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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Oct 29, 2012 1:19:33 GMT
The shuttle door opened and Jackson stepped out, once again she took her first steps onto the Rainier this time though was different there were no nerves or second thoughts about taking command. Since her first tour as Captain she had seen and done more than she ever imagined she would, tenure as Section Admiral had a way of doing that.
She turned her head slightly and said to the shuttles pilot. “Please have the luggage sent to the Captains quarters, and have the chair sent to the ready room.” She offered a nod and added. “And thank you Lieutenant Commander, your piloting was superb as usual; once my things are offloaded you may return to Starfleet Command.”
*** Bridge *** The turbolift door opened with a hiss and Stacey stepped out onto the bridge, she glanced around and couldn’t help but draw comparisons between this ships bridge and that of her last the Hera, true this Sovereign class greatly out powered the Intrepid in several ways but elegance wasn’t one of them.
She took a deep breath as she said. “Greetings to you all, as you no doubt already know Captain Jamison has been reassigned I am sure he will do well in his new job, Starfleet has asked that I return and take Command.” She stepped down toward the captain’s chair.
“I would have liked for you all to be given some down time so you could re-adjust yourself to the change but duty calls.” She looked around at all the familiar faces. “In the last two months seven ships have vanished from the Craltor sector without a trace our first suspicion was the Romulans given that sector is close to their territory however intelligence suggests they too have lost ships, as have the Klingons and the Ferengi.”
“Given all of the usual suspects are taking loses we are at a loss, we are being sent to investigate and if required neutralize the threat, before the Romulans or Klingons decide to send their fleets no doubt creating tension and border skirmishes.”
She looked to her right and her gaze settled on Captain Cornette. “Captain, I noticed in the logs Jamison re-arranged the sensor allocations giving preference to tactical please change it back to how I originally allocated them giving preference to science departments have that done within two hours then come and see me.”
Looking down and the helm she gave a slight nod. “Commander Aarons please set course for the Craltor warp eight and devise a search pattern that will allow us to search the maximum amount of area in the shortest amount of time.”
She took a step back and sat down in the Captains chair, she frowned slightly before standing up again. “Captain Cornette, please have whoever made adjustments to this chair for Jamison undo them, I remember it being shorter and not as punishing on the spine, thank you.”
Walking off of the bridge she entered the ready room just in time to see the chair she had brought with her on the shuttle being beamed behind the desk. She nodded with slight satisfaction at the sight, no matter what assignment she had been given over the last few years that chair always followed her.
Tapping her comm badge she said. “Doctor Holsen and Counsellor van Brueghal please report to the Captains ready room.”
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OOC: I have left mission four open if anybody would like to tie up any loose ends in that mission please feel free to do so.
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Paikea Apirana
Commander 1C
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Nov 4, 2012 21:04:01 GMT
As a Starfleet officer it was normal to see colleagues and friends come and go on a starship. Losing a commanding officer however was very different, especially one that was in the prime of their career. Paikea openly believed that the reason for Will Jamison’s transfer was to deal with the consequences of the Rainier’s last mission. The Rainier had discovered a stash of illegal weapons created by the Nahrid, a completely aquatic species. It wasn’t until further study by Paikea and his science department on the Rainier, that it was discovered that the weapons had not been created by the Nahrid at all. Whoever had created these weapons were highly advanced and could have major repercussions throughout the quadrant.
“Commander, Admiral Jericho would like to speak with you,” the ops officer reported,” the transmission indicates that the message is important.”
“Strange, I’m assuming he would know that Admiral Jackson has yet to arrive,” Paikea said as he motioned to send the transmission to the meeting room adjacent to the bridge. Thoughts were swirling through his mind as Pai entered the meeting room. Why would an admiral want to speak with him?
“Commander Apirana, I’ve heard so much about you,” Admiral Jericho, an older human male, said pleasantly, “sorry about the confusion. My mentor and friend, T’Mar, has spoken highly of you.”
“I hope the Commodore is doing well,” Pai said pleasantly surprised since he hadn’t heard from his first commanding officer in years, “what can I do for you Admiral?”
“The Federation Science Council has decided to take the lead on your Nahrid project,” Jericho stated flatly.
The moment Jericho said those words, the anger rose and showed on Paikea’s face.
“Why the hell would the Science Council do that? There is no one on Earth that knows this research better than I, I have spent weeks studying, decoding, synthesizing all this information. The Rainier did all the work, we should be allowed to see it through!” Paikea said angrily and very loudly.
“Watch your tongue Commander, I understand your position, but we have the resources and you’ll be busy with your next mission,” Jericho said his face not changing one bit,” you’ll be allowed to continue working on this project, but the lead will be taken here on Earth. It is out of courtesy that I am telling you, Jericho out.”
Paikea was fuming mad, but like Jericho had mentioned, there was nothing he could do about it.
“Commander sorry to interrupt, but the Admiral has arrived you are expected on the bridge,” the ops officer said clearly not wanting Pai to scream at him.
“Yes thank you,” Paikea said making sure not to take out his anger on a crewmate. Paikea quickly made his way to his station as the lift opened up to reveal the Rainier’s newest commanding officer. He listened to Admiral Jackson make her speech and he quickly realized that she was used to getting her way. Paikea wondered if the crew would get along with the admiral. Once the admiral left the bridge, the tension on the bridge dropped dramatically.
“I kind of liked the new chair,” Paikea said which caused a few junior officers to laugh.
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Nov 10, 2012 22:26:54 GMT
Lorna knew that Captain Jamison had been reassigned and that Admiral Jackson had been assigned to replace him. She didn't understand Starfleet's logic in this situation but that wasn't her job and a change of CO did not stop people injuring themselves and it did not outbreaks of Sullistan Pox making a clutch of ten to fourteen year olds come out in itchy blotches. It was an unusual illness but it was perfectly curable, each of the children needed a tailor made programmed cure but the last doses were being administered even as Lorna dealt with a three year old with multiple fractures as a result of attempting to fly from on top of a wardrobe. K'Lana was dealing with the distraught mother and Lorna did not envy her that task. Those wounds would last long after her daughter's had healed. Lorna made a mental note to talk to Dr van Brueghal about her. Marianne was nearly patched up and Lorna signaled for K'Lana to bring Helene over. She reached into her pocket and produced a packet of dried strawberries that had been grown rather than replicated.
"You're all done now, Marianne so you can get up."
She sat up slowly and smiled at her mother and Lorna. "And I've got these for you because you were such a brave girl." Lorna held out the packet to Marianne who looked at her mother. Lorna mouthed 'strawberries' and Helene nodded. Marianne took the packet with an even bigger smile.
Lorna watched them leave and took a moment to catch her breath then her comm badge chirped.
=/\= Doctor Holsen and Counsellor van Brueghal please report to the Captains ready room. =/\=
=/\= Doctor Holsen here, on my way. =/\=
Lorna walked out of sickbay and headed for the ready room. She pressed the door chime wondering what the Admiral wanted and whether she had beaten the counselor there.
Tag: Nathan / Stacey
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Paikea Apirana
Commander 1C
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Nov 22, 2012 22:22:11 GMT
Pai knew the Rainier was capable of being a faster than light science lab and with Admiral Jackson's order now in place, Pai couldn't contain his excitement. Everything that he had ever asked for was already in place, specifically the power requirements for the larger experiments his department was running.
