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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2006 6:49:59 GMT
Konal winced in pain as the cadet placed a bandage on her neck. She quickly composed herself.
"Where... where am I?" the Cardassian asked. The last thing she remembered was a rumbling feeling inside her shuttle.
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"How long have I been out?" Konal didn't wait for an answer and tried to sit herself upright. Someone who was clearly dressed as a doctor came scrambling over, gently pushing Konal back down into a lying position. As the doctor did so, a blue haze engulfed the Denobulin. It wasn't long before Konal, too, found herself rematerializing in what appeared to be a lit cave of some sort. Konal touched her head in pain to assess the number and severity of the lacerations.
A female cadet walked by, nearly stepping on Konal's foot as she passed. After apologizing, she introduced herself quickly as Cadet Kiral Mallen.
"Maybe you can tell me what has happened, Cadet."
<tag Kiral>
"And him? Is he a cadet too?" Konal pointed at an Andorian Cadet, who was very intent on finding some sort of weakness in the force field surrounding the entrance. Mallen was about to reply when Halthor noticed he was being referenced and scurried over.
<Tag Halthor>
"Well, I'm sure you'll find your way out of here. My expertise is not in security." Konal sat up and winked at Halthor, who went back to his work. Mallen disappeared quickly at the sight of a marine and a female officer ... wearing a Captain's uniform... walking in a path that would have them converging at any moment. Behind the marine, a Vulcan cadet was following, keeping a noticeable distance. "Ah Captain, I was hoping I would meet you." Konal sat up slowly this time.
T'lana gave an acknowledge glance, and continued on. The interruption allowed the marine to pass without a conflict.
"She's probably busy trying to coordinate," Konal decided, not even atuned to the fact that she was a long way off from being Admiral Drew. "There's no use bothering the person who is in charge."
Cadet Warrick was finishing up her treatment, which took longer than it should have after being interrupted from the transport and having the dermal regenerator left behind on the ship. That, of course, was no fault of hers, but it did make the job more difficult.
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Post by vanderhalthor on Nov 21, 2006 16:18:44 GMT
"So whats all the commotion, Hello Konal, nice to meet you, names Vander Halthor, im a cadet 3rd class aboard the USS Hanson. Nice to make your acquaintance." cdt Halthor nodded to the new science instructor and went back to his duties.
With the force field up on the entrance there was no way to get out and it was apparent that there had to be some way of getting out of the contraption.
Only time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2006 20:18:10 GMT
Keeping her eyes on both the irritated Vulcan captain and the injured Starfleet Officer, S'reena moved closer towards Brelev so they could continue their discussion in hushed tones. However, before she could respond, she felt a transporter beam take her again. When she materialised she and the rest of the senior staff and cadets found themselves in a very damp, foul smelling and obviously mouldy surrounding.
The walls were solid rock, there were no windows and there were plenty of armed Klingons that walked their way. They ushered Brelev and the cadets one way, together with the rest of the senior staff. S'reena watched as they hardhandedly seized Tarapik, striking him across the cheek. The Romulan rushed forward to help the fallen cadet up, but she was roughly seized by both arms too.
"Tarapik!" she called, but Brelev was already helping the Vulcan cadet up. The two Klingons hauled her away from the group and threw her in a smaller and dirtier room. She lost her balance as she was tossed in and she landed on her knees in a puddle of water. Quickly she scrambled to her feet only to be thrown off again as T'Lana collided with her.
She glared at the Klingons as one backhanded her again. Then a door was slammed shut and they were alone. S'reena climbed back to her feet and got away from the puddle as far as she could, trembling in sudden fear. The small room was barren of any furniture, save a dirty mattrass in the corner. The floor was covered in what looked to be bodily fluids from a previous occupant.
She covered her mouth and nose as the smell caused bile to rise into her throat. Then she moved to pull T'Lana to her feet, only to be forcefully shoved away by a snarling Vulcan. Instead, S'reena walked to the door and glanced through the barred window, only to see Brelev and the rest of the Hanson crew being ushered into an opposite, much larger room.
(all of you....we're somewhere underground. It's damp, mouldy, smelly...and lots of Klingons that particularly hate anything with pointed ears.)
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Post by brelev on Nov 21, 2006 23:26:26 GMT
Brelev was hauled back as a force field appeared separating S'reena and T'lana from the rest of the crew. "Do you have any idea what this is going to do to Klingon Federation relations, do you people start wars for fun!?" she screamed at her captor, then realized that of course being Klingon wars where for the most part fun. The thought sickened her.
With T'lana and S'reena separated from the crew, that put her in charge and Brelev was not certain she wanted that responsibility on top of CMO. Michael would be not be in the best shape to do her job, with his kids to look after and his wife gone, Dana was, although capable, still just a cadet, the EMH was of course not with them and the two new nurses where inexperienced at best. No, Brelev would need to multitask yet again. The entire group was herded down the cave and into the middle of a large cavern. The Klingon guards backed off and a forcefield descended around the Hanson crew. Brelev could hear faint screams and machinery noise coming from deeper within the complex.
"Dana, keep an eye on Konal." Brelev ordered as loudly as she could without attracting the attention of the Klingon guards. "Michael, I need you to focus okay, go find your children and help the nursery staff with the younger members of the crew. Ellena, did you manage to get any other supplies? Good, I need you to help Cadet Tarapik he's been hurt. Allana, cycle around the group and see if anyone else is injured. If you have any questions, Dana is in charge until I get back. I need to find the other senior officers and figure out what the hell is going on."
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Her medical team jumped into action and Brelev headed into the group to find Daya, Methos, Crystal, and Salek.
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Post by Daya on Nov 22, 2006 0:29:44 GMT
S'reena walked over to Daya, Methos, Tarapik and Chevalier. "Any idea what you may have triggered?" she asked, though she knew very well that they couldn't have activated any transporter. They were willfully transported here, wherever 'here' was. "Tarapik, stay with Commander Daya, and see if you can scout around a little. Methos, Chevalier, do the same. Keep in contact with eachother." She glanced at Daya, then held out her hand. "I'd like my blade back though," she smiled, indicating the polished and engraved blade at his waist. "You've held on to it long enough now."
"i was growing quite fond of it" Daya replied as he handed over the blade, whincing slightly from the phaser burn in shoulder. "i should get this looked at" He said absentmindedly. "Commander," Tarapik told him when he got to him "I am detecting a forcefield on the entrance of the cave. I believe I can lower it. I do not know what we can do on an unknown planet, but I believe we will be better of outside." Then he raised his head and asked "Shall I proceed?"
