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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 23:18:44 GMT
Melain woke up and found she was still in her uniform. She couldn't even remember falling asleep. She rememberd walking into tho her quarters and heading for her bed. Apparently she had been a great deal more tired then she thought. She checked the time, 1700 hrs, she wasn't due back in sickbay anytime soon, but then again she did not have a definate schedual. Checking any messages she recieved she noticed two things. One Harrias had finaly made an official announcement about Zhuk's departure and two they where not due at Mu Andromedae for a week.
Melain grabbed a bite to eat, straitend out her uniform and her hair and then headed to sickbay. She had seven days to find out what related to the relics could cause insanity.
"I've been looking for you, have you got time to test out the holonovel I told you about?" It was Javell, he was obviosly off duty.
"I do, but I can't. Long story short I can't use the holodecks till next week." Melain replied. Toledo looked dissapointed, but didn't queston her. Most likely he'd already heard about the away mission already.
"I'll walk you to sickbay then." He offerd. Melain accepted and soon he was off again and she was eated in her office with the Central Medical Data base before her.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 10, 2006 20:34:18 GMT
Grace was in her office going over all the information that was available regarding the treasure. She should be sleeping, but when she slept these days the nightmares came back, the only way to keep the nightmares away was by getting in to one of her intense holoprograms. By the time she could use the holodeck, they would be at the planet they were searching for.
Grace was also avoiding the bridge. She knew she should make an appearance there and congratulate Harrias on his promotion to Commodore, but in a way that title somehow makes him seem more unapproachable. Grace hadn't seem him since the meeting.
A choice between Harrias or the Borg Queen in her nightmare, Grace couldn't decide who was more terrifying. After all, the Queen was only in her mind, where as Harrias was real and in person.
I'll stay here instead I may find something we missed before. "Chicken" she told herself. "Well, he's scary when he is angry, even if it was warranted."
"But your all talk, tell him how you faced down a Klingon."
"I did face down a Klingon, my first Captain and I would do it again to defend somebody, but not myself. When it comes to myself, I am 100% coward, no doubt in my mind."
"Alright, stay here and talk to yourself, coward."
"I will, thank you!"
"This is getting very bad when the counselor talks to herself, you need a shrink!"
"Why do you think I am talking to myself, there is no one else here for me to talk to."
As she was arguing with herself, she began to slowly loose focus and started to hear the crew.
"So many voices, so many thoughts. Must block, must block, must block, must focus, must focus, must block...."
As Grace was saying this over an over again, her door chimed, she did not hear it. The person on the other side of the door, just came in after finding out she was in there, it was Lani. He took one look at Grace on the floor rushed over to her and tried to get her to answer him.
All he could hear were two words from her "must focus". Lani held her knwing she neede to do this herself.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 11, 2006 13:41:36 GMT
Grace could feel someone touching her, but didn't respond, she neede to concentrate. After a few minutes she finally was able to block the voices. She opened her eyes to see Lani. "Thank goodness it's you. Anyone else would have thought I was ill."
"Care to tell me what happened?" Lani asked as he helped her up off the floor.
"It's a combination of little sleep, lot's of stress and too many things on my mind. It can sometimes cause me to loose focus, then I start hearing everyone on the ship. Interesting conversations and thoughts going on around here!"
"Wy don't you go to your quarters and get some rest? You do look very tired."
"I know I should, but it wouldn't be a very good rest due to the nightmare."
"Oh, the Queen. I wondered if you would be having that again after the last mission. I know what would help you rest, but I can't authorize it."
"By the way congrats on sharing the FO position with Frek. The Commodore chose two very good officers to for the position."
"You don't seem shocked by the Colonal being gone."
"Zhuk told me before we went down to Anu’T-Rof that it was a possibility. Then while he was packing Theel'zhin came to me to say good-bye. He was a sad little firelizard. I miss him, he always knew when I needed a telepathic break and would come there."
"I think I should apologize to you."
"What ever for?"
"I forgot you sometimes need a telepathic break and I should of offered myself for that. I should apologize for forgetting. I offer my services whenever you feel the need!"
"Don't worry about forgetting. We haven't been able to spend much time together lately. If your off duty, I'm up for breaking the rules. Care for something on your holodeck time."
"I know you don't mean that. And besides, I was just about to go on duty so I couldn't if I wanted to. Although you owe me a rematch after that bowling game."
"Ah, right, that wasn't your finest moment, was it."
"Ha Ha. I'd better go. Are you sure your alright? Maybe the doctor could give you something to sleep with out dreams."
"I'm fine. I know Tom would but Melain would want to dwelve into the reasons and I am too tired for that. Besides, I don't think she has very happy feelings towards Frek or me due to the death of Boksha- Tayo."
"I think you should go see Tom than, get something to rest. The crew will need you at your best shortly."
Grace walked Lani to the door "I'll think about it. Now go to work." Lani said good-bye and left her office.
Grace sat down at her desk, put her head in her hands trying to decide what to do next. In the end a visit to Sickbay was decided. She did need to have a restful sleep, not a troubled one. She would see if Tom could give her a shot to quiet her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2006 1:31:09 GMT
(O.O.C I'm going to move things along a few days, up to you how many exactly)
Melain had been in her office so much during the last few days she'd even contemplated setting up a bed in the corner. She'd left only to rustle up something to eat, care for a patient or to satisfy Rachel's insistance she get some rest or personnal time.
For awhile it was almost as though she'd forgotten what she was researching, just going through the motions of sifting through essays, reports and databases. There where countless reports of insanity affecting on a mass level.
Neural parasites, first discoverd in 2066, but whatever ffected the Cardassian could not be that since they inflict pain on the host and eventually where destroyed by captain Kirk.
A Medusan could have been encounters, although this was also unlikely as only humans are driven mad by the sight of them.
Trellium, an ore, although this was not possible as it only works on Vulcans, possibly Romulans as well.
There was also the possibility of Schizophrenia, the Cardassian could have had it even before the mission, although he would not have been serving in the cardassian military if this was the case.
This left nothing. Hours of work and Melain had only one conclusion, the sight of his crewmates all dieing, dissapearing, whatever had happened to them, had driven the Cardassian in question insane. This she could not protect the crew from, all she could hope was that nothing like what happend to the other treasure hunters would happen to them.
