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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2004 20:16:33 GMT
OOC: It's wonderful to be back on the Vesuvius, and i hope you'll bear with me as I try to get back into action...
IC: ~Vesuvius-C~
"Cycle complete. Initiating revival sequence."
The measured tones of the computer voice then dropped away, to be replaced by a few low beeps and clicks, as the canopy of the stasis chamber gently swung open. Inside, Meylor Paht slowly opened his eyes, blinked cautiously several times, and then sat up, swinging his legs down to touch the Sickbay floor. The Chief Medical Officer looked up from a nearby computer console as a soft chime alerted the doctor to the condition of the patient.
Walking over, the doctor smiled warmly and tried to cheer up Meylor, whose dour mood seemed unchanged since the officer had first transferred aboard from the Majesty-D and reported to Sickbay for treatment. "Feeling any better yet? Those neurons of yours have showed a point five increase in resiliency. That's cause enough for even you to hope, I would say."
Meylor, after rubbing his temples briefly, merely sat unnervingly still and stared at the doctor with a faintly contemptuous look. "Tell that to your superiors at Starfleet Medical. Their best team of surgeons have already reviewed your...theories." He said this last word with marked distaste. "They don't seem to have any more `hope`for them than they do for any other treatment. And, believe me, they've tried every other treatment."
The doctor crossed arms, and tried to maintain equanimity in the present of an unusually difficult patient. The warm smile nonetheless dropped slightly. "That's may be so, but Starfleet Medical doesn't always have the chance to experiment in the conditions the a starship often faces. In this case, that disparity has given me...and you...the advantage. This chamber has the ability..."
Meylor abruptly held up a single rigid hand to silence further comment from his eager physician. "Advantage for you, yes, but I fail to see how serving as the less-than-well-informed subject in a dubious experiment serves my needs particularly well. If it's all the same to you, Doctor, I'll dispense with more pleasentries, procure my medication, and return to quarters. Where I shall endeavour to contact a medical professional who can offer a more reasonable treatment regimen."
This time, the doctor put a foot down. "Taking Peridaxon isn't going to work forever, you know. The headaches you're getting are merely a manifestation of the spread of Irumodic Syndrome throughout your nervous system. And you're overworking certainly doesn't help mat-"
'That will be quite enough, Doctor. Unless you enjoy seeing me in pain, I hope you will be good enough to simply give me my medication and leave it at that. It's the only `hope` my body has anymore."
And with that, Meylor picked up the waiting hypospray with his prescribed dosage and marched resolutely out the Sickbay doors, leaving the doctor addled in his wake. ****** to be continued shortly....
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 6:50:10 GMT
T'Shan was on her way to sickbay for her quarterly medical check-up. She knew Jatan would be in sickbay also and since she had not seen him since Sevus had arrived, she decided to drag her older brother along as well. Sevus struggled midly as his younger sister dragged him on. Digging his heels wasn't working, but he did not really want to meet up with the old doctor.
"Come on," T'Shan insisted, "I am sure that father will be delighted to see you." They rounded the last corner and just managed to evade someone who was brisquely stepping out of sickbay. "Hey!" T'Shan exclaimed, "careful now!"
Sevus gazed at the older man in front of them, and searched his memory. "I know you," he said finally, "you served with mother 30 years ago, on the Vesuvius-A. Yes, I remember, you were the chief tactical officer, Lieutenant Meylor Paht!" Seeing the pips on the man's collar he nodded. "A commander first class now, well done!" Seeing the blank look on the man's face, he instantly knew that he did not recognize them. "I am Sevus, son of the late Commodore Sonak. This is my younger sister T'Shan, she was born on the USS Vesuvius-A. Her twin is the captain of this vessel, you know him. Captain Sevus Reckus."
<Meylor>
T'Shan shook her head, Sevus had always been talkative. "Please do not mind my brother sir," she said, "we were just on our way to sickbay. Is father, I mean doctor Reckus in?"
<Meylor>
T'Shan nodded. "Well, we will be on our way then. Have a good day commander." She caught her brother's wrist again and dragged him into sickbay. "Father, look who has come to visit us!"
Upon Jatan's appearance, Sevus didn't know what to say. He had not seen 'Uncle' Jatan in years, but the appearance of the man plainly shocked him. Sure, he had seen a glimpse of him on the bridge earlier, but they had not spoken. "Greetings Uncle Jatan," he managed to whisper, "are you well?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 7:21:39 GMT
Curling up in a chair in her newly assigned quarters, L'Ola was surprised to find herself feeling at home. After all, it was over 30 years since she had last been on a Starfleet ship. Another ship had become home, but even that had become a memory during her recent years on Vulcan. This was reassuringly familiar, even though it was a new ship to her.
She had officially reported aboard, Yannis had already arranged quarters for her and provided a list of science personnel. But given she still registered on Starfleet records as dead, L'Ola could help out or not as she wished.
Flicking through some information on a PADD she began to wonder whether she would ever get up the courage to leave the room. She desperately wanted to be part of another mission and to get to know everyone again. But now she was actually on board, thinking about it just made her think about everything that had happened. The good things... and the bad.
That reminded her about something. L'Ola stood up, walked to a Comm panel and sent a message, before sitting back down and reading again.
She stopped for a moment and was once again lost in thought.
"Del I need to know where they are NOW!
She could see the anger in his eyes, and started to work even faster. Why had her new improved sensors gone down anyway?
Finally the right lights flashed.
"Sending coordinates to tactical" Del called over.
"Got them" Mec comfirmed.
Kav nodded at Del with slight approval. He had seemed to become more reliant on her every day. What had started as a simple pickup had resulted in a game of chase with a Romulan ship. But they were nearing the border and their chance of escape had almost arrived.
"We're crossing into Neutral Space"
Del breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was really out of Romulan space.
At that moment the Romulan ship did some serious damage, before leaving the badly damaged ship with its severely injured crew to limp back into Federation space.
L'Ola was quickly brought back to the present by a beeping Comm panel. She sent the transmission through to a screen on the desk. A teenaged girl appeared on the screen. L'Ola smiled.
"Hi Lucy, it's great to see you"
Lucy smiled back, "I know the feeling. So you made it on board then!"
"Was there ever any doubt? How are you feeling?"
"Good at the minute. Everyone's looking after me."
"Glad to hear it" L'Ola replied, "I think they know what they'd be up against otherwise." She paused, "Are you leaving soon?"
Lucy looked a little sad, "In a couple of hours. It's a shame I won't get to meet everyone really, after helping you get there and everything."
"You never know what might happen."
There was silence once more. "I should go now" Lucy finally said, "They need me to test some systems. Honestly, what's this place coming to if 16 year olds are essential."
