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Post by barb on Jul 10, 2005 7:46:06 GMT
*it was a good while before Barb got her heiny back to her office. It was a complete mess out there. And nearly everyones a little freaked out about it. She really only went back to her office to pick up her padd, so that she can make notations while she speaks to people. Shes only inside about 5 minutes before the door chimes. She had stared into the small mirror in her bathroom, cleaning the blood from the bump, which is a lovely shade of dark purple now. She tosses down the wetted cloth and then walks to the door, she hits the entry switch and isnt completly suprised to see the man standing there. The expression on his face is a combination of extremly tired and very worried when he says*
*The Doc smiles at him and beckons him inside* Come on in sugah...erm... *looking around the hallway to see if anyone heard the non formality* Cap'n. Inside. *stepping inside and then closing the door. He looks at the mark on her face and she waves him off before he can ask about it* Just a lil bump sugar...i got a dermal regenerator...i got it covered. Why dont you tell me whatcha wanna say sugah? *she sits down in her comfy chair and motions for him to sit down in his* But before ya do...lemme tell ya somethin. And its important to remember. Aint no mission never gone smooth. *then she waits for what he has to say* Tag: Tj...
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 10, 2005 18:17:44 GMT
Time moved so incredibly slow: at a snail’s pace. At a glacial pace were the four words better even to describe the endless lingering of seconds that server no purpose at all but to instill in people the boredom and fatigue, held in shape by the necessity to wait. It was inevitable. Indeed it was merely that in all its tenacious tedium. At the rhytm of the ticking clock thoughts floated and memories drifted and so on and so on. The minds sharpened by extensive training lost their cutting edge, blunt by having to cut through every single second at a time. What good did all this waiting bring with it? Nothing at all Roman would have dared to say to say at some point in his life years ago, forgetting the reconsiderations and reconciliations ever-present in his thoughts like a shadow, uncatchable even in the light of the sun for no sun’s light could disperse this shadow in the forrest of ideas as it hid in the out-streched shape of the tree on the soil within a geometry that hid it from the eye of the sun.
The sound of the computer: its impatience to deliver the numbers. The collapse of daydream-land: its borders breached by the sounds and sights that were real. And still nothing to make the seconds pass faster, no wind in his sails to drive him over the horizon that bordered the end of his waiting. But didn’t the physics of a sphere push the horizon ahead of him eternally? It mattered little. Insatiable patience was his wealth nowadays.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2005 0:09:49 GMT
[OFF]: Most of this is a bit of back-posting, just to fit everything together for Penfold. It's nice to be able to participate again. [ON]: Even though the turbolift doors had closed and he was well on his way to the bridge, Penfold continued to crouch with his back pressed against the wall. He hadn't been very experienced in combat before he joined the Hepta. Although he'd served as Chief Science Officer of the USS Puissant for six and a half years, the ship had been lucky enough to avoid any serious engagements and he'd spent the rest of his career on starbases or teaching at the Starfleet Academy on Earth. Since joining the USS Hepta though, he'd seen his share of close-quarters combat. This was the first time he'd had to leave a comrade behind, however, and he didn't like it one bit. He tapped his commbadge with a furry little hand. "Penfold to Xin-Ling, we need a security team down at Shuttle Bay 1 immediately. Cmdr Ford's been rendered unconscious and there are several intruders down there with him."