Nephi: Yes. Can I go now so I can make sure you guys are able to get over there safely? Let me know when you're ready to beam over.
Alex chuckled and then nodded. Nephi walked back over to his Station.
Joktel: How exactly are we going to control their shields?
Dan: We're just going to disrupt them for a while. Paria, scan their shields. We need to get close as possible on their shield harmonics. Joktel, once she has them, set up the Main Deflector to emit a beam inverse to those harmonics. That should do a nice job of cancelling them out for a while.
Paria: I'm on it.
Nephi stood watching for a tense moment. Joktel was accessing Deflector Control.
Alex: Commander, take 5 crew to Transporter Room 2. I'll take 5 to Transporter Room 1. Send 6 to Transporter 3 in case we need reinforcement. There are two entrances to the cabin where the Admiral is being held. You take the front, I'll take the back and we'll retrieve the Admiral as quickly as possible. And make sure you grab some pattern enhancers in case we need them.
Zoarial: Understood Commander Dixon. I trust that we won't be disrupted in communicating once aboard the ship, I will keep you informed about my whereabouts. I will immideately go to the transporter room and request a journey right away, if you agree.
Alex: We'll beam over when Jacobsen is able to negate the other ships shields.
Waiting was not a thing that Zoarial disliked, but when mixed with excitement it was not something that Zoarial preferred. Luckily there were still lots of things going on, for example Nathan, who was just entering the room. The final details were discussed and after the briefing Zoarial made sure that he was busy until Nephi was able to deactivate the shields. Keeping himself busy would surely surpress his energylevel, Zoarial tried being busy as hard as he could.
Zoarial selected 5 members for his team who were also with him during the Jem'Hadar invasion, and with some extra weapons he and his team headed to transporter room 2.
Zoarial: Ok team, listen up, once our CEO has worked his way around the shields the first team, under command of Ensign Harper, will beam abord the Jem'Hadar ship, functioning like a kind of decoy. We will wait here for about 2 minutes and then we will be beamed aboard as well. We will secure the area as quickly as possible, so no fooling around, you know that kind of things... we're dealing with.
Finally Nephi gave a green light, and Zoarial made a quick checkup to see if he had everything with him. When he ran through his pockets he found out that he had forgotten the pattern enhancers. When Zoarial requested them from the officer at the transporter controls, he was told that there weren't any at his location and that he had to get a set out of the adjecent room.
Guessing he has enough time Zoarial quickly ran towards the designated spot and retrieved the enhancers. But when he got back the team was already dissolving, gone in a couple of seconds. Zoarial ordered another transport and he was reliefed to see familiar faces around him.
Haywood: Forgive me commander Zoarial, I tried to halt the process but I was unable to.
Zoarial: Luckily I was also able to be beamed across so there's nothing to worry. Let's see if we can locate the admiral.
Zoarial got a tricoder out of his pocket only to discover it was malfunctioning. He hoped that Alex could give a little information about where he should look for, so he tried to contact him.
Zoarial: =/\=Zoarial to commander Dixon, I have established control of my current location, but to be honoust I have no idea in which direction I should look for the admiral, my tricoder isn't working either. I hope that Ensign Harper's decoy is functioning as it should, because I would hate to stumble into some more Jem'Hadar now.=/\=
Alex would have loved to answer Zoarial, but he had his hands full of Jem Hadar right now, literally. He was actually on the back of a large enemy soldier as the berserk being tried to shake him off. Something it was finding difficult as Alex had his arms tightly wrapped around it's neck. The rest of his team was either fighting other Jem Hadar or unable to shoot at the one Alex was one for fear of hitting the commander.
This particular Jem Hadar and already injured two of Alex's team before Alex had jumped on him. Alex hadn't been sure of what else to do, and had been trying to reach the Ketracel White supply. The Jem Hadar abruptly changed tactics and ran backwards into a bulkhead, just as Alex got a hand on the tube. The impact jarred Alex off the Jem Hadar's back, which also ripped the white tube out of the Jem Hadar.
The being turned towards Alex, quickly going even more berserk than it already was and raised it's weapon like a club, clearly intent on using it on Alex's head. Then it was hit from several directions simultaneously by phaser fire and dropped to the floor.
Dixon climbed to his feet. The security team had finished off the rest of the Jem Hadar in the room. Abruptly, the deck shook slightly and the sound of an explosion echoed through the ship. It seemed the Ensign Harper was hard at work.
