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Post by seth on Jan 23, 2006 16:55:53 GMT
Seth knew that he wasn't going to be of any use if someone should ask him a question. He decided to stay out of sight to prevent having to answer any. He went down the line of dummies together with his swordfighting partner and tried to draw the bow. After a couple of tries he was able to pull the string far back, but before he was able to aim his shot, he had to let go of the string because his arm was getting rather tired. He missed the target by several feet but didn't think much of it, untill his partner hit the target in one try.
"Have you been practising private? It seems like you've got some talent!" Seth remarked, clearly being surprised.
"Negative sir, I think that it was beginners luck." the marine answered.
But after a dozen shots, Seth only managed one glancing hit, while the private hit the dummy time after time.
"I think that mr Methos will be delighted to have you as long-range support." Seth complimented his partner.
"Thank you sir, but I am not satisfied at all, I didn't manage to fire a mortal shot even once!" the private answered, slightly blushing.
"In my opinion it is good enough, what is your name private?" Seth asked.
"Stevenson sir, Private Stevenson" The man said, slightly hesitating.
Seth, relieved that he had an excuse for not having to draw the bow again, walked towards Methos.
"I have found you the perfect archer, mr Methos! This is Private Stevenson. He said that this was his first experience with a bow, which should make him a natural talent, he didn't even miss a single shot!" Seth said, introducing the private.
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Seth chuckled. "I think that I'm going to stick with the less violent part of the mission cadet, but if it should come to fighting, I think that I will draw a sword, not a bow"
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Post by methos on Jan 23, 2006 19:33:19 GMT
"I have found you the perfect archer, Mr Methos! This is Private Stevenson. He said that this was his first experience with a bow, which should make him a natural talent, he didn't even miss a single shot!" Seth said, introducing the private.
"Wow! I wasn't expecting to have a perfect, or near perfect shot this early in the game. Tell me, which target were you using? We'll go have a look," Methos asked Stevenson. Stevenson took Methos and his training partner, Domino, to the dummy that he used for target practise.
Methos walked up and inspected it. What he saw was 10 arrows in the arms and body of the dummy, none of which appeared to be immediatly fatal shots. When Methos got back to the group, he saw that Stevenson had an axious look on his face.
"Well private, you did quite well. I bet you were worried that becasue you didn't hit it where it would have instantly killed him, weren't you?" The private replied quietly, "Yes Sir."
"Private you don't need to worry too much about that. Just becasue he didn't kill him out right, doesn't mean that he isn't going to die. The way that they lived back then would seem almost barbaric to us. You got that?" Methos asked.
"Yes, Sir!" PVT Stevenson replied feeling more full of himself.
"Does everyone got that?" Methos asked as he looked around. Seeing a couple of confused faces, he repeated what he told Stevenson, "Just because you don't kill your opponent instantly with your arrow, doesn't him he won't die. He may die shortly afterward, he may live. But it will take him out of the fight. For instance, if, say Stevenson here, was coming after me with a knife and all i had was my Bow and some arrows. I would shoot him in the hand, making him drop the knife and perhaps keeping him from fighting in the future. I would prefer not to have to use any of the techniques I am teaching here, but I am willing and able. Are YOU?" Methos asked with a raised voice.
The reply was instantanious(looks right.... ;D) and louder than Methos Expected.
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Post by crystal on Jan 24, 2006 3:46:38 GMT
Upon hearing from her instructor Crystal decides that it is very important to be able to go back through the wormhole that the originally came from, since trying to create a wormhole of their own that leads to the same place and time has so many places where it could go wrong.
Crystal stares at the data, and reaches her right hand up to rub her eyes a little, since staring at all this data is making her a little tired, and useless, when the pain in her right hand reawakens some. She carefully unclenches the hand and goes back to ignoring the pain while she looks at the information for an answer.
