USS Spectre Compile - September 1st-30th 2014 by Alan Reading ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two – Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.15 (USS Spectre - Security Station FoxTrot - TAC/ASC Ensign Frost - 21:48) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 22:25) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Porsa - 22:27) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 22:34) (USS Spectre - Medical - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 22:58) (USS Spectre - Medical - Emergency Medic, Ops Officer Sestan - 23:03) (USS Spectre - Medical, surgery - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 23:06) (USS Spectre - Deck 4, Science Lab 3 - ACMO Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 23:08) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:32) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 23:35) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 23:42) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:44) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO, Andrew Williams - 23:47) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:49) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:55) (USS Spectre - Engineering, PSE Shayne Cody - 23:57) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:57) (USS Spectre - The Main Deflector Dish - The Signal - 23:59) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineering Officer, Ensign Scott Smith - 23:59) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:59) ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.10.16 (ATV Garallon - Bridge - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 00:00) (USS Spectre - Engineering - PSE Shayne Cody - 00:00) (ATV Garallon - Arboretum - Academy Cadets Porsa and Kurrik - 00:01) (USS Spectre - Outside Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:01) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:02) (USS Spectre - En-route to Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg)Remae Ktell - 00:04) (ATV Garallon - Arboretum - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 00:05) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:05) (ATV Garallon - Corridor - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 00:06) (USS Spectre - Outside Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:07) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO Captain T'Vhor - 00:08) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:10) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:12) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Security Officer Ens Fairfield - 00:13) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Academy Cadets Twinnings - 00:15) (USS Spectre - Deflector Dish - PSE Shayne Cody - 00:15) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Academy Cadets Porsa and Kurrik - 00:16) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 00:17) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO. LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:20) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Security Officer Ens Fairfield - 00:21) ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.15 (USS Spectre - Security Station FoxTrot - TAC/ASC Ensign Frost - 21:48) "The other Betazoids aboard are doing a shielding technique that Dr. Mias had from another ship to help. The Captain can apparently do it well enough to help, but I can't. I tried and I wasn't able to shield even myself. I'm not really sure what to do. I need to go and take a lookat the results of the experiments if the Arboretum is fixed. Would...maybe you like to have dinner in ten-forward after we get out of this hell?" "Dinner would be good." Will replied with a smile. "Whenever we get out of this hell. Get a good chance to unwind." Will then paused, "Do you have to go back right now?" (reply Riya) "I, uh, my feel, I feel like I'm slipping, mentally, and I uh could use someone to talk to a bit." (reply Riya) "I just, I've always been able to focus, but I can't right now. I'm slipping, I'm off my game, have been for awhile, and this hell hole is making it worse." (reply Riya) (reply Riya) (posted by Will B) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 22:25) "A time shift?" "So how does that equate with people walking right through me? And why didn't we all shift together, thus 'staying' together?" "Come to think of it, who turned on the lights? I guess that was Kurrik as well, was it?" Twinnings shrugged. “I think so We have not seen any one else on board.” "Stupid Vulcan", she mused, "Incidentally, has he found his Mothers damned recipe yet?"... Twinnings grinned. “No not yet but at least he is not chasing around for it.” He paused and looked at the door to ten forward. “Well I hope not.” He gave tired sigh before looking back at Porsa. “You said that people walked right thought you do you know who they might have been and where they were going?” (Reply Porsa) (Posted by Robbie) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Porsa - 22:27) “You said that people walked right though you, do you know who they might have been and where they were going?”, asked Twinnings, trying is level best now to try and make some sense of Porsa's illogical outbursts. Even as a non-Vulcan he could appreciate that what she was saying seemed absurd, but then if this place in which they had found themselves had a name other than a simple 'Void', then it's middle name might actually be absurd. Porsa was evidently still troubled by the last five or so hours being effectively alone on the ship and it showed in her voice, which even now was breaking. "Marines", she answered, "they looked like Starfleet Marines. But, how could that be?" (Reply Twinnings) Porsa pondered further. If they were Marines, then they must surely have arrived from a nearby ship, and that might mean rescue... "Twinnings, whenyou were outside on the hull looking for Plommik soup with Kurrik?", she began, "you didn't see another ship did you?" (Reply Twinnings) Tellarites? Well, no Starfleet Marine detail had ever arrived on a Tellarite freighter, that much was for sure. "No other ships?", she asked, hopeful that perhaps Starfleet were already there to save them from certain death. (Reply Twinnings) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Ten Forward - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 22:34) "They looked like Starfleet Marines. But, how could that be?" Twinnings thought about that before he spoke. “It could be a rescue party which has found the Garallon?” "Twinnings, when you were outside on the hull looking for Plommik soup with Kurrik?", "you didn't see another ship did you?" “Yeh we did it was a Tellarite freighter but there was no sign of starfleet ship.” "No other ships?" “You never know that one may have turned up resently?” (Reply Porsa IYW ) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Medical - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 22:58) "As you requested Doctor. Is there anything else you wish before I break out the neural stabilizers?" Andrew scanned the moniters one more time and then glanced at Riven before looking back at Sestan. “No go for it. we will keep an eye on what happens.” He felt a presens at his side and turned to see Michaella at his shoulder. "Andrew I can help, I promise. Not many know, but we are Bonded." Andrew thought for a