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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2005 17:00:19 GMT
TJ let out a long sigh as he approached the leviathan that sat waiting at spacedock.
His call for the crew, instructors, and new cadets to report to the Hepta had gone out, and there were still a few stragglers rushing like schoolchildren hoping to avoid the tardy bell. He smiled, remembering his own training cruise, where he had also been one of the arrivals doing his best to avoid the Captain’s tardy slip. Thanks to the assistance of Harash Kyat, a previous Chief Engineering Officer of the Hepta, he had made it.
Now, with Captain – uh, Commodore – ONE reassigned as CO of Starbase Conqueror, he had his doubts that he would be properly effective as the new CO of the Academy’s Flagship. He couldn't help feeling that way. ONE’s exemplary record left enormous shoes to fill, now that he had transferred to permanent duty on starbase. No doubt about it, there was a lot more pressure!
TJ had always been nervous whenever he was promoted in authority, and had a tendency to wonder if he could do the new job with enough flair to satisfy his superiors. He was that way as a science cadet on the USS Hanson; he had the same misgivings when he first came to Starbase Bellicose to fulfill his duties on the USS Tiger Shark as Chief Science Officer. He was nervous when he first stepped on the decks of the USS Hepta as its Tactical/Security Chief (this was why he had wanted Xin-Ling and Barbara Johnson aboard, and Xin-Ling especially assigned to his department.).
Previously, with each promotion he had done well according to his superiors, but only adequately in his own eyes. Hopefully, it would be the same now with his first command.
He watched out the window of the shuttle in silence as they neared the Hepta, smiling only briefly when his dear friend, Dr. Johnson, greeted him in ... shall we say ... non-regulation wardrobe. When the shuttle had finished its approach to the massive metal community in which nearly 1000 souls would spend their next several weeks, TJ exited directly onto the deck of the Hepta.
Funny. That deck felt a little different as Commanding Officer than it did as First Officer. But it felt – good. He sighed deeply, audibly, as he stood there for just a moment before he made his way to his new quarters to freshen up and pick up some materials he would need for the mission briefing.
After brief moments in his quarters, the Irishman entered the nearest turbolift, pressed a button, and said, "Briefin’ Room One." Within moments, he stood outside the door. Taking one more deep breath, he walked forward, and the door opened with a swoosh! "Good evenin’, mates," TJ said before they could announce his presence. He walked to the captain’s chair, and took his seat, meeting the gaze of everyone in the room, both instructors and other Department heads.
First Officer James O’Connor was there, as was Penfold, his old friend. Mr. Ford, Mr. McCleod, and Drs. Mackler and Johnson were present as well. Beside the Chief Tactical and Security Officer sat Assistant Security Chief Xin-Ling Chan. There were even a few of the cadets sitting in the room near their instructors. This was at TJ’s request, and he assumed that these were the cream of the crop, the elite of the Academy classes.
Against the wall stood four civilians, equally divided in number between men and women. One of the men held a medium-sized metal suitcase which he guarded passionately.
"Ladies an’ gentlemen o’ th’ Hepta," he began. "First, ‘tis thankin’ ye I am for bein’ so quick t’ follow me instructions. I’m also wantin’ t’ welcome th’ new cadets t’ th’ USS Hepta, Flagship o’ Starfleet Academy." At this greeting of the cadets, a general welcoming applause from the officers of the Hepta sounded around the Briefing Room.
As the applause died down, TJ flicked a toggle switch on the table in front of him and an image of a galactic community appeared on a screen on the bulkhead behind him.
"For those o’ ye who might not be recognizin’ it, this is NGC-1300, th’ barbed spiral galaxy in th’ constellation Eridanus as seen from Epsilon Eridani, an’ ‘tis our signpost t’ our current mission.
"Selsik’s Colony, a mining outpost located about here <he marked the point with a laser pen> on th’ outskirts at th’ edge o’ NGC-1300, has recently been struck with a terrible an’ merciless disease, which, up until recently, has been provin’ fatal."
Indicating the four visitors to the starship, the new CO continued. "These four are our guests aboard th’ Hepta for this journey. ‘Tis they who’ve developed medication t’ stop th’ plague in its tracks, an’ our job is t’ get them an’ their medications safely t’ NGC-1300."
"Sir, this is all well and good, but there’s just one thing I don’t understand," questioned the CEO. "Why the Hepta?"
"Short o’ th’ speed available with our vessel," answered TJ, "yet linked to it, is th’ effective life span o’ th’ medication carried in the metal grip that man is holdin'. There is no civilian vessel capable o’ getting’ th’ medication t’ its destination before its effectiveness is gone. Th’ drugs in that kit are experimental in nature, but th’ only hope th’ colony has o’ survival.
