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Post by romanvicente on Jul 31, 2005 10:49:26 GMT
Idara IV, 2375
Dark was the word to describe Roman’s realities there ad then. Withering, the word applicable to all conditions surrounding him as the wind brought in motion the leafs scattered over the soil, one for each life lost in the war, though comfort came in the infallible knowledge new leafs of green and life all alike would grow. In time, these wounds would heal, even the ones in Roman’s heart.
The wind whispered an elegy.
A depth greater than a thousand truths in her eyes, then the girl said: “You’re crazy! Don’t leave!”
“Suzie, what else am I to do? There’s nothing left here for me. My parents, my best friend... dead. I can’t stay in this place, I just have this urge to leave, to go somewhere far away, anywhere but here,” Roman said.
Disappointment in her eyes, then Suzie said: “Please don’t do this... there’s plenty left here.”
A look at the landscape revealed but burned trees, brought down houses, the memory of two years of occupation.
“Like what?”
Her closed mouth spoke of silence where she wanted to yell out her love for him as his opened eyes were blind to see the love she carried. The beauty he had missed there, the love that would have warmed his heart and soul and melted away the icy sadness and sorrow that made his heart so empty and cold. Even looking straight in her eyes he didn’t see and he would not realise until years after, cursing how regret always came afterwards.
“Like what?” Roman almost whispered.
A look at the landscape revealed but the shining devotion, the hands that were rebuilding what had been leveled, the prospect of years of joy.
The wind’s singing was full of hope.
“I’m sorry, really.”
Sadness in her eyes, then she spoke again: “What do you hope to find out there anyway?”
“Myself.”
Sadness then lingered on in her eyes as words failed miserably and comprehension was as far from as the stars at night. The pattern was lost.
“Promise me to come back again?” asked Suzie, now finding a tear hard to surpress.
“I’ll come back, I promise you that.”
And so they left each other lost, not to meet again.
USS Hepta, present
Reliving the memory of her, Roman found himself tempted again. The romance she had carried in her eyes was temptation itself, that had been for all to see. So why had he missed it? That one thing that mattered? He did not know and feared he never would. Her voice was the symphony that brought the flowers out to enter the fields of spring again, much the same as her voice been the symphony that brought the most colourful of emotions onto his heart. Roman sighed and sighed anew so the world would revolve a little bit faster and he days be shorter so that the day they’d meet again would came closer. Tempted again, she was the subject of his thoughts, remembering the promise he had not yet lived up to.
A recurring memory, an almost broken and bend promise. Roman finished his debriefing report and sighed. Yet again...
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Post by wolfflywheel on Jul 31, 2005 11:14:48 GMT
Flywheel had found out that the medicine he had modified was fine, it had worked, it was working it had worked further and had done the job, this was a gratifying feeling but he knew one day he would have to do a job like that and it wouldn't work and it wouldn't pull through and he may have the lives of his crew upon his now aged shoulders. This feeling was lessened by the fact he was a Romulan, and they were naturally cold and supposedly unfeeling. Flywheel of course was not supposedly cold, his name alone made him know he was not a true Romulan yet he fought hard to find out what his real name was and try and use it, he wanted to be Romulan, as he was a fake. A fake a fraud a Worf of the 24th century.
Flywheel had got down to writing his report and it was now 35 pages long, his reports were overly detailed and perhaps overly done but he put in every detail so that they could not come to haunt him without some support.
Flywheel: Computer can you please download my report and than transfer it to padd 5 B.
Computer: Report being downloaded, report downloaded.
Flywheel Lent back in his chair, he had looked over every detail of the report and hoped that it all fitted perfectly, it had to, than he realized he wasn't working for the Romulan command thand than realized further that he shouldn't be scared, but he couldn't shake off his fear of superior officers in things like this as mistakes had not been tolerated in the Romulan high command and he knew that Commanders had been expendable for small mistakes and even when he had risen to Subcommander he knew he could be removed without any trouble, and now he was a useless and lowly Cadet he could be removed in a thrice.