"No, not yet cadet, i dont want anyone getting hurt" Daya replied, just before being transported again, this time into a rather large cavern type place, with lots of armed klingons surrounding them. Daya stood staring a pair of them down, while cadet Tarapik was struck. Daya rushed forward and punched the Klingon, only to be hit in the stomach and knocked to the ground.
A swift kick to his side got Daya back to his knees, where he crawled to the rest of group. "Well, that didnt work out like i hoped"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2006 15:16:23 GMT
T’lana could not believe what was happening. Only a few short hours before, she had been touring the Hanson, making notes on what areas to improve, which crew to replace. Then everything had gone horribly wrong, it had all started with that drill, before she knew what was happening, Klingons were everywhere, the ship had been taken, and now the entire crew beamed to some planet. To make matters even worse, she now appeared to be stuck in a cell with the insufferable Commander S’reena Hope.
She angrily pushed S’reena’s offered hand away, as the Commander tried to help her to her feet. Instead, with great difficultly, she pulled herself back up, leaning heavily on the wall. A quick survey of the area told her that she and S’reena, as well as Cadet Tarapik, with in a single stone cell, the gentle hum of a generator told her that a forcefield was in place at the entrance. She had not seen where the rest of the crew had gone. She noticed then that Commander Hope was at the edge of the cell, apparently watching something.
“What is it?” T’lana demanded, walking over to her First Officer with great difficultly.
“They are taking the reminder of the crew into another holding area,” Hope replied, “I saw them leading them into that larger room there, and then disappear down some caves.”
“I believe we managed to get a distress call out,” young Tarapik said, walking up to join his senior officers, “logically, Starfleet will dispatch a rescue ship.”
“Which will allow them to find the Hanson,” T’lana replied, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice, this was a Captains worse nightmare, this was a Vulcan[/i[ Captain’s worse nightmare. She had let barbarians like the Klingons get the better of her!
“And the Hanson logs will record our location,” Hope said confidently, “Admiral Drew will find us.”
“It is Admiral Drew’s incompetence that has resulted in us being captured,” T’lana snarled, once again not caring about her emotions, “it was his job to find Admiral Lin before he could cause any trouble, clearly he has failed.”
T’lana noticed the sharp glare that came to Commander Hope’s eyes as she criticized the Admiral. Loyalty - another feeble emotion.
Ignoring Commander Hope for now, T’lana turned her attention directly to Tarapik, he was after a Tactical Cadet.
“Cadet, what are your suggestions for escape?”
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Post by tarapik on Nov 23, 2006 16:12:50 GMT
No, not yet cadet, i don't want anyone getting hurt" Daya replied "Very, well, sir," Tarapik responded "I understand your motives. I'll still make the preparations, if wee need a quick escape." Then he turned to the other direction and started the preparations for lowering the forcefield. What he didn't tell to lieutenant commander Daya was, that he simply needed something to distract himself with. Tarapk stopped the stream of thoughts in his mind and concentrated on the procedure. He first took out the tricoder, activated it and took a detailed scan of the forcefield, memorizing the bands in the memory of the scanning device. Then he took his phaser out, opened the maintenance panel with one shake of his hand and connected it with the tricoder. Then Tarapik set the phaser beam's frequency to the exact measured of the forcefield. He closed the tricoder and placed it back on his belt, then raised the phaser in a position, similar to the firing one, to check the settings once again. At that moment it happened again. The blue matter stream surrounded Tarapik, once again transporting him to an unknown location. Through the blue mist, the Vulcan managed to see that all the Starfleet personnel in his view was getting beamed too. After the transport was over, Tarapik manage to notice that they were now in a dark cave, filled with Klingons. He shuddered, against his will, and quickly tried to drop his phaser. Logic dictated there is no use in trying to defend. But it was too late. His stance had fooled the hasty, violent klingons, who had taken it as a fire position. He felt that someone took the phaser of his hand. Then Tarapik felt a jerked, and very strong hit trough his cheek, that made him fall. If Tarapik was human, he was going to be out cold. He felt biting trough his cheek and the taste of blood in his mouth. His entire face stained with green blood. Trough the ring in his ears he managed to hear commander Hope screaming his name. Tarapik felt that he was getting dragged to somewhere. Trough the mist before his eyes he managed to see that he was dragged in opposite direction of the crew. Then he didn't remember anything. A few minutes later he woke up. He was in a small room. He couldn't see much, because his eyes were covered with a green substance, that was, as he understood later on, his blood. Tarapik tried rubbing his eyes and carefully stood up. He quickly made a judgment of his physical condition. His right cheek had pins and needles, and there were two teeth missing in the right of his jaw. His right eye was almost closed and he had a few scratches from the dragging, but other than that he was fine. Tarapik pulled up on the wall and stood up groaning. He shook his head to remove the dizziness and to clear his mind. He looked around and noticed that he was in a small room, barren of any furniture, save a dirty mattress in the corner. The floor was covered in what looked to be bodily fluids from a previous occupant. Captain T'lana and commander Hope were also in the room. "Vulcan and a Romulan" Tarapik realized "we are the only crew members with pointed ears." He nodded at the two senior officers. They were leading a conversation. “They are taking the reminder of the crew into another holding area, I saw them leading them into that larger room there, and then disappear down some caves.” Hope was just saying. “I believe we managed to get a distress call out,” Tarapik said, walking up to join his senior officers, “logically, Starfleet will dispatch a rescue ship." He then was sorry for saying that. The two women started arguing about Admiral Drew's competence or incompetence. Tarapik had the feeling that they are always arguing about anything. He refrained from expressing his opinion, because he didn't know the admiral. They stopped arguing soon. He didn't realize that the situation is so bad. “Cadet, what are your suggestions for escape?” T'lana turned to him. Tarapik made a few steps toward the only window and looking trough it, said "According to my opinion as a marine cadet, captain, they are just a bit below zero." he responded. Then he closed his eyes, strongly clenching his teeth and fists. This was making him too nervous. And he is a Vulcan! He then turned back, a bit relaxed, and placed his hand on his tricoder, taking it out and activated it. He turned to the senior officers: "If we have a phaser, I would be able to lower the forcefield. But I am afraid that this is our only possibility." <tag T'lana\Hope> OOC: No problem, admiral. If you could just change your account when posting.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2006 19:18:37 GMT
"But we don't have a phaser," S'reena spoke up, ignoring the Vulcan captain from now on. If she couldn't muster the decency to speak with some respect about Admiral Drew, then S'reena had nothing further to say to her. "And I would strongly advise against firing on an active forcefield."
