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Post by weeharry on Sept 6, 2003 13:51:27 GMT
The blue skinned Bolian sat on his horse, surveying the battlefield spread out below him. He turned to his companions, addressing the one closest first... 'Okay John, what's the story here' he said, as on the vast plain stretching out in front of them, thousands of figures in armour clashed with each other, while on a hill to the side a group of archers sent volley after volley of arrows into the mass of combatants. 'Well, Harry,' the engineer began, 'what we have here is the decisive engagement between the forces of Alexander the Great and the Persians, about 3000 years ago. Alexander's father became the first monarch to unite all of Greece and Alexander continued his legacy by spreading his empire east towards Asia and north Africa and creating the largest empire ever seen in the world at the time. We are in a recreation of a battle in Asia minor where the forces of Alexander sent the Persians running and created a foothold in Asia.' Another of the group, younger than the others, Cbosdell's horse was straining against its rider, eager to gallop into the fray, while the final member of the quartet, Rick, looked decidedly uncomfortable atop his mount. 'Give me something mechanical anyday!' he grumbled. 'Next time I pick the venue...and it'll involve fast machines racing each other.' 'Now, guys. Let's just enjoy the program,' the captain said, drawing his cavalry sabre from its scabbard. From somewhere to the group's left a trumpet sounded, and they heeled their horses into action, galloping down the slope to join the battle, the sound of their animals' heavy panting competing with the clash of metal as suits of armour rang, and swords clashed against each other and against shields. Cbodsell seemed to be revelling in the action, his blade swinging freely, while Rick seemed to have forgotten his earlier discomfort and was leading a flanking manouever on the Persian right side. The battle raged for some time, the four combatants hurling themselves in with no fear due to the holodeck safety protocols. However, John had come unseated from his mount, and was holdong his sword two handed as a Persian rider bore down on him, when, from nowhere, a square arch materialised in the middle of the battlefield, the centre of which contained a door, through which the figure of Commander Sturek appeared. The Persian turned, focusing his attention on the newcomer, and raised his sword. 'Computer freeze' the Vulcan calmly said, and immediately all action stopped as if frozen in time, apart from the four starfleet officers. 'Apologies, captain,' the Vulcan said, 'I tried hailing you but this particular program seems rather loud, I doubt you could hear the comm system. 'Not at all number one,' the captain said climbing down from his horse, 'I think we were getting a bit carried away there. What's up?' 'The shuttle carrying Commander Mitchell and Ensign T'Rok approaches. They should dock with the Nevada in ten minutes. Also, Admiral Clark has asked for you to contact him as soon as possible.' 'Oh well, guys, we better leave the battle for now... computer end program.' The countryside disappeared to be replaced by the black and yellow hologrid. 'Okay, get into your uniforms and take your posts on the bridge. Number one, accompany me to my ready room and we'll see what the admiral has in mind for us.' 'Do you think your attire is appropriate, captain?' Harry looked down at himself, his armour clunking with every movement, 'I think it more appropriate that I don't keep the admiral waiting!'
Harry sat at his ready room desk, his chest plate removed, towelling the sweat from his blue face, and thumbed the controls that opened the admiral's channel, whose face appeared on the screen.
'Good day captain. I'll get straight to the point. The Nevada is to make best speed towards Crozilon IV. The planet is an industrialised pre-warp society on the outskirts of Federation space, near the Romulan neutral zone. Three weeks ago, the USS Darwin science vessel was despatched to the area after long range sensors picked up a possible warp signature emanating from the planet. The Darwin was to observe the planet to evaluate the need for first contact. We lost contact with them after they were there for a day. We have been unable to recover any of their logs. We want you to take the Nevada out there and see what's happened to them.' 'What about first contact?' the captain asked. 'Your primary goal is to find out what happened to the Darwin, and assess the situation regarding first contact from there. Clark out.' The admiral's face disappeared from view, and Harry turned to his first officer, 'Sturek, once the shuttle docks we'll get going. Get the ship ready to move within ten minutes. I'm off to get changed into my uniform, then I'll welcome aboard Grace and T'Rok. We'll convene in the conference room in one hour.' 'Yes, sir,' the commander replied, leaving the captain's ready room and heading to the bridge, where he relayed the captain's orders to the helmsman. Harry looked from his ready room window, and saw the small shape of the shuttle approaching from the distance. He was looking forward to catching up with Grace again, and working with another new crew member. He turned and made for the door, heading to his quarters where he quickly changed into his starfleet uniform, then made his way to shuttlebay three just as the shuttle landed. He tapped his comm badge.... =^= Mr Sturek, the shuttle has landed. Set a course for Crozilon IV, warp seven.......engage=^=
The Nevada turned slightly in space as the helmsman adjusted trajectory, then the warp nacelles glowed and off into the distance she sped........................
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Post by gracemitchell on Sept 6, 2003 23:19:40 GMT
:DAs Grace stepped out ot the shuttlecraft she stood at attention. "Permission to come aboard, sir!" Grace said with a hint of a smile.
"Permission granted. It's good to see you again, Counselor." Harry replied.
Commander Grace Mitchell Counselor, USS Nevada-A
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Post by weeharry on Sept 25, 2003 17:08:29 GMT
As Grace headed for her quarters, which, reassuringly were the same ones as before, Harry said, 'I'll let you get your belongings packed and then we'll convene in the conference room shortly. Looks like we'll have to catch up later.' 'Okay, sir,' she replied, and off she went, while Harry headed for the bridge. As he stepped onto the bridge, Commander Sturek turned, noted his presence, then announced, 'Sir, we are en route to Crozilon IV as per your orders. Our ETA is approximately 5 hours.' 'Very good, commander. Is there anything on long range scans?' 'Nothing too detailed as yet, captain. However, I find it rather unlikely that this is a culture on the threshold of warp travel.' 'Explain,' the captain pressed his First Officer. 'The Starfleet database states the planet to be industrialized, which seems to be true, however, what scans we have been able to conduct at this range show the levels of atmospheric pollution to be consistent with a society that still primarily utilises fossil fuels, and certainly no evidence of even nuclear fusion power.' 'Indeed,' the captain mused thoughtfully, staring absent mindedly at the viewscreen as the stars flashed by while the Nevada powered its way through space at high warp. After a moment, Harry continued, 'what about the USS Darwin? Does she register on sensors?' 'Affirmative sir,' the Vulcan replied, 'she is in a steady orbit around the planet, but as far as we have been able to determine, there are no life signs aboard.' Harry's gaze returned to the viewscreen, then he stated authoritively, 'Mr Cbosdell, contact Starbase and inform them of our progress, then make your way to the conference room,' then he activated the comm system, and ordered all department heads to the meeting immediately.