Forty-five minutes later Crystal is sure that the wormhole will be needed soon, since she feels that things on the planet should be coming to a conclusion soon, but she admits to herself that her sense of time is probably a little distorted, and she has no idea what the amount of time this mission should be is.
“I think I found it,” she announces to Commander Hawk, backtracking through the data she has just looked at. “There,” she says, pointing to the screen. “We’re still reading energy fluctuations from the area we came through. They’re very slight, which means the wormhole is probably as stable as it was before, and they seem to mostly match the energy readings we took going through the wormhole, although…” Crystal pauses as she absorbs some new information. “It appears that the readings are growing further apart from each other, but for now it’s within acceptable levels.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2006 3:54:25 GMT
Nearly every eye was on the main viewscreen on the Bridge of the Hepta except for the Ensign Palavar, the man sitting at the Operations console, and even he was able to sneak a fast look every so often to the viewscreen, though he had to keep his attention mostly at his readouts. For the past half-hour there had not been much talking in the nerve center of the ship.
Suddenly, Ensign Palavar broke the silence.
"Sir, I think I have something here."
"An' what might th' chance be 'tis Nogura's shuttlecraft you've found?"
"Very high, captain; almost a certainty," Palavar answered. "The alloys match what it would be."
"Switch t' Nogura's biosigns."
"Done, Captain." <>< <>< <>< It was only a few moments before biosigns matching those of the Admiral's son were pinpointed, and that fact announced on the Bridge.
"Navigation, hold our position above this ground."
"Aye, sir."
Immediately the Irishman's hand went to a switch on the arm of his chair.
"Captain Edwards t' Security an' Marines. Meet me in Transporter Room One in thirty minutes....
"Dr. Mackler, I want t' see ye on th' transporter pad in thirty minutes." He then turned his attention to the cadets on the Bridge.
"All cadets on th' Bridge will be accompanying us on th' surface. Report to Transporter Room One."
Several of the cadets relinquished their stations to others and made their way out of the Bridge. Cadet Shinsei managed a quizzical look, which the captain noted but said nothing about, as she left the area.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2006 4:43:27 GMT
"Captain Edwards t' Security an' Marines. Meet me in Transporter Room One in thirty minutes...." When Xin-Ling heard the captain call for security to the transporter room, she scurried first to her desk in the Tactical/Security Office and took a supply of her special weapons, then walked briskly to the transporter area.
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Post by methos on Jan 24, 2006 10:54:22 GMT
When Methos heard the captain's call, he was still on the Holodeck with the marines and CMDR Bern and COL MacHeath. "All right Marines! It's crunch time. You heard the man, get to Transporter Room One in a half hour," Methos told everyone as he grabbed his sword and bow and arrows.
He then followed the Marines to the Marine Deck. As soon as everyone was in appropriate attire, he said, "All right, Everyone ready? Stevenson and Domino, I want you two to stay with me. Everyone else, break off into three man groups. Lets go."
THe Marines, followed by Methos, Stevenson, and Domino, went to transporter room one. The arrived with 5 minutes to spare.
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Post by crystal on Jan 25, 2006 21:25:45 GMT
"All cadets on th' Bridge will be accompanying us on th' surface. Report to Transporter Room One." Captain Edwards says.
Crystal glances at the Captain, but he only makes eye contact, so Crystal heads to Transporter Room One without any comment. She suppresses a sigh; she has never much liked being told what to do without an explanation, but one of the choices she did make in entering Starfleet was the giving up of some rights she had fought her whole life for. On the other hand, Crystal is willing to follow these orders, and doesn’t foresee having a problem with any of the Starfleet regulations, they seem fairly straightforward and sensible.
“Is there anything we’re going to need to bring to the surface of the planet?” Crystal asks Commander Hawk
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As soon as she hears the answer to the first question Crystal thinks of another. “Aren’t we going to have to change into period clothing, or something of the like?” she asks, trying to picture herself in clothing appropriate to this time period, and being unable to. But she didn’t think that their group would fit in very well if they simply wore their Starfleet uniforms.
