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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2008 20:21:35 GMT
As Salek materialized in sickbay he saw that his bags were taken away, presumably to his quarters and someone actually bothered to dust down the biobeds. Well there actually are some people who are acting under the laws of logic he thought. There were no urgent medical cases for him to attend to as the EMH had pretty much taken care of all the injuries prior to his arrival and the autopsies on the corpses were also done, so he could dedicate himself on finding an agent that could cause people to go insane.
So he went over into his office and accessed the Starfleet Intelligence database. That would give him access to a vast number of different agents, even those not listed in the normal medical databases. But of course that did not prove useful for there was a vast number of different psychotropic agents that could cause such effects. Just as he was about to contact the SMO, he received a call from him-
=/\=I do not need to look it up Colonel, I know of a perfect compound... kayolane, however it will take several hours for its effects to wear off as it is quite powerful. I advise whoever is goin to use it to avoid injecting himself with the compound=/\=
<Tag Wong>
=/\=Colonel, how are you injuries, are you experiencing any discomfort? I hope you are doing the logical thing and avoiding all extreme physical activities.=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2008 19:28:59 GMT
Daniel thrashed in agony as the poison he'd injected himself with coursed through his veins. After several minutes, he got to his feet, panting for breath. His eyes were wide, shining a bright yellow as his pupils narrowed, his ears lying flat against his head. Slowly, on shaking legs, he inched forward, images that he couldn't identify floating through his head.
A few feet away, the phaser that the marine had been forced to abandon was lying for grabs and he picked it up. Checking the battery, he knew it was still charged and he could fire a few rounds with it still when set to kill.
Once he got his bearings again and the corridor stopped spinning before his eyes, he started moving again. The marine was going to come after him again, M'Qess knew that much. And he had a mission to complete; though both Caitian families had been killed he still had a rampage to create, thereby as Caitian discrediting them before the rest of the Federation.
As he followed the corridor, he shot several officers at random, striking them at point blank range, killing them instantly. After that, he crawled into a Jeffries tube and made his way to engineering. From there, he set the matter/antimatter flux such, that it would create an unbalance and if the ship tried to jump to warp, the nacelles would overload and explode.
The Caitian knew that the ship was in orbit, and that it was a decaying orbit at best. He needed to get to deflector control and cause a breach such that the ship would lose orbit at a faster rate. Once his tasks were set, he disappeared from engineering, knowing that none of the officers present had seen him as they hadn't reacted. Those that had seen him, he silenced immediately, beyond hope of recovery.
Crawling his way out, he made his way to deflector control, hoping he wouldn't get detected.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Aug 11, 2008 21:09:46 GMT
"Andae" he proffered the rifle "You'll have to go alone. There's only one weapon, and if there's more you'll be heard. Just get a nice clean shot, and then stabilise the containment. We'll try to do what we can from here. Good luck"
Blakus stared at the dart-rifle that had been thrusted into his hands in shock. He didn't want to do this, yet every possible argument that sprung to his mind was counteracted by several counter-arguments that he knew the Colonel would bring up. He was in a no-win situation, he had no choice... he knew how to fix the problem with the antimatter pods.. and it just so happened that he was the quickest at it. "It looks like me doesn't it...?" he muttered almost to himself, much to the others' bemusement.
He grabbed hold tight of the rifle, lifting the strap over his shoulder and getting it ready. He moved off with trepidation to the small personnel transporter in the corner of the room and was beamed out of engineering, alone.
The CEO materialised at a jefferies' tube junction in the corridor. He looked around, the corridors were more confining this far down in the ship. It was darker as well, it wasn't necessary to expend energy on lighting when the deck was not going to be used too often. It did serve one important purpose though, deck 29. Most of the antimatter was stored in bays that intersected the deck, and the controls that provided direct interface with the storage pods were also situated on the deck. Blakus moved out of the junction and stepped cautiously down the corridor, it wasn't far to his objective, the very place that the (assumed) Caitian was or had been not a few minutes ago.
He got the sudden instinct to look over his shoulder behind him, too often the enemy came from behind. There was no one there, but he still shivered. I'm not cut out for this kind of thing... That was what he had decided.
There turned out to be no problem getting into the control room, and looking in, there was no one inside the room either. It was dark though... plenty of places for unseen assailants to jump out from and rip him to shreds. After looking throughly around inside the room Blakus stepped up to the controls and put his dart-rifle down beside him. He looked through the glass viewport in front of him, at the stored antimatter pods. They seemed completely normal on the face of it, but the CEO knew, within them the constricting magnetic fields were wavering and destabilising... if they failed, the ship would be destroyed, and Blakus would die first. He shook himself and looked down at the controls, a great many of the graphics were flashing red indicating danger, warning. They illuminated the dark room, setting up a halo-like aura of red around the engineer, as viewed from behind him. Behind him... Blakus got that shiver again and quickly looked over his shoulder at the shadowy rear of the room. There was still no one there. He focussed on his work.
