Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on May 9, 2015 16:53:45 GMT
After their meeting with Drew Magellan left Tedak to consult with his government and to rustle up some information on Tavalak, he himself returned quickly to his quarters. Laurana was thankfully absent and he quickly pulled out a hypospray and injected himself with another dose of Isoboramine. He felt the rush of chemicals in his blood stream and then a disturbing sensation. A sensation that was becoming more common and longer lasting with each injection. He blinked sharply and dimmed the lights, why did it always seem brighter with each injection?
Feeling more himself, well what passed as himself now he decided to return to the bridge. He was sat there when the first of his new staff arrived. “Doctor Lorna Holsen reporting for duty, Sir.” “Welcome aboard Doctor” he greeted, rising and extending a hand. I Hope you’ll find the Victory up to your standards. Let me introduce you to some of our senior staff, Commander Hope is our acting-XO, Ensign Garron Lin is our Operations Chief, Ensign Sien Zoilip is our helmslady.” In turn a human males, trill male and bolian female rose and greeted her. “Dr Jalli-tol is our scientist and her bondmate Commander Harash-Kyat is acting-Chief Engineer, they are both off duty at the moment. I am sure you want to get settled but I know Dr Lassiter wants to speak to you before she leaves for the Hanson.”
TAG Holsen
Dr Lassiter looked wistfully around sickbay, she hadn’t been here long but in way it had become home. She wasn’t disappointed about leaving, the Victory was a long way out and things hadn’t been easy, but still it felt like unfinished business. TAG Holsen “Yes I wanted to apprise you of the Admirals medical state. I had to improvise rather heavily. When we arrived in the Delta Quadrant we were sabotaged, major systems failures, we lost a lot of crew and Magellan became trapped in a turbolft door. Once we managed to free him I found major damage to his symbiont pouch. The symbiont was in extreme distress and on the brink of death...” she paused reliving the trauma of the event, “we didn’t have full power and couldn’t get him to sickbay, luckily his partner... Laurana is a member of the Symbiosis Commission and guided me through the transfer process, we removed Lin from Magellan and implanted him into the Operations officer Garron. The meld went well and Garron and Lin seem well suited, Magellan however, well in all rights he should be dead. As you know hosts don’t last long after separation.”
TAG Holsen
“I improvised, I have a hobby in studying neurological injuries and have been researching Balstoneurans. You may know them better as Denevan Neural Parasites. I hypothesised that as a neural parasite their structure may allow them to bond with the symbiont pouch and fulfil some of the roll the symbiont once did. It seems to have worked. Magellan now has a neural parasite in his pouch and has responded well, the big problem is the isoboramine, naturally produced by the symbiont it isn’t by the blastoneuron, he is now reliant on regular injections of it, and all transporters need to be reconfigured to ensure the parasite isn’t screened out during transport. I just thought I should let you know.”
TAG – Holsen
“Thank you and Good Luck. This is an interesting ship, I think you’ll like it.”
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 20:27:22 GMT
Hours after trying to convince his government to give up the necessary information, and their persistent refusal to assist what they considered to be an outcast to their proper society, Tedak returned to the bridge of the USS Victory. Both firelizards circled above him, chattering angrily, echoing their bondmate's fury as he stalked onto the command center of the ship. "We're on our own," he growled, his robes rustling about him as he strode forward to join the admiral. "They won't help me, and they certainly won't help you. "Now that you are no longer Magellan Lin, they feel that they can't trust you. Any more than they trust him."
Tedak pointed at Garron, watching the younger Trill's reaction before returning his attention to the admiral. "You are two entities instead of one, and they don't know how you'll respond. They don't know what to expect, you're an enigma to them. And you know as well as I do they consider me to be too pro-Federation, an opinion they may well be right about. I have nothing in what's left of the Empire, my life is here."
He paused, trying to calm himself, for the sake of his companions, as well as the people present. He drew in a deep breath before lifting his eyes. "Whatever you need...we're on our own but I swear to you, I will do whatever I can, whatever I have to, to get you what you need. I am on your side, no matter what. I draw upon our long friendship for you to trust me. Have I ever betrayed you?"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 20:53:32 GMT
Being an officer meant getting used to pulled from one assignment to another, still Karen didn't much relish bieng placed on Victory, she had no fascination with the Delta Quadrant and even less desire to be there. And she hated serving under 'Admirals' especially cowboy Admirals who insisted on still commanding ships. Still she had her orders and like a good little officer she obeyed. As she walked the halls of the Vesta class starship she occasionally stopped to glance at a computer panel or simply to take in the decor.
