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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 17, 2005 15:33:51 GMT
At this point, they were at the nebula. Jamey and Harrias were going to begin their scans, then it happened: Grace had a vision.
It was a vision of the Queen "I knew you would come back to me, my beauties. This time we will not fail."
Grace didn't think, she sent a message telepathically to Melain "MELAIN! Get out of there it's a trap." Then Grace sent one to the Admiral "MC7, it's a trap."
That was all the time she had before a borg materilized, took Grace's arm and dematerilized just as quickly.
On the Cube: Melain, heard Grace's message turned quietly to the rest and whispered "Grace just sent me a message, it's a trap, let's get out of here. "They all turned to leave, when Borg started materilizing on the Cube, but they chose to ignore the intruders.
On the Nevada: Mc7 heard Grace's warning, then he heard the a voice he didn't want to hear "You are home" it said. Mc7 turned to issue the order to recall the away teams when a Borg materilized, took his arm and dematerilized.
OOC: Thought we should kick this up a notch!
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Post by fthelev on Dec 17, 2005 16:15:35 GMT
The small group stood still facing the Borg appearing around them. This was about as good as being stuck in a smelly cave filled with a horde of Alvarian dung beetles in the middle of the mating season. “Come on,” Melain said again, “We have to leave.” Frek stared at the Borg and hesitated. Of course, he’d loved to turn around and run away screaming. Although being surrounded by the Borg was about as much fun as having to eat vegetables every day, they didn’t make any move to attack them. Frek remembered what he had been told about the Borg. As long as they posed no thread they would not try to stop them. “We need that piece of hardware,” Frek said, “I’ll contact the Nevada.” He tapped his commbadge. It bleeped in confirmation. “Thelev to Nevada.” He frowned. No connection The only sound coming out of the commbadge was some static noise. They others tried theirs as well. Same result. “Can’t say I’m very thrilled with that,” Danara said sarcastically. Well, she wasn’t the only one. “What do we do now?” Hannah asked. Frek hesitated. Without further information or confirmation he was hesitant to abort the mission. Frek took a look at his PADD. Of this Borg cube was about the same as the others the plans should be adequate. With the tricorder thing would’ve been a bit easier. “We are…here,” Frek said pointed at a corridor. “We are already almost there. Three hundred meters at most.” He made a decision. “Let’s finish what we started.
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Post by hannah on Dec 17, 2005 16:42:15 GMT
Hannah clenched her weapon tightly as she thought of a being that could do that to the Borg. She held her riffle up looking to see if she could see anything out there. Then she noticed a shadow she turned her weapon quickly.
“I thing I saw something,” she said nervously pointing down one of the corridors. They headed down the corridor. Hannah finger was braced next to the trigger of the weapon, but she could feel the fear building up inside. It was her first mission out of the academy and she was on a Borg ship, it terrified her. Hannah’s foot hit something and she moved her rifle down so she could see what it was.
There was a Borg head, severed from the body. She jumped back quickly slamming into Frek causing her and Frek to fall to the floor. Something broke their fall and it wasn’t the cold deck of the Borg cube. She glanced down to see what it was and had to stop her self from screaming. Fear filled her face as she stood up hastily moving away from where she had landed over to where Lorre was stood.
“What’s up?” Lorre asked her. She pointed unable, trying to speak.
“…Th….ere…” was all she managed to say. Lorre moved her light from the severed Borg head to where Frek was lying in a pile of served Borg body parts. Lorre got her tricorder out and scanned them.
“They were all severed in the same way as the arm we found,” she told Frek who had rapidly stood up.
The Borg appeared around them. Frek tried to contact the ship, but there was no answer and made the decision to head for the device anyway.
Hannah and the rest of the team rushed up the corridor, reaching the device minutes later. Hannah scanned the technology with her tricorder and worked out how she could remove it. Danara stood on guard with the other two officers waiting for the Borg. Hannah worked out a stategy for removing the device and began to get to work.
Within seconds Borg surrounded then realizing what Hannah was trying to do. Danara fired at the first Borg and he dropped to ground.
“How long is it going to take you to remove the device?” Frek asked.
“I’m going to need a few minutes,” she said keeping focused on her work, which seemed to mask her fear.
“You may not have that much time,” Danana said shooting another Borg to the ground.
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 17, 2005 16:56:31 GMT
The air still had a faint smell of burner out wiring to it, and despite the hundreds of times when he'd been surrounded by it, it was a smell mc7 would never get used to. Looking around the Bridge, he realised just how few of the the people on it he knew. In saying that, he bearly knew anyone on board, but he had started to get to know the senior staff. The fact that the majority of them weren't here was, discomferting to him. That was extremely unusual for him, but he was glad he felt that way.
"Sir, you accompanied us as an expert of the Borg. Knowing that the Queen can contact you, I must voice my concerns about your safety, if not the safety of this crew and ship. I have yet to surmise how you will be able to help."
The colonels words took the admiral by surprise, although he had been expecting something to be said about his 'encounter' with the queen.
"Can we continue this in the ready room"
Came the admirals reply. Although it could have been presented in a way that showed he was unhappy about the way that Zhuk had brought the topic up, it didn't. Zhuk was unsure, but it was almost as if the man was pleading with him. The colonel nodded, and the two of them made their way into the ready room and rather than sitting down, the former borg walked over to the fish tank which was contained within the wall of the office. Blankly, he stared at the fish as they swam around their tank.
"Do you think they realise just how easy they have life? They don't have to worry about a thing. The tempreture of the water is controlled by the computer. Their fed automatically every 8 hours. They don't have a care in the world. Us on the other hand. We've got more things to worry about than I like to admit to myself. What if the warp core breaches? What if the coolant system stops working? What if the EPS conduit system ruptures? And that's just some of the things that could go wrong with the ship. You've then got to think about the Romulans, the Klingons, and of course the Borg to think about. And those are only the people we know about. It's the ones that we don't know about that really scare me.
So, in short, yes colonel, I know that your worried about my performance, and being honest, so am I. As I said to you before, I didn't ask for this mission. I honestly didn't think I'd ever have had contact with the Queen again. I hoped I never did. I know that Jean Luc Picard had similar 'visions' for years after being liberated from the Collective. It never stopped him doing his duty, infact from what I remember it helped him and the Enterprise crew in a few situations. I have no doubt what so ever that if you thought I was acting in a way that would bring harm to either myself, the ship or her crew that you would step in and stop me. And that's the way it should be."
