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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 10:03:10 GMT
Although Steve had ordered his crew to take some shoreleave a week ago, he actually never left the ship. Instead he stayed behind to make sure the repairs and upgrades to the ship went along as planned. Also, without close company he felt better off alone anyway.
Spending a lot of time either in his quarters or in his Ready Room enable Steve to catch up on all the reports and requests that had been outstanding. Now, everything was up to date, and that felt good.
Throughout all that time, he had left Renora on the Holodeck. She was now at an age where he felt comfortable leaving her alone in the care of holographic characters. She was having fun and also doing some more learning as well.
Not long ago Steve took the decision to tell her what happened to her mother and she took it remarkably well. Or at least she seemed to. Nevertheless, Steve is contantly on the lookout for the penny to drop, so to speak, and see if Renora suddenly does something drastic.
Even to this day, it still killed Steve inside knowing that there was nothing he could do to save Arya, and that he literally had to watch her life slip away from her. But at least he had the chance to say goodbye. That thought and memory would forever be etched into him.
Suddenly a beep came from his Ready Room desk console, which brought him out of his reverie. It signalled an incoming databurst transmission for him from Command. He opened the message and read over it. And then again.....and again.
"Finally," he said to himself. "it's about time we got help."
Not wanting to disturb everyones shoreleave so soon, Steve thought it would be best only for the Senior Staff to come right now, therefore he tapped on open external comms.
=/\= Admiral Smith to all USS Olympia senior staff. Please could you report back to me for a briefing in the Conference Lounge in two hours. Smith out. =/\=
Steve closed the comms and then started gathering the data required for the briefing, and indeed for the mission...this time, which a lot more optimism.
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David Tan
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Post by David Tan on Oct 18, 2014 17:39:14 GMT
Medical Center .. Star Base Forty Seven :: Three weeks earlier ::It wasn't a dream ... Patients in deep coma caused by trauma didn't tend to 'dream' as the RES or reticular arousal system couldn't differentiate between conscious or unconscious thought neurons. So, he wasn't dreaming, it was more like, muscle memory, similar to a gymnast or ballerina, or dart thrower, his body simply recollected what was happening with no outward or neurological readings to prove it ... "I will ask you again David ....... How did you find out about my operation on Drevva Nine ?"
Blackness fell as his mind chose to shut down from the constant beating before irreparable damage was inflicted.
"Send for the Doctor. NOW." the interrogator shouted, then waited impatiently as the man examined then attempted to revive his Human prisoner.
"I am unable to revive him. He seems to have fallen into a deep comatose state. It is doubtful he will ever regain consciousness."
The interrogator's scream of frustration could be heard ringing through every synapse. It had been sixteen day's since the comatose Tan had been somehow rescued from his plight. Not that David knew anything about it ... No-one aboard the Olympia had been able to repair the damage to his neuro-cortex, nor had they managed to gain any headway in reviving him, he had therefore been transferred to the base Medical Center .... As he had no living relatives, the Chief of Medicine at Star Fleet Medical had been called in to make a final decision on if or indeed when life support should be discontinued. After consulting with all those in the loop, he had decided to wait a further forty eight hours, he had an option that may have the slightest chance of helping. Twelve hours later, Vorot, a Vulcan, arrived. He was admitted to the Surgical Suite where Tan lay, and requested to be left alone ... Two hours later he emerged and spoke to the Senior Medical Officer: "Will he wake up ?" One of the Doctor's attending asked. "I cannot answer that question. He has undergone immense trauma, and is fighting his own battle for survival. Should he loose that battle, then he will be lost forever ... We have joined and I have given him the means to fight and win that battle. But again Doctor, it must be his own will that wins and not any 'outward' intervention. The fight could last moments, or it could last indefinitely but I would hope to see signs of improvement within hours ... The Commander is a strong individual. One I perceive as someone who is unaccustomed to 'giving up' as you Humans are fond of saying ...... I will take my leave of you now Doctor, please let me know should the young man awaken, I think it would be pleasing to speak to him once again." ~~~~~He knew, for the first time, that he was winning ... Winning the battle against certain death, and one more chance to make a difference, however small. He had doubted his resolve, or more accurately, he had doubted his own will to live for a long time, but suddenly, there was another, and he was no longer alone to fall further into the depths of depression and loneliness. The newcomer taught him how to care once again, how to rid himself of the negative thoughts that were contributing to his demise. The man taught him patience, perseverance, but mostly, he showed him how to control his own fate ... All too soon the other had to depart, confident that David had learned, had found the resolve he needed ... So he climbed, and climbed. He would find his way now, he was certain of that more than anything he had been before ... Had any of the Medical Staff been looking at him in that moment, they would have noticed the tiniest flicker of his eyes beneath his closed eyelids ..........
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Post by Lennard Meshers on Oct 19, 2014 1:29:13 GMT
Lenny had left his quarters, casting his mind off the shackles of a thin-plotted holonovel, and was strolling en route to the mess hall when he fell into step beside Ensign Noone.
"How goes the day?" he asked in mock joviality, clapping a hand on the ensign's shoulder.
"Not all well, sir" came the reply. "You seem alright though. Any reason why?"
Lenny smiled. "No reason" he said. "Just pleased we've finally left dock again. Looks like they've actually been making some neat adjustments to the place too. More than last time."
"Last time was your first mission, sir, no offence" Noone replied.
They reached the mess and sat down. But no sooner had Lenny sat than his mind turned once more to that damn holonovel. The last lines lingered in his head like a striking dream: "They both looked from the fire into the expanse. The stars lay before them like jewels burning in the forges of the gods. They were alone."
What rubbish, Lenny mused. Sadly though, it was all he had by way of entertainment since his return from shore leave. He sipped his grey-hued coffee and cast his keen glance at the other inhabitants of the mess hall, which was strangely vacant for this hour. He saw Ensign Martins in one corner, and was about to call out to her when the comm-badge message came through.
=/\= Admiral Smith to all USS Olympia senior staff. Please could you report back to me for a briefing in the Conference Lounge in two hours. Smith out. =/\=
"Hmmm" said Lenny, "Guess that means me. Think I'll return to my quarters for now" he muttered to Noone, who nodded vaguely.
Not that it would take him two hours to prepare for a briefing. But the message had still irked him somewhat. This soon after leaving starbase, there already seemed to be something new in the pipeline. And Admiral Smith's order had contained a curious note of urgency, which was unusual for him.