moment before answering. She was a highly qualified doctor and should be able to keep her self detached. “Okay.” Alot was said in that one word and he hoped that he would regret his desigion. He looked back at the information that wasappearing on the moniters. "I sense him again. The sense of him flickered for several moments, too many. He hurts, the pain is mainly in his legs." Michaella said quickly and Andrew nodded as he took the information in. "I'm taking some of the pain." "I don't think he can respond to me telepathically. That sense of him is behind the pain, and is flickering inside me." He placed a reasuring hand on her arm. "Doctor Williams I rescind my earlier comment, in my estimation her presence is both logical and reasonable." He looked over at Sestan and nodded a flicker of a smile passed his lips. "This is not a Void delusion. The pain is real. Something is very wrong with my Bonded." Andrew nodded and spoke calmly. “Okay what do you think is happening and what can we do to help? the physical pain we can deal with.” He looked over at Sestan. “Increase the pain killers lets see if that will at least help at bit.” (Reply Sestan) He looked back at Michaella “What can we do?” (Reply Michaella) (Reply Michaella, Sestan, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Medical - Emergency Medic, Ops Officer Sestan - 23:03) “No go for it. we will keep an eye on what happens.” The Vulcan nodded and opened a drawer contained in the wall at the head of the bed and took out a small electronic device and affixed it to the base of the man's neck after turning his head slightly. Often called a neural inhibitor it had differing uses one of which was to sift out selected electrical signals from the brain to suppress temporarily undesired neural functions. The other major usage of the equipment was to dampen unwanted neural input such as that from overloaded pain receptors. The device could be devastatingly effective but it would take time to calibrate properly to the patient's neural network as its default setting was at or near human norms. The doctor was inquiring of Michaella how they could be more helpful to the mind healer as the Vulcan was activating the unit. “Increase the pain killers, lets see if that will at least help a bit.” Sestan looked up from his work and gave a slight nod. The pain suppressant could be harmful at too high a dose so it would have to be stepped up and carefully monitored continuously should this process be repeated twice more. Sestan increased the intravenous dosage by a factor of one half and turned his eyes to the patient's life signs as he spoke. "The dosage has been increased as ordered." (Reply: Williams, Michaella) As they spoke between themselves he returned his attention to the neural inhibitor and began the calibration process which would have to be finalized when the patient was awake and coherent. (Reply: Williams, Michaella, any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Spectre - Medical, surgery - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 23:06) "The dosage has been increased as ordered." Andrew looked back to Sestan and nodded. “Good lets see what that does.” (Reply: Sestan, Michaella) He looked at the monitor showing Riven’s vital signs and then back to Riven. ~Come on we need you back on your feet~ He saw that the drugs were at least relieving some of his physical pain. he looked over at Michaella. “Can you sense if its having any effect?” (Reply Michaella) (Reply: Sestan, Michaella, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck 4, Science Lab 3 - ACMO Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 23:08) "Why don't you take a moment to collect yourself." The Lieutenant stated then asked for Angeni's help with something Angeni nodded quickly and she took a few deep breaths before going over to the Lieutenant. She spoke with him quietly and as she did, the smell of Jake's sandwich wafted over to her. It smelled like heaven and it probably tasted like...her thoughts drifted off, down into the gutter, as she crossed her arms over her chest, slipping her hands into her armpits as her body made a natural move to warm itself. She was accustomed to feeling chilly in the rooms that held the ship's most sensitive instruments. While the rooms were no longer kept at what felt like Artic temperatures like in the twenty-first century, they were still a few degrees off normal to keep the sensitive instruments in balance. What struck her as odd was when she noticed the CSO shivering. Angeni barely had time to process it when the CSO spoke. "Is it a little chilly in here?" Angeni nodded. "I thought it was just me. I'm always just south of comfortable." She turned back to Palmer and as she exhaled, she noticed her breath fogging up the air. She felt her body give an involuntary shudder as she felt the temperature drop drastically again. "I swear...I didn't touch anything..." She reached over to set her now ice cold mug of tea down on the table and her hand brushed the metal. It was so cold it felt hot. She pulled her hand back quickly, holding onto it in shock. She looked at her mug and she raised an eyebrow as she saw little white crystals slowly cascade down and land on the handle. She reached out, letting a fat snowflake land in the palm of her hand. She was beginning to wonder just how sane she really was. "It's... It's.. Snowing..." spoke Jake. "I'm glad it's not just me...I thought I was seriously losing it." She followed Jake's gaze over to Palmer. He was trembling. She removed her lab coat and draped it over his shoulders. It wasn't much, but it was enough to help a bit. She pulled out her tricorder, scanning the ambient temperature. The initial reading she got was 10 degrees Celsius, but before she could put it away, the temperature dropped another five degrees. Soon, it would be too cold to snow. She listened as Jake relayed the fact that the temperature flux wasn't just isolated to their little slice of paradise. The medical staff was going to be swamped with both hypo and hyperthermic patients! Angeni felt so out of her element; to be an officer, she was required to have a very rudimentary working knowledge of every major department on the ship. It was enough knowledge to keep her from hurting herself or her companions, but not enough to be useful. She wrung her hands nervously, intrusive thoughts creeping into her mind. She wondered just who she would be able to talk to once the mission was over; Riven was right out as the had, in a way, consumated their physical relationship which barred her from seeking his help on a professional level and his...whatever she was...probably wouldn't be a good choice either. Her cheeks bristled and the green goblin of jealously danced through her mind. One thing she noticed about the void was that it magnified any and all emotions tenfold. The slight jealousy that would have barely been a blip on her radar was now forefront in her mind. She had to remind herself thay it was a decision she made years ago and can't be undone. She emerged from her thoughts as Jake left the room. She glanced over at Palmer. "I guess we should wait here for the FO..." (Reply Jake, Palmer) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:32) The assembled deflector team was running out of time; following their Captain’s timeline, they were going to be leaving the void with or without