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Post by Gheskori on Oct 28, 2014 8:02:32 GMT
The Ops officer helpfully provided the final countdown to their passage into the anomaly. Ghes wished he didn't have to build the tension up so but supposed it was necessary to know when they would need to start fighting, or start running away if that was even possible.
"3... 2... 1... Crossing the threshold." The CO watched the Ops officer grip his console, that which he'd taken over from Commander Matthew when the latter had been elevated to XO. The Commander had recommended a promotion within one of his own staff, rather than recruiting externally from candidates within the Section or outside.
"Brace for possible impacts." Ghes ordered, taking his chair.
"Shields stable so far, sir. Almost like normal space," the assistant tactical chief reported.
Ghes confided in Matthew alongside him: "Considering Ensign Rogers' is still undergoing checks for any 8472 DNA in sickbay, I would like you, Commander to organise the defence of the vessel should it become necessary. Marshal the security teams, coordinate with Marine Captain Tarakis and prepare for any inbound. It would seem to me 8472 wish to take this ship by force rather than negotiate or destroy us. It's the only way they'd get to the prototype design for the subspace rift... thingy..."
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"You're responsible for overall defence of the ship, XO."
"Where are you going, sir?" Matthew asked, eyes searching Ghes as the Admiral rose from his seat and rounded the bridge to the upper level at aft.
Ghes pointed to the viewscreen, now swarming with a kaleidoscopic palette. Unusual combinations, a true chaotic surrealist work of clashing colours. He had a feeling there were some colour wavelengths on which that light were emitting that humanoid eyes weren't designed to perceive. At the heart of the swirling yellow-red-green clouds was a grey mass, slowly taking on form as the 8472 tractor beam scout drew them further into the anomaly.
"You're going out there, sir?" There was obstinacy in his XO's voice, perhaps rightfully, "To whatever that is!"
"External readings?" Ghes asked the tactical officer quietly.
"Minimal matter in the region. Almost like a vacuum." Ghes nodded in reply; it was clear this wasn't true fluidic space - not yet. They were caught somewhere in between, on the lip of the distortion between vacuum and 8472's home. It felt strange, to be caught between two realms within a figurative hairline, when on one side there was the Milky Way galaxy and the other a realm probably very distant in the universe.
"Tiana, what do the scientific instruments make of that 'thing' out there? Any lifesigns... It looks awfully like..." It was drawing closer, form becoming more defined. It seemed to be another station of sorts - in a way similar to Domusara Facility: a central spine rising about a kilometre, a bulging middle section, scientific modules arrayed around it on connecting, rotating lines to the main structure like spokes on a ferris wheel.
<Tag Tiana>
The main difference was that about half its surface was covered in 8472 bioships - clinging to its grey structure like leeches. But this station was no enemy Species 8472 were attempting to subdue; it was of their own creation - bioelectric interference pervaded the region. In the distance the matter seemed to thicken - the boundaries of fluidic space.
"... 8472 are hailing, sir, from the scout tractor vessel... They're requesting a personal audience, on that station."
"I'm going," Ghes said, "Matthew, stay aboard, defence preparations as agreed." He smiled. "Tiana, Savin, you're with me." They made their way to the turbolift, "Minimal weapons."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 20:06:05 GMT
"Keep trying to communicate with them..."
Savin nodded, his eyes unfocusing as he concentrated on getting the connection back. He was concerned for his father, and took the threat Species 8472 made very seriously. His father, who was back into cryo-stasis and who was now slowly being revived. He had no idea how long this would take, but at present he couldn't even sense his father. It was, as if the older Vulcan were dead, his katra lost.
He started when a junior officer touched his arm to get his attention, blinking as the young officer nodded towards the captain. The officer pointed down at a PADD in his hands. The Captain wants you and Commander Galwyn to follow him. THe message on the PADD read, and Savin nodded. "Thank you petty officer," he said, rushing after the leaving pair.
Savin shook his head upon the minimal weapons order. "I do not use phasers," he stated through gritted teeth. "I will take my sword."
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Nov 2, 2014 21:33:31 GMT
Tiana’s eyes had not left her screen, she knew they had entered a new realm and there were flickering colours playing on the edge of her console as she filtered through the data downloaded from Domusara before the transition in to this realm. She was certain that the information was in here somewhere.
"Tiana, what do the scientific instruments make of that 'thing' out there? Any lifesigns... It looks awfully like..."
Tiana bit her lip and smothered a choice selection of curses. Couldn’t he see that she was busy. She glanced over her shoulder at her CO and the viewscreen just to ensure that she knew what he was talking about. She quickly turned back to her console and brought up the results of the sensor scans of the space station. She kept half an eye on her data search in the top left of her screen.
“It is build of materials consistent with our space, sir. Appears to be holding an nitrogen / oxygen atmosphere, breathable. Oxygen concentration consistent with Class M. Unusual distribution of trace gases, but nothing harmful. I would hypothesise that Species 8474 build a copy of the Domusara facility for training. There are additional shields that are separating the station from the surrounding space. There are several areas that sensors have not been able to access, and the bioships are interfering with the scans in other areas. There are definitely lifesigns aboard. At least 3 Species 8472 and several more that I can’t confirm.”
"... 8472 are hailing, sir, from the scout tractor vessel... They're requesting a personal audience, on that station”
"I'm going," Ghes said, "Matthew, stay aboard, defence preparations as agreed." He smiled. "Tiana, Savin, you're with me." They made their way to the turbolift, "Minimal weapons."
Tiana bit back another curse, she was still busy. Of course she was curious about the station, she would have to resign as a scientist and probably from Starfleet if she lost her curiosity. She signaled for another member of the science department to take over from her at the station and ordered that they carry on with her search through the data as well as continuing to soak up as much information about this edge of fludic space as possible.
Savin shook his head upon the minimal weapons order. "I do not use phasers," he stated through gritted teeth. "I will take my sword."
The words from Savin made Tiana pause for a moment. Her knowledge said he was good with a sword, Cet had a much wider range of experience and knew exactly how good he was. Cet was, as ever suggesting a wide range of weaponry that she could take with her. Even before the debate started in her head Tiana knew what she would be taking. One small phaser and one tricorder. Actually…
She turned to the other two in the turbolift. She wasn’t sure if anyone had filled Savin in on what Species 8472 were, certainly she hadn’t had the time. Although if they were communicating telepathically with him maybe he knew them better than anyone.
“Are we planning any passive defences? For example to prevent infection by their immune systems?" She also wanted to ask about protecting Savin from a telepathic assault but, one thing at a time.
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Post by Gheskori on Nov 7, 2014 21:04:56 GMT
"I do not use phasers," he stated through gritted teeth. "I will take my sword."
