USS Illuminar

Mission: Soliloquy
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.07.10
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0200)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Main Engineering - aFO - Commander Alex Karnovskyy - 0204)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CSO - Lt Commander Holis Gralen - 0205)
(USS Argos -- Flight Deck -- CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 0210)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0211)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0213)
(USS Raptor - Level 1 - Bridge - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston - 0230)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0234)
(USS Argos - Aft Section - CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 0235)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0236)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0237)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0530)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Main Engineering - aFO - Commander Alex Karnovskyy - 0531)
(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - ATAC/SO - Lt. Andy Taylor - 0532)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0533)
(USS Raptor - Level 1 - Bridge - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston - 0535)
(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0538)
(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal - 0540)
(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - Operations Officer Lt. Zane Miller - 0542)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - ACMO - Dr. Kyllee Stev -0545)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - FO Commander Sienna Verin & 2O Commander T’Mur -
0550)
(USS Raptor - Level 5 - Sickbay - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston and CMO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0610)
(USS Raptor – Deck 5 Sickbay - Pilot Ensign Pihi ‘Kestral’ Piripi – 0615)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf - 0616)
(USS Raptor – Deck 5 – Sickbay – Pilot Ensign Pihi ‘Kestral’ Piripi - 0617)
(USS Raptor – Deck 5 – Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf – 0618)
USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - ACMO - Dr. Kyllee Stev -0619)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf - 0620)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - CMO Commander Quinna Solice -0622)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex- 0625)
(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - Dr. Kyllee Stev, CEO Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex -0626)
(USS Raptor – Deck 1 – Bridge – CO, Captain Sekal – 0630)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0200)

The team had worked through the last sixteen hours to find answers to their questions, with no
solid answer to the big question. How can they get back to their own universe. Of course, the
underlying question was, if they can’t figure it out themselves how can they survive? And even
if they do find a way back, will they be able to survive until they are found?

With only the necessary systems still working the shuttle had been losing heat. By 1800 hours
they had all moved into their EVA suits, to maintain their body heat. She doubted that anyone
else could sense it, but she could feel the air begin to thin. If anyone else did feel they kept it to
themselves.

Upon Quinna’s insistence they all began to rotate sleeping cycles. They hope was that it would
use up less air. Even T’Mur had slept for a few hours, it was not a fitful sleep as she was
plagued by thoughts of Sienna, Luma and Temas Now she was looking at the readings that the
sensors had been able to record. She sat forward and studied what she saw.

And there it was. Of course, why hadn’t she seen it before. The blow to her head must have
shaken her a bit more that she had realized. “Dr. Gralen, I need you to look at this.”

(reply Gralen)

When the CSO came over she showed him the scans. The pattern flashed again. “There, did
you see it? The pattern is pretty clear. Are you familiar with the fractal dimensional algorithms?
Chaotic invariants like the fractal dimensions are used to characterize non-linear time series.
The fractal dimension is an important characteristic of systems, because it contains information
about their geometrical structure at multiple scales. In this work, three algorithms are applied to
non-linear time series: spectral analysis, rescaled range analysis and Higuchi's algorithm.”

(reply Gralen)

“Look here,” she said, pointing to the monitor. “You were correct. It is a door that opens and
closes, at a regular, random pattern across time. By these calculations it should open again in 3
hours and 18 minutes.”

(reply Gralen)
(Posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Main Engineering - aFO - Commander Alex Karnovskyy - 0204)

The Illuminar had been in the area for nearly two hours. They had given the area as much
scientific attention as they could. What they had discovered was that the area was riddled with
quantum irregularities, all of them vibrating at a different harmonic level. It was as if a series of
quantum filaments had crossed and created pockets of displacements that could be small
conduits to other dimensions.

Sasha had been amazed that there had been no incidents before this, but the actual affected
area was, as the universe sat, quite small, and the irregularities were near invisible unless one
was actually looking for them.

Suddenly the communications officer interrupted his thoughts, “Commander, the raptor has
arrived in the sector. They have stopped outside the area of influence on the other side of the
system.”

Karnovskyy sat up, “Open a channel.”

“Channel open.”

“Commander Karnovskyy from the Illuminar to the Raptor, welcome to the party.”
(reply Raptor)

“We’re sending over all of the data we’ve collected since we’ve arrived. Between your science
people and ours over here, perhaps we can make sense of what’s happened to the shuttle.”

(reply Raptor)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CSO - Lt Commander Holis Gralen - 0205)

Answers were seldom easy, often you had to find them obliquely when you were against
something unexpected.

“Dr. Gralen, I need you to look at this.”

He gave a start and looked at the second officer then walked toward her. "Yes?"

"This is pretty clear. Are you familiar with the fractal dimensional algorithms? Chaotic invariants
like the fractal dimensions are used to characterize non-linear time series. The fractal dimension
is an important characteristic of systems, because it contains information about their geometrical
structure at multiple scales. In this work, three algorithms are applied to non-linear time series:
spectral analysis, rescaled range analysis and Higuchi's algorithm.”

"I am familiar with the theoretical aspects, what have you found?"

“Look here, you were correct. It is a door that opens and closes, at a regular, random pattern
across time. By these calculations it should open again in 3 hours and 18 minutes.”

"Excellent!" He crowed. "This reminds me of another incident a long time ago with a ship
phasing between dimensions. They managed to snatch the captain from the ship before it
completely disappeared if I remember correctly."

Holis scrolled through her calculations before mumbling then nodding. "I concur with your
findings, three hours and sixteen point six minutes. We should prepare to convert all available
remaining power to the drive and communications so that when the door opens we can attempt
to break through. At least, that is my suggestion." He looked around at all.

(Reply: T'Mur, Quinna, Pex, Piripi)
(Posted by Charles Gatling)
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(USS Argos -- Flight Deck -- CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 0210)

Quinna made her way to the flight deck. She had spent most of her time on the aft section
staying out of the way.

Holis scrolled through her calculations before mumbling and then nodding. "I concur with your
findings, three hours and sixteen points six minutes. We should prepare to convert all available
remaining power to the drive and communications so that when the door opens we can attempt
to break through. At least, that is my suggestion." He looked around at all.
“Door? What Door?” Quinna asked. She had not been a part of the conversations before
however she was like she said, keeping out of the way.

(Reply T’Mur, Holis)

“Diverting all power, what about life support?” Quinna continued, “What are the changes by
taking this door, and to where?”

(Reply T’Mur, Holis)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0211)

“We should prepare to convert all available remaining power to the drive and communications,”
Hollis suggested, “so that when the door opens we can attempt to break through.

Quinna was, once again at T’Mur’s shoulder, “Door? What Door?”

“Dr. Gralen had noted the possibility of the portal between the dimensions was like a doorway,
opening and closing. I have discovered the next opening will be in roughly three hours and ten
minutes.” Keeping track of the passing of time was becoming more difficult through the haze of
her pain. However, she did not wish to concern the others with something that could not be
treated at this time.

“Diverting all power, what about life support?” Quinna asked, “What are the changes by taking
this door, and to where?”

T’Mur looked at the power reserves and looked back at the others, “By my calculations, if we
divert all power to the maneuvering thrusters, we will have just enough to push through the
barrier. That would include life support, and nonessential computer operations such as sensors.
The inherent problem will be when we exit the portal. Once the thrusters are depleted we will
be, basically, a powerless ship. Irony would note that the ship would be dead.”