Alex grabbed his tricorder as the security team cautiously peeked through doors, securing the area. Zoarial was right, the tricorders weren't working. It was likely the Jem Hadar had some kind of field up which interfered with Federation scanNing frequencies. That would explain why it had been so difficult to find the Admiral from the Raven.
Unsure what to do, Alex held the tricorder against his chest and looked at the readout. It couldn't even read his own life readings at close range. That said the problem was the tricorder itself. Alex ran an internal diagnostic on the device, which returned gibberish. It was being scrambled. There wasn't a field at all. It was being jammed with electronic noise.
Alex initiated a level 4 encryption mode on the tricorder, then removed the power supply, rebooting it manually. Once it restarted, the encryption seemed to be protecting the electronics package.
Holding the device up, Alex scanned around and quickly found the Admiral. He was still on the Deck, but had been moved from the room he had been in and was closer to Zoarial than him.
Alex tapped him communicator. "Zoarial, the Admiral is closer to you. Take your team out the door to your right. Follow the corridor for about 15 metres. He's in the room on your left hand side. I'll meet you there. Dixon out."
Alex detailed one man to stay behind to protect the wounded and set up the pattern enhancers. Then he and the other two security personel left their little room to try to catch up to Zoarial.
As they were proceeding up the corridor, the deck shook again, harder this time. Alex winced to himself, hoping that Ensign Harper wasn't getting too carried away.
"Welcome back, Mr. Harper. I assume that Dr. Amhil has certified you to go back on duty?" Commander Dixon asked, giving Zoarial a doubtful look out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm sure that she's happy that I'm out of Sickbay" Harper replied, as honestly as possible.
Alex was tempted to check, but he was terribly short on personel right now. "All right Ensign. We are getting ready to recover the Admiral. We've determined that he is being held in a cabin on Deck 4, and Lt. Jacobsen has figured out a way to control the ships shields temporarily, but we can't beam him off without pattern enhancers. I have assembled three teams in each of the transporter rooms. Zoarial and I will lead one each. Now that you're here, you take the team in transporter room three. Your team will now beam over first with the mission of creating a diversion that will hopefully draw some Jem Hadar away from the Admiral. Then Zoarial and I will go in and grab him, eliminating whatever Jem Hadar are left. Once we have the Admiral, we'll signal you and beam back to the Raven. Any questions?"
"No Sir!" Nathan said before walking out and heading towards Transporter room 3.
He arived and saw a team of five officers waiting.
"Excuse me Ensign but can you tell me when Mr. Harper is getting here?" One officer asked.
"I am Ensign Harper - CTSO. Is everything alright?"
The officer looked very embarrassed and muttered something about being sorry.
Nathan supressed a smile.
"Right!" He said. "We need to cause a distraction so Commanders Dixon and Zoarial can rescue the Admiral. We will beam in and begin shooting anything in sight. Walls, Jem' Hadar - anything! This could end up in deaths so be careful! Lets go!"
The team beamed over and immdeiately began firing.
Off: Sorry for not posting, again Been sick the past few days, but all is well now! On with the post:
Amhil was annoyed. Very annoyed. Whoever said doctors were the worst patients, hadn't seen most of the crew on the Raven, especially those who had been in sickbay the past few hours or so. Amhil sighed, she really didn't blame her patients of getting bored or wanting to know what was going on, but really, how was she supposed to do her work when most of them tried to get away at every opportunity they got? The past hour there had been various 'escape' attempts (one involving a hypospray and a black coffee muck, which had resulted in a very dazed and very happy-looking crewman who had then continued singing the first 10 couplets of his nation's favorite folk song, but Amhil tried to forget about that) However, after that....incident, not much out of the ordinary had happened and most of the patients had been kind enough to stay on their biobeds. Amhil grinned. Well, at least try to stay on their biobeds.
Part of her staff had been cleaning up sickbay, and now it looked a lot better. And they didn't have to search for every little thing when they needed something. After Nathan had left, Amhil had set Brooks back to work on Majeski's case. He had pretty quickly found a way to keep the Elf stable and they had made sure the radiation couldn't effect him any more. But a full recovery hadn't come up yet and Amhil hoped that quick but throughout scan of his body would shine bit more light on the case, and help them find what actually held back the full effect of the serum.
