Deis Irae
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Savot: "Doctor, put down the hypospray." Deis: "No way pointy, this ship's mine!" [2003]
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Post by Deis Irae on Nov 1, 2017 21:20:55 GMT
Arrigh, close him up, Lt. ::Pulling her hands from the elbow length gloves as her head nurse holds onto the ends, stripping them down the arms. The woman takes them to be disposed as her Resident begins closing up the patient resting on the isolation biobed. Open heart surgery...nothing quite like it. Stimulation implants had been clamped in place, pacemaking as it were. Relitavely simple procedure but a valuable one for her Resident to observe first hand and assist with. Giving her medteam an encouraging nod, she heads into the still somewhat bare CMO's office. Stripping out of the surgical overgown, Deis takes a seat and begins dictating the procedure to the console when the comm beeps with her Captains voice::
=/\="Commander Irae, we're receiving Commander Jon Park as our replacement Chief Tactical/Security officer. Please have quarters readied for him on Deck 3 with the rest of the senior staff. As we're presently docked with the Starbase I expect he'll come aboard via umbilical as part of Starbase 47's power conservation initiatives. If you'd arrange to meet him at our hatch and accept his transfer orders I would appreciate it. I'm going to confer with Admiral Torek as to the details of the Raven's recent mission and ascertain where the upper command tier feels it best to deploy our efforts. You have the bridge."=/\=
::She kills the concole with a tap of finger on the new holoscreen and gets back up from the chair. No sigh, everyone is working two shifts right now and for good reason.:: =/\=Understood, Capn. Just finished up in Sickbay, so yer timin is impeccable. Will be onbridge as soon as ive carried out yer orders. Irae out.=/\=
::And with that, picking up her uniform jacket, shrugging back into it and zipping up as she leaves sickbay. Roughly 40 minutes later arriving at the El Sals umbilicaled airlock and awaiting our new Security man, perusing his file while she waits::
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on Nov 5, 2017 22:29:10 GMT
Carl knew he was being unreasonable by practically 'ordering' Commander Milyanov to go to O'Tooles, Jan was an exceptional Engineer, but he was stubborn, not a bad trait by any means, and not his only idiosyncrasy. Going off reports from his Chief Engineer, and his own first-hand interaction with the man he knew him to be somewhat introverted where praise was concerned. In Carl's opinion, and ultimately the one that counted, Milyanov was overdue for the promotion, Andae had submitted the proposal some time back and truth be told he had simply neglected to action it with the attention it deserved, and now Jan seemed less then pleased ... Level 1551 - Alpha Promenade - O'Tooles :: He had dragged several of his Officers off duty or out of bed. He had also contacted several friends still aboard the Starbase to attend if they so chose ... Entering the bar he could see it was quiet, with only half a dozen others taking time to have a drink and relax. Apparently the notion of having what was once known as 'Opening Hours' had gone out the proverbial window since the disaster, and O'Tooles was one of many establishments on the Promenades that remained open practically all hours. Sean would normally have left, leaving one of his Managers in charge at this time of night, but he loved a celebration and had stayed on, Carl could see him speaking with Milyanov. He, along with Calli, David Tan, Elena de Luca, and a few others all converged on the bar. He nodded to the proprietor as he approached: "Well now ..." the Irishman said, grinning one of his famous cheeky grins, ".... Here's your boss now laddie." "Sean, I see you hung around, any excuse for a drink eh." Torek said, waving to Kara, Sean's Manager. "Admiral." Milyanov said, turning to face the newcomers. "Hell, relax, Commander !" Calli said, slapping the man on the shoulder before planting her elbows on the bar, hand open in anticipation of it holding a glass in the very near future. "Sean .... Let's have a line-up of Jägerbombs if you please, and one of your better bottles too, not the cheap stuff you flog off to the tourists types." Elena demanded. "Hey girlie, my stock is by far the best on the Station, brought in especially from my suppliers, none of the replicated stuff here." O'Toole said, feigning hurt at her comment. "So those things behind the bar supply nuts do they ?" de Luca chided. "Can if you want em woman." Sean said, slapping her thigh as he passed and receiving a dig in his kidney for his presumptuousness ..... The shot glasses were set up in front of the group and Jan couldn't help notice that his glass seemed to hold at least double that of all the others. He was about to comment on the fact when Sean called for quiet: "Over to you Carly