smaller ship's manoevrability meant that it was difficult to target. It might have been his imagination, but Hancock thought that Cmdr Flanigan was actually quite pleased to see Q2 behind the tactical console. Perhaps it made him feel less uncertain about his own role on the ship. There was something else in the way Flanigan seemed to look at the Marine though. Something Hancock didn't have time to figure out right now.
Progress in Engineering was steady, but slow. Hancock was worried that with the Socrates lost to sensors, it could change course without them knowing and would take time to relocate. As he considered this fact, Commander Disasterman strode confidently onto the bridge. He was clearly still recovering from his ordeal, but the First Officer had the strength of mind and will to overcome this. With the Admiral taken and the crew in a state of confusion, strong leadership was needed to take control of the situation and establish a chain of command. The bridge crew seemed grateful to see the Commander, and Hancock certainly felt better with him on the bridge. He wasn't sure whether this was the best time or not, but Hancock knew that they might not have long to relocate the Admiral so he decided to make a suggestion.
"Cmdr Disasterman, there is a way of catching up with the Socrates and keeping her on sensors. The only problem is it's a little dangerous under the circumstances..."
The First Officer smiled grimly as the ship around him shook. "That's never stopped us before, Commander. What's your idea?"
"The Tulip's engines have been knocked out, but we still have a complement of working shuttle craft at our disposal. If Cmdr Gaz could position the ship just right while Col. Q2 distracts the attackers, we might be able to launch a shuttle and let it warp out safely. It could head in the last known direction of the Socrates and send back sensor data for us to track from here."
Disasterman paused while he considered this. It hadn't occured to anyone that the shuttles were still warp capable. "We couldn't send the shuttle unmanned though, could we? If the shuttle was actually able to catch up with the Socrates, we'd need a team capable of assessing the situation and perhaps taking an opportunity to retreive the Admiral. It would leave the shuttle terribly exposed though... the Black Tulip wouldn't be able to do much from back here..."
"We've got no way of knowing that our friends here won't break off their attack to pursue the shuttle, either," added Q2 without taking his eyes off the tactical console. "They seem pretty determined that nothing follows the yacht."
"Like I said it's a big risk, but unless we get our engines repaired soon, we might not be able to find the Admiral," replied Hancock. All eyes were on Disasterman while they waited to see what his decision would be.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2007 13:11:59 GMT
"Like I said it's a big risk, but unless we get our engines repaired soon, we might not be able to find the Admiral." Hancock responded, the worry evident in his voice.
It seemed that all eyes on the bridge fell onto Disasterman, although this was more of a metaphorical image, rather than a factual statement, as most of the officers were still paying total attention to their consoles, and to the small ship that was fizzing around their bows, shooting off annoying bursts of phaser and torpedo fire. Q2's fingers were moving across his console, plying the controls far quicker than the el-aurian could actually have thought about pressing the buttons, but it was all sub-consciously automatic.
"Do it. I want us to keep the attackers occupied, try and disguise the shuttle's departure by jettisoning anything we need to get rid of at the same time, and position our ship in between them and the attackers if possible." Although his voice carried the ultimate authority, and was full of leadership, everyone on the bridge could hear the concern in his voice. It was a long shot, and even if the shuttle escaped the attackers, there was no guarantee that they would be able to do anything if they managed to track Elron's yacht.
"Sir, I have training in this kind of thing, with permission, I'd like to be part of that team." The counsellor-cum-marine asked; although the tone of his voice indicated that he fully expected to it to be granted.
"Go." Came the short, prompt reply.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2007 12:57:39 GMT
"I'll go as well," Flanigan volunteered, "I have command training and experience. I went on a few shuttle missions with Admiral Keztrek back when I served as first officer aboard the Tiger Shark."
*And it gives me an opportunity to get to know this new counselor* James thought with a slight smile.
