Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Apr 21, 2005 6:47:18 GMT
Zhukarak was awaiting further orders while at the marine staging area, when his comm badge bleeped.
=/\= Major. We are following a vessel. We have reason to believe that the Captain and Lt Thelev are onboard. You and your marines report to main transporter room and standby. If necessary we will beam you over for a rescue attempt. Commander Steve out. =/\=
The marines moved out and assembled at the main transporter room, once more awaiting further instructions.
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Post by steve on Apr 21, 2005 20:51:44 GMT
Steve turned to the science officer "Ensign, scan that ship for human and andorian life signs." "Sir, I cant get through their hull at this range and while under cloak." "What do you suggest?" Steve asked "Taking us in closer and if that fails dropping the cloak and using our full sensor range." "I really don't want to drop the cloak until we know what we are dealing with here but move us in closer, do your best to stay undetected." "Aye aye sir" Steve walked from the science station back to the command chair and tapped his comm badge. =^= Major. We are following a vessel. We have reason to believe that the Captain and Lt Thelev are onboard. You and your marines report to main transporters room and standby. If necessary we will beam you over for a rescue attempt. Commander Steve out. =^= Steve didn't want to use force and without knowing the full strength of the ship he didn't want to start anything that would involve the lose of life. "Anything?" Steve called out The officer at the science station looked up "Sir, I am not able to penetrate their hull but I am able to get a reading on their defensive systems." "Report" "Well they have an energy based weapons system" "Like our own phasers?" "Well sir, more like Klingon disrupters and they have a torpedo based system aswell as defensive shields. They are not as well armed as us but would give us a run for our money." Steve looked at the young officer not to happy with that little bit added at the end but decided to let it go. The door to the bridge opened and Grace walked in. "Grace are you ok?" "Yes thank you sir I am feeling much better." "Good, would you join me in the ready room as I would like to hear everything you know."
With that Steve and Grace walked into the ready room.
Off: Nice to see you back Grace, hope everything is sorting its self out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2005 21:04:22 GMT
Melain watched Grace head out the door before turning back to S'ren who was sleeping heavily on one of the biobeds. For a few moments at least things in sickbay were calm and Melain felt helpless. Her Captain and good friend were taken captive and they didn't know by whom. They were stranded in the past and she couldn't think of anything apart from praying that would help them get home. Exasperated she activated Tom in hopes of a little company since Racheal had headed of to bed several hours ago.
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency" Tom recited as he appeared.
"A lonely CMO seeking some companionship." Melain smiled.
"I do not understand Doctor. You are not confined to this room, why should you be lonely?" Tom asked. Melain had forgotten that the EMH could be a little touchy on these subjects.
"I need to keep an eye on Ensign S'ren, besides surely you would like some company as well?" Melain asked.
"I suppose so." Tom replied looking around. "How long has it been since I was last activated?"
"Several busy hours." Melain told him. "Let me catch you up on what's been happening."
She told him everything she knew, and it helped to have someone to bounce her thoughts off of.
"You mentioned a surge of radiation nearly came in contact with the ship. It is likely that we will be in a similar situation again. Perhaps together we can see about insuring that such an incident is not harmful to the crew." Tom seemed eager to stop talking and get working.
"Of course! Finally something I can attribute to. I'll pull up the scans of the radiation and we can get started." Melain jumped up and headed to her office.
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Apr 22, 2005 14:15:52 GMT
The iconian female, who seemed slightly taller than the males, had been looking carefully at the pair of Starfleet officer’s for some time before she started speaking.
“As you can probably tell we, like you, are not from this time period. We come from many years in the future. The Iconian people are being killed, wiped out by a collection of races who are scared of us, of our technology. We have come back to relocate the current Iconians, and to tell them of the danger. To urge them to be more secretive. The problem is, we were followed here, and now the races that were attacking us in the future can wipe out the Iconian race with much more ease than they would have done in their own time. At first, we thought you might have been one of them, or even some mercenaries working for them. But, after some analysis, we found that you were not.”
Harrias nodded at her, knowing that the only way they were likely to escape this was to agree with her and seem amiable. He was, however, thinking about the temporal prime directive, and knew that this was one good reason that that rule was in place. In trying to help their people, these Iconians had put them in more danger than they had been in to start with.
“What we did find though, was most surprising. You come from, well, we can not tell exactly, but far further into the future than we, that much we do know. As you can quite imagine, we have some questions for you.”
The trill glanced at his andorian helmsman before he spoke. “Our people, the organisation we work for, have some rules regarding time travel. We are not allowed to interfere in the past. We are also not allowed to aid races with lower technologies than our own. These two rules are the most fundamental to us.”
On of the male iconians raised to his feet, his body seeming to unfold as he did so. Harrias had no doubt that the man topped seven foot, although he was very slim. He walked slowly around the table, and lowered his mouth to Harrias’ ear.
“We always find out what we want to know Captain. However, President S’xtra dislikes violence and is asking for your help. I voted for torture, but unfortunately lost. The President however will be forced into my choice if you do not answer her questions.” He smiled as he unfolded once more, and walked back around the table. The woman, now identified as President S’xtra looked at Harrias, her gaze showing him that she knew what had been said.
“I ask you now. In your time, have you encountered the Iconians?” Harrias kept his mouth closed, pondering his answer. Frek, who had heard the threat made towards his captain, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and the President’s attention was turned towards him.
