Total Posts = 52 ===================================================================== Compile Post Summary ===================================================================== Day 3 (USS Hades – Deck 7, Outside CSEC's office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1158) (USS Hades – Deck 7, Corridors – Ambassadors Aide Brianna Frazier – 1159) (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1205) (USS Hades – Deck 7, CSEC's Office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1206) (USS Hades – Deck 7, CSEC’s Office – Ambassadors Aide Brianna Frazier – 1207) Day 4 (USS Hades - Deck 8, Personal Quarters - Engineer Nerrah Kusto - 1207) (USS Hades - Deck 8, Counseling Offices - ACOUNS Anamitra Ripley - 1209) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 1215) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - Lieutenant Ardena Carrow - 1220) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1226) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban - 1358) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1359) (USS Hades - Deck 3, Personal Quarters - Security Officer T'Sol - 2010) (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – Ambassador Nolan & Captain Sash - 2012) (USS Hades – Deck 14, Main Engineering – Engineer Debbie Weston - 2013) (USS Hades – Deck 8, Holodeck 2 [Romulus - Ra'tleihfi Province] – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 2014) (USS Hades - Deck 6, Astrometrics Lab - Science Officer Harry Doorman - 2015.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2016) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 2017) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 2018) (USS Hades – Deck 6, Personal Quarters - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2019) (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 2020) (USS Hades - Deck 2, Admin Center - Yeoman Denise Lebranski - 2020) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2021) (USS Hades – Deck 5, Transporter Room 1 - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2021) (USS Hades – Deck 2, Admin Centre – Yeoman Jason Miller – 2021) (USS Hades - Deck 3, Corridor - Security Officer T'Sol - 2022) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 2022) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 2022.5) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2023) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2023) (USS Hades – Deck 8, Corridor – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 2024) (USS Hades - Turbolift - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 2024) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2024) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2025) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 2025) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 2026) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2026.5) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2027) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge - Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 2027) (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 2027) (USS Hades – Deck 14, Main Engineering – Engineer Debbie Weston – 2027) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2027.5) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2028) (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2028) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2031) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2032) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2033) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2034) (USS Hades – Deck 13, Shuttlebay – Engineer George Walker – 2035) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2035) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 2035) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2035.5) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 2037) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2038) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht – 2038) (USS Hades – Deck 13, Shuttlebay – Engineer George Walker – 2039) (USS Hades - Turbolift - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 2039.5) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay[Unconcious Dream State] – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2040) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2048) ===================================================================== Begin Compile ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 3 Stardate: 2408.01.01 ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 7, Outside CSEC's office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1158) The Great Spirit had favored Jon as Ambassadorial Aide Frazier was awaiting him as he stepped off the turbolift. Jon apologized for being a moment or two late. He further stated how much he was looking forward to working with an empath as sensitive as Frazier's aura indicated. (Reply Brianna Frazier, Any) After a few brief pleasantries were exchanged, Jon requested Brianna's permission to escort her to Lt. Trinin's office. "Not that you need an escort, Aide Frazier, but because you have higher diplomatic rank than myself," Jon said, hoping to alleviate any feelings of ill will or condescension on Brianna's part. After all it was a very liberated 24th century and some UFP women might be somewhat offended by what was a common male to female preference that was normal on Necron Red. Along the way to Trinin's office, Jon stated how much he sometimes missed the mutual and consensual psychic interchange between two telepaths, something he hadn't experienced much since he left the wise women and fewer wise men on Necron Red. He also confessed some envy of not being a native Betazed where there were far more telepaths than Necron Red where the thought speaking art must have been more elevated that his own world. (Reply Brianna Frazier, any) On the way to Lt. Trinin's office Jon gave Brianna a brief cliff note version of his telepathic history on the Hades. Most of these telepathic events were related coincidentally to the rescue of Baylon Trinin. His first exploit had been in relation to the sabotage of the Hades by the Orion syndicate on Geneva Station. The second was the use of his telepathy to bring a comatose Vulcan engineer out of a near fatal self-induced healing trance, while the ship had stopped at the station. The third was an immediate follow up rescue mission of Baylon Trinin by a majority of the Hades command staff after he had been captured by Orion gangsters. There Jon had used his telepathy to detect the presence of the four syndicate thugs who had been guarding Baylon Trinin prior to his rescue. (Reply Brianna Frazier, Any) Sharing mutual stories about similar adventures involving tribal abilities was a profound way of building good fellowship among divergent wise men and women on Necron Red, not to mention allowing each story teller to discover, new ways to employ their gifts for the betterment of their respective tribe. Knowledge of shared wisdom was the one resource that couldn't be burnt up on Necron Red II. If useful knowledge was passed on to others, it would never die, even if its original possessor did. With these thoughts in mind, Jon encouraged Brianna to tell him of her recent adventures. Jon was pondering all this as they arrived at Lt. Trinin's office door and he pressed the door chime (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 7, Corridors – Ambassadors Aide Brianna Frazier – 1159) As Bree waited for the counsellor to arrive, she began to wonder what sorts of things the security chief might want to ask her about. Just as she was about to delve into that curiosity, Jon Nayati stepped out of the opening turbolift doors, apologizing for being a few minutes late. “Not at all,” she had insisted, telling him she had only been waiting for a few moments herself. Nayati’s response was to say how much he was looking forward to working with an empath such as she. That had made Bree blush slightly, something that wasn’t easy for someone to make her do. Scant moments later, Jon then offered to escort her to Lieutenant Trinin’s office. “Not that you need an escort,” he had said, “but because you have higher diplomatic rank than myself.” She sensed at once that he was attempting to be friendly, a genuine gentleman, so she accepted, and the two set off down the corridor and began to talk openly. Jon spoke about telepathic etiquette on his homeworld, and how he missed the openness he shared with the wise people of Necron Red. Bree had responded by telling the man, “I’m all for consensual interchange, but it’s a little hard to have one rule for one, and another for everyone else, so I find it easier to just keep to the most acceptable.” As they walked the rest of the distance, Nayati regaled her with stories of the telepathic history onboard the Hades. Apparently, most of these telepathic events were related coincidentally to the rescue of Baylon Trinin, the very man they were on their way to meet. She found it truely fascinating, and was so excited to be spending this time with the man. This was so much more fun that reading a silly data file on someone, and was much more personal too. As the two talked with great interest, Bree didn’t even realise that they had been walking for nearly ten minutes when they arrived at the offices of the security officer. “We’ll have to continue this later,” she said with enthusiasm as Jon Nayati pressed the chime. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1205) Baylon looked up as the door to his office chimed. He already knew who it was most likely to be, but since he couldn't "see" through solid walls or doors, he decided to sit up straighter before replying to the chime. "Enter" he said with authority. The door parted to see The Ambassador's aide and the Ship's Chief Counselor entering the office. Baylon smiled and came to his feet. "Miss Frazier, Mister Nayati, Thank you so much for joining me on such short notice. Please have a seat. Can I offer you a drink? I have a finely aged bottle of Andorian Whiskey if you'd like?" he offered. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 7, CSEC's Office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1206) Jon didn't have to wait more than a few seconds for the CSEC's door whooshed open. Jon stepped politely to the side to let Ambassadorial Aide Frazier in first. As Bree glided elegantly past him, Jon was struck by the alluring genetic fusion of her half human half Betazoid heritage. Jon entered as Lt. Trinin smiled and rose to greet both of them. "Miss Frazier, Mister Nayati, Thank you so much for joining me on such short notice. Please have a seat. Can I offer you a drink? I have a finely aged bottle of Andorian Whiskey if you'd like?" Lt. Trinin said. "That would be fine with me. I find Andorian stimulants tasty and exhilarating. So saying Jon filled a nearby glass and awaited Brianna Frazier to accept decline or make another beverage request before imbibing himself. Once all of the pleasantries had been exchanged Jon said, "We came by to discuss whether or not it would be appropriate to use telepathy as a means of subtle conversation if either I or Miss Frazier detected any kind of false hood or harmful intent on the part of the Romulan delegates. Telepathy would be on our side only as a way of communication with no attempt to probe or read the Romulans minds or attempt to influence their thoughts or behaviors." (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 7, CSEC’s Office – Ambassadors Aide Brianna Frazier – 1207) As the doors slid aside, the first thing Bree noticed was the beaming security officer inside. He had stood up from his seat, obviously pleased that they had both arrived, and said, “Miss Frazier, Mister Nayati, Thank you so much for joining me on such short notice. Please have a seat. Can I offer you a drink? I have a finely aged bottle of Andorian Whiskey if you'd like?” he offered. "That would be fine with me. I find Andorian stimulants tasty and exhilarating” replied Jon Nayati, already moving to fill a nearby glass. ~What time is it~ she instantly thought to herself. Already the morning had gone so quickly she had lost all track of the time. What with the heatedness of the delegation briefing, he heard was in all sorts of different places. She caught a glimpse of the security console and noticed the time. “Oh no, not for me thank you Mister Trinin. I think if I have a drink so early in the day it’ll go straight to my head.” With that she grined, playing a little with a lock of her hair and watching the Counsellor accept her decline, then pick up his glass and take a sip. As the three settled themselves with pleasantries aside, Jon Nayati said, “We came by to discuss whether or not it would be appropriate to use telepathy as a means of subtle conversation if either I or Miss Frazier detected any kind of false hood or harmful intent on the part of the Romulan delegates. Telepathy would be on our side only as a way of communication with no attempt to probe or read the Romulans minds or attempt to influence their thoughts or behaviours.” ~Oh, you forgot to tell him!~ she told herself, a little embarrassed that she had not mentioned it while they had been talking in the corridor. It must have slipped her mind in the excitement of spending time getting to know the man. “Actually Jon,” started Bree, hoping that counsellor didn’t mind her familiarity in using his first name, “I believe the Lieutenant also has reason to speak with us about some security concerns he has,” She then looked back to Lieutenant Trinin with a flick of her red curls, “Isn’t that right Lieutenant?” (reply: Trinin) “I’m sure we’ll have time to discuss both” she added, smiling over at Jon Nayati. Instantly she wondered what the security officers thoughts were on such use of telepathy. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 4 Stardate: 2408.01.02 ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 8, Personal Quarters - Engineer Nerrah Kusto - 1207) Kusto stared at himself in the mirror, trying to get a piece of his lightly curly hair to stay behind his ear and out of his face. He knew how difficult it was to try to talk to someone when he had a piece of stray hair floating in front of his eyes. He huffed and gave up on the hair, making the motion instead to dress himself in civvies. As he tugged his shirt over his head, messing up his hair even more and causing his ear piece to jingle, the message came through. So startled was Kusto by the quickness of the reply that his heart nearly jumped from his mouth. He swallowed to collect himself, shook his head - sending his hair flying - and walked to the computer to take his message. [I'd love to! Seems I'm free for the rest of the day, when do you want to meet?] Ana wrote. With one hand he tried to tuck his hair back behind his ears and with the other he replied, [I'm headed the direction soon. See you there?] He stepped back and stared at the screen for a few seconds after sending as though he wished for an instantaneous relpy. He then stepped way from the computer and back to the mirror, licked his hand and smoothed out his hair in a final effort and walked from his room. (posted by Jo) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 8, Counseling Offices - ACOUNS Anamitra Ripley - 1209) Ana didn't have to wait long for a response. It came with a beep that caused her heart to flutter a little unexpectedly. [I'm headed the direction soon. See you there?] Ana smiled. He seemed as interesting in seeing her as she was to see him. She shook her head as she thought, ~of course he is, he's the on e that sent you a message first, silly girl.~ [Certainly] she typed on her messaging system, then sent the message. Ana pulled a small hand mirror from her desk drawer and quickly freshened up her modest makeup. She checked her hair and satisfied that she was as presentable as she would get (short of returning to her quarters and preparing for a while longer and thereby delaying her meeting with Kusto) left her office and headed for Ten Forward. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 1215) Ana stepped into the room as the frosted glass doors separated to admit her. She smiled at the relative quiet of the compartment. There were only a handful of people present, meaning that she had missed the majority of the lunch rush and therefore had her choice of prime seating. Ana crossed the room to select a cozy little table on a raised platform, near the outer edge of the room. The vantage point allowed her to see the entry clearly. She sat watching the door, her heart jumping each time it opened, then falling each time it was someone other than Kusto. ~God, girl, you have it bad…~ She smiled as a waitress arrived at the table, placed an order for a café mocha and resumed her door watching. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - Lieutenant Ardena Carrow - 1220) Returning from depositing her tea mug in the replicator for recycling, the First officer caught her eye4. “Lieutenant Carrow, no doubt you’ll want to use this opportunity to glean as much information as you can about the passing systems. I take it your teams are ready, and their eyes open?” Startled by the attention she gave a tentative smile and gaining confidence replied with her typical dry humour, "If the inertia dampeners flicker, it's just astrometrics dancing in glee." (posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1226) "Well!...We all can always use another pair of hands around, but I did tell him that it was up to you whether you let him transfer or not, and I'm not desperately in need if you want him to stay in Security." Ranae explained. Lifting her cup she drank more of the delicious tea before continuing. "I know it's hard to lose an experienced officer, especially a veteran like Tarus, perhaps he's just bored and needs some new challenges to keep him interested." Baylon nodded. She stabbed her fork into a juicy chunk of lobster and popped it in her mouth. "For something that resembles a big bug, this is divine, maybe the Ferengi are on to something and bugs actually taste just as good." Trinin wrinkled his nose. "No thank you, I've already been down that road. it's a journey I'd rather not repeat." He took another bite of his sandwich. "Besides, I'm quite sure it doesn't compare to your mother's cooking in the slightest." There was a silence between them as they finished their main courses and tucked into their desserts. The pie was good and Baylon enjoyed watching Ranae enjoy her cobbler. They made a little more small talk, but it was clear that they both had their jobs and the mission on their mind, even though neither one of them wanted to talk about it. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban - 1358) As the good doctor assured him that she wouldn’t say a word to the Chief of Security, she leaned down and hit Daban with three separate hyposprays filed with a variety of drugs. Then, as she picked up what he recognised as a dermal regenerator she asked, “Do you think we're ready? If something bad happens I mean?” She moved to do something different with a few of Daban’s deeper wounds, “I have to give you guys all the credit in the world. You have to think three steps ahead of the bad guys constantly.” Daban smiled, trying to ignore the doctor’s hands that were feeling over his now bare chest. “We’re ready for most things. When I’m done with this training, I’m sure we’ll be ready for anything.” Tarus spoke with confidence. He knew that there was still much to do, but if his mindset thought it WOULD be ready, all he had to do was follow the simple steps to get there. To Tarus, he was already ready, and the ship would not be in danger. The power of positive thinking was quite extraordinary; at least that was the opinion of Tarus Daban. Shortly after, the man Doctor Angeni had called Casey returned. As the doctor stood up she rolled up her sleeves and she started strapping something around Daban’s chest. She injected him with a final dose of something, and a few moments later Daban could feel the pains in his chest dissipate, and soon he could barely even feel the strap that he could see tightly around him. “You're going to feel a lot of pressure and pulling. Just try to stay relaxed, breathe through it. If you are in ANY pain whatsoever, we will stop, and I'll load you up again. I'm trying hard to not give you any narcs. Problem is, if I give you some, you'll be out of commission for the day. I can give something to flush the narcs out of your body, but the pain is going to come back, three fold. Is my plan okay with you, Lieutenant?” By now, Daban had complete confidence in the chief medic. “I have a surprisingly high threshold for pain, Doctor, but rest assured that I’ll let you know should the pain become too much.” With that, Doctor Angeni went into action, and Daban – completely at their mercy – closed his eyes and tried his best to relax. Despite his tough exterior, he knew that his limits weren’t as high as he would have people believe, so he tried his best to reach some kind of meditate state before the pain became too much, for the drugs he had been given, to handle. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1359) With as much brute strenght as she could muster, she squared herself, and she leaned all 160 pounds into the strap. A few moments went by, then a resounding crack echoed through the room. A few nurses covered their ears. Crepitus never sounded good for any reason. She nodded to Casey, thanking him for his time as she helped Daban sit up. She pressed and prodded at his bare shoulder, moving his arm varying ways, nodding happily at her work. "The reduction went great. You were fortunate it wasn't a posterior dislocation..." She gestured to his shoulder blade, "only way to get out of that jam is for some serious orthopaedic surgery. Now, you're free to go. I want to see you back here in a day or two so I can just get another look at you, make sure the muscles are in complete alignment. Feel free to find me at any time if you have any increased pain, numbness, or tingling at any time." She helped him shrug on a newly replicated uniform top, being careful to not catch anything in the zipper. She handed him a padd full of signs and symptoms of a problem, and the side effects he might or might not experience. Taking one last sweep with the tricorder, she nodded happily, and she set the padd on the biobed, looking Daban right in the eye. "Now, you get on out of here. I don't want to see you back here unless you're just saying hello." She winked playfully at him, and she turned, picking up her things, and wandering back into the office. ~Man, it's been quiet around here. I bet the rest of today is going to be completely dead...~ (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 3, Personal Quarters - Security Officer T'Sol - 2010) The smell of burning incense and the soft rhythm of the Vulcan lyre set the stage for a particularly effective meditation session. It was T'Sol's habit to meditate for an hour each night before turning in to sleep. She sat cross-legged on the floor of her quarters, enjoying the fullness of Vulcan Gravity as well as the dryness of the air that was much closer to that of her homeworld. He head was bowed in silent contemplation of the variables that they were facing in their current mission. She knew that there were very few that she could define. All she could hope to do was calculate the odds that any given event would take place and prepare for it. Such thoughts had been at the forefront of her mind since Lieutenant Trinin had assigned her to head up the security detail in charge of protecting the ship should it be boarded by hostile forces. Presently her mind was drifting, in a sort of quasi-spiritual manner. It was finding the perfect center of her being and stripping away all the emotional misgivings and weaknesses that she often struggled with on a daily basis. She was so deep into her mental trance that she almost missed the low rubble of an explosion as it rippled through the ship. Her eyes snapped open immediately as the floor to her cabin rattled and several vases and minor glass items rumbled off the shelf to shatter on the floor. She pulled herself to her feet, ready should the red alert sound, but the expected Klaxon did not occur. ~Fascinating~ she mused then strode across the room to her computer terminal. With a few quick strokes of her fingers the monitor was displaying a serious problem. It appeared that there had been an explosion and that parts of decks seven through ten were missing. She grabbed her commbadge from the desk where it always lay and pinned it to her robes. She then tapped it. The commsystem did not respond. "Computer what is the status of the bridge?" she requested. [Unable to reply, Internal sensors are off line.] T'Sol cocked one eyebrow at the illogical and contradictory response of the computer. "Computer activate the red alert" [authorization required.] "Authorization T'Sol, Gamma-IDIC- two-three-epsilon-able-able-eight" A moment passed before the red alert Klaxon sounded. T'Sol walked over to her desk and withdrew a hand phaser from the drawer before exiting into the corridor outside her quarters. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – Ambassador Nolan & Captain Sash - 2012) Nolan and Sash were on their way to the bridge. Sash had decided to fetch the Ambassador to the bridge personally, rather than send someone. He thought it might offer him a short respite from the restless atmosphere of the bridge. It was clear that the closer they drew to the Romulan border, the more tense everyone became, and despite his attempt to lighten the mood with his first officer, it only offered a very brief improvement. Nolan had been delighted to think that the Captain had come to collect him personally, and had readied himself in little to no time at all, not wanting to keep the important man waiting, and soon the two were on their way to the nearest turbolift, and then to the bridge. “I’m actually quite excited,” started Nolan with a smile. “Very rarely has a Federation ship crossed into Romulan space, never mind a military one.” “Well, I have to admit that it isn’t on the ‘must do’ list of many Captain’s in the fleet,” responded Sash with an obvious concern that was most unusual for him. Maybe it was the fact that he was warming to the ambassador that allowed him to feel a little more at ease, or perhaps it was just the late hour that caused him to do it without even realising. Then again, he had never really opened up to anyone since Dartena, who had once been his lover, and only once in a blue moon did he open up to Jonas, his first officer. At that point, Sash paused. He cocked his head slightly and looked at the computer interface in the wall to his right. ~Something doesn’t feel quite right~ He had been known to have a sixth sense when it came to his ship. He could have been more certain had this been the Nimitz – he had serve with her for far longer than the Hades. Allowing the feeling to pass over him, he continued down the corridor, leading the Ambassador toward the bridge. “Well I’m certain that this trip will go without any hitches.” The Ambassador oozed optimism by his demeanour, not to mention verbally. By now, the constant optimistic attitude was becoming somewhat of a trademark for the ambassador, and Sash was still in two minds as to whether he found it an annoyance or something endearing. Sash said nothing further, continuing his walk down the corridor. As the two walked in a silence for a few more metres, the Ambassador paused to look out of a nearby window. The stars still streaked in the distance, and even though he had seen it a hundred times already, he still marvelled at the sight. From the warp core, there was a sudden surge of power stirring somewhere deep within the belly of the ship and energy began to flow faster into a nearby EPS conduit. Of course, Nolan and Sash were oblivious to how the computer began to react, and doing its best to compensate, the computer’s automated systems tried to route the excess into a secondary flow. The routing triggered an alert that would normally have sent a warning to the officers in main engineering, but for some reason or another that signal found itself blocked, and the automated systems went about trying to rectify the problem unbeknown to the rest of the crew. “This way Ambassador,” started Sash, realising that Nolan had come to a stop a short while ago. “We wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?” Sash knew full well that they were going to be on the bridge in plenty of time for their crossing into Romulan Space. Nolan looked down the corridor at the voice calling him, “Yes, sorry Captain. I’m coming now.” Nolan started off again, and as he reached the Captain’s position, he too continued to walk and the two walked side by side for a short while. Sensing that Sash wasn’t exactly sharing his optimism, Nolan looked over at the expressionless face that he wore. “Captain,” he started cautiously, “I know you don’t have the expectations that I do for this mission-” “That’s not exactly true, Ambassador.” Sash cut off Nolan in mid sentence in order to get his point across. “I have high expectations, but you have to understand that I have to expect every possible outcome if I am to ensure the safety of this ship and crew. Unfortunately, there are more things that could go wrong than could go rig...” Suddenly Sash froze and stopped half way through speaking. ~What is that?~ he thought, certain that he could hear something. “Captain?” questioned Nolan with a frown, uncertain of what to make of the Captain’s expression. Sash was right. Thanks to his genetically enhanced hearing, he could hear a high pitched whining – so high it could barely be heard, even by him. Inside the nearby EPS conduit the power levels continued to build, despite the automated overflow, and soon the conduits shuddered with the strain. An instant later the casing gave in to the pressure and began to fracture. It was only a micro-fracture, but it was enough to have catastrophic consequences. The conduit exploded with an unmessurable force, causing a chain reaction in adjacent sections for metres in either direction. Bulkheads crumbled like sand and circuitry disintegrated in the insane heat, and the structural tremors were violent, likely to be felt on all corners of the ship. The force did not stop at the outer bulkhead, blasting into space with ease, and soon a vacuum sucked the fireball into space and it extinguished in the emptiness. With the flames gone, the corridor was plunged into darkness and emergency forcefields somehow managed to erect, the area soon becoming pressurised once more. In the dark, the emergency lighting was barely functional. Smoke filled the area and sparks showered the wreckage from multiple directions, causing the emergency forcefields to flicker dangerously. Just a few metres from the flashpoint, under a pile of rubble were two bodies, motionless and seemingly void of life. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 14, Main Engineering – Engineer Debbie Weston - 2013) ~Ah hell~ cursed Debbie as she dropped her spanner for the second time in two minutes. She had been trying to tighten a loose connection inside her console that was making the display flicker periodically. If the chief weren’t around, she might have just tried to do some kind of quick fix, but for once she thought she better try to fix it the correct way. “Try it now,” she called out to the Engineer standing beside her. Dana Travis was a regular on the Beta shift, and often liked to work with Debbie. She found the woman’s outlook very refreshing, and usually a lot of fun. So, whenever she found out they were on shift together she opted to work with Debbie on whatever she might be doing. “Looks the same to me,” replied Dana, tapping a button or two and receiving the flickering response that they were trying to fix. Debbie climbed out from under the console, “Well, that’s as good as I’m gonna get it. I’d rather put up with it so I can get some proper work done.” Ordinarily she wouldn’t be so defeatist, but she had a list of things to do as long as her arm – her arm and her leg put together. As she taped at the console a few times, she started to bring up the most recent diagnostics from the power distribution networks. Just then, something caught her eye. “Do you see that?” said Debbie to another Engineer on her right, pointing to a set of readings on her monitor. Dana frowned, “That’s weird.” She turned to her own monitor and brought up a display for the power flow system. “The computer is compensating for something, but the flow system doesn’t register it.” ~Computer systems, great when they’re working, waste of time when they’re not~ she thought, giving her console a bang on the top. The screen flickered slightly, but the information didn’t change. “Oh well, that usually works well enough.” With her signature cheeky grin, she then turned to find the chief engineer, calling out, “Chief Harper, have you seen these readings?” (reply: Harper) Before Debbie had a chance to properly show anyone what she was referring to, there was a deep rumble. ~That doesn’t sound good~ she thought, just before all manner of warning began to flash on the consoles in all corners of the main engineering bay. As the lights flickered ever so slightly, there was a loud pop from somewhere off to port. Debbie flinched slightly as she noticed that an access panel had burst from its fixing, and a small fire had started in the circuitry somewhere. (reply: Harper) As one engineer hurried to extinguish the flames, another began to shout out a report on what had happened. “I’m reading a hull breech on deck 5, caused by a rupture in the primary EPS conduit in section six-gamma. Power to the entire Hades section has been compromised.” “Hey!” called Dana, the engineer working at Debbie’s station with her. Debbie turned toward her at once to see that he own console was flashing warnings. The readings monitoring the plasma flow to and from the warp nacelles were beginning to spike. “Boss, I’m reading some dangerous readings in the plasma flow manifolds. It looks like that rupture has caused some kind of feedback pulse in the flow system and it’s heading toward the primary reaction chamber.” Debbie knew they had to act fast, but she also knew she couldn’t do it alone. Without waiting for the Chief’s orders, she predicted what he might order her to do and get to work. They had to find a way to find a way to redirect that pulse before it was too late. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 8, Holodeck 2 [Romulus - Ra'tleihfi Province] – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 2014) Since his departure from Sickbay, Daban had only taken a brief rest in his quarters before summoning his strike team once more and getting back to the training. Deciding to leave the boarding scenarios for a while, he selected a ground-based simulation from the training databanks. Requesting the computer supplement standard fixtures for those associated with Romulans, together with any available information on Romulus itself. The result was a rather convincing scenario situated in the Romulan capital city, Ra’tleihfi. Right now, Tarus and his team were attempting to infiltrate a facility thought to house a number of hostages. They had managed to enter via three separate entrances, and up until a few moments ago had remained undetected. Now they were engaged in a fire fight with some holographic Romulan Centurions. As shots whizzed over the teams heads, there was a heavy rumble and the ground shook beneath their feet. Ensign Klein looked very worried for a moment and said, “What the hell was that? Do they have grenades or something?” He tried to peak out from behind his cover, “I don’t see anything. What about you guys?” “That wasn’t part of the simulation,” replied Daban with clear concern in his voice. As he looked over his position of cover he could see the holo-grid flickering along the far wall, as if it were struggling to maintain the program. “Computer, end program” said Daban, standing up and moving away from the group. The computer did not respond directly, and instead a holographic Romulan took a few shots at him. Instinctively, Daban ducked and the shots narrowly missed him. ~Verbal commands don’t appear to be functioning~ he thought to himself, instantly looking for a manual interface hidden somewhere in the scene around him. “Help me look for the manual access,” he called back to Ensign Klein and Morris who had been ducked alongside him. “We need to get this program shut down.” Looking around for something slightly out of place, the three officers tried behind random panels and stacks of boxes. Initially they didn’t have any luck, but after just a minute of searching Tarus located the manual control and soon enough the simulation was brought to end. As the scene vanished around them, the other six members of the security team stood up in confusion and made their way toward Lieutenant Tarus, who was now moving toward the door. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 6, Astrometrics Lab - Science Officer Harry Doorman - 2015.5) Harry had been in the middle of helping Doctor Amanda Kirsch off tweak her gravitational flow models on the fly as the ship got closer and closer to Romulan space. The prospects were incredibly exciting, since for the first time in the history of the UFP, a ship with state-of-the-art sensors was capable of getting readings farther out than any they had ever been able to take prior. They were doing delicate work now, fine-tuning the mathematical equations to gain the best resolution possible. The lights were off, and only the holographic displays were lit up. Besides Doctor Kirsch off and Harry, there were three other scientists working on similar aspects of their on work. They jealously tried to horde Harry's expertise at times like this, each one demanding more of his time and trying to take as much advantage of his availability as could be accomplished in such a short span of time. He had just finished with the gravitational current matrix and had saved it to the ship's computer when there was a tremendous noise. Harry was knocked off his feet and slammed into the holographic display table, which unfortunately was very unforgiving. He came to rest on the floor at the foot of the table, and a moment later all the power in the compartment failed. Harry sat up and tried to reorient himself. The entire bay was plunged into an inky blackness that was so dark that retinal after-imaging was the only thing that seemed to be able to superimpose itself on the otherwise complete absence of illumination. He knew roughly where he had landed and so tried to picture where the others might be. He didn't have much problem figuring it out, since a few moans quickly helped orient him to their relative positions. "Is everyone alright?" he asked, "Is anyone injured?' There were a few moans in response but nothing that passed for language. "I need everyone to sound-off. Tell me who you are and if you are injured." "Bailey, over here." a voice said from the darkness a head of him and to his left, "I think I've broken my arm." "Cameron." another disembodied voice called out. " I have one hell of a headache and am bleeding a little, but I think I'm okay." ~That leaves Jimenez and Kirsch off.~ Harry thought. There were no replies from either of them. "Okay, " Harry said, his instincts taking over. " We need a light source. Cameron, your closest. There is an emergency equipment compartment in the bulkhead near the quantum spinner. You were at the solar relay station last I recall, so that makes you the closest. See if you can find it, and grab the hand torches, so we can check on Kirsch off and Jimenez." "Okay," Cameron replied. The next couple of minutes were filled with random sounds as things were knocked over, punctuated by half spoken curses and other less than savory comments. Finally after an indeterminate period of time, Cameron spoke. "Found it!" a half-second later the darkness was pierced by a pair of high powered beams of brutal white light. Harry shielded his eyes for a few moments, until they could adjust to the less-than-all-encompassing- pitch blackness. "I found Jimenez." Cameron said. "She's dead." Harry nodded. "Pass out a few more of those torches and let's look for Kirsch off." Cameron grabbed a few more torches from the locker and flicked them on. He tossed one across the room towards Harry, who dazzled by the interplay of light and dark that emanated from the spinning, lit, torches failed to catch it. Even Bailey, caught his, despite the broken arm. The torch skittered around the edge of the holographic display table and came to rest a few short feet away. Harry crawled over towards it, realizing for the first time that there were sharp particles of material all over the floor. As Harry crawled towards the light, figuratively as well as literally, he realized that the floor was sticky. It took him a few moments to realize why that was the case. Not because he was naïve, but because he was hoping that it wasn't the case. He picked up the wrist torch and placed it on his left wrist, then he scanned his immediate area with the light. It didn't take long for his to spot the body of doctor Kirsch off, laying in a pool of blood, he body pierced by what seemed to be an infinite number of polymer shards. The Holographic display Table must have exploded, right as harry fell. Doctor Kirschhoff had grabbed the table to stay upright. That decision had cost her life. Harry crawled through the already cooling blood and checked for a pulse. He was overjoyed to find that Amanda was still alive, although she was not doing well. Her face was a bloody mess, as were her hands and arms. "I found Doctor Kirsch off. She's alive although, hurt terribly badly. Call for a medical team." "Cameron to Sickbay." No response. "Comm. must be down." Cameron said. "Was probably knocked out by the explosion," Bailey added. "We need to get the Doctor Medical attention, " Harry offered, " That means getting the door open." Harry stood up and picked his way across the floor past Bailey to the door. "Cameron give me a hand." (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2016) “Everything seems to be going well,” said Jonas quietly to himself as he examined the latest reports from science department. Astrometrics had been working at full throttle since they first entered the neutral zone and likely would continue to do so until they re-entered Federation space. Initial reports were that everything was all quiet on the Romulan front, and that hadn’t been so much as a radiation surge on the sensors that would suggest they were being monitored or followed. Tactical had of course confirmed everything, but he doubted they were any less ready for whatever could be thrown at them. The Hades was a powerful ship and she was ready to defend herself within a fraction of a seconds notice. That thought comforted Jonas immensely, as he was certain it did for most all of the crew. Until a few moments ago, the Captain had been on the bridge too, and the two of them had been discussing possible things to come once they crossed the neutral zone. Captain Sash was of the opinion that they would meet with a Romulan escort that would fly alongside them until they reached Romulus. Jonas had voice a more positive view, that the Romulans trusted them enough to have them fly solo into the Romulan home-system. The most likely course of action they could agree on was that the Romulans would follow them under cloak. The two had joked a little about the Romulan trust issue that had swept the ship, and soon after the Captain had decided to go fetch the Ambassador. Standing from the command seat to stretch his legs a little, Jonas considered going to take a quick break before they reached the Romulan border. Guarastine had already informed them that they were about 30 minutes from the border, and Jonas always worked better if he was refreshed. He wanted to appear his best in front of the Romulans. Little did he know that taking a refreshment break would soon be far from his mind. Without warning, the secondary tactical console exploded to the left of Jonas and the deck buckled heavily under his feet. Jonas was thrown backwards, and with his limbs flailing he landed on the deck with great force. Pain shot through Jonas’s back, but he managed to stop his head from taking a hit. Laying his head to rest for a few seconds, he allowed the wind to return to his body, then managed to ignore the screaming bones and muscles in his back that ordered him to lie still, and got himself into an upright position. The bridge was then plunged into darkness and everyone could feel the ship drop suddenly out of warp. Luckily, whatever had occurred had not affected the inertia dampeners and the bridge crew had not been thrown against the forward bulkhead, but there was a series of groans and pops from around the bridge as others also attempted to regain their previous positions. “Report!” Jonas commanded, not certain who was in a position to answer, and who was not. Jonas’s initial thought was that they were under attack, but with so little warning, was it a real likelihood? ~These are the Romulans we’re dealing with~ he thought, reminding himself that such things really were possible. “We’ve suffered a hull breech on decks 4 through 7,” came a croaky voice from somewhere on the bridge. Jonas couldn’t work out from where exactly. “Main power has been cut off to the upper decks. Auxiliary generators coming online,” came another voice “Are we under attack?” asked Jonas in the general direction of where Lieutenant Ammon was sitting. He doubted her THIS system would be operational, but surely she would recall what her readouts showed before the explosion, assuming they weren’t operational now. (reply: Ammon) Jonas struggled to his feet and hit his comm. badge, “Bridge to engineering.” The computer did not respond. “Lieutenant Harper, respond!” called out Jonas, moving quickly to the command chair. There was still no response and the command interface clearly showed that the comm. system was not functioning, along with lord knows what other systems on the bridge. “Get communications back online. I want to know what’s going on.” Jonas slumped into the command seat and instantly pain shot through his back once more. ~And here was me thinking everything was going well~ (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 2017) Tom had volunteered to man the OPS Console as they moved into Romulan space. This had worked well for Tom - first because they were a bit short on OPS Staff and he wanted to be on the bridge when history was made. ~Selfish, I know~ T.J. thought as he thought about the meeting to come. The Hades was a powerful ship - he had learned a lot since being assigned to the the vessel. And he thought that Sash's decision to make Maraht the OPS boss shad proved wise. Tom was glad he had a chance to get more experience. Just as Tom was about to report to Jonas Lamar things were fine - the tactical console not far from where TJ was working exploded in a shower of sparks and flickering lights. Jackson was flung like a rag doll to the deck. Tom pulled himself back to the OPS Console and looked over his ship's status. Jonas shouted for a status report. "Commander, inertial dampers are functioning. "We've suffered a hull breech on decks 4 through 7,"Main power has been cut off to the upper decks. Auxiliary generators coming online," Jackson replied in a rather croaky voice. (reply: Cmdr Lamar) The main computer interface was down as was communications. Engineering and Tactical filed their reports which were somewhat bleak to be honest Tom took a few moments to apply first aid to some fellow crew that were still down. "Sir, we need medical teams here - should I go and get them?" Jackson asked. He suspected the turbo lifts were off-line as welland that meant a long, climb up and down shafts. (Posted by: Bill West) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 2018) All the tactical officers who had manned the station(s) for the past 48 hours had been keeping constant long and short range scans going, and there hadn't been anything that suggested the presence of Romulan ships in the vicinity. Either the Rommies were exceptionally good at staying hidden and were keeping out of scanning distance, or they were actually trusting the Hades not to detour from the course they'd set for it to take. Ranae remained skeptical about anything to do with trust as far as the Rommies were concerned. Trust was something they would have to earn and it might take quite a while for them to do so, so she went on the assumption that it was the former conclusion. The vigil would remain constant. At the CONN, Guarastine had informed them that they were about 30 minutes from the border. By rights Ranae should have been considering going off duty, but she wanted to be on the Bridge when they did cross, after all history was being made and she liked being a part of it, albeit a small part, but after they crossed she would hand over control of the THIS. She was engrossed in checking her read outs when all hell broke loose. The secondary tactical station exploded in a shower of sparks and flames as the deck heaved beneath them. The THIS system that Ranae had been operating visually crackled with energy around her, setting her hair standing on end and then, with a bright flash of light that half blinded her, it blinked out of existance. Some how she managed to remain seated as others around her were thrown to the deck like chaff in the wind and rubbed her eyes to rid them of the spots of light that danced around in them. Around her she could hear some groans and some choice cuss words; the Bridge was dark and the ship suddenly lost speed. ~What the heck happened? Have we been attacked, I didn't see anything on the scans!~ Ranae checked her terminal to see if it was functional. As she had feared the THIS was out of commission, but at least the manual controls were still operative, though the scanners were offline. "Report!" The FO commanded. "We've suffered a hull breech on decks 4 through 7," somebody replied, no doubt the OPS officer. ~Oh crud! I hope Baylon wasn't in his office.~ She pushed that thought aside, there was no time to dwell on whether her lover was safe or not, and her own office was on Deck 7, she prayed nobody had been hurt or killed. "Main power has been cut off to the upper decks. Auxiliary generators coming online," came another voice. "Are we under attack?" Cdr. Lemar asked and Ranae knew the question was directed to her. "Judging from the readouts before the incident, Sir, " Ranae replied, "there was no prior indication of an attack or of any other ships being in the vicinity. Unfortunately both long range and short range scanners are now inoperative, as is the THIS but I still have manual control of all weapons." She listened as the FO hailed Engineering and apparently got no response. It looked like the comm system was also malfunctioning. ~Oh stellar, just stellar.~ "Get communications back online. I want to know what's going on." The FO demanded. ~You're not the only one.~ Ranae thought gloomily. It looked like it was going to be a long shift after all. (posted by Sal) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 6, Personal Quarters - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2019) Angeni sat quietly in her room, music playing softly. She was busy organizing her things when she realized that she hadn't sent her message to Jon. She wondered just how...sweet...sweet she could be, so she sat back down at the console, finishing off her note. ~Just wated to drop you a line, my friend. Come by my quarters this evening, maybe we can have dinner together...a bit of R and R...May the Mother protect you, Ang~ She read over the letter as, unbeknownst to her, the raw power surged towards her, looking for its way out. She stood up, watching the lights flicker momentarily, then as she put her hand on the console, her palm made the perfect conduit out of the console. The energy surged forth, entering through the palm of her hand. It was looking for the path ot least resistance out of where it was at. The Potassium and Sodium that fueled her primary life systems made a super highway of conductivity across her body, finding its way, surging forth, following the Potassium path to her heart. The electricity surged into her chest, hitting her heart with the force of a freight train, stopping it in mid beat. All of her muscles contracted as one, flinging the young woman to the floor. Angeni laid there in the dark, her body rhythmically seizing, her eyes open but unseeing. She flopped violently on the floor, her muscles firing at irregular intervals, her heart muscle quivering like a bowl full of jello. Her lips and nail beds, peripheral blood vessels, starved for life giving oxygen started turning a dusky blue. The whites of her eyes turned an ominous shade of red when, as quickly as the seizing started, it stopped. A residual charge, resting in her body, arched it way across her heart, and it slowly pumped back to life. She let out a sputting gasp, lurching her body to the side. She felt like she had been hit by a Mack Truck. Seizure aside, something in her brain told her she needed to get to the Bay. She pulled herself to her feet, her hand on her chest. She felt like something was sitting on her, making each beat hurt worse than the last. She shrugged on her coat, staggering lifelessly to her door, unaware her heart was nothing more than a ticking time bomb; scar tissue made of seared muscle was quietly cutting off blood supply to her pump. She used the walls to hold her up, her legs moving disjointedly. Her eyesight blurred and cleared itself intermittently. Angeni stopped for a moment, sinking to the floor. She took several slow, deep breaths, trying to clear her oxygen starved brain. Things started clearing up for her, she knew what had happened...kind of. She surmised by the aches and pains of her body, the cloudy-ness of her brain that she had had an active seizure, but why, she couldn't figure out. She stood up again, feeling herself stand a bit steadier this time around. From the look of the area around her, something major had happened. She tapped her comm badge, her voice hoarse and shaky. =/\= "All Medical Personnell. Please report to Sickbay...STAT!"