Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 3
Stardate:2446.07.31
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(Runabout – Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 0947)
(Research Outpost 47- Docking Ring - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 0950)
(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 0955)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 0956)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 0957)
(Charon - Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams -0958)
(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0959)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1000)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1002)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1003)
(USS Hades -turbolift en route to shuttle bayShuttle Bay- CSciO/20, Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc-
1004)
(Charon - Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1005)
(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1007)
(USS Hades -Shuttle Bay- CSciO/20, Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc- 1008)
(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1009)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1010)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1011)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1013)
(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1015)
(Research Outpost 47- Reactor 5 Control - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1017)
(Research Outpost 47 - Operations Centre - FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1018)
(Research Outpost 47 - Operations – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1019)
(USS Hades, Science Lab, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1022)
(USS Hades -Deck 1-Bridge- Security Officer- Ensign Semaj- 1023)
(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1025)
(USS Hades -Deck 1-Bridge- CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1028)
(USS Hades -Bridge- CSciO/20 - Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc- 1029)
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(Runabout – Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 0947)

=^=Good point. Ire, the main shuttle bay is cramped. Land in Tartarus, allow your passengers to
depart, beam them off, to the appropriate sickbays, whatever you have to do, and head back.
No telling when that station is going to fall apart =^=

Ire watched as the landing clearance to Tartarus appeared.

“Yes sir.”
His fingers moved across his console as he swung the runabout towards his new landing pad.

=^= Oh, and tell Masters to get the lead out=^=

“Yes sir I will.”

=^= Hades out =^=

Ire entered the landing bay and quickly rotated to land facing the way out.

He looked over at Velrek.

“We are down. Get them to sickbay.”

(Reply Velrek)

Ire nodded as Velrek headed out of the cockpit door. Ire looked at the console getting data from
the Hades sensors. He set up a least time route back to the outpost.

He glanced at a blinking massage the appeared on his console giving him clearance to depart.

~Okay lets go~

He powered up the manoeuvring thrusters as he levitated the runabout off the deck. He pulsed
the impulse engines making the runabout move out into space. As he cleared the Hades he
ramped up the speed feeling the G-force begin to pile on as the runabout’s internal dampeners
struggled to cope.

He smiled to himself as he pushed the runabout as he dashed for the outpost.

(Reply Velrek, any)
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(Research Outpost 47- Docking Ring - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 0950)

“Ensign,” looked at the Caitian, “get those people on that shuttle and back to the Hades. I’ll
follow on the returning shuttles.”

Sean initially was irate. ~That's my bleeding drop ship.~ He did his best to hide it, pulling on all
his bearing and mimicking his mother to boot. "Fine. That makes sense," he said and brought up
his wrist tricorder. "Grant temporary access to systems for Ensign Csintalan, USS Hades." He
then keyed in his command codes in an encrypted transmission.
(Reply Csintalan)

"That should be everything, like I told you before, not a scratch." Masters warned.

(Reply Csintalan)

The Brikar looked at Masters, “Major, if you’re coming let’s go.”

Sean nodded and followed the massive humanoid rock. He fell back into a supportive position to
whichever direction the Lieutenant was headed, he drew his sidearm and kept it at the low
ready. As they continued coreward, Sean would check all intersections on his side of the
corridor to ensure they weren't snuck up on. The power on the station went low, at this point
Csintalan probably discontinued the power transfer allowing her to leave with the survivors.

With only meters left to go Sean saw a big problem. The deck above had split, fallen and settled
right in their path.

“Well,” Dogan said, “this could be a problem.”

"Agreed." Sean said with a sigh. "We could blast through it, cut through with our phasers."

(Reply Dogan)

"Well, I can scan to see if it's a load bearing bulkhead." he offered bringing his tricorder up.

(Reply Dogan)
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 0955)

"We could blast through it, cut through with our phasers," Masters suggested.

Dogan looked the site over skeptically and shook his head, “That might cause a greater collapse
than we have.”

"Well, I can scan to see if it's a load bearing bulkhead," the marine said.

The Brikar nodded, which looked more like a bow. He already knew what the answer was.
Stepping forward he gingerly touched the beam. He could feel the stress on the metal. His eyes
followed the path of the beam that crossed the doorway, locking the survivors inside.

He stepped back and took a deep breath, then turned to look at the marine. “Well Major, here’s
the way I see it. I can raise that beam and let you get in to free the people inside. But… I’m
uncertain how long I can hold it.”
(reply Masters)

Dogan moved forward until he could fit his massive form under the beam. Then he backed up a
meter, causing the rubble to shift and fall a little.

Then, with a deep grunt he straightened himself up until the weight fell across both his
shoulders. The beam rose off the deck enough to gain access to the door.

The Brikar turned his head and looked at Masters. The strain was clear in his voice when he
said, “Well what in the hell are you waiting for?”

(reply Masters)
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 0956)

Sean scanned quickly as the stone man examined it tactilely and visually. The scan revealed
that making the fallen structure disappear with charges would not be a good idea. Initial
simulations predicted that default Marine procedure would cause substantial tears in the hull
opening the compartment to space with an eighty-nine percent probability of collapse of the
entire arm of the station. Even considering that, It also would definitely make this escape route
non-viable.

