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Post by Marcus Brahms on Sept 4, 2007 19:40:38 GMT
The Dark Phoenix dropped from warp less than a million kilometers from Resurrection ..
They came in in a wide arc, Slowing to impulse then almost coming to a dead stop .. This was to allow a thorough scan of surrounding space .. It was conceivable, even a certainty, that there was someone watching the devastation and reporting it back to someone ..
'Cowards' Brahms thought, seething, as he studied the images on the view-screen ..
"Eyes open everyone .. I doubt we are alone here." Marcus said.
He opened a Comm ..
=^= This is the Captain .. We will be arriving at Star base Resurrection in one hour .. Please ensure all preparations for aid have been completed .. Please see your Department Heads for further instructions .. We have a difficult time ahead .. Lets do all we can .... Brahms out =^=
Closing the Comm, he sat silently watching the wounded Star base as she listed dangerously. Hoping someone would be brought to justice for what had happened ..........
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Post by quinndexter on Sept 5, 2007 17:59:39 GMT
Quinn was at his station on the bridge when the Dark Pheonix came out of warp. He had already sent messages to Aaranoch to see if the Aasimar could spare anyone to help and there were a couple of ships on their way.
"Eyes open everyone .. I doubt we are alone here." The Captain said.
Knowing the sort of stealth technology that some races, including his own, had, he knew it was very unlikely they would spot anything without help, and hopefully if the ships on their way over would be able to pinpoint any ships that were hiding, which would lead a long way to repairing the damage to the relationship between the federation and the Aasimar after the events on the Loki.
Just then, Doctor Roquel entered the bridge, as she passed his station, the mainscreen changed to a view of the damage done to Starbase. Seeing the colour drain from her face, Quinn moved over to catch her as she fell, hearing her whisper "Naios" as she fainted.
=^= Bridge to sickbay, we have an unconcious doctor here =^=
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 5, 2007 18:45:45 GMT
Sharon had taken the shuttle back out with everyone still on board and put the shuttle within the transporter range and they beamed the torpedo into deep space, shortly after transport it blew up.
"That was to close for comfort if you ask me." Sharon stated the obvious.
They were just about to turn around when a bright flash of a ship coming out of warp appeared and it was the phoenix they were hailed.
"Dark Phoenix to shuttle Rio grande come in." The voice said.
"Go ahead phoenix, we just did a survey of the damage, and stopped what could have been a lot worse from happening. Could we come aboard in your shuttle bay?" Sharon asked.
'Yes come on aboard shuttle." The voice said.
"Thank you." Sharon said.
She did not think because the list of the station that returning to the stations shuttle bay would be a good idea. She piloted the shuttle landing it in the bay with ease.
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 5, 2007 19:45:59 GMT
The scientist stepped out of the landed shuttle, looking along slowly with a bit of a frown. He then returned to his tricorder, which had now obviously seen better times and needed a bit of coaxing (read slamming against one's paw) to deliver a clear reading.
He looked about for a moment, having set the device for Tellarite life signs. Noticing nothing, he furrowed his brow. Turning back to those that had been in the shuttle with him he gulped.
"More importantly than our assailant, it would seem that something...maybe a cloaked vessel or something of that effect, is generating a great deal of tachyon particles. Do we have a runabout that is suited for tracking such?"
He sighed softly, his ears begining to fold back against his head in a gesture that is generally understood as one of a warlike tendency among Kzinti. He was obviously getting quite angry, though it hadn't taken an Astrometrics Officer to figure that out.
He peered around the corner slowly, as if begining to become suspicious of each and every period of movement that anyone was to make. He started to sigh, something that seemed all too common about himself. Looking about, he looked back down to the tricorder.
This, his combadge was tapped, even though he had only walked a few meters away from the crew. He figured that in the insuing chaos, next to nothing could be heard anyways, so it was probably best to use electronic means of transmitting his message.
Or so he thought. The badge didn't seem to work in this condition so he walked back, moving beside whomever he could find first, "I believe a Jefferies Tube over there contains someone we search for!"
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 5, 2007 20:01:21 GMT
"There is?" Naois limped forward, feeling a throbbing ache in his leg. He held up the phaser he'd taken from the Grande's weapon's locker and motioned Sharon and Rampton forward. "Commander Rampton, stay with Sharon and Tak. I am going to the bridge." He raised an eyebrow at his humanoid and feline companions.
"We boarded Commodore Brahms' vessel. The least I should do is report that we are aboard. Ensign Science, please inform Commander Rampton on what you have found. Ensign Wolf, find that runabout you spoke of and clear its use with Commodore Brahms or Commander Peter Horn. The latter is this vessel's security chief.."
The Vulcanoid left his orders and headed to the bridge on his own. He set one foot on the bridge then froze in the doorway of the turbolift. At the centre of the bridge lay Valeia, her face bloodless as a lieutenant lowered her to the deck. Beside her knelt a tall woman in teal, holding a medical tricorder. "Commodore Brahms, what happened!" he called as he limped forward towards the fallen woman.
Carefully he took her from Quinn and brushed her hair from her face. "Valeia wake up," he whispered urgently, "you are needed here, people need your attention. I need your attention."
His gaze lifted to Brahms, then an unfamiliar Klingon woman and finally to his Vulcan friend, Peter Horn. "What happened?" he repeated, fear and anger audible in his voice.
"Captain, please calm yourself," Horn responded as he kept scanning the ship's surroundings. "Doctor Roquel fainted when she saw the image on our viewscreen. Especially when it was reported the academy levels were completely destroyed."
Naois listened intently. "Commodore do you have any leads yet? I have a science officer with me who has been tracking a certain Tellarite. He is with Commander Rampton now, and he has been remarkably helpful."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 5, 2007 21:04:23 GMT
Engineering was a whirl of activity and for the first time in days Mel felt like she could really concentrate on something.
"Mel, team 3 reports their workbee is ready. Thats everyone," Charlie had yelled at her across engineering.
"Excellent, pow wow folks. Get over here" Mel said, as people began to fall in. "right we are coordinating this the way we talk about an hour ago. Bee 1 flys closest to whats left of the chunk blown off at this location." Mel pointed on the screen at what had been a residential deck. She closed her eyes briefly, swallowed hard. Can't think about what was right now.
"Charley and I have modified it to emit a fast peaked Hadrian wave once its withing 15 parasecs, which should have an effect on the equipment still functioning," she explained patiently. Quinn and security had provided her with an impressive, considering how far away they had been, scan of it earlier and there was still some life in the machines.
"And increase the spin on that thing," Charlie piped up.
"Providing its not detected," someone said. Mel smiled happy someone did ask the right questions.
"Its too small and fast to be detected and besides as communications are being monitored we will be ensuring theres plenty of chatter going on keeping their attention. It should effectively start a chain reaction scrambling the instruments and pushing a whole heap of randon fields around it, spreading out and annoying anyones instruments in the vicinity," Mel added.
"However if there is a cloaked ship in the vicinity, whats going to happen?" she posed a pop quiz. Two engineers managed to advert their eyes but martin looked quietly confident.
"If they are close enough and theres some anti-proton emmisions, start some fireworks maam," he grinned/
Mel nodded at him and smiled. "Let hope we get the firework show then."The sweetner she thought. If they were close enough it would give away a location, if not the field mix would hopefully be big enough to force them to move closer to where they wanted them to be in their net. They wouldn't want to hang about for their ship to suffer from being close enough to what was happening.