Two hours later, Lenny entered the Conference Lounge, nodding to the others present, and sat down facing Admiral Smith.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Oct 22, 2014 22:19:09 GMT
Crystal had actually managed to get some shoreleave in, she had spent some time shopping and catching up with her correspondence, her cousin Jedda was having a great time with her second assignment. Crystal could barely believe that Jedda was now a Lieutenant and had just received a promotion to CScO in her own right. It only seemed like yesterday that she had, rather accidentally, spent a year on the Oly. It had actually been more like six years.
They had been exchanging messages as and when they could as well as forwarding journal articles of possible interest.
She had also managed to spend some time on the holodeck and in the pool. She was well caught up on her sleep and he had visited David twice. Of course, with him unconscious she had had more to do but she was starting to learn the very important command art of delegation. .
=/\= Admiral Smith to all USS Olympia senior staff. Please could you report back to me for a briefing in the Conference Lounge in two hours. Smith out. =/\=
Crystal sighed, all things had to come to an end, she responded to let the Admiral know his message had got through. She was currently in her quarters in her work out clothes. Two hours would give her time to finish reading this article and then shower and change before reporting for the meeting. Her ribs ached a little but generally she was pretty pleased with the results of her workout.
She arrived, clean and tidy, and after a hot shower without aching ribs at the conference lounge and settled in a chair. She nodded to Admiral Smith but did not distract him. Lieutenant Meshers was the next to enter. It was nice to see a new face at the senior staff briefing although David’s absence was something all of them were avoiding. She smiled at the CNO and asked how he was.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Oct 25, 2014 3:17:39 GMT
Continued from my SL post:
"Commander Helacaan? It is you isn't it."
Seth turned, startled. "No longer. Mr..."
"Ensign Treyis sir. I bring word from the Admiralty. Perhaps we should go somewhere private." Treyis led Seth into a room off the docking ring. Seth started wilting. "The Admiralty wish to recommission you in light of your performance on the Olympia. Whatever happened in the intervening period between your resignation and your rescue by Admiral Smith's ship the Admiralty are willing to overlook it. They feel your services will be particularly beneficial to the Olympia's next assignment."
Before Seth could utter a word Treyis continued, "The offer Commander Helacaan, is unconditional. You are hereby assigned to the USS Olympia as Chief Tactical Officer, and recommissioned to the fleet as a Lieutenant Commander. Your services are required Commander."
Seth edged closer to the man, gripping the table that dominated the room. His teeth were gritted, "This is preposterous..."
"The recommissioning is non-negotiable, however it is for one mission only. On the conclusion of the coming operation, you can do what you like. I would advise against doing anything stupid right now. Sir."
Seth nodded barely, staring daggers, before turning and departing. Yet within him as he let the door slide shut behind was a small spark of something that may have been happiness.
He arrived in the briefing room, all eyes turning his way in surprise, except for those of Admiral Smith and Commander Rose who would have been told. He stood straight, clean shaven, freshly pressed uniform with Lieutenant Commander pips. He was frightened to look in a mirror, frightened he would see the man of a year ago staring back at him, that Starfleet puppet with its anger and apathy peering out at him before dismissing him out of disinterest.
He took his seat at the table silently, nodding at Admiral Smith and waiting for the conference to begin. Could he really forge a new home here on the Olympia?
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Post by Lennard Meshers on Oct 28, 2014 23:22:55 GMT
Lieutenant Meshers was the next to enter. It was nice to see a new face at the senior staff briefing although David’s absence was something all of them were avoiding. She smiled at the CNO and asked how he was.
"Never felt more ordinary, ma'am" Lenny replied uncertainly, suppressing the urge to wink at his superior. He had taken his place at the table with a somewhat cautious air, aware that this was the first briefing he would attend as a full Lieutenant. The promotion had been surprising off the back of the last mission, but it was also something he sought to cast off the surface of his mind as he turned his attention to Admiral Smith at the head of the party.
But before Smith could begin, the door at the far end slid open and Seth Helacaan walked in. And what was more, Lenny's former commanding officer had walked in dressed just as such. He saw the pips signifying Lieutenant Commander, took in at once that he had been restored his old rank; but this was a huge surprise.
The attitude Lenny had got from the tail-end of the long haul back to Starbase 47 was that Helacaan had been eager to leave the ship, had been eager to return to whatever it was he had been planning upon his exit from Starfleet. And now here he was, fresh-faced (as much as that term could be attributed to the man) and immaculately turned out. He was there, a reassuring, familiar presence appearing at the height of a prelude to the unknown.
He nodded to Helacaan, and then, feeling some kind of vocal acknowledgement was required, spoke meekly, feigning that he had perhaps already known of this shock news. "How do you do, sir?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 16:59:26 GMT
Once all of the Olympia's senior staff had gathered in the Conference Lounge, Steve got the briefing underway. He turned towards Seth.
"First off, I would like to formally welcome Mr Helacaan, no sorry....Lieutenant Commander Helacaan to the staff of the Olympia. It's good to have you here in a more formal capacity." With that said, Steve stood up and walked behind his chair.
"I know you all would have been off ship enjoying a bit of down-time while on shoreleave, but I have been apprised of our next assignment and I wanted to bring some of you up to speed on it. That was why I only called for you to come back to the ship....the rest of the crew will be called back to the Olympia in due time."
Steve picked up the pile of PADD's from the desk and passed them out around the officers in the room. "Have any of you heard anything about the Maro system?" Steve asked the room. "Aside from Commander Rose." he added, gauging her reaction.
He sat back down again. "Prior to the mission we have just completed, the Olympia was sent to the Maro system to investigate reports that rogue scientists were working on developing a new, impenetrable phase cloak. While it sounded like a ploy, we went anyway. Upon our arrival, we got caught in a massive minefield surrounding the system which very nearly succeeding in destroying the vessel. That was our first clue that we were in fact NOT on a wild goose chase. However, every time we got one step closer to finding answers, something happened to push us further back....and with tragic consequences at that."
He scratched at his beard and sighed. "Eventually we managed to escape the area and never managed to obtain hard evidence that we could use to prove the cloak WAS being developed. I vowed to return there and get to the bottom of it all, but we would need backup. After much deliberation, Starfleet Command now finally agrees with that assessment. We are to be joined by the USS London, USS Inca and the USS Kingdom, and we WILL get this resolved this time."
Steve looked around the room. "I know that this is a lot to take in, but the logs for the mission are available to you if you wish to read up on it. However, for now....do you have any questions?"
