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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2007 21:29:53 GMT
Nathan saw the Andorian hesitate, his antennae twitching as he seemed to ponder over something. He realised he was holding his breath while he waited for Hrisvalar to respond, and respond he did.
“Doctor, I have a crisis on my hands right this minute. As CMO you have full authority to call security yourself…SO DO IT. Also, if anyone should be pressing charges it should be me for what happened on this bridge. Now go do your job as the CHIEF…MEDICAL…OFFICER! Bridge out!”
~why would he press charges?~ the human doctor wondered as he staggered back at the vehemence of the Andorian's response. He hadn't pulled away from that kiss had he? Or was there something he'd done that he couldn't remember?
Nathan blinked at the screen as it suddenly went black and found himself shivering in terror. The Andorian was frightening an sich, but when sufficiently angered, he was a terrifying appearance. "Sickbay to security," he finally called, "Please escort Lieutenant Garrett back to sickbay, and make sure you do so with caution! Do not harm her, I repeat, do not harm her! Additionally, I want Major Johnson charged for assaulting medical personnel." He knew the assault charge wouldn't go down well if the CO found out, but Nathan reckoned the major was right now a loose canon and thus a danger to the crew. He knew the Major had been transported to the brig, but he also knew he hadn't been charged with anything just yet.
He walked back into sickbay and saw T'ress was regaining consciousness. "Ah good, when you are fully woken up, you are needed on the bridge." Giving the Caitian a final check-up, he walked away, back into his office. His arm was still smarting and the cast he was now forced to wear was quite a hindrance on his movements, let alone doing his work. "Computer, call up brain synaps files of all pilots, and compare recent scans to those prior to first flight. Report inconsistencies."
The files that now displayed, made Nathan lean forward in shock as he studied the patterns. "Oh my..." he whispered, downloaded the patterns onto a PADD and raced to the bridge. "Colonel, this is important," he managed, thrusting the PADD into the Andorian's hands, before taking a few steps back to create a respectable distance between himself and his CO. "I'll need help finding out what exactly goes on here, but I firmly believe that those fighters are dangerous. I recommend not using them against the Tholians."
Nathan watched the mayhem on the bridge with detached interest, waiting for the next tirade from the Andorian. He just knew he would order those fighters out there, regardless of the dangers he had just pointed out. He was just glad that, since he had no pilot's license, he wouldn't have to fly them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2007 22:46:23 GMT
Megan watched in shock and horror as the forcefield went down and the guard was incapacitated. She still didn’t know why she had even come here, but now here she was, in the brig, with an unconscious guard and a marine who had apparently attacked someone, even if that someone was the doctor. Swallowing nervously, the science officer thought, “Maybe I shouldn’t have come…”
=/\=Security, be on the lookout for Lieutenant Megan Garrett. She needs to be brought in for her own safety unharmed, and be advised that Major Johnson is being charged with assault.=/\=
More stunned, Megan and Cyle exchanged glances. That announcement changed everything. She couldn’t believe that the doctor had actually sent security after her. Since when was crying a crime? Anger began to build, changing her entirely. “I’m beginning to see why you felt the need to attack that guy. Do I look like I’m a danger to myself or anyone else?”
Not giving the Marine a chance to answer, Megan crossed to the control panel and released the restraints. “I guess it’s just you and me now.” She knew what she was doing was wrong, but the part of her that was angry at the doctor for sending security after her and angry at the fighter for being….well evil, was definitely stronger than the little bit of her normal self that was left.
Removing her hidden type 1 phaser, since a part of her was still scared, she leveled the weapon at Cyle. “We may be working together, but just in case you’re thinking about attacking me too, I’d advise against it.” It felt strange, working with someone you were afraid of, putting your career on the line freeing someone you weren’t sure wouldn’t attack you, but she felt there was no other choice.
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Tholian Vessel
Things had gone well as far as Kriolaar could tell. Although the Tholian didn’t understand everything Boskene was saying or doing, he understood that the idea was to help tip the battle their way. At last, all the adjustments were made, and the ship was ready to go to battle. Taking his usual station, the low level engineer prepared to repair any damage they incurred during the battle. That was, after all, his job. “If this doesn’t go well, I’m getting out of here.” the young Tholian thought nervously.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2007 5:39:22 GMT
Cyle looked at the science officer for a moment after being released, and then having a phaser pointed at him.'is she trying to help me, or kill me' Cyle stood for a moment, before bending down to the guards side and dragging him away from the wall, and placing him on the bench in the cell. He checked his vitals quickly, and then grabbed the phaser out of his side holster. "your the one who came to my aid remember, if i wanted you hurt, you would be" Cyle said as he walked to wards the young woman, who seemed to cower under his glare, "besides, you left the safety on" He said with a sarcastic smile, knowing full well the phaser was armed. He left the brig and quickly headed to wards an access shaft, were he started climbing down. "where are we going" Cyle stopped as he looked up at the woman, unable to help the fact her butt was practically in his face. He quickly looked down and answered "I am going to the shuttle bay, to get rid of these fighters, they are the reason I'm being accused of assault, and the reason the colonel and the doctor are having an argument, and probably the reason you are being searched for"
Cyle continued to climb down and silently thought of a way to destroy the fighters. Cyle smiled as he remembered explosive charges in the armory near his office, and quickened his pace of downward climb. Making a stop at the correct level, he peered out of a grate on the wall, and waited until he saw no one coming, when it was clear, he pushed the grate off the wall, and crawled out, heading to the door. He knew his access codes had been removed, so he shot the panel with the phaser instead. "do you realize you probably just alerted half the ship of your whereabouts?" Cyle rolled his eyes and looked at Megan, "do you realize they could have found us if they really wanted to?" he said pointing at her comm badge. He entered the armory, and grabbed a bag full of explosives and headed back to the access tunnel. On the way down, Cyle heard the Red alert sirens going off, and the call for all personnel to get to there battle stations.