Eventually she walked onto the bridge, her intention to offically report in to her new commanding officer, who she spotted immediatly as she listened to a Romulan, looking up she held back a sigh of disgust as she noticed some from of creatures overhead. 'perfect the bridge is a zoo' she thought as she looked back down.
"Have I ever betrayed you?" The romulan finished by asking.
"You might come across as more trustworthy if you didn't try so hard to convince people you were, free piece of advice." Karen stated bluntly as she looked from the Romulan to the Admiral. "Counsellor Karen Myles reporting as ordered Admiral."
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Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on May 16, 2015 14:02:43 GMT
Lieutenant Myles' comments drew a smile from Magellan, this was a very direct officer.
"Tedak you have never intentionally betrayed me... but at times you have been a terrible pain in the...neck. Lets say neck. As for you Counsellor, welcome to the Victory. Allow me to introduce Ambassador Tedak."
TAG Karen
"I m afraid we are in mid mission but I think your skills will be much needed or I doubt the Section Admiral would have assigned you here. We are in pursuit of someone wanting to commit genocide against Species 8472, I think your insights into the mind will be invaluable in helping us track him and catch him."
Magellan stood up to offer a hand of greeting and then gestured to one of the two command chairs beside the Captains chair, "Are you the kind of counsellor who likes to sit on the bridge or one who sits in an office. Either way I expect you here to advise at crunch time. Understood?"
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Post by Magellan Lin on May 16, 2015 14:05:15 GMT
Grask was hardly the most talkative or intelligent entity she had ever worked with but he had his uses. The bulk of the large Nausicaan has half buried in the debris that had just been beamed aboard the. He tore at the looser material and cast them behind him burying himself deeper and deeper like a mole escaping the sunlight.
“Slow Down, Slow Down” cried Siloth “How can I catalogue with you throwing everything around”
V’Shal turned a trained beady eye on the slight Zakdorn, “We are not cataloguing Siloth. We are looking for something specific.”
Siloth shrugged, “The only way to do this is methodically. By recording each part we may find it sooner or find other items of profit its only log...”
“Don’t say it. You don’t get to use that word” V’Shal turned her back on Siloth “We only need the secondary science core nothing more nothing less and Grask knows what it looks like. He’ll get it even if he has to tear it from the mainframe himself.”
Grask emitted a grunt and emerged carrying a large item that appeared to once have been an engineering terminal. Scorched and warped even a hundred of the galaxies best engineers could not get it working again. Gripping the top and base Grask peeled off the top layer of interface board casting aside the veneer of diodes and angular Romulan lettering. With more care he slipped out the remaining bolts to pull out the Romulan equivalent of bio-neural gel packs to reveal a small palm sized silver disk: A solid state secondary science mainframe core. V’shals hand nipped out with agile hands and took it from Grasks strong hands.
“Good Work Grask” she replied with the barest hint of a smile, “You and Siloth tidy up here. You can keep anything you find... profitable.”
Still clutching the core V’Shal entered the bridge of the Valdore Class IRW T’Aura. A pair of centurions stood to one side monitoring the ships condition whilst in the centre chair Commander Sebok looked disdainfully over at her. She could feel the hatred he felt for her Vulcan ancestry and delighted in how it warred with his attraction for his physical attraction for her.
“Commander” she greeted with a curt nod “We have what we came for.”
“Which was?” Sebok practically growled,
“Something above your pay grade to know. My specialists and I have completed our work. You may jettison the remaining debris. Please open the cargo bay doors and evacuate the chamber” Sebok looked up, “But your team is still inside”
“I know... Do it anyways our employer wants no record of our work.”
Sebok shrugged feeling nothing for the pair of mercenaries that they had taken on at Drozana. He waved an arm at one of the centurions who dutifully blasted the debris into the Bassen Rift.
“I take it we can depart now?”
“Indeed we can. Let me enter the new co-ordinates.” She bent over him purposefully close to enter the details and then pulled teasingly away relishing the ire in him.
“This is in the Delta Quadrant” Sebok exclaimed
“Indeed it is so you better get us underway I doubt Tavalak is in the mood for delays. I’ll be in my quarters and that is most definitely not an invitation.”
