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Post by Gheskori on Aug 11, 2014 19:39:46 GMT
"Saklat to Admiral Ghesk ... maintaining attitu ... matter strea... impulse engines compe..."
"Boost the signal!" Ghes ordered, raising his voice to be heard over the crackling of the comm. On their sensors Commander Saklat's Sabre class USS Eagle was showing as sitting between two of the subspace disturbances, apparently turning alternately to port and starboard, trying to shake itself free.
"No use, Admiral," Ensign Rogers's deputy answered. "Interference from subspace is... actively jamming our signal strength adjustments, and whatever new frequency we try to use to establish a clear channel, it changes to match. It's as if there's a... non-vacuum medium blocking the comm signal."
"Non-vacuum?" Ghes asked, finally stopping his pacing and settling in his command chair, although still uneasy. "Saklat, are you reading us?" he addressed the Eagle again, the channel still open.
"... Sir, we can't move. Somethi... no room to manoeuvre ... -gineer indicates full reworking of - "
The tactical officer sighed, "The channel's cut out, sir." He resignedly pressed a last sequence of buttons on his console.
Gheskori cursed under his breath, only a nearby crewman catching the remark. He'd already lost one starship on this 'expedition' - before they'd even rendezvouzed - and he wasn't going to lose this one. "Is there any danger to the Eagle besides her being unable to move? What's the status of her defence systems?"
"No immediate threat identified, besides our inability to communicate due to the subspace interference," the Ops officer reported, frowning, "What's causing the interference is unknown... It isn't consistent with other known by-products of rifts through to subspace, and doesn't explain why the Eagle should be having problems with her engines. Her shields are holding at full strength. She's armed phaser arrays and torpedoes."
Gheskori viewed the tactical display of the Eagle and its precarious position between two of the disturbances for a while longer. He grew tired of the sight and had the viewscreen switched to a close-up of the facility, hoping by studying its passive, seemingly peaceful surfaces he could ascertain what was going on over there besides that divulged by the scattered reports of his first officer and the SS Vingazi's captain.
20 minutes later, Captain's quarters...
"Is it possible... the Eagle is being held in place, as a result of a conscious effort from something within subspace?" The greater part of him feared the answer was affirmative. From the mantelpiece, the still image of his late first wife gave nothing away. Her smile remained, forever unchanging; only the eyes seemed to suggest some knowledge of what he was thinking, what he was proposing. Ghes had been behind the holophotographic camera that day: one of the last times he'd seen Jalena that happy, before tragedy had struck. His absence from the photo - from the other side of the looking glass - seemed to reflect the distance between them now.
"That same consciousness, that same force... on the station?" he sighed, the knowledge that no reply would be forthcoming burying him not rather into further despair, but reinforcing the sense of resignation he felt: what was present on the base was what the brass had feared.
=/\=Commander Matthew. Gheskori here. The USS Eagle is trapped between two subspace rifts in the outer system. We think the rifts might be linked to what's going on over there. Have you been able to contact the other teams?=/\= Ghes was suddenly fearing for them, but wasn't ready to beam them back quite yet.
<Tag Matthew>
Domusara Research Facility, lower decks near medbay...
Figures silhouetted against the harsh light of the processing core (running like an atrium up through the station) - emanating through the grille at the end of the corridor - discussed their next move. "It's likely we'll soon be discovered. We're all in agreement?"
"We do not agree," another said. "Those we've found we've incapacitated. If they see us, we can feign innocence, then destroy or otherwise incapacitate them. We have nothing to fear."
"We can't allow ourselves to take the chance. The longer we remain here, the longer the Federation will have to deduce what's going on here, the longer they'll have to close ranks and destroy us."
"No. We maintain the operation. The scientists are in cryostasis, as is the USS Enzio's doctor, now we only need to - "
The shadowy group darted into recesses in the passageway as they heard footsteps. On the approach were a trio of silver-suited Vingazi civilian security. The shades nodded at one another, and dived from the darkness towards the group, weapons raised. The Vingazi crewmen backed away in terror.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 14, 2014 18:33:47 GMT
Commander Galwyn "Have Tiana begin cross-referencing 'M.W.D.' with known materials, substances, used in Starfleet research," Ghes said. "These cryo-chambers aboard the John Richards... Did Station Manager Loran's communication indicate if they were occupied on arrival here?" “Aye sir.” Tiana said as she started the searches required. She listened in for Matthew’s answers about the cyro-chambers. She hadn’t heard anything about them yet, she did have the station’s power records which did suggest some unexplained drains but there were many possibilities for that. Data started scrolling up the screen as the Admiral moved on to discussing the rest of the away team. She hadn’t seen them since they had separated and to be honest she had pretty much focused on her own work at the expense of everything else. She was still digging through the data on the station when she received an update from Tomal discussing the damage to the Sparta. She was pleased that her team was getting on without her. That was why they were on her team after all. ************************************************************
Lieutenant Commander Tomal Ghes's face paled... "Continue to study what could've caused the damage that wasn't caused by the disruptors." He was experiencing a sense of dread, perpetuated by foreknowledge, at what type of energy could've caused that breach. But the presence of disruptor damage was somewhat confusing. "What type of disruptors are we talking about? Breen, Romulan...?"Tomal swallowed. “The damage has most in common with Romulan disruptors but I would not be comfortable saying the damage was definitely from Romulan disruptors. There are many factors in the disruptor tunings that can affect the damage patterns. Also the other damage has affected the disruptor damage patterns so we are having to reconstruct them. I will let you know when I have further information for you, Sir." With that Tomal left for the science lab hoping that the simulations had completed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2014 20:17:46 GMT
In sickbay, Savin had been sleeping peacefully for the last several hours. According to the nurse tending to him, he was recovering well and would soon be able to get up and maybe even start on light duty. Suddenly, the young Vulcan bolted upright with a gasp, his eyes wide. "Father!" he called out, breathing heavily as he looked around. He knew his father had gone with an away team to the station, but something just didn't feel right.
Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward a little. Something felt very wrong, very very wrong. He could sense someone's fear but it took him several seconds to understand where this fear was coming from. "Captain Gheskori, this is Savin. I need to speak with you urgently. I am coming up to the bridge!" Of course, he could not hear the response, but he slid from the bed and grabbed the clean set of clothes someone had left for him. Off duty robes as he usually wore, instead of a medical uniform, when he wasn't on duty. Shivering, he went to replicate an overcoat as well, and a long scarf. Why was this ship so frigid?
Feeling lightheaded, and a little wobbly on his feet, Savin made his way to the bridge and staggered over to the readyroom. Halfway, he found himself supported by a low ranked bridge assistant and he cast the young man a grateful nod. "Captain," he breathed, "I mean...admiral...my father... has there been any word from the away team at all?"
(Ghes)
"I was asleep in sickbay and now, I cannot help but be burdened by this immense sense of dread. I feel terrified, but it is not my fear I am experiencing. And I am so cold... as if I am standing in a freezer. I feel as if I can barely breathe, I am unsteady on my feet as if drugged but I am certain that I am free of any sedatives. I was not given anything prior to falling asleep. And I feel immensely disoriented." The young medic's eyes were dark with fear, his face a mask of concern as he fixed his eyes on his commanding officer and friend. "Please sir... I am afraid."
(Ghes...any others if they happen to walk in)
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 19, 2014 20:36:33 GMT
The nature of the away mission being as it was, Ghes was growing tired of having to wait in his ready room. He found the darkened room to be increasingly constricting. He wouldn't usually spend so much time here; his quarters provided ample space and time in which to reflect and formulate new ideas, but it would mean being cut off from the bridge, the place where it was most essential he remained close to in the following hours.
He returned to his desk once more from viewing the full length portal that was currently pointing out into interstellar place, rather than the Domusara Research Facility. Sighing, he pulled himself into his chair and activated his terminal. As he started another probably fruitless search of Starfleet Communication's logs, his commbadge chirped.
"Captain Gheskori, this is Savin. I need to speak with you urgently. I am coming up to the bridge!"
"Are you indeed?" Ghes said after the comm had been closed. Despite his surly response something did worry him. He never heard Savin sound like that unless he'd felt a real sense of fright, as if he or someone close to him was under threat. The young vulcan arrived in his ready room minutes later, looking pale and out of breath.
"Captain," he breathed, "I mean...admiral...my father... has there been any word from the away team at all?"
His intuition was correct then, perhaps. He turned in his chair to face the vulcan. "Yes, there has, Savin. Commander Matthew's team has made contact several times. However... I'm afraid to say we have had no word from your father, Ensign Rogers or any of the other teams. Commander Matthew reports that he has been unable to contact them."