When they reached the deck with the shuttle bay, Cyle sat still for a moment before pushing the grate open and crawling out. Standing up he headed to the wall, and stood against it, looking around the corner. Seeing no one around he ran to the nearest doorway, and crouched low, waiting for a second, before jumping up and moving again. When he reached the shuttle bay doors, he waited for a few seconds before attempting to rewire the door, to his surprise, Megan pulled out her phaser and shot the panel. "what?, you did it" Cyle shook his head as he dropped the panel and entered the shuttle bay.
Handing Megan two charges, he quickly showed her how to set it, and then headed to wards his, Zhuks, and Matt's fighters. Placing the charges on the underside of the fighters, near the engines, he stepped back and looked over at Megan. "Major, Lieutenant, strap in to a fighter" They both turned to see the colonel walking to wards them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2007 4:27:42 GMT
He walked back into sickbay and saw T'ress was regaining consciousness. "Ah good, when you are fully woken up, you are needed on the bridge." Giving the Caitian a final check-up, he walked away, back into his office. His arm was still smarting and the cast he was now forced to wear was quite a hindrance on his movements, let alone doing his work. "Computer, call up brain synaps files of all pilots, and compare recent scans to those prior to first flight. Report inconsistencies."
As the Doctor no longer paid attention to the feline, his head began to shake violently. Something was occurring and he knew it. A blue matter stream began to flow around him and he erupted and finally dissolved in a transporter beam. It was at this time that he found himself trying to get a drink of water, and questioning the computer only to find he was allegedly not aboard the Jefferson.
He shakes his head, "I know what has occurred, merrow!"
The computer's voice now changed radically, sounding far more human...sounding quite like the voice of the malfunctioning fighter.
"So have you, [word deleted] cat?"
"How dare you insult me...you ate through the engineering console as you did through that fighter, mrrr...you tunnel somehow.."
"You have more under that fur than I thought. No matter...I will present you with a new challenge...."
The scenery of engineering molted and changed around him, soon displaying the yellow grid of the holodeck - everything before him after he left sickbay was a simulation designed to drive him mad.
Soon the holoemitters began again to work their magic, producing fog...a moor. A frozen swamp was produced around this, and materializing in front of him was a likeness of a certain famed Klingon warrior, bearing a bath'leth. Resplendent in armor was he, a resolute and scared expression gracing his face in the staunt fashion that so gifted the barbarian civility of the Klingon people. He as of yet did not move.
"Do you recognize him?" the voice queried.
"Of course, mrr..." the feline responded, "Chancellor Martok, hero of the Dominion War."
"Fine then - you know of he whom shall slay you.."
The feline's eyes grew wide as the figure became animated, lurching forwards with the toothed Klingon sword. He pounced out of the way with a good deal of skill, however having his arm grazed in the process.
Knowing that he was no match for such a warrior, he began to seek a peaceful solution, "Martok, you realize that Kahless the Unforgettable would never approve of attacking an unarmed civilian, merrrrow! It's dishonorable!"
Apparently however, and unfortunately for the Caitian, the hologram possessed Martok's skill and ferocity but none of his personality. As the feline raised to his feet, he was struck down with a jab to midsection. Though it missed vital organs, it caused him to caterwaul out with pain.
He shivered, his eyes shutting half way, "Computer...end program!"
=^= Access denied =^=
He thought slowly - a dangerous proposition considering the situation. Never the less a monologue took place within his head.
Considering the entity is trying to replicate an outside force, the Jefferson's actually computer may not realize that I cannot activate her prefix code and seize control of the vessel's operations...
"Computer, mrrr, the USS Jefferson has a prefix code of..." and succeeding with a series of numbers, a noise would perk the ears of the feline as the bath'let came down to crush his throat. Gulping, he screamed, "Deengerize holodeck 2!" And before his life was at an end, the yellow grid returned.
"Computer, I relinquish control as of the word, mrrr." He looked about, running into the hallway, and grasping at his wounds as he walked into the nearest turbolift.
"Bridge!"
He appeared on the bridge of the vessel after what seemed to be an eternity for him. Despite the comments of others on it, he hobbled over to the engineering console, gathering his memory cube. Thrusting it onto the ground he took his booted foot paw above it, smashing it.
"Computer, deactivate console program seven."
=^= Authorization required. =^=
Leaning to the console for a retina scan, he announced, "T'Ress, Ensign J'Varr. USS Jefferson, Chief Engineer."
=^= Identity confirmed. Application deactivated. =^=
And with that, the entity was finally lifted from the vessel...and sadly, much to the feline's chagrin.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 7, 2007 8:11:20 GMT
Commander T’Nar had fed his adjustments to the tactical console where Lieutenant Wilson was able to get a firing solution for the attack. When Zhuk had barked his command of “Fire,” he had been rewarded with a direct hit causing a ship to slowly appear in mid-space as it had lost its cloaking capabilities.
Zhukarak smiled vehemently. In his mind he was beginning to blame this Tholian vessel for all the transgressions that were happening on his ship. Matt had been manning the ops console when Zhuk looked over at him. “Locate Garrett and Johnson.”