"Commander at this rate we might be done within the year," a civilian doctor said as he began another test," please tell the admiral that we are extremely grateful for this."
"I doubt the Admiral did this for our benefit Silas, but we'll take what we can," Pai said as he inputed a few numbers as well," make sure to keep me updated. From our earlier calculations the upcoming test will require us to stop the ship and all of the critical systems."
"I know Pai, I will choose to have faith in Jackson. She must understand the importance of scientific research, if my research is confirmed we'll be able to understand dark matter and its complete interaction to subspace."
"I know Silas, the last time I allowed you to talk to me about your research we spent seven hours talking about it," Pai said with a knowing smile. Scientist were a strange bunch and most of the time they didn't realize they were being rude.
"You are right," Silas said," plus I do not want your significant other to be bad at me again."
Paikea couldn't help but laugh at Silas' comment. Katie had been furious with Silas for making Pai miss a date with her. In actuality, Katie had been furious with Pai for not remembering, she had been mildly angered with Silas. As Paikea made his rounds, he was met with enthusiasm from his entire staff. It was uncommon for an Admiral to favor science and operations rather than tactical. Pai allowed his department to express their joy, but he knew that the Rainier could easily be considered a large Federation battleship.
With his rounds completed, Paikea made his way back to the bridge. Even though he normally didn't care about impressing people, he realized that Stacey Jackson was a highly decorated admiral. He wanted to make sure that every want was thought of and taken cared of. As he approached his station he quietly began to work. From the information that Admiral Jackson had provided, they would need to be using some pretty sophisticated sensors and equipment.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Dec 22, 2012 13:58:27 GMT
Looking up as the door opened she waved the Doctor in, she pointed to the chair in front of her desk She looked back at her computer console as the man displayed on there grew more red in the face. "Now listen to me closely Admiral you are playing with fire and any mistake by you or your crew could result in a major interstellar incident the Federation can ill afford, if the council had listned to me this would be under the purview of the Romulan fleet they are bound too."
Her black eyes flared as she stared at him. "Councilor I am well aware of your objections but the President, the rest of the federation council and Starfleet command disagree." She leaned back and seemed to relax a little. "Now if you have any further need to contact me do so through my liaison at Starfleet command Jackson out." She pressed the console and the comm ended abruptly before he could make another statement.
Stacey looked up and shook her head slightly. "The Betazoid representative to the Federation council." She sighed, "Since I was promoted to Admiral he feels my every breath should be cleared with his office first lest I cast a poor reflection on Betazoids everywhere." She sighed.
She picked up a Padd and focused on what she needed to convey to the Doctor. "The Counsellor is in session so I will catch him up later, we are going on a search and possible rescue mission." She handed Holsen the padd. "Several ships have dissapeared in that sector, as you can see they include Federation, Romulan and Klingon vessels."
She took a deep breath. "If we find survivors that need to be treated here it will be very important that you do your best to keep the Romulans and Klingons as far away from each other as possible."
"I would suggest converting cargo bays two and four into triage and treatment centers have one designated for Romulans and the other Klingons, Security will be at your disposal to help, if indeed we find these ships we may have a great deal of wounded so you are authorized to enlist help from any non critical members of other departments who have medical knowledge if needed."
She looked up and added. "I have ordered two medical ships to hold position just outside of the system, so we don't need to worry about longer term accommodation."
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Michael Aarons
Commander 1C
Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 23, 2013 4:09:08 GMT
He was a little apprehensive to walk into Sickbay. After all that had happened, it was understandable for him to avoid it like the plague. Still, Michael had to do one very uncomfortable, dangerous, critically precarious, irrational, brainless, nonsensical, unenviable, unconventional, idiotic, horribly, ill-conceived… He looked around slowly but unsure. Doctor Holsen was first to notice the commander as he ventured in with curious intent. Michael strolled up to Lorna, “I was looking for Cris,” he said as she greeted him. His mannerisms suggested that he was interested in anything but. “What for?” she questioned. His eyes were unable to maintain focus as if he seemed distanced from interacting with anybody. “Well I thought I should apologize to her for all the trouble from before while I was here if you could just tell her that for me it’d be great thanks…” His paced seemed to quicken but got him very little. “Oh no. You go and do that yourself.” Lorna was stern in her response. Michael was none too eager to comply right away. “Do I have to?” Lorna became rather candid with him. “You know, I’m not only married to her, I spar with her,” she grasped his arm. “Do you really think that you want to worry about that?” Aarons sagged his shoulders in minor defeat. She pointed him in Cris’ direction and waited for him to make the effort. Cris was tending to some minor chores as she felt Aarons approach her. She turned to face his attention as he pushed himself to begin. “I made a bit of a stir and was quite the handful –particularly for you- the last time I was here. I caused a number of problems, tried escaping dozens of times despite you telling me not to. And in spite of all my attempts to escape you kept thwarting me; and I really gave it my all -the catapult was a little…that bit with the custard was a touch silly though. All in all I gave you nothing but trouble, even while you cared for me and… I’m sorry.” He managed to meet her quiet gaze as she stood there watching him talk. He waited anxiously for her to respond with the growing notion of what her reaction might be. Cris paused before speaking. Her tone was mild with a touch of understanding. “I accept, thank you. It was probably the most unusual experience I’ve had in the field of medicine. But I’m trained to deal with even the most difficult of patients.” “I’m glad you accepted, I always thought you’d be furious and rather bitter about the whole thing,” he managed to grow a slight smile in response. Though she returned it, Cris stepped closer to him and began, “If you ever let yourself get so over-worked that you become fatigued and so overwhelmed that you can barely remain ambulatory like that again, I’ll make you my new sparring partner; then you can spend more time in Sickbay with us,” she warned him coldly. “Is that clear?” His lips quivered. “…Yes.” He turned to exit with a pale color to his face as Cris returned to her duties, gleefully. En route to Craltor, Aarons studied the available data on the screen. Four Klingon ships, three of them cruisers, a Ferengi vessel, and two Romulan Warbirds had disappeared within 6AU leaving no trace. Based on the points of contact before the ships were lost –although it was not known where the Ferengi vessel had vanished- a crude model of the area of incident could be mapped. The pattern fit no properties of natural occurrences in fact there was almost a geometric logic to it. The nearby stellar cloud was too far off to be a likely source of the disturbance; assuming it was man-made. The signs pointed to a level of intelligence that would warrant caution therefore it would be wise to give some berth to this zone. The Rainier was quickly approaching Craltor as it spotted a Warbird waiting as if mired in this incident as well. She slowed to impulse as they went to Yellow Alert. The Science stations began reporting as the Warbird gave casual acknowledgement of their arrival. Just as anyone had a chance to respond to the other, there arrived a Negh’Var-class attack cruiser. There was a surge of unease on the bridge with this new arrival as expressed by a few choice words. Suddenly the Rainier was ignored as the two ships postured against each other. The comm-chatter between them was immense though neither side made a particularly hostile move toward the other; it was almost as if…bickering. Attempts were made to make an appeal to establish contact. The Romulans agreed and were shortly followed by the Klingons. Both appeared on screen in conference prepared to listen to the Starfleet ship’s opinion. <tag Jackson>
