New Training Mission: Surprises

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“His vitals are returning to normal”

“He is starting to wake up.”

Drew was aware of the voices around him, and the gentle sounds of technology. As he listened things started to become clearer and he realised he was laying on his back. The voices sounded familiar; but at the moment he could not place them, slowly he started to open his eyes, blinded temporarily by the blind lights. After a few rapid blinks his vision returned and he realised he was looking at the ceiling of sickbay, Michael Hope leaning over him.

“Welcome back Admiral,” Michael said smiling.

“Thank you,” Drew replied, trying, but failing, to sit up.

“Take it easy sir,” Michael said, “your body needs time to recover.”

Silently Drew cursed the doctor. Starfleet medical officers had a terrible habit for stating the obvious, as well as for keeping patients under far too much supervision for Drew’s tastes; especially when he was the patient.

Instead, Drew asked the obvious question:

“What happened?”

“You were shot sir,” Michael replied, “as was S’reena and Doctor Brelev.”

With that statement, Drew did shoot up, ignoring the pain that the action caused him.

“Admiral!” Michael exclaimed, trying to restrain him and force him to lay back down.

“Don’t you Admiral me!” Drew said angrily, fighting Michael, “if my First and Second Officers are both out of action, then who the hell is commanding my ship!”

“Commanders Reynolds and Shinsei are handling the situation,” Michael explained, “now if you don’t get back into bed, I will add an extra day to your sentence here.”

Drew glared at the junior doctor. Most officers would have backed down at such an evil glance from an Admiral, unfortunately for Drew, Michael was married to S’reena Hope, and worked for Brelev; two women who were never afraid to stand up to him, and who had clearly taught Michael to be the same.

“Fine,” Drew said sulky, “at least get me a console set up so I can see what is happening.”

After a while, Drew was sat up in his bed with a console out in front of him. He was currently tracking the progress of the teams who were searching for the attacker, as well as reviewing the security reports that had been made since the attack.

There was suddenly a lot of commotion coming from the area where Brelev was. The poison had apparently had a more serve effect on her than it had on Drew and S’reena and she had been sealed off from the rest of sickbay. But now clearly she was awake.

Drew looked over at Isis, who had just returned to sickbay, and was bringing them up to date on what happened. Drew was surprised and alarmed to discover that it had been the Ambassador who had been behind the attacks, and that he had possibly been working with the Breen. He could already imagine the reaction of the Diplomatic Corps when he told them.

His thoughts were distracted by Brelev’s face appearing from behind her curtain, and ordering for the crowd of people to get out of her sickbay.

“Now doctor,” Drew said with a wicked smile appearing on his face, “I really think you need some rest, getting so aggravated wont help your recovery.”

Brelev glared at Drew with one of her familiar angry stares she often gave him when he was in sickbay.

Drew chuckled to himself, and then pressed a control on the console in front of him.

“All senior staff and cadets report to the conference room, it is time for someone to explain what has been happening.”

OOC:

OK folks we are almost at the end. Let’s all come together and put the pieces of the jigsaw together and we can start planning the graduation. Cadets please feel free to start the conference; your characters are actually in the position to know more than the instructors to explain what has happened.

[connorstephens]

It was one of the more difficult things Connor Stephens had ever had to do in his life. He was a science officer, not a security officer. Generally, the use of phasers dismayed him, although he understood their purpose, and he didn't flinch when he had had to use his own. But to use one on a Federation ambassador went against all his training, and in spite of the reasons for it, and the result that it perahps had helped save the lives of his collegial cadets, Tovan and Porter, and Commander Reynolds, thereby averting a deeper crisis, the action sickened him.

Other security officers had belatedly arrived, and were now standing in sickbay trying to deterine what had happened. The antidotes had apparently worked; Brelev was bellowing from her office that she wished sickbay cleared of all the traffic, and Admiral Drew was sitting up, a console at the ready for his personal use. And then it struck Stephens that if the Admiral was here along with the First Officer and Second Officer, who was minding the ship?

It was crazy, the chaos, and Stephens, in spite of his queasiness, had to chuckle. He decided to seek out his science colleagues, and was on his way to where Commander Manto and T'Pren stood, when he heard the Admiral give a directive to all of them.