“Your Captain does not speak. Can you answer my question?” She stood up herself, and imitating the actions of her aggressive compatriot she walked around the table. Crouching down at the side of the andorian, she ran her fingers around the edge of his ear, and up towards his antennae. The male who had threatened Harrias turned his head away in disgust, while the other frowned slightly. Frek meanwhile, seemed to grow more and more nervous. Harrias knew that he was held by a strict set of codes that held dishonesty in contempt, and as such, it was unlikely he would lie to the President, but on the other hand, he would surely see the disadvantages in telling her that her race had been wiped out.
Although Harrias was bound by no such rules, he simply did not want to reveal anything that might alter history too much. He did not know how well these people could travel through time, and he didn’t want a temporal war on his conscience. So, in silence, he watched to see how the andorian would react.
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Post by fthelev on Apr 23, 2005 16:03:55 GMT
Ordinarily Frek didn’t mind a tender touch by a woman. But you could say this was some sort of extraordinarily situation. Nervously he glanced sideward to his Captain. Perhaps he was hoping on some sort of support. Or miracle would be nice. Jira looked back at him. Apparently waiting for what Frek would say. Frek stared back the Iconian female. Softly she ran her finger up his antenna. He tried to wet his dry lips with his tongue. Unfortunately his tongue seemed to be dried out as well. It could probably be used as sandpaper.
“Well,” S’xtra whispered, “Are you going to answer my question?”
Frek cleared his throat and glanced at Captain Jira again and then back to the woman. He managed to put on a little smile. Or something that resembling.
“No,” he finally said hesitatingly, “I never encountered any Iconians in our time.”
The Iconian president didn’t look particularly happy. Nor did any of the other Iconians in the room. One glance at Captain Jira and it was clear he wasn’t that thrilled either. Your average funeral was more high spirited then this.
Frek scraped his throat again. “I’ve heard of ‘em though.” The Iconians started to look somewhat more hopeful. The tall Iconian standing next to Jira stared at him suspiciously.
“You just said you never encountered any Iconians,” the woman noted.
“I haven’t,” Frek told her. “I come from a somewhat different region. Space is a rather large place you know. I don’t encounter anyone who happens to be around.”
Frek was rather pleased with his answer. It wasn’t even a total lie. More or less. Sometimes you have to twist the truth a little, he thought. After all, two-hundred thousand years time difference could be considered as a different region.
President S’xtra stood back up again with what could be considered a smile on her lips.
“See,” she said to Iconian standing next to Jira, “Sometimes a kind encouragement is enough to get an answer.
“I prefer a different kind of encouragement,” he replied. Frek was convinced the guy wasn’t capable of smiling. He was one of those nasty figures you come across so now and then.
S’xtra directed her attention at Jira and pointed at Frek. “Is he telling the truth?”
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Post by steve on Apr 24, 2005 14:04:38 GMT
Steve walking in first went straight to the replicater. "What can I get you Commander?" Grace went to reply but Steve stopped her "Wait, if I remember correctly it's... Coffee, with three sugars with a touch of cream?" "Got it in one Commander" Grace said with a smile "Computer, one coffee, three sugars, black and another one, the same but with a touch of cream." There was a hum and the two drinks appeared, Steve picked them both up, handing Grace hers and offering her a seat. "So over the comm you said that the captain and helm officer are on this ship we are following?" Steve asked "Well" Grace started "I am not 100% sure it is this ship but I am 100% sure they are on a ship and as this is the only ship about its a good bet." "Agreed" Steve replied "What else have you found out about our current situation and your own past?" <Tag Grace> Steve sat there listening very hard to everything Grace had to say replying and making comments where they were needed. Grace finished off talking and Steve stood up "Commander do you need to return to sickbay?" "To be honest with you Steve I am sick of sitting in sickbay and I am feeling much better, just a little tired." "Well then, you can join me on the bridge, I might need you advice in this upcoming matter."
Both Grace and Steve walked back onto the bridge, Steve sat in the commanding officers seat and Grace sat next to him. "Report" Rex spoke up "Commander, we are still following the ship, we have not been able to get a clear reading of life signs on the ship but have picked up a message talking about prisoners they have onboard." "Good, they are there but I am not happy with it and I have decided for this to change." Rex looked at the XO waiting for his next order. =^= Steve to Major Zhukarak =^= =^= Yes Commander =^= =^= We are about to drop the cloak and make contact this this ship, if diplomatic options fail I want you to go in and extract our officers, I will worry about downing their shields, I just want to ready to go in a second notice. =^= =^= Yes sir, Zhuk out =^= "Red Alert" Steve ordered and the bridge fell into darkness with only a low level light and red flashing lights lighting the bridge "Mr Bonar, when I give the command I want you to drop the cloak, raise shields and open a channel to the ship." "Understood" he replied "Helm, bring us close to that ship." The ship moved to within spitting distance of the ship it was now following "Mr Bonar, carry out my orders" Steve commanded
The space around the Iconian vessel shimmered and rippled and out of no wear appeared the USS Nevada.