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 23, 2013 22:07:01 GMT
=BEFORE ARRIVAL=Michael was relieved at the end of shift and so decided he’d go cheer up Kay. The more she knew where he was, the less she had to worry about and, in any case, putting a smile on her face always put one on his -when he wasn’t irritating the crap out of her instead…he seemed to smile very easily back then. “Feeling better now that all of that ‘fishy’ business is over with?” he teased. Kay was finally getting back to normal surroundings after swimming bravely into the depths of Hell and even though she’d rather place it completely out her mind, Michael’s pathetic puns just seemed to be more welcoming than anything. “If failure meant having to ‘try, try again’, then this would have been the greatest incentive to be the best you can be the first time.” Kaylana had been going over every detail of her negotiations with the Nahrid and was glad to be away from any further dealings in such a chaotic environment. As he placed his arms around her, he whispered into her ear, “It’s all I’ve known you to be.” Sensing that he was just fishing for some affection, she lightly rewarded him with a kiss. He was nice, and the sentiments were a little honest even when they were exaggerated. “So how was your day?” she asked. “Well, I think the ladies in Sickbay all want me; they all talked about seeing me more and wrestling with me, so…” he gave an impish grin. She laughed. “Although, the way they emasculated me, they may have just wanted me to be one of the girls.” She laughed harder. “Speaking of which, I do believe I owe someone a bit of gratitude, after all, I recall a lovely young face looking over me, at my side, as I came to back in Sickbay during for my recovery.” The process had become very streamlined with the two of them by this point. As he rubbed her shoulders and coursed her tension out, Kay relaxed as she accepted his affections. “I think I know why I like keeping you around. You love loving me and pamper me, and I love you pampering me…and loving me.” “I do love you, though,” he agreed. “I’m just glad you made it through your ordeal and came back.” He squeezed her tight as she leaned back on him. He lightly brushed her temple with his lips as they cuddled silently. “You know, there is one thing I believe you owe me; since I made it through.” Michael was starting to get that feeling again. Me: Craven: “Do they take good care of you?” Mary: “Yes.” <in his best falsetto> Craven: “Don’t look so frightened. I am your guardian, though I am a poor one for any child. I cannot give you time or attention. I am to ill, wretched and distracted; but I wish you to be happy and comfortable. I don’t know anything about children, but Mrs. Medlock is to see that you have all you need.” Mary: “Yes, Uncle.” Craven: “What do you want to do?” Mary: “I want to play out of doors.” Craven: “I hope it does you good. A child should be strong and healthy.” Mary: “It makes me feel strong when I play and the wind comes over the moor.” Craven: “Where do you play?” Mary: “Everywhere. Martha’s gave me a skipping-rope.” <struggling to maintain his shawl> “I skip and I run and I look about to see if things are beginning to stick up out of the Earth. I don’t do any harm.” Craven: “Play out of doors as much as you like. It’s a big place and you may go where you like and amuse yourself as you like. Is there anything you want? Do you want toys, books, dolls?” Mary: “Might I, might I have a bit of Earth?” Craven: “Earth! What do you mean?” Mary: “To plant the seeds in, to make things grow, to see them come alive.”“Oh, Kay! Do I have to do this?!” he whined. “You promised.” She sat back with tormenting delight. “But there's so much; and I’m only one guy. Surely this is enough.” Michael was practically starting to cry like a real girl; if only he could channel that into his performance. “A promise is a promise. Besides, you’ve still got 18 more songs to get through.” Kay wasn’t giving in. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I sorta glazed through the last chapters.” Michael then worked his skills off. Though it was a little difficult getting through the ensemble believably, he managed to pull through. They cuddled once more as Kay smiled with blinding content having got what she wanted. “Well I hope you’re happy,” he muttered in jest. “Your blocking was a little off. And your pitch leaves something to be desired; it kind of threw a good portion off on some of the later parts,” she responded. “Hey, I’m only one man! And so what if I’m not exactly a bass? Big deal!” “But I’m still satisfied,” she turned and hugged his neck. She leaned in slowly and greeted him with a nice kiss.
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Paikea Apirana
Commander 1C
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Jan 24, 2013 0:42:15 GMT
The doors of the holodeck opened and revealed a beautiful mountaintop covered with recent snow and multitude of skiers.
"Computer get rid of the skiers," Paikea said as he took a hold of Katie's hand and escorted her onto the resort.
"You know that I do not like snow," Katie said clearly shivering from the current environment.
"I know, I know, but you are with me," Paikea said with a smirk, "plus I think it might be funny seeing your butt hit the snow a few times."
"Laugh now, but you know that I will not be hitting the snow unless I take someone with me," Katie said as she elbowed Paikea in the stomach.
"You know me, I'm never afraid of a little pain," Paikea said as he picked up a pair of skis. Paikea had reserved this holodeck date a few weeks ago and he was not going to miss it. Pai had finally been able to convince Katie, that sun and 22 C was not the prerequisite for fun. In reality he hadn't convinced her at all, she proclaimed one day during dinner that she wasn't afraid to try something new.
"You know, if I have a really good time, we might both being enjoying ourselves later," Katie said knowing that statement would make Paikea blush a little.
"I'm game!" Paikea said as he picked up some holographic snow and threw it at Katie, which caused to scream and quickly give chase. Paikea quickly got on the skis and went down the slopes. "You'll have to catch me first!"
Knowing that Katie always needed a push to get going, Pai decided to speed up the process. Within minutes, he could hear Katie a few meters behind him. "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make you into a snowman, melt you, and then kill you!"
"That would take to long, I would prefer a quicker death!" Paikea screamed back with a laugh. He heard Katie mutter a few words, but wasn't able to make out what she had said.
"What did you say?" Paikea asked turning his head around to see if she would repeat herself.
"You are a sucker," Katie smiled, which confused and worried Paikea. Turning his attention back to the slopes, he was confronted with a huge pine tree that had not been there before. Unable to get around it, Paikea crashed into the tree, covered in pine needles and snow.
"Whose the sucker now?" Katie said before she continued down the slopes.