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Post by David Tan on Nov 6, 2014 19:15:05 GMT
He was sat in the gardens of Star Fleet Medical, enjoying the sun on his face. It seemed so long ago that he had been under his own sky, so long ago that it was difficult to remember ... The Chief of medicine had been alerted over a week ago that he had begun showing signs of coming out of the coma that had held him for almost two months. Over the following day's David had been able to sit up and eat solid food for the fist time. His physical recover wouldn't take too long he had been told, physiotherapy would sort out the minor atrophy his muscles had suffered, and the Councillor assigned to him was more than happy that he would suffer no long-term affects from the torture he had endured ..... "Nice morning." David turned to see Doctor Mason stood behind his chair. "Yes, it is ... Take a seat doc, you look like you need one more than me at the moment." "Thank's ...... Long shift. I was on my way out when I saw you sat here, thought I'd come over and see how you are doing." Mason said, a warm smile on her face as she sat on the lounger beside him. "Oh, I'm relaxed, getting a tan, no pun intended." he said, grinning. "I've just come from the Chief of Medicine ......" she said a little too quietly for his liking. "Oh ..... That doesn't sound like something I'm going to be happy to hear." David said, a little crestfallen. "Well, the Councillor seems to think you would benefit from a few months of therapy, though she can't say precisely if it would be positive or detrimental to your well being." she said, helping herself to a glass of fresh orange juice from the pitcher on the table before continuing, "Personally, I'm amazed at your recovery. with what you went through I'd have been surprised if you had even come out of the coma, let alone been so eager to get out of that hospital bed ..... As for the Chief of medicine, well he's ......" "Don't tell me." Tan said, trying not to get annoyed, knowing it wouldn't do him any good in the long run, "He's refus ......" "As a matter of fact !" Mason said, interrupting the man before he could say something he would regret, "Despite the Councillor's recommendation, he is certifying you fit to return to duty, once you clear a cursory fitness check and medical examination ... He's recommending light duties, either here on the Star Base, or on Earth if need be, and before you start ranting again, I've spoken to him myself." she handed him a PADD before picking up her glass and enjoying the warm sun on her face. David lifted the PADD and read: Final report on :: Commander First Class David Tan serial Number :: ST-220-327-A
Star Date :: 2400.1014 .. 19:43 hours .....
It is my opinion that Commander David Tan has sufficiently recovered from injuries sustained during the previous mission of USS Olympia .. Following Psychological and Medical examination. I release the aforementioned Officer to Active Duty with the recommendation that he be assessed on a thirty day basis for no longer than three months by Doctor Ava Mason, Physician in Charge Star Base Forty Seven or by his assigned vessels Councillor if absent from the Star Base ..
Regards.
Admiral Marcus Rachmann. Chief Medical Officer. "I can go back to duty !" David said, leaning over and kissing the surprised Doctor, who after her initial shock grinned at the man's reaction. "You will need to report to either the Ship's Councillor, or Myself for the next couple of months to make sure there is no post traumatic stress from your ordeal, but yes, you can return to active duty once you have had a Medical and a Physical ... Don't fret, they won't be expecting a four-minute mile, just show them that you won't keel over after two minutes on the treadmill." ...... ooo000ooo In the turbo-lift, David felt his stomach knotting as he rose the six hundred decks from the Medical Center to the Dome ..... It was trepidation he knew. He had decided long ago to leave the Olympia, despite his long friendship with Admiral Smith. He and Steven had become friends before he had been assigned to the Olympia, and had been appointed Second Officer shortly after joining the ship. But things, both personal, and to do with the ship and her Commander had reached a point of no return. Now, with his mind changed for one last time, he stood waiting for the 'lift to make it's seamless climb through the Star Base ... As it stopped and the doors slid open, he could see the massive Dock Level, with it's panoramic plexi-glass window showing numerous vessels seemingly suspended. Worked-bee shuttles darted here and there, men in EVA suits moved among the nearest vessel ... The turbo-lift was chiming as if hinting he needed to step out so it could be on it's way elsewhere. To the right, on one of the internal pylons, the USS Olympia ... Gleaming under the blue white lights, it looked almost pristine ... He walked over to the windows and looked at the ship. a small voice inside his head asked if he thought he was doing the right thing in coming back. 'Really should not be talking to yourself at this point David' he thought wryly, then before he could second-guess himself any more he turned and walked to the gangway that would allow him to walk onto the ship. The Security Officer stood at this side watched him approach, eyeing the decrepit kit bag he was carrying, but still noticed the rank insignia. he stepped in front of Tan as he approached: "Excuse my Commander ... Do you have business aboard the Olympia ?" David handed over his Identification along with a PADD with his release from Star Fleet medical and reinstatement to Active Duty. The young Lieutenant looked from the PADD to the ID to Tan, before handing both back: "Sorry Commander. I'm newly assigned. Please go aboard, and, welcome back, Sir." "Don't worry about it Lieutenant, and thank you." David said grinning to put the man at ease, before taking his first step onto the USS Olympia in a long while ..........
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Nov 11, 2014 18:27:05 GMT
"How do you do, sir?"
Having settled at the table and started studying the pad detailing the Olympia's last mission to the Maro system, Seth finally had his attention drawn to Meshers sitting opposite. He glanced at the man darkly. "Excellent, thank you, Mr Meshers." While he was glad to see him, Meshers's presence was a reminder to Helacaan of his renewed service with Starfleet, of a past that did not lie easily, with memories of Commodore Park and his disappearance in the neutral zone returning.
"First off, I would like to formally welcome Mr Helacaan, no sorry....Lieutenant Commander Helacaan to the staff of the Olympia. It's good to have you here in a more formal capacity."
Helacaan nodded, "If you can tolerate me sir," Seth nearly resisted saying.
It seemed he had rediscovered some of the wantonly disruptive attitude and jesting he had exhibited last time on the Olympia, after he had been pulled from the freighter Pollux's escape pod while undergoing asphyxiation. That relaxed mode of behavior had made him feel more at home, had reminded him of the harsh winds of Ascension and games with his family on the arid deserts before the Ridges.
The Admiral began the briefing on the new mission to the Maro system, finishing by fielding any questions. Seth adjusted his tight collar, grimacing as he pulled down on the gray matter. He looked around the table and settled on the Admiral, "Is the minefield still existence? What other defensive forces are we likely to find there?"
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He thought it a particularly pertinent question considering his new role as tactical officer. He vowed to himself that he'd carry this departmental role with less apathy than he had the position of Ops chief on the Nevada. But he was already so far along the line... Starfleet had been his home for long years now. A long time, perhaps too long. He had lost the will to engage with his work, with such upheaval on his home planet. Being forced to take this role for one assignment was an irksome delay to the plans he held in the forefront of his mind, to save his family, his colony and hopefully its future with the Federation. Only friendship with these new shipmates could possibly pull him through, make him feel that once again he belonged to the Starfleet family.