=/\= We're already on it, Penfold. You'll be pleased to know that we rescued Mr Ford before any further harm came to him. We're taking him to Sickbay right now. =/\= responded the Asian warrior firmly. "And the intruders? Are they still aboard?" asked Penfold with a worried frown that Xin-Ling couldn't see. =/\= They've all been dealt with. If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Dr Mackler now. Tell the Captain we should be ready to transport any minute now. =/\="Aye, Cmdr. Good luck!"Just then, the turbolift arrived at the bridge and the doors opened. Recent experiences had taught him to be cautious, so he quickly darted his head out the door as inconspicuously as he could and pulled it back in. Because of his height, and the fact that he was still crouching against the wall, nobody noticed him. From what he could see and hear though, the bridge was secure. No intruders had made it this far. Satisfied, he stood up and walked to Science Station II. He was surprised to notice that all the science consoles were vacant. "Where are the cadets?" he asked. Both the Captain and the First Officer were sitting in silence with pensive looks upon their faces. They seemed not to hear him. "Captain, where are the two Science cadets?" he asked again somewhat louder. Captain Edwards nearly leapt out his chair. "Penfold, me ol' friend! When did you get here? Perhaps we be needin' better security on the bridge¡K"The Assistant CScO simply smiled at this and looked at the XO in the hope of a response. "They've been assigned to join the away team with Dr Mackler. I thought that since they were the ones who located the medical supplies, it'd be a perfect opportunity for some field work for them," answered O'Connor. Penfold frowned slightly, wondering if it was too soon for such serious responsibility, but decided that the XO was probably right. "Sirs, Cmdr Ford's been incapacitated. I think he was shot in the left arm by the intruders. Cmdr Chan says she's taken him to Sickbay so hopefully he'll be all right, but I'm taking over the Science department until he recovers. I'll try to monitor the away team's progress from here, shall I sir?""Good idea, Mr Penfold. Cmdr Stephens is thinkin' she can be getting' us a few warp seconds in half an hour or so. If th' Warhammer is still at least partly disabled then it should give us some time to repair th' engines properly before they find us again. Here's hopin' th' team can stay safe 'til then¡K" the Captain replied. Just then, Doctor Mackler's voice came across the comm system. =/\= Away team ready for transport. =/\= Edwards nodded to the Ensign at the Ops console. "They're away, sir," the Ensign announced. "They should be on the enemy ship now."Penfold tried to locate the away team from the primary science station, but he couldn't. He hoped that meant that General Galen couldn't either, and that it was deliberate. All they could really do now was wait and hope that they found what they were looking for. Meanwhile, the Engineering staff worked furiously at repairing the engines. Captain Edwards left the bridge and gave command to Cmdr O'Connor. Everything was quiet; sensors weren't picking up any additional craft, which was one of Penfold's main concerns. As soon as he could he would have to go check on William too.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 11, 2005 9:42:32 GMT
Mackler, and the away team were all waiting for some way to divert attention away from the sick bay, Everyone was racking their brains until Flywheel turned to Rosewall with a gleam and in that look they both understood.
Flywheel: Keon, if we can set off a security alert a few blocks away these would be the natural enemy soldiers to go there bye clearing the way for the medical team.
Rosewall: Commander Xin-Ling, could we beam something into an area, something to keep their attention for a while?
Xin-Ling: Possibly transporter test dummy, it has all the life signs of humans, however if it was hidden they would look for it for a while, Xin-Ling to Hepta, could you beam a transporter dummy into a bulkhead in the following junction.
Hepta Transporter chief: Transport in progress.
The enemy soldiers were on the move, Flywheel turned and watched as they ran out armed and ready.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2005 17:45:40 GMT
Cadet Parsons watched as the enemy guards ran down the hallway toward the decoy. He marveled at the ingenuity of the science cadets. Parsons had always been one to think on his feet and quickly analyze tactical situations, but more than that he valued the increased effectiveness of working with a team. That was one of the things that attracted him to Starfleet.
Once the guards were out of site, Commander Chan sent one of the science cadets across the hall to scan for lifesigns in the alien ship's sickbay. Cadet Parsons was sent with him for cover.
The two cadets croutched outside the sickbay door and the readings showed no one on the other side, but the science cadet was unable to determine whether there was anyone in the rest of the sickbay. They opened the door and Parsons went in croutched to secure the first room of the sickbay.