The Romulan motioned at the heavy concrete door. "Even if that forcefield is first barred by this concrete door here. And I doubt even my weapon will help us on that front." She patted her boot, in which she had concealed her Honour Blade.
Then, the door creaked open and four heavily armed Klingons barged in, jabbing activated pain-sticks at the three prisoners. S'reena watched T'Lana and Tarapik go down and reeled back in pain when the Klingon jabbed her painfully in the side. "Stand back," the Klingon barked, giving them a firm shove when he felt they didn't move swiftly enough.
She scrambled back, her boots slipping on the muddy soil at the centre of their cell. The three of them watched in anticipation as two more Klingons entered, carrying someone between them. They thrust their captive forward and S'reena gasped when she recognised Salek. The six Klingons laughed at them, then left.
"Salek!" S'reena exclaimed, falling to her knees beside the Vulcan counselor. When she turned him over with Tarapik's aid, they could see the counselor was severely beaten and presently unconscious. They dragged him over to the soggy matrass in the corner, while S'reena removed her tunic and dipped it in the puddle of water, and continued to clean up his injuries. "What did they do to you?" she whispered, then shivered involuntarily.
The Romulan knew that in these damp conditions, her Vulcan companions wouldn't last long, as they were bred for hot and dry conditions. "If I get my hands on that Trill," she scowled, "he'll regret the day he recoverd the truth about all his symbionts!"
(tarapik/t'lana)
Meanwhile, Michael had joined the nursing twins in making their rounds, having entrusted his young children in the care of two other young mothers. Seeing the two female cadets as well as the Andorian male cadet huddled togeter, he walked up to them, after making sure the senior staff was all right.
"How are you holding up cadets?" he querried, "Mallen, Warrick did Brelev not ask you to keep checking on the crewmembers' health? In these conditions there are bound to be people becoming ill." He stiffled a cough. "I am no exclusion." He looked around. "I saw S'reena and T'Lana getting separated from us. Anyone heard why yet? And where are Salek and Cadet Tarapik?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2006 16:42:48 GMT
Konal wasn't one to sit around and watch as events unfolded, but she equally was not one to cause a commotion. She lay still, per Dr. Brelev's orders, and waited with Cadet Warrick for what seemed like an eternity.
The blood flow that was once dripping from the side of Konal's face had stopped, and Konal used some water sitting nearby to wash off that which had dried.
"Cadet, how much experience do you have with botany? Mold, in general?"
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"The reason I ask is," Konal turned slowly while sitting, trying not to off balance herself, " because I have a feeling that that moss over there is a natural coagulant. It should be able to stop some of the minor bleeding on the injured."
Konal's head pounded as she spoke. All she wanted right now was to rest, but it was now her duty to take charge, even though she hasn't even formally been made an instructor yet.
Cadet Warrick scraped off some of the cave moss and brought it to Konal, who inspected it to be sure it was indeed the correct kind. After Konal applied some to the large cut on her outer neck ridge, the cadet took the moss to the other crew members.
Konal closed her eyes. She could hear yelling in the caverns beyond the forcefield holding them hostage. The security cadet was testing for weaknesses, but Konal lacked the experience to know if he was getting anywhere. On her last assignment on Outpost 1.2.9, there has been little need for forcefields. Only once did they have a space borne plant that required a vacuum for its existence. Never did she have to deactivate it unconventionally.
Konal wished something would just happen. She was clearly in a weakened state, and not having the upper hand as a Cardassian, felt useless.
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Post by methos on Nov 26, 2006 3:49:38 GMT
Methos was standing in front of his detatchment of Marines. He noticed that 3 marines were missing. All three of them were at least part Vulcan, if not full Vulcan. He made a mental note and told them that they were to provide security to the teams that would no doubt be foraging for food.
He then dismissed them and went looking for the other senior staff. He saw that they were all gathered around what would become the 'Command Center'. He walked up to them and said, "Well, it looks like everyone of Vulcan decent as well as Romulan are missing. I think that they were purposly segregated from the rest of the crew. The only thing I can't figure out is, why?"
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Post by brelev on Nov 28, 2006 3:57:31 GMT
"Klingons and Romulans don't have a very good history in terms of getting along, and It would not surprise me if they have grouped the Vulcans in with their distant cousins. I'm a little concerned about Konal, the Cardassians and the Klingons have a rocky past as well, but perhaps her age has played to her advantage." Brelev replied. "I'm not sure why we are here, but given the fact none of us did anything it's very likely that we where dumped her out of convenience rather then for punishment."
Before the others could reply a large group of armed Klingons approached the force field several of the crewman and cadets where testing for weakness. "Away from there you spineless pigs! You won't find anything, this prison has been existance since before your grandmother was a mewing babe, it's been tried and tested, none have escaped." one of the guards, whome Brelev assumed was the leader, bellowed. "You, give them each ten lashes for their gull." He barked over his shoulder. Two slightly smaller, but equally mean looking guards bounded forward. They each bore a whip like item that seemed to hum and glow with electricity.
"Whose brave enough to go fist." one of the men sneered, flicking his wipe impatiently.
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"NO!" Brelev yelled as she stepped out of the group of officers. "Take your hands off them and explain to us why we are here!"
The Klingon leader looked lightly taken aback by the sudden bravery of the middle aged Denobulan Doctor. "You are here because you are criminals and thus will be treated as you deserve. Now unless you have something worth while to say, keep your wide mouth shut or you'll join your pointy eared friends with welts on that ridged back of yours." he gave her a wicked smile and turned back to the remaining men behind him. "Take them to the mines!"
Brelev was grabbed by the tunic by the Klingon wardon and pulled up into her toes. "If I hear that anyone in your group has caused any trouble I will hold you and everyone else responsible, including the brats, understand?"
Brelev almost gagged from the smell of gagh on his face. "Perfectly" she caughed. He let her go and she fell back onto the ground.
"Move it!" The klingons shouted as the forcefield opened and the Hanson crew was directed down a dimly lit cavern and the screams grew steadily louder.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2006 11:15:25 GMT
A’Tor son of Merak laughed as the pathetic Starfleet scum were pushed past him. It had been too long since Starfleet had feared Klingons! There would have been a time when just the mention of a Klingon would have caused a Starfleet Captain to soil his command chair. But not now, A’Tor knew his people had become weak, the Federation had corrupted them with their ideas. Now it would be time to restore that fear, and remind these weak creatures of there proper place!
