Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jul 18, 2007 11:55:01 GMT
Zhukarak heard the doctor rambling on about relieving the two new officers. He looked over at Matt with an expression of one that was past annoyance, he wanted to break something. Before he had the chance to respond to the doctor’s call the turbo lift doors opened up.
Zhuk didn’t know how or even cared, he was actually quite happy to see Garrett and T’Ress on the bridge. T’Ress began rambling when the turbolift doors opened up once more. In came the doctor, a presence that hardly made itself known on this bridge, a presence that Zhuk could do without at the moment.
The doctor began explaining why he deemed these two officers unfit for duty. T’Ress was in a submissive state and simply wanted to ensure that he wasn’t going to get into any type of trouble, while Garrett took up a defensive stance submitting that she was indeed sane.
“SILENCE!”
The entire bridge froze at Zhuk’s outburst. T’Ress’s tail was not only drooping, but was clearly between the Caitian’s legs. Garrett took the position of ‘At Ease’ with her hands behind her back and shoulders straight while looking straight forward without making any sort of eye contact. The doctor took a step backwards as if he was ready to dash into the turbo lift at any given moment.
Zhukarak rose from his chair, as did Matt. Zhuk noted that Matt was prepared to intervene if he needed to, but Zhuk kept his composure and began speaking. “So far I have heard one sensible thing here…’we have work to do’! T’Ress, you mentioned computer core problems. Get to that engineering console and figure out what’s going on. Garrett, science station now! I’m trying to find two lost fighters out there for which Starfleet is going to have my command if we don’t find them soon.”
The two officers headed directly to their stations, one with still his tail between his legs, and the other with a slight smirk on her face as she passed the doctor. Doctor van Breughel was about to open his mouth in protest when Zhuk directed his next barrage at him. “Once we have found our fighters and have figured out what is going on around here you can have them for your tests, but not until then.” Then Zhuk turned towards his chair to push a button. The bridge speakers replayed Nathan’s last transmission.
"Hangarbay to Bridge, this is Doctor van Breughel. Ensign T'Ress and Lieutenant Garrett have both been relieved of duty and are confined to sickbay until further notice. When they have submitted to a medical scan, they are allowed to return to their duties. Now if there is anything else, I'd like to get back to sleep. Call the EMH if you need anything, it's what he's here for!"
Zhuk glared at the doctor. “It sounds to me that you are the one who is overworked here. I suggest that you get that rest that you so desperately need. NOW GET OFF MY BRIDGE!” Zhuk turned back towards the main view screen, not seeing if the doctor left right away or not. He knew that enough time had now passed for the bridge officers to have run their consoles, they should have some information for him by now. “Report!”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2007 18:20:36 GMT
Zhukarak rose from his chair, as did Matt. Zhuk noted that Matt was prepared to intervene if he needed to, but Zhuk kept his composure and began speaking. “So far I have heard one sensible thing here…’we have work to do’! T’Ress, you mentioned computer core problems. Get to that engineering console and figure out what’s going on. Garrett, science station now! I’m trying to find two lost fighters out there for which Starfleet is going to have my command if we don’t find them soon.”
With his tail still between his legs, the Caitian nervously sat as his console, his eyes averted from looking at any commanding officer so that he would not have to feel their wrath. He worked at a sudden fever pitch, his paws moving over the console nervously, constantly fearing the threats (though dispelled by Zhuk) of being relieved of duty.
[color=RedZhuk glared at the doctor. “It sounds to me that you are the one who is overworked here. I suggest that you get that rest that you so desperately need. NOW GET OFF MY BRIDGE!” Zhuk turned back towards the main view screen, not seeing if the doctor left right away or not. He knew that enough time had now passed for the bridge officers to have run their consoles, they should have some information for him by now. “Report!” ][/color]
The Ensign looked up slowly, blinking, "Ahe...ahem si-sir..I..well some of my suspicions have been confirmed. It's a heuristics subroutine causing minor malfunctions. And the subroutine is a modified portion of the Federation artificial intelligence system software installed on the fighters. While it probably seems that it is modified by some malevolent force, and this could be the case, I believe it to be possibly a fair case of a theory I proposed earlier. On Earth in the 20th century a concept known as The Ghosts of the System was proposed in that excess and superfluous programming code caught in memory contents could be self reforming into a new directive. In that respect, the computer could possibly be, merrrow, thinking for itself."
He then slid the under console panel in on itself, as it was designed to do, removing an isolinear card. He held this up to the light, replacing it, and examining another such card. He went through about four of these before raising an eyebrow.
"Captain, the entity as I shall address is has begun to physically modify the circuitry of the outlying computer stations through something that seems as controlled plasma bursts."
He shut the panel, frowning. His tail once more dropped once more, "This entity will soon be able to...if my hypothesis is correct Captian the entity will create a form of intelligent virus...purrrhaps through a replicator and produce it to shut down all systems that run on bio-neural gel packs....sir, that includes life support. It also...seems to be attempting to generate sub-neucolonic radiation that could also eliminate the aformentioned gel packs."