"So the games continue," Paikea said clearly embarrassed, but mostly amused that Katie had been able to make him look bad.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Jan 28, 2013 8:09:36 GMT
"Computer how long until we reach our designated coordinates." Stacey asked as she rose from behind her desk. "One hour twenty seven minutes." The computer replied before falling silent. She let out a slight sigh as she looked out of the window, free time was something she had become unused to over the last year,. there was always a meeting that had been bumped back already, or urgent reports that needed attention. Now however she had nothing to do but wait. She walked over to the doors of her ready room but stopped short of getting close enough to open them. She let out a deep breath as she reconsidered, the crew were well trained and didn't need her breathing down their necks, besides she knew full well they would still be too far out for even long range sensors to be able to pick up anything definitive yet. "Computer is there a holodeck that is currently not in use?" She asked as her hands slightly clenched. "Negative all holodecks are currently occupied." The computer responded. She shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh and muttered. "Well I hope they are enjoying themselves more than I am." shaking her head slightly her eye was drawn to a nearby model, walking over she picked it up, as she looked closer at it the black lettering on the saucer section of the model became easier to read. USS Raven she raised an eyebrow as she studied the model for a moment. In truth she liked the design of Galaxy class vessels no more now than she did when they first went into service, she let out a sigh as she looked around the office, the very few decorative items left were clearly placed there by Jamison and while she had no doubt they suited his personality just fine they clearly didn't mesh with hers. She placed the model into the replicator and paused for a moment before she said. "Computer recycle." It took only a few seconds before the model well engulfed in a sparkling light before it completely vanished. She was about to replicate some items more to her liking when the ship dropped out of warp. Stepping out onto the bridge she said. "Report." She instantly spotted the view screen which showed a Romulan Warbird and a Klingon warship. "Nevermind." She added. Taking her seat she said. "Commander Aarons back us off about five hundred kilometres." Looking back to tactical she said. "Hail them." It took a few minutes and repeated attempts before the attention of both vessels was gained. "This is a matter of Romulan concern, the Federation and the." The Romulan commander paused before he spat the next words. "Their Klingon pets are not needed here." The Klingon officer growled as he hurled some insults of his own back at the Romulan. Stacey took a deep breath they both continued to argue. "Please both of you." her pleas went unheeded as they both continued, The Romulan was in the middle of a rant that brought the Klingons parentage into question when Stacey hit a panel next to her the view screen switched off leaving a silent bridge crew. standing up from the command chair Stacey said. "This could go on for eternity, Ensign fire a warning shot across both of their bows maybe that will get their full attention." The ensign at tactical nodded as he pushed a few commands seconds later phaser bursts streamed across empty space and missed both ships by a matter of metres. "Admiral, we are being hailed by both vessels." He paused as he read his console. "I don't think they are happy." "Noted, on screen." Stacey replied again taking her seat. "You dare!" Stacey couldn't be sure which one said it but she was sure the sentiment was shared by both. "Enough, this sector is large enough for the three of us, the sooner we get to the bottom of this the sooner we can all go home and claim sole credit." She looked at her console and added. "There are plenty of unexplained readings I suggest you both choose something different and go investigate I will contact you both if we find something, Rainier out." The view screen went dead again and Stacey said. "Keep tabs on them both." "Admiral, sensors have detected what could be the remains of a vessel, from the minerals used it looks Federation." Stacey nodded, "Send the co-ordinates to the helm, Commander Aarons take us there full impulse." "All senior officers report to duty stations." She leaned back in her seat as she waited for some of the junior officers to be replaced by their more seasoned counterparts. As the turbolift doors opened she watched as Commander Apirana walked to his station. "Commander, I want a full range of sensor scans, anything no matter how small needs to be looked at." <Tag Apirana, Aarons> OOC: I don't have an explenation in mind for the missing ships so if anyone has any interestiing ideas feel free to go with it
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 28, 2013 23:57:11 GMT
OFF: Lucky for you, I did.
ON: A meeting was called. The Klingons and the Romulans had been level headed insofar as there was enough of a stake for both of them; and should the missing ships be found, there greater numbers to settle their squabbling.
Cmdr. Apirana had been allowed to share his findings in full. Based on the preliminary mappings charted earlier, sporadic areas of had returned usable telemetry while the greater portion of the rest, had failed to return any scan. The scans did seem to conform greatly to the shape modeled by the computer and seemed to strengthen the conclusion that it was a natural phenomenon they were dealing with.
Tetryon readings were detected which would be enough to surmised the missing ships had something happen to their warp drives. Perhaps a means of attack or possibly a reaction to whatever was going on but, whatever it was, the lesser the likelihood of finding them was.
The Klingon and Romulan scans had come up as empty as had theirs. Even the Romulans’ special fine sensors for dealing with cloaks, which Paikea had hoped would provide more, had failed; more baffling to the Romulan commander how he could have known so much about them.
“The only way to find out is to go in.”
Michael did not like that assessment one bit.
“I don’t agree to that,” he responded. “Going in may very well result in very same thing happening to us as it did those other ships.” The general response was that they knew what was out here, but what they needed to know was what the others knew, inside. “This isn’t something to be approached from an answering point of view. Based on upon every given point, the ships have been destroyed: then we aren’t here to rescue them. The anomaly is man made: therefore we consider the fact that this might have been an attack. We can’t get any information beyond what’s ahead of us. Thus, what we can conclude is that we could just as well be flying blindly into a death trap which would compromise all our safeties.”
The Tactical division shared the level of apprehension shown by Cmdr. Aarons. What was not expected was the opposing support from…
“There’s still the fact that whatever caused this needs to be assessed and investigated so that any measure of security can be made.” Kaylana surprised him by siding against his view. “There is still the matter that Starfleet may have lost one its ships which means we have a duty determine any all survivors and casualties.”
Jackson weighed the information before her. She finally concluded her deliberations with, “Commander Aarons, take us there, full impulse."
The captain hailed the two rival commanders to inform them that they would opt to enter the zone to seek the answers themselves while they held back and observed. They were none too thrilled for them and expressed their views on the bold venture accordingly.
The ship proceeded forward on impulse following the path of the wreckage. Before they were in stopping distance of it, things began to fluctuate. The space around them began to warp. Sensors couldn’t distinguish between normal space and whatever it was that they were moving in to. A high level of tetryons were all around them and the other two ships witnessed as they vanished; disappeared, without a trace.
“We don’t have to rely solely on our own to fix this,” Fob said. “There are others that might be able to give some insight into all this.” She looked to Den with an eager smile as he toiled over the problem facing the ship.
The Mw’phfi <pr. ma-PAH-fee, their closest word to “butterfly”.> was stuck in the same place as the other vessels. Or more accurately, right in the center of it. It’s lines were sleek, implying the notion to go, and she was about almost the size of the Rainier’s saucer (though half her size).
They watched as the newest ship joined the number of other ships, a few of which hadn’t been included in the reports as missing, now trapped. It looked different from the others –certainly didn’t share the others’ choice in colors- and was particularly long and sleek.
“Wonder where they’re from?” Den asked as the crew of the Geno’m vessel watched on their scanners.
OFF: As it might not be clear, they’ve just fallen into a subspace pothole.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Feb 5, 2013 3:41:01 GMT
Even with some of the most advance sensors in the quadrant, Paikea was unable to determine the ongoings in this sector. Pai had never seen anything exactly like the phenomena that was happening before them. With all of his resources used, Paikea swallowed his pride and asked his Romulan and Klingon counterparts. As he was speaking to them, he knew they had been surprised by his request.
"The Federation is asking for our help," the subcommander remarked," I never believed I would live long enough to see the day. If Romulus was still with us, we would rejoice."
"It isn't here subcommander, your vessel should have better sensor resolution," Paikea replied," you are able to have cloacking technology so it should be helpful. Paikea's remark clearly did not sit well with the naturally secretive Romulan officer. "Whatever you may think of us, you have to know that our intelligence is better than yours subcommander."
"I like you Commander, you have been able to stun a Romulan into silence," the Klingon remarked," you will not be able to do the same to me. You have asked for help, you have shown respect by being upfront with your request. My Captain respects men with honor. We will help you help us in this quest."
"So will we," the subcommander chimed in making sure that the Romulan cause was not forgotten," make sure you share your results with us as soon as you have them."
"I will," Pai said as he received access to the technology he had requested. While Paikea was well aware of the superiority of the Federation, he couldn't help but be impressed by the Romulans and Klingons. They didn't have as much resources as the Federation, but they made things work.
It had taken a few hours, but Paikea quickly realized that they would not get any truly use able data from their sensors. There was just to much interference from the anomaly that was befuddling them. Paikea had opined to his counterparts about a subspace pothole, which was laughed off. Unable to convince the others, Paikea made his report to the Admiral.