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The crew sat at the conference table, Harry in his usual place at the head of the table, Sturek to his immediate right, with McDuff and Sharpe beside him, while opposite them sat Yorke, the junior science officer, Shrev, the security chief, Cbosdell, and finally Grace. The captain brought everyone up to date with the mission, then turned the meeting over to his officers... 'I want suggestions on how we proceed people, and soon,' he explained, 'we arrive in orbit around Crozilon IV in less than four hours.'
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Post by Sturek on Oct 1, 2003 14:38:50 GMT
Wind screamed in a rage unheard of; violent, unchained and unforgiving, unleashed by the four corners of the world, the maidens of Fall allowed their tempers to increase to hate’s strength over these waters unseen by man or Vulcan or Bolian or Andorian. An ocean was torn apart by these winds and currents, contradicting each others movements, waves rose high, drops of water swirled up to the grey, grey sky as if they attempted to erect themselves as monuments for this malevolent storm from whom even Mother Nature’s most tempest creatures fled. The skies were empty of birds, instead, its ornaments were clouds, darkened by every shade of grey in existence’s realm and only imagination could give them a shape, for they were as chaotic as the waters below were. Those waters, those fine waters covered in shadows of the clouds overhead, those waters in whose shelter fish went, in whose protective shelter a wreck laid. Deep, deeper, deepest in the sea it was too dark to recognise the inhabitants that were present, creatures shaped in marvellous, innovative ways by ages long and gone. And in between them: a hull, torn and twisted, yet largely intact, by the high levels of pressure upon it, but it wasn’t to be seen in this darkness, it wasn’t… In light, the hull would have revealed its colour, and its colour: it was green. Two kilometres in length this ship, its remnants actually, was, hailing from a planet called Romulus, yet it didn’t hail anyone anymore as it was devoid of life and three-thousand metres below the surface of the turbulent ocean…
Calm waters now. No turbulent emotions in the mind of a Vulcan only order, smooth and fine. Sturek had thought for a moment and revealed those thoughts: ‘Sir, I recommend we avoid contact with the Crozilon and that…’ ‘That shouldn’t prove to be difficult,’ Shrev intervened, Harry gave Shrev a look reminding him of his place in the hierarchy, but his remark was ignored by Sturek who continued undisturbed. ‘…and that we start by scanning the surface of the planet, perhaps we can find residual traces of a warp-engine or warp-related technology while at the same time we send an away team to the Darwin to retrieve the ship’s logs.’ Harry sat nodding, ‘That is a logical course of action. You get your away team assembled and ready when we arrive. Mr Yorke, I assume I can leave the scanning to you without problem?’ ‘No problem at all, sir.’ ‘Good. Sturek who will you be taking along?’ ‘Mr McDuff and mr Shrev along with an extra security officer and, if it convenes mr McDuff, an additional engineer.’ ‘John?’ ‘I can always use an extra hand,’ said McDuff. Again Harry nodded. ‘Well, I don’t think there’s more to be discussed, unless someone has anything to add?
On Crozilon, inland, four hundred kilometres away from the wreck, a man gazed to the stars. Here, the sky was clear and he quickly found the object that had gotten his interest for a few weeks now: the new-born star. But it was not a star; they knew that now, for when they had pointed the most powerful of telescopes on it, it was a structure of some sort: a saucer-like section, the large bars connected to it. Whether it was build by mortal hands or sent by gods, whose existence was being doubted by many, was unclear. However, hopes were high, also on his behalf, that it was soon to be found out: the machine, the apparatus, the thing marked NCC 72563 USS DARWIN would reveal its secrets soon… Fifteen hours remained until Crozilon IV would launch its very first spacecraft and what better way to begin exploring the phenomenon space then by exploring one of its mysteries? ____________________________________________
Commander Sturek
NRPG: Let’s get to Crozilon folks ^_^!
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Post by mcduff on Oct 5, 2003 15:00:40 GMT
Night on Crozilon, or Hiigara as it's called by it's people. A man walks a corridor to a larger room, a room filled with devices never seen by a human soul, or any other race among the worlds known to us for that matter. The picture on the triangular monitor the man is looking at now however, hás been seen before... a circular object with two lengthened tubes connected to a longer structure on one side. The latest picture of the heavenly ship, a home for the gods. A shape better known to the people of the federation as a Nova class exploration vessel. The man stares at some luminescant sheets, the bioluminescant ink on the sheets shows close-ups of the markings on the gods home, NCC 72563, USS Darwin, no hiigaran could decipher their meaning. The man glanced at the large projection on a wall of the darkened room, no change in the picture had been observed for weeks, the object was fixed in what seemed to be a geostationary orbit around the planet. Suddenly the projection lit up, a bright flash across the room. The first change in the picture since it's appearance was about to turn the room into chaos. People were amassing, whithin minutes over 12 hiigarans were looking at the new shape visible next to the godship. It was a larger but similar shape, a little more elongated. Powerfull telescopes were commanded from the room's stations. People were jumping to conclusions, others were watching their displays silently. The man from the night shift isolated more markings on the second object... NCC 750074-A, USS Nevada... He stared at them for a while, before issuing a distrans message to the head of the space project.
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Post by weeharry on Oct 6, 2003 20:18:56 GMT
Rick turned in his chair and addressed the captain....
'We are in orbit around Crozilon IV, sir. We've matched the orbit of the Darwin.'
'Very good, Mr Sharpe,' the captain then turned to his ops officer, 'Mr Cbosdell, scan the Darwin. Any life signs?'
The young officer's fingers flashed around his control panel, moments later he replied, 'negative, sir. No life signs whatsoever. All ship's systems appear operational. Life support, warp engines all seem to be online.'
'A regular Marie Celeste...' mused Grace.
'Indeed, Counselor,' the captain replied, then turning to his first officer, 'Mr Sturek....assemble your away team and see if you can access the Darwin's logs, let's see if we can unravel this mystery.'
As Sturek and Shrev left the bridge to form the away team, the captain spoke once again to Cbosdell, 'begin detailed scans of the planet. Look for human life signs, or anything else out of the ordinary that would explain the crew's disappearance.'
'Aye sir.'
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The dim interior of the bridge of the USS Darwin shone brightly as the sparkling lights of transporter beams appeared as if from nowhere, within them the forms of Sturek and his companions, quickly solidifying as the irridescence of the transporter effect faded, leaving the away team standing on the command deck of the deserted science vessel........................
