Stardate:2406.02.25 (Starbase Valhalla, FCO's quarters - FCO/CONN Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 2105) Ralth stared at the screen displaying caitian symbols. ~It's impossible! There _has_ to be some mention of them!~. He tapped a series of symbols with an expressed clawtip, speaking softly in his native language. "Computer, match all historical, taxation and land registers for H'rrkaa Ranch." "Display main points." Ralth nearly chocked, his chest heaving as he was trying to pull in a breath. "...Computer, halt... Program... Medical..." Slowly, he slipped down from the console, dropping on the floor. Stardate:2406.02.26 (Mars - Otono medical, observation ward - FCO/CONN Ensign Ra'Kir - 0345) Ralth came to on a bunk on sickbay. He was almost immediately awake, but still remained silent, his brains still trying to wrap themselves around what he'd learned just before. ~Father died before he married... My home is... Gone. Mother... Sister!~ He sat up and swooned immediately. "Easy there, ensign," said a voice nearby, and Ralth felt strong, steady hands grasping him and holding him up. "There'll be some discomfort. You had a stroke, after all." Ralth shook his head to clear it. It didn't help, he was still seeing blurry. "Sirr? I can't see. I can't!" His voice came out almost as a yowl. "There, there. That's just because of the treatment. You had some brain damage before the computer alerted us. Nothing we can't fix, though, so don't you worry." Whomever the doctor was, he was calm and reassuring. "Wherre am I?" "Otono medical center. You'll have to stay here overnight, just so that we'll be able to finish the treatment and monitor you." "Verry well." Ralth slumped back on the bunk. "Can you do anything to my eyesight? It's quite disturrbing..." There was a moments pause, then he felt the cold nozzle of a hypospray touching his neck, and there was a hiss as the drug was administered. "This'll make you sleep, we couldn't give it to you before you woke up, just in case. It should clear out your sight in a few hours." He could already feel his eyelids drooping. "Thank you, doctorr..." The man started to reply, but his voice was lost inside Ralths head as he fell asleep. Stardate:2406.02.28 (Starbase Valhalla, FCO's quarters - FCO/CONN Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 1258) "RALTH! Please, let me speak with you!" Chief Petty Officer Jonahs beat her fist on the FCO's door. "...go away." The voice coming from inside the cabin was almost a growl and still too silent to easily hear, and more full of torment then the Chief had ever heard. "If you won't open this door, I'll have to call the counsellor and medical, please, Ralth, don't do this!" There was simply silence. ~This has gone on far enough, medical leave or not!~ With a flick of her wrist she contacted the counselling office, reporting Ensign Ra'Kir's eccentric behavior. (Reply COUNS, ACOUNS) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, Observation Lounge - TAC/ASC Richard 'Rick' Blaine - 1000) "Mr. Blaine, I would suggest getting to know the rest of the security staff. Schedule a time when we can address the entire staff. Then let me know. When I get to it, I'll pull the general orders for you from the computer." The TAC/SC made a pause then continued. "When we're off-duty, we still need to have that little shooting competition. Loser buys a meal for the winner. At Rick's." "Ok Sir, I'll do like that and concerning our little shooting competition, you can prepare your latinum, I've never found an opponent worthy enough to compete with me." Rick replied self-assured. He wasn't sure that he can defeat his superior but it was some kind of a way to jauge him. (Reply Orde IYW) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla: Observation Lounge - TAC/SC/2O Lt.(jg) Pierce Horatio Orde - 1001) "Ok Sir, I'll do like that and concerning our little shooting competition, you can prepare your latinum, I've never found an opponent worthy enough to compete with me." Rick, his new ASC, said. "And I've never found someone crazy enough to try to beat me." Pierce countered gamely. ~It also throws opponents for a loop when I drag out my staff.~ Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre – SFICO Lt(SG) Dario Marsland – 1023) Dario stared almost unbelieving at the text message that scrolled across the screen in front of him. ~Not one but two new agents! It’s about time!~ In the space of just over one hour the secret SFI Command Centre on Valhalla had gone from a one-man operation to a buzzing hive of activity. A crew of six support crew, including Dario’s personal assistant, had freshly arrived and were already busying themselves with their duties and now two new agents were due in a matter of minutes. Taking the time to scroll through both Ensign Fiona O’Connor’s and Ensign Mar’lana Dupree’s bios Dario noted with some humour that both women were experts in seduction and disguise. Wondering whether someone higher up was playing a trick on him, Dario took a moment to reflect on his less-than-honourable history with the opposite sex. Engaged twice previously, Dario had a reputation for letting his hormones get the better of him. The door chime brought an abrupt end to Dario’s daydreaming. “Come!” he called. The door slid open to allow Dario’s assistant, Ensign Aaron Townsend, to enter. “Lieutenant Marsland there’s an Ensign Dupree and an Ensign O’Connor to see you sir.” “Excellent, show them in Ensign” replied Dario. Townsend quickly exited the room and returned seconds later with both Dupree and O’Connor. “Welcome to Valhalla” greeted Dario as he stood from behind his desk and made his way over to his newest agents, both of whom had taken a mere fraction of a second to take in their new surroundings. (Replies) “My first question is of course, am I looking at the real Dupree and O’ Connor?” asked Dario with a smile. (Replies) “I thought as much” came Dario’s reply. “I must say I’m quite impressed with both of your service records. Of course I’m sure there’s a lot more not contained in those records that I’d very much like to know about, but that can wait for another time. First of all I’m sure you’re both anxious to get settled in to your new quarters, so here are a couple of PADDs that contain all the relevant details for this SFI facility.” (Replies) “I’ll give you both a few hours to settle, refresh, and explore. Meet me back here at 1430 hours and I’ll give you both a brief on the current situation here at Utopia Planitia.” (Reply from Dupree, O’Connor) (Posted by Ian Walker) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre, SPC Fiona O'Connor, 10.25) "Welcome to Valhalla," Marsland said as he stood from behind his desk and walked around it to where the two women were standing. "Glad to be here Sir." The other woman, masquarading as a Vulcan said to the Lieutenant. Fiona nodded her head. "Absolutely, sir" She concurred. "My first question, is, of course," The Lieutenant began with, "am I looking at the real Dupree and O'Connor?" "I thought it best not to come so naturally sir." Dupree responded. Fiona nodded her head, "Travel with guise." She said cheerfully. "I thought as much," Marsland replied, "I must say I'm quite impressed with both of your service records. Of course, I'm sure there's a lot more not contained in those records that I'd very much like to know about, but that can wait for another time. First of all, I'm sure you're both anxious to get settled in to your new quarters, so here are a couple of PADDs that contain all the relevant details for this SFI facility." "Yes sir." Dupree responded quickly. "Ah, thank-ye sir." Fiona responded back as she accepted the PADD. She began to absently scroll through it, skimming the information whilst the Lieutenant was still speaking. "I'll give you both a few hours to settle, refresh and explore. Meet me back here at 14.30 hours and I'll give you both a brief on the current situation here at Utopia Planitia." "Thank you sir." Dupree responded. Fiona nodded her head. She lowered her eyes to continue the scan of the PADD. "After you." Fiona said as she gestured to the Orion masquerading as a Vulcan. Fiona followed her out of the room. "I think I'm going to unpack and find out where I'm living for the time being." She said, "At 14.30 then." She said nodding her head to the psuedo-Vulcan. (Reply Dupree) With that Fiona set out to find her quarters, and also explore the station. Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre, SPC Mar'lana Dupree, 10.36) "Oh, not really." The woman answered, "I've just been setting here a spot such lovely surroundings, don't you think?" Mar'lana looked at this woman noticing that she understood Vulcan. She decided that she could drop back into common language that the woman was speaking. "Yes, it is pleasant to the eyes." She replied to the woman as she looked around. Mar'lana started to suspect that this woman was not believing what she saw in Mar'lana and the only way she could do that is if she was empathic. This did not bother her for some reason as it should have. "Names to submit to Lieutenant Marsland" a man in a dark uniform ordered. "Mar'lana Dupree" "Fiona O'Connor." "Thank you." The man said as he went about his way and disappeared into what Fiona had previously thought was a wall. "Fiona O'Connor." she said as she stuck out a hand and dropping the British Accent. Mar'lana noticed that Fiona seemed to be more comfortable speaking in Irish that the British Accent. She guessed that Fiona was now speaking in her native tongue. They seemed to have dropped their persona, so, she decided to revert to her normal self as far as she could. "Mar'lana Dupree" she replied as she reverted to Orion then translated to common. "So I guess we're both here for the same thing." She said. "It would seem that was the truth." Mar'lana replied. "Just out of curiosity, you're not Vulcan, that much is obvious, what are you?" Fiona couldn't help but ask. "Well, as we both can not go around as ourselves, especially me, I changed to Vulcan. I am originally an Orion." Mar'lana replied then watched Fiona's reaction. "Really, that's a great disguise, who did your surgical alterations?" "I don't know if you would know him but he goes by the name of Doctor Q. He is a really great doctor and knows a very lot about medical disguises. He has also come up with a way for me to do minor changes to this where I would look different to anyone else." "I see." Fiona responded. The two women continued their conversation, completely unaware as to what was occurring in the next room. (reply from Fiona, if desired, any) (posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre – SFICO Agent Mar'lana Dupree– 1045) As Fiona and Mar’lana was talking about different stuff, the man in black returned. “Lt. Marsland is ready to see you now, follow me.” He told them then turned and started to walk away. Both of them got up and followed the man further into the command centre. Mar'lana quickly scaned each area that they went into and filed it away in case she needed the information later. She had a feeling that beside her Fiona was doing the exact same thing. It did not take but a few seconds to lead the women to the office that he was suppose to lead them. He opened the door and motioned that the two should enter. As they entered he shut the door behind them. Just as quickly as they had entered, Mar'lana had the office features memorized. She watched as a Brazilian looking human stood up from his desk to come and meet them. He looked as though he might have worked out a lot as his uniform indicated that he was well belt. “Welcome to Valhalla” Dario said as he greeted them. "Glad to be here Sir." Mar'lana answered in the common tongue and waited for Fiona to reply. (fiona) “My first question is of course, am I looking at the real Dupree and O’Connor?” asked Dario with a smile. "I thought it best not to come so naturally sir" Mar'lana again answered. (fiona) “I thought as much” came Dario’s reply. “I must say I’m quite impressed with both of your service records. Of course I’m sure there’s a lot more not contained in those records that I’d very much like to know about, but that can wait for another time. First of all I’m sure you’re both anxious to get settled in to your new quarters, so here are a couple of PADDs that contain all the relevant details for this SFI facility.” "Yes sir" Mar'lana replied (fiona) “I’ll give you both a few hours to settle, refresh, and explore. Meet me back here at 1430 hours and I’ll give you both a brief on the current situation here at Utopia Planitia.” "Thank you sir." (Reply from Darios, O’Connor) (Posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office, Admiral Jopek - 23.50) =^= Admiral Jopek to Operations. =^= The Vulcan wasn't waiting around, the Red Alert klaxon was ringing again, and he was in Operations in seconds. (Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office, Admiral Jopek - 23.55) Commander Lee was screaming orders and getting the emergency teams over to the Firestorm, the viewscreen showed her flying out of control and rotating on all three axes. Someone else was saying that artificial gravity grid and other key systems were offline! NRPG: Happy floating! ;) RPG: "Commander, if you have to, relay beam those emergency teams over there, I want to give them all the support I can, and whatever is in range, beam out the wounded and get them down to Mars. Also, get some tugs over there, and bring the ship back to a docking bay." Jopek stepped back and let the crew complete their work but he monitored the scanners and sensors and kept a close eye on the unfolding events. "As soon as possible, I want a damage and casualty report Commander." Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, Security Office's - TAC/ASC Richard 'Rick' Blaine - 1200) Rick had finished to install his personal belongings into his new office, in fact there wasn't many things, an other uniform, his phaser, his handcuffs, some old files and equipment he had kept from his previous assignement and of course his personal old firearms collection. ~ ok now that all is settled, time to introduce myself to the staff, 13:00 would be the good moment, just after lunch, perfect ~ tought he in tapping his commbadge " Ensign Blaine to Lt. Orde." (Reply Orde) " I was planning to introduce myself to the staff at 13:00, is that time suited you, Sir ? " Rick asked (Reply Orde ) NRPG : hope 13:00 is available in Orde's heavy schedule ;-) RPG : Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla: Security Centre - TAC/SC/2O Lt.(jg) Pierce Horatio Orde - 1300) NRPG: Y'know, 1300 just cleared itself up. It's not like these fictional characters need to sleep anyway. RPG: Pierce surveyed the assembled group before him. Everyone in his department was present, with the few exceptions who were listening in on headsets. ~The best Security force in the sector. Glad I got to know them in the retraining time.~ "Thank you all for coming here, even those of you who are off-duty. Then again, they say Security is a all-time job." Pierce began. A few chuckles ran across the assembled people. "I try not to do this too often - everyone well knows I'm much funnier off-duty." NRPG: Well, it's true. ;) RPG: A couple laughs rang out here and there. "Anyway, I called ye all here to introduce your new superior and my new assistant, Ensign Blaine!" Pierce nodded at Rick and listened to his micro-speech. " Gentlemen, some of you may be reticent to work under my authority and I understand your point of view, you only know me as the owner of Rick's bar. But what you certainly don't know is that I've already worked in the Starfleet security, I must admit it was twenty years ago but I don't think that I'm too rusty, I only ask you to be indulgent concerning my knowledge in the actual technology." He made a pause and added " That's all, I hope we'll make a good work together and if you have any problems, questions, .. my door will be always open. I don't know if you want to add something, Sir ? " Pierce nodded. "Of course. Those of you who started the pool about the shooting match - I know who you are - I'm taking a fifteen percent cut off the top. Mr. Blaine here gets ten." A couple mock groans sounded from good-humored officers. "The command structure within this department has shifted slightly to accomodate Mr. Blaine. Mr. Maxwell, you are now slated for third in line pending your completion of officer's training. Not much shuffling, of course. Bring the lower priority items to the ASC. Maybe now I can get to some of those duties pertaining to the position of Second Officer." Pierce said as he shrugged. "Then again, maybe not. Meeting adjourned. Dismissed." As the personnel returned to their duties, Pierce motioned for Rick to stay. "I've got an interesting wager for our match. One of my gadgets. Or, you bring me a design idea, and I figure out how to build one." NRPG: Don't forget, Pierce is a weapons engineer. RPG: (Reply Rick) "Here's a PADD with your orders. Mostly paperwork - stuff I was doing beforehand - today. Be sure to make a couple rounds of the starbase." (Reply Rick) NRPG: Lest Rick believe that Pierce just dumped all his work on Rick, Pierce kept about two-thirds of his paperworkload for himself. RPG: (Reply Rick, any) (Posted by Lenox) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, Security Centre - TAC/ASC Richard 'Rick' Blaine - 1302) All the Security staff's head were gathered in the main room of the centre, listening to the TAC/SC who was introducing Rick. Orde finished his speech and handed over to him. Rick cleared his throat " Gentlemen, some of you may be reticent to work under my authority and I understand your point of view, you only know me as the owner of Rick's bar. But what you certainly don't know is that I've already worked in the Starfleet security, I must admit it was