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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 8, 2005 14:36:03 GMT
- “Captain, incoming transmission from Starfleet Command.” - “If they aren’t getting us out of here, then I don’t want to hear about it.” - “Uhmm, Sir. I don’t know what they are going to…” - “Sorry, on screen.” Harrias interjected quickly, not having meant to speak his previous words aloud.
The federation logo on screen was quickly replaced by the face of Fleet Admiral Arok. He offered a small smile although Harrias wasn’t completely sure that it wasn’t a scowl, but before he had any more time to consider that, the klingon started to speak.
- “We have received intelligence from the USS Starling, a small vessel carrying out scientific research within the beta quadrant, of a borg cube.” He paused, maybe relishing the horror that he was causing the bridge crew on the Nevada. He continued. “However, thankfully for the federation, this cube appears to be derelict. In the time that the Starling passed it by they measured only very low power readings, and there was evidence of a battle. We are not ruling out the possibility that the cube is simply recovering from its wounds, but from the intel we have received it seems likely the cube has been there for a long while. Shipping lanes have avoided that area for almost a year, and very few other ships have ventured near it.” - “Surely a cube there, not moving for that long would have attracted some attention.” Harrias objected. - “Captain Jira. We are not the only race to have run-ins with the borg. I think it is most likely that everyone is too scared to go near to it, regardless of the possible prize if they do. So, it is for us to take that step, and for us to take the spoils. I wish you good hunting Captain. The coordinates have been sent to you.”
Captain Harrias Jira nodded in farewell, and then the screen reverted to the federation logo, and then back to a planet they were in orbit of. Harrias leant back, stretching his chest and stomach, which were still sore after having multiple pucks fired at them. He smiled, it had been a bit of fun, and he was sure that a lot of money exchanged hands from bets placed on the game, though as captain he knew nothing of that. Of course.
- “Mr Thelev. You have the coordinates?” - “Aye sir. We are to rendezvous with a specialist at Starbase Bellicose before we go though sir.” - “Nice to know the Fleet Admiral doesn’t tell me these things. Okay, well you better get us on our way. Wouldn’t want to be late for our rendezvous.”
Harrias walked through to his ready room without saying anything much else, and behind him, Zhuk slipped into the command chair. The trill leant back into his sofa. The Borg. A shiver ran down his spine, causing his whole body to shudder. Jira didn’t like this. Jira had had bad experiences, ones that Harrias couldn’t quite fathom out yet.
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Post by fthelev on Dec 8, 2005 16:30:38 GMT
Okay, maybe this surveying this was a little boring. But it wouldn’t get you killed, let alone assimilated. Sure, you might go brain-dead from pure boredom, but still. Sitting in a chair drooling over a brandy and staring at an equally dead plant is still a lot better than being assimilated. Frek punched in the coordinates relayed to them by the Admiral and plotted the course to Bellicose.
“Two days on cruise speed sir,” he informed Colonel Hrisvalar, now in command as Captain Jira left the bridge.
Hrisvalar nodded. “Take us under way.”
The Sovereign-class starship broke orbit from the planet subjected to their latest scans and moved out of the system. Once clear it jumped to warp with the characteristic bright flash.
On the bridge Frek swivelled around in his chair. “Do we know who we are picking up sir?”
Hrisvalar shook his head. “I know as much about this as you do Mr Thelev. Probably some scientists who want to study the cube.”
Admiral Arok had mentioned only that it was a specialist. He assumed it would be a Borg specialist. Hopefully a specialist in blowing them up, not a specialist who wants to study the metal alloys in their eye-piece thingies. Fortunately Frek didn’t have any prior experience with the Borg. The last time they invaded Federation space he was still a little andorian trying his best to annoy his parents. But he knew what they were capable of. Everyone knew. If a single cube could destroy a whole fleet he didn’t want to know what it could do to a single ship. They might say it was a derelict, but it didn’t comfort him much. For all they knew there was still something onboard that could come live. And unlike Transvÿlian zombies they wouldn’t be asking for a cold beer. A quick glance around the bridge showed he wasn’t the only one being a little uncomfortable. Expressions of utter boredom had been replaced by those of tension. Hrisvalar had gotten up from the command chair, standing between the ops and helm consoles, resting his hands on the back of the seats. He stared at the stars expansion on the main viewer.
Then he turned. “So how did you like the hockey game last night?” He was trying to get the thoughts of the crew to a lighter subject. He grinned at Parker who was sitting to Hrisvalar’s left. “Shame you were on duty last night. It’s a weird human game, but I found it quite entertaining.”
Frek looked up at him in dismay. For a moment he didn’t know what was worse. The Borg or hockey. For him it had turned out to be a disaster. Basically every part of his body was in pain. If it weren’t the bruises it was his sore muscles. The fact that he couldn’t skate didn’t help much either. He only had them on for perhaps a minute before he sprained his left ankle. The other followed seven minutes later. Clearly this type of exercise wasn’t for him.
“Yeah, great fun,” he said and managed a small smile. “But if you don’t mind I’ll pass next time.” Zhuk turned away suppressing a grin. He went back to his chair and went through all the ship’s status reports. He wanted every thing to be in tip-top shape. After all, their lives could depend on it one day, certainly with the Borg involved.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 8, 2005 17:25:42 GMT
Grace sat in her chair on the bridge, not moving, not talking, not paying attention to anything anyone was saying. All that kept going through her mind was "THE BORG! THE BORG!" She was having the worst case of foreboding she had ever had in this part of her life.
"Why is this affecting me so bad. I worked along side some liberated Borg. I never had a problem with that. Why? This isn't a vision, why am I so scared." Grace thought to herself.