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 14:33:57 GMT
She looked towards the Ambassador as Admiral Lin introduced him, she gave a slight nod "Ambassador." looking back to the Admiral as he stood to offer his hand, she took it and added. "Thank you for the welcome, given your current mission maybe the Section Admiral thought my work with criminals in the rehabilitation centers would be of use." SHe shurgged as she added. "Or maybe it was random selection that brought me here, I can't speculate."
She looked to the chairs next to the command seat as Lin sought answers as to which 'type' of Counsellor she intended to be. She looked back up at him as she replied. "Actually I prefer sitting on a beach with a martini." She took a slight breath. "However since that wasn't presented option." She paused for a moment. "I'll split my time between the office and the bridge, as for 'crunch' time, I'll offer whatever expertise I have, just don't expect me to 'sense' things or magically determine if the person on the view screen is lying or not."
She moved past the Admiral as she took a seat in the offered chair. "I'll need whatever files we have on this individual attempting Genocide, a summary of his past activities will be useful in forming a workable profile."
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on May 17, 2015 19:38:13 GMT
Lorna shook hands with the introduce members of the crew. She was etching the names and faces into her memory. She would go through the medical records later.
“I am sure you want to get settled but I know Dr Lassiter wants to speak to you before she leaves for the Hanson.”
“Thank you Admiral.” Lorna shook his hand and left the bridge.
Lorna walked in to the Victory’s sickbay and looked around. Her predecessor was quite easy to spot – she was one with a pile of PADDs directing operations. Lorna walked over.
“Greetings Doctor Lassiter, I’m Lorna Holsen. I was told you wanted to talk to me.” “Yes I wanted to apprise you of the Admirals medical state. I had to improvise rather heavily. When we arrived in the Delta Quadrant we were sabotaged, major systems failures, we lost a lot of crew and Magellan became trapped in a turbolft door. Once we managed to free him I found major damage to his symbiont pouch. The symbiont was in extreme distress and on the brink of death...” she paused reliving the trauma of the event, “we didn’t have full power and couldn’t get him to sickbay, luckily his partner... Laurana is a member of the Symbiosis Commission and guided me through the transfer process, we removed Lin from Magellan and implanted him into the Operations officer Garron. The meld went well and Garron and Lin seem well suited, Magellan however, well in all rights he should be dead. As you know hosts don’t last long after separation.”
Lorna nodded. “I remember hearing about a drug regime invented on Trill but it’s complicated and not all hosts survive that anyway. Obviously you didn’t have that on hand. I’m very impressed with your work. What did you do?”
“I improvised, I have a hobby in studying neurological injuries and have been researching Balstoneurans. You may know them better as Denevan Neural Parasites. I hypothesised that as a neural parasite their structure may allow them to bond with the symbiont pouch and fulfil some of the roll the symbiont once did. It seems to have worked. Magellan now has a neural parasite in his pouch and has responded well, the big problem is the isoboramine, naturally produced by the symbiont it isn’t by the blastoneuron, he is now reliant on regular injections of it, and all transporters need to be reconfigured to ensure the parasite isn’t screened out during transport. I just thought I should let you know.”
Lorna paused, she didn’t think she’d have thought of that (but you never knew what crazy leaps your brain was make under enough stress). “Thank you. And congratulations. I think you should write up your work it’s the most intriguing piece of surgery I have ever heard of.”
“Thank you and Good Luck. This is an interesting ship, I think you’ll like it.”
“Good luck on the Hanson.”
With that Doctor Lassiter left the sickbay. Lorna introduced herself to the rest of the staff, got Cris and Mari to report in, and then she started work reading up on the medical records of the senior crew and the mission updates.
She noted that there was an ambassador on board as well as a newly assigned counsellor. As the other member of senior staff directly responsible for the health of the crew Lorna had always found it useful to have a good working relationship with ship’s counsellors.
=/\=Doctor Holsen to Lieutenant Myles=/\=
Tag: Lt Myles
=/\=I wondered if you wanted to meet up later. I can drop by your office, or you’re welcome to come by mine.=/\=
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Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on May 18, 2015 17:59:03 GMT
When Karen had taken a seat Magellan entered a security code into the console,
"This is all Section Admiral Drew sent to us. Your welcome to review it all. Oh and by the way you have the bridge, take us out of orbit and get us underway into deep space"
TAG Karen
"Tedak, a word please in my ready room."
