Exeter Compile 17 Dates: September 22, 2020 to September 30, 2020 Mission: The Flames of Purity, Day 15, 16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez & SPC Caity Dubois - 2302) (Flames of Retribution - Holding Cell Three –CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams- 2343) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 16 Stardate: 2445.09.16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix and CMO, Ensign SG Gabe Vesper, MD - 0359) (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells – CFO - Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0414) (USS Exeter- Personal Claimed Domain - Dog(sg) Venus - 0528) (USS Exeter- Domain of Territorial Disputes -Dog(sg) Venus - 0540) (USS Exeter- Domain of the Greta and the Ire - Dog(sg) Venus - 0544) (USS Exeter - Billy's Quarters - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 0601) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0624) (USS Exeter - Deck 8-CTO Office - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & SPC Sec.Tac. Ensign Greta Smith - 0643) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0714) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – Entity Vessel - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0715) (USS Exeter - Torpedo Room - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 0715) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – Entity Vessel - Trentin Jost – 0718) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0719) (USS Exeter-Bridge.- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 0719) (USS Exeter-Bridge - ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 0720) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0721) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine - Entity Vessel - Trentin Jost – 0723) (USS Exeter- deck 20 Security Office - Ensign Stan More -07:25) (USS Exeter -Bridge- Sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:25) (USS Exeter - Firing range - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More -07:27 ) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 0730) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0732) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0734) (USS Exeter- Bridge - sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:35) (USS Exeter-Bridge.- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 0736) (USS Exeter- Bridge - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(sg) Jaelle Foxglove - 0737) (USS Exeter- Bridge - Sec officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:38) (USS Exeter –Deck 6 Cargo bay 1 – Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vozi – 0738) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0743) (USS Exeter- Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and CIO/3O, Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -0745) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0747) (USS Exeter- Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0748) (USS Exeter- Bridge - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok& ACTO Ensign sg. Paul Sleeford-0750) (USS Exeter- Bridge - ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 0751) (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil & CSO – Dr. Fave Itel – 0758) (USS Exeter- Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0758) (USS Exeter- Cargo Bay One – Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vosi– 0759) (USS Exeter- Bridge – ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost – 0759) (USS Exeter- Bridge – aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 0800) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0801) (USS Exeter - Transporter Room 2 - ACFO Ensign SG Ronnie Winters 0801) (USS Exeter - Bridge - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford 08:02) (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells – CFO - Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0804) (USS Exeter- Transporter Room 1 – SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 0805) (USS Exeter- Shooting range – Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More – 08:05) (USS Exeter- Firing range - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 08:06 ) (USS Exeter- Cargo Bay One – Engineer – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams – 0807) (USS Exeter, Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0808) (USS Exeter- Transporter room one - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 08:10 ) (USS Exeter – Corridor – CFO Lieutenant Ire Williams - 0811) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0815) (USS Exeter –Torpedo Storage – CFO Lieutenant Ire Williams & Ensign Greta Smith - 0817) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez & SPC Caity Dubois - 2302) Walking into the bar, Erin took a deep breath. After trying to relax in the leisure area, she still felt tense. ~I suppose most of the crew do. It's the fact we can't do anything to help our crew mates that's doing it.~ she thought to herself as she sat down heavily at the bar, dropping her PADD on the bar top. Hearing the noise, Caity poked her head out from the small kitchen area and looked down the bar. Seeing the raven haired woman sat at the other end, she could sense the waves of tension, anger and upset coming from her. Watching her for a second, her mind fought to find the name and, once she had it, she walked over to her and spoke, "Lieutenant Cortez isn't it?" Erin lifted her head, "Yes, no… you are right but please, off duty. It's Erin." Caity nodded, "Okay Erin. Mind telling me what's got you in such a funk you blame my bar top for it?" She replied with a smile. "This whole situation…. The crew that have been taken… the fact that we.. I… can't do anything to help…" Caity held up a hand to stop the young woman. "Okay, stop right there. From what I understand and, well, witnessed myself, there was nothing anyone could have done." Erin tilted her head, " Witnessed? " Caity nodded, "I was with Ash…. The captain's wife, when she got taken. It's why I'm hiding in the bar right now." "Hiding? From Trip?" Erin forced back a giggle. "It wasn't your fault she got taken. I mean, come on. What could you have done to stop it?" Caity smiled softly, "You should listen to yourself sometimes. " Erin sighed, "It's a problem. A problem I have always had. Good at giving advice, bad at taking it. Probably why I am the way I am now." Leaning on the bar, Caity glanced at the Padd beside Erin and smiled, "hard worker? Doesn't like to admit when they need help or are wrong? Am I close?" Erin returned the smile and nodded, "Pretty much… I suppose I need to prove myself. That's what I feel. I still think I got this job be default." "Why's that? From what I hear, you got this job because a big cheese at Starfleet recommended you." "He did have something to do with it.. but I'm no big scientist. I'm an anthropologist. I study people. Ask me about stellar cartography or biomedical studies, no clue. People, history, some small aspects of chemistry maybe…" "I know what your issue is." Caity stated, as she headed towards the replicator near by. "Really? Please tell." As she took two large mugs of steaming hot chocolate from the replicator, Caity walked back, "You've been through something. Something that has knocked you more than you admit. You doubt yourself when you have no reason to." Erin sighed and took a mug from the young bar manager, "For someone so young, you sure can read people." Caity shrugged her shoulders, took a sip of the chocolate and smiled, "It's a gift. Does come in handy doing the job I do." "You are right though. Someone… called me out on it a little while ago. Looking back, I know now he was right. Then, I reacted, got a little confrontational. Now, I see what he was trying to say but it is hard to break habits sometimes." "Trust me, hunny. I know that more than you think. I've been around people with habits. Seen what it does to people. You are no lost cause. Not by a long shot. You have a fire in you that you just need to look after, if that makes sense." Erin nodded, "it does. I just… okay, like right at this moment, I designed something that may help with our current situation. Nothing fancy. I told the person who I gave it to not to tell anyone where the idea for this came from because…" Erin paused for a moment. Caity raised an eyebrow slightly, "hey, secrets in Starfleet…. Like Latinum in a ferengi bar. It's a given. You don't have to say anymore." Erin took another sip of her drink, "It's not that… well it is but… it's more that the idea came from that place in my head that I don't like to talk about, let alone think about. Not that I'm ashamed of anything. It's more a case of… I know people judge me for it. Because of what happened and what I did." Caity put down her drink, gently placed a hand on Erin's and said softly, "Screw them." "Excuse me?" "Screw them. Those that judge you for what happened will be the first ones to sing your praises if this idea of yours helps. They won't care where the idea came from, just that it worked. Is it going to save lives?" "Possibly. " Erin responded truthfully. "Then focus on that. Focus on the positive rather than the negative or what could happen. We can't know what is infront of us. We can only be guided by what is behind us." Erin looked at Caity, gripped her hand and nodded slightly, "You make more sense than any of the Starfleet counsellors I've seen and there's been a few." Caity laughed gently, "Being a bar manager, you see all walks of life. You get to know people. You need a good nights sleep and come at things with a clear head. Now, if you will excuse me, I should really shut up shop for the evening. You going to be okay?" Erin drained the rest of her drink, picked up her PADD and nodded, "I think so. Sleep does sound good. " "Then, without this sounding like an order, get the hell out of my pub and get to bed missy." (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie) (Flames of Retribution - Holding Cell Three –CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams- 2343) "I don't trust him, he survived in his ship long enough to lure ours into a trap, now look at us." Gabe had spoke low enough for Nix not to hear. Ire nodded and spoke back in a quietly “The skipper talked to him and he was happy with him.” (reply Vesper) “I know he’s a bit odd but he’s still our best chance of getting out of here.” (reply Vesper) “Unfortunate like he said all we can do is to wait and hope rescue or that they slip up massively.” (reply Vesper) (Reply Vesper) (Posted by Robbie) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 16 Stardate: 2445.09.16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix and CMO, Ensign SG Gabe Vesper, MD - 0359) "Ensign..." Nix grumbled, emphasizing Gabe's rank and inexperience. "Do you take our captors to be idiots?" Nix paused and stopped the Doctor before he could answer. "Rhetorical question. Do you think I'm stupid? Also a rhetorical question. Had there been a real medical emergency you'd have already told the guard. A pregnant woman who is two months along, only exhibiting morning sickness is not a medical emergency, so no, it doesn't apply here. So right now I have rank, I have the experience. You're just some baby officer still in diapers. So shut your mouth, get a hold of yourself and sit your ass down!" Gabe took the words in with each breath, if Nix had spoken more Gabe would have started hyperventilating "Baby officer?" Gabe laughed "might I remind you this is not my first posting" he said trying to sound important and regain some ground. "You want to play spy, play prison break, be the damn hero. Fine, but I will not let you go out of your way to get anyone else killed in your scheme. First off, they'd likely bring in their own medical observer to verify the symptoms. Then what happens. Then you've gotten yourself in a heap of trouble, plus the captain's wife, plus all of us here. They'll probably keep her alive, but they'll kill you." Clenching his fists Gabe could feel the vein on his neck pounding, his eyes opened wide and his glare fixed. ~at least I would have died trying~ he said nothing. "Not to mention the Exeter is tracking you. What happens if you die? Does the tracker stop? Do you know? Too risky. So the best thing we can do is hang tight and wait for them to catch up. Patience is a virtue. But no, you want to be the damn hero. You've had almost no sleep, you're running on pure adrenaline, and you think that all of this is a game, like some spy holo program. You keep spouting regulations to me. Like I’m some idiot. But damnit kid, I’ve been in this situation before, many times. All it takes is one wrong move, and everyone gets killed. But you know who doesn’t die, the one whose mistake cost everyone their lives. No you get to live with the damn guilt for the rest of your godforsaken live, doing whatever you can to make up for it. So sit your ass down and go the hell to sleep!” "Regulations state we try, we have to try." Gabe felt the emotions bubbling up and surging through his face "You're in this, you have to be why else would we all be here, how else would they have known to do what they did. You're part of it, you have to be! You just want to sit, you've not checked what everyone else wants, you're undermining us, you're…." The room started spinning and Gabe felt his head almost exploded the blood rushed everywhere other than where it was needed. "You're... you're" the room went black as Gabe felt himself float. Nix slapped Gabe across the face as hard as he could, hoping to jarr the officer back to some sense of lucidity. “Snap out of it. You’ve got a touch of cabin fever. You’re not thinking straight.” The slap stung just enough to pull Gabe from his dizziness, he zoned in just as Nix delivered another. “I haven’t just been sitting here. I’ve been taking caffeine pills every hour on the hour. I haven’t slept, I’ve been watching shift changes, guard movements. Eavesdropping on everything. Every conversation I could possibly listen to. And do you know what I gathered?” Lowering himself to the crib Gabe pinched his nose hard enough to get the blood to his brain "no doubt you're about to tell me" “The guards are trigger happy, they’re spooked. They saw what the Exeter did to the Sabers and they know its coming for them. So they are jumpy and they won’t hesitate to shoot. And those are disruptors, one blast from those, you disintegrate. No doctor will be able to heal that. Second, your comrades are scared. Many of them are between the ages of 18 and 24, new to this. They’d be absolutely useless in a fight. So yeah maybe regulations say try and escape. Well $%@& regulations. If regulations is going to get these kids killed, than to hell with them.” "Don't undermine my abilities as a physician" Gabe slurred as his