"Channel open" Rex informed Steve "Unidentified vessel, I am Commander Steve of the Federation Starship Nevada." There was no response "Rex, did they receive the message?" "Yes sir" Steve looked at Grace, to she if she had anything she could input but she said nothing. "Commander" Rex said "The ship is responding" "On screen" Steve ordered The face of a female appeared on the screen, Steve looked at her but could see no marking or uniform to show her rank or place on the ship. She spoke... "I am President S’xtra, what are you doing here?" "Madam President" Steve started wanting to keep this as friendly as possible "I believe you have found two of our crew and we have come to collect them from you." "Commander I am sorry to inform that your two officers have been detained for questioning and will not be returned to you." The President moved closer to the screen "And just a little word of warning, If you do not leave this area of space you and your ship will also be detained." The screen went dark and then the image of the ship appeared. "That went well" Steve said turning to face Grace Grace was about to answer when Rex spoke out quickly "Commander They have just raised shield and charging weapons." "Mr Bonar, I need you to fire at their shield ammeters and bring them down without doing any real damage to the ship, I need to get the Major's team over there and have something left for them to rescue." "Yes sir, firing now" "Report?" "Sir we have knocked out one of their shield emitters, they will be able to compensate in a matter of moments." =^= Steve to Zhukarak =^= =^= Sir =^= =^= Your team has a go, you only have a few seconds to get over there and you will have to take out their shield emitters to get back =^= =^= Understood =^= =^= Good luck and good hunting Major =^= "Sir" Steve looked over to Rex "Our teams are aboard and the ship has reset its shields." "Well its up to them now" Steve said looking at Grace almost praying he had done the right thing The Nevada shook and Steve lost his balance falling over missing Grace by a whisker "Commander are you ok?" Grace said with concern in her voice "I am fine thank you" Steve said as Grace helped him to his feet "Mr Bonar lock phasers on their weapons systems and return fire."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2005 15:45:11 GMT
Tom and Melain had begun a few trial versions of screens and other such devices to block the radiation, but had so far had very little luck. There progressed came to an immediate halt when the ship was put in red alert.
"Any idea what this is about?" Racheal asked a minute later when she rushed into sickbay.
"Not a clue, I heard rumours we where following a ship, perhaps they have discoverd us." Melain replied as she prepped medkits and directed Tom in getting ward 1 ready for patients. "I'll ask the bridge"
=^= Melain to Commander Steve, anything to report?=^=
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Post by steve on Apr 25, 2005 0:23:43 GMT
=^= Melain to Commander Steve, anything to report?=^= =^= Doctor we have found the captain and Mr Thelev =^= =^= Good, when can I expect them here? =^= =^= Well, the ship they are on... =^= The Nevada rocked again =^= Is not too keen on giving them up. At the moment we have boarding parties attempting a rescue but they are putting up one hell of a fight, please ready yourselves. =^= =^= Understood Commander, Melain out =^= The ship rocked again "Report?" Steve said looking at Rex "Their shields are down to 75% and they have suffered minor damage to their weapons array" "And us?" "Well our shields are holding, the changes that were installed are working." "I am glad I am able to arrange time for your tests Mr Bonar. Keep targeting their weapons array."
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Apr 25, 2005 8:49:40 GMT
Zhukarak and his team of four other marines beamed over to the Iconian vessel, just in time before their shields had gone back up.
Zhukarak gave out the assignments. “SSgt Carrera. Take LCpl Hill, find engineering and disable their shields. Sgt Stephens, Cpl Benedict, you’re with me. We’re going to locate the Captain and Mr. Thelev. Remember, stun settings only. We can’t risk changing the time-line by killing anyone.” The teams split up and followed their respective tricorder scans to their destinations.
Sgt Andrea Stephens took point. She was their crack-shot sniper expert, which made her no slouch with any of the other weapons either. Cpl William Benedict had rear security. They had come around the corner of a junction when one Iconian had drawn his weapon upon seeing Andrea. She didn’t give him a chance and stunned him immediately. Two other Icionians were behind him and were able to take cover before returning fire. Zhukarak adjusted the setting on one of his grenades for stun and rolled it down the hallway to the Iconians. It had rolled directly between the two who gave each other a quizzical look. Before they could react any further the grenade exploded, stunning them immediately.
Zhukarak and his team had reached what seemed to be the detention deck, or brig section. They had to go through two more minor firefights to get there, but had made it unscathed. Zhuk checked his scans which revealed that five life-signs were present behind the next door ahead. One Trill, one Andorian, and the rest could only be the Iconians. Two of them were in close proximity of the Captain and Frek, at the far side of the room. The other was a little closer to the door, but none of them were moving.
Zhuk recognized the situation. “Sergeant, you and Benedict stay here and secure this hallway. I will go in alone.” After a little protest and an explanation of his plans, Sgt Stephens took her post securing the hallway from an attack.
Upon approach to the door it opened much like their doorways on the Nevada. Zhukarak entered with his hands behind his back, and saw what he hoped he wouldn’t. Two Iconians had their weapons drawn and pointed at Captain Jira and LtCmdr Thelev. The third Iconian, a female introduced herself. “I am President S’xtra. I ask you to return to your ship or I’ll be forced to harm your friends.”
Zhuk surveyed the situation. Zhuk could tell that Cpt Jira was ready for whatever was about to happen. Frek was fidgety. He was ready too, but it was apparent that he was expecting a bad outcome…he would be partially right.
Zhuk addressed the President. “As you can see, I have not drawn my weapon. I was hoping that we could come to an agreement for their release.”
S’xtra had turned and walked back towards the captain, feeling that she had everything under control. She didn’t take notice of Zhuk also walking closer to where they were all together within close proximity.
“Your captain has already told me that you have directives which prevent and keep you from affecting the outcome of history. I do not believe that you are able to bargain for anything, since you cannot risk harming us without potentially harming yourself and your own time period.”
