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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2007 5:57:04 GMT
Konal was well versed in battle tactics, having mandatory training on Cardassia in the profession, and Konal saw straight through the ruse in front of them. Commander Hope eyed her, making sure she didn't fall for the trap. She didn't intervene, however, and Konal raised her eyebrows in acknowledgment.
It was a standard boarding tactic, one that the Commander training course prepares you for. The Romulan ship went down too quickly, and Romulans were not that ... well, dumb.
"They are playing on the knowledge that we will not fire on a helpless ship. Cadet Sol, maneuver the ship so the aft shields are aligned with their phasers." Looking at the console, they still were operating at peak efficiency. It would be quicker than shunting the power to the other systems.
These were clearly not Romulans. An audio only message came through, Starfleet signature.
"Please hold your fire. We are members of Starfleet. We accept surrender, permission for you to take us aboard your ship. There are only a few of us."
A response confirming receipt of the message was sent back.
"Cadet Grey, what did you pick up? I have a feeling they are lying. It was very easy to disable them. Shra... These people... they are passionate. I believe these are our dissidents." Shraka's voice replayed over and over in Konal's head
We are members of Starfleet.
"Cadet Sol, take us away from the Romulan ship. Send a message to the warbird telling them we are leaking plasma, and need to make repairs before enacting our transporter beam. This will buy us some time to think."
"D'ville, recheck your sensors. I am sure you will see inconsistencies in the readings. Look at their warp core. You'll see a singularity in place of the core. It's currently cloaked."
She turned to Hope, "typical Romulan trick, no?" The Commander offered no opinion, trying to be impartial.
"By the way, did we ever figure out what exploded on the surface, Mr. D'ville?"
The last question joined Shraka's voice in plaguing the back of the Cardassian's mind. Her left-side neck-ridge was really sore with stress, and no amount of rubbing it could come close to soothing it this time.
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Post by ashleydville on Jun 11, 2007 7:02:33 GMT
'Yes Commander, I did it was the housing for the Plasma Generator on level 16. I havent got an answer from Engineering yet but checking with the scans here I can confirm that is what it was.'
Ashley sat watching the sensor focused on the Warbird he knew they be rebuilding power the question was when would the Warbird come back on line.
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Post by tkalen on Jun 11, 2007 13:15:00 GMT
Kalen looked at Commander Manto "Aye sir, Moving away from the ship now."
Kalen hailed the warbird. "This is the Graeme we accept your surrender we are moving away from you to fix a plasma leak before we transport you over."
Kalen knew that if the warbird didnt buy their ruse then it would be only a matter of time before they opened fire again.
"Commander might i suggest taking advantage of this moment and taking out their short range sensors?"
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Post by ashleydville on Jun 11, 2007 14:57:19 GMT
"D'ville, recheck your sensors. I am sure you will see inconsistencies in the readings. Look at their warp core. You'll see a singularity in place of the core. It's currently cloaked."
Ashley noted there was a problem with readings in Engineering, there was null space where the singularity would be. The radition of the cloak was wrong, he could see it. What would cause that he started to tap the panel in front of him.
Tap, Tap Tap....
'Of Course' he yelled He scan the quantum signiture of the ship and found what he was looking for.
'Helm get us out of here, head for the Hanson warp 2'
'Commander, I getting a phase shift in the cloak around the singularity, that and this warbird is over 150 years old. We looking at a Mirrior Universe warbird.'
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Post by tkalen on Jun 11, 2007 17:18:03 GMT
Kalen had absolutely no clue what a Mirror Universe Warbird was but he did understand the strain in Cadet Devilles voice when he said to leave.
"As you wish," Kalen replied as he set a course for the Hanson, "Heading for the Hanson at warp 2 and it looks like the Warbird is pursuing us. Five minutes till they overtake us."
With any luck the away team would run into the Hanson before the warbird overtook them, but Kalen didnt like to run from a fight. It went against his nature but he would rather find out what a Mirror Universe Warbird was first instead of trying to take it on without knowing.
"So what is a Mirror Universe Warbird Ashley?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2007 18:57:41 GMT
"Belay that!" S'reena shouted over the noise of the alarms blaring, "head back for the outpost at once!" She glared over at D'Ville, forgetting for the moment that she had handed command over to Manto. "D'Ville check your readings, then take a look out the bloody window! That warbird is brand new and D'deridex class, and I know that the Mirror Universe does not have ships that look brand new."
She walked over to D'Ville as best as she could under current conditions. Gravity was half gone, and they were losing power since the last blast of the Romulan vessel. "Yes I thought so," she announced after giving the science cadet's console the quick once-over. "That last shot threw the sensors out of whack, you can no longer rely on your readings."
(D'Ville, please note that the ship will not be mirror universe...nice idea though.)
The Romulan first officer watched with growing unease as Sol turned the Graeme about on her tail and sped towards the ailing station. "Grey, give me your readings!" she ordered, completely forgetting Manto was actually there, "Sol, set down as soon as you find a spot and get us aboard the station." She wanted to get out of the way of this Romulan vessel as soon as possible, whoever was aboard that vessel. Instinct told her that there were Romulans aboard, but the look on Konal's face told her it could be something entirely else, or both.
