Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
Registered: Apr 28, 2005 20:58:32 GMT
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 5, 2017 18:34:39 GMT
OOC: Before the Admiral's post and I will be expanding upon it.
The day to day operations of the remaining Section 47 Fleet seemed to go by in a blur. There was constant work to be done in and around the fleet. Matthew's most immediate attention was and for the foreseeable future be on Starbase 47 itself. Running a starbase was difficult enough, but the current situation would prove difficult at best. As he finished his most recent repair, Matthew scolded himself for thinking about how difficult it would be to get everyone back home safe and sound. He and every Starfleet office knew the risk involved in service, but the amount of civilians worried him.
Yet everyone on board the base and the starships could breathe a sigh of relief. The El Salvador and the Raven had been able to steer the entire fleet from certain disaster yet once again. Everyday impressed Matthew more and more. Not only because the men and women around him were doing extraordinary things, but because they knew nothing else than being extraordinary. He could only hope to continue to build upon that.
"Admiral Reynolds, you have about seventeen repair reports waiting in your office and waiting approval," an operations commander reported as he walked onto the command center," repairs are progressing and the El Salvador and Raven are continuing repairs on and off the starbase as well."
"Thank you Commander, I'll be in my office reading up on the reports, advice the El Salvador and Raven that if needed I'm available to help in any capacity," Reynolds said as he walked into his office and began to read his reports.
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The mood aboard the station was one of relaxed caution as the starbase continued to be tested like never before. When they got back, Matt would like to personally thank every single person that worked on the design of the starbase because it was holding up more than ever thought possible. The rotations of the fleet seemed to ease everyone back into some type of normalcy and truth being told Matt was happy that some small thing was coming to normal.
Matt's thoughts were interrupted when the Raven contacted command. As Admiral Tetsutaro inquired about the communication, Matt immediately thought the worse. Sixty days ago, the lives of everyone aboard the station and Section 47 Fleet had radically changed and news seemed to always be pretty bad as of late. As Matt listened in on the conversation, he couldn't help but realized that he and everyone else on board would need to work diligently to increase resources, tools, and equipment. Thankfully the Enzio, Raven, and El Salvador were some of the most advanced ships in the entirety of Starfleet, but even then they would surely need more to do more than just survive the predicament they found themselves in.
"Admiral Tetsutaro, I'm alerting the El Salvador and Maracanda of our change, depending on whatever the Raven and Enzio find out there I want all ships to be ready to respond," Matt said as he sent the information over to both ships," if agreeable sir, I'd like to beam aboard the Enzio, I'd like to help anyway possible."
"By all means Admiral." Admiral Tetsutaro replied.
(Tag Enzio, Raven)
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Simon Clark
Lt. Commander
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Post by Simon Clark on Jun 6, 2017 20:57:18 GMT
USS Enzio, In dock. Deck One, Main Bridge. Day 14.
"With respect, Sir, I formally protest!" Without really thinking, Commander Yarwood slapped his hand down on the XO's ready-room desk, "The Enzio and her crew are more than ready to step in and support-"
"The crew," the Admiral carried presence even through the console display, he gesturing behind him to Starbase Operations, "are at near full capacity, I know they are ready, and that’s part of what I want to discuss. The fact of the matter is that the Enzio is not. This mission demands functioning sensors, phasers and thrusters, none of which you currently have in abundance. You would be a liability in such close quarters to the Starbase, however good our helmsman. Allowing her to participate would be poor strategy on my part. Besides, I like the Enzio without micro-meteoroid impacts in her hull."
The Admiral took a breath, smiled, and continued, "However, I accept your protest. Any good captain is proud to serve, to be useful. I know it's what you are good at, Paul, it's what you signed up to Starfleet for, and it's why you are a command officer on this bridge. I need two things from you: First, I need Enzio in top shape for the next mission. I'm sending over some specialist development equipment, a suite of the latest extreme long range sensors, with a detachment of Starbase Maintenance and Repair to complement the four personnel you already have on board. We're headed into the unknown, and I want Enzio in a position to see it coming, not sat here in the dock. Get them fitted, connected, calibrated and functional."
"Yes, Sir."
"Second; Your performance in limiting loss-of-life during the last two weeks is best in fleet. The USS El Salvador lost 135 crew in the Betreka event, and the Raven is similarly short. I want a hundred of the Enzio crew, not officers, to transfer to the USS Raven before she exits the dome in forty minutes - they are going to save our lives out there, just as you have saved theirs. A preliminary assessment of your manifest against the missing skills is on route to your console, I'm sure you'll have reason to adjust it. I'll expect it back in twenty minutes. Do you have any questions?"
"Many, Sir. Is this a permanent transfer?"
"No. A couple of shifts at most, and they'll be back on board."
"While I am not comfortable, that's a lot of our crew... but... acknowledged, Sir. Twenty minutes, to your console. Forty minutes to the Raven, for two shifts."
"Thank you, Commander."
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USS Enzio, In dock. Deck Two, Sensor Control Systems. Day 22.
"So, Brex, what was it like, the El Salvador?" Technician Daniel Pixton asked, as he and Ensign Rory Heath put down the box of components they had lifted from the trolley.
"Your Spanish impression is no better than your Vulcan," Brexon replied, her voice level.
"Hey, I'm not joking!" he lifted his hands in mock surprise, "I'm genuinely interested! It's not every day that your boss gets a two shift stint on something the size of a small moon!"
Simon Clark sighed, and paused briefly. He liked Daniel Pixton, to an extent. The man exuded positivity, which over the last few weeks had kept up the morale of his team. He knew Daniel had lost a friend in Darren Barker, who had been killed in a plasma release when the ship lost the nacelle, and he wondered if this joker character was his normality, or if it was exacerbated by the grief. Even so, Daniel did not have much military precision. After the academy, and working on Commander Yarwood's bridge Simon felt uncomfortable working with such an informal group of people, and on so little sleep. It had been a long couple of shifts, manoeuvring unwieldy pieces of sensor grid control through the corridors. He would ask Ensign Heath about Pixton next time they had lunch. "Mr Pixton, bring the components here, please, and then report to cargo bay two to pick up the next lot."
"Yes, Chief, Sir," He stepped back out of the room much faster than he'd come in.
Simon thought he saw the cracks behind Daniel's facade as his expression flickered. He waited until the sound of the newly repaired turbolift doors snapping shut. "Ensign Heath, you know this equipment better than I do. Take over directing the installation, please, I'll learn as you go."
"With respect, Sir. You look exhausted. I'll happily take you through what I've done when you come back up."
Simon considered. He wanted to stay. He liked this sort of equipment, and he wanted to know how it worked. On the flipside, he knew that learning when he was tired was significantly less effective than after he'd slept. "Subtle, Ensign. But you are right. I'll see you in eight hours."
"Very good, Sir. Sleep well."
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Allan Hood
Lieutenant
Only real security: a reserve of knowledge, experience, and ability.
Registered: Dec 4, 2014 4:19:10 GMT
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Post by Allan Hood on Jun 7, 2017 2:28:47 GMT
Dinna fash yerself...ahem...i mean dinna worry. Smart girl wi a good head on 'er shoulders. Thanks. ::And thus she follows the Wife inside, taking a good look around:: I see ye didna waste any time makin th space familiar. Good. More comfy tha way. ::The photos are one thing, one hell of a family record very well done...but then there is an actual honest to goodness sword. Yes she will probably get along with the new tactical officer though she owns no archaic weaponery of her own. She actually goes to ask about it and then remembers that she came here for a reason.:: Right. Im just to give ye three th standard physical scans, provide any innoculations necessary though i doubt any are. Confirm current medical information an th like. Shouldna take but a few moments o yer time. AN ye can introduce me t her daughters all proper so they dinna consider me a stranger. ::Actually chuckling again about that. Dawww. She takes the medical tricorder from the shoulder strap case.:: Who will be first?
“No problem, let me go first so they aren’t scared,” said Sami-Jo, “This is Baby Donna. Say ‘hi’ Donna…” Without warning, Donna flicked some of her apricot baby food onto the visiting doctor, giggling all the while. The affair even managed to break Gracie’s protective stoicism.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Sami-Jo apologized, again, “She’s just experimenting.” Sami-Jo then turned back toward Donna, verbally chastising her for throwing her food and for hitting someone with it.
Gracie’s demeanor changed when she saw the medical tricorder, with all its lights and noise, it sounded and looked like a lot of fun to play with. Gracie began walking over while the doctor was collecting scans from the mother first, then from the baby.
“Can I play with it next?” asked Gracie, “How does it work? Does it do holograms?”
“It’s not a toy, Gracie; it’s a tool,” said Sami-Jo, “the doctor needs to use it to see how we’re doing, to look for germs and make sure we’re ok.”
“Okay, but, the doctor’s going to share, right?” Gracie asked, with all sincerity, not totally grasping the concept. “I’ll be careful…”
<Tag Irae>
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Gheskori
Command Staff ..
Commanding Officer Personnel Officer Trivia Officer
Section Admiral
USS Enzio
Registered: May 2, 2008 23:32:36 GMT
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Post by Gheskori on Jun 7, 2017 8:41:19 GMT
Day 12
"Yes, Sir. We look forward to having you aboard. Will there be anything else , Sir?"
"No, Paul. Not for now; just have a cup of tea ready when I make it aboard for supper."
Each smiled briefly and the comm ended. What a terrible joke! Ghes thought of himself. Despite his flippancy, he was more than pleased with the performance of his crew while he'd been occupied with matters on the Starbase. It was not in the nature of Denobulans to feel much of shame or pity, but he did experience slight suggestions of both at the thought of his not being on his ship during its initial response to the event.
Evening came and he boarded his ship in considerable pride. On exiting the vestibule, he was met with an empty corridor strewn with rubble, and an acrid smell from what'd likely been a ruptured EPS conduit down the way. He made his way to the bridge, entered and looked around smiling as best as he was able, and clasped hands with each of the bridge crew, "Commander Yarwood, Commander V'Maz..." he nodded as he moved about, "And my personal thanks to you, Lieutenant Clark. I and many others in Command have been greatly appreciative of your ingenuity during this crisis."
He shook the man's hand before collapsing with veritable joy in the command seat (an odd emotion to feel now, he thought, and yet the same Denobulan lack of shame or guilt rescued him from condemnation: he was back on his ship, amongst his crew, and they were all still alive).