Magellan led the ambassador into the ready room and offered Tedak a seat,
"I know your government were no help what so ever but I know you and your more resourceful than that. You are better placed than all of us to understand what this Tavalak will do. You also know V'Shal as well as I do. I m relying on you to give us some idea of where to start looking. You must have old friends in the Tal Shiar, what about access to information on Species 8472. As far as I am aware your people have had no interaction with them. What will Tavalak know? What in fact do your people know about the Delta Quadrant perhaps we can guess a location from the limited information your people have on the quadrant otherwise we are stuck at searching system by system. Can you help?"
TAG Tedak
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 16:56:52 GMT
Looking down at the console as the files Admiral Lin had unlocked began to show, she didn't have much time to start reading however before he also added that she had the bridge and was to take the ship out of orbit. A test no doubt to see how she would react, she glanced up and gave a curt nod in response. Watching as Lin led Ambassador Tedak into the ready room she took a deep breath and looked toward the conn.
"Helm, prepare to take us out of orbit and continue towards the arranged co-ordinates." She looked around, "Continue scans for readings that match known Romulan technology."
"Engage."
She leaned toward the console on her right as she again began to read the available information, it wasn't as much as she had hoped, Starfleet intelligence had of course collected his known assignments and associates, even his familial connections but without in depth context it was going to be hard to formulate a workable profile beyond the cliche'd version people assigned to most Romulans.
=/\=Doctor Holsen to Lieutenant Myles=/\=
She stopped reading as she reached up and tapped her comm badge. "Go ahead Doctor."
=/\=I wondered if you wanted to meet up later. I can drop by your office, or you’re welcome to come by mine.=/\=
She thought for a moment as she looked around the bridge. "I'll come right down to your office Doctor, Myles out." She took a deep breath. "Lieutenant, you have the bridge." She said as she stood up, pulling out a padd she transferred the files from the console to it and then walked into the turbolift.
Walking into sickbay she looked at Holsen while they had been on Rainier together they hadn't got much past greetings and mission discussion, she didn't even know her first name. "You wished to see me Doctor?"
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 2, 2015 9:35:35 GMT
There was silence. The person Magellan was talking to said nothing.
"Fine get out. I will discuss this with the attache that came aboard with Admrial Drew's personnel changes."
Magellan quickly paged Terdal and brought the young aide up to speed. On the situation and the recalcitrance of the Ambassador,
"How can I help?" Terdal replied timidly,
"We need to find Tavalak and your government won't help do you have any information on the Delta Quadrant.
Terdal paused amount and then nodded slowly, "Some of our people have been out this far, some by accident like Telek R'Mor others on missions...I believe there is someone who could help but it may cost me dearly. May I use your terminal?"
Magellan got up to allow Terdal to take his place, "Of course"
Terdal entered in a few swift commands and then shield his inputs as he entered a series of codes before a Romulan Symbol appeared on the screen. It flashed like a waiting tone.
"There that is all I can do. Ask me no more"
"Thankyou" Magellan ascented not sure exactly what the Romulan had done. Terdal rose and left the room.
The symbol flashed once more and then a dark skinned Romulan face appeared,
"Admiral Lin... or should I say Magellan. How nice to see you again" it said
Magellan smiled tightly,
"Ambassador S'Khellian."
"Please... just call me Vebn. By calling me on this channel means that the role of ambassador is dropped for this talk. How did you contact me?"
"A friend"
"Hmmph well he must have given you access to this highly secret back channel I very much doubt your Intelligence branch even knows of it. Still I must oblige... what is it you want?"
Magellan relayed the story of V'Shal and the rogue Tavalek and the risk of promoting war with Species 8472. Vebn listened quietly only nodding occasionally.
"I know Tavalak. He is a purest and quite driven... unfortunately misguided... I can however help you in two ways... 1. V'Shal is already en route and 2. Tavalak was last reported to be on Qomar. They have highly advanced medical technology he is hoping to use some of it. That is all. Do not call this channel again .... this is a one off and debt has been accrued. It will be called in."
Vebn closed the channel and Magellan was left with his thoughts. As much as he disliked the Ambassador he knew that a war with Species 8472 would be as bad on the romulans as them and so in a way trusted the master manipulator to be on there side... well partially.