Tholian Vessel
Steam emanated from each position, each nook and cranny of the walls and ceiling as Sharp came to. He had blacked out and as he awoke he found himself in a sort of containing chamber. It was oppressively hot in the chamber, which seemed to be made of transparent aluminum, however it was not nearly the deadly temperatures outside of that chamber. Should Sharp have exited....
Such thoughts however would be expelled as a crystalline being surreptitiously slithered, slank, and crawled in the manner of a spider up to the seemingly class cube. His eyes were unblinking as he circled the chamber this way and that, thinking of Sharp as little more than a zoo animal.
Soon a display came to Sharp on the transparent aluminum as a heads up display, trying (and failing) to mimic the LCARS system he would be used it. It would begin to read text, demanding that he state his name, rank, purpose, and any other information, under penalty of "a fate far worse than dying."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2007 18:59:58 GMT
'Silence!" the Andorian marine roared, freezing everyone mid-motion. Nathan too froze, then flinched and took an involuntary step back towards the turbolift doors, praying the car was still there. He stood motionless as the colonel barked his orders, then if possible shrank back further when the CO fixed his glare on him.
His cheeks flushed in embarassment as Hrisvalar replayed his last transmission, for everyone to hear. "I.." he started, but the colonel silenced them with another infuriated glare. Behind him, his blue firelizard fanned his wings, echoing his bondmate's fury. Nathan prayed he wouldn't send his pet into attack mode and held his tongue, waiting for the colonel to speak to him.
“It sounds to me that you are the one who is overworked here. I suggest that you get that rest that you so desperately need. NOW GET OFF MY BRIDGE!”
Nathan didn't even bother to answer that that was one point he was trying to get across for some time now, but that nobody was listening to him. He flew back into the turbolift, happy to be off the bridge; he never felt comfortable there anyway. As fast as he could, he returned to sickbay, pondering over some things he had observed. He had noticed the Caitian's disuse of what should be a very agile tail, though the young officer hád used it when he felt dejected and defeated.
Returning to his office, he found Raleva asleep at his desk. Using the last of his strength, he carried her over to one of the nearby beds, then collapsed on the bed next to her, praying people would finally let him sleep. He beckoned Hannah, making her promise the EMH would be activated if someone needed a doctor, and also made her promise to look in on his son. "Just get some sleep Nathan," Hannah whispered, drawing a blanket over him, "if you don't sleep now, your judgement will be further off and then the colonel will have no choice but to relieve you of duty. Consider yourself warned."
Nathan stiffled a yawn, smiling wanly at his chief nurse. "I just hope they will let me, but I'll bet you something will disturb us once more. You'll see." He closed his eyes and Hannah watched his breathing even out as he drifted off into sleep. She sighed deeply, then walked away, shaking her head in dismay.
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Post by raleva on Jul 18, 2007 20:01:21 GMT
Raleva awoke with a start.
She'd been dreaming of a puzzle, a very intricate puzzle and suddenly the puzzle had "attacked" her. It was as though it jumped out at her eyes, trying to save itself from being solved.
She jolted awake and found herself across from Nathan. She sat up and yawned a bit. She remembered having looked at the general infrastructure of the fighter's AI and falling asleep trying to understand what made it so very special and what could have possibly generated the presence that she'd encountered. Despite what Nathan said, she knew what she'd felt and there was no way it had been caused by exhaustion.
She hopped down from the bio bed and she decided she would see these fighters for herself. She knew that Mr. Sharp was currently gone and that Major Johnson was in pursuit, but that meant that the collective of fighters were not nearly as strong as they could have been. Perhaps she could learn something about them while they were somewhat weak. Of course, she did realize that if she was correct they would attempt to protect themselves which meant she'd have to keep her mind locked off from their influence.
She straightened her uniform and tried to make her tousled hair seem presentable. Then she made her way down toward the makeshift hangar bay.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2007 23:21:17 GMT
“SILENCE!” the Andorian bellowed, apparently having had enough of all of this. Megan immediately stood somewhere between at ease and attention, hoping it would convey her respect for his position and her firm belief that she was right. Maybe she should have just let J’Varr and the doctor prove that they were the ones with the problem themselves instead of chiming in when she had.
“So far I have heard one sensible thing here…’we have work to do’! T’Ress, you mentioned computer core problems. Get to that engineering console and figure out what’s going on. Garrett, science station now! I’m trying to find two lost fighters out there for which Starfleet is going to have my command if we don’t find them soon.” Hrisvalar ordered, calmer than before but obviously still irritated.
“Aye, Sir.” Megan replied before moving to her station. As she passed Nathan, she gave him a triumphant, pointed look that clearly said, “I told you so.” The one sensible thing her new commanding officer had heard had come from her, and for that she was very pleased. At least this proved she was right.
As she moved to her station, she pushed all thoughts of “I win” and the continued (quite amusing) berating of Doctor van Breughel by the commanding officer to the back of her mind and the readings on the station before her to the front.
She was here for one reason and one reason only: to do her job, and she was determined to do it well and do it right. Scanning the immediate area, she wasn’t coming up with much. She could see the ends of the two ion trails behind them, indicating where they’d lost track of the fighters.