“All senior staff and cadets report to the conference room, it is time for someone to explain what has been happening.”

With all that had been happening since he had first boarded the ship, Stephens wished he could explain it.

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"Except that you'll be holding your conference from this very bed admiral," Michael called angrily as he was busy trying to keep his own wife lying down in her bed. Like many command staff, S'reena and Paul Drew were bad examples to these cadets when it came to following doctor's orders, and once again they were proving just that.

"But I have to..." S'reena started, motioning towards Drew, "I have.."

"I know," Michael answered, cutting her off, "but you're staying in this bed. No arguments S'reena, or I'll have you sedated. And trust me, you won't like that. Now, where did you leave it, I'll get it to him once things have quieted down."

Quietly, S'reena whispered to him where she'd left it, then settled back in her pillows, while cadets rushed by from all directions in a flurry of activity. She watched Michael slip out of sickbay and return with a large parcel only minutes later. She beamed up at him, then caught sight of Brelev, who was walking somewhat unsteadily about sickbay as if she owned the place once more. She had listened to the argument between Brelev and Drew, and knew that her CO would quite likely win this one, even if he was on Brelev's turf.

Michael approached Drew. "Done arguing?" he querried, "Rachel will set up a vidcon for you so that you can follow the briefing from here and respond where needed. Now, S'reena asked me to get you this...she had wanted to do so herself but obviously she's not allowed to leave her bed either." He placed the parcel on Drew's lap, watching him unwrap it until he finally sat staring at a large birthday cake.

The assistant CMO also handed over a card. "Happy birthday admiral," he added, "even if the circumstances are hardly happy."

[tovan]

Tovan climbed out of the Jeffries tube, with the help of Commander Manto. It was satisfactory that the assailant had finally been apprehended. As one of the nurses gave him and Cadet Porter a quick once over with the tricoder, he turned to his fellow cadet. "Excellent work on disarming the Ambassador. As soon as possible, I shall teach you some basic emotional control techniques. If you will meet me in the Holosuite after the end of the shift?"

<Tag Tiffany>

Tovan heard Admiral Drew call cadets and senior officers to the conference room. He immediatley left. As he was one of the first to arrive in the conference room, he stood by the windows, gazing at the stars, collecting his thoughts, and waiting for the others to arrive. It would be fascnating to finally learn who was behind all of this commotion.

[wesleycrusser]

Crusser heard Admiral Drew call cadets and senior officers to the conference room. He immediatley left the sickbay. When he arrive in the conference room. He saw that Cadet Tovan was standing by the windows. Crusser walked to Cadet Tovan.

"Hey, what a action in the sickbay. " said Crusser.

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[connorstephens]

Stephens walked with T'Pren to the conference room. They walked mostly in silence, as Stephens did not feel quite as exuberant as he normally did. The carnage in sickbay and the violence in the Jefferies tube had sobered him somewhat to the sometime reality aboard a starship, and he was absorbed in his own reflections on this as they walked along.

Entering the conference room together, they both noticed that Cadets Crusser and Tovan were standing near the window, having a hushed conversation. T'Pren seated herself primly at the conference room table, while Stephens approached the two cadets.

"So, gentlemen," Stephens said. "Quite an interesting ordeal. But except for finding Dr Brelev with a dart in her neck, I'm afraid I've been somewhat out of the loop. Would you mind filling me in a bit?"

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In the Jeffries Tube – backpost...

Now safe for the moment from detection, Jim pulled a small box from his belt and spoke into it.

“Davis to Gesaulis...

“Gesaulis responding...”

“As reported, I have managed to secure the new experimental star drive the Federation has been researching, along with its schematics. I have them with me now.”

“Excellent! You’ve done well. So you’re now ready to be picked up?”

“Yes. How long until you can get me off the Hanson?”

“Within three hours.”

Ambassador Davis, now nearly halfway to his true form (that of a Breen) smiled in satisfaction. But the Hanson and all of her crew had to be taken care of – permanently.

“When you have me aboard, turn your weapons on this ship and destroy it!”

“Understood and acknowledged.”

Placing the communication device back on his belt, Jim crawled further into the tube...

The present...

Ambassador Davis, now unconscious and captured, was under guard. Suddenly, he began shimmering, and phased out of his position as the transfer beam from the Gesaulis snatched him off the Hanson.