(reply any)

She turned to the team that had been working on using the visor as a communication device.
“Ensign Piripi, Lt. Pex, do we know if there is anyone on the other side ready for us? Do we
even know if your signal has reached the other side?”

(reply Pex, Piripi)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0213)

Tegian's cobbled together booster for Ensign Piripi's VISOR had succeeded in sending a
message without harming her. It had drained just one phaser power pack and there had been
no feedback to her. She was back to wearing her VISOR and Tegian had been resting.
Tegian heard the plan and stuck his head into the Flight Deck. "I can give us a bit more power,
Lieutenant Commander, if I make use of the phaser power packs," he replied.
"However, I can't tell you whether or not the signal from Ensign Piripi's VISOR made it through.
We didn't get a response. Plus, there's a good chance there's a time dilation. All I can tell you
is that the VISOR succeeded in sending out a message."

"With your permission, Lieutenant Commander, I'll make the conversion. We won't have any
phasers, but it should give us another ..." Tegian did some quick calculations in his head.

"Ten hours of life support or another fifteen percent power to the maneuvering thrusters."

(Reply T'Mur, Any)
(Posted by Keith)
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(USS Raptor - Level 1 - Bridge - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston - 0230)

Michael had no desire to sleep since this whole incident began. With Quinna on the shuttle he
wasn’t going to rest until he was sure she was dead, or that the shuttle was rescued. Nobody
had been more surprised than he had been when Saleke had named him as the aFO while
Verin was out with whatever had happened to her. He could only assume that it was because of
the bond between her and T’Mur. It must have put a telepathic strain on them. He wondered
how the Vulcan was fairing with it.

“Lieutenant,” Taylor called out, his voice was holding on to some sort of excitement, “I am
receiving a message from… well I don’t really know where, but it is from the shuttle. I’m trying
to boost the signal.”

A few moments later he yelled out, “Gotcha, ya little dickens. Okay, here we go. Putting it
through.”

=^=To any and all vessels that can hear this. This is the USS Argos. Please respond.=^=

“Trying to respond, but I’m having trouble tracing the signal.” Taylor said.

Weston leapt to the communication station and began to work through the problem with his
Tactical officer. It took some time but he finally found the signal and was able to trace it into the
field of quantum pockets.

“Locked on,” he said. “Open a channel.”

It took Taylor a minute to follow Weston’s lead, but was finally able to open his own comm
signal. “You’re live.”

“Argos, this is the Raptor,” he announced, “we’ve received your message. Status?”

=^=Mr. Weston, is that you you? Where is the captain or Commander Verin?=^=

It must have been T’Mur, her voice was a little staticy. “Commander Verin has been…
incapacitated. The captain is currently off the bridge. I’m in charge right now.”

There was an extended pause that he could only imagine was T’Mur pulling herself together.
=^=Very well, we have been caught in an alternate dimension of space, separated by a
harmonic rift that is active at a negative point zero one of our standard universe. There is a
portal that should open for us to pass back in 2 hours fifty-seven minutes from now. Our power
supplies are nearly depleted. We will, however, attempt to cross that barrier at that time. We
need you to be ready for us.=^=

“We’re ready now, Lt. Commander,” Weston said and nodded to Tavay at Ops, who started a
countdown timer.

=^=I’m afraid this will be our last opportunity to communicate, Lieutenant. Tell Sienna that…=^=

The signal disappeared. Weson looked over at Taylor, who simply shook his head. He sighed
heavily and tapped his comm badge. “Captain, we’ve made contact with the shuttle, and have a
plan to recover it.”

(reply Sekal)

Then he turned to the bridge crew. “All right people, we have less than three hours to be ready.
Tavay, I want everything we have in tractors and transporters. We’ll need to either drag them
out or transport them out… or both.”

(reply Tavay)

He looked down at Corday at the helm. “Once we locate them we’ll need to be as close as
possible without touching one of those pockets.”

“Roger that,” the pilot replied. “I’ll be ready.”

“We’ll need as much protection from those quantum pockets as we can get, in case they shift,”
Weston said. “Think of Murphy’s law. If it can go wrong it will. Let’s go, people.”

(reply Sekal, Tavay, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0234)

The strain caused by using Piripi’s visor as a pan dimensional communications devise had
proven too much for both the woman and the device. A chart he suddenly shot through her and
she collapsed with a scream.

“Quinna,” T’Mur said calmly, “how is te ensign?”

(reply Solice)

This was exactly what she did not want to happen. She chastised herself for allowing the
human’s lack of self regards to influence her decision. With a sigh she helped Quinna carry
Piripi to the aft section of the shuttle then returned to the flight deck.

“Looks like I’m your new copilot, Lt Grey Wolf,” the Bulcan said. We're going to have one shot at
hitting that target.”

(reply Grey Wolf)
“Lt. Pex,” she turned to the engineer, “how is Ensign Piripi’s visor?”

(reply Pex)
She nodded, “Over the next two hours and fifty minutes I want you to see how much power we
can put into the nacelles. I am assuming that we will need , at the least, full impulse power to
cross the barrier, if not warp 1. Do we have that now? How can we achieve that if not?”

(reply Pex)

“Doctor Gralen and I will work together to find what we believe to be the minimum velocity we
will need.”

(reply Pex, Solice)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Argos - Aft Section - CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 0235)

Quinna tended to Piripi with kid gloves. Quinna administered some pain relievers and

“Quinna,” T’Mur said calmly, “how is the ensign?”

“She is stable but I will be much happier to have her in my sickbay,” Quinna replied. Quinna sat
back with the ensign as the others continued working on the issue.
Quinna set the portable monitor to an audio alert as Quinna decided to take her own advice and
close her eyes a bit.

(USS Argos -- Aft Section -- CMO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0535)

Quinna awoke to notice Lt. Pex next to the Ensign. She only made slits in her eyes to make it
appear that she was still sleeping but made some keen observation. It became obvious that
Pex was going to stay, and Quinna spoke up. “She will be fine,” Quinna said, “She will feel
better when she wakes. No damage.”

(Reply Pex)

Things started to shake. The shimmy was more wild than anticipated.
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Kris B)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0236)

Tegian was very worried about Kestral. There shouldn't have been any feedback. He'd done
everything to make sure the energy draw wouldn't affect her and he was consumed by guilt to
see her collapse.

He hovered over her inert form, staying out of Quinna's form, but vowing to do everything to
make it up to the unconscious ensign if she somehow survived.

“Lt. Pex, how is Ensign Piripi’s visor?”
Lieutenant Commander's question snapped Tegian out of his guilt stricken thoughts. He quickly
looked at the tricorder. The readings of her VISOR showed absolutely nothing. He couldn't
explain what had happened to her. "The VISOR is fine. I don't understand what happened to
her, Commander. This shouldn't have happened."

Then the Commander gave him the distraction he needed. “Over the next two hours and fifty
minutes I want you to see how much power we can put into the nacelles. I am assuming that
we will need , at the least, full impulse power to cross the barrier, if not warp 1. Do we have that
now? How can we achieve that if not?”

"I will drain every phaser power pack we have." He did the calculations in his head. "We'll need
to get into the space suits and turn off the life support systems and funnel everything to the
nacelles. I can't guarantee warp, however. We still don't understand the physics of this
dimension. I don't know if warp is achievable. But, you'll have enough power for full impulse for
at least ten minutes."