“Well Major, here’s the way I see it. I can raise that beam and let you get in to free the people
inside. But… I’m uncertain how long I can hold it.”

Sean didn't break any records, he wasn't the Marine in the Company that held the record to the
greatest mass deadlift either, but by human standards he was pretty damned strong. However
the Lieutenant's casual offer to hold up the very deck above was mind blowing to the Marine.

"There's gotta be another way around, right?" Sean spun around to think, as he did so he heard
groaning of the superstructure metal and some very heavy foot falls. He hadn't looked for just a
moment, but when he turned around Dogan already had the deck lifted up onto his shoulder.

Sean thought the Security Chief looked annoyed when he said, “Well what in the hell are you
waiting for?”

Sean held his free hand up, "Okay, I'll hury." He holstered his sidearm and quickly selected what
looked to be the safest route; his selection was one along the opposite side bulkhead from
where Cal was standing. He advanced on that route with a purpose. He reached into a pouch
and pulled out a number of chem-light sticks. He bent the entire hand full allowing each to mix
their binary chemical concoction. He shook them and they each emitted a soft orange glow. He
dropped them along the path marking a danger area where the deck would fall if the Brikar's
strength gave out.

(Reply Dogan)

He approached speedily but cautiously, using a starfleet emergency code he linked his comms
to the shelter internal comms. It reminded him of something a Gunnery Sergeant had told one of
the Privates on their and Sean's first patrol as a young 3rd Lieutenant. The private had quipped
something about rescuing them and wanting to accept carnal gratitude from any fair maidens.
The Gunny had simply said: "Try Starfleet Marines, shit head."

"Survivors, this is Major Masters of the Starfleet Marine Corps, we are here to rescue you."
Sean spoke into the mic.

Even out in the corridor and through his suit he could pick up the hiss of air escaping the shelter
as the door opened.

"In or out Major." Someone called out from inside the shelter. Sean stepped in through the hatch
and closed it behind him.

Once he entered he saw a mass of people scattered about, the morale was lower than he'd
expected. He saw cots that looked lived in, strewn about in no particular configuration. Blankets
and pillows in various positions presumably for individual comfort.

"We've got to move." Sean announced. "We have the USS Hades parked outside the nebula."

"Why don't they just beam us up?" one person asked.

"I don't know if you're aware but, your entire station has drifted inside the nebula. As you're
probably aware living on the station, the nebula interferes with many systems including
transporters. Shuttles were sent as the safest way to retrieve you." Sean explained.

He was immediately bombarded with a cacophony of questions that blended, he was unable to
track who said what: "How much time do we have?" "Have they got everyone?" "What about
people from other shelters?"

"ENOUGH!" Sean yelled out. The crowd quieted down. "Listen, we have limited time," he
elaborated. "This structure is falling apart and we had to manually extract your hatch so that you
could even leave. One of the Officers is literally holding up your escape route. You have very
limited time. If you have EVA suits, don them now. If not your shelter should be equipped with
rebreather masks, if you don't have an EVA grab a rebreather and something warm, we'll be
walking in the corridors a bit. We'll be moving out to the docking ring and our ride should be
there. If you can carry it without slowing you down, you can have it. We leave in five."
As the group got their effects, a redheaded woman walked up to Sean, "Major?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"We're missing one. A Petty Officer from maintenance, he left a little while ago with an EVA."
she informed Masters.

~Of all the hair-brained...~ Sean was thinking but kept his bearing.

"Do you know where he's headed? Where he went?" Sean asked evenly.

"I think he went back to the reactor tanks, trying to figure out what exactly was going on," she
said.

"Thanks for letting me know. We'll keep our eyes out for him." Sean said, and shortly after he
announced; "Time's up. Grab your breathing apparatus of choice and line up at the exit."

Sean grabbed the crate with the extra rebreathers and posted up by the exit. He looked out at
Dogan.

(Reply Dogan)

"Everyone line up now. Once you exit, keep close to the left side bulkhead and do not go past
the orange lights on the right side." Sean called out. He ensured each person leaving either had
an EVA with at least half a tank of air, or a rebreather. Handing one of the extra rebreathers to
anyone deficient before sending them out.

(Reply Dogan, any)
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(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 0957)

=^=Welcome back, Ensign. I’m glad you are back safe. So that I come prepared, could you give
me a little more clarity on what I am coming to see?=^= said Jayc.

Imka paused, unsure if she should say what they found while on an open channel. "We found
something biological."

=^=I want to be prepared. Can you clarify?=^=

Imka supposed she had to give Jayc more specific details. Lieutenant Dogan found a life form
about a foot in diameter. It was in the corner of the science lab. Security personnel put it in a
containment box that was there."
=^=It escaped its container? Whatever it is, leave it where it is and place it under security force
field now. Then, can you send your tricorder scan of it?=^=

"Yes, sir. Stand by. Computer, erect a level 5 containment field around the box containing the life
form." Imka heard the hum of the field as it formed. "Computer, where is Lieutenant Jayc.?"

[Lieutenant Jayc is on the bridge.]

Imka accessed her tricorder. "Sir, I'm sending the information to the main science station on the
bridge."

=^=Okay, hold on a second.=^=

While Imka waited, she could hear Jayc talking to someone.

=^=Imka, I am on the way. Is it under a force field?=^= said Jayc.