Once he was satisfied there were no enemies in this room, Parsons motioned for the rest of the awayteam to enter. Commander Chan led them across and into the sickbay.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2005 4:49:23 GMT
Why don't you tell me whatcha wanna say, sugah? *she sits down in her comfy chair and motions for him to sit down in his* But before ya do...lemme tell ya somethin. And it's important to remember. Ain't no mission never gone smooth. *then she waits for what he has to say* TJ took his chair across from Dr. Johnson's on the other side of her desk. He marveled she was able to understand, simply from his greeting – or did he broadcast other signs to her – what troubled him. That was definitely possible. TJ was often emotionally very open.
"Barb," he began, "ye never cease amazin' me with your ability t' perceive th' situation from th' get-go."
Dr. Johnson smiled her wide smile.
"But th' pressure I'm facin' now... th' things I have t' do as actin' CO ... Over one hundred lives were lost on th' enemy shuttles, an' 'tis me goal t' make friends for th' Federation. An' now I might be th' cause of a war."
TJ's head bowed. Dr. Johnson could see he was heavily troubled. She knew from past records and experience TJ would probably rise to the top of his discouragement, but he certainly did look a sorry sight for now.
Carefully she thought before she spoke again as she noticed the Captain's lower lip beginning to tremble.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2005 5:03:18 GMT
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I am very please with security team. You posting often, and using me appropriately. I am ready for action, but will stay in background unless needed.
NOTE TO BETHANY... Where are you? I know from TJ you were going to be busy, but am hoping you come back soon to take command of security. Both TJ and I want you to lead security team.
You come back soon?
NOTE TO PENFOLD... TJ and I happy you are back, friend Penfold. I enjoy your posting.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2005 14:59:25 GMT
[OFF]: Thanks Xin-Ling. I hope I can at least help boost the posting a little if things get quiet. Don't go gettin my cadets hurt on your away mission now - we need young minds to keep Starfleet progressing [ON]: As the transporter dummy materialised on the Warhammer and began emitting human life-signs, Penfold decided to run a couple of small-scale simulations of the chemical effect that lead-based teleportation might have on the life-span of the medical supplies. Once the results started to roll up, Penfold immediately accessed a secure channel to the away team. "Science to Flywheel," he said and then waited for a response. If cadet Flyweel wasn't in a position to talk then it probably wouldn't be helpful for Penfold to start chatting away to him. =/\= Go ahead, Hepta =/\= came the response after a few seconds. "It looks like the effective life span of the supplies will have been affected by its transport. It's vital that you recover them as soon as you can, but not only that... you need to purge the crystalline impurities from the medication as soon as you get hold of them. The longer you take, the sooner the medication will expire. A short burst of low-intensity ionising radiation should keep them stable until you return to the Hepta. You ought to be able to modify something from either the Doc's med-kit or your own science kit to do the job."=/\= Acknowledged, Commander. We're doing our best =/\= the Romulan replied tensely. Penfold wondered whether piling more pressure onto the Engineering Dept would actually be of any benefit. Probably not, he thought, but he'd best leave that decision to O'Connor. "Did you hear that, sir?" Penfold asked the XO. "I did indeed Cmdr. How long do you think the medication can survive in its current state?" asked Cmdr O'Connor. "I don't know how much the medication's been affected - that'll be up to our cadets to determine - and I'll need the medical dept to confirm my analysis since they have specialists in this field...""How long roughly?" the XO interupted. "Without being treated... as little as a few hours!"
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 14, 2005 9:56:46 GMT
Everything had moved on quickly and Flywheel realized that the medication had been compromised, the medication was incredibly important and yet it was in an unstable situation.
Flywheel: Commander i agree that the medication hasn't got any longer than maybe 4 hours, and i think that is at tops.
O'Connor: Very well, we had better give direct attention to this medication. If we can transport it we will get everything directed towards containing the medication.
Flywheel: Sir, just a suggestion, but what about a form of stasis, perhaps in the same areas where stasis for bodies. I am not sure if it will work but just a suggestion.