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“I see,” Crystal replies, frowning a little. “And where exactly am I supposed to find clothing that matches this description?”
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Post by silenthawk on Jan 26, 2006 6:44:22 GMT
“Is there anything we’re going to need to bring to the surface of the planet?” Crystal asks her Commander Hawk
"Yes, as with all away missions we will have to bring a tricorder and a hand held phaser." Hawk replied in a standard tone.
As soon as she hears the answer to the first question Crystal thinks of another. “Aren’t we going to have to change into period clothing, or something of the like?” she asks, trying to picture herself in clothing appropriate to this time period, and being unable to. But she didn’t think that their group would fit in very well if they simply wore their Starfleet uniforms.
"We will be required to dress in clothing to match the time period for which we are going to be entering."
“I see,” Crystal replies, frowning a little. “And where exactly am I supposed to find clothing that matches this description?”
"I have been looking through the ships database for information on clothes for this time period, it seems that most men and women appeared to wear alot of clothes and the more flash clothes ment you were more important. I would talk with Commander Chan about replicating clothes for the away mission." Hawk replied to the satisfaction of his cadets.
Both of his cadets were dismissed to discuss the matter of clothing with Commander Chan, Hawk took this time to approach Captain Edwards about the use of these cadets in the away mission.
"Captain," Hawk said as he approached, "It appears that the best method to finding our lost citizen is to beam down in several small away teams and search inward toward the center of our scans. My question is this, do you wish for myself and my two engineering cadets to beam down aspart of the search parties or would you rather us stay onboard and keep preparing the trip back through the temporal wormhole?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2006 0:46:08 GMT
"Captain," Hawk said as he approached, "It appears that the best method to finding our lost citizen is to beam down in several small away teams and search inward toward the center of our scans. My question is this, do you wish for myself and my two engineering cadets to beam down aspart of the search parties or would you rather us stay onboard and keep preparing the trip back through the temporal wormhole?" "Th' remainder o' your department can be stayin' aboard t' handle th' wormhole question. I'm wantin' all our engineerin' cadets down on th' surface. We might be needin' them t' perform makeshift repairs on th' shuttlecraft if indeed it is reparable, or its total destruction if it's not.
"An' besides ... 'tis ownin' them a first-hand look at history I'm feelin' I am."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2006 0:51:00 GMT
Xin-Ling entered Transporter Room One in period costume, having stopped on the way at the nearest replicator to change into clothing that would blend in with the locals below. She was pleased to see there were already several of the marine cadets there.
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Post by methos on Jan 27, 2006 16:22:14 GMT
Methos and the Marines were waiting in the Transporter room, when Commander Chan came in. Methos was glad to see that she was wearing appropriate clothing. "Hello Commander, are you ready to go and find our missing citizen?" Methos asked.
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"Yes, Ma'am, the marines are ready for anything this planet throws at them. I helped train them in the fighting styles of this era," Methos said.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2006 0:14:56 GMT
"Hello Commander, are you ready to go and find our missing citizen?" Methos asked. Xin-Ling smiled at the eagerness of the young cadet that shown through so readily.
"I ready. As soon as rest of personnel arrive, we beam down. Are other marines and marine cadets prepared?" "Then we go as soon as others arrive, and bring Mr. Nogura back."
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Post by seth on Jan 28, 2006 12:04:19 GMT
Although Seth didn't really like the idea of going down to a surface where a somewhat undeveloped species was living, he felt that he owed it to Methos to accompany the away team. However, if the away team had found this Mr Nogura, there would be a slight possibility that they had to leave immediately.
Seth decided that it would be for the better to stay on the ship. He knew that he wasn't going to be of any use during the fighting. He decided to take a quick walk to the transporter room and wish everyone good luck.
When he finally arrived, he enjoyed the sight of all the medieval costumes, Seth saw Methos and knew that those marines around him were the best of the best.