Ghes shrugged, suppressing a grin as he rounded the command area up to the turbolift. "As you wish. The constitution of these beings is such that we're unlikely to damage them with whatever weapons we use." The three stepped into the lift, Tiana and Savin briefly eyeing each other - likely out of understandable trepidation.
Ghes continued, "However a phaser could be modified to emit a pulse of modified nanoprobes, I learnt from Commander Walters before he went under those tests to determine his true identity. The same nanoprobes he suggested were used against 8472 by the USS Voyager and the Borg in 2374."
Walters was still undergoing screening in sickbay for signs of 8472 DNA. 8472 had become curiously good at imitating human beings and other humanoid species in the 27 year gap since their discovery, something learned from limited encounters with them over the last quarter century. Even if the smallest amount of 8472 DNA was detected in his body it would identify him as a human impersonator of one of Ghes's crew. Ensign Rogers was undergoing similar testing. Something in both officers' bloodstreams was counteracting the assistant CMO's scans; never mind the drawing of further suspicion, the situation would likely not be resolved until (or perhaps if) they got back to Starbase.
They disembarked the turbolift and walked the corridor towards the transporter room. Besides, Ghes thought, Saryn's assistant had his attention divided between screening the Enzio officers, and monitoring his Chief and the Domusara scientists' thawing process from cryostasis.
With comedic timing, Tiana interjected into Ghes's thoughts. “Are we planning any passive defences? For example to prevent infection by their immune systems?"
Excellent idea, the CO thought, another aspect of this stage of the mission the specifics of which hadn't dawned on him until a few minutes ago. He nodded, directing his gaze down the passageway towards sickbay. It was located on the same deck as transporter room 2. "Commander, you and Savin head to sickbay. Ask the assistant CMO to prepare immunity injections that Starfleet Medical synthesised once they learnt of Voyager's first contact with the species."
<Tag Tiana Galwyn Cet>
"Savin," Ghes turned to the young man, looking at him almost tenderly. He'd developed an attachment to the vulcan, often being in his presence over the course of the last two assignments. Like Tiana - yet mostly for the benefit of Savin's father - he hoped Savin would be safe on the Domusara mock-up (how could he have been so foolish not to have made that connection, on first sight of the mysterious bioship-coated facility?). "Savin, you may wish to check up on your father. If I'm right it'll soon be time when he and the rescued scientists come out of deep freeze. We might be able to get some answers from them about what we'll encounter over there..."
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Post by Gheskori on Nov 7, 2014 21:53:15 GMT
OOC: Directly continued
He stared into space, an unremarkable point on the wall. He was peering at the Domusara mock-up, through the bulkheads, through the living beings inhabiting the ship, through the duranium and the shields... He walked towards this point in vacuum, feeling something layering itself over his mind. A mesh, a haze that enveloped his consciousness. Was he being brainwashed? Telepathically guided? He didn't know; nor could he stop it.
He wandered down the corridor, moving in a state of slight rigidity as if he'd become automated. He couldn't stop himself, yet somehow he felt as if it was he that was in control. Tiana and Savin watched him go, bemused. "I'll meet you in the turbolift," he said back to them, "Five minutes."
<Tag Tiana, Savin - when I get there one of you, or James Matthew you on the bridge?, can beam us out>
Two minutes later he entered his quarters, not absolutely sure how he'd got here and feeling a haze over his vision and mind. His periphery was greyed out, colours meshing together in mediocrity to create a dreamlike visage. He walked to his low couch - the padds of disappointing Earthling novels scattered over the adjacent coffee table - and looked out at the stars. He knew one thing: he wasn't meant to be here! He was supposed to be en route to the transporter room, perhaps even summoning security and some forces from the equally-stricken SS Vingazi. He couldn't transport himself - on an open invite from 8472 admittedly - to the Domusara mock-up with just his chief scientist and a junior medic for company.
He shook himself, blinked, his features sinking. He was becoming lost in a deeper fugue, slipping towards a dark state of mental subservience to some superior will. He turned away from the sight of the distortion-plagued stars, towards the large oil painting on his quarters' wall. The frame was gilt with gold - an antique piece, gift from a high-positioned Admiral upon Ghes's own ascent to the admiralty. The painting inside the golden frame was of Cerberus, guardian of the gates of Earth's superstitious concept of hell. That particular Admiral had a rather bloody mind as he recalled.
His eyes glazed over, something within them comprehending, but the majority of the conscious part of his mind lost in depths of telekinetic manipulation. The painting was unordinary, in the sense that it was a depiction of Cerberus as the Earth writer Hesiod had conceived him: a monstrous being of 50 heads. In most writings, paintings and carvings, Cerberus had been depicted as having 3 heads... Hesiod's Cerberus was a most unusual exception in the Greek mythology of Earth's early cultural history.
Ghes wrested back control of his senses. What were they - Species 8472 - trying to tell him? 50 heads rather than 3...? More than expected... More of 8472?
Something sizzled through his mind; an illusion surely, but it felt like it was searing his neurons, burning them too bright and reducing them to blackened husks. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, trying to steady himself against the coffee table. He was blinking uncontrollably. Shaking, he fell to his side and lay there twitching on the floor.
Several minutes, perhaps even half an hour later the fugue had dissipated; the mesh layered over his consciousness was pulled from his cranium. Eyes wide as he recovered from his seizure, he rose unsteadily from the floor, gripping the coffee table for support.
He knew. He knew who these fluidic realm-dwelling aliens were, what, approximately, they were doing, and why they had broken the Federation/8472 treaty.
Arriving in the transporter room 5 minutes later the away team looked around at him in surprise, "What took you so long, Admiral?" one said forthrightly. Apparently a security team had been sent to his quarters, but they'd found it mysteriously locked, an unrecognisable access code programmed into the door and a strange sealing mechanism having somehow found its way on to the ship.
"Never mind," Ghes replied, stepping on to the pad, "I know who we're up against. They don't represent Species 8472's leadership. They're rebels, previously guardians of the fringes of their Fluidic Realm... And they've come to claim the galaxy." Security guards rushed in, preparing to take to the pad once the first team had beamed out. Ghes looked around at his officers, "Obviously we can't allow that to happen. They won't leave that station."
<Tag Matthew, Tiana, Savin> - feel free to beam us out although note the tags in the post above this one. Interior of the station will be much the same as Domusara, perhaps with a few 8472 additions, biomatter etc. and of course the species itself lol
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Nov 17, 2014 22:25:45 GMT
"Commander, you and Savin head to sickbay. Ask the assistant CMO to prepare immunity injections that Starfleet Medical synthesised once they learnt of Voyager's first contact with the species."
