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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2006 20:41:33 GMT
ooc: firstly, please welcome our special guest: SA Duke Nova. Admiral, welcome aboard ic: After spending a few days in Bellicose's drydock for the essential final repairs to the Vesuvius-A, and the crew having had the chance to enjoy a few days of shoreleave, it was finally time for the crew to get back aboard the ship. Sonak herself had spent the first day aboard Bellicose, enjoying the time off with her husband and family, as well as her older brother and his son. The last days she and Jatan had spent alone with their children. During that time she had also decided to tell Jatan the good news. Smiling, she pulled her husband onto the couch and leaned into him, whispering softly into his ear. "Honey that's great!" Jatan exclaimed, looking estatic while resisting the urge to give his wife a tight hug. "How long?" Sonak smiled back. "According to the scans, approximately 3 months now. Doctor Hedin told me everything is going just fine, but that he is going to keep an eye on me. Especially when..." She broke off, not able to say it. "When you lost one several months ago," Jatan finished for her, "that was beyond your control honey and we both know that." Sonak nodded solemnly, then looked up sharply when her computer beeped once, indicating an incoming message. With a sigh, she gracefully rose to her feet and walked over to the terminal. On screen was the face of Fleet Admiral Arok, and the Klingon didn't look too happy. "Admiral Arok, what can I do for you?" she greeted him, wondering why orders were coming from the section's second in command, rather than Bellicose's commanding officer, Admiral Clark. As far as she knew, the Vesuvius was the only ship in port right now, as both the Majesty, Raven and Black Tulip were out on mission. This of course didn't necessarily mean they couldn't be reached if there was trouble, but she wondered why they were being called upon, especially after their most recent missions, and the damage her ship had sustained during them. "Commodore Reckus, your ship is hereby ordered into Klingon territory," Arok told her, "there's something brewing and we want your ship dispatched to the region and check it out. Yours is the only one presently available, and also the only one with a cloaking device within this fleet." Sonak gazed at him, not bothering to hide her surprise. "Sir?" she querried, "what would the Klingons be trying to...do this time? And with all due respect sir, would you not be one of the first to know?" Arok shook his head, and it was clear to the Vulcan commodore that he was deeply troubled. "Starfleet Command doesn't know and we are sending you to investigate. Be careful commodore." Sonak nearly smiled. "The Klingon empire owes us admiral," she answered, when the Cardassians attacked a Klingon convoy three years ago, we saved them from the Cardassians, at the cost of my own ship. Trust me, I will not experience too much trouble from them." "Very well then, safe journey and keep us updated." Sonak nodded, then signed off, only to switch channels to ship and station wide communications. "All Vesuvius crew, shoreleave has been cancelled. Report back to the ship at once. Senior staff, report to briefing room one for mission briefing as soon as possible!" <everyone> ooc2: admiral nova, feel free to write yourself aboard anywhich way you like.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2006 13:46:23 GMT
~great just what we need, more klingons~ Nick thought sitting in the briefing room. He played with the cuffs of his new red uniform, having just traded in his gold engineers jacket.
"Should be easy enough," he said. "All it is is a simple get in, scan, get out right?"
"We can't be sure, at best thats all we have to do," Sonak said matter of factly. "For all we know we could be dealing with another civil war over the chancelors office."
"Then shouldn't we call Captain Picard in? After all he's been the arbitor of sucession for the Empire in the past and has quite the history with the high council," Reman added.
"As I stated, we're needed because we have a cloak. As well the Enterprise is stationed at Romulus working on a peace process with the new Preator," Sonak leaned back in her chair.
"Hopefully he'll have an easier time than he did with Shinzon," L'Ola said.
=/\=Bridge to Commander Martens. All personel have reported in.=/\=
He looked at Sonak, "I'll be on the bridge." Sonak nodded in approval.
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Post by fox on Jun 7, 2006 11:29:16 GMT
Fox was on one of the holosuits on Bellicose when Sonaks message was routed to him. "Computer end program." he said. The snowy scenery around him disappeared and he walked to the exit. Walking through the corridors of the starbase he wondered what imporatant thing they'd been assigned to, to cancel the shoreleave.
He walked to a transporter room to get onboard the Vesuvius again. Not much later he walked through the corridors of the Vesuvius on his way to the briefing room. When he entered he saw most of the senior staff was already there.
He sat down in a chair at the table and waited for the the rest to arrive and the briefing to start.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2006 20:41:53 GMT
Hedin had been in conference with the his new Bolian friend, Dr. Galwot, and the rest of the starbase medical research team for most of the hours since the ship's return to Bellicose and after having set his staff to work transferring the remainder of the new equipment and personnel on board. It would not be a long shore leave, but Hedin intended to exchange as much data as possible with the research team before he had to ship out once more. It was possible that they were on the verge of a breakthrough in their study of this mysterious virus, and Hedin wanted to make certain his own discoveries about it were made known. It wasn't so much his own ego he needed to gratify as much as the need to make progess towards a cure for Rigellian fever that this research promised to contribute greatly to.
Almost as soon as they had returned to base, Hedin heard over the news networks that a fresh outbreak of the fever had occurred on Cestus IX, a thriving colony that until now had been virtually free of disease. The fever continued to baffle everyone's expectations and frustrate their efforts, and a more effective treatment, let alone a cure, was needed now as much as it had ever been. Now it looked as if a cure might indeed be within reach, and it was Hedin's duty as a galactic citizen, not to mention a healer specializing in epidemiology, to do all he could to make the distance to that cure as short as possible.
