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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2007 6:27:02 GMT
The sight of Major Echal storming through the corridors after murdering two of his own men was enough to terrify anyone with the misfortune of encountering him. The nerve of those guards to disrupt his carefully planned, perfectly controlled routine when it came to interrogations infuriated him to no end. Govan knew exactly what he was doing when it came to the art of intimidation, and the fact that his efforts had been undermined by his own men was utterly humiliating.
Finally arriving at his destination and entering the observation room of holding cell one proved enough to send the three guards stationed there into a virtual panic as they snapped to attention. Word of what had happened had apparently spread faster than Govan could walk, which suited the Romulan just fine.
Pleased to see the proper display of reverence and fear, a simple nod was the only response he gave, as the Major crossed the room, grabbed the remote, raised the lights, and entered the holding cell using his typical blinding technique. At least here he was still in control, and a new torture victim would cheer him up.
He’d already selected the next victim and was in no mood to announce or explain anything. Govan stormed across the room, directly up to the young Andorian aide, and grabbing his arm and physically hauled the young man across the room towards the interrogation room. The aide put up a pathetic fight, but it wasn’t enough to discourage the pending trauma he was about to experience.
Slamming the terrified youth onto the reclined chair, Govan had him restrained within moments and began the wonderful process of inflicting as much pain and suffering as possible. The blue-skinned aide proved to be the perfect choice for a second victim, as he whimpered, cried, pleaded, and begged his way through the process. This weakness in the Major’s eyes made him the perfect example.
Finally, things were starting to go his way once more. Little did he know that the only slight decrease in special shielding in the interrogation room was enough to allow the Andorian’s now very rapid heartbeat to light up on the sensors of the Vesuvius searching the area for it. His bad turned good day was about to go bad once more, but for now, he was unaware of the danger and continued his fun.
OOC: I was confused as to where Marco actually was, so I finally decided to go with still in the main holding cell with the others, as I had already left and the Commodore's last post seemed to indicate this. I hope this is alright.
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Post by loganbyrne on Aug 16, 2007 7:17:49 GMT
After Logan filled in Commander Fox, he settled on the Bridge of the Mercury module and prepared for the multi-vector mode.
"Commander Curry, I need us in a stationary position once he other modules separate and move on. I need a status report on all the remaining crew. Once we are clear, I want ALL available sensors online. Do it."
As the sections disengaged, all of the crew braced themselves for the nudge. Activating the Main Viewer, Byrne sat as he watched the other 2 modules move off.
"Commander of the Romulan vessel, this is Commander Byrne. I am now in charge in this sector. You are being played and we have lost to much keep playing nice. I need your records of the transporter activity in the last 3 times we have been boarded. I have sent our new Chief Engineer in search of our navigation officer, but now we stand face to face with the truth, we are both being used, played."
"Comm off, ensign", stated Byrne. Standing up, he slowly scanned the new Bridge layout. Moving a nearby console, he recalled all the information from the Science Lab concerning the pallet searching for the Andorian heartbeat. Running this program thru the Main Deflector, he ran a series of test runs he ran across a document and a scan created by Jatan. Pushing this through the tactical database, he forwarded this to Fox.
With that, the alarms sounded, proximity alert. Something nudged the sensor array in the aft quadrant. Human biosigns were reported. Using the long-range sensors, as not to agitate the Romulans, Logan started a spectrum sweep and found a small sound in the lower range. Isolating this, he sent the packets to Dr. Caldwell to match to the missing crew.
"Ensign Gates, drop our special package and give a wide berth from the Romulan ship", as he sat down again.
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Post by marco on Aug 17, 2007 3:10:36 GMT
A bright light filled the room, and Marco squinted. It had been what felt like a few days since any form of light had graced his presence, and although he found it welcome, his eyes were slow to adjust.
A thump was heard, and the light disappeared. Marco headed toward where the noise was made, and found what he was expecting. A metallic platter, filled with powdered rations... enough for one to live off of for at least a day or two. A cup accompanied the sustenance, but the Doctor overturned it in the darkness. With pride on the back-burner, he put his lips to the floor to slurp as much of the water he could before it evaporated.
"Do you have your hands free?" Jatan hadn't witnessed the awkward attempt to break free earlier, so his questions were generally a review for those conscious throughout this whole ordeal. The nursing staff filled him in. The two that hadn't been awake during Marco's escape attempt were stunned at the brutality of his restraints... and that of the Romulan Major.
After finding that nobody was in a position, nor capable of being in a position, to free him from the barred cage he was in, he went to work on the keyed lock with his weak arms.
"Did you see where Marco went?" he whispered. The Romulan guards were busy conversing with each other, and didn't pay much attention to the chatter within the long and narrow holding cell.
"They took him over there," Alice said, wearily, pointing toward a door that an energetic pulsing noise came from, indicative of a forcefield. "I think they figured out that you weren't the the chief medical officer."
Jatan let out an explicative, which led the others to cringe. It was uncharacteristic of the Commanding Officer's husband.. but then again, most of the nursing staff hadn't seen him in such a situation before under such pressure.
He twitched in his cell. He wasn't yet strong enough to stand. He wondered why Marco was placed under such extreme security while he wasn't. Perhaps it was his weakened state? At least his restraint mechanism was not powered by the inhumane torturous power devices, however, and his fight to gain strength and exit, although useless, did not result in more pain.
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Post by alex on Aug 18, 2007 17:54:42 GMT
As Alex woke up from his sleep he found that his alarm clock had not ringed yet and would not ring for another 5 min. so Alex went over to his desk and started working on a project. He was thinking of a way to start the project when one came to him so he started to write it down. After 5 min. of working his alarm went off and Alex stopped he had all of the designs right he just had to test them so since he still had 2 hours left he would eat breakfast and then go to the holodeck.
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Post by loganbyrne on Aug 20, 2007 5:15:36 GMT
As he watched the crew run thru the paces on the Battle Bridge, Logan kept in contact with Commander Fox. Using the 'package', Fox and Byrne created a Doppler program that would create a micro-thin blanket field that would rotate upon the vessel's axises in a 360 degree bio-scan to search for the Andorian bio-signature.
Reaching out, he grabbed his coffee and a location of all of the crew of the Mercury Module. Sitting back, an ensign came forward with a PADD board and offered it to the Commander. Scanning the information, he typed a few commands and forwarded the info to Commander Fox.
As the bio-scan proceeded, something inside of him kept telling him that this was the chance to get the Andorian back. After about 37 minutes, as the field cycled, there was an alarm. Jumping up, Logan alerted the Transporter Room and the Medical bay to lock on the target and prepare for any injuries.
"Lt. Drake, you have the Helm, I am going to the Transporter Room to see our delegate gets a proper greeting," said Byrne. Rushing to the Transporter Room, he saw a living breathing Andorian on the pad, lying face down. "Where did we find him? Any trace to find his point of origin?," asked Logan.
"No, sir. We can't find a break-thru in the fields surrounding the area. Some one is creating a field distortion that we can't isolate", responded Chief Tyrol.