She slammed her comm. badge. =^=Bridge. We have all modifyed workbee's ready. Request permission to launch=^=
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 5, 2007 21:22:57 GMT
"Captain, please calm yourself," Horn responded as he kept scanning the ship's surroundings. "Doctor Roquel fainted when she saw the image on our viewscreen. Especially when it was reported the academy levels were completely destroyed."
Naois listened intently. "Commodore do you have any leads yet? I have a science officer with me who has been tracking a certain Tellarite. He is with Commander Rampton now, and he has been remarkably helpful."
K'Nara heard Mel's voice piped through one of the back consoles. "We have not got the time for that now Naois. We need all hands on looking out there. We are about to launch the work bees. I hope you have managed to get the station ready to help with these scans."
The Klingon was in no mood for her weak CMO being fussed over for fainting and a vulcan, friend of Horn seemingly getting emotional. She wanted to get things moving.
"Mr Quinn, ready with the Tachyon scans. Security - coordinate shields with engineering and keep your eyes peeled," she barked at Horn refusing to call him by his name or rank.
"Permission granted," she informed Mel.
occ - okay lets see if this ships gonna make an appearance folks!
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 5, 2007 21:33:27 GMT
He looked up to the Commander, purring for the first time it would seem in his time spent aboard the Starbase. He would nod a bit, awaiting the end of the noise that interrupted his speech. As it went, he looked to the Commander once again.
"The Tellarite Ensign. He is in a Jefferies tube and for that I point out that it is probably either a plant or a trap. Never the less I plan to investigate."
As stubborn as always, the Kzinti scientist moved away from Rampton, before the Commander was able to say another word regarding the situation. With that, the feline lowered himself down the tube, climbing on each of the wrungs with a bit of unadmitted nervousness.
He felt a bit of sweat dripping from his brow and his expressions, though unseen, attempted to hide this. He felt it unbecoming of a Kzinti warrior to feel any fear. Therefore he paid close attention to each detail of his movement, attempting to make it as rounded and as fluid as one could make it.
Never the less, he was very scared.
Finally reaching to one who was below him, he felt something that remotely seemed like hooves reaching around his leg, tearing off his boot and scraping into his leg. He screamed out, dropping his tricorder down the vast tube as he jerked his leg back, blood splattering onto the sidewalls of the engineering access chamber. He attempted to use his combadge once again, finding that it was again out of service.
And with that, his fears began to mount. He looked up gently, squinting his eyes as he flailed his leg. Doing so, he lost his footing, quickly faltering onto whomever had been climbing the latter below him.
In darkness the pair tumbled, landing on a ledge somewhere in the internal structure of the midsection of the starship. He found himself opening his eyes, as well as his nostrils, indicating that he was not totally unconscious. However, he soon felt otherwise as the world around him started to shimmer and quake, his body laying on top of the one below him. With that he felt the entire world in motion stop as he lost control of his faculties.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 6, 2007 4:36:59 GMT
The first thing Valeia saw when she opened her eyes was Naois’ face which caused her to blink in confusion. Her blurred vision began to clear and confirmed she wasn’t seeing things, even though he wasn’t currently looking at her. “Naois!” Valeia cried reviving quickly, and without realizing where they were, practically knocked the Captain completely to the deck as she threw her arms around him.
“Are you alright? Are you ok? I missed you so much! When I saw the screen with the station and the Academy was gone, I thought…I don’t know what I would have done if…” An annoyed sound interrupted Valeia’s speech, causing her to open her eyes and realize the entire bridge crew had stopped what they were doing and were staring at them, including a very annoyed looking Klingon.
Her previously pale face flushed, as the doctor pulled back and jumped to her feet. “Sorry…” Valeia whispered to Naois as she helped him to his feet, feeling terrible since she’d most likely embarrassed him. Not to mention the fact that she’d basically tackled him in front of the entire bridge crew…
As everyone resumed their duties, Valeia waved the nurse who had come to help her away with an “I’m fine.” The woman had a barely suppressed grin on her face as she sent her chief a very pointed, knowing look. The entire medical staff would most likely know before the end of the day, if not the entire ship. Although the doctor actually found that at the moment, since he was ok, she really didn’t care.
“Commodore, my medical staff is prepared to offer assistance to the starbase. I can have teams ready to beam over in ten minutes.” Doctor Roquel informed her commanding officer trying to focus on work again. Valeia’s attention was diverted almost immediately when she saw Naois limping to the security station, although she tried to listen to the Commodore’s response.
<Tag Brahms>
Crossing the bridge to stand next to Naois, Valeia leaned over to quietly tell him, “I’m beaming over to the station in ten minutes to help with the injured. I saw you limping, so I know your leg is still bothering you. I expect to see you in sickbay before I go to make sure you’re alright.”
Glancing at Commander Horn, who appeared to be trying to remain as innocuous as possible, Valeia smiled slightly. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Commander. I expect you to check in as well before I go.”
<Tag Naois, Peter>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 6, 2007 19:50:55 GMT
off: joint post peter and naois
The two Vulcans glanced at eachother before glancing at the chief medical officer. Naois nodded in consent. "I shall be down in sickbay shortly," he promised, offering her a slight smile.
Peter wasn't too thrilled about seeing the doctor on the bridge. "How do you mean, you have not forgotten about me?" he queried, raising an eyebrow at her. "I am fine. I have done nothing but quietly stand here and perform several scans. I have not even been up here for that long and I was going to my quarters as soon as these scans have been completed."
Now, the other Vulcan raised an eyebrow at Peter. "Has she gotten to you too?" he wondered aloud.
"Gotten..?" Peter glanced at both of them in confusion. "Oh...no I was injured. I was attacked and managed to get myself stabbed as a result. Then I...fell and broke my arm."
Naois raised his eyebrow again, seeing a lie when it was spoken. However, seeing the look his friend cast him, he chose not to pursue it. He was apparently protecting someone and it wasn't something he needed to know. "And now she has you on restricted duty." He smiled. "I know that feeling commander, having been there quite recently."
"Ah yes, the shuttle accident with Cadet Rainstar. I heard about that but we were not in any position to enquire after it. I am relieved to see you are all right."
"So is doctor Roquel," Naois beamed at him, while watching Valeia walk off the bridge. "Remarkable woman, and very caring."
"And persistant," Peter groaned as he caught Sheena's hateful look. "And I know just the person who sold me out too."
Naois followed Peter's gaze. "I believe we had better get down to sickbay and get this over with," he suggested, "and then you can promise her once more that you are very needed and that you will personally inform her if you are unwell. You may need to explain to her about that woman...she is out for your blood."
Peter nodded, then flagged for K'Nara's attention. "Ma'am I shall be in sickbay with Captain Mercy. I expect to return shortly." At the Klingon's curt nod - it was obvious she was trying to ignore him altogether - the two Vulcans left the bridge and headed for sickbay.
"Doctor Roquel, we are here as per your orders," Peter announced.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 7, 2007 4:43:49 GMT
Once Valeia entered the turbolift to head back to sickbay, she sagged up against the wall in relief. When the image of the station had come up on the screen, the fear had been completely overwhelming, and after coming to and seeing Naois, the joy had been just as overwhelming. Now that the doctor was alone again, it had begun to sink in just how much of a scene she had made on the bridge. Burying her face in her hands, Doctor Roquel realized she’d be very lucky if she ever lived this down. Not to mention how embarrassed Naois must have been…
Entering sickbay, the group of nurses and doctors preparing med kits stopped their conversation and began sending each other knowing looks. Valeia’s face flushed slightly, but there was too much work to be done to tolerate gossip.
