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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2005 17:31:26 GMT
(OOC: A little reminder here to the Cadets. I'm a Lt, not a Commander. No need to address me as a Commander ) Jason and Gordon hiked up the sand dune YrDis and Johnson were on, as the latter came down to meet them. Jason: We're glad we found you. It would appear that all 3 of our teams have been abandoned by the Cragorians. All of our food has been taken. YrDis: Yes, our's as well. I woke up and they were gone, along with our supplies. Fortunately, they didnt take everything. Jason: Likewise for us. They appear to at least have some code of honor. I still have these. ::he pulled out the machete and hunting knife from their sheaths:: But anyway, we should get moving. We found an oasis with fresh water, and our Cadets are still there. I don't want to leave them alone for long. Neither seems to be taking the heat well. Bajor is more temperate a planet, and Andor is very cold. How they are handling this I dont know, assuming they are.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 6, 2005 13:32:14 GMT
Frek gave her a grin and started to mix the dried potatoes with water. With some disgust he stared at the resulting porridge. It looked like liquefied brain. “We might be a little more resistant to cold than to heat,” Frek admitted, “But we are most comfortable at room temperature like most humanoid species.” Hovering her scanner over some sort of cactus-like thing. Paused for a moment and scanned it again. “This might be something,” she said, “I thought Andorians were very cold resistant.” Frek peered at the plant. “We do want to remove the needles before eating it.” “The cold environment have been important for the development of my species,” Frek told Melain, “It sparked us to develop mean to survive in the cold conditions.” He paused for a moment to think. “You lived on Earth most of your life,” he remembered, “Its like living in the polar regions of Earth, like Iceland.” “Not my favourite place for a holiday,” Melain commented. “Nor mine. I grew up on spaceships and Trill,” Frek said, “All together I only might have spent four or five years on Andoria.”
OOC: On startrek.com there’s this photo of Archer and Shran in an ice cavern on Andoria. They’re both wearing some very warm looking coats, I assume Andorian like to keep warm as well.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2005 16:37:01 GMT
(O.O.C That makes sense, but you'd still have more of a resistance, I'm Canadian, I can deal with cold better then someone from Hawaii)
"Then I geuss we have a little in common. I've never even been to Bajor." Melain carefully picked the cactus. "I'll pluck the needles off, but then I'm going for a swim."
"A swim? were?" Frek asked. "In the oasis, that's kind of... dirty."
"I'm clean." Melain protested, pulling out the needles. "and we can purify the water."
"I'm talking about the water, besides who knows what kind of critters make their home in that." Frek tied to strain the excess water out of the potato paste.
"I won't go far, I just want to wash off this sweat. Besides maybe I'll find some eggs. I'l bet those ducks keep their nests near the edge in that scrubby area." She pointed to a vegetated corner of the oasis. "In this heat we could cook them on a rock, it would be a lot better then that." she laughed as Frek tried to save the potato ration. She pulled the rest of the prickles off and handed the naked cactus to her fellow cadet. "Their, knock yourself out. if you need any help, I'll be knee deep in the cool water."
She took off her cape thing and stripped down to a dark sports bra and briefs. "You didn't think I'd go nude did you!" she asked an astonished Frek before wadding in to the water. "Well it's not much better then the air, but it's an improvement. Why don't you join me, or do Andorians not swim?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2005 18:44:05 GMT
S'reena growled as for the umpteenth time the sensors would just not locate the instructors and their cadets. They had been trying for hours, but all querries had come up negative. She pounded her fist on the console in frustration, causing Marcell to cast a worried glance in her direction. "I'm alright," she said, flashing a smile at him. Yet she didn't feel like smiling at all.
She gave the console a final pounding, then jumped to her feet. "I am going to beam down and give Ietta a piece of my mind," she announced and disappeared into a turbolift before the captain could call her back.
S'reena marched towards the transporter room, and stepped up on one of the transporter pads. "Beam me down to the Cragorian control center," she ordered, and watched the transporter chief enter the co-ordinates. "Energize."
Yet, after the chief had worked the controls, she was still standing on the pad. "I said energize," she said impatiently.
"I know!" the chief said, looking up in confusion, "and my computer says you have beamed down! I don't understand, let's try again." He worked the controls again, but still the first officer did not dematerialize. "I am reading a forcefield now ma'am," he reported, "I can't beam you down, I'm sorry."
"Great!" S'reena yelled, then marched out of the transporter room.
Marcell looked up in surprise when she came stalking back onto the bridge. "I thought you were going to give Ietta a piece of your mind?"
S'reena shot a glare at him. "Don't you start captain, I was going down, but they blocked us. There is some kind of forcefield active and we can;t beam down. We're stuck up here captain, out of touch with out teams. I am betting we can't even reach the Cragorians."
At OPS, ensign Calloway worked the controls, then shook his head. "No sir, no response to hails. EIther they do not receive them, or we are jammed."
S'reena cursed under her breath, as she flopped down in the seat beside the captain. "That's lovely, that's just lovely," she muttered, "now what?"
