Valad Tavik
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Post by Valad Tavik on Apr 23, 2010 21:39:12 GMT
As Valad and Captain Reynolds waited on Dr. van Breughel, Valad got the basics of what they should expect. Apparently, planet-wide communications were down and there were weapons signatures all over the area. I should have brought a rifle... Valad thought as went through the away mission pre-checks. He made certain his tricorder and phaser were working properly before going to the console to get some more scans in. He made a topographical scan and determined that the city in which they would be beaming to was in a valley of sorts. It seemed more like a whole in the ground, but nevertheless, the city was fairly vast. From what he could tell, however, much of the capital city was in ruins. There were several places that would be inaccessible by foot and thus were not a good transport site. Valad found one spot that would be perfect for transport.
"Captain, I think I found a good site for transport. Its in the southeast quadrant of the city, about six hundred feet from the Capital building. The area seems to be secure. I'm not picking up any life signs."
(Matt)
As the final checks were finished, Nathan and Colonel Traks arrived. "I'll do the honors, Captain," he said, turning to new arrivals. "Ok, the area that we are supposed to be picking up our guest has been completely devastated." He looked specifically at Nathan, noting the doctor was donning a Starfleet uniform. "Initial scans didn't pick up any life signs, but we are hoping that your services will be needed." His hope for survivors was genuine.
(Nathan, Traks)
"Captain, we are ready for transport."
(Matt)
The Valad hustled onto the transporter pad. When the others were in place, he looked at Nathan, smiling. "Looks good on you."
(Nathan, if you wish)
They were transported to the capitol.
As the group rematerialized, Valad immediately looked around the area. His vision was clouded by smoke but he could see far enough to realize they were in a reasonably enclosed space. There were only three access points to this area, other than the sky. Valad took out his tricorder and scanned the area. "Colonel, it looks like the three entrances here are the only points of access to this area," he informed the Colonel, hoping it would aid the marine in his task.
(Traks)
Valad scanned more of the surrounding area, but found a dead zone. "This is odd," he said, recalibrating the tricorder. Again, he caught a dead zone. He could not read anything past this area. "Captain, I think we're inside of a dampening field. I don't get it."
(Matt)
Valad took another look at the readings but still got nothing. "This doesn't add up," he said. "We shouldn't have even been able to transport down here." The proximity alarm on the tricorder started to beep quietly. "Umm.... Captain, we have a problem. I'm picking up over thirty humanoids converging on this location. Suffice it to say we're surrounded..."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 24, 2010 18:50:18 GMT
While standard protocol forbade a captain from transporting to an insecure location, Matt was going to pretend that it didn't exist. Ezdreiana of Trill was not an acquaintance of Matt, but she was the mother of a personal friend of his. He wanted to make sure that the Ambassador was safe.
"Captain, I think I found a good site for transport. Its in the southeast quadrant of the city, about six hundred feet from the Capital building. The area seems to be secure. I'm not picking up any life signs."
"Something is very wrong, the capital city is populated by two million people," Matt replied to his operations officer and marines alike. As the away team prepared to transport to the planet, the most important member of the away team arrived.
"Doctor, at first sign of trouble I'll have you transported back to the ship," Matt said as the doctor walked in the transporter room," Kristin, I want you to keep a constant lock on the doctor."
"Yes sir," Kristin replied as she fumbled with the transporter controls.
"Captain, we are ready for transport."
"Alright everyone, I want everyone to be prepared for any situation," Matt said to the team," Colonel Traks, you are free to set a perimeter as you see fit. If we meet any type of hostile reception, you are not to fire unless fired upon first. Kristin once you are ready begin transport."
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The smoke filled air caught Matt's lungs by surprised and he immediately found it difficult to breath. Taking only a few seconds to regain his footing, Matt began scanning the area.
"This is odd," he said, recalibrating the tricorder. Again, he caught a dead zone. He could not read anything past this area. "Captain, I think we're inside of a dampening field. I don't get it."
"Reynolds to Jefferson, Jefferson respond," Matt said as he tapped his combadge. The fact that there was no response told him that things had turned for the worse in a very short span of time. His gut had been right and now they were going to find out how bad things exactly were.
"Umm.... Captain, we have a problem. I'm picking up over thirty humanoids converging on this location. Suffice it to say we're surrounded..."
"Prepare for an engagement, but I do not engage unless I give the order!" Matt said as he turned to the doctor," I know you have been training with Commander Garrett, but I would prefer that you keep yourself out of harms way."
(Nathan and Traks and Brandon)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2010 21:32:34 GMT
Nathan smirked at Valad, tugging uncomfortably at the collar of his tunic. He obviously wasn't comfortable being dressed like this, even though he felt he had made the right decision. His gaze shifted to Matt, frowning as he was addressed before he could well and truly report.
"Doctor, at first sign of trouble I'll have you transported back to the ship," Matt said as the doctor walked in the transporter room," Kristin, I want you to keep a constant lock on the doctor."
"That's hardly necessary captain," Nathan replied, clearly insulted. "I have no intention of getting into trouble, or causing it. I find it insulting that you presume beforehand, that I would." Clearly the captain had no response to that as transport was ordered.
Nathan too coughed as he felt the searing air burn his lungs and his eyes watered. Blinking a few times, the doctor managed to clear his vision and he modulated his breathing somewhat to avoid any more discomfort to his airways. Quietly, he dug up a respirator, then passed another couple around. "I hope some of you remembered to bring a respirator, they do tend to be standard away mission issue," he commented dryly as he too opened his tricorder. He slapped the side of it a few times, trying to get it to co-operate but his attempts came up empty. There was nothing to scan, besides the away team.
He stared at Valad when the younger man mentioned contact, then peered at his tricorder, which still gave no such information. His eyes widened, when it appeared contact with the Jefferson was lost, staring at the captain in sheer disbelief.
"Prepare for an engagement, but I do not engage unless I give the order!" Matt said as he turned to the doctor," I know you have been training with Commander Garrett, but I would prefer that you keep yourself out of harms way."
"That is the second time you've insulted me captain," Nathan growled, while drawing his own phaser. "I may not like having a weapon, but at present I do know how to use it. And I'm not inclined to go hiding away in safety while you all seem to have all the fun." He stressed the word 'fun' because he didn't really mean it was fun. "I'll do my part captain, don't tell me to do something you wouldn't even consider doing. I am part of this team, like it or not." He glared at his commanding officer, who did have a few years on him in terms of being a young man. "Don't insult me by judging me before you've seen my progress. I am a fair shot, and I can defend myself. Even if Jayden would likely agree with you, he'd never voice it as you just did. Not only is it insulting, but embarassing to me."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 25, 2010 5:20:10 GMT
"Doctor van Breughel, I have the up most respect for you as a doctor and a human being. It was not my intention to insult you, but as the chief medical officer I need you to help our injured. You would not be able to do that if you are injured yourself," Matt said as he turned to face his medical officer.
"Then stop treating me as an invalid captain and let me do my job. I may not be starfleet, but I know when not to take a risk. I am not someone fresh out of starfleet training, nor is this my first away mission. Treat me as an equal, or leave me alone," Nathan replied acidly. He was rather done being treated as though he was a greenhorn, or always endangered himself. He was past that, especially with a family to take care of. He knew Jayden himself would gladly kill him if something went wrong...