"Can't find, and what makes you think this is created by a someone?", asked Byrne.
"Sir, this contradicts all of the physics of our ability to scan the area and lock onto something.", responded Tyrol.
Watching Caldwell and his team take the Andorian delegate to Sickbay, he started to ponder why they were only able to find exactly the only body they were looking for. Calling for a full diagnostics in Engineering, he proceeded to the Main Core for the Module. As he entered the Engineering Department, he was rushed by 2 Lt's, with PADDs containing information into the recent attacks on the Vesuvius. Sitting at his old desk, he entered the downloads into the Main Computer and got nothing.
Tapping his Badge, he sent an update to the Bridge. "Commander Byrne to Bridge, I have checked the data concerning our sweeps, but we are nowhere better than where we were to find our lost commrades.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2007 11:22:56 GMT
John Caldwell and his nurses sped the young Andorian to sickbay, after determining he was stable enough to be moved. The nurses carefully transferred the gravely injured youth to a biobed and Caldwell started his investigations. The youth had been subjected to inhuman torture, one of his antenna had been ripped off, the other had been broken.
"Don't you worry," Caldwell whispered in reassurance, "we'll have you patched up in no-time, I promise. And you'll have full use of your antennae again. I'm processing a regeneration as we speak." He walked around the bed and had one of the nurses assist in bandaging the boy's arm and torso, then splint the remaining antenna. "Now what is your name young one?"
The Andorian stirred as he regained consciousness and cried out in agony when he did. The nurses had to fight him to keep him down on the bed, and had to sedate him to keep him calm. The youth calmed though he had terror in his eyes. "There's nothing to be afraid of," Caldwell continued gently, "I'm Doctor John Caldwell and this is Nurse Tiny Davis. You're aboard the secondary module of the USS Vesuvius."
"Vesuvius?" the youth croaked, finally finding his voice again.
"Commanded by Commodore Sonak Reckus," Caldwell confirmed proudly, "we'll have your friends rescued soon. Now, what was your name again, so I can tell my captain who we've recovered."
"M'Nora," the boy whispered, "Terrence M'Nora." He fell silent for a long time. "He's killed them," he finally whispered, "the Romulans, the female Vulcan...Tholian, Tellerite, they're all dead. Poor Rosanna..."
Caldwell held his breath. "What about Ambassador van Breughel?" he dared to ask.
"He's alive..or was...I don't know...it was horrible."
Caldwell gently patted his arm. "You're safe now," he promised, "you get well now and perhaps you can help us find the others. We'll not rest till we have them and our doctors back. I promise, my captain won't rest till we have them all back."
Terrence offered the young doctor a weak smile, then closed his eyes as the nurse administered him with a sleeping aid.
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Sonak watched the small screen as Caldwell issued his report. "Will he survive?"
"I'm positive," Caldwell reported, "and he'll be transferred to Minerva as soon as he's well enough. He'll want to help. Commodore, don't be too hard in him please. He's very young and currently very uncertain of his future."
"If he can help, he may try," Sonak promised with a smile, "all help is welcome, and it will do him more good than milling around in sickbay with nothing to do. We are currently tracking the last of the transporter signals, and we may have some luck at last. Discordia reports they have a trail on Tovan."
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"Commander Kanz!" Lieutenant junior grade Dennis Zandt rushed up onto the bridge. "I need Ensign James' help! We've found Lieutenant Tovan's shuttle but it's adrift. We've scanned for life-forms and found one, very weak!"
At Kanz' nod, Zandt tapped his combadge. "Ensign James meet me in the shuttlebay. We're towing a damaged shuttle in. you need to report on what damaged him." The young security officer darted off the bridge and alerted sickbay on his way down.
In Discordia's sickbay, the female EMH acknowledged the call and started preparations to receive a possibly seriously injured navigator. Minutes later the battered form of Lieutenant Tovan shimmered into existance on the biobed. "Nurse Travis, inform Minerva that we have our navigator back," she ordered, "and signal Kanz that we're ready to return to home port."
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Post by alex on Aug 22, 2007 0:50:41 GMT
Alex was just about to pour the milk into his mouth as his entire family did when he heard "Ensign James meet me in the shuttlebay. We're towing a damaged shuttle in. you need to report on what damaged him." As son as he heard this he stood up put down what was left of his milk as headed for the door he didnβt notice but as he left he knocked he bowl over and the milk inside it spilled on to the floor as soon as he left the mess hall he headed straight for the turbolift and called over the intercom βzeta shift meet me in the shuttle bay and bring 8 Dynamic mode stabilizers, Isolinear Phase Inverters, Isolinear Inducers.β And with that he exited the turbolift.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2007 6:56:56 GMT
The only sound left in the now very empty room was silence. The Andorian had vanished only a few short “procedures” before he would have ended up dead or near dead. Govan glanced up and caught the hopeful look of the other prisoners, all standing and looking up at the ceiling as if waiting to be transported out as the young aide had been. It didn’t happen. Swearing loudly, the Major threw the tool he had been holding against the wall and burst back into the main holding room.
The other prisoners all shrank back, the fear returning to their eyes. Usually the sight of terrified captives would be a pleasant sight, but not this time. Cutting the lights and storming through the holographic wall into the observation room, the three guards reacted much as the prisoners had, but Govan ignored them. “Major Echal to bridge, where did my prisoner just go?”
As he spoke, he left the observation room, and the frantic voice on the other end answered, “Uh...we’ve determined that he was beamed aboard the Vesuvius, Sir.”
This resulted in the Major swearing again, louder this time, and slamming his fist into a nearby wall. “How did they find him? Has our location been compromised?”
“Uh…we’re not sure how they found him, but it appears they haven’t found us.” the increasingly nervous voice replied. “It looks like they were scanning for something very particular and the slight decrease in shielding around the room you were in allowed them to lock onto him somehow.”
“Well increase shielding to the interrogation rooms!” Govan ordered before closing the channel. Nothing was going right today! Storming to a random office nearby and sending its occupant running to get out of his way, Major Echal opened a channel to Commander Tanek. Ignoring the usual pleasantries, which Govan despised anyway, he got right to the point.
“Commander, one of the diplomats was just beamed out of my interrogation room. I believe it’s time to activate the decoys. Tell them to create a sensor ghost in random locations, make it disappear once the Vesuvius has locked onto it with their sensors, then wait fifteen minutes before creating one in another location.”
Not waiting to give the Commander time to respond, Govan closed the channel and stormed back out of the room. “Major Echal to Observation Room 2, remove the younger doctor from the holding cell and place him in the adjoining cell. Not in either interrogation room, the smaller cell, and leave the others where they are. And NO ONE touches any of them, understood?”
Once again, he closed the channel before the most likely startled guard could answer. The time for fun and games was over, and he needed to act, fast. Still, Govan knew he would be no use at anything in the state he was in, so he decided to return to his quarters to calm down and relax for a moment.
