Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on Mar 3, 2014 18:15:35 GMT
Commander Harash-kyat snorted gently as he gazed at the strange device kept safely in a containment device behind a forcefield. It was roughly 30cm round and looked reminiscent of an omelette. Its substance was undoubtedly organic. A soft rubbery orangery brown put pervading it where a number of wires and a series of small coin shaped objects protruded irregularly from it. “Staring at it won’t help” sighed his wife at the next terminal to him, “Well it’s all I have left. It’s defeated every scan I’ve made of it” “That’s just because you’ve not been thorough enough” “Bah” he grunted avoiding Jalli-tol’s harsh glare. He had hoped that now he was acting-CEO that he would have less time to see his wife but as it transpired she was as intrigued by the sabotage device as he was. “I think Dr Lassiter should have a look” he ventured, “Her??? Why involve a Doctor. I am a scientist and your an engineer – who else do we need” “The device is biotic in nature” “Bah” she grunted “What do Doctors know?” Maybe more than we do he thought dryly. “Let’s take a break” he suggested... he thought for a moment Jalli-tol was going to refuse but instead she nodded and added “You’re not having a Raktajino you know how much that keeps you up at night.
Magellan paused as he left his quarters to catch his breath. Dr Lassiter had done her best and he was glad to be alive but he was far from fighting fit. He had in his own way and with help from Laurana come to terms with the loss of his symbiont. Lin and he had endured a troubled bonding and so the sheer disconnection of symbiont lost that would kill most Trill was less of a problem. Granted he did feel a little lost without the memories of Bryson, Gethin and Toya and for the first time in his life an element of doubt in his abilities had surfaced. He had taken to speaking with Garron each day. The young Trill could connect him back with this past selves although the conversations were quite strange. Garron with Lin now had Magellan’s memories up until the transfer and quite often he felt as if Magellan were talking to himself. It was both odd and cathartic. Resuming his walk he made it to the Bridge and cast his eye around. Garron sat at Ops beside the new Andorian helm officer. He made a mental not of speaking to her. An unknown officer stood at Tactical and Ethan sat in the command chair. He waved away the commanders attempt to offer up his seat and sat in the XO’s chair. “Status report please Mr Hope. How long until we get to explore these new star systems? Perhaps our new CNO has the answer and perhaps a choice on which one we investigate first.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:02:43 GMT
It was still too new for Thar to wrap her head around the fact that she was now a member of the senior staff. Even that was hardly the most surprising thing about the mission, and Thar was trying to do her best to handle it without any glitches, to make sure that her transition into that role went as smoothly as it could, so as not to cause the Admiral or Commander Hope any additional consternation. They had enough to worry about without her failing to live up to their expectations, she knew.
Not that she thought she was likely to mess up and move the ship to the wrong location or anything, but she could feel a little more pressure on her shoulders, and Thar did her best to let it roll off, so it wouldn't cause her to make any stupid mistakes. She considered the question, even if it had only half been addressed by her, because it depended on how much they wanted to stress the ship, and how likely they were to be sabotaged again.
"Ninety minutes to the closest, Sir," she said. She was sure that the science officers would have an opinion as to what would be the most interesting to explore, but she didn't spot any in a quick glance around. "It doesn't appear to have any planets in the habitable zone. The closest which fits that description is two hours away." All the times were just estimates, of course, but she'd be happy to make them more precise once she knew where they'd be going and at precisely what speed.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 1:30:32 GMT
(OOC: I read the 1.1 mission and I think I am caught up, but please help me correct any mistakes/continuity issues I might introduce.)
Irzar had been at the bar when the alarms had started blaring. He was halfway through breakfast; plum tea, eggs, and rice. For a moment, Irzar had simply sat and watched the rest of the officers stumbling over themselves as they rushed to their stations. The scene was almost comical, as fully-dressed officers tumbled over chairs in their rush to clear the area. Then Irzar's brain started working. He remembered looking down to see his plate had plenty of food remaining. He stuffed as much in his mouth as he could, downed the rest of the tea, and stood up, hurrying out of the almost vacant room. He was still waking up, he realized. And for the first time in many years, alarms around him indicated something bad was happening. This was not like the Academy, where a part of Irzar had always dismissed the training scenarios as false. And as Irzar fully awoke to the possibility of a serious threat to the ship and his fellow officers, Irzar began to run to his assigned location.
He had seen Sickbay, which was not as full as he had expected. That was when he first learned the transporters were not functioning. Some sort of power failure. The other security officers there had also been unsure what was going on. Irzar had tapped his commbadge and failed to contact his superior. Just as he had departed Engineering, he had met a Marine. The larger, older man had been blunt. The Marine's superior - Major Andier? - was injured, as was Irzar's. The Marine was, of course, not sure who was in charge of Security or Tactical. Irzar had suspected he would be needed on the bridge, but he hoped that his counterpart, Lt. Weyland, would be able to assume security responsibilities. It was not until he had actually reached the bridge (where bloodstains near the turbolift reminded Irzar of the rumors regarding the Admiral) that the short Trill discovered he was the senior officer in his department. Everyone above him had been injured.
Irzar had done his best, checking that all security assignments had been completed; at least one security officer had managed to get to all vital areas of the ship, and virtually everyone was accounted for within an hour. But Irzar recognized how unprepared he was. He could manage the Tactical station on the bridge. He could order the rest of the security officers around and meticulously account for all personnel. It was his duty to protect the acting captain, Commander Hope, from immediate threats that almost terrified Irzar. How could someone as small as Irzar hope to defend a larger man, who from all appearances seemed perfectly capable of defending himself?
Why was the Marine CO injured? Why can't Starfleet separate Tactical and Security departments? I'm an academic, not a brawler.
Despite Irzar's initial nervousness, everything had gone smoothly. The ship appeared to be more or less safe, no one was bleeding to death on the bridge, and Commander Hope was alive and well. Irzar had settled in to his new position with little discomfort.
It was not until the Admiral had appeared on the bridge that Irzar felt a little angry at his superior officer's decision to remain on the ship. Irzar kept his gaze locked on his station and quelled his curiosity. How the older joined Trill had managed to survive losing his symbiont was unknown to Irzar. Why he was still on the ship, and not headed back in the shuttle with the rest of the badly injured personnel, was even more perplexing. But for reasons unknown to Ensign Irzar Torbin, the Admiral walked onto the bridge and sat down next to Commander Hope.