Several long minutes later, the Graeme finally docked with the ailing station. "People, arm yourselves and prepare to get aboard!" She grabbed a phaser from the cabinet, then waited for the cadets to do the same. "Konal take up the front, I'll take the rear. You know this station better than I do. Grey, take a tricorder and scan for survivors. I want a full psychological analysis on my desk when we get back to Hanson. D'Ville, take readings of the station and yell as soon as we venture into unsafe areas. See if you can determine what is going on here. Sol, I'm afraid I don't have any flight duties for you right now, so for now you'll function as an extra set of eyes and ears. Keep them open, fire first, ask questions later...keep your weapons on stun!"
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Post by tkalen on Jun 12, 2007 0:37:05 GMT
Fire first, ask questions later? Kalen was beginning to like this Romulan allready.
"Yes, Ma'am," He replied as he grabbed a phaser.
Kalen still didnt know what a mirror universe was but he figured he could always find out later. That is if he survived.
"This station reminds me alot of my last mission before i joined starfleet. We thought the station was abandoned so we sent an away party to it to check it out. Turns out it was an ambush set up by the first officer of our ship. A lot of good people died there including our captain. Funny i never thought much about that moment until now. But yeah sorry ma'am just babbling. Ill take up rear-guard position."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2007 5:17:39 GMT
S'reena apologized for brushing the Commander aside, but Konal didn't mind. "You are the Commanding Officer. I've never dealt with this sort of thing before." She was relieved to be preempted by more experienced decisions.
The docking station to the outpost was large. It had been modified since the time it was a Botany outpost, needing to be able to accept cargo and deliver ore of different types. Dilithium was the main extraction, however other valuable materials were refined for exportation as well.
"You'll note that your tricorders have a simple map of the station, as I remember it. It has been updated since then - but we were out of range to receive updated maps from the mining consortium." Konal noticed immediately upon entering, however, that the docking station was not completely new, it was just expanded from the previous. The bay she said her goodbyes in was still in tact, but with the consoles clearly malfunctioning.
"We should be quick. It will be only a short time before the Romulans... or whoever they are... regain control of their ship." Hopefully the Hanson was on its way. Cadet Garrett, whom she left in charge on the Hanson bridge, was probably being ordered around by T'lal. "Poor girl," Konal thought. If she can survive that sort of instructor-ship, she will be ready to be Science officer under any Captain S47 can throw at her.
Konal stepped over the body of a dead engineer. He was a civilian engineer, as were all in the consortium. That was the biggest beef, from what Konal was told, between the former botany outpost workers. It was a shame so much talent was sent to the waste regenerators on Earth. "He appears to have burns. I assume it's from that console that exploded." She pointed to the screen that had sparks emanating from it.
T'lal had just completed his Astrometrics scans when he was called to the bridge. Apparently the science Cadet was left in charge. Although T'lal was incapable of feeling anger, due to his emotional suppression, he was greatly concerned. He would later meditate about his abilities, if Commander Manto found it appropriate to choose her over him.
"Bridge"
Arriving he found everything in relative order. Admiral Drew was pacing- not uncommon for a Human. It served no purpose, and T'lal found it just as easy sitting, conserving energy, while thinking. He did not make it a habit of expressing his trivial feelings, and continued to the Science Cadet.
"What is our current status Cadet?" While she replied, he punched a few buttons on the console, effectively pushing her out of a job. "These alignments are all wrong... off by a few nanometers on the control loop aligning the sensors." A few buttons later, he tilted his head in what would be considered disgust for a Vulcan. "Curious. The long range parallax compensators are also mis-phased by a complete millisecond."
T'lal's fixes, however logical, were not necessary. All of the science sensor readings were within tolerance, although they weren't perfect. In fact, perfect alignment only lasted for a few seconds after calibration.
"If you would like to make yourself useful, Cadet, I suggest you scan for ion signatures. We are approaching the location where we left the flier. And the Outpost is not much further."
He didn't even look up to acknowledge the Cadet's response. If she didn't perform up to his expectations, he would simply do it himself. It was illogical to have two people at the station, and since Konal Manto was not present, and he was not an instructor, he felt no need to hold anyone's hand.
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Post by ashleydville on Jun 12, 2007 7:35:16 GMT
She walked over to D'Ville as best as she could under current conditions. Gravity was half gone, and they were losing power since the last blast of the Romulan vessel. "Yes I thought so," she announced after giving the science cadet's console the quick once-over. "That last shot threw the sensors out of whack, you can no longer rely on your readings."
Ashley grabbed his tricorder and using the panel to move in the partial gravity, he got the under panel of the console open and start to scan the science panel with in. He quickly location the fault within a burnout positron flux relay that was stopping the lateral sensors flow within a normal band of the bandwidth. He changed the flow direction and shunted it via the backup sensor pallet and reading phased back together.
He pulled himself back up and rechecked the sensors, he scanned the warbird again and found the only damage on the warbird was the panel they had hit.