A commotion further down the line caught A’Tor’s attention; a young human female had fallen, apparently unable to cope. A’Tor grinned.
“Get up!” he bellowed, as he unbuckled the painstick from his belt, “or I will kill you.”
The woman looked up at him with a pathetic pleading look; her face was already badly wounded from her fall, and it was clear she had broken several bones. A’Tor laughed as the woman screamed at the touch of his painstick.
“Leave her alone you Klingon pig!” a human male yelled furiously, trying to run to help his fallen comrade.
“Kill him,” A’Tor said coldly, not even bothering to turn to watch the death. He was having too much torturing this woman. He hurried mortified gaps of horror from the prisoners behind him as the sound of disrupter fire filled the cavern.
“Do not stop!” A’Tor bellowed at the prisoners, several of whom had haunted looks on their faces, “continue to move, there is work to be done!”
Leaving the woman where she lay, A’Tor struck another nearby human with his painstick, “I said move!”
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Cadets, you are being taken down to the mines in this prison. The conditions are very harsh, and the Klingons are clearly evil little so in sos. The mission is nearing its conclusion, and a rescue team is on the way. Graduation should be next week, but I need to see posts from all of you to be able to let you graduate.
Ideas for what to post include: Your characters reaction to the Klingons behaviour An encounter with a Klingon guard Working in the mines Seeking help and guidance from one of the senior staff Trying to think of plans to escape A fight perhaps against the Klingon guards
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Post by vanderhalthor on Nov 28, 2006 20:41:53 GMT
The cadets were clearly in danger and Cdt Halthor provoked one of the guards to release all or most of them.
"Come over here you klingon p'taH, i'll show you some of my homeland fighting techniques." Cdt. Halthor put up both his arms and swung his fist in the klingons directions and ended up knocking one of them upside the face and sending him sprawling in the corner.
After this move the klingons jumped Halthor and sedated him with some type of sleep medicine.
After being taken down to the mines. Vander Halthor woke up to find himself in a prison full of klingons and his fellow comrades. It was apparent that the cadets were being held hostage and no notice of any rescue from the away team. Vander had to do something but when he looked at the klingon captors he could do nothing because he was tied up and he couldnt seem to get out of the harness that the klingons had placed him in.
"I just hope these klingons dont kill us, I dont want to die this early in my life, im just a cadet for crying out loud, and now look what i get for trying to interrogate my own crew. I get tied up and shoved into a prison." Cadet Halthor said in a low voice enough for the cadets to hear him but not the klingons.
The klingons looked really strong and would kill anyone if they had the chance to make the decision. It was up to the away team to arrive and help the cadets out of this situation and get them back to the USS Hanson.
"I want to be able to fight back against these klingons, but my strength and power are not as i had hoped, maybe i have been injected with some type of anti defense serum." Cdt Halthor responded to the cadets and was clearly in distress.
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Post by kiralmallen on Nov 28, 2006 23:19:53 GMT
Kiral managed to keep herself from crying, but just barely. She remembered the times when the Klingons had been the enemy of Starfleet. She knew what the Klingons were capable of, and had even lost close friends to them. But that had been lifetimes ago. Things had changed. Until now, Kiral had never had a reason to fear them. "I guess even Trill don't live forever," she mumbled to herself.
Hope still lingered somewhere in the back of her mind. She had gotten the distress signal out, after all. Starfleet would get started immediately on finding them. She hoped they would be found. If they didn't know where they were, how would Starfleet? With Klingons as bloodthirsty as these, would there be any of them left to find?
Had she still been a man, Mallen would have jumped the nearest Klingon taken his disruptor, and rioted. She felt helpless without a tricorder or a phaser in her hands. Fortunately, though, she was not still a man, and was therefore not blinded by testosterone. She didn't want to be responsible for getting everyone killed by trying something foolish.
Hiding her own despair, she approached Halthor and tried her best to comfort him. "Starfleet will be coming," she reassured him. "You helped me send out the distress signal, remember? I know it got to them."
<Tag Halthor>
"The trick is to stop fighting them. If we're obedient and do as we're told, they won't feel the need to aimlessly kill us, especially if we're productive. We'll get our strength back faster, we'll heal. Then, in a week, maybe two, if Starfleet hasn't found us yet..." She stopped to silently hope that wouldn't be the case. "Then we can strike back. When they no longer expect it of us." Just saying it made her feel better, more confident. Maybe she would get out alright, after all.
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Post by crystal on Nov 29, 2006 1:10:41 GMT
Crystal was waiting for someone to take over the bridge, since she knew she in no way could handle this for very long without messing up something truly important. Unfortunately no one was in any hurry to take it over, and Crystal nervously watched the progress of the security team keeping track of the intruder. Once or twice Crystal was afraid the security team was going to lose the intruder, who would then be loose on the ship, but that didn't happen.
The report came from the security team that they had captured the intruder, but were unable to confirm the identity of the intruder. Crystal was trying to figure out if had the proper authorization codes to turn the red alert down to a yellow alert or whether she would need the captain when the ship shuddered from weapons fire. “Report, where did that weapons fire come from?” Crystal asked, since it seemed the logical question to ask at the moment.
While Commander Daya's replacement at the security counsel worked on finding the answer, Crystal tapped her commbadge. </\>Bridge to sickbay, prepare for casualties</\> Crystal said.
Brelev asked for details of what had happened, but Crystal only wished she knew. She closed the channel, and then the helm cadet had information for Crystal and then they were being attacked, and everything was happening way too fast, though Crystal supposed that even things were happening slower she wouldn't be able to do much more, but still, there had to be something to do, and if only she could figure it out then maybe everything would be all right. But then the shields were down, and it was too late. As Crystal heard the sound of people transporting onto the ship she muttered something under her breath.
“This ship is ours” Krork growled pointing his batleth at Crystal.
Crystal kind of had to concede the point to the klingon, since he was armed and she didn't have a weapon that she could reach easily. She definitely didn't like it, but there was nothing she could do that didn't hold an unbearably high risk of death. And Crystal wasn't feeling particularly suicidal today. Crystal thought briefly that she might think it would have been worth it if she had a weapon that was easily accessible. As it was she had only her main phaser, and another one tucked near her shoe. Neither of which would be remotely helpful in this situation. Crystal thought wryly that a knife might be more useful than anything else, but she didn't dwell on it much.
“You won't get away with this” Crystal snapped, turning to words since she lacked weaponry.
