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Post by kedzie on Aug 9, 2005 14:47:21 GMT
Kedzie heard the red alert klaxons, and she winced at how loud they were. They were probably designed to make sure that everyone was awake and knew how important it was that they arrive at their station as quickly as possible. Not that that helped her, she couldn’t really do anything except stay out of people’s way. And try to stay calm, if it was only for her own sake.
She decided against meditating, since she didn’t think she could with all this noise and distraction. She also decided not to light the candles or incense at the Mandala, since she wasn’t really sure that their sweet smell would help, they would probably just make her quarters feel cramped and small. But she could pray. Even if it did nothing else, it would help her to focus her thoughts. The ship shook and Kedzie assumed that it had been hit by weapons fire.
“Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina,” Kedzie began to chant, her voice quickly steadying and achieving the rhythm that was common for this particular prayer/chant. “Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina,” she repeated, a little faster. “Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina,” she said again, again a little faster, her only thoughts were those that were focused on repeating the chant. “Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina. Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina. Jia kasha tren tolaren lapur ila nekos ina…”
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Jamey Gaz
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Aug 9, 2005 16:12:26 GMT
The crew was holding on while one of the automaships hit the El Salvador with what seemed to be a disruptor style, purple blast. Consoles flashed, the bridge lights flickered, the internal dampening field generators that were located on that deck hummed with the strain of the blast. A jet of coolant hissed out of an over head pressure release valve above the main view screen temporally hiding it from view. The smell of the coolant was pungent to the nose and made the eye water. A member of the bridge crew rushed over to a panel adjacent to the view screen and tapped in the command to shut the coolant valve which made the view screen come back into view. The ship, because of the command of the navigation officer, turned hard to starboard just narrowly missing another purple energy blast from the trailing automaship. Jamey was glad he had habit of using the tactical sensors; it proved to be a good habit this time.
Jamey didn’t understand why the automaship was firing on the El Sal, after all, their ‘Captain’ was aboard; or did they know that? Jamey adjusted the dampening field by bring another power generator online to supply more power to the field. The purple blasts were indeed strong. The tactical officer reported that the regenerative shields, even though delayed because of the strength of the blasts, were working and holding. Jamey couldn’t believe after that strong of a blast that the shields weren’t down a bit at least. He was glad that they seemed to be as advanced as the Starfleet Engineers said they were.
Looking down at his control panel, Jamey noticed that everything didn’t fair well and reported to Savot, “Commander, the docking clamps used for ship’s separation are off-line and it doesn’t seem its back up power is responding; damage crews are responding to that system but haven’t reported.” Jamey knew that meant one thing, that the El Sal would fight this fight as one ship.
The trailing ship was coming around now and although this would be imposable, the ship almost looked mad, determined to fulfill its programming. Jamey, not waiting for Savot, instinctually maneuvered the ship in place for the tactical officer to develop a firing solution, and after Savot’s command, the officer fired. Firing a spread of quantum torpedoes, that all found their mark, the officer then followed with a single hellfire torpedo that phased past the automaship’s shields exploding with a deadly force. This blew half the automaship’s hull into pieces. The ship quickly fell behind, loosing all its propulsion from the torpedo’s blast. Unfortunately, there were more ships coming, this time a complete diamond formation – four of them. Plotting a quick escape route under the Southern pole of the planetship, the tactical officer fired at all approaching ships with phasers. The Promethus class attach cruiser was undeniably a remarkable ship. The El Sal made it to the other side of the planet in time to come to the aid of the USS Trispen who was being perused by two automaships.
Savot gave the command to come up behind the pursuing ships from underneath. The El Sal fired two spreads of quantum torpedoes at both ships. The torpedoes left the launchers, glowing with the tell-tell glow now appearing on the view screen. Jamey turned the ship away from the pursuit to avoid the shock waves from the soon coming blast. The ships were both hit but were not destroyed however, it was apparent that the aft of these automaships were their weakness. Without the benefit of the diamond formation, the ships couldn’t protect themselves; their programming seemed to be direct, one goal only in design.
The automaships that were trailing the El Sal wasn’t thwarted by their last maneuver. They had found the El Sal and were firing before they could react. The blast came from below, the underside of the ship were the shielding is the weakest. The ship shuttered, Jamey was rocked in his chair and one bridge crewmember was thrown from her post. The emergency lighting was now the only light on the bridge. Reports of fire were coming from several decks of the ship but worst of all; deck seven had lost life-support. Jamey had guessed that they were hit with at least two blasts. Sensors displayed that the formation of automaships were moving over them banking towards the last position of the Trispen. Why did they think their Captain was on that ship; couldn’t they tell where the little girl was? The impulse engines were down however, the warp core was still online and it seemed to have faired well. Jamey bypassed the impulse engines on the middle section of the ship, and brought online the primary hull’s engines. The power soon coursed through that system and the ship was back in motion. It never hurts to have a back up Jamey thought, even if this wasn’t the normal use for that set of impulse engines during normal connected flight.