"We just do not have enough data, we have some ideas, but we cannot come to a consensus," Pai reported to the Admiral," the Rainier is a powerful ship and I believe we can alter our shields so that we have extra protection, but we need to get closer." Paikea had made his recommendation and it was now for the higher ups to make the final decision.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Feb 11, 2013 21:22:39 GMT
The Rainer shuddered. Lorna swayed with the unexpected motion and remained firmly on her feet. The red alert siren did not light which was reassuring; unless the ship was so damaged that the circuits had been destroyed, which given that neither the lights nor the artificial gravity has been affected was unlikely.
It was only a few moments later that she learned that the Rainer was following in the rather wobbly, occasionally distorted and frequently bizarre footsteps of the Majesty and had found a subspace pothole. From a medical perspective theses weren't too dangerous although there had been a couple of cases of people focusing intently on high resolution scans of them and finding that there was a hypnotic effect.
Of course where there was one unusual phenomena there could well be others. Life in starfleet was never dull.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Feb 19, 2013 0:59:18 GMT
She turned to look at Apirana as he gave his report. She motioned to the view screen which now showed the bright swirling energy that was sub space. "We can't get much closer than inside it Commander." She took a deep breath as a sharp pain started to gnaw at her head. "First priority is to find a way back into normal space, then I want a way to seal these sub space tears." She let out a deep breath as she fought the urge to bring a hand to her head. "It seems likely this isn't natural, there must be some clues as to who did this and how find them." She turned to look at the view screen, she saw the impressive alien ship on screen but decided against contacting them first. "Commander Aarons locate the closest Starfleet vessel and take us to them I'd prefer to deal with someone I know for isn't going to hold out on us." She took a long deep breath and held it for a moment. "Hopefully they have had time to study this and have a few answers." She now couldn't help but bring her hand up to her head, the pain felt as if something was bieng drilled into her skull. "Captain Cornette you have the bridge, I want." She paused and leaned forward. "Want to check on sickbays.. preperations." Standing up slowly. "Contact me when you make contact with." She closed her eyes as she tried to push back the pain. "You know what to do." <Tag Pai, Aarons, Cornette> She walked quickly to the turbolift stepping inside she collided with Nathan. "Sickbay." She said with now clear anguish in her voice. The doors closed before Nathan could exit and Stacey found herself grabbing his arm to steady herself. "Sorry, Counsellor." She said as she pushed herself off and leaned against the wall. "Feels like my head is being skewered." The turbolift stopped and Stacey found herself unable to gather the will to push herself off the wall, every movement sent a shudder though her head. "Can you help me please." She asked as she held out her arm. <Tag Nathan / Holsen> OOC: I've briefly discussed this with Holsen, I am going to have a radiation cause headaches with telepaths (Something about it reacting to certain chemicals in the brains of Vulcan and Betazoids.. so if anybody has a character or NPC that is telepathic feel free to join me in making Holsens day busy lol) The stronger the telepathic ability the worse the headache
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 13:09:59 GMT
Nathan had no idea what was really going on; he had spent a few days off duty with his family, celebrating his daughter's third birthday. He reflected how fast time went, because his son would be celebrating his tenth birthday soon enough. This also meant that his four-year aniversary was coming up. Four years...
How fast time went. His mind went to Jayden, who had returned to his duties in marine county, and he smiled. The marine, several years his junior, had patiently allowed himself to be covered in cake when Angel decided to plant sticky, fondant covered fingers all across his uniform and there had been no time for him to change.
Having now brought his off-spring to the ship's daycare, Nathan was on his way to the bridge for his first shift in days. "Time to get back to work," he mused as the lift came to a halt. His musings were quickly brought to a halt, however when Stacey collided with him just as he was about to step out.
"Sickbay." She said with now clear anguish in her voice. The doors closed before Nathan could exit and Stacey found herself grabbing his arm to steady herself.
In relfex, Nathan reached out to steady her, a look of concern crossing his face. Something was wrong and he didn't even need his medical degree to diagnose it. "Admiral?" he queried as he held her on her feet.
"Sorry, Counsellor." She said as she pushed herself off and leaned against the wall. "Feels like my head is being skewered." The turbolift stopped and Stacey found herself unable to gather the will to push herself off the wall, every movement sent a shudder though her head.
"Can you help me please." She asked as she held out her arm.
"Of course." The ride down to sickbay he had remained silent, simply observing her. To him, it seemed as if she was suffering a headache worse than a migraine, but he wasn't sure without any proper diagnostic equipment. Now, he took her arm with his opposite hand, then wrapped his other arm around her waist to keep her upright.
He didn't ask any questions but simply walked her into main sickbay and helped her up on to a biobed. "I'll be right back," he promised as he eased her down, "I'll get doctor Holsen immediately."
Rather than calling across sickbay, he hurried to the CMO's office. "Lorna, Admiral Jackson needs your assistance immediately. I've made her comfortable on biobed three."
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Mar 3, 2013 12:30:15 GMT
Lorna was just finishing up a report when Nathan appeared in her office doorway "Lorna, Admiral Jackson needs your assistance immediately. I've made her comfortable on biobed three."
Quite aside from what he was saying there was something in his tone that was a as good as a red alert siren for getting a medical officer across a room. Lorna and Nathan were at Stacey's bedside in seconds. It was clear that she was in pain. There was a second when visions of what had happened on the Majesty before they had been forced to evacuate flickered through Lorna's mind but she pushed that away as she administered a painkilling hypospray and dimmed the lights over the biobed. The neurological readings were similar to a migraine but as far as Lorna knew Stacey had never suffered from migraines and there were some very strange readings in the paracortex which a normal migraine couldn't explain.
As soon as the readings appeared to be stabilising Lorna glanced at Nathan she wanted more information and Stacy was currently only semi-conscious "Do you know how long she's been like this?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 20:20:33 GMT
"She was like this when I got on the turbolift," the counselor replied worriedly, "and it doesn't seem like an ordinary headache." He stood beside the bed and held Stacey's hand. "You'll be all right admiral," he whispered to her, "Lorna will take care of you now."
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Nathan looked up at Lorna. "You know...I have actually no idea who should take over command now.... with the captain ill... I've served on Starships for years now but I actually still have no clue when it comes to chain of command." He chuckled softly, though there was little humour in it. "And there's my sister being a starship captain too... perhaps you've heard of her, come to think of it. She had this fancy prototype vessel for a while but now she's exchanged it for the smaller...Intrepid I think?"
(Lorna)
"Stacey, it was an intrepid wasn't it?" He was trying to keep a conversation going now, trying to keep the woman's attention on him, and away from whatever ailed her.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Mar 22, 2013 23:46:16 GMT
"She was like this when I got on the turbolift," the counselor replied worriedly, "and it doesn't seem like an ordinary headache." He stood beside the bed and held Stacey's hand. "You'll be all right admiral," he whispered to her, "Lorna will take care of you now." That gave Lorna something to think about. She agreed with the counselor's assessment and knew that Nathan knew what he was talking about in the medical sense. She nodded at his words but her focus remained on the readouts flickering on the screen.
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Nathan looked up at Lorna. "You know...I have actually no idea who should take over command now.... with the captain ill... I've served on Starships for years now but I actually still have no clue when it comes to chain of command." He chuckled softly, though there was little humour in it. "And there's my sister being a starship captain too... perhaps you've heard of her, come to think of it. She had this fancy prototype vessel for a while but now she's exchanged it for the smaller...Intrepid I think?"