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Post by fthelev on Feb 6, 2005 18:53:58 GMT
Scratching his head, Frek stared at the naked cactus in his hands for a few seconds and then at a somewhat less naked Melain. He couldn’t help thinking it was kinda gross. Perhaps he had forgotten to mention to Melain the water purifier was more or less fried. On the other hand, it was seriously hot and the water looked quite appealing. Melain splashed around happily and seemed to enjoy herself. “What the hell,” he muttered and shrugged his shoulders. There wasn’t much better they could do until the instructors returned. Why not enjoy themselves a bit? He aimed the cactus in the pan with the stew and stripped of his uniform. He got the feeling it could stand up on its own. It was all rigid with sweat, dust and sand. Frek was pretty sure it would come alive if you gave it some electric shocks.
With a few strokes Frek swam over to Melain and bobbed about next to her, spitting out some water he got in. “It’s not too bad,” he said. “It’s better in the water than out,” she agreed. “It reminds me of a Turkish bathhouse,” Frek told her, “I visited on once. It looked like a warm place, but it was cooler than the Turkish summer days.” Melain looked at him a bit sceptical. “A Turkish bathhouse? Cooler than a summer day Frek?” “I might have exaggerated a bit,” Frek replied and went to periscope depth. He swam around in small circle, almost totally submerged. His antenna’s the only thing breaking the water surface. He emerged at the other side of Melain and shoved a wet string of white hair from his eyes. Mental note, get a haircut when everything is back to normal again. “You sure that cactus of yours is eatable Melain?” He asked. Suddenly he realised he had called her by her given name. “I’m sorry about that,” he said a bit uncertain, not knowing how she would react.
OOC: You think those antenna's could function as snorkels?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2005 20:58:45 GMT
"It's okay Frek." she replied, laughing at the emberassed look on his face. "I don't mind if you call me by my name. After all this I have a feeling we'll know each other better then we'd like." She stood up in the water. "Anyway, about that cactus, my scans said it would be fine. If your worried I'll take the first bite. Now about those eggs..." she smiled pointing at a unguarded duck nest. "Keep an eye out for the adults, and yell if you see them. I'm going in." She lazily swam her way over to the nest area and carefully wadded up toward the prize and picked the first one up, they were warm, and she regretted not having her scanner to check it's developement, nothing was worse then cracking open an egg to find a half developed duckling inside. she grabbed the other three and was about to swim back to Frek when he let out a warning.
"They spotted you Melain, run for it!" he yelled pointing at two very angry ducks headed her way.
"Yikes! They're fast!" Melain yelped clutching the eggs to her chest as she ran for the shore as fast as she could. "Get them off me!!"
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Post by fthelev on Feb 7, 2005 0:10:24 GMT
With tremendous effort Frek managed not to burst out in laughter. He wondered what their superiors would think of this. He noticed the ducks were fast indeed and determined not to let Melain get away scot-free. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. It was not like he had a phaser to stun the angry birds with. It reminded him of some obscure and ancient 2D Earth film by some guy named Hitchhock or something in that direction. He recalled it was filled with birds who didn’t mind picking the occasional person to death, it probably wouldn’t help sharing this bit of information with Melain. “Melain! Dive!” Frek shouted, “Get under water, they can’t follow you there.” Or at least he hoped. As far as he knew most duck-like creatures could swim, but very rarely dive. As the Bajoran cadet disappeared under water Frek hastily looked for some rocks. Almost immediately he spotted some and picked them up. He didn’t waste any aiming, but flung them instantly towards the angry ducks. The two birds quacked franticly but decided they didn’t fancy being hit by a rock. With a lot of noise they made their retreat.
Melain emerged a couple meters away, still clinging on to the eggs. “They gone?” she asked gasping for air. “Yeah,” Frek giggled, not being able to contain his laughter, “Your reasonably safe again. Hehe, you should’ve seen yourself.”
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Post by cragorian on Feb 7, 2005 0:54:36 GMT
~FARIL-JABRIL~
The console scrolled down revealing the reports coming in to Faril.
"Good, very good." He said quietly to himself, though his thoughts were interupted by a cadet.
"Elder, Lawen-Forralti and his trainee have arrived." He said timidly.
"Finally! Send him in." Faril stood up, his head brushing the low ceiling of the tent that had been set up to serve as a meeting place for the operatives.
The intimidating form of Lawen-Forralti appeared in the doorway, his head embedded in the cloth ceiling. The cragorian was tall by any standards and never slouched as it would undermine his serious manner. His cadet, not short herself, looked very small standing behind him. Lawen was a well respected operative, who had served Jesin well, a fact that was shown plainly by the gory scars decorating his face, chest and wings.
"My apologies for our lateness, elder." He said, inclining his head shortly. His deep voice resonated in the room.
"No need for formalities, Lawen. You are as much an elder as I am. What is your explanation for your timing? Were you successful?" Faril said motioning for him to sit in the small chair provided. Lawen took the seat, looking awkward, as his cadet stood at his side.
