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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2007 21:04:59 GMT
Warrant Officer First Class Darian Ako wandered through the dimly lit corridors of the starbase, feeling his way along the red illuminated passages of the lower decks. He had been doing a filing report on a salvage find when the lights had gone out, and the power had failed in general. He had then spent over an hour trying to get the doors open so that he could leave his office. For a station of almost 70000, the deck was surprsingly desolate, especially on the grounds that they were obviouly in the middle of a crisis. Mind you, the lower decks were for engineering and flight personnel only, and rarely did anyone else venture this far down. He found his way to the cargobay, where he knew the slavage team had been working earlier. He hoped and prayed that they would still be here.
The door was already part way open, and Darian squeezed through. There, he saw two bloodied corpses lying on the floor, beside an unusual box that the salvage team must have brought in. He tried to run to them, but was suddenly overcome with an itching, as if millions of mites were infesting his skin. He tried to scratch, but as he did so his vision blurred, and he collapsed into a seizure. Everything went blank.
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He awoke and he could smell them. The stench of fear rank upon them, even from this distance away. His skin was now pale, and his eyes red pinpricks in a see of jet black, his voice degenerated into a rasping growl, and he could see, and smell, and hear everything around him. He would find them and kill them all. Good sport was to be found on the upper decks, where thousands had crammed, but that was too dangerous. Many had been trapped below decks, and they were far easier prey. Leaping almost ten feet into the air, he ripped a vent cover from the wall and scurried along the shaft, heading upwards. A little way along, he felt someone behind him, and e spun around, snarling back at the great cat behind him. They sniffed each other, and finding themsleves akin, stalked past each other, each content to find different prey.
Below him, he could hear the movement of people, and he could smell their arms. He waited until he was above the middle of the column, and then removed the grate, dropping down amongst them. An ensign was the first one struck, thrown with ease into the tow women at the front. Next came a marine, whose rifle was knocked from his hand, and whose throat was bloodily impaled on the laser scalpel he had been carrying. As the others levelled their weapons to fire, he leaped back into the shaft, dodgin the fire, and deciding to stalk them from further afield.
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Post by fox on Oct 18, 2007 7:12:29 GMT
Ok then. Commanders Byrne and Fox, I believe this may fall into your area of expertise. Internal sensors would be nice, as would communications, and lights when you've got a minute.
Fox nodded and immediately walked to one of the control panels, as did Byrne. Fox touched his panel, it activated, but the backlight was dimmed, making it hard to read. After he did he looked at Byrne. "I don't understand. The core is still running as it should." Byrne nodded confirming these readings. "Something chose a picked target to cause all of this."
Again Fox looked at Byrne "But the backup systems should take over shouldn't they?" Again Byrne nodded "but..." he replied "there are always some single points of failure."
Tapping on his panel Fox announced "Trying to reroute some power." The lights in the room became slowly brighter. "Working on censors and communication too. But that will be harder."
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Post by marco on Oct 18, 2007 22:20:36 GMT
Byrne flinched when the masking tape came out into the open.
"Hey - at least it isn't duct tape!" Marco said, replying to the complete freak out that Logan had while camping in regards to the fix-all substance of yester-year. Logan was not amused, and Doctor D'Angelo went back to his work with Doctor Abernathy.
"As for my field hospital..." Marco opened his arms wide as if to inspect his person for hidden instruments. "Oh - that's right, I didn't grab anything because we were too concerned with guns and saving people that didn't need to be saved!" The tone probably didn't sit well with anyone, but he had no one to impress. Not anymore. Wong's clear over-jealous state was enough to let Marco know the old fashioned way... Man-o y Man-o... what was going on between himself and the beautiful Doctor. She wasn't his type anyway, he decided. Yeah! Who would want to be with someone in a profession so close to your own. No wonder she likes Wong - she can be the brains of the relationship.
Kidding himself into being satisfied with his conclusion, he started grabbing whatever equipment they could find. He had, even though he made a big show of having nothing, brought some supplies with him. It was quite obvious they were going to be needed, with the fuzzball monster roaming the base.
"Grab the med-kit on the wall over there." He shouted to an officer standing in the shadows. The emergency light that normally glowed around the kit had been destroyed by something, and it wasn't immediately obvious where it was. Marco happened to see it past his gaze at Doctor Abernathy; Katie Abernathy, that is. He saw no reason to hold formalities at this point.
He worked diligently, sweating due to the malfunctioning temperature controls aboard the Starbase. He wasn't the only one, and the heat was slowly becoming a major drawback to sealing themselves into their location. Katie pulled her hair from her wetted face, placing it into a quick pony-tail. Marco was glad he was over her, or he would not be able to resist the site; the site of Doctor Abernathy.
"Everything is set - bring the patients over here." He felt silly saying patients, but found no better word. "We are able to help them now... Where is the marine with the large cut on his neck?" He asked Wong, who turned to regain order in the frenzy to seal off the room. Abernathy had come prepared with more supplies, not having to have helped with the assault as Marco was required to. Marco envied her ability to work diligently in the heat. Even though he was a strong and able body, he found his mind wandering. If it wandered to thoughts of her, he chose to dive into his work. He was over her.
"The hypospray I have should counteract the swelling... but we have no way of actually diagnosing the problem," Marco said to the marine, who was suffering from what appeared to be an elevated core temperature from the feline-like scratch. "The fever will go down too"
Hmm hmm hmm-hmm... Marco hummed as he gave the hypospray. He found working his trade to be relaxing after all. Everyone looked in wonder at the strangely perky mood Marco showed. Abernathy stared as well. Marco noticed, but of course he didn't care about that anymore. Honest.
"All set, sir. Take two sonic showers and call me in the morning." The joke making came off sad in the morbid surroundings... Death had occurred a few times in the last day or so, and Marco was cracking up- or so it seemed. In reality, Marco just learned to accept his fate. Similar to accepting the fact that Abernathy would never want to be with a man like him... especially with Wong around. That didn't matter, of course, to Marco. He had a job to do.