Zhukarak still had his hands behind his back, which were now busy. “You are correct. This will not harm you.” Just then a high-pitched whine filled the room. The Iconians looked about to see where the noise was coming from, while Frek and Cpt Jira gave a wide-eyed look at Zhukarak. Zhuk dropped the grenade right in the middle of their little cluster. The grenade exploded, incapacitating everyone inside of that room.
The two marines outside heard the explosion and ran in. Cpl Benedict secured the door, and Sgt Stephens checked on her superior officers before making her call.
=/\= Sergeant Carrera, this is Sergeant Stephens. We have the Captain and Mr. Thelev. What is the status of the shields? =/\=
=/\= The shields are down. We are ready to beam out when you are. Where is the Major? =/\=
=/\= He’s stunned. I’ll explain back on the Nevada, you won’t believe this. We’re beaming out. =/\=
Then she tapped her comm badge again for the Nevada.
=/\= Nevada, this is Sgt Stephens. Five for direct transport to sickbay. =/\=
The blue shimmer came over Andrea Stephens and William Benedict, before blackness, and then they were in sickbay on the Nevada. “Dr. Melaine. They were stunned by a plasma grenade that Major Hrisvalar set off.” Lorre raised her eybrows but immediately went to work.
SSgt Carrera and LCpl Anthony Hill were safely beamed back to the Nevada transporter room.
Lt Rex Bonar made his report. “Sir, the marines have succeeded. All personnel are safely back on board.”
Cmndr Steve was pleased.
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Apr 25, 2005 16:29:44 GMT
As he awoke, Harrias peered around the room. It was exactly what he had been expecting to see, sickbay on board the USS Nevada. He shook his head to try and remove the headache that had lodged itself there, but to no avail. The EMH, he seemed to remember someone referring to it as Tom, was stood over him. A few seconds later Dr Lorre appeared at his side.
“Captain, how are you feeling?” She asked with concern. It was only now that Harrias realised that he had been calling her Dr Melain since she had joined. As she was a Bajoran, that meant he was caling her by her given name, rather than her family name, which was a large lapse in protocol. He hoped she hadn’t minded too much.
“Like someone just knocked me out with a plasma grenade.” He replied, before easing himself up on his elbows. Once he was sure that he wasn’t going to pass out, or collapse, he looked around. When no andorian marines presented themselves, he turned back to the doctor. As he did so, he moved his head too fast, and became dizzy.
Dr Lorre smiled at him again, and lowered him back onto the biobed.
“Just relax for a while, you’ll be able to be up and about again in under an hour Captain.”
His head sufficiently recovered, the trill growled at her, “Where is that damned andorian?”
“To which do you refer?” She asked, smiling again. He was starting to get irritated by that smile.
“Mr Hrisvalar.”
“He recovered somewhat quicker than you. As did Lt Cmdr Thelev. Both have returned to duty. On the bridge, I believe.”
Harrias sighed. He wasn’t really angry with the marine; it was just a somewhat… unorthodox recovery technique. However, it had got him back on the Nevada, so that was something to be happy about anyway. Trying to decide how to spend his next hour, the trill came to the conclusion that an hour’s sleep would be a good thing. He was sure that Steve would be able to deal with any possible threat from the Iconian vessel.
He feel into a light sleep within minutes, and was soon dreaming of andorians, doorways and for some unknown reason, chessboards.
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Post by rex on Apr 25, 2005 17:20:31 GMT
Shortly after the boarding party had returned, the Iconian ship was moving.
"Commander, the Iconian ship is moving away from her current position", Rex informed the First Officer.
Steve turned his head to the helmofficer: "Lay in a course for pursuit. Keep us at 20.000 kilometres from the Iconians."
The helmofficer responded quickly: "Course laid in. It appears we are slowly heading for the beacon our shuttle has dropped off before. But somehow they don't appear to be in much of a hurry."
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Post by fthelev on Apr 25, 2005 21:10:04 GMT
The first thing he noticed was the bright light overhead. Or perhaps the headache and other physical discomforts deserved the first place in being noticed. With a groan Frek managed to open his eyes a little further. He was back on the Nevada. With some pain and effort he tried to get up a bit, but he was pushed back gently by a soft hand. The smiling face of Melain hovered above him.
“Ah, you’re awake again,” she noticed. Frek could’ve told her that. You didn’t need to be a doctor for that. Somehow his whole body was in terrible agony. This, of course, could be attributed to the grenade Lt.Col. Hrisvalar used or perhaps it was the springball game Melain dragged him into. It was hard to believe that was merely two days ago.
“Give me a few minutes and you’ll be walking out of here like new,” Melain continued injecting him with some sort of hypospray. “As always.” “Mhwja,” Frek mumbled, not sure how to take that. As impossible as it seemed, he did feel somewhat better after that. He noticed Captain Jira was still out cold on the biobed next to him. After all he was closest to the grenade when it went off. He couldn’t see Hrisvalar. He probably was already on his feet.
“You tore your uniform again,” Melain pointed out.
“I know,” Frek replied. Hopefully he still had a spare one in closet. He examined his finger. It was still swollen. “Can you take a look at my finger? A local blood thirsty bird pecked at it. It might go septic and I’ll rot away.”