=/\= (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 2020) Baylon had been sitting in his office, reading the latest reports and reading over the dossiers for the Delegations when suddenly, the world as he knew it upended itself. In an instant there was a crackling tearing noise as the portal in his office puckered then disintegrated as the outer portion of the hull ripped away from the ship like so much tin foil. He bucked backwards as the sudden pressure shift took place, dragging him out of his chair and into the crackling energy of the emergency forcefield. The field discharged in a cascade of sparks and angry buzzing noises, and for a few moments, Baylon was uncertain where he was or what had happened to him. The room plunged into complete darkness, as Padds and small items tumbled around the room as the environmental systems struggled to bring a nominal air pressure back to the compartment. His ears popped with the sudden change in pressure and instinctively, Baylon forced all the air he could from his lungs and squeezed his eyes tightly closed. He didn't know how long he had been laying there, face down on the deck, but when he awoke it was because of the bitter cold. His office had been remodeled by a hurricane. One wall, the outer hull, was completely sheered away and instead of a small portal allowing him a peek of the cosmos, he now had a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling vista of the stars. He pulled himself to his feet, the emergency lighting had come on, so there was a dim red illumination. It was an eerie hellish glow and one that Baylon hoped he'd not see again. The forcefield flickered as exposed live conduits came into contact with the field. The Security Chief did the first thing that came to his mind. He pressed his commbadge. There was an error noise indicating that communications were down. ~Damn it all.~ he thought as he stepped over to what remained of his desk console. It had not survived the event. "Computer" Baylon croaked aloud. When he spoke his left side hurt terribly. As a matter of fact it hurt terribly when he was breathing. "Computer" he said louder, in an attempt to activate the voice controlled systems. Again there was no response. He picked his way past the furniture that had been misplaced by the windstorm that had ripped through his office and made his way to the door. It didn't open when he approached. That made him stop. He had no way of knowing if the central offices beyond the doors were pressurized. If he misjudged and cracked the doors manually he'd be signing his death warrant. Then there was his other worry; Ranae. He had no idea if she was still on the bridge, or even if the bridge was intact. He didn't know if the ship was under attack or had been boarded by Romulans. Focusing to block the pain, at least temporarily, Baylon centered himself and stretched out his conscious mind to find Ranae's. ::Ranae, are you there? Are you alright?:: he projected telepathically. (reply Ranae) ::Where are you?:: (reply Ranae) ::What is our status?:: (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 2, Admin Center - Yeoman Denise Lebranski - 2020) Once the debris had stopped raining down, Denise cautiously stuck her head out from under her desk, where she'd dived as soon as she'd felt the first lurch. She'd survived enough nonsense during the war to take cover as necessary. Not that a desk would do much against vacuum, plasma fires and other miscellaneous problems, but it certainly protected one's skull from the ceiling. "Jason? You okay?" She called into the dust and debris. The faux drop ceiling that was meant to give the common area a professional and officey look of a planet was certainly no longer an issue. Denise preferred the stark bulkhead above anyway. She still felt the world was at an odd kilter and that her lungs were full of crap. (Reply Miller) Denise went over to the doors and pressed her palm against them. No heat, no drainage of atmsosphere. Not that the doors would have protected them if there was. Now, where was a good Horta door engineer when you needed one? Pulling on the auxiliary hatch she found the manual pull and gave it a good haul, putting her limited weight and torque into it. One half of the door lurched open four inches than stopped. Denise grumbled in Creole and shoved herself through the opening. Those with familiarity of the language would have understood 'Damn my cleavage.' "Ow, ow, ow." She grumbled, trying to ignore the flashing red lights in the hallway that were already starting to give her a headache. She turned over her shoulder to Jason, "Okay, so are we going up, or down?" She even managed to put a bit of her usual sauce into the question with a raised eyebrow. (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2021) "Report!" The FO commanded. "We've suffered a hull breech on decks 4 through 7," reported Lt. Jackson. "Commander, inertial dampers are functioning. Main power has been cut off to the upper decks. Auxiliary generators coming online." Though his innards felt like nervous jelly and he felt as jittery as a newborn pebble, he kept his wits about him. There was little time to do anything else. "Emergency forcefields have been initiated. We have containment of the area," Maraht reported. "Warp engines show offline." He stayed at his station, trying to assess damage but his console showed power loss in Engineering. His concern grew by the by the heaping rock load, and his fringe rippled only once as he heard Cmdr Lemar get no response from Engineering. "Get communications back online. I want to know what's going on," ordered the First Officer. "Yes sir," answered Maraht. He began looping his phalange in order to press buttons more speedily. His console chirped in reaction, Maraht's phalange moving rapidly. "Sir, the communication nodes have been compromised by a massive power surge on Deck 5. I am unable to locate the cause of the power surge at this time from here. We need to send in some repair teams to asses and do what they can to fix the damage. Our internal sensors are still offline." (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 5, Transporter Room 1 - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2021) Kenny materialised on the transporter pad. He sighed. He never really liked transporters, but he saw their advantage. He holstered his sack containing his stuff and walked down, nodded to the white Human male Ensign behind the transporter controls and walked to the door. He let them open and looked out to his right, then his left. He whistled. "Nice place." he said. He walked back into the transporter room and tapped his COMM badge; "Computer; Locate First Officer Jonas Lemar." *First Officer Jonas Lemar is on the Main Brigde.* Kenny nodded at the person behind the transporter controls again and headed of the door, when suddenly the ships rocked violently. The transporter console exploded and the lights went out. Kenny almost fell to the ground and had to brace himself against the wall next to the door to keep right. The Red Alert siren came on. "What the Hell was that?" he asked to himself. He picked himself up, and saw that there was no one at the transporter controls. He walked around behind them as saw the Ensign lying on the ground with a small scratch on his head and some minor burns, but he was able to stand. The man picked himself up. "You OK?" asked Kenny as he helped the man up. "Yeah, I'm fine." said the man in a French accent. "What was that?" "I don't know, but I will find out." The Ensign walked over to the controls and typed in a few commands. He sighed and shook his head. =/\= "Ensign Artois to Main Bridge. What just happened? I have lost power to the transporters." =/\= There was no reply. =/\= "Bridge; Respond please." =/\= The two Humans look at each other. "Welcome to the USS Hades." The Ensign said to Kenny. Kenny smiled. "I guess this is where all the action is, eh?" Ensign Artois smiled back, then showed an expression of pain on his face, and collapsed on the floor. Kenny grabbed him to stop him falling, and place him on the ground gently. He was trained as a basic field medic by his mother, but he was unsure whether he could treat Ensign Artois's injuries. ~Don't panic.~ He told himself. ~Just remember your training.~ He tried his COMM badge. =/\= "Ensign McKenzie to Sick Bay. Medical Emergency. I think Ensign Artois has plasma burns. We're in Transporter Room One." =/\= No answer. "Damn it!" He picked up Ensign Artois and hung him over his shoulder. He was going to have to carry him to sickbay himself. His report in to the First Officer was going to have to wait... (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 2, Admin Centre – Yeoman Jason Miller – 2021) Late night filing. Yes, it was a bad excuse to still be at work, and Denise might have even accused him of being a kiss-ass, but he liked to be organised, and he knew that Commander Lemar liked it better that way, even if the Commander didn’t know it. That was the reason that Jason Miller was still in the office when had officially finished his shift over two hours ago. So when the ship buckled and a small pocket of chaos erupted in the admin centre, Jason could have been a happier chap. Finding himself in a small corner of the wall, sheltered from any falling debris by a half collapsed table, he looked around in the dust and debris at the mess that now surrounded both he and Lebranski. “Jason? You okay?” came a voice from somewhere under a different pile of whatever. “Oh, just dandy!” said Jason, clear annoyance in his voice. He crawled out from his space to see dataPADDs everywhere, scatted in all corners of the room. On top of them was a half collapsed ceiling together with some pieces of bulkhead for good measure. “Someone really doesn’t understand how long it took me to get that lot organised!” He knelt down and picked up a few of the PADDS, with half an intention to start organising them again. When he looked around at the full extent of the damage, he flung them to one side in a defiantly out-of-character defeatist move. Jason watched Denise go over to the doors and press her palm against them, as if sensing for what may or may not be on the other side. A moment later she pulled on the auxiliary hatch, and finding the manual pull she gave it a good yank and shoved the door open just a little. And that was no understatement as she managed to open the door only four inches than stopped. Denise grumbled something then shoved herself through the opening. Laughing he moved to approach the door. “Good job I haven’t eaten since breakfast!” he said, moving to squeeze through the small gap also. It seemed he managed to slip through a little easier, finding his chest far easier to get through than Denise had done. Once through, he wiped his brow and grinned, as if to say ‘piece o cake’. As Denise took a few steps into the darkened corridor, she then stopped and turned over her shoulder to Jason, “Okay, so are we going up, or down?” There was obvious innuendo in her tone, and Jason Miller forced himself to stifle the smile and raises his eyebrow and not laugh at her. “Going down is easier,” started Jason keeping a straight face and moving past. “Besides, that’s your preference isn’t it?” Jason walked off down the corridor laughing to himself, strangely unconcerned about what was going on aboard the ship. It was probably because he knew everything would be in capable hands. He trusted the senior staff onboard the Hades, and sure, it had only been a few days since he had started duty shifts, but if Jonas was happy with the crews ability, that was enough for him. (reply: Lebranski) “Besides, the last thing they need is more bodies on the bridge during a time like this. We should head down to the lower decks, see if we can’t help out with the clean up in major areas or something.” Then he paused and added, “Unless you had a better idea, you Majesty?” Jason grinned again. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 3, Corridor - Security Officer T'Sol - 2022) Doors were opening on either side of the corridor as officers and crew rushed to battle stations. The Vulcan noted a pair of security personnel heading quickly towards the turbolift. "Jefferson, Grol!" she shouted above the general din. Both the crewmen turned back towards her. They stopped and waited for her to catch up to them. "Jefferson, Find Lieutenant Tarus, tell him he needs to collect his team and secure the delegation at once. Advise him that we are unaware of the situation and that I am heading for the bridge with a security team. Have him put together a couple of teams to sweep the decks looking for possible Romulan Invaders. Advise him that we have lost contact with the Bridge and will be transferring command to Main Engineering per Scenario Echo." Jefferson nodded and immediately went to find Tarus. T'Sol turned to Grol. "Find Chief Harper and advise him that we have lost contact with the bridge. That makes him ranking officer until we can re-establish contact. Have him secure Main Engineering and coordinate command of the ship from there until he hears from a senior member of the staff, such as the FO or the captain. Advise him that we do not know if we have been boarded by Romulans and so to treat any orders from the bridge with careful consideration." Grol looked at her for a moment. The Tellerite crewman shuffled his nose at the Vulcan. "You can't be serious Ensign T'Sol-" he began. "I am completely serious. Since when have you known a Vulcan to be otherwise?" The crewman opened his mouth to argue, but apparently thought better of it. Instead he nodded and went to complete his assignment. T'Sol turned and headed for the bridge, phaser pistol in hand. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 2022) The ship had stabilized after a brutal assault. Power was intermittent through out the ship. Hull breaches had occur ed and the communications grid was down. Tom had performed first aid for those he could help - several needed the medical staff. "Lt Maraht, can you manage things while I go for help?" Tom asked the OPS boss. (reply: Lt Maraht IYW) Jackson stepped over fallen equipment and assorted debris. He tried to exit the bridge and found the door wasn't working either. T.J. uttered a rather long Ferengi curse. He grabbed an Ensign who was wearing Engineering colors and forced open the door to the turbo lift. "Ensign, grab that chuck for metal and come here" Jackson ordered. "Yes Sir" came the shaky reply. The ensign grabbed the chuck of metal and moved to Tom's side. "OK, when I get a small opening you insert the par and we can then jam it open hopefully" Jackson added. Working quickly Tom and the ensign jammed the bar in the door and forced it open. "Thanks Ensign" Tom told the young officer. "No problem Sir" the young man replied. Tom entered the shaft very carefully - a slip and he'd have a long fall and a sudden stop at its end! Jackson worked his way to the access ladders and began his long trek downward. (posted by Bill West) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 2022.5) Despite the fact that the Hades trip across The Neutral Zone had been uneventful, too uneventful for Jon's taste, the crew seemed to be keyed up anyway. No sooner than Jon had thought that, then all hell broke loose. His danger sense spiked at the same moment as a tremendous explosion detonated, from below the bridge, slamming him roughly to the metallic deck. The deck buckled with the force of the blast. A command console near Lt. Tom Jackson exploded in a shower of sparks and smoke and the Bridge was plunged into the equivalent of NCRII dawn. Looking around Jon saw that FO Lamar had been thrown to the floor like himself and was wincing in considerable pain. Applying forceful compression to his bleeding left nostril, Jon struggled to his feet and headed directly to Commander Lamar's side. "Are you injured, Commander," Jon asked him as he arrived. (Reply Jonas Lamar, Any) Looking quickly about, Jon used both his Star Fleet medical training and NCRII true sight to see if their life force were interrupted in ways that would indicate serious injuries. (Reply Jonas Lemar, Maraht, Tom Jackson, Ardena Carrow, Any) Jon thanked the Great Spirit that only one on the bridge seemed seriously wounded. Silently, Jon's thoughts and prayers also went out to those unfortunates must have been in the area where the powerful explosion had occurred. Jon grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the