"Good luck with your mission cadet! I'll be keeping a close eye on you from the bridge!"
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"Alas," Seth replied, "I decided that it is best for me to stay on the ship, we might have to pull out at a very short notice and I don't want to risk a delay that completely traps us in this timeline. Enjoy your time on the surface, and bring me a nice souvenir!"
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Seth shook his hand, and went back through the door. Back at the bridge he locked his viewscreen on the position where the crew would be transported to, and waited for the fun to begin.
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Post by seth on Jan 28, 2006 12:13:10 GMT
OOC: I am posting this as Doug MacHeath
IC: Doug stood ready in transporter room one in what he thought was a nice outfit, even though it seemed, and in fact was out-dated.
A couple of minutes ago he met Seth on the hallway and he was surprised that he wasn't going to join them. Doug knew that Seth enjoyed the training on the holodeck, and thought that Seth would like to put his skills into practise. But Doug also knew that there was no convincing Seth once he had made up his mind, so all he did was greet the officer after which he entered the transporter room.
"Attention!" Doug yelled, and saw that everyone instantly stood up straight. "At ease. Cadet Methos, are all the marines present?"
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Doug nodded. "Good. Then all that is left for us to do is wait for the captains signal."
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"I'll be staying to the background a bit cadet, I am curious to see whether your training paid off!" Doug said, and with that, waited for TJ's command.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2006 17:47:51 GMT
TJ walked into Transporter Room One, and was greeted with the sight of his shipmates in medieval garb and gear. A good lookin' bunch, he thought, even if most of their costumes are drab earth-tones. A few of the officers, however, were dressed in more colorful attire, which would permit them to move about in the society of "gentle folk".
Again, the company stiffened, as they had for Doug MacHeath, when the captain entered the room.
"'Tis with great heaviness o' heart I must announce I'll not be joinin' ye below planetside," he said. "For this mission, duties aboard ship are restrainin' me from doing so." TJ wasn't kidding. As an officer with much university training in historical studies, he naturally had an avid interest in what was below them.
"Me purpose here is t' be wishin' ye all good fortune in th' performance o' your mission. Find our target, Sam Nogura, whether he survived or not – hopefully, th' former – an' bring him back aboard th' Hepta.
"Godspeed t' ye, an' each o' ye, take care. See that ye come back aboard alive.
"Mr. MacHeath, I'm askin' you t' take command o' th' landin' party. 'Tis monitorin' your adventures from th' Bridge we'll be doin'."
With a nod of his head toward the transporter pads, TJ signaled the landing party to get into position, then turned to the Transporter Chief.
"Energize."
The officer operating the transporter slowly pushed a lever on the panel in front of her, and in response, the officers and cadets on the pads of the transporter began to shimmer.
They were on their way.
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Post by methos on Jan 28, 2006 19:54:41 GMT
Methos was talking with some of the Marines, when Commander Bern came in, dressed in Starfleet drab.
"Good luck with your mission cadet! I'll be keeping a close eye on you from the bridge!"
"Sir, I thought you wanted to come down the surface and try you hand at using that sword you practiced with," Methos said.
"Alas," Seth replied, "I decided that it is best for me to stay on the ship, we might have to pull out at a very short notice and I don't want to risk a delay that completely traps us in this timeline. Enjoy your time on the surface, and bring me a nice souvenir!"
"Yes, sir I will try and bring you one. Are you sure you want to stay here? There is no way to make you change your mind?" Methos asked.
Seth shook his hand, and went back through the door.
Shortly after CMDR Bern left, Col MacHeath came in.
"Attention!" Doug yelled, and everyone instantly stood up straight. "At ease. Cadet Methos, are all the marines present?"
"Yes, SIr! All Marines Present and accounted for," Methos replied.
Doug nodded. "Good. Then all that is left for us to do is wait for the captains signal."
