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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2005 18:09:52 GMT
As Fox sent the Vesuvius in a series of curves and spins, Sonak threatened to be thrown out of her chair were it not that Meylor was holding her down to her seat. He was still holding on to her as he'd been the one to wake her up, which still embarassed her.
The maneuvres, however, had shaken her from her shock and she was once more alert. "Klingons on this side of the n\Neutral Zone?" she wondered aloud, "I thought General Gorak had said that he would deploy the ships on the Klingon side of the Neutral Zone." She gazed at the main screen, as she held on tight to the armrests of her seat.
Gazing sideways, she noticed the surprise registering on Vander's face. Clearly he was just as surprised as she was. "Suggestions admiral?" she asked, then looked up at Meylor, who had returned to his station. "What are they, Klingon or Federation."
A puzzled look crossed the young Bajoran's face. "I am not sure ma'am?" he reported, "sensors read them as definately being Klingon, but there's something odd about them."
"Send scan results to science and engineering," Sonak ordered. "Nick, contact General Gorak and inform him that we are under attack from a Klingon battlefleet, on the Federation side of the Neutral Zone. We shall see if he has enough honour to come to our assistance."
Sonak settled back in her seat, bleakly recalling her most recent dream. This scenario looked much like it, and the Vesuvius had sustained much damage in this current attack. The rest of her little fleet was also engaging the Klingons, but with less luck. One Defiant had already been destroyed, all their crew lost. She shook her head sadly, wondering how they were going to explain this to the surviving relatives of the brave men and women who had served on the Defiant Class USS Hercules-B.
"Status of our fleet?" she finally asked.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2005 21:53:24 GMT
~Fleet laison, eh. Wow.~ Nick thought as he sat checking over the status reports.
"Nick, contact General Gorak and inform him that we are under attack from a Klingon battlefleet, on the Federation side of the Neutral Zone. We shall see if he has enough honour to come to our assistance."
"Message sent," He replied only to get a angry beep from his consol. "We're being jammed!"
Just then the ship shuddered from the explosion of one of the Defiants. A volley of phaser rounds pummeled the Vesuvius seconds later.
"Status of our fleet?" Sonak asked.
"The Agamemnon is crippled, Hercules-B is destroyed, the Micheals and Benedict are venting plasma but are still functional. The rest of the fleet is coming around for another pass."
Another explosion tossed the ship slightly. One of the Klingon ships exploded in a rather odd fireball, not one typical of a Klingon reactor.
"Scanning debris," Meylor reported without hesitation. Seconds later his eyes widened.
"Ma'am, sir," He looked at Vander and Sonal, "That reactor explosion was in no way shape or form Klingon. What we just witnessed was the implosion of a spacial anomaly." Vanders eyes showed twinges of fear as the color drained from his face. Sonak raised an eyebrow. "The signiture is one of a modified Romulan system. The first encounter with this drive was when Enterprise encountered Shinzon and his Reman Warbird."
"Remans," Vander whispered. He sat down in his chair and ran a hand through his five-o'clock shadow.
"Ma'am second fleet of Klingon Battle cruisers entering system," Nick reported having taken the Sec/Tac from Marshall who'd been injured by an exploding consol.
The lead Neg'var visibly charged it's disrupters and photons. A volley coursed through space towards the Vesuvius only to miss and impact one of the initial Klingon attack ships. The rest of the new fleet followed suit and began firing upon the other Klingon vessels.
The ship the Neg'var had shot began to sputter through space. The image of the Klingon ship flickered in and out of existance to show a much smaller ship inside. Seconds later it exploded in an array of sparks and flame.
"They're retreating," Nick said looking up from his station. A medical team carried the injured crew off the bridge and a maintinence crew immediatly began work on repairing the damaged stations.
"We're being hailed," the conn reported.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2005 13:10:38 GMT
"We're being hailed," the conn reported.
An indistinct image, that of an imposing figure shrouded in darkness and barely able to be made out, appeared on the viewscreen. A eerie, heavily modified voice sounded out over the speakers. "This is your opponent speaking. You will surrender your fleet immediately, or face destruction. You have precisely five of your minutes to comply." The voice and image vanished as quickly and mysteriously as they had appeared.
Meylor rapidly analyzed the transmission, then compared the results with the new sensor reading just gathered of the vicinity around the retreating enemy vessels. "Unable to identify that comm signature; whoever they are they've taken great pains to hide their identity. It was transmitted from one of the larger ships, disguised as a Vor'cha. I've just about worked out a way to penetrate their holographic sheath; if Commander Kanz will assist me, I can modify our sensors to do so..." He nodded to L'Ola, and both started for the door, headed to Sensor Maintenance to work out the details.
Tactical, meanwhile, reported the status of both combatants. "Our ships are holding position for the moment, just as we are, trying to restore auxiliary power. The Michaels and the Benedict are signaling their readiness to engage the enemy. But it looks like the enemy is inactive at the moment..."
It was, improbably, true. The five remaining enemy vessels had all taken up a stationary position several thousand kilometres away, and held there in a pentagonal configuration. They seemed to be waiting for something, and the five minutes were nearly up...
