USS Spectre

From: JoGoodman2@aol.com
Sent: Tuesday, 10 February 2004 10:02 AM
To: spectre-nrpg@freedom-squadron.com
Subject: Spectre Compile Jan 26-Feb 1 (pt 1)

Spectre compile Jan 26-Feb 1 
Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 4/Return To Wonderland, Day 1 
Stardate 2406.03.12 


Stardate: 2406.03.01 
(Utopia Planitia- Starbase Valhalla- Deep inside The Yards - 12.00) 
2406.03.12 
(USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, Hank Longfellow - 08.00) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 8:43) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 08.45) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 9:10) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 09.15) 
(USS Spectre: Bridge - TAC/SC/2O Orde - 0915) 
(USS Spectre: Main Engineering - Lt.(jg) George Orde - 0915) 
(USS Spectre, Ready Room, Kahila Lono, 9:30) 

Mission: Return to Wonderland, Day 1 
Stardate: 2406.03.12 

(USS Spectre, Sickbay, CO, Captain Remae - 11.30) 
USS Spectre, Ready Room, ACEO Peabody - 13.05) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 15.30) 
(USS Spectre: Bridge - Lt. Pierce Orde - 1530) 
(/USS Spectre/: Main Engineering - Ensign Peabody - 1605) 
(USS Spectre: Main Engineering - Lt.(jg) George Orde - 1605) 


Stardate: 2406.03.01 

(Utopia Planitia- Starbase Valhalla- Deep inside The Yards - 12.00) 

The dayshift was progressing quickly, repairs were under way on the 
docks that had shorted out last night, due to some idiot wiring that had 
somehow had managed to escape inspection for the past few months. Now, 
it was very apparent as all the lights were out on a few pylons. The 
ships that were attached were running under their own power for the time 
being, but the impact of the power loss was being felt all over the 
station and Utopia. For Assistant Chief Engineering Officer Walter 
Peabody or "Doc" to the crew that operated under him. He was tall and 
wiry, a gangly officer who refused to fix his eyes and instead opted for 
the glasses that made it a comical sight to see him walking down the 
hallway. Tall and thin was his game. 

Peabody had always loved engineering, mostly due to his lifelong 
interest in taking things apart and never putting them back together 
again. He had curbed that problem early on, thank goodness. Even now, 
he had to resist the urge in his quarters, as there were many things to 
take apart there and he would never find the time to put them back 
together. That's what he excelled in. Taking things apart. He could 
put them back together, but it just wasn't as fun. He was a damn fine 
engineering officer and all of his CO's knew it. His eccentrics of 
talking to himself, the equipment and anything that moved were just 
accepted risks of having the man on board. In a crunch, he could solve 
several problems at once. He was the doctor of whatever ship he was on 
and cared deeply for her. It was that idea that drove him. And it 
drove others too, mostly batty, but it was ok. 

"Doc! Power coming through these two here, but nothing on the third and 
fourth!" The young ensign shouted from across the room. Peabody 
nodded. "Very well. We'll just take this power coupling here and tell 
it to listen, and then we'll." He kept going as he worked and the young 
engineer with him turned to watch him work. The conversation with the 
item continued, "Yes, now you'll work and do good things. Or the Doc 
here's gonna help you understand how we work as a team, yes." Not used 
to this behaviour, the new officer turned around and kept working, 
hoping he was safe. He kept an eye on the door, just in case. A shout 
from Peabody startled him. "Ha! Got it! Give 'er a try there!" A few 
touches of wire, buttons and the power began to flow back to where it 
was supposed to go. "That's the way we do things around here, yes 
sirree." Walter tapped the power box and headed out the door. 

(Utopia Planitia - Starbase Valhalla - Deep Inside The Yards - 15.00) 

Peabody had received orders to report to the CEO's office. Upon 
entering, the mood told everything he needed to know. The younger 
officer looked up and sighed deeply. "You've been dispatched to the USS 
Spectre. Not sure why and they're telling me anything right now. You 
leave in an hour Doc." 

Walter nodded slowly. The young man had been learning many things while 
they had studied together. As young as he was, there was something 
about him that made him seem older and wiser. Perhaps it was how 
engineering officers were. "Very well. I better go. It was fun while 
it lasted chief." He shook the man's hand. "Treat her right. And talk 
to her once in awhile." The door closed behind the ACEO as the Chief 
leaned back in his chair. He might start talking to the ship. Maybe. 

