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Post by jordan on Jul 17, 2005 21:26:21 GMT
OFF: Sorry I haven't been around for a while. I had my wisdom teeth removed and I've been in enough pain that I didn't feel like doing anything but being a lump on the couch. But I'm back now.
ON: Jordan saw everything wiz past her. Everything was going so fast. But now that she was back in sickbay with the medications in hand, everything could calm back down, a bit since the medications seemed to be dying. She put them in a cold stasis, which should buy them some time to keep the medications alive until they got to the planet. Her mind then focused on the man who had run out of sickbay before hallucinating. Security had brought him in and she had promptly knocked him out. She then remembered Commander Ford having to lose his arm and she sighed and tapped her combadge.
Jordan: =Sickbay to Engineering=
Engineering: Yes?
Jordan: When ya have a chance could ya put together an articificial arm for Commander Ford. It had to be removed and I don't want him goin' through life with one arm.
Engineering: Will do.
Jordan: Thank ya. Mackler out.
She then made sure the young man was still out for the count and made sure that everything was running smoothly before she set out for the bridge to go have a talk with TJ. Draco was very happy to see her and hadn't stopped twittering for a moment. Jordan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and he stopped and landed on her shoulder. She was greatly concerned about what she had seen in the medications. Something just didn't seem right to her but she couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged it off for the moment as she stepped onto the bridge. She walked right up to TJ.
Jordan: There's somethin' I need to talk to ya about TJ in private. Somethin' that concerns me greatly.
Her eyes and expression were cold but concerned. _________________________________________________________ The moment Jordan had left sickbay to go get the medications back, Notyob had secretly begun perusing through the ship's logs to see what sort of things the crew had encountered that might come in handy. He smiled when he found one specimen that he thought would take care of the ensign that had seen him in Engineering. He had made a replica of the specimen and had babied it until it was very strong and then he waited until the ensign was caught. When Jordan left to go talk to TJ, he walked over to the unconscious ensign, pulled out a small vial containing a green liquid, and poured it down his throat. He then slid the vial back into his pocket and walked off to go work on something until the specimen killed the ensign. He smiled once again when he thought of what the medications would do to the colonists on the planet. It would be benign until they had something to drink and then the fun would begin and his people would finally control the planet that was rightfully theirs again. He had had no idea who this General Galen was and didn't care at all now that he was most likely dead and the medications were back. He checked his things and found that the message he had sent had been received by those he had intended sending it to though he realized that this General Galen must have been intercepting their communications back and forth and wanted the medications for himself. He had managed to slip a fatal gene into the medications that would remain hidden and dormant until water or any liquid was combined with it. Then the gene began working and would kill any who had taken the "vaccine". A vaccine, right, he thought it's only a vaccine for us. For the colonists it will be a slow death.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jul 18, 2005 9:43:09 GMT
James was relieved to hear the away team was secure aboard the Hepta once more. He didn't like sending away teams to enemy ships. James looked around the bridge once more. he saw relieved faces everywhere, but he also sensed a new tension mounting. Would the medicine be stable enough to transport to the colony? Would the Hepta arrive there soon enough? Would it still be effective after all it had been through? The questions started nagging on James as well.
At any rate, the Cadets had performed admirably under quite uncommon circumstances. This offered hope for their future. The mission would prepare them better for what was out there in the galaxy and it would turn them into fine officers.
The captain appeared cheered up once they entered warp once more and James had to admit it was a thrill to be mobile again. When the ship had arrived at Selsik's colony, the Captain ordered them into a nebula for extra cover. It was highly unlikely that the Warhammer would follow them anytime soon, but better safe then sorry. And of course, the General could have more ships in the vicinity. Ships that had responded to the distress call for example.
Doctor Mackler entered the Bridge. James turned around and was just about to congratulate her on a successful mission when she stepped up to Captain Edwards. "There's somethin' I need to talk to ya about TJ in private. Somethin' that concerns me greatly." James decided it was probably better that he didn't interfere. He took the Captain's chair as Captain Edwards accompanied Doctor Mackler to the Ready Room. James tapped a button.
=^=Bridge to Engineering, can you give me an E.T.A. on the new warp nacelle? How long before we're at full power again?=^=
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Post by macheath on Jul 18, 2005 10:03:59 GMT
It had been a long day and MacHeath was tired. He had had to step in a Science Instructor but luckily, Commander Penfold had returned. Although as a Marine he was rather flexible, Science had never been his favourite position. Too many experiments and above all, it required too much minute work and a lot of patience.