"Colonel Traks, if you have any ideas I would like to hear them right about now," Matt asked of his Senior Marine Officer.
(Traks)
"Commander Tavik, could we create another way out of this enclosure? I would rather not engage those people right now," Matt said knowing that the chance was slim at best.
(Valad)
"Starfleet Officers! Put your weapons down and surrender! If you wish to die today so be it, but our quarrel is not with you, the free people of Sigma Iotia have rejected your Federation and we want you to leave!" Jeerten proclaimed so that everyone could hear.
"I am Captain Matthew Reynolds, of the USS Jefferson. The people of Sigma Iotia have freely elected to join the Federation. A Federation liaison, a personal friend of mine was assigned to access this planet. If any harm has come to her you and your terrorist group will pay!" Matt explained as he stood up and faced whom he perceived to be the leader.
"Captain, like I said I have no quarrel with you, but if you try to do anything against us, I'm afraid that we'll have a problem," Jeerten said with a smile," as we speak your Federation friend and the former leadership of this planet are being prepared for execution. If they do not hear from me within fifteen minutes they will carry out those orders."
Matt did not respond immediately to the man's taunts. He knew that he was being baited and Matt was not going to give him the opportunity to be seen as a martyr. He turned to his team and motioned them to be ready for anything.
"You must know that my ship has already determined that something is wrong. They will contact Starfleet within the hour. You must know that you cannot win this battle," Matt said hoping that his words would put fear in the men.
"The Federation council will not accept a new member into the Federation that is in turmoil our statement today will keep the people of Iotia Sigma in power and my family will continue to rule it," Jeerten replied.
"Stupid greedy man," Matt whispered," you are just harming your own people. How many people have died because of your power grab?"
Matt heard Jeerten begin to reply but immediately fell to the ground in pain. The phaser fire had not hit him directly, but Matt had been injured. This caused a barrage of phaser fire to commence and trying to ignore his pain, Matt joined in the fight.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2010 4:03:07 GMT
Megan was absolutely livid. It wasn’t often she got this angry, but these particular circumstances certainly seemed to warrant it. Starfleet regulations and protocols were perfectly clear about Captains and away missions, and this was a completely obvious instance where they applied. It was perfectly clear that Captain Reynolds should NOT have gone to the planet. Commander Garrett had said as much, but he had overruled her. And now, they’d lost contact, both on the comm and on sensors. It had been some sort of trap because almost as soon as the team beamed down, some kind of dampening field must have gone up, since it was like they just vanished...
“Run full sensor sweeps, staring with their last confirmed location,” Megan barked in the direction of Ops, already working at her side console to do what she could. “And see what you can do about filtering out the interference. We need to find the away team and get them out of there,” she insisted, feeling frustrated and helpless.
Being up here on the bridge with a missing away team on the surface was not a pleasant place to be. Megan would much rather be down on the planet, where the action was, where she could be doing something, anything to remedy the situation as opposed to just waiting around for something to happen. Her first temptation was to get in her shuttle and head down to get them, but that wouldn’t be the responsible thing to do. The Jefferson was her primary responsibility now, no matter what her agent’s instincts were. Planning and executing a rescue mission wasn’t possible.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing, on the sensors where the away team had vanished. No life signs, power readings...they couldn’t even isolate any structures. It was as if someone had draped an impenetrable blanket over the region, cutting the ship off from the team completely. Whoever was responsible for it had obviously procured some high level technology to pull this off...this wasn’t a sudden, random, last minute occurrence. This had been planned, meticulously prepared. Something so well coordinated did not happen by accident, but the question was, who pulled the strings? Megan didn’t have a specific answer, but generally, the answer was simple: whoever had the most to lose if the Iotians became Federation members.
Unfortunately, no good news was forthcoming. It seemed every report that came back included phrases like “no trace” and “too much interference,” which was not what any of them wanted to hear. Attempt after attempt wasn’t yielding any results and the longer the team was out of contact, the worse their situation could possibly be, and the more nervous Commander Garrett and the bridge crew were becoming. But no matter how hard they tried, nothing seemed to be working, and all that they could do was continue to try and wait with baited breath for something to happen.
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Valad Tavik
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Post by Valad Tavik on Apr 26, 2010 5:11:13 GMT
As he tried to search for anything that might help them, Valad noticed the Captain and Doctor getting into it. At this time.... naturally. Valad was already annoyed with Captain Reynolds and frankly, he didn't want to have to add Nathan to the list.
"Captain, Doctor. With all due respect, can the two of you deal with this later? If you didn't notice, we have a bit of a situation here."
(Nathan, Matt)
Valad was [word deleted]. "Ok, how about this. Doctor, please come over here by me." Valad indicated the spot next to him, which was behind a decently large rock surface with a clear view of two of the doors. "Its behind a rock," he said to Captain Reynolds, "and you can still shoot people," he said to Nathan. His comments could easily be offensive and at the time, that was the least of his worries.
(Nathan, Matt)
It appeared as though Traks and his crew were also getting set up. Valad, at this point, could not find any way to penetrate the dampening field.
"Commander Tavik, could we create another way out of this enclosure? I would rather not engage those people right now."
Valad shook his head. "We're out of luck, Captain. I think our best bet is to start shooting and hope we get a clear run."
(Matt)
Just then he heard one of the converging marks speak. "Starfleet Officers! Put your weapons down and surrender! If you wish to die today so be it, but our quarrel is not with you, the free people of Sigma Iotia have rejected your Federation and we want you to leave!"
Captain Reynolds responded, but to no avail. All that Valad realized was that a beam of particle fire came from the south entrance and it went straight into the Captain's side. He immediately fell to the ground. Valad and the others opened fire.
The resulting firefight was nearly pointless. The Captain had gotten back up, but it was only a matter of time before he would not be able to fight anymore. They had taken out several of the enemy forces, but had lost two marines. Overall, it was not going well.
"Captain," he said shaking his head. "I don't think we can keep this up. There are just too many of them."
(Matt)
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 26, 2010 5:48:02 GMT
Lieutenant Monica Quindara USS Jefferson, Bridge
Monica Quindara was a pretty damn good operations officer with years of experience, but at that moment it was worthless. Whoever had erected the dampening field made sure that it would be impossible to break through it. It didn't help that Valad was on the planet either. She was having a very hard time controlling her overwhelming fear that something bad had happened to him.
“Run full sensor sweeps, staring with their last confirmed location,” Megan barked in the direction of Ops, already working at her side console to do what she could. “And see what you can do about filtering out the interference. We need to find the away team and get them out of there."
"That will not be easy Commander, the Iotians should not have this level of technology at their disposal," Monica reported as her latest attempt failed to penetrate the field.
(Megan)
Monica had never dealt with illegal weapon activity, but she realized that she might find an answer there. She immeidately found all references to known weapon merchants and their specilization in weapons.
"Commander do you know anything about dampening fields?" Monica asked hoping that her question didn't come out like a stupid question of the year nomination," I'm referring more to the power source."
(Megan)
"Commander, its obvious that the communications blackout was orchestrated and that power is being controlled by someone. I suggest we actually cause a blackout," Monica said," we could make a modified EMP bomb that would hopefully disable the field at least momentarily."