"No." Lawen said simply.
"What!?" Faril said, angrily, "What do you mean, 'no'?! All the operatives accomplished the task!"
"With all due respect, Faril, none of the other operatives had a Ornaran to deal with." Lawen responded calmly.
"A wha-" Faril started but Lawen motioned to his cadet, who went out of the room for a moment and brought back a humanoid. His neck was red and inflamed especially around the insision where the listening device should have been inserted and he was shuddering and shaking, his eyes blinking open and closed.
"He's not responding correctly to the implant." Lawen said, as his cadet struggled to hold the shaking starfleet still.
"Obviously not." Faril said, looking the starfleet over, "Where's his young?"
"Still drugged, his implant is functioning. We left him where he was. We brought this one with us. We couldn't leave him there, to be discovered when the cadet came to." Lawen looked at the starfleet.
Faril calmed, "A good choice. It is good we took precautions and did not brain-wash the starfleet's immeadiatly. Take him to the scientists. They will fix his implant."
"Yes." Lawen said, not using the usual 'elder' but still inclining his head as he left.
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"We have returned the starfleet to his cadet." Lawen-Foralti said, peeking his head into Jaril's tent. The casual way he did so would not have been excepted from many others. If a young had entered his tent so informally he or she would have been punished severely.
"Very good, the scientists accomplished the task? His implant is working properly?"
"Yes, Jaril."
"Then it is time to brain-wash the starfleet's and make their ship believe it was all a problem with equipment." Jaril said with a smile.
"The starfleet's have all gathered at the water pool near the Orror's crevice."
"They'll be easy to capture then. Assemble a team of 10 and bring them back here to be brainwashed. They won't have any recollection of any of this. I will deal with convincing The Hanson of the 'equipment malfunction.'. " Jaril said with a grin.
"This will be an invasion to be proud of, Jaril." Lawen said, leaving the tent to assemble the team to capture the starfleets.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2005 1:27:29 GMT
"I was being attacked by ducks, I'm not sure I want to have seen myself." Melain laughed as she examined the eggs with her scanner. "They look safe to me. I figure if we cut up the cactus we can add it and the potato to the eggs and make some sort of an omlet thing. That should spread it out enough for everyone."
Frek looked at the hopelessly porrige like potatos. "We may want to pass up the potato, it looks a little... off."
"I think you're right" Melain picked up the opened ration packet. "I wonder if Mr and Mrs. Duck would mind a little compensation for the robbery of their eggs?" she wa about to toss the mush out toward the duck nests when a series of high pitched growls resounded from amongst the Dunes. Frightend by the noise she dropped the packet into the sand at her feet and reached for her bow which lay nearby with her uniform. "What's that!"
"Cha Chas." Frek warned her grabbing several rocks from the water side. "The Cragorian's made themselves look big to scare them away, but we don't seem to have that option."
"We may be able to keep them at bay untill the others return" Melain recammended as she strung an arrow and waited for the small predators to make thier move.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2005 3:15:20 GMT
Jason, Gordon, YrDis, and Johnson all half-trudged through the sand back towards the sand. Jason had to admit, he may have been raised in the desert, but it still made him sweat plenty. He was getting tired.
They crested the peak of yet another large sand dune. Below them was a smaller sand dune, and the oasis was finally visible. Lorre wasnt wearing much, and appeared to be wet. She must have been in the water. She and Frek were standing facing away from the water's edge. Frek held some stones, Lorre a bow and arrows. They looked nervous.
Jason then noticed the reason. At the top of the smaller sand dune was a large pack of animals. They were emitting intermittent high-pitched growls.
Jason: These must be the Cha-Chas we've been warned about. This is going to get interesting. Glad I'm armed.
Jason quickly drew the machete from its sheath at his belt. The hunting knife wouldnt serve much use. It was too small.
Jason: Follow me. Do whatever you can to injure them. Kick them or something. If anyone has a weapon, bring it on. Ready, go!
He made a shrill yell and then they charged the pack, Jason with his machete outstretched.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 8, 2005 12:49:05 GMT
Frek was seriously beginning to get a bit worried, when he heard some sort of Indian cry. Looking over his shoulder he saw Black, Gordon and, the apparently found them, Blayne and Johnson charge towards them. Frek was glad they weren’t coming for him. “Cavalry are on their way,” Frek said to Melain. “Thank the prophets for that,” she replied in relief.
The Cha-cha’s seem to have come to the conclusion that a confrontation with machete swinging Starfleet officers would be a painful event and decided to bugger off. Black came to a halt next to the cadets. “They’ll try again,” he reckoned, “Probably during the night or so.” “Some omelette anyone?” Frek offered.