Rising Magellan tapped his badge,
"Doctor Holsen, Engineer Paht and Counsellor Myles. Please report for Away Team duties at Transporter Pad 1. I ll fill you in there, come prepared for field combat, analysis and bioweapon disposal. Magellan out"
TAG all... and TAG TAVALAK - we are coming for you
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Post by Meylor Paht on Jun 6, 2015 19:56:46 GMT
As luck would have it, Meylor was deep into supervising a Level 2 diagnostic of the matter injection manifold when the Admiral's call came through. He carefully made his way back down through the Jeffries tube and into the master situation monitor area of Main Engineering, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow before tapping the intercom panel.
=/\= Commander Meylor here; I'll be ready to join you shortly, sir. Just need to make sure the you're in good hands down here first. After our recent excitement, we're still running largely on auxiliary power until I can confirm that the core is back up to specs and clear of any possible sabotage tech. =/\=
As he made his way to his office, he ordered a nearby technician to have the necessary field gear brought to him. Bioweapon disposal, eh? he thought to himelf. Not really his area, but he was certainly familiar with their delivery systems. After all, when a long-range biogenic warhead launched by the Cardassians during the Dominion War had targeted his home colony, he had learned firsthand how to to disrupt their guidance and propulsion from his father, one of the colony engineers. Such technical expertise under duress had narrowly managed to spare the colony from disaster.
Unfortunately, such a fate was not entirely avoided years later on the New Sahving colony of the Gamma Quadrant, where Meylor had been serving as Chief Constable. Pirate raids had plagued the frontier world sporadically since its founding, but when one particularly crafty gang of Ziblians had managed to get a drone past the security perimeter to deliver its lethal metagenic virus, time ran out quickly. That same expertise which came so quickly to his father seemed to fail Meylor at the curcial time, and before the drone could be neutralized, 1/3 of the population had been wiped out. The colony recovered, investigations and inquires were made (though the parties responsible for hiring the Zibalians were never determined), and Meylor himself had been cleared of any negligence or dereliction of duty. Nonetheless, as far as he was concerned, he had failed those he was sworn to protect, and laregly because his engineering skills had not been up to the high standards both his father and Starfleet so frequently demanded.
That had been three years ago, and after submitting himself to a rigrous training course at Starfleet Engineering, he had finally been ready to return to duty. Flight duty, aboard a starship. Now, the Victory was facing challenges to its own security and well-being, and Meylor wasn't about to let his crew down. Leaving the ship at such a critcal time, however, was not a prospect he cared for. He would simply have to trust his staff, whom he was only just getting to know, to have his back. At least his Assistant Chief, the tempermental but highly skilled Tellarite Lieutenant Bevin, had proven himself capable of leading the team.
Leaving his office, now fully equipped, Meylor took Bevin aside for his final orders. "Keep a sharp eye on those power transfer conduits; the replicated replacement parts should hold fine, but you know they're rated at a lower capacity, so when you bring the injectors back online, ease back into a stable plasma flow rate. Try not to jam up the regulators like last time."
Bevin nodded ruefully, and tried to respond, "Aye, sir. But if I just had a little more time to adjust those regulators..."
Meylor gave him a firm pat on the back. "That'll have to wait until our little adventure here in the Delta Quadrant is finished, my friend. Until then, as my father used to say, `pick your battles`. Your priority is to keep those plasma conduits running, even at reduced capacity. We may need the tactical systems and some maneuverability on short notice, and they can't be if power's not getting to `em. Take care of our engines, Lieutenant, and they'll take care of us."
As Meylor turned and headed to the Transporter Room, he couldn't help but wonder what turn of events lay ahead that might require those engines to truly take care of them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 23:39:49 GMT
"And what can you offer us in return?"
The Prelate's aide scoffed, "Very little I imagine."
The Romulan circled the observation room at the top of tower in the Qomar's capital city, white light saturating every viewing port. He paused, frowning as he looked down at the airborne vehicles and pedestrian walkways over the river beyond, taking in the words of the two in the middle of the room. This species were well known for its derision and arrogance of other cultures; they never had any reason to hide it. How did he know this? Trierraha's information.
"Mr Tavalak?" the aide pressed.
"My guarantee of your protection," Tavalak said. "Your species... may be superior in matters of science, but we have warships. Your ships shudder at the scan of a foreign vessel. Ours are made for war. I'll propose to my... government that Qomar becomes a temporary protectorate of the Star Empire, with the possibility of a permanent arrangement in the near future. How's that?"