boy." the congenial Irishman said, sneaking an arm around Calli's waist. Carl tried not to smile at her expression but pondered the idea of requesting Medic's before he picked up his own glass and turned to the others: "OK ... I know it's extremely late, but I thought given everything that had happened over the last months, that a snippet of good news might be welcomed ... Lieutenant Milyanov has served on the Raven, both this one and the former Galaxy Class, as Deputy Chief Engineer for some considerable time. Truth is, if we had not found ourselves in our current situation, I'm more than certain that at least one opportunity for his advancement to Chief Engineer within the Fleet would have arose." he stopped speaking to take a drink of the shots' accompanying pint, then continued, "As you are more than aware, we are struggling for crew, and more so Senior Bridge Officers. I have taken the opportunity to make several promotions within the Raven crew, most noted as you are aware is the fact that Commander Blakus has been made my Executive Officer. At this point, he is retaining his position as Chief Engineer, something I am sure Mister Milyanov is understandably confused about." "Any chance you are going to get to the meat of this Admiral, I do have a bed to go to." Carl looked round to see Commander David Tan, temporarily assigned to Intelligence, tapping his wrist as if pointing out the time. "OK ... OK ..." Carl said, "I would like you to raise your glasses to my new Exec' Commander Andae Blakus, and newly promoted 'Lieutenant Commander' Jan Milyanov ... A promotion that was well deserved and alas long overdue." he raised his glass as did everyone else, "Andae and Jan." he finished. "Andae and Jan." everyone present repeated, all drinking deeply from their glasses before taking up the shot glasses and downing them. Carl leaned in to whisper to Milyanov: "Andae might want a word when you have time." The group, now on their own in the bar, continued to drink. It was the first time they had actually relaxed since the explosion of the Nebula that flung them so far from home. He looked up at the time, it was past zero one hundred but it didn't matter in his opinion, the people around him and those aboard the Starbase had suffered, they all deserved those moments of separation from the daily grind. He walked over the the ancient music device, something called a jukebox, Sean had acquired from Earth, and looked at the selection. Having no clue as to who was who or what they were singing he pressed a sequence of push-buttons then walked back to the group .......... OOC : Andae, I am writing this on the assumption that you are in O'Tooles with us. Feel free to edit if this is not the case ::
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Jon Park
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Post by Jon Park on Nov 9, 2017 4:03:15 GMT
Jon looked at his rank in the mirror, A rank reduction to commander 1st Class. Jon knew that it was part of his reassignment but he wasn't happy about it. he tapped a few commands into the Padd and saw his new ship was pulling into the starbase shortly and he headed to the Docking port he was sent to enter to. Commander Park watched the ship move into the docking slot and he knew his new command was about to be a fun time.
The doors opened to the umbilical and he crossed the ship door, there he saw an officer he knew was one of the ships Senior officers. "Hello commander, Commander 1st class Jon Park your new CSTO. I understand the ship was just on a rescue mission, Is the tactical systems in need of repair?"
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Jon listened to the report, "honestly i was just released from the stations sickbay and would like to unpack my things. I broke my arm when the station was thrown into this area of space, I was on a shuttle returning from my last assignment when i was caught in the gravity field docking with the starbase and helping find station personal."
Jon moved to the turbolift with the commander and saw they had upgraded the old Lcars interface to the new Tcars interface. Smiling he just waited for his turn to state his destination "Deck 3."
"Is commander Andae Blakus still assigned to this command post?" Jon asked, He hoped his old Academy friend was doing well since his last time. They came to his Quarters and he said "Thank you i will be on the bridge shortly." Jon entered and went to the computer "Computer this is Commander Jon Park voice Authorization delta 153, transfer all security and tactical command codes to myself."
The computer chimed "All Command codes transferred, Tactical department is now under the command of Commander 1st class Jon Park." Jon quickly showered and quickly changed into a new Gold uniform leaving his quarters he headed tot he bridge. Arriving on deck one he saw all the staff where they should be and didnt see his new commanding officer. tapping to control padd at the ready room door Jon waited.
