Post by Jason Beauvoir on Mar 27, 2015 6:53:07 GMT
The Final Conflict, Part IV
Caves, Gamia III
MD6, 1015 hrs
Authors: Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Trylai Zade, Lt. Parker Hudson, Lt. Jason Beauvoir and Lt. JG Amata Zan.
Last Time on Star Trek: Portland
Even though he knew that there was no way she could have survived this he preesed his fingers to her neck to feel for a heartbeat. Seconds ticked by as he desprestly prayed for the signal that confirmed his friend hadn't died. But that never came. He dropped his head and let out a deep breath before stating the obvious.
"She's dead."
And now, the continuation...
While the others were arriving Tim moved his hand over Meru's eyes and closed them. He stood up and looked at the people around him, each and everyone clearly shocked and sad. He had a hard time speaking. He looked up at Zade and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You did what you had to do." He said to her softly, before speaking to the team. "We need to get back to the ship, with the Captain." he said. "I ask you to put your feelings aside for a slight moment, no matter how hard it is. We just lost our Captain, our mentor and friend. We need to show our respects and make sure the Captain didn't die for no reason." He wasn't good at speaching or motivating, but he hoped they all understood what he was trying to say. "We need to get medical down here for the lieutenants and there need to be transport enhancers set up in this cave to transport the Captain to the Portland.
Tyrlai pocketed the shard and picked up the disruptor. She didnt want to carry the thing another moment but she wasn't leaving it for any straggling cultists. She blinked for a few moments not wanting to show anything. She was Tyrlai, and that meant strong. Only for a moment and then she stood, there were things to do, and the walls were beginning to rumble a little. "We need to set up the buffers. Wraiths can't be killed and I think this one is angry."
Sera began to place her transport buffers. She was never one for the occult or other superstitions, but this place had definitely done a great job of shaking her up. She quickly set up the her poles and activated them. In order to cut through the interference and allow everyone to make it back, the buffer would need to be very precisely put together. As soon as hers were up, she began instructing the others on where to set theirs up.
Following the engineers orders, Gregory placed his buffers in the directed locations. He was still trying to piece together what had happened both to his group and the group they had just reached. It was hard to miss the elephant in the room...namely the dead body of the Captain lying within a stones throw of them all. He didn't understand what could have happened, who had failed in their task to protect the woman at all costs; but all he had to do was look at the faces of the others to know that he needed to keep quiet.
Amata had never had any religious experiences before, and was still trying to process his vision when he saw the captain lying dead on the ground, Commander Rouse standing over her. He was in shock -- even though he fled Bajor as soon as he was able and thought he left all thos silly superstitions behind, the simple fact that a prophet had communicated with him was overwhelming. And the vision... what did it mean? While it took some people years to interpret their visions, Amata didn't have time for that luxury right now. Trying to stay composed while waving a disriptor at the assembled Gamians, Amata did his best to control the crowd of cultists. "Stay back!" he shouted, firing a couple warning shots at one of the Vedeks who got too close. "Commander, I suggest we get out of here the instant these buffers are ready. The locals don't look too happy."
"Everything is set up then?" He asked and upon hearing the confirmation he pressed his combadge. "Rouse to Transporter room 1. Transport the whole team to sickbay." "Stand bye" was the reply heard through Tim's commbadge before their surroundings went vague and the Portland's sickbay appeared. After getting his bearings he turned around to find the doctor. Beauvoir, Parker and the Captain had been placed on a biobed.
Being beamed always left a person with a bit of disorientation. That added to the shock the vision from the prophet and the other goings on of her first away mission only multiplied things. Only now, as Sera looked around sickbay, did she truly grasp what had happened. Her eyes fell to the Captain, not the holo-captain she had worked on before... but the real Captain. The phaser burns were real. She also noticed the Chief Engineer, whom she had been working under since her arrival on the Portland, and Jason whom she hadn't met before. Sera leaned against an out of the way wall, unsure of what to do and trying to keep out of the doctor's way.
