USS Spectre

From: JoGoodman2@aol.com
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Subject: Spectre compile Nov 17-23 (pt 2)
Spectre compile Nov 17-23 (pt 2) 

(USS Spectre, Main Shuttlebay, CO, Captain Remae - 22.00) 

Shuttles had been ferrying supplies and people back and forth to the new 
encampment which someone had named 'New Hope'. One of the spare shuttles 
had been sent to scan what it could from low orbit, and finally, the 
shuttle runs had finished and the medical teams had what they wanted. 

"Ensign Longfellow, this is the Captain. you can start bring the systems 
back online now. We need the main computer online as soon as possible.", 
said Remae, closing the main hangar door on the small lights that 
represented their offloaded crew with their disease. 

(Reply from Longfellow) 

(USS Spectre, Ready Room, CO, Captain Remae - 22.15) 

Remae sat down behind his desk as the full darkness of the planet showed 
through his window. Without the stars all around him, he felt a little 
lost. 

He access his terminal and with the partial main computer back online, 
he managed to get a shipwide damage report and he watched carefully 
where the damage control teams were working. 

Parts of the computer system had failed thanks to the virus overwriting 
its instructions but the repair teams were restoring them, one system at 
a time and as they completed their task, the systems were restored 
online. 

"Computer, estimated time of repairs at current rate?", he said opening 
a bottle of water from the ration pack they had all taken with them 
since the replicators were down. 

<< 8 hours >> 

"Captain's log, Stardate 2406.03.10: 

Meeting the first Nageri ship had cost our more dearly than the others 
we met afterwards, the away teams that boarded the living ship were 
infected by a type of nanovirus that interferes with all our systems, as 
a result, we've set down on a 'M" class planet to make repairs and get 
our infected crew to a safer location and away from the Spectre before 
it totally succumbs to their infection." 

Remae's log was interrupted by a massive creaking noise that was coming 
from the Spectre herself, she didn't sound happy to be sitting on her 
belly and who could blame her? The sheer weight of the ship on her hull 
must have been great, they couldn't stay here for long. 

"Where our Romulan protectors have gotten to is anyone's guess, we still 
have to work in the assumption that the Xenolithe have a base of 
operations in this sector and I promised Admiral LoDona that I would 
find it and that's what I intend to do. 

End log." 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 22.45) 

"Lt Gort, report?", said Remae walking on the Bridge. It was being 
worked on by teams of repair personnel; they seem to have half the ship 
in pieces all around him. 

The Bajoran let out a yawn and looked down at the Ferengi, realising he 
never listened to what the Operations Officer said. 

"Lt, I need to get a few hours sleep, you have the Bridge and I will 
relive you in 4 hours. all hands, this is the Captain, those of you not 
working on vital systems, or can be spared, turn in. report back to your 
posts in 4 hours. Captain out.", said Remae, staggering a little before 
heading towards the turbolift to turn in. 

"At first light, we'll take a shuttle down to 'New Hope' and see how 
they are down there, carry on Lt." 

He entered the lift and it swiftly took him to his quarters, from that 
point on, he never even remembered how he made it to his bed, although 
within moments, that's where he was, asleep. 

(Reply from Longfellow, Gort, Any) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen) 

(USS Spectre, Ready Room, CO, Captain Remae - 23.55) 

After nearly an hour in bed, Remae had been summoned by Security back to 
his Ready Room for the arrival of an unknown Starfleet Officer who had 
beamed himself onto the Spectre. 

"Ensign Octan Maber, reporting for duty, Sir.", said the fellow Bajoran 
passing the CO a PADD. Seeing the ship was cut off from communication to 
Starfleet, Remae didn't know anything about this new arrival or what 
position he was to fill. 

"At ease, Ensign.", said Remae. Despite the lack of sleep he was 
functioning sharply, running on caffeine and his own physical endurance, 
he'd pay later on for pushing himself too hard. 

"It says here that you rushed getting out to the Spectre and were 
unwilling to wait for us to return? You got yourself out here at quite a 
risk. mind telling me why, Ensign?", said Remae, sitting back in his 
chair, waiting for an explanation. 

(Maber can fill in somemore of his story here) 

Remae rubbed at his eyebrow for a moment as he finished listening to the 
Ensign, while he did, he'd access the database and examination the 
biography of the new arrival. 

"Ensign, we have quite a situation on ship, these reports will bring you 
up to speed but basically, we have separated the crew that have been 
infected by a type of nanovirus contracted when we came under the attack 
from a race known as the Xenolithe. They employ a living ship known as 
the Nageri, which are used against their will as a form of slave 
labour." 

