Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday"

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Alenis Meru
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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 27, 2014 22:37:55 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on May 27, 2014 22:37:55 GMT

And unto the breach...
Bridge, USS Portland
Mission Day 1
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Tyrlai Zade, Lt. (JG) R'vahis, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir

“How dare you!” As the Portland and the Fox sped towards the source of the distress call, red alerts blaring, everyone was busy preparing the ship for combat. That is, everyone but Shras, who was complaining about the testing of his precious prototype being interrupted. “Going into combat with my prototype on board is a completely unacceptable risk!”

“Shut up, Shras.” Alenis didn’t have time to argue with lives at stake and simply turned her back on the Andorian. “Mr. Rouse, I’m afraid to inform you that regarding our tactical situation, four of our type IX phaser arrays will not be ready until Tuesday.”

"I am aware of that. Guess we'll need to make the best of the phaser that do work!" Tim responded grumpy. He had tried to get the engineers to fix those before launch, but apparent they weren't considered necessary for the testing of the stasis field weapon.

Tyrlai stepped out onto the bridge, she hadn't been overly interested in the weapons testing, but the klaxons were a new touch and they were at warp, which was also not in the prospectus Commodore Stuffypants had sent out. She walked over to the tactical station and peered over a shoulder at the displays. It was an Orion signature, unmistakable and probably a match for a normal Miranda. It was also abnormally far from home. It took a formidable amount of bluster to try their luck on this particular border, or a formidable amount of desperation. Or perhaps something else, perhaps they were after something specific.

She walked over to where the Captain stood with some kind of colorful bird. "Not that I expect you were planning to, but, I wouldn't mention my name in this situation." She smiled sympathetically as if Alenis should understand such and instruction as a matter of course.

"Ms. Zade, remind me to ask you afterwards if there is any specific reason why not." Alenis pondered the tactical situation. Critical components for four of the Portland’s six type IX phaser arrays were still sitting in the cargo bay. With only two type IX phasers, four Type VIII phasers and torpedoes, she’d be relying mainly on the firepower of the Fox to drive off the Orions. "This is a little far from the usual Orion stomping grounds; any idea what they're doing all the way out here?"

"Arrogance, vengeance or desperation. I doubt it's the latter, I would have heard if one of the cartels had been pushed out of Orion space. As for vengeance, that's anyone's guess, but it would be a strange location for an Orion feud to break out. If I had to hazard a guess I would say that something unusually valuable was aboard the Bolian freighter. Enough to coax an Orion ship a couple hundred light years from it's home to play the risk. As much of a fan of the flashy violence as I normally am, we may be able to get him to back off. He must realize that even if he disables us hes not going to be able to cross the core of the Federation without being intercepted." Tyrlai turned away from the screen and smoothly blended into the background as the communications board lit up.

"Agreed," replied Alenis. "We'll have to see what's on that ship. Though..." she paused to ponder the possible intentions of the Orions, "Thieves and pirates typically make sure to have a getaway plan before engaging in this sort of business."

The conversation was interrupted by an incoming transmission. An older man, perhaps in his ‘50s, with intense, deep-set eyes and salt-and-pepper hair appeared on the screen. The bridge was dark and menacing, lit mainly in green. The stations were crewed by a diverse range of aliens, mostly wearing civilian clothes. On his arm was an Orion with close-cropped hair and a revealing leather outfit.

“Federation starships, I am Vike. I see you approaching on long-range sensors. I am engaged in a private matter and do not need your assistance.”

“Mr. Vike, I’m afraid to inform you that piracy is not tolerated in these parts of space,” replied Alenis, staring down the figure on her screen.

The stern-faced man stifled a chuckle. “Madam, I’m not sure if you are aware of this, but the bird on your shoulder makes that statement less credible. Besides, I’m not engaging in piracy, just a little… pre-emptive salvage.”

Alenis glanced at Ko-ko and then back at the screen. “I’m afraid your salvage operation is going to come to an end soon, one way or another.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Vike. “My cruiser is more powerful than your two measly, archaic vessels combined.”

"I doubt that, but even so, is it more powerful than the entire fleet? You're awful far from home, and Starfleet isn't going to just let you get away with this."

"I'll be long gone when they find your debris," Vike replied smugly. "Though if you leave me to my business, I will let you live." He squinted, making out a young officer in the background that he recognized. “Oh, and Mr. Tobin, it’s good to see you again. Sad, however, that if your captain continues on this foolish course, our reunion will be short.” With that, he cut the feed.

Alenis pivoted in her seat. “Mr. Tobin, tell me everything you know about this Vike fellow in…” she glanced at her chronometer, “the forty-five seconds we have until intercept.”

"Drezna Vike is the most dangerous and manipulative man I've had the displeasure of meeting. A tactical genius. He used to be a political figure on New Sydney, practically a cult leader. He was involved in some dirty business, before Starfleet exposed him. Some abandoned him, but for many of his followers, that only increased their devotion. On the run from the law, he led them into the arms of the Orion Syndicate."

"And how do you know him?" asked Alenis.

"I... I used to follow him. Captain, whatever he says, don't trust him."

"Noted."

Jason looked up from studying his console."Captain, the sensors are detecting tachyon emissions consistent with cloaking technology, coming from the Bolian freighter, that class of vessel doesn't have the energy output to power it, so it's just transporting it. Perhaps that's what Mr. Vike is after," he reported.

"Possibly," replied Alenis. "That could also be his exit strategy. Which makes it all the more important that we stop right here, before he gets his hands on it." She shuddered at the thought of cloaking technology in the hands of the Orions. No ship in the quadrant would be safe from Orion raiding parties. And that is not even to mention who they might sell it to -- the Tzenkehti, the Kzinti, or even the Breen. How events played out in this little corner of space today could drastically alter the balance of power in the quadrant.

"Five seconds, ma'am," called out the helmsman.

Alenis looked up at the screen. "Power up weapons and prepare for battle."

While the Red Alert continued to pulse in the background, R'vahis called out, "Auxillary cells for the Mongoose device will be fully recharged in two point three minutes, Commander. Provided, that is, we are not required to re-route power to other systems."

"Excellent. Lets hope we don't have to use it."

Last Edit: May 28, 2014 20:59:39 GMT by Alenis Meru

Commander John Koenig
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Moonbase Alpha

Alenis Meru
Commanding Officer

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 27, 2014 23:02:56 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on May 27, 2014 23:02:56 GMT

Space Battle!
Bridge, USS Fox
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir, Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton, Lt. (JG) R'vahis

It was quiet when the Fox dropped out of warp. Too quiet. The Orion raiding vessel which was visible on long range sensors only a moment before was gone. The only ship on sensors was the beat up Bolian transport off the port bow.

“Reporrrrt!” called out Captain S’rress. “Where are the Orrrrions?”

“I don’t know, they were on sensors a minute ago!” An exasperated young Betazoid manning the ops station tried frantically to scan for anything unusual.

What he didn’t know was that the asteroids off to the starboard had an abnormally high concentration of Iridium, which gave off just enough radiation to conceal an Orion cruiser. And in the few brief seconds that the sensors of the Fox were blinded by the collapsing warp field around the ship, Vike had taken the opportunity to preserve the element of surprise. With a quick warp jump into his hiding place, Vike prepared an ambush for the approaching Starfleet vessels.

“Captain!” he gasped, seeing the red dot appear on his scanners. But it was too late; before S’rress even turned to face him, the ship was rocked by the powerful forward-firing weaponry of Vike’s raiding cruiser.

“Evasive maneuvers!” demanded S’rress as the ship rocked and the lights on the bridge flickered. “Return fire, attack pattern beta-four!”

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Bridge, USS Portland

By the time the Portland dropped out of warp a moment later, the USS Fox was deep in battle with the Orions and it wasn't doing well. Vike's initial volley had done a number on the shields of the Fox, and Alenis wasn't sure if the Portland, with so many of its phaser banks online, could turn the tide.

At least, not until Tuesday when the remaining phaser banks would be installed.

Still, she had to try. "Helm, bring us in closer, attack pattern Delta two. Tactical, fire at will, all available weapons."

When the Captain gave the orders to engage, Jason braced himself for another battle. As Chief Science Officer there wasn't much for him to officially do, but he did have access to the non-tactical sensors and he'd learnt to keep a watchful eye on the sensors for anything that might give his ship an advantage.

As the Portland closed in, her few remaining phaser banks lit up, firing away at the Orion ship. But it was to little avail, Vike's ship was just too powerful and his shields brushed off the . Realizing that the Portland, with half its phaser banks offline, could do little more than serve as a distraction, Vike pressed his attack on the Fox.

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Bridge, Orion Cruiser

Second in Command Schaezel watched the battle on the main display. The Portland was of no threat to them and Vike had given the order to concentrate on the Fox. Schaezel turned to his station and got back to his task.

"Schaezel to Chokar. Report!"

On the thin and scrawny human's display appeared a one eyed klingon. Scars covering his face and his dead eye healed over with thick scar tissue denoting his many battles as much as his gray hair denoted his advanced age. Phaser fire shot past his head though he didn't so much as flinch.

"Chokar here. We beamed over before our ship hid in the asteroid field. There is more resistance here then we thought for a freighter but only light weapons. They're holed up pretty tightly but nothing we can't handle."

Schaezel nodded and replied, "The Federation has arrived. They aren't much threat but we do need to hurry. I'm afraid no time to toy with prisoners this time my friend."