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Andae Blakus
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Post by Andae Blakus on Nov 12, 2017 6:22:10 GMT
Blakus had entered O'Toole's just before 1am, choosing initially to go incognito and sidling along in the semi-twilight to his usual seating place - usual up to a point: he hadn't exactly been a regular in the establishment since the Starbase had become stranded, less so because of the Raven's recent, partly successful mission.
He espied Milyanov at the bar amidst the other officers - the Admiral, others and a couple of civilian clothes people who he suspected were Starfleet Intelligence officers (not, considering the clothes, that they were on assignment: or were they? the irreverent part of his mind asked) - ... Milyanov was attempting not to drink the contents of a small glass that he held reluctantly in his hand; others in the group had already dispensed with theirs.
Andae rose to stand, leaving behind his companions Bligh from the Maracanda and Taylor from the Raven. The old classic, Vulcan first contact anthem Ooby Dooby had started blasting from some antiquated device in the bar's corner. Several of the late-night clientele had begun jigging about on a makeshift dancefloor between bar and side-door, combining improbably an Irish jig with an appropriate dance to the racket called, apparently 'rock and roll'.
Before he could make any progress towards the bar, Milyanov had started to head his way. He stood, shaking the man's hand, "Congratulations again, I saw the Admiral directing you my way..." he turned towards the bar by way of gesture with his own drink in hand, "I meant to talk with you about the Beta shift schedule, it doesn't seem to me we're going to get the requisite parts from the one hulk vessel with a functioning warp core -"
Milyanov seemed surprised, "What, no parts at all?"
"Well, most of the parts will function," he admitted, "But two that are crucial for the operation of just over 50% of the dilithium chamber are entirely incompatible; this means that approximately half the necessary materials for a new core will have to be replicated afresh, with the positive that we can salvage half again of the resources from the wrecked ship, cutting down significantly on the overall construction ti- "
"Yes, yes..." Milyanov waved a hand and finally took a swig of his drink - half the shot - as if it was an escape from the sudden pestering of a senior officer who was reminding him how much work they had to do. Blakus smiled at his reaction; the familiarity between the two of them was such that the Russian could get away with addressing his senior officer in such quasi-dismissive terms.
Milyanov swung back towards the bar, "Now look, Andae, the Admiral's brought me here to celebrate, and that's what I'm going to do..." he coughed and hid his PADD detailing engine specs behind his back, "I never intended to work tonight," he finished sheepishly and resumed his place at the bar. Blakus laughed, turned back towards the duo who sat in the corner, old flame and Raven engineer Christina Taylor, and William Bligh of the Maracanda, lately of SCE, long ago of the Vic-C, as was Taylor. New music resonated over the speakers from the multicoloured monstrosity, the traditional song 'Four Nights Drunk'.
He sat with his old Vic-C officers - one clan, if one liked, keeping to one corner and talking amongst themselves. An hour, then two went by, and the party atmosphere of the place had lessened perhaps 50%, but still retained its joyousness. It was curious, he thought, what people were apt to do in dire times - if the world of mankind ever ended and its remaining days were all twilight and advancing evil, he imagined people would still find a way to party through the night and into following days, days of lengthening shadows and tangerine glow as the sun set on humanity's final horizon.
He looked round for who was still present, spotting two of his crewmates near the bar (Taylor had left half an hour ago). He headed there, resolving in his mind that he wouldn't be persuaded to dance - he wasn't going to suffer a dislocated left knee again.