Day 22 (USS Enzio)
Making his way back from the bridge where he'd been checking on V'Maz who had the night shift, the first time the man had taken that particular responsibility since becoming Acting First Officer, Ghes wasn't fast enough in reaching his quarters to prevent disaster. His wife Mwv'mci had just woken up, had made her way unsteadily to the replicator to make an energising Denobulan beverage; retrieving the cup with its synthesised matter, she turned and placed it on the coffee table; the cup promptly slid off, liquid dashed across the carpet.
"Oh, why hasn't this been fixed!" she yelled to the room, pointing to the table with its slanted leg. The computer refused to chirp. "Three Earthling weeks. He banged his head and broke my table, and now..." she sighed, running through possibilities of who she could call to mend this problem; it never occurred to her to order a new table from ship stores. Espying Ghes's commbadge that he'd left on the coffee table, she picked it up and squeezed it, =/\=Mwv'mci to the Chief Engineer.=/\= No response. =/\=Mwv'mci to the Chief Engineer! I require your assistance. Why has my coffee table still got a loose leg?!=/\=
A sleepy voice eventually sounded over the comm, =/\=... Repeat, please?=/\=
=/\=The Adm- !=/\=
Ghes entered the room, already having heard his wife's shouting from the corridor. He stepped forward and snatched the commbadge from her hand, waving her away to the other side of the room, =/\=Lieutenant Clark, apologies for the actions of my wife. Please feel free to return to your duties...=/\= He hesitated, =/\=Er, while I have you on the line, I know it's busy there in engineering, but how are the warp cores faring? Are we now registering consistently stable flow from the matter/anti-matter injectors?=/\=
<Tag Clark>
Day 72 (USS Enzio) - note: this part will be returned to in a future post, I'll be posting in the 60 day interval from day 12 to day 72 for now
Nearly two months ago, Ghes now recalled, the Starbase had avoided catastrophe when two of the Section's vessels had acted together to puncture the pseudo-surface of the micro-meteoroid shower the base had then been confronted with. Just making it through the hole created by the deflector beam combination and phaser fire of the USS Raven and USS El Salvador, as well as by the Starbase's available firepower, the base had been permitted to hurtle on into the constellation Centaurus.
Spending his time between the Starbase and his starship the Enzio, Ghes had adapted himself to the pattern of vessel rotation - protecting, acting as point-man for the behemoth station housing its many hosts of bereaved humanoid, non-humanoid peoples. Now it'd appeared the Raven - whose turn it was to keep vigil, that vigil just now ending as the El Salvador prepared to take up its position - had detected something at the extremes of its sensor range, something close enough for them to be aware it was there, but something far enough away that to decipher its particulars required more up-to-date sensors.
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Carl Torek
Command Staff ..
Site Executive Officer Ranks Officer
Fleet Admiral
"UTRINQUE PARATUS"
Registered: Jun 17, 2006 22:34:35 GMT
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 7, 2017 20:14:05 GMT
EVENT DAY SEVENTY TWO .. SD: 2403.00.0502 ..... Starbase Velocity : 0.181c ..... Distance Travelled : 5.85 x 108 Kilometres .....
The newly discovered anomaly was so far ahead of them that it was felt it would be more appropriate to continue repairs and upgrades where possible, rather than throw everything into something unidentifiable ... It was estimated that the USS Raven would be fully operational today. So much work had been carried out that Carl wondered if anything remained of the original. Of course that was untrue, but it felt like it. They still had a lot to do despite the certification but this was primarily cosmetic and computer-based, to speed that along, one hundred crew had been transferred from the USS Enzio, still in the final stages of being cleared for long-range space duties if and when they were required. Carl had asked Commander Valente to oversee the temporary crew, Andae would assign several of his Engineers to supervise. The Raven had undertaken her eight hour assignment as the 'eyes' of the Starbase, stationed ten thousand meeters ahead of the Goliath she had scanned the space ahead constantly looking for the smallest anomaly that could be harmful to the thousands behind them. "OK Helm, begin to move us aside to allow the Maracanda to take up position. Harry, compliments to Captain Chen and inform him we're moving." ... ~~~~~Docked back in the womb so to speak, the Raven would finish all work required over the next two shifts, at which time the Enzio Crew and Junior Officers would return to their own vessel ... With the losses suffered throughout the greatly depleted 'Fleet' and the lack of vessel in use, the subject of replacing those crew and Officers was high on the agenda of each weekly Staff Meeting. Power was still at a premium and not to be squandered needlessly, so use of the holo-suites was severely restricted. But Command had little option: Training needed to be done, specialists, both Starfleet and civilian, were needed to replace losses. At the time of the disaster there were approximately seventy one thousand Starfleet personnel aboard, either on Shore Leave, passing through en-route to or from assignments, or for other various reasons. Two months into their journey, there was less than thirty three thousand, of which only a small percentage, possibly as little as five percent, or sixteen hundred, could be re-trained to work on a Starship ! ... Others would be needed throughout the Starbase in various capacities. ... He was hoping now that with things stabilising somewhat, they would be able to approach the subject in the next meting, because apart from the logistics involved, transferring crew and Officers between vessels simply wasn't practical, especially given the fact that once they did halt the Starbase' headlong rush through unknown space the operational Starships would be venturing out further and further in their ceaseless efforts to find supplies, allies, opportunities, but most important ... A way Home !No-one was under any illusions though .... Getting home was akin to there being the minutest pin-point of light at the far end of an infinite tunnel, but it was there nonetheless. ~~~~~Getting up from the center seat, he stretched, trying and failing to rid himself of his seemingly constant backache. "Harry, I'm going to the Command Center, you have the Bridge. Contact Commander Blakus and ask if he is not too busy to meet me at his convenience. If he's still tinkering with his engines he's free to remain aboard." "Not sure he would like to know you call his work 'tinkering' Sir." Wedlerson said, a wry grin forming. "Then you had better not tell him, had you." Carl said, entering the turbo-lift ... He went to his quarters to see Chloe and his Daughters, then headed along the access tunnel leading from the Saucer Section of the Raven to the Dock ... From there he took the numerous turbo-lifts until he reached Command ..........
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Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
Registered: Apr 28, 2005 20:58:32 GMT
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 9, 2017 2:20:02 GMT
Caleb Linden Reynolds, Day 65
"Computer continue personal log......" Caleb absentmindedly said to the computer. As was tradition now, Caleb would end his shift making repairs, helping his father and immediately begin dictating his day to his log. A few minutes into his dictation, Caleb would feel a wide range of emotions which usually led to him breaking something in his quarters. Once he cleaned up the mess, he would continue with his log. Today was just like every day since day 23 of what members aboard the starbase began to refer to as The Event.
"I don't know why I'm so angry about the current situation we find ourselves in. I have my father, Kristen has finally become a mother to me, and I am doing something with my life. I always wanted to be out in space, but now that I'm here, it seems like I can't handle it. I almost miss Loskene's Cloud..."
It hadn't dawned on him, but Caleb was completely honest when he said he missed Loskene's Cloud, it had been hell, but it was a sure thing. Hunger, famine, and your wits were the only things that you could count on. No one was there to help, no one would take a second look at a skinny orphan, no one would miss him if he had met the ultimate fate. In many ways that life had been so much easier than the comfort and leisure of Starfleet.
"I can't believe I just said that, but I guess I do. The only thing keeping my sane has been dad, who always seems to know what to say even though I know he's scared for me at all times. The days of me not having a father are slowly slipping from my mind and I know he won't ever leave me of his own accord, but our current situation might make him break his vow to me. I know I shouldn't be thinking like a child, but he's the only person to ever love me outside my immediate family. I wish Matt could have met my parents and my siblings, I miss them everyday. I don't think I have actually thanked dad for giving me a family, I'm pretty sure he knows how I feel about him and the Reynolds clan."
The ring of the door stopped Caleb. A little annoyed that someone had interrupted him, Caleb went to the door fully aware that he was only wearing his underwear. "Computer halt recording."
"Caleb! Why are you answering the door in your underwear?" Kristen asked perplexed but a little amused," you're not thirteen anymore."
"Mom, I'm grown and today was a long day," Caleb responded blushing immensely and quickly running into his bedroom to grab some shorts and a shirt.
"You're barely 18 mister, plus if I'm not embarrassing you, then who will?" Kristen said as she began to pick up things around the room.
"Mom, stop. I've told you not to do that," Caleb said as he stopped his adopted mom from cleaning his quite dirty quarters," I'll clean I promise."
"No you won't," Kristen chuckled as she acquiesced to her son's pleas," anyways I'm here wanting to know if you would like to have dinner with your father and I? We haven't seen you outside of work for a few days now and we want to make sure everything is okay."
"There's nothing okay about our situation," Caleb said curtly and with a tinge of anger.
"You know you don't have to pretend to be okay with this mess, its been a difficult time for everyone involved," Kristen said taken aback for a moment, but immediately recovering from Caleb's rare flash of anger.
"Dad is going on like usual," Caleb retorted.
"Your father is worried about stopping and actually thinking of everything that can go bad. Working allows him to forget about all the casualties, the possibility of never getting everyone within fleet back home. The worries that your father and the other fleet officers is immense, but they are doing the best they can," Kristen replied," your dad hasn't had a good night's sleep since the accident happened."
"He didn't tell me any of this, why?" Caleb asked angry at himself for not knowing what was going on with his father.
"He's your father, he's supposed to take care of you and everyone else," Kristen said," his entire life he's been taking care of people. He almost lost himself when he lost Kyle, Starfleet gave him purpose and then he found you."
Caleb could count the times on his hand the times his father spoke of his middle brother Kyle. He had been lost during a skirmish with some rogue Cardassians near the DMZ. "I'm sorry I didn't know," Caleb responded.
"Caleb you don't have to have the weight of the universe on your shoulders, we know you care and we know you have your own journey to grow through,” Kristen responded,” you still haven’t responded to our invitation by the way.”
“Honestly I don’t really want to do anything tonight, I have to shower, I’m also helping Commander Wilkinson in engineering with some schematics. If it works, we’ll be able to increase energy efficiency by nine percent,” Caleb said,” plus dad will be able to pick up the fact that I’m kind of emotional right now and I don’t really want to have that conversation with the old man.”
“You know he’d be mad hearing you say he’s an old man, he’d ramble on the fact that he’s not that much older than you, that he was able to make captain faster than anyone in his family, and that even his mother and father both have to salute him now,” Kristen said with a laugh.
“Dad just says that because grandma hates saluting her son,” Caleb said laughing, “plus I only salute dad when he’s looking or someone of high rank.”
“I’m just a lowly Lieutenant Commander, I’m not important,” Kristen said laughing.
“Mom you’re important to me,” Caleb said as he hugged his mom,” thanks for checking up on me. I know I worry the both of you, but I’m going to be alright. I just really want to get back home.”