To his surprise cactus wasn’t as bad as he was convinced it would be. True, it wasn’t as good as the Mole-mash he had on the station, but it wasn’t bad either. He got on his feed, getting some of the water he had boiled earlier. Time for cactus tea. He was about to check if his uniform had dried yet, he had rinsed it out earlier, when he heard some muffled sounds. At first he was sure the Cha-cha’s had returned. He listen again, hearing nothing, he abandoned the thought of the pack of animals retuning. Turning to go back to the others he heard it again. Carefully Frek decided to investigate. He picked up a strong looking piece of wood and climbed up a rock, to get a better oversight. Slowly he peered over the top. Then he froze. His mouth fell open with surprise as he looked into the beady eyes of his former team-mate Selgnab. Clearly the Cragorian was as astonished as he was. For a second the two men stared at each other. Then they both reacted almost simultaneously. Frek swung down his club while Selgnab raised his very nasty looking weapon. Frek struck first. There was a very nasty cracking sound. The strong looking piece of wood wasn’t very strong after all. Frek gave a dazed look at the end of wood he left in his hand and doubled up when the Cragorian thrust the muzzle of his weapon in his stomach. There was a short high pitched sound. Frek found it very discomforting. It was the sound electronic weapons made when powered-up. He collected enough air, he managed to peer up. Selgnab had company. At least a dozen Cragorians stood around him. Frek decided he didn’t like looking in half a dozen barrels. Something to be avoided in the future, he decided.
“Get him on his feet,” the bird in charge ordered. Frek had seen him before, but couldn’t remember his name. The pulled him on his feet without cumbersomeness. “Okay Lawen.” “Hey! Not need to be rough,” Frek said through clenched teeth, “Oversized chickens.” Lawen brought his face, or beak, close to his. “Be careful with what you say,” he hissed radiating bad breath, “If you want to keep those creepy things on your head.” He made a gesture to the others and than turned back to Frek. “Now, let’s go meet your friends.” He pointed at his weapon. “No games, blue-boy.”
“What took you so long?” Gordon asked when Frek finally appeared again. “And where’s the water,” Black said noticing his empty hands. “Something wrong,” Melain had noted the less than happy expression on his face. Frek slowly walked up towards them. Making very sure he didn’t make a wrong move. This was definitely not the place he wanted to die. He gave the group a grim smile gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. The Cragorians appeared making sure that there was no doubt on who was in charge here.
Lawen had a pleased smirk on his face. He let his glance go over the prisoners and his people guarding them. “Jaril?” he inquired, “Lawen here. We’ve captured the starfleets. Arrange transportation.”
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 8, 2005 14:40:25 GMT
YrDis had finished resheathing his combat knives after their short encounter with the Cha-chas and was quietly assessing the morale of the away team. They seemed fairly happy considering the situation they were in. He was still trying to puzzle out why the Cragorians had abandoned them in the middle of the desert when cadet Thelev appeared over a dune. YrDis didn't know a lot about Andorians, but it was obvious that he was unhappy about something.
That something became clear after a few seconds. There was a group of Cragorians trailing behind Thelev, with some type of unfamiliar energy type weapons in their hands and chilling expressions on their faces. One of them spoke briefly into a communicator as they herded Thelev in with the rest of the Starfleet group.
YrDis stepped in front of the the Starfleet team and eyed the apparent leader of the Cragorians, who placed himself squarely in front of the counsellor. "Lawen-Forralti, what's the explanation for the actions of your people towards us?"
The scarred Cragorian looked back at YrDis with contempt. "That is none of your business, Ornaran." YrDis was puzzled. How had Lawen known that? "We have learned all that we need from this group. Remove anything that remotely resembles a weapon while we are waiting for transport." Several of the bird like beings separated from the main group and started removing weapons. They seemed to know where everything was, and it looked like no weapon was missed. YrDis was extremely angry when his Combat Knives were taken. They were family heirlooms and losing them hurt him deeply.
In the distance, YrDis could hear the sound of an approaching air transport. He looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, and he could tell by their posture that several wanted to attempt an escape. Catching the attention of the group, he held his hand in a holding gesture, quietly telling them to wait. They were too heavily outnumbered right now. Their only advantage at this point was the contempt of the Cragorians for Starfleet. If it was allowed to grow, eventually their captors would make a mistake.
Then, Starfleet would make them pay.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2005 23:00:33 GMT
Malain and the other Starfleets were hearded onto the transport and placed in a small force fielded brig. They could not see what was happening, but felt the ship ascend for a great distance. She glanced around at the rest of the crew to see if any one was injured in either attack. Everyone looked fine, which was good because her medpack had been left by the oasis.
"How will Starfleet know what happend to us?" Owen asked, Melain had ot admit she was wondering the same thing, and chances were so was everyone else.
"I'm not sure, we couldn't contact them at all on the surface. If they regain their sensors they'll be able to find the oasis." She realised
"How's that?" Frek asked from were he was pressed against the wall in the small space.