The Trispen had made it safely away from the now useless automaships that the El Sal had damaged. Now they were returning the favor and started, thankfully, attacking the four ships that had attached the El Sal. Savot joined in with the attack and before long the foursome formation was drifting helplessly in space, the lead ship exploding in a magnificent hue of purple light.
There were simply too many of them, even for the power that the El Salvador held. The numbers were proving to also be too many for the New Orleans and Steamrunner class vessels as well. It was time for a new plan of attack, what was happening was going to lower the number of Starfleet ships before the number of automaships were gone.
The COMM rang out with Dies’ voice, frantic sounded as it was, it still seemed collected, however you could tell she was running through the corridors. Savot reported on the situation while typing out fall back coordinates to the Trispen and Pytalus.
Kedzie was thrown to the floor of her quarters, her prayer shrine just narrowly missing her head as it crashed to the floor. When she raised her head, the only light was coming from her windows and emergency lighting near her door. The next should she herd was from the ship’s computer.
“All crew members located on Deck Seven, life-support is not functioning, follow your planed evacuation to Deck Five.”
‘planed evacuation’ Kedzie thought … she made her way across the floor to the door, that didn’t open, and started to bang on it pleading for someone on the other side to open the door. When the door opened she saw an Irish woman standing on the other side. Kedzie noticed that she had four solid pips on her collar. “It tis time we bea gitin’ out of here young lass.”
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Post by kedzie on Aug 9, 2005 19:45:54 GMT
Kedzie banged on the door, thankful at the least that she hadn’t burned the candles, they would have used up oxygen faster.
“I’m with you on that one,” Kedzie replied, then wondered if she should follow the captain. She would at least know the evacuation route, but then again the captain might have elsewhere to go. As she walked, she found that there didn’t seem to be that much of a choice, since most of the exits seemed to be blocked or sealed, presumably deliberately. Kedzie followed other people, trying to stay calm. She was fairly successful, she didn’t find the lack of life support that disturbing, she had dealt with the situation before, on the Hanson. Well, maybe then it had only been a holodeck simulation, cursed holodecks, but it had felt real enough to her, and that time she had been expected to help deal with it, while this time all she had to do was stay calm and leave the area. That she could do without a problem.
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Aug 9, 2005 22:29:06 GMT
~ Slight Backpostage during the fight~
::Deis holds onto the biobed to keep from being toppled from the latest series of blasts. The girl has no such problems. There are tears running down the girls face and she says with a heavy sigh:: It is time to go on...they always said this day would come. Captain....take the people. From inside Rol'Daren...::Deis assumes this is the "name" of the planet:: This was never meant to happen...Take the people and go. You have 6 hours. Then it would be best if you were outside this sector. Forgive me...forgive Nala. ::And with that, the girl begins to shine as though a transporter beam surrounds her. As this happens every single ship save for the Federation ones shudder::
::The girl knew though we did not...the ships couldnt sense her through the oddity of our shieldings. As the glow increases, Deis has to throw her arm up over her face as its starbright, almost too luminant to even look at:: Wait...Nala! ::She cries and then with a cracking sound a vacuume rushes in where the girl once was sending out a smallish shockwave that knocks Deis and Kalen to the ground...it stabalizes as the ships life support compensates for the sudden lack of any air in that section::
::its a strange experience...but Deis feels the girl touch her as she goes, the whispering of a different mind:: "we may meet again" ::The heavy vollying of purplish shots outside seem to lose aim, but then redouble their efforts...now they sense their captain as her particles move through space and somehow back into the centering of the planetship. Though we now cannot watch the girl walks alone to the scan shielded room and simply lays her hand down against a rather ornate plate that begins to glow...then the flashing is repeated and she is gone from Rol'Daren, the inner city of Darvon.::
::When this happens something odd happens to the ships attacking the three vessels. They simply stop...completly. The purple fire ceases to bloom from the ships and they begin to drift for a while...several of them are blown up in the volly before anyone realizes whats happening...those that drift there unscarred and unexploded begin to drift back towards the planet as though siezed by a gravity that we cannot feel. Energies are scanned from Darvon...faint tractor beams begin to draw the dead ships back::
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::Deis knows what the girl meant. Before she knows whats happening she is running. Out of sickbay and to the turbolift. Everyone knows the evac plan...save for ONE person. The civilian. Deis runs that way as fast as her legs can carry her, slapping her commbadge on the way, giving a shipwide comm:: =/\=Commander Savot patch this transmission through to th other ships. E'erone stop wha yer doin righ now an get transporters runnin. We got 6 hours t get all 3000 colonists from th inside o tha planet. All transporter rooms focus on gettin as many people out as possible in th shortest time possible. Pack em on yer ships into cargo bays iffen ye must! We gotta get them outa there...Darvon willnae be thar much longer!=/\=