Xin-Ling entered the Bridge and Doug greeted her warmly. "Welcome back Commander, I've left your station in one piece," he said cheerfully. Xin-Ling smiled back. "It would have been at your own peril to ruin it, you know that Colonel," she said teasingly. Doug was glad nobody had been seriously injured on the away mission.
15 minutes later, Doug entered his quarters. He was tired and wanted to take a shower before turning in. Without asking the computer to turn on some lights, he entered the bathroom. "Computer, lights in the bathroom" he said briskly and blinked a few times when the lights went on. Doug turned on the shower and was just about to undress when he felt the cold steel of a phaser barrel against the back of his head. In a split-second, Doug reached down for his side-arm, but a cold, dark voice immediately stopped him. "Don't even think about it or I will pave this nice white floor with your brains! Slowly now Colonel. Take out your side-arm and drop it onto the floor. Any funny business and.........pow!"
Doug did as he was ordered. he slowly took out his side-arm and dropped it onto the floor. When ordered to, he kicked it away towards the far end of the bathroom. "Now, Colonel, you're going to stand up slowly and move into the living room with me. As Doug slowly stood up, he saw his attacker reflected in the mirror. The ugly, alien face reminded him of something he had seen in a movie once. It was the face of a hunter, a predator, a merciless soldier. It reminded him of Captain janeway's reports about the Hirogen, but it didn't match the pictures. "Who the hell are you?" Doug said, trying to sound tougher than was perhaps advisable in the current situation. "I am general Galen," the cold and arrogant voice replied. "I am your captor and possibly the last you will ever see. Now MOVE IT!"
Doug moved into the living room where a dozen warriors similar to General Galen were already awaiting him. He felt two of them grab him from behind and cuff him with electro-shock-restraining-cuffs. Every time he moved, he yelled with pain as several doses of electricity temporarily paralysed his body. Doug was gagged and suddenly, he felt a severe blow on his head. The last thing he heard before the cold darkness of unconsciousness surrounded him was General Galen ordering his man to stay hidden until the spy aboard the hepta revealed himself. Then, they could make their move.
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 18, 2005 11:22:01 GMT
Vicente just couldn’t suppress the yawn anymore and he counted his blessings that his shift had finally ended. Tired body, tired mind. He longed for laying in his bed and to rejoice the silence after all the commotion that had kept everyone on their toes in search of balance, for it was a thin chord they had walked, always aware of the perils below. The last sounds that were words to reach Roman as he left main engineering was commander Stephans, reporting to the captain how warp capability would be restored soon.
“I’m happy I can finally get some sleep,” a fellow cadet said to Vicente.
“Don’t get too jolly about it. Our next shift starts in just five hours.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course.”
“Darn… I’m Shuya Nanahara by the way. Nice to meet you.” Shuya reached out with has hand.
Roman did what was expected: he shook hands with Shuya. “Roman Vicente. Dou yoroshiku.”
“Wow, you actually know my language?” Shuya smiled. “I’m impressed.”
“I only know a little bit, so don’t be. But still, not bad for an ‘old guy’ wouldn’t you say?”
Shuya recognized the term he had used before once in the mess hall with the other cadets. “How did you know about that?”
“There’s a lot of things I know,” an enigmatic Vicente said.
“If I may ask, how old are you exactly?”
“Only 32 years old.”
“Guess I was I right to call you and old guy then, huh?” smiling Shuya stood there.
Roman stopped walking as they came to a crossing. “Shouldn’t you go change your diapers?”
“See you on the next shift.”
The parted ways in search of their respective quarters.
----- Roman’s quarters -----
His tired head he laid down on the pillow and his eyes, equally tired, he allowed to close until the morning would come for him again. The morning… what meaning did have in the eternal night? Roman, he had surrendered completely and unconditionally to the arms of the clock to carry him through time for no sun’s light could give a meaning to morning, afternoon, evening and night. As the events of a long day and tiring hours passed became his thoughts, it was the sound of the clock that was his lullaby; it was the ticking repeating itself into infinity, his guide on the path, length and course unknown, to sleep.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 19, 2005 19:26:00 GMT
Flywheel was feeling wonderful, he had done something which was of use, he had helped an away mission come up with the results which were needed. After being out studying he had got back into a field where his work came up with tangible life saving results, he was still at his console, going through his report of the away mission when the first officer walked over.
O'Connor: Cadet, your shift has ended.