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Post by gorak on May 25, 2005 14:08:26 GMT
One quick note folks, the Federation/Klingon Neutral Zone no longer exists, it was dissolved when the Khitomer Accords were signed in The Undiscovered Country.
On the Neg'var…
“The Federation Fleet are hailing us,” the communication officer reported, “they claim to be under attack by Klingon forces in their space.”
“Impossible,” Gorak bellowed, “all our ships are here, none have crossed into Federation holdings.” “General, we have confirmed that a battle is taking place between Federation and Klingon forces,” the officer replied, “however, we cannot identify the cowardly Klingon ships.”
“Tactical Alert!” Gorak yelled, the eagerness for battle clear in his voice, “enter the battle zone helmsman, weapons officer, target those traitors and fire at will.”
An evil eager smile played across the General’s face, as he watched his ship’s powerful weapons destroy the offending Klingon ships. However, as one exploded, something caught his eye.
“It is a trick!” Gorak yelled, “those are not Klingon ships, they are merely disguised to appear as Klingons!”
“And now we are in Federation space!” the helms officer said, dismay in his voice.
“A trick to force us to make the first move in battle,” Gorak said, admiring the tactical planning of the Starfleet Admiral, “very well, it shall be as they wish, prepare to target the Federation flagship.”
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2005 9:39:32 GMT
"Ma'am, we are being targeted by the lead Klingon vessel!" Meylor cried from OPS, "vessel is identified as IKC Neg'Var, commanded by General Gorak."
Sonak frowned, exchanging a worried glance with Vander. "Hail them," she ordered, though she already knew that a hail would go unanswered. Usually, if Klingons had made their minds up about something, it was very hard to change their idea of perception.
"No answer," Meylor replied.
"Very well, go to red alert," Sonak ordered, "prepare to go to MVAM and upon separation, cloaking of secondary and tertiary module." She knew this was an unusual tactic, but she wished to see how the Klingons were going to react to this.
"Mr Martens, take command of the secondary module. Ms Kanz, you are to take command of the tertiary module."
Not even a few minutes, Sonak felt the distinct vibration of the separation process being initiated quivering through the decks. She sat back in her chair as she watched either module disappear from the screen and wondered what the Klingons, and their other adversaries were thinking now.
It was then, that the Neg'Var fired on the Vesuvius. "Return fire, disable only," the Vulcan commodore ordered, not even looking at Vander to see if he approved.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2005 14:57:15 GMT
"Current status?"
"We have fully separated from the other modules and our cloak is operating at full capacity" Lieutenant Wilson reported.
L'Ola sat back and relaxed slightly. They had not been given further instructions after cloaking, leaving them time to step back and try to be objective. She flicked through the data she had brought over with her. Now that there was evidence to suggest the real enemy ships were Romulan she had to check whether the story worked on all fronts. After all, scans had been manipulated once and there was no reason they hadn't been many times.
The tertiary module shook as a loud noise could be heard. This sound was quickly replaced by a short sharp word from tactical. James checked the readings, "Commander, I think we'd better move."
"Report, Lieutenant" L'Ola motioned to the helm officer to move them out the way.
"One of the Klingon ships moved round and started firing from behind the other ships. I didn't spot them because they'd cloaked while they moved. Our cloak is still working and emergency forcefields are in place, but..."
"But someone probably noticed the weapons stopping in the middle of nowhere. Helm, keep us moving in an evasive manoeuvres pattern away from the fight area. If they decide to start looking for us we might not be so lucky next time." Despite the situation becoming more difficult she still returned to looking for anomalous readings. As long as they stayed in one piece until their next orders arrived everything would be fine...
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2005 18:34:02 GMT
"Helm, hard about, course one one six mark one five!" Sonak called, as the Neg'Var fired again on the primary module of the USS Vesuvius A. Thanks to Fox' quick reaction, the Vesuvius dodged the disruptor fire, but now flew straight into the line of fire from one of the other Klingon vessels.
"Tactical, fire at that ship!" Sonak called, "cripple only!"
"Aye ma'am," Meylor reported from OPS. The tactical officer had been injured and the Bajoran COO had routed tactical to his own station. Deftly, he targeted phasers and pressed the button to fire them.
Before the eyes of the bridge crew, the targeted vessel turned into a orange ball of flames, which quickly extinguished due to the lack of oxygen in space.
"I thought my orders were clear commander," Sonak said through clenched teeth, "I believe I said cripple only."
"I did!" Meylor exclaimed, already in the process of running a diagnostic on his console. "And phasers were set on disable, the fault is not mine." Then he looked up. "Picking up a single life-sign in the debris ma'am."
"Beam him directly to sickbay," Sonak ordered and tapped her combadge. "Bridge to sickbay, doctor prepare to receive a casualty, Klingon male."
"Acknowledged," Jatan Reckus replied from sickbay.
"Mr Meylor, you got he bridge," Sonak said, then beckoned Vander. "I believe we should go see this survivor," she said softly.
When they reached sickbay, they found Jatan already in the process of saving the Klingon's life. "He'll live," the CMO reported, "but there's something very perculiar about him." Jatan turned to retrieve a dermal generator and began treating his patient's burns. "It appears this man is not a Klingon."