"My combadge is with my uniform, my uniform.. is still on the shore." Melain was embaressed at her near nakedness, she had planned to put her uniform back on when the Cragorian's attacked. Now she stood on the cold brig floor barefoot. Now she had little but her own skills to add to the teams collective abilities.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 9, 2005 0:13:12 GMT
“So is mine,” Frek said. If it weren’t for the graveness of the situation, it would have been comical. Well, for the others that is. For Melain and Frek it would’ve been embarrassing. And even if they would be able to override the sensor block and if the communicators were still working and in the oasis what then? Frek pondered upon that gloomily, who knew where they were transported to? Frek was sensible enough to keep it to himself. “For all we know the Cragorians took them with them and rendered the communicators useless.” “Yeah,” Black said, “They took ours and I very much doubt they’re still in working order.”
Unfortunate enough the compartment in which the Starfleet officers had been incarcerated didn’t accommodate any windows or other opportunities from which they could render their position. They had been in the air for approximately fifteen to twenty minutes Johnson had calculated. But still, the information was useless without any knowledge of their speed and direction.
Apparently they had reached there destination. The pilot of the transport had been bad one. The ride had been bumpy all the way and the landing felt more like a controlled crash. It hit the surface with a loud bang. The shock threw half of the prisoners against wall and smacked the other on the floor. With the sound of metal on metal the compartment door opened. All they could see was bright white light and the silhouette of some guards in the door opening. “Out,” one of ‘em said aggressively. He or she had a high shrill voice; it made the order sound as menacing as a cow with a stomach-ache. But the weapon pointed at them was real enough.
Blayne threw the guard a hateful look, he still hadn’t forgot his knives. The guard looked at him mockingly and gave him push. Blayne almost tripped but managed to stay on his feet. “Hey! Take it easy will you,” Black said angrily. “Shut up!” Lawen said appearing on front of them. By now they were in the middle of a hangar and surrounded. It was surprisingly cool compared to the desert. Frek noticed Melain shivered, his physiology perhaps made him more resistant to cold, but he certainly felt a bit chilly. Lawen stepped aside to let his elder take place besides him. “Here they are Jaril.” “So I see,” Jaril looked pleased, “Any trouble?” “Nothing worth to mention,” Lawen replied. “Good, lock them up.” A nasty grin appeared on his countenance. “We start our procedure with him,” he pointed at Gordon, “And him. The Ornaran.”
Forcefully they were pushed through the corridors. It was impossible to tell if they were above or under ground. Everything was clinically white, with no apparent light source. After a few twist and turns the reached their destination. A panel in wall slit aside. “In!” ordered the same guard that ordered them out earlier. “A bird of few words,” Frek muttered. The guard looked at him for a second and then smirked. “You won’t be so smart when we’re through with you. None of you will be.” Another guard peered around the corner and stared at Blayne and Gordon. “We’ll be back shortly for you.” As the door slit closed they could hear the annoying cackling sound of the laughter. “What now?” Johnson said discouraged, “We’ll never get out of here unless the Hanson tracks us down.”
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Post by shhouse on Feb 9, 2005 4:37:45 GMT
Owen looked around tapping the sides of the cell as he did so, it all seemed so solid and so hopeless. Lorre shivered again and Owen noticed that he was wearing both the white shirt and pants and he was also wearing the outer poncho like garment. He took off the outer garment and handed it to her. "Here, you look like you need it more then I do."
It had only been about thirty minutes since he had woken up and yet he felt extremely tired. He looked at the floor, it was quite dirty and there were no bed structures, these definitely weren't first class dwellings by any standards (except maybe Klingon). He lay down on the ground and started to doze off.
*about 10 minutes later* Owen was woken by the sound of the cell door opening.
"You two. Out." yelled the Cragorian.
Blayne and Gordon got up to leave and YrDis told them that it would be all right.
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Post by djgordon on Feb 9, 2005 5:37:55 GMT
<earlier at the oasis>
Having scared away the Cha-cha's with the help of Jason's screeching war cry we headed into the camp to meet back up with the cadets. Walking up to Frek and Lorre I couldn't help notice their state of undress and thought to myself ~There is no finer thing in the universe than a beautiful woman.~
Just then I could tell that Lorre had noticed that I had been staring at her so I pushed that thought out and asked.
"Where did you get eggs from?"
<Cragorian holding cell>
Sitting there for what seemed like hours but I knew to only be minutes I wondered just what the Cragorians had planned out for all of us. Just then the cell opened up once more and ordered myself and Blayne to step out and follow them to a room that looked exactly like a medical facility of some kind.
"YrDis, allow me to be the first to say that it has been a pleasure working with you aboard the Hanson." I said as I watched the cragorians test all the equipment and finish all of the preperations required to handle the procedure.
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Post by alberthawking on Feb 9, 2005 11:58:45 GMT
Albert Zefram Hawking was a quiet and physically an unremarkable men. Short a bit bald on the head and had gathered perhaps some abundant fat around the waist. He looked like he enjoyed his gastronomic adventures. And indeed it was one of the very things he lived for. The other thing was engineering. He had already built up an impressive list of achievements on his resume before being added to the Hansons crew manifest, as the chief engineer.