"I'll meet you in the shuttlebay colonel," he added, finally remembering the counseling marine's proper rank, "say, 10 minutes from now?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2007 20:30:26 GMT
With Flanigan agreeing to join the shuttle crew, Q2 allowed himself a wry smile as he wondered how the ship would cope without both its counsellors. The whole place would go loopy he suspected. With the decision now made, he relinquished the tactical console back to the officer on duty, and was about to storm off through the ship when he realised he had no idea where the armoury was. He flicked his eyebrows up; that would have been a bit of a rookie mistake to have made.
"Commander, where can I find the marine section?" He asked, hoping noone else had noticed the false start he had made. He listened attentively to the slightly complicated directions he received and then, on the second time of trying, he charged away into the turbolift.
Just under ten minutes later, Q2 was feeling far more at home than he had so far during his time on this ship. He had slipped on the standard combat vest over his fatigues, and had various tactical equipment strapped onto it. He had to admit that although he always felt comfortable with all this gear on, he did sometimes feel like a ten year old playing at soldier. The main difference being that if he started playing with his equipment, people would die. That caused a small shudder to run down his back.
Along with him, there was a three man team made up of part of the ship's marine detachment, one of them was a pilot, the other two standard trained marines who would be an advantage in almost any situation. Along with Q2 and Flanigan, they made up 5, well short of the maximum capacity of 10 for a type 11 shuttle. A couple of minutes later, after the marine team had already prepped the shuttle for departure, Flanigan jogged in, apologising for his lateness. Q2 simply gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and then sent the request for permission to launch to the bridge. The affirmative came back almost immediately with a caveat to wait for their signal so as to give the shuttle the best chance to escape the attackers.
With more than one foot tapping the floor, the small group waited for the signal. Each and every single one of them would have sworn that they were completely calm, and not nervous at all. And each and every single one of them would have been lying. Some were more obvious than others, the counsellor particularly white, although Q2 knew that he was well trained enough that he would be more than capable during the mission. It was nothing more than the butterflies even experienced climbers got before dropping over the edge when abseiling, slight nerves that passed as soon as you were going.
Less than a minute later, although it had seemed like half a life-time, the signal came, and without a seconds pause, the pilot deftly lifted the shuttle off the deck, and moved them the 20 metres clear of the bay doors with thrusters, before slipping up to a slow impulse to get clear of the deflector shields, and then straight up to high warp. The whole maneouever took no more than 4 seconds, but Q2 knew that the marine pilot would have made no mistakes through it in spite of the haste, after all, he was trained for exactly this type of scenario.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2007 19:22:10 GMT
James had taken longer than he wanted to with taking his leave of his 14-year old daughter. The girl was particularly tearful and rightfully frightened at seeing her father depart on a dangerous mission once again. "I nearly lost you the last time," she argued, as she clung to her father, "please be careful?"
"Of course I will love," he answered as he hugged her tight, "aren't I always? I would've liked to spend time with you, but finding the admiral is my primary duty now, and I do have command training that may become useful. Plus I have the necessary experience with shuttlecraft away missions. If you need anything, you can turn to Doctor Storey all right?"
"All right dad." Tony pouted at her father, but she understood. As a command-grade officer it was his duty to join away missions, even though he was 'just a counselor' now. "Just be careful."
Realising he was going to arrive late, James broke into a run, grabbing what he needed on his way out. He needed a quick run past sickbay too to inform the duty physician that his daughter was home alone and needed someone to look after her. The doctor promised to inform Storey, who was still on the bridge. Then he caught the medkit that was tossed at him in mid-air and jogged back out again.
All in all, he arrived only a few minutes late, but ended up apologising profoundly for his lack of being on time. A little white-faced with anxiety, James joined Q2 and the marines in their waiting game for permission to depart the Black Tulip. "How long are they going to keep us waiting," he growled as he fiddled with his controls. "The longer we wait, the smaller the chance we'll find Elron and stop whoever is doing this. And here I thought it was just going to be a simple mission." He slammed the console before him in frustration. "It's a disaster!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2007 22:57:14 GMT
On the bridge, Hancock gazed at the viewscreen as the Tulip swung round towards the small fighter craft attacking them. The tactical officer fired off a volley of torpedoes, forcing their attackers to veer away, before bulk of the Sovereign-class pitched up to expose it's ventral side. In so doing, it gave the shuttle the cover it needed to launch and jump to warp.