The Klingon sneered in disappointment. "Understood. We'll make it quick but flashy and loud." Chokar lifts into view a heavy shoulder cannon. "The Federation might detect us so be quick about your work and be ready to beam us out of here before they can get to us. Chokar out."

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Bridge, USS Fox

"Shields at 23%!" shouted Lt. Broxx, the tactical officer of the USS Fox. "We can't take much more of this!"

"Increase power to facing shields." S'rress remained seated in her command chair. Though her eyes remained fixated on the screen, she was able to process the various status reports from tactical, operations and helm, and shout her orders loud enough that the entire bridge could hear them over the explosions. "Evasive pattern epsilon three. Prepare aft torpedoes for--"

Violently, the ship was tossed about, faster than the inertial dampeners could react. Left and right, crewmen were tossed about, either thrown into the air by the ship's sudden movement, or blown into the air by exploding consoles.

"Report!" shouted an injured S'rress. Her arm was broken when she was flung across the bridge, but she didn't have time to focus on it now.

"Direct hit, captain!" The young betazoid scampered to his console, crawling over the unconscious body of Broxx. "Hull breaches, multiple decks. Emergency force fields are holding. Warp and impulse reactors are down, we've got auxiliary power only. Casualty reports are coming in!"

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Bridge, USS Portland

As the left nacelle of the USS Fox flew across her viewscreen, Alenis knew that everything was up to the Portland. She couldn't retreat and leave the Fox and the Asmi at the hands of Vike. And she couldn't fight Vike with half of her phaser arrays sitting in the cargo bay awaiting installation. She was left with only one option, and she hoped to the prophets that it would work. If it didn't, her command would be very short-lived.

"Mr. Rouse, hold your fire. Helm, bring us in closer. Mr. R'vahis, prepare Mongoose for firing."

On the viewscreen, the Orion vessel turned to face the Portland.

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Bridge, Orion Vessel

“The Fox is disabled, shall I finish her off?” asked Schaezel, hunched over the weapons console.

“No!” shouted Vike in a firm voice. “A disabled Federation starship is more useful to us alive, as a hostage. Concentrate fire on the Portland.”

“Aye,” replied Schaezel, saddened that he was robbed of the opportunity to finish off the target.

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Bridge, USS Portland

As the Portland closed in on Vike’s cruiser, it was bombarded by blasts of green energy. The two ships were closing head on, and both sides knew that the cruiser had stronger forward shields and more powerful forward weaponry. The Portland shook violently as it absorbed blow after blow from the Orion cruiser.

Alenis stared at the screen, waiting for the right moment.

“Shield holding, but down to 25 percent. We can’t hold this much longer” Tim said from the tactical station, the last intended as a plea for the Captain to do something about it.

"Mongoose is rrready, Commander." The caitian officer offered as the ship rocked under its bombardment. "Re-rrrouting excess auxillary power to shields."

"Might I remind you that Mongoose is a highly experimental--"

“Not the time, Shras," replied Alenis, dismissing him with a wave of the hand. "Steady as she goes,” muttered Alenis as the Portland closed. As she focused on the screen, watching the green bursts of energy impact her shields, she was nearly rocked out of her chair with Ko-ko by a particularly violent hit. They weren’t quite at optimal range yet, but she knew it was now or never. “Now, Mr. Rouse, fire!”

Tim fired as mentioned and saw the stasis field envelop the Orion ship, trapping it in a stasis bubble and draining its power. “Stasis field holding”

“Gotcha,” muttered Alenis. “Do we have any weapons online?”

“All weapons are offline” Tim muttered, seriously not liking project Mongoose. “We should have some axes and swords in the armory, we can always throw them at the enemy,” he continued on a soft tone.

Alenis sighed. “So, what you’re saying is that we’re both disabled?”

"Yes."

"To add to the fun," R'vahis said, half turning, "At our current rate of energy usage, the transporters are completely unsafe to use. They do not have enough energy to maintain rrreliable signatures in the buffers."

“Okay, I need some ideas, fast.” Alenis desperately tried to think of something, anything, that they could do. They couldn’t maintain the stasis field forever, and when it came down, the Orions would unleash all their firepower and surely destroy the Portland. “We’re disabled and so is the Fox. We need to hit them hard, before Mongoose drains all our energy.”

“We could go over there and surprise them,” Tim said out loud to his own surprise.

Alenis turned to her executive officer. “What do you mean?”

Tim thought for a moment. “We can take a shuttle. Shuttles aren’t affected by the stasis field and the power drain, right? We can fire on them, they have no way of defending themselves at the moment”

“A shuttle won’t have enough firepower,” replied Alenis. But it gave her an idea. “Unless… Mr. Rouse, how would you like to be the next captain of the USS Quebec City?”

Tim looked up, not understanding what the Captain meant. Then it hit him. “The Quebec City can be run by only a few people. We’ll go there by shuttle.” He said as he mentioned a tactical officer to take over. “He looked over the bridge for a second to decide who to take with him. “Zade, Beauvoir, you’re with me!”

"Aye, sir." Jason said locking down his station and trying to keep the smile off his face. 'Action at last.' He thought.

While the tactical changes were taking place, R'vahis manipulated the ship's energy output and called out, "Compensating for energy drrrain as much as I can, forward shields now at 36%, Commander. Aft at 20%. 'Best I can do, and therrre's no guarantee it'll last."

"Mr. R'vahis, throw in everything but the kitchen sink. We need every second we can get. Mr. Rouse... please hurry."

Last Edit: May 28, 2014 1:04:55 GMT by Alenis Meru

Commander John Koenig
Commanding Officer
Moonbase Alpha

Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 28, 2014 3:30:31 GMT

Post by Brad Silverton on May 28, 2014 3:30:31 GMT

"Meanwhile in Sickbay"
Sickbay, USS Portland
Authors: Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton

The red alert signal had been flashing for 20 minutes but it felt like an eternity.

"Ellen don't worry about those, focus on getting triptacederine for the kits. It'll be of more general use."

Brad and his staff rushed to put together various emergency kits. For them and the rest of the staff to be ready for, well, an emergency. The captain had signaled red alert for a reason and it certainly wouldn't be for a positive one. Brad had just gotten sickbay to a somewhat stable condition for regular exams and day to day needs let alone the needs of a Starship warping off to who knows what. There was still the issue of the advanced drugs still being synthesized by the replicators. Whatever they had on hand would have to do.

For the eighth time since red alert was signaled Brad mumbled, "you've got to be kidding me. This first day just keeps getting better and better."

"Maria double check that each kit has two hypos. I don't want one breaking and us being stuck away from sickbay with patients in need."
Maria rolled her eyes and double checked, for the third time.

The Portland was rocked by weapons fire, at least Brad thought it was weapon fire.
"Combat? There is no way the Portland..." *sigh*.
For the ninth time since red alert was signaled Brad mumbled, "you've got to be..."
More weapon fire strikes the Portland but this time slams into the hull striking hard.

The Portland's computer announced the damage.
[Warning. Plasma conduit leak. Radiation levels critical. Decks 4 and 5].
For the tenth time since red alert was signaled...

Maria tried to be helpful, "Perhaps the captain won't need you yet and you can keep getting ready. Maybe she'll choose to use the EMH instead of you and you won't have to worry about it."
"OH NO! THAT'S IT! That's where I draw the line. Right here. Right now. I don't care if there is a Borg cube out there. Formal introductions be damned!"
Brad slams his chest communicator hard with his hand.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Brad Silverton to the Captain. My team is en-route to decks 4 and 5. The EMH will be unnecessary."

Last Edit: May 28, 2014 3:34:49 GMT by Brad Silverton

Lieutenant JG Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer
USS Portland

Alenis Meru
Commanding Officer

Posts: 756

Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 29, 2014 22:31:34 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on May 29, 2014 22:31:34 GMT

Space Battle! part II
Main cargo bay, Freighter Asmi
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. (JG) R'vahis, Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton

"No please. I'm just a simple trader. I beg you, don't...."

Chokar's blaster fire ended the captain's begging.

The klingon grumbled. "Sniveling coward."

The rest of the pirate away team found what they had came for. Hidden amongst the crates of grain was an experimental prototype cloaking device. Chokar didn't know who had tipped Vike off that it was secretly being transported on the freighter or who was to receive delivery nor did he care. His orders were to get it back to Vike.

"Chokar come quick to the viewscreen. The Federation fired an unknown weapon at our ship and disabled it."

"WHAT?!"

The klingon pirate quickly came over to assess the situation. "The Portland has disabled our ship. Propulsion, shield, weapons are all down. Ahh but look here. They have done the same to themselves. Their systems are all offline too. Quickly! Fire the freighter's phasers."

Three quick shots from the Asmi struck the unshielded Portland before burning out the phaser banks.

Chokar slammed his console. "BAH useless freighter. I'd kill the captain if he wasn't already dead. There is nothing more for us to do. Beam over to our ship and lets get the cloak back to Vike."

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Bridge, USS Portland

The Portland shook three times as the phaser blasts from the freighter tore into her hull. Sparks erupted from one of the conduits along the back wall of the bridge. Alenis braced for another impact but none came.

[Warning. Plasma conduit leak. Radiation levels critical. Decks 4 and 5] blared the computer.

"Report!" shouted Alenis.

"That freighter was shooting at us!" replied the young ensign at the tactical station. His sweaty hands darted over the tactical console. "They've burnt out their phaser banks, we're safe now."