"Not?" Sonak asked, and exchanged glances with both her husband and Admiral Vander. "I believe we should inform General Gorak of this."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2005 4:55:46 GMT
"Come on you friggin aliens," Nick said from the nav station as he manouvered the cloaked ship narrowly around a volley of torpedoes. The helmsman sat in the command chair nursing burned hands and forearms. Smoke and the smell of seared flesh filled the air.
"Keep them guessing," Nick commented pulling the ship into a spiral to avoid another volley. "Drop cloak on the port nacel for a split second. Anything we can do to lengthen the life of the other sections would be great."
"Aye sir," Ensign Marx said from tactical.
The Klingon ship in pursuit took the bait and fired at the spot where the nacel had materialised then disapeared.
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"Where did they go!?" The Klingon commander demanded. He punched his chair arm and swore.
"I'm trying to track their emmissions but their cloak is different," the weapons officer said.
"It's a damn cloak! How hard could it be you mindless p'tak." The commander spat.
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"Charge weapons, drop cloak!" Nick ordered. He spun the ship around behind the Klingon vessel. A volley of torpedoes and phaser fire impacted the ship and collapsed its sheilds. A single torpedoe made it through and detonated in their impulse engine room disabling the power systems on the cruiser.
"Recloak," Nick ordered. He turned the ship back onto the main grouping of ships. The Neg'var and Vesuvius saucer traded shots. Fox kept the ship moving so it was a tougher target to hit.
"The Benedict is taking heavy damage. Their weapons are failing," tactical reported. "The Klingons shields are down." He said with a twinge of glee.
"Fire!" Nick said. The twinkle of torpedoes lit up the view screen. He punched the comm button. "Martens to fleet. Engage the stragglers. L'Ola I'm sending you some tactical data."
=/\=Gottcha=/\= came the reply. A second later =/\= You are insane do you know that?=/\=
"Yep. Just trust me."
Nick manouvered the ship behind the Neg'var and watched the readout which reported L'Ola did the same. Simultaniously the Secondary and Tertiary sections decloaked.
"They're standing down weapons. In fact the whole fleet is," Marx reported.
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"We're getting a priority one distress signal from Hanover colony," The comm officer went eerily silent.
"What is it Lieutenant?" Sonak asked.
"It's the Borg Ma'am," he looked up at her with fear in his eyes. Sonak looked back at Gorak on the viewer. He seemed to be getting similar message.
"It seems that we're in a bit more trouble than we had thought General."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2005 9:08:55 GMT
Two of the modules moved round behind the Neg'var and decloaked.
"They're powering down weapons" came the report from tactical, "Oh, wait a minute, one of the Klingon ships just cloaked again. And the others are getting back into an attack formation."
"Recloak, start those evasive manouvres again, move us away from the others a little, we don't want to be hit again. Any chance we can be detected?" L'Ola wa;led over to tactical to see the readouts.
The helm officer changed course patterns again, unfortunately making the wrong choice by a metre. There wasn't much time for swearing this time as one corner of the cloaked klingon ship occupied the same section of space as part of the tertiary module at the same moment.
Officers all over the ship were thrown over as inertial dampeners failed, but it was when the picked themselves up again that the real panic set in.
"Report" L'Ola half-screamed to be heard over the alarms that were ringing.
James checked the readouts, "We still have our cloak..."
"... and our emergency forcefields are holding..." added the officer at Ops.
"Why do I get the feeling there's something you guys aren't telling me?"
"Because that's basically all we have. There's no propulsion or inertial dampeners, and there's a cascade reaction going through the computer systems. We just lost weapons and the ability to raise shields, although I have a few ideas to get them running. Any time now it will be..."
The computer interrupted, "Warning, life support is offline on decks 6 through 9"
The ship jolted again. "I thought you said we still had our cloak. That felt like weapons fire to me."
"We do, but the ship we hit doesn't, and they aren't moving either."
"Warning, life support failure on all decks. Warning, hull breach on deck 6, emergency forcefields have failed. Warning..."
"Computer, seal off deck 6 and stop all verbal warnings."
Lieutenant Wilson saw a light flashing, "Sir, the secondary module is asking if we need assistance."
L'Ola thought for a moment, "Tell them we need a beam out of all personnel on this module in exactly 4 minutes."
"Done."
Kanz walked around calling out orders. "Wilson, I need the ability to raise those shields you promised. Parker, prepare to divert ALL power to the shield grid. Someone make sure people know about the beam out. And make it quick, that hull breach is gonna get bigger..."
All too quickly the 4 minutes dropped to 30 seconds. "Power transfer and shields ready when you are."
"Set them to activate straight after transport. We need to keep this module in one piece.
10 seconds later the module was hit again. L'Ola was one of those that was sent flying. The way her head hit the wall meant that she was also one of the few that were bleeding and unconcious when transport took place.
"We have them all. Some personnel have been sent to sickbay. And it looks like they lost a couple of people when their hull breached."
Nick shook his head in dispair. It looked like they'd surrendered. But then so many things hadn't been what they seemed. "How's the rest of the fight doing?"