Zhuk was impressed that the admiral had the strength to tell him all of this. He could only imagine what it must have been like for him to have suddenly had contact with the one woman, if you could call her that, which could strike fear deep into his very being. The two of them finished their conversation and returned to the bridge. Only seconds after ressuming his seat, Grace's voice boomed in his head. Almost as if a continuation of it, the voice that symbolised all that he feared replaced it.
As he stood he opened his mouth to call the two away teams back, but before a sound could escape his lips a drone appeared by his side, grabbed his arm, and they dematerilised.
As soon as this happened the red alert siren wailed as all of the ships offensive and defensive measures went into full readiness. The birdge crew just looked towards the seat which moments ago their CO had sat, with their shock and surprise evident on their faces.
In the darkness, there was silence. No, he though to himself. It can't be. Not again. He turned, and his knees almost buckeled at the sight. The collumn in the centre of the room was a sight all to familar to him. And she was there. "What do you want?" he asked her, his voice riddeled with fear. "All we want is to bring you home" came the reply. Bring you home. Those three words echoed in his head as the darkness decended again.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 17, 2005 17:43:06 GMT
Grace saw mc7 lose consciousness. She had already erected her shield immediately upon the appearance of the drone on the shuttle. Mc7_of_9 was placed near her, she increased her mind power and extended her shield to encompass him. The Queen came over with intentions to touch mc7, noticing this Grace used her telekinetic abilitie and sent the Queen flying through the air. "Not this time, Lady. You will not assimilate me or re-assimilate mc7. As long as there is breath in my, I will with stand you and protect my comrade to my dying breath."
"We don't want to harm either of you, we just want you to join us." the Queen said outloud, but in her mind Grace could hear other words.
"My, has the Queen forgotten, I can hear your every thought. And this time, I know who and what you are. I have more knowledge. Release us and return us to our ship. We will not be your drones. The only way, you will assimilate mc7_of_9 is if I am dead."
"But I don't want you dead, I need you alive to tell me how you can not be assimilated, and how is it I can not touch 7_of_9?"
"Trust me when I say, it will be a cold day in hell before I tell you anything."
"As I understand it, humans require nourishment and water, you will give in for these things eventually, I only have to wait."
"As I said, I would die before that will happen."
Grace was better prepared this time, because she knew who she was dealing with. The Queen knew Grace could hear them, but Grace now had the ability to block her thoughts from them, but for how long. "I survived once before, I will survive this time and hopefully keep mc7 human, too." Grace thought to herself over and over again, like a mantra.
Grace was also wondering if she should risk sending a message to Zhuk, but she didn't know how far she could stretch herself. No I must maintain the shield, I can't risk losing it. "Mc7, please wake up." Grace pleaded with her thoughts.
Some drones advanced on them, the decision had been made to seperate them, Grace concentrated harder. She was successful, they couldn't touch either of them. Grace looked at the drones and the Queen and gave them a little smile "I told you, not this time." Then Grace began to laugh which seemed to start annoying the Queen. "This could work in our favor." Grace thought. "Hmmm".
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2005 18:27:04 GMT
Melain was checking over the newly discoverd borg head when a voise resounded in her head. .MELAIN! Get out of there it's a trap "Grace just sent me a message, it's a trap, let's get out of here." she urged the others, standing up and looking for the way back to the shuttle. Around them borg began to materialize, but instead of attacking they began their regular duties.
"I liked it without the crowd." Danara commented, adgusting her rifle.
"Don't fire unless we are attacked, the borg won't take action against us unless they believe we are a threat." Melain orderd, she seldom used her superior rank against Danara, but the hot blooded Cardassian was not likely to hold her fire unless instructed to.
"How do you know that?" Danara asked.
"Introduction to the Collective, Academy first year. I seem to recall you slept most of those classes." Melain replied following Frek who had found a way to semi navigate the cube.
"The power source is directly ahead." Frek commented, "here it is."
Lieutenant Stevensen set to work, and in moments the Borg seemed to realise what was going on. The formerly passive drones turned their eyes on the away team, and took action.
Danara fired, then dropped to the floor. Melain, thnking she was somehow injured, was taking out a medkit when Danara looked up. "Idiot, I'm evading return fire." The Cardassian fired once more.
"The borg don't fire back Danara." Melain correcting, putting the medkit down and taking up her rifle.
"Right, Intro to the collective. I got enough heat off that class from the instructer I don't need it from you. Give me a hand I can't hold them back by myself." Danara took another shot, dispatching a nearby drone. "You too Frek, but try to point the rifle at the Borg, not your foot."
"Adjust the frequency every third shot." Stevensen recammended from where she was working. "Otherwise they'll adapt and your rifles will be useless."
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 19, 2005 2:42:49 GMT
Grace was intently listening and watching the collective, every now and then Grace would see a drone seem to lose focus. At theses times Grace would hear the Queen say one thing then contrimand herself. It was when this would happen the Queen would come near Grace and mc7, start to speak then close her mouth and walk away. Only to repeat this process every hour.
Grace was contemplated the reason for this apparant lack of focus on the Queen's part, when she noticed mc7 stirring. Grace didn't want the Queen to hear what she had to say to mc7, Grace sent a telepathic message "mc7, don't open your eyes, pretend to still be unconscious."
"Alright, Grace but why?"
"I want to inform you of what is happening before the Queen determines your awake."
"Why am I still Human?"
"You were placed close enough to me before they tried to implant those technical things that make you Borg. I extended my personal shield around you. They can not touch either of us yet. When you open your eyes, if you could touch me someway, it will help me maintain this shield. They did not restrain you, but I have been restrained, I can't reach out my hand."
"I'll do what I can, but I don't want you to be harmed. If the strain of maintianing a shield around both of us is too much for you, I want you to use it on yourself, let me take my chances." mc7 sounded very grateful to Grace for extending her shield around him but he was her commanding officer, he should do all he can to see her to safety. "Is there anything else, before I open my eyes?"