"Starfleet's orders are simple, to investigate the Xenolithe threat in 
this system along with the coordination of the Romulan Warbird 'Red 
Claw', which we now know to be under the command of Commander Talath, a 
brutal Romulan who caused the deaths of many onboard the USS Nimitz 
several months ago. Although we think that they don't know that we know 
who he is." 

Remae passed the PADDs to the Ensign. 

"Right now, I am making you Chief Science Officer for the Spectre and I 
want you to place the investigation of this technological infection as 
your major concern. Please liaise with the Operations Officer, Lt Gort 
and our Chief Medical Officer, Lt Cambridge to learn more. In the 
morning, I am going down to see the crew who are infected; I want you to 
come with me at that time. We've established a small medical facility on 
the surface for those infected, as their disease infects all technology 
within range." 

Remae stood up and began heading for the door. 

"Unless you have any questions, Ensign - you're dismissed. I'm back on 
duty in 3 hours and the ship won't be fully repaired for at least 6 
hours. I'll leave you to organise your department and your duties at 
your own discretion." 

(Anything else can go here from Maber) 

As Remae left the Bridge, he brought anyone there back up to speed of 
the new arrival of the CSO, he would have time to brief everyone at 
later date, right now, he had to get a few hours sleep. 

(Reply from Maber, Any) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen) 

(USS Spectre, Ready Room, CSO,  - 23.55) 

"It says here that you rushed getting out to the Spectre and were 
unwilling to wait for us to return? You got yourself out here at quite a 
risk. mind telling me why, Ensign?", said Remae, sitting back in his 
chair, waiting for an explanation. 

"Well, Captain," Octan started, already starting to like the other Bajoran's 
easy manner, "it's a bit hard to explain. For some reason I just felt the 
need to join you as quickly as possible. Also, after finishing the Academy, 
the worst thing I could think of was spend a couple of months waiting 
at a Starbase. So, here I am." 

Octan hoped that would sound plausible. His need to join the Spectre was 
far more urgent and deep-seated than that, but until he himself knew 
where it was stemming from, he thought being as vague as possible 
was the correct course of action. 

Luckily, the Captain seemed satisfied with that for now. 

"Ensign, we have quite a situation on ship, these reports will bring you 
up to speed but basically, we have separated the crew that have been 
infected by a type of nanovirus contracted when we came under the attack 
from a race known as the Xenolithe. They employ a living ship known as 
the Nageri, which are used against their will as a form of slave 
labour." 

"Starfleet's orders are simple, to investigate the Xenolithe threat in 
this system along with the coordination of the Romulan Warbird 'Red 
Claw', which we now know to be under the command of Commander Talath, a 
brutal Romulan who caused the deaths of many onboard the USS Nimitz 
several months ago. Although we think that they don't know that we know 
who he is." 

~Romulan Warbird!~ thought Octan. ~That must be ship the smuggler's sensors 
picked up. But if they were assisting the Spectre, why were they so far 
away?~ 

Remae passed the PADDs to the Ensign. 

"Right now, I am making you Chief Science Officer for the Spectre and I 
want you to place the investigation of this technological infection as 
your major concern. Please liaise with the Operations Officer, Lt Gort 
and our Chief Medical Officer, Lt Cambridge to learn more. In the 
morning, I am going down to see the crew who are infected; I want you to 
come with me at that time. We've established a small medical facility on 
the surface for those infected, as their disease infects all technology 
within range." 

Remae stood up and began heading for the door. 

"Unless you have any questions, Ensign - you're dismissed. I'm back on 
duty in 3 hours and the ship won't be fully repaired for at least 6 
hours. I'll leave you to organise your department and your duties at 
your own discretion." 

The door closed as the Captain left Octan alone. 

CSO! That would be a challenge! Octan was expecting an OPS or Tactical 
assignment. Yet, he was sure he could handle CSO - science has always 
been a hobby of his. 

~Wait! How did I know that?~ the thought flashed through his head 
alarmingly. He just wished he could remember more! 

Frustrated, he charged out of the ready room, eager to start his duties, 
if only to prevent him from trying to think about his past. 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, CSO Ensign(Jg) Octan Maber - 24:00) 

Octan strode onto the bridge and headed straight for what he knew to be the 
science console, ignoring the bridge personnel. 

NRPG: Octan isn't unfriendly, I just have no idea as to who is on the bridge 
currently :) 

RPG: 
"Computer! Please display all records on the current disease infecting 
Spectre crewmembers. Specifically, which crewmembers are infected, 
nature of the disease, cause and possible solutions so far suggested. Also, 
please tell me the locations of Dr Cambridge and Lt Gort" 

<<Complying>> 

(Reply Computer, Any)