"Aye, Sir. I am kind of anxious about the marines, though I am confident that they will perform exemplorary," Methos said.
"I'll be staying to the background a bit cadet, I am curious to see whether your training paid off!" Doug said, and with that, waited for TJ's command.
Just then the Captain came in.
"'Tis with great heaviness o' heart I must announce I'll not be joinin' ye below planetside," he said. "For this mission, duties aboard ship are restrainin' me from doing so."
"Me purpose here is t' be wishin' ye all good fortune in th' performance o' your mission. Find our target, Sam Nogura, whether he survived or not – hopefully, th' former – an' bring him back aboard th' Hepta.
"Godspeed t' ye, an' each o' ye, take care. See that ye come back aboard alive.
"Mr. MacHeath, I'm askin' you t' take command o' th' landin' party. 'Tis monitorin' your adventures from th' Bridge we'll be doin'."
With a nod of his head toward the transporter pads, TJ signaled the landing party to get into position, then turned to the Transporter Chief.
"Energize."
The officer operating the transporter slowly pushed a lever on the panel in front of her, and in response, the officers and cadets on the pads of the transporter began to shimmer.
They were on their way.
OCC: I am not sure where we will be landing so if someone wants to put that in, go ahead.
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Post by crystal on Jan 28, 2006 22:37:37 GMT
Crystal changes into the clothing, and frowns. She can’t see what use this kind of stuff would possibly be, and how it came about as ‘fashionable,’ but she decides that the black she has chosen is at least more subdued than some of the other choices.
She finds that she can’t walk as fast as she could in the uniform, but she still arrives at the transporter room well before it is time to leave. The captain and CNO come in to bid the away team good luck, and Crystal wishes briefly that she could stay on the ship, but she doesn’t say anything.
They transport down to Earth, and Crystal looks around her, but she can’t tell the location of where they are. Crystal glances around, making sure that there is no one that can see them. She then takes her tricorder, and starts to scan for the life signs of Nogura, or to see if she finds evidence of shuttle debris. Her scan doesn’t register anything, but that’s probably because the transporter crew had to make sure the away team was beamed down far away from any signs of life, so as not to contaminate the civilization.
“Should we split up into groups so we can cover more ground?” Crystal asks, seeing as the engineering crew doesn’t have anything specific to do yet, they should simply use the extra manpower that they offer.
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Post by kariganmercia on Jan 30, 2006 3:44:37 GMT
Kari resisted the urge to tug on her outfit. It was uncomfortable and..itchy..was the word that came to mind. Yet she knew the points of not contaminating history..blah blah blah. She took as deep a breath as she could and slowly let it out. Why couldn't she have stayed on the ship? She'd have been of more use there then on a planet that she didn't exactly know the history of considering it wasn't her own.
Yet for some odd reason they were down here, bewildered and lost at what to do.
"That would be a smart idea." Kari replied, then began to look around for Cmdr. Hawk to ask him what exactly they were doing down here instead of where they'd be of more use.
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Post by macheath on Jan 30, 2006 13:00:18 GMT
OOC: Sorry I've been away so much everyone. It's been completely hell out here and I'm still sorting things out and going head-to-head with some idiots at university who decided to change the examination rules half-way through a semester (what a stress that was!) but I'm back now.
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The landing party materialized on the surface. It had always been Doug's dream to walk around in medieval England and now he was there! His sword felt heavy on his back. He had thought about bringing his crossbow too, but on second thought it might prove a handicap not having his hands free. At any rate, any combat that might occur would probably be close-combat, too close for bows and arows. Doug turned around and saw the others of the landing party materialize out of thin air. In his mind, he visualized the map with Sam Nogura's location he had memorized back on the Hepta. Pointing a finger, he said, "that way".
