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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 23, 2005 23:24:57 GMT
Flywheel watched as the vaccines were administered and the Doctor handled them with incredible speed, firstly the far gone people went though than those of high priority and than so on down to those who were not feeling the effects. Flywheel found it hard to believe people could live on a colony like this, without real connections to space, and the great outside, of course he didn't believe that the space and connections would be better than what they had, but perhaps it might enrich their culture and knowledge. He had heard of such beliefs as these people, in the character of the Baku, a very closed race, who felt self reliant and wanted to "get back to basics".
Flywheel: Commander may i take a look around at the local fauna?
O'Connor: Of course Cadet.
Flywheel: Also sir, if i could, may i ask for all data on the village, so i can look into it and make sure it is imputed into the ships computer along with the usual reports?
O'Connor: Please do.
Flywheel ventured off and he found the head of the village who had just had his vaccination, even though he wasn't high risk, or feeling the effects to a high degree they gave the vaccine to him sot hat he could organize the rest of the groups.
Flywheel: Sir, may we have any available data on your village, for our database.
Village Leader: I think for more reasons?
Flywheel: Yes sir..... I also have a personal interest in anthropology and your village intrigues me.
Village Leader: Of course, i will download all data and have it sent to your ship.
Flywheel: Thank you sir, we are most grateful.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2005 14:56:51 GMT
Penfold was on his way to visit his friend and chief, Cmdr Ford, when a small group of security officers ran past him down the corridor in the direction of Ford's quarters. They paid the little furry scientist little heed as they brushed past him, one of them knocking him ratherly sharply in the shoulder with their hip. Not one to be easily offended, Penfold was more worried about why they were running so hastily. He quickened his pace.
There was no way he could catch up with, or even keep up with, the Hepta's highly trained security officers. Not with his little legs. When he watched them turn a corner at one of the corridor intersections, however, he thought he saw some suspicious movement up ahead as soon as they'd disappeared. He wasn't sure what it was that had caught his eye or why it had seemed so suspicious, but there was definitely a flutter of motion somewhere. Penfold was no vigilante and had no intention of doing Xin-Ling's job for her, but it was probably nothing and he decided he could easily check it out without distracting security from anything important. All the same, he was consciously aware of the holstered phaser he carried, ready to whip it out at a moments notice. He didn't like carrying firearms - it made him most uncomfortable and slightly on edge, as if the mere presence of the weapon meant that he was in danger.
He reached the point where he thought he'd seen something, and looked up and down the corridor slowly and carefully. Nothing. He decided to carry on up the corridor, taking an alternative route to Ford's quarters. There was no sign of anyone, which in itself would ordinarily be a little suspicious at this time of day on the officers' quarters deck, but everyone had been ordered to remain in the their quarters when not on duty because of recent events. He was about to give up, attributing it to paranoia brought on by that blasted phaser attached to his waist, when he looked behind him and saw one of the civilian scientists responsible for the medication creeping silently down the corridor in the other direction. Surely he was meant to be on the planet by now?
Penfold frowned. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked innocently. The civilian jumped with shock, then recovered himself and replied, "Ah... no, no, that won't be necessary thank you. I was just looking for someone but I've just remembered that we arranged to meet in your crew lounge. How silly of me. Thank you very much but I'd better be off now." And with that, the mysterious civilian observer left quickly, half running but trying not to look like he was running. Penfold's frown deepened. He looked at the name on the nearest door. 'D. MacHeath, Lieutenant Colonel' Penfold hesitated, then tapped his commbadge. "Penfold to Xin-Ling. I'm sorry to bother you but I just thought I'd better report something to you..." Before he could finish his sentence however, a well-muscled arm brought a heavy disruptor rifle down on poor Penfold's head, knocking him unconscious immediately. The small troop of Galen's men stepped over him indifferently and continued their silent advance towards the bridge.
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 24, 2005 17:25:16 GMT
A darker sky was coming overhead, spreading out, unfolding; perhaps a herald to something more sinister brooding or perhaps it was just dusk spilling the evening colours across the sky and horizon. Silence in all its ghastliness covered the surroundings, stretching its greedy arms out in all directions, lingering thick and surpressing like the closeness in the air that day. And Roman could smell it. He could definately smell it like he had years ago during the war. The smell that was defined as that of Death, scouring the fields for people to be a herald to it’s arrival. A lonely moment saw his stomach turning upside down; his inner hero had fallen in the pits uncertaintly and fear had dug in his mind as a treacherous anxiety had pulled him off the throne from which he ruled steadily his nerves so now the palms of his hands turned sweaty. Just then, the feeling abated under the discovery of the still alive colonists and his strenght of mind returned for they held a vaccin that would turn the tide in the struggle against this disease that had overtaken the planet.