Lorna smiled slightly "Intrepid's are nice ships. Small and cosy. I used to serve on one." Her eyes flicked from the display to the Admiral and back again as Nathan continued to speak.
"Stacey, it was an intrepid wasn't it?" He was trying to keep a conversation going now, trying to keep the woman's attention on him, and away from whatever ailed her.
(stacey)
This was decidedly strange, there were clear sign of stimulation in the paracortex, the Betazoid telepathic centre, she could almost believe that there was a pattern to it but every time she thought she had it figured out it changed. She needed more data but she wanted Stacey not to be in pain.
Lorna was no neurologist but she knew a reasonable amount about betazoid and specifically half human / half betazoid brains. Her own had become something of a curiosity and the subject of at least one neurology paper. Lorna reached for a hypospray maybe she could chemically calm some nerves....
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Kaylana Cornette
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Mar 25, 2013 18:11:57 GMT
Kay stood there, stunned, watching the Admiral leave the bridge. She wanted to run after her and tell her that she couldn’t do this – not in these present circumstances.
The slow movements and subtle facial expressions of the Admiral told Kay the Rainier’s commander wasn’t well. With complete understanding, Kay didn’t ask questions, knowing that the Admiral wanted to keep any imperfection quiet. Kay knew, as the vessel’s CO appearing fragile isn’t an option.
There was no choice. Kay had to do this. Memories of her beloved Majesty and ill-fated crew threatened to crowd out lucid thought. A sub-space tear, exactly like the one that claimed her ship, surrounded them.
Kay’s prosthetic forearm and hand tingled slightly. The sensation was odd since it had grafted into her life nicely after the first six months of adaptation. The feeling caused Kay’s mind to dart wildly, wondering if this area of space was infested with those horrid subspace entities that were the cause of losing her limb… and her crew.
Kay focused her mind on the orders given before the Admiral’s departure. “Mr. Aarons,” she said, her voice quavering a bit, “Have you located a Federation vessel?”
“Scans are nearly as poor inside as they were outside,” he answered gruffly, still unhappy everyone had ignored his warnings to stay clear of the pothole. “I’m not able to discern registration, but by size and configuration alone, I’ve managed to locate a small Federation freighter. Crew compliment is around 35 for a vessel its size.”
“Point us in the right direction to intercept,” Kay said as she tentatively took the Captain’s chair, second guessing her every move and thought. She may have wanted to sit center seat on a Sovereign again, but not under conditions so close to what made her lose her last ship.
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Mar 27, 2013 4:51:50 GMT
She turned to look at the viewscreen. She saw the impressive alien ship on screen but decided against contacting them first.
"Commander Aarons locate the closest Starfleet vessel and take us to them I'd prefer to deal with someone I know for sure isn't going to hold out on us."
She took a long deep breath and held it for a moment. "Hopefully they have had time to study this and have a few answers."
She now couldn't help but bring her hand up to her head, the pain felt as if something was being drilled into her skull. "Captain Cornette you have the bridge, I want." She paused and leaned forward. "Want to check on sickbays.. preparations." Standing up slowly. "Contact me when you make contact with." She closed her eyes as she tried to push back the pain. "You know what to do." Kay focused her mind on the orders given before the Admiral’s departure. “Mr. Aarons,” she said, her voice quavering a bit, “Have you located a Federation vessel?”
“Scans are nearly as poor inside as they were outside,” he answered gruffly, still unhappy everyone had ignored his warnings to stay clear of the pothole. “I’m not able to discern registration, but by size and configuration alone, I’ve managed to locate a small Federation freighter. Crew compliment is around 35 for a vessel its size.”
“Point us in the right direction to intercept,” Kay said as she tentatively took the Captain’s chair, second guessing her every move and thought. She may have wanted to sit center seat on a Sovereign again, but not under conditions so close to what made her lose her last ship.The propulsion was there but something was amiss. Power wasn’t a problem but there was a high level of energy all around them that was very erratic. Any attempts to initialize caused it to spike and so it was unwise to attempt anything. “I don’t think I can,” he said warily. He showed her the reactions that the surrounding energy fields were making. Kay immediately fired for the Science Department to report. Pai looked over the data. The readings were a maddeningly, erratic pattern filled will severe tetryon spikes. The best Pai could make of it was akin to pure subspace. Den worked steadily on the accelerator coil assembly; there had to be a reason why the field wasn't forming. He rubbed his brow pondering what could be doing this. Fob approached him with eager zeal to check on him. “Hi Den, how’s it coming?” she smiled hoping he was alright. Den was very fixated especially when it came to something like this. It was worrying that this could consume him so much that he’d let everything go unattended and it wasn’t healthy. “I know I can get this working, we haven’t failed with the design, I just can’t get it to do what it’s supposed to.” He gave his eyes a rest from staring into the heart of the StarQuantum Accelerator, which drives the vessel and allowed them to make it this far out, and turned to Fob whom he could share his thoughts with. “Have you tried the cyclic regulator coil?” “Nah, the bosons in there need to remain intact and the Alklear gyro is keeping up but the field still won’t generate like it should.” Den’s confidence soured slightly as the solution continued to evade him. Fob could read these notes and tried to reach out. “Come on, why don’t we take a walk; it’ll help clear your mind.” She offered out a hand to him. “Captain Carm will probably want to know what you can make of things so far.” They walked off to let things cool.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Apr 1, 2013 19:03:49 GMT
“So, we’re dead in the water?”
He knew Kay’s question was rhetorical, but Michael felt the need to nod in the affirmative.
Commander Apriana was frantically searching for answers, but this area of subspace wasn’t yielding information willingly.
“Is there anything akin to a source… a point of origin… an area of concentrated tetryon particles perhaps?” she quizzed Pai.
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“What about our comm’s channels? Is anything working? Kay scratched her prosthetic forearm as the cybernetic nerves continued to tingle. “We will probably have to bypass the subspace transmitter while inside here…” she trailed off, observing the Ops Officer on duty. “Sorry, Lieutenant, I don’t know your name.”
“Lt. Maurice Reneau, ma’am,” he said, turning slightly to face her.
“Good.” Kay decided not to give him her standard ‘talk’ on why she preferred to be addressed as ‘sir’ instead of ‘ma’am’. That could come later under more relaxed conditions. “See if it works… then see if you can find someone we can talk to.”
Kay tried to settle back in her chair and give the bridge crew some time to figure things out. She was finding it difficult to sit still. Soon she was up and pacing slowly, first making her way to stare at Apriana’s back, then back to the conn.
Reneau expertly adapted and was soon broadcasting a hail on a multitude of commonly used radio frequencies. “Hellooo, anyone…” he lightheartedly said under his breath.
“What was that?” Kay was suddenly over his shoulder.
“Hailing on all frequencies, ma’am,” Reneau offered, not realizing how tightly-wound the First Officer was until then.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Apr 2, 2013 1:13:10 GMT
Kay tried to settle back in her chair and give the bridge crew some time to figure things out. She was finding it difficult to sit still. Soon she was up and pacing slowly, first making her way to stare at Apriana’s back, then back to the conn.
Michael turned at his station and watched her pacing. She noticed him staring as he cocked his head at her in curiosity. She came up beside him as he turned back to his station.
"Stop pacing," he muttered under his breath to her.