She disposed of all her now useless research somewhat dissapointed. "Well Rachel, you'll be happy."
"Why's that Doc?" the head nurse asked.
"I'm done in here, no need for you to nag me anymore. I'm going to the mess hall, call if anyone comes in needing my attention." Melain directed as she headed out the door.
The mess hall was relativly busy, but Melain managed to snag a table by a window when it's former occupants left for duty. She drank her tea slowly, pausing momentarily to dip her bread roll into the hot liquid, or look around the room at the faces of her fellow crew
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 12, 2006 1:59:49 GMT
Grace walked in to the mess hall ordered a cup of coffee and a donut, she turned and spotted Melain sitting at a table by herself. Grace approached her "Mind if I join you?" Melain indicated a chair, Grace sat down. "How much longer until reach the planet, do you know?"
"I'm not sure, I've been holed up in my office going over different kinds of insanity, trying to determine if any of them would relate to our crazy Cardassian. By the way, I noticed you in there a couple of days ago talking to Tom, were you feeling ill?"
"Not to speak of no. I haven't been sleeping well since the last mission. The last mission brought back my nightmare about the Queen."
"So Tom gave you something to have a dreamless sleep? How often has he done this?"
This is the first time I've had the nightmare since I returned to the Nevada . It doesn't help, I have no outlet to use my telepathy, sometimes the amount of control I keep from hearing everyone, begins to stress me. Tom was here before and gave me a hypo on the orders of our CO at the time. I think I scared people or something, anyway it helped a lot this time. I have been able to sleep without the nightmare and the hypospray. It was the same thing that was given to me when I was liberated from the Borg originally and is in my file."
"I think I remember reading something about that now that you mention it. Well, I can't say I blame you for not wanting that particular visitor."
The two continued to talk and enjoy their beverages and food for a period when there was a call for senior officers to the bridge.
"I don't know about you, but this will actually be my first time coming face to face with the Commodore since the report after we returned from Anu’T-Rof. I can't say I'm looking forward to it." Grace said as they clear their things from the table.
"I haven't seen him either. I've been holed up in my office or quarters. Well, let's go." Melain replied.
"Melain, I've been meaning to tell you how sorry I feel about Boksha-Tayo's death. His mind reached out to me, he thought he would be alright waiting for his people to take care of him."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2006 2:09:21 GMT
"I know Grace, or at least I think I do. I've tried not to think about it." Melain replied. 'It's a hard reminder that I can't save everyone. In a perfect world I'd be the perfect doctor, and everyone who enters my doors would enter knowing they would exit again."
"In a perfect world no one would need your services." Grace replied.
Melain smiled "Then I could become a musician like I wanted to when I was a child."
"Really, what did you play?" Grace asked as they enterd the turbolift.
"Bridge." Melain directed, then felt the subtle change in velocity. "Piano, Clarinet, basically anything I could get my hands on. I sang too, although it's been so long I doubt my voice could handle a lulluby never the less anything complicated."
"Why did you chose to be a doctor then?" Grace asked.
"Practicallity and passion. It's hard to make a living being a musician, and I had a passion to help people. My mom worked as a nurse on earth and I was fasinated by her stories about patients, illnesses, treatments." Melain replied as she stepped off the turbolift. "You where in medicine back in the 20th century, do you remember why you chose it as a career?"
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 12, 2006 12:32:54 GMT
"No, I don't remember. From what I've been told I was a good one, I was a Pediatric specialist."
"Maybe that's why your so good with Massally. She asked me why you haven't come to visit her. I told her we have all been very busy, and that I was sure it wasn't anything she had done."
"Oh how terrible of me! I have been to wrapped up in things that I hadn't hought about visiting Massally. After we are finished here, I will go and see her straight away."
"I know she will like that." Melain said as the doors to the turbolift opened and they stepped on the bridge.
They were the first to arrive. The two of them approached the Commodore, Grace was the first to speak
"Hello Commodore. Congratulations on your promotion. It is well deserved." Grace's tone wasn't her normal friendly tone, it was more reserved. Harrias wondered, it seemed like she was afraid of him.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 13, 2006 14:21:36 GMT
It could easily been said the past few days had been busy. A bit like an anthill in mating season. Things had been hectic as well. A bit like that same anthill when they discover an anteater and a Burmese speciality cook are coming for them. Frek had spent most of his time with the star charts of this sector, trying to tie the clues provided by the riddle to the celestial bodies. All that puzzling made his brain become a bit riddled as well. If he was going to be doing this for much longer it would be only a matter of time before the stars started dancing before his eyes. That would probably qualify him for a good session on the Counsellor’s couch. For a moment he wondered if she actually had a couch in her office.
Luckily for him his inevitable mental degeneration had been postponed for the time being. Before answering the call to report to the bridge Frek went over his results. Probably better not to come empty handed after the last time. A satisfied grin appeared in his face. “Not too bad,” he mumbled to himself.
Grace had thought the last part of the riddle was a reference to a dwarf, a red dwarf in this case. It had fitted in with the rest. The only problem being that there were two red dwarf systems that could be the point of interest. The merchant had tried to say something else, but lost consciousness before finished the sentence. It probably was inevitable; these sorts of things never seemed to be easy. As the turbolift hurried him to the requested location Frek wondered if Melain and Grace had made any progress in coming up with what had caused the Cardassian’s insanity and more importantly, the deaths of all the others. With the lack of information he sincerely doubted they had anything substantial. But still, in less than twenty six and a half hours they would reach the first of the two systems. And for some reason he didn’t want to end up like all those others before them. His antennas hadn’t wiggled enough yet in this lifetime.
Peaceful Exploration and Adventure. That’s what it had said in the Starfleet Academy brochure. He didn’t know those words also implied villains, Borg, murder, portals in space and time, deadly birds and not to forget unwashed Anu’T-Rofs. Another year like this and he might end up a little bit more dead than comfortable by the end of the next. And that wouldn’t be something to look forward to.