Before long he had the antimatter pods stabilised. The Caitian, if it had been the Caitian, had put in his best effort to encrypt the coding for the destabilising changes that he had made, but Blakus had hacked them with relative levels of ease, enough to cause him to think, but it was nothing too strenuous.
For some reason, he felt unable to make a commcall to engineering, and instead picked up the rifle and simply made his way out of the room. Blakus prepared to beam back to engineering, he couldn't do much else, he wasn't prepared to search the ship for this thing. He was back where he started, by the tube junction, and was setting up a site-to-site transport back to his engine room, but when he initialised the beam-out, nothing happened. "Computer, report," he murmured, "Low volume."
The computer understood both parts of his request and said quietly, ~ Site to site transport capability is offline ~
It took a while for that to properly sink in for the Chief Engineer. "What?!" he whispered loudly.
~ Site to site transport is off- ~
Blakus shushed the computer and tried to think about what was going on. Having a brainwave over what he should do, he opened the jeffries' tube hatch and crawled inside. He paused. A moment of wonder came over his facial expression, it was wonder at his own stupidity. He kept forgetting things, hardly inexcusable under the circumstances but still... "Computer.." he slumped. "How did I just crawl into this tube? Wait! Let me rephrase.. Status of forcefields protecting jeffries' tubes entrances please."
~ Online on decks 1 through 16, deck 18, deck 21 through 27, deck 32 ~
Blakus swore and scrambled out of the tube, making sure he kept an eye on both ends. He finished getting out and pondered his situation, after some thought he headed back to the antimatter storage control room. The Caitian's position could probably be determined from analysing the movement of lifesigns on the ship...
Minutes later...
Blakus cautiously yet purposefully moved down the corridor, heading towards deflector control. He'd reached the deck. The felinoid could not be too far ahead. The man was done with being scared of this thing, he'd spent so long searching it out already. Now he was ready for the encounter with M'Qess, and wasn't thinking too much about how he would feel when he finally found him. Whether that was folly or not, he didn't care. Then, from the intersection ahead, the cat itself came bounding across from right to left. Blakus had indeed intended to turn left towards deflector control, but now he wouldn't have too.. With speed that surprised himself he stopped, raised the rifle that had been at the ready, took aim, and fired one dart at the felinoid. M'Qess didn't stop, he shot out of sight just as quickly as he had appeared as he headed towards DC. The CEO had missed. Cursing, Blakus checked his rifle and ran forward to the intersection, again he took aim at the retreating form of the cat, but it rounded the corridor much too quickly and was once again out of sight. Blakus saved his second shot and ran on...
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 13, 2008 11:13:12 GMT
Tiana had just placed her 21st shield generator and was working her way through a particularly tight section of ducting. She was muttering to herself, well mostly to herself. If i=one or two of her more colourful comments made it through the open comm lien to engineering then she wasn't going to complain about it.
Then a voice came clearly over the comm line. =/\=Commander Galwyn we need you back immediately, anti-matter containment is de-stabilising =/\=
She really should have cursed then but the way today had been going it would take more than another imminent death threat to get past Tiana's aura of anger and frustration. She'd be scared later, if there was a later. For now though she replied calmly, probably too calmly (Russ was probably going to have words with her about this), down the comm link.
=/\=On my way, got four decks to cover though.=/\=
Being unable to turn in the narrow confines of the ducting and having dropped a shield generator about twenty meters behind her Tiana pressed onwards dropping off another generator as she did so. Then she began to work her way back towards engineering.
She reached engineering in one piece although she knew her elbows, shoulders and knees were going to be bruised. She saw immediately the crowd around the anti-matter containment controls and hurried to join them.
"What happened," she called to no one in particular. What she really meant, of course, was how did this happen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2008 13:34:16 GMT
For some reason the Caitian ambassador on the screen seemed to know almost more about the situation than Nika herself did. "Look, Ambassador," Nika tried again, "I know that you find the situation worrying, but it's not entirely controlled yet, and I need to do that now. We can talk again later when the person responsible is in custody."
The ambassador wasn't happy about that, but she did accept Nika's assurances that as soon as she could she'd discuss the situation further and allow the channel to be closed.
=/\=Cir'Kem to Wong. I'm sorry for the delay, you don't still need me for the tunnels do you?=/\=
The answer was that he didn't because all the little things had taken longer than Nika had expected them too. She would have been happy to help if that was necessary, but a part of her was relieved she didn't have to go crawling about through air ducts she might fit in, but not well.
There had been a transport aboard the ship, which Nika was worried about until she realized that the transportee had been the new Chief Medical Officer. She waited for that to be confirmed before letting go of her suspicion though. The last thing she needed right now was to have collaborators with the murderer transporting onto the ship.
Nika wished the ship which had dropped off the CMO could have stuck around to help, as the Victory was broadcasting a distress signal and the Federation ships coming to help were still at least an hour out.