Flywheel: Yes sir, i wanted to keep working.
O'Connor: Don't overwork yourself, but very well done on the away mission, you came up with some curious ideas.
Flywheel: Thank you sir.
O'Connor: Go and have a rest, i think we all need it and we must be ready for the visit to the planet, especially the medical and science departments.
Flywheel: Understood sir, good evening.
Cadet Flywheel walked to his quarters, which were very small, but big enough to be quite adequate, he was very pleased with them and he was indeed most tired, he didn't even eat anything as he was so tired, he just lean back on the bunk and fell asleep, however things didn't end there, he dreamt widely but one topic was the explosion on the enemy vessel and suddenly faces of the enemy appeared, this was the first time he had felt guilt for something he was largely responsible for.
Flywheel suddenly awoke with a cold feeling ans he turned and his alarm was due to go off, he ran to the shower and got ready for the visit to the needy planet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2005 4:05:25 GMT
The cadet was allowed to return to his quarters after the ship was on its way to the colony. Parsons hadn't really had a chance to unpack the few things he had brought from the academy, since arriving on the ship late.
He quickly finished unpacking his things in his cramped quarters and decided to take a nap.
As he awoke, thoughts about all the loose ends and unknowns that had arisen during the mission raced through his mind. Having been trained as a lawyer before joining Star fleet, Parsons was used to analyzing situations to the point of solution or extreme confusion. However, his short time in Starfleet had taught him that certain worries were above his pay grade and that he may never have the answers that presently escaped him.
Standing near the wall mounted console in his quarters, the cadet touched the screen a few times and noticed the ship was now stopped in a nebula near the colony. The Hepta had reached its destination.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2005 4:27:57 GMT
As the massive ship slowed its forward progress, dropping from hyper-light speed to impulse power, TJ ordered a standard orbit to be achieved and maintained, then turned to his First Officer and said...
"'Tis representatives from all departments I want beamin' down t' th' surface, accompanyin' our ship's physician down t' Selsik's Colony with th' medications."
<Tag: Mr. O'Connor>
Hopefully, now that the medications were nearly in the sufferers' hands, the solution to their dilemma would be forthcoming.
He tapped his comm badge.
"Edwards t' Mackler"
–/\– Go ahead, captain... –/\–
"Please be informin' th' researchers who developed th' vaccine we've arrived at our destination. 'Tis certain I am they'll want t' accompany ye t' th' surface."
<Tag: Dr. Mackler>
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jul 21, 2005 11:23:42 GMT
"'Tis representatives from all departments I want beamin' down t' th' surface, accompanyin' our ship's physician down t' Selsik's Colony with th' medications." <Tag: Mr. O'Connor> james nodded. "Will do Captain." He tapped his commbadge.
=^=O'Connor to all Cadets, meet me in Transporter Room 1. We''re accompanying Doctor Mackler to the surface. O'Connor out.=^=
He looked at the Captain. "request permission to join the away team Captain." TJ noticed his excitement. "granted Commander, keep them all in one piece." James nodded thankfully and quickly left the Bridge to meet the Cadets in Transporter Room 1.<TAG: All Cadets, meet me in Transporter Room 1. Do not beam to the surface yet before either Doctor Mackler or myself make a post in which we beam down. >
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 21, 2005 14:58:31 GMT
Flywheel made his way to the transporter room upon the order, and he made sure he was ready, he was so pleased, a non military mission at last. He walked to the transporter room and Cadet Rosewall appeared from a turbolift.
Flywheel: Another interesting mission coming
Rosewall: Hopefully no fireworks
Flywheel: I just want to be a science officer for a while, and we are cadets and have already seen the rough side.
Rosewall: Indeed i am quite surprised about the action we have seen.
They walked into the transporter room and the transporter officer turned and looked at them.
Transporter Officer: Commander O'Connor and Dr Mackler are on their way.
Flywheel: Yes sir.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2005 15:38:17 GMT
Cadet Parsons heard the First Officer's order over the ship's communications system. The cadet collected himself and holstered a phaser pistol since he would be providing security for the awayteam.
The cadet was not the first to arrive in the transporter room, but noticed that the doctor and Commander O'Connor were not yet present.
Parsons waited in the transporter room with the other cadets for further orders.
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Post by wford on Jul 21, 2005 16:20:08 GMT
William opened his eyes. He felt very disoriented, and couldn't remember vey much. His eyes wouldn't focus on anything at first, but eventually he realised that he was in Sickbay... lying on a biobed. A very odd biobed. It almost seemed like a table that could be used for surguries.