few console fires that were smoking and sparking. Several thoughts raced through Jon's clinically trained mind concurrently; had cloaked Romulan ships fired on them? Had the duplicitous Romulans somehow planted a spy or saboteur on board to incapacitate the Hades once it was in the Neutral Zone, as a way of making the Hades less able to defend itself? Could this possibly be a prelude to an imminent Romulan boarding party? As the emergency lights flickered on, Jon learned a few things rapidly. Comm and communications were out along with sensors and there had been an unexplained explosion between Decks 4 and 7. According to Cmdr Lemar, the Captain had been escorting Ambassador Nolan, near the VIP quarters. Jon was immediately concerned. Could they have been in the blast area? Were they all right? (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2023) So far, Beta shift was working out to be a quiet one. She had taken the morning off, and after seeing Jonas off to work, she had settled in for an early morning relaxation session, courtesy of Holodeck 5. She had been joined by a couple of her girlfriends, Jenah and Orla, and the trio had enjoyed the luxurious treatments of a Risan Spa, complete with muscular males to perform them. She had been baited by the two woman with questions about George Walker, and her lover, Jonas Lemar. Jenah had insisted that Wendy thought more about George Walker than she had been letting on. She had of course denied that their relationship was anything more than plutonic. She was helping him with his studies and that was as far as it went. Jenah had not believed a word of it. So, refreshed and feeling great, Wendy had arrived at Sickbay with a skip in her step and a strange passion to get on with her work, so she had gotten stuck into her paperwork. There had been few patients, so she was managing to catch up on quite a lot. “How is that blood work coming?” asked Wendy in her usual joyful tone. She smiled as she approached a nurse, who was a little uncertain how to interpret the results to the doctor. With a cheeky elbow in the side she said, “Scooch over and let me see.” The nurse took a side-step and Wendy playfully took the position as the sonic scanner. As she moved to adjust the magnification, she concentrated on the movement of the red and white blood cells. “This one’s pretty good you know. Where’s the next sample?” She looked up and over to Nurse D’Nar who was already reaching for the next Petri dish. Then without warning, there was growl that seemed to come up from the deck and surround them entirely. A rumbling of every surface seemed to follow shortly afterwards and equipment began to rattle to the floor from all manner of places. As containers smashed, the biobeds seemed to have some kind of short circuit and the main interfaces began to erupt in a flurry of sparks. Wendy moved away from the sonic scope and tried to get herself pinned against a wall, and then the lights flickered and went out as two more consoles blew out, showering the floor with shards of plastic from the interface and whatever else was inside the casing. Wendy looked around to survey the damage to the area and it was pretty severe. The lights were shot and emergency lighting was the only thing lighting the bay. ~Jonas!~ she thought, hoping that he was alright. She knew he was taking a later shift on the bridge today because of the Romulan border. She hoped with all her heard that nothing had happened to him, that nothing had happened to anyone while whatever had just happened, happened. =^= All Medical Personnel. Please report to Sickbay...STAT =^= came a croaky voice, but still unmistakably that of Angeni, the chief medical officer. By the time the call had sounded, Wendy was already issuing orders to have as much of the dangerous debris cleared from the area. No doubt there was some kind of emergency going on and soon they would have injured crewmen on their way. Taking a dustpan handed to her by Nurse D’Nar, she knelt down and began to clear up the broken glass at her feet. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2023) As Jonas gave the command for internal communications to be made a priority, it was Maraht who answered him. “Yes sir,” answered Maraht. As Jonas quickly considered his next move, the Horta OPS officer spoke again, “Sir, the communication nodes have been compromised by a massive power surge on Deck 5. I am unable to locate the cause of the power surge at this time from here. We need to send in some repair teams to asses and do what they can to fix the damage. Our internal sensors are still offline.” “Deck 5?” queried Jonas, a little of the colour draining from his face. “The Captain just left for deck 5 to escort the ambassador up to the bridge. I agree Lieutenant, we need to send a team down to deck 5 immediately.” “Sir, we need medical teams here - should I go and get them?” Jackson asked, uncertain of how to act and seemingly eager to be given an order. Jonas whirled to see Jackson crouched over a heavily injured officer that had been closest to the exploded console. “Negative Lieutenant. Use the first aid kit behind the aft panel and treat as best you can.” Then, turning to Lieutenant Guarastine he said, “Get those access panels open and try to get down to engineering. I want a way to communicate with Lieutenant Harper and for now you’re it.” As Guarastine stepped away from her console she said nothing but had a look of determination on her face to get the job done. “Lt Maraht, can you manage things while I go for help?” Jackson looked over to Maraht as he spoke. “I’m still in command here Lieutenant!” Jonas barked at the eager Tom Jackson. “I know you want to help, but let’s do it by following my orders, understood?” (reply: Jackson) “Lieutenant Maraht, the Prometheus-Class is comprised of three separate hulls, correct?” asked Jonas rhetorically. “If that is so, each section has an independent network of power conduits, right?” (reply: Maraht) “Then is there any reason to suggest the power surge has affected the Acheron and Plegerthon sections?” NRPG: Spelling is probably off, anyone feel free to correct me!! RPG: (reply: Maraht) Satisfied that the entire ship might not be in the same condition, Jonas then turned back to Lieutenant Jackson. “Very well, I want Jackson to take the turbolift shaft to deck 2.” Once he had the man’s attention, “Assemble a team with whomever you find there and head to deck 5,” Jonas ordered. He watched the Lieutenant make his way past the command position, step over some fallen equipment, and start toward the turbolift doors. He then looked back to Lieutenant Maraht, “I’m afraid you’re stuck here for the duration Lieutenant. Keep trying to find a work around for those communications nodes. I want contact with the other two hulls.” (reply: Maraht) Turning around again to Lieutenant Ammon, Jonas was reluctant to give the tactical officer some alternative orders. She had already told him that she still had manual control of weapons, and should they need to use them, she was really the best person to have at the console – but then, what was the use if they had no sensors with which to see any aggressors. “Lieutenant, I want you to work on getting sensor control back. Manual weapons are no good to us if we’re blind.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 8, Corridor – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 2024) The door did not open automatically, so Tarus reached into a side panel and pulled a stiff lever that released the manual door control. Klein and Morris moved to assist Tarus and the three of them slide the door open. Beyond the doorway the corridor was dimly lit with the eerie red emergency lighting. Tarus’s first reaction was to strike his comm. badge and say, “Lieutenant Tarus to Chief Trinin.” The comm. badge sounded a failure and there was no answer. Instantly, Tarus realised something was very wrong indeed. “Come on,” he said, starting down the dark corridor. “We need to find a working terminal to find out what is going on.” As he started down the corridor, his team in tow, the alert klaxons suddenly began to sound. As they did, doors seemed to open simultaneously on both sides of the corridor and other officers started to file out into the corridors. Whatever had happened, someone had called for battle ready positions and that meant everyone on their feet – off duty or not! As Tarus jogged down the corridor, he stopped as someone called out to him. “Lieutenant Tarus, over here...” came a voice from a side corridor. Tarus took a few paces back to see another security crewman heading toward him. “Jefferson?” called out Tarus, wondering what the crewman was doing here at this time of night. “Fall in with my team,” he started and began to start back into his jog. “Sir, hold on” called back Jefferson. “T’Sol sent me to find you. She needs you to collect your team and secure the ambassador’s delegation.” Jefferson was a little out of breath and paused at this point. “Have we been boarded?” questioned Tarus, looking over at his team and giving them a look that told them to get ready for anything. “I don’t know, sir. We’ve lost contact with the bridge and T’Sol is taking a team there right away.” Jefferson continued to pant, wanting to get out all of the information before it was too late. “She will be transferring command of the ship to Main Engineering as per scenario Echo. She said, once the delegation is secure, put together teams and sweep the decks for possible intruders.” “Without internal sensors, it’s going to be hard to locate the Ambassador’s team” stated Tarus matter-of-factly. “You four,” he said, indicating to four of his team toward the back of the group, “Get to deck 10 and search ten-forward.” Looking at Klein and Morris along with the remaining two, “Your four are with me. We’re going to head up to deck 5 and search the guest quarters.” “Yes sir” came a resounding acceptance, and soon the two groups headed off toward the nearest way off the deck. “Erm...” interrupted Jefferies before the teams ran off in all directions, “...the turbolifts are offline” revealed Jefferies to the security teams. Tarus sighed and simply said, “Jefferies tubes it is then. Get to it!” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Turbolift - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 2024) Ana had been on her way up to the bridge to stand around looking pretty while the Hades crossed into Romulan Space. It was exciting to know that she would be able to tell her children someday that she was on one of the only Starfleet warships to ever visit Romulus by invitation. Or at least that is what she had thought. The normally short ride in the turbolift was fraught by bad luck. Halfway between decks three and four, the ship jerked hard enough to slam her into the wall of the turbolift car before it came to an immediate stop and then plunged into total darkness. Ana pulled herself to her feet. She rubbed her left shoulder which ached from the unexpected impact and tapped her commbadge. There was no indication that the commbadge was working. "Computer?" she said. There was no response. She glanced up at the display that flickered between decks three and four. "Just great." she said, sighing, then she heard it. It was a high pitched hiss. Almost too low for her to notice. It was so subtle it took her a moment or two to realize what it was. ~I'm venting atmosphere~ she realized in horror. She immediately started pawing the wall panels looking for a tell tale crack or mark. If the car was losing atmosphere, that meant that there space beyond the car. She needed to know in which direction that was. The car suddenly lit up with a flickering dull red glow, which despite what it meant, Ana was thankful for. It meant that she could actually see her surroundings now. And that was both a good and bad thing. The good part was that it allowed her to locate the source of the crack easily. The bad thing was that the crack ran along the center of the floor of the car. The slightly raised dent in the floor indicated that it had been struck by some debris. She lowered herself to her hands and knees and probed the crack with the flat of her palm. She verified that it was the source of the atmospheric leak when she realized that she could feel the slight pull of suction beyond the floor. ~not good….~ she thought then decided that she had to get out of the turbolift car immediately. She braced herself against the walls of the car, stepping on the hand rail until she could reach the emergency escape hatch set into the ceiling of the car. With crossed toes, she turned the locking mechanism; praying that the atmosphere was still present on the other side of the hatchway. She pushed it open and to her relief it appeared that she might escape the turbolift yet. She pulled herself through the hatchway and surveyed the damage around her. The rails for the car looked twisted a little. That was hardly a good sign. Then suddenly, there was a jolt as the car spasmed. Ana lost her footing and fell hard against the outer bulkhead of the car. There was a groaning sound, like a machine going through it's death throws, then a massive popping as the floor of the turbolift car gave way and disappeared into the limitless confines of space. The shaft acted like a massive wind tunnel as the air in the shaft rushed toward through the car and out into space. The platform shook and threatened to dislodge, even as Ana tried desperately to force the hatchway to close. She pressed her back against the side of the shaft, trying to maintain her position along the side of the car and out of the majority of the rushing current of wind. She tried to press her feet against the hatch and started pressing with all her might. There was an electrical popping sound as a forcefield erected somewhere above her and then suddenly the wind stopped and Ana realized that she was in a vacuum. The hatch swung closed with the sudden release of air pressure and the counselor found herself holding her eyes with her hands even as some of the capillaries in her skin started to burst. The hatched closed now. The computer must have sensed it. Because suddenly, the forcefield dissipated and the rush of fresh air knocked Ana against the walls of the turbolift shaft with a vengeance. She struggled for a few lungful of air, and with shaky hands managed to lock the hatchway. With trembling eyes, stinging from the air flow, she looked up the shaft. " No where to go but up. I suppose." She muttered to herself. She came to her feet found the access ladder and started to climb. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2024) "Lt Maraht, can you manage things while I go for help?" Jackson looked over to Maraht as he spoke. Maraht was not sure what to answer his assistant, and was about to speak when Cmdr Lemar barked at the eager officer that he was still in command of the ship. "I'm still in command here Lieutenant!" Jonas barked at the Ops officer. "I know you want to help, but let's do it by following my orders, understood?" (Reply Jackson) "Lieutenant Maraht, the Prometheus Class is comprised of three separate hulls, correct?" asked Jonas rhetorically. "If that is so, each section has an independent network of power conduits, right?" "Yes, sir, they do, but then they integrate to form the larger ship," said Maraht. "Then is there any reason to suggest the power surge has affected the Acheron and Phlegathon sections?" asked Cmdr Lemar. Maraht thought for a moment. "It might have affected those sections, but we can't know for sure until we assess the damage or get internal sensors back online, Sir," said Maraht, feeling frustrated and helpless. Cmdr Lemar then turned back to Lieutenant Jackson. "Very well, I want Jackson to take the turbolift shaft to deck 2." He paused and said, "Assemble a team with whomever you find there and head to deck 5," Jonas ordered. Maraht saw the Lieutenant make his way past the command position, step over some fallen equipment, and start toward the turbolift doors. Cmdr Lemar then looked back to Lieutenant Maraht. "I'm afraid you're stuck here for the duration, Lieutenant. Keep trying to find a work around for those communications nodes. I want contact with the other two hulls." "I know I can't climb up and down the vertical Jeffires tubes, Sir. But we will find a way, Sir," said Maraht. Maraht worked to start to asses the power nodes in an effort of figuring out where to direct any repairs, but it was all dependent on the sensors. ~One thing at a time.~ Turning around again to Lt. Ammon, Cmdr Lemar gave further orders. "Lieutenant, I want you to work on getting sensor control back. Manual weapons are no good to us if we're blind." (Reply Ammon Ranae, Any) A frission of fear skittered around inside him and he realized they were in Romulan space trapped in a ship that was blind and deaf, both externally and internally. He would be ready with his own brand of defense should any Romulans show up on the bridge. He hoped fervently it wouldn't be necessary and turned his mind to his console. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 2025) Maraht noted that the shields were still in place if his console could be trusted. "Diverting all unnecessary power to the shields, Sir," said Maraht, struggling to make that happen with his half dead console. He thought he was able to keep the shields in place and it looked ok according to his readouts. He noted there were too many lights and buttons on his console that were unresponsive. It was possible the massive power surge could have shorted out some of his console circuits here on the Bridge. If he was going to get any communications back, he would need his console to work. Maraht shifted off of his low platform, and rumbling over to a small supply locker in the wall nearby, he pulled out his toolkit case. It was stored with the first aid box that Combat Medic Joe Morelli had put together for him and he thought to grab that too to have nearby. ~Never can tell what might happen,~ Maraht thought grimly. Shifting his way back to the OPS console, Maraht placed his first aid kit behind his platform seat and opened his tool kit, laying it on the floor nearby in easy reach. He pried out a panel off of the side of the console and deftly removed it. ~I've gotten better at removing panels since I have been having a lot of practice with it lately.