::she dosent wait for an acknowledgement but cuts off the comms, her orders clear, no questions accepted, this is too dire. The life support is indeed failing when she manages to get her heiny outside Kedzies room. its her first chance to meet the woman, would that it could have been over drinks or something less...fatal.:: Be time we be gettin outa 'ere young lass! ::as she manages to codeforce the door open::
::Deis grabs her sleeve and says:: RUN gurl! ::sort of half dragging her, though letting her go as she runs along with her. The turbolifts are no longer functioning on this deck so Deis looks around as she runs, and nods. A jeffreys tube will work well enough. Deis reaches out and pulls the bulkhead plating off, letting it clammor to the floor. Then she looks at Kedzie as the air begins failing:: Get yer arse down tha shaft. Next deck down. Go, QUICK! ::Deis follows her in...once they reach the crossways section Deis points downward:: Down. Next deck. Get wi th evacuees and try t be keepin em calm. Were bout to be loaded down wi confused people. Yer job is t calm em down as best ye can Ms. Kedzie. Go on now...an good luck. ::Then Deis is crawl walking off in another direction, a more direct route to the bridge from here. She looks back to make sure Kedzie is moving and then gets her own arse out of these tubes, kicking off the wall paneling in a different area and then running towards the bridge. Shes slightly disheveled when the doors hiss open to admit her onto her bridge...and as soon as she steps inside she sees on the viewer before the entire bridge crew...the planet begins to pulse with faint purple::
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Post by kedzie on Aug 10, 2005 2:00:40 GMT
Kedzie started off moving fairly quickly, but not as quickly as she could, because she wasn’t sure where she was going. She was soon running as the captain told her to move fast, very fast. Once Kedzie understood where she was going, she didn’t need much further encouragement.
Kedzie nodded reluctantly while hurrying down, and because both her and the captain were moving in different directions, Kedzie didn’t think the captain saw her nod. Not that it mattered, Kedzie had hardly been given a choice about whether or not she wanted to help. As she rushed to deck five, Kedzie had little time to think, and little desire to do so, but she could climb down the jeffreys tube just as fast thinking as she could if she didn’t think, and she needed to figure out how she was going to clam down the evacuees. Kedzie didn’t even know what she was going to do to keep herself calm, let alone a lot of people she didn’t know. Kedzie focused on knowing that everything would be okay, or, if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter if she had been wrong or not.
Still, Kedzie knew that before she could calm down the others she had to be calm. So she sought calm, then almost lost it when she reached air. She took a couple of deep breaths, surprised at how relieved she was to take them. She then continued onward to meet with the rest of the evacuees. Kedzie vowed to learn the evacuation route, she didn’t like being tracked down, and she liked even less that she had had to be rescued. And if she had known where she was going from the beginning she might have gotten there a little faster.
Kedzie reached the evacuees, and decided to take control, and the first step in that was making sure she was heard. She raised her voice, so it became steadily louder. While she had no actual power other than the power that the evacuees agreed she had, the main point was to make it seem like she was doing something. At least then she might make them feel useful. “Is everyone here?” she loudly demanded of the crowd, knowing that they would have no way of answering her for sure, but not sure what else she could or should do. She was a musician, but she severely doubted that singing to them would help.
She thought a little more, trying to think of a way to quiet the murmuring, as people looked for their friends. “They must be,” she replied loudly. “The Starfleet officers on the bridge can scan for life signs, and they could send someone down to rescue them. That’s what they did for me, had me rescued” Kedzie wasn’t sure what else to do, she hadn’t been planning on making a speech, but it seemed to help if the people had something to listen to, to concentrate on. “So, I’ll take responsibility for answering my own question, yes, we are all here, because we are on an advanced starship of the Federation, and they sent someone to rescue a civilian, me, even though I don’t really have much to offer this ship.” Kedzie no longer thought about what she was saying, she just tried to keep talking, and if she could do it in a way that made the evacuees proud of the ship they were on, Kedzie thought of that as a good thing.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Aug 10, 2005 4:50:33 GMT
OFF: NPC Engineer (Earth Female … name: Lt. Brinia Vargos)
In Engineering …
Brinia was working at her workstation coordinating all the Engineering crews located all over the ship. Most of the crews were working in groups of three however, the life-support on deck seven warranted a crew of nine. The ship wasn’t in that bad of shape, however the separation docking latches EPS power connections were fried. The only way to get to them was for the ship to manually undock each third and access the connections from the exterior of the ship, and that would take a star base team to accomplish.
