Crystal Rose
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Post by Crystal Rose on Mar 4, 2015 22:09:15 GMT
"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."
Before the Admiral could respond. Crystal spoke up. “That makes sense to me.” She looked at Steve. “I would be happy to assist if you need anything.” She gave a slight smile when she noted Lt Helacann’s expression. “I was a Science Office before I started on the command track and I miss the experiments. So, seriously, if you need another pair of hands.”
She wasn't at all surprised that permission was granted to run the simulations although the time limit they were working to meant that there was no way he would be able to run as many as might be wanted if they were being very thorough. Still it was something.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 12:09:15 GMT
After all this time, and with three other vessels with them, the Olympia was still no better off. Something that was frustrating Steve to no end.
'At least we are not being watched. Being seen to fail miserably. Well, I HOPE we aren't' He thought, giving his chin a quick rub.
"Go, run your simulations. Anything to get us moving closer." He said to Seth, and nodded to Crystal. "Commander Rose can join you."
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Much Later
Steve was still sat in his command chair, with little progress being made. The Olympia and the other ships had moved further into the minefield, but not at a great rate. While it wasn't exactly a massive achievement, Steve would take anything right now.
So far, the method that they had used was to use one of the ships as a decoy to lure the mines away, and then press forward themselves. Once the mines detected the Olympia's proximity, they reverted back to block them. But doing so moved them out of the path of the London, who continued to inch forward. Again, just like with the Oly, the mines moved back to block her path and so the Olympia moved forward again. Just like a concertina effect....just very slow in doing so.
Thinking about the simulation being run, he decided to find out what was going on, thus opening a comm.
=/\= Smith to Helacaan, Commander, has there been any progress with your simulations? We are continuing to move along, but at an excruciatingly slow rate. =/\=
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Post by David Tan on Mar 11, 2015 22:38:47 GMT
"Go, run your simulations. Anything to get us moving closer." the Admiral said to Seth, then nodded to Crystal, "Commander Rose can join you."
That was almost two hours ago now, and the frustration was growing at the lack of progress, not only with David, but apparently with the Captain too:
=^= Smith to Helacaan .. Commander .. Has there been any progress with your simulations .. We are continuing to move along but at an excruciatingly slow rate ? =^=
Tan listened to the reply, knowing that Seth was doing everything he could in the holo-suite, but it simply wasn't enough. He turned to the Command seat and spoke:
"Admiral, we're sitting on our behinds here ! ... With our current formation we could get through the remainder of the mine field using our phasers."
"What makes you think that ?" Smith asked neutrally.
"We're currently one hundred sixty one thousand kilometers from clearing the mine field." he said, making some inputs on his panel then walked to the view screen, which was showing a tactical view ahead, "Picture a ... Doughnut, you know, the sticky savoury ? ..... If the London falls to zee minus one thousand meters, then concentrates her fire along our line of travel, we will do likewise, punching a hole in the 'field ... At the same time the Kingdom and London will fire 'around' our position as we move forward. effectively they will be firing on the mines that will be moving to replace the destroyed ones. With a little luck the extra time for the outer mines to reconfigure their positions will allow us to transit the field."
"It's an option we can keep in reserve."
"Fine !" David said, dropping into his seat, "Kill us all why don't you."
"You have something further to add, Mister Tan ..... ?" the Admiral asked. Alas it was all the encouragement David needed !
"Actually ... Sir ... Yes I do ! ... The last time we were here we almost died, 'DESPITE' my numerous warnings about our precarious position. I feel that you are hessita ........"
"My ready room !" the Admiral ordered.
The heated conversation continued once in the privacy of the Admiral's office, until Smith sighed:
"You were cleared by Star Fleet Medical to return to duty David. Have they made a mistake. Maybe you could have benefited from a leave of absence ?"
"Or change of scenery." Tan said, managing not to shrug.
"Are you saying you are not fit for duty ?" Smith asked.
"Are you ?" was Tan's immediate retort, "Tell you what ... I'll make this easy ....." David replied quietly, stepping up to the desk, removing the gold pips from his tunic one by one, placing them in a row before Admiral Smith, "Give the job to my 'former' Deputy." he said, turning and leaving. Despite the Admiral's insistence that he stay, David walked out ...
Minutes later he was lay on his bed, arms behind his head, fingers entwined. He should never have come back to the Olympia, he knew that now ..........
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Mar 12, 2015 20:38:45 GMT
Holodeck...
"Nothing here..." Seth said, checking over the tactical controls. The brown-specked viewscreen was before him, the miniscule, almost single pixel-sized mines flying 'seemingly' random trajectories as they ultimately came to block every path that the Olympia tried to take.
"Try adjusting our thruster output to use a multivariate frequency," Crystal said from the command chair. "That could make it harder for the mines to predict our velocity: they expect us to slow, we suddenly speed up and fly through the gap they'll leave when they realize what we're doing."
Seth shrugged. Anything to avoid the specter looming in the ready room. He looked down across the bridge to its port fore quarter. "And vice-versa," he agreed, "We'll increase velocity when they'd expect us to reduce it. Depending, of course... on how intelligent the little things are."
This would be the thirty fourth simulation they'd run. Their results so far had been... mixed. Out of thirty three simulations, five had ended with the Olympia and the other three vessels having to retreat from the minefield, eleven had resulted in the destruction of at least one of the ships, and seventeen had ended in total disaster for the whole task force: utterly obliterated by hundreds of converging mines that not even the most sadistic instructor at the Academy could've devised as the possible outcome of a training exercise.
The simulations were like games of chess, opponents sizing each other up - an aggressive move here, a tactical feint there, a jugular blow at the end: checkmating the king in literally explosive style.
"There." Seth twisted round to the mission ops console, a warm familiarity filling him even though only part of the station was dedicated to pure Operations (his old post, COO, USS Nevada). The newest simulation was under way and it seemed the multivariate frequency thruster mods were working... The mines darted back and forth, their motion confused; doubling back, flying on vast hyperbolic trajectories, some even colliding with one another... They had no idea what the Olympia was going to do. Seth's eyes beamed - the first true victory he'd felt in a long time.
