Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 1, 2015 4:50:27 GMT
OOC: Welcome Admiral Reynolds, hopefully this gives you a way into the mission
Lieutenant Zelski stood at the tactical station on the bridge of the saucer section after the ship's MVAM. The current attack pattern had the three sections weaving between the three Maroan ships, executing full 360 z-minus turns and constant roles, which left Zelski and the rest of the bridge staff feeling somewhat sick, as the dampeners struggled to cope. "Phaser hit on the lead Maroan vessel has pierced its shields, Admiral. Their engines read as offline."
He was about to suggest an immediate tractor beam together with further phaser fire at the Maroan ship to destroy its weapons' capability, but as he spoke he realised the ship was picking up a long range hail; he wondered how long the light had been flashing as he informed the Admiral, "Sir, we're being hailed... by the USS Scavenger." Zelski's surprise was evident.
"Can't it wait. We're kind of busy here Lieutenant, if you hadn't noticed."
Zelski looked down, shaking his head, "They request acknowledgement of their hail, and wish to speak with you immediately sir. They're thirty six hours away from us, on a direct heading."
"Very well. On screen."
<tag Reynolds, Smith>
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Matthew Reynolds
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"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 6, 2015 0:37:21 GMT
The screen activated and showed the bridge of the USS Olympia. It was evident that the crew of the Olympia was in the middle of something far more important than answering their hail.
"Scavenger what can we help you with?" the Admiral asked his attention clearly divided between the Scavenger and the issue at hand.
"Admiral, we are escorting Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds to the Olympia, he has been assigned to your crew as an advisor, we were hailing you because Starbase 47 indicated you would have been in our current system and not in your current location," Sam replied," you are clearly engaged in battle. We will increase our speed to come to your aid. Scavenger out."
(Tag Smith, Olympia)
"Increase our speed to maximum warp, I want to reach the Olympia as soon as possible, when we are thirty minutes out, I want the Scavenger at battle stations," Sam ordered," sir if you could please make yourself useful."
"Captain, you this is your ship, you give the orders here," Matt said as he took an operations station on the bridge and began going through each department making sure that everything was in order in case they had to fight there way to the Olympia.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 19:50:23 GMT
=/\= Admiral, we are escorting Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds to the Olympia, he has been assigned to your crew as an advisor, we were hailing you because Starbase 47 indicated you would have been in our current system and not in your current location. You are clearly engaged in battle. We will increase our speed to come to your aid. Scavenger out. =/\=
The viewscreen flickered off before Steve could say another word. "And hello to you too!" He muttered to himself. While seeing Matt again was not an altogether bad thing, why on Earth would they need a mission advisor?? And of all the times for someone to arrive, now was certainly not a good time. He did not have much time to dwell on that as the rocking of the ship being hit by weapons fire shifted him out of his thoughts.
"Keep up the firing, making sure we incapacite those ships. But no more than that.....I want them disabled, not destroyed." Steve turned and sat down in his chair again. "Oh, and do try to avoid their weapons. Burn marks on our hull looks unsightly."
The continuous phaser fire on the remaining moving Maroan vessels continued, complete with several volleys of Quantum torpedoes. Many of the phaser shots just hit the shields and made no obvious damage, but the unrelenting onslaught from the three sections of the Olympia was taking it's toll on the enemy ships, and they were graudally being worn down.
The Primary section of the Olympia shuddered a few times as it was stuck by the Maroans weapons, but it was nothing to worry about....the Olympia has been hit with FAR worse in it's time...even having one of the sections almost ripped in half once, so this was no cause for concern.
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 10, 2015 18:19:35 GMT
Passis had nearly finished setting up the pattern enhancers, Seth and another security officer guarding the entry to this chamber of horrors. Commander Rose and the science officer stood to one side, looking over the machinery in the corner which seemed to connect in some hidden way to each of the eight torture chairs. They'd already unhooked all the tubes and wiring from the experimented-on prisoners and had laid them on the floor, the hard surface much preferable to the cold metal of the angular chairs.
"Commander," Helacaan got the first officer's attention, who turned from her surveying of the science equipment the Maroans had been using, "We're just about ready here sir. As long as the Olympia is not engaged in a desperate fight we should be able to beam everyone out within the next minute."