"You've got a prrretty funny definition of safe, Ensign..." R'vahis said under his breath as his fingers flew across the controls of his own console.

"I meant... we're not in danger from..." the Ensign was interrupted by the intercom on the bridge.

[Lieutenant Junior Grade Brad Silverton to the Captain. My team is enroute to decks 4 and 5. The EMH will be unecessary.]

"Who the hell is Brad Silverton?" muttered Alenis. Still, she couldn't turn down any assistance at the moment. She pressed a button on her chair to reply. "Roger, assist casualties as you see fit. Bridge out."

The Caitan lieutenant called out, "I seem to have found a kitchen sink after all, Commander, although this one has a holographic interface. I'm shutting down the feeds to all six holodecks as well as Stellar Cartography and re-routing power to the shields." A small pause and then R'vahis added, "They stand at 53%."

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Bridge, Orion Cruiser

"I want power online now!" shouted Vike.

"I can't!" Schaezar shouted, banging his fists on the console.

"Now!" muttered Vike as he stood up from his chair. "I need power now!" as he walked over to Schaezel, he tightened the glove on his right hand before balling it into a fist. While in the syndicate, Vike had found that beatings were quite an effective motivator.

"Captain, wait!" Vara, a green-skinned Orion called out as Vike cocked his arm to deliver a blow. "The power drain on that weapon is massive. There's no way they can sustain it for more than a few minutes."

"You mean..." Vike paused for a moment, then laughed. "Hail them. We've got them right where we want them."

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Bridge, USS Portland

"Commander Meru. We're being hailed by the Orion cruiser..." With several of the senior officers en route to the Quebec City, Lt. R'vahis was doing his best to pull double duty from his own station and assist the ensign at Tactical.

"Put it on screen," replied Alenis. A second later, Vike appeared on the main viewer, seated in his command chair, stroking his greying goatee. Behind him, the bridge was darker than usual, and his crew were frantically trying to restore power, to no avail. The stasis field had shut down nearly all of the systems on Vike's cruiser.

"Commander Alenis, how is your bird?" he asked,

"Ko-ko is fine," she replied, "but you didn't call just to discuss avian matters, now did you?"

Vike smirked back at Alenis. "Ah, right down to business. I appreciate that. You appear to have my ship trapped in some sort of stasis field."

"How perceptive of you," replied Alenis, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I presume, then, you are calling to offer your surrender?"

Vike laughed. It was not the response Alenis was hoping for. "Surely you jest, Commander. You and I are both well aware that your ship can not handle the energy drain from that weapon."

"Actually, I've got all day," replied Alenis. With the chess game inconclusive so far, she decided to try her hand at poker. "It is you who is running out of time. Starfleet has been notified and surely they're sending in reinforcements. After all, they can't let a cloaking device fall into the hands of a pirate like yourself."

"Ah, you know about the cloaking device." Vike glared over at Schaezel; clearly, someone failed to obscure the unique tachyon emissions of the cloak. That person would have to be punished for his failure. "But, Meru, why do you lie to me? I know about the power drain on that weapon, and quite frankly I'm surprised that an archaic bucket of bolts like your USS Portland can even fire it. And we both know that my ship is more powerful than yours, so allow me to counter your offer. While I am interested in the cloaking device, this 'Project Mongoose' of yours has also caught my fancy. Release my ship and turn it over, and in exchange I will spare your lives and those your comrades on the Fox."

"You know I can't do that, Vike." Alenis remembered Tobin's earlier comments that Vike could not be trusted; even if she were to consider his offer, there was no way to guarantee that Vike would keep his word. She was shocked that he knew the code name of the experimental weapon, but chose not to react.

"Very well. It is a shame that I will have to kill you; I'd have liked to get to know you first." He glanced down at Tobin. "Oh, and Mr. Tobin, I truly regret that it is under such tragic circumstances that we meet again, but your captain gives me little choice." With that, he ended the call.

"You have the most interesting friends, Mr. Tobin. Are they all this much fun at parties?" The Operations chief sighed.

"Vike is not the most interesting, but he is definitely the most devious," replied Tobin. "And as for parties, he's no longer on my guest list."

Alenis stared at the screen. Even helpless, Vike's cruiser was a menacing sight. Its main weapons were pointed directly at the Portland, and surely he was anxiously awaiting the inevitable moment when the stasis field would come down. "How much longer can we sustain this?" asked Alenis.

"At our current rate of energy drain?" R'vahis turned completely in his seat to face Alenis, "Six minutes. If we sacrifice a few...amenities, I may be able to increase that."

Ensign Burton visibly blanched at the revelation from the Tactical station. Lt. R'vahis arched an eyebrow at him and gave him a small nod of reassurance...not that actually expected it to help. Fresh out of the Academy, these situations always hit the hardest. Nothing was ever as easy as it was in the Academy simulators.

"Best of all worlds, Commander? No more than twelve minutes before we're down to running with little more than emergency lighting and life-support."

"Do what you can, Lieutenant. We need every second." Alenis glanced up at Vike's weapons once more. Even Ko-ko could feel the tension. "Please, Tim, hurry," she added under her breath.

(Tags - Tim, Tyrlai and Jason on the Quebec City, Brad to deal with casualties below decks. Bridge crew (Alenis, Jackson, Daniel, R'vahis, Arvel) feel free to throw in any insights ot complications, either from damage to the Portland or from what's going on outside)

And "officially" introducing, Ensign James Burton, Tactical Officer

Last Edit: May 30, 2014 3:12:53 GMT by Alenis Meru

Commander John Koenig
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Moonbase Alpha

Maya of Psychon
Chief Diplomatic Officer

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 30, 2014 4:11:34 GMT

Post by Maya of Psychon on May 30, 2014 4:11:34 GMT

Science Lab's
The Previous Day
Authors: Lt. Tyrlai Zade, Coln Jena

Tyrlai stepped through the doors and into the main science lab, carrying a pair of strangely shaped meter long tubes. A variety of stations lined the curve of the hull the inside curved lined with enclosed laboratories and various offices. She looked around noticing her shard sitting on one of the scanning consoled, placed at the center of a circulay lab console capable of a variety of scanning and erecting containment functionality. She stepped over and smiled down at the palm sized glowing thing giving it one more chance to give her a life altering vision of her future or something. It pulsed away silently revealing nothing. There was a teenaged Bajoran girl standing next to it staring at her.

"Computer, location of the temporary office of Commodore Stuffypants."

[There is no officer aboard of that name or designation.]

"Computer, create identification stub; substitute identification Commodore Stuffypants for all references to Commander Shras th'Zarath, authorization Zade-alpha-blue."

[Confirmed.]

"Computer, please erase command security signature from previous order, authorization Zade-alpha-blue."

[Confirmed.]

"Computer, location of the temporary office of Commodore Stuffypants."

[Commodore Stuffypants is assigned to Science Office six-one-B.]

Tyrlai smiled and winked at the girl standing in front of her. "Hello, Im Tyrlai Zade, who might you be?"

Jena had come to see what Lieutenant Beauvoir was up to. She couldn't quite bring herself to think of him as her father just yet. Anyway she'd been brought here by Petty Officer Twilin who'd been called away. She'd promised not to touch anything, so now she stood with her hands behind her back watching as the science staff as they went about their tasks around her. She was starting to get bored when she noticed a newcomer dressed in Diplomatic department purple enter and head towards the shard. The woman appeared to stare at it intently, as if expecting something to happen.

"I might be any number of things, as it happens I'm Coln Jena." Jena replied.

"Never heard of you," Tyrlai replied with a playful smile. "but I do have a need for assistance with a very important mission." She offered one of the odd meter long tubes. "This device creates helium filled balloons, used in ancient Earth holy rituals I believe. It will be your mission, if you so choose to assist me in filling Commodore Stuffypants' temporary office with as many of these as can possibally fit inside and then a couple dozen more. What do you say, hmmm, up to the risk??"

Tyrlai beamed her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief and shardlight.

"Well, I was 'ordered' to wait here and not touch anything." Jena told the Trill. She made a pretence of thinking over, then smiled wickedly and said. "But, since I'm a civilian, let's go decorate this Commodore Stuffypants' office." She didn't know who this Commodore was, but obviously he'd done something to offend Tyrlai and this mission sounded like a fun way to sped an afternoon.

"Excellent." Tyrlai said flipping one of the tubes around and handing it to the girl. "Now I was recently a ships councilor so I should begins by telling you that it is wrong to undermine authority in the manner we are about to do and we should be very ashamed of ourselves. And with that said, we need to fill the little corners first and then we set it on helium and fill the rest from the top down." Tyrlai pointed out the few simple controls on the tube and walked into the office and began filling the area behind the desk. The tube filled a balloon every second and a half with the pull of a trigger they popped loose. The varying colors making a small festive pile as she moved. "So have you lived on a ship before?"

"I'm a Starfleet brat, both my parents were in the service, so I've spent most of my life on one ship or another." Jena replied as she started filling the room up balloons herself.

Tyrlai began backing towards the door and nodded to Jena to change settings and the balloons began floating upwards and slowly filling the room from ceiling down, spreading out of their own volition and that of physics. "Oh that would have been fun, that's basically how I wanted to grow up but I went about it the wrong way." She frowned a decided to offer a stern bit of life advice by way of a disclaimer. "Don't hack orbital station security and stow away on a freighter, its bad and wrong and can only lead to trouble young lady." She smirked sidelong at the girl, half wishing someone had offered her that seemingly crazy advice whence time was.