Flywheel rose form his a feeling of confusion, which was all self imposed as he had created this feeling of confusion on his own, so he got up and straightened his Grey jacket and walked as fast as he could to the nearest turbo-lift so that he could see the Captain on the bridge, he than realized he must send it to Commander Ford, his direct superior.
He got to the bridge and saw Commander O'Connor, so he thought he would bite the bullet and give the report to the First Officer.
Flywheel: Sir i have got my debriefing report.
O'Connor: Already Cadet, please do let me congratulate you, you may need to modify it but thankyou for your quickly delivered report.
Flywheel: Thankyou sir, yes sir.
Flywheel turned to move towards his console when the Captain made his presense known, and he than turned to Commander O'Connor.
Edwards: Commander what have you there?
O'Connor: Cadet Flywheel had given in his debriefing report ahead of time.
Edwards: Excellent, i will look at it, Cadet Flywheel, could you get a copy to me.
Flywheel: Yes of course sir.
OFF: The colours are an attempt by me to colour code each position, it may take some time to work out which is best for each, but i hope you dont mind. Science (Blue) Command i.e CO and FO (Red) COO (Yellow) CEO (Orange) CTSO (Green) CMO, Counsellor (Teal) CNO, (Brown) Computer (Black)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2005 15:22:47 GMT
The colours are an attempt by me to colour code each position, it may take some time to work out which is best for each, but i hope you dont mind. That practice is used by several of the officers, and, as far as I'm concerned, makes it a bit more interesting. Go for it.
One suggestion, though – don't use black, as it tends to "disappear" when viewed against the dark grey background. For your convenience, you can find many additional colors here: www.visibone.com/colorlab/ (it's where Xin-Ling found the blue she uses.)TJ stood at the window of his Ready Room gazing at the world below them. The report had just come in from Dr. Mackler that the medication, once purged, had been a success, and Ryan's Dance was defeated. The remaining colonists would be fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile broke out on his face.
Mission accomplished. It was time to head towards home, though they had one further job to accomplish before pulling into the starbase: to search, and if necessary, rescue those who had been supposedly taken hostage by the hostile presence aboard, as well as rounding up the few remaining invaders, incarcerating them, and bringing them to justice. TJ turned away from the window and left his private domain.
Scant seconds after leaving the Ready Room, he entered the Bridge and took his seat. Looking to the right, then to the left, he addressed the entire crew via ship's intercom.
"This is Captain Edwards.
"Me heartiest congratulations t' th' officers an' crew of th' Hepta. In th' light o' recent events, 'tis me desire that each o' ye know that I'm proud o' your work, an' am thankful t' lead what I consider t' be th' best crew in all o' Starfleet." TJ could see a smile break out on every face on the Bridge.
"In a matter of a few moments, we'll be turnin' th' ship about an' headin' t' home port, mission accomplished! However, be aware that caution is still advised. We still are missin' a few crewmembers, an' a small number o' th' hostile aliens are as yet unaccounted for.
"I would suggest t' our – shall we say, unwelcome passengers – that they report t' th' nearest security department member an' turn themselves in. You have thirty minutes t' do this, or I will be releasin' me cheif o' security on ye – an ye do not want me t' be doin' that – trust me!"
Turning his attention to the Helm, TJ gave one long exhalation of breath, and said, "Mr. Stokes, might I be persuadin' ye t' lay in a course for home? Make it warp factor four. I don't want t' be pullin' into starbase until we've wrapped up th' security situation aboard."
"Aye, sir."
TJ looked over to his XO and grinned, then fastened his eyes on the main viewscreen.
"Are ye ready t' go home, Mr. O'Connor?"
"I am, Skipper."
"Then, Mr. Stokes, 'tis but one word I have for ye. Engage!"
TJ turned to Xin-Ling, who was at present sitting at the Tactical Station, and spoke.
"Miss Chan, th' invaders now have 28 minutes t' put themselves in your custody. If that is not done by then, do whatever ye must t' restore complete security an' safety for th' crew, includin' those we believe that are currently sufferin' in a hostage situation."