Nika, stuck on the bridge, had limited involvement in what was a quickly escalating situation and she knew that relaying decisions through the bridge didn't make that much sense. Instead she tried to do what she could from where she was, and ignoring any calls from the Caitian ambassador or various governmental positions, who must have been informed by someone on the ship who thought they deserved to know. A fine sentiment, but not the most useful of ones on this time, and Nika was almost relieved when the long range communicators cut out in the middle of a conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2008 18:58:47 GMT
"What happened" Tiana asked as she re-emerged in engineering, clearly not best pleased about having to run, or in the actual case crawl, back at such short notice.
"Problems with antimatter containment" Tiberian reported as he dodged between engineers, looking at all their work and the varying other readouts. The problem appeared to have resolved, and Tiberian could only pray that this was down to Blakus' skill than rather than a sensor glitch. "It looks as though it's sorted, or at least I hope it is. Andae had to go down there himself in order to get it sorted, but readings have levelled off for the moment. He's hunting the Caitian" Tiberian added almost as an afterthought. "I could do with some help clearing up these sensors though. They seem to have moved into a populated deck, and I can't discern one blob from the other"
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Now that he had a better grasp of the sensors, Tiberian could trace the Caitian as he ran across deck 23, long having left deck 29. Blakus was nearby, but not advancing with the same degree of haste that the Caitian was employing, undobutedly a sensible strategy.
"What the hell is he doing on deck 23" Tiberian asked aloud "Come on people, he clearly wants to destroy this ship, and he clearly has a thing for grand gestures. What's there, and what's the worst he can do with it?"
"The deflector dish sir" a crewman piped up "If he rigged it to go up, well, it's charged with antiprotons and could probably destroy the ship"
"And send a reign of fiery metal shredding the planet's surface" Tiberian added darkly "Well without access codes he's still getting through the unsealed vents on that deck, so let's secure the deflector control room, screens and shields" "Computer, activate anti intruder countermeasures in the deflector control room. Deploy anaesthesine gas, authorisation Wong 64 Theta Proxima"
"Anaesthesine gas has been released, and will reach maximum non lethal concentration in 60 seconds"
"Even with the gas, his increased metabolism may still allow him a limited window of functioning" Tiberian called out to the moving engineers "So what else can we do?"
"What if he's not trying to blow it?" a grizzled older enlisted man asked "What if he's trying to do something else there"
"If you hadn't realised, he likes big explosions, this fits..." Tiberian hesitated, unsure of a name.
"Master Chief Petty Officer Franks" the older man replied "And he could do a lot more damage if he took the deflector offline. Without it, we wouldn't be able to have full control of our engines, our orbit would decay, and he's crack our antimatter containment tanks open like walnuts on the planet surface. Wth all due respect sir, that would be a much bigger explosion"
Tiberian hesitated, torn between a good idea, and another good idea which was a lot worse. He couldn't decide what the best idea was, and how best to proceed, but he knew a decision had to be made. He just had to pray it was the right one.
"Alright, the countermeasures stay in place in case he does try and make the controls, but if his only aim is to disable the deflector, all he needs to do is sever any of the main power couplings on that deck. Which one is his best bet?"
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=/\=Wong to Blakus=/\= Tiberian began in a hushed voice, seeing how close the engineer was to the Caitian =/\=We think the Caitian is trying to disable the deflector to make us loose orbit. Tiana is going to give you a set of direction to a power grid junction. You can cut him off there=/\=
<TAG Tiana and Andae>
Tiberian watched the sensor movements and waited, observing each dot as it moved slowly across the screen. Suddenly, the Caitian's dot bounded away and departed the deck at a near breakneck speed, Andae hot on his heels. The engineer had clearly repelled him with some tanacity, but had been unable to subdue him permanently.
"Where's he going" Tiberian demanded.
"He's in the vents again, but the shields have him blocked in. He keeps running into them. I think we've got him trapped"
"Is there any possible escape route?" Tiberian queried the engineer.
"One sir, but it only leads to deck 16, and the other exits and vents on that deck are secure. He can't get out"
"Oh yes he can" Tiberian replied, looking up from a copy of the ship's index.
=/\=Wong to the Bridge. The Caitian's only way out is deck 16. He might make a run for the Captain's Yacht. Recommend that the docking bay is sealed and that the docking clamps are reinforced. We should also ready the tractor beam, just in case=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2008 20:17:56 GMT
Daniel M'Qess ran for his life; he ran as he'd never run before. Explosions trailed him as the persistent chief engineer fired shot after shot, trying to knock him down. But M'Qess was fast, far faster as he bounded through the corridors. He bounded through corridors and vents, until he found his way barred. Groaning in annoyance at having allowed himself to be hunted and trapped, he kicked his hind quarters at one of the panels with full force. He howled as the shock traveled up his legs rather painfully, but the panel gave and he slid through it. Landing on all fours, the Kzinti was slightly disoriented and he remained still for a few very long seconds, before jumping up and racing towards the access hatch of what appeared to be a spacegoing craft. "USS Captain's Yacht. Not very original," M'Qess murmured as he jumped inside. Behind him, Blakus was close on his heels. M'Qess knew he had to work fast, very fast indeed if he was to get away. His sharp hearing already told him Blakus had followed him aboard. He quickly toggled the yacht's start-up sequence online, then engaged the engines, not caring about tearing half the ship with him as the yacht detached from the doomed Starfleet vessel. OFF: Mr Blakus, your marine officer authorised me to get you aboard. You may now overpower M'Qess but he cannot be killed. Let's have a few posts on this shall we
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Post by Andae Blakus on Aug 15, 2008 23:00:42 GMT
Blakus had started to get angry with himself. He kept missing, but his darts were forcing M'Qess further away from him and because the felinoid was tiring, he was getting closer to the mark. The engineer was growing tired as well but he had to keep going, he had committed to the task given to him, even if it had only been his secondary objective. It had frustrated Blakus that he hadn't found M'Qess on deck 29, and it annoyed him more and more to think back on it. It wasn't far to the deflector now...