"I'll keep that in mind." Jena said with a smile. "But, you're life must have been a lot more interesting than mine, since you're older than me and a Trill." She then put another helium filled balloon into the room and watched as it floated to the ceiling.

"Trills are exotic it is true." Tyrlai said only half sarcastically. "On Trill we value science, your social stature is based almost entirely on academic performance. Accomplished children bring prestige to their families, being chosen by the symbiosis committee is even more prestigious. Being chosen for joining yet another rung on the social ladder. And at each step comes more pressure to perform and more responsibility to perform well." Tyrlai glanced over at Jena, still firing more helium balloons into the office which was approaching a third of the way full. "I was pretty and good at sports and getting into trouble which is a collection of very disappointing burdens for Trill parents to have to deal with."

Tyrlai looked over at the girl sympathetically. "Im sorry about your parents, Jena. It is no fun being suddenly alone."

Jena said thank you to Tyrlai. She then looked quizzically at the Trill. "Hang on you said you'd never heard of me, how do you know about my parents?"

Tyrlai smiled softly. "Until like forty-five minutes ago I was the chief councilor, so I get briefings on everybody who stepped on board. Yours was the only one I read, it reminded me of me a little. But don't worry about that, I'm not a councilor anymore, I'm a diplomat now. My main concern is finding a dress to wear to a stuffy reception on Bajor cause I found one of their shards."

Jena smiled. "I saw shard. It's beautiful. My mother used tell me about the Tears of the Prophets, but I never dreamed they'd be so pretty." She said.

Tyrlai nodded, having to lower herself to fit the nose of the balloon gun to the floor and fill the last few empty spaces. "Ready." She nodded to Jena, "hit the button marked turbo." She waited a moment for Jena to find it and suddenly balloons where shooting in a flod from both nozzles and then inflating inside the room pushing the mass towards the door. Tyrlai stopped and shut the door with a whoosh as balloons kept inflating for a few moment pressure sealing the room with festive multicolored non-regulation frivolity. "Well done, you would make an excellent petty criminal." Tyrlai smirked.

"Thanks, I think." Jena replied with a half smile as she looked at their handiwork.

"Well it's always good to have something to fall back on." Tyrlai shouldered her 'weapon' and reached for Jena's. "One of the chefs in the commissary is a friend of mine from San Francisco and he knows how to make an old Earth delicacy called the bacon cheeseburger, fancy a stroll or did you have some science you were waiting to do?"

"Ummm, bacon." Jena said. "Petty crime sure makes me hungry. Let's go." She added taking Tyrlai's arm.

Last Edit: May 30, 2014 4:12:55 GMT by Maya of Psychon

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" May 31, 2014 13:17:29 GMT

Post by Brad Silverton on May 31, 2014 13:17:29 GMT

"Meanwhile on Deck 4"
Mission Day 1
Authors: Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton, Lt. (JG) James Beauvoir

The turbolift doors opened and Brad Silverton was quick to exit and headed to the leaking plasma conduit. He was accompanied by Nurse Maria Hill. Ellen had staid back in case other casualties came to sickbay. They came upon several members of Engineering trying to clear the debris that was partially blocking the hallway. Brad didn't wait for formalities, "Ensign what happened here?"

"The ship was struck by phaser fire after shields went down. It overloaded a plasma conduit in the walls causing it to explode. A few crewmen were moving to a safer location to the interior of the ship when they got unlucky. We got most of them out but more could be stuck behind this debris."

"Maria attend to the ones that got out, they probably have minor radiation poisoning." Brad turned back to the ensign. "Look, if the plasma is still leaking anyone in there will be exposed to higher and higher doses. It could reach terminal levels. There's an opening right there." Brad points near the bottom of the debris pile. "We can pull anyone out from there."

"Begging your pardon sir but that's too dangerous. The pile could collapse and make it worse. Plus you just mentioned the radiation."

"I can manage and treat small doses but the longer it takes to get someone out the worse it will be. Look I'll go in myself to check."

"I can't let you do that sir." The ensign became visibly nervous at addressing a superior office in that way.

Brad had a reassuring smile on his face. "No problem ensign. Maybe we can get at it from a different angle. How about inside this room here." He points to a side room. "Lets check to see if we can get to them from here."

The relieved ensign started to head inside. "Its possible sir but we'd have to...." with engineering distracted, Brad ran forward, dove, and slid through the debris opening.

The hallway was a mess. Metal beams and sections of wall were all about. Ceiling lights were either inoperative or flickering. The air was thick with the smell of burnt plasma. Luckily there was only one person trapped inside, a young woman who appeared to be unconscious. Brad reached her and saw the open damaged conduit nearby. It was still flaring uncontrolled.
Dammit. She's had a lot of exposure.
Brad started to pull her away and her leg was stuck, pinned down by the partially collapsed ceiling.
"Oh come on!" For the eleventh time since red alert was signaled, Brad mumbled...

A few minutes later Brad pulled the young woman out through the opening in the debris wall.
"Nurse Hill report."

"Doctor, we have three others who have minor burns and cases of radiation poisoning. They've been taken care of with the meds we have."

"Good. At least something is going partially my way today. I'm not sure about this one." Brad looks down to the young woman he pulled away from the plasma conduit. "We both got a lot of exposure. She's alive but.... Do we know who this is?"
Maria nodded, "I know her Doctor, its Coln Jena."

Last Edit: May 31, 2014 13:34:47 GMT by Brad Silverton

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 6, 2014 23:08:13 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on Jun 6, 2014 23:08:13 GMT

Quebec City to the rescue! Part I
Bridge, USS Quebec City
Authors: Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Tyrlai Zade, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir

As the crew of three beamed over to the Quebec's bridge all lights came on automatically, just same for the displays. "Ok guys, let's get this thing moving." Tim walked to the closest display. "Perfect, all systems are still online." he said out loud.

Tyrlai stepped down the couple stairs to the command level of the bridge and looked around for a few moments, her violet glittering eyes smiling as she surveyed Quebec's control stations. "Diplomatic systems are functional, commander, though I expect we are past the point where they would even be useful. I can take tactical if you like?" She smiled over her shoulder and looked at the sad state of the Quebec's armaments.

Captain Algard Trebonne stood gazing out at the viewscreen as it flickered, an Orion ship seeming to be suddenly stuttering in and out of existence right in front of his vessel. "Ensign Chan, identify that vessel."

A green eyed Chinese helmsman worked furiously at the controls as the Orion ship flickered and shimmered in front of them, the interference almost blinding her sensor display. She was nervous and looked to be no more than nineteen. Her voice cracked as she reported her meager findings. "Captain, the design is unfamiliar, it looks new. I'm getting hawking radiation interference with the readings, sir."

The Captains eyes widened at the words of his helmsman, her turned and for a moment his eyes locked on those of a tall Trill woman who had materialized at his tactical station. His eyes widening once again.

And then he vanished. Tyrlai reached to her belt and flipeed out a hand scanner, looking down at the readings. Science had been one of her many 'weaker' subjects at the Academy and the blur of readings she was seeing displayed on her hand unit reminded her of a van Gogh painting with their mish mosh of vibrant colors. She did a few quick mental calculations and looked over at the XO. "I have no idea what these readings mean. But I met that girl at the Academy when I was a cadet, I'm sure of it. And she was thirty years old then."

"What are you saying? That we are seeing people from the past?" Tim asked as he looked at her very vague.

Jason checked his tri-corder readings. "Sir, I'm detecting a flux in Chronitons and a high level of Hawking radiation. I hypothesise this as the cause of the temporal echos." He reported as he took the operations station.

Tyrlai looked at Jason contemplating his readings and then back at the bridge as the others appeared once again, their own scanners out apparently taking readings of Tyrlai, Jason and the others. She had a notion as they vanished once more, and walked over to where the Science officer stood. "Can you transmit a message on these two frequencies," she said , tapping furiously on her handcomp, "and send our tactical data on the Orions and their ship."

Jason arched an eye brow. "I can't guarantee they'll get it in one piece, but I can try."

Looking over Tyrlai's shoulder, he couldn't make heads or tails of the readings. Temporal anomalies were not his forte. They weren't his priority at the moment either. "We'll have plenty of time to analyze these readings later. For now, we have a more pressing matter to attend to. Mr. Beauvoir, set a course for the Portland's last position, maximum warp. Ms. Zade, prepare tactical systems for combat." As he turned back to the center chair, his gaze was met by that of a heavy-set man occupying his chair, wearing the classic red jacket uniform that was phased out of Starfleet use in the 2350s. "And let us hope we don't have any more visitors from the past."

"Aye, sir." The Science Officer said, bringing up the nav controls on his station. As he plotted the course, he was thankful the ship was mostly automated, as it had been quite some years since his mandatory pilot lessons back at the Academy.

Tyrlai walked back over to the tactical display and tapped the configuration up, frowning at the display until it changed to an older one. A few seconds later when it had flickered back to present state she confirmed her findings. She concentrated waiting for the precious seconds when the past version of the ship was fully present and could hear her. "Quebec City has no weapons, sir. Everything was-- Capatain we are going to need your help--stripped out for the test. It is standard procedure for unmanned test weapons -- we have no weapons and are at the mercy -- it is possible a few torpedoes are stored somewhere in safe mode but we would need to find, activate and load them manually. The main deflectors and shields are online and fully operational." She looked over at the XO waiting as the past crew flickered in once more. "I sent Xiao a tactical report." The green eyed helmsman looked surprised when Tyrlai mentioned her by name. As they flickered away once more she turned back to the XO. "If we coordinate this correctly and get very lucky we might be able to have the Quebec from the past fight for us."