"Further, there are reports comin’ in recently of a great deal o’ subversive and military activity in that region o’ th’ galaxy. ‘Tis not assumin’ out o’ th’ line o’ reason that there may be hostile spacecraft approachin’ us as we’re nearin’ our destination."
TJ turned his eyes to Jordan and continued.
"Dr. Mackler, ‘tis with you our passengers here will be stayin’ t’ finish their tests. Medical personnel will be th’ liaison between Hepta’s crew an’ these four.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as o’ this moment, speed is of th’ essence. Shall we be goin’ t’ work?"
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 19, 2005 8:47:27 GMT
There was a general murmur of assent and Captain Edwards dismissed the crew. The Bridge crew took their stations. James walked over the XO's chair. He hesitated in sitting down. Until very recently, this chair had been TJ's domain. It felt strange to be allowed to sit there now, knowing that he was now the XO. Still, it was a happy feeling too and with that thought, James said down. It felt good, it felt very good. For starters, the chair was infinitely more comfortable than the ordinary chairs on the Bridge. James looked at his monitors. "All departments have checked in and are standing by Captain. All systems operational. We're running at peak efficiency." Captain Edwards smiled. "Just the way I like it. Take her out if you will Mr O'Connor." James's smirk broadened. "With pleasure Captain. Release docking clamps. Mr Bern, engage thrusters at one half impulse. Take us out of space dock."
A few minutes later the Hepta had cleared Spacedock. James continued. "Mr Bern, you'll find the coordinates to NGC 1300 in the databank. Speed is of the essence. Set a course to NGC 1300, warp 9." Seth turned around. "Warp 9, aye sir!" From the corner of his eye, James saw Captain Edwards smiling at his crew's enthusiasm. Captain Edwards made the characteristic forward gesture with his hand: "Engage!"
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Post by wford on Jun 20, 2005 17:36:04 GMT
As they walked out of the conference room, William and Penfold approached Keon Rosewall, a science cadet.
"Hello, Cadet Rosewall. I'm Commander William Ford, you instructor for this mission."
(Rosewall)
"I am Penfold," replied the smaller, furry assitant instructor. "Glad to meet you.
"Is there anything specific you want to know about you job as a science officer?" asked William
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Post by rosewall on Jun 22, 2005 0:37:49 GMT
"Hello, Cadet Rosewall. I'm Commander William Ford, you instructor for this mission."
"Hello..." Commander Ford's face became slightly hardened and it was only then that Keon remembered to add "umm, Sir."
Keon looked at the companion of Commander Ford and he remembered his pet Andarean Yettiron. It was only when he looked again that he realised that the officer was standing, a thing Tyrus was unable to do. As he had been unsure of the precise regulations about cadets having a pet on their cruise, he had asked his family to look after Tyrus for him.
"Sorry sir, I hope you'll forgive me for staring but you remind me of my pet Andarean Yettiron. Still it's a pleasure to meet you..." Keon let the sentence draw out hoping to get a name from the smaller officer.
"I am Penfold," he replied, closing Keon's sentence "Glad to meet you"
"Is there anything specific you want to know about your job as a science officer?" the first instructor asked.
After a brief pause, as Keon remembered the names of the instructors, "Not really a question about my duties, but where are the science labs located on this ship and will I spend much time on the bridge at the science station.?"
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Post by wford on Jun 22, 2005 1:22:24 GMT
"The science station is right over there," said William, pointing. "They put it there so that the Captain can watch your every move... whatever you do, the Captain's watching. And when you screw up... BAM! You end up on a remote relay station for the rest of your life." William tried to get his eyes to stay intense, keeping his face from breaking into a grin.
"You'll get used to it," said Penfold. "Sometimes, though, when you mess up, the Captain will call the chef over and he'll chop you up into a stew. I remember the cadet from our last mission... tasted great."
Keon looked like he was about to laugh, but couldn't tell if it was okay to. He settled in the middle with a small chuckle. Commander Ford's frown kept shifting into a slight grin, and Penfol was trying to turn his own grin into a hungry glare. "You need practice with your jokes, sirs," said the cadet.
"Oh, you can call me William until we get on duty," said William. "Then Commander will do, if you want to adress me like that." he sighed. "I never was much for acting."
Penfold smirked. "Well, at least I didn't give up until the joke was over."
"Wait... I thought you were laughing. I distinctly heard you laughing," said William in a futile attempt to place the balme on Penfold. "Its your fault Keon didn't take us seriously."
"Well, I have been to the Academy, William," said Keon.
"Oh... well, if you see any other cadets, help us scare them, all right?" said William. "By the way, welcome to the Hepta, Keon. I don't think I said that, even if Captain Edwards did."
"Thanks," said Keon. "Glad to be here."
"And to answer your other question, about how long you spend at the science station," said Penfold," espect six hours, about. Though you can run down to the science labs, if you want. They give you a chance to stretch your legs if nothing important is happening."