Now nothing but open space was before them without any trace of the fighters whatsoever. She had a few ideas, although she was sure someone had probably already tried them. Still…
“Report!” Colonel Hrisvalar ordered startling Megan slightly. Fortunately for her, T’Ress had already jumped in, rambling on about whatever it was and what it was doing to their systems. She felt irritation and frustration building inside of her.
“Does that big cat every shut up? I mean every time I turn around he’s rambling on and on about something…usually that stupid ‘intelligence.’ What a joke…” she thought sending a quick glare in the engineer’s direction, though he was facing the Colonel while he gave his report and wasn’t able to notice it.
“Speaking of which, we need to find that stupid thing and destroy it. It’s trying to kill us…” she thought to herself, emotions running high and her heart pounding.
“I hate it.” she mumbled quietly to herself, causing a nearby crewman to glance at her. She gave him a “what are you looking at” look, and he spun back around.
Then suddenly she stopped. This wasn’t like her. Since when was she so easily annoyed? She shook her head clearing her mind. “I’m probably still frustrated because of that stupid, know-it-all, “go to sickbay” quack. I hate him too.” she thought, and once satisfied with her answer, turned back to her screen.
Unfortunately for Megan, during her mental monologue, the Catian had finished his speech about whatever it was he had been talking about and the Andorian’s eyes were now fixed squarely on Megan. Her heart jumped, as she wasn’t ready to report anything just yet; however, her quick thinking managed to bail her out.
“I’m currently running detailed scans of the area, Sir. I have a few ideas on how we might track and locate the fighters, and I’m implementing them now. I should hopefully have results for you within the next few minutes, Colonel.” she replied, hoping somehow that would pacify him. Just in case, she sent him a quick smile. If she couldn’t get him results just yet, she could at least try and charm him.
Of course that wasn’t exactly like her either. Well, sure she’d used it before if she had to, but this wasn’t the desperate type of situation where it was needed. That got her thinking, as she reconfigured the sensors for various sweeps of the area, “Could there actually be something wrong with me?” Shaking the thought from her mind as ridiculous, she returned her focus to her work.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2007 0:40:09 GMT
'dammit all' Cyle thought, just before slipping his helmet back on and hitting a few switches to turn the AI Interface back on. Recloaking, Cyle moved his fighter away from the Tholian ship, closer to the Jefferson. "And I though you didnt need them" his fighter said mockingly. Cyle growled under his breath and kept flying towards the Jefferson.
"I'm going to hate this...." he said just before hailing the Jefferson. "Johnson, where the hell are you?" he heard the colonel's voice screaming in his ear. "Get back onboard and report to my ready room immediatly" Cyle didnt say anything as he dropped his cloak and docked the fighter. Everyone inside the shuttle bay was silent as Cyle landed, and slowly got out of the cockpit. Cyle had no idea what was going to happen to him, and had a solumn look on his face. Reaching a turbolift, he stood for a moment. "bridge" Cyle looked straight forward as he composed himself, his hair a mess from the helmet, and from Cyle almost yanking it out from the frustration his fighter had cuased him. When the door opened, Cyle looked out to see everyone looking at him. Cyle's eyes met with Commander Reynolds as he looked to the FO for something. Although Cyle still didnt like him much, he had come to respect him a little more.
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Cyle walked over to the colonel's ready room, and pressed the door chime, taking a deep breath, he stood and waited until the colonel answered him. Keeping his gruff exterior and marine like posture, Cyle stood at attention in front of the colonel's desk. 'major Cyle Johnson, reporting as ordered"
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Post by chris on Jul 19, 2007 5:29:31 GMT
Chris was looking for any trace of the fighters or whatever was following them or hunting them. Chris looked for any trails of warp or cloaking and so far nothing. He then noticed something that wasn't there before a small warp signiture small enough to be a fighter or a cloaked ship. Chris wondered what type of ship would have a cloak signiture like this. It was way to far complex to be romulan or klingon. He searched through the science database when finally it came up as thoalian. He had to alert the captain.
Chris got out of his chair with his report and walked to the ready on the bridge. He chimed the colonel. The door opened and there stood major johnson and the captain.
"Sir I have my report. I believe that thoalians were chasing the major and Sharp."
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jul 19, 2007 8:24:16 GMT
Zhukarak listened to the Caitian speak, but all he heard what the cause or the assumed cause of the problem was. “Ensign, stop telling me what it is or may be. Solutions please!” The cat-like creature stood there dumbfounded for a moment, as if to say why he hadn’t thought of that. Zhukarak was starting to wonder what kind of cadets they were letting through at the academy.
He then turned his attention to the…quite pretty…Lieutenant Garrett. For a brief second Zhuk was comparing her with Raleva ~ If I had to choose…~ With his attention back to the here and now he noticed that she wasn’t quite here either. A few seconds went by when she had finally realized that he was waiting on her report.
“I’m currently running detailed scans of the area, Sir. I have a few ideas on how we might track and locate the fighters, and I’m implementing them now. I should hopefully have results for you within the next few minutes, Colonel.”
