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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 10, 2005 14:32:31 GMT
The second Cragorian uttered a sudden, loud squwaking sound and collapsed to the ground. The next thing YrDis could see was DJ Gordon, with a satisfied smile on his face. "Thank you, commander. I have been wanting to do something like that for several hours now."
YrDis nodded weakly, able to do little else. He watched quietly as the lieutenant picked up the Cragorian weapons, quietly checked the medical room they were in and peeked out the door then walked back to where YrDis was lying. "Everythings clear right now, but we have to get moving. Are you able to walk?"
The counsellor nodded again, and Gordon helped him to his feet. With Gordon partially supporting him, the two of them started sneaking towards the cell where they had left the rest of the away team.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 10, 2005 15:05:16 GMT
The confinement of the room was getting on Freks nerves. He was pacing up and down, thinking about Melain and the others. They had been taken away for a while now. Where the hell to? “Could you please sit down,” Johnson snapped. “Sorry Owen,” Frek said. He looked at the floor he has been pacing. It was as if he could almost see the wear and tear were he had been pacing. “Nah, it’s alright,” Johnson said, “It getting to me as well. I mean, if we knew the door would amazingly open and provide us with means to escape.” Frek opened his mouth and was about to answer, when the door shrieked open. Johnson and Frek immediately jumped to their feet. The two regular guards came in. The one with the shrill voice and the fluffy-looking one. One was holding a tray with clammy, pale balls of unknown origin and a can of water. The water had the colour of rust. They really needed to revise their plumbing down here.
“We don’t want you to…” Fluffy-bird started. He stopped mid-sentence. A dull rumbling sound went though the building. The platters on the tray tinkled softly. Johnson and Frek exchanged a quick look. A swift kick from Johnson hit Fluffy-bird, sending the tray flying. Frek pick it out of the air and crashed on Shrilly’s head, who made a shrill sound and sagged to the ground. Johnson had grabbed the other by the beak. “Where are they?” he hissed. The Cragorian made a difficult sound but kept quite otherwise. Johnson tried again. “Were are…” Frek tapped him on the arm. “What?” Johnson said. “You holding his beak,” Frek pointed out, “He can’t answer you like that.” Johnson shifted his attention from Frek back to the Cragorian, noticing his mistake. He quickly shifted his hand to Fluffy-birds neck. “They’re in the order corridor,” the bird gasped with a croaking voice. Apparently they weren’t that brave on their own. “Second on you left, first to your right. First door.” “Done?” Frek asked. Johnson nodded. “Good.” Frek planted the butt of the rifle, he took from the fallen guard, on Fluffy’s head with gentle yet effective tap. He threw the weapon to Johnson and picked up the one from the guard he had just put to sleep.
Frek glanced into the corridor. From the moment of the explosion to the moment, Frek rendered the last guard unconscious only less than a minute had pasted. But in that minute their chances had increased dramatically. Red alarm light flashed on and of and every corridor seemed to be filled with sounds of ringing alarm bells and shrieking Cragorian. It sounded like the Ornithology section in the Rigelian zoo he had once visited. “All clear,” he whispered back to Johnson. Fast but with care the two cadets moved through the corridors, trying to get to their comrades. “Look out!” Johnson shouted as they moved into the hallway gallery where were supposed to be held. Frek dove to the ground, noticing Johnson doing the same from the corner of his eye, trapping his left antenna between himself and the wall as he landed. It kinda hurt. With a whining sound a bright green bundle of light shot over their heads scorching the wall behind them. Better a bruised antenna than to be dead. Johnson and Frek didn’t hesitate and returned fire. The attacker slid to the floor with is back to the wall. Frek inspected the weapon and wondered if it was set on stun or kill.
When they reached the doors it was closed. No key. Just an electronic panel next to the door. Johnson raised the gun and fired at the panel. Smoke spiralled towards ceiling spreading a stench. The now not so functional panel send a rain of sparks into the corridor. With some effort the cadets managed to open the door far enough to let someone in. Or in this case more important. Out.
Melain and Black already stirred by the ongoing noises, stared at the blue face peering in. “Any one in for a walk?” Frek asked politely.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2005 16:10:20 GMT
Jason: That would be my assumption. Mainly for the reason of ensuring my safety. They seem to be handling me more carefully than you for some reason. But I don't know why. Perhaps they see me more valuable because I'm an Officer already, and you only a Cadet. I have access to more.
Then suddenly they felt the whole building rumble slightly.
Lorre: What was that?
Jason: I don't know.
Jason placed his ear to the wall of the cell, listening for anything. It was an Indian skill he had learned from his grandfather.