"Yes, sir, it's contained."

[Requested search complete.]

"Computer, upload search results to my tricorder," said Imka.

[Search results uploaded.]

Imka opened the file and began reading....

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(Charon - Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams -0958)

Ire’s fingers danced across the console as he flew toward the outpost. The residual turbulence
that had been caused by the wave was throwing him and his craft around like a leaf on the wind.
As he powered through a full impulse. He knew that it would all subside and become calm again
if he waited but he had crew in need which meant that time was something that he didn’t have.

A part of him was enjoying the exhilaration of flying small craft again even thou it was not a
fighter the Cheron was a nimble and tough ship to fly he would see if the captain would be able
to get more of these for the Hades compliment when they got back to earth.

He swayed in his seat as the Cheron was buffeted to the side and his fingers moved again to
steer back on course.
“Hope it’s not this bad on the way back.”

The Cheron suddenly dropped from under him as he fought for control. Alarms began to scream
as the inertial dampeners fluctuated and he was slammed into his chair as the G-forces piled
on. With a few deft movements due to long hours in the holodeck and actually experience he
had restarted the inertial dampeners and was looping back up to where he needed to go.

Suddenly the Cheron exploded into a patch of clear space and Ire saw the outpost. Or what was
remaining of it anyway.

“By the prophet’s they were hit hard.”

He quickly opened an active comms channel.

“Williams to away teams. I have returned with the Cheron. What is your status and where do
you need me?”

(Reply Away teams)
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(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0959)

Keira heard her Second Officer's Voice from the science station, “Skye please take my station.
Captain, Imka returned with a probable hazardous experimental life-form. I want to make sure
it’s handled properly.”

Without a second thought, Keira responded. "Better go handle it personally then, Lieutenant."

The Captain's practiced eyes continued to survey the situation on the bridge.

(Reply none required)
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1000)

Cal strained to maintain his position. The weight of the debris across his shoulders was
tremendous. He often found himself having to mentally check himself and the amount of
strength that he needed to use. Simple tasks, such as shaking hands, were often more taxing
on him as he had to display enormous self control not to crush the other persons hand by
accident. Something that happened during his first days in the academy.

Even in a fight, he rarely was able to let loose the stored up strength for fear of what it might do
to his opponent. The rare occasion was when he fought with the Xenolithe. That was one of the
rare occasions where he’d been able to unleash, without fear of retribution.
But this was different. This was maintaining his strength over a period of time. He really hadn’t
had do so this since he left Brikar. At first he was pleased that he was still able to lift and hold
such a weight. But as each second ticked by he could feel the weight pressing down on him
more and more, and it… hurt.

He found himself counting the seconds as he waited for Masters to usher the refugees out of
their “safe” place. To his relief, and after an eternity, the door opened, and he saw Masters
standing in the doorway, unmoving.

“Some time today, Major,” Cal growled through his clenched teeth.

Master nodded and spoke back into the room giving directions. Then the first survivor
appeared. They looked down the path Masters had created with his flares until their eyes fell
upon the Brikarian and his load. Their eyes widened in fear… and understanding.

At first they started to walk the path slowly and carefully. The weight of the debris shifted and
smal particles fell to the deck floor.

“A little faster please,” Cal tried to maintain a calm, urging voice, but he was certain it came out
a little more menacing. “I am uncertain… how much longer… I can hold this.”

Suddenly, the leader in an EVA suited speed up. The trail of survivors suddenly moved faster,
and like a train of ants, streamed down the path and past Dogan.

“You,” he barked, “gather everyone towards the end of the corridor and wait for us.”

“Y..y…yes sir,” he stammered and grabbed the arm of the next person leading them away from
the zone of danger.

After that the remainder of the survivors passed him relatively quickly. He looked over at
Masters, who seemed to be doing a double check that the room was empty and then ran down
the path.

Once clear Dogan took a deep breath. This was going to be a little messy. He bent his knees to
lower the weight so he could step out. The weight began to shift precariously. Suddenly, with
grunt, he pushed up and stepped out from under the debris.

With a crash and a cloud of dust there was an avalanche of debris surrounding Dogan. A
moment later he stepped out of the cloud and moved to the marine. He looked down at the man
then stretched his back and shoulders.

“Ow,” he said and moved down the corridor. “Is that everyone?”
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1002)

If there was any doubt how heavy the load the Security Chief had been holding, all those doubts
were laid to rest when he dropped the load. Even in this low gravity environment, the falling of
that much mass practically sandblasted the surrounding area for an instant until the dust and
debris settled.

The Brikar stepping out of the dust cloud reminded Sean of one of the older songs on his
father's mid twentieth century music collection. He couldn't remember the artist's name but the
song was about a person that saved a bunch of miners.

~I wonder if he would take offense to being called big John?~

Dogan stretched as he spoke, “Ow,” he said and moved down the corridor. “Is that everyone?”

"Everyone that was in there, one of the medical crew told me that one of the maintenance
workers took a suit earlier and headed out towards the reactor fuel tanks." Sean said, not
knowing how the security chief would react.

(Reply Dogan)

"Yes it was stupid, but what's done is done." Sean admitted. "We could bring this group out to
the docking ring, and swing by to see if we can find him on the way through to Station OPS and
get a ride home with whomever is going to pick up the Station Commander."

