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Post by Savot on Jul 1, 2005 3:29:48 GMT
OFF: Not sure who typed Devron in one of their posts, I can't find the reference but I only scanned the most recent ones, but the initial reference and the one I've used has been the Darvon system, very close and mistakeable with Devron, but not quite the same. Hope that helps.
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Post by zimmerman on Jul 1, 2005 16:30:25 GMT
OFF: Ah, yes... you're correct, Savot. Sorry about that.
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Post by Savot on Jul 4, 2005 6:57:28 GMT
OFF: No apologies necessary, they are close names, could've happened to anyone. Glad I could help clear it up.
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 4, 2005 7:04:32 GMT
Savot: :the little robots that wernt damaged by the blast immediatly zoom to the damaged area and begin repairs. An electronic tone sounds through the area, summoning "harvester units". no less than 6 of them converge on where Savot lays still.::
:: the 6 units whirr into place using levitation jets. one settles itsself above the humanoid form and sends a scan from head to toes, ensuring that the unit harvested is in no way damaged. His scan comes up fine...actually he SHOULD be consious...but as hes not moving and his breathing is consistent with unconsiousness, they lift him from the floor, leaving him "out" for now. Being as how hes already "out" they have no need to waste the tranquilizers loaded into each unit, to make those harvested, more plyant::
:: Savot is carried off to a "prep" room and the rest of the units go to work. small low powered disruption rays take care of his "coverings" or in other words, clothes. Theyre burned off and the ash left behind is cleaned from the body. Then some kind of watery astringent smelling substance is poured over the naked form. cleaning, perhaps. Then a warm and firm air is blown over the body, dryin it completly::
::He finds himself then placed into a rack, his shoulders and hips held by some field of force. From behind him opens a compartment that wraps a certain type of clothing around him until hes covered again, this time is a loosish fitting robe of sorts. then there is a stinging sensation in his arm, and once in his thigh as life support fluids are administered. Then hes merely left alone in his little cubby hole that fits itsself into a wall, in one of the stasis halls. Across from him is a sleeping woman, wearing the same clothing::
Zimmerman: ::The ship seems to be as untouched as when you left it. There is no shortness of time here and these robots would rather be right than zapped. They scan from afar now and seem to ignore the people completly. Once inside the ship again he would find the usual standard encryption on the database. This would take some time to decypher but it can be done.Once he sits down and gets started the comms would veritably light up...incomming signal. Apparently from the rest of the el salvador::
On 2/3 of the El Salvador:
I 'ate waitin Jamey but looks like thar be nae a thin fer it. :: Deis says looking at Jamey:: Tell me...be it possible t use tha array t be seein if our people are arrigh? Can we bounce sensors through there, th way ye did th code? I know there be life down there...just wanna know if it be ours. :: most life signs would blend...but she knows a vulcans would not. That could give them some idea of where to look.
::The sensors DO pick up that all movement by the tear shaped ships has suddenly ceased. Any surface activity on the planet has completly stopped...it seems to be hanging silent, as though listening::
::Just then the comms PING:: El Salvador, Zimmerman here...(tag, zim and everyone)
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Post by zimmerman on Jul 4, 2005 20:31:24 GMT
"El Salvador, Zimmerman here. We've got the ship up and running, more or less. Actually, its not up, but it is running. We just aren't going anywhere at the moment. And we're sort of stuck in this big room."
=^=Lt. Zimmerman, where be Commander Savot?=^= Irae's voice came over the comm link.
"He's in the assimilation chamber."
=^=Th' what?=^=
"Well, there was this room full of... bodies. It reminded me of an assimilation chamber on a Borg ship, only no one there had been altered as far as I could tell."
Deis sighed. =^=We've got t' help those people out, if we can.=^=
"Sir, like I said, Savot is there. He said he's 'collecting data' or something on them through personal experience. He will probably need help getting out of that room. But aside from that, our ship is in good shape. I think everyone besides Commander Savot is on board, and we haven't been damaged too badly. In addition, I think I might be able to beam him out, though I wouldn't bet too much on that. What are your orders?"
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Post by Savot on Jul 6, 2005 5:58:41 GMT
Savot remained aware of his basic surroundings through hearing only for several minutes. Although once he was secure and out of sight of the robots' visual sensors, he was able to open his eyes and glance about, as he could maintain his seemingly unconscious life readings without keeping them closed.
Looking across from him he notices the similarly clothed woman, indeed there are rows of alcoves where the apparent natives of this planet were stored one after another, indeed looking much like the Borg chambers as Kevin had compared. Closing his eyes and focussing his lfe signs as robot patrols went by every few minutes, Savot continued to observe the goings on in between.
Finally, the others were woken up around him, apparently due to the same waking drugs he himself had been injected with. As such, Savot surmised that it was time for him to reveal his consciousness and flow with the crowds around him. As the other became more aware of their surroundings, it looked as if their faces fell in despair as though while sleeping they had forgotten where they were, and were now horrifically reminded. As he was now clothed just as they were, they saw no reason to pay him special mind even with his different appearance.
The only one to look at him specifically was a young girl, presumably with no family nearby to care for her. Savot looked back with as friendly a vulcan face as he could muster, and their group walked along behind one of equal size ahead of them. As they walked, Savot once again passed a singled out alcove, cloistered from the others as though showing significance. Inside remained the girl he and Zimmerman had encountered during their evasion of the robots. Glancing at her life readouts as he passed by, the cell production readings most certainly placed her at an age of more than 5,000 standard Earth years...
Looking back at the girl who had spotted him earlier, at the back of the group ahead of his own, his head tilted and his eyebrow raised as he observed the bone structure of her face. She in no way resembled what Savot would have expected the ancient girl to have evolved into if she had been given the 5000 years to do so. Therefore, logic suggested that the race currently inhabiting the planet was not ancestrally linked to that of the ancient child. Whether the child was a surviving member of the race that built this "planet" was unknown at this point, but it was an interesting point to consider when the opportunity for further study presented itself.