head came back to normality, half joking half serious. “You know what your problem is, right now, you’re scared, and you’re selfish. I’ve seen types like you. You only care about yourself and your own needs. So stop being a prick, and think.” "That is where you're wrong, Nix, I'm not scared, I'm not selfish, I'm claustrophobic." Gabes words still slurred as his breathing returned to normal "And if it's alright with you, sir, I need some water and some space to regain what little dignity I have left. If you could be so kind as to call a guard, this physician needs to heal himself." “I swear to the prophets kids, if you try anything stupid I will knock you out myself.” "It appears I wouldn't know how, even if I wanted to." Gabe shifted and lay down opening the top of his uniform. Nix called over the guard and in moments had a bottle of water procured for the doctor. With his back turned to Gabe before giving the water to him, he snuck a sleeping aid into the water and watched it dissolved. Hopefully some rest would calm him down. “Here you go junior. This should give you some sense of normalcy.” Thankful for the water Gabe glared at Nix, simply nodding and grunting. He took several large glugs, shortly he felt the tiredness setting over him. Laying back Gabe allowed his eyes to close the fight drained from him. Nix waited until Gabe was asleep and turned to Ire. “That should help him calm his ass down. If he’s asleep, he aint thinking about doing anything dome, and he can finally get some rest.” (Reply Ire) Nix pulled into his pocket and pulled out to containers. “I keep a box of bills on me, just in case. This box has caffeine pills and sleeping aids. Thats what I drugged the kid with. The other box, is my emergency stash of lollipops.” Nix took one out of the box, like flavored, undid the wrapper, and placed it in his mouth. “Much better.” (reply Ire) “I don’t care what he says, he may be claustrophobic, but he’s still a massive….well you know.” (reply Ire) (reply Ire) (posted by Will and Mat H) (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells – CFO - Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0414) “That should help him calm his ass down. If he’s asleep, he aint thinking about doing anything dome, and he can finally get some rest.” “Yes Sir.” He nodded and looked at the sleeping form of Vesper. He was glad that he was resting and not trying to escape but drugging Gabe did not feel right to him. He watched as Nix pulled out two containers from his pocket. “I keep a box of bills on me, just in case. This box has caffeine pills and sleeping aids. Thats what I drugged the kid with. The other box, is my emergency stash of lollipops.” As he watched Nix took one out of the box, undid the wrapper and placed it in his mouth. “Much better.” He give Nix a quizzical look before nodding. “”You think there is some merit in what he as saying about getting to “I don’t care what he says, he may be claustraophic, but he’s still a massive….well you know.” “That might be true.” He did not want to speak badly of his shipmate to the relatively unknown officer. “I hope you have something to wake him back up in a hurry if it all goes sideways or we are having to carry him out.” (Reply Nix) He nodded. “Just preparing for any eventuality.” (Reply Nix) (Reply Nix) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter- Personal Claimed Domain - Dog(sg) Venus - 0528) ~ They sleep ,they rest.~ Venus looked at her pointed eared servants. They were resting after a long day of caring for the needs of her. She looked around the domain, searching for her ball. ~ Round , jumpy, fun~Venus had been trying to find the balls weakness spending hours on end chewing on it . Sometimes she just glared at it. Trying to find a way to discover what was inside. Her attempts at exploiting a weakness were futile it seemed. Suddenly she heard a noise, it was him. It he was awake and talking to himself , she could hear the dark haired one talking in the office. The one room she allowed them to have in peace. Their sanctuary...for now. After a few moments he appeared. ~ Take me for a walk now , I need it ,I demand it. "Yhhau daeftan" the inferior being said to her . ~ Yes yes what do you want ~ " Let's go see your aunt Greta, we can stop and relieve your bowels at the appropriate place along the way. " Venus tilted her head. ~ What? Greta!!! She's one of my favorites. ~ Bring me to her at once ~ Venus thought with a commanding bark and followed him out the door. (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter- Domain of Territorial Disputes -Dog(sg) Venus - 0540) ~ We have arrived. ~ Venus thought as she sniffed the area. It was lush and green. An area constructed just for them. By the ones who served them. Venus ran to her claimed region of the area. She sniffed and began growling ~ He's been here. ~ She looked around for her nemesis. He was nowhere to be found. Yet his scent lingered. She did her business once again reclaiming her territory and ran back to her inferior being. ~ Lead me to the Greta .~ (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter- Domain of the Greta and the Ire - Dog(sg) Venus - 0544) ~ Yes! It's you. ~Venus ran in. ~ Love me !!!~ she thought as she rubbed her head against the Greta “Hey there little monkey. You being good for your dad?” ~ I don't know what you said. But I love it ~ " She missed you " The Lathuel said. ~ Whatever , where's the Ire~ venus sniffed around she could smell him ,but he wasn't there. She paced around in circles and laid down. ~ The Ire better come out soon ~ ( reply none needed.) ( posted by Rob Davis- ( Venus) (USS Exeter - Billy's Quarters - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 0601) Slowly she became aware a slow coming to the light of a new day. She could feel the softness of the sheets... wait sheets. She lifted her head off the fluffy yet firm pillow she had been laying on as her hands sunk into the firm material of the bed she found herself. 'Wait now when did....' she thought quickly over the vague memories from when she slept. A soft caress, a hand sliding her hair out of her face. She smiled as she slid out of Billy's bed. Wasting no time she set his room to right before exiting to the main living area. The couch where she originally fell asleep was still warm. 'He must of just left... I hope he's okay.' The thought passed over her a realization on lucky Jaelle was to have him in her life. With quickness and do diligence she folded the blankets she borrowed and placed them on the couch. Billy had shown her a nicity by moving her sleeping form to his bed giving up his comfort for her. Jaelle could do nothing less than to make sure that her mess was cleaned and all was left to right. Once her task completed she left Billy's quarters for her own. It was time to start the day and a fire burned with in her. (Reply none) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0624) Sitting in her office, Erin drew a deep breath. After talking with the bar manager the night before, she had managed to sleep a little but had found herself awake early in the morning and had made her way to her office, knowing none of her staff would be in this early. Sitting in her chair, she took a sip of her coffee and leant forward to read through the studies she had done on the crystals before they had been put into service. Smiling to herself, the case study that had been done on the first crystal, affectionately known as ‘Blue’ was still the one that made her smile. ‘Blue’ had been the first and the one she was most proud of. ‘Delta’ and ‘Echo’ were the ones based off the designs for ‘Blue’. Reading through the technical specifications for the three of them, Erin knew that she had created something good. The trick with them had been figuring out the way to control the atomic motions in the molecules within the crystals and organising them into vibrational modes or phonons. Once that had been achieved, the use of density functional theory had come into play. That and the use of doping the crystals with different elements had, in effect, given birth to ‘Blue’. The use of neodymium had created a blueish hue on the crystal and transformed the phonons to vibrate along the desired frequency. Erin stretched as she closed down her terminal and thought to herself, ~Do good, Blue. Help me bring our guys home.~ (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Deck 8-CTO Office - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & SPC Sec.Tac. Ensign Greta Smith - 0643) Taking a deep breath, Greta paused outside the office door. Smartening her uniform, she pressed the comm and waited to be beckoned inside. Ravok turned his head to the view screen, seeing it was Greta. He pressed the button to open the door. " Ensign Smith, come in." Walking into the office, Greta knew that this would be a conversation that not only did she not want, but she could tell by his demeanour, Ravok did not want to have either. ~I miss the simplicity of flying.~ she thought to herself as she walked towards the desk. " Do you know what this is?" He questioned her and pointed to the Blue holographic image rotating in the center of the room. Resisting the urge to state the obvious, Greta shook her head, “It looks familiar.” " It is the main communications power supply conduit on the bird of prey. " He zoomed out the image to display the full ship." You see, the power supply is located at grid L4 of the second quadrant. It has a direct path to environmental controls and life support." The areas he mentioned were illuminated in yellow. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered where this conversation was going. “Okay. I see that.” "It's located a half meter under the outer hull in a very inconspicuous place, just under the starboard wing. Every ship has a Kordins pit…" He paused and looked at her . " Or what you would call an Achilles heel . Chisel away long enough and you expose the proverbial statue beneath the marble. The desired work of art. In this case the power supply. " Ravok said without taking his eyes off the holographic image. “I see. The aim being to disrupt as much of the ship without causing loss of life?” " Hitting it with right phaser modulation can cause a major fluctuation all the way in grid D9 of the third quadrant. The environmental and life support controls. If you cause a fluctuation there a considerable amount of power is pulled from the engines to stabilize the internal environment of the ship, to counter this the only measure for fast results is to divert power from shields to regain engine power back for maneuverability. " He remarked with a smile. Smiling back, she marvelled at his tactical knowledge. She knew that, as the leader of the white skulls back on mars, this was the kind of thing that she used to research and she nodded. Ravok leaned back in his chair. " Using an enemy's fail safes against them is a tactical chess match and I'm exceptionally good at chess, Ensign Smith. Take a seat." Taking the seat offered, Greta drew a breath. ~And here it comes~ He pulled out a PADD and slid it to her. " I spoke with the captain. The away team report filed by Lieutenant Merek ,stated you froze up in a combat situation. Lives could have been lost by this action of inaction, even your own. " He paused and took a breath. " I know why you did. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't have done the same in your situation, but that isn't an excuse. On the PADD in front of you is a full report and a course of disciplinary corrective action. You are to attend counseling sessions once a week, this time will be during your regularly scheduled shift time. So it won't cut into your free time. You are also restricted from joining away teams. You are also immediately pulled from all security teams until further notice. I have already sent a report to Ensign Sleeford, notifying him of this change within the department." He pointed to the PADD " Your fingerprint is required on the file, Ensign " He said to her. She was his friend , but this was duty. Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, Greta opened them and took the PADD. Pausing for a moment, Greta looked at Ravok, “Sir, permission to speak freely?” Ravok nodded his head , knowing beforehand she would ask that. “I understand.” " This isn't a punishment. Its chance to learn , develop and adapt." Ravok said in a sincere voice. “I…. When Ire and i talked about moving onto the Exeter, we knew that there would be an abundance of pilots. He offered to make the move but i shut him down. Being a pilot is in his blood. It’s the reason he breathes. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the same for me but i knew that he would have the harder time making the change. So i did. I changed department to allow him to do what he loves to do. Now, myself, i know that i am not as good a security officer as i could be. Whether that is because my heart is in it or not? I can’t honestly say. I’m a pilot. Tactics, flying that’s what i do. I will work harder to become a better officer but…. There it is.” She replied as she placed her finger on the PADD and handed it back to him. Ravok took the PADD and added his own fingerprint. “In the perfect world, we would have a fighter wing on the ship, i would be able to do what i do and Ire would be flying the big bird. But, we have to adapt.” Greta said. " You were a damn fine flight officer. One of the best shots in the wing…" He drew a breath and smiled as he began to speak again." Baker hated how good you were. He would constantly compare everything he did based on your standards of operation. You pushed him to be better. When you moved to being a pilot he was relieved that he would no longer have to compete with you. " Greta blushed slightly, "I have a good eye. That's all. Baker was a fine flight officer." " When I saw you were assigned as a member of the security teams, I was shocked to say the least. In my opinion you'd be alot better firing phasers from the bridge. My plan is to have everyone in this department cross trained on everything. Support, Security, bridge duty, and coordination of offensive and defensive tactics." Ravok explained "So, without wishing to sound ungrateful Sir, what does this mean for me? I mean, if I have been pulled from away teams and security details. Am I doomed to spend the rest of my career in torpedo storage?" Ravok with a stern face said " Latrine duty" He couldn't contain his laughter." I'm joking. It means that if I remain the head of this department I want you to be my fall back, my support. I've told you before , your more useful firing photons than you are with a hand held phaser." Greta frowned, "Wait…. What exactly are you saying? Remain head of which department?" " Tactical and security. Right now I am only the acting department head while Ensign Draeshaa recovers or until Trip appoints someone he trust more than me to do the job. " " So once…. " Greta paused for a moment, not wanting to sound ungrateful or like a worried woman, ".... the crew is back, does this mean I pull bridge duty?" Ravok nodded his head " Yes , I need you there " Nodding, Greta looked at him for a moment and then took a breath, "I won't lie. I know I should have reacted differently." " No one is perfect, but we must strive to be the best we can. You reacted with your heart. I think if everyone had a little more heart we would live in a much happier place." Ravok said, smiling at her. "I lost my father a few years back. Ire… he gave me something to look forward to. And now, with him going through who knows what… I froze." She looked into Ravok's eyes, "I'm scared." He leaned forward in his chair resting his arms on the desk. " On stardate 2444.06.03, my father was killed. It's been just over a year and I remember it like yesterday. I was filled with sadness and rage. I was ordered to go get screened for mental fitness , I was furious at the suggestion. I fought against a direct order." Ravok informed her. Greta, not knowing what to say, just nodded. " When it comes to those we love, it clouds our judgement and we act with our hearts and not our minds. Like I said no one is perfect. " He declared. "They have the Captain's wife. He didn't react like I did. I know he must be mad as hell about what i did. Rightly so… " Ravok smiled " I had breakfast with him this morning. He wanted me to tell you that he trust you. I hope you can find peace in that." "Trip is a good man. I respect him a lot. I also know that ire and I… we were a bit of a shock for everyone. It was a shock for me but now…. All I can do is promise to not let you down." " Don't worry about letting me down just be the good officer that I know you are and keep your head up. The Ensign Smith I know is tough, fierce, a warrior and...a friend. Be those things for me , him , all of us." Ravok said, hoping he was getting through to her. Greta looked at him and smiled, "You know, if ire were here, he would tell me to keep calm. I can hear him now telling me that he will come home. Mainly because he knows I would kick his ass if he doesn't." " We will get them back, I have a feeling that fate is on our side. You will be fine." "Thank you, Sir." He stood up from his chair. " You're Welcome Ensign " "I know this could not have been easy for you. And I know Ire will thank you for looking out for me." Ravok looked down. "ní dúirt éinne go bhfuil sé éasca daoine eile a chuardach { Gaelic - No one said it's easy looking out for others}.But I try my best." He said smirking with sarcastic arrogance. Speaking to her in Gaelic. She smiled softly, "You are doing a great job. Ire would be the first to tell you that I'm not an easy person to look after." She replied with a wink. She sighed, knowing that he had chosen to say that to her in her mother tongue had touched her more than she could say. " Now go tell the guys down in the torpedo bays they have a new boss today" Ravok said with a smile. "They're going to hate me aren't they?" She laughed. He shrugged his shoulders. " Does it matter? Getting moving Ensign " He ordered with a smile. Snapping a salute, Greta smiled and replied, "yes sir!". Ravok saluted back in a playful way and shook his head as she walked out the door. He sat back down and pulled the holoimage of the bird of prey backup and looked at it some more. He spotted something he hadn't noticed before. ~ This bird was one of the last ones produced.~ " Computer, zoom in on grid H9 of the first quadrant and run an electron variance analysis of power to grid B3 of the second quadrant." [ Acknowledged] ( reply none needed) ( posted By Jackie- SPC (Greta) and Rob ) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0714) “Okay, listen up. We need to be operating at peak efficiency here. We’re in the Gamma Quadrant, yes. The urge to go and explore and investigate is strong i know but our main concern here is getting our people home and safe. So we need to stand ready to assist in anyway we can.” Erin stated to the assembled science staff. As she opened her mouth to continue, the Captain’s voice rang through the comm, "All hands, battle stations. Alpha Shift, prepare for shift change. Senior Staff report to Duty stations." Erin looked at her staff, smiled, “Get to it people. Once this is done, drinks are on me in the bar.” She watched as her staff set off to work, allowed herself a small smile and headed towards the nearest turbo lift. (posted by Jackie) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – Entity Vessel - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0715) ~Seven Hours~ Ryelle’s death was as raw now as it had been at the moment of his self-sacrifice. As a medic, she accepted the reality of birth, and death, of one’s transience as a mortal creature. However, that did not take anything away from the raw pain that still filled her. Acceptance and rebuttal. Trying to calm her soul down, Ailynn considered the events of the last few hours. Again, she was no closer to understanding what had happened, what she had seen than she was when it had happened. She’d never been particularly religious, her family had encouraged an understanding and interest in her Bajoran heritage, but as she’d got older, and turned toward medicine, the message of the intangible got drowned out in the reality that was her considerable abilities as a scientist, a healer. Now however, it was the intangible that was the reality, and she questioned more and more her abilities, her true self. She stood on a precipice, no, she stood on two precipi, each as rugged and foreboding as the other. She came to realise that this was what her life as a medic, a surgeon had always been. From the first day at med school, she’d walked this line. Death in one hand, life in the other. She further came to the realisation that the prophets were always there. ~If the intangible is proven the truth, does it gain or lose power? Do I hold it firmer in my thought, or due to the proof of it’s evidence, dismiss it as a question that can now be abandoned having now been answered. Does the truth of something lessen it’s message, weaken it’s power, or give it further power and mystique. She pulled her sleeve back once more, and examined the tattoo on the underside of her left forearm. It was obvious that the word ‘Paladin’ was not by accident, or by random assignation. It was a very very specific message, and the longer that she had sat, and thought about it, the more profound that the thought had become. Various thoughts slowly coalesced in her mind, old ideas, half truths discarded, new feelings, purposes, and a new slant on the truth of her own being crystallised in her mind. She pulled down her sleeve once more, as the familiar feeling from a transport rushed over her. Turil pointed at the Starfleet officer,“Lieutenant Bracken,” then pointed to a Bajoran man wearing simple brown clothing adorned with a red sash, “Trentin Jost.” The man was standing in front of her and next to a large broadcasting array seemingly cobbled together from at least two different cultures’ technology Ailynn took in her surroundings, a forcefield surrounding her. Without knowing why she slowly reached her hand out.” “I wouldn’t advise that,” Turil said matter-of-factly. “It’s a forty terawatt forcefield and lethal on contact.” He paused. “I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.” Smiling in her own mind, Ailynn spoke up. “Since both of us is going to die in here, it’s a moot point.” At that moment, it was sheer bravado, she hadn’t actually got a plan at the moment. “Turil, Ignore her and help me install this last piece. She’s only here to witness the end of the false prophets.” ~Ah yes. Of course.~ several things slotted into place in her mind, things that she’d suspected, but wittingly or not, Turil had left his cards open on the table. =^= Sir, long range sensors have picked up the Retribution. =^= “Good, I want my daughter here for this moment.” Jost said. =^= There’s another ship following her soon to overtake her, it has a Starfleet warp signature.=^= Feeling a tingle at the base of her skull at the mention of the ship that could only be the Exeter, Ailynn’s confidence in herself, and her situation only improved. It helped that her enemy obviously considered himself cleverer than she was. “A thought occurs to me...a couple of thoughts actually. You’re going to kill me one way or another, might as well explain what it’s actually going to do. Chroniton pulse maybe?” (Reply Turil) Ailynn laughed “Funny thing that. I don’t know the book that you have, but I also know that ancient Bajoran is mighty tricky to translate. How did you double check your sources?” (Reply Turil) “It must have occurred to you, whoever supplied you with your translations is relying on you not to examine the actual language function properly? Whatever you’ve been promised, you’re going to be bitterly disappointed.” (Reply Turil) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Torpedo Room - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 0715) As she walked into the torpedo room, Greta had mixed reservations about being there. She was happy not to be sidelined, not having to spend the day in the spa whilst her crew mates fought to being their own back home, to bring Ire back home but part of her was still a little upset. Mostly at herself for the way she had reacted on the base. She knew that it hadn't been right. Her emotions had taken over. She hadn't expected them to. As she cleared her mind, ready for the task in hand, she walked through the room, looking around for any sign of the crew that were stationed there. After a moment, she heard voices and followed them. "..... what I heard was that one of the security staff lost it on the planet. Went full mental." "I heard about that. Didn't she break down and punch something?" Fighting back the urge to charge in and correct them, Greta stood around the corner from where the people were talking and waited. "Yeah… all over a guy. I mean, come on. You don't lose it mid mission over a guy." "For your information, fiancee and yes, what you heard was true." Greta spoke, interrupting the conversation as she walked round the corner. Hiding the smile that was threatening to break onto her face at the looks of shock they had given her, the pair who had been gossiping began to splitter apologies. Greta held up her hand to silence them both, "okay. Yes. That was me. Now, listen up, you two. No more gossip, no more talk. I want a full run down, inventory of every torpedo in our arsenal." The pair looked at each other as if to ask each other what to do. "Now! Jump to it!" Greta said, sharply. As they scurried off, Greta walked to the nearest terminal and began to familiarise herself with the compliment of torpedoes and the other armaments located in the room. (Reply None) (Posted by Jackie) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – Entity Vessel - Trentin Jost – 0718) The taller woman spoke. “A thought occurs to me...a couple of thoughts actually. You’re going to kill me one way or another, might as well explain what it’s actually going to do. Chroniton pulse maybe?” “What do you know of it?” He said not looking up from his work. He grabbed a tool from his Bajoran Militia tool kit. “The first edition of the Book of the Kosst Amojan has detailed passages. The false prophets are outside of the fourth dimension Humans call “time”, a prolonged burst of chronitons will introduce to them violently their own mortality.” Some irregular beeps issued from the console as he shut off the adjoining power flows. “Hold it long enough, they won’t survive.” :: Don’t be a moron, don’t tell her my plan.:: Ailynn laughed “Funny thing that. I don’t know the book that you have, but I also know that ancient Bajoran is mighty tricky to translate. How did you double check your sources?” “The translation is accurate.” He said simply, placing the phase discriminator into the array. :: SHUT UP!:: “It must have occurred to you, whoever supplied you with your translations is relying on you not to examine the actual language function properly? Whatever you’ve been promised, you’re going to be bitterly disappointed.” At that point he actually looked up from his work. He placed his tool down on top of a console. “See that’s where you’re wrong,” his anger was building, combining with that of the entity. “This entity that inhabits me, was the original author…” As he closed the distance in only a few strides he looked at his captive, eyes filled with anger. The irises of his eyes were an unnatural bright red, “..and he paid up front!” He pointed at her with his whole hand fingers extended and joined, hand oriented up and down, thumb at the side all four fingers and thumb pointing at her. (Reply Bracken) What ever she started to say he interrupted her. From the centerline his outstretched right hand went left quickly as if swatting a flying insect. He telekinetically shoved her feet out from under her, causing her shoulder to hit the ground. (Reply Bracken) Ignoring her words his assault continued unabated. His hand went back to center, this time parallel to the ground, palm up. He raised it slowly lifting her off the ground. (Reply Bracken) He moved his hand by bending the arm at the elbow, slowly bringing his hand closer to his shoulder, and as a consequence bringing the young woman closer to the shield. (Reply Bracken) “Lieutenant, you’re a person who’s used to being in charge, aren’t you?” She was now close enough to the shield she couldn’t extend her arms with out touching it. (Reply Bracken) “Here, you are not in charge.” Despite her fighting she was pulled closer still. “I am.” (Reply Bracken) She was now close enough to singe a stray hair off of her head. “I could kill you right now, with barely any effort. Throw you into the shield and vaporize you, snap that pretty little neck, or open up a crack to the liquid metal core of this planet and drown you in molten metal.” :: We can play later,:: the Wraith offered.:: She is distracting you, our plan requires you to resume your work.:: He slowly pushed her back to the center of the enclosure. “If you stop talking, I’ll let you live long enough to watch the end of the false prophets.” (Reply Bracken) With out any further spoken words from him, he turned to resume his work. (Reply Bracken IYW) (posted by Todd)(NPC Trentin Jost) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0719) ~Ditzy and annoying.