the crew of the Garallon very soon. The FO had paused his work on the dish power encoding to hear the comments of the Crewman, but her direct senior had the matter well in hand and he listened with approval. “We have to get out of the Void and to do that we have to communicate with the Garallon. We have no other workable options.", said Ensign Haltom. “Think of it this way, if the deflector does overload, we’ll never know that we screwed up.”, he said stepping away from the console and into one of the only spare spaces in the room. He gave permission to the duty breakdown as offered by Jake giving him a moment to issue a few extra orders... he touched his commbadge. “Remae to Bridge, bring the ship around to...”, he said pausing for a moment to look at a spare console, “153 mark 17, thrusters only. Point our nose directly towards the Garallon.”, he ordered. It was the best chance that their signal, with all its strength would smash into the Garallon. From their current angle, they would have almost a full view of their dish. That was the target. “Bridge, take us to Red Alert.”, he ordered and within moments, the alarm klaxons were going off. He just put the entire ship on notice of something substantial was about to occur and he wanted everyone to be ready. The transfer circuits were beneath his fingers and said, “Ready to transfer auxiliary power to the dish.” The Spectre was turning slowly and through the small window, in the distance, a metallic shape came into view, the Garallon. (Reply from Bridge, The Deflector Party People) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 23:35) Jake knew he didn't have a lot of time but he was working as carefully as possible and the handful of power transfer units laying on the floor had stopped growing. "Start passing me the 1.3 giga joule units in pairs." (Reply: Hannah) He took the fortified opti/iso blocks from her and began snapping the first one into place with a relieved sigh. He had gotten a rude awakening on the reality of their situation not long into their task when he had pulled a 500 mega joule unit out which had been marred by a visible hairline crack. The units had no visible wiring but were activated by photons which were carried in the isolinear control system hence the 'optical' moniker at the forefront of their designation. The units themselves were designed to isolate differing functions until receiving a signal which would allow power flow. "I hope these work as advertised," he grated as he snapped in the second and took another pair from her hands as he moved to the next node. "... at least we know we have fully working units. Before the originals are reinstalled I want them fully tested to see if any more are bad." He didn't need to mention that had the cracked one been used it would likely have failed ... catastrophically. (Reply: Hannah) "Take a couple of sets to the other nodes and work back toward me." He stooped and grabbed the rest as she left and got back to work. (Reply: Hannah) He was closing up his last node as the red alert klaxon started sounding and he hurried to where Remae was working his magic. He didn't see Hannah yet but hoped she was finished since the .... was about to hit the fan. (Reply: Hannah, Any in Deflector Control) (Posted by Charles) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 23:42) "Physically, good" Andrew nodded. "mentally however, I cannot say the same. I am experiencing periods of detachment that are compromising my ability to command." Andrew paused for a moment before asking the next question.. “Okay what do you think has brought this on?” "It would appear that the void has... affected me... to the point that I am fearful that I can no longer continue to command the ship" Andrew nodded. “Do not worry Captian there are a few techneques that we can use that will at least help until we get out of the void. Once we get you base line comparison back we can start working on them.” "Andrew. Is Doctor Riven alright?" Andrew paused for a moment. “From what we can gather Dr Riven has had some sort of problem with his immune system. It was attacking parts of his own nervous system. We are trying to sort out the problem but it appears to be more complicated then we first thought. With Dr Kirien we should be able to treat the problem but at the moment we are running tests and keeping his pain under control.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:44) Andrew had seemed pensive in his reply regarding Riven's condition. Perhaps because he didn't want to put the already frayed mind of the Captain under anymore stress than was necessary, if indeed he could do. Laying there upon the biobed though the Captain himself glanced once again over at the man in question, taking in the moving indicators on the panel above him and knowing enough about anatomy to realise that most of his functions were appreciatively down. It certainly didn't look good, but both Williams and Kirian were seemingly on the ball so to speak. "Is there anything that you can do right now to get my back on the bridge?", he asked in response to the Doctors comment on baseline comparisons, "or will I have to wait for those results before I can get back to getting us out of this place?" (Reply Williams) Both men then glanced to the wall, the alert klaxon sounding and bathing the immediate vicinity in a pulsing red light as the ship went to red alert! The Captain stabbed at his combadge... "Captain to the bridge", he said, a growing and un-vulcan urgency to his voice now. (Reply Bridge) So the plan had begun. The ship was coming about to begin the attempt to communicate with the stricken Garallon, and the Captain knew that things might go bad very quickly so with that in mind, he made to get up only to be immediately stopped by Williams. NRPG: Assuming a typical medical response here... RPG: (Reply Williams) "I need to be on the bridge", said the Captain, just as his body indicated otherwise by falling backwards onto the bed, his head spinning wildly as a result of whatever mess the void was making of his synaptic network. (Reply Williams) The Captain capitulated. Clearly he was in no condition right now to sit in the centre seat and he could only hope that Remae had things under control. A somewhat stupid notion considering that the Bajoran had once commanded the ship himself as her CO! The Spectre WAS in good hands of course. That went without saying. T'Vhor exhaled heavily as he tried to focus again. Then he nodded to Williams. "Please be prompt with those baseline comparisons, Andrew. I cannot remain here like this for too much longer" he urged. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO, Andrew Williams - 23:47) "Is there anything that you can do right now to get my back on the bridge?", "or will I have to wait for those results before I can get back to getting us out of this place?" “There are a couple of things that I can do now but the results will give it a better effect.” He glanced to the wall as the alert klaxon sounding and bathing the immediate vicinity in a pulsing red light as the ship went to red alert. He saw T’Vhor stabbed at his combadge as Andrew turned to the montier. ~Need to sort something quickly~ He saw T’Vhor beginning to get up from the bio-bed and he knew if he did not stop him now he would never keep him here before he went to the Bridge. “Captain you can’t go yet!” "I need to be on the bridge", Andrew nodded. “That I understand but at least let me get you some thing before you collapse again.” "Please be prompt with those baseline comparisons, Andrew. I cannot remain here like this for too much longer" Andrew nodded as he tapped the console beside the bio-bed as he computer combined the data. He grabbed a hypospray and a neural monitor. “The hypospray will help with the physical effects and the neural monitor will will hopefully dampen down the other effects. if you have any problems please let me know.” (reply T’Vhor) He injected the medication and then fitted the neural monitor behind T’Vhor’s ear. “I would suggest that you should stay here and rest for a bit as it takes effect but that’s not going to be possible.” He gave a slight smile. “Just try not to push yourself Captain.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor, any) (Posted by Robbie) Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.15 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:49) "...if you have any problems please let me know.”, said the Doctor, his words only half registering within the shredded mind of a Captain that had been filled with only one goal. Protect the ship and crew at all cost... T'Vhor nodded to Williams as he stood, steadying himself with a hand upon Williams shoulder, the Doctor himself holding the hypospray to the Vulcan hybrids skin and then releasing it with a characteristic 'hiss' prior to attaching a neuro monitor in order to keep tabs on things should they go awry. "I would suggest that you should stay here and rest for a bit as it takes effect, but that’s not going to be possible" Said Williams, clearly understanding that the CO was not about to back down now. His place was up there on the bridge, overseeing proceedings, not laying helpless on a biobed as the void tore more of his sanity from within him. “Just try not to push yourself Captain.” said Williams as the Captain headed on out the door. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:55) The signal packet had been constructed and the team in the control room had worked harder than anyone else could have believed. Although the power transfer was ready and it had been for over 20 minutes, the FO hadn’t considered the workload and complexity of what he had asked of the time. Encoding the signal and the sequencing involved was very tricky. The signal was going to do several complex things to the Garallon, and it had to be completed in the correct order. When completed, their deflector dish was going to send the signal back to the Spectre with the results. One thing going for them is that the return signal didn’t require the same amount of power, as they were listening and expecting the reply. They were ready to process the return signal, assuming the dish survived the initial blast. Everyone has signed they were ready as the message was shunted into the computer systems of the main deflector dish. “Deflector Control to Bridge, ready to initiate the signal.”, reported Remae and upon the final green light, he ordered everyone out of the control room. “Evacuate the room.”, he said to all the assembled and it was clear it was an order not a suggestion. As they began to leave, Remae added, “I’ll call you back in as soon as we recieve a reply. Promise!” He was smiling as they all left and when the doors closed, he transferred the power to the dish and initiated the signal. (Reply from Bridge, The Deflector Party People) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Engineering, PSE Shayne Cody - 23:57) As one of the Power System Engineers, Shayne was given the job of transferring the power from the Auxiliary Systems to the Deflector Dish. It was careful work... he couldn’t just flip a switch and transfer all that energy at once. Since the order had come in, he had been slowly building up the power in the dish and its systems. So much that the entire dish would be alive with power, more than it was supposed to handle but there were several recorded incidents where the dish had been used to expel large amounts of power. This was no different. A few moments later, he felt the lurch, the power had been released and the dish had launched the message... sparks were flying, lights were going to dim and his status board lit up with warning messages. “The Spectre just blew half its relays around the dish.”, he reported to anyone listening. He was grumbling at the work ahead to replace them all. He began rerouting power around damaged systems, around the power grid in an effort to restore power to critical systems as Engineering came alive with activity. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 23:57) The journey to the bridge had seemed 'epic', time apparently skewing once again as the Captain fell against a bulkhead just briefly, his hands outstretched to support himself before continuing on. As the doors to the turbolift parted though he could see that the bridge crew had it's hands full, his prompt call for a report as he moved onto the bridge itself coming in short, sharp outbursts. "The signal is preparing to transmit, Sir. First Officer has signalled operational readiness and the ship remains at red alert and holding station" The Captain approached the centre chair, the appointed senior bridge officer rising accordingly as he did so and then returning to the tactical console beyond as the CO took the seat, his hands dancing across the armrest console as the ship began to shake slightly. Turning to the viewscreen the Captain made note of the tactical readouts below it and the visual cue that now showed them head to head with the Garallon itself. Then, all of a sudden something changed... An intelligence. Tangible and registering within the Captains mind. Was this an after effect of Williams hypospray? Another ghost congured up by the void? Whatever it was the Captain had become suddenly aware of something probing. It was reaching out, querying, as though the magical qualities of this inhospitable place were conjuring form out of formlessness. From beyond, someone shouted out. "Transmission is away, Sir!" And the ship began a slow vibrational hum as the lights and consoles dimmed to the massive power drain that had just been initiated via the deflector dish. The Captain quickly opened a ship-wide channel and ordered the crew to brace for turbulence, then he stood down and returned his attention to the ship in the viewscreen, which by now had been illuminated by an unexpected beam of light aimed directly at it's deflector array. Indeed, it was so bright that the entire bridge crew had to shield their eyes to the effect. ~This is not logical~ The Captain gripped at the armrests of his chair as the ship continued to shake and vibrate, then as it slowly began to reduce, his grip relaxed as the intense light began to fade. "Sir, we are receiving telemetry. Packet data... Biomolecular scans", said the somewhat flustered tactical officer from beyond. "How many?" exclaimed the Captain. The following pause was almost palpable in its quality, seconds seemingly minutes as the tactical officer scanned the results and then shunted them to the science console for confirmation. "Preliminary readings show six lifesigns showing Starfleet identification. Three without", came the response. The Captain paused briefly, his mind attempting to quantify the result. Then he abruptly opened