"Shouldn't last much longer. Now that they have the disbaled ship with crew aboard we're pulling them in quite nicely." The report sounded positive, probably because it was. Something had to be going right for them.
"The whole fleet is standing down again"
Sonak looked at the formation, "Very well. Power down weapons but keep the tractor beam going just in case they try anything else."
"Sir, the primary module is reporting a Borg presence. Distress calls are coming in. Um, Sir? Can we integrate the ship with the 3rd module in the state it's in?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2005 19:24:37 GMT
Vander nodded. "But it would be a good idea if we could give him a more complete picture than just telling him that whoevers over there isnt Klingon. Doctor, could you run the dermal regenerator over his head, all of it, so we can get an idea of who we're dealing with."
Vander watched as Dr Reckus proceeded. He looked over at Sonak. "Commander Martens did say the debris appeared to be Reman."
A few minutes later, there was indeed a Reman face lying on the biobed. "And our suspicions are confirmed....the Remans are known for having rather complex minds, capable of doing multiple things at once. Doctor, may I use your office to scan the debris of his ship?"
Reckus nodded, and Vander proceeded over. He accessed sensors, and scanned the wreckage. "I'm not reading any other biomatter in the wreckage, not even traces of it. It would appear that this man was the only one on his ship. This also brings up another possibility. Commodore, you seemed to under psychological stress a little while ago? Well my guess is that a Reman was causing it. Some are telepathic."
He opened a channel to Gorak. "Gorak, it would appear we have figured out at least partially what is going on. We have scanned the wreckage of one of the ships attacking us, and also examined someone recovered from it. Both are Reman. It would also appear he was the only one onboard, and was controlling the entire ship himself."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2005 10:56:49 GMT
Sonak openly stared at the admiral, and what he was suggesting. "Mind control?" she managed, "that is absurd, I assure you had someone tried to enter my mind I would have known." Yet, with his statement Vander had cast doubt on her notion of mind control and the ability to influence someone personally adept at enforcing mind control.
A call came through from the bridge, informing the two senior officers of their need to respond to a distress call from a colony. "Borg?" Sonak muttered as they arrived on the bridge, "in this region of space?"
she heard someone call on the background of the secondary module. Sonak gazed at the battered tertiary module. "I doubt it," she answered. Mr Martens, take the secondary module to respond to the distress call. We shall take the tertiary module in tow and follow you as soon as we are done here clearing up the issue with the Klingons."
She turned to Vander. "I believe we should welcome our Klingon friend aboard about now," she suggested, "I would not be surprised if he were about to get impatient in the transporterroom."
"Secondary module reports having safely beamed all occupants from the secondary module," Meylor reported from OPS.
Sonak nodded, acknowledging the report. "Engage tractor beam as soon as this issue is cleared up, then we will follow the tertiary module to the colony that issued the distress signal. Confer with Commander Martens on co-ordinates of colony," she ordered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2005 12:17:00 GMT
"Commodore, message coming in from Starbase Bellicose, from Admiral MC7of9," Meylor called from OPS, "it is a recording ma'am."
"Put it through to my readyroom," Sonak replied and walked to her readyroom. She smiled to herself when she listened to the message, and in response reached into the drawer of her desk to retrieve something.
"Sonak to Ensign McVaye, report to my readyroom at once." She could practically guess what the counselor was thinking, as usually she didn't call for him without reason or just cause.
Several minutes later, a distinctly nervous counselor stood before her. "Mr McVaye, your rank pip please," she started, enjoying his nervosity just a little. She held out her hand and accepted the black pip, which he handed to her while gazing at her questioningly.
In return she merely gave him a small smile and held out her other hand at him, showing him the single golden pip. "Congratulations Ensign," she said, "the Academy Board finally saw it fit to graduate you and promote you to full ensign." With that she attached the golden pip to his collar.
After she'd dismissed McVaye from her office, she reached for a PADD and read it thoughtfully. There had been a junior officer in the security department that'd shown quite some talent in the field. Now that the Chief Tactical and Security Officer spot was free, due to the last chief having opted to return to the academy, Sonak thought it a good idea to move this talented person up the ranks and see if she would fit into the role of CTSO.
"Sonak to Ms O'Neill, please report to my readyroom," she called. Several minutes later, the young woman stood at attention before her. "Ms O'Neill, you've shown quite some talent in running the security department," Sonak started, "therefor I've chosen to promote you to chief tactical and security officer with the rank of acting ensign. Once you graduate from the academy you will be promoted to the next rank up after sufficient performance."
She held out the black pip and attached it to O'Neill's collar. "Congratulations ensign," she added."
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ooc: I've opted to 'promote' O'Neill from enlisted to A/E so that we can pretend she's been aboard all along and so she can participate in this mission hitherforth
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2005 3:47:38 GMT
"ETA to the Hanover system?" Nick asked the helmsman as he walked onto the bridge. He'd just been down in the medical bay checking up on L'Ola and the rest of her crew.
"3 hours at present speed. Engineering can't give us much past warp 7 without problems," the report came.
"Do your best."
