Compile#1 January 01-10 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 3 Stardate: 2408.04.27 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - Security Yeoman - Elvis Fowler - 0631) (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- Security Yeoman - Elvis Fowler - 0646) (The Harvester - Bastion- COPS - LT. Tom Jackson - 1721) (The Harvester- Bastion- CSec- LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1724) (U.S.S. Rosenante - Transport room 2 - COPS - LT Tom Jackson - 1725) (U.S.S. Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - LT Tom Jackson - 1726) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, COPS, Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 3 - 1727.5) (U.S.S. Rosenante - Transporter Room – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1728) (The Harvester - Bastion - aCSO - Dorian Weaver - Day 3- 1729) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, FO - Lt Cmdr - Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1730) (The Mind of Charlie Raschen - Somewhere in the Caribbean - Lt T'Larah Sullivan & Lt Chance Raschen - 1730.2*) (The Harvester- Bastion - Provost- Qamda - Day 3- 1730.5) (The Harvester- Bastion - First Hunter - Detron Dash - Day 3- 1731) (The Harvester - Bastion - First Hunter - Detron Dash - 1732) (The Harvester- The Bastion - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 3- 1733) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1735) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1737) (The Harvester - Bastion - Spirit Counselor- Chaska - Day 3 - 1738) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1739) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1742) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – COPS - Lt tom Jackson – 1746) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1745) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1746.5) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1747) Captain's Log-Supplemental Stardate 2408.04.27 1750 hours. (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie and Chief Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 3 - 1755) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie and Chief Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 3 - 1756) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – SO- Mike Rosenbauer-Day 3- 1759) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1800) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - TRADOC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1804) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - Chief Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - 1806) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - TRADOC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1808) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - 1810) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1735) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - Chief Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - 1812.5*) (USS Rosenante, Corridor - TRADOC/AcTAC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1815) (USS Rosenante, Corridor - ACSO, Ens. Samantha Wilde' Fiacie - 1817) (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - TRADOC/AcTAC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1818) (USS Rosenante, Bridge - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1819) (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2005) (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – Spirit Counselor Chaska – Day 3- 2010) (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – 3O/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2011) (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh - Counselor Chaska's Quarters - Spirit Counselor Chaska - Day 3- 2012) ===================================================================== Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 4 Stardate: 2408.02.28 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - 0630) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - 0632) (USS Rosenante -Transporter Room 3 - Security Yeoman Elvis Fowler – 0632.5*) (USS Epiphany – Deck 5, Corridor – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0644) (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- 0645) (USS Epiphany - Deck 5, Corridor - ACEO Lt. T'Kron - 0647) (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- Day 4- 0649) (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- Day 4- 0649.5) (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ATAC Ensign V"Shera -0650) (USS Epiphany – Deck 8, Corridor – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0657) (Cial, Reclamation Chamber - Priest of Medicine Hasiyl & Provost Qamda- Day 4- 0800) (Cial - Reclamation Chamber - Kobali Reclaimant - Saviya (T'Larah) - 0920) (Cial, Reclamation Chamber - Priest of Medicine Hasiyl- Day 4- 0923) (Cial - Reclamation Chamber - Kobali Reclaimant - Saviya (T'Larah) - 0924) (USS Rosenante -Transporter Room 3 - Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0631.5) (Hur'q Hive Ship - Imperator's Throne Room - Sub-Commander Nu'chei - 1800) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - SO- Mike Rosenbauer- Day 3- 1802) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - Security Yeoman - Elvis Fowler - 0631) Yeoman Fowler arrived in the Transporter Room and tried to be inconspicuous. He asked the Transporter Chief where his EVA suit was. The chief jerked a thumb to Elvis's right. Fowler didn;t like the suits and dreaded getting in them but if they kept him save - he'd deal with the discomfort. After he had donned the suit, he reported to the his team head he was present As Elvis waited his turn on the padd, he mind drifted to the fire fight earlier. He survived a wicked fire fight and was a bit nervous still. Elvis stepped on the padd and was soon enveloped in the energy streams of the Transporter. His vision cleared as the Transporter room of a Nova Class starship solidified. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- Security Yeoman - Elvis Fowler - 0646) Stepping off the padd, Elvis made sure his sidearm was ready. He took out his tricorder and started a passive scan. Fowler had learned to start with the least intrusive mode first while at SF Security school. He, being the junior security trooper, was assigned the lead. Fowler moved slowly being a bit nervous.His eyes shifted from the tricorder to the hallway and back quickly. His neck hair was standing on edge. (Reply: any) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Bastion- COPS - LT. Tom Jackson - 1721) Firing erupted out o the blue. Tom Jackson ducked behind a bulkhead and grabbed his hand phasor. Glancing around Jackson selected a bug approaching him and fired.T.J. had almost waited too long and was rewarded with bug residue splashing on him. Jackson watched as Cmdr Caskie reacted and in the process knocked Anna Morgan down to safety. Tom's comm bade came alive as Josh relayed orders to the AWAY Team. They were ordered to locate and destroy some sort of transport inhibitor. Acknowledging the order, Jackson replied "Aye". Risking a quick glance Tom could not tell much s he looked quickly around. Weapons fire hit just above his hairline and he ducked rapidly. Cursing in Ferengi, Tom caught his breath and Steadied his nerves and peering around the bulk head and fired - taking out yet another bug. Jackson and the others had their comm badges swapped with Lt Ranchen's folks - apparently Chance had some type of device to over come the transport inhibitor's effects. Jackson began to de-materialized as Yeoman Fowler grabbed his badge and swapped his with Jackson's. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester- Bastion- CSec- LT(jg) Chance Raschen - 1724) "CHANCE LOOK OUT!" Just as Chance turned to look in the direction that Sullivan indicated, witnessed a large bug jump over the line of Hunters, “Oh Crap” was all the Security Chief said right before he found himself being tackled from behind. After hitting the ground, face down, he suddenly felt the weight of his tackler being lifted off of him, in which case Raschen immediately rolled over and watched Sullivan being kicked off the blade of the bug’s sword and her limp body falling on top of himself. Raschen tried wiggling his way out from under Sullivan’s body while at the same time trying to avoid the thrust of the Hur’q sword. As he turned his head, Chance saw Rosenbauer’s team beam in and the bugs start to retreat. Still laying on top of Chance and struggling to speak as green blood was pouring out of her. Sullivan’s voice was barely a whisper. "Chance will you help me... find rest." As he nodded his head ‘yes’ she reached up and touched Chance's face with her blood drenched hand. She uttered one word before she attempted to join their minds. "Remember." (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (U.S.S. Rosenante - Transport room 2 - COPS - LT Tom Jackson - 1725) The Bastion's scenery dissolved and the Rose's transport room appeared as Tom Jackson took a solid form once more. Lt Cmdr Caskie spoke with a Security Officer indicating the Hur'q weapon appeared to be a pulse based technology. She then turned to her team and ordered "All of you are with me on the Bridge - The captain will want to know what happened there" and left for the bridge. Jackson and the others followed - Tom for once didn't have much to say other than Qamda's 'offer' of an alliance. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (U.S.S. Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - LT Tom Jackson - 1726) Jackson trailed the others out onto the bridge and listened as the CO and FO spoke. (Reply: Any of Bridge) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, COPS, Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 3 - 1727.5) Tom Jackson followed Josh Caskie and the others to the bridge. He was looking forward to telling what he and Qmada had discussed before the fire fight broken out. Jackson's practiced eye noted that the ship was facing a tense situation. Chief Sheridan passed him a look upon his arrival that indicated all was not well. The captain and first Officer were speaking. Tom listened and waited his turn to add his information. As he waited, Jackson went over Qamda's 'offer'. He needed to explore that a bit more and wanted permission to do so. It seemed plain to Tom that some type of 'agreement' was going to be needed for any of them to get of this. While his instinct's told him Qamda was honest, he was still wary. (reply: Any on Bridge) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (U.S.S. Rosenante - Transporter Room – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1728) V'Shera was the last person to beam up from the Bastion. Her body was shaking from the endorphin combat buzz when V'Shera rematerialized in Rose's transporter room. Seeing that the rest of her tact-secs had already stepped off the transporter pads, V'Shera rushed to join them. She heard the terse, staccato paced Bastion update Lt. Commander Caskie was giving security officer Mike Rosenbauer before his force transported away. V'Shera quickly exchanged her anti-transporter modified commbadge with Ensign Rosenbauer's. As she did so, V'Shera spoke loudly enough that everyone in the transporter room could hear her. "Just as I transported away . . .I saw a very huge Hur'q bug jump over the hunters that replaced us. It was carrying a dire cleaving blade. The general direction of its 7.8 feet high leap would have brought it in killing distance of either Sullivan or Raschen. ..Before I could warn them, I was transported here. I don't know what happened to them, but I assume both are in imminent peril!" (Reply Ensign Rosenbauer, Any) "Nor than I know the fate of 30 Nayati? He was last battling any Hur'q intent on slaying Sky Spirit Counselor Chaska. He and Chaska didn't transport away when we did. He and Counselor Chaska are still trapped there - and in equal jeopardy!" (Reply Ensign Rosenbauer, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Bastion - aCSO - Dorian Weaver - Day 3- 1729) Dorian had headed for cover as soon as the fighting had started. As for the rest of the Away team, they were much better trained for this sort of action. Dorian, however was anything but an action hero. He slammed his back against a large stone as a Hur'q weapon blast shattered a nearby tree, dropping several large limbs all around his current position. There was a great deal of activity going on, and since Dorian was not a fighter, he could at least do something helpful. He had heard the comments about a transport inhibitor in use by the Hur'q and so, he started scanning the area using his science tricorder. It didn't take him too long to figure out where it was, but getting to it, was another matter entirely. Dorian shook his head and spoke quietly to himself, "Time to get moving Dorian. You can do this." Bolstered by his words of encouragement, the Science officer rose to his feet and took stock of the battle ground between him and the inhibitor. He took a few deep breaths, grabbed his phaser and broke cover. Dorian sprinted across the opening , directly between the hunters and the Hur'q who seemed to be fighting with a personal hatred of each other. He was half way through the clearing when an explosion behind him, bowled him off his feet and sent him sprawling face first into the soil. His lings burned as the wind was knocked from him, but Dorian knew that if he stayed here too long, he'd become just another casualty. He rose to his feet, picked up his dropped phaser pistol and continued to run as fast as his legs could carry him. He made the edge of the clearing amidst the energy blasts of Hur'q weapons, deflected from the personal shields carried by the Hunters. Tree's were exploding like time bombs as he dove for cover. The Scientist, started crawling towards the source of the inhibitor field. It was only a few meters away from him now. After a short time, he arrived at the edge of the small copse of trees that he was using to conceal his position. Beyond was another smaller clearing. In that clearing were four Hur'q drones and a strange looking device. The device was fundamentally egg-shaped It was 'standing on it's narrow top, balanced on a tripod of leg like structures which sprouted from the upper portion of the 'egg'. ~That's the inhibitor. It has to be.~ he thought. He watched for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. He wasn't a good enough shot to hit the device from here, besides, what if it had a force field of some sort? Likewise a frontal assault was out of the question. He'd never make it past the Hur'q soldiers guarding the device. He could only think of one thing to do. With a self-affirming nod, he began making adjustments to the hand phaser that he carried in his left hand. A moment later, there was the sound of a power whine as the phaser began to build up a critical overload charge. Rather than get rid of it right away, Dorian knew he had to hold it for a few moments. He had to make certain that there wasn't enough time for the Hur'q Drones to destroy or discard the phaser before it could release it's yield of energy. Unfortunately the phaser tended to release a high-pitched squeal as the charge built. This did not go unnoticed by the Hur'q Almost immediately two of the droned, broke away from the device and started heading towards Dorian's position. ~Merde!~ he thought, as he watched them approach. He hadn't considered this aspect of his plan. Convinced that he couldn't wait any longer, he jumped up from his prone position and threw the phaser towards the device. Before he could return to cover however, the closest Hur'q drone fired his resonator. The beam of amplified sound struck Dorian fully in the chest, picking him up off his feet and slammed him into the trunk of a large tree. The scientist crumpled at the base of the tree, his body struggling for survival despite the massive trauma it had sustained to his vital organs. He blinked slowly, his eyes fixed on the device. He watched as one of the Hur'q reached down to pick up the phaser, even as the weapon discharged in a brilliant explosion of energy. Dorian smiled, and exhaled for the last time. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, FO - Lt Cmdr - Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1730) "Yes, indeed, Commander. Give me the quick and dirty version. We may be fighting the Hur'q Mother ship at any time." Josh wasted no time. "Quite possibly Captain. As of a few moments ago the Hur'q beamed in and attacked everyone gathered in the Bastion. It seems that they had bugged the area some years ago so that they would be able to know what was going on. So far we have lost several crew members and the Chief of the Sky Spirits. Just as my team and I beamed out the Hunters began a rearguard action to hold a line. They seemed to be willing to stop the Hur'q from advancing in order that we could beam our crew back." "Had it not been for Lt Raschen's boosters my team would not have been able to beam back at all and we exchanged our badges with Mr Rosenbauer's security team and sent them on their way." "However I must point out that Jiy'ala managed to leave well before the shooting started. You may take your own inference from that, but I do not trust her. However she left Ambassador Morgan to her own fate and I have asked Ensign Rosenbauer to try to rescue the Ambassador and bring her back here. I brought as much of our away team back with me as I could in the hope that they could give you more information." (Reply Salid and away team) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Mind of Charlie Raschen - Somewhere in the Caribbean - Lt T'Larah Sullivan & Lt Chance Raschen - 1730.2*) “Remember” the voice of T’Larah echoed inside Chance’s mind. ===== A 17th century Sloop-of-War was sailing westerly between Key West Florida and Havana Cuba. The LEVIATHAN flew the colors of the Irregular Federation Forces. Only two people were on-board, and each one represented a side of Chance’s personality. The first was Temerarious, the pirate; who wore tall brown boots, burgundy shirt, with black pants and long coat. The other was Raschen, the Federation Officer; who wore a period British Naval Officer’s uniform. And the two were engaged in a fierce sword fight as they argued with each other about who was captain of the Leviathan. T'Larah plunged into the depths of Raschen's mind, and she found herself swimming is a vast ocean. Master Tuvril had told her when attempting to enter someone's mind, one had to accept the imagery that was there. So with no knowledge of where she needed to go she swam forward, gliding through the crystal blue waters with more ease then she had expected. She clutched to her chest her valuable treasure meant for Chance to hold. She was now fleeing. Behind her was a inky black darkness that she knew was intent on claiming her and her most prized possession. She pushed harder, doubling her efforts, for in the distance she saw a sailing vessel, which she supposed carried her destination with it. The two sides of Chance’s psyche stopped fighting when they heard “Remember”. Turning to see where the voice came from, they caught sight of a inky black darkness that was growing in the distance behind the Leviathan. Putting their swords away, they run to the stern of the ship. Being the first there, Temerarious looked through the telescope and noticed something fall into the water. When it surfaced, Temerarious looked up at Raschen with concern on his face. They both then turned and looked toward and looked in the direction of the darkness and the Leviathan began to come about… The effort was now wearing on her. The darkness was gaining. She also began to change in appearance. The closer she got to the now approaching vessel the more she mirrored the host mind's imagery. Her treasure became a pair of deep-sea pearls. She took on the form of a Terran mythical being with the torso of a woman and her legs became the tail and fins of an ocean dwelling fish. She swam as fast as her new aquatic appendage would take her. With ship's course change the distance was closing fast. The darkness also took on a form more fitting with the imagery of Chance's mind. The inky blackness coalesced into a giant sea monster known as a Kraken. It's tentacles fanned out searching for any object to wrap around. It screeched in hunger and anticipation, it's hunting call echoing and reverberating through the sky and sea as it attacked. The Leviathan sped into the wind toward T’Larah, and the Kraken. The ship passed the mermaid and raced toward the sea-monster. As the Leviathan made a sharp turn to port in order to get between the Kraken and T’Larah; every cannon on the starboard side of the ship fired in turn hitting the monster and slowing it down….a little. T'Larah swam under a reaching tentacle and came back up on the vessel's port side. She hefted the pair of pearls up on to the worn wooden deck of the ocean going vessel. Raschen and Temerarious both ran to get the pearls that were tossed up on the deck. As each picked one up the then went and looked over the side. Seeing T’Larah the men on the ship tossed a line over the side to help bring her on board the ship. Suddenly the pearls started glowing as Raschen and Temerarious picked them up. The officer's red and the pirate's blue. T'Larah gripped the rope and pulled herself up onto the deck of the vessel. The Kraken howled in anger as it lost sight of it's target. It flailed around and gripped the stanchions and mast, intent on tearing the ship apart looking for it's prize. The pair of mariners looked up from their new possessions at T'Larah who sensing the destruction wrought by the aquatic beast expressed a great feeling of sorrow at the damage being caused to his vessel. She knew that the creature would destroy the vessel and kill both Temerarious and Raschen just to get to her. She visibly frowned and a tear rolled down her cheek. Still clutching her wounded side, green blood dripping on the deck, T'Larah waived good-bye to the pair, she jumped off the side in an attempt to lure the creature away. Before she landed in the water the kraken reached out with a tentacle and caught her in mid-air. Satisfied it had it's prize the beast released the Leviathan, leaving her barely sea worthy, and before the Leviathan's crew could blink the Kraken had disappeared into the briny depths of the sea, taking it's prize with her. (Reply None) (Posted by Todd and Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester- Bastion - Provost- Qamda - Day 3- 1730.5) Qamda crouched behind his rock, completely ignored by the Hur'q drones. The prospects for the continuation of his people were climbing with each second of combat. He watched as the Hunter's formed a defensive line around the Federation officers. They were the consummate warriors. They were very admirable in their own way. It was a shame that they could not see far enough ahead to understand exactly why the Kobali were great allies and not parasites as they claimed. Qamda came to a decision. There were plenty of Federation bodies to work with. With the deaths brought about in this battle in addition to those the Kobali collected during the Hur'q assault on the Federation ship, they had plenty of new crew to use for the reclamation process. He would honor the Hunter's for their valiant stand, by leaving their dead on the field where they fell. ~Maybe then Detron will then be more open-minded towards us.~ He thought. It was a shame that those Hunters that had fallen would go to their final death. But Qamda realized, perhaps for the first time that they somehow looked forward to the day when they would die in the hunt or during a battle. If he took them for reclamation was he robbing them of their moment of glory in some manner? Qamda had no way of knowing. He had no way to judge if that was true, but today he would try to see things from the Hunter's point-of-view. The largest of the Hur'q leaped over the line of hunters, looking to destroy the Federation Officer's there. Qamda noted with a detached interest that the target seemed to be the Security Chief named Raschen, but the Vulcan woman Sullivan intervened to save him. She took a fatal blow and Qamda marked her location for retrieval. He was excited by the prospect of being able to gather Raschen as well. There was a certain quality that Qamda found enticing. While many of the Priests of Medicine seemed to believe that there were no remnants of the prior life retained after the reclamation, but Qamda had his doubts. he had too many times seen engineers in a prior life show aptitude for engineering. Too many doctors that became Priests of medicine. No he was convinced that there was some remaining aspect of the mind or the soul that transitioned. And he often wondered if he had commanded a starship in his prior existence. The arrival of more Federation security officers indicated to Qamda that the battle was about finished. A moment later there was an explosion in the not to far distance and the scans indicated that the transport inhibitors were no longer functioning. Qamda activated his bracelet. "Cial, commence recovery of myself and the bodies of those I've marked for reclamation." he ordered. =^=At once Provost.=^= Came the reply. Qamda watched as the Federation bodies disappeared in the Cial's transport beam, the first to go was the one that had been Sullivan. With the battlefield cleared of the Federation dead and the Hur'q retreating, Qamda smiled as the transport beam grabbed him and returned him to his ship. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester- Bastion - First Hunter - Detron Dash - Day 3- 1731) Almost immediately after the new contingent from the Federation ship appeared the Hur'q had all but disappeared. Detron had already stopped fighting so that he could check on Raschen, and although he couldn't wake him he had ascertained that he was still alive. Looking finally at the body of the woman who had saved Raschen's life at the expense of her own, he bowed to her. "You died well and with great honour. May whatever deity you worship honour your deed with the eternal peace you surely deserve." He grimaced suddenly as her body disappeared. ~Quamda, you ghoul, I hope you and all your kind rot forever.~ Crossing to the person who seemed to be in charge of the newcomers and pushing up his visor he nodded in Raschen's direction. "One of your people is injured and in need of aid. The woman with him was however beyond aid and she has now gone and lost to you forever." (Reply Rosenbauer) One of his crew members crossed to him and Detron took a moment to listen to him. Looking around he realised that the only bodies left lying were the dead Hur'q and his own dead Hunters. That surprised him, not the dead Hur'q since even the Kobali it seemed couldn't utilise them, but that his own dead were still lying there as well did. ~Well, Quamda, is this a peace offering or did you just not have the power to beam them all back. I wonder which." Turning back to the newcomer he stared into his eyes, liking what he saw. Steel, determination and purpose. ~This one would make a good Hunter.~ Detron thought. "Remind your people what the Hunter's did for them today. Tell them that we would seek an alliance with yourselves and whilst we need much, we have much to offer in return. You will excuse us now whilst we retrieve the bodies of our fallen. We grieve with you that you are unable to retrieve your own fallen. That however is something that you need to discuss with the Kobali. Now, if you will forgive me, I have much to organise." (Reply Rosenbauer iyw) Turning away from him and pressing a stud on the bracelet he wore on his wrist it was only a moment or two before Dash, his remaining Hunters and all his dead had vanished from the Bastion leaving only the dead bodies of the Hur'q and the remaining security squad there. (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Bastion - First Hunter - Detron Dash - 1732) Detron to be honest had been having the time of his life. Ji'yala refused to fight, which didn't square with how the Hunters looked at things. But suddenly there were new people here and they seemed to want to fight for their freedom. Detron was glad to see this. It might work it might not, but at least it was a chance to do something other than slowly moulder away and Detron grabbed that chance with both hands. Whilst holding the line for the newcomers he kept a link open to his ship all the time. He knew that it would be a hit and miss for them to be beamed back, but it might work. Or it might not. He was so busy fighting that he didn't care any more. Hur'q were dying and for him this was a good thing. Every time the Hur'q sent a barrage toward the front line the Hunter's used their shield bracelets to negate it much to the Hur'q's amazement. Detron was glad to see that nothing was getting through the line until one Hur'q took it upon himself to leap over it and attack the people behind. Detron spun around hoping to cut off the attack, but he was too late. The Hur'q had already cut down one of the Starfleet Officers and was just raising his weapon to finish off both of them when he seemed to hesitate, wait for instructions, and then retreat.. Detron ran across to the bodies and carefully rolled the top one off. Looking at the wound he already knew it was fatal, but he checked the pulse anyway. Checking the bottom body he realised it was Raschen and he was still alive. Shaking him he tried to wake him. (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester- The Bastion - SO - Ensign Mike Rosenbauer - Day 3- 1733) Mike watched in horror as the Larger Hur'q warrior leapt over the line of hunters and attacked Raschen. He also watched as Sullivan pushed Raschen to safety, at the cost of her own life. The worst part of it, was that Mike could not get a clear shot on the grotesque insect, because of the line of hunters that were valiantly fighting off the Hur'q as they were leaving. A moment or two latter a strange high-pitched noise sounded in the area and the Hur'q were gone. Immediately the dead disappeared as they were caught up in some sort of transporter beam, Sullivan's body among them. ~The Hur'q must have taken their transport inhibitor with them.~ he thought He quickly started across the clearing, but watched as the few surviving members of the original away team were transported from the bastion to the safety of the Rosenante. Mike watched as Raschen dematerialized followed shortly thereafter by the rest of his team. Cooper knelt down and picked a chakra from the soil of the Bastion, even as Mike was reaching the Ambassador. "Would you look at this?" Cooper said as he held up the item to survey it. "It's Andorian," St. Jean replied. "It probably belongs to one of our security personnel." "Belonged maybe," Cooper retorted, "An Andorian wouldn't be caught dead without his Chakra. It's one of the worst fates that can befall them." "Enough chatter," Mike said, spread out and look for any survivors the Rosenante may have missed, two man teams. "Eva, you're with me." "Right." St. Jean said with a nod. The Ambassador was laying unconscious behind a large stone which looked as if at least half it's bulk had been sheared away by Hur'q weapon's fire. She didn't appear to be injured, although looks can be deceiving. "Eva!" Mike said then gave her a hand motion indicating that he found something. She replied with a nod, then immediately turned, crouched and played over watch for him as he checked to see if the ambassador was dead or alive. "She's breathing." he said loud enough for Eva to hear him, Then he tapped his commbadge, "Rosenbauer to Rosenante transporter room. I found the Ambassador. She's injured but alive, requesting that she be beamed directly to sickbay, my location no COM signal." =^= Transporter room here, we have a solid transporter lock. Energizing now. =^= Mike took a step back as the Ambassador disappeared from sight. That completed, Mike picked up the Hur'q weapon again and took a long look around the clearing. There were trees and large boulders that had been destroyed by Hur'q weapon fire. Yet he couldn't seem to figure out how it worked. There must be something that he needed or was missing to make the device functional. He tapped his commbadge, "Rangers, report in." he said. =^= I have nothing here sir,=^= Cooper's voice was the first to sound off. The other members of the team echoed his report. Mike looked at Eva, who nodded to him. "Alright then, reassemble at the clearing, for return to the Rose." he ordered. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1735) "Quite possibly Captain." Caskie replied in all seriousness, "As of a few moments ago the Hur'q beamed in and attacked everyone gathered in the Bastion. It seems that they had bugged the area some years ago so that they would be able to know what was going on. So far we have lost several crew members and the Chief of the Sky Spirits. Just as my team and I beamed out the Hunters began a rearguard action to hold a line. They seemed to be willing to stop the Hur'q from advancing in order that we could beam our crew back." "Had it not been for Lt Raschen's boosters my team would not have been able to beam back at all and we exchanged our badges with Mr. Rosenbauer's security team and sent them on their way." "However I must point out that Ji'yala managed to leave well before the shooting started. You may take your own inference from that, but I do not trust her. However she left Ambassador Morgan to her own fate and I have asked Ensign Rosenbauer to try to rescue the Ambassador and bring her back here. I brought as much of our away team back with me as I could in the hope that they could give you more information." Ahmed nodded. "Mister Rosenbauer reported a few moments ago, It seems that shortly after his team arrived, the Hur'q evacuated the bastion. He's looking for the Ambassador now, as well as searching for any survivors. He reported that the Hur'q have taken the bodies of the dead again." "Put together a debriefing as soon as possible. I'll stay on the bridge until we are certain that we're out of immediate danger. Have a report for me ready as soon as possible commander. Oh, and at some point you need to report to sickbay." Ahmed lifted his hand to indicate the left side of his face. (reply Caskie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1737) "Put together a debriefing as soon as possible. I'll stay on the bridge until we are certain that we're out of immediate danger. Have a report for me ready as soon as possible commander. Oh, and at some point you need to report to sickbay." Josh raised an eyebrow quizzically until Ahmed lifted his hand to indicate the left side of his face and then she grinned. "Splinters Sir, nothing more. I'll get them seen to as soon as I've completed your briefing." Turning to the rest of the away team behind her she tipped her head sideways. "You all heard the Captain. Let's go to the Observation Lounge and put our heads together over this fiasco." Not waiting for a response she headed off to the Observation Lounge and as very few people filed in behind her Josh shook her head. Where was their 2nd and 3rd Officers, Ensigns Weaver and V'Shera not to mention Lt Raschen. Josh sighed and crossing over to the replicator got herself a cup of Lapsang Suchong and as she sat down again she looked at the remains of the away team in front of her. "You might as well get yourselves something to drink and make yourselves comfortable, we might be here for a while." Hitting her where her comm badge should be she spoke. "Caskie to Transporter Room 2." All that followed was silence and Josh, closing her eyes and sighing realised that she had given Ensign Rosebauer her badge in the Transporter Room. So pressing the console in front of her she tried again. "Caskie to Transporter Room 2." =^= Transporter 2 here Sir. Ensign Dawson here. What can I do for you? =^= "Please make sure that all original Away Team members and the team leader from the subsequent team are directed to report to me immediately in the Observation Lounge unless there is a pressing need for them to be elsewhere. That would be Misters Sullivan, Nayati, Raschen, Weaver, V'Shera and Rosenbauer. Caskie out." Turning back to the away team in front of her she took a sip of her tea and regarded them. "Well, you heard the Captain. We have a briefing to put together." "Mr Jackson, you had information that you wanted to share with me earlier, so why don't you start." (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Harvester - Bastion - Spirit Counselor- Chaska - Day 3 - 1738) Chaska was slowly becoming aware of the dire situation that she was faced with. Her father was dead, and that meant that she was now the leader of the tribe. There was a battle raging around them, yet although she knew that she needed to move, she was petrified by the images that haunted her memory. "Chaska", Jon shouted. "If you don't snap out it, we'll both die!" Chaska turned her head in slow motion. It was as if time were almost standing still. She could hear the rush and throb of blood in her ears, and the slow stretched out words of Nayati as he spoke to her. Without really understanding him, she slowly nodded, still somewhat dazed. "We've got find better cover, now!" he persisted. "Yes, you're right of course." she replied quietly, yet somehow she couldn't make her feet move. Suddenly she was off her feet and thrown over Nayati's shoulder. The Necron II native carried her with ease across the clearing and plopped her down amongst some trees. A nearby tree exploded. Showering her with leaves and seed pods. Something was shoved into her hand. She looked down at the unfamiliar item. It was the weapon that the federation officers carried. She had no idea how to use it. "Chaska, you've got to wake up and help defend us both. Claim vengeance for your Father. Call upon your spirit of war." Those words somehow snapped her out of her shock. The Hur'q had murdered her father. They would pay for their treachery. She stood up, pointed the federation weapons as best she could and pressed several buttons trying to figure out how it fired. The weapon started humming, but no beam came from it. Disgusted, she flung the weapon at her feet and crouched behind a smoking tree stump. She mentally activated her cerebral implant. ::Henaoa, we are under attack here on the Bastion by the Hur'q. They have killed Nekawana. can you get us out of here?:: She heard the voice of Henaoa reply. ::no Chaska, some sort of field is preventing us from retrieving you. I and sorry for your loss.:: ::There is no time for this, if something changes and it is possible to retrieve us, do so. I have with me a man from the Federation ship named Nayati. Bring him to our ship as well. I will have need of him afterwards.:: ::I will do so.:: Henaoa replied. Chaska , reached down and pulled a metal and leather glove from her medicine bag. The Federation weapon was humming loudly now, and Jon seemed to notice it was nearby. "The phaser is set for overload!" he stated, "get rid of it!" Chaska nodded, and reached down to pick the device up with her gloved hand. With a single mental command to her implant, the glove immediately drained the phaser's power pack and stored the excess power for it's own use. She dropped the dead phaser to the ground, it had stopped whining. A group of Hur'q warriors must have remembered them, because they rushed their position firing as they came. Chaska stood, pointed her palm towards them, fingers slightly outstretched and 'willed' the device to discharge some of the power it had stored. A series of powerful lighting bolts spanned the pace between her hand and the charging Hur'q drone. The one that was struck, spasmed wildly as the liquid in it's body suddenly boiled as the current coursed through it. Massive holes blew out of his carapace as the electricity made exits to the ground. The other two drones turned and retreated in terror. ::We can retrieve you now Chaska: Henaoa's voice stated over her implant. Jon looked at her for a moment. She smiled at him then. "I'm sorry, but I don't know that I can trust you, yet." she said, then gently reached out and touched him with her gloved hand. A powerful, but not deadly shock coursed through his body. He spasmed and collapsed as his brain overloaded with the shock. ::Retrieve us now.:: she replied. A ball of energy surrounded them, small blue electrical discharges emanated from it. The field inside the sphere stabilized and suddenly Chaska and an unconscious Nayati were aboard the Ina'hayeh. Namid entered the retrieval chamber flanked by a pair of warriors. "Take him to my quarters but keep him under guard. I will have need to speak with him when he awakens." Namid nodded and the two Warriors took Nayati by the arms and carried him out of the chamber, presumably to Chaska's quarters. "Why did you bring him here?" Namid demanded. "there is no reason for it." Chaska turned on him, the venom in her voice was clear. "Do not presume to tell me what there is reason for here. My father is dead, I am now the leader of the Miakoda. If you wish to challenge my authority, then do so. Otherwise do as I command." Namid's nostril's flared. "What do you know of leading a tribe. You are only a woman." he retorted. She slapped him then, A crisp harsh slap across the cheekbone that spun his head to the side. "Do not think that you can speak to me that way." she replied with acid in her voice. Namid rubbed the cheek bone where her slap had landed. "You ARE a woman, and my betrothed. I will govern this tribe now that your father is gone. It is the law." he replied. "I will die before I marry such a pig as you. While my father was alive, I was bound by his wishes. He is no more and so I am no longer bound." "We will see." "Yes we shall," she replied as she turned and strode from the chamber. (reply none, Nayati [after 2000] when you get a chance) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1739) Ensign V'shera stepped into the Observation Lounge after stopping off at the Bridge head to rinse her face and hands. She had ruefully looked at her uniform stained with bug ichor, and decided it would have to wait. "Reporting in as ordered, Sir," she said to Lt. Cmdr Caskie. (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) She pulled her tricorder out and began to review her findings while waiting for the rest of the group to assemble. (Reply any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1742) Just as Lt Jackson finished the report on his discussion with Provost Quamda the door opened and Josh, looking up, smiled somewhat to see Ensign V'Shera step through the door. "It's good to see you alive and well Ensign. Please get yourself a drink if you wish and take a seat. I believe Lt Jackson was just finishing his report and if you are ready, perhaps you would care to report next." (Reply Jackson, V'Shera) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – COPS - Lt tom Jackson – 1746) Tom began his report of Qamda's offer to LT Commander Caskie. "Ma'am, During the initial meting in the Bastion. I was approached by Provost Qamda of the Koali Faction suggesting we form an alliance with them" Tom said. (Reply Illustrious FO) Tom went on to explain further. "Commander, Provost Qamda proposed a mild exchange of technology for his faction;s support. I didn't pursue that as I felt you and he Captain should be made aware of his offer. I would be glad to speak to him if you and Captain so desire" He added. (reply Commander IYW) Tom nodded and listened as Ensign V'V"Shera began her report. He watched her closely. Tom remembered seeing Yeoman Elvis Fowler right before Jackson was retrieved and suggested "Commander, Ensign might I suggest we speak with Security Yeoman Fowler? He was near Mr Nayati and may have some useful information". (reply: Commander or Ensign V'Shera) Tom Jackson considered Jon Nayati a friend and was worried. He hoped Jon was safe. (reply: any/None) (Posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1745) V'Shera had just walked into the Observation Lounge when she was hailed by Lt. Commander Caskie. "It's good to see you alive and well Ensign. Please get yourself a drink if you wish and take a seat. I believe Lt Jackson was just finishing his report and if you are ready, perhaps you would care to report next." (Reply Tom Jackson IYW) V"Shera nodded. "It is good be alive and well, Commander. I am delighted that you are the same." V'Shera went to the replicator and ordered a small glass of Andorian ale. Normally V'Shera didn't drink stimulants, but she had done a lot of revolting killing today. She needed something that would settle her nerves quicker than Vulcan mediation. V'Shera took a conservative draught of the ale. She felt the mildly toxic ale burn down her throat. The ale imparted a not wholly unpleasant or unwelcome 'buzz' into her Vulcan brain. Her nerves became steadier. Once Lt. Jackson was finished and it was an appropriate moment, V'Shera began her report. "I was the last tact-sec person to transport off the Bastion that I know of so far. Before I left, I observed the Hunters had some sort of alien technology that nullified the Hur'q sonic weapons. That would be something that would be invaluable to us, and everyone else in the Harvester, when battling the Hur'q in the future. Perhaps we've got some technology, knowledge or medicine we can trade with the Hunters for access to their technology." (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) V'Shera continued speaking. "I suspect that none of the delegates at the Bastion were aware that their site was compromised. If that was the case, the eavesdropping culprits must have been the Hur'q. If the anti-Hur'q delegates met there to discuss battling their genocidal foes, then their plans would have been known by the Hur'q in advance. That might account for the aggressive Hur'q's continued predominance in the Bone Yard. The other anti-Hur'q alliance ships need to be covertly informed of the passive sensor net in the Bastion .That way the net can be removed, neutralized, or used to plant disinformation to the Hur'q. Planting disinformation has been a highly effective combat strategy in the past." (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) "My tricorder registered that Haruspex Ji'yala transported away just before the Hur'q attacked. Was her beam out a matter of mere luck or something much more sinister? We need to talk to Ambassador Morgan privately, if she is available." V'Shera concluded that last thought. (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) "Lts. Raschen and Sullivan were being rushed by a huge Hur'q warrior just as I was beamed out. I don't know what happened to them. I lost track of Lt Nayati once the fighting started. This concerns me greatly, since he's is the ship's 30 and has access to a lot material about our operational capabilities. Hopefully, our follow up away team will have some good news for us in all these areas." V'Shera's voice was now shaking as she spoke. ~I've done too much killing, and I've seen too many of my crewmates and my few friends, die today. There is so much death and disperse in this dark, sterile and terrible place. What kind of depraved life-hating mind would create a technological horror like the ship eating Harvester?~ (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) "That is the end of my report Cmdr Caskie. If there are any questions, I will try to elaborate the best I can, Sir." (Reply Josh Caskie, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 1746.5) "Commander, Ensign, might I suggest we speak with Security Yeoman Fowler?" asked Tom Jackson. "He was near Mr. Nayati and may have some useful information." V'Shera nodded, one eyebrow raised. ~That might indeed be helpful, though Counselor Nayati had not answered his commbadge.