Crystal found herself dematerializing and rematerializing in the shuttle bay. “Gloucester's eyes!” she muttered, wondering just how much worse this situation could get. She just knew she had been the wrong one to leave in charge of the bridge. Maybe someone else would have been able to think of something to help.
She saw a few of the senior staff starting to gather in one corner, and walked over by them. She didn't meet anyone's eyes though. Crystal couldn't avoid blaming herself for all that had happened. “We thought it was part of the drill,” Crystal said weakly, “but then they started to fire they knew our command codes for the shields, before we could even return fire, they had taken the bridge.”
The Captain immediately yelled something at Crystal, making the young human wince slightly. If she was making a Vulcan mad enough to lose self control and yell at her...This was very much not good.
Commander Reynolds took a step closer to the group and Crystal, and said something supportive. The Captain stepped away to talk to Major Methos, and Crystal turned to Commander Reynolds. “Thanks,” she said, grateful to him for supporting her, even if she was sure the Captain had to be right.
Crystal felt the undeniable tremors of the ship landing on the ground. Crystal had landed enough ships to recognize this feeling, and the Hanson was no different, just much larger. Crystal realized that she was losing any control of herself very rapidly, so she forced herself to take a deep breath, then a shallow one, then another deep one, then shallow again, repeating the pattern until she felt slightly better. Vulcans weren't the only ones who could exhibit emotional control after all, although admittedly the Captain seemed to be doing less of a job than most other Vulcans Crystal had known.
And then there was another transport, and Crystal was on a far-from-green planet. Crystal wasn't sure what to do. She was a pilot without a ship to pilot. But at least they weren't above aground, since then it would eventually turn to night, and the cloud cover probably wouldn't be very thick. However, most of the other officers and cadets didn't seem to share Crystal's relief at being underground, since it was damp and uncomfortable.
Crystal submerged any other immediate reactions to their location, to search for other senior staff members. But Crystal had to look around while being herded by Klingons. Crystal even thought she might have seen a Cardassian, but given the likeliness of that she decided to just forget about it. The memories this experience was bringing up weren't exactly pleasant ones, but Crystal submerged any thoughts of those as well.
At one point while walking, Crystal dropped as if she was tying her shoe, but she didn't have shoelaces. Instead she just verified that her phaser had indeed been taken from her during one transport or another. But she stood up quickly after, knowing she didn't want to draw attention to her. She should know how to blend into a crowd, right? She should be good at ignoring what was around her and just focusing on surviving. Only she wasn't. That wasn't why she had joined the Hanson, she hadn't thought this would be happening. Crystal heard shouting behind her, but as she turned around to try to figure out what was going on, the shouting quieted. It was so quick that Crystal guessed something was up, but after another glance at the crowd she knew she wouldn't do any good, and she wouldn't even be able to break through the crowd.
Crystal spotted the more unusual face of the Hanson's CMO from among the crowd, and pushed a few people aside gently to get over there. “Commander Brelev,” she said. “What kind of plan are we going to work up?” she asked, looking to the older officer for some direction. It just seemed natural not to try anything on her own, as her original ideas could be astonishingly stupid.
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Post by tarapik on Nov 29, 2006 15:32:53 GMT
"But we don't have a phaser," S'reena spoke up "and I would strongly advise against firing on an active forcefield." The Romulan motioned at the heavy concrete door. "Even if that forcefield is first barred by this concrete door here. And I doubt even my weapon will help us on that front." "I wasn't going to just fire at the active forcefield, commander." Tarapik answered. "I was going to use a trick you learn at the Academy, if training at Small Group Tactics and Phaser Specialization, and lower it." The young vulcan kept talking "And we were simply going to try to cut trough the door, using the phaser's maximum setting. Unfortunately, you are right about one thing - we have no phaser." With that the conversation was over. The crewmembers stood silent, everyone trying thinking trough escape options. Commander Hope was nervously walking around the cell, grumbling under her nose. Suddenly the forcefield was deactivated and the door opened. Heavily armed klingons barged in, jabbing activated pain-sticks at the three prisoners armed Klingons. Tarapik quickly raised his hands to show that he is not armed - there was no logic in risking by attacking the klingons - but they still poked him in the ribs. The cadet doubled up in pain and fell on the ground. For the second time this day, Tarapik was needlessly attacked by the klingons. Then the klingons led them trough some corridors and threw them in a new cell, this time a lot more inhospitable to Vulcans. Tarapik coughed as he was recognizing himself with the new surroundings. Two more klingons came, carrying an elder Vulcan, who fell on the ground. Apparently, he was unconscious. The Romulan First Officer anxiously threw herself to him and tried helping him. This was probably Sarek, the ship's counselor. Tarapik hadn't had the opportunity to acquaint himself with him, so he didn't include him in the pointed ear crew account he had made earlier. "If I get my hands on that Trill," she scowled, "he'll regret the day he recovered the truth about all his symbionts!" I wouldn't be so harsh, commandeer," Tarapik calmly said "don't waist your energy for illogical anger." He kept looking around and thinking. Suddenly more armed klingons barged in. They started pushing the prisoners out, using the minimum setting of their pain sticks. Apparently they were getting led into the mines. Tarapik made the judgement for the right moment and threw himself to one of the guards, hoping that the other officers will do the same. The klingon jumped in surprise and tried to take the Vulcan of his back, but it was too late for him. Tarapik pushed his nerve centre on the shoulder, thus rendering him unconscious. The cadet turned around to check the situation and got welcomed by a pain-stick in his chest. Tarapik could only sob surprised before falling on the ground in pain - this time this was the maximum setting of the weapon. Apparently his judgment of the situation wasn’t correct. While lieing down, he saw two klingons raising their fallen comrade and taking him away. Then Tarapik felt geeting taken up, too, and the he fell asleep again. This day unpleasantness tended to happen twice. A few minutes later, Tarapik opened his eyes. This time there was no blood on his eyes. He got up, this time without groaning, and took a look around. In this prison the cadets were alone; no senior staff could be seen. The place was defiantly the planet’s mine. From what Tarapik had heared for it, it was better for him to be dead at the moment. "I just hope these klingons don’t kill us, I don’t want to die this early in my life, I’m just a cadet for crying out loud, and now look what I get for trying to interrogate my own crew. I get tied up and shoved into a prison." Vander Halthor was just saying. “I doubt your rank would stop them for killing you, if they want to, cadet,” Said