Greg moved his hand to the woman's shoulder as he had noted her shock when she looked over at their former Captain. He was still trying to process it all but right now he focus was moreso on which security officer had failed in protecting their commander. He's eyes glanced over the dirted and muddied members of the away teams as he tried to understand what had happened. "You ok?"
>tag Sera
Tyrlai took a moment to watch before turning to go. She knew what the end result was already, the disruptor would have taken out a genetically modified Gorn. The doors whooshed shut behind her as the walked towards the diplomatic offices. The shock would be over soon and it would be time for recriminations, she was used to that part. She was a few feet from the turbolift when the pain hit. A shivering twinge in her abdomen, it made her pause. Thosk would be in the offices, he would skip straight to the recriminations, she wasnt quite ready for that. She touched the corridor wall for a moment, steadied herself and walked to her quarters.
Dr Brad Silverton had already had a busy morning. He had seen Lt. Delainey Carlisle earlier that morning and then examined himself and Coln Jena for side effects of the radiation treatment. Of which he was still unsure of. He came out into the main room of sick back. He stopped and took in exactly all of what was going on and muttered the most rational and proper response that he could think of at the time.
"The hell?!?"
He rushed over to the Captain on the emergency biobed in the center of the room and started examing. "What happened? I thought this was just a diplomatic mission?"
The Captain was possessed by a Wraith. We had no other choice." Tim said in a cold emotionless tone. From the corner of his eye he saw Ellen walk in sickbay and heared her gasp in horror at the sight. He wished he could walk over to her and comfort her. He turned his attention back to the CMO. "Lieutenants Hudson and Beauvoir got injured while protecting the Captain, prior to the possession."
Hearing the commotion in the Sickbay proper, Jena followed Brad out of the medlab and was greeted by a hectic scene. The Captain, Jason and some dark haired man she didn't know, all lay on biobeds. If it were a happier time, she might make a joke about her and Jason paying rent for the time they'd spent in Sickbay. Seeing that Brad was obviously busy, she approached one of the nurses and asked. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Caves, Gamia III
MD6, 1015 hrs
Authors: Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Trylai Zade, Lt. Parker Hudson, Lt. Jason Beauvoir and Lt. JG Amata Zan.
Last Time on Star Trek: Portland
Even though he knew that there was no way she could have survived this he preesed his fingers to her neck to feel for a heartbeat. Seconds ticked by as he desprestly prayed for the signal that confirmed his friend hadn't died. But that never came. He dropped his head and let out a deep breath before stating the obvious.
"She's dead."
And now, the continuation...
While the others were arriving Tim moved his hand over Meru's eyes and closed them. He stood up and looked at the people around him, each and everyone clearly shocked and sad. He had a hard time speaking. He looked up at Zade and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You did what you had to do." He said to her softly, before speaking to the team. "We need to get back to the ship, with the Captain." he said. "I ask you to put your feelings aside for a slight moment, no matter how hard it is. We just lost our Captain, our mentor and friend. We need to show our respects and make sure the Captain didn't die for no reason." He wasn't good at speaching or motivating, but he hoped they all understood what he was trying to say. "We need to get medical down here for the lieutenants and there need to be transport enhancers set up in this cave to transport the Captain to the Portland.
Tyrlai pocketed the shard and picked up the disruptor. She didnt want to carry the thing another moment but she wasn't leaving it for any straggling cultists. She blinked for a few moments not wanting to show anything. She was Tyrlai, and that meant strong. Only for a moment and then she stood, there were things to do, and the walls were beginning to rumble a little. "We need to set up the buffers. Wraiths can't be killed and I think this one is angry."
Sera began to place her transport buffers. She was never one for the occult or other superstitions, but this place had definitely done a great job of shaking her up. She quickly set up the her poles and activated them. In order to cut through the interference and allow everyone to make it back, the buffer would need to be very precisely put together. As soon as hers were up, she began instructing the others on where to set theirs up.