As this line of thinking continued, they passed several alcoves of other beings, until they came to a large chamber. Large doors were closed blocking the view inside, but patterned flashes of light could be seen under the bottom cracks, and after several moments, the flashing stopped altogether. Exitting from side doors came an equal sized group of beings. These, however, had a completely vacant look upon their face and strangely enough this seemed to continue the Borg parallel, though there was obviously no physical assimilation taking place. Likely there was subliminal mental programming behind those light patterns in the large chamber, and that was how the facility prepared the people for laboring.
As Savot watched the brainwashed group leave, the main chamber doors opened and inside he could see more alcoves, these capable of holding a person securely and forcing their eyes to focus on the large viewscreen ahead. As the front lines of the group ahead of Savot were ushered forward, the young girl who had looked at him cast her eyes about, frightened. As robots began to move in on her, Savot raised an eyebrow, evaluated the situation, and moved forward quickly.
Calmly placing his hands on the girls shoulders, he looked at her with a soothingly calm face, easing her anxieties, and then as the robots closed the final distance to the child, Savot fingers deftly found their mark on the child's neck, slumping her into his other arm. Easing her to the ground, eyebrow raised in feigned concern, he lifted his face to address the lead robot's sensor. "This child is ill. She requires further medical care and recuperation before she can withstand programming."
Hoping they would understand not only his language but the key words used therein, Savot waited for several moments while they processed what had happened, then, finally, they sent for an anti-grav platform, secured the child on it, and took her back towards the medical diagnostic area. Savot knew he hadn't bought the child much time, but at least he had spared her for now. Conveniently enough the child's absence left a vacancy in the current group assigned for programming, and as he singled himself out, Savot was considered a volunteer. At a nudging gesture from the lead robot, Savot entered the chamber, was secured in his programming alcove, and waited to test his mental discipline against the assaults of the subliminal patterning...
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 10, 2005 11:42:05 GMT
What are your orders?... ... ...Commander?
::Deis stands there with her face extremly pale hearing Zimmermans report...wha in th 'ell is tha vulcan gettin himself into? her brain asks itsself. She hears the question and realizes she hasnt answered yet::
=/\=Arrigh Zimmerman. Were sendin ye code. Wha i want ye t do is save th code. Then execute it...send it through th subspace array. Were hopin it will allow ye a bit o control o'er th..."planetship". There should be a readin on th screens...ye can find th controlls there. It may take some time...iffen ye do tha, then it shouldnae be too difficult t beam Commander Savot back.=/\=
"What about the other people Commander?" ::Zimmerman asks back::
::She is silent for a long moment again considering. She has to save her own first. Then consider what to do about "the mission":: =/\=Our duty be to our own first. Initiate tha code, Transport Savot, and get yer arse outa there Zimmerman. Once th ship is t'gether again then we worry about th people inside. Transmittin code, now. ::Then she signs off the comms and nods to Jameys helpers:: Get it sent.
::The code takes little time to be "uploaded" by the teritary el salvador, and then Zimmermans screens are flashing with a myriad of information that is almost astounding in its depth. The planetships specs and command protocols. The El Salvador becomes something like a very very large remote control::
~~~~~~~~~~ Savot: The alcove is snug, not allowing the body hardly any movement. The force field is pressed again against you, holding you fast. A tall slim robot approaches you. It has a head of sorts, three largeish multicolored lights. Before your eyes these lights begin to spin, rotating faster and faster until within them, you begin to see certain images. Your mind is developed enough to make some of them out, massive ship schematics, billions of them...operations, actually. The machines somehow picked out your position from strangely gathers information. The scans from the alcoves. Suddenly the images cease and the rotating lights begin to make this odd ringing sound, your ears feel a bizarre buzzing as though a thousand people are speaking a thousand words at once. Then the lights give an intense flash the seems to burn every word, schematic, and pertinant information into your brain. You feel vaguely disoriented...and then it becomes worse, your mind whirling with a chaos that you may never have experienced before. Your not certain who you are, why your here...no you are Savot from Vulcan. Ones sense of self is hard to hold onto for the first rushing of the programming, but your intense mental training allows you to keep a small thread of yourself, a lifeline to hold to as it were. Its over as quickly as it started, and you are blinded for several moments. You feel as dazed as the persons you saw walking from the room...but theres a voice that says "Savot....vulcan...El Salvador...Deis"....intersperced with ship schematics so complete that you seem to be walking inside a projection of them. Slowly though, it begins to wear off. Then your released from the chamber and an attendant robot clasps a gentle guider on your arm, returning you to your alcove.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 12, 2005 0:44:39 GMT
The Commander was talking to Zimmerman while Lt. JameyParker was busy at the science station. After looking at the asteroid field, Jamey noticed that three larger asteroids always seemed to triangulate one spot on the planet on every orbit around the systems star. Looking at a read-out, calling up the topography map of that region … it just did not make sense. Geographically speaking, there was a large lake there. The data from the ships computers read as if it was 153 meters deep. However, the topography scan read the lake to be only one and a half meters deep. Running a diagnostic on the sensors quickly reveled nothing … so he scanned again. The same result came back except the bottom of this lake was indeed flat; flat all the way across the lake. Searching for what was holding this water back, Jamey found an earthen dam. This earthen dam was in fact not earthen at all, according to the scans; it was filled with what appeared to be hydraulic systems that would allow the dam to open away from the lake and drain the water into the river basin below.
Jamey turned in his chair towards the Commander and said, “Commander, I think you should come and look at this.” The Commander walked over to his location and looked at all the data that had been discovered.
“I’m believing’ that we should let Mr. Zimmerman in on this”, the Commander said to Jamey while still gazing at the screen.
“If I had to guess, Commander, I would say that our lost part of this ship is just below that lake. The opening of that lake would be large enough for a Galaxy Class star ship … maybe even two.” Jamey said to the Commander. “The array tower that we used before is located to the West of that lake. Sir, I believe we found the door bell … in a manner of speaking.”