Upon entering, he was momentarily startled by the sight of the nurse sitting, legs crossed on the floor of his quarters giggling as she played with the baby. Govan stood, unmoving for a moment, as the nurse scrambled to her feet. “Sir! I…I apologize, I was only trying to…”
Govan held up his hand to stop her, and she stopped instantly. “No need to apologize. I…I am grateful for your assistance.” This was far nicer than he had meant it, and he ended his words with a misplaced, unearned glare for effect. It didn’t work, as the fear had already left her face. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he added, “Well, how is she doing?”
The woman smiled at his question. “She’s doing alright. She’s been a little bit cranky but otherwise perfect. There’s some sort of…well I’m not sure what it is exactly, but she’s certainly unwell. I’m doing everything I can to make her comfortable, but if she gets worse, I may need some help.”
Govan swallowed nervously at this. If she got sick, he would have to involve others to make her well again. That would put him in a very tricky position. The nurse walked over to him, casually handed him the infant, before walking to the door. “I need to get some other supplies to see what I can do to help her.” she threw over her shoulder as she walked out of the room, leaving the Major behind, awkwardly holding the child out in front him with both hands.
They stared at each other for a moment, before the baby broke into a grin and place her tiny hands on either side of his face. Unconsciously, Govan grinned back. She certainly was a cute little thing. Without thinking, he moved to where the nurse had been sitting previously, surrounded by toys, and sat down.
Placing her on her back on the soft pink blanket, he grabbed a teddy bear and some sort of hard rattle like object. He was feeling more relaxed already.
After a few minutes of playing, the comm system had activated. “Major Echal…we have a problem. One of the prisoners just told us that the infant is ill with some sort of disease and is highly contagious. Only the two doctors in our custody have the cure for her. I thought you should know.”
Glancing frantically at the child, who was chewing on some sort of soft ring…thing… Govan simply replied, “Acknowledged.” before closing the channel.
He had no idea what to do… The infant, blissfully unaware of any change kicked her feet in the air at him and gurgled happily. She was obviously feeling well at the moment, but would that change? Nervously, he reached out a hand to gently tickle the bottom of her little foot, causing her to giggle blissfully at him. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, but worry clouded his features.
Fortunately, at that moment, the nurse returned with a bunch of medical equipment, and Govan practically leaped to his feet. “Is she contagious?”
The nurse was startled but quickly replied, “No, I don’t believe so… Why?”
Govan let out a breath of air, relieved, but continued. “One of the other prisoners said she was contagious and that only two other doctors have the cure.” The little girl began to cry as no one was paying any attention to her, and the Major stooped to pick her up and tried to comfort her without even thinking about it.
Smiling slightly at the sight of the large Romulan gently soothing the baby, the nurse answered, “They were most likely lying about her being contagious. She is sick, and although the medication that was in her blood stream was helping, she will get sicker again if we don’t give her another dose. Even then, I’m not sure.”
Govan glanced once more at the tiny girl in his arms, who was grasping at his uniform. He couldn’t let her die. Then he remembered. “We beamed a bunch of medical stuff over with the prisoners. Maybe another dose is somewhere in there.”
With that, the Major handed the baby off to the nurse and strode out of the room, determined to get the medicine the child needed.
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“GONE?! What do you mean they’re gone?!” Govan shouted at the shaking and terrified guard.
“I…I’m not sure, Sir. It appears as if someone has…recycled whatever was brought onboard with the prisoners.” the voice was as shaky as the man himself, as he stood quaking before the furious Major.
Swearing again and slamming his hand down on the console, Govan was seething. This certainly was not his day, and now with the hyposprays and medications and padds gone, his only option to help the infant was the two doctors in his custody. But how would he get the information without appearing to be concerned about the baby’s health?
As he saw it, there was only one choice. Govan turned from the other guard and slammed his fist down on the console again several times, but this time, purposefully to deactivate the monitoring devices in the cell where the younger doctor was being kept. Then, he stormed out of the observation room, down the corridor, and entered a very small observation room adjoining the doctor’s cell.
Grabbing a disruptor and control pad, Govan raised the lights and strode into the smaller cell. “You!” he ordered, pointing his disruptor at the startled doctor. “You will give me the medication for the infant or you will die.”
He’d already had a bad enough day. He wasn’t going to have the baby die too.
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Post by marco on Aug 23, 2007 4:35:57 GMT
The lights in the room burned his retinas. It took a few minutes for his optical acuity to become adjusted to the sudden electromagnetic stimulation. His captor did not wait for Marco's vision to adjust.
The Romulan... the Major from the sound of it... was yelling for the medication for the infant's condition.
"It's a bit more complicated than that," Marco tried to explain as he cupped his hands over his eyes in an attempt to see the Major. "It's more of a medical process than a medication."
With his vision coming in, Marco could make out a device in the Romulan figure's hand. It was most likely a disruptor, but Marco wasn't certain. Still, he would play it safe and assume the worst.
The Major sneered at Doctor D'Angelo, and threatened again to kill him.
"You don't want to kill me. I'm the Chief Medical Officer here. I was the one who devised the treatment! Without me, and some help from my staff, the baby will never be cured. Can you tell me where some equipment is?"
Marco allowed for his words to sink in to Govan. The Romulan Major grew quiet. Marco assumed he was weighing the benefit of keeping the child around. It seemed this child had some value, though, and Doctor D'Angelo was banking on that concept to keep himself, the crew, and the child alive.
Govan, on the other hand, was thinking along different lines. Marco didn't realize it, but he had made an egregious error. He had divulged that it was he, and not Jatan, who was the chief medical officer of the Vesuvius. Govan tried to decide if this changed anything. He paced the room a couple of times as recalculated who was and wasn't expendable.
Marco coughed hard, keeling over onto his knees as he did so. The pulses of energy he had received prior to his darkened incarceration had done some damage to his lungs. Nothing a hypospray and a regeneration unit couldn't solve, but painful nonetheless. "If you could just get us some equipment ... she is contagious."
The major contested the fact. "Our doctors say she isn't."
"Your doctors haven't ran a multiphase scan on the child!" Marco yelled. He received a boot to the face in reply. It was not as hard as it could be, but it caused Marco's future tone to remain passive. "The scan would show you that the infection, so to speak," not really an infection, but after explaining it to Commodore Reckus five hundred times, he decided the word 'infection' was good enough for the lay-person, "exists on multiple spacial planes. They emit spores through microscopic orifices in the skin."
Govan looked at him suspiciously. Marco's pupils had fully adjusted to the room, and Marco replied to the expression on the Major's face. "YOU HAVE NO CLUE what I'm talking about, do you?" The tone of voice started angry and turned almost musical when Marco saw Govan start to wind up his foot again. He avoided a second blow.
"Take me to your sickbay. The child needs to be in a stasis chamber. I'll need the help of my nurses and of Doctor Jatan."
It was then that it hit Marco. Jatan was the Chief Medical Officer of the USS Vesuvius as far as the Romulans were concerned. They knew the truth now. Doctor D'Angelo could only hope that his mistake wouldn't land him the same level of abuse that Jatan had to suffer. It was a selfish thought, but a thought even the most pious officers in his position would have entertained.