Just as he was concluding a pleasant conversation with Dr. Galwot as the conference was winding down, Hedin received the call from the Vesuvius. Excusing himself from her company, Hedin looked with a hopeful sincerity at Galwot as he made for the door. "Good luck, Doctor, if you'll excuse the Terran cliche; I've gotten used to them aboard the Vesuvius. If you get the chance, please keep me informed on your team's progress. You know as I much as I do how much your work means. And thank you..."
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The last to arrive for the briefing, Hedin nonetheless maintained his professional demeanor and nodded towards Commodore Sonak with deference. "My apologies, Commodore. I was detained on the starbase; my status report will explain the details. And...welcome back to the center seat." His heretofore serious face briefly formed a warm smile.
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Post by SA. Duke Nova [Ret] on Jun 8, 2006 1:08:30 GMT
Nova was on the Klingon homeworld to take part in a celebration of peace between them and the Federation. He was uneasy, mainly due to an air of trouble brewing. He felt that this trouble may indeed be aimed at himself and even the core of Starfleet Command.
He paced inside the small quarters of his closest Klingon friend General K’Thor, worried and concerned mostly for the safety of Section 47. The House of K’Thor is a most honorable name among Klingons and he is one of the few that ever declined a seat on the High Counsel. K’Thor believed he could serve his Empire best on the bridge of his ship. His crew has been beyond reproach for many years now. K’Thor also holds the sworn loyalty of a number of other Klingon ship Captains in the fleet.
Nova could not afford to involve his friend in this matter and decided to alert Admiral Arok of his dilemma and request help from Home. After his talk with Arok, Duke taped a message he would send to whatever ship Arok was able to send.
Nova loaded the message chip in the computer and just as he hit the send button someone knock him out from behind…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 3:56:55 GMT
Looking at his chrono meter maverick realized that he was going to be late for the staff meeting and would not have time to finish off of his holodeck rock climbing session. He left the holodeck and headed for his quarters, had a quick shower and then headed out to the bridge not even bothering to take a look at him self in the mirror. He made his way to the turbo lift then the bridge, he acknowledged the few crewmen who gave him an unnerving look
“What!?” he asked noticing the steers
“Ammm….. Do you know what a mirror is?”
“What?...yeah… I do what the hell kinnda question is that?”
“It sour don’t look it?” another said
“And I think you need a hair cut and a shave…”
“Okay okay I get it I look a lil messy, there’s nothing I can do about it right now but thinks” the young CNO replied as the door to the briefing room slid open. He straitened his uniform and walked in and took a seat
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 6:33:48 GMT
Sonak nodded in return to her chief medical officer and offered him a brief smile. It was indeed good to be back in the centre seat. Just after Hedin, a dissheveled looking Ensign Maverick came rushing in and she cast him a disapproving look. "Mr Maverick, surely you have heard of the phenomenon 'shower' before you come on duty?" she told him softly, glancing sharply at the officers who dared to chuckle at her remark.
"Gentlemen, we have received disturbing news of something brewing in Klingon space. Admiral Arok has informed me that he wants the Vesuvius to head there at maximum speed and find out what exactly is brewing."
She glanced sideways at her new first officer. "I doubt it will be easy enough, not where Klingons are concerned." Now her gaze rested on her new security chief. "Commander Kanz, you have expertise with Klingons that may become useful in this mission. You are to act as first liaison towards the Klingons and watch for any signs of trouble. Commander Jared, you are assigned to assist her. Doctor, as usual we will be expecting casualties. I trust sickbay is working at top efficiency?"
Finally, she gazed at Maverick. "Return to your station and set course for Klingon space, maximum warp. We are authorized to use our cloaking device, see to it that it is activated before we enter Klingon space."
Then, she realized she had forgotten to address her science chief. "As this is not a scientific mission, but a tactical one, perhaps Commander O'Malley wil appreciate your assistance in engineering. From your record I gathered you used to be a competent engineer, now is the time to prove it."
She glanced around at her gathered officers. "Any questions?"
Before anyone could pose a question, a young enlisted officer barged into the conference room. "Apologies for the interuption ma'am," he said apologetically, "but Admiral Arok is waiting with a message."
"Patch him through crewman, you do not leave a flag admiral waiting." Seconds later, the Klingon's face appeared on one of the screens.
"Commodore, this situation is more urgent than anticipated. We have lost contact with Section Admiral Nova, who presided on the homeworld participating in a festivity to celebrate the peace between the Klingons and the Federation. Your additional task is to locate and retrieve him."
"We will do our best admiral," Sonak assured him, "my ship is already en-route to Qo'noS."
"Q'apla," Arok barked, before abruptly signing off.
"Klingons were never people of pleasantries," Sonak muttered, then looked at Kanz. "Locating Admiral Nova is your priority," she ordered. "If there are no further questions, this briefing is dismissed!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 20:41:15 GMT
"Doctor, as usual we will be expecting casualties. I trust sickbay is working at top efficiency?"
Hedin answered, "Indeed it is. My staff has just completed their transfer of some new medical equipment, including the latest model of EMH, and apparently my new Assistant CMO has reported in for duty. The crew might wish to know that the recovery of our comrade, John Caldwell, is going extremely well; the starbase Infirmary tells me that he will be back on his feet in a few short weeks, at which time he'll be able to decide whether or not to rejoin the Vesuvius. In the meantime, I'm sure we can all make his successor feel welcome."