<tag Rose, Smith>
There was moaning from the floor near to him; he looked across and saw a prisoner stripped to the waist, his skin a pale grey and eyes half-shut and bloodshot. Despite his grogginess the terror in the man was obvious. Seth leant down and felt the man's forehead - there were cranial markings near the temples. Which race was this? he thought.
He didn't get the chance to ask as he involuntarily yelped, withdrawing his hand. The man's skin was searing hot. He held his hand up to the poor light and saw the blistering epidermis. He didn't need this confirmation however as he could hear the sizzling of burnt skin and the smell that arose.
Alpha Squadron's medic came to assist him, short of an auto skin-healing instrument and bandaging his hand instead. He started to thank the man before what he fast recognised as one of the visions began to overtake him - the same hallucinations that the prisoners of this ship had been suffering. Appearing in the midst of the dream-like image was one of the Maroans, this one in long grey robes rather than the navy blue uniform the human Maroans they'd encountered thus far had wore, approaching him and holding out a scroll. So this is the almighty, he thought sarcastically as he collapsed to his knees.
Security officers gathered round him, and from the floor one of the prisoners was speaking in a low monotonous voice, "Warning was given. This is the initial stage. To your memory to their armies to their memory..."
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 2, 2016 11:04:01 GMT
Seth looked about at the security officers, nodded and indicated that they move within the area drawn out by the pattern enhancers, which would allow them to be beamed through the thick sensor-dispersing hull of this Maroan-appropriated Klingon vessel and back on to the Olympia. He cast one look at the robed figure standing in the doorway; it was now clear that this man was the chief of the Maroans aboard the vessel, with even Alan Cerver, the person who had professed to be the commander of these human mercenaries and torturers, beneath him.
Seth looked at the security officers guarding Commander Rose, the science officer and the former prisoners of these Maroans, and directed them to bring the robed figure, who was so far silent, within the boundary of the pattern enhancers. Whoever he was, he was coming to the Olympia with them to answer for his crimes.
"I must protest, I've done nothing wrong... they bribed me, took me into custody when I refused, tortured me as well as those you're guarding..." the man was muttering through his long beard; his robes were ragged and torn, draped over him like a nation's flag draped over a coffin.
"Who are you?" Seth asked.
"It matters not," he began in response, as the transporter effect washed over them. Their destination, the embattled Olympia.
On the other side, in the transporter room, the robed enemy dropped to the surface as more security rushed forward to secure the prisoners. Seth's deputy chief Lieutenant Anthony moved forward and looked over the robed man, "Another one of the prisoners?" he asked. "He looks... only a 'little' less worse for wear."
"He is one of the captors, from what I can gather," Helacaan replied, brushing away his deputy and directing him to see to the eight former experiment subjects' needs and to speak to Commander Rose. He glared down at the barely conscious man, "Why doesn't it matter? Your name?"
"Because you have killed, or are killing I presume, those responsible for these atrocities."
Seth gritted his teeth. As much as he would've liked it to be the case - it being the general way of things on his home colony; when an enemy was confronted and beaten, his and his brother John's guerrillas left none alive - he was still bound to his duty as a Starfleet officer. "We will disable their vessels, if able, and will bring them to justice."
He left the transporter room, Commander Rose and the other groups dispersing to take up their various duties, and returned to the bridge, entering and taking his station, relieving the junior officer Zelski (Seth had been beamed into the primary hull). "Admiral, two of the Maroan ships are coming around for another pass... They're targeting our warp nacelles... Quantum torpedoes armed sir."
<tag Adm Smith, All>
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Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 4, 2016 23:23:20 GMT
The crew of the USS Scavenger was attentively observing the battle using their long distance scanners. Matthew quietly observed from the station to the right of Commander Worthington, his former executive officer and protΓ©gΓ©. Matthew knew that the Olympia would be able to hold the line until the Scavenger arrived, but Matt was never one to actually take that for granted. Space was dangerous, 25th century weapons were dangerous, and people no matter what, were also dangerous. Once the Scavenger arrived to reinforce the Olympia, Matt would feel relieved, not a second before.
"How much longer?" Sam asked of his operations officer.
"Captain, we'll be arriving within twenty minutes," the operations officer replied.