"I think I am annoying the Queen. She is unable to fathom a Human having telepathic abilities. Not being an individual, She is unable to grasp the concept of not every species is exactly the same as the same species. In other words..."
mc7 finished her thought for her "In other words, The Queen thinks all humans are one way, so She can't fathom you being telepathic, because you are Human and in Her mind only Betazoid's are telepathic. That's why you weren't assimilated before. When the Queen knows there are Betazoids on a ship she locates them and disables their telepathic ability. She didn't know you were telepathic..."
"so, my mind was able to erect this shield before any damage was done to me. I have not told her I'm telepathic. I can hear their collective minds, but they can't hear our conversation we are having. That's why I didn't want you to open your eyes just yet so I could give you a report in privacy."
"I like your idea of privacy, surrounded by all these drones. Go on, is there any more I should know?"
"Yes I've been observing and hearing the collective. Everynow and then one drone will seem to loose his direction, this seems to be a time when the Queen is contemplating her little problem with me and consequencely now you. It's becoming very satisfying to see her loose her temper, she can get very angry with me at those times."
"If I understand you correctly, we're annoying the Borg Queen for fun?"
"No we're annoying the Borg Queen to get her to loose her focus so the rest of the crew of the Nevada can get out of here intact without any of them being assimilated. My mind won't stretch to too many more people. I'm sorry Admiral, I'd rather you and I took our chances rather than endanger those on the Nevada. The Nevada has always been my home, it's crew like my family. I have to protect them, give them a chance to escape."
"Grace can you detect if any others from the Nevada are here?"
"Only you and I are here from the Nevada, but the away team on the other Cube is still there. Trying to complete their mission, even after I sent them a warning. Can't damn them for there tenacity, I guess."
"Grace I am going to open my eyes, let's see if you and I can annoy the Queen. First I will see if I can move closer to you without detection, the least I could do is decrease your strain by touching you. As I understand it from Caring, if you are physically touching someone it makes telepathic connection easier."
"Yes. Even just a finger will decrease my strain immensly and should increase our shields."
mc7 opened his eyes a miniscule amount to see how close Grace was, there was barely six centimeters seperating them. Woderful! mc7 looked to see if he was being observed, he didn't want to be detected awake yet. mc7 reached out his hand and took a hold of Grace's, he could see the tension around her eyes ease. "Now to open my eyes and continue Grace's work annoying her majesty."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2005 2:44:42 GMT
"Lieutenant Johnson, I want you to take a marine team and a shuttle and stand by in orbit of that cube. make sure you power down to minimal systems to avoid detection. I'm anticipating trouble for the away team onboard the cube. When that happens, beam in immediately for assistance."
Cyle nodded and rushed off the bridge, heading towards shuttle bay 2. "Alpha Team, report to shuttle by 2, now, bring your guns" He said into his comm badge as he entered the armory, grabbing a few peices of armor, and a rifle he left and went to the shuttle bay.
Alpha was already there when he arrived, and they loaded up. Shortly after they took off and headed towards the Borg Cube, on minimal power. "Alright, now we wait"
Cyle leaned back in his chair as he looked at the cube, and then looked at the team leader. "Do we have locks on the away team? comunication with the ship?" She nodded and Cyle bit his lip, thinking.
When the ship went to red alert Cyle knew something was wrong, and he went to the transporter in the shuttle. "you three come with me" he said pointing at three of the team, they transported onto the Borg Cube, and found themselves behind the Borg, who were heading towards the away team.
Two of the team members fired at the Borg while Cyle and the other watched the backway. Cyle turned as he saw more borg heading towards his group, and urged the team to press forward, to meet up with the away team. Within minutes the two teams had met up and were firing on the incoming borg. " can we hurry things up a bit here?"
OFF now that i see i posted with my other guy on accident, i should get it changed
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 19, 2005 8:22:40 GMT
Nick listend to Grace talk about the history of chivalry, and about some women accepting it and others rejecting it (the kind of which Danara was obviously was). He was relieved when she said she wouldn't have reacted in such a way. Then she mentioened that she had heard the Borg Queen. That gave Nick a start, cause as her and the rest of the away team spoke, he found out, for the first time, she was telepathic. *A human, telepathic?*
Then, when she began speaking of "wolfers" and "tweeters," he was beginning to wonder about her...*She seems a bit...odd.*
Nick distracted himself by checking the sensors, making sure nothing had changed. And again looked at the shuttle's offensive and defensive systems. He wanted to familiarize himself with all of the Nevada's possible tools of war in case they were needed.
But when a Borg Drone came aboard and took Grace off, Nick was very frightened: he had never seen a Borg this close before, and he hoped to never again. He knew that he would have no defenses against assimilation into their "Collective." After the initial shock of the event wore off, he turned to Commander Harrias and Lieutenant Jamey. "Um...what do we do now?..."
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Post by fthelev on Dec 20, 2005 0:33:57 GMT
Frek raised his phaser rifle and pulled the trigger. The yellow-red beam hit the drone squarely on the chest. It staggered and sank to the floor. Some of the electronics on the body still twitched a bit. The corridors on the cube wouldn’t be very much misplaced in a haunted house on a fun fair. This was all but fun and fair. The phasers added an extra dimension into the already eerie illumination. Frek looked back over his shoulder to Stevenson. “How many times can we change the frequency before they fully adapt?” Hannah continued to work frantically on the device, the sweat dripping of her face. “Don’t know. Hopefully long enough.” Frek grunted something inaudible as picked out another drone. “What the hell is that?” Danara shouted. What looked like phaser fire came flying over head. It seemed to be coming from the other side of the corridor. “I thought you said Borg didn’t fire back?” For a moment Frek was startled as well before he realised what is was. “That’s Starfleet phaser fire. We got some help!” At that moment the marines under command of Lieutenant Cyle Johnson rounded the corner and joined up with them. They all probably felled a bit better at the sight of Cyle’s little party Even a Vulcan stand-up comedian would’ve cheered them up at the moment.