Tim rubbed his temples. He could swear the Quebec City was supposed to be armed for the final test but perhaps, like everything else, its weapons were to arrive on Tuesday. Dejected, he slumped down in his chair and rubbed his temples. Temporal anomalies gave him headaches, and the one important thing he knew about them was that they were to be avoided. Still, aside from whatever Tyrlai had up her sleeve, they were out of ideas. "Ms. Zade, whatever your plan is... I hope it works. Do it."

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Last Edit: Jun 8, 2014 2:27:58 GMT by Alenis Meru

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 8, 2014 1:37:10 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on Jun 8, 2014 1:37:10 GMT

Space Battle! part III
Bridge, USS Portland
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. (JG) R'vahis

"Do what you can, Lieutenant. We need every second." Alenis glanced up at Vike's weapons once more. Even Ko-ko could feel the tension. "Please, Tim, hurry," she added under her breath.

"Aye sir....uhhh, wait...Commander?" R'vahis literally sat blinking at his console readings for a moment and then continued in a mystified tone, "I'm detecting an energy influx of some sort aboard the Quebec City. If I'm not mistaken, its a build up of chronitons and something else I can't quite pin down yet."

"Chronitons? That's impossible, my calculations were exact!" Shras bolted towards the Ops station, pushing R'vahis to the side to get a view of his screen. This weapon shouldn't cause a buildup of chronitons!"

"You wanted to test your weapon, Shras, we're testing it," replied Alenis.

"This can't be my weapon! It's not possible!" Shras looked up at the viewscreen, desperately trying to figure out what was happening. Coming to a striking realization, his eyes fell on Alenis with a dagger-shooting fury. "You! You brought aboard some mysterious artifact from some non-corporeal beings! You caused this!"

"Mr. R'vahis, scan the Orion vessel for chronitons. Compare with internal sensor readings on the Tolic shard. Oh, and feel free to remove Shras from your station with as much prejudice as you see fit." Alenis was rapidly tiring of dealing with the scientist.

"I can't say definitively what is causing this buildup of chronitons," R'vahis said as he stared down at his sensor readings. He only had to put a paw on Shras' shoulder to "encourage" the Andorian to stand aside, "but I'm not detecting any unusual activity from the shard. I'm saving this for--"

"Bridge, this is main engineering," The woman on the other end had fear and panic in her voice. "We've taken a lot of damage! Blown plasma conduits on decks four, five and six, and damage to the number three injector assembly. I canna maintain this level of power usage! We need to shut down this stasis field, or--"

"Shut down the stasis field and we're all dead!" shouted Alenis. "Keep the power online!"

"Aye captain, but--" a loud explosion was heard over the intercom, then the panicked shouts and screams of engineering officers desperately trying to fight fires.

"Ms. Kazumi! Status!" Alenis barked into the intercom, but there was no reply apart from the sounds of panic. Finally, she heard a voice on the other end.

"Captain, this is Ensign Blixx. The number three injector has blown. Emergency shutdown in progress." His voice was dripping with desperation. "We've got casualties, Kazumi is... she's..."

"Captain, we've lost main power!" shouted R'vahis. "Auxiliary powers drained, we're a sitting duck. Also, I'm getting some strange readings from the shard--"

Alenis looked up at the viewscreen. The white glow of the stasis field around Vike's cruiser faded, being replaced by the green glow emanating from his nacelles and his plasma cannons. While the Portland was a sitting duck with no engines, shields or weapons, Vike's ship had completely recovered. As the bursts of green energy from his cannons closed in on the Portland, Alenis closed her eyes. It was sector 262 all over again, only this time, Alenis knew there wouldn't be any survivors. In the split second before her certain doom, she made peace with the prophets.

Then, silence.

Last Edit: Jun 8, 2014 1:53:36 GMT by Alenis Meru

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 8, 2014 2:21:28 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on Jun 8, 2014 2:21:28 GMT

Second chances...
Bridge, USS Portland

Alenis opened her eyes. Surrounding her was absolute chaos on the bridge. Bodies were flying through the air in slow motion, consoles were sparking, and through a breach in the hull she could make out the Orion cruiser and a couple approaching torpedoes. Her feathers singed, Ko-ko was flapping her wings in panic. Everything around Alenis was bathed in a white light.

"Am I..." she was perplexed. Growing up so far from Bajor, Alenis never knew whether to believe in the afterlife or not. But she never imagined it to be the bridge of the Portland.

"This can not be how it ends," said Tobin in an emotionless voice.

"The prophets," whispered Alenis. She was having a vision -- the white light, the voices of people she knew. It was similar to her previous orb experience earlier in the day. "What do you want?"

"You still have work to do," said Arvel, his voice unnaturally soft. "Your story can not end here, it must be told"

"But I don't know--" stuttered Alenis.

"You understand what must be done?" asked the prophet who had taken the form of R'vahis.

"No... well, yes, but I don't--" With a bright flash, Alenis found herself back in her command chair, the bridge having returned to its normal state.

"...but I'm not detecting any unusual activity from the shard." Hearing R'vahis' voice, Alenis knew where she was. Or more precisely, when she was. "I'm saving this for--"

"Bridge, this is main engin--"

"Emergency power to the warp core containment field, and reduce flow to the number three injector by thirty percent!" Alenis didn't even let Kozumi finish before forcefully interrupting her.

"Captain--"

"NOW! That's an order!" Alenis was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Aye, captain." Down in engineering, Kazumi's fingers danced across her control panel. "It's done, power readings are stabilizing. But... How did you know?"

"I--I--" Alenis stammered. She didn't know how to even start explaining what just happened, and could feel all eyes on the bridge staring at her with curiousity. "Call it a hunch."

"Roger," replied R'vahis. "Main power is stabilizing at 88%, and I did detect a momentary buildup of chronitons and Hawking radiation from the location of the orb shard, but that's gone now. Readings are normal."

"And the Quebec City? Do we have time to--"

"Their ETA is one minute. We've got..." R'vahis made a quick calculation, "about sixty seconds of power left before we're completely drained." A horrified expression appeared on his face. "Captain, we're cutting it awful close."

"I know, Lieutenant. Lets just hope our support arrives on time." Alenis rubbed her temple and let out a deep breath. Stunned, she tried to comprehend what just happened. Until today, her belief in the Bajoran religion was mostly academic. As a refugee, she was separated from the temples, the Vedeks, and the street preachers that dotted the Bajoran countryside. And she had never had a religious experience until the miracle she witnessed today.

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Last Edit: Jun 8, 2014 2:31:37 GMT by Alenis Meru

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 10, 2014 9:23:32 GMT

Post by Timothy Rouse on Jun 10, 2014 9:23:32 GMT

Quebec City to the rescue! Part II
Bridge, USS Quebec City
Authors: Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Tyrlai Zade, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir

Tyrlai looked around, her eyes unfocused in a way she often would employ when thinking up mischief. The deck vibrated as the Quebec City hurried to the Orion ship’s location. She gathered herself as the bridge shimmered once again. “We are going to need you to fire everything you have at our target –“ The visitors from the past shimmered away once again. She looked over at Jason. “Mister Beauvoir, can you divert as much power as you can channel straight through our deflector dish and into the Orion shields with the intent of overwhelming their shield capacitors and bringing them down, however temporarily?”

"I can, ma'am, but I have to warn you that once I do so, the plasma relays will burn out within a matter of minutes and the main deflector with be scrap." Jason said as he began to re-route power from non-essential systems.

Tyrlai busied herself setting up targeting controls and and a trigger display for the deflector dish on her console. She was interrupted once as the phase shift brought the old Quebec City crew and their many tricorders and at least a few extra security officers than she remembered from before. “ on our mark, we aren’t going to get two shots—“ The past version of the ship faded again.

“Timing is going to suck, whatever power Jason can’t funnel through the deflector will have to go into the shields.” She looked over at the XO, “twenty some year old weaponry is not going to be a threat to the Orions, but if we can short out their shields, even a Constitution era photon torpedo burst could disable them.” Tyrlai smiled reassuringly.

"Short out their shield. And how exactly do you want to do that?" Tim said.

“If you wanted practical suggestions you shouldn’t have brought me along.” Tyrlai looked back and saw the Quebec City's former Captain staring at her face to face this time.

“How do I trust you, whomever you are?” Captain Trebonne demanded, having to look up at the taller Trill woman.

“You—“ Tyrlai tried to answer as the past version of the ship faded out again. “Damnit this is a difficult way to have a conversation.”

Jason connected an anodyne capacitor, he'd found in one of the storage cabinets, up to the EPS at the back of the Bridge. He'd already adapted the capacitor to absorb the chronitons and Hawking radiation and was in process of setting up a shunt.

Tyrlai waited with her hands on her hips for the deckplates to shimmer back to the old-timey amber. When they did she looked straight back at Captain Trebonne. “You can’t really, save what readings you have managed to get and the fact that I know the frequencies to Xiao’s neural implants.” The past faded away once more.