(Megan)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2010 14:34:50 GMT
ooc: captain I modded in my tag in your post...saves double quoting here....
"Captain, Doctor. With all due respect, can the two of you deal with this later? If you didn't notice, we have a bit of a situation here."
Nathan had continued to glare at the captain despite the younger man's reassurance that no insult was intended. "There may not be a later commander," the physician retorted, "it has to be now." But he wasn't blind; they were surrounded and quite in the open at that. "And the captain's remarks just now were hardly diplomatic, his words may have endangered us all. They outnumber us, surrender would be the wisest of options."
[Matt]
Valad was [word deleted]. "Ok, how about this. Doctor, please come over here by me." Valad indicated the spot next to him, which was behind a decently large rock surface with a clear view of two of the doors. "Its behind a rock," he said to Captain Reynolds, "and you can still shoot people," he said to Nathan. His comments could easily be offensive and at the time, that was the least of his worries.
There was no mistaking the order in Tavik's tone, so Nathan ducked back behind the rocks, drawing his phaser. "I don't want to shoot anyone," he argued, "it is not in my nature." He looked on in horror as the captain was shot, and started out of their cover, only to be yanked back down. Phaser fire commenced over their heads, and even he was forced to fire off the occasional shot.
[Valad]
Nathan turned to glare at him. "He's injured. If I don't help, we may not have a later for him to be in."
[Valad]
"Just cover me commander. I doubt they'd shoot a doctor on sight." Medkit in hand, he started to crawl over to where Matt was crouched. "How bad?" he demanded, as he flipped open his tricorder. "Don't argue captain. How bad is it." He ducked again as the enemy continued to fire, shots going past them, barely missing them both.
[Matt]
"And just how long do you think you can continue like this if I don't treat your injury? Shall I have Colonel Traks come to hold you down while I work? As he too is a doctor, I'm sure he'll happily help me out here."
[Matt]
Nathan smiled devlishly. "Now that's a good captain," he praised as he bandaged the wound after cauterizing it. "When we're done it's straight to sickbay with you. That's an order captain."
[Matt]
"Colonel Traks!" Nathan called to the senior marine, "cover the captain, he's injured. Just keep him from doing anything stupid would you?"
[Traks]
Smiling again, Nathan patted Matt on his shoulder, then started crawling back to Valad.
[Valad, does he make it there?]
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 27, 2010 5:13:50 GMT
"Captain, Doctor. With all due respect, can the two of you deal with this later? If you didn't notice, we have a bit of a situation here."
"Commander Tavik, I know the situation and if you really want to [word deleted] me off even more than you have today keep on talking," Matt said as he stared down the operations officer. He was lucky that he had more pressing issues to deal with at the moment. Matt forgot about his young officer's remark and tried to deal with the situation at hand.
"And the captain's remarks just now were hardly diplomatic, his words may have endangered us all. They outnumber us, surrender would be the wisest of options."
"Doctor, I will say this just once we will not surrender to these people," Matt said so that only his team could hear him," we already know that they are willing to execute the Ambassador and the freely elected government of this planet. If they have us, they will gain a bigger bargaining chip."
Once again forgetting about the two men nearest him, Matthew Reynolds focused on the Iotian in front of him. While the conversation was tense, Matt believed that they would be able to come to a mutual understanding. This didn't happen and before he knew what had happened, he screamed in pain.
"Just cover me commander. I doubt they'd shoot a doctor on sight." Medkit in hand, he started to crawl over to where Matt was crouched. "How bad?" he demanded, as he flipped open his tricorder. "Don't argue captain. How bad is it." He ducked again as the enemy continued to fire, shots going past them, barely missing them both.
"I've had worse," Matt replied with a gritted smile," I can and will continue in this fight doctor."
"And just how long do you think you can continue like this if I don't treat your injury? Shall I have Colonel Traks come to hold you down while I work? As he too is a doctor, I'm sure he'll happily help me out here."
"As you can see Colonel Traks is busy trying to keep us alive," Matt said as he stopped Nathan and began to return fire. He wasn't able to keep his attack up and so the captain relented and allowed Nathan to begin his work.
"Now that's a good captain," he praised as he bandaged the wound after cauterizing it. "When we're done it's straight to sickbay with you. That's an order captain."
"Doctor, I'll be damned if I'm stuck in sickbay when members of my crew are in danger," Matt replied," we must find and evacuate the Ambassador and return order to this planet."
(Nathan)
"Colonel Traks!" Nathan called to the senior marine, "cover the captain, he's injured. Just keep him from doing anything stupid would you?"
"Doctor since when I have I done anything stupid?" Matt asked smiling before returning his attention to the men in front of them. He knew things were not going well and if luck was not on their side they were about to be overrun.
"Captain," he said shaking his head. "I don't think we can keep this up. There are just too many of them."
"Valad Tavik, unless you want me to shoot you, you better continue to fire on the enemy," Matt hissed through the pain he was now feeling in his lower abdomen.
(Valad)
"Colonel Traks, I think it is time to use our frags," Matt said knowing full well that the grenades had as much chance of harming them as the enemy.
(Traks)
"Commander Tavik, uf you are done whinning I need you to cover my six," Matt said trying to get Nathan's attention as well. Once he had done that, Matt pointed to the ceiling. He was hoping that there had been some structural damage to the building and if they were lucky some concentrated phaser fire would make it collapse, "on my command doctor, fire!"
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Post by Valad Tavik on Apr 27, 2010 7:03:33 GMT
With the exception of Traks, the only surviving marine, the Federation team went into disarray. Valad was annoyed that Nathan and Captain Reynolds were going back and forth, and Valad had pushed the two even further with his comments. And what's more, the Captain refused to surrender. "Not one of your better judgements," Valad said, hopefully loud enough for the Captain to hear over the fire. Nevertheless, Valad continued to fire, even though he knew it was a lost cause. They had taken down several of the Iotians, but their hope had all but gone. At that point, Captain Reynolds ordered the use of frag grenades, obviously in the hopes that in would help in the situation, but they did little to thin the lines.
"Commander Tavik, if you are done whining I need you to cover my six." Valad looked at his CO as if he were a fool. "Ya think," he yelled back. Valad fired as many shots as he could, moving slightly away from the others to gain a better tactical spot.
Reynolds then indicated at the ceiling. Valad wondered what the Captain had planned. "on my command doctor, fire!"
Was he serious?! This was not going to work. This was suicide. Plain and simple. For a Captain, this was a mistake. "Not that it matters, but I'm officially lodging a protest."
But against all odds, an explosion of unknown origin rocked the area around them. The ceiling pieces started to fall. Suddenly, the ceiling caved in and the team was trapped.
Several minutes later, when the smoke clears...
Jeerten, with his remaining troops looked around the now crumbled building, searching for the Federation intruders. After several minutes, they had recovered a man wearing a uniform with no insignia, a marine, and the man who Jeerten suspected was Captain Reynolds. He was badly injured. "Take them and bandage them up. I need them alive." The found three dead marines from the team. "Wasn't there another? Find him."
Two of his troops left to find the other Federation crewman. Jeerten watched his troops gather the three now in his custody and whisked them away to detention center they had obtained in the war. Behind him, he heard three blasts that sounded as though they came from particle weapons. "I take it you found the other?" he asked into the communicator.