“Kiddo as long as I have your father and you by my side, it doesn’t matter where in the universe I am, that is home,” Kristen said as she kissed her son farewell and left him to his musings.
“Computer resume recording”
“So the universe seems to want me to not be sad. My mother just came by and gave me some encouraging words. I will be alright, I have my family, I have a job to do, and nothing is going to hold me back from getting things done.”
“Computer end personal log”
Caleb believed those words. Caleb put other thoughts away as he undressed again and turned on the almost scalding water that would be his shower.
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Deis Irae
Commander
Savot: "Doctor, put down the hypospray." Deis: "No way pointy, this ship's mine!" [2003]
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Post by Deis Irae on Jun 9, 2017 20:31:06 GMT
=====Back in the Hood Residential Quarters=====
::One of the few challenges that Commander Irae hasnt had much call to deal with is...dun dun DUNNN...children. She hadnt even considered that her little tricorder might scare kids. But then these are on the small side. When Sami-jo offers to go first, Deis nods:: Tis probbly wise considerin... ::And looks down to see the hello splutted firmly on her uniform jacket. Then she looks back up at the Mother and baby in question, and for the first time in what seems like ages...Deis laughs.:: Dinna be sorry, tis fine. She has good aim for one usin a wee spoon. Aye, lil bit...yer got me. ::She takes a moment to clear the apricot from her jacket...by scooping it onto a finger and just eating it as few Commanders tend to carry handkerchiefs:: Not bad, that. Right...lemme get this goin before i be bombarded into submission.
::Scanning Sami-Jo is an easy thing. These beginning medscans always are. Only takes a few moments and is little trouble. She didnt know how facinating that the tool would be to the older daughter though. She went to answer about how it worked and that with modification it could indeed project small holograms, but the questions just sort of keep comming. So Deis ends up grinning and kneels down, motioning to Gracie.:: C'mere luv. Ill show ye and ye can help me scan yer wee sister. Yer mum looks good an healthy. See this little screen? That flashes iffen there are odd germs...but it isna flashin, so yer mum has no germs tha would be a problem onship. Now this lil thingy... ::holding out the diagnostic wand, which these days is more like a little cylinder... ... ...and the explanations in kiddie terms just goes on from there, probably until the girl gets bored. Eventually towards the end of the visit, Deis finds that shes actually enjoyed interacting with the kids and the mother. Its one of those things that are few and far between for her in the last several years. It does the heart good to lay down the ships worries for a moment and "play" Doctor for a child that seems far less effected by all this disaster than she is personally::
<<just a quick backpost before getting current. Tag Hood or leave it as you choose>>
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Calli Valente
Starfleet Intelligence
"Don't get in my way."
Registered: Aug 4, 2010 21:19:10 GMT
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Post by Calli Valente on Jun 10, 2017 1:23:17 GMT
Over the last six weeks, those aboard the Starbase had rallied together ... There had been losses, in the tens of thousands, Families, Friends, Colleagues, but people had come together .... Calli had been working on the USS Raven-C and on the Starbase, both in her capacity as a Starfleet Officer and as part of Intelligence. It had been weeks since the issue with the Ferengi, and they now knew better than to cause problems, realising that the Federation, or the sole representatives among the Station Personnel, were not as lenient in their handling of dissidents, malcontents, or trouble-makers. They had been informed in no uncertain terms that they fall into line, or at the first opportunity they would be 'expelled' ... It was her Intelligence role she adopted following a communication the day before from Sean O'Toole. Apparently things were being said that warranted her attention. ~~~~~Stepping off the turbo-lift she made her way to O'Tooles Bar and Grill on Level one five five one. Entering she made her way to the bar ... Sean had told her what time the group usually appeared and she had made sure she was early. It was nice to have a little time with her friends, she hadn't seen Sean or Kira for almost a month she had been so busy. It was good to catch-up and look at the bar now Sean had finished refurbishing after it being used as a hospital for almost a month. Sean was sporting some sort of two day stubble kind of thing, which Calli actually liked, though Kira disliked it, and said so constantly, much to Sean's annoyance. "You're just jealous." he said, grinning. "Aye, like I'd want to grow something that makes me look like the back end of a cat." Kira shouted back in retort, then surreptitiously nodded in the direction of one of the booths. Calli looked over to see four men ... They ordered drinks and chatted, the topics far-ranging, but she began to notice a trend: Whispers of blame, intent, retribution. At first she thought it was all talk, people were entitled to their opinions, however, open dissension was something they knew must be clamped down upon and quickly, as it could spread faster than electricity through water ! "There isn't enough to go round."
"Then we take it."
"Like the Federation are going to allow us to jus ....."
"They can't be everywhere."
"Look, I heard there is a stockpile of weapons, we coul ....." "Hey, any of you guys going to put some music on ?" Calli said, drunkenly approaching the table. "Over there lady."
one of them said, waving for her to vanish, but Calli was persistent: "Hey, you gentlemen working, you all look as if you do." she insisted, trying to sit beside one of the men, who quickly stood, pulling Calli with him. "HEY, you need to get this under control, we don't come in here to be swamped by drunkards." the man said, attracting the attention of the passing Kira. She apologised, taking Calli and apologising, she told the men they were getting a round 'on the house' motioning to one of the staff to fill the order as she helped Calli onto a stool at the bar close to the group of men. Dropping her head onto her folded arms Calli winked, feigning over indulgence as she continued to listen. "How many others are willing to help ?"
"Last count we had twenty four, but that Engineer on the lower Levels seems to think we can get more, they're hungry and ill-informed down there, despite the top saying they are doing everything."
"Keep you're bloody voice down !"
"That Lieutenant, he said we could get access to weapons when the time comes."
"It's a ship we need."
You can't take a Starship with a handful of people, at best it's a daydream, worse case we all end up doing a long time somewhere dark and out of sight."
"We don't need a Starship ! ... How many times do I have to say this, our contact has access and is confident we can get our hands on a vessel. All we would need to do is make sure we are not seen and we go, let this place go into the unknown, we'd let it go and we'll go home."
"I was told it would take the El Salvador, or the Raven almost six months to get home from here, you plan on doing it in a shuttle !" one of the group said, obviously frustrated.
"We outnumber the Federation people almost a thousand to one, why not simply throw them out ?" the youngest asked.
"Yes, hell, why didn't we think of that, hold on I'll write a note, you take it up to Command and hand it to someone who looks in charge, hell, we'll even give them time to pack before they step into space." the younger man fell silent under the onslaught, but Calli was beginning to get concerned ... These might just be a group of people unhappy with the 'status quo' but at least one of them was wearing a phaser, something that was totally restricted given their situation, and she had to wonder where he had acquired the weapon, given everything was on lock-down ! She looked up at Sean, who knew she was concerned at the tone of the conversation. Feigning imminent vomiting she allowed herself to be taken to the bathroom: "This isn't just a group or unhappy people." Calli said, glancing at the door, "I need to speak to someone higher up about this. I'll arrange for covert surveillance to monitor that booth, do they always sit there ? "Yes." Sean confirmed ..........
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Post by Allan Hood on Jun 10, 2017 20:54:56 GMT
When not on bridge duty, Hood was usually found in the security office. Hood wasn’t one big on decorating, wanting to keep the office looking as serious as possible, yet, he had a small library with replicated artifacts from different eras of Earth’s history, pertaining to security. Replicas of gear and weapons from the Sumerian to all three of the World wars were stashed around the office. Hood saw to it that all replicated weapons were made of brittle material as to not be used in any effective manner.
The security chief reviewed reports from thirteen department heads every day, all of which have been uninteresting. Finally, things were becoming routine. On the starbase, he had to report to the starbase’s chief of security, the dilapidated condition on a daily basis. Since coming onboard the El Salvador, everything’s been calm and quite.
Hood sensed some resentment from those under him, mostly due to him stepping in after the ship was mostly put together again. Some, hoping to be promoted in his absence, found themselves disappointed in seeing him slip into position as security chief.
But, as Hood promised his team earlier, after holodecks were able to function without draining ship resources, Hood added a supplementary training to their regular Starfleet security and tactical exercises, to help build teamwork and trust in each other’s abilities.
On their off time, officers would spend an hour or two, working on siege warfare. Hood created a historical castle siege program for team building. Each level of the program relied more and more on their teamwork and trusting each other, with their own holographic army growing smaller.
The first couple castles were the easiest; castles could be taken by traditional means, while camping at the base of the castle walls, using strategically placed siege towers, ladders, catapults, trebuchets and battering rams. Time could be accelerated to see how certain strategies progressed.
But, as the castles grew larger and more heavily fortified, the security team had to rely less on their holographic army’s capabilities and more on their own abilities as a team. Stronger and thicker walls were constructed, concentric walls and moats were built, more towers were erected, and moats were dug.
The castles began taking on aspects of the Kobayashi Maru, but, instead of a no-win scenario, it became a no-army scenario. The team had to rely heavily on their own ingenuity to claim the castles.
For instance, in the castle Krak des Chevaliers program, no amount of strategically placed siege towers, ladders, catapults, trebuchets and battering rams would take the castle. With land sloping on three sides of the castle, there was only one way to bring in an army and equipment successfully, but, ultimately ineffective.
Finally, a lowly security crewman came up with the idea of faking a letter of surrender coming from the castle’s superiors. The knights protecting the castle fell for the forgery and surrendered the castle to the security team.
Again, the El Salvador security team tried the crewman’s tactic on the Chateau Gaillard program, but, the king claimed authority over the castle and attempted to kill the same crewman for the letter.
Under the cover of night, the team began walking around the castle, trying to come up with ways to get around the castle’s defenses. At last, the team spotted a latrine chute, big enough for the team to fit, one at a time.
Luckily, the holographic program was not entirely historically accurate when it came to the contents of the latrine chute, making it easier to climb up into the castle’s chapel.
After taking several unsuspicious knights by surprise, the team set the inside of the castle on fire and lowered the drawbridge for their army to attack.