twenty years ago but I don't think that I'm too rusty, I only ask you to be indulgent concerning my knowledge in the actual technology." He made a pause and added " That's all, I hope we'll make a good work together and if you have any problems, questions, .. my door will be always open. I don't know if you want to add something, Sir ? " he asked in turning to Orde. (Reply Orde, any ) (Posted by Patrick Buidin) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - FO's Office - EMH - 1408) The EMH was programmed to read and analyse human facial expressions rapidly and interpret emotions and moods from these. He knew that sometimes the facial expression didn't match the mood, but he was sure that he was reading the expressions on the assembled groups faces correctly. There was a mixture of annoyance, apprehension and fatigue. He was pre-programmed to say his "opening line" and he did think it was fair for people to be annoyed about it. "The 'medical emergency' is that man behind the desk," The Counsellor replied. "And I think the cause might be those empty alcohol bottles," she added. "I'm the doctor here, madam. Diagnosing medical problems is my duty. It is highly unlikely that empty alcohol bottles could cause any sort of illness." The EMH replied. He recognised further looks of annoyance cross the faces in the room. The EMH withdrew the medical tricorder from his case and moved towards the man slumped forwards on the desk. He began to run the probe over the upper body, tutting as the readings came up. ~blood alcohol reading .19% by volume~ ~cortical efficiency reduced, reticular activating system suppressed, hypothalmic functioning compromised~ ~He's DRUNK! ON DUTY!~ the EMH's internal processing system shouted at him. However before the EMH could voice his diagnosis, the young women rose, and the EMH had no trouble reading her facial expressions. "Alright, I've had it!" She said. "Here we go. 1." she said turning on the EMH. "Those bottles used to be full and it's what was in them and is now in HIM that is causing the problem, got it?" "Thank you for stating the blindingly obvious! I had already reached that conclusion." "Good." She said angrily. "And secondly the reason that I called you down here, Admiral, Ensign, CPO, whatever rank you are Rodos Counsellor lady is because I DIDN'T KNOW what to do. We're meeting Mark for Dinner today and HE" She said as she gestured over to Lee, "Started Drinking BEFORE I got here, and then passed out, and HE doesn't think that we've got responsibilities to Mark but I think we do but I'm not sure what, and I don't KNOW WHAT TO TELL HIM. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT around him, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, Or even WHAT TO THINK. I'm NOT SURE HOW TO DEAL WITH HIm, HOW TO HELP HIM DEAL WITH WHAT's HAPPENED and well.. ..I don't know how to deal with HIM either!" Tanya said as she again pointed over to Lee. " AND THAT's What's happened, and I don't know. I don't know, it's just all happened, so... so.. .so... and I really don't know, and I have no clue, and it's not like I've been through this before, not like I even HAVE kids, do you know what it's like to all of a sudden figure out that you've got like a 25 year old son when you're like 35? How's that possible, so obviously I'm not his mother and yet I am, and how am I supposed to parent him? if that's what I'm supposed to do, how is it that I can deal with it, does he expect me to be his mum when I cannot? Or can I ? OR, because Apparently I'm not the same person but IS till look the same, no doubt he will naturally assume that I'm the same, and he was crushed when we fought thinking we hate each other, which incidentally is apparently a problem that he thought I Hated him but I really didn't, and then he was like rambling, on and on and on, and I h ad no idea, but then I got a clue and it was just.. just.. just... JUST TOO MUCH TO PROCESS!" ~Clearly an overactive adrenal gland at work there~ the EMH considered but a look at the women indicated that a medical scan was not what she needed right now. The EMH searched for an insignia to know how to address her, but found none. "Miss, my concern is not what led up to this session of drunkenness but what should be done about it. He needs a dose of Ethoxyl to counter-act the ethanol in his blood. I will administer it here." He fitted the vial to the hypospray and pushed it to the neck of the FO. The contents would spread quickly through his blood stream, converting the ethanol to harmless by-products. "He should be upright in just a few minutes. As to the circumstances that would lead the First Officer of this base to get drunk whilst on duty, they are for you to discuss with the counsellor here. However, if I may add, we all have our problems. I'm scheduled for upgrade to EMH Mark 4 next week. You might have gained a son but I will cease to exist." The EMH began to pack up his equipment, wishing not for the first time that he was programmed with tear ducts! (Reply FO, COUNS, ACOUNS, Tanya, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) Stardate:2406.03.04 Mission: Intermission Stardate: 2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 14.10) The triage system seemed to be working well and only the most seriously wounded had been sent to the medical centre. By now each of the 4 surgical bays were in service and all of the beds were full with wounded being treated quickly and efficiently. Rain herself was working on a young Bolian engineer who needed his right arm removed below the elbow. The plasma burns had so withered his flesh and even bones so that nothing could be done. Rain deftly ran the laser scalpel around the limb and tossed the mangled piece into a recycling receptacle. She used a dermal regenerator to seal the exposed area. Once all the fuss was over, a prosthetist would visit to take measurements for a new arm. Rain knew these devices were often better than the original. She'd recently read about specific limbs designed for different departments. The engineering one had inbuilt tools and much greater strength. She hoped this young man would learn to appreciate that after the shock had worn off. Once the wound had been healed over and the requisite pharmaceuticals had been administered she called for next patient. A stretcher carrying a woman with a badly mangled leg was bought in. One of the stretcher bearers was the security officer, the Vulcan. "Lift her up gently." Rain instructed. They did as she asked and lifted the stretcher up on to the operating biobed. Rain noticed something out of the corner of her eye and jerked her head. There was a small device strapped to the Vulcan woman's wrist. "What on earth is that?" she asked pointing to the device. Originally she had been relieved that none of the security officer were armed. She'd half expected them to come bearing plasma rifles. Now she thought she'd been duped and her hackles rose. (Reply T'Pran, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla: Verano Medical Centre - Ensign(jg) T'Pran- 14.11) T'Pran certainly had been kept busy by Ms. Anderson. As she hefted a stretcher towards the biobed, she recieved an order from Ensign Anderson. "Lift her up gently." As T'Pran complied, she felt the sleeve of her uniform slide slightly back on her arm. "What on earth is that?" Rain asked, pointing to the device on T'Pran's arm. "Lieutenant Orde referred to it as a 'derringer'. He said that if you had any further questions, you should contact him." T'Pran said emotionlessly. (Reply Rain) (Posted by Lenox) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - Verono Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 14.13) Rain looked at the Vulcan woman's face as it remained impassive. Rain sometimes wished for that stoicism, or at least an ability to conceal her emotions in her face. No-one would ever call Rain Anderson "poker-face". "Lieutenant Orde referred to it as a 'derringer'. He said that if you had any further questions, you should contact him." T'Pran said emotionlessly. ~A derringer??~ "You can be sure I will be contacting him. Clearly not now! I would appreciate it if you removed your weapon and stored it in the weapons locker. Should one of our patients feel the need to get violent you can retrieve it then. I would also appreciate it if you would communicate that request to your colleagues in the triage area." Rain felt quite "Vulcan" as she spoke, although she felt like pressure was building up between her ears and an explosion was imminent. (Reply T'Pran, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, FO's Office, WTO Tanya Leigh Dervin, 14.15) The EMH had gone about his diagnosis as Tanya lost all composure and ranted in an extreme way at any and all officers or holograms present in the office. "Miss, my concern is not what led up to this session of drunkenness but what should be done about it. He needs a dose of Ethoxyl to counter-act the ethanol in his blood. I will administer it here." Tanya just looked at the EMH, completely dumbfounded, she had nothing really to say, it wasn't like she was Lee's keeper. Or.. .anything really, or... thoughts of her being at fault started to invade her mind, and she wasn't able to counter them correctly or even at all. She shook her head once, and then again. And then... ~AAHHHH! I'm going mad!