"He has been eliminated," came the harsh reply.
"I wanted him alive, you fool!" Jeerten was angry. "Never mind. Get back to base now!"
Jeerten fumed off wondering what he would do to the prisoners.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2010 3:24:24 GMT
"That won’t be easy, Commander. The Iotians shouldn’t have this level of technology at their disposal," Lieutenant Quindara replied, and Megan had to agree. It wasn’t within their ability to create such an effective dampening field, which meant they’d have to have acquired it from somewhere. Something felt very, very wrong here...
“Understood; just do what you can,” Commander Garrett replied, probably running through the very same attempts and procedures at her side console that Monica was trying at Ops. The unfortunate truth was that there was really only so much to do in an attempt to break through a dampening field, and really, most of it was just guesswork, trial and error, and if you managed to hit the right frequency, at the right time, in the right place, it was more luck than skill, and Megan was not a fan of luck.
"Commander, do you know anything about dampening fields?” Given most of her focus was on the small screen to her right, the question caught her completely off guard, earning Monica a raised eyebrow, though she quickly added, “I'm referring more to the power source. Commander, it’s obvious that the communications blackout was orchestrated and that power is being controlled by someone. I suggest we actually cause a blackout,” the Lieutenant suggested. “We could make a modified EMP bomb that would hopefully disable the field, at least momentarily," Monica added.
“That would work if we knew the source of the dampening field...” the First Officer mused. “Review the sensor records of the moment before we lost contact to look for any sort of power surge. That would give us a target. I’ll start on an analysis to determine the size of the area the dampening field encompasses. That will give us a good idea of the power levels that it’s using. We don’t want to overdo it, but we certainly don’t want to underestimate how much fire power is needed to turn it off.”
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The calculations involved in determining the extent of the dampening field’s range were complex, requiring a lot of testing to determine whether or not an area was fully, partially, or not accessible. Fortunately, it didn’t take too long to get a general idea of how large an area was completely blocked off, and soon enough, Megan had a fairly solid idea of just how powerful their power source was, and it became obvious that they spared no expense in acquiring an extremely power generator.
“Alright, I’ve calculated the strength of the power source, and therefore, the yield of the explosive required to create the necessary interference to cause a blackout and give us a window, hopefully long enough to pull our team out of there. Were you able to find any indication of where the power source is located?” she asked.
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“Good work. Program the appropriate yield and feed the coordinates to tactical,” the First Officer ordered, fixing her gaze on the display featuring the tranquil view of the planet below. It was time to ruin the ambush and get their people back safely.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 30, 2010 20:56:09 GMT
Lieutenant Monica Quindara USS Jefferson, Bridge
Monica was happy that she had been able to offer a possible solution to this terrible situation. She was not a tactical officer but she knew that something had to be done to help the away team. Commander Garrett gave her instructions and Monica was surprised to see just how difficult the calculations were to compute, but Monica was fairly certain that she had narrowed down the possible location of the field's power source. Her only fear was the possibilities of multiple power sources, but they would deal with that problem when and if it occurred.
"Dammit!" Monica said as she slammed her fist on her console. While the Jefferson's sensors were highly advanced, the destruction on the planet was making it even more difficult to find the possible location. The senors were reading energy build ups all over the city, but Monica had already determined that they were explosion caused by ruptured gas lines. As she worked to eliminate these false readings, Monica realized that certain military and political buildings had been left unscathed. She immediately began to focus her scans on that location.
“Alright, I’ve calculated the strength of the power source, and therefore, the yield of the explosive required to create the necessary interference to cause a blackout and give us a window, hopefully long enough to pull our team out of there. Were you able to find any indication of where the power source is located?” she asked.
"Commander I'm sending you my findings," Monica reported," I have only scanned the capital city and the surrounding countryside. I have highlighted the five places that showed a residual energy reading. We can attack these locations simultaneously.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2010 21:26:09 GMT
The moment she heard the soldiers returning to their location, Ezdrieana was prepared to make her move. That immediately changed when she realized that the soldiers were bringing injured prisoners to her location. They were unceremoniously dumped in her cell and to her shock she recognized the uniforms carried by the men.
"Jackson, stop gawking and help me get them better situated," Ezdrieana said as she picked up a wounded older man. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but was knocked out.
"Stay away from the prisoners, we are bringing in our own doctors to keep them stable," a guard said as he pointed his weapon at Ezdrieana.
"Do you see him here? I didn't think so, so stop being stupid and let me help them until your stupid doctor arrives," Ezdrieana said completely ignoring the guard. The guard could not be much older than a teenager and she felt sorry for the situation that his commanding officer had put him in. Jeerten was a popular war hero and powerful mob boss.
"Ambassador the marine seems to have suffered a head injury, but it doesn't look to serious," Jackson replied," but I cannot say the same thing about the captain here. He had already been treated to, but whatever that explosion had been had caused further injury."
(Nathan)
"Let me see him," Ezdrieana said happy that she had been trained in combat injuries. Whoever had treated the Captain was a capable doctor, but what worried her now was the apparently new injury on his back. To her surprise, the young captain started to regain consciousness.
(Matt)
"Whatever you did was really stupid captain," Ezdrieana said," but right now I need you to listen to me."
(Matt)
"A colonel and an unranked crewmen. Both of them should be fine," Ezdrieana said as he looked over to Jackson to supervise his work.
(Matt, Nathan, Traks)
"Captain I'm sorry to say that they brought only three of you," Ezdrieana replied already sensing the emotional pain that the young man next to her was already starting to have.
(Matt)
"Boy you better go get those doctors of yours," Ezdrieana said," if this man dies right now, his ship will blow your world out of existence."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 30, 2010 21:58:24 GMT
The explosion had worked, but almost instantly Matt knew that his plan had not gone as he had planned. The ceiling had collapsed, but a majority of it was closer to them than the enemy. In the few seconds before the debris crashed onto the atrium floor, Matt could hear the Iotians screaming to get out of the way. His team did the same, but unfortunately for Matt he was struck by some falling debris. One moment it seemed like a warzone and then it was silence.
Matt didn’t know how much time had passed, but he was unable to utter a single word. He could feel himself being carried somewhere and even though he wanted to fight them he was unable to. The next thing he knew he was thrown onto a cold hard rock floor. The moment that his body hit the floor his mind screamed in pain, but once again Matt was unable to portray that pain.
"Let me see him," a woman said who began to examine his wounds.
"That was stupid," Matt said as he tried to get up but was stopped by firm hands and a searing pain that made his eyes water.
“Ambassador I think someone is coming,” a man said who Matt would late learn was referred to as Jackson.
"Whatever you did was really stupid captain," Ezdrieana said," but right now I need you to listen to me."
"What about my team? There were eight of us," Matt said through the pain, “I need to know that my men are alright.”
"A colonel and an unranked crewmen. Both of them should be fine," Ezdrieana said.
"He's our doctor, you need to help him because right now he's the only one that can help us," Matt said," what about the rest of my team? There were eight of us."
(Nathan/Traks)
"Captain I'm sorry to say that they brought only three of you," Ezdrieana replied.
Matt immediately thought that maybe the rest of his team had been able to escape the atrium and get their bearings. He had to believe this otherwise he had been responsible for the death of five young men and women. "I can't believe that Valad might have been right. That stupid boy," Matt muttered before he passed out.