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Post by anthonyan on Oct 19, 2007 3:11:10 GMT
As the trio neared the top hatch, Ensign An heard Commander Rose retrieving from memory, “hassium…meitnerium…darmstadtium…roentgenium…ununbium…ununtrium…ununquadium…” He thought that maybe he should stop singing but he did not want to do anything to distract the women from their climb. He took the occasional look down to admire how high they rose.
The two senior officers opened hatched and climbed up and into the Jefferies tube juction followed closely by their ensign. An shadowed his eyes as a blinding light bathed over them. He saw Larok standing over them with both his palm light and phaser trained on them.
“Commodore it is agreeable to see you again.” Larok said. “Squad stand down and secure the perimeter. Ma’am, we are at your command.”
It took a few seconds for An’s eyes to adjust to the new brightness of the corridor. A squadron of marines filled the junction, all either pointing their palm-lights and mounted rifle-lights up or down the tube. Light bounced all over the bulkheads. “Least we know the enemy knows where we are,” An muttered to himself, “we’re sitting ducks.”
“Larok, bring up the front with half of your detachment. The other half will bring up the rear with Ensign An,” ordered Commodore Reckus. A solider handed the ensign a phaser-rifle. Almost instinctively, An rapidly inspected the power pack, energy cell, prefire chamber, rapid nadion pulse, emission aperture, discharge crystal, and the beam control assembly. He ran his finger over the safety interlock and checked the sight. Everything seemed to be ready to go.
An only killed once, back when he was aboard the Dark Knight. He knew he had no other choice at the time considering he was protecting his younger brother more then he was the Knight’s crew. Though his brother was armed, as was the Knight’s crew with various alien knives and phasers, only his brother needed defended.
The ensign pushed away the old memories of his younger days and focused on the current situation. He swept his eyes over the interior when he caught green eyes reflecting in a dark corner. The security chief leveled his rifle toward the eyes and called out, “someone’s watching us…” as he pulled the trigger. His rifle quaked with the bluish-white pulse blast.
It was too late; whatever it was was mid-air during his alert. An smelled singed fur before feeling his shoulder flesh ripped open. An bit his lip to keep from calling out as he was thrown into the female officers. While sitting dazzed, he looked over his right shoulder and found smeared blood on the bulkhead.
One of Larok's marines screamed ahead of him as all the lights scattered in random directions and hit the floor. “Everyone all right?” the commodore called out, “teams report. I want to know who is still with us. Marines, take care of your fallen!” An took off the top layer of his uniform and used it to hold back the bleeding. When the initial reports died down, An called out to the commodore, “Ma’am, something tore up my shoulder pretty bad.”
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Post by loganbyrne on Oct 19, 2007 4:08:43 GMT
As Byrne created a link to establish a temporary junction for the station's energy, he kept an open tricorder tracking the saboteur.
Keeping Fox busy, Logan was able to re-route enough power to engage the power to the umbilical docking area to unload some of the ship's crews. Using the comm-badges, he was able to rig a temporary comm system to allow tracking of the marines.
Using his bag of tricks, he was able to access a hidden system within the Engineering Labs and attach a ion-driven generator to focus power to the area in which D'Angelo and refugees were located, aiding them in their escape.
Excusing himself, Byrne donned his repel gear and entered an adjacent Jefferies Tube. Looking in, he found a shear drop. Gazing upward with his wrist-mounted flashlight, he found set of handholds going up-wards into the darkness. Attaching his gear bag to his back, he slowly ascended into the unlit shaft.
Every 5 meters, he kept checking his organically linked screen to see if he could either spot the Commodore, or raise the Vesuvius. After about 30 minutes of climbing, he received an echo response from the Vesuvius. The ship was located istill locked into the station arms, but it seemed that the ship was unreachable with the power out.
Knowing that his site to site mini-transporter was useless, he relayed the info back to Fox and the crew of the Olympia to possibly aid them to avoid another impact.
Upon reaching the docking habitat, he used all of the manual hatches to reach the trapped crew in the upper levels.
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Post by David Tan on Oct 19, 2007 10:02:50 GMT
The eerie green hue gave everything an almost surreal look. The ear-piece he was wearing was annoying him, but it was necessary if he wasn't to be overheard ..
"Computer." he said, linked directly to the Olympia, "Increase range to one hundred meters .. Scan for life-signs."
"Range increased .. There are two life-signs withing range." the ship told Tan.
"Can you identify life-signs ?"
"One human .. Identified as Captain Steven Smith .. Readings indicate he is unconscious .. One Unknown life sign .. They are four point six meters apart .. Distance .. Ninety three meters."
David was now more worried, if the unknown entity was so close to the Captain, and it was the cause of all this, why wasn't it going after Smith .. Tan was weighing up his chances of getting back into the tunnel, and behind the twenty centimeter thick air-lock door once he could get to the Captain .. But he needed the way clear, and at present, it wasn't ...
He tried to peer through the green light, hoping to see beyond the bend in the corridor .. 'Thats not going to happen' he thought wryly .. Then he began to slowly edge along the bulkhead ..
He almost leapt out of his skin when the computer suddenly broke the silence ..
"New life-sign .. Female .. Distance .. Forty nine meters."
David needed to let her know not to head toward the unknown, but the computer made that point moot ..
"Unknown alien is advancing on new life-sign .. Forty meters .. Twenty meters .. Five meters ......"
The scream was blood curdling .. There was a sound, almost like a massive cat screeching, then the girl gave one last pitiful scream before falling silent ..
David tried to meld with the bulkhead, he was terrified .. Whatever this thing was, it was killing for killings sake. It had murdered the girl and with a wail of success, had begun to move away once more .. But then it seemed to 'sense' something, or someone else .. It halted ..