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on Nov 12, 2017 18:58:50 GMT
It was almost two in the morning now and he had achieved what he wanted, getting everyone together to finally relax, if only for a couple of hours ... He was at the bar, chatting to Sean when his Exec and the newly promoted Engineer approached, after refreshing their drinks Andae walked over to a table where several others were seated. Carl excused himself from his conversation and shuffled along the bar: "Commander." "Admiral." Milyanov replied. "I know you probably didn't want to come tonight, and I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't hinted that it was an order, you might have still been down in Engineering clawing your way through umpteen PADD's ... Like the one you have been trying to keep out of sight." Carl said with a grin, shaking his head as the Engineer tried to look innocent, "I know how devoted you are Commander, but spending every waking moment, then more, on duty is going to be detrimental to your health, and thus to the well being and efficient running of the Department, and as a consequence, the Raven herself." "There's a lot of wor ...." "As her Captain, I know just how much needs to be done Commander. Yet here I am,along with a good third of the ships' Officers. We all need time away, even if it's only a few hours." he put his hand on the mans shoulder for a long moment, reminiscing and wondering if he had been as enthusiastic at the young Engineers age, "The ship will be there in the morning, OK ... Enjoy your drinks, and congratulations again." he turned and waved to Sean then headed out of O'Tooles. He'd promised Chloe that he'd not be long and he had the feeling she would already be fast asleep when he got back to their quarters on the Starbase ....... SD: 2403.01.1112 - 09:00 hrs Admiral Tetsutaro's Office :: "....... and we are certain that the tumour was intentionally induced ?" Carl was asking. "Yes, there is no doubt." The 'base Medical Officer confirmed, "Had he not had a lucky early reaction we would never have known, and the Admiral would have di ..." "Lucky !" Elena de Luca of Intelligence spat. "Indeed." the Doctor said, raising her eyebrows as if it was obvious. "Who else knows ?" de Luca asked, glaring at the Doctor. "Everyone in this room ...." Gheskori replied, "Plus those involved, clearly." "Have we any leads ?" David Tan asked. "Nothing substantial, rumours, chatter, but nothing we can put a firm finger on, and no leads as to who may have been involved." the Security Chief of the Starbase admitted reluctantly, "Which is why you are here." "I'm assuming you have rounded up the usual malcontents, questioned them ?" de Luca commented, "I think we should sta ....." "We haven't detained anyone at this point in time." the man informed the room. de Luca threw up her arms in obvious frustration, pacing back and forth behind Tetsutaro who was sat at his desk seemingly in deep contemplation. "I would like all the medical information sent to my Chief Medical Officer on the Raven." Carl said. "I don't see the point in that." the Security Chief said, instantly regretting his comment. Thankfully no-one chose to point out the glaringly obvious to the man. That being the Ravens' CMO might have more luck than the Starbase' Medical Teams. "I'm assuming the Admiral's quarters and this office have been thoroughly checked, and subsequently cleared ?" Calli Valente asked. The Security Officer confirmed that it had indeed been done. "What about the pathogen itself, do you have any information at all Doctor ?" Carl asked, eyes already scanning the relevant PADD containing the Medical information, such as it was. "Nothing definitive. We have yet to identify the delivery system. We did find minute anomalies within the cells of the brain and the tumour itself." she explained moving to the large viewscreen on the wall before calling up the information she needed, There, in the brain, almost invisible but there nonetheless. A minor anomaly in the histidine amino acid chain, the HO-O-NH 2-N-NH to be precise. But again, how this was achieved without extensive protein restructuring is frankly beyond my level of expertise, and I suspect your Chief Medical Officers' too, Admiral." the Doctor finished pointedly. "OK, well all that went right over my head." Tan said with a grin, "Any chance of breaking it down into something us laymen can understand ?" The pathogen targeted a very specific part of the brain, on a microscopic level, something called a multi-polar neuron. These neurons were attacked by altering the mitochondrion through the cell wall, effectively killing what is known as the golgi apparatus in the process. A side effect I assume given it made no difference to the outcome." "That's your simple version ?" Tan said. Someone effectively put virulent cancer cells directly into the Admirals brain. Is that simple enough ?" "Well, you could have said that in the first place." David said with a shrug. "We are getting too deep into the mechanism Ladies and Gentlemen." Carl said quietly, continuing when everyone had fallen silent, "This could be the prelude to further attacks on the Command structure. We need to know who, and stop them." "So where do we start ?" Elena asked, looking at Gheskori and Tetsutaro ..........