I should really meet with the CMO and find out how closely she is monitoring the Admiral's health. Maybe she can explain why he's still here.
“Status report please Mr Hope," said the Admiral. "How long until we get to explore these new star systems? Perhaps our new CNO has the answer and perhaps a choice on which one we investigate first.”
"Ninety minutes to the closest, Sir," said the CNO. "It doesn't appear to have any planets in the habitable zone. The closest which fits that description is two hours away."
Irzar remained silent. He had to admit, the Admiral's rank intimidated him. And despite the perhaps reckless decision to remain on the ship despite the loss (or transfer, Irzar supposed was the correct term) of his symbiont, Irzar was also forced to respect the Admiral's resolve. With no opportunity to ever be joined to a symbiont, Irzar could only imagine what the loss of a symbiont could do to a host. To see the Admiral up and moving so soon after his loss was impressive, to say the least.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Mar 10, 2014 17:14:59 GMT
Magellan suppressed a shudder of pain and tried to maintain a calm exterior. He could feel the denevan slime devil inside him. It wasn’t still and compliant like a symbiont but moved and flexed. It was unnatural and it was all he could do not to rip at his inside and tear out the parasite living within him. To do so he knew would mean certain death.
He looked around the bridge. He had gone from a ship of experienced officers to one manned mainly by Ensigns. This wouldn’t ordinarily be a problem but their situation was far from ordinary, they were light years from the nearest starbase and they were headed into danger not away from it. Feeling another wave of pain in his abdomen Magellan stifled a cry and got up from his chair. He smiled at Ethan,
“Begin a level 1 scientific survey of the first star system. Have the gamma shift run it. Rest of you get some down time and convene for a briefing in one hour.”
He struggled along the walkway and into the main ready room. Crossing to the desk he sank heavily into it. Opening a pouch at his waist he withdrew a hyposyringe and fitted a vial of greenish liquid. Inserting the isoboramine in the barrel he injected the drug directly into his stomach and breathed a sigh of relief as the hormone began to act and soothed the pains of having lost a symbiont. Feeling better he turned on his console and called up the relevant documents that he had been reviewing periodically since the mission began. He rubbed his chin as he thought about what was to come and how he was no longer sure if his crew... if he was capable anymore.
Pulling open a draw he removed a steel box. The box was smooth to the touch and appeared seamless. He ran his hand over its surface moving his fingers to precise points along its edge. There was a soft clink as a catch was released and a hiss as the box slid open. Inside, a small mass of gelatinous tissue pulsed gently with an amber glow. Tentatively he reached forward and touched it. It responded to his touch by flashing with some kind of bioluminescence and emitted a soft hum. Shaking his head wearily he shut the box and returned it to his desk.
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Ethan Hope
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Post by Ethan Hope on Mar 27, 2014 0:39:35 GMT
"Admiral, all systems are running at nominal levels, we are awaiting your final instructions before we begin anew," Ethan reported as he looked towards his commanding officer. From everything that had been explained to him, Magellan Lin had just experienced one of the most traumatizing events in a Trill's life. For a human there was nothing comparable to the loss of multiple life times, but Ethan believed he could empathize with his superior. Yet it was obvious to everyone that Magellan was also in extreme discomfort, but according to the doctor there was no changing his mind. He would stay on the Victory and make sure she lived up to her predecessor's name. Ethan knew that if push came to shove, he would defer to his captain's decisions even though he was not fully cleared for duty.
"Begin a level 1 scientific survey of the first star system. Have the gamma shift run it. Rest of you get some down time and convene for a briefing in one hour.”
"Yes sir, Gamma shift is already on its way," Ethan said proud that he had been able to anticipate the Admiral's orders," they should be coming in any second."
The Admiral didn't reply, but quietly smiled. It was a bit disconcerting, but Ethan would have to live with it. As the Gamma shift arrived, the Alpha shift quickly made its way out. They were ready to get going, but they were not going to pass up some unexpected rest and relaxation. The last to arrive was Ethan's relief, but Ethan didn't mind. The past couple of weeks the bridge had become his home and for the first time since joining the Victory, it felt like home.
"Commander Hope, Lieutenant Marks reporting in for Gamma shift," the Lieutenant said clearly nervous. Marks was new to the Victory and this would be the first time that he would be in charge of the bridge.
"Lieutenant, just breathe, everything will be alright," Ethan said as he jotted a few things down on the padd and quickly made his way towards the lift. Ethan knew that he wouldn't have enough time to get a proper meal, but a quick snack would work just fine. "Mess hall"
The quick dissent towards the mess didn't allow Ethan any time to think about the important things in life, but he knew that as this experiment in command continued he would need to feel comfortable making life and death decisions on the fly. It was something that conflicted with his operations background, but it had to be done.
"Commander, do you want something cooked or replicated," the chef asked as soon as he saw Ethan," I made some chicken masala and some uttaberry crêpes."
"Chef I'm never one to say no to home made food," Ethan said as he took a seat and waited to be served. Two plates and some juice were brought and Ethan couldn't deny that the food looked delicious.
"Enjoy, the rest of the senior staff has enjoyed it, but I think they might be trying to spare my feelings," the chef said as he waited for Ethan to try the food. Ethan took a quick bite and immediately fell in love. Yes chef would make the food of choice. Within in a matter of minutes, Ethan had finished his meal and sat quietly. He would get to work soon enough, but right now he would enjoy himself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 23:40:34 GMT
It took Thar a moment to realize that she wouldn't be present for the gamma shift because she wasn't gamma shift any longer. That she was the one being relieved, not just starting her shift. It was a bit of an exhilarating thought, the sort of thing that somehow made her field assignment feel a lot more real. She was going to be much more in the middle of the action now than she had been before, and she wasn't sure yet if that would prove a good thing or not. Still, she knew that it was a necessary one, that she needed to fill in for navigational duties and as a member of the senior staff, which meant it didn't matter if it would be good for her or not. It was what she would be doing.
The opportunity for down time was much appreciated, because as much as everyone wanted to be the ideal officer, with the ability to keep going without ever needing to catch their breath or thoughts, Thar knew that she herself wasn't there, probably wouldn't be there any time soon. She could fake it when she had to, could keep running on adrenaline during an emergency, but now in particular she could well use half an hour or so to sort through everything that had changed, to make sure that she'd be able to run in the right direction when it came to it.
