USS Spectre

From: JoGoodman2@aol.com
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Subject: compile Spectre, July 28-Aug 3
Mission: Cloak and Dagger, Day 2 
Stardate 2406.03.08 
compile July 28-Aug 3 

(USS Spectre, Main Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:45) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 15.15) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono - 15.15) 
(USS Spectre, corridor near turbolift, Kahila Lono, 16:00) 
(Marauder Avarice - CO Gort - 1700) 
(USS Spectre - Sickbay - Cambridge - 20.08) 

(USS Spectre, Main Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:45) 

Hank looked over the display in and pointed things out to the crewman next to him that still needed to be checked over and 'fixed'. Days of work were now simply being flicked off with a touch of someone somewhere with security clearance and a mission to goof up the ship he'd and the others had just worked so hard to get going again. Even though the damage wasn't real and the systems could be turned back on with a proper checking of the crewperson's response training it still seemed like all of that work simply didn't matter. The new warp core flashed again when it had gone off-line due to the shut down imposed upon it, and he was still trying to figure that one out. Pausing he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingertip then opened his eyes once more. He still ached and the tension he was feeling wasn't helping it to go away. "Go and fix it and remember if they tell you it explodes or anything, do not talk," Hank muttered grimly. "Unless they say you can. There are two messages on the board about crewpeople during the testing who thought they'd be helpful and answer something even though one was 'dead' and the other was 'unconscious'. Just lay there until a med team finds you," he muttered with a frown. Crossing his arms he let his shoulders slump as he glared at the board. 

"Got it. No talking while dead," the crewman answered with an amused grin. "Now is that a normal rule or just during the tests," the man asked with a good-natured chuckle. 

Remembering the fevered, haunting of his father, Hank gave a slight shiver at the crewman's words and simply looked to him with his normal unemotional expression. 

"Right. Fix it and don't talk," the crewman said with a slight wince and a shrug before moving off. 

It hadn't been a week since Hank had been at the Academy doing test after test to get to where he could be in the field somewhat, but even here there were more tests. One of the instructors had told him all of life was actually one test with problem after problem and each to be solved in their own way. Shifting he rested his fists upon part of the workstation and leaned heavily on his arms as he stared at the display and the areas in red. "How did I end up here," he whispered to himself softly with a heavy sigh. He'd been assigned to a starbase as an engineer, but even with his record he'd made it up to ACEO. Now only a few days later he was on a ship giving orders as if he was the Chief. Letting his head sink down he wondered if it was too late to go back to the Academy for more training. Especially since he was seemingly in charge of attending to and repairing systems that he had little to no information on. Glancing up he caught the reflection in the display of someone that wasn't in an engineering uniform. Frowning slightly he turned around then nodded to himself as he looked over to the First Officer. 

"Hello Ensign. I won't disturb your work for more than a few moments. Could I have a short report on the progress with getting the warp core back online," she asked. 

"Sorry Ma'am," Hank said with a nod as he stood up and assumed his proper at-ease stance. "We're working on the warp core, but with the alterations made upon it the tracking of the errors that they thought up are a bit more difficult then normal, however I don't believe in excuses myself," Hank stated firmly before gesturing to the board behind him. "We have a 'mobile error' in the system, but we've tracked it down and figured out where it will go wrong next and are taking the steps to block it and get a system restart as soon as possible," Hank said as he glanced to the board with a frown for a moment. "Two of the Jefferies Tubes were 'damaged' during the hazard with one crewman 'dead' during repairs since he didn't scan before crawling into the 'plasma filled area' and another that simply lost consciousness," Hank added with a smirk. "However the tubes have been 'cleared properly' and we're waiting to contain and eliminate the system error before start up," he added simply. 


(reply Lono ) 
(Posted by Mark) 


(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 15.15) 

"Damage report?", he asked and as the system report came in, the 
viewscreen showed the launching shuttle with the team to board their 
target, Endeavour Number One, the one that had been shooting at them. 