They ran two more simulations to be sure, both with positive outcomes - slightly different admittedly, but none of the four ships were ever in danger.
=/\= Smith to Helacaan, Commander, has there been any progress with your simulations? We are continuing to move along, but at an excruciatingly slow rate. =/\=
Seth looked down at Crystal, receiving an affirmative nod that he could answer the comm himself, "Your timing is impeccable, Admiral. After a series of demoralizing failures we've run three successful tests on the trot, adjusting the thrusters to ignite according to multivariate frequencies. Of course, simulations can never substitute reality: the mines may have something we've not anticipated... falsified velocity data for example, knowing perhaps that we would attempt to defeat them in a simulation first and thus adjust their flight patterns to deceive us as to their true capabilities." Seth shuddered at the prospect.
=/\= Alright, enough of the doomsaying Commander... That sounds sufficient, but I suggest you run a half dozen more simulations to be sure. We have four top of the line starships out here. I can't afford to risk them on the evidence of three simulations using multivariate... things.=/\=
Seth acknowledged and the channel closed. They ran the extra simulations; no unexpected events occurred. He informed the bridge.
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He smiled at the XO, the expression showing through the natural grimness of his features that had cultivated itself over the last few years. "You can return to the bridge if you like sir, I can finish up here."
With Crystal heading back to the bridge Seth beelined for the ready room. The seat rotated away from him as he entered, but Helacaan could see the occupant's face in the reflection of the window. It was smiling, not pleasantly, "Not a Rectifier, Mr Helacaan, remember that. They wouldn't dare put one of their own aboard a Federation starship. Only us," he grinned and turned, "People like us. Their puppets."
Seth bristled. "Nothing like you, traitor."
"Traitor? You who abandon your homeworld for the Federation and their petty ideals? Your family that centuries ago mixed their Wezean blood with the blood of a Naal Conglomerate subject species? All of your family are traitors to Wezea."
The CTSO ignored the second comment. "I admit... I was hesitant..." Helacaan drew himself up, "My family believes in the Federation now. I follow the family line, wherever it will lead, whether that's against the Federation or not." Something wretched twisted inside him at his last comment.
He headed back to the bridge, his expression thunderous. They wanted him to take over this ship. Who? The Rectifiers, a splinter group of the Wezean governmental hierarchy, borderline terrorists on Seth's colonial homeworld. But how?
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Apr 4, 2015 23:14:19 GMT
Seth barged his way on to the bridge, immediately taken aback: the difference in design from the Akira class Nevada still caught him off guard whenever he stepped on to the bridge. His eyes darted left and right, taking in the personnel present and finding the CO and FO.
"We've found a solution Admiral," he called down to Smith as he headed to his standing tactical console, "If we adjust the thrusters to ignite with random frequency the mines ahead of us, according to the simulations, will become confused and won't know which heading we'll take to escape. We or one of the other vessels should be able to lead the way, initiating their thrusters according to our suggested modifications."
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Helacaan was only forced to wonder what they Olympia would find beyond the minefield... He had little knowledge of its previous mission to this system, had not given the padd detailing the previous assignment due attention during the Admiral's briefing (being too concerned with whether he belonged on the ship or not) and neither afterwards in his quarters. Instead he'd left the pad collecting dust on a side-desk while he plotted best how to take over the ship, 'if' those were the Rectifiers' true demands. Perhaps less plotting, perhaps more contemplation: of course he didn't actually wish to hijack the Olympia... lead it on some vendetta on behalf of his colonial homeworld's most prominent isolationists (the Rectifiers) into his homeworld's enemy the Naal's territory and wreak havoc...
But the alternative could only be death. Crioas had made that clear, 'Don't defy them, I'm not that foolish and neither are you.' Those words had become a sort of mantra for Helacaan, one that he continually repeated but would eventually have to lie to rest at some point if his worst fears were realized: that the Rectifiers were an organised group of the disgraced Wezean Carataav family, the Caratavians, considered terrorists on Seth's homeworld Wezea (otherwise known as Ascension, in the Canis Major Delta system).
The Naal Conglomerate was Ascension's enemy and would-be claimant of its territory on the Federation border. It consisted of two primary races - one of them the Naal themselves - and another two races considered inferior by the Conglomerate command. One of 'those' was the race that a member of the Helacaan family had, nearly two centuries ago, mixed his blood with, giving all Helacaan descendants (Seth included) some Naal DNA. The rest of the Conglomerate was made up of particular factions of other races, employed by the Conglomerate as serfs or slaves.
"The USS London is acknowledging our thruster adjustment instructions," Seth reported, his mind returning to the here and now. "They are setting a course through the minefield..." Everyone looked at the viewscreen ahead, eager to confirm with their own eyes that they might finally get out of here, "The mines around the London are going haywire... With the thruster variances they don't know which direction the London's Captain will turn his ship. Suggest we follow the opening avenue Admiral?"
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Crystal Rose
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Post by Crystal Rose on Apr 14, 2015 15:30:19 GMT
"We've found a solution Admiral," he called down to Smith as he headed to his standing tactical console, "If we adjust the thrusters to ignite with random frequency the mines ahead of us, according to the simulations, will become confused and won't know which heading we'll take to escape. We or one of the other vessels should be able to lead the way, initiating their thrusters according to our suggested modifications."
The Admiral seemed pleased with the suggestion.
Crystal broke it to a smile. “That’s a wonderful piece of research Commander.”
The Olympia and the other three ships carefully picked their way through the minefield. Crystal had read Commander Helacaan’s analysis and she trusted it but that didn’t stop her clutching the arms of her chair while the Oly maneuvered through the minefield. It was a long slow trip. The viewscreen was occasionally lit by the explosion of mines, they were always far enough away that all they did was cause the Oly to shake and light up her shields.
Suddenly the viewscreen went black. Crystal stared out in silence. They were through the minefield. But there was nothing out there.
Of course, there was something out there. Crystal glanced over at Tactical, “Scan for any energy signatures or gravitational anomalies. We know they use cloaking devices.”
Over the next few minutes the four ships gradually mapped the area ahead of them. Crystal debated getting up from her seat but realized that if she did that she would either end up pacing or loitering staring at Commander Helacaan’s screen, neither would be helpful in their current situation; thus she waited.