~ Rumbling close enough, it was obvious that there were plenty of shorts for him to track down. At least one third of his wiring was dead. "I guess I better get started. What a mess, " he said softly, to no one in particular. He reached for a small spanner and began. (Posted by Sheila) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 2025) Some concern had arisen about the safety of the Captain and the Ambassador. Personally, Ranae was more worried about her lover, but she did hope that they others were unharmed. Around her reports about the state of the ship were being given and orders from the FO delegated. Maraht was to focus on getting the communications working again. Jackson was ordered to act as a temporary medic and Garastine was to go to Engineering. It had been interesting to say the least, when Jackson had asked Maraht if he could manage while he went for help and had been given a chewing out by the Commander, who reminded him just who was in charge. Ranae had simply shaken her head and kept her head down to work on her station as she listened to the others. There was a discussion about whether the other two sections of the ship were likely to be unaffected by the explosion and then Jackson was ordered to go to deck 2 to assemble a team and head to deck 5 to search. The FO had told her to try to fix the sensors and she was intent on fixing them to the best of her ability. The work was keeping her occupied and was diverting her from consciously thinking about what may have happened to Baylon, so when she felt him telepathically, relief flooded through her. ::Ranae, are you there? Are you alright?:: She heard in her mind just as clearly as if he was beside her talking. ::Thank the Prophets you are safe! I am fine don't worry:: She replied while working on some fried conduits in the guts of the machinery. ::Where are you?:: ::On the Bridge of course, I am attempting to fix my station:: ::What is our status?:: Ranae relayed to him all that she'd learned from overhearing the verbal reports about the condition of the ship, that there was concern about the Captain and Ambassador, and that the second Tactical station, THIS and scanners were out of commission. ::....and what about you? Where are you? Have you been injured?:: (reply Baylon) ::I am glad to hear you are okay. There is a team on it's way to search the breached decks, I am sure you will be rescued in good time:: (posted by Sal) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 2026) Originally, Jon's intention was to volunteer to help find Captain Sash and the Ambassador. But as he thought about the crippled condition of the ship, other ideas occurred to him. As Jon listened to FO Lemar trying to get a handle on the situation, his own thoughts were racing along lines he didn't like. For whatever reason, the Hades was blind, unable to move and affectively drifting in Romulan space. ~If that is the case does that make the Hades subject to being seized as salvage? All they might need to do is repatriate the crew and the Hades would be thiers for the taking. Was that the whole reason for this whole negotiation ploy in the first place? What better way to get a Federation starship than to invite its crew to fly it over to them and then set it up in some way so that they couldn't fly it back.~ Jon knew his thoughts were a bit toward the conspiracy theory angle and wondered if he was being far too paranoid. But this was the Romulan people, who prided themselves on deceit and treachery, especially those they considered inferior. Jon wasn't sure if he was erring on the side of caution. Jon approached the First Officer. He didn't want to alarm the bridge crew and so he whispered, "Cmdr Lemar, we seem to be broken down and adrift in Romulan space. What is our response going to be if the Romulans come over to help us out and are they really going to help us out? It could be that those combat scenarios might get tried out sooner than we thought. Should we arm ourselves?" (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2026.5) Jonas had noticed that the ships counsellor, Jon Nayati, had been present throughout the entire ordeal so far. When the blackout had first occurred, Nayati had been first at Lemar’s side offering aid and assistance. Jonas had declined the help at the time, preferring that Nayati turn his attention to the rest of the bridge officers. Then, after assisting others to extinguish the burning tactical console, he seemed to stand close by and simply absorb everything that was going on. After Jonas had issued orders to the current bridge staff, the counsellor then approached him and said, “Cmdr Lemar, we seem to be broken down and adrift in Romulan space. What is our response going to be if the Romulans come over to help us out and are they really going to help us out? It could be that those combat scenarios might get tried out sooner than we thought. Should we arm ourselves?” Jonas wore a grave look on his face. These were questions he had already begun to ask himself, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of the crew started asking them. He had actually hoped that he wouldn’t have to think up an answer to those questions right away, but as Nayati seemed intent on voicing his concerns, Jonas was now left with little choice. “I’d like to believe that if the Romulans show up, they will be amiable. We have been invited to be here after all.” Jonas knew that there was a great amount of prejudice and distrust onboard the ship, and whatever his own true opinions were, he was not about to give rise to those prejudices. He needed to set an example. “However, I do think that arming ourselves is a good idea. If I had the ability to do so I would call for a red alert and have the entire crew do so...” That’s where he trailed off. Nayati was as aware as the rest of them what the situation was. Jonas wasn’t about to start repeating thing. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2027) She held onto the wall, willing herself down the corridor, counting each step until she approached the sliding doors. Taking a hesitant step in, she looked at the mounting chaos. She could see from the small whisps of smoke than hung around the biobeds and some consoles, that some of the beds had been hit with some sort of power surge. The consoles flickered on and off, and alarms made it hard to think. She knew that secondary systems should come on, allowing them to use the few spare beds that were kept offline for such an emergency, but she didn't know when that would be. The young doctor raised her voice above the din of the room, "Alright, we've practiced for this. The equipment for this situation is located under each bio bed...Pulse Ox, portable EKG...whatever you need. Be ready for any incomming casulties!" (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge - Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 2027) Ardena pulled herself to her feet and rightened her chair. She rubbed the lump on the side of her head. Someone had thoughtfully put a bandage over it already, but her cheek was sticky with green blood. ~Can there be an explosion when I'm on the bridge that doesn't knock me silly? Please?~ She wasn't quite sure who she was asking nor did she particularly expect an answer. The bridge smelt of blood and burnt silicates. Mostly the copper smell of the red blooded humanoids who consisted of the majority of Starfleet personnel. Her panel fitzed a few times, flickered twice, and died. Ardena sighed and yanked the access panel off. She didn't know a whole lot about repair and maintenance, but she did know a blown power supply line when saw one. Glancing around at other exposed innards on the bridge, it seemed to be a common complaint. She'd wanted to suggest they just have Lieutenant Maraht open the stubborn turbolift door, but she wasn't quite sure of the being's sense of humour. If it was possible, the Horta looked self-recriminating. Ardena heard the conversation about the Romulans with half an ear, "Pardon me," she said, getting back to her feet. "But I doubt this was an overt attack of the Romulans. There's neither boarding party aboard nor are we in smithereens. Perhaps a delaying tactic of arrival, at best, but most likely a faction that is trying to create troubles to prevent the alliance of Federation and the Star Empire. I'm no engineer, but I would look to our enemies who like to use plasma bombs." No one had come through the civil war without some sort of knowledge of war tactics and terrorist attacks. (Reply any) She waited for the conversation to die before catching Commander Lemar's attention. "What can I do to assist, sir?" Her terminal was beyond her limited skill to repair, what basic medical knowledge she possessed was probably completely eclipsed by the counsellor's, and she wasn't sure what use she could offer beyond being another body in the way. (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 7, CSEC's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 2027) ::Thank the Prophets you are safe! I am fine don't worry:: She replied ::Where are you?:: He asked her. ::On the Bridge of course, I am attempting to fix my station:: ::What is our status?:: There was a lot going on. There was concern about the Captain and Ambassador, and that the second Tactical station, THIS and scanners were out of commission. Baylon was powerless to do anything about any of it. He was trapped in his office, without power and most likely without atmosphere just beyond his door. The only thing keeping him alive was the emergency forcefield. ::....and what about you? Where are you? Have you been injured?:: she asked him. ::I'm trapped in my office. The power is out and I can see the stars. there is no outer wall in the way. The only thing between me and the vacuum of space is a forcefield. I got banged around a bit in the maelstrom, but I'm not seriously injured. I've managed to turn off the pain for the moment. Any chance I can get a rescue party or a transport from here?:: ::I am glad to hear you are okay. There is a team on it's way to search the breached decks, I am sure you will be rescued in good time:: She replied. ~So transporters must be off-line also.~ he thought ::Okay, T'Sol should be making her way to the bridge and Lieutenant Tarus should do his best to locate and secure the Delegation. That's what the scenarios call for. If the bridge can't communicate, Then command will likely be transferred to Main Engineering, per scenario Echo. Let Commander Lemar to know that. There is an encrypted passkey to allow him to communicate that all is well with Lieutenant Harper. He should know what you're talking about.:: (reply Ranae) ::Oh, and dearest, please tell the team to hurry, it's starting to get very chilly in here and I seem to have left my arctic gear in my quarters.:: (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 14, Main Engineering – Engineer Debbie Weston – 2027) The past few minutes had been quite tense, exhilarating, and part of her even thought it was a little fun. There’s nothing like the near-destruction of the ship to inject a little excitement into your day. The ship had dropped out of warp with a jerk, and with the engines temporarily offline, the feedback had be redirected safely. Debbie couldn’t help but admire the efforts of Lieutenant Harper. If it weren’t for him, the ship wouldn’t be here right now. Debbie would never ever admit that of course. As far as everyone else was concerned, she could probably have done the same thing, given an extra few seconds. As Debbie moved to another access panel, she brought one of the many status reports. Minutes ago, someone had reported a hull breech, which had caused a loss of power to the Hades section of the ship. That was an entire 9 decks and she didn’t completely understand why they were the only ones affected, so she brought up a diagnostic of the power distribution system. A few seconds later, the reason was quite clear to her. “Chief,” she started, already working on a fix for the problem. “The umbilical systems just aren’t getting any power from the main core. That EPS conduit on deck 5 was the main link from the main core to the saucer engineering section. That’s why the entire Hades section is down and out for the count.” (reply: Harper) Debbie tried to remotely access the auxiliary power controls in the saucer engineering section but the console denied her the access with an error beep. “Hey!” she called at the console, trying again to access the power subroutines for that section. “I can’t access auxiliary power from here. The EPS blow out seems to have affected all computer and data access too.” “Might have something to do with the gaping hole in our side,” added Dana Travis, the engineer working alongside Debbie. Just then, red alert klaxons began to flash. Debbie frowned, not liking where this was going. Were they under attack? “I thought the Bridge was off line?” questioned one officer near to Debbie’s position. “It is. The call for alert came from...” she checked the records quickly, “Ensign T’Sol, a security officer.” Ignoring the alert klaxon and returning to her previous dilemma, Debbie looked up at the chief, “Doesn’t the Saucer section have its own core?” Moving around to the next console, she checked the schematics of the power distribution system on deck 5. “If we can bring it online, we can bypass this section here and restore power to the majority of the Hades section.” She turned to look at the Chief, “Deck 5 will probably still be out in most places, but at least we can get part way there.” (reply: Harper) Just then, the main doors to engineering opened and in ran a Tellerite officer looking a little out of breath. “Lieutenant Harper...” he started, trying to catch his breath. “I have orders from Ensign T’Sol to let you know we’ve lost contact with the bridge.” “We already knew that Grol,” started Debbie to herself, recognising the security officer and continuing her work. It wasn’t her place to start running things and she preferred to leave that sort of thing to the real officers. She was happy to just get her hands dirty and follow orders...well, most of the time. (reply: Harper) “You are to secure Main Engineering and coordinate command of the ship from here until you hear from Commander Lemar or Captain Sash.” Finally the man got his breath back and started to approach the Engineer rather than shout his report across the deck. “T’Sol said to advise you that at this stage we do not know if we have been boarded by Romulans and to treat any orders from the bridge with careful consideration.” ~Oh great! Just when I thought we had it all figured out, Romulans had to go and get involved!~ Debbie cursed, and quietly started to get her kit together, hoping that Chief Harper would send her to the upper engineering section on deck 5 to carry out her plan. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2027.5) As Jonas turned from Nayati, he found himself confronted with the science officer, half-Vulcan Ardena Carrow. “Pardon me," she said, “But I doubt this was an overt attack of the Romulans. There's neither boarding party aboard nor are we in smithereens. Perhaps a delaying tactic of arrival, at best, but most likely a faction that is trying to create troubles to prevent the alliance of Federation and the Star Empire. I'm no engineer, but I would look to our enemies who like to use plasma bombs.” Jonas smiled, glad for the fresh outlook of someone else who was not instantly looking to shoot down the Romulan government with blame. “My sentiments exactly,” added Jonas, allowing the topic of conversation to drop from that point forward. As Jonas examined his command station, wondering how much damage it had physically taken, Carrow approached him once more. “What can I do to assist, sir?” Jonas looked back at her over his shoulder. He then spied Nayati still in the area, and immediately his glance was drawn to the struggling Tom Jackson, who was trying to access the turbolift shaft in an attempt to reach deck 2. “You and Counsellor Nayati go with Lieutenant Jackson. While he tries to work on some repairs, I want you two to see if you can locate the Captain. He was somewhere on Deck 5 when all of this went down.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2028) Five minutes earlier, the red alert klaxons had been sounded. Wendy had not had any luck with raising the bridge, and although every one of her fibres yearned to know what had happened – to Jonas – she forced herself to continue with her preparations. She may very well have others to worry about soon enough. Since Angeni’s call, sickbay had been slowly filling with any and all the off duty doctors and nurses, each one wanting to be ready to assist at a moment’s notice. Wendy had already put them to work clearing the area and soon it was safe enough for her to be happy. There was still the odd wisp of smoke here and there, and half the consoles were flickering or dead, but she was certain the secondary systems would be coming online at any moment. Just then, the main doors to sickbay opened again and this time in staggered Angeni Trommashere. Raising her voice a little, the cherokee doctor addressed the entire sickbay, “Alright, we've practiced for this. The equipment for this situation is located under each bio bed...Pulse Ox, portable EKG...whatever you need. Be ready for any incoming casualties!” As people jumped into action at the new orders they had received, Wendy approached Angeni with concern in her face. Angeni didn’t look good at all, and in a flash Wendy had whipped out her medical tricorder and was beginning to scan the CMO. “Angeni, what happened to you?” She was about to ask ‘are you alright’ but it was clear that she was not even before she read the results of the simple scan. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2028) Kenny ran back into Transporter Room One. He was glad that the automatic doors were still working, he did not fancy having to force them open. He ran up to the console where Ensign Artois has been injured and looked underneath it and found what he was looking for; an emergency medical kit. He opened it and found that everything that was meant to be there was; Medical Tricorder, dermal regenerator, oyster regenerator and several hypo sprays already filled with certain chemicals. He closed the case and took it back outside to the corridor and knelt beside Ensign Artois, then opened the case again. He took out the medical Tricorder and scanned Ensign Artois and the information came up on the screen on the Tricorder. He spoke the results, mostly to keep himself calm and focused. Although he was not a certified medic, he had some training, and knew what to do. "OK; Second degree plasma burns, pulse rate above normal." Kenny clothes the Tricorder and placed it back in the case. He took out the dermal regenerator. He knew that if he could heal some of the burn skin, he could buy Ensign Artois some time so he could get him to Sickbay. Working only with the light from the Red Alert siren, Kenny moved the dermal regenerator up and down Ensign Artois's face. Kenny could tell that the burns were deep, and the dermal regenerator could only heal some of it, but it would be enough. As the emergency lights in the corridor came on at last, Kenny sighed with relief; He could now see what he was doing. He picked up Ensign Artois and began to carry him down the corridor. He wished that someone would show up and help him and in answer to his prayer, a male Bolian wearing a yellow Starfleet uniform came running around the corridor and stopped when he saw them. "Damn! What happened here?" The Bolian asked as he helped Kenny shoulder Ensign Artois. "He's been burnt. I'm trying to get him to Sickbay." "Right; let’s go!" "Thanks." The Bolian nodded and helped Kenny carry Ensign Artois. They made their way to a turbo lift. Kenny prayed to God, the Bajoran Prophets, and the Q Continuum, anyone that the turbo lifts where still working. He gulped and spoke. "Sickbay." The computer bleeped, and both Kenny and the Bolian Ensign sighed in relief. (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay - Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 2031) After a few minutes, the turbo lift opened and Kenny and the Bolian Ensign carried Ensign Artois out of the lift and down the corridor. Kenny felt great when he saw the door to Sickbay. The two men walked in the door and a nurse looked at them, dropped a hypo spray and ran over to them. "He's got second degree burns to his face and chest." Kenny said to the nurse. "I treated some of his wounds with a dermal regenerator but his condition is still bad." As he spoke, he helped the nurse place Ensign Artois on a biobed. The Bolian was unable to help, as only two people could help, so he just stood beside the bed. "Thank you, uh..." She looked at Kenny's Rank. "Ensign. We'll take it from here." Kenny walked back a few steps so he stood beside the Bolian Ensign. He sighed. He wondered if Ensign Artois would live. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "You OK?" Asked the Bolian. Kenny nodded. "Look; I have to go to Engineering. Where are you off to?" "I...I dunno. I just got on the ship when the explosion happened." "I take it your one of the new Science personal." Kenny nodded. "I could use a hand trying to find out what happened. If you come to Engineering, We could work together." "Sorry, but I still need to report to the First Officer. I'd better do that." "OK;" The Bolian headed for the door, then turned around to look at Ensign Artois, then walked back over to Kenny. "Hey; my name's Chane. Look me up after this is over." Kenny smiled. "Kenny." Chane nodded, then walked out the door. Kenny felt a little scared. He had only been on the ship ten minutes and already the life of a fellow officer had been in his hands. He just wanted to rest now, but knew that there was other stuff to do in this situation. That made him think; He didn’t think that they were under attack, as there had not been any other explosions since the first, so what had happened? Somehow; He knew he was going to find out. He headed for the door, then looked back at Ensign Artois. He hoped that he would recover. (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2032) As people jumped into action at the new orders they had received, Wendy approached Angeni with concern in her face. Angeni didn’t look good at all, and in a flash Wendy had whipped out her medical tricorder and was beginning to scan the CMO. “Angeni, what happened to you?” She was about to ask ‘are you alright’ but it was clear that she was not even before she read the results of the simple scan. Angeni looked at Wendy, her eyes full of fear. Inside her chest, the weakened muscle tried its hardest to keep up with the shock her body was going through. She lifted up her hand, covered in electrical burns. The sleeve of her uniform was singed and mangled. She dropped to her knees, clutching her chest. "My God!" She gasped out, putting her hands on the floor. She looked up at Wendy, tears streaming down her face. "I...I...I think...I think...I think there's something wrong with my heart..." She tried to stand, but she collapsed back to her knees. (Reply Wendy) "I...I had a seizure..." The room started to spin violently, and she could hear her heart pounding in her head. Each beat came and went like the thunderous hoof-beats across the plains. Gazing up at Wendy, she sputtered incoherantly, trying to make sense of everything that was going on. With a moment of clarity, she looked up at Wendy, barely making herself heard above the noise in the bay. "Please...Just put me in my office, take care of everyone else. Have them sweep the decks, starting with the Bridge..." She lowered herself to the floor. Her brain began to give the orders to shunt blood away from 'miscelaneous' organs such as her spleen, digestive organs, and her arms and legs. While her brain was a selfish organ, wanting to steal all of the blood for itself, it allowed the heart to have a little extra, trying to keep the dead muscle tissue from spreading any further. She laid there, closing her eyes, the last thought in her head before she slipped into unconciousness was how her friends were doing. She wanted so desperately to get up and help them, but her arms and legs failed to work, and she laid there, resigning to the cold silence of her mind. (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2033) As Wendy quickly scanned Angeni with her tricorder, what she saw stunned her. It looks as though Angeni had recently suffered some kind of shock to her entire body, and now she was showing clear signs of cardiogenic shock. Angeni looked at Wendy, a haunting fear in her eyes. It was as if Angeni knew only too well what her condition was, and feared for her own life. She held up her hand, showing the electrical burns she had suffered, her uniform sleeve singed and mangled. Then she dropped to her knees, clutching her chest. “My God!” Angeni gasped out, putting her hands on the floor. Looking up at Wendy she cried, “I...I...I think...I think...I think there's something wrong with my heart...” Then she collapsed back to her knees. “Palin! Sunwin!” shouted Wendy, dropping her tricorder and dropping down to try and support Angeni, doing her best from collapsing entirely. Two nurses approached her in seconds, both of them friends of Wendy’s having served alongside her for many months. “Mikey, help me get Angeni to her feet...” “I...I had a seizure...” mumbled Angeni, her eyes flicking from left to right, almost as if she couldn’t concentrate. “Becca, clear a space. We need to get an ECG on her right away!” called out Wendy, struggling a little, feeling Angeni getting heavier and heavier. As Mikey and Wendy moved Angeni a little, almost as if they had to drag her, Angeni looked up at Wendy and with a concerted effort said, “Please...Just put me in my office, take care of everyone else. Have them sweep the decks, starting with the Bridge...” No sooner had she finished speaking did Angeni fall limp. The extra weight forced Wendy and the nurse to lower her to the floor briefly. Ignoring the CMO, who was either delirious, was under estimating her own condition, or both, Wendy and Mikey managed to get Angeni to one of the free biobeds. “But she said to her office...” question the nurse, Mikey Sunwin. “If we sit her in her office and leave her there she is likely to fall asleep and not wake up.” Thinking on her feet, Wendy thought about all the procedures that Angeni had put into place for situations just like these – when the fancy high-tech toys were off line. “Get me an IV kit. I want her on inotropic supports and saline via a CVP line.” Even before she had finished speaking, Rebecca Palin had handed her some of the equipment she had asked for. Wendy took a small needle like device and attached it to Angeni’s arm over a prominent vain. Satisfied that she had put the IV in correctly, she turned to Nurse Sunwin and said, “I want to monitor her CVP pressures and maintain the readings between 7 and 14.” Mikey nodded and moved to the stand-alone console to make the necessary adjustments. “Should I monitor for signs of fluid overload?” he asked, looking up briefly to see doctor Kildare’s reaction. “You got it!” she said, pleased that some of the training was rubbing off on the nurses. “Also monitor her blood pressure and urine output regularly.” As Becca returned with the rest of the monitoring equipment for Doctor Trommashere, Wendy relaxed a little, know that at least for now, her medical chief was in safe hands. “Oh, I almost forgot. I want you to monitor her heart rate for signs of tachycardia, just in case.” “Leave her with us doc, we’ll make sure she’s OK.” Mikey smiled and looked back to the CMO. “Just set up the monitors and leave her be.” She said, turning back to the rest of the bay. “I have a feeling we’re going to be busy, and I think conditions like Doctor Trommashere’s are going to be quite common.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2034) As Wendy stepped away from the far biobed, part of her mind was disappointed that once again she had been thrust into the position of power – in charge of the bay. ~Where is R’Serrot when you need him?~ she thought with a frown, noticing that he had not reported for duty with the rest of the medical staff. “Oh well,” she said quietly, throwing her arms up in the air, “No point in complaining.” As she stepped into the centre, she was disappointed that the bay had suffered so much damage. The power surge really had made a mess of things down here, and it was a wondered that someone from engineering wasn’t already dropping by to check everything was alright. ~It must be this bad all over~ she decided, turning her attention to two young officers that had brought in a third who appeared to have sustained some kind of burn injury. Wendy noticed that Nurse Kia had already moved to attend them and was helping to get the injured officer on to one of the few working biobeds. “He's got second degree burns to his face and chest,” said one officer whom she was unfamiliar with. “I treated some of his wounds with a dermal regenerator but his condition is still bad.” ~Some medical knowledge, knows how to use a regenerator. A new medical officer?~ she thought, approaching the small group. “Thank you, uh...” started D’Nara, looking at the officer’s rank. He was obviously as unfamiliar to her as she was to Wendy. “...Ensign. We'll take it from here.” As the Ensign backed away, Wendy quickly approached the nurse’s side. “What have we got D’Nara?” She pulled out her tricorder, which she had just a few moments ago retrieved from the floor, where she had dropped it when helping Angeni. “Second degree burns to the face and chest. Looks like some kind of electrical shock.” The nurse was aware of the condition of the CMO, that she had suffered a similar injury herself. Holding the small scanner over the officer’s injuries, she moved slowly over his chest, taking extra care to gather as much data about his internal organs as possible. “Looks like the burns are all we have. No internal trauma to the arterial system.” In the background she could hear the two officers talking. Apparently the new face was a new science officer, while his Bolian companion was an engineer. She handed D’Nara the portable regenerator and gave the officer a hypo of something for the pain. “Keep treating the worst of the injuries with this. I’ll give him 20cc’s of polymetrazene to help with tissue regeneration.” Nurse Kia nodded and took the device, doing as she had been ordered, allowing Wendy to go off and find another hypospray with the correct medicine. As she worked, Wendy overheard the new Ensign say, "...sorry, but I still need to report to the First Officer. I'd better do that.” ~Jonas!~ she thought, finding that with everything that was happening he had left he thoughts for more than a few minutes. Instantly she felt guilty, and as she turned to inject the patient with the necessary drugs she noticed the Bolian officer leave. Putting down the hypospray, she noticed that the new ensign was turning to leave also, so Wendy quickly moved over to him and said, “Excuse me Ensign. I couldn’t help but overhear you say you needed to report to Commander Lemar.” (reply: McKenzie) “The commander is on the bridge, and I think he might be a little pre-occupied right now,” started Wendy, wondering what Jonas must be doing. Between him and Captain Sash, they probably had their hands really full right now. Noticing the confused look on the Ensign’s face she explained, “We’re not sure what has happened yet, but the ship is on high alert. Turbolifts are off line, from what I can tell power is out on most of the upper decks and as far as I know, communications with the bridge have been severed.” She gave a friendly shrug, “But we could really use you around here. You have some medical training if I am not mistaken? (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 13, Shuttlebay – Engineer George Walker – 2035) George had been in the Shuttlebay working on his shift leader qualifications so that he would have the experience needed for his upcoming exams, when the hiccup occurred. For the shift in the Shuttle bay the explosion had barely been felt. It was the red alert siren that made him realize that there was real trouble. George was technically the acting shift leader for the Upper shuttle deck and as a result this was his post for battle stations. That didn't sit well with him, considering how much he would rather be in main engineering, where there was stuff that he could be doing. Following the protocols for battle stations, he ordered the bay locked down, the personnel armed and for everyone to stand by for any order that meant that they would have to launch or jettison any of their auxiliary craft for any reason. Once he was confident that his people were ready to perform any orders that came down to them from the bridge, George decided that he wanted to know a little bit more about what was happening. It was apparent that they were not under consistent attack, if they had been attacked at all. There were no more jerks or shakes of the ship that was caused by weapons fire slamming into her shields or hull. And that made George wonder if they'd been sabotaged or if something had failed. This line of thinking led him to the shift leader's office, where he used his engineering command codes to gain access to the shipwide status displays. What he saw he didn't like. It was obvious from the readings that the Hades section of the ship was damaged by what appeared to be a hull breach. Their communications were not working, which meant that they were having problems relaying orders to the ship. For a few moments, George wondered what he could do to help restore communications without abandoning his post. He considered things for a few moments, then without coming to any conclusion he looked back out across the shuttle bay deck to spot the Organia, one of the Danube class runabouts that the Hades carried. That was when it hit him. The reason that the communications weren't working was because the nodes were down. ~But if he could…~ George strode across the deck and opened the hatch for the Organia. Once the hatch had settled, he stepped aboard and brought the Runabout's systems on-line. He connected the communications protocols to that of the Acheron and told that ship's nodes to redirect all incoming messages going to the Hades through the shuttle before being routed to the commbadges of whomever was requested. A couple of moments later he reversed the process to tell the Organia's nodes to act as pickups and relays for the Hades portion of the ship. He then brought the communications suite entirely on-line. He tapped his commbadge and spoke. "Shuttle bay One to the Bridge." he crossed his fingers for a few moments while the computer finalized the protocols and was relieved when he received a response. (reply Bridge) "Engineer Walker here, sir. I've managed to route all communications that would normally be handled by the Hades Communications nodes through the Runabout Organia, sir. It's a quick fix, but it should pickup all commbadge signals in the damaged section and relay them to the Acheron's nodes for delivery and vice-versa." (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2035) Angeni faded in and out of conciousness, feeling her body being moved and posed by those around her. Part of her wanted to yell at Wendy; she was supposed to be in her office, not being worked over on a biobed. The other just resigned to complacency, noticing little things about what was going on. ~Oooo...there goes the epi...burns like a plasma fire...