"... I was not given anything prior to falling asleep. And I feel immensely disoriented." Ghes watched Savin passively as he related his concerns. He opened his mouth starting to speak before the shivering Savin cut across him, "Please sir... I am afraid."
"Savin," Ghes continued softly, leaning forward presenting his full face to make sure the partially-deaf vulcan could fully read his lips. "Is it possible you've not fully recovered from your injuries on the previous assignment? You did rush up here and you don't look so well for it." He sat back, evaluating the vulcan but his eyes actually looking through him. He'd said that it was not his own fear... Empathic telepathy? Or confusion brought on by his mental and physical condition?
He didn't want to put too much pressure on the frightened man, but now perhaps was a time to take advantage of the vulcan gift. "Theorise, Savin," he said, forcing the vulcan's mind to the present moment. "Could this conceivably be the result of a telepathic link to your father. Search your senses," he said somewhat banally, not being sure what the exact method of practicing telepathy was, "Could he be in danger?" He pressed a button in his desk to alert medical staff to the bridge, as Savin was clearly quite unwell.
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 19, 2014 21:58:08 GMT
As Savin was attended to by fellow medical staff that had just arrived in the ready room, Ghes received a call from the bridge. This one sounded urgent. "Report, Mr Lomas," he uttered, exiting the ready room past Savin and moving towards the command area.
The duty officer Lomas stepped aside and took the XO's chair, the person normally occupying that seat forming part of his report. "We're no longer reading the lifesigns of two of the seven teams on the Domusara Facility, sir. We've lost contact with all but one of the teams, Commander Matthew's in Ops, where the comm signal to the Enzio is the strongest."
"No lifesigns? I was under the impression we were unable to scan the facility's interior," Ghes said, taking his seat and checking his arm-panels.
"That changed the moment before we lost those lifesigns, sir," Lomas replied. "Perhaps whoever's over there wants us to see what they've done."
This changes the whole game, at least for the crew, Ghes thought. For him it merely confirmed suspicions. There was the additional problem of the potential Romulan disruptor damage in the wreckage of the Sparta, an unwelcome complication, but the overriding issue was surely confirmed.
"Plot the lifesigns against the a schematic of the facility on the viewscreen," he ordered. In the following minutes, with dots represting the away teams' lifesigns, two more of them blinked out. "Are our people dying, Lieutenant? And the SS Vingazi's security forces?" Ghes asked forcefully.
"Unknown, sir. We're losing their biosignatures, but that's no guarantee they're dead."
"Indeed not." Ghes thought about bioelectric interference, how something from those 12 mysterious crates could be obscuring things. He also thought about Saryn, and how he may have been cut off from the others. He asked if comms were still up, was told affirmative. "Commander Matthew, report your team's status. We're losing lifesigns amongst the other teams. Is something preying on our people over there?"
<Tag Matthew>
As the comm closed, he saw that Savin standing in the entrance to the ready room. It seemed he wanted the Admiral's attention.
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Post by James T Matthew on Aug 21, 2014 2:59:05 GMT
“Cmdr Matthew Concentrating on the Data on consol screen when his comm. badge start to Chirp as he Look up at the station chronometer he notice it was more than three minutes pass the time that both Away teams Where to Check in “ “Matthew here ENZIO”
Adm.Ghes "Commander Matthew, report your team's status. We're losing life signs amongst the other teams. Is something preying on our people over there?" “Matthew taps his comm...Badge Stand by ENZIO"
" Matthew taps his Comm. Badge again Matthew to Lt. Morris report in“
Matthew taps his comm.,“ badge again Matthew to Rodgers report in any away team members 2-3 report in the only sounds you could hear was Static in the background “
‘Matthew Taps his Comm. badge to ENZIO Bridge officer voice ENZIO here Commander "
“Matthew ADMIRAL we have a problem I have lost all contact with Two of my away teams I have no way to track them the station Camera Systems off line can you use you the Ship sensors to track the Away teams life signs and vector us to them we are packing up everything and making a Quick sweep of the station Med bay & crewman Quarters the last place they were at Matthew await Admiral Ghes Orders.
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 23, 2014 12:43:57 GMT
The plain-overalled intruders - wearing the uniforms of the Federations scientists who'd worked at Domusara Facility - prowled around the lower sections, following the circumferential corridors always staying close to the medbay. They needed to return there every so often. It was an absolute requirement.
Having disposed of the silver-suited civilian soldiers who had blocked their path, they started working their way up to Ops, acting as a vanguard force which would eventually have to return belowdeck to be replaced by the other group in their attack on the intruders holding out in Ops.
"We'll be distant from this installation's infirmary for a long time. Too long," the woman second in command said, turning sharply to the leader. She'd assumed the identity of one of the Federation scientists, although, the leading man had persuaded them, they'd all still needed to maintain anonymity once Starfleet arrived. They numbered 9, the remaining 3 scientists unable to be replaced due to physiology and put into cold storage, along with the vulcan they'd lately captured who'd claimed to be working for Starfleet.
Others of their number were closing with and picking off the rest of the counterstriking Starfleeters, for so they saw them. This group of 5 emerged into the corridor just outside the main entrance to Ops. Guardians they would be no longer. The leader nodded to his second in command, having her hotwire the circuitry or else place plasma explosives. The weapons were primitive but effective in these environments. They began breaking into Ops, to prevent the Starfleet officers beyond from trying to release the encryptions placed on the computer and find out what'd happened to their station.
"ADMIRAL we have a problem, I have lost all contact with Two of my away teams, I have no way to track them. The station Camera Systems off line, can you use you the Ship sensors to track the Away teams life signs and vector us to them? We are packing up everything and making a Quick sweep of the station Med bay & crewman Quarters, the last place they were at."
Relieved to be hearing from his first officer, Ghes ceased pacing and looked at the viewscreen. A minute of horrid silence had filled the gap between his contact and Matthew's reply, even though he could still see their lifesigns - picked out by dots on the viewscreen - inside station Ops.
He nodded to the tactical officer and took the command chair, "Commander, we're attempting to route our view of the position of your lifesigns to you now. Respond when you have them." He thought he could hear some commotion in the background over the comm. "Commander? James, what's going on over there?"
There was no reply.
Ghes could see that Matthew's biosignature was still active from the bridge's plan view of station Ops.
"Sir, some bad news. Despite us now being able to scan Domusara and detect lifesigns, transportation has now been blocked, precise source unknown They'll need to use their pattern enhancers to extract themselves," Ops reported.
"Did you hear that, Commander?" Ghes said, "Once you're done set up pattern enhancers and ready yourselves to be beamed off." They were still out of contact with the other teams. Ghes was hoping a widened transporter beam might be able to take all of them at once, if the pattern enhancers' strength was boosted to encompass the station. It was a trick he'd learnt as a scientist, involving remote wiring the enhancers to the station's power grid. He had the information quickly passed to Tiana.
The lifesigns were still disappearing, throughout the station. Strangely, sensors were unable to detect any assailants. The unnerving sound over the comm still open to Facility Ops endured. "Commander..." Ghes said, trying to relax but finding himself digging nails into the command chair's armrests, "Perhaps it's time we let our staff know exactly what's going on here."
Bridge crew looked at him, confused but perhaps with a measure of knowing that something had indeed been kept from them. It would explain why they'd had to travel under comms blackout.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 19:24:43 GMT
Savin waited for Gheskori to finish what he was doing, impatiently letting the medics tend to him then finally batting them off and telling them he'd return to sickbay soon. Eyes intent on the Denobulan, he drew his attention a second time. Finally, when the Denobulan approached, the young Vulcan hastily drew him inside, shoving him against the wall a little harder than he intended. Fortunately, he was nowhere near his original strength or he'd certainly have cracked a few of the admiral's ribs in the process.
Eyes haunted, he gave his friend no chance to comment or respond, but hastily pressed his fingers against the man's katra points on his face. "My mind to your mind..." he intoned gravely, closing his eyes, sending his mind forth to show him what he felt, what he'd seen as if he was living a waking dream.
"Sav -"
There was no image, no visual, only sounds. Voices talking, soft voices but also harsher ones. Unfamiliar accents. There was the sensation of being restrained, ropes bound not too tight around wrists and angles, and there was a mild pressure over his eyes, as if he was being robbed of his sight. The feeling of being injected with something at irregular intervals. Sometimes, being rudely awoken from a restless and dreamless sleep, sometimes, being put back to sleep. Questions being asked and answered, other questions being denied an answer.
There was a brief pause in everything, then another injection. Fear washed over him, when there was a general loss of sensation in all extremities. Strong fear. It almost broke the connection.