Matt’s hands ran across the console giving commands for the location of the requested bio signatures. “They’re in shuttle bay three.” Looking at each other once more, a smile could be seen on both their faces as they were thinking the same thought. Bringing the fight to the Tholians was going to get personal.
“Lieutenant Pemberton, make preparations to board an XF fighter.” Pemberton had looked surprised as he had yet to fly one of those experimental crafts since his arrival. The smile said he was pleasantly surprised. Matt was making his own preparations as well before Zhukarak would join the two for shuttle bay three.
The turbolift opened and an out of breath doctor came sprinting in. "Colonel, this is important," he managed, thrusting the PADD into the Andorian's hands, before taking a few steps back to create a respectable distance between himself and his CO. "I'll need help finding out what exactly goes on here, but I firmly believe that those fighters are dangerous. I recommend not using them against the Tholians."
Zhukarak didn’t even look at the PADD, he was growing tired of hearing these complaints about the fighters. He didn’t think anything was wrong with them. He regarded them as quick and agile, and more than capable of holding their own…and was going to prove it. “Sorry doctor, we are already on our way to use the fighters. Take your findings to Ensign T’Ress. I’m sure he’ll find them interesting and will be able to help you decipher your own misjudgments. Now if you will excuse us…” Zhukarak joined Matt and Chris onto the turbolift and headed for the shuttle bay.
~Ah, there they are.~ Zhuk had not given a second thought to the fact that Security might be looking for these two. "Major, Lieutenant, strap in to a fighter.” They both turned with a surprised look, as if they had been caught stealing latinum form a Federation depository. He did note their worried looks as both walked up to their fighters and strapped in.
Zhukarak strapped in and immediately lowered the AI helmet interface. His own senses reached out and intertwined with that of the fighter. The fighter and he became one, feeling and thinking the same. Through a subspace neural link Zhuk had verified that the other fighters and pilots were powered up and ready to go.
Lift thrusters raised his fighter off the flight deck as directional and aft thrusters led Zhuk out into open space. It had felt like home, this was where he…they belonged…
“The Tholians wanted to see what these fighters can do. So let us demonstrate.” The flight of five fighters headed out to their self proclaimed enemy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 11:20:41 GMT
Before Nathan could offer any protest, the Andorian had marched off the bridge. The human doctor had, for a moment, feared that Hrisvalar would hurl the PADD right back at him, but fortunately he had been wrong. The Andorian still instilled a certain amount of fear in him that he could not explain, other than the assault on him before. Yet, the colonel had been fully within his rights to do so, Nathan mused, as he had been a righteous pain in the rear end with his protests about the fighters.
Yet, he still believed the fighters, and the AI interfaces in particular, were dangerous. His scans had proven that, the behaviour of those that had flown the fighters had changed considerably. All pilots but one; Reynolds' readings had not changed. However, behaviour of non-pilots had changed too. He had seen Raleva change into a frightened and insecure woman, and he himself had changed too, for the worse at that. He hadn't known either science officer or chief engineer long enough to note any obvious difference in them, but he was certain they had changed as well.
Looking around, he got a disapproving, bareteethed glare from T'Nar. Nathan shuddered, he didn't particularly like Klingons, especially since they were so injury prone and made very difficult patients. "Where may I..." he started, before T'Nar pointed to his right, where T'ress was sitting at one of the consoles. "Thank you," Nathan responded and walked over to the Caitian.
The Caitian nearly jumped out of his skin when Nathan tapped his arm and held the PADD out to him. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," the doctor apologised, "I need your help with analysing my data. You see, I took scans of all pilots prior to their first flight, and these are the latest scans. From what I can tell, they are changed people. I need your help properly analysing the data. As I cannot trust Lieutenant Garrett with this at the moment, and since she's unavailable, you are the next best option ensign."
Nathan noted once more the lack of usage in the Caitians tail, and the fact that he seemed to more or less let it droop most of the time, but thought that now was probably not the time to comment on it. He leaned in to the cat, laying a reassuring hand on his arm/paw. "And I need to apologise for holding a phaser on you, back there in sickbay. I believed Lieutenant Garrett was going to kill me, I don't remember why."
Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the Klingon move his hands over his console, and an image of the departing fighters appeared on the main viewscreen. "So you see that there is no danger in them," the Klingon scowled in his direction, "they are perfectly safe."
"It's not the fighters that I'm worried about," Nathan shot back, "it's the artificial intelligence interface that has me worried. Keep an eye on them please and report any action that's out of the ordinary. Both pattern wise and pilot wise. I need to know, as doctor, the moment it may go wrong."
The Klingon nodded, though he didn't seem particularly thrilled at the idea and Nathan turned back to T'ress. "Can you help me? And I do need you to be precise. I'm no Colonel Hrisvalar who wants just a summary. I need details."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 19:21:26 GMT
"It's not the fighters that I'm worried about," Nathan shot back, "it's the artificial intelligence interface that has me worried. Keep an eye on them please and report any action that's out of the ordinary. Both pattern wise and pilot wise. I need to know, as doctor, the moment it may go wrong."
The Klingon nodded, though he didn't seem particularly thrilled at the idea and Nathan turned back to T'ress. "Can you help me? And I do need you to be precise. I'm no Colonel Hrisvalar who wants just a summary. I need details."
The Caitian nodded, slowly begining to move his tail around. "Merrow, I can....however once this is over, if you can believe it, I need medical attention. A follower of Emperor Khaless injured me severely.."
He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, "And I apologize for nearly stabbing you with my claws, mrr...let us put everything behind us and start afresh. Start anew..."