"Sam don't worry, the Olympia is one hell of a ship and they have an experienced crew," Matt said hoping to reassure his friend while he himself could not be reassured," plus Admiral Smith wouldn't let anything happen to his ship if he could help it. We'll get there and clean up the mess that this people have begun."
"You do know that this doesn't work, I tried many times to cheer you up when we were stuck, but you never got better. It wasn't until the situation was dealt with that you calmed down," Sam retorted to his friend.
"You need to stop being so observant you know," Matt replied," we're almost there and things will happen rather quickly."
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 9, 2016 14:19:30 GMT
The quantum torpedoes - the third volley from the Olympia since Seth had got back to the bridge - hailed down on two of the grey Maroan ships that'd been caught in their latest retreat - they were conducting hit and run attacks on the Oly, making it difficult for the Prometheus class to bring full firepower to bear in a concentrated area which, they'd hoped, would've been occupied by three Maroan craft.
Seth looked over the damage readings of the three vessels they were engaged with - one Oly hull section to each of the Maroan craft - and was reminded that one of the Maroan vessels was virtually disabled; its engines disabled, it could only fire sporadically at the secondary hull of the Oly as it rotated away helplessly from the region of battle. Despite the evasive tactics of the Maroans, this time they'd been caught in their retreat, the remaining two engines-operational craft hit by the salvo of quantums.
"Reading critical damage to their lead vessel, Admiral. Their core... may be going critical. Estimate 30 seconds until destruction of the vessel." What more he'd intended to say he held off on for now, seeing that the Admiral was deep in contemplation, and knowing that the man was thinking and pondering over the same thing. Not being able to wait any longer Seth spoke, "Do we transport the survivors of their crew aboard sir?"
<tag Adm Smith>
Tentatively - for he knew what moral and ethically depraved levels the Maroans had degenerated to, in their experiments on those the Oly crew had just rescued from the appropriated 100 years old Klingon warship-turned-torture chamber - his finger hovered over the transporter graphic, which would send a signal down to the transporter room to have the chief bring all survivors of the lead Maroan craft aboard.
Another report in from the Ops officer the other side of the bridge, "Sir, the tertiary section is reporting damage to their starboard nacelle. Any more hits from the second Maroan ship in that area and they could be in trouble." Seth's mind was racing - either they'd need to evacuate the tertiary hull, and not deactivate MVAM with the tertiary section still intact (but possibly not far from destruction), or they took their chances and let the tertiary hull battle it out so the Oly preserved its numerical advantage.
He noticed Commander Rose enter the bridge, taking her place next to the CO. The hectic confrontation between agile warships - all at various angles relative to the galactic plane as they dived above and below each other, presenting their best sides of defence - was almost enough to keep Helacaan from missing the sensor reading, beeping from the edge of the tactical station; he looked at it, "Sir, detecting the USS Scavenger on short-range sensors now. They are fifteen minutes away."
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 21, 2016 0:18:40 GMT
It was never easy to face an enemy in battle. When an enemy discovers that their chances of victory are gone, they tend to do crazy things. In his years of service, Matt had seen his enemies do foolish things in a last attempt to cause as much damage as possible before being killed or taken captive. Not knowing the situation the Olympia was in, Matt knew that no chances could be taken. It was their responsibility to save as many lives as possible Federation and any possible enemy alike. As the battle progressed, Matt could see that the tertiary hull was in serious trouble. Nothing could be done to increase the speed of the ship, so the waiting seemed unbearable. The crew of the Scavenger knew what was to come, they had been in many battles before, but the wait before the storm was hell on the soul.
"Lieutenant, once we drop out of warp, target the vessel attacking the tertiary hull," Sam ordered from the center seat," once we have disabled the enemy vessel, we'll focus on the other ships."
"Yes sir," the Lieutenant replied as he inputted a few commands into his console. The attack would be quick and if everything went according to plan, the battle would be over within a short period of time.
The Scavenger had arrived and like a flash of lightening the battle began.
"Fire"
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 31, 2016 19:01:02 GMT
The bridge crew watched the Scavenger wheel away after its first strike on the ship attacking the tertiary section; Seth checked his console, "Substantial damage has been done to the Maroan vessel... reading a failure in their impulse drive, they're now adrift unless they jump to warp."