“Yes, sir.” As soon as she could Tiana paged sickbay and made the necessary requests. She hoped that because everything was all ready in the records it wouldn’t take long to prepare the necessary hyposprays. Still every little bit helped. She somehow doubted that Species 8472 would tolerate any delays in the answering of their summons and that might mean they had another go at messing with Savin’s head. When they exited the lift and Tiana turned towards sickbay Ghes, turned to head the other way. She stopped to look at him. The was something a bit strange but then there had been something wrong since they had started this mission. Maybe he was keeping something else from them? Maybe?
"I'll meet you in the transporter room," he said back to them, "Five minutes." Tiana wasn’t quite sure she was in a situation where she could ask her CO if he was all right although if he had that look on his face when he entered the transporter room she would.
Sickbay was its usual hive of activity, Tiana and Savin got their injections and then a security detail turned up for theirs. That was a bit of a surprise but Tiana felt that extra support was a good idea.
Tiana and Savin both had extra hyposprays, if the Admiral wasn’t going to come to sickbay then the injection would have to come to him. Besides which, they might come in handy.
Tiana and Savin made it to the transporter room a minute or two after Ghes’s deadline. Five minutes past and Tiana tapped her comm. badge and tried to call him. No response. She confirmed with the computer that he was aboard and then checked his biosigns, they were on board as well (which meant he hadn’t dropped his comm. badge and gone somewhere) and indicated that he was alive and well even if his mental processes were rather heightened. She paged security to his quarters and they couldn’t gain access. She confirmed that there was nothing else moving in the quarters and
“I guess Species 8472 are going to have to wait.” Tiana said aloud to no one in particular. She suspected that they had something to do with the Admiral’s current state although she wasn’t sure quite how. Denobulans weren’t known for their telepathic sensitivity.
Tiana looked at Savin, there was nothing she could do except keep paging the Admiral and keep and eye on his lifesigns while Security and Engineering personnel attempted to break into his quarters.
“If we are going to have to wait, we might as well try to prepare further.” She looked at Savin she wasn’t sure if what she was about to talk about was real or whether she was just hypothesizing wildly. “Is there such a thing as a telepathic blocker. Something that will stop someone reading your thoughts not something that will stop someone trying to?” Tag: Savin
“I don’t like the idea of them reach across from over there and being able to do this to us.” She wasn’t certain that Species 8472 were responsible but she couldn’t think of anything more likely.
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Suddenly the biosigned spiked indicating that the Admiral was moving again, she informed the security team and they fell back, the leader of the security team informed her that he had exited his quarters. It was only a few minutes later that he arrived in the transporter room.
"What took you so long, Admiral?" one of the security team asked.
"Never mind," Ghes replied, stepping on to the pad, "I know who we're up against. They don't represent Species 8472's leadership. They're rebels, previously guardians of the fringes of their Fluidic Realm... And they've come to claim the galaxy." Security guards rushed in, preparing to take to the pad once the first team had beamed out. Ghes looked around at his officers, "Obviously we can't allow that to happen. They won't leave that station."
The incongruity of his statement caused Tiana to freeze for a fraction of a second and then she started talking. “Admiral. Are you all right. It’s been more than half an hour since you left Savin and I and you have just walked in here claiming to know what is going on that station. I can only assume that you were contacted somehow and I would like know what happened to you. Also, I don’t think you should go over their until you’ve had your hypospray for their immune systems.
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Post by Gheskori on Nov 26, 2014 6:29:33 GMT
Ghes stood on the transporter pad, eyes fixed straight ahead, expecting the others of the away team to climb on to the pad with him immediately so that they could cut to the heart of this matter. When they held off it was as if another veil had been lifted from his senses. He had thought himself to be clear-headed - since 8472's withdrawal from his mind before the oil painting of Cerberus in his quarters minutes before. However it occurred to him now he'd been gripped in an almost righteous frenzy since that encounter, and the haze over his senses this time of his own making.
"... I can only assume that you were contacted somehow and I would like know what happened to you. Also, I don’t think you should go over their until you’ve had your hypospray for their immune systems."
"Who made you the Doctor?" was Ghes's first slightly irked response. The pain in his head subsided, after-effects perhaps of whatever invasive mechanism 8472 had used to get inside his head. Denobulans had never shown susceptibility to telepathic attacks before, making him think something out there - in this gravimetric distortion whose border between real and Fluidic Space the Enzio occupied - was directing a different type of assault on him - something targeted, an energy beam perhaps.
"Sorry, Tiana... You're right I haven't explained myself, or my actions... I don't know; I am being driven towards that station. 8472 want us to encounter them while we must apprehend or as a last resort destroy them."
He accepted the immunity injection that Savin administered - the young vulcan having taken extra from sickbay - pulled down his collar with a shrug and looked irritably towards some undefined point in the distance, beyond the bulkheads, beyond the duranium, beyond the shields and the living beings inhabiting the ship. The three were ready to beam out, a quintet of security officers right behind them.
"They made contact with me in my quarters," he explained, "They, meaning Species 8472. A rebel faction that has set itself up on the border with Fluidic Space... previously guardians of their realm. My only thought was, why so many? They showed it to me as an image in my mind's eye... I don't know what happened after that. You say it's been half an hour?" he grunted. "They wouldn't give the Captain of the Enzio such information unless they wanted a confrontation, Tiana. I'm ready to give it to them."
The away team materialised in eternal shade. High above, in this supposed interior mock-up of the Domusara station, a pin-sized amber light was flickering away madly to itself, as if it were signing the Enzio away team's doom, scratching marks into a scroll of an invisible parchment.
The groans of the limpet-like bioships on the station's external hull could be heard, reverberating through the whole structure as if this chasmic hall of an interior space was part of the same massive living organism. The rest of the away team arrived in due course, following the pallid-faced Gheskori and Tiana and Savin down a midnight-black tunnel.
Screeches and echoes rippled from far above, creatures roaming the night. Security guards leant back, rifles raised trying to acquire whatever ghostly targets had stolen across their vision, or cast a deep shadow across their predetermined tracks.
"Away team, this is Matthew, report."
"We're aboard, Commander. No problems so far." Ghes replied to his XO who was in command on the Enzio. "James, try not to attract too much attention but monitor the station for any changes." He paused in the tunnel and listened to the voices of the bridge crew: he'd expected there might be a few murmurs leaking over the comm about the bioelectric interference, which were making scans of anything in the region near-impossible. "And keep an eye on those bioships on the outer hull... Attempt to leave immediately if they make aggressive moves towards you, Commander. Don't wait for us. Gheskori out."
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They reached a fork in the tunnel ahead, one of the security guards indicating that he recognised the layout as similar to a point near the central spine of the real Domusara station. Ghes surveyed the climb ahead, a particular vindictive steel having filled his eyes. No room was left for the possibility that he was being led into a trap.