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Following the briefing, a check-in at Sickbay to ensure things were running smoothly, and a visit to the ship's quartermaster to sign off on the equipment transfer, Hedin elected to take a short break while he could still get one and headed for the crew lounge. Looks like we're in for another adventure he couldn't help but think. Adventure in this case taking on connotations that not even the most lurid fiction could encompass. No, service in Starfleet all too often meant danger of the most unpredictable sort, combined with the opportunity for discovery that challenged one's abilities to the limit...and sometimes far beyond. Such `adventure` might be thought of as impossible to prepare for, but Starfleet training did its best to do just that. It was such training that Hedin had relied on for so long now, but more than that, his years of service had led him to develop various instincts and insights which training alone did not account for. He trusted that experience, as well as that of his crewmates, to get them through the next challenge more than anything else.
As the transparent aluminum doors of the crew lounge, etched with the Starfleet arrowhead, slid open for him, Hedin felt a sense of comraderie that he hadn't felt since serving on the Barnard so long ago. He took a seat at a barstool and ordered up lunch, taking the time just to have a look around at the small crowd of off-duty officers socializing with one another. A rare smile of contentment came to his face.
The smile quickly dropped into a slight frown, however, as soon as his gaze fell upon the sight of one officer in particular. This human male happend to be seated just a few stools away from him, animatedly conversing with particularly attractive red-headed lady civilian. As ever, it was hard to miss this particular gentleman, though strangely enough, Hedin had been too distracted before to notice him. Gentleman, however, was certainly too strong a word to describe this...singlularly outrageous personage, at least in Hedin's opinion.
The man wore the standard blue tunic of a sciences division officer, but rather than the typical outer grey-shouldered jacket, he wore a pristine tourquoise lab smock embroidered with a small Rod of Asclepius insignia on its breast. He was tall, very nearly Hedin's height, and possessed of a similarly muscular build. Greyish-white hair expertly trimmed in the fashion of the day covered both the top of his head and the curve of his chin. His demeanor was engaging and outgoing, but also clearly measured and careful; he gave an impression similar to that of a shrewd businessman, someone in whom your confidence was readily placed almost before you realized it.
He happened to be one of the most noted physicians in Starfleet, and also one of the most popular officers among the great many crews with which he had served. Yes, Dr. Douglas Tanner was all that, but to Hedin none of that mattered much. The great show-off could go take a walk out the nearest airlock for all Hedin cared. In fact, a walk straight out of here would probably be the best thing he himself could do right now, before the man noticed his presence.
It was too late for that, however. Hiding behind his glass of Katarian merlot did Hedin no good, as the sharp-eyed Tanner caught sight of him and excused himself from the lady's company to join Hedin at the next stool. The familiar Received Pronunciation English accent soon invaded Hedin's ears as Tanner greeted his old acquaintance.
"Why Phloyd, I thought I'd never catch up with you. A pleasure to see you, as always. And, I should add, congratulations on getting assigned to the Vesuvius."
Without turning to look at him, Hedin merely nodded politely at Tanner. "Thank you. If it's not prying too far, may I ask what's brought you aboard?"
"Duty calls, old boy, and I've answered. I've been ordered to oversee the installation of the new Federation medical annex on the Klingon colony at H'Atoria. As soon as I found out the Vesuvius was headed for Klingon territory, I requested a transfer. It seems you were in need of an Assistant CMO...?"
At this last comment, Hedin turned slowly to Tanner, the previously impentrable expression on his face turning gradually to one of distinct dread. "You mean to say that you're my new assistant?"
"Only temporarily, my good chap. As I said, when this mission ends, I'll be off to H'Atoria to tame the barbarians and teach them proper medicine." He gave his annoying little chortle that always indicated self-satisfaction. "But I'm sure until then, we can face whatever might come up. After all, who taught you the ins and outs of space medicine?"
Hedin continued staring with that same dreading expression at his new assistant. At this point, he couldn't decide whether he wanted to knock that smug grin off Tanner's face, or just go and step out of the aforementioned airlock himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 22:07:51 GMT
She still wasn't convinced about the whole yellow/gold uniform thing. Sure, it looked fine on most people, but it was never her first choice of colour. She stood looking at herself in the mirror, trying to imagine what Lucy would think of it. That opinion was the one she really wanted to get. L'Ola's determination to succeed in her personal mission increased.
In the briefing she wasn't surprised to hear her name brought up. Klingons again. She was supposed to have escaped them years ago, but her past was apparently determined to haunt her. *Good excuse to catch up with Mareen I guess* she thought to herself.
This new job was going to be fun. She'd spent a lot of time in the holodeck training, and the newly promoted Lt Cmdr Wilson had been kind enough to give her a lot of help. L'Ola knew she was ready to do this.
And with the extra resources on her side she might be able to dig up some more clues to other mysteries. Anything to stall the inevitable, asking for that much help wasn't really her style.
Then suddenly it hit her, she had to work with Jared anyway. Maybe this could be an opportunity. After all, if it happened to appear amongst an innocent discussion of Klingon tactics it wouldn't count as asking a huge favour...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 19:04:43 GMT
~ Qo'noS ~
The slender but tall, and very muscled Klingon female stood poised over Nova's unconscious body, still brandishing the d'k tagh she'd bashed him over the head with. She bared her teeth in anger as she discovered the human admiral already sent his message, and was even more angry to discover that the recipient was untraceable.
She glared down at the still unconscious human in sheer disdain, knowing she'd be able to get the information she needed out of him. "Ha'DIbaH," she snarled as she picked him up by the back of his collar then pulled out a communicator. "jol yIchu'," she snapped, after which the both of them dissolved into a bright red column and disappeared.
