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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2009 15:22:17 GMT
"Engage thrusters and take us out" the Commodore ordered.
Remar glanced over at the Ops officer who was a Bajoran and had introduced himself as Lt. Andruus and received a slight nod to indicate that he was ready. The navigation officer set the course out of Starbase and the Ops officer activated the thrusters. The Secondary section of the Olympia started moving towards the main doors of Starbase 47, with the tertiary section close behind.
The two vessels quickly exited the structure and changed course to pursue the fleeing primary section of the Olympia. "Helm, full impulse. Set pursuit course." Andruus and Remar worked to get the Olympia 2 moving. Remar glanced at the navigational sensors and saw that Olympia 3 was mirroring their course.
Remar continued to monitor his instruments and vaguely heard the Commordore conversing with Commander Tan over the comm. The conversation ended, and Smith ordered the ship to Warp 8. The Vulcan verified ran his eyes over his instruments. Everything seemed fine. Then a discretely flashing red light caught his eye on the main deflector array warning panel. The light was indicating a thermal buildup in a tertiary superconductor bay. Remar quickly accessed the system to try to determine the problem. It appeared that there was an unknown constraint in the cooling system.
The temperature in the superconductor bay was already approaching serious levels, so Remar contacted Engineering. "Engineering, this is the bridge. I'm seeing an unusual thermal buildup in Superconductor Bay 7. Temperature approaching 400 degrees farenheit."
"Confirmed Bridge. We're checking now. There appears to be some kind of a problem with the cooling system. The bay is directly below the main plasma conduit for the defector array. If we have a serious problem, we could lose the navigational deflector." The engineer fell silent for a moment. "Bay temp now exceeding 500 degrees farenheit."
Which will mean we won't be able to stay in warp, Remar thought to himself. He turned to the Commodore. "Excuse me sir, but we're having a problem with a superconductor in the navigational deflector array. Coolant is not being supplied to it properly and it's temperature is approaching critical levels."
Commodore Smith looked over. "Alright lieutenant. Shut down the bay and reroute coolant from the secondary systems to cool it down."
"Aye sir" Remar replied.
The Vulcan entered the appropriate commands into his console, but there was no reponse from the superconductor bay. "Sir, commands not effective. Temperature now passing 700 degrees farenheit. Getting some heating in the navigational deflector array." As Remar looked at his panels, orange lights started flashing around the controls for the navigational deflector array.
Smith was about to reply when his comm beeped. "Tan to Commodore Smith. We're having a problem with a superconductor bay near our nav array. It's heating up and no commands are working to shut it down. If we don't get it under control here, we may have to give up the pursuit."
The same malfunction in the same system on two different ships. That wasn't very likely, Remar thought to himself.
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Post by David Tan on Aug 16, 2009 13:47:23 GMT
"Sir ... We're getting a temperature spike."
"Is it going to affect our progress ?" Tan asked, watching the Secondary Section on the view-screen.
"I'm keeping my eye on it." the Engineer said.
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"Sir ... Thermal temperature in the deflector bay now at five hundred degrees. We will need to drop from warp soon, before it escalates further."
"Commander." Vinar said from the Helm, a deep frown forming, "The secondary section is also showing a build-up in their superconductor system."
'Both sections, same problem ?' David thought.
Tan allowed the engineer to work, he knew his job, but David was getting worried now. It was obvious that someone had tampered with both sections. That in itself took some doing. The logistics of getting onto both sections of the ship, accessing the required systems, then hiding the fault from all sensors or diagnostic programs ....
"Sir, the array is passing the seven hundred degree mark. The deflector will be useless in seconds."
"Open a channel to the Commodore." Tan said, then received a nod of confirmation.
=^= Tan to Commodore .. We're going to need to drop from warp =^=
=^= Us too David .. Drop to full impulse .. Close to fifty meters .. We'll wrap our shields around both sections .. They should protect both sections from micro-meteor collision while we are moving forward .. However slowly =^=
=^= Dropping from warp now =^= Tan replied, nodding to the Helm Officer.
The stars ceased their headlong rush past the view-screen as the ship slowed to sub-light. Every second, the Primary section was putting the length of the Sol System between them, and neither Smith or Tan were happy about it !
"Full impulse." Vinar said
"Close to fifth meters off the starboard quarter." Tan said getting out of his seat, "I'm beaming over to the secondary section. Lieutenant Zal'nar, you have the Conn."
"Aye Sir." the Engineer said.
David made his way to the transporter room ..........
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Post by elianabetor on Aug 16, 2009 14:05:55 GMT
Annoyed at herself for managing to be late for work on her first day back in two years, E’Liana skidded down the corridor coming to an abrupt stop at the doorway to the Olympia.
An annoyed-looking Ensign eyed her suspiciously. “State your name and position”. Was he staring at the cat cage?
E’Liana shifted the meowing and spitting cat cage slightly in her grip and glared at the Ensign. “I’m Doctor E’Liana BeTor. The Chief Medical Officer. And yes, I’m late. And yes, that is a cat in the cage.” She sounded rather harassed.
The Ensign looked at his PADD and made a big show of scrolling down the list. E’Liana glared at his forehead as she knew full well she must be the last one aboard and therefore the only name unchecked on the list.
Sighing pointedly, she rattled the cat cage slightly and was amused to see the Ensign shrink back slightly in panic. He glanced up. “Yes, that’s all in order, Doctor” He stood back to allow her to pass.
“…thank you…” She managed to spit the words out instead of a casual curse in his direction, remembering that she was back with the Federation now and not on Qo’Nos. She sighed slightly to herself. Some things were better the Klingon way. On Qo’Nos, No upstart would have dared be so insolent to a Doctor. Someone who could stop their heart at will. Not that E’Liana could, what with the human Hippocratic Oath she took at the Academy.
She raced down the corridor in what she hoped would be perceived by passers-by as professional and found her quarters at last. Thankful they weren’t on the missing part of the ship she threw her case on the bed and opened the cat cage.
Lursa her Tika Cat growled menacingly from the back of the cage, but the Doctor didn’t have time for this. Gently kicking the side of the cage, she ushered the cat out of the cage and replicated her some food. Outside of the cage, Lursa looked as terrified as she ever did. Coward.
“You’ll be fine; you’re feeling travel sick. Here- ” she put the food down and some water. “I will see you later.”
E’Liana left and made her way to Sickbay wondering at who she would meet there. She hadn’t had time to read the crew manifest. As she walked there she noticed the heat increasing and wondered what the hell was going on now.
The doors to Sickbay opened and she walked in. A young man smiled at her. “You must be Doctor BeTor” he said, his eyes glancing ever-so-fleetingly at her cranial ridges. “I’m Dr Mike Hall”. E’Liana nodded and smiled warmly. His handshake was firm and solid; she liked him.
“Let me introduce you to the others.” E’Liana nodded and they went to the furthest part of sickbay first. This is Sharon Maxwell, our Head Nurse.” At the sound of her name, a black-haired woman turned around, test tube in hand.
“You must be the CMO. Welcome.” She smiled. E’Liana greeted her, finding it strange to be looking up into the eyes of a human woman. She was tall. E’Liana liked that and was relieved. These guys didn’t seem too bad.
The jovial mood lapsed suddenly when Dr Hall said. “And now you should meet Doctor Reilly”. Despite not being a telepath, E’Liana could sense that this was where her good luck ended. They walked into the office (her office, E’Liana thought defensively) and found a blonde woman sitting at the (her) desk.
“Hello. I’m Doctor BeTor, the new Chief Medical Officer” She held out her hand in what she hoped was an authoritative yet friendly way.
The look she received from this Reilly woman (as E’Liana knew she would always think of this woman as ‘Reilly’, and never any given name, whatever that was) was enough to make some women keel over on the spot.
Reilly looked up from whatever engaging paperwork was ahead of her and raised a solitary eyebrow in E’Liana general direction. “I see.”