"How are you doing?" asked a young nurse standing next to William.
"Ugh...." William's mouth didn't feel like moving. He couldn't feel any pain, but he was definitely tired and numb. "What happened? he asked in a slow voice.
"You got shot," said the nurse. "We, uh, sort of had to, you know..." the nurse wasn't skilled in giving bad news. She just indicated to William's left arm.
Looking down, William saw a metalic appendage where his biological arm had previously been. It started just below his shoulder, where it had been integrated with his nerves, muscles and all very well.
"Oh," he said. "You wouldn't be able to make it look more astetically pleasing, would you?"
"Actually, that will take a while. First we need to make sure it works. Then we'll start working on putting fake skin on it."
"All right," said William. "How much longer do I need to stay here?"
"Dr. Mackler said you can leave, but you can't go to the Bridge or science labs for a t least another day. She also recommends that you go get some sleep. We had to give you a sedative to make sure you didn't wake up while we were attaching that arm."
"That's fine with me," said William, feeling tired just lying there. "I'll be going now, I suppose." The nurse just nodded and resumed her other duties. She made a note to talk to the ship's counselor about the science officer. While he seemed to be taking the situation very well, the nurse knew that whenever someone lost a limb, they were typically very troubled emotionally.
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Post by jordan on Jul 21, 2005 20:46:26 GMT
OFF: I suppose you can ignore my post TJ. ON: Jordan found herself back in sickbay receiving a communication from TJ. She then had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind again about the medications. Something that shouldn't be fitting right. She shook it off and listened. TJ: Please be informin' th' researchers who developed th' vaccine we've arrived at our destination. 'Tis certain I am they'll want t' accompany ye t' th' surface. Jordan: Sir, I don't mean to be forward but I need to talk to ya urgently. TJ heard the urgency in her voice which translated basically to, Get yourself down here now.[/color] TJ then went down to sickbay, where he found Jordan pacing back and forth. She spotted him and motioned him into her office. Jordan: In good conscience, I cannot transport those vaccines down to the planet. TJ: Why not? Jordan: Before they were temporarily stolen by General Galen, I was examinin' the vaccines and I found somethin' that hasn't sat right with me ever since. Look.She pulled up a slide on a screen that showed a DNA strand of the vaccine. TJ looked at it but it made no sense to him. He looked helplessly at Jordan. She quickly explained. Jordan: A vaccine is a weaker or dead strain of the virus it's set against. This is the same thin' here. There is however, a piece of the vaccine that doesn't coincide with the virus and I don't know what it is but it has me concerned greatly. So TJ, I can't transport the vaccine down to the colonists until I find out what this one piece is. TJ shook his head. TJ: The vaccine is dyin' and so are th' colonists. They need th' vaccine. Jordan sighed and looked around the room as she thought. She then came up with an idea that was in the middle, sort of. Jordan: I'll send down one vial and keep the rest here in sickbay until it's figured out what this one piece is. TJ: Jordan, no. You will send down all of them. That's an order. We have no choice. We either let th' colonists die and suffer th' consequences or we give it to them and hope that this piece is nothing t' be concerned about. TJ didn't want to order her to do something like this but he had no choice, morally or politically. He thought, Enough people have died this mission with me as captain.[/color] Jordan's irritation and anger flared for a moment and she closed her eyes and sighed. He was right. They didn't know if this piece was dangerous or not and they were swiftly running out of time to save the colonists, and the vaccine. TJ: I expect t' see you and th' vaccine at transporter room 1 shortly. Jordan looked up at him, hiding her irritation with him. Jordan: As ya wish, sir. She almost bowed but stopped herself before doing so and watched him leave sickbay. She sat down on the edge of her desk and put her hands on her face. She had a bad feeling about all of this. She took a deep breath and walked out into sickbay. She saw Ford slowly sitting up and she walked over to him. Jordan: How are ya feelin'? Ford: I'm exhausted to be frank with you. Jordan smiled and looked down at the metallic arm that had been attached in replacement for his biological one that had been amputated in the surgery. She felt sorry for him and really wished that she didn't feel so old right now. Jordan: All I ask is ya take it easy for a bit. Test the arm out and call me if ya need any help. She then left his side and rounded up her things, including the vaccines, which she placed in a portable cold containment unit. She was about to leave sickbay when an alarm went off. She looked around and saw the lieutenant that had had the hallucinations convulsing and grabbing at his throat. His face was turning blue rapidly. Jordan raced over and tried to save him but he flat-lined before