TJ, having often seen Xin-Ling in battle, winced inwardly as he uttered two additional words to the Asian Warrior.: "Anythin' goes!"
The petite Asian nodded. "Understood, Captain."
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Post by wolfflywheel on Aug 2, 2005 12:06:15 GMT
Flywheel relaxed, he had done all he could and he believed they were long overdue to return to dock. Once back in his quarters he looked at his case, he hadn't unpacked and as he knew he would not be on the ship long enough now to make it worthwhile he didn't bother unpacking,
Flywheel: Computer, please wake me in 4 hours.
Computer: Affirmative.
Flywheel leant back but thought he should still be on the bridge as there were still intruders, but he was relieved of his post by the usual shift, he thought everyone had to be at there stations but apparently when you have been on the state of emergency for so long, you have swop officers or they begin to make mistakes.
Computer: The time is 15.55
Flywheel: Thank you computer.
Flywheel got dressed has a sonic shower and felt much better but soon he heard his comm badge.
Mackler: Cadet can you just check the final results to make sure your plan worked 100%.
Flywheel: Of course sir.
Flywheel was making his way to the sickbay just to make sure the transporter had worked, if so it could be a standard procedure in such cases.
Mackler: The data is on the panel over there if you can check it, than i can record it as hopefully successful and than official tests can be done, who knows there may be the "Flywheel transporter repair" in medical terms that is of course.
Flywheel: I will go and check them for you now sir.
Flywheel looked through the various sensor and officer reports on the transport and for intense and purposes the plan had worked fully.
Flywheel: Dr Mackler, I am pleased to tell you everything went to plan.
Mackler: Excellent, thankyou Cadet, i will relay the data.
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Post by wford on Aug 2, 2005 17:16:09 GMT
William spotted Flywheel as he entered, and hurried over to him. "Hello, Cadet. I heard about your new idea. Very impressive. I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful during the mission."
(Flywheel)
William sighed. "Well, my arm is coming along well enough, I suppose... Dr. Mackler's having problems putting the artificial skin on it. Apparently, I won't be able to feel anything with the arm, it'll just look like I have skin there. The doctor said she might be able to get it working better later, but she wasn't sure if it would work." The two arrived at the panel. "So this is it?" asked William.
"Yes," said Flywheel happily. "We're not sure its completely successful, but it probably is. Just making sure, now."
"Hmm. I thought you were training for science."
"Oh, I am, don't worry. But the two are closely related, as I'm sure you know."
William looked at his arm. "Yeah, I guess you're right... a little secret that you can't tell anyone, Wolf-" William looked around and made sure they were completely out of earshot, then wispered "- I picked science because I couldn't remember all those damn names of the things they stick in hyposprays. Cordazine, herozine, 50ccs of this, 100ccs of that... but don't tell anyone. Besides, I'm much happier with what I picked. From what I hear, people down in Sickbay are left out of the loop most of the time."
Flywheel grinned. "Don't worry- I'll stick with science."
"Good man," said William.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2005 18:08:54 GMT
"Mr. Parsons," the petite Asian said to the only security cadet present on the Bridge, "set phaser to heavy stun and come with me." The two exited the Bridge.
A housewife suffering the pangs of spring cleaning fever could not have faced the upcoming task with more relish than did Xin-Ling. The first thing to be done to clean the Hepta of the alien infestation was to perform a sweep of the entire starship from top to bottom. She tapped her comm badge to begin the process.
"Chan to Danvers."
… Danvers here, Commander. …
"Beginning in the area of Bridge, perform a complete security sweep of Hepta. We still have a few hostiles aboard. Capture and incarcerate."
… Immediately, Commander. …
"During search," she continued, "Keep looking also for captives from Hepta crew. We have unaccounted for missing members. Meanwhile, I check areas I suspect."
… Understood. Danvers out. …
Xin-Ling smiled. Danvers was a good man; he would do a thorough job.