Tarapik “and I doubt you’ll die. Starfleet is on the way.” Then he studied Halthor’s expression. He seemed glad that the Vulcan was awake. "I want to be able to fight back against these klingons, but my strength and power are not as I had hoped, maybe I have been injected with some type of anti defense serum." Cdt Halthor responded to the cadet and was clearly in distress. “Maybe there is a more… tangible reason for your weakness.” Tarapik said and raised his eyebrow as he was pointing at the chains, holding Halthor’s hands and feet. The Vulcan himself was also well tied and couldn’t move a lot. Tarapik tried the chains’ strength and wasn’t surprised to see that they didn’t fall to dust. “I believe we haven’t got any other choice for activities than to wait” He carried on. And they started waiting patiently. Later on one klingon entered the cage and said in Federation Standard language: “You’ll start working now, ptak’s.” He went to each cadet individually and unlocked the chains on their feet. He then walked and pulled the chain, connecting all of the cadets, which made them follow him. Tarapik was still waiting for the right moment. And he lived to see it. A lifeless corridor they passed through was definitely the only possibility he’d ever get. The Vulcan quickly threw himself to the jailor and hit him in the head with the heavy chain. The klingon fell on the ground, lifeless as the corridor they were in. Tarapik quickly took the keys of his belt and unlocked Halthor’s hands and giving him the key. In less than a minute all four of them were free. Tarapik kneeled down and took the jailor’s pain-stick. No other weapons could be seen. The Vulcan quickly set it to maximum and poked the fallen klingon in the back, shaking in disgust, when he jumped half a meter in the air. But it was necessary to keep him out as long as possible. “I will go in front of you and you will follow” Tarapik said. Then he quickly turned to Vander Halthor, who was about to object and said: “It is the only logical thing to do, since I am the only one armed… and I am a marine.” Then the cadets carried on in silence. Twice they had to change their direction, because of klingon patrols and in som time they got lost. Cadet Malen was nearly crying. “Have faith, for Haven’s sake, we will get out of here!” Tarapik screamed in excitedness. He was getting more and more nervous. “I am afraid I am losing my nerves, and that is not a good thing for a Vulcan” he said to his fellow cadets. Now was the time to speed up, if ever. <tag Halthor, Malen, Warrick> Eventually they got out of a cave, directly behind the back of a klingon, apparently a high-ranked leader. He was torturing the crew of the Hanson without a drop of mercy or compassion. He ordered a crewman’s dead without any remorse. The cadets were watching silently. the klingon said, violently hitting the line of the crew. At that moment Tarapik’s weakened nerves didn’t hold on the pressure and went wild. He screamed wildly and struck the klingon on the head using all his power. Then the Vulcan jumped forward, wiping away all the klingons, surrounding the crewman, whose death was ordered earlier, with one powerful swing. Then Tarapik took a defensive stance against the incoming klingons. His logical mind had taken back control over his body and he was carefully rethinking all his options. Logic led to only one conclusion: He was dead meat! Without help, Tarapik was certainly going to get killed. <tag anyone>
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Post by tlana on Nov 29, 2006 15:45:24 GMT
T’lana ignored Commander Hopes mutterings, she had started to realise that the damn Romulan would always mutter ridiculous things at times she was stressed. As if she would really ever be able to do anything to Admiral Lin, he was after all an Admiral, even if a renegade one.
Instead, T’lana kept her attention focused on the two Klingons who were guarding them. Both wore extensive battle armour that was typical of Klingons, an assortment of weaponry was attached to their belts, including disrupters. If T’lana could find a way to provoke them, she may be able to get to the weapons. As she heard Hope again mutter something, an idea occurred to her. If she had been human, she would have laughed.
Clutching her hand into a fist, T’lana swung round and punched Commander Hope squarely on the chin, causing the Romulan to fall backwards in shock.
“This is you’re fault, you incompetent emotional Romulan!” T’lana bellowed, as she aimed another punch at the shocked Commander.
At the moment, anger flashed in Commander Hope’s eyes, as she flung herself at T’lana, returning one of the punches.
T’lana grabbed the other woman into a headlock, and forced her against the stone cold wall of the cell, hitting the Commander hard in the stomach.
T’lana roared in anger as she did this, finally catching the attention of the Klingon guards. The closest laughed loudly when he realised what was happening, and nudged his partner to watch. The two roared with laughter and encouragement, as T’lana struck Commander Hope once more, causing a trickle of green blood to run down Hope’s face.
“You deserve to die Romulan!” T’lana yelled, “If it was not for you, we would never be here!”
she continued to watch the Klingon guards; finally one of them lowered the force field and walked forward, still laughing.
“You fight well Vulcan, but you will not have the pleasure of killing her,” he said loudly, walking towards her.
Quickly, before anyone else could react, T’lana spun round and kicked out at the Klingon. Then remembering all her training from the homeworld, she swung round and promptly administered the Vulcan nerve pinch. The Klingon guard fall silently to the ground. The other Klingon stood in shock for several seconds, clearly unable to believe what was happening. That gave T’lana all the time she needed.
With all the speed of her Vulcan heritage, she picked up the fallen disrupter and fired at the other Klingon, disintegrating him instantly.
“Interesting,” T’lana said, looking for the first time at the setting of the weapon, “Klingons are most barbaric.”
Picking up the other disrupter, T’lana turned to Commander Hope, who was sat against the wall, holding her head in her hands. Almost as if she knew T’lana was watching, Hope looked up. The First Officer had a broken nose, and various cuts and bruises on her face, T’lana suspected the same would be trouble of the rest of Hope’s body.
“My apologises S’reena,” T’lana said, offering her hand to her First Officer, “I needed a distraction.”
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Oh that was fun! It seems myself and Tarapik had the same idea at the same time, seeing as he beat me to it, I adjusted my post slightly. I am going to go with the idea that Tarapik got separated from T’lana and S’reena, who were kept in the cell.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2006 19:14:50 GMT
Kahlan screamed and buried her face in Jason Reynolds' shoulder, after seeing her best friend being vapourised. Michael hurried on after the COO, carrying his two infant sons. Jason had taken five year old Kahlan up into his arms, while another officer had taken Yarna and Kyala. He exchanged a meaninful glance with Jason, his expression a mask of horror and fear. For all they knew, they could be next if they thought of disobeying. "Please, don't let them drop," he begged, "S'reena will never be able to forgive you." Michael knew family was everything to his wife, and they were everything to him too.
Michael also knew he couldn't afford letting his worry for his wife show. So far, the children had been safe from the obvious discrimination that was going on against the Vulcanoids, who all had been separated from them. He prayed all would turn out well, for all of them.