At least he would be out of this cell, and hopefully keeping everyone occupied and safe until they could be found... wherever they were.
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Post by loganbyrne on Aug 23, 2007 4:40:48 GMT
After watching the doppler beam cycle, Byrne was disturbed as a comm came across stating that there was a large amount of medical supplies beamed and deposited in the Main Lounge.
"Dr. Caldwell, we may have some more supplies for you, can you afford a couple of crew members to pick them up?", asked Commander Byrne.
"Ensign, I need another sensor sweep, but this time intensify the sweep into coherent beams. About 10 cm in diameter. Use all of the pallets to focus this beam in a 360 degree coverage. We are looking for Human/Vulcan/Romulan DNA this time, I downloaded the bio-rhythms from the kids in Commodore Sonak's room. We are looking for a baby. the bio-signs will be almost as faint as dropping a pencil, Even with a perfect cloaking system, someone had to touch the outside of the ship at least once."
Sitting down again, he grabbed his coffee and watched the monitor showing the distance from the pacing Romulan ship. Just then, Commander Fox sent a message showing how the transporter was split and why the crew in the Medical Bay were taken and the hardware was sent to a different location.
"Commodore, this is Commander Byrne, we have the Andorian and Lt. Tovan is enroute. We are ready to find your niece. We just need to rejoin so we can expand our searching range and have you rejoin your family.",Byrne out.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 7:27:40 GMT
The revelation that this doctor and not the target was the Chief Medical Officer had been the latest twist in this crazy day. Storing that information away for later, Govan moved on to thinking about the current predicament. This was not what he wanted to hear. Mid pace, the Romulan slammed his fist into the wall and swore loudly. The Major had no idea what he was going to do now. Looking at the doctor and sizing him up, it didn’t appear the young human was lying to him, but that didn’t mean for sure that he wasn’t. This could just be a trick.
Suddenly grabbing the doctor by the front of his uniform and slamming him into the wall, Govan towered over him and got right in his face. “If you are lying to me, you will wish you had never taken your first breath.” the Major threatened menacingly before tossing the doctor to the side and resuming his pacing.
The problem now was not only what to do, but what to tell the doctor. If he let the human out of his cell to sickbay to treat the child, Govan’s carefully built reputation would be ruined. From a professional standpoint, it would make no sense whatsoever. If he explained this to the doctor, he would no longer have control over the prisoner. Either way, something would be lost.
Finally decided he had no other choice, he stopped pacing and turned to face the young doctor. “I…I cannot allow you into my sickbay. You are a prisoner and to let you out would…” Govan stopped mid-sentence raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. This human would not understand the humiliation of losing such a high ranking, revered position.
On the flip side, he couldn’t very well bring the baby here to be treated. The feed from this room to the observation room would have to be resumed sooner or later and if it was made known he had risked this ship just to help a captive baby… It was far too dangerous, not only for Govan, but also for the baby.
“I will get you what you need, and you will be moved to another place to care for the child. One of my nurses will assist you.” Govan finally conceded before dragging the human up by his uniform once more to dangle him in front the Romulan's face. “If you so much as think about escape or make one wrong move, you will regret it for the rest of your short, painful life.”
Throwing him back to the floor, the Major moved to leave. “Remain here. You will be retrieved shortly.” And with that, Govan dropped the lights and left the cell. He had work to be done.
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Over an hour later, things were finally set up for the human’s transport. Govan had tapped into the warbird’s systems and used them to initiate a video, audio, and sensor loop on the young doctor’s cell to distract the guards as well as set up an undetectable transport to his quarters to keep his deed from being known.
The nurse had already gathered every medical supply she could think of, but after running a multiphase scan had reported that the child was indeed not contagious. Govan had sneered at this. The doctor was slightly clever; the Major would give him that, but it was a dangerous game he was playing, one he would lose if he tried to lie again. He still had the other doctor if this one had to be killed.
Once everything was set up, the Major activated the transporter and the doctor appeared on the floor. Hauling him to his feet, Govan punched the man so hard that he spun twice before crashing through the glass table causing the baby to cry.
Hauling him back to his feet again, the Major informed him, “That was for lying to me about the child being contagious. Do not take me for a fool, Doctor. One more move like that, and I’ll torture every single one of the nurses back in the holding cell to death before your eyes, and then you will be next. I am not to be played with, is that understood?”
Tossing him to the side towards the terrified nurse and crying baby, the Romulan ordered, “Get to work. You have very little time, so make the most of it.”
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Post by fox on Aug 24, 2007 7:32:11 GMT
Just then, Commander Fox sent a message showing how the transporter was split and why the crew in the Medical Bay were taken and the hardware was sent to a different location. After Fox had send his message he continued working on all the readings the sensors were picking up. He wondered why they hadn't detected the transport from the Medical Bay quickly enough to do something about it. He knew exactly what they could have to to prevent the beam out. "Obviously there is another ship in the area, but how to detect it." Fox stood thinking behind his console. The cloak of the ship almost seemed perfect. No abnormal tachyon emissions or residual antiprotons were detected. Suddenly Fox thought of something. It wouldn't be as precise as a tachyon sweep, but it was worth to try. He tabbed his comm-badge. "Fox to Commodore Reckus" he waited for her to reply, which she did short after. Fox explained he was trying to locate the hidden vessel. "Commodore, it just an idea. But you and Jatan have bonded and thus telepathically linked. I thought maybe you could give us a clue on the cloaked vessels whereabouts, because of your link with Jatan."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 23:19:37 GMT
Sonak had just received the report from engineering and wondered why they were looking for Vulcan DNA, when Jatan was full Human and her niece was half Romulan. "Thank you commander," she answered Logan's message, "though you may want to look for a Human and a half Romulan instead of a Vulcan..." She was looking forward to be rejoined with her children who were with Caldwell in secondary sickbay, and she also was looking forward to welcoming back her missing navigator.
She worried about the shape he might be in, as reports on that aspect weren't very promising though she trusted Caldwell completely on the medical part. He was a competent doctor and had proven his qualifications over the course of the years. "Have Caldwell report on the lieutenant's condition as soon as he has received him," she ordered.
The Vulcan woman turned around to face her science chief and rubbed her temples, willing her sudden headache to go away. "I already tried that Fox," she told her friend, "and I am unable to contact him. I sense him, and I sense he is in great pain, but that is all. I am sorry I am not of more use to you all in this, I truly am." She cast her crew an apologetic look as she sank back in her seat, looking utterly defeated.
"At least we have one of the diplomats back, and we shall find the others soon too. We are closing on our leads, and we know we are driving them into a corner. Kanz, what are your Romulan counterparts reporting? Fox, same for you...if needed beam over to them to find out. Their scientists are brilliant minds, make use of them!"