~ Two words that even her closest ‘friends’ had described her as most of her life, save Trip and Sienna. If Ailynn had a fault, it was that she could, in fairness, be annoying and ditzy. If she had a strength, it was that she knew how to play her faults as trumps. She saw the flash of annoyance run across Jost’s face; and annoyed people let things slip, these tells Ailynn never, ever missed. “See that’s where you’re wrong,” his anger was obviously building, combining. “This entity that inhabits me, was the original author…” As he closed the distance in only a few strides he looked at his captive, eyes filled with anger. The irises of his eyes were an unnatural bright red, “..and he paid up front!” He pointed at her with his whole hand fingers extended and joined, hand oriented up and down, thumb at the side all four fingers and thumb pointing at her. ~Oh now that was sloppy.~ Ailynn entered a world of pain, screaming harpie-like in unnatural agony. ~You have no idea what you just let slip.~ “Moth…” What ever she started to say he interrupted her. From the centerline his outstretched right hand went left quickly as if swatting a flying insect. He telekinetically shoved her feet out from under her, causing her shoulder to hit the ground. “Tch.” she grunted. “OUCH...THAT HURT. MEANIE!” She knew that she could get to him, play on his irritation. It may cost her her life, but every second that she endured every quantum sliver of time that endured agony would be a femto-second closer to her mission being completed. ~I must not fear~ Ignoring her words his assault continued unabated. His hand went back to center, this time parallel to the ground, palm up. He raised it slowly lifting her off the ground. “AM I SUPPOSED TO BE ENTERTAINED?” She spat at him, defiant to the core. “KILL ME NOW AND I WILL RIP YOUR SOUL ASUNDER FROM WITH THE VERY DEPTHS OF HELL FROM WHENCE YOUR MASTERS CONTROL YOU, OR SO CURSE ME I WILL BURN IN ETERNITY.” Her nostrils flared furiously, adrenaline filled her body, she could feel her heart tear at her chest, she could feel the ancient, primal rage fight against the hold that Jost held her in. Ailynn felt her body push against Josts Will. her forearms burned. ::fight back...Paladin.:: He moved his hand by bending the arm at the elbow, slowly bringing his hand closer to his shoulder, and as a consequence bringing the young woman closer to the shield. Eyes immeasurably filled with defiance, hid the pain that filled her soul. Filled? No. There was a core, the deepest part of herself that had always been there, the judgement that had screamed at her in her wilder days, the praise that had filled her proudest moments. :: About time Daughter. Patience. Endure. :: “Lieutenant, you’re a person who’s used to being in charge, aren’t you?” She was now close enough to the shield she couldn’t extend her arms with out touching it. Ailynn felt Josts will push against hers. Screaming in pain, she fought with every fibre of her being. “I am in charge...we just haven’t settled the terms of the game yet.” She spat at Jost, her entire being afire in defiance. “Here, you are not in charge.” Despite her fighting she was pulled closer still. “I am.” She held his gaze, hatred and fury burning in her soul. “I ABJURE THEE...WRAITH! KILL THIS VESSEL AND YOU WILL STILL ONLY FEEL THE PIT UNTO WHICH THY WILL FOR ALL TIME HENCE BE CAST AND REAPED ASUNDER.” She was now close enough to singe a stray hair off of her head. “I could kill you right now, with barely any effort. Throw you into the shield and vaporize you, snap that pretty little neck, or open up a crack to the liquid metal core of this planet and drown you in molten metal.” :: We can play later,:: the Wraith offered.:: She is distracting you, our plan requires you to resume your work.:: Ailynn felt herself returned to own body, the pain indescribable, however, her mind was in all kinds of places, all at once. With the greatest will, she fought against Josts mind. As she pulled her thoughts to herself, she remembered the tricorder that she had slipped into her tactical vest as they’d reconned the Control Room. ~Oh now that was sloppy.~ Her face was bowed, mocking subdued pain. In some ways Ailynn’s greatest curse was also her greatest asset. Long had she fought against it, and tried to hide it, but her mind came to its own now, perhaps more so than it had ever done. She picked herself up. Noticing the flash of light reflected from her commbadge. Slowly, she ran her eyes around the room, taking in details that she had simply largely ignored up until now. “You know that’s upside down right? Translation error in the 45th stanza.” (Reply Jost) “You must see it. Your conduits, won’t handle the impedance. Resonant frequency. What are you actually building…?” (Reply Jost) “Prophets, it can’t be…” Ailynn’s eyes opened, and feeling opening up into her soul. (Reply Jost) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter-Bridge.- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 0719) As Ravok stood ready Ensign Sleeford strolled onto the bridge. “ Lieutenant” Sleeford said after nodding to him. Ravok nodded his head back at him. " Ensign " He replied stepping back so Sleeford could see the tactical terminal He was glad the Ensign Sleeford was on alpha shift to back him up in the department that Ravok felt like he was just watching over while Ensign Draeshaa was recovering. Although he wished her a speedy recovery he couldn't help but hope that he had in some way proved himself able to handle the job. Operations was a good position on a starship, but was very boring after the first 5 minutes on duty and it was very easy to get sidetracked. He watched Sleeford walk to the aft terminal and sit down, ready to join the party as it were. (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter-Bridge - ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 0720) Trinity almost wished that she’d had a bad night's sleep. She was aware that a sizable proportion of the Officers and Crew had been kidnapped, but at the moment that wasn’t something to worry about. She’d given her everything on her last shift, and would give even more on this next one. It wasn’t that she was unfeeling, what made her a great pilot was her ability to shelve her feelings and worry about them later. She got up and stepped into the shower, and had a simple carb and protein shake for her breakfast. When she was on these kind of duties, food was just fuel, nothing more. The job was her focus, nothing else. It had always unnerved anyone who’d tried to get close to her how crazy focussed she got when in these situations. =/\=All hands, battle stations. Alpha Shift, prepare for shift change. Senior Staff report to Duty stations.=/\= Trinity was already on her way to the Bridge, a small glass of lemon-water in her hand, which she drank as she stepped down the corridor, cat-like and graceful. She loved these moments, sure, a rapid scramble to all pilots was exhilarating, but these moments were her favourite. She could already feel the ship under her feet. It always surprised her when others told her that they had no idea what she was talking about. The feeling of calm descended on her as she reached the lift, putting the glass on a replicator that she passed and hitting the recycle button, she stepped into the turbolift. “Bridge” Some officers were already assembled in their positions. Crossing the floor, she tucked her hair back, an auburn flame of hope in the midst of the Bridges focussed mood. She nodded to Trip in the big chair, and then took her position at the helm. Her fingers danced over the controls, logging her in, and her display switched to the flight controls, which she then checked the heading and speed against the previous standing order, and the heading of their quarry. “Frost has the Helm Captain. Heading and speed are set to the most optimal.” (Reply Trip IYW) (Posted by Mark(SPC)) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0721) As she exited the turbolift, the energy and tension on the bridge was almost palpable. Looking over at Ravok, she caught his wink and smiled, nodding a hello back and took her station. (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie) (Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine - Entity Vessel - Trentin Jost – 0723) “You know that’s upside down right? Translation error in the 45th stanza,” the tall woman said. Picking at him. ::Ignore her.:: ~I’m going to make her pay after I’m done.~ “There is no error,” Trentin answered back. “You must see it. Your conduits, won’t handle the impedance. Resonant frequency. What are you actually building…?” She picked again. “Are you even an engineer? Cardassians use type two superconductors, easily handling the flow of power, with zero resistance. Resonance has no bearing on chronitons.” “Prophets, it can’t be…” “They can’t help you here. Lick your wounds or whatever it is you are going to do, but do it quietly. I have work to do and I’d not like to be disturbed,” he said clearly showing his annoyance. He turned back to the machine and circled behind it, tools in hand. He had much work to do and not much time to do it in. Soon he would be done. (Reply none needed. Bracken if you wish) (posted by Todd) NPC Trentin Jost (USS Exeter- deck 20 Security Office- Ensign Stan More - 07:25) When Stan heard the call to stations he charged through the doors. Only to discover that not only was he leading Beta team. His shift did not start until 16:00. That meant he was still off duty. Off duty. He looked at the schedule to see if it could be changed. But no. He still had nine hours of rest. Unless of course they mounting a rescue mission and he was needed. Stan did not feel like going back to the gym. He tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Sleeford come in please? “ ( Reply , =/\= Sleeford =/\= ) “ I a wondering if ya need any help my friend? “ Stan asked. ( Reply , =/\= Sleeford =/\= ) “ Oh. I see. Well if ya need me just tap yer wee com badgey ” Stan said “ I’ll be in the rifle range if I am needed.” ( Reply, Sleeford ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) USS Exeter -Bridge- Sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:25) Sitting at the rear console, Sleeford began allocating security personnel to various sites around the ship. Making sure that all key elements where covered, splitting the screen Sleeford called up the schematics for a bird of prey, noting probable entry points, quick routes to the holding cells and a close by extraction point. “ More to Sleeford come in please? “ Smiling Sleeford tapped his badge. “Sleeford here, go ahead” “ I a wondering if ya need any help my friend? “ Stan asked. Looking at the screen in front of him and taking a quick glance round the bridge he replied. “ At the moment Stan I have it covered. “ “ Oh. I see. Well if ya need me just tap yer wee com badgey ” Stan said “ I’ll be in the rifle range if I am needed.” Laughing softly Sleeford shook his head.” Understand. Knock a couple down for me. Sleeford our. “ Looking back at the board he stood and concentrating on the right have and the bird of prey, tracing routes through the ship from various points, at each turn he ran into probable dead ends and ambush points. There where to many points where the corridors seemed to just stop for no reason. The Klingons where a paranoid bunch, there where no quick access to any part of the ship. Starting again in the neck that joined the bridge into the main part of the ship, Sleeford traced a route that was reasonable quick, well quick in a Klingon Bird of prey. Looking at the screen he realised that it would be a minimum of four teams, one for the bridge, one for engineering, the other two to rescue, their crew mates. It would leave the Exeter with a minimum security detail, but as most of the problems would be off ship it would be an acceptable risk. (Replies none) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Firing range - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More -07:27 ) With the ship on red alert all the recreational activities were closed. Even the Holo deck was out of bounds. But the firing range was still open as it counted as part of the security department. So Stan decided to improve his shooting skills. He was ok with the larger Phaser rifle. But the smaller hand Phaser. Still gave him a few problems. So he picked one up and set the target level to hard. Then taking a deep breath. He imagined the targets were kidnappers and he was. Trying to rescue the missing crew. More charged through the target range taking down targets. However he kept losing points for hitting victims. The problem was turning and pointing without being able to see the target. At least with Phaser rifle you had the targeting sight. You could take up position and pick off your target. But with the hand Phaser you did not have the luxury. The weapon was only effective in close quarters. So you had to be able to anticipate your target. Especially in a hostage situation. Were the kidnappers would use their victims as living shields. Stan almost had a clear run. But nearly hurt himself when the beam ricocheted off a target. Stan knew he must be careful. With the ship at red alert plus the Sickbay staff worried about. Their missing comrades. They would not be happy. If the person who had threatened one of their own. Who was now missing. Being rolled in after shooting himself in the posterior. ( Reply , No one ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 0730) As everyone took their stations they were entering firing range. Trinity Frost the beautiful red headed Pilot whom he knew from his fighter wing days was manning the helm as both the regular two helmsmen, Irew Williams and Ronnie Winters where presently on the Bird of Prey. Trip's brother in arms, Ravok Shara, the most un Romulan, Romulan in the galaxy was manning the tactical station, backed up by the dutiful, almost to a fault, ACTO Paul Sleeford. Lt. JG Erin Cortez was at the Science Station. Trip didn't know her well. He knew she was a good person, a bit of a drama queen, but had the makings of a fine officer. Merek was at the engineering station. One of the most intelligent and intense people Trip had ever met. He was flanked by the counselor Jester Lavorre, whom he promised would be able to be on the bridge for this moment, and the enigmatic intelligence officer Jaelle Foxglove. Ensign M'Rurrh, the Caitian ops officer was handling the ops station. They were within firing range but were not yet in transporter range. "Alright, this will be a delicate situation, we have 42 lives to rescue on that Bird of Prey. They are still at warp, so they aren't cloaked yet. But even if they do, given the tracker that Dr. Vesper has, we will be able to pinpoint their approximate location. However we don't want to destroy that thing until we have our people back. So rapid fire, popcorn style, I don't care who goes first. I want all ideas, tactical solutions, or thoughts, on the table right now. Don't be shy." (reply Frost, Sleeford, Ravok, Merek, Cortez, Lavorre, Foxglove, M'Rurrh) (reply those mentioned above, and anyone who wants to chime in as a bridge NPC, because why not) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0732) As Keira scanned their quarry, information flooded through her terminal. Weapons signatures, power readings, everything. She thought back to the first time she had seen the specifications on a Klingon Vessel. NRPG: Flashback RPG: (Carraya IV – Frontier Colony – Jordan’s Scrap Field – Keira Merek – 1347) It was an early autumn afternoon, something their neighbor Mr. Jordan called an “Indian Summer”. Jordan was an retired pilot and engineer in Starfleet before he retired to the colony. The land allotted for him to use to help the community had too many rocks in it to really farm, which suited him just fine. He kept pieces of equipment in it that were out of power or otherwise no longer being used. He’d salvage pieces to get other equipment working, or various parts of the superstructure to repair people’s homes, barns or buildings. Keira spent a lot of time in this field chasing small creatures and running around. 