With that info the Commander went back to her position to inform Zimmerman of this news …
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 12, 2005 1:45:35 GMT
Going on at STARBASE ASSAILANT around this same time … The Ambassador to Darvon was sitting in a large conference room and noticed the nervous twitch in his hands and a small bead of sweat running down this face. The Ambassador knew what the Starfleet vessel would find on their mission; the one thing they have been trying to keep from Starfleet ever since their application for joining the Federation. Several higher ranked Starfleet personnel came into the room along with others from the Federation. The first Starfleet person spoke, “ Ambassador, I want to get right to the point. We have just got word from our ship in your system, and according to their last report, they believe your planet isn’t a planet at all. In fact we have what could be interpreted as a hostage situation. Does your committee here on Assailant have any thoughts as to what might be going on?”The Ambassador looked around the room to what he thought was hundreds of eyes staring down on him, then he himself looked down to the floor blushing what could have been in another time and place a brilliant color of red. “ I … um … well … we could … um … what I mean to say is … um … we don’t really know what is going on; that is the reason we called upon the Federation’s help.” Now looking up with a slight smirk. The first Starfleet person spoke again, “ Ambassador” drawing out that word until it almost sounded like something out of a song. “ We in the Federation believe there is more here than what meets the eye … wouldn’t you agree? We have been in touch with people in your neighboring system, who I might mention has been a member of the Federation for several years now, and they have shed some light on the history of your planet. They couldn’t tell us what exactly is the cause of this problem we both now have, but they did have several interesting bits of information to share.”Looking now like the cat that swallowed the proverbal canary, the Ambassador was now ringing with dread and stumbling all over his words. “ Sir, I regret to inform you that we on the Darvonian committee haven’t been exactly honest with the Federation. But we implore to you that we be heard before the Federation makes any hasty decisions.”“ I’m not aware of any decisions from the Federation about this matter, hasty or not Ambassador.” The high-ranking Starfleet person replied. “ I think it is time we understand what you understand Ambassador … and please … this time the whole truth as you know it sir.” The Ambassador started as far back as his history books would allow him … how his ancestors that found that colony found that the planet had been disserted. Disserted with a complete infrastructure in place and ready to be used. How the planet seemed to know what the people needed and at every turn it provided. The crops needed water and it rained just enough. How the soil was not right to grow their common crop and how over one season the ground somehow changed to the correct composition. How people just seemed to understand things over a month’s time, lots of things like understanding new and complicated ways to advance technology. Yes, there were times that people just came up missing, never to be found. But, that wasn’t the normal thing until the past few years when more and more people were vanishing. How over the past year strange flying ships were seen flying around the Northern hemisphere just at the time a team of scientist were testing their first warp drives. But they didn’t know that the very planet they were living on was indeed an ancient machine built ages ago by an advanced civilization that seemed to have simply gone extinct. They had found artifacts everywhere on the surface however, the Darvon people had decided long ago to keep all the artifacts hidden and unknown. They feared that others would find out about their “supplying planet” and what to take them over.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 12, 2005 21:50:59 GMT
After the sub-space notes from the meeting with the Ambassador of Darvon arrived on the 2/3 El Sal … Included with the meeting notes were a few pages from a journal that one of the scientists on the Darvon committee gave the Federation during the debriefing that followed the meeting. Jamey poured through the journal pages, forty pages in all with what were apparent half stories. Jamey could tell there were huge holes in the information but he found several images of artifacts that had carvings on them that resembled the code they had been using so far. Moving to a science lab where the computers were better suited for this type of investigation, Jamey pulled up all the known code that had been discovered. Then it took several hours to pull the symbols out of the images to compare with the code they already had. There were not many symbols that were complete in the images. It was very apparent that the artifacts had been broken … all of them where this way. That didn’t matter however, there were still a few that were usable. At each turn, just when he thought he had something, nothing but a dead-end. Code that they already had, or code that didn’t fit anything; but then it happened. One symbol that seemed to complete two complete programs that had retrieved from the communication with the tear-shaped ships. With a smile, Jamey left the lab heading back towards the bridge. The turbo lift door opened onto the bridge where everyone was a buzz with action. The Commander was sitting in the center chair looking at a PADD with a puckered brow. “ Worried, Commander?” Jamey said. “ Don’t ya know Lt.?” The Commander said back to Jamey looking upset that he broke her concentration. “ Do you have anything a-new Lt? I be a bit busy here young Lad.” “ Well, sir, I believe I have found a small clue in the information from the Darvon Ambassador’s science team back on the Star base. Not much mind you, but this one symbol”, pointing down to a PADD he grabbed exiting the lab, “ This one symbol completed a program that based on the reaction of the planet, will recall all their robots back to hibernation. I believe it is a fail safe that was written into the code by the ancients that built this blasted thing. There is one catch … … “ “ Oh! … get on with it! I ain’t time for all th drama.” The Commander wailed back to the Lt. The Commander wasn’t normally like this. It must just be the situation Jamey thought. “ Yes sir. This code must be administered from inside what seems to be a master or obscure control room; the translation didn’t come through very clear because the artifact that this was on was broken.” Jamey answered back. “ I don’t know how much of this Zimmerman can accomplish, but I think it important that he try to find this room and execute this code. At the very least this could be used a tool to buy them some time.”
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Post by zimmerman on Jul 13, 2005 21:50:48 GMT
OFF: I think I finally solved my computer problem. One virus too many, I think. Took a while, but I got most of 'em. The rest are in quarantine. Thanks goes mostly to Norton Anti Virus. I'm so glad they're around...
ON:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry," muttered Kevin. The codes were being saved as backup files in case Kevin lost the original ones for some reason. Not likely, but a good precaution. "There! Now, let's see what these little guys are good for..."
The viewscreen abruptly changed into... well, a different viewscreen. Sort of like a menu. Controls had been routed into the science station Kevin sat at. Technically, he should have been at the command chair, but he had wanted to get this done with his own hands. The command chair lay vacant.
