Compile #4 November 23-30 2008 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 1 Stardate: 2408.04.25 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Jeffries Tubes – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - Day 1 – 1100) (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 – 1105) (USS Rosenante - Engineering - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1119) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1120) (USS Rosenante - Jefferies Tube 16-9B - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 1-1122) (USS Rosenante- Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1248) (USS Rosenante- Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1250) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1252) (USS Rosenante- Deck 14, TradeWinds - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1307) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1315) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1318) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward - 3O/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayatii - 2000) (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds - Civilian-Sodra - 2005) (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2007) (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds - Civilian- Sodra - Day 1- 2009) ===================================================================== Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 2 Stardate: 2408.04.26 Compile Summary (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 0200) ===================================================================== Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 3 Stardate: 2408.04.27 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0450) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - Gamma Shift COIC - Lieutenant Xim - 0455) (USS Rosenante- FO's Quarters - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 0507) (USS ROSENANTE - Chief of Security’s Office - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1235) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1248) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1311) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1316) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1317) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1335) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1337) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1338) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1338.5) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1338.7) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1338.8) (USS Rosenante- FO's Quarters - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 0507) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1340.2) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1340.5) (USS Rosenante- observation lounge - CMO, Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 3- 1345) (USS Rosenante - observation lounge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 3 - 1346) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3-1350) (USS Rosenante- Observation lounge - aCOPs- Ensign Smith -1353) (The Harvester - Day 3- 1355.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Stacey Martinovich -1356) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3-1356.1) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1356.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - 1356.6) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – Lt Martinovich - 1359) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1359.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1400) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1402) (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1402.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1402.7) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 1408) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – aCOPs – Ensign Smith - 1410) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 30/CCOUNS Lt (jg) Jon Nayati – 1412) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Martinovich - 1415) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1416) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1430) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- COPS, Lt Tom Jackson - Day 3- 1431) (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Labs - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 3- 1432) (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – Lt Martinovich - 1433) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- FO, Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1434) (USS Rosenante- Jefferies Tube 12B, Power Relay station - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1435) (The Harvester - Day 3- 1439.5) (Hur'q Hive Ship- Command Chamber- Grand Imperator- S'Kanon- Day 3- 1440) (NSS Oracle's Tears- Private Office- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1445) (Hunter Ship Ne'Q - Personal Quarters - First Hunter Dreton Dash - 1447) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1416) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1455) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1456) (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Labs - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1457) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- FO, Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1458) (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1459) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1500) (USS Rosenante - Bridge – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1502) (Hur'q Hive Ship- Command Chamber- Grand Imperator- S'Kanon- Day 3- 1505) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- aCOPs – Ensign Smith -  1510  ) (NSS Oracle's Tears- Bridge- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1511) (Ina'hayeh- Bridge- Spirit Counselor- Chaska - Day 3- 1512) (NSS Oracle's Tears- Private Office- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1520) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2008) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Jeffries Tubes – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - Day 1 – 1100) "T'Kron to Damage Control Team 3. Now that the ship is out of danger, anyone that would like to go to Sickbay may do so. Does anyone need assistance with getting out of the Jeffries Tubes?" =/\=Yes, Sir. I need some help,=/\= Ensign Shelley Davis's voice sounded strained. =/\=I think that last tumble we had may have broken my foot.=/\= "I will be right there, Ensign Davis," answered T'Kron. He made sure that the rest of the team was moving out of the tubes and on their way while the Ensign's partner, Crewman Nevis, stayed with her. Arriving at shield generator 5, T'Kron took a look at the scene. Crewman Nevis was scanning the Ensign's foot where she sat on the grid of the Jeffries tube decking. She was shaking and pale; he became concerned about possible shock and trauma. T'Kron looked at the Tricorder scan results in the Crewman's hands. "Yes your foot has a broken bone in it, Ensign. It looks like one of the metatarsals is cracked. You would be a danger to yourself and the other team members trying to climb out of the tubes with this injury." He stood and tapped his commbadge. "Lt. T'Kron to Sickbay. I have an injured crewmember in the Jeffries Tubes that will need to be beamed into Sickbay." (Reply Sickbay if anyone wishes to answer) "Transport will occur momentarily. T'Kron out," replied T'Kron. He tapped his commbadge again. "Lt. T'Kron to Transporter Room 1." =/\=Ensign Tarelli in Transporter Room 1. What can I do for you Lt. T'Kron?=/\= "Transport Ensign Shelley Davis to Sickbay. She has a broken foot and cannot climb out of the Jeffries Tubes with the injury without undue risk. Lock onto her signal in the tubes and beam her directly to Sickbay." =/\=Yes Sir,=/\= said Ensign Tarelli. T'Kron watched as Ensign Davis's form shimmered, changed to sparkles of light and energy and then disappeared. T'Kron and Crewman Nevis had begun gathering the scattered tools when T'Kron's commbadge chirped. =/\= Tarelli to Lt. T'Kron. Sickbay reports that Ensign Davis materialized safely in Sickbay.=/\= "Thank you Ensign Tarelli. T'Kron out." (Reply any in Sickbay, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Sickbay – CMO Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 – 1105) =^=Lt. T'Kron to Sickbay. I have an injured crewmember in the Jeffries Tubes that will need to be beamed into Sickbay.=^= Allie's commbadge chirped as she was finishing up with her young patient. She tapped her commbadge and replied, " Wyler here, T'Kron have them transported to Biobed..." she quickly glanced around the room until she spotted an open biobed. "Number 16, I'll have a nurse standing by." =^=Transport will occur momentarily. T'Kron out. =^= "Nurse Hathaway, stand by to received an undefined casualty at Biobed 16. Start a vitals and assessment as soon as they've arrived. If they're critical get Doctor Norris to attend." "Yes, Doctor." Hathaway replied. A moment later the sounds of the transporter filled the room and the injured crewman had appeared right on target. She tapped her commbadge again." Sickbay to Transporter Room, we've received the patient safely. Sickbay out." (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Engineering - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1119) "We're at all stop!" someone bellowed across engineering. Stacey stuck her head out from under the same console she'd been working on earlier and quirked an eyebrow. She looked around engineering from her low vantage point before sticking her head back under the console. "At least the shaking has stopped," she muttered before pulling out a couple of chips. "I was starting to get sea-sick." The Red Alert klaxon went off a few moments later, though Stacey only knew it because red lights stopped flashing off the floor plates. She'd long since disabled the auditory alarm. There was nothing more annoying then a loud klaxon when you were trying to motivate your crew into saving their own lives... the klaxon tended to drown out her rather loud voice. =^=Attention all hands, this is the captain. We have been struck by a class six gravimetric shockwave, which we believe was the result of a natural phenomenon. This wave was exceptionally powerful and we have sustained moderate damage to areas of the ship. The vessel is currently out of immediate danger, however, there is a lot of work to be done to get her back into ship-shape operation. All personnel are to perform a detailed sectional damage assessment and report the results to your station chiefs and department heads. That is all, Captain out.=^= Stacey put the burned out chips on the deck plates and rolled her eyes. "Detailed report," she muttered again. "The ship is in pieces, SNAFU. End report." she crawled out of the console and stepped up to the Master Situation Monitor. "Chief to Engineering, all departments report in within 45 minutes on current status. I'm especially interested in shields and structural integrity, THOSE reports had best state 'functional' or I might have to get irritated. And I want a full life-support systems scan now that we're out of the pressure cooker, continue radiation readings across the ship now that we're out of the mass of it all and our scans won't be saturated... I want to know if we have any radiation leaks. Chief out." (reply: any in engineering) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1120) =^=Morrow to Martinovich=^= Stacey grabbed her PADD and looked at the building list of things to repair. "Go ahead Lieutenant." =^=I can give you a verbal report, Chief. The majority of the power relays on the port side are shot and are in the process of being replaced. About half of the Starboard side primary relays are fused in one position or the other and I've got entire sections off-line. I have 298 reported damaged components on my to-Do list and we've prioritized them so that we establish a stable and continuous power flow to tactical shields, Life support and SIF generators. Additionally, The Port side impulse reactor housing is cracked and I've shut down the reactor and sealed the compartment due to radiation leakage. As soon as I can spare some personnel, I'll reassess the reactor.=^= Stacey sighed and put the PADD down, "I'll send you some more people, now that we're not fighting for our lives I have a few I can move to other projects." She paused as an engineering assistant handed her a PADD. "We're already going on multiple shifts, but I'll send you the freshest I have." (reply: if desired) Once the channel was cut, she rubbed her eyes. "Alpha Shift, Damage Control Teams 4, 6 and 7. Report to Lieutenant Morrow for conduit repair." (reply any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Jefferies Tube 16-9B - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 1-1120) ~One down 298 to go.~ Alimi thought as he ran the scanner over the ancillary plasma manifold junction. There were still 298 repairs outstanding on his damage control card at present, and unfortunately a few more kept trickling in. =^=Attention all hands, this is the captain. We have been struck by a class six gravimetric shockwave, which we believe was the result of a natural phenomenon. This wave was exceptionally powerful and we have sustained moderate damage to areas of the ship. The vessel is currently out of immediate danger, however, there is a lot of work to be done to get her back into ship-shape operation. All personnel are to perform a detailed sectional damage assessment and report the results to your station chiefs and department heads. That is all, Captain out.=^= Alimi sighed and shook his head. ~Great just what I need, additional reports to deal with.~ "Cooper," he called out to one of the junior engineers assisting him. "Close up this housing and then meet me at Junction nine-Charlie." "Yes, sir." Cooper replied. As Alimi was heading down the Jefferies Tube towards the next junction that needed work his commbadge chirped. =^=Chief to Engineering, all departments report in within 45 minutes on current status. I'm especially interested in shields and structural integrity, THOSE reports had best state 'functional' or I might have to get irritated. And I want a full life-support systems scan now that we're out of the pressure cooker, continue radiation readings across the ship now that we're out of the mass of it all and our scans won't be saturated... I want to know if we have any radiation leaks. Chief out.=^= Alimi tapped his commbadge, then looked at his PADD detailing his repair status. "Morrow to Martinovich" he said. (reply Martinovich) "I can give you a verbal report, Chief. The majority of the power relays on the port side are shot and are in the process of being replaced. About half of the Starboard side primary relays are fused in one position or the other and I've got entire sections off-line. I have 298 reported damaged components on my to-Do list and we've prioritized them so that we establish a stable and continuous power flow to tactical shields, Life support and SIF generators. Additionally, The Port side impulse reactor housing is cracked and I've shut down the reactor and sealed the compartment due to radiation leakage. As soon as I can spare some personnel, I'll reassess the reactor." (reply Martinovich) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1248) Dorian was feeling more and more out of touch. There were only a few decks between him and his people, but it was driving him mad. He took all the files he was receiving and kept editing previous information. Was there no method to the madness in the labs downstairs? "Commander, I.m trying to compile these reports for you, but more and more updates are coming in, it's like headleass chickens down in Science. I have a few injuries, no deaths, not major system was knocked out of order, but my people seem to have gone amok." Dorian stood up from his station, pushing the chair back into the console. "Would you mind if I went back down there to see if they need a good whipping? Besides, I need lunch, honestly, I'm getting cranky." ~Tradewinds… Roast beef melt… hmmm… Sodra?