'If I got these sensors working again, I guess 15 minutes and the warbird will have power again. They have fires in the deck area that I blew out and the radiation will be high in the area.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2007 10:39:45 GMT
"Pulse phasers are down 27.4%, sirs. I'll have gravity back momentarily." Lucy was still working with one hand. Her useless left wrist was annoying her to no end. Taking a chance, she swiveled around and called out, "Toss me a medkit, someone!"
The kit flew at her and she managed to bounce it off the side of her hand so it landed on the engineering console in front of her. Quickly, Cadet Grey reached in and pulled out a self-sealing bandage. It stuck to her wrist readily and Lucy was able to pull it around her hand to hold the radius immobile. By the feel it was a simple fracture and could wait until she could locate a knitter (bone-knitting laser).
Soon, Grey was able to concentrate on the voices around her.
"Cadet Grey, what did you pick up?" Cmdr. Manto asked. "I have a feeling they are lying. It was very easy to disable them. Shra... These people... they are passionate. I believe these are our dissidents."
"By the tone, commander, I agree with you. But why? I'd like to schedule them for counseling... Our shields are at 34%. I've transferred all the power I can. We've got to make that station before the Romulans power up!" Even Lucy could hear the stress in her voice. "Did you say 15 minutes, D'ville?"
<D'ville>
Then they were there. The Graeme set down in the shuttle bay and the Delta Flyer's doors were opening.
"People, arm yourselves and prepare to get aboard!" Cmdr. Hope grabbed a phaser from the cabinet, then waited for the cadets to do the same. "Konal take up the front, I'll take the rear. You know this station better than I do. Grey, take a tricorder and scan for survivors. I want a full psychological analysis on my desk when we get back to Hanson."
Cadet Grey nodded in reply, checked her phaser and re-set the control to stun.
Within two minutes, Cmdr. Manto was stepping over an engineer. Lucy bend to check his bio signs.
"He appears to have burns," Manto commented. "I assume it's from that console that exploded." She pointed to the screen that had sparks emanating from it.
"That's a safe guess," Lucy said. "The feelings in this room are taut, stressful. I'm getting a tingling down my back. Shall we hurry?" Turning on the ball of her foot, Lucy scanned around the room for bio signatures. "Nothing in here. I'd guess the majority of the crew are in or near sickbay. Commander, where do we locate the medical facilities?"
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Fire first, ask questions later... Only if I have no choice, Lucy thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2007 20:35:43 GMT
Megan was keeping a close eye on the Graeme and the warbird on long range sensors. Although the Romulan vessel’s power was most definitely down, they were brought down with one shot, so it was unlikely it would stay down for long. She planned on informing Admiral Drew the moment their power came back online. The Graeme had moved away and docked with the outpost, so they would be in a tough spot once the warbird regained power. Hopefully, the Hanson would be there before that happened.
She made a distant mental note of someone entering the bridge but didn’t look up from her work. She had the lifesigns of the away team and sensor readings aboard the outpost on one part of her screen, and the spatial readings of the area showing the warbird and the outpost on another. She was also monitoring the cargo vessel. With the way they were pushing their engines, they may very well break down indefinitely before they left sensor range.
“What is our current status, Cadet?” a male voice asked from directly behind her.
As she opened her mouth to respond, without looking back, she was practically pushed out of the way by a Vulcan science officer, who did not look happy, well, for a Vulcan. Gritting her teeth slightly, Megan reported, “We’re currently on route to rendezvous with the shuttle and the away team. They were attacked by a Romulan warbird, which is currently disabled.”
She was about to continue explaining the sensor malfunction and about the cargo vessel when the officer cut in. “These alignments are all wrong... off by a few nanometers on the control loop aligning the sensors."
Megan’s face registered her surprise briefly, not that the Vulcan was watching, and before she could respond, he continued, "Curious. The long range parallax compensators are also mis-phased by a complete millisecond."
His displeasure, if you could call it that, what evident. "If you would like to make yourself useful, Cadet, I suggest you scan for ion signatures. We are approaching the location where we left the flier. And the Outpost is not much further."
Megan saw a flash of red, as the thing that bugged her most was condescension. However, the only way to win with a Vulcan was to beat him at his own game: logic, and logic would indicate that anger was not a useful emotion, not that there was a useful emotion to a Vulcan.
“That is curious. They were properly aligned when we left starbase. It must have happened as a result of the malfunction.” Megan replied, as she turned very slowly to go to science station two. She hadn’t even fully turned around when she got the response she was looking for.
“I wasn’t aware of any malfunction. Elaborate.” he requested. Megan bit back a grin. “Got him…”Turning back slowly, Megan placed a perfectly calm, Vulcan like affect on her face and reported, “The sensors detected what appeared to be a sensor ghost.”
As she spoke, she hit a few buttons and brought up the sensor logs of the ghost on the screen. He leaned forward to examine the readings. “Curious. I thought the placement of the long-range sensors behind the deflector dish precluded the detection of “sensor ghosts”.” he responded.
Nodding, Megan replied, “That was my understanding as well, so I theorized that there must be a malfunctioning sensor pallet causing the aberration.”
The Vulcan nodded as well. “A logical conclusion, Cadet.”
“So, I disabled each pallet individually and ran a sensor sweep to test my theory.” As she spoke, Megan inched further over to bring up the matching readings.