Mike Hall smiled weakly at E’Liana, who swiftly moved her hand back to her side. She decided that it would be now or never. This was the moment when their relationship would be decided. So far, this Reilly woman had done nothing to acknowledge E’Liana’s presence or her superiority or even acknowledged her as a fellow sentient being.
E’Liana put on her most Klingon face, the one she used to make lecherous, drunk Klingon men stop talking to her and skulk away when she went to the pub. Doctor BeTor bent over, placing one hand on the desk on either side of the computer screen (her computer screen) and waited. She could see Dr Hall hover in the background. Finally, Reilly looked up.
“And I would appreciate it” E’Liana almost growled “if you would get out of my seat.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2009 13:17:51 GMT
Remar was continuing to monitor the superconductor bay and its' temperature spike. "Drop to impulse" Commodore Smith ordered from the command chair. Lt. Andruus acknowledged the command and the main screen changed from the rainbow of warp to the starfield of normal space. Once the ship dropped out of warp, Remar noticed that the temperature spike stopped climbing. It was still extremely high, well past normal, but not getting worse.
Remar waited for a moment to see if it was a momentary pause in the heat buildup, but the respite in temperature gain continued. "Commodore, I'm seeing a cessation of heat buildup in the bay since the ship has come out of warp."
Smith stood up and came over to the nav console to peer over his shoulder. "I don't suppose the temperature is going down is it?" he asked.
"No sir" the navigation officer replied, "it is behaving most illogically."
Smith continued to watch the nav readouts. "How do you mean?"
Remar turned his chair to look up at Smith. "Assuming there is a malfunction of the cooling system of the superconductor bay, there is no reason for the temperture to stop climbing if we are out of warp. The warp engines and the navigation array are almost completely separate systems, connected only by the computer. There is no logical reason why the temperature would stop rising when the ship drops out of warp."
The Commodore looked pensive for a moment. "You're right lieutenant. Do you have any suggestions?"
Remar thought for a moment. "An engineering team should be dispatched to the superconductor bay to see what is actually happening there."
Smith smiled slightly. "Good idea, although from my status board, I can see that a team has already been dispatched to take a look at the area."
Remar nodded and turned back to his station. There was nothing to do right now other than wait for their report.
About a minute later, the comm came to life. "This is Ensign Vail from repair team 1. We are at the secondary access to the superconductor bay. We're not going further until we finish getting on our thermal suits. We'll be crisped before we can blink in there. We're conducting tricorder sweeps to see what the environment is like." There was some muffled background conversation, then Vail's voice came on again. "That can't be right, check again!" There was another long pause. "Bridge, this is Vail. Tricorders are reporting normal temperatures past the secondary access and within the superconductor bay."
Remar glanced at his board again, and broke into the conversation. "This is Lt. Remar. My instruments indicate an internal temperature of 700 degrees farenheit in there."
"Well, that's not what I'm getting, Bridge." Vail said tersely. "Standby, the team is going to finish getting into their thermal suits and open the secondary access door."
There was another wait, then Lt. Vail was on comm again. "Bridge, we're in. My suit is registering normal temperature in the secondary access tunnel. Proceeding to the main access for the superconductor bay."
Remar sat through another pause in communication, then Vail was on again. "Bridge, running tricorder scans on the bay. Still reading normal temperatures. Opening the primary access door."
"Bridge, we're into the superconductor bay. My suit is reading normal tempertures, no sign of thermal damage to anything in here" Vail said. Remar looked at his instruments. They were still showing the bay at 700 degrees farenheit.
There was a sigh of frustration from the command chair. "Run a level one system diagnostic on the navigational array systems, and internal sensors. We've been on a wild goose chase" Smith ordered.
Lt. Remar started running the diagnostic, but it came back clean on navigation systems and internal sensors. "Diagnostic complete. Everything functioning normally" he reported. Remar stopped and thought for a moment, then said. "I will run a comparison between my present software and information in the ships protected archives to see if we have any discrepancies."
Remar waited as the program ran. An anomaly came up, which he examined. "Sir, there is a maintenance subroutine running on the internal sensors thermal array. It is causing a feedback loop, making it appear that the superconductor bay is superheating."
Smith stood up and examined the readings for himself. "Why is the subroutine running?" he asked.
"It would appear that the code was entered into the Olympia's system while we were in space dock. It was probably put in to our main system, and then the computers automatically downloaded it to secondary and tertiary hulls, which would explain why it affected both ships right now" the Vulcan explained.
The Commodore returned to his command chair and sat down. "Delete the subroutine from our system and get the ship back to warp."
"I can do that sir, but there is no guarantee that is all the code that was placed into our computers" Remar said. "I don't know that we can trust any instrument reading now. The readings that we are looking at could be wrong, or any malfunction detected could be fake, or real. There is no way to know as we rely on the internal sensors to detect problems."
Commodore Smith stared at Remar as the enormity of the problem hit him. "I don't suppose that you have a solution to the problem, do you?" he asked.
All Remar could do was stare back in silence.
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Post by David Tan on Aug 23, 2009 23:01:57 GMT
David materialized on the small transporter pad ..
"Thank you Chief." he said as he headed for the corridor. In less than a minute he was walking onto the Secondary sections' Bridge ..
"..... placed into our computers .. I don't know that we can trust any instrument reading now. The readings that we are looking at could be wrong, or any malfunction detected could be fake, or real. There is no way to know as we rely on the internal sensors to detect problems." the Vulcan was explaining.
"Commodore ... Lieutenant." Tan acknowleged as he approached the two Officers.
"Remar was just going through our little problem for me." Steven said, clearly unamused at their predicament.
"So I hear." Tan said, nothing to add. As Commodore Smith stared at Remar the enormity of the problem hit him.
"I don't suppose that you have a solution to the problem, do you ?" he asked.
All Remar could do was stare back in silence.
"We all know the distances involved here." Tan said suddenly. Frustration rather than sense motivating the comment, "I think we should go to warp. If, and yes it's a very possible 'IF' we have more issues, then we shut down and wait for help."
Both Smith and Remar looked at him in silence.
"Assuming we actually 'have' time to shut the engines down." he finished, dropping into the second seat.
It was obvious that whoever had taken the Primary section of the Olympia knew exactly how to go about it, and how to cripple the other sections to avoid pursuit.
"Do we still have a track on the core emissions ?" Tan asked.
"Barely Commander." Remar answered, resisting the un-natural urge to shrug, "And what we have will be undetectable in a matter of hours."
"Sooo ..... It's go with your reading. Hope and pray they are correct, and get the hell after the Primary section. Or ..... We camp here, get de-buggers out from SB 47, then cross our fingers we get some information on where she went 'before' whoever has her has chance to carry out what they took her for !"
The Bridge was totally silent ... Everyone waiting on their Commanding Officer ..........
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2009 14:45:06 GMT
Steve was in silence for a few moments. It was a tough call to make. They could really easily just wait for crews from the Starbase to help get the two sections clear of any bugs, but every minute they waited, the primary section was getting further and further away from them.
Looking to David, he shrugged. "We can't just sit and wait here. If there is a chance we can catch up, then we have to take it. But we both need to make sure that our readings are closely monitored at all times."
Steve looked towards the viewscreen, hoping that he was making the right decision. Only two things could come of this...either they would retrieve the primary section, or they would be blown to smithereens in the process.
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Post by Crystal Rose on Aug 24, 2009 17:00:00 GMT
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Crystal had made it into the Jefferies Tubes, she was sitting at a junction point contemplating her next move. Without doubt the hijackers would be coming for her but she was gambling that she knew the ship better than they did. She hoped she was right, it was only her life that she was gambling with after all...
The warp engines were still off and it was now only a matter of time before someone arrived. The hijacking of a third of a federation starship from a federation starbase could not have passed unnoticed so without doubt someone was now on the way. Her next move was to disable the shields wouldn't want the hijackers to prevent a boarding party getting on board. The thing was, the more she poked the computer the more chance there was or the hijackers tracking her down and she really didn't want to consider what would happen if that occurred.
This junction point was merely a place to rest, she was doing her best to keep an eye out for anyone heading her was but again active sensors would make it easy for them to track her so it was short-range passive only.