<Tag Lorre>
It was good to be back on the Nevada Frek realised looking at Melain as her combadge sounded. She tapped the handy device to respond. Frek recognized the voice of Commander Steve coming through. “Doctor Lorre, are Captain Jira and Lieutenant Thelev fit for duty again?” Frek stared at Jira. The Captain would be out for at least another hour more.
The corridors on the Nevada were almost empty. Although Red Alert had been cancelled they were still at Blue Alert, keeping the crew close to their stations. Steve had kindly given him some time to freshen up and get changed before returning to the bridge. Although Frek felt like he could do with some sleep as well, but during these sorts of crisis situations it was understandable the senior crew should be at their posts if possible. The turbolift brought him to the command deck, opening its doors as it arrived on the bridge.
Steve took in the chief navigation officer from top to bottom in silence and with one eyebrow raised questioningly. Frek gave the First Officer a smile. He could always hope it wasn’t very noticeable or that the Commander had gone blind. “Lieutenant Thelev reporting back for duty, sir.” “Yes…” Steve said still staring at the Andorian rubbing his chin. “Didn’t I tell you to change and freshen up first?” He questioned gesturing at the torn and somewhat dirty uniform. Frek cleared his throat. “Well, it’s like this sir. I went to my quarters, but for some reason I couldn’t get in. I think…” Steve sighed and raised his hand. “Alright, alright. Take your post Mr. Thelev.”
Frek excused the junior officer currently at the helm. He noticed Lieutenant Bonar staring after the young officer leaving the bridge. It almost seemed as if he was sorry to see him go. Frek was quickly briefed on the current situation on the Nevada and turned back to work. They were still following the Iconian ship as it neared the Nebula. Frek made sure to maintain a reasonable distance between the two ships, keeping them just out firing range.
“Sir!” Jenkins alarmed the bridge. “Energy fluctuations on…deck one.” Deck one was the bridge deck. Everyone on the bridge looked around, trying to spot the source of the fluctuation. Nothing. “Can you narrow that down Mr. Jenkins?” Steve inquired. “Already doing so sir,” Jenkins replied, “Exact location is in…” Everybody looked at him tensely. “Uhm…in the bridge toilet.” Everyone stared at the door on the back of the bridge. Hrisvalar and Bonar had their hands on their phaser, pulling them out as the door started to open. Frek’s mouth dried again as he stared at the toilet door. Slowly it opened.
“Don’t shoot!” A familiar figure stepped out of the toilet, he was holding a medium size metal case above his head. “Put down the case,” Bonar ordered him, aiming his phaser at the intruder. Slowly the Iconian put the case on the floor. “Who are you?” Steve demanded to know. “I know him,” Frek stated, “He was one the Iconians that captured the Captain and me on the planet. He some sort of gateway specialist. That’s probably how he got here.” “What do you want?” The Iconian smiled and pointed at the metal case. “I’ve come to help you. That’s your way home. We need to talk.”
Steve thought about it for a moment before taking his decision. “Alright. We’ll talk in the conference room.” Steve looked around the bridge. “Senior crew in the conference room in ten minutes.”
Ten minutes later all the senior staff had taken their seats around the large table, listening to what the Iconian, apparently named X’f Ypoc, had to say. The only one still missing was Captain Jira. According to Melain he would be up and running within half an hour.
“It’s very unlikely my people will let you go,” he said, “In general we are not a violent race, but because of our technology many species fear and began forming a threat. Survival has become some sort of obsession for my people and are willing to go far ends to ensure our survival. The Command Council thinks you have vital information about our future and they want it, whatever it takes.”
“So why are you helping us?” Captain Jira looked into the conference room, leaning against the doorpost. He did manage to change into a fresh uniform, Frek noticed.
“Perhaps we are going too far,” X’f Ypoc explained, “Of course I want to see the survival of my people. But this messing around…” He made a gesture towards the window where the Nebula was visible. “…A lot can go wrong by tempering with the timeline. I doubt the desired future will ever be reached. For all we know this is what causes our extinction. You shouldn’t be the victim of this.”
“How can you help us?” Jira inquired. By now he had taken his seat at the conference table. “You’re only way out this through the Gateway. The case I brought contains the controls to operate the Gateway from a spaceship and transport it. I can show you how to connect it to your systems and teach you how to operate it. The navigation system contains data and positions of the other Gateways throughout several galaxies.” “So we go into this Gateway and we come out another one,” Frek asked. “More or less. Every Gateway has his own area code. Precise navigation is not possible over very large distances, but you should appear within a seventy-five lightyear radius, which is not bad considering being transported over millions or perhaps billions of lightyears.” Frek made a quick calculation. “That’s about three weeks at warp eight.” “It’ll take us well within Federation space,” Jira said. “What about the ship?” “The Command Council knows the Gateway is your only way out as well. They’ll probably try to cut you off. You’ll have to get passed them yourself. I know virtually nothing about spaceships. It’s not my field of expertise.”