Roman Vicente took a stroll to outside of the building the doctors were administring the vaccin but as he turned around before stepping into the outside, he saw the face of the colonist that had been vaccinated first turning cold and hard, he gasped for breath as if choking. Roman ran up to him, slipped, got up, went to his knees and held the mans head.
“Help!” Roman looked around him. Someone had to come! Someone!
“Come on! HELP!” He yelled again, the old man in his arms still tied down by agonizing pain.
A doctor arrived, her tricorder being put to use. “I don’t understand...”
An echange of looks. It was the moment where it became clear: doctor Mackler had been right to have doubts about the vaccin. All anew, things had taken a turn for the worst...
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Post by jordan on Jul 25, 2005 2:35:58 GMT
Jordan was still greatly shaken by the murder on the ship and her instinct was still telling her that she shouldn't be risking these people's lives, especially when she wasn't sure of the mysterious gene. She checked to make sure that Draco remained on the Hepta and there were no problems occuring. Everything had been going fine without incident until she heard a yell from outside.
Vicente: Help! Come on! HELP!
She bolted outside and saw Vicente knealing down by the first colonist to receive the vaccine. The man was convulsing and gasping for air. She quickly scanned the man to find the problem and found problems in the man's digestive, pulmonary, and cardiovascular systems.
Jordan: I don't understand...
How could this man be suffering from all this? The virus' symptoms were nothing like this. It didn't make any sense. He had pulmonary edema and was coughing up mucus, his heart was racing, and his digestive system seemed to be freezing. Jordan had no idea where to begin so she worked on clearing his airway. She tilted his head back and intibated. The man started to convulse some more but this was more from his panicking than the effects of whatever it was. She quickly injected a sedative and the man lost consciousness. She glanced up at Vicente.
Jordan: I want ya to monitor his breathin' and heart rate cadet by watching this.
She handed him an extra tricorder and continued.
Jordan: I also want ya to alert me if any change in his appearance.
She then went back to trying to save the man, her mind racing over possibilities of keeping this freezing from... she heard a scream from the people that had gathered around. She looked up from the man's body and looked where the people's eyes were. She closed her eyes and immediately shut off her senses of smell and taste. The man's body had voided itself of excriment. She then knew that there was no hope of saving the man. She looked up at Vicente and shook her head. The man was still in great pain despite the sedative and was starting to convulse greatly. She pulled out a hypospray and injected a drug into the man's system. The man peacefully died. She had a feeling that she had broken one of the rules in her doctoral oath but knew that a peaceful death was preferable for all versus watching the man die in so much pain. She heard a scuffling of feet behind her and she turned around to see O'Connor.
O'Connor: What happened?
Jordan: I... don't know but we need to stop the distribution of the vaccines now and brin' back all those who have been vaccinated. I have a feelin' this man won't be the last one of these people to suffer and die. Once we have everyone, I need to go back up with this body and find out what happened to him.
The body was covered up and put in the shadows so he wouldn't decay, though as she watched, his skin turned blue then white and she touched him and found his body frozen. She was about to tap her combadge to inquire as to the possibility of transporting the corpse to sickbay when Draco warned her that there were intruders on the ship. She knew then that there was little chance of her leaving the planet though she should have realized that sooner as her expertise would be needed down here anyway. She thought quickly of who could find out what had gone on with the corpse and figured it out. Granted the fuzzball wasn't a doctor but he was a science officer. She tapped her combadge <this is assuming his conversation with Xin-Ling is over>.
Jordan: =Mackler to Commander Penfold=
Penfold: Yes?