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There was a lot of tension on the bridge, everyone knew how important time was and what the situation was. Possibly no one was feeling the tension as keenly as Jedda but she was doing her best to remain ignored.
"We can't just sit and wait here. If there is a chance we can catch up, then we have to take it. But we both need to make sure that our readings are closely monitored at all times."
"Aye, sir" Jedda replied as she and Ensign Hayes set to work setting up the necessary monitoring.
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Post by David Tan on Aug 30, 2009 0:24:31 GMT
Looking to David, Steven shrugged.
"We can't just sit and wait here. If there is a chance we can catch up, then we have to take it. But we both need to make sure that our readings are closely monitored at all times."
"Agreed." Tan said, getting up.
"Sir .. The Navigation Officer said, "Sub-space communication from Star base forty seven."
"On screen." Steven said.
The screen changed. It now showed a Commander, sat in a quite ornate office. he was looking down, obviously reading something that had been handed to him before he realized the comm had been made.
=^= Commodore Smith .... We've received information on the, theft, of your Primary hull =^=
=^= Go on Commander =^=
=^= I'm sending the information now .. But the outline reads .. A faction based in a nearby planetary system has been looking for someone to 'acquire' a ship .. The bigger the better apparently .. There are rumors the Peltran delegate elect to the Federation has been targeted for assassination along with her immediate heirs .. As yet that is all we have apart from the origin of the original inquiry .. A binary system approximately three point seven light years from your position .. Planet name is Bezel Four =^=
=^= Then we're going to Bezel four =^= Steven said.
=^= I'd suggest one of you certainly head the the Bezel system .. But we've managed to pick up your wayward section .. It's entered the Peltram System but as yet has failed to exit =^=
The man waited for the information to sink in. Both sections of the Olympia were suffering from sabotage, and could possibly explode instantly the warp engines were brought on-line. But it was obvious they needed to take the risk.
=^= You have informed the Peltram delegate of course ? =^= Tan asked, and was a little surprised at the mans hesitation.
=^= Erm .. No .. Not at this point .. There are .. Complications ...... =^=
=^= So .. The people who hired the people who stole the Primary section are from Bezel four .. They are going to kill someone in the Pelgram system .. And we're stuck here in no-mans land =^= Tan said, looking from the screen to his Commanding Officer, then back again.
The man shrugged ...
=^= There's no way to verify this information Commodore but we think it's worth a look .. Our Representative on Pelgram is making 'tentative' inquiries but you must understa ..... =^=
=^= Oh we get it Commander .. No upsetting the apple-cart =^=
=^= You should have the information now .. Good luck Commodore =^= the Comm closed, leaving a thousand unanswered questions.
"This possible assassination is due to take place on the Pelgram home world." David said, thinking aloud, "My take on this would be for you to go to Pelgram, while I head for Bezel four, see what I can get there ?"
David waited for his CO to mull over the information.
"Take the Tertiary Section. Head for Bezel. I'll go to Pelgram." Steven said.
David nodded, then heading for the turbo-lift, entered and requested the transporter deck. Minutes later he was back on his section of the Olympia ...
"Helm. set course for the Bezel system. Fourth planet .. Mister Zal'nar, we will be going to warp, so please keep a close eye on all readings." Tan said as he entered the small Bridge.
David didn't wait for confirmation of his orders, he sat down, looked at the Secondary section still hanging before them, then gave the order ..
"Warp three .. Engage !" ..........
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Post by elianabetor on Sept 1, 2009 9:06:04 GMT
Sitting at her desk, E’Liana mulled over the problems they were having on the Olympia. She seemed to have entirely forgotten about the dilemma of the ship being split into its various parts and chasing them all over the place; she was more worried about her staffing situation.
~I don’t know what to make of her~ E’Liana thought, eyeing Reilly through the partition, scowling at the woman slightly in spite of herself.
It had been pretty ugly, getting Reilly out of the chair. ~My chair~ E’Liana corrected herself. Although, the more she thought about it, the more E’Liana realised that all she could really remember was Dr Hall bobbing around in her peripheral vision like an annoying fly and the fact that Reilly just didn’t seem to…blink…
The Doctor shook her head slightly as she found the memory disconcerting. She stared outside the office for a few minutes, not really taking anything in. She began to absently watch the staff move about as though trying not to invade each other’s personal space, which E’Liana assumed had about doubled in size since she entered Sickbay and ruffled Reilly’s feathers.
She felt slightly guilty (although she wasn’t quite sure why) as she saw her Head Nurse huddled in a corner, quietly doing some work. The woman was 6ft tall, so managing to make herself look so small and inconspicuous made E’Liana’s heart twinge slightly.
She sighed heavily. This was not how she had wanted her first assignment back with Starfleet to go. It had not been this difficult on Qo’Nos.
Thinking back to her civilian time on Qo’Nos, E’Liana wondered how her mother was doing. Having taken a sabbatical to care for her mother on Qo’Nos (as she could not be moved back to her Earth homeworld), they had needed some more money coming in, so E’Liana had worked in what she supposed would be referred to as a field hospital, healing young Klingon’s going through various aspects of their Warrior Training.
On her first day there, she had been mildly surprised at the extent of their injuries – she couldn’t remember getting quite so injured herself – and at the lack of general…Klingon-ness in their behaviour towards her. Then again, she mused, perhaps it was the sight of her with the scalpel and determined glint in her eye that stopped them. They were never too sure exactly what it was she was determined to do…
Even her fellow Doctors – most of them Klingon – had not given her as much trouble as she could envisage Reilly giving her.
And as she though that, Reilly turned around at looked E’Liana straight in the eye.
They stared at each other…
If they were wild animals, one would have charged by now…
For a fleeting second, E’Liana panicked that Reilly was part Betazoid or something – she would really have to check her personnel file – the look Reilly gave made E’Liana think she was staring into her soul.
And the Klingon in her didn’t like that at all…
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Post by David Tan on Sept 1, 2009 22:23:45 GMT
"Take the Tertiary Section. Head for Bezel. I'll go to Pelgram." Steven said. David nodded, then heading for the turbo-lift, entered and requested the transporter deck. Minutes later he was back on his section of the Olympia ... The journey to the Bezel system took almost two days at warp three. It would have been suicide to attempt to go faster, the section reached the brink of self-destruction on numerous occasions, saved only by the quick thinking of Zal'nar, the Engineer. Commodore Smith was apparently having a similar 'tension-filled' trip, having to drop from warp on several occasions for jury-rigged repairs .... ~~~~~~~~~~"Sir we're being hailed." Vingar said from Navigation. "Who ?" "The Bezel High Council. They want to know why we're entering the system." "On screen." David said, then watched as the view changed to show a large open space, three men sat at a large desk. =^= My name is Commander David Tan of the USS Olympia .. I'm req ..... =^= but was cut off. =^= D'zor .. High Council member ...... What is your business in our system ? =^= "Friendly types." Lieutenant Bewick muttered from the Security station. Earning a glance from Tan. But the comment made Tan change his approach to the conversation with D'zor. =^= We are surveying the nearby systems and have lost conta ...... =^= =^= I would have thought it unusual in the least for a Star ship such as yours to be surveying with a substantial portion of the ship seemingly missing .. Is that normal procedure .. I don't think .. I'm sorry Commander .. Given the 'circumstances' of your arrival .. We think it best to deny entry to the Bezel System at this point in time .. Good day and safe journey Olympia =^= The Comm closed, the screen reverting to the star pattern ahead of them. "Sir two vessels have just lifted from the sixth planet, they are on an approach vector." Lieutenant Bewick said, causing Ensign Carron to begin activating the weapons systems, Standard procedure during Multi-Vector Assault Mode ... David sat up straighter in his seat at the news. It was obvious the Bezelan's didn't want the Olympia, or a section of her, getting close for some reason, but Tan wasn't being bullied into running with his tail between his legs .. "Open a channel to the Bezel High Council." A second later, Tan received a nod of confirmation the channel was now open. =^= Councilor D'zor .. There are two vessels approaching .. I trust they are here to escort us into orbit ...... =^= =^= No Commander .. They are not .. They are there to ens ...... =^= =^= May I remind you .. Councilor .. That the Bezel System is part of the Federation .. And under articles set out in the charter you signed you must extend a welcome to any Federation Star ship .. In fact a welcome to any ship aligned with the Federation .. If I am not granted permission to attain orbit around Bezel four .. I will have no recourse but to inform the Federation of your actions and impose a full embargo of the system until such times as the Federation can remedy the situation ..... =^= The three men were clearly annoyed at the threat, but David didn't care, he was past worrying about protocol now, and if this didn't work he was going into orbit regardless ! =^= You may enter standard orbit around Bezel four .. But under no circumstances must parties from your vessel transport to the surface without our permission =^= =^= Then I will take it that that permission has been granted by the esteemed council .. I will beam down once orbit has been established .. Olympia out ! =^= Tan ran his finger across his throat in the universal 'cut' gesture. "Standard orbit of Bezel four Mister Vingar." "Standard orbit ... Aye Sir." David watched the planet grow as they neared. Wondering what the hell he would find once he got down there .......... OOC: How's the Secondary Section doing ?