The Captain got up from his chair. He had made his decision. “Very well. Ms. T’Fat and Mr. Jenkins, start implementing the device with our guest. Once you are done Mr. Ypoc can teach Mr. Thelev how to operate the device. Dismissed.” Once the Icionian had left Jira turned to Counsellor Mitchell. “What do you think Grace? Can we trust him?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2005 1:43:08 GMT
(O.O.C Frek, Are you going for the record of longest post? lol, Sorry it took me awhile to get back to this *grumbles about her social teacher*) “Can you take a look at my finger? A local blood thirsty bird pecked at it. It might go septic and I’ll rot away.” Frek asked Melain sticking a swollen blue digit in her face. It was slightly darker then the rest and had a neat little cut on the end of it. "Remind me never to take you to the zoo." Melain snickered as she picked up her scanner and ran a diagnostic on the bite. "It's not infected, the bird must have some sort of a toxin in it's saliva." "A toxin!" Frek exclaimed pulling the finger back and examining it more closely. "Nothing I can't remove." Melian grabbed the hand back. "By the Prophets if you aren't the biggest hypochondriac in the fleet." "I'm not a hypochondriac, I'm just cautious." Frek pouted as Melain tended to his hand. She had almost finished when her combadge sounded, it was Commander Steve =A=“Doctor Lorre, are Captain Jira and Lieutenant Commander Thelev fit for duty again?” =A= =A= I'll be finished with Frek In less then a minute, but I'm afraid the captain was closer to the blast. Remind me to speak to Major Hrisvalor about his tactics =A= Melain replied, she had already clashed with the Marine about this type of thing earlier and was not looking forward to doing so again. "Alright Frek, you're good to go. Oh, and I've placed this week's bet for tomorrow at 14 hundred hours in case you where curious." "Your as bad as Danara." Frek replied as he headed to the door. "Just for that I'll be extra careful tomorrow afternoon." Almost an hour later and Captain Jira was awake, although still dizzy. Melain kept him in sickbay for a little longer under supervision. When Steve called for a meeting of the senior crew she was helping Tom finish the radiation treatments. "Go and freshen up Captain. I'll explain to the others why you are late." Melain offered as she headed toward the turbo lift. Melain felt somewhat useless during the meeting, as nearly everything being discussed had to do with engineering or Navigation. She did however enjoy getting a good look at the Iconian, and wondered whether or not Frek and the Captain had managed to keep their scans after being transported. Then again maybe this X’f Ypoc wouldn't mind if she took some scans herself. As the meeting came to a close Melain realized that then would be a good time to mention the radiation treatment. "Captain. Tom... I mean the EMH and I have been working on a treatment for the radiation we encountered earlier and are almost complete. With your permission I would like to continue testing it and possibly putting it into use
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Post by rex on Apr 26, 2005 7:58:57 GMT
Rex had been observing the Iconian closely, especially during the meeting. He was trying to find a hint, a gesture or a facial expression that would give away alternative motives for his help. He had found none.
However, this didn't ease the lieutenant's mind. It almost sounded too simple. In the Iconian database he had found several remarkable findings, but nothing that would predict this race to be capable to invent such a powerful device within several centennia. And even if they had done so, the possibilities would be much greater than they had exploited thus far.
X'f Ypoc seemed to be sure about the things he was saying though. After the meeting was over, Rex had called for Danara and instructed her to keep a close eye on our guest.
Afterwards Bonar went for the replicator. He had been on duty for over 20 hours now, and a steaming hot coffee sure would be appropriate at this time.
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Post by gracemitchell on Apr 27, 2005 0:13:46 GMT
Grace had remained quiet during the exchange in the conference room. Her 'radar' as she called it was not detecting any subterfuge from the Iconian.
Once the Iconian had left Jira turned to Counsellor Mitchell. “What do you think, Grace? Can we trust him?”
"Yes, I believe so. I sense that he genuinely wants to help. I think we can trust him, but I would like to keep part of my mind on alert to X’f Ypoc, just to be on the safe side. It wouldn't be the first time someone fooled me."
Harrias thought for a moment and decided it may be a good idea "Very well, Grace, go ahead. That does come in handy sometimes, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sometimes it does." Grace left the conference room.
(O.C.C. okay it's short but my brain is mush today, sorry!)
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2005 18:22:24 GMT
(O.O.C I'm going to see if we can speed things up ) "Captain. Tom... I mean the EMH and I have been working on a treatment for the radiation we encountered earlier and are almost complete. With your permission I would like to continue testing it and possibly putting it into use" Melain asked, eager to contribute to the meeting. "Certainly Doctor." The Captain replied. "And if it is alright with you I wouldn't mind meeting with X’f Ypoc the prospect of having medical scans of an Ionian is too great for me to pass up." Melain added. "If that's alright with him go ahead. I'm afraid the scans Lieutenant Commander Thelev and I took on the surface were confiscated when we where captured." Captain Harrias apologised. Melain allowed herself to be dissapointed. "What's done is done." She would have loved being able to compare the scans and explore the evolutionary adaptations of the Iconians. "I'd better go, I deactivated Tom when I left with the promise I'd be back soon." Once in Sickbay Melain reactivated the EMH. "Please state the... Oh, Did he say yes!?" Tom blurted out when he realised who had activated him. Melain stiffled a laugh at his unbound excitment. "Of course he did, why would he say no?" "Red tape maybe, I'm not sure. Let's get back to work." Tom replied heading to their work station. They had been testing and experimenting with the treatment for several hours when Danara enterd trailed by the Iconian. "I heard through the grapevine that you wanted a meeting with Mr. Ypoc, so I decided I'd give him a tour of deck 7." "You better not have torn him away from his work. My scans aren't as important as getting this ship home." Melain chastised her Cardassian friend. "We where taking a break, and I was not hungry. It's not trouble, no trouble at all, besides we are almost done." Mr. Ypoc insisted. "If I was a doctor I would want to the same from you." Melain had not expected him to be so willing. "Thank you! I owe you a... drink in the mess hall when this is all over with." She offerd as she took out her scanner. "I am not planning on going with you. I wouldn't want to disrupt the time line." Ypoc replied as he looked around sickbay in fasination. "I've never understood this time line thing Ypoc, how do you know that helping us does not dissrupt the time line, or that allowing Melain take these scans, or simply having left you ship?" Danara asked. "I explained this to you already, it's simply a matter of.." Ypoc began. "No more, I can't take any more of your scientific jabber." Danara declared exasperated, Melain wonderd how the strait minded Cardassian was surviving as the Scientists guide. "That aside though, aren't you concerned about what the Iconian government will do to you once they find out what you did? Melain asked as she completed her scans. "I try not to think about it." Ypoc replied hoping off the bio bed. "Now let's all get back to work." When he and Danara left for engineering Melain headed to her office to download the scans.