Then, the far away sensation of being moved, of being put inside something. A sound, a box being closed. A hisssing sound, almost as if something was being pumped into the box, or sucked out of it, there was no way to tell. THere was still utter and complete darkness. Coldness seeped through his clothes, into his skin, his bones. Consciousness waning, he found his heart and breath slowing....
-in this really isn't the time...... Time... time... time... Echoing through an endless sequence of caverns that fast took on form and finite dimension resolving themselves as corridors. There was very little light, except for beams from wrist-mounted devices that swung wildly into the dark spaces. There were four of them, then only one. Then darkness.
It persisted. Something inside Ghes was gasping. At first he'd lost a sense of self but he was gradually becoming accustomed to this new state of being. There was a new presence, a tide of thoughts and experiences and memories washing into his mind, unabated. He felt overwhelmed. Eventually he realised the truth of the matter: he'd become locked in a mind meld with Savin. He'd have to have stern words with the young man after this, but for now he had to take the opportunity.
He heard what Savin heard, was aware of the mind meld's ability to induce shared experience. It was as if they were both inhabiting the same body, foreign to both of theirs. Ghes heard the voices, the implied sting of the injections, the loss of sensation. Although terrified he found himself able to withdraw himself from the situation, picking up parts of his senses - what remained of them in this deprived host body - and realising that the telepathic link formed via this meld was also with Saryn, wherever he might be. He disconnected himself from personal attachments to the doctor, finding it unusually easy to achieve (perhaps down to some imparted vulcan emotional-suppression, he didn't know).
Thoughts seemed to spiral away. Ghes grasped for them but they seemed to forever fall beyond reach. He felt cold, the first tactile sensation in a while. Chamber. No, frozen bodies, units for -"
Gasping, Savin staggered back, breaking the meld. Sorrow washed over him as he went down to his knees, tears starting to flow. "He is dead," he gasped, his voice breaking, "my father is dead."
Pale-faced, Ghes slid down the wall; his eyes refocussing he found himself in his ready room. He'd literally only just stepped through the door as far as he was concerned. His mind reintegrated itself, recovering from the unannounced mental intrusion. The vulcan was slumped on the floor in front of him, undergoing some personal torment. "No... No, Savin! I don't think so." The vulcan raised his eyes. "We... lost his mind. We felt his thoughts disintegrate but his body and his life endures. I could feel it."
"Use your logic, Savin. There's personal attachment but therein lies uncontrolled emotion," he spoke solemnly, as if he'd taken on a measure of vulcan control. "Reinitiate the meld," he added hesitantly.
They were back inside the shared subconsciousness. Ghes was better prepared this time. After the initial shockwave of anguish and loss from Savin, he allowed his mind to focus on Saryn's predicament. A panging sensation. Cold! Burning cold. Frozen under ice... Terror... Compacted under a glacier. Within it, pulsating through its petrified mass, a quiet but steady waveform, throbbing as it communicated its vitality.
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Post by Gheskori on Aug 27, 2014 19:42:43 GMT
This is a JP between Gheskori and Savin (Saryn)
Fear! Unwavering, solid fear. Savin gasped audibly as he was plunged back into the joining of minds. But how could Gheskori be so acutely aware of his father's life-force? He had the feeling of being boxed in, snowed under, enduring extremely cold temperatures. But within that feeling of being encased in ice, there was a very thready heart beat. Thump...Thump... Very slow, very faint, almost undetectable, as if it was slowed to a nigh halt.
With another gasp, Savin withdrew his hand. “Stasis,” he gasped, realisation dawning on him. “They've put him in stasis, but I do not understand his fear. If one is in stasis, how can one feel or think?”
"Perhaps," Ghes said, breathing heavily, "Your own fear is reflecting back onto itself, from him, or from me. Our minds were linked three ways, is that correct?" Ghes felt on the edge of exhaustion. He had little experience with mind melds, both taking part in them and the knowledge of how they worked.
"If it is... If it is his own fear, which would be understandable unless he went into stasis of his own volition, then that might indicate he was exposed to something terrible before."
“What if he does not know or realise?” Savin asked, his voice shaking, his body trembling all over. “Have you ever melded with my father before? For this to happen, there must be a residual link of some kind. Either from you and me, or him and you. My father and I have melded often.”
"Once, I think." Ghes's recollection of the event was hazy. While he was sure it'd happened - it was too significant an experience to have been invented - the images it had left behind in his head had taken on the familiar aspect of dream images, fast becoming indistinguishable from them. "It's conceivable that my previous meld, or your previous melds, have caused this reaction in you?" he said, a stony kind of expression on his face indicating the still-present imparted vulcan calm.
"In either case, whether or not he doesn't know of how he came to be in stasis, he is still in danger. If only our teams weren't besieged over there, then we might be able to fashion a rescue attempt. Did the mind meld... suggest where he might be on the station? Is such a thing possible?"
“If he were conscious, then yes, possibly. But in his current condition...the only thing we have are sounds, because I could not distinguish any images. Everything was black. And sounds...they do not mean anything to me sir. I would not know what different sounds mean. I do not even know the sound of your actual voice, I do not know if a mental voice or a speaking voice are even the same.”
"They're the same, or similar rather. But then a mental voice is often formed from..." Ghes arched forward, rubbing his temples slowly. He knew he'd outloud run himself in logical circles with this, having never thought upon the distinction before. "Mental voices are formed from memories and experience I find. Without experience of real voices, you'd have little memory of mental voice. Which means mind meld sounds must differ from those of memory." He collected his thoughts, "We have sounds, yes, but also... impressions, suggestions of his location based on those sounds. How could I feel the cold, the sense of being trapped? Impression of fear and sounds don't seem sufficient..."
Savin shook his head, still shaking all over. “I do not know. But from the sense of cold and enclosure, we may be looking for cry pods or stasis pods. They do have a distinct signature and can cause a power drain on a network especially if there is more than one connected and is designed to keep someone alive. The power distribution is different, if it is used to keep a corpse from decomposition. Based on what I felt, we may assume he was held in a cargo hold at first, based on the echo of sounds and the hollowness of footsteps.”
Ghes nodded, calm reserve maintained, not finding fault with Savin's logic. He didn't fail to spot however that Savin was shivering, shaking with what was presumably fear. He didn't look well, pale. In fact, something jolted in his memory, he remembered seeing Saryn in something of a similar state after they'd rescued him from the insectoid world, where he'd lost all sense of touch, external and internal. "Medics to the ready room," he commed briefly. "Savin, let them treat you properly this time."
Medics, who had been hovering outside the ready room door, filed in and lifted Savin on to his feet. "Cryostasis chambers, on a station not designed for them, would be best placed in cargo holds," he agreed, rising to his feet himself. "Your father's fear, if it was his fear... Something else might lie behind it."
“It may,” Savin agreed as he allowed himself to be supported. “I will return to sickbay sir...there is nothing for me to do. But...for my sanity, I request sedatives. I need rest, and I cannot rest if I fear for my father. I...” He hesitated. “I want my telepathic link to be blocked, for now. I am.. afraid.”
Ghes felt strong empathy for Savin at this point. He couldn't fully comprehend - despite the mind meld - the intimate connection between relatives of a telepathic species, but he could certainly comprehend fear in a young man who was afraid he might lose his father. He nodded to one of the medics, wordlessly passing the instruction that the Assistant CMO should administer the medicine to block Savin's abilites. "If you need me Savin, please do call. Thank you for your help in this matter, I know it was a sacrifice... We should be able to pinpoint your father now."
“Thank you sir.” Leaning heavily against the medics, Savin let himself be guided back to sickbay. He bade them to turn just before the lift doors closed. “Let me know when he has been found?”
Ghes, about to take the centre chair, looked back at the turbolift and nodded. He couldn't summon words, because he didn't know if they would be a reassurance or something that would leave Savin with greater worry. He turned back to the helm, his thoughts dark. This could turn out to be a rather grim operation. "Tactical and Ops... Now we have the ability to scan the facility again, begin sensor sweeps of the cargo storage pods. Search for signs of high power usage that might indicate the presence of cryostasis chambers." Not having detected lifesigns in that area before, Ghes assumed that if the chambers were there then they'd reduced Saryn's biosigns below the threshold for the Enzio's sensors. The alternative was not so palatable.