Jason: I hear someone thudding against the wall...distant low voices, which isnt Cragorian...rapid footsteps coming closer...
Jason heard noise outside the door and moved to listen through the door.
Jason: Someone dropping to the floor...weapons fire...a single person being shot against the wall.
He then heard someone shooting the panel next to the door. He quickly stepped back. The door slowly came apart, and a pair of blue hands and a pair of tan-colored hands widened the gap. Then a familiar blue face appeared.
Jason: Boy are we glad to see you.
Jason and Lorre squeezed through the opening. Jason looked around, then found the dead guard. He reached down and grabbed the rifle from his hands. But then he noticed something at the guard's belt.
Jason: Looks like I found my thief.
He reached down and pulled his machete and hunting knife off the guard and placed them in his belt.
Jason: Looks like someone decided to keep my blades for himself. And yes, I'm quite ready for that walk. Lets go.
He aimed the rifle in front of him. He walked down the corridor, leading the group.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2005 0:13:09 GMT
"We need to find the councellor and Commander Jordon." Melain gestured to what looked like a computer panel on the wall. "We may be able to use that to locate them, and send a signal out to the Hanson."
"I'll do it." Owen volunteerd, as he set to work on the panel. "You guys keep guard."
Melain nodded and proceeded a little way. down the hallway
(O.O.C I'll finsih this later, my mom wants use the computer)
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Post by fthelev on Feb 11, 2005 0:26:22 GMT
ooc: that sucks...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2005 0:54:44 GMT
(O.O.C Sorry ) She peered around thr corner to see a dozen armed Cragorians headed thier way. She gasped and rushed back to the group. "You'd better hurry Owen, we've got company." Frek rushed over from the other side of the hall. 'I've got 10 coming from my side, what about yoiu?" "The same, they must have detected us when we accessed the computer." Melain replied, looking for an escape route. "Cadet Johnson, How close are you to locate the councellor and Commander Gordon?" Dr. Black asked, as he readied his weapon. "Just a sec.. Got them.' Owen touched the screen. "They're two hallways right of us. I don'r have time to Contact the Hanson." Dr. Black nodded "That's alright, now lets get out of here." The team looked around, but there were no doors within reach. The sound of approching Cragorians grew louder and one of them called out. "We have you surrounded Starfleet, put down your weapons and surrender, if you do this you will not be harmed." 'I don't want to spend another moment in one of those cells." Frek commented. "You won't have to" Melain smiled. "Look, it's an access tunnel." she pointed to a small hatch door, so closely fit to the wall it was nearly impossible to see. There was a electric panel beside it. "Got it" Owen aimed his weapon and fired, the panel smoked and the hatch popped open slightly. Melain slipped her small hands behind the hatch and it opend. The Cadets and Doctor Black slipped into the tunnel. "We fired the panel, so chances are they won't be able to come in after us." Frek said as he closed the door. Melain crawled down the tunnel ahead of the others"Lets find the others and get out of here."
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Post by shhouse on Feb 11, 2005 5:25:38 GMT
The tunnel was dark, a lot darker then Owen liked. He had had problems previously with enclosed dark spaces, however he knew that the lives of Cmdrs Blayne and Gordon could very well be in danger if he didn't control his urge to panic. Melain and Frek crawled on ahead of him and he kept up with them as Dr Black followed behind.
"We need to go about the same distance again." he called out as they crawled past an access hatch.
It seemed to take longer to get to the second hatch. Being enclosed was starting to affect Owen's judgement and he rationalised that they had actually taken the same amount of time.
"I'll go first." Frek said.
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 11, 2005 14:31:32 GMT
YrDis and DJ were sheltering in a tiny alcove that they had found along a main corridor. Several Cragorian patrols had passed, but never seemed to check this little location. YrDis could understand. It was barely big enough to shelter one being much less two.
The counsellor was slowly getting his strength back after using his ability on the Cragorian guard, and DJ had had to drag him to this point, but he was pretty sure that he could walk now. He nodded at DJ, who was watching the corridor they were facing. Gordon nodded back and made some signals with his hands, indicating that he wanted to head along this corridor to some closed doors that he could see. YrDis moved so he could see and covered the corridor with his weapon and Gordon quickly rushed off. YrDis waited for a moment, then moved as well, covering the corridor behind them while DJ kept an eye out ahead.
They had no luck. All the doors were locked, probably due to whatever emergency was going on. YrDis had felt some vibrations a few minutes ago, but had no idea what they might have been.
They were standing at a corner, with Gordon carefully peering around. "It's clear" he whispered and ducked around. YrDis waited for a few seconds, then followed. As they were moving down the corridor, and small hatch suddenly started swung open, catching both of them by surprise. Gordon immediately moved to the opposite side of the corridor from Blayne, hoping to make them more difficult targets.