"Unknown is now stationary .. Fifty seven meters." the computer said helpfully.
"Distance now fifty two meters."
Tans heart jumped into his mouth .. 'Coming this way' he thought, frantic .. Then he remembered the tunnel .. He began to edge backward .. The tunnel was only ten meters away when the Alien began it's run .. So did David !
He could now hear the 'claws' almost scrabbling and straining for grip on the alloy deck-plates .. He reached the tunnel and slammed his fist against the air-lock activation pad .. The massive door began to slide shut .. Seemingly taking for ever .. He un-slung the phaser rifle and made sure it was on it's maximum setting, then moved away from the lock and waited .. Heart pounding in his chest ...
It didn't take long for the alien to reach the 'lock, but it's sheer speed make it overshoot the doorway .. It skidded past, screeching in frustration .. Tan would never forget the view he got .. Green fur, in the light of the night-vision goggles, fangs, and massive claws flashed past the entrance to the tunnel .. He could hear deck plates and bulkhead tearing as the alien spun round to get to the door .. Tan fired blindly through the diminishing gap, not that he would have hit anything, other than burning several holes in the opposite wall, but adrenalin was flowing now and he needed a release ..
The air-lock door finally slammed shut, barely a second later there was a deafening thud, as the alien slammed into it ...
Six times the door took the full force of it's fury .. It was almost incensed that it couldn't reach it's prey .. But something, or someone must have made an easier target. With a look of pure evil at Tan, through the small air-lock window, it moved away ..
David didn't dare go to the plexi-glass port .. For a moment he stood looking at the window, then his legs gave way and he slumped to the floor, his back against the wall ...
Thankful he was safe, or at least for now, he still needed to get to the Captain, unconscious and almost one hundred meters away ..
It was in that moment of relief that he was safe, that he inexplicably wondered 'why' the alien hadn't massacred Smith ..........
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Post by Crystal Rose on Oct 19, 2007 10:06:41 GMT
It seemed that everyone agreed they were heading to the computer core Crystal sort of faded into the background as she kept an eye on the screen of her tricorder. She liked the Vesusivus crew but she didn't know them as she did the Olympia's, still when this was over she suspected she would know these people very well indeed.
"There is not just only me," She heard Sonak say to her CTSO "Commander Rose needs protection as much as I do. Besides, I am certain we can take care of ourselves. Can we not, commander?" Crystal had regained enough of her equilibrium to smile at the Vulcan's words. She knew she wasn't a fighter by nature but she wasn't going to give up. "I think we're doing pretty well so far." was the only comment Crystal made.
"Our main concern is finding the rest of the crew and powering up the station. We have heard screams down the corridor earlier and we have come across a corpse. Or at least, I have." Once upon a time Crystal would have been badly affected by hearing about such a death, but not now it made her angry more than scared. She did know that if it had been her who had discovered the body she would not have remained as calm as Sonak had. "Someone is murdering the station staff..." Now that worried Crystal, as far as she was aware all bar one of her staff had been on Bellicose when the power went out and some of them had families.
The party moved off down the corridor they did not get far. The was a scream and something white flashed past them. Crysta threw herself out of the way narrowly avoiding being hit by a thrown Ensign An. Shel retained enough presence of mind to keep her head down as the others started firing and to track the figure until with tremendous athleticism he/she/it threw themselves up to a hatch cover and disappeared.
"Everyone all right?" Sonak called out, "teams report. I want to know who is still with us. Marines, take care of your fallen!" Crystal replied that she was fine as she got to her feet. It appeared one of the marines was down and Ensign An was bleeding. Crystal swallowed hard.
While the marines tended to their fallen comrade, who's name Crystal didn't know. A store room was located giving Crystal and Sonak the chance to change out of their going to dinner clothes. "I'm not sure that' I'm ever going to want to dress for dinner again" Crystal said as they changed. Crystal located a bag that she put her handful of things from the science lab into as well as collecting a few interesting oddments off the storeroom shelves. She had a feeling that some improvisation was going to be needed on her part.
Clad in a battered crewman's jumpsuit that fitted pretty well and was certainly more practical for running around in Crystal rejoined the group.
"Move out," the Vulcan commodore ordered, nodding to Larok to once again take the lead and get them to the computer core.
Crystal was staring at the readings she had taken during the attack She had never seen anything like them and neither had a the tricorder.
"It seems," Crystal said "That our attack was a male Trill, however several of my readings were a long way off the scale."
(Sonak / Larok / An)
It did not take the group long to reach the first of the containment doors. Crystal gave a slightly dark smile, she was feeling a bit better now. "The good news is it isn't actually containing anything. The bad news is that is isn't going to be contain anywhere with the power out. So I guess we could try to acess a manual override for it, cut through it or simply go round via the ducts." She swallowed slightly as she said the last option.
(Sonak / Larok / An)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2007 20:32:41 GMT
"It seems," Crystal said "That our attack was a male Trill, however several of my readings were a long way off the scale."
"A male Trill," Sonak repeated, looking thoughtful. "I am not aware of any male Trill's being assigned here, but it has been a long time since the Vesuvius last docked at Bellicose. He could have come from Raven or Majesty, or any other visiting vessel." They walked on, Laron and his marines bringing up the front, while the injured An took up the rear. Soon they reached one of the containment doors, that were obviously locked.
"The good news is it isn't actually containing anything. The bad news is that is isn't going to be contain anywhere with the power out. So I guess we could try to acess a manual override for it, cut through it or simply go round via the ducts." Crystal suddenly spoke.
"If you are up to attempting to break through it commander, please do so," the Vulcan commodore ordered, as she walked back to An and forced him to sit down. "Larok, guard her back while she works, have your marines assist if she requires assistance."