O'Connor: Very well we will look into it.
Flywheel was hoping the medication could be held as it was urgently needed, he believed that all was needed now was to get back to the ship and get to the affected area ASAP, and inform Star fleet of this attacking vessel, so they could send a fleet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2005 16:02:58 GMT
Cadet Parsons secured the sickbay with the rest of the security team. The medical/science team quickly located the stolen medicine. Once it had been secured and stabilized as best as the away team was able, the medicine was transported into a stasis field aboard the Hepta.
The away team now had to move quickly and carefully. If they removed the sensor block before they could transport, enemy security forces would sweep down on them.
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Post by barb on Jul 15, 2005 7:59:42 GMT
~In the counselors office~
*Barb leans foreward in her chair and looks TJ in the face, smiling that oh so comforting smile and saying* Then you gunna do what you gotta do, ta end it sugar. But honey...it aint as bad as all that. If theres one thang your good at, its diplomacy
But. That aint whats important right now. Whats important right now is all them that are still alive. and Keepin em that way. And. Keepin a good head on them shoulders. *she stands up and walks to the replicator in her office, asking for a coupla hot chocolates, bringing one of them to you, but not sitting down again. She prefers to sit at times, then she prefers to stand and walk at others*
One thing. They wouldnta put you in charge, if you wasnt ready, able, and willin darlin. You got what it takes to see this through. And there aint a man or woman on this crew that wouldnt tell ya tha same.
Now. Tell me what "YOU" know of all this. Then we'll talk about what to do.
*its important to hear them tell it, even if you already know. there are always things one dosent know*
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 15, 2005 11:53:38 GMT
To the observer standing in an inertial frame of reference that existed only within the boundaries of theory the universe was a wondrous mechanism; always moving for Kepler was unrelenting in enforcing his own laws. As eccentricity, apocentre, pericentre, gravity and time were the giants that swung the planets in ellipses around the stars, their language of numbers was slowly unraveled and the great thinkers of all ages past gradually learned to make sentences of their own, escape velocity being one of them: square root of two multiplied with the local circular velocity, the latter itself being the square root of the gravity perimeter over the radius of the orbit, and the chains of gravity were broken. Then at last, the universe opened up as no place was beyond the reach of the starships as even light struggled to keep up the pace of man, driven by the desire to explore. To see all things good and beautiful, but equal to the revolving of the planets being a search for equilibrium of the forces of physics, the balance would be incomplete if not for the realities bad and hideous: the unnamable that sent shivers along spines, that forced eyes shut, that made hearts beat faster. Many shivers he had felt, many times he had closed his eyes and, all the same, many times did his heart beat faster. The past hours of arduous labour had left behind their marks like writings and when Roman looked at the reflection in the transparent screen he saw the face from which it could all be read. “How is it going cadet?” Roman noted Stephans reflection in the screen the instant before he turned around to face his superior. He nodded. “Madam. We’ve completed work on the EPS conduits. With some reallocations of plasma flows they should be able to give us about 1.4 times the usual for the nacelle still in one piece.” “Good job. That should do the trick.” “It should hold up. It has to. Any more plasma flowing through and we won’t be able handle it, madam.” Stephans looked down and nodded. “I know… I had a quick look at it. We can’t vent the plasma fast enough to prevent damage, but it’s nothing we can’t repair.” A series of thoughts and simple assumptions in Vicente’s mind lead him to conclude that damaged EPS conduits would ultimately prove their undoing, as without them, there was no warp capacity and less power available in general. Roman looked at where he had put the finishing touches to his task. Stephans looked at the status monitor. Silence crept up on them. “You look tired cadet, time for a break maybe?” “I’ll be fine, but thanks madam. A few years back I booked a passage on a transport from Hyla II to the Triaron system and that was the worst trip ever, I couldn’t close an eye for two nights!” “Why? What