It was standard procedure in police work to check the most likely areas first, and that was precisely what Xin-Ling was preparing to do. She stepped on the nearest turbolift and said, "Deck Five." Within moments, she was on the deck where the cabin of Colonel MacHeath was located.
"Stay alert, but stay on edge of battle. Let no hostile come through this door. Come in ready to fire when and if I call."
Taking a deep breath, she prepared for action. She did not know what she would find on the other side of the door, but the two of them were about to find out.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Aug 3, 2005 17:17:02 GMT
Flywheel was met by his instructor Commander Ford, and he was looking far stronger, More healthy and had regained some of his original coloring.
Ford: I am sorry i couldn't have been more help in the mission.
Flywheel: If i may say sir, i have been able to spread my wings, and i didn't feel closed and unable to do things, i believe in the smalls ways i helped, i did help, but if i had been to closely watched i may not have been able to do that.
Ford: Thats one way to look at it, i am glad things worked out well for you over this mission, even without my assistance.
After the rest of the conversation had passed, Flywheel went in one direction after saying he was going to stick to science rather than Medical, in fact he didn't want to move, he had just got settled.
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 3, 2005 18:34:36 GMT
It was more quiet than usual in the mess hall. It was that peculiar, uncomfortable kind of quietness that made one wish for sound and conversation. But, more than anything, it was the aftermath of a long and tiring mission that pushed everyone to their limits, both mentally as well as physically. As they waited for the dust to settle before moving on in a normal pace of life, they chose to do so by catching up on sleep and relaxation. For Roman things were all the same as only a good, long overdue dinner stood in the way of an equally long overdue good night's rest. "Computer: one Argentinian steak, 200 grams, medium and french fries. Add a glass of ice tea with lemon flavour to that please." Seeing his dinner materialising in the replicator, his appetite only got larger. Roman hurried to get a seat and start indulging. Hopefully someone would join him before he went to sleep. <Tag anyone else who's hungry >
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Post by seth on Aug 4, 2005 10:17:18 GMT
<<Subspace Transmission for Captain TJ Edwards>>
Hello captain Edwards.
I sent this message to inform you that I am back on duty on the starbase. I would like you to know that if you require my services I will be glad to take a shuttle and head for the Hepta, but if you are in no need of a CNO instructor, and not in danger of being outflown by your enemies, I will wait for you on the starbase and join you for a quick chat after the mission.
Yours,
Commander Seth Bern
<<end of message>>
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2005 19:50:16 GMT
Commander Bern... so good to hear from you.
Things were hectic aboard the Hepta, but have settled down now. As we are currently headed back to SB Conqueror, go ahead and take a few days to relax. We will arrive shortly.
I look forward to seeing you again.
TJ
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2005 20:24:35 GMT
Xin-Ling had given the order to stay on the outskirts of the battle, keeping any fleeing hostiles in Mr. MacHeath's quarters. She did not want the cadet rushing in and getting himself killed.
"Stay alert... stay ready," she said, and then pressed in a command access code into Mr. MacHeath's entry pad, opening the door with a swift whoosh!
Paydirt! There were two of the alien invaders who had seized control from Mr. MacHeath, and were holding him captive in his quarters. As they heard the door open, the one in the less elaborate uniform unsheathed his weapon and leveled it straight at the security officer who had just entered. No one was going to free the prisoner, least of all this little girl!
Xin-Ling's eyes fastened on the weapon, and suddenly her right arm shot out with such swiftness it was hard to see it move. Her hand stopped, pointing to the weapon, and when it did, the hiss of a flying missle hit the back of the alien's hand, and he dropped his firearm.
Hastily removing the dart from his hand, the alien charged with a roar of mingled pain and anger at the petite Asian officer.
Xin-Ling's face remained unchanged. Her expression was unreadable as the alien advanced on her, leaping into the air to take her down in a tackle.
Suddenly, and with her characteristic swiftness, she twirled, coming out of the direct path of his attack so that the alien would collide, not with the soft flesh of the petite Asian, but with the hard metal of the cabin in which they held MacHeath prisoner. As she twirled gracefully to the side, she reached out, taking her assailant's wrist in her hand, twisting it behind his back and high up, then dropped to her knee and drove her elbow into the soft small of the alien's back with sufficient force to incapacitate him.