As Larok responded, Sonak turned to An. "Ensign I require your tunic," she said, while stripping the young man of his uniform shirt then proceeded to rip it up in straps. "I do not have the use of a medkit at the moment. We will get you to sickbay when we can so we can have your injury sterilised and properly taken care of." She saw An wince as she tightly bound up the shoulder, thereby stopping the bleeding. "You should still have use of that hand, but I advise you not to use it too much. If that is your dominant arm, I advise you to switch to the other arm, to conserve your strength."
She wiped her blooded hands on her jumpsuit, then tucked her hair back behind her ears. "You are fortunate I am a doctor, besides being a commanding officer," she told him, smiling ever so slightly. "Commander, Lieutenant, how is that lock coming along? Any progress?"
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Post by loganbyrne on Oct 21, 2007 5:16:04 GMT
Climbing the shaft, Logan heard ominous banging and structural moaning. Reaching the upper levels, he heard a commotion coming through on of the bulkheads. Pulling his rifle, he slowly positioned himself with his back against the wall and pulled his baton and tapped against the bulkhead.
Positioning his rifle, he awaited a response. Doing another two-three tap, he heard the same response from the other side. Pulling out his torches, he proceeded to cut through the bulkhead and repositioned his harness to get him pulled through the hole.
Gathering his gear, he stood up and saluted his what appeared to be his commanding officer. Scanning the room, he realized that this just one of the many female Vulcans aboard the base and knew that this was going to be a short stay.
Checking his organic-screen again, he noticed that the Vesuvius was getting closer to the station keeping arms. "Fox, we have another problem, beside our predator. I need to find a way to get you and and Wong to get the Vesuvius from crashing into the station. She is in a degrading orbit and I could do it, but I would need more parts from the Engineering R&D labs" stated Byrne.
Opening his backpack, he started distributing weapons to the command staff. Pulling out his newly found quad-corder, he used the EPS interlink in the main communication panel to re-route power to the room for additional rounds for their weapons and temporary medical supplies for the wounded.
Gearing up again, Logan headed for the hole in the wall, mentioning that this was a way for only the people that could be expendable from the party. Climbing back into the shaft, he rigged a safety harness to repel back down to the lower levels of the Engineering section.
As he repelled, he noticed claw marks in the bulkhead below the original hole he proceeded through. Handing his statistical monitor to Fox, he ventured a little farther and noticed that some of the EPS conduits were shattered leading to the primary cores.
Dropping down onto the secondary conduits, he proceeded to the main junction box and hacked the systems to provide Fox and Wong with necessary power to get life support and computer arrays in their area functioning.
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Post by David Tan on Oct 21, 2007 16:54:42 GMT
He listened to the alien, taking it's obvious frustration at not getting to Tan .. It thrashed and battered the air-lock door and the surrounding bulkheads for a full five minutes ..
Then, as suddenly as the pandemonium began, it went quiet .. David couldn't get off the floor for a moment, fearing the slightest sound would cause the aliens return ..
Eventually, realizing that the Captain needed his help, he got up, and slowly, gingerly, approached the plexi-glass window ...
The night-vision goggles still gave everything the eerie green glow, but he was used to it now, and was more than happy to see the corridor, in both directions, was clear ..
"Computer .. Scan my location .. How many life-signs ?"
"There are two life-signs .. Ninety seven meters and increasing .. Now outside set parameters."
"Where is Captain Smith ?"
"Captain Smith is now out of specified scanning range."
"Increase to two hundred meters."
"Unable to comply .. Maximum scanning range within the Star base is one hundred twenty meters."
So .. The Captain had either regained consciousness, and was trying to get somewhere. Or, he was still out cold and being moved by a third party ..
"Is it possible to lock onto the Captain and beam him here ?"
"Negative .." the computer informed him.
"Do you have the ability to patch into the base computer ?"
"Negative .. The Star base computer has been locked out to external sources."
David was slowly facing the fact that he was alone .. It was obvious that there were hundreds still on the base, but they may as well be in another solar system as far as Tan was concerned. His problem was, there are dozens of decks below him, and over a hundred above his present position, which way would be best ...
It was going to be the proverbial coin-toss, as he had no idea where the rest of the Olympia crew were, let alone the base personnel .. Suddenly, the computer spoke ..
"Alien life-sign detected .. Seventy four meters .. Minus twenty meters declination."
'So .. The alien is going downward' Tan thought, a grin forming now he knew just where his enemy was located .. It was two decks below the air-lock David was in, that gave him a chance to move. Either to locate the Captain, or at the very least, get to a computer terminal and see if it would be possible to patch in the Olympia's systems from the 'base ...
Grabbing the phaser-rifle, he activated the lock once again .. As the door slid silently aside, Tan ensured the Olympia could keep the door open .. He knew he may well need his escape route again before long ..........
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Post by tovan on Oct 21, 2007 19:53:41 GMT
Tovan awoke, his head pounding. The hologrid must have overloaded when power was cut, he thought to himself. But why was power out?
“Tovan to ops,” he said, tapping his combadge. Hearing no response he tried again. “Tovan to Commodore Sonak.” Still no reply. “Tovan to any crewmember.” Communications must be down, he thought.
Giving his vision time to adjust to the darkness, he then found the door and tried to open it. It steadfastly refused to open by mechanical means. He tried to open it with his hands. As he strained, a sudden shooting pain in side knocked him to the floor. He felt the area with his hands, and discovered it to be swollen, and obviously damaged. Further strenuous activity would only aggravate the condition. He knew he needed to get to sickbay, or at least find a medkit. The problem was the stubborn door.
Upon examination, he discovered that the door mechanism was undamaged, but its power had been cut. He would need an alternate source of energy. As he searched, he realized that the air had not yet grown stale, meaning life support was still operational. That meant the power was still working there as well. All he needed to do was connect them. It had been a logical step to take engineering courses in the Academy.