Upon the staff's dismissal, Seth stopped short of the door and rose an arm, blocking Lieutenant Meshers path. He turned to the Lt, "Lieutenant... I am sorry if I was short with you earlier. I have been under pressure recently... many changes, difficult to come to terms with. Congratulations on your promotion." He offered a handshake to his colleague from the Nevada.
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Post by David Tan on Nov 13, 2014 20:21:06 GMT
Entering the ship, David had a moment of misgiving about his decision to return, but first and foremost he was a Star Fleet Officer and assigned to the USS Olympia ... Heading to Deck Three he walked to his quarters and entered. It was almost sterile, no feeling that the rooms had been 'lived-in' before he opened the door. 'No doubt that will change' he thought throwing his bags on the sofa and slumping down in one of the chairs. He must have sat for maybe thirty minutes before getting up and changing his uniform tunic to a fresh one, he threw his bags into the bedroom and left ... Making his way to the turbo-lift he entered and tentatively requested the Bridge .....
Entering he looked around, hardly surprised to see people working on the various upgrades the command system consoles needed. He asked a young Lieutenant where the Senior Staff were and was told they were in a meeting with the Admiral. Thanking the woman he sat in the Command seat and pondered if he should interrupt the meeting, but it was one of those questions he dismissed instantly. He noticed Commander Roes enter the Bridge and he smiled.
"Promotion Commander ?" she asked.
"Hey, you never know." Tan said remaining in the seat as Crystal took her own seat, "So how did the meeting go ?"
"Well you'd have known if you had managed to make your way here a little sooner ..... I assume you have yet to let the Admiral know you are here ?"
"About to do just that." David replied, sighing before getting up and heading for the Briefing Room as Seth Helacaan left, accompanied by a Lieutenant.
"Lieutenant ...... I am sorry if I was short with you earlier. I have been under pressure recently... Many changes, difficult to come to terms with. Congratulations on your promotion." the Lieutenant thanked him and turned away. David had stood off not wanting to interrupt the conversation. As Meshers left Seth looked at Tan, who grinned.
"Well Well ...... A guy has a few weeks 'R and R' and you go swap sides yet again. Civvy Street not to you're liking then ?" he asked, clamping a hand on the man's shoulder.
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"Hey, you know me well enough to know I'm not one to sneak out and leave without explanation, and yes, I was set to leave the Olympia, but hell, I thought I may as well give things one last go, who knows, we might even enjoy ourselves." David replied, "So, is he still in there ?"
"Yes." Helacaan said, smiling, "I'm not sure if he knows you have boarded, it wasn't mentioned during the briefing."
"We have a mission then ?" Tan asked, surprised that he was actually interested in finding out where they were heading.
"Yes ... You remember the Maro System ?" the newly assigned Tactical Officer said, seeing Tan's expression change minutely, "Well seems we're heading back there ......." he pointed to the Briefing Room and walked away leaving Tan to contemplate. Finally he walked to the door which opened at his approach. Stepping in, he could see the Admiral looking at numerous PADD's on the table ... He stood in silence until his Commanding Officer looked up:
"Commander David Tan ... Reporting fit for duty Admiral." ..........
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Post by Lennard Meshers on Nov 14, 2014 20:29:32 GMT
"Lieutenant... I am sorry if I was short with you earlier. I have been under pressure recently... many changes, difficult to come to terms with. Congratulations on your promotion." He offered a handshake to his colleague from the Nevada.
"Thanks sir, and don't worry sir, I understand" Lenny said, eager to make it known there were no hard feelings. He took his hand briefly. "I'm more surprised just to see you back with us."
Helacaan here raised an eyebrow.
"But glad to have you back with us, of course, sir."
Lenny then received another shock, seeing none other than David Tan standing near to them, looking expectantly at them both. Lenny turned away, with a brief nod in the Commander's direction. He had heard rumour of Tan's impending return to duty but, as with Helacaan, had not realistically expected to see him back on the Olympia any time soon.
He turned to Commander Rose, who had just taken her place in the first officer's seat. "Ma'am" he nodded. "Permission to return to my quarters? Technically I believe I'm still on shore leave." He smiled thinly.
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Lenny was thinking over the briefing. Admiral Smith had been short, sharp and decisive in his words and demeanour. It was an interesting outing in the picture, and the presence of three other ships would offer much in the way of firepower were things - heaven forbid - to get out of hand.
Lenny set to work reading the mission log of the Olympia's last excursion to the Maro System. He had briefly read the logs before and the name was not only familiar, it stood out a clear mile from the more recent entries. After he began re-reading he quickly remembered why.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Nov 17, 2014 23:05:16 GMT
The briefing and after had been enough to throw waves of emotion through Crystal, she was pretty sure that no one was aware how much she had been mentally thrown around. It was nice to have yet another new face at the table. She was pleased that Commander Helacaan had chosen to reactivate his commission and join them although she somehow doubted that whatever had driven him to resign in the first place had completely gone away. As First Officer personnel issues were her issue.
She really did not want to go back to the Maro system but their mission their had reeked of unfinished business and having to leave while they still could. It was the first mission Crystal had ever been on that could reasonably be called a failure, yes, their had been positive aspects and they have proved that the cloak was being developed but beyond that…
Crystal was coming to the conclusion that a second go around probably wasn’t a bad thing overall as she left the briefing room. She called up the notes about their mission to the Maro system and her own log entries from the period on her PADD. It was good to be informed. She headed towards the central seats on the bridge, she was actually planning to use her own. Given the height difference between her and the Admiral his chair was never going to be the most comfortable for her. She was surprised to see David in the centre seat. She smiled broadly.
"Promotion Commander ?" she asked.
"Hey, you never know." Tan said. He remaining in the seat as Crystal took her own seat, that actually brought back a few memories from back when she had been CScO "So how did the meeting go?" he asked.
"Well you'd have known if you had managed to make your way here a little sooner ..... I assume you have yet to let the Admiral know you are here ?"
"About to do just that." David replied, he got to his feet and headed towards the briefing room door stoppeding to talk to Commander Helacaan as he exited.
He turned to Commander Rose, who had just taken her place in the first officer's seat. "Ma'am" he nodded. "Permission to return to my quarters? Technically I believe I'm still on shore leave." He smiled thinly.