Commander Disasterman was notably silent throughout the procedure, but he too was watching the viewscreen intently. "The shuttle made it away safely. It's following the Socrates' course at warp 7," reported Hancock from the Science console.
"Thank you, Commander. The other ship?" replied the First Officer. As if in answer, the bridge shuddered under disruptor fire. "They're still focussing their attack on us," the tactical officer reported. "Our targeting sensors still aren't working perfectly, but they're at least accurate enough to fire in the right direction even if they can't get a precise lock."
"Where are those warp engines?!" asked Disasterman impatiently. The question was of course rhetorical. At least, Hancock assumed it was.
Glancing at his console, Hancock's heart suddenly sank. "Commander, the ship's breaking off its attack. I think it's noticed the shuttle's warp trail!" "Lieutenant, fire everything we have. I don't want them following that shuttle." "Aye, sir." As the small alien craft circled the Tulip and prepared to jump to warp, the Tulip fired a tirade of torpedoes and phaser fire. They threw everything they had in the vain hope of scoring some damage. The vessel's nacelles were just about to release the warp field, when the Tulip had an unsual stroke of luck.
"Oh!" exclaimed the tactical officer. "Those last two torpedoes knocked out their aft shields. Their warp engines have over-loaded." "So they're disabled?" The First Officer could hardly believe it either. "At least as much as we are anyway," answered Hancock.
"Looks like they're coming back to have another pop at us," said the lieutenant at the tactical console as the alien ship did an about turn. Meanwhile the shuttle continued on its mission...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2007 19:53:08 GMT
OFF: Okay, just to clarify, i was in the ready room with Q2 then when i left as the ship shuddered and Red Alert sounded i ran out to the bridge where DM was, i then made my way to Sickbay. My post carries on from there, any questions don't hesitate to PM me ON: John steadied himself as the ship shuddered and shook sideways. He sighed and carried on walking towards the mess hall where he was in great need of something to eat and a cup of peppermint tea. John sat at a table and ate a tuna sandwhich, and drunk his tea, the ship violently shook and John was knocked to the floor. He got up, straightened himself, looked around and asked "is everything allright? anyone injured?" Seeing shakes of the head John smiled and got back to his lunch, he took a bite when his combadge chirped =/\=Doctor Storey to the bridge!=/\= 'Oh bugger' John thought to himself as he quickly ate his lunch and recycled it in the replicator. John quickly made his way out of the mess hall, into the turbo lift and onto the bridge. When he strode out onto the bridge he saw something for the books. DM was on the floor, and the crew were trying desperately to get the people that were attacking. John rushed over to DM and said "Report Mr Hancock" as he began to examine DM, who had been rendered unconsciouss by the lat shudder. John looked around, tapped his combadge and said =/\='Holi?'=/\= =/\=Yes Doctor=/\= =/\='DM will be materialising there soon, sort him out or me please'=/\= =/\=Hasn't he just left?=/\= =/\='Apparantly he likes it more than he lets on, Doctor out'=/\= "Computer Transport Commander Disasterman to Sickbay" As DM disappeared in a mist of blue, John settled into the Command chair and sighed, and listened to the report. OFF: Come on everyone <TAG: AE Mann, Lt Hancock>
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2007 20:53:30 GMT
The rescue shuttle arrowed through space in a flight that in no way mirrored that of a banana. Although with the lack of resistive forces, it was quite possible that a banana would in fact fly as straight as an arrow in this environment, proving that great political mind of Marx wrong. The thought flashed oddly through Q2's head, leading him then to wonder why Karl Marx would have said such an odd thing. He shrugged and put it down to the odd times in which he had lived. And the fact he was human. Now that they had almost certainly managed to avoid being chased, the shuttle's crew had settled into a routine nothingness. Many of the marines were writing reports and going through paperwork that they would usually be working on while on ship; but Q2, Flanigan and the andorian chief marine, Captain Tholon, were poring over the details of the Captain's Yacht, trying to work through possible scenarios.