~ (Reply Josh Caskie IYW) V'Shera could tell that Lt. Jackson was concerned about their missing officers. (Reply none, Josh Caskie IYW) (Posted By Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1747) As soon as Jackson finished his report V'Shera began hers. "I was the last tact-sec person to transport off the Bastion that I know of so far. Before I left, I observed the Hunters had some sort of alien technology that nullified the Hur'q sonic weapons. That would be something that would be invaluable to us, and everyone else in the Harvester, when battling the Hur'q in the future. Perhaps we've got some technology, knowledge or medicine we can trade with the Hunters for access to their technology." Josh raised an eyebrow at that piece of information and made a note on her padd as the ensign continued. As V'Shera shared her thought's on the Hur'q attack and the likelihood that they were the ones to bug the Bastion, Josh nodded in agreement at her idea of using their technology against them to feed them disinformation. Her next thought so mirrored Josh's own private thoughts on the matter that Josh was almost tempted to smile. "My tricorder registered that Haruspex Ji'yala transported away just before the Hur'q attacked. Was her beam out a matter of mere luck or something much more sinister? We need to talk to Ambassador Morgan privately, if she is available." "I agree and I am happy to report that the Ambassador is currently in Sickbay having been rescued by Ensign Rosenbauer. As for the Haruspex, it may well have been simple serendipity that made her beam out just before the attack, however, like yourself, I would prefer to keep an open mind on that at present." Josh listened to the next part of V'Shera's report regarding what had happened to Raschen, T'Larah and Nayati with growing disquiet. She could just discern the slightest shake in the ensign's voice. "That is the end of my report Cmdr Caskie. If there are any questions, I will try to elaborate the best I can, Sir." Josh shook her head appalled that it was possible that they had lost three or four senior officers in one fell stroke. "Thank you Ensign V'Shera. Your report was extremely informative. Unfortunately I can't at present tell any of you to go off duty. But I would suggest that you all go clean up and at least have something to eat before you report back to your duty stations. Thank you all for your time. You are all dismissed." (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Captain's Log-Supplemental Stardate 2408.04.27 1750 hours. "Captain's log Supplemental." Ahmed said as he closely watched the Hur'q vessel for further signs of aggressive action. "After our arrival here in the Harvester and our initial aggressive encounter with a Hur'q raiding party, which beamed aboard the Rosenante, we had thought that with their immediate withdrawal, that we may well have a little time to take stock of our situation." "This has not turned out to be the case." "We were contacted by other inhabitants of the bone yard who stylize themselves as members of an Anti-Hur'q alliance. Considering the aggressive tendencies of the Hur'q that have been displayed to us thus far, I can completely understand the very real need for their alliance." "I have dispatched Commander Caskie and an away team to the bastion, a neutral meeting place decided upon by the leader of the alliance, a Nechani named Ji'yala." "The bastion is a giant sphere within a sphere, attached at once edge of the larger bone yard. Unlike the one that we find ourselves currently confined within, the bastion seems to be filled with life, and an atmosphere." "It appears to be some sort of arboreta, with a limited ecosphere. Perhaps it has been here the entire time, or perhaps it was created by the myriad other species that have fallen prey to the Harvesters collection." "While the away team was in contact with the alliance, I decided that we should investigate the wreckage of the USS Epiphany a little closer. I ordered the Rosenante's position altered, to allow us a better line of sight, and this singular act seemed to have triggered an aggressive response from the Hur'q." "The insectoid race, launched an unknown number of cloaked shuttlecraft from their mother ship, which were packed with approximately three dozen assault troops. They raided the conference, and blocked our attempts to retrieve our personnel, by activating a transport inhibitor of some sort." "Lieutenant Raschen, thinking ahead brought a handful of signal boosters which allowed us to retrieve some of our personnel, but not all. We lost several security personnel including our own Chief Tactical and second Officer, Lieutenant Sullivan." "We were not the only faction to lose personnel however, the Sky Spirits, lost their leader, who was killed in the assault. In addition, our own third officer and chief counselor is missing, although we are uncertain of his fate." "As with the attack upon the Rosenante upon our arrival, the Hur'q seem to be gathering up the dead after their raids. We are still uncertain why this is taking place, but there are a number of unpleasant speculations circulating among the crew. The result of this activity is that we have been unable to claim the bodies of our dead at this time. This is having an adverse affect upon the morale of the crew, and I am contemplating a counter strike against the Hur'q vessel, with a secondary goal of locating and recovering any of our dead that the team should encounter there." "Such an operation is currently in the planning stages, as is another operation to board and begin salvage operations on the Epiphany. I personally would like to see the ship's logs and to also see if our engineers are up to the task of salvaging the Pip's Navigational deflector to replace our own which was destroyed beyond repair." "While the immediate future seems uncertain, a persistent long-term goal is quite certain. We must find a way to escape from this place or face the same fate as the crew of the epiphany and countless other sentiments that have ended their days here." ~End log Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie and Chief Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 3 - 1755) Kitty had made her way to the Bridge to check on Josh and having found out that she was in the middle of debriefing everyone who had so far returned was twiddling her thumbs waiting for the meeting to be over. Kitty might be really stupid about some things, but this was not one of them. No way did she plan to walk in on something like this and expect the First Officer to meekly sit down and be treated. When that First Officer also happened to be Josh then Kitty would rather have tried to perform open heart surgery on a Gorn without an anaesthetic. And given that most Gorns needed the same amount of anaesthetic as a charging rhino then that showed you Kitty's dilemma. Kitty had though about bring Nurse M'Epak along with her. Lord knows M'Epak normally would have scared anyone else into being treated immediately simply because she was Klingon. But Kitty knew that Josh would just have laughed at the attempt, laughed it off and carried on regardless. So here was Kitty, twiddling her thumbs, waiting for the doors to open, all the while praying that they wouldn't because as soon as they did she would get a flea in her ear from Josh. All to soon the doors did open and very few people exited. Kitty was dismayed at the few people who came through the doors. Almost half of the original away team were not present and although Kitty's morale dropped she plastered her best Chief Nurse smile on her face and walked into the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie and Chief Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 3 - 1756) Josh watched the remains of the away team leave the lounge and as the door closed she simply dropped her head into her hands. What on earth should she tell the Captain. Her first mission in charge of an away team had been a total and utter disaster. More than half of her team had still not made it back to the Rose and given the time now it was likely that they never would. Craving a few moments alone, and hearing the door open again Josh looked up ready to snap at whoever had the audacity to enter. Seeing Kitty there and attempting to smile Josh's face finally crumpled. "Oh Kitty I have made such a mess of everything." Seeing Josh crumple wasn't something that Kitty was used to, Josh had, as the CMO, always been the rock that everyone else in Sickbay had used to keep themselves steady. Yes that was always the job of the CMO but Josh had made it look easy and seeing her crying now shook Kitty to her core. Taking a deep breath Kitty, knowing Josh simply jumped in. "Stop being such a woos Josh. You've lost lots of folk before when you were CMO, this is no different from then. " Josh lifted her head off her arms at that. "Oh it is Kitty, believe me, it is." Kitty took a deep breath knowing all to well that Josh was right and tried to smile. "Ok it is but you still have a job to do darling' and that reminds me, so do I. I was sent here to check on you particularly. We are going to need to remove those splinters soon." Josh nodded and attempted to grin at Kitty. "Accepted. I still need to brief the Captain first however, then I am all yours. I believe that Ambassador Morgan is in Sickbay. I need to speak to her so we can kill two birds with one stone if you want. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – SO- Mike Rosenbauer-Day 3- 1759) Mike had been ordered to report to the Observation lounge upon his return to the ship. He took that order very seriously. He had assumed that the Transporter chief had been correct in that it was for some sort of debriefing, but when the doors opened, he didn't see a room of officers. He saw Jennifer and Fisher. They looked up at him as the doors opened. Jennifer looked as if she had been crying. "Sorry to interrupt. Ensign Dawson told me I was to report here for a debriefing as soon as possible. I just returned to the ship." (reply Caskie, Fisher) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 3- 1800) Josh looked up once more as the door opened and Mike walked in. "Sorry to interrupt. Ensign Dawson told me I was to report here for a debriefing as soon as possible. I just returned to the ship." Josh straightened up in her chair and nodded at him. "Correct ensign. Please get yourself something to drink if you wish and take a seat." Turning to Kitty she attempted to smile at her. "Once I've given the Captain my report I'll report to Sickbay. I will also need to question Ambassador Morgan then too if possible. You're dismissed Kitty, I'll see you soon." Josh waited until Kitty had left and then looked over the table at Mike. "I have to give the Captain a briefing on what happened and I cant fully do that until I know what happened after I beamed back and your team beamed over." (Reply Mike) "Also Lts Sullivan, Natayi and Raschen, not to mention Ensign Weaver are still missing. I need an update on their status, if you have it. " You were the last to beam back from the Bastion so as far as I am concerned you have the most up to date intel on what happened. " (Reply Mike) "I see." Josh closed her eyes momentarily. "Thank you. Go get cleaned up and then report back for duty." (Reply Mike iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - TRADOC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1804) Jono ducked quickly as a phaser blast burst over his head, searing the bulk head behind him. He frantically looked around, constantly working scenarios in his head, where or what his next cover. He saw it. A broken down engineering console, he made a swift dive from cover - firing his phaser in the direction the hits were coming from. He saw one of his shots land on the chest of the enemy. He made it to cover just in time, a flying object swept past him although not leaving him unscathed. Breathing deeply, he noticed an arm full of Starfleet Marines pouring into the engineering room from all sides, they began firing and providing ample cover for Jono to move around the room and get to the door. He nodded to the marine in charge and stepped out of the room, phaser rifle ready in his hand. As he did, he stepped onto the Rose's Bridge. Everything was calm, his uniform was clean and the phaser rifle holstered on his back. He looked around ~Strange~, was the first word which came to mind. He walked closer in and several of the bridge crew nodded to him as he descended around the bridge. "Lt. Janeway, take your station." Came the Captains voice from the centre chair, ~Do they not know there's an intrusion in Engineering~. He looked around the bridge and figured that his console must have been the one which was un-attended too. He walked over to it and tapped in some numbers to log in. Two seconds later the bridge rocked. "Status Report" came the captains voice, "What’s going on?!" Suddenly the bulk heads around him began blowing out; Jono looked down at his console just as he saw it blow up in his face. Light. Blinding Light all around him. And then nothing. Jono woke with a start, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. It took him a minute to calm down and release where he was. Sickbay. Where he'd been since the ship was attacked and pulled in. And all he could do was sit on him bum and sleep all day - doctors orders. He felt useless. He wasn’t able to get much information about what was going on and his restlessness he was sure was getting on the medical teams nerves. Earlier on today Counselor Trent had come and done a psyche evaluation, Jono had assumed if Trent said he was mentally fit to return to work he would be put back in. However that was this morning and he hadn’t heard anything about it since. He felt ready to return. His physical injuries the team in sickbay had done wonders on. He almost rolled of the stiff sickbay bed and stood up; he shook his body and went over to a basin to wash his face. He stood there for a couple of seconds and then smoothed down his uniform and continued pacing around his bed. Wondering if somebody would come fill him in on when he could get back to work. (Reply Caskie or Kitty?) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - Chief Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - 1806) Kitty knocked gently on the door and then opened it. Smiling to see that the lieutenant was not only awake, but up, she stepped into the room closing the door behind her. "Good evening Lt Janeway, I have good news for you. You'll be pleased to hear that both Counsellor Trent and CMO Wyler have certified you as fit for duty and as from now you are no longer on the Sickbay Roster." "Dr Wyler did ask me to suggest to you that you try to take it as easy as possible for the next few days however, and, if you find yourself suffering any headaches, strange symptoms or side effects then please contact us asap. But as from now you may leave Sickbay as soon as you are ready. It's good to see you up and about again Lieutenant." (Reply Janeway iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - TRADOC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1808) Jono swivled around as he heard the doors open quickly, "Good evening Lt Janeway, I have good news for you. You'll be pleased to hear that both Counsellor Trent and CMO Wyler have certified you as fit for duty and as from now you are no longer on the Sickbay Roster." The chief nurse said to him, almost smiling. "Dr Wyler did ask me to suggest to you that you try to take it as easy as possible for the next few days however, and, if you find yourself suffering any headaches, strange symptoms or side effects then please contact us asap. But as from now you may leave Sickbay as soon as you are ready. It's good to see you up and about again Lieutenant." Jono nodded and had already began picking up his comm. badge and other personal affects before responding, "Thank-you, Ensign. You've been most helpful, dont take this the wrong way - but I hope I dont see you again for a while." He said smiling, "Although from what I've heard about whats happening, I'm almost positive people will be needing your help." Jono stepped towards the door and nodded to the woman, "Again, Thanks." and then he turned quickly and made a quick march towards the exit. Once outside, he pinned his comm. badge in its rightful place and returned several of the other items to his pockets. He didnt need a shower or a clean uniform, that had all been taken care of in Sickbay earlier on. What he needed to do was to help in someway. He had got half way down the corridor and then he halted. What WAS he meant to do?! Training Doctorine Officer, thats what he was now. He'd been trained in doing his job, but thinking back on it, noone had told him what his role was if the ship was attacked. He was no longer the Tactical or security officer, he was no longer in a command position and he was almost certain people wouldnt have time for any one on one training sessions at that time. It was a very strange position, in the past if anything like this had happened he always knew what needed to be done on his behalf... even in the early stages of his career - and even now he knew what he would be doing in if he was still in any of the positions he had previously held. There was only one thing in Janeways eyes to do. He tapped his comm. badge, "Lt. Janeway to Cpt. Salid. I've been cleared from sickbay and am ready to get back into the job at hand, Sir. Where do you need me?" (Reply Salid) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - 1810) Aleesa was working as diligently as possible. Currently she was standing over an Andorian security officer that had just managed to return from the Bastion. There were fragments of stone and wood splinters embedded in the side of his face, and Aleesa was slowly and methodically removing them one by one. The small pan that sat on the table next to her was filled with an antiseptic liquid. And she had dropped each of the intrusive fragments into the pan as she worked. The liquid had long ago changed color from it's normally clear appearance to take on the blue tone held by diluted Andorian blood. ~Eight Survivors with injuries~ she thought ~out of 16 personnel originally sent. ~ The Andorian had been one of the lucky ones, his injuries were very minor, although he had used and lost his chakra in the close quarters combat of the Bastion. She removed the last sliver of stone from his body and dropped it into the pan. She smiled at him, "Right as rain, I mean snow." she said to him. "I'll get one of the nurses to close up these wounds and we'll get you back on the duty roster as soon as possible. The Andorian nodded. Aleesa knew that he wasn't in pain. The local anesthetic that she had applied to his face worked very well with Andorian physiology. "Thank you doctor." He replied. There was a short pause, "Do you think the Captain will let us?" Aleesa looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Let us what ensign?" "Never mind, it's a silly thought." Aleesa raised one eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips, "what's a silly thought ensign?" she asked him. "I was going to say, do you think the captain will let us go back to the Bastion and look for any signs of our wounded or dead?" he asked. ~And any sign of your chakra, no doubt~ Aleesa thought. "It's hard to say, our scans aren't showing any signs of any bodies or biosigns. I don't know if the Captain would consider an away mission of that sort a needless risk at this point or not." She replied. The Andorian lowered his head, he was obviously depressed at the loss of his ceremonial dagger. "But, we'll probably need to go back at some point, although I'm not certain when. I'll see if we can make sure that you're on that away team, if you'd like?" she asked. "Would you Doctor, that would mean a lot to me." he replied, smiling some now. "It's an awkward request I know, but it's very important to me." "I'll see what I can do, I'll speak with Lieutenant Raschen." The Andorian nodded. "Thank you Doctor." "Anytime, Ensign. For now, however, we need to get these wounds closed up before the local wears off. Sit tight and I'll send nurse Parker over to get this taken care of, okay?" The Andorian nodded. Aleesa turned away from the Andorian and caught Kitty. Nurse fisher, could you send Nurse Parker over to Biobed two and have her close and regenerate our Andorian patient's cuts on his face? I've already removed the fragments that caused them?" (reply Fisher) "And I saw that you'd released Lieutenant Janeway, thank you for getting to that so quickly. I take it he's glad to be back on duty?" (reply Fisher) Aleesa nodded. "There's also a nasty rumor that Commander Caskie was injured by some fragments as well, you might make it a point to check in on her. You know the old adage, Doctors make the worst Patients?" (reply Fisher, Any Injured that need to report to sickbay) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3 - 1812) "Stand us down from red Alert." Ahmed ordered. "If they were going to attack us, they would have done so by now." "Aye, sir, standing down from red alert. Now at Yellow alert status." Ahmed stood and stretched for a moment. He had been so focused on the situation that he hadn't realized how tense his muscles had been. His stretch was interrupted by the familiar sound of the voice from an old friend. =^=Lt. Janeway to Capt.. Salid. I've been cleared from sickbay and am ready to get back into the job at hand, Sir. Where do you need me?=^= Ahmed smiled, ~At least something is going right today.~ he thought. He tapped his commbadge. "Report to the bridge, Lieutenant. Until further notice you are the acting Chief tactical officer." he replied. (reply Jono) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - Chief Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - 1812.5*) Nurse Fisher, could you send Nurse Parker over to Biobed two and have her close and regenerate our Andorian patient's cuts on his face? I've already removed the fragments that caused them?" Kitty just coming out of Janeway's room nodded her acknowledgement and sent Parker on her way. "And I saw that you'd released Lieutenant Janeway, thank you for getting to that so quickly. I take it he's glad to be back on duty?" Kitty grinned. "I would say so Doctor. The last time I saw him he was hot footing it out of here." Aleesa nodded. "There's also a nasty rumour that Commander Caskie was injured by some fragments as well, you might make it a point to check in on her. You know the old adage, Doctors make the worst Patients?" Kitty grinned widely. "Indeed I do Sir and if you think that Josh will pay more attention to me than to you then I suggest that you be the person to go to the Bridge and get a flea in your ear. I know Josh too well to be honest. She will come when she is able to. If you try to force her you will only end up with a fight on your hands." "Don't take me the wrong way. I don't say you are wrong. I just know Josh, and if you want to push it forgive me if I run for cover starting now. (Reply Wyler iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Corridor - TRADOC/AcTAC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1815) =^=Report to the bridge, Lieutenant. Until further notice you are the acting Chief tactical officer.=^= Ahmed replied. ~At last, something I know how to do~ "I'm on my way, Sir. Janeway out." He said as he closed the comm. link. As soon as he started moving again, a sudden thought had hit him. What had happened to Sullivan? Was she missing, or dead?! He became grim, he'd known Sullivan since she was an Ensign joining the freshly formed crew of the Champlain - she was his assistant for a short time. He shook his head but kept moving, he was sure Ahmed would fill him in once he arrived. He stepped into a turbolift and was about to direct it towards the bridge when he heard someone call his name, "Lt. Janeway", He quickly halted the lift and held the doors in place, he noticed Ens. Fiacie rush through them. "Good to see you up and about, Sir. I was wondering if you had seen the CSO?! I cant seem to raise him on the comm. I know the away teams arrived back a few minutes ago." Jono shook his head, "I'm afraid I've only just got out of the Sickbay. I'm heading to the bridge to get information myself. Come with me and we'll see if anyones seen him. If hes not there - that is. If needs be you could take up the Science Console on the bridge also, it may be a key idea to have some science staff ready to advise the Captain if needs be." She nodded tenderly in agreeance, although Jono couldnt help but think that she wasnt particulary happy about sitting on the bridge. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Corridor - ACSO, Ens. Samantha Wilde' Fiacie - 1817) Sam was readily confused, she was aware that the away team was back on the ship. But for some reason she couldnt get hold of Weaver at all. Not through the comm or through the ships internal communications. ~Strange~ She thought to herself. She had been wondering if there was anything the away team had brought back which would need analysing, she wanted to know so she could set some teams up. She quite liked how Dorian was running things, afterall she wasnt keen on running the department although after warming up to the crew abit more, she fancied it more than she did when she started as ACSO. She noticed Lt. Janeway stepping into a turbolift and called his name, ~He may have information.~ She hotfooted it towards the turbolift and stepped inside; "Good to see you up and about, Sir. I was wondering if you had seen the CSO?! I cant seem to raise him on the comm. I know the away teams arrived back a few minutes ago." Janeway shook his head, "I'm afraid I've only just got out of the Sickbay. I'm heading to the bridge to get information myself. Come with me and we'll see if anyones seen him. If hes not there - that is. If needs be you could take up the Science Console on the bridge also, it may be a key idea to have some science staff ready to advise the Captain if needs be." Sam's face fell, the bridge was a big fear of hers. Its not that she couldnt give advice if she needed too, she just saw it as a bit of a dull job, sat on the bridge watching a console all day. She much preffered the labs. The lift began to move and soon enough she was following Janeway out onto the bridge. As he made a dash for the tactical console, she moved from behind him and went to confront Ensign Mallaawacky on the science console, "Ensign. Have you seen the CSO Recently?!" He shook his head and said "No, Sir." In reply. ~Damn~ She thought to herself, "You're relieved Ensign." He stepped down and she took his place, As much as she hated the 'Bridge Job' it was most likely where she would get the answers she seeked. So she waited for information to flood in. (Reply any) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - TRADOC/AcTAC, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1818) Jono stepped onto the bridge quickly followed my Fiacie, he noticed her fleet off to speak with the Officer on the science console out of the corner or his eye. He smiled slightly and continued on to the Tactical console, he relieved the man who looked a little confused when he saw Janeway heading his way. ~He obviously wasnt paying attention to what the Captain was saying when he mentioned the Acting Tac Chief over the comm, never mind~ He logged in and took a moment to clock the systems again before turning to the captain and saying, "Lt. Janeways reporting as requested, Sir." (Reply Salid, any there) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 3- 1819) A few moments later, Janeway and Fiacie entered the bridge and each headed to their respective stations. "Lt. Janeway reporting as requested, Sir." Jono reported once he had brought himself up to speed on the tactical situation. "Good to have you back on the bridge Mister Janeway. here's a quick situational brief. The ship on the main viewer belongs to a species called the Hur'q, since our arrival here earlier today we've been assaulted by them twice. The first time they caught us just after we arrived here, our shields were down and they boarded us. in conjunction, they attacked this ship with three small raiding craft. Two of which we destroyed the other retreated." Ahmed paused, "The second assault was just a few minutes ago. Mister smith detected an indication that the Hur'q had launched one or more cloaked raiders from their mother ship. They beamed an assault team to the bastion where we were involved with negotiations with new potential allies. They utilized a transport inhibitor to keep us from retrieving our personnel." "At this time, I have Rosenbauer's team on the Bastion looking to locate those missing. At present, Lieutenants Sullivan, Raschen, Nayati and Ensign Weaver are unaccounted for, and I fear the worst. At this point I want you to put a freeze on their command codes until it can be determined what their disposition is. Additionally consider all current tactical information could possible be compromised at this point. See what you can do to coordinate with engineering on modulating our shield frequencies. I also want you to run security force fields at all time until further notice and have someone adjust the field modulation on the SIF so that it can act as a transporter inhibitor for everyone but us." (reply Janeway) "Mister Fiacie, I want you to start dissecting the data Mister Smith collected on the Hur'q transport inhibitor. I want a way for us to get past it next time. Find me a solution and get with someone to have the modifications needed made to our transporters. mister Smith will assist you." (Reply Janeway, Fiacie, Smith) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2005) Jon's mind swam in darkness for a long time. Occasionally he had flashes of recent memory. He dimly remembered killing monstrous insects with Chaska by his side. He tried talking to her but she did not seem to understand him and she was moving as if stuck in molasses. He recalled speaking words to her and picking her up and running. He remembered giving her a phaser and how that turned out to be a mistake. He recalled the phaser going into overload and how Chaska had picked it up and drained it of power. Suddenly lightning bolts were shooting from her gloved hand. He saw the Hur'q die and the others retreating in terror. Then she said something he couldn't recall and then he felt the sharp pain of an electrical shock and everything had gone black. The distinct throbbing in his head woke Jon up. He ached all over. He did not know where he was, but his sensitive nose and ears told him he was not on the Rosenante. The air smelled like pine and earth. The sounds he heard were not those of the Starfleet ship. He was laying on a soft pad that was not a biobed. The atmosphere was a bit warmer than on the Rose, but the gravity was the same. Without opening his eyes, Jon did a quick self inventory to see if he had suffered any kind of traumatic damage. Other than the dull pain from what he assumed was some sort of stunning electrical shock, he found he was intact. Slowly Jon opened his eyes. He was in a large brightly lit room. There were a lot of what appeared to be paintings on the ceilings and walls. Their spiritual import was easily discernable. The floor was covered with a number of woven ceremonial rugs. A low black onyx table was in the center of the room. Jon could only assume it might be an eating table or some sort of work desk. The signs of technology were unmistakably blended with native American and South American cultures. It was a glamorized version of what the Necron Red culture might look like two or three hundred years into the future. Still laying on the soft pad, Jon felt the presence of others in the room. He turned his head to see them. They were standing on either side of what could only be a closed door. They appeared to be two male warriors dressed much as Nekawana had been. The two were taller than Jon and were well muscled. They carried some sort of colorful staff that glittered on one end with a faint nimbus of power. ~These two are clearly guards. I need to find out why I am here and what is going on.