~ She let her eyes close, her body a willing receiver of all the drugs and treatments available to them. She wondered just how the crew would've reacted if she had not constantly emphasized the use of low tech toys for high-tech situations. She hazily dreamed about Jon. Hell...it was the only thing she could do was dream and think dis-jointed thoughts. She must have met the fluid challenge, so they had to have given her a vaso-dilator to open everything up. You can fit more into a bigger container. One of the primary dilators she pushed was Morphine, and it was messing with her head. She wondered if he was okay. If there was enough...whatever...to cause a catastrophy like the one in sickbay, it probably had reprocussions about the whole ship. Not only was her thought on her paramore, but for Captain Sash, and Ser...and...Wendy...and... She wanted to sit up and fight against death and destruction, wielding the hypospray of life, riding into fierce battle on the back of 1 milligram per kilogram of Lidocane, stopping the advances of Death with 360 joules of 'Bite Me!'. In her mind, she was raging an epic battle against a black cloaked figure swinging a scythe that was as black as night. She was riding on a grey stallion, swinging a sword with the inscription of, "Life Pak 2000". Electricity arced from the tip of the sword as she valliantly fought, her archers fighting with Epinephrine laced arrows. She was the Joan of Arc fighting against the tyrany of Asystole. (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 2035) As Kenny went to leave the Sickbay to report to the First Officer, when he was approached by a female nurse. "Excuse me Ensign. I couldn't help but overhear you say you needed to report to Commander Lemar." Kenny turned around. "Uh, yeah. I just arrived on the ship a few minutes before the explosion, so I have not been able to officially report for duty yet. I'm the new ACSO. I was in the same room when Ensign... Artois I think, received his injuries." "The commander is on the bridge, and I think he might be a little pre-occupied right now. We're not sure what has happened yet, but the ship is on high alert. Turbolifts are off line, from what I can tell power is out on most of the upper decks and as far as I know, communications with the bridge have been severed." The nurse shrugged. "But we could really use you around here. You have some medical training if I am not mistaken?" "Yeah; My mother is a doctor in my home town back on Earth and she trained me. Although I am not a certified doctor, I do have the knowledge of a field medic and then some, which is why I was able to treat some of his wounds. I also know how to use certain medical instruments that other non-doctors may not know. You could say I'm three-quarters scientist, one-quarter medic. “he smiled nervously, trying to stay calm. He was still a little nervous after this incident, but didn't want to show it. "Umm, yeah; To answer you question; I do have some medical knowledge." He nodded to Ensign Artois. "Will he be alright?" (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2035.5) Wendy couldn’t help but wear a broad smile when he attempt to enlist the Ensign was successful. “Yeah,” he started to reply, “My mother is a doctor in my home town back on Earth and she trained me. Although I am not a certified doctor, I do have the knowledge of a field medic and then some, which is why I was able to treat some of his wounds. I also know how to use certain medical instruments that other non-doctors may not know. You could say I'm three-quarters scientist, one-quarter medic.” It was clear that Ensign was nervous. It sounded like this was his first day on the job, which was bad enough, but to be thrown into a disaster scene made things much worse. The Ensign smiled nervously, clearly trying his best to stay calm. “Umm, yeah - To answer your question, I do have some medical knowledge.” He then looked passed Wendy just briefly and asked, “Will he be alright?” Wendy turned to where Nurse Kia was successfully treating her patient. With a warm smile and a nod she said, “Yes, he’ll be fine. He was lucky that his wounds are superficial. We’ll have him outta here in half an hour, I’m certain of it.” As she looked briefly around the bay, she could see that she had done all she could here. Everything was as ready as it could be for now. “I’m Doctor Wendy Kildare, the assistant chief medical officer,” she offered, hoping that the Ensign would do likewise and give her his name. (reply: McKenzie) “Grab that med kit and tricorder,” she said, indicating to a small package on the side cupboard. “I’m about to head out and go deck to deck to help the wounded. I want you to come with me, who knows, if we have access I might be able to get you to the bridge.” (reply: McKenzie) Calling out to another of the nurses to join her small team, she then nominated another three staff to create a second team. As they prepared themselves, Wendy moved over to the main console and tried to access some of the ship status reports. Entering her access codes, a ship-wide damage report flooded to her screen. “Looks like the majority of the casualties are going to be here,” she indicated to McKenzie, section 5 through 10, decks 4 through 7. “Computer systems appear to be non functional across most of the upper sections – almost like the entire Hades section has been affected by something.” (reply: McKenzie) “No internal sensors to help us, and no communications working above this deck. Are you ready Ensign?” Wendy smiled, knowing it sounded a little scarey. She then passed the Ensign and headed for the door. “Come on people, there are people out there in need of our help!” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 2037) "I'm Doctor Wendy Kildare, the Assistant Chief Medical Officer." Kenny stood at attention. "Assistant Chief Science Officer, Ensign, Junior Grade, Kenneth McKenzie." he said, trying his best to remain formal at this time. "Grab that med kit and Tricorder" Doctor Kildare pointed to a package on a table. "I'm about to head out and go deck to deck to help the wounded. I want you to come with me, who knows; If we have access I might be able to get you to the bridge." "Aye, M'am," Kenny said and opened the medical case to see what was inside; Same as the case he had used back at Transporter Room One. Everything was there. He closed it and took it in his left hand. Doctor Kildare moved to a console after calling over some other nurses. She showed a map of the Hades, Decks five, six and seven. "Looks like the majority of the casualties are going to be here. Computer systems appear to be non-functional across most of the upper sections, almost like the entire Hades section has been affected by something. No internal sensors to help us, and no communications working above this deck. Are you ready Ensign?" "Aye, but just one thing; Umm, not that I mean to question your knowledge of this ship, but if the internal sensors are down, then how do you know where most of the casualties will be?" (Reply Doctor Wendy Kildare.) "M'am. I had a thought; if we can't find injured using the sensors, then we could set the tricorders to sense heart beats, or body heat. I assume that most of the crew are humanoids with such similarities?" (Reply Doctor Wendy Kildare.) "Come on people; there are people out there in need of our help!" Kenny followed the Doctor out of the doors of Sickbay. Already; he was drafted into action again but this time, the lives of the ship’s crew lay in his hands... (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare – 2038) As Wendy looked at the other team, indicating where she wished for them to start, she turned back to Ensign McKenzie. “Aye, but just one thing; Umm, not that I mean to question your knowledge of this ship, but if the internal sensors are down, then how do you know where most of the casualties will be?” Wendy smiled as she moved to walk passed the Ensign, heading toward the doors. “I guess we’ll just have to...” she waved the other nurses to follow, “...do it the old fashioned way and search room by room.” Before she left the sickbay, Wendy called over to one of the other Doctors. “Leticia,” she called to Doctor Ru’nat. “Keep an eye on Angeni for me. If she comes around, as long as her levels are normal, give her a shot of that hypo over there to bring her round. You know Angeni, she’s a fighter. If she can, she’ll be on her feet running the place again in no time. Doctor Ru’nat laughed and nodded. She knew the CMO had suffered quite a serious shock to her system, but with 25th century drugs it was entirely possible that she would be on her feet in no time. It all depended on her own ability to heal. As Ensign McKenzie followed Wendy toward the door, he continued talking as he moved, “M'am. I had a thought; If we can't find injured using the sensors, then we could set the tricorders to sense heart beats, or body heat. I assume that most of the crew are humanoids with such similarities?” As Wendy headed out of the door and into the corridor, she paused and turned back toward the Ensign. “That’s a good call Ensign.” And then she beckoned for him to hurry. “Come on people” he started with a renewed enthusiasm. “There are people out there in need of our help!” McKenzie the stalked out into the corridor and began to head down the corridor. It wasn’t until Wendy cleared her throat that he turned his head slightly and paused. “Er...it’s this way Ensign.” She grinned, and headed toward the nearest access port. With turbolifts down, she knew they would have to climb their way up. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Main Bridge – COPS Lt. Maraht – 2038) Once he had finished with the console bypasses and rewiring and Maraht was happy to see that his console was much better than it had been before. Almost all of his indicator lights were back on and he found that more of the ship was working then he had known. "Cmdr Lemar, I have indications that our computer core and our secondary back up has suffered little damage as well as the transporter system. I have diverted more power to our shields and they are at 100% with compensations for the damaged decks from surrounding shield emitters." (Reply Jonas Lemar) Just then his board chirped and Maraht found himself listening to an audio signal. =^=Shuttle bay One to the Bridge. =^= Startled Maraht answered right away. "I am happy to pick up your signal Shuttlebay 1. This is Chief OPS Lt. Maraht. To whom am I speaking?" =^=Engineer Walker here, Sir. I've managed to route all communications that would normally be handled by the Hades Communications nodes through the Runabout Organia, Sir. It's a quick fix, but it should pickup all commbadge signals in the damaged section and relay them to the Acheron's nodes for delivery and vice-versa. =^= "Engineer Walker, that is creative and clever." Maraht decided that when this mess was all over he would put this Engineer Walker in for a commendation to the command staff. "The Bridge has been cut off and our turbolift doesn't work. Our internal sensors are still offline. Can you give us a status report from down there?" asked Maraht. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 13, Shuttlebay – Engineer George Walker – 2039) =^=Engineer Walker, that is creative and clever. The Bridge has been cut off and our turbolift doesn't work. Our internal sensors are still offline. Can you give us a status report from down there?=^= Maraht's voice replied through the comm. panel. George frowned. He hadn't thought of a way to feed direct data to the Hades. He only assumed that they'd need communications. "Well, lieutenant…" he began, "I haven't worked out data transfer yet, and I'm not able to monitor the ship's condition from my current location. However, from what I saw the Phlegathon and Acheron portions of the ship seem to be unaffected by whatever happened. Someone activated the red alert, so the ship is now at or going to battle stations." There was a short pause. "I've arranged for communications, just use your commbadge, you should be able to talk to anyone on the ship, and they should be able to talk back. If you have anything that I need to do, just say the word, myself and my limited staff are at your disposal." (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Turbolift - ACOUN Anamitra Ripley - 2039.5) Ana was exhausted. She'd finally made it to Deck two, where the doors to the shaft were already opened. Hoping there were personnel here, she decided to climb out onto the deck and give her arms and legs a little bit of a rest. She crawled onto the deck and moved away from the open door. She didn't want to take the chance that there would be another jolt and that she would be thrown back down the turbolift shaft to her death. As she sat trying to catch her breath, she absently wondered if they had even made it into Romulan space at all. If they had, she'd missed her chance at seeing history made first hand. If they hadn't there was still a slight chance that she could participate. The sound of crackling conduits caught her attention, but beneath that she heard the sounds of voices. She couldn't make them out over the rest of the din, nor could she tell how many or what language they may be speaking. Like an electric bolt, she was instantly on her feet and headed over to an emergency equipment locker. She entered her code, thankful that the lockers were independently powered, and pulled out a standard hand phaser, a tricorder and a emergency medical kit. She slung the kits over her shoulders and gripping the phaser, moved forward towards the sound of the voices. "Hello!" she called out, "can you hear me?" (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay[Unconcious Dream State] – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 2040) Angeni was standing over Death, her sword plunged deep in its chest. Death screamed and writhed under her. She looked at Death with cold, steel grey eyes. She looked up to see her own mother, and the Mother. She stared at them, dropping her sword. Standing before the deity of her religion, she uttered the first words that came to her mind. "So...this is how it happens, hrm? I don't get to die in a blaze of glory to go to the Hunting Grounds, no...You have to take me from a friggin' plasma shock?! What the hell is this?!" She stepped over the still form of Death, walking up to the Cherokee Goddess. She was furious to say the least. "I left my friends, my family, all of them because you wanted to take me NOW!? Why not like...sixty years from now?! I haven't even gotten married yet!" She stood there, breathing hard. The idea of her being dead scared her, but also infuriated her. She wasn't supposed to die...yet. She knew death could be around any corner, but not now. She felt like she was winning the battle she fought from a young age. A voice from her past quelled her anger almost immediately. "My Daughter..." Her own mother began. "It is not your time. I am proud of you. You are such a fighter...you have your fathers' blood in you. You are destined for great things..." As her mother spoke, she dropped the sword in her hand. Pain surged up her arm, and she dropped to her knees, crying out in pain. The Mother knelt next to the girl, putting her hand on the young Cherokee's shoulder. "My Child. It's time for you to wake up. Go with the knowledge that you are not done with your battle yet. You have many lives to save. You are the healer to mark all healers in our world by. Go forth and do what you need to do." With that, the pain increased, and she cried out... (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2048) Waking up. Angeni sat straight up on the biobed, but her limbs felt completely disjointed. A Doctor that she had never seen before came over and gave her the reversal drug. Gotta love Narcan. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and she hopped down on her own two feet. She shook out her limbs, looking at her hand. It looked gross, but it would have to do. She picked up one of the few working laser scalpels, twirling it around in each hand. She still had dexterity. She looked around at the still dead beds, and she shook her head. "What a way to end the day.." She stood in the room, and she walked to her office, pulling on a fresh lab coat. She picked up a med kit, checking the insides to make sure everything was ready to go. She tapped her comm badge, her voice still a bit hoarse. "Dr. Trommashere to Dr. Kildare. What's your location?" (Reply Wendy) "Alright. Let me know the bridge status. I'm taking a crew and we're going to start on the Bridge. You'll know where to find me if you need anything...." (Reply Wendy) She set out of her office, gesturing for two medics. Through their report, the Turbo-Lift was down, so it was the Jeffries Tubes for them. "Onward to the bridge!" (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== End Compile =====================================================================