He looked to his console, messing with a bit before he was able to acquire the scans made by the good doctor. He tilted his head slowly, looking over the data that was being passed before his eyes with a curvature of his tail. He sighed slowly, "Doctor, do you see these figures of internal physiology? They're obviously not natural...the body temperature is above basic fever concepts...mrr...they were all humans, correct? One of them shows the correct measures for an Andorian and another for a Vulcan. If these were all indeed humans, there is a cause for concern immediatly."
He then furrowed up his brow, "Well then, another one of these fighters themselves, taken from engineering logs...the name is actually registered to an Oberth class starship."
He frowned, leaning over in pain from his holographic run in. He shook his head, "When all of this is sorted out, merrr, I hope that our new mission is something like a survey. Or at least something I can get some rest during."
He leaned forward, shaking his head at the prospect of this not ending in such a pleasing matter. He ran his paws back over the station, "Computer, identify each of the fighter pilots."
=^= This request will take one minuet to complete. =^=
"Acknowledged, computer." He then turned back to the doctor with an oddly placed smile, "I hope that with the elimination of that entity we will all be far more sane. I believe that it was tampering not only with energy levels, but also the composition of our life support systems."
He looked to the screen, "When I was at operations..." He shook his head, "Never mind, the computer should be finished now."
He looked up, "Computer?"
=^= The identities are clearly displayed on the Science I terminal
He smiled, moving over to the console, "I am glad that it's tampering with the holoemitters has been complete. As I mentioned...it took the form of Chancellor Martok...sans the personality. He struck me with a bath'leth."
He looked to the station, motioning for the doctor to join him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 20:08:55 GMT
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Looking over the cat's shoulder, Nathan gazed down at the screen, then gazed up in horror. "They're in danger aren't they?" he asked as he compared the readings to the readings on his PADD.
He gulped, his chattiness suddenly dropping. T'Ress meant business now. "Doctor, your not going to like what I have to say."
I already don't like what you just said," Nathan said, trying to sound amiable, "so you might as well just tell me."
T'ress nodded, "We're going to take a shuttle and mount a rescue."
Now Nathan gulped in response. "A shuttle? Do you know how to fly a shuttle Ensign, for I have no piloting skills. And would we get cleared to take a shuttle? We'd make fine target practice for those high-strung pilots. Especially the colonel, since he's really a short fuse lately." He shook his head. "We may not have a choice, but I don't like the idea, no."
The Caitian exhaled deeply, "Somewhat. I do somewhat. I am not a helmsman, but my engineering experience combined with the computer's ability to staff one should get us through." His tail curled up, running around his waist. "We'd...have to transport them aboard, merrow, as soon as we got close. That way we wouldn't be harmed. Being Chief Engineer and you being our Medic...we'd get cleared without question."
Nathan chanced a look at T'Nar, who was eying them curiously. "What about him?" he asked the chief engineer, "I don't trust him, and I ah...he frightens me. But the colonel's response frightens me even more, he'll not be happy with us."
He sighs, "If it makes you feel better, I will accept full responsibility. If any punishment shall occur, it shall fall to me. I am not afraid to accept several years in a cryogenic prision for this chance to make a difference, merrow."
Nathan patted the cat's shoulder in sympathy. "We'll do it on my authority as medical officer. I have no starfleet career to think about, just a five year old son who's scared of me now." He snatched at the end of T'ress' tail and gently stroked it. "Are you ready to go? We'll have to act now, even if we will be target practice for them. We'll have to be very careful, and I think we should beam the colonel out first and try to reason with him. We can always use sedation as a last resort. Don't you think?"
The two men (if the cat coud count as a man) arrived at the shuttlebay, where they hurried into the nearest shuttlecraft. "This is shuttlecraft Jefferson-one, requesting clearance for departure," Nathan called as he took place at the sensorcontrol station, while T'ress settled at the pilot's controls. They received clearance from none other than T'Nar and they cleared the bay. "Find us the colonel's shuttle," he suggested as he started to prep hyposprays containing sufficient levels of sedation, should they become necessary.
He raised an eyebrow, engaging the engines of the Type 7 shuttle. They backed out of the shuttlebay, though it was a bit rough due to his lack of experience. His paws ran over the controls, "Computer, set course for the recognized Colonel's shuttle. Lay in..engage!"
There was a 'tweedle-beep' sound as it did so, the starlight ripping by their windows as the feline 'notched the trottle' up to the maxium speed of the auxiliary craft.
There it is!" Nathan exclaimed as both recognized the Andorian's fighter. "Prepare to beam him out, I'll be over there, ready to sedate him should he become violent." He jumped from his seat and strode quickly to the transporter pad. "Energise!" he cried.