The main warp engines were also going to take a star base repair. The port engine faired good enough and could feasibly be fixed in space, however the starboard engine took the complete force of one of those purple disruptor hits; this was also the area of the most fires that were all out now. The fires were successfully suppressed by the automatic fire suppression system but unfortunately not until several corridors and labs were sufficiently put out of commission. Those too could be fixed with enough time in space, however the star base could have this remedied in no time.
Looking over the warp system, Brinia noticed that the coolant system wasn’t working to its peek level. This meant only one thing … warp five would be it, maybe warp seven if it were only for a short period of time. She didn’t like the idea of telling the Captain this, but she had never worked for a Captain that was also a Medical Doctor, it could be different. Standing up from her desk, she walked over to the warp system control panel and started calling up the containment force field program and placed it on immediate use stand-by; this would mean that more processors would have to be brought online to keep this program in a high-stand-by mode. This would have the recreation areas of the ship brought off-line to conserve processor use; but she didn’t think anybody had the time right now for a quick game of tennis. Completing this task, she new it was time to contact the Captain.
=^= “Lt. Brinia to Captain Deis Irae, I have a systems report to give.” =^= Deis Irae acknowledged and Brinia gave her report.
“Captain, we have some problems, our docking latches and our main impulse engines, along with some interior work will have to be completed at star base. Life-support on deck seven will be back online in approx. thirty minutes. Captain, I’m afraid that I will need to impose a warp limit of warp five … warp seven at the max but only for fifteen minutes. Our warp coolant system is not working to its peek numbers. This will be fixed however in twenty hours; I will let you know when full warp is available. Please advise the transporter crew to watch the transporter computer processors; I have had to keep several power generators on-line due to our power grid being almost fried by those blasted purple spewing ships.” Her frustration was clearly getting the best of her now. She could handle the problems all right; she just didn’t like her ship being messed with.
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Post by Savot on Aug 13, 2005 5:22:21 GMT
=/\=Commander Savot patch this transmission through to th other ships. E'erone stop wha yer doin righ now an get transporters runnin. We got 6 hours t get all 3000 colonists from th inside o tha planet. All transporter rooms focus on gettin as many people out as possible in th shortest time possible. Pack em on yer ships into cargo bays iffen ye must! We gotta get them outa there...Darvon willnae be thar much longer!=/\=
As the orders came through from the running Deis Irae, Savot set about attending to them instantly. No question as to what happened with the girl, no inquiry about why the ships had stopped or how Deis, with no access to the sensor scans the bridge crew were taking, already knew that the planetship was on an imminent buildup to implosion. His commanding officer had given orders; he was now implementing them. Nothing else need be said.
He tapped out overlapping orbital pathways, one for each Federation vessel, with the El Salvador's being the lowest orbit. "Lieutenant Parker, engage the following orbital pattern. We will come in just before the Lake opening as that will allow for the least transporter interference. The Trispen will be behind and above us in another orbit, their timing to coincide with our clearing the last utilizable angle with respect to the opening, the Pytalus following in the pattern after that." Savot tapped in the gameplan and transmitted the orbital routes to the other vessels.
Savot then turns slightly to the science station, "Mr. Zimmerman, as we orbit between transporter cycles, scan the remainder of the planet for any other areas thin or exposed enough to allow for successful transporter use. My calculations for this scenario only allow for a 40 minute window, and that is assuming that there are no complications. Any increase in utilizable locations will increase our probability of complete success."
Just as Savot is finishing his sentence Deis enters the bridge, eyes transfixed on the viewscreen as the entire planetary body begins to exude a purplish light. Savot turns at the sound of whooshing doors and instantly begins his report, "We are implementing an evacuation plan as we speak, Captain. The Federation support ships will orbit complimentary to ourselves, but at different angles in order to scan the most area of the remaining surface for any alternate transporter locations should the need arise."
Before she could respond, the intercomm bleeped with the report from engineer Brinia. At the end, Deis head was lowered a bit, almost slumped with the thought that her ship would require station repair time, in addition to the mental assault she'd been through watching the voluntary "death" of a being in her sickbay, and a complete lack of sleep for almost 23 hours since their arrival in-system what seemed like a week ago. The weary Captain sat in her center seat, the mere meaning behind being its occupant forcing upon her a new source of energy, her expression determined, and her posture as rigid as everyone's concentration was going to have to be to pull this off, as any miscalculation here could be fatal for hundreds of beings...