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 22, 2005 17:01:32 GMT
Wolf J. Flywheel, what a name and not a name that was usual among Romulans, but Flywheel was a Romulan brought up on earth, even rarer. He has gradually worked his way through an already long career to getting into the most UN Romulan thing possible, the United Federation of Planets, Starfleet.
Flywheel had got to a station in the middle of space and it was called Conquerer and than before he had time to find his feet, he had been sent to a ship, not any ship, but a huge old fashioned Galaxy class vessel but with improvements. It was unusual as it had a third warp nacelle and it looked stronger, but than with a chuckle he realised it would need to be if it was run by cadets. When he went aboard, he had turned up late and cadets had been placed, he felt like a naughty school child, in that he had turned up late to his first class.
He went onto the bridge to report in and he was quivering, as he was indeed older than most of the staff but he did feel awkward. As he got onto the bridge he saw officers leaving and he saw a cadet in Science livery leaving a man who was a science officer and not only that but a Commander, so Flywheel decided he had better keep his eye on him. He firstly walked over to the slightly uncomfortable looking officer in the command chair, it was obviously the Captain, he must have been new as he didn't look settled.
Flywheel: Captain..... Cadet 4th Class Wolf J. Flywheel reporting for duty sir, here are my transfer orders.
Edwards: Stand easy Cadet............ Hmm Commander Ford, here is a second cadet for ya.
The science Commander walked over and he didn't smile.
Ford: Great another one, Captain shall i put him to work.
Edwards: By all means Commander.... Cadet welcome aboard.
The last words of the Captain had made him feel more at ease and certainly more at ease to do a good job, he now just had to get used to taking orders, something he hadn't been used to 20 years earlier in the Romulan command. He was directed to a console where he saw another sheepish looking Cadet, they nodded, in almost a silent expression of support, knowing how the other felt.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 23, 2005 14:47:12 GMT
Commander Ford stood between the one cadet who was sitting and Flywheel who was standing along side the Commander. He felt sheepish but watched with keen interest to see what the layout of the science station was like. It was very different to the Romulan style, in fact the science space was far larger and it was an important place, it showed how science was held in far higher regard. He than looked up and the Cadet and Commander were looking up at him, he had been concentrating too hard on his own interests.
Ford: Are you with us Cadet.
Flywheel: Yes sir, sorry sir
Ford: Well Cadet Flywheel, this is Cadet Rosewall.
Flywheel looked round and bowed slightly as a sign of acknowledgment.
Ford: I will let you to get to know each other and settle down.
Flywheel walked around and sat in the other chair, where the secondary science officer could sit. It was quite spacious and he looked at the console and he than imput his name and details into the console and than he looked towards the sensors. He looked to see what was on sensors.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 23, 2005 20:40:56 GMT
James looked at the new arrival as he reported in to the Captain. It was certainly a strange thought having a Romulan on Board. James thought about his time in the Special Forces. Contrary to public knowledge, Federation Special Forces had the habit of sending scout ships into Romulan space to gather information. Sometimes these scout ships would get as far as Romulus before being detected. James had commander many a mission deep in Romulan space and often he'd had to shoot his way back out. It was a strange thought that this new Cadet might actually have opened fire on him a few years ago, when they were still on different sides of the fence.
The ship was en route to NGC-1300 at warp 9. It had been almost two hours since they had gone to warp and it would be at least three days at this speed without interruption before tehy would reach their destination. When they did, the race against the clock would really begin. It would keep all sections of the staff occupied and so it should. He just hoped nothing would go wrong.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 23, 2005 21:50:26 GMT
Flywheel was tapping into the panel and was looking at the data that was flowing in from the sensors about the area they were going through, it was amazing, the Romulan high command would have loved this data, as they said every piece of data gives them more of the picture, for whatever reason they need it. He was worked steadily than noticed the First Officer was looking at him, he felt a big unusual so, he just looked up, the First Officer nodded. Flywheel got back to his data collecting, adding data to records about the area, he realised they had 3 hours until they reached the planet, so he thought he had better settle down.
Flywheel: Cadet Rosewall isn't it?..... I am Cadet Flywheel.
Rosewall: Nice to meet you, do you know what we are supposed to be doing? I am just collecting data, but haven't been told to.
Flywheel: You as well, i am just collecting data from the local area, or at least the area we are traveling through.
Rosewall: Should we ask, or should we just continue?
Flywheel: If we continue, at least we are doing something valuable.
Rosewall: Agreed
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 24, 2005 12:24:14 GMT
James stood up out of his XO's chair. Captain Edwards was discussing Medical readiness in Sickbay. James couldn't help but grin. This would provide Doctor Mackler with the best, if not the only, opportunity to do a general check-up on the Captain, however secretive she might have to do it. Although Captain Edwards was usually easy-going, he, like most starship Captains had not much affection for Sickbays and medical check-ups and there was always some excuse to postpone it.