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Post by David Tan on Sept 4, 2009 11:54:58 GMT
David watched as the two approaching vessels made wide turns, slowing to assume a 'V' formation with the Olympia's tertiary section.
"Standard orbit Mister Coleman." Tan ordered.
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Mister Coleman, you have the Conn. Contact the Secondary section and update Commodore Smith. I'm beaming to the surface. Lieutenant Bewick, you're with me."
Sandra Bewick motioned for one of her Security staff to take over her station, then followed Tan into the turbo-lift. Once in the transporter room, it took only seconds to get down to the surface, and a decidedly unwelcome welcome ..
Bewick was already reaching for her phaser, but David placed a hand on hers to prevent her raising the weapon. It hadn't gone un-noticed, and six weapons, similar in design to the phaser-rifle were raised, aiming point blank at the new arrivals.
Two men stepped forward, relieving Tan and his colleague of their sidearms, then they moved to one side, allowing Tan to see their 'host' ..
"You have 'NO' idea what trouble you are getting yourself, and this planet into ... D'zor ?" Tan said, raising his eyebrows.
"We do not appreciate being threatened Commander." the Councilor said, waving his protectors away, "Please, this way. Your weapons will be returned when you leave the surface."
They were led into a large room, an ornate table and several chairs were all the room contained. D'zor took a seat at the table, motioning for Tan to follow suit. Bewick pointedly refused the offer, choosing to stand behind her Commander. She eyed the room with suspicion, noting that two of the others had now placed themselves to have clear shots at the Federation Officers should it be deemed necessary.
Knowing it was a futile gesture, Tan tapped him Comm badge, receiving only static.
"The room is shielded Commander." D'zor said.
"I want information on who has taken the Olympia, and I want it now." Tan said, leaning forward for emphasis, causing the two armed men to raise their weapons a few degrees.
D'zor didn't answer, he rose from his chair, his eyes never leaving Tan's. He spoke to one of the guards, then started to leave the room. At the door he turned ..
"If you need anything, refreshments etcetera, these men will get them for you."
With that the Councilor left, the door closing silently behind him. Tan had no choice but to wait ..........
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Post by Crystal Rose on Sept 4, 2009 13:25:15 GMT
Crystal was starting to feel a touch claustrophobic in her jefferies tube hide away but she was making progress, gradually locking the intruders out of more and more of the Olympia's computer system. She was starting with systems they likely wouldn't notice and working up to those that they most certainly would.
If they, whoever they were, caught her she would be in a lot of trouble. She therefore had to make sure they didn't catch her. She hoped that starfleet caught up with them soon.
OOC: Sorry for really short post, running low on inspiration at moment.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2009 15:26:17 GMT
Remar stepped off of the turbolift and onto the bridge. It had been a long two day journey from where the computer problems had been discovered to their entry into the Bezel system. There had been a number of incidents involving the computers, but the Engineering section had done a good job of taking care of them by conscripting everyone on the secondary section with even a hint of engineering ability and placing them in engineering teams that had been stationed on every deck. Whenever a problem was detected with the ship, a team was sent rushing to check it out. They had mostly been false alarms, but a few had been important repairs. Remar had taken several shifts on the engineering teams, as well as at his normal duty station and was starting to feel a little run down, although his personal control and relaxation trances had helped out.
As he stepped onto the bridge, he noticed that Commodore Smith was still in his chair. The Commodore had taken no Engineering shifts, but he had barely left the bridge in two days. Remar wondered how he managed it as he took his station.
"Report, Lt. Remar" the Commodore said.
Remar scanned his instruments quickly. "All systems appear normal sir. Entering the Bezel system."
The ship dropped out of warp, quickly followed by the tertiary section, which was still in it's assigned location. The Commodore opened a ship to ship channel. "Take the Tertiary Section. Head for Bezel. I'll go to Pelgram." Steven said.
The tertiary section headed off in the direction of the planet Bezel, while the secondary section moved into course for the planet Pelgram.
There was a tense silence on the bridge, as no one was sure what type of welcome that they were going to receive. The lieutenant at the tactical station broke the silence. "Sir, the tertiary section has been intercepted by two ships from the planet Bezel. No hostilities have been initiated, but they are being escorted into standard orbit. "Commander Tan is on his own for now, but he can handle himself. Is there any reaction from Pelgram regarding our approach?"
"No sir" the tactical officer replied.
"Hail the planet" Smith ordered.
"Aye sir."
The silence on the bridge resumed as the automatic hail was sent to Pelgram, however there was still no response. "Sir, I recommend that we go to Red Alert."
The Commodore sighed. "I had been hoping that this would be a bit more friendly, but protocols are protocols. Put the ship to Red Alert."
The lighting on the bridge changed to the deep red of it's new alert status and the bridge crew became even more tense. The planet grew larger in the forward viewscreen, but still seemed oblivious to the fact that the tertiary section was approaching. Without any reaction from the planet, the tertiary section of the Olympia entered high orbit.
"Begin scans" Smith ordered.
Lacking anything better to do, Remar activated his high power navigational scanners and started examining nearby space, as the main ship scanners looked at the planet surface. Remar quickly had some results. "Sir, I have found a series of small orbital satellites around Pelgram. They resemble navigational satellites for orbital ships or possibly some kind of surface navigation network. There are also a large number of communication satellites, and others I can only begin to guess at."
Smith glanced over. "Thank you lieutenant. Keep an eye on them. They could be a defence system for the planet that could be..."
"Sir!" the tactical officer interupted. "There is an energy buildup from a number of sites on the planet surface. Analysis indicates they are ionic cannons, capable of engaging a ship in orbit."
"Excellent" Smith snarled. "This ship won't be able to withstand ground based weapons fire for long. Prepare to leave orbit." Remar had already been working on a course to get them away from the planet and quickly laid it in. As he was doing so, the comm beeped.
"Communication request from the planet" tactical reported.
"On screen"
The main view screen went fuzzy for a moment, then filled with a face of a native from Pelgram. The figure appeared humanoid, with wrinkly grey skin and piercing black eyes, seemingly with no eye lid. There were large ears on either side of the head, and they were pierced with an elaborate series of earings. "My name is First Minister Nalhak. Why have you entered our orbit without permission?"
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Post by David Tan on Sept 8, 2009 19:04:06 GMT
David was getting impatient. He'd been sat in the Councilors office for almost two hours and frankly, had done waiting. He stood up, so suddenly that it startled the man guarding him. He lifted the weapon, aiming it directly at Tans face ..
"Sit down !"
Tan looked past the weapon and at the mans eyes. He prided himself on being able to read people, and this man meant every word he said. David sat back down.
Seconds later the door opened. It was D'zor, with another man.