Jordan: I was wonderin' if ya would do a little favor for me. ___________________________________________________________________________ Notyob was furious that he had gotten himself locked in the sickbay but soon found himself freed not by those of his group but strangers. They pulled him out and yelled at him to find General Galen or else he would find himself outside the ship with his guts trailing out behind him. Notyob turned white and nodded in understanding. He was told to go to Colonel MacHeath's quarters where the General would be waiting for him. Phaser fire then erupted around them and Notyob bolted from his captors. This was definitely more than he had bargained for. He ran down hallways until the sound of phaser fire was behind him and then he slowed down and was searching for MacHeath's quarters when a voice called to him. He jumped and spun around like he had been electrically shocked to see a short fuzzy being wearing a Starfleet uniform.
Penfold: Can I help you, sir?
Notyob quickly tried to put himself back together and come up with an excuse.
Notyob: Ah... no, no, that won't be necessary thank you. I was just looking for someone but I've just remembered that we arranged to meet in your crew lounge. How silly of me. Thank you very much but I'd better be off now.
He then turned and half-ran away from the area. He turned a corner and looked back to see the being tap his combadge and say something that he couldn't hear. He scowled as he realized that the excuse he had given was one of the most transparent that he had heard. He walked off to find this "General" Galen but then remembered that if he just pretended to have looked for him and accidentally failed, the worst that could happen to him would be to be caught by one of the security officers on the ship, who would either let him go or put him in the brig. The latter being preferable, he wandered about aimlessly until he saw one of the intruders advancing on him and then he paled significantly and collapsed. The being picked him up by the back of his collar and dragged him back to MacHeath's quarters and flung him into the room. Notyob looked up into the face of the ugliest being he had ever seen. He smiled and laughed weakly. The being seemed to rumble and Notyob wasn't sure whether that was from laughter or fury.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 25, 2005 9:54:15 GMT
Flywheel was trying to work with the colony and the data had gradually been sent to the Hepta, and put in a special transition database, so that Flywheel could deal with it at the appropriate time and make it a viable database on a colony which holds many treasures for many fields.
Suddenly there appeared to be a lot of commotion and Flywheel had no idea what it was about, the vaccine had been allocated and distributed and he than ran over to where an man had fallen and Mackler was looking with intense concentration, and than had the person beamed to the Hepta, however the body was not alive, not just ill, or paralyzed but dead,what could have gone wrong.
O'Connor, Mr Flywheel we will stay down here and make sure if any other people fall victim we can control the situation and than send them to the ship if necessary.
Flywheel: Understood sir, do you have any idea what caused it, as i haven't heard anything sir.
O'Connor: The vaccine may be poisoned something along those lines as it has done the opposite of its job. Killing the people rather than keeping them alive.
Flywheel: Sir should i look around for any clues, or just make sure order is kept.
O'Connor: The doctor is doing all they can.
Flywheel: Sir i have just realized we had better contact the leader, as he is one of the stronger ones who had already had the vaccine, he may be of use as he will be in the early stages.
O'Connor: O'Connor to Mackler, the head of the colony, was one to have the vaccine however he is also one of the less effected, so it may be of use to have someone who was in the early stages.
Mackler: Excellent idea, sir.
O'Connor: Thank Flywheel.
Mackler: Excellent idea Cadet, please ask the leader to beam up.
Flywheel: Thanks, if he dies, it is on my conscience as i suggested he have the vaccine early, i will ask him to beam up if i may sir.
O'Connor: Go ahead Cadet.
Flywheel walked as fast he could without appearing to cause panic and than found the leader of the colony. He was sitting in his office at a huge grey desk.
Flywheel: Sir, may i ask you to beam to our ship, you may help us save a lot of colonists.
Leader: How so?
Flywheel: You had the vaccine, and you had not been effected by the illness, if we can get you there we may see what caused it and clear this thing up far quicker.
Leader: OK.
Flywheel: Transporter room, please beam the gentlemen next to my location directly to the sickbay.
Transporter room: Understood.
Flywheel: Energize.
Flywheel walked back to the main area and stood next to the Commander, as people walked about they all looked sheepish and rather uncomfortable, however Flywheel thought how would he feel, almost knowing he may die, after seeing a colony member or if it was he a fellow cadet die.
Flywheel: I hope they can sort this out, these people have suffered enough.
O'Connor: We are due at Star-base Conquerer soon.
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 26, 2005 13:57:02 GMT
It was becoming increasingly harder to break loose from the chain of events dragging them in all the wrong directions. With each passing moment they found themselves slowly sinking knee-deep into despair, carrying the burden of having to get along with it and not to let the weight of duty that rested on their shoulders prevent them from walking upright, not bend and shrug off that burden placed upon them not by will.