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Post by James T Matthew on Sept 1, 2014 12:25:42 GMT
SCENE: Domusara Facility Deck3 Section 23
(Where there an un-known battle is going on )
Lt. Carter: *Moves it to position and sets a breaching charge on the door*Carter to anyone we are under attack we need Help” I have one man dead can anyone hear me Dam it must be that radiations I’m reading on my tricorder
Carter to Black ...Status"
Black:*Taps com badge* sir running low on Ammo But still Holding position sir just what the hell are those things "
Carter: * I have a idea but I hope I’m wrong * Carter to Walker *Moves to position and sets a breaching charge on the door once it blow everyone Fight your way to the turbo lift Don’t look back no matter what you hear that an order* " Kobuk to Black ...are you Ready"
Black:*Taps com badge* " In position sir "
Kobuk: *Taps com badge* " Kobuk to Wolf.. Status"
Wolf: “Ready to lay down covering fire sir I hope this work "
Kobuk: no time for cover fire run like hell Count Down 3-2-1
The Door Blows open “Kobuk Go “Go “Go
Scene: USS ENZIO Main Bridge
"Plot the life signs against the schematic of the facility on the view screen," he ordered. In the following minutes, with dots represting the away teams' life signs, two more of them blinked out. "Are our people dying, Lieutenant? And the SS Vingazi's security forces?" Ghes asked forcefully.
"Unknown, sir. We're losing their bio signatures, but that's no guarantee they're dead."
"Indeed not." Ghes thought about bioelectric interference, how something from those 12 mysterious crates could be obscuring things. He also thought about Saryn, and how he may have been cut off from the others. He asked if comm. were still up, was told affirmative. "Commander Matthew, report your team's status. We're losing life signs amongst the other teams. Is something preying on our people over there?"
“Matthew Here both of my away teams are late checking in I was just about to head out looking for them can you use the ship Sensors to Vector me to the remaining life Form reading
ENZIO Security officer voice stand by Commander sir the only life sign we are picking up in on a turbo lift moving toward your deck Matthew Greenwood - Wilson with me as they ran out in the corridor Heading for the turbo lift “ The turbo lift doors open ‘
“HELP THEY ARE ALL DEAD. HELP ME LT.CARTER, MORRIS, CARPENTER, TAYLOR ALL DEAD THOSE THING KILLED THEM “
MATTHEW’ WHAT KILLED THEM
“WOLF LT.CARTER CALLED IT SPECIES 8472 BEFORE IT TORE HIM APART
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 2, 2014 23:54:37 GMT
Ghes leant forward in his command chair and rubbed his face with both hands. The bridge had fallen deathly silent; he'd expected a clamour of alarmed voices and pounding feet rushing to their stations, but there was something about the emphatic way in which Mr Wolf had stated their predicament, over the still open comm channel, that'd caused them to clam up. It was very possibly, the screaming.
"Can we beam them straight off as is?" he asked, swinging to tactical.
"Negative, sir. Some form of bioelectric interference has enveloped the station... particularly strong around the Ops area. They'll need to - "
Ghes waved a hand at the man, nodding in understanding, "Commander Matthew, set up those pattern enhancers and get the rest of your people out of there. Whether consciously or unconsciously, 8472 are blocking our efforts to beam you out normally."
<Tag Matthew>
Worst suspicions were confirmed. Starfleet Command would have to be notified at once, obviously not through the usual channels but via a contact Ghes knew to be absolutely trustworthy and impossible to have been replaced by any sort of duplicate - if she could free her ship from the gravimetric distortions in this system.
"You knew about this all along, sir. Both you and the XO?" The Ops officer had temporarily taken up Matthew's seat. Ghes said nothing at first, tapping the arm of his chair with impatience and anxiety. "15 lightyears from Earth, sir, and you didn't think to tell us any of this?"
"That's enough, Lieutenant," Ghes scolded. "Return to your station. We didn't tell you because we didn't know for sure it was Species 8472, and we couldn't know if any of the crew had been compromised. Still can't know, for that matter." Ghes returned attention to the viewscreen, taking some solace in seeing the graphical plot of Domusara's Ops and its surrounding sections and the little dots representing lifesigns, which had doubled in number in the last few minutes and none of which were flickering out.
"Matthew, get your men the hell out of there!" Ghes commed.
<Tag Matthew again lol>
"SS Vingazi to Enzio. Admiral, what's going on? There's some sort of interference on our sensors... We can't penetrate the station's Ops or locate any of our security teams."
The civilian skipper of the armoury/combat vessel was understandably frustrated, having to work with less advanced technology and unknowingly having thrown half his security complement to the wolves. "Captain... I can't tell you anything for definite. Security concerns. All I can say is we're making every effort to get your shipmates aboard the Enzio. Follow my lead once I give the signal we have the away team or what remains of them. Ghes out.
"Transporter Room 1, let me know as soon as we have them. SMO." Ghes knew the marine captain was present at the back of the bridge, watching the proceedings with agitation. He wanted to be over there; now he stepped forward.
"Sir."
"Ready an away team and beam into storage pod 77 alpha on the station at the same time as we beam the XO out. According to Tomal's analysis that's where the cryostasis chambers are. I want you to locate and extract Dr Saryn." The SMO acknowledged, striding to the turbolift. "Helm, when transport is complete set a course for the USS Eagle. We need to help prevent them being pulled into those subspace distortions. Doubtlessly they lead to Fluidic Space. Signal Commander Saklat of the Eagle that Admiral Gheskori wishes to speak with her on a secure channel."
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 13, 2014 18:53:25 GMT
"Commander, how are you coping?" Ghes said, sitting back in his ready room chair. On his personal terminal was Commander Saklat of the Eagle, her ship still presumably trapped between two gravimetric distortions in the outer system.
"Ship systems remain operational, Admiral," Saklat's fingers steepled before Ghes on the screen. "We've been unable to break through the tidal forces of the subspace rifts holding us in place, no matter how we orientate our vessel and what thrust we apply. My chief engineer believes a minimal application of thrust may allow us to break through, if we set a particular course and make some modifications to the navigational deflector."
"Acknowledged. We'll be on our way shortly, Commander. It may prove an inevitability that you will be dragged towards one gravimetric distortion or the other; we plan to get there before that time. Ghes out."
He sighed, leaning forward over his desk and planting a hand under his chin. They now only had to rescue the away teams from the station. He trusted that Matthew would soon be able to beam out courtesy of the pattern enhancers. That left just Dr Saryn and his hoped for rescue by the marines under SMO Captain Tarakis.
Knowing there was no way Matthew and the remnants of his teams - that'd become scattered throughout the base, just now all returning to Ops - could rescue Saryn themselves, given their current predicament, Ghes had devoted his energies to the rescue of Saryn by means of the marines, and a modification to the power relays to boost the transporters to allow for a single beam-in of the marines to the storage pods - the Doctor's location.
As soon as they had both Commander Matthew's team and Saryn and his rescuing marines aboard, they could set a course for the Eagle and get out of here, before the bioelectric interference fell too heavily around the station, before the final beam out opportunity became impossible. Ghes left the bridge, heading to sickbay to see Savin and, soon he hoped, Saryn.
"Spread out," Tarakis ordered. He was relieved to see that the power relay modification had allowed all his team to be beamed aboard. The place was dim, confirming for them the power cut that'd rendered the station inert. Bluish light filtered into the chamber seemingly from the room ahead - there were several light sources, and a deep and understated thrumming.
Two enlisted marines pushed to the front, flattening themselves before the door to the cryostasis storage pod. Tarakis moved quickly to the other side of the corridor, surveying the room ahead and seeing it empty - well, apart from those deep in apparent stasis. He signalled to the enlisted marines to enter the room. Tarakis and the rest of the team followed.
The place was indeed deserted. "Search these stasis units," he said curtly. The team began checking the frosted glass panels of the cryostasis chambers. Corporal Lomas was wiping one panel clear; Tarakis was already looking at him, foreseeing what he was about to report.
"Captain... This is our vulcan."
Tarakis nodded to his 2nd in command Lieutenant Harvey, having him guard the door while he moved to Lomas's position. Looking into the unit, he found it hard to believe... Saryn, blindfolded, the blind just visible amongst the frost and ice, in cryogenic storage. "I bet he didn't expect this at the start of this outing..." he muttered.
Lomas said, "I don't think we did either, sir."
Tarakis nodded. "Ok, we have him. Let's get him out of this thing. The Enzio will be able to beam us aboard, courtesy of Sergeant Heron's pattern enhancers. He watched the man pulling off the pack containing the enhancers, withdrawing them one by one and setting them up around the room. Tarakis turned back to the chamber. "Saryn. Dr Saryn! Can you hear me?" He looked at Lomas, "Make sure he's alrigh -"
Screeching permeated the air, scything into the room from the blackness outside the chamber. The diffusing azure from the rectangles that were the viewing ports of the stasis chambers offset the blackness outside. They pulled closer to the light. "What the hell...?" Tarakis murmured, before he realised, "8472! Defensive positions! Get those enhancers ready, Lieutenant!"