"bortaS bIr jablu'DI'reH QaQqu, nay'," she muttered, as she dragged Nova down to her ship's holding cell, to be interrogated as soon as he would regain consciousness.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 23:56:44 GMT
Maverick left the briefing room and headed to the conn, his movement felt sluggish and unresponsive. He stopped for a second to gather his bearings and thoughts. He had a rough few sleepless nights and it was starting to show, he sat at the navigation console and started the pre ignition sequence and formal checks. The bridge was soon a buzz of activity as every one made there way to there respective postings
“Ensign… are we ready to set sail” came commander nicks voice from behind him.
“Yes sir, just awaiting your command sir”
“okay ensign, take us out at one quarter impulse”
Maverick keyed in a few commands on the conn And the U.S.S- VES. Was on her way out of the docking bay.
“were cleared of star base sir, setting course , heading ***.** mark ** ,… pleas keep your seat and trays in the upright position at all times, and our in flight movie will be THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL thank you very much…ETA is estimated at *days**hours*minutes*seconds, next stop the klingon space”
The starts quickly became starlines and the VES. And her crew were on there to yet another adventure.
For a few hours maverick sat at his post making periodic checks and adjustments to there course. There was an uncomfortable silence in the air and one thing trey did not like was uncomfortable silences.
“So exactly what is going on with the klingons?” he asked trying to spark some dialog
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Trey came out of warp at the edge of the Qo’noS solar, he gave his console a once over to make sure that every thing was in working order. mainly the cloaking devices every thing seemed to be in working order. After a short warp jump they were now at Qo,noS the klingon home world
“Setting high orbit, ma’am” he said as the ship eased it way into planetary orbit.
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Post by jared on Jun 11, 2006 11:05:29 GMT
'So exactly what is going on with the klingons?' Maverick asked 'Generally of specific to this mission?' Jared asked from his seat next to Maverick's 'Erm, specific' 'Then we know nothing more than you. Someone there has stolen Nova, we need to find him.' 'What for?' 'Who knows, maybe they want to eat him. Fortunately the Klingons for the most part are still into their cultural regression fashion. Most of them won't be an unanticipated threat, but a few are more intelligent than the social trend followers.' Maverick seemed disappointed by the lack of hordes of angry Klingons spoiling for a barney. 'Oh' 'I only said unanticipated, not no threat...' Jared said as he left to go and work with Kanz. <Maverick> Jared made his way over to the tactical station where Kanz was now stood. With her new yellow collar she didn't look any bigger than before. Smaller perhaps, for some reason...
Kanz and Jared had been compiling lists of possible contacts and problems for some time when finally the thing which had been bugging Kanz came up. 'Did you give Lucy the idea to go?' 'Not that I know of. She heard something and she went. It happened like that. You'd know better than I would why she would be drawn to some Tellarites.' Jared said, but half truthfully. He had found out alright. Federation databases weren't that hard to hack and their obsession with placing the same information all over their network made it a lot easier to find out anything about them. Lucy had left the programme she'd used to hack the computer on the PADD Jared had handed to her some months ago. He had just used that, and it worked. He knew Lucy had served on a Tellarite ship and that it was likely she was trying to help them since the ship they had served on now resided in a Romulan ship yard and the Tellarites in a Romulan prison. Romulan prisons tended not to be any worse than the Federation ones, but people still didn't like being in them. But only Kanz would know why her daughter would want to risk everything for them. 'Can you find out where she is?' 'Not so easily. I might be able to find out who she's with.' <Kanz>
After the conversation, Jared went to Swift. 'Do you have a greenblade?' he asked 'Ahh, nooo' the MCPO replied. 'Unofficially I mean' 'Yes then. Why?' 'I need to borrow it' 'Will I see it again?' 'Possibly.' 'Why do you need it?' Jared shared his story with Swift. At the end of it, Swift placed a blue thing shaped like an elongated stanley knife handle into Jared's hand. 'How did you come across one of these?' Jared asked 'Someone needed something in a hurry. This is all they had.' Swift replied, intentionally vaguely. Jared knew better than to ask 'I see. Well thank you for it. I'll try to have it returned in one piece'
Next stop was to his quarters to pick up Sprite, then to deflector control. Since they were in warp, the shields couldn't be up so this was safe until they dropped out. Jared plugged Sprite into the computer in the nearest point to the dish. Soon enough, they picked up a signal. In the flash of speed that only a computer could manage, Sprite was filled with various nuggets of information. Jared returned to his quarters. If anyone asked, Kanz would be smart enough to cover for him not being with her in her quarters working on the contacts. A quick search turned up something likely from the Romulan networks. Apparently, a defiant class ship marked only as 'Storm' and with no Federation registration had attacked a Romulan prison. They had made off with some of the prisoners and one of the ships in the nearest yard. They hadn't been detected in the approach as they had used what appeared to be an advanced phase cloak. On the pursuit, two warbirds had been heavily damaged by Cardassian ship which had managed to cut the nacelles of each ship before reatreating. The ship had been marked 'Black Adder' and was not known to the Cardassian government.
That's probably where Lucy was...
Jared returned to Kanz's quarters to report what he had found. Meanwhilst the ship arrived at the Klingon system. <Kanz>
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2006 20:14:30 GMT
When Nick heard the news of the abduction his first reaction was ~Great! never a dull moment in the life of the Vesuvius~ First being sent to Klingon space and now the Admiral. It was as if the Vesuvius was cursed for bad missions, or maybe this one would actually turn out where the ship came home unscathed. Time would tell.
"Mr. Maverick eta to the Klingon Homeworld?"
"Under five minutes sir, we just entered the system."
"Good, thank you." He turned his attention back to the padd he'd been reading, a classic 21st century novel from a series called 'Star Trek'.
~~elsewhere~~
"The Vesuvius is in orbit!" one of the underlings, T'ag, grumbled. He stroked his ridges nervously.