He was still pondering on how he could get contact with the cadets and his fellow instructors on the surface. Due to the fact that the Hanson was not in geostatic orbit, he was able to pinpoint the location of the jamming station. His mind dwelled of the subject for a moment, when suddenly he got an idea. He spun back to his station and began testing his theory.
“Got it,” he finally said triumphantly. He stood up from his station and paced quickly to the turbolift. The door closed behind him as he tapped his combadge.
“Hawking to S’reena,” he said ordering the computer to make the connection. “Go ahead,” the First Officer replied. “Commander, I may have found a way to counteract the signal from the jamming station.” It remained silent for fraction of second. “Meet me in the conference room. S’reena out.”
Captain Marcell, S’reena and some of the other officers were already present when Hawking came in. They must have been on the adjacent bridge. Hawking nodded to them as a greet and wasted no time. On the wall screen a satellite image of an extended part of the desert appeared. In the middle there was a red spot. Hawking pointed at it. “I’ve calculated from the strength and direction of the jamming signals point of origin. Commander S’reena has analysed the frequencies transmitted earlier. If we send a counter signal on the inverse frequency we it is highly probable we will neutralise the jamming station.” “We could use the inverse frequency signal as carrier,” S’reena said, “And if we send a mega high frequency pulse along that carrier…” “…We fry their transmitter coils¸” Hawking finished the sentenced. He looked as pleased as little child finding himself a container load of candy. Marcell looked from his FO to his chief engineer. “Mr. Hawking, Commander, I suggest you get on with it.”
<S’reena>
Unaware to both the Starfleet officers and the Cragorians, one of the combadges left behind by Melain and Frek was still in working order, sending out a faint signal. The Cragorian had taken the uniforms and destroyed one of the badges, but overlooked the other.
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 9, 2005 13:21:33 GMT
YrDis and DJ Gordon had been sitting together after being placed in a cell adjoined to what looked like a medical facility, waiting for whatever procedure the Cragorians had waiting for them to be ready. The sounds of feet were approaching the cell. Gordon turned to him and said "YrDis, allow me to be the first to say that it has been a pleasure working with you aboard the Hanson."
"You too, DJ. Remember Starfleet's motto. Be ready for anything" YrDis replied, looking at Gordon significantly. DJ squinted slightly, knowing the the counsellor was hinting at something, but not sure what.
YrDis had a plan, but was afraid of talking about it aloud in case the Cragorians were monitoring their conversations. This was the best opportunity that he had had to put it into action. Now all that was left was to play on the arrogance and over confidence of the Cragorians, something that he had been working on since they had been captured.
The two men looked up as the Cragorians came into view. They seemed to be security personel. Each was armed with one of the strange energy weapons that seemed to be standard issue. When they sighted the Federation personel, they started talking in their strange chirping language, obviously talking about the two captives. The larger one unlocked the door and stood aside, covering the prisoners with his weapon. The smaller one stepped into the small cell and boomed "You, come!!"
YrDis wasn't sure which of them the Cragorian was referring to, but took the initiative and stood up without looking at DJ, but hesitated, as if afraid to proceed. The Cragorian in the cell quickly pointed his weapon at YrDis and said "Come" even louder.
YrDis walked forward very slowly, dragging his feet. The smaller one stepped toward the Counsellor and grabbed his arm, pushing him roughly at the door. The larger one pulled up his gun slightly, clearly intent on also assisting in YrDis' hasty exit from the cell.
The opening was what YrDis had been waiting for. Dodging the larger Cragorians outstretched arms, YrDis appeared to stumble and caught himself on the larger Cragorians body, which allowed him to place his hands on the chest and back of the bird-like being.
A little known fact about Ornaran's was that they were able to generate a strong electrical discharge and emit it through their hands. No one was sure where the ability came from, but it also had it's disadvantages. After using it, an Ornaran be able to function at the most basic level until he or she had a few minutes to recover his or her strength.
In position, YrDis summoned his resources and let the Cragorian have it. The beings limb slammed out straight from it's body and it sent out a strangled sound as the voltage flashed through it. Then it collapsed.
YrDis fell over onto his back, drained. Looking up, he could see the second Cragorian watching the scene in stunned amazement for several seconds, then it raised it weapon and pointed it at YrDis.
Blayne was too tired to even close his eyes...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2005 14:57:51 GMT
Jason and Lorre were forced into a seperate holding cell than the others for some reason. Perhaps it was the fact that Jason had been carrying weapons and they wished to prevent him from organizing a plan with the others, or the fact that Jason and Lorre had medical training and the Cragorians didn't want them treating the others' injuries. Jason could think of multiple reasons, but couldnt come to any one conclusion.
He sat down on at the end of the small bench in the holding cell. Lorre was sitting near the other end, clutching around her the overcoat that Johnson had given her, trying for some amount of decency. He looked down at his own. There was ample materil in it, and he didnt really need it anyway. He stood, and removed the coat. He sat back down, and began to tear an inch off the bottom hem. Lorre watched with a curious look.
Lorre: What are you doing exactly?