10 year old Keira was, much to her mother’s dismay, now running around the field “like a wild animal”. “Mama?” The little girl inquired, climbing on a piece of what used to be a Romulan shuttle craft. “Já litli álfur minn” {Icelandic: “Yes, my little elf.”} She said sweetly while still maintaining watch for danger, wanting more than everything for her daughter to get down. She was now balancing on the wing of the craft, her path was tracing the metal seams. “You told me you were going to show me a great big bird and I don’t see it yet,” Keira said with disappointment. She had only seen very small birds. “Patience young one. We’re almost there,” she consoled her daughter. “Do you still have that ionized pulse generator? The one we worked on last week.” “YES!” Keira said barely able to contain her excitement. “It shoots things! PEW! PEW!” “Keira, it was a continuous beam that wouldn’t light a fire, what did you do?” Jan said now concerned. Beaming proudly grinning ear to ear, “I fixed it, now it works better!” “Keira….” Jan’s voice was now stern. “What did you do?” “I added capacitors and focused the beam, like you taught me.” Jan, shook her head and sighed. “You turned a flashlight into a particle weapon… I’ll have to take that back when we get home.” “But MOOOOOM!” Keira whined. “You might start a fire with it, I’d take it now but we need it for today’s lesson.” Jan said worried. “Might…” Keira whispered “I heard that missy. So you have started fires with it. The Klingon hunting lodge, that was you?” Jan interrogated her own daughter. “No.” Keira lied. “Don’t think I can’t tell when you’re lying. Looks like fixing the hunting lodge will be on your list of extra-curriculars.” Jan announced. “Or would you prefer your father assign your punishment?” “Hmph.” At this point, Keira knew better than to “smart back” now. Flippant nonchalance now would earn her holding rocks or other hard labor as punishment. Better to cut her losses now. “We’re here now.” Jan said, a little disappointed in her daughter, but really impressed about what she accomplished. “Where’s the big bird?” She asked, nearly forgetting the punishment that waited for her at home. “Right there.” Jan said pointing at a boom and an ovular command module jutting out of the ground where it had been left. “That’s ugly. Birds have wings, where are the wings?” Keira said. “My little elf, this ship was called a “bird of prey”, it was made because of an alliance between the Klingons and your father’s people the Romulans…” “History! BORING!” she exclaimed. “Fine but you asked about the wings, they were taken apart and used for the metal. The parts that looked like feathers were used to make shingles for the doctor’s house.” “Doctor Kitty!” Keira blurted out. “Yes, but her name is R’nthra, back to the lesson.” Jan guided her energetic daughter. “Are you ready?” “Yes.” Keira said. “Let go get some power to this thing.” Jan brought out her old Starfleet tricorder, flipping it open. She grabbed her daughter by the hand leading her into the superstructure. “Stay close to me little elf.” Exploring was something that Keira loved to do, she flipped up the light that was affixed to her shoulder harness, and turned it on lighting the darker parts of the structure. They crawled over and under collapsed structures the sounds of the tricorder and irregular lighting from Keira looking at everything made for an eerie sight in the abandoned Klingon corridors. Jan knelt down next to a mostly intact panel and opened it up. She placed her back pack down revealing a small portable generator. Which she efficiently hooked up to the Klingon power grid. Keira watching her every move. After Jan did that she switched on the power grid. The panel lit up and emergency lights switched on. “We’re in business now,” Jan said, “My Klingon is a little rusty, and I studied the Mo’Kai dialect in the academy.” Keira’s eyes widened at the panel lighting up. It showed a red wire frame outline of the ship. Some Klingon words scrolled across the display. Then everything from the back two thirds of the ship turned black. “Does that mean that those parts of the ship can’t get power?” Keira asked. “Já litli álfur minn, rólegur núna.” {Icelandic: Yes, my little elf, quiet now.} She said patting her head. Jan tapped a few commands into the device putting power where she wanted it. “It’s time to go back outside.” Jan said. “But we just got here!” Keira said with a slight whining inflection. “Trust me, my dear it’s worth it.” She assured her daughter, and soon they were outside. “Take out that ionized pulse generator.” Jan said. “Do I get to blast something?” Keira asked taking it out quickly. Jan noticed how quickly her daughter had procured the device. “I see your father has taught you some things too., and yes, you get to blast something.” “Really?!” Keira asked genuinely surprised. “Yes, but only what I tell you to,” the woman cautioned. Keira nodded. January counted out a specific number of paces, bringing her daughter to stand right next to her. “Turn around.” Keira did as instructed. “Do you see that metal pipe way up there on the command module? It’s on the ship above that triangular looking part. See it?” Jan crouched down and pointed at it over Keira’s shoulder. “Yes, mama.” “Good take aim and fire.” Jan said. Keira gave her mother a questioning look. “Really?” Realizing full well that she had just scolded her for doing that very same thing. “Miss Merek, fire at will.” Jan said confirming the order in her most official sounding voice. Keira brought the ten centimeter cylinder up and tried to sight it like her mom had shown her with the older broom-handle style phasers. She pressed the safety and the firing stud with her thumb and a pale yellow beam issued out striking just above where she was aiming. “Keep the beam going and bring it down a bit until you hit.” Jan coached her daughter. Keira did as instructed and the beam struck the target. “Keep it up.” Jan opened her tricorder to get readings. “Five more seconds,” she announced. At three seconds the air started to hum and she wondered if the generator could produce enough energy to overcome the threshold. Then it happened all the running lights shut off and the air shimmered in front of the pair of blondes. The piece of the ship disappeared in front of their eyes. “It’s gone? I destroyed it?” Keira inquired. “No my little elf. It’s cloaked. It’s hidden.” Jan explained to her young student. “Romulans were the first people in the Beta quadrant to figure out how to hide their ships moving around in space. They traded this technology to the Klingons for stronger weapons. This model of ship is called a D-12 Bird of Prey in the Starfleet data banks, but the Klingons called it a B’rel Class. This model of ship had a design flaw in the plasma coils that were part of this device. Using a low level ionic pulse like we just did would reset and trigger their cloaking device.” “But that’s dumb, wouldn’t making your enemy invisible be something you don’t want to do?” Keira genuinely asked. “First of all there was a great power draw, and any weapons fire would give away their position, they also aren’t compatible with force fields, so they’d be unshielded and vulnerable.” Jan further explained. “I understand.” Keira said, just as the part of the bird of prey came back into view. NRPG: End flashback. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0734) "Alright, this will be a delicate situation, we have 42 lives to rescue on that Bird of Prey. They are still at warp, so they aren't cloaked yet. But even if they do, given the tracker that Dr. Vesper has, we will be able to pinpoint their approximate location. However we don't want to destroy that thing until we have our people back. So rapid fire, popcorn style, I don't care who goes first. I want all ideas, tactical solutions, or thoughts, on the table right now. Don't be shy." The Captain’s words snapped Keira out of her daydream. “That’s a D-12 bird of prey, correct?” (Reply Ravok) “Yeah, yeah the Klingons call it the B’rel, but some one hundred years ago a Starfleet ship found a weakness. It has a faulty plasma coil that’s part of their cloaking device. Once word got around that it had this flaw the Klingon Imperial Fleet slowly started retiring the model. They made the larger K’Vort and started working on…” (Reply Trip) “Yes, I’m rambling, sorry. A low level ionic pulse can trigger their cloaking device. The ship will automatically disarm their weapons and their shields will go down. We have the three to five seconds it takes them to cloak to beam all our people back aboard.” Keira explained. (Reply any) “Correct, our personnel transporters can take 6 at a time each safely. That’s 12. Emergency transporters take 10 each, that’s 32. I’m having a team convert the cargo transporters to be able to handle bio matter. Once that’s done, the cargo transporters can take another 1000 kilograms, which should account for the remaining 10.” Keira explained. (Reply Trip) “Twenty five thousand kilometers would put all three transporter systems in range.” Keira answered. (Reply Trip, Any) (Posted by Todd) (Uss Exeter- Bridge - sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:35) Sleeford stood a placed himself centre on to the right hand of the split rear tactical station, his mind on the problem of finding the missing crew. The buzz of quite conversation around him as he worked, half listening as the captain spoke. The sentence about the doctor sparked something in the back of Sleeford’s brain. “ Oh you bloody idiot, of course” Running his fingers over the panel he smiled as the little dots flashed up on the screen in front of him. Seeing only six dots he tapped a few more commands a few red dots joined the non moving green ones, watching as some of the red dots moved around the corridors of the war bird, tagging them as cultists and changing the non moving ones green. “Gotcha” ( replies none) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter-Bridge.- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 0736) After a while Trip spoke. "Alright, this will be a delicate situation, we have 42 lives to rescue on that Bird of Prey. They are still at warp, so they aren't cloaked yet. But even if they do, given the tracker that Dr. Vesper has, we will be able to pinpoint their approximate location. However we don't want to destroy that thing until we have our people back. So rapid fire, popcorn style, I don't care who goes first. I want all ideas, tactical solutions, or thoughts, on the table right now. Don't be shy." Ravok looked down at the terminal he had two ideas, as he went to open his mouth Keira spoke up. “That’s a D-12 bird of prey, correct?” Ravok looked over to her. "B'rel class. First Commissioned 2327." “Yeah, yeah the Klingons call it the B’rel, but some one hundred years ago a Starfleet ship found a weakness. It has a faulty plasma coil that’s part of their cloaking device. Once word got around that it had this flaw the Klingon Imperial Fleet slowly started retiring the model. They made the larger K’Vort and started working on…” (Reply Trip) “Yes, I’m rambling, sorry. A low level ionic pulse can trigger their cloaking device. The ship will automatically disarm their weapons and their shields will go down. We have the three to five seconds it takes them to cloak to beam all our people back aboard.” Keira explained. Ravok looked at Trip and back to Keira."Our transporters can only handle 6 at a time. " He said. “Correct, our personnel transporters can take 6 at a time each safely. That’s 12. Emergency transporters take 10 each, that’s 32. I’m having a team convert the cargo transporters to be able to handle bio matter. Once that’s done, the cargo transporters can take another 1000 kilograms, which should account for the remaining 10.” Keira explained. (Reply Trip) “Twenty five thousand kilometers would put all three transporter systems in range.” Keira answered. (Reply Trip) Ravok listened as the two of them conversed. He had an idea, a back up plan. Although if not executed with precision could destroy the entire ship or at best the ship could escape, but there was hope. He looked down and closed his eyes. ~ Meet us halfway~ he looked back up to Trip. " Sir, I have an idea." ( reply Trip) " Forcing them to cloak gives us three seconds ,five if we are lucky. " He paused and drew a breath. " When their shields drop we can open fire with phasers just enough to breach their outer hull. I can scale back the beam power to control the depth of the shot. Hitting their communications power supply would cause an almost instantaneous power fluctuation in their life support systems. Their systems would automatically drain power from engines , navigation...even cloaking. As cloaking devices use a considerable amount of power, any power drain on the ships systems could theoretically extend our transport window by a few more seconds." ( reply Trip) Ravok looked back at Sleeford. " I don't know, 7 or 8 seconds at the most, Would you agree Ensign?" Ravok asked Sleeford to gain some reassurance. ( reply Sleeford ) ( reply Trip reply Sleeford) ( posted by Rob Davis) (USS Exeter- Bridge - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(sg) Jaelle Foxglove - 0737) Jaelle had been not on the bridge only for a few moments before the captain entered himself. But that was long enough to take stock of the evolving situation. She listened as ideals were expressed on how to handle the rescue of the abducted crew. But for Jaelle there was still constant nagging notion. 