(USS Spectre - Coming out of Warp- Shuttle Tyderion - 12.30) 

The journey had been exciting for the Doc, but for the poor pilot it had 
been one of those trips he wanted to forget. He wasn't a 
conversationalist and most certainly didn't want to talk about the 
insides of the warp core of his own ship, but the man to his right had 
just kept talking and talking and after awhile the shuttle pilot wasn't 
sure he was involved in the conversation anymore. He just piloted the 
shuttle and faced forward, letting the tall and skinny man prattle on 
and on. They arrived and as fast as he could he got rid of the annoying 
officer, quickly turning his ship around and heading straight home 
again. 

Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 4 
Stardate: 2406.03.12 

(USS Spectre, Outside Remae's Office, ACEO Peabody - 13.00) 

Peabody walked through the hallways, looking for the Captain of the 
ship. After a few conversations, he found himself at the door. He 
tapped to key, heard the beep. 

(Reply from Remae, Any) 
(Posted by Aaron Delay) 

Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 4 
Stardate: 2406.03.12 
(USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, CO, Captain Remae - 08.00) 
Hank sat quietly at the meeting as he sipped at the warm mug of jumja tea before him. The aches and pains had diminished along with the fatigue that had plagued him. He'd finally gotten some sleep even with the early morning meeting. Once more his nerves were calm and steady as he listened to the Captain as he addressed the crew. 
He'd watched as the view screen came on and the two Xenolithe ships had decloaked. 
"That's impossible," Octan exclaimed, as he checked some settings. 
"Sir," he turned to the Captain, "those ships are using Romulan cloaks!" 
"Distance?", said Remae, standing up all of a sudden and heading out of the door and onto his Bridge. 
Frowning the ACEO stood up and followed the Captain but moved over to his own post on the bridge. Tapping at the panel for a moment he called up the systems display for the ship and started to check through the systems before alerting Main Engineering to prep for a boost in energy requirements. 
"Red Alert, all hands to battle stations, Nageri ships approaching.", the Captain said, sitting down as the Red Alert klaxons wailed once more. 
"Pierce, warm up the weapons, CONN, fire up the engines, full impulse, heading away from our Xenolithe friends!", said Remae. Hank winced as he listened and glanced over the display for the impulse engines but they were still in the green as was the power grid. He started shunting power towards weapons and shields along with the engines and asking for more from the warp drive and reactors. 
"Lieutenant, ready your launcher but wait for my orders, I don't want to give us away if they've not seen us and there could be more cloaked Nageri ships, waiting for us to show up." 
Silently Hank shook his head with a slight frown. The thought of taking the ship into battle without having fully tested out the hull's integrity was troubling to say the least. Pausing he glanced over his shoulder to the main view screen before looking back to his station. 
"Aye, sir," the security officer replied and Longfellow started to look back towards his own station. 
He barely felt the ship rock under him as the workstation before him blew apart in a shower of arcing power as the EPS system suffered from the feedback pulsing through it. The crackle of plasma scorching out across the panels reeked in Longfellow's nose for a moment before it was replaced by a more disturbing scent, that of burnt flesh. 
The ACEO's eyes rolled back into his head as the power flowed through him for a moment only to ground out through him before the systems caught the flow and channeled it away from the feedback damaged areas once more but it was to late as the ensign slumped down to the floor. The body knelt there only a moment before it toppled over. 
"Captain, shields are down by half!" called out a voice but Hank couldn't hear it. 
(The last post by Mark) 
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(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 8:43) 

Kahila had just webbed herself into the safety harness, preparing to ride out the battle, when she heard the Captain say to Pierce: 

"Lieutenant, ready your launcher but wait for my orders, I don't want to give us away if they've not seen us and there could be more cloaked Nageri ships, waiting for us to show up." 

Then everything happened at once. The ship's deck bucked and rocked beneath her -- bringing back memories of an earthquake that had destabilized her grade-school so badly they'd taken temporary quarters for it-- but this seemed so much worse! Holding to her webbing, she saw Pierce thrown to the deck. Then a flash to her right made her swerve her head around, and she saw Hank's workstation explode, and Hank fall. The smells of burning were suddenly overwhelming. 

~But oh God! Hank looks . . .~ 

Kahila loosened her webbing with one hand, smacked her com with the other, and shouted "Medical emergency on the Bridge!" 

Once she was free of the webbing, she was nearly thrown by the ship's movements, but grasped the edge of her workstation, then lowered herself and crawled toward Hank's body. 

"No, don't leave us," she whispered. Though she knew it must already be too late. ~But Starfleet medics can do so much!~ Swift memories of Hank flooded her mind -- 
his intense expressions of concentration when he was working, his quiet awkwardness during their interviews. She'd hoped to know him better. 

Kahila looked back toward Captain Remae, and silently shook her head. 

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