In the mean time the doctor herself had found a few minutes to get rid of that headache and after an injection of a hypo, she felt a lot better. She sighed in relief when finally the calm sensation of the meds working washed over her and she couldn't help but be a bit amused by the fact that though she was the most in sickbay, she was one of the last to get her pain out of the way. She placed the hypo back and made her way straight towards Brooks.
"Any luck?" She asked, looking over the ensign's shoulder at the readouts on the screen.
"Yes, actually." And he pointed to the place where a simulation of Majeski's blood cells reacting on the serum could be seen. There was barely a reaction, more like they pushed each other away.
"The normal reaction.." Brooks said, and Amhil nodded. He called up another screen and enlarged one of the cells. "Now, with this, the old version of the medicine, they cell reacts. Problem; It has no effect." Another screen came up. "This component works, but doesn't have the desired effect, and the other doesn't work, but has the desired effect. Combining the two would only result in a ineffective-not-working medicine." Amhil nodded, and at last the final screen came up. "The answer is pretty simple.."
Amhil stared at the screen and was quite frankly, quite amazed by the simple solution. "So...two..?" She asked, staring at the ensign. He grinned and nodded; "Two shots, yes. Only thing we need to make sure is that the cell stays as it is after the first shot, and bang, that should do it." Amhil grinned. "Good work, very good." She said and made a mental note that she should scribble this in his staff report. "Let's get to work, then."
Alex and his small team cautiously turned a corner in the corridor to see Zoarial and his force crouched on either side of a single door. They all turned and pointed various weapons at Dixon, but returned to covering the door when they figured out who it was.
Dixon appointed the members of his team to secure the corridor so that they wouldn't be surprised, the joined Cmdr. Zoarial. Alex thought that the Klingon was in the best mood he had been in since he boarded the Raven. "Are your forces ready, Zoarial?" Alex asked.
Zoarial growled happily. "All right, you know the plan. Go!" Alex said. Zoarial turned and gestured to his team. One man raised his rifle, checked the settings and fired at the door, vapourizing it instantly. Another tossed a stun grenade it the open room. After the explosion, the team charged into the room, Zoarial in the lead. Alex went in with the second wave.
Up against the far wall was the unconscious form of the person they were looking for. Admiral Kenneth Moratz, from Starfleet Logisitics was tied to a chair looking around dazedly from the effects of the grenade. Four Jem Hadar warriors were unconscious or dead on the floor. Zoarial and his team were verifying the room was clear, while Alex went over and started untying the captive. "Admiral, we're here to get you out." The man stared at Alex, but gave no hint that he understood.
Dixon looked over at two security men and told them to carry the Admiral to the beam out point, and they all left the room.
Alex tapped his communicator. "Nathan, we have the Admiral. Get to your pattern enhancers."
There was a brief pause, then the Ensign answered. "Acknowledged sir. I..." There was a loud explosion over the comm channel, and the Dominion ship shook again. "I think that you might want to hurry sir. Harper out."
Dixon looked over at Zoarial and they started urging their tiny force along faster. The group reached the room with their pattern enhancers. The Admiral and six of the injured security force beamed back to the Raven, while the rest watched for Jem Hadar.
Once they were gone, Dixon, Zoarial and the rest stepped within the enhancement field and beamed back to the Raven. Alex couldn't recall a transporter room looking so good.
About 10 seconds after they beamed back, the Raven shook violently. Alex contacted Engineering. "What just happened, Mr. Jacobsen?"
"The Dominion ship self-destructed sir. It appears that Ens. Harper is too good at his job." Nephi replied.
Dixon shrugged. Whatever. "That's fine. We recovered the Admiral. Get navigation to plot the fastest course out of the Briar Patch. Dixon out."
OOC Well, that's it, everyone. Excellent mission! There are a few things left to cover before we get back to Starbase, but the mission itself is pretty much over. Feel free to relax, sit in your quarters or do whatever, go to the holodeck or whatever you wish to do.
"Approaching edge of the Briar Patch sir" David Vegas reported.
Alex looked up from display screen on the command chair, where he had been examining the personel jacket for the Admiral that they had rescued. It was good to be back on the bridge, which had been cleaned up from the tau radiation contamination that it had suffered. On the main screen, the exotic oranges and blues of the Briar Patch slowly faded into the utter black and tiny star points of deep space.