O’Connor looked up to the sky. It was bothering him that communication with the Hepta was slow at best with no valid explanation at all to account for this. Only transporter room two could be contacted. “Cadets Flywheel, Vicente. I want you to beam up to the Hepta and find out why we’re having trouble to get through. Now, you might wonder why I’m sending both of you. The truth is, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Alright sir, we’ll have a look there.”
Vicente and Flywheel did as they were told.
“Flywheel to transporter room 2. Two to beam up.”
Transporter room 2
The sound of boots beating down on the floor plating invaded the corridor. Three of Galen’s men made their way to the transporter room, armed for combat, though not expecting any.
“This is it! The final transporter room. The others should be reaching the bridge and engineering soon. Alright, let’s go!”
As soon as the doors slid open the men stormed in, pushing the Starfleet officer there against the wall as they disarmed and secured the area. Yet, all happening in that instant as well, the transporter finished materializing Flywheel and Vicente. Eye in eye with their intruders instinctively their hands reached for their phasers and, extending their arms first, they fired upon their foes. Two fell down, hit faster by the phasers than by their surprise to be caught like this as the third disappeared through the door. A little while later he came back, firing and hiding repeatedly. Under Vicente’s cover Flywheel quietly moved closer and took him out.
Roman’s heart was beating almost to the rhythm of a war drum but the fear, briefly coming out of its hidden lair in Vicente’s mind, he defeated as his every breath dispersed the last of it. When Roman had for the first time seen killing so close and personal, his hero had fallen in the pits uncertainty and fear had dug in his mind and he had turned to tear and trembling, but that was long ago and this time his eyes stayed try and his hand kept still.
“We’d better tell the commander!” Vicente said.
“Agreed.” Flywheel tapped his badge. “Flywheel to O’Connor.”
Roman, in the mean time, walked over to the console and rapidly scanned the ship.
“O’Connor here.”
“We’ve got intruders on the ship. Galen’s men by the looks of it.”
“How many?” O’Connor asked.
Flywheel looked to Vicente inquiringly.
“Seventeen.” Reported Vicente.
“Seventeen of them, sir.” Flywheel passed on to O’Conner.
“They probably got into the computers, that’s why no one could warn us. Use the computer there to manually sound the intruder alert and make sure you stay in control of the transporter room so we can beam up more people. I’ll be in touch. O’Connor out.”
Trying hard not to waste even a single second, Flywheel and Vicente got to work. Once Galen’s men wouldn’t report in, others might come to the transporter room. While Flywheel guarded the door, Vicente tried his hand on the computer. He got what he came for: the intruder alert sounded made it’s way through the whole ship and with that, they might just have done enough to prevent Galen from taking control. The gloom of misfortune that had settled was slowly breaking up as the free will to remain just that and the humanitarian spirit to help those in need were shining again.
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Post by wford on Jul 26, 2005 16:26:14 GMT
Dr. Johnson and Commander Ford exited the turbolift with the ontruder between them. Barbara cleared her throat.
"What... where did you find him?" asked Captain Edwards.
"Outside my quarters," replied William unhappily.
"Sir, I suspect that there are more coming," said Dr. Johnson. "Its highly unlikely the two we found were the only ones on the ship."
"Two?"
"Erm... Commander Ford took care of the other one," explained Barbara uneasily. Abruptly, an alarm went off.
=^= Cadet Vicente to the Bridge. =^=
TJ tapped his commbadge. "Captain Edwards here. What is it, Cadet?"
=^= Sir, we've just managed to get three of Galen's men in transporter room two. I think its the last transporter room we control. =^=
"We've already got two others. All right, Cadet, I need you to stay put and guard the transporter room at all costs."
=^= Yes, sir. Instructor O'Connor gave me similar orders. =^=
TJ smiled. "Good. We'll contact you as soon as we have more information. Edwards out." He turned to William and Barbara. "How effective are they at battle?"
William thought for a moment. "Not quite as deadly as Jem'Hadar, but close. I think they arn't used to the element of surprise."
The Captain nodded. "They'll target all the important systems. Communications could go down any moment. We'll need security teams at Engineering, Transporter Room Two, here, probably Sickbay... Commander Ford, are you all right?"