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Aug 13, 2005 6:25:03 GMT
"Lieutenant Parker, engage the following orbital pattern. We will come in just before the Lake opening as that will allow for the least transporter interference. The Trispen will be behind and above us in another orbit, their timing to coincide with our clearing the last utilizable angle with respect to the opening, the Pytalus following in the pattern after that." Savot instructed.
The mood was getting tense as each minute ticked by. The ship was damaged, but everyone still worked as if it was new as the day it sailed from dry dock. Because of the damage and also because of the ships resources needed for the transporters, all non-essential systems were off-line. Jamey looked down at his panel after Savot gave his orders to see the orbital coordinates display on his screen. Acting on those orders, Jamey typed in the commands to move to location that establish a low orbit. This took several minutes because the ship wasn’t close to the opening that the third of the El Sal came from just a few days ago. The Trispen and the Pytalus was not far behind and fell into the orbit instructed by Savot. The evacuation was now underway.
The Captain was on bridge now, in the center seat, looking a little worse for the ware. However, just as she sat down there was a new resolve that washed across her face. Jamey didn’t know where they were going to put 3000 people. Every transporter in the ship was now on-line and beaming every thing that had a pulse onboard the ship. The problem was that this class ship wasn’t built for any type of evacuation much less a planetary evacuation. The other two Federation ships would have to hold the bulk; Jamey turned in his chair to look at the Captain and the Commander … he just had a thought.
“Captain … Commander, could we benefit from having pattern enhancers inside the planetship? … say using a modified, soft landing, probe to launch into the opening?” He didn’t know what Savot had up his sleeve, if Vulcans had anything up their sleeves. “Back in my cargo days, we used pattern enhancers staggered down at lower and lower levels to beam cargo into,” … not wanting to say into resistance cells, paused and said, … “ … underground cargo bays. They would act as a pattern booster through the dense rock.” He didn’t know if Savot would be open to his suggestion … but Jamey knew it would work, his three lifetimes of experience, being a joined Trill, was working in his favor.
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Post by kedzie on Aug 16, 2005 22:03:47 GMT
Once Kedzie had succeeded in calming people down, she didn’t see any point in talking, since people were no longer listening to her. The crowd had ceased it’s frightened whirling as people became reassured that everyone who should have been evacuated had been, so now there was merely a buzz that was frightened but controlled. Kedzie didn’t see that she could do anything about the fact that people were somewhat scared, she didn’t even feel up to leading by example.
Kedzie was grateful that the ship was no longer being rocked by weapons fire, but she wondered whether the peace was only temporary. As much as she hoped so, she had no way of knowing. Kedzie glanced around the crowded space, and wished she knew how long they would be here, and where the people here would have to go if life support wasn’t fixed in their quarters.
Kedzie wished more that this battle situation would be taken care of though, and the Captain and officers seemed to be dealing with that quite well, from what Kedzie could tell.
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Post by zimmerman on Aug 19, 2005 18:23:56 GMT
"Mr. Zimmerman, as we orbit between transporter cycles, scan the remainder of the planet for any other areas thin or exposed enough to allow for successful transporter use. My calculations for this scenario only allow for a 40 minute window, and that is assuming that there are no complications. Any increase in utilizable locations will increase our probability of complete success," orderd Savot.
"Aye, sir," said Kevin. A few minutes later, he was finished. "I'll send a slight change in the flight plans to Parker's station... nothing terribly different than what you had, sir, but it will make a difference."
"Good," said Savot. Irae nodded her head in agreement.
"Captain … Commander, could we benefit from having pattern enhancers inside the planetship? … say using a modified, soft landing, probe to launch into the opening? Back in my cargo days, we used pattern enhancers staggered down at lower and lower levels to beam cargo into… underground cargo bays. They would act as a pattern booster through the dense rock.”
"Good idea," said Irae.
Savot interrupted. "Wait. How long will it take to get those pattern enhanchers down there? Will it interfere with what we're doing right now?"
Kevin had an idea, but wasn't very keen on voicing it. Then he thought of all the people stuck in the assimilation chambers. Hoping he wouldn't be chosen, he cleared his throat. "Perhaps we could take a shuttle down there. It might be faster than a probe."
Savot nodded. "You've also brought up another possibility. I think we should get all of the shuttles on all three ships powered up so they can start beaming up more people. They will probably work better in space. What do you think, sir?"
"Get on it," said Irae. "Zimmerman, get a course plotted for all of the shuttles. They'll beam the people into the shuttlebays they were in. Make sure they're all long-range shuttles, because there might not be room left for them to dock after everyone's beamed onto the ships. Parker, you lead a team on a shuttle that'll set up pattern enhancers as quickly as possible. Find the best places to put them. Both of you give a report when you're finished."