L'Ola smiled for a brief moment. "I'm really going to miss you. I love you Luce"
"I love you too mum"
And with that the screen went blank.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 7:32:20 GMT
OC: Please excuse such a long post, but I wanted to get across everything I thought was important Also, I'm sorry, but I missed reading Sonak's most recent post before writing mine; Sonak, if you think I should change anything, let me know. IC: Back in his quarters, Meylor swiftly injected himself with the hypospray, tossed it onto the nearby desk, and carefully reclined in a plush easy chair beside the viewport, through which he could stare at the familiar backdrop of constant night puntuated only by the streaking stars of warp transit. This activity soon began to loose its appeal, however, due largely to the increased level of throbbing in his head which the motion of the stars induced. To help ease his pain, Meylor decided to put some Gregorian chants on the comm, since it always relaxed him, being one of the few Terran musical forms he had grown to enjoy. However, the echoing sounds only managed to make the pain worse, as if his head were filled with some (ironically) ungodly chorus of howling ghouls. Shutting off the music and closing his weary eyes seemed to be the only activity worth engaging in for the moment. Well, that and the meandering of his own wistful thoughts. It had quite some time since he had last been aboard a ship named Vesuvius, and he had never thought to do so again in this lifetime. If by some fluke the Prophets saw fit to allow him to experience that former time aboard his first posting again, it would undoubtedly be in a different, altogether more nonlinear mode of being. In short, he'd have to be dead and walking with the Prophets before he could walk the decks of that ship. It was long gone, and its esteemed commander, Sonak, had gone with it. A fitting end, perhaps, the captain going down with her ship and all. But Meylor would have given anything to save his commander, his role model, his...friend, he had to admit it. Meylor had always assumed a certain space of professional distance existed between commander and subordinate, and he was always comfortable with such a distance. The friendship was a comradery born of duty, of forced circumstances, and of mutual support. It was an important relationship to him, and to have it ended relatively early in his career had...well, it had jaded him somewhat, there was little question of that, though he had long since stopped caring. Life went on, he soon moved on to other assignments, other superior officers, but somehow, he never felt the same respect for them (or, indeed, any authority) as he had for Commodore Sonak. Perhaps they would meet again, after his death, which now seemed both close and certain so long as the disease contiuned its fatal course. Would Sonak be waiting for him, among the cloisters of the Celestial Temple? If so, what could he possibly say to her? Was he mad for wondering these things? Such thoughts had troubled him intermittently for many years, but only since he had contracted Irumodic Syndrome did they obsess him so much. Obsess was the word too, and he was vaguely aware of it. The blasted doctors at Starfleet Medical on Earth had recently begun to diagnose counseling, but they could hardly make the therapy an order; his status as a Starfleet Commander had no relevance ever since the day he had quietly resigned after the incident on Omicron Sigma. Nope, he had quit the ranks and devoted his life to pure research, immersing himself in the detailed study of planetary geophysics, forsaking his onetime pursuits in both Tactics and Legal Interpretation. Though his resignation had been quiet, it had implied very definite consequences, and those consequences primarily consisted of never being permitted his own command, a Security Chief position, or any chair (second or otherwise) in the JAG office. There had been little point, so he had reasoned, in remaining in Starfleet any longer; there was simply no place left for him there. Having burned that bridge, he quickly made a discreet escape into the finest labs Federation science could provide, content in his academic limbo. Which, after much soul-searching and even more lackluster seminars (during which he managed to convey a reputation for egomania which the Federation had not seen the like of since Lewis Zimmerman), managed to get him nothing but lack of recognition, lack of friends, and an abundance of professional restrictions. It was time to break free, take a hold of his destiny, and make an impact in a career which had now consumed his every waking moment. He briefly flirted with the idea of going to work for a team of Romulan seismologists, but the political climate was getting rather cold for such pipe dreams. Instead, he signed up with Terraform Command, and was immediately given the improbable task of cleaning up the atmosphere of a once-inhabited world whose natives had long ago annhilated themselves in a nuclear holocaust that rapidly transformed a once-thriving biosphere into a charred, irradiated lump of rock. There was a tenuous atmosphere still clinging stubbornly to this rock, but its acidic clouds resembled those of Venus and almost totally enveloped the planet in a suffocating greenhouse effect. Suffice it to say, his collegues thought of this backwater world as the short straw assignment, and wished him the best of luck. Meylor, however, knew of no such thing as luck. To him, it was the chance to prove everyone wrong; at least, everyone who mattered. Not only that, it would be his final battle, a death-or-glory campaign which would seal his place in the history books. Even if he had to do it using a special protpmatter derivative that he had heard about while traveling through the Devron system a few years back. One way or the other, this project would be his redemption, in more ways than one. Not only would it grant him the recognition he longed for, it would also be his way of achieving immortality in a way that his mortal coil couldn't hold captive. Meylor was dying. It was a slow, gradual process in this case, but it was indeed going to end in his passing. Whether that passing would involve ascension to the Celestial Temple, he had his doubts; his faith had been crushed so many times already that it seemed this life was infinitely more tangible than any supposed afterlife. Still, hope sprang eternal, as his new doctor was irritatingly fond of saying. Though the idea that a degenerative neurological disease as persistent as Irumodic could possibly be treated, let alone cured, was faintly ridiculous to him. The only thing that seemed to help was the Peridaxon doses, and that was just a palliative. No matter, Meylor thought. There are more important things to concentrate on than all this tiresome life-and-death nonsense. I have a mission to complete. It was this thought that finally aroused Meylor to action, and he crossed over to his desk to access the computer terminal within. As the display screen sleekly glided out of a compartment in the tabletop, Meylor felt his headache beginning to fade. He began to feel a spark of inspiration once more, the same spark that had hit him when he had first reviewed his completed plans for the terraform project. His eyes lit up as they scanned the computer screen for his comm messages. There were three waiting to be read The first was junk mail from Terraform Command, informing him of routine updates on the status of the project, personnel details, and logistical minutiae. Nothing of immediate consequence. The dispassionate, probing expression on his face was unchanged. The second was the one he had been waiting for. Its sender was identified merely as one `Controller Blue` a codename for his contact in the Devron system (though no-one on the Vesuvius-C would have been able to trace it to that location; its author had taken painstaking measures to ensure this). The sensitive contents of the message caused the corners of Meylor's mouth to rise in a cold smile. Having absorbed each detail of the communique, he carefully entered the appropriate commands to erase both the message itself, and the telltale digital clues to its brief presence on the system. The third message was unexpected and decidedly unwelcome. It was from the First Officer of the Vesuvius-C, alerting him and the other former officers from the Vesuvius-A of a change in mission plans. It detailed the temporal rescue attempt being mounted, and each participant's role in that attempt. It ended with the almost offhand announcement that all personnel aboard were to be placed under the direct command of the ship's captain for the duration of the current mission. This order included all civilians, who were to assist various departments as needed but especially emergency medical detail, and any former Starfleet officers, who were to be temporarily reactivated and assigned to such posts as they were qualified to fill. (A special note was appended to Meylor's communique assigning him to Security and reinstating his Commander rank.) The spark in Meylor's eyes went out. The smile dropped rapidly into a frown. He leaned back stiffly in his chair, and his mind went in a thousand directions at once...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 11:11:38 GMT
no worries about missing it...if you like just write a new post in response to mine...or add it to your last post oh btw, welcome back! and huge posts? more please!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 16:08:43 GMT
"Guess what Del!"
Del looked up, "What?"
Mec grinned, "We're going back to Romulan Space next week. About time too if you ask me."
In the year that had passed since Del had decided to remain on board they hadn't been near any Romulans. Instead they had been visiting a series of planets 'making preparations' for their next big deal.
"That will be good for you." Mec continued, "It will be the first place you've visited more than once with us. You'll finally be a normal member of the crew!"
Del smiled. It was definitely true that she sometimes felt like an outsider, not knowing the normal procedure in certain circumstances.
Mec looked concerned, "It's not going to bring back too many memories for you, is it?"
He knew her quite well. The pair had become good friends, to the extent that Del had even told him her true story, if not her true name...
"I'll be okay. After all, it's just another pick up run."
L'Ola suddenly became aware of the fact that she was very hungry, and very lonely. Attempting to kill two birds with one stone she wandered off to the mess hall.
Of course, when she got there she saw an empty table. She sat down at it with a cup of soup wondering, not for the first time, if she'd have been better to stay hidden.
"Is anyone sitting here?"
L'Ola looked up. A human male science officer was pointing to the seat opposite her.
"No, but you can if you want."
She continued to drink her soup, but was aware that he kept looking over at her.
"Can I help you with anything?" she asked
He seemed to think for a moment before replying, "Um, I don't mean to intrude or anything, but are you L'Ola Kanz?"
"Looks like you have an advantage over me. I didn't realise everyone had been warned."
He smiled, "It's not quite like that. I'm Josh Taylor, head of Astrometrics. I heard a rumour that you were on board."
L'Ola remembered that name from somewhere, but it was such a long time ago. "Do I actually know you?"
"I'm not surprised you don't remember me. Think back to a few months before the Vesuvius-A crashed. I was 8 years old, and I went to that ship to visit my Aunt for the week."
Something in L'Ola's brain clicked, "You're Jenna's nephew!"
Josh grinned, "Ah you do remember me then."
"Sure, you did all that 'helping' in Astrometrics..." her voice trailed off.
"Yep, my first ever trip into an Astrometrics Lab. Actually, all that stuff you explained to me about the sensors made sense, so I thought I'd give it a go myself."
L'Ola smiled, she'd only seen Josh before for that week 30 odd years ago, but somehow she felt as if he was her closest friend.
"Astrometrics to Commander Taylor, please could you come down here?"
"On my way"
He stood up to leave, "Looks like I've got to go. Drop by some time and see us, unless you've forgotten how to use everything."
"Like I'd forget! I'll come down tomorrow and check it out."
"I'll hold you to it"
L'Ola watched him leave the Mess Hall. It was definitely going to have to wait until tomorrow, she couldn't bring herself to go down then.
She stretched her arms out, and realised how tired she was. She made her way back to her quarters, hoping desperately for a good night's sleep.
