COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
USS Nimitz
Fuel For Thought 2004-11-01
Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz- Bridge- CO- Captain Devan Sash - 1111) Sash watched as the Alamo came straight at them. He thought that it was a bit early in game for a suicide run from LaBeau. He knew that the Alamo had more in her than that. Still, who knew what was going through the other captain's mind right now. No, Sash was pretty sure he had an idea. "Get ready Onyx," he told his Tactical chief. "Dr., any green lights?" Suddenly he got the news he wanted. "Now Ensign, grab her." "Captain," Kateb repported, "We have the Andorian on board but she is wounded badly. The transporter chief had her transferred to medical." "Excellent," Sash said absent mindedly. He was still following the progress of the Alamo. The ship had shot past them and stopped in front of the trawler. Then it turned and began a run on the trawler. Now this was what he had expected. Then something unexpected happened. =^=Troi to Sash on secure channel, Sash are you there?=^= "Ms. Kateb, secure this line," Sash growled. The next thing he saw was Kestra looking a little frazeled. "Comander you've picked a hell of time for conversation. =^=Captain, we are going to beam a team aboard the Alamo and try to take it over. Any objections?=^= "You want to do what?!!!" Sash couldn't believe his ears. =^= Sir, I dont see any other choice as she is making a run on us and I really dont want to destroy her. There are a lot of federation crew members on herthat are just following orders like we did at one time and are doing now. I think given the chance to hear what we have on Doenitz they will join us.=^= Sash was trying to be patient. Kestra had picked one lousy time to think of the moral imlications of what was going on. There really was no time for this. "Commander, listen up and listen good. Although I appreciate your... reservations, we have already gone down this road. it is to late for moral debates. We have made our decisions, as have the crew of the Alamo. I don't wish to destroy them either, but that choice is not ours any longer. I have given Captan LaBeau plenty of opportunities to end this. He is not about to stop now." Sash didn't have the time for this but he could tell that kestra needed reassurance. "Look Kestra. Realistically, do you really think that LaBeau is going to even let you talk to his crew. The moment anyone beams over there, they'll be in for the fight of their lives. There won't be time for discussion. You have more serious matters to contend with, like the fact that the Alamo has just planted itself in front of the Archimededs. Prepare yourselves for the real fight. This is far from over. Sash out." The screen went blank and then to the view of the trawler. The tactical display showed the Alamo now moving towards them from the other side. This was far from over. "Open a hailing frequency to the Alamo," Sash ordered. "Captain LaBeau," Sash began, "I know what you're about to do. Think this through Captain. It doesn't have to be like this. Henre, please, think about the rest of your crew. Is this really worth dieing over?" Sash listened to the silence. He looked up at Kateb who indicated that they were being recieved. He wasn't certain what was coming next, but he had a pretty good idea, if LaBeau were as desperate as he appeared to be. "Set course, warp 2. Put us between the Alamo and the trawler." (reply Asoru, LaBeau, Kateb, Troi) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.06 Mission: Fuel For Thought Mission Day: 5 Stardate: 2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz- Bridge- COUNS- Ensign John Harrison - 1112) Harrison glared at the shield modulation, willing it to flash red. The sooner it did so, the sooner they could beam off whoevever was on there. At least that's what he presumed the reason for this task was. He may know little about Starship combat, but he knew that if you wanted to damage or destroy the enemy ship, you just wore down the shields and finished them off. The only thing you could do in the short moment of the shield being down is beam someone on or off. And since it was highly unlikely that Captain Sash wanted to attempt to hijack the Alamo, they could only be beaming someone off. He stopped thinking about this. It wasn't really his business at the moment. He glared at the number, watching it change, up and down, by random amounts, until... "Sir!" he said, "I've got it!" He read it quickly and called it over to Kateb. (reply Kateb, Sash) (posted by James Batchelor) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1115) "Ensign Kateb, be ready for the counselors report." “I'm ready!” "Ship decloaking directly under us," came a report. "Brace for impact!" Sash called out. Suddenly, nothing happened. "Onyx?" Sash asked. “Ready to fire phaser and torpedoes.” "Thank you Lt. Dumas," Sash said under his breath. "Fire phasers." Onyx fired phaser using more or less the same way she did before, modulate the frequency. It was a beautiful sight to see the Alamo shaken. "Quantum torpedoes, now!" he ordered. “Torpedoes fired now.” Onyx launch a volley of torpedoes, only a couple hit the mark. "Return fire," Sash yelled. "Launch torpedoes four at a time. " “Yes Sir, in concert with phasers.” She was talking at the same time firing. Then, the moment she was waiting fore, the Alamo shields went down., she immediately started to scan and found what they were looking for, at the same time the transporter did it's thing. “Captain... We have the andorian on board but she is wounded badly. The transporter chief had her transferred to medical. (Reply from anyone) (Posted by Laurence) Stardate:2406.10.06 USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1116) Onyx had her focus completely on the Alamo, knowing full well what Captain Lebeau wanted to do. On her side, she was ready, torpedoes and phasers were lock on it ready to fire. It didn't surprise her that Captain Sash wanted to give one last chance to the Alamo to stop this and go away. But would he... that was another question. "Captain LaBeau," Sash began, "I know what you're about to do. Think this through Captain. It doesn't have to be