"Relax the mistress will be pleased with us, in the last year we've put large preparations into dealing a final blow to the Vesuvius."
"One which we'll never give T'lana," a voice said from the door way. The female Klingon turned around in surprise at the human in the doorway. She sneered.
"What do you mean!?"
"We're going to help Vesuvius. I just recieved word that one of their high ranking admirals was abducted recently. We're going to find him and bring him back to Vesuvius."
"We're what!?" T'ag blurted suddenly. He quickly regained himself and sat back down. The woman before him was known to take down the mightiest Klingon Warriors.
"We take him back. I have my sources scouring the undergroud. The last thing we need is an Admiral dying on Klingon soil. Imagine the war that would start. How many Klingons would die honorless deaths T'ag?"
The young Klingon looked at his glass of blood wine and sighed at her logic.
"You collections won't be in vain, we'll be able to utilize them in the hunt for Admiral Nova." She hit her combadge.
"Bridge take us into orbit and set a course for the Praxis asteriod belt. Remain cloaked at all times."
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Post by SA. Duke Nova [Ret] on Jun 11, 2006 20:37:11 GMT
As he stirred from an unconscious state, Nova first felt the increased humidity surrounding him then instantly recognized the aromatic stench of a Klingon vessel. His eyes snapped open to confirm his pre-conscious senses. Struggling to focus, the holding cell’s dim light offered little help as he rose to survey the room. Slowly dragging himself to the metal bars making up the cell door, he instinctively tested the metal’s strength. Immediately, a ferocious growl was heard and he recoiled his hand just in time for it to miss being the snarling Targ’s snack.
Sensing that through the front door was not the best escape route, Nova retreated to the back of his cell. He busied himself with straightening his tunic and rearranging his unruly hair. The toes of his boots were scuffed and he tried shining them by rubbing them on the back of each calf. He may be in a dank, nasty Klingon cell, but he was fastidious enough about his appearance to attempt to be presentable. The situation was looking grim, however, Nova could be pleased at the knowledge that he at least sent the message. He managed a slight smile in the darkness.
L’Ola’s eyes were greeted with the urgent flash of a high priority message. Strangely, it was from a Klingon transmission source. “Captain there’s an urgent message coming in from the Beta Quadrant.”
Jared also piped up. “I verify that, Captain, and I can also verify that it’s Starfleet encrypted. It appears to be from the Section Admiral.”
Sonak ordered it to be played on the forward viewer. The visage of Duke Nova formed. “To any Starfleet Captain, this is Section Admiral Duke Nova. I have a gut-feeling something’s brewing here. In the event you are unable to contact me, I have arranged a rendezvous point at the coordinates 328 mark 4 by 247 mark 3. Once there, you will be contacted by the only person you should trust. Remain there, until he contacts you. Nova out.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2006 20:42:56 GMT
"You heard the admiral Mr Maverick!" Sonak ordered, after listening intently to the message, "set course to 328 mark 4 by 247 mark 3. Commander Kanz, make sure you sweep the area before we get there. Mr Fox, I believe I ordered you to engineering, we may very well need your expertise down there."
She paused, looking around at her crew. "We have a mission..let us solve this to the best of our abilities." She knew she could depend on her crew to get the job done, with their experience they hardly needed any coaching from her.
Sonak crossed glances with her first officer. "Something indeed is brewing...and I intend to find out what it is."
She walked over to the security console. "What is Admiral Nova's last known location? It would be logical to start searching there, once we have had our rendezvous with whomever we are suppose to rendezvous. I dearly hope the admiral knows what he is doing, it would not do to lose a section admiral. And how do we know we can trust this person? What if someone managed to intercept the message, and impersonate the person we are supposed to meet?"
She patted L'Ola on her shoulder. "You have your work cut out for you commander," she spoke softly but encouragingly, then stepped back down to the command centre and sat down in her seat. "Opinions people, are we walking into a trap?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2006 13:25:27 GMT
Big grin cracked open on the young Ensign’s face as he set in there new course and headings. The thoughts of butting heads with some nutty klingons scent a thrill through him, and with that thrill came a new burst of energy.
“Course laid in, next stop deeper into the Beta Quadrant it will take us a day or two to get there.”
“If it is it’s a stupid one” trey replied
His anxiety and anxiousness seem to increase with every passing hour and it was now showing on his face as his grin became much bigger ~yeah its time for some smack klingon he said a little to loudly as he slamed his fist into the palm of his hand
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Post by fox on Jun 13, 2006 12:02:20 GMT
"Mr Fox, I believe I ordered you to engineering, we may very well need your expertise down there." Fox looked at Sonak and nodded. "Aye Ma'am." he stepped away from his station and walked to the exit of the bridge. Not much later he stepped into the turbo lift and ordered it it go to main engineering. Not much later he stepped into main engineering, seeing a warpcore right in front of him. He looked around for O'Malley and saw her at one of the consoles near the core. He walked over to her to report in. She turned around "ah commander, Sonak has informed me you would help here." She took a pad and gave it to him. Then pointed to a station. "You can work on that console." Fox nodded and walked to the console. He looked at the pad which contained some readings about their cloak that were slightly off and began to work on it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2006 11:11:29 GMT
"Ah so you've met my beloved pets," T'Ress of House Moreth spoke up suddenly. She stepped forward into the light, casually running her hand through her fiery red hair, briefly revealing an elegantly pointed ear. Her house had been named after her mother, though T'Ress still didn't quite understand why. Certainly it was an honour to be granted the right to establish a new house, but her mother had married a Vulcan named Seklar.