The two women turned around to see who was entering the bridge, hearing the sound of the doors open. Frek hadn’t seen both of them for some time. The counsellor not since their little discussion in the messhall with Hannah and Melain not since… Well, he actually hadn’t seen her since that briefing. Perhaps that was just as well, he didn’t really know what to say to her since they received the news about the merchants death. And to be honest, he felled about as comfortable as someone having to swim naked in a pool of yellow sweat. “Captain,” he greeted as he walked up to them and nodded at Grace. He looked more or less at Melain and gave her a careful smile.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2006 17:04:20 GMT
Melain looked out the viewscreen to see that they where nearing their destinations, although the specifics of that where still up in the air. Idealy they'd be able to procede now with no more trouble, althout considering their track record that was unlikely. She heard the door slid open and turned around to see Frek enter. She hadn't seen him all week, which was odd considering his individual track record for sickbay visits. Then again maybe he was being extra careful just to avoid her...
Why could she not just let it go? He'd orderd her out of there for a good reason, for the good of the mission, and what else had he said...he said that he did not want to leave her behind. Whatever that meant. Although in retrospect Melain would not have wanted to leave him being either. Still tangled up in her emotions she didn't greet him as he enterd. He gave her a slight smile and she found her heart melt like ice on a hot summers day. She needed to learn to lighten up.
"Frek...." she began. "Thank you. You saved me from making a stupid decision."
"You where in no place to make any other choice but that. You Doctors live by a different code, and if that means you are willing to risk jail for the life of a man you don't even know then that code is fine by me. A little extreme maybe, but certainly honorable." Frek replied.
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Post by hannah on Feb 14, 2006 20:59:31 GMT
Hannah had tried to keep busy the last few days finding extra jobs in engineering just to keep her mind distracted. And every night she stayed up late making sure she was tired enough that as soon as her head hit the pillow she would be a sleep and wouldn’t wake up until morning and hopefully won’t remember her dreams or the nightmares that she had had that night. She spent the evenings mainly in the gym, as she had no holodeck privileges.
Hannah turned the page of her music book and lift the saxophone back up to her mouth. She took a breath and started to play again.
A moment later a call for all senior officers to report to bridge came in. She unclipped her saxophone from the strap around her neck and took the instrument apart placing it into the brown case that lay on her bed. Then she lifted the strap over her head and put that in the case as well. She grabbed the music book of the stand, threw it on top and closed the case. She folded the stand and pushed that and the case under her bed. She quickly headed out of her quarters and to the bridge.
On arrival she saw Frek, Melain, Grace and the captain already there. She’d spoken the Frek a few times of the last few days about the merchants clues, but she hadn’t seen the other in those few days.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2006 17:35:38 GMT
The captain raised his head as Cyle spoke "captain, i need to talk to you" he hesitated a moment, waiting for him ro respond. Cyle gasped slightly when he realized the "captain" had been promoted, to commodore
"well, what is it?"
"Sir, i dont feel i should take part in this mission"
Cyle felt the commodores eyes on him, but weither the look he got was friendly, Cyle didnt know, he wasnt excatly looking at the commodore, rather through him.
"and why is that?"
' i knew this was coming' Cyle thought before he answered. "one of the criminals we are on the look out for, i have had prior relations with sir."
Cyle waited for some kind of reaction from him, but was internaly glad when they were interupted by Frek, Melain, Grace, and Hannah. All of whom wished to speak with the commadore.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 15, 2006 21:12:52 GMT
One by one the remaining senior staff, or their replacements, arrived on the bridge. Unlike the last time the senior officers came together the Captain, or actually the Commodore, seemed far more calmed down and relaxed. And that was a good thing, Frek decided. He wasn’t really ready to be stripped of privileges for an additional month. The ship had entered the nebula sometime ago and was forced to slow down to prevent the warp field from collapsing. Apparently nebula particles and warp fields didn’t get along very well. Just like vampires and wooden stakes. Or occasionally Frek and the universe.
The picture on the main screen was provided by the forward cameras, it looked like it was suffering from tunnel vision. It almost seemed as if they were flying through a transparent tube. The riddle hadn’t exaggerated; it really looked as if it was a dense mist. Not the thick milky white sort of mist they tell you about in stories and fairytales, nor the ones rolling in from the sea where people always have the desire to be there. This looked like the nasty sort of mist you don’t want to get lost in. A dim white faded into a dirty grey, like white underwear worn for too long.
When they entered it the other end couldn’t been seen, not even on maximum magnification. But now a small black spot became visible at the centre of the screen. It grew in size and once again the riddle hadn’t lied. Soon the black spot matured into an eye-like almond shaped form. In the middle of the eye a star twinkled. The pulsar. Occasionally a part of the nebula drifted through the ‘tube’, obscuring the almond eye. It was winking. You might think this resembled a naughty eye belonging to some child, with all its twinkling and winking. Well, you are wrong. It had the malevolent glister found in the cold dead eyes of a killer.
Despite the sombre sight provided by the big screen fronting the bridge, Frek felled quite the opposite. He was quite pleased, to say the least, that Melain seemed to have lightened up a bit. Briefly he tenderly rested his hand on her arm. “I should thank you,” he said, “I’m glad you’re not upset or angry with me. Or at least anymore.” At that moment he felt quite…
“Now that we are all here,” Jira started with a loud voice effectively getting everyone’s attention before lowering it to a more decent level. Since this wouldn’t take very long, he didn’t see any need to call them to the conference room. The bridge would do. “As you can see we’re reaching the light at the end of the tunnel.” The Captain, now Commodore, turned half around and stretched his arm out towards the screen.
Frek frowned. Not because the Commodore almost caught him in the eye with that action, but of what he said. ‘Light at the end of the tunnel.’ “A lot of people who died claimed to have seen a light at the end of a tunnel,” Frek enlightened. The others stared at him for a moment. Most with at least a raised eyebrow. “Okay, not the people who actually died,” Frek added. When you’re dead it’s universally difficult to claim anything, or at least very complicated. “I mean the ones that died but survived.” “A near death experience,” he added in a flare of brilliance.
Jira sighed and continued. “As I said, we almost reached the first of the two possible locations. First we’ll have to determine if this is correct the correct system. The best way to do that is to see if we can find those lost ships. Perhaps there is some debris in space, perhaps they crashed or landed on one of the planets. A ship or a shipwreck shouldn’t be that hard to find.”
The Commodore decided to pause for a few seconds and looked at his officers. “If this is the right system there’s a chance that our ‘friends’ are here as well. Counsellor, could you provide a psychological profile based on what we know? I want to know what we can expect from them.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Doctor, something unpleasant happened to those crews. With the little we know this moment I know it’s hard, but try to prepare for whatever is waiting for us.”