"Tiana, Savin, with me," he said, turning back to the wary shadows cast in grey behind him. "You five security, take the right hand passageway."
Still, he could see that perhaps his orders weren't making any sense to the away team. "Sir, wouldn't it be more prudent to divide our number between yourself, Commander Galwyn and Savin?" a security lieutenant said quietly.
"No. This way." He pointed down a dark stretch of corridor for Tiana and Savin to follow him down, it being overlayed with biomatter growths leaking from the walls and ceiling. Shadows prowled far up ahead. "How are you feeling, Savin? Any telepathic contacts?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 19:46:42 GMT
“If we are going to have to wait, we might as well try to prepare further.” She looked at Savin she wasn’t sure if what she was about to talk about was real or whether she was just hypothesizing wildly. “Is there such a thing as a telepathic blocker. Something that will stop someone reading your thoughts not something that will stop someone trying to?” "Yes, there is such a thing," Savin answered after a second of thought. "Neurological blockers or just through practice, building your own mental wall. Unless dealing with a stronger telepath than myself, I can block out unwanted readings. My father cannot read me if I do not wish for him to do so, I am a stronger telepath than he is. However, he is better trained so I cannot read him either." He studied her, wondering what led to such a question.
“I don’t like the idea of them reach across from over there and being able to do this to us.” She wasn’t certain that Species 8472 were responsible but she couldn’t think of anything more likely.
"I do not like that thought any better than you do, but so far I have not been able to cast them out. Trust me Tiana, I have tried. But to use blockers, would render me virtually blind too. Because they seem to block my receptors too, and then I would not be able to sense you. THerefor, training is the better solution, and even you can learn if you desire to." In a brief moment of affection, ignoring the security detail, he brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek, briefly touching the spots that ran down her face.
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"No. This way." He pointed down a dark stretch of corridor for Tiana and Savin to follow him down, it being overlayed with biomatter growths leaking from the walls and ceiling. Shadows prowled far up ahead. "How are you feeling, Savin? Any telepathic contacts?
Savin was oblivious to the sounds around them, the dripping of condensed water down from the biomatter growth. His sharp sight however did pick up on the shadows ahead and he narrowed his eyes in concentration. He nearly missed Gheskori speaking to him and he shook his head. "Negative captain, none at the moment but I doubt they will wait for long. It is our only means of communicating with them, is it not?" As they walked, his left hand was firmly folded around the handle of his priceless sword, ready to draw it at a second's notice. THe other hand held the scabbard, his fingers turning white from the pressure he applied. THough not trying to show it, Savin was anxious, and experiencing feelings of fear.
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 7, 2014 18:48:03 GMT
Ghes saw Savin's hand gripped on the hilt of the dagger he wore around his waist. He glanced forward, keeping his eye on the dark corridor that lay ahead of them. 8472 biomatter, like golden ichor, dripped from the ceiling and from the walls, landing amongst growing puddles of repulsive matter at intervals along the passageway.
"Yes," he answered Savin, "This is our only way of communicating with them, unless we run into more of them in their humanoid form. Savin, I should warn you..." He indicated to Tiana that she should temporarily take point while he turned back to face the vulcan. "Any blow you might land on one of them causing a wound will probably heal quickly. Tiana would probably agree; Species 8472's biomolecular structure means they can heal any physical wounds - caused by material contact or energy discharge - in seconds."
<Tag Savin>
After Ghes's rather dispiriting comment he pushed forward, the fire in his eyes dying slightly as the team delved further into the depths of the mock facility. It wasn't so much the terrorising environment that cowed his will; rather that the initial fury that'd compelled him to take an away team to the station was slowly fading, 8472's cryptic message to him in his quarters - channelled through the artwork of the many-headed Cerberus (Hesiod's exception to the Greek myth of the guardian of the underworld) - no longer being forced through his mind with quite the same veracity.
Sounds reverberated around them, passing down the station's length as the bioships on the false Domusara's exterior groaned with the knowledge that foreign objects had entered its greater single organism interior.
"Lieutenant Harvey, report," Ghes commed the other team (all security and marines), creeping forward, trying his best to ignore the ambience of sound, vibration and sight that seemed to create more of what Earthlings would term demons than the surroundings actually contained.
"We've located the main laboratory, sir..." Harvey reported, "Lomas thinks 8472 were trying to synthesise their own version of the subspace device that was being developed by the Domusara scientists. We've found something that looks similar. Seems their intelligence ran further than we first thought."
"Thank you, Lieutenant." It chilled Ghes to think that 8472 had been in this region for some time. How many other areas of Starfleet had 8472 attempted to infiltrate in that intervening period before Domusara Station - a mere 20 lightyears from Earth - had issued its distress call?
A metallic noise, of great volume, thundered down the passage from ahead. It sounded like machinery clanking into place - some alien mechanism readying itself for some anticipated encounter. 'Hold', Ghes said wordlessly, he, Tiana and Savin backing themselves to the walls just before the entrance to the cavernous space visible not 20 metes ahead.
Gheskori tried to espy something in the obscurity of the chamber, while backed against the corridor's wall which was wet with matter. He glanced sharply at Savin - still gripping his sword back against the wall on the other side of passage. It seemed he was in some discomfort, pressing his fingers to his temples, squinting his eyes, clearly in some pain.
In the midst of the grey mist that flowed towards them from the chamber, Ghes discerned darker shapes: humanoid figures, striding slowly towards them. His eyes were transfixed, caught perhaps in the menacing wonder of the moment. The figures stepped into his view; human faces, beautiful, set before them.
Ghes spoke, "Admiral Gheskori, USS Enzio. Your presence here in our space without prior explanation is not tolerated. Your cryptic message to me earlier in my quarters, nearly costing me my sanity, was not good enough. You'll retract your subspace rifts from this quadrant immediately or you'll be in violation of the treaty set down by our peoples 25 years ago."
One of the human-guised 8472 spoke, glancing at the others. "We sent no such message to you. True, though, it is what might have been said to you. We number more than you think. Two guardians initially, protected our realm from outside influence. But we lost confidence in our leaders to do what was right: to cleanse your galaxy, to excise or extinguish the impure. Weary of protecting our space from an invasion that would never come, we decided to take the initiative." The female 8472 continued speaking, "We built our forces. Rallied others of like-mind to our cause. Rather than the two beings we'd appointed to protect our space who'd decided to rebel, their, rather our number flourished to fifty, to a thousand, to a million... Your galaxy will be crushed."
Ghes held his breath. The message he'd received in his quarters - as confusing and uncertain as it had been - was confirmed. But these 8472 were apparently denying all knowledge of communicating with him. Disregarding the rest of their terrifying words he said, "Then who did message me in my quarters? I was attacked mentally. Telepathically or otherwise. I thought you were trying to show me the truth of your nature, and that after that you then guided me to this facility."