~ (Reply Caskie) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1250) "Commander, I'm trying to compile these reports for you, but more and more updates are coming in, it's like headless chickens down in Science. I have a few injuries, no deaths, no major system was knocked out of order, but my people seem to have gone amok." Dorian stood up from his station, pushing the chair back into the console. "Would you mind if I went back down there to see if they need a good whipping? Besides, I need lunch, honestly, I'm getting cranky." Josh listened to the aCSO and wanted to laugh at his description of his department. However she kept a straight face and simply regarded him with a smile. "You have permission to leave the bridge Mr Weaver. Your department is yours to supervise as you wish. However I would ask a favour. Please contact Tradewinds and have them send a selection of sandwiches and tea and coffee to the Bridge please, since direct communications between Tradwinds and the Bridge seem to be out at present. (Reply Weaver) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1252) "You have permission to leave the bridge Mr Weaver. Your department is yours to supervise as you wish. However I would ask a favour. Please contact Tradewinds and have them send a selection of sandwiches and tea and coffee to the Bridge please, since direct communications between Tradewinds and the Bridge seem to be out at present." "Uuhhh… sure thing. Commander." He saluted lamely and headed into the turbolift. ~Science geek, unlikely hero, and now gopher. I can see this down in the annals. Dear dad, today I was sent to get lunch for the important people.. Ugh…~ --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 14, TradeWinds - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1307) Dorian was somehow relieved Sodra wasn't on shift. It made things easier on him. He could simply sit at the bar and wait for his lunch on the go, and sulk. "Oh, hey, come on! What do you mean I have to bring them the lunch myself? I have… you know… things to do!" The big platter was dumped in front of him unceremoniously, and the waitress was already off to help someone else. ~Great. Dear dad, today I put on an apron and played waiter for the Bridge crew.~ "I don't have a choice, do I?" but no one was there to answer. (No reply needed) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1315) Dorian shambled out of the turbolift with the heavy platter. His lunch was getting colder and colder in the little plastic bag that he dangled from two fingers, having it banged on walls and against doors. His soup was most probably leaking into the sub by now. "Sorry about the delay everyone, chow is here." He needed to get rid of this fast, because he felt a disaster was impending. "Where should I put it, sir?" (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1318) As the doors opened Josh turned her head minimally to see who arrived and was utterly astounded to see Mr Weaver return bearing an immense platter of sandwiches and various cups, plates and pots of tea and coffee. "Sorry about the delay everyone, chow is here." He needed to get rid of this fast, because he felt a disaster was impending. "Where should I put it, sir?" Astounded Josh looked around for somewhere for him to put his burden and decided that under one of the out of order consoles might possibly be best. Not the best of places but it looked like there, or given Mr Weaver's tentative grip of the tray, all over the bridge carpet. Taking a deep breath she spoke to him as he straightened up. "Am I to understand Mr Weaver that Tradewinds simply gave you this and expected you to deliver it?" (Reply Weaver iyw) Josh counted to ten mentally since this was not his fault. "I see, and I do thank you for bringing it to us, but I will speak to the person in charge down there. You have far more important things to do than run lunch monitor for the bridge Mr Weaver. You are dismissed back to what you originally should have been doing. However....." and Josh regarded the sorry excuse for his lunch dangling from his hand.... "Perhaps you might want to avail yourself of some of the food you brought to us before you leave since your lunch seems to have suffered somewhat in the process. Help yourself Mr Weaver, you get first choice." (Reply Weaver iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward - 3O/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayatii - 2000) Jon was sitting by himself in Ten Forward. He was eating a meal of his favorite home delicacies, but they were all bland as gravel. His usual jovial mood had taken on a sullen cast that Jon found particularly distasteful. The emotions he was experiencing weren't guilt, but not too distant cousins to it; sadness and regret. Captain Salid had asked him to select the first target to study in the Beltanis Nursery. Jon had naively made his choice with disastrous results. That choice turned out to be a subspace bubble that ruptured with enough force to almost destroy the Rosenante. The real stickler in Jon's mind was whether or not the phenomena had occurred because of happenstance or if it was a result of the effects of the ship's energy signature from its engines. Even if the first reason was correct, the fact that Jon had chosen that spot, his choice resulted in causing damage to the ship and subsequent casualties and fatalities. Clinically speaking, Jon recognized the emotions he was experiencing. This was a watered down version of survivor's syndrome. It was still difficult, but he knew he had to get through it. He couldn't be an effective Third Officer or Counselor if he was dragging around unresolved emotional illogic. Jon pushed the plate of food aside. He took a deep cleansing breath and closing his eyes, he offered up a silent prayer to the Great Spirit. While he was deep in meditative prayer, he sensed a presence approach. (Reply Any in Ten Forward (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds - Civilian-Sodra - 2005) Sodra had been watching the Starfleet officer for a short while. She had waited on him when he had come in, yet he did not touch his food. She couldn't help but thing that he seemed very sad. It took her no effort at all to feel the depressing thoughts of self recrimination coming from him. He had some thoughts of a subspace bubble. And while she had no idea what that was, she could tell that something about it was bothering the man sitting at the table alone. Her shift had just ended, so Sodra stepped out from behind the counter and strode over to where the man was sitting. He didn't seem to notice her at first, but then she detected a sort of wariness about him as if his mind were reacting to her presence, even though his body was not. The man had bowed his head and closed his eyes, perhaps he was praying to some sort of god.. Great Spirit. Yes that was whom he was praying to, a deity most likely, but she had heard him 'think the words.' She moved over and sat down across from him and waited for him to acknowledge that she was there. (reply Nayati) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2007) Jon had been in prayerful communion with the Great Spirit for several minutes when he became aware of another's presence near him. Even as Jon was aware of that presence, his mind also registered a brief telepathic touch, brushing briefly against his mind. ::Great Spirit. Yes that was whom he was praying to, a deity most likely.:: Jon could tell from the contact that the person was female, due to its overtones. He could also tell that she was untrained and uncontrolled, though the contact was naïve and without malevolence. Smiling, Jon opened his eyes. Sitting across the table from him was the server who had brought him his meal. She was thin and pale, her aura swirling with uncertainty and sympathy. "I felt you touch my mind," said Jon gently. "You have quite a gift there. I hope that you didn't see anything that scared you. But be aware that it's intrusive to poke about in someone's mind without asking their permission. I am surprised that no one has told you this." (Reply Sodra) "I am Jon. What is your name?" asked Jon. (Reply Sodra, Any) (Posted by Jim) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 14, Trade Winds - Civilian- Sodra - Day 1- 2009) Sodra watched as the man slowly opened his eyes and regarded her for a moment. He had caring eyes, the sort that could tell your secrets even when you had said nothing. His eyes reminded her of Dorian's although they were a different color. "I felt you touch my mind," said Jon gently. "You have quite a gift there. I hope that you didn't see anything that scared you. But be aware that it's intrusive to poke about in someone's mind without asking their permission. I am surprised that no one has told you this." Sodra's face took on a sense of surprise. Never before had someone caught here listening in on their thoughts. She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry." she stammered, "It just happens sometimes." she worried now that she would be in trouble with the Captain for breaching this unknown code of etiquette. "I am Jon. What is your name?" he asked her with a smile. He didn't seem to be angry with her. "I am called Sodra." she replied. "I meant no intrusion. It's just that, you looked so sad and lonely. I am lonely sometimes also, and thought that perhaps you would want to know that you are not alone." She paused for a moment, "If I have offended you, I will leave. It's just that I do not know many people well aboard this ship, and you looked as if you needed a friend." (reply Nayati) Daniel Greene ===================================================================== (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 0200) In many ways Raschen viewed being a department head much like being a vessel master. Consequently, he found himself using many of the same leadership techniques that his grandfather had taught him. A good leader should be held personally responsible for the health, moral, and overall well being of all under their command. For instance, the Chief of Security insured to made his own rounds and physically check on his people throughout the ship at least 3 times over the previous 12 hours. Raschen had made it a point to talk to each individual for at least a moment or two. Chance would ask each one how they were doing, about family, about any hobbies, and dreams of life after Starfleet. Any that mentioned they were hungry, Raschen made sure that food would be delivered before moving on to the next. also wanted to make sure that his people saw that he was still on duty like they were until he got word that repairs were far enough along that his people, at least the ones detailed out to other departments could be released to get some badly needed rest. Once back on the Bridge, Chance sought out the ops officer “I have a question concerning the folks that I detailed out to help with repairs.” (Reply any in Ops) “I just wanted to know if they were still needed to help or let them stand down to get some sleep.” (Reply any in Ops) “Thank you. You should get some rest as well.” Raschen said before going and taking over at the security station. Chance took a moment to look around the bridge and see what all was going on. Beings working, lights flashing, calls and orders coming and going. Then he took a long look at the temporarily vacant command chair. ~One day I will have my own captaincy again.~ He flashed through memories of past vessels he had commanded over the years and realized something that he had forgotten. Over time he developed a taste for the fighting and became damn good at it; but when he first started traveling with his grandfather Chance loved the simple pure basic freedom of the adventure of trekking through the stars. Raschen put his mind back on his current duties and started punching in commands to the beings in security on his console. He was glad he learned to deal with 48 hour days. (Reply any in Ops) (Posted by Charlie) ===================================================================== (USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0450) It had been some time since T'Larah had the Rosenante's turbo-lift doors to the bridge open for her. As they opened she stepped onto the bridge and headed toward the center seat. "I came as soon as I could. You had a situation report for me?" she inquired of the Lieutenant. (Reply Lt. Xim) "Did the Captain leave any specific instructions for me?" (Reply Lt. Xim) "Understood." she said and left the bridge for her quarters. (Reply none needed) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - Gamma Shift COIC - Lieutenant Xim - 0455) "I came as soon as I could. You had a situation report for me?" T'Larah inquired as she approached the center chair. Xim nodded, then handed her a PADD containing the latest data. "Here are the latest reports as well as a detailed explanation of the cause that put us in our current situation. "Did the Captain leave any specific instructions for me?" Xim shook his head from side to side, "He did not. I suspect that he was too busy to consider that you'd be arriving today as scheduled. Since he left no specific instructions and you have been traveling for an extended period of time, I suggest that you retire for a few hours and report to your normal duty shift in the morning." He suggested. "Understood." she said and left the bridge for her quarters. Xim turned and returned to his duty reports and making certain that the repairs and resources were being handled as time permitted. (Reply none needed) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- FO's Quarters - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 0507) Josh, simply being Josh was up, washed and dressed and sitting down to what normal folk would laughingly call breakfast when she heard from the Captain asking her to call a senior staff meeting at 1400. Josh simply acknowledged the request, and crossing to her terminal sat down and made sure that she had nothing else organised for that time. Accessing the computer she notified every Department Head and Assistant Head about the meeting and that their presence was mandatory. Once the message was sent Josh simply carried on with what she had scheduled for her daily routine. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Chief of Security’s Office - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1235) Chance had spent his morning doing one of the several things in the universe that he thoroughly detested; yep, you guessed it; paperwork. The horrendously tedious, yet necessary, duty of filling out and filling reports, schedules, personnel evaluations (OERs and NCOERs), and the ever popular inventory of sensitive items. Every time he sat down at his desk to do paperwork, he almost wished he had stayed on the Dennison and dealt with Commander McDermott. Then decided that doing paperwork was the price of freedom from some things, or people. Dennison was a good ship. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1248) Of course. Everyone else was there but him. He'd forgotten his watch this morning and some of the analyses had been fascinating. Mostly because some of the sensors had been knocked out of alignment more than anything, which was frustrating. As a result, he had very little to show for. Maddox was working on a way for the computer to still use the data by compensating, and for that he was grateful. It would take time, however. He had a half-empty PADD, and that was it. ~Late and useless. Way to go, man.