Tegian looked at Doctor Solice, meaninfully, touched Ensign Piripi gently on the shoulder and
then went to work draining all the phaser power cells into the shuttles reserves.

While that was going on, he pulled out enough suits for everyone, checking them methodically
to make sure each was in working condition and muttering under his breath as he had to repair
a few. He resisted shooting any looks at the Commander.

(reply Any)
(poste by Keith)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0237)

“I can't guarantee warp,” Pex said. “ We still don't understand the physics of this dimension. I
don't know if warp is achievable. But, you'll have enough power for full impulse for at least ten
minutes."

T’Mur nodded, “That will have to be enough, Lieutenant. Do what you can.” She turned to the
others. “Everyone needs to get in EVA suits, now. I will be shutting down the life support in
fifteen minutes. We’ll have three hours of breathable atmosphere in our suits. This is it people.
We will get through that barrier and the Raptor will be there, waiting for us. Let’s get ready.”

(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0530)

The last three hours had not been the most comfortable in T’Mur’s life. Once the life support
had been shut down they had managed to save more power than first estimated. Pexed had
worked his magic to put a full charge in the thruster batteries. If things aligned correctly they
might be able to hit warp speed for a few seconds. Enough to cross the harmonic barrier.

T’Mur and Gralen had worked out the math and the science. The timing was going to have to
be impeccable. Closing her eyes she took a moment to try and reach along the thread of the
bond that connected her to Sienna, in hopes that Luma’s influence would be able to deliver it.
Hope? Such a human emotion. She was constantly reminded of how much her bond with the
Betzoid has influenced her own emotional state. It was not always logical, but then again she
had never been the most logical of Vulcans. An observation that had been made by all of her
mentors. But now, she realized, that was all okay. She held onto her logic, and still managed
her emotions, except when it came to Sienna. She longed to be with her mate again.

Now she sat in the copilot seat and looked over at Tempest, “Are you ready Lieutenant Grey
Wolf?” The native american nodded. She looked over at Pex, “Are you ready, Mr. Pex?”

(reply Pex)

“Hold on everyone,” she called back to the others in the aft section, “this might be a little
bumpy.”

(reply any)
T’Mur looked over at Grey Wolf again and nodded. Simultaneously they activated the
maneuvering thrusters and then the impulse engines. The shuttle lurched forward as the front
view port showed the barrier shimmer into place. The shuttle shot towards it.

T’Mur shut down the impulse engines and let momentum of the ship carry it towards the barrier.
She transferred every erg of energy to the warp controls. Everything else in the ship was shut
down. Condensation dripped from the panels and walls.

Then T’Mur tapped in the sequence to send the energy to the warp core calling out, “Now,
Tempest.”

The pilot took over and the scene in the view port phased as the ship hit the barrier.

(reply any)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Main Engineering - aFO - Commander Alex Karnovskyy - 0531)

Karnovsky sat in the command chair like he owned it, with a confidence that he did not really
possess. He was a little uncomfortable having supplanted the Vice Admiral as commander of
the vessel, but as she put it, he had more current experience in action than she has had over
the past twenty years. “It was his show now.”

The reports came in from all of the departments that everyone was ready. Two sets of sensor
sweeps were constantly active. A long range, wide sweep, covering the entire area; and a short
range, deeper scan in the area that they hoped the Argos had disappeared through.

He stretched his arms and stood up. “Signal the Raptor and let them know that we are in
position.”

“Aye sir,” replied the Ops officer. “Raptor replied that they are ready as well.”

“Well, as we say in Moscow, a watched samovar never boils,” Sash said with a smile. “All we
can do now is wait.”

He wandered around the bridge, then stood behind the command chair, drumming his fingers on
it. For a man of action, waiting was not his forte. Fortunately he did not have long to wait.
“Commander, something is happening,” came the call from the science station. “There’s a
change in the harmonics in the field. Putting it on screen.”

The overlay of the area showed up and patches of shifting harmonics shimmered into view.

“If something is going to happen, it’s going to happen in one of these zones,” the scientist said.
“These three are all about the right harmonic convergence.”

Karnovksyy sat back back down, “Then we’ll need to be quick to identify which one it is. Be
ready.”

(reply none, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - ATAC/SO - Lt. Andy Taylor - 0532)

Taylor had decided to get an early start. It wasn’t like he had been able to sleep. T’Mur was
missing, and evn through her Vulcan demeanor he liked his boss. He also knew that her being
missing was affecting the FO. Checking their coordinates he knew that they were close so he
joined with the science team and started taking tactical scans of the area. As they got closer he
moved from long range scans to more intense short range scans.

That was when he noticed something unusual. He pulled up the data sent to them from the
Illuminar and the Boardwalk Jazz. His eyes widened.

“Helm, all stop,” he called out. He opened a comm channel, “Captain to the bridge.”

(reply Sekal)

“Get me the Illuminar,” he ordered

(reply Winters)

When the captain arrived, he knew he was going to have to talk fast to explain calling the ship to
a halt.

“Sir, it would be easier to show you than tell you,” he explained. “Look at the main viewer.”

He changed the viewer from the usual pictorial representation of the sector they were in to an
energy displacement view. There was a marker to indicate the Raptor and the Illuminar in
position. Surrounding both ships were a series of dark patches.

“Those dark patches,” he moved over to the screen and pointed to what he was talking about,
“are patches of unstable areas of the universe. Quantum patches, similar to a quantum
filament, but more localized and concentrated. They are vibrating at different harmonic
frequences. And I mean each of them are a different harmonic.”

(reply Sekal)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex - 0533)
Tegian had offloaded everything he could think of into the shuttle's reserves. He had scoured
every bin in the shuttle and found additional power cells which he had transferred to the shuttle.
The shuttle had as much power as he could give it without being able to restore the antimatter.
And, he had managed to save three phaser power cells, just in case.

He'd lined them up in front of the Lieutenant Commander. "I managed to save these,
Commander. I'm not sure what we might find on the other side, provided we make it. Do you
want an armed phaser? And, if so, who should have the other two?"

(Reply T'Mur)
After everyone had gotten into their EVA suits, Tegian checked them and made sure they were
all properly secured. Once everything was ready Tegian reported to the Lieutenant
Commander. "Commander, we're ready to go whenever you are."

“Hold on everyone,” the Lieutenant Commander called back to the others in the aft section, “this
might be a little bumpy.”

Tegian made sure that the still unconscious Ensign Piripi was secured as she could be and that
he sat next to her, ready to support her if things got bad.

(reply any)
(posted by Keith)
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(USS Raptor - Level 1 - Bridge - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston - 0535)

“Lieutenant,” Taylor called out in surprise. “Something is happening at 105 mark 3.”

“Adjust the view screen,” Weston ordered. The view of the star field shifted and there was a
shimmering around one of the quantum patches.

Everyone on the bridge was holding their breaths when suddenly there was subspace discharge
that rocked the Raptor. In the middle of the discharge a shuttle started to emerge. It seemed to
be sliding into their quantum realm sideways. Suddenly it began to slow down and seemed
stuck half way through.

“Can we lock tractors on it?” the aFO asked.

“Give me a moment,” came the reply from the science station.

“A moment may be all we have,” he muttered to himself.

“Adjusting the harmonics to the tractor wave… annnd… got it. Lieutenant, I have a lock. But
we’ll need help to pull them all the way through, without ripping the shuttle to pieces.”