James walked around the Bridge. He checked on the junior Operations officer as he was performing his duties. Until a few weeks ago, the Ops position had been his domain. It was strange to see another officer behind his console. "Doing well Ensign?" he asked as the Ensign looked up nervously. "Yes sir, we're still at peak efficiency. Is there a problem Commander?" James smiled reassuringly at him. "Not at all, not at all. Carry on." The Ensign turned back to what he was doing, while James went over to the science consoles.
"Anything interesting Cadets?"
<TAG: Cadets Rosewall and Flywheel, report on what you are doing, why you are doing it and if you have found anything of interest for the mission. You can come up with anything as long as it doesn't blow up the ship or sends us into another dimension.
O'Connor
After checking with the Cadets, James went to the Tactical station where Xin-Ling was monitoring the ship's trajectory. "All quiet on the Western front," she answered cheerfully when she met James's gaze. He took a look for himself and was saitsfied that all was clear. Just the way he liked it. To be honest, they couldn't really afford any delays. Every minute that they were late, someone on NGC-1300 died. He returned to his chair and started reading progress reports from the other sections.
Suddenly, the ship started shaking uncontrollably. Immediately, Captain Edwards's voice came over the comm.
=^=Edwards to Bridge, report!=^=
=^=O'Connor here Captain, I'm on it. There seems to be.......=^=
Xin-Ling broke in. "Tractor beam!" James looked at her. "What?" "We're caught in a tractor beam!" she repeated, right before red alert sirenes began wailing. James didn't lose any time. "All hands, battle stations!" Captain Edwards yelled over the comm
=^=Keep it together up there, I'm on my way!=^=
At the same time, the junior Operations officer turned around. "Commander O'Connor, I've got something on sensors. It's faint but, I don't know, it seems like a vessel of some kind." "On screen!" The viewscreen came to life. First it was black and only showed a few stars, but suddanly the shape of a vessel became visible as it decloacked. It was big, immensely big and of a configuration James had never seen. Xin-Ling seemed to have read his mind. "Commander, it's not in any of our databases. This is First Contact. The only problem is that it's clearly hostile and that it has all his phaserbanks or disruptor banks or whatever the hell they use on that thing aimed at us. All 75 of them." Suddanly, the audio speakers cracked and a strange, dark voice came over the speakers. This is General Galen. You will lower your shields and weapons, power down your engines and prepare to be boarded. You have 10 seconds."
At that moment, the Turbolift doors hissed open and Captain Edwards entered the Bridge. He took one look at the viewscreen. "What the....................."
<TAG: Captain, Cadets and other Instructors>
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 24, 2005 13:40:50 GMT
FIRST TAG:
Cadet Flywheel had been collecting data heavily and with a great sense of responsibility, he collected and recorded tons of data, it kept reeling in. Commander Ford walked over and stood behind the Cadets and just watched what they were doing, he just kept looking, Flywheel wasn't sure weather he should say, in the end he turned around and watched.
Ford: Cadet, who gave you orders?
Flywheel: Sorry sir, We hadnt been given orders.
Ford: So you did this out of your own intiative.... Cadet?
Flywheel: Yes Commander, I thought it the best way at the current time to work out the controls, didn't we Cadet Rosewall?
Rosewall: Yes, I haven't found anything, this area seems to be well scanned, however there are some unusual readings from the system we are heading for.
Ford: Any more details?
Rosewall: Afraid not sir.
Ford: Keep looking and collect some data, Cadet Flywheel, please assist Cadet Rosewall.
Flywheel: Yes sir,
The Commander walked away and than Cadet Flywheel and Cadet Rosewall kept working, Flywheel about 20 mins later found something of interest, debris.
SECOND TAG:
Flywheel was startled by events, they had progressed so much, he heard the voice of General Galen, than the Captain walked onto the bridge.
Edwards: Hail General Galen
Parker: No response sir
Edwards: Lets not stick around, Edwards to Commander Stephens
Stephens: Captain?
Edwards: Get this ship to top speed, Commander Torban, get us out of here maximum warp.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 24, 2005 15:50:44 GMT
<Off:> Just a quick heads up. Commander Torban has not reported on Board. Commander Seth bern is the Helm Instructor. Commander Stephans hasn't reported in either but we will use her as an NPC (Non-Playing Character) for the time being.
O'Connor
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Post by galen on Jun 24, 2005 19:10:17 GMT
General Galen sat in his Command Chair. "Lock all Blasters on that bucket of dirt, I want their shields down immediately if they refuse to respond," he ordered in his usual brisk manner. General Galen was not a man to be toyed with, something his crew had found out the hard way. Sometimes a junior officer who was new on the Warhammer had the guts to oppose him. At least until Galen had ripped those guts out. In the entire Fleet he was both feared and admired as a hard and ill-tempered, but extremely good Commander. Actually, Galen was one of the youngest Fleet Commanders in the Empire. He commanded the Third Fleet and his Fleet was most successful in doing its job.