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Post by fox on Sept 23, 2004 17:28:17 GMT
Harper sat in quarters, lost in thoughts of a time many years ago. How they had to leave Sonak behind. And how they were going to set things right.
Suddenly he got called by to reality by the computer. "Duty shift in T minus 10 minutes." "Computer, stop personal count down." he order and got up from his chair. "Affirmative, count down stoped." the computer replied.
He walked to the door and exited his quarters going to the turbolifts. Entering one he said "bridge". The doors closed and the lift started to move.
Not much later he walked onto the bridge while greeting everyone there. He then continued to the OPS station and switched with the officer currently taking it.
After a while sensors picked up a small ship behind them, but decided not to report it so Seliv for it didnt seem to be any threat. But it seemed to follow them, closing in on them quite fast. About one and a half day the sensor estimated.
<After duty shift> While walking off the bridge Harper decided to visit Meylor, because he had heard he was onboard. Not much later he stood in front off the door of Meylor's quarters, hearing the chime go off inside.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2004 20:57:06 GMT
IC: ~previously~
T'Shan was on her way to sickbay for her quarterly medical check-up. She knew Jatan would be in sickbay also and since she had not seen him since Sevus had arrived, she decided to drag her older brother along as well. Sevus struggled midly as his younger sister dragged him on. Digging his heels wasn't working, but he did not really want to meet up with the old doctor.
"Come on," T'Shan insisted, "I am sure that father will be delighted to see you." They rounded the last corner and just managed to evade someone who was brisquely stepping out of sickbay. "Hey!" T'Shan exclaimed, "careful now!"
Sevus gazed at the older man in front of them, and searched his memory. "I know you," he said finally, "you served with mother 30 years ago, on the Vesuvius-A. Yes, I remember, you were the chief tactical officer, Lieutenant Meylor Paht!" Seeing the blank look on the man's face, he instantly knew that he did not recognize them. "I am Sevus, son of the late Commodore Sonak. This is my younger sister T'Shan, she was born on the USS Vesuvius-A. Her twin is the captain of this vessel, you know him. Captain Sevus Reckus."
Meylor stood stock still for a few tense moments, his hands clasped behind his back, like a drill instructor. His piercing eyes appraised the sibling officers with a critical look, until one eye rose in sudden comprehension. His cheek instinctively twitched with palpable emotion, and all he could manage to say was a befuddled `Yeeesss...` before blinking a few times to regain composure.
"I suppose I should congratulate you on your assignment to this ship, the heir to a legacy and all that. But if you knew what that legacy implied, you might not be so eager to repeat the the same mistakes your mother and I did. A life on the spaceways is no future for an aspiring young person...or his mentor. Too much can go awry out here..."
Sevus listened incredulously to the this old man's remarks, and now could no longer contain himself. "What do you mean? My mother was a great captain and a wise woman! I thought you, of all people, would know that. How can you stand there and..." His sister quickly stepped in between the two and shot an admonishing glance at Sevus.
T'Shan then shook her head, Sevus had always been talkative. "Please do not mind my brother sir," she said, "we were just on our way to sickbay. Is father, I mean doctor Reckus in?"
Meylor seemed to regard the two siblings with an air of amused superiority. "I've not seen him, but then, that's probably because I've been locked away in a coffin for the past few hours." T'Shan raised a quizical eyebrow at this information; Sevus merely stared down the hall in consternation. Meylor continued, "However, this ship's physician is available, though I wouldn't trust that quack to speak my weight." And with that, Meylor casually turned and strode down the corridor without a further word.
T'Shan nodded politely, despite Meylor's rudeness. She called after him as he marched away. "Well, we will be on our way then. Have a good day commander." Despite the irony, she truly meant it; the man obviously needed a change of attitude. She caught her brother's wrist again and dragged him into sickbay. "Father, look who has come to visit us!"
~presently~
<After duty shift> While walking off the bridge Harper decided to visit Meylor, because he had heard he was onboard. Not much later he stood in front off the door of Meylor's quarters, hearing the chime go off inside.
Meylor was brought back to reality by the door chime and bolted upright in his chair. His eyes darting about in alarm, he tried to maintain his faculties, but the headache was threatening to return. He rubbed his temples, then gripped the arms of the chair for support.
"Come"
Commander Harper walked cautiously through the door and surveyed the cabin's dim interior, trying to adjust to the low light and apparently empty scene. Having looked around the entire room, he at last spotted the sombre occupant of the desk, which happened to be located just to the left of the door. Only then did Meylor speak up.
"Ah. Our esteemed First Officer; I got your message, by the way. Is mandatory conscription now Starfleet policy? I can only assume you were sent here to enforce the order and drag me off to duty."
Harper, taken aback, nonetheless rapidly digested these comments and soon caught the gist of them. "Commander..." He deliberately emphasized the title. "...perhaps you misunderstand. Reserve activation has been a long-standing provision in the requlations, dating all the way back to the Earth-Romulan Wars. It is seldom used, true, but it is there for a reason, and Starfleet has seen fit to allow its limited application for our mission. I would have thought you'd be happy to serve."
Meylor allowed his thin, insincere smile to show once more. " `It ain't me`, as the song goes. Though I don't expect you to know that one. It comes from anachronistic musical form on Earth called `rock 'n' roll'. Myself, I've learned to enjoy it."
Harper held up a hand to silence further comment. "I happen to be familiar with that reference, Mr. Meylor. " Meylor looked mildly suprised by this. "And I suggest that, if you wish to remain a `fortunate son`, you will stand at attention and listen up!"
At this sudden command, Meylor awkwardly rose and tried to look attentive. He largely failed, and Harper walked up and spoke a few inches from his face. "I expected more from you, Mr. Meylor. You had much promise once upon a time; it looks like you've spent the intervening years wasting that gift. If it were up to me, you'd never have been allowed aboard this ship to begin with."
Harper then turned swiftly away and made for the door. As he did so, he continued his remarks. "You report for duty at 1600 hours, Torpedo Bay, to oversee weapons readiness procedures. Report late, and I'll hear of it." He stopped just before exiting and turned back to Meylor, a steely look evident on his face. "And you will be disciplined. "
Just after Harper left, however, Meylor mumbled to himself "Still a pain in the neck. I'll remmeber that."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2004 3:31:42 GMT
K'ran strode onto the bridge of the massive starship M'oljnir. All around him the mostly Reman crew stood at attention and saluted. He smiled inwardly and took a step down towards his command chair, leather cloak swirling around him. Swiftly his steps carried him to the large, black, leather bound command chair. Every eye in the room was on him, the new commander, for their new set of orders.
"Prepare for departure, release all moorings. Helm set in a course for these coordinates," he tossed a padd to the Reman at the Nav console. "Once we're clear of dock engage cloak and make way at best speed. Dismissed!"
"Aye sir," rang out from the gathering of officers and momentary chaos ensued as each began his or her tasks. K'ran sat down in the chair, leaned back and surveyed the flury of activity with a small, yet evil, smile on his face. He had all the power he needed once again, power to put a stop to the Empires enemies once and for all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2004 7:21:21 GMT
However much you hope for something, sometimes you just aren't going to get it. In fact, L'Ola had one of the worst night's sleep she'd had in years. She was haunted by memories that had not surfaced for a long time.
It was a beautiful evening. They'd stopped overnight on one of the most naturally amazing planets around.
Del went for a walk to see some of the landscape, as she often did. The trees surrounding her started to open out into what looked like a clearing ahead. It was much better than that. A glittering lake filled the centre of the space, with waterfalls flowing water in and out at either end.
It had to be one of the most beautiful places she had ever been. Del sat herself down on a rock and watched the slowly flowing water. Everything was so peaceful.
She heard someone walking through the trees.
"Mec? Is that you?" No answer came. "Tal? Who is that?"
She turned around to see Kav stepping out into the clearing. She sighed, "Do you need me to go back to the ship?"
Kav sat down on another rock near her. "No, not at all Della."
The really confused Del. It was strict policy to refer to people by their shortened names.
"So why are you here?"
"To see you of course." He replied, and moved over to sit on the same rock. She quickly jumped up.
"Kav? What's going on?" She said with an edge of panic appearing in her voice.
Kav stood up, "Why do you ask? Is something wrong?" He ran his hands up her.
Del swung her arms out to knock him out the way. "Get off me you freak."
She started to run into the trees, shouting "Mec! Tal! Help!"
"They won't hear you, they're sound asleep. They're leaving us alone." Kav replied whilst chasing after her.