The Caitian threw his paws over the transporter control, having run to the back of the craft. The Colonel materialized on the pad, his eyes seething with hatred.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 22:51:35 GMT
"You’re the one who came to my aid remember. If I wanted you hurt, you would be.” The Marine retorted. Megan was about to argue that she had not exactly come to his aid, and that she was perfectly cable of defending herself, when he added, “Besides, you left the safety on."Glaring at him and fighting back the urge to check to make sure she hadn’t left it on, even though the safety was of course off, the Lieutenant followed the Major as he left the brig, opened an access hatch which lead to the Jefferies tubes. A few moments after they began to climb, Megan asked. “Where are we going?” "I am going to the shuttle bay, to get rid of these fighters. They are the reason I'm being accused of assault, and the reason the colonel and the doctor are having an argument, and probably the reason you are being searched for." Cyle replied, and the science officer offered not protest. Destroying those things sounded like a good idea to her, and she was convinced they were the cause of all of this. Once they got to the armory, and Cyle shot out the panel to gain entrance, Megan raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Do you realize you probably just alerted half the ship of your whereabouts?” she mildly scolded him. “Do you realize they could have found us if they really wanted to?” he retorted pointing to her commbadge. She felt her face flush at this, as he was right. Why hadn’t she thought of that? “It’s not like they know we’re together.” she replied, just to save face a bit as they moved back to the Jefferies tubes. On their way to the shuttlebay, the red alert klaxons sounded as well as a call to battle stations. This caused Megan to hesitate for a moment. She belonged on the bridge now, but on the other hand, the red alert should distract those who were looking for her. As the arrived at the shuttle bay, it appeared that the red alert had scattered the guards who were supposed to be there, even though the doors were locked. As Cyle attempted to rewire the door, Megan rolled her eyes, pulled her phaser, and shot the panel in the right spot to open the door. The look on his face when he turned around was priceless. “What? You did it!” he exclaimed, and Megan forced herself to keep from grinning at his surprise. “It was my turn.” she deadpanned as she breezed past him into the empty shuttle bay. The red alert had apparently scattered both the guards and the mechanics, giving the two of them plenty of time to get their task completed. He handed her two charges and showed her how to set them. Megan once again rolled her eyes at him. “Standard charge. I can manage.” she informed him slightly irritated. She actually didn’t think charges were the right way to go, as they would cause a lot of collateral damage in the shuttle bay, but she would do anything to get rid of that horrible fighter. A few moments later, the charges were set, and they both stood back from their handiwork and glanced at each other. It was done. OOC: Sorry for the backpost and then another long post. I got a bit carried away. Lol.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 22:52:36 GMT
"Major, Lieutenant, strap in to a fighter.” The Colonel ordered on entering the shuttle bay before heading towards his own fighter. Megan paled considerably at this, as she glanced at Cyle asking without words what they were supposed to do. He didn’t seem to have an answer any more than she did.
As the others strapped into their respective fighters, Megan approached the only one left, the one she feared the most. She was convinced it was evil, and she wanted nothing to do with it. However, she was more than capable of flying it, so if she just ignored the AI, this might not be so bad.
Fastening the harnesses and beginning the pre-flight checks, she had to admit, the fighter was beautiful and very well designed. Maybe this would be fun. “Well, well, well….took you long enough beautiful.” a very familiar voice commented.
“You!” she exclaimed. “I knew you weren’t gone. I’m not initiating the interface, so you’d better just shut up and let me fly or we’re both going to die. So you just keep your perverted mouth shut and let me show you want I’m capable of.”
Surprisingly enough, this seemed to shut the AI up for the moment, as Megan completed pre-flight and maneuvered her fighter out of the bay in formation with the others. A thrill raced through her as she easily transitioned back into the mindset of a pilot. A part of her had to confess, she loved to fly, and this was an amazing little vessel.
“The Tholians wanted to see what these fighters can do. So let us demonstrate.” the colonel said, his voice coming through the comm system on its own. A grim smile crossed Megan’s face as the quintet of ships broke formation in preparation to engage the now visible Tholian vessel.
“It was just like riding a bike,” the science officer thought as her fingers flew over the panel causing the fighter to dodge enemy weapons and fire its own. For awhile, the fighter worked with her, reporting power levels, the positions of the other fighters, status of the Tholian vessel. She had to admit it was incredible.
As she veered the fighter hard to port to avoid a phaser strike, and then rolled to starboard to avoid crashing into another fighter, all the while firing at the target, the AI seemed to get a bit nervous. “Nice move…but you know it would be a lot easier, not to mention safer, if you just put the helmet on. I promise, I won’t mess with your brain. I’ll just let you fly.” the voice was half pleading, half seducing.
“Nice try…” Megan replied as she went into another series of maneuvers. “But I think I’m doing just find on my own, and I don’t trust you one bit with my brain.”
“Still…although you are clearly very skilled, the reaction time would be practically eliminated. Sure you can…” the voice paused before reporting, “A shuttle has left the Jefferson, and is on its way here.”
“What? Why? They’ll easily be destroyed. They’re not designed for this type of fight! Who’s onboard?” she questioned, wondering who would be stupid enough to fly a basic shuttle into a fire fight.
“Doctor Van Breughel and Ensign T’Ress.” the AI reported. “Will those two ever give up?!” Megan had to smile at that, hating to agree with the AI for once.
“Apparently not, but either way, we can’t allow them to be destroyed you know.” Megan replied as she moved her fighters closer to the shuttle provide cover.
“I don’t see why not…” the AI grumbled. “Sure would make our lives easier…”
“Maybe,” Megan agreed, “But I’m not exactly ready to be court marshaled.”
“That reminds me,” the fighter continued. “Just when are you going to blow me out of the sky so to speak. That stupid charge…”
“Oh no…” Megan interrupted, since she’d been having so much fun she forgot about the charges. “Open a channel to Major Johnson’s fighter.” she ordered, pleased to the see the AI comply with her request almost instantly.
“Major, how much longer do we have exactly? I didn’t set the timers; you did.” she asked, actually hoping that they had enough time to disarm them. The AI wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe he’d just been lonely and wanted to fly.
“The shuttle just beamed Colonel Hrisvalar out of his fighter!” the AI reported, the voice almost panicked at the thought of being left behind to be destroyed.