'There still approaching this matter like a Federation officer.' "Excuse me..." She spoke to garner attention, to little avail everyone to busy in there own musings. "Excuse me." She spoke again louder this time. (Reply any) Once she had everyone's attention she continued. "Has any taken three seconds to think about what these terrorists will do to our people if we start popping shot across thier shields or try to force a cloak." Jaelle became silent as she allowed her words to sink in. "In the days of piracy it was said no one knows the weaknesses of thier ship better than the Captain, and since these terrorists have been a step ahead of us every step of the way you best believe they are waiting for us to act." She looked at what reminded of the command staff. "Even if we scale back our phaser fire, to disable thier shield and caused an controlled overload is akin to doing brain surgery with a sledgehammer. And what do you think will happen once thier internal scanners even remotely catches a blimp of a teleporter lock." (Reply any) "I will tell you they will destroy anything to cause an emp, an ion cascade, or interrupt our teleporters with their own, and how quickly were they able to clear our ship of ever Bajoran." She continued not allowing a break in her train of thought she knew the minds of madmen she was raised by several. "Understand they aren't alive now because of some weapon, or shields. Its because they have our friends and they will use that against us. If you are willing to come to terms that those taken are acceptable losses and your willing to pluck bodies from space or worse only get pieces of our crew back from a botched teleport then go ahead." "But do not make the same mistake again of underestimating who we are up against. Why haven't they cloaked? Why are they at warp when they knew we can catch them? What do they know that we do not?" Jaelle gave voice to the questions swirling around in her head. "And get it out of your head that they care about any kind of Federation law. Last I checked we are in the gamma quadrant well outside of Federation space. Our laws, our nobler ideals don't mean an thing to these people." Jaelle was giving away more than she wanted. Most did not know of her past and the terrible things she had done. How it could of been her being the enemy captain. The pain of her past tore at her. Jaelle was being harsh but battles were lost because people did not bother to think or consider the ability of their foe. She remembered the price of failure when she was a small girl, Starvation, Isolation, Death. At some point the pain of killing stops as it becomes a normal factor of ones life. Cries of mercy fall on deaf ears. Because you yourself have given up the cry yourself. That was the childhood of Jaelle. She calmed slightly, "You need to find out what they want, what drives them and use that to our advantage. We need to get the upper hand and you may need to play dirty to get it, or be prepared to make sacrifices. That is the way." (Reply any) (Posted by Matthew Locke) *USS Exeter- Bridge - Sec officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 07:38) Standing at the rear tactical station Sleeford listened as the CEO detailed her plan, nodding to himself he knew it made better sense, at the first sign in an incursion he knew that the captives would execute the prisoners without a second thought. Looking up from the screen as Lieutenant Ravok spoke. . " I don't know, 7 or 8 seconds at the most, Would you agree Ensign?" Ravok asked Sleeford to gain some reassurance. Pausing for a second Sleeford nodded, “ Around 7 seconds, enough to get them all over “ As the ideas went round the bridge the third officer spoke, as the captain and the intell officer went at it, Sleeford turned back to the rear screen embarrassed at the exchange. As the IO left the bridge, Sleeford fleet the ensuing silence close in. As the captain began issuing instructions, Sleeford waited. (Replies None) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter –Deck 6 Cargo bay 1 – Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vozi – 0738) Galu entered Cargo bay 1 at a jog a long with the other members of the engineering team. They had been tasked by Lieutenant Merek to convert the cargo transporters to handle bio matter so that they could be used to transport their people back to the Exeter. He knew that there were other people going to cargo bay 2 and 3 as well. ~This is going to be a mess to put back together again afterwards~ He looked over a Kryx who was part of his team. “Okay Kryx let’s get the panels off and get started” (Reply Kryx) “Kryx if you want to start on the other side while I do this one.” (Reply Kryx) He pulled on the panels off at the base of the transporter pad, took out his tricorder and a mini PADD which he had already downloaded the procedure. He knelt and looked inside and nodded to himself. ~I really am a taker aparter rather than a fixer~ He put the PADD beside him so that he could see it and began to recalibrate the system. (Reply Kryx, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0743) Listening to the conversations going on around her, Erin's mind began to whir. All the possibilities of how to get the crew back were running through her mind. Not being an engineer or tactician, she had no thoughts on how to get the crew back, none that were practical. Feeling frustrated that she had no way to assist, she pulled up the data on the crystals. ~I can still see you three so that bodes well.~ she thought to herself. Then, an idea came to her. "Sir, once we disrupt the shields of the ship, I can focus the targeting scanners to pick up our crew by linking them up with the medical database and using the crews last known physical data to scan for them and them alone. The last thing we need is to bring back a few extras. I can send the data to Lieutenant Merek along with a programme designed to run as fast as you need it to. " (Reply Trip, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter- Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and CIO/3O, Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -0745) Trip sat quietly and patiently as he listened to his senior staff make their recommendations. He waited until they were all done before speaking. To an extent they all made sense, though one course of action seemed to be the best bet plan. So good in fact that Trip was disappointed he didn't think about it. Trip turned and looked at Foxglove. "Lieutenant I understand your concerns, I really do. But I have to weigh the best course of action. They aren't cloaked because that class of Bird of Prey can't travel at warp cloaked. They are at warp, because, I'm guessing it's the best play. They can't readily stay in the Alpha Quadrant. Every Starfleet Ship in the area was on alert for a ship matching that description and warp signature. Therein lies the beauty of Lt. Merek's plan. Using the Ion pulse to force them to cloak, will also drop them out of warp. Causing enough chaos and confusion for us to be able to get our folks out without them. So much will be going on in those 3 to 5 seconds, that they won't have much time to be able to handle whatever damage is done by a phaser strike, cloaking, losing shields, and dropping out of warp, all happening simultaneously. The cloak draws too much power, they can't maintain both at the same time. As much as I understand your concerns, Lt. Merek's plan is the smart play and that is the one we are going with." "Their teleporters cleared our ships in less than five seconds, that ship should not be able to do that. We underestimated them once and over 40 people were taken. If we underestimate them again people will die." She responded coldly. "Our shield’s were down. So what, are you saying that hunk of junk can beam 42 people in five seconds and this state of the art ship can’t?” "I'm saying that they were prepared to do such. How I don't know. Is this ship equipped to handle that kind of action." “And yes there is so much more we can learn from the enemy, but I'd rather do so knowing our people are safe and sound. Yes they had the upper hand, because I went with honor rather than being more of a...well... a dick. Had I fired on the Sabers when I knew they were stalling, it had been a different story. Had I followed my gut and fired on the Interceptor, same thing. Yes playing nice, got us this far....but at the same time....well, I'll be honest. Lt. Bracken and I knew going in there was a chance she'd be captured, that's why she was fitted with a tracker. She's not on the Bird of Prey, she was on a different ship, and her tracker is now stationary. Not to mention from the intel we gathered, we know that is where their base is. So the play here is to get our people back. We can worry about information after that, because there is still another play out there. This isn't a hail mary. Sure we're down, but this is the start of the second half, and we get the ball first. And I'm done playing nice. I spent the last year of my life dealing with pirates around the Sol System, I think I've learned a few things about scalliwags." She shook her head. "These aren't pirates. Pirates win some, they lose some, they fight for the highest bidder which means their loyalty is always up for negotiation. These are zealots, battle hardened, their loyalty is absolute and they are willing to die for a cause. These people are far more dangerous. And if they want to hurt or kill every prisoner on that ship because they think it will further their goals. They will do that." “Lieutenant, I say this with all due respect. But I think you are underestimating this crew. We’re talking about seconds, mere seconds, in a moment where they will be forced to go to cloak, their weapon systems will be inoperable, their shields will be down, they will be forced out of warp, compounded with whatever damage we will do to their ship. And you are telling me that you think in all that chaos, in less than five seconds, they will be able to prevent the beaming of our people, when there will be so much other system issues, that it would be a miracle if they can actually punch in any system command in that time frame. We’re talking about seconds. Unless they have an android on board. I don’t see this happening. This is my call, and it’s the right one. If you have an issue with it, put it in a log and file a report. But this is the right play whether you like it or not.” "This is not a game. You take this action, you take any restraint they may have shown. You might destroy the Bird of Prey but you will only allow them to dig deeper. You asked for my advice, you asked for me to give you the credit of my experience when you asked me to join this crew. I'm giving you that now. Just because it worked in the past doesn't mean it will work again. I will file my report as I always do. I just hope and pray that you don't kill what your trying to save." “Lieutenant, I asked for your advice, not your insubordination. Yet you seem to think you’re the smartest in the room. It’s a sound strategy and the right play. I stand to lose more than anyone on this ship if this goes wrong. That is my family, my people over there, and I’m willing to take that chance. I asked for advice not a damn lecture. And I’d appreciate it, in the future, if you had an issue with a course of action that I have decided upon that you pull me aside, rather than belittle my opinion, strategy, and experience in front of the crew. I will not tolerate this insubordination. You are a member of my command staff. I appreciate your advice and alternative solutions, but once I’ve made up my mind, I expect you to dutifully carry out my orders, not give me a lecture and undermine my authority on the bridge. So you can allow me to give my orders and carry out my play or if you’re going to continue to question my orders and decisions, I am going to kindly ask you to remove yourself from my bridge.” "Have you been in these situations before, because I have. Did you not ask for opinions that I have given. I expressed my options openly just because my view differs from the rest of the crew due to my experience does not mean I'm being insubordinate, it means I'm trying to give you all the information so you can make the best choice. If you feel that I am undermining your position fine I will take myself from the bridge. But don't belittle me because you think I have a superiority complex, or because you feel threatened by the rank I once had.” “No, Lieutenant, I think you are being insubordinate because when I asked for your advice, took it into consideration, and made my decision, you proceeded to continue to lecture me on the merits of your position. It has nothing to do with your former rank. It’s that during this entire conversation, you’ve continued to question my order, when it has been made, and caused us to lose valuable time planning. And since you continue to fight me on this, remove yourself from my bridge now. That is an order and it is final.” She eyed Trip now the entire bridge was watching the two. Something tugged within her. She knew Trip made his decision but she couldn't let it go. Everything within her screamed that something was wrong, that the pieces didn't fit. She turned and left toward the turbo lift exiting the bridge. ~This is why I didn't want to come back.~ The thought filled her mind. As she made her way into the lift she called out the deck to her quarters and left the nagging feeling behind. ~ Maybe I shouldn't of come back.~ As Foxglove left Trip stood up and addressed the bridge crew, "If anyone has any issue with the way I handled that, speak with me in my ready room after we're done rescuing our crew." Trip then paused to gather himself and shut off his empathic and telepathic abilities as best he could. He didn't want to know what the others were feeling or thinking. He returned to his seat and sat down. "We're going to go with Merek's plan. As soon as we're in range, we'll send the Ion Pulse, fire as they decloak and in the confusion get our people back. The timing is going to be tight, and we're only going to get one shot at this. Lieutenant Merek, have the transporter technicians account for the fact that my wife is pregnant." Trip paused. "Yes, I said it, we had been keeping it a secret, my wife is pregnant. We can talk about that later too." (reply Merek) "Ravok you and Sleeford make sure our aiming is true, we need to fire right as they're going to cloak to ensure chaos. Aim for key areas but none that will damage the holding cell. Once we get our people back, then fire at will." (reply Ravok) "Lieutenant Cortez, you'll send the ion pulse. It will be done on Lieutenant Merek's mark." (Reply Cortez) Trip then looked at Keira and spoke to her using her first name, "Keira, I'm putting a lot of trust and faith in you. I know your plan is solid. You will coordinate the transporter rooms. We will go on your mark. Once you are ready give the word. Everything will need to domino from there." (Reply Merek) Trip sighed once more, "Oh and Ravok, a lot of this plan depends on chaos." Trip closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "When you want to kill a rattlesnake, you cut of it's head. You feel me." (reply Ravok) "Alright then, how far are we from range?" (reply any) (Reply Ravok, Merek, Cortez, Sleeford, Frost, M'Rurrh, and any who wants to play a bridge npc) (posted by Will and Matt L.) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0747) Even though she tried not to, it was impossible not to hear the conversation going on between a man that she respected and a friend that she had made. Whilst she understood where Jaelle was coming from, the fact of the matter was that it was Trip's call to make. He had the unenviable task of leading them, recovering their crew, his wife and child. The family of some of the crew, friends of others and it fell to him to make that decision. They all signed up knowing that, one day, they might not make it home. But, for now, they needed a united front. As the conversation got more heated, Erin closed her eyes briefly, ~this isn't going to end well~ Not a moment later, Foxglove walked off the bridge. Opening her eyes, Erin glanced down at the tracker data. Anything to keep her eyes from watching what had happened. "Lieutenant Cortez, you'll send the ion pulse. It will be done on Lieutenant Merek's mark." "Aye, Sir." She replied. As she began to ready her station to fire an ion pulse, Erin sighed, ~And this is why I could never be a Command officer.~ she thought to herself. (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter- Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0747) Keira watched the mildly put discussion go back and forth between the CO and the 3O. It wasn’t pretty, but everything was laid out, the culmination of which was Foxglove leaving the bridge, of her own accord. The engineer hated seeing disagreements, no downright arguments between what was once a jovial crew. She silently hoped to herself that it would all smooth out. "We're going to go with Merek's plan. As soon as we're in range, we'll send the Ion Pulse, fire as they decloak and in the confusion get our people back. The timing is going to be tight, and we're only going to get one shot at this. Lieutenant Merek, have the transporter technicians account for the fact that my wife is pregnant." Trip paused. "Yes, I said it, we had been keeping it a secret, my wife is pregnant. We can talk about that later too." ~That’s a twist.~ “I don’t know much about babies, except how they are made.” Keira admitted. “If we make sure that they get a lock on her with one of the main or emergency transporters, any concerns shouldn’t be a problem.” Keira began imputing commands into the transporter system assigning lock priorities to the different stations, and inquiring on the status of the cargo transporter conversion. (Reply Vozi) Trip was giving assignments to other bridge crew ending with the CSO before returning to Keira. "Aye, Sir." Cortez replied and began tapping in commands. Trip then looked at Keira and spoke to her using her first name, "Keira, I'm putting a lot of trust and faith in you. I know your plan is solid. You will coordinate the transporter rooms. We will go on your mark. Once you are ready give the word. Everything will need to domino from there." “Still waiting on the call from the cargo bay that tells me the conversion is complete. Once it is I’ll let you know.” (Reply Any Bridge, Vozi) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter- Bridge - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok& ACTO Ensign sg. Paul Sleeford-0750) During the heated exchange of Lieutenant Foxglove and The captain. Ravok had given a visual cue to Sleeford to be ready to possibly detain the Lieutenant as head of the security teams Sleeford carried a sidearm on him. But thankfully the situation resolved itself. Trip then began giving final orders , going with Keira's plan. After giving order to her, Trip turned to the back of the bridge. "Ravok you and Sleeford make sure our aiming is true, we need to fire right as they're going to cloak to ensure chaos. Aim for key areas but none that will damage the holding cell. Once we get our people back, then fire at will." Ravok nodded his head. " Understood Sir." Turning back to Ravok, Sleeford nodded to the rear screen. “ I have some of the transponder signatures and non moving Bajorian’s which I’m, assuming are our people. There in cells 3,5, and 9. “ Ravok stepped back to Sleeford and took a knee beside him. " Cells 3,5,and 9 ,keep a lock. I have a game plan. Target the communications power supply , it's a half meter below the outer hull. I need you to fire the shot at the appropriate depth relative to our position. I will have to simultaneously remodulate the phaser shot to ensure we don't blast right through the ship." Looking down at Ravok, Sleeford frowned slightly, “It’s going to be tight, if we narrow the beam, we should ok, the problem is going to be the integrity of the hull, as you said the ship is old, the fatigue on the outer plates is going to cause problems.” Standing to allow Ravok to stand, Sleeford pointed to image on the screen,” The area we’re after is here, further aft is the life support systems, my targeting is going to have to be spot on, “ Laughing slightly Sleeford shook his head, “ Nothing like a bit of pressure to improve your aim” Ravok laughed. " A good shot is never easy. " Sleeford smiled, “Oh a good shot is simple, a great shot however….” As Sleeford and Ravok were strategizing Trip said "Oh and Ravok, a lot of this plan depends on chaos….When you want to kill a rattlesnake, you cut of it's head. You feel me." Ravok looked at Sleeford and smiled. " I'll fire on their bridge." He whispered. He knew right and well what Trip was asking of them. “If my memory serves, if the neck of a warbird is damaged, theres a bulkhead that closes off the engineering section, it should give us a few additional seconds to get our people.” " After you fire the first shot I'll hit the bridge and neck. At the same time transporters will be filling up with people.Could get dicey" Ravok warned. “I’ll detail security to the transporter rooms and the cargo bays, just in case some of our ‘friends’ decide to come visit” Ravok nodded " Sounds like a good idea , if I've ever one . " He said with a smile of confidence , Ravok felt good with Sleefords input. It was reassuring. ( reply Any on bride if you want ) ( posted By Alistair and Rob ) (USS Exeter- Bridge - ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 0751) Trinity had stayed silent throughout the conversation, and the drama on the Bridge. Her attention was laser focussed on her piloting, sure, they weren't flying at fifty foot through a canyon like she’d been doing a month or two ago, but she was always this keyed up when in any kind of helm. “Sirs.” She called across the Bridge. “That is going to be a shot in a million, contact-1 is far more manouverable than we are the second you take that shot they figure out what you’re doing and then we have issues.'' The importance of what she was saying was instilled in the subtle understatement. (Reply Bridge) “They don’t have me flying.” She continued, the confidence in herself absolute. “Sirs, I’m the best bluelight pilot in the entire galaxy, cut me loose, I’ll fly this baby manual...You’ll get your shot. Captain, if you can name one instance that I wasn’t textbook then so help me I’ll let the computer fly this boat for the rest of my career.” (Reply Trip, any on Bridge) (Posted by Mark(SPC)) (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil & CSO – Dr. Fave Itel – 0758) Turil drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair in a rhythmic pattern. He despised waiting, feeling helpless. ~The Fire should have returned by now.~ “What’s the status of the Fire?” he asked impatiently. “Scanning now.” Itel said. “She’s delayed. Plans indicate she should be at warp 7, but she’s at an all stop and beginning to cloak.” “Something’s wrong,” Turil stated. “She should be able to cloak and move.” “What would happen if someone activated the cloaking device with out their knowledge?” the scientist proposed. “If that happened would the device pull from power reserves, or the power already in the system?” “Klingon ships are designed to conserve power for combat uses. It wouldn’t pull power that could be used for weapons, or shields.” Turil responded. “…but safeties for the cloaking device wouldn’t allow either to be used while cloaking, it would give away their position.” Itel finished the thought, and his hypothesis. “Helm! Increase speed!” Turil ordered. “We’re going the maximum safe speed. We go any faster she’ll start to shake apart,” the Helm warned. “Shake her apart then! I said increase speed.” Turil bellowed. “Increasing speed…” the pilot said, and as if on cue, everyone could feel a tremor in the deck plates. (Reply Exeter, BoP) (Posted by Todd) NPC Atho Turil, Dr. Fave Itel (USS Exeter- Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0758) (Reply Vozi) Keira tapped her combadge, “cargo bay, this is Merek, go ahead.” (Reply Vozi) “Yes, I understand. The bypasses give us one attempt at using the cargo transporters in such a way. Good work. Merek out,” she said, and closed the channel. “Sir, all transporter systems are on standby.” (Reply Trip) “Acknowledged.” She responded. “Helm, close to inside twenty five thousand kilometers.” (Reply Helm) “Lieutenant Cortez are you ready to initiate ionic pulse?” Keira asked. (Reply Cortez) “Tactical, lock weapons on targets. Prepare to lower forward shields.” Keira warned. (Reply Ravok, Sleeford) “Good. Lieutenant Cortez, initiate ionic pulse. Tactical lower forward shields.” Keira ordered. (Reply Cortez, Ravok, Sleeford) The viewscreen showing the aft section of the bird of prey closing. The image now began to shimmer as the cloaking device was activated. “Good work Erin. Initiating transport algorithms. Tactical, start the party.” (Reply Bird of Prey, Ravok, Sleeford) The coiled spring that was the bridge sprung into a storm of activity. Keira did her best to shut it out and concentrate on transporting everyone. (Reply Bird of Prey detainees to Transporter Rooms 1, 2, E-Trans 1, 2, or Cargo bay) Keira saw the damage sensors go off in the cargo bay indicating minimal damage. (Reply Vozi) “Forty souls rescued from the belly of the bird.” Keira reported. “Two personnel missing; Lt. Bracken and Dr. Reyelle.” (Reply Trip, Bird of Prey) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter- Cargo Bay One – Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vosi– 0759) Galu looked over at Kryx. “I hope this works.” (Reply Kryx) He nodded and tapped his comm badge. “Lieutenant Merek this is Cargo bay.” ==Cargo bay, this is Merek, go ahead== “Sir we have done the modification that you have asked for. I would not recommend doing this more than once sir.” ==Yes, I understand. The bypasses give us one attempt at using the cargo transporters in such a way. Good work. Merek out== Galu replaced the hatch and stepped back. “This is either going to go well or horribly wrong.” He moved over to the cargo transporter controls and waited. He hated to wait although he knew that the bridge crew were preparing for the attack and working as fast as they could he still hated waiting. He felt the ship shudder at what he guessed was return fire from the Bird of Pray. The console in front of him flashed into light as the algorithm activated. As he watched he was the computer identify the persons for the cargo transporter and locked on. He heard the familiar whine of the transporter system activating and watched as the people emerged onto the transport pads. There was a shrill warning from the console. “Quick everyone off the transporter pad.” He saw a power surge danced across the now empty transporter pad and the whole transporter system lose power and go dark. “Well that`s going to take some time to fix.” He tapped his commbadge “Lieutenant Merek this is Cargo bay. Crew accounted for but the transport system is down and will need repairs.” (Reply Merek IYW) He looked at the returned crew. “Could you please make your way to sickbay. They want to give you all a checkup.” (Reply any of the returning crew) (Reply Kryx, Merek, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter- Bridge – ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost – 0759) “Acknowledged.” Merek responded, then called across the Bridge to her. “Helm, close to inside twenty five thousand kilometers.” “Acknowledged. Closing in…” Trinity tapped a number of buttons on the console. “Current distance thirty thousand kilometers and closing. Changing approach vector to optimal.” Moments later the distance to target changed on her display. Trinity called out across the Bridge. “Inside 25k. Distance to target is 24500 kilometers….Now! Holding vector and distance.” (Reply any, (none needed as rescue already performed) (Posted by Mark (SPC)) (USS Exeter- Bridge – aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 0800) Ravok stood ready to carry out Keiras command. "Tactical, lock weapons on targets. Prepare to lower forward shields.” Keira warned. " Aye Sir " Ravok responded. “Good. Lieutenant Cortez, initiate ionic pulse. Tactical lower forward shields.” Keira ordered Ravok dropped forward shields. " Tactical, start the party.” Keora ordered. " Now Ensign! " Ravok commanded Sleeford. ( reply Sleeford) As Sleeford opened fire Ravok simultaneously adjusted the beam power of the phaser and fired 2 well placed shots at their bridge. Causing a substantial hull breach on the bridge of the Bird of prey. Sleeford's shot was dead on , an almost impossible strike. All this within a few seconds. Ravok watched as the transporters lit up with biomimetic signatures of the crew. The bird of prey had opened fire , causing minimal damage to the cargo bay. Futile shots didn't matter , Ravok fired two photon torpedos at the shieldless bird of prey just as soon as the last bit of the ship started to become cloaked. ( reply Sleeford) ( posted by Rob Davis) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0801) “Lieutenant Cortez are you ready to initiate ionic pulse?” Merek asked. Tapping her combadge, Erin replied, “Ready and waiting.” As another set of orders was issued, Erin’s finger hovered over the console, ready to initiate the Ionic pulse. ~please let this work.~ “Good. Lieutenant Cortez, initiate ionic pulse. Tactical lower forward shields.” Keira ordered. Erin pressed her console and turned to the view screen to see bird of prey decloaking. A smile flittered onto her face. ~Got them. Now bring our crew home, Merek.