Del changed direction slightly, and immediately wished she hadn't when she reached a dead end. She turned around to see Kav nearly caught up with her.
"No. Please. No"
She tried to push him off, but had no such luck.
"You're strong Della, but not that strong. You've wanted this since the day I let you on my ship. I've seen the look in your eyes. You want this Della."
Del was breaking into tears, "No. Please Kav. No. Don't do this. NOOOOO..."
Mec was pacing round the room, hitting his fist into his palm. "I tell you, the next time I see that creep I'll..."
"Get yourself killed?" Tal asked, whilst making some scans of Del. "We can't tell him what we know. If he did this to Del he'll do anything. There has to be a better way of dealing with this."
Del was laid out in Tal's quarters, using all of her strength to stop herself crying.
Mec stopped pacing, "Is she okay?"
Tal finished his scans and sighed, "Okay, yes"
Del sat up, "But what?"
"But from what I can tell there's a very good chance that you're pregnant."
That was it, Del finally broke down into tears.
"I have to get out of here" she said between sobs.
She absent-mindedly pulled at the necklace around her neck. *Nick! I could find Nick!* But somehow she didn't think "Always be there for you" counted at that point. What would she say to him anyway? "Hi Nick, I haven't been dead for the last 15 years, I've just been hiding. Oh and by the way I'm pregnant." She couldn't see it somehow. He'd have someone else by now anyway.
"Where do you want to go Del?" Mec asked quietly.
"Home. Send me home."
L'Ola sat up, finally able to snap back to the present, with tears running down her cheeks.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2004 1:19:51 GMT
Nick sauntered slowly down the darkened corridors of the Vesuvius. It was a habit he'd developed over the years when he couldn't sleep. Ever since he was in command of the Wolverine things in the bloody quadrant wide war seemed to get worse. Entire divisions of troops were disapearing for no reason, whole fleets annihilated in what seemed the blink of an eye. So he paced, hoping to find some sort of absolution for his war hardened mind. A scream loud enough to stop passing crew members pierced the air in the corridor. Loud enough that it stopped him in his tracks right in front of the guest quarters.
"Computer, Security override Martens Beta 3."
A beep aknowledged his order and the doors parted to the darkened room of the guest quarters. He stepped in and let the doors close behind him so his eyes could adjust to the darkness. With his eyes he scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary. Quickly he became aware of loud sobbs coming from the bedroom. He slowly moved to the doorway. Seeing it was L'Ola he sat on the bed next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Shhh... It's ok, I'm here now. Everythings alright," he stroked her hair slowly as she continued to cry. Slowly the sobbs turned to sniffles, which in turn became silence. He leaned back against the head of the bed with her still in his arms.
</\> Research team to Admiral Martens </\>
Nick's eyes blasted open at the shock. He looked at the chronometer; it read 0830. He'd slept in, he never sleeps in. He looked down to see L'Ola still curled up in his arms from earlier in the night. Now it made sense, he hit his beeping badge.
"Martens here," he said softly as not to wake L'Ola.
</\> Kahlan here. Sir were ready for preliminary testing</\>
"Alright, I'll be down in a few minutes. Martens out."
He picked L'Ola up and placed her back on the bed with a pillow where his chest was. He leaned over, placed a kiss on her forehead and walked out of the room.
~Cargo Bay~
Nick walked into the room. The large "Globe" in the center of the room glowed profuse amounts of blue light. All around crew members scurried around with various pieces of equipment. Kahlan waved him over to the command center.
"Are we ready?" He asked.
"Indeed, Larivee fire it up!" She said to the officer standing next to her. "Now we're not going to do an incursion but we are going to open a gateway for monitoring purposes."
Out in the bay the globe began pulsating and sending out large rings of temporal energy. Suddenly it litterally burped and created a crystal clear image of the Vesuvius-A on course for the Romulan Neutral Zone. Kahlan his a couple buttons and the view changed to the bridge. Around them they could hear the sounds of the crew going about their routine. Sonak looked concerned about something as did Fox sitting next to her.
"Amaising," Nick said, "We'll be able to know exactly when to go."
"Precisly. With this the Romulans won't stand a chance."
"Good. I'll get the staff together later to brief them on mission objectives."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2004 19:13:00 GMT
T'Kimi was awakened from her meditations as the computer sounded the requested alarm. The Vesuvius-C was now within transporter range, however, T'Kimi wanted to dock her runabout, as she was the only occupant. "Lieutenant T'Kimi to USS Vesuvius-C, requesting permission to dock my runabout." <sorry forgot the name of the runabout....>"This is Vesuvius, you are permitted to dock at docking-port 2." "Thank you Vesuvius, please let the captain, my brother, know that I am arriving after all. T'Kimi out." Inwardly, T'Kimi smiled, while outwardly her face was one mask of concentration. She would show her younger brother that girls could indeed dock a runabout perfectly. After a misdock once, when her younger siblings had spent the week with her, Sevus and Claire and Lena, Seliv had not ceased teasing her about it at every opportunity he got. Now, she would show him, expecting him to await her at the port. Just when she initiated the docking procedures, did the Romulan Warbird decloak. T'Kimi worked her console, utterly concentrating on aborting the docking procedures. "I will distract him, while you engage your fancy multi vector mode," she told the crew of the Vesuvius, while turning her runabout and setting course for the massive ship. She knew it was madness, trying to take on the massive Romulan vessel on her own. "Vesuvius, beam me out on the last minute, I am going to sacrifice my ship, to save yours!" One of the clamps that enabled the MVAM was malfunctioning, and the Vesuvius could not enter the multi vector assault mode. T'Kimi made a split decision, and set course for the vulnerable spot on the Romulan ship. Her own vessel was shaking under the weapons barrages it received. "Shields at 20%," the computer warned. "Yes yes," T'Kimi told the computer, "now be quiet and let me concentrate!" She worked her console, shutting down every non-essential part of the runabout, routing the power to the shields, but it was not enough. "Prepare to beam me out!" T'Kimi shouted, as she set her engines on overload. "Warning, warp containment field overloading in 30 seconds," the computer warned, "warning warp containment field overloading in 20 seconds..." T'Kimi gazed at the shield, waiting to be beamed out on the last second, as she maneuvered her vessel to the desired spot. "Hurry up Vesuvius," she whispered. Her own transporters were offline, and she was defenseless against the ongoing pounding of Romulan fire on the hull of her ship. From the Vesuvius enginer room, T'Shan happened to gaze out of a window, seeing the shuttle. She shielded her eyes as the ship turned into a large ball of flame, going over to the massive Romulan vessel, which exploded in turn. "T'Shan to bridge. Do tell me you got the occupants of that runabout before it exploded? Who was on that runabout anyway?" <someone on the bridge> ooc: so, did T'Kimi get beamed out safely just in time, or did she perish, saving the Vesuvius so that they can preserve the original timeline? Up to anyone who responds.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2004 23:07:44 GMT
L'Ola stirred, and found herself waking up more tired than when she went to sleep. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. Once she remembered what she had been thinking about, lack of decent sleep didn't really surprise her.
But what did surprise her was a vague memory of Nick turning up. She'd been in such a state she wasn't really sure whether that had been during the night or some faint memory. If it had been during the night then she needed to talk to him. And if it had just been a distant memory, then she should talk to him anyway.
After checking the time, L'Ola leapt up, "Oh great. The first chance I have of working on a Starfleet Ship in over 30 years and I slept in. Perfect."
She got herself ready to go in double quick time, not that she could remember how long it usually took.
Before leaving her quarters, she left a message asking Nick to contact her as soon as his shift was over. It didn't matter how painful thinking about it was, she had to talk to someone.
"If I didn't see it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it!"
Josh Taylor had just walked into Astrometrics to find L'Ola examining the sensor readouts.
"I told you I'd be here. I've been checking out the improvements."
"What have you found?"
"I'm impressed. Even by the standards of the stuff I was testing on Vulcan this is good." She pulled up another set of readouts.
"You only agreed to come down here because you wanted to see how up-to-date we are, didn't you?" Josh asked.
"I must admit it had crossed my mind, but I thought I might do some work down here too."
She carried on flicking through details, and he just stood and watched. Then he remembered he had work to do. "I have a lot of upgrades and analyses to do, and I would really appreciate any help you could give me."
L'Ola closed down the files she had open. "Okay boss, what do I have to do first?"