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Post by Sturek on Oct 8, 2003 13:47:07 GMT
Shrev was quick to grab his tricorder and scanned the bridge plus the surrounding compartments, the adjacent rooms. He stopped after a few seconds. ‘Well, the Nevada’s sensors weren’t malfunctioning when they recorded no bio-signs over here.’ Upon that notification, all stood at ease and swarmed across the bridge to glance at the consoles. ‘I guess we download the sensor logs then?’ McDuff inquired, looking at his first officer. ‘That would be a logical course of action.’ Sturek paced across the bridge towards the operations console. ‘The captain’s logs appear to be intact. I doubt it would be a problem accessing them.’ ‘At least then we’ll know what happened here…’ Shrev said while walking around the bridge, casting his eyes on every square inch of it. ‘Somehow I don’t expect any trouble from a security point of view.’ ‘No,’ McDuff answered, rubbing his hands as he noticed something of interest, ‘but it looks like I’ve got something in my field of expertise! Look at this…’ Sturek turned to McDuff and made a few steps to see what he was pointing at. McDuff shook his head. ‘Commander, the neural gel-packs don’t have any gel in them. That’s really odd. It means we can’t access neither the sensor data, nor the crew’s logs from here, which means I’ve just been given something to do around here.’ Sturek looked at McDuff, tilting his head. ‘Should I congratulate you with that?’ McDuff smiled. ‘If I wouldn’t know better, I’d say you’re developing a sense of humour. Of course, that couldn’t be, could it?’ ‘I’m afraid not. You’ll have to abandon your hopes.’ Shrev laughed, before saying with irony: ‘Yeah, humour doesn’t go hand in hand with logic. Imagine what a party that makes a Vulcan family reunion?’ Laughing along with Shrev, McDuff saw Sturek was about to make a remark. ‘I have to point out…’ the Vulcan started, but McDuff finished the sentence. ‘Let me guess, commander: Vulcans don’t do family reunions.’ Hands behind his back, Sturek replied. ‘Rarely.’ ‘That isn’t very surprising, sir. Naturally, you also care little about surprises.’ ‘There is indeed little logic behind surprises.’ ‘I’d love to talk about logic with you for hours, but I’d better get those sensor logs out of the computer, so if you’d excuse me…’ ‘Of course,’ Sturek responded, ‘but please keep me informed of your progress.’ The engineer nodded: ‘Yes sir.’ And he was on his way, taking his college along. After McDuff left Shrev asked for Sturek’s attention. ‘What is it?’ ‘Now, I’m familiar with these kind of ships, and I know for certain that there’s supposed to be decorative wood over here… you can see that it’s gone, without any apparent damage done.’ ‘Interesting… Very interesting.’ ‘Quite.’ After examining the piece of wall for a while, Sturek concluded the tricorder data was inconclusive so he headed towards the captain’s ready room. ‘Mr. Shrev, I will be in the captain’s ready room, reviewing his log entries.’ Shrev acknowledged that and took a seat as, for the moment being, he didn’t have anything better to do and he started staring at where the wood had once been.
The computer beeped when Sturek activated it. As he had observed earlier, the logs were intact. He quickly started reading them, becoming more intrigued as he advanced through the entries.
‘Sir, did you find something there?’ a curious Shrev asked, simultaneously jumping of his chair as Sturek came out of the room he had been in. ‘The warp signature they were to investigate was Romulan.’ ‘Romulan?!?’ ‘Yes, there apparently was some debris in orbit, which they beamed aboard. That was where the log ends.’ Sturek tapped his combadge. ‘McDuff here.’ ‘This is commander Sturek, I’ve found something intriguing in the logs. The crew beamed debris of a Romulan ship onboard.’ ‘A Romulan ship?!?! Was that the warp signature long-range sensors picked up?’ ‘That is a correct assumption. Can you retrieve the transporter log from where you are now?’ ‘I’m at the central computer core. It ought to be here, and otherwise, I’d be a pretty crappy engineer if I couldn’t retrieve it elsewhere.’ ‘You know what to do then. Sturek out.’
The gauges in the cockpit, they trembled as the engines, the massive engines ignited, their furious fire pushing the ship up, towards where the stars were. ‘We have lift-off!’ an exited voice shouted. ‘Speed and altitude, all according to plan!’ ‘Establishing an orbit.’ ‘Prepare to leave orbit, and head for the ship.’ ‘Thrusters ready’ ‘Now!’ ‘The ship is in sight, heading straight at it!’ ‘Good, good! Estimated time to arrival: 2 minutes and 16 seconds,’ another said. In the control room anxiety was high, what would they find on the vessel marked USS Darwin?