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Jun 11, 2017 0:04:02 GMT
Once the group of malcontents had drank their fill they left O'Tooles ..... Calli had already contacted one of her colleagues on the Starbase and Elena walked in with a large case in one hand. The bar, not being owned or run by the Federation was not obliged to have one hundred percent coverage for surveillance purposes, thus Elena and her case. Within an hour everything was in place. The back room was where all data would be stored for review and evidence should it be required. She had identified one on those around the table as one of the civilian personnel that had boarded the Raven days earlier, so it was simple to find all the information necessary. Ray Newman - Civilian Electrician He had been on the Starbase over a year when the catastrophe struck. He was separated from his wife and saw nothing of his Children: 'Thus his arrival in space no doubt.' Calli and Elena thought. They left the bar arranging to return the following day before the disgruntled group arrived. Elena was going to get herself noticed, and to do this she needed to be very very careful, because should Security become involved everything could be blown. This was by no means an 'official' investigation, at least not yet as it could all prove to be a bunch of workers unhappy with their lot and situation, so they would observe and keep records,but if there was any further mention of weapons and plans to take over one of the vessels available, then Command would need to be brought up to speed instantly. "What do you think ?" Elena said in the back room as she watched the group enter O'Tooles and take their usual booth. She used the computer to scan the faces and give a list of identities: Tera Leon - Civilian Electrician Kevin Glynd - Civilian Carpenter Don Kegan - Civilian Fabricator & Victor Best - Crewman (Shift Supervisor) The last person identified was worrying, this wasn't some malcontent out to cause trouble, he was a serving member of Starfleet ! "I think given we now know at least one of them is Starfleet we need to contact the higher-ups Calli." Elena said. "Possibly ...." Calli replied, reading the Crewman's file: He was young, only twenty, young to be a Supervisor at any rate, "I think it's possible he's just being pulled along with the others, you can see he seem's to hang on to every word Newman says. Which admitted, could be cause for concern, because if he's a little too gullible, then we could have at worse a Scapegoat, worse case, a Martyr." As they listened, both were coming to the same conclusion: That being, this bunch were harmless, they talked a lot !, too much actually, and were clearly not worried about being overheard, or they would be whispering in dark corners, so maybe they 'wanted' people to know they were discontented, maybe they were looking for their combined fifteen minutes of fame, but Calli doubted they would get it, at least not for the reasons they were hoping. "OK, time for me to 'introduce' myself." Elena said, pulling at her tunic so it wasn't exactly pristine. She had already ensured it was covered in it's fare share of grime, oil stains, and the odd drop of blood ... She left the back room and headed into the bar itself. All the Staff had been told not to openly recognise de Luca, or address her by name. She took a half empty glass off the bar without breaking stride and meandered over to the booth. She sat at a table looking directly at the group, lifting her glass as a toast as several looked in her direction. As one of the Waitresses past she pulled on her apron and demanded a refill, deliberately dropping the glass short of the tray the woman was carrying, grinning at the seemingly satisfying sound the shattering glass made. The Waitress was asking her if it was a good idea, but Elena shakily got to her feet and demanded another drink. The young woman walked to the bar, pointing at her then brought a filled glass: "That's your last the Boss says, and he wants you to pay up for what you've had so far or he'' call in Security." she held out a PaDD waiting, finally Elena unsteadily reached forward and put her thumb on the reader before drooping back into her seat, glass in hand. See seemed to notice those on the table looking in her direction and crookedly grinned. "Wouldn't have been treated like this if were were still were we were suppos' ... Supposedly supposed to be I tell ya !" "Yes !, worse than the bloody Klingon's !" she seemingly answered some non-existent patron at the next table. Tera got up and came over to her: "Maybe you should go back to your quarters, you do seem to have had a little too much." "Quarters, yeh, well, that could be a little difficu ... Difficult ... Given these 'IDIOTS' managed to get us thrown half across the 'GALAXY' ..... So going to my quarters could be a little diffi ... Hard, lady." "I'm sure you just need some slee ....." Tera began, but Elena shrugged her off, standing and approaching the booth: "You lot look like the sensible types, has it occurred to any of you that all 'THIS' ...." she said, waving her arms around presumably to encompass the whole situation they had found themselves in, "Was all 'FAKE' !!! .... Maybe this is a ploy by our beloved Federation, who knows. It's possible we haven't even gone anywhere you know. Still in the same place. Have any of you looked out of a convenient window lately, It's all bull shi ....." She was prevented from continuing by two Security Officer's presumably called by the owner of the bar the group at the booth thought, thankful the woman would not be drawing any more uninvited attention to them. The two half escorted, half dragged the vocal woman from the bar and presumably off to the nearest Security Office. Tera turned to the others: "I'll go make sure she's OK." "What the hell for ?" Kegan asked, waving a waitress over and abruptly demanding refills all round. Tera shook her head and left without another word, outside she asked where the woman was being taken. She was informed that one of the Hotels on Delta Promenade - Level one five five eight, had been converted into a Security Headquarters and Holding / Detention Center. She followed them down ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 12, 2017 19:25:43 GMT
By their reckoning, they had travelled almost eight thousand light years now, their velocity still pushing them further and further away from the Sol System so far behind .....
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Carl was in the Command Center when Admiral Tetsutaro asked to see him for a moment. Nodding he walked to the upper level and entered:
"You are aware of the situation involving the group of men Commander Valente was told about ?"
"Yes, they seem to be talking a lot ..." Carl said accepting the offered drink, "I believe Intelligence has been keeping an eye on them. Calli has already returned to the Raven."
"Yes, they appear to be all talk, with little or no substance to back up their protestations. It was thought initially that comments about hidden stashes of weapons we do not know about, and the fact that they are capable of commandeering a Starship to head home has, unfortunately for our group of would-be pirates, has proved fruitless. We will of course keep them under close surveillance for the time being, and have already rearranged their duties so as not to allow them any, shall we say, temptation ..."
"You could always have them polish the outer hull of course." Carl said, only half joking.
"I shall keep the option in mind Sir." the aged Admiral said, his face betraying no expression. Carl hoped he wasn't serious.
"Are there any other Security issues I should know about ?" Carl asked.
"Nothing we cannot cope with. fighting, disgruntlement among work colleagues, the usual." Tetsutaro said, returning his cup to the replicator.
"Have you had any thoughts on recruitment to fill the open positions on our Fleet ?"
"I have yes ... It occurs to me that we should re-task those already serving in Starfleet regardless of their current position or skill-set ... It would be much easier than starting from the beginning with a raw recruit. We are limited obviously as to what we can do in-situ so to speak, having no Academy or qualified Instructors, I believe that a great deal of what they would need to know would have to be taught while aboard their respective vessels." Sato said.
"I have put the subject on the agenda for our next Command meeting." Carl confirmed. They continued talking until the Comm chirped to life:
=^= Admiral Torek to Command .. .. Admiral Torek to Command =^= Carl and Sato left the office and stepped into the Command Center.
"What do you have Commander ?" Carl asked.
"Sir, the USS Maracanda is reporting a large mass on the edge of their sensors."
"The one we picked up on a few days ago ?"
"It would appear to be Admiral. They are unable to gather any conclusive readings at this distance, but their scans lead them to believe the mass could be as deep as one light year."
"What ?" Tetsutaro said in disbelief, "Are their readings correct Commander ?"
"Open a Comm to the Maracanda." Carl ordered, then get the Section Admiral up here. He was aboard the Enzio last time I checked." the large screen came to life:
=^= Captain .. You are beginning to pick up the anomaly on your long-range sensors I believe =^=
=^= Yes Admiral .. But apart from general proportions we cannot offer more information =^=
=^= You believe the mass to be in access of one light year in depth ? =^=
=^= Yes Sir .. .. .. I have sent all our information to you but it appears to be almost six light years wide .. One our present course we will enter the cloud toward the left edge .. But it is massive there also Sir =^=
"We need the Enzio's sensor arrays." Carl said to Sato, who nodded in agreement.
=^= Captain .. Hold your position and run continuous scans on that anomaly .. Pass anything you get back to Command .. Torek out =^=
He closed the Comm ..........
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Post by Gheskori on Jun 14, 2017 3:14:24 GMT
The Enzio's bridge was now returned virtually to its state pre-catastrophe; only a darkened and dormant Mission Ops console with a permanent dark scarring across its surface betrayed signs of recent trouble.
Ghes turned to the man on the upper deck, "Admiral Reynolds, it's a pleasure to have you aboard; take a seat," he gestured to the chair to his left, the one on his right occupied by V'Maz. It wasn't standard for a Prometheus class's bridge to have chairs flanking the CO's, but Ghes had made an exception.
The anomaly had fallen just within range again, this time of the USS Maracanda whose turn it was to take point before the behemoth Starbase; sensors had proven insufficient and the Enzio's own sensor array was to be utilised, the Prometheus class having been preparing to relieve the Maracanda as scheduled anyway. Ghes took the command chair, seeing now the smashed docking bay doors on the viewscreen, "Commander V'Maz, acknowledge Command Centre's instructions. Helm, move us out, quarter impulse power. Tactical, Ops, confirm El Salvador is joining us."
The maw of the docking bay doors grew ahead of them and the Enzio exited silently into the void. "Lieutenant Clark, how are the impulse driver coils holding up?" It'd now been over two months since the 'event', but given the extent of the damage suffered by the Enzio at the time, Ghes felt periodic checks of her systems were needed.
<Tag Clark>
The Enzio - followed by the El Sal - took up position starboard of the recrewed Maracanda and began scans of the phenomenon, while the Maracanda withdrew towards the Starbase on account of its batteries running low - auxiliaries had been in use as the vessel's thalaron-contaminated warp core was still offline.
"Datalinks established to El Salvador and Starbase," Lieutenant Miak reported.
Ghes peered at the screen; a patchwork of shadowy holes in the infinite void showed forth, "Acknowledged. Give them an audio channel, too. Report on the phenomenon, what are we seeing?"
"Well, sir, the thing is full to overflowing with WIMPs."
Ghes tilted his head quizzically, expression caught halfway between amusement and vexation, "I beg your pardon, Lieutenant."
"WIMPs. A term used by early scientists in the fields of cosmology and quantum mechanics to designate, amongst other things, a class of supersymmetric partners to particles that interact via the electroweak force."
Something stirred in Ghes's memory, neglected scientific knowledge which he'd unfortunately had to cast aside, at least temporarily, since he'd taken up the role of commander of a starship, "Supersymmetric particles in normal space... dark matter?"
The officer signalled affirmative and Miak, Clark and the Operations officer worked their panels, ascertaining the dimensions of the phenomenon before them, while Ghes sunk from moderate happiness and contentment back towards despair as he realised Starbase 47 and its ships were about to meet with further potential catastrophe. "Admiral Reynolds, your advice, have you had experience with any phenomenon such as this?" he asked.
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Ops reported, "The dark matter cloud is roughly 6 lightyears across, 9.5 lightyears in depth and 1 lightyear in width, sir. Hazard to starships and Starbase: minimal if we're able to pass all the way through it, but the cloud will apply a force against us; we'll slowly decelerate, and if we're brought to a halt before we can exit it..." the officer paused, "Then that minimal hazard will be death by a thousand cuts."