The landing party walked on accross the beautiful English landscape. It was still unspoiled by human hands. People in the fourteenth century lived much closer to nature. Doug smelled the delicious fresh air as he and Commander Chan led the away team forward. The team looked as if they belonged to the period. Their splendid clothing would fool even the people of the fourteenth century itself. Doug couldn't wait to meet a local. In what seemed like another life, he had done an M.A. in English literature and he was just dying to try out the Middle English he had learned back at university.
The map that Commander Bern had shown them said Sam Nogura's location was a large clearing at the end of this road. Slowly bu surely, traffic was picking up and Doug ordered the away team to ignore passers by and knights on horseback who galloped past them without taking even the slightest notion of other people on the road. Suddenly, they heard trumpets, lots and lots of trumpets. When they walked up the final hill before the clearing, they saw it............
The clearing was covered with tents and flags in all colours of the rainbow. Between the tenst, knights and squires walked to and fro in busy preparation. At the far side of the clearing was a large open square cut in two perfect halves by a wooen fence. Surrounding the area were wooden stands ranging from ordinary grasland where the lowest classes could stand to a splendid throne for the nobility. Doug stood still so suddenly that the others bumped into him. His mouth was wide open with amazement and excitement. "A joust", he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, an enormous roar of the assembled audience accompanied two knights who had entered the field. They saluted the nobleman who was obviously in charge of the spectacle, spurred tehir horses and thundered towards each other. With an enormous clash their lances collided. They each moved back towards a corner of the field, grabbed a new lance and raced on again. Clash after clash after clash rang over the field. The audience was enraptured, cheering one moment, gasping the next.
Commander Chan shook Doug out of his dream. "Let's go, we have a Nogura to find". The party moved on. Soon, however, it became clear that the tournament grounds were the exact location of Sam Nogura's signal. "Sir, look", Cadet Methos pointed out. "Isn't that Nogura sir?" They all looked in the direction Methos had pointed out to them. Indeed, it was Nogura, sitting next to the nobleman on the royalty stands. What the hell was he doing there?
They moved onto the tournament grounds and Doug approached a squire. "Sirrah, I need some information. I am strange to these parts. Who organises this tournament?" The squire looked amazed. "Begging your pardon master, but do you not know this is Prince Edward's tournament? It is in honour of his tactical advisor, Sir Samuel of Nogura". Doug thanked the squire courteously and hurried the team along before the man could wonder anymore about their ignorance. "Edward, Edward, 1342........" Doug muttered to himself. Then it hit him like a sledge hammer. He tapped a small commbadge hidden in one of his buttons.
=^=MacHeath to Hepta. We've located Nogura. Apparently he is now the new tactical advisor to Prince Edward, the Black Prince. They're both watching the tournament. The only way to get closer to him is by winning the tournament. Methos and I will participate. I'll keep you posted. MacHeath out.=^=
He turned towards the team. "Methos and I will enter the tournament. The rest of you, stay close to Commander Chan and figure out a way to get Nogura out of there. Prince Edward, or more famously, the Black Prince is a good and kind monarch who likes valour and honour above all else. Don't be fooled by his nickname. He is called the Black Prince because of his black hair, not his character. Still, we cannot afford to upset him by simply abducting Nogura. We must account for the possibility taht he's unwilling to leave because of his honoured position now. In that case we'll have to take him by force. Commander Chan, that will be your task. Find out how we can get him out of here while Methos and I will try to get closer to him in the joust."
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jan 30, 2006 18:25:02 GMT
James was on the Bridge studying the read-outs on the anomaly which would have to transport them back. Not too much luck so far. They would be pretty lucky to get back in one piece. It wasn't so much the question if they would get back, but when they would get back. There was no telling whether this thing would bring them back to their own time instantly or whether they would have to take the scenic route through the ages to get back where they had started from. He gave the science tech on duty an encouraging pat on the shoulder and moved on.