"Commander, sorry for the time I was away, but our friend here was less inclined to join us than I thought, and took a little, persuading." D'zor said, motioning toward the man stood near the window, his back to them, "This is Besak Gal ... I told you that we, the ruling council, have nothing against the Pelgram delegate, but Mister Gal here, now that's a different matter."
"My people have nothing to do with this D'zor and you know that all too well !" Gal almost shouted.
The gun came up again, but this time aimed at the newcomer. Sandra Bewick had casually positioned herself between the guard and Tan now. David got up, slowly, and stepped toward Gal.
"If this isn't your doing, I take it you know who is behind it." he said, making it a statement rather than a question.
"There's a faction, that is oppose to Pelgram's inclusion in the Federation, well, not so much the Federation, but this sector of space. They believe the Pelgrams are responsible for the genocide during our Eugenics wars, and feel they should be eradicated."
Tan looked at the Councilor, who suddenly couldn't return his gaze. As he tried to remember his history, he wondered if anything of these wars had been divulged to the Federation, he pretty much doubted it.
"Don't worry Commander, the 'experiments' went wrong, the test subjects never lived for more than two or three days before regressing to an infantile stage. They died soon after. But by the time they knew it was a failure, word had got out, and all-out war was declared."
"So why is all this still going on ?" Tan asked, confused.
"You don't get it do you." Gal said a sad smile appearing as he glanced at D'zor then back, "The Pelgrans used our people for the experiments ... Not their own !"
"I don't know, this is, this is something the Federation need to sort out." Tan said, shaking his head, "For now I need to know who has taken the Primary section of the Olympia, and how we can get it back before you, and the Federation find themselves in a no-win situation ... So tell me, how do we meet with these people ?"
Gal made his way toward the door ..
"I'll contact them ... It will take time so make yourself comfortable. I'm sure Councilor D'zor will look after you and your, colleague. I'll be back by noon tomorrow."
D'zor began to move to the same door ..
"Arrange accommodation for our, guests. There will be no need to guard them from here. Make sure they get anything they need."
With that he was gone. Their former guard spoke into a Comm badge and then lowered the rifle.
"This way please." he said ... Tan and Bewick had no choice, yet again, but to follow the man ..........
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2009 15:27:29 GMT
Steven stood up and straightened his tunic. "Greetings from the Federation, First Minister. I am Commodore Steven Smith of the USS Olympia."
Nalhak bowed slightly. "Greetings from Pelgram, Commodore. While I appreciate the Federations interest in this planet, I'm still wondering why you have entered our orbit without authorization."
Commodore Smith took a few steps toward the main viewscreen. "I have tried repeatedly to contact your planet and request authorization to orbit, but received no reply. I might equally ask you why you are locking ground based weaponry onto a ship from the Federation, a coalition that you apparently wish to join."
Nalhak's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't been expecting an attack from that direction, it seemed. "The configuration of your ship is unfamiliar to us. As you are aware, our relations with the planet Bezel are not good. Our defence commanders were concerned that we were about to be attacked."
Smith smiled slightly. "Well, it seems that you have an opportunity here to confirm that I am not a member of Bezel's military forces. As such..." Smith let the inference hang.
First Minister Nalhak waited for a few seconds, then looked away from his monitor and nodded. The tactical officer said "Surface weapon emplacements powering down."
Smith nodded. "Thank you First Minister. While I am always interested in improving relations between the Federation and other cultures, the reason that my ship is here is to find a Federation ship that was stolen from Starbase 47."
Nalhak's brow furrowed even more than it already was. "Someone managed to steal a Federation starship from a Starbase? And they brought it to this system?"
Lt. Remar left his face emotionless as the Commodore spoke to the First Minister. He knew that for diplomatic reasons, Smith was going to have to dance around the truth a fair bit here.
"Yes First Minister, for some reason, the thieves brought it here. I don't suppose that your sensors picked it up?" the commodore asked.
Nalhak shook his head. "No, I have not been alerted to a Federation ship or any other type entering our system. However, our sensors only cover an area of about 2 astronomical units around our planet. If a ship was lurking about one of the outer planets in our system, we probably wouldn't have picked it up."
"But you have mapped your outer system extensively?" Smith asked.
Nalhak straightened up slightly. "Yes. We don't have the resources of the Federation, but we have explored and mapped our system very thoroughly with automated probes and some manned missions."
The Commodore nodded. "Could we have access to your charts and permission to search the outer planets of your system? We need to find that stolen ship."
Nalhak's face clouded over. "You can search our outer planets all that you want, but security won't allow me to release our charts to you. If you wish to go through them on the planet, that could be arranged."
Remar could tell that Smith was keeping his voice friendly with an effort. "First Minister, your assistance in this matter would be greatly appreciated, and that appreciation would be noted in my report to Starfleet."
Nalhak's face clouded even further. "I am assisting in your search. I gave your ship permission to examine the system, and I also gave permission for someone to examine our system charts, but I will not allow them to be uploaded to your ship. We are not yet members of the Federation!"
Smith stepped back a little from the main viewer. It seemed clear that he had gone too far. "Very well First Minister. I'm sorry for asking. In return for your allowing one of my officers to view your charts, I will have all scans that we take of your system uploaded to your central network."
"Very well. Pelgram out." The face of the First Minister disappeared from the screen.
The Commodore turned to Remar. "Lieutenant, take a shuttle to the planet and start reviewing their charts. Look for likely areas to hide something the size of our Primary Hull. I will take the ship to Grid 105 and start a standard search. If you turn up some likely locations, send them to me and we will revise our search pattern."
The navigation officer looked up. "Yes sir. A shuttle sir?"
Smith nodded. "Yes, if there is trouble, it would be nice if you could get to us, and vice versa. Take a Type 2."
"That is our most heavily armed shuttle type sir" Remar said.
"I'm aware of that lieutenant. Get moving. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open while you are on the planet" the commodore growled.
"Yes sir." Remar got moving.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2009 14:18:49 GMT
"Pelgram Control, this is Federation Shuttlecraft Fraser, requesting permission to land" Lt. Remar said loudly.
"Fraser, this is Pelgram Control. Please follow the landing beacon to Pad 7" came the terse reply.
"Acknowleged" Remar said, and closed the channel. He reached down to his primary board and began a search for the signal, which he found quickly. He was already nearly at the landing site and initiated a standard approach. The shuttle vibrated as it touched down. He peered out the front screen. It appeared that he had a welcoming party to greet him. Remar took a few minutes to fully lock out all functions of the shuttle and pulled a type 2 phaser from the weapons locker and secured it at his waist. He hesitated, then also took type 1 and a wrist holster for it.
Once the weapon was concealed, Remar also picked up a tricorder, tool pack and a medical kit. He was getting a little heavily loaded, but there was no telling what was going to happen.
He stepped off of the shuttle and sealed the door behind him, then started walking towards a small group of natives that appeared to be waiting for him. He didn't recognize any of them. The leader appeared to be the one with the most elaborate earrings, the rest might have been security or technical personnel. Remar stopped in front of them, but addressed the one with the earrings. "Lt. Remar, chief navigation officer of the USS Olympia."
"Minister Efoc" the earringed one said. "I am the Pelgram delegate elect to the Federation. The First Minister thought that it would be appropriate for me to greet any representative of the United Federation of Planets that paid us a visit."
Remar thought briefly that it was fortunate he was a Vulcan. This individual, along with his heirs, was the one that the Commander from Starbase 47 had said had been targeted for assassination. A human probably would have reacted. Instead of reacting, Remar said "The Federation appreciates the assistance your planet is giving to help us resolve this matter."
Efoc nodded, then turned to someone behind him. "This is Fennock, he is in charge of the exploration program of our space administration. He will be assisting you in your search."
Remar wanted to have this conversation overwith. The sooner that he could get to work, the sooner that he would be off this planet. "Excellent. If Fennock could show me to the location where your charts are stored, I will begin. Thank you for being here to greet me, Minister." Remar turned to the Fennock, hoping that he would begin to lead the way to the storage area.