the problem could be found. She looked down at his face and closed his eyes with a hand. The nurse next to her was in complete astonishment. Nurse: He was acting like he was- Jordan: (interrupting) Choking. She slid on a pair of gloves and reluctantly opened his mouth. She looked inside and found what looked like a green slime covering the inside of his mouth. She took a sample and looked at it magnified. It looked like... algae. Confused, Jordan ran a scan and ran it through starfleet records to see if anything like this had been encountered before. As all this was happening, Notyob was becoming impatient. He didn't like where this was going. He took a step back from the other scientists and pressed a button on his belt. A signal went out saying that now was the time to act. A result for Jordan's search popped up shortly. Algae like this had been encountered before, by the Hepta. The ship had gone to a planet called Gaius II to see what they could do to help the people with a bit of a problem involving algae that seemed to kill and get through ship shields and into the hulls, causing hull breaches. <anyone remember this? > The onboard botanist had figured out how this was done and had helped greatly in saving the ship. The botanist was Civilian Rosalyn Drouet. Jordan's eye widened and she read on to see that Admiral McCormick had submitted a log entry describing what Roz had found the algae to do. Jordan gasped and turned to the nurse. Jordan: The lieutenant was murdered. I want ya to lock down sickbay when I leave and make sure no one accesses sickbay's logs. I need to go down to the transporter room. She picked her things back up and set off for the transporter room. Notyob hung back in the corridor then bolted the opposite direction down it. No one noticed his disappearance. Jordan and the other scientists arrived, looking a little pale. She hoped there was something down on the planet to lift her spirirts right now so she wouldn't have to think about all that had been happening.
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Post by barb on Jul 21, 2005 22:46:28 GMT
::It seems that Barb had heard...about the science officer. A mutter here about how unfortunate it is, a whisper there, sorrow. These days, when a man loses a limb, it just isnt normal. Its a damn tragedy, but at least the technology of the day is equal to the job at hand. Prosthesis can be made to look entirely normal and indeed with some sensitivity, at least from the medical journals she still recieves. A message comes to her from sickbay and she nods, having been summoned.::
::She has to consult the computer as to where her quarry is located but eventually she finds what deck she needs to be on. Whilst walking towards his quarters she gets the strangest feeling that odd things are afoot. She has zero extrasensory perception or empathy save for that which everyday humans tend to have. But when ya get a chill...its usually a goose walkin over your grave. Hopefully thats all.::
::On her way she has to wonder if her absentee times have badly affected the ship...not that she can stop them. WHen shes "called out" she cant very well say no. not doing what she does. Heck...maybe "she" should talk to someone for once...but its not as though she can speak of whats on her mind. Against regulation for various reasons. She shakes these thoughts off and walks up to Commander William Fords door, pressing the chime, wondering if he would admit her at this time. She may be remiss in her duties...but not during a time such as now. The door opens to a man that was perhaps already asleep...she apologises immediatly, she can imagine that sleep wouldnt be easy::
Commander Ford...sorry i come by so dang late and all...if you wasnt sleepin...thought perhaps you would like company. ::its obvious why shes there, but she isnt uneasy at all if that matters::
(tag ford)
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Post by wford on Jul 22, 2005 5:12:48 GMT
William's sleep was interrupted by a chime. He sat up groggily, feeling like he had the biggest hangover of his life. It took him a while, but he finally made himself semi-presentable and got to the door.
"Commander Ford...sorry i come by so dang late and all...if you wasnt sleepin...thought perhaps you would like company," said the officer.
"Who... oh. You're the counselor, right?" questioned Ford.
"Yes, that's right," said Dr. Johnson.
William put his organic hand on the doorframe. "Guess this is about my arm, eh?"
Obviously. "Of course," said the counselor patiently. "Listen, if you want to get some rest, that's fine. I can come back later..."
"Nah, let's get it over with," said William. He led the way into his quarters and collapsed into a chair. "I'll let you do the talking."
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 22, 2005 6:22:30 GMT
Idara III, August 2373
The pillars that supported the heavens above began to crumble under the weight they carried. This all could easily perceive. Flashes rode the skies like lightning, striking down with the hand of death as those skies, once graced by birds and clouds, had become a painting of sorrow as streaks of fire and columns of smoke drew the colours of destruction over the horizon. From the earth rose flames, from the skies fell death in the shape of Cardassian fighters.