Alex glance with some relief over at Zoarial, who was sitting in the first officer's chair. The Klingon nodded in reply. In the background, Dixon vaguely heard the sound of the turbolift door opening and closing. Turning back to the screen, Dixon said "Mr. Vegas, lay in a course for Starbase Assailant and give us the best speed our chief engineer will allow us."
Vegas started entering commands into his console when an unfamiliar voice said "Belay that order!"
Every head in the room turned towards the turbolift, where the haggard figure of Admiral Moartz stood. "Admiral on deck!" Zoarial barked, and the bridge crew stood to attention.
"At ease" Moratz replied, and everyone slowly returned to their seats as he made his way toward the captain's chair.
Alex stood. "I don't think that we've been introduced. I'm Commander Alex Dixon, and this is my first officer, Commander Zoarial."
"Admiral Kenneth Moratz, Starfleet Logistics Division. Thanks to you and your crew for rescuing me" he replied.
"Sir, I strongly recommend that the Raven return to Assailant. The ship is damaged and we have a large number of casualties" Alex reported.
"I'm sorry to hear that Commander" the Admiral replied, emphasizing Alex's rank, "but the mission I'm on will take precedence over the Raven's condition." Moratz walked over the the Navigation console and looked over Vegas' shoulder. "Mr. Vegas, set course 392.45 and engage."
"Stand by, Mr. Vegas" Alex said, starting to get angry. "Admiral, may I speak to you in the ready room please?"
The Admiral didn't look very happy either. "All right, Commander" he said, and walked into the ready room.
Alex waited until the Admiral had entered the ready room, then turned to Zoarial. "Maintain position until further orders." Cmdr. Zoarial nodded and sat back down in his chair, while Alex walked in the captain's ready room.
Admiral Moratz had sat himself on a couch and had what smelled like a cup of coffee in his hands. "It's been several days since I've had one" he said. Alex nodded, walked over and sat behind the desk.
"Tell me why I should risk the safety of the Raven for your mission" Alex said bluntly. The Admiral's cup stopped on it's way to his mouth.
"As I recall, Gus Weill was in command of the Raven, and a commander Majeski was the first officer. I don't recall your name at all" the Admiral said, trying to change the subject.
"Captain Weill has taken another assignment, and Commander Majeski is in sickbay" Alex explained. "I'm next in the chain of command, so the Raven is mine until Starfleet says so or Cmdr. Majeski gets better. You haven't answered my question, Admiral. Why should I risk the Raven further?"
"I am Starfleet on this ship, Commander" Moratz rumbled, getting to his feet "and I order the Raven to rendezvous with the Sutherland!"
Alex stood as well. "You are an Admiral in the Logistics service, and you have little authority over a ship of the line. By regulation and tradition, the Raven is mine and she'll not go on any course that I don't set for her!" Alex yelled back, infuriated. "Unless you tell me what the mission is."
"You don't have a high enough security level" the Admiral said softly.
Alex dropped back down into his chair, thinking. "Sir, what ship were you supposed to meet? Am I allowed to know that?"
"A Nebula class. The USS Sutherland" Moratz replied.
"Fine, here's my offer Admiral. You allow the Raven to return to Starbase with no further interference, and I'll give you the fastest shuttle aboard and a pilot if you need one. With the Raven in her present state, a shuttle will get you to the Sutherland faster" Alex bargained.
Moratz thought for a moment, the said "Deal". The two of them stood and walked out of the ready room and onto the bridge. Alex walked up to Zoarial.
"Commander, escort the Admiral to Shuttle Bay 1. He will be taking a pilot and a Type 9 shuttle." Alex said.
"Yes sir" Zoarial replied, then turned to Moratz. "Come with me, Admiral."
Moratz nodded and started moving towards the turbolift. "I won't forget this, Commander Dixon" the Admiral said ominously as he and Zoarial stepped off the bridge.
The doors closed, and Alex replied "Neither will I, sir..." Dixon sat back down in his chair. Mr. Vegas, as soon as the shuttle is clear of the bay, set course for Starbase Assailant. Best speed."
Weapons roared all around Nathan. He and his team had been moving along the deck steadily firing at anything they could. So far they had no casualties. They arrived at a room that was locked.
Nathan blasted the door open.