“We’re beaming over to the station to offer medical assistance in ten minutes. I want everyone ready in five. Most of you will end up assisting base staff with the casualties, but they may need a medical team to help at the site of the explosion. If that is the case, Martine, Hill, and Gresler, you’ll be assisting me on site.”
That announcement sent everyone into action and ended any talk other than what was necessary. Jogging quickly into her office, Valeia opened a desk drawer and pulled out a mirror. She looked awful, pale with semi-dark circles under her eyes The Betazoid ran her fingers through her hair, but there was nothing she could do about how tired she looked. Maybe Naois wouldn’t notice…
As if on cue, the doctor heard the doors to sickbay open and moved out to see Naois and Peter enter, as ordered. "Doctor Roquel, we are here as per your orders," Commander Horn announced, looking as annoyed to be there as Naois looked pleased…for a Vulcan of course.
Sending Peter a look, Valeia replied, “Thank you for coming, Commander. I would have wanted to see you here before I left anyway.”
Horn pulled himself up onto the biobed, and Valeia allowed him to before running a few scans. “Your shoulder has inflamed slightly, so try and be careful. I’m giving you an anti-inflammatory, but if you experience any more discomfort, it shouldn’t be too big of a deal to come and get another dose.”
<Tag Peter>
“Ok, you can go back to the bridge, but you’d better take it easy. I’ll know if you haven’t when I get back.” Valeia told him, smiling slightly. It was true, even if it most likely wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Still, Peter nodded in acknowledgement before leaving sickbay as quickly as he could without looking like he was rushing.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 7, 2007 5:16:17 GMT
Once they arrived o the ship. Sharon landed te shuttle and shutdown the power. They walked out and sharon stopped a moment to catch her breath and looked over at the science officer giving him a smile. She liked cats and tak science was interesting and cute. Sharon followed the group as they took Captain Naois to sickbay.
They were in sickbay for awhile when Commander Horn entered. She waited until she could talk to him and approached he glanced up.
"Commander, Ensign Sharon Wolf reporting for duty sir." She said.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 7, 2007 18:58:37 GMT
Peter listened quietly to the lecture he was receiving from the doctor; it was nothing he hadn't figured out for himself already. What did worry him was that his own nano's still weren't functioning up to par. He'd have to discuss this with her at a more appropriate time, and he felt he needed Melanie there as well as nano's weren't exactly organic in make-up.
"Thank you doctor," he replied formally and politely, massaging his injured shoulder, "I shall endeavour to follow your orders to the letter. As I assured you before, I shall inform you myself in the event I feel unwell. My assistant, Miss Evans tends to...jump the gun? She is...shall we say..unorthodox and will stop at nothing to see me thrown off duty so that she can take my place."
Again he nodded and walked out of sickbay, only to be stopped by a young woman wearing ensign's pips. Only when she introduced herself did he recognize her name. "Ah, you must be our new navigator," he acknowledged, "come with me. Commodore Brahms should be on the bridge." He waited for her to catch up with him and together they took the lift to the bridge. "I hear you recently graduated, what was your training mission like?"
A little later, Peter was back at his post, ignoring Sheena's hateful glares as usual. There would come a time when enough would be enough and he'd throw Sheena bodily off the bridge. Even Vulcans could take only so much.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 7, 2007 20:25:05 GMT
Joint Post Between Naois and Valeia
Naois watched his younger friend leave sickbay, then waited until the nurses had returned to their duties and they had some privacy. "And what about me?" he asked, smiling down on her.
"You're next." Valeia replied with a slight smile before motioning for him to get up on the bio bed. "I have to make sure you're alright first. You know that."
"First?" His face was a mask of feigned innocence as he carefully lay down on the bed. He winced ever so slightly as his back touched the bed, but his face didn't betray what he felt. He kept his mental barriers carefully up for now, not wanting to alarm her. "And now?"
Her face flushed slightly, as he'd caught her, but the doctor couldn't think of anything to say in response, so she quickly reached for her tricorder. Scans showed a moderate level of pain in his leg, which caused her to frown. "Naois, how long has your leg been hurting you like this? You shouldn't be in pain."
"Since my training mission with Miss Wolf," he admitted, "something went wrong on the holodeck, beyond my programming I assure you. And I am not in pain; all I suffer is a slight limp, which is tolerable at the moment."
He didn't want her worrying about him, though he wasn't certain what exactly he did want her to do. He gazed up at her, his eyes meeting hers and slowly he let his barriers down. "I did get thrown off my feet during the first explosion, but..." He fell silent. "I am not in pain," he repeated, trying to convince himself too.
Sending him a slightly scolding look, Valeia retrieved 10ccs of Terakine. "I'm the one holding the tricorder, so I know better." she informed him as she administered the drug. "You feel pain, and you go to sickbay, whether I'm there or not. I don't want to have to be worrying about you avoiding doctors when I'm not there to...make sure you're alright." The doctor paused for a moment before adding, "I worry enough about you as it is."
Naois raised an eyebrow at her, before reaching for her hand, stalling it. "You need not worry about me Valeia," he promised, "and I did not have time to go to sickbay. My station is under attack, my office is destroyed and hundreds of my staff have been killed. All I wanted was to see whether you were all right, even though I needed to report to Commodore Brahms. I am going with you to the station. Aside from its commander, I am also one of the senior counselors. Surely you cannot argue the logic in that?"
The mention of his staff being killed caused her hand to start shaking in his, though she tried to stop it on her own. "You're...still injured...what if..." Valeia tried to argue, torn between the idea of keeping him near and keeping him as safe as possible.
"I do what I need to do, just as you do what you need to do," Naois retorted, closing his fingers around hers and squeezed them gently. He pulled her closer and made her sit on the bed. "I cannot hide here in sickbay when my crew is out there, dying. I need to find who is out to destroy my station and kill everyone on it. I am always careful, even though you may believe otherwise through my most recent experiences." He pulled her even closer and cupped her face with his other, free hand then closed his eyes briefly. "Do you trust me?"
Naois was right of course. The doctor had known he was right even when she'd tried to argue. "Of course I trust you...I just worry. And you're right. I...I know you need to do your job. I'm sorry. I just don't know what I'd do if something happened to you." Valeia's hand reached out to trace his face, her eyes showing just how worried she had been for him.
"You would move on," Naois remarked, "you would continue to do your job. However, I have no intention of having anything happen to me. I intend to live a long and happy life." This time, he smiled up at her. "Preferably with you."
Valeia had reacted strongly to his first statement but had calmed as he continued, even smiling slightly with him as he finished before growing serious again. "I would be devastated. Don't you know that? You put your life at risk, and it's just like putting mine at risk. And I'd rather not risk losing a long, happy life with you."
Again, Naois smiled. "And how, do you think, that I feel, with you out there, risking your life on a starship?" He paused as he reached up and kissed her fondly. "Risk is part of our business my dear, we shall have to deal with it accordingly. Now, are you done poking and prodding me?" He winced as she actually did prod him, but it wasn't a wince of pain. "Not that literally..."
Sighing, Valeia leaned up against him, carefully so as not to hurt him. "You're right...again... You just don't have to worry about me avoiding doctors." she replied, grinning up at him slightly before leaning back against him.
"Before I came here, the only person I was close to lived in a tiny town in Nebraska, the furthest place from danger you can imagine. I'm not used to worrying like this, but I will learn to adjust. And your recent injuries haven't helped any. You need to stop being so accident prone." Valeia added before moving to tickle him. She stopped herself quickly, remembering he was still hurt.