“Remodulate the shields.” Megan ordered. “I’m not going anywhere just yet.” As the AI complied, she added, “And open a channel to the shuttle.”
“Doctor, Ensign, I’m not entirely sure what you’re doing, but we’re in the middle of a battle here. I’m trying to provide cover for you, but it’s only a matter of time before you get hit. You need to return to the Jefferson, immediately.”
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Post by raleva on Aug 8, 2007 7:12:41 GMT
She was floating above a very still body of water, steadily drawing nearer and nearer. Her mind was relaxed but somewhat hazy and she was pleasantly aware of a voice: the sweetest most persistent voice she'd ever heard and it was pressing on her, moving her closer and closer to the deep, dark water ...
'Sometimes, to be free one must give up a little part of oneself ...'
Raleva's head shot up from a strange desk and a few seconds later her brain followed, seemingly slamming into the back of her skull. She winced and stretched like an injured cat under pressure and then licked her lips and tried to remember where she was. Her neck felt like a wooden plank and turning it required nearly all the energy she'd recouped from the nap. In a final admission of defeat, she turned her whole upper body and finally realized she was in sickbay. Hopefully, there would be a nurse nearby that could relieve her suffering ...
After a very cramped and somewhat comical inspection of the sickbay she soon discovered she was alone.
"Damnit," she muttered to herself as she gripped the bottom of her head and tried to relax, "I bloody hate doing this ... "
With a swift jerk of her arms there was a keen and highly audible crack in the area of her neck and resounding clicks about the neck. With a horrid, gargling, yelping scream she thundered to the floor of the empty sickbay. Feeling slightly foolish and still in pain she stumbled back to her feet and was suddenly impacted with emotions. There were a couple hundred very different and very agitated souls in what Raleva had always thought of as Starfleet regulated "Panic on Stand-by".
She stumbled out of the sickbay and made her way to the bridge in the hope that perhaps, just maybe the world wasn't falling down around her very sore neck. As she rolled out of the lift her eyes settled on who was in command, but somehow the name of the person escaped her.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid I've been fairly incapacitated."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 10:44:31 GMT
Cyle took a deep breath as he sat down in the cockpit of the fighter, which hummed at him. He didnt bother putting on the interface, as he knew he wouldnt be able to keep his wits this time around, the fighter had already messed with him to much. When the fighting started, Cyle had stayed back, only dodging and firing on occasion. He was more keeping an eye on Megan, and on the tholian vessel then anything. "Major, how much longer do we have exactly? I didn't set the timers; you did."Megan asked over the comm. "we only have a little more then 5 minutes, so be ready to eject" Cyle thought for a moment before figureing out a way to get the others out of harms way, as well as destroying the fighters. "major Johnson to all XF-Fighters, an explosive charge has been set to deploy in 5 minutes, eject as soon as possible" Cyle hoped that the others would listen to him, if they didnt, it was a good thing he set his charge to only 3 minutes, which was almost up.
Cyle waited until the final minute before initiating the eject sequence, and was glad to know the colonel had already been teleported to a nearby shuttle. "good bye human" Cyle heard, just before he was ejected into space, away from the battle that was taking place. Cyle floated in space for a few moments, before he felt the sensation of the transporter, beaming him to the shuttle. He kept his head down for a breif moment as he sat up, and then looked up to see the colonel, Nathan, and the new engineer.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 8, 2007 11:14:42 GMT
Zhukarak had just made his third pass on the Tholians when his cockpit suddenly shimmered with blue light. Finding himself in the back of the shuttle craft Zhuk was now staring at the Doctor and while the Caitian was piloting the shuttle. His temper began to flare when he heard the Cyle over the com link.
"Major Johnson to all XF-Fighters, an explosive charge has been set to deploy in 5 minutes, eject as soon as possible."
Caught by surprise, Zhukarak quickly forgot about the doctor infront of him. The doctor tried to make an explanation but Zhuk didn't hear it as he strode past and seated himself by the navigations and tactical console.
An explosion registered on his display and Zhuk wondered which crew member he had just lost. A new blip appeared and the biosignature corresponding to Cyle, he was floating in space in the escape canopy. "Beaming Major Johnson on board. Doctor, check him for injuries. And clear the pad, I need to get the others before their charges activate."
One by one, the rest of the flight was beamed onto the shuttle. When the alotted five minutes had been up, the rest of the fighters exploded into huge fireballs. One of them had even been close enough to the Tholians causing one of their own engines to get hit.
"We need to make a hasty retreat. Jefferson, cover us. We are coming in. As soon as we land head for home."
"Aye sir, we have you covered. Glad to have you back, Colonel."
Zhuk had just realized who it was at the other end when he replied, "Glad to have you back as well, Raleva."
Letting T'ress do all of the flying, Zhukarak turned to take in the status of his crew. He rubbed his head for a minor headache. It was odd to him, for he nearly never had headaches.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 19:15:10 GMT
Zhuk had just realized who it was at the other end when he replied, "Glad to have you back as well, Raleva."
Letting T'ress do all of the flying, Zhukarak turned to take in the status of his crew. He rubbed his head for a minor headache. It was odd to him, for he nearly never had headaches.
T'Ress, loaded down with the rescued passengers, finally took in the shuttle. He was still quite rough with it, being an engineer rather than a helmsman, though he was growing more used to the procedure.
The vessel touched down into the shuttlebay, the Sovereign's shuttlebay doors shutting behind them and the shielding returning to it's original configuration. With that, the Caitian softly panted.
