Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on May 20, 2014 20:10:02 GMT
OOC: Posting as Commander Wedlerson aboard the Raven ...IC:" .... There is a building beneath the surface, approximately one hundred metes below the surface, fifty meters square and thirty nine meters in depth, but everything from the ground up ...... Is fake." Harry watched as almost in some bizarre slow-motion, the USS Sagan approached the facsimile of Star Fleet Headquarters and the Raven's away team. Fourteen seconds painstakingly turned to thirteen, then twelve ...
"Do we have a lock on them yet !" he asked, trying hard to control his concern.
"The shield is still in place Sir." the Duty Tactical Officer informed him, "There will be less than a second once the ship impacts the force-field itself, before the ship makes contact with the ground, erm, the 'real' ground that is, not the building Sir." Harry watched the chronometer above the massive view-screen, it showed him that there was less then eight seconds now before the ship crashed. Then he had an idea, he jumped to his feet:
"Lock phaser's on the saucer section of the Sagan ... QUICK !" he ordered, the Tactical Officer doing as instructed instantly before confirming the lock. Harry looked at the time once more, Two seconds .....
"FIRE !"
A beam, over one hundred and twenty Gigajoules of almost pure energy, lanced from the underside of the Raven and covered the distance to it's target in one hundredth of a second. It slammed into the unprotected hull and ripped it apart, travelling along the curve as the ship effectively sliced itself in two. 'That must make for one hell of a sight from the other side' Harry thought as the combined energy from the phaser's ans the inertia from the Sagan smashed into the shield surrounding the facsimile.
The neck, joining the Saucer to the Engineering Section of the Sagan crumpled as if in thick, clinging syrup as Commander Milyanov frantically attempted to establish a lock before the 'real' ship crushed the existence from the away team.
"Whenever you are ready Mister Milyanov." Wedlerson said, outwardly calm.
The engineering Section slammed into the ground, pylons ruptured, and both nacelles sheered off, burying themselves in the ground over one hundred meter below the surface, and then it happened ... The matter / anti-matter of the warp drive finally mixed ... The resulting explosion instantly vaporized ten percent of the moon and Wedlerson ordered the shields raised and the Raven turned away from the cataclysmic explosion ... The shock-wave hit them two seconds later, almost buckling the Starboard shields and tossing the massive Star Ship into space like a snowflake in the fiercest hurricane imaginable ! ......
ooooo00000ooooo
As the crew climbed to their feet, Harry ran to Milyanov, eyes darting over console looking for the transporter reading's ... The Assistant Engineer reset the station and pointed to a set of life-readings. They were being held in the transporters' buffers. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing for a few seconds then nodded to Milyanov ......
ooooo00000ooooo
He almost fell through the doors of Transporter Room One, followed closely by Milyanov, neither knowing what they would be confronted with. Seeing the away team all there, bruised, dirty, dusty, some bleeding from minor cuts. Medical Teams were already treating the worst of the injuries. Commander Watson was semi-conscious, while the Admiral was suffering a severe concussion. He knelt beside Calli, wiping the blood away from her eyes before helping her to her feet than allowing a Nurse to take over. The other's, all injured to some extent seemed more 'suspicious' than relieved, to suddenly find themselves on board the Raven,
"Get the injured to Sick-bay. I am going back to the Bridge. We're in trouble !"
Calli asked the simple question they all needed to know the answer to:
"Is this the real one ?" Harry looked at the Raven Officer's and finally nodded.
"Then to 'HELL' with Sick-bay !" Blakus said, looking at Calli before the two of them followed Harry and Milyanov out of the Transporter Room ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 21, 2014 0:23:55 GMT
As the Sagan impacted the facility's shield a second blast joined with that first luminescent burst. An amber beam rifled through the atmosphere from an indistinct point in the hazy blue above headquarters. The Sagan's silhouette fractured along its spine, stardrive breaking from saucer, both black spindly elements spinning out of control as they passed through where the facility's spherical shield had been.