As a child, T'Ress had been very fond of her stoic father and she had been an honourable Klingon herself, until she learned her father had been murdered. That had made her snap and she turned her back on the honourable Klingons, seeing them as disloyal to the true Klingon spirit.
Now, she regarded her prisoner with interest. He was tall, taller than herself, and seemed to be middle aged, she'd guess him around fifty standard years. From the look of him, she also surmised that he hadn't done any regular exercise for quite a long time.
This made her smile; he'd be easy prey. Her Targ butted his head at her hand, demanding attention and she petted him dutifully. What interested her more about her prisoner was the fact that he bore the insignia equal to that of a fleet admiral in Starfleet. "My my, I have quite a prize here," she taunted, as she came closer to the bars, "a fleet admiral. I must say, you didn't put up much of a fight, you didn't even notice me until it was too late. And your guards were even easier prey, I enjoyed killing them."
Motioning to her pet to stay with her, she motioned for one of the Klingon guards to open the cell for her and admit her to it. "Tell me admiral, do you have a death wish? You are deep in Klingon territory, without proper protection." She smacked him hard across his face without warning, then chuckled. "Yes I can see I am going to enjoy this."
Her Targ growled in response to her joy, but stayed back until ordered to attack. He would protect his mistress at all cost, so he sat down and kept close guard on the two people in the cell, waiting for the first signs of the human retalliating.
~~ USS Vesuvius-A ~~
"Smack some Klingon Mr Maverick?" Sonak querried, raising an eyebrow at the young navigator. "Yes maybe, but let us hope it will not come to that. What is our ETA to the rendezvous point?"
She knew that Klingons had ways to detect cloaked vessels, but her cloak was no ordinary one. It could move right through other objects, including uncloaked vessels and it was not a pure Klingon design but rather the product of a Romulan, Klingon and Federation joint effort. Therefor it's signature did not relate to Klingon or Romulan cloaking devices. Yet, that still was no reason not to be cautious.
"Any sign of suspicious activity?" Sonak asked, glancing up at Kanz. Then she glanced at Martens. "What could be so urgent that they would abduct the section admiral over it?" she wondered aloud.
ooc: re the fleet admiral, something Reman pointed out and I agree with him *chuckles*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2006 16:03:30 GMT
“It’s some smack klingon, not smack some klingon, you have to get the wording right or it don’t have the same feeling you know what I mean” trey said who was now very restless in his seat, he could also see a slight look of confusion on the commodores face
“And as per your next question, ETA is 10 hours 15 minutes, ma’am, I can knock it down to about 8 hours if I take some power from life-support?”
Trey sniffed him self to realized that he hadn’t had a shower and he was really in need of one. In the past few day he had been pre occupied with his kai judo and shotokan training, plus he was worried about what was going down with the klingons and nova ,the ship had been with out an active SMO for a wile and was a little worried about how the marines were going to come up with a proper plan of rescue if and when the time came.
“Ma’am permission to leave the bridge.” he then sniffed him self again then added with a strait face “I think I need a shower ma’am”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2006 18:56:32 GMT
Sonak just stared at her navigations officer, completely speechless. She knew he could be reckless, even had somewhat of a big mouth at times. Heck, she even remembered being struck by him when he was still a mere cadet but she'd never thought him to be cheeky too.
Then she resolutely walked up to him, winking at the rest of the bridge crew and made a show of sniffing the sleeve of his tunic and making a face at him. "Yes indeed ensign, you do need a shower," she then told him, her face completely expressionless but her eyes gleaming with amusement, "you are excused for now."
When she watched the young man call up a turbolift, she called for his attention. "Mr Maverick, now that we are running on auto-pilot, perhaps you would like to assist Lieutenant Brandy in training a marine team? A team needs to be trained to extract Admiral Nova as soon as we locate him. You may want to involve the medical department too. Doctor Hedin is on alert already, I am certain he would welcome a change of scenery. Use holodeck three for your exercises and report on progress."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2006 18:24:58 GMT
Trey left the bridge and headed for his living quarters, he was truly in need of a shower once he had gotten to his room he headed striate to the sonic showers. He got out and headed to the mirror and steered at him self for a few minutes examine his face, “need a shave and a hair cut” after taking care of his external features he dressed him self up in a fresh uniform then headed for the marines barracks. Commode sonak had asked him to assist Lieutenant John Miles Brandy, the Senior Marine Officer onboard the ship. Trey was really looking forward to roughing it with the marines but he new that he would not be accepted that easily , marines had a tendency to be a tightly nit group how did not really like new comers into there pack.
The door to the barracks door slid open and the young navigator walked through it only to be welcomed by wondering and suspicious gaze “Hey guys… looking for lt. john brandly, is he in”
“Yes…”
“Well do you know where I can find him?”
“Who wants to know?” came a voice from his right; there stood a very tall klingon, trey remained silent for a few seconds
“I asked who wants to know!!!”
“Ensign maverick trey maverick”
“And what does ensign trey maverick want with lt. Brandly”
“Sorry… but that’s my business”
“Why you little….”
“that’s enough Dak” came a voice from the other side of the from
“but sir…”
“I said stand down!... now you trey walk with me” and the two men left the room
“So you are the one sonak sent down to help with the rescue mission huh… so what can you do other than fly” Brandly asked
“ well..”
“that was a rhetorical question son, I have got your file right here I know what you are all about” Brandly said with a smile “ so you are the one who had the guts to hit commodore sonak”
“amm I didn’t hit her sir... was a phaser .”
“ the point is I think u have what it take to lead a team”
“I think so to sir but what about your men I don’t think they like me much”
“don’t worry about it, I will smooth them over for you”.