Unexpectedly, the head of Cadet Melain poked itself carefully out of the hatch. She blinked when saw the two energy pistols pointed at her head. Gordon and Blayne quickly lowered their guns.
"Is that any way to treat someone who's rescuing you?" she asked.
"I thought we were rescuing you" YrDis replied, grinning slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2005 15:12:49 GMT
"I geuss you underestimated us Councellor." Melain laughed as she slipped out of the access tube. "Did they... do anything to you guys when they took you away?'
"No, Yrdis took one of them down, and we managed to escape." Commander Gordon informed them. "I suggest we find the exit now."
"Chances are that it will be heavily guarded." Councellor Yrdis pointed out. "Do those access tubes lead to the exterior in any way?"
"I'm not sure sir, when I was locating you on the computer I only got a breif look at them. Before we had to escape." Owen replied.
"They may connect to an air duct or something." Melain was hesitant to suggest they use the computer again since that would only reveal their location again. "Our chances are better in the tubes, we may feel cornerd, but I do not think the Cragorians will find us easy to follow, the are much bigger then us and will not find crawling on their hands and knees very comfortable."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2005 15:59:05 GMT
S'reena stood aside as Danara, together with the CEO instructor blew a hatch that supposedly led into the underground bunker. The two clambered inside first, then followed by Mortaat, S'reena clambered in too. Marcell closed the group of people.
Phaser rifles set on heavy stun and at constant alert, the little group prowled forwards, through the maze of corridors. "That way," S'reena suddenly said, as her tricorder beeped softly indicating that it had picked up the lifesigns of the Federation teams. "Uh oh..."
She aimed her phaser, but Danara and Mortaat had already registered the Cragorians first. Yet as they both took down a few of the bird-like people, even more filed in. At last, it was two Cragorians for each Starfleet officer. S'reena growled as she held her rifle with one hand, then took out her Honor Blade with the other.
She stood eye-to-eye with a bird that was at least two heads taller than she, but she grinned up at it, as she kicked it's legs from under it. Using the butt of her rifle, she clubbed it against the side of its head. The bird yelped, but sprang to its feet, growling and hissing menacingly.
"Uh-oh," she muttered, as the bird took wing and hovered above her, "this can't be good!" She knelt down and took careful aim with her phaser, however since she had used it as a club, it would not work properly anymore and she tossed it away as it threatened to overload. "Careful!" she warned the rest.
She was knocked off her feet by the bird, but she rolled with the impact, and only her reflexes saved her from being clawed badly. "That hurts!" she cried, as she glanced at the clawmarks on her arm. They bled freely, but they were shallow marks; yet it were the shallow cuts that usually hurt the most. Still lying down, she took aim and threw the honor blade at the bird, catching it right where the tricorder had said it's heart would be.
S'reena got to her feet, and went to retrieve her blade. The rest of the team had taken care of the other Cragorians. "Well done," she said, "which way now?"
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Post by fthelev on Feb 12, 2005 17:06:29 GMT
“Perhaps we should get out of sight before discussing our further plan of action,” Frek suggested. “Sounds logical,” Blayne agreed. Frek nodded. “I would make a Vulcan proud.” One by one they crawled back into the tube. Frek wasn’t particularly thrilled with whole thing but it beat getting shot. It would be a miracle if he got out of this little adventure without a grave form of claustrophobia. But perhaps he would be lucky; the counsellor could be an expert on claustrophobia.
“Go left!” Johnson shouted from the rear end, “I think there’s a connection node.” Melain who was heading the group made a sharp hand-brake turn to the left. It occurred to Frek they were not unlike rats in a maze. The tube ended in a little room, if you could call it that way. Broom closet would be a worthy designation as well. Access tubes from three directions lead into the two by two metre measuring room. There was a hatch in the ceiling as well. Although a bit cramped for six persons it was better than the tubes itself. Squeezed between Melain and Black Frek looked at Gordon and sniffed. “You need a shower,” he pointed out. “You could do with one yourself.” “I had my bath this morning,” Frek replied.
Quickly they assessed their situation, trying to determine how to proceed. “Explosions don’t come out of the blue,” Frek noted not totally illogical. “You saying something caused it?” Melain knowing were he was getting at, “The Hanson?” “It seems unlikely that of all times an accident occurs at this moment in a place like this,” Blayne said, “A rescue attempt from the Hanson seems most likely.” “So what do we do?” Melain asked. “I don’t think it’s very wise to run around the corridors,” Blayne replied, “We have to let them know where to find us.” “How?” Johnson pointed at a console half hidden behind a panel. “We could use that.”