=/\=Wong to Blakus, we think the Caitian is trying to disable the deflector to make us loose orbit. Tiana is going to give you a set of direction to a power grid junction. You can cut him off there=/\=
Blakus tapped his badge on the jog, =/\=Copy that Colonel.=/\= He understood what was going, the Caitian was going to cut power to the deflector and he wouldn't even need to get to deflector control, he could just do it from the nearest power junction. =/\=Awaiting coordinates.. send them to my tricorder.=/\= he said after tapping his badge again, Blakus was now desperate to get to the junction, he had no desire to see the Victory crash on to the planet that it had only recently escaped the atmosphere of. Impatience was getting to him.
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The coordinates filtered through, Blakus made his move. The Caitian had disappeared, Blakus assumed he was taking a different route and that he was not just along the corridor in front of him. The CEO took the next left turn and after a while reached a jefferies' tube entrance, he overrode the forcefield with his command code, and crawled in and along to the other side where it came out on another stretch of corridor. Peering out, Blakus saw that the corridor was empty. He hoped that Tiberian and Tiana had the right junction but either way, the feline would surely have to come down this stretch anyway. He was right. The cat came tearing around the corner, clearly pumped up on the poison that was coursing through him, and ripped his way towards the place where Blakus knelt just inside the tube entrance. He fired the rifle and this time, he hit home. M'Qess screeched with the jolt of pain and Blakus saw how his left leg seemed to start to drag behind him, going numb.
It was only then that the felinoid saw Blakus, he dug his claws into the carpet, tearing it to come to a halt, he gave Blakus a look of madness for a brief second. For a moment Blakus could see the Caitian's eyes, they were bloodshot and very white, gripped in the fever of insanity that was consuming him. M'Qess looked on the verge of swooning to Doctor Salek's potent sedative, looking suddenly sleepy he nearly stumbled over. But then he simply turned away and pounded off down the corridor away from Blakus just as fast as he had run towards him. The CEO couldn't believe it. The dart hadn't quite worked.
Sparks flew as Blakus now fired his phaser on stun at the fleeing M'Qess. He'd kept the rifle, but had slung it over his back. Another shot from it might just do the trick, but Blakus didn't want to waste the precious ammo, he only had three darts left. He once got within three metres of his quarry, and had seen him duck and flinch as a phaser burst went close, and Blakus could see that M'Qess was still feeling the affects from the shot to his left hind leg.
Blakus was for an instant triumphant as he thought he had trapped the felinoid behind forcefields in one of the vents, but he had found his way out and now on to deck 16. This chase had just become inter-deck, and still Blakus had found no one else who could possibly help him. It was him and the cat, the cat and him; locked in a deadly game. The CEO followed M'Qess to deck 16 and to the place of all places, the Captain's Yacht. He grunted in disbelief. This was ingenuity from M'Qess, whether intended or not. He stood at the blast door entrance to Captain Cir'Kem's honorary vessel, a door which would also act as a bulkhead if the yacht were detached from its mothership. Blakus made a split-second decision, one he knew that he would regret in some way later whether or not he managed to win this battle.
He went aboard the yacht. Then, after checking his immediate area he stopped for a breather. Blakus knew better than to rush on headfirst. M'Qess would not be defeated easily, and it certainly wouldn't be done without the application of sensible thought. There was a signal for him to hurry up at least a bit though as he heard the engines of the yacht power up. The lights were still off though, M'Qess was taking shortcuts in the startup procedure it seemed. Blakus tapped his commbadge hoping his signal would get through, =/\=Blakus to all senior staff, I'm on the Captain's yacht. M'Qess is starting her up. I suggest that somebody do something to stop this ship.=/\= The chase had just gone up a level again, from interdeck to intership. In the darkness of the corridor Blakus pinched himself, making sure that he hadn't slipped into some terrifying, surrealistic daydream.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2008 3:56:36 GMT
=/\=Wong to the Bridge. The Caitian's only way out is deck 16. He might make a run for the Captain's Yacht. Recommend that the docking bay is sealed and that the docking clamps are reinforced. We should also ready the tractor beam, just in case=/\=
=/\=Understood=/\=
Nika watched the yacht carefully as it powered up, tore its way free of the docking clamps, and headed for the still sealed docking bay doors. She knew the technical specifications of the yacht, and had no doubt that it could break through the doors without crippling itself completely.