another ship wide channel. "Damage report. All stations", he called, and the reports began coming in one after another. Minor injuries mostly, a few unconscious casualties also, but otherwise they had survived relatively unscathed. "Six lifesigns?", said the Captain under his breath, "six lifesigns and three" The six were clearly the Marine away team, but who were the three others? A sudden thought then entered his already troubled mind. Hopefully these were not hostiles from Madon's party, flies in an already messed up ointment. "Has the Garallon responded with any other communication?", asked the Captain, breaking his thoughts and hopeful now that perhaps the time delays might have affected the response times of any forthcoming communications. If time was skewing on the Garallon, then maybe in the few short seconds of transmission from the Spectre, a response may have been actioned from the striken training vessel itself? "No Sir. Only packet data", came the response. The Captain nodded thoughtfully and then tapped at his combadge. "Captain to the First Officer. Please respond"... (Reply Remae) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - The Main Deflector Dish - The Signal - 23:59) It was coming alive, it didn’t know what it was but it had a mission... it was under construction, it’s parts were coming together. It was forming. Gaining energy and an awareness. It knew what it had to do, it had a direction, a purpose, a reason to exist but it was confined, awaiting the others. Here was another part now, what was this? Instructions to initiated all the speakers on the ship, and a message to go with it... wow, that was going to be loud. Every speaker would boom out the message: “Attention Away Team, this is the Spectre... we need for you to get to the transporter room. Interlink these coordinates at this time, and we’ll beam you back.”, said the message... a bunch of coordinates, a time and some fancy transporter code was included. More add-ons, what was this? Return signal information... frequencies and direction to the Spectre. Mostly acknowledgement code. It would let the Spectre know that it had worked. Another part was arriving, scanner and medical scan protocols. The entire ship was going to initiate a bio-scan, and return that information to the Spectre. Final parts now attaching themselves... the deflector was pulsating with energy and then, an explosion of light, energy... the signal was launched in an arc in front of the Spectre, aimed at the target. The signal was launched. (Reply from None) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineering Officer, Ensign Scott Smith - 23:59) He felt the ship lurch and then the console flashed angrily as the damage to the critical system around the deflector dish appeared on it. “The Spectre just blew half its relays around the dish.” He nodded to himself at Cody’s comment and he took in the list of damage. He cursed softly to himself as he saw what had been damaged. ~This might take some time~ “Cody. Reroute power to anything that’s critical. What can you see that needs to be physically fixed?” He leaned under his console and pulled out the repair kit which was nestled under it. (Reply Cody) (Reply Cody, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 23:59) =^= Captain to the First Officer. Please respond... =^= The signal had returned to the ship and the signal data was being fed into the computer system. He stepped outside and left the control room with its sparks, broken controls and dead circuits. (Reply None) (Posted by Anthony Keen) ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.10.16 (ATV Garallon - Bridge - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 00:00) So far, internal sensors, sporadically operating as they now were, had failed to locate the reason why someone could possibly be sending a transmission from a bridge console that was currently manned by one of Kowalski's team. It just didn't make sense not even accepting the possibility of a time delay. Scans were showing no chroniton particles, no evidence that there had been a shift, and no locations for those spurious lifesigns. Hell, Bruce wasn't even that sure if any of them were even ON the Garallon right now! The voice of his 2nd, booming from beyond however seemed to imply to him that they were, and with piqued interest, the MXO pondered what he was now hearing. "A transmission you say?", he began. "What kind of a transmission?" "It appears to be data only, Sir", came the response, "keyed to the ships computer.... activating the primary circuits and..... JEEZ! This looks like a virus!", he exclaimed, his hands dancing furiously across the console in some vain attempt to halt whatever it was in its tracks. Kowalski was on his feet in seconds and advancing towards the tactical console, his hands coming to rest upon its ledge as he scrutinised the flashing lights and the quickly changing schematics that seemed to be showing that 'something' was powering up the comms protocols. Bruce furrowed his brow at that. "What the...." And then it happened... All at once, the internal communications of the Garallon came online, an electronic sounding voice requesting that they all get to the main transporter room before 00:20 hundred hours precisely and then await further instructions. There was another burst of speech immediately after which included identification codes and the word 'Condor', booming out over the ships speaker system. Kowalski exhaled heavily, then he turned purposefully to what remained of his six man team, two of which were already on deck seven looking for those lifesigns. "You heard it", snapped Kowalski. "Transporter room One. Immediately" One of the Marines then advanced, seemingly curious as to why they were not going to question the strange, unearthly announcement. It could have been a trap of course, but set by who though? "Sir, are you sure the message is legitimate?", enquired the Marine, clearly more than just a little bothered by his XO's earlier behaviour with Houseman. "It's genuine", said Kowalski. "The ID codes and code word are as expected. Transporter room One. On the double!", he barked, wondering then whether Houseman and Clark had heard the message also. Surely they had done, I mean, it had accessed the entire internal comms array. They would be there. Of course they would. One niggling thought though was now bothering the MXO somewhat as they all headed off the bridge. Who else was going to be there? (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Engineering - PSE Shayne Cody - 00:00) Shayne was working his console when Ensign Smith asked a question. “Cody. Reroute power to anything that’s critical. What can you see that needs to be physically fixed?” “Yes sir.”, he said, attending to the red lights across the ship as they slowly went green or went out. “We’ll need a team on the outside of the dish. I don’t recommend it while we are inside the void. However, I think the dish will hold up under impulse but not warp. Not yet anyway.”, he said still working. “We can do some of the work from the inside.”, he said looking at the Ensign who had found a repair kit. “With your permission.”, he said waiting for the Engineering Officer to lead the way. (Reply from Smith, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (ATV Garallon - Arboretum - Academy Cadets Porsa and Kurrik - 00:01) Twinnings seemed