Andae's eyes widened, his mindset naturally absorbed with the mechanics and physics of what was about to unfold. Simply trying to destroy the Sagan - the Raven presumably the perpetrator - would not save the away team, if they were relying on the collapse of Eris's shield. Momentum dictated those segments of the splintered Sagan - already travelling at hundreds of metres per second - would continue to fly at its intended target, like the expanding fragments of a discharged shotgun shell.
Down to the transporter chief then, he mused, diving towards the shrubbery nearest to him. He lowered Torek on a grass verge and took cover near that famous tree under which many cadets studied beneath - that elm about which groundskeeper Boothby had given his many pep talks. Andae never had the pleasure of a conversation with the grizzled man himself - probably why he nearly failed the second year... He looked up from behind the bush, mouth dropping open; a fiery piece of wreckage was spinning towards him.
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"Well. It was a close call. And they nearly saved you," the voice observed.
Andae blinked, looking about, rubbing the mucus out of his eyes that stuck his eyelashes together like cruel webs resistant to light. Not that there was much of that. Darkness dominated. Stairwells rising into black all around, fading into impossible shadows mere feet away from him. The only light source was a dusty halogen lamp - fifty or so metres away - casting an ethereal glow on the occupant of a throne.
He was grabbed around the armpits, feet scrabbling on the ground, trying to gain a sense of orientation and fight off these strong-armed assailants. As it turned out there was only one: Bowler hat man; executioner's mask, hood and sickle gone.
"I did my best, Andae..." Ben Zielinski's voice echoed from across the cavernous hall, "But that plan was doomed to fail. You knew it. Bligh would know it... fellow engineer and all." Hollow chuckles.
Andae approached the dais, ushered by the bowler hat man who guided him with a slight grin. He stopped and regarded the bowler hat man. "Who are you actually?" he croaked.
The man pushed him forward, shoving him before the dais, at Orcus's feet. "A prisoner, like you," he offered.
"And I'm god of the underworld," Orcus-Zielinski intoned. "Don't you know your mythology, Andae? As Greco-Roman history unfolded, the name Orcus was conflated with other hellish deities. Orcus eventually became indistinguishable from Pluto, Hades. I rule the dead, Andae."
"I am not dead. This is a game. Always was. Eris controls you, friend." Andae cried, falling flat on his side, desperation setting in. "She plays her games."
Zielinski seemed to ponder, robes flapping about his sides, slouching in his throne bathed in its light. He rubbed his chin, head tipping from one side to the other. "Hell, you're right. The less like my captor I am the better. Just watch your back." Andae propped up an elbow, bemused. Zielinski sat forward, shook his head, pointing directly behind the engineer, "No. Watch your back."
The senator's dagger stabbed at him just as he vanished in the pearlescent glow of the transporter beam.
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"... Is this the real one ?" Calli asked. Harry looked at the Raven Officer's and finally nodded.
"Then to 'HELL' with Sick-bay !" Blakus said, looking at Calli before the two of them followed Harry and Milyanov out of the Transporter Room ..........
"Chief... I - " Milyanov began as they ran to engineering.
"Now's not the time, Lieutenant."
"I thought... I thought I was the new CEO." Milyanov grinned before turning serious. "We all thought you were gone. Kept up the search forever."
Andae frowned, asking how long had it been. "Four weeks."
The CEO nearly swooned. "I'm heading to the bridge. We've got a shockwave to outrun."
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Alex Watson
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Post by Alex Watson on May 21, 2014 17:28:36 GMT
“I’ve been working my influence for a long time, Alexander. Trying to break into Eris’s domain, her…mindscape…but it is very difficult. I have been able to alter a few things to keep you and your friends alive this long, but I fear that it can’t last.”
“So, what? You mean we’re all going to die? What can I do to stop it?”
Eirene smiled, and her gaze travelled to the sword strapped to Alex’s back.
“I needed a proper instrument to channel my power to break through entirely into Eris’ realm and stop her. She has great power to keep me out, but once I am inside her power will weaken severely, to the point where I can defeat her. I need your sword.”
“My…sword?” Alex asked. “Why would you need a Gandai relic?”
“It isn’t Gandai technology. Don’t you remember the warrior telling you it was thousands of years old when it came into his possession? These were the swords forged by my ancestors. We were one of the races that preceded the Gandai empire – in fact you could say that they built their empire through our technology.”