Nika weighed the options, and came up with the regrettable fact that the damage done to the escaping yacht by ripping through the docking bay would be far less than the relative amount of damage done to the Victory by the same event. And the Victory really couldn't take much more.
=/\=Blakus to all senior staff, I'm on the Captain's yacht. M'Qess is starting her up. I suggest that somebody do something to stop this ship.=/\=
Nika didn't believe in sacrificing her crew for the chance for revenge or justice, so she overrode the sealed docking bay to let the yacht out. "Lock the tractor beam on the yacht," she ordered, however, because she was still going to do everything within reason that she could think of to stop that ship from taking her CEO and letting a murderer escape.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Aug 17, 2008 0:41:48 GMT
Scene :VICTORY Main Bridge
Cmdr Matthew “console beeped. " Captain we have a un-Authorized Access in the Captain Yacht Launching Bay
Matthew was furiously pressing buttons on his Console. "Captain I have tried to Lock out the intruder from the launch Bay But the Intruder has over Redden our Command code is now in the launching bay Security has been Dispatch to the launch Bay “
“Captain you really think he will try to steal the yacht he has to know that as soon as he leave the Launch bay we will Lock on to him with a Tractor Beam and Game over Captain What are they really up to .
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 19, 2008 17:37:45 GMT
"Problems with antimatter containment" Tiberian reported as he dodged between engineers, looking at all their work and the varying other readouts. The problem appeared to have resolved, and Tiberian could only pray that this was down to Blakus' skill than rather than a sensor glitch. "It looks as though it's sorted, or at least I hope it is. Andae had to go down there himself in order to get it sorted, but readings have levelled off for the moment. He's hunting the Caitian" Tiberian added almost as an afterthought. Tiana wondered wht had got into the engineer to make him go hunting, protective of his ship she decided.
Tiberian indicted a crowded display screen "I could do with some help clearing up these sensors though. They seem to have moved into a populated deck, and I can't discern one blob from the other"
"I should be able to isolate by body temperature and...." Tiana continued tapping buttons "Done it." She pointed at one particular blob, coloured red for identification. "I'm pretty sure that's the Caitian, higher average body temperature than a human. And..." she tapped a few more buttons changing parameters "that is Commander Blakus," She pointed at a gold coloured blob "human, male, right age wearing a comm badge..." Tiana was pleased with herself but she recognised that Tiberian didn't need to know all the details. There wasn't time for the explainations now anyway.
Tiana watched the two blobs working their way across deck 23. She didn't know what more she could do now. Then ideas started springing up about the deflector dish.
"Alright, the countermeasures stay in place in case he does try and make the controls, but if his only aim is to disable the deflector, all he needs to do is sever any of the main power couplings on that deck. Which one is his best bet?"
Tiana paused for barely a second before answering then she tapped the sensor display screen. "Juction 7-G deck 18, it's right next to a cross corridor and has access to the ducting in an area I didn't get round to sealing off. It's also one of the closest to the Caitian's current location."
Tiana was annoyed with herself, if she had been quicked and got the ducting closed up...
=/\=Wong to Blakus=/\= Tiberian began in a hushed voice, seeing how close the engineer was to the Caitian =/\=We think the Caitian is trying to disable the deflector to make us loose orbit. Tiana is going to give you a set of direction to a power grid junction. You can cut him off there=/\=
=/\=Copy that Colonel. Awaiting coordinates. Send them to my tricorder.=/\=
Tiana stabbed the send command with a degree of viciousness that she wasn't aware she possessed. =/\=Coordinates sent. Good hunting Andae.=/\=
The comm link closed and Tiana sagged against a console. She was tired. She had been denying that and running on adrenaline but now she was starting to come down and the exaustion was hitting home. She was fit to collapse.
She heard Tiberian talking about the Captain's yacht but it seemed he had that sewn up.
Then Andae's voice came over the comm. =/\=Blakus to all senior staff, I'm on the Captain's yacht. M'Qess is starting her up. I suggest that somebody do something to stop this ship.=/\= A cold hard knot settled into Tiana's stomach and she pushed herself of the panel towards one of the active console. Her tiredness temporarily melted away. No doubt she'd pay for this later but now she had things to do once again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2008 19:20:59 GMT
The Caitian glared around when his sharp hearing heard footsteps approaching. The yacht was well on her way out of its dock and M'Qess had completed the flight checks; the smaller craft was fully powered and ready to go. Having set the auto-pilot to jump to warp as soon as they were clear, M'Qess now had time to focus on his hunter.
He turned around in the navigations seat, from where he had a clear view of the yacht's bridge and all entrances. He casually sweeped the room with his rifle, which he'd acquired earlier.
His patience paid off and Blakus emerged soon enough, training his own modified rifle on the Caitian, his aime unwavering. Equally, M'Qess's aim was unwavering too. "We seem to have a stand-off," he purred, "if you shoot me I'll be quick enough to kill you and vice versa. However I have the quicker feline reflexes so there's the possebility that I'll survive."