"I am not accident prone," he retorted, "I have managed to avoid accidents just fine before a cadet chose to pancake my shuttle on Resurrection's hull. My medical record speaks for itself." He didn't like where the discussion was going, so he sat up and took her by the hand. "And I am not avoiding doctors, especially not this particular doctor." He held his breath as her fingers prodded into his sides, tensing his abdominal muscles in response to her tickling. "I love you Valeia," he finally blurted out, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of green as heads turned their way upon hearing him proclaim his love for her.
Smirking at his statement that he wasn't avoiding her, she had gently checked his sides, just to make sure she hadn't hurt his ribs. His sudden statement caught her off guard, and his immediate blush surprised her further. As she noticed the nurses, she gave them a pointed glare that sent them scurrying to finish their preparations elsewhere, before turning back to Naois.
He looked so cute, all green in the face, that she'd almost giggled but quickly realized that wouldn't go over well. Instead, Valeia gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Naois." she'd managed to whisper, before gently tracing his ear with her finger, something she'd secretly been wanting to do since leaving Resurrection.
Naois sighed then caught her hand. "Not here," he whispered back. "Perhaps we should find somewhere more...private?"
Valeia sighed as well. "I have to beam over in..." glancing quickly at the chronometer she added. "...four minutes. I'm already a minute behind when I told my staff to be ready." The doctor leaned away from Naois slightly to see a group of nurses clustered around the doorway, though they scattered when they saw her.
Sighing again, Valeia sent him a wry smile. “Duty calls.” she said smiling before giving him a very quick kiss and hopping down from the bio bed. Her entire medical staff would apparently need to be talked to, later. Right now, it was time to leave.
Grabbing her own med kit, Valeia ushered her team out the door, waving and blowing a kiss to Naois on her way out. She felt better now than she had the entire time they’d been apart, and for now, work would help distract her from worrying. At least she hoped it would.
Naois watched her go, and felt a pang of sadness as he had to let her go and do her job. He would rest for a few minutes, before going back to the bridge and inform Commodore Brahms that he had to return to the station to join his counselors.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Sept 8, 2007 8:28:50 GMT
The scan was going slowly .. Not because they were taking their time, far from it. They didn't want to leave a square meter unchecked. 'If' someone was here, Brahms wanted him, AND his ship ! Valeia had impressed Brahms with her methodical effort to help. He had given her carte blanche to do all that was necessary .. She had already arranged for cargo-bay one to be configured for the placement of injured that could withstand beam out from the Star base, while co-ordinating the medics on Resurrection ... His crew were working hard, as always, and again he felt that 'tinge' of pride as he watched them carrying out the work they were highly trained for ... Meeting his new Navigation Officer, he threw her in at what he now considered 'the deep end', Explaining that he wanted a through scan of the area around Resurrection, telling her to use whoever she needed to help .. Sharon took the Helm and asked the young Ensign moving aside for her, to man the short-range scans .. Then she got to work ... ~~~~~~~~~~=^= But we will be detected ! ... I cannot afford to be foun ...... =^=
=^= YOU .. Will stay where you are .. What you can .. Or cannot 'afford' is of no concern to me .. You have been paid and paid well for your assistance .. DO NOT think that if you decide .. Unwisely I might add .. To leave the area .. We will find you .. When we do you will suffer my wrath =^= the female said. the menace in her voice chilling the Captain to the core.
=^= You must allow me to mov ...... =^=
=^= Where is the Dark Phoenix now ! =^= she again interrupted, rapidly tiring of the puny little man.
=^= They are not yet scanning the area we are in =^=
=^= Then drop your shields .. Move the ship SLOWLY and position yourself directly beneath the Star base .. Move to within twenty meters of the structure then de-activate every and all non-essential systems .. I will contact you soon =^=
The Comm went dead once again, he hated himself for the situation he now found himself, and his loyal crew in, but she was right, he had been paid, more than he could have imagined, and so, after a moments hesitation, the Captain gave the order to take the ship back into what he wryly called the lions den .. A very apt phrase he'd heard a human utter one day ... Within the hour, un-detected, they were below Resurrection .. Close, so close in fact that the twenty meters had become a mere four once they had halted .. He was certain he would not be found here, and for the first time, began to relax somewhat ..... ~~~~~~~~~~The Ensign using the short-range scans, thought for a micro-second that he'd seen something, but tiredness was now getting the better of him, and after only a cursory double-check, he decided to dismiss the spike on-screen as a glitch ... A decision that could well come back to haunt him .......... < tag : All >
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Mike Rampton
USS Dark Phoenix
Commander
It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Sept 8, 2007 15:42:13 GMT
Leaving the Dark Phoenix in one of her shuttles, he flew back to the Star base .. Closing on the gaping wound in her side, he maneuvered the shuttle toward what would have been the observation lounge ..
As he neared, he relayed information on the outer structure of the 'base, and began the grim task of locating the fatalities that had perished in the vacuum of space .. He was so intent on his task, moving the shuttle closer and closer to Resurrection, that he jumped as the proximity warning began to sound ...
Halting the shuttles momentum, he checked and double checked the proximity reading. But couldn't find anything out of place .. 'That is just not right' he thought to himself as he rotated the shuttle through three hundred and sixty degrees .. Nothing was visible, apart from the debris from the explosion, and he was certain that that would not cause the warning to sound .. But, something did, he was sure of that ...
His train of thought was interrupted by the Comm ..
=^= Brahms to Rampton =^=
=^= Go ahead Commodore =^=
=^= Resurrection are attempting to beam the dead into a controlled area to carry out postmortems .. How many more do you think will be recoverable without full targeting sensors ? =^=
Mike looked at the hole, it was massive in comparison to the small runabout he was in ..
=^= Stand-by Commodore i'm re-configuring my sensors now .. I'm going to move into the 'base itself through the fracture .. There's going to be some people in there i'm sure =^=
Marcus waited patiently as Rampton took the runabout inside Resurrection .. He didn't want to hurry the man, there was, after all, no need. Anyone outside was beyond help .. Minutes passed the the Comm came to life ..
=^= Sir .. I'm inside the blast area .. My God ! .. It's taken out three full decks .. My scams indicate twenty one bodies .. Resurrection can use my targeting co-ordinates for transport =^=
=^= Thank you Commander .. Don't hang around in there too long .. The possibility of further collapse could catch you off guard .. Brahms out =^=
Mike watched as the Star base began to beam people from the airless void. But once the area was clear, he couldn't bring himself to leave .. He edged forward in the shuttle until he could see a plaque on one of the bulkheads, and realized suddenly that it was the dedication plaque presented to the training wing by Admiral O'Shasserra. He was literally in his own office, or what was his office only a few hours ago ..
With a determined look on his face, he set to work .. Twenty five minutes later, he was on his way back to the Phoenix ..
The dedication plaque was on the seat at his side ..........
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 8, 2007 18:33:05 GMT
Sharon met the Captain, who immediately put her to work. She took over at helm and assisted in doing the scans of the area, she caught something but was gone before she could get a fix on it.
"Commodore all short range scans show nothing, but I did catch something almost like a sensor ghost, it was there briefly then gone." She said.
Something about this just felt wrong.
"Commodore permission to send out a class 2 probe maybe it might help in our search?" She asked.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 9, 2007 21:04:33 GMT
Materializing just outside Resurrection’s main sickbay was like appearing in an entirely different universe. The smell of smoke permeated everything, and the lights were lowered and flickered almost continuously. The doors to sickbay almost never closed as people rushed in and out in a steady succession. Valeia’s senses were immediately slammed with the fear and panic of those on the station, but she pushed the emotions back as best she could to focus on her job.