True to her plan, she spent the first half hour just pacing the small area of her room, letting her thoughts go in whatever direction they pleased. Being here like this didn't make her feel trapped, it was sort of the opposite. The rest of the ship was a lot bigger, had a lot more open space, but while she was on the Victory this room counted as home, and Thar did her best to remember that, and to treat it as such.
Having managed to get her thoughts in some semblance of order, to be sure enough of herself that she could act as chief navigator of a starship, Thar settled down for a quick meal of (replicated) lamb stew and a glass of fridd that led her to feel much refreshed, before she headed to the briefing room, confident of finding it and being just a little early. She didn't know any of the alpha shift personnel on any sort of personal level, and she knew that now wouldn't really be the time to play at introductions, but she still figured she could observe them and interact with them, and conduct herself in such a way as to form a good impression.
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Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on Mar 30, 2014 15:16:19 GMT
Feeling more energised by the latest isoboramine injection Magellan at last felt himself enough (whatever that was now) to make his way to the Briefing Room. He knew he should have eaten, perhaps even got some sleep but life at the top often didn’t give you want you wanted. Besides being on your own in your quarters without the company of the other memories was less than desirable. It was a side effect of the condition that Magellan had not anticipated. He didn’t exactly mourn the loss of Lin, the symbiont still lived but Lin’s loss had left him feeling literally and emotionally empty.
He passed quickly through the ship, being an Admiral had its advantages most were too scared to talk to you and turbolift cars became instantly empty allowing a fast passage. The Briefing Room was one of two on the ship that could be used for command level meetings. The Victory had been designed this way so that Magellan could hold fleet level meetings without interfering with the ships Captains duites, that was of course now moot. Notwithstanding Hopes experience he wasn’t yet capable enough for sole command of a ship such as this for a mission such as this. Hope was a caretaker captain , someone who Magellan could trust to keep the Victory together whilst he pondered on... what, what did he have to ponder on. A great much it transpired. Magellan noted that the young Andorian Ensign was already present when he arrived and he greeted her warmly. He eased himself into his chair as Harash-kyat and Jalli-tol the pair of Grazerite s that now filled in at Engineering and Science Dr Lassiter arrived next fixing him with a glare that reiterated her belief that he had been first on the medical shuttles that had returned to the Alpha Quadrants. Commander Hope arrived with the new Tactical officer and completed the senior staff compliment. “Thank you for coming” He began “Many of you must be bewildered by this mission and why it still continues given what has happened. I can now fill you in on the importance. Six months ago my Companion Laurana came to my previous posting – Starbase Assailant in some distresss. Whilst on Trill she had been approached by an old nemesis of mine Dr Kavek. A scientific genius Kavek was responsible for horrific experiments using the Omega Particle.” He paused “Kavek came to her pursued by three unknown assailants. He died in Lauranas arms with instructions to take a package to me.” He held up a PaDD,
“It took the finest minds at the Daystom Institute three months to break the encryption and reveal the information. All it contained was a file regarding the production of the production of isomorphic injections in a facility on the moon of Andor. A Starfleet intelligence team raided the facility to find that the lab had been cleared. Isomorphic injections are used exclusively by Species 8472 to become humanoid. Command believe that they have started to infiltrate positions of power in the Federation. We know from Voyagers records that Species 8472 are incredibly fractious and we believe not all our against the Federation. Given my link to Dr Kavek and Laurana and my diplomatic work in the ending of the Tholian War I was given command of the Victory to come to the Delta Quadrant and locate Species 8472 and negotiate a settlement. It appears our saboteur does’nt want this to succeed.”
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Magellan realised this was a lot to take in but he needed them to understand what was at stake. “Originally the Marine contingent were to escort me to somewhere we could make peaceful contact. Obviously plans change. Instead I want Ensigns Sh’Ktress and Torbin to escort me aboard a runabout to locate a colony of 8472 and broker some kind of deal. Commander Hope you and Dr lassiter and Jalli Tol need to identify and capture the saboteur I suspect they are still aboard. Someone doesn’t want me making this meeting.” “Okay – thats enough from me. Its irregular but so is this mission – what do you think about it all”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 9:09:57 GMT
Irzar hurried down the corridor. It would be bad to arrive late to his first senior staff meeting - though Irzar thought calling the current collection of department heads the "senior staff" was somewhat generous - and the meeting was due to start in less than a minute. Irzar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Commander Hope walking down the corridor from the other direction. They arrived at the door at the same time, and Irzar waited for his superior to enter first, then followed him in to see a full room. He took his seat just before the Admiral began to speak.
“Thank you for coming” He began “Many of you must be bewildered by this mission and why it still continues given what has happened. I can now fill you in on the importance.
Six months ago my Companion Laurana came to my previous posting – Starbase Assailant in some distresss. Whilst on Trill she had been approached by an old nemesis of mine Dr Kavek. A scientific genius Kavek was responsible for horrific experiments using the Omega Particle.” He paused “Kavek came to her pursued by three unknown assailants. He died in Lauranas arms with instructions to take a package to me.”
Irzar looked away from the Admiral, focusing on a blank spot on the wall behind him. He was not sure where this was leading, or who Dr. Kavek was.
The Admiral held up a PaDD. “It took the finest minds at the Daystom Institute three months to break the encryption and reveal the information. All it contained was a file regarding the production of the production of isomorphic injections in a facility on the moon of Andor. A Starfleet intelligence team raided the facility to find that the lab had been cleared. Isomorphic injections are used exclusively by Species 8472 to become humanoid. Command believe that they have started to infiltrate positions of power in the Federation.
We know from Voyagers records that Species 8472 are incredibly fractious and we believe not all our against the Federation. Given my link to Dr Kavek and Laurana and my diplomatic work in the ending of the Tholian War I was given command of the Victory to come to the Delta Quadrant and locate Species 8472 and negotiate a settlement. It appears our saboteur does’nt want this to succeed.”
Irzar looked around the room, but no one appeared to have a particularly powerful urge to speak, so he cleared his throat. "Sir, I apologize if I misunderstand, but it sounds like you think at least one specimen of Species 8472 has infiltrated this ship. That is a serious security breach. I would like to assign a few security officers to accompany you and Commander Hope until we have identified or neutralized the threat. I... don't mean to contradict you, sir, and perhaps I'm being paranoid, but I would be cautious about making assumptions as to the number of saboteurs that may be on this ship."