"Sir, the vessel is powering its engines. They're preparing to Warp out of the system," a stern voice from the Tactical console informed him. "Give them three warning shots close accross their bow," General Galen ordered. The Warhammer fired its Blasters in space three times, nearly hitting the Hepta. "No response sir, they're still trying to make a run for it," the Chief of Tactical operations said. General Galen had never had to admit defeat and he sure as hell wouldn't start with these puny Federation puppets. "Knock out their engines, fire at will!"
The enormous Blaster batteries of the ISS Warhammer opened fire. On the viewscreen, they could see the explosion coming from the Hepta's port Warp nacelle. "Sir," the Tactical officer said, "Their engines have been knocked out, they're dead in the water."
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 24, 2005 19:14:09 GMT
<Off>All Cadets, please pay regular attention to the Ship's Status thread located at the top of the Hepta Board. You will find the current status of all Tactical and Engineering systems as well as a short mission summary for each week there. Please also make sure that you read the other people's posts before posting about ship's status because I cannot keep the thread completely up-to-date for each day.
O'Connor
Ship's Status thread updated 24 June 2005
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 24, 2005 21:01:19 GMT
The ship went no where and than it was hit thrice by the attackers blasters. The ship rocked from side to side and the shields had been weakened. The Captain gripped his hands on the Captains chair.
Edwards: Close down our communication system, it might buy us some time.
O'Connor: Done sir.
Flywheel: Sir, may i suggest....
Edwards: Go on Cadet
Flywheel: Well Captain, since our communication system is out, they might accept the appearance of a visitor, if we sent a shuttle, we might be able to load it with something, which might cause enough damage to...
Edwards: Too?
Flywheel: Well it may just give us the upper hand, especially if we can find out which key systems are near the shuttle bay.
O'Connor: Cadet Rosewall, please locate key systems in that area.
Edwards: Lets get this done quickly, we haven't got much time.
OFF: Sorry Sirs, i didnt know about the ships status panel, hope i didnt disrupt things to much.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 24, 2005 21:41:26 GMT
OFF: Sorry Sirs, i didnt know about the ships status panel, hope i didnt disrupt things to much. Relax Cadet, you didn't disrupt anything. There's only just been some damage to the Hepta so there wasn't anything to catch up on at this point. The damage that we have suffered is all from this mission so you have already read about that. Feel free to damage the Hepta somewhat further (just don't incapacitate her permanently), but be sure to check the ship's status thread if you've been unable to post for a while. For the rest, just read other people's posts (which you are doing very well at the moment) and don't worry. You're doing very well.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2005 7:28:27 GMT
Had it been a few years ago, TJ would have been immediately ready to respond in kind at the weapons attack from the hostile vessel. If, however, there was any way of avoiding a face-to-face confrontation, due to the urgency of their mission and the lives of those aboard, he desired to seek a peaceful solution.
Not much hope o' that, he told himself however. Seldom do attacking vessels suddenly turn into peaceful ships that pass in the night.
As the Hepta stopped rocking from the blast, status reports – chiefly dealing with casualties – rained into the Bridge. Fortunately, these casualties were minor: a few bumps and bruises to a large number of crew members who had been thrown against the bulkheads.
Well, TJ thought, if they force us t' meet on similar terms o' war, 'tis findin' out they'll be then that 'tis not wise t' cross paths with an Irishman! He glance over at the massive bulk of Mr. O'Connor, a bluish mountain of a man, and found more evidence of his determination.
"Report," he barked to the cadet at the Ops console. "How're we farin' after that last blast?"
"The hull is standing firm, Captain; seemingly fine, despite the blast. Shields are damaged, though. We've got seventy per cent forward, but we've been cut down to fifteen per cent aft."
"Engineerin'" the captain continued. "Can we maintain warp speed o' factor nine as th' engines are standin' currently?"
"That's a negative," answered the CEO. "We've no warp capability at all. The port nacelle is damaged. It'd be like trying to navigate a rowboat with only one oar. All we have now is impulse drive."
"'Twould seem th' bogey's determined t' cut off any peaceful end t' this!" TJ said angrily. "Ms. Chan, would ye be kind enough t' be tellin' me th' weapons status?"
The Asian Warrior spoke without taking her eyes from the enemy vessel on the screen.
"Phasers ... photon torpedoes all operational, Captain." Her hand moved slowly into position.
"Turn us about, an' put our face t' th' attackin' vessel," TJ ordered. "We'll see if they've got th' belly for a good trouncin' by a couple o' Irishmen, Mr. O'Connor."
A determined grin crossed the First Officer's face.