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S'reena fell back when T'Lana suddenly launched herself at her, her fist making full connection with her jaw. Before she could respond, the Vulcan landed another punch. Anger flared as she responded in kind, pushing the Vulcan away while doing her best to ignore the insults that were hurled at her.
However, the Vulcan was quick and before she knew it, S'reena was driven against the wall and only the strong arm against her throat prevented her from doubling over as T'Lana punched her hard in the stomach. With the next few punches, she felt bones snap and she was helpless against them. She felt blood trickle down the side of her face as T'Lana's fist connected hard with her temple.
Then suddenly the pressure was gone and she crumbled to the floor, cradling her head. Blood was flowing freely from her nose, after a single punch had broken the bone and she was having a hard time staunching it. When suddenly the cell went quiet, S'reena looked up to find T'Lana standing over two unconscious Klingons, brandishing their disruptors. Even more surprising did she find T'Lana reaching out to her, and calling her by her first name.
"Really," she answered, ignoring the outstretched hand, "and you could not have warned me?" She glanced over at the two Klingons, and then noticed Tarapik was missing. "We need to leave," she stated matter of factly, while glowering at her temporary CO. She felt no respect or loyalty towards the woman, but she felt obligated to work with her. To regain the ship, and care for the crew, she told herself.
"But we can't leave Salek behind." S'reena glanced back at the still unconscious Vulcan counselor.
"The needs of the many.." T'Lana started, but S'reena silenced her.
"Don't you dare," she growled, "I'm not leaving him behind. But we have to wake him up somehow...." Her face showing the pain she was experiencing with every move she made, she crawled over to one of the Klingons. "Typical," she murmured as she wiped the back of her hand across her face, wiping the blood away. She could taste the copper in her mouth, and she wondered just how much damage T'Lana had done.
"How about you wake him?" she finally suggested, still glowering up at her. "A mind meld or something should work."
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Post by methos on Nov 29, 2006 20:14:30 GMT
Methos was on his way down the shaft with the rest of the crew, when suddenly all but two of the Klingons left. Now is as good a time as any, he thought.
He wandered over to where Daya was, saw he was looking at one of the remaining Klingons, and whispered, "Are you thinking what I am?"
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"I thought as much. I'll get the one on the right. Lets wait until their backs are turned," he said. No sooner than he finished talking, the two Klingons turned their backs to look at the crew who were further down the tunnel. Methos nodded and rushed forward, nearly knocking over two crewmen. He shoulder tackled his target and took him to the ground. As soon as he hit he heard the other one fall as well. Methos grabbed the Klingon's knife and slit his throat. He grabbed the blaster that fell and pointed it at the other one in case Daya didn't finish him.
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As the two officers got up after their short brawl, Methos yell, "Back to the surface. But take it easy, we don't want to attract anymore unwanted attention."
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Post by brelev on Nov 29, 2006 22:48:29 GMT
As Brelev trudged down the seemingly endless cavern Crystal appeared at her side “What kind of plan are we going to work up?” the younger women asked.
"Cadet Mallen's plan had merit." Brelev replied, gesturing to the young trill who was several steps ahead. "I do not believe these Klingons really know why we are here. I suspect that those beamed to the surface of this planet are prisoners of the Klingon empire, the guards and warden are only accustomed to this, so they have made the assumption that we are also prisoners. Perhaps if we behave each other then diplomatic discussions between us and the guards will not result in my dangling in the air." Brelev explained. 'The Hanson would have left an ion trail from our original location to this planet. We are track-able, Star Fleet will...."
Suddenly there was a commotion up ahead, Brelev heard shouts and phaser fire. "Down!" she yelled back to the crew behind her. She could not see what was happening ahead of them, feeling helpless she pulled her medical instruments out of her boots and prepared to treat any injuries that had occurred to anyone, including the Klingon guards if that was what was needed to mend the rift between them.
"Back to the surface. But take it easy, we don't want to attract anymore unwanted attention!" Methos yelled from the front of the crowd> What had they done?
Brelev fought her way to the front of the crew, the guards where on the ground, all dead or beyond hope. "The surface is barely hospitable, we won't survive a day up there!" Brelev hollered to Methos. "We where better down hear, but after this I'm not sure if we stand a chance anywhere!" She took a moment to catch her breath and lowered her voice. "We have more then just trained officers and cadets here, there are children here and entire families."
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"T'lana and S'reena are gone, that puts me in charge. I will not permit a venture to the surface, our chances of survival are better here, I say we stay." Brelev ordered. "And try to patch up whatever damage you just caused."
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Post by vanderhalthor on Nov 30, 2006 7:37:05 GMT
Kiral managed to keep herself from crying, but just barely. She remembered the times when the Klingons had been the enemy of Starfleet. She knew what the Klingons were capable of, and had even lost close friends to them. But that had been lifetimes ago. Things had changed. Until now, Kiral had never had a reason to fear them. "I guess even Trill don't live forever," she mumbled to herself. Hope still lingered somewhere in the back of her mind. She had gotten the distress signal out, after all. Starfleet would get started immediately on finding them. She hoped they would be found. If they didn't know where they were, how would Starfleet? With Klingons as bloodthirsty as these, would there be any of them left to find? Had she still been a man, Mallen would have jumped the nearest Klingon taken his disruptor, and rioted. She felt helpless without a tricorder or a phaser in her hands. Fortunately, though, she was not still a man, and was therefore not blinded by testosterone. She didn't want to be responsible for getting everyone killed by trying something foolish. Hiding her own despair, she approached Halthor and tried her best to comfort him. "Starfleet will be coming," she reassured him. "You helped me send out the distress signal, remember? I know it got to them." <Tag Halthor> "The trick is to stop fighting them. If we're obedient and do as we're told, they won't feel the need to aimlessly kill us, especially if we're productive. We'll get our strength back faster, we'll heal. Then, in a week, maybe two, if Starfleet hasn't found us yet..." She stopped to silently hope that wouldn't be the case. "Then we can strike back. When they no longer expect it of us." Just saying it made her feel better, more confident. Maybe she would get out alright, after all. <Tag anyone> Halthor looked back at Cadet Mallen and thanked her for the reassurence because without anyone there to help halthor would not be able to control himself. His tendrills looked down after a quick moment of sadness but then went back up with his andorian strictness kicking back into overdrive. Halthor scratched his head momentarily and then looked at Brelev who had come to the cadets rescue along with other family members and children who had been held hostage. Halthor tried to regain consciousness but couldnt for the very same reason that the drugs were still injected into him and had passed through his internal systems. "Someone get me a doctor, i need some treatment for what has happened to me" Cadet Halthor looked to brelev for assistance and waited for the treatment to be properly used. <tag brelev> "Thank you doctor, ill be fine from here, now what are we needing to do with the problem at hand" Halthor's tendrills straightened up after being given treatment. <tag brelev>
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Post by crystal on Dec 1, 2006 3:38:03 GMT
“Perhaps if we behave each other then diplomatic discussions between us and the guards will not result in my dangling in the air,” Brelev said.