"Yes, sir," said Kevin, glad he wasn't going to set up the pattern enhancers.
"We'll be fast, sir," said Jamey. The two got to work.
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Aug 21, 2005 7:05:40 GMT
~Whilst all the activity is going on, strange pulses of energy come from the "Inner City". The very beginnings of a massive cascade failure that will blow the entire planet apart. Deis stands at her screen watching the flairings of purplish glow, almost hearing the vibration that has already begun. The transporters are not disrupted by the energy bursts though some of them flair up so high, that they change the gravitational pull on the shuttles, forcing the pilots to correct their course and then go again.~
:: Deis looks at the various showings of moving shuttles, transporter operations, and the tally of people left, and people already transported. She can feel her ship getting heavier though really in space thats not possible. She itches to jump into the Biddysal and take off to help them...but shes learned an uncomfortable truth. Unless its diplomatic...her away team days are almost surely over. Hmph...we shall see bout tha.::
:: She walks over to Savots station and looks over his shoulder...the countdown showing on one of his screens, leaving us at a bare few hours to get the rest and then reach minimum safe distance. She can imagine that this blast will be something never seen before:: Mr. Savot. Begin recordin th scene now iffen ye dinna mind. I wan t show this t Admiral Magellan. He willnae see a show like this again id wager. All sensors on record...i wan all th information we can give th man on this. Th Darvonites 'ave a bit t be answerin for.
::Tapping her commbadge immediatly, sounding in to Jamey and Zimmermans comms:: How be it goin Gentlemen? Time be growin short.
::As she waits for the report she looks down to her console and blinks seeing shes gotten a subspace message. She enters her code and reads it, though her grey hazel eyes keep flickering towards the scene of shuttles flying in low orbit, swooping as though capturing prey. She looks over the message and actually has to smile...theres a pile of messages, none of which shes answered. Acting Captain, Official Captain...and finally weve gotten a Tactical and Security officer. She mentions this to Savot:: Ill be damned...were finally gettin a Tactical officer. ::Looking over her shoulder at the ensign manned station...he isnt bad but an officer is badly needed in that place. Especially so for her own comfort. It just makes her nervous not to have an active and ranking gunner.::
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Aug 22, 2005 16:37:05 GMT
Walking into the shuttle bay, Jamey ran to the utility locker, along with two other crew members, to grab all the pattern enhancers they could carry. Running back towards the runabout, Jamey unloaded his arm full of enhancers into the center of the transport pad and jumped into the pilot seat. The shuttle had already been powered up by Zimmerman and all Jamey had to do is pilot the ship out of the bay. His small crew was onboard, and the doors were just shut before the runabout passed through the shuttle bay door force field. Turning just past the warp nacelles, Jamey headed toward the now purple-glowing planet towards the gapping hole that was once a pristine lake.
The shuttle’s shielding was now glowing reddish-orange as it passed through the planet-ship’s upper atmosphere. Now passed, Jamey changed the shuttle’s shielding to make the ship more suitable for air. His speed was much faster and his descent was much steeper than normal, but this wasn’t a normal mission. Now passing the opening, Jamey pulled the nose of the shuttle up hard and increased the internal dampeners to help diminish the forces of the landing.
The shuttle was hissing its coolant as Jamey gave the order to his crew to start using the transporter to place the enhancers around at the locations that Savot had communicated to the shuttle during their trip to the surface. Each enhancer had to be transported individually to end up in a three-point layout. The enhancers were going to the deepest parts of the “inner” ship to help aid in transporting through the surface to the ships and shuttles above.
::Tapping her COM badge immediately, sounding in to Jamey and Zimmermans comms:: How be it goin Gentlemen? Time be growin short. Dies asked.
“Lt. JameyParker here, we --- transporting the ------- to their ----- inside the ship … we are ------ some problems from the planet-ship. It ----- the build up -- power --- interfering ---- --- transporter. It -- working, the transporter cycle -- ------- longer to complete.” Jamey reported back. The Captain wasn’t getting but every other word however due to the COMM change interference just before it cut off completely.
Jamey heard that noise that he had grew to hate, the computer sound that told the user that something didn’t work; he knew the channel had been lost. Looking over his shoulder he saw the last pattern enhancer disappear in a shimmering glow and said, “OK people; let’s get the hell out of here.” Jamey was already in the pilot seat before he even finished his sentence and lifting the shuttle from its landing pads. Fragments of the bay were falling from above and hitting the shuttle’s shields rocking the shuttle as they hit. It was now very difficult to hold the shuttle on course and just before Jamey cleared the lake opening a purple plasma arc came from the bottom of the planet-ship’s bay and hit the aft of the shuttle throwing them out of the opening and into the air. The shuttle was now flying through the air in an uncontrolled flight path.