A couple hours later L'Ola walked onto the bridge, she still looked a bit woozy from her ordeal on the tertiary module. He raised an eyebrow as she walked by but she shut him down with a raised index finger.
"You should be resting," he leaned over and whispered.
"Should and are are two different things." Nick smiled at her reply and leaned back in his chair.
"Report on Hanover colony?" he asked the science station.
"They report that the ship is still in orbit but hasn't done anything. In fact they say that it's only been scanning the surface."
"Whats on Hanover that would be of any use to the Borg?" He asked.
"It's a small dilithium mining operation. There are much larger complexes and mining operations which would be much more usefull to the Borg."
He sat back and rubbed his gotee.
"You don't think it's the Borg do you," L'Ola asked obviously knowing the answer.
"If it truely was the Borg the colony would have been obliterated by now."
"Sir we've arrived at Hanover."
There on the screen hung a huge Borg cube. Easily the size of a small moon. Immediatly his palms began to sweat and he promptly wiped them on his pants.
"It's moving!" Tactical reported. Sure enough the cube began moving in their direction.
=/\=Resistance is Futile! Your biological and technological distinctivness will be added to our own.=/\= came over the sound system.
"Typical." L'Ola quipped. The ship jolted as the cube opened fire. The helmsman sent the ship into a flury of evasive manouvers.
"Any idea if it's Borg or not?" Nick asked.
"They sure as hell are looking like Borg. Lifesign readings, weapons signatures, power readings all say Borg." The ship shuddered again. Suddenly an idea popped into the science officers head. "Sir give me a moment. I've got an idea."
"Better make it quick Lieutenant," Nick said. A volley of torpedoes hit the shields of the small Starfleet vessel. Vesuvius returned fire but to no availe.
"Got it! Remember how Voyager had an encounter with a ship of holograms? Well they were going to use Anti-photons to disrupt the crew."
"And you think it may work on this?" L'Ola asked rather scepticly.
"I wouldn't hurt." The science officer shrugged.
"Make it so!" A second later the Lieutenant informed them that some torpedoes were ready.
"FIRE!!" They watched as a series of flickering dots made their way to the Borg cube. Each one impacted the surface of the cube. Only nothing happened. Nicks eyes widened, he looked back at the science officer who looked equally scared.
"EVASIVE MAN...."
"Sir!" The helmsman cut him off. There on the screen the cube began to flicker and sputter. Within seconds the image no longer exited and revield four small ships.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2005 18:20:00 GMT
Sonak reeled as she stepped back onto the bridge, the newly promoted CTSO following right behind her. She leaned heavily against the door post of her readyroom, pressing a hand against her foreheard. It was all she could do to prevent her bondmate from being alarmed, as she blocked him out of the odd alien mental presence she was experiencing.
Her headache increased as she desperately fought to keep the presence out, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Whoever it was, he was quite adept at applying mental influence; even more so than she was and she was a trained telepath.
"Admiral," she managed, as she successfully fought back the presence, "please take command of the bridge while I go to the transporterroom to meet with General Gorak. I shall take him to briefingroom one and show him everything we have gathered on the Remans."
She beckoned the CTSO. "Ms O'Neill please come with me. I would like you to meet our present nemesis." She led O'Neill to the transporterroom and decided to enter first, despite the woman's objections.
"General, allow me to extend my apollogies for letting you wait, that was extremely rude of me. We have some new developmends, of which I would like to show you the results. Please follow me."
She reached for the wall again as someone again assaulted her mind, and she closed her eyes briefly. "My apollogies," she murmured, "I am experiencing headaches. I have not slept in two days, after showing you our information I am going to take a brief rest."
Sonak knew though, that the rest would be far from brief, if she got to taking it. She knew she would either lay awake, or be plagued by dreams. Since she didn't want to worry Jatan, she would have to risk the dreams if she wanted any rest at all, without taking tranquilizers.
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Post by fox on Jun 6, 2005 13:50:46 GMT
FOx sat in his chair behind the helm console. The main screen showed the 'wreck' of the tertiary module that remained after the attack locked in a tractor beam as Sonak had ordered.
Not knowing when they would follow secondary module to the colony and seeing his duty ship nearing its end, Fox preset the course to it. Before Sonak left the bridge to meet up with General Gorak, he called her.
"Ma'am, i've have pre-set the course to the Hanover colony, we can follow the secondary module at your command."
Sonak nodded in responce "Alright, hope we can soon." Then turned around and left the bridge followed by O'Neill.
Not much later Fox' duty shift ended another navigation officer took his place at helm as Fox walked off the bridge to his quarters.
When the doors of his quarters opened the lights inside went on. He walked in and the doors closed again behind him. He walked to the replicator and ordered a black coffee. Then walked to a chair and sat down.
After taking the first sip of his coffee he order to computer to put on some music. He sat there for a while listening to the music and drinking his coffee thinking of Wendy, who was so far away now, yet always close to him in his thoughts.
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Post by gorak on Jun 7, 2005 9:53:08 GMT
As the Federation transporter room appeared around him, Gorak felt his usual disgust at Federation design. The room was far too light, and too many console displays could be seen, thus allowing a possible enemy to read something of the ship’s status, and that’s just what the Klingon General did.