She was so lost in thought she never heard the exchange between Zhuk and Frek about the hockey game. She stood up and left the bridge, stepped in the turbolift, with no destination in mind.
Grace found herself a little later wandering a corridor, with no idea how she got there or where she was. She accessed a panel to find out where she was pulled herself togethere and headed to her quarters.
Grace had no memory of being on the Borg ship, with the exception of minor flashes. Why should the mention of a Borg ship cause her to panic, because that was all it was. A major panic attack. "Get over it Counselor. You are the ship's Counselor, some body may need you. Pull yourself together."
She was still frightened out of her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2005 22:58:43 GMT
Melain was woken up rather rudely byher comm badge =A= All senior officers are to report to the conferance room=A=
She yawned, and stared at her crono, she'd only slept for three hours. After the Hockey game Toledo had taken her to the Heran's quarters. A Bajoran family who was hosting a post-fast banquet. It was a small affiar, Melain, Toledo and Adara were the only other Bajorans on board apart from the small family of three. But she'd spent most of the night chatting and getting to know the other's she'd returned to her quarters very late.
Massally was still sleeping on a small bed Melain had set up in the living room. She'd spent the evening playing with the Heran childern, who were surprisingly receptive to her disability. Melaion didn't bother to wake her up, she was old enough to look after herself, and wouldn't get into much trouble if left on her own.
Melain had looked forward to a breakfast of Jumja rolls and coffee, but was in too much of a rush to fullfill that desire. Instead she dressed wuickly and headed to the Conferance room on an empty stomech.
Frek, Harrias and Zhuk where already seated, Melain could tell by the looks on there faces that any news they had was not good. Harrias nodded at her as she came in, and gestured to a seat. She took it and picked up the PaDD on the table in front of her. It outlined what information they had on the mission. She read it over and new why the others looked so stone faced.
"The Borg, Prophet's Protect us." she mutterd. She put the PaDD down like a disguarded washcloth, and tried to recall the happy memories of the night before. How she'd managed to make several excellent passes, and only fell twice. How Frek had fallen so many times, she'd asked if he wanted a pillow to strap on his behind. How Danara had bodychucked Zhukarak so hard he almost broke the boards. How Toledo, after getting off his shift, had cheerd from the sidelines...
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Mc7_of_9
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 9, 2005 1:48:37 GMT
The man watched the sensor panel and followed the progress of the Sovereign class starship as it neared the base at warp speed. One of the Federations crowning achievements when she was first built, and by far still a large part of the Fleet, she was also a fragile toy that could be snapped in two by an unruly child. He hoped this would not be that unruly childs time.As the ship drew closer, the man debated with himself when he should open communications. He decided that it would be better to test the ship, and her crews reactions to the unknown, so went to the replicator and ordered a Mochachino. The hollow in the wall whirred for a moment and his steaming hot coffee appeared as the silence once again decended upon the room.
He walked back to the sensor pannel and sipped the coffee. It was too hot for him to take his regular gulps, so the small sips would have to satisfy his body's thirst for it's one addiction. As the stars steaked past the ship, the level of coffee in his mug lowered, until it was gone completely. Now to see just how good a commander the ship has, he thought to himself, setting the mug to one side.
He tapped a few buttons, and began to speak,
USS Nevada. Come to coordinates 9853 mark 47 and come to a full stop.
One the bridge of the Nevada, the XO looked around to the Ops officer with a quizical look,
Where the hell did that come from?
Unknown Sir, according to my board, we've not accepted any transmission since Admiral Arok's. Also, I'm not detecting any source of transmission either Sir.
Frek looked confused, but was determained not to let the unknown person on the other end of the comm line hear this in his voice.
Unknown person. We will not follow orders from an unknown source. Identify yourself please
Secuirty clearance Alpha nine six bravo delta seven Omega. Enter that into your ships computer, and then follow my previous instructions Commander Thelev.
the mysterious voice commanded.
Frek could here the Ops officer entering the command sequince just given by the voice, and looked to see his reaction to the result of it. There was a breif look of surprise, almost verging on shock, which the young officer quickly covered up.
That command sequince is valid Sir. It's Alpha two clearance. The computer is telling me that I'm not authorised to know who the code belongs to.
Alha two, Frek thought to himself. That's an extremely high command sequince, and very few levels of command had those kind of access codes. Although he didn't like following orders blindly, he knew in this case there was not much he could do about it.
Helm, set course for those coordinates. Captain Jira to the Bridge please.
There was an air of tension on the Bridge. Every officer there was wondering to themself who could have such a high clearance code, and what interest they could have in the Nevada. Was Starfleet really that unhappy with the performance of the ship, her crew, and most importantly, her commander to have such a high ranking officer become involved?
After a moment, the doors to the Captains ready room opened, and the CO walked onto the Bridge, giving his XO a quizical look. Frek explained the mysterious communication, and that they were now enroute to the coordinates they had been given. Harrias was as confused as the rest of his crew.
Captain Jira, thank you for coming to the Bridge, the mysterious voice said, re-establishing the connection via subspace. In a few moments you will reach the coordinates I've given you, and will come to a complete stop. Once this is done, I will arrive in transporter room one. I expect you to meet me there. And a word of warning Mr Jira, I don't like to be kept waiting. With that, the voice was gone as quickly as it had arrived, awaiting no responce.
Jira looked around his Bridge. He wasn't accustomed to being given orders on his bridge, let alone reffered to as Mr Jira. Although bemused, he decided that the best course of action would be to do as this mysterious voice had asked, for the moment at least. As such, he stood from his command chair and nodded to Frek, who quickly replaced him as he headed into the turbo lift.