Giants of martyr and stone fell so that it was only ruins remaining. Stumbling over the rubble, Elian went. This had once been home. This was now a grave. That much he knew as he was met by the stench of scorched flesh.
“Mom!”
Nothing.
“Dad!”
Still only silence replied. One step at a time Elian went, his heart fearing more and more the inevitable each second. He could feel it: he had to be close. And indeed finally there they were! Elian couldn’t help but to throw up as he saw the three bodies who, when last seen alive, were his cherished parents and sister. On his knees he became the victim of the plethora of memories that went through his mind, strangling his heart thus leaving him breathless and, by the pain it caused, forcing the tears out: a flow of sorrow onto a pile of stone. All were gone, all was lost: parents, sister, house. So he ran, into any direction that lead away from there, unguided like a ship without compass, he just went to wherever his legs would take, to whatever the place where they couldn’t go any further. Cursed be the war that brought this upon him, but futile and helpless the thought itself.
Present day
Roman snapped out of it, the dream of something long passed. He brought a curse to his lips. There were so many things he'd rather not remember. The choice however was not his. He got ready quickly and reported at the transporter room.
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Post by barb on Jul 22, 2005 6:59:09 GMT
(Ford)
::seeing the man as she walks into the quarters, Barbara blushes a bit, feeling bad for disturbing his rest. Truely sleep is most what he needs at this time but...well she would make this as brief as possible and get out of his hair, ceasing to be an annoyance. She dosent sit but rather stands near the doorway in case he should ask her to leave...she should have waited for tomorrow, but she cant very well say that now that shes in here::
Actually...that aint tha way it works. ::her accent is extremly earthan country, with a hinting of New Orleans. She gives the man a smile:: Im sposed ta say "how are ya feelin" and yer sposed ta tell me. ::she laughs softly at this point and then says:: Im sure someones given ya tha "talk". It aint a easy thing to adjust to even these days. I spose i should tell ya that, whatever difficulties ya may deal with...im here ta help "if" ya want me to. Caint exactly push a heart t heart on a man..specially when he dont really know ya. We met, of course but...well...never properly introduced. Im Barbara Johnson...counselor. When my other duties dont take me away.
If yer willin ta talk, then im willin ta listen. But this aint a suggestion that yer weak...some people just dun require my services. Tell me...if ya will. How do ya feel? ::then she chuckles with that embarassment again:: well...cept exausted...which im makin worse.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 22, 2005 9:19:38 GMT
Flywheel was walking around the transporter room and was just making sure he has some knowledge of the room, however of course he knew that he wouldn't be there for much longer as he hoped he would graduate. But having a knowledge of transporter systems was incredible interesting. As he looked around the group of officers and cadets increased
Flywheel: Now we are near graduating, what are you planning for your career.
Rosewall: Well i would like to be a science officer on one of the major exploratory star ships.
Flywheel: I would like to the same, i have been a science teacher and been a military officer, however i have not been a purely based science officer at the for-front of science.
Rosewall: I understand, a feeling just to learn and expand the knowledge we have at our disposable.
As they were talking a few more officers entered the room, they walked in looked around acknowledged the cadets and than sat down and waited for the senior officers. Flywheel hoped they would arrive soon as the medication was an emergency and the fact it has been transported meant that it was even more important it was hurried as its life had been shortened.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jul 22, 2005 15:22:34 GMT
Doctor Mackler was the last one to enter the Transporter Room. She wore a strained expression on her face. James was about to ak her what was wrong, but he decided the more prudent course of action was letting it get out of her system before asking her anything. "Lieutenent, beam us to the village square and keep a transporter lock on us at all times," she snapped to the Transporter officer on duty. He was rather taken aback by her brisk order and replied with a timid "yes ma'am." James made sure everyone was on the relevant transporter pads and looked at the transporter officer. "Ready when you are sir," the young Lieutenant said. "Engage," James ordered mildly, right before a blue haze blurred his vision. The next thing he knew, they were on the village square, surrounded by small, simple but comfortable looking housing units.
It was a fairly large colony and it looked cosy and friendly, but somehow something was missing. There were practically no children playing in the streets and the colony was awfully silent, even for a rural one like this. James pulled out his tricorder and the Cadets followed his example. "Sir," Cadet Flywheel said, "I'm picking up a huge number of lifesigns, but they're all coming from inside the buildings. It's like they're hiding or something. Hiding from what?"