‘Captain!’ Yorke yelled, his eyes directed towards the planet on the viewer, ‘We’ve got a problem and we can’t intercept it anymore…’
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Post by Sturek on Oct 29, 2003 15:42:29 GMT
‘Can you see where they boarded?’ asked Sturek. Shrev nervously tapped the controls on the security console before returning a look, his face expressing worry. ‘Mr Shrev?’ ‘Sir,’ Shrev sighed, ‘they’re on deck three, only two sections away from the armoury… If they stumble across it, we’re in for some trouble.’ Sturek looked to the floor, thinking carefully what steps to take, but he ended up deciding to tap his combadge. ‘Sturek to the Nevada.’ ‘Nevada here, this is the captain.’ ‘They’ve entered the ship, sir. What course of action do you recommend?’ Silence and the interference, a sun’s ferocity, manifested in solar flares whipped across the system, its charged particles scrambling communications and sensors every now and then. Weeharry’s voice returned. ‘I’m giving you permission to stun them. When you’ve done that, get them back to their craft and disconnect them from the ship. They ought to go back to their planet then.’ ‘I agree: they can’t stay here that long. Sturek out.’ A quick warning was sent out to McDuff who was still applying his aptitude for mechanics on the ship’s transporter logs. All then went to deck 3 to meet their foes… ‘Mr Shrev, please lead the way.’ Sturek drew his phaser and both McDuff and Shrev followed his example, Shrev then nodding and carefully walking before the others, his phaser aiming in the direction of the tricorder being held in the other hand. A minute later he gestured the other two to halt. ‘Around this corner, sir,’ the Andorian whispered. ‘Alright, on my mark,’ Sturek announced. After three long seconds, he nodded and the three jumped around the corner taking aim. The two Crozilon men stood astonished as they were being targeted and fired upon, but quickly recovered from the shock and ran of, but not before McDuff hit one of them. The other drew a gun of some sort and returned fire, then took his companion and entered the nearest room. ‘After them,’ Sturek ordered. ‘Aye sir,’ McDuff said, but after that, a ghastly silence set in… Shrev didn’t respond. McDuff kneeled besides the body of Shrev, making a quick examination. He sighed and stood up. ‘Dead, sir.’ ‘Mr McDuff, contact the Nevada and inform them of our situation. Also ask counselor Mitchell to come over. It is only logical to request her assistance.’ ‘Yes sir.’ Later, on the Nevada, Weeharry offered Chris Majeski a seat in his ready room and began talking. ‘Lt, I’m hereby promoting you to Chief tactical and security officer for the duration of this mission. After consulting with my first officer, you were our first choice for this assignment and we expect you to do excellent in this function and if you do, we’ll make this a permanent solution. Congratulations for now.’ ‘Thank you sir,’ Majeski barely got the words out of his mouth, he had finally gotten what he longed for so much: a chance to prove what he was worth… OFF Ok, this is quite a crappy post, I know, but I didn’t have time to do any better, sorry about that. I’m happy to report we’ve got a new CTSO : Chris Majeski will be filling that position as of now, so a warm welcome for him then
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Post by haldir on Oct 29, 2003 18:18:22 GMT
This is just a Shorty Post I'll write a biggy when i get home just to intro duce my character
Majeski was quite happy now he was Chief of securtity .. As an Elf he lived a long time he seen a lot of things but now he was looking at he new security gaurds.. all elves but the biggest disapointment was they were all cream puffs
He looked at the first one and reconized his younger brother Rumil he stood in front of rumil and looked him up and down "Stand up straight you look like a slouching slob" Rumil only gave him a dirty look and tried to stand up straighter
Letting out a sigh he knew shaping him up is gonna be a difficult task
Then he looked at the ones in the back holding their phaser rifles like they where going to fall asleep
He turned to look at Captian Harry who was stading behind him "This is my securtiy detail? they are soft lazy is it alright if I can order in my own specialty team from the marines I fought along side thenm before I know how they will react in combat"
"be my guest these are your own guard use don't use em abuse em blow them out a photon torpedo tube if you please, but remeber I know you hate humans as they tried to eraticate you kind long ago but this is the best we can do in such short order for you" Captain Harry said
Majeski looked at his brother "That....is the best in short order?"
Harry only rose an eyebrow "You don't like your brother do you?"
"No I don't" Majeski said "Dismissed he called to his team"
Harry looked at Majeski "You want a new team don't you"
"They are off world elves" Majeski said "the laziest of the bunch, I seen half of them run from fights before , the ones on earth would't dare even think of it, They know no fear pain yes, fear no"
Captian harry let out a sigh "Do with them as you please but just remeber this was the best starfleet could gives us on such short notice"
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Post by mcduff on Nov 12, 2003 12:37:25 GMT
=^= McDuff to Nevada, captain… we lost Shrev. You’d better send Grace and the doctor here.
McDuff walked over to the stunned Crozilon on the floor. He was wearing some kind of pressurized suit and carried some sort of handgun. After picking it up and examining it, McDuff pulled out what looked like a clip with chemically propelled bullets in it, connected to the side of the barrel.
Captain we could also use some more security personnel, the Crozilons are armed with some kind of projectile weapons. Allright commander, we’re transporting Grace with a mobile EMH emitter to your location, along with Lt. Majeski to replace Shrev. Be careful out there commander. Yes sir, McDuff out. =^=
When Commander Mitchell and Lt. Majeski beamed over Sturek quickly informed the security officer of the tactical situation while Grace activated the doctor. “Please state the nature of the medical emergency”, the doctor said as was expected from his programming. McDuff turned towards him and explained what happened, upon which the doctor scanned the Andorian with his tricorder. “Perforation of the upper artery chamber, if we transport him quickly I might be able to operate and revive before brain death occurs, Andorians are pretty resilient you know” Sturek moved over to Grace and the doctor when he overheard the doctor’s diagnosis. “Commander, see to it. McDuff, come with us. The Crozilons are in the cartography lab, as they have proven hostile we can’t just get them off the ship anymore. We should try to apprehend them”
With Majeski and a compression phaser rifle in front, the three bridge officers started walking towards the USS Darwin’s astrometrics lab, while Grace contacted the Nevada in the background where she Shrev and the doctor – or rather his emitter – transported away to the Nevada. In front of the door the Crozilons disappeared through McDuff reached for his tricorder to see where in the room they were, to his astonishment the men were not there. “Commander, they are not inside astrometrics”, McDuff started. Sturek also looked at his tricorder, pushing some buttons he extended the range beyond the room. “They are in Jeffriestube 25A, close to engineering.” “That’s not good, there is a lot they shouldn’t see in there”, McDuff said to the Vulcan. “That does it”, Lt. Majeski said while walking into astrometrics. While locking on to the alien biosigns with the internal sensors he ordered a site-to-site transport to the computer, excluding the weapons from rematerialization. After that he turned to the commanders behind him – “I beamed them into the Darwin’s brig.” - “A logical solution, good thinking lieutenant”, Sturek said after a few seconds silence. Nevada’s first officer then tapped his commbadge =^= Captain, we have the Crozilons incarcerated in the brig. What are your orders?
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 14, 2003 23:08:02 GMT
Grace, Shrev and the EMH materialized in sickbay. The doctor began issuing orders to medical perssonal, while Grace stared at Shrev's wound, she was paralysed.
Grace began to remember things. Shrev's wound was created by a bullet, Grace's mind was in the past with a memory of a hospital trauma room. A kid had just come in on an ambulance with a gunshot wound to the upper chest. It was too late the medical persona were unable to save the kid. It was Grace's unenviable task to inform the kids parents, after doing so, Grace went to the doctors lounge and cried.
As Grace came back to her surroundings, she realized she was crying. Grace wiped her eyes and stepped in to help the doctor but was immediately hit with a vision. "Romulans. Underwater. Stormy."
Grace came out of her vision with some medical personal looking at her like she was crazy, she ignored them, touched her com badge "Counselor Mitchell to bridge". "This is the Captain, Grace. What do you know about Shrev?" Harry asked. "The doctor is still working on him sir but I just had a vision. Nothing specific just images of a Romulam ship, underwater and a storm." Grace comtinued "Perhaps scanning the oceans on the planet may uncover something." "Very well, Grace. Good to havve your visions back." Harry said. "We will keep you informed on Mr Shrev's condition, sir. Mitchell out."