A monstrosity appeared in the room, limbs swaying this way and that. Two marines were taken off their feet. "Saryn, if you can hear me... Captain Tarakis, SMO, USS Enzio, we're here to get you out. You may not want to open your eyes yet... Best we explain it all on the ship, if we get back to the - "
<Tag Saryn> - rescue probably has to be completed lol
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2014 18:42:58 GMT
As soon as the reviving process had started, Saryn's vitals started to return to a somewhat normal level. It took several minutes for the process to complete but while Saryn became aware of his surroundings, in terms of sound and smell, and temperature, he wasn't aware of anything in a palpable manner just yet. He knew his hands and feet were tied and that he was blindfolded.
He could feel being helped up into a sitting position, and gradually he could feel the sensation returning to his limbs. All, but his hands and feet. Shivering violently, he wanted to reach up but he couldn't get his arms to move. He had no idea what was going on, or where exactly he was right now.
"Saryn, if you can hear me... Captain Tarakis, SMO, USS Enzio, we're here to get you out. You may not want to open your eyes yet... Best we explain it all on the ship, if we get back to the - "
"I hear you." The Vulcan's voice was raspy, his mouth completely dry. Though his captors had treated him well enough, and had given him small portions of something to drink at certain times, the 'cold storage' hadn't left him unaffected. He heard the words spoken to him just as he felt the blindfold being removed, and he was lifted from whatever he'd been in. Strong hands gripped his arms, keeping the weakened Vulcan on his feet.
FOllowing the given advice, he kept his eyes shut for the time being, only listening to what was going on. Except, he could make no sense of it. His senses told him that his rescuers were facing his abductors, but there was something terribly wrong about it all. "We should just leave sir," he suggested, his voice shaking as he leaned heavily against the two marines that held him to his feet. "They did not treat me unkindly, I was treated well. I was not harmed." At least, not insofar he could tell, except for the extreme sense of cold. "We should leave.."
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Sept 14, 2014 21:17:36 GMT
Tiana was very occupied in the Ops centre wiring pattern enhancers directing into the station’s power system. It would have been an awful lot easier if the power system had been stable. But you certainly couldn’t have everything you wanted. “Are the rest of the away team coming back here?” she asked wondering how long she would have to get the pattern enhancers to work for. She had never seen interference quite like this. She really wasn't paying much attention to the Admiral's discussion with Commander Matthew but even through that she heard mention of species 8472. She was aware of them, of course, everyone had heard of the species the Borg were afraid of. All she could remember about them was that everything about them seemed to come in threes. That was actually helpful in finding a away through through the interference. She was very relieved when she found herself back on board the Enzio along with a complete download of the station’s records. It was only then, while she was still in the transporter room monitoring her handy work back on the station that she realized that Dr Saryn was missing. She swallowed hard, wondering what had happened to him and how Savin was coping. Of course she couldn’t stop what she was doing to find out… If she did then the temperamental power systems would fry the pattern enhancers and that would be that. If her plan worked she would actually be able to reclaim the enhancers rather than leaving them on the station. It was purely experimental, of course, but by setting up a pulse of enhancement to ensure a transporter lock and then bring the transport on gradually it should be possible. Not that she would want to attempt it with something living, or something unstable, and she was definitely going to do a thorough scan of the pattern enhancers before anyone used them again. As Tiana left the transporter room with an armful of pattern enhancers she was almost bowled over by a squad of marines pouring in. They were clearly making final preparations for some sort of rescue mission. Tiana put two and two together and assumed they were going after Dr Saryn. ******************************************************* Tomal was puzzled he had finished more detailed analysis of the damage and had finially managed to separate the different layers of damage from each other. Now it was simply a matter of trying to track down what had caused them. The newer damage had a strange signature it was almost as if the materials of the ship’s hull had been eaten by something. The computer only returned one record with similar properties. He called up the record and then read it twice. He tagged his comm. badge. =/\= Commander Tomal to Admiral Gheskori, I think I have discovered what destroyed the Sparta. The weapon was biological in nature and the structure is consistent with USS Voyager’s records for species 8472 although not identical.=/\= Tag: Ghes (please assume that Tomal makes this discovery after you’ve told the bridge/away team that Species 8472 are involved)
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 17, 2014 20:16:19 GMT
"They did not treat me unkindly, I was treated well. I was not harmed... We should leave.."
Tarakis glanced at the Doctor, the CMO supported by Corporal Lomas and Private Lit'zaki. "I couldn't agree more, Doctor," he said, "We need only hold this position until the pattern enhancers are in place. Stay behind the marines supporting you. We'll get out of this." He nodded to Lomas and Lit'zaki who took the Doctor towards the back of the storage pod.
Lined up back there, Tarakis could see, were a dozen other stasis chambers, three of whose viewing panels were lit up bright azure. His squadron had checked all the other units; presumably, given the length of time they'd taken to check each one, the active units contained others in stasis.
He shook himself. There was little time to think about this now. A member of one of the most horrific species ever to enter the Milky Way (in fact, one of the only species to enter the Milky Way) was tearing through these quarters. The whole storage pod was some fifteen metres long. 8472 had already batted two of his marines away, screeching into the dead air dropping others of Tarakis's squad to their knees clasping hands to their ears.
The Captain took aim with his phaser rifle, aiming for a weak spot in the creature's thigh - all marines took training on Species 8472 in case they came up against them. It was a sure shot; the being howled unearthily as it felt the wound, the sound echoing around the darkened pod. It tore forward, eyes fixed on Tarakis. The SMO turned panickedly, "Now, Sergeant!"
"Ready, sir!" the man setting up the pattern enhancers finished the job and commed the Enzio, "Enzio, Sergeant Heron! Locate the pattern enhancer matrix and energise!"
The howling nightmare of a creature had almost reached them when they began to dissolve in columns of coruscating energy.
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 17, 2014 21:22:56 GMT
Ghes watched the viewscreen, it no longer displaying the plan view of Domusara Ops and the heat sources that'd indicated lifesigns. Instead it showed the whole facility, its surface rippling with ribbons of golden energy, crackling down its length and curling around its circumference. The bioelectric interference shouldn't interfere too greatly with the transporter, now the pattern enhancers were in place.
He swung to the operations station, "Have we got all the teams from Ops?"
"Aye, sir. Matthew's team is in transporter room 1, medics on the way there now."
"What about the rest of the station? The Vingazi's teams. Our own security teams in the lower sections. The pattern enhancers' power boost should get them all?"
Tactical shook his head, "There's no guarantee of that, sir. The technique's never been tried before, not on this large a scale anyway." Ghes slammed his armrest. The station-wide transportation was enacted. Seconds later the tactical officer continued, "Fourteen lifesigns belonging to our people still over there, Admiral. They weren't grabbed by the boosted transporter."
"The bioelectric interference is increasing around the station, sir," Ops reported, "Any further beam outs will be rendered impossible in approximately thirty seconds."
"It's impossible NOW, Lieutenant!" Ghes snapped. "We have no power left to transport those men, regardless of the interference."
"I could still try a bypass of the secondary -"
"No!" Ghes ordered. "It's too dangerous... There's no time..." He closed his eyes, trying not to let his pain get too close to the surface. This was the kind of decision he loathed making. He'd made relatively few of them over the course of his career. He envisaged the protests coming through from the Vingazi - the civilian vessel's poor skipper had more crew over there than Ghes did. And true enough, the tactical console came alive with the furious blurps and beeps of incoming hails.
"Leave orbit of the facility... Set a course for the gravimetric distortions surrounding the USS Eagle." The bridge crew were silent, the helm officer sitting still at his console. "Do it!!" Ghes shouted.
=/\= Commander Tomal to Admiral Gheskori, I think I have discovered what destroyed the Sparta. The weapon was biological in nature and the structure is consistent with USS Voyager’s records for species 8472 although not identical.=/\=
=/\=Thank you, Commander. This explains a lot. =/\= Ghes looked around, leaving the comm to Tomal open, "You heard that, everybody. If it isn't clear already, we're dealing with Species 8472. That is why we operated under comm silence, why we couldn't trust anyone, knowing that 8472 can disguise themselves in humanoid form. 15 lightyears from Earth!" He let that sink in, "Now that the nature of the threat's confirmed, I can tell you that via impenetrable Intel channels I've been in communication with the Commander-in-Chief Starfleet and other high level officers of the brass. Three of our Fleets are converging on the Federation core worlds' defensive perimeter - 400 ships - putting themselves between Domusara and Sol, including one Fleet under our own Section Admiral Paul Drew. Our mission now is to find out exactly what 8472 wants here and, if what they want violates our supposed treaty, to stop them at all costs."