Standing over the unconscious form of the alien, she turned her attention to the final hostile presence, who had by this time also drawn his weapon and was intent upon firing.
As she stood about seven feet from him, Xin-Ling looked at the alien through narrowed, angry eyes, but otherwise her expression was without change, as unreadable as ever.
The alien watched as the girl reached behind her and drew from somewhere – he could not tell from where – two wooden sticks, each about one-half meter in length and connected by a short chain of approximately eight inches. She held them both in one hand only for an instant before she began moving them at such blinding speed, flinging them around her head and shoulders, ending with one held under her right arm with its sister stick in her right hand.
Xin-Ling stood motionless as a statue, facing her adversary, the nunchuka at ready.
"Mr. Parsons, if you like, you may enter now," she called without taking her eyes off her opponent.
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Post by wolfflywheel on Aug 5, 2005 17:11:41 GMT
Flywheel was back on the bridge and you could see everyone was waiting for the end of the intruders presence to end, they had been running around the ship, but they had gradually been whittled down to a presence so minor that the Chief Tactical and Security Officer was dealing with them. Flywheel had on his screen a scanner which pinpointed the intruders and there were very few left.
Flywheel: Sir we only have one set of intruders left
Edwards: Excellent, CONN, set a course for Star base, and engage on my command.
CONN: Course plotted sir.
Edwards: How long will it take to get to star base.
CONN: 10 hours at warp 7.
Flywheel listened with eager anticipation, as he was only to keen to return to star-base, one reason he had ordered a crate of Romulan ale, he knew it was illegal but it was the nearest approximation which wasn't illegal.
Ford: <Ford to Cadet Flywheel>
Flywheel: <Cadet Flywheel here sir>
Ford: < Are you on the bridge Cadet?
Flywheel: <Yes sir, i am currently monitoring the last intruders.>
Ford: < Good, i just wanted to make sure the station was manned, have you seen Cadet Rosewall>.
Flywheel: < Yes sir, she is cataloging some data in sickbay i believe>.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2005 3:13:51 GMT
Cadet Parsons was about to enter the Marine officer's quarters when he noticed two aliens rounding a corner down the long corridor. Stepping back out the cadet took careful aim and fired on one of the intruders. The maximum stun setting was enough to knock the soldier off his feet. He writhed on the ground as the other alien looked for cover.
Parsons fired at the second alien as it dove behind the body of its comrade. The phaser blast hit the bulkhead near the enemy. The alien fired and hit the lighting emitter above the cadet.
Parsons next shot hit the enemy being used as a shield, rendering him unconscious. The other intruder continued to fire.
The young cadet could only think of one alternative. Switching his phaser to maximum setting, Parsons fired, vaporizing the unconscious alien. Dropping the setting to maximum stun, the cadet fired again, disabling the remaining intruder.
The cadet questioned the humanity of his action, but there would be time for reflection later. He feared the Commander would not be pleased with his decision. Parsons then stepped back into the Colonel's quarters to cover his instructor. The two opposing warriors inside appeared to be sizing each other up.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Aug 7, 2005 9:21:07 GMT
On the Bridge, James had just received word that Security had engaged the Aliens. He was listening to their open comm-link frequency, hoping to catch what was going on. His own place was on the Bridge, but frankly, he would have loved to be there. After all, he was responsible for the crew and he didn't like sending people into danger without personally being there. Of course James had faith in Commander Chan. She had proven herself time and again and Cadet Parsons had shown himself a capable Security officer as well. But still.........
James looked towards his Captain. TJ sat in the Captain's chair, a forced smile on his face, looking concerned but trying to look unconcerned. The battle in front of Colonel MacHeath's quarters raged on and finally TJ spoke. "Commander O'Connor, might I trouble you to find out just what is going on down there?" James jumped to his feet. "Gladly Skipper," and he dashed into the turbolift like a puppy jumping after a frizbee.