~ He sat down in the first seat available, just to duck out of sight as quickly as possible. (Reply none needed) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1311) "Mister Weaver, I've left you with sensors, so I think it best that we gather more data on the subspace bubble that put us into our present position. Additionally, I see no reason not to collect data for later analysis." "Of course, sir. Our eyes and ears are yours. I'll start rotating a tech on the Bridge full-time. I feel it's important I stay down with my crew for the moment, however." (Reply CO or FO, if necessary) […] "Mister Xim, take us to yellow alert, raise tactical shields and have mister Dralar set an intercept course. I'm on my way to the bridge. captain out." The channel closed and Ahmed regarded the officers at the table, each in turn. "If there is another federation vessel out there, they could be in worse shape than we are. It's our duty to render aid. This meeting is dismissed, tend to your assignments upon the completion of our current situation." The captain got up and everyone filed out of the room, getting ready for whatever was thrown their way. He keyed his commbadge. "Science Lab #1, whoever's in charge, we have just received a distress signal. Ask CONN for the coordinates and tighten sensor gain on that part of the grid, I want as much of a positive ID by the time I join you. I want to know if they could have been hit by the bubble's wave as well." (Reply any in science, if necessary) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1316) Tom mouth water5ed as Dorian Weaver went after lunch. In spite of all that had happened, he was glad he was with this particular crew. Jackson was not empathic but he sensed the despair and frustration Ensign Weaver felt. He smiled as he remembered times when he and pulled similar duty. Tom waved at the Ensign, hoping to get his attention before he departed. (reply: Dorian iyw) "Ensign, many thanks for the food. You don;t realize how much I appreciate the effort" Tom said. (reply: Dorian IYW) "Lastly, don't worry we all have days where we do these type things Dorian" Jackson dded. (reply: Dorian) Tom watched the young officer leave. He was a good man and Tom wished him well mentally. (reply: Any/None) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1317) As Dorian put the tray on a retractable table he had summoned from the wall, he saw the ACOPS waving him over. ~a massage, while we're at it?~ But he kept his composure as cool as he could. "Ensign, many thanks for the food. You don;t realize how much I appreciate the effort" Tom said. And that hit him right in the jaw. Sure, he was cranky, and tired, and hungry, but these people were human too. Or at least biological entities that needed sustenance. He felt humbled, and a weight lifted off his shoulders. "It was my pleasure, sir, we all have to watch out for each other." "Lastly, don't worry we all have days where we do these type things Dorian" Jackson added. The informal tone caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting a senior officer to use his first name on the Bridge, of all places. Once again, this opened his rigid mind to the myriad possibilities that being with Starfleet offered. "I'll keep that in mind," and he hesitated, "Tom." He straightened his back, and headed for the turbolift, boosted by the short but meaningful exchange. (No reply necessary) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1335) Raschen decided to take a short, late lunch and eat in the observation lounge for 2 reasons. 1. It had a fantastic view; and 2. That is were the captain wanted to have his meeting. Chance sat down in the back corner by the window and just stared out into nothingness and let his mind wonder as he lazily ate his peanut butter & jelly sandwich and drank his southern style sweet tea. A little while later the door opened, it took Raschen a brief moment to pull himself away from his thoughts and look at who entered the room. (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1337) T'Larah walked into the observations lounge with her attention mostly on her PADD, with only just enough awareness on where she was going. She looked up from her PADD and noticed she wasn't the only one there. "Hello, Chance, congratulations on your promotion. I didn't get the opportunity to tell you before I left." she offered. (Reply Lt Raschen) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1338) When the door opened, it took Raschen a brief moment to pull himself away from his thoughts and look at who entered the room. He was almost surprised to see that it was Sullivan. ~Grandpa Ed was right; she does have one heck of a nice body~ he thought as T'Larah walked into the observations lounge reading what was on her PADD as she walked. When she looked up from her PADD, Chance heard "Hello Chance, congratulations on your promotion. I didn't get the opportunity to tell you before I left." He couldn’t help but smile as he got up from sitting on the window sill and walked over to place his plate and glass in the recycler with his napkin. As he started moving, Chance said “I thank you ma’am. I’m sorry T’Larah, I didn’t get a chance to extend my congratulations to you either. I’ll be honest, I’m kinda surprised to see you; I thought you were in school or some jazz like that.” (Reply Sullivan) After making his deposit into the recycler, Raschen walked over to the conference table, pulled out a chair and turned it, offering it to the Vulcan woman to sit in. He may be a pirate, but Raschen still had some semblance of the good manners and since of chivalry his mother instilled in him. (Reply Sullivan) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1338.5) “I thank you ma’am. I’m sorry T’Larah, I didn’t get a chance to extend my congratulations to you either. I’ll be honest, I’m kinda surprised to see you; I thought you were in school or some jazz like that.” Chance said as he placed his tableware into the recyclers. "I have been, for two weeks I've been away. Am I that much of a hermit that you haven't noticed I've been gone?" She asked quizzically, but not loaded with the usual emotion that a human asking the same question would be, more passively. She sat down placing her PADD squarely in front of her. (Reply Chance) "Well the course is usually thirty days, because of our mission they condensed the whole class down to fourteen days. It made for some long nights but nothing most students couldn't handle physically." she said almost like a report. (Reply Chance) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1338.7) "I have been, for two weeks I've been away. Am I that much of a hermit that you haven't noticed I've been gone?" She asked quizzically, but not loaded with the usual emotion that a human asking the same question would be, more passively. She sat down placing her PADD squarely in front of her. Thinking of the way Sullivan moves when she walks “No, believe me, I’ve noticed you being gone. I just thought you would have been gone longer.” "Well the course is usually thirty days, because of our mission they condensed the whole class down to fourteen days. It made for some long nights but nothing most students couldn't handle physically." she said almost like a report. “All work and no play, huh?” he said as he started shaking his head. “May I ask you a not very personal question, T’Larah?” (Reply Sullivan) “When was the last time you let your hair down, so to speak, and just have fun?” Chance asked. (Reply Sullivan) (Reply Sullivan) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1338.8) “May I ask you a not very personal question, T’Larah?” Chance asked. "You may." she responded her right eyebrow raised, her curiosity piqued. “When was the last time you let your hair down, so to speak, and just have fun?” Chance asked. "If you are refering to my hair, I let it down nightly for personal grooming. I also enjoy many hobbies. Three dimentional chess, sparring against different martial arts, I also have a cat that requires some of my attention." she responded in an utterly Vulcan fashion. (Reply Chance) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1340) Thinking that she might possibly the first to the meeting Josh grinned when she walked in the room only to find Mr Raschen already there. Smiling at him she sat down in her seat and spoke to him. "It's a pleasure to see you here early Mr Raschen. How is your department coping?" (Reply Raschen iyw) As they chatted various other department heads and assistants made their way into the room and Josh nodded and greeted them all. (Reply Raschen, any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1340.2) While Chance and T’Larah were talking, he suddenly glanced over her shoulder when the door opened. Smiling at him Josh sat down in her seat and spoke to him. "It's a pleasure to see you here early Mr Raschen. How is your department coping?" Looking at Sullivan, Raschen turned his focus toward the XO and said matter of factly with a smirk on his face “Like crap ma’am, the lot of us.” (Reply Josh, any iyw) As they chatted various other department heads and assistants made their way into the room and Josh nodded and greeted them all. (Reply Josh, any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1340.5) While Chance and T’Larah were talking, he suddenly glanced over her shoulder when the door opened. Smiling at him Josh sat down in her seat and spoke to him. "It's a pleasure to see you here early Mr Raschen. How is your department coping?" Looking at Sullivan, Raschen turned his focus toward the XO and said matter of factly with a smirk on his face “Like crap ma’am, the lot of us.” Josh grinned back at him. "Well Mr Raschen if you are only at crap then you're doing well. Keep up the good work." (Reply Chance iyw, but not needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- observation lounge - CMO, Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 3- 1345) Allie walked into the observation lounge juggling a cup of hot mocha and a stack of PADDS. Her day had been exceptionally busy, and she had just completed a complete inventory of the ship's perishable medical supplies. They had consumed quite a few since the accident had occurred. There stores of radiation treatment drugs was low, as were some of the more potent non-replicable antibiotics. Still for the most part, things could have been much worse. If Caskie had not run such a tight Medical department, then Allie was certain that things would have been disastrous. As it was, she had been fortunate that she had not needed to give very many orders. Kitty knew what needed to be done and her experience and expertise had really made things go as smoothly as the situation had allowed. Allie placed the PADDs on the table, took a sip of her Mocha and waited for the meeting to begin. (reply Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - observation lounge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 3 - 1346) Tom Jackson arrived with his mug of coffee and his padds. The report took a long time to compile - lots of things to report. As he entered , he took a seat across from Dr. Wyler, the CMO. "Hello Doctor, I'm Tom Jackson" he said in greeting. (reply: Dr. Wyler ) They chatted as the others arrived. They each greeted their friends and chatted while the rest assembled. (reply: any IYW) (Posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3-1350) Alimi took a deep breath as he stepped into the observation lounge. He knew that the ship's status wasn't good, although admittedly, it was better than it had been yesterday. The situation had been grim, but he had kept the repair crews working on the power relays throughout the night and all of yesterday, trying to reestablish some stability in the system. The plasma discharges that had managed to strike the ship when the shields had failed had been transferred directly into the EPS conduits. Unable to handle the sudden power spikes they had fused, shorted or otherwise failed. Some had fused closed, which kept the power moving through the ship although it promoted additional spikes. Others thankfully had fused open, which was a mixed blessing. With them open, they could not convery any power to the ciruits down the line. That was also the problem, it made rerouting power almost impossible. Still he had his report, and they had fixed most of the primary relays. There were still dozens of secondaries to look at however. He nodded at those already present as he took his seat. He dropped the two PADD containing the status of ths ship's power systems on the table in front of him and waited for the briefing to begin. (reply any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation lounge - aCOPs- Ensign Smith -1353) Robert entered the observation lounge and nodded to the gathered officer and found his seat. He looked at the PADD he had brought with him so that he could make sure that he had all the up to date information on the power system. He spent most of last night and this morning in the bowels of the Rose’s Jefferies tubes running checks and repairs on the numerous EPS conduits. He felt like he new the systems back to front and inside out. He looked around the table and wondered what the Captain was going to say to them. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Day 3- 1355.5) The harvester was recharging, storing away the primal energies of the stars to power it's massive reactors and systems. It was growing exponentially stronger by the moment. When it's power levels were sufficient to scan the surrounding area, it did so. a long distance off it detected a stable warp field. As they did not occur naturally, the harvester deduced that it belonged to a starship. billions of calculations triggered inside it's mechanical mind and it dug through the portions of it's memory banks that it could access until it found the repeating fragment of a progressive distress signal. It was merely a mathematical progression, designed to be recognizable against the background radio waves of the universe. It had detected this same signal several cycles ago, it had been emitted by a specimen that had been collected for further study. The specimen that had sent the previous signal had a similar stable warp signature. Therefore, the Harvester concluded, it may belong to the same species. It was time to begin again. It began transmitting. And waited. (Reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Stacey Martinovich -1356) Stacey was in something less than a good mood when she stepped into the observation lounge. Her scalp itched fiercly after being healed, she still had a headache, and her ship had a bandaid on almost every major system. She rued the time that this meeting was going to take, she resented it most fiercely. The Engineering crew belonged in engineering right now, fixing the damage that had been done. The Captain had been an engineer once, one would think that he'd know their proper place. ... yet, here they were anyway. It was a d*mned nuisance. The only good thing about the day was that they weren’t being bounced around any more by gravitational distortions or spacal anomalies, and there was no danger of them being microwaved medium-well anytime soon. That end hadn’t particularly appealed to her. Although the idea of the ship being twisted into a pretzel hadnt been appealing either. It just went to show, no matter how advanced the ship, the universe was always bigger and meaner then you were. She took a seat next to her ACEO and put a couple of padds on the table, systems status and a few other odds and ends. She had her Engineering PADD tied into the computer, she could give real-time orders if necessary, though she'd given enough orders to keep her crew busy for the time this meeting was supposed to go on. Thinking back on it, she'd threatened them with bodily damage if they'd slacked off in the slightest. some of them were already on triple shifts, Stacey herself hadn’t gotten anything but five minutes in her engineering chair. And after all that time awake, she still hadn’t figured out a good way to jury-rig the main deflector. that would make getting home particularly interesting. She had a few ideas for juryrigging some devices to produce the necessary pulse. But they would all take some time... probably lots of time. Stacey leaned to Lt Morrow, "What's our latest on the relays?" (reply: Morrow, any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3-1356.1) Alimi had been so engrossed in his Report reading that he had not noticed the Chief Engineer take the seat next to him. "What's our latest on the relays?" she said. It took Alimi's very tired brain a moment to register the question. He took a look at this PADD and replied. "129 items on my to-do list, chief." he said with a sigh, "I had some set backs with crew fatigue, had to rework twelve of the repairs we pulled on the port side relays. We've got the Main deflectors powered nice and solid, same with Life support and SIF as well." Another jab of his thumb brought up another report. "The official scuttlebutt is that I'm a heartless Bastard who only wants to work my crews to death. Regardless of that nonsense, I can at least say that all the primary relays are repaired now, it's the secondaries that we need to fix at this point. Individual equipment, terminals and systems are the hardest hit by that, all major compartments have the ability for positive power flow although Operations seems to be hoarding it at present." He slid the PADD over to