“Contact the Illuminar,” Weston ordered.

=^=Karnovskyy here. We see the situation with your shuttle. It seems you are holding them
together. How can we help.=^= Karnovskyy’s thick Russian accent came over the comm.
“My science officer is going to send you the harmonic frequency we’re using to hold onto the
Argos. We need you to grab them from where you are and help pull them through.”

There was a moment of silence. =^=I concur. Our science intern… officer suggests that we
modify our tractors slightly before we engage.=^=

“I’ll take his word for it,” Weston said with a shrug.

=^=Initiating tractor beam… now.=^=

The second tractor beam attached to the Argos and slowly the ship was pulled through the
breach in the subspace field.

“Sir,” Taylor reported, “the Argos has no power… at all. It’s a dead ship.”

Michael’s heart jumped, “Life signs?”

“Six life signs, all faint,” Taylor replied. “We won’t be able to beam them out through all of that
subspace interference.”

Weston sighed, “Well drag them out of there, while we still have life signs. I want a lock on all of
them.”

Tavay at Ops interjected, “We can’t just pull them straight out, Lt. Weston. They might fall into
another patch. If we take turns with the Illuminar to pull in different directions we should be able
to get them clear.”

“Did you hear that Commander Karnovskyy?” Weston asked.

=^=I did indeed. I am connecting my Ops officer with yours. They can work in tandem.=^=

“Acknowledged,” Weston said, looking at Tavay.

The Romulan nodded as the link between the two ships was set. Weston watched as her hands
danced over the control for the tractor beams, and then to the screen as he saw the shuttle shift
one way and then the other. Both ships would move while they worked to avoid other quantum
pockets of space.

“The Argos is clearing the field now, sir,” Tavay reported.

Weston turned to Taylor, “Transport all of them to sickbay, now.” He tapped his comm badge,
“Weston to sickbay, six incoming from the Argos, Doctor Kyllee.”

=^=We’re ready here, Michael,=^= came the reply from the Bajoran, who’d never really go used
to the ranks.

Weston stood up and headed to the turbo lift, “Andy, you have the bridge.” He tapped his comm
badge, “Weston to Sekal, we have the command staff in sickbay, sir.”

(reply Sekal, any on the Argos)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Argos - Flight Deck - 2O/CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0538)

Shuttle bucked and shuddered as it entered the gateway. Pex had done a phenomenal job
getting power to the engines. As they hit the energy field they were at full impulse. She shook
her head. They were not going to be able to cross the dimensional rift without warp. There was
only one thing she could do.

She rerouted every erg of power into the warp drive. It wouldn’t last long and it would take
everything the shuttle had, but all she needed was less than a second of a warp bubble and
then momentum should take them across. Of course, that meant that there would be absolutely
nothing left when they emerged and the only breathable air was what was remaining on the
shuttle, in their EVA suits. She checked her reserves.

She had less than five minutes remaining. With her breathing control that could be doable, as
long as the Raptor was ready for them. The humans, on the other hand, did not have her
control, and most likely had less. Still, if they didn’t cross now, they most likely would not make
it back. It wasn’t logical, but she did have to… hope… that they were there.

With a final tap of the controls the ship burst into warp drive. The control panel shut down, with
no power left. Without inertial dampeners it was like being merged with her seat. And just as
quickly they emerged from warp space and the Vulcan could see the other side of the gateway.
But the ship suddenly started to slow down. They were stuck, half in one dimension and half in
the other.

She had lost track of how much time they had before the gateway closed and sliced the ship in
half. Then she felt something grab the shuttle and begin to pull it through. Finally they were
free of the energy field. But they were powerless to do anything else. T’Mur looked at the
others, almost apologetically, knowing that every second used up their air supply.
The shuttle rocked side to side as it suddenly got pulled in a different direction. Then again in
another direction. The only logical thought was that there was another ship assisting the
Raptor.

Inside her suit she could feel the cold start to seep in, and the air start to thin. An alert went off
warning her of the lack of oxygen level in her suit. Slowly, but surely she watched as each
member of the crew succumbed to unconsciousness. Finally, her own vision started to narrow
to pin points and finally disappeared.

(reply Pex, Solice, Gralen, Grey Wolf, Piripi, Raptor Sickbay)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal - 0540)

"Weston to Sekal, we have the command staff in sickbay, sir.”

"Thank you Lieutenant." The Captain and android stepped out of the turbolift before Weston.
"Operations bring the Argos to a full stop and begin preparations to bring her aboard."

(Reply: Miller)

Sekal nodded to Weston. "Well done."
(Reply: Weston)

The vulcan moved to the command chair. "Helm back us out 5,000 kilometers."

"Aye sir."

"Open a channel to the Illuminar." He remained standing at the side of the chair as the channel
was opened and the viewscreen showed the bridge of the Illuminar as well as Admiral Winters.

"Admiral, the shuttle and officers have been recovered. Raptor is preparing to leave this sector
and I recommend the Illuminar follow us to the closest Federation world of Tellar. Once in orbit
we may make the change of crew and officers if you are in agreement."

(Reply: Vanyssa Winters, any)

"Your ordered movement completed, Captain, awaiting further instructions."

"Ms Tavay, are we clear of the distortion area?"

(Reply: Miller)

"Bring the Argos aboard operations." He then turned his head back to the viewscreen and
waited for the Admiral's order.

(Reply: Winters, any)
(Posted by Charles Gatling)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 1 - Bridge - Operations Officer Lt. Zane Miller - 0542)

"Weston to Sekal, we have the command staff in sickbay, sir.”
"Thank you, Lieutenant." The captain then ordered, "Operations bring the Argos to a full stop
and begin preparations to bring her aboard."

It was a simple operation procedure. Zane internally had a little power trip when she remotely
controlled another ship. “Lock is Established, Sir.” She was happy the captain could not see
the little evil grin she had on her face.

Sekal nodded to Weston. "Well done."

As the Captain continued, Zane kept her eyes on the shuttle. She followed the shuttle fall the
way until the shuttle bay was repressurized.

"Ms Miller, are we clear of the distortion area?"

“12 seconds until clear” Zane said. After the time “Clear”

"Bring the Argos aboard operations."

“Yes, Sir” Zane guided the shuttle and refused to release the controls until the shuttle bay was
pressurized again. “Sure, the shuttle is secured.”
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Kris B)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Vice-Admiral Vanyssa Winters - 0545)

=^= Admiral, the shuttle and officers have been recovered. Raptor is preparing to leave this
sector and I recommend the Illuminar follow us to the closest Federation world of Tellar. Once in
orbit we may make the change of crew and officers if you are in agreement.=^=

Vanyssa smiled, "We will follow, of course. I request that we spend at least a day in orbit of
Tellar to facilitate the orderly transfer of personnel and material. I have been looking forward to
spending some time with my children for the last year." Vanyssa turned her grey-tinged fiery red
head towards her half-vulcan mate and nodded, "We do not currently possess the sort of
satellite sentinels that will be necessary to have placed in this sector of space to warn of the
anomaly. I have reported it to Starfleet and a vulcan defense force science ship will be on the
way to investigate."

(reply)

"Were there any...casualties... among your crew?" Vanyssa asked carefully, afraid for
Commander Verin. Losing one's mate would be a horrible experience for a betazoid.