The humanoid 8472s looked at each other, briefly conferring in the mists emanating from the grand space beyond. They turned back to the away team. "Our efforts at recreating Domusara Facility's subspace rift device have failed. We have only one alternative." They stepped back.
Ominous shadows - the distended limbs of the alien - loped from the darkness behind from either side. "You will all die, here and now. Your two ships outside of our station, as well."
Ghes reached for his phaser, knowing it would be useless. He glanced at Tiana and Savin, mouthing the words, 'Retreat!' and sprinting back along the corridor from where they'd come. "Enzio, Gheskori, if you can read me... Get me, Tiana, Savin and the marines and security out of here now!"
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Harsh padded feet loped towards them, closing in from either side of the chamber beyond, closing the distance slowly but with an impending sense that Ghes felt was of an increasing rapidity. "Lieutenant Harvey!" he commed. "Rendezvous point where we split up, head there now. Tiana, please tell me bioelectric interference isn't going to prevent any beam out?"
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He scrambled through the ichor that seeped across the flooring, past the corrugated walls of black iron, thinking... If not 8472, then who else had put him into that state of seizure in his quarters, depositing into his mind all the information regarding the 8472 'Cerberus' rebels?
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Savin stayed as close to Gheskori as he could, his sword now drawn, the blue blade reflecting the light ominously as he ran with his captain. His head was pounding, the myriad of whispers confusing him, nearly causing him to lose his footing. He felt his feet slip on something and he scrambled to stay on his feet. With his free hand, he reached out, grabbing the Denobulan's arm. He trusted Tiana to be right with them, he couldn't drag them both along.
"Tiana!" he called out, "stay with us." He wasn't sure if Enzio was going to risk transporting them, not with the enemy so close on their heels. Sensing something, his mind reeling from the proximity of the alien mind, he wheeled around on his feet, sword slashing through the air. He knew he struck something, and the ear-splitting howling he was confronted with -and only sensed but did not hear- confirmed as much. He didn't look up, didn't want to see who he was fighting, he simply fought. His sword was all he had, and he swung it with both hands, applying more strength. "Run!"
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Dec 8, 2014 22:32:00 GMT
"I do not like that thought any better than you do, but so far I have not been able to cast them out. Trust me Tiana, I have tried. But to use blockers, would render me virtually blind too. Because they seem to block my receptors too, and then I would not be able to sense you. Therefore, training is the better solution, and even you can learn if you desire to."
Tiana’s answer disappeared in a wave of emotion as Savin’s finger touched her cheek then stroked down her the spots on the side of her face. She knew what that gesture meant coming from him at least she had thought that she did. Her earlier question clearly showed that her understanding of telepathy was somewhat lacking. How much could a non-telepath understand anyway? Due to Cet, Tiana knew her mind was not her own, but telepathic invasion and training to block someone out was not something she had ever thought about.
As he took his hand from her face she reached up to touch his wrist. She made sure that she caught him on the sleeve rather than bare skin. She looked up and met his gaze for a moment and smiled. “Thank-you, I would like that.”
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Tiana wasn’t sure what to make of her CO’s statement that Species 8472 wanted to speak to him. She had to admit that she felt a lot better after seeing him get his shot before the trip over to the station.
It was however a little unnerving when he seemed to know where he was going over in the station.
The conversation with Species 8472 went better than she had thought it might. Of course, that meant that although they were still alive they were running for their lives. She knew she was at a disadvantage in a flat sprint simply due to her leg length. However, due to her recent martial arts practice and general exercise she knew that her endurance was up to this even if she had to take three strides to Savin’s two.
"Rendezvous point where we split up, head there now. Tiana, please tell me bioelectric interference isn't going to prevent any beam out?"
“No. Sir.” Tiana did not have the breath to give a more detailed explanation, the Enzio might have to lock on to them by a combination of their comm. badges and biosigns but it shouldn’t be enough to block their transporters. She wondered how he had had the breath to ask the question in the first place. Her brain always came up with odd things when she was stressed. It seemed to get worse when she was oxygen deprived.
She was dimly aware of Savin slashing at of the ‘things’ chasing them. Actually he executed an expertly done high-to-low double handed cross cut that bit deep into the Species 8472 that had come within a few centimeters of killing them. Knowing the detail didn’t really help, Tiana continued to run. Savin was quite beautiful with a blade, deadly but beautiful. Was that another random thought? Or was it just true?
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 10, 2014 0:00:12 GMT
Ghes continued his run for the rendezvous point, comming Harvey every minute to ensure the marine's team was finding its own way there and, hopefully, unhindered.
"We'll have to stand in a... tight circle," Ghes said, "The beam-out will cover a wide volume but will only be at its strongest at the centre point, the point which allows for greatest chance of success of dematerialisation."
He had no idea how he was able to speak all these words so levelly while at full sprint - while being sure not to slip in any of the puddles of ichor on the floor that formed from liquid seeping orthogonally down the walls, as if from biomolecular gods (for 8472 considered themselves as such). Of course he knew of Denobulans' higher lung capacity relative to some other species of the Alpha Quadrant, which might explain some of his lack of breathlessness, but he felt that for the most part it was adrenaline that carried him through these dark tunnels - through this perverted version of Starfleet's Domusara Facility.
Something slammed into his nose. He whirled around, feeling the wetness, the grime and unspeakable matter coated on his face. He was horizontal; he had slipped. The stunned feeling of being punched in the nose dissipated and he was pulled to his feet by Tiana.
"Should've left me," he murmured, still in a daze - partly from his fall, partly from the invasive thoughts falling incessantly through his mind.
"Admiral. Not wishing to be insubordinate, but don't be so damn ridiculous," Tiana said with an indignance that slightly took him by surprise. He paused, glancing back down the black corridor to the distant hazy lights and shadows that pursued them; he looked back at her and nodded, blinking. Still something was inside him, inside his thoughts - the matter of the conscious that lowered itself in tendrils into his dream world - that which he'd felt he'd partly slipped into during his fugue in his quarters, when he'd observed that artwork of Cerberus, god of the underworld with its Hesiod's 50 heads.
Savin was ahead of them in the corridor, some ten metres ahead looking back at them; the brightness in his eyes quite visible. "Coming," Gheskori said brightly as possible, but he croaked instead, voice breaking down into guttural vocalisations that sounded like turning cogs. He was on the verge of losing his voice.
"Beam out point fifty metres ahead," marine Lieutenant Harvey commed, "Hope you're not too far behind, Admiral.