As the lift travelled through the bowls of the ship, Harrias' mind tried to fathom who this mysterious voice could belong to, but was unable to come up with any ideas that were at least probable. The ships CO entered the transporter room just intime to see a beam envelop the circular transporter pad. Harrias watched as a form started to take shape on the pad, still unable to indentify it. Once it was fully formed, he was still none the wiser as to who it was, other than the fact that he wore the uniform of an Admiral, and his pips identified him as a Vice Admiral. The tall man stepped down from the transporter pad and handed Jira a PADD. As he read it, the colour started to drain from his face.
I think we should go to the ready room before you say anything in reply, and with that, the man walked out of the transporter room with Jira in tow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2005 4:53:15 GMT
Cyle had just barely managed to get himself to the conference room from lack of sleep. For some reason he had not slept well the night before, he was confused himself.
When he read the PADD in front of him, he showed little emotion after he finished and simply took deep breaths and thought for moment. He looked around at the others and noticed they did not like what they would be doing, nor did he.
'aw crap, this is really gonna suck' Cyle thought to himself, as he sat in his chair. When Captain Jira was called to the bridge, he looked up inquisitively, wondering what was going on.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 9, 2005 11:50:18 GMT
Grace was still in a distracted state, taking her time, not wanting to get to the briefing. She was approaching a doorway, just as the door opened, she ran right into someone, knocking her down. She looked up to see who she had ran into, it was someone she had never seen before who happened to be with Harrias.
"Grace are you alright?" Harrias asked as he gave her hand to help her up.
"Hmm, yes, I am fine. Thank you! Don't let me keep you" then Grace continued on her way as if nothing had happened.
Harrias was inwardly concerned about Grace's behavior, but tried not to show it to the VIce Admiral, who had noticed she seemed a little distracted.
The Vice Admiral inquired to Harrias as to who she was, after all she was a Commander 1st Class. Harrias told him she was the ship's counselor and usually not so distracted, she will probably be back to normal next time they see her.
The two continued on their way to the ready room.
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 9, 2005 14:59:29 GMT
Harrias read slowly down the PADD that the Vice Admiral had handed him. Although he had never met the man before, he immediately didn’t like him. Not only was he using his rank as a truncheon to wield power, but his attitude was simply terrible. And from what he was reading on the PADD, it looked like things could only get worse.
He was so intent on reading the PADD that as they were stepping through a doorway, he walked straight into Grace coming the other way. She fell over quite defying her name, and Harrias felt so embarrassed that it took him a few seconds to remember to offer her a hand up.
When they were on their way again, the Admiral turned to Harrias, a slight look of disdain in his eyes. - “Who was that?” - “Grace Mitchell. The ship’s counselor. I’m not sure why she was so distracted, but I’m sure that she will be back to herself when next you meet her.” ‘Hopefully.’ He added this thought to himself. - “Hmm, indeed.”
A short time later, the human admiral was seated behind the desk in Harrias’ office.
- “So let me get this straight. Due to my conduct over the past few missions, Starfleet is temporarily removing me from command? And putting you in my place?” - “No. Due to your conduct over the past few missions, Starfleet is removing you from command, and putting me in your place. The orders don’t say anything about temporarily.”
Harrias paused, the words he was going to say stuck in his throat. Not temporarily? He looked down at the orders once more and noted that indeed, there was no reference to the length of time of this. He was about to start ranting at the Vice Admiral but paused and instead asked.
- “And my first officer? What about him?” - “What about him Captain?” - “Well it is hardly fair to remove him from his position due to my bad conduct.” - “Again Captain, you are not reading the message fully. It says nothing about his removal.” - “But, if he’s not being removed… we are both to…” He stopped, seeing the look on the face before him. “No?” - “No Captain. For the duration of this mission, you will be serving as Chief Engineer. Or indeed any of the vacant senior staff positions.” - “I… uhmm…” - “Captain Harrias Jira, as of fifteen hundred hours, stardate 911209, you are relieved of command of the USS Nevada-A. I, Vice Admiral mc7_of_9 am hereby the commanding officer of said vessel.”
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 9, 2005 15:21:45 GMT
“Captain Harrias Jira, as of fifteen hundred hours, stardate 911209, you are relieved of command of the USS Nevada-A. I, Vice Admiral mc7_of_9 am hereby the commanding officer of said vessel.”
The words hung in the air long after they had been spoken. Harrias was trying to work out if the man behind his desk, well it wasn't his desk anymore was it, was enjoying this. Surely he couldn't be enjoying removing a man from command of a vessel he had had for almost a year and a half. Whilst that length of command was nothing special in terms of the rest of the fleet, it was more than enough time to get to know the people, and the ship, and to think of them both as home. Suddenly that view of the Nevada was alien to Harrias.
If it is ok with the Admiral, I'll fill in the position of Chief Science officer.
That will be acceptable, Mr Jira. In line with your new position, your rank shall now stand at Commander 1st class, with all of the privileges and responsibilities accordingly.
Harrias felt as if he had just been slapped in the face. Not only was he in shock, but his body tingled slightly. Jira was be taking this as badly as I am, he thought to himself.
Your last duty as Commander of this vessel will be to inform the crew of the change of command. I'll leave it up to you whether you inform the senior staff before the general announcement or not. Unless there's anything else, your dismissed, Commander.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2005 15:31:02 GMT
After the Captain left to meet with the mysteriose visiter Melain was left in the breifing room with Cyle. Frek had taken his spot at the bridge to comply with the man's demands, and it seemed to Melain that whoever it was had a great deal of pull because his damands where being met. She looked across the table to the Marine Commander. "I'm going to find out what is going on." he looked up for a moment, and then down again at his PaDD.
Melain shrugged her shoulders and headed out onto the deck. "Who was that?" she asked.
"An Admiral I suspect by the command code he had. I haven't got a clue why he's here." Frek replied.