(reply Sekal, any)
(posted by Mel)

(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - ACMO - Dr. Kyllee Stev -0545)

=^=Weston to sickbay, six incoming from the Argos, Doctor Kyllee.=^=

“We’re ready here, Michael,” Kyllee replied, looking at his staff. Stev fought the urge to call him
“Captain Mike.” Much to the man’s own dismay, Michael Weston had been born to command
others. It always came out in times of extreme need. But he wanted to fight it to be the lone
wolf protector.

The shimmer of the transporter deposited the six passengers of the Argos in his sickbay. He
quickly had them moved to individual biobeds. One of the beds immediately started sounding
alerts. The heart of T’Mur had stopped. Stev picked up the cardiac-stimulator. He worked the
controls of the biobed and the Vulcan’s uniform disappeared in the shimmer of the transporter
effect. He attached the stimulator to her lower rib area, cursing the placement of the Vulcan
heart. Then he sent a charge through her body. Nothing changed.

“Epinephrine,” called out. A hypospray was applied and he reset the stimulator. Another charge
went through T’Mur. It was returned with a satisfying beep reading her heart. He stepped back
and smiled.

“Not today, my friend,” he said, “not today.”

“Who’s he talking to,” one of the nurses asked.
“Death,” Klinger replied. “The doc takes his relationship with death quite personally, and
relishes in denying him another soul.”

The rest all had similar diagnoses, oxygen deprivation and minor frost bites. The use of dermal
regenerators healed the flesh. Triox compound injections healed the effects of the lack of
oxygen. And slowly, one by one, they all regained consciousness. Kyllee greeted each of them
with a huge smile and a welcome back.

He put a supportive hand on their shoulders as a nurse applied a hypospray of nutrients to
counteract the fact that they hadn’t eaten in two days. Now that he had a moment he looked up
to see Michael Weston standing against the wall.

Being noticed Michael stepped forward, “Doctor, how’s everyone.”

Stev could see Michael’s eyes constantly move to Quinna. “Cap’n.” He smiled with the
reference of they time on the Rhyne. “Everyone is going to live. Even T’Mur.” He paused, saw
Weston, once again glance over to Quinna. “Go ahead. She’s fine and could probably use a
friendly face. Especially the one that saved her.”

Weston stepped past the doctor and moved over to Quinna. He bent over and pulled her into a
long, loving embrace, only imagining what the conversation was.

He tapped his comm badge, “Kyllee to Sekal, the crew from the Argos are all still alive… now.
They are all coming around. T’Mur may take a little more time.”

(reply Sekal)

Stev smiled as he watched his team work and everyone start to show the positive signs of life.
He suddenly realized that perhaps he had finally found his new home.

(reply Sekal, Solice, Pex, Gray Wolf, Gralen, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - FO Commander Sienna Verin & 2O Commander T’Mur -
0550)

Sienna had watched with baited breath on the bridge, then made use of Luma’s ability to do
precision site to site transports and materialized outside sickbay before running in and staying
against a wall, out of the way as the doctors worked. She had not been able to feel T’Mur, and
there was a blank space still where her mate should have been. After they had attempted and
failed to contact T’Mur with Temas and Luma, Sy had been sedated, to stop the psychic hell of
not having her mate bond with her T’Mur.

Sy held her breath as Stev worked on T’Mur, trying to pull her back from the hand of death.
Moments passed as Sy felt something inside of her snap, almost painfully, back into place.
Darkness touched the edges of her vision as that place inside her filled with the light of the soul
of her mate, warming the coldness that had held her in thrall for the last few days. She had been
so lonely, consumed by the grief that was the loss of her mate-bond. She had to believe that
T’Mur was still alive in spite of what her bond had been saying.
When Stev finally moved away from T’Mur, Sy had pushed her way in, and took T’Mur’s hand in
her own, lacing her fingers through her mate’s cold ones and holding on as hard as she could.
She had been weaned off the telepathic suppressants so that she could assist in locating her
mate, not that she had been able to. This area of space was going to be studied by Starfleet,
and she was looking forward to the reports - from a scientific standpoint.

Sy saw T’Mur’s eyes fluttering, and projected through the touch ::I searched for you, with Temas
and Luma and I could not find you. I was so afraid. Please don’t leave me.:: So much emotion in
her telepathic tone.

T’Mur took a deep breath. Her eyes opened and the light from the sickbay burned into the backs
of her eyes. Then there was another pain, in the back of her brain. A flood of emotion poured
into her.

The touch from Sienna had activated her telepathic connection with a dizzying immediacy. And
now her brain was filled with her mates love and fear.

Sy very quickly freed one of her hands and shaded T'Mur's eyes from the brightness.

::I have never left you.::

Suddenly she became aware that she was no longer clothed. Her eyes finally focused on
Sienna’s face and then she looked at Kyllee. “Why am I naked?”

Sy peered down at her mate as Stev stammered. ::Your heart ceased to beat. They had to
resuscitate you.:: Her heart was pounding as T'Mur's eyes adjusted. She couldn't block pain the
way vulcans could.

“Ahhh, yeahhh…,” the doctor replied, “I had to remove them to provide treatment for your
cardiac arrest.”

T’Mur thought for a moment and then nodded, “That is an acceptable reason. Thank you
Doctor.”

Sienna choked back a half laugh, half sob at T'Mur's response to the Doctor.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Kyllee said as he went to check out the other patients.

::Sienna, there is a blank period in your mind. What has happened? Are you alright?::

::You are worried about me?:: Sy asked incredulous.

Figuring it was more important to get it over with than to protect her mate, Sy moved the hand
cautiously shielding her mate's eyes to T'Mur's cheek, pressing her fingers into the spots of the
meld. She could not initiate the meld, waiting for her mate to do so, Betazoid dark eyes meeting
those of her mate.

T’Murs hands moved instinctively. She found the pressure points on the side of her mates face
and pressed on, feeling the pulse of her blood. Their minds quickly began to wind around each
other. It was a well practiced move that took seconds.
Sienna surrendered her mind to her mate. The last few days flowed between them. Sienna's
collapse into Sekal's arms as Luma had screamed when the shuttle had slipped dimensions.
The merge with Temas and Luma. Admiral Winters’ report that she could not sense them. The
feeling of utter desolation without the living warmth of her mate. The shock that her mind had
gone into without T'Mur.

::I needed two days of sedation before they woke me up. I knew you were not dead, but you
were gone. I need you. You are my stability, and my reason for living. Never leave me again. ::
So much fear in her. ::I can't live in the icy loneliness of pain. It was like shards slicing my soul.
And Luma, she keened and sang and tried to find you.:: slow tears rolled down Sienna's face
as she communed with her mate.

In the meld T’Mur didn’t just watch what happened, and hear Sienna’s words; she experienced
each memory as if it were here own. She shared the raw emotion of loss , fear and pain. She
shuddered at the cold feelings that had gone through her mate. She felt the loss and emptiness
of missing a piece of her soul. A tear came to her eyes.

::Oh my love. I could hear Luma’s song. It was how I knew we were coming home. It was what
kept me going. You had no such reassurances.::

She sat and dangled her legs off the edge of the table and pulled Sy into her loving embrace,
still not realizing her state of undress fully.

“Oh my love, how can we do this?” she asked. “How can we do our jobs with this fear hanging
over us?”

The meld broke between them, but the bond reasserted itself. She belonged to and with her
mate.