He quickly stripped cable from the defunct holoemitters and connected the door mechanism to the life support conduits. The door opened with a arc of sparks, and Tovan heard the fans slow and stop. No matter, he thought. He wasn’t planning on sticking around.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2007 21:02:05 GMT
Snowfall woke with a start and jumped to her feet. Apparently, she had fallen asleep when she had stopped to take a brief rest and preen her singed fur. Fur raised, claws unsheethed and fangs bared, she jumped around to all sides to see if she were alone. She had a good moment right now, where she wasn't bothered with whatever had possessed her before. She felt strange, even somewhat ill but she couldn't remember where she was or what she was doing there. She couldn't even remember where she ought to be, whether she was on or off duty.
But as quickly as she had a clear moment, just as quickly possession took over again. Growling, she jumped away, running on all fours, sniffing the air for the renegade starfleeters. She would get them, at all cost, and kill them all. They were afraid; their fear hung in the corridors like a fog would hang in the streets. Snowfall relished in the scent and the hunt, and knowing she had taken several down already, she also knew she could get the rest. First, she had scared them, now she would hunt and blood them. And once they were blooded, she would let them escape so she could hunt them again and go in for the kill.
The Sivaoan watched her prey from a short distance, watched them pause and take a rest. They were wary of her of course, but she knew now they had no idea what was attacking them in the complete darkness. Only because of her feline species could she see this perfectly in complete darkness. Baring her teeth again, she jumped down the maintenance shaft, right in the middle of the group. She pivoted on her hind leg and caught the doctor in his side with one of her claws. Hopping away, she caught another officer right in the chest, with the officer dropping dead on the deck.
Locking eyes with the marine, she knocked him aside and heard his head thump againt the bulkhead. Pivoting again, she knocked Fox aside, clawing him across his back as he fell, then she darted away again, back into the safety of the dark station. She would watch them, learn from them, give them time to recover, then move in for the kill.
There was more prey to hunt on this station. She had seen a Human alone near the docking hatches, had encountered a possessed Trill and had even spotted a lone Vulcan male.
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Post by loganbyrne on Oct 22, 2007 4:30:29 GMT
Watching his organic-screen, Byrne was stunned as he saw Fox slump against the bulkhead. Tossing a few flash-bang grenades into the room, he caught the tail end of a white blur vault into the upper air vent.
Pulling his phaser sniper rifle, he fired a volley high into the air above his fellow officers to clear the area. Snapping a couple of glow sticks, he lobbed them into the middle of the room. Pulling himself through the hole in the wall, he slowly scans the room for possible threats. Sliding close to Commander Fox, he slowly starts administrating medical help. As he sees Fox recover, Logan tosses a few anti-personnel mines across the room.
Tapping into the internal sensors for the room, Logan realized that the killer may have been one of the persons from the opposite vessel. Darned if he could remember the guest list from the Crab Shack. He knew the predator, but from where. Kicking himself mentally, he felt that being a loner didn't pay off now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2007 10:10:02 GMT
The attack happened so fast that no-one could respond.
A maintenance hatch above their heads dropped open, and the Sivoan dropped down onto them. Marco was knocked away with a blow to his side, and Munro had his chest pierced with a blood curdling screa,. As Tiberian ran forward to try and tackle the beast, he himself was knocked sideways, smashing the side of his head against the bulkhead. Fox was also knocked away before the creature leapt back to safety with a snarl.
Katie rushed forward to Tiberian who groggily attempted to regain his feet, pressing hard against the bleeding on the side of his head.
"No, no I'm fine" he yelled disorientedly, waving his phaser rifle in the air "See to the others. Check that D'Angelo and Fox are alright. Jose!"
"I'm here" the Sergeant Major called as he came running over.
"Check if anyone got any scans of that bloody creature, and then re-establish the defensive perimeter"
He dragged himself over to Katie, who was tending the lacerations on Marco's ribs. He looked down and crossed himself over Munro's tattered body.
"Is he going ot be alright Doctor" he asked.
<TAG Byrne + D'Angelo>
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Post by Crystal Rose on Oct 22, 2007 13:55:12 GMT
"If you are up to attempting to break through it commander, please do so," the Vulcan commodore ordered. Crystal nodded, breaking into a slightly strange sort of smile as she did so. This was a technical puzzle and those she good deal with, it was just a matter of not letting yourself be too distracted by the fact there was a killer on the loose. She pried an access panel of and set to work on the mass of connections inside. Larok stood beside her staring along the corridor mostly impassive.
The dim light made her work tricky but then again with the power out she didn't have to worry too much about accidentally shocking herself. One of the marines helpfully pointed a torch into the wiring somehow managing to hold the light still while simultaneously scanning all around them.
"Commander, Lieutenant, how is that lock coming along? Any progress?" Crystal looked round at the Commodore's voice. She seemed to have been tending to ensign An.
Crystal pulled a power cell from her bag, "I think I've got it," she replied. "I just need to add power."
She quickly wired the power cell into the door circuitry and hoping that the cell was actually hold a charge made the final connection. She was rewarded with a sort of groaning whir as the door started to rise. She broke into a proper smile. Some of the marines spun to face the opening gap. The small power cell ran out of charge and the door juddered to a halt at a level with Crystal's shoulder. Everyone ducked under it and continued on towards the computer core.
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Post by loganbyrne on Oct 23, 2007 3:48:32 GMT
Listening to Wong's yells, Byrne pulled out his quadcorder and retrieved the stats of the assassin. As the look on Wong's face showed a bit of shock, he knew that it could have only been the feline member of his crew, but massively transformed and more ticked off.
Aiding the major is securing the perimeter, Logan reinforced the opening in the ceiling as the medical crews attended to the fallen.
Using Fox's engineering kit, he linked his systems into the main console and reengaged the lighting and sensors. Tapping into the by-pass commands, he was able to recreate a 3-D picture on the console, showing their current position and location within the base.
Even in it's crude form, they were able to assume the distance to the docking area of the station. Dropping his sonic driver, it made a massive ping sound in the room. Looking up at Fox, he nodded as if he had a massive idea. Reconfiguring the quadcorder, Logan was able to create a doppler unit.