A 'docking' procedure seemed too risky as the chances of the two ships damaging, or even destroying each other was much too high. On the other hand, it seemed unlikely that they would be able to dent the shields enough without doing serious damage, to be able to beam him back. All in all, although it had seemed that the hardest part had been escaping from the assailants back at the Black Tulip, this was fast turning into a dilemma with no easy solution. Q2 frowned. It seemed difficult to imagine that overpowering them was going to work in any way. Which left few alternatives. If somehow they managed to convince the crew to kidnap them, they could then escape, but it was far more likely they would kill them rather than take them captive.. marines didn't provide such a good hostage as an Admiral. Of course, if one of them were to pose as an Admiral, then there was a chance. But even then, one marine would find it very hard to rescue Elron and carry out their escape. And yet..
"We'll offer an exchange of hostages." "They'll never take it, Elron is near enough the top dog for them to get. Unless you suggest dragging Admiral Nova down here, and I hardly think that would work." Q2 smiled. "No, but Admiral Magellan might. Or at least, they might think that we would be stupid enough to try it." "I really don't follow." Flanigan admitted, causing Q2 to smile again. "We offer them an exchange, Elron for Paul Drew. We can argue that Elron has an illness or something and is likely to die soon unless he is treated, meaning he can't help them, but in return we'll send Admiral Paul Drew, slightly Elron's junior, but still a powerful hostage to have. In reality, we will be sending me. The admiral has a few inches on me, from his file.. but other than that I reckon I can pass it off. They won't be stupid enough to go through with the trade, but they will like the idea of having two hostages rather than one. Which means Elron AND myself will be on the yacht, and I'll have a few tricks up my sleeve." "It won't work, they wouldn't fall for it." Tholon offered, entirely unhelpfully. "It might not, but it's worth a shot. We need to make it look like it's our last resort... first simply ask for him back, saying he's useless dead, then try and send someone aboard to cure him, then offer this after some thought."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2007 19:08:42 GMT
"All easier said than done," James argued, turning his seat to face his marine collegue, "but how do you propose to make this plea? We're but a shuttlecraft, and we don't have much firepower to defend ourselves. And if we claim Elron was ill, wouldn't they have noticed by now that we're lying? It has been hours ago since they abducted him, and he wouldn't have had any medication on him as he wasn't quite prepared to be taken was he. So they would notice by now that he isn't ill."
He paused, fixing his gaze on the wall beyond Q2 in thought. "We could, however claim that he is prone to epileptic attaques, and that we need to give him his medication. I could pose as a combat medic assigned to see to his wellbeing, and demand to see him. You would report back to your superiors on how he's treated, but while examining him you could slip him something to make himself really ill, in which case they would be forced to swap with someone else who they think might be valuable. In that case, we could claim you are some admiral or the other, and are willing to take the ill admiral's place."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 16:21:34 GMT
"Oh come on, these guys aren't idiots, they're never going to buy that.. it might be one of the things we suggest first so that they are more willing to run the exchange. Anyway, there are plenty of illnesses that wouldn't have any visible symptoms, and its not like they are going to go through with the exchange anyway, they would just want an extra hostage, we just need to seem desperate enough to try it." He said, trying not to sound too exasperated with the naivity of the suggestion. "And besides, this is a tactical mission, and my recent experience and length of service gives me operational command. Just part of the great service." He said with a broad smile.
He turned to Tholon; "Start transmitting on all channels, right now we just need their attention. We also need to be able to get away quickly if they don't quite fall for it." He noticed an arched eyebrow from Flanigan.