As her team entered sickbay, the atmosphere became more frenzied as the injured moaned and the medical staff spoke rapidly in hushed tones. Several of her staff began to spread out almost instantly seeking the injured who appeared to need the most help. Valeia’s instincts were to do the same, but locating the person in charge had to come first in this case. Recognizing a Lt. Commander giving orders left and right as the one in charge, the doctor approached him.
“Doctor Roquel, CMO of the Phoenix, reporting in, Sir. We’re here to assist you. I’ve set up a cargo bay on the Phoenix as another triage center to provide some relief.” she reported and noted the extremely relieved look on the man’s face.
“Good. I’ll inform the transporter rooms. Our own triage centers are filling up.” he replied before ordering a nearby officer to pass on the information for him.
“Where’s Doctor Donolly?” Valeia asked both for her own information and so she could tell Naois when she got the chance.
“At the explosion site with a small team.” the Commander replied as he glanced through and approved several reports on pads. “In fact, he may need some help, and we’re swamped. I can’t spare…”
“Understood, I’m on my way.” Valeia interrupted, clearly seeing he had more important things to worry about than finishing a sentence. He seemed relieved as he almost immediately turned away to give new orders to a nearby nurse.
The three nurses she had indicated would come with her under these circumstances were waiting behind her when she turned around and followed her wordlessly to the door. To the rest of her team nearby, Valeia ordered, “The rest of you spread out. There are sickbays and triage centers throughout the base. Go where you’re most needed. Check in with that officer there. He will let you know where he believes you would make the most difference.”
As she grew closer to the site of the explosion, Valeia became more aware of the people still alive, trapped and injured beneath the debris. Somehow interference from the explosion must have been preventing everyone from getting beamed out, and compassion for those still missing nearly overwhelmed her for a moment.
Rounding a corner Valeia froze at the sight before her. The mess of beams and walls extended before her like a battlefield. The ceiling was gone, merging with the two decks above into a huge pile of debris. Security and medical officers worked together, carefully searching through the burnt metal for anyone who might have survived. To the right, were neat lines of those pulled from the ruble too late covered with white sheets.
Flinching slightly at the sight, Valeia turned her attention to Donolly, who was at the edge of the debris giving orders to a security officer. His back was to her, and Valeia crossed over coming from behind him. “Doctor?”
The older man turned at the sound of her voice, surprise evident on his face. “Valeia? When did you get here? Naois, is he…?”
“He’s fine. I just saw him on the Phoenix.” Valeia replied before wincing. The man was clearly in some pain. “You’re injured…”
Grimacing slightly, the older doctor sighed. “Forgot you were Betazoid, but yes, I’m just a little bit sore. I…tripped…”
Valeia frowned as he was lying, but let it go. Naois’ friend seemed to be moving alright, but she would check him later. Right now, they had more important things to do. “What can I do to help?” she asked.
“Treat the people we pull out. But I want you to stay out of there.” Donolly ordered indicating the pile of debris. “It’s not safe in there yet, and you get hurt on my watch and a certain Vulcan will have my head.” he added grinning slightly.
“I can take care of myself.” Valeia stated stubbornly. Although she took the warning seriously, if there were people who needed her help, she wouldn’t hesitate to climb in after them. No need to tell Donolly that though…
Just then, a security and medical officer made their way out of the destruction carrying a badly injured woman, who was screaming in pain, followed by another security officer helping another injured man. Their conversation forgotten, the two doctors immediately moved to help.
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 10, 2007 5:57:19 GMT
The Kzinti had been unconscious for quite some time, as did the Tellarite. As he came to, he first checked his own pulse, squinting his eyes as he did the same to the porcine creature whom still seemed to be knocked out. Though Kzinti tradition would call for him to force the other awake and preform ritualistic combat despite their injuries, Starfleet protocol would call for far different measures.
He took a bit of time arousing himself up and out of his slump so that he could lay the body of the other over his shoulder and, with a grunt, lift the pair up. Climbing down on uneasy footing towards a few more rungs, he found that ironically they had landed near an engineering access panel. He stepped out into it, noting that there was no one around.
However, he did note that there was an anti-grav unit in the vicinity. Throwing the Tellarite onto it, he activated the futuristic push cart to allow him to move the portly one into the nearest turbolift. Due to his condition, this small trek would seem like an eternity.
Begrudgingly, he accepted where he needed to be going as the doors slid closed behind the pair. "Computer, sickbay..." He took a deep breath, fearing that one of his ribs might be broken judging by the way that his lungs felt. This even intensified, despite the inertial dampers, as he rose steadily in the turbolift car.
Finally the doors would open into the medical area, him 'wheeling' the turbolift into with a huff, setting it down unceremoniously. This having been done he collapsed into a pile on the floor, wholly exhausted. However, it would be best if someone were to keep him awake for the time being.
By keeping his mind occupied, however, he was able to remain conscious.
The feline scientist was quite pleased to be out of all of that, though he was hardly pleased to have to complete a report regarding what had gone on during the condition. With that mundane aspect of his job out of the way in his mind anyways, he purred, stretching gently in a manner that he would never express had it not been for this.
He continued to try to focus on such, rather inane, thoughts to avoid what always seemed forever more inevitable.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 11, 2007 9:49:40 GMT
“He’s stable! Get him to the beam out coordinates!” Doctor Roquel shouted over the noise. As two officers, Valeia couldn’t tell who or what kind since they were practically covered in dust, retrieved her former patient to get him beamed to a triage center or sickbay, the doctor moved on to her next patient. She’d been there for hours, working on one patient after another. Several hadn’t made it, but the Betazoid hadn’t really had the time to dwell on the losses yet.
Wiping her hands on a uniform that looked like it had been through several wars, Valeia moved slightly closer to the pile of debris, where a female officer was groaning. Kneeling on the ground to run a tricorder over the woman, the doctor detected broken ribs and severe internal bleeding that needed to be stabilized before she was moved or beamed out.
Valeia reached for the osteo-regenerator and caught Donolly watching her…yet again. Sighing in frustration, the doctor turned back to her patient and began healing the broken ribs. The older doctor had been watching her like a hawk, and it was beginning to get on her last nerve. She wasn’t some child that needed looking after; she was a grown woman, a doctor.
The patient was stable enough to move, although they would need to be careful. Signaling to another team of officers, Valeia ordered, “She’s stable for now, but be careful not to jostle her too badly.” The two men nodded, as they carefully transferred the woman to a gurney and carried her away. Glancing down at her blood stained uniform, the doctor wiped her forehead with the back of a hand, glad that she’d thought to put her hair up securely before they’d arrived.
Just then, a security officer tapped her on her shoulder causing her to turn to face him. “Ma’am, we’ve got a man trapped. We’re trying to get him out, but I don’t know if he’s going to last that long.” the officer shouted to her.
Glancing quickly over her shoulder at Donolly, who hadn’t noticed and appeared busy for the moment, Valeia turned back determined. “Show me where he is.” she yelled over the noise before throwing her med kit over her shoulder and then following the man onto the edge of the pile and into the cloud of dust.
He never turned back, but simply led the way, and the doctor struggled to keep up with him while dealing with her heavy med kit. “At least he treats me like a professional...” she grumbled to herself before gasping as she sliced her left hand on a protruding piece of jagged metal that she had reached for to steady herself.
Pressing the hand against the side of her uniform to help stop the bleeding and quietly scolding herself for being careless, she was relieved it hadn’t been deep. Climbing onto a pile of ruble with a med kit proved to be more difficult than Valeia had initially assumed, and she stumbled and tripped several times while trying to keep up, though she was more careful and caused no further injuries to herself.
After what felt like forever, the officer stopped and shouted, “He’s over here!”