Kevin had no idea what anything did, so he figured there wasn't too great a chance he would harm anything... he hoped. Humming to himself, Kevin punched a command. A yellow light flashed and a slight alarm beeped. Probably meant something like 'access denied' or 'not compatible'. Oh, well. Kevin tried a different button. Now a small portion of the viewscreen showed the inside of the large complex the El Salv sat in. Kevin saw a couple arrows just above the picture. Maybe the meant he could change the view.
They did. Kevin saw the assimilation chamber, the part of the El Salv he was inside, several other unrecognizable pictures, and... Savot.
"Uh-oh," said Kevin. He punched a random button. A robot started squirting itself with water, followed by a blue liquid, and then by more water (assuming the clear liquid was water). "That didn't work... um, okay..." he pressed another button. Nothing noticeable happened. Kevin pressed another button, and one of the droids suddenly changed direction, slamming into another one. "Oops," said Kevin, grinning. He pressed the button again. And again. The robots began crashing into each other wildly. Unfortunately, Savot and the robots around him that hadn't started changing velocity randomly walked out of the picture. Kevin changed the view and saw Savot being stored in his alcove.
"Sir, incoming message from Commander Irae," said a crewman. "She says that we are... underneath a lake? I'm sorry, sir, the message seems a little odd to me. Wait, there's more... Here, you'll want to look at this yourself."
Kevin sighed and looked at the information. His mood got worse as he read through it. "Contact Commander Irae," he said unhappily.
"Yes, sir."
"Commander Irae," began Kevin, fidgeting, "I, erm, don't mean to be rude, but... how am I supposed to know where this control room thing is?"
Irae muttered something, from which Kevin caught the words,"inexperienced" and "young." "Of all th' times t' be gettin' scared, Lt. Zimmerman, tis a bad one."
"Well, sir, its more a reason of not being able to, er, get there. I don't know where it is. And I'm not very good with a phaser rifle."
"You're scores are more than satisfactory-"
"-in the test room-" muttered Kevin
"-and you can find the damn control room, Lt.! Now get goin! Irae out."
The link shut off quickly. Kevin looked rather ill. He dreaded the Borg-like area, and wasn't comfortable leaving the safety of the ship. But the thought of Savot stuck in an assimilation chamber... Kevin didn't want the Vulcan to meet such a horrid fate.
"Ensign, get me a security team. Also, get me a couple engineers and a science officer."
"Yes, sir." Kevin made a face when he heard the word 'sir'. He hated being called that.
A few minutes later, the ensign announced unnecessarily, since the team was standing nest to him), "The team are ready, s-"
"Thank you," said Kevin, cutting him off. Hapsburg was one of the engineers coming along. Kevin smiled. At least she knew how to use a phaser. And none of the officers seemed as worried as Kevin did.
"All right, team. I've looked at the small amount of info we have, and there are a couple places where I think the control room could be. We'll hit each of those, and after we turn off the robots, get Commander Savot out of there. Any questions?"
Nobody said anything.
"Good. Ensign, if Commander Irae calls tell, her where I am." Kevin turned to his team. "Let's go."
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 15, 2005 10:21:24 GMT
::After much shouting and orders giving Deis stands reading over the dialog of the Darvon Ambassador scowling. They should have told us about this ages ago. She stands there before her chair, not bothering to sit anymore, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as if warding off a massive headache. She takes a deep breath and gets ahold of herself here, speaking::
One more thing Jamey. Tha code is gunna buy us a lil time. We need more. That "ship" may be disabled by th time were done. Can ye imagine tha thing in th wrong hands? ::shes silent again for a long moment:: It isnae a decision i can be makin fer th Federation. I need t' contact a few superiors. Th entire planet is a big ship...picture th borg assimilatin tha. Or th Romulans, or th Cardassians. Tis a weapon, they do nae need.
::She forestalls any real statement now by speaking again:: May as well worry bout wha we can deal wi. Gettin our men, an th rest o our ship back outa tha planet. After tha, then we can be worryin about th rest o Starfleet.
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Zimmerman: ::One of the science specialists in your troup speaks up, holding a tricorder as you all leave the el sal:: We can possibly locate this control room by the lack of power. From the code and the information given to us, we will have to turn the power on there ourselves. It shouldnt be a problem.
::One of the security officers speak:: Control Room first or Commander Savot? Ones much easier to find than the other. But then...finding him may tick off all these little guys ::nodding at the robots::
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Post by Savot on Jul 18, 2005 4:56:03 GMT
Zimmerman considers the security crewman's question for a moment, then decides, "We'll find Commander Savot first. That way when we're done with the control room we can all contact the ship and beam back from there. Ok? Let's go people." And just as they turn to round the nearby corner, Kevin nearly bumps into a humanoid form. As he lowers his rifle in instinctive reaction, it's caught in mid-descent and the face of the Operations chief is now plainly apparent to the members of the team.
"Greetings, Mr. Zimmerman, crewmen.", he says, nodding first to Kevin and then the rest of the group, "I noticed your approach on one of the internal sensor systems they assigned me to repair, and came to meet you." He then follows the nervous glances of some of the security folks glancing at the floating robots. "Do not be concerned with them at this time. During my work I have also been able to modify their collective sensors, effectively blinding them to the presence of any organic beings not already recorded in their alcove logs. As I am already recorded, however, we must move quickly."
Zimmerman nodded, glad to see Savot was safe, and relayed the information sent by Commander Irae. "So we've got this code, but it has to be directly entered from a control room console. We were scanning for it based on the Commander's intel. Do you have a better idea where it might be?"
Savot nodded, "Indeed." He then turned to address the other group members. "Given the data from Commander Irae, Lieutenant Zimmerman and I will continue together to the control room. Ensign Hapsburg, take the team back to the El Salvador, and stand by in the main transporter room. When Mr. Zimmerman and I have disabled the vessel, its robotic arsenal, and opened the apparent exit hatch in the lake, we will signal you for beam out. Avoid engagement with the probes on your way back, they should not bother you. Lt. Zimmerman, keep your rifle just in case. Dismissed." Savot nodded to the team, who then dispersed, and Kevin remained, looking slightly anxious about the plan, but glad to see Savot looked relatively unharmed, and was willing to follow his lead to the control room and hopefully get out of this mess.