“Lieutenant Stevenson,” Jira turned to the engineer. “Yes sir?” “If they hid that treasure it’s likely our transporters will have some trouble with it,” Jira said, “Either because the nature of the place they hid it or because they used transporter blockers. We might have to bring down transporter beacons or tag the artefacts. Get the necessary ready. Mr Thelev, coordinate the search with Ops.”
It all sounded quite logical. You don’t go through a lot of trouble in hiding something when the next person to come along can simply scan for it and beam it onboard. Frek wished if that would only be possible. He already had visions about crawling through nasty places with nasty crawlers and other nasty surprises.
“We still have twenty-six hours and twenty minutes before entering the red dwarf system,” the Commodore ended, “That should give you enough time. Dismissed.” “Sir…” Cyle started. Jira nodded. “In my ready room Lieutenant.”
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 16, 2006 16:54:15 GMT
Grace left the bridge with Melain, both headed to their respective office's for their assignments.
"Wonderful, a psychological profile on four very nasty people, I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. I've been studying their files, since we came back from Anu’T-Rof. I have yet to discover something endearing about them. What about you, Melain?"
"I don't know how much more I can find on an insane Cardassian. I wish we could get the correct info from Cardassia."
"I had an idea about that a while back, but I don't know if the capta, I mean COmmodore would approve."
"Tell me your idea, then we'll see if we can get it by the Commodore."
"Well, I was thinking about having Danara contact Cardassia again, only this time I open my senses to the Cardassian's emotions. Last time, out of respect to Danara, I kept that in tight check. If I can sense the Cardassian is hiding something, it might be something I can communicate to Danara. Whereas, she could use it against the Cardassian. What do you think, Melain?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2006 22:05:32 GMT
Melain thought about it for a moment "I'm not sure, we are going to need Danara' permission of course. What if you and Danara talked with the Cardassian administration rather then having you hide in the shadows. I don't like the idea of you reading the administrator without his knowledge, besides aren't Cardassians difficult to read? or at least the trained ones are and anyone dealing in foriegn relation will be trained."
"They can resist a mind meld, as for a simple emotion can, I can;t be sure till we give it a try. Are you up to it?" Grace replied.
"What other choice do we have, I'm just afraid that stirring the dust on this issue again is going to cause unneeded tension. My main question is why they where hiding the medical log in the first place, what's on it we are not ment to see?" Melain wonderd aloud.
"Hard to say, it may not even be related to the treasure."
"You might be right." Melain replied. =A= Ensign Danara, please meet us on the Bridge=A=
=A=If this is about what I think it is doctor, I must warn you. Any attempt to retrieve those files again is going to cause a sore spot in my people's side. If my grandfather's name did not yield results, I doubt nothing will=A= Danara replied.
"I think she is right councellor, besides I did some research on my own to find out what might cause such insanity and came up with nothing. With ony the Cardassian as a lead it is highly possible his insanity was an isolated event. I'm still going to take perventative measures with the crew, but I don't think this is worth the risk." Melain decided.
Melain pulled up beside Grace who had stopped "I can't believe that you have said that Melain, is there something you have not told me?"
"I have reason to believe that the Cardassian's sanity is a great sense of embarresment for the cardassian governent. Such weaknes is not something they would be proud of, I suspect it was due to a mistake on thier part, not the treasure itself." Melain tried to explain. "After all, the treasure is on a crashed vessel correct? How, or better yet why, would a Cardassian crew set up a trap that would catch themselves?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2006 18:02:23 GMT
Melain had returned to her office to research safety techniques for the up coming hunt. Biosuites for anyone on the surface, a mandatory 'report immediatly to sickbay if you feel odd' continual scans for any spacial anomalies that may play havoc with a humanoid brain. It was dull but very important work. Just as she was finishing her work the door to her office slid open.
"Any luck?" Melain looked up to see Danara, she looked tired most likely from trying to predict the move of the criminal gang who kept lurking in the shadows.
"I haven't got a clue what made the cardassian insane, but I've got a good idea of how we can prevent it with our people. "Melain replied. "You?"
"So, so, the criminals are very in the shadows, which tells me they don't have much for weaponry, or at least nothing that will match ours. If anyone goes to the surface they are going to need to be armed and escourted by some of Cyle' marines. If they attack us in their ship I doubt we'll have much damage, but they might be hard to disable since their ship is probably fast and small." Danara sighed. "You understand about the archive thing right?"
"Yeah, besides if Starfleet uses you as a go between for this kind of thing, your popularity at home is going to sink." Melain noted as she pushed back form her desk and stood up. "So what brings you here anyway?"
"A Goodbye. I won't be leaving till we get back to the Assialent, but I have time now." Danara replied.
'goodbye? Where are you going?" Melain asked, she'd never expected Danara to leave, was she returning to CCardassia?"
"Starbase Conquerer has set up a new fighter wing, they sent out a notiication to all trained pilots asking for volenteers to signs. I've accepted."
Melain was very surprised "You fly fighters? I thought..."
"That does not surprise me. I trained in small craft navigatin, but was encouraged to switch over to tactical for my last year since there wher eno spots availablein any of the wings, it wasn't a huge stretch for me." Danara explained. "It's what I've always wanted to do, beside I think it might be best if there was some space between us, you know."
Sadly Melain knew perfectly. "Keep in touch, for some reason I'm fond enough of you I dont want to forget we knew each other."
"Same here. I think we've arrived at our destination, so you may want to send out that report." Danara suggested. 'I got to go, they'll need me on the bridge."
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Post by hannah on Feb 18, 2006 21:28:50 GMT
Hannah headed to the cargo bay to get supplies ready for any away teams that would be searching for the treasure.
On arrival at the cargobay she called up the inventory on the computer screen and looked for the location of the transported beacons and transporter tags. She knew all the equipment the cargo bay was in perfect working order as her and her engineering team had spent the last 2 weeks checking all the supplies on the ship.
She moved though the passageway between selves of crates and containers all filled with emergency supplies and extra equipment. She came to the area at the back of the cargobay and opened one of the crates and lifted out three transporter beacons. She moved over to the nearby anti-grav lift and placed the devices on it. Then she opened the crate next to it and took out a box full of transporter tags she hoped that there would be enough of them.