"From Death," sounded Doctor Mackler's bitter voice. "They're hiding from Death Cadet. They've spread out and kept inside their own houses so as not to spread the infection. The stupidest thing one could do was allowing the village life to continue as if nothing had happened. They've done the right thing but it has done them little good. Look....." She pointed to a large field on the other side of the village. It was some distance away from the Starfleet officers, but they could see a huge number of fresh graves had been dug there recently. row after row of dark earthen heaps with a wooden, self-carved memorial stones silenced the away team. It was terrible to see how may victims the virus had already taken. "We had better hurry," Mackler said.
James looked around the square. His mood had not improved. Cadet Flywheel had shown him on his trycorder just how many colonists had to be treated. Still depressed about how many people had already been killed, James didn't even know where to start. He turned to Jordan. "Where do you want to start Doctor? What's the best course of action?"
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Post by galen on Jul 22, 2005 15:35:23 GMT
= Lieutenant Colonel MacHeath's Quarters =
Galen sat on the couch. He was sick and tired of waiting. He and his team had beamed over to the Hepta just before the Warhammer was destroyed. They had een able to find the quarters of Lieutenant Colonel MacHeath and they had been able to overpower him. That was three days ago. Galen was waiting for a signal from one of the human observers who had brought the vaccine aboard. With his help, Galen could find out what he wanted most: strategic information of all Starfleet's movements. With that information, it would be relatively easy for the Empire to gain a solid foot-hold in the Alpha and Beta Quadrant. Of course now that the Warhammer was destroyed, the situation had become somewhat more complex. Galen now had no choice but to take over the Hepta in its entirety. His team consisted of 20 people, all highly trained in all starship operational functions as well as combat. anti-terrorism and torture strategies. It would be enough to force the Hepta crew to cooperate.
"General," one of Galen's assistants said. "It is time to plan our attack sir. Our operative has sadly been locked up in Sickbay, but we should be able to get him out soon. In the mean time, the XO and the Cadets have transported down to the colony." Galen stood up. "Excellent! Shut off all outside communications. I want them re-activated only on my orders and my personal Security code. Get Smith out of Sickbay and take control of the Bridge. If anyone resists, shoot to kill but I want the Captain alive!"
The team nodded their acknowledgements and went to work. In groups of five, they left MacHeath's quarters, each to attend to their separate mission goals.
Ten minutes later, Galen got the call.
=^=General, Smith has been freed from Sickbay. We've had to stun a nurse and an officer but no-one has been permanently damaged. All outside communications links have been severed. We're in total blackout.=^=
=^=Excellent work Major Fisk. Now take the Bridge, you know what to do!=^=
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Post by wford on Jul 22, 2005 17:47:01 GMT
"Fine," muttered William. "I'm a little depressed, I suppose. I've never had anything happen like this, and I'm a little nervous about how well my arm's going to work. And I'll always wonder if I could do something better with my original arm."
"That's all very natural Commander," said the counselor, smiling. "But you don't need to worry about how well your arm will work. Dr. Mackler is the best doctor I've ever met. Besides, your new arm is stronger than the one you lost. Its-"
There was a blast of fire from the hall outside William's room. Dr. Johnson and Commander Ford turned to the door.
"I, uh, better get that," said William, picking up his phaser.
"You're in no shape to go stop a fight," argued Johnson. "Its probably just a couple crewmen."
William was already brushing past her. Barbara hesitated, but then remembered that sometimes victims felt a need to do something after an injury such as Commander Ford had sustained. It probably wouldn't hurt anything if the science officer jumped down some cadet's throat...
William walked out the door and almost ran over a couple of Galen's troops. The trained soldiers, probably ready for an ambush, knocked William aside and fired into his quarters. Luckily, Dr. Johnson wasn't in the line of fire. She started looking for Commander Ford's spare phaser, since she wasn't carrying one with her at the moment.
As William fell down, he grabbed one of the intruders with his left arm. The enemy tried to break free, but Dr. Johnson had been correct - William's new arm was much stronger than his organic one had been. He grasped the intruder's neck, and using him as a shield, shot the other with his phaser.
Dr. Johnson found William's spare phaser and ran out into the hall just in time to see him shoot the intruder... with his phaser set to kill. He had a very firm grip on the other's neck. That surviving intruder had passed out, and Barbara was sure he wouldn't survive very much longer. William's face was contorted, and he wore a very small, humorless smile.
"Commander Ford! Let go of him! Now!"