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on May 2, 2005 7:30:22 GMT
LtC Zhukarak Hrisvalar was not in the mood for anything…not since the highly unorthodox rescue of Captain Jira. He had come to first before the others in sickbay. If it hadn’t been for his Andorian physiology, he probably would still be in there. LtCmdr Thelev came to a bit sooner also, before the captain.
A briefing was held, with an Iconian present. It seemed that he had a way for the Nevada to return home. Zhukarak wasn’t sure if this Iconian was to be trusted, but he was too preoccupied. Zhuk was going over in his mind if there was any other way he could have performed that rescue. He wasn’t sure. He was only half-attentive during the briefing and was glad when it was over. He was sure that Lt Bonar would keep a close eye on the Iconian.
Zhukarak had returned to his office to go over some of the administrative red tape that was always required after a mission. Theel’zhiin, his blue firelizard, felt his confusion and doubt. Zhuk had decided not to take him along on this mission, because of the Temporal Directive, wanted to minimize anything that had to do with the timeline. Now he wondered if Theel’zhiin could have actually helped in this situation. He was sure that he probably could have, but the decision to not take him along…was it right or not.
Zhuk left his office and, together with Theel’zhiin, he retreated to his quarters, not wanting to deal with anyone. He hadn’t had the chance to cross paths with the captain, and he hoped that when he did it would be on good terms. Zhuk wasn’t used to having this doubt about decisions he had made.
Theel’zhiin snuggled himself on Zhuk’s lap as Zhuk was lying down on his bed. Theel’zhiin’s crooning was enough to put them both to sleep.
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Post by Harrias Jira on May 4, 2005 10:38:03 GMT
With everything now in motion, Harrias realised that everything was sitting on his shoulders once more. As good as his crew were, it was his decisions as Captain that were the key factors on what happened onboard, and he was acutely aware of this as he considered what he was facing. He had already given the go ahead to try and use the Iconian doorway that they knew was located in the nebula, now he was just trying to justify to himself.
He breathed in quietly, and then out once more. He had not yet moved from the briefing room, and the room was now empty apart from himself. He slowly rose to his feet, looking out the window. The stars looked the same. They were over five billion years in the past, and yet the stars looked the same. It made him wonder for a while how much difference it would make whether they managed to get home, or stayed here.
It wasn’t really a question he knew that. There was family and friends at home. Loved ones that would miss the crew, and that the crew would certainly miss. They had to go home, they had to try anything they could, which certainly included the doorway. He pulled his shoulders up, and strode through the doorway, out onto the bridge.
“Mr Thelev, lay in a course for the nebula. Engage on my mark.”
The andorian glanced at him, maybe to confirm the order, maybe as a possible last look at the crew before they did this. Either way, it looked slightly nervous. “Aye sir. Course laid in.”
“Mark.”
The ship slid forwards through space, closing the gap between itself and the nebula. A few seconds later, he heard the call he was expecting.
“Iconian vessel is moving to intercept.”
The trill took another deep breath. He just hoped that he would be forgiven for any possible time-line changes. “Target their weapons and propulsions systems.”
“Targets locked.”
“Fire.”
The phasers of the sovereign class vessel lashed out at the enemy ship. The tactical officer had been pinpoint with his accuracy and payload, and the two shots destroyed the relevant systems without damage to any other parts of the ship. Captain Jira smiled. It was nice when things went your way. The USS Nevada continued towards the nebula, it’s course free now.
The trill CO turned to X’f Ypoc. “What do we do now?”
OOC: I'm going to be on LOA for the next 5 days, so feel free to complete the mission without me. Next mission will start on the 14th, until then post the rest of this mission, and then anything you do on leave, or whatever.