“I thought maybe we could consult Temas and Luma as well as Sekal and his father. There has
to be a solution and I believe we can find it.” Sienna had fitted herself against T'Mur, tucking her
head under her mate's chin. “I don't know when they will release you, but I imagine not for a few
hours.” Sienna looked at one of the orderlies, who brought a StarFleet medical gown over and
laid it beside T'Mur. Sienna picked the gown up, shaking it out and draped it over T'Mur's
beautiful body, regretfully covering it. ::You are beautiful. My shining star, my guide and my
love. We can navigate this. Just please, goddess don't leave me.:: Sy was going to need
counseling.

T’Mur lifted her mates chin up and kissed her gently, ::I will never leave.::

“Consulting Temas would seem a logical option,” she said in her most Vulcanesk voice as she
shrugged on the gown. “Meanwhile, perhaps we should spend as much time together as
possible.”

She looked at the garment she was now covered in and looked at Sy with a questioning look,
“Why is this garment referred to as a gown when it is neither long, nor for a formal occasion?”

Sy snickered, “I have no idea. It is pretty ugly, I know, but I think it has purpose.” Sy hopped up
next to T'Mur and laid her head on T'Mur's shoulder. ::You should rest. I will rest with you.::
T’Mur laid back, feeling the dull throb of her concussion as the medication she’d been given
started to diminish. She pulled Sienna closely and closed her eyes, her mind relaxing as she
fell asleep, allowing the mingling of their minds to give her some comfort.

(reply Kyllee, Solice)
(posted by Al and Mel)
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(USS Raptor - Level 5 - Sickbay - SFI/aFO - Lt. Michael Weston and CMO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0610)

Michael had practically run from the turbolift to sickbay. He watched as Stev had pulled T’Mur
back from death. Verin had been watching and pushed past him when he was done.

He had to chuckle when the doctor called him Cap’n, referencing his time as the Pirate Captain
of the Rhyne. Stev quickly directed him to Quinna’s biobed. Michael moved over and put a hand
on her warm arm. Suddenly she sat up

“I have patients,” Quinna said, not looking at anyone.

Michael moved his hand to her shoulder to hold her steady. “No sweaty, this time you are the
patient.”

Her eyes focused on him and she almost whispered, “Michael.”

“Well hello, good lookin’,” Michael said, pulling her into a hug. “How ya doing?”

“I am fine, I need to check on everyone,” Quinna said, looking concerned.

Michael held on to her a little more tightly, “Everyone is already being taken care of. Stev has it
all under control. It’s time to let them take care of you, for a change.”

He looked over his shoulder and Stev made his way over, “Well, well, well, the prodigal doctor
returns. How are you feeling, Quinna?”

“I am fine. I need to get back to work. T’Mur and Pex both have some head wounds. Piripi
sustained other injuries with her implants.” Quinna said. “I need to check them out.” Quinna
again sat there on the biobed.

Stev chuckled, “Quinna, I have already taken care of Mr. Pex, and have technicians working on
Ensign Piripi. Believe it or not I know how to be a doctor even when left to my own devices. As
for T’Mur,” he looked over at Verin and the Vulcan together, you can check on her once you’ve
been clear3e.”

“Oh Please. Have you met me? I am not wounded or need rest.” Quinna insisted

Stev sighed and pulled out his medical tricorder. He ran the node over Quinna’s head and chest
and looked at the readings. He harrumphed a little and looked at Weston. “You got some
time?”

Michael shrugged, “I got all the time in the world. Why?”
Stev turned back to Quinna using a fatherly voice, “Alright young lady, I’ll release you for light
duty as long as you are under somebody’s observation.” He indicated with his head to Michael.
“He’ll do.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed, “Let me get this straight. You want me to watch her?”

“You got it,” Stev replied.

“I think I can handle that,” Weston’s eyes softened.

“Do you agree, Quinna?” Stev asked.

“I have no problem with that,” Quinna said as she hopped off the biobed. Quinna moved to the
medical desk and picked up a PADD. “I want to check on the away team,” Quinna said to
Michael. Quinna then stopped and turned around. She looked at Michael in the eyes, “Are you
ok?”

“Me?” he sounded surprised. “I’m great. I wasn’t trapped in an alternate dimension without food
or air for two days. Why should anything be wrong with me? However, you had me a little
worried.”

He used his body to usher her into the CMO office and let the door close. He made sure that the
blinds were closed in the observation window before he pulled Quinna into his arms. He held
onto her tightly. Perhaps a little too tightly. He buried his face into her hair, smelling her scent
and finally relaxing. He pulled back a little and kissed her lips gently.

“I just… missed you. That’s all.” Finally, he turned and released her. “Besides, I had a big dinner
planned for tonight and was afraid I was going to have to share it with Penn and Teller instead of
you.”

“You would have enjoyed yourself differently then.” Quinna smiled, “a Big Dinner? What is the
occasion?”

Michael hugged her again, “Do I need an occasion? You, my darlin’ Quinna are my occasion.”

“Who says romance is dead?” Quinna commented. “I should check on the others before you
make me go and rest,” Quinna said. Quinna however could not seem to want to move from her
spot as of this moment.

(Reply None)
(Posted by Kris B and Al M.)
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(USS Raptor – Deck 5 Sickbay - Pilot Ensign Pihi ‘Kestral’ Piripi – 0615)

Pihi slowly opened her eyes. Well that was a misnomer, being blind she didn’t open her eyes so
much as activate the inputs from her VISOR.

Last she remembered was trying to send a signal out with her modified VISOR. The engineer,
Lieutenant Pex had done an amazing job of McGyvering a communications system based on
the technology. Unfortunately, the strain was not anticipated, and despite the best efforts of
both the good doctor and Lieutenant Pex, Pihi ended up in a fugue state. She had been fully
aware of everything going on, but unable to respond, to move.

They eventually were recovered and were now in sickbay. She laid on the biobed, looking up at
the ceiling, watching the swirling patterns of particles ebbing and flowing through space and
time.

She brought her mind into focus and heard a voice, “Ensign. Are you well?” the voice asked.

Refocusing again, she noticed that Lieutenant Grey Wolf was standing by her bed.

“Hello Lieutenant, we are home. They got the message? Lieutenant Pex's fix worked.”

(Reply Grey Wolf)
(Posted by Pippa)
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(USS Raptor – Deck 5 - Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf – 0616)

 It wasn't so much a movement of the head as it a change in facial expression that presaged her
reply.

“Hello Lieutenant, we are home. They got the message? Lieutenant Pex's fix worked.”

Tempest spotted a chair and gave a light laugh as she pulled it over then sat down heavily, she
knew that the light-headedness she was feeling wasn't due to starvation as much as the loss of
a few meals, her body was conserving energy. Her stomach grumbled at being empty and she
was very thirsty.

"Yes Ensign, the plan worked and we are home, at least as close as sickbay." Tempest wasn't
the motherly type, she wasn't one to hold hands and provide comfort, her presence should be
enough. "How are you feeling?"

(Reply: Piripi)

Tempest yawned. "I want a thick steak, a bowl of beans and a large glass of tea. No pemmican
and kernels of corn for me, I'm not that old-fashioned of an indian."

(Reply: Piripi)

Tempest chuckled.