“When that didn’t identify the malfunction, I concluded that perhaps there was more than one malfunctioning pallet causing the problem.” Megan continued.
“That would be highly improbable.” he responded. Megan nodded in agreement.
“I realized this myself, and testing such a theory would prove an improper use of time and resources, so I reviewed the results from the previous test and found this.” she added while moving over more and bringing up the time discrepancies.
“Impressive.” he responded. “These results do indicate the possibility of three malfunctioning sensor pallets. Are the three pallets currently disabled?”
“Yes, Sir. As soon as they were disabled, we were able to get a lock on a cargo vessel leaving the area at high warp.” she moved over slightly more, essentially taking over the station entirely, and brought up the correct sensor readings.
The Vulcan reviewed the sensor readings from nearly over her shoulder. “Excellent deductive reasoning, Cadet.”
“Thank you, Sir. Although I’m still unsure as to how three sensor pallets and their monitoring systems could malfunction simultaneously. It seems highly improbable, and there is of course no such thing as a coincidence.” Megan added.
“You are correct. The sensor array did have scheduled maintenance while we were docked at Starbase. I shall review their work logs. Remain here.” he ordered as he turned to leave.
“Aye, Sir.” Megan responded as he left the Bridge. Turning back to the consol and bringing up the correct data on the screen once more, Megan allowed herself a slight smile of victory.
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Post by westgate on Jun 13, 2007 13:03:04 GMT
Something wasn't adding up, and as his Momma used to say often, "Timothy, if it don't add up, the sum is wrong." Westgate didn't know enough of the details as yet about the outpost, but he knew it had once been a Science outpost, and Commander Manto had had a connection with it somehow. Science activities had since been abandoned there, and now it was a dilithium mining post. The scientists had been dismissed, and problems had started there, sabotage and now an explosion. An unknown cargo vessel was leaving Outpost space at high warp. The assumption was that it had been delivering supplies to the outpost. Westgate also knew that it could have been picking up cargo as well, but they wouldn't know that until they caught the ship and inspected her. One member of the mining crew, Gideon Lash, Westgate knew by reputation as an extortionist and a former StarFleet officer. Cadet Grey--and Westgate wondered how she was getting along on the away mission--had pointed out that a byproduct of dilithium, Ilium-629, was an hallucinogenic and would be popular in the drug trade, perhaps another specialty of Gideon Lash.
And now there was a distress call from the Graeme, apparently under attack from a Romulan warbird, which had no business even being in the vicinity.
It just didn't add up. Not yet, anyway.
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Post by ashleydville on Jun 13, 2007 16:27:44 GMT
Ashley got out he Delta Flyer and started to scan the walls of the station, he found what he was looking for and ripped the panel off. Behind it was an EPS mains tap. The type used for prepping shuttles. Grabbing a couple of near by lines he connected them in tot he tap.
Then dragged the other two to the back of the Flyer. He carefully removed an access port from there and connected the other ends to sockets there.
He headed over tot eh nearby console and powered it up. The reprogrammed the tap to reverse power and did a quick level 4 diagnostic on the power and shield systems.
It returned good circuit and they raised shields ont eh station, there was not much but shields was reading at 47%. He tapped off 2% of the shield power and shunted it into life support, that was reading at 85% function, Ashley felt gravity return to normal in the shuttle bay.
'Commanders, we have partly shields and about 85% life support on all decks.'
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Post by crystal on Jun 14, 2007 3:07:48 GMT
Crystal lost her cadet, as Commander Hope picked him for the away team. But the decision made sense, that there would be a pilot on the shuttle as well as one on the Hanson. Plus, it would give Kalen a chance to train without her watching his every move. Hopefully the shuttle didn't run into too much trouble.
Crystal waited for acknowledgment from the away team before she dropped the Hanson into impulse. She then carefully monitored the status of the shuttle, waiting until it was just barely far enough away before sending the Hanson to follow the transport. She didn't want to lose the transport.
It seemed that they had only barely left the shuttle behind when word came that they wanted help and Admiral Drew made the decision to turn around, since the crew was more important than catching a rogue ship. Although Crystal had been pursuing the ship at high warp speeds, she, on Drew's command, turned the Hanson around and headed toward the outpost and the shuttle, again, at high warp speeds, hoping that they'd be there in time to help.
“Admiral, we're drawing near to the shuttle and outpost now,” Crystal said, waiting to see if she would get orders to move the ship somewhere else. “The Graeme is hanging near the station, but the Romulan warbird could regain power any time soon.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2007 3:40:16 GMT
"Admiral Drew, a word with you when you have the chance." T'lal queried the Admiral, who was still pacing on the bridge, waiting to arrive at the flyer's last position.
Although the Cadet had answered all of the questions, and the malfunction scenario she proposed was plausible, if not logical, he still found it illogical to have her on the bridge. However, more important work was to be done.
The ship came out of warp as the Vulcan reached the main science laboratory.