happened?” “Booking a passage really meant sneaking into the cargo hold. I had never seen a seagull before and I sure hope I never do! You won’t believe how much noise those cursed animals make!” “Oh come on cadet! I’m sure there are worse things than seagulls in the galaxy?” Frowning for a moment, Roman stood motionless, let his head hang when he finally looked at his superior again. “You’re right… drunken Klingons.” “I'm all ears.” Roman smiled and said: “First things first. With your permission madam, I’d like to get a big, steaming mug of strong coffee first to get me through the next few hours.” He gestured towards the door. “I’ll even get some for you as well, if that’s what it takes!” OOC: Coffee commander?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 4:02:58 GMT
Barb leans forward in her chair and looks TJ in the face, smiling that oh so comforting smile and saying, "Then you gunna do what you gotta do ta end it, sugar. But honey...it ain't as bad as all that. If there's one thang your good at, it's diplomacy. "But that aint what's important right now. What's important right now is all them that are still alive. and Keepin em that way. And. Keepin a good head on them shoulders. ... "One thing. They wouldn'ta put you in charge if you wasn't ready, able, and willin', darlin. You got what it takes to see this through. And there ain't a man or woman on this crew that wouldn't tell ya tha same. "Now. Tell me what YOU know of all this. Then we'll talk about what to do." Slowly the Irishman lifted his head to meet the Counselor's gaze. What she was saying was making sense. While what had already happened was tragic, nothing short a miracle could reverse it. He had to concentrate on the survivors and on doing his best to win peace – with honor – while still completing the mission.
"Sure, an' 'tis not a wonder why I requested ye aboard this ship, doctor, with even th' sound o' your voice bein' so soothin' t' th' heart."
Dr. Johnson smiled again. It was strange in a way. Two good friends talking professionally in her office. To TJ, her support was especially important.
"'Tis flyin' blind we are, for th' most part. We have an away team searchin' for th' stolen medication on th' Warhammer, an' I've yet t' hear if they've found them. Once they do, we need t' get them back aboard an' move out o' th' area at top possible speed towards our destination."
TJ was silent for a moment, then spoke again.
"Barb, me heartfelt thanks for your concern. I'm wonderin' if ye could find th' time t' join us on th' Bridge t' prepare for any further contact? But whether ye do or not, 'tis open I am for suggestions, doctor."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 7:07:59 GMT
With the medication now safely aboard the Hepta, the next need was to move the away team off of Warhammer and back to USS Hepta. This would not be easy. The away team would have to move quickly, or they would be discovered.
The transporter room would be ready on an instant's notice to beam the team from Warhammer to Hepta. The thing was, could the damper field be disabled, and then the transfer of the away team be accomplished before detection by the enemy?
"Mr. Flywheel, can you prepare to switch off field on my signal?" Xin-Ling asked the cadet. "We transport to Hepta the instant damper field is off."
"Makes sense," commented Cadet Parsons.
"I am not familiar with damper field. Will we be able to safely talk to Hepta before we leave here? Or will use of comm badges reveal our position to enemy?"
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Cadet Flywheel set about shut down preparations for the protective field. They had to transport fast once it was down.
Suddenly, Xin-Ling heard a scuffling behind them, and whirled around to see five burly aliens advancing swiftly upon the away team.
"We have company!" she called to the others as her right hand went beside her cheek, and her left hand moved into position before her. Her face became the expressionless mask it usually was during her fighting. Xin-Ling was prepared for battle – if she was needed!
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I will handle no more than one of the aliens. The rest are yours!
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Post by barb on Jul 16, 2005 8:31:11 GMT
Ill follow ya now Cap'n *smiling and then patting the man on the shoulder* In the end my friend, its all gunna turn out fine. Youll see. Now lets get up there. Maybe tha medication is already onboard...you been in here a good while. Thats tha important thing...tha world...or tha galaxy rather, keeps on turnin sugar. *making a lil whirlygig with her fingers and then heading towards the door* Iffen yer ready to get out there...erm...wait a mo.