"Wong, Munoz, I have just rigged a low-level sonic unit. It can detect motion, but it's range is limited with this power source. About 40 meters. Not far, but will keep us ahead of what the hell is stalking us."
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Post by David Tan on Oct 23, 2007 20:54:16 GMT
He was getting frustrated .. He couldn't move too far from the air-lock, or his only means of safety would be lost ..
His plan, to find out what the hell was going on, was falling to pieces .. His Captain was either injured, or even dead by now. He'd moved, either of his own accord, or had been moved, but David knew he needed to get into the Star base and get power back, at least to the immediate decks ...
Suddenly, almost making him jump out of his skin, the Olympia's computer spoke ..
"Life sign detected .. Identified as Captain Steven Smith."
"Location !" Tan said, sitting upright for the first time in what seemed ages ..
"Sixty four point three meters .. Minus ten meters declination."
David stood up and moved to the onyx-colored computer panel that lined every corridor, and the air-lock itself ..
"Show me the location of Captain Smith."
On the panel, Tan could see his own position, and that of his Captain .. There was a Jeffries tube less than fifteen meters from the air-lock, that would get him within thirty five meters .. Opening the air-lock door, he ran to the opening. The green, night-vision image now seeming like the norm .. Taking the rungs two at a time, it occurred to him that he hadn't checked the location of the alien .. He did so, using the Olympia as his eyes and ears .. As he climbed out of the tube, he checked his bearings, then moved down the corridor ..
The Captain was seemingly Semi-conscious .. He was swaying from one side of the corridor to the other, meandering along in what could only be described as 'a daze' ....
Tan grabbed the Captain and edged him toward the Jeffries tube access ..
"This way Captain." David said, encouragingly, all the time looking oved his and Stevens' shoulders, hoping not to see anyone, or anything approaching them, "We'll be safe in a few moments ..."
It took ten minutes to get them both back and inside the air-lock once more .. Then the Captain collapsed, almost as if he knew he was safe .. But David didn't have time to let him rest .. He took out a hypo-spray, injecting the Captain .. Frowning, thinking the dose should have brought Steven round, he injected him again, with little better results .. There was nothing for it, he 'needed' to speak to the Captain .. So .. With no hesitation, he slapped Steven across the face .. Then again, this time much harder ... He was lifting his arm for another slap, when the Captain spoke ..
"I think .. The second slap .. Was sufficient David ..."
"Captain !" Tan said, "What the HELL is going on !" ..........
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 21:49:43 GMT
Steve sat up against the wall. His head was aching, so he put a hand up to it. He felt something wet, and looked at his fingers, which were now covered in blood. Steve frowned and muttered to himself, "I must be the most accident prone CO in Starfleet."
Steve looked up to David and tried to form an answer to his question....which would have been simple if he remembered what it was. He looked back at his hands again, trying to remember..suddenly it popped into his head.
"What is going on? THAT, my friend is a very good question. Considering I seem to be bleeding from my head and you have had to slap me awake, I don't think I am exactly the best person to answer that question."
Steve attempted to stand up, which didn't happen on the first try. He fell over the first time, but managed to stand on the second attempt.
"After I left you on the bridge, I headed back to the transporter room, but remembered that I needed to get a padd that I left on the bridge when I left you there. So I turned and ran back...then all of a sudden the lights went out and, well, I guess so did mine. I must have ran straight into a bulkhead or a door. I don't remember much else past that point."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 23:50:43 GMT
"If you are up to attempting to break through it commander, please do so," the Vulcan commodore ordered, as she walked back to An and forced him to sit down. "Larok, guard her back while she works, have your marines assist if she requires assistance."
Larok: Aye mam
*Master Sergent Jones approached Larok with some info.*
Gunny Jones: Sir this may sound funny but I have the same feeling that I used to get in survival training or on a long range patrol. I know Vulcans don't put much in feelings but....
Larok: Not really Gunny feelings exist we just control them, except where they might be of logical use as with this feeling of yours is....
Jones: ... we are being hunted. But I feel like we are being watched and hunted by an animal a very intelligent animal who is trying to whittle us down.
Larok: I know what you mean; as soon as we get this party to the computer core we will leave the rest of the squad for security of the group and we will do some hunting of our own. Lets move out have Marcus take point. You and I will take the rear guard keep an eye out for attacks from above.
Jones: Aye Aye sir
*Ducking through the door Larok and his squad followed the rest of the group toward the computer core.
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Post by marco on Oct 24, 2007 4:11:44 GMT
"...... Where ... am I?...." Marco's faced soured as he tried to stand. The severe pain coming from his side was more than he could handle.
Feeling his wounds, his hand came back bloody.
"I have a cauterizer. Move your hand and I'll use it. I had to wait until you woke up, to make sure I didn't shock your system into keeping you unconscious." Doctor Abernathy's instrument emitted a blue glow as the wound healed.
"There is significant swelling, and the dermal regenerator doesn't seem to fixing it." She looked perplexed.
"Munro... he .. had swelling too." Marco couldn't get his words together even though he appeared to be physically healed.
Katie turned to Wong. "There is some sort of toxin running through his body. Look at the subdermal streaks leading away from the wound." She pointed at Marco's chest as Marco clenched his teeth. He was obviously still in pain, but too distressed to emit any noise.
"I'll need better equipment if we want to know what it is... but unless you guys carry him, he's not going to be going anywhere, that's clear."
the thought of carrying another person around with the beast running loose caused Marco to cry out. "Stupid son of .." .. " already tried.. that. Just leave me here!" His comments were directed at Wong.