Hurrying towards him, stumbling once more in the process, Valeia finally knelt down next to the severely wounded man, a Vulcan. The man whom she had followed yelled down to her. “We’re going to try and move the beam that has him pinned while you work, so try and stay down and keep your eyes open.”
“Be careful and move slowly.” Valeia shouted back. “The beam may be putting pressure on an open wound.” The man nodded, and he and two others began to try and move the beam, as the doctor turned back to her new patient. “I’m Doctor Roquel. I’m going to keep you alive until we can get you out of here. What’s your name?” she asked as she began to scan for injuries.
“Reval.” the Vulcan answered the strain of fighting the pain clear on his face and in his voice. The scans showed massive hemorrhaging and his lower body had been completely crushed. All she could do with the beam on his chest was administer some medicine for the pain, which she did.
Relief flooded his features for a brief moment before his control slipped back in. “Thank you.” Reval acknowledged, and Valeia nodded in response before glancing back up to see if any progress was being made on the beam.
No progress was being made, and the officer noticing her attention on him shouted to her. “We’ve almost got it.”
Leaning back down to Reval, Valeia gently squeezed his free hand. “You’ll be free soon, ok? Then we’ll get you out of here and eventually to a triage center.” She sent him a reassuring smile, and he merely nodded in response as the beam began to move slowly but surely off of him and away.
The ship seemed to groan as the beam was pushed clear, and a dust began to sprinkle down on them. Immediately covering him from any falling debris before moving to check on her patient, Valeia found that with the lack of pressure from the beam, he was bleeding out very quickly, and pieces of debris had been pushed through his skin and deeper into his tissue.
The doctor fumbled quickly for her dermal regenerator to close the wounds as best she could, but she could see the color draining further from his face. “Stay with me, Reval. Fight through this.” she ordered as she tried desperately to repair enough of the damage to keep him alive, but it was no use.
A few moments later and the light slipped from his eyes even as she felt the life leave his mind, and he was gone. After running her fingers over his eyes to close them, Valeia leaned back feeling dejected before eventually staggering to her feet to stand over what was left of Reval. “You did the best you could, Ma’am.” the man she had followed offered as the other two men moved away.
“Valeia!” The doctor spun around to found Donolly a few feet away. “I thought I said that you weren’t to come in here! It’s not safe for you! You need to leave!”
Emotions on overload, Valeia glared at him angrily and crossed her arms. “I’m a doctor, and someone needed me. You don’t need to babysit me! I can ta…”
The next thing she knew, Donolly was hurtling towards her and they both went flying, slamming into a semi-clear section of deck a few feet away. Everything was shaking and a virtual shower of dust and debris rained down on them. A piece of something struck Valeia in the head but did not render her unconscious.
Coughing hard, her lungs filled with dust, Valeia carefully sat up to find Donolly lying right next to her coughing as well. Glancing back to where she had been standing, the younger doctor gasped to find a huge section of bulkhead had come down where she had been just moments earlier and completely crushed not only her former patient but the officer who had led her to him.
Swallowing hard, Valeia glanced back to Donolly who had rolled over and was looking at her now. Neither spoke for a moment as their eyes met and communicated the realization of what might have happened if he hadn’t come.
Feeling a mixture of guilt and gratitude, Valeia sent Donolly a sheepish look. “Uh….there’s no real need to tell Naois about this…is there?” she asked.
Glaring back at her, the older doctor shrugged. “Haven’t made up my mind yet.” he replied evasively as he pulled himself to his feet groaning and grasping his side. “Are you alright?” he asked before helping her to her feet.
Coughing lightly, Valeia accepted his help and nodded. “I’m fine, but are you alright?” she asked indicating the side he was holding.
The older man grimaced before answering. “Just got the wind knocked out of me, but it’s better than what would have happened to me if I hadn’t.” he retorted sending her another pointed glare before grabbing her arm. “Now come on. Let’s get out of here.” Nodding in agreement, Valeia accepted his help once more as they moved to leave.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 11, 2007 18:38:51 GMT
Sharon was given permission to send out a probe, her fingers flew across the board, setting the programming and the coordinates and hit the go and the probe was launched. The probe floated to wards the station making its way Through the debris, she fed all relevant data as it came in to tactical. She watched it then as if it never existed it disappeared and then there was a flash. "Lieutenant, Seems we have guests here, the probe found something before it was destroyed." Sharon said. She waited, but set coordinates in just in case Dexter wanted to investigate further. (OOC: The modification is of personnel only Sharon, as Lt Dexter has the Bridge and not Brahms)
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 11, 2007 18:56:56 GMT
Peter had returned to the bridge after being released to his duties by the chief medical officer. He had wanted to go to the holodeck to start practicing with his bat'leth again, but that seemed wholly out of the question now. The Pheenix was on yellow alert, their main viewscreen fixed on the tilting station. Frowning, the Vulcan stared at the screen while roughly shoving his assistant out of the way. From her shocked expression, Peter guessed that she wasn't too pleased to see him back on the bridge.
~too bad~ he thought grimly as his hands flew over his console. He cast an appreciative smile at a yeaoman who was thoughtful enough to slide a seat over to him. He was still too weak in his bad leg to remain standing still for long periods of time. He could walk without problems now, he could even jog for a short distance, but standing still was still quite a strain.
"I am reading a collapse on the starbase," he reported, after he was alerted by one of the probes sent out, "several decks have lost support as the blast took away the support beams. I am getting more reports of casualties, and structural integrity continues to fail."
He glanced up at the Klingon first officer. "We need to start beaming people from the adjoining area's," he suggested, "if we wish to avoid more casualties we should start transporting now. We can transport to the Phoenix or to safe area's on the starbase." The glare he received made him realise that perhaps it wasn't the wisest course of action to address the Klingon, but since Brahms was in his readyroom...he had no other choice.
"Ma'am," Sheena piped in, looking furious, "he shouldn't..."
"Sheena, I have had just about enough of your insubordination," Peter suddenly snapped at her, stalling her hand as she reached for his console to override him. "I am the chief tactical and security officer and you are my assistant. Doctor Roquel released me to my duties as my expertise is needed in this crisis. And until this crisis is over, you are going to have to deal with it one way or the other. I know you have been vying for my position, but with this behaviour, you will not even get a recommendation for a promotion."
He glared at her and she staggered back in response, fear showing in her eyes. Part of the fear was a hint he planted there, part was her own fear and part was actually Peter's fear. As she turned her back on him, he cringed slightly and quickly reinstated his mental shields as firmly as possible. Anyone on the bridge would've felt his sudden rage at the woman's constant attempts to thwart him in doing his job. "Commander?" Peter signaled K'Nara, "your orders ma'am?"
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 11, 2007 19:39:31 GMT
"Start transporting people to the phoenix," K'Nara barked her eyes narrowed in anger at the behaviour of her security staff.
"Quinn, get a report from Mel and her teams on the station. I want to know the new damage. Keep doing the scans. Re-do the scans. Get the doctor back on here and completely evaculate that station. That ship is out there, I can feel it in my blood. Its watching, laughing at us and toying with us," she sniffed. She could feel battle looming in the air. Soon, definietly soon.
"You two, both in the meeting room NOW," she pointed at Sheena and Horn. "Mr Quinn you have the bridge." Everyones eyes watched as she frogmarched them both.
The doors to the meeting swished open, K'Nara striding in, in quick measured steps. She whirled round her arms folded. It was bad enough Horn had murdered her husband but she was not putting up with this behaviour on her watch. However this she could deal with and effectively be allowed to vent her anger.