Aboard the Breen Vessel...

The mission was almost complete.

Jim had managed to hide the star drive device and the schematics on his person, and still had them. Slowly he awoke, and the first thing he did was to reach for the star drive and schematics. They were not there. They had just been taken by the commander of the vessel, who was amazingly pleased with the success of Jim’s mission.

Ambassador Davis, concerned at their disappearance, asked the commander where the star drive was, and was assured it was now in their position.

“Have you destroyed the Hanson yet?”

“Not yet, Ambassador. I was about to give the order.”

The Breen commander slapped his hand on a communications console on the wall, and issued the order for destruction.

“Gunners, train on the enemy ship, and fire at will!”

“Yes, Commander,” came the response.

Two minutes later, a beam of energy fired at the Hanson. It did not destroy the ship, as Jim had hoped, but did shake its occupants very severely.

“Build up the energy sufficient to destroy that vessel!” shouted the Commander, knowing full well that the Hanson would quickly respond to the attack, and respond with more than adequate force to destroy the Breen ship.

The energy banks of the ship’s weapons powered up again...

<<S’reena, Drew, others...>>

[kang]

Kang stood between the biobeds in sickbay watching the procedures and noting the growing crowd, although he recognozed everyone present he never the visually scrutinized them for any sort of weapon, of course practically everyone had one considering the recent events however none seemed intent on using them at the present moment. Hearing the call for all cadets to report, Kang notified Colonel Methos and after securing the Colonels permission headed off for the meeeting. (maybe I'll run into myself coming from the jefferies tubes)

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The lights flickered a final time before the first jolt hit.

Konal opened her eyes, unsure of how much time had passed. With all the commotion in sickbay over the last couple of days, it had felt like the mission lasted weeks.

The conference room contained a lot of debris. The Cardassian science officer was slouched against a bulk-head in the conference room. Only a few minutes earlier she was listening to Cadets testify their side of the story. She was forced to make a few clarifications, especially when Cadet Isis took great liberties in the telling of her incident with Connor.

The only thing important now was how we got to this state. Immediate triage assessment showed that Cadet Stephen's was ironically the only uninjured crew member.

A marine entered the room, holding his leg in support as he walked. Methos sucked up the pain, however, and asked Konal why she hadn't replied to his communique.

"I don't remember receiving one... plus, we were pretty busy in sickbay back there."

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Commander Daya pushed a table off of himself and Commander Reynolds. They had been off duty, as far as Konal knew, for the mission... but it was hard to not know what was going on with all the commotion the Ambassador brought aboard. The chimed in on what they thought had happened.

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Cadet Stephens told the Admiral about the Breen device, and what they had learned since he was knocked out. Cadet Tovan described the situation with incapacitating the Ambassador. The Admiral started to piece things together, when a second jolt hit the ship, knocking everyone off their feet, except for Stephens, who was conveniently standing in the conference room doorway, propped up against the solid wall.

[brelev]

Brelev had been pleased to see the call for a conference clear up sickbay, although she insisted that Drew and S'reena remain behind and converse with the others threw the comm. Both the CO and the FO reminded her that she was also still recovering and should be resting rather then making orders. Brelev shrugged them off, she could do her job and be in sickbay at the same time. Although her orders where being given from a biobed since Michael was not allowing her free reign of her sickbay.

She had no idea what exactly had happened, she did know the Ambassador was in the thick of it, but no idea why. She heard something bout the Breen, which sent shivers up her spine, but no one had given her any details.

When the ship gave a violent shudder and the klaxons sounded, Brelev ignored any orders from her Second to rest and bounded off the biobed. "That means we are going to be flooded with injuries!" she bellowed over the sound of the red alert. =A=Brelev to all medical personal, report to sickbay immediately.=A=

She grimaced a moment, still feeling the effects of the toxin, then turned to Cadet Isis. "I want you to run triage, can you do that?"

"Yes Mame." The young woman nodded, Brelev hopped the cadet knew what she was getting into. Triage was easily the most emotionally and mentally exhausting role for a medic.

"S'reena, Drew, I think both of you are well enough to go back to your posts." Brelev decided. "For now at least, someone needs to run the ship."