"Bring us around and head into transporter range of the other ship, 
prepare to beam over their survivors.", ordered the Captain, the ship 
wasn't too far away, at impulse, they would be there within minutes. of 
course, that was without interference. 

"Captain, more drones incoming.", reported the OPS officer. 

"Fire at will, Pierce and see if you can get a scan of the second 
Endeavour and see what we are dealing with.", the Bajoran said, as the 
first of the test drones opened fire at them and once more, he was 
rocked in his seat. 

"CONN, ETA to transporter range?", he asked, he knew it wasn't going to 
be long but as soon as they were in range, they were going to have to 
drop shields and transporter the crew over. 

Another hit from the drones shook the shields but Remae knew that the 
control crew in the Starbase were having a great time; he was just 
hoping all the systems of the Spectre would carry on working as well as 
they have been. 

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

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono - 15.15) 

Kahila watched the viewscreen which showed the launching shuttle with the team to board their target, Endeavour Number One, the one that had been shooting at them. 

"Bring us around and head into transporter range of the other ship, prepare to beam over their survivors.", ordered the Captain. 

"Captain, more drones incoming.", reported the OPS officer. 

"Fire at will, Pierce and see if you can get a scan of the second Endeavour and see what we are dealing with.", the Bajoran said. 

Kahila grasped the chair, nearly being thrown from it, as she had been before, when the first of the drones fired. She watched as Pierce executed the Captain's orders, and worried as to how much damage the shields were taking. She noticed the Captain continued to appear calm and controlled, attentive, but not unduly concerned. 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 15:25) 

Now that the Spectre had come within transporter range of the Endeavour, Kahila notified Sickbay, then decided it was time for her to take a more active role. She said to the Captain, "Sir, could I supervise the medical transfers." 

After his assent, Kahila went to the turbolift, then to the transporter room. She saw the medical teams were equipped and waiting. Glimpsing the ACMO near the transporter pad, Kahila made her way to her, then watched as the first gleaming lights appeared, and became three people, two standing, supporting another. Medical officers rushed forward to assist, and two of the casualties were helped onto anti-grav cots. These were moved toward the door, and other officers came forward as the next group of evacuees appeared. Kahila's eyes roved back and forth, noting the smoothness of the transitions between the entrance and pad. 

She tapped her combadge and spoke, "Captain, Lono here. The first evacuees have arrived, and casualties are being moved from the transporter room." 

reply any 
(posted by Josephine Goodman) 

(USS Spectre, corridor near turbolift, Kahila Lono, 16:00) 

Kahila realized she was not needed at that moment on the Bridge, so she had asked the Captain's permission to personally check on the progress in Engineering. He had assented, and she took the turbolift to Engineering. She walked into the department, her eyes glancing around at the crewmen busy at their workstations. 

~This work is really fascinating. I wish I'd taken more classes at the Academy than the required survey course. When I have time, I'd like to observe more in here. Right now I'd just be in the way.~ 

She found Ensign Longfellow talking to one of the crewmen, pointing out areas of schematics on a display. She stood for a moment, until he'd finished, then she caught his attention and said, "Hello Ensign. I won't disturb your work for more than a few moments. Could I have a short report on the progress with getting the warp core back online?" 

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(posted by Josephine Goodman) 
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(Marauder Avarice - CO Gort - 1700) 

Gort rubbed his hands, partly through anxiety over what he was about to do, 
but mostly at the thought of his cargo hold... and the bountiful profits it 
held. Following a short - and extremely lucrative - bout of leave which he 
had spent serving within the family business aboard his old ship, his 
Marauder was now bearing down on the USS Spectre. A Federation ship, and a 
highly unusual one by all accounts. 

~I wonder what the going price of that cloaking device is...~ he thought, 
whilst he subconsciouly began calculating the profits it could hold. 

His weapons officer's voice brought him abruptly out of his daydreams: 
"Getting unusual readings from the hoo-man ship, Daimon." 