She then closed both containers and picked up the remote control of the anti-grav unit and steered it towards the door. On her way on she picked up a couple of tool kits just in case and then drove the anti-grav unit to the nearest transported room, ready for any away team going looking for the treasure.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 19, 2006 14:24:14 GMT
- “Sir…” Cyle started. - “In my ready room Lieutenant.”
Harrias looked at his marine officer, not completely sure what to do with him. But he realised, at the end of the day it was an important position, especially with Lieutenant Grayson out of the picture for the time being.
- “Permission denied. I need you on this mission Cyle. I don’t care what history you have, whether you hate each other or are married. Whatever the problem bury it and do your job. That’s an order marine!”
Instinctively, Cyle snapped to attention and threw off a salute. Sensing that his commanding officer wasn’t going to add anything more, he turned and left the room. The trill wondered whether it had been worth bringing him all the way into his ready room just for that, but then, he supposed that it kept it a small affair, rather than something all the crew would whisper about.
When the marine had left, Jira brought up a map of the system they were approaching. He had spent a few hours studying it already, hoping that he could gain some kind of clue. At the moment though, there was nothing. Maps of areas within and near to the federations primary borders were extremely detailed and updated frequently, meaning that debris, satellites and anything of significance showed up. These however were about five years out of date and patchy; missing chunks of space. The Nevada’s scans would be improving these maps when they got closer, but for the moment he had to use his imagination, which although full and colourful, didn’t tend to be very accurate.
He massaged his temples with his fingers as he walked around the 3D map, trying to postulate where any possible debris from the lost ships they were looking for could be. Just as he was settling on the most likely location, his comm. badge chirped irritatingly at him.
=/\= Jira here. =/\= =/\= Captain, there is something you should see. =/\= =/\= I’ll be right out. =/\=
Shutting down the holo-image, he strode out onto the bridge, but was stopped in his tracks by the view on the screen. Before them sat a very dead looking Galor class vessel. A closer look revealed some interesting insights however; the ship was still functioning, at least there was still some sort of atmosphere, as the outside of the ship was covered in minute life-forms, making the ship look like a stone that had been in a rock pool too long. He turned to Danara, who was manning the tactical console in the absence of Ensign Grayson.
- “Ensign, do they still have shields?” He was stunned, this vessel must have been here for at least sixteen years and yet it still seemed to have working systems. It defied belief. - “Affirmative sir, they have deflectors still active. It would appear that there are trace amounts of energy present in the nebula that are feeding the systems, and keeping them active.”
As she was speaking, Lt Stevenson had entered the bridge and was now staring in similar disbelief to the rest of the crew. - “It really is quite amazing sir. If we could find some way to harness it ourselves I reckon we could –” she ran her fingers over a console and then looked back up- “increase output by over 300%.” - “As wonderful as that is Lieutenant, it isn’t our current mission. I’ll let you have some fun on the way back if we aren’t be chased by anyone, which for this ship would be a miracle in itself. However, right now our priority is finding this treasure. And if that ship had any idea where it was, it might still be on the computer. Commander Talla, organise an away team, yourself, Thelev, Stevenson, Johnson, Dr’s Lorre and Mitchell and any additional security you want to take. You have two hours.”
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 19, 2006 14:43:52 GMT
Grace was in her quarters, having just awoken from a blissful dreamless sleep. She was having her usual for breakfast, coffee and sticky bun. While eating her breakfast she was going over the reports on the criminals. There was very little information for her to complete a proper psychological profile, but she was going to try;
The first one was a Bolian male named Oro D'Log, he is intellegent and aggressive and can be very charming.
The second one is a female Vulcan named T'Ror, she is highly intelligent, cold and ruthless. This is the one Grace knew was the most devious due to her Vulcan heritage. Having lived on Vulcan for a time, Grace (being HUman) felt it was un-natural to suppress one's emotions. Grace's professional opinion on T'Ror was that due to her suppression of her emotions, when she would be aggressive is when she would let those emotions come to the surface. This was all pure speculation.
The thrid criminal is a pirate named, bo'Tija, an Orion male. Considered to have double crossed the Orion syndicate. Has no scruples, common practice for a pirate. He is the one they suspected tohave killed Boksha-Tayo.
A Nausicaan female, named Oroset, is the fourth person they suspected. She is short tempered and aggressive, usually serves as the team’s muscles. Large woman, Grace thought, 6 feet 8 inches. Definitely a dark alley person. Grace's impression of Oroset was mostly that she did what she was told because she enjoys hurting people.
Grace continued to drink her coffee looking over all the available information on the criminals, but her mind also wandered to what caused the Cardassians on the initial ship to die as well as the old Ferengi cook's shipmates.
Grace completed her short psychological profile, took a refreshing sonic shower. Her discipline time of no privilages was up and she intended to enjoy sometime on the holodeck going for a ride on her bike.
Grace had just ridden the course for an hour, changed the program to a sandy beach, by the ocean. She sat under an umbrella with a refreshing lemonade in her hand. Her mind wandered away with her, then she was struck with a person's thoughts. It was Danara, she was going to leave the Nevada to go to Starbease Conquerer for a start up fighter wing. Grace was happy for Danara, this is something she had always wanted to try.
Grace had a smile on her face, first for Danara, it would be good for her to get some distance between her and Melain.
The second reason Grace had a smile on her face was because, no one would ever know that her control had slipped and had picked up on someone else's happiness by mistake. Grace also, never pointed out to Melain and Danara, it didn't matter what species was involved, Grace could hear anyone if she didn't have her control in place. It was Grace's little secret, she would go to her grave with it.
Just then, Grace recieved a call to report to the bridge. She left the holodeck entered the bridge and saw an amazing sight on the view screen, Lani walked over to her and asked "Where were you, I smell the sea?"
"I was on a holodeck enjoying a ride and surf. What's going on with that ship?"
"You'll find out shortly, your on my away team. We leave in just under two hours. Get prepared."
Grace made a salute and said mockingly (but quietly) "Yes, Sir, Commander Talla, Sir!"
Lani also quietly "Ha Ha Ha. Come on Grace no acting up, okay?"
"Not a problem, Lani, I'll be very professional. Unless of course we get attacked or something, then I'll scream like the woman I am. Now, I'd better go and prepare for the away team." Grace entered the turbolift before Lani had a chance to reply.