“But, you came to Earth…”
“Yes, we came to Earth, the few of us that were left. We thought that it would provide a new home for us – it was like our original home in so many ways. We thrived on the love and adoration that the humans gave us, and in return we gave back to them. Prometheus gave your species the knowledge of creating fire, Aphrodite awakened your capacity for love, Poseidon gave you the strong currents that carried your ships across the sea. Eventually, we all left – all except Apollo. He wouldn’t accept that our time on Earth was done, that the humans no longer worshipped us as they had. I wish I knew what became of him…he and I were good friends.”
“Apollo? Wait, I remember…something I read at the academy…the crew of one of our starships came across him over a century ago. I seem to remember…they were forced to destroy him…”
Eirene sighed. “Apollo could never accept that humans would one day be our equals…it does not surprise me to learn that that is how he died.”
“What do you need, then?”
“I need the sword. I will return it once the job is done. You are its true bearer now, that much is clear.”
Alex frowned, gripping the sword’s hilt and unsheathing it from his back slowly. He held it in front of him. Part of him was loath to part with it, as beautiful as it was – but he had a strange feeling that the Goddess of Peace would keep her word and return it. Sliding his hand around so that it he was holding it in a backwards grip, Alex offered the weapon to her. Eirene smiled, reaching out and taking it from him.
The second that her hand touched the hilt, she started to glow as if from within – wisps of white fire swirled around her and began to flicker onto the surface of the blade. Soon, the blade was glowing a fiery orange when, suddenly, it burst into flames of bright blue. Eirene reached out, taking Alex’s hand in her own.
“Let us go, Alexander.”
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It was an absolutely astonishing experience. Alex was hurtling through what felt and looked like a black thunderstorm at speeds that seemed to defy belief…except that the thunderstorm never ended. He gripped tightly onto Eirene, who was falling next to him, except that her fall was more of a dive: graceful, one arm outstretched holding the sword point down in front of her. Alex looked back and saw that they were leaving a kind of comet trail behind them of bright yellow.
Without warning, they came to a massive, instant halt. Alex’s organs didn’t slow down at the rate of the rest of his body, and he had no doubt that if Eirene had not been there to slow him down, he’d be a bloody splatter on…wherever the hell they were now.
His head spinning, he looked up and saw Eirene standing, one leg behind the other, her whole weight concentrated on pushing the sword, which was now burning an angry red, down. The tip of the blade had sunk into what Alex perceived to be some sort of invisible bubble, and Eirene slowly, slowly pushed it further in, levering the gap further and further apart. Alex heard a sudden burst of transmission, as if it were sent directly into his brain. He could only assume that it had escaped through the crack.
“.... ven to .. lenti .. unications diffic .. Be aware we are wor .. Engin .. lution .. ne hour fro .. “
“I THINK IT’S WORKING!” Alex shouted above the bellowing storm. Eirene made no response, her face was set, and a mixture of determination and fatigue covered her face. The sword’s glow changed from red to purple, flakes of incandescence flying off and evaporating into the ether. The sword slid a little further in, and another burst of comm-traffic beamed into Alex’s brain.
It was clear that Eirene was exhausted, she was slumped slightly, now, her body perspiring and groaning at the strain. Alex stumbled over to her, the storm buffeting and blowing at his body, making him feel as if any moment he was going to be swept out and away…who knows where?
“I CAN’T HOLD IT!” Eirene shouted. “SHE’S TOO STRONG NOW!”
Alex gritted his teeth and took the final steps towards her.
“WE CAN DO IT!” He screamed above the howl of the storm. “TOGETHER!” Alex grabbed the hilt above Eirene’s hands, and wrenched the sword with all his might.
There was a terrific clash of thunder as the bubble of chaos broke and began to collapse. Miles below, Eris screamed as her world began to disintegrate around her. Eirene darted towards her, sword still flaming.
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The next thing Alex knew he was lying in the medical bay, slowly coming to. His eyesight seemed fuzzy, and he blinked a few times to clear his eyes.
“Where…where am I?” he managed to ask.