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Nov 14, 2017 0:00:14 GMT
Calli had arrived at O'Tooles roughly five minutes before Admiral Torek, she had already had time to assess the room and those present ... Granted, the majority of patrons were in no way involved with the Raven, and as such would have no clue as to why the majority of her Senior Staff had suddenly descended on their favourite drinking hole ... She looked around the room as she approached the bar, and was about to look for someone to serve her when a drink was put before her. She looked ahead to see a smiling Kira, Sean's Bar Manager: "Oh you read my mind." Calli said, lifting the amber liquid filled glass up and almost downing the contents in one go. "Carl comm'ed us to say a few people would be dropping in." Kira said, topping up her friends' glass, "Have to say it's a tad unusual for you guys to be turning up after midnight." "Couple of promotions, but to be honest I think the Admiral just needed an excuse to get his Staff off the ship, if only for a couple of hours. No-one is relaxing, which is far enough given our situation, and you can't fault the dedication of everyone on the ship, but we all know the old adage: 'All work and no play yadda yadda' ...." "Yeh, same here." Kira said, raising her eyebrows while trying not to laugh, and failing miserably, "So I'm going to guess that one of these 'promotions' went to the gentleman over there ?" she said, pointing over to several people, one in particular, who seemed anything but pleased to be here. "Yes, that's one of them." Calli said. She looked at Milyanov, Andae's Deputy in Engineering, and knew instantly that he could have pointed out a dozen places he would rather have been without thinking, no doubt why Carl had 'insisted' on his attendance. She realised that despite her position on the Raven, combined with her Intelligence role, she knew very little about the Engineer ... He was more than competent, that could never be disputed, and from record he was more than able to run a department in his own right. It occurred to her as she observed the man, that he possibly believed his promotion as bitter sweet ...... Yes, he had made Lieutenant Commander, but was it compensation for not immediately being appointed Chief Engineer following Andae's being made Executive Officer ? ... She doubted it given his psychological profile, he didn't seem the 'sulky' type, so maybe he was something of an introvert, not prone to leaping in the air at every positive comment. She realised that Kira was stood behind the bar looking at her. "Sorry, thinking ..." she said taking the offered glass, "Look, it's quiet, come around the bar and have a chat." Kira was about to comment when Sean passed them: "Go take the weight off sweetheart, you've earned a rest. Hi Calli, I'll have a chat momentarily, just got to get the unruly out before they spoil the party." "Need a hand ?" "No, noooo, just a bunch of youngsters opening their mouths too wide after a few, nothing that a slap around the head and a kick in the britches won't remedy." He walked off, Calli hadn't taken much notice of the group of Junior Officers and Crewmen in one of the booths before, but now Sean was forced to speak to them she listened in to their conversation: "..... I'm telling you they are going way too far."
"Shut your moth unless you want to advertise." one chastised.
"We don't even know it the chatter is true, so drink your drink and keep your opinions private." another said.
"But even if they get a ship, where would they go ?"
"They went too far with tetsu ......." "Hey you guys, I think it's about time you headed for your beds, don't you ?" Sean said, halting the conversation, and much to Calli's annoyance. "Seaaannnnny boy." they said in unison, all holding up empty of half-full glasses, "One for the road good Sir .... C'mon buddy, we're your best customers, one fill up and were out your hair, okey dokey ?" "Last ones." Sean said, "But listen closely, keep all that conspiracy theory rubbish to yourselves or in your own rooms. I don't need it in here OK boys and girls ?" he said, his tone making it clear it wasn't a request. "No worries buddy, less of the little green men, no worries." one said, slurring his words. Sean gave them a lok that made it clear he wasn't joking then waved to one of his staff. Calli watched them and tapped her comm badge surreptitiously: =^= Valente to Raven .. =^= =^= Raven .. Commander Wedlerson .. What can I do for you Commander ? =^= =^= Harry .. Patch me into the ships computer .. Then mute audio until I'm done =^= =^= Done =^= Wedlerson said after a moment. =^= Computer .. Record all visual and audio in this establishment until zero three hundred hours .. Access Intelligence only .. Authorisation: Valente-Alpha-zero-Two-Omega =^= =^= Confirmed =^= the Raven's computer answered. she tapped her Comm badge to close the communication then returned her attention to Kira. "Have they been sprouting off all night ?" "Yep, this theory, that theory, all talk if you ask me." Kira said, seeing Commander Blakus and the freshly promoted Milyanov at the bar, "Hey, I bet you could find something out for me." "What ?" Calli said, rolling her eyes, knowing the look on her friends face and suddenly pitying the object of her attentions. "That bloke at the bar, the Engineer, how come no-one knows his name ?" Kira said conspiratorially. "It's Milyanov." Calli replied, suddenly needing a refill. "Exactly !" the bar Manager said as if suddenly announcing the discovery of flight. Calli manged to get the attention of one of the staff and pointed to her glass holding two fingers up, the girl nodded and headed for the bar. They watched as Commander Blakus spoke with his Engineer then left the bar to join a small group at one of the booths. She looked at Kira and sighed: "Really ..... Out of the myriad of eligible bachelors who walk in here you decide on him ? ... I'm not getting involved Kira, last time cost me a small fortune, besides, what the hell is stopping you presenting yourself, a new prospective conquest has never stopped you before. Just go over there and ask if he wants another drink for heavens' sake." The drinks arrived and several refills later Calli had all but forgotten the young Officers and their comments ..........