She had sent him a smile which did nothing but fuel his imagination. ~At least she had given him a solution.~ He had thought. “You have two!", he ordered knowing that time was not a luxury anymore.
“One of the fighters is returning.” It was Matt that made the announcement. “It’s Johnson, sir.”
“Com online!” Zhuk ordered. He heard the familiar sound that let him know he could speak to whoever was at the other end. "Johnson, where the hell are you? Get back onboard and report to my ready room immediately!" Zhuk made the ‘kill’ sign, slicing hand across the throat, to close communications.
Rising, Zhukarak briefly looked at the new lieutenant. A vision of her, with him, in his Ready Room, was enough to cause Theel’zhiin to begin squawking about, and bring Zhuk back to reality. Zhuk walked to his Ready Room recalling his earlier incident with Raleva, wondering what the cause of his behavior could be.
It didn’t take long before his door chime announced the presence of someone on the other side. Zhuk allowed entry after which Cyle marched and reported in. “Major Cyle Johnson, reporting as ordered.”
“What in the black hole were you thinking? It is bad enough if we lose one pilot and a fighter, but then another because of sheer ignorance? Report to sickbay for evaluations and I shall decide afterwards if any further actions are required. Dismissed.”
Just then the door chimed again. Pemberton came in with some disturbing news. "Sir I have my report. I believe that Tholians were chasing the Major and Sharp."
Zhukarak did not waste any time on asking why or how he had come to that conclusion. With the current state between the Tholians and Klingons, it was a very likely scenario. Zhuk quickly returned to his command chair.
“RED ALERT! Everyone, set all scans and parameters for Tholian signatures. They have cloaking capabilities from the Romulans, so let’s find them and get our tactical officer back.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2007 22:52:47 GMT
Cyle snapped to attention and quickly left the ready room. Although something else had just come up, he had been ordered to go to sickbay to get evaluated. Leaving the bridge in a hurry, he caught the turbo lift and went to sickbay. While he was walking down a corrider he stopped for a moment, it felt like something was watching him. 'i'm just imagining things' he thought to himself as he continued to walk. Stopping once again just before entering sickbay, he looked back down the corrider. Shaking his head to rid himself of the idea, he stepped in.
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Post by chris on Jul 20, 2007 2:07:38 GMT
Chris raced out of the ready room right after the Captain did. Chris got to his chair and waited for the captians orders.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2007 4:37:47 GMT
Zhukarak listened to the Caitian speak, but all he heard what the cause or the assumed cause of the problem was. “Ensign, stop telling me what it is or may be. Solutions please!” The cat-like creature stood there dumbfounded for a moment, as if to say why he hadn’t thought of that. Zhukarak was starting to wonder what kind of cadets they were letting through at the academy.
He fumbled a bit, before speaking, "Well sir..presuming that all of what I have just said is true..and forgive my wordiness.." His tail began to slink between his legs once more, "Meerrow....I can stop it's progress by a complete systems shut down of the comp..."
“RED ALERT! Everyone, set all scans and parameters for Tholian signatures. They have cloaking capabilities from the Romulans, so let’s find them and get our tactical officer back.”
The Caitian growled, his throat fur inching up again, "Sir, I cannot do that with....without an operating computer core. I will have to shut down the systems independently...that should keep the system..." He takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes to calm himself down, "Forgive my anger Captain. With your word I will shut down one computer core, routing the other wholly through an isolinear backbone network. Therefore, I will be free to rend any organsimic entities from the bio neural gel packs, without hindering your ability to scan for the Tholian signatures."
He turned back to his console, tapping his paws across it slowly. He then shut his eyes, "Captain, also with your permission, I would need to test the nearest replicator. That would mean crossing into your ready room..."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 20, 2007 6:03:27 GMT
Matt had never seen the Andorian so angry before that it frightened him. He was ready to subdue his commanding officer, but he hoped that it wouldn't come to that. After a few tense moments regarding the Doctor, Zhukarak began giving orders again which were all followed to the letter.
It wasn't long before the Catian began to speak again which immeditaley annoyed Matt. It seemed that this feeling was shared by many on the bridge, but they all kept quiet.
~Shut him up~ a voice said in Matt's head.
Matt ignored it and continued to work. Trying to find highly classified experimental fighters was hard enough without having to divide his concentration. It was then that Matt noticed the fighter heading towards them. He could see that it was Johnson and his XF-1.
“One of the fighters is returning.” It was Matt that made the announcement. “It’s Johnson, sir.”
Matt knew that it wouldn't be good for Johnson, who would get a talking to from Zhukarak.
~It's coming to him~ the voice said speaking to Matt once again. Without realizing it, Matt agreed with the voice and continued to work on.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2007 9:07:32 GMT
“Aye, Sir.” she responded before turning back to her console. Two minutes. She could come up with something in two minutes. All she had to do was focus. And not think about how annoying that cat was, or why the Colonel is in such a bad mood. Was he always like this? What about the doctor? Was he always such a pain in the….
“Focus…” she told herself as she forced her eyes back onto the screen. What was she doing again? Oh yeah! Ion trails. Find the fighters. Not that she wanted those evil things around…so why was she doing this? Right, it was her job, and she was going to do her job. But wait, why did she have to?