"Oh, I will be happy to go with you, Lt. Remar. I'm sure your search won't take too long. Let's go." Minister Efoc said cheerfully. Even with his Vulcan control, Remar couldn't stop his eyes from closing for a brief moment after the minister had turned away. This hadn't been in the plan.
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Post by elianabetor on Sept 19, 2009 11:26:26 GMT
E’Liana flitted about the Sickbay office wondering what she could do about the predicament. The others were obviously tense and she partly blamed herself. Mostly she blamed Reilly, but partly it was her. And that annoyed her.
She looked out and wondered if it was always this quiet. Tapping her foot slightly, E’Liana was startled when her comm badge suddenly came to life.
“Smith to BeTor.” She tapped it nervously, wondering if he could sense that she hadn’t been doing anything productive.
She cleared her throat. “BeTor here”
“Please report to the secondary section Bridge.” He sounded crisp and efficient. E’Liana fleetingly wondered if that meant that he also sounded annoyed, but decided that the only way to find out would be to go and see for herself.
“Understood, sir” She tapped her badge and looked about for someone to comment. The others were studiously avoiding eye contact with each other and so she took the hint and just left.
Closing the (her) office door as she went.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2009 17:23:31 GMT
Lt. Remar had been sitting in the claustrophobic office for almost an hour and a half examining electronic mapping from the in-system space missions that the Pelgrams had done over the last 100 years. Getting his tricorder to work with the rather quaint computers of the Pelgrams had been a technical challenge, but he was getting some results at last. He just wished that he had different company.
"Are you sure that I can't find something for you to eat or drink?" Minister Efoc said for the third time. He and his entourage had also joined him in the office. It might not have been so claustrophobic had there been fewer people inside. The Minister didn't seem to notice such things in his eagerness to be of assistance to a representative of the Federation.
The system analysis was going well now. Remar had isolated a number of areas where the primary section could have been hidden. The Pelgram system had a ring of asteroids between the fifth and sixth planets where a ship might be hidden. The fifth planet also had an unusually strong magnetic field which could conceivably hide a ship from sensors. Remar was presently examining the logs from a 54 year old probe that had gone to the Pelgram systems outer planets. The data for that one ended quite abruptly.
"What happened to your probe X-17? The data seems to be missing" Remar asked Fennock, the space administrator that Minister Efoc had provided.
Fennock checked the computer screen in front of him. "That one ceased sending back data 5.8 years into its' mission. We sent another probe in that general direction about 10 years later, but no trace was ever found of the craft or its' data."
Remar nodded and added that to his list of areas to check. There were six, including the asteroid belt. It would take a while to search that. He started to pack up his equipment. "I have completed my analysis of your information. I think that it will save my ship valuable time in searching your system. I thank you on behalf of my ship."
Minister Efoc beamed. "It was our pleasure to assist you, Lieutenant. My advisors and I will escort you back to your ship."
Remar was about to object, but stopped as he knew it would be useless. His best option was to get back to his shuttle quickly. With respect to that, the Vulcan shouldered his gear and left the office with Minister Efoc and his entourage following him like a comet tail.
The trip back to the shuttle went quickly Remar unlocked and opened the hatch. Knowing it was good protocol, Remar turned back to the Minister, who was slightly out of breath after the brisk walk. "Pelgram was happy that we could assist the Federation in the recovery of your ship. It is my hope that you will reflect our cooperation in your report" Efoc said formally.
"Of course, Minister" Remar replied. "I am certain that my Captain and the Federation will be very satisfied with the assistance that you have rendered us. However, I must get back to my ship with this information."
Minister Efoc nodded and took about a dozen steps back from the shuttle, shadowed closely by his entourage. Remar kept an eye on them until he was certain they were clear of the shuttle and turned to board.
There was an extremely loud sound from behind him, followed by a wave of heat and Remar was thrown viciously into the side of the hatch and then fell to the deck of the shuttle. A heavy weight landed on his legs, and Remar struggled to move it so he could get up. He finally moved it and turned over. There was an expanding pillar of fire from an explosion close to where the Ministers group had been standing. Remar could also see, closing from every direction, dozens of armed figures in camoflage military clothes. He could vaguely hear the pops of projectile type weapons and a number of them ricocheted near him.
Remar pulled out his phaser and glanced down. The weight that had landed on him was Minister Efoc. The Pelgram was obviously injured but still alive. His right leg had been shredded in the explosion, and he had a large metal shard in one of his shoulders. Remar glanced around, but there was absolutely no cover in the landing area. A Pelgram that Remar recognized as a member of Efoc entourage ran up. The being was uninjured and had pulled a weapon. The man turned and started firing at the approaching figures, who took cover but kept closing. The firing intensifed and projectiles started hitting the sides of the shuttle.
"You have to get Minister Efoc out of here" the Pelgram screamed, continuing to fire at the attackers. "He'll be captured or killed."
Remar was torn. It wasn't his place to get involved in whatever was going on here. but this was also a potential member of the Federation. Given the seconds that he had to decide, Remar grabbed Minister Efoc under the armpits and dragged him into the shuttle, closing the hatch behind him. The Pelgram leaped out of the way and continued to fire at the attackers, heroically covering Remars' retreat.
Lt. Remar left the minister on the deck, ran to the control station and initiated an emergency start up. He quickly scanned the status boards. He had a number of red lights but nothing that appeared serious. Remar fed power directly to the impulse engines, not bothering with the thrusters and the shuttle leaped off of the ground like a frightened bird, leaving the ground battle behind in a swirl of debris, fire and smoke.
The blue of the Pelgram atmosphere quickly turned to black as the shuttle accelerated. Remar put the shields up, checked for pursuit then opened a channel to the Olympia secondary section. "Olympia this is the Fraser. I have an emergency situation."
Commodore Smith's came back immediately. "Clarify your situation, lieutenant."
"The landing field was attacked by unknown forces as I was preparing to leave. My shuttle was under attack and Minister Efoc, the Federation delegate elect, is onboard. He is injured."
There was a brief silence, the Smiths' suddenly brittle voice came over again. "Status report."
Remar glanced over his instruments. "The shuttle has taken minor hull damage. The secondary warp plasma conduit is perforated and is leaking drive plasma, but not enough to be serious." Remar checked his instruments again to verify that he wasn't being pursued, the took a medical tricorder out of his kit and knelt beside Minister Efoc. "The minister is unconscious. He has sustained burns to his right leg and has a piece of metal in his left shoulder." Remar frowned at the tricorder. The reading weren't like anything that he had seen. "I have no knowledge of Pelgram anatomy. He is alive, but I can't tell how serious his injuries are."
"This is Dr. E'Liana Be'Tor, chief Medical officer" an unfamiliar female voice cut in. "How are you doing?"
"I am uninju..." Remar began, then glanced down at himself. The front of his uniform was covered with green blood, as was the floor of the shuttle. He also realized that it was painful to breathe. Remar turned the tricorder on himself. "I have a scalp laceration with some blood loss. I also have two fractured ribs." In the chaos, Remar hadn't realized he was injured. He also didn't even know where the secondary section of the Olympia was or if he was heading towards it. He did know that he had just begun a major diplomatic incident. He reopened the comm. "I am requesting instructions."