Gort brought the sensor readings up on his personal console and said, "Hail 
them." When the communications officer nodded back that the channel was open 
he continued, "This is Daimon Gort of the Ferengi vessel Avarice, requesting 
permission to beam aboard, but in the meantime perhaps my ship could offer 
some assistance?" 

~For a price~ 

(Reply Spectre) 
(Posted by Michael Drake) 


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(USS Spectre - Sickbay - Cambridge - 20.08) 

"I'm fine, good actually. I'm enjoying the challenge of helping to get 
this ship ready for a mission and am very much looking forward to what 
lays ahead. My recent near death experience has made me feel a lot 
better about certain things and one of them is my career. As for anyone 
causing me trouble.... not even a little bit. And I'm sleeping just fine 
too! What about you DR Cambridge, are you sleeping well?" 

Cambridge laughed heartily for a moment and leaned forward in his 
chair. "You turned that right back on me pretty quick Rain, I'm 
impressed. I'm sleeping as well as can be expected. It'll get better 
over time..." His voice drifted off as the memories of the lost drifted 
back. Mac shook himself and smiled to her. "I'll be on surgery watch 
for a bit of time, I'm going to leave you in main sickbay, does that 
work for you?" 

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Cambridge nodded and stood. "Very well Ms. Anderson. I'll head on back 
to surgery and get ready in case we get something." 

Mission: Cloak and Dagger - Day 2 
Stardate: 2406.03.08 

(USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Cambridge - 14.50) 

Doctor Maxwell Alexander Cambridge adjusted the head gear that was on 
over his mask. The surgery was taking a bit longer then expected. Rhea 
Edison had gone into shock earlier and had surprised even Mac himself. 
Quickly, they had moved her into examination and found she was bleeding 
internally, for whatever reason. It appeared that Edison had taken a 
quite a fall and had told no one about it. Now, they were trying to 
rectify the problems in front of them. The blood was being clotted, but 
the suture was proving hard, even for Cambridge. 

"Get me the regenerator in here Clancy..." A tool was handed to him 
from a random ensign, most likely Clancy or someone near Clancy. The 
suture moved a bit quicker now as the team worked to clean, seal and 
heal. Suddenly a klaxon ripped through the surgery room. Cambridge 
groaned out loud. 

^All hands, this is the Bridge, the ship is about to enter the test 
area, over the next few hours, all departments will be tested but the 
exact nature of those tests is random, these include tactical, 
engineering, medical, science and other unknown elements. including a 
live fire exercise. As result, we are now going to Red Alert. Bridge out.^ 

~Damn! Perfect timing Edison, perfect timing.~ Maxwell doubled his 
efforts as the monitors beeped and whirred along with the work the 
surgery team was working feverishly to complete. 

^Anderson, to all medical teams, report to sickbay immediately.^ 

=^=Bridge to Sickbay, prepare for the transport of survivors and 
wounded, we'll be in transporter range within 5 minutes.=^= 

"BAH! They couldn't make it simpler could they..." And with that, the 
lights went out in surgery and a few red lights surged on as a alarms 
began to ring all over the room. Cambridge just sighed and hit the 
button on his headgear for the light and bent back down to his work. 
The team around him quickly brought together generators and portable 
lights. The surgery continued, although this time there was intense 
movement now. They needed to get her out of here before something else 
happened. 

The deck rocked, forcing the crew to hold onto something. A patched 
link in the corner of the room held the communications link to hear the 
orders coming into sickbay. 

=^=Sickbay. Lono here=^= 

^Yes Lieutenant^ 

=^=I've transferred the new ETA and scans of the other, the real, 
Endeavour to your terminal.=^= 

"What the hell are they talking about?" He said it to no one in 
particular, just to wonder out loud what it all meant. 

^Acknowledged. Sickbay is standing-by^ 

"Clancy, how close are we?!" The man checked the work. "Close enough 
sir. We're done here." Cambridge nodded and stepped away, letting the 
team move in to stabilize, seal and move Edison. Blood on his surgery 
uniform and on his gloves, Cambridge left surgery and walked directly 
into hell. Spotting Anderson, he moved quickly to her. 

"Report..." 

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