Melain felt chills run up her back. The crew's handling of the Beta XII investigation was slightly unorthadox and risky. The Captain's behavior could be under investigation, it wasn't normal to lock yourself in your quarters and gve command to the ships counsellor. Yet despite this she could not think of a worse man to toss from command. The Captain was the glue that held the crew together, and this was a tight crew.
=A= Computer locate Captain Jira =A=
=A=Unable to comly=A=
Melain took a deep breath, the computer's response made little sense. =A=Computer locate Harrias Jira=A=
=A=Commander Jira is in the ready room.=A=
"I could have told you that, he cut through the bridge with that Admiral and headed right in there." Danara replied from the tactical station.
Commander Jira? Melain thought, so he has been removed from command.
(O.O.C I'm not entirely sure if that was accurate, if you are removed from command, but placed in a senior officer position, do you lose rank?)
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Post by fthelev on Dec 9, 2005 16:30:50 GMT
(OOC: Admiral, FYI, Colonel Hrisvalar is the XO of this ship. I’m the helm officer.)
“Shut up!” Frek shouted back to Danara. She was already opening her mouth to reply. “I could make that an order,” he added. Seniority could come in handy at time.
He stared at Melain in dismay. “Is this what I think it is?” She looked back a bit helpless. Melain was about to reply when the intercom sounded.
Captain Jira’s voice came through. His tone was emotionless and his voice a bit croaky. “Attention all crew. This is Captain Jira speaking.” He paused for a moment. The last time he would use that rank. “As of now command of this vessel, the USS Nevada-A, has been transferred to Vice Admiral Mc7_of_9. I will remain onboard to perform the duties of Chief Science Officer in the rank of commander 1st class for an indefinite period.”
The intercom went silent, as indeed most of the crew at that moment. Frek swallowed with some difficulty and looked at Melain. “So now we know.” He sounded mirthlessly.
She nodded, but didn’t say anything. She was clearly a bit shocked by the message and she wasn’t the only one. He had a hard time believing it himself too.
“Isn’t this great?” he threw his hands in the air in wild gesture. “First we are sent to that bloody Borg cube and now our Captain has been relieved of command, only to be replaced by some sort of freaky two star admiral.”
“I think you’d better not say that in his presence,” Melain commented.
He sagged down in the nearest chair and cringed as some his bruises hit the back harder than intentioned. “This is going to be a bad trip,” he sighed. Hell of lot worse than the one had a few years ago with the cake and mushrooms gone wrong.
“I hope you are wrong,” Melain replied, “For all we know this could turn out really well.” She said it as if she didn’t really believe it herself. “Have you seen Grace? She didn’t look much like herself either.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” He got out of the chair again and put a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we’d better get back up the bridge. They’ll probably come out of the captain’s ready-room at any time. The admiral doesn’t seem like the guy you want to have a bad impression of you.”
Melain looked up to Frek wondering how was going to do that, knowing how he was. At least his uniform was clean. A bit wrinkly perhaps, but not too bad in general. Still, he had a nasty feeling in his stomach and not only because it virtually been perforated by a hockey stick the night before.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 9, 2005 21:35:43 GMT
Sitting at his OPS station, Jamey was looking over the power systems, reconfiguring them back to a flight mode. The use of power while studying the planets had been changed several times by department heads needing to finish scans of planets, rings, moons and of the such. The call to a Borg ship would call for external sensors and tactical sensors to be the highest priority ... and dare should he think weapon systems.
Jamey lost his place in a power sub routine when the announcement was maid ...
Captain Jira’s voice came through. His tone was emotionless and his voice a bit croaky. “Attention all crew. This is Captain Jira speaking.” He paused for a moment. The last time he would use that rank. “As of now command of this vessel, the USS Nevada-A, has been transferred to Vice Admiral Mc7_of_9. I will remain onboard to perform the duties of Chief Science Officer in the rank of commander 1st class for an indefinite period.
The sub routine timed out and power to the bridge lights flickered bring Jamey out of his trance-like state. Running his fingers over his panel, he completed the programming keeping the bridge from going to emergency power.
'Whew,' Jamey thought, 'that would have been bad ...'
The ship was still sitting at the strange coordinate with the whole crew waiting to see what the next orders would be. At any rate, as was his job, the power systems and sensors were ready as they would ever be.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 9, 2005 22:19:09 GMT
Grace stepped into the conference room, having finally found it, only to run into Cyle leaving.
"No meeting Grace, some higher up has boarded the ship. I'm going to my office to look over security measures for this mission. Are you alright you don't look so good."
"I'm fine. See ya." She turned and walked away still distracted.
"Wonder what's up with her." Cyle thought to himself as he watched Grace walk away. FOr a moment he contemplated following her, but instinctively he some how knew she wasn't having a vision. Cyle turned the opposite direction and made his way to his office.
Grace, on the other hand headed to the bridge, more from habit than any other reason.
The message came just before the turbolift made it to the bridge.
“Attention all crew. This is Captain Jira speaking.” He paused for a moment. The last time he would use that rank. “As of now command of this vessel, the USS Nevada-A, has been transferred to Vice Admiral Mc7_of_9. I will remain onboard to perform the duties of Chief Science Officer in the rank of commander 1st class for an indefinite period.”
"Halt turbo lift. Mc7_of_9. Borg. Liberated Borg, but Borg all the same." If anyone had seen her face, they would never had known her capable of that much anger. She hadn't known she could feel that much anger. Although, somewhere in the back of her mind Grace said "I know that name, where do I know that name from?"
"Resume turbolift. Harrias may need me. Not that I will be of much use right now. Oh well."
Grace stepped off the turboliftjust as the Captian (Grace found she will not be able to think of him in any other way) and the Admiral were leaving the ready room.