her. "Take a look if you want." (reply Martinovich iyw) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Stacey Martinovich - 1356.5) "129 items on my to-do list, chief. I had some set backs with crew fatigue, had to rework twelve of the repairs we pulled on the port side relays. We've got the Main deflectors powered nice and solid, same with Life support and SIF as well." Stacey rubbed her face as he continued, "The official scuttlebutt is that I'm a heartless Bastard who only wants to work my crews to death. Regardless of that nonsense, I can at least say that all the primary relays are repaired now, it's the secondaries that we need to fix at this point. Individual equipment, terminals and systems are the hardest hit by that, all major compartments have the ability for positive power flow although Operations seems to be hoarding it at present." He slid the PADD over to her. "Take a look if you want." Stacey took the PADD, "Fatigue is taking its toll," she said as she scrolled the PADD. "We're going to institute port-and-starboard steaming, after this shift we'll send half the engineering crew for a minimum of six hours of rest, followed by the other half. We've got too much to do for them to all drop on the deck plates. I'll bring it up with the Captain later." she eyed him for a moment, "You'll be in that first shift, Lieutenant, you and T'Kron. You both can relieve me in six hours." (reply: Morrow, with room for conversation) Stacey put the PADD back on the table and leaned back, waiting for the meeting to start. NRPG: Port- and-Starboard steaming. It’s a naval term for half the crew being at rest, the other half on duty, during times of war or crisis. Rather than running double or triple shifts, it ensures that there is always one contingent of the crew resting in case there are further problems. (reply: Morrow, any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - 1356.6) Stacey took the PADD, "Fatigue is taking its toll," she said as she scrolled the PADD. "We're going to institute port-and-starboard steaming, after this shift we'll send half the engineering crew for a minimum of six hours of rest, followed by the other half. We've got too much to do for them to all drop on the deck plates. I'll bring it up with the Captain later." she eyed him for a moment, "You'll be in that first shift, Lieutenant, you and T'Kron. You both can relieve me in six hours." Alimi gave her a half smile. "I'd argue with you about that last bit Chief, but frankly I'm too selfish and too damn exhausted to bother with it right now." he replied. "Besides, you're right, we need to have some of the repair crews stand down before someone mistakes the Antimatter injectors for a cappuccino machine." (reply Martinovich iyw) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – Lt Martinovich - 1359) Stacey pulled a stim out of her pocket and popped it, washing it down with a swig of black coffee, as the CO walked into the room with what appeared to be the last of the senior staff. She grimaced as she eyed them, as much from the taste as the sight of the exhaustion on their faces. After a few moments she looked back down at her engineering PADD and authorized one last repair before the meeting could begin. Nothing much required authorization, she’d only been away from engineering for fifteen minutes after all. Finally, everyone settled down at the Captain called the meeting to order. "We're not going to waste a great deal of time here, there are several items on the meeting agenda and we all have a great deal to do. So with that in mind let's get right to it." He paused and looked right at Stacey, she quirked an eyebrow at him in return. "Mister Martinovich, What's the latest on our repair status?" Stacey taped the table and turned slightly to the Captain, before leaning back in her chair. “We’ve repaired most of the minor things, though we have a list of non-essential repairs as long as my left leg.” She stopped, “Maybe a bit longer.” She pulled out another PADD, “Most of the primary power relays have been repaired or jury-rigged, but there are a mass of secondary relays that still need fixed. The power spike we took fused a lot of systems, but the EPS and power distribution systems took the brunt. Our navigational shields took a beating, we’ll not get them back up to full.” She paused, “And the navigational deflector is burnt out, and unrepairable.” She looked at the ACEO’s, “Did I miss anything important?” (reply: TKron, Marrow, if desired) Ahmed nodded. "What's your best estimate, taking into account the fact that the crew needs rest?" She looked at the PADD, “I’m instituting Port-and-Starboard steaming, as soon as we get out of this meeting.” She paused and considered it all. “We can have your major systems to the highest standard we can achieve in the field within twenty-four hours. The non-essential systems we’ll tackle one at a time, upwards of a week.” "Let's do our best to stick to that estimate." Stacey picked up her coffee mug and raised it in a salute. “Of course,” ~Meaning, Duh?~ (reply: any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1359) Ahmed followed T'Kron, V'Shera and Nayati into the Observation Lounge, giving them both a stern look as he crossed into the room. They weren't technically late, of course, but they were right on the edge of being so. Ahmed moved with purpose to his usual seat. He was happy to see Sullivan back aboard ship, although he didn't remember seeing a report concerning her arrival. ~Oh well, It's probably at the bottom of the stack, after all the priority reports.~ he thought to himself as he took his seat. "We're not going to waste a great deal of time here, there are several items on the meeting agenda and we all have a great deal to do. So with that in mind let's get right to it." "Mister Martinovich, What's the latest on our repair status?" (reply Martinovich) Ahmed nodded. "What's your best estimate, taking into account the fact that the crew needs rest?" (reply Martinovich) "Let's do our best to stick to that estimate." (reply Martinovich) "Mister Jackson," Ahmed said turning his attention to the ship's Chief of Operations. "With our Portside reactor down and the power relays still in need of some serious repair, we're going to have to institute power rationing. That means I want all food replicators taken off-line, and any compartments that are not occupied or environmentally critical powered down. Have Chef Gastineaux start using the ship's standard stores for the crews meals. Work up a meal rotation schedule so that everyone has a time they can take a bite to eat, for three squares or more as their unique physiology may require. Cancel all non-critical Holodeck use and go to standby lighting in common areas. We'll need to maintain full power availability on the sensors, SIF, Tactical shields, and any other critical ship's systems. Get with Mister Sullivan to figure out where we can cut power from some of the ship's tactical systems without leaving us too vulnerable." (reply Jackson) Ahmed nodded. "Mister Sullivan, I want you to minimize the duty crew at the Torpedo bays and Phaser Control areas to correspond to the decisions that you and Jackson make on the power requirements. Shift those personnel to supplement repair teams or security teams as their skills permit. Also separate out roughly 1/2 the ship's torpedo compliment and have them standing by for operational use. For the rest of the munitions, stow them for short term storage and then shut down the power to the magazine where they're stored. The idea here is to maximize our power rationing without compromising our ability to defend ourselves." (reply Sullivan) "Mister Raschen, with the crew on edge as a result of long work shifts, I want you to keep a tight off duty Rota for security. People are going to get irritated easier and I want to make certain that we maintain discipline and order aboard ship. If you hear reports of a breakdown in discipline, detain those responsible and see to it they get a few hours rest. keep your security people alert and active I want to make certain that we don't have any needless incidents if they can be deterred by the presence of security personnel. (reply Raschen) "Mister Nayati, what's the crew's current Morale and stress?" (reply Nayati) "I see. I want your people in the counseling department making the rounds keeping your eyes open for potentially hazardous situations brought on by fatigue or stress." (reply Nayati) "Mister Weaver, I've left you with sensors, so I think it best that we gather more data on the subspace bubble that put us into our present position. Additionally, I see no reason not to collect data for later analysis." (reply Weaver) Ahmed nodded. "I asked all the assistant department heads here, because I wanted them to here the next bit alongside the department heads." "As of this moment, we are unable to affect repairs on the Main deflector array. Without the main array we can not return through the subspace river terminus back to Federation Space. We have the ability to send out auxiliary craft to communicate our situation to Star Fleet, so the situation is not so critical that we are cut off." "However, the fleet will not be able to conduct our repairs here either, that means that eventually, we will be forced to strike out for home the long way. The distance is 800 light-years, and with the ship's systems the way they are now, it would take us roughly 53 days of constant travel at warp five to get home. This is the reason that we are rationing our power reserves." "The ship is not in immediate danger, so I see no need to request assistance at this time..." Ahmed was interrupted by the chirp of the ship's communications system. =^= Xim to the captain.=^= "Go ahead mister Xim." Ahmed replied. =^=Sir Lieutenant Dralar is reporting that we are detecting a distress signal from within the nebula. It's an automated transponder, no voice or video.=^= "Any idea what the signal's origin is." =^= We believe it may be a Federation Starship, Mister Dralar is trying to isolate the Ship's communications prefix as we speak.=^= Ahmed glanced over at Caskie then around the table, Alimi nodded at him. No one seemed to tell him that he was about to make a bad decision. "Mister Xim, take us to yellow alert, raise tactical shields and have mister Dralar set an intercept course. I'm on my way to the bridge. captain out." The channel closed and Ahmed regarded the officers at the table, each in turn. "If there is another federation vessel out there, they could be in worse shape than we are. It's our duty to render aid. This meeting is dismissed, tend to your assignments upon the completion of our current situation." He stood up as the officers shuffled out of the room. He turned to Caskie, the last officer remaining. "I hope I just made the correct decision." he said to her. I don't see any other alternative." (reply Caskie) "Let's get to the bridge." (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1400) Josh has simply listened and made notes all the way through the briefing. The ship seemed relatively safe and present and the Captain had things well in hand and there was nothing she needed to add at present. So she simply treated it as an ongoing learning process, made notes about power consumption, crew morale, and shifts intending to speak to various department heads later. When Xim interrupted them Josh was surprised since it would take something major for anyone to interrupt during a departmental meeting, but as soon as she heard his report she understood why. As everyone else filed out back to their departments Captain Salid turned to her. "I hope I just made the correct decision." he said to her. I don't see any other alternative." Josh shook her head. "To be honest Sir I don't see that you had any other choice. A distress call overrides just about everything else, and a distress call from another Federation ship. Well, you know the regulations just as well as I do." "Let's get to the bridge." Josh simply nodded and followed him out of the room. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1402) "Mister Raschen, with the crew on edge as a result of long work shifts, I want you to keep a tight off duty Rota for security. People are going to get irritated easier and I want to make certain that we maintain discipline and order aboard ship. If you hear reports of a breakdown in discipline, detain those responsible and see to it they get a few hours rest. keep your security people alert and active I want to make certain that we don't have any needless incidents if they can be deterred by the presence of security personnel. “I’ll make it happen somehow sir. One thing though sir, two thirds of my people that have experience in other departments are currently detailed out to assist with repairs where they have experience. The final third is taking up the slack. Should I pull back those that I have detailed out sir?” Raschen asked looking for guidance. (Reply Salid) “Roger that sir.” (Reply Salid) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Observation Lounge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1402.5) "I'll make it happen somehow sir. One thing though sir, two thirds of my people that have experience in other departments are currently detailed out to assist with repairs where they can. The final third is taking up the slack. Should I pull back those that I have detailed out sir?" Raschen asked. Ahmed thought for a second. "I'll let you decide best how to handle your staffing requirements, Mister Raschen. I'm certain that you'll make a good decision on the matter." "Roger that sir." (Reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1402.7) "Mister Sullivan, I want you to minimize the duty crew at the Torpedo bays and Phaser Control areas to correspond to the decisions that you and Jackson make on the power requirements. Shift those personnel to supplement repair teams or security teams as their skills permit. Also separate out roughly 1/2 the ship's torpedo compliment and have them standing by for operational use. For the rest of the munitions, stow them for short term storage and then shut down the power to the magazine where they're stored. The idea here is to maximize our power rationing without compromising our ability to defend ourselves." the Captain stated. "I will get working on that by the end of shift. It should be accomplished with-in forty-eight hours barring any unforeseen complications." she stated. Ahmed handed out assignments to the rest of the crew until the meeting was interrupted. =^= Xim to the captain.=^= "Go ahead mister Xim." Ahmed replied. =^=Sir Lieutenant Dralar is reporting that we are detecting a distress signal from within the nebula. It's an automated transponder, no voice or video.=^= "Any idea what the signal's origin is." =^= We believe it may be a Federation Starship, Mister Dralar is trying to isolate the Ship's communications prefix as we speak.=^= Ahmed glanced over at Caskie then around the table, Alimi nodded at him. No one seemed to tell him that he was about to make a bad decision. "Mister Xim, take us to yellow alert, raise tactical shields and have mister Dralar set an intercept course. I'm on my way to the bridge. captain out." The channel closed and Ahmed regarded the officers at the table, each in turn. "If there is another federation vessel out there, they could be in worse shape than we are. It's our duty to render aid. This meeting is dismissed, tend to your assignments upon the completion of our current situation." The Captain stood up as T'Larah and the other officers funneled out of the room to tend to their assignments. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 1408) Looking at the auras and determined faces of command crew and department heads were now in attendance, Jon felt a dull sinking in his stomach. As each department head spoke up, Jon's pessimism only increased. The ship was badly in need of repair. Some of the ship's systems were going to be drastically cut back, with everybody having to work extra hours to barely keep the Rosenante ship shape. Though only six lives had been lost in the incredible turbulence of the subspace bubble rupture, there were a fairly large number of crew and civilians injured none the less. He was thinking on all these disquieting and depressing things, when Captain Salid spoke to Jon. "Mister Nayati, what's the crew's current morale and stress?" Jon didn't even try to take a cleansing breath before he spoke. "You have an excellent crew, Captain Salid. I am honored to be serving with them. Being professional Star Fleet Officers and NCOs, they've adapted well to the unexpected events that damaged the Rosenante three days ago." (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid or any, IYW) "I've toured the ship, listened to and observed the crew professionally over the last day Sir," Jon said. "The crew morale is still good, but there are signs of growing stress. The high stress level will continue to rise as long as we are in this survival situation. It should decrease once we get out of our bare survival situation. Hopefully, nothing else will happen to jeopardize our predicament any further." 