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Post by alberthawking on Feb 12, 2005 17:07:19 GMT
Hawking checked the tricorder. “They seem to be somewhere in the east wing.” Altering a few setting he checked again. S’reena noticed the frown on his head. “Something wrong Albert?” she inquired. He pointed to the wall. “The materials used in there are messing up our readings. I can only give a global location.” “I need a control panel. If I can hook up the tricorder to their internal sensors we can probably find them a lot quicker,” Hawking explained. S’reena made a quick decision. “We proceed in their direction. When we come to a control panel you can do your magic.”
They progressed slowly. The Cragorians knew they were in and obviously they didn’t like it. On several occasions when they couldn’t avoid the security parties it ended in a shoot out. It was clear the Cragorian were a bad shot since none of the Starfleet officers got hit.
“Sir,” Danara called back as she rounded a corner, “There’s one.” Hawking quickly caught up with her and followed her glare. A small panel. It was located at an inconvenient height. At least for Hawking, for a Cragorian it probably was less uncomfortable. As the other members of the rescue party secured the corridor Hawking pulled out his EEK. He took out a little device not unlike a screwdriver and removed the cover of the control panel. As it came of it revealed a bundle of coloured wires and some fluorescent tubes. Hawking tossed the cover aside. He didn’t have any further use for it and he didn’t plan to put it back on. He put a clamp on the wires and plugged it into his tricorder. He ran a quick diagnostic to identify the connections. He picked out two, cut them lose and rewired them. Tapped a few controls and then turned to S’reena with a broad grin on his face. “Success?” she informed. “Look for yourself,” Hawking said showing her the data. “Morse codes. They’re sending out signals by fluctuating the power in a conduit. I traced it back to this node.” “Good work,” S’reena said giving him a pad on the shoulder, “Let’s go get them.”
It didn’t take them too long to reach the point the lost party was hiding. Hawking removed the lock from the hatch and opened it slowly. Not because of the dramatic effect, but more because the hatch seemed a bit jammed. He heard no sound inside. He hoped they were alright. It was very unlikely he had made a mistake and was at the wrong place. Mortaat gave a signal and Danara peered in.
“It’s about time you guys got here,” Blayne’s voice complained out of the hatch, “What took you so long?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2005 22:09:37 GMT
"It would have helped if you'd stayed in one place." Danara pointed out.
"How were we supposed to know you were searching for us." Melain counterd as she climbed out of the access tube. The rest of the group followed behind. Happy to be able to stand Melain stretched and let a smile spring to her face
"I see you managed to take off your clothes." Danara sniffed as the cloak Dr. Black had given Melain for warmth slid onto the floor. Melain ceased her stretching and shot Danara a withering stare.
"Now that we have everyone we should get back to the Hanson and get you guys to sick bay." Jason swiftly changed the subject.
"Sick bay? No one looks sick to me. Owen may need a shower though." Frek prodded his fellow cadet.
"The Doctor is right, who knows what we have been exposed to while we were on Jesin, and all of us should be treated for dehydration and..." Melain's lecture was cut short by the sound of weapons fire. Green phaser beams sliced through the air toward the Starfleets.
"Get back!" Mortatt yelled to the unarmed Party members. Melain backed up into the alcove, cursing in Bajoran for not garbbing a weapon when she'd had the chance.
After a brief firefight, all the Cragorians lay stunned or dead. "That's our que to leave. We may have been lucky so far, but that may change quickly." S'reena put her knife back in it's sheath and began to lead the way out of the compound.
Out of the corner of her eye Melain saw one of the aparently stunned Cragorians raise himself off the floor and aim his weapon toward the Cardassian Cadet. Oblivouse to the danger Danara was fidling with her damaged plasma rifle.
"Watch out!" Melain yelled, rushing toward her roomate who looked up with a suspicouse look on her face. Melain collided with her and they fell to the floor. The Cragorian's shot hit the wall were Danara's head had been just moments before.
Commander Mortatt took aim and stopped the Cragorian from taking another shot.
Melain tenderly picked herself off the floor, followed by a shocked Danara.
"You alright?" Frek asked.
"I'm fine, now let's get out of here." Melain had bruised her thigh, but that was nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2005 19:47:16 GMT
Tony had been trailing the group of 'rescuers', watching their back for the security patrols. With luck and alot of skill from Hawking they had found the away team, looking only a little worse for wear. A few were clad in but their undergarmet's, and other's clothing was torn and dirty, most likely from crawling through the tunnells they had found them in.
Tony fought the urge to ask them what had happened and instead led the group back the way they had come, back to the hatch they had blasted open from the desert outside. They had a very close encounter with a smaller group of Cragorian's.