=/\= Computer, run a system scan on the Romulan warbird. =/\= As he spoke that order, he performed a different task on the closest console. The sensor piles, or pallets as the amateur cadet had called them, were malfunctioning. Their backup system was also malfunctioning. The computer responded from the initial query,
~/\~ Power is offline. Life support at 31% and dropping. Weapons Offline. Warp Drive status non-deterministic. ~/\~
Thinking aloud, "Curious," =/\= Computer, why would a warp drive's status be in such a state? =/\=
~/\~ Please restate the question ~/\~
The Vulcan straightened up in response. It was almost a failure in logic discipline for the computer not to recognize a question. =/\= Can a cloaking device be a cause of the non-determinism? =/\=
*blip* ~/\~ Affirmative ~/\~
Forgetting the sensor readings for the time being, he beelined for the turbolift, intent on informing Admiral Drew of his findings. The Cadet, for what she was worth, could continue her scans of the sensors. They were trivial anyway- the problems were probably a set of related problems cascading through the sensor array. At next docking, they would be checked.
Walking fast, he hit the turbolift. Admiral Drew would see the hard work, and perhaps report that back to Commander Manto, who for some reason has bypassed his Command skills for some cadet. His status would return to its state prior to the new Cadet's arrival.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2007 12:16:51 GMT
As the Hanson returned to high warp to chase down the cargo ship, Drew began to pace the bridge with impatience. He disliked having to send the Graeme away on its own, given the circumstances, but they could not let the cargo ship leave the system under these suspicious conditions.
“Cadet Black, have you made any progress opening a channel with them?” Drew asked, turning to face the Ops station.
“Negative sir,” Black replied, “I am still having difficultly hacking into their communication systems.”
“Keep trying,” Drew ordered, turning back round to face the forward viewscreen, which currently showed the cargo vessel. The ship had unfortunately gotten something on a head start and even though the Hanson was faster it was going to take some time to catch up with them. In many ways, Drew reflected, it was going to be like a game of cat and mouse.
“Admiral,” Commander Reynolds said, calling Drew’s attention back to the Ops station, “we are getting a distress call from the Graeme, they are under attack from a Romulan warbird!”
There was an eerie silence on the bridge as everyone processed the commander’s words. Drew cursed to himself as he considered his options, given the attack on the Outpost he could not let the cargo vessel escape, but at the same time he could not leave members of his crew to face certain death.
“Helm,” Drew called out, breaking the silence, “reverse course and return to the Outpost.”
“Aye Admiral,” Crystal replied, and began to key in the commands to her station.
“Cadet Black, open a channel to Starbase Conqueror.”
As his officers followed his officers, Drew returned to his chair and forced himself to appear calm. It was important for crew moral and performance that he appeared to be in full control of the situation.
“Channel open,” Black said.
“Admiral, what a pleasant surprise,” Commander Joan McCormack said as her image appeared on the viewscreen, the Commander’s eye’s grew wide with concern when she realised that the Hanson was at red alert, “is everything alright sir?”
“That remains to be seen,” Drew replied, “the Outpost has been attacked, possibly by a Romulan warbird which is now attacking one of our shuttles, another unknown vessel is attempting to leave at high warp.”
“The Romulans?” Joan repeated in shock, “why would they attack one of our outposts, its an act of war!”
“I don’t know,” Drew answered truthfully, “what I do know is that we need reinforcements, I want you to dispatch the Hope to our location. They can track down the cargo vessel while we deal with the Romulans.”
“Understood sir,” Joan replied, as she began to access controls from her station and issue orders, “T’lana is preparing the Hope as we speak, she should be with you in just over an hour.”
“Thank you Joan,” Drew replied, “Hanson out.”
As Joan’s image faded from the viewscreen it was replaced by that of the Outpost, in the background Drew could see the Romulan warbird and the Graeme engaged in battle. Thankfully the Flyer seemed to be doing ok, although it was certainly taking a beating.
Suddenly the warbird ceased firing; Drew looked around with confusion at the rest of the bridge crew, each of them wondering what had just happened.
“The warbird has lost power,” someone reported, Drew was not sure who; he was still too shocked by the sudden unexpected turn of events.
“Continue on course,” Drew ordered, “keep all weapons locked on the warbird, someone get me Commander Hope, I want to know what just happened.”
<S’reena, please provide a summery of what has happened with the away team for the benefit of us still on the Hanson>
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 2:24:39 GMT
||IRW Kraken ||Romulan Warbird
Cmdr. Ramat drummed his fingers on the small console display a few milimeters in front of him. There was nothing he could do to assist the engineers except to hold his tongue.
"Look, Ramat. We've got nothing to lose. And every second is precious."
"What? What?" Ramat lifted his head and stared at the Star Fleet officers. "We're going to that outpost! Fools!"
"Listen, and listen well. That outpost is dead. There's nothing there any more. Take us to Conqueror where we can get a fair hearing. That's all."
"Are you out of your mind? Fair hearing?!?" Ramat stood and stepped up to the man. He lowered his voice. "We're going to that outpost. This isn't a choice. I have business there and that is of the utmost importance."
"Yes, Ramat, you stubborn pointy-eared fool! We'll never make it to the outpost! It's dead, I tell you. Check your sensors! The only chance we have now is to get to Conqueror, and hope we aren't all arested. I don't care about your girlfriend. There are bigger issues here, Ramat. You've started a war with your meddling. Get us to Conqueror before we are blasted out of space!"