"That's enough for now. I've decided. Anything else that desperately needs doing today can be done by the next shift. I'm out of here. How about you?" Josh asked L'Ola.
She shook her head in reply, "I'll hang round for a little longer. It's not like I have anything planned."
"Okay, thanks for the help." He left the lab, and L'Ola went back to routing through sensor readouts.
She heard the door open behind her.
"How are you feeling?" Nick asked.
L'Ola spun round, slightly surprised. "Not brilliant, but I've been worse. Have you got a bit of spare time? There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2004 23:44:24 GMT
K'ran watched literally with glee as the Vesuvius neared on the view screen. He slowly rubbed his hands together, each joint and knuckle slowly popping. It was to be his chance at retribution for the pain they'd caused him. A bionic arm, skeletal replacement for his lower back and pelvis, that and much more all caused by the attack on his ship 30 years earlier. Now it was time for revenge, he'd make them pay for what they did by their deaths.
"Target their warp engines. When locked and in postion decloak and fire on my mark." He stood from his chair and moved down behind the weapons officer. A beep signaled the readiment of the weapons. "Fire!" He ordered fire burning in his eyes.
The Valdore class warbird decloaked and fired a volley into the Vesuvius. A hail of debris and sparks flew from the starboard nacel. Shields flicked out of existance all over the ship and she listed momentarily to the side. The Valdore moved in for another pass only to be hit by a volley from the Vesuvius. Just as the Ves fired T'Kimi launched her runabout.
"Sir there's a shuttle coming at us from the Vesuvius."
"Lock disruptors and fire."
"Shields down!" The weapons officer blurted as another volley from the much larger Vesuvius hit. Sparks rained down over the back section of the bridge. "Breaches on 15 decks, fields failing, oxygen reserves depleted in those areas."
Almost as fast as the report came in a loud explosion rippled through the ship. All around the sound of twisting metal filled the air. Shuddering turned from vibrations into an earthquake as the shuttle impacted the lower decks.
"Containment failure! We've got a breach forming!" The engineer yelled in panic. K'ran walked over to his chair and punched in a sequence of commands. Just as he finished he dematerialised in a transporter halo. The first officer looked in shock at the place where his commander once stood. ~he was a traitor after all~ was his last thought as the ship ripped apart in a large explosion. OOC: I'm going to keep K'ran alive. I've got some "plans" for him.
~Vesuvius moments earlier~
"I've been meaning to tell you this ever since I came on board. I just havn't had the time nor did I know what to say."
Nick just stood there with a look of shock on his face. A daughter? Things indeed had changed over the last 30 years. Not that it was her fault though. He looked her in the eye and was just about to speak as the ship shuddered.
</\> Admiral Martens please report to the bridge</\>
"On my way." He said. L'Ola looked at him curiously, he smiled back and gave her a quick kiss. "Everything is going to be fine. I'll see you later."
Nick strode onto the bridge with purpose. On the viewer a Romulan warbird hung. A small shuttle flew towards it with volleys of torpedoes from Vesuvius protecting it's path. Quickly the shuttle changed path and impacted the underside of the ship. Nick just stood there in awe.
"Who was on that shuttle?" He asked as T'Shan from engineering asked the same question. Seconds later Sevus let out a scream and grabbed his head. Seliv rushed to his side and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"It was T'kimi," He said lifting his sobbing brother, "I'll take him down to sickbay to see Caldwell."
Nick nodded and looked back at the expanding debris field. Such a loss, but at the same time it saved them from failing their objective.
</\> Hope to bridge</\>
"Go ahead Kahlan."
</\> Sir we have a slight problem </\>
"How slight?"
</\> Bumping the timeline up slight. The Romulans warp core has affected the time core. We've got a few minutes till we have no choice but to set an incursion. </\>
"Alright. Lets do this people. All hands this is Admiral Martens."
"We're about to attempt something which is against everything we hold dear. In exactly 3 minutes we will be traveling through time into the past. Once there my hope is that we can avert the unfortunate events of the past 30 years. I will however need each and every one of you to do your job to the fullest. I'm not going to lie to you, this is a one way trip..."
All over the ship people stopped their work to stand and listen to the words of the Admiral.
"We will not be remembered in our time for our time will not exist. We will be the nameless heros who avoided and stopped a trans-galactic war. So valiant crew of the Vesuvius-C stand proud and fight with honor and courage. Martens out."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2004 15:08:30 GMT
All his emotional barriers shattered when Sevus felt the one constant link in his mind snap. He had never bonded and had always been extremely close with his twin. He fell to his knees screaming in agony, but felt himself being caught by Seliv. He covered his face in his hands as he allowed himself being guided to sickbay.
"Doc!" Seliv shouted, as they entered main sickbay, "doc, I am going to need some assistance here!" He too, felt the loss of his older sister, but less than Sevus.
Sevus sat down on one of the biobeds, still supported by Seliv. He looked up and glanced at his younger brother. "Why?" he asked, his voice anguished, "why did she come after us after all? Why did sensors not pick her up?" He shook his head. "How am I going to tell Claire?"
Then the voice of Nick Martens sounded over the intercom, calling for their attention. "Will you be all right?" Seliv asked, "I have to return to the bridge. If we are successful, mother will live and we all will not be separated. T'Kimi will then not die either. We all, will not exist as we are now, because we will grow up together, and other prospect families will not be torn apart." Seliv patted his brother on his shoulder, and smiled weakly as he was reminded of his first meeting as cadet with Nick Martens, how heart-broken the man had been when he was told his beloved had died.
Sevus nodded. "I will wait here for Caldwell. And then I will seek out Jatan, before we go back, I must speak with him, it is important to me."
~~later~~
Sevus stood before Jatan's quarters and knocked on the door. "Uncle Jatan, are you in?" he cried, "please open up? I am sorry for staying away so long, please do not shut me out? Not now? Please.....I just lost my twin."
<jate, can you pick up caldwell?>
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2004 18:20:18 GMT
OOC: Nick, if you don't mind, I'm goign to borrow K'Ran for a moment. It shouldn't interfere with whatever you have planned for him. In fact, if you want to, just continue this scenario where I left off. Take it wherever you like IC: ~Torpedo Bay, USS Vesuvius-C~ Another barrage of disruptor fire shook the entire room violently, and it was all Meylor could do to keep from flailing all over the place. As the crew scurried about in the bay below, he was monitoring the battle status from the master situation monitor, doing his best to concentrate on the data streaming in as well as issuing orders to his subordinates. The orders were designed to keep everyone away from him, however; he could not afford to have some eager young ensign barge in and ruin his plan before it could get off the ground. Not the the plan was foolproof, anyway, but there was still a chance. The change in the ship's destination, as well as this sudden ambush by an enemy vessel, had made things much more difficult. Difficult, but not impossible. It simply required concentration. As he fought back another brief headache, Meylor brought up the computer commands for the transporter system. "Computer, access Contingency Subroutine Omicron-6-Blue. Set twenty-second delay. Initiate." When this was done, Meylor quickly went to the other side of the Observation Deck, ripped out a EPS access panel, swiftly disconnected some power relays, reconnected others, and patched it all together in a new configuration. Just he had planned, the doors to the Observation Deck immediately closed, locked, and their computer command overides were deactivated...permanently. Then, Meylor withdrew a hand phaser from a nearby weapons locker, and waited. He didn't have to wait long. A slightly singed, rather frustrated-looking K'Ran materialized in the middle of the room, and Meylor leveled his phaser at him. Actually, frustrated wasn't the right word; he was downright enraged. That rage only grew as he realized where he was. "Welcome, Commander. Don't bother asking who I am or why I spared your life; it's not something you need to be concerned with. You do need to be concerned with doing exactly as I instruct. If you wish to continue your borrowed existence." K'Ran only stared back in ever-increasing fury as Meylor again spoke. "We're going on a little trip, you and I, to obtain some merchandise some of your less-than-scrupulous countrymen have agreed to sell me. You are going to be the insurance for that bargain." He gestured around the room. "And this ship, or rather one section of it, will be our transportation there. Any questions?" <Nick>
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2004 18:34:05 GMT
In engineering, T'Shan was staring wide-eyed at Kahlan, who had just returned from a meeting with Admiral Martens, and who was chattering away on what they were going to do soon. "We are going back in time," Kahlan said, "aren't you happy? We have figured out where we will be going, though for us it is a one-way trip."