(Tag Nathan/Valad, Traks)
OOC: Valad you better be alive
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Post by Valad Tavik on May 1, 2010 2:07:46 GMT
Now there was even more smoke in the air. He was barely breathing in his own right, and it was barely air that he was breathing. His body was weak to begin with, but at each passing moment, he gained strength, enough strength to remember what had just transpired.
Valad and the away team had been cornered just after they beamed down. They were trapped and a firefight ensued, most likely causing the ceiling to collapse even though Captain Reynolds was just about to order them to shoot it down. Damn fool....
Suddenly, he heard some rubble crack in the distance. He inched backward with all his strength but he knew it would be to know avail. He frantically searched around for his phaser and saw it nearly ten feet away. He mustered all his strength and crawled over to the phaser. Valad caught the attention of the other two as he moved and they started after him. The front man fired his particle weapon as Valad reached the phaser. It hit his arm but did not kill him. He fired back twice, very luckily hitting them both. As they fell to the ground, he laid back. A communicator crackled on one of the now-dead bodies.
//"I take it you found the other?"\\
"Dammit..." Valad said to himself quietly. He crawled over to the body and found the communicator. "He has been eliminated," he said in a harsh voice even he did not recognize.
//"I wanted him alive, you fool. Never mind. Get back to base, now!"\\
Valad threw the communicator away and said, "be careful what you wish for, jack [word deleted]." He laid back and lost consciousness.
After an undeterminable amount of time, Valad came to in the spot where he last remembered. He was in pain. He had cuts and bruises, and quite obviously some sort of concussion. The injury that annoyed him the most was the shot arm. Had Captain Reynolds surrendered when he had the chance, none of this would have happened. The marines would not be dead and they all might be together, with a much better chance for survival. Valad's fumed. His anger pushed an adrenaline rush and he got enough strength to stand up. He picked up his phaser and started walking in a random direction. He had no idea where he was going, but he needed to move.
After what felt like thirty minutes, from what he could tell, he came up to some sort of barrier. It wouldn't easily allow him in but with a little force, he pushed through and ended up on the other side. The air was clear on this side, as if nothing of the warzone he had just been in was present. It was shocking. He took several deep breaths. As he filled his lungs up he became enraged. He started screaming out, mainly at Captain Reynolds for being such a fool. They were so close to a way out and he wouldn't even take the chance. He chose to simply try to kill everyone.
"DAMN YOU MATTHEW REYNOLDS!!"
Valad hoped for one thing. He would try to contact the Jefferson and have them beam down weapons with lots of explosives. Valad planned to blow the planet up. It made no difference if Reynolds was there or not. Everything was going down. He tried his communicator.
=/\= Tavik to Jefferson. Respond. =/\=
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2010 10:31:40 GMT
After the explosion, Nathan was dimly aware of being pulled to his feet. He'd been knocked aside when debris had come raining down on them, and one of the rocks had struck his head. He felt dizzy and disoriented, and the sound of the explosion and muffled his hearing.
In a daze, he allowed himself to be led, not feeling well enough to put up any sort of fight. He squinted against the light as they were led to what appeared to be some sort of cell. His muffled hearing picked up voices, that he couldn't discern.
]"Ambassador the marine seems to have suffered a head injury, but it doesn't look to serious," Jackson replied," but I cannot say the same thing about the captain here. He had already been treated to, but whatever that explosion had been had caused further injury."
Nathan tried to speak up, but to his utter amazement discovered he could not. He did have a burning feeling in his throat, that even the smallest attempt to cough made him feel different about trying again. The comment about head injury made him focus on Traks, though the movement of his head made the room spin for a moment. But Traks wasn't is priority, Reynolds was...
Slowly, he moved over to Matt's side and started to examine the shot-wound, which had started bleeding again. It'd need to be cauterized, and bound again, but with what? His med-kit was damaged in the blast, he feared for his medical supply. The doctor frowned as he felt an uncomfortable stabbing in his chest. ~not now~ he thought grimly ~please, not now!~
"A colonel and an unranked crewman. Both of them should be fine," Ezdrieana said as he looked over to Jackson to supervise his work.
"He's our doctor, you need to help him because right now he's the only one that can help us," Matt said," what about the rest of my team? There were eight of us."
Again, Nathan tried to speak up, but still his voice would not co-operate. Drawing the Trill's attention, he pointed at the damaged med-kit, then at himself, nodding carefully in agreement with Matt's words. His expression was grim, his face and hair covered in dust, though a small trickle of blood ran down his right temple and matted part of his hair. The doctor looked a little pale and shaken, but otherwise well enough.
"Captain I'm sorry to say that they brought only three of you," Ezdrieana replied.
Matt immediately thought that maybe the rest of his team had been able to escape the atrium and get their bearings. He had to believe this otherwise he had been responsible for the death of five young men and women. "I can't believe that Valad might have been right. That stupid boy," Matt muttered before he passed out.
"Boy you better go get those doctors of yours," Ezdrieana said," if this man dies right now, his ship will blow your world out of existence."
Nathan simply stared at his unconscious captain for a moment, wondering what his last words had meant. Again, he drew Ezdreiana's attention, trying to make it clear that he was a doctor. In silence, he knelt beside Matt and ripped away his uniform. Clearly distressed, he examined the younger man's injuries by hand since his tricorder had been smashed. Quietly, he pulled his own tunic over his head, revealing a black shirt that snugly hugged his well-shaped torso, and started to shred his tunic into strips. He used the strips to form a pressure bandage on the captain's injuries, then rose to his feet and gestured for Traks to sit down so he had better access to his head-wound.
All the while, he never said a word. Not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2010 3:48:19 GMT
"Commander, I'm sending you my findings," Monica reported. "I have only scanned the capital city and the surrounding countryside. I have highlighted the five places that showed a residual energy reading. We can attack these locations simultaneously.”
“Send the locations to tactical,” Megan replied, turning her attention to a new and fairly green looking Ensign there. “Program a spread of torpedoes armed with the modifications to strike the targets simultaneously. We won’t know how long their equipment will be blacked out, so we’ll need as long as possible to have a shot at contacting the team and pulling them out,” the Commander ordered, turning back to face the viewscreen and silently hoping there weren’t too many people in those vicinities, particularly not civilians or their own people. Once the Ensign reported that he was ready to fire, the First Officer took a deep breath and ordered, “Fire.”
The display was illuminated by the five glittering torpedoes as their hurtled away from the Jefferson, become brighter as they descended though the atmosphere, and then disappearing as they approached the surface, followed by synchronized flashes indicating detonation at the target sites. For a few moments, the only sound that could be heard was the rapidly trilling consoles processing sensor data. Then, finally, sensors began to clear. “We’ve got five commbadges, Ma’am, but we can’t get a lock. They’re located very close to one of the target sites, and the interference hasn’t fully cleared yet,” the tactical officer reported, causing Megan’s heart to drop.
If those explosions had killed three of the team, even destroying their commbadges preventing the retrieval of their bodies, her decision had been a costly one, not to mention whether or not the five commbadges they were reading were attached to lifesigns... “Lieutenant,” Commander Garrett began, turning back to Ops and trying to dismiss her worst fears. “Estimated time until we get a clear scan or a commlink through the interference? Will we be able to get a lock before the blackout ends?”