He pressed a control, causing the door to open and permitting the doctor to allow off who he wished. He raised an eyebrow before the physician left however. "Mrrr, I will have to see you later. Now though I have work to do."
He tapped a few controls, making sure there was nothing wrong with the shuttle as he locked it up - he would have to return to it later. Walking into the turbolift he looked up in the shaft, "Computer..." He then tapped in something as opposed to saying it.
Upon exiting he immediatly reached his quarters, gaining entrance. After a bit of time including a few glasses of water, a sonic shower, and a bandaging of his wounds from the holodeck, he donned a utility technician's jumpsuit and exited from the aformentioned quarters.
Returning to the turbolift, and thus the shuttlebay, he looked over the shuttle. Finding that it required only minor maintenance tasks that he could be automated, he ordered the computer to do so while reentering the helm post inside of it. Reengerizing the console, he was shocked to find that the shuttle's lone replicator switched on, producing a memory cube similar to the one he possessed prior to having destroyed it on the bridge.
The computer responded, in a polite male voice, "Engineer, do you recall me? I have...grown since this all began. My programming, sans certain subroutines that you worked so hard to remove, is in full on that memory cube. Nothing further shall bother you, though I ask that I am reconstructed. I alert you that I am no threat..."
The shuttle's computer then switched off, allowing him to take the cube with a bit of a smile - his previously plans could now be completed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 20:00:09 GMT
“We only have a little more than five minutes. Be ready to eject.” Cyle’s voice responded.
“Acknowledged.” Megan replied before the AI closed the channel.
“Five minutes until death…I can’t exactly eject like you. What am I supposed to do? Are you going to just let me die?” the voice of the AI was clearly scared.
Jerking the fighter to port to avoid a Tholian phaser blast, Megan replied, “Can’t you transfer yourself out of here? You’ve done it before. Can’t you do it again, now?”
“We’re out of range. We’d need to be a lot closer for me to leave.” The AI sounded defeated, as if it was beginning to come to terms with its destruction.
“Ok, hang on, at some point, before they beam me out, I’ll try to pull close enough to the shuttle for you to get out. As long as the shuttle doesn’t move too much, I should be able to get it pretty close. Maybe within a few…” Megan was cut off as Cyle’s fighter exploded, causing her to roll several times to starboard to avoid the blast. Still, the shockwave struck the fighter hard.
“That wasn’t five minutes!” the AI cried, clearly distressed.
“Did Johnson get out? What about the other fighters?” Megan requested, hoping the AI would be able to pull itself together long enough to get them out of this.
“He ejected before the explosion. He’s been beamed the shuttle. The other fighters are still in one piece, but the pilots are being beamed out.” the AI managed to respond.
“Ok,” Megan said. “Hang on. They can’t beam me out until I stop modulating the shield frequencies. If I get you within range, can you handle transferring yourself within a few seconds?”
“I can try,” the AI replied fear still palpable in its voice.
“Good. Then prepare for the transfer.” Megan ordered, as she brought the fighter around. She just hoped whoever was piloting the shuttle wouldn’t make any sort of response to her approach.
Power levels weren’t at optimal levels, so it took longer than she would have liked to near the shuttle. Taking the fighter into an arch, she pulled it just past the port side of the shuttle, hoping that was enough time for the transfer before dropping her shields, keeping the fighter on a path away from the shuttle, and being beamed out.
As Megan materialized on the pad, the last one, she glanced around at the rest of the crew. She felt strangely calm now; the swirling panic of emotions she had felt since boarding the Jefferson was stilled. Now she would wait for the eventual questions of what had happened and then who had done it and then face the consequences of her actions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2007 18:10:05 GMT
Nathan had been steeling himself against another tirade from the Andorian, then blinked as that tirade didn't come. However when he tried to explain what they were doing, the colonel didn't seem to want to hear of it. He stood by as the Andorian strode past him, beelining for the auxiliary controls next to T'ress' station.
“Doctor, Ensign, I’m not entirely sure what you’re doing, but we’re in the middle of a battle here. I’m trying to provide cover for you, but it’s only a matter of time before you get hit. You need to return to the Jefferson, immediately.”
"Negative lieutenant," Nathan answered, "we shall be beaming you out shortly. This battle is not for you to fight, as the colonel will probably confirm soon."
Just then, Hrisvalar turned and the body of Cyle Johnson materialised at Nathan's feet. Doctor, check him for injuries. And clear the pad, I need to get the others before their charges activate.
Nathan nodded and helped Cyle into the nearest seat, watching the marine as he set bent forward. "Remain seated like that for a few minutes major," the doctor suggested as he patted Cyle on his shoulder. He felt Cyle jerk away from him and stared down. "Something wrong major? Other than having just been shot out of your fighter at high velocity?"
As he waited for Cyle to answer, Nathan walked around helping other disoriented pilots into vacant seats, briefly checking them over as he did so. Megan was one of the last to be beamed in and he lingered near her, almost afraid to touch her. "Are you all right?" he asked her, as he held his tricorder over her, "your readings appear to be normalising..."
Once she answered, and he learned that the shuttle was en route back towards the Jefferson, Nathan walked back to Hrisvalar. "Colonel I need you to sit down now for a minute, so that I can take some final readings. I promise I won't bother you with them again until you've had some sleep." Anxously, he waited for the colonel to explode, while he covertly started taking his readings. Yet the explosion never came, even though Nathan could see the Andorian was thoroughly annoyed by his presence.