As the Hepta moved, one of the cadets spoke up.
TJ liked the idea. If they could wreck havoc upon the enemy's vessel, damaging their capability to inflict harm upon the Hepta, they might be willing to listen to reason. And if not, the weapons console was prepared to fire.
"Ms. Chan, lock phasers on target, an' be ready t' fire photon torpedoes followin' th' phasers, but only on me command."
"Ready, sir."
Suddenly, a voice filled with uncharacteristic tension came over TJ's comm badge.
–/\– Doctor Mackler to Bridge ... –/\–
"Go ahead, doctor..." TJ responded. He didn't like the tone in her voice.
–/\– Captain, the medication for Selsik's Colony — It's ... disappeared! –/\–
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Post by sanosuke on Jun 27, 2005 5:28:40 GMT
OFF: I apologize profusely for not posting sooner. Had a few problems with life and computer. BTW, I am Jordan Mackler.
Jordan walked down to sickbay and was curious as to what this medication consisted of. She then decided that afterwards, she would pull TJ down for an exam as he hadn't had one in a long while. She knew that generally he was "good" but like the rest of the people she had dealt with since joining Starfleet, he would be difficult. She turned to one of the people from the colony.
Jordan: May I examine the medicine? I am just curious as to what it consists of.
Colonist: Most certainly.
Jordan smiled and took a small sample to examine through the computer. She noticed that one of the colonists was missing. She looked around a bit concerned.
Jordan: Where did your companion go?
The colonists looked around then the fourth one came in through the doors. He looked relieved.
Colonist: Sorry. I went to get something from my quarters and got a bit lost.
Jordan smiled and looked at the medicine sample. It was amazing. She was about to comment on it when the ship rocked momentarily and a great voice boomed over the comm system.
Voice: This is General Galen. You will lower your shields and weapons, power down your engines and prepare to be boarded. You have 10 seconds.
Jordan packed up the medicine she was examining and told Draco to put it with the others. He disappeared and then reappeared a moment later. She felt the ship rock again as they were hit and a console blew out at the end of the room. Jordan fell onto her knees and quickly got back up. She then saw from her office the medicines starting to disappear. She gasped and tried to grab one before they disappeared but failed. She was on the verge of panic and hit her combadge.
Jordan: =Doctor Mackler to Bridge=
TJ's voice came through the system, he sounded concerned.
TJ: Go ahead, doctor...
Jordan: Captain, the medication for Selsik's Colony... It's... disappeared!
The colonists in sickbay were astonished and one of them fainted. Jordan rushed over to her and got her up on the biobed. She continued to talk.
Jordan: Someone beamed them out of sickbay. I don't know how they managed it or why.
More injured started coming in from the blasts of the ship being fired upon.
Jordan: I can't talk anymore right now. Though I would appreciate it if ya explained to me what was goin' on before the medicine disappeared. Whether ya do it over the comm or in person I don't care. Just please keep me in the loop. Mackler out.
She waited patiently and then took a deep breath. She began giving orders for those who were the most injured to be taken care of first. Most of them had burns or concussions and a few had wounds, most minor. The colonists helped as best they could. An ensign that had been working in engineering was brought in for a small wound on his head, which of course, was bleeding like nothing as all head wounds do. One of the colonists went over to take care of him.
Colonist: What happened?
Ensign: I was working at a console when it blew out and a small piece of shrapnel clipped my forehead.
The ensign then lowered his voice to a fierce whisper.
Ensign: I saw you in Engineering. After you left I checked what you had been doing and you had sent a message out. Then all this mayhem started. Who are you?
The colonist's eyes went cold, dead cold. He grabbed a hypospray and injected an incredibly strong hallucinagen into the ensign's system. It took effect immediately. The ensign saw something that frightened him and ran from the room screaming. Jordan saw the ensign run and tapped her combadge and spoke very quickly.
Jordan: =Mackler to Security= We have an escaped patient who seems to have lost his mind. I'd like ya to find him and return him to sickbay ASAP.
Xin-Ling: Right away. Chan out.
Jordan looked at the colonist momentarily then went back to work. _______________________________________________________________________ The colonist who had sabotaged the ensign's physiology, at least for now, was named Notyob. He was surprised that someone had seen him and knew that he must deal with the ensign soon but first he needed to seem like one of the colonists. He started taking care of other people's injuries and smiled mentally at the thought of what the medicine was going to be used for.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 27, 2005 12:16:20 GMT
Edwards: We need to secure the ship before we look for the medication.
O'Connor: Agreed Captain.
Edwards: Prepare that shuttle and ready all weapons for my command, is the shuttle ready?
Flywheel: Sir we have put in as much as we can, and disguised it, it should appear as if some officers are going over, in either case not a threat.
Edwards: Good, let the shuttle go.
Flywheel: Shuttle released Captain.