<Tag Monica>
Almost as an answer to at least one of her questions, a static filled comm channel opened and a barely discernible voice spoke. =/\= Tavik to Jefferson, respond.=/\=
Glad that there was at least one crewmember she hadn’t killed Megan, glanced briefly at Monica, who already appeared to be attempting to clear up the channel, before replying. “We’re working on getting you out of there, Commander. We are picking up four other commbadges in your vicinity, but three are missing. Can you tell me what happened?” Commander Garrett asked, hoping they got a lock soon.
<Tag Valad>
“Understood,” Megan responded, feeling sorrow at the loss of four Marines, but a tiny bit of relief that she hadn’t caused their deaths, which made her feel guilty just for feeling any sort of relief at such awful news. The sound of the sensors picking up a lifesign dragged her attention back to her side console, where she could make out a single life sign reading lined up with one of the commbadges, clearly Valad. The other four commbadges remained lifeless, which was another stark reminder of the life lost, but if they had sensors, they would soon have transporters. “We’ve got you on sensors, so we should be able to beam you out soon,” the Commander reported, glancing in the direction of Monica at Ops again, hoping for good news.
<Tag Monica and Valad>
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on May 7, 2010 1:10:02 GMT
Lieutenant Monica Quindara USS Jefferson, Bridge
Monica was in the process of responding to Commander Garrett's questions when the garbaled voice of Valad Tavik came through the comm system. At that very moment a huge weight was lift off Monica's shoulders, she now knew that the man she loved was alive and safe.
=^=Monica, I need more power allocated to the transporters. I'm working on trying to get out away team back home=^= Kristin said obviously worried that she would not be able to do help Matthew.
=^=Understood, you can use as much power as you need=^= Monica replied not even running her decision by Megan. While she already knew that there would be no objection, she realized that it was important to keep the chain of command intact in times of emergencies.
"Commander Garrett, I'm afraid that we will have limited comm ability. It seems our emp bombs damaged our combadges again. We will be lucky if we can keep a permanent link with Commander Tavik," Monica reported saddened that she was not able to report something better," our scans are already running at peak efficiency and we are still having difficulty scanning the planet."
(Megan)
=^=Monica, the interference is to great. We'll be lucky if we are able to transport Valad of the planet. We also have to be careful because their is a real probabilty that the transport buffers will blow out. We need him to stay still for me to get a lock. You need to make sure he stays put=^= Kristin said.
"Commander I suggest that we transport Commander Tavik right now," Monica said," he is known to do very stupid things sometimes."
(Megan)
=^=Valad, this is Monica. I need you to stay put. Kristin needs to get a secure lock on you and she will not be able to do that if you keep moving=^=
Monica did not wait to hear Valad's reply as she quickly initiated the transport once Valad had stopped moving.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2010 5:14:42 GMT
While the situation seemed to have gotten worse for them, Ezdreiana believed that their rescue was in closer than ever. She didn't know the young captain next to her, but she knew of him. Her son, T'Brel Peers, had spoken highly of the Jefferson's commanding officer and the adventures of the crew were known throughout the quadrant.
"Jackson, I think we can safely assume that this man is the doctor that the captain was referring to," Ezdreiana said to her assistant," for what ever reason I don't think that he can speak properly at the moment, but you are to help him anyway possible."
"How will I know what he wants?" Jackson asked.
"Don't be a fool, Percy!" Ezdreiana said annoyed. She only referred to her assistant by his given name when he said something rather stupid," he is a doctor and can still communicate with you. He can obviously hear and his other senses seem to be unaffected."
(Nathan)
"Doctor, if you need anything we can try to get it for you," Ezdreiana said as she grabbed the last remaining of her rations," here its important that you stay healthy. You need to remain strong so you can tend to us after our interrogations."
(Nathan)
"Now, now Ambassador, we will be civil," Jeerten smirked as he opened the door to their cell," you are all foreign invaders and in the end you will all die. I wonder if the fish will enjoy your company?"
"Your mob mentality is getting rather old," Ezdreiana said annoyed," organized crime will not continue to run this world."
"You are wrong. You have already seen how we dealt with the parliamentary government and Starfleet," Jeerten said with a laugh," the people are hiding in fear as we speak. You do not see any resistance against me!"
"Did you bring your doctors?" Ezdreiana said already tired of this conversation.
"Yes, we cannot have you looking like peasants when we hang you," Jeerten jeered as he left the cell and continued to laugh at the current situation. Ezdreiana quickly forgot about Jeerten and turned her attention back to the injured. The doctor seemed more agitated as the Iotians approached his injured captain.
"If you don't move we'll make you move you stupid son of....." one of the doctors said before Ezdreiana cut him off.
"Doctor let them help them please," Ezdreiana said as she brought him some of the new rations that had been brought including some very needed water.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2010 19:54:49 GMT
"Don't be a fool, Percy!" Ezdreiana said annoyed. She only referred to her assistant by his given name when he said something rather stupid," he is a doctor and can still communicate with you. He can obviously hear and his other senses seem to be unaffected."
Nathan nodded vigorously, even though he grimaced when said nodding caused his vision to blur. When she used the word 'doctor' he had patted himself on the chest, indicating that he was indeed a doctor.
"Doctor, if you need anything we can try to get it for you," Ezdreiana said as she grabbed the last remaining of her rations," here its important that you stay healthy. You need to remain strong so you can tend to us after our interrogations."
The Human doctor shook his head, pushing the hand that held the rations back at her. He wasn't hungry and it was likely that anything he did eat would hurt his already burning throat even more. If anything, he wanted something cool to drink, to soothe his throat. Even swallowing was painful, as well as simple breathing.
He listenend with interest as the Trill woman asked about doctors, though his eyes narrowed in suspicion. No-one touched the injured captain, but him. He was certain Matt would trust him to keep him safe and out of the hands of quacks. He moved to crouch protectively before the captain, all the while keeping an eye on him from the corner of his eyes. He still had a massive headache due to being struck on the head by something, and his chest was still causing a stabbing pain, which lanced out into his left arm, but he ignored his own discomfort. The captain had his priority.
"If you don't move we'll make you move you stupid son of....." one of the doctors said before Ezdreiana cut him off.
"Doctor let them help them please," Ezdreiana said as she brought him some of the new rations that had been brought including some very needed water.
Gratefully, Nathan sipped the water, then spat it out as swallowing hurt too much. He coughed, leaning over to balance himself with his hand placed on the floor. He moved aside to let the Iotan doctors see the captain, but he batted their hands away when they tried to touch him. Lightly, he patted the captain's body, then tapped his own chest, to indicate that only he would touch him.
Carefully, he took what looked to be a pair of scissors from them, and cut the uniform away from his body, revealing a nasty burn that scorched the ribs on his left side. What the captain really needed, was oxygen, but how to ask for an oxygen mask, without voice? He had no idea, so he tried to symbolise it, casting them a pleading look.
As he supervised the doctors, he carefully cradled Matt in his arms, moistening his mouth with a few drops of water, running one hand through his hair. They were not friends, Nathan knew, at least not good friends. They had too many disagreements, to be considered good friends. But, contrary to appearance, Nathan trusted Matt completely. Otherwise, would he entrust his son into the man's care, to play with his son? Would he have accompanied the captain, if he didn't?