The cardassian cadet they had brought with them nearly had her head splattered against the wall, but quick thinking from Lorre Melain saved Danara from that unpleasant and gory fate. Quickly Mortaat stopped the Cragorian from causing any damage.
They continued down the corridor, ducking into shadows whenever a patrol past, though sometimes they came close to being seen. Soon they came to the hatch, light streaming through the blast hole. Tony was quite suprised no one had seen it, or perhaps they had. If Tony had been managing the base, he certainly wouldn't of left it ungaurded.
Though now they came to the difficulty of getting back up the hole. It was much easier for a human to jump down a great distance than to jump up one.
"Crawl up on my shoulders." Tony told S'reena and she did so, using the side of the walls to balance herself before hoisting herself up and into the sand above.
She turned her self around and then held her hands down, out of the opening ready to help others up. Frek then, with help from Lorre crawled out the same way and S'reena pulled him up the rest of the way. Fairly soon everyone- except Tony- was up above in the desert.
"Now what?" S'reena called down to him. Tony admitted he didn't know what to do either but Johnson suggested an idea.
"Let's tie two of the overcoats together, we can hold onto the one end and he can use it as a rope, and he can climb out like he was mountain climbing." Johnson said. Tony nodded and soon Lorre had taken the overcoat she had been given and tied it together with Yrdis' and threw the end down to Tony.
Sincerely hoping the material could hold his weight he began climbing up the side of the rock with his feet. Several times he almost lost his footing but the rope kept him from falling. Soon he came to the top and they pulled him up over the edge where he got a full mouthful of sand. He tried to smile up at his people, but instead coughed and started spitting sand.
Hawking flipped open his tricorder, "We have a connection to the Hanson, captain. Now that we're out of there, the interference is gone."
"Good," Tony said, most of the sand gone now, he tapped his combadge, "Marcell to Hanson." He counted the group, "10 to beam up."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2005 9:15:23 GMT
A few seconds later, the away team and the rescue team appeared on the transporter pads on the Hanson. S'reena was immensely relieved to be back aboard; despite her sunglasses the glare of the sun had been rather painful on both eyes and skin. Not to mention the clawmarks on her right shoulder. While shallow, the marks hurt and it was very likely that they would infect if nobody did something about them soon.
S'reena tapped Melain's shoulder and pointed at her own. "Ms Lorre, if you wouldn't mind?" she said softly, while Marcell's back was still turned to them, "before anyone else notices. By the way, you've showed some strenght of character down there, saving the life of a person you'd rather not save."
She glanced sideways at the Cardassian security cadet, and caught the young woman's glare. ~I'm going to have to talk to Tony about that girl~ she thought grimly ~she's got a serious attitude problem~
"Captain!" she called, just as Marcell started to leave, "has anyone figured out yet why the Cragorians attacked our teams?"
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Post by fthelev on Feb 14, 2005 12:00:12 GMT
He could hear Commander S’reena call out after the captain as he dragged himself through the corridors. It was not until now, back on the Hanson, that he felt the strain of their little adventure. The thought of a bath, some sleep and a new uniform was a rather pleasant prospect. Not necessarily in that order. Straining himself to keep on his feet he pressed the little button to summon the turbolift. A few minutes more and he would be in his quarters again. The thought of it alone almost put a stupid grin on his face. “Turbolift currently out of order,” the computer informed him politely. The grin was instantly washed away from his face. It had been out of order for ages, it should have been fixed by now. He could feel a lump coming up in his throat and a prickling sensation behind his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Melain and Johnson had shown up as well. Frek pointed to the lift, opening and closing his mouth, not being able to produce any sound. “The lift,” he groaned accompanied by some not so nice words addressed at the device. “Still out of order,” Johnson asked. “What the hell has that fat engineer been doing all this time?” he asked with a tormented voice. Not knowing what to say, the other two cadets shrugged their shoulders. Perhaps they thought Frek finally lost it. “Come on let’s take the other one,” Melain said heading to the other lift. “Guess so,” Frek replied mournfully.
The Bolian Frek encountered when he had come onboard stared at them. “You going to your quarters?” “Yep.” The Bolian kept staring at the dirty, unwashed cadets. The odour in the lift probably was unbearable as well. Frek knew what the Bolian was thinking: Do we have an air refresher onboard that is strong enough. After a few seconds of staring the Bolian opened his mouth again. “You do know,” he started, “The showers are offline on all of the cadet accommodation deck.” “They’re what!” Frek yelled already reaching for the guy’s throat, ready to strangle him. With some effort Melain and Johnson were able to restrain him. “It’s a joke! It’s just a joke!” the Bolian cried out in terror backing up to the wall. “A joke!” Frek roared, “Are you insane? You don’t make jokes about that!” Frek prepared himself for another attempt to strangle him, but fortunately the lift halted. The doors opened and the Bolian fled. Frek sagged to the floor despondently. “I’m blue,” he announced mournfully.