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Post by hannah on Feb 19, 2006 21:17:17 GMT
Hannah stood in the transporter room with the rest of the away team. She checked though her equipment making sure she hadn’t forgot anything. She had her phaser and tricorder strapped to her uniform and her tool kit in her hand. She hoped she wouldn’t need much else. She knew there was no need to bring a power pack as the ship was drawing energy straight from the nebula.
Hannah followed the rest of the away team on the transporter pad and turned to face the transporter chief.
“Engerize,” ordered commander Talla.
Hannah felt the familiar sensation of the transporter and the room in front of her blurred and was replaced by the dimly lit bridge of the Galor class vessel. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lower light levels. Then she noticed the dead Cardassian slummed over the helm, it seemed to be very well preserved for how long it would have been there.
Melain moved across to scan the body with her tricorder and Hannah moved to the back of the bridge stepping over another dead Cardassian body. She interfaced with one of the computer console and tried to access their database.
“There database has been deleted, I’m going to try to see if I can salvage any of the data, but it will take quite a bit of time,” she informed Talla.
“Understood, see if you can get any information on their course,” he ordered her.
Hannah began to work and but something was bugging at her about how preserved the Cardassian bodies were, she wasn’t a doctor, but knew that only vacuums could keep something so persuaded. She accessed the computer logs and looked up power usage and then she felt her stomach drop.
“Atmosphere to the ship was only activated about an hour ago,” she informed them, “That means that someone was here an hour ago,”
She didn’t want to say it, “And they could still be here.”
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Post by fthelev on Feb 20, 2006 1:40:25 GMT
The air on the bridge was stale and cold. It proved Hannah’s remark about the life support and climate control systems just being activated. Or this could of course be the natural musk on Cardassian ships. Frek had no way of knowing for sure, he had never been on a Cardassian vessel before. At least not that he remembered. This being a Galor-class vessel, not a freighter, it would probably one of the ships send after the original transport after the war. One of those that didn’t make it back. The bridge looked about as pleasing as it smelled. Apart from the occasional dead Cardassian placed here and there on the bridge, it was also painted in a rather horrid shade of brown. Everything looked harsh and sombre. Frek guessed that there wasn’t much call for internal-ship decorators on Cardassia. The helm controls were about as dead as the Cardassian pilot slung over it. That was definitely not the best way to end your career. Frek sincerely hoped this was not a preview of what was to come for them. He bended over to peer at the console buried beneath the body of one very deceased Cardassian. He couldn’t see much, the dead pilot covered most of it. He carefully tried a different angle. He still couldn’t see anything. With him walking around that console bending and straightening up again it must have seemed as if he was doing a rain dance.
Melain looked up from her scanning. “Frek, what exactly are you doing?” She asked a bit impatiently. Frek stopped with his rain dance and straightened up again. “Sorry,” he said. Every one on the away team probably felled a bit strained. After all, being on a derelict ship that had been out there for a very long time and with a crew that hadn’t been in need of a cook or for that matter any form of nutrition, for a very long time, doesn’t make things very relaxing. This clearly wasn’t the nice aesthetic location you would pick for a romantic picnic.
“I’m trying to get a closer look of the navigation controls,” Frek added indicating towards the piece of hardware. “Oh,” Melain said finishing her scans. “Why don’t you just move him?” Frek looked from the body to Melain. “Are you sure it’s safe to touch him?” he asked a bit uncertain. Who knows what eerie decease you could pick up by touching it. “I doubt he will mind,” Melain answered. “But it’s safe to touch him. Besides, whoever activated the life support did.” “And you can tell that from a scan?” Frek was genuinely surprised by that. Melain frowned. “No, of course not.” She pointed at the console. “You can see the mark on the panel where his head had been resting before being moved.” “Huh,” Frek said. He looked around the bridge as if looking for something. Soon his eye fell on what he needed. “Lieutenant, can I borrow that for a moment?” Frek didn’t wait for a reply and picked up the tool case the chief engineer brought along.
“What do you need that for?” Melain asked. Frek grabbed it at one side and lifted it. He pushed the Cardassian back in his chair. Apparently he didn’t agree and fell back to the console. He wasn’t a very bouncy Cardassian. As his head hit the console it stayed there solidly, like a brick on a lawn. He tried again. This time the former pilot stayed back. “I still don’t like to touch him,” Frek said. “Just to be sure.”
The panel was clearly deactivated, but it came to life with a press on the right button. Frek connected the tricorder to provide a real-time translation. As with the database the flight paths had been removed from the system as well. He tried the logs. Same result.
“Look at this,” he said, “This console has been accessed less then an hour ago. The console must have deactivated itself when the Cardassian fell back on it.” “What does it say?” Commander Talla asked from the other side of the bridge. Frek shrugged. “Not much. Everything’s been deleted. According to the system not very long ago. Someone took the data they needed and erased everything.” Grace entered the conversation. “Our villains,” she said with conviction. “They used the information to get a lead on the treasure and deleted everything to prevent it to fall in our hands.”
It sounded logical. They might be villains, but they were very thorough and obviously good at it. If they went on like this it wouldn't surprise him if they were considered for the 'Villaining Award of the Year'.
Frek felt someone touching his back. “I’m almost done. Hold on for a moment.” Again he could feel the touch. A bit more irritated he turned around to see who was so impatient. The pilot almost fell in his arms as he turned around. Frek could feel his antennas rise straight up. Just as a sense of panic. This was definitely not the person he wanted to have in his arms for a dance. And this one would probably only do the dance macabre. With some force he threw the body back. It landed on the floor with dull thumb. Like a weight falling of a table. A deadweight.
“Pff,” Frek puffed and leant on the armrest of the chair. “That wasn’t much fun.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “You did touch him,” Melain remarked. “So much for the being-sure-side of things.” Frek grimaced. “Yeah, and I really like to keep on the safe side,” he sighed sadly. The chair seemed to be a bit wobbly. He tried to push it back and forward, to see if there was anymore movement. Although it might have looked as sturdy as it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t. Sturdy that is. The armrest gave way and broke off. Not unlike the body it was deadweight as well. It slipped out of Frek’s hand and landed. Like with the body you might expect a loud thumb as it hit the floor. This time it was muffled by something. A foot.