(Reply: Piripi, any)
(Posted by Charles Gatling)
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(USS Raptor – Deck 5 – Sickbay Pilot Ensign Pihi ‘Kestral’ Piripi – 0617)

“Yes Ensign, the plan worked and we are home, at least as close as sickbay. How are you
feeling?”
“As if I have been stung by a BlueBottle Jellyfish, lots of stings all over my body,” she replied.
“That or I’m getting shorts in the VISOR. Hopefully the doctors can check that out. I could also
use a bowl of my mothers boilup and some takakau. Good filling and comfort food.”

Greywolf replied, “I want a thick steak, a bowl of beans and a large glass of tea. No pemmican
and kernnels of corn for me, I’m not that old-fashioned of an Indian.”

Pihi chuckled, “I am sorry Lieutenant. I don’t know much about your culture or way of life. It
wasn’t something I learned in New Zealand.”

Tempest chuckled.

“Perhaps Lieutenant, if we have time, you might teach me about your culture and more about
the ship?”

(Reply Greywolf)
(Posted by Pippa)
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(USS Raptor – Deck 5 – Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf – 0618)

 “I am sorry Lieutenant. I don’t know much about your culture or way of life. It wasn’t something
I learned in New Zealand. Perhaps Lieutenant, if we have time, you might teach me about your
culture and more about the ship?”

Tempest got serious. "Of course. Just remember that the plan was to return to Illuminar after the
mission so you are going to be learning about a far different ship. She's less than a year old but
she's been through a lot already."

(Reply: Piripi)

"As for the Cherokee...," her lips straightened into a slight smile which is as far as they normally
got. "... I will be more than happy to introduce you to our culture." She saw Lieutenant Weston
slide Commander Solice into an office and snorted as she looked back at Piripi. "It appears that
the Commander is going to be busy for a while."

(Reply: Piripi)

Tempest actually grinned at that one. "That is an old story and I don't know all of the details,
suffice it to say that those two have been through a lot and against the wishes of at least one of
the command crew. Commander Verin has never liked him."

(Reply: Piripi)

"That's enough ships gossip for the day." She lightly rubbed the fingers of her left hand which
were stinging.

(Reply: Piripi, any)

(Posted by Charles Gatling)
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USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - ACMO - Dr. Kyllee Stev -0619)
Kyllee watched as Lt. Greywolf moved over to Piripi’s bed and the two chatted. It was time for
him to intervene, though, and see how they were really doing. He moved walked over and
pulled out the node to her medical tricorder.

“Lt. Greywolf,” he said, trying to find an annoyed tone that he didn’t really feel, “who gave you
permission to get out of your bed?”

(reply Greywolf)

He ran his node over the Flight Squad XO, and checked the reading on his tricorder, humming
and hahhing over them. He grumbled at her, knowing how she was going to answer his next
question. Pilot! They’re all the same.

“How are you feeling Tempest?” he asked.

(reply Greywolf)

He sighed and said, “You can leave sickbay, if you promise to rest for the rest of today. If I find
you on the flight deck I’m gonna haul you back here and bind you to a bed. Clear? That tingling
in your fingers is a good sign of healing.”

(reply Greywolf)

Then he ran his scan on Piripi. She was a little different as she actually came to sickbay with an
injury.

“How are you doing, Ms. Piripi?”

(reply Piripi)

Satisfied with his scan he put the tricorder down and started to probe at her. “The visor, if you
don’t mind?”

(reply Piripi)

He examined the nodes that made her neural connections. Finally he stopped, allowing her to
put the visor back on. “Apparently you received some minor feedback from the message you
sent across the dimensional rift. Your visor is meant for input, not output. I don’t think I’d
recommend you doing that on a regular basis.”

(reply Piripi)

“Well,” he said, stepping back, “I guess you're going to live. But I have a few more tests to run
before you leave.” He looked over at the office door opening and Quinna exiting, still holding
Weston’s hands. “And I’m pretty sure Dr. Solice will want to check you out too. My
recommendation? A good night’s rest and a good meal.”

(reply Piripi, Greywolf)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - FSXO, Lieutenant Tempest Greywolf - 0620)

She saw him look over at them and the pseudo disgusted look he attempted to paint on his
face. It was their job but she didn't feel like being browbeaten or coddled. By the time he got to
them she had folded her arms and was returning his glare.

“Lt. Greywolf, who gave you permission to get out of your bed?”

"Excuse me doctor but I'm no toddler and I don't need anyone's permission to get up and check
on my pilot. If you disagree you can save yourself some time and kick me out of sickbay. That
would save both of us a lot of trouble." By the time she had finished she was on her feet.

He grumbled and snarled a bit at the affrontery and her no-nonsense manners until biting his
tongue he got to the matter at hand.

“How are you feeling Tempest?” he growled.

The Cherokee woman didn't hem and haw around. "Like I could eat yan'si whole and drink a
mountain stream dry. Other than that my fingers tingle like electricity is running through them."
She held up her left hand before him.

(Reply: Kyllee)

He sighed. "You can leave sickbay, if you promise to rest for the rest of today. If I find you on
the flight deck I’m gonna haul you back here and bind you to a bed. Clear? That tingling in your
fingers is a good sign of healing.”

"Don't threaten my duty doctor, if the Captain directs me to fly then I will do as he orders and
you can argue orders with him." The corners of her lips turned up slightly, Stev was doing his
duty in the best way he knew how and she was angry because she was famished, she should
back down a bit. "I promise to eat and rest as much as the ship allows."

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(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - CMO Commander Quinna Solice -0622)

Quinna exited the CMO office. She dropped Michael’s hand, went to a terminal, and started
checking out the patients. Looking around she noted that Greywolf was discharged. Quinna
noticed that Piripi was still in sickbay, so she approached her.

“I see that Dr. Kylee has discharged you. Why are you still hanging around?” Quinna asked.

Reply Piripi

“If I were you, I would run from this place as fast as you could.” Quinna smiled, “Only weirdos,
like me, tend to stick around longer than needed.” Quinna was trying to keep her humor about
her.

(Reply Piripi)
When the conversation was over, Quinna moved about to the next biobed. Noting they were
lying down together, Quinna placed a hand on Sienna’s shoulder, “Ladies,” Quinna addressed
them.

(Reply Verin, T’Mur)

“Looks like you are in good hands with Dr. Kylee,” Quinna started, “What can I do for you two?’

(Reply Verin, T’Mur)
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(USS Raptor – Deck 5 – Sickbay – Pilot Ensign Pihi ‘Kestral’ Piripi - 0624)

One of the doctors began scanning her. “How are you doing, Ms. Piripi?”

“Cold, tired, hungry,” she said to the new doctor.

“The VISOR, if you don’t mind?” the doctor asked.

She took off the VISOR and handed it to him.

Afer some time he finished his examination.

“Apparently you received some minor feedback from the message you sent across the
dimensional rift. Your visor is meant for input, not output. I don’t think I’d recommend you doing
that on a regular basis.”

“I will take that under advisement, Doctor.” she replied. “Sometimes you have to work with what
you got.”

The doctor didn’t find that the least bit funny. “Well, I guess you’re going to live. But I have a few
more tests to run before you leave. Amd I’m pretty sure Dr. Solice will want to check you out
too. My recommendation? A good night’s rest and a good meal.”

Pihi waited on the biobed, dreaming of a good night’s rest and a good meal.

“I see that Dr. Kylee has discharged you. Why are you still hanging around?” Dr. Solice asked.

“He said you might want to check me out, so I waited,” she replied.

“If I were you, I would run from this place as fast as you could,” Quinna said. “Only weirdos, like
me, tend to stick around longer than needed.”