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Post by James T Matthew on Sept 21, 2014 0:40:06 GMT
Scene; Domusara Station Cmdr Matthew Taps his comm. badge "Emergency beam up. Now
Scene; Transporter room 2 “The hum of the transporter grew around them, and seconds later the away team rematerialized on the transporter pad.
“Cmdr Matthew stepped off first, "Good job Chief," he said to the transporter chief walking towards the door where he was heading for the bridge when.
“The door slid open and a three armed Security officers sir all Personal transporting up from the station are to be Quarantine you all have to report to sickbay for a full physical to be cleared for before returning to Duty this orders from the Admiral Commander with species 8472 abilities to impersonate anyone we can’t take any chances.
“Cmdr Matthew well you heard the man everyone we all going to sickbay.
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 22, 2014 20:17:47 GMT
Ghes nodded at his terminal, "I understand, sir."
The man on the screen, his five gold pips either side of his collar glistening in the light, shifted about uncomfortably. He was clearly feeling the stress of leading the 88th Fleet, in its rush back to the defence perimeter of the core worlds. "And you're on course for the Eagle now, Admiral?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Ghes said, shifting back in his seat, observing the stars briefly. Closer to that, visible for just a second before they passed out of view were the silver speck that was the Eagle and the two luminous explosions of matter of the gravimetric distortions, which threatened to saturate the view of the Sabre class ship. "We're five minutes away from Commander Saklat's vessel. We're at full in-system velocity; we don't know how long it will be before Bioships start appearing from those portals."
"Indeed. If, that's 8472's intention," Section Admiral Drew said. He sighed, pulling down on his uniform jacket. "Admiral, can I trust a vessel under my Section's command to carry out its duty?"
Ghes raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Of course. Absolutely, Admiral."
Drew regarded him for a moment before nodding, partly in reconciliation, partly in tentative acceptance that Ghes was able to live up to his responsibilities. Of course, the Denobulan understood the SA's unease. Any member of the Enzio crew could become compromised, any of the USS Eagle, the SS Vingazi or any Starfleet organisation for that matter. The Enzio's task force, and this was an additional reason for Drew's discomfort, was an essential element in the cessation of the 8472 threat. If all went well, if they figured out what 8472 were trying and why, then the converging fleets, one of which Paul Drew was the master, wouldn't be required.
"Very well, Comm - " Drew smiled apologetically, "Rear Admiral. I leave this in your hands. I'll rally the 88th at the defence perimeter. Drew out."
Ghes sat back, sighing in relief. He received a comm, "Admiral to the bridge.
"Yellow alert," he ordered, striding on and taking his chair. They were approaching the Sabre class Eagle's coordinates. The Vingazi following, continued to hail their task force leader, but Ghes couldn't think about making response now. Just the thought of the three Enzio and eleven Vingazi crew he'd had to leave behind on the station was plaguing him enough.
"Saklat, report," he said by way of hail. He received rapid news that they weren't getting through - bioelectric interference again.
"Sir... We're being hailed," tactical reported, "Not from the Eagle... but from the gravimetric distortions. A ship perhaps, hidden by the interference."
"Answer it," Ghes said, steeling himself. He took his chair again, readying himself for whatever might appear on the viewscreen. This hailing was odd; it wasn't 8472's preferred mode of contact - when they preferred any at all. If they wished to say something they usually communicated by telepathy.
What appeared was not what he'd expected. Four humanoids, although it was soon apparent that these were 8472 in human form. Ghes recognised their faces from personnel files he'd read of the research staff assigned to the Domusara Facility.
"We wish to barter," the apparent leader said without ceremony. "We want data on the research into experimental subspace manifolds that are locked in Domusara station's computer banks. In return," the woman said stonily, "We'll let you out of here alive."
"Admiral Gheskori of the Federation starship Enzio, although you might know that already. Why - Why do you need it?" Ghes finished, stammering.
"That's none of your concern. Ask it again and it'll be the death of you. We want the research, downloaded into our computer banks now. We're sending you coordinates..." The woman's tone changed, "There's more of us than you know. We're sentinels, in perpetuity we keep the doors to our realm guarded from incursion, preventing you from using your nanoprobe technology on us once more. And we're of greater number than you think, than you thought you had agreed with us."
Ghes retorted, "We have a trea -" The comm was cut off.
=/\=Bridge, this is sickbay. We have all personnel that were beamed off the station in quarantine. They check out so far, no sign of 8472 DNA but the process is slow,=/\= the Assistant CMO reported.
Ghes's mind reeled. How easily he'd forgotten: of course, there was danger out there in the distortions, but on the ship also! Anyone could be an impersonator. =/\= Acknowledged, Doctor. All senior staff to the bridge once they check out please. If, they check out.=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 19:54:16 GMT
Still holding his eyes closed until suggested otherwise, but feeling the even more disorienting sensation of being transported, Saryn now took a step forward, and found his way barred by a large object. "What is a Species 8472?" he asked no-one in particular, while bracing himself against the object that barred his way so abruptly.
He felt the supporting hands of.. someone.. and for a moment he debated shrugging them off. He took an uncertain step back, his legs feeling like rubber and the grip on his arms tightened. "Let's get you to sickbay doctor," someone whispered at him.
"There is something you are not telling me," Saryn objected, reaching for the unknown object. "What is this?"
THe marine holding the weakened doctor up looked at the three units and shrugged. "We appear to have transported three additional cryo units along with you and the rest of our team."
"Get them taken to sickbay," Saryn ordered, his voice still shaking.
"After we get you checked out doc, we can't do anything until you're back on your feet." He tapped his combadge. "Admiral sir, we're taking the doctor to sickbay now. He's approachable but a little out of sorts sir. Disoriented, general weakness...and pretty drugged up sir."
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"Now, lets get you to sickbay doctor."
The trip to sickbay was a swift one, especially since they used the intra ship transporters now. Saryn staggered as he materialized and was promptly directed to a biobed. "Lights, low," the attending marine ordered, before activating the EMH. He would've expected the doctor's son to take this but apparently the boy had some sense in his stubborn brain after all, and would not treat his own father this time. "You can open your eyes now..."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," the EMH cut in, shoving the marine aside to take a look at his patient. "Multiple doses of a strong sedative, similar quantities of a stimulant... Tissue damage due to extremem cold temperatures." The EMH droned on as he stripped the doctor of his outer garments, having no mind for his privacy. "Assist me," he drafted the marine, handing him the doctor's clothes. "Strip him of all his clothes, and examine him for further visible tissue damage."
As the marine silently went about his task - after drawing a privacy curtain closed to maintain some privacy and dignity for the patient. "I'm sorry doctor, it's got to be done and you're not to move too much with all that junk injected into you. How do you feel?"
"Not right," Saryn responded, shivering as he was left clothe-less but at least away from the rest of sickbay's staff and the other marine who respectfully waited outside the curtain. "And cold. Tired."
"I'm sure that'll be remedied shortly sir," the marine replied quietly, folding the Vulcan's clothes and putting them aside. "I don't see any damage doctor," he then addressed the EMH. "But I'm no medic."
The EMH just gave a grunt and pulled a warm blanket over the Vulcan's shivering body. "I'm going to put you back to sleep doctor, and then back into cryostasis. You were warmed up too quick for your body to adjust. THe proper process takes several hours to complete." He gestured towards the marine. "Get him into one of the unitls here in sickbay and activate it. Then call me, and we'll start the proper procedure."
Wrapping the blankets tightly around the Vulcan's body, the marine easily lifted him up. "Don't worry doctor, we're all right here, and we'll make sure nothing goes wrong. We understand it's a fightening experience but you've nothing to fear sir."
"I am not afraid," Saryn lied, his expression saying something entirely else. He was terrified. "I do not like it, but it is necessary." He lay down in sickbay's unit and closed his eyes. He didn't see the lid close, and he didn't feel the temperature drop because the marine put him to sleep before the unit was activated. "Ready doctor," he reported, then stepped back, taking up position beside the tube.
"Initiate sequence," the EMH ordered, "once stasis has been achieved, initiate reverse process. Re-activate me, when the procedure is almost complete."
"Of course. End program." THe marine worked the controls, together with one of the nurses. When stasis was achieved, the marine quietly reported the current situation to the commanding officer.
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Post by Gheskori on Sept 28, 2014 10:28:10 GMT
The Enzio had approached to within 200 km of the USS Eagle. The Sabre class vessel remained stranded between the two gravimetric distortions, spinning slowly on three axes having lost complete attitude control. Commander Saklat the Eagle's CO had reported that thrusters, and all the Eagle's systems, remained operational; it was merely impossible for her to 'steer' her ship through the eddies of distorted spacetime flowing from the two anomalies.
Ghes received word of Dr Saryn's ongoing recovery process in sickbay. The CO was hesitant to go down there; he'd become spooked at the thought of the place, that he could be walking into a room occupied largely by Species 8472 impersonators...