Following the engineers orders, Gregory placed his buffers in the directed locations. He was still trying to piece together what had happened both to his group and the group they had just reached. It was hard to miss the elephant in the room...namely the dead body of the Captain lying within a stones throw of them all. He didn't understand what could have happened, who had failed in their task to protect the woman at all costs; but all he had to do was look at the faces of the others to know that he needed to keep quiet.
Amata had never had any religious experiences before, and was still trying to process his vision when he saw the captain lying dead on the ground, Commander Rouse standing over her. He was in shock -- even though he fled Bajor as soon as he was able and thought he left all thos silly superstitions behind, the simple fact that a prophet had communicated with him was overwhelming. And the vision... what did it mean? While it took some people years to interpret their visions, Amata didn't have time for that luxury right now. Trying to stay composed while waving a disriptor at the assembled Gamians, Amata did his best to control the crowd of cultists. "Stay back!" he shouted, firing a couple warning shots at one of the Vedeks who got too close. "Commander, I suggest we get out of here the instant these buffers are ready. The locals don't look too happy."
"Everything is set up then?" He asked and upon hearing the confirmation he pressed his combadge. "Rouse to Transporter room 1. Transport the whole team to sickbay." "Stand bye" was the reply heard through Tim's commbadge before their surroundings went vague and the Portland's sickbay appeared. After getting his bearings he turned around to find the doctor. Beauvoir, Parker and the Captain had been placed on a biobed.
Being beamed always left a person with a bit of disorientation. That added to the shock the vision from the prophet and the other goings on of her first away mission only multiplied things. Only now, as Sera looked around sickbay, did she truly grasp what had happened. Her eyes fell to the Captain, not the holo-captain she had worked on before... but the real Captain. The phaser burns were real. She also noticed the Chief Engineer, whom she had been working under since her arrival on the Portland, and Jason whom she hadn't met before. Sera leaned against an out of the way wall, unsure of what to do and trying to keep out of the doctor's way.
Greg moved his hand to the woman's shoulder as he had noted her shock when she looked over at their former Captain. He was still trying to process it all but right now he focus was moreso on which security officer had failed in protecting their commander. He's eyes glanced over the dirted and muddied members of the away teams as he tried to understand what had happened. "You ok?"
>tag Sera
Tyrlai took a moment to watch before turning to go. She knew what the end result was already, the disruptor would have taken out a genetically modified Gorn. The doors whooshed shut behind her as the walked towards the diplomatic offices. The shock would be over soon and it would be time for recriminations, she was used to that part. She was a few feet from the turbolift when the pain hit. A shivering twinge in her abdomen, it made her pause. Thosk would be in the offices, he would skip straight to the recriminations, she wasnt quite ready for that. She touched the corridor wall for a moment, steadied herself and walked to her quarters.
Dr Brad Silverton had already had a busy morning. He had seen Lt. Delainey Carlisle earlier that morning and then examined himself and Coln Jena for side effects of the radiation treatment. Of which he was still unsure of. He came out into the main room of sick back. He stopped and took in exactly all of what was going on and muttered the most rational and proper response that he could think of at the time.
"The hell?!?"
He rushed over to the Captain on the emergency biobed in the center of the room and started examing. "What happened? I thought this was just a diplomatic mission?"
The Captain was possessed by a Wraith. We had no other choice." Tim said in a cold emotionless tone. From the corner of his eye he saw Ellen walk in sickbay and heared her gasp in horror at the sight. He wished he could walk over to her and comfort her. He turned his attention back to the CMO. "Lieutenants Hudson and Beauvoir got injured while protecting the Captain, prior to the possession."
Hearing the commotion in the Sickbay proper, Jena followed Brad out of the medlab and was greeted by a hectic scene. The Captain, Jason and some dark haired man she didn't know, all lay on biobeds. If it were a happier time, she might make a joke about her and Jason paying rent for the time they'd spent in Sickbay. Seeing that Brad was obviously busy, she approached one of the nurses and asked. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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