~ She thought. "He should be upright, " the EMH continued, as if he was completely unaware of the state of being he was surrounded by , which of course, not being a telepath, nor programmed with human intuition probably was not aware of it. "In just a few minutes. As to the circumstances that would lead the First Officer of this base to get drunk whilst on duty, they are for you to discuss with the counsellor here. However, if I may add, we all have our problems. I'm scheduled for upgrade to EMH Mark 4 next week. You might have gained a son, but I will cease to exist." With that the EMH started packing up his equipment. Tanya looked at him, the truth of what he was saying was just penetrating her mind, and she was realising that in some ways she had gained, even though it was going to be difficult, at least she hadn't lost, lost anything or worse off, herself. In a fit of emotion she went over and gave the hologram a hug. "I'm sorry." She said simply. And then she looked at everyone else in the room. "I am." She said as she made her way towards the door. (Reply FO, COUNS, ACOUNS, EMH, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - FO's Office - EMH - 14.17) The FO stirred and the EMH glanced over at the "crazy" woman to see if she was going to say anything else. If anything she looked more distressed than before and the EMH wondered if she would indeed need medical, rather than psychological, help. Certainly a sedative wouldn't go astray! "I'm sorry." She said simply. And then she looked at everyone else in the room. "I am." She said as she made her way towards the door. "I don't think you should leave just yet, Ms...." the EMH said in an uncharacteristic show of empathy. "I think I should examine you and a discussion with the counsellor would also be helpful. Please take a seat again." The EMH turned away from her, not waiting to see if she did as she was told. He ran his medical probe over the FO who was groaning softly. The ethanol in his blood had been neutralised and the toxin levels in his blood and liver were returning to normal. "Commander Lee, how are you feeling now?" (Reply Lee, Tanya, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre – SFICO Lt(SG) Dario Marsland – 1430) Dario looked up as his new agents entered the room and sat themselves in front of him. “Welcome back, I hope you found all you needed to. Our quarters aren't exactly spacious but they do the job.” Dario then went on to explain the extraordinary events that he and the crew of Utpoia Planitia had been through over the last few months. Their time travel and subsequent integration back into Starfleet had been public knowledge and neither O’Connor or Dupree seemed surprised by anything he told them, what he failed to mention was his own experience and difficult acceptance of his Borg assimilation in his old timeline. With not much else to inform O’Connor and Dupree, Dario dismissed them with orders to take a good look around Starbase Valhalla for the rest of the afternoon. Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Centre, Lieutenant Marsland's Office, SPC Fiona O'Connor, 14.30) Fiona had spent the time looking at her surroundings and unpacking her few belongings in what seemed her quarters. She took a look around the corridor that she was in, it seemed to be the same one as before. She carried the PADD concealed on her person, too valuable a thing to be left unattended at any time. Pressing the enunciator to Lieutenant Marsland's office, she waited for his summons. (Reply Marsland, Dupree, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, assistant counselor's office, Kahila Lono, 1659) Kahila Lono looked up from her computer as the man entered her office. His greeting was amiable. She immediately, intuitively, liked him. Also, immediately, she noticed his staff. She smiled. There was no use ignoring it. She stood and gestured to the two chairs placed near her desk. She said, "I see you're prepared for any eventuality," her eyes moving toward the staff. (reply Orde) I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Orde. Now please tell me, how do you prefer to be addressed? There are some aspects of Starfleet protocol that I have trouble keeping straight." (reply Orde) Sitting down across from him, Kahila asked, "Would you like to tell me the reason you made a counseling appointment?" (reply Orde) (posted by Josephine Goodman) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla: Assistant Counselor's office - TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 1659) Kahlia said, "I see you're prepared for any eventuality," "It's a wonderful thing to lean on." Pierce said as he unclipped his staff from his waist and expanded it. "Of course, the phaser and spearpoint in the ends tend to come in handy as well." I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Orde. Now please tell me, how do you prefer to be addressed? There are some aspects of Starfleet protocol that I have trouble keeping straight." "Just call me Pierce if you want to be informal. If you want to be formal, Lieutenant Orde or sir will do." Pierce said as he took his seat. "If you want to be really informal, call me 'Horatio', my middle name. However, in your office, you can call me whatever you wish." Sitting down across from him, Kahila asked, "Would you like to tell me the reason you made a counseling appointment?" ~Here it goes.~ "During my retraining time, I became aware of a few things. I felt that I should talk to a counselor about them. It's mostly good news." (reply Kahlia,iyw) "In my 'home' universe, my parents died when I was young. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that they were alive and well in this timeline." (Reply Kahlia,iyw) "I would contact them, but then I ran into the second bit of news. If you looked up my file, you should find two under the name Pierce Orde. One is me, the Lieutenant junior grade. The other is the late captain of the USS Galadriel, an Ambassador-class starship." (Reply Kahlia,iyw) "Three months before the timeline merge happened, the native Pierce in this universe died saving the lives of others aboard the USS Galadriel. I spoke with his ex-FO, and recieved the full details." (reply Kahlia) Pierce launched into a short recounting of his talk with Captain Janice Wuher. When he was finished, he blinked twice. NRPG: I'll send you the posts Josephine RPG: "So, you're the counselor. What do you think about all this?" (Reply Kahlia) (Posted by Joseph Lenox) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, Audrey, Cargo Bay One - 17.00) It had arrived somewhere new and it had been a few days since it last meal, looking around the storage area, it could see nothing promising, it was just have to wait and see who popped by, but it did manage to get another glimpse of itself, a nice pink flower had emerged, quite pretty the plant thought. (Starbase Valhalla, Audrey, Cargo Bay One - 18.15) "I wonder where Dave and Ted are, it's not like she was that hard to find...." "Ah, hello there Bob.", said Audrey, unwrapping its large roots from its latest victims. "Dave and Ted regret they can't be here to help you, tonight, Bob.", it said, dragging the apprentice props master towards its larger mouth. "Yum-yum.", it said, munching bits of Bob down in large swallowing actions until he was all gone. Tingling all over, the man-eating plant grew just a touch, an extra flower here, some more leaves there. It was long before someone else came in. this time, the person dragged the plant into the next room, Audrey let it, it was sick of this dark room and it wanted to see some more of where it was. (Starbase Valhalla, Stage, Audrey - 18.30) Lots of new people out here, some lights, bright but Audrey was put into a corner and sprayed with water. ~ Hey, this is alright, I like all this attention ~ (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - Main Engineering - Lt Michelle Roberts - 18.15) The woman across from him looked at him, quite quizzically in fact, and clapped her hands together. "You bear an awful lot of resemblances to another officer I happen to know, Lieutenant. Right down to the smart-alecky attitude and ungodly height." She snorted then continued. "Lieutenant Michelle Roberts, hereby relinquishing command to you, Lieutenant Dervin." "Thank you Lieutenant." He looked around, then said, "Status report?" Michelle kicked a panel. "I left this station brand new but in pieces after several attacks. I come back to it when its many, many years older and is in good shape but with the usual age related kinks." She clasped her hands behind her back. "We have the usual list of malfunctions, repairs and readjustments, but there are no serious problems to contend with, Sir." she said. NRPG: Well, won't that change soon *evil chuckle* (Reply: Dervin) Stardate:2406.03.04 Starbase Valhalla, Main Engineering, SPC CEO Mark Dervin, 18.15) NRPG: Sorry Gang, things got nuts this week. I'm back though and will try to do better! Kat RPG: The woman across from him looked at him, quite quizzically in fact, and clapped her hands together. "You bear an awful lot of resemblances to another officer I happen to know, Lieutenant. Right down to the smart-alecky attitude and ungodly height." She snorted then continued. "Lieutenant Michelle Roberts, hereby relinquishing command to you, Lieutenant Dervin." ~Just great, wonderful first impression... and.. she's even kinda cute.