Instead he checked up by ship intercom, "What about the scientists, Corporal? The transporter chief reported three of the stasis units were brought aboard with your squad."
"Aye, sir, the EMH has put them into the defreezing process along with the CMO. They should all be awake and responsive in a few hours," Corporal Lomas in sickbay reported.
Ghes acknowledged and closed the channel. A few hours. He couldn't blame the marine for not knowing the specifics of cryonics; he would have to check on the reanimation process once the rest of the senior staff were declared fit for duty. He began to wonder... There was surely no way 8472 could've replaced Matthew, or Galwyn, during their time on the station. The only way any of his staff could turn out to be impersonators was if they'd been replaced prior to the outset of the mission. Naturally the thought scared him. It meant 8472, posing as Starfleet personnel, could be anywhere and anybody on the ship. Ghes himself wasn't a duplicate, of course, but all those around him...
It wouldn't do to get bogged down in paranoid thoughts. He returned his attention to the matter at hand: the demands of 8472 within the anomaly to give up some sort of scientific data, on pain of death. That data was presumably locked in Domusara Facility's computer, and 8472 had presumably been unable to get at it.
He stood over the tactical officer's station, "Get a lock on their ship," he ordered.
The display on the tactical screen showed the gravimetric distortion from which 8472's communication had come. All they could see was a yellow-white explosion of distorted space and matter - effluent from 8472's fluidic realm. Targeting reticules tracked uselessly across the anomaly's image. "Impossible, sir. There's too much interference. It's bioelectrical however, which could mean their own ship is responsible for masking its presence, like a sort of cloak, rather than the distortion at large."
Ghes sighed, thinking of the implications. The distortions, with the helpless Eagle beached between them, loomed large on the viewscreen; portals into a grand, strange dimension, neither distant nor close to the Milky Way. Shortly after, he received word that most of his senior staff had been cleared of being 8472 impersonators.
"Conference," he commed.
Situated around the conference table, the senior staff - with the exception of Dr Saryn (his place filled, at Ghes's behest, by the vulcan's son Savin) - looked on their CO dubiously. They had no right reason to doubt him; it was only that what he was saying would seem so unlikely in other circumstances. The horror of it actually unfolding was hard to believe even in the moment.
Ghes reiterated, "They've demanded computer data from Domusara, relating to subspace anomalies, of a particular subset concerning - and I'm sure Commander Galwyn will corroborate this - gravimetric distortions such as first witnessed by the USS Voyager in 2373. They have given us two hours to respond or, apparently, they'll destroy us, along with the Vingazi and the Eagle. People, Species 8472, declaring hostile intent, have opened two anomalies in this region of space, close to Earth, but no bioships have emerged...
"To me it's clear... They want the research in order to allow their ships to pass into our universe, likely en masse, or, to open more gravimetric distortions. The high frequency and instability of such distortions on the boundary of this system in the past few weeks might suggest they've tried to open many portals before, but have kept failing. What we've seen on the station might be some sort of advance unit, an intelligence operation designed to acquire the data they need, at the very place they knew the research was being carried out." Ghes took a deep breath, taking his seat. He was tired of speaking and pointing. "Thoughts, everyone?"
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Sept 28, 2014 20:28:57 GMT
Tiana was relieved to learn that Dr Saryn had been rescued. She was unnerved to learn that Species 8472 were involved. She had checked Tomal's findings but that was largely so she could have the facts to hand when she was asked for them, not because she doubted his findings.
As the senior staff and Savin gathered for the briefing. Tiana noticed the sidelong glances that people had been throwing. This suspicion was actually dangerous, it could tear the whole Enzio apart before anything happened. If people couldn't trust anyone...
"To me it's clear... They want the research in order to allow their ships to pass into our universe, likely en masse, or, to open more gravimetric distortions. The high frequency and instability of such distortions on the boundary of this system in the past few weeks might suggest they've tried to open many portals before, but have kept failing. What we've seen on the station might be some sort of advance unit, an intelligence operation designed to acquire the data they need, at the very place they knew the research was being carried out." Ghes took a deep breath, taking his seat. He was tired of speaking and pointing. "Thoughts, everyone?"
Tiana started speaking before anyone else could. "It seems like an act of desperation to me. As far as we know Species 8472 have a superiority complex where life in our space is concerned that they are suddenly interested in it again suggests something has changed in fludic space. We should probably also try to learn why portals to fludic space opened in this system are unstable. If it's something we can replicate then it could be useful."
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Post by Gheskori on Oct 13, 2014 19:51:58 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the delay people. We're now quite far behind with this month... Let's get back into the swing of things!
"... We should probably also try to learn why portals to fludic space opened in this system are unstable. If it's something we can replicate then it could be useful."
Ghes leant forward and placed a hand under his chin, nodding sagely. He hadn't thought about it from that angle, the possibility of being able to simulate the conditions around the collapsing portals on the system's edge, or in the system as a whole, in order to prevent 8472 from forming stable rifts in the future.
"Very well, Commander, start looking at how the portals are becoming destabilised. If we can find out what it is about the surrounding space that prevents them from forming portals it could stop them ever opening one. As for their motivation, I intend to find that out during these... negotiations."
"How can we know what data Species 8472 want from the research facility?" the assistant tactical officer spoke, "They're relying on us being able to give them exactly what they need. And they're threatening to destroy us anyway."
Ghes looked out the window, where the light from one of the gravimetric distortions leaked into the visual field resulting in deceptively dusty illumination of the vacuum. The Domusara research facility was far behind them now. It had taken all of Ghes's effort not to order the destruction of the facility. The forward unit of 8472 was still over there, still attempting to hack in to the computer network presumably, and possibly subsuming the stranded Enzio and Vingazi crewmembers. There was a strong case to be put that he should've destroyed it. The opposing viewpoints inside him were equally strenuous and came from different moral centres; mentally it had nearly tore him apart.
"Indeed," he said, "It does seem to be as Commander Galwyn said, an act of desperation. They're barely able to maintain these two distortions, only enough to communicate with us and order us to submit the relevant data, whatever that is. But we'll soon see that they're in no position -"
"Bridge to Admiral Gheskori. Sir, Species 8472 within the anomaly are making contact again. They want to speak to you personally."
Ghes rolled his eyes and headed for the bridge, staff in tow. He grudgingly elected to answer 8472's hail. He didn't see why he should considering the enemy's compromised position, but he and his staff had made several assumptions about why 8472 wanted the subspace research. It would be good to be able to verify those assumptions. He took his seat, nodding to tactical, "Gheskori here. I hope you've changed your mind regarding your ultimatum to my ship. You'll take me seriously when I say no ship in the Federation - "
"Spare us your moral objections, Admiral," the humanoid voice replied. "We have determined that you will not surrender the required data, that you would rather allow your ship to be destroyed." Good news, potentially, Ghes thought. He waited patiently for the humanoid 8472 to continue. The silence endured until a minute had passed, the tactical officer eventually indicating that the channel had been cut.
"Detecting a fluctuation in the power output from the nearest gravimetric distortion. Registering a change in the distribution of bioelectrical energy... Something is emerging," Ops reported.
Patterns of light shifted across the anomaly on the viewscreen. "Alert stations," Ghes ordered, standing and nodding to Matthew to raise ship defences. "Bioships?" he asked.
"Only one energy signature... Too small for a bioship, or unlike any bioship seen before."
Ghes turned to Savin who was standing on the upper level next to the port aft console forward facing console. "Savin, Species 8472 have the ability to communicate telepathically. Can you sense anything from that ship out there, its intentions?" He had no idea if vulcans' abilities extended to being able to receive messages in this way, but he had few options when it came to communicating with them.
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A craft about fifty metres in length came streaming out of the distortion, closing with the Enzio and the Vingazi. "Reading an energy build up in that vessel, sir... It's firing." Ghes opened his mouth to order return of fire but it wasn't quick enough. "They've lowered our shields. The beam is impacting our hull..." The tactical officer squinted at his console, "No further damage."
A vibration propagated through the Enzio, pulling the vessel off axis. Shearing tension rattled through the chassis around the bridge crew and they were thrown off their feet. Ghes spat out blood and looked at the viewscreen, the view swinging wildly as the ship rotated on all three axes. "Report!"
"Sir... the enemy ship is heading back into the anomaly. It seems the Enzio and Vingazi are being pulled in with it. Approximately five minutes til we cross the threshold."