His little down moment was soon forgotten due to the joys of a working bath and some clean clothes. For some reason or another he couldn’t find his other uniform. The only things he could find were his civilian clothes and his dress uniform. He decided to put on his dress uniform. He had the feeling the captain would appreciate that better. He ordered a quick sandwich from the replicator and headed to the conference room for the debriefing, avoiding the defective lift. He saw something blue hastily disappearing around a corner. Probably the Bolian. His thoughts went back to the Cragorians. Clearly somethings were still to be solved.
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Post by alberthawking on Feb 14, 2005 12:57:11 GMT
Hawking, not being put to the same strain as some of the other instructors and cadets, went back to his beloved place on the ship. Engineering. With a big bowl of cappuccino he sat himself behind diagnostic console and glared at the PADD in his hand. Some reports had come in about an apparently defective turbolift-carriage. Half of them were from the Andorian cadet. Tapping in a few of the controls he tracked down the turbolift-carriage concerned. It seemed to be working at the moment. Another tap and the error-logs appeared on screen. The lift apparently was having some trouble at irregular intervals. He re-routed the carriage to a position were he had easy access to all key systems. He swallowed down the last bit of his coffee and headed off with a repair kit in his hands.
A wall panel lay on the floor besides him. The place where it originally had been fitted now showed the intestines of some of the lifts’ controls. He ran some diagnostic. “Nothing here as well,” he sighed, getting a bit annoyed for not spotting the problem. With a soft hum he put the panel back on its place. The frown in his forehead deepened. With another sigh he got back on his feet and opened the hatch that gave access to the shaft. The light in the shaft was fairly dim as it was illuminated by maintenance lights. Hawking groaned as he pushed his robust frame through the hatch. As he increased the lights his eye fell on something rather unusual. Half stuck between the lift carriage and the shaft was something that looked like a bag. Or at least once was one. This explained the problems with the lift. With the movement of the turbolift it would get stuck, safety protocols would kick in, after all, it could be someone from a maintenance crew being stuck.
Ten minutes later the bag had been removed and the turbolift in working order again. Riding the recently fixed turbolift-carriage to the conference room, Hawking inspected the bag. He soon found a remarkably well preserved name tag.
He quickly spotted the Andorian cadet in the conference room. “Cadet Thelev!” Frek shot him a peculiar look. “Yes sir?” “I think I found something that belongs to you,” Hawking said holding up the battered bag before throwing it in the arms of the cadet. “Where did you find it, sir?” Frek asked surprised. “The faulty turbolift.” A bewildered Frek looked from the engineer to the not so bag-like bag in his hands. A shred of torn uniform fell out of a gaping whole in the side of the bag, immediately followed by a seriously mangled shoe.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2005 14:44:47 GMT
When they materialized in the transporter room, Jason was quite happy to see that the majority of his Medical Staff was already there waiting for them, Dr Hope in the lead. Immediately medical tricorders came out and they started for the returned away team. As the away team slowly worked their way off the platform, each was scanned.
Michael came to Jason and Lorre, who were next the back of the transporter pad. He looked at Jason's bare feet, and Lorre wearing extra clothing including boots too large for her.
Michael: I see someone decided to be a gentleman. What happened down there?
Jason: I'll explain later. Anything wrong with us?
Michael: Apart from some really high adrenaline, you appear to be fine. Although I'm showing signs of exhaustion.
Jason: That's because I haven't slept in almost 24 hours.
Michael: Well, lets get you both back to Sickbay. I've got uniforms for you there.
Jason partially limped back to Sickbay, glad to be back.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2005 15:19:04 GMT
In sickbay Michael ran Melain through a few tests and discoverd she had a mild case of dehyrdration, sunburn and lack of sleep. None of this surprised her. "I'll treat that burn and that nasty bruise and then you can go wash up." Micheal said as he put away his tricorder.
"I'm going to contact the Captain and recammend that all of the team members be given 24 hours to recuperate before being put back on duty." Dr. Jason decided after taking care of his own health.
"Cadet Lorre, whatever happend to your medkit?" Nurse Matai asked from the consel were she had been working.
"They took the kits away when they rescued us. My own Tricorder was in there, I knew I shouldn't have brought it along." Melain explained exasperated.