~ Mark thought as he looked at her again, ~but definitely not impressed~ he reasoned. "Thank you Lieutenant." He responded looking over the mess that was main engineering. "Status report?" He asked, trying to keep his demeanour professional. It was probably his only saving grace in this situation, he had a sneaking suspicion that this lieutenant didn't like his *father* and therefore, seemed to be transferring some of her attitude towards him onto him. ~Great first assignment~ he thought sarcastically. ~What else can happen?~ He wondered. (Reply Roberts, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, Stage, Troupe of Horrors!, 18.45) "Wow." Bill exclaimed, "That is the best built Audrey prop I've ever seen. Ted's surely outdone himself this time!" The Director surveyed the stage. The lighting seemed to accentuate the plant to the extreme and it looked absolutely fantastic. "I'm going up back to get a closer look!" Bill said to one of the stage hands. "To try and see if it's placed correctly." With that, Bill made his way up to the back of the auditorium, still there wasn't the best view, so he went up the side steps to the first balcony whereupon he stood directly in the middle of the first row and leaned over the railing his eyes focussing on the stage. "Stage hand!" he called in his loudest directors voice. "STAGE HAND TO THE FRONT!" He bellowed. Immediately a young apprentice-type person appeared all dressed in black, wearing a headset that he was no doubt using to communicate with other members of his stage team. "Yes SIR?" The stage hand called up to the first balcony where he saw Bill leaning over the top railing, his gaze focussed intently on the stage infront of him. "That plant, the Audrey.. she's off centre. You need to move her.. um.. well... I think about a half metre, no maybe a full one to stage right." Bill called down to the stagehand that was on the lower level. The stagehand dressed in black nodded his head. "Alright, got it... two secs..." he said as he springly hopped up on the stage platform. Bill was intent on watching him move the plant, but then something caught his eye, a light, shining directly on him? He turned his back on the stage and called up to the man in the lighting booth, "I think that spot's too low, if it's lighting me, then it'll light the people's heads sitting here, and cast shadows, that's something we definitely don't want." "Alright.." The lighting director called back. Bill turned again to see if the stagehand had completed the task, but he was gone, and the plant was still off centre. "STAGEHAND!" Bill bellowed through the auditorium, the acoustics of the place picked up on his authoritative voice and echoed it throughout its walls. No answer. Muttering something about how if you want anything done, you have to do it yourself, Bill stomped down the ladder and then climbed upon the stage. When he arrived there, he noticed a red puddle right infront of where Audrey was placed. "That's odd... " he remarked, "I swear it wasn't there before, and to my knowledge, props wasn't...." his voice trailed off.... (Reply Root?, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre – 2250) All hell broke loose as klaxon began to sound and alert lights flushed their ominous red. Those SFI members lucky enough to be sleeping flew from their beds as one and within moments the Command Centre was abuzz with activity. “Report!” called Dario as he entered the room, somewhat bleary-eyed. O’ Connor and Dupree entered a few strides behind him. “Someone’s flown a freighter, laden with explosives by the look of things, full-on into Dock 6!” answered a somewhat elderly officer from his console. “On screen!” cried Dario as he chanced a look at Dupree and O’Connor. Both of them mirrored the expression on Dario’s face, pure shock. The viewscreen blinked into life to expose the gathered SFI crew to the horror that was unfolding. A massive shockwave was only just dissipating and the resulting destruction made Dario’s knees buckle slightly. Long moments passed as Dario, O’Connor, and Dupree simply stood staring at the viewscreen barely able to comprehend what they were seeing. Numerous crew were busy at their stations, compiling as much data as possible on the attack for future reference and analysis. “O’Connor, Dupree…. meeting in my office at 0930 tomorrow morning. Collect as much information as you can from here and analyse it. I, as well as the entire Federation, need some answers,” stated Dario as he retreated to his office to contact SFIHQ. It was going to be a long night. Stardate:2406.03.04 (Valhalla - Engineering, Office - Lt Michelle Roberts - 2253) The dreams were good, that much could be said. After nearly a day on duty, Michelle had chosen to lock herself in her office and catch an hour long power nap. The computer had buzzed once, but she had ignored it to grab a couple more hours. The dreams may have been good, but the Red Alert that woke her was worse. She stumbled out of her office as the station shook, "What the HELL is going on ?" "We have been rammed, sir! We have problems popping up everywhere!" She tapped her badge en-route to the main Situation Monitor. "CEO to engineering, All engineering teams to emergency stations!" NRPG: She has been asleep, if Dervin is there she doesn't know it ;o) RPG: She looked at the monitor. Plasma conduits were bursting everywhere, harmonic discrepancies were also showing up everywhere as result of the sudden hit. One of the docking bays, apparently the target as all sensor info was off in that section, was completely sealed off by emergency forcefields and they were venting plasma from several places in the area. "Seal off all engineering sections to Docking Bay 6! Teams Gamma through Delta to the Docking bays, stabilize that area before we bleed to death!" She grabbed a seat, then rolled to another situational monitor. "Engineering to Ops, what the hell is going on and do we need to expect more? We have problems down here!" (reply Ops, CEO, any) (posted by Trout) Stardate:2406.03.04 Mission: Stand the Line, Day 1 Stardate: 2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm: Main Engineering - TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 2312) Pierce watched Tanya nod. ~Great. Now she probably thinks less of me because I build and design weapons. To me, they're like another piece of complicated hardware.~ "Ok, I'll take the phaser grid, and you can take the flux cannon. I'm better at dealing with power transfers than actual complex apparatus anyway ." She reasoned. "Understood. If you need me, I'll be on Deck 1 or in the crawlspaces below Deck 4" NRPG: The access to the flux cannons are mostly on Deck 1. The bridge is on Deck 2 for safety's sake. Engineering, Deck 3/4. Crawlspaces below deck 4 are the direct accesses for the lower flux cannon. RPG: Pierce stopped for a moment to copy the flux cannon specifications onto a PADD, then uplink it onto his eyepiece viewer. He noticed the theorist behind the containment field & phase cloaker. "My parents helped with the design of this. Who knew?" he said aloud. (Reply Tanya iyw) NRPG: I'm pretty sure Tanya would be familiar with the names of Pierce's parents - Maria and George Orde. They were/are proficient warp propulsion engineers, responsible for several advances in warp drive. RPG: Pierce walked up to Deck 1, studying the information all the way. (reply Tanya,any) (Posted by Lenox) Stardate:2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm, Main Engineering, WTO Tanya Leigh Dervin, 23.15) Orde stood a moment with a PADD and muttered amazement; "My parents helped with the design of this. Who knew?" Tanya looked back at him, "Yes, this universe is indeed proving to have many interesting effects." She reasoned. With that Orde began to head to the location of the flux cannon maintenance operation. Tanya knew that in order for all these repairs to proceed as planned and actually be successful, she was going to have to make some severe alterations to the power grid, rerouting the way that it distributed things. The junction was in tube X-15, her *least* favourite place on the ship. She grumbled as she grabbed her engineering kit, slogging through Jeffries tubes, what a way to go. She grumbled to herself. Again, she was being reminded of the many reasons that she was a theoretical engineer, that meant: No Jeffries tubes. Stardate:2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm: Deck 1: Flux Cannon Control - Pierce Orde - 2320) Pierce Horatio Orde stood at a console, slowly bringing the backup containment system on-line. Stepping away, he considered what to do next. ~Okay, now to the Jefferies tubes. The final power flow disconnections are made there.