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Post by David Tan on Sept 27, 2009 21:21:14 GMT
The room was adequate, there wasn't much else Tan could say about it. Once their escort left he walked to the door and tried it. It opened, the man was at the far end of the corridor waiting for the turbo-lift. "You can leave whenever you like Commander Tan." the man said grinning as the lift arrived, "Hey, you need us, not the other way round ..." Tan watched him go then re-entered the room. Sandra handed him a drink. They settled in for the wait ... Hours later: A hand closed over his mouth causing his eyes to snap open ! ... For a few seconds he couldn't remember where he was. But as his eyes accustomed themselves to the near complete darkness, he could make out a figure stood over him, looking to one side, he could see two more, these close together. "I'm going to raise the illumination and remove my hand." the man hovering over him said, "Do not make any sound. It would be ... Unwise." The light rose slightly as the man moved away. David could now see Beswick, she was being held by another man, a phaser held loosely in his free hand. "It was in the drinks." the man said, seeing Tan's puzzled look and anticipating he was going to be asked how they had got in undetected, "We needed to make sure you wouldn't, wander off." he finished, throwing Tan's tunic toward him. Leaving the building at the rear, they climbed aboard a vehicle that was almost a horse and cart of the transport world. Starting the ancient combustion engine they moved off, the Star fleet Officers still ignorant of their destination. "Where are we going ..." Sandra finally asked after almost thirty minutes, ".... and what the hell is this thing we're in !" "You wanted to see someone with answers to your questions ... We are taking you to such a person. As for our 'unusual' mode of transport. These vehicles traverse the whole region freely, usually carrying freight to the outer settlements. No-one ever checks them." It seemed that that was all the conversation they were going to get for the time being. Tan hoped the journey wasn't going to go on for too long, because this was one hell of an uncomfortable way to get about in his opinion ..........
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Post by Crystal Rose on Sept 28, 2009 18:11:50 GMT
Jedda Rose Second Year Cadet, secondary section bridge
Jedda had found herself on the sensors, apparently the vast majority of the Olympia's science staff had gone to a multidisplinary conference on Valaris IV and had not had a chance to get back before the ship launched. She was desperate to find Crystal and as she was one opf only four science staff on the secondary section had found herself once again on the bridge manning sensors once again.
She was watching lieutenant Remar's shuttle as in approached for docking when suddenly she noticed a faint blip at the outer edge of the sensor range. It appeared to be a shuttle but the signal was somewhat erratic.
"Sir," Jedda said addressing her CO personally for the first time. "I've got a shuttle on the edge of sensor range, it seems to have taken some damage and it's course is erratic." she paused as more information filled her screen. "It's one of the Olympia's shuttles, sir and she's sending out a looped message. Putting it on comm now."
"This is Commander First Class Crystal Rose First Officer of the USS Olympia to any Federation starship. I need help." Jedda hadn't listened to the message before playing it to the bridge her surprise at hearing her cousin's voice was acute as was her joy. The joy fell as the message continued with the sound of Crystal being racked by a fit of coughing. Then the message continued. "I was abducted along with part of the Olympia on Stardate 2395.0822, I managed to escape the hijackers but am in need of medical help." There was more coughing and the message started over again.
With numb hands Jedda cut the transmission. She couldn't see any lifesigns on the shuttle at the moment but then again she could barely see the shuttle.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2009 20:21:57 GMT
Things had suddenly started to go worse for the Olympia. Now Steve had to contend with hostilities that could arise if he didn't get Remar back to the ship ASAP. Having skeleton crews on board both sections of the ship wasn't going to help matters at all.
"Crewman Jones, lock on to Lt Remar's shuttle and take up in to meet up with him. The sooner we can get him back on board, the better."
"Aye sir." came the reply of the relief Crewman at the helm.
Very shortly after the secondary section started to arc towards Remar's shuttle, Steve heard a voice behind him....one he vaguely recognised. He turned and saw that it was Jedda Rose, Crystal's cousin.
'What's she still doing aboard?' He thought to himself. 'This is not the time and place for a cadet to be.'
"I've got a shuttle on the edge of sensor range, it seems to have taken some damage and it's course is erratic. It's one of the Olympia's shuttles, sir and she's sending out a looped message. Putting it on comm now."
=/\= This is Commander First Class Crystal Rose First Officer of the USS Olympia to any Federation starship. I need help. I was abducted along with part of the Olympia on Stardate 2395.0822, I managed to escape the hijackers but am in need of medical help. =/\=
With the comms cut, Steve's mind began racing. It was imperative that they picked up both shuttles. Both were a priority as they had injured personnel aboard. Not just any personnel...they were part of the senior crew. Being so close to Remar, it made sense to get him first. He approached the front consoles on the bridge.
"Helm, maintain course for Lt. Remar, but I also want you track the source of that second transmission and make our way there as soon as we pick up the shuttle.
"Aye sir..." But before the crewman could carry on with his reply, there was a beeping to signify yet another incoming transmission.
"What now?" Steve said, inaudibly under his breath as he made his way back towards his chair.
"We are receiving a transmission from Section HQ, sir. Text only."
To say Steve was surprised was an understatement. 'Why a text file?' He thought, slightly confused.
"Route it to the Command Chair, I'll read it there."
By the time Steve sat back down, the message was ready to be played:
Commodore Smith,
It is my privilege and honour to inform you that you are hereby promoted in rank to Rear Admiral.
You shall hereby enjoy all the rights and privileges of said rank.
Congratulations to your sir,
Section Admiral Paul Drew.
The message was short and to the point. In fact, it made Steve re-read it several times before he finally accepted it. He could sort out the details of his promotion later, but for now there was two shuttles to bring back home.
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Post by elianabetor on Oct 2, 2009 7:38:52 GMT
E’Liana listened to the description of her new patients with concern:
“Alright Lieutenant, please do not move the Pelgram. We are unfamiliar with his physicology, and with the extent of those injuries you describe moving would definitely be bad. As for yourself, we will treat you when you get back. Return to the Olympia and keep the comm. line open. I need to know you’re still conscious. I will meet you at the shuttlebay with a stretcher.”
She nodded to Smith and took her leave, allowing him to carry on conversing with the injured Vulcan whilst she made her way to the shuttlebay. E’Liana got into the turbolift and tapped her commbadge.
“E’Liana to sickbay, we have a medical emergency. Two patients will be arriving shortly. We cannot transport one of them to sickbay as we do not fully understand his physiology. I require Hall to come to shuttlebay one with a stretcher and medical kit.” She paused for a second. “Reilly, I’d appreciate it if you could stay in Sickbay and treat Remar. I’ll beam him directly to you.”
There was a crisp “Understood, Doctor” in response.
As she closed the comm. line, E’Liana could hear them scurrying about in preparation.
E’Liana reached the shuttlebay in good time. She stood there pacing, having called the transporter room to prepare them to transport the injured Vulcan to sickbay once she called.
The forcefield rose and E’Liana stood back instinctively. She waited what she thought was patiently (but was actually pacing around like an idiot) for what seemed like an age for the shuttle to land. When it did, its door slowly opened, as did the doors to the shuttlebay which had locked themselves for landing.
Hall of her medical team came rushing in. Wordlessly E’Liana took the tricorder and medkit off of Hall and made her way to the shuttle.
Remar sat in his chair, in what E’Liana would have assumed was fear if he had been any other species, but she knew it was the most logical course of action, since the extent of his injuries was unknown.
She scanned him, believing him to be paler than usual and covered in rather a lot of his own blood. “Lieutenant” She greeted him. “I am going to have you beamed to sickbay. Dr. Reilly is waiting for you.” He nodded wordlessly. On her mark, the Vulcan shimmered and disappeared from her view.
<TAG Remar (If you want to Sickbay post)>
She turned around to see Hall hopelessly scanning the other patient. She tapped her comm. badge. “BeTor to Maxwell.”
The nurse’s voice came over the hubbub “Yes Doctor?”
“Please call up anything we have on the alien’s physiology. We’re going to need all the help we can get. Have a status field ready. We shall see you shortly.” She closed the link.
As she bent down to look at her patient, Smith’s voice interrupted. “To keep you informed, Doctor, we now have a situation with my First Officer who is also in need of medical assistance. We are on an intercept course. Smith out”
E’Liana’s eyes momentarily popped out of her head. When it rains, it pours… she thought, glad that the Commodore had kept his message short and sweet.
Hall looked up at her. “He doesn’t look good Doctor” he said, handing her his tricorder. E’Liana grimaced as she looked at the readings.
“I didn’t want to transport him. Some species cannot be transported but to be honest I don’t know if he will survive if we don’t get him there immediately.” She stared at Hall, hoping he’d give her some sort of answer but he just stared back, awaiting orders.
E’Liana shook her head. “We’re going to have to beam him. I can’t treat him here and we can’t exactly get a stretcher in the turbolift.” She sighed and called the transporter chief.