“RED ALERT! Everyone, set all scans and parameters for Tholian signatures. They have cloaking capabilities from the Romulans, so let’s find them and get our tactical officer back.” the Colonel ordered as he came tearing out of his ready room.
This managed to break through the jumble that was her mind at the moment and got her back to work. Since they were most likely using a Romulan cloak, Megan, once again, started there. If they weren’t moving, things could get a whole lot more difficult. She, once again, began scanning for the tachyons and subspace variances that would make a cloaked ship visible.
Unfortunately, so far, she was getting nothing. The Tholians would be harder to track, but the fighter had probably used warp to get to the Tholians at least. Still...she was coming up with nothing. “Those stupid fighters probably masked their trail somehow…” she thought.
Then it clicked. They probably had. “Evil little things…” she muttered to herself, drawing yet another glance from the same crewman, although he looked away before she noticed it this time.
Trying to think how she would mask a warp trail if she’d wanted to, an idea began to form, and she turned back to scanning. A few moments later, a trail began to form on her screen.
“Colonel, I believe I’ve found the trail of the missing fighter. It appears that it was masked by using a magneton pulse. I’m sending my readings to the helm now.” Megan reported as she worked her console to transmit the readings.
She may not have found the Tholians, but at the end of this trail at least they’d find where they had been, and where the fighter had been abducted.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2007 14:41:25 GMT
ooc: please note, the part in italics is not real! It in no way describes the characters actually.
Hannah had just finished tending to her last patient when Cyle came wandering in. "Ah major, anything I can do for you? I'm afraid you'll have to tread quietly for the moment." The head nurse motioned towards the sleeping form of the chief medical 'officer' and rolled her eyes. "About time he went to get some sleep if you ask me, that lot up there," she pointed upwards, in the general direction of the bridge, "have kept him on his feet for two days in a row. No wonder he got crankier by the minute."
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Meanwhile, Nathan stirred restlessly, one of the two blankets that were draped over him slowly slipping towards the floor.
Nathan had managed to drag both T'Ress and Garrett toward sickbay, though it hadn't been an easy feat while being so exhausted. He had given them both a physical and had to admit that they were fit for duty, then released them both.
Minutes after he had released them both an angry andorian came charging into sickbay, backing the startled doctor into a corner. Nathan tried to reason with him, but the andorian was mad with rage, demanding where he'd sent his beloved to. Then the next moment, he was as calm as could be...and actually friendly and even loving.
Nathan broke free and fled into his office, only to encounter Garrett who sat on his desk, waiting for him. She was having a curious look on her face, one that made Nathan think twice about approaching her. Outside, the Andorian stood banging on the window, demanding to be let in. Nathan wasn't going to let him but now he was truly cornered.
A mad commanding officer outside, and a science officer who was clearly up to no good inside. He watched in horror as she picked up his favourite tricorder, dropped it to the floor and then crashed her heel down on it. "It was possessed," she stated calmly, as she ripped his computer screen from his desk and hurled it at the wall. "Your computer terminal too."
He backed away as she walked towards him, but he had nowhere to go to. She was holding a phaser to him now, and he definately didn't want to find out what setting it was on.
Nathan stirred, moaning in his sleep and Hannah cast him a concerned look, before turning back to Cyle. "He's been so cranky, I doubt he can sleep fitfully. Did you know Hrisvalar attacked him earlier? Darn near broke his wrist too, and then he got roughly shoved out the turbolift by that new science chief! Younglings have no respect for older men these days, I tell you!"
She walked over to her chief and replaced the blankets, then picked up a hypospray. "I'll be right with you major, just please let me help him first." She pressed the hypo against Nathan's throat and he grew considerably easier. "That'll do it. Now...how was it that I could help you again?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2007 23:49:22 GMT
Cyle looked at the nurse for a moment before realizing she had no idea what he had done. "you dont have to tell her, just leave" he heard in his head. Cyle silently nodded to himself and turned to leave. "Major? did you need anything?" Hannah asked, to which Cyle shook his head and left. "now, you should probably get back to the bridge, see what the Andorian wants" Cyle heard in his head, before thinking, 'andorian? oh the colonel', the last bit he thought with a bit of malice, thinking about the way he had just been treated, if it wasnt for Cyle they never would have made it this far. 'what am i thinking? he did the right thing' Cyle thought, mentally slapping himself across the face.
Going back up the hallway, he returned to the turbo lift, and went to the bridge. After entering he stood near the door way before the Colonel spotted him.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jul 23, 2007 9:52:33 GMT
The new Caitian crew member was awaiting permission to go to Zhuk's Ready Room. "Yes, go! Do what you have to with the replicator."
~I am too afraid to ask for fear of a ten minute dissertation.~
"Also, just shutting one of the computer cores down would be quite wise at the moment. If we have weapons fire, however, I want both up immediately."
J'Varr looked at him for a few long seconds, obviously going through the scenario in his head, involving the various outcomes a battling ship with one computer core could have. Then he went into the Ready Room.