“Permission granted Lieutenant” Crystal smiled. He was quite correct, the Olympia’s crew hadn’t been summoned back to the ship yet. She checked time to the rendezvous with the other ships and then made the summons giving them all three hours to report aboard and another hour to be ready to ship out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 15:16:49 GMT
<During the briefing>
Seth adjusted his tight collar, grimacing as he pulled down on the gray matter. He looked around the table and settled on the Admiral, "Is the minefield still existence? What other defensive forces are we likely to find there?"
Steve paused and processed his reply in his mind. "As far as we know, yes the minefield is still in existence. However, due to our experience with it during the previous mission, we will be able to identify where they are and navigate the field much more easily." The emphasis on the work 'experience' was Steve's way of referencing the beating that the Olympia took at the hands of those mines.
He lightly rubbed at his beard. "And as for your second question...we do not know. Command have been unwilling to send anyone else to the system, so we are once again going in blind." He rolled his eyes, completely used to being in that situation. "However, as there will be four ships going in this time, we will be a lot better off. Two of those ships are Sovereign-class, and a Prometheus, so we will have both the firepower and tactical advantage."
Steve looked around the table. "Any other questions?" he asked, glancing at everyone.
As no-one else was forthcoming, Steve stood up. "Ok then, in that case this briefing is now closed. I will be recalling the rest of the crew within a couple of hours, so I would like you to make sure your relevant departments are up and running and ready to go." As everyone else started to stand, Steve suddenly remembered something. "One last thing. The is our mission, and therefore we have overriding authority over what goes on during it's course. If there are any issues at all during your interactions with the other ships, then I will need to know right away, so we can get it stamped out. That is all, thank you."
It went without saying that being a Vice Admiral, Steve outranked every single person that would be participating in the mission, so of course he would be in control!
After everyone had filed out of the Briefing Room, Steve sat back down and looked over the pile of PADD's in front of him. He was looking to see if he could get any more information from anywhere that could help them this time. Even the smallest piece of information would do. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, but no-one spoke or approached him. Eventually, after a few moments of silence, he looked up and saw David in front of him.
"Commander David Tan ... Reporting fit for duty Admiral."
To say that Steve was a mixed bag of emotions at that moment in time would be an understatement. Suprise, confusion, happiness...all rolled into one.
"David....how....what....when?" He spluttered out. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "I had no idea you were even up and about, let alone released and certified fit for duty. I'll have to have words with those medical people!"
He gestured for him to sit down. "Please, take a seat......would you like a drink or something?" He asked.
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Post by David Tan on Nov 21, 2014 17:38:52 GMT
"David ... How ... What ... When ?" He spluttered out. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "I had no idea you were even up and about, let alone released and certified fit for duty. I'll have to have words with those medical people ..... Please, take a seat ...... Would you like a drink or something ?"
"If you have any of that brandy left in your desk, yes." he replied, taking a seat as the Admiral went off to his ready room returning with an ornate bottle ant two glasses. They darank in silence until David felt he needed to speak:
"They certified me clear for duty yesterday. I still need a little physio, but I can do that en-route .... I here we're going back to the Maro System, and that Command has assigned a couple of ships under your command, you looking for a little revenge for the beating we received ?"
"Well, it's an issue unresolved, and we're best placed to go. As for the other vessels, yes, we'll be accompanied by three ships." Smith said, handing David a PADD.
"Good ships ..... I think I was at the Academy with Captain Bentham ..... So what's our options ?" Smith shrugged. Given the lack of information they gleamed from their first visit to the System, it was almost impossible to speculate on what they were going to find.
"You any initial thoughts ?" the Admiral asked, topping up their glasses before placing the stopper in the bottle.
"Pretty sure I don't want to be on the end of another kicking, that's for certain." Tan began, sipping the warm soothing liquid, "I' am still convinced that the ship that suddenly appeared was using this cloaking device, otherwise the Olympia couldn't have missed it entering the system, let alone coming into orbit and landing .... My second concern is that device itself .... It 'has' to be fitted to at least two ships, the first that was landed in the underground facility, and the one the crew beamed out to. Hell, that ship could have been sat on our hull for all we know. I doubt the second ship is comparable to the one that landed, if they, whoever the hell they are, know it works on such a large vessel, they would be using it for whatever reason by now. I assume there hasn't been any incidents involving cloaked vessels over the last month ?"
"Not that I'm aware of, no." Smith said, waving his glass for Tan to continue.
Well, obviously I've been out of touch, but my guess would be they needed to land, hide, the larger vessel .... They knew we were there, and obviously didn't worry about us seeing it. The fact they allowed us to depart the system says only one thing in my opinion ....... They 'WANT' the Federation to know what they have !"
"I am inclined to tentatively agree with your appraisal David." Smith said, nodding in thought, "So you think they will be expecting us to come back ?"
"That's a given Admiral." Tan said, not using the man's first name as he usually did when they were talking in private, "Whether they will be expecting five ships is another thing. I think we can work through the miinefield no problems, but my main concern, would be what they have waiting for us there !" David said, draining the glass and standing before picking up his bag, "Mind if I go freshen up before reporting for duty, I'm a little tired and aching."
"You're going to be OK ?"
"Yes, I just need a shower and a change of uniform." he said, looking down at the tunic minus his rank insignia he had been given before leaving the hospital.
"We have a few hours before leaving, go get yourself sorted. get some rest and up to speed regarding our upgrades etcetera." Smith said, grabbing the bottle of brandy and standing, "I'll go hide this and see you on the Bridge before departure."
David nodded and left the Conference Lounge, wondering if he had made the right choice to return ... "Time will tell." he said to himself ..........
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Post by Crystal Rose on Nov 24, 2014 22:02:17 GMT
Two hours had passed since Crystal had made the announcement that the crew had to report in. Readiness reports were starting to arrive on her PADD. Crystal had gone back to her quarters to sit at her desk and collect them. As ever the Oly crew were efficient at getting back on board. So far there were only a couple of minor incidents reported. Pretty much what was to be expected.
She also called up the information on the London, the Inca and the Kingdom. Captain Bowden of the London was the next most senior officer in the fleet after the Admiral Smith. She didn’t know her and nor did she know Captain Mitra of the Inca. Crystal did know Captain S’en of the Kingdom although she would not call them friends. He had been at the Vulcan Science Academy while Crystal had been studying there on exchange. He had been a very conservative doctoral student and really didn’t like the exchange students staying there. He had made demands although mostly he had just ignored them. Crystal had never thought his behaviour had been personal although she had done her best to avoid him, surprisingly easy for a third year undergraduate. Clearly things had changed somewhat over the years. It would be interesting to see him again although she doubted he would remember her.