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Post by fox on Oct 25, 2007 13:19:07 GMT
Even in it's crude form, they were able to assume the distance to the docking area of the station. Dropping his sonic driver, it made a massive ping sound in the room. Looking up at Fox, he nodded as if he had a massive idea. Reconfiguring the quadcorder, Logan was able to create a doppler unit. "Wong, Munoz, I have just rigged a low-level sonic unit. It can detect motion, but it's range is limited with this power source. About 40 meters. Not far, but will keep us ahead of what the hell is stalking us." Fox sat down on the ground not feeling that well yet after the attack earlier. In this somewhat lighter area he noticed one of the crewman that were with them looking at him and pointing to his chest. Wondering what the crewman was pointing at he ran his hands over his chest and felt his uniform was ripped somewhat. He looked down. It just looked as if he had been scratched by claws, luckily they hadn't hit him. He smiled as he heard Byrne say they had some kind of scanner available now. At least it would mean no more sudden attacks on them. He sat back to Byrne, looking at the device. "So....." he paused " that is us i take." pointing the the middle of the device. Byrne nodded. "But what is that at the edge?" He had seen something appear and disappear again. "It might be starbase personell, or..... our attacker." Byrne answered. He pointed to a door. "Keep an eye on that door." Fox nodded pointing his phaser rifle that way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2007 20:38:04 GMT
Tiberian smiled and patted D'Angelo on the shoulder.
"I'll hand it to you doc, you've got balls. I gotta respect you for that. Don't worry, I don't plan on endangering the group by having them carry you around"
A sharp elbow to the head and D'Angelo was out cold. Katie stared at Tiberian in a moment of disbelief as he hoisted the doctor over one shoulder.
"Don't look so surprised" he said plainly as he stood, ensuring the doctor was secure, and picked up his phaser rifle. He turned to address the group. "Ok, here's what's happening. There is an emergency trauma centre about two minutes run away on this deck. It's got better equipment there for Katie to treat D'Angelo. You, the nurse from the Vesuvius" He pointed at Alice "I want you to come with us to assist. Commanders Byrne and Fox, there's a twenty man cargo elevator right at the other side of this deck. I need you to get it enough power to get it up to the upper decks of the station. I want to get to the transmitter array so we can send out an emergency distress signal. Once you've got it powered up, wait for us there. If we don't show up in about fifteen minutes, leave without us and get the transmitter working, it may be our only hope. Martinez, you and the other crewmembers stay and keep them covered" He nodded at them all and turned to face the half opened door.
"We're going to take this at a run" He said to the doctor and nurse, both of whom had procured lights, phasers and medkits "Keep your lights on and follow mine, ok. Don't fall behind"
"But there's no lights, even emergency ones out there" Katie said, a hint of panic in her voice "How will you see?"
"You forget" Tiberian smiled "I ordered the deluxe package on my new eye. It comes with an infra red mode"
He inhaled deeply and then set off at a sprint, the others following behind at the same speed. FOr a man of his athletic physique, D'Angelo was surprisingly light, and didn't add any time to the run as Tiberian weaved round corners illuminated red in his vision. The Sivoan hadn't followed them thankfully, and they arrived without incident. Laying him on the bed, Tiberian watched the door, rifle ready, as Katie and ALice did their thing. Minutes passed, but finally a groan indicated D'Angelo's improving situation. Tiberian turned and walked to the side of his biobed.
"I've given him broad toxic chelating agents, anti-pyretics and epi. I've run tox screens, but it'll be a while before I can give him a targeted treatment. Broad spec will keep him up and moving at least for the time being" Katie explained, leaning in to take more readings. Tiberian gently shook D'Angelo's shoulder.
"Hey doc, welcome back to the world of the living"
A bang, a flash, and Tiberian found himself flat on his back, blood trickling from his jaw. For a doctor, D'Angelo had one hell of a left hook. Not even questioning it, Tiberian simply pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"If nothing else, you'll thank me for this in the morning" He said wearily. A noise outside distracted him rapidly away from his pain, and he turned himself and his rifle on the half open door. The light from his rifle's torch illumnated the facfe of a young ensign in yellow.
"And who the bloody hell are you?" Tiberian asked sarcastically, the situation tiring him out with each passing second.
<Enter Ensign Sloan! Oh, and TAG Marco as well>
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2007 20:57:27 GMT
He smiled as he observed them enter the computer core chamber, watching the female Vulcan enter at the rear with an injured ensign. Survival, that was his priority, hunting, and then surviving. He prowled forwards in the vent shaft he was observing from, crossing into the vent which supplied the computer core. Normally there would be a forcefield here to prevent this, but this power cut was proving extremely useful.
He watched as the group went about their work, splitting off to work in different areas. He centred in a grate over the Vulcan woman, growling as he watched and waited. The marines fanned out more and more, checking the area, but forgetting to look up. Finally the time was right. A lone marine strayed too close to the Vulcan, and all was set.
The grate dropped, and he pounced. The ensign was kicked away as he landed, his nose breaking with a sickening crunch. The marine was wearing a grenade on his vest, and the pin was ripped from it, the marine himself being flung away with a scream. The explosion ripped apart the young man's body as he grappled with the Commodore. She was strong even for her race, but he finally gained the upper hand, pulling her in front of him with his laser scalpel to her throat, just as the marine Lieutenant and the human female came forwards, the rest of the marines at their side.
"No further" he rasped, his eyes flashing an even deeper shade of red "Throw down your arms, and re-route power to that turbolift and shuttle launch pad A5. Don't try anything, or say goodbye to your leader"
His thoughts were only of the chest in the cargobay. He knew the prey on the station were being hunted by another, he didn'tknow how he knew but he did. He knew he had to get that chest to a population centre, a planet if he could. Only then could true re-population begin.
<TAG Anyone in the computer core>
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Post by samuelsloan on Oct 25, 2007 22:18:12 GMT
The sound system in class-2 shuttles just wasn't right, Sloan considered. He'd searched the shuttle desperately for entertainment since he departed for Star base Bellicose, and found it to be an exceptionally boring craft. A limited media library, not a system in need of tweaking, and nary a star cluster or stray comet to scan or gaze at wistfully.