The three stopped in front of each other, Grace was the first to speak. "Hello Admiral! I am Grace Mitchell, Ship's Counselor. Do either of you have need of my services?" They both shook their heads no. "No! Alright then." Grace turned and re-entered the turbolift.
Harrias noticed (so did a number of other personnel on the bridge) that Grace's tone was not her normal welcoming tone, it was almost, insubordinate. Harrias walked to the science station all the while thinking "I don't think she is taking this change any better than me, perhaps even worse. Maybe, I should speak to her later. Someting isn't right with her."
Harrias could feel a few eyes on him, he felt it best to lead by example and go about doing his assigned job.
The Admiral took the Captain's chair.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 10, 2005 13:29:49 GMT
As he took his seat at the science console, Harrias watched with a strong degree of chagrin as the ex-borg Vice Admiral took his seat in the centre of the large bridge. He looked around the bridge, seeing everything from a slightly different point of view, and not just because of location. He now held equal ranks to a few of them, and indeed, Hrisvalar was now one of his two commanding officers; above him now in the pecking order. The trill tried not to let his disappointment show. When Grace had left the bridge in such a hurry he had felt deserted by her, but now he was wondering about her, worried. However, now was not the time to immediately run off the bridge and sort out his crew. And regardless of the official CO, he was sure that they were ‘his’ crew.
He sighed, and tapped in a few controls. He frowned, and then walked across the bridge to Lt Parker’s console.
- “Jamey, I’m having some problems accessing the data that the Starling recorded. Anything you could help me with?” - “To preserve some power, many files have been set to have single access points. I believe that data is only viewable in astrometrics.” - “Thanks Lieutenant. You care to come down and give me a hand?” - “Sure.” His fellow trill replied after throwing a glance to the command chair.
As the two were walking down through the ship, Harrias started a dialogue with the operations officer.
- “How has your.. relationship with your symbiont been since.. since the.. you know.” He finished lamely. <Jamey> - “Mine has improved, definitely better than it was then. But still, I don’t always feel that we are working on the same wavelength. Indeed, at times I get the feeling that Jira purposely hides things from me. And yet, I was never aware that was possible. My only other thought is that maybe I’m still too inexperienced to fully access the symbionts memories. I’m not really sure.” <Jamey>OOC: Right, that is the first and probably last time you will see me using tags . Don’t like the things, they are evil. But… I couldn’t rightly answer Jamey’s part for this one, so it was the lesser of two evils. I would recommend that we start on our way towards the cube. Me and Jamey will do some investigating in astrometrics, Grace… you seem to be running around the ship panicking… which works for the moment. Maybe run into Lani, and I can chat to you about it through him. Mc7, I’ll leave you to direct the mission once we get to the cube.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2005 15:06:32 GMT
Melain watched as The Admiral and the Captain came out of the readyroom, Harrias was looking somehwat degected, and had lost a pip. He took the Science Station, replaceing Roman Vicente, the Admiral took the Captain's chair, and Melain felt her spine tingle with contained emotion. "I can't watch this, I'm going down to sickbay."
Frek looked up at her, as if he didn't not really want her to leave. he gave him a pitying shrug. "I've got to report to my post, our I'll look bad." she added.
Once in sickbay, she activated Tom's program, and met with all her staff in her office.
"What's going on, why has the Captain's been pulled out of command?" Rachel asked.
"Harrias has been what?" Tom asked, having been deactivated he needed to be caught up.
"An Admiral, mc7_of_9, came on board, he's taken command of the ship, and Harrias has been made a Commander. He's taken the vacant CSO position.
"I heard Roman had left, pity, he seemed quiet fond of you."
"Now is not the time Rachel. We are also on our way to a deralect borg cube. It's in the Beta quadrant so we can expect a fire fight. I want sickbay ready for anything."
The team looked anxiose, but Melain trusted that they could work under pressure, they'd always made her proud before
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 10, 2005 19:43:40 GMT
Grace continued to roam corridors, having no direction, more to the point, no idea what she was doing.
Eventually she tried to get into her quarters, but the door wouldn't open. As she was attempting to get her door open, Lani came walking by "Grace, what are you doing?"
"I'm fine, just trying to get into my quarters." Grace appeared to not have heard what Lani had said to her.
"Grace, these aren't your quarters."
"Of course their my quarters. I should know where I live. I should know my family's home. And who are you, I've never seen you in this neighborhood before? If you don't leave, I will call 911."
Lani was genuinely concerned for Grace. She seemed to not know where she was or when she was. "Don't you remember, Grace, I moved in just yesterday."
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I just ended my shift at the hospital. It was a terrible night in the ER. Now I need to get in the house and get the kids off ot school, so I can get some sleep. You have a nice day."
"Grace, I just saw your husband get the kids on the bus, why don't you and I go get a cup of coffee and some breakfast, then you can sleep."
"That would be nice, I am a little hungry."
Lani led Grace away, this was more then he could handle. "I'll take her to sickbay, that way the doctor can maybe help her" Lani thought to himself, hoping she wasn't listening to his mind.
"How did you know?"
"How did I know what?'
"That I can hear what people think.Jeb and I have never told anyone that little secret. And what do you mean by doctor, I am a doctor. Do you need a doctor, I can help, I am one you know."
Lani continued to talk to Grace as if they were in her previous life, the one she had never remembered about before, except for flashes. He hoped the doctor would be able to help her, but somehow he didn't think so.
They finally arrived in sickbay, Grace took one look around and seemed to know where she was "What are we doing here, Lani. I'm sure the doctor is too busy for small talk?"
"Grace, I thought you could use a rest, you haven't been yourself."
"Why is everybody so concerned about me. Don't I keep telling everyone, I AM FINE!" Grace started to yell.