Commander 1st Class Grace Mitchell Counselor, USS Neveda-A
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Post by Sturek on Nov 18, 2003 19:52:13 GMT
Irregular. Breath and heartbeat. All driven by the suspense of emotions, fired up by those angels or demons (or whatever they may be) chasing him. Refuge in heroism? What fool was he to believe in such things, so subjective, so untouchable? Had not culture prohibited him to go to such lengths? Unwittingly he had invited fear to take his hand and led him into nightmares anew. Beginning and ending: lost along the way. Ration as well, allowing that fear mentioned earlier to roam free (reign!) in that disordered minds, with no dams to contain a new outbreak of sweat. He had been plunged into the pit of anxiety and where were his gods and goddesses now? In his time of need, none proved to be available. Despair. What again, in the name of the souls on the world he had left behind, was the thin line between love and hate, between optimism and pessimism, between naivety and scepticism to walk along? Oh how his senses were failing him now! All motion came to a silent end, the death of attempt to flee from the unknown. So numb, so paralysed, could he ever move a limb again? If only he could hasten away from that very same unknown he had been so eager to explore, but he had come to fear so much… His sight then faded: was this life’s end? Three walls surrounded the man from Crozilon IV, a transparent forcefield formed the fourth barrier, floor and ceiling left in disregard. His life’s end wasn’t what the Federation officers had aimed for.
“Captain,” the sound of doors closing filled the sickbay when Shrev said these words, “thank you for seeing me.” Harry took position, letting his eyes take consolidation with the floor after having seen Shrev. The Andorian looked paler than his usual blue skin-tone and that was, all facts taken into account, not altogether a very surprising sight. Harry nodded, for a moment forcing a smile on his face. It wasn’t a pleasant thing to look at: an officer he had worked with for a time so lengthy. “The EMH told me your condition is stable. Your life is no longer in danger. I can’t say how glad I am to having heard that.” “Yes,” Shrev confirmed, swallowing his emotions away, or at least making an attempt to, “but I’ll need more surgery before I’ve regained all my physical functions. The doc said the bullet was unlike any he was familiar with, it somehow broke into pieces… or… something like that, damaging practically all my organs.” “Luckily, that’s nothing we can’t fix.” Harry tried to express hope for the future with that remark, yet his appearance may not have been showing that off too clearly. It was very difficult to give hope to a person lying about so helplessly, the emotional strain was severe and it would probably be so that situations like this one would never become part of a routine. Better that way perhaps, Harry thought. “A few weeks and all the physical damage will be undone, quite so… yes… but there is another form of damage that will take a lot longer to undo, sir.” Harry knew what Shrev was getting at, but before his minds objections could be put into words, Shrev went on: “The mental damage I’ve suffered… that’ll take months to get over. I can tell you that I’m swallowing a great deal of pride admitting all this, but the shock was more that I could and can handle right now, even though I’ve been around for so long and even I’ve seen this happening to others more than once…” Shrev’s sight became blurred and clouded, the omens of tears to come. And they would come. Shrev took a breath, trying to dispose of the demons of his mind and for once, for one sparse moment, drenched in oddity, floating on absurdity, he wished he could bury his emotions like any Vulcan could do so easily. “Sir,” tears rolled over his cheeks, “I’m resigning my commission with Starfleet.” Harry didn’t know what way to look. “I don’t know what to say, I mean… I…” “That’s ok, sir. I just want you to know that from my behalf, it was an honour serving with you, on the Nevada. I took great pleasure in serving here.” “With all sincerity, that’s a mutual sentiment, Shrev.” A minute passed in silence, but then Harry slowly moved away from the bed, as both he and Shrev knew the call of duty beckoned him to the bridge. And just before Harry turned round, chin in his chest, Shrev called his name. “Harry… don’t worry, you’ve still got quite a few days to think of the right words to say.” A smile came on Harry’s face as made a final look at Shrev, seeing him smiling too and indeed, he sought for the right words to say, but found none. Logical. How could any word be subtle enough for fragile but beautiful painting of emotions he was standing in front of?
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 24, 2003 1:18:46 GMT
Grace watched the exchange between Harry and Shrev. She could feel both men's pain, Grace searched for Shrev's thoughts and was saddened by his thinking that he was letting the Captain and crew down. She also searched for Harry's mind knowing what she would find. Harry was thinking how he had let Shrev down, which was exactly what she knew he would be thinking. Grace used her telepathy "Harry, it is okay. You did the best you could under the circumstances. You'll get another chance later to help Shrev through this time. Right now I will do what I do best." "Thanks Grace. It's good to have you back, I know you will help Shrev." Harry thought.
Grace turned to Shrev and began to start his mental healing process, getting him to talk about his experience.
After an hour of talking with Shrev, Grace began to get another vision, the vision was one of Commander Sturek and the away team. In a trance Grace began to speak incoherently "Sturek. McDuff. Brig. Stranger. Behind." As she came out of her trance Grace sent a mental message to McDuff "John, behind you!"
McDuff didn't flinch, he began to turn to look behind him when a flash caught his eye, he pushed Sturek out of the way, when a projectile narrowly missed both of them. The projectile struck the forcefield with little damage, the assailant took off and McDuff and Sturek took chase.
Commander Grace Mitchell Counselor, USS Nevada-A
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Post by weeharry on Nov 25, 2003 23:00:14 GMT
As McDuff and Sturek chased their assailant, the first officer tapped his comm badge.... =^=Mr. Yorke', he authoratively intoned, 'how did our sensors fail to register another Crozilon life form?=^=
The Australian accent of the science officer quickly replied, =^= Sir, there seems to be a lot of solar radiation in the system. I think our sensors have been affected....a lot of ghost images keep appearing and disappearing. We're also finding it tricky to keep an accurate tranporter lock on the away team's signals. I'm doing my best to minimise interference=^= =^=Keep us informed if you find any other Crozilon's aboard. We're endeavoring to detain this one. Sturek out.=^=
Back on the Nevada's bridge the captain cursed inwardly. The First Contact with Crozilon should never have happened in the first place, and that it had involved the death of one of the planet's inhabitants as well as the incarceration of another and an exchange of fire with yet another was maddening. Not to mention the mortal wounding of Shrev, while the communique he had received from Command while the away team were chasing the Crozilons around the Darwin requesting the immediate departure of Mr Majeski to Starbase Bellicose only complicated matters. One other thing gnawed at his brain.... Grace's visions were seldom wrong, and the fact that she had seen Romulans underwater was a concern to him.....hadn't the sensors picked up traces of exchange of fire with a Romulan vessel on the Darwin.