Crystal knew she had just a bit less than an hour before everyone was due to be on board and the Oly ready to ship out. That meant that she had time for a shower and to read something non-work related and have something to eat. She had come close to burning out a few missions back and always tried to remember to look after herself. There were some notes pinned up in her quarters to remind her to rest. It was always easier if she started a mission rested though.
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Post by Lennard Meshers on Nov 26, 2014 20:21:31 GMT
"Ok then, in that case this briefing is now closed. I will be recalling the rest of the crew within a couple of hours, so I would like you to make sure your relevant departments are up and running and ready to go."
Admiral Smith's words at the tail-end of the meeting were still rolling through Lenny's mind. True, he had been granted a few last moments of freedom by Commander Rose, but that was all they were in reality: a few last moments. Still, he had been thinking of his own workings during shore leave, so much so that - before he had left the bridge - he leant over his work-station to make the standard preliminary adjustments that fringed the preparation of jumping to warp.
There was also that holonovel...
"Damn it to hell" he said, sinking down in the seat in the mess furthest from the bar. It was now entirely deserted, the few officers he had chatted with earlier having no doubt crept back to wherever they had come from, unsatiated after rumours of the Oly's imminent departure. Lenny's two hours had been planned simply for the reading of the ship's last excursion to the Maro System. An hour in, there in the eerily empty mess, he rubbed his eyes with disbelief at some of the things he had been reading.
So there had been a bomb...
Lenny stood up, half-an-hour remaining of the time before the crew would begin clambering aboard, fresh-faced and revitalised, ready to steel themselves, sharp-tipped arrows, for the impending mission. Except few, if any, doubtless had much idea of what it would involve.
Lenny turned - not quite one-hundred and eighty degrees - around to stare at the stars that stretched, innumerate, before him out of the mess window. There, just off the sleek alloys of the surrounding bastion that held them, for now, at its loose vigil...THERE...was their fate. Somewhere out in the unknown, lurking between the bright lights, in the shadows of worlds wreathed with the flame of danger. Another shadow, near-sentient, of his own making, then settled upon him. On it was scrawled the dried ink of the Nevada's logs, the fledgling experiences that thus far sealed his name to the Oly. They seemed small, childlike, to compare. Tossing his PADD onto the seat behind him, Lenny deemed that whatever lay in wait for them would prove his biggest step yet into that naked flame.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 3, 2014 1:55:13 GMT
Seth nodded solemnly at Meshers, the man offering a look as if the whole affair had been no bother as he moved across the bridge. The Wezean was left near the conference room door, temporarily at a loose end.
"Well Well ...... A guy has a few weeks 'R and R' and you go swap sides yet again. Civvy Street not to you're liking then ?" he asked, clamping a hand on the man's shoulder."
The Wezean turned, finding to his surprise the man he assumed was Commander Tan standing before him, grinning widely. Helacaan smiled awkwardly, not sure if this was Tan's usual manner or if Seth had encountered him before during his service on the Nevada. "I did not return to Starfleet willingly," he said, almost tempted to leave it at that. "I'm glad to see you've made a quick recovery."
"It was you who was responsible for finding the gap in the roof of the cave system?" Tan asked.
"Aye, sir. The security team I was assigned to successfully recovered the rest of the away team, as you know. I can't take credit for your own rescue of course."
He was still angry at the manner in which he'd been assigned on an official basis to the Olympia. A new beginning with this Starfleet crew, a replacement for his old family aboard the Nevada that had slowly been dismantled in the ship's final months? Or another tapestry of alienation, waiting to propel him out of his apathy for his service to Starfleet and thus set him on a course for his homeworld?
He was struggling to be honest with himself, did not know what he wanted. His family needed him, he felt. His mission for the Rectifiers remained of paramount importance; doubtless he would be contacted by them again soon, likely via subspace or by some instructional holoprogram that a Rectifier could've had smuggled aboard. An agent of one of the Rectifiers' front organizations could've even muggled themselves aboard to deliver him the information. His ultimate objective remained that outpost in Naal space; it was the only way to hamper the Naal's efforts to annex Wezea and whatever the result, the Federation would be forced to take more notice. This was the line the Helacaan family were following. Support for the Federation in the short term in line with the ascendant Wezean family's policy, but staying suspicious as to their true intentions.
Odd that he had been chosen as Chief Tactical Officer for the mission; he had little expertise concerning minefields and no prior experience of conditions in the Maro system. Tan was quite mistaken if he believed Seth had been on board for that period of time. He took the tactical station as he thought this, running through status reports, becoming acquainted with the weapons systems and the sub-departmental heads who would be reporting to him everday. Smith's two hours were marching on.
Perhaps SF Command were worried about what he would get up to back on his homeworld, were keeping him distant from his colonial home. Incite rebellion and pull Ascension out of the Federation or into active opposition against it, perhaps? Ha, like they even cared, he thought with rage but apathy. After Admiral Drew's promise (Seth's commanding officer at the time) of the Federation's future support for Seth's home colony, the appreciated gesture had largely been forgotten, lost in the bureaucracy of Command.
Seth guessed not to many of the brass had read the report on Ascension's situation and its pleas for assistance in defense from the Naal Conglomerate, that continued to encroach on Federation territory albeit two thousand light years from Earth. And those who would have taken an interest would doubtlessly have had more pressing issues to deal with... the matter relegated to ever lesser priority until it was just a padd collecting dust on an Admiral's bookshelf.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Dec 8, 2014 22:50:56 GMT
The Oly was underway and not far from the rendezvous point, so far things had been relatively easy for Crystal she had received readiness reports from all departments and had communicated with her opposite numbers on the other ships in the fleet. It appeared that all was ready, that meant that things were about to get rather more complicated. That was the way of things in Starfleet.
Crystal was in her seat on the bridge feeling quite relaxed. She had only arrived on the bridge half an hour ago. It was as well to enjoy these moments, there were plenty of them in Starfleet but sometimes you could forget that when the chaos started and people were getting hurt. She hoped that she was wrong, but after the way things had gone last time she felt that she would want all of these moment to hold on to.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 13, 2014 1:45:32 GMT
Helacaan reclined on the lounge chair in his new quarters. Too luxurious, he thought, shifting uncomfortably in this vast hall. The place seemed like a king's spa compared to the Ops Chief's quarters on the Nevada, although his old vessel had been of marginally larger design. Too much room for torpedo launchers on the Nevada, he thought... A compact warship it had been (now mothballed, a husk occupying some forgotten disassembly yard).