~ Slowly, Jon rolled over on his side and levered himself into a sitting position. His head was still throbbing, but the pain had begun to abate. His guards were studying him intently. Reading their auras, Jon saw that they were curious and wary but not particularly hostile. Jon raised his right hand in the universal sign of peace. "Greetings great Warriors. I am Counselor Jon Nayati, Third Officer from the Rosenante." His universal translator chirped out his words in what it had already learned in the Bastion was the correct language. The one on the right, which seemed to be the alpha male replied, raising his right hand. "You will stay here until our leader Chaska returns." Jon smiled in response, greatly relieved. "Thank the Great Spirit that she has survived the Hur'q attack. Am I a prisoner here?" "We were told to allow you to wait here and to watch you. You will wait." The warrior's face was as impassive as his words. However his aura shadowed with mistrust. Jon smiled and nodded. "I will be happy to do that." He looked forward to seeing the lovely Chaska again as long as she didn't use any more weapons on him. ~Clearly I am here under some sort of cloud of mistrust.~ "Killing big, disgusting bugs has given me quite an appetite. May I have something to eat and drink?" asked Jon, still sitting on the soft pad. The first warrior then spoke in a language Jon did not understand. The translator did not know what to make of it and only squawked in response. Probably the warrior's words were some sort command code to his ship's computer equivalent. A computer console hummed to life and a tray emerged from a slot in the wall near Jon's pad. The smell of meat and cooked food wafted to his nostrils. Jon arose and went to the tray. He pulled it out of the slot the rest of the way. It had a plate of food on it in some sort of sauce and bread with a large, simple clay cup that held clear water. Jon was delighted and smiled and thanked his guards. He picked up the tray and went to the low table to sit and eat. The simple metal spoon was a good size to help him eat the food. It was well spiced and delicious. He sopped up the sauce with the crusty brown bread. The water was cool and refreshing. Jon was still eating when the door opened and Chaska entered. He stood up slowly to face the Sky Spirit woman in a non-threatening manner. Giving her the universal peace sign, Jon spoke. "Chaska, it good to see you again." (Reply Chaska, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – Spirit Counselor Chaska – Day 3- 2010) Many things had transpired since her return to the Ina'hayeh, not the least of which was a not very well veiled threat from Namid that he would assume the leadership of the tribe. Technically he had the right, but only if he could best her in combat, which Chaska felt he probably could. He was a warrior and a Hunter, and Chaska was not. She was only a spirit guide and counselor. Physically she was no match for him and she knew it. Of course there was the matter of marriage; If Namid could marry her, there would be no reason to ascend to the position of chief through combat. Her father had wanted Namid to be her husband, but ever since she had seen Nayati and realized that there might be other options, she had not been so certain of her father's decisions. She had spent the last several minutes speaking with the eldest of the Tribe, Wanahoa. He was the most venerated of the tribe and while he held no great power, the respect that everyone afforded him was of great influence. He had decided who her father would marry. And it was his words that persuaded her father not to marry her off quite yet. She thought it only fitting that she should pay him a visit personally after assuming the role of chief. It lent credence to her position, which was already rocky enough. After their brief discussion, Chaska had left and returned to her quarters to see if Nayati had awakened. There were still some unanswered questions that she needed to ask and it was best to make certain before too much time had passed. The door to her quarters slid aside without a sound and Chaska stepped into the familiar presence of her personal domicile. Two of Namid's best warriors were just inside the door. this violation of her personal space was irritating, but could hardly have been avoided, considering the current circumstances. Jon was sitting and eating. The fact that he had any appetite meant he was not worried and therefore probably not complicit in any conspiracy against her people. This put her somewhat at ease. He also had manners unlike Namid, who would have just continued eating. But Nayati stood, greeted her with the universal hand gesture of peace and spoke, "Chaska, it good to see you again." Chaska turned her head to the side so that she could speak over her shoulder. "You may wait outside." She said. "We were told to wait here." One of the warriors replied. "And who told you that?" she asked, turning to face the two men. "Namid ordered it," Makanakana, the larger of the two replied. "And is Namid Chief?" She asked, as she stalked towards the warrior. "He will be soon." he answered. Chaska's eyes flashed in anger at the response and she drew back her hand to strike the warrior in the face. Her palm stung with the impact, but the warrior hardly moved. "I said you will wait outside." she repeated. "I'll not take orders from the likes of you woman." Makanakana replied. He pulled back his hand to strike her, but his compatriot, Inimawa, grabbed his forearm, preventing him from landing the blow. "Namid is not chief yet, and it is disgraceful to strike a woman, even one with a harsh tongue and a sharp hand." Makanakana regarded his companion. He nodded. "She'll be in her place soon enough." he replied. Inimawa smiled, then added. "We will wait outside." He had to forcibly turn his companion towards the exit, but a moment later, both had exited the room and taken up stations to either side of the door. Chaska turned on her heels and faced Nayati. "I am facing a crisis." she said simply and walked towards him. "My father is dead, his body taken by the Kobali and his spirit shall never find peace. He shall travel between this world and the world of night forever seeking rest. And now this..." "Namid would force me to marry him so he would be chief, or he would kill me to achieve the same goal. And then there's you..." (reply Nayati) "The Hur'q have never attacked us when we assembled before. They raided from time to time, but never with an intent to kill our people beyond those that chose to defend us. They have never tried to kill our leaders." Her voice faltered and tears started to leak from her eyes. "not before you came." She turned away from him, trying to bring her emotions under control. She forced a deep breath. "Tell me truthfully, Jon Nayati of the tribe Rosenante. Are you in league with the Hur'q for some reason? Have you brought this down upon us?" (reply Nayati) She wanted to believe him with every fiber of her soul, but something about the situation was still bothering her. She couldn't put her finger on it. "My father was a great man. He led his people well for many years during rough times. But now he is gone and we are growing desperate. The game that we have been hunting is almost gone, we have no food reserves. There is a faction led by Namid, that believes that we should begin to raid the other's trapped here. He says we should take what we need by force rather than starve to death." "His followers are the warriors and hunters. He is a power to contend with, and as you heard, I am only a woman. I have a difficult time deciding if he is right or wrong. Which is worse? Stealing to feed your people or letting them starve?" (reply Nayati) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh – Counselor Chaska's Quarters – 3O/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2011) "Chaska, it is good to see you again." Jon got up slowly as he spoke. ~No point in making everybody nervous, Great Spirit.~ Jon was expecting Chaska to speak to him and defuse the tension on the part of his guards, but his expectation was not realized. Rather than speaking to him, Chaska attempted to dismiss his guards. Then everyone in the room suddenly got very tense. An angry dialogue between Chaska the two guards ensued and then escalated. In that heated talk, Jon quickly learned that he was being guarded by warriors loyal to someone named Namid. At the mention of Namid's name, Chaska's aura, voice and words flared with animosity. The three of them were now so preoccupied with their anger, that they completely lost their focus on him. ~How foolish. How deadly.~ Seeing that no one was attending to him, Jon moved closer to the arguing threesome. Jon's aim was not to escape but to protect Chaska from any violence that might quickly ensue. Though weaponless, Jon was a trained Necron Red Starfleet officer. His NCR II speed and greater strength would allow him to close the distance between him and the two warriors with lethal efficiency. By the time either preoccupied guard reacted, one or both would be dead. Even as Jon was thinking, more angry words between Chaska and Makanakana were exchanged. Chaska slapped Makanakana. Gravely insulted, Makanakana was about to return Chaska's love tap when the other warrior interceded instead. The Inimawa's timely intercession saved Jon from seriously crippling Makanakana. As Inimawa finally forced the disgruntled alpha warrior to depart, Chaska turned and walked toward Jon. "I am facing a crisis. My father has been taken by the Kobali and his spirit shall never find peace. He shall travel between this world and the world of night, forever seeking rest. And now this…." "Namid would force me to marry him so he would be chief, or kill me to achieve the same goal. And then there is you. . ." "Chaska, you saved me from the murdering Hur'q. I am therefore duty bound to protect you and your tribal succession. My people protect our chiefs and healers," Jon said frankly. "Starfleet has similar protective protocols as well." "The Hur'q have never attacked us when we assembled before," said Chaska with certainty. "They raided from time to time, but never with an intent to kill our people beyond those that chose to defend us. They have never tried to kill our leaders." Jon observed Chaska's grief stricken aura and mournful tears. "Not before you came.. . . Are you in league with the Hur'q for some reason? Have you brought them down on us?" asked Chaska tearfully. "Chaska," Jon replied aghast. "I swear by the Great Spirit that my Rose tribe is not aligned with the genocidal Hur'q. We were just transported here. The first species we encountered here were the Hur'q. They raided us and murdered members of our crew. During the meeting in the Bastion, they came to try to kill us again. Can't you see that means we are not working with them?" (Reply Chaska) "My father was a great man. He led his people well for many years during rough times. But now he is gone and we are growing desperate. The game that we have been hunting is almost gone, we have no food reserves. There is a faction led by Namid, that believes that we should begin to raid the other's trapped here. He says we should take what we need by force rather than starve to death." "His followers are the warriors and hunters. He is a power to contend with, and as you heard, I am only a woman. I have a difficult time deciding if he is right or wrong. Which is worse? Stealing to feed your people or letting them starve?" Looking at her Jon saw doubt and concern in her aura. Her voice indicated that she was depressed about her father's death and the untenable situation in which she found herself. Jon held out his hands. "I've been thinking a lot about this place. Could the reason why the Hur'q attacked the conference leaders is because they are as desperate as you are? The harvester is a dead ecosystem that cannot sustain life for very long. If your tribe is running out of food, think about the Hur'q. They have been here longer and according to Ji'yala, they have greater numbers." "You appear to be an intelligent woman. You are strong and capable. You were raised as a Chief's daughter. Let me talk to my ship and see if you can meet with our Chief." (Reply Chaska) (Posted by Jim) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Sky Spirit Ship Ina'hayeh - Counselor Chaska's Quarters - Spirit Counselor Chaska - Day 3- 2012) "Chaska," Jon replied aghast. "I swear by the Great Spirit that my Rose tribe is not aligned with the genocidal Hur'q. We were just transported here. The first species we encountered here were the Hur'q. They raided us and murdered members of our crew. During the meeting in the Bastion, they came to try to kill us again. Can't you see that means we are not working with them?" Chaska nodded. "Yes I do, but Namid and the others may not." she replied wearily. Jon held out his hands. "I've been thinking a lot about this place. Could the reason why the Hur'q attacked the conference leaders is because they are as desperate as you are? The harvester is a dead ecosystem that cannot sustain life for very long. If your tribe is running out of food, think about the Hur'q. They have been here longer and according to Ji'yala, they have greater numbers." "You appear to be an intelligent woman. You are strong and capable. You were raised as a Chief's daughter. Let me talk to my ship and see if you can meet with our Chief." She looked at his hands for a moment. There was no reasonable reason for her to trust him, yet somehow she did. Perhaps it was his demeanor, perhaps it was because she could almost feel his sincerity. Perhaps it was because she needed an ally in the days to come and Jon Nayati was as good an ally as she was likely to get at the moment. She reached out and took his hand. It was warmer than she expected. She gazed up into his beautiful eyes. "No one can say for certain about the Hur'q they are so... Alien. How can I know their mind? I know only that they seem to fear the Nechani. I don't know why, but that is why Ji'yala is the head of the Alliance and not someone else. That and her sense of divine providence." She released his hand and moved across the room to the large observation window that afforded her a view beyond the hull of the ship. "I always feared this day would come Jon. When my father was gone and I would be responsible for my tribe. But like all other unpleasant thoughts, I pushed it from my mind. Now it has come back to me as a waking nightmare." Her mind worked quickly, considering the situation. "You are not a Prisoner, so long as Namid's people will listen to my commands. You may return to your ship when you are ready. I would meet with your chief, but I must be careful. Ji'yala may take offense at such a meeting and Namid may use the opportunity of my absence to consolidate his power. Already I am standing on a precipice." (reply Nayati iyw) She turned away from the window and moved to a handcrafted table. She opened a drawer there, and removed his commbadge. She took it to him. She held it out to him. "I brought you here because I was confused and thought that somehow you could have been allies of the Hur'q. I have caused