“Oh dear,” Hannah said who had come looking for her tools, “That must really hurt sir.” Frek didn’t answer. He was to busy clenching his teeth together. He could feel the tears sting at the back of his eyes. “I think my toes are mashed,” he finally managed to say.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2006 3:25:32 GMT
Melain had opted out of having the away team where biosuites. The atmosphere in the ship had read clear and there was a consecutive groaning when she'd suggested it. In a way she was glad they were not wearing them, it was much easier to work with them off, and if the villians where around then it was also easier to avoid phaser fire.
Frek's preoccupation with the dead cardassian nearly drove Melain nuts, but it did not seem to bother her as much as Danara. "Something wrong?"
'It's nothing..." Danara insisted, wincing when Frek finally plucked up the courage to push back the dead Navigatot.
"No, it's something, if I'm picking it up then Grace is probably having a hard time ignoring it." Melain insisted, "If there is something worng with the bodies I need to know."
"I... we... Cardassians don't like having their bodies handled, even seen, by outsiders." Danara mumbled. "It's a stupid cultural thing."
"It's not stupid, and I can't believe I forgot." Melain sighed. "Frek, stop fooling arond and respect the dead. If any of the bodies need to be moved then Danara will do it."
"I'm not fooling around, it crushed my foot!" Frek insisted, hopping up and down.
"Last time something 'crushed your foot' there wasn't even any blood." Melain rolled her eyes. "Take off your boot."
It only took a moment before Frek was patched up and the away team was on their way. So far there where no signs of anything that would cause insanity. "Danara, Is it alright if I scan the bodies, something is not right here."
Danara looked hesitant, then took Melain's tricorder . 'I'll do it, what do you want to know?"
"How they died." Melain replied, "my readings are not consistant with suffication." She watched Danara carefully examine the bodies.
"You're right, these two where shot by a phaser, you can see the wounds and this one was choked, you can see by the marks on his neck, whoever did that was very very intent on killing him, it's almost impossible to choke a Cardassian." Danara reported.
"A boarding party perhaps?" Frek commented.
"Or an argument over the treasure," Melain added. 'Let's keep moving, the more we stay in one place the creepeir this ship gets."
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 20, 2006 4:12:41 GMT
Grace had been watching Frek wrestle with the Cardassian, all the while she was experiencing a odd feeling go through her. It was a feeling of being uncomfortable, but it wasn't her own feeling it was coming from Danara.
Lani noticed Grace was standing very still, "Grace are you sensing anything?"
"No, sorry. It was a quick feeling from a crewmember but passed suddenly."
"If you sense anything, raise the alarm immediately. I can't help feeling a bit at odds with our situation."
"Trust me, I'll let you know immediately. I believe this is the first time we have been on away mission together since I returned a year ago."
"Your right. Seems like old times, doesn't it."
"Yes it does."
They both started to pick up on the other conversation:
You're right, these two where shot by a phaser, you can see the wounds and this one was choked, you can see by the marks on his neck, whoever did that was very very intent on killing him, it's almost impossible to choke a Cardassian." Danara reported.
"A boarding party perhaps?" Frek commented.
"Or an argument over the treasure," Melain added. 'Let's keep moving, the more we stay in one place the creepeir this ship gets."
"I agree with the doctor, let's keep moving. If we encounter anymore Cardassians to move, please ask Danara, out of respect for her culture."
The group left the bridge.
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Post by hannah on Feb 22, 2006 19:38:28 GMT
Hannah checked how her program was going trying to find data to reconstruct, but she wasn’t having much look they had done an excellent job of deleting the database. Then Talla informed them that they would be leaving the bridge.
“I’m having no luck reconstructing any data from here, I may have better luck from the computer core,” Hannah said.
“Understood, we’ll head there,” he said.
Hannah followed the rest of the group towards the lift. Then Frek turned and looked to Hannah.
“Is it safe?” Frek asked.
Hannah walked over to the panel next to turbolift and tore it of the wall. She looked at the power and checked that everything was in working order and then did a quick scan of the turbolift with her tricorder.
“The turbolift is working, but it will only go to deck 6 as there is a bulkhead blocking the rest of the shaft, we’ll have to find another root from there.” Hannah informed them.
The group stepped into the Cardassain’s version of a turbolift and Darana ordered ‘Deck 6’ in Cardassian. The lift movements were familiar and they arrived at there location in minutes. They stepped out and walked down the corridor, phasers raised high just in case.
“This way,” Hannah said, “There’s another turbolift shaft at the other end of this deck.”
Danara stopped and moved over to the door on the left hand side of the corridor.
“This is there sickbay,” she said to group looking partially towards Melain.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2006 23:27:28 GMT
"This is their sickbay" Danara pointed to a room off the corridor.
"Perfect. The ships CMO should have, idealy, recorded any anomalies in the crews health, including whatever set them off. I'll only be a moment, Danara I could use a hand with translations." Melain asked.
"Don't feel too rushed, but remember we are no the only ones here. Danara, stick with the Doctor and keep and eye out for trouble. We are going to head towards the core, meet us back on the Bridge when you are done." Talla orderd.
"Understood." Melain replied. " Keep and open comm, If I find anything you need to know I'll report it immediatly. Let's get started."
Danara quickly secured the cardassian Sickbay and called a clear. Melain stepped in to see two dead cardassians on the floor, One had the uniform of a Glinn, the other was obviosly the CMO. Danara took out her own scanner and did a once over on the bodies. "Doctor died of a phaser wound, the Glinn from a deadly dose of sedative."
Melai let out a slow breath. "Most likely administerd by the doctor." The idea of a medical professional doing something like that made her feel sick the the stomech. "This is getting worse and worst. Give me a moment I'm going to check the medical logs."
Melain found the main computer consol and set to work. It was not long before she hit a dead end, all medical entries required the CMO's password. "I'm stuck, has the CMO got a PaDD on him?"
"No,and if he was a decent officer he wouldn't keep his code on a PaDD. I'll get you through." Danara replied slipping between Melain and the consol. A moment later they where through.
"You can hack?" Melain asked, astonished.
"There are a great many things I can do that you don't know about." Danara replied. "Get your info so we can go, it won't be long till the convicts know where we are."