“Where is your Captain?” Gorak demanded of the young Vulcan female transporter chief, “it is a grave dishonour to be left waiting.”
“Commodore Sonak sends her apologises,” the woman replied calmly, “she will be joining you shortly.”
Gorak could not believe what he was hearing! Did this Commodore not know who he was? Gorak, of the house of Gorak, commander of the Klingon Defence Force, and slayer of many, to be left waiting for a Federation Officer.
“The Chancellor shall hear of this!” Gorak bellowed, “your Federation have acted with nothing but dishonour this day, first with your cowardly attacks, and now this!”
Just as Gorak was about to launch into another offensive verbal onslaught, Commodore Sonak walked into the transporter room.
Gorak at once noticed her weakness, as she had to rest against a wall for support, another tactical advantage that he could use in the sure to be upcoming battle.
“Your Admiral had something to show me,” Gorak said promptly, not caring about the Commodore’s reasons for her weakened state. On a Klingon ship no Captain would let their physical and mental health interfere with the running of a ship, or allow an enemy to see them weak.
“If you will accompany me to sickbay General, I can show you our findings,” Sonak said, indicating the large silver door towards the right side of the room.
Gorak did not bother to reply; instead he simply nodded his head, and allowed the Commodore to led the way to her sickbay. Which he suspected was probably the best place for her anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2005 15:05:57 GMT
Jatan looked up from his discussion with his associate, and performing the autopsy on the Reman they had recovered from a wreckage. He saw his bondmate walking in with a grumpy looking Klingon in tow. While he sensed nothing, he saw clearly that his bondmate wasn't feeling well, yet he decided against mentioning it.
"This must be our infamous Klingon General," he whispered to Caldwell. He looked up to meet the Klingon's scrutinizing gaze defiantly. "A Commodore," he started, beckoning them forward, "I have finished the autopsy and this person is most definately Reman. We have successfully reversed his genetic coding back to his original DNA, and look here."
Jatan Reckus pointed at the still figure that was mostly covered by a green/blue sheet, though his face was left uncovered. It showed the ghastly face of a Reman who would have been roughly in his nineties, if calculated by Vulcan standards. His hair was showing grey streaks and his face was more wrinkled than any younger Reman's would have been.
While the Klingon general peered at the body, jatan took his wife aside. "Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
Sonak shook her head. "I am going to leave General Gorak with you. Please take him to the bridge when he is done, I have to go lie down for a while. Please keep the children either here, or in the daycare centre until your shift is over."
Jatan nodded and reached over to a tray cluttered with hyposprays. He picked one, inserted the correct vial and handed it to her. "Inject this if you cannot sleep, or are troubled by dreams."
She blinked at him; she had never told him about the dreams. ~yet he knows~ she thought. At last she nodded. "I might need it," she replied, and quickly brushed two fingers past his cheek while the general wasn't looking. "I will be in my quarters."
The Vulcan commodore bid her farewell to the general and headed for her quarters. She knew she wouldn't be using the hypospray anytime soon. As she lay down on her bed, she felt weary, and soon she was asleep. However, in her sleep she was vulnerable, even more so than when she was awake, and soon the dreams started again, more vivid than they had been before.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2005 20:13:13 GMT
Mark Harper yawned widely as he stepped onto the bridge. He hadn't been sleeping well and the previous day had kept him up late due to over due reports that had to be filed days go. He stopped short of the command centre when he saw a strange male sitting in the command chair, wearing admiral's pips on his collar.
He didn't remember an admiral coming aboard, and where was the commodore? As he gazed at the main screen, he saw an image of a Klingon Negh'Var class vessel hanging menacingly off the port bow of the Vesuvius. Blinking lights told him instantly that the ship was in assault mode.
"All right," he finally spoke up, "what is going on here?" He marched down to the command centre. "And who are you?" He gazed down at the admiral questioningly.
At that precise moment, Doctor Jatan Reckus walked onto the bridge with an angry looking Klingon in tow. "Commodore Sonak said to get him to the bridge after showing him the corpse," he said, "she's gone to bed as she wasn't feeling well."
Mark sighed. "All right, just what is going on here!" he exclaimed, "what is a Klingon doing off our port bow with all his weapons charged, where are the other two modules and what is an admiral doing in command of this ship!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2005 20:54:18 GMT
Vander slowly turned his chair towards this Commander who had suddenly come onto the Bridge making demands. And Vander didn't even recognize him.
"May I ask who are you, Commander," he asked, attempting to remain calm, but still reinforcing the difference in rank.
"I'm Commander Matt Harper, the Night-shift Executive Officer."
"Ah. Well, Commander, let's get something straight. You will address me as Admiral or sir at all times. Now, to answer your questions. I am not in Command of the Vesuvius. Rather, I am in command of the somewhat damaged Fleet around us. I am sitting here because Commodore Sonak is off-duty, and her usual substitutes are commanding the other modules. As far as the other two modules, the Tertiary module is here, but too damaged to dock, so we're going to tow it. The Secondary module is responding to a distress call from a nearby colony."