"Tricorders can be replaced, don't worry about that." Michael put away the medical instraments. 'All done here, now go and freshen up." he helped her off the examination table. "Oh, and if that roomate of yours is there, you might want to remind her to come for a checkup on that arm. It's healed up well, and we were able to take the brace off this morning so she was able to go with the away team.'
"If I see her I will, but frankly I'm hopeing I won't." Melain gave them a half hearted smile before heading to her quarters.
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 14, 2005 16:43:59 GMT
In the confusion of being beamed back to the Hanson, with med techs everywhere and discussions about what happened on the surface going on, YrDis quietly snuck out the door of Transporter Room 1 and quickly walked down to Cargo Bay one.
The bay appeared to be abandoned, but he checked the corners anyway, just in case. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He walked up to the cargo transporter and entered his personal code, activating the device, the said "Computer, access main library database and run a metallurgical analysis on Ornaran Combat Knives, then compare against Jesin planetary elemental composition."
"Comparison completed" the computer reported.
"Is there a metal in an Ornaran Combat Knife that is not present on the planet Jesin?" he asked.
"The element chromium" the computer answered promptly.
YrDis activated the main sensors and scanned for the element mentioned. He found two small deposits on the surface, moving around slowly. He was tempted to beam whoever had his knives up as well, but resisted. He would probably get in trouble enough trouble as it was.
Programming the transporter to beam up the chromium objects and anything within 2 centimetres of it, he energized and his combat knives appeared on the pad. He walked over and picked them up, noticing that there was some kind of hair or something underneath his knives. He took a closer look, then grinned, gathered the stuff up and dumped it into a replicator.
As he walked out of the cargo bay, he thought happily about the Cragorian who had two long, thin bald spots on his back as a souveneir of the Hanson's visit to Jesin.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 0:40:36 GMT
Melain enterd her quarters to see cadet Danara repositioning the furnature. The room was nearly back to how it had been when Melain had left, except for a few small details. All of Melain' things had been dumped unceremoniosly in one of the corners and a blanket coverd her Prophet shrine. Danara didn't even look up from the chair she was adjusting when Melain enterd.
Melain let out a sigh as she removed the blanket and tenderly rearranged the candles. She glanced over at Danara who was now staring at her with a look she could not place.
"Why did you do it?" Danara asked sweeping back a whisp of her black hair.
"Look untill we get back to "The Conquerer" this room is both of ours! Part of sharing a room with me means putting up with my religion!" Melain snapped throwing down the blanket.
Danara was taken a back"What!.. no, no I mean... why did you save me back on Jesin?"
Melain hadn't expected this, "I didn't want to have to look after your wounds... you're not exactly a good patient."
"Come on! You know that's not it. That shot would have killed me! You wouldn't have to worry about tending to my wounds I'd be dead!" Danara was becoming obviosly upset.
"Because in Starfleet you don't let your comrades get killed!" Melain stomped over to the pile of her things to grabbed a towel and a fresh set of undergarments, hoping to end the conversation.
"No one else would have known what happend! You could have ignored that Cragorian and gotten rid of me! I know you hate me!" Danara exploded with frustration. "What do you have up you're sleeve! What is it you want from me!"
"I..I don't want anything from you." Melain stamered. "I just did what I would have wanted someone to do for me"
"But.. you don't work that way.. you're people don't work that way!" Danara seemed to struggled to get her words out.
"That's what this is about! You don't think I could save you because I'm a Bajoran." Melain could not believe what she was hearing. "What makes you such an expert on my people!"
Danara's mouth gapped open like that of a goldfish. "My.. my parents told me Bajorans hated Cardassians even more then we hated them. They warned me when I left for the Academy that I would meet some of you and that there was no point in trying to be nice, that you would hate me no matter what I did. They said that you would betray me with the first chance you got. Our people destroyed your world, and even though I was not involved with that you will hold me in contempt."
"That sounds so familiar." Melain stood up and looked at Danara as if somehow she could peer into her stone cold soul "My parents gave me almost the same lecture before I left and I wanted to prove them wrong, but when I met you, all you did was confirm every word they said. Cardassians are nothing but self centerd, cold hearted, brutal killers who have no place sharing in the peace of the Federation! I saved your life and all you can ask me is why!" Melain didn't wait for Danara to reply, she garbbed up her duty uniform and headed for the cadet showers. Just before the door closed she rememberd something. 'Dr. Michael wants to see you in sick bay, and you'd better not keep him waiting!" she yelled before blindly rushing down the hall.