“I need you to beam me to Sickbay. Then the patient, then Hall. Understood?” She didn’t wait for a response. “The patient’s physiology is unknown to us, so you have to be incredibly delicate with him. Beam him directly. For Kahless’s sake don’t do a rush job or you will have me to answer to” She practically growled down the comm. line.
A rather pointed “Yes Ma’am” followed, and she found herself shimmering and Hall disappearing from view.
<TAG Anyone?>
(OOC: E'Liana didn't get Smith's rank wrong, she just doesn't know he's been promoted yet. And apologies for the late response.)
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Post by David Tan on Oct 4, 2009 8:55:55 GMT
He was wrong .. The journey took much longer than expected. Tan suspected the driver of taking the long way round, just to annoy the Star fleet Officers. Darkness was falling rapidly when the transport finally ground to a shuddering halt.
"Out."
David stepped down, followed closely by a wary Sandra Bewick.
"This way." the guard said, pointing toward a small building.
Entering, it took Tan a few moments to get accustomed to the dark, then he grinned.
"Besak Gal ... What a surprise."
"Well we could hardly meet 'officially' in the middle of the central government building." Gal said, moving toward a replicator. He lifted drinks off the pad, offering one to each of his guests, "Don't worry Lieutenant, I'm hardly going to bring you all the way here just to poison you, now am I."
Sandra eyed the drink with suspicion, then took a large drink. The cool fluid eased her sore throat, warming her from the inside.
"Where is my ship ?" David asked.
"Right to the point. I like that. OK, well as we informed you, we need the Olympia for a short time ....."
"A little over the top to kill a single man." Sandra interrupted, putting as much sarcasm as possible into the comment. Gal smiled patiently, he had all the answers so he could afford to let this drag on, "Well ?" she said finally.
"Well ... Precisely. We are fully intending to kill the Pelgram delegate to the Federation. Efoc is a murderer and a tyrant, he fully deserves to die. But that is far from our only goal. As I mentioned, the Pelgrams' used our people, men, women, even children in their experiments. Hundreds of thousands perished in their so called 'hospitals' and they are GOING TO PAY !" Gal said, his voice raising to almost a shout as he slammed his clenched fist onto the table.
It was dawning on Tan just what Gal and his faction needed with a Star ship !
"You are planning on firing on the Pelgram home world." he said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh much much more Commander." Gal said, calming himself with effort then sitting forward in his seat as if about to impart a secret, "We intend to decimate the planet. A much deserved fate for a species of murdering killers, and one I fully intend being on board to witness myself."
Tan casually touched his wrist, keeping eye contact with the insane man opposite him. Sandra watched the move, and sat in the chair nearest to her Commanding Officer before closing her eyes.
On Olympia:
"Sir ... Lieutenant ..." Ensign Carron said.
"Ensign ?"
"The sub-dermal transponder has just activated ....."
The Engineering Officer stepped from the Command area. He moved with purpose to look at the readings on the Operations panel. A small red light, almost insignificant on the large panel, was flashing silently. Zal'nar knew exactly what it meant, and exactly what his orders were.
"You have confirmed deliberate activation I assume ?"
"Yes Sir." Carron said, knowing what his answer meant.
"Very well ... Attain geo-stationary orbit above the signal location. Send a sub-space transmission of our situation to Commodore Smith." Zal'nar said as he took the Command seat, Smith would know they had failed, but also that the Primary section must not reach it's goal at any cost, she would be destroyed if necessary, "Bring photon torpedo launchers and phasers on-line."
"Weapons ready Sir." Carron confirmed, his voice shaking slightly.
"Lock on to the transponder location .........."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2009 15:42:27 GMT
The Vulcans' hands danced across the control panel of the damaged shuttle as he attempted to maintain his course. The main viewscreen was filled with the Olympia secondary hull and centred on the shuttle bay entry, but the hatch kept veering away from the centre of the screen, and Remar grimly kept pulling the Fraser back. The weapons fire that the shuttle had taken on the surface had hit several guidance thrusters, so he was having to compensate with thrusters that weren't in the correct locations. It wasn't helping that his chest was throbbing from the broken ribs.
The Fraser shuddered slightly, which indicated that it had been grabbed by the Olympia's tractor beams and was being pulled into the bay. Remar shut down his systems and sat back, grateful that he didn't have to guide the ship anymore. He was tempted to get up and check on the minister, but he had done everything he could for him and knew that he would only make his own injuries worse. Through the main screen, he could see the shuttle bay crew and a small squad of medical personel, led by a Klingon woman, waiting impatiently.
The Fraser set down gently on the deck. Remar opened the rear hatch and listened to the rush of feet coming in. The majority stopped by the wounded minister, but the Klingon woman came into his field of view. She had a Federation rank of Commander, so Remar assumed that this was E'Liana BeTor, the ships chief medical officer. Without a word, she ran a medical tricorder over him and examined the results.
“Lieutenant” BeTor greeted him. “I am going to have you beamed to sickbay. Dr. Reilly is waiting for you.”
Remar nodded. There was really nothing to say.
The doctor muttered into her comlink and turned towards the aft of the ship and Minister Efoc. Remar closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was lying on a biobed in sickbay. An unusually severe looking blond woman was standing by the bed, staring down at him unblinkingly, a tall female nurse stood nervously at her side. "My name is Dr. Reilly. What seems to be the problem, Lieutenant?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2009 14:50:55 GMT
"I have just returned from an away mission. There was an explosion near me and I was thrown into my shuttle. According to the medical scan I ran on myself, I have a scalp laceration and two broken ribs" Remar reported factually. Around him, he could hear the soft murmur of medical personel as they prepared to received Minister Efoc.
Reilly raised an eyebrow. "Very succinct, lieutenant. Did you run a scan for internal bleeding as well?" she said, pulling out her own scanner and running it over him.
Remar stared Reilly in the eyes. "I'm the Chief Navigator, not a medical doctor or technician. A full scan which will show the full nature of my injuries and then having them repaired is why I'm here."
"Repaired? That's a typical way for a Vulcan to define what happens in Sickbay. If you had been more careful on the surface you probably wouldn't be here now" Reilly said loudly.
Remar struggled to keep his emotions in check. This doctor had no idea that difficult choices that he had been forced to make on Pelgram, or the trouble it was sure to cause him and the ship. "Risk is inherent in most things that Starfleet does, and one generally cannot define the nature of that risk. No matter how careful a being is, probability of injury or death exists on any away mission. That is the reason why Starfleet ships have medical departments and doctors. To mitigate the circumstances when probability becomes fact."
"We're here to fix you when you wander into a situation that you don't understand?" Reilly said sarcastically. "Perhaps you think that we are robots here for you only. Doctors don't really enjoy having to practice our craft for no reason. You should have been more careful!" Remar noted vaguely that the soft conversations that had been going on in the background had stopped, and the feeling of tension in the room had heightened significantly.
"Caution will only carry one so far doctor" Remar said calmly. "Serving in Starfleet comes with inherent risks that all personel understand. If you are truly unhappy with treating people who have been injured in the performance of their duties, you should consider choosing another career."
The dead silence that had filled Sickbay was punctuated by a number of sharp intakes of breath, while Reilly's face had gone dead white and her lips compressed into a thin line. She turned to the tall nurse who was standing beside her and said "This patient is suffering from a scalp laceration, limited blood loss, two fractured ribs and some surface skin contusions. Use the dermal regenerator to REPAIR the laceration and contusions and the bone knitter to REPAIR the ribs. One hour of bedrest with full body scan to find anything else and verify our REPAIRS then send him on his way." Reilly turned and stomped out of the main area.
The tall nurse smiled gently as she leaned over him and said "My name is Sharon Maxwell, and I'm the head nurse." She had retrieved a few instruments from the side of the bed. "This will feel a little uncomfortable, but only for a few minutes." Nurse Maxwell looked around, sharing her smile with the others in the room. "Well said, by the way" she whispered. There were some quiet snickers here and there as the head nurse started to tend his injuries.
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