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Post by tovan on Aug 25, 2007 7:19:08 GMT
Tovan worked his way out of the mists of unconciousness surrounding his mind. Where was he? As the fogs lifted, the surroundings of the Vesuvius sickbay formed around him. He must have been rescued. As he looked around, he winced as pain exploded in his head. The pain was irrelevant, he had urgent information that needed to be shared.
"Nurse," he called out.
The nurse rushed over. "Commander, you need to rest."
"There's no time, I must speak with the commodore," Tovan said, as he tried to sit up, depsite the sudden dizziness that caused.
"We're in MVAM. She's on one of the other modules. I'll let her know as soon as we dock. Now, you really need to rest," she said, attempting to restrain Tovan.
"It is urgent. Get her on subspace," Tovan replied.
The nurse nodded and accessed a panel at Tovan's bedside. "She'll be with you in a few seconds," she promised, before walking away to attend to other patients.
Sonak's face appeared on the screen, looking pale and exhausted. However her expression brightened somewhat at seeing her navigator alive and well. "Lieutenant Tovan, what a pleasant surprise to see you alive and well," she told him, "and to think I have good news for you at that. While you were away, I received a message from Starfleet upon your promotion to lieutenant commander."
She paused as she watched Tovan's reaction, her expression returning to it's usual blank seriousness. "Nurse Timmins said you had urgent news. Please explain?"
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Post by alex on Aug 25, 2007 20:23:00 GMT
As Alex scanned the shuttle for what caused the injury he came to a conclusion. He pressed his combadge and said βAlex to captain β¦
"This is Commodore Reckus. Go ahead ensign..."
" I detected beam out residue and minimal phaser fire. I found out after I checked the sensor logs that someone βstaticβ beamed βstaticβ fired upon him."
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Post by marco on Aug 27, 2007 2:13:08 GMT
Marco's blood dripped from his nose. One minute he was in transport, the next minute the room spun. In nasal voice, he cried out, "How am I supposed to work like this?" He held his nose with both hands in attempt to stop the bleeding. "I think you broke my nose! She was contagious, I promise you!"
It didn't matter to the Major, however. The treatment he administered on the Vesuvius must have worked. She wasn't contagious anymore! Unfortunately for the doctor, it meant his captor didn't believe his analysis, and took it as a stalling tactic. Marco was expected to do his job, and after a few more minutes of pleading and nearly escaping another blow to the face, he faced his losses and got to work.
The alien equipment was unfamiliar to him. The last time he had used Romulan technology was in Non-Federation Field Medicine,. It was course #SFMED-423. He remembered it fondly because the professor, a Romulan defector, was a complete jerk. He had passed the course, and with a perfect mark, but spent many sleepless nights wondering if his Starfleet dreams were really worth this. In consequence, he had forgotten what the knew, in a subconscious attempt to block out the bad memories attributed to the class. That, and the fact that the alien technology had come a long way since he was in the Academy, made the impromptu learning experience that much more unenjoyable.
Marco continued fumbling through the equipment, accidentally injecting hyposprays into midair in an attempt to study their triggering mechanism. When he got the hang of the technology, he went over to the stasis bed.
"Have you ever seen one like this?" he asked the Romulan nurse. "Of course you have." It was a tad bit longer than a Starfleet-issued bed. The controls were completely different. The nurse was under strict orders not to help, only to observe.
"No - but you need to get it working. Her lifesigns are weakening." were the only words she would afford him.
Marco punched a few buttons. A forcefield activated and deactivated itself on the bed. "I found the power switch. Now I need to find the button that engages stasis."
He pressed a greenish button, and the computer administered a warning. =/\= Unable to start stasis. Forcefield not activated. =/\=
"Got it!" he told the nurse. She seemed just as relieved as he. The nurse placed the baby into the stasis bed, with a very worried look on her face. Marco understood her apprehension. This was unknown technology to the both of them. If Jatan were here, it would make things easier.. but he wasn't, and Marco's nose had just stopped bleeding. He wasn't about to diverge from his work again to ask the Major for Jatan's help.
The forcefield activated and the stasis field illuminated inside. "Well, step one complete."
Over the next couple of hours, Marco recreated a hypospray generation unit complete with protein synthesizer created from a replicator. It took three tries and another punch square to the jaw before his convincing caused the request for it to be granted.
He turned to the Major. "We are going to have shunt more power to the systems if you want this to work. The protein synthesizer needs twice that of a normal replication unit.. and we don't have enough power output here."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2007 5:31:56 GMT
The Federation doctor was certainly a complainer, the Major mused. The human should have expected much worse for lying and would have received it had he not been needed to take care of the baby. The nurse, he had learned her name was Tamir, was assisting the doctor with caution, as well she should. Govan felt certain that she would make sure the baby was not harmed and the human did not lie again. Although in a way Govan almost wished he would try it.
Retrieving the power the protein synthesizer required had not been an easy task, even for someone with Major Echal’s authority and ability, but it had been provided. As the doctor and nurse continued to work, Govan paced his quarters nervously watching the child for signs of distress. She was a tough little thing, but it was clear she was growing weaker, which upset the Major more than he cared to admit, even to himself. Somehow, this child meant a great deal to him.
Tamir barely spoke to the human, but did everything that was asked of her. Every once in awhile, she would glance up at Govan letting him know with her eyes whether things were going well or not, and they usually were not. After goading the human at first, the Major finally fell quiet and allowed the man to work.
Several hours later, his patience paid off, as even he could see that the readings were looking more promising, and Tamir looked more hopeful. Another hour more, and the baby looked healthy and the readings normalized. The nurse stood and approached the Major, smiling. “She’ll be alright now.”
“Can…May I hold her?” Govan asked receiving a quick nod from the nurse and instructions not to keep her out of the stasis chamber for too long. Moving to the side of the bed and watching delightedly as the child appeared to recognize him and smiled, the Major gently lifted the baby into his arms and rocked her.
“It’s alright, little one.” Govan whispered softly. “I took care of you. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? You’re going to be just fine. I’ll even replicate you a new toy. I’m sure you will like that, won’t you?” The baby gurgled and grasped his finger firmly in her tiny fist, causing the Major to crack another rare smile.
Moving to the replicator, the Romulan ordered another toy, a stuffed doll that looked a little like the Major. Twisting his finger out of her grasp, he retrieved the doll and handed it to her, causing her to giggle once more. As Govan turned away from the replicator, he caught sight of the human watching him, looking surprised and perhaps a bit amused, at least as far as the Major could tell.
Embarrassed, Govan stomped back over to the stasis bed and placed the girl back inside before turning to the doctor. “You have served your purpose. Now you are to return to your cell. The next time you see me, I won’t be so lenient.”
With that, the Major hit a few keys on his console and the human disappeared, back to his cell. He glanced menacingly at Tamir, who didn’t flinch but gazed at him with sad, disappointed eyes before returning her attention to the baby.
Cursing to himself, so as not to upset the baby, Govan turned and left his quarters. He was determined not to show any more weakness and prove that he had not lost his edge. That doctor would see; Major Echal was still a dangerous man to deal with, and the human would wish never to have met him.