As the Admiral and First Officer left, the injured spilled in.

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He had been listening quietly to the Cadet's explanation of what had happened. It seemed as they were the best informed people on the ship. It was progressing nicely when the entire conference practically turned over. Jason felt himself fly off his feet and land on the floor hard. After getting himself and Daya out from under the desk, Jason stood and looked around.

Many were injured, but not all to severely. Right now they needed to be on the bridge.

"All officers and cadets report to your stations," Jason ordered hoping that Admiral Drew and S'reena would be on the bridge shortly. Jason quickly reached his station and noticed the chaos. The tactical officer on duty was under debris, so Jason transferred control to his station and began to fire.

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[connorstephens]

Cadet Stephens told the Admiral about the Breen device, and what they had learned since he was knocked out. Cadet Tovan described the situation with incapacitating the Ambassador. Kang and Crusser both nodded in agreement.

"So, Admiral, that should bring you fairly up to date," Stephens told the CO.

At that moment, a huge jolt hit the ship, sending everyone and everything flying. Stephens himself was hurled to the doorway to the conference room, and he discovereed miraculously that he wasn't injured. But as he straightened himself and looked into the room again, he was amazed at what he saw. Reynolds and Daya were under a desk which had toppled onto them. Commander Manto was sitting rather awkwardly on the floor. T'Pren was lying prone against the bulkhead under the observation window, and Kang was lying with his great broad shoulders on the floor and his legs extending up the same bulkhead. Crusser was nowhere to be seen.

After extracting himself and Daya from the debris, Commander Reynolds hurriedly straightened his uniform, and began giving orders to the stunned crew. "All officers and cadets report to your stations," he said.

Stephens went first to T'Pren to see if she was alright. Relieved that she was, he then went to Manto and helped her up. He looked questioningly at her, as if to confirm Reynolds' order to report to stations.

<Tag Manto>

As they gathered themselves, Stephens began to reflect on his experiences as a cadet. He wasn't sure if there was a typical 'Cadet Experience,' or not, but if being dashed about, paralyzed and made inhuman was anything close to normal, he would be surprised that anyone made it out of their Cadet cruise at all. On the other hand, lacking soft experiences certainly made for hardened officers, and he supposed that it was that which was at the core of cadet training.

The three now assembled, shaky but fine, they left the disordered conference room and walked through the disordered corridor in search of a probably-disordered science lab.

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S'reena was utterly amazed when Brelev told the both of them to get out of sickbay. A little wobbly on her feet, she managed to reach Drews location and saw him still staring at the large cake in his hands. "Happy birthday admiral," she smiled, then took the cake from him and set it aside. "Get up, we need to get to the bridge, doctor's orders."

She gave him a happy but painful smirk, as she was still feeling a little sore where the dart had struck her. "Come on, we've no time to waste!" She hauled him out of the bed and, supporting each other on the way, managed to reach the bridge in one piece. Both were glad to be finally sitting down in their seats and as soon as they had, Drew started barking his orders. There was no time now to get to the briefingroom, the Hanson was under attack.

"Tactical!" S'reena snapped, whirling around to see who was at the station. "Target that ship and fire at will!" The replacement tactical officer nodded and targeted the ship. Seconds later, they shielded their eyes against the inferno that was displayed on the main viewscreen. S'reena glared at the tactical officer. "That was disable them ensign, not destroy!"

"I did fire to disable," the shocked ensign replied, "they must've been already damaged, or without shields."

S'reena turned to Drew. "Now what?" she querried, before tapping her combadge. "All departments, damage report!"

(cadets...go ahead)

[wesleycrusser]

At that moment, a huge jolt hit the ship, sending everyone and everything flying. Reynolds and Daya were under a desk which had toppled onto them. Commander Manto was sitting rather awkwardly on the floor. T'Pren was lying prone against the bulkhead under the observation window, and Kang was lying with his great broad shoulders on the floor and his legs extending up the same bulkhead. Crusser was nowhere to be seen.

Crusser was talking to Kang and Tovan. Crusser feld down to the floor, he was very shocked. He try to stand up, after a minutet he get up and walked to the door of the conference room. He entered the Turbo lift.


" Deck 1." said Crusser.

He was very nervous en he had injured his left arm, he entered the Bridge.