(Reply Dogan)
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1003)

"Everyone that was in there,” Masters said, but Dogan could hear the “but” in his tone, “one of
the medical crew told me that one of the maintenance workers took a suit earlier and headed
out towards the reactor fuel tanks."

The Brikar stood silent for a moment, brushing the dust off his suit and checking for any damage
that his exertion may have caused.

“What an idiot,” was all he said. Inside he was contemplating leaving the man behind.
"Yes it was stupid, but what's done is done." Masters agreed. "We could bring this group out to
the docking ring, and swing by to see if we can find him on the way through to Station OPS and
get a ride home with whomever is going to pick up the Station Commander."

Dugan nodded. Suddenly the comm line opened.

=^=Williams to away teams. I have returned with the Cheron. What is your status and where do
you need me?=^=

Dogan opened his line, “Lt Commander, we are heading to the station’s operations center. If
dock near there we should be able to get the remaining survivors out.

(reply Wiliams)

He turned back to Masters, “Looks like our exit is set. Lead on Major Masters, lead on.”

(reply Masters, Williams)
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(USS Hades -turbolift en route to shuttle bayShuttle Bay- CSciO/20, Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc-
1004)

Jayc held his trustee collapsible padd examining the tricorder readings and the computer
records of similar discovered lifeforms. The historical documentation of one Leonard H. McCoy,
several biologists. Some sociologist PhD’s in cenocultural papers that read like a horror novel.
“Computer is the specimen still contained?”

“The specimen is within a level 5 security field. Second contamination scan previously
requested concluded. All shuttle members are free of specimen DNA.”

Jayc nodded. The lift stopped to deposit him at the entrance to the hangar bay. Hovich waited
for him with haz suit and a containment unit on an antigravity cart.

“Ensign,” he said. “That was fast.”

Its, reptilian sskin shined in the hazmat suits internal light.
“You said it was a danger.”

Jayc nodded. “I’d like Imka to run the show. I want to measure what she has the skill set to offer
her assistant Chief science officer.”

Kovich: “Better her than me,” the reptilian said in her bird like chirping voice,
“I come for the science, not the need to boss others. Do you think she’d want the job?”
Jayc nodded as they walked toward the hangar door.
“So far I’m very impressed by her organization, skills, and judgment.”

They saw the shorter Ferengi in the bay near the container and headed over.
“Ensign Imka””,” he said eyeing the creature carefully.

(Reply Imka)

“This is Ensign Kovich. I brought them,” he signified the reptilian hermaphroditic with an open
hand, to signify the pronouns inference. “Life science specialist. What do you have for us?”

(Reply Imka)
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(Charon - Helm – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1005)

Ire slid the Charon sideways as he avoided another piece of the outpost as it drifted past. He
noted that the outpost with parts of its outer hull buckled and air streaming from ruptured seals
had seen better days.

“It had looked bad before the wave had it”

He muttered to himself as he spotted the docking port that he was going to use as a way in. He
had quickly orbited the outpost as he received some unclear communications from the outpost.

“Okay let's get on board.”

He drifted slowly into position nudging small parts of the outpost out of the way. There was a
slight shudder as the Cheron docked with the outpost. He waited until green icons appeared
indicating that the airlocks was sealed and pressurised. He put the Cheron on quick restart
before heading for the hatch and entering the outpost.

He would head to the Ops centre and hoped that it would be in a condition that he could get a
grip on what was happening to his away teams.


(Reply any)
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(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1007)

Imka had finished reading the information the computer provided about the creature Dogan
discovered on the outpost. She found it both intriguing and revolting, though her scientific
curiosity wanted to study it more. A bit impatient waiting for Lieutenant Jayc to arrive, she let out
a happy sigh when she saw him.
"Ensign Imka," said Jayc.

"Sir."

"This is Ensign Kovich," said Jayc. "I brought them. Life science specialist. What do you have
for us?"

Imka nodded, acknowledging Kovich. "Ensign." Holding three PADDs, she offered Jayc the first
one.

"This is all the information I had time to download about the twenty-eight elements being studied
on the outpost. We were under an evacuation order, so I hope I got enough to do some good."

Imka handed Jayc a second PADD.

"This is from the Starfleet science database about our little friend here. They were encountered
on the Deneva colony in 2267 by the Enterprise under Captain James Kirk. They're a parasitic
life form. They fly, attach themselves to a person, and by a sting, they cause insanity. They're a
hive creature, similar to the Borg, which gives them strength and resistance. Using controlled
host bodies, they were transported across a line of planets, trying to spread to other worlds.
Starfleet issued a strict quarantine of their planet, similar to the old ban of Talos IV."

Imka paused to let all that sink in.

"On this last PADD, is an encrypted file I found on the computer in the outpost science lab. It's
quite complex and I'd like to continue trying to open it. I'm hoping it will tell us about the
creature, how and why the scientists had one."

Imka paused again, pleased with the efficiency and detail of her report.

"That's all I have for now, sir."

(reply Jayc, Kovich)
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(USS Hades -Shuttle Bay- CSciO/20, Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc- 1008)

Imka began her report as she handed pads,

"This is all the information I had time to download about the twenty-eight elements being studied
on the outpost. We were under an evacuation order, so I hope I got enough to do some good."
She paused and Jayc glanced over the information. Her comment about the creatures being a
hive mind like the Borg was a fair analogy if not entirely accurate. The Borg achieved hive mind
through man tech. These creatures were connected through biological almost viral infusion of
their material to a host body.