He cradled the man close, an ironic smile playing at the corners of his mouth. If he hadn't already been married, and Jayden would see him like this without knowing the full story, Nathan knew the young marine might even be jealous. He knew he would be, if he saw another man in Jayden's arms, without knowing what was going on. Hold on, he thought grimly, just hold on captain. We'll get out of this. It was too bad the captain wasn't a telepath, and that there were no other telepathis in this team. How he wished for one to be there now!
[Iotan doctors, Ez, other Iotans]
Aboard the Jefferson
Jayden had spent most of the day on the holodeck, but had to call the training short when the holo-emitters somehow managed to short out. Not even the most skilled marine engineer could get the emitters back up again, despite his best efforts.
Sighing, he dismissed his company to their free time as he couldn't just go and use another holodeck. It had been a few hours since the awayteam had beamed down, thus he figured there might be an update on their situation. He did have a company standing by in case they might be needed, they were just one call away.
Freddy he had left in the care of his teacher, while Angel was left in Donovan's care since he was enjoying a day off. He'd be picking up Freddy from school too, in the event of him being unavailable. Sighing again, the young marine made his way to the bridge to requisition repairs on the holodeck. "Ma'am, holodeck two has shorted out, could you have an engineer take a look?"
[Megan]
Without invitation, Jayden sank down in the first officer's chair. "Any word from the team?" he asked softly, clearly concerned about his husband. "Do you think they're all right down there?"
[Megan]
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2010 20:03:32 GMT
"Is your captain going to be alright?" Ezdrieana asked already knowing what the doctor's response would be. She knew that without proper medical equipment the wound might become infected and the captain would be in even more serious trouble.
(Nathan)
"Ambassador it does not matter, you'll be hanged in two days," Jeerten said as he walked into the cell," we are already repairing our communication network and your execution will be aired throughout the country."
"Jeerten, you are a fool. Not only would you be killing a high ranking Federation diplomat but a Starfleet captain as well," Ezdreiana said," the Federation will destroy you."
"They can try," Jeerten said as he motioned for his men to empty the room," I hope you enjoy your final days."
Ezdreiana was fuming at the stupidity displayed by the Iotians. Didn't they know that if they killed them, they would be in far worse shape than they are know. At that moment Ezdreiana knew that she could no long care about the Iotians plight. She needed to get them safely off the planet before she could do anything else.
"Doctor, we need to get our captain here prepped to move as soon as possible," Ezdreiana said," I know it is not ideal, but if we don't somehow escape within forty eight hours we'll be dead alongside your captain."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2010 6:12:08 GMT
~Shortly After the Away Team Left~
“Ma’am, we’ve got a shuttle approaching sending a docking request. They’ve just dropped out of warp and should rendezvous in approximately twelve minutes,” the young pilot at the helm reported. “Their authorization codes appear to check out.”
‘Ah, our new Chief Engineer,’ Megan mused, feeling a slight twang. Commander T’Ress and she had joined the Jefferson at roughly the same time. It was always sad to see fellow officers leaving and moving on, but it was part of the Starfleet life. “Grant them clearance, Ensign,” she ordered, briefly torn. She usually made it a point to greet new officers who came in via shuttle or transporter as opposed to while the Jefferson was docked at a starbase, but since Captain Reynolds was on the surface and she was in command, that wasn’t exactly an option. Fortunately, she had an idea. “Commander Garrett to Ensign Garrett,” she began over the comm.
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Marina didn’t really get why her sister had asked her to greet a new engineer? It just didn’t make much sense to her, as an Ensign, junior security and brig officer, not to mention still a relatively newer member of the crew. Everyone knew that the Captain was on the planet below and that the second officer and the former Chief Engineer had just accepted another assignment, so there was a bit of a vacuum as far as the welcome wagon was concerned, but seriously...was she the best they had? That was a scary thought. In truth, Ensign Garrett didn’t mind and was a tiny bit proud of the assignment, or at least she would be had she not been in the lounge before her shift, eyeing a particularly hot crewmember whom she couldn’t remember seeing before. She could only hope that he had happened to overhear the assignment, as well as her name, and be intrigued enough to locate her later.
As the doors to the shuttle bay parted, Marina glanced around hoping to locate the engineer quickly. There was still a little over half an hour left before her shift, and if she could just get back to the lounge, maybe... “Hey, are you Ensign...uh, Richland?” she asked the first woman she spotted in a gold uniform. “Or know where she is?”
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~Present Time~
=/\=Monica, I need more power allocated to the transporters. I'm working on trying to get out away team back home,=/\= the voice of their transporter chief reported.
“Understood, you can use as much power as you need,” Monica replied before addressing Megan. "Commander Garrett, I'm afraid that we will have limited comm ability. It seems our EMP bombs damaged our commbadges again. We will be lucky if we can keep a permanent link with Commander Tavik. Our scans are already running at peak efficiency, and we are still having difficulty scanning the planet," she said.
“Do what you can to keep the channel open,” Megan replied. “And try to track his lifesign on the sensors as long as possible. They could block us out any moment.”
=/\=Monica, the interference is too great. We'll be lucky if we are able to transport Valad of the planet. We also have to be careful because there is a real probability that the transport buffers will blow out. We need him to stay still for me to get a lock. You need to make sure he stays put,=/\= Kristin informed the Operations Officer.
"Commander, I suggest that we transport Commander Tavik right now. He is known to do very stupid things sometimes," Monica suggested, and Megan had to agree.
“Do it,” Commander Garrett agreed, hoping that they could at least get Valad out.
“Valad, this is Monica. I need you to stay put. Kristin needs to get a secure lock on you and she will not be able to do that if you keep moving,” Lieutenant Quindara informed her boss over the commlink before she attempted to initiate the transport.
There was a lengthy pause while the transporter attempted to lock on, initiate, and hopefully complete its process. “Did we get him?” Commander Garrett finally asked.
<Tag All> (sorry Nathan – I’ll get to your tags once we know for sure about Valad)
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on May 24, 2010 6:27:58 GMT
OOC: The parts concerning Valad Tavik were sent to me by him through email
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=/\= “We’re working on getting you out of there, Commander.=/\=
He tried to interrupt, “I don’t want to get out of here, beam me down a rifle and some plasma charges.” She continued…
=/\=We are picking up four other commbadges in your vicinity, but three are missing. Can you tell me what happened?”=/\=
Valad fumed. “Yeah I’ll tell you what happened. Matthew Reynolds, also known as the mission fool, decided to bring down a building on top of us. All I know is that some of the Marines are dead. I don’t know how many or if any of the others made it.”
=/\= Understood. We’ve got you on sensors. We should be able to beam you out soon.=/\=
“NO! Does anybody listen to me around here?” He said, knowing full well he was likely talking to himself. “Rifles! Charges! I’m going back and blowing the place sky high!” For the moment the channel was silenced. “Oh brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!” He raised his hands up towards the sky as if asking some higher being why he had been dragged into this mess.
The comm opened again. =/\= Valad, this is Monica. I need you to stay put. Kristin needs to get a secure lock on you and she will not be able to do that if you keep moving. =/\=
“Really?” Valad immediately started moving around so they couldn’t locate him. He started going up the hill, but the ground beneath him gave way and he fell backwards coming to a stop at the bottom of it. He began to feel himself dematieralize. “No. Damn it I’m not leaving this place. This is bull….” The last words were cut off as he disappeared from the ground.