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After several minutes of moving down this passageway and that one, meandering their way calmly to the control nexus so as not to alert the robots by Savot's movements, Savot and Kevin finally arrive at the room, which, as it is automated and every "slave" is mentally programmed to obey as far as they , requires no robot guard. The room is a massive array of screens and consoles, with easily a dozen chairs at various stations throughout the room. Walking to the largest looking console, equivalent in location to the tactical arch console on a Galaxy class starship, Savot nods to Zimmerman and they begin their work, Savot on disabling the entire vessel, Zimmerman on shunting the water out of the dammed in lake above their ship in order to open the hatch...
It does not take long to enter in the code sent by Commander Irae, and Savot stands poised, waiting to disable the systems until Kevin has used them to open the lake. Zimmerman types away at the console, sweat forming slightly on his brow, then looks up anxiously at the screen above them. The display screen blinks in to an external view of a massive lake, probably a live feed from a camera planted on the very comm array found by the rest of the El Sal. The dam doors grind open slowly at first, then quickly pass the rest of the distance, and water begins cascading out of the lake in massive quantities.
Alarms begin sounding as this unauthorized command takes place, and Savot moves to secure the doors to the control room in case they're discovered. Agonizing seconds tick by as the two officers can only stand and wait for enough water to flow outward. Finally, the two have had enough, and with a look to Savot, who nods in agreement with the silent suggestion, Zimmerman opens the hatch at the bottom of the lake, sending gallons of the remaining water splashing down atop the El Sal, which is of course unharmed by such an assault.
As this takes place, Savot then enters the final sequence required to initiate a power overload in the main wiring system throughout the entire vessel. However, in the time waiting for the lake, he was successful in searching his mental schematics of the ship, so generously provided by the attempted brainwash, to isolate the medical systems so the captured Darvons, and whoever the 5000 year old girl is, would not be left without medical supervision. Consoles burst left and right as wires try to shunt more power than they were ever designed to hold, and as a result melt instantly under the pressure, causing electrical fires and explosions throughout the ship, but luckily they are limited to close range bursts of consoles and conduits, not damage enough to harm the beings trapped inside here with them.
Savot and Kevin back away from the shorted out "bridge" of the vessel planet, and Savot taps his commbadge. "El Salvador, this is Savot. Two to beam up. Energize."
Savot and Kevin then dissolve into shimmery particles of light inside the control room....... and reconstitute on the blessedly familiar transporter pads of the gamma hull of the El Sal. The El Sal that is now free from her imprisonment, free to escape back into space, an action the two officers dash to the bridge to set in motion...
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 18, 2005 12:28:52 GMT
::Right about that time Deis is nearly jumping for joy on the bridge of the nearly whole El Salvador. Though not physically. Outwardly she stands there looking at the viewers with a grin on her face, but inside shes shouting "AY!! They made it they did it!". With triumph on her face she looks at Jamey:: Read me th code now Lieutenant!
::Jamey cracks a smile at the enthusiasm, and probable lack of shouting at him and says:: The ship functions of the planet are down Commander. Life support seems to be fine. Yes, the lake portway is opened.
::Deis then goes to the scanners herself...thats definatly a piece of our beloved ship comming this way. She hits the comms and says, in the calmest voice possible to the returning Teritary hull.::
=/\=Gentlemen. Gimme a good report=/\=
::The good comes back to her in the stiff analytical voice of the Vulcan...he dosent sound any worse for wear::
=/\=Indeed Commander. All personnel of the Teritary Hull present and accounted for. The Planet-ship's functions have been disabled excepting life support and Medical functions. It is not a danger at this time. We shall be rejoining the rest of the El Salvador at an estimated 12 and one half minutes.=/\=
::Deis grins at the dry delivery and says:: =/\=Will be good t 'ave th both of ye back onboard. We can debrief when ye return...Irae out=/\=
Arrigh prepare fer redock protocols, lets get out ship back t'gether aye? ::she speaks aloud to the bridge in general, her voice a little more jovial as she was intensly worried about her crew being stuck down there. but our problem isnt finished yet...she speaks quietly to herself as she sits down in the chair again::.. Then we can figure wha t do wi th people.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 21, 2005 3:27:41 GMT
With the command from Deis, Jamey gets the ship ready for the docking of the remainder of the ship. Walking to the CONN, Jamey sits down then enters the commands that prep the ship for docking; the docking clamps, umbilical, the rejoining of the warp core, turbo shafts and docking tractor systems. The remaining third of the ship is now in space looking non-worse for ware. The small scavenger robots had only scuffed the armor plating.
Turning the ship to line up with the axis of the approaching third, and rolling to match the pitch to allow docking with minimal torque that could damage a docking latch, the docking was over and complete. All systems started to report as green and clear to transfer and distribute all power and personnel passageways.
“Commander, Docking is complete and all systems are green. Tactical scans report no ships in this sector and there is also no activity from the planet. With the lake portal open, we are getting life signs from inside the planet ship and all are stable.” Jamey reported to the Commander.
“What orbit would you like for me to assume around the planet ship? Are we now on a tactical guard watch?” Jamey added.
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 21, 2005 18:21:15 GMT
::As the ship slips back together Deis feels an honest and true relief...theres something slightly creepy about having to third the ship, though it is intended for that purpose. It always smacked of a worst case scenario action to her, but it worked here, such as the mission goes. She looks to Jamey and says:: Aye Tactical guard watch.
:she looks down to her comm and recieves the message from Admiral Magellan. She sighs when she hears the verdict but nods...she should have considered this.:: Keep it close though Jamey...were now th guard dogs o this planetship. We cannae let nae a ship get close. Darvon be essentially shut down fer th now. Starfleet be sendin reinforcements soon but it will be takin some time. Thar seems t be troubles at th Assailant. Which makes me nervous as all hell. But we 'ave our orders. We stay here, guardian orbit. Nobody enters, nobody leaves.