He drummed on the cover of his rifle with his paw, keeping an eye on the chief engineer. "I'm sure they're preparing to capture this vessel but they'll fail and they'll all die. However, if you let me go, I can make sure your ship survives. Once I'm safe I'll send you a list of all systems I sabotaged."
With his free paw he gestured to a seat. "Sit, commander." It wasn't a request. "And toss your weapon, I'm sure you know by now I've no qualms about killing whoever stands in my way. I assure you, I won't hesitate to fire upon you, but I'm willing to trade. Your life and that of your crewmates, for my escape."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2008 20:41:02 GMT
Tiberian watched as the ship's sensors indicated the opening of the hatch doors which contained the Captain's Yacht, and as the sleek vessel slinked it's way slowly out of the holding area, making it's way on thrusters out into open space. He inderstood why the Captain had chosen to let him go; allowing him to ram the doors would only have risked destroying the Victory, and one major hull breach was always enough for one mission. It was the Caitian's logic that baffled him. Escaping in a spacecraft would only allow him to be caught in a tractor beam. It was one of the ship systems that had not been affected by the explosion of the Caitian's shuttle earlier.
"Why is he doing this?" Tiberian muttered to himself, his eyes still fixed to the console. "Master Chief" he called out to Franks "Run me a fast diagnostic of the tractor beam system. Report any anomalies"
"On it sir" the senior enlisted man reported, moving away from his leaning position by the wall, and attending on a console. "All systems running at peak efficiency sir. Actually, better than peak efficiency, overall power output is far greater than usual, and all the necessary ODN and EPS power couplings are open and relaying energy at maximum capability"
"What?" Tiberian moved around to the man, getting progressively annoyed at the infuser contraption that he had been dragging behind him for nearly an hour now. "That can't be right. Those relays should be inactive if the tractor beam is inoperative. Why hasn't the bloody computer reported this. It should have registered anomalous results"
"Not like this. It only registers an alarm when something is operating at less than required capability, or when damage is present. The computer doesn't alert us when things are working better when they should"
"Remind me to file a recommendation with the Director of Starfleet Operations about that" Tiberian muttered, tapping on keys and establishing a power flow simulation. "So when we engage the tractor beam, and more energy is diverted into the beam emmitter system..."
"All the connected relays will blow out. We'll fry our power distribution grid. It'll cripple almost every remaining system on the ship"
=/\=Wong to Matthews, do not activate a tractor beam, I repeat, do not activate a tractor beam, the system has been sabotaged. I'll report in a minute=/\=
He cut the comm channel and turned to the beleagured engineering staff.
"I need a complete systems diagnostic of everything on the ship. And we can't rely on the computer to give accurate readings, so you'll have to do it manually. Red flag any system which is displaying abnormal signatures"
"Sir, that'll take hours" a crewman began.
"I don't give a damn" Tiberian retorted angrily "For Christ's sake, we could activate a replicator and blow up the environmental controls. Just do your job. Now!"
He stalked off, weighing p the options. After a second of that he realised he clearly wasn't the person to be analysing the facts.
=/\=Wong to the bridge. Here's the brief. We can't trust any system until it's been analysed for subtle faults our computers aren't programmed to detect. So far we can't use the tractor beam until we've purged the tractor power relays, we can't use the warp drive after we dumped our plasma coolant, and the damage to structural integrity makes speeds in excess of roughly half impulse very dangerous. All that together, I can't think of a way to stop the Caitian from down here, but if he does get away, we can't follow him. I'll try and get you tractor power and keep you informed. Wong out=/\=
<TAG Captain Cir'Kem and Commander's Matthew and Sharp>
He turned to Tiana.
"Alright then, our priority is to get Andae off that ship before M'Qess realises just how useless we are. Options?"
<TAG Tiana>
"Anyone else who isn't doing something, get me that tractor beam working again. And pray that it's not too late"
<TAG All>
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2008 2:34:53 GMT
Nika listened carefully to Wong's status update, and acknowledged his efforts before closing down the channel. "I guess we know what he's really up to now," she remarked to Commander Matthew, while she tried to think up a solution to their current issue. She could do the both at the same time better than she would have been able to do a year ago, but she was hardly an expert in multi-tasking.
Not that thinking up a solution went that well even when she wasn't talking, because the situation certainly didn't have any easy answers, apart from having a working tractor beam, which simply wasn't the case.
"Hail the yacht," she ordered, but wasn't surprised to find no response. She wasn't sure what she would have said if she could have gotten through anyway.
"How much power do we have available?" Nika asked Commander Matthew, a vague idea, one that was worth considering even if it only had a miniscule chance of working, forming.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Aug 21, 2008 2:36:45 GMT
Scene: Main Bridge
“Cmdr Matthew : Bridge Col Wong Powering Down Tractor beam Bridge Standing Bye “Turning in the direction of the Captain ‘
“Captain since we cant Depend on the ship offensive weapons Another Option would be to use shuttlecrafts we have 2 TYPE-9 SHUTTLE craft’s on Board from our last mission they where never off loaded they have Two Type-VI phaser emitters.