“JameyParker to the El Sal … JameyParker to the El Sal … we have been hit … losing impulse power … compensating with power from the warp core.” Jamey didn’t have time to notice the blood coming from his forehead; nor did he notice that one of his crew was now lying on the floor of the shuttle bleeding heavily from a hard hit from a bulkhead. Working the controls like he himself had never seen, thankfully the runabout was now in Jamey’s control and heading towards space.
Looking down at this fellow crewman lying in a pool of blood on the runabout’s floor, he called to the El Sal again. “JameyParker to the El Sal … medical emergency … request one to beam directly to sickbay.” … but Jamey wasn’t talking about himself …and starts to slur his words fromthe blow to his head, “the patternnnn enhaancerssss are -- are -- in place … missssssion accom-- accommplished.”
Jamey now turned the runabout over to the control of the computer now in the same flight plan as the other shuttles. Jamey and the remaining crew member was beaming people from the planet-ship to the aft compartment of the runabout. But is was now getting harder and harder to keep concentration. His head was hurting with an intense pain that made the transporter panel before him blur. Swaying on his feet he sat down in the seat behind him, grabbing his head, and then slumping to the floor, Jamey saw the light fade to darkness … was this how it was going to end he thought?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2005 4:12:06 GMT
Lieutenant Junior Grade Adam Parsons had been assigned the new Tactical and Security Officer to the U.S.S. El Salvador. The young officer new little about his knew ship's class let alone the vessel itself. One thing that intrigued the young tactical officer was the ship's ability to separate into three parts.
The lieutenant had managed to catch a ride on the Trispen as it headed out of space dock toward the last reported position of the El Salvador. Apparently there was some trouble in a system Parsons had never heard of. The Trispen was going to rendezvous with the El Salvador and assist it in its mission. The security officer spent the journey studying schematics of the ship to which he would be stationed. As tactical officer of this new ship, he would have a great deal of firepower at his disposal.
Shortly after the Trispen arrived, the red alert klaxon sounded. Parsons watched helplessly from his guest quarter's viewport as the ship came under attack. The young officer watched for what seemed like an eternity, leaving the viewport only to check the ship's status on his Com-Pad. It was standard procedure for guest officers to remain in their quarters unless ordered otherwise.
Parsons couldn't help but wish he were on board the El Salvador assisting his new shipmates. He moved to the doorway. It opened and members of the Trispen's crew were running about. Instinct told him to make his way toward the bridge.
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Savot: "Doctor, put down the hypospray." Deis: "No way pointy, this ship's mine!" [2003]
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Post by Deis Irae on Aug 23, 2005 23:49:26 GMT
~Seemingly later~
Lt. Parker...are ye wi me Lad? *echos a softish and familiar voice through the fog of unconsiousness that Jamey currently lives within. When we opens his eyes he finds everything only slightly fuzzy now, possibly from the medication that the Captain/Doctor has injected him with. He feels an odd stiffness on his head where nuskin has been placed, and the tingling of the dermal regenerator. But...he also finds that he cant move. When he tries Deis puts a hand down on his shoulder and says* Th Biobed has ye tight lad...dinna struggle. This'll be o'er soon.
::Jamey says with slight sleep grumble in his voice:: What happened? Did we get them all??
::Deis face finally comes into focus, and its smiling when she says: Aye lad we got em all. Looks like ye took a good knock t th head durin one o them energy bursts. Ye will be fine in a coupla hours. But until then, yer gunna lay there and get ye some rest. One moment.
::With that she turns and hits her commbadge:: =/\=Mr. Savot. Ive recieved th word from all ships an shuttles. Were ready t get away from this "soon t me explodin" planetship. So, iffen ye please, give us maximum warp an get us outa here. Th refugees can be placed at th assailant.=/\=
=/\=Acknowledged Captain. I have additional information before we engage. Lt. Junior Grade Parsons waits for transport aboard the USS Trispen.=/\=
=/\=Righ...get em o'er here before we move. Once thas done, were gettin outa dodge. Irae out=/\=
::The vulcan raises his brow at the phrase "gettin outa dodge". Hes unsure what that means but understands the intent. As per his Captains orders he notifies the Trispen to transport aboard our new Sec/Tac before "takeoff"::
~on the Trispen~
Things have calmed down somewhat though the ship is jam packed with Refugees, most of them having no clue whats going on. The comm chirps as Captain Rogers chimes in to the Lt:: =/\=Lt. Parsons. Report to Transporter room 3...no..4. Prepare for transport to the USS El Salvador, Rogers out=/\=
~down below on Darvon~
The disaster that is imminent begins to show itsself as small explosions begin to mark the surface of the planet with great geysers of purplish fire. The planets crust simply gives way to the extreme pressure being placed on it from within. Sensor readings would show immence earthquakes and the movement of tectonic plates in a much faster manner than usual. The result is a near conflageration on the rather desertlike surface of this once colonized planet.