He then turned to Gorak. "And as for the Klingon vessel, would you mind explaining that, General? I am too curious as to why you're Flagship is charging its weapons and aiming them at us."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2005 14:48:26 GMT
John Caldwell paced around sickbay, occasionally glancing at the diagnostic board at the foot of L'Ola Kanz' bed. It showed the science officer was awake, but the new doctor debated whether he was going to release her.
Kanz had been bought in unconscious, and bleeding from a head wound. Head wounds were the most dangerous kind as one could never really predict what the consequences were going to be when a patient woke up.
At last, he walked up to her. "Glad to see you among the waking again," he said, smiling down at her, "Commander Martens would not stop calling in so I had to ban him from calling in the end."
He launched into a quick summary of what was going on, while he tested her reflexes. "I think it's safe to allow you onto duty commander," he finished, but gave her a hard stare. "Though, take it easy, no more collapsing onto consoles please."
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On the primary module, Sonak lay sleeping restlessly in her quarters, yet it was less restless as time progressed. She hadn't felt Jatan slip into the bed beside her, and gently holding her. It seemed to comfort her, but it didn't worry Jatan any less. Something was going on though he had no idea what.
At last, jatan shook his wife gently until she woke up. "You were dreaming again," he said.
Sonak shook her head, seemingly a little confused. "Not a bad dream," she confessed, "there is someone trying to enter my mind, and I am trying to keep him out. It is exhausting but I believe I am increasingly successful. In a few days, I may be able to keep him out. I must tell admiral Vander though, and we must see if anyone else has been troubled by nightmares, or has been experiencing strange events they have no actual recollection of."
She slipped out of bed and pulled on her bathrobe. "I must tell him now," she said, and walked - barefoot - to the bridge, not even caring that she wasn't properly dressed. ~it is only my crew~ she thought ~it is not as if they have never seen me in anything other than my uniform. I go swimming often enough for that~
She got to the bridge. "Admiral, I have important information," she started, glancing sideways at Harper who looked more asleep than awake. "There is someone trying to possess the minds of my crew." She heard gasps all around, and saw the startled faces of the replacement bridge officers, as well as those that did belong on the bridge during MVAM.
<resp???>
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Post by gorak on Jun 12, 2005 18:00:55 GMT
Gorak looked down at the Admiral with nothing but contempt, like the Commodore this Admiral was not an impressive figure, although clearly the humans on this ship were terrified of him.
“The status of my ship does not concern you Admiral,” Gorak, “I do not ask why your Starfleet shamefully attacked the Empire.”
“General” Vander said through gritted teeth, “I thought we had already established it was a Reman trick?”
“Only that it was a Reman who attacked you,” Gorak told Vander sharply, “you have failed to prove they were behind the attacks on the homeworld.”
It was then Sonak again appeared on the bridge and made her announcement, which shocked the entire bridge crew, another interesting piece of information for Gorak. The General could hardly believe his luck, since beaming aboard he had learned far more about his enemy than any tactical scan could tell him. With all eyes turned on the Commodore, Gorak took the opportunity to glace at the now visible console displays. Starfleet designed made every console viewable from the command deck, which was just where Gorak was stood.
“In light of this news, I feel I should return to my ship,” Gorak said suddenly, he pulled out a large communication device from his pouch, and with a press of a button disappeared in a beam of red light, leaving the Vesuvius bridge crew shaken.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2005 19:26:20 GMT
Sonak had forgotten about the presence of the Klingon General, and she spun on her heels to face him as she heard him speak his accusations. Then however, he seemed to change his mind. Suddenly very conscious of her attire, she pulled her bathrobe closer around her body, feeling very out of place without her uniform.
Still stunned, she watched as the general disappeared from the Vesuvius bridge. "Signal the Klingons to follow us if they so wish," she said, also very aware that the Negh'Var had their weapons charged and aimed at them still. "Mister Fox, set course for the Hanover colony. Commander Martens is overdue in reporting in. Engage tractor beam on the tertiary module and engage, maximum warp."
She turned to the admiral. "That was...odd," she confided, "as if the Reman in our sickbay did not convince him in the least." She paused. "Admiral, have you been plagued by nightmares as well?" she suddenly asked.
Sonak knew that she was being a poor representation of Starfleet at the moment, as she was out of uniform, barefooted, and she looked extremely exhausted. Yet when she felt she had a duty to perform, she couldn't care less how she looked or how she was dressed. It wasn't as if none of her crew had ever seen her in anything less than her uniform and she wasn't ashamed of her forms either.
She waited expetantly for the admiral's answer, as she felt the primary module jump to warp. "ETA to Hanover?" she enquired.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2005 5:14:04 GMT
"We've got one coming up on our port side!" the science station reported.
"I see it," Nick said from the tactical station. He aimed the weapons manually as the targetting computer decided to stop working. He twisted the joysticks to get the targeting lock on the ship nearest to them and pulled the trigger. A satisfying poof of sparks emmited from the Reman ship as a direct hit to their hull was evidenced.
The Vesuvius rocked from yet another impact from one of the other three vessels. They swarmed eraticly around the ship like wasps defending their nest. A shower of sparks rained down on the bridge crew as a light shorted out.
"Report!" He blurted.