There were two large structures revealed by the scans.
Crystal was actually quite puzzled as she looked at the images on the viewscreen. She had been expecting a ‘Welcoming Committee’ and so far none had arrived. What were they waiting for?
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on May 2, 2015 3:04:30 GMT
"It's some sort of light dispersion field," Seth reported, half an eye on the viewscreen with its absence of any sort of matter. Space was pretty black with little to see anyway, but when clear of any atmospheric distortion, light pollution, and at sublight speed in the vacuum, the stars were generally always visible.
"There's nothing immediately ahead of us, blocking our path as the lack of stars would seem to suggest. Maintaining shields in any case sir." He tried to read the expressions of intent on the Admiral and first officer. It was an unusual situation they found themselves in, he admitted. They had made it through the minefield, where at least they had confronted some tangible obstacle to their progress, but there was little you could do to damage, or force your way through nothingness.
The ship was detecting two solid objects approximately seven million kilometers distant, which were ten million kilometers from the target planet, where the cloak was apparently being developed. Nothing else could be determined about them except that they were definitely there and were artificial.
It was possible, he thought, as the bridge crew continued their scans, that one or both of the structures was responsible for the dispersion field blocking their sight. Speaking of which, if the field was refracting all radiation, then the path ahead would be perilous... While the lack of visual cues was not too disturbing (as the Oly could use its sensors to scan other wavelengths), hostile ships inside the dispersion field might easily conceal their signatures from the Olympia's sensors, waiting for their ship to enter before striking.
At least they could be sure of their position as they pushed forward into the blackness... By maintaining a fix relative to the invisible stars, surety which would depend upon the ship's speed and thruster response being entirely accurate. Any drift in the instrumentation measuring ship velocity would skew their expected position relative to the stars, and they could quickly become lost in the field. As long as they kept their course towards those two structures - between them and the Maro planet - Seth didn't see how it could go wrong, unless the structures themselves also moved...
With all this theorizing, Seth was positive they simply had to keep a true course. It was surprising then when his console started beeping. "Detecting a ship," he said, "Inbound at warp one. Passing the Maro sun, dropping out of warp... They are hailing sir."
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Crystal Rose
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Post by Crystal Rose on May 2, 2015 23:02:53 GMT
=/\= Invading ships this is Maroan Starship Deelus. You have invaded our space. Explain yourselves. =/\=
Crystal stared at the screen for a long moment. The voice sounded inflectionless, almost automated. This was new, there were no native Maroans, that was certain. Anyone here was under suspicion of being part of the R&D team that was definitely in breach of the Treaty of Algeron not to mention what had happened to the Oly last time. She looked across the bridge. “Does that ship design match anything in the database? Does it have a cloak of any sort.” She asked.
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=/\= This is Federation Starship Olympia. This is Federation space we have every right to be here.=/\= Admiral Smith said.
The response was not immediate and Crystal was left contemplating further complications, so far no one had even mentioned the cloaks or the mine field. She suspected that this ship was no match for the Olympia let alone all four of the ships but it shouldn’t be here.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 18:34:38 GMT
The journey from the El-Salvador had been long, but at least the transport taking her was comfortable. T'Val had been afforded small but comfortable quarters for the two-week journey, and in that time she had spent a lot of time with her newborn son. He'd been born only just before learning of her reassignment to the Olympia, and T'Val was glad that the news hadn't come sooner otherwise she'd have given birth on the transport.
T'Val cradled her newborn son to her chest as she prepared for transport to the Olympia, which was just about to enter a dangerous minefield. Some might consider her reassignment irrational, or too dangerous for a new mother with her child. But T'Val was used to danger, though she did miss Jade terribly. Her firelizard who'd gotten killed when Assailant had come under attack, not long after she'd lost D'Beren in a shuttle crash on his way to Qualinost. Fighting the memory back, she cuddled her sleeping son, whom she'd named Naois. At this time, she actually missed Stuart too but he was far away on a mission and out of communication range for months now.
Taking a few hours to get settled and make arrangements for her newborn son, T'Val finally pulled on a clean uniform - minus rank insignia - and reported to the bridge.
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on May 15, 2015 22:35:13 GMT
The 'Maroan' vessel made its hail to the Olympia, making its claim that the Prometheus class had trespassed on their territory. Seth had been unaware that there were no native Maroans until about half an hour ago. He'd never known enough about the rest of the Federation to be able to hold his own in anything involving diplomacy, only in the region around his homeworld. Besides that, he only knew ship systems and how to punch supervising officers in academy training courses.
“Does that ship design match anything in the database? Does it have a cloak of any sort.”
Seth was surprised by the results. "It does sir, except that it's approximately a hundred years out of date. We're looking at an extremely outdated Klingon scout vessel. The cloak must be of Romulan design, when they had their temporary alliance."
"Then who's on board it? Klingons?"
"No, sir, there are life forms aboard but their biosignatures are being masked, making it difficult to discern their identity, however they're definitely not Klingons." They didn't generally sound like that for a start, Seth thought, emotionless, monotonous; he'd heard Vulcans were like that, but not Klingons. He had to admit he hadn't met many Vulcans, but those few he had seemed to live up to the stereotype which was likely quite unfair.
=/\= This is Federation Starship Olympia. This is Federation space we have every right to be here.=/\= Admiral Smith said.
The system had no natural inhabitants. If there were rogue scientists here developing some super-phase cloak then it was possible they could've hired outside help to keep the system clear of intrusions, or this could even be their ship and was manned by those chosen from among their own number. Perhaps this is what happens when you get through the minefield, Seth thought, a light going on in his head - some automated response once an intruding ship (or four in this case) got past the first stage.
On the other hand, if there were no rogue Federation scientists developing a cloak in violation of the Algeron Treaty here in the Maro system, then this could be the start of an ambush. "Admiral Smith, Commander Rose, suggest we ask them their identity? They can't claim to be Maroan... Whatever story they invent about their identity we'll learn something about them."