"Aye, but you shouldn't be doing this sir. We are better prepared and trained for it." Now it was Q2's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Firstly, you don't look much like Admiral Drew. Secondly, have you noticed my uniform? Captain." He asked with a smile, but he was starting to get irritated with the constant obstruction. He appreciated that he was new to the crew, even if he had been on board for a while longer, but it was still annoying him.
The marine didn't look best pleased, but his terse reply was in the affirmative. "The signal is being sent sir."
"We need to prepare you." Flanigan commented, whose voice was also clearly showing his objection. "Because even ignoring the physical appearance, your uniform is all wrong."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2007 20:12:51 GMT
The counselor proceeded to pull the marine fatigue's off his fellow counselor, then walked over to the shuttle's replicator and returned with a command coloured uniform, complete with vice admiral's bars. He thrust the bundle into Q2's arms. "Here, put this on, though.." He hesitated, then pushed Q2 down in the nearest seat, walking around him several times in thought.
"Drew is older than you are," he murmured, walking back to the replicator. He returned with a barber's set and started grooming the startled marine counselor until he did somewhat represented Drew's appearance. "That looks better."
Then James pulled a hypospray from a medkit, loaded a separately stored vial and jammed it against Q2's bare arm. "Tracer," he explained, "just in case they have dampening fields. This tracer will still be able to punch through jamming devices, so that we can get you out at all cost."
James looked down at the counselor, who still sat with the uniform clutched in his arms. "Get dressed colonel," he admonished his superior, "they don't wait and we do want our admiral back. And I want it officially noted that I strongly object to this move. I am older than you are, I should be doing this, not you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2007 17:24:37 GMT
All was quiet inside the shuttle Sonney as it sped along. Quiet, that was, until a small beep started. At first it was fairly quiet, but as time went on it became progressively louder and showed no sign of stopping. Eventually the beep was joined by another series of crashing noises as various things were flung across the shuttle.
"Computer, shut up!" L'Ola shouted as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Being woken up by a computer alarm wasn't fun at the best of times, but in this case she really hadn't intended to fall asleep. Just as well the alarm had been set really or... "Computer, what was that alarm for?"
"Time to destination 1 hour"
She looked puzzled for a moment, "And who set the alarm?" As soon as she said it the answer seemed obvious.
"Lucy Kanz"
L'Ola smiled and rolled her eyes. She could always rely on Lucy to keep her organised. It was going to be strange not living with her again.
For the last few months both the Kanz girls had been back on Vulcan helping out L'Ola's adoptive parents with systems testing. Her mother had been ill and bad timing with a sudden influx of work had meant it had been all hands on deck for the entire visit home. The change of pace had done L'Ola some good and her absence had helped in thinking about her priorities. The break also gave the opportunity to move on in terms of assignment. She'd known she would have to leave the Vesuvius eventually but needed a push to move away from her friends.
"Computer, can I have a drink please?" "Please specify beverage" "I don't know, just something to wake me up"
Suprisingly this seemed to work and a glass of some sort of juice appeared in the replicator. Lucy had definitely been allowed to play with the shuttle for too long. L'Ola was almost tempted to experiment with different phrases but remembered that the alarm had gone off for a reason. Sipping her juice she put on her blue-green uniform. It felt a little strange, how long had it been since she'd worn that colour?
The time seemed to fly by, and soon they had reached the USS Black Tulip. "Shuttlecraft Sonney to USS Black Tulip, Commander L'Ola Kanz requesting permission to come aboard. I'm your new Science Officer."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 22:04:45 GMT
Getting really fed up of the constant derision, disapproval and disparagement that he was being faced with, Q2 snapped back at his fellow counsellor's words, his clipped voice seemingly to resound off every surface. “You can have whatever you frigging well like officially noted Commander. I am aware this isn't the ideal plan, and I'm aware that I am not the ideal person to carry it out. However, of the group of us, I am both the most qualified for this kind of role, and more importantly the highest ranked.” He accentuated every syllable in the last two words, hoping to end the argument. Not very tactfully he had to admit, but right now his patience was wearing.