Melain knew immediately that something was very wrong with Grace but she had no idea what it could be "Grace, why don't you get on a biobed, maybe something is off that I can fix."
As Melain approached her, Grace thought she saw some kind of a device that was spinning and whirling in Melain's hand. In her mind Grace was on the Borg ship again.
OOC: My bio will be updated with my earlier life. In the meantime, it is on the biographies board.
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Post by hannah on Dec 10, 2005 19:55:09 GMT
Hannah stood in front of the mirror in her temporary quarter on the starbase. She looked at herself in her brand new uniform and admired the two gold pips on her collar. Then she moved over the window to watch as the Nevada arriving at the starbase. She stared at it for a moment and then at stars beyond it. She was so excited and wondered what lied ahead for her.
Realising she was running late, Hannah picked up her bag which was already packed on her bed and headed to the airlock to meet the shuttle that would transfer all the new officers over to the ship.
Hannah arrived at the airlock to see that the shuttle had already docked and was allowing passengers onboard. She followed the flow of people onto the shuttle and sat in one of the empty seats.
The shuttle departed from the starbase a few moments later and made the short journey to the Neveda landing in the main shuttlebay. The excitement built up in Hannah as she made her way down the steps onto the deck of the Nevada, which seemed to mask the nerves she was also feeling.
Hannah dropped her bag of in her quarter’s not even taken time to look around. Instead she made her way straight to the bridge with her PAD in her hand ready to report to the captain.
The turbolift doors opened to reveal the bridge and Hannah stepped out. She moved over to the centre of the bridge where an Andorian was sat in the captain’s chair.
“Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson, Chief Engineer, reporting in sir,” she said eagerly holding out the PAD with her transfer orders on it. She realized that bridge eyes were all on her and there were whispers all round as they wondered about the new officer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2005 22:39:37 GMT
Melain was pulling up the Admiral Medical file when Lani, whome she'd only met in passing, entered with Grace. He was holding her hand, almost guiding her. He looked at Melain with a concerned look on his face.
Grace took one look around and seemed to know where she was "What are we doing here, Lani. I'm sure the doctor is too busy for small talk?"
Lani settled the Counsellor on a biobed. Melain picked up a medical tricorder and headed over. Grace had not seemed well during the breifing, apparently she was feeling worse. Lani stood back nervously and watched.
"How are you today Grace. I asked Lani to bring you in, it's time your your annual check up." It was a lie, and Grace would probably be able to tell, but Melian risked it any way.
Grace's only response was to slink away form the Tricorder, her eyes widened and she looked paniced. Melain backed off a little, and stared at the reading. She wasn't getting anything... she turned it over to Lani, and got a normal reading, so it was not the instrument that was the problem.
"Grace, what are you doing?" she asked. Graces files showed some evidence of telekentic abilities.
"Get away, No, noooo!" Grace yelled, she lept off the biobed and headed strait for the door. Lani caught her in his arms, and held her.
"She did not recognize me, she thought she was back home, in the past." The Martian explained. "I played along and took her here."
"You did the rihgt thing, get her back on the biobed, I'll put up a forcefield." Melain replied.
With some effort they had Grace confined, at least for the moment. "This has never happened before. She won't let me scan her, so I can't figure out why this is happening. Tom, come here."
Tom appeared at Melain's side. "Grace, what happened to her?" he asked.
Melain shook her head "I don't know, has she ever had any amnesia before, any relapses back into her old memories?"
<Tag Grace on Behalf of Tom)
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 11, 2005 3:58:34 GMT
"Nothing significant. She had quick flashbacks along time ago when we had a liberated Borg serving with us before, but nothing readable."
"She seems to be blocking my tricorder somehow." Melain said.
"When I first encountered her I checked her recorders. A Dr. Lansing reported that while on the Borg ship Grace aad erected a kind of shield aound herself keeping the Borg from assimilating her. She maintained this shield for her duration on the Borg ship. Apparantly, maintaining the shield for that extensive period of time had quite a strain on her mind control and once she released the shield she heard all the thoughts of the crew on the Federation ship that had rescued her. It was very painful, the doctor had to sedate her. Eventually a Vulcan Healer on the ship used a mind meld to help Grace, but she ended up traveling to Vulcan for more extensive help with her mind control."
Melain inguired to Tom "Should we contact a Healer, to see what they could suggest something we could do to help Grace?"
"I don't know. Maybe someone from her family would have an idea. Grace has a great, great, great, great granddaughter, who used to be in Star Fleet, maybe she could suggest something to help her." Tom suggested
"Grace has a granddaughter?"
"Yes. It doesn't surprise me you don't know. Grace is very good at getting people to talk to her, but rarely talks about herself. She didn't know about her granddaughter until an old friend who became a Captain found out about the granddaughter. That friend, introduced the two. The granddaughter has some of the same abilities as Grace but not as extensive. Apparantly, the telepathy was handed down to each female family member through the generations, with lessening degrees."
"This is getting stranger and stranger all the time. Fasinating from a medical point of view. WHat do you think triggered this behavior in Grace."
"When did she start exhibiting this behavior?"
"Let me think, I noticed it right after we were informed about this mission to the Borg ship. It seemed to become more pronounced after she saw the Admiral."
"More than likely, Grace may have picked up something, we can't see about this Borg ship. She has been around Borg and not exhibit this behavior before. It must be the prospect of boarding a Borg ship, that has brought this on."
OOC: This is all for now. More to come later.
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 11, 2005 14:30:23 GMT
Mc7 sat in the captains chair in the center of the bridge. It had been a long time since he had sat in one of these chairs, and despite the way he had got here, he had to admit he was enjoying it. It was time to get more familar with the ship and her crew, he thought to himself as he stood from the seat.