The reports he’d skimmed were detailed on that.

"On this last PADD, is an encrypted file I found on the computer in the outpost science lab. It's
quite complex and I'd like to continue trying to open it. I'm hoping it will tell us about the
creature, how and why the scientists had one." Imka finished.

Jayc nodded instantly interested in the encrypted data.
“After we make this dangerous little guy so secure he couldn’t infect an idea, you and I should
talk to Lt. Dogan about teaming with his encryption teams.”

(Reply Imka)

“Don’t worry, I think this will very much be majority your skills, but I want to have all the help you
need.”

(Reply Imka)

 Jayc drummed the padd rhythmically as he watched Kovich beam the hive creature into the
containment unit. Soon they saw heard and saw the tint of the stasis field activate. He breathed
a sigh of relief.

“Imka once this is secure I need to put it on hold. Please see what you can do about the
encryption. I will help you when I can. Also we need to keep Lt. Doran fully appraised.”

(Reply Imka)

Jayc nodded.
“I have to get back to the bridge now that this is secure. We will pick this up as soon as I am
able. Thank you for your good work today.”

(Reply Imka)

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(USS Hades, Shuttle Bay, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1009)

"After we make this dangerous little guy so secure he couldn’t infect an idea, you and I should
talk to Lieutenant Dogan about teaming with his encryption teams," said Jayc.
Imka frowned. This was a file she found. She wanted to be the one to crack it. She was capable
and felt she didn't need the help. "Yes, sir." Her voice showed her displeasure.

"Don’t worry," said Jayc. "I think this will very much be majority your skills, but I want to have all
the help you need."

"Yes, sir," said Imka.

"Imka, once this is secure, I need to put it on hold," said Jayc. "Please see what you can do
about the encryption. I will help you when I can. Also, we need to keep Lieutenant Doran fully
appraised."

"I'll make sure security is in the loop," said Imka.

"I have to get back to the bridge now that this is secure. We will pick this up as soon as I am
able. Thank you for your good work today," said Jayc.

With a smile, Imka nodded. When Jayc had left, Imka gathered her equipment. Anxious to get
out of her EVA suit, she headed off for the science lab.

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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1010)

The Security Chief spoke first, “Lt Commander, we are heading to the station’s operations
center. If dock near there we should be able to get the remaining survivors out."

(reply Wiliams)

He turned back to Masters, “Looks like our exit is set. Lead on Major Masters, lead on.”

Since the order had been, get the lead out, Sean nodded and spoke to the highest ranking in
the refugees, "Head straight that way down the corridor is clear, should bring you all the way to
Docking port eight. My ship is there waiting. Tell the Caitian officer I left in command to leave
without me. The sheepdogs are going on a little adventure to find our lost sheep."

The refugee nodded and all of them started trudging down the corridor.

Since their proposed path took them down another unexplored corridor, Sean drew his pistol
again and ensured it was still set on stun.

"Right this way, Lieutenant." Sean said and took down the corridor with his pistol at the low
ready.
(Reply Dogan)

If he hadn't been told to move at a quicker pace, and if he wasn't reasonably sure that the
station should be deserted, he might have cleared the station completely on the way. As speed
was required, they didn't know when or if the station would collapse; it was already in the
process of doing that. He only glanced down intervening corridors and glanced back at the
Brikar officer on a regular basis.

"So Lieutenant, I noticed that you sent one of your officers to babysit me." Sean probed.

(Reply Dogan)

"Your Officer didn't give you up." Sean assured, "Can't say if it was my operation I wouldn't do
the same thing."

(Reply Dogan)

"I figured you'd read my file." Sean said. "I am a 'Fleet brat, and my mother was a tactical officer
when I was growing up." Explaining like he'd seen this behavior before. Sean glanced down the
left and right of the intersection before continuing, both movement and the conversation. "I want
to work with you. I know by virtue of your position, the security of the Hades is yours."

(Reply Dogan, Williams, any)
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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1011)

Dogma listened as Masters gave direction to the survivors to make their escape. As they started
to head down the corridor the Brikar added, “And stay together.”

Masters looked up at Cal with a nod and said, "Right this way, Lieutenant."

He noted that the marine drew his hand phaser. Perhaps a wise precaution, since they still had
no idea what had caused the initial explosion.

If he hadn't been told to move at a quicker pace, and if he wasn't reasonably sure that the
station should be deserted, he might have cleared the station completely on the way. As speed
was required, they didn't know when or if the station would collapse; it was already in the
process of doing that. He only glanced down intervening corridors and glanced back at the
Brikar officer on a regular basis.

"So Lieutenant, I noticed that you sent one of your officers to babysit me." Sean probed.
Cal looked at the marine oddly, “Whay would make you say that, Major?”

"Your Officer didn't give you up." Sean assured, "Can't say if it was my operation I wouldn't do
the same thing."

He shrugged, “To be honest, that was not my intention. If nothing else, it was my hope that you
would keep her out of trouble. She is new to my crew, and has marine experience. I thought
you’d be a good team up and that yours was the most straightforward of tasks.” He gave a
chuckle at that thought and how wrong the assumption turned out to be.