Jason: Providing you with a little better cover ::slides over:: Pardon me.
He reached over and pulled the overcoat closed around her. He then tied the strip of cloth from his coat around her waist like a sash, holding the coat closed.
Lorre: Ah, much better, thank you Doctor.
Jason then looked down. She was holding feet above the floor, even though she could easily have placed them on the ground. He reached down and felt the floor. It was stone-cold. She must have been lifting her feet to keep them warm. He reached down, and removed his boots, then his socks. He held them out to her.
Jason: Here, take these. They'll be quite a bit big on you, but they're better than nothing.
Lorre: What about you?
Jason: Me? Oh I'll be fine. I'm a Child of the Desert. I went around barefoot most of my youth and the soles of my feet are over a centimeter thick. Take them.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 9, 2005 14:59:06 GMT
The lack of proper food, sleep and the recent events were having their effects on the prisoners. Frek felt depressed and cold and tired. He was shocked out of his slumber by the guards collecting Gordon and Blayne. Blayne muttered some reassuring words to the ones left behind and the door was slammed shut again.
Fifteen minutes later Dr. Black and Melain were taken away as well. “What do you think will happen to them,” Johnson whispered. “Who knows,” He replied softly, “It was almost like they are out on getting Blayne, like he had been here before.” Johnson nodded. He had noticed as well. “We could try to overpower them when they return,” Johnson suggested. “And then what?” Frek asked after giving it some thought, “We might knock the two guards, but how far will we get? We don’t know the layout of this complex.” “And the place is probably rigged with sensors,” Johnson added, “But we have to do something.” “We wait and save our strength until the time comes to act,” Frek said, "It's the more sensible thing to do."
“I’ve noticed one thing,” Johnson said after a few minutes had past in silence. “The corridors are clearly shielded. I’ve seen this sort of plating before. It's a special alloy.” Frek understood was he was implying. If the remaining Hanson crew were able to find them, they couldn’t simply be beamed out. They had to come and get them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2005 23:08:18 GMT
Melain had wrapped Dr. Blacks coat around her and her feet were finaly starting to feel warm again. " I don't want to stay here and pray we are rescued, but I'm not sure we can overcome the Cragorians very easily." she sighed. "things would have been better if they had not seperated us from the others. What do you recammend?" she asked sitting dwon on the cold hard metal bench that was in their cell.
"This is you training mission Cadet, what course of action would you take?" The Doctor reminded her.
Melain sighed "Well... first I would try to consider what our options are not. We cannot escape from this room unaided, we cannot contact the Hanson, or the rest of the team. Then I'd consider what we have, which is basically the clothes on our backs and our own skills. Then what we know about our captors. They are bird like, they can fly, they know little about us or the Federation. If I only had my tricorder I may be able to determine more about their physiology, but it's with my med kit. I think I saw them take that on the transport, but I'm not sure what they did with it."
Jason smiled. "So we have figured out those things, but you have not answerd my question."
"I supose I'd run on the fact they don't know very much about who we are. They don't know our cultures and they don't know how we get along." Melain looked up. "What if you were Danara, and I was myself. How do you think we'd be acting right now? What do you think they would do? Seperate us, come in and try to split us apart?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2005 2:13:17 GMT
OFF: Nice post 'Mr. Hawking'. ON: Struggling to keep up with the complicated science babble going back and forth between their new engineer and his first officer, Tony just managed to catch up with what they were saying. Thankful that he had understood it, he looked at both of the officers, “Mr. Hawking, Commander, I suggest you get on with it.” The two bright people stood and exited the room, speaking quickly and seriously. A while later "We've disabled their jamming signal, captain." Hawking said as he and S'reena stepped onto the bridge, looking triumphant. "Good, ops, open a transmission to the Cragoria-" Tony started. "No need, sir, they've already done so themselves, shall I recieve it?" The cadet at ops said. Tony shot a suspicious look at S'reena standing beside him, "Yes." The cadet nodded and Cragorian appeared on the viewscreen. It wasn't Ietta this time. "Captain Marcell, I'm so glad we were able to reach you!" This Cragorian was male and looked like he had not been prepared to talk to Marcell so quickly, "We've been trying to reach your for hours!" "Really?" Tony said sarcastically, drawing the word out, "And who are you?" "O yes, sorry, my name is Jaril." The Cragorian said, overly apologetic. Tony really doubted Jaril's sincerity, "We've lost contact with your team's, but we have sent out search teams to find them, they have been searching for several hours, and we're sure they'll have found them soon!" The cragorian took a breath and then continued, "The best thing for you to do now is to stay on your ship and we'll let you know when we find your officers. I'm must go now. Jaril out." Tony turned to S'reena and Hawking, "Assemble a team, we're going to go find them ourselves." TAG: S'reena and everyone else too!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2005 10:18:12 GMT
S'reena flashed a grin at Tony. "Thought you'd never ask sir!" she laughed, as she and Hawking jumped to their feet, then ran out of the captain's readyroom. "I thought he'd never ask," she repeated to Hawking, "lets just hope the transporter works, otherwise we're going to have to rig a shuttle so that we won't show on their sensors."