He carelessly removed his marine uniform, strewing it indiscriminately across the shuttle floor, being briefed by Tholon on the layout of the yacht while he did so. Flanigan continued to simmer, but he was at least no longer voicing his concern, which was a relief to the marine/counsellor/admiralty impersonator. Once he was dressed only in a pair of white boxer shorts, he picked up the admiral uniform, and quickly put it on, noticing that Flanigan's iciness had abated slightly, and now he was casually watching Tholon and Q2 run through the tactical details.
Under two minutes later he was stood on the small transporter platform still being briefed by the andorian marine officer, when the comm system powered up. “We're prepared for the switch. Energise in ten seconds.”
“Get ready. If they do send Elron, get him out of here before you think about getting me back again, we can't afford to jeopardise his life further. But they won't send him.” With almost impeccable timing, his last words faded as the transporter beam caught hold of him, pulling him away to the stolen Captains Yacht.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2007 12:32:31 GMT
The time seemed to fly by, and soon they had reached the USS Black Tulip. "Shuttlecraft Sonney to USS Black Tulip, Commander L'Ola Kanz requesting permission to come aboard. I'm your new Science Officer."
John heard the voice come through the comm channels, he turned to the ops officer "open a channel"
When the viewscreen displayed the Commander, John smiled and said "Welcome Commander, you have permission to dock, shuttle bay two, when on board come straight to the bridge please, we have much to discuss"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2007 18:53:43 GMT
*Much to discuss? What could they possibly want to discuss with me already?* she shrugged it off, knowing that the only way to find out was to do as they requested.
Switching off the autopilot L'Ola manually guided the shuttle into bay 2 and carefully set it down. Looking round the Sonney she picked up the various PADDs and personal items she'd managed to scatter around during the journey. Once satisfied that she'd got everything she made her way out, stopping by the door to set the return autopilot. If that shuttle didn't make it back there would be trouble.
Exiting the shuttle bay the science officer did her best to blend in. L'Ola had been careful to download a plan of the ship before her arrival and memorise routes to key areas that she might have to go to from each shuttle bay. The idea had seemed laughable and obsessive at the time but now she was grateful for it. The last thing she wanted was to get lost before even reporting in.
"Okay, so you're saying that the Captain's missing and a pair of COUNSELLORS went out to get him back?" It wasn't the best first impression to make, but a combination of surprise and confusion meant that hiding her dislike of counsellors was the last thing on Commander Kanz's mind.
Storey nodded, "And we have injured crewmembers too."
"So shouldn't you be in sickbay helping out? I can keep an eye on things up here if you want. As much as it's possible to do so anyway..." Her voice trailed off slightly when she realised what she was saying. Five minutes on a new ship with problems she knew nothing about and she was volunteering to help control it. *Welcome back to active duty* she thought, looking at Storey for his response.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2007 20:11:36 GMT
"They won't send him." The words echoed around in James' mind, over and over again as the anxious hours started in the hope both Q2 and Elron would safely return. James knew Q2 wouldn't be able to pull off looking and posing like Vice Admiral Paul Drew. For starters, as argued before, he was too young.
Restlessly, he paced the entire length of the shuttle, back and forth until Tholon bodily forced him down in the then nearest seat. "Doctor please," the marine sighed, "your pacing is driving me nuts!"
"It's taking too long," James argued, "if it takes much longer, we're going to pull him out." He wished Q2 would contact them to let them know he was all right and that he was on his way tracking Elron. "Anything on sensors?"
The marine shook his head. "Nothing."
"Any word from the Tulip? Can we send them a message on a carrier wave disguised as something?"
This time, the marine nodded. "We could give it a go," he replied, and together they set up the disguise and the message, both men relieved to have something constructive to do while they waited for the marine counselor to return.