I see they have not Been Service so There Computer systems where never re-programmed so they have not been infected with the virus like the rest of the ship system Have
That more then enough Fire power to Disable the Yacht Warp & Implouse engines and weapons Before the Yacht can get away using there warp engines .
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Post by robertsharp on Aug 22, 2008 1:01:25 GMT
As Sharp listens to what Matthews says to the captain
“Captain since we cant Depend on the ship offensive weapons Another Option would be to use shuttlecrafts we have 2 TYPE-9 SHUTTLE craft’s on Board from our last mission they where never off loaded they have Two Type-VI phaser emitters.
I see they have not Been Service so There Computer systems where never re-programmed so they have not been infected with the virus like the rest of the ship system Have
That more then enough Fire power to Disable the Yacht Warp & Implouse engines and weapons Before the Yacht can get away using there warp engines .
"Captain Commander Mathews has a point we could use the shuttles but before we first we need to rescue Blakus from the captains yacht before we fire on it. I can use the transporter on the shuttle to beam him out of there. Captain I will handle the rescue mission and stop M'Qess myself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2008 2:55:45 GMT
Nika listened to Commander Matthew's plan, as well as Sharp's addition. "Do it," she ordered Commander Sharp, and he left to use the shuttle transporters to rescue Commander Blakus and then fire on the yacht. The worry she had with sending out the shuttles would be that the yacht, while inferior in terms of firepower, might get off a lucky shot, and even more people would be killed or hurt. "Get Commander Blakus off first, and if you go out there watch your back."
She understood that the plan was just to disable the yacht, but she didn't want to take the risk that it would blow with Blakus aboard. If she thought that Victory personnel could contain him she'd have ordered M'Qess to be transported off as well. Instead she had to take the risk that he'd be killed.
=/\=What's your status?=/\= Nika asked Sharp once he informed her he had made it to the shuttle.
Apparently the transporters did indeed work, and Sharp was working on getting a lock on Blakus without making it overt to the internal scanners of the yacht that he was doing so. Nika let out a breath she was perfectly aware she'd been holding when Commander Sharp let her know the rescue had gone successfully.
Nika was perfectly aware of the fact that she'd increased the likelihood that M'Qess would get away, but it was well worth having her crewmember back. She'd been preparing for the possibility that he would escape, and wasn't that surprised or dismayed when she got news from the Victory's scanners, followed a second or so later by Commander Sharp's corroborating report that M'Qess had managed to fire up the warp engines and get away.
"Contact the starbase and find out how far away our rescue is," Nika said, while she filed a report on M'Qess, so that if any Starfleet ships ran into the stolen yacht they would apprehend it. There were low chances of that happening, but she could always hope.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Aug 23, 2008 21:24:45 GMT
After staying quietly still for a few more minutes, Blakus stepped up from leaning on the wall and took a deep breath. The time had come to make his way to the cabin, and to do so as quietly as possible. Blakus wondered if M'Qess knew he was aboard. He could only hope that it wasn't the case but either way, the Caitian would soon know for sure that the engineer was aboard. Blakus turned the final corner and the yacht's cockpit swung into view about six.. seven metres ahead of him. The door was open, and the light of the consoles permeated through it. He peered (half resolutely and half nervously) down the final stretch, trying to espy the felinoid within, trying to better his angle of attack... After not much success, he stopped and took another deep breath. There was nothing else for it, a slow and cautious approach was the only way. He couldn't hope to beat M'Qess on reflexes anyway. Dart rifle raised he walked forward slowly but surely, and soon the CEO was at the door of the cockpit and looking inside with his dart rifle's sight raised to his eye. He would have to be precise if he wanted to get the Caitian with one shot. M'Qess was just sitting there watching him, his own weapon pointed almost lazily at Blakus's midriff. The Caitian looked a perfect picture of confident arrogance in Blakus's eyes. But the CEO knew, he had a reason to be. Blakus was under no illusions as to his chances of success in this encounter. "We seem to have a stand off," M'Qess said after a lengthy silence, "if you shoot me I'll be quick enough to kill you and vice versa. However I have the quicker feline reflexes so there's the possebility that I'll survive."Blakus didn't relax his ready-stance one quarter, he pursed his lips tightly together in concentration and kept his rifle dead-centred on M'Qess. "Is that so?" He said slowly in reply, not lowering the rifle, "I think that you forget about one thing, and it's something you could never have: human decency. I'm not going to shoot you.. unless I'm forced to do so." Blakus couldn't believe he'd just said that. Despite Blakus's ability to read people, he could not figure out what the felinoid thought of what he'd said. Instead of replying directly, M'Qess gestured to the seat beside him. "Sit, commander. And toss your weapon, I'm sure you know by now I've no qualms about killing whoever stands in my way. I assure you, I won't hesitate to fire upon you, but I'm willing to trade. Your life and that of your crewmates, for my escape."Blakus stared tentatively at the offered seat and eventually, but slowly, sat in it. He shrugged ever so slightly and let his dart rifle