“And perhaps they'll decide to shoot a few of us anyway because they think it would be funny,” Crystal replied. It wasn't necessarily the most likely of options, but it was probable enough that Crystal figured she had to take it into consideration. After all, it was all well and good saying that they wouldn't revolt until things got too serious, but what if when things got too serious there weren't enough people left who were in a position to be able to fight. “That's not a risk I really want to take,” she remarked, fairly sure that Brelev would disagree. And if Brelev had a convincing argument Crystal was willing to behave herself for a while.
Before Brelev replied, however, there was a commotion up ahead, which cut off the conversation. Brelev started hollering various things at Methos, making Crystal feel vaguely relieved that she hadn't been involved in the attempt to break free, since it hadn't gone very well. But a tiny, arrogant, part of her wanted to insist that if she had been involved it just maybe might not have failed. Crystal ignored that part of her.
Crystal had to agree with Brelev on the point that they were better off in the caves, but probably for radically different reasons. Crystal did see though that they would be more spread out on the surface, so that if the Klingons wanted they could pick off people from a distance without the close-packed 'prisoners' revolting. Crystal didn't say anything though, since Brelev was in charge, and neither needed nor, probably, wanted Crystal's support.
Still, maybe there was something Crystal could do. “Is there any way I might be able to help?” Crystal asked, naturally turning to other people for direction. She was learning that her instincts weren't exactly trustworthy, and she really didn't mess up this and possibly doom people to die. That would be very bad.
“Maybe I could try to get capable, prepared officers spread out around the perimeter of our group, so they would be on the outskirts and facing any Klingon forces, rather than any families with young children, who might otherwise fall back towards the back of the crowd?” Crystal suggested, the unsurety she felt displayed in both her voice and on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2006 4:46:45 GMT
Konal grabbed the three-year-old Yarna as she was falling from the arms younger officer who was adjusting himself to counter the squirms of Kyala. The children were clearly discontent with the current conditions. Konal was pretty hungry, and feeling cool, as well. The temperature was a condition she was used to, having been around humans for so many years. The hunger she could cope with for now. She had been through worse.
Konal could not see what was occurring in the caverns ahead, for she fell behind while nabbing the Romulan child. It was curious that they were not held with the other Vulcans and Romulans. And as a Cardassian, she felt pretty lucky to not be thrown in that cell too. It was pretty perplexing for Konal, who had a decent eye for deception, and had a knack for outmaneuvering, even though that talent hadn't been practiced in many years.
Yarna screamed. Konal did all she could to hush the child with calm words, but her calm nature quickly relinquished itself as she forcibly put her hand over the mouth of the child. It was not out of anger, but for the child's safety. The child was clearly frightened when she realized her mode of transportation had scale-like neck ridges. Ironically, this was the part of her body for which Konal felt the most pride. Konal moved her hand from the Romulan's mouth slowly, testing to see if anything were to come out. At three years old, the girl was relatively astute. It seemed that simply telling her that they were going to see her mother was enough to beguile the child into perfect citizenship.
Konal heard phaser fire. Her maternal instincts kicked in, and she ducked behind a natural column off to the side of the corridor she was in. The commotion was followed with officers yelling orders. Konal covered the child's ears as Michael had the other children rounded up with her.
"We will be ok..." Konal said in a very calm voice to one of the children holding back tears of fear. Konal's relative calmness was a practiced trait. It was strategically useful in older times. As of late, it was just the remnant of a life since passed.
Konal heard somebody running toward them. She quickly turned the corner and glanced.. seeing a humanoid running toward her with phaser in firing position. At the sight of the group, the cadet turned as if they were going to shoot. The huddled group was unexpected, and in the hype, the cadet made an egregious error. The cadet profusely apologized.
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Konal was curious as to how hard Michael would come down on the Cadet, having almost lost family, but there was no time. The group of officers and cadets were on the move again. The children were rounded up. Konal pulled up the rear of the group, with a security officer following alongside her.
OOC: The first cadet to volunteer to be the foolish Cadet wins a prize... A complete cargo container of self sealing stem-bolts!
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Post by methos on Dec 1, 2006 4:49:35 GMT
"Well, Doctor, you may not recommend it, but Daya and I are going to go toward the surface. We will be the 'guard' element, to warn of possible return of the Klingons and/or the rest of the crew. We will also be on the look out for a rescue party coming to the surface," Methos said to a very distressed Doctor.
He and Daya left the main group with a few Marines and Security personnel. When they got to about 100 Meters, give or take 10, they stopped and set up camp.
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Post by brelev on Dec 1, 2006 6:24:48 GMT
Brelev knew her decision would not be taken well by many of her fellow officers, but it was her decision to make and she was reasonably certain that the family element of the group supported her. Crystal had made her views clear, yet despite this she was willing to do as Brelev asked. She was becoming a very reliable officer that way, which was more then Brelev could say for other crewmembers.
"Major!" Brelev yelled after the marine. "I will not stop you, but I can promise that I will not forget this." She turned back to the crew and raised her voice as loud as she could recalling her days preaching to cadets in lecture halls. "Anyone who wants to risk the surface, go ahead. You will be breaking an order, and I can assure your it will not be present, but I will not stand in your way."
A dull murmur broke through the ranks followed by scattered movement. Several crewmembers where making their way to the front of the pack. Their trips where followed by shocked responses, calls for good luck and disappointed sighs.
"So be it." Brelev declared, taking care to catch each crewmember in the eye.
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Would the crew have split up like this if Drew or S'reena where in charge, or for that matter T'Lana? Brelev was the secound officer, she rarely took command and when she had it was never serious, perhaps the crew just did not see her as an authority figure. Marines, she could understand why they broke off, they where an entirely different type of officer, but the others... their actions shocked her.
As Brelev watched the crewmembers leave she felt a presence at her shoulder and turned to see one of those who had remained behind.
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