BUT we can see t' th people. Thar be a possible plan. Once Zimmerman an Savot get back in 'ere. We can rebrief. ::she sighs again and then taps her commbadge, speaking to the whole ship::
=/\=Attention Officers o th El Salvador. Now tha we begood n' back t'gether, thar be a briefin two hours hence. ::she looks at her chronomiter:: 2200 hours.
::with that she sits back in her chair considering the options. Those people are already brainwashed or whatever you call it down there...programmed. There has to be a way to reverse it. Then get them back to the planets surface. With all the robots and the little shiplets currently disabled and indeed under our control...there is little danger at the present time, save for that which comes from outside.::
::she stands back up unable to sit for long, and stares into the vid screen, which shows the stars, the faroff sun, and the greeny brown colors of the Darvon planet...she whispers to herself:: Lets see who smells th scent o meat forst.
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Post by Savot on Jul 22, 2005 12:16:07 GMT
With the reassuring hum of the docking hydraulics symbolizing the reconnection of the tertiary hull to the rest of the El Salvador, Savot was already at the forward stations next to Zimmerman shutting down the gamma bridge controls and hooking back into all the umbillical connections, doing their part to aid Mr. Parker in his realligment of all ship systems.
Typing in the final commands and watching the bridge dim to emergency lighting only in accordance with its at least current retirement, Savot nodded to Kevin and the two entered the turbolift to the wooshing sound of closing doors. "Main bridge", the vulcan informed the computer as he clasped his hands behind his back and the two began their ascent to their usual stations. "Mr. Zimmerman, you performed quite well under the recent circumstances. Your anxiety was clearly affecting you and despite it you were able to exert control and attend to your duties in a difficult situation in a manner befitting a Starfleet officer. I commend you; it was most satisfactory working with you."
Then, just as quickly as it had come, the complimentary moment had apparently passed. Savot was silent the remained of their brief ascension to the bridge, but Kevin was able to appreciate the meaning behind the Commander's concise praise. He had said everything he needed to say on the situation, and there was no logic in admonishing it further. Zimmerman gave himself a small upturning of a grin on the corner of his lips, just as the turbolift doors whooshed open to show the familiar sight of the main bridge along with the faces of Commander Irae and Mr. Parker.
"Greetings Commander, Mr. Parker, it is most agreeable to be back among you. Mr. Zimmerman and I reporting readiness to resume our duties Commander", Irae could've about smacked him for his dispassionate return speech, but perhaps that was part of the vulcan's niche within the El Salvador family.
Expressing her relief in a grin at both her vulcan friend and the younger science chief. "Welcome back gentlemen. We're quite pleased t' 'ave ye back aboard as well. The Ops duties twere beginnin' to pile up. Mr. Zimmerman, if'n ye'd be so kind as to give me a long range scan o' the region. We 'ave t' be keepin' a weather eye open fer incomin' ships." Glancing down at the center seat consoles she checked the chronometers as Savot and Kevin resumed their usual stations. "A'righ gentlemen, staff meetin' in 78 minutes. 'Ave each of yer reports ready by then."
Then finally, for what seemed the first time in days, Commander Irae was able to sit somewhat relaxed in the center seat, though God only knew how long that might last while they were floating atop this potential goldmine of power...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2005 16:41:50 GMT
As he heard, and indeed, felt the three sections of the USS El Salvador connect back together, Dr Kalen felt slightly more comfortable. To be honest, he accepted that it made very little difference in an attack, and to an extent, it may even be safer when they were split up, as they were threee times less likely to be hit, and he had a third less people to deal with. On the other hand, it meant there were two thirds of the crew that were being looked after by other members of his staff, and that there was three times less power to be used.
The betazoid soon received a message telling him to compile a report, and to attend a staff meeting in a couple of hours. He sighed. It seemed all he did anymore was compile reports. He wished the old days back, when he could teach cadets, and lived a simple life, without reports, or at least, less of them. On the other hand, at least he had a CMO as a CO now. She understood the jargon he used, which meant he didn't have to translate it into english anymore. he grinned at that, and wondered if he could come up with any items of lexicon that she hadn't come across.
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Post by zimmerman on Jul 22, 2005 17:21:58 GMT
Kevin was glad Savot had approved of his actions. He had indeed been very nervous inside the gigantic planetship, and was unsure of himself. Getting back to the rest of the El Salv was reassuring. Kevin didn't feel pressured anymore.
"Greetings Commander, Mr. Parker, it is most agreeable to be back among you. Mr. Zimmerman and I reporting readiness to resume our duties Commander," said Commander Savot.
"Welcome back gentlemen. We're quite pleased t' 'ave ye back aboard as well. The Ops duties twere beginnin' to pile up. Mr. Zimmerman, if'n ye'd be so kind as to give me a long range scan o' the region. We 'ave t' be keepin' a weather eye open fer incomin' ships." Glancing down at the center seat consoles, Commander Irae checked the chronometers as Savot and Kevin resumed their usual stations. "A'righ gentlemen, staff meetin' in 78 minutes. 'Ave each of yer reports ready by then."
"Yes, Commander," said Kevin happily, already running the long-range scan. "No other ships are within sensor range. There's a Ferengi trade route that runs fairly close by, but it shouldn't be a problem. I'll monitor it, just to be sure."
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Jul 22, 2005 18:42:02 GMT
::Deis cant help but chuckle at the exceptionally dry and dispassionate words from her Opsman. It just wouldnt be the same without such statements::
Good man Zimmerman. ::Deis shoots a smile to him...hes pleasantly suprised her this mission and she dont mind saying so. it puts in mind his recent promotion, well earned that one she thinks.:: I wouldnae 'spect th Ferengi t jump in guns blazin. But...they DO be greedy an thar be a gold mine down there. Better safe than sorry.