His twin Trierraha had been executed for recovering this information. Infiltrating the Federation, adding himself to the ranks of Species 8472 infiltrators already in its hierarchy, his twin had recovered all information on possible whereabouts of Species 8472 in the Delta Quadrant, from the site of their first discovery to their false Starfleet Academy. On return to the Empire he had been disposed of, considered too dangerous an asset to retain.
~ Sir. Reading a Federation starship on long range sensors.~ The voice spoke in his ear while the Qomar continued speaking now muted in the background. He held a hand to his ear as he looked at the surface below, speaking quietly, ~Target my position with a plasma torpedo. Then beam me aboard just after you've fired it. No arguments. Please.~ He peered at the blocky silver object in his hand - the medical tech the Qomar had already promised him.
The Qomar Prelate blustered. "But your space is thousands of lightyears away. Besides -"
Tavalak dematerialised from the room. Seconds later as the Qomar displayed their outrage a bright green dart appeared through the cloud cover, arrowing towards the top of the tower and detonating, the Prelate and his aides too entranced to scream.
"Break orbit. Raise shields, set course for the Ankari homeworld and prepare to jump to Warp 4," Tavalak ordered of his two man crew. She should be here, in three hours at most.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 21, 2015 18:58:45 GMT
Magellan reached the transporter room just as news of the attack on Qomar took place. Seeing the Medical team assemebled and Meylor entering he quickly reevaluated,
"Meylor, this must be Tavalaks work, get back to the Bridge, Start scanning for cloaked ships we need to find his ship and where he is going next."
He turned back to Dr Holsen and the rest of the away team,
"Forget the bioweapon analysis, this just became a search and rescue. We will render medical aid until we establish were Tavalak is going."
He stepped up onto the pad and waited for the others to join him.
"Energise"
The away team disappeared in the glow of the annular confinement beam depositing them on the surface of Qomar,
What beheld them was like hell. Fires burning everywhere and bodies lying strewn all around. He had no idea where to start.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2015 20:16:38 GMT
He hated the Ankari; he had no time for them. He gripped the arms of his chair looking into the viewscreen and its shooting stars before him, allowing himself to experience the feeling of barrelling into infinity. That's where this journey would take them, in the end, to Fluidic Space to exact justice against these interlopers that were bringing the Alpha and Beta Quadrant's major powers to their knees. Why were the Federation pursuing him? What he was doing was in their best interests.
The Hirogen's tissue samples proved to be too degraded. The 'Starbase' lay ahead of them, perhaps of more promise, however in the meantime he had to fulfil his own promise to the Ankari. His scout ship the Seeker pushed ever deeper into the Delta Quadrant.
The Ankari seemed amicable, "But we don't have anything you could use. You have resources? Fuel, supplies, rations...? People from your region of the galaxy have found us before, lost in this quadrant, in need of supplies."
"There's something else you could help us with. Certain extradimensional entities that you use to bless ships on their way through your space. We'd like access to them."
"If you feel your way needs to be blessed, guided by the spirits, then I'm sure we can accommodate you -"
"We don't want your guidance in summoning your spirits to give us guidance. We could cut out the middle man. Give us the required technology."
The Ankari bristled on the small screen. Perhaps if Tavalak had used a less harsh tone its answer would've been more generous, however as it was, "I see... And what would you be able to offer us? We have no need of your weapons."
"Indeed?" Tavalak said, "You don't take into consideration a race the Borg know as Species 8472 may soon be preying on your race. I see you haven't heard of them, or the Borg for that matter. In short, Species 8472 intend to destroy all life in this galaxy. Now, if I were to tell you I will soon rendezvous with one of my own ships that will be able to provide ample protection to your homeworld..."
The Ankari gave an expression as close to anger as Tavalak thought they were able to make. "No negotiations. If you want the protection of the spirits of good fortune you will have to come to our planet."
Tavalak acknowledged and closed the channel; turned to his weapons operator and nodded. The Centurion looked at his console, "Confirmed, correlating with the LCARS database three of the summoning devices are located in close proximity to the Ankari's main settlement... Some dampening field is preventing transport... We'll have to go down."