She had been looking forward to a long and relaxing shower, but now that was not possible. She couldn't get the conversation with Danara out of her head, had she been unrational toward her roomate? Had Danara really deserved that? The more she thought about it the more sure of her actions she felt. Danar had treated her as second class the moment they met, she had been rude to everyone else on baord, she had not respected Melain at all! She stewed over this untill she just couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped out of the shower and put on her clean uniform. She would sleep in the cafeteria if she that was what it took to get away from Danara. On her way to her room she rememberd the breifing they were supposed to have. It was scedualed to start in 10 minutes, that gave her time to go and get something to eat before going to the conferance room.
She got a salad from the replimate which she gulped down before heading to the conferance room. happily she noted the turbolift was now repaired. Entering the conferance room she saw Frek dressed in his formal uniform. "Were we supposed to be dressed up for this?" she asked as she took the seat beside his.
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(O.O.C wow, long post! Sorry guys)
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Post by fthelev on Feb 15, 2005 12:22:10 GMT
“Nah,” Frek replied, “My uniform is still at that oasis. No doubt the ducks have confiscated it now as compensation for the eggs. Or perhaps simply out of revenge.” “They’re ducks Frek,” Melain commented, “Besides don’t you have any spares?” “You saw how they attacked us, they’re evil,” Frek held up his ravaged bag containing the shredded remains of what ones were uniforms. “And look what the lift did with my spare clothes.” The ducks reminded Frek of something he had heard on Earth about cows. That they were actually highly evolved aliens, waiting for their time to take over Earth and the rest of the Federation. They didn’t look dangerous, but you never knew. Better to be careful, they probably don’t see the humour in being minced and barbequed for ages. “So how did it get in the lift,” Melain interrupted his thoughts. Frek shrugged his shoulders. ”Dunno. Perhaps a transporter malfunction? Who knows?”
One by one the cadets and senior crew entered the room and took their seats. Frek wondered if the captain had already figured out why the Cragorian did what they did. Except their weirdness, Frek was sure they must have had other motivations to justify their actions.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 12:34:57 GMT
*second try....kicks at escape button -> you made my post disappear, begone escape!*
S'reena walked out of the transporter room, after Marcell and intended to go to the bridge when she found her husband Michael Hope standing outside of the transporter room, literally tapping his food in annoyance and anger. "You couldn't resist, could you?" he fumed.
"Resist what?" S'reena asked, genuinely surprised at his outburst, if not just his presence.
"Beaming down!" Michael fumed, "yes you are the first officer, but you are also a mother. What were you thinking!"
"Our children were perfectly safe in the daycare centre," S'reena said timidly, biting back her own anger. "I am on duty, the crew was in danger. It is my job to lead an away team, even if the captain chooses to be present also," she retorted, embarrassed at being shout at in plain sight. She turned her back on him and started to walk away briskly.
A few seconds later, she heard footsteps hurry after her, and knew Michael was taking long strides to keep up with her. "Hey!" he cried after her, but she didn't stop walking. At last he caught up with her. "I'm sorry," he said, grabbing her shoulders to stop her from continuing her pace. When she winced, he repeated his apollogy. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that," he continued, "I was just worried about you."
She stopped walking, and turned to face him. "No you shouldn't have," she said, her jaws still clenched in anger, but it was quickly subsiding. She could never be angry at Michael for long, no matter how she tried.
Michael looked her over, and gently brushed his hand over her cheek. "Let's get to sickbay and have this looked after," he said gently, "it appears that Ms Lorre forgot about it in her hurry to get to a shower. Can't blame her really, the poor thing."
S'reena shook her head. "I'm not coming to sickbay," she said, "I want a shower too. I can just hear the sand grinding in my hair."
Michael gave her a mock glare. "Oh yes you're coming. You're not going to cause a scene again are you, like a few days ago? Do I need to get Captain Marcell to order you again? You do realise you're still on report do you, and I doubt you want yet another reprimand added to it." He grabbed her arm and started to pull her along.
Allowing herself to be pulled, she still put up a mild struggle. "Very well," she said. 15 minutes later she stood in her own bathroom, letting the hot water from the shower run through her hair and over her body. She sighed as the soap bit into the clawmarks (which Michael had refused to heal, saying they should heal on their own lest her skin forgot how to heal itself) and quickly rubbed the soap off.
Not another 15 minutes later, she walked into the briefingroom, her hair still damp from the shower. Bemused, she noted that the majority of the cadets and instructors appeared to have done the same. She sat down, and waited for Marcell to arrive.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 15, 2005 13:08:35 GMT
ooc: what happened to the sonic shower?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 13:11:14 GMT
ooc: what happened to the sonic shower? didn't disappear;) real water shower is a luxury:p It's never stated that quarters don't have real water showers;) I guess sonic is just easier? no fuss with soap/drying off?
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