~ “Good work Erin. Initiating transport algorithms. Tactical, start the party.” As the shots were fired both from the Exeter and at them, Erin took a deep breath and watched the trackers signals. Two of which materialised in the cargo bay. The third, Blue, stayed steady where it had been. ~Damn it. ~ Erin thought to herself, not knowing exactly who that particular tracker was in. Over the comm, it soon became clear. “Forty souls rescued from the belly of the bird. Two personnel missing; Lt. Bracken and Dr. Reyelle.” Closing her eyes, relief for the missing crew that had been recovered washed over her. Then the thought, one that she had hoped that she would not have. ~Ailynn…. She’s still down there.~ (Reply Any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Transporter Room 2 - ACFO Ensign SG Ronnie Winters 0801) As Ronnie materialized on the Exeter she smiled with joy. The ordeal was over. She looked around and saw Ash was in the same transporter room as she was. "Well looks like be made it back mu.." she caught herself almost calling Ash mum. Which she was, from an alternate timeline, that Ronnie may or may not have . "Muam. Ma'am. Looks like we're back. Not sure why I'm calling you ma'am but you are the captain's wife, does kind of make you important." (reply Ash) "We should get you to sickbay, just to make sure everything is fine and what not. Given the big news." (reply Ash) "Though as we head that way, might be a good idea to let the big guy know you are alive and well." (Reply ash) (reply Ash, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Bridge - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford 08:02) Standing at the reconfigured rear tactical station, Sleeford had selected manual targeting, trusting his own judgement rather then the lightning fast computer systems. Tactical, lock weapons on targets. Prepare to lower forward shields.” Keira warned As the order came, Sleeford ran his fingers over the targeting scanner, adjusting the targeted spot minutely, when he was ready he took a deep breath and slowly released it, ready he waited for the order to fire. " Tactical, start the party.” Keora ordered. " Now Ensign! " Ravok commanded Sleeford. Pressing the firing control Sleeford fired the narrow beam at the Bird of prey, feeling the ship shudder Sleeford turned to see the over ship, fire a second shot. Watching as Ravok fires a brace of torpedoes at the ancient Klingon vessel, tapping his badge he called the security department to arrange the details for escort duties. “Sleeford to security, escort details to transporter rooms 1,2 & 3, cargo bay 1 & 2, side arms only.” (Replies More & Smith) As the reports came in, it became clear that not everyone had been recovered, the call from the transporter rooms had Sleeford’s heart sink, two where still missing. Forty souls rescued from the belly of the bird. Two personnel missing; Lt. Bracken and Dr. Reyelle.” Closing his eyes Sleeford took a breath it was now a ground mission, something he had trained for, something that could and usually did go strategically wrong and quickly. Reviewing his options for personal had Sleeford realising his options where limited, other then Sytuk and a couple of ex marines, none of the security department had the training to make a land assault. (Reply More & Smith) (Posted by Alistair) (Flames of Retribution- Holding Cells – CFO - Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0804) “I wonder what we are getting for breakfa…..” Ire paused as the klaxon screamed through the ship. “What the he….” The floor heaved hard and he held onto the bulkhead for support. He looked over at Vesper and Nix as he pulled himself upright as power to the holding cells went out. ~Exeter~ He felt the grip of the transport beam as holding cell dissolved in front of him (posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter- Transporter Room 1 – SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 0805) As Nix materialized on the Exeter he looked around. There were a few crew members he did not know around him. He did not see Ire, but he assumed that he was probably beamed to another location on the Exeter. But he did notice the CMO, who was still a bit groggy coming off of the sedative that Nix had given him in the middle of the night. "Don't worry doctor, I got you." Nix said helping him walk slowly off the transporter pad. "No need to panic. We're back on the Exeter." (reply Vesper) "No more walls closing in, just the open spaces of well, the corridors of a starship, but it's much better than a cell am I right?" (reply Vesper) (reply Vesper, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter- Shooting range – Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More – 08:05) Stan opened up the hand Phaser and looked inside. Just then the deck gave a slight shudder. “ We have gone to warp.” Said another Security Officer “ No we’ve been attacked.” Piped in a second “ Are yer nay kin. That’s our wee photon torpedoes being fired. If we was at warp the vibration would be in the wall. Best ye remember that.” Stan said poking his finger inside the open Phaser casing. “ What for? It just means Engineering need.....” He began “ Yer wear the yellow of a security officer and yer ask why is it important why is it important to distinguish the different vibrations? What if the Exeter was hijacked? The hijackers said you will not be harmed. You give yer self up and they take you to the transporter room. Tell me would yer nay want to know if the ship was at warp. Do yer know what happens to someone who is beamed off a vessel while it is at warp?” Stan asked “ If the ship has matched the other... “ he began. “ What if there is nay other ship....I’ll tell yer. You’d be liquefied in seconds. A red blob floating until yer hit a solid object. Then you would shatter.” Stan said smiling as the officer hurried away , looking sickly. “ You should not tease people” The remaining Officer said. “ I was telling the truth.” Stan said ( Reply , No one ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter- Firing range - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 08:06 ) Stan closed up the hand Phaser and pointed it towards the target. He pressed the firing button. This time the beam hit the target dead on. Then his comm. badge chirped. “Sleeford to security, escort details to transporter rooms 1,2 & 3, cargo bay 1 & 2, side arms only.” Stan began to run as soon as Sleefords voice stopped. “ On my way to Transporter room One “ He reported. (Replies Smith) (posted by Norman) (USS Exeter- Cargo Bay One – Engineer – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams – 0807) Ire felt the release of the transporter beam as his surroundings came back into focus. He found himself standing in the cargo bay of the Exeter and suddenly felt disorientated and dizzy. ~Ow I feel so rough~ “Quick everyone off the transporter pad.” His legs obeyed the order as he cleared the transporter pad. He lent against a cargo container as he got his bearings and the dizziness settled. ~Ow this is the reason why we don`t use cargo transporters on humans~ “Could you please make your way to sickbay. They want to give you all a checkup.” Ire nodded at the instructions and began to headed for the door. ~Wait Greta. Where is she~ “Computer please locate Ensign Greta Smith?” [Ensign Smith is in Torpedo Storage] ~Then that`s where I am going~ As he exited the cargo bay he felt his dizziness dissipate. He needed to see Greta to make sure that she was okay. He turned away from the direction of sickbay and began to run. (Reply Vesper, Nix, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter, Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0808) Keira watched as the weapons fire from the Exeter struck true on the old Klingon war vessel. During her childhood she became very familiar with the B’Rel design and learned to appreciate certain patterns. “Sir, the Klingon vessel is losing structural integrity and antimatter containment, we’ve rescued our people but all the crews of the Sabers who have already surrendered are still on board.” She called out. (Reply Trip) “We’d have to drop out of warp. That’s a lot of people to beam rapidly, especially at warp.” She answered. (Reply Trip) “In the hold they may not know enough to get to escape pods in-time. They will now be with out shields so the brigs will open too. All they will need to know is to start heading to escape pods. We could start beaming in from the center, those farthest away from the escape pods,” Keira said. “Put them right back in our make-shift brig.” (Reply Trip) “Klingon systems are not the most secure. I might be able to tap into a non-vital system like their internal public address system. Give them all a warning.” (Reply Trip) Keira hoped silently that there was still enough power left in the BoP’s systems to do what she was about to try. Her fingers danced across the controls attempting to gain access. After a few long seconds went by. “Got it!” She exclaimed. “Channel open,” she said then spoke into the open channel. “Crew and passengers of the Bird of Prey, this is the Chief Engineer on board the Exeter. Your ship is breaking apart as we speak, it is lost. You need to make your way to the escape pods on your vessel. We will attempt to transport people off as fast as we can, but in the time we have there are too many. Hurry to the escape pods, you don’t have much time.” (Reply Trip, Bridge, BoP) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter- Transporter room one - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 08:10 ) Stan wondered if he was the correct person. For their newly rescued crew members to see.He saw Nix helping Vesper More was shocked. By the Doctors appearance. What had those soulless sassenach‘s done to him? “ Do you need assistants or will you be able to walk to Sickbay?” Stan asked as gently as he could. ( Reply , Nix , Vespers ) “ Please If you need help all you have to do is ask.” Stan said ( Reply , Nix , Vespers ) “ I am afraid everyone has to go Sickbay. Sorry. It’s just a routine precaution.” Stan replied ( Reply , Nix , Vespers ) “ Were just here to help you. We fully understand you have all been through a bad experience. Please believe me we are not here to harass you.” Stan said keeping calm. ( Reply, Nix and Vespers ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter – Corridor – CFO Lieutenant Ire Williams - 0811 ) He ran as fast and as flat out as he could along the corridor. He remembered a comment from one of his tutors about the decorum of being an officer. That one should not run among many things, but he did not care. He had to get to the torpedo bay and he did not care who saw him run, he had more important things to do. ~Where the hell was Torpedo storage. I really need to spend more time orienting myself to the ship rather than just the bridge and the shuttle bays~ He side stepped two crewmen in his head long charge towards his destination. (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0815) Ewan was triaging the influx of the abducted ship’s crew into sickbay and was making sure that there was a proper tally of everyone that came into sickbay. He had started counting at ten as a mass casualty incident was called which meant that all the medical trained staff from other parts of the ship were sent to sickbay. He had seen Dr Poldan and Dr Jamison begin to assess the crew along with the Wakeman the now stressed looking intern. He had though he had spotted one or both of the consolers but he was not sure with the mass of people in sickbay. He had seen the CMO arrive and been whisked off to be assessed. If they could clear him for duty it would help release some of the pressure but that was not his decision. He scrutinized his PADD and frowned. ~That can’t be right~ He scrutinized it again before scanning the crowd. He found the person he was looking for and crossed the busy sickbay to her. “Ensign Drake.” She was the Head Nurse in Sickbay and so his direct superior so he would show her this first. (Reply Drake) He showed her the data on the PADD. “I have gone through the information from the bridge and the patient tags we have here. The bridge says that 42 crew were taken. Only 39 have reported to sickbay. I am missing Lieutenants Braken and Williams as well as Dr Ryelle.” (Reply Drake) “Lieutenant Brake and Dr Ryelle have not returned on board and the computer says that Lieutenant Williams is near the Torpedo Storage. Do you want me to go and bring him to sickbay?” (Reply Drake) (Reply Drake, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter –Torpedo Storage – CFO Lieutenant Ire Williams & Ensign Greta Smith - 0817 ) Ire just managed to slide past the still opening doors of Torpedo Storage as he charged through. He scanned the room hurriedly noticing an Ensign working at a console as he tried to find her. It was her, she was facing away from him looking at data on a console. ~Oh thank the Prophets she’s okay~ Sighing heavily, the numbers that she was looking at were all melting into one long stream of data. Rubbing the back of her neck, she sat up slowly and stretched. She knew they were still nearby the bird of prey but there had been no news of the hostages, of Ire. Working on the torpedoes, cataloging and making sure they were all in prime condition had actually helped. The order needed had stopped her from worrying about Ire too much. He was about to step over to Greta when an Ensign looked over at him. “Can I help you Sir.” Ire pulled his eyes away from Greta and looked at the Ensign. “No thank you Ensign.” He turned back to Greta. Hearing the voice, Greta sat up straight and froze. ~it…. Sounded like ire…~ Almost scared to turn around she closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Ire?" He smiled at her as he stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her embracing her in a hug. “It's me. I am here. I am safe.” If you asked Greta years later when she had started to shake, even then she couldn't tell you. Shaking badly, fighting to contain her emotions, she sank into Ire, wrapping her arms around him and burying her head in his chest, "You're here? When…. You should be in sickbay. " “I will but I needed to see you first. I had to make sure you were okay.” Looking up into his eyes, Greta smiled softly, touched his face with her hand and kissed him softly, "Go. Get checked out. I'm…. " she paused, knowing she would have to tell him what happened on the base. “You okay?” He frowned slightly as he looked at her seeing that there were things troubling her. "Ire, go. Before you get reprimanded for skipping sickbay. " He made a promise to make sure that they were able to sit down and talk about what happened. “Okay I`ll be back as soon as I can okay.” "Okay… " she smiled and kissed him softly again. He smiled at her as he reluctantly turned and headed towards Sickbay. (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie and robbie) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<