She tapped her foot impatiently and tried to come up with a good way of identifying themselves in a way that would work going back twenty plus years when the captain shimmered back into existence holding a PADD in one hand and examining what looked like a genetic readout. “Very well ambassador.”

Tyrlai smiled and exclaimed, “yes! Scan my symbiont, I should completely have thought of that.” She jumped and beamed over at Jason and the XO while the old version of the ships crew faded away. “Damnit, I wasted that cycle.”

Tim checked the numbers on his console one more time. "60 seconds to arrival"

Jason makes some final adjustments and even says a silent prayer.

"Other time in 5 seconds" Tim said as the timer on his console began its last 5 seconds.

Tyrlai whirled back around and almost fell over her words. “Target the Orion ship and fire in exactly seventeen seconds from,…Now!” Tyrlai shouted the last part as the other time frame had just begun fading.

Tyrlai watched her display and let it count down the seconds. As the moment approached she nodded at Jason and said. “now.”

"Ici rien ne va (Here goes nothing)." Jason said as he activated the controls. There was loud hum and the Bridge was bathed in red emergency lighting as burst of high energy shot forth from the deflector. EP relays blew, but he by-passed them as best he could to keep the burst going as long as possible.

As the beam arced over to the Orion ship the timeframe shifted and the Quebec from the past launched everything it had, just a few seconds too early. Tyrlai blinked in horror. “We changed the time cycles by sending the chronitons over in the burst.” The Orion ship rippled with energy as the deflector burst struck, shield capacitors over the aliens hull shimmering as they overloaded. The shields went down. The past version of the Quebec City shimmered back a few seconds later, their torpedo barrage shimmering back in as well, but well past the target. She turned back to the Captain, to thank him for trying when an explosion made the Orion ship shudder.

Captain Algard Trebonne spoke as they watched the Orion warp core forcibly ejected through the top of her hull by a photon torpedo blast. A torpedo that had apparently materialized inside the Orion engine room. “Xiao figured out your mistake, Ambassador, and we took the chance of sending an extra torpedo.” Tyrlai turned only to see the old timers fade out for the last time as their deflector exhausted the stray chronitons from the ships frame.

The ship shuddered, and the lights flickered and went out along with the control displays. The deflector stopped a second or so later, and the viewscreen terminated a second or so after that leaving the three of them in the dark.

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2014 9:23:47 GMT by Timothy Rouse

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Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 11, 2014 2:59:01 GMT

Post by Alenis Meru on Jun 11, 2014 2:59:01 GMT

Space Battle! Conclusion
Bridge, USS Portland

“Thirty seconds,” said R’vahis, counting down to the moment that the Portland would run out of power and become a sitting duck.

“Come on, Tim,” muttered Alenis under her breath. Aside from R’vahis’ countdown, the bridge was deathly quiet. With nothing they could do but hope their power held out long enough, the entire crew was fixated on the screen. Even Ko-ko was dead silent. One way or another, this battle would be over soon.

“Twenty seconds,”

Alenis pondered what just happened. She had witnessed the destruction of her ship, but somehow – without knowing how – she was able to go back and prevent it. Perhaps it was the chronitons, or perhaps it was the orb, but somehow, she had gotten a second chance. There was an ancient earth superstition known as a guardian angel – perhaps she had one?

“Ten seconds,”

On screen, the Quebec City dropped out of warp, but instead of a barrage of phaser fire as Alenis expected, Vike was greeted by a burst from the Quebec City’s deflector.

“Five,”

“What are they… no!” shouted Alenis as the torpedoes appeared past their intended target. The lights on the bridge flickered as the Portland lost power. “It’s over,” she said in a dejected tone, watching the Orion cruiser begin to power up. “Make your--” Her words were interrupted by an explosion on the main viewscreen, ripping apart large sections of the Orion cruiser. “Report!” she shouted.

“An explosion in their engine room, captain,” called out Burton. “Yield is consistent with a Mark IV torpedo, but those haven’t been standard issue in decades.”

“They did it! I don’t know how, but they did it!” A single tear of joy ran down Alenis’ cheek, which was quickly wiped away. “Mr. R’vahis, inform Mr. Rouse that he and his colleagues are free to return to the Portland at their leisure, and there will be a heroes’ welcome waiting for them. Communications, hail the Fox and see if they require assistance. Also, call Starfleet command and--”

“Captain, the Orions have launched a smaller vessel, a shuttle of some sort,” called out R’vahis. “I’m reading the cloaking device on board.”

“Stop them!”

“I can’t, ma’am. Weapons and engines are offline, we’ve got nothing.” Burton loudly sighed. “They’ve gone to warp.”

With a heavy sigh, Alenis watched the cruiser explode. They had managed to rescue the freighter and destroy an Orion cruiser, but Vike’s escape with the cloaking device meant that though Alenis won the battle, Vike was making progress on winning the war. Gaining cloaking technology easily outweighed the loss of one ship. Make no mistake, Vike came out ahead. “Hail the freighter. On screen.”

“Zuwtt here. Captain, you’ve saved our lives and our ship!” The Bolian first officer offered a seemingly effusive thank you. “How ever can we repay you?”

“Well, you can do one thing,” replied Alenis. Her expression suddenly turned to a scowl. “You can give yourselves up freely when we place you under arrest and impound your ship.”

“Captain, we’re the victims here. I don’t know--”

“You were illegally transporting a cloaking device, which in and of itself calls for a harsh sentence.”

“But captain--”

“Not to mention the fact that the Orions found out about that cloaking device somehow. Which means that someone tipped them off.”

“It must have been that crooked Ferengi who--”

“So you admit to dealings with a crooked Ferengi?” Alenis had caught him in a trap and she knew it.

“No! Well…” the Bolian stammered; he’d been caught in a catch-22. “I didn’t tip off the Orions!”

“Perhaps,” replied Alenis, getting into the character of Detective Meru from her holo-novels. “But surely there are easier ways for this crooked Ferengi to deliver the cloaking device into the hands of the Orions than to stage an attack on a freighter, wouldn’t you think?”

“Well… maybe, but that doesn’t mean…”

“And I wonder who would benefit the most from the death of the captain? Perhaps someone with a share in the ship? Maybe a partner of the captain?”

“Surely you’re not implying…”

“If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear,” Alenis said firmly. “But whoever did this put my ship and my crew in danger. More than that, with a cloaking device in the hands of the Orions, that person may have put every ship and station in the quadrant in danger. I intend to find out who that person is, and when I do, that person will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Zuwtt.”

“Yes, captain,” he responded, glumly.

“Now, put away any weapons you may have and prepare to be boarded. I think we’ve both had enough trouble for one day. Portland Out.”

Alenis leaned back in her chair and let out a deep breath. With everything seemingly under control, she extended her arm, allowing Ko-ko to walk down her arm and perch herself on Alenis’ forearm. “It’s over, Ko-ko,” she said in a quiet, gentle voice as she pet the bird.

“Ahem!” Alenis turned to see Shras standing over her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“And what would that be?”

“My tests! You’ve completely ruined them!”

“Well, I submit to you that the purpose of this whole exercise was to test the combat potential of your projected stasis field device,” replied Alenis, gritting her teeth. She’d just fought off Orion pirates and didn’t care to deal with Shras at the moment. “As the wreckage of Vike’s cruiser can testify, we’ve done that.”

“Really, Captain, you are comparing a battle with Orion space pirates to a controlled experiment?” As Shras shouted, Ko-ko made an agitated chirp and ruffled her feathers. “You clearly know nothing of the scientific method, which is not surprising given your simple nature.”

“Calm down, Shras. You’re scaring Ko-ko.”

“Oh, I’m scaring your stupid bird? Who cares about some dumb bird?! My weapon, my life’s work, you’ve ruined my tests, you nearly got it destroyed, you almost got me killed, which would truly be a tragedy because unlike you I possess an intellect of value…”

Panicked by the shouts of the Andorian, Ko-ko’s fight or flight reflex was engaged. This time, she chose flight, taking to the limited skies of the bridge. Though Ko-ko was more or less housetrained, one curious factoid about her species is that when frightened, they tend to release their cloaca. Flying around near the ceiling of the bridge, it was bombs away for Ko-ko.

“…and you are by far the most idiotic, incompetent, inept--” Shras’ shouts were interrupted by a plop on his head. Shaking, he touched the impact zone with his hand and examined the white residue. “AAAAAAARRGHH!” With that, he stormed off the bridge.

Alenis turned to Arvel. “You think this is going to go in his report?” she asked, barely able to conceal her laughter.

(OOC: Tags - The QC crew returning, Brad dealing with casualties, Arvel probably has a lot of counseling to do, and I think Jackson is on the bridge as well. Also, anyone who wants to interrogate these dudes, feel free to do it either with your character or an NPC security guy)

Last Edit: Jun 11, 2014 3:12:53 GMT by Alenis Meru

Commander John Koenig
Commanding Officer
Moonbase Alpha

Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer

Posts: 225

Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 11, 2014 10:58:30 GMT

Post by Brad Silverton on Jun 11, 2014 10:58:30 GMT

"Meanwhile in Sickbay" Part 1 of 3
30 minutes after Vike escaped
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. JG Jason Beauvoir, and Lt. JG Brad Silverton

Brad Silverton looked over the biobed readings one last time to be sure. He knew it was unnecessary but there was little else to do. Coln Jena lay unconscious with red blotches of skin on her neck, left cheek, and left hand. Radiation burns.