Enough was enough...he addressed Lt. Cbosdell, 'Can you get a lock on the renegade Crozilon that Sturek and McDuff are pursuing? Beam him directly to the Darwin's brig. Once you've done that get the away team back. If the solar radiation interferes with things just take your time, but I want no further mishaps, understood?' 'Aye sir.' Shortly afterwards, the lieutenant announced that the Crozilon had been deposited in the brig of the Darwin, then shortly afterwards the away team arrived on the bridge. The captain stood and walked towards his ready room, 'Mr Majeski, with me.' The security officer followed, leaving the other senior staff members puzzled as to what the captain was saying to him, but a few minutes later the officer returned, 'I've been urgently transferred, I must leave immediately. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to get to know you all better, but orders are orders.' He bowed his head and entered the turbolift as Harry emerged from his ready room. 'It's time I went over to speak to our friends on the Darwin to try and clean up this situation. Mr Yorke, go to sickbay and assist the EMH examine the dead Crozilonian. We need to see if we can alter their memory engrams to erase any memory of contact with us. Their society is not advanced enough to cope with First Contact with us. Have Counselor Mitchell join me in the transporter room.' He turned to address Sturek, 'We have a final year cadet aboard serving out her Academy tenure. Have her join us in the transporter room, she can provide the security while the counselor and I try to salvage some semblance of order from this botched First Contact. If the EMH and Mr Yorke can't help with the memory wipe we'll have to think of something else.' Finally the captain spoke to McDuff... 'John. I want you to do something else for me...reconfigure the sensors to scan for tachyon emissions. I have a feeling there may be someone else here who haven't made their presence known to us. Sturek, you have the bridge.' As the Captain set off for the transporter room, the chief engineer looked to the first officer with raised eyebrows, 'Tachyon emissions? A cloaked ship?' 'That would seem to be the logical assumption John,' the Vulcan replied, looking thoughtfully out of the view screen at the black vastness of space, wondering himself if indeed they did have company.................
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Post by Sturek on Jan 23, 2004 16:59:29 GMT
Slowly pacing the ship towards the mess, Grace and Sturek went, a conversation soon coming to be after the spark given life to it. Perhaps the ease with which it came was surprising; weren’t Vulcans known for their introvert personalities? Perhaps the surprise was none. There was existence, there was life. A utopia for those who wish to be astounded the universe was. More remarkable than the dreams and words created by those dwelling it, for they were made of all the substances the universe was. Not held in its arms, all life, all existence was the progeny coming forth from the marriage Time and Space had sealed so long ago, none remembered it. It couldn’t be broken, for it was as eternal as they wanted it to be. What simplicity held it all together? What was the secret held within its mind? Perhaps it is so simple that a sentient mind is too complex to ever unravel it; maybe the answer is meaningless or maybe it is meaningful, whatever it may be, whatever the beholder sees in the universe, utopia or distopia, beauty or hideousness, blessing or curse: it is the wonder that allows a thought to arise, it is the wonder that allows a word to be spoken… And thus, words came to be: “Can I ask you a question?” “Certainly,” Sturek replied. “I’ve always wanted to know this… Don’t you ever wish you had emotions? It’s just so hard to imagine a life without them.” “At certain moments, I reckon, the ability to experience emotion would be welcome, yes.” “…and at which moments would that be?” “When I’m reading,” Sturek said as he appeared to sink away in thoughts, grasping within his memories for an example. “When I was on the Academy there was a cadet I stood on friendly terms with, a human. He was very fond of Earth’s classic literature and one his favorites was a short poem. I have by now forgotten the name of the writer, I only know it was an Italian, from about 24 centuries ago. He named it so often I still recall the lines: ‘I hate and I love; why I do these both you may wonder? / I do not know, yet I can feel it happening and it tears me apart.’ Those words mean absolutely nothing to me. To love, to hate… both feelings I do not know. At best I can appreciate someone’s company, which is as far as it goes. Any book written about those and all other feelings, emotions… I cannot comprehend them, they are meaningless, and all I can come to admire are the aesthetics.” “And you wouldn’t ever want those words to become meaningful? To know what they are about?” Grace was surprised to hear this. Though she had known Vulcans for such a lengthy period of time, this was the first time she had ever had a conversation like this one with any of them. “No. Though I do not know what I’m missing, or what I’m spared for that matter, I believe in the principles of logic Vulcan society is based on. It is our philosophy, out way of life even. As I’ve never known emotions, I can’t miss them.” <Grace, if you want to add anything, please do.>
The horizon was everywhere, stretched out so far it had become all that was seen. Constellations, manifestations of nature’s temperament; all within the three dimensions were the horizon’s wealth, thus it guarded all, becoming the black void between stars, no longer being the dividing line between sea and air. No more would it bear the name horizon: it had become space, it had become the three dimensions in which it lay. Straight and bend, wide and far. And within its velvet-soft hand, a ship, and within the ship a bridge. “Captain,” McDuff sounded clear through the intercom, “sensors are ready. We should get clear readings within a half a million kilometer radius after that… no guaranty on the accuracy.” “That’s good enough. Bring them online. I’m curious to see if we’ve got some eavesdroppers out there.” “As am I, sir,” said Sturek. “Mr. Yorke... let’s see what we’ve got here.”