William had started swaying. "Yessir, just a little tired. I only got out of Sickbay a couple hours ago..."
TJ nodded. "Why don't you go to the conference room. You can catch up with your sleep there."
"Yes, sir." William gladly headed for the conference room. Once there he collapsed into a chair, and began to doze.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 14:10:57 GMT
Penfold rubbed his head and slowly stood up. "Owwww" he moaned quietly. Steadying himself against the wall, he remembered what had happened. Or rather he didn't, since he had no idea who or what had knocked him out. He did remember the civilian visitor though. He give his head a quick shake, regretted it, then began to jog along the corridor. He tapped his commbadge again.
"Penfold to security, alien intruders on deck 8. Also, I think one of the civilian observers may be working with them. I don't remember his name, but he should be the only one on the ship. If you run into him I recommend taking him into custody." =/\= Acknowledged Commander =/\= came the response.
He'd made it as far as the turbolift when another voice contacted him. =/\= Mackler to Commander Penfold =/\= "Yes?" he replied, tapping the badge again. =/\= I was wonderin' if ya would do a little favor for me. =/\= "I'll do my best. What d'ya need?"
[later]
Penfold pushed the medical mask up across his face and began running the several scanners he needed. He was no MD so he was leaving the slicing and dicing of the first victim, and the thorough examination of the colony leader, to Doctor Mackler's capable staff. His job here was the containment and analysis of the virus or bacterium, or whatever it was, that had induced his fatal symptoms. The only place such a process could be run was in the medical labs adjacent to the main sickbay complex. The Hepta was equipped with extremely sophisticated hardware in this department and it had saved the Hepta too many times already. The whole lab was securely quarantined and Penfold worked with a minimal amount of help from Medical and Science staff. Penfold's main field of specialty was Chemical Physics, but he did have a major in Exobiology from Starfleet Academy and had learnt a good deal more since joining the Hepta.
"Odd..." mused Penfold to himself. "There's a section of the vacination virus' DNA strand that shouldn't be there... it's as if part of another microbe's DNA has been spliced into it. I don't recognise it though..." Penfold ran a search through the Federation Medical Council's database to see if there were any known matches. Otherwise it was possible that this strain of virus had been genetically modified to include a manufactured side effect. The search ran for several minutes - there were an awful lot of known samples to run through even for the Hepta's powerful computer - but eventually a match came up. Penfold peered at the screen intently and beckoned one of the medical staff to have a look. "Oh God!" she gasped.
"Penfold to Mackler, don't give anyone else that vaccine! We need to modify the entire batch as soon as possible and we may not have enough time!" Even as he spoke, the sound of phaser fire broke out in the corridor outside...
[TAG: Mackler, etc]
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 27, 2005 14:26:28 GMT
Flywheel was a tad worried as the ship was not being over run but it was not right that intruders should be on the ship and also that 17 people were not very difficult to find and deal with. Flywheel was trying to consider how they could be dealt with at the same time and also if they could be dealt with in a specific way for their type of body. Along the same lines as the way the holograms dealt with the Romulans when they were on-board a kidnapped prototype Prometheus class vessel.
Flywheel: Flywheel to Cadet Rosewall.
Rosewall: Rosewall here.
Flywheel: I have been thinking, perhaps we could knock out the intruders simultaneously, or at least some of them.
Rosewall: Could work, but from what i have seen, we would also knock out our own people.
Flywheel: But if we found their targets we could trap them.
Rosewall: That is happening all ready with the security teams.
Flywheel: Agreed, i just hope this ends soon, I don't think we can waste time, especially with the colony in such need.
Flywheel was a little annoyed that such things could not be done, but he just wanted to speed up the process, he walked to find out what his seniors wanted him to do, but he felt superfluous as there were medical departments to deal with the vaccine, there were security teams to deal with the intruders, science had little to do.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 15:03:04 GMT
Penfold slammed his furry hand down on the desk with surprising force. "Damn it, how can we modify the samples in one quick process?!" he shouted fiercely. "I can't do this alone... I need help."
As soon as he heard that the away team was back on board the Hepta, the Commander wasted no time. "Penfold to Flywheel, I need you in the medical labs. We have to find a way of genetically modifying a biological sample quickly and safely. You might want to bring a phaser too.."
=/\= Aye, sir =/\= replied Wolf eagerly.