Melain didn't question Danara's reply. She found that the logs leading up the the time the ship hit the nebula where standard. Then once they neared the winking eye, one report recorded high levels of neurotransmitters in a patient, then less then an hour later two phaser wounds, a stab injury, broken bones, then nothing. "We need to get out of here." Melain insisted, staring intently at the monitor
"We can't." Danara replied from where she stood behind her.
"Why not?" Melain asked, somewhat frusterated.
"Because if we make a move Oroset is going to shoot." Danara replied, her voice hushed. "No, don't turn around. She's in the doorway. Why doesn't she shoot?"
"Because she'd been told to get the information I have recoverd." Melain replied, she was divided between fear, frustration and a desire to share medical knowledge. That last one caught her by surprise, and yet why would it? The convicts had a right to know what had happend here. of course once they shared this knowledge there was nothing stoping the cold blooded Nausican from killing them anyway.
"Oroset, I have what you seek and I'm up to sharing it. It's complicated, so I'll put it on a PaDD for you to give to the others." Melain replied, she had planned a daring move, quiet out of character.
"Right then, I'm watching you StarFleet. You, spoonhead, drop the phaser rifle or you'll join your kind on the floor." Oroset orded, her voice was rough and deep.
"Do it Danara." Melain orderd. She heard the rifle drop the the floor.
"You're a fool Lorre." Danara spat, taking care to use Melain's formal name.
Melain shrugged the comment off and reached for a nearby PaDD, bringing it back to her, she snagged a hypospray laying on the desk. Pretending to upload the information she took advantage of the low lighting to hide her true intentions. "Here, should I bring it to you?"
"Slid it." Oroset demanded, Melain wasn't surprised, the Nausican had every reason not to trust her.
"I can't the floor is stick with blood." Melain replied. "And I can't throw very well."
"Fine then, but slowly." Oroset growled. melain slowly walked toward her, the PaDD outstretched in her hand. Once she was close enough she dove forward, dropped the PaDD and pressed the hypo to Oroset's neck. The Nausican waverd, then fell to the floor in a heap, a single shot fired from the phaser, hitting a bulk head a meter from where Danara stood.
"A Cardassian couldn't have done better, although I expect you used a sedative not a toxin." Danara commented, she seemed unfazed by Melain's stroke of bravery. 'She'll be after us again, and even angrier."
"We'll be gone by the time she wakes up." Melain replied. "Let's get to the Bridge, I'll contact the others on our way there."
=A= Doctor Lorre to Lieutenant Talla. We need to get off this ship, now.=A=
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Post by fthelev on Feb 23, 2006 0:39:37 GMT
Engineering proved be of little interest and the group had fairly quickly returned to the bridge. Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson copied all the data she needed to her tricorder. She could go through the data in more detail when back on the Nevada. Frek was standing in front of one of the one of the portholes and peeked out. His eye fell on something that normally shouldn’t be there. He wanted to turn around to notify the others and wiggled his toes. Melain could say what she wanted. They still felled somewhat detached. Of course he was still fairly better of then the crew of this ship. They got detached of something he valued somewhat more then his toes and most definitely didn’t want to get detached from. Namely his life. His mouth was already half open when Melain called in.
=A= Doctor Lorre to Commander Talla. We need to get off this ship, now.=A=
Talla looked up in surprise. “Something wrong doctor?” Frek waved and gestured towards the window, trying to get his attention. Talla choose to ignore it. “Doctor?” he asked again. Apparently he was still waiting for a reply. Whatever Melain said in reply, it got lost in the noise. And surely this wasn’t the sort of noise you want to hear. Especially not when you are on a ship in space. It was a creaking sound. One of the nasty kinds. The sort of creaking made by metal tearing. Or in this particular case a starship. This necessarily didn’t automatically have to be bad thing. Unless you are on that particular starship of course.
“What hell was that,” Talla shouted with a raised voice. It was somewhat unclear who he was talking to. To the rest of team on the bridge or the doctor, whose reply had been a little bit less audible during the cacophony. “I encountered one of the villains,” Melain said. Though the comlink was still active she didn’t need it for her communications anymore. She was standing in the doorway and addressed them directly. “They are here.”
A sudden heavy tremor went through the vessel. For the next half hour the floor started to resemble one of those cakewalk things on a funfair. Okay, it might not have been half an hour. Perhaps a few seconds at best, but still. Together with the metal that seemed to be screaming for vengeance it wasn’t the most comforting thing. It seemed to be doing its very best to throw the Nevada’s away team of their feet. And it almost succeeded in that. The trembling and the noise stopped. Giving a short respite. And short it was. For one final time it started again. The hard sound of tearing metal was a companied by a last shudder. The sorts you could expect from something or someone dying. Frek grabbed a locker to prevent himself to fall over. With a loud bang the locker door tried to close itself. It might have seemed impossible, but Frek managed to top all the noise with a stream of words not suitable for a family holodeck program. It didn’t last long though; it was soon muffled as he stuck his fingers in his mouth. Trying to sooth the throbbing pain. A healthy Andorian baby normally is born with ten fingers, ten toes and two healthy swaying antennas. If things continued in this rate he might be short of those soon.
“What happened,” Talla asked again. “Tessahipleavi,” Frek tried. He suddenly realised he still had his semidetached fingers still in his mouth. He took them out and tried again. “There’s a ship leaving. It was hiding in the nebula.” This time it sounded more clearly. “They were targeting us with some sort of beam before all this started.” That didn’t exactly explain why the one they were on was falling apart. “I think they overloaded the structural integrity field,” Hannah was quick to add.
Frek threw a glance out of the window. He didn’t like what he saw. A part of the vessel was drifting away. “The ship’s falling apart. We’d better leave.”
Talla did a quick head count after they all materialised safely on the transporter pad in transporter room one, safely on the Nevada. “That ship was dead in the water,” Talla noted, “That shouldn’t cause the ship falling apart. Even with the integrity field offline.” He was right about that. What he didn’t know, or any of them, was that the life forms attached to its hull had from fed it, causing the ship to weaken. It had already been on the verge of falling apart.
Through the com system the Captain was informed of their return. “No need to rush.” The commodore’s voice sounded bitter. “Lieutenant Stevenson, please report to the bridge. We seemed to have lost warp capacity.”
The away team looked at each other. That meant that bunch of criminals managed to get a head start. Again.
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