Storming back to observation room two, Govan discretely reactivated the live monitors on the young doctor’s cell before giving his men their orders. The Major was through playing games. It was time for the negotiations to begin.
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“Well, Doctor. As you can see, you have a choice.” Govan sneered, enjoying himself. Before him, the older doctor, the target, lay strapped into the chair in the first interrogation room, blood already dripping from his nose and mouth. Against the wall of the small room, the younger doctor stood, grasping the plasma torch the Major had handed him moments before.
“The tray of instruments before you, are all set to lower settings than the tools I have in front of me. The torch you are holding, for example, is set to level 2. While this one,” Govan added, holding up his own torch, “…is set to level 5. You will do exactly as I say with whatever instrument I chose, or I will do it instead, and as you can well imagine, I will cause much greater damage and pain.”
The Commodore’s husband refused to look at either Govan or the younger doctor, but instead fixed his gaze on the ceiling, while the young human was predictably torn between causing less harm or merely witnessing greater harm. Humans were always so easy to manipulate. Either way, he would cause pain.
“The decision is yours to make, Doctor. No matter what you do, this man will be tortured until he agrees to negotiate with his wife on my behalf. The question is, will you be the bigger man and lessen his suffering by hurting your own pride, or, with your human pride intact, watch him suffer far greater pain. Make your choice.”
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Post by loganbyrne on Aug 27, 2007 6:06:50 GMT
Monitoring the communications between the Commodore and Tovan, Byrne comm ed Fox to the Bridge. Using the modified pallet system, they created a positional holographic display in the Conference Room.
"Commander Byrne to Commodore, I have an idea. Once Lt. Tovan, sorry Lt. Commander Tovan is aboard, seeing he will get here first... Once he is fitted with a clean bill of health by Dr. Caldwell, I need you to meet myself and Commander Fox in the Conference Room on the Mercury Module. Using Dr. D'Angelo's research on the Vulcan/Romulan minds, I have a feeling Commander Tovan can be used to mind-meld and be used as a kind of divining rod. With your permission of course. We need you back ASAP."
Turning to the confused Lt. to his right, Logan explained the use of such a rod in the twentieth century as a way to find water in a desert.
Taking in the information about Tovan's shuttle he recognized the fire signatures as Breen. Calling up the past records of this sector, he realized that this was some of the factions that collaborated during the Dominion War.
"Ensign, I want a political map of this sector on the screen now. I think I know what is going on.Commander Byrne to all of the crew of the Mercury, prepare for emergency docking procedures. We will be hard-docking with the Discordia first and the Minerva quickly after."
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Post by marco on Aug 27, 2007 23:35:00 GMT
Marco looked at the bound Doctor. Jatan looked upward, neither looking at he nor Govan. The decision was obvious. If he were to use the plasma torch on his compatriot, he could easily avoid any arteries or veins that were life threatening. Major Govan, on the other hand, seemed pleasured by pain... and having no medical background, could easily kill Jatan even if it weren't his intention.
Fumbling with the torch as a stalling tactic, he finally found the switch. He didn't take too long. His puffy lower jaw didn't need to be reacquainted with the Romulan's fist.
"What exactly do you want me to do with this?" he said, regretting what he was about to do.
"His limbs. Torch his fingertips. That will be a good start."
"To what end?" Marco still didn't know what this was accomplishing. If the end result was going to be them both dying anyway, why bother with the torture? Why not grab the level 5 phase inducer and blast a vital organ.. say a heart... into a different dimension?
"Oh - you will be freed... but I want Commodore Reckus!"
"Fat chance," Marco thought, plasma torch in hand. He moved over to Jatan, barely tapping the torch's engaging mechanism. The action singed the tips of the doctor's fingertips, but he did not cry. He did not even budge. Jatan remained looking at the ceiling, ignoring the others.
"Again! but longer this time. He can't hold out forever!" the Romulan yelled.
Marco leaned over and apologized into Jatan's ear. He didn't respond. Marco flicked the switch on, and held the plasma cone to the pinky and ring finger of the doctor. Those were the least useful in terms of surgery, Marco figured. If he got out of this alive, he would still be able to perform his job.
Once again, however, the doctor didn't budge. Instead, a forcefield like glare came from where the fingertips should have been. Marco whispered into Jatan's ear. "I don't know what you did, but you better scream, or this Major is going to get really ma.." Before Marco finished, the blunt end of the Major's plasma torch hit him in the back of the head. The sudden unexpected blow took Marco to his knees. In the meantime, Govan inspected Jatan, slapping his face to insure he was alive. Jatan's breathing remained normal.
"Get that stupid look off your face. You haven't budged since you've been here. I suggest your start screaming." The experience was proving uneventful and unsatisfying to the Romulan. The doctor wasn't showing visible signs of pain.
Govan moved the doctor's head so that he was looking directly into his eyes. "You will answer me when I talk to you."
Marco was regaining his senses, still on his knees with his hands holding his face. The last blow had caused a bit of tinnitus, and coming to grips with it was proving to be a difficult task. Standing up, still clutching his head, he slowly moved toward the level 5 table. The Romulan was positioned in such a manner he could see the young doctor, however, and whipped around. "Don't get any ideas! He yelled."
Marco, however, was still trying to get his balance. He swayed from side to side as the Major continued lecturing Jatan, backhanding him across the doctor's motionless face.
The Major fired up his level 5 plasma torch. "I've had enough of you. I'll finish you, and get to your wife some other way."
Marco stood helpless, dizzy, and dumbfounded as the Romulan pressed the certainty of death into Jatan's neck.
"How long are we to keep the ghost figures around?" the bridge-hand officer asked his Romulan ship-mate. The science console blinked the equivalent of 5 minutes and 45 seconds.
"I think he said five minutes, then rotate. We want to leave just enough time for Starfleet's sensors to lock on, then move it."
The console blinked red. "Starfleet has found our holographic image. Modulate the frequency and impose a new image. This time imitate the life-sign of the baby." The Romulan's voice sounded nervous. Starfleet had locked onto the ghost image of Jatan quicker than the previous image. This ruse would not work for much longer.
"Phase modulation complete. The projection of Jatan has ceased. We are now projecting the image and lifesigns of the Romulan child." He punched a few more buttons, and the indicators stopped their flashing. "They've lost the connection. I am rotating the harmonic frequency of the projection. It should help keep them busy for awhile.
"I'll notify Major Govan that we are limited in time."
=/\=Bridge to Major Govan =/\= He waited for a reply.
Marco's level 2 plasma torch was no match for the Romulan's, but the younger D'Angelo was much quicker than the older Govan. That, and the confusion of his captive disappearing in front of him caught him off guard. The plasma torch nicked the Major's ankle, doing enough damage to have him fall to the floor.
Marco headed for the door.
=/\= Bridge, get security to the research lab, immediately. A prisoner has escaped. =/\= Someone was going to pay for this. Govan realized that his interrogation secret had backfired when his other plot to thwart the Vesuvius had interfered. Still, the imbeciles he left in charge would be left to pay.