[TAG: Flywheel]
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 27, 2005 17:42:36 GMT
Flywheel responded to the communication from his superior so he quickly made sure he had a phaser in his belt and than made his way as quickly as possible to the lab, he didn't come across anyway of the enemy until he came out of the turbo-lift when he saw 3 of them in an area of about 3 square feet, he couldn't deal with them on his own and it would not be heroic to waste his life.
He went to the computer panel in the turbo-lift, immediately putting it on mute, he than redirected some power to a medium level forcefield in the area.
Flywheel: Flywheel to security, we have a selection of enemy intruders in a forcefield on deck 4 can you pleas come to this location ASAP, I will await your arrival.
Security: On our way.
Flywheel: Flywheel to Penfold.
Penfold: Penfold here, where are you Cadet.
Flywheel: Sir, i will be delayed for a few minutes i am dealing with a few intruders.
Penfold: OK Cadet.
Flywheel was a round for a few minutes and than security turned up a team of 10.
Security Officer: We will have to disable them r they will counter attack, everyone lock onto a target and stun them upon releasing the forcefield.
When the forcefield was lowered each of the intruders was stunned, and they were transported to the brig.
Security Officer: Thank you Cadet.
Flywheel than made his way to the labs and he found a very anxious looking Commander Penfold, Flywheel immediately got down to analyzing the samples.
Flywheel: A few possibilities that come to mind for changing small areas, are conventional and some quite unusual, firstly we could inject a dominant changing piece so that it overwhelms the bit we want it to change, secondly we could transport the samples than change the bit we needed changed while it is in transit and than it will transport with the new section, this is risky and will need a trial or two, but it may work.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jul 28, 2005 9:15:06 GMT
Hey lot, I haven't forgotten you. I've just been swamped with some personal issues. I'll modify this post by Saturday at the very latest, but probably earlier.
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Post by romanvicente on Jul 28, 2005 14:31:09 GMT
Barren and empty as a desert that knew no colour, the frontier that could be travelled yet barely touched; and comprehension of it all, from every point of view and thought, as elusive as the last cloud in the summer sky, white on blue, as elusive as the last flower in the field, when cut by the passing plough, out of place, out of order, out of shape in the dispersing wind and out of sight subsequently as such yet still irresistible when it shone with a glimmer like that of gold, spread out lonely across the emptiness like fine dust. Came along the call to concentration and the drifting ship of thoughts, left without its skipper, on the endless universe sank. The only question that mattered still: heads or tails? The call to concentration, that brought a heart beating faster than before, came then, as the hour had arrived in which destiny was to catch the tossed coin that was to decide if the sanctity of a thousand-fold of lives was worthy of saving.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 2:18:32 GMT
A quick stop at the main Security Office sufficed for Xin-Ling to restock on her weapons of preference. In addition to these, at her side she strapped a holster and phaser. Might as well be ready for practically anything.
How much damage had the intruders caused? She frowned slightly as she thought of Commander Penfold's truncated message. What had they done to him, and was he all right now?
She left the office and started patrolling the corridors in an effort to take out as many of the enemy as she could find. Woe to the hapless invaders who crossed the path of the angered Asian Warrior!
Twenty minutes later outside of the science lab...
As Xin-Ling watched, a group of five invaders strode proudly through the corridor in the general direction of the Bridge. It was insulting they seemed to feel no need to mask their presence, and the girl's scowl returned.
She hid herself in an alcove, and when the alien invaders passed, she quietly stepped into the corridor, let fly her dart, and slipped back into the alcove. With a hiss of air, the deadly projectile found its mark, and the company of soldier dropped from five to four.
The remaining four turned swiftly, with a thought to fire, but could see nothing to target. What had taken down their comrade, they could not tell.
Xin-Ling would have preferred to fight them in the open, but since all were armed with drawn firearms, a clandestine war would prove more effective.
Xin-Ling readied another dart, and when the enemy was not facing her, their number became three.
The Asian Warrior drew her phaser, levelled it, and fired. The score now was two against one. Standing back to back, they did all they could to discover the source of their torment – but the Asian had secreted herself, and they could not see her...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 4:34:22 GMT
Cadet Parsons had returned to the ship with the rest of the away team. He materialized phaser drawn, eyes darting around the transporter room. Realizing it was still secure, Parsons darted into the corridor and began to make his way to more vulnerable parts of the ship.