"Any species that can change its form creates paranoia, but that doesnt mean that they aren't out to get you" Magellan replied before continuing,
“Originally the Marine contingent were to escort me to somewhere we could make peaceful contact. Obviously plans change. Instead I want Ensigns Sh’Ktress and Torbin to escort me aboard a runabout to locate a colony of 8472 and broker some kind of deal. Commander Hope you and Dr lassiter and Jalli Tol need to identify and capture the saboteur I suspect they are still aboard. Someone doesn’t want me making this meeting.”
“Okay – thats enough from me. Its irregular but so is this mission – what do you think about it all”
Irzar didn't like it, is what he thought. But he did not speak again, as he had nothing further to offer. He did glance at the CMO. Irzar was not sure how Commander Hope and Dr. Lassiter would go about searching for the saboteur(s), but Irzar had a strong desire to attach a security detail to Sickbay. He could wait to speak privately to those officers, though.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Apr 8, 2014 9:21:54 GMT
Magellan surveyed the faces of the officers before him and was reminded how little he knew about them. Whilst on Satrbase Assailant or even in command of the old Victory he had always had friends with him. He knew all his crew, their strengths and weakness. This crew though were alien to him, almost as alien as he felt to himself. He would just have to trust to commands good judgement and the decisions he had made thus far.
There was little real discussion after what he had announced people tended to avoid contradicting an Admiral and Magellan always felt the pips intimidated too much. Respect was one thing but Starfleet officers need to be confident in what they did otherwise accidents could occur.
"Very well. I guess we'll leave it at that. I plan to leave by the end of the day... say 1800 hours. Ensign Torbin liase with Ensign ch'Ketres to decide on a suiable craft. Ensure only a mninmal and screened team join us. I don't want the saboteur with us but safely trapped on the Victory where Mr Hope can trap them."
"I have a question" Jalli-tol snorted through her flapping nostrils, "How do you plan to fid this colony. For all we know all the Species 8472 are in Fluidic Space."
"Ah yes" Magellan noted "I have a... device... entity. call it what you will. Its a bio-organic thing that is capable of triangulating Species 8472 psionic waves. I think it is a kind of long range commnicator or booster for them. Its currently in a shielded box in my ready room. Once clear of the Victory we will use this to locate a colony. I ve been using it sparingly so far to put us in generally the right place. okay everybody, you have your assignments lets get to work."
Cautiously he eased himself from his chair and noted that the last isoboramine injection had not lasted as long as the previous one. He smiled weakly at the rest of teh staff and then departed for the sanctity of his quarters.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 0:57:34 GMT
Thar was certainly among those who felt intimated by the Admiral -- by both his title and the experience that he must have had in order to get to that title. Still, she did her best to respond to his greeting, to reply to the warmth of it with a smile and something that was professional and appropriate, but not cold. After all, he was a person as well as her commander, and he had had a hard time of it lately. Harder than she had thought, it seemed, at least when he explained the mission. It seemed a heavy burden for anyone, even someone used to that sort of responsibility.
"We know from Voyagers records that Species 8472 are incredibly fractious and we believe not all our against the Federation. Given my link to Dr Kavek and Laurana and my diplomatic work in the ending of the Tholian War I was given command of the Victory to come to the Delta Quadrant and locate Species 8472 and negotiate a settlement. It appears our saboteur doesn't want this to succeed."
Chetharie was mature enough not to let her jaw drop when Admiral Lin started to talk about species 8472, but she still wasn't expecting to be doing much more than navigating the Victory where she needed to go. She could berate herself for her own stupidity, of course being a member of the senior staff meant more than simply sitting at her station during alpha shift hours. Still, she couldn't form her own thoughts well enough into something more concert to ask a question, because what he had said was plenty clear enough.
"Very well. I guess we'll leave it at that. I plan to leave by the end of the day... say 1800 hours. Ensign Torbin liase with Ensign ch'Ketres to decide on a suitable craft. Ensure only a minimal and screened team join us. I don't want the saboteur with us but safely trapped on the Victory where Mr Hope can trap them."
"Yes sir." Thar stood as the Admiral did, waiting for him to go before she turned to Ensign Torbin, offering her hand out to him. "I haven't worked with you before, but I'm sure we'll both do the best that we can now. I suspect that the size of the security contingent you think is necessary will determine exactly what craft we should take." Although certainly things like manoeuvrability, speed, and security would be significant factors as well. Thar started to walk out of the conference room, towards the bay, in the thoughts that they could look over their options to help them decide.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 21:57:16 GMT
Ensign ch'Ketres turned to Irzar, offering her hand out to him. "I haven't worked with you before, but I'm sure we'll both do the best that we can now. I suspect that the size of the security contingent you think is necessary will determine exactly what craft we should take."
Irzar nodded and shook her hand before following the Andorian out of the conference room. "Given the Admiral's instruction to limit our security force, I think I'll only bring two additional security officers with us. If it is acceptable to you, I would like to run a thorough diagnostic on whatever craft you advise we take. Is that all right?"
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"I'll need to screen at least one engineer so I can trust the person scanning the shuttle for any oddities. And I'll need to get started soon on my own people, to make sure none of them are the saboteur," said Irzar. "I'd also like to do a short background check on you, too; I don't suspect you, but we can't take any risks with the people who will be accompanying the Admiral this evening. So, if you could spare the time, I'd like to interview you at your convenience."
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After finishing their business in the docking bay, Irzar thanked Ensign ch'Ketres for her help and headed directly to Main Engineering. He needed to speak with the CEO about requisitioning one of the engineers. It occurred to Irzar that perhaps Commander Harash-kyat was elsewhere, so he tapped his commbadge.
"Ensign Torbin to Commander Harash-kyat. Sir, I would like to borrow one of your engineers to inspect the Admiral's shuttle prior to our departure. Is there anyone you could spare?"
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Post by Magellan Lin on Apr 15, 2014 12:19:47 GMT
Following the briefing Harash-kyat left his wife talking with Dr Lassiter about the various ways in which the sabateur could be indentifed and caught.
He took this opportunity to quickly pop into engineering and to check that all as operating as expected. He hadn't had much time to interact with Hawthorne whilst she was CEO but it seemed on reflection now that she ran a fairly tight ship. Engineering was working efficently but even so the weary Grazerite could see several improvements that were needed. Such improvements would have to wait until later. Parts of the ship were still damaged and repair teams were working around the clock to get the Victory back into full working order.