"Cadet Crusser for duty. Sir" said Crusser.

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ooc: can't be bothered to change accounts AGAIN...

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S'reena saw the cadet fall and rushed forward as best as she could. Fortunately the ensign at tactical beat her to it and caught the cadet as he collapsed. "Cadet Crusser are you all right?" she called, as she knelt beside him, shaking him forcefully to get him to respond.

She noticed he was clutching at his arm and upon brief examination she concluded that the arm was broken. "Bridge to sickbay, send up a medical team, we've got injured!" She helped up the cadet, and guided him to her seat. "Now don't get cocky," she attempted to joke, "you sitting in my seat doesn't make you first officer. What happened cadet? Where are Daya and Reynolds? Tovan and T'Pren are they all right?"

[wesleycrusser]

Scene: Bridge, Deck 1, USS HANSON

Crusser sit down in the seat of Commander S'reena.

"I don't now what happen in the conference room.
There was a shock. I now that Daya and Reynolds sitting under a desk and T'pren is alright. Tovan, I havend seen her, Sir." said Crusser.

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[tovan]

Tovan came to conciousness, and noticed first the pain. The last thing he remembered was a large jolt, probably from weapons fire. Then, he remembered nothing. As he slowly regained control of his body and mind, he realized that there was massive pain in his leg and several other parts of his body. He soon realized that he was buried under several large pieces of debris. He tried pushing some of the larger pieces away, but one arm was trapped, and the other seemed to be, if, not broken, then at least badly bruised.

He reached for his combadge, focusing beyond the pain in his arm, only to find it inoperative. Obviously, the ship was under attack, and the weapons had just missed the bridge. He heard voices nearby, and tried called out for help. He saw the figure of Kang lying nearby, and yelled his name.

<Tag Kang>

[methos]

Methos was just getting to the conference room, when all of a sudden he was thrown off his feet. He landed on his stomach on the table itself. He rolled to his right onto his back. He swung his feet down and put them onto the floor. As soon as he put his full weight onto his feet, he collasped. Pain was shooting up his left leg.

He gingerly got up and called over an ensign that was passing by in the hallway. He then limped out onto the bridge. He got there in time to here Commander Hope question the ensign at Tactical about the enemy ship being blown up. He didn't here his answer, becasue he passed out from the pain.

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"I suppose we should listen." Konal told her questioning Cadet. It was interesting that Commander Reynolds decided to take charge now, but no matter - he outranked her... and he knew the ship better. She had no desire to be in charge of this mess.

"Come - T'Pren, Stephens, we are going to the bridge." The others would have to make do on their own, Cadet Isis was already giving adequate aid.

On the bridge, the crew was slowly stumbling in. The viewscreen was flickering, indicative of the malfunctioning systems, with the picture of the Breen ship fading in and out.

"T'Pren, can you realign our shields? Remember the multiphasic pulses we were seeing in the lab?" If she forgot, it didn't matter- Stephen Connor jumped in immediately helping her.

It was a hunch on Manto's part, but if they could modulate the frequency of the shields to align perpendicular to the pulses they were seeing in the science lab, then they might have a chance at stopping the attack.

T'Pren shouted through the mess of cadets and officers filtering in and out of the bridge-- about aligning the ship. Konal turned to a Cadet on the bridge. "Can you pilot this thing?" Konal couldn't, and she was embarrassed to admit it. A shuttle-craft, yes. The Hanson - no way.

The Cadet nodded. "We are going to need you to turn this ship.." Konal looked at Connor - he shouted out the exact measurement. "Do it now!"

Konal, meanwhile, played supervisor - catching the minute oversights the Cadets made as they shunted power to the shields to perform the maneuver.

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The bridge was suddenly very crowded when Manto appeared with her two cadets. And S'reena was just barely in time to catch the Marine instructor before his head could strike the deck as he slumped down. "Brelev where is that medical team!" she yelled into her communicator, "we've got wounded on the bridge! I need someone up here stat!"

She eased Methos' body down to the deck and out of the way from the turbolift exit/entry. "Crusser!" she called, getting the security cadet's attention. "If you're well enough I want you to stand guard over Methos and keep checking his vitals until a medic arrives. Can you do that?"