*She blinks and realizes her face still hurts* One moment.. *going to her mirror and taking the dermal regenerator she borrowed from sickbay and fixing the bruising and the slight cut on her forehead...checking her reflection again. She dosent sit the bridge often so she wishes to look as well as possible for when she actually does. It only takes a few moments and then shes following Tj out of her office and into a turbolift. Eventually onto the bridge. Its about time she took a more direct hand in things. She cant help if she cant see whats going on*
*Once on the bridge she looks for a place to observe and give her opinion if asked, but staying out of the way of those that need to work up here*
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 16, 2005 9:11:07 GMT
Flywheel had just lowered the dampening field, and a quartet of burly aliens had found them, Flywheel had to give the Hepta their exact location, while the other officers were holding off the advancing giants, he found their co-ordinates, as to not reveal to much he sent the details to the bridge of the Hepta directly.
Bridge: Cadet we have your co-ordinates, it will take 2 minutes to get the transporters ready.
Flywheel suddenly replaced his tricorder for a phaser, these phasers felt so different to romulan ones, they were not as comfortable as they didn't sit in the hand they sat on top of it, he fired one beam on stun setting at an attacker but it made no difference.
Xin-Ling: Raise the settings......
Flywheel did so and than fired, one was hit in the shoulder but still came forward, he ran over to a panel and attached the tricorder to the panel, and diverted all power including gravity to a forcefield around the small group of Star fleet personnel. However they could still be transported as the beam would be relayed via the tricorder and indeed the Warhammers own computer, there bye strengthening the beam. The tricorder would self destruct after transport.
As they transporter beam encased the Starfleet personnel the warhammer crew were floating around like dolls, no power, looking harmless. Flywheel did not like the feeling at all, looking upon enemy's but still they were now rag dolls.
Flywheel didn't have time to think as soon he was standing in the transporter room with the rest of the away team.
Flywheel: Flywheel to science station, has there been an explosion from where the away team just transported?
Science: No Cadet not as ..............
Just as the Science officer said that, an explosion went off, however it had a further effect it ran along all the conduits, knocking out the Warhammers computer, such a ship was reliant on it for almost anything.
Flywheel: Commander, I have to apologise, i didnt consult you and i didnt realise the self destruction of the tricorder would have that effect.
O'Connor: Sickbay this is the bridge, the enemy ship has closed down, weapons, shields, engines all have gone down, what did you do.
Flywheel looked worried.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 17:13:01 GMT
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Good idea, Mr. Flywheel. Most of battle was unnecessary.
IC... On the Warhammer ~
Xin-Ling had not much time to prepare for the attack. She may have to eliminate up to three of the five advancing alien warriors. For now, she focused on the one heading directly for her.
Suddenly, from out of her mouth came the terrifying war-cry that had petrified many of the Breen on the vessel where she had first met TJ when they were both cadets, and had struck the hearts of the companions of Diana the Terrible in Akleth's Combat Training Class. As the warrior reached approximately fifteen meters from the Asian Warrior, the cry came out, surprising the away team, who quickly recovered however.
Xin-Ling, still uttering her battle-cry, took off at a run toward the advancing giant of a warrior, like a David against Goliath.
At the last instant, she jumped, her feet flying toward her adversary, and a split second before the instant of impact she kicked, striking him in the chest, then landed again on her feet, awaiting the next opponent, her hands ready to strike her next attacker.
Her adversary, however, was not so fortunate. He slammed backwards into the corridor's bulkhead, striking his head in the process, and lost consciousness.
Xin-Ling's counterattack lasted but a second, if that long, At that point, the security team began firing, but the first phaser blast failed to down its target.
"Raise the settings!" Xin-Ling called. They did, but it still did not stop the enemy.
In the next instant, the away team found themselves materializing on the transporter pads of the Hepta.