After a circuit of the warp core and a quick check of the master diagnostics board he settled himself into the small annex in the room that served as the Duty Engineers office. He barel sat down as the comm network chirrped.
"Ensign Torbin to Commander Harash-kyat. Sir, I would like to borrow one of your engineers to inspect the Admiral's shuttle prior to our departure. Is there anyone you could spare?"
Spare? Did'nt the man understand that under his watch no officer was left idle or spare. Calming his fraying nerves he repsonded,
"I do not have anyone spare. However if it is the Admirals vessel that requires checking then I would trust it to no one but myself. Where are you?"
Torbin was a little taken aback by the Grazerites abruptness, "I was on my way to Engineering"
"Irrelevant, I shall meet you at the Shuttle Bay and conduct the inspection myself. Harash-kyat out"
Without waiting for a reply he got up and collected a engineering kit from the Locker. Walking swiftly through the lower decks he reached the shuttle deck before realising that he had no idea which craft the Ensign had selected for the job. He felt a little foolish for a second and then decided to blame the ensigns youth for not telling him straight away - assured he was still infalliable he now decided he had a choice to make.
He looked at the line up of shuttles, rundabouts and flyers and realsied he had absolutley no idea which one would be used. His stubborn pride meant that asking Torbin was out of the question. He pondered a moment and then acted. If he didn't know which one then he would just start with the one in front of him and work backwards. With some ire he realsied that this could take sometime.
Popping open his tool kit he opened up the engine cover on the first of the 20 craft held in the bay.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 22:01:07 GMT
"Of course I have no problem with you running a diagnostic," Thar said, doing her best to sound reasonable, because she agreed with the decision, because it was good that the security officer had been the one to suggest it.
She had a favorite runabout, what navigation officer wouldn't, and it was certainly up to the task that they'd been assigned, so that choice, at least, was made easily enough. So long as it checked out, that there weren't any signs of sabotage. At least Thar was new enough to this ship and knew few enough people that she didn't have to worry about anyone being able to predict that she would have picked this one. She walked straight to it, trusting Torbin to follow, as she did a quick visual, nothing like what the assigned engineer would do, but better than absolutely nothing.
"I'd also like to do a short background check on you, too; I don't suspect you, but we can't take any risks with the people who will be accompanying the Admiral this evening. So, if you could spare the time, I'd like to interview you at your convenience."
A little paranoia went a long way in a security setting, and particularly so in this one, given what they'd all already gone through. "Whenever you want to interview me is fine. I'll want to run some diagnostics myself on the navigation system, but I don't see any reason why I wouldn't be able to work that around whatever schedule is convenient for you. This mission is both of ours top priority, of course, and it sounds like you have more to do to prepare than I do."
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Post by Magellan Lin on Apr 27, 2014 14:48:09 GMT
Magellan gave the young officers an hour to prep the shuttle and then decided that he could wait no longer. He pulled out a standard starfleet pack and quickly began to fill it. At his desk he removed the suspected Species 8472 communication device and carefully placed it in the pack. Next he stopped by sickbay and had Dr Lassiter give him a weeks supply of Isoboramine.
"Going to leave without me?" Laurana noted dryly as he left the sickbay, "Not at all" Magellan lied, "On my way to see you now" Laurana rolled her eyes, "Not likely. Not when you have a mission to perform. Go on be on with you. Just..." she paused as if searching for the right words, "Be careful. You not the man you once were" For some reason these words seemed to sting more coming from her and he bit back a pithy response. It was true he was just a shadow of himself but that was unchangeable now he must learn to live in the solitude of a single mind, "I ll be fine" he bit back. We'll talk later" He swept past Laurana and into a turbolift where he found Ethan waiting. "Shuttle Bay" he commanded the lift, "You sure your up to this" Hope asked, Magellan fixed him with a steely glare, "Its my job as XO to say it" Magellan nodded, "I understand but this is my responsibility. While I m gone look after the ship and be ready for anything. Find that Sabateur and do it fast" "Yes sir" Hope replied as the doors opened on to the bay.
"Okay lets get going" Magellan ordered to Ensigns sh'Ketres and Torbin. He trotted up the ramp and slung his pack into one of the storage compartments. "This is your role now Ensign" he said to the Andorian, "Get us to a habitable spot on one of these planets where we can activate the device and find a local colony."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 0:38:45 GMT
"Yes Sir." As nervous as she had found herself about practically every other aspect of being a member of the senior staff, this part was both straightforward and completely understandable for Thar. It was her role, yes, but this was the role she had been trained for, the sort of thing that, even though with this mission she knew she had to assume they would come under attack, was exactly what she had trained for. Exactly what she had spent hours upon hours and days upon nights pouring over in holo-simulations.
The controls were comfortable in her hand, and she even thought she might be capable of some small talk without making too much of a fool of herself, although only time would prove if that assumption was correct. And while this might not be the time for talking, she <em>was</em> a member of the senior staff now, for better or worse, and there were times she would need to feel more comfortable addressing her commanding officer.
"Sir, may I ask a question? Do you think Species 8472 knows that we're coming? Or why?" If their saboteur was internal to Starfleet, then there were concerns to do with that, but Chetharie wasn't sure which situation was less bad (since neither could be called 'good'). She probably should have asked the question during the briefing, but she hadn't thought of it until later.
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Post by Magellan Lin on May 21, 2014 19:11:30 GMT
Char was certainly proving herself as a pilot. Helm control was something Magellan had never mastered in the lower ranks and once he reached Captaincy most of the flying was done by others. She seemed relax whilst flying but less so when speaking, he wasn't sure if it was the nature of the mission or his presence that was causing the unease.
"To be honest" Magellan replied "I m not sure. We know that there are different factions of 8472. Most seem bent on our destruction but Voyager did encounter at least one group that are willing to talk. We're trying to reach them. As for the sabateur he could be someone from Command who disagrees with the plan or and 8472 in disguise."
"Approaching the planet" Torbin replied from the co-pilot seat,
"I m taking us in" Char reported "Theres some atmospheric disturbance so this could be rough... buckle up"
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As the craft finally settled on the ground Magellan unbuckled himself and pulled free his back pack. Wincing as he twisted.