The three of them transported down to the planet, the Seeker in orbit set to autopilot. The encampment was layered in darkness. Scattered Ankari made their way about the camp, rags hanging off them. Tavalak gestured forward, and Centurion Vakjaara aimed his crossbow weapon into the air. Foot long darts shot over the camp in ever widening cone, dropping their deadly gaseous payloads over the Ankari. The primitives started stumbling about; distant croaks and retching noises in the night. By the time the gas had dissipated and the three Romulans had entered the camp all Ankari lay dead.
They found the summoning devices and prepared to beam up. As Tavalak took position for beam out, he recognised the Ankari he'd been talking with, crawling towards him in the night. It was trying to say something, "Wh - Wh -"
Tavalak pulled out his disruptor and in sustained burst of twenty seconds seared all the flesh from the Ankari's fragile frame. The three Romulans dematerialised.
"Consult the LCARS again, find out how to summon one of the creatures." The extradimensional space the 'spirits' existed in was not too far removed from Fluidic Space. It was entirely possible they could've imbibed Species 8472 DNA through encounters with them when entering directly into Fludic Space from their own realm. Tavalak had another route to the aliens' DNA... The plan was coming together.
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jul 25, 2015 19:12:05 GMT
OOC: Apologies for my absence.
=/\=I'll come right down to your office Doctor, Myles out.=/\= That was a bit faster than Lorna had planned but enthusiasm was a good thing. She felt a bit bad they had never really had a chance to connect on the Rainer but now was as good a time as any.
"You wished to see me Doctor?" Lorna smiled and offered her hand to the counsellor.
“I wanted to get to know you. Please feel free to call me Lorna.” She led the other woman into her office.
“Can I get you a drink?” Lorna walked over to the replicator ordering herself a spiced hot chocolate.
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Lorna got the drinks and settled at her desk. “I think we should take the time to get to know each other since between us we’re responsible for keeping this crew together physically and mentally.”
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“I also have a slight ulterior motive. I know doctors can be the worst patients, I also know my annual psych eval is overdue and so is your physical. I suggest that we take the opportunity to get them both done and then we can be smug when we catch up with everyone else. What do you think?”
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“In that case I’ll set the scans going,” Lorna perched her tricorder on the desk and you feel free to start with the questions. I will warn you that I am about as sane as any long serving Starfleet officer.” Lorna smiled and quirked an eyebrow, she new full well that you needed to be a little irrational to sign up for Starfleet in the first place and medics with a speciality in battlefield medicine especially ones who’d been through the Battle of Sector 001 and the Dominion War as a teenager were never going to be ‘normal’.
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Cris had finished sorting out her things. Neither she nor Lorna had ever really had much use for things which was just as well with the amount they’d been forced to leave behind over the years. But, there were some things she liked to have around. She liked to have a plant or two and a picture or holo of some tranquil scene. Lorna liked to have a series of small models in the shape of various mythic animals.
Both of them agreed on the large image of the star streaks of a warp jump that dominated a wall in their bedroom. Both their childhoods had been spent on ship out among the stars and they were what they thought of ‘home’.
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=/\=Doctor Holsen, Engineer Paht and Counsellor Myles. Please report for Away Team duties at Transporter Pad 1. I’ll fill you in there, come prepared for field combat, analysis and bioweapon disposal. Magellan out=/\=
=/\=Acknowledged Admiral=/\= Sounded like something interesting was happening. Lorna picked two of the duty medical staff both of whom had experience in dicey situations. Lorna put a few extra things into a medkit (checking the contents as she did so) and slung it over her shoulder, she pocketed her tricorder and attached a phaser to her opposite hip. She checked her team had kitted up sensibly and then they headed for the transporter room and took their places among the assembling away team.
It was always an adventure, always a danger, and to be fair there was a part of Lorna that lived for these moments. She was not however expecting the Admiral’s next words.
"Forget the bioweapon analysis, this just became a search and rescue. We will render medical aid until we establish were Tavalak is going."
She nodded and notified sickbay. If there was going to be a full on triage situation they needed to be ready. She took a breath. She was ready.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 15:56:42 GMT
The Seeker shot through space, its dark sides reflecting distant starlight as it passed a binary star system en route to the rendezvous point. In the single-celled brig, one of the entities crashed endlessly against the forcefield, screaming, twisting, writhing before returning to a corner to whimper quietly with a sort of muted shriek, its rippling flanks cycling through shades of indigo and purple; it seemed bruised, ill.