The away team's mission had been accomplished, and the medications were back aboard the Hepta. She was concerned, however, about the Warhammer. How had they even known about the medications, and what else might they know?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 17:40:33 GMT
He felt far better as he left the counselor's office, and his spirits rose almost with each step toward the Bridge, as did also his determination to come out of this dilemma as best as possible. He was glad there were, to his knowledge, no serious casualties on the Hepta, though he was a bit sorry he could not say the same, apparently, for the Warhammer. The enemy vessel might have represented a race that would become good friends had they not approached with such militancy. Still – eventually there might be hope for that. After all, were not the Terrans and Klingons once enemies?
When TJ entered the Bridge with Dr. Johnson, most eyes were trained on their respective stations with brief glances at the viewscreen. Mr. O'Connor's were glued to the screen, attent for any change in situation. He looked perturbed, as if he was worried about the away team, about the medications, about ...
TJ smiled briefly. O'Connor was a good man.
"Me heartiest thanks, Mr. O'Connor, for fillin' in for me."
"No problem, skipper. We do have some good news on the situation."
TJ's quizzical look invited the First Officer to continue.
"All members of the away team have just been transported aboard a few seconds ago. And the medications have been recovered."
"Grand!" answered TJ, genuinely happy at the news. "Then we can get on with our mission."
Tapping his comm badge, TJ began...
"Edwards t' Engineerin'..."
—/\— Engineering here, captain... —/\—
What's th' status o' repairs? Do we have th' capability for th' warp jump yet?"
Before TJ could answer, however, the image of the Warhammer on the main viewscreen suffered a series of explosions.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 16, 2005 19:10:37 GMT
As Cadet Flywheel was on his way to the bridge, he saw the Captain leave a room, he didn't want to intrude so he went into the lift after the Captain, just after arriving a series of explosions rippled along the hull of the Warhammer, it began to tilt and than more explosions occurred.
Ford: The enemy ship is totally destroyed Captain.
Edwards: Any survivors?
Ford: Scanning................. No survivors as i can tell, however they may be oblivious to our sensors, as there is a lot about the enemy we do not know.
Edwards: Our mission to seek, meet and introduce, but not to destroy.
Flywheel felt a thumb, as he sat down, he had been largely responsible for the destruction, the Romulan ships didn't seem to go and find, but just to seek and destroy. He suddenly said to himself...
Flywheel: To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield........
This Tennyson quotation was one of the few things the Romulans used, but it had a very different meaning to the humans. Survival was the supposed reason.... but it was often an excuse.
The engineering patched through to the bridge.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 20:00:27 GMT
It seemed just as Cadet Parsons began firing on enemy targets on board the alien ship, and Commander Chan engaged one of them in hand-to-hand combat, the away team was transported to the Hepta.
The cadet was relieved when he materialized on the transporter pad of the Hepta. Parsons looked around and smiled when he realized everyone on the away team was safely back on their training vessel.
The cadet then returned to the bridge with Commander Chan. It was when they arived there that they realized the extent of the damage to the enemy ship. The exploding tricorder must have set off some sort of chain reaction. The enemy ship was now drifting in space, practically destroyed.
Parsons wondered if the medical supplies could be saved by the medical/science team, now that they were back on board the Hepta.
The cadet glanced at the engineering panel. The warp engines appeared to be at least partially functional. The cadet couldn't help but think the engineers were miracle workers.
He wondered what the Captain's next move would be.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2005 21:19:25 GMT
No survivors detected from the Warhammer's explosive end, but, as Mr. Ford pointed out, the scanners of Hepta may not have been callibrated to detect this life form.
"Mr. O'Connor," TJ asked. "Might ye be remindin' me just where the enemy ship was from?"
"All I recall, skipper, is Galen said he was with the Third Imperial Fleet."
"Communications, send out a radio wave in all directions instructin' any member o' their race t' get out here an' pick up any survivors. Include coordinates t' th' area we're in."
"Aye, sir."
"If we can't detect any survivors, perhaps they can, Mr. O'Connor."