T'Shan just gazed at her, feeling suddenly very dizzy. "I am sorry, what was that?" she asked, grabbing at a console for support. "Did you feel that too?" When Kahlan shook her head in denial, T'Shan frowned. "Something is terribly wrong," she finally said, and tapped her combadge. "T'Shan to bridge, is Seliv there?"
<Harper>
"Come again?" T'Shan asked, voice faltering, "are you sure?"
<Harper>
T'Shan turned to Kahlan, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. "Sevus just collapsed on the bridge, Seliv has taken him to sickbay. Commander Harper said that T'Kimi has just died. Remember the shuttle that exploded? The Runabout? My sister was on that shuttle..." Her voice trailed off and she felt the arms of her Romulan friend take her into an embrace. "I am sorry," T'Shan sobbed, "T'Kimi and I never have been close, but just now when apparently she is leaving the past behind her, she dies...it is not fair! Not fair!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2004 9:28:19 GMT
~~USS Vesuvius-A~~
Sonak looked worried, she had a tough decision to make right now and after discussing it with her first officer, the decision had not become any easier. She had the choice of engaging the Multi Vector Assault Mode, thereby risking to lose one or more parts of the ship in the upcoming battle, or go in as one ship, thereby risking the entire ship, and her crew.
"Commander Ramsde, prepare for Multi Vector Assault Mode!" she cried over the noise of the red alert claxons, "and someone shut down that alarm!" Instantly, the blaring alarm stopped and a certain amount of quiet returned tot he bridge.
The ship was starting to shake gently as the clamps that held the ship together were released, and the ship smoothly slid apart into three components, each going her own way. Fox had assumed command of the second module, and Martens of the third. Peering at the screen, she saw a rift opening right before them, to reveal a sleek vessel bearing Federation insignia.
"Meylor, report!" she cried, "who or what is aboard that vessel and where did they come from!" ~Meylor?~ she thought, ~where did he come from? Why was I not aware that he was back?~ She knew that was of later concern, right now they were facing a battle with the massive Forerunner vessel.
~~USS Vesuvius C~~
After comforting her brother in sickbay, T'Shan told him to come with her to engineering. While Sevus was in fact not an engineer but a scientist, he knew very well how to handle engines. "You can help me keep them together," she said, knowing that getting occupied would keep her brother from going insane. She knew exactly how he felt, for she shared the same intense bond with her own twin. She felt the ship starting to shake as it entered the temporal vortex, taking them back to that fateful day, where the Vesuvius-A had been destroyed. "T'Shan to bridge, engines are holding, but if we don't get out soon, I may not be able to hold them together. Warp-field is nearing critical levels, matter-antimater containment is already at near-critical. I cannot generate enough coolant to keep the temperature down, sir!" She smiled slightly, for Seliv hated to be called sir, especially by her. She peered at Kahlan, who was working the cloaking device and the temporal drive. "How are you holding up?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2004 16:47:39 GMT
"T'Kimi and I never have been close, but just now when apparently she is leaving the past behind her, she dies...it is not fair! Not fair!"
Kahlan slowly breathed in, and then slowly breathed out again. She tried to come to terms with what T'Shan must be going through. But nothing she could say would make things better.
"At least she did put the past behind her. And now we're going back to fix that past. So soon it won't matter. The four of you will get to grow up together in one family. Everything will be great."
T'Shan dried the tears from her eyes, "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right, have I ever lied to you?" Kahlan asked, jokingly.
"Well," said T'Shan, frowning slightly, "There was that time at the Academy when..."
"Okay, so maybe I have a couple of times. But that's beside the point. I'm not lying to you at the moment. Now, my advice to you is to head down to sickbay. Something tells me there's a couple of guys down there who need you more than I do right now."
Kahlan watched her friend leave engineering, and started to get on with some work. They would very quickly be appearing in the past. It was her responsibility to mask the signature of the temporal device that they were using. Not the easiest of jobs, but then she had a lot of experience with cloaks.
Everything was going well until one of the power couplings blew out. "No! Not now. Why is technology so temperamental?"
She hit one of the consoles, then realised that it wouldn't do any good so she started changing the power routes.
"How are you holding up?"
Kahlan jumped. She hadn't notice T'Shan come back into engineering.
"Fine, but I wish I could say the same for this stupid thing. It really reminds me of that time we designed the cloak for that Defiant class ship. Can't remember what it was called. I had problems with the power distribution then too."
T'Shan looked at the diagrams Kahlan had pulled up, "Are you under a lot of pressure at the moment?"
"Of course not."
"If you say so, but you don't normally miss tricks like this..." She tapped a few instructions and the problems seemed to go away.
She walked back over to Sevus, leaving Kahlan wondering how many more mistakes she would get the chance to make.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2004 7:04:14 GMT
K'ran glared at the younger Bajoran officer. Obviously he wasn't going to let the much larger Romulan out of his sight. With a slight nodd he aknowledged the command of the smaller being. "Good, now lets get going," Meylor motioned to the door with his phaser. Slowly the two walked down the corridor. Around them lights sputtered as the ship exchanged shots with the incoming Forerunner ships. Every once and a while damage teams were ordered via the comm to their next place of repair. After rounding one corner a security detail passed upon seeing the Romulan Commander the drew their weapons. "It's alright guys I've got him," Meylor said, "I'm just bringing him to the brig." "We'll escourt you," One said. "Listen I don't have time for this," Meylor defended impatiently. "You've a Romulan raider. It's our job sir." The other responded. K'ran just stood aside watching the exchange, the small Bajoran was changing to a bright shade of red as his anger rose. The man was about to open his mouth when the ship pitched to the side sending them spralling. Like lightning K'ran sprang into action. With one smooth movement he pulled a rathe meancing sword out from under his cloak. He swung and took out one guard, his second swing striking the other guard in the face sending him to the ground with a scream. Meylor twisted and fired a round at the swift moving Romulan but K'ran saw him first. As soon as the fight began it had ended. K'ran looked over, winked at Meylor and began walking down the corridor. Meylor tryed to take a step foreward to stop him but found his feet out of contact with the ground. He looked down to see the sword protruding from his chest, a cascade of crimson bubbling around it. His hand lost it's hold on the phaser and he reached out in vain towards the retreating figure. (OOC: Sorry, had to . Remember I'm going to get really nasty with this guy) ~Ves- A~ Nick watched as the new ship in the battle deflected the shots from the advancing armada. Luckily each section of his ship was still in tact. The secondary section narrowly averted a collision with a larger ship coming from the rift. "Markus, get me an ID on that ship!" He blurted to his Opps officer. "Well it's definatly Starfleet but the ID tags look off. From what the computers telling me this is the Vesuvius -C." "Commodore, did you get that?" =/\= I did indeed Commander. =/\= On screen the new Vesuvius twirled about and brutally disabled one of the larger Forerunner ships. It's front sections collapsing under the stresses of torpedo impacts. Sonak looked over at the comm station. "Get me that ship." "This is Commodore Sonak to the Starfleet vessel Vesuvius. Please confirm our readings are correct." The screen suddenly went dark and a new picture of the opposite bridge appeared. So far no one stood in the frame of view but all that could be seen was a dark smoldering bridge. Then a figure walked into the frame. It was an older gentle man with a greying beard and a scar running down his face. A familiarity rang with Sonak at his appearance. =/\=Greatings Commodore. This is Admiral MartensIt's good to see you again after all this time. Yes your readings are right, this is the Vesuvius-C. We've come back to stop something catastrophic from happening.=/\= "What do you mean?" She asked standing from her chair. On each respective bridge Nick and Fox also watched in shock at the same conversation. =/\=31 years ago the USS Vesuvius-A was lost with almost all hands. I and a handful of others survived but the quadrant was yet again thrust into a trans-galactic war, not inter-galactic. The Forerunners have killed billions in their quest to dominate the future. It's up to us to stop them=/\= "I gather that I did not survive," Sonak said dryly. =/\= Unfortunatly=/\= came a second voice and a young Vulcan moved into the frame. His features resembled someone very close to Sonak. Her breath stopped momentarily =/\=And that is why we're here to stop this war before it even began. We shouldn't have grown up without you Mother.=/\= He said, Sonaks eyes began welling up with tears. =/\= Selivs right Sonak. We've all lived for far too long...