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As he spoke a Vulcan civilian, their new counselor, Helacaan had been informed (he had made sure to check on the new crew roster prior to the mission, with an especial interest in the counseling department), entered the bridge. She looked around, searching for the commanding officer. Seth smiled grimly. He shouldn't be hard to miss.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Commander Helacaan." He greeted the Vulcan newcomer. "Chief Tactical and Security Officer. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Contrary to his previous thoughts about Vulcans' stoicism, this occasion it was Seth showing the more rigidity.
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Crystal Rose
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Post by Crystal Rose on May 24, 2015 21:40:30 GMT
"Admiral Smith, Commander Rose, suggest we ask them their identity? They can't claim to be Maroan... Whatever story they invent about their identity we'll learn something about them."
Crystal nodded in agreement.
The Admiral spoke again asking for further information.
There was silence and static over the line for a while. The two ships hung in space a relative stop Crystal bit her lip, waiting was hard, the ball was however in the Deelus’s court right now so waiting was all she could do. Crystal wasn’t sure what she was expecting, the voice that came over the comm link and the rushed words that spilled out were not it, however.
=/\=Olympia, you shouldn’t be here. This place is trapped. =/\= This was different voice than had spoken to them before. Maybe it was Crystal’s imagination but she thought the speaker sounded very young. But that didn’t mean anything, some races did by human hearing. Of course the first speaker hadn’t. Crystal wasn’t sure what to make of this as the voice carried on.
=/\=This system has been declared quarantined. They said that no one would be able to come in. They said it was the only way to stop the nightmares. They said... =/\= The words trailed away.
Crystal muted their end of the audio link. She looked over at T’Val. I know phase cloaks can cause mental damage under certain conditions. Tell me, did that speaker sound entirely sane to you?
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Crystal looked over her shoulder at Lieutenant Helecaan. “I don’t know if those people were voluntarily part of the R&D effort or if they were involuntary test subject but it would be helpful if we could get a clear picture of what’s happening over there.” She paused for a moment, once again realising that even though she had years ago transferred off the science track she would never stop being a scientist. "Can you piggyback a signal through the communications channel?"
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Post by Seth Helacaan on May 25, 2015 9:30:32 GMT
"I don't see why not," Seth replied, tapping at his console, one eye on the viewscreen and its blank field of nothingness where the stars should have been. He hadn't long been on the Olympia. Already 'they' had ordered him to take action, and a veritably drastic action in demanding that he take over the ship. That was looking increasingly unlikely if this system was trapped, quarantined as the voice from the Deelus claimed.
"I'm not a scientist, though ma'am, or sir?" he said, glancing up quickly to ascertain the first officer's preference. "Perhaps you would like..." Seth stood aside as Commander Rose took over the tactical console to compose the message that would accompany the signal.
"What signal are we sending exactly sir, and to where?"
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The young voice from the Deelus had sounded chilling, Seth had to admit, but he maintained a critical distance, it being part of the distrust that had become ingrained when he had entered Starfleet. It had first been directed at the Federation and its military/exploratory arm, then slowly spread to those species and factions that the Nevada had encounters with.
From his court martial proceeding for assaulting and nearly inadvertently killing (in an unthinking rage) a junior Nevada crewman (the man had turned out to be a spy, placed on the Nevada to aggravate Helacaan and kick-start a process that would lead to his dismissal from Starfleet), to helping Jon Park find his missing father, who all those years had been a prisoner of the Orions, through all these times he had built up a general distrust of Starfleet authority, and an apathy in the application of his orders.
He thought on other possibilities... "The Maroan ship was originally a Klingon scout ship dating from the late 23rd century. Is it possible the ship has been trapped here for one hundred years, different crews manning it throughout its history? Or if Commander Rose is correct, different test subjects, different researchers?" The initial communication had surely been an automated response, warning them away, an antiquated signal from a bygone era where quarantine had been necessary.
The voice from the Deelus wanted to keep the nightmares out, but where were they coming from? The vacuum beyond the minefield or the planet? He began scanning the barren waste of the Maro world, the sensors probing as far as they could beneath the surface.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 18:39:05 GMT
Steve never liked the unknown...and the only way to change that was to make it 'known'.
"It is entirely possible....and for all we know, also quite likely as well." Replaying the message over in his mind, Steve knew that things were not right in this place.
"Keep scanning. I want a full sensor sweep.....go as deep as you can. Whatever is being hidden around here, we WILL find it." Steve ordered, getting more frustrated by the area of space than ever before. He was determined to get to the bottom of things this time, but every time they seemed o be making progress, something else popped up to halt them in their tracks.
Steve had a thought.....perhaps not a good one, but it was worth considering anyways. "Is there any way, or any danger of beaming over to that ship? Running scans are one thing, but actually going over there could give us some answers. Bearing in mind that they could have systems in place to give us false readings with our scans to begin with."
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jun 19, 2015 0:59:48 GMT
"We can... There's a lot of interference in that... nothingness," Seth said, his brow furrowed. He realized that didn't make a whole lot of sense, some sort of EM radiation that seemed to emit from a 'pseudo-subspace' layer within this too empty vacuum, "We can find a way through though, transporter matter streams shouldn't be affected. I volunteer for an away mission, Admiral," he said, stepping to the side of his console.
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The Deelus, a ship full of nightmares, or which would be if the people aboard it couldn't keep them out. Still there was the question of where these supposed nightmares were coming from. Was it a lie told by the R&D staff, the experimenters, to their test subjects? That had seemed to be the case going by the initial communication from the Deelus.
While waiting for the away team to be assembled, Seth returned to his station and continued scans of the Maroan planet. If the supposed R&D project on the phase cloak had originally been bait to draw the Olympia in, Seth didn't expect to find anything below the surface... He probed every coordinate of the globe, down to a subterranean depth of fifty kilometers, not finding anything more substantial than a few concentrated mineral deposits. Some were quite exotic, one particularly so. It wasn't the most concentrated deposit, but its minerals were constituted of something far different to the others... There was also a sizeable open interior approximately twenty kilometers down, five kilometers long and five hundred meters high.
"Uh, sir, there is something down on the planet. It seems there is or was at some point, some installation about twenty kilometers beneath the surface on the vegetation rich southernmost continent. Going by the composition of minerals and metals, I would say it is definitely artificial in origin. The exotic nature of some of the metals indicates some sort of research was being conducted."