"On second Sir" Torbin interrupted "You're not going anywhere until i have established a secure perimeter and scouted the area. We know nothing about this planet or how lives here."
"Very well ensign go ahead but make it quick."
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 19:33:31 GMT
Harash-kyat left the shuttle bay and watched the Admirals away team leave. He retraced his steps towards Engineering but before he reached the turbolift his wife emerged from a corridor. “There you are” she whined “Ive been looking for you everywhere” “I had orders to fulfil.” “We all do. Thats why I am here. I have been trying to find you. I have made some progress with the bio-sabotage device.” “And you telling me because...” Jalli-tol snorted and rolled her eyes, “Because you are my bond mate and an engineer” “So you want my help” “I wouldn’t say help but your assistance would speed up the task.” “Very well” Harash-kyat acquiesced “Where to?” “Med Lab 2”
Med Lab 2 was a functional sort of room. Like most of the labs on the Victory it was designed to fulfil a specific role and was equipped accordingly. The sabotage device was positioned on a pedestal in the centre of the room with a range of scanners pointed at it. “As you can see I have conducted all the preliminary external exams but now I wish to look inside.” “You have a scalpel” Jalli-tol favoured him with dry look, “Yes and its surface is quasi-piezoelectric with thixotropic properties. The more pressure I apply to cut it the stronger it becomes and if i use a laser scalpel it uses that energy to reinforce itself.” “Clever” Harash-kyat nodded with fascination. “Perhaps... maybe... ah yes if we” he was already moving, pushing Jalli-tol to one side and beginning to manipulate the surrounding apparatus. “Its rather old school but a simple X ray scan will reveal interface power nodes. Then a focused neutron beam should permeate the surface and depolarise them rendering the piezoelectric effect inert. Try now” Jalli-tol approached the surface with a standard neutronium bladed scalpel. Cautiously she applied pressure until the blade began to bite and create a simple incision. The incision was broadened to create a flap in the organic like skin. Beneath were a series of lights and wires and all seemed to connect to a sac like object in the centre. “This looks like the data-processing centre. Its brain I suppose.” Cautiously she disconnected the wires to reveal more of the sac. It seemed bound by some kind of polymer casing. Collecting a syringe she carefully inserted the needle into the sac and withdrew a sample of the thick goo within. She tapped the side of the syringe and transferred the sample to a specimen tube. She shook the tube once and then inserted it into the bio-molecular analyser and keyed in a standard array test. Within seconds a result was visible. “Well I didn't expect that” “Expect what?” Harash-kyat replied coming along side to view the results. “The central processing core is not of Species 8472 design. The bio-molecular traces show only proteins coded by a double helix and not a triple and...” she paused. Harash-kyat wasn’t whether this was for effect or if she truly was shocked by the results. “And?” “And” she continued “the closest match the computer has of the gelatinous processing material is that which is found in Starfleet Standard issue Bio-neural Gel Packs. This device is Federation made”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 2:30:50 GMT
Flying wasn't easy -- Chetharie knew enough about it that she could say that for a certainty -- and familiarity didn't breed simplicity, but it was complex in a way that flowed, branches of the path all coming together in a way that might be called organic but to her simply meant that it could be felt more so than understood. Conversations tended to jump in all sorts of directions, by comparison, and when talking to the Admiral about the topic of the mission she felt she had to be more careful which directions it went in, had to make sure that she didn't do anything which accidentally offended.
His answer satisfied her curiosity, even if it wasn't really enough information to proceed from a logistical standpoint, from the point of view where they wanted all their hybor in a row so that they would know what chances their attempts at negotiation would really go. She might have thought of something else to ask, or at least a way to wrap up the conversation, but Thar was grateful to sink into her ship and focus on the landing instead. It wasn't smooth coming in, and it wasn't the best that anyone from Starfleet would have been able to do, but she knew her ship, even when it was just a runabout, and she could bring them down through the difficult atmosphere to the ground without anyone losing their lunch -- or worrying that they might crash -- and she knew that wasn't nothing.
Still, after the landing she couldn't blame anyone for feeling grateful to be able to plant their feet on solid ground. Her eyes flicked to Magellan as he winced, trying not to seem like that was what she was doing, trying not to make it obvious that she was concerned. After all, the Admiral was a lot stronger and had a lot more experience surviving than she could possibly give him credit for.
She set about securing the ship while she waited for Torbin to do what he had insisted on -- and what she had to admit made sense, given the circumstances they were walking into -- making sure the parking brake was on, and all the other things. They didn't take very long -- runabouts in particular were designed to securely land with a minimal amount of fuss -- but she double-checked everything, trying not to let the time they were waiting be a waste.
"Would you like me to stay with the ship or come with, Sir?" she asked, while they waited. There were advantages to both, certainly, but she couldn't deny that she'd be most comfortable staying with her hands on the controls. Not that her comfort was anywhere near the most important thing here.
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Post by Meylor Paht on Jun 2, 2014 5:46:34 GMT
Commander Meylor felt a palpable sense of relief as his runabout, the Congo, made its final approach to the Victory's main shuttle bay. Thus far, his winding journey from the Betreka Nebula to this godforsaken corner of the Delta Quadrant had been an unnerving one at best. The small technical crew accompanying him seemed largely in agreement with this assessment, and all agreed that their eventual sighting of the USS Victory after a nearly three days of unintentional course deviation (or `rough seas` as one laconic crewman referred to it) due to gravitic shearing in the Turei subspace corridors was a welcome end to an unexpectedly wild trip. Just what their new assignment held in store for them, particularly as it was so far from familiar space, remained to be seen, but at least they all knew they would be out on the frontier again in a ship, by all accounts, renowned for its capability to explore the outermost reaches of the cosmos.
Meylor perhaps more than the others, however, was eager to get back to exploring. Despite the fact that he had spent the better part of the last five years policing a colony in an entirely different quadrant, that experience had proven to be as domestic as anything back home in the Bajoran system. New Sahving might still qualify as a frontier outpost in the relatively unfamiliar Gamma Quadrant, but in the few short years since its founding it had become as settled as so many of the Alpha Quadrant colonies before it, with all the logistical, political, and social problems that status quo entailed. Not that life there was routine; far from it. Being largely self-sufficient in a foreign sector half a galaxy away from their homeworld, and often frequented by entirely new species using your new home as a way station in an interplanetary crossroads could hardly be considered a `routine` experience for anyone involved. And, indeed, Meylor had been pretty heavily involved in colonial security during the settlement's formative period, giving him a new perspective on inter-species relations. Which was a nice way of saying that the whole thing had hardened him pretty quick to colonial life, and not without picking up an unhealthy dose of cynicism in the process. Along with a a few bruises, both physical and emotional, his time on that frontier had left him decidedly disillusioned, and ready for a change of pace.