Rosewall: Their are some doors on the enemy ship, they are opening, a tractor beam has locked onto the shuttle........ it is directing it into the bay.
Flywheel: 30 seconds until it reaches the doors.
Edwards: Ready Tactical, phasers and than torpedoes.
Flywheel: 10 seconds Captain.....8....7.....6....5.....4....3...2...1
Edwards: Fire phasers, continuous narrow beam volley, now torpedoes.
There was an eruptions as the shuttle went up, as the torpedoes thrust into the already damaged area, the enemy vessel wained and started to tilt, it went dark and the engines went down. Flywheel look with awe as the vessel tilted and began to look so helpless, the bridge crew looked on in wonder as this huge vessel lost its greatest power.
Edwards: Report?
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Post by rosewall on Jun 27, 2005 13:11:25 GMT
Keon had been running scans of a black hole that the Hepta had passed prior to the attack from the massive ship. Admittedly Keon wasn't all that knowledgable about starship sizes but he knew that there were very few vessels known to the Federation that were larger than the Sovereign Class, and this one was larger by a fair bit.
As soon as the Hepta had gone to red alert the science station had lost most of its sensor capability and Keon was unable to keep tracking the black hole. Cadet Flywheel had suggested sending over explosives disguised as something harmless and amazingly the ploy had worked. The enemy ship had appeared to lose power so Keon started running scans.
"Sir, the vessel is composed of some reflective material. I am attempting to compensate for the disruptive effect but I believe that I am detecting traces of the medicine near the bow. I'm also detecting residual energy spikes that suggest minimal damage to all but main power."
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Post by galen on Jun 27, 2005 20:30:39 GMT
General Galen watched the screen from his command chair. The Hepta was a sitting duck. Just the way he liked his prey. "Major, assemble the boarding parties, I want every part of that ship checked," he barked at an enormous officer who was standing at his side. "Immediately my General," the officer's low an threatening voice boomed. He saluted and left the Bridge.
General Galen smiled. Major Quarren would do the job. He had never failed, never not followed an order. never shown mercy to any prey. Suddenly, Galen noticed the tint white spot that grew rapidly larger. "Tactical, what is that......thing in Grid 14?" he demanded. Before the Tactical Officer could respond, however, the mystery solved itself. The Federation shuttle approached the Warhammer, but just before it was in tractor beam range, the Hepta fired on its own shuttle and everything went black.
The ship shuddered and red alert sirenes began wailing. "REPORT!" General Galen barked. The Operations Officer turned around. "We've lost main power General. Secondary power is kicking in but it looks like we're not going anywhere for a while. All the engines are down. The viewscreen should come back online any minute.
General Galen cursed in all the tongues his people knew and then he contacted Major Quarren. "Major, board that ship immediately. Kill anyone who resists. You know what I'm after, but I want you to bring me the Captain alive as a special bonus. If he dies during capture, I will have your brains for dinner."
Major Quarren wasn't afraid of his superior. Never before had a prey escaped his clutches and it wouldn't happen this time. "Lock and load! Ship in, we leave in 3!"
Three minutes later, the three assault shuttles were on their way to the Hepta.
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Post by romanvicente on Jun 28, 2005 14:09:12 GMT
A pulsating sound in his ears was the rhythm to which Roman awoke. Opening his eyes, he found his sight as blurred and confusing as his memories of recent days. As the headache abated and the shapes and colours in front of his eyes flowed from form to form until they finally took the forms of themselves, unveiling the sickbay of a ship Roman couldn’t recall being on. Then when he attempted to rise and stand a flare of dizziness came to him instead of the recollection of the recent past he was after. The dizziness took to his legs thus he was forced to take a seat on the bed for a moment that lasted only shortly. He took a breath so deep that it became the breeze to force the cloudy confusion out of his mind and the ray of light that broke through became the source of knowledge like the ancients said it was. And he remembered starbase Conqueror, the Hepta, departure and arrival throught the firmament he had been glancing upon as a child; it held no more romanticism for him anymore having seen the darker forces of the universe in the decade before. All magic had been reduced to sets of formulas, analytical solutions and approximations. The world of stars had become the world of numbers.
Just then doctor Mackler came along: “So, you finally woke up. Good.”
“Yeah... what happened exactly?”
“How do you still remember?”
“I remember arriving here and then having to an inventory of supplies in one of the cargo bays. That’s about it.”
“We’ve been attacked cadet Vicente. We don’t know who they are, but they fired on us. From what they told me the blast made a crate fall on your head and you lost conciousness. You may want to take it slow for a while before going back to duty.”
“Nice way to kick off my time here. In any case, I’ll be alright. I’ve been through far worse in the past ten years,” said Vicente searching the back of his head for the obvious bump.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but what have been doing all those years? It’s very unusual for someone of your...”