The away team walked through the doors and saw three plasma storage tanks.
"I have an idea." Nathan said. "If we fire at these tanks they will explode and cause the ship to self distruct."
Mnay of the team members nodded. A phaser beam cut through the air and sawed through one of Nathans officers.
"NO!" Nathan cried, spinning around and breaking the culprit Jem'Hadars neck.
"Fire at those tanks." Nathan said over the din that was the phaser fight outside the room. The team fired as Nathan picked up the limp form of the dead officer, he didn't even no his name.
"Harper, we need to leave now. These tanks will overheat and explode in two minutes." One man said.
Nathan, we have the Admiral. Get to your pattern enhancers."
There was a brief pause, then the Ensign answered. "Acknowledged sir. I..." There was a loud explosion over the comm channel, and the Dominion ship shook again. "I think that you might want to hurry sir. Harper out."
The team ran out of the room, stil firing at the persuing Jem' Hadar. They arrived at the transport site and set up the patern enhancers. The tem dissapeard in a swirl of blue mist. A phaser beam slicing through the air where Nathan's head was minutes earlier.
They all appeared in the transporter room and Nathan requested a site to site to Sickbay for him and his team. He did not want to carry a dead officer through the corriders. They dissapeard in mist again and reappeard in Sickbay.
Nathn laid the limp officer on the bed and made sure that his men were seen too before leaving Sickbay. He had already spent too much time there since he had arrived back on the Raven.
He made his way to the Bridge, his uniform slightly torn but he felt he needed to make a personal report to Commander Dixon.
He arrived on the bridge and walked towards Commander Dixon who stood up and greeted him.
"Sir. I am afraid to say that we lost a man over there." Nathan said.
"Yes Sir. I will make sure his family is informed." Nathan replied.
"I will return to my quarters and get myself cleaned up. I will be back on duty within the hour, Sir."
"Very well. I will make my full report in the debriefing."
Nathan left the Bridge and headed for his quarters. Fatigue settling in.
Everything happened in a rush. To let the excitement settle down a bit, Zoarial wanted to go to his quarters and fall in a deep slumber. He was however pointed at his FO duties, so although he was drowsy, he reported to bridge.
Zoarial felt like his mind was in a completely different place than his body, which luckily had entered auto-pilot mode. Every command was automatically answered and followed, while Zoarial had the time to think over what actually had happened.
Zoarial suddenly noticed the doors gliding open and he immideately rose and yelled there was an admiral on deck, "perhaps a bit too rough", he thought to himself, because everybody actually stood up.
After a quick introduction, Zoarial saw the admiral engaging in a discusion with Alex. In Zoarial's opinion the admiral was too eager to pull his ranks, and when he heared that the admiral insisted a return to the briar patch Zoarial was ready to revolt. Alex made the right decision however, and when he ordered Zoarial to escort the admiral to shuttlebay, the klingon smirked.
While they walked through the passageway, the admiral adressed him.
Admiral: After you bring me to shuttlebay, you will get my belongings from my cabin, I wish that they are in my shuttle as quickly as possible.
Zoarial had a dillema, he didn't like being used as a slave, but then again he didn't want to risk a reprimand either.
Zoarial: The shuttle will have to be prepared first, and I am sometimes a bit short of memory, so I might forget some of your cases. I suggest that I will prepare the shuttle for you admiral, and I will retrieve you from your quaters afterwards.
Admiral: Very fine young man.
When Zoarial arrived at shuttlebay he found the shuttle in top condition, just as he had expected. He made a quick chat with the local crew while he waited about 10 minutes, and went to get the admiral after that.
Zoarial regretted that they wasted both a good shuttle and a good pilot to this arrogant being, but he was reliefed when the shuttle was away from the Raven.
The vessel began moving again, and Zoarial felt crawn towards the bridge, as it was his place to be. He knew that he made one single being happy with a small gesture. So he went to sickbay to get a quick "checkup" and to prove his wellwillingness to spend time there. Zoarial knew that the ship was in good hands with Alex and David as the helms officer. So he risked a short absence on the bridge.
When he had finally reached sickbay he heared through the intercom that it wouldn't take long to reach the starbase, but he nevertheless entered Amhil's domain.
Zoarial: Hi Dr. Eddons, I felt that you might rejoice a little checkup to see whether I've fully recovered.
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