you pain and held you against your will. For that I apologize and ask for your understanding if not your forgiveness. But you're being here has served a double purpose. You have now seen for yourself how my position as tribal Chief is weak. You know of Namid's intentions. You may well have to kill him before these days of mistrust come to an end." "Let us see what we can arrange to meet with your chief. You should leave while you can. I will make certain that you can transport off this ship without worry. Give me five minutes to ensure that before you go." (reply Nayati) Chaska drew her eyes away from him, then taking a deep breath, she turned and exited her quarters, knowing that Jon Nayati would be leaving her ship in five minutes time, Once she had made certain that the ship's fields were off long enough to allow him to do so. NRPG: Chronicler's note: Chaska leaves at 2025. The fields will be down at 2030 hours on day 3 for Jon's return to the Rosenante. (reply Nayati) Daniel Greene ===================================================================== (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 3 - ACEO- Lt. Alimi Morrow - 0630) Alimi came into the transporter room with the dreadful knowledge that he was going to be going aboard an abandoned starship in of all things a flimsy little EVA suit to protect him from the terrible extremes of space. Already the security team was suited up in their heavier armored versions of the EVA suits. They were just mounting the transporter platform when he entered. There was a collection of engineers that had been selected for this mission. He and T'Kron would both be going aboard, and so far he didn't know whether the CEO would be going off ship at this time. "I guess I'll know if she shows up." he mumbled to himself. "What was that sir?" Kowalchek asked him. "Oh nothing, just grumbling about EVA suits that's all." he said in reply. "Speaking of which..." "Yours is right there, sir." Kowalchek said with a jab of his thumb." "Damn operations for being so damned efficient." Alimi replied, then went over to get suited up as the engineers broke into a series of nervous chuckles. The transporter Chief energized the transporter and the security team was away. "Everyone armed? and Where are the mobile transport inhibitors to keep the Hur'q away?" There were confirmations around the room indicating that they were indeed armed. Afterwards the transporter chief, said. "The transport inhibitors are all aboard the Epiphany as ordered. They'll be activated once everyone is on board." Alimi nodded, "sounds good." He pulled on his helmet then checked his seals. With a nod and a thumbs up from another of his engineers, He motioned to the transporter platform. "Okay everyone, let's get this show on the road." His breathing sounded heavy as he traversed the steps up to the top of the platform. He stopped on one of the pads and regarded the stack of equipment that crowded over the three pads to the rear of the platform. "Everyone ready?" the transporter chief, Dawson asked. Every engineer on the team gave him a thumbs up. "Energizing." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 3 – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - 0632) T'Kron was suited up after Lt Morrow and was waiting for others from Engineering in the Transporter Room. Lt. Morrow was muttering to himself. T'kron checked his gear and readily accepted the hand phaser, since there was no telling what they would find or if the Hur'q would attack again. Others from Engineering trailed in and soon the entire group was in their EVA suits. Lt. Morrow motioned to the transporter platform. "Okay everyone; let's get this show on the road." T'Kron joined the others on the transporter dais. Transporter Chief Dawson asked, "Everyone ready?" Knowing the Chief would have difficulty hearing him easily through the EVA suit, T'Kron gave him a thumbs up. "Energizing." (Reply Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante -Transporter Room 3 - Security Yeoman Elvis Fowler – 0632.5*) Elvis arrived in the Transporter Room some early. He asked the transported chief where his EVA suit was and the chief jerked his thumb towards Elvis's suit. He noticed Ensign V'Shera and moved over to say hello. "Hello Ensign. All Set?" Fowler asked nervously. (reply IyW V'Shera) Nodding, Elvis donned his suit and awaited the transport over to the Eppy. He was surprised he had been asked to go on the away mission. He was a relatively new Security trooper and as such expected to get the late night security shifts and a never an away mission. He had been surprised to be ordered to the Bastion. The surprised continued as he had yet again been engaged in a fire fight. Elvis Fowler wasn;t particularly brave or a coward. He was, well, just Elvis. Nothing special. He liked old Earth Rock and Roll of the 1950's and 60's. His parents had named him after a performer of note - one Elvis Presley. Elvis was ordered to mount the transporter padd and beam over. He walked up to the padd and stepped on it. He was a rarity in SF - he liked using the Transporter as mean of transport - he got a 'rush' each time he used it! His vision dissolved into a field of energy and was soon replaced by another transporter room. (Reply: any if you like) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany – Deck 5, Corridor – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0644) V"Shera and her security party had beamed into a dead nightmare of frigid, airless darkness. Other than their own foot steps and breathing, there had been no sound to be picked on their auditory sensors and no gravity. Even with gravity boots, everyone's movement had been slowed somewhat. Using powerful suit and chemical lights, V'Shera and the other the tact-secs, including Fowler had slowly explored the frozen, lifeless areas where they had then set up the four inactive transport inhibitors. (Reply any on security) In V'Shera's, Gonzales and Fowler's sections, nothing untoward had happened. V'Shera was greatly relieved that no incorporeal beings had manifested themselves on her watch. (Reply any in security) Once all four inhibitors were installed where they need to be, V'Shera's squad leader informed the Rose transporter staff. Transport from the Rose to the Epiphany began rapidly. ACEO Lt. T'Kron, Lt. Morrow and an officer named Kowalchek were the first to arrive at V'Shera's location. Crewmen Kowalchek asked a question. "Lt. Morrow, how about we have Ensign V'Shera and maybe another security officer to come with us just in case we get into trouble? This is a derelict ship and it probably has a lot of pitfalls. I don't want to get this far just to fall through a weak spot in the floor." "We are at your command, Sir," V'Shera piped up instantly and then looked at Lt. Morrow for permission. "Fowler, you can be with us." (Reply Fowler) Resolutely, V'Shera and the rest of the Rose moved to the impulse reactors. (Reply Any) After several more minutes, all Rose transporter signals ended. At that point V'Shera's tricorder registered the activation of the four inhibitors inside the Epiphany. ~At least now we are safe from the Hur'q outside,~ V'Shera hoped silently. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- 0645) NRPG: The deck plans for a nova class starship can be found here: http://www.startrekfreedom.com/fleet/mithrandir/deckplans.html RPG: Cold... that was the first thing that Alimi thought after he had rematerialized aboard the Epiphany. There was a thick layer of hoar frost everywhere. The engineer in him knew that it was caused by the failure of the Environmental systems. As the temperature dropped the water vapor in the air solidified and formed ice crystals. Dark... that was the second word that came to mind. Without any power of it's own on board, the corridors were darker than the deepest tunnel on earth. There was a complete darkness, pierced only by the nearly tangible beams of the helmet torches of the engineering team. The beams of light were stark brilliant white and outside of their immediate beam, the darkness ruled supreme. Alimi keyed his internal microphone to connect him with the rest of the engineering team. "Okay folks, let's get underway. T'Kron, you and Kowalchek head to the Impulse reactor with the portable generators. See if we get can some light in here and maybe gravity." (reply T'Kron) "Sampson, you and Novak head for the Computer Core on deck 2 and start downloading the ship's database." =^=We're on it chief.=^= Sampson replied. "Zorn, you're with me, we're going to survey deflector control." =^=Okay.=^= Zorn replied. "Everyone keep their eyes open and report anything out of the ordinary. Remember we don't know who has been on board this ship since she was abandoned." There was a course of agreement and then the Engineer's went their separate ways. (reply Any who'd like to play an NPC Engineer or Security team members). Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany - Deck 5, Corridor - ACEO Lt. T'Kron - 0647) The ice crystals of the ship glittered in the light beams of the away team. Checking the controls on his EVA suit reflexively, T'Kron sternly pulled his mind away from the cold. His suit controls registered normal. Ice crystals crunched under his booted feet as he took a step or two down the corridor in which they found themselves. The darkness swallowed up the light beams, not lighting up much distance down the hall. Lt. Morrow's voice sounded through the suit comm units. "Okay folks, let's get underway. T'Kron, you and Kowalchek head to the impulse reactor with the portable generators. See if we get can some light in here and maybe gravity." T'Kron nodded but then realized that his motion was not as visible. Turning on his own comm unit in his suit, he said, "I will do so." He waved a hand at Kowalchek. Pausing to check his tricorder, the two of them readied themselves to head for the impulse reactor with the portable generators. Kowalchek said, "Lt. Morrow, how about we have Ensign V'Shera and maybe another security officer come with us just in case we get into trouble? This is a derelict ship and it probably has a lot of pitfalls. I don't want to get this far just to fall through a weak spot in the floor." (Reply Alimi Morrow, Any) Lt. Morrow went on to dole out other assignments. "Everyone keep their eyes open and report anything out of the ordinary. Remember we don't know who has been on board this ship since she was abandoned." There was a course of agreement and then the Engineers went their separate ways. (Reply Alimi Morrow, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- Day 4- 0649) Alimi had just given his assignments to the engineering crew when Kowalchek spoke again. =^=Lt. Morrow, how about we have Ensign V'Shera and maybe another security officer come with us just in case we get into trouble? This is a derelict ship and it probably has a lot of pitfalls. I don't want to get this far just to fall through a weak spot in the floor.=^= "Good idea." Alimi replied. He activated his commbadge. "Mister V'Shera, could you kindly accompany Lieutenant T'Kron and Ensign Kowalchek as a security escort to the Impulse reactors please?" (reply V'Shera) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow- Day 4- 0649.5*) "We are at your command, Sir," V'Shera channeled back at once. Looking at Lt. Morrow for permission, she indicated Yeoman Fowler. "Can Mr. Fowler be with us, Sir?" V'Shera asked respectfully. Alimi glanced over at Fowler. "Yeah, sure." he replied. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Epiphany- Deck 5, Corridor- ATAC Ensign V"Shera -0650) Listening to ACEO Morrow making his engineering assignments, V'Shera waited to see who she and the other tact-secs were going to escort. A moment later, V'Shera got her orders. =^= Mister V'Shera, could you kindly accompany Lieutenant T'Kron and Ensign Kowalchek as a security escort to the Impulse reactors please?=^= "We are at your command, Sir," V'Shera channeled back at once. Looking at Lt. Morrow for permission, she indicated Yeoman Fowler. "Can Mr. Fowler be with us, Sir." V'Shera asked respectfully. V'Shera had it on good authority that yeoman Fowler had done quite well when the Hur'q had first invaded the Rose two days earlier. Logically, Fowler would make a valuable addition to her away team if their trip to and from the impulse reactors suddenly became 'complicated'. (Reply Lt. Morrow, IYW) With the correct duty allocations made, V'Shera took the point. All of the others on the away team fell in behind her. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Epiphany – Deck 8, Corridor – ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0657) V'Shera continued the point for the away team heading toward the Epiphany's non-functional impulse reactors. As she, Fowler, Kowalchek and Vulcan engineer T'Kron moved carefully through the dark, frozen corridors, V'Shera checked her tricorder frequently. Early on, V"Shera had set her tricorder to scan for several things inside the Epiphany related to away team scurity. Among those priorities V'Shera was scanning for were hazardous structural integrity risks, dangerous radiation leaks, any left over but active bobby traps and covert sensor devices. She was also using her tricorder to register any concealed life forms inside the seemingly dead Epiphany, especially the murderous Hur'q. ~ Most High Sarak, what better place for another Hur'q attack than the seemingly lifeless and abandoned Epiphany. If we can be in the Epiphany with EVA suits and gravity boots, why can't the crafty and murderous Hur'q be here as well?