=/\= ~Ves-C~ Nick whirled around at the sound of a body crunching into the bulkhead. The once posted security guard now lay on the ground unconcious. A large Romulan moved from the body to the two lone command officers left on the bridge. A young ensign charged towards K'ran but was stopped mid stride but a blow to the head. Nick moved into his way. "You're supposed to be dead K'ran!" "Apparently you're wrong." He grabbed the human by the neck and pitched him across the room. Nick impacted the doors to the readyroom and crashed through them depositing his crumpled body on the floor. "And now Vulcan, I will finish the job I was supposed to have done 30 years ago," he said turning to Seliv. Seliv took a step back towards the conn. "You're too late, it's over." "Not until I say it is." With a thrust he pinned Seliv to the consol with a large daggar. "And I say it's not over." In the ready room Nick lay crumpled, his legs and his back broken by the force of impact. A figure moved over him, but it wasn't that of K'ran, it was smaller, younger, a girl! The figure moved silently into the middle of the bridge, a large object in her hand. She walked up behind K'ran and swung, the large Romulan hit the deck with a thud, green pooled slowly around his head. "It's over,' She said and gave the body a kick. Suddenly the turbolift doors burst open to reveal L'Ola and a security detail. She stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. Nick slowly crawled out from the ready room and Seliv pinned to the nav consol. But what caught her eye the most was the figure standing with a vase in her hand over a 6'5" Romulan. The figure turned around with a smirk on her face and a smear of green blood. "Hi Mom." She said. "You're not supposed to be here!" L'Ola said rushing up to her daughter. "Baby this is a one way trip. No ones going to make it back." Lucy looked directly into her mothers eyes, "I know, thats why I'm here." Seliv strained reaching for the command consol. A drip of green crept towards the corner of his mouth. "A little help," he muttered. Lucy moved over to assist the dying captain. "Hit Gamma, beta, four, gamma." The youngster did so and the computer responded. "Self-destruct requires additional command codes." "Martens Gamma six." Nick said pulling himself into the command chair. "Self destruct initiated. Core overload in 3 minutes." "Hit this button here,' Seliv said to Lucy, 'That will move us into the rift so the core explosion will close it." Nick watched the two work together to get the now nearly crippled ship move towards the rift. He reached down to the comm panel and hit a button. "All hands and companions aboard the Uss Vesuvius-A and C. Our mission is almost complete. We did it, the future is safe." =/\=Thank you admiral=/\= Sonak said over the comm. "Oh and Sonak I have something I need to send over, standby." He motioned to Lucy, she moved over to him. He held out a padd and a comm badge. He placed the badge on the padd and handed it to her. "Hit it twice." She did so and he said. "Vesuvius, energise." With that the padd began to disolve but just as quicly so did Lucy. L'Ola looked in shock at her disolving daughter and then at Nick. "She has a better chance here," he said, "better than not existing." He took her hand in his and kissed it. "We did it my friends." "That we did," Seliv said with a raspy voice. ~Ves-A~ The Vesuvius C drifted slowly into the rift. Seconds later it's core exploded closing the rift to the Forerunner realm. Sonak stood in disbelief of what had just transpired. Off in the distance she noted the debris of the Forerunner fleet and the crippled P'Ran cruiser. =/\= Ma'am we've recieved the transfer from the Vesuvius C. You may want to come down here.=/\= "On my way." Sonak walked into the transporter room. There on the padd stood a shocked 16 year old girl holding a padd. Obviously she wasn't expecting to be alive. She stared blankly at the padd in her hands. "Miss, welcome aboard the Vesuvius. May I ask who you might be?" She looked up eyes welling up with tears, "Lucy Kanz," she said weakly, "This is for you," she said holding up the padd. Sonak softly took it and glanced at the title "orders regarding temporal incursion". She placed her arm around the girl and gave her a hug, "Welcome aboard miss Kanz."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2004 7:31:27 GMT
Sonak stood with the sobbing girl in her arms, still wondering about most recent happenings. The Forerunner vessel was destroyed by the Vesuvius-C, sending the future ship to its own destruction, but saving hers from the same fate.
"Sonak to Commander Kanz, please report to transporter room one," she said, after tapping her combadge, then turned her attention back to the girl. "It was good of them to send you here my dear," she said gently, "we will see to that report you are holding later. Right now, we are going to find you some quarters so that you can freshen up and gather your wits about you. What do you say?"
<Lucy Kanz>
She looked up as L'Ola entered the transporterroom, looking with utter amazement at the teenager that stood beside Sonak. "Ah L'Ola, I have someone here you need to meet. Come, let us find someplace quiet to talk." She guided the girl along, whispering something to her. The girl smiled through her tears. When they found a quiet room, Sonak turned to L'Ola. "L'Ola, you may want to sit down first," she suggested, and continued when the science officer had sat down. "This is Lucy Kanz, your daughter in the future timeline. The Nick Martens from that timeline, has sent her over to us to give her a chance to live. Will you see to her settlement on this ship, until she has decided what she wants to do? I think the two of you have a lot to discuss."
<L'Ola>
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2004 19:15:52 GMT
"Right now, we are going to find you some quarters so that you can freshen up and gather your wits about you. What do you say?"
Lucy tried to calm herself down, but the whole experience was really overpowering her. She let out a deep breath and smiled briefly, "Sure, that sounds good."
She was relieved to hear Sonak say that. She had been terrified of being thrown off the ship, not that she'd expected to be there anyway.
"So this is the Vesuvius-A then? I've heard a bit about this ship, but never thought I'd ever be on it. It's a little strange."
"I can imagine it would be."
At that moment L'Ola walked through the door, and at first didn't see Lucy. "Sorry it took me so long, I had to wait for the modules to finish joining. What did you...?" Her voice trailed off as she saw the reason.
She could have sworn that the girl standing in front of her was a relative, but she couldn't be, could she?
Sonak broke the small silence, "Ah L'Ola, I have someone here you need to meet. Come, let us find someplace quiet to talk."
They walked down the corridor, L'Ola wondering the whole time who the girl could be. They entered an empty room, and Sonak instructed L'Ola to sit down, which puzzled her slightly.
"This is Lucy Kanz, your daughter in the future timeline. The Nick Martens from that timeline, has sent her over to us to give her a chance to live. Will you see to her settlement on this ship, until she has decided what she wants to do? I think the two of you have a lot to discuss."
L'Ola sat, tongue-tied, trying to get her head round things. "Yeah, I'll sort everything out." She turned to face Lucy directly, "Do you want a tour of the ship?"
Lucy smiled, "Sounds good."
"Commodore, do you mind if I take the rest of my shift off?"
"No, not at all, I think that's a very sensible idea." She watched L'Ola and Lucy leave the room, before heading back off to the bridge.
"So this is where I spend half my time" L'Ola pointed around Science Lab 2. "It's not usually this empty, mind you."
"Where's Jenna at the moment?"
L'Ola did a double-take, "How do you know... oh of course, well she should be in Astrometrics right now I guess." She sat down next to one of the consoles, and Lucy followed suit. "Can I ask you something? It's about your timeline, but I'm really curious."
"What do you want to know?"
"Why do you have my surname?"
Lucy turned away slightly, "I'm not sure it's a good idea. Could we talk about this some other time?"
"Sure, it's not a problem." But the train of thoughts in L'Ola's mind was a problem. To have a kid with her surname, she would have had to be a single mum. Which meant for some reason in the other timeline her and Nick had separated. And that was not something she liked to think about.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2004 19:21:55 GMT
ooc: ok final post to this thread...continue any loose things on the shore leave thread that I will create shortly.
Joint post Commodore Sonak and Commander Ma'Jel
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The Vesuvius-A was cruising alongside the Romulan border, on the Romulan side. They just had survived a run-in with a huge vessel of unknown origin and not even their Romulan escorts had an idea where it had come from. Sonak, having just come back on duty, had been having the strangest sense of deja-vu during the encounter. She felt quite odd, but could not figure out why she was having these strange sensations. For some reason, she also felt more compelled to spend more time with Jatan; she had the feeling that both of them had missed something neither of them understood.
She had just sat down on her chair when another Romulan vessel showed up, and hailed them. "On screen," Sonak said, and gasped when she saw the face of its commander.
Ma’Jel: I am Commander Ma`Jel of the Romulan Star Empire. Do you require...assistance back to your territory?
Sonak nodded. "Yes, that might be a good idea. Our current escort just informed us that they are ordered back to base. We would welcome a new escort to avoid encounters that may not end very well. Commander, have we met before?"
Ma`Jel studied Sonak's face. She seemed familiar in some way yet the Romulan was sure they had never met.