"Tiana, answer that..." he said, barely getting the words out. He collapsed onto the ground, glancing ahead at Savin as the Enzio CO was once again laid out on the sticky flooring. He saw the vulcan was having none of the same trouble, confirming for Ghes that it wasn't these Species 8472 rebels - at least in all likelihood - who were invading his skull.
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He remembered their words, We sent no such message to you. True, though, it is what might have been said to you. We number more than you think. Two guardians initially, protected our realm from outside influence. But we lost confidence in our leaders to do what was right: to cleanse your galaxy, to excise or extinguish the impure.
Then who did speak to him? The leaders, the Species 8472's headquarters?? If that was the case then their near-indecipherable messages were warnings: 'head not into those gates of hell, presided over by your fell Cerberus of 50 heads'. Or something like that, put artfully in a manner of prose such as the archaic writers of Earth would've chosen.
"Admiral! Up now, or we all die."
"Commander Matthew. Prepare to transport. Wide beam, in approximately thirty seconds!" Ghes was running again, through a fog of colour and memory and external messages which all seemed to meld into one in a bewildering miasma. He was sure though - through this sensorial overload - that he felt some claw-like appendix catch at his ankle...
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Post by James T Matthew on Dec 14, 2014 22:20:18 GMT
Scene: Main bridge USS ENZIO
"First Officer's log Supplemental “Commander James T Matthew recording The Enzio is Currently Trapped in Fluid Space Created by 2 Species 8472 Creators that have now taken on human form Down on the Domusara station they have manage to find a way to use the Domusara station large power generators to initiate Fluid space around the Station and the Enzio’
“Admiral Gheskori and a small away team intend to Beam down the Station and try to Commutate with the Specs 8472 life forms and Bring a end to this situation without anymore lost of life.
"Commander Matthew Taps his comm. badge Bridge To Transporter Room Admiral if your still Going this Would be the best time these Energy spikes from theses energy well are Crating Havoc on our Shields and internal system and we could have some unwonted visitors Soon” Scene: Turbo lift to Transporter Room Three, USS ENZIO
“The Transporter chief Speaks Admiral I have located a section of the Facility about 20 yards north main engineering deck. (Seconds later) Admiral Gheskori ‘ ok Commander Chief Beam us down there ‘The Away Team materialized with a shimmering blue light and the familiar musical whine that accompanied a beam-in, which was apparently the sound the restructuring of matter at a sub-atomic level makes. All around them, it was chaos... Smoke fire the Smell of Stale Air
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 16, 2014 2:43:09 GMT
"Admiral I have located a section of the Facility about 20 yards north main engineering deck."
Ghes recognised the voice of the transporter room 3 chief, sighing as he reasoned out the benefits of staying on the station and not beaming back to the Enzio, or indeed the Vingazi if it would get them out of here faster.
"OK Commander," he answered Matthew then addressed the transporter operator, "Chief, beam us down there." It would save them making it the rest of the way to the rendezvous point, he thought, where conditions were ideal for a beam out to the Enzio, but not to other parts of this mock-up station.
They dissolved as they ran, Savin at point sparkling away in a cerulean light as Ghes too dematerialised. Tiana beside him and hopefully the marine and security team had also made the transport. At least this way they would be in an area of the station with a minimal 8472 presence; that was presumably why Matthew had elected that particular set of coordinates.
But from there what could they do? Species 8472 had resolved to kill them, having failed in their experiment to bring many more of their rebel faction into the Alpha Quadrant close to Sol, Domusara and the other core worlds. It was an engineering section though... Perhaps potential for sabotaging the entire mock station.
He thought these things as the group - marines and security included - materialised on the engineering deck, several levels up from their previous location that'd been swarming with 8472.
One of the marines yelled out a warning. Ghes looked round, eyes cast down, his face frozen in sudden horror. An 8472 arm appendage, head and most of its torso had been beamed across with them, a claw-like finger at the end of the arm clinging to the top of Ghes's boot. It screeched, the awful sound vibrating in and out of the ultrasonic. Savin held his head - of course not under any aural attack but from a presumed telepathic shriek emanating from the being.
Ghes backed away, the marines emerging from the smoke and fire all around taking shots at the half-dismembered lifeform. Certainly somewhere within him Ghes felt pity at the 8472's predicament, but he knew that even in this state the being was dangerous. The energy impacts did nothing. Ghes tentatively aimed a kick at its angular head, his boot thudding into its eye socket; the impact felt like hitting hardened carapace.
It roared and tore at his foot, the Enzio CO yelping with the pain and hopping away as a scraping sound of mass machinery reverberated above them all. Through the tempest of the fire came a portion of the engineering deck's tiered wall - modified with 8472 biomatter implants, dripping with their irrefutable presence. It crashed down on the Species 8472 at Ghes's feet, breaking the being utterly and flinging Ghes backwards into Tiana and one of the marines, Lieutenant Harvey.
"How... How do they say?" he choked, sitting up. Tiana looked at him puzzled. "Humans? Yes, their expression... For crying out loud!!"
He dusted himself down, the odour of the smoke already in his clothes' fabric. "This place is already burning... Savin, you don't seem to be having any more telepathic contacts. Now that one is dead?" He pointed to the space where the unfortunate 8472 had been - crushed by its own duplicated Domusara machinery.
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"Is there an engineer among us... Lieutenant Harvey, one of your marines?" He received a nod from the senior marine and cast about at the part-ruined engineering. Why it was on fire he didn't know. "Tiana, it's not your exact area of expertise but I want this whole place shut down... Work with the marines' engineering specialist."
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As they spoke - coordinating and readying for the next beam-out opportunity as Domusara rotated about its vertical axis - the orange-brown-tinted smoke cleared above them for a moment, revealing a segment of a large viewing portal set into the high ceiling with the ambiguous borders of Fluidic Space beyond. It was only a brief moment, but what they saw there was - at least to Ghes - quite clear: small cubic shapes, moving at high speed towards normal space that lay as a barely discernible band of black studded with white diamonds. Green lines extended for short instants from their dark forms, striking unseen targets in their midst, which were camouflaged by the Fluidic Space around them.
Ghes tapped his commbadge, hoping the signal boosted over the biolectric interference was still at full strength, "Ok, Commander... Now would be a good -"
Voices rushed through his head. The 8472 rebels hadn't been lying to him; they truly had not used some method to contact him. Now he recognised the voices... Those that'd been giving him the warnings: in his quarters before the painting of Cerberus and its many heads, almost directing his actions as he'd strode to the transporter room and ordered beam-out to annihilate the 8472 presence here, whispering to him here on the station as warning but also encouragement. Surely not the Borg!! A split within the 8472 hierarchy made more and more sense.