"Let's measure the potential for its effecting deceleration. Send a probe," V'Maz suggested.
Ghes nodded. A probe or probes would allow them to calculate the velocity required for the Starbase to pass all the way through, as well as giving them an estimate of what kind of stresses the duranium/tritanium hulls of the base and its attendant craft would have to endure.
"We'll send eight probes, four each between us and the El Salvador." The more data they could collect the better, Ghes reasoned. Verifying with Miak that the datalink and comm channel to El Salvador and Starbase were still open, Ghes spoke, "Starbase, El Salvador, confirm you're receiving data? El Salvador, prep four probes for scientific investigation of the nebula. Suggestions, please, everybody... We have 31 minutes..." Ghes received a nod from a crewman, "And 20 seconds before we reach the cloud."
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 14, 2017 23:00:18 GMT
It had been more than ten years ago, as a young Lieutenant aboard the USS Jefferson, Matthew Reynolds had reported the appearance of a mysterious cloud that had appeared near Section 47 space. It had been something that Matthew had never actually seen or read before in his previous studies. Most remarkable was the fact that within the cloud was a planet, stuck, unable to bring itself out of the hellish situation the populace found itself in. This was the place that Matt had found Caleb, his son. That cloud now known as Loskene's Cloud, named after the then current captain of the USS Jefferson.
"Admiral Reynolds, your advice, have you had experience with any phenomenon such as this?" he asked.
"Actually yes Admiral, when I was a young Lieutenant, we came across a cloud that emerged out of subspace, not anywhere as big as what lays before us," Matthew reported," at that time Loskene, my commanding officer, forbade the Jefferson to enter into the cloud for fear of to much shearing force from the cosmic cloud itself. We were able to prepare a special type of shielding for our shuttle, but if failed mid way through. We can try to do something along those lines, but our current situation makes that much more difficult."
"The dark matter cloud is roughly 6 lightyears across, 9.5 lightyears in depth and 1 lightyear in width, sir. Hazard to starships and Starbase: minimal if we're able to pass all the way through it, but the cloud will apply a force against us; we'll slowly decelerate, and if we're brought to a halt before we can exit it..." the officer paused, "Then that minimal hazard will be death by a thousand cuts."
"Let's measure the potential for its effecting deceleration. Send a probe," V'Maz suggested.
"Admiral if permissible, I'd like to reinforce these probes with some of the shielding we used on the Jefferson, I'd be able to access most of the information from the central computer," Matt asked hoping and knowing that they would need to get to work expediently to make sure they did not face another terrible crisis.
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Post by Savot on Jun 15, 2017 23:32:59 GMT
[El Salvador: Captain's Ready Room, 1 day after clearing the field]
"It has become clear to everyone, I believe, that the Section 47 Fleet is amidst an ongoing crisis situation", Captain Savot stood behind his desk with his arms clasped at his back. Commander Irae was present at his request, as was his MU counterpart's daughter Karysta. The girl was not Vulcan trained, as the murder of her Romulan mother by her Vulcan father had caused her to grow up with a hatred of Vulcans as she believed their emotional training was what had led her father to be cold enough to murder her mother. She had encountered some of Captain Savot's mental discipline; however, during her attempt to kill him via mind-meld months earlier... and that combined with the seriousness of what had recently happened to everyone aided her in maintaining a calm countenance as she sat in the chair opposite Savot's desk.
"You posed as a Starfleet Academy Cadet impostor in order to infiltrate the El Salvador to reach me", Savot continued, "That premise was a falsehood, yet the abilities you have demonstrated on the bridge are genuine. Your assistance at the Operations station is appreciated, Miss Karysta. However, while the time may come when our situation drives the Command Council to authorize civilians holding Bridge Officer positions, thus far it has not and as such I cannot authorize you to continue serving on the Bridge or any other limited-access area aboard the ship."
Karysta blinked and looked down to the floor for a moment, considering her unlikely friend in the Tellarite named Zhegras, and the few people she'd also come to recognize around the ship who were now gone... She then squinted her eyes slightly as she looked at the Starfleet officer who saw identically resembled her murderous father from her universe. Since their meld, Karysta had intellectually recognized the fact that this Savot was not the one who killed her mother, but seeing him still made her uneasy to say the absolute least. Which was precisely why Savot knew the forthcoming request had to originate from the girl rather than himself. She looked over to Commander Irae for a moment as though cleansing the palette of her vision before turning to face the captain once more, "While I appreciate that my initial actions rightfully engender a lack of trust from you..." Karysta shook her head as though trying to loosen something stuck inside, her expression souring as she realized she was channeling the captain's manner of speech as an after-effect of their violent meld encounter, and then she spoke again, "I know I lied about being a cadet before as a means to an end. But I understand a captain is empowered to appoint someone as an acting-Ensign in the field. I would offer my abilities to the ship in the capacity of an acting-Cadet if you would be agreeable to that. Trained personnel are in short supply and if I can help I should help."
Savot cast his eyes to the floor momentarily in thought, much as the girl had done, before tilting his head slightly and dipping it in a partial bow, "Very well, Miss Karysta. You are hereby appointed an Acting-Cadet of Starfleet, U.S.S. El Salvador, Operations division though your cadet training will involve instruction in every field. Commander Irae if you'd be so kind as to properly instruct the Cadet in proper protocol already known by her classmates to get her caught up?"
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"A proper uniform shall be provided for you via replicator now that our systems are nearing full restoration and we can re-distribute power back amongst our non-critical systems, dismissed Cadet Karysta", Savot gave her a very slight bow at the waist instead of the Vulcan salute he would normally have utilized to honor the situation, feeling that particular gesture might not be fully appreciated by the young girl. He paused a few moments to share some words with Deis, before himself returning to the bridge to confer with Engineering over comms and peruse a damage control readout of the entire ship displayed on the Master Analysis screens at the rear-center of the bridge, deciding with Commander Delbridge where to send which repair teams and then where best he himself could join the repair efforts while Lieutenant Tamarov dutifully held the bridge now that things had quieted for the moment...
******************************************************************************************************************************************************* [El Salvador: Present Time, Main Bridge]
Savot sat in the center seat as the El Salvador dutifully fell into place to starboard of the U.S.S. Enzio, Section Admiral Gheskori commanding, and the vulcan experienced satisfaction at seeing another of their ships again able to face the unknowns of space. An open comm channel was kept in place as the vessels approached the phenomenon now categorized as a dark-matter nebula. Savot listened intently as Admiral Reynolds detailed his experience with similar phenomena and the prospect of shielding to resist the shearing force of the dark matter, as well as instructions to prepare a quartet of probes to analyze the region. He ordered Tactical to prepare the probes as Admiral Gheskori had instructed and utilizing the shielding modifications provided by Admiral Reynolds, =^=El Salvador stands ready to launch probes, Admirals. Recommend we interlink the readings between all probes, setting the El Salvador's probes to log and filter any readings that correspond to anticipated dark-matter readings, thereby freeing the sensors within the Enzio's probes to focus their entire processing capacity on any previously unrecorded or anomalous data, while the interlink will still allow the Enzio probes to access the filtered data from the El Salvador's so nothing mundane but potentially useful is overlooked.=^=
=^=At present, my only potential suggestions for our fleet to pierce successfully through the entirety of the dark-matter mass are as follows: We apply Admiral Reynolds' shield specifications to Starbase 47's shields, with every vessel docked within the Starbase channeling all our available power to the station's shields so as to extend the time prior to failure. Alternatively, though at considerable risk, we could attempt to create a Quantum-Slipstream envelope... not to increase our speed, but merely to adjust ourselves out of phase with normal space throughout the extent of the dark-matter region thereby rendering ourselves outside the physical impact of its shearing forces. We can refine either theory or eliminate both potentials as our probes provide more concrete readings of what we're facing=^=, Savot concluded, looking toward the viewscreen past the forms of both Commander Irae at the helm and the uniformed Cadet Karysta seated at Ops.
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Post by Gheskori on Jun 16, 2017 20:40:31 GMT
"Admiral if permissible, I'd like to reinforce these probes with some of the shielding we used on the Jefferson, I'd be able to access most of the information from the central computer,"
Ghes nodded, "Proceed," and Reynolds stood and stepped out of the command area to the tactical console, sharing the console with Miak who stepped out of the way deferentially.
As the modifications were completed and the probes underwent final prep for launch, Commodore Savot reported on the readiness of his probes, giving an indication of what he saw as the best division of resources between the eight probes of the El Salvador and Enzio: El Salvador logging and categorising known signs of dark matter, Enzio probing for unexpected phenomena. Ghes approved, and the probes were away into the nebulous mass before them, visible only because its darkness was absence of light to a greater degree than the vacuum (and its endless stars) itself.
"Receiving probe telemetry, Admiral," Ops confirmed, "Will report as soon as I have concrete data."
Gheskori then listened intently to Savot's proposal as regarded how the Starbase was to face the dark matter cloud, how it was going to take the journey through - which was unavoidable - and what the disposition of the various starships should be during that transit.
As Savot finished outlining his two options, referencing the contingency of both plans as regarded not yet knowing what the probes were to learn about the cloud, Ghes leant forward in his chair, arm propped on the right panel, and glared at the viewscreen before looking at XO V'Maz, Admiral Reynolds and Lieutenant Clark, who doubtlessly had expertise with this kind of phenomenon.
"I'd be inclined towards option one. Suggestions?" As they considered he spoke to Savot, =/\=Commodore, on option two, do you envisage that in taking the Starbase out of normal space into slipstream, thus avoiding the shearing forces, the Starbase would still be slowed by the nebula? My only concern is that while we don't want to risk becoming trapped in there due to its application of a force against us, we also don't want to continue on indefinitely... The Starbase has to be slowed; could this be our ticket to doing so without having to make dangerous use of Starbase thrusters?=/\=
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The probes seemed to be holding up well with the augmented shields; so much so it appeared that - on this occasion, if not with the Jefferson's original mission - the probes could hold up indefinitely. If the same was done with the Starbase, then even if they became stuck in the cloud, they would be protected, and the base could, Ghes trusted, be got going again to break through the rest of it. "Admiral Reynolds, do you believe your shield modifications could be applied to something as large as the Starbase? If the answer is yes, we will choose the first of Commodore Savot's options: our starships and all other small vessels, worker bees and the like, will be taken inside the Starbase, the base's shields will be modified, and we'll all coast through the nebula inside SB47."