Which, as usual for him, meant returning to Starfleet. It was on board a starship that he had come to feel most comfortable, despite not having always formed lasting relationships there, as he had planetside. It was the technical conundrums, and yes, the challenge of the unknown that ultimately lead him to return for additional Academy training, to complete the Engineering courses he had always excelled at when he first enlisted but had too often pushed aside in favor of other pursuits. Now, however, was the time for him to explore new territory, both personally and professionally, and a mission to the exotic Delta Quadrant seemed just the ticket. When he'd heard that the Victory had previously departed on such a mission with short notice, and had quickly encountered a shortage of personnel as well, he leapt at the chance to fill that niche. Having just returned from a training cruise, freshly minted as a qualified starship Engineer, the order to join the crew of the Victory was a welcome surprise.
`Tractor beam secure; bay doors closing` came the announcement over the intercom as the Congo came to rest on the shuttlebay deck. His technical crew immediately sprang into action, moving their equipment out and consulting with the Victory personnel as to the destination of their supplies. Meylor himself headed for the nearest turbolift to the Engine Room, having received word from the senior deck officer that his expertise was needed there ASAP due to warp drive difficulties. Here we go again he mused, wondering what new predicament he'd got himself into, while simultaneously revelling in the urgency. He was grateful to dispense with the pleasantries of a new posting and get right down to work.
Meanwhile, one of Meylor's technical crew from the runabout, a short, unassuming crewman steered his antigrav full of containers into the corridor and towards the nearest Jeffries tube junction. Once there, he carefully removed both a toolkit and sealed storage canister from one of the containers, pushed the antigrav out of the corridor into a nearby alcove and made his way down the maintenance tunnel. The few passersby who noticed his activity gave it not a second thought; the ship was at Yellow Alert, and they all had more important tasks to focus on. The crewman seemed to be just another tech doing his part to get the ship back on its feet. It was exactly this relative anonymity he was counting on, and as he set about accessing a seemingly non-vital ODN relay deep in the bowels of the engineering hull, he knew it would be one of the last places anyone would look for sabotage...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 9:35:59 GMT
“And” she continued “the closest match the computer has of the gelatinous processing material is that which is found in Starfleet Standard issue Bio-neural Gel Packs. This device is Federation made” Before Harash-Kyat could respond further his badge chirruped and he was alerted to a situation in Engineering. “WHAT” he grunted bellicosely “We have detected an unauthorised interaction with one of the ODN relays.” “so….” “Er well” stammered the Crewman “Commander Hope ordered us to watch for any discrepancies and this is well… one of them.” “Very well” Harash-kyat snorted “Kyat out”. Rising quickly he turned to his bondmate, “You should take our findings to Commander Hope” Jalli-tol bristled and fixed him with a steely glare, “My findings and yes I was going to see Commander Hope. I don’t need you to tell me what to do” “You telling me” Harash-kyat retorted with a sigh “Yes I am” Jalli-tol replied, unwilling to let her bondmate get the last word “No be off with you. I don’t want to see you until supper” Harash-kyat relented and left the Med Lab, “If I’m lucky I’ll get supper elsewhere” he muttered under his breath.
Feeling that he had put his wife in her place he proceeded to the nearest Engineering Sub-terminal to check the ODN problem. He scanned through the reams of data and soon identified what the Crewman was talking about. He scowled as he noticed that the particular relay was relatively unimportant one. The crewman was undoubtedly jumping at shadows, but nevertheless it was kind of on his way back to Engineering. He made his way down in to the bowels of the ship hardly encountering anyone as he did so. The Victory was still so understaffed although he had heard some talk that some more shuttles were due with new staff.
He turned the corner revealing the ODN relay and found a tall red haired Bajoran in an engineering uniform fiddling with the relay, “What are you doing?” he barked before he knew what he was seeing. It took barely a second for his species innate herd behaviour to kick in and Hara0hs-kyat became painfully aware that he was on his own… all alone with an unknown officer… an.d officer who could be the saboteur… .whow could be one of those things… those tripedal monsters. It all became too much and before the man could say to anything he yelled,
“Stay away from me. Security SECURITY!” it never occurred to him that whilst shouting security he should actually have tapped his comm badge to open a line. “Intruder” he shouted.
Trapped between the herd mentality and his dedication to duty another metabolic change came upon him. Feeling backed into a corner often had another response for male Grazerites and he began to feel the red mist descend over his vision. He stamped his feet against the deck and then lowered his head and charged the Bajoran at full pelt bellowing loudly.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 12, 2014 9:38:39 GMT
Magellan waited patiently until Torbin was happy that the perimeter wa secure and then shouldered his pack. "You best come with us " he said to Ch'tres "The more the merry. The device I Have indicates possible Sp8472 activity 5 klicks north of here. It should take long."
He set off at a gentle pace aware that his last shot was starting to wear thin and that soone the pain the parasite within him created would soon return.
The going was quite easy with gentle hills giving way too woodlands and the weather was calm and sunny. If it wasnt so important this mission could even have become fun.
After about an hour Magellan began to flag but was determined not to let it show. "I m just going to take another reading. You two go ahead and and scout the area"
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jun 12, 2014 14:30:20 GMT
A saboteur was on board the USS Victory and Ethan Hope had let it happen. As operations officer, it is Ethan's primary role to maintain all operational control the ship and crew. Since the Victory's launch had been rushed, Ethan had been given many more responsibilities than normal. Ethan now first officer realized that he had been unprepared for everything that would be required of him. As Ethan watched his commanding officer board a runabout, Ethan knew his primary mission. It would be up to him to find the traitorous [word deleted] and bring him to justice.
Once the away team was underway, Ethan quietly made his way to his office. He would need to put some safeguards into place before he got his investigation underway. While the Victory was not fully repaired from the initial sabotage, Ethan knew that she was ready and more than capable of defending herself.