Just minutes later, James reached Colonel MacHeath's quarters. There was an ominous silence. Two Aliens lay dead on the floor outside of MacHeath's quarters and the door was open. James didn't hear a sound. Carefully, he looked around the corner. MacHeath lay unconscious on the floor and was being treated by Cadet Parsons, while Xin-Ling looked around. James stepped through the door. "Cadet, is he all right?" Cadet Parsons looked up. "He's gonna need Sickbay Commander, but I think he'll be all right. It's just......"
In a split-second it happened. From the bathroom, the huge, predator-like shape of General Galen flung himself on Commander Chan. James's expression changed to one of anger and alarm as h hand shot towards his phaser, but Xin-Ling was ahead of him. In retrospect, James couldn't tell where the knife came from, but in a dazzeling flash, Xin-Ling drew a long, thin knife, whirled around and thrust it through General Galen's throat before anyone had truly realized what was going on. Galen looked incredulous for a few long seconds before he fell down, stone dead.
15 minutes later
James still couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. As the medics came in, he couldn't help but glance at Xin-Ling with admiration. During his time in the Special Forces, James had made quite a few kills and he had seen even more people getting killed, but he had seen very few natural born killers like Xin-Ling Chan. He was proud of her.
Doctor Mackler interrupted his train of thoughts. "Commander, Colonel MacHeath needs to be transported to Sickbay now. His life is not in danger, but his injuries need to be treated right away." "Understoon Doctor, please take him at your convenience." Doctor Mackler nodded and the repulsorlift stretcher with MacHeath followed her out the door, accompanied by two nurses. James tapped his comm badge.
=^=O'Connor to Captain Edwards. Sir, we've rounded up all Aliens and General Galen is dead. Colonel MacHeath has been taken to Sickbay. I'm on my way back to the Bridge. We're ready to sail in. O'Connor out.=^=
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2005 18:09:36 GMT
He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Filled with disdain for the Asian Warrior standing before him, the alien laughed. There was no response to his laughter from Xin-Ling; she stood expressionless and motionless, her eyes never leaving her opponent. It was difficult to believe she was anything other than a statue commemorating the martial artists of years gone by.
"Twigs?!" he said incredulously. "What possible damage can you do with a couple of small sticks?"
"These not chopsticks I carry," Xin-Ling said in a low, determined voice.
At this point, First Officer O’Connor entered the room.
Unsure of how to translate the response of the petite Starfleet officer before him, a grotesque grin frothed onto the face of the hostile alien as he targeted Xin-Ling for the blast from his sidearm.
Suddenly, with speed so swift it could not be followed, the lower portion of the nunchuka shot out from underneath Xin-Ling’s arm, striking her opponent’s firearm and weapon hand, and the alien cried out in pain as he dropped his weapon to the deck. An instant later, the nunchuka shot out towards the invader, crashing into his skull and sending him reeling to the bulkhead of Colonel MacHeath’s quarters.
"Gentlemen," Xin-Ling said with a coy smile that belied her recent performance against the intruder now unconscious on the deck, "shall we clean up mess here?"
"Chan to Medici…" she said, tapping her comm badge.
=^= Medici here, Commander =^=
"Send security team to Mr. MacHeath’s quarters, take two aliens into custody."
=^= Right away, ma’am. =^=
"Chan out."
Danvers had been running the security sweep of the ship’s decks for two or three hours, and was nearly finished. Just a few more and he would be able to report the Hepta clear of hostile aliens who were not already in custody.
So far, it had gone well. Above him, all decks were cleared, and not many more were left. Because of the layout of Security stations, the sweep had gone quickly and thoroughly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2005 18:02:08 GMT
Xin-Ling and Adam returned to the bridge, much to TJ's delight, and the security officer reported the recovery of Colonel MacHeath, and the take-down of the aliens within his quarters. Prior to entering the Bridge, she had just received word from Mr. Danvers that the sweep had been completed, and the Hepta was now certifiably "hostile alien-free".