::Deis looks out of one of the sickbay windows to the planet below and thinks of the girl...::
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2005 3:13:47 GMT
Parsons was still on his way to the bridge of the Trispen when he received an order from the Captain over his com badge. He was to report to transporter room 4 for transport to the El Salvador.
The lieutenant quickly made his way back to his temporary quarters to gather his things and then to the transporter room. Once there he stepped onto the pad and felt sick as the contraption engaged. The young officer was not fond of this mode of travel. Parsons was relieved to materialize on the El Salvador.
The transporter operator greeted the young officer and the lieutenant made his way toward his assigned quarters with the help of the ship's computer. Arriving at his new quarters, Lieutenant Junior Grade Parsons felt a sense of excitement. As the door slid open, the officer stepped inside. His quarters were a little larger than expected.
Parsons flung his things down, straightened his uniform, and headed for the bridge. Unpacking would have to wait.
Arriving on the bridge, Parsons scanned the room for the captain. He did not see her so approached a Vulcan Commander that appeared to have command.
Commander Savot, I presume? I am Lt. JG Adam Parsons reporting for duty, Sir.
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Post by Savot on Aug 24, 2005 3:38:59 GMT
Tapping his commbadge after receiving Deis' orders, Savot then turned to Kevin's science station. "Mr. Zimmerman, we cannot risk the lives of the refugees by staying within sensor range to record the final moments of the explosion. Prepare a full probe and link its telemetry with our sensors. Launch when we enter transporter range of the Trispen to bring aboard Mr. Parsons."
Kevin nodded and turned to his station to prepare the probe. True, it would be destroyed by the pulse wave of the explosion, but until that last second it would transmit valuable data on the absolute final moments of the ancient planet-vessel.
Savot then sat up straight from his Ops station and tapped his commbadge once more, =^=Commander Savot to Captain Rogers. We are entering transporter range, standing by to receive Lieutenant Parsons=^=
=^=Understood El Salvador. Your man's in our transporter room...energizing now.=^=
Savot looked down at his console, getting the affirmative signal from El Sal's own transporter room that the new crewmember was onboard. Just as he looked up from that he saw Kevin turn to face him and nod, "Probe launched and transmitting, sir. We're free to leave any time now." The science chief reported, definitely eager to take that exact action, leave the area.
Savot nodded to Zimmerman, transmitted departure clearance to the other two ships, and nodded to the ensign currently manning the helm. "Set course for Starbase Assailant, Warp 5, and execute."
The ships leapt one by one into the infinity of space, heading back for the comforts of "home", while the probe they left behind was the only thing left to witness the obliteration of another home.
At this moment, the bridge doors whooshed open to reveal, presumably, Adam Parsons who approached Commander Savot only to receive silence as he then looked to the screen to witness what all the others were watching.
The purplish lights were now a blazing fire across the landscape of the vessel's planetary surface. In some places explosions burst out into space as purple flares shot forth from the core, while in other regions the change in pressure caused by the outward bursts caused the surface to be sucked in on itself like an implosion. These reactions continued all over the planetship, bursting some regions out in a bloated perversion of the original surface, while others continued the implosive cascade inward.
Then, for a brief instant, all the fires ceased and sucked back in on themselves and for half a heartbeat no disturbances are seen from the planet, and it feels as though the universe holds its breath perhaps thinking there's a chance it will survive... But before that full thought could even fully coalesce, that foolish instant of hope was dashed as the remaining deformity of millenia old technology burst into a nova of light, almost beautiful if one didn't know the context of the burst.
The surrealistic wave of light and energy, extending from what was a monument to the intellect and engineering talents of a race now possibly exinct, was transmitted to the screens of the El Salvador and recorded, the wave growing larger and brighter in the viewscreen as it grew closer to the probe, until, almost anti-climactically, the screen just went black as the probe was struck and instantly annihilated.
The screens then automatically returned to forward view as the El Salvador and the Federation reinforcements all headed back to what they hoped was the relative safety of Assailant. But this experience had taught those who had not known before, that out here, safety could never be fully guaranteed...
Savot then turned, nodded slowly, almost sadly though there was no way of reading it in him, to the newly arrived Tactical Officer, and gestured towards the Lieutenant's station. "Greetings, Mr. Parsons... Welcome aboard."
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