A second destination perhaps, Seth thought, mixed feelings coursing through him about a second possible away mission.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 18:12:05 GMT
Listening to the messages more closely as she replayed them, T'Val shook her head. "No, they do not sound sane," she answered gravely then nodded towards Helacaan as if only just realizing he had spoken to her. "T'Val Mercy," she replied quietly, "ship's counsellor."
The Vulcan woman returned her attention to the messages that were recorded, her gaze turning distant as she kept listening, replaying them several times. "Some external factor may be affecting their sanity," she reported to the CMO, "perhaps something viral or other biogenic agent. I would not recommend going down there without EV suit."
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Post by Crystal Rose on Jun 30, 2015 10:45:16 GMT
"I'm not a scientist, though ma'am, or sir?" he said, glancing up quickly to ascertain the first officer's preference. "Perhaps you would like..." Seth stood aside as Commander Rose took over the tactical console to compose the message that would accompany the signal.
Crystal gave a slight smile at the Commander’s words, it wasn’t something she had given much thought to although she knew some officers had very strong preferences. “Sir is better, but I won’t chew you out for either.”
"What signal are we sending exactly sir, and to where?"
“As much passive scanning as possible.” She answered her fingers skipping across Seth’s console as she spoke. “They have to let the communication signal through so we can make use to that. Ideally I would like to know exactly what is going on over there but I can’t bloat the comm signal too much or they’ll get suspicious, we will have to make do with what we can get.”
“The Maroan ship was originally a Klingon scout ship dating from the late 23rd century. Is it possible the ship has been trapped here for one hundred years, different crews manning it throughout its history? Or if Commander Rose is correct, different test subjects, different researchers?"
“It’s certainly possible” Crystal mused aloud. If the ship have been around a century and rebuilt over and over then that might explain why it didn’t match anything they had on record.
"Some external factor may be affecting their sanity," she reported to the CMO, "perhaps something viral or other biogenic agent. I would not recommend going down there without EV suit." Crystal nodded in agreement at the counsellor’s words.
There was continued communication with the Deelus, nightmares were mentioned and a lot of repetition of what had been previously said. But there were no aggressive action made.
The data from the scans started to scroll across the edge of the tactical console where Crystal was still standing, Commander Helacaan had retaken his place and Crystal, well she would have been peering over his shoulder if the height difference meant that actually she was closer to looking round his elbow. Still, she could not miss the information in the data. She made some enquiries of the medical database and then sickbay.
“Counsellor T’Val is quite correct” Crystal said to the bridge at large. “While the oxygen content over there is Earth-normal, the atmosphere is laced with several hallucinogenic compounds, and at one compound which increases feelings of paranoia. The sensors are having trouble untangling the whole cocktail.” She shivered slightly. It looked like the people on the Deelus were definitely experiments, although what anyone could hope to learn from such an experiment Crystal did not know and did not want to know. This was a complete disgrace to science.
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“I think we have reached the end of what the sensors can tell us. I’m ready to take an away team over there.”
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jul 30, 2015 1:11:04 GMT
“Counsellor T’Val is quite correct” Crystal said to the bridge at large. “While the oxygen content over there is Earth-normal, the atmosphere is laced with several hallucinogenic compounds, and at one compound which increases feelings of paranoia. The sensors are having trouble untangling the whole cocktail.”
Something occurred to Seth... He looked at Rose, from the look on her face gathering that she was disapproving of the conditions, the experiment being conducted over there as he was. Still, it was something he'd had experience of before. On Ascension, his colonial homeworld, experiments had been set up by particular... ethically-challenged sects within the colonial government. These experiments involved human test articles, who were subjected to particular unsavory stimuli.
"Commander, Doctor," he acknowledged T'Val Mercy who might also have some input into the matter, "I've seen this kind of thing before, humanoids drugged and put in an environment in order to test their social behavior. It's possible the crew, or the captives, of the Deelus are the unwitting subjects of a social psychology experiment. Recall experiments from Earth's own history. I remember reading about mock prisons, where a group of test subjects were randomly assigned duties of being either a prison guard or a prisoner. Scientists studied the sociological and psychological effects on the relations between guards and prisoners over a set period... Could something similar be happening to the Deelus crew?"
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Seth remembered that one of these morally questionable procedures was also carried out on Ascension, by the Carataav family. It had occurred over a century ago when that family was still permitted to hold positions in the central government and put forth candidates for seats on the ruling council. They'd drugged captured Naal encroachers (the race just beyond the boundary of Federation space near to which Ascension, a Federation colony, lay). In the experiment, the Naal assigned as prisoners had rebelled and bloodily murdered their guards, having lost touch with reality and believing themselves to be saints of some primitive pre-warp Naal religious cult, when that race had still been confined to its homeworld. They'd then killed half the scientists and wrecked the research compound, before Ascension governmental security forces had arrived to pacify them. That was one of the many early accidents which had contributed to the Carataav family's eventual dismissal from the council. Now they, or what was left of them, were known as the Caratavians, little more than terrorists who made hit and run attacks on colonial and invading Naal positions alike, and they had no love for the Federation.
Helacaan agreed to join the away team, Smith permitting it with Commander Rose leading. They arrived in the transporter room and donned their protective equipment. Masks to keep out the noxious gases and hallucinogenic compounds that were in small quantities in the air, though more than sufficient to cause the away team to fall foul of whatever paranoia these Deelus 'prisoners' were feeling.
"Ready to transport, sir," Seth said, still hobbling slightly from his broken leg sustained in his very last Nevada mission. Rose nodded at the transporter chief.
"Energizing."
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Aug 24, 2015 13:14:19 GMT
They materialized in a bleak, dank passage, liquid from hissing steam pipes that ran along the ceiling dropping on their heads and around them. There was a noticeable offset in the artificial gravity, the deck tilting to one side so they had to edge their way along the wall to the room at the far end.
Seth accessed one of the displays in the room, directing the security team to cover the entrances, while the other consoles and the room's general condition were surveyed by Commander Rose and the others. The CTSO turned to acknowledge Beta Team leader's confirmation that the area was secure, then felt himself sagging to the deck. Strange images assailed him: scenes of torture, of starless vacuum, voices, malicious laughter, utterings, those who had spoken leant over their captives and implanted machines inside their brains... Then silence, the unnerving absence of all sense data.