He collapsed to his knees, choking on the smoke and holding his temples. "Commander Matthew. Beam us back to the Enzio as soon as you read power failure of the station. Tiana's working on it... Have Saryn ready to take in casualties if he's up and about. " He collapsed to the floor, for all intents and purposes unconscious as whisperings of a trillion minds and one glided through his skull.
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No, he wasn't getting any more telepathic messages for which Savin was glad. The pounding headache he was still suffering because of them was quite enough, he didn't need the ongoing whispers in his mind. The invasion of the alien presence was quite disturbing, and humiliating as he had no defense against it.
He too coughed against the smoke, kneeling besides Gheskori's now unconscious form. "Tiana," he breathed, leaning over the Denobulan to check his vitals. "Stay close, stay alert. Please Tiana, do not pass out on me as well. I need you to be alert, while I watch over the captain." He grimaced as his hand touched the bare skin of Gheskori's throat, their minds instantly connecting. He screamed, as the voices now passed through him as well, almost overwhelming the young Vulcan but he held fast. Gasping, Savin pulled his hand back, resettling it to some area covered with fabric instead. "We must leave," he gasped, "we must leave, now, we must leave!"
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 24, 2014 15:24:47 GMT
Savin's distant voice came from the edge of Ghes's perception. He was barely conscious, retaining enough mastery over his motor controls, that would otherwise be frozen in his sleep, to roll around pitifully on the floor, trying to stay away from the denser patches of smoke.
Yes, we have to leave now, he thought. He looked at the ceiling with its segmented hexagonal windows again, but the view was entirely obscured by smoke and coiling fire. He groaned, rolling over again.
Had it been a trick of the senses? Were 'they' really here, on the edge of Fluidic Space? The mechanistic alien whispers seemed to suggest as much. Images returned to him of white-walled facilities on Denobula, inactive units in sterilised laboratories - Denobula's Institute of Bioengineering 17 years ago. The drone they'd thought to be dead had twitched suddenly and raised its arm with the assimilation appendage to the masked scientist leaning over it. The twin assimilator tubes penetrated his neck, the skin turning grey and pallid, spreading from the infection site across his cheek.
The last embers of collective Borg thought, the chorus of ghostly whispers from that drone had left an impression. The scientist - Gheskori - who'd been pulled clear by his horrified colleagues, had over the last 17 years failed to extinguish that impression. That was how the Borg had been able to contact him now; they'd detected an electrical signal emitted by the defunct nanoprobes still in his neck and had left a warning about the many-headed beast that lay before them at the gates of hell. If only their message hadn't been so cryptic...
Or had it been a lure, an attempt to drive the Enzio to its destruction at the recreated Domusara station, so that Species 8472 were sufficiently distracted and the Borg might launch their assault?
The period before the rescue seemed to last for hours, perhaps because Ghes had been unconscious for most of it... He'd been assailed by dreams of strange lucidity - odd combinations of 8472 and Borg, some barely seen conflict, some truth just beyond reach. A series of doors that upon opening, rather than resolving the meaning of the dream and the fused imagery of these two dominant alien species, fractallised any apparent message until all was uniform chaos and disorder, a diffuse mass of fading embers occasionally cut through by unearthly screams from reality.
He regained consciousness just after the beam-out into the Enzio's sickbay. Jolting awake the faces of Saryn, marine Lieutenant Harvey, a marine corporal and two grey-overalled women he recognised as being among the Domusara scientists they'd rescued swam into view.
"Did Tiana disable their power system?" he shouted. A firm hand pressed him back down to the biobed.
Harvey - the marine commander on the away mission said, "The XO had us beamed out immediately after Galwyn and my engineer deactivated the facility."
Ghes sighed, his sudden shock fading and the sounds of sickbay filtering into his senses. "It seems we stumbled upon a private little war." He felt used, as if his whole crew had been drawn into a conflict that wasn't their own, manipulated to disable 8472's Domusara experiment. He only hoped that they had helped the right side.
"It was a given that we needed to cripple that station, sir," Harvey seemed to read his mind. "Allowing Species 8472 to open multiple portals to the heart of Federation territory... There was no option."
Ghes took a deep breath, feeling the soreness in his throat caused by the smoke inhalation. Had the others seen those small cube-like objects as he had?Were they aware of the Borg's presence?
"Sickbay to bridge. Get us out of here, Commander, warp factor 8 once we're clear of Fluidic Space and watch for pursuit. Heading, Earth."
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 31, 2014 1:37:58 GMT
Having rescued the Eagle from the nearby gravimetric distortions - encroaching on the stricken Sabre class like moths drawn to a candle - the Enzio escaped the region, rising above the ecliptic drawn out by the Domusara star and the giant planet that the disabled science facility orbited.
The whispers were gone, and with them the anomalies, closing like deadly luminescent flowers behind the Enzio, the Eagle which it had under tractor beam and the SS Vingazi (which had escaped with barely half its civilian crew fit for active duty).
Ghes pondered in his ready room, rubbing at his neck where those nanoprobe-tubules had penetrated his skin, infiltrated his being 17 years ago. That event was the primary precipitator for what eventually led him to leave the Denobulan Bioengineering Institute and put in his application for Starfleet Academy. The Borg - if they'd been there and it hadn't been some placebic reaction - could well be carrying on their conflict with 8472 behind the closed doors of the Fluidic realm. It was their fight now... The modified nanoprobe technology - courtesy of a certain vessel recovered from the Delta Quadrant 23 years ago - against Species 8472's otherwise seemingly impenetrable biomatter that constituted their bodies, their vessels and the greater hidden structures in their realm that were concealed from the common dimensions.
The Enzio was on course for Earth, the stars beginning to shoot by outside Ghes's ready room portal. There'd been a brief delay as the stand-in engineer had made a stuttering start in the leadership of his department, the warp coils not properly aligned when the XO had shouted the order to jump to warp as soon as they were clear of Fluidic Space. Tense moments ensued as the exhausted away team and the bridge crew watched for signs of pursuit while Enzio was effectively grounded at sublight.
Ghes was composing condolence letters to the relatives of deceased members of his crew and of the Vingazi's - whose Captain he felt he owed a personal apology for the loss of 49 of his crew. They'd not meant to be in harm's way - designed for the task force's purposes to be merely a weapons resupply tool.
He took his time on the last letter... This officer's service record, it sparkled brighter than his own. Commodore Telava of the USS Sparta, her grand vessel obliterated before the Enzio had even reached the system or ascertained the nature of the situation at Domusara. He smiled as he read her record, knowing he might've cried under similar circumstances. She had deserved the promotion to the admiralty more than him; they had both known it. Ghes had taken the promotion in his stride. Telava, the vulcan, repressed the envy he knew she'd felt. Perhaps the suppression of emotions had led her to rash actions in and around Domusara - rejecting Ghes's de jure authority over her and leading her ship into action well ahead of the task force, leading herself and her crew to their tragic deaths.