"You," she bellowed at Horn, "You do NOT push another officer physically on the bridge."
"You," she turned her attention to Sheena, "You do NOT go behind your superiors back and alert the doctor to come make a house call. That was dishonorable." Her eyes flashed dangerously. Since loosing Connor she was clinging to her belief in honor tightly.
"BUT most of all you do NOT for the sake of Kahless bring your dishonorable behaviour onto my watch and parade it on the bridge for all and sundrey to see. If you have an issue you work it out privately and DO NOT let it interfere during a crisis situation. ANYMORE of this and I will personally relieve both of you from duty. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" She was shaking in anger, could feel a pair of her daggers strapped to her inner arm. She could so easily whip them both out and show them the Klingon way of dealing with things there and then, especially Horn but she did not. The wave of anger did however hit Horn. It could not be missed.
She didn't give either of them chance to respond. "Now you work together and you . . . find . . . . .me . . . . . that . . . . cloaked ship." She turned on her heels and left them facing each other both red faced.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 11, 2007 19:58:39 GMT
Naois, too, had returned to the station and he immediately felt the difference between Resurrection in it's current state and the Dark Phoenix. The air had grown thinner as most of it was being vented into space where bulkheads had collapsed and forcefields had failed to activate. He felt as though he was lighter due to the reduced gravity, but he was still able to move about at rapid speed. More rapid, in fact, than when gravity would've been normal.
He froze as he reached the disaster area, where most of his counseling staff were already busy with talking to survivors. His gaze went over the desperation and devestation that was plain to see before him and he swallowed a few times. One of the counselors spotted him and offered a small smile. "Captain Mercy, you shouldn't be here," he said as he approached his boss. "You are injured and in no condition to talk to these people now. Especially not since you are a survivor who is possibly in need of counseling."
Naois returned the weak smile with one of his own. "No I need to be here," he answered weakly, "this is...was my home. These people need someone from the command staff to be here for them."
"But not you." Lieutenant David Royce retorted, "you've been through enough. You got smashed against this station's hull, you crashed a shuttle on a holodeck with malfunctioning safeties, you barely escaped death in the second explosion. Had you not left just then, you would've been killed and you know that."
Naois acquieced and nodded silently. "I cannot let this grief get to me," he argued, "I am a counselor, my place is here."
Shaking his head, Royce tapped his combadge. "Computer, lock on to Captain Mercy's combadge and transport him to the safe zone."
Naois opened his mouth to respond but before he could say anything, he suddenly found himself on one of the station's top levels, trying to keep his balance as the deck was tilted at a very odd angle. Seconds later, three more people were beamed in. He blinked as he recognized two of them. "Valeia! Antoine!" he exclaimed as he rushed forward to assist Valeia in lowering a clearly injured Dr Donolly to the deck. "What happened?" he demanded as he shook her by the shoulders to get her attention.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 11, 2007 20:05:59 GMT
"Dark Phoenix to D'BrooNi. Mel report please" Quinn Dexter said taking the command seat as he watched the XO disappear with a worried glance.
The response he got was a little fuzzy. He could hear hissing in the background. " . . . . . not going to .. . . . . can't contain it . . . . spin . . . . . "
"Try clean that up," he barked at communications. They had no luck.
"fanning out to try . . . . . .. keep blowing . . . . . ."
"Mel we are evacuating. Get your teams back here." Quinn said firmly hoping she heard it. The transporter rooms would be busy with the evacuee's. Mel and her teams would either have to get the workbees back to the ship or piggyback beam on them.
"Acknowledged," Mel practically yelled at her friend. Luckily they could hear everything their end. "Charlie, pack it up and start sending people back." Another conduit blew, rancid smoke blowing fast in her face.
She jumped, her environmental suit hitting the one next too her. Enough was enough. They couldn't halt the spin or get the gravity in the affected areas back enough to even try ressurect some of the systems. She hated admitting defeat but Luckily the Phoenix had taken that decision from her.
Meanwhile in sickbay, one Ian Brooks was fed up of resting and womdering what was going on. In some ways he could be as bad as his girlfriend. Ian slipped out, away from Valeia's watchful eye and Harley who was seemingly over run with people beaming in.
Unfortunately on the medication he was on, his head was throbbing rather and he was suffering some disorientation. Ian thinking he was on route to one of the security sections stumbled into an area not recognised. Then he fell over something.
Groaning and swearing his hand groped outwards and brushed against something remarkably soft yet bulky. He pulled himself up, his vision blurring again. Okay now he had decided this was a bad idea. He was looking at a life sized cat in a uniform. "Dam drugs," he muttered, climbing to his feet again and deciding to admit defeat when the being infront of him made some sort of whelping noise.
Hallucination or no hallucination, Ian could recognise a sound of pain when he heard one. He stumbled back out to the nearest intersection of the cooridor and yelled out. "Help. Theres an injured person here." He figured if he was hallucinating then he would no doubt wake up back in his bed, one Harley Horn furious at him.
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Post by quinndexter on Sept 11, 2007 20:32:18 GMT
"Mr Quinn you have the bridge."
Alot had been happening over the last few hours, the constant stream of people being beamed to and from the ship, the constant scanning of the surrounding area, to no real result so far, the tech teams trying to do what they can to stabilise the station and even the on board politics blowing up, with K'nara disappearing with Horn and Sheena, probably to discipline them, and quite rightly so.
Just about managing to get in contact with D'BrooNi and her team, he had ordered them back to the ship following K'naras orders to evacuate.
"Sir, two Aasimar ships have arrived and are offering their assistance." An ensigh reported.
"Thank you, tell them that we need scanning for a cloaked ship, one that seems to be beyond Starfleets current detection capabilities, and if they can help with the evacuation and medical side of thigs too."
"Seems we have guests here, the probe found something before it was destroyed." Sharon reported.
"Send the co-ordinates over to the Aasimar ships and prepare weapons to fire."
"Aasimar ship reports that there is a ship there, they cannot tell by design though, seems to be mercenary, they're sending the scan data over now."
"Thank you, fire a warning shot, then send the cloaked ship this message 'power down now, do not power up weapons or shields or make any attempt to escape. If you co-operate we may spare you'" He knew they needed to get to the bottom of who had sent them.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Sept 11, 2007 22:19:30 GMT
The meeting, held in secret on Cestus III, was going less than well .. She had been fighting to prevent one of the party leaving ..
The Romulan, disgraced on the Home-World, but still retaining a substantial personal wealth, was one of the backers of this little venture, as she chose to call it .. 'Not essential, but better to have the backing than find ourselves wanting' she thought, fuming inside at Romulan arrogance ! .. She managed to persuade the Romulan to sit, though obviously unhappy .. Several times, she had made promises, now seemed to time to fulfill one of those promises ..
"The Human Star-base has suffered greatly .. As I stated." she began, moving round the table.
"But you guaranteed us we would see the Feder ....." one of the other's began, before she silenced him with a glare ..
"The Star-base is yet to suffer her final moments .. THAT I WILL guarantee ! .. There is yet another device that is set to ......"
At that moment, she was interrupted, nervously, by one of her aides .. He spoke quietly to her for a moment, then withdrew, taking care not to turn his back on the woman ..
She grinned .. Almost breaking out in a full-blown laugh, as she halted behind the Romulan .. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she nodded to herself before speaking again ..
"My couriers have arrived .. We now have the device I have been waiting for ...."