Commander Hrisvalar, you have the Bridge. If you need me I'll be in the ready room,
And with that, the former borg walked to the ready room, that until only hours before belonged to the ships Science Officer.
He sat behind the desk and pulled the terminal over to him, and decided that now would probably be a good time to record his first, of what he was sure to be many, personal logs aboard the Nevada.
Computer, being personal log.
I'm not sure if Harrias thinks I'm enjoying this or not. I wish there was a way for my to try to connect with him, to let him know that I don't want to be here. We'll, of course I want to be back in the center seat, but not under these circumstances. I've had a breif look over the crews personel records, and I have to say I'm impressed. Despite Harrias shortcomings in recent missions, he's done a good job molding these people into not only a damn good crew, but from what I can tell so far, into a family. I've learned the hard way that if your a commanding officer and nothing more to your crew, then you'll never see them at their best, or allow them to fulfill anywhere near their real potential. In that way, he really should be commended.
The issue of the borg has also been running through my mind ever since I arranged for me to get this assignment. Why are they back, and more importantly, why now? I don't know how, but the ship's Counsellor has something to do with it. I have no evidance for this, but I know it's true. I don't often get 'gut feelings', but I know when I do, they mean something. In her personel file I read that she, like me, was once held captive by the borg. The big difference between us though is that she was never assimilated. I on the other hand....
As he said that, he subconsciously rubbed his forehead, where years before a borg implant had been.
I'm going to keep a close on eye on her. She could will be vital in this mission, either to helping destroy the borg, or helping them to success. Only time will tell which will come to pass.
Computer, end log
OCC: Hey guys, sorry for the confusion early in the story about the XO, I must have picked things up worngly from reading over the boards! I'm really enjoying simming with you guys, and the activity levels on the ship are great! Keep up the good work! ;D
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Post by fthelev on Dec 11, 2005 16:49:30 GMT
With some reluctance Frek watched Melain leave the bridge. Of course he understood she was needed at her post, but he couldn’t say he liked it. With a deep sigh he returned to his duties, checking the flight path for anomalies. Behind him some new crewmember was reporting in to Colonel Hrisvalar. The Admiral had only been on the bridge briefly and retreated to his ready-room. The room that was now his.
“Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson, Chief Engineer, reporting in sir”
He could hear Zhukarak replying to her, but it went in one ear and out the other. More or less automatic he performed his duties and was glad when his shift was over. Tomorrow evening they should reach the location of the Borg cube. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to relax a bit. He could feel the strain in his body, as well as some physical discomforts. The aftermath of the hockey game. The turbolift stopped and opened its doors to let him out. He stepped out and almost immediately bumped into somebody. He looked up to see who was forming the obstacle. A not too tall human woman stood before him. He didn’t recognize her.
“Who the hell are you?” he wanted to know, raising his left eyebrow and antenna. Perhaps it didn’t sound very nice, but then again, he wasn’t in the best of moods today.
“Uh, the new chief engineer, sir. I was on the bridge earlier.” She sounded a bit insecure, perhaps not entirely sure how to handle the situation. “I came onboard on Starbase Bellicose.” The eyebrow dropped. As did the antenna.
“You came onboard with that admiral?” Frek probably now had a somewhat less friendly expression on his face.
The new chief engineer was unsure how to reply. “Well, uh, yes. I mean, I came onboard with him but I’m not one of his people.”
“So you basically have nothing to do with him?”
“No, we just came onboard at the same place.”
Still standing in the doorway Frek’s face cleared. “Ah, okay. So you’re going to take over from T’Fat, huh?”
He put out his hand. “I’m Commander Frek Thelev by the way, the chief navigation officer.”
“Hannah Stevenson,” the young woman replied shaking the offered hand. “T’Fat is going to be my assistant engineer, right? Haven’t had the chance to meet her yet, what’s she like?”
“Well,” Frek couldn’t suppress a little grin, “T’Fat’s…”
He stopped mid sentence, he heard a soft ‘whoosh’ on his right. The whoosh was followed by a stream of words which were very unlikely to be found in a dictionary. Not the regular ones anyway.
“Are you okay?” Stevenson asked a bit worried as she helped him up. “I’ve never seen a turbolift door close so fast. The safety must be malfunctioning.”
“So I guessed,” Frek groaned as he got to his feet. “Don’t worry I’ll be alright.” He stared at the door, now firmly closed. A piece of his uniform was caught between it, no longer connected to the rest of it. “As you can see some parts of the ship might need some of your attention.”
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Post by hannah on Dec 11, 2005 19:21:46 GMT
“I’ll get right on it,” she eagerly. She walked towards the turbolift and door slid open and she entered inside. She picked up the piece of uniform which had fallen the floor.
“Would you like this back?” she called to him with a wide smile on her face. He turned to look at his former piece of uniform.
“I’m glad someone found it funny,” he said to her. She held up the piece of uniform unsure what to do with it.
“You can keep it,” he called back as he walked away and the turbolift door shut.
“Engineering,” she ordered feeling the turbolift shoot downward. She arrived at her destination only moments later and stepped out making the short journey down the corridor to engineering.
As she entered the room she looked around, it had standard design of all starships with the warpcore in the centre of the room overpowering everything else. She walked over the nearest console where a dark haired man from his webbed hands she could tell he was Zardan. Hannah knew that showing any kind of manners would be taken as an offence.
“Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson the new chief engineer,” she said with a smile. She enjoyed saying that line.
“Ensign Terman,” he greeted her.
“Do you know where T’Fat is?” she asked him.
“She’s just gone of duty,” he informed her.
“Once you’d finished what you’re doing, could you have a look at the turbolift safety system, one member of senior staff nearly got stuck in the door,” she said to him. A slight smile crossed her face as she thought about him.