Something about all that firepower made him sick but he couldn't decide what: conflict, militant attitude, he'd made a life of it on Ascension. Yet here, those same strands of apathy that had abandoned him upon his exit from Starfleet came charging back.
He had never moved out of those quarters into first officer's or acting CO's quarters on the Nevada, such had been the speed with which he had been elevated into higher positions and his attachment to his 'uniquely decorated' room and the familiar placings of its objects.
The Prometheus class Olympia had its neat separation ability, necessitating internal space devoted to those mechanisms, but overall it was an example and benchmark of Starfleet's new vein of starship design of the last twenty five years: combining a modern luxury with extreme tactical superiority.
This too disaffected him. Why had he allowed himself to be led back aboard this vessel, when the majority of his homeworld's populace lived in comparative squalor? He was meant to be returning there, had meant to find a route back once his mission for the Rectifiers was complete.
Lying back in the lounge chair a while longer, Seth slowly inhaled and exhaled, the warmth of the Wezean tea passing down his throat recalling for him the smell and feel of the air, the thirsty soil, the grit and heat of the orange-gray landscape of his homeworld. Abruptly he stood up, growling with some odd rage and kicked the chair over, its soft spongy surfaces causing it to bounce across the floor, sending furniture flying and striking the base of the near wall.
Broken flute glass clinked and fell in spindly shards on to the table's reflective surface.
He stood in the sonic shower for ten minutes before donning a fresh uniform and making his way to the bridge to prepare for rendezvous. On the way a passing crewman glanced at him, holding his gaze a moment longer than expected. Then the man averted his eyes, peering intently down the corridor from where Seth had come. In his periphery as he walked away Seth saw him slightly raise his hand, pointing loosely forwards and making some strange gesture with his fingers.
Alarmed, Seth hurried along the corridor to the turbolift. That was a coded signal. The Rectifiers, or an agent for one of their front organizations was aboard after all. No matter... He needed only to bide his time, he had already promised to do as they'd asked. He arrived on the overbright bridge, feeling apathy from its glare as he strode purposefully to his station.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Jan 6, 2015 16:24:05 GMT
They reached the rendezvous point. The Inca and the Kingdom were all ready in place and the London arrived within the hour. The gathering of the four ships hadn’t exactly done anything for Crystal’s nerves but that was one of the great things about Starfleet, there was always duty for when things got complicated and so she found herself sitting next to the Admiral on the bridge facing the other three Captains on the view screen as they planned their tactics for the approach.
The rest of the Oly’s senior crew was present for the discussion.
It was always going to be the simplest plan that covered everything, less to go wrong. Basically the idea was for the ships to space out and approach the area where the Olympia had run in to problems before. They were planning to explore the range of the minefield and then approach carefully
OOC: Trying to move this on a bit but I’m just getting over a virus and am a bit low on inspiration.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 16:56:21 GMT
As soon as the 4-way communication had ended, Steve began formulating some plans. The initial idea was that the Olympia would take point and proceed into the minefield on it's current heading, direct for the planet. The London would be proceeding on a similar path to the Oly, only it would be doing so on a minus-Z heading to begin with. That would entail that both of the Prometheus-class vessels would be heading right down the middle, so to speak. As it was more than likely to be more populated with mines along this path, Steve decided it was best that these two ships took this route as they would both be able to separate if the need arose, in order to better navigate.
The Inca and Kingdom would be heading out from the Olympia's port and starboard sides respectively. The two Sovereign-class vessels would be navigating outwards, trying to find the optimal path through the field....if indeed there WAS one.
With four ships diverting their whole attention to scanned their respective routes, they would be more likely to find a path than the Olympia had fared on their first visit here....bearing in mind that one ship looking for a route from all directions is never going to match four.
Another factor in their favour was that hopefully if the minefield has remained untouched, then the Starfleet vessels should have an easier time in navigating it due to ugrades that the ships would be be installed with since the Olympia's first visit. Any assistance, no matter how little, was always a welcome one.
Within moments, all three ships signalled their readiness and were awaiting to proceed. Steve took in a deep breath, looked towards Crystal and nooded. "Once more unto the breach."
He turned back to face the viewscreen. "Signal the other vessels. Tell them to proceed when ready."
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Post by David Tan on Jan 11, 2015 23:22:23 GMT
After leaving Admiral smith in the conference lounge, David went to his quarters .... They were exactly as he'd left them however long ago, and it was just one more thing that reminded him of where he was ....
During the journey to the Maro System he had taken his duty shifts as Bridge Officer and had run test after test on the Olympia's systems. He had pushed the department heads further than he should have, but as far as he was concerned, he, well they, were not going to get caught like they were last time they came here. If something needed fixing, it was going to get fixed, if it needed replacing then it would be replaced. He planned on returning from this mission, it was as simple as that !
It had taken them sixteen days to reach the Maro System and they had dropped from warp to allow the other three vessels to form close formation on the mission flag ship ..... They would remain in position almost a million kilometers outside the system until everything was ready, though how anyone 'knew' when everything was ready was a matter of opinion. David had expected the Admiral to invite the Commanding Officer's and Exec' Officers from their respective vessels to come over to the Olympia, but instead he arranged a brief meeting via Comms while he outlined what he had in mind. The Three Captain's had few question's and Smith didn't seem in the mood to be answering them anyway as far as Tan was concerned. He assigned vectors to enter the system and closed the Comm.
On the Bridge David took the ops position and waited patiently, the other ships hanging in space close by.
"Once more unto the breach ....." he said, almost to himself, before continuing, "..... Signal the other vessels. Tell them to proceed when ready."
The four ships moved forward in formation at full impulse. Gradually the Inca and the Kingdom began to put distance on Olympia's port and starboard until they were almost one hundred thousand kilometers apart. The London fell in behind the Olympia then dropped below the natural plane of the universe until it was ten thousand kilometers below the bow of the lead vessel.
"All ship's are reporting they are in position and continuing towards the Maro System Admiral." the Helm Officer informed them.
"Scan ahead. Let's get a look at those mines." David said, the Tactical Officer run the scan's.
"Put the tactical plot of the minefield on screen." Smith ordered. The image was daunting now they could see what they were up against from afar. Last time they were here there was no way of telling where, or how many of the mines there were, but the scan's as the Olympia left the system, compared with what they were getting now didn't make for encouragement ... The one good thing was that the 'hole' they had punched in their haste to get the hell out of the System was still there. Maybe two hundred mines had moved position to compensate, but there simply wasn't enough to fill the hole.