All the while, as she was talking, she was almost caressing the Romulan, but with a move that no-one, least of all the Romulan could have seen, let alone reacted to, she thrust three needle-sharp claws through the seated woman's head .. They protruded some thirty centimeters from the other side, blood dripping slowly on the Romulans tunic .. Everyone else round the table began to stand, then instantly thought better of the move .. They sat in total silence ... Slowly withdrawing the claws, she wiped them on the dead woman's chest, before letting her lifeless body fall to the floor .. They waited for her to speak ..
"The Ferengi I commissioned to brin ...." holding up a hand to silence the startled voices before they could protest, "The Ferengi have brought me the weapon I promised to deliver .. They are .. As all Ferengi .. In total ignorance of what they carry .. Or what it will do once delivered .. It has TEN THOUSAND times the destructive power of our previous 'surprise' .. We have paid well for this weapon .. As has our 'former' colleague .. But now is the time for you to decide .. Do we send the Ferengi and our weapon to their final destination ?"
One by one, the people around the table nodded silently .. The females grin grew, to a broad smile as she picked up and raised the arm of the dead Romulan ...
"We are unanimous then !" she said, then turned to the aide, "Beam half of the payment to their ship .. Inform them that the remainder will be delivered on receipt of the 'package' .. Impress on them that IF it is scanned .. Or tampered with in ANY way .. We WILL know .. They will then forfeit the remainder of the payment !"
Five minutes later, the Aide returned .. With no need for secrecy now, he spoke freely ...
"The Ferengi vessel is en-route .. They will reach Earth in Seven days !" ..........
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 12, 2007 9:34:30 GMT
Almost at the edge of the pile, Donolly began to cough more violently, and Valeia had to nearly carry him the rest of the way. Fortunately a nearby security officer had noticed her struggling and had come to help them. Once clear, the older doctor tried to remain standing even though he was coughing so hard he could barely manage to stay on his feet. Eventually, he gave up and sat on the deck.
The medical tricorder indicated multiple broken ribs and internal bleeding. Feeling absolutely horrible, Valeia tried to fight back tears. “I am so sorry. This is all my fault. If I’d just listened to you and stayed out here you never would have...”
“No…” he argued between coughing fits. “I was hurt before, crushed by falling debris earlier when I was treating a patient. That’s why I didn’t want you going in there. I knew it was too dangerous to risk…you…” His words were cut off with another more serious coughing fit, requiring an injection of Pulmozine.
Despite that information, Valeia continued to feel guilty. “I’m still sorry….very sorry. You need to be beamed out. If you get any worse it will be all my fault, and I couldn’t bear it… And Naois would hate me and…”
“I told you this isn’t your fault,” Donolly interrupted, trying to calm her down. “And you couldn’t do anything that would make him hate you. He’s crazy about…”
Once he started coughing again, Valeia’s mind was made up. “That’s it. You’re getting beamed out of here.” she ordered, determinedly. He tried to protest, but the younger doctor wouldn’t hear of it.
“You don’t come with my right now, and I’m going straight back in there.” Valeia stated, crossing her arms. In truth, she was now far too scared to even think about going back, but it was the only thing she could think of that might work.
Grumbling, Donolly let her help him to his feet. “Fine, I’ll come, but this might just mean I tell him what happened, and he won’t be very happy with you.”
“I thought he was crazy about me.” Valeia retorted as she helped him along.
“Exactly why he wouldn’t be happy with you if I tell him you didn’t listen to me and risked your life like that.” Donolly sent back before succumbing to another coughing fit. This time, he nearly collapsed to the deck, and he began to cough spots of blood. Yet another security officer noticed and came to her aid, and with his help, they were soon at the beam out site.
Shortly after rematerializing, Donolly lost consciousness began to sink to the deck. Several doctors rushed over to help, as well as Naois, whose presence surprised Valeia for a moment. Although she felt even guiltier for thinking it, her first thought was how terrible she must look, completely covered in dust. Not to mention the still bleeding cut on her forehead and sliced palm.
As she struggled for what to say that wouldn’t get her in trouble or upset him any further, Naois seemed to take her silence for shock and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “What happened?” he demanded.
Stunned by his harsh words and actions and already exhausted and stressed, Valeia could not handle Naois yelling at her and struggled to remain in control. Her lower lip trembling and her eyes filling with tears, she tried to reply but was far too upset to manage anything more coherent than a few singular, disjointed words.
The Captain seemed to realize his mistake, but as his expression changed and his grip on her shoulders lessened, it was already too late and the doctor burst into tears turning some the dust on her face into trails of mud.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 13, 2007 3:11:07 GMT
Sharon continued watching the scans but nothing changed.
"Commander, they are either not receiving us or ignoring us. I have an idea, maybe we can adjust a tachyon pulse that might reset whatever cloaking device they are using." She suggested.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 13, 2007 16:54:35 GMT
Moving fast away from the blowing conduits, Mel and her 2 engineers moved fast.
“Stations in a full on evacuation chief,” Charlie informed her somehow managing to keep pace with her despite his age and read a PADD at the same time. “There are 3 people up in one of the prior safe sections ahead.”
Mel nodded. She located her own PADD and initiated a quick search. “Damm it,” she muttered. It was their doc. There was no way she was leaving here without her, especially as her quick thinking had saved Ian’s life.
“You two go on ahead to the Work bee. I’m going to retrieve the doc. Then you beam us all out to you. I have a bad feeling that if this place doesn’t blow from the damage back there then we are going to get another surprise from whoever’s out there.”
“Your starting to sound as paranoid as our lovely XO?” Charlie winked at her but didn’t argue.
Mel turned several hard rights in quick succession and stormed into the area she know Valeia was. A Vulcan she didn’t realise was holding the doc and another man was stood by watching obviously in pain.
“Doc, we have been ordered to evacuate,” Mel all but yelled at her. “The station is no longer safe. We couldn’t save her. Now get your stuff together. We are getting out of here”
The Vulcan gave her a look that if Vulcan’s actually ever professed to have feeling she would of taken it as shock, hurt and anger in one but there wasn’t time for it.
Valeia pulled her head out of the Vulcan’s chest and choked back a sob. Mel shook her head and made a grab for the med kit lying on the ground the yanked the doctor from the Vulcan slamming the kit in her hand. “If you are able help that man,” she muttered to the other gentleman as she shuffled the Engineering box she had to her other arm and grabbed Valeria’s hand. “Follow me now.” She indicated pulling the young betazoid behind her and literately dragging her to what was showing as an area they would be able to be beamed from.
She dumped the engineering box in front of the doc and ran back to help the Vulcan move the other person. As feared the safety devices protecting that section began to break down more rancid smoke filing the air. “It’s like a chain reaction now, we tried but we cannot stop it,” Mel said her voice low as she shouldered the other mans weight on her left shoulder.
=^=Chief we have a lock on you=^= came her grey haired number two’s voice. He sounded worried now.
A look at the scan from the instrument on her arm made her stomach choke. “I’m sorry this is going to hurt. Mel started running, Naois following suit as they lugged the poor guy they were carrying. Luckily the Vulcan had picked up on her urgency. Valeia was coming faster into view.
“Arggggggggggggg,” the stranger beside her yelled in pain as they then slammed into each other in a halt. Eyes watering and feeling light headed from the smoke Mel watched fuzzily as a familiar face appeared in front of her.
“We have them. No stay there . . ..”
A second transport was initiated and all four appeared inside the sickbay of the dark phoenix.
<Naois/ Valeia>
Mel threw off her helmit, breathing fast. =^=Thanks make sure you get right back here Charlie=^=
Then slammed her comm. badge as she felt people mulling around them =^=D'BrooNi to Bridge. Engineering is coming back onboard. Recommend getting a safe distance from Resurrection=^=
<tag all on bridge>
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