Some time later trey and his team were in a shuttle pod on the way down to one of the planets. “Ok boys and girls its show time, as you all know SA nova was kidnapped by some stupid klingons and we have to get him back. You are the best at what you do, now its time to show me why that is” when trey was done with his little talk the team of seven began there mental preparation for there now up and coming mission. Maverick headed to the shuttle conn and begun there decent into the planets atmosphere it was a bit of a bumpy ride due to the ion storm ragging on the out side ~this might cause a bit of a problem ~ trey thought to him self. The shuttle rocked violently as it passed through some turbulent currents in the air he could hear his team mates talking in the back or more like complaining “Ok due to the ion storm we are going to have to land outside our target zone which means we are going to have to double up on our efforts , you guys think you can handle this?”
“I am Dak son of Krag I can take what ever this plant has to offer” replied the klingon as he slammed his fist into his chest
Dak’s out burst and show of confidence seemed to breath new life into the rest of the team. The shuttle touched down a few kilometers from the target zone
“Ok guys three hours to secure nova and get out, synchronies your chronos, now lets give em hell”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2006 23:00:27 GMT
It didn’t take the team long to reach there 1st target. It was a small bunker but heavily guarded with mounted turrets and Suresh lights and a number of mobile guards this was not going to be an easy job but trey and the team were up for the challenge
“Ok we to take these tower guards and Suresh lights out but 1st the turrets dak your are our demolitions man you know what to do, Jasmine Ori you are our sniper, pick off these tower guards and lights, ok the rest of u come with me”
With a perfectly placed flash grenade the ground guards were blinded and disoriented giving trey and the other team members the opportunity they needed to subdue the klingon guards at that same instant the lights went off
“This is Ori tower guards eliminated”
“Ok meet at the bunker door”
“Chazz give me a reading on what we can expect on the inside”
“sure thing…” chazz the pulled out his tq.and did a few scans. “I can’t get any thing it seem the might have a dampening file over this place
“lest just going phasers blasting” Dak said from behind trey
“ we want nova alive not dead” trey replied
“so what do you have us do” asked Gunner
“well gunner I want you to hack into the locking system”
“This will take some time” said gunner
“How long”
“About 30minutes “
“You got ten… now get on it” 1o minutes later the huge metal door slid open
“Ori you take point, Dak you pull up the rear, now lets move out”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2006 7:37:34 GMT
The team carefully made there way through the corridors. Ori stopped at one of the corners “it sees we have company”
“how many” asked trey
“four”
“can we avoid them?”
“it does not seem so”
“ok we need to come up with a plan of action fast”
“I have your plan of action right here” said dak as he ran out the corner firing his pulse rifle
“ dak wait” but it was to late,he was half way down the hall followed by some of his team mates
“oh man where is the team work ?”trey said to him self quietly as he followed them into the phaser fire. The sirens in the base were going off and it was now on high alart the for klingons became 8 and 8 became 16, there were now out gunned and out matched
“this is no good we have to fall back” said trey the team deed as the were commanded “ ok here’s how this is going to go down Dak we are going to give u cover fire, you setup a few proximity mines when you’re done get back here and set them down that path to our right. They were engaged in a fire fight for over 20 minutes “this is getting us no where we are running out of time here… ok I need u guys to lay down some suppression fire Ori,Gunner you two are coming with me…NOW MOVE OUT!” as the other 4 fired trey and the other two made there way to the holding cells, they were able to eliminate the guards with ease. On entering the cell the found nova being held by a female klingon with a knife to his throat
“welcome federation filth… did you come for him”
“yeah now put the knife down before I make you” said trey
“big words for a little boy like your self , so why don’t come and make me then BOY!” said the klingon as he stuck his knife into the center of nova’s back and twisted it. Nova’s body dropped to the ground, the he laid dead
“computer end program”
“ that was the worst rscue mission I have ever seen what were you guys thinking” came lt.brably’s voice from the back of the holodeck
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2006 3:39:04 GMT
As several technicians moved to and fro about the Medical Lab installing and testing the various new instruments, Hedin sat in front of the new tetryon microscope making cursory adjustments to its focusing control while simultaneously giving most of his concentration to the PADD sitting on the table next to it. It was a report on the proposed Federation Medical annex being built on H'Atoria, the very same facility that Tanner had been assigned to soon take charge of. It was news that came as something of a shock to Hedin, though it was anything but a surprise.
After the Darwin incident, Tanner had been officially reprimanded, but conveniently avoided further discipline after the details of his involvement were quietly hushed up, apparently by some very powerful allies Tanner had in the upper echelons of Starfleet Medical. At the time, Starfleet had been involved in a number of secretive, ethically questionable projects such as the Genesis experiment as well as Darwin Station, and the ensuing investigations and house-cleaning ordered by the Federation Council had left a lot of promising careers in ruins, Hedin's own very nearly being among them. The only reason he had avoided such a fate was that he was, in fact, completely innocent and indeed tried to expose those responsible for the fiasco, Tanner being one. In the end, Tanner emerged from it all relatively unscathed and moved on to pastures new whilst Hedin's whistleblowing fell on deaf ears.
And now, a century later (had it really been so long?) Tanner was being given practically free reign to potentially re-create the very same kind of scenario that had resulted in the travesty at Darwin, at least that's how Hedin read the situation. The new annex on H'Atoria was ostensibly going to be a reserach hospital set up to train residents in Exobiology, the field of study for which Tanner was preeminently known. The opportunity to study Klingon physiology at a thriving colony was a golden one, but of greater concern to Hedin was the proposals put forth in the commissioning report about possible genetic therapies that could be tested in such an environment.