"Hope to all senior staff, at 1300 hours all ongoing repairs will cease and access to primary systems will be limited to senior staff," Ethan said as he began the process of separating vital systems from the rest of the ship systems. "You'll soon receive separate orders, please be on the lookout. Also report all suspicious activity."
Understanding that this order would appear extremely suspicious, Ethan believed that any sabotage would be attempted on a secondary system. Making sure that the primary systems were being protected might give the saboteur a false sense of security. Ethan then saw something that had completely skipped his mind as a runabout from home was being tractored in. While only caring a few people, any one of them could be a conspirator to the traitor already on board. Ethan would spend the foreseeable future trying to go through every single member of the Victory dossiers to see if anything could come about from that.
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Post by Meylor Paht on Jun 12, 2014 16:04:17 GMT
The moment Harash-kyat impacted with the strange Bajoran officer, he knew he was in for a quite a ride. The feel of a Stafleet uniform ripping and bones cracking did not come, though; instead, improbably hard sinew and bone held up under the impact and returned violent force in kind. What had seemingly been an average sized humanoid was now transformed into the same monstrous tripedal shape that the entire crew had been on alert for. This rather rude awakening had come a bit late, however, as the unfortunate Grazerite took several hits to vital areas before being tossed like a rag doll against the Jefferies tube wall. His vicious attacker hissed and snarled in preparation for a final killing blow, when suddenly Commander Hope's announcement sounded out over the intercom. Just as suddenly, the alien intruder twitched and shuddered a few times before re-assuming his prior form as the Bajoran officer. Harash-kyat, still holding on mightily to consciousness, watched the intruder flee the area, and then reached a shaky hand to his commbadge. "Intruder alert! 8472 aboard...looks Bajoran....medical assist-" was all he managed to utter before the blackness took away all his senses.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jun 12, 2014 16:59:19 GMT
The moment that he had been dreading happened so much faster than Ethan had anticipated. In the middle of looking over Commander Harash-Kyat dossier, Harash-Kyat himself sounds the alarm. Ethan immediately makes his back towards the bridge and begins to lockdown the bridge.
“Computer implement program Hope Delta five, intruder alert,” Hope said as he grabbed his phaser,” everyone arm yourselves”
“This is Commander Hope, first officer of the USS Victory. Species 8472 and the Federation are at peace, you have performed an act of war against her citizens. We know of your infiltration into our space, but we are not your enemy. If you surrender now, we’ll follow are laws guaranteed to you by the Federation charter. Be aware that my crew is authorized to neutralize you on site if they deem it necessary. As of this moment the Victory is on lockdown,” Ethan said knowing full well that Species 8472 was one of the most powerful foes Starfleet has ever encountered.
“Commander, we have fifteen members of the crew stuck in the corridors, but I don’t know if our sensors can read Species 8472 or if they are able to mask their life signs like ours,” an ensign reported clearly flustered and scared himself.
“The security staff has begun to move around the ship, they will place our members in a safe place,” Ethan said before contacting their CMO, “Doctor Lassiter, I need you to access all medical information on Species 8472. A security team will arrive in sickbay and will help you test every single crewmember of this ship.
“Commander Meylor, I know we haven’t met yet, but with your expertise in security and engineering, I need you to coordinate our efforts safeguarding our systems against our intruder, we’ll meet once we are past this problem,” Ethan said wanting to go after the intruder himself.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 19, 2014 15:40:45 GMT
Whilst Che'tres and Torbin headed off to sweep the area Magellan eased himself down on a rock to rest. The mission was taking more out of him than he believed possible. He realised that losing his symbiont would have a dire effect on him emotionally but he had underestimated the medical and physical effect. He hadn't realised how much he relied on Lin's support, or perhaps it was because the Denevan parasite the Doctor had inserted in him to keep him alive was just that... a parasite. It took from him just like any organ but in exchange it gave him nothing or at least nothing except filling the void of the symbiont something that would kill him.
He pulled out another phial of isoboramine hoping that this dose would last longer. He maybe an Admiral but even the two ensigns would reach a point where they felt comfortable over ruling him and aborting the mission. His thoughts turned to the mission, the whole thing had been a farce from start to finish. Find some friendly 8472 and find out if unfriendly ones were infiltrating the Federation. He should have aborted the minute the Victory had been sabotaged, but doing the easy thing had never been one of Magellan's strong suits.
From a low ridge behind Magellan he watched the two other officers spread out and move off. He waited quietly, silently, patiently until he was convinced the officer was alone. Then rising on his three legs he skittered down the slope towards the seated man.
Although tired and distracted Magellan was still a professional and he heard the creature approach though not in enough time to reach for his phaser rifle. He pretended not to have noticed anything and casually dropped his right hand down to his hip to where his hand phaser was afixed.
"Don't bother" a voice Magellan felt more than heard said "I came to talk... its what you wanted isn't it." Without relaxing his hold on his weapon Magellan turned awkwardly, "True" "I know why you are here. It was I who sent you the signal device" "You did?" Magellan replied cautiously "Why?" "Because it was right." "In starfleets experience right is a difficult concept for your Species." The 8472 tipped its head, stretching the thin tendons taut in a kind of nod. "We are a xenophobic species, we despise you non-fluidics. Your way of life is an abhorration to most of us. You are against nature. But you are not of our realm and most accept that. You stay on your side and we on ours... simple really, however incursions by your Borg altered the balance" "They were not OUR Borg and that was decades ago." "Nevertheless the balance has shifted. Many of our kind despise you and mistrust you. Your worlds have been seeded with spies. You will never surprise us again." "So why call me?" The 8472 moved closer, its eyes narrowing, "I am... different... Of I despise you this... air you breathe revolts me but I disagree with spying. I wanted you to know about the spies, I want you to understand that when I want to destroy you... and that day may come... it will be face to face. Ship to ship." "How noble." "Not really I am affording you the courtesy afforded any sentient animal. This is your warning - Stay in your space... do as you will with my kind you find here, they are cowards but enter fluidic space and swift and deadly justice will be wreaked upon you." The 8472 looked up quickly, "Your friends return. Heed my warning" He reached out and touched the side of Magellan's head transmitting a powerful psychic burst of images. The power of the thoughts were too much for Magellan's weakened state and he found himself slipping into unconsciousness, message delivered the 8472 turned and loped off into the undergrowth just as Che'tres and Torbin returned.
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