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Andae Blakus
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Post by Andae Blakus on Nov 17, 2017 3:26:31 GMT
O'Toole's, Starbase 47, 0255 station time
Blakus remained sitting with his friends from the old Victory (one of course also being a fellow officer of the Raven), reminiscing and comparing, as they sometimes did, the sayings of one of the Vic's venerable crewmembers to those of the commander of the famous, original sea-going Victory in the days of petty intraplanetary war,
"The Federation expects that all her citizens will do their duty," their fellow officer had sometimes remarked, and imagined that he actually was in fact Admiral Horatio Nelson (usually in a combat situation where he would advocate the tactic of breaking the line, so effective against Villeneuve, but which was generally impossible - as Commander James Matthew had always reminded him - with just one ship).
The old-fashioned analog clock's hand rotated around towards 0300, last orders were signalled, and Blakus made to depart. He made a cursory glance at the bar: Milyanov was absent; he'd been sitting there - every time Blakus had looked - all through the night, shoulders hunched over his drink and PADD as he worked up the next feat of genius that would revolutionalise (well, not quite) the operational methods of Raven's engineering (it might be needed if they were to embark in good time on their next cautious exploration, the following endeavour to carve a yet wider region out of the unknown).
He looked over his shoulder at his colleagues, who'd recognised who he'd been looking for, "It seems he's gone home."
"I didn't see him leave," Bligh nodded, "Not that I was keeping an eye out though." Blakus shrugged and thought no more of it. He swept from O'Toole's feeling no worse for wear (synthehol had been his poison for the evening), and returned to the Raven. His quarters was in its usual state, and he collapsed into unconsciousness with the light shining brightly overhead. Little did he know he'd not awaken until 1720 hours the next day.
USS Raven, 0320 ship & station time
The people disguised as maintenance personnel slipped the device through - what was for them - an imperfect seal in the Commander's quarters' door; they had at their disposal a microfilament recording device, able to capture sound, audio, radio background noise, biosign details, any other anomaly that might present itself inside the Raven XO's room. "What are you technicians up to?" a mid-ranked officer paused as he walked by.
"Standard checks of senior officers' security requirements, sir. We're Starbase personnel," one 'tech' described himself and his colleague and flashed ID chips. The officer moved on, satisfied though for an instant bemused. Their clandestine work continued, the filament inserted through the door so that Commander Blakus's biochemistry could be analysed - had the toxin taken effect? Results returned to the two intruders' consoles on the base - in its lower reaches - two hours later, confirmed that it had.
O'Toole's past closing time, Starbase 47, 0325 station time
"Kira! There's someone still here!" a bar attendant called out, observing the bedraggled, gold-collared Starfleet officer stumbling out of the lavatory facilities while the staff member wiped down tables and chairs. Laughter from other staff who'd remained to close up resounded through the establishment. It was all muffled and distant to Milyanov's ears; his face white as a sheet, his entire uniform spattered with water where he'd been overzealous in his use of the cleaning facilities, he dragged himself groaning towards the exit. Had he passed out there? In the WC? How embarrassing. How typical. And it's almost a certainty, he thought, Almost a certainty that no one else of the party got even remotely... Arrrghh, oh, Elsa... Ah, it's the pit of misery -
An attendant materialised seemingly before him, emerging out of the haze hand on hips, shaking his head, "Who'd have thought it, Commander? You barely touched a drink most of the night... Come on, chap, let me help you." He lifted the groaning Assistant CEO from where he'd collapsed against the bar and assisted him out of the establishment, offered to arrange for him a site-to-site transport to the Raven.
Milyanov thanked him, walked a couple paces and stopped suddenly. When he turned around, he seemed to the attendant utterly destitute. "Are you ok, friend?"
"Elsa Harton. Raven engineer, died in the accident..." Milyanov mumbled completely inaudibly. It sounded like a sick gurgle.