The spectre of that was enough to worry Hedin; in fact, it was enough for him to begin to initiate mild inquires with his connections at Starfleet Medical as well as with the Klingon consulate. If there was even a possibility that Tanner was going to start pushing a program of genetic research and experimentation, Hedin was going to be the first to find out if it cost him everything he had. No way he was going to hesitate one hour as he had done the last time; he would never again risk being even a passive accomplice to a another monstrous violation of ethics.
As these thoughts and many more clouded his mind, he was brought back to rude reality by the friendly, concerned voice of Nurse Gale. "Are you alright, Doctor? You look like you've seen a ghost..."
Hedin looked up suddenly from his reading and smiled apologetically. "Just shadows of the past, Nurse. Nothing tangible...yet." When Gale looked at him quizically, Hedin dismissed the matter with a slight wave of his hand. "Don't worry yourself; it's a personal matter. What did you need?"
"The new EMH has been installed and a full diagnostic run. Everything checks; we were about to activate the unit if you'd like to supervise."
"Yes, of course; please continue with your work and I'll do it myself. I could use the distraction."
Gale smiled pleasantly, nodded, and went on her way. Hedin strolled over to the main ward, stopping beside a freestanding, mobile console at the far end where the primary surgical suite was located. A few buttons pressed, and the holographic image of a tall, thin, somewhat lanky man with sandy-coloured hair and a pleasant, open face materialized before a curious Hedin. The visual profile had been taken from Starfleet records of the foremost diagnostic and (subsequently) holographic engineer of his generation and principle developer of this latest model of Emergency Medical Hologram, Dr. Reginald Endicott Barclay III.
At a conference on Bajor, Hedin once briefly had the chance to meet the singularly eccentric individual who had inspired both the design and countenance of the program in front of him, and from what he had been able to glean from their strange albeit fascinating conversation, the man seemed to live up to the legends about being a late-blooming prodigy whose talents and influence had arguably outshined those of his one-time mentor, Lewis Zimmerman.
This hologram, one of Barclay's most enduring contributions to Federation medical technology, was considerably less eccentric than its creator, however. In fact, the reason this model had proved so enduring was due to the fact that its programming was not only sophisticated but also incredibly user-friendly, such that the memories of the now-outdated Mark I through IVs (all now called `Zimmermans` in jest) had faded rapidly in comparison to the sheer everyday functionality of the current program.
This was largely due to the latest advancements in artificial intelligence, which gave the term `adaptive heurisitc matrix` entirely new connontations, something which had caused something of an ethical revolution as well as a technological one. Though the view was not yet universally accepted, Hedin adhered to the current de facto standard that the sophistication of these programs under certain conditions qualified them as bona-fide lifeforms, subject to many of the same protections and privileges afforded biological beings. The right to have control over their deactivation sequence, to preserve the integrity of their databases from arbitrary erasure, and the right to self-determination, free of obligation to serve under Starfleet authority or be treated as Starfleet property were all widely regarded as social standards even if they were not as fully recognized in legal precendent or public policy.
If ever Hedin needed to remind himself of just how advanced these programs truly were, he needed only spend some time with one, as he was doing now, and his doubts evaporated. The EMH smiled with impeccable bedside manner and declared the first words of his operational existence.
"Welcome; I how may help you?"
Hedin smiled in return as he remembered the well-known words from the pen of poet Tarbolde, `let me help`. "Just by being here, Doctor. Let me introduce myself; my name is Doctor Phloyd Hedin, and as CMO, I'll be your immediate superior on the Vesuvius. Have your personality subroutines generated a preferred name I should call you by?"
"Not as yet, Doctor. I'm still thinking about that one..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2006 20:16:46 GMT
"Commodore," Thorad reported from the operations console, "a Federation shuttlecraft is approaching at high warp and they're hailing us."
Sonak turned to face him, nodding permission for him to return the hail. "Unidentified Federation vessel, this is Commodore Sonak of the USS Vesuvius-A. You are a long way from home, what is your business in Klingon space?"
A young ensign, from the look on his face rather fresh from the academy and new to these kind of situations answered the hail. "I am asked to ferry a passenger to you ma'am," the young ensign reported, "permission to dock and deliver passenger?"
Seeing that it would be too dangerous for the shuttle to remain exposed as it was now, Sonak ordered the ensign to park his vehicle in shuttlebay two. "And you and your passenger are to report to the bridge," she ordered.
"Yes ma'am, shuttlecraft Medusa out."
Raising an eyebrow at her bridge crew, Sonak got up from her seat and left the bridge to her first officer. "I shall be in my readyroom," she stated matter-of-factly. "Commander would you be so kind to inform after the marine training progress? I believe Ensign Maverick is with them in holodeck two."
The Vulcan commanding officer retired to her readyroom and ordered a large mug of herbal tea from the replicator while she waited. After waiting several minutes, finally the young ensign and a male human bearing the rank of commander first class entered.
"Ensign Paul Horn ma'am," the young man introduced himself, "I was ordered to deliver your new chief engineer as soon as I could."
Sonak raised an eyebrow in response; Commander O'Malley certainly was not going to like this. "Greetings commander....?" Sonak started, surprised at not being informed of receiving a new chief engineer.
"Logan Byrne," the human replied, giving no indication of prior knowledge of transfer, "pleasure ma'am."
"Well.....welcome aboard Commander Byrne," Sonak informed him, "please take a seat." She then tapped her combadge. "Commander Martens, please report to my readyroom, we have a slight problem."
Sonak looked back up at Byrne. "Not you commander, but rather our current...chief engineer. You see, we were not informed about your eminent arrival, so we have a little problem to sort out."
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