Ramat sneered at the man then turned on his heel and walked away. There was a way. There was always a way.
A voice came out of the speakers at that moment, "Cmdr. Ramat, warp core is back online."
The Romulan commander grinned, his beady eyes glinting with happiness.
TBC
NPC Commander Ramat
featuring Dr. Westgate as the Starfleet officer
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 18:55:08 GMT
HansonEngineer's mate Patty Morris walked up to the seemingly lost cadet. Lucy had secluded herself into her office to review the damage reports of the Hanson, leaving Alex to deal with his assignments. "Hi there cadet," Patty spoke up, tapping Alex on his shoulder. "You must be Cadet James. I'm Petty Officer Morris, and I'm here to give you a hand. I heard Lucy had given you some pretty specific orders..." Patty glanced up at the warp core, then frowned as it flickered, then went dead. "You might want to alert the bridge that we're without warp power," she suggested, "I don't know what could've caused this but why don't you and I set ourselves to work on finding out?" She smiled encouragingly. "After you report this to Admiral Drew of course." She nodded back to the engineering office. "Miss Kanz doesn't need to know just yet. Then you can be the hero who fixed this ship instead of her...what do you say?" (alex, please expand on explaining what caused our warpcore to die on us...you may come up with any sort of anomaly. Also please report it in to Drew Outpost=^=...der Hope....status....on ov-...e?...=^= "We're still being jammed," S'reena scowled as she tapped her own combadge. "Admiral please repeat, you're breaking up!" =^=...report...=^= "Ah that makes sense," the Romulan murmured sideways at the Cardassian science chief. "If it's a report he wants, then he'll get one, regardless of whether he can hear us." Sighing deeply, S'reena turned away from Konal. "Admiral, we've boarded the outpost but so far we've not encountered any live people. Prior to docking the Graeme, we were attacked by the D'deridex warbird you may have on sensors. Konal believes it's starfleet aboard that vessel. I saw her recognize one of the voices who spoke to us. Somehow, we managed to disable the bird long enough for us to get away, but there's no knowing what they'll do next." The Romulan paused. "We're going to investigate this station, I'm splitting us up. Konal, Sol and D'Ville will go to the upper levels. I will take Grey to the lower levels and we'll meet back here in two hours. I'm ordering open communications at all times, though I'm not sure what good it'll do as I believe we're being jammed." Again, she paused, this time longer. "I believe we're safe here for now, though the outpost has little active defensive systems. Sol reported most of them are destroyed. Life support is currently at 85% but we're not sure how long it can be maintained with all the damage done." Signing off, she turned back to her team. "Grey, you're with me. Konal, take Sol and D'Ville and search the upper levels. Take any able survivors with you. Arm them if you can find any weapons. Leave those that are beyond saving, they'll only hold you up. It sounds harsh but we've no choice. We can't take too many on the Graeme, though the Hanson is on her way to assist." She nodded towards the counseling cadet, then walked off down the corridor, not looking back to see the others go the other way. (Grey, take us to the lower levels, describe what you see. D'Ville, Sol, work together on getting Konal to the upper levels. You too, describe what you see.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 22:47:24 GMT
After T’lal left the bridge, Megan pushed all other thoughts aside and focused once more on the data. Her guess was he would be back at some point, but she hoped it wouldn’t be at an inopportune time when she needed to be focusing on her work. Her screen once again displayed the correct, current information, the Romulan warbird, the outpost, the freighter. She was mostly concerned with the warbird. Once they regained power, the outpost and the Graeme would be easy targets, and Megan hoped the Hanson would get there in time to prevent that.
Minimizing the outpost and freighter, Megan enhanced the sensor readings of the warbird. Wondering once again how the shuttle had been able to disable them and hoping that the Hanson might be able to duplicate the move if need be, Megan decided to take a closer look. The ship was a complete mess of half-repaired damage and pieced together systems. However, it still was in good enough shape to be a threat. The saying about a wounded animal being more dangerous came to mind, and that certainly seemed to prove true many times.
Megan focused sensors on the Romulans warp core and found a strange void. Frowning, she reran a few scans without luck. It was as if the warbird didn’t have an engine core. “That can’t be right…” she thought as she recalibrated the sensors several times. The core was still not showing up, but after a few adjustments the sensors did pick up a minute polarized magnetic field.
“Admiral, the warbird appears to be utilizing a cloaking device on their warp core. The sensors can’t detect the core itself, but I did pick up a polarized magnetic field indicative of a cloak. The vessel also appears to have sustained previous damage, but they are still operational.” Megan reported.
Before Admiral Drew had a chance to respond to her report, Megan’s station signaled a change in readings. Turning back to her screen, Megan reported, “Sir, the warbird has regained power.”
The tension on the bridge rose as officers bent over their consoles paying close attention to their tasks. Fingers flying over the control panel, Megan focused once again on the area the warp core supposedly occupied. The field was still present, but there was also an increase in tetryon particles. “Admiral, I’m picking up an increase in tetryon particles in the same vicinity of the polarized magnetic field. This would indicate that their warp core is back online.” Megan reported.