William looked startled. His grip lessened slightly, and he look down at the alien. Dr. Johnson held her breath while William contemplated whether to kill the alien or not. His hand begin to tighten once more... and then he let the enemy drop to the floor. William leaned on the wall, breathing hard.
Dr. Johnson let out a sigh of relief. At least William was still in control of himself. "Come on, let's get him up to the Captain..."
Between the chief science officer and the Captain, Dr. Johnson was going to have a very full schedule.
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Post by barb on Jul 22, 2005 18:59:20 GMT
::Damnit...why couldnt she get a break here. Every time she goes to working something blows up. Its faint shock that spins through her head as she stares at Ford. Intense violence...its to be expected after such trauma but wow. She flicks her eyes to the metallic sheen of his new arm and can get a pretty good mental picture of what a good punch or chop would do with that. She restraining the alien, who breathes with a loudish rattle in his throat, putting her knee into his back and old fashionadly tying his hands with his own belt...she used to rope steer, this is nothing. She looks up to Ford and says:: one things fer damn sure sugar...havin a shiny new arm dun change yer human impulses. ::getting up off the ground and, nodding to Ford...she cant haul this guy to his feet, but Fords new arm surely can::
::She keeps the phaser trained on the figure as Ford reaches down and easily with one hand, picks him up by the scruff of the neck:: Dont let him go...::the alien is groggy as all hell right now so Barbara looks quickly around the hall to make sure noone else sees this...she reaches into her small beltpouch and hits the alien with a hypospray of revivant. Things like that come in useful from time to time...specially sedatives. She slips the spent hypospray back into her pouch and then the Alien tries to pull away from Ford...but really he dosent stand a chance. Ford speaks up, his voice rather rough, drawing Barbaras analytic gaze again:: Get moving.
::Barbara takes the sidelead, covering the guy with her phaser...muttering as she goes along:: theres a dead guy back there...where tha hell is security? ::she of course has no real idea whats happening in the other areas of the ship, could these few have been the only ones?....not damn likely::
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2005 19:11:02 GMT
Cadet Parsons materialized on the planet with the rest of the away team. They appeared to be in a village or small town.
The cadet walked around the immediate area of the team scanning for anything unsafe. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary, except that there were no people outside. The doctor explained why and the young security cadet couldn't help but stare at the sheer volume of fresh graves for the size of the village.
Parsons shook it off and continued to look for signs of life. A door on one of the nearby dwellings opened and a middle aged man stepped into the doorway. "Commander O'Connor," was the only thing out of the cadet's mouth before the away team leader turned and greeted the stranger.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 22, 2005 21:48:03 GMT
Flywheel looked around, he saw very little, there was obviously the village a few people, but it was a cold place, medicinal, few people, no children, little or no sound of voices and those voices which were recognizable were of the away team. The village had an air of death, and though Flywheel was not one for mumbo jumbo, or at least what he thought humans called mumbo jumbo, he thought its general aura was low.
O'Connor: Can you see anything Cadet, it seems to quiet and cold.
Flywheel: Commander...... scanning......... the concentration of life-signs is coming from that building.
O'Connor: Understood Cadet.
Parsons had been confronted by a middle aged man, he immediately informed Commander O'Connor, perhaps more out of surprise than anything, Commander O'Connor walked over very quickly and introduced himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2005 3:19:02 GMT
Commander O'Connor quickly ascertained that the man was one of the leaders of the colony. He led the away team to a large modern-looking structure at one end of the village. This building was the clinic and the away team went inside with the vaccine in tow.
Cadet Parsons looked around the clinic. There didn't seem to be any security concerns here, other than the epidemic, an enemy the doctor and her team were more able to fight.
Doctor Mackler began setting up her equipment and laid out some of the vaccine. She had the local clinic personnel bring over a few of the worst cases as a test pool. The doctor prepared to administer the vaccine as the rest of the away team assisted the clinic staff or watched on.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2005 23:00:27 GMT
There on the Bridge of the Hepta a beep sounded from a comm badge, and a petite Asian officer wearing a gold uniform answered it.
"Chan here."
"Miss Chan, Lt. Mendez reporting. Dr. Johnson reports a new group of intruders aboard the Hepta. We think they came from the Warhammer just before it exploded. We have reason to believe they have some of the crew hostage, and are initiating search and rescue."
"Aye-yaaah!" she thought.
"Continue on, Mendez. I arrive shortly. Chan out."
Xin-Ling, her face a flintrock of determination, left the Bridge for a stop at the Security Office.
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