She sighed, looking a little disappointed. "Too bad we don't have a cloak," she said, "had we one of those, we could easily go down undetected." Then she snapped her fingers. "Didn't we detect a meteor shower earlier? Perhaps we can take a shuttle and pretend we're a meteor!"
The two kept exchanging ideas until they'd reached the transporter room. The teams were already waiting, though the cardassian security cadet, Danara, looked uncomfortable and very displeased. ~live with it~ S'reena thought ~your crew before personal grudges~ "Captain, we're ready, and we're waiting for you sir!" she piped up to the bridge.
The night shift first officer, Commander Nathan Rhane would take command if both CO and XO were off the ship. ~too bad he has to be wakened from his sleep~ she thought, even though she didn't like the man very much. He always tried to make a point about how untrustworthy Romulans were, and he begrudged her for being the first officer, and him assigned to night shift.
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Post by alberthawking on Feb 10, 2005 13:34:26 GMT
(ooc. Thanks Captain.)
For once, Hawking regretted his love for food. Normally he wouldn’t be in on these sorts of away teams. After all he wasn’t the youngest of men anymore with his fifty-three years. He had given up all the wild things a long time ago. Starting out as a brilliant young engineer on active field duty he had his share of excitement and adventure. Later when got married and started having kids he transferred to Jupiter Science Station. From there on he had been part of various groundbreaking endeavours. Some successful, some not. But it had given him enough credit to be asked to head the Conquerors prestigious Cadet Engineering Research Project. On some occasions doubling as CEO on the Hanson. Mostly it was a quiet peaceful job. He sighed, you always had exceptions.
He stepped on the transport pad and checked his EEK. EEK, Emergency Engineering Kit, were a variety of handy tools that mind come in handy in a zillion occasions. Something like the old Earth Swiss army knives. He was trying to make a case for it at the Starfleet Engineering Corps. He felt every engineer should have one. He even named his Bolian purple cat after it.
The tingling sensation faded and the group of officers found them selves in the desert. Danara looked quit at ease in the desert heat. S’reena's eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, shielding it from the brightness of the stars’ light. Mortaat, the CTSO, instructed her people. Hawking didn’t notice what she was saying, neither did he care to much. Wiping his forehead with a sleeve he run a quick scan. He looked up to S’reena. “One point two kilometres. That way.” S’reena followed his outstretched hand. “Okay, let’s move it.”
With the jamming signal gone S’reena and Hawking scanned the surface for any signs of their people. With no result. Until they finally picked up a faint combadge signal. It was rather faint and at irregular intervals the signal faded away completely. S’reena suggested the Cragorians tried to disable the communicators, not doing a thorough enough job on this one. A more detailed scan had revealed a faint trace of a plasma engine. Probably belonging to an atmospheric aircraft. The trail ended in the middle of nowhere, two hundred forty-three kilometres from where it had started. Although well revealed, the Hanson’s sensors had shown a structure underground, well hidden by the sand. Impossible to beam through and scan through, Marcell had decided to transport a rescue party close enough to the structure so they could easily reach it and for enough to not be instantly detected.
“We’re here,” Mortaat informed the party. Hawking ran another scan. “Any sign of an entrance?” S’reena asked. Hawking shook his head. “Not yet. Give me a sec.” S’reena sometimes had the annoying habit to be rather impatient, he thought. “Looked at this,” Hawking showed the scan to S’reena, “This is the specific density of the sand in this area. Here above the structure it’s clearly denser.” “Thus proving it’s more than sand,” the First Officer replied knowingly. “And here,” Hawking pointed at a specific part of the reading, “It density decreases a little.” “So?” Mortaat asked. “So?” Hawking repeated a bit annoyed. Tactical officers, always ready for a fight but complete idiots when it came to simple physics and math. “So it’s probably a hatch, or a ventilation shaft. It’s a way in.”
Within five minutes Danara was back. “It’s a hatch,” she reported, “Sealed mechanically from the inside.” “Mr. Hawking?” S’reena looked at him expectantly. Shaking his head Hawking replied. “If it’s mechanically there’s not much I can do from the outside. I didn’t expect it to be that low-tech.” S’reena made a quick decision. “Blow it!” she ordered Mortaat.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2005 14:26:45 GMT
(O.O.C I do hope you guys don't mind if I post as Danara for this)
Danara helped Commander Mortatt set up the charges before the team retreated to a safe distance.
"Chances are they won't like us dropping in uninvited so set your phasers to stun." Commander S'reena orderd. Danara set her phaser rifle and waited for further instruction. Finaly she was getting some action! She'd spent the last couple days running similations in the holosuit with her instructer. Why hadn't they sent her to the desert instead of one of the other cadets? Her physiology could handle it much better then the Andorian, and the Bajoran. What would have happend if she'd been there instead, would the rest of the crew still be trying to rescue them?
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