"That's what you seem to do," she whispered back. There was no need for the others to hear their conversation.
"When I do it it's out of boredom. You're doing it out of nerves. The last thing we need right now is a leader strung up on the problematic details of her past."
Kay was struck by this. "I didn't forget what happened," she hissed. She stroked her arm as the feeling continued. "And I'm not..." she started but couldn't continue.
"Kay, I love you, but that was a far more stronger, braver person than this right now. What's needed is a sign that the state of things are in order," he began as he touched her hand.
Just then the two were interrupted from there little talk by they were having by all the faces on the bridge.
"What?!" they asked. Michael removed his hand from hers as the bridge staff turned their immediate gazes from the couple.
"You know," he began, "the gravitons in the deflector assembly have an opposing force that negates the tetryon fields of subspace while at warp. That could be useful if we could localize it."
Kay was completely baffled. "What are you trying to say?" The Science Officer had to explain that by altering the shields, they could repel the surrounding area and allow for the ship to manage some form of motion, though very slowly. "But to where?"
Pai manged to trace the field source toward the Mw'phfi. If anything, they would be likely to know what is going on or at least be the first place to look for a solution.
Kay ordered they begin. She placed her hand on her little idiot's shoulder as he heard her whisper 'Thank you' and gently rubbed it as Liz had once done for him. It was a welcome sensation that he hoped to feel again.
The shields were heavily modified to create a very localized field that would protect them from the energy surrounding them. Once it activated, the thrusters were able to engage with enough force to inch the ship forward without the risk of being damaged or completely destroyed.
The Rainier came at slow impulse speeds closer the Geno'm testbed, unaware that they were observing the whole endeavor closely. Not wanting to get too close to the smaller vessel, they halted 500 meters off the port side.
"I want you to go," Kay told Michael.
"Why me?" he questioned.
"Seeing as how you seem to know a lot about making things go, whatever Paikea can't make anything out of then maybe you can."
In the shuttlebay, a team assembled at the Type-8 shuttlecraft 07 Ertl. The shields protecting the shuttle would also have to be augmented as was the ship's though she wasn't specifically designed for travelling at warp speeds. Judging by the design of the alien vessel, there was no means to dock the shuttle to the vessel so the field would have to engulf as much of it as possible and allow them to beam inside.
The Away Team started to load up onto the shuttle. Michael turned to Kay. "I'm confused. You're the XO, but with Jackson out, you're in command, so does that mean you're staying or going?"
Kay pondered for a while. "I'm not really sure."
"Okay..." he started, "Which do you feel safer doing?"
"I'm going," she said hurrying onto the shuttle.
The approach of the shuttle was also noted by the Geno'm as they followed the actions of the newly arrived strangers. What might come of it was unknown and they hadn't really dealt with aliens before.
Moving to within a few meters of the alien hull, the shuttle stopped as the shielding was extended as far as it could over the ship. Inside, the team prepared to activate the shuttle's transport unit in hopes of beaming over. Kay fitted a phaser to her hip as Michael approached her.
"Do you really think we should go over with arms?" he asked.
She gave him an unamused glare wherein he pointed to her phaser and she stopped. "We have to be prepared for whatever may be over there."
"Glad you're taking it more rationally and calm this time." He stared into eyes, smiling at her proudly.
"I guess I have you to thank." She slipped the transporter cuff on him as she returned the smile. The team stood formation. "Energize," Kay ordered and they vanished.
They materialized in front of the Geno'm who watched in amazement as the strange newcomers appeared from thin air.
The transport had been a fortunate success as they found themselves surrounded by the Mw'phfi's crew. The Geno'm were... they were... green. They weren't very tall, only about 5' at best, with lustery black eyes and small insect-like antenae looking incredibly cute (just think of a bigger, very adorable, Invader Zim -more or less). They didn't look that old or particularly young which presented a very non-threatening feel about them.
Kay felt a little silly now bringing the phaser unless it should turn out these beings were ruthless little monsters. She stepped forward amongst the silent awe of these strange new beings and the miraculous bit of scientific magic of transporting from both sides. She cleared her throat...
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Apr 2, 2013 7:59:35 GMT
"You know very well the class of ship she is on Counsellor." Stacey replied through gritted teeth, she of course appreciated his attempts to keep her mind occupied on something other than her pain but the topic was far from what Stacey wanted to think about.
She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked to Holsen. "Things are not going well on the bridge Doctor, please get me something for the pain, so I can go back."
She tilted her head slightly as her face adopted a now clearly annoyed scowl. "Captain Cornette is leaving the ship to join an away team, I can't leave the bridge without a command officer during a crisis."
She swung her legs over the side of the biobed. "Nathan can join me on the bridge and monitor my condition."
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**Bridge**
Stacey walked onto the bridge and slowly looked around, she had held the slight hope that her senses had failed her and she would find Cornette on the bridge. She let out a sigh as she walked to the captains chair.
As she sat down she began to notice a few junior officers now looking at her, she gave a reassuring smile as she said. "I think we have been in here long enough don't you?"
One of the engineering officers on the bridge swung around in his chair and thought for a moment before speaking up. "Admiral I think I have found how we got in here in the first place." he pushed a few commands and the view screen changed to show a recording from an hour earlier.
It was a relatively small device just floating in space. "It is giving off a radiation that seems to weaken the barrier between space and subspace, when we passed within range of it our warp core acted like a magnet and pulled us through the barrier."
Stacey leaned forward and studied the image, the technology didn't look familiar. "Can we manage to do the same thing from this side?" Stacey asked now looking back to the engineer.
"We can recreate the effect yes, but until we can find a way to generate a warp field that would push us out of sub-space it wouldn't do any good."
Stacey took a deep breath. "Commander Apirana work with him, unless the away team discovers something this seems to be our best option."
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Apr 4, 2013 20:42:46 GMT
The fact that Stacey was talking at all was a positive sign, and a definite improvement on her earlier condition
She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked to Holsen. "Things are not going well on the bridge Doctor, please get me something for the pain, so I can go back." Lorna had heard that protest or variations on it so many times that it scarcely registered any more. Starfleet officers were notoriously bad patients, Commanding Officers were pretty much the worst, they always thought that nothing on their ship could happen without them.
"I'm not sure that's for the best Admiral, I haven't been able to determine a cause for your pain and so I can't make accurate predictions on what is likely to happen to you." Lorna paused for a moment. "I'm sure Captain Cornette is capable of handling things for a while." Lorna liked the Admiral but also felt oddly protective of her former CO.
Stacey tilted her head slightly as her face adopted a now clearly annoyed scowl. "Captain Cornette is leaving the ship to join an away team, I can't leave the bridge without a command officer during a crisis."
She swung her legs over the side of the biobed. "Nathan can join me on the bridge and monitor my condition."
Lorna knew when to stop fighting. Short of sedation she was not going t keep Stacey in sickbay. "If that is all right with Nathan." She arched her eyebrows at the counselor. "I can spare a member of my staff if not".
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Lorna pressed a hypospray to Stacey's throat with a carefully calibrated dose of painkillers. "There's a mild neuro-supressant in here as well as a more standard analgesic". She handed the hypospray to Nathan. "Doctor, she can have another two doses but if the pain starts leaking through this one I want to know. Likewise with the following ones."