It seemed almost rude for Ensign Samuel Sloan to be so restless, considering his real destination: The USS Olympia. It was the Ensigns first true assignment, and as chief engineer no less. But Sam had mixed feelings. For one, he was a quirky son of a gun. A Prometheus-class starship was among the most advanced and powerful ships ever made by mankind. Conversely, it was a highly automated machine. A spit-and-bailing-wire man like Ensign Sloan saw a posting on an aging Excelsior as a true challenge. A smirk crossed his face as he realized it was mostly a passion for antiques that made that fantasy seem charming.
Secondly, Sloan remembered, there was an entire crew to meet that he knew nothing about. Oh how he'd love to be buried in rusting bicycles, buzzing power conduits, slow-running watches, and fluctuating warp field, as long as it meant he could avoid making a fool of himself. If Sam Sloan could count on himself for anything, it was deft skill in the art of engineering and obnoxiousness. Loud, gregarious, a wait-to-talk sort of man, he had never been well at keeping friends. But of course that was back in Ireland. And maybe a little bit in the academy. Now he had a chance to be a damn good engineer. And if he tried especially hard, he might not alienate his commanding officers and crewman while he was at it.
The computer chirruped, announcing his proximity to the star base. Sloan was suddenly filled with cheery anxiety. He peered at the screen, trying to make out the Olympia, but of course he was thousands of meters away. "Computer," he said aloud, "magnify." Still far off, the image of the star base grew to the size of a shoe box. "Now how about that," Sloan said to himself, awestruck. In three beautiful sections, the Olympia sat in space, coupled by thread-like umbilicals. The aft section of the Vesuvius was visible on the far side of the station. Ensign Sloan could barely contain his excitement, and ordered the computer to increase speed to full impulse. "No reason to meddle about here any longer," he said to himself. Sloan's mind turned to the priorities: settling in on the Olympia, assembling and briefing his engineering team, and finding a shop on the star base that did justice to lamb stew.
In a few minutes, he was leaving the Star base's shuttle bay. The heft of the bag hanging on his shoulder was reassuring: aside from clothes, it held a small collection of his favorite antique cameras, fountain pens, and a pocket watch. These relics were things which Sam had placed in every bunk or quarters he'd stayed in since he left Ireland. It was then, as he readjusted the bulk on his should and stepped into the promenade, that the lights flickered and then shut off.
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"Naturally," he muttered, pulling the hatch to the Jefferies tube and slipping inside. He check his phaser, set to heavy stun, and did another preliminary scan with his tricorder: the sheer bulk of duranium that made up the Bellicose, and the grand distances separating things, made scans almost worthless. But he had one place to get to, one purpose amongst the pandemonium: engineering. That's when he heard the scream: the second one. Blood curdling, and far away, a faint echo from somewhere everywhere and nowhere. He closed the hatch.
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Blood tricked from the cut in Sloan's chin, and coated the front of his uniform in a series of brownish drops and spatters. It was his own fault, and he reminded himself to be more careful next time he was crawling for his life through the bowels of a star base. He chuckled to himself then, and rose to his feet. A chatter whistled through the deck: feet on deck plating. He checked his phaser, set to kill now, and on a wide enough beam so that hopefully, he might hit that bizarre...cat next time they crossed paths. He had barely made it behind a bulkhead the first time they met. Was that the case now? Would he spend his last moments exhausting the cells in his phaser firing at white blurs?
No, the sound he heard was the clatter of boots, not claws. He walked. He scrambled, he ran, the palm lights illuminating slivers of corridor which bounced with every step, a stroboscopic effect which mated with the red emergency lights, made Ensign feel as if he were floating instead of running. Suddenly the sound of voices mixed with the clamor of his foot falls, and before he knew it he was inside an emergency medical suite: and staring into a bright star-burst of light. Sloan no longer felt like he was floating. He was most definitely standing, and directly in line with the muzzle of a phaser rifle no less.
"And who the bloody hell are you?" Said the imposing figure holding the weapon at Sloan, who picked up on the English colloquialism.
"Ensign Sam Sloan, chief engineer of the USS Olympia, god willing. I'd be sittin' pretty and ready to tell you me whole life story if you'd lower that rifle, sir." Sloan had laid on a sarcastic overabundance of his Dublin accent, a sure sign of wry relief. Finally, someone who seemed in command, Sloan thought. His eyes adjusted to the light, and he was aware of a number of others within, either staring at him or busy at a bio-bed. It was then that he realized his own phaser was pointed at the man in front of him. With a sheepish grin and a chuckle filled with more nervousness than humor, he lowered it to his side and let out an exceptional sigh. He composed himself then. "Two questions: how can I help, and what on god's green earth is goin' on?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2007 1:11:16 GMT
*As Larok entered the computer core a grate drooped from the overhead and a humanoid figure drooped from a ventilation duct right behind the Commodore, who began to struggle with the intruder but she soon lost the struggle as the intruder pressed a laser scalpel to her throat.*
"No further" he rasped, his eyes flashing an even deeper shade of red "Throw down your arms, and re-route power to that turbolift and shuttle launch pad A5. Don't try anything, or say goodbye to your leader"
Larok: Not going to happen. Not because we do not want to do as you say, but the main power feeds have been severed several decks below this one.
*Larok never lowered his phaser rifle he just slid the selector to pulse stun and fired hitting the hand holding the scalpel knocking it, the Commodore and the intruder flying in different directions. The intruder recovered very quickly and took off toward the door where he was hit by the combined phaser fire of the marine squad. Larok rushed over to the Commodore who was unconsciouses.*
Sgt Lignas: Sir you shot her.
Larok: It would seem so; I wonder how long you get in the brig for shooting your commanding officer? Trinna see to the Commodore; Gunny see if you can locate that officer and lets see if we can find out why he attacked the Commodore.
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