“We have to wait until Lieutenant Stevenson is done,” Frek said. “And then we should get out as soon as possible.” “Haven’t you heard?” Johnson asked, “The Admiral and Counsellor Mitchell have been abducted. Presumably they are somewhere on this cube.” That was an easy assumption. Where else could they have been taken? Hannah rose to her feet again. Before them the corridors was more or less empty. She stared in the other direction. A swarm of drones appeared and she doubted they had any honourable intentions. “Phasers still working?” she inquired. Cyle nodded. “You done?” Frek asked. “Almost. Would you mind to shoot them?” “Sure.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “No problem.” They had adapted. Three phaser beams lashed out the Borg, with no effect. They slowly advanced through the corridors. For a moment they reminded Frek of his grandmother, she didn’t move very fast either. And with her age she had so many artificial body parts you could almost consider her a cyborg as well. Of course she wouldn’t assimilate you. She couldn’t. But if she did catch you, she would grab you by the antenna and hold on. At least she did with him. He always had a hard time getting away. He stared at the drones. He came to the conclusion he probably still preferred his grandmother.
“You have a plan commander?” Cyle asked. Frek smiled difficulty. “Some.” “I’m done,” Hannah interrupted she held the devise up in one hand and a tool in the other. “Well?” Frek smiled. “Run like hell!” “Sounds good to me,” Danara said. Cyle stared at the helm officer. “What about the Admiral and the counsellor?” “We can’t leave them behind,” Melain said. Frek looked back towards the approaching drones. He didn’t like it either, but had no choice. “We can’t do anything for them here,” he said, “Our weapons are useless, as are the sensors on our tricorders and our combadges. We can’t reach them.”
Even if Grace could tell them telepathically where they were holding her, they hardly had a chance of reaching them or to get out again. This was not time nor the place to go into a debate. If they could get back on the Nevada they could reverse the effect of the graviton field. With that out of the way they could scan for Grace and the Admiral and beam them out of the cube and hopefully destroy it while it still wasn’t on full power. If Hannah succeeded to do what he had asked, they would have a good chance. Once back on the ship. He would explain it to the others once in the shuttles.
Frek stared at the approaching Borg again. “Now run!” They started to move to the shuttles as fast as they could. If only those damned transporters weren’t impaired by that field! The corridor had phaser burns all over the place by the pahser fire they had laid down. From a corridor to the side a couple of drones stepped into their path. Without slowing down Cyle and Danara planted the butt of their rifle in their faces. The drones went down. Frek looked over his shoulder. He noticed Hannah had tripped and was falling behind, still clutching the needed device. And behind her the Borg were approaching. “You continue to the shuttles,” he shouted, mainly to Cyle and Danara. “Clear the way for us. Make sure we can leave immediately.” Frek turned around and threw away his phaser rifle towards the nearing Borg. It would be more of an obstruction than something useful. "Come on," Frek said to the engineer as he reached her. “Run.” He grabbed Hannah's hand and dragged her along. They ran through a couple of corridors and took some turns. They rounded another corner and halted. Carefully Frek glanced around the corner. No one there. "I think we're safe." "You can let go of my hand now," Hannah commented. Frek stared down to his side, feeling the blood rise to his cheeks. "Oh, uhm...uh…sorry," he mumbled. He quickly let go and continued their way. The shuttles were just around the corner. He pushed Hannah in and then followed himself. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” he yelled to the cockpit while sealing the door. They released the clamps that held the vessels to the cube and soon they were also clear of the graviton field.
“Pff,” Frek sighed, feeling somewhat wobbly in the knees. “I’d rather not do that again.” He hoisted himself in a chair, letting the piloting to Cyle while Danara had taken control of the other shuttle. “Did you manage to do it?” he asked. Hannah answered positively. “I put in that loop. Power is diverted away from the shields. Once the graviton field is gone we should have no problem finding Admiral Mc7_of_9 and the counsellor Mitchell.” “If they don’t detect it,” Cyle remarked. The shuttles approached the Nevada and started the landing sequence. He had a valid point and it concerned Frek as well. The Borg probably would have detected it if it weren’t for Grace, messing things up for the Queen.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2005 0:49:31 GMT
Melain was completly prepared to spend her last few moments as an individual fighting for her life, but the Prophets chose to protect her and the others. Stevenson finished right when the Borg had fully adapted, and they all ran like manaics back to the shuttles. She never ever wanted to go on a Borg cube again, and yet she did not feel right leaving the cube when Grace and the Admiral might still be on board. "We need to turn back, we can't leave them." she mumbled from where she had collapsed on the floor exahausted both physically and mentally.
"We go back and we join the Queen's collection, Grace had resisted assimilation before, she will do so again." Danara insisted, she had never been overly fond of the counsellor and Melain could not figure out why.
"What about the Admiral?" Melain asked.
"There is no point going back and wandering borg infested corridors looking for them." Danara growled and Melain realised she was right.
Melain sat up and looked around at the others. "Is anyone hurt?" she asked, remembering her duties.
"I got a nasty cut when I mashed into a drone." one of the Marines replied. He pulled up his sleeve to reveal the gash.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 20, 2005 10:36:44 GMT
The atmosphere was intense since the Admiral had disappeared from the Nevada. The red alert klaxons had sounded, and Zhuk was glad in his decision of sending in the marines beforehand.
Zhuk turned towards the junior tactical officer. "Report!"
"The marines have transported onto the cube. The Borg have apparently detected our away team. Counsleor Grace has also disappeared with a Borg, sir."
This worried Zhuk. The two crewmembers who had any type of past with the Borg were the ones that were taken. ~ A trap? ~ It became apparent that the Borg wanted Grace and the Admiral for a particular reason. The only Borg who could reason would be the Queen.
From what Zhuk remembered from Academy studies, the basic make-up of a Borg Cube consisted of a central chamber, a nucleus of the vessel where the Queen could be housed if she so chose to be part of that cube. "Any contact with the Admiral or Grace?"
A collective "Negative!" came from the tactical station and the ops station. ~ Theel'zhiin ~ Zhuk called his trusted firelizard. He appeared from 'between' and received his masters thoughts instantly. ~ Find Grace. See if you can help her. ~ Theel'zhiin disappeared quickly.
The junior tactical officer sounded off. "Sir! All three shuttles are on their way back to the Nevada."
"Is everyone accounted for?"
"Negative! The Admiral and the Counselor are still missing."
"Helm, bring us closer to shorten the distance for those shuttles. Let's bring them home. Commander, you have the bridge. I'm going to meet them in the shuttlebay. Keep me aprised if there are any changes on the Borg vessel." Lani Talla, who had entered the bridge during the red alert, took over. Zhuk got up to disappear behind the doors of the turbolift. On his journey, he hoped that Theel'zhiin would be able to do something.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 20, 2005 12:45:12 GMT
Theel'zhiin appeared near Grace, but could not touch her. "Theel'zhiin you must not remain here. I don't want you to get hurt." Grace thought.