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Post by mcduff on Jan 25, 2004 17:10:41 GMT
All watched the viewscreen on the bridge while the image started to change. McDuff was in the sensor lab, the hologrid around the elevated platform with the sensor controls displayed a three-dimensional representation of what the sensors registered. On the viewscreen the bridge crew saw a greenish glow getting stronger all over the picture. The captain talked to the CEO over the open channel. "We don't see anything here John, just a background amount of tachyon particles. Do you see anything in the lab?" McDuff ran the data through the astrometrical computer, which unleashed it's analytical subroutines on the sensor readings. Displaying results in a flattened projection over the 3D image on the grid. "Nothing here either, I'm starting to think there's nothing out... hold on... a slight elevation in tachyon emissions, dead ahead. It's to weak to show up on any image, even in the hologrid's resolution. Standby captain, running recognition subroutines. It's no ordinary cloak, nothing Romulan anyway... OK, this is weird. It registers as a federation cloak." On the bridge Sturek looked upon the captain. "The federation interphasic cloaking technology was outlawed by the second treaty of Algeron. No federation vessel, starfleet or otherwise, is allowed to carry this kind of technology." -"Indeed commander, this is sort of unsettling. John, can you scan for phase-variation in front of us?" "Already on it captain, give me a minute", McDuff responded from the sensorlab. The minute became one-and-a-half, suspense amongst everyone was growing. Afther being made public in the Pegasus-incident, the use of federation cloaking technology could have a profoundly dangerous effect on the federation's relation with the Romulans and other races involved in the ruling on Algeron. Not to mention the danger of a claoking device, enabling the carrying ship to pass through any matter, fallen into hands not answering to the federation. Suddenly the sensor data started to change, the global shape of a small vessel became visible in front of the two federation starships. But a few seconds later the sensor enhancements were no longer needed. "Captain, small vessel decloaking dead ahead", mr Yorke called. "It seems we got their attention." "I know that ship captain!", McDuff sounded over the intercom -"Yes... I know what you mean", the captain responded, immediately thinking about the Nevada-A's first mission. "Come up here commander, we don't seem to need the recalibrated sensors anymore." "We're being hailed captain", ops sounded. -"Open" =^= On the viewscreen appeared a eerily familiar face. "Hello Harry, nice to see you again. Captain is it? Well well, and a lot of new faces you've got there." -"Clade", Harry said while giving the section 31 operative a grim look. "You remeber me, i'm flattered. Oh and if it isn't my friend the engineer entering the scene, I must complement your work on your sensors John, I didn't see that coming." -"Give me one good reason not to blow up that shuttle of yours Clade. What the hell are you doing around a deserted federation starship orbiting a pre-warp civilisation's planet." "You don't have the abilities to destroy this ship captain, and for our precense here, i'm afraid I can't disclose that information. All you currently need to know is that you are to leave this system immediately by the order of Section 31 and the Romulan Tal'Shiar, or I will destroy you, and you'll understand I can." (off) How's that for a surprise? For anyone not remembering the Nevada-A's first mission, or anyone who wasn't aboard yet then, have a look at the mission logs on our website, http://uss_nevada.tripod.com/.
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Post by Sturek on Jan 25, 2004 18:42:59 GMT
Cool plot twist
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Post by Sturek on Jan 30, 2004 19:14:51 GMT
There was calmness. For the calmness was the stars that stood steadily still in the sky, they did move, Terra Firma did, whether it was natural or artificial, it was in motion, always and never. The stars were still, they were calmness, for slow was their motion and soothing their stare which all knew as the light perceived by their observing eye, or as that which is, with a less warm heart, described coldly in the formulas and laws of physics. They were still, they were calm the stars and their light and warmth were their outstretched hands reaching all who wished to be seen out of the shadows and they presented to them, gracious and gratefully accepted by most, the gift of life. True silence they were also (though that is an illusion, a hallucination if it may), noise they did not bring forth, for sound, unless sweet like the symphonies chanted by nature’s creations, unless harmonious like the singing of the wind of October when seducing the leaves to fall from the tree to be caressed in the arms of autumn. Yet the sounds of the stars were so much sweeter than whatever mentioned before, for they were inspired and brought forth by calmness and thus they were so beautiful none of mortal kind could ever hear them. There was calmness.
There was fury. For with an uncontrolled temperament the fires of the star burned, constantly consuming, conquering and devouring whatever elements, dormant and awake, lay inside its core. And on its surface, there was, too, utter fury. It was equal to where winds screamed, in the most angered of storms, in a rage unheard of; violent, unchained and unforgiving, unleashed by the four corners of the world, the maidens of Fall allowed their tempers to increase to hate’s strength over these stellar fires by furies unbound spirit reigned. Alike an ocean torn apart by winds and currents, contradicting each others movements; where waves rose high, drops of water swirled up to the grey, grey sky as if they attempted to erect themselves as monuments for the malevolent storm, fury ever-present, from who even Mother Nature’s most tempest creatures fled. Alike and ocean with the skies above empty of birds, instead, its ornaments were those storm clouds, darkened by every shade of grey in existence’s realm and only imagination could give them a shape, for they were as chaotic as the waters below were. Thus the fury was. Alike the star’s attempts to bring, in the day’s last hours and its first ones, its fires to the sky: ever persistent, never to cease trying, always present. There was fury.
The light of this star reached Sturek’s eye, being the spark that gave birth to a flood of thoughts as there was calmness in the form of the stars outside and the emptiness in between, and these thoughts came to be, it was logic calling to abandon them. And as he remembered his heritage, he found himself in a ship. “All senior officers, please report to the observation lounge.” It was no longer logic calling, it were orders calling. Having, then, hastened to observation lounge, for loyalty meant following orders, he became seated and an inevitable question arose: “What on Earth is going on around here?”
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Post by haldir on Feb 20, 2004 5:04:44 GMT
Since Rin was so short she had to sit on a few books in the observation lounge chairs so she could at least sit over the table
Captain Harry looked at the odd sight , he blinked at her ears resembeld a cat twitched and wondered how he ended up with her his Ops officer she had to be no more than 11 or 12
"Lt Rin what exactly happend out there"
*sorry I've been hog tied for a bit, I'll try and post more often*
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Post by Sturek on Feb 26, 2004 19:11:41 GMT
“Captain, or any of you who’ve met this, I’m extremely curious to learn about mister Clade,” Sturek said, in manner formally and in tone Vulcan, as it had always been. “And of course, the question within me arose: what to do about this matter? My assumption is that confronting Section 31 is quite a challenge not to mention an unfair fight.”
OOC: Sorry for the shortness of this post… finding it difficult to think of anything good.