The tension on the bridge was mounting with every new report. The shuttle was definitely in trouble now, as the warbird appeared to be heading for the outpost, but the Hanson could still make it in time before they got there.
However, just as Megan was calculating just how close they would be cutting it, the lights on the bridge dimmed and her console went dark. Their warp core had apparently shut down at the worst moment possible. “This is not good…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2007 13:01:05 GMT
Stopping several times, Lucy was disappointed to see that the MSD wasn't completely online. She got pieces of information on the layout of the station but not much else. Since the turbo lift was out of order, Cadet Grey pulled the grate from an access tube. She certainly didn't want to be caught in a 'lift even if the power was up and running with the possibility that the thing would stop between decks.
Climbing in, Lucy stopped to get her internal bearings. There had to be survivors. Cmdr. Hope was right behind her which got Cadet Grey moving faster than she would have otherwise.
Her orders were clear. Get a psychological reading on the state of the inhabitant's mental health.
Grey climbed hand under hand carefully down the ladder in the circular tunnel. Her eyes met with a pipe labeled GNDN #334. This, if she had the code, would tell her where she was in relation to the entire base. However, the directional finder in her head did nothing but spin.
"Ma'am, I'm going to stop at each deck and change tubes. That way we can search the station as we go and find survivors. There has to be some. A station this size would have some very inventive beings on it." Lucy took a step onto the landing platform as she finished speaking.
This particular entrance was powered. Lucy looked up at the emergency lighting before pushing the controls on what should open the doors. It did and she found herself looking into the bright blue eyes of a small girl. Lucy reached back and placed her hand on the butt of her phaser but didn't draw it.
"Hi. I'm Lucy. Who are you?" she said softly. Grey used her peripheral vision to see around the child.
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"She seems to be alone," Lucy replied. "It could also be a set-up."
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Post by alex on Jun 16, 2007 17:02:29 GMT
Engineer's mate Patty Morris walked up to the seemingly lost cadet. Lucy had secluded herself into her office to review the damage reports of the Hanson, leaving Alex to deal with his assignments. "Hi there cadet," Patty spoke up, tapping Alex on his shoulder. "You must be Cadet James. I'm Petty Officer Morris, and I'm here to give you a hand. I heard Lucy had given you some pretty specific orders..."Patty glanced up at the warp core, then frowned as it flickered, then went dead. "You might want to alert the bridge that we're without warp power," she suggested, "I don't know what could've caused this but why don't you and I set ourselves to work on finding out?" She smiled encouragingly. "After you report this to Admiral Drew of course." She nodded back to the engineering office. "Miss Kanz doesn't need to know just yet. Then you can be the hero who fixed this ship instead of her...what do you say?"
"yes ma'am." said Alex and wondering what happened he went to a console and started a diagnostic while it was working he pressed his com badge and said "engineering to bridge" <drew> "we just lost warp power the reason why is still pending and we're tying to get it back on line" <drew feel free to narrate the rest of our conversation but keep it short I'm working on the warp core as we speak>
after their conversation Alex looked at the console, it showed that the results were inconclusive "what?!?" Alex said in surprise and he did the diagnostic again but it showed the same results. at this Alex stooped to think a bit, and after he was done he had a plan. since the diagnostics were run in the computer core he did a diagnostic on that and the results showed just fine. so he went to the main computer and went to warp core for some reason the entire warp core system was shut down including the diagnostics. he rebooted the system and the warp core came back on line but now it was a matter of security, so the startled cadet hit his com badge "Alex to daya" <daya> "i think we have a spy or intruder on broad the warp core system was turned off just recently" <daya feel free to continue our conversation>
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2007 20:23:32 GMT
"You will most likely find miners down there, if they used our old quarters for their quarters. Just a quick word of warning- the holo-suites were also in the underground laboratories. It helped shield them from the neutrinos. The atmosphere here isn't very thick- doesn't filter much out. The systems went hay-wire once, and we decided all calibrated equipment... or holo-programs for that matter... would have to be moved down there."
"That was all fine and well, but what did that have to do with anything?" He asked rhetorically, noticing his class was getting restless as a ball of paper soared through the air. Choosing to ignore it, "The author, after a rather distasteful monologue from the Cardassian Manto, eventually explains it. I'll get to that next." He continued the lesson.
"and they were on continuous simulation. There are no safeties, since it is just a simulated growing environment." At this time, Konal turned to the Cadets, "botany outpost... remember?"
"So was the child a holographic simulation?" a student asked, interrupting. The professor smiled. At least somebody had read the chapter he had assigned the night before, as denoted by his inquiry, not his deduction. Science fiction was always a popular literature course, especially when it was futuristic, but the students who enjoyed the sort of topic were usually the type that didn't want to put effort into their work.
"She may or may not be. Let me finish with the summary of Commander Manto's group. I'll get to Commander Hope's later." He looked down at his notes and continued.
"Be careful down there, Commander." Hope acknowledged, and with that, Konal rallied her troops... The large Klingazoid, and the young Navigations Cadet.