Theel'zhiin refused to leave, "Alright give Zhuk a message. Tell him that mc7 and I are protected from the Queen. Tell him, we are trying to annoy the Queen, distracting her, trying to throw her off balance. You go back and don't return to me. Tell Zhuk to get the Nevada out of here. I couldn't take it if any of crew were captured."
Theel'zhiin refused to leave Grace even though there was nothing he could do to help her "Theel'zhiin, by staying here you decreasing my possibilities of maintaining this shield around the Admiral and myself. You have to return to Zhuk, now, please."
Theel'zhiin did so but reluctantly. He didn't like leaving Grace in danger.
mc7 had refrained from speaking until Theel'zhiin disappeared "Wasn't that the Colonal's firelizard" he thought.
"Yes, he can communicate with me, and does so periodically. He helps me. My telepathy can go haywire from non-use. He'll sense if it has been awhile since I used my telepathy and he'll communicate to me. He doesn't want me to get my own firelizard. I think he is attached to me, slightly. But don't tell the Colonal." Grace thought
"I take it the Colonal sent him to help you."
"Yes, but I sent him back. I told Zhuk to get the Nevada out of here."
"Do you think he'll listen to you, and take the Nevada out of here."
"I just hope he remembers the old saying 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few'"
The queen started to walk over by them "Okay, let's try to annoy her some more" mc7 said. So it begins.
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 20, 2005 21:13:05 GMT
After seeing the firelizzard mc7's spirits buoyed a little. He felt as if his strength was returning, and now it was his turn to talk to the Queen, to say exactly why he was here. There were a few things that he had to say to her, things he had rehearsed in his head thousands of time, never expecting to get the chance to actually say them.
"This is a sight I never thought I would see again, and never wanted to see! Since I'm here, I may as well take have the conversation that I've had with you in my head many times over, in person. When I was a drone you thought you had broken me, that you had chiseled away until my humanity was gone. You can't realise what you done. You done exactly the opposite. All the time I was yours, it just cemented my determination to not only escape, but to find a way to destroy you. I've spent years trying to come up with a way of ridding the universe of the plague that is the Borg, and now I've found it.
Grace, I want you to drop the shield around me, but keep it around yourself."
The counselor looked confused, and not about to do as she had been asked.
"Grace, I know you've only known me for a brief time, but in that time I've come to trust you implicitly. I need you to have that trust for me now. You know I could easily order you to do it, but I wont. I need you to do it of your own free will."
Grace was still not convinced, but something about the admiral told Grace that he knew what he was doing. The fact that he had faced the Borg, and indeed become one of them, in the past could either mean that he knew something that she didn't, or that he was more foolish than she could have ever imagined. She didn't think anyone that was such good friends with Caring could be foolish, but what he was asking was suicide. Mc7 knew when she withdrew her protection from him from the look on her face. She looked as if she had just signed his death warrant.
He stood and looked at the Queen.
"Now, as I was saying. There are a few things that we need to talk about,"
he said, as he walked around the room.
"Oh, and I'll tell you now. There's no point in getting your drones to try and assimilate me. At least not yet, because we both know your going to do it. The only question is how long do you wait? Well, you want to hear what I have to say. That much I promise you. And I'm sure that you remember from our time 'together' that I don't make promises lightly."
The Queen looked at him as if assessing what he had just said. The fact that drones were not descending on him by now showed that she had decided to listen to what he had to say.
"I'm intrigued to see what you think could hold such interest for me? You may be an admiral in Starfleet, but the collective knows more than you possibly could about Starfleets tactics and strategies."
Your confused, your highness, with more than a little sarcasm on the last two words. I have no intention of betraying the Nevada, or Starfleet. I merely wanted to tell you that because of you I am something that I would never have been if I had never. If you hadn't assimilated me, and denied me not only my freedom, but my individuality, for so long I would have at best been a second rate officer. I know that. Because of what you put me through, when I was eventually freed from your clutches, I became so much more than I was ever going to be prior to having had that 'unfortunate encounter' with that Borg ship. It made me strive to be more, to do more than I ever thought I could do. That's why today you see me with the pips of a Vice Admiral, and not a Lt Commander. Assimilating me was the worst thing that the collective could have done. You made me what I am, and you made it possible for me to do what I'm doing."
At his last statement, the Queen looked confused. That was a sight that neither mc7 or Grace ever thought they would see, and almost made this entire thing worth while. Before she could understand what was happening he darted forward, and as he did so Grace seen injection tubules sheet out from his wrist. She was confused, and getting more scared by the minute. Within a second, the drones around the room sprang to life, all heading to wards mc7 and the Queen. Before they could reach them however, mc7's tubules made contact with the Queens neck, and buried themselves within it.
The Queen staggered back, a look of sheer panic spreading across her face.
"What have you done? I can't hear them!"
As the Queen was screaming at mc7, the drones which had been advancing to wards them suddenly stopped where they stood, a similar look filling their face.
"Nevada to Grace, are you ok? Things are going haywire on the Cube according to our sensors. We think we'll be able to get a transporter lock in a few seconds. Hang on in there!"
That news made Grace smile, and almost distracted her enough to lower the shield by accident. Looking around, she wasn't convinced she needed it at the moment, but decided that she would keep it up just in case. After a few seconds the familiar tingling sensation of the transporter enveloped her, and she seen mc7 as well. When the transporter cycle completed she seen that they were in the Nevada's sickbay. Orderlies quickly rushed around them, tricorders drawn. Mc7 just pushed past them, heading straight for the door. A few of the nurses called for him to stop, saying that he hadn't been cleared to return to duty, but their calls fell on deaf ears.
A few moments, and a turbolift ride later, mc7 entered the bridge, to the surprise of the on duty crew.
"What's the status of the cube?"
It sounded a lot harsher than it was meant, but he was sure that the officers would understand, given the circumstances.
For a few moments, they looked to be in serious trouble. All of their primary systems were fluctuating, and to an extent still are, but they seem to be recovering from whatever caused it, and fast."
"That was a very silly thing to do. All you've done is made me angry. I'm going to enjoy bringing you back to us."
No one else on the Bridge heard the voice except mc7, and he had a suspicion Grace had heard it too.