“For someone of my age to join Starfleet?” Roman allowed Mackler to give him an injection with a hypospray.
“Against the dizziness and headache,” Mackler explained. “But yeah, normally cadets here enter right after secondary school or in their early twenties at latest. Unlike you.”
Roman stretched his legs and got on his feet. “Much better thank you. To answer your question: the Klingon merchant who chased me running for five kilometers on the second moon of Varev III swore at me in countless ways I didn’t even know existed, the police psychologist from Rigel IX trying to force me into a confession named the stereotypical coward of all ages running away from everything and the Almsavle priest on the edge of explored space told me I was the blessed child of the galaxy to travel to far and long with eyes reaching out for what lies beyond the horizon. Make of it what you will, I’ve got to return to duty.”
The cadet smiled, saluted and vanished through the sliding doors. In the back of his mind he was reliving the many days of old and if a man was to be defined as the sum of his experiences and memories then, for better or for worse, Roman ought to feel rich given the wealth of experiences he accumelated, having sailed freely and unbounded along the celestial shores and unknown seas, going to wherever the fair winds of destiny would send him.
In his quarters where he had come to freshen up before returning to what duty had in store for him, Roman looked out the window, astonished to see three craft flying by. In a moment’s notice it were three tremors which went through the ship for Roman’s senses to pick up: the three assault shuttles docking on the hull. Right then and right there he knew that all was surely not well. Victory or defeat, the outcome of the struggle was still unresolved as good-spirited faith was still to toss the all-deciding coin.
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Hi all, I'm cadet Roman Vicente, engineering. I've been a member of Section 47 for almost 2 years previously. I kind of missed simming and I've got to tell you: it's nice to be finally be simming along you all! Better late than never.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jun 28, 2005 14:37:46 GMT
OOC: Hi all, I'm cadet Roman Vicente, engineering. I've been a member of Section 47 for almost 2 years previously. I kind of missed simming and I've got to tell you: it's nice to be finally be simming along you all! Better late than never. Welcome aboard Mr Vicente, glad to have you.
O'Connor, XOJames was annoyed. This was his first mission as XO on the Hepta. They had barely left Spacedock and already the port warp nacelle had been blown to pieces, the medicine they were supposed to bring to NGC-1300 had disappeared, it seemed there was a traitor on board and still the clock kept ticking.
James looked at Captain Edwards. "Captain, with your permission I'd like to check upon Doctor Mackler's progress." "Sure, go ahead, but if things go sour, I need you back on the Bridge," the Captain replied. "Sure thing Skipper," James answered, trying to sound his usual cheerful self. Captain Edwards was not fooled, but he managed to hide it for the most part.
Minutes later, James arrived in Sickbay, only to find a restless Draco flying around in nervous circles and an even more restless Doctor Mackler running around in the same circles. "How are you doing over here doc?" <TAG: Doctor Mackler, other Instructors>OOC: Come on Hepta Instructors, where are you? We have a crisis on our hands and we need the senior staff.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jun 28, 2005 23:11:01 GMT
Captain Edwards was looking secure, even though to everyone else the world seemed to be most uncertain. Flywheel had been in tight spots before, but the Romulan world had very different ways of dealing with enemies, for a start warbirds went about in groups, usually partnerships of 2.
Flywheel was feeling better about the situation when suddenly he noticed a set of small craft moving away from the stricken vessel.
Flywheel: Captain...... 3 shuttles moving to wards us"
Edwards: Miss Rosewall, scan please"
Rosewall: They are packed with soldiers, more than 200.
Edwards: How do they expect to get past our shields, Bridge to Commander Stephens"
Stephens: Captain?
Edwards: We have shuttles inbound, we need the shields to be stronger just in case.
Stephens: Understood Captain.
Edwards: Commander Chan, lock weapons and prepare to fire.....Commander Bern please open hailing frequencies to the shuttles and make sure it is patched in the the main vessel.
Bern: Done Captain.
Edwards: This is Captain Edwards...... General Galen, recall your shuttles, i say again, i suggest you recall the shuttles, they will not penetrate out shields, not will they get past out phasers, I give you 30 seconds to recall them, or we will open fire, close hailing frequencies.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2005 0:41:27 GMT
Edwards: This is Captain Edwards...... General Galen, recall your shuttles. I say again, I suggest you recall the shuttles; they will not penetrate our shields, nor will they get past our phasers. I give you 30 seconds to recall them, or we will open fire. Close hailing frequencies. "Ms. Chan, lock phasers on t' th' nearest shuttle, an' prepare t' fire when I give th' word." He was confident that with Xin-Ling's lightning reflexes, she would be easily able to target the remaining two shuttles after the destruction of the first.
The digital chronometer on the Bridge raced by the seconds as TJ's expression became grimmer. He hoped they would turn back.
At fifteen seconds, however, they were still coming. ...
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