::She does indeed sit in her chair with more ease. She now understands the tension that Smith lived with whilst his people were "in the field". Especially while in the midst of a rather high profile mission such as this one. The technology of that planetship could change an empire...shed rather it not be the wrong one. She looks through the screen down at the planet as the El Salvador pulls into a swift guard orbit, nodding to Jamey once were nice and stable.::
::Its the first real quiet moment since all this began and Deis finds herself unable to just sit still and wait for the briefing. Theres too much to do, especially so in her mind. After hearing that the space is clear and the ship hasnt taken any damage shes free to get up and roam around. As the time for the meeting looms closer Deis is suddenly reminded that neither food nor sleep has happened since this began..but it isnt troubling her as yet. Besides...shes had an odd feeling all day...this will not be over with a simple guarddog job and then return home, all smiles, all things well.::
::She looks over her shoulder at the newly returned Savot and has to admit her gratitude that he came back unharmed. She wouldnt be able to do this job without him...without any of them. It instills into her mind the true meaning and responsibility bound to the crew. She thought she felt responsible for them when she was just their Doctor...but now...it almost cant compare. Should she majorly screw up...its them that will suffer for it. That...she will not have. She speaks up suddenly as the men go about their duties:: Mr. Savot please take th Bridge. Ill be in me ready...erm...me observation lounge. Tis where th meetin will be.
::As though having expected it, Savot turns around at his place and says:: Yes Commander.
::With that she turns and grabs her padd off the arm of her chair and then heads out of the bridge area. She needs to walk and its a tidy length to the observation lounge...gives her time to clear her mind a bit before organizing for the briefing. She has information for them just as they do for her...and indeed there is much still to be done. What to do about the people down in the citycenter of Darvon...is it possible to undo what was done to them. Return them to their society...but even if thats possible and all things would be well, our discovering of the truth here can only spread outward. She fully expects an attack, perhaps its just paranoia, not enough to call for yellow alert, but enough to make her nervous. its really only a matter of time::
::The doors of the observation lounge woosh open and she steps into the cool quiet, dropping the padd on the long table. She sits down and sighs, half in relief...then begins working on her information and then, considering her orders though she needs the reports from the others before considering a plan of action. She uses the console and brings up information and again the words Magellan sent to her, marking off things on the padd with a stylus, working until the time for the briefing comes up.::
~Rebriefing~
::By the time everyones inside Deis is ready as shes gona be. She waits until her officers are sat down and quiet before speaking:: Arrigh Gentlemen. This be 'ow we stand. We be ordered t remain 'ere an guard Darvon against threat. We should be recievin reinforcements in th next few days...thar be a problem at th Assailant so it "will" take time. But I say we be th ones fer th job...we got a ship tha could near bout fight a war on its own. I wish all o ye t be expectin trouble. Joost in case.
::she nods and then goes on looking at Savot and Zimmerman:: I need yer impressions gentlemen. ANythin ye may 'ave found o import inside tha place. People, places, things. Me concern a' th moment be th people still stuck down thar. Report Gentlemen.
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Post by zimmerman on Jul 22, 2005 19:51:28 GMT
Kevin took a deep breath, glanced a Savot, and then began.
"Well, everyone down there looked like they'd been assimilated. And when you get assimilated, you can't get ou of it. There have been almost no recorded cases of any species succesfully resisting and escaping assimilation. Those that have - such as Captain Pciard and Commander 7 of 9, as she still prefers to be called, and Ensign Icheb - have not been assimilated for long periods of time. In 7 of 9's case, she was one of the first humans to be assimilated, and I suppose the Borg Queen had her reasons for keeping her less assimilated than most drones. According to Voyager's logs, 7 of 9 seemed to be more of a liason than a drone. And Captain Picard was named Locutus, which is definitly not typical of the Borg."
"Ya know a lot abou' the Borg," noted Commander Irae.
Kevin shrugged. "I... really don't like them." He rememberd his father issuing orders after the Captain had been killed, and then the loud noises of bulkheads and EPS conduits exploding, the hull being ripped apart... the announcement the Bridge had been destroyed... Kevin gave an involuntary shudder. "Anyway, the point is, we might not be able to un-assimilate the people down there. I think we should destroy the planetship. There's some impressiive technology there, but it could be very dangerous. Destroying it is the easiest way to keep it from falling into the wrong hands, or assimilating some of us." Kevin looked at Savot again. "But Commander Savot was okay, so.... I don't know."
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Post by Savot on Jul 25, 2005 8:23:21 GMT
"Unfortunately Mr. Zimmerman, Starfleet policy does not allow for the abandonment of a task based solely on the prospect of difficulty. I concur that the personnel alcoves within the vessel bear an architectural resemblance to Borg drone stations. However, having faced the process myself, I can assure you that the people of Darvon have not in fact been 'assimilated'", Savot began to explain, his hands clasped together laying on the conference table of the observation lounge.
Turning then to address Commander Irae he continues, "When I was taken by the probes I was led to a large room with additional alcoves. Inside the room one group at a time is secured within the alcoves, and a series of subliminized light flash sequences bombards each being's nerve center. As the lights render the brain receptive for data, mechanisms within each alcove begin a download of schematics and maintenance protocols into the logical centers. In my case, as I believe holds true for the others, my personality was not erased, only compacted and contained within an inactive portion of the brain. My mental discipline as well as specific experience with mental assault during my Mirror Universe imprisonment enabled me to maintain a conscious hold on my persona. The others may not have had that advantage, but I believe it possible to restore them to a normal mental state. Though they will likely retain their knowledge of the vessel's mechanism. I see no safe way to purge that data from them."
Savot then took out his tricorder and uploaded data to each of the individual screens as well as the main display, "Additionally, this being in the planetship seems worthy of particular note. While in physical appearance she appears to be a female child, cellular analysis shows her to be over 5,000 human years of age. Also, her genome is completely different from those of the Darvonians. I do not believe they are descended from her race. My hypothesis is that she is a member of the race who initially constructed the planetary vessel. She appears to be in some form of comatose state, though my lack of medical knowledge renders further hypotheses unwise. I had hoped you would be able to interpret the data more successfully, Commander." He looked up from his display, and nodded to Deis signifying that he was finished with his report.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Jul 27, 2005 16:34:55 GMT
Sitting in the briefing, listening to Zimmerman and Savot, Jamey was thinking how could anyone know to even come to this planet to look for anything. The Darvon people kept this secret really well … even from the Federation until their hand was forced.