It was frustrating, not being able to see what the away team was seeing. Not only would James have loved to see it for himself from a historical viewpoint, he also didn't like staying on a ship while his crewmembers were down there running risks. The only trace of the away team was the electronic signature of their homing devices and as far as James was concerned, this was far too little to go on. He sat down in the XO's chair. It had been several hours since Colonel MacHeath's message about joining a joust. then an idea came to him.
"Commander Ford, how sensitive are our cameras?" he asked, turning his gaze towards Commander Ford. "I'd say pretty sensitive sir, why?" "Since we're stranded here anyway, we might as well watch some tv" James said with a sly smile on his face. "Activate camera's and zoom in on the away team, best resolution possible. Project input on the main viewer." Ford understood immediately and pushed the necessary buttons. Seconds later, the Bridge crew were entertained by Colonel MacHeath and Cadet Methos trying to forge a genealogy of nobility, while Commander Chan and the others were planning something or other. It was much more entertaining than that black void on the main viewer. With little else to do than waiting for progress reports for the moment, James sat back and enjoiyed the view, imagining he was there.
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Post by methos on Jan 31, 2006 13:18:44 GMT
Methos listened with interest. "Sir, I was thinking. We don't have anything that looks remotely to the armor that they have, also we don't have the money to purchase some. Unless you plan to go in there without protection. How exactly to you plan to aquire some for the two of us, as well as horses. Other than those two things, I am up for a little jousting. Just before I had you and Commander Bern join me in the holodeck, I was studying some of my personal PADDs on this era, so I feel that I am more than prepared to do this," Methos said.
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"Also, I think that we should use some of the Marines as squires. After all every knight of importance had at least one. I suppose we could enter first and then worry about armor and horses," Methos suggested.
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Post by macheath on Jan 31, 2006 18:47:23 GMT
Doug looked at the Cadet. Blast, he hadn't thought of that. It seemed so simple just to enter, but as always, appearances were deceptive. "Good question. First we'll have to forge some evidence which makes us from being mere Marines into Knights. As for horses and armor............. I hate to say it but we'll just have to acquire them in a slightly less honourable way....." Doug wasn't exactly sure how they would manage it, but manage it they must.
Again the Cadet was right. "Okay, you summon some of the Marines, use the noncoms (non-commissioned officers) to act as squires. We don't want to force Cadets to act as servants on their first mission. I'll try to find us some horses."
It was Methos's first assignment on his own, but Doug was convinced he would pull through all right. Now to find the horses. After walking around and pondering their current dilemma, Doug spotted two squires who were guarding their masters' equipment and horses at one of the far corners of the tournament field. Doug saw his opportunity. The knights were nowhere in sight. It was obvious from the fact that there were no victorious flags hanging from their tents that they had lost a match and were out of the tournament. Now they were probably drowning their defeat at one of the local pubs.
Softly, Doug drew his sword. He would only have one chance. He emerged from the bushes and with two swift strokes he knocked the squires unconscious with the broad side of his sword. It was easy, they were not trained to fight. Quickly, Doug nicked the armour and untied the horses. He hoped the Captain wasn't watching. A stunt like this might not look too well on his Starfleet record.
Minutes after the robbery, Doug walked up to Cadet Methos, who had assembled a small army of Marine squires by now. He looked questioningly at the new equipment and horses. "Don't ask," Doug answered innocently, but after another look from the Cadet he added "okay, so we'll give 'em the gold we get by winning the tournament when we return the equipment". Methos seemed satisfied with that. It seemed the Cadet had been even busier still. Doug couldn't say how, but somehow Methos had produced a genealogy of nobility, granting access to enter the tournament to Sir Douglas of Falkirk from Schotland and Sir Methos of Amsterdam from the Netherlands. They had better get dressed soon, because the announcers were already announcing Sir Methos's first match......
<TAG: Methos, Chan, Marine Cadets>
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jamesoconnor
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jan 31, 2006 18:53:03 GMT
OOC: Just to check the status
All right everyone, just one OOC post on the mission thread. We'd like to wrap this one up by next weekend (4/5 February) at the very latest. The Marines and Security people are wrapping it up on the surface. Could the Science and Engineering teams find a solution quickly so we can get back in one piece this weekend?