His plan had failed.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 21, 2005 0:18:21 GMT
Grace left sickbay without clearance as well. She followed mc7 but was too late for his turbolift. She took another one and entered the bridge as she heard the Queen.
"That was a very silly thing to do. All you've done is made me angry. I'm going to enjoy bringing you back to us."
Grace turned to the mc7 "Care to tell me what that was all about, Sir. Yeah we are off the Cube but now, the Nevada is in more danger. Where do we go from here? I think I deserve an explanation!"
mc7 looked crestfallen. "I was hoping to disable the drones and the Cube faster by using their own technology against them. It didn't work."
"I had already figured that part out, mc7. If the Nevada hadn't located us so soon, it may have worked. Now do we turn tail and run or do we stand to fight? Do we give ourselves over to the Queen's mercy? I can guarantee I won't go willingly when they come for me, but what about you? Are you willing to sacrifice yourself to save this ship and it's crew?"
"If that is what it will take to save the ship, probably." mc7 said, but she could tell he was afraid.
"Admiral, do you really believe, she is going to let this crew go if you give yourself to her?"
mc7 shook his head and said "Probably not."
"That's right. She is going to send her drones on the ship, I am assuming that currently Grayson, Stephenson and Johnson are constantly modifing the ships shields but it is only a matter of time before the Borg adapt. You have to think of what we can do next, we only have a short space of time, I'm sure. You were Borg, think!"
Grace hated pressuring mc7 like this but he has Borg technology to fall on, no one else on the ship has that kind of knowledge. A face flashed before Grace's eyes, an old comrade when she was first on the Nevada.
The bridge crew were listening to the exchange, but Grace didn't pay them any attention "mc7, let's go in the ready room."
Just after entering the ready room Grace turned to mc7 "Think, is there anything else you can recall from your days as a borg?" Just as Grace finished her question the door chimed, in walked Zhuk, Harrias, Cyle and Nick.
Zhuk asked first "What is going on? It looked like the Cube was in serious trouble, now it is back to normal."
Mc7 answered "Yes, I had used my borg technology on the Queen, only it wasn't long enough before we were transported out of there."
Harrias said "Damn, we should have waited a little longer, sorry Admiral."
"Understandable, Jira. Now the counselor is trying to get me to recall any technology from my time as a drone that may help us, but I can't think of anything. Unless you have a way of extracting buried memories..."
"Of course I have a way of doing that I just prefer not to. Is there any other liberated Borg that you know of serving in Star Fleet? When I first came on board the Nevada (a long time ago) there used to be a Borg here then. I've been going over my many conversations with him then, but I can't recall anything that will be useful here."
"Well, I'm going to do what ever possible to keep that woman away from Grace and yourself, Admiral." Cyle said. Which meant he was itching for a fight with someone and a drone was as good a choice as any. "I will be a guard for Grace, after all I was her husband for five minutes last mission. And I suggest Ensign Grayson stay with the Admiral."
Harrias chuckled at Cyle's reasons for guarding Grace, it was common knowledge that he didn't like that assignment earlier and thought his guarding her was payback.
"Very funny, Cyle, Harrias. I agree that someone should 'guard' me and the Admiral as you say."
mc7 had a strange look on his face "How can you all make light in the face of our present situation?"
"Because, Sir," Grace said "If you don't find humor in a situation you are bound to have blind panic and we definitely don't want that now."
Mc7 turned to the group at large, and asked "I will entertain any ideas any of you have in this situation."
Edit: To show Graysons actual rank.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2005 5:28:40 GMT
When the Shuttle docked Melain barely had time to breath in the security of home when she was called to Sickbay. =A=Doctor Lorre to Sickbay, we managed to beam both Grace and the Admiral back on board.=A=
Melain did not bother asking why she was needed, and headed right for sickbay. Grace would be physically and mentally drained from an encounter with the queen, The Admiral... she would see.
The doors to sickbay slid open before Melain reached them, and the Admiral brushed past her on his way out. "Do you have cle-" Melain was interupted by Grace who followed in the Admiral's wake. "-ance"
"No, but they are both typical officers, no Borg will stop them, never mind a terran nurse." Rachel replied. "They are both fine from what I can tell. I would have recammeded that Grace rest and meditate, but her services are invaluable right now."
"I won't mention the infraction on their records." Melain smiled, "It is so good to be home."
"Home, you have not been on this ship a year yet and you call it home?" Rachel asked.
"I've never felt more among family to tell you the truth. Where is Massally?" Melain asked.
"In your office waiting patiently. I explained to her the best I could about where you where going and what you where doing. I think she understood far too well." Rachel gestured to the office, through the clear door Melain could see the Dradrian sitting staring into space.
Rachel nodded and Melain headed in. "Computer, flicker the lights." The lights waverd, and Massally's eyes forcused and turned toward the door. A smile lit up her face like a brilliant sunrise, Melain wanted to tell her everything was fine and they where safe, but she knew this was not true. The Borg cube, the Queen was still there, stalking the crew from the Nebula.
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 21, 2005 7:10:41 GMT
IC:
The shuttle rocketed at full speed towards the Nevada as the now Commander Jira wanted to be there on "his" ship. They docked and Nick was the first out. He knew he would be needed on the bridge in case of attack. He ran for the nearest turbolift, and waited for the others. One of them told the 'lift where to go and moments later they entered the bridge.
Nick walked quickly to his station, the phaser rifle still slung over his shoulder. *Never know when more Borg will materialize out of nowhere.* he thought to himself. He began making sure the shields were fluctuating, and that the phasers were set to do likewise. He powered up all weapons and shields and prepared for the worst.
Then the Admiral, and soon after Grace, entered the bridge. From their conversation, he gathered that they were implimenting a plan when beamed out too soon, causing it to fail. *Gee, just our luck.*
The two went into the ready room. Then Zhuk motioned to Cyle, Harrias, and himself to enter as well. Frek took charge of the bridge. Nick's guess about the reason for Grace and mc7's heated conversation proved to be correct. Then Cyle suggested that he guard Grace (showing surprise at hearing about them being married, *Odd, she seems a bit old for him.*) while Nick guard the Admiral.