After a few minutes the cadet ran into a security team and joined their number. Parsons learned that the number of intruders was around 17 and that 10 of them were already in custody in the brig unconscious. The security team continued to move through the ship securing systems that were likely targets of sabatoge along the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 8:27:59 GMT
TJ was disheartened. He had honestly hoped he could win these aliens over as friends and allies rather than enemies, but some people will just not be won. The only chance was that these invaders were rogues, unsupported in their efforts by their comrades on their home world.
But that was something that was a back-burner issue. The matter at hand now was to clear the Hepta's decks of the remaining hostiles, and to eventually bring them to justice.
And to do it while accomplishing the mission given to the Hepta, which now also required the altering – or more correctly, purging – of the medications.
He wondered how Dr. Mackler was progressing on the surface of the planet below.
He was an Irishman, and knew how to fight. But at heart, he was a peaceful man. One last effort to avoid war was in order. One final effort at making peace.
"Mr. O'Connor, ye have th' comm. 'Tis down t' th' brig I'm goin' t' speak with th' prisoners," he said as he rose to his feet and left the Bridge.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 13:07:35 GMT
Penfold stared again at the data on the virus whose DNA had been spliced into that of the vaccine. This rare pathogen existed on one planet only, one that was not particularly well known. Apparently it had a metabolism that ran on endothermic reactions. It naturally located areas of the body with high concentrations of cells that consumed a lot of energy, and proceeded to absorb all thermal energy. This left the affected area effectively frozen and bereft of any metabolic activity. Someone had taken the appropriate nucleotides and given the vaccine this same property. It therefore gave the body an immunity to the virus on the planet, but created an equally deadly and painful side effect.
Flywheel finally made it down to the Medical Labs and got to work on analysnig the samples. He ran a few simulations and managed to work out two effective ways for the virus to be modified. "A few possibilities that come to mind for changing small areas, are conventional and some quite unusual, firstly we could inject a dominant changing piece so that it overwhelms the bit we want it to change, secondly we could transport the samples than change the bit we needed changed while it is in transit and than it will transport with the new section, this is risky and will need a trial or two, but it may work."
Penfold reviewed his simulations and pondered for a moment. "We don't have time to inject the entire batch with an altering enzyme and wait for the results. We could alter the entire batch in a single transport though..." He stroked his furry chin. "Run a couple of trials and as soon as you're sure it'll work transport the entire batch down to Dr Mackler with the appropriate changes. We don't have a lot of time!"
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 29, 2005 13:13:12 GMT
Flywheel started on the tests and he found the fist simulation didn't work due to a phase shift in the transport so he compensated and than the second trial the shift was a bit to much, after he had corrected the shifts he than made another trial, and than another and than another and they were all successful.
Flywheel: Computer initiate Flywheel 121.
The transporter took the real samples than they were fizzled in and out than they rematerialized.
He scanned them and they had done exactly what was needed, he smiled almost with the sly satisfaction of a Romulan.
Flywheel: Flywheel to Mackler, i am bringing the samples.
Mackler: Good please hurry.
Flywheel carried the container to the sick bay and it was obvious the intruders had been taken care of, or at least to a large extent, he than put them on a bed and the Doctor came over.
Mackler: Are they ready?
Flywheel: Yes.
Mackler: Thank you Cadet, now i can do my job.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 15:31:25 GMT
Cadet Parsons was near the rear of the security detail as they rounded a corner near the science lab. The team was moving at a jog now, one of the security officers had thought he heard phaser fire ahead.
As the first officer rounded the corner he ran into on of the intruders. The alien threw the starfleet officer against a bulkhead, rendering him unconscious. Parsons rounded the corner to see the other security officers engaged in hand to hand combat with intruders. Although the security team was well trained and outnumbered the two aliens, they were not fairing well.
Parsons noticed three of the aliens laying on the deck and wondered how the team had managed to take them out. The cadet checked on the downed officer and he was still alive but out. One of the intruders threw another member of the security team aside. The cadet drew his phaser, but the alien knocked it from his hand and put Parsons on the deck with a blow to the face.
The cadet looked up as the intruder leveled a weapon at his head. The hulking alien then made a strange face and fell to a heap in front of Parsons, a familiar dart protruding from his back.