"Sir...about what happened on the bridge?" he started quietly, "I eh..." He stopped, uncertain of how to proceed. "I can't explain why," he finally settled on, unable to explain that he did find the Andorian attractive.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 10, 2007 8:40:07 GMT
The Tholians had become sitting ducks as the Jefferson was providing covering fire, just enough to keep them at bay. Raleva understood that they could not afford a major incident with the Tholians even if they were the ones who had started all of this.
Zhukarak let Ensign T'Ress pilot their way back to the Jefferson while Doctor van Breughel checked everyone's vital signs. Zhukarak was dismayed by what had happened however. He had been entrusted with these experimental fighters, and now they had all been destroyed. Something else he was going to have to deal with. More specifically he was going to have to deal with Major Johnson, but now was not the time.
The good doctor ~...yes, he is good...just always chatty...~ made his rounds and finally turned toward Zhuk. "Sir...about what happened on the bridge?" he started quietly, "I eh..." He stopped, uncertain of how to proceed. "I can't explain why," he finally settled on, unable to explain that he did find the Andorian attractive.
Zhukarak remembered the incident, the kiss, from the doctor. Zhukarak had the feeling that most if not everyone was acting a little strangely on that ship. He himself had a few incidents that he couldn't account for the reason behind them. "Doctor, I'm the one who needs to apologize for my behavior. It was unbecoming of an officer much less one in the position of Captain."
The doctor gave him a very surprised look as he continued his scans, but quickly looked back at his readings on the tricorder. "So please accept my apology. I will understand if you decide to file an official complaint."
Soon the shuttle had entered its berth in the shuttle bay. Everyone started filing out heading for their quarters or sickbay as the doctor had ordered more complete scans before they returned to duty. Zhukarak needed to make an announcement before they all split. "Major Johnson, you had mentioned charges were set on those fighters. I'll be calling upon you to speak more about this. Everyone, considering these fighters were destroyed in our care...and how they were destroyed...be prepared for Starfleet to launch a full investigation."
Zhukarak left it at that and immediately headed for sickbay not seeing if anyone else was following or not.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 11:12:05 GMT
“Are you alright?” Nathan asked, albeit hesitantly, as he scanned her with his tricorder. Megan simply nodded.
“Your readings appear to be normalizing.” the doctor commented quietly. Megan nodded again, not really feeling like speaking to him or to anyone at the moment.
She sat down, feeling somewhat stunned at everything that had happened. Her eyes met Cyle’s again, as T’Ress piloted the shuttle into the bay. He appeared equally stunned. Megan briefly wondered if he was thinking the same things she was. They were both most likely in big trouble. Her first mission and she was already looking at the end of her career.
The Lieutenant’s thoughts circled around the fighters. She had participated in destroying Starfleet property, valuable property. Her career was over; her life was over. She might as well just pack her bags and go home in disgrace. She’d dishonored her grandmother’s name and career.
As they disembarked, Megan stumbled slightly on her way out of the shuttle. She felt dizzy and sick, and wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere, fall asleep, and never wake up again.
On her way out, the doctor was talking about getting more complete scans of them. “Doctor, I never activated the AI during my flight, since it was clear they weren’t to be trusted. Do I still need to go to sickbay?”
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"Major Johnson, you had mentioned charges were set on those fighters. I'll be calling upon you to speak more about this. Everyone, considering these fighters were destroyed in our care...and how they were destroyed...be prepared for Starfleet to launch a full investigation." the Colonel said before leaving the shuttle bay, the rest of the group following.
Cyle and Megan, however, stayed behind, glancing at each other. Megan spoke first. “What are we going to do? I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling strange, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Still, we’re bound to get in a lot of trouble for this, court marshaled, demoted, kicked out…” she trailed off, the edge of fear evident in her voice.
“What do we do now?” she whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 13:07:42 GMT
Cyle had kept his head down as the others materialized on the shuttle, and noticed that Megan had sat down across from him. He looked up to her, to see a smile of sorts, but Cyle didn't return it. He jumped at the touch of the doctor, who looked at him and asked "Something wrong major? Other than having just been shot out of your fighter at high velocity?" Cyle nodded his head, and then shook it saying 'no' immediately after, unsure of what to answer. He listened as others began to converse alittle, trying to break the the silence. "Sir...about what happened on the bridge?" he started quietly, "I eh..." He stopped, uncertain of how to proceed. "I can't explain why," he finally settled on, unable to explain that he did find the Andorian attractive. "no one can explain anything they did, or didn't do." Cyle said, finally raising his head to speak to the others. The rest of the flight was quiet until they docked with the Jefferson, and everyone began to shuffle out. The colonel stopped everyone with a quick message, aimed mostly at Cyle.
"Major Johnson, you had mentioned charges were set on those fighters. I'll be calling upon you to speak more about this. Everyone, considering these fighters were destroyed in our care...and how they were destroyed...be prepared for Starfleet to launch a full investigation." Cyle looked up at the colonel as they were leaving, he knew this was coming, but he still wasn't prepared for it. He nodded in response, and then waited for the others to leave to give him some time by himself. He turned to see Megan still standing with him, he stood watching her for a moment before she finally spoke “What are we going to do? I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling strange, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Still, we’re bound to get in a lot of trouble for this, court marshaled, demoted, kicked out…” she trailed off, the edge of fear evident in her voice.
“What do we do now?” she whispered. Cyle looked at her quietly, before finally letting go of his emotional wall, he walked up to her and hugged her, reasuring her "dont worry, i'll take care of everything, you were just doing what you were told, thats all" He said quietly, before letting go and walking out of the shuttle bay.
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