~ Stardate:2406.03.04 Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 23.30) Rain thought of her bed and sighed. She had performed 18 surgeries since 1400 hours and would not leave sickbay until all patients were stable. Around her, the tireless medical team continued to work and she was impressed at their stamina. The fact that the station had been rammed by a freighter hadn't slowed them down one bit. They had felt a slight shudder run through their level and the red alert klaxons had sounded. Rain held felt a slight pause in movement before everyone continued on with their jobs. The main centre of sickbay was now largely clear with most of the patients having been moved to recovery areas. An alert klaxon sounded and the speaker announced "Medical Emergency to transporter room two!" Before Rain could grab a medical kit, Lt Cambridge was heading for the door with his kit. "I need a burn crew and any able bodied medical officers to transporter room two...NOW!" Rain grabbed the medical kit and took off after him. Another announcement came through. "All emergency teams to the Firestorm, bring her under control and report all casualties!" "I'll go." She said to the CMO and made a detour to the adjacent transporter room. She requested a medical response team to meet her on the Firestorm. "Engage" she said as soon as she stood on the platform. Stardate:2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm: Jefferies Tube V-9 - Pierce Orde - 2340) ~This ship is not in a good mood.~ Pierce thought as he wriggled through what must be undersized Jefferies tubes. ~This is why I'm a weapons engineer - no Jefferies tubes. I feel like an ant.~ He crawled through the ship - sorely wishing for kneepads - until he found the bulkhead he was looking for. ~The manual shutoff for the lower flux cannons.~ He had just removed the panel's cover - placing it off to the side - when the ship lurched, throwing him against the side of the tube, and the panel cover into him - opening a gash in his forehead. The blow to the back of his head, combined with the hit to the front, knocked him unconscious. Stardate:2406.03.04 (Valhalla - Verano Medical Center - CMO Cambridge- 23.40) Cambridge had been busy like no other. And now, he was getting into some of the paperwork. It paid to have an Assitant Chief, but it also paid to have a assitant to handle everything that needed filling out and working on. So far, no one had volunteered to take the position and Maxwell had a good feeling no one wanted it. Mounds of information to sort through, file and confirm? That was as unpleasent as the sickbay was right now. Quickly he ran his hands over the PADD, and accessed the medical files of those under his care. There was only a few problems and it seemed as though Rain Anderson was handling them with ease. Consdering they had been rammed deep by a freighter, it was all just one big party at this point. Standing, Cambridge made to go out to the Verano Sickbay when a communcations picked up a harried voice. "DERVIN TO VALHALLA, EMERGENCY BEAM OUT NOW!!!" Cambridge quickly grabbed a random PADD and began to move. Checking her location, her found her on the Firestorm. The ship that suddnely exploded with fire a few moments later. ~Oh....shit!~ "Medical Emergency to transporter room two!" Cambridge took off running and began shouting orders over the din. "I need a burn crew and any able bodied medical officers to transporter room two...NOW!" Out the door he ran and as he did he recieved another call. This one worse then before. "All emergency teams to the Firestorm, bring her under control and report all casualties!" And at that, the CMO knew there wouldn't be much rest in his future. He continued until he reached transporter room two and spotted the body on the floor. A body that seemed to be still alive. "Quick, on the biobed! Get me pain suppresents and cold compressents." The officers slowly and carefully placed her on to the biobed. Burns were all over the body of what Cambridge could see was Dervin, but it was still hard to tell. The bio bed began to move quickly out the door, Mac at the side and already ordering treatment. "Get her into the burn unit. Prep sickbay with a closed off area to treat her. I need grafts on her skin and emergency healing devices ready. She's burned badly, but I think we can hold her and stablize her..." On that note a small a alarm began to ring on the biobed. She was going...and fast." "Get her jumped! Get liquids into her...now! Stablize her heart if you can!" At that moment, they entered Sickbay and Cambridge quickly move them into the room. She was quickly put under an intensive care unit and Cambridge stepped back for but a moment. "She's losing blood...and FAST!" And it was then that Cambridge stepped back in again. "Get compresses on her body...hold that blood and skin there!" Her skin lay in all forms on her and it nearly made several of the younger officers sick. For Cambridge, this was small time. This was something he had seen over and over. He could handle this. Officer moved effieciently, a showing of thier training. But some were having trouble, having never seen anything like thie before. "She's waking up Chief!" The eyes of the officer opened wide and a scream pierced through medical that woke nearly the entire department. Cambridge handed his tool the Jonathon Stone and went to the woman's side. "Dervin, I need to to hear me...can you hear me?" Cambridge nodded to the officer holding the pain medicine. He injected it quickly as the other officers worked to deal with the dead skin falling off the officer. "Your alive...ok...your alive. And you look better then ever..." Stardate:2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm, Jeffries Tube section X-15, WTO Tanya Leigh Dervin, 23.40) Tanya finally arrived. She keyed in the access code that she'd been given by the temp commission agency, half expecting it to say that her access was denied and that she was going to have to crawl all the way out. Her knees were already sore from the journey she'd made in the Jeffries tubes. But to her surprise, the doors parted to yield a small section place the core of all the power grid conduits that she was going to have to access. As well as a major relay station for several other circulation systems in the ship, both enviornmental and to deal with waste management. It was, in essence a hub. Tanya moaned as she squished herself into the small space that was alotted to her. She laid on her back and searched the contents of her toolkit. ~aha!~ she thought as she got out one of the flow regulators. She was beginning to move some conduit material aside so that she could access the powergrid lines when she placed some of what she thought was extra tubing for an enviornmental system on the ground. She shifted her weight, and the engineering kit went sliding full force into the conduit that she'd laid on the ground. But Tanya'd managed to reach the powergrid access she had just keyed in the code to release the containment field surroudning it. She heard a hissing, looking down, she noticed that her engineering kit had pentrated what she had previously thought was extra tubing and a gas was escaping... she looked up at the power grid, it seemed to be goign unstable, and was about to spark, in a milisecond, her eyes caught the labelling on the tubing, hydrogen. Tanya pressed her communciator frantically. "DERVIN TO VALHALLA, EMERGENCY BEAM OUT NOW!!!" She practically screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched in a very slow motion horrific state as the spark emerged from the formerly contained power grid access pannel and contacted with the hydrogen gas. Tanya felt funny, there was a blue haze starting to form around her, which was secondary only to the red haze that was engulfing her. ~THE PAIN!