Before the conversation drifted elsewhere to quickly, Nick felt he should point something out: "What about my duties at the Tactical Station? My guarding the Admiral here," he nodded towards the former Borg, "could very well take me away from those. Which station should I give more priority to right now: security or tactical. I could do both while the Admiral is on the bridge, but once he left, I would have to assign one of my men," and with not so good memories, he added, "and women, to whichever duty I am not able to attend to." He awaited the decision of his superiors, not caring which one he was to do, just wanting to know. *Guarding against the Borg, defending against the Borg. Both involve shooting them. Don't matter to me. As chances of survival are slim either way.*
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OOC:
BTW, Grace, you had Lt. Cyle refer to me as "Lt. Grayson." I'm an Ensign. Just thought I'd let you know. Grace's post has been accordingly editted - Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 21, 2005 19:40:28 GMT
OOC: Firstly, I would like to apologise for my absence over the past few days, I will admit that I don’t have an excuse, I have simply been too lazy to read the boards and post replies. However, I have now caught up, and am just going to clarify a few things, which will also be reasserted during my post. a) To simplify matters, I think it would be better if there was only one cube. To have two would be a bit too much for us to handle. So from now on, take it as read that there is only the one cube. b) Due to my lack of posting, nothing has been mentioned about the catalyst material we went to the nebula to retrieve. The first part of my post deals with this, and we now have it. c) In addition to the large threat of the borg cube, we also have the threat of the expanding graviton field, for which we need to construct the device and use the catalyst to solve. We need to use this machine in ‘reverse’ to remove the graviton field, otherwise we will end up in fluidic space, which we really really don’t want to do. d) The plan for the remainder of the mission is as such; to rig up the device to send the cube to fluidic space, and then close the ‘passage’ and thus remove the graviton field. However, as happened in first contact, the borg will probably beam onto the Nevada in a last ditch effort to survive. This will then give Nick, Cyle, and anyone else who wants it, a bit of a fight. Also, the mission will then be easy to complete as soon as interest is lost.--- In the Nebula, a while ago --- The small shuttle soared elegantly through the multicoloured nebula. For the first time since mc7_of_9 had removed him from command, Harrias truly felt like a science officer. He was getting excited about the possibilities that this hub of life represented. Almost all nebulae were sites of star creation, and for an astrophysicist, there was little more exciting than the creation of stars. This however, was not the reason for their current expedition inside the nebula. Now they were looking for the catalyst material that would aid them in reversing the process causing the expansion of the graviton field. Unfortunately, they had no way of telling which would be the right chemical.
The trill let out a small sighed, but then caught himself. It seemed that all he did recently was sigh and feel sorry for himself. He really needed to start thinking positively if he wanted to get the Nevada back. After all, it was mostly through the evidence of Starfleet observers commenting on his mental health that he was removed in the first place, so it was on this front that he would have to show large improvement before they considered giving him his command back. He spun from his seat in the co-pilots position, and moved over to the small panel that controlled the full sensor array.
He glanced over the readings that they were receiving, and it looked like an artist had spilt a number of his paints over it. Harrias lowered his eyebrows in concentration. The material they needed would need to have an even spin, similar to the graviton that it would be aiding. Of course, as they were hoping to implement anti-gravitons, they would want the anti-particle of whatever they found, however that would be easily generated. If only they could find the particle. He applied a number of limitations on the sensors, and soon it was showing only a few particles. As he did this, the communications system sounded. Harrias nodded to Jamey, who took the call.
- “Lt Parker here, go ahead.” - “Return to the ship as soon as possible shuttle 2. There is life on the borg cube. Repeat, return to the ship as soon as possible shuttle 2. There is life on the borg cube.” The communication was closed without any further ado. Harrias leant back in his chair slightly before he spoke. - “There isn’t time. I’m going to take a large sample of all three gases. We should be able to work out which one to use back on the ship. If not, at least we can use trial and error.” - “Aye sir. Activating collectors.”
As soon as the collection process was completed, Parker piloted the small shuttle back towards the Nevada at full speed, Jira wanting to be back on ‘his’ bridge as soon as possible.
--- On the Nevada, now --- - "What about my duties at the Tactical Station? My guarding the Admiral here," he nodded towards the former Borg, "could very well take me away from those. Which station should I give more priority to right now: security or tactical. I could do both while the Admiral is on the bridge, but once he left, I would have to assign one of my men," and with not so good memories, he added, "and women, to whichever duty I am not able to attend to." - “Take the tactical station, Cyle can have some of his marines accompany the admiral and Grace around. I would prefer to see your hands at the tactical station though. Admiral Drew was very thorough in singing your praises, and I think we would all feel safer with you at the tactical station. - “Aye sir.” To his credit, Grayson didn’t waste a glance at mc7_of_9 this time, instead taking his position straight away.
Now Harrias turned to the commanding officer. - “I have an idea admiral. With this device, as I understand it, we will in theory be able to take ourselves into fluidic space right?” The ex-borg’s face contorted in near panic as those words were spoken, but he calmed himself slightly before replying. - “That was Lieutenant Parker’s hypothesis, yes.” - “Well, what if we were to actually use that function of the device. Obviously, we don’t want to go to fluidic space. But if we were to send the borg cube into it, and then close the passage by reversing the field we create, then we would solve both our problems. Of course, first we need Hannah and Jamey to get the device working…”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2005 5:14:17 GMT
Cyle was almost jumping while he stood still, not only would he possibly get the chance to fight, but with Borg none the less, the one "race" he really wanted hurt, alot.
“Take the tactical station, Cyle can have some of his marines accompany the admiral and Grace around. I would prefer to see your hands at the tactical station though. Admiral Drew was very thorough in singing your praises, and I think we would all feel safer with you at the tactical station."
"My teams can handle the security part, and i would rather have someone with experience on the tactical."
Cyle waited for any response and was silently going through a fight scene in his head with a borg drone.
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 22, 2005 8:08:20 GMT
The response to Nick's question came: “Take the tactical station, Cyle can have some of his marines accompany the admiral and Grace around. I would prefer to see your hands at the tactical station though. Admiral Drew was very thorough in singing your praises, and I think we would all feel safer with you at the tactical station."
Nick was glad to hear of Admiral Drew's praises, even though he had served at the OPS station on the Hanson. And now, knowing his duties, he immediately left the ready room and took his station on bridge, relieving the replacment who was manning it in his absence.