<Tag Reynolds> <Tag Starbase> - OOC: feel free to also continue back-posting in the interval day 15-day 72 if you wish, while we complete the nebula navigation
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 17, 2017 8:29:07 GMT
EVENT DAY SEVENTY TWO - Six hours to cloud penetration :: On board the Raven, now taking her turn inside the dome of the space station, Carl was listening intently to the conversation ... His opinion tallied with Commodore Savot's first suggestion, that they bring all vessels inside and reinforce shielding to the entire base, rather than the more risky option. Admittedly he hadn't come up with anything constructive so was ceding to the options available. "Admiral, I think we should be out there adding our scans to information being received." Lysia T'Seng said from Tactical. "Oh ?" Carl said, eyebrows raised. "Yes Sir .... I think if we drop below the El Salvador, Enzio, and the Maracanda we could concentrate our scans on the region we're going to be passing through." ".... and you believe the other ships will not be doing that I assume ?" "They will, Sir." Lysia conceded. "I know your eager to get out there Commander, we all are, but someone has to stay in reserve, so to speak. Let's keep monitoring the readings the Starbase is receiving and see if we can't offer our own opinion to the mix ... OK ?" he said, sympathetically, knowing they should be out there but Gheskori had assigned tasks and as the Raven had only just returned she needed turn round time. He stood, roaming around the Bridge like a prisoner, eye's landing on panel after panel, taking in every reading and statistic the computer was providing. Harry Wedlerson too was looking at every byte of information and was attempting to work out how much the Starbase would be slowed if they entered with maximum shielding in place. He turned his seat to face Torek, who was now at the back of the Bridge: "I don't have precise readings as yet Admiral, but it looks like if we go with the first option and use everything we have on forward shields throughout the length of the Starbase, and allowing for no major failures in shield emitters, we could be looking at scrubbing a substantial amount of our speed." "How much ?" Carl asked, making his way to the Science Station the Operations Chief was currently occupying. "Well, we would need more readings, especially the depth of the dark matter cloud where we are going to be passing through, but preliminary calculations show we could be loosing over ninety percent of or forward motion. There's a bonus too ... " he said, pointing to several readings, "As you can see here, we are currently almost one point four million kilometers below Zee, the cloud is aligned at an angle of approximately twenty one degrees, rising from our entry point, so as we slow we should begin to climb back towards the Galactic Plain, might even end up close." "Ninety percent ?" Carl asked. "At least Sir. I also believe that with some 'creative' shield modulation we might be able to determine that final velocity. If we're slowing too fast we could configure the shields in an arrow head, which should lower the rate we slow, likewise as we reach the far side we could put everything into hitting the cloud head on, so to speak, which will increase our speed quicker ... This is all speculation Admiral, I've only run preliminary tests on the computer thus far, but the results look promising." "Enough to allow us to begin bringing the Starbase to a complete stop ?" "Yes Sir ... it would take time, but if we decrease to say half impulse, it shouldn't be difficult to decide where we want to come to rest." Wedlerson confirmed. Carl sat in his seat and spoke to the Starbase, the Enzio, and the El Salvador: =^= Gentlemen .. Did you hear our discussion ? =^= each one confirmed they had been listening with interest to the somewhat unique proposal.
=^= Good .. I am sending everything Commander Wedlerson has so far .. Please look it over and see what you come up with =^= He got up and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder for a second before continuing his circumnavigation of the Bridge ..........
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Allan Hood
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Post by Allan Hood on Jun 19, 2017 22:59:03 GMT
“He ordered Tactical to prepare the probes as Admiral Gheskori had instructed and utilizing the shielding modifications provided by Admiral Reynolds.”
The probes were transported to Engineering by anti-grav sleds. The younger security crewmen were worried that the weight of the probes were going to overwhelm the sled, placing bets, in jest, on the graviton inverter circuits, transfer coils, and/or the flow capacitors blowing out. The senior security officers and engineering officers only exchanged glances and smirks at each other, listening to their less experienced security counterparts.
Hood received instructions for the shielding used on the USS Jefferson from Admiral Reynolds’ detailed experience with a similar phenomenon. Engineering officers clamored over the probes, making sure to install the hardware required to program the shielding to repel the dark matter’s astronomical forces.
Walking room around the probes were limited, after offloading them from the anti-gravs, but there was still some room to maneuver. The engineers and scientists seemed more comfortable with limited space than the couple of tactical officers helping out. Security offered tools and helping hands, letting the engineers and scientists take the lead in the modifications. Hood listened to their discussions.
"Didn't Archer light up a dark matter nebula by using spatial charges to spread metreon particles throughout it?"
"I heard that dark matter nebulae created 'gaps' in space. Didn't some ships phase out of normal space in a dark matter nebula?"
Hood remembered some of topics of conversation from the Academy. He briefly attempted to put their minds at ease, but the moment he walked away, his colleagues started again.
"Don't non-corporeal races exist in dark matter nebulae that take over people's bodies and steal their neural energy?"
"What if there are other planets or civilizations inside the nebula?"
"Didn't we learn that there were dark matter lifeforms that eat starships and antimatter?"
Science officers worked elbow to elbow with the engineers, programing the probes to analyze the dark matter and the surrounding region of unknown space, along with logging and categorizing known signs of dark matter.
Tactical and Engineering slowly removed the active warheads from the quantum torpedo casings to make room for the extended sensor equipment and augmented shields.
Though cramped, Hood heard of dignitaries travelling in modified casings after all sensor systems were removed and a life-support system added. Those were powered by a matter/antimatter warp field sustainer engine which could propel them at warp 9 for 6.5 hours, but it didn’t look like that was in the specs.
Hood remembered that the Enterprise crew discovered a living probe, V'Ger, which was originally a NASA probe, Voyager 6. It was hard to imagine one of these probes being sent across time and space to find an advanced civilization of living machines from across the universe. But, they were in unknown space…
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OOC: I'd like to introduce a Nausicaan, Jem'Hadar, a Romulan/Klingon hybrid, a liberated Borg, and a Ferengi officer into my security team so I have more people to interact with. There aren't many active writers on our ship. Technically, the Ferengi officer, Otos E’kim was introduced already a couple of years ago, but I'd like to make him a LT JG now. What do I have to do?
On a separate note, is the cloud behind the UFP symbol an allusion to dark matter lit by metreon particles? Or has that cloud always been there?
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 21, 2017 23:10:03 GMT
Ten Year Ago, USS Jefferson, Loskene's Cloud
"Matt, are you sure, if your calculations are wrong, people will die," Ambassador T'Val said unsure of the young man's capabilities. Matt was not happy that this complete stranger was bearing down on his neck while trying to make sure that everyone going on the away mission would be safe. It was so much easier when his work was verified by his Academy instructors, but then again he was no longer on the USS Hanson. Matt knew that his calculations would work, but he needed to double and triple check. The lives of ten away members would depend on it and who knew if the initial away team was even alive.
"It's going to work Ambassador! Stop breathing down my neck, you're making an already difficult task harder!" Matt yelled as he continued to work on the modifications.
Present Day
The probes had been modified and were doing what was expected of them. The fact that almost the entirety of the nebula was new to them, meant that deciphering the information would take some time, but time was not on their side. As the readings came in, Matt was factoring in the opinions and findings of the officers aboard the other vessels. Admiral Savot's suggestion to create a quantum slip drive was ingenious but in Matt's mind more dangerous, something that the fleet could not afford.
"Admiral Reynolds, do you believe your shield modifications could be applied to something as large as the Starbase? If the answer is yes, we will choose the first of Commodore Savot's options: our starships and all other small vessels, worker bees and the like, will be taken inside the Starbase, the base's shields will be modified, and we'll all coast through the nebula inside SB47."
"It's possible, but I'd recommend moving all non essential personal to the most shielded areas of the starbase, including personal on our ships," Matt responded," with the other ships helping maintain an interrupted power supply it should be easy going if we get the calculations correct."
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Fifteen Days Ago, Starbase 47, Admiral Reynold's Quarters
Matthew Reynolds was exhausted. Plain and simple. The last time he remembered this exhausted by the day in and day out was his year long mission aboard the USS Seraph. His entire body ached, but it was his mind that troubled him the most. The fleet had lost thousands of lives and it was very possible that they could all be lost in a moments notice. The idea had been plaguing Matt for weeks, but there was nothing he or the other commanders could really do about it. They would be making decisions that were the best for them all, but in this region of space, they knew not what to expect and the unknown was scary as hell.
"Everyone trust what y'all are doing," Kristen said as she sat down next to her husband," if people didn't believe in y'all, trust me I'd be the first to tell you."
"You'd never had a problem telling me what you think," Matt said as a statement knowing that this questions would goad his wife.
"A few months ago, I'd play this little game, but I've grown to appreciate the fact that I'm truly the boss and you have already learned your place," Kristen said before she started laughing hysterically.
"I'm happy that I'm so predictable Lieutenant Commander," Matthew said cheekily.
"Pulling rank are we now," Kristen said," I know you don't want to sleep on the couch or in Caleb's quarters."
"Okay, you win," Matt said laughing and going about his business of trying to forget about the problems they were currently going through.
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Simon Clark
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Post by Simon Clark on Jun 22, 2017 18:33:59 GMT
Main Bridge, USS Enzio, In Dock, Starbase 47. Day 12.
When Admiral Gheskori came back about the Enzio, after nearly two weeks away from his ship, Simon held bridge duty, serving the Engineering Alpha shift under Commander V'Maz. Simon had arranged rotating shifts for himself on a temporary basis, one shift on the bridge, followed by a second shift working, and familiarising himself, with one or more of his engineering teams throughout the ship. A two shift break, in which he often found himself spending some of the time catching up on the various reports that were being submitted to him, a long sleep, and he was back on the bridge with a different team, ready for the next part of what had become his normal thirty-two hour day. He had intended this arrangement for only a short time, but had found that he liked seeing all of his teams at work, and getting to know all of the technicians who worked under the junior officers. Over the last week, he had had several heated discussions with Lieutenant Max Kempton, and so far they had agreed to disagree on several points around the engineering repair schedule. They still held a non-amicable relationship that Simon felt was toxic to their ability to work together effectively as a team. He would have to sort it out later, when he had time. There were so many issues pressing for his attention that there were many important things that were being missed.
"Admiral on the Bridge," Ensign Allison Rivers announced. Simon stood to attention facing the bridge centre, as their Denobulan captain surveyed his bridge. While Simon was pleased with the repair work that had taken place and the Admiral's grin faltered only slightly as his eyes passed over the damage that the repair teams had not yet gotten to, he would like to have had the bridge sparkling for the Admiral's arrival. However, he could not deny the priority of the other repairs that had taken precedence.