'I see," Captain Salid said. "I want your people in the counseling department making the rounds keeping your eyes open for potentially hazardous situations brought on by fatigue or stress." "As you command, Captain Salid," Jon said. (Reply Captain Salid or Any, IYW) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge – aCOPs – Ensign Smith - 1410)   Robert had listened intensely to what the department head had to say about the condition of the ship. He knew it was bad taking a walked around the EPS systems told his then easily enough but it was what was effecting the departments which gave him a grater understanding of how bad things really were.   He looked over at the Captain as he took charge of the meeting again.   "I asked all the assistant department heads here, because I wanted them to here the next bit alongside the department heads."   "As of this moment, we are unable to affect repairs on the Main deflector array. Without the main array we can not return through the subspace river terminus back to Federation Space. We have the ability to send out auxiliary craft to communicate our situation to Star Fleet, so the situation is not so critical that we are cut off."   ~Wounder if we could ride the Rose’s behind one of the shuttles as it enters the subspace terminus as we cost in behind it…~   "However, the fleet will not be able to conduct our repairs here either, that means that eventually, we will be forced to strike out for home the long way. The distance is 800 light-years, and with the ship's systems the way they are now, it would take us roughly 53 days of constant travel at warp five to get home. This is the reason that we are rationing our power reserves."   ~…or would there just be a shuttle shaped core arriving at the other end coz the whole ship could not fit~   "The ship is not in immediate danger, so I see no need to request assistance at this time..."   Ahmed was interrupted by the chirp of the ship's communications system.   =^= Xim to the captain.=^=   "Go ahead mister Xim." Ahmed replied.   =^=Sir Lieutenant Dralar is reporting that we are detecting a distress signal from within the nebula. It's an automated transponder, no voice or video.=^=   "Any idea what the signal's origin is."   =^= We believe it may be a Federation Starship, Mister Dralar is trying to isolate the Ship's communications prefix as we speak.=^=   ~Looks like we might be on combat rashions after this but hay ho. Just going to have to like them~   "Mister Xim, take us to yellow alert, raise tactical shields and have mister Dralar set an intercept course. I'm on my way to the bridge. captain out."   The channel closed and Ahmed regarded the officers at the table, each in turn.   "If there is another federation vessel out there, they could be in worse shape than we are. It's our duty to render aid. This meeting is dismissed, tend to your assignments upon the completion of our current situation."   Robert stood up and followed Jackson out of the observation lounge he waited with his boss in case there was something specific Jackson wanted him to do before he returned to his post.   (reply Jackson IYW, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 30/CCOUNS Lt (jg) Jon Nayati – 1412) Jon listened and observed as the remainder of the department heads briefed Captain Salid on their section's operational status. Captain Salid listened carefully and issued excellent commands based on the various section reports he'd received. ". . . However, the fleet will not be able to conduct our repairs here either. That means that eventually, we will be forced to strike out for home the long way. The distance is 800 light-years, and with the ship's systems the way they are now, it would take us roughly 53 days of constant travel at warp five to get home. This is the reason that we are rationing our power reserves." ~That will take a long time to return to the nearest Star Base. But, at least, we will be flying away from danger and not toward it, like we would be doing if we unwisely returned to the Beltanis Nursery.~ Captain Salid declared, "The ship is not in immediate danger, so I see no need to request assistance at this time..." At that moment Captain Salid's talk was interrupted from the Bridge. =^=Xim to the Captain.=^= "Go ahead Mister Xim," Ahmed replied. =^=Sir Lieutenant Dralar is reporting that we are detecting a distress signal from within the nebula. It's an automated transponder; no voice or video.=^= "Any idea what the signal's origin is?" =^=We believe it may be a Federation Starship. Mister Dralar is trying to isolate the ship's communications prefix as we speak.=^= Though most of his formal Star Fleet education was related to medicine and counseling, Jon was educated in star ship regulations as well. At Star Base Geneva, Jon had been further schooled in command procedures as well. Given all this previous training, Jon was not surprised by Captain Salid's next words. "Mister Xim, take us to yellow alert, raise tactical shields and have Mister Dralar set an intercept course. I'm on my way to the Bridge. Captain out." The channel closed and Ahmed regarded the officers at the table, each in turn. Jon saw the concern written on Captain Salid's face and in his bright aura. He read similar duty bound reactions as well from the other officers present. As Captain Salid finished speaking, Jon felt an icy lump twisting in the pit of his stomach. ~We have been wounded Great Spirit, and we are not at our full strength. But our sacred duty to save others compels us to back to the Nursery. Hopefully we do not go from the frying pan, into the fire.~ "If there is another Federation vessel out there, they could be in worse shape than we are. It's our duty to render aid. This meeting is dismissed; tend to your assignments upon the completion of our current situation." Jon filed out with the rest of the command officers and department chiefs. Getting the nearest turbolift, Jon returned to the Bridge. Taking up the third seat, Jon awaited the Captain's return. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - Lt Martinovich - 1415) Stacey stood immediately after the Captain, "Morrow, T'Kron, with me." she said shortly. She grabbed her PADDS and stuck them in specially designed pockets on her uniform as she nudged her way through the crowd. Once through, she pulled her hair back and put it in a rough pony tail, and said: "Rest will have to wait, for the moment." she said as the three began making their way to a turbolift. "We're about to go back into the soup. Morrow, spread out some teams and watch those EPS conduits, if they fail again while we're making a headlong rush..." She didn’t have to finish the thought. (reply: Morrow) "T'Kron, you'll be with me in engineering." (reply: T'Kron) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1416) "Morrow, T'Kron, with me." Martinovich said as she stood, grabbing her PADDS and sticking them in specially designed pockets on her uniform. Once through, she pulled her hair back and put it in a rough pony tail, and said: "Rest will have to wait, for the moment." she said as the three began making their way to a turbolift. "We're about to go back into the soup. Morrow, spread out some teams and watch those EPS conduits, if they fail again while we're making a headlong rush..." She didn't have to finish the thought. Alimi nodded, "You've got it Chief." he replied simply. They all understood the situation as it really was. "T'Kron, you'll be with me in engineering." Alimi, hopped off the Turbo Lift on Deck 3. As he exited he tapped his commbadge. "Morrow to Engineers, Carson, Henderson, Rogers, Nov'x and M'Tek. Assemble your teams and divide them up through out the Jeffries junctions to monitor our EPS conduits. We're taking the ship back into the nebula." The three officers responded, but it was Carson that added his opinion as well, =^= With all due respect, sir, but we're in no condition to go back in there. Didn't you tell the Captain..?=^= Before she could finish her statement, Alimi interrupted her. "Mister Carson, we have just received a distress signal from another vessel. The captain has put his faith in us to see to it that we keep this ship operational long enough for us to rescue any survivors aboard that ship and extract ourselves from the nebula. We are not questioning the captain's orders. We're carrying them out. Do I make myself clear Ensign?" There was a pause, before she answered. =^=Aye, sir. Crystal clear.=^= "Very good, Morrow out" --------------------------------------------------------------------- I suggest that before reading this post that you visit the Wiki page: http://www.startrekfreedom.com/wiki/index.php/The_Harvester (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1430) Ahmed sat leaned forward anxiously in his command chair. The Rosenante was cutting through the nebula gas with little difficulty, yet despite that Ahmed was still apprehensive. ~Once bitten.~ he thought "Any sign of that signal's source, Mister Dralar?" "It is dead ahead, Captain. 150,000 kilometers." He looked at the jumbled protoplanetary debris on the main viewer. If there was a ship out there, it was nearly impossible to see it. The fact that their sensors were further hindered due to the high background radiation in the gas cloud didn't help matters any. He had been hesitant to venture back into the nebula after their last experience. but the signal that they had detected amongst the background radiation smacked of an automated distress beacon to him. The inconclusive proof that it could be a Federation Beacon was even more enticing. If there was a ship in trouble out there, it was their duty to do everything in their power to render aid. "There captain, lower left quadrant of the screen." someone called out. Ahmed's eyes tracked down and left, and he noticed the obviously refined sphere that seemed to be the source of the signal. "The computer has matched the carrier prefix." Dralar announced, "The prefix belongs to the USS Epiphany, A nova class starship, registry NCC-913081, records indicate that see went missing with all hands on Stardate 2391.06.15. She was presumed destroyed with all hands on Stardate 2392.01.19." "That does not look like a Nova Class starship Mister Dralar." Ahmed replied. "No captain it does not, it is possible that they are repeating a signal that they intercepted, or it is possible that they may have the Epiphany's transponder on board." Dralar adjusted course to place the sphere in the center of their view screen, and Ahmed watched as the sphere grew steadily larger and more detailed. The vessel was being struck repeatedly by several thousand plasma discharges, as it floated along inside the cloud of debris. "How large is it?" Ahmed asked. (reply Weaver) Ahmed let out a small whistle. He had never encountered a vessel that large that was not a star base. "Mister Dralar, take us to 25,000 kilometers and hold position." "Aye captain." The Rosenante continued moving forward, occasionally rattled by the impact of minor debris against the ship's tactical shields. Without their navigational shields, the impacts were much more commonplace than Ahmed preferred. The structured transmission that Ahmed though was a distress beacon were more easily recognized now. Their crisp staccato sounds were clearly separated from the background radio waves bounding all around the Nursery. Their own subspace communications, lacking for sufficient power as a result of their damage, had forced them to get within 25,000 kilometers to ensure that they could be heard. "Mister Jackson, hail them." (reply Jackson) "Try again." Ahmed ordered, hoping this time to make contact. Suddenly the message that had been playing over the overhead speaker, went silent, and all that could be heard was the crackling of background energy. Suddenly a bright green series of energy beams lanced out from the large ship and swept across the Rosenante. Their light seemed to almost pass through the ship, as Ahmed watched a line of green light advance from the front of the bridge to the rear, contouring itself around everything and everyone present. "Mister Weaver, were we just scanned?" (reply Weaver) Ahmed nodded. "Better safe than sorry, take us to red alert Mister Raschen, have security start sweeping the ship to make certain that we didn't have anyone beam aboard somehow." (reply Raschen) Another beam then shot out from the vessel, encapsulating the Rosenante in some sort of tractor beam. The ship shook when the beam engaged. "Mister Dralar, fall back to the safe zone!" Ahmed ordered. The Skorr helmsman wildly tapped buttons on his console in an attempt to comply before declaring, "we're held tight, Captain I don't have enough power to break free." Ahmed slapped his commbadge, "Engineering, I need power to the impulse drives now!" (reply Martinovich) The ship strained and groaned as she fought against the alien tractor beam. Two of the auxiliary consoles on the bridge exploded in a shower of sparks. "Any progress?" Ahmed asked the CONN officer. "none, Captain." Dralar replied. Several alarms started sounding at the engineering station. Ahmed knew that they were pushing the engines too hard. "Bring the engines to all stop, Mister Dralar." "All stop Aye sir." The sounds of the struggle ceased as the alarms silenced themselves. Another series of beams, these blue, shot out from the device and began sweeping across the hull of the Rosenante with incredible speed. The front of the bridge began to glow with a blue color, and as Ahmed watched the bulkhead and view screen took on an almost transparent appearance, and then began to disappear completely as if captured in some sort of transporter beam. "Mister Sullivan, adjust the..." (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- COPS, Lt Tom Jackson - Day 3- 1431) The tension was thick enough to cut with a phaser on the bridge. All eyes glued to the view screen. The Rosenante edge through the space debris sustaining minor hits. om checked the shields and so far they were holding. The captain reviewed The structured transmission that Ahmed though was a distress beacon were. Their crisp staccato sounds were clearly separated from the background radio waves bounding all around the Nursery. Their own subspace communications, lacking for sufficient power as a result of their damage, had forced them to get within 25,000 kilometers to ensure that they could be heard. "Mister Jackson, hail them" Ahmed ordered. "Hailing Frequencies open Sir" the OPS officer replied. No response came back. "Sir, no reply" Tom reported. Tom had the hail readied as he suspected the CO would want a 2nd try at contacting the vessel. "Try again." Ahmed ordered, hoping this time to make contact. As Jackson keyed the hail again, the automated message =ceased replaced by an eerie crackling of static. Tom neck hairs stood on end. This was not good at all. Snake-like streams of green beams enclosed the Rosenante. Salid spring to action as he ordered Lt Dralar to "Get to the safe zone". Dralar was a man of action and tried to get the ship moving on impulse power. Power consumption readings were going off the scale and as Tom was about to suggest they ease off, the CO ordered "All Stop". Blue beams shot out and encased the Rose. Tom's vision seem to cloud s if he were in a transporter beam. The view on the main view screen dissolved. Tom thought ~ What H****?` He was worried and worried badly. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Labs - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 3- 1433) Ever since they had been in direct LOS with the object, the presumed Federation Starship, Dorian's team had been running amok with scans and data analyses. So much that he had forced them to wear earpieces so they could concentrate on their own reports. This was not a Federation Starship by a longshot. =/\= How large is it? =/\= The Captain asked. "Sir, the main globe at one end is a little over 500 km in diameter. It is a perfect sphere, so I doubt very much that it wasn't build. We're still running an analysis on composition." [...] Suddenly a bright green series of energy beams lanced out from the large ship and swept across the Rosenante. Their light seemed to almost pass through the ship, as Dorian watched a line of green light advance from one side of the lab to the other, contouring itself around everything and everyone present. =/\= Mister Weaver, were we just scanned? =/\= " I'd say that's a definite possibility." He checked the active sensor logs. "Sir, this was the mother of all compressed beams. It's very much akin to our sweepers before we transport someone. It must have been able to get most of our details in a matter of nanoseconds. It might not be hostile, but definitely intrusive." (reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – Lt Martinovich - 1433) The Chief turned her head to look over her shoulder and watched the green light disappear from the last space in Engineering. Her eyebrow quirked slightly and she bellowed, "Just what the hell was that?" Before anyone could reply, the ship went to Red Alert. Stacey turned back to the console with a growl. "Route all available power to shields, prepare to route to weapons!" The Rosenante began to shudder not long later, just bad enough to force Martinovich to grab the console. "Report!" (reply: any) Stacey grabbed a hold of a chair and sat down hard, the Shields were suddenly undergoing strain in strange ways. Stacey's brow furrowed as she looked at it, it almost appeared as if they were caught in a tractor beam. The ship shuddered again, and the shields flared in sync. Whatever the energy was, it was making it past the shields, just catching the 'edge' of them. How that was possible, Stacey wasn’t quite sure. The only thing she was sure of- they were CERTAINLY in a tractor beam. "T'Kron, start cycling the shield Freqs, we're in a beam and its breaking through!" =^=Engineering, I need power to the impulse drives now!=^= The Chief turned in her chair and brought up Impulse Control on a secondary console. "Already on it Cap," she took a three second look at the situation, and then jacked up power on the closest emergency fusion generator and routed all the extra power, along with a few other things, to the impulse engines. someone on the bridge noticed, the engines immediately went into overload and the impulse houses went red-line temperature. She said nothing as she increased the flow of coolant to the engines, bringing the pressure to several hundred PSI over the specs. ~Hold together baby, just for a bit.~ she prayed. Several seconds and many alarms later, the engines cut out by a command from the bridge. Stacey blew air through her lips and cut back the power and coolant pressure. "Yeah, great." she said. "What's the status of the shield frequency sweep?" she bellowed as she turned back to the master situation console. Not long after that, a bright blue glow caught her attention. "Oh, not again... What the he..." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- FO, Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1434) Back on the Bridge Josh was sitting in her usual chair beside the Captain with at least some of the Bridge complement trying to track down the distress signal. Josh was monitoring her own screen when Mr Dralar spoke."The computer has matched the carrier prefix." Dralar announced, "The prefix belongs to the USS Epiphany, A nova class starship, registry NCC-913081, records indicate that she went missing with all hands on Stardate 2391.06.15. She was presumed destroyed with all hands on Stardate 2392.01.19." Suddenly everything on the bridge went dark and eventually came back into focus, bits at a time. Josh, coming from a Medical background knew that there was nothing wrong with the bridge and that it was all to do with her. She found herself standing up and glancing around hoped that no-one had noticed her momentary lapse. Sitting down it took her a while to register the beeping sound that worked it's way into her head. She had her hands clamped like vices over her arm rests and more or less activating all the buttons there. Releasing her hands and flexing her fingers Josh gazed at the floor all the while praying. Not sure entirely what she was praying for. ~Oh dear lord don't do this to me now. He has been dead for so long, please lord not now. Not when it is over and done with.~ (reply none) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Jefferies Tube 12B, Power Relay station - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1435) The Ship shuddered as another piece of cosmic debris bounced off the tactical shields. The minor energy flair was nothing to worry about in in the weakened state of the Rosenante's power distribution network. The plasma discharges were more hazardous, since the strikes fed right back into the shield capacitors and could cascade into the network. So far they'd been manageable and Alimi only hoped they would remain that way. Suddenly a strange green energy beam traced it's way down the length of the Jefferies Tube. Alimi had never seen anything like it before, but he knew that it was not something that originated on this ship. "What in the name..?" The ship's alert klaxon sounded the red alert and Alimi turned to really start monitoring their power systems with a supernatural focus. The ship shook, and Morrow watched as the power consumption spiked. He quickly shunted some of the excess power away from the damaged areas and into some of the newly repaired secondary compartments. Someone in engineering activated one of the emergency fusion generators and started pushing a huge influx of power into the impulse engines. The ship shuddered as Alimi, watched the power limiters open completely and start pushing the flow through the EPS conduits beyond their maximum safe limits. ~ Well, looks like were going to have another cascade failure~ he thought, although this time the Power suddenly dropped before the actual damage could be done. Letting out a sigh, Alimi directed Roger's damage control team to one of the lateral EPS relays that was showing signs of arc flashing. =^= Rogers I have an arc flash alarm on Relay 33-Victor in Section 19...=^= Alimi's voice trailed off as he suddenly noticed a blue colored beam sweeping down the tube towards him. The corridor and walls beyond the beam were becoming translucent and shimmering as if caught in some sort of transporter beam effect. "That's imposs..." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Day 3- 1439.5) The Harvester watched as the vessel approached. It assessed the ship's power levels and made adjustments to it's systems. When the ship sent subspace signals to the Harvester, the computer deduced that it was filled with sentient life. It then stopped transmitting it's signal and scanned the ship, mapping it's complete molecular arrangement in a matter of moments. It then extrapolated the complex energy signatures of it's primary drive, as well as it's magnetic containment system. While it was doing that, it reached out to hold the ship in place in preparation for the molecular transference. Once immobilized, the vessel attempted to flee. They always followed the same illogical course of action. When the data was complete, the Harvester began disassembling the starship, it's power signatures and inhabitants for storage in it's massive matter buffer. When the transfer was complete and all the matter had been converted to energy, it reassembled the starship, it's primary energy source and it's inhabitants inside the bone yard to await for instructions from the founders. The matter transfer complete, the harvester returned to it's task of restoring it's power supply. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hur'q Hive Ship- Command Chamber- Grand Imperator- S'Kanon- Day 3- 1440) S'Kanon rested in his central throne surrounded by the workers that buzzed around him like a hive within a hive. A diminutive female worker worked diligently to polish is iridescent green carapace to a high shine. He languished on his throne as the ultrasonic vibrations lulled him into a near state of pleasant catatonia. All around him, the technician workers buzzed about, gathering, collating and analyzing the data being gathered from the ship's sensor pods. the data was fresh and S'Kanon was hoping to fond something new that would help him determine which of the others sharing space with them here would be the best target for his next raid. They'd all been through this before. The Hur'q would attack, but with limited resources, they would never be able to press their advantage as far as S'Kanon had wanted. That had changed, preparations were in the works and the added realization that the outcome of his planning directly affected his own personal survival made him consider that they may need to push harder than they have ever pushed before. It had been nearly three cycles since the last ship had arrived. Then as always the Hur'q had attacked them, and had gotten some profit from the exploit. The ship had belonged to the Hunters and S'Kanon would have taken everything that they had if it had not been for the unexpected intervention of the Nechani and the Sky Spirit's coming to the aid of the new arrival. A loose alliance had formed against the Hur'q and so S'Kanon had consoled himself with only conducting minor raids, against the others through out the cycles. By keeping the threats relatively small, he had managed to make them complacent. This time however, he knew that the Hur'q colony would have to be much more aggressive. When the raid began, it would be on a larger scale. They would combine forces against them and so S'Kanon would have to prepare and plan. The dim yellow light of the Command Chamber shifted to a green color and immediately S'Kanon rose from his seated position, knocking the female worker aside as he did so. "What is it?" he asked, wondering if any of the other powers within the bone yard had finally decided to bring a battle to them. "Imperator," called one of the tactical workers, "our sensors are detecting a buildup in the bone yard's transporter circuits. We are expecting another vessel to arrive soon." S'Kanon clicked his mandibles in excited agitation. "Is there any reason to believe that any of the others have determined this to be true?" The tactical worker referred to his scanner before replying, "I am showing no change in any of their ship's systems. I do not believe that they yet possess the knowledge to identify when the probe is bring aboard a new captive." he replied. S'Kanon rattled his wing covers. "Excellent. launch three raiders. they are to attack whatever materializes. if they are successful in the immediate stage, we will begin using the spatial displacers to steal the cargo of the new arrival." The worker turned back to his console, entered the orders and responded. "The raiders have launched and are awaiting the arrival of our new neighbor." S'Kanon clicked his mandibles together, "very good, we they arrive, put them on the viewer." "Yes grand imperator." (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (NSS Oracle's Tears- Private Office- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1445) Ji'yala sat in her personal office, just adjacent to the bridge trying to piece together the fragments of knowledge that the guide had recorded in his journal over the years. It was a breach of personal space for her to have done so while the guide still drew breath, but she had to know if the final destination of their pilgrimage was contained somewhere within the pages of this slowly decaying relic. She turned the pages of the book carefully as she gleaned the more intelligible bits of information from the yellowing paper. It was a disgusting habit, recording all this data in such a fragile medium. If this data had been recorded in the computers it would be an easy task to sort through the useless entries to get to the ones that mattered. As this was not the case, she then had no choice but to sift through the pages of the document by hand. ~Grant me patience.~ he prayed as she turned yet another crumbling page of personal rhetoric that bore no useful information to their plight. With a sigh, she placed the book on her desk and let out a sigh as she folded the leather binding closed. There was a sound of bells chiming softly and Ji'yala took a deep breath before pressing the control stud on her desk top. "Yes, what is it?" she asked a bit brashly. =^=The Hur'q have launched raiders.=^= came the reply. This fact immediately got her attention. "Are they headed this way?" =^= Hard to say, Haruspex. They launched from the hive ship, traveled a few kilometers and took up stationary positions. They could be making ready for a raid on us.=^= Ji'yala frowned. "How odd," she replied. "I am on my way to the bridge." She closed the channel and headed out onto her bridge, wondering all the while what the Hur'q were up to. (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hunter Ship Ne'Q - Personal Quarters - First Hunter Dreton Dash - 1447) Having cut their power requirements to a bare minimum Dreton was simply using up his spare time by lying on his bed. He had the feeling that what he was using up was not simply his spare time but the rest of his life. Minute by minute and with every breath he took it was ebbing away bit by bit. He was simply beginning to wonder if a quick death at the hands of his Alpha might not be preferable to this slow death by waiting. He had almost decided to provoke a fight with his Alpha since he knew him well and Adzon at least would give him a clean death when his communicator chimed. Growling he hit it hard. "I gave orders for all non essential systems to be shut down, this was one of them." Adzon answered. "First, the Hur'q are on the move again. I assumed you would wish to be informed." Hauling himself off his bed he hit the communicator again, just not quite as hard this time. "You did right Adzon. Are we the target again?" Adzon paused and then answered. "I'm not sure, they have launched several small ships, as they would for a strike, but they are holding off and waiting near where we first were captured." Dreton nodded to himself. "I will be up shortly. Have all our power resources routed to our shields and launch all the shuttles we have. Have those without weapons simply launch suicide missions against them if that is what it takes to keep us intact. Have the ones with weapons left follow the Hur'q until they get a positive lock and tell them not to fire until then. (no reply needed at present) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Jefferies Tube 12B, Power Relay station - ACEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 3- 1454) "...ible" he said even as he felt his body rematerializing, as if he had been caught in a transporter. The ship suddenly rocked again. This time, it was the more feral jolt that signified weapons fire against an unprotected hull. He turned and looked at the displays. The power relays were functional, although oddly enough there was no power flowing through the lines. It was as if the ship's power source was simply not generating power, at all. To make matters more confusing; it wasn't just the reactors, but the batteries seemed to be malfunctioning as well. Alimi started tapping out commands onto the console, trying to figure out what was happening, when the computer chimed, [ Intruder Alert Deck 3 ]. ~Deck 3?~ he thought, ~I'm on deck 3.