Next she dismissed the ensign at tactical from the bridge, taking up the position herself. She felt dizzy and nauseous but now was not the time to give in to queesy feelings. One glance at Drew told her he wasn't feeling entirely well either, but he seemed to echo her own feelings: duty first.

Then Manto glanced their way, calling Crusser's attention. "Can you fly the ship?" she asked.

S'reena glanced from Manto to Crusser then nodded. "Go," she ordered, as Shinsei was also near-unconscious, having been flung from her seat on the first salvo. "I said go!" she prompted the cadet, "Tovan isn't on the bridge, so you'll have to pilot the ship while I man tactical. And make sure you don't rock the ship too much, we've got an admiral to protect here!"

(Crusser give us some antics on flying!)

[wesleycrusser]

Scene: Bridge, Deck 1, USS HANSON

She eased Methos' body down to the deck and out of the way from the turbolift exit/entry.
"Crusser!" she called, getting the security cadet's attention.
"If you're well enough I want you to stand guard over Methos and keep checking his vitals
until a medic arrives. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Ma'am." said crusser.

He felt the pain in his arm, but he ignores the pain and start to rise to his feet.
Crusser get up from the seat and walk to Methos.
He knelt down beisde Methos and use his tricoder to scan the body. All
vitals are ok

Next she dismissed the ensign at tactical from the bridge,
taking up the position herself. She felt dizzy and nauseous but now was not the time
to give in to queesy feelings. One glance at Drew told her he wasn't feeling entirely
well either, but he seemed to echo her own feelings: duty first.

Then Manto glanced their way, calling Crusser's attention. "Can you fly the ship?"
she asked.

Crusser now that he can not fly this ship. He was afraid to admit thatt he didn't know how to steer the ship.
In his mind, he new that this is not what security Officer dow.

"I can try, to fly this ship."said crusser.

This was his firts time that he steer a starfleet ship.

S'reena glanced from Manto to Crusser then nodded. "Go," she ordered, as Shinsei was
also near-unconscious, having been flung from her seat on the first salvo. "I said go!"
she prompted the cadet, "Tovan isn't on the bridge,
so you'll have to pilot the ship while I man tactical.
And make sure you don't rock the ship too much, we've got an admiral to protect here!"

Crusser walk to the Counsul and get in the chair. He saw at the screen that the enemy ship had exploded.
What must I do, he was very nerveus and a afraid.
He felt a little dizzy, but he new that he must stand awake. He turn the ship and set cource to the STARBASE CONQUEROR.

"ma'am, I have set course to the STARBASE CONQUEROR." said Crusser.

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From his seat in the centre of the bridge, Drew watched, partly phased as all the action unfolded before him. He and S’reena had only just returned to the bridge when the first shots had been fired, and as of yet Drew still was not entirely sure what had actually happened.

It did now appear however that whoever had been attacking them had now been destroyed, despite Drew and S’reena’s intention otherwise. The destruction of the ship would make it incredibly hard to ever truly understand what exactly had happened, although based on the evidence that they had collected, it seem very likely that the Breen were behind the whole thing.

The battle over, Drew surveyed the damage to his bridge; numerous officers were lying on the deck, some seemed badly injured, others only unconscious. Thankfully throughout the brief battle, Drew had managed to remain seating, but that was much easier to do when you had the arms of a chair to hold onto.

“Sickbay to Admiral Drew,” Brelev said over the comm channel, “we have another problem – the Ambassador’s body has disappeared again.”

Drew shot a questioning look over at Commander Reynolds, whose hands were already flying over his console.

“He was beamed onto the other ship sir,” Reynolds replied, “in all the commotion we did not realise right away.”

“Something was never right with that man,” Drew said, looking to the viewscreen which now showed empty space where the Breen ship had been, “we will have to conduct an investigation.”

As the medics arrived on the bridge to start treating the injured, Drew walked over to Reynolds at Ops.

“Send a message to the Starbase, tell them we will not be taking part in the conference, and are returning to Starbase Conqueror.”

That done, and leaving S’reena incharge of the bridge, Drew retreated to his ready room, where a steaming hot cup of tea was waiting for him.

OOC:
OK, if we all wrap together our storylines, we can have graduation in the next day or so. Good job everyone.