Again he checked the status of the offensive and defensive devices. *For all the good they'll do against the Borg.* He also checked the status of his security forces, in case they would be needed. He alerted them to let them know the situation, and told them to keep ready, just in case. The phasers and torpedoes were ready, as were the shields and everything else.
He realized he still had the phaser rifle slung over his shoulder. He chuckled to himself, though he was glad that he had a weapon with him. He even had a standard hand phaser at his side for quick reason. Silently he dared any Borg to invade the bridge. *Adapt to me, factory rejects!* Again, he laughed at himself, though slightly louder than he would have liked. A few people glanced at him, and he shut up, finding something quite interesting to look at on his shoulder. Looked like lint.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 22, 2005 20:41:35 GMT
The Science lab was in the inner portion of the ship ... no windows to open space. This made the room feel as if it was in a place where time stood still. Hours pasted as Jamey and Hannah worked on the solution. After many tries, Jamey found the anti-particle of the chemical that was needed for this 'idea' to work.
Using the computer to run several theories ... he finally had a success with only one theory ...
Hannah was standing by as Jamey called for Harrias ... when Harrias walked into the room, Jamey started to talk ...
"Sir, I have ran hundreds of attempt through the computer ... and this is the only scenario that has the highest chance to work." Jamey said looking very tired, rubbing his blood-shot eyes.
Jamey continued, "in theory, we can use a shuttle and auto-pilot it into the center of the forming expanse. Activate an energy field and release the anti-particle that would start a quantization effect on the surrounding area. In simple terms ... we can create a quantum-mechanical vacuum. The vacuum, if we can achieve zero-point energy, would produce a seething mass of virtual particles. The vacuum would form because vertical particles do not have a permanent existence thus creating vacuum energy ... space would naturally strive for renormalization. ... ... ... Granted, it would have brief existence ... but temperatures should reach thousands of degrees and simply leave us with a spray of visible light." Scratching his head and giving a small laugh Jamey admitted, "then again ... it could be as cold as space itself ... and emit inferred light. Either way the Borg Cube would be gone ... destroyed with the first and in fluidic space with the other."
The room was silent for a few moments ... Jamey sat down in a nearby chair and threw up his hands, "that is all I have ... I don't know how to get the Cube near enough to be caught in the vacuum ... nor do I know how to create the catalyst to start this event other than simply introducing the anti-particle into space ... " Jamey's face showed his frustration ... this was the first time in his memory that he could think of that he found a solution ... but couldn't find a way to implement it ...
"I can tell you Commander that this specification of quantization requires methods of performing exact renormalization ... if anything is neglected ... all we will have is ... well ... have you ever launched a bottle rocket and the rocket goes off and nothing happens ... a dud?" Jamey asked. " ... then you get the picture."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 29, 2005 7:56:07 GMT
Several hours had gone by without incident. Everyone that had anything to do with sciences and engineering was busy with their current problems. Trying to solve equations of gravimetric fields and fluidic space, that was something that was just simply out of Zhukarak's field of expertise.
He also had no prior experience with the Borg. Trying to rely on two crewmates who did, and recalling what Starfleet Academy had taught him seemed like a daunting task for him as well. Luckily Zhuk felt secure in the fact that he was serving with a fine crew. They would not sit on their laurels until these problems were solved. Even if it meant to die trying, so be it.
Starfleet officers were disciplined and dedicated until the end. This was something Zhukarak could relate to. Whether he was a Marine officer or a Naval officer, that part was the same.
Zhukarak was pondering these things while observing the bridge crew working at their respective stations. He knew that if and when the time came for him to command, there would be a dedicated crew backing him up as well as this one.....considering he and his current crew made it out of this mess.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2005 17:22:46 GMT
Sickbay was bustling with activity, if there was going to be a fire fight between the Nevada and the cube it would mean massive casualties for the crew and Melain wanted to be ready. She set up extra biobeds, prepared a triage system and gatherd up any information available on treating patients with borg-inflicted injuries. Nanoprobes could be purged from the system using a strong immune booster, implant removal was so complicated Melain hoped she would never have to try it. She had one other thing she wanted adressed, or rather several and who to go to on that was a ticky business.
=A= Doctor Lorre to Ensign Grayson=A=
=A= Grayson here, what can I do for you Doctor?=A=
=A=I'd like a security detail assigned to guard the entrances to sickbay during the pending attack. I don't want my medics to have to worry about the borg outside these walls so they can focus on the patients within them.=A=
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=A= oh, and Ensign, is there any way I can insure my people are properly armed. We have not got a weapons locker in here and I don't want to get caught empty handed.=A= Phasers where not enough against the borg, Melain knew that.
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=A= Thankyou Ensign.=A=
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Post by hannah on Dec 29, 2005 22:14:50 GMT
Hannah thought about the problem of getting the Borg caught in the vacuum. She started wondered if she could draw them in with some kind of bate but the only bate was the Nevada and they would risk getting drawn in as well. Then she started to wonder about tricking her sensors. Then it came to her.
“We need to trick the Borg sensors,” Hannah said, “If we rotate and move there sensor readout we could make them think they are to close the rift and they will try to move away from it, but they will be instead moving towards it.”
“But there are a few problems that I can’t do it remotely, I would have to be on the cube to set it,” she continued. The thought of having to return to the cube ran shivers down her spine and the images that appear in her mind from hours before haunted her.
“Also the sensor system will be well protected by encryption and security protocols and it will take time to access it and as soon as I start the Borg will be alerted to my presence,” she explained remember what had happened when she had tried to remove the device earlier.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 30, 2005 4:42:49 GMT
Grace listened to Hannah explain about having to go back on the Cube when Grace was struck with an idea "Excuse me, Lt, exactly how much time do you need?"
Hannah looked at Grace wondering how much help the Counselor could be "I'm not sure, Commander. If your suggesting assisting me, I don't see how I could use you. I'm sorry, but your not an engineer"
Jamey seemed dumbstruck that Hannah would talk to a superior officer like that, but Grace took it in stride.
"I understand your reluctance, but I am only considering the idea of helping you by using my mind to shield you. Which means I have to be there with you. I also, think I may be able to block what you are doing from the Queen for a short period of time, in the process giving you more time to work before discovery. It's just an idea." Grace turned to Jamey, wondering what he was thinking, she wouldn't read his mind to find out.
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