~ Tanya thought, there was wetness emerging from somewhere as well.. She started to shriek at the top of her lungs. As a charred Dervin appeared in transporter room two of Valhalla. "Medical Emergency to transporter room two!" The Transporter chief stated as he saw the woman he'd beamed out cough a couple times and have her cheast heave following transport. She was charred and her hair singed. She coughed some more. (Reply Medical) NRPG: The explosion took out several decks of Jeffries tubes and surrounding materials as well as completely destroyed the powergrid. Have fun :D RPG: (Reply Medical, any on Firestorm, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) Stardate:2406.03.04 (Valhalla - Operations Center - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 23.45) Rich rubbed his eyes as he looked at the report he was making yet again, this was one of those disadvantages to being second in command of a place like Utopia, the working hours truly sucked. If nothing else, right now he felt like he wanted to get about twenty hours of sleep, but an hour power nap would even help. He pulled at the headset on his head, putting the mic back to his lips. "In conclusion, I recommend setting the station to yellow alert until the perpetrators can be tracked down and found, along with placing segments of the 1st fleet at standing yellow and moving those selected portions to outer Mars orbit to forestall the possibility that more rouge vessels will arrive to complete the mission that the first..." All around him, with no warning at all, the Operations Center went to Red Alert. Rich tossed the PADD to the side and turned in to the command console. "Report!" he bellowed. All thoughts of exhaustion forgotten, he pushed buttons on the console and brought up the source of the Red Alert. At the same time as he got external sensors up, someone from Operations called out "The Firestorm is swinging out of control!" The vision he saw was the ship, its power down, slowly turning from it's station-keeping position. He cursed, "Admiral Jopek to Operations." he said, then followed it with "Stand by to beam over the ready-alert engineering, medical and security teams." (reply Any) A few moments later, the emergency power came online in the Firestorm. Rich tapped a couple buttons, "All emergency teams to the Firestorm, bring her under control and report all casualties!" He pushed another button, "Valhalla to Firestorm, report!" NRPG: He will find out about Dervin here in a bit >:O) (reply: Orde, Medical, Tactical, engineering, any) (posted by Trout) Stardate:2406.03.04 (USS Firestorm - corridor - ACMO Rain Anderson - 23.50) Rain had rushed through the ship, dodging sparking consoles and fallen bulkheads to make it to the bridge. She was getting very few lifesigns and she hoped the ships internal sensors would be able to identify the injured. Suddenly her feet parted with the deck and she floated upwards. It was only a hastily thrown arm that prevented her from colliding with the ceiling. The tricorder flew from her grasp. ~Oh great. No gravity plating~ She groped her way along the corridor, retrieved the medical tricorder she had dropped as it floated past, and tried not to vomit. "Anderson to medical teams. Locate and treat and transport. You also might want to locate a pair of gravity boots. Stardate:2406.03.04 (Starbase Valhalla - Main Ops, Command Center - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 23.56) "Commander, if you have to, relay beam those emergency teams over there, I want to give them all the support I can, and whatever is in range, beam out the wounded and get them down to Mars. Also, get some tugs over there, and bring the ship back to a docking bay." "Yes Sir," he said as he waited for a report from the Firestorm. After a few other moments, the line hissed with static. =^=Lieutenant Botson reporting Sir. Propulsion, Tactical and Defensive systems are offline. Life support is operating on emergency power, I don't know for how long. Gravity is out and Emergency power is down to 50%. We lost several of our emergency generators, Sir.=^= "Location of Lt Orde?" =^=Sir, internal communications are also out, he was last reported in a Jefferies Tube. We have someone looking for him!=^= "Very well, get him online as soon as possible and get me a full report Lieutenant, Valhalla out." He was standing this time, and as soon as the channel cut he leaned against the console. With his eyes closed, he took a couple breaths, then cursed and slammed his fist down onto the console. "D*MN!" he growled. The medical, engineering and Tactical teams were already on the Firestorm, with luck they would be able to get her back under full emergency power. He flicked a couple buttons, "Conn, get a couple tugs to the Firestorm and stabilize her path." (reply Conn) "As soon as possible, I want a damage and casualty report Commander." Lee turned to face Jopek, "Absolutely, Sir." he said, with as much control as he could. He turned back to the Situation screen on the command console and put a hand to his mic. "All departments, We are staying at Red Alert until this situation has been cleared. All Tactical teams to full alert and launch all fighters into a defensive perimeter around the station and instillations.." (reply any, if desired) He sat back down, and tapped on the board. Given five minutes he would start to get the first full damage and casualty reports. He didn't look forward to those. (reply Any mentioned, any, all) (posted by Trout) Stardate:2406.03.05 (USS Firestorm: Jefferies Tube V-9 - Pierce Orde - 0002) ~Awww... I feel like...~ Pierce began to think, then training took over. "What the hell was that?!?" he exclaimed. He slapped his commbadge. "Orde to Firestorm bridge! What was that?!?" No reply. ~Damn.~ "Orde to Ms. Dervin? What happened? Orde to anyone who can hear me." NRPG: I believe that Rain will find it fitting when she hears that Pierce was injured when working on a weapon. Anyone can answer RPG: (Reply Any) (Posted by Lenox) Stardate:2406.03.05 (USS Firestorm - Bridge - ACMO Anderson - 0003) Rain managed to locate some gravity boots and was now clumsily clomping her way around the bridge to the internal sensors. The bridge was largely deserted and the bridge was in disarray. She heard a noise and turned as quickly as she could. A dishevelled crewman crawled from under a console. "Who's in charge? I'm ACMO Anderson looking for injured to treat." (Reply anyone in charge of the bridge on the Firestorm, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) Stardate:2406.03.05 (Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office, Admiral Jopek - 0900) "Enter" sounded from within, and the door swished open. Ralth stepped inside, coming to attention before the admirals table. "Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir reporting to duty from medical leave of absence, sir!", said the Caitian at the door whom Jopek recognised. "Welcome back, Ensign - we missed you at the last meeting, let me bring you up to speed. At ease Ensign, take a seat.", said Jopek closing down his computer terminal. "In about two weeks, we're getting a new fighter wing assigned here at Utopia Planitia. I want you to prepare for their arrival, the fighters themselves are on the way, and they should be here tomorrow.", said the Admiral, passing the officer a PADD containing the details. "Coordinate with Captain Rulestaad to setup and operate a Fighter Wing here, although the pilots are assigned to us, I want you to ask for and train current senior officers to fly the Mako Fighter, we could use the backup crew." NRPG: For the information on this class of fighter: http://www.sfintel.com/makoai.html RPG "Find, build and then populate the new Flight Squadron base and hangar. They don't have a name yet, see if you can think one up for them. If you need any help, let me or Captain Rulestaad, understood Ensign?", said Jopek. (Reply or questions or anything else from Ralth) "Very good Ensign, dismissed.", said the Admiral, returning to his work. (Reply from Ralth, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) Stardate:2406.03.05 Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office - Admiral Jopek - 0900) Ralth lowered his hand from touching the enunciator for the third time. He growled under his breath, trying hard to muster up the courage to enter. It was time, though. ~Ah, I cannot not do this, not now. I won't fail them!~ With a firm hand, he pressed the enunciator. "Enter" sounded from within, and the door swished open. Ralth stepped inside, coming to attention before the admirals table. "Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir rreporting to duty frrom medical leave of absence, sir!" (Reply Jopek) (Posted by Mikko Kari) Stardate:2406.03.05 (Starbase Valhalla, Operations, Captain Remae Ktell - 09.10) "Can you give me full magnification along her hull? I am looking for a sigh or symbol of some kind." Remae was talking to the First Officer about what his brother had told him about this group called 'The Final Way'. "Computer, scan all frames of the intruders hull for obvious marks or insignia.", said Commander Lee. Each of the images scanned back and forward for a few moments, then each paused on what was the 'clearest' picture of the main insignia on all the vessels. Rich cocked his head to the side as he looked at it. "Sir?" he said by way of question. "Commander, I think you'd better contact Starfleet Intelligence for all they have on a group called 'The Final Way'." Rich frowned, and turned to the Captain who appeared to be studying the pictures. "Sir, might I ask where you got that name." He jerked his head to the screen, "And how you knew to look for something like that?" "Let's just call it a hunch for now!", said Remae, covering again for his brother. Lee turned back to his console, and considered for several moments. "Ops, get me a channel to Starfleet Intelligence, tell me when you have it." He leaned back in his chair and replaced the headset. A few moments later, his earpiece buzzed. "Starfleet Intelligence on the line, Sir." Lee turned to face the monitor, and was faced in return with far more pips then he had. =^=Yes, Commander?