Ghes growled, "Attempt to break us free but don't tear the ship apart. Commander Matthew you have the bridge... All injured to sickbay." There was more reason to visit sickbay than to have his injured mouth seen to. This was his last option, to find out what Species 8472 really wanted. Four rescued scientists would soon be coming out of deep freeze.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 19:33:13 GMT
Savin watched those around him intently, not wanting to miss a single thing of what was said. From his position in the room he could see everyone by just turning his head. He was so intent on watching everyone, that he did not speak up himself. He just 'listened' as suggestions and alternatives were offered and he stored the information away, so he could pass it on to his father as soon as he was released from sickbay.
The young Vulcan's eyes widened when he thought he 'heard' something and he looked around again, reasonably sure there were no other telepaths here. Eyes settling briefly on each individual in turn, he watched them closely then shook his head minutely as he moved on.
You're a telepath. You can hear us.
Savin froze as he 'heard' the shrill voice inside his mind, a sharp gasp escaping him. Yes, I hear you.
You can't see us but we're here, outside the vessel you're on. Tell your captain if we don't get what we want, we'll destroy the ship.
Savin stood abruptly, drawing stares from people around him as his chair tipped over and loudly fell against the deck. He took a single step towards the nearest wall, breathing heavily. "No," he growled under his breath. "No I will not."
Then you will all die. You can't beat us, we are Species 8472 as you call us, and we no longer wish to sit by while our people are forced into submission. We will take what is ours, and we'll take it by force. Tell him youngling. Tell him, or we will destroy you and we'll start with the man you call father. We spared him, when we captured him. But we will no longer do so, if we meet again.
Savin opened his eyes after having wrenched them shut. "Captain... they are making demands. They say, give them what they want, or we will be destroyed." He gasped for breath, leaning heavily against the wall. "No-one will be spared this time. They say, you know what they want and you must give it to them."
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Post by Gheskori on Oct 21, 2014 18:22:36 GMT
Ghes had been exiting the bridge, on his way to sickbay to ascertain how long it would be before Saryn and the rescued scientists came out of deep freeze. When he'd first questioned Savin about whether he was picking up any telepathic communications the young vulcan had replied in the negative, slipping into a mode of seeming deep concentration, searching the aether for any psionic waves from the excellent biological specimens the other side of the gravimetric anomaly.
Now as Ghes neared the turbolift he heard Savin's voice, speaking low, "Captain... they are making demands. They say, give them what they want, or we will be destroyed."
The CO said nothing at first. He knew that much already, although he didn't really believe that 8472 would be willing to carry it through. Removing the Enzio would remove their only means of actually breaking through into this galaxy in this region of space. It was indeed an act of desperation then, an empty threat. Although, Ghes thought, if 8472 did want to destroy them, they were perfectly capable of doing so.
He stepped towards the turbolift, the doors sliding aside to gratefully accept its new occupant. Ghes turned back, "If you have the ability to send a message back... Tell them we will not acquiesce - "
Savin gasped for breath, leaning heavily against the wall. "No-one will be spared this time. They say, you know what they want and you must give it to them."
That stopped Ghes cold. "Keep trying to communicate with them..." He was tempted to abandon the trek to sickbay, instead drag Savin into his ready room and berate him for giving away what he - and only he, not even the first officer Matthew - was supposed to know. He would've sworn Savin to secrecy, tell him to reveal it to no one, not even his father.
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But the damage was done. Half the bridge crew had heard what the young vulcan had said and were displaying various degrees of confusion.
"Ok..." he meandered his way back down to the area in front of the command chairs, Matthew and the others scrutinising him. He addressed the whole bridge, "There's something I haven't divulged, something Command entrusted only to me in case 8472 had infiltrated our senior officer hierarchy. But now you all check out courtesy of the assistant CMO, I suppose I can tell.
"I know full well what 8472 want from Domusara Facility, and it's not merely data of research into gravimetric distortions. They want a particular piece of technology that'd been under development by the scientists at the Facility, a subspace wave generator of sorts... that on activation would simultaneously open a string of rifts into subspace across several sectors and several timeframes." Murmuring fluttered around the bridge. On the viewscreen the anomaly was getting larger as the Enzio and SS Vingazi were being pulled into it by the 8472 scout's tractor beam.
"The theory was it would allow for faster and much larger scale subspace communication, time travel expeditions and long distance voyages using yet to be developed warp technology. Needless to say, as soon as Domusara detected the subspace distortions on the boundary of their system, that combined with the rumours of an 8472 incursion led them to destroy the prototype of the device.
"In short, ladies and gentlemen: what 8472 want, we're unable to give them."
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"Sir," Ops spoke up, "We're twenty seconds from the anomaly."
Ghes renewed red alert, taking the command chair once more while Matthew's eyes bored holes in the side of his face. Gheskori did his best to ignore him, feeling slightly guilty that he'd had to keep this from his crew.
"Reinforce structural integrity field. Full power to shields..." There was no knowing what they'd encounter on the lip of the distortion. Beyond it, doubtlessly fluidic space, but what had 8472 been doing suspended in between that viscous realm and the hollow blackness of the external universe?
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Oct 22, 2014 21:25:35 GMT
"Very well, Commander, start looking at how the portals are becoming destabilised. If we can find out what it is about the surrounding space that prevents them from forming portals it could stop them ever opening one. As for their motivation, I intend to find that out during these... negotiations."
Tiana nodded and started making notes on her PADD, given how tricky it was to create a stable subspace portal, de-stabalising one should not be too difficult. The tricky thing was doing in a way that did not result in the spontaneous release of a large amount of energy. There weren’t really that many possibilities…
She listened with half an ear as the meeting adjourned to the bridge so that the Admiral could communicate with Species 8472. Tiana located herself by one of the auxiliary science stations where she could monitor what was happening out there.
There were definitely some strange phenomena out there if she could just get some more data…
She heard a clatter behind her. She spun round and suddenly all thoughts of gravitic phenomena fled her mind. Savin’s chair was on the floor and he was backing towards the wall. "No," he growled under his breath. "No I will not." He looked as if her were exerting himself. She started towards him.
The non-rational part of her wanted to hold him and tell him that it, whatever it was, would be okay. The rational part of her made her approach slowly in his eyeline. “Savin, I’m here, what’s happening? Can I help?” She had nasty suspicion that she knew what had happened, Species 8472 were telepathic after all, but what had been said she did not know.
Savin did not seem to be aware of her presence he carried on speaking, this time with a little more force. "Captain... they are making demands. They say, give them what they want, or we will be destroyed."
To her surprise Ghes responded almost at once , "If you have the ability to send a message back... Tell them we will not acquiesce - "
Savin gasped for breath, leaning heavily against the wall. "No-one will be spared this time. They say, you know what they want and you must give it to them."
Tiana glanced at her CO wondering if what Savin was saying was correct, did he know more about this situation than he had said? If so, what did she think of that? Especially given all the suspicions fired at her of late, surely he wouldn’t be keeping secrets…
"Ok..." Tiana watched as Ghes meandered his way back down to the area in front of the command chairs. He addressed the whole bridge, "There's something I haven't divulged, something Command entrusted only to me in case 8472 had infiltrated our senior officer hierarchy. But now you all check out courtesy of the assistant CMO, I suppose I can tell.” Tiana was sure that her heart skipped a couple of beats, if he had been ordered it was probably all right, wasn’t it? Having said that if Species 8472 had infiltrated the Command structure they would surely give secretive orders to create suspicion and confusion.
"I know full well what 8472 want from Domusara Facility, and it's not merely data of research into gravimetric distortions. They want a particular piece of technology that'd been under development by the scientists at the Facility, a subspace wave generator of sorts... that on activation would simultaneously open a string of rifts into subspace across several sectors and several timeframes." Murmuring fluttered around the bridge. On the viewscreen the anomaly was getting larger as the Enzio and SS Vingazi were being pulled into it by the 8472 scout's tractor beam.
"The theory was it would allow for faster and much larger scale subspace communication, time travel expeditions and long distance voyages using yet to be developed warp technology. Needless to say, as soon as Domusara detected the subspace distortions on the boundary of their system; that combined with the rumours of an 8472 incursion led them to destroy the prototype of the device.”
"In short, ladies and gentlemen: what 8472 want, we're unable to give them."
Tiana unfroze at those words, if they had created a prototype they should have made notes about it somewhere, if she could find those records she might be able to do something. She did not think she could safely speak to her CO right now
"Sir," Ops spoke up, "We're twenty seconds from the anomaly." Somehow an imminent trip to fludic space seemed the least of her worries right now. She wanted to check that Savin was all right but could not stop. If they wanted this device so badly it would be a help to have everything they could about it. It would be nice to know why it was so important to Species 8472.
"Reinforce structural integrity field. Full power to shields..."
There was a strange shudder through the ship as the Enzio fought the tractor beam to the last possible second.
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