[connorstephens]

Stephens was at the Science station on the bridge with T'Pren and Commander Manto. It had become rather crowded with the injured from the battle between the other ship and the Hanson. But the other ship was gone now, apparently mistakenly destroyed in a phaser blast from the Hanson. The ensign at Tactical had been replaced, and Cadet Crusser was flying the ship. Seemingly, he was a man of many talents, and Stephens was sorry he hadn't gotten to know the man better.

Both Admiral Drew and First Officer Hope were on the bridge as well, a testament to their sense of duty over their own personal conditions. Stephens respected that, and nodded silently to them in response. The medics came to treat the injured, Drew was speaking to the Ops officer, Reynolds, and Stephens heard him make a decision.

“Send a message to the Starbase, tell them we will not be taking part in the conference, and are returning to Starbase Conqueror.” Drew then made his way to his ready room, leaving Hope in charge.

Stephens turned to Manto and quietly inquired, "We're going home?" It seemed strange to suddenly be over, after all that had occurred. He'd never gotten the chance to know T'Pren as well as he'd wished; he felt like he'd never really done anything except fumble about on the great ship; he'd not gotten the chance to prove his real worth as a StarFleet officer, only as a puckish clown unable to keep himself together long enough to be of any real value. It was a sad time in many ways, but he was proud and glad that he had had a chance to serve with these fine people, as limited as it had been. He wondered what would come next, and he also knew that he would deeply miss the relationships that he had begun here.

Manto was smiling at him, as was T'Pren. It was the best of times, and the worst of times. But Stephens knew, deep in his heart, that the adventure was just beginning.

[brelev]

Sickbay was a mad house, not that was not right, sickbay was more then a mad house. They were still recovering from the dart attacks, with the excess supplies still littering the ground and now they were flooded with wounded. When S'reena's call for medics on the bridge came, Brelev struggled from her biobed to find someone who was not already dealing with three times the amount of stress they where meant for. No one met that criteria.

"I'll go. Michael you're in charge." She hollered over the crowd. "Anyone who can wait needs to clear out into the hallway, it's too crowded in here!" She added as she grabbed a complete medkit and headed out the door. She was still weak from the toxin and that made her going slow.

S'reena called again for a medic, irritation obviously showing. "I'm coming I'm coming, hold on." Brelev hissed under her breath as she lunged into the turbolift where she rested a moment with her back against the wall =A=Bridge=A= she commanded, and the turbolift serged up wards as the ship gave another shake.

The bridge was a mess, although arguably less so then sickbay. There where several injured, some already being tended to with the bridge medkits. Brelev settled herself down by Methos and began treatment trying to ignore the shaking and shuddering of the ship which soon quieted. The battle was over and it would appear they where in one piece.

“Send a message to the Starbase, tell them we will not be taking part in the conference, and are returning to Starbase Conqueror.”


"So much for getting a nice diplomatic mission. One day I would like to be sent on a simple mission that just stays that way, I have a lot of reading to catch up on." Brelev sighed as she helped Methos to his feet.

[tovan]

Tovan felt the warp engines engage. It felt like a low warp speed, that must have meant that the enemy had been defeated and they were on their way again. Tovan wondered if the ship had been disabled or destroyed. If only he had some means of contacting the bridge. Nobody probably knew that he was here, lying injured.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the conference room doors opened again. It was a damage control team. He called out to them. They were finally able to pull the debris off of him. Tovan's arm was finally free. He let out a gasp at the sudden rush of pain.

The team leader tapped his combadge. =/\=Medical team to the conference lounge=/\=

"What has transpired here?" Tovan asked the team leader.

"We were attacked, but the enemy vessel was destroyed. We're on course back for Starbase Conquerer," the engineer replied.

"Is anybody else injured?" Tovan asked.

"Commander Shinsei was knocked unconcious and has been taken to sickbay. Cadet Crusser is at the helm, last I saw." A security cadet at the helm, Tovan thought. That might be a cause for some concern. Unfortunately, there was little he could do in his present condition. His best course of action would be to concentrate on healing. A few minutes later, the team arrived, and bagan ministrating to his broken arm. Meanwhile, he allowed his Vulcan discipline to slowly ease out of the pain until he could get to sickbay.

<Tag somebody down in sickbay>