“You’re on the Raven, sir.”
“The real one?”
“The real one, sir.”
Alex sat up slowly, nursing his temple. He was unsure of his own reality – whether what had happened to him with Eirene had been a dream, or something else…maybe some other elaborate part of Eris’ plan. He realised that his mind felt fuzzy too, and he shook his head to clear it.
“Sir, this materialised on one of the transporter pads. I believe it belongs to you.”
The ensign handed Alex his sword almost reverently. Alex noticed immediately that it had very subtly changed colour to retain a very slight bluish tint. It also felt warmer in his hand, almost as if it were responding physically to his touch. He shook his head slightly, standing up and resheathing the ancient weapon on his back.
“Sir, are you sure you-“
“Yes, ensign, I’m sure,” Alex responded, cutting the young woman off mid-sentence.
Striding slowly into the turbolift, Alex turned and quietly said, “Bridge.” The hum as the turbolift engaged was very comforting, as was the sight that awaited him when the doors opened.
“XO on the bridge!” a young Lieutenant stationed next to the door called as he snapped to attention.
“At ease, Lieutenant,” replied Alex, taking a step forward and smiling.
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OOC: Apologies for the absence. I’ve been having an extremely difficult time at work recently. Hopefully everything will be sorted soon, meaning I’ll be able to get on and post more.
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on May 22, 2014 19:09:04 GMT
Calli watched as the the cell holding the Admiral collapsed, throwing Torek across the room. She knew now that Eris was not going to allow them to leave. As they tried to help the Commanding Officer, a large section of the roof fractured and fell to the floor, burying cards, centurions, and most of the ornate table, it was then they noticed the ship ! They ran .. Carrying the Admiral and the semi-conscious Executive Officer into the Quadrangle outside. The sight was something out of a disaster movie of the twentieth century. The almost half million tonnes of the USS Sagan was coming through the cloud layer, the saucer section burnt and blackened by it's catastrophic plunge through the atmosphere. She realized that there was no way out of this now. Eris had lost all control, her facsimile of Star Fleet Headquarters was crumbling around her and even 'she' could not prevent the inevitable meeting between the Star Ship and the ground they now stood upon ... She looked at her colleagues, her friends, then at the still unconscious Carl, 'At least he would be spared the final moment' she thought, a tear forming for Bethan and Vanessa, sitting above and waiting their Fathers' return. Suddenly, a beam of energy lanced through the clouds, slamming into the saucer section and carving it from fore to aft, a micro-second later the ship impacted the shield Eris had used to sustain her illusion. The air spontaneously erupted as friction ripped molecules apart. The saucer slammed into the far side of the building less than one hundred meters from them, almost in complete silence, closely followed by the engineering section. The wall of the Command building exploded outwards and Calli could see massive pieces beginning to fall on the Raven crew. She closed her eyes as the nacelles crashed into the ground meters away burying themselves. The heat was unlike anything she could have imagined, and she had imagined countless scenario's of her own death over the years. Her skin began to boil as something gripped her in it's familiar cocoon ..... ooooo As she opened her eyes, she found it hard to comprehend what had happened ... Somehow, miraculously, the Raven had managed to pull them from the carnage of the crashing, exploding holocaust. How, she couldn't imagine. A Medic took her arm and pushed a hypo-spray against her neck before urging her to sit down before she fell down. Calli looked round, everyone was there, Carl, Andae, Marionette, looking less than one hundred percent, but then were any of them. Aeryn Tavik, Peers, everyone ... She looked at Andae's Engineer, Milyanov, and Commander Wedlerson: "Get the injured to Sick-bay. I am going back to the Bridge. We're in trouble !" he said. Calli asked the simple question they all needed to know the answer to: "Is this the real one ?" Harry looked at the Raven Officer's and finally, nodded. "Then to 'HELL' with Sick-bay !" Blakus said ! Bridge ...Everyone took there positions, young Lieutenant's almost leaping out of harms way as the Senior Staff, or at least, some of them, took up the Command. Blakus ran to the Engineering Section with Milyanov in tow, Harry went to Operations and Marionette, still missing large rents of artificial flesh, took the Helm. Calli ran to the massive view-screen watching the shock-wave approaching them at supersonic speed. "We need to turn the ship !" Blakus shouted working hard to increase the shield strength in the few seconds they had left. "HELM ... TURN US INTO THE WAVE ... NOW !" Calli ordered. Thankful the Android accepted her authority to make Command decisions as the turbo-lift doors opened. "XO on the Bridge." a young Security Lieutenant said, bizarrely snapping to attention. Everyone looked round: "At ease Lieutenant." the Executive Officer said, a wry smile on his face as he stepped down to the Command area but didn't take the center seat, just took hold as the inertial dampers struggled to hold them during the forced turn. The leading edge of the shock-wave smashed into the Galaxy Class Raven almost buckling the Starboard shields and tossing the massive Star Ship into space like a leaf ! ... The lighting failed than and artificial gravity fluctuated before that failed completely. They were in complete darkness .......... < tag : Andae / All >
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 24, 2014 13:59:05 GMT
The moment of the explosion's bow wave striking the Raven wasn't as bad as Andae had expected. In fact, it was much, much worse.