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Post by fthelev on May 4, 2005 13:37:26 GMT
The Iconian scientist watched silently at the vessel on screen, it seemed dead in the water. He sighed and turned away. “Maintain course to the gateway. Activate the gate on my command.” “And we will be returned home?” Jira asked. “Yes, I pre-programmed the device to take you back to this same location in you own timeframe.” Ypoc hesitated for a moment. “Captain, I must ask you to beam me back to my peoples vessel. We can not risk contaminating the time line.” Captain Jira stared at him for a few seconds. “Are you sure?” Ypoc nodded. “Alright than.” Jira addressed Jenkins, “Stand by to beam him back just before we go through.” Frek was nervous. He could think of a million things that could go wrong. They managed to patch the gateway navigation controls into the ship’s systems. But it had been a lot of improvisation. God knows what would happen if they made a mistake. They could be stuck here forever or be transported into the core of a star. That would be a rather disappointing ending, Frek thought by himself. Not that he was pessimistic of course. Both the Iconian ship as the gateway, slightly on the aft starboard side, grew bigger and bigger on the main viewer. Frek had projected the approach route on the viewer. It gave him a better oversight of their relative position. After all, the margin was rather small. Perhaps twenty meters on both sides. That might seem a lot, but it’s not when you’re piloting a seven-hundred meter long ship. Precise flying wasn’t Frek’s field of expertise, but he decided not to share that piece of information with the others. They might get a bit uncomfortable. “Hundred and fifty kilometres till the gateway,” Frek reported, wetting his dry lips. Jira had his eyes fixed on the screen. “Keep her steady lieutenant.” “Activate the portal when we reach the twenty kilometre perimeter,” X’f Ypoc notified them. “The navigation device send the destination data through immediately after that.” It seemed to take forever to reach the right distance, but in reality it was only a matter of seconds. When they reached the perimeter Frek cut the thrusters, in order to get though the gateway on the ships momentum. “Activate,” Ypoc said. The normal background of space within the gateways ring shimmered and became opaque. “I’m reading a power build up on the Iconian vessel!” Jenkins cried out at the same time. “Reactor overload?” Jira questioned. A shudder went through the ship. The lights dimmed before coming back to their normal strength. The smell of burned conduits stung their noses. “We’ve been hit by an energy surge from the Iconian vessel sir!” Jenkins reported. “It has overloaded several systems. They must have targeted us with some high-frequency subspace feedback pulse.” “The gateway?” Jira asked. Frek didn’t answer. “The gateway, Lieutenant!?” the Captain asked again. Frek cleared his throat and coughed. “Still open sir, but the gate navigational controls…” He pointed at the box, containing the controls. It sparked constantly and a string of smoke emerged from its bowels. “It’s fried. I’m not sure if we managed to send all the data through to the gateway.” This was definitely one of those situations that could be categorized under the header ‘Bad Things’. The gateway was still open, but with out the navigation device there was no telling where they would end up. “Mr. Ypoc?” Jira looked around to address the scientist. He found him lying on the floor next to a console that wouldn’t be functional for a while. Commander Steve kneeled down next to him, searching for life signs. Steve shook his head. “Fried as well.” No more help from him. Frek stared at the Captain. “Sir? What do we do?” Jira stared at the dead Iconian on the floor and at the gateway. He had made his decision. “Get us through Mr. Thelev.” “Aye sir.” Frek swallowed as the Nevada’s bow hit the shimmering space inside the portal. Soon the whole ship had passed through. He could feel the indefinable sensation of going through the gateway he had sensed before on his previous experience. A second later they were in open space again. No sign of the gateway nor the Iconian vessel. Jira stared at the screen and the stars displayed on it. “Can we get a fix on where and when[i/] we are?” “Working on it sir.” Frek scanned the stars to get in an effort to get a match. “I’m able to confirm we are back in our own time Captain,” Jenkins reported. The science officer on duty nodded. “Confirmed sir.” “Position Mr. Thelev?” Jira informed. Frek had nasty feeling in his stomach. This, of course, could be his earlier lunch, but somehow he doubted that. “Alpha quadrant,” Frek started. “That’s not to bad, cheer up Lieutenant.” “Alpha quadrant,” Frek said again, “of the Andromeda galaxy.” Everyone on the bridge was silent.
“You could say we are a bit lost.”
OOC: I guess that’s it for this mission.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2005 14:19:12 GMT
(O.O.C So much for having that conversation with Melain's mother) Melain had felt the ship rock as the Iconian vessel fired on them. "Get prepped for wounded." She orderd as she rushed out of her office into ward one. Several injured crewman trickeld in a few moments later, and where immediatly tended to. =A="Harris to Sickbay, prepare for a direct transport to biobed five."=A= Racheal shuffeled over the Crewman who was about to lay down as the badly wounded Iconian materialised. As Melain headed toward's him nearly fell over as the oddest sensation, similer in many respects to entering a wormhole, but also of jumping into warp. Around her other crewmen regained their balance. "We must have gone through the gateway, that Andorian had better have gotten us home." One Ensign commented from his biobed. Melain did not reply, but rather immediatly began scanning the wounded Iconian. "Racheal, pull up those scans I took earlier of our geust." Melain was completly unfamiliar with how to treat him, and even if she knew how, it didn't look like he would make it. "Here, shall I contact the Bridge" Racheal asked as she handed Melain the PADD. "No, I'll do it. Take care of the other wounded. Tom, take over here, and give him a medium dosage of Rexaline, and do what you can to keep him stable." Melain orderd, handing the EMH the PADD and tapping her COMM Badge. =A= Sickbay to Bridge. I've recieved the Iconian, but he is in very bad shape, and all I have to work with are the scans I took earlier. Mind telling us down here what's going on?=A=
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Post by fthelev on May 4, 2005 14:22:08 GMT
OOC: I've talked this 'lost' thing over with Captain Jira, in case someone was wondering.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on May 5, 2005 7:14:30 GMT
OOC: Uh, Lorre. Unless we decide that a mistake was made in the captain's diagnosis...he's dead.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2005 13:24:00 GMT
(O.O.C Opps I completly missed that. Nevertheless, trying to treat him gives me something to do, so unless anyones got a problem I'll try to save him with no sucsess)
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