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"Has that helped? I can try a different neuro supressant if not?" Lorna was okay with the idea of letting Stacy out of sickbay but she wanted her as painfree as possible before that happened. Hybrids like the two of them could have very varied neurological processes so it was important to get things right.
Tag: Stacey
Lorna watched them go. Starfleet Commanding Officers were difficult patients, it was true but they were fairly predictable. It was medical officers who were the worst patients. Chief Medical officers managed the worst of both worlds...
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Apr 11, 2013 16:49:40 GMT
There were a lot of things Aarons understood about her, but it was easier to pretend he knew more than to explain all her eccentricities to him. Time didn’t allow her to elucidate, so she led him to believe he was helping to calm her.
The truth was she was enjoying riding the wave of exploring the unknown, happy to be back in the midst of listening to recommendations and dispensing orders. It helped her to realize without reservation that coming back to the Rainier had been the right decision.
Kay began running scenarios of Michael being in charge of a first contact mission. She weighed the possible outcomes with the consequences of her leaving the ship. Upon quick reflection, the answer was clear. "I'm going," she said hurrying onto the shuttle. Hopefully, she could explain her decision to Admiral Jackson upon her return, if the good Admiral was in the mood to listen to an explanation.
The shuttle’s transporter deposited the small team into the heart of the Geno’m’s engineering sector. Scans had revealed no other room large enough to accommodate the team’s humanoid forms.
Now, as Kay stood freshly materialized on the strange little ship, the diplomat in her strained to keep her face mostly expressionless. It was often her tactic when making first contact; one never knows when a smile might be interpreted as a sign of aggression.
She cleared her throat quietly and stepped forward. “I am Kaylana Cornette from the Federation vessel Rainier. You’ve probably seen our ship… we’re hovering off your port side.”
Enthusiastically, Den stepped quickly to meet Kay. “A beautiful ship! I would love to see your engine room!” He stopped suddenly. “Wait. How is it that you are speaking my language?” He tilted his head slightly as one antennae quivered. “And how did you get here? A matter-energy transmission of some kind, I’m guessing,” he said, running all of his questions together.
Kay couldn’t help but smile now. “Slow down, we’ll answer all of you questions. Right now, I have one of my own. I assume you are the captain of this fine vessel?”
A sound akin to someone choking on a drink, the kind of sound made when the liquid comes spewing out of your nose, emitted from both Den and Fob. A small snot bubble formed at the end of one of Den’s tiny nose holes.
“Oh, no,” he managed to sputter through his ‘laughter,’ “I’m not the captain.”
“You will want to speak with Captain Carm, I’m sure,” Fob interjected.
“Yes. We have reason to believe that your ship is the source of this subspace eddy our ship’s are caught in,” Kay informed. “We have several specialized scientists,” Kay gestured toward Pai, “who may be able to assist all of us in breaking free of the anomaly.”
Den’s hands clasped together then he rubbed the palms together furiously. His antennae mirrored his hand movements. “Any help would be welcomed!” he said.
Fob looked at him curiously. “We should wait to see what the captain says first before…”
“Of course,” Kay interrupted. “I understand. And I would do the same, if I were you.”
“Well then,” said Fob. “Follow me and I’ll take you to see the Captain.”
Navigating the small corridors of the Mw'phfi was no easy journey for some of the members of the Starfleet team. Being only 5 foot 4 inches helped Kay as she walked behind Fob and Den. Others on the team, however, had to bend over substantially to avoid scraping their heads on the ceilings. As the band progressed through the ship, several of the Geno’m crew stared at the odd sight of hunched over humanoids transversing their hallways.
The bridge of the Mw’phfi wasn’t any more spacious than the corridors had been. Captain Carm was perched upon a small stool elevated from the center of the room. Surrounding him (or her?) were a few more stools with Geno’m crew alighted on them. Unlike the bridge of most Federation vessels, control consoles seemed to jut out of the deck on slender, pole-like stands with only a small pad atop it. Each station had about six of these pads surrounding each stool, three on the right, and three on the left. All of the stations faced forward, looking toward the viewscreen.
Kay and Captain Carm exchanged pleasantries and Cornette tried to explain the whole of Federation history as succinctly as she could. She wanted Carm to trust her enough to let the Rainier’s team have access to the Mw’phfi. The quicker they could escape from this subspace pothole, the better.
“We are here to help in any way,” she told him (or her). “We have teams of engineers and scientists who can help you determine why your ship is the source of this rip in space.” She gestured to the other ships filling the viewscreen. “A lot of others are anxious to get out of here as well.”
(OFF: My best effort at explaining why Kay went on the away team and I added a few details to Aarons' aliens. Pai, if you didn't notice, Aarons put you on the away team as well so I just kept ya there.)
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on May 6, 2013 9:35:40 GMT
'A perfect marriage of stress and boredom'
If asked how to define the life of a commanding Starfleet officer as simply as possible this is how Stacey would answer and it was moments like this that showed aspect exactly.
Sat in the command chair Stacey stared at the view screen, most of her senior staff had joined an away team and were now on an alien vessel. This was the stress those lives and all those on the ship were her responsibility.
However at that moment all she could do was sit and wait. This was the utter and complete mind shattering boredom, her ship was stuck. The scientists and engineers worked away diligently but Stacey could do nothing but get in their way, so there she sat with a look of confidence.
It took Stacey years to perfect what she called a look of confidence, unlike all the others most of which came naturally with motherhood among these the 'not until you say please look' the 'stop it look', the more stern 'stop it right this second look' and the dreaded 'don't make me come over there look'. All of which came in more handy during the day as a Captain than most would imagine.
She suddenly noticed that perhaps she had sat unmoved too long, she took a deep breath and looked to the small console that was on the arm of her chair. She pressed a few commands calling up nothing more than the current time and a quick glance version of the ships stats. She calculated the amount of time she had left before protocol demanded the away team check in.
Fifteen minutes, she took a long deep breath and crossed her legs. As she did she noticed the chair swivel slightly to the right, this left her with a question: 'Could this chair swivel completely around?' She shrugged and decided it was best not to test the theory, a sixty something year old Admiral spinning in a chair like a six year old would most likely render the hard worked on 'look of confidence' meaningless.
Slowly standing up and saying to no one in particular. "I'll be in my ready room." Stacey didn't know who in history decided that a Captains ready room was needed, but she silently made a note to find out and name something after them.. perhaps a Galaxy.
As she walked into the ready room her thoughts lingered on naming things, did she even have the authority to name an entire galaxy after a little thought she was forced to conclude she probably didn't however after a little more thought she came to the conclusion. 'what the heck I'll do it anyway and then say the other Admiral Jackson did it.'
She nodded, there had to be more a few of them and if that was true it stood to reason one of them had to be a jerk who deserved a good backside kicking anyway.
"Vulcan spice tea." she said as she reached toward the replicator taking out the warm mug she took a careful sip. Oddly enough the smell of the tea was one of her earliest childhood memories, mornings on Vulcan were an ordered affair with most of the planets population following strict personal routines most of which included brewing tea. On certain days when the wind was still the smell of tea would linger in the air for a good portion of the morning. Stacey felt calmer now as the images of a simpler time floated through her mind.
She spent a few minutes simply enjoying the fact she was alone before she finished the tea and walked back out onto the bridge. If her timing was right the away team would be checking in within minutes and finally the boredom aspect of command would be mercifully ceased at least for a few minutes.
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