"Er, did you say something, friend?" The attendant helped him to the area where the site-to-site was being set up, and let him be, aware that whatever the Starfleet officer was dealing with may be beyond his grasp and that in any case it was no business of his.
Raven sickbay, next day 1745
Blakus entered and approached the CMO silently, going unnoticed even when he stood right beside the Doctor. Eventually Roach ceased work on the rearranging of various test-tubes, and turning started in surprise, "Commander, my word, you look terrible..." He was rushed to a biobed upon which he slumped down heavily and fell inert. Using only his eyes he studied his hands and bare arms (wearing his grey undervest sans jacket): they were deathly pale, veins starkly visible (dark crimson fault lines in a glacier, the surface of Jovian Europa) and trembled.
"I was poisoned last night on the Starbase, again," his voice was flat and emotionless as Roach's tricorder ran over him.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Nov 18, 2017 17:00:30 GMT
Blakus sat up on the biobed, not so much concerned by hunger any more as by the potential state of the matter replication process of the new warp core. Without his direct supervision, the peculiarities of the Sovereign class Raven's warp system, its small faults and areas of unexpectedly high performance may not be taken account for by the anonymous installation technicians the base usually provided and - in this case, considering the lack of personnel - almost certainly had provided.
"Commander, I must say you've made a rapid recovery. The toxin, however it got into you and when, has almost entirely dissipated. Usually even with materials that have such a short half-life, physical effects are experienced by the body for at least several more hours. These, however, have faded near entirely."
"That's good, doctor, I imagine whoever did this... And I think Commander Valente had events in the bar recorded for the last couple hours before closing time... Whoever did this only intended for it to last a short time, enough to knock me out and keep me from remembering... something..." Something flashed before his mind's eye; he blinked and attempted to focus his mind, for the image faded before it could disclose its nature.
Roach was puzzled, "What do you think you would've otherwise remembered? Didn't you recount the evening to Dr Marot, found all of it present, no gaps, and head back to the ship to fall immediately asleep?"
Raising a wry eyebrow, Blakus swung himself off the biobed and leapt to standing, "I indeed said that, however, one isn't aware of gaps in one's memory if one has had those memories erased." Again it streamed by him: a memory, a thought, an idea, a word? "I think I recall... in O'Toole's... the bar," he explained, "There was someone who wasn't supposed to be there. Who..." he focussed, began pacing back and forth, "Who perhaps was recorded as being left behind in the Alpha Quadrant; not on the official roll call of named individuals - recorded as being on base, or the ships, during the Betreka event - issued by Command last week."
"You're sure? You think this thought has been suppressed by the toxin?" Roach watched him carefully.
He paused near the glassed-in section of sickbay that was Roach's office, "I don't know... Perhaps I'm making it up, pursuing a likely chain of events. It can be difficult to distinguish between imagination and memories when those memories are so distant, tenuous, likely to steal away the instant the mind's attentions fall upon it." He looked about, "Am I free to go."
Roach informed him he was but made him wear a monitoring device (attached at the nape of his neck above the hairline); he was to report back to sickbay if any of the symptoms recurred even in the slightest of terms. "How's Milyanov? Are we sure it wasn't the same affliction as my own...?" Blakus asked.
"Positive, Commander. His 'arguably' more natural poisoning was cured this morning." Blakus nodded and departed; it was his understanding Milyanov was overseeing the complex operation of restructuring the nacelle PTC's adapter, where it met with the reaction chamber. He let him be in engineering and made for the station to rescue the replication effort.
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CSS
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Registered: Apr 27, 2003 15:54:40 GMT
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Post by CSS on Nov 20, 2017 1:11:48 GMT
Ladies and Gentlemen
Now that we have established our new home beyond the Dark Matter Nebula, we are moving forward
A new thread, effectively Part Two of Disaster, has been set up, where we will continue our adventures, entitled:
~ Disaster ... and Tenacity ~
Will be where threads begun in Part One will progress and develop further
Anyone who has been writing events and happenings from their point of view in Part One, please continue it on the new thread
We are excited to see what the future has in store for all of us in this new region of space Exploration, Discovery, New Life-forms, and ultimately, to discover a means to travel back to our own Suns
Please keep up the exceptional writing
Regards
~ CSS ~
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