"Commander!" an officer reached out to grab him, Seth meanwhile putting out a hand to stop himself falling flat on the deck. He waved the assisting officer away.
"I'm alright, I'm alright," he choked, squinted his eyes as he stood and pinched the bridge of his nose. He staggered slightly, "Did anyone else feel that? See it?" A line of crimson was trickling from his nostril. His knees crashed to the metal grilled flooring and he fell flat on his chest.
"Medical!" he heard distantly. It seemed to him he was transported from the place, across lightyears, arriving at a system really quite familiar: home. The beaten track bisecting the dusty arid plain on the way to his homestead miles north of the Ascension capital city. He arrived there and found all the Helacaans around him, cheering and clapping him for breaking out of the prison, for slipping the guard and therefore no longer needing to 'keep the voices out'. Then as he began to realize the terror that this represented, he was brought to consciousness.
The haze scattered and he found himself resting against a console. "Commander, I think it's best you return to the ship."
"Not while we remain trapped in here, Lieutenant," he pushed past the man, nearly knocking him to the floor. "Commander Rose... Could this be what that transmission was all about? The experiment... this ship is the experiment. I think I saw some of what the crew here see."
A science officer spoke, "And where are the crew, Helacaan?"
He ignored the junior officer's use of his surname. Some of the Oly crew still hadn't accepted their new tactical officer, who'd recently left Starfleet only to rejoin reluctantly and step into a department head position on a Prometheus class starship. "Nothing on my tricorder in the nearby sections. Some of these old Klingon bulkheads were built to disperse Starfleet tricorder scans - remember this is an old style of Klingon scout, used by the Maroans if they actually exist - and is something Starfleet have never managed to compensate for in these hundred years." Seth knew a fair deal about Klingon ship design... less about Klingons themselves. He had only encountered them on two occasions.
"Standard search pattern, I would recommend, Commander Rose. I'll stay with your team. Beta Team leader, head in the opposite direction and report if you find any of the Deelus's crew or any other anomalies."
"Away team, this is the Olympia. Three ships matching the description of the so-claimed Maroan ship from earlier have warped into the system, approaching us and arming weapons. Be alert!"
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Post by Crystal Rose on Oct 18, 2015 15:18:52 GMT
Crystal always felt as if she were on high alert when she was on an away team mission, she supposed that wasn't a surprise and it didn't really make much difference in the larger schem of things. It was just that occasionally she became convinced that everyone could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Surveying the ship was doing nothing to calm her nerves, particularly when Commander Helecaan collapsed and started bleeding from his nose.
She yelled for a medic and managed to ensure that other officer didn't crack his head on his journey to the deck plates.
She stepped back and took a deep breath making a thorough scan with her tricorder, there did not seem to be any danger. But, something had clearly happened to Seth. Fortunately he was more stunned than actually unconscious.
She was impressed with the speed at which the security chief's brain cam back on line and she had to agree with his theory about experiments on the ship.
"Away team, this is the Olympia. Three ships matching the description of the so-claimed Maroan ship from earlier have warped into the system, approaching us and arming weapons. Be alert!"
"Acknowledged" Crystal responded. She directed the away team to carry on with their investigation but to be very careful about going into any areas of the ship where the Olympia might lose transporter lock on them. If they had to be called back suddenly, they were ready. Crystal walked over to a flicking console and started to see if she could stabilise it and bring up some information. Ideally she'd start a core dump but that would likely take longer than they had.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Nov 5, 2015 16:51:34 GMT
Those were the voices, Seth realized, during his imagining, or hallucination of what the other test experiments who must be locked away somewhere on this vessel were also experiencing. He had seen his friends and family in his homestead, cheering him for his release from the prison, yet, if the subjects experimented on were keeping out the voices from their prison (this ship), upon his own imagined release from the prison, who had he been delivered to?
He led the way with his phaser rifle, Rose and the rest of Seth's Alpha Squadron. "I know our sensors are useless beyond these walls, over a century old and made to resist Starfleet equipment scans, but we should make an effort to find the prisoners of this ship," he said, "Hopefully they can tell us something about the 'voices', the social psychology experiments and what their captors want from them."
The team concurred and Seth took point leading them down a hallway. It had been a long time since he'd led a group of armed people, the last being on his homeworld of Ascension, leading guerrilla fighters through the endless mesas of the star-baked land near his homestead, high in the Ridge, searching out Naal invaders and where they had made their encampments upon planetfall. The dank narrow passage, the flickering lights and far-off heard moans and screams (or were they imagined? he asked himself) of the presumed people being experimented on, made him forget any further similarities between then and now.
What would do would be to uncover who exactly was performing these experiments. They came upon a passage that - if Seth's memory was correct - ran parallel to a cargo storage area. He approached the secured door, tapping at the release panel and darting behind cover. Receiving a nod from the security Ensign opposite, he entered the room with the Ensign, rifle raised... The room's lights were malfunctioning, a dull buzzing emanating from above as the lights flickered almost strobe-like.
"These canisters contain various powerful intoxicants, sedatives and other medicines. Most of them illegal under Federation law," the science lieutenant said, running a tricorder up and down several crates of cargo by one wall.
Seth grimaced, "They must be what they're are using on these people. Surely the captors must be watching us sir, or at least know that we are present?" he said, turning to Rose.
Before the Commander could reply the cargo bay door slid open. They all turned, seeing standing there three people, all human it appeared. "I see we have visitors," the man in the middle said, "May I introduce myself. Maroan Commandant Alan Cerver. My crew," he gestured to the people either side of him, who in one movement raised their weapons to meet the away team's.
"There are no 'Maroans'," Seth grumbled bitterly.
"Not a race, no," Commandant Cerver said, "Humans like most of yourselves, having made a deal with Federation scientists in this system for fabrication of an experimental cloaking device, all to draw you or some other Starfleet ship in of course."
Seth glanced at Commander Rose. They were getting more information than they had expected. "I am guessing the deal with the scientists was a bribe."