The other new crew member, Megan Garrett, finally had a something that Zhuk was wanting to hear. Zhuk brought up his own display of the charted ion trail at his command chair. There it was, then it just disappeared...into thin space.
"Concentrate all scans in this area first, then use a widening pattern with each sweep. I bet thos Tholians are still out there."
The bridge turbo lift opened up and there stood Cyle. Zhukarak knew that it was too soon for him to return from his evaluations. "Major, you have not had enough time to complete the evaluations. Return to sickbay at once, that is an ORDER."
Zhuk waited for the response wondering if Cyle was going to question his authority.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2007 17:10:59 GMT
"Also, just shutting one of the computer cores down would be quite wise at the moment. If we have weapons fire, however, I want both up immediately."
J'Varr looked at him for a few long seconds, obviously going through the scenario in his head, involving the various outcomes a battling ship with one computer core could have. Then he went into the Ready Room.
J'Varr now sighed, entering the ready room and turning to the replicator. For a moment he stopped to think. He then leaned up his PADD against the wall, tapping a button on it and begining to record his voice as he started to work on the replicator's tactile interface:
Engineer's Log, supplemental. Even the most dysfunctional crew in Starfleet would not be treating one another in the way that our crew is interacting. I am now attempting a transference of bio-neural material through the Ready Room replicator, after testing it for organic material that could prove harmful. The entity that even now infects our computer is ever growing and I can hypothesize with some degree of accuracy that it is causing the effects on our minds that cause such..anger."
He shut off the PADD, moving back to the replicator. "Computer, idanian spice pudding."
The dessert materialized, and the feline reached a tricorder to it. He examined it, and finally took a bite of it. Finding nothing abnormal, he disposed of it, allowing the replicator to break it back into composite materials.
He then pressed an access release, the replicator swinging out as though it were a cabinet. A gel pack sat behind it, and appeared a sickly green color. With his facial features furrowing the Caitian severed the line to the pack, it appearing black. He then slid a few isolinear chips around, rerouting the replicator's circuitry through the ship's computer.
Picking up the gel pack, he exited the Ready Room, entering the turbolift, and requesting main engineering. Once the doors opened on his required level, he walked out, placing the gel pack onto the main examination terminal, looking to the panel.
"Computer, halt all logic functions of the main computer core."
And with that, his panel was left blank for a moment. As it came back on, the text first appeared garbled before demonstrating the qualities of normal LCARS.
The Caitian moved the gel pack to a small industrial replicator, allowing it to be broken down. He then touched his communicator badge.
"Captain, the entity was trying to synthesize a sort of bacterial agent to sabotage the bion-neural gel packs and thus render our systems down, merrrow. I have a way to stop it by synthesizing an agent and routing it straight through the plasma distribution network. The word Captain?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2007 19:44:19 GMT
Tholian Vessel Moskrene siddled closer to the glass cage which held the human. To Sharp, the communication between the two Tholians seemed nothing more than a series of hisses and clicks, their sound controted by the extreme heat that existed outside the safety of his cage.
"What is your name and your business in Tholian Space," Moskrene's voice sounded from the translation device inside the cage. He motioned for his partner to increase the temperature, which was now set at 25 degrees Celsius, by ten degrees. "You will answer," he hissed, sidling closer to the cage.
When Sharp seemed to ignore the both of them, Moskrene reversed the temperature to minus ten degrees. "Uncomfortable yet?" he jeered, then motioning his partner forward. "You apply the questions, I will manage the controls."
A third Tholian sidled closer, its paws clicking on the hot metallic floor as it approached. "Come to watch the human suffer?" Moskrene laughed, "because he will. Soon, we will have his secrets and the secrets of his intelligent craft. We will learn to control it."
Temperature in the cage returned to normal, leaving Sharp feeling utterly disoriented. "You will talk Human," Moskrene promised him, "we will have your secrets, all of them."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2007 20:20:17 GMT
Tholian Vessel
Kriolaar was indeed there to watch the human suffer. It was a rare pleasure indeed that one of these creatures was captured, and he wasn’t going to miss out on the fun. He watched with delight as they played with the temperature. The human gave no sign of discomfort, but he could not hide the fact that his body was not used to such temperatures. Watching his face turn red in the heat was an immense joy, as all three enjoyed a good laugh at the human’s expense.
“Oh!” he cried delightedly. “Play with the humidity too! Humans don’t like that either!” This was turning out to be so much fun, much better than an ordinary day at work. It was too bad that the human couldn’t survive in their temperatures. It would be so much more fun if they could exist in the same environments.
“What are you going to do next? Radiation? Some sort of gaseous drug? Shock? There are just so many choices!” Kriolaar could hardly contain his excitement; a real interrogation with a real human. He was practically bouncing up and down on his legs he was so excited.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2007 20:41:01 GMT
Tholian Vessel
Boskene frowned slowly, or so it would seem...a crystalline being's emotions would be most difficult to discern if they were even visible or existent in the first place.
He gazed upon the human with a nefarious, unrelenting stare, no words as of yet being spoken. Finally the bizarre, alien tones would assault the ears of the human as a serpent runs it's tongue over the mouse that it intends to crush.