"We used the upper levels of the outpost for more of the research components. With the higher levels of radiation, it was a great place to store some of the space faring spores." She pressed the button for the turbolift, out of habit, and was ashamed when she realized the futility of requesting a lift in a systems outage.
"The stairs are right over here."
Walking up the stairs, there were no signs of the botany equipment. Instead, the place was filled with heavy machinery.
"You two, spread out. Report back here in, " She looked at her chronometer, "15 minutes."
The compound was large. It would take them some time to find any survivors. Hopefully her previous coworkers... those fools!... didn't hurt anyone- although the thought of anyone surviving, had there been a presence on the station at the time of the attack, was just the Commander fooling herself.
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*Class bell rings* The students jumped out of their seats, some of them just waking up from the hour long nap they had. "We'll talk about the girl next class period. Don't forget, read chapter eight for homework tonight. There's going to be a quiz on Monday. Dismissed!" The professor sounded cheerful. It was the weekend. The students groaned as they walked out the door. His quizzes were always ridiculously difficult.
The professor packed his belongings and left, locking the room for the weekend.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2007 21:05:34 GMT
"Hi. I'm Lucy. Who are you?" she said softly. Grey used her peripheral vision to see around the child.
The child shrank back from the cadet, squealing in fright. She scrambled back into the shadows, reaching for something that lay behind her.
"She seems to be alone," Lucy replied. "It could also be a set-up."
"Could be," the Romulan replied, kneeling down before the child. "You can come out now, we're here to help. I'm S'reena and this is Lucille. Will you let us help you?"
S'reena glanced up at Grey. "Perhaps you should not hold on to your weapon like that. The girl is clearly frightened out of her wits."
Just then the girl re-emerged, holding an old-fashioned phaser up at the two women. "Then again...perhaps she's not as frightened as she appears. That or she's trying to defend herself. Show her that we have no intention of harming her and put some distance between us and her."
S'reena crawled back a few paces, then sat up and showed the girl her empty hands. "I am unarmed. Please lower your weapon. We're here to help, are there any other survivors?"
(Grey, how'll you react, how does the kid react?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2007 0:04:06 GMT
The child shook her head negatively. Lucy moved her hand away from her phaser slowly.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," Cadet Grey whispered. "You scared me, too, you know."
Those blue eyes darted rapidly to Cmdr. Hope and back again. "Are... are you Starfleet?" she whispered in return.
"Yes, we are," Lucy assured her. "I'm a counselor and the commander is our First Officer."
"I'm not supposed to be here. You won't tell, will you?"
"Let's hope I won't be asked that question, okay?" Lucy hadn't moved, hoping the child would come to her on her own.
"I'm Beckah. My mom is dead and my dad is hurt bad." Her eyes pooled with tears. Lucy instinctively reached out and was surprised when the child rushed toward her.
Small, skinny arms wrapped themselves around Lucy's neck, the phaser she carried dangling down the cadet's back. Lucy felt the commander's fingers lightly touch as the weapon was taken away.
Holding onto the child, Lucy asked calmly, "Beckah, can you take us to your dad? I'm a doctor, too. Maybe I can help him."
Sniffling, beginning to hiccup as her tears diminished, Beckah nodded, her fist coming up to rub at her wet face.
"I think she's confused about survivors. There obviously is at least one," Cadet Grey said mildly.
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Post by westgate on Jun 17, 2007 11:48:39 GMT
The tension on the bridge had certainly picked up. It was to be expected, of course, with rapidly-changing scenarios of the sort that starships often faced. Westgate marveled at the efficiency of the crew, in particular the work of Cadet Garrett, who, in spite of the meddling and condescending attitude of the Vulcan science officer, held her ground and produced logical and accurate results.
But Westgate was still puzzled about something. The Romulan ship appearing out of nowhere, the explosion on the outpost, the renegade cargo vessel, the disabling of the warbird by a single shot from a shuttle. It just didn't add up.
Suddenly, in his mind, there was an image of his granddaddy, Robert E. Lee Smith, his momma's daddy, a farmer and a philosopher. "What's obvious, ain't always," the old man used to say. He was always saying things like that, things that didn't make any sense at all until suddenly they did. This was one of those times.
"By golly! I knew it weren't no triggernometry," Westgate said to himself. "What's obvious, ain't always. Of course!"
Clearing his throat, he turned to Admiral Drew. "Sir, I reckon I understand a bit o' what's a-goin' on here. When we--me and Cadet Grey, that is--was runnin' through the bios for psych profiles, we run across a name you might know. A Gideon Lash, Admiral. Former StarFleet, run afoul of the Klingons, did time on Rura Penthe, dilithium mine, you know. Got away from there, disappeared, don't you know, and now shows up on this here outpost. Dilithium mine, you know. An' Cadet Grey she was a-tellin' how there's a byproduct of dilithium, Ilium-629, that's a powerful hallucenogenic and would bring good money on the market. I'm a-thinkin' that there cargo ship's full of that stuff, and Lash too. That Romulan ship, though, it ain't got nothin' to do with that. I'm a-wagerin' it's full o' StarFleet, scientists and whatnot, wantin' to have a word or two. That's my take on it, Admiral."
Westgate sat back in his chair, waiting for the Admiral to respond.
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