~ Readings taken of the Bastion's concealed spy net had been fed into all the Rose's away team tricorders. Having had so much violent contact with the Hur'q over the last three ship days, the Rose's life science departments finally had enough genetic data to record the man-sized insectoids' life patterns on the tricorders she and the others in her party were now using. Hopefully, there would be no Hur'q surprises for the Rose anymore. Being the ranking tact-sec person in the four crew party, V'Shera had Fowler and Kowalchek to do the same. V'Shera assume that the oh so logical T'Kron would have done the same with his engineering tricorder. (Reply, Any on the away team, IYW) Stopping where they had relatively good structural cover, V'Shera opened her EVA suit's COM channel and spoke to T'Tron and all the rest of her team.. "I've got nothing hazardous on point. Report your status?" (Reply Fowler, T'Kron, Kowalchek, Any)) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Cial, Reclamation Chamber - Priest of Medicine Hasiyl & Provost Qamda- Day 4- 0800) Hasiyl stood over the Vulcan female as he finished the preparations for her reclamation. She was stripped and a thin gossamer sheet covered her from the waist down. Her wound, a jagged tear in her abdomen was fully exposed to the air. It was a terrible gash and Hasiyl had wondered if even Kobali science could repair the damage. Such extensive damage to the internal organs usually meant that the subject would not be a successful reclamation. Hasiyl regarded her Vulcan facial features. They seemed somehow familiar to him. Not that he remembered this particular woman, but more of a nagging sensation that he had seen her species somewhere before. That of course wasn't possible, since he had only overseen the reclamation of those that had died recently. His own experiences with outsiders was limited to those events. Since his own reclamation, he had not set foot outside the ship. He did not know who or what he had been before he was Hasiyl. Sometimes he would sit alone and wonder if he had ever had any family, or friends that missed him. It was a difficult thing to consider, and the thought that he would not have been missed always haunted him when he closed his eyes. Still, one did not ask about their other life. It was forbidden and it was looked upon poorly. All anyone would tell him was he is Hasiyl. He had always been Hasiyl and would forever be Hasiyl. He had no memories of his pre-Hasiyl life. He had fleeting moments of recognition or perhaps epiphanies of thought, but he had no real memories. Yet here he was leaning over this woman's body, looking at her glassy eyes and sharp cheekbones wondering if he somehow knew her. "Do I know you?" he whispered to her, "Have we met in my prior life? Maybe I knew someone who knew you?" he offered. He knew that it was not possible to get answers from her. Her body was just a shell, waiting to be reclaimed and waiting for the addition of the Kobali mind that would create a new addition to the species. "Is there a specific reason that you are talking to the dead Hasiyl?" a voice sounded behind him. Hasiyl turned in embarrassed horror. The Provost himself was standing there regarding him. "No Provost," he stammered, "I only wondered..." his voice trailed off. "Wondered what?" Qamda asked as he approached the body on the table. "I wondered if anyone would miss her, now that she is gone." Hasiyl offered weakly. Qamda regarded the priest standing near him. There was a certain tinge of sadness in his voice a sort of longing that Qamda could just barely detect. "Are you having signs of the kyn'steya, Hasiyl?" Qamda asked pointedly. "Of course not, Provost! Don't be ridiculous. I was just thinking on a philosophical level," the Priest replied. "So you weren't wondering if you were missed when you were brought here?" Qamda pressed. Hasiyl looked at the Provost. He felt almost as if the two were making some significant connection. "Not specifically. But I will admit that I have often thought about what my prior life may have been like." Qamda nodded. "I think that is only natural. But the important thing to remember is that you are no longer that person. Those that knew you would not know you now if they saw you. They would not recognize you for their own. You are Kobali now and we accept you for who you are. We gave you another chance to live once your prior life ended. We brought you closer to eternity. Put aside thoughts of your prior life. Embrace what and who you are." Hasiyl nodded, "Yes I suppose you are right. I am Kobali now. There is no changing that. It is better forgotten." Qamda nodded. He turned to look back at the body on the table. "She will make a fine addition to our crew. She was brave and she will most assuredly be missed by those who knew her. That life is over now, and so now she shall live again as a Kobali. A productive member of our crew." "Indeed," Hasiyl replied. "I wonder what her name was?" "Her name was Sullivan. T'Larah Sullivan." Qamda replied. "Sullivan is a strong name, what will her new name be?" Qamda leaned forward and looked deep into her eyes. He stood and smiled. "We shall call her Saviya." NRPG: Saviya means "Strong-Spirited". RPG: Hasiyl smiled, "An excellent name." He commented. "She is definitely a strong one." "Begin the reclamation process. Kasam tells me that the power relays and systems have been repaired well enough to reclaim her. If the process is successful, we can begin to reclaim the others as well." Qamda ordered. Hasiyl nodded. "How long will the process take?" "A little over an hour, Provost." Qamda nodded and left the chamber, soon they'd have a new member of the crew and the morale of his people would be restored. NRPG: Sullivan will be converted at 0915 hours on day 4. We will not be interrupting the process. (reply None) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Cial - Reclamation Chamber - Kobali Reclaimant - Saviya (T'Larah) - 0920) Saviya opened her eyes for the first time. She found he self laying supine, and resting comfortably, as if waking from a long slumber, though she could not remember ever falling asleep. In fact she couldn't remember anything. She had a feeling of self, she knew how to move, but she had no clues on her past. As she opened her eyes someone spoke to her. (Reply Hasiyl) "Where am I? Who am I?" she asked. ~I know how to speak as well, why do I not remember anything?~ (Reply Hasiyl) "How is it that I know how to speak, but don't remember any of my past?" (Reply Hasiyl) "Tell me more" (Reply Hasiyl) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Cial, Reclamation Chamber - Priest of Medicine Hasiyl- Day 4- 0923) Hasiyl nodded with satisfaction as he deactivated the last of the devices that he had used to transform and then reclaim the newest member of the Kobali crew. Saviya had handled the transformation from dead to animate exceptionally well, her body had taken to it like... ~ A fish takes to water.~ Hasiyl blinked in surprise. He had no idea what a fish was or where such a phrase could have possibly come from. Perhaps he was starting to experience the kyn'steya; to remember small fragments of his prior life. It was something that both excited and terrified him at the same time. It excited him at the prospect of discovering his past. It also terrified him for the same reason. It was a bittersweet happening. Hasiyl turned to regard the cartoneurometer, the device that was responsible for monitoring the transformation of the brain of the subject during the reclamation process. It was also the device that imprinted several aspects of a fully mature Kobali upon the memory center, things like language, mathematics, science and similar knowledge that would allow a new Reclamation subject to function when they were born as an adult. The only things missing were personal experiences. There were a few latent spikes of energy, that flashed across the four lobes of her brain. He could interpret them as autonomic functions. Then there was a sudden rippling of energy that spread across her primary lobe. She was awakening. He turned to regard the Kobali woman laying supine on the table before her. Her eyelids fluttered. "Welcome back, child." he said to her as she opened her eyes. "Where am I? Who am I?" she asked. "You are aboard the Kobali ship Cial. Your name is Saviya." "How is it that I know how to speak, but don't remember any of my past?" She asked. Hasiyl smiled. "You do not remember your past because you have no past. You are just born as an adult. Basic skills are granted to you by the machine that helped to birth you." "Tell me more." Hasiyl nodded. "There is too much to tell, Saviya. Know only that you have been saved from the Oblivion of final death. You have been given a new Beginning as a Kobali. You have no experiences before today, because that which you were is no more. I brought you this second life and closer to eternity because that is what I do. My name is Hasiyl, I am a priest of medicine." He knew that she would understand his words. "Come Saviya, rise and get dressed, so I may make introductions for you. The provost and the Council of Priests are waiting in the adjacent room for your introduction. They will be pleased to meet you. Just as I am proud to be your savior." NRPG: Savior as in, "I saved you from the Final death", not as in "I have a god complex." (reply Saviya) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Cial - Reclamation Chamber - Kobali Reclaimant - Saviya (T'Larah) - 0924) ~Shouldn't I have a feeling of modesty or embarrassment at being nude?~ she asked her self, puzzled why she didn't. Saviya dressed quickly she found the garments laid out for her simple easy to understand and comfortable to wear. "I am prepared." she said confident that she was ready for whomever she faced on the other side of the mentioned door. (Reply Hasiyl) The pair approached the door leading to the next room, Saviya prepared herself for meeting the leaders of her new people. (Reply Hasiyl, Priests of Kobali) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante -Transporter Room 3 - Ensign (jg) V'Shera – 0631.5) Always being prompt, V'Shera arrived at Transporter Room 3 early; After checking the reinforced EVA suit's seals, air supply, power cells and gravity boots, V"Shera quickly put it on. She then checked the suit's various utility pouches for necessary tools, a suit repair kit and injectable medical supplies. She put two extra e-clips in one of the EVA suit's chest pockets. V"Shera then picked a phaser rifle and joined Rita Gonzales, Elvis Fowler and all the security staff now awaiting transport to the gutted, abandoned Epiphany. In close proximity to so many untrained, unshielded minds, V'Shera's telepathy registered a mixed mental college of excitement, apprehension and unease about the transport to the long dead, long deserted Epiphany. The disconcerting words ghost ship floated up into V'Shera's mind. Thinking on this, V'Shera recalled the long human history of illogical superstition about the bad consequences of boarding such floating, long deserted sea and star ships. `~ The minds that had created and piloted the ravenous star ship devourer had been dust for many countless millennia. The Harvester was indeed a monolithic Death Ship. Any life that was unfortunate enough to be transported into it was doomed to die. Its colossal Bone Yard was an impossibly gigantic necropolis filled with nothing but tens of thousands of skeletal, desolate space hulks and forlorn ghost ships. ~Was it any wonder that some of my human companions were experiencing some feelings of tangible unease now? Or is what I had felt just an archaic, superstitious projection taken from my own combat fatigued mind and edgy emotions, ~ V'Shera wondered that as she awaited transport to the Epiphany. Of course being a Vulcan meant that V'Shera didn't believe in ghosts. She couldn't believe in ghosts? That idea was quiet illogical. Yet she felt an inexplicable twinge of illogical, irrational dread race up and down her tall Vulcan spine. ~ But it was a vast galaxy, and a Starfleet had a recorded plethora of non-corporal entities existing in it. And some of these incorporeals had annoying tendencies to show up when they were least expected, invariably in the wrong place and always at the worst possible times.~ The last security people stepped on to the transporter pad. The four deactivated Transport inhibitors were placed on the bay 3 pad. Brief words were exchanged, orders were given and V'Shera and company were beamed over the Epiphany. (Reply, Any in security) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Hur'q Hive Ship - Imperator's Throne Room - Sub-Commander Nu'chei - 1800) Nu'chei had arrived back at the Hive and soon found himself reporting to the Imperator. He marched with precision and pride as he arrived to present his master with news of the front line. He knelt the required distance from the imperator his sword still unsheathed, but point held to the ground in a non-threatening way, for he knew not only was this the submissive stance required, also any threatening move made toward the Queen's Right Hand would mean his slow but certain death. He held his eyes cast down and waited to be spoken to before he responded. The Imperator waited a good long while testing Nu'chei's patience, when he was satisfied, he spoke. (Reply Imperator S'Kanon) "I brought for you Right Hand of the Queen, a taste of the conquest I have wrought in the name of the Queen. Blood from the most hated ones." he said turning the sword, point to the left, lifting it up for the Imperator's inspection and sampling. (Reply Imperator S'Kanon) "Of course, I destroyed the Sky Spirit Chief and three of the Star Fleet officers personally." he responded. (Reply Imperator S'Kanon) "The red is Human you have tasted that before, the blue is Andorian..." he said. (Reply Imperator S'Kanon) "The green I believe is called Vulcan." he spoke as if the Imperator were sampling a particular new vintage of wine or ale. (Reply Imperator S'Kanon) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - SO- Mike Rosenbauer- Day 3- 1802) Josh straightened up in her chair and nodded at him. "Correct ensign. Please get yourself something to drink if you wish and take a seat." Mike nodded and took a seat as Jennifer turned back to finish speaking with Kitty. "Once I've given the Captain my report I'll report to Sickbay. I will also need to question Ambassador Morgan then too if possible. You're dismissed Kitty, I'll see you soon." Josh waited until Kitty had left and then looked over the table at Mike. "I have to give the Captain a briefing on what happened and I can't fully do that until I know what happened after I beamed back and your team beamed over." "I understand" Mike organized his thoughts before continuing, "We arrived immediately after we beamed off the Rosenante in a rear flanking position behind the Hur'q assault team. We spread out and started putting fire into them in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure off the rest of the personnel in that area. The Hunters had established a defensive line between the Hur'q and the Rosenante Crew. We aided them. Shortly after our arrival, the Hur'q beamed away. A few moments later the Bodies of our dead crew were also transported away. I found it interesting that the Hunter dead however were left behind." "Also Lts Sullivan, Nayati and Raschen, not to mention Ensign Weaver are still missing. I need an update on their status, if you have it. " You were the last to beam back from the Bastion so as far as I am concerned you have the most up to date Intel on what happened. " Mike nodded solemnly. "I saw Lieutenant Sullivan severely injured by one of the Hur'q. He used some sort of bladed weapon and it appears that Sullivan was trying to protect Lieutenant Raschen. I can only assume that since her body was not found that she was killed and her body taken by the Hur'q." He swallowed. "We spread out to look for injured. Ensign Cooper found Weaver's body about 25 yards away from the main attack. It appears that he had located the transport inhibitor that the Hur'q were utilizing. The unit was damaged by what appears to be a phaser set on overload. Along with the device there were four dead Hur'q Soldiers. It seems that Weaver was injured in an his efforts to disable or destroy the Inhibitor. He suffered massive internal trauma and was pronounced dead by Cooper on the scene. His body was sent to the Morgue." "We found no Sign of Nayati at all. Either he was killed and his body taken, or he somehow managed to evacuate using an alternate means." Mike looked her in the eyes. "Lieutenant Raschen was seriously injured, but alive. He is suffering from severe trauma caused by a series of bladed weapon strikes. I think that the same Hur'q that killed Sullivan probably also caused his injuries. Lieutenant Wyler was having him rushed into surgery the last I heard. I don't know his current condition." "What puzzles me is why the Hur'q did not reclaim their dead Soldiers at the inhibitor site nor did they retrieve Ensign Weaver's Body. Everything else that we've seen indicates that they recovered their dead as well as our own. Perhaps something prevented them from doing so?" "I sent the Hur'q Weapon and the inhibitor down to sciences to study a few minutes before I came up here." "I see." Josh closed her eyes momentarily. "Thank you. Go get cleaned up and then report back for duty." Mike stood and turned to head for the door, when he remembered something. "Oh commander, I just remembered one other detail." (reply Caskie) "It was something that one of the Hunters said to me. He said, to remind you of what the Hunter's did for us there. That they seek an alliance with us and that while they need much, they have much to offer in return." (reply Caskie) "He then went to recover his dead. But not before he said that he grieves that we can not retrieve our own fallen. He indicated that we should discuss it with the Kobali. There was nothing else. After that we regrouped and transported back to the Rose. I sent St. jean to Guard the Ambassador in Sickbay. " (reply Caskie) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------