"I have receive word, sir, that we are now cleared of hostile's presence. All are either dead are in custody," the Asian reported.
"'Tis welcome news," TJ responded, though he would have preferred the preservation of those who had died in the take-over attempt.
"Then 'tis time for us t' be movin' for home a wee bit quicker, eh, Mr. O'Connor?"
"That it is, skipper."
Turning to the helm, TJ issued the order, "Increase speed to maximum safe warp, and take us home, me boyo."
His attention focused on the main veiwscreen, TJ breathed a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished, and the Hepta was now clean. It was safe to return home.
A few hours later, they neared the vicinity of Starbase Conqueror.
"Reduce speed t' one-quarter impulse," said TJ.
Sure, an' th' starbase never looked so fine! he thought to himself as its image grew larger on the viewscreen.
Well, crew, that's nearly the end of this journey. Cadets, please pull us into spacedock, and prepare for graduation activities, which will be held on SB Conqueror.
Be sure to help us by filling out the Debriefing Form.
Hope you all enjoyed yourselves. ;D
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Post by wolfflywheel on Aug 8, 2005 19:03:02 GMT
Cadet Flywheel saw the large....... incredibly large facure of Star base Conquerer and he had a shiver down his spine, it was worrying how large it was and if it were to be damaged of explode than so many people would be lost, he than jolted himself on purpose and reminded himself that he shouldn't think like that, it wasn't a time for maudlin thoughts.
Edwards:Reduce speed t' one-quarter impulse.
CONN: Reducing speed sir, entering the zone of star base sir.
Star base auto control: USS Hepta, continue on course and bring yourself in, you will be guided via tractor beams all the way.
A few minutes later a loud CLONK was heard and the ship was docked.
Edwards: Cadets and crew seal your stations and permission granted to disembark..... sickbay please co-ordinate with the star base to deal with the injured.
Flywheel: Feel good to be back Cadet Roswall?
Rosewall: It certainly does. Lets go onto the base.'
Cadet Flywheel walked off of the bridge and than down to the connection point between the USS Hepta and the star base, he saw the gangway was full of engineering staff and medical staff and science staff all on-loading onto the Hepta, he than walked off onto the star base.
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 9, 2005 13:26:09 GMT
“Are you sure it’s prudent to do this by yourself? After all, it takes some experience to perform this procedure correctly.”
“I did it often enough at the Acadamy in training,” Roman said. Those Vulcans sure had a way of being annoying when it was least wanted.
“Were you succesful then?”
“No comment. Besides, it’s a non-essential part of the system and the big chief told me to do it. Now, can you give me the hyper-spanner please? I know what I’m doing.”
Volek did as Vicente asked and handed over the spanner.
“Thank you.” Vicente took the spanner but as soon as he brought it close to the panel sparks rained everywhere, prompting both him and Volek to jump back.
“Alright Volek: say it. Come on, let’s get it over with! Go!”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t call commander Stephans before you go about knowing what you’re doing again?”
“Of all people I’m stuck with a sarcastic Vulcan. You guys should’ve ditched sarcasm as well while you were at it. I will fix this,” Roman said. And he did, giving a triumphant look at Volek. “See?”
“If you’d allowed me, we would’ve been done by now though.”
“One of these days...”
A few hours later
It had been just over one month since Roman had left this place, starbase Conqueror, but as the docking took place and as he set foot on the base again, like he had done before, it felt as if that month had elapsed in a fragment of a second, lasting no longer than the blink of an eye as all memories and experiences from that time were now gone and lost to memory and history, recorded in archives, reports and logs. The ceremony that would see them graduate and the subsequent parting of company with the instructors that had guided each and every cadet through their first real mission. So, to bid farewell: in essence that was all that remained. A sense of content at heart was vivid in Roman: he had found what we was after. A direction to walk, a path to walk in life. The years of navigating only on the unseen currents below that had taken him to places not by will but by chance were over, he had learned to sail and set his own course. At long last. Just one more ceremony.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2005 19:14:35 GMT
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