~ He immediately stepped aside to the small weapons locker that was located in the power relay control room and he quickly tapped in his access key. The weapons locker popped open and Alimi grabbed a type two phaser from the locker. That's when he heard what he could only describe as a strange unearthly clicking. He moved over to the ventilation grate that connected the Jefferies tube to the corridor on Deck 3. He pressed his face close to the grate and looked around hoping to see the cause of the noise. Suddenly a large insectoid creature crossed across the opening. It was closer to an insect human hybrid of some sort. It had some sort of exoskeletal body, with six legs and a thorax, similar to a terrestrial ant, the forward most segment of the body was more human like. It possessed, for lack of a better description a human-like torso, with a pair of 'arms' that ended in wicked looking pincer-like claws. It's head resembled an ant complete with antennae, and it had large mandibles that were clicking together in some sort of rhythm. They were dressed in something that looked like some sort of bizarre samurai armor. They carried some sort of heavy assault rifles. Alimi suspected that the rhythmic clicking was some sort of language. It seemed that the universal Translator was not registering it as such, although the impression that Morrow received was that the clicking represented some ort of orders being conveyed. He would have attacked them, but as he was currently alone, and there were three of them. And they creeped him out, he settled instead to just protect the power relay station and himself for the moment. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1455) "... shield modulation." Ahmed completed as the Rosenante and her crew rematerialized in a much different place than they had been in a moment before. The image on the main viewer was not that of the nebula filled with swirling ionized gas nor the stellar debris forming into protoplanets. The Rosenante was motionless inside some sort of massive cavity, sharing space with what appeared to be other starships, none of which he immediately recognized. The ships were in various stages of deconstruction, some looked as if they were being cannibalized. Suddenly the ship rocked hard. Then Ahmed noticed that three small vessels were bearing down on the Rosenante firing some sort of plasma weapons. He glanced down at his command display and realized that the ship's tactical shields were down. "Mister Sullivan where are my shields?" (reply Sullivan) "Then return fire, as you are able. Engineering, get me power to the shields." (reply Sullivan, Martinovich) NRPG: It should take a few minutes to get the tactical shields restored. Some of the power was disrupted as the ship was rematerializing and it will take some time for the normal flow of power to resume. The ship is in no danger of a warp core breach. RPG: Suddenly an intruder alert alarm sounded through the ship. [Intruder Alert Deck 3] the computer chimed. Ahmed turned to Raschen, "Mister Raschen, V'Shera, we have some unwanted guests. I want them off my ship." (reply Raschen, V'Shera) the Commbadge system crackled as it came to life. =^= cargo bay one to bridge.=^= (reply Caskie) =^=Someone just beamed all our cargo stored here off the ship. I'm receiving the same information from cargo bay two.=^= (reply Caskie) Ahmed turned to Jackson, "Mister Jackson get me security force fields erected in the cargo bays, main engineering and the bridge." (reply Jackson) "Mister Smith, do the same for Sickbay, The Computer Core, the armories and phaser and torpedo control rooms" (reply Smith) The ship shook again as the raiders fired another barrage against the Rosenante's hull. "Torpedoes, Mister Sullivan, check your fire, but drive them off." (reply Sullivan) Suddenly bright lances of brilliant angry red light sliced through one of the raiders, which exploded in a ball of bright white hydrogen gas. NRPG: The intruders will be evacuated from the Rosenante as soon as possible after the destruction of this ship which takes place at 1535 hours. They will evacuate before we manage to get our shields restored. RPG: "Power has been restored to shields" someone reported and Ahmed nodded. He watched as the remaining raider withdrew from the attack. "Let them go Mister Sullivan." he ordered. (reply Sullivan) "Mister Weaver, any idea where we are?" (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Rosenante - Bridge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1456) "... shield modulation." The Captain completed his command as T'Larah looked down to complete the commanded action, she saw that the shields were down. "Mister Sullivan where are my shields?" "Something has interrupted the power to them, they are activated there is just insufficient power." she responded. "Then return fire, as you are able. Engineering, get me power to the shields." he ordered. T'Larah's fingers skittered across the tactical panel energizing and activating the Rosenante's mighty forward phaser array. Angry orange beams thrusted like a trident out from the Rose's ventral phasers, each beam scoring a direct hit on their attackers' shields. "Attacking fighters shields down to twenty percent. Continuing fire." she reported. Now that the vessels knew what was coming T'Larah's second volley of fire missed by a hair's breath while they did evasive maneuvers. T'Larah noticed something a non-weapon energy signature from all three vessels. [Intruder Alert, Deck 3] warned the computer after a short blast of the alarm klaxon. Reports came from all over the ship and the Captain sent parties to intercept the new additions to lifeforms on the vessel. The ship rocked again from weapons fire. "Torpedoes, Mister Sullivan, check your fire, but drive them off." he ordered. "Photons, aye." she said and aimed the photons to detonate behind the attackers. She followed up with another barrage of phaser fire. The first had moved on the other side of the two raiders, as they began to form a echelon right formation for another strafing run. The phaser fire rocked the lasts shields then the second beam punched through it's outer hull igniting a deuterium fuel tank sending chunks of fighter in all directions. Those glowing hot hull parts impacted on the wisp thin shields of the second which caused the shields to fail. The torpedo spread of three pierced the second vessel causing another massive explosion of deuterium and alloys. She targeted the final vessel. "Power has been restored to shields" someone reported and Ahmed nodded. He watched as the remaining raider withdrew from the attack. "Let them go Mister Sullivan." he ordered. Finger hovering over the panel, T'Larah stilled her hand. "Aye." came her simple response. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 4, Science Labs - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1457) Time seemed to stand still for an unnatural second as their bodies registered that they were neither here nor there. Say what they will, transport would always feel odd to Dorian. He checked his leg mechanically. Of course it was still amputated. What was he thinking? The lab's lighting flickered between full illumination and emergency lights. Power must not have been as stable as he had understood it to be. Even if he knew it in his guts, he needed confirmation. "Were we just beamed?" But as he said so, the thought was staggering. If someone of something could teleport a whole starship… then how could they hope to resist? He hit his commbadge. "Cartography, I need a fix on our location, now!" He waited a few seconds but no answer came. He sat down at one of the consoles, trying to access the computers two decks higher, but the ship rocked violently. After a few minutes, he was finally able to determine their most possible location. Cold dread settled in his stomach. =/\= Mister Weaver, any idea where we are? =/\= "Unfortunately, I do, sir. We seem to be inside the spherical end of the object we had approached earlier. I get no astronomical readings, sensors are claustrophobic right now. I see a few power sources, but not a lot for the jumble out there." (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- FO, Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1458) Josh had barely noticed all the different colour lights running around the ship, but she certainly noted that they were not in the same place they were a minute ago. Just after that the ship rocked as if it were under attack and she certainly heard the intruder alarm. =^= cargo bay one to bridge.=^= Josh hit her panel "Bridge here, make it snappy we are under attack." =^=Someone just beamed all our cargo stored here off the ship. I'm receiving the same information from cargo bay two.=^= Josh didn't even pause to swear, turning to Ops Josh was glad to hear the Captain get there first and ask for security fields for the various tactical fields of the ship. Waiting only a moment she turned to Ops herself. "Mr Jackson make sure that you erect a forcefield around all our medical supplies too. Turning back to the Captain she looked over at him. "What do you need me to do Sir?" (Reply Salid) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1458) Suddenly an intruder alert alarm sounded through the ship. [Intruder Alert Deck 3] the computer chimed. Ahmed turned to Raschen, "Mister Raschen, V'Shera, we have some unwanted guests. I want them off my ship." Chance checked his console to see where exactly the intruders were located before he started running for the lift “On it cap‘n. Let’s go V’Shera they are on decks 11 and 12; sections 13, 14 and 15...” (Reply Salid iyw) As the doors on the lift opened Raschen ordered “…contact what teams you want with you on 11; then I want you to send at least 6 teams to join me on 12.” (Reply V’Shera) When the lift doors opened on deck 11 Chance looked at V’Shera, smiled warmly, and holding up his hands “I’m gonna ask you to do something that I’m not sure I can deliver myself; but if possible, try to take at least one prisoner.” the Security Chief requested. (Reply V’Shera) “And V’Shera…good luck and Godspeed.” (Reply V’Shera iyw) Raschen was smiling when the lift doors closed. The former privateer closed his eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath. When the doors opened on deck 12, Chance opened his eyes, he felt a fire inside of himself that he had not felt since the end of the civil war. When he looked upon those that V’Shera sent to fight alongside him, he took the weapons that were offered him. Barking orders he lead his troops into battle to repel the intruders. (Reply V’Shera, Salid iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1500) "Mister Sullivan where are my shields?" "Something has interrupted the power to them, they are activated there is just insufficient power." she responded. "Then return fire, as you are able. Engineering, get me power to the shields." he ordered. "Engineering to bridge, what the hell just happened?" Ahmed tapped his commbadge, "It appears that were have been transported inside an unknown vessel. We are under attack and our shields are down, I need them restored yesterday Mister Martinovich!" he replied. [ Intruder Alert Deck 3 ] the computer chimed. Ahmed turned to Raschen, "Mister Raschen, V'Shera, we have some unwanted guests. I want them off my ship." Chance checked his console to see where exactly the intruders were located before he started running for the lift "On it cap'n. Let's go V'Shera they are on decks 11 and 12; sections 13, 14 and 15..." As the two officers left the bridge Ahmed was checking his command console. "What do you need me to do Sir?" Caskie asked. "Take Mister Nayati and a security team and secure deck 3." Ahmed told her. "I need to know what we're facing." (reply Caskie, Nayati) "Mister Weaver, any idea where we are?" he asked tapping his commbadge. =^=Unfortunately, I do, sir. We seem to be inside the spherical end of the object we had approached earlier. I get no astronomical readings, sensors are claustrophobic right now. I see a few power sources, but not a lot for the jumble out there.=^= ~Inside it? But that's...~ he came to his feet even as Sullivan's weapon's fire destroyed the first attacker. The second vessel was destroyed shortly after the first and the third began to retreat. "Let them go Mister Sullivan." he ordered. Finger hovering over the panel, T'Larah stilled her hand. "Aye." came her simple response. (reply Caskie, Nayati, Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1502) Standing at the auxiliary tactical station, V'Shera's mind was aghast by the utterly alien and star base sized space craft that dominated the main view screen. ~The colossal sphere of this alien, large, star based structure is 500 kilometers in diameter, making it seven to ten times larger than the biggest Borg cube ever sighted.~ V'Shera's head ached as she tried calculating the stupendous volume of space that must be inside the alien leviathan's sphere. ~The fact we found this space behemoth here instead of a distressed Star Fleet vessel doesn't bode well.~ "Try again," Captain Salid ordered. Suddenly the message that had been playing through the overhead speaker, went dead silent, and all that could be heard was the crackling of background energy. Unexpectedly, a bright green series of energy beams lanced out from the gigantic space monolith and swept across the Rosenante. The mega ship's baneful green lights seemed to almost pass through the Rose. In unVulcan-like horror, V'Shera watched a line of baneful green light advance from the front of the bridge to the rear, contouring itself around everything and everyone present. "Mister Weaver, were we just scanned? " Captain Salid asked incredulously. Though precognition was not one of her gifts, V'Shera experienced a dreadful moment of dark, illogical intuition. ~In Surak's venerated name, have we been lured into a trap?~ Then her fellow ensign said something that made V'Shera's hot blood turn utterly cold. "…..Sir, this was the mother of all compressed beams. It's very much akin to our sweepers before we transport someone. It must have been able to get most of our details in a matter of nanoseconds. It might not be hostile, but definitely intrusive." Captain Salid acted instantly. "Better safe than sorry, take us to red alert Mister Raschen, have security start sweeping the ship to make certain that we didn't have anyone beam aboard somehow." Chance checked his console to see where exactly the intruders were located before he started running for the lift "On it Cap'n. Let's go, V'Shera they are on decks 11 & 12; sections 13, 14 and 15..." Confronting hostile intruders up close and personal was what V'Shera was trained for, that was far, far easier than being awed and intimidated by a gargantuan interstellar monster that loomed before the just scanned Rose. In the flicker of an instant V'Shera's awed trepidation was transformed into steely resolve. "Looking forward to meeting them, whoever or whatever they are, Sir," V'Shera said, as she clicked off the safety on her heavy duty phaser pistol and rushed toward the opening turbolift just behind CSec Raschen. As the doors on the lift opened Raschen ordered "…contact what teams you want with you on 11; then I want you to send at least 6 teams to join me on 12." "Will do Sir," V'Shera replied. "I'll have Team C with Ralston, Webber, and An-Bor and their security teams meet me there. We'll link up with three of the tact squads on Deck 11. Then we will search sections 13, 14 and 16 for intruders. Lt. Haskell's and Ensign Marjack's six tact-sec squads will be waiting for you on Deck 12, Sir." As the turbolift door closed behind them, V'Shera slapped her comm badge and barked out orders to those she had previously selected. Quickly all her subordinate officers responded to V'Shera's orders. So engrossed in following her Lieutenant's commands, V'Shera didn't hear Lt. Raschen order the turbolift to descend. When the lift door opened on deck 11, V'Shera's frailer, human superior officer looked at her and smiled warmly, held up his hands and said, "I'm gonna ask you to do something that I'm not sure I can deliver myself, but if possible, try to take at least one prisoner." Adopting the archetypical stoic Vulcan mask, V'Shera replied accordingly. "I'm at the tactical curve with you, Sir. Since we do not know the mind of this alien intruder, logic dictates than we must have a prisoner for study and questioning. Our teams will do our best to capture one, Sir." "And, V'Shera…good luck and Godspeed." "May it the same for you, Lt. Raschen," V'Shera said as she stepped out on Deck 11. The turbolift door closed behind her. As V'Shera walked to meet the security teams she had selected, the ship lurched violently to portside. V'Shera was slammed hard against the adjoining bulkhead and her knees buckled. Her head spun sickeningly and bright stars exploded in front of her eyes. Dimly, the thought flashed through her woozy mind that somehow the ship could be under attack. V'Shera was struggling desperately to regain full