The cadet took the phaser from the downed security officer's holster, and took careful aim. When the remaining alien knocked a security officer from the line of fire, Parsons downed him with a blast from the phaser.
The cadet and other able security personnel tended to their injured comrades. Parsons saw Commander Chan emerge down the corridor. "Thank you, Commander."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 17:04:08 GMT
"This my pleasure, Mr. Parsons," said the petite Asian officer, the scowl now gone from her face, being replaced by a quick, but nearly imperceptable, smile.
"From what I hear, this will bring number of invaders down very low," she said, as the other security personnel came around to consciousness. "All of you, come with me, and we finish clean up process."
After seeing the direction of travel and the haughtiness of the aliens, Xin-Ling decided the most likely site for a final assault by the invaders would probably be near or on the Bridge, and so she led the team back toward the nerve center of the ship.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2005 17:13:28 GMT
For two hours TJ used every interpersonal skill at negotiation he could bring to bear, but without any apparent progress. Each prisoner fed upon the resolve of the others to maintain their position, and despite the fact the majority of their number was now in custody, they refused to acknowledge defeat, certain they would destroy the Hepta, her crew, and deliver a hapless captain into the hideously anxious hands of Commander Galen.
TJ next attempted to reason with Notyob, but though at first he met with some glimmer of success, the intense and threatening stares of the aliens brought a frightened silence to the renegade scientist, and he refused to cooperate with the captain any further.
In sadness, TJ sighed and turned away to return to the Bridge of the Hepta. On his way, he tapped his comm badge...
"Edwards t' Dr. Mackler..."
—/\— Dr. Mackler here, Captain ... —/\—
"I've been hearin' from Commander Penfold th' medications may have successfully been purged. Do ye have a report for me on th' success in dealin' with Ryan's Dance?"
[Note to cadets: Ryan's Dance is the name of the disease we've been sent to Selsik's Colony for. It is so named because one of the symptoms is an extreme lack of balance, causing the victim to reel about. This gives rise to it macabre nickname, Ryan's Dance.]
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Post by jamesoconnor on Jul 30, 2005 8:47:59 GMT
My apologies Captain and crew, but due to the same personal circumstances beyond my control that have kept me busy all through last week, I can't make the post I promised today. I'll post asap, probably tomorrow, Monday or Tuesday at the very latest. My apologies.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 30, 2005 14:15:51 GMT
Flywheel was back on the bridge in his now near familiar seat and was sitting but just thinking, he had hoped he had made the medicine workable, and certainly hoping he had not messed it up, as if the medicine was unworkable than they would have a colony of dead people.
About 10 minutes later he decided he had better write up his usual report and he out in the details of what he had done, how it was done and why, he than wrote evaluation of plan and realized he had yet to find out about the results. He Lent back in his chair and rolled a Electra pen around his mouth and than got up and went down to sickbay, he could not sit by and not know what was going on, it was like a set of scales, the balance was unknown.
As he sat away from the sickbay as he didn't want to clutter it up he looked around and than tapped his finger son the arm of the chair, this was very meditative.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2005 16:08:12 GMT
Parsons helped his comrades to their feet and followed Commander Chan toward the bridge. He was glad they were now led by such an experienced and able security officer.
The cadet couldn't help but think he would probably be a stain in the carpet had Chan not been their. After the fight he had noticed she was probably there before the security team since two of the other intruders had darts in their back and one had the charing of a phaser blast to the center of his back.
Commander Chan was obviously a veteran of clandestine combat.
<<OFF>>: I survived the Bar Exam and will be getting the results in about six weeks. I will be out of the state on vacation until Saturday August 6th and will probably not be able to post again until then. Once again please let me know if there is anything I need to do to make this time up in order to graduate from the Academy and congratulations CAPTAIN Edwards.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2005 6:44:32 GMT
Congratulations, Mr. Parsons, and good luck in the exam. As to making up for the absense, I wouldn't worry about it. You've got a good posting record, and I expect you to graduate. I should post the graduation procedings about the time you return. Just check in.
Also, to all cadets, be certain you fill in the debriefing report at the end of the training mission. You can find it at: www.s47.org/academy/acadrev1.php Also, be sure you have completed and turned in a biography to the Bios Officer.
A few days after the graduation festivities, you will be assigned to a regular ship. In advance, I wish each of you the best of luck and good times in that next phase of your membership in Section 47! ;D
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