to be somewhere else right now. He was in the room of course but, not... if you get the drift? Kurrik was standing nearby, reading a PADD aloud, various ingredients seemingly the most important things of the moment right now. Gazing out into the Void though, Porsa watched what appeared to be a porcine floating past one of the windows! What in blue blazes though was a Pig doing in space? The very thought of it appealed to her as she pondered the notion. Wasn't there some children's show called Pigs in Space somewhere in history? More importantly though, how was it even breathing out there, if indeed it was anything other than another Void induced apparition? "Did you see that?", she exclaimed, to no one on particular. Kurrik glanced up from the PADD, one hand scratching at his head in an attempt to stifle an itch. It was too humid now, all of them were sweating profusely and Porsa felt sure that they must all stink to high heaven. "See what?", said Kurrik. Porsa pointed to the window in question and then elaborated. "A Pig", she said, quirking her nose over to one side with a twist of her mouth. "I think it actually 'oinked' at me" Kurrik raised an eyebrow, and then he returned his attention dismissively to the PADD in hand. Which was precisely the point that the speakers came online... "What in the hell is that!", exclaimed Porsa, visibly jumping to the audio intrusion as it played out for a second time with some numbers and then one single word. 'Condor' "What is... Condor?", she asked. Kurrik rose to his feet, his mind seemingly focusing again on something other than the recipe for his Mother's Plommik soup for once! "I suggest that we do as the message says", he advised, already heading towards the exit of the arboretum. (Reply Twinnings, IYW) "Need I remind you both that we are stuck here. The ship is failing despite the sudden powering up of the lights earlier. It would be illogical to remain here when an alternative to certain death by gradual suffocation is made available to us", said Kurrik. Porsa stood up and shrugged her shoulders in a kind of 'In for a penny' way. "Well, I'm game", she said, "I mean, I was dead before, and now I'm not. Let's do what the nice Robot says", she added, following Kurrik out into the hallway but stopping briefly to look back at Twinnings. "Are you coming, or not?", she enquired... (Reply Twinnings) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Outside Deflector Control - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:01) “Okay everyone. We did our job, return to your stations. I’ll head for the transporter room and hope they got the message.”, he said and headed away. As he did so, he touched his commbadge. “Go ahead Captain.”, he said as he headed for the turbolift. (Reply from T’Vhor, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:02) Within a few moments the bridge was back to normal, if indeed 'normal' was a situation that could ever apply in this hellish place. The power outages had stabilised, consoles were functioning again and the ship was holding steady on it's manoeuvring thrusters, the Garallon still visible dead centre within the viewscreen. The Captain stood the ship down to Yellow alert and then acknowledged the announcement from Ops that the deflector circuitry was now offline, it's associated circuitry showing red across the board! Remae's voice then came over the comms in response to the the CO's call a moment or two beforehand. =/\=Go ahead Captain.=/\= "What is the status of our deflector array, Lieutenant?", asked the Captain. "Ops is showing the array to be offline" (Reply Remae) Blown out panels and circuits. That wasn't good at all. If they lacked their deflector array then navigation at warp was going to be impossible, if indeed they ever returned to normal space that was. "How long to affect a repair?", enquired the Captain, hopeful that the FO would be able to accomodate that request. (Reply Remae) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - En-route to Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg)Remae Ktell - 00:04) The turbolift was speeding towards the transporter room and Remae was speaking to the CO. =^= Ops is showing the array to be offline. =^= “Yes Captain, I would imagine so - it was a real mess but we managed to collect the data before it went offline.”, he said as the lift changed direction. =^= How long to affect a repair? =^= “Standby... First Officer to Engineering, a status report on the dish repairs please.”, he said as the doors opened and he moved towards the transporter room. (Reply from Anyone in Engineering) (Reply Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (ATV Garallon - Arboretum - Academy Cadet Twinnings - 00:05) Twinnings was running a diagnostic on his suit. He powered down alot of the systems as the little on board computer checked the power systems as well as the filters, oxygen supply and the suits seals. The last thing that he needed was to have a leak after what he had been through. Suddenly the suits comm system actviated he turned startled as the voice ordered him to the main transporter room. He brought up the suits comm system as he heard Posra speak. "What is... Condor?" ~You tell me~ He glanced at the display to find out how long the diagnostic would take. He did not want to stop it in mid-diagnostic as it may miss some thing important. "I suggest that we do as the message says" said Kurrik. “That sounds like a good idea. The sooner I get off the ship the better I will feel.” "Need I remind you both that we are stuck here. The ship is failing despite the sudden powering up of the lights earlier. It would be illogical to remain here when an alternative to certain death by gradual suffocation is made available to us", said Kurrik. Twinings shrugged as he brought up the suits systems as the diagnstic program cleared them. "Well, I'm game. I mean, I was dead before, and now I'm not. Let's do what the nice Robot says" "Are you coming, or not?" Twinnings grinned as the suit gave his a green light across the board. “You just try and stop me.” He turned and headed after Porsa and Kurrik. (Reply None) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:05) "... understood, standing by", said the Captain as Remae queried his repair teams on the times involved regarding repairs to the deflector array. Turning towards the tactical officer, he then requested telemetry data to be made available to his armrest console, the TAC officer himself responding with a succinct 'aye sir', before continuing on. A raise of an eyebrow, as was typical of one of Vulcan blood was the only give away that the data was showing some curious errors. The baseline frequency was offset by point One of a degree on transmission, but there was no deviation on the return data. ~Curious~ What did it mean? A returning signal would normally show an exponential offset from the baseline frequency, and yet it was precisely the same as the transmission baseline. The effects of the Void, perhaps? Or was it his own mind that was affected? Could Williams' hypo-fix be wearing off already? The Captain put it aside for the moment, his neuromonitor was not sending any kind of alarm and the Doctor himself was not calling him to request his presense in sickbay. The only thing that it could possibly be then, was the Void. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Corridor - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 00:06) He and O’Hara were sweeping the ship for the elusive life signs. Houseman had caushusly weapon up and ready. Just because there were no lfe signes here did not mean that there was nothing out ot get them. He reached a T junction and scanned right and left before motioning O’Hara to join him. “Right then which way do you want to got. Rigth or left?” (Reply O’Hara) “Right you are then.” Houseman grinned and turned in that direction. He paused in mid-step as the ships internal communications clicked on. A computerised voice informed them that the had to reah the main transport roon by 00:20 precisly and then wait for further instructions. the message was finised by a the ‘Condor’ He glanced over at O’Hara. “What the hell do you think tha’s all about?” (Reply O’Hara) The the command net activated. =^=Transporter room One. Immediately=^= “Looks like we are getting off this tub.” (Reply O’Hara) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Outside Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:07) A few moments later, Remae had the report and he reopened the channel to the CO. “Captain, Engineering Teams are on their way to replace the power relays inside the dish, that’ll bring it back on but for full repairs, we’ll need to access the outside of the ship and the dish.”, he said stopping outside the transporter room. “We’ll be able to move at impulse, once the dish is powered but with the tractor beam still attached to the core plus the damage to the dish, I just don’t know about warp under those conditions.”, he thought to himself, no to mention they had to clear the void as well. 00:20 was the time encoded in the message that boomed at the Garallon to be at their transporter room... the deflector dish and warp would have to wait for the moment. The FO paused outside the transporter room for the CO to reply. (Reply from T’Vhor, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO Captain T'Vhor - 00:08) The comms alert signalling Remae's response distracted him from his pondering, and he immediately responded. "Go ahead" =/\=Captain, Engineering Teams are on their way to replace the power relays inside the dish, that’ll bring it back on but for full repairs, we’ll need to access the outside of the ship and the dish.=/\= Go outside! The very notion right now was unthinkable and too dangerous to even contemplate. The Void could not be predicted at all. It's 'mood' changeable at the very best. Remae continued on saying that they could move the ship at impulse, but warp would not be recommended until they could get a closer look at the external array itself. The Captain could only concur... "Very well", he answered, checking their chronometers and hoping that yet more time temporal dilations and expansions had not put all their clocks out. The agreed time had been set, 00:20 hundred hours which left them a little over 10 minutes to bring all of their team home, plus whoever it was that was registering as unknowns. "Continue with the plan to extract the away team, Lieutenant. Keep me updated on your progress. Bridge out", said the Captain, who then returned to his seemingly obsessive disassembly of the baseline frequency variation... (Reply Remae, IYW) (Reply Remae, IYW. Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:10) Remae had requested that a member of the security team meet him in the transporter room and when he arrived, an Ensign was waiting for him. “Ensign... I am afraid I don’t know you.”, he said to the Security Officer with slightly pointed ears, “Remae Ktell, First Officer.”, he said introducing himself and also, filling in the time and the silence in the room. The FO waited for a reply from the security officer, also, in the room was the silent transporter chief. At the appointed time, if the crew of the Garallon got the message, they would energise their transporter to the coordinates included. If all went well, the transporter systems would interlink, incresing their power and, in theory, transport them all to the Spectre... if not, well, he didn’t want to think about that. (Reply from Fairfield, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:12) Remae was introducing himself to the Security Officer that he had requested in the transporter room. They would be beaming over... who knew what from the Garallon? Better to be safe than sorry. “Security Officer, Ensign Fairfield, Sir.", he said simply, without emotion. “Thank you Ensign. I’ve read your file... I seem to remember you were a Combat Engineer?”, he said, his memory sticking to the words 'Combat Engineer' and not expecting an answer he continued, “We’re about to beam over from the Garallon whatever is standing on their transporter pad.” “We’re linking up their transporter and ours, assuming they got the message, initiate their transporter signal at the same time we do...”, he paused and looked over both the Chief and the Ensign. “It’s an extreme long shot... but its a shot.", he said and then added, "Its the first one today!" Hee then looked over the controls, “I could use your help.”, he said to the Ensign but he didn't give him a direct order, instructions, a mission. He wanted to see what he would do on his own. Remae headed over the transporter’s secondary controls and began to check them over. Interlinking transporters in the void, without knowing what they other is doing, was about as long a shot as you could have. It was a long shot to use the deflector... and it had paid off, mostly, and now another one... would they be as lucky again? Short of going over to the Garallon and dragging back their team, this was about the best Remae could come up, after all, he was the CEO. “I’ve entered in the information gathered up from our scan. 6 Starfleet confirmed signals and 3 unknowns." He stepped back again and looked at the time... “Chief, I suggest we aim to hold whatever is beamed over in stasis... just in case.” A few more minutes to go... “FO to Bridge, we’re initiating the beam, lets hope they hear it.”, he said and nodded at the Transporter Chief. The transporter was energised... (Reply from Fairfield, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Security Officer Ens Fairfield - 00:13) “Thank you Ensign. I've read your file... I seem to remember you were a Combat Engineer?”, ~Naturally, the first thing anyone remembers.~ He'd had plenty of practice at keeping the disgust from his face, though, and he didn't reply. “We’re about to beam over from the Garallon whatever is standing on their transporter pad. We’re linking up their transporter and ours, assuming they got the message, initiate their transporter signal at the same time we do...”, he looked over at them. “It’s an extreme long shot... but its a shot. Its the first one today!" ~Friggin' optimists. Drag em out into the corridor and shoot 'em like the dogs they are.