"I figured you'd read my file." Sean said. "I am a 'Fleet brat’, and my mother was a tactical officer
when I was growing up.” He paused for a moment then went on, “I want to work with you. I
know by virtue of your position, the security of the Hades is yours."

Cal continued to walk and speak matter of factly, “Major, you seem to be under the impression
that either I do not like you or that you want my approval. I assure you that neither of those
thoughts are correct. I neither like nor dislike you. I do not know you well enough to make such
a judgment. I have, indeed, read your file. However I hold little interest in your personal life, but
maintained my interest in your service record.”

Finally he stopped moving. “You have clearly earned you place in command of the marines on
the Hades. That is not in dispute. My personal feelings about marines have nothing to do with
you. My experiences with marines on board the Illuminar was not a positive one. I will be happy
to discuss that more at a later time.”

Then he continued moving forward. “As for your maines and my security, I see our posts having
two very different roles. However, yes I would like to see both teams being able to work
together. Just like now.”

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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1013)

The Brikar Officer continued moving forward. “As for your maines and my security, I see our
posts having two very different roles. However, yes I would like to see both teams being able to
work together. Just like now.”

To be truthful, Sean was relieved. Going into his third year, this was the first time on fleet duty
he didn't immediately have trouble with the boat's chief of security. "I'd enjoy that Lieutenant."
Sean admitted.

(Reply Dogan)
Sean glanced down at his wrist tricorder. "Life signs are..." he paused while interpreting the read
out, "maybe not getting stronger, but getting closer."

(Reply Dogan)

"Given the ambient radiation levels, I'd say we're certainly in the engineering section."

(Reply Dogan)

"Looks like it's through this hatch." Now at a much closer distance the tricorder downloaded
information from the person's combadge. "It's a Petty Officer First Class Tarol Aurin. What's your
protocol? Talk, or forced entry?"

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(Research Outpost 47- Corridor 48 - CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1015)

Now that the two had come to some form of accord it was time to get back to the mission.
Masters looked at his tricorder and said, "Life signs are… maybe not getting stronger, but
getting closer."

“Closer?” Cal checked to reading on his tricorder, then he looked around. “Where are we
Major? We must be close to main engineering.”

"Given the ambient radiation levels, I'd say we're certainly in the engineering section."

They walked a little further until Dogan’s tricorder picked up the clear life sign. Masters stopped
and turned.

"Looks like it's through this hatch." he declared, ducking to make his way in. "It's a Petty Officer
First Class Tarol Aurin. What's your protocol? Talk, or forced entry?"

“My protocol,” Cal said, “is to not die and make sure nobody else does either, if possible. The
radiation in that area is extremely high, Petty Officer Austin’s life signs are getting weaker by the
moment. We may not have the time talk.”

He looked at the hatch considering his options. He found the panel beside the door and
thumped it with his fist. The panel fell away revealing the emergency door release.

“I recommend not waiting for permission,” he said as he pressed the sequence of buttons the
door hissed and the nomadic released the locking mechanism. He reached his fingers between
the hatch and the frame and pulled it open.
“I am built to handle the radiation,” he said over his shoulder. “We are going to have to move
fast if you follow.”

He went through the hatch and found Aurin in the middle of the room. He looked a little
disoriented.

“Perry Officer Aurin,” the Brikar called out. “Cease what you are doing and explain yourself.”

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(Research Outpost 47- Reactor 5 Control - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1017)

“Perry Officer Aurin,” the Brikar called out. “Cease what you are doing and explain yourself.”

"I figured it out...." the Petty Officer said as he turned around he stumbled, but caught himself on
a console.

(Reply Dogan)

"Figured out what, buddy?" Sean said trying to keep his tone even and non-threatening while he
approached the Petty Officer. "Take it easy there, we need to get you outta here."

(Reply Dogan)

"I think you've been here a little too long, pal." Sean added.

"The... tricorder..." Aurin breathed, " take the tricorder." He managed to get those words out
before collapsing on the deck.

(Reply Dogan)

The tricorder skidded easily to Sean due to the lower gravity. Masters picked it up and stowed it
in a dump pouch on his right thigh. "It matters less what's on here, but it's likely of note. We can
worry about that once we're on the way back with him." He looked at the crewmember, probably
around eighty kilos. "Do you mind?" Sean asked. "I can carry him, but we'd move alot faster if
you did."

(Reply Dogan)

=^= Williams to Masters. =^=

"Go ahead Commander." Sean responded.
=^= I am back in the operations centre with Commander Gutierrez. How are things with you?
=^=

"Your two shepherds are retrieving the lost lamb now." Sean smirked. "ETA?" He looked to the
security chief as he'd be setting the pace.

(Reply Dogan, Williams)
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(Research Outpost 47- Reactor 5 Control- CSec - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1018)

Aurin turned and said, "I figured it out.”

He stumbled but caught himself on a panel. Cal moved forward and grabbed the man with one
hand and supported him on his feet He began to scan the man with his tricorder. Masters
moved up to them.

"Figured out what, buddy?" The marines voice was calm and disarming. "Take it easy there, we
need to get you outta here."