"How bad is it Doctor?"

Brad turned and looked at Nurse Hill. "Its bad Maria." he said with a deep sigh. "Hyronalin would be the choice for plasma radiation and would cure her easily if only the blasted equipment had been installed." He looked over to an empty wall panel above a vacant table. "Unfortunately we won't have enough time to make it until next Tuesday."

"But we are replicating other drugs why not Hyronalin?"

"Hyronalin is a very effective radiation therapy drug but its hard to replicate. Basic replicators can't handle the delicate intricacies of the more advanced drugs. We'd need a medical grade one. Not only that but it can take hours. Keep that in mind to always have some ready well in advance."

"What do you mean keep that in mind? You'll be managing the stock won't you?" She laid a reassuring hand on his back. Brad winced in pain.

Brad sighed and knew he couldn't hide it anymore, "When I got to Jena the conduit was flaring stronger than I had feared and she was very close to it. It was either condemn her to certain death or throw my fate in with her's and hope to come up with something later." He looks at the pile of basic meds he had ramaged through several times and had come up short.

"Nurse so you are ready for when the time comes. Prepare doses of Morphenolog to ease our pain. Most of the symptoms of plasma radiation will be internal. Increased bleeding. The breakdown of mucus lining tissue of the organs. Your main focus will be to keep your patient's as comfortable as long as possible. Eventually neurological damage will set in where I will become unable to assist you further."

Maria sunk her head. "Yes Doctor".

Brad put his fingertips pinched together to the bridge of his nose and thought to himself.
This wasn't even close to how I envisioned things going. At least I can carry out my duties as CMO and go out with dignity.

Brad tapped his chest communicator.
"Doctor Silverton to the Bridge"

Doctor Silverton, thought Alenis, he must be the new CMO. "Yes, doctor, is everything all right?"

"Captain, permission to have Lieutenant Beauvior to come to sickbay immediately ma'am. Its Jena."

Alenis looked up at Jason, who had pivoted in his chair to face her. "Go, Lieutenant," she said. "He's on his way."

Jason wasted no time leaving his station and heading for the turbolift. He was a mass of emotions. Fear, guilty, sadness and anger. Heaven help anyone who got in his way.

Last Edit: Jun 11, 2014 10:58:49 GMT by Brad Silverton

Lieutenant JG Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer
USS Portland

Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer

Posts: 225

Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 11, 2014 11:07:56 GMT

Post by Brad Silverton on Jun 11, 2014 11:07:56 GMT

"Meanwhile in Sickbay" Part 2 of 3
35 minutes after Vike escaped
Authors: Lt. JG Jason Beauvoir, and Lt. JG Brad Silverton

Doctor Silverton injected Jena with a stimulant. It would wake her up and posed her no danger. She'd be able to talk with her father. At least Brad could give them that much.

Jason stormed into Sickbay, sparing no thought for anyone that he'd nearly run down in his urgency to get here. Jena was currently the only thing on his mind. A nurse met him at the door, she was about to say something to him, but seeing the haunted look of determination on his face, thought better of it and stepped aside.

"Where is my daughter?" He demanded in a tone that made it clear that he would brook no refusal.

Brad turned from Jena and looked up.
"Lieutenant, she's over here. She'll be coming to in a few moments so that will give us time to discuss her condition. She was in a hallway with some others on Deck 4 when the pirates attacked from the freighter. Their phaser fire struck the hull and the explosion collapsed that ceiling around here and overloaded a plasma conduit that resulted in a level 6 radiation exposure."

Jason made his way to his daughter's bed. He looked at her with concern as the doctor took an awfully long time to explain what had caused Jena to be in this state. The Science Officer had been in combat before and serving as an EMT he'd seen first hand the aftermath of explosions and what flying metal shards, plasma fire and radiation can do to organic tissue. He also knew the odds of most humanoids surviving level 6 radiation exposure. They weren't good.

Jason took a deep breath to try an calm his turbulent emotions. "Doctor, I understand the severity of the damage, what are you doing to treat her?"

"Unfortunately there is little I can do. The medical grade replicators weren't delivered and we can't make any Hyronalin." Brad points to an empty shelf and a bare wall plate.
"The tissue regenerator is likewise not going to be sent to us until next Tuesday. I don't even have an intensive care unit biobed." Brad balls his hands into fists and slams them on a table beside him.
"If it was a matter of the equipment down in a cargo bay I would have got it and installed it myself. Hell I practically built this sickbay with my own hands. The problem is they weren't delivered to the ship at all. I'm sorry Jason, there is nothing I can do."

Jason made a mental note to find out who was responsible for getting the medical supplies and equipment aboard and indulge in some 'remedial education'. To the Doctor he said.
"Thank you for you've done, I'd like to talk to my daughter now."

"Of course." Brad nodded and stepped back and stopped for a second. On the back of his hands and forearms were red blotches of skin were forming. He quickly pulled back and went back into his office next door. He sat down lazily and started reading on his main viewscreen.

"Jason, is that you?" Jena asked, groggy from the pain medicine.

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry."

"What for?" Jena asked puzzled.

"For getting you into this mess." Jason replied a tear forming in his eye.

"Hey, it's not your fault, I was the one who insisted on coming along, but I don't regret it. I got to spend time with the father I didn't even know existed and I feel blessed to have been able to do that." She said.

"I love you, Jena." Jason said sadly, as he took one of her hands his his own.

"Me too, 'Dad'." She replied, trying the word for size. Then she smiled. "Enough sadness, sit down and tell me about your brave adventures on the Quebec City."

Jason could help himself from smiling at his daughter's bravery. "So you heard about that did you?"

"Yes, one of the nurses said something about you, Tyrlai and the XO coming to the rescue."

"You've met Lieutenant Zade?"

"Yes, we did some decorating, but it's not important. Less questions, more story."

It was now Jason's turn to be puzzled, but he did as he'd been 'requested'. "Well we beamed aboard and that's when the time echos began....."

Lieutenant JG Brad Silverton
Chief Medical Officer
USS Portland

Timothy Rouse
Executive Officer

Posts: 249

Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 11, 2014 17:22:52 GMT

Post by Timothy Rouse on Jun 11, 2014 17:22:52 GMT

USS Portland
Deck 1
Authors: Cmdr Alenis Meru and Lt. Cmdr Timothy Rouse

As soon as he managed to get his duty done he pasted to Meru's office. They needed to talk, before this ship would turn into a real loony bin. He pressed the chimer when he was standing in front of it.

"Come in!" shouted Alenis, as she finished typing up a sentence on her terminal. Having just fired the ship's weapons in anger and witnessed a possible temporal distortion meant one thing for Alenis: lots of paperwork. Ko-ko had perched herself on top of her monitor, and from time to time would try to peck at the screen. Fortunately, it was made of the same scratch-resistant polycarbonate that protected PADDs from rough handling. "Mr. Rouse, I don't suppose you came by to help me with paperwork, did you?" she said, trying to welcome the XO with a joke.

"That is definitely not why I'm here." he said suddenly regretting his free way of speaking. "Permission to speak freely?"

"Of course," replied Alenis, talking over the bird which, still perched on her monitor, turned to caw at the new entrant. "Calm down, Ko-ko," she said, gently, as she ran her hand over Ko-ko's back, soothing the distressed bird. "Go ahead," she added, looking back up at her XO.

"What's the deal with that bird? Sorry for being blunt, but you look like a fool with it." Tim said, trying to restraint himself still.

"The bird..." Alenis paused, trying to figure out how best to explain it. "Ko-ko is..." Her mind raced to try to think of an explanation that wouldn't go into too much detail, yet satisfy Tim. "I've been prescribed this bird for medical reasons, by Dr. Darze."

She could tell by the expression on her Executive Officer's face that that explanation wouldn't suffice. And that their respective positions demand a certain openness that goes deeper than mandatory disclosure. She stood up from her desk and stared out the window for a moment, contemplating what she was about to say, and then turned back to Tim.

"Timothy, three years ago, I was at the battle of New Algiers, in sector 262. I was Chief Tactical Officer of the USS Gol. Four hundred and eighty six people on the Gol died that day." She let out a deep breath. That was hard enough to say, but what was to come would be even more difficult. She'd only shared this with Arvel and a couple other counselors. "Since then, I've been having... visions. And nearly every night, I've had the same dream, of being on the Gol, where I'm powerless to do anything to prevent the ship from being lost. The only thing that has helped, that has let me get a decent night of sleep since then, has been these tranquilizers that I've been taking." Alenis could see the confusion on her executive officer's face. He asked about the bird, not about her life story and mental problems. "I had an appointment with Arvel earlier today. He took away my medication and told me to carry this bird around instead. Ko-ko's presence is supposed to have a calming effect, but I think he only did it as revenge for..." Alenis paused, realizing she may have went too far, "...never mind."

"No, finish that! Revenge for what?" Tim said. He suddenly got the urge to protect her, like he would with Jud.

Alenis sighed. "While we were stationed together on a previous assignment, Arvel and I were together. In a relationship. And then..." she gazed out the window. "It's funny, with all the stars in the galaxy, it's actually a very small place. I never thought I would see him again. And yet, here he is." Alenis looked back at Tim, realizing that she was off on a tangent. "We had a relationship. We had one... then I got offered a position as an XO on another ship. So, I left." She feebly looked up at Tim, feeling cold-hearted just saying it"

"So what? You sometimes need to put you career ahead to get somewhere." Tim paused a second. "Wait, are you uhm, rekindling that relationship? Come on, Meru. You should know better. You're the captain! You can't date a officer on this ship, someone that's below you!"