consciousness, when a bright blue glow engulfed her. Defeated, V'Shera's mind slipped into black unconsciousness as an unknown energy field filled her fading vision. (Reply Any) (Posted By Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hur'q Hive Ship- Command Chamber- Grand Imperator- S'Kanon- Day 3- 1505) S'Kanon watched as the Hur'q raiders were destroyed. He didn't care whether he lost soldiers, or even ships. They could both be readily replaced. What he was doing was judging the military might of the new vessel. The sensing pods on the Hive ship was measuring the power output of the alien ship every time that they fired their weapons. That data would be calculated and would be implemented in his grand plan. Already his technicians had identified the vessel as belonging to the same political affiliation as a prior inhabitant of the bone Yard. That other vessel had called itself the epiphany and although it was not as powerful as the new arrival, their technology was very similar although not exact. "Tell the third raider to withdraw for now." he commanded, "let's see if their commander is as weak as the one that commanded the Epiphany." S'Kanon watched the display as the third raider fell back. He clicked his mandibles together in delight when the alien commander did not press his advantage and destroy the smaller ship anyway. The raider is returning to the hanger, Imperator." a Tactical Worker reported. "Very good. Despite their technology, it seems that the Aliens are reluctant to fight. This will benefit us." he commented. "What news on our raiding party?" A different Tactical worker spoke up then, " We have dropped three teams of six aboard the Alien vessel. Our Spatial displacement devices have already started seizing their cargo from their holds. We have emptied two holds and we have collected various small pieces of equipment for study." S'Kanon clicked his mandibles in delight. "Has there been any direct contact with the aliens?" "Yes Imperator. We have reports that at least two of our teams in the lower decks have been engaged by their soldiers. They are resolute and effective at their resistance. We have reports that some of their people have been killed." the worker reported. "The Kobali will no doubt benefit from that. See if we can capture some of their workers. They may not know much, but perhaps we can learn something of value." he commanded. The worker waved his antennae in acknowledgement. "When we can no longer advance, recover our soldiers. Do not leave any dead behind. I do not want them to dissect them and discover some fundamental biological weakness they may be able to exploit." "Yes Imperator." (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- aCOPs – Ensign Smith -  1510  )   ~This is not time for half measures~   Robert was furiously trying to deal with the power demands that suddenly jumped up ten fold. He activated the primary and secondary power reserves and moved forward for Jackson to use as his discretion. He fired off requests for power form engineering. "Mister Smith, do the same for Sickbay, The Computer Core, the armories and phaser and torpedo control rooms" “Aye Sir.”   ~Okay sickbay, the Computer Core, the armoires and phaser and torpedo control rooms. This is going to be close~   He watched as the power levels were dropping at an unhealthy rate.   ~It all or nothing time~   He brought the power from the tertiary reserves. He had never used them for real only in simulations. He sent another request for power to engineering as he activated the force fields in areas that he had been instructed. He paused for a few seconds to see if they had initiated and gave a quick sigh of relief when they had.   ~Now it’s on the scrounge time~   As he kept a close eye on his force fields, the power reserves and in case Jackson needed anything he went off through the Rosenante’s power grid to see if he could scrounge any more amps and watts that he could find.   (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (NSS Oracle's Tears- Bridge- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1511) It did not take her long to realize that the Hur'q had discovered a means to detect when there was going to be a new arrival. The fact that they were positioned and attacking the newest starship even as it was materializing was proof enough of that fact. Ji'yala's eyes narrowed as she took in the brief attack. She noted with some interest that the Federation Starship chose to allow one of the Hur'q raiders to survive it's attack upon that vessel. ~Mercy is an admirable trait.~ she thought. The Hur'q raider withdrew, but Ji'yala did not think that the attack was over already. "Are the Hur'q powering their primary weapons?" she asked. "No Haruspex. But they do have boarding parties aboard the Federation Starship." Move us towards the federation vessel slowly, position us between them and the Hur'q hive ship. "Open a channel for general transmission." "Channel open, Haruspex." Ji'yala stood from her seat and moved to the center of the bridge. "Imperator S'Kanon, this is Ji'yala you will call off your soldiers and raiders attacking the federation Starship, or we will be forced to attack you." Her view screen crackled with the Hur'q reply, of brisk clicks and deep vibrating tones. It took the computer a few moments to translate the very complex Hur'q language into something that she could understand. =^=Do not think yourself immune Ji'yala. We can and will attack you if you interfere with us.=^= Ji'yala did not flinch. Without closing the communications line, she ordered, "charge our defenses and weapons. Prepare to defend the new federation starship." "At once Haruspex" came the replies from her crew. The image of S'Kanon worked his mandibles in irritation. =^= you would not dare interfere for a species that you know nothing about.=^= the translator said a moment later. =^=Do not be foolish, we will destroy your ship.=^= "Then we will die Martyrs, imperator. We welcome it." "Haruspex, we are receiving a signal from the Sky Spirits. They are pledging their support against the Hur'q. The Kobali have chosen to remain neutral, but state that they will defend themselves should they need to do so." Ji'yala nodded. "So the Sky Spirits are with us, S'Kanon. Will you destroy us both?" she said smiling. The image of the Imperator, shook with anger. He lashed out, sending a worker sprawling away from him. =^=Perhaps not now, Ji'yala, but soon. You have my word on it.=^= There was a moment of pause. =^= we will recall our soldiers... For now.=^= The main display returned to the image of the bone yard as the channels closed. "Call for the human from the Federation. The Ensign named Morgan. I will see her now." "Yes Haruspex." "Do not respond to any communications from the new federation ship. I will contact them after I have prayed for guidance. Notify me if the Hur'q do not withdraw within a few minutes. I will be in my office." Her bridge crew bowed their heads respectfully, as Ji'yala left the bridge. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Ina'hayeh- Bridge- Spirit Counselor- Chaska - Day 3- 1512) Chaska entered the bridge with rapid footfalls as she hurried to her seat near the chief of the Miakoda Tribe. "Why did you delay, so long Chaska" chief Nekawana (great Horns) asked her. "My apologies, I was delayed in returning from the hunt. I only just now discovered that the Hur'q were on the warpath. Who is it that they attack?" "A new ship" Nekawana replied, "It reminds me of the Earth ship from many moons ago." Chaska looked out at the new arrival. It was a vessel unlike any that she had seen before. She had been too young to remember the last Earth ship well. She nodded. "Nekawana, the Nechani are transmitting a signal openly." "What does it say?" the elder chief asked. Henaoa pressed a few buttons and the communication was being relayed across the bridge. =^=Imperator S'Kanon, this is Ji'yala you will call off your soldiers and raiders attacking the federation Starship, or we will be forced to attack you.=^= =^=Do not think yourself immune Ji'yala. We can and will attack you if you interfere with us.=^= the Hur'q chief replied. =^=charge our defenses and weapons. Prepare to defend the new federation starship.=^= Ji'yala ordered. =^=At once Haruspex=^= came the replies from her crew in the background. =^= you would not dare interfere for a species that you know nothing about. Do not be foolish, we will destroy your ship.=^= the Hur'q chief replied. =^=Then we will die Martyrs, imperator. We welcome it.=^= Nekawana looked to his daughter. "what think you, daughter?" he asked her. "We must support our allies. If we do not, then the Hur'q will gain a distinct advantage and none of us will be safe." Chaska replied. Her father nodded, then smiled. "Yes your council is true. Henaoa send a signal to the Nechani. Tell them that we will honor our alliance. We will war with the Hur'q if it necessary." "yes chief." Nekawana listened to the open communication coming from the Nechani ship. =^=Haruspex, we are receiving a signal from the Sky Spirits. They are pledging their support against the Hur'q. The Kobali have chosen to remain neutral, but state that they will defend themselves should they need to do so.=^= a member of her crew reported =^=So the Sky Spirits are with us, S'Kanon. Will you destroy us both?=^= she asked. =^=Perhaps not now, Ji'yala, but soon. You have my word on it.=^= There was a moment of pause. =^= we will recall our soldiers... For now.=^= "The channel has closed," Henaoa reported. "There will be no war today." Nekawana said, then looked over at his daughter. "But I fear that soon the Hur'q will lose their patience and they will attack in force." Chaska nodded. "Yes father they will, I think that it may happen soon. They have been growing more aggressive lately. It is only a short matter of time." Nekawana narrowed his eyes as he regarded his daughter. After a moment he nodded. "There is wisdom in your words daughter. I believe that we should learn of these federation people. Perhaps they will become our allies." Chaska nodded, "perhaps father. And perhaps they will trade food to us as well. Our people will soon go hungry when there is no game left in the bastion to hunt." Nekawana nodded. "Yes perhaps. You will go and speak with these new arrivals. Judge them and see if they are worthy of being our allies. " Chaska bowed her head. "As you wish my father." (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (NSS Oracle's Tears- Private Office- Haruspex Ji'yala- Day 3- 1520) The soft sound of chimes ringing in the breeze sounded indicating that someone wished entrance into her private office. Ji'yala looked up from her scan results of the federation starship and spoke, "enter in peace and harmony." The door slid aside to admit the last living member of the federation Starship Epiphany. Ji'yala had given the human woman refuge so many years ago, and she had in turn taught Ji'yala much about the United Federation of Planets and about Federation technology and Ideology. She was a short petite woman, now in her 45th year of life. She had been a Federation engineer once, now she was a convert to the religion of the Nechani. She served aboard the ship as an engineer, and was very proficient at her job. Her name is Anna Morgan. She stepped inside, allowing the rich blue robes to swirl around her as she walked. Her long brunette hair was braided atop her head in the traditional Nechani fashion for technicians on a pilgrimage. She stopped and bowed deeply, casting her eyes downward towards the floor of the office chamber. "You summoned me, Haruspex?" she asked quietly. "I have, acolyte technician. Rise and take a seat with me. I wish to talk to you further of this United Federation of Planets." The woman rose, and despite her alien features, Ji'yala still found her beautiful. She moved gracefully over to the comfortable chair opposite the Haruspex and sat. "What would your enlightened grace like to know?" she asked "Tell me again about your Federation, tell me again about your people's actions when meeting those never before met, as it was with your ship. Is this a normal thing or was this unique to your vessel and your captain?" Ji'yala asked. Morgan nodded, slowly. "It is the desire of the United Federation of Planets to always meet new species in peace and harmony. My people are a peaceful people, who wish only to learn of new cultures and places. We are explorers not conquerors. I have told you this before." The leader of the Nechani regarded the woman sitting before her. "If you were able to return home, Morgan... Would this be something that you would desire?" she asked her. "I do not know Haruspex. I have not thought of home for many cycles. I have resigned myself that I should never see Earth again. I am content living the rest of my days here among the Nechani." the human replied. "But you are not Nechani. You are a human. Do you not miss the touch of your own kind? Or to hear words spoken in your own language?" Ji'yala pressed. "Of course, I think of them sometimes. I have thoughts of my father and my mother. But I know that they are now resolved to my loss. Language is just a series of sounds. I can communicate well enough in the Nechani tongue to fulfill my spiritual needs, to perform my duties and to speak with my friends. I have no need to speak my native tongue any longer. Besides, I do not even know that I could after so many years. Is it that you need me to go back aboard the Epiphany to salvage some more parts, Haruspex? If this is the case, you need only command me to do so. I will return there again if you wish it." Ji'yala stood and walked around her desk and stopped in front of the woman sitting there. She placed her palm on Morgan's cheek and smiled. She looked into her eyes. "I do not require you to return to the Epiphany, Morgan. I know well enough how memory of that place haunts you, even today. I have another need for your services. I need you to speak with people from your Federation." Morgan's eyes grew wide . she gasped as the realization struck home. "You mean there is another Federation starship here?" she asked excitedly. "Yes," Ji'yala said nodding, " at least I believe it to be from the Federation where you are from. The ship is different from the Epiphany, yet similar. They just arrived a short time ago. We have need of supplies and information. The guide is ill and our healers do not know how to aid him. He has some sickness gathered from one of the others here. If he should die, our pilgrimage will fail. We need to know where this vessel is located and if the ship can provide us with medicines beyond the simple poultices that the healer uses. You have told me that your people are great scientists and that your medical technology is more advanced than ours. Is this true?" "It is true." Morgan agreed. "Will you speak to them? Will you become my ambassador to the United Federation?" Morgan smiled. "I will obey your wish, Haruspex. I will become your ambassador." Ji'yala smiled. (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2008) "I am called Sodra," the pale pretty woman replied. "I meant no intrusion. It's just that you looked so sad and lonely. I am lonely sometimes also, and thought that perhaps you would want to know that you are not alone." She paused for a moment. "If I have offended you, I will leave. It's just that I do not know many people well aboard this ship, and you looked as if you needed a friend." Jon listened to Sodra speak. Her words, emotions and aura colors were all congruent. ~Sodra is speaking the truth and her aura mirrors emotions of concern and sadness.~ Jon felt the commonality both he and Sodra now shared. Jon sensed both of them were strangers in a new strange land called the Rosenante. He was very, very far from the cold, dark and heavy world of Necron Red II, but he suspected that, in some terrible way, Sodra was even farther removed from whatever world she called home. Jon made a mental note to find out her planet of origin, if only so he could understand her gift better. "No, Sodra," Jon replied softly. "You not intruding and you don't need to leave. Frankly, I would rather that you stayed. Can I offer you the hospitality of food and drink? On my world, eating and drinking with others is the basic way of beginning friendships with kindred strangers." (Reply Sodra, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------