Cal nodded, “I agree. Your cells are inundated with radiation. Your body will not tolerate it much
longer. If you do not come with us now the damage may be irreparable.”

"I think you've been here a little too long, pal." Sean added.

"The... tricorder..." Aurin breathed, " take the tricorder."

The man suddenly collapsed. Cal had been taking care to not hold on too tightly and so he
slipped through the Brikarian’s fingers. A tricorder slid across the floor. Dogan sighed, reached
down and scooped Aurin off the floor.

Masters had picked up the tricorder and said, "It matters less what's on here, but it's likely of
note. We can worry about that once we're on the way back with him.” He looked over at the
crewman in Carl’s arms. “Do you mind? I can carry him, but we'd move alot faster if you did."

Avoiding rolling his eyes, Dogan said, “I’ve got him.”

He carried the man out of the chamber and began to head down the corridor, in the direction
they’d been heading. Hopefully it would lead them back to the main operation center.

Suddenly the First Officers voice cut through the comm line to let them know that he was back
at the station collecting the station’s commander.

"Your two shepherds are retrieving the lost lamb now." Masters replied. "ETA?"
Dogan tossed the petty officer over his shoulder then looked at his tricorder. “5 minutes.”

(reply Masters)

Dogan now moved quickly through the corridors. There had been some damage but nothing
that had required a detour. True to his word, five minutes later, they emerged into the
operations center.

At first glance the operations center looked fairly unscathed. But then he could see the burnt
out consoles and scorch marks on the walls. On closer inspection Cal could see blood splatters
and a body in the corner. He saw Williams and Guttierez standing on the other side of the
room.

“Lt. Commander,” Cal nodded.

(reply Masters, Williams, Guttierez)
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(Research Outpost 47 - Operations Centre - FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1018)

Ire stopped outside the door to the operations centre. It had taken him longer to get here than
he would have liked. The main corridor had been partially blocked so he had to take a parallel
corridor to get here.

~I hope we can find everyone before this place falls apart~

He knew that Masters and the servivers were making their way to the operations centre. He
hoped that they were all in one peace but looking true state of then outpost he was worried
about the number of fatalities in the away teams that had stayed.

~You are not going to find out by standing here~

He took a deep breath and stepped through the hatch into the observation centre. It looked like
the centre was running on intermittent power as there were dark shadows in the corner of the
room. He thought he saw movement in one of the shadows and called out as he moved further
into the room.

“Hello is anyone here.”

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(Research Outpost 47 - Operations – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1019)
Ire looked over at Gutierrez who looked like he had survived the ordeal not to badly.

"Welcome back Commander."

“I came to get you out of here. How are things looking?”

"We don't have everyone yet."

Ire nodded.

"According to internal sensors a good chunk are moving towards docking port eight where your
drop ship is still parked. There is a, what looks like a single lifesign already in reactor control,
near one of the still intact tanks."

Ire nodded again.

“How are you doing?”

~Okay so lets see how the others are doing~

“Williams to Masters.”

(Reply Masters)

“I am back in the operations centre with Commander Gutierrez. How are things with you.”

(Reply Gutierrez, Masters, any)
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(USS Hades, Science Lab, Science Ensign jg Imka, 1022)

Free from her EVA suit and seated at the main computer station in the science lab, Imka was
ready to tackle the encrypted filee she found on Outpost 47. When it came to work, this was
where she felt most at home. She accessed the database of decryption algorithms, though she
didn't expect the task to be easy.

She was right. None of the algorithms opened the file.

Imka's next option was three algorithms she acquired from the Orion Syndicate.

No luck there.

Imka sighed. Would she need to do it the old fashioned way? Brain power?
She could be there all day....

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(USS Hades -Deck 1-Bridge- Security Officer- Ensign Semaj- 1023)

Semaj entered the bridge quietly and relieved the overdo tactical officer relief of her post.
He began the standard checks and had updated his readiness by computer mission minute by
minute feed.

At roughly 1025 hours, He began a systems check when the sensors indicated a proximity
report and turned his attention there when the ops officer reported the same.

In the background of the bridge noise he heard the conversation.
The ops officer reported configuration unknown.

The captain asked for a search through records which Semaj had also initiated but there was no
exact match as of yet.

“Tactical,” the captain called. It was not a question. It was a practiced expectation.

“Scans and sensores are unable to breach the vessels hull at least at this distance.
WEAPONS, defenses, and even FTL drive type is unknown at this time. They do not appear to
be warping in the traditional sense. Recommend shields and weapons as a readied measure
Captain.”

(Reply Merek, any)

“Yes Captain, It could be jamming technology, or their propulsion type may be creating a field
we are not able to pierce as yet. Even visuals of the vessels are distorted by their form of FTL,”
Semaj said analyzing the reading.

He flicked the images to the holographic to the area of the bridge above them,
showing the blurred shape of the two large vessels moving toward the nebula and the Hades.

(Reply Merek)

“Aye Captain,” he paused as the computer an nd overlayed a tactical 3D grid in the holographic
an as well showing the updated trajectory. “However, the tactical analysis suggests they are en
route to the rough coordinates of station and not necessarily the Hades.”

(Reply Merek, any)
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(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1025)

Keira sat in her chair on the bridge her right leg crossed over her left, that foot dangled freely as
she swung it lazily. That one detail was belying her concentration which was on her left side
monitor, reports were now coming in of various casualties that the medical staff were stabilizing.
The numbers were low because of the slow influx, affected by shuttle only evac.