=^= "I need all the information you have on a group known as 'The Final Way.'" "One of our officers believes this to be of some importance." While they waited for a reply from the officer on the screen, Remae started wondering how far he would go if his brother was right. (Reply from SFI, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) Stardate:2406.03.05 (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre – 0930) Dario’s red eyes stared hard at the PADD infront of him, yet another message from SFIHQ had reached him and although this one was fairly brief it did contain one important piece of information. From the material analysed by both SFIHQ and Dario over the past ten hours it would appear that a little-known group called ‘The Final Way’ was responsible for the atrocity at Docking Bay 6. An alarm bell sounded in the back of Dario’s cloudy mind as he read that name. ~ The Final Way? The Final… REMAE!!!~ The door chime sounded and Dario called out without much energy. The door slid open to permit Dupree and O’Connor to enter the room, both looking a little worse for wear. “Morning Ensigns, I won’t use the word good for obvious reasons. What have you to report?” enquired Dario as he ushered them both to a seat with a wave of his arm. (Replies Dupree and O’Connor) “Excellent work” replied Dario. “Between myself and SFIHQ we’ve managed to find ourselves some suspects. A secretive and colourful group known as The Final Way would appear to be responsible, and here’s the sticky part, last I hear Captain Remae Ktell’s brother was pretty high-up in this organization. Both Admiral Jopek and Captain Remae have requested SFI’s assistance with their investigation so the good news is we get to leave our little hiding hole for a little while, but not before some of your excellent disguise skills change our appearance.” (1145 hours) Dario took one final look at the aged face in the mirror before turning to his colleagues and complimenting them on their skills. “Amazing work ladies, I never thought I’d look this good when I was 55.” After completing their own transformations, O’Connor was now Bajoran and Dupree a mid-30’s human female, the two of them had aged Dario some 23 years and given him different eye and hair colourings to disguise his true self. “Okay, ranks remain as they are but remember above all else our centre here MUST remain secret. We’re three agents assigned directly from SFIHQ until I let you know otherwise, understood?” (Replies Dupree and O’Connor) “Good, now ladies, shall we go introduce ourselves to Admiral Jopek?” “Aye sir!” called the Ensigns in unison as they turned and made for the turbolift. Stardate:2406.03.05 (Starbase Valhalla, Admiral Jopek’s office – 1200 hours) The three SFI Agents stood before the CO of Utopia as Dario introduced them. “Admiral Jopek, allow me introduce Ensign Nelon (NRPG: That’s O’Connor) and Ensign Bonn (NRPG: That’s Dupree), I’m Lieutenant Davis. SFIHQ has assigned us here to assist you in the investigation of the attack on this facility.” Stardate:2406.03.05 (Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office, Admiral Jopek - 12.00) "Admiral Jopek, allow me introduce Ensign Nelon, and Ensign Bonn, I'm Lieutenant Davis. SFIHQ has assigned us here to assist you in the investigation of the attack on this facility." "Welcome aboard and we appreciate your coming out here; our conversation with SFI on Earth was less than informative. Captain Remae and Commander Lee have brought me up to speed on what they have found out.", said Jopek nodding at the two men in the room, "If this 'Final Way' group is intent on waging a terrorist war, I need to know as soon as possible. Commander Lee and Captain Remae are at your disposal. Unless there are any questions, I am eager for you to begin your investigation." NRPG: Questions? RPG: "Dismissed then.", said Jopek, finally getting back to his pile of paperwork. (Reply from Lee, Nelon (O'Connor), Bonn (Dupree), Davis (Marsland), Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) Stardate:2406.03.05 (USS Trinity, Bridge, Captain Elgerath - 12.00) In a blast of white light, the little ship appeared from the subspace river and as it did, it cloaked. "Sengar, give me a passive sensor scan.", said Elgerath, at the controls of her ship. She knew it inside and out and handled the controls as if it was an extension of her. "Scanning. target is just where the Klingons said it was, but, it's defended. We have two Federation starships bearing 275 mark 125 and 245 mark 130." "Damn, they didn't say anything about these ships. Prepare to bring us around; were no match for them." The small attack ship came around, returning the way it had come. "Sensor reports they are sweeping the area with a tachyon field, its looks like they are trying to detect our cloak, if the beam hits the hull, they'll detect us, cloaked or not.", said Elgerath, starting to feel nervous but then, the viewscreen showed something unexpected. The two Federation ships vanished, just winked out of existence. "What?", said Sengar, the Ferengi's mouth was open more than usual. "The Klingon's said they would take care of it, bring us around, decloak and lock weapons on that sensor array.", said the Captain, ordering the weapons officer to standby. "Aye Captain, weapons are ready. as soon as we decloak, we can fire.", said the Bajoran at the weapon controls. The ship rippled in space and as soon as it did, two slow moving but powerful torpedoes launched from the ships tubes and slammed into the array, blowing it into two. "Tri-cobalt devices have detonated.", said John Ktell, at the controls of the weapons. "Mission accomplished, get us back to the river, Sengar, full impulse.", said the CO and then she added, "Hail the Klingons, tell them Sector 25462 in the Beta Quadrant is now blind as far as the Federation is aware." The little ship entered the river in another flash of light; her destination. the other side of the Alpha Quadrant and their base awaited them. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) Stardate:2406.03.05 (Main Engineering - Main Power Subsystems Control Room - Lt(jg) Roberts - 1215) Michelle cursed, and pushed another couple buttons on the PADD. "Alright Delta team, get those plasma lines locked down and reroute all plasma from D-Section through the backup conduits, we just had them traced and they survived alright." The members of her combat engineering squad Blackops, also known as Engineering Team Delta, started pushing buttons and lifting control rods at various intervals. Michelle turned her attention to the jury-rigging they had just completed, then nodded briskly when everything was operational and no problems developed. Michelle blow a breath of relief, then pushed the PADD into the pocket sewn into the side of her uniform pants. She tapped her badge, "Roberts to Dervin. All power systems are locked down and stable. We lost three fusion generators in the immediate area of Bay 6, we were lucky the shielding held on Gamma-2, in fact. I will have a workbee crew recover it from the rubble once the chaos dies down. The other two scrammed immediately on impact from harmonic interference. All instabilities have been chased from both main cores, and I have teams sealing the plasma conduits that were severed in the damaged area." (reply Dervin, if desired) Michelle sat in her chair, and brought up the status of Engineering. There were problems all over engineering, but none of them were as bad as they had appeared moments after the crash. She rubbed her temples, then looked up at the grinning face of her CXE. "What." she said shortly. "Oh, you just look so incredibly happy. Good to be in combat again, is it ?" "This isn't combat, nor is it what we were trained for." she growled back as she stood. "Oooh, I see. In that case, maybe it's the new CEO that is..." Michelle turned to look at him, her face unreadable. His voice trailed off, leaving only the smile on his face. After several moments of staring, she said "If you have nothing better to do, take the team up to Docking 6 and start closing off all the bypassed conduits." "Yes, Sir!" he said. She shook her head as he rounded up the troops. "Cretin" she muttered. (reply CEO, any) (posted by Trout)