drop loose on its strap beside him. He released it the rest of the way and thudded gently to the floor.. just out of reach for a quick shot... It was a token of good faith however. Blakus was finding that he really did mean what he had said a minute ago. Was M'Qess really the picture of calm he appeared to be? Perhaps underneath.. there was part of him that was worried. Maybe dropping his weapon would ease M'Qess's fears, he was probably still coming down from the destabilising affects of the poison after all. The two of them now sat in silence. Blakus occasionally looked at M'Qess, occasionally out into space; M'Qess was still awaiting the answer to his question. "I'm afraid I can't do that." Blakus said eventually, "You have murdered tens of the Victory's crew, as well as several of your own kind. You don't deserve freedom!" Blakus all but shouted. It was folly, maybe, but Blakus could not help it, he was surprising himself again with his attitude. More calmly he said, "I would not see you killed M'Qess, but I would have you tried for your crimes." Blakus felt the instinct to look behind him, back to where he expected to see the Victory, and he wondered what was going on. Why don't they activate the tractor beam or do.. something? Beside him, M'Qess was silent. The felinoid worked the helm, increasing the Yacht's impulse speed, getting away from the Victory. Blakus's mind suddenly started whirring, thinking desperately of what he should do. Could he do anything? He looked at M'Qess, then at the viewscreen. He saw how the cosmic background started to shift as they began moving faster, he looked back at M'Qess and noticed the difference in the Caitian. There was a different expression on his face and it didn't take Blakus long to figure out that M'Qess was starting to worry; yet he still had one hand/front-leg holding his weapon and pointing it at Blakus. The CEO knew that he was well within the vision arc of the feline, but when he saw that M'Qess was powering the warp drive he acted on instinct, pure instinct. Blakus leapt at M'Qess, a desperate attempt to buy time and allow the Victory to capture the Yacht anyway that they could. The weapon in M'Qess's left hand discharged and Blakus sighed at the slightest touch of familiarity that he felt, shutting his eyes... He knew what was happening, and yet didn't. Black closed in all around him, was he dead? Was he in the deep dark of space, or was it because he had his eye's shut? Majestic in its cleanliness and simplicity... no wait, I've got confused... He reached for his arm and felt for the gash. What? Where is it...? Where's the burning in my arm? I think it's my arm...His eyes opened. Blinking slowly and looking around, he got up. The cool wash of a transporter system cascaded away from his body and he tried to focus on the grey, black and brown coloured shape before him. He rubbed his eyes until the bleariness faded and the form of Commander Sharp resolved itself. Commander Blakus bounded off the shuttle transporter pad. He approached Robert Sharp who was standing by the transporter controls of the shuttle next to the helm, Blakus was so relieved he could find little words, he simply gripped Sharp by the shoulder and grinned, "Thanks," he said and then croaked and started coughing. <Tag M'Qess and Sharp to fill out your parts of this and tag both again for your escape Mr. M'Qess >
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2008 19:44:00 GMT
"Merrow!" Daniel cried out as Blakus charged him. The Human was annoyingly unpredictable and his weapon discharged in reflex. However, when M'Qess looked around to inspect the damage done, there was no trace of the pesky chief engineer.
The Caitian/Kzinti cried out in rage and turned back to his console. He would try to get the Human, his only means of leverage, back at all cost. However, no matter what he tried, there was no way he could transport the engineer back. The Victory was jamming him, thus he had only one option left to him: flee.
And fleeing was not really an option for a warrior class Kzinti. Yet he had a job to do, and only when his job was done would he confront those that had defied him. Shaking his paw at the battered Victory, he yowled and hissed in rage, before engaging the warp-drives of the captain's yacht.
He grimaced to himself; a ship called 'Captain's Yacht' would certainly draw attention. Therefor, when he would dock at the next port, he would first either exchange his vessel for a less conspicuous one or change the name into something more fitting to his being.
The last thing the stunned crew of the Victory saw was the blue nacelles lighting up and streaking out as the small vessel jumped to warp.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Aug 26, 2008 9:55:01 GMT
Tiana listened as the engineer filled Tiberian in on the state of the Victory's systems. She knew they had come within a minute of blowing themselves up and they would never have known it.
"Alright then, our priority is to get Andae off that ship before M'Qess realises just how useless we are. Options?"
Tiana started to think, given that M'Quess was seemingly the one who had conduced the sabotage he probably knew how badly they were hurting. If the poison was letting him think...
Tiana pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to work out a way round the dangerously overloaded circuits. In the end the best she could come up with was to bypass the whole lot enough to get the tractor beam on line. She thought briefly about trying a shuttle but realised that the shuttle bay doors were probably sabotaged too. At least if it had been her conducting the sabotage she would have done the bay doors.
As it turned out Tiana was thinking on too complicated a level and the bay doors were okay. Andae was okay and the Victory was battered but still in one piece. It was then that Tiana returned to her quarters and crashed out.
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