Cerver shrugged. The stand-off continued.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Nov 17, 2015 20:36:03 GMT
Crystal could honestly say that despite plenty of experience she really didn't like being held at gun point. She knew, between her rank pips and the colour of her uniform that it was clear that she was in command of this team, which was presumably why the weapon on the left was pointing unerringly at her while the others covered the group at large. Crystal did not doubt for one moment that Seth and the team could take this trip down. As a scientist, for all that she'd been command track for years now but she still saw her herself as a scientist, she was personally offended that someone would do this. It was wrong on so many levels.
They just needed a distraction. Crystal swayed on her feet and lowed her phaser from ready. She knew the team wouldn't move unless an order was given or the shooting started. She crumpled twisting as she fell so that her body concealed the phaser from the watchers. She fired hitting one of the canisters of illegal, highly compressed and highly flammable sedatives. Between the small fireball and the resulting alarms Crystal figured she had a distraction. She rose into a ready crouch as phasers started to whine overhead.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 17:38:08 GMT
The three ships were still bearing down on the Olympia with their weapons armed. Steve was by no means stupid, and three outnumbers one any day of the week. However, singally they were no match for the Olympia's superior firepower and defensive capabilities. The ships were on an intercept course, and were racing in towards them. Steve remained calm...this wasn't his first rodeo, and he knew how these sorts of things would play out. "Open a channel", he ordered...and waited for the audible beep that declared one was open. =/\= Incoming vessels, this is Admiral Smith of the Federation Starship Olympia. Please explain your intent and break off your incoming course. =/\= Several moments passed and aside from the ships getting closer, nothing happened. Steve shrugged and sighed. "Yeah, like that was ever going to work." He said to himself with a wry smile. =/\= If you do not break off your course and power down your weapons we will take that as an act of aggression and reply in kind. Stand down now. =/\= Again, there was no change from the enemy ships and no return communication. =/\= Ok, you leave me with no choice....when all is said and done, we WILL defend ourselves. =/\= Steve ran a finger along his throat in an indication to cut the channel. "Time to level the playing field....three of them and three of us. Bring us to Red Alert and Initiate Multi-Vector Assault Mode." OOC: yes yes, I am here, this isn't a mirage. Many profound apologies for being away. But let's get this done with now, shall we?
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Nov 28, 2015 2:02:06 GMT
Seth dived behind one of the fallen canisters, trying to pick line of sight to one of the remaining two Maroans who'd promptly scattered about the cargo bay. He eyed the entrance - the fireball obscuring sight of it dissipating - and saw at least a dozen further Maroan crew rushing into the bay, taking aim at the Starfleeters who had taken advantage of the distraction to shoot one of Cerver's two guards and turn over canisters and use them as cover.
"Commander!" the science lieutenant was comming across to Rose, it being picked up by the rest of the away team, "One of the canisters' sedatives has been released, in gaseous form... From Maroan weapons fire. If we don't get out of here quickly we'll be rendered unconscious through inhalation."
Seth and Alpha Squadron continued exchanging fire with the Maroans; the predicament they had now, before they began slipping into helpless unconsciousness, was how to get around the bay, maintain cover and pass by the Maroans to escape. "Everyone hold your breath as long as you can," he instructed, "Starting... Now."
The away team crouch ran around the fallen canisters, security shooting as they moved with the officer carrying pattern enhancers just behind Helacaan. The Maroans seemed to have got the same idea regarding restraining their respiratory systems; the fight wasn't over yet.
The CTSO flattened himself against a fallen canister - depleted now of its contents - hearing weapons fire pounding into it from the other side nearer the bay entrance. He turned rapidly, sensing that a Maroan had approached, and rising to his feet rammed his rifle at the canister such that it became airborne; it struck the Maroan in the head. He jumped over the falling man and dived into the next line of cover - closely followed he saw by Rose and the rest of the team. He could hear Alan Cerver shouting instructions at his Maroans, then as the billowing gas diffused around Seth, he found himself face to face with the Maroan Commandant. "What do you want here, Cerver. This is immoral, illegal!" Raising his rifle as quickly as he could he shot Cerver in the knee, simultaneously receiving a punch in the jaw as Cerver fell holding his knee in agony.
Seeing that the door was in reach, he took the pattern enhancer-carrying Ensign Passis alongside him and whispered instructions. Passis looked at him uncertainly before nodding in agreement. They took deep breaths, held their hands over mouths and forgoing even any pretence of maintaining cover, ran for the exit, strafe-firing at Maroans.
Out in the corridor he slammed his hand on the panel to lock the door. Gasping for air, he said, "Ok, Ensign, let's get these enhancers set up." Passis diligently set about the work. Thirty seconds later Seth commed the Olympia, "Admiral, lock onto all the away team's lifesigns apart from Ensign Passis's and my own. Beam them to the coordinates of the pattern enhancers the other side of the wall from the side they're on. Sorry sir, no time to explain."
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He was fully aware that the Olympia couldn't simply beam the bay's occupants to Seth's location, given the uncertainty over position of internal partitions and other complexities regarding the ship's layout, thus the only way to safely recover them - conscious, unconscious, or otherwise... - was to have the Oly beam them to the enhancers' coordinates. They couldn't leave the ship now... They had the experiments of the tests to find. Experiments... revolting term for living sentient beings. Seth had been captured more than once by Naal raiders on his homeworld; he knew what it was like to be treated as an experiment, though not of course to this horrifying degree.
Seconds later several glowing columns of cerulean light took form within the boundaries of the pattern enhancers.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 28, 2015 4:00:49 GMT
The decision had been made. Matthew Reynolds, was hereby relieved of command of the Federation Starship Seraph. It was a bittersweet moment, but one that he had come to expect and secretly want. His crew would be scattered throughout the fleet, but nothing would erase the bonds of friendship that had been formed with the hull of the Seraph. As he thanked the men and women under his command, Matthew was pleased that this time it was under better circumstances. He would miss the command chair, but he knew that for now this was the best decision for his him and his family.
"Sam, I'm going to miss you most of all," Matt said as he hugged his former executive officer. Sam had been hesitant to leave Matt's service, but Matt was not going to allow him to stop his progression up the command ladder," you'll be great. I know you don't think your ready, but you are ready for command. The Scavenger has a glorious history and you'll only add to it."