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Post by mcduff on Mar 25, 2004 13:18:48 GMT
The older Steamrunner class starship was shimmering out of view. While half-cloaked, four quantum torpedoes impacted its engineering section. A large explosion followed, and then there was a schematic of a well-known sovereign class vessel. Lights went up, the ship’s engineer walked out of his corner next to the view screen, having the full attention of everyone in the conference room. “This was a recording from the Nevada-A’s sensors at the moment of the old Nevada’s destruction, on the padds in front of each of you I have included a transcript of all communications and command crew dialogue and a sensor report from Valiant’s sensor array. Whilst disabled, it picked up some interesting data about Clade’s phasecloak.” ”The data matches the scans we made this morning”, Sturek said while McDuff sat down at the conference table. The captain stood up with the padd in his hand, as he was one of the people who was there about a year ago he didn’t really look at it. He just held it in his hand while looking out the conference room’s aft facing windows. The Crozilon sun was just a little larger than the rest. “So he’s back, and with the Tal’Shiar’s help this time. Any luck getting through to Starfleet?” the captain said while turning around to face his senior staff. “Communications still seem to be blocked, we are trying to determine the nature and origin of the jamming signal”, Sturek replied. “Concentrate on that for the moment, with the Romulans involved we need to get some feedback from Starfleet. Also work with John on that cloaking system, see what you can do with Valiant and Nevada’s sensor logs. I also suggest everyone gets up to speed with section 31 and Clade and our previous encounter, there have been some encounters with section 31 during the Dominion war on DS9, the logs should be in the database. That’s all for now, dismissed.” While on his way to the sensor lab McDuff stopped at the officer's lounge. No-one was here and the lights were off, except for one spotlight in a small seperate room. In the light was a dedication plaque, damaged and blackened, but the most important part was readable. "USS Ne.ada, NCC 7..074" and "Steamr..ner cl..s". Standing with his back against the small memorial room's wall John thought about the old Nevada. It was smaller than his first assignment, but nonetheless a ship he missed, if that was the right way to say it. Probably the ship he missed most. And now a possible opportunity to face the one responsible again was presenting itself. Could it be possible? Could the crew of the Nevada get it's... 'revenge'? "Deep thoughts commander?" John looked up. He never heard the captain come in. "Just some memories" The captain's look turned towards the dedication plaque on the wall, "She was a fine ship..." - "That she was captain, that she was..." John responded while turning towards the door. "I'll be in the sensor lab, sir." And he walked off with an undefinable look on his face. (off) Cmdr. Sturek, taking your being a Vulcan and Star Trek history into account I figured you’re dubbing for science officer. Let me know if it’s ok, otherwise I’ll change the post. Oh and let’s all be a bit more active (myself included), we seem to attract some top brass attention. ;D
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Post by Sturek on Apr 10, 2004 20:00:50 GMT
Suddenly the screen popped on again. It was the face of Clade making an appearance once more. “He forced himself onto the screen, sir.” Rin looked puzzled. Clade then spoke: “I’m running out of patience and out of options here, Weeharry. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded, stand down all stations and all weapons.” “Where did this change of mind come from? You strike me as rather nervous,” Weeharry observed coldly, but the answer was equally cold. “You’re in no right to make any smart observations. Comply to my demands or I’ll have them met by force!” “Why, I’m on my way out already as you wanted,” Weeharry spread his arms as if excusing himself.” “Not good enough anymore. Lower your shields! I won’t say it again.” “Put the screen off.” Rin did as his was told. “Sir?” Sturek asked after the planet had returned to the viewscreen. The lights flickered and the ship rocked. “What the hell? We’re loosing power!” “This is going to get messy. Inu-Neko, arm your security teams and have them set up defences around engineering. Rin, transfer all bridge controls to engineering and encrypt everything up here. John,” Weeharry continued over the comm, “get emergency power up! Sickbay, prepare for casualties. All hands, this is the captain speaking, prepare to be boarded arm yourselfs and retreat to the engineering deck.” Franticly the ship’s crew rushed all over the bridge, the decks, the corridors. “Sir,” Sturek said, “are the shuttles’ power supplies being depleted as well?” “Rin?” “No, sir. But all main power is gone now. Shields and weapons are offline.” “Then,” Sturek suggested, “might we not use their transporters to take a detachement of security forces to their ship? They’re shields ought to be done if the wish to board us.” “It may be the one shot we’ve got at getting ourselves out of here alive...” Weeharry pondered the possibilities, when Rin reported the inevitable. “Deck 3 reports intruders, sir.”
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Post by weeharry on Apr 13, 2004 13:54:08 GMT
Harry went over to a munitions locker and took a phase rifle, then he addressed the other officers...
'The idea of using shuttle transporters to beam over to their ship sounds good to me.... commander sturek, you have command until my return'
The implications of the captain's orders needed no explanation to the vulcan first officer, who replied 'Sir, if an away mission is required your place is here aboard the Nevada.' 'I'm well aware of that my friend, but it's time I settled the issue of Mr. Clade once and for all. It's quite clear that the deaths of the USS Darwin's crew were as a result of whatever weapon has been developed by Section 31 and the Tal'Shiar. The consequences of that particular union is a matter for another day. I have to put an end to this before it goes any further. I won't order anyone to accompany me as this is a dangerous assignment, but i need someone to watch my back......'
The captain looked at his senior officers, then one of them replied, 'I'm with you captain.'
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 28, 2005 12:58:45 GMT
Harry turned and looked in the direction of the voice, even though he knew who it was. "Thank you, Grace. Let's go and keep your mind on alert!"
Grace took a phaser rifle as well "Aye, Captain."
"Let's get going Grace. The rest of you, defend the ship." That said, Harry and Grace headed for the shuttle's transporter.
The rest of the senior staff watched them leave.
John said quietly "Good luck!"
ooc: more later!
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 1, 2005 1:12:18 GMT
Harry and Grace decided to use the Valiant's transporter knowing John wouldn't mind. Harry set the coordinates for Clade's ship's shuttlebay. Before they left the Nevada-A, Grace grabbed a tricorder from the Valiant.
As they materialized in the other ship's shuttlebay, Grace immediately scanned for lifesigns. "Harry, lifesigns on the bridge only, one human and one Romulan. They obviously think they have the upper hand."
"Not this time, Grace, not this time." Harry said purposefully. Grace agreed just as purposefully, which surprised Harry a little since Grace is usually the 'look on the brighter side of life' person, but then he remembered that Grace had a huge soft spot for the Nevada, and that Grace had also been called upon to give medical help to all the injuried personel the last time they saw Clade, when Clade could have prevented the injuries and deaths. "Let's proceed cautiously, as I recall, Clade has his own transporter device. We don't want to give him a chance to use it."
"I remember that as well. I don't reccommend site to site transporter, because the few seconds it takes to materialize is all Clade needs to use his transporter. What about deck by deck, using the tricorder to mask our bio-signatures?" Grace suggested.
Harry smiled at that suggestion "You've been taking a page from John's books. Good Idea!"
"This is the exact tricorder, John had used that last time. Bless him for not getting rid of anything, you never know when it might come in handy. I've been using that masking thing even before we arrived. You lead the way, Captain, I'll watch your back"
"Alright, but keep your mind open, in case that tricorder isn't working properly."
"Way ahead of you, sir!"
occ: That's it for now. I have to switch gears in my head (a hard thing to do really). If any other crew would like to become someone else for a short period, feel free! My next post is going to be back on the Nevada-A
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