"Ah, blissful silence," Tavalak approached the cell nonchalantly, receiving a nod from the Centurion and having the forcefield lowered. He knelt beside the creature wary, nevertheless, that its threat was far from removed and keeping his distance as he prepared the hypodermic needle. "A sample from your intestines, my faithful friend..." he murmured, "Or what little of them there are."
He rose and regarded the contents of the syringe: silvery blood, like mercury, flashed in the light of the brig, "Take it to the lab."
Vakjaara, his Centurion, stepped forward took the syringe and exited, Tavalak striding around the brig console to secure the forcefield. "Eating the menace to our galaxy, creature?" he taunted, knowing of course that the extradimensional entity they'd summoned courtesy of the Ankari's device wouldn't be able to understand him. "Then you'd be doing us all a favour, especially the Alpha Quadrant, and especially me."
He clenched his fists - thinking of how when he'd given his evidence he'd been laughed out of the Senate chamber, nearly been stripped of his post and only permitted this assignment because of a favour owed to him by a friend in the agency's upper echelons; he would prove them all wrong. The creature's quiet weeping picked up in volume until it was an enraged shriek. It suddenly threw itself at the forcefield, rebounding off with a cry of anguish.
A droning voice interrupted this cathartic display, "Major Tavalak to the bridge. Repeat, Major Tavalak to the bridge."
The agent answered, "I told you never to refer to me by my Tal Shiar rank. What is it!"
"Sir... V'shal has arrived. And another matter has arisen that requires your immediate attention. It may be best to describe it to you in person, sir."
Tavalak arrived on the bridge to be met with the sound of distant shrieks - as if coming from his and the Centurion's periphery, a bubble round the cramped and spartan bridge of the Seeker. It sounded all too familiar. "The entities' revenge?" Tavalak snorted, took the command chair and studied his arm panel closely: names, ranks, positions and governorships across several sectors of Romulan space; the same with the Federation, the Cardassians, the Klingons unfortunate though they were... all prey to the menace from beyond the galaxy.
"Federation LCARS, courtesy of your twin, sir, confirms the same phenomenon was encountered by two Starfleet ships stranded out here 25 years ago. They defeated the entities eventually, although with the loss of one of the starships."
"Monitor their incursions. Any sign that extradimensional rifts are opening alert me immediately." If they released the alien in the brig back to its kind, the attacks would presumably stop. But only if they recovered 8472 DNA from this creature... Otherwise the process of summoning an entity, confining it in the brig, analysing the contents of its digestive tract would have to continue.
"So, V'shal's arrived. Are we being hailed?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, continuously for the last thirty minutes."
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Oct 11, 2015 14:01:10 GMT
Lorna stared at her tricorder screen as she made her way forward. So far there had been no serious injuries, she knew her luck was no going to hold out forever though. Yes, she had specialised in battlefield medicine but that didn't mean she actually liked search and rescue and triage, it simply meant that she could do it well. One of the major risks of running a search and rescue was that you became so caught up in what you were doing that neglected to keep an eye on potential dangers to yourself.
She glanced at the screen and then the door ahead of her, her luck had definitely run out. Something had and the atmosphere was comprismised. It wasn't toxic in the sense of breathing it would actively damage her lungs, but there simply wasn't enough oxygen. Loran would have tagged the door with a warning and carried on except as she stood and looked at it she knew there was someone on the other side. Her tricorder was no help, being unable to get a secure lock on the life signs. Loran knew they didn't have long left. It was time to do something crazy and hope that Cris would forgive her.
She brought down the nearest security door, no point compromising the whole area if she was wrong about the atmosphere, and pulled a hypospray she dialled it for trioxide and the applied it to her own neck. Lorna took a moment to check her med kit was secure before tagging the door panel, it hissed open. She entered looking around quickly. She saw the young woman collapsed in a corner and hurried to her side. Taking a second to assure herself that she wasn't in a state where moving her would kill her Lorna pulled her across her shoulders. She turned and headed back towards the door, she could feel her lungs starting to burn. The door seemed an awfully long way away. Lorna moved as quickly as she was able. She stepped back in to the corridor and shut the door. She rolled her casualty off her shoulders and on to the floor, she spared a glance at the atmosphere display on her tricorder before starting to treat the woman. Oxygen concentration was a little low but rising. Lorna took a deep breath and started her work.
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