Marco was clear down an unfamiliar hall before he saw the first security guard, who fired a phaser shot in his direction. The shot completely obliterated the computer screen behind him, missing his head by inches. Marco ran the opposite direction, hearing the familiar hum of the child's stasis chamber he had set up hours earlier. He knew he was near the medical facility, and ran inside.
The nurse inside was surprised, scared, and jumped to grab the nearest phaser in the bank above the office desk. Marco, still somewhat wobbly on his feet, lunged and grabbed it before she could. He shot toward the door, causing the doors to close when the shot hit the locking mechanism. It was a lucky shot, and the intent was only to hit a guard or two to give himself a chance. His pursuers pounded and blasted at the door, but it was no use. They would need to manually override to get in.
The protein synthesizer fired up immediately. The power shunt was still active. The nurse huddled in the corner, without much fear on her face, but without being proactive about the situation either.
"HAHA!" Marco laughed maniacally. The precursor the baby's cure was the synthesase that dissolved the bacteria. It dissolved it too well in fact. So well, that topical application, or a release into the ship, would cause immediate burning of the lungs, and eventually death. Since the synthesase protein was new, the ship's system's would not detect it. They would need him alive.
The doors to the sickbay opened. The baby was in the stasis chamber, a nurse was huddled behind the desk, and Marco stood with phaser and hypospray in hand, huddled behind the baby's forcefield, explaining to the security guards his intentions if anyone were to approach. One security guard fired, and Marco let the hypospray spray into the nearest ventilation shaft.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2007 19:04:14 GMT
~Romulan Vessel~ At first Jatan held himself perfectly still, as Marco was forced to use a level 2 plasma torch on his fingers. It certainly was agonizing but Jatan used all control he had been taught to keep himself from crying out. Instead, he focused on the on how beautiful the ceiling looked in different imaginated patterns.
Then, suddenly there was more agony as Govan pressed down the level 5 torch against his throat. He screamed at the top of his lungs, expelling precious air as the torch burned right through his skin. He felt blood trickling down his throat as he struggled to breathe, and finally lapsed into unconsciousness. But not, before he heard Govan call in Marco's escape and a smile appeared on his face in satisfacton. At least one of them would get out of this alive.
~Vesuvius~ "Get a lead on that trace!" Sonak snapped at her young chief engineer, even startling Logan with her outburst, "it is taking long enough already. Commander Martens would have found them hours ago!"
She had gone too far, and she knew it even as she spoke the words. "Commander Martens is no longer chief engineer," Thorad pointed out coldly, his antennae twitching in anger. "That was uncalled for commodore, and you know it. Ensign James is doing everything he can, and he is doing very well for someone so fresh out of the academy."
Sonak nodded, but said nothing further on the subject. Instead she just gazed at the viewscreen, before suddenly collapsing, pressing her hand against her throat, struggling to breathe. Immediately, Thorad was at her side, helping her back to her seat. "Are you all right ma'am?" the Andorian asked, concern making way for his anger.
The Vulcan shook her head as she took a few deep breaths. "Jatan is injured," she breathed, "I could not get anything before but I definately feel his pain now." She squinted, focusing on the pain this time, using it as her beacon in the darkness. "Ensign James, focus the transporter on the co-ordinates I am now sending to you. Use a wide beam transporter fix and lock on everyone you can get a fix on!" She tapped the console next to her seat, sending the co-ordinates at which she thought her mate was being held, to engineering."
She felt the bump of both Discordia and Merury redocking with Minerva even as her module decloaked to receive them. "Bridge this is Caldwell. I've got Doctors Reckus and D'Angelo. D'Angelo looks a bit shaken but otherwise fine, but your husband..." The young doctor trained off, knowing his CO didn't want to hear this just now.
"Do what you can for them doctor," Sonak answered mildly. She wanted nothing more than to get to sickbay, but her place was on the bridge. "Logan, your briefing will have to wait. Report to Minerva and take Commander Tovan with you. We still have a baby, four nurses and several diplomats to rescue."
She glared at the screen, then offered Thorad a smile. "Ensign James, well done!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2007 20:20:03 GMT
Things were going wrong, very wrong, very fast. The Major’s ankle was singed, nothing more, but the actual damage caused was far greater. The younger doctor was gone, even as the older one sputtered for air, and the Vesuvius was getting closer and closer to locating them. He had failed, spectacularly failed. And this was followed by the worst news yet; he was receiving an encrypted hail, unknown source. Govan knew very well what that meant.
Tossing the torch onto the deck and moving towards the nearest office, he received yet another hail indicating that the younger doctor had caused more trouble and released something into the air. Fortunately, it had been stopped fairly quickly, only spreading to a few rooms. The baby was protected within the stasis unit, but everyone around her was growing sicker, including Tamir.
And, as a last and final slap in the face, the two doctors had just been beamed to the Vesuvius. Things were coming down all around the Major, and he was powerless to stop it. There was no time left.
Activating the monitor, Govan’s worse fears came true in the form of an older Romulan officer, glaring angrily through the screen. “It’s over Echal. This mission has been a disastrous failure. You have accomplished nothing, NOTHING I ordered you to do!” the man raged.
Govan didn’t flinch, merely nodded. Words would not save him now. “What would you have me do now, Sir?” he asked submissively.
“The only thing you can do. Terminate the project. Kill everyone and beam their bodies to the Vesuvius. Then drop out of warp and remain motionless until out of sensor range. Then return to report to me. See if you can handle that.” the man taunted menacingly before closing the channel.
Swallowing nervously, Govan turned from the screen. It really was over, his career, his life; he was as good as dead now. There was a slight chance with his record he would be allowed to live, but his reputation was gone forever. Turning solemnly from the screen, the Major knew what he had to do next if he had even the slightest chance of remaining in any type of service of the Empire.
And the first thing that had to be done was kill the baby. It was his only chance. Activating the transporter systems and initiating a site to site, Govan watched emotionlessly as the child materialized on the floor with the doll that looked like him. She was started at first but grinned widely when she saw him and held up her arms to be picked up. Govan winced trying desperately not to look at her.
Removing the disrupter from his side, the Romulan aimed it at her, willing himself to be through with it once and for all. But he couldn’t. Dropping to his knees, Govan continued training the weapon the child, but she merely giggled and stretched out her tiny fingers to trace the edge of the disruptor showing no fear.
Knowing that it was now really and truly over, Govan hurled the weapon across the room and picked up the tiny girl who had ruined him, unsure of what to do next. It was quite clear now, he couldn’t kill her, but then killing the others would be a waste of time. Letting one live was equal with letting them all live.
And Govan could only think of one option that would work.
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“Are all the prisoners assembled?” Govan asked as he entered observation room one, carrying the child.
“Yes, Sir.” a guard responded with a grin, obviously expecting a killing spree.