Much to their surprise it did not, but continued to drift, slowly rotating and eventually exited the battlezone. The beleaguered tertiary hull was now free from imminent danger, however the two other ships still posed a threat. Seth thought about the robed old man, self-proclaimed spiritual leader of the Maroans, now languishing in their sickbay or brig, whichever one was deemed suitable for his medical condition and foul ways.
One of the rescued prisoners had spoken cryptic words to Seth just before the robed Maroan leader had first hailed them. He had said something like... 'this is the initial stage: from your memory, to their armies, to their memory.' It may well be obscure nonsense for all Seth knew, the delirious thoughts bursting out of the imprisoned man in his throes of agony. Something would be engraved in the Oly crew's memories? 'From our memory...' he thought, Were they telepathic? Evidence of ESP in humans was not without precedent... perhaps this particular strain of colonists had found ways to harness that nascent power, building their colony on foundations of humans with advanced telepathic or perhaps even telekinetic powers. He knew he was speculating madly here, and being content to leave the musing to another time returned his focus to the task at hand.
"The other two ships are coming around at the Scavenger..." the Ops officer was saying, "They are firing photon torpedoes into her aft shielding."
"Take us in closer," Admiral Smith stood. Helacaan readied the torpedoes; the primary hull's shields were at 62%, it would take the punishment that he knew the Admiral was allowing for it to be dealt, while Smith continued, "Put us between the Maroan ships and the Scavenger, and coordinate with the secondary hull in our attack, have it go beneath the vessels and fire on their left flank. They won't be expecting attack from there."
"Phasers and torpedoes ready sir," Seth reported, wishing that he still had the Akira class Nevada under him, with its multitude of torpedo tubes; however what they had should suffice. The Admiral nodded and the primary and secondary hulls made their moves. Diving between the Maroan ships still screaming towards the Scavenger with pulse weapon fire, and the Scavenger itself, the primary section unleashed a broadside of torpedoes into the relatively fixed targets of the Maroans' prows. Meanwhile the secondary section was raking the port sides of the embattled enemy with phaser fire. The combined effort of the two Oly hulls soon had the Maroans in retreat.
"Secondary hull is harrowing the enemy in its retreat," Seth reported. An alert sounded on another part of his console, "Sir, the Scavenger is hailing." Smith nodded and Seth had a channel opened.
A Starfleet Captain and an Admiral appeared on the viewscreen. "Admiral Reynolds. We owe you a great debt. Without your assistance we wouldn't have had a chance to save the tertiary hull of the Olympia. Would you like to come aboard, have a tour of the Olympia?"
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Post by Lennard Meshers on Feb 16, 2016 23:59:26 GMT
The naked flame was a bath of yellow, gold, ochre hell. A battle in the void that had tried and tested the Oly's capabilities to the furthest extent. And now they were being greeted by a new Admiral, a new vessel.
Lenny's first thought was: This was a test. A trial run of the most sordid kind. Picture the scene: a group of renegade, mercenary scientists conduct a series of grisly psychological tests on a hapless party of volunteers. Prisoners of war, perhaps? A sect cut within Starfleet with the most delicate of scythes? A plant? And what, meanwhile, had become of the remainder of their armada? The Inca, the Kingdom, the London?
It was not the first battle Lenny had come face-to-face with in terms of sheer fireworks, clear danger, peril; this informed his retro-active opinion that something was awry.
He fell in to walking with Ensign Martins after the Admiral's arrival on the Oly, ten minutes before the briefing with the big guns: the new and much talked-of Reynolds, Smith, Commander Rose and Helacaan. They were discussing the mission, the retreat of the Maroans' ships and the current exit from the Maro system.
"Something doesn't add up?" replied Martins, frowning and smiling. "Lieutenant, with all due respect, you need to stop reading so many holonovels."
Lenny couldn't help chuckling in response. "Maybe you're right, Ensign" he said, choosing to go along with her in addressing each other - for now - by rank only, "But I know we may get some answers. I'm sure this Admiral Reynolds knows something about the Maroans that we don't. Starfleet has to have a file on them, somewhere..."
"Well, maybe you will get some answers" Martins replied, although she still sounded amused rather than believing, as the pair of them parted, she heading for the lower decks, he for the briefing room.
(tag Reynolds)
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