Ma`Jel: I do not believe so. Perhaps during a diplomatic symposium? She knew that was not the case but did not wish to appear antagonistic at this point. She looked at all she could behind Sonak on the view screen. She would relish the opportunity to go aboard but doubted the likelihood of an invitation.
Sonak gazed back at the woman before her. "A diplomatic symposium is unlikely; we have not been near a starbase for a long time. No it is something else..." She noticed the woman was looking at the scenery behind her. "Would you like to have a closer look?" she asked innocently. It would be good for diplomatic relations, she thought as she pained her memory. "Of course I cannot show you the entire ship, security reasons, but there is plenty to look at. Perhaps when meeting face to face, I can remember how it is that you seem familiar."
Ma`Jel:: surprised :: Thank you. I will beam aboard now if I may. I would request the presence of one of my aides as is customary?
Sonak nodded. "Of course. I will meet you in transporter room one in 10 minutes." She signed off and turned to Fox. "You have the bridge. Have security monitor us all the way." Fox nodded as Sonak walked away and boarded a turbo lift car. A few minutes later, she gave the transporter chief the signal to beam her guests aboard.
When Ma`Jel and her aide materialized, they both looked around the transporter room before looking at Sonak. Ma`Jel felt an eerie recognition but still could not place her.
"Welcome aboard the Vesuvius," Sonak said by way of greeting, "if you will follow me, I shall give you a brief tour."
Ma`Jel nodded respectfully then stepped off the transporter pad, her aide steeping in line behind her.
Ma`Jel: I would like to thank you for your invitation. It is a pity our people’s have had so many problems in the past. I could almost imagine Romulan and Federation personnel serving side by side in the future. Perhaps even within twenty years. What do you think?
Sonak nodded. "Yes that would indeed be an honorable goal. I think us working together here might be one of those first steps towards trust and co-operation. I have a few Romulan friends, both inside and outside the Empire. Some even serve within Starfleet. Perhaps in the future we could discuss an exchange program, like Commander Riker had done with the Klingons on the IKC Pagh." She raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at the Romulan commander. "Now if you will look here, you will see into our engine room. Unfortunately, I cannot let you in there, but perhaps in the future I will be able to."
Ma`Jel glanced longingly at the engine room. She would have liked the chance to examine everything closely but alas, that was not possible.
Ma`Jel: Most impressive. :: Looking Sonak in the eyes:: An exchange program would be an intriguing exercise. Should it ever come to pass, I would be pleased to welcome you personally to my ship if it might interest you?
"Definitely," Sonak replied, "perhaps we can arrange something privately after we are done with this mission? Now, please follow me. We have a little bit of technology that might interest you, though I have to press you for confidentiality. Do I have your vow?"
Ma`Jel:: saluting in Romulan fashion :: You have my oath :: dipping her head slightly to seal the formality ::
"Well then, have a look at this. A Phase II Pegasus Cloaking device. I am not exactly familiar with the workings of this device, but it works well. We have evaded many a foe with this beauty, and we evaded detection by Federation vessels during training missions."
Ma`Jel stepped forward, eyes wide as she looked it over. She had no idea anyone had this technology.
Ma`Jel : How did you obtain this ? I had no idea this was in use ? I admit to some envy !
Sonak allowed a small smile of pride. "It is still a prototype, devised by my own chief engineer. He was the chief designer of this vessel, actually. I would be envious too if I saw a ship with such a beauty, if mine had none. If future relations allow it, I will be happy to trade technology, who knows what the future brings." She was still wondering how it was that the woman was so familiar, but in the end, she figured that perhaps she had seen the picture and name on some report or the other. "Shall we move on? I did invite you to see the bridge..."
Ma`Jel would have liked more time to examine the device but perhaps in the future....
Ma`Jel : It would be a privilege to step on to the bridge of such an impressive ship. Please lead on.
Her aide stepped back in line behind her. He was clearly intrigued by his Commander not allowing him to accompany her to see whatever Sonak had shown her to but knew better than to question it. Ma`Jel, in turn, was very surprised to have been trusted to see the device, but then she was surprised by Sonak for inviting her aboard at all. She glanced at Sonak, still unable to fathom the apparent familiarity.
"And this is the bridge," Sonak finally said, as the turbo lift car delivered them to the main bridge. She nodded to the officer who shouted "commodore on deck", and lead her guests down to the command centre. "This is the main bridge. Each of our modules has its own bridge. When time allows it a next time, and relations allow it, then I shall be happy to give you the full tour." She ignored the surprised glances from the officers present on the bridge. "What do you think?" She beamed with pride, not caring to hide her emotions much at all.
Ma`Jel stepped forward and looked almost in awe. She knew many of her counterparts would be jealous if they could see her now, on the bridge of such a fine ship.
Ma`Jel : You should be proud Commodore Sonak. I know I would be, in your place. I brought something with me I would like to share. A bottle of the finest Romulan ale :: noting the door to Sonak’s ready room and indicating toward it :: Shall we ?
The aide produced the small bottle and offered it to Ma`Jel who then handed it to Sonak
Sonak's eyes grew wide at seeing the bottle and the vintage, then nodded. "By all means. Yes, I am very proud of my ship, but where would I be without my crew? Your own vessel looks magnificent from this distance also, it dwarfs this vessel by many times." They walked towards the ready room, leaving the aide in the hands of Fox. "Please sit," Sonak said, motioning to the comfortable couch, then produced two glasses from a cupboard. "A toast, to future relationships," she said, raising her glass after Ma'Jel had poured the drink.
::TBC in part two, post was too long::
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2004 19:23:06 GMT
::TBC from part one::
Ma`Jel raised her glass and it chinked against Sonak’s. Taking her seat, she felt a strange kinship toward Sonak. She hoped this held the promise of future good relations also.
Ma’Jel: Commodore, under normal circumstances I would not be able to invite you aboard my ship, but these are not normal circumstances. I would be please if you would care to see what little I can show you on the T`Mer`Jetaan if time allows ?
"If time allows, after this mission is completed, I would be delighted to." She finished her drink and set down her glass. "I am terribly sorry but I have to escort you back to the transporter room now. I have a family to take care of, and lately I have been neglecting my children. To raise four by myself is not an easy task, though I have a wonderful friend and help in my doctor." She beamed again, and her eyes shone at the mention of the doctor. "Do you have children commander?"
Ma`Jel : I have none, time has prevented such an opportunity. My career does not make provision for a family life at this time. So, you have four ? Do you not have concern for them being in deep space ?
Sonak nodded, as they made their way back to the transporter room. She leaned against the wall of the turbo lift car. "Of course I have concern for them, but I have faith in my crew, who keeps us all safe. Two of them are nearly 5 years old, the other two are nearly one year old. The crew dotes on them, especially the doctor, and they dote on the crew. T'Kimi and Sevus are prone to call every officer aunt or uncle. Sadly, my bond mate died over a year ago, he was killed in an accident. You do have a man in your life, do you not? If not a mate, someone you like?" She smiled encouragingly, for some reason, she really liked and trusted this woman. They arrived at the transporter room, and they entered.
Stepping into the transporter room, Ma`Jel leaned toward Sonak and whispered :: Between you and I, there is a `someone`, but it is too soon yet to know what the future holds. Perhaps the next time we meet I will have more to tell you :: smiles knowingly
Turning to face Sonak, she formally acknowledged her gratitude at being made a welcome guest. She indicated to her aide to step on the transporter ready to depart, then she smiled at Sonak warmly, saying " until next time ", then she herself stepped on the pad. As befitting decorum, she and her aide saluted Sonak, and prepared to transport back to their ship. Ma`Jel could not help but feel her bridge would seem a little ` colder ` on her return, having seen the warmth of the crew on Sonak’s vessel
Sonak returned the salute in kind. "Keep in touch," she told the other woman, "I will let you know about my relationship if you keep me up to date too." The last part was whispered before the woman stepped up on the platform. "Fare thee well commander, until we meet again." She nodded towards the transporter chief, and the two Romulan shimmered out of view. Sonak walked back to the bridge, and saw the Romulan appear on the screen. "We are nearing the edge of the Neutral Zone," Sonak informed her, "I thank you for the escort, and remember our parting words." She smiled softly at the Romulan, musing that the other might find it odd to see a Vulcan show emotion.
Ma`Jel : Safe journey Commodore. I look forward to our next meeting
Ma`Jel sat back in her chair, truly hoping a long friendship had just begun, then she smiled as the view screen blinked off.
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