TJ paused, then quietly added, "Perhaps they may remember our desire t' get them help."
"Helm, give us a course toward NGC-1300. Full impulse. We continue on in warp drive at completion o' th' repairs t' our nacelle."
"Aye, captain."
"Move us onward, Mr. Jamison."
The massive starship continued on its way to Selsik's Colony as TJ tapped his comm badge.
"Edwards t' Engineerin'"
—/\— Stephens here, captain.... —/\—
"Give me word th' instant we have th' port nacelle repaired."
—/\— Acknowledged. —/\—
TJ took his seat in the center chair as the Hepta slowly made its way toward their destination. Time was even more of an issue now.
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Post by jessica on Jul 16, 2005 22:43:01 GMT
*jessica was impressed with the Young officers expertise he had managed to get it all done in under an hour, she smiled, he would make a fine officer on any ship she thought to herself*
First things first cadet *she replied*
=/\=Engineering to The Bridge=/\=
<tag Captain>
=/\= We have enough power to get to atleast warp 4, but i believe if we were to reroute any non essential power sources, could give us enough to get to warp 5 until we can properly fix things.=/\
<Tag Captain>
Off: Sorry i know it's short but i wanted to get a post in. hopefully can post something more tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2005 5:18:04 GMT
=/\=Engineering to The Bridge=/\= "Edwards here... go ahead."For the first time in quite awhile, TJ felt like grinning again when he received this report.
"Faith, an' this is grand news! Ms. Stephans, ye just earned brownie points with th' wee folk. 'Tis takin' th' higher speed we'll be doin'. Edwards out."
Turning to the cadet at the Helm, he said, "Mr. Jamison, route all non-essential power t' th' warp engines, an' set us for warp factor five. We're goin' t' Selsik's Colony."
"Aye, sir."
TJ sat in his chair and looked foreward.
"Engage."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2005 5:28:33 GMT
Just before Xin-Ling and Mr. Parsons entered the Bridge, they were stopped by a member of Counselor Johnson's staff.
"Ma'am..." the officer opened. "I thought it best to let you know the patient that escaped from Sickbay...the one that was hallucinating...has been found. Not ten minutes ago, I was with some of your Security personnel. We subdued him and took him to Sickbay. Dr. Mackler came in as we made the turn into her office, and had one of her nurses take charge of the man. He's resting comfortably now in Sickbay."
"That is excellent. Thank you."
"Yes, ma'am," he saluted and left.
Xin-Ling gave a wordless glance and shrugged at Mr. Parsons, then they entered the Bridge.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 17, 2005 12:11:19 GMT
Flywheel was on the bridge and it had gone to warp 5, there was a slight move on the ship, it wasn't in sync, the ship continued and than it was sorted our. Flywheel was scanning the local area and also the planned route, it was at times like this he remembered why he was a scientist, looking, seeking, exploring and it was that which attracted him to Star fleet, of course military involvements would take place but above all, science was at its heart, he may go up the ranks, but at least he could weather a Cadet 4th Class of Head of Star fleet he could do what he wanted, with the backing of the entire fleet.
Flywheel: The training mission was interesting wasn't it Cadet Rosewall.
Rosewall: Indeed i was amazed, i wouldn't think they would let Cadets do such things.
Flywheel: Either way it has shown our potential, as the entire cadet force has worked well.
Rosewall: I haven't seen much of our Observer..... nice feeling though.
Flywheel: I agree being actually left to do a job without having someone breathing down your neck, always makes you feel under suspicion.... something i am alas very used to.
Rosewall: May i ask...... were you with the Romulan military forces?
Flywheel: Yes i was.... but science is my first love, science covering all learning and development, especially anthropology..... so don't worry i am not an every day romulan..... so why did you choose science?
Rosewall: Same reasons really.... well as we have both said.... it is at the heart of Starfleet, no point in joining if you dont have a love for it.
Flywheel: We are not to far from our destination now.
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