Pihi stood up, “As you say doctor, thank you.”

With that Pihi left sickbay to get some food and then sleep.

(Reply Quinna, Stev?)
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(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex- 0625)
Tegian had lain motionless for about five minutes while he felt people fuss around him and on
him. He knew he was on the Raptor, he could feel the thrum of the ship. It was different from
the Illuminar or the Argos. He still didn't feel comfortable on this ship, but he supposed he could
learn to like it if he had to stay here. But, he was eventually going to go home to the Illuminar.
Although he had learned they made modifications to the Illuminar. He was a bit miffed about
that. He should have been there to supervise them. Instead, he was going to have to play
catch-up and his department was going to have to revisit every modification to make sure it had
been done right. Because he was pretty certain a lot of them weren't up to their standards.

Finally, his frustration at this line of thought made him open his eyes and he shut them again at
the glare. But, he'd seen enough. They were on the Raptor, in Sickbay.
He opened his eyes again and tried to speak. His voice was raspy, so he cleared his throat and
sat up and looked around, noting that his companions from the shuttle were all accounted for.

One of the nurses nearby came straight for him. "Water?" he asked in a strained voice.

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(USS Raptor - Deck 5 - Sickbay - Dr. Kyllee Stev, CEO Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex -0626)

Stev moved over to Pex’s biobed. He had managed to croak out a request for water. A nurse
had braced him to sit up and handed him a flask. He looked at the bio scans from the bed
before he began to speak.

“Welcome back, Mr. Pex,” Kylle said. “How are you feeling?”

Tegian had finished drinking all the water in the flask and was looking around for more. “Hi Dr.
Stev. I’m good. Hungry and thirsty and worried about Ensign Pirippi and what I might have
done to her, but I feel fine.”

Kyllee nodded and used his node on his right arm, “It looks like your right arm was broken and
then set…. and your right wrist. The work of the ever impressive Dr. Solice, I assume.” He put
the node down and began to feel the affected areas with his hands. “How does your arm feel
now?”

Tegian flexed his arm. “Dr Solice did an amazing job on it considering I flipped over a row of
seats, slammed into the bulkhead and tried to break my fall using my right arm. Unsuccessfully,
I might add. I also banged my head and lost consciousness. She fixed that as well.”

“Yeah,” Stev said, running the scanner over Pex’s head, “I was going to mention that. A minor
concussion. Let us know if you start getting a headache.”

“Doctor, how is the Ensign? I was worried there was going to be permanent damage from using
her VISOR in that manner. Every simulation I ran convinced me that I had made it impossible
for the external power to be channeled back to her. All she was going to be doing was directly
what channel the outbound signal was going to be sent. She wasn’t going to use any of her
body’s energy to do it. So, I don’t know what happened to her. We monitored her vitals and the
VISOR while she sent the signal and everything was fine, until all of a sudden, she wasn’t. But,
it was after the signal had been sent and we’d disconnected the external power source.”
“She is fine,” Kyllee told him. “I’m no engineer, but I do know something about her implants, and
how they’re supposed to be used. The implants were meant to receive signals and translate
them for her brain. In this case they were being used as transmitters. They just didn’t hold up to
that strain.” He put a hand on his shoulder, “You can’t blame yourself. You were working
outside of the parameters of her VISOR. And there was really no way to know how the space
you were in would affect the communication.”

Tegian nodded and then sighed in relief. “Could… could I read up on her implants? When we
were trapped in the shuttle with no power, I had no access to anything about her VISOR or
implants. I had to learn about her VISOR by using what spare parts were in the shuttle and
running dummy programs on the available PADDs to try and get information on its capabilities.
While the implants are your realm, the VISOR is going to be my responsibility and I should know
how it’s all supposed to work.” He looked over at the Ensign. “I don’t want to put her in danger
like that again if I can help it.”

Stev shrugged, “It’s not restricted material so I’m sure there’s no problem with you having
access. Bohb might be a big help with that. Sounds like something right up his alley. As far as
putting her in danger, that’s as much her decision as anyone else’s. I can’t imagine T’Mur not
voicing a similar concern at the time.”

Tegian nodded. “Good idea. “Bohb has been a good mentor and friend. We had little choice in
the matter with respect to using the Ensign’s VISOR. No one could come up with any other
method in trying to send a call for help. And, yes the Commander and the Doctor were
concerned with the choice.”

Stev put a hand on the engineer's shoulder, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years it’s you
can’t hold yourself accountable for the decisions of someone else. Even if it’s someone you care
about.”

Tegian stiffened. “No, that’s not it, Doctor. It was my duty to protect her from my work. Just like
it was my responsibility to make sure that I did everything to make sure that Lieutenant Tempest
had every erg available to her to make sure the shuttle got out of that dimension and the EV
suits were as safe as I could make them. Anything but my best to make sure the technology
works. That’s what worries me.”

Stev shrugged, “Well you’re here now, Tegian, so I guess you must have done your job.”

Tegian nods. “Looks like it. Thanks for the talk, doctor. Am I allowed to leave? It’s been a
while since I’ve eaten, showered or slept in a comfortable position and I’d like to do all three,
although not at the same time. And I might have to do the showering before anyone will let me
eat outside my quarters.”

Stev chuckled, “You must have heard my prescription for the others.”

Tegian shook his head. “No, but Pex was a doctor in another host. Common sense and I can
smell myself. Most unpleasant.” Tegian looked around the room at the others interacting. “I
didn’t want to interrupt or eavesdrop on any of them, so I was reviewing all my decisions over
the past few days and trying to decide what I should have done differently knowing what I know
now. I don’t have enough information to have made any other decisions, so I’m just going to
have to be satisfied with the ones I made and leave it at that.”
Tegian got up from his biobed. “Do you have clothes for us or are we expected to leave in these
ridiculous gowns?”

Kyllee nodded to one of the techs who dropped Pex’s uniform on the edge of the bed. “There
you go Tegian. And for your information, these gowns are utilitarian, not ridiculous.”

With that he turned and left Pex to dress.

Tegian laughed. “I wonder how often you’ve had to be in one, Doctor.” Tegian said, “Thank
you,” to the tech. And then he got dressed and left Sickbay to return to his quarters for a
shower, food at the Officer’s mess and then back to his quarters for as much sleep as he
wanted.

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(USS Raptor – Deck 1 – Bridge – CO, Captain Sekal – 0630)

“Sir, the shuttle is secured.”

He glanced at Ops. "Excellent. Helm, to Tellar, warp 5."

"Aye sir, warp 5."

There was a beeping noise from the retractable terminal in the command chair arm, Sekal
tapped the extension control and monitored the ships entry into warp as it locked into place at
full extension. This part of the operation had been successful, the shuttle and crew had been
recovered and they were en- route to Tellar.

The message was not unexpected. He took his time perusing it then looked up.

"Second Lieutenant Temerity."

“Yes, Sir?” The marine had been assisting during the search for the senior officers.

Sekal motioned him closer. "I received a dispatch from command concerning you."

(Reply: Temerity)

He tapped a button and the display retreated. "Your field promotion to command of the marine
contingent due to the death of the major has been duly recognized. Once we have swapped
crews and returned to the Illuminar you will be in command of the squad there."

(Reply: Temerity)

The Vulcan crossed his legs. "This comes with a promotion to full Lieutenant which will take
effect upon return to the ship. Congratulations."

(Reply: Temerity, any)\
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