Engineering/Science - What's your status?
Security - After Methos and MacHeath get closer to Nogura, we need a way to get him out of there. Any suggestions?
All Cadets - This is the last week in which you can show what you're made of. We're proud of you, but you can make us prouder still!
All right people, let's warp this puppy to a close!
O'Connor, XO
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Post by crystal on Feb 1, 2006 2:16:29 GMT
Crystal frowns slightly at the view of the tournament. She realizes that the people who live in this time period have no choice, but she finds none of the romance that others find in this time period. She simply sees that life was shorter and most people suffered more while they lived it. She doesn’t see that it could be difficult to talk Nogura into leaving this era, as she can’t see that he could want to stay.
But Crystal listens as Commander Chan details ways they may have to take Nogura by force, since it may end up being important, people seldom behave in a way Crystal finds logical. “Is the only way to be able to talk to him actually by participating in this tournament?” Crystal asks Commander Chan when she is finished, thinking that there must be another way.
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“So we’re just back up in case they fail?” she asks, more curious than hostile, but not understanding why the engineering cadets were sent along.
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In that case, she thinks, she might as well offer what little she can. She decides to start off with picturing what would happen if Nogura did want to leave. There would still be some issues from that, especially in not contaminating the timeline in removing him. Assuming he wanted to leave though, and perhaps even if he didn’t want to, it should be simple enough to separate him from the other people and teleport him up to the ship, maybe make it look as if he had been abducted or kidnapped. Crystal mentions the idea of making it look like he had been kidnapped by raiders or enemies of the prince to the Commander Chan.
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methos
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Post by methos on Feb 1, 2006 6:12:38 GMT
"Aye sir," Methos said as the two departed. He walked up to the marines and said, "All right marines, I need two volunteers, preferably Noncoms." He picked six and then told them, "You six will be serving as the Col's and my squires, I will explain when Col MacHeath returns." While he was waiting for Doug to return, he went to one of the bards who looked like he had nothing to do. "Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you could forge a couple patents of nobility in five Minutes," Methos asked him.
"Of course, sir but it will cost you," the bard paused to look at what Methos was carrying, "That sword and dagger for the two."
Reluctantly, Methos agreed. Five Minutes later he had two patents of Nobility one for Sir Douglas of Falkirk from Schotland and the other for Sir Methos of Amsterdam from the Netherlands.
Minutes later, Doug returned with two horses and two sets of armor. Methos gave him a questioning look.
Methos was satisfied with that answer. The got dressed in the armor and entered the tournament. The announcer said that Methos was up next, so he took his 3 'squires' and went to his side of the arena. He mounted his horse and lowered his visor. When asked if he was ready, he raised his lance.
Then the flag was dropped and both horses raced towards each other, Methos lowered his lance at the last moment to hit the other knight square in his chest, while the other knight's lance glanced off Methos' right shoulder. Methos had scored one point. Both knights returned to their respective sides to get another lance.
The flag was dropped again and the process repeated itself, except this time Methos brought the lance down earlier than he did before. He struck his opponent in the head, and got struck in the chest at the same time. Both knights returned to their sides, as Methos picked up his third and final lance, he said, "Those books didn't mention that it hurts to get hit with these things."
The flag was dropped a third time, both horses raced off to the other side of the arena. When Methos struck his opponent, he was thrown off his horse. Methos had won the match, he rode triumphantly back to where his three 'squires' were. He dismounted, with the help of the three marines.
Toghter they waited as Doug was jousting, because he was right after Methos. During that joust, Methos's opponent came up to him and gave him his horse. When one of the Marines asked Methos about it, he replied, "If you cause your opponent to be de-horsed you win his horse, I guess after the tournament is over those two knights that we borrowed the armor and horses from will get at least one more horse."
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