Alenis immediately shot back. "That's rich, coming from the guy who..." she trailed off, immediately regretting starting the sentence.

"The guy who, what?" Tim was indignant. First Alenis was violating all sorts of regulations about fraternization, and now she was trying to make it about him.

Alenis let out a sigh. She was hoping to have a couple days to think up a more tactful way of breaking this news to him. But now that it was out there, she had to finish. "I found out who that woman on Starbase 302 was. The one you hooked up with and then abandoned in the morning without even saying goodbye." Alenis took a deep breath. "It's Ellen Washington. And that's Washington as in Admiral Washington, who just so happens to be her father. She's a nurse on this ship."

"That's impossible," Tim said as he plumbed on the coach. "Ellen," he started, but was interrupted by the intercom.

"Petty Officer Washington to the Captain. Please come down to sickbay. There is something you need to see." said the female voice on the other end.

Alenis looked up at Tim, a shocked expression still on his face. "We'll be down shortly. Alenis out."

Last Edit: Jun 11, 2014 22:26:22 GMT by Alenis Meru

Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Andrew Rouse
Executive Officer
USS Portland

Jason Beauvoir
Chief Science Officer

“Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.” ― G.K. Chesterton

Posts: 245

Mission One: "Not Until Tuesday" Jun 12, 2014 7:01:27 GMT

Post by Jason Beauvoir on Jun 12, 2014 7:01:27 GMT

"Meanwhile in Sickbay" (Part 3 of 3)
A few hours after Part 2
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir and Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton

Nurse Ellen Washington stood in sickbay across the way from the Chief Medical Officer's office. She could see Brad Silverton in there through the open hole of the unfinished office wall. He was still reading and to engrossed in... well whatever it was he was reading to call the captain and his condition. Well if he wasn't someone had too, though perhaps a little quietly so he wouldn't hear.

"Ensign Washington to the Captain. Please come down to sickbay. There is something you need to see."

"We'll be down shortly. Alenis out."

The sickbay doors opened with Alenis Meru and Timothy Rouse walking into sickbay. Jason Beauvoir was still here talking with his daughter. Jena had at this point gotten visibly worse. The meds were keeping the pain down, for the most part but her discomfort was easily seen by all and she held her abdomen.

Nurse Maria Hill was also beside Jena trying to make her comfortable. She looked up at the commanding officers coming in and approached them.

"Captain, Lieutenant Commander. Thank goodness you're here." She looks over at Ellen, "We weren't sure if you were told about the status down here or if we should have even called or if we. should have just... well you should go see Doctor Silverton."

Tim just stood back and stared at Ellen, still in disbelief that she was here.

Alenis glanced over at Tim, to see her executive officer frozen in place. "Show me to the doctor, Ms. Hill." She recognized both nurses from her appointment earlier in the day, and as a commanding officer, she strove to always remember the names of all her crew. "I suspect that these two have some... important matters to discuss."

"Yes, Captain, but..." Maria froze in place, her eyes resting on Tim. Blond hair? Check. Gorgeous blue eyes? Check. Perfect, well trained body to die for? Ellen may have exaggerated a little on that last point, but not by much. She gasped at the realization that the mystery man was none other than the ship's executive officer. "Um... right this way, captain."

Tim nodded for Ellen to follow him. He wanted privacy. Somehow his love life had became a local soap opera. Looking at the face of the other nurse she also knew who he was.

Maria Hill poked her head around the corner and into Brad's office. "Doctor Silverton?"

Brad sighed as he responded and didn't look up from his view screen. "Maria I said I didn't want to be bothered there really isn't time for CAPTAIN?!?" Brad stood up straight with his hands behind his back.

"At ease, doctor." "What's her status," she asked quietly, tilting her head in the general direction of Jena. She had read the damage reports; all things considered the Portland was fortunate to get off easy. But there was one casualty, a young woman with radiation poisoning who was in critical condition. It was all Alenis could think about for the past few hours. She struggled in vain against the mountain of paperwork that she knew would be demanded of her after the battle. Every few sentences her mind would wander back to Coln Jena lying in sickbay. She'd fret, worrying about Jena and also worrying about Jason. For him to lose his only daughter only a few days after meeting her would be devastating, even for a half-Vulcan. Alenis wondered whether to go down there or not; eventually deciding to wait until she was summoned so as not to disturb anyone. But most of all, she wondered if there was something she could have done differently. If she had only waited for the refits to be completed, or had done something different during the battle, maybe Jena wouldn't be clinging to her life in a sickbay far from home. "Is she going to make it?"

"Under normal circumstances she would easily. But, well as you can see here in sickbay we are missing a lot of the necessary equipment to treat her. I'm told it wasn't going to be ready until next Tuesday. By then I'm afraid it'll be far too late. We can make her comfortable for awhile still. Let her and Jason talk and say their goodbyes." Brad paused for a moment.

Alenis silently cursed herself for launching without waiting for the retrofits to be completed. But then again, she didn't anticipate - she couldn't anticipate - being in combat on what was supposed to be a routine environment. Of course, Starfleet command was breathing down her neck to get the tests done; presumably they were as sick of dealing with Shras as she was.

"Captain I want to apologize for not reporting to you for duty as soon as I came aboard. Sickbay was a mess, IS a mess. Then we lose our first patient and now this." Brad points at Ko-Ko. "You are sitting there being patient with medical when one of the stupid research animals got out and perched on you. I didn't even know we had any on board yet. Here let me get it off." Brad stands up and reaches to grab Ko-Ko.

"No," said Alenis as she stepped back. With a whistle, she commanded Ko-ko to perch on her forearm. She was so used to carrying Ko-ko around already that she almost forgot that she was perched on her shoulder. "This is Ko-ko. She's my... well, she was prescribed to me. Doctor's orders, I'm sure you understand." Of course, she suspected that her explanation wouldn't suffice, but it would have to do for now. "And she's very intelligent, isn't that right, Ko-ko."

"As for sickbay, it's my fault, Doctor. I should have delayed the testing until the retrofitting was complete." With the Quebec City having been stripped bare, the Fox without power on half its decks including the one containing sickbay, and the freighter not having any medical facilities to speak of, as inadequate as they were, the Portland had the best medical facilities in the neighborhood. "I didn't know..."

Brad sat back down and winced across his face. The captain obviously noticed it and stopped talking. "I suppose I had better come clean. Jena won't be the only casualty I'm afraid. I came across her in the debris strewn hallways. Engineering would go in after her. Said it was too dangerous and more would be at risk. They were just doing their jobs in protecting people but I had to do mine as doctor. Jena was trapped under some beams. No broken bones or anything but it took me a bit too long to pull her out. We have about 8 hours or so. Give or take."

Alenis rubbed her left temple. It was bad enough she had a casualty, but now she had two. And worst of all, the second was the doctor who was supposed to take care of the first. "I... I don't know what to say," she said. What Brad did was either very brave or very foolish, and possibly both. The ship's only doctor was too valuable to lose when they had a patient in critical condition, but if he hadn't faced the radiation, Jena would surely be dead already. And Alenis could hardly fault his foolishness, she probably would have done the same thing herself. "I'm afraid the nearest vessel is twelve hours out. But, please, doctor, don't give up."

Jason came to the end of his story. "My father the hero." Jena said with a smile strained somewhat by the amount of pain she was in.

Jason tried to smile back, but couldn't quite pull it off. She was handling this all, a lot better than he was.
They both knew there was nothing to be done. Without the facilities of a fully stocked Sickbay, Jena would be dead in a matter of hours.

As he sat there holding his dying daughter's hand, tried desperately to come up with a way to save her or at least give her some extra time, but hi medical knowledge was limited and he found himself dismissing each idea almost as soon as he thought it up.

At last he resigned himself to the facts. He'd only known her a few days. He hadn't been there to see all her firsts. He first steps, her first words, her first day of school. Now he wasn't going to get to see her graduate high school, date, perhaps graduate the Academy or marry.

The loss of so many moments hit him like a metric ton of thermal concrete and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

When Jena saw his tears, she broke down too.

When she'd first found out about her biological father, she'd made her mind up to be cold and aloof to him, make him work for her affection now, lying here close to death, it felt so childish. After all, since they'd he'd treated her with nothing, but kindness.

"I love you, father." She said. "I just wish we'd had more time together. You didn't get to see me play soccer. "

"I love you too, Jena. I would have liked that." He said managing a brief smile. "Now, I'll let you get some sleep." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be back soon, ma chere."

As he left to find the doctor, he cursed himself again for bringing her into such a dangerous environment.

Lieutenant Jason Anderson Beauvoir
Chief Science Officer
USS Portland

Tolaran Kian: Brian, can't reply via pm on the new forum or message you! Yes please to your pm! Will start something up asap!

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Jason Beauvoir: It didn't make much sense that the Voyager crew couldn't make more torpedoes, after all the created a new shuttle (the Delta Flyer) as well as as some new probes, that weren't on board in the beginning. Apr 2, 2015 2:41:40 GMT

Alenis Meru: I suppose it's like Voyager -- how they fired 123 of their 38 irreplaceable photon torpedoes during the show's run Apr 2, 2015 2:22:49 GMT

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