When Savot was through, Jamey wanted to bring up a point about defending the planet with more fire power until the other Starfleet ships arrived. “Commander, seeing how we will not have help for several days, couldn’t we use those tear-shaped ships to help defend this planet-ship? And, am I the only one that thinks that little girl, the only one that was left from the ancient people who built this thing, could be the key to this locked door? I mean, by now she would have all the information in that head of hers to run the whole planet-ship herself … say … from that main control room that we used to disable the ship.” Jamey was looking at both Savot that Dies trying to gleam at least a bit of understanding from this mission. When he was through speaking … the room became really still as a message from the bridge came over the COMM.
[glow=blue,2,300]=^=[/glow] “Commander, we are detecting that the life support systems inside the planet are beginning to fail. Each alcove, in succession, is starting to go off-line; according to our sensors.” An Ensign reported from the Science station. “I can not be sure we are reading correctly because we are getting interference due to our current orbit … I just thought you should know.”
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Post by Savot on Jul 30, 2005 2:45:13 GMT
As Jamey finished his thoughts, Savot responded as Deis was nearly entranced by the medical data on the ancient female. "Indeed Mr. Parker, I believe the comatose female is a critical link in this situation, but as I stated earlier I myself have the knowledge necessary to run the vessel from its 'bridge' of sorts. I believe the female's use will be in serving as a liason between the interests of the original planet builders and the current Darvonian inhabitants."
Bringing up a scan of the planetship on the main display, Savot continued, "Unfortunately, my knowledge will not serve much function at this point as the entire wiring infrastructure planetwide has been melted away with the exception of the medical systems. This meltdown will likewise render it impossible to control the teardrop vessels from the planetship. It may be possible to program the main deflector to serve as a transmitter through which we can orchestrate the teardrop controls from our own bridge, or perhaps even astrometrics as it would provide a more open viewpoint from which to direct their actions. Repairing the planetship's infrastructure is a technical impossibility on our own. It would require months of extensive work under the guidance of several Starfleet engineers. It may be possible to utilize the programmed Darvonians, but thus far we have no way of directing their maintenance efforts."
=^= “Commander, we are detecting that the life support systems inside the planet are beginning to fail. Each alcove, in succession, is starting to go off-line; according to our sensors.” An Ensign reported from the Science station. “I can not be sure we are reading correctly because we are getting interference due to our current orbit … I just thought you should know.” =^=
This report sprung Deis from her medical musings. Rising from the briefing table instantly she headed straight for the bridge, her officers rising and following in tow, assuming their stations as they prepared to deal with the situation. "Mr. Zimmerman can ye confirm those readings?" Receiving an affirmative reply from the science chief, she spun to face Savot at Ops. "Savot, do ye 'ave any suggestions based on yer borrowed insights? We cannae let those people die."
Savot was already tapping away at his console, correlating his scans with those of Zimmerman. Turning his head slightly towards Jamey at the conn, Savot began directing their efforts. "Come to the following coordinates, orbit 32 degrees off center from the transmitter beacon you all utilized earlier." As Parker manuevered the ship above the beacon, Savot began tapping away once more, coordinating his efforts with Kevin. "Mr. Zimmerman, initiate a power transfer through the main deflector. The ship, recognizing a power falloff, will automatically reconfigure the beacon to serve as a power receptor when we begin transfer."
"Ready Commander", came the quick reply from the science station after a brief set of commands. "Initiating power transfer now." A beam of pulsating orange energy leapt forth from the El Salvador's deflector array, and as Savot had predicted thanks to his personal knowledge of the vessel, the beacon quickly adapted to become a receptor, harnessing the incoming power. The logical centers, recognizing that life support was the only system with suitable wiring remaining to accept power anyway, immediately shunted energy to that system and the alcoves blessedly reactivated and held, for the time being....
Savot turned to face Deis, "Life support is stable for the moment. The initial cause of the failure is unknown but we will work to discover it. I believe it imperative that we find a method of reviving the female child. Her knowledge may surpass that of my own regarding the vessel and provide more insight to the situation."
Deis nodded firmly to her vulcan friend, "Aye, I agree. Mr. Savot, ye 'ave the bridge. Do everythin' in yer power to keep those systems operational. I'm going down t' sickbay meself to analyze this lass' status." With no more word on the matter, focussed in the area that dominated so much of her life's study thus far before her tenure with command, Deis stepped into the turbolift and descended into the bowels of the ship with steadfast determination...
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Aug 1, 2005 19:06:09 GMT
Hurriedly leaving the conference room, the crew headed to their respective locations. Jamey stepped down past the captain’s chair going to the CONN thinking to himself how strange this was. Jamey wasn’t accustomed to the CONN being sunken down in a hole … didn’t know if he would ever get used to it.
Looking around to his right, Jamey noticed that Savot was looking at him now … "Come to the following coordinates; orbit 32 degrees off center from the transmitter beacon you all utilized earlier." Savot said to Jamey. Jamey acknowledged Savot and started to maneuver the ship to the position requested. Keeping with a standard geo-stational orbit for the power transfer Jamey was wondering about the 32 degree offset from the center of the transmitter. However, with the rushed pace of the situation, Jamey thought it better not to ask why; probably had to do something the possibility of a dangerous power return or spike back through the navigational dish he thought. This new orbit however would make them more of, what was called on Earth, a “sitting duck” if the Captain was indeed correct in thinking that someone wanted to take this planet-ship.
Because the ship didn’t have a tactical officer yet, and Jamey really didn’t know who was looking over that station, he kept the tactical sensors up on his panel; this read out was still as it had been for the last several hours … detecting nothing … no ships in the sector. To witch Jamey went ahead and informed Savot of this fact.
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