The Admiral made his way around the bridge, clasping hands with each of the bridge crew.
"Commander Yarwood, Commander V'Maz..." he nodded as he moved about "And my personal thanks to you Lieutenant Clark. I and many others in command have been greatly appreciative of your ingenuity during this crisis."
The Admiral shook his hand firmly, and Simon could not help but return the Denobulan's enthusiasm. Having him aboard was already boosting morale. His teams had worked harder anticipating the admiral's return, and Simon felt like the Enzio was more complete with it's commanding officer back in the centre seat. Simon returned to his work.
+++ Simon Clark's Quarters, Deck Three, USS Enzio, In Dock, Starbase 47. Day 22.
=/\= Mwv'mci to the chief engineer! =/\= Simon jerked awake, and struggled from his bunk, tangling his feet in the blankets in the process. Confused as to what had awoken him only for a moment, he reached for his commbadge on the shelf above the chair. He missed, and knocked it down onto the floor somewhere. A second call come through the badge, though the speaker was facing down, and he could not make out the words.
"Computer, half lights." he instructed. He picked up the badge and tapped it.
"Repeat, please?" he said, aware of the bleariness in his tone.
=/\= The Adm- ... ... Lieutenant Clark, apologies for the actions of my wife. Please feel free to return to your duties.... Er... while I have you on the line. I know it's busy there in engineering, but how are the warp cores fairing? Are we now registering consistently stable flow from the matter-antimatter injectors? =/\=
Simon blinked, and wondered why he was being called in the middle of his sleep shift.
"Sir. There is a standard report attached to the dashboard I set up for you in your shared files, which will present the current status of each of the warp cores and any outstanding faults, and any planned maintenance or repair scheduled. If you call for Engineering Display Alpha One onto any console, and expand the warp core subsection, it should give you the information you required. The computer will recognise you and permit full information access, Sir. "
He had put a lot of time into creating that summary report. It frustrated him that others would instead call him in the middle of his sleep shift for information they had at their fingertips. He pulled the report to his own display.
"I'm off shift at present, I believe Lieutenant Kempton has the engineering station on the bridge and will be able to provide you with detailed information if you require it." He should let the admiral read the report. He should not encourage the senior officers to call him instead to read it for them. He read it anyway, he liked to help. "Antimatter flow is stable to both halves of the main core, Sir. There is some further work to do to optimise performance under stress load conditions, those tests have been scheduled for a few weeks time, along with the bi-annual flow sensor calibration. Will that be all, Sir?" He failed to keep the irritation from his tone, and mentally slapped himself for it.
+++ Main Bridge, Deck One, USS Enzio, Undocked, Docking Dome, Starbase 47. Day 72.
"Helm, move us out, quarter impulse power," Admiral Gheskori took the command chair as the smashed docking bay doors grew ahead of them, and the Enzio exited silently into the void. "Lieutenant Clark, how are the impulse driver coils holding up?"
Simon checked his impulse display. "Ion flow is steady, Sir. There's a point-zero-one percent fluctuation in the output on the port-dorsal. It's well within tolerance. I've someone standing by in each impulse control room to observe. If it amplifies as we increase our throttle, we will compensate with the other engines until we can make a full assessment. I will advise if a throttle limit is recommended as the data is processed."
Simon paused and considered whether his next question was a good one to air on the bridge. He felt it was worth the time.
"Admiral, did you have time to review the engine test proposal I forwarded to your console yesterday morning?"
"My apologies, Lieutenant, I didn't see it."
"If it fits in the schedule, I'd like to conduct preliminary impulse engine tests within the vicinity of Starbase 47. It should take about five minutes, a steady ramp up to full power, two sweeping turns and a series of high-power turns to bring us alongside the starbase. I want to establish any immediate faults in our engine configuration under moderate load conditions."
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+++ Later, USS Enzio Main Bridge...
=/\= ...Suggestions for our fleet to pierce successfully through the entirety of the dark-matter mass are as follows: We apply Admiral Reynolds' shield specifications to Starbase 47's shields, with every vessel docked within the Starbase... Alternatively, though at considerable risk, we could attempt to create a Quantum-Slipstream envelope... to adjust ourselves out of phase with normal space throughout the extent of the dark-matter region... =/\=
Admiral Gheskori leaned forward in his chair, arm propped on the right panel, and glared at the view screen before looking at XO V'Maz, Admiral Reynolds and Lieutenant Clark, who doubtlessly had expertise with this kind of phenomenon.
"I'd be inclined towards option one. Suggestions?"
While Gheskori discussed further details over the subspace channel on the main screen, Simon activated the intercom to the other bridge stations.
"Does anyone have experience of Slipstream?" he asked.
"Sssomeone does," replied M'Rell, the Petty Officer currently on duty the Science Station, "Ssshe has a chapter in her PhD thesis, on this sssubject.
M'Rell rarely spoke up on the bridge or indeed anywhere else, Simon was impressed. He had proof-read one of her PhD chapters on Rare Warp Phenomenon after they had returned from the edge of the galaxy using a warp highway. He knew enough not to push the often nervous Caition to speak, and hoped that noone else would either.
"Ssslipstream requires benamite crystals within a quantum matrix chamber to create a phase field around the starship. Ssstarfleet has been researching its use as a trans-warp technology since USS Voyager returned in 2378, with some of this work taking place on Ssstarbase forty-seven. While scientists have not been able to stabilise the phase variance over an extended period in a larger vessel carrying it's own slipstream drive, they have been successful in sssending small ships over short distances using a ssstationary slipstream matrix. The Ssstarbase has an experimental quantum matrix, which might create a phase field around the whole, but it wasn't designed for something ssso big."
"Sounds high risk, Clark." Lieutenant Miak said into the tactical console, the hint of his Earth-Bulgarian accent on his words "I go with shields, it working all right for probes."
Simon waited for the Admirals to finish their current thread of conversation.
"Admiral Gheskori," he said, "Petty Officer M'Rell has some knowledge of slipstream technology. We have discussed it, and believe the Jefferson shield augmentation would hold higher likelihood of success, Sir."
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 23, 2017 23:09:31 GMT
EVENT DAY SEVENTY TWO - Three hours to cloud penetration :: The Raven was now secure inside the dome, docked off to one side to allow room for the three Starships making their way back, the Maracanda would enter first, followed closely by the El Salvador then at the last minute, the USS Enzio, which would continue to scan the dark matter cloud until the last possible moment before taking her position and adding her power to that of the other ships to aid the Starbase. Carl had gone up to Command earlier, leaving commander Blakus in charge of the Raven ..... "How far are we with preparations Commander ?" he asked the Senior Officer on duty. "Just waiting for the other ships to dock Admiral, umbilicus have been prepared and worker bees are standing by to secure them to each of the Stardrive Sections." "Very well." "Anything I can do to assist ?" Tetsutaro said, knowing he had already done everything within his power over the last few hours. "Where do we stand with the evacuation to the inner Sections of the 'Base ?" Carl asked. "The Forward-most Sections have all been cleared of both Civilian and Federation Personnel. I have instructed Security to double-check and seal off each Section in turn using the mechanical bulkhead doors, that way, if we do have a breach it will be contained to one sixteenth of the Level only. I have also ordered all power to said Sections be reduced to minimal once they have been cleared. I would have liked to have purged them of oxygen to lessen any explosive decompression, but that would be impractical I'm afraid, so we shall just have to cross our proverbial fingers." "Commander, is Admiral Gheskori still aboard the Enzio ?" "Yes Sir." the woman confirmed. "OK, let's see a schematic of the Starbase showing all cleared Levels please." Torek requested, somewhat surprised at how much had been achieved in such a short time-span: Almost two thirds of the four kilometer tall Starbase was now highlighted in blue, denoting it was clear of all personnel, civilian or otherwise. Several important Levels still needed to turn blue but they were doing so as he watched, "Do we envisage any hull breaches ?" "Impossible to determine, we've never encountered anything like this before and only scanned the phenomenon from distance and probes. So taking something this size directly inside, well, you're guess, Admiral." One Officer said. "Great ...." Carl said under his breath as he stood in the middle of the Command Center waiting impatiently for the others, and their fate with the dark matter cloud ..........
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 24, 2017 4:30:26 GMT
Day Seventy Two - Two hours to cloud penetration
Command had placed their trust on Matthew Reynold's shield modifications. Matt had trusted his work ten years ago and he trusted it now, yet the stakes were much higher this time. The possible fate of the entire starbase and four starships were at his feet and this fact weighed heavily on Matt's mind. He had been running simulation after simulation, but he knew from experience that nothing could adequately foretell what was to come when it came to space anomalies. It did give Matt some sense of peace that the best of the best in Section 47 had evaluated his work and had given their support. There were a few that wished we had more time, but time was a resource they no longer had. As Matt waited for his latest simulation to finish, he allowed himself a small respite and contacted his son.
"How does the evacuation go?" Matt asked betting his son would try to alleviate his father of any extra worry.
"All civilians are in place and we are ready for entrance into the cloud before us," Caleb responded quickly and with full confidence.
"Caleb, if I checked with command what would they tell me?" Matt asked with a knowing smile.
"That we're almost there," Caleb responded with a sigh.
"Hey, none of that, we have done great things in the seventy days we have been here. To do what we have just in the few hours is pretty much unheard of," Matt said," plus if your old man is wrong, we'll know in a few hours anyways."
"Dad, you've done the best, the rest is up to fate really, we don't know what this thing actually is," Caleb said quickly," plus you hate to be wrong."
"That I do, kiddo....get back to work," Matt said almost at a whisper," Caleb?"
"Yeah dad?" Caleb asked.
"Kiddo...... I love you," Matt said.
"What's not to love, I've set the standard in the Reynolds family," Caleb said with a huge laugh, but went silent almost immediately," hey dad, I love you too. When this crisis is over, I'll let you cook for me and mom."
"I look forward to that, Reynolds out," Matt said as his simulation finished, almost like it was waiting for Matt to finish his conversation with Caleb. As he went over the initial results, Matt was pleased yet still worried. He knew that nothing could truly alleviate the worry until the event actually happened. His latest modification would be in place within the hour, Matt knew there was really nothing anyone else could do. It was in the god's hands now.
"Computer send the following message to every Command Officer within the fleet" Matt said.
"Final modifications implemented. Will implement shielding 250,000 km before entering cloud. I'd recommend keeping one vessel on standby to transfer power to the modified shields."