like this. Henre, please, think about the rest of your crew. Is this really worth dieing over?" There was silence Sash looked up at her she gave him a sign that they were being recieved. "Set course, warp 2. Put us between the Alamo and the trawler." We were back in the waiting game now. (Reply from anyone) (Posted by Laurence) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1120) Onyx was monitoring what she could of the Alamo's weapons system. The torpedoes and phaser blast did the job on them but she wasn't sure, the partial shields that the Alamo still had made her uncertain. Then she noticed something happening as the Nimitz went into intercept. “Captain, the Alamo is preparing something... waiting confirmation, I think they are arming the matter antimatter warhead. (Reply from Sash, anyone) (Posted by Laurence) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1125) Michaella realized she was being shook, and then heard the sound of a hypo hitting her system. "Come on Doctor, wake up! We have someone who needs help!" Michaella then heard her intern Doctor say. "What happened here?" "She just collapsed, Doctor." One of the nurses said. "Probably the strain of the last couple of days. Get me another 10 ccs of the stimulant. We have to get her awake." As the ship rocked again from a hit. "Ugh.." Michaella said, beginning to come out of her fugue under the effect of the medication. The intern looked down at her, pity clearly written on his face. "Michaella, there is a young Andorian woman out there near death who has a knife stabbed into the side of her. I've got her on life support, but she won't last much longer." Michaella took his hand, getting up off the floor, blood dried onto the side of her face. Michaella strove for calm again, finding that center outside herself, diving into the well of it. "Tell me about her." Michaella stated, her tone becoming very cold, flat and logical. "Andorian female, about 30 years of age, knife wound to the abdomen..." Michaella listened to all the yucky details as she studied the terminals. "Ok." Michaella said, studying the knife. "It has poison on it, which is coursing through her system. Take a sample of it and begin to isolate." Michaella ordered, staring at the serrated edge blade on the viewscreen. "Damian," She said, calling her intern doctor over, "Transport that blade out. I'll be ready with the forcefield to hold her together." Michaella turned to another computer terminal, typing quick commands into it. "On the count of three, Damian!" Michaella cried, holding her hand poised over the control. "One." "Two" Damian spoke quietly. "Three" The two doctors said in unison. Michaella paused for a second, giving time for the transporter to shimmer, then hit the forcefield, closing the gash. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. "It's a fairly common Klingon poison." One of the nurses stated, and Michaella nodded. "Do we have the antidote in stores?" The nurse held up the hypo. "Inject her with it, while we work on the surgery to close some of the severed arteries. Replicate nanite 691c4 and inject 30 of them into the wound to repair the damage to her bladder and stomach. They can do a better job than I can." She said with a smile, meaning that she really wasn't a surgeon. Michaella then proceeded to work on reconnecting the the arteries, and restoring the blood loss. "Look at those bruises!" Michaella said, pointing to the ones that were bone deep bruises on the Andorian's face. "I wonder how she got them?" Michaella asked the air as Damian hooked up a regenerator to the side of the Andorian woman's face. The Andorian whimpered, beginning to come out of the anesthesia, so Michaella shot her full of more anesthetic, intending to keep her out for a while, to let some of the damage heal. Michaella took a step back, looking at the poor Andorian woman who had been so beaten up. She hadn't yet heard the story of how she came to be aboard the Nimitz, but it was pretty common knowledge that the only klingon on board the Nimitz wouldn't've done this to a fellow crew member. "What's her story?" Michaella asked the nurse with the highest gossip quotient. The nurse had no clue, other than she was beamed aboard from...somewhere. "She isn't a Nimitz crewmember though." The nurse finished up. Michaella nodded, checking on the rest of her patients. Then it occurred to her that sometime in the last 2 hours, the battle had stopped. She gave one last look around sickbay, then ended up back in her office. Her gossipy nurse came in with a tray a few minutes later. "it's my mum's recipe. chicken garlic noodle soup." Michaella looked over the food, feeling somewhat nauseated. "You tuck into that Miss Michaella." She was ordered as the nurse bustled out. Michaella, too tired and emotionally drained to argue, followed orders, finding the soup remarkably restoring and delicious. She picked up a piece of garlic bread and dipped it into the soup, closing her eyes and seeing out of another person's for a brief moment before she opened them in shock. ~Who was that and where was I? I thought I saw Kestra....~ Michaella thought for a moment, finishing up her soup and bread. She felt immensely better almost immediately. She picked up the tray, heading back out into the lab and checking on the Andorian woman yet again. They didn't have her name yet, but they would soon enough. Michaella felt something strange from her, stopping and placing her hand on top of the woman's head. Michaella saw the dream that she was reliving over and over again. People thought shock was something that could be ignored, but it really was worse than some of the physical wounds. It took longer to heal. ::Rest:: Michaella sent to her, using a Betazoid mind-calming technique that she had used on her children when they had bad dreams. ::It's all a dream, an illusion. Rest and heal.:: Michaella moved away from the woman after she felt her fall into a deeper sleep. She continued to patch up the minor wounds that were now coming in, now that the worst was over. ~I hate war.~ She thought to herself for a brief second. ~And I wonder how my children are handling the death of their father.~ (reply any, none) (posted by melinda :-)