"Black Tulip if you are receiving, Colonel Q2 has beamed to the Yacht, posing as Admiral Drew," James spoke, though that wasn't quite what he said. He spoke in code but once deciphered that was what his message would sound like. "Please advise, it is taking too long for Q2 to contact us."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2007 17:50:26 GMT
Materialising on the captain's yacht, Q2 was immediately faced with the deep dark barrel of the mean end of a phaser rifle. Staring down it, he considered for a second the metaphor. Were this rifle to end his life, it would all start with a burst of light at the end of that tunnel. His mind had barely made this bizarre connection when he felt his knees buckle underneath him as they were violently knocked from behind, forcing him down onto his knees.
“So, you're Admiral Drew eh?” The gruff voice that came from behind him was slurred, not from drink the marine suspected, but rather a speech impediment. He smiled as an image appeared in his head of a typical pirate deckhand with rugged, not quite ugly features, a scar cutting across the mouth to create the slur, and a streak of white hair. His concentration however, was fixed on the phaser rifle in his face, and the open statement hanging in the air.
“Indeed I am, and I would urge you to consider that I am unlikely to be quite so much value to you dead.” He hadn't much experience of the admiralty, and didn't really know how they were meant to speak. He hedged that the assailants hadn't either.
“Perhaps, perhaps not. But you will be more pliable with such leverage as a phaser rifle, don't ya think?” Again the slurred voice from behind him. “But it matters little what you think, as we have the guns, two admirals as hostage, and you have.. well.. nothing.”
There was a light slap as something hit the ground next to the el-aurian. He cautiously turned to see what it was. A small black blindfold. “Put it on.” Q2 couldn't see to be sure, but he sensed that deckhand was smiling as he said it. The marine started to turn his torso, aiming to get a glance of the man behind him as he picked the blindfold up, but a stern kick in the back and a barked rebuke soon put a stop to that.
The world disappeared, causing his other senses to immediately strain to make up for the loss. He paid closer attention to the whining of the small ship's engines, the life support and climate control systems, the slight brush of air made by the convectional cooling generator. But he didn't hear any movement from either of the two hostiles that he knew were in close proximity to him. They were better than he had thought.
There was faint whistle and then a couple of clangs on the ground beside him. “It's a pair of cuffs, they're left open for you admiral. Put them on behind your back if you will.” Silently, Q2 did as he was asked and heard a slight whirr as the magnetic locks engaged as he placed his hands within the cold metal.
“See, I always heard that starfleet admirals were among the most tactically switched on of any military. And yet it appears that I now have two for the price of one. Which either makes me a brilliant tactic mastermind, or means that you aren't in fact an admiral. Now, I'm the first to admit that I can be something of a cunning genius, and occasionally big-headed, but in this case I'm afraid I'm going to have to err on the side of you being too stupid to deserve those pips.” Deckhand was definitely smiling now, Q2 thought as he felt a tug at his collar, and a light clink as the pip bar bounced on the floor.
The marine was surprised; he hadn't heard the footsteps come up behind him, and yet it was clear that Deckhand was far closer than he had been earlier. These two were certainly more than simply petty assailants, there must be something more at play.
Now he did hear footsteps as Deckhand whirled (presumably dramatically) away from him. “Send a message to the shuttle. Tell them that we're not sending them their admiral back, and we are going to play with our new friend for a while.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2007 16:16:20 GMT
"So shouldn't you be in sickbay helping out? I can keep an eye on things up here if you want. As much as it's possible to do so anyway..." Her voice trailed off slightly when she realised what she was saying. Five minutes on a new ship with problems she knew nothing about and she was volunteering to help control it. *Welcome back to active duty* she thought, looking at Storey for his response.
John looke at her and said "I was assigned to keep things in order Commander, and it SO wouldn't be fair for you to keep control on your first day, what you can do though is head to sickbay, talk to Holi, get checked out and then report back, how does that sound ?"
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