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Jun 24, 2017 23:10:04 GMT
Twelve hours earlier, Calli had been asked to go over to the Starbase and begin moving people to safer area's of the massive structure ... "I want all those sections cleared before the hour is up, is that understood ?" Calli asked the four Security Officers stood before her. "But Ma'am, there's no way we ca ...." "Call me Ma'am once more, Lieutenant, and moving several hundred stubborn people will be the least of your worries. Do we understand each other ?" "Yes, Commander." the man replied, trying not to look at his colleagues, "But our problem still stands. Most of those ordered out of the two effected sections simply refuse to move." "Then take out your phaser, stun one of them into submission, then have his or her friends drag them into one of the designated safe area's." she said, rapidly loosing patience. ~~~~~The next ten hours went relatively smoothly, temporary beds had been set out in every unoccupied space in the four sections deemed safe from the onrushing dark matter cloud, but they were still short of floor-space. She had commandeered every room, suite, shop, storage room, even bathrooms to ensure those relocated would have the best possible chance of survival. This could all be moot because they knew nothing of what possible effects the dark matter cloud could have on the Starbase, and those residing within, it could be as little as nothing happening, to static running through a persons hair, to something much more serious, but as long as the shields held, they should be safe. She was on Level one five five one, Alpha Promenade, not far from O'Tooles, when her comm chirped to life. Even before she touched the badge she feared the worse, she wasn't disappointed: =^= Lieutenant Bale to Commander Valente =^= =^= Go ahead Lieutenant =^= =^= We've got trouble Commander .. We're on Level one two two eight .. A group of people are point blank refusing to move .. They say they have valuable 'property' that cannot be moved and don't trust it to be left unattended =^= =^= Tell them their property will be safe as the sections are all going to be sealed off once clear .. No-one will be getting in there and we will guarantee that they have access before anyone else =^= Calli said, her patience thinning. =^= Tried that Commander .. They are spooked .. From what I saw they were doing everything to hide what they had let alone secure it =^= =^= Get in there and clear the section Lieutenant .. I don't care if you have to stun the whole lot of them .. .. Understood =^= there was a long pause before Bale replied: =^= All due respect .. .. Sir .. But there are more than two dozen of them .. They say their ship is docked and if we allow them access to a transporter they will transfer their goods and be on their way =^= =^= Stand by Lieutenant =^= she said, closing the Comm deep in thought ... She could go in there and speak to them, but given their unnatural reluctance in the circumstances, she felt it would do no good to try, so she needed options, and quickly. She tapped her Comm badge and requested additional Security, only to be told none were available, she thought for a moment ... Contacting the Raven was no use, most of her Security had lost their lives in the first hours of the disaster, the only Starship that had escaped relatively unscathed, was the El Salvador, she too had lost personnel, but not in the numbers the other surviving vessels had. she pondered for a few moments, wondering if she could request assistance from their Security Chief and some of his team. "Nothing to loose." she said tapping her Comm badge yet again: "Commander Valente to El Salvador =^= She explained the situation to Commodore Savot, asking if he would allow his Chief of Security, Lieutenant Hood, to assist her with clearing the reluctant personnel. She also wanted to investigate what they were so keen to protect." < Tag : Savot / Lt Hood >Her Comm badge chirped to life yet again, she slapped it expecting to hear Lieutenant Bale: =^= Commander Valente .. This is the Command Center .. Message from Admiral Tetsutaro .. Time to cloud penetration one hundred twenty minutes .. All sections to be cleared by deadline ninety minutes .. Force is to be used if necessary as all unoccupied sections will be opened to space to minimise decompression fractures .. Announcements to that effect will commence in thirty minutes time .. you are required to comply with standing orders regarding evacuation of personnel by that time or vacate effected sections prior to decompression .. Command Center .. Out =^= "What the hell !" she said out loud, "We're not opening sections to space, that would be ridiculous. So what are they on abo ...." then it dawned on her .......... < Tag : All >
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Post by CSS on Jun 25, 2017 0:14:30 GMT
~ BASIC STATUS UPDATE ~ ~ STARBASE 47 ~Time Since Disaster: | - | 72 Days | Distance Travelled from Sol System: | - | 15,348 Light years | Current Velocity: | - | 0.174c | Operational Status: (%) | - | 78.2% | Location: | - | Constellation Omega Centauri | Approximate Distance at Complete Stop: | - | 15.8 ± 1.1 kly / 0.34 kpc
15,806.82 Light Years: TBC following passage through Dark Matter Cloud | Approximate Return Time to Sol System: | - | 20 years, Two Months |
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12 Cores 08 Operational 04 Undergoing repair
Starships:
All vessels have operational Warp Cores
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Other options will require exploration with urgency | -------------------------------------------------- | --- | -------------------------------------------------------- | Casualties: | | 187,648 Men, Women, and Children This figure is expected to rise ! |
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jun 26, 2017 18:58:20 GMT
Caleb Reynolds, Less than an Hour before entrance into Cloud...
There was nothing else that Caleb Reynolds could do. He had been ordered to a safety zone alongside all other personal. There was no point in arguing the point as all were expected to follow this order or be dragged off to safety. If they were back home, Caleb might have decided to be dragged off, just to say that he had done it once in his life, but today was not the day to joke around and not follow orders. Caleb did feel a sense of encouragement knowing that his father had a hand in the preparation of the fleet. The cloud that was before them was something none of them had experienced, but they weren't just going to let fate happen to them without fighting back.
"Son, please move over to the other side of the holding area, maybe you could help some of the other children be less afraid," an older gentlemen said mistaking Caleb for a child like the hundreds around them. At first Caleb had in mind to correct the older man, but knew that he was just trying to help and Caleb obliged. As he approached a group of about ten children, he could see the terrorized looks in their eyes because it had been the same look he had carried with him most of his childhood.
"Hey guys, why don't we play some sort of game to get our minds off of whats happening?" Caleb asked.
"How are we going to do that? We might all blow up in that thing over there," a young girl said pointing in the direction of what she assumed to the cloud to be.
"I don't think so, my dad is working on a way to keep us safe, plus the other captains and admirals of the ships are doing the same," Caleb said reassuringly," they are not going to let anything happen to us."
"Why didn't they stop this whole thing in the first place?" another kid, a boy of about ten asked.
"Well they didn't know that was going to happen, you see what happened to us, has never happened in the history of mankind before. There was no way that they could have stopped it," Caleb said," now that we are here, they are working on keeping us safe and getting us back home."
"Do you know when we are going to get back home?" a young girl asked.
Caleb had been pondering the same question almost daily. The answer was a difficult one to answer because the truth of the matter was, no one knew. He knew the science and distance between them and the alpha quadrant, but that didn't account for other spatial phenomena, alien encounters, and good old fashion human ingenuity. No one knew and it was a pretty frightful thought.
"Soon, we'll be home before you know it"
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Allan Hood
Lieutenant
Only real security: a reserve of knowledge, experience, and ability.
Registered: Dec 4, 2014 4:19:10 GMT
Posts: 147
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Post by Allan Hood on Jun 27, 2017 16:22:40 GMT
Before dinner, Allan offered the traditional blessings, after changing out of his uniform to civilian clothes.
“Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha’olam hamotzi lehem min ha’aretz. Blessed are You, Adonai our Eloheinum, Ruler of the universe, who brings forth bread from the earth.”
“Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha’olam borei p’ri hagafen. Blessed are You, Adonai our Eloheinu, Ruler of the universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.”
“Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha’olam borei p’ri ha’adamah. Blessed are You, Adonai our Eloheinu, Ruler of the universe, who creates the fruit of the ground.”
“Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha’olam shehakol niyah bidvaro. Blessed are You, Eloheinu our Eloheinu, Ruler of the universe, at whose Word all came to be.”
“But, Daddy, this is from the replicator; it’s not from Earth or vines or the ground. Why don’t we mention the replicator that really created it?” asked Grace after her first bite of corn. “That’s a good question, with a long answer,” began Allan.
“Oh, no…” Gracie responded, catching a smile and a headshake from her mom.
“The carbon, nitrogen and oxygen atoms in our bodies, the Earth, the ship, and what’s used in the replicator, all came from stars that existed a long time ago, it’s all the same. We’re all made from stardust. Through the replicator, it’s not from Earth or vines or the ground, but, they all use the same material that makes up the Earth and vines and the ground of any planet: stardust.”
“‘We are a way for the universe to know itself,” Allan quoted Carl Sagan. “Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can, because the cosmos is also within us.’ Remember, ‘and the Adonai Elohim formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the Breath of Life; and man became a living soul.’ That’s the same dust that came from stars, too.”
Gracie thought about it for a moment.
“So, shouldn’t we say, ‘stardust’ instead?”
“I’m going to have to learn how to say that in Hebrew,” Allan laughed in agreement with his daughter. “That’s a good point. How’d you get so smart?”
“I get it from mommy,” Gracie replied honestly.
The Hood family started eating replicated steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn and bread with red wine synthehol. Green beans and corn being Grace’s favorite, though she wouldn’t eat her green beans.
“Why do you keep asking for green beans and not eat them?” asked Gracie’s father. She had eaten in this fashion since she was a baby.
“It makes the corn taste better, but they’re not that good,” Gracie admitted with emphasis on the ‘that.’
Sami-Jo and Allan, being from farmland in Pennsylvania and Florida, consecutively, couldn’t help but be reminded of ‘real’ food grown and served fresh. Though the replicated food met all the body’s needs, there was something barely identifiable in taste that reminded them, it’s close, but not the real thing.
Donna loved it. She ate all her food, leaving nothing behind. Most of it being on her face.
“Remember how long it’d take to prepare food like this back home?” asked Allan. Both Sami-Jo’s and Allan’s parents barely used their replicators in their homes growing up, one of the many things they had in common.
“We spent hours just collecting and preparing everything, but, it was worth all the trouble when the hands and family finally sat down.”
[Commander Calli Valente] explained the situation to Commodore Savot, asking if he would allow his Chief of Security, Lieutenant Hood, to assist her with clearing the reluctant personnel. She also wanted to investigate what they were so keen to protect.
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=^=On my way.=^=
Hood responded to his orders to report to the starbase.
“But, you just took your uniform off, Daddy,” Donna noticed.
“Will you be safe?” asked Gracie. “You’ll be right back?”
Allan Hood hugged and kissed his daughters, tickling them so that they’d forget about being scared.
Hood quietly slipped on his type 1 and type 2 phasers, double checking they were set to stun.
“Daddy’s always safe, don’t worry about anything. He’ll be back as soon as he can.” Sami-Jo replied as she zipped up his uniform and reluctantly attached his combadge. “Make sure you stay safe.”
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