"Commander Matthew. Would you please come to my ready room," he commed the bridge. He swivelled in his chair to the reflecting black of the ready room desk surface and waited for the doors to part. Matthew stepped through, seeming confused.
"Ah, James, pull up a chair, as you humans like to say." Ghes pitched forward slightly, attempting to make light of the recent harrowing events. Leaving his XO at the desk he walked over to the replicator, "Drink...? Two malt whiskeys." Ghes recoiled at the scent rising from his glass. It wasn't his favourite of the human beverages but he'd been trying to acquire the taste. "So how did things go on the ship during our absence? Bridge well under control?"
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jan 6, 2015 14:41:41 GMT
Tiana was dimly aware of something lashing across the corridor; it hit Ghes across the face. He went down. Tiana whirled around without thinking and grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet.
"Should've left me," he murmured.
"Admiral. Not wishing to be insubordinate, but don't be so damn ridiculous," Tiana said shaking her head with the silliness of the situation. Given any level of choice she would never leave someone behind.
=/\=Beam out point fifty metres ahead,=/\= Marine Lieutenant Harvey commed, =/\=Hope you're not too far behind, Admiral.=/\=
"Tiana, answer that..." Ghes said, barely getting the words out.
Tiana was reaching for her comm. badge as she watched her CO collapse again. This time nothing hit him. It looked like his legs just gave out, but perhaps there was something more to it. She tagged her badge and then reached out again to catch his hand. This time he was providing much less help.
=/\=Nearly there Lieutenant, I’ll keep the comm. line open.=/\=
A couple of years ago she wouldn’t have had a chance at hauling Ghes to his feet now she could do it. She couldn’t have picked him up but hauling him to his feet she could do. Once he was more or less vertical with him feet under him, he was able to take most of his weight and run on his own although Tiana was sure that he wasn’t right.
"Commander Matthew. Prepare to transport. Wide beam, in approximately thirty seconds!" Ghes said. Tiana was pleased to hear his voice again.
Of course things were never simple. They had to go to the engineering section and a Species 8472 came along for the ride. Fortunately the away team were
"Is there an engineer among us... Lieutenant Harvey, one of your marines?" He received a nod from the senior marine and cast about at the part-ruined engineering. Why it was on fire he didn't know. "Tiana, it's not your exact area of expertise but I want this whole place shut down... Work with the marines' engineering specialist."
“Yes Sir,”
She wasn’t an engineer but this shouldn’t be too difficult, the hard part was going to be doing it without burning herself.
"Commander Matthew. Beam us back to the Enzio as soon as you read power failure of the station. Tiana's working on it... Have Saryn ready to take in casualties if he's up and about." He collapsed to the floor again. This time Tiana couldn’t reach for him, she had to keep disconnecting power circuits.
It was not long before she found herself back on the Enzio. She wasn’t sure how close they had come to getting caught and she knew she couldn’t stop to worry about that, they still had to find a way to get out of Fluidic space. Ghes was taken straight to sickbay, Tiana went to the main lab. It turned out that there had been some sort of suppression field generated by the station. The field had blended in to the shifting nature of Fluidic Space but had disappeared at the same moment as she had cut the power on the station.
After they had see that, there was a lot of work to do to trying to find a way back. It would be a relief to be home although there were still many unanswered questions. As a scientist Tiana didn't like unanswered questions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 21:19:16 GMT
Savin was surprised to find his father among those assisting the team to sickbay. "Ghes," he said, "help Ghes." He batted the older Vulcan's hands away as the man tried to get his son onto a bed. "I am fine," Savin insisted, though he was still coughing, "just smoke. I am uninjured."
Saryn pried the sword from his son's fingers, handing it to a nearby nurse for safekeeping. He knew his son well enough to know he was agitated, and not quite himself. Though the doctor was still experiencing the occasional chill from being frozen, he had been up on his feet for a little while now. "You are uninjured yes, but you are not fine my son. You are beyond exhaustion, I will give you something and then I need you to go home and get some rest."
Knowing better than to argue against his father, Savin nodded and allowed him to press a hypo against his throat. "Take care of the captain," he said, starting to feel a little drowsy already. He did need to sleep, he did need the quiet of sleep but most of all he needed meditation. Except, there was no time for that so it would have to wait until morning.
Savin left sickbay and headed back to his own quarters, stripping out of his uniform, entered his bathroom for a very quick sonic shower, then fell promptly asleep as soon as he crawled in bed.
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 12, 2015 19:15:32 GMT
Ghes waved away the physicians, nodding irritatedly. "Yes, yes, well the voices have gone away now, so I guess you can rest easy, as you humans are fond of saying. Hmm? Hmm, what was that? Oh, you're a Bolian, I'm sorry. It's difficult to tell, you see, with me having gone insane." "Our apologies, Admiral. Just a few close-ups of those nanoprobes... If it was the Borg making contact they should show signs of latent activity despite their inert state..." Ghes grimaced as the subdermal microscope was applied to his neck. "So you don't think I've gone insane. So I'm fit to meet the Admiral?" The physicians around him still seemed dubious. He'd been transferred to the Spacedock's primary sickbay, once it'd been established that Saryn's sickbay aboard the Enzio lacked the necessary tools to scan his brain for recent interaction with Borg trans-syntactic protocols. The doctor had apologised for having to let Ghes go early. The Captain had dragged himself through the corridors, ending up in his quarters, facing the gold-gilt framed artwork of the many-headed Cerberus. Hesiod's Exception, he'd only then discovered the oil painting had been called. It depicted 50-headed Cerberus leering over three voyagers who'd dared the mouth of hell. One with silver armour, shield raised before him sparkling with light, flanked by two in drab clothing, the silver warrior's escorts. Another warrior lay some steps behind the trio; slain by a claw of Cerberus, his blood dripped off the narrow path the quartet had traversed to reach Hades, into the black depths that extended to the bottom of the painting. He shook off the image, it having left a potent after-image in his mind. These coincidences occurred everywhere, and were always more noticeable when one happened to be paying attention. In this case, the Borg had identified the possible comparison between Hesiod's Cerberus and the expanding forces of the rebel 8472s - from 2 bioships to well over 50, eventually thousands. Now in the main sickbay of Spacedock, he was desperate to get before Admiral Johns and his committee, explain his actions around Domusara, and how, through Ghes, the actions had been those of three parties: himself, aliens who dwelt outside this galaxy, and an implacable enemy that resided within machinery in the little explored Delta Quadrant. ~ Mission 005: Hesiod's Exception is concluded ~
Thank you all for a very enjoyable mission
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