He floated, waving and kicking his arms and legs uselessly in the near darkness of the bridge. Console lights flickered, casting everyone's face in intermittent glows of amber, blue and red - colour dashing across their bodies. "OK, which way's up?" he said, believing he was lying roughly parallel to the deck, somewhere on the upper level. He wriggled about, trying to get his bearings relative to the tactical console.
"Right here, Chief," Milyanov grabbed his arm, pulling him to what he assumed was an upright position - floor beneath his feet. He pointed Blakus towards the engineering console (the Russian himself manning the auxiliary Mission Ops console with some engineering protocols having been redirected there).
Andae pulled himself level with the console, gripping its boundaries and lowering himself to 'float' on the chair. "Right, everyone," he addressed the bridge, all still confused out in the darkness. "My first job is to restore artificial gravity..." As he spoke, the red emergency lights flickered on above and around them, casting an almost hellish glow. Everything was glowing a luminescent scarlet (reminding him of the surface), a state of red hot emergency, impending heated doom as if they were in the middle of a ship-to-ship battle.
Most of the bridge crew seemed alright, at least at first glance. "The shockwave's passed," Andae reported, leaning into his console, sweating. Would this torment ever be over? A circus; an infinite playground of games where he'd been a pawn at the whim of a god, and now he was trying to outrun a life-ending shockwave of an exploding moon? It almost made him think that he was still trapped down there... Imprisoned in a state of comatosis, at Eris's whim, while she laughed mockingly, circling his life support system in her red dress...
No. The thought made him shudder. He focussed on the engines. "Warp power was taken out during the blast. Should have it online in twenty seconds, perhaps more."
"Impulse fully available," Milyanov reported next to him. "I recommend we take up a course perpendicular to the secondary bow waves as soon as we reestablish our orientation."
State the obvious... Andae thought, but he was glad to have his assistant by his side. He had been too long trapped in that mad queen's abode of nightmare and fantasy come alive.
Once partial power was restored the turbolifts became functional again. Andae watched briefly as a med team piled out of the turbolift to assist the injured. He managed to get artificial gravity restored just before they exited the lift; perhaps not best for the injured's bodies as they then dropped to the deck, but it would certainly help in terms of med treatment.
"The tertiary bow wave is approaching," Marionette reported from the helm, looking like, from this distance, a malfunctioned, half-repaired puppet, with her mechanical motions and damaged epidermis.
"Warp power available in five seconds..." Andae gripped the console, readying himself for either a sharp, haphazardly prepared jump to warp that may well shake the vessel beyond tolerances; or for an excruciating, useless hot death in the depths of a fractured moon-explosion's bow wave.
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The Raven dropped from warp, propelled into open space, streamers of colour - remnants of particles from the bow wave illuminated along several wavelengths, not all in the visible - passing along its sides and drifting into the emptiness. Status reports filed in across the ship. The vessel was still not at galactic-plane orientation - dipping its way towards the galactic south currently - but hopefully the crew were all in one piece.