Not even bothering with the lights or the holographic wall, Govan entered the holding cell where the diplomats and remaining nurses all stood anxiously awaiting their fate. Normally this was when the Major would make a speech, but he wasn’t in the mood. He merely raised his disruptor and fired, causing one after another to disappear until only the human diplomat remained, the baby’s father.
Rick, as Govan recalled his name, stood firmly, his eyes fixed on his daughter. Crossing the room and handing the man his child, Govan discretely dropped quick kiss onto her forehead and whispered, “Take care of her for me.”
The confusion on the man’s face was evident as Govan backed up, raised his disruptor and fired a single shot, removing the final two “prisoners” from sight. Turning on the heel of his boot, the Major strode purposefully from the room directly to his quarters. There was only a short amount of time before it became clear that the disrupter had initiated transport to the Vesuvius and not vaporized any of them. Upon arriving in his room, the pile of baby toys spread out on the floor seemed to mock him; however, Govan merely gathered them up before firing the modified disruptor at the pile. The girl would never remember him, but she could at least keep the toys he’d replicated for her. As one last act, the Major tapped into the transporters, locked onto Tamir, and beamed her aboard the Vesuvius. At least that royal pain of a doctor could save her life and get her home to her family.
Throwing the disruptor on the floor next to another one, Govan pondered whether he wanted to eat anything and found the answer was no. He simply wasn’t hungry. Finally collapsing in a chair, the Major realized there was no use wasting any more time, grabbed a disruptor, and turned it on himself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2007 19:26:07 GMT
Rick stood frozen, almost fearing as though this was some sort of horrible and sick joke. He cradled his daughter close to him, allowing her to hold the Govan-doll as she seemed very fond of it. Wide-eyed, he stared at Govan as the Romulan leveled his disruptor at him. Before, he'd seen his friends get shot at and dissolve; he didn't want to die but he didn't want to beg either.
~take care of her?~ he wondered, as he steeled himself for the enivitable, the pain if there was any. ~how am I to take care of a baby when I'm dead?~ He watched as the Romulan pulled the trigger, saw the beam shoot towards him and his daughter, then find himself standing in the middle of a starfleet bridge.
"What?" he started, even as medical officers rushed toward him and guided him to the nearest seat. It was just as well as his legs felt like they were made of rubber. He turned to see where the commanding officer of this vessel was, then caught sight of the plaque that was attached to the wall next to the main turbolift. "USS Vesuvius-A," he read, his voice no more than a whisper. This was just too good to be true. "Mareen, look where we are," he called, drawing the Klingon's attention.
The Klingon nodded, an odd smile on her face. She was tending to the other surviving diplomats, though that weren't that many. "I know," she answered, before turning her back on the human.
Sonak watched her brother from a slight distance, overjoyed to see him alive and well. She had just received news that her mate and the chief medical officer, along with his nurses were also rescued and were being tended to in secondary sickbay. Working up the courage, she walked up to him, and hugged her younger brother before everyone else. "There is someone here that you should see," she said, then led her brother into her readyroom, where Elanna was waiting.
The young Romulan woman rushed up to her husband, wrapping her arms tightly around him, catching their baby between them. "She should be brought to sickbay," Elanna whispered between kisses, "she's very ill."
Sonak nodded her confirmation. "Elanna, please take Rick to sickbay and tell Caldwell he has a cure to finish. If D'Angelo is able, he needs to assist. He will want to get back to work anyway, regardless of what Caldwell says. I have a ship to get back to starbase, after I thank the Romulans for their assistance in getting our diplomats back. It is very unfortunate the Romulan delegates were the first to be killed. Our condoleances will be extended to their families."
Rick nodded and the couple exited the readyroom and the bridge. "Commander Tovan, set course back for Bellicose," she ordered. However, before she could, a male Romulan appeared on the bridge, collapsing almost immediately.
"That's him!" Mareen snarled, but caught herself before she could charge him. "That's our tormentor, that vile honourless..."
"That is enough!" Sonak snapped, kneeling beside the unconscious Romulan. She gently touched his cheek, examining him. "He tried to turn his disruptor on him, but how did he end up here?" She tapped her combadge. "Doctor D'Angelo, I need you to attend to a special patient. He will be under guard and restrained, but you will treat him as any other patient. Understood?" She nodded towards Thorad, who efficiently beamed the Romulan commander to sickbay.
"If anything, he will answer for his deeds," she scowled as she returned to her seat. She ignored Logan's worried glance in her direction. "ETA to Bellicose?" she finally asked, once everyone settled down to their designated tasks.
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Post by fox on Aug 30, 2007 12:06:26 GMT
Fox was glad when he got the message that all the diplomats and kidnapped Vesuvius had been returned to the ship and ceased his attempts to locate the "hidden" vessel. Tho he still wondered how the vessel had been able to hide from everything they'd tried to locate it. A tachyon grid would have worked, but not with this amount of vessels present.
He walked over to another console and pressed a few buttons, saving all the recorded sensor data. "When i've got spare time i can always look over this to see if we missed something." he thought and closed the file.
Then he turned around "time to stop for the night." he thought and walked to the exit of the lab he was in and headed for his quarters.
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Post by tovan on Aug 31, 2007 6:20:22 GMT
Tovan was glad that his important information was unnecessary. In his time away, he had discovered the code for the cloak of the Romulan vessel, but the Commodore already had a way to find the Warbird. That and a little help from the Romulan major was enough to rescue the hostages. It was slightly disappointing that nothing positive had come from his ordeal, but self-questioning was illogical. As he waited to rendevous again with the rest of Vesuvius, he recalled the last few days...
Tovan had been kidnapped by his once bondmate, T'Nel, and her new Romulan allies. A Vulcan of noble blood, she had objected to having been abandoned for the kolinahr, and refused to mate with her new bondmate. Renouncing Vulcan society, T'Nel had defected to the Romulan Star Empire, and conspired to kidnap Tovan, to retake his place at her side. Tovan, of course, had refused, and, many torture sessions later, had found a way to escape, by reconfiguring his manacles to short out the forcefield holding him. He had managed to get to a shuttle and escape, but not before it was discovered and damaged, and T'Nel had hailed him before her Romulan allies forced to her to abandon her ex-bondmate, vowing to eventually have Tovan. Tovan had what humans would call a hunch, that he had not seen the last of his former betrothed...
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alex
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Post by alex on Sept 1, 2007 14:58:34 GMT
As Alex pressed his combadge he said β Alex to captain I have found the position of the ship.β <Tag captain> then he saved the position of the ship to the computer under the mission file and typed in the name: Position of diplomat ship.
As Alex looked at the clock he found it was 16:00, which was 2 hours after his shift so he went to the mess hall for a 2 hour late lunch, then after that he went to the holodeck to finish his project. So now he had 54 minutes till he would be ready to eat supper. So he went to sickbay to check on things down there. After arriving he looked and everything and ran diagnostics he found a few things out of order but they were all easy fixes so he did them himself. βAlex to captain sick bay is back to full efficiency.β He said <tag captain> then he went back to his room and started working on a paper, which he had 40 min. to do.
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