"If you have not answered even the most basic of information, perhaps a better approach would be to demand a bit more stunning of data from you. Information compiled from records recovered from your computers indicate that the fighters being tested have cloaking devices in one sort....you will at least tell us what need the Federation has of cloaking devices. Either it will be these answers upon the screen before you, or it will be your brain. The choice is of course your's."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2007 8:02:27 GMT
OOC: (As Nathan said earlier, this is dream Megan…not me… )Megan continued to back the doctor into the corner until there was nowhere left for him to run. “You know what else I’m starting to think is possessed? You. You’re showing far too much dedication to your work, following people around, dragging them down to sickbay for no reason. Do you like your work? Are you a workaholic? Are you addicted to your job?”
Nathan had backed up as far into the corner as far as he could, and now that he was where she wanted him, Megan backed up brandishing her phaser. “You’ve already seen how I deal with things that are possessed. Haven’t you?” She was moving closer, phaser raised in preparation to shoot. Nathan was a goner…~ Unaware of the doctor’s unpleasant nap in sickbay, Megan was on the bridge continuing to scan for the Tholians, and continuing to get no where. It was rather well known that the Tholians were hard to find. They had been in Federation space colonizing planets for over a year before they were discovered, so finding one ship could prove to be quite difficult. They most likely weren’t leaving the area at high speed, as then her scans for a subspace variance would have yielded results. She also wasn’t picking up any tachyon eddies that would be present in lower warp speeds. Her guess was they were still lurking around somewhere. While it was good that they were still nearby, it made them a lot harder to find. From there current position, she was getting no where. They needed to establish a search pattern and keep a close eye on any indication of a cloaked vessel. With that in mind, she sent a quick message to Lieutenant Pemberton. Lieutenant Pemberton,
I have reason to believe that the Tholians are still in the area and not traveling at warp. I need a search pattern, as well as another pair of eyes on the sensors looking for anything out of the ordinary. I’ll let you establish the pattern. Once you have one, please let me know. Thank you.
Lieutenant GarrettOnce the message was sent, she turned her attention back to the sensors. The only way she was ever going to catch the Tholians was to pay attention to the tiniest bits of data that would cross her screen. With that, she settled in for a long shift of sensor watching and tried to keep her mind form wandering off in all directions at once.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jul 24, 2007 10:57:26 GMT
They were not having any success in locating Sharp. ~Where in the black hole is he?~ Zhukarak wondered to himself. It was more of a case of wondering where the Tholians were hiding as he was sure they had Sharp and the fighter. It would be a good weapon to use against the Klingons, provided they could adapt it for their biological physique.
"Captain, the entity was trying to synthesize a sort of bacterial agent to sabotage the bion-neural gel packs and thus render our systems down, merrrow. I have a way to stop it by synthesizing an agent and routing it straight through the plasma distribution network. The word Captain?"
Zhukarak quickly recognized how good J'Varr was as his job, even with the incessant talking. "The word is...go. Make it happen, and find out how the entity got from the fighters to my ship. We need to not only stop it, but isolate it so it does not happen again."
J'Varr agreed, of course in many more words than Zhukarak really cared for. ~Hm...care for...~ "Raleva, report to my Ready Room." He wasn't exactly sure why, other than he wanted her there.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2007 17:23:22 GMT
Zhukarak quickly recognized how good J'Varr was as his job, even with the incessant talking. "The word is...go. Make it happen, and find out how the entity got from the fighters to my ship. We need to not only stop it, but isolate it so it does not happen again."
J'Varr agreed, of course in many more words than Zhukarak really cared for. ~Hm...care for...~ "Raleva, report to my Ready Room." He wasn't exactly sure why, other than he wanted her there.
The Caitian returned to the replicator console, his paws moving over it at an absolutely feverish pace. The tactile interface was displaying information as fast as J'Varr could process it. He frowned, shaking his head gently, finally striking one last stroke.
With that, thus spake the computer as the voice of destiny:
=^= Main plasma conduits opened. =^=
"Computer, halt distribution until my mark."
The whirl and beep that was so customary to Federation computers went off, noting to the engineer that he had time enough to make one maneuver. He removed a small cube-like device - a holographic memory module similar to the one that was used on the holographic Professor Moriarty in the 2360s. To this he placed back upon the industrial replicator's flat platform.
"Computer, replicate the entity's programming as a three dimensional matrix."
Again the computer erupted in the familiar whirl that he had been accustomed to, the cube entwined by a replicator beam. However, soon only the tangible would remain and thus nothing more than a flashing glass piece of isolinear circuitry rested on that platform.
"Computer, mark!"
With that, though invisible to the crew, the plasma distribution network of the vessel was filled with polaron radiation, instantly vaporizing anything that may be inside it besides the plasma itself and semi-organic material from the bio-neural computer system.
The Caitian, purring, smiled to himself. He raised an eyebrow, looking back to the cube and picking it into the center of his paw. Walking off the station he was standing at, he neared the turbolift. He stood on it, looking up. "Bridge!"