"Direct hit to the starboard shield generator. Shields down to 45%," L'Ola reported.
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"ETA to Hanover?" Sonak enquired of the helm officer. She shifted her robe slightly.
"30 minutes Ma'am."
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"Contact the primary module, see whats taking them so long," Nick asked the comm.
"Subspace radio is offline. We have to wait it out sir," Chels reported.
"Great," Nick sighed, he fired off another shot into the armor of another Reman ship. He sent it reeling with a hit to it's engines. ~Sonak we could use some help about now~ he projected and blanked out.
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He woke up in a room of white. There before him stood a figure shrouded by a haze.
"Who are you?" Nick asked you.
"That is not important. What is is what I want from you Commander," the figure stated. "Whether you cooperate or not."
Immediatly shooting pain entered the mind of the first officer. It wrapped itself around his mind and squeezed.
"You will tell me what I need to know," the figure commanded.
"Never!" Nick retorted inbetween waves of pain. He forced himself up and surged foreward towards the figure despite the burning in his mind. His eyes lit up with a blue fire.
"Get out of my head!" He yelled.
The Reman's eyes widened at the sight of the Tandaran resisting his control. Nick grabbed the figure by the scruff of his neck and slammed him face first into his knee repeatedly. The Reman crumpled to the ground, green blood trickled down his face. He looked up at the Tandaran Commander.
"You'll regret this!" with that the figure disapeared.
~ Nick shot up from the floor of the bridge. L'Ola put a hand on his chest to slow him. Smoke filled the air from small fires which had recently been put out. He looked at the view screen which showed the Primary module and the remains of the Federation fleet engaging the Reman ships.
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Post by fox on Jun 14, 2005 7:28:23 GMT
Fox sat in a chair in his quarters enjoying his off-duty time. He sat there with a book in his hands and a glass of water on the table next to him, from which he took a sip once in a while. Having his full attention at his book he got started by the computer announcing. "Duty shift starts in 15 minutes." A bit sad, because it was a sensational story he was reading he closed the book and put it on the table. He stood up, walked to a mirror, making sure his uniform sat properly. Not much later he walked out his quarters, a short walk through the corridor of the ship followed. Arriving at the turbolift he waited for the doors to open. Little later the doors opened. The lift was empty and he stepped in ordering it to go to the bridge. Slowly the lift started to move, making a soft humming sound. When the lift arrived at the bridge the doors went open again and Fox stepped out and walked over to the helm console replacing the navigation officer sitting there. <About 30 minutes later> "Mister Fox, set course for the Hanover colony. Commander Martens is overdue in reporting in. Engage tractor beam on the tertiary module and engage, maximum warp." Fox spun around on his chair behind the helm console, stabbed a few buttons and reported. "Tractor beam locked on tertiary module." after tabbing another button on his console. "Engaging to warp, destination Hanover colony." "ETA to Hanover?" she enquired. "ETA in 2 hours, 3 minutes and 13 seconds at current speed." Fox replied looking at his console then looked at the main screen seeing the white stripes of stars they passed. <Arrival at Hanover> Still having about 30 minutes to travel to Hanover Sonak ordered to contact the secondairy module and tell them they were on their way. The onduty OPS officer tried, however reported that they didn't respond. Not much later the secondairy module came into sensor range. Immediately an officer reported that scanners indicated that the module was heavily damaged and that there were several reman ships floating around it. "Shields up, red alert." Sonak said as they flew closer. "Fire if we have to, but disable only."
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Post by mcvaye on Jun 15, 2005 19:51:37 GMT
Daniel clutched his head as he dropped to his knees. It felt as if his eyes were going to be squeezed out of their sockets if he didn't keep them closed. The thumping headache was horrendous, and Daniel felt his body losing the struggle. "Just give up, pitiful human, you're not strong enough," a harsh voice echoed through his head. I- ...can't- ...take it- ...any longer, Daniel thought. His head felt as if it was about to explode. "Good, good, yes ensign, that's what we want to know, interesting," the voice sounded again.
Daniel woke up, gasping for air. He stared at his surroundings with a bewildered look in his eyes, and it took him some time to realize that he was in his office, and that his desk had temporarily served him as an uncomfortable pillow. He tried to recall the strange dream he'd just had. I need to take it easy on the caffeine, he thought. The headache was less bad than in his dream, but it still tormented Daniel. That was surrealistic, Daniel thought, and damn it felt real. The thought that the psychologist might be going to need a psychologist crossed his mind, but he banned it by shaking his head and getting up to have the replicator get him some fresh water.
He sank back in the chair behind his desk, and slowly took a few sips. "Computer, time," Daniel said. *The time is 1648 hours,* the computer informed him. Jolly, Daniel thought, another two hours before my shift ends. He looked at the screen on his desk, and scrolled through the list of crew reports. Why did I assign for this job, Daniel thought as he sighed once more, it's nothing like I'd expected. I'd better start scheduling obligatory sessions, otherwise I'll bore myself to craziness. For the next two hours he studied the reports as he should, and then he got up to freshen up in his quarters. The headache had sank down, but had somewhere settled in, as Daniel was not rid of it yet.
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