~ “I could use your help.”, the first officer continued, as he bent over the controls. When no order was forthcoming, T'Solen did a mental shrug and figured that being named as a former combat engineer had been a hint, as well as a jab at his pride. He turned and started tapping commands into the secondary console, bringing up the configurations for the Heisenberg compensators, programming them so they'd have a wider purview in reassembling unknown matter. Usually not a good idea, but then, blindly beaming living beings without exact locks wasn't the safest thing in the world either. He figured it'd be par for the course. After a time, Ramae said; “I’ve entered in the information gathered up from our scan. 6 Starfleet confirmed signals and 3 unknowns." T'Solen turned and pulled the phaser from it's holster. "The Compensators have been adjusted." was all he reported. “Chief, I suggest we aim to hold whatever is beamed over in stasis... just in case. FO to Bridge, we’re initiating the beam, lets hope they hear it.” ~Woo,~ he thought sarcastically. ~Time for half-transported and genetically-combined figures - monsters loose on the ship!~ He took a step back to his original spot, where he had a free range over the entire transport pad, and raised his phaser to the ready. (reply, any, all) (posted by Trout) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Academy Cadets Twinnings - 00:15) He realised two things as they all entered the main transporter room. The first was that he was way too unfit to be running in the suit in normal graviry and that it seemed to take an age to get to the main transporter room. The door closed behind him as the entered last. He was half across the transporter room when the door opened. He spun arround to see six marines charge in. “Hay look marines…..” He was about to call out but his greeting changed to one of supprise when one of the marienes ran straight through him. He turned back and charged on to the transporter pad and stood beside Porsa and Kurrik. “This is so freaky.” (Reply Porsa, Kurrik) He glanced at the marines standing around him and hoped that nothing would go wrong with the transport. (Reply Porsa, Kurrik, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deflector Dish - PSE Shayne Cody - 00:15) Shayne and the engineering team had made their way to the remains of the deflector room, the power was off and on but the damage was extensive. The teams began the work and for himself, he had the job of working on the systems that ran power to the dish. ~ Only one way to do this ~ He opened up the closest panel to the door, pulled out his tricorder and began scanning. Each circuit, each relay and he needed to replace the damaged ones... one at a time. (Reply by Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Academy Cadets Porsa and Kurrik - 00:16) The trip to the main transporter room had been uneventful. No Marines lacking solidity, no Dragons, no drama, and... no Plommik soup. Porsa wondered if Kurrik was even still obsessing about that, he hadn't mentioned it for quite some time now. Twinnings though was his usual self, excitable as ever and prone to stating the obvious. “Hay look marines…..”, he said enthusiastically. "Ya don't say", thought Porsa guardedly observing the menacing looking crew in their BDU's and III-C rifles. And then it happened again! Twinnings had made to greet one of them, and he had passed right through him! Porsa jumped visibly, her mind skewing once again. "Oh no", she muttered, "how will we get back home if they can't freakin see us", she added, turning to Kurrik and hopeful of something logical coming out of his mouth. "This is so freaky.", said Twinnings, clearly confused, but also looking at Porsa in a kind of 'Now I understand' sort of way. "Freaky is not the word", said Porsa, "frightening perhaps, maybe even diabolical. Either way how the hell are we supposed to get their attention?" (Reply Twinnings) Kurrik remained silent, observing the Marines as they assembled on the available transport pads. The system energised almost immediately, the Marine XO checking his chronometer just beforehand as the first of them disappeared in a shimmering haze. Kurrik wasted no time now. "We must stand on the pads with them", he offered. "This may be our only chance to get off this ship" Porsa shook her head and screwed up her eyes. "Excuse me", she said, "won't we end up at the destination in a congealing mess of mixed atoms?", she asked. Kurrik shook his head in the negative. "The pattern buffer will detect two lifesigns and alert the operator of the target transporter accordingly", he stated, "the two distinct patterns will then be separated and reassembled individually from the other, hopefully resulting in our arrival with the Marines irrespective of the time shift that is affecting us" (Reply Twinnings, IYW) Porsa nodded. It made sense, even though it was a little unnerving to hear a Vulcan using the word 'hopefully'. But then Kurrik was not exactly a text book Vulcan right now so perhaps that made it OK. "Okay, what have we got to lose?", she asked, just as the remaining Marines took their place on the pads. A curious thought though entered her mind as she moved forwards. ~Now, which of these hunky specimins wouldn't I mean being a part of if it all goes wrong?~ "Eeeny meeny, minee mo", she said out loud, and then jumped up on the pad of the XO, her body intersposing with his as both Twinnings and Kurrik did likewise with the others. Porsa glanced over at Kurrik looking as deadpan as ever, he returned the glance and then faced front again as their bodies began to shimmer. "I just hope that....", said Porsa. And then she was gone... (Reply Twinnings, Any) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Main Transporter Room - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 00:17) Houseman charged along the corrdor close to O’Hara heels. He saw the boss comeing the other way with the rest of the marines as he reached the doors of the main transporter room. ~At least we are all here on time~ The doors opend and the stepped in and scanned the room which was empty. He moved forward weapond sweeping every corner and he motioned to O’Hara that is was all clear. He suddenly felt a shiver pass over him as he stepped towards the transport pad. “Felt like some one just walked over my grave.” (Reply O’Hara) (Reply O’Hara, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Acting FO/CEO. LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 00:20) The chief reported that the initial signal was being sent, someone on the Garallon has started up their transporter system and targeted it exactly where they were told to. While Remae monitored, the two systems were connected together and energised. Whatever was standing on the Garallon’s transporter pad, would transported over. The stacks of the transporter glowed, darkened and the noise of the familiar hum began. (Reply by Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Security Officer Ens Fairfield - 00:21) T'Solen's eyes flicked to the status panel as the hum of the transporter started. The transport, usually a fairly quick process, took a few extra moments as the compensator 'shook hands' with the second transporter beam, under their new configuration. His phaser and TAC-corder came up as several beams of light began swirling on the pad. Like the days of old during the war, he felt a small thrill at the possibility that, in the next few seconds, he might be in a fight for his life. It was a thrill he craved, one that he almost never had anymore. The transporter finished the reintegration process, leaving several people standing where once there had been nothing. "No sudden moves, hands away from your weapons," T'Solen commanded, flicking his eyes from new arrivals to tac-corder and back again, while it scanned them and verified their identity. (reply: Any, all) (posted by Trout)