“Aye sir,” he said and turned back to his station.
Hannah headed into her officer to review the files on her desk of all the current projects.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 11, 2005 21:48:17 GMT
Lani sat on the bio bed next to Grace, his long legs dangling freely over the edge. Dr Lorre and the EMH had secured Grace firmly to her bed. It seemed cruel, but at the same time the martian understood that it was necessary. Grace seemed to have fazed out, paying no attention to any of them, but focussing all her attention on the tricorder; preventing it from taking any readings from her. Lani felt a bit duplicitous when a thought came to his mind. If she was so focussed on that tricorder, then perhaps he could get readings from another.
- “My concentration is not that easily won. I know your thoughts. Friends do not have such treacherous thoughts. Leave.”
Without forming a thought of his own, Lani started walking from the room, the command so firmly imprinted in his mind that not only could he not disobey it, but he was completely convinced that it was the best course of action. So it was that he arrived on the bridge, not quite sure why he was there. However, now he was here he resolved to speak to the Vice Admiral, and see if maybe he had met Grace before, and if he could explain her behaviour.
He took a deep breath, and then tapped the call button by the ready room door. After waiting a few seconds without reply, he tapped it again. Still nothing. His shoulders dropped; all the psyching up he had been doing, the preparation of words in his head, and it was all for nothing. He turned away from the door, and decided that perhaps he should get some more sleep. He took no more than two steps however, before the door slid open behind him, and mc7_of_9 walked out.
- “Admiral. I was hoping I could talk to you about our Counsellor?” - “I’m just making my way to sickbay Lieutenant Commander. You can tell me as we walk.” He voice was rough, but not as abrasive as it had been. And so Lani explained, perhaps letting more information out about Grace than he had meant to, but the ex-borg only nodded his head to each point, and sometimes made a small sound in his throat in affirmation.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 11, 2005 23:34:32 GMT
Grace felt more right than she had in a while. "These people, staring at me. It's as if they are expecting me to hurt them. I wouldn't hurt them unless they hurt me first." she thought. "I have to be let go, I have to get away from here before it happens"Grace had no idea what it was but she instinctively knew she had to get away.
"Tom." She said "Tom, why are you holding me here and who is that woman giving you orders. Your CMO, you should be giving her orders. I demand to see the Captain. He will make you release me."
Tom looked at Melain almost apologetically then replied to Grace "Grace, this is Dr. Lorre. Someone you know, a friend. The Captain has been relieved by an admiral."
"Preposterious. The Captian I know would never let some admiral relieve him. He's too big and Klingon. I don't believe anyone would dare relieve him."
"Grace, he is no longer Captain, remember, he resigned."
"I would never have thought you would lie to me. Your the only one on this ship I can't..." Grace stopped in mid-sentence as the doors opened and Lani returned with a liberated Borg. Grace began to look panicked again. SHe tried to get herself released but was unable to force her way out of her bindings. Her concentration on keeping her shield up was too delicate to attempt an escape with her mind, it could cost her her shield, she couldn't take the risk.
mc7_of_9 walked as close to Grace as he could get and said "Hello, Grace. How are you? I was wondering when was the last time you spoke to Caring?"
"How do you know Caring?"
"Her and I served together along time ago, we've remained in touch."
"Caring trusts you?"
"Yes, she does. Should we contact her? Could she help you now?"
"I don't know. I know I can't help myself, right now." Grace was beginning to sound more like herself the more the mc7_of_9 spoke to her about Caring.
Melain whispered to Tom and Lani "Who is Caring?"
Lani answered before Tom could "Caring Sorrow, Grace's great, great, great, great granddaughter. She used to be in Star Fleet, but decided the stars weren't for her and uses her counselling talents on Earth."
Mc7_of_9, knew he needed Grace to be herself again "I will contact Caring and tell her how you are doing. I will keep you informed, Grace."
"Please do, sir." Grace looked to the trio standing watching her, Melain was trying her tricorder again, instantly Grace lost it, with her mind she propelled the tricorder out of Melain's hand. "Oh no you don't try to trick me. Do't bring that thing near me." Grace said angrily.
Mc7_of_9 addressed the doctor "I think we can dispense with the examination for the time being, Doctor. It seems to upset the patient."
"You may be right, Sir."
Mc7_of_9 walked to a panel, to send a message to Caring Sorrow.
OOC: Caring Sorrow was my only other character, and I am bringing her out of mothballs for a special one time appearance. She seems a lot like me, oddly enough, though she is older than me. Confused, yet?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2005 2:25:55 GMT
Cyle was busy sitting in the conference room reading the PADD still in front of him, he did not care to notice if anyone else had walked in or left, he knew he was alone at the moment. His concentration was taken from him as he heard the ship wide comm come on
Captain Jira’s voice came through. His tone was emotionless and his voice a bit croaky. “Attention all crew. This is Captain Jira speaking.” He paused for a moment. The last time he would use that rank. “As of now command of this vessel, the USS Nevada-A, has been transferred to Vice Admiral Mc7_of_9. I will remain onboard to perform the duties of Chief Science Officer in the rank of commander 1st class for an indefinite period.
"great, now i gotta work with one of those used-to-bes" Cyle obviously had a problem with an ex-Borg being in charge of him, he never liked the Borg anyway.
He got up and went to the the security station and went over the crew list once again. Checking to see if his teams were still in order, and assigned new orders.
Cyle was himself disappointed that Captain Jira had been removed from command, he was starting to like him, though he had only been onboard for a short period of time, no one else really seemed to know him at all, the captain was the one Cyle liked, just from the way he acted with the others. He shook his head as he sat at his desk, sighing
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