"I've sent what we have to the other ship's Admiral." he informed Smith, "The Inca and Kingdom are asking if they should close formation and go through with us ?"
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"We'll reach the opening in three minutes. There's no sign of any other vessels in the system, and long-range scans are negative. Seems were alone. But then, we thought that last time too." David said, turning to face the Admiral and Exec Officer, "I suggest we tell the Inca and Kingdom to drop back. We go through followed closely by the London. Once we're through the field the other two can follow us in, and if we get caught in the middle of the minefield they can help clear a path as an alternate route."
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He sat in silence as the Olympia entered the system and headed into the minefield that almost destroyed them the first time round ... To say he wasn't looking forward to whatever was to follow was an understatement ..........
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 19, 2015 1:57:57 GMT
Seth hurried in his shaving to make it in time for his duty shift on the bridge. The mirror over his sink reflected his face in darkness due to the concealed ceiling lights behind. Drawers were pulled open hastily, he found his uniform. The unfortunately familiar, yet causing mixed feelings, lieutenant commander's pips rose before him.
He wondered now on his friend and former Captain Jon Park's whereabouts as he made his way to the bridge. If the dread communication came through that Park's MIA status had been changed to KIA or, perhaps worse, AWOL, the Wezean would truly find himself lost in a sea without friends. Killed in action would suggest Park had been honored with having gone down fighting in the line of the duty... AWOL spoke of cowardice or desertion. It caused unwelcome pangs through Seth's body as he entered the bridge. He shared some of the same guilt, the shame of abandoning his homeworld.
It wasn't true abandonment, he told himself, focusing on the tactical console. He told himself it again and again. During sleepless nights, terrifying moments in the middle of waking nightmares where he saw his father and brother, I haven't abandoned you, I wouldn't abandon you, Not while the Naal Encroachment lives. Yet here among these officers many from the core worlds, he felt ashamed to have become subservient again to Starfleet and to have put his family, his home life second. Serve for one more mission, they had told him, or face dishonorable discharge. How trivial a choice it seemed now!
An proximity alert beeped at him from the console. He frowned at the reading; he had read up on the Olympia's previous mission to the Maro system but he had not heard of this. "Several of the mines are moving into a grid formation to block our path.." he reported, "It seems they have some limited self-sufficient propulsion not relying on attraction to nearby heavy objects, such as us."
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He frowned again, "It's possible they are mines of a new configuration from the ones you previously encountered, as I'm reading an energy build up in the first ones in our path. They have point defense weaponry..." Seth looked up at the viewscreen, seeing the path through the minefield ahead, a tract of blackness surrounded by hundreds of small brownish objects.
"Also, the USS London is initiating its separation ability. Sir, the London's Captain is hailing. He believes he's found a way through the minefield heading north of our position. We would have to double back but perhaps that's preferable with the mines in front of us."
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Post by Crystal Rose on Jan 21, 2015 21:04:32 GMT
"I suggest we tell the Inca and Kingdom to drop back. We go through followed closely by the London. Once we're through the field the other two can follow us in, and if we get caught in the middle of the minefield they can help clear a path as an alternate route."
Crystal agreed to the suggestion and relayed the suggestion through to the Inca and Kingdom. For a moment she thought about disagreeing with David’s idea, she did not want to enter that mine field again, but it was necessary. When it came to things like that it was better to get them over and done with. She forcibly stiffened her spine to suppress a shiver.
She sat in her chair and watched on her screen as the scans from the Oly’s sensors gradually mapped the mine field around them.
A proximity alert beeped at him from the console, but Crystal didn’t look round.
"Several of the mines are moving into a grid formation to block our path.." Lieutenant Helacaan reported, "It seems they have some limited self-sufficient propulsion not relying on attraction to nearby heavy objects, such as us."
Crystal glanced around and then stared at her screen, not only were the mines near them moving closer there appeared to be a redistribution of the mines further awaye
"It's possible they are mines of a new configuration from the ones you previously encountered, as I'm reading an energy build up in the first ones in our path. They have point defense weaponry..." He continued.
"Also, the USS London is initiating its separation ability. Sir, the London's Captain is hailing. He believes he's found a way through the minefield heading north of our position. We would have to double back but perhaps that's preferable with the mines in front of us."
Crystal shook her head, “If these mines can move then there is no way to map a consistent safe path. The London would be best to proceed. We’ll have to find our own way through.” She glanced back at the viewscreen. “If we’re going to get through we’re going to have to keep moving. It doesn’t look like they have much speed.”
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Feb 14, 2015 15:29:00 GMT
Seth nodded, burying the informalities rising within him stopping him from carrying out his duty. He signaled the Olympia's response to the London. Soon he was shaking his head, "Sir the USS London insists they have a clear route through and there is a route for us to be able to track back through and join them. They're repeating their hail."
"Persistent fool," an officer said.
Helacaan rose an eyebrow. Some decorum on the bridge, referring to the Captain of another starship in the presence of a flag officer like that. If the 'conventional' officers (not recently returned to service and not apathetic towards Starfleet and to a degree the Federation in general) could get away with such comments, what could he be allowed to get away with? Less, he imagined.
"May I make a suggestion Admiral?" Seth said. "First that we disregard the London's proposed route out of the minefield as Commander Rose said. There is no accurate measurement of the speed these new mines are capable of, no way to gauge how quickly they can rearrange themselves to block us, so we can't be sure of the London Captain's claims... At least not yet."
"Explain," Smith said.
"Let me use the holodeck to run simulations of the minefield and our positions in it. Using real time data on the speed of the mines I can continually refine the simulation to predict more accurately how quickly and to where they'll rearrange themselves." Seth paused, some of the Wezean resistance fighter inside him returning, "Also, it's a holodeck... i.e. The ship can't be destroyed. We can run the scenario hundreds of times if need be using known real conditions to plot a plausible course out of the minefield."
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That night, after the holodeck simulations (the extent to which he had been allowed to run them), he considered what had been said. The agent had not been where he had expected. Entering the holodeck's version of the ready room, Seth found the Rectifier in the Admiral's chair. Of course the Rectifier knew the holoprogram had already been activated.
"Not a Rectifier. Not a Rectifier." Those words of his had stuck in Seth's mind. He was called Kyrak and represented one of the Rectifiers' front organizations. But the prominent words that cycled through Seth's head as he fell to sleep that night were these, "They want you to take over this ship."
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