As he rematerialized in the main transporter room and felt hard ground beneath him, Valad immediately looked up at the transporter chief. He got up and walked over to her, preparing to give her a lecture. But he stopped. “You know what? This isn’t your fault. You were doing what you were supposed to be doing. Thank you.” He turned and walked out of the transporter room to go to the bridge.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on May 24, 2010 8:14:11 GMT
Lieutenant Monica Quindara USS Jefferson, Bridge
Monica didn't wait for permission as she bolted out of the bridge and towards the transporter room. Even though she knew that Valad was safely on the Jefferson, she wanted to see him in the flesh. In all the anxiousness of the last few minutes, Monica had failed to realize that Valad had not wanted to be transported . He had actually asked for more weapons. The thought that he would stupidly go back into that situation infuriated her. The moment the doors opened, she froze.
In front of her was a dirty dis shoveled visibly angry Valad Tavik and for a split second Monica didn't know what to do.
"What the hell was that all about!" Monica asked as she approached Valad, "why didn't you want to go come back up? I thought you were dead and when I find out you are ok, you want to go and get yourself killed. Is this a man thing? How stupid are you? How...."
Valad outstretched his arms as she came towards him. “Oh this is unbelievable. First I get a building dropped on me by my Captain and now my girlfriend is turning this into a battle of the sexes.” He walked past her and threw his arms up in the air. With every ounce of sarcasm he could muster, he said, “My day is going great sweetheart. How are you?” He walked down the corridor, turned, and said, “the next time I give you an order, Follow it!”
"Valad Tavik, if you take one more step we are over!" Monica screamed not caring who would hear. As she approached Valad, she felt conflicting emotions. She was ecstatic that Valad was safe, but his attitude towards the entire situation was out of place. His anger towards Matthew Reynolds was out of place and she didn't want him in anymore danger. "Garrett's orders supersede yours and until you are in her chair that will not change."
‘What a move’ he thought to himself. Valad half considered continuing on, but something inside him itched at the thought of losing Monica for something so trivial, even if she was pulling the card herself. He stopped. “Don’t tempt me. I have every problem with her not being down there and leaving that fool to fend for himself. He was acting like a child and at this point, the only reason I would want him out of the grave is so I can send him back myself!!”
The slap across Valad's face could be heard by everyone on the deck and at that point Monica was ready to do it again. "That man you are talking about has saved my life countless of times. While none of us are perfect, he did what he believed was right." Even though she stood by her actions, Monica couldn't overcome her feeling of guilt for hitting him. She was ready to cry, but she stopped herself.
"I'm sorry," Monica said softly as she walked back into the lift.
As she walked in the lift, Valad touched the spot where he was slapped it was tender. Having never been slapped by a woman before, he said, “Wow, so that’s what it feels like. I’ve finally grown up.” He walked into the turbolift, slightly calmed down. “You know. Captain Reynolds and I have been at each other’s throats all day today. He caught me in the hangar for his shuttle about an hour before we first went down."
At first, Monica couldn't reply. Her feelings had finally overcome her senses and she was silently crying. She turned away from Valad and said nothing.
Valad stood still for a moment. He looked over at Monica who had turned away from him. ‘Be strong, Valad. Don’t let it win you over…’ He looked at her again, before closing his eyes and sighing. “Computer, halt turbolift.” He turned to Monica and gently touched one shoulder and turned her around. “Look at me.” He sighed again, as he knew he was losing the battle. “I’m sorry. I just get so frustrated when he does stupid things like that. I’m not trying to take it out on you.”
"Valad you don't get it do you," Monica said," it was his call to make. You can agree or disagree. He is our captain and we will follow his orders. He is a human being like you and me. He could very well be dead right now and all you can think about is how stupid he is."
‘One could only hope’ Valad thought. “One thing you are going to have to learn about me is that I won’t allow my crewmates to lose their lives because of one man’s ego. I don’t care how many pips he has on his collar. And if death doesn’t stop him, I will. No matter what you, Garrett, or anyone else says. Those marines lost their lives because of Matthew Reynolds’ ego, I won’t stand for it.” He sighed and straightened up. "Now we can only hope that the rest of them are still down there."
"Valad are you insane?" Monica asked," do you honestly believe that Matt's ego got in the way. There is no one on this ship that cares more about the crew than Matthew Reynolds. Those marines followed their Captain into battle and they lost their lives. You believing that they died to satisfy the whims of the captain are ludicrous. I love you and I'm happy that you are alive but right now...."
Valad just shook his head. “I give up. Resume lift.” He backed away from her, resting on the opposite wall. He said nothing.
The lift signaled there arrival and both of them departed when Monica entered the bridge."Commander Garrett, Commander Tavik is fine as you can see," Monica said motioning Valad," what are your orders?"
Valad followed her out. At this point there was no need for him to speak. He simply stood to the side of the ops station, crossed his arms, and glared at the viewscreen.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2010 13:36:36 GMT
"Is your captain going to be alright?" Ezdreiana asked already knowing what the doctor's response would be. She knew that without proper medical equipment the wound might become infected and the captain would be in even more serious trouble.
Still unable to speak, much to his own annoyance, Nathan simply nodded in acknowledgement. He had cleaned out the injury as much as possible and had ripped up both his own tunic as well as that of the captain to properly bandage him. Now, as he sat listening to the exchange between the Trill ambassador and their Iotan captors, he didn't know what should worry him more, the captain's predicament, or their overall predicament.
If they didn't get out soon, they'd all be killed. Nathan swallowed at the prospect of being hanged, he knew from textbook experience that hanging wasn't a pleasant way to die. If one was lucky, the neck would break, causing instant death by what was known as a hangman's fracture. If one was not, one could die a slow agonizing death by choking.
Shivering, the doctor pulled the unconscious captain up against his chest, cradling him as if he would a sleeping child and wrapped his arms around him. He rested his head on top of Matt's, trying desperately to keep him at least comfortable to some degree, as well as warm. Their cell wasn't the warmest or most comfortable of places.
He looked up, when Ezdreiana addressed him again, wondering what it was that she wanted this time. Didn't she understand that he'd done all he could? That he didn't have the means, or even the energy to do more than he already had? Oh, how he wished he could tell her already, by one form or another.
"Doctor, we need to get our captain here prepped to move as soon as possible," Ezdreiana said," I know it is not ideal, but if we don't somehow escape within forty eight hours we'll be dead alongside your captain."
The captain was as prepped as he could possibly get, what more did the woman want? He hadn't seen her offer any of her, far cleaner, garments to be ripped up to serve as bandage, nor had he indicated she should, at that. And how would she propose they escape? It was dangerous to move Matt, and he knew for certain that she knew too. Yet, he nodded his acknowledgement, signaling for her to lead the way while he indicated he'd carry the captain.
Idly, he brought his hand to his throat and rubbed it, already imagining the noose around his neck. No, this wasn't good. Tears sprang to his eyes as his thoughts drifted to his husband and children, how he might never see them again. The doctor averted his gaze, not wanting the diplomat to see his tears, not wanting her to think of him as weak.
(Ezdreiana/Matt)
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