As he was whisked up chamber after chamber, he smirked a bit, jostling the cube about in his paw. Exiting onto the Bridge, he proceeded to the engineering terminal, setting the device on it precariously.
"Computer, de-energize the main computer core."
=^= Authorization required =^=
"Merrow.." His tail slowly twitched in impatience, leaning each way. "7-7-4-7-9-8-Delta-Gamma-T'Ress."
For a moment each of the bridge consoles and terminals would be completely black before resuming their usual activity with no lost data.
"Mrr...reboot the main computer core."
=^= Authorization required =^=
He growled, allowing the sound to form deep within his throat, "9-9-3-2-Delta-T'Ress. Now, repeat the process with the latter computer core under the same authorization."
Apparently, nothing occurred during this phase considering the online status of the main computer core. With that, the Caitian turned to the Captain while he made his way to the ready room.
He smirked, "Merrrr, mission complete sir."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2007 20:14:15 GMT
“You’ve already seen how I deal with things that are possessed. Haven’t you?” She was moving closer, phaser raised in preparation to shoot. Nathan was a goner…
Nathan bolted upright, hands pressed against his chest where the phaser beam had struck him. He was gasping for breath, every muscle in his body cramped up as he struggled to breathe. A look of sheer horror and fear was plastered on his face as he gazed about in bewilderment.
Was this what death looked like? A sickbay on a starship? And the people here, were they angels, figments of his imagination? One of those angels approached, looking a lot like Hannah. He scrambled back as the nurse approached, a little clumsily as he was still cramped up. Hyperventillation, he selfdiagnosed.
The nurse slipped a mask over his nose and mouth, which seemed to help him breathe. Then she pressed something ice-cold against his throat and he slumped back on the bed. _______ _______ _______
Hannah turned and lay the hypospray aside. Her boss was safely back asleep, enjoying the much needed rest he so deserved. She'd been rather surprised when he did wake up, but she was more concerned than ever. He'd not just woken up, he'd bolted awake, covered in cold sweat and cowering in terror. Something was going on, and she needed to know what. "Watch him," she told a fellow nurse, "I'm headed up to the bridge. Captain needs to know about this. Nathan just doesn't have this sort of reaction like that, I know him better than that."
She grabbed a PADD, downloaded her latest findings and headed for the bridge. "Colonel a word please," she spoke softly, "something's going on aboard this ship. Officers are starting to act irrationally, and the doctor is now suffering from terrifying nightmares. Here, look at these readings and you'll see what I mean. It started when those new craft came aboard..."
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Post by robertsharp on Jul 25, 2007 4:49:45 GMT
occ sorry i haven't posted things got really hectic for Me in the last week
Tholian Vessel
Soon a display came to Sharp on the transparent aluminum as a heads up display, trying (and failing) to mimic the LCARS system he would be used it. It would begin to read text, demanding that he state his name, rank, purpose, and any other information, under penalty of "a fate far worse than dying.
"Commander Sharp Star fleet officer and the rest none of your business you have no right to take me prisoner".
the Tholian walk away after raising the temperature a little bit.
Then all of a sudden Sharp hears a voice in his head. together we can escape and destroy these tholians Sharp is wondering were that voice is coming from can it be the tholians playing a mind trick on him.
the tholian returns with a Buddy.
Temperature in the cage returned to normal, leaving Sharp feeling utterly disoriented. "You will talk Human," Moskrene promised him, "we will have your secrets, all of them."
Sharp just stays put as they raise and lower the temperature. " I wont tell you a thing. I would rather die."
Sharp hears the voice again "we can destroy the tholians. You are connected to the fighter I can hear your thoughts.."
“What are you going to do next? Radiation? Some sort of gaseous drug? Shock? There are just so many choices!” Kriolaar could hardly contain his excitement; a real interrogation with a real human. He was practically bouncing up and down on his legs he was so excited.
"You can pump as much radiation in here as you want I still won't talk so either get it over with or let me go."
He gazed upon the human with a nefarious, unrelenting stare, no words as of yet being spoken. Finally the bizarre, alien tones would assault the ears of the human as a serpent runs it's tongue over the mouse that it intends to crush.
Sharp is also hearing the fighter talk to him "We can escape from this place."
Sharp gets up kicks the table over and yells "ENOUGH" "Computer transport me to the fighter." Sharp feels a shimmer as he is transported to the fighter. "Computer engage the interface. Fire phasers at the locking clamps."
With the fighter free the tholian ship opens fire on the fighter. Sharp dodges the weapons fire from the tholian ship. Sharp turns the fighter hard to port and opens fire on the tholian ship after a few minutes the tholian ship is destroyed. Sharp scans for the nearest federation ship and discovers its the Jefferson.
=^=Sharp to Jefferson permission to dock."
Sharp gets permission to dock and docks the fighter.
After sharp lands in shuttle bay 3.
As Sharp gets out of his fighter looking and feeling horrible.
Sharp orders one of the engineering crew " Disconnect the AI from all the fighters."
As sharp leaves the shuttle bay tells the security officer no one but the senior staff is allowed to enter and then Sharp collapses due to exhaustion.
=^="medical emergency to shuttle bay 3"=^=
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