Her background in Engineering let her know that a tractor beam tow out would not be advisable
because of the fragile state of the station. At this rate, barring no further complications, the rest
of the crew of the station should be back on board in less than two hours. Here was hoping that
they didn't have any stragglers.

"Sir!" the OPS called out. "Incoming contact, two unknown vessels heading toward our position
at high warp."

"ETA?" Keira asked as her right leg dropped down to the deck and she rose to her feet.

"ETA ten minutes." OPS called out.

"Who are they?" Keira asked.

"Configuration unknown." OPS responded.

"Search the library computer for anything similar." Keira ordered. "Yellow Alert, sound general
quarters."

"Aye, yellow alert!" OPS repeated the command and Amber lights lit all over the ship.

"Helm, stand by for evasive maneuvers." Keira ordered.

(Reply Smith)

"Tactical?"

(Reply Tactical, any)
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(USS Hades -Deck 1-Bridge- CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1028)

“Scans and sensors are unable to breach the vessels hull at least at this distance. WEAPONS,
defenses, and even FTL drive type is unknown at this time. They do not appear to be warping in
the traditional sense. Recommend shields and weapons as a readied measure Captain.” Keira
was beginning to recognize the crew's voices, it was Security Officer Ensign Semaj that was
speaking.

"Ensign Semaj, raise shields, and ready phasers." she agreed. "Why aren't we getting anything
on their tech at this distance, are they blocking our sensors somehow ?"

“Yes Captain, It could be jamming technology, or their propulsion type may be creating a field
we are not able to pierce as yet. Even visuals of the vessels are distorted by their form of FTL,”
Semaj offered his analysis.

"Keep sensors trained on them, I want to know their intentions." Keira ordered, studying the
tactical readout.

“Aye Captain,” the image updated as Ensign Semaj at tactical, manipulated it. “However, the
tactical analysis suggests they are en route to the rough coordinates of station and not
necessarily the Hades.”

"We've still got people there," Keira muttered.

"Sir, both vessels measure over 12 times our volume, each." OPS announced.

"Helm, put us between the vessels and the station" Keira ordered. "Block their path."

(Reply Smith)

"Only fire if I give the order." Captain Merek cautioned.

(Reply Semaj, Smith)
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(USS Hades -Bridge- CSciO/20 - Lt. SG. Tinmanrion Jayc- 1029)

The turbo lift opened and he stepped on the bridge finding Semaj at tactical and the holographic
giving tactical telemetry of the incoming unidentified vessels.

Jayc closed his padd and gave Semaj a warm smile as he passed his husband.
“Glad you’re back,” he whispered as he passed and assumed his position from Skye at Science.

“Aye Captain, shields up, phasers ready,” the Vulcan responded to the order he had just
received. The main viewer tilted and moved to port as the helm maneuvered Hades between
the station and the on coming vessels.
Jayc turned science sensors toward the vessels. They were emitting an interesting energy
within their warp bubbles. It didn’t seem to be coming from nacelles or an internal warp field
generator the way Hades did, or the way a defiant class tight connected engines would.
“Captain, I may understand why we can’t get any readings in the vessels yet. The warp field
generation seems to be coming from the hull of the vessel itself rather than from noted warp
engines.”

(Reply Merek)

Jayc shrugged. “Good question Captain. I can tell because the way the warp bubbles undulate
along the vessels. “

(Reply Merek )

Nodding at the Captain’s considerable engineering skill, he explained.
“As you know, The Hades, we creates concentric warp bubbles both drawing the space before
us, and stretching the space behind. With these ships, It’s almost the way a snake swim in
water. They undulate and maneuver and moves without legs or fins. These vessels have
multiple fields working to undulate the space around them.”

He split the holographic to demonstrate how the warp fields worked with side to side
compression and stretching of space in multiple warp bubbles.

(Reply Merek, any)

Jayc waved his hand at the two vessels almost swimming in soace even though the blurred
unclear hulls didn’t appear to move. “I agree, I have never seen any design like this. Their
maneuverability even at high speed must be impressive, especially for large vessels.”

“The density of the warp fields almost act as shields as well, protecting the hull of the vessel,
like external inertial dampening fields,” Semaj stated.

(Reply Merek, any)
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(Research Outpost 47 – Operations Centre – FO – LCDR – Ire Williams - 1028)

Ire was looking at one of the consoles which showed a flickering image of the state of the
outpost. It was a lot worse than he feared. With every damage sensor that was brought back
online with the access to the state of the outpost became more and more obvious.

~I am surprised that anyone is still breathing let alone moving around~
He was about to comment to Gutierrez when a familiar voice came from the other side of the
room.

“Lt. Commander,”

He turned to see Dogan crossing the room with Masters following. He smiled in relief to see
them both.

“Lieutenant Dogan, Major Masters its good to see you both again.”

(Reply Masters, Dogan)

He also looked over to Gutierrez

“We got the first lot of evacuees to the Hades where they are being treated. I came back to see
how we can get everyone else away.”

(Reply Masters, Dogan)

“What’s your status and how is the evacuation going?”

(Reply Gutierrez, Masters, Dogan any)
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