"Thank you Admiral, none of this would have been possible without you," Sam said as he saluted his captain for the foreseeable future.
"The pleasure has been mine, Sam," Matt said with a cheeky smile. He hadn't informed his former Number I that his first mission was to escort Matt and his entourage to the USS Olympia. Matt would be reunited with an old friend of his Steven Smith. He would serve in an advisory capacity to one of the most tenured Admiral's within the fleet. It would be a little different since the last time he served with Steven was as a lowly Lieutenant Commander, but Steven was more about results than rank. "Commander, I have it on good authority that you'll be receiving your mission orders within the hour."
"How do you know sir?" Sam asked worried that he was already over his head.
"I'm your mission Sam, you're to escort me and Caleb to the USS Olympia as soon as possible," Matt said glad that his friend's first mission would be a relatively easy affair.
Forty Eight Hours Later
"Computer display personal records of the entire crew of the USS Olympia," Caleb said as he prepared half a dozen other pads. His father had been very serious about the type of work relationship they would have. No special privileges, no shortcuts; everything that was coming his way would hopefully make him appreciate everything that was to come his way as a future Starfleet Officer.
"Caleb, do you remember Admiral Smith?" Matt asked as he began to read Smith's personal record.
"Not really sir, I was nine when you served aboard his vessel," Caleb replied," in all honesty I really only remember the Raven and the Jefferson. I miss the Jefferson sir."
"As do I, but things always happen for a reason," Matt said as he moved on to the executive officer's file and the rest of the senior staff," hopefully this will be a good experience for both of us. I'm excited to know that you will benefit from the experience that the Admiral and his officers have to offer. He's a good man and better captain."
"Dad...sir" Caleb began remembering that while on duty it couldn't be dad, it had to be just like everyone else. He knew that his father had already pulled some strings to make this happen, but he should never expect any other benefits from their relationship," what if they don't like you, me, us?"
"That's very possible, but these men and women are professionals. You'll serve with many people you absolutely hate, but everyone has to do their job. Even though you might hate the man next to you, you must know that when it comes down to it, they will stand with you against a threat against you or your ship."
"It sounds so simple, but we both have observed instances when this is not the case," Caleb retorted respectfully," people are flawed and I have never understood why you trust so many people with our lives."
"Admiral Loskene allowed me to take you in and give you my name. You were not born a Reynolds, but I'll be damned if I allow anyone to say anything to the contrary. Admiral Loskene made this family possible. Because of his decision, I have a son and if he called upon me to do something dangerous, I wouldn't hesitate for a second," Matt replied surprised at the depth of his child's questions," you're right. Not everyone deserves complete trust, but I would rather trust than never allow myself to create true friendship."
Seventy Two Hours Later
"Captain, the Olympia is fifteen lightyears off course," the navigation officer reported on the bridge of the Scavenger," we are reading some other Federation vessels and some unknown vessels. At this distance we cannot give anymore detailed reports. We have tried to hail any of the Federation vessel's but they have yet to respond. At our current speeds we should reach the Olympia in thirty six hours."
Sam turned to Matt for advice, but Matt was unwilling to say anything at the moment. These situations would help Sam grow as a commanding officer and it was important for him to follow his gut instinct. Matt couldn't deny that he was also very worried about the report. A flag ship would always answer unless it was unable to. It could just be interference or an inattentive operations officer at his station, but it troubled Matt indeed.
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OOC: Hello crew of the Olympia. I'm Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds. I will be joining y'all as a mission advisor. I do not want to come in with phasers firing incase y'all had some plans of your own. I'm very excited to be working with each and everyone of you.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 1, 2015 4:45:01 GMT
With the rest of the away team reunited with Seth and Ensign Passis outside the cargo bay, they pressed on further into the ship. All the Maroans inside the bay would now be unconscious, under heavy sedation. Two of the away team had been unable to hold their breaths any longer and had too slipped into unconsciousness under the effects of the gaseous sedative released from the canisters, and were now carried by the science officer and a security Ensign.
"Alpha Squadron, form up. Telchuka, you have point," Seth directed the woman onwards then took up position in the middle of the group with two more of his security officers, the three of them together protecting Commander Rose. Passis and Maharna brought up the rear.
He wondered how many of the Maroan's command hierarchy remained on this torture ship. Commandant Cerver was unconscious in the cargo bay, along with his two personal guards and many other Maroans. They attempted scans, but were still unable to break through the specially modified bulkheads of this old strongly built Klingon ship. No lifesigns were detected, but that didn't mean there weren't any.
"Commander," he whispered, not knowing if any Maroans were close by, and directed Rose's vision to the room entrance off to their right. It was near pitch black inside, with just enough light from the corridor to illuminate several horizontal slabs, like tables. The first officer nodded and Seth and three security made their way gingerly into the room - as they crossed the threshold the place was illuminated by lights previously hidden in the ceiling.
A septic blue-green filtered into their senses, and shockingly lying on the eight tables they saw the same number of what must've been the experiments... People, unconscious, with all manner of appendages hovering over them, marks on their bodies where previous incisions had been made, opaque tubes sticking into their arms feeding them chemicals from units that emitted a ghastly hum from the corner of the room. The tables were torture chairs.
Seth woke one of the captives, slapping his face until he groggily came to. "Keep them out! Keep them out!" the captive cried, Seth muffling his screams with a hand over the mouth.
"I know you don't know where you are," he said to the man, knowing from his experience immediately after boarding this ship what these people were being put through, hallucinatory visions and so on. "Tell me, if you can focus, is this all of you?" He waited, the man trying to pry Seth's fingers loose but he was much too weak. "These eight. Is this all of you," he asked again. If it was, they could get all the captives off this ship very quickly then take the remaining Maroans to task.
All the man needed to do was nod, but he gasped, croaking what Seth feared was his last so he released his hand from the man's mouth. "Yes! Yes... this is all of us." Seth looked around at Rose who stood in the doorway, suggesting that they should get out of here. He had Passis set up the pattern enhancers around the eight poor people of various races, then prepared to have everyone beamed out.
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