Andae finished reading the engineering station's status reports and collapsed back in the chair, the bridge lighting returning to normal in the following seconds. He rubbed at his neck, glancing around the bridge. "It's over," he said, suddenly sad, thinking about Zielinski, and about the state of the moon and what might be left of it...
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on May 26, 2014 21:01:11 GMT
Shakily Carl stepped from the turbo-lift, everyone on the Bridge turned in surprise as he gingerly made his way around and down to the Command area. Alex moved away from the center seat as he almost dropped into it, exhaustion almost getting the better of him. He looked at the sword slung across the Exec's back, making it plain he didn't like the addition. He looked at the view-screen then spoke: "What's our status ?" than sat quietly allowing his Department Heads to update him, Where's the Emeritus ?" "One point three nine million kilometer's away. Heading two four one point eight." Marionette informed him. "The moon ?" Torek asked. "It lost approximately thirty five percent of it's mass in the explosion." Peers began, putting the moon on the main view-screen, hardly needing any magnification to show the enormous fracture, "It has shifted orbit around the star and will eventually fall into the suns gravity well. The resulting collision will undoubtedly de-stabilize the star. We would need someone from Stellar Cartography to give a more detailed synopsis Sir." As T'Brel spoke, Carl watched the slowly rotating moon, the massive rent in her once spherical body making it almost ugly. Billions of tonnes of debris was moving away from the devastated orb, but some remained, forming a ring around the shattered moon, and would, if given time, begin to fall back to the surface, but time was something the moon no longer had. He wondered vaguely if anything remained of Eris ... "Inform the Emeritus to hold station where they are. Tell them to make all the repairs they can to get back to Star Base Forty Seven. We will go back for a look at the moon then join them. Take us back Commander, full impulse." he ordered. Harry spoke to the Captain of the Emeritus as Marionette turned the Raven in a slow arc and headed back to the Moon ..... ooo000ooo The Raven remained in orbit for two hours. It was more time than they needed to know nothing could have remained of their former prison. In fact, nothing for over two thousand kilometers of the original location now existed. As for Eris ... Well, part of him hoped she had suffered for what she had put all those people through, almost a thousand men and women perished when the Sagan impacted the surface, but thankfully, the Emeritus crew were somehow saved from that fate and returned to their own ship. He doubted anyone would ever know who, or what, Eris really was, or why she had subjected so many people to her twisted games. Maybe one day someone could try to explain it, but, if truth be told, he no longer cared. He had come to terms that he would die on that moon, would never she his children again, never see Chloe ... He had allowed more time than was necessary for everyone to run whatever scans they chose. The Raven had moved away and had plotted the new elliptic orbit, they now knew that the moon would impact the sun in little over four months. No doubt Star Fleet Science would want to send a ship to witness the event, but it wouldn't be the Raven ... He stood and looked around the Bridge, grateful that his crew, his friends, had all survived their ordeal, then at the moon one last time before ordering they leave the system and rendezvous with the Emeritus ... "Open a channel." he said as they came to the other ship, and Wedlerson nodded it was ready: =^= Captain McCauliffe .. What's your status ? =^= =^= Battered and bruised Admiral .. But we can make warp three =^= =^= OK .. Better than walking .. Set course for Star Base Forty Seven and take up formation on our port quarter .. We'll go to warp three when you are ready =^= They watched as the USS Emeritus made a lazy turn and passed the Raven before coming about and holding station five thousand meters off their port and behind. Captain McCauliffe signaled they were ready and Carl wished them luck. He closed his eyes for a moment as Calli placed a hand on his shoulder for support, then he looked at the screen: "Helm ... Let's go home ... Warp three, don't let the Emeritus fall behind." Torek ordered.
"Warp three, Aye Sir" Marionette confirmed easing the ship out of normal space. oooooo000000oooooo OK everyone, we're bringing this exceptional mission to a close ~~~~~ I would like to thank everyone for yet another exciting, imaginative outing It has been one hell of a mission all made possible by your contribution's and dedication to the ship I will be opening a 'Shore Leave' thread where we can relax a little before setting out once more Thank you again everyone ... Brilliant mission Regards Carl Torek
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