Compile August 12-18 (Champlain) This compile is for the Champlain. Lots happening through these posts. Lots of minor timestamp corrections. Note: Whenever there were multiple locations in a single post, I split them up so that every thing falls chronologically. This does not alter the post count. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Beyond Vengeance Day: 1 Stardate: 2407.03.15 Compile Summary Part A (USS Champlain – Corridor Deck 3 – Starfleet Theoretical Sciences (STS) – Dr Laura Schell – 0059) (USS Champlain - Guests' Quarters Deck 3 - SO - Lt. Bohb - 0100) (USS Champlain, Corridor Deck 3, Civilian Hannah Schell-0101) (USS Champlain – Deck 3 Passageway - House Pet - Norman - 0104) (USS Champlain - Chief Engineer's Office, Main Engineering - Ensign Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli - 0137) (USS Champlain, Main Engineering – Crewman Carol Anderson– 0139) (Position in spacetime unknown – Olen Rhinehart) (USS Champlain - Main Engineering- ACEO Ensign Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli - 0140) (USS Champlain, Dorsal Nacelle Pylon – ACEO - Ensign Paul Bird – 0158) (USS Wyvern, Bridge & Corridor, Sec Chief/Acting FO & FO - Lt. Jono Janeway & Cmdr Martin O'Shea -0203) (USS Champlain, USS Wyvern - Bridge – 3O/Acting CO Bree Frazier and FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0207) (USS Wyvern - Bridge – FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0208) (USS Wyvern, Outside Bridge - Sec Chief/Acting FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 0209) (USS Champlain - Bridge - Counselor- Lieutenant Alosar - 0210) (Position in spacetime unknown – Olen Rhinehart) (USS Wyvern - Bridge – FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0211) (USS Wyvern, Bridge - Sec Chief/Acting FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 0212) (USS Champlain - Bridge - Ops - Ensign Smith - 0213) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain – Corridor Deck 3 – Starfleet Theoretical Sciences (STS) – Dr Laura Schell – 0059) Schell swallowed the fury that burned up her torso as the Magillan blithely led them out into the corridor, asking: "Well, doctor, what should we do with you now?" She wanted to open her mouth and scream into those warm, unassuming simian features until the flesh was scorched from the bone by the sheer intensity of her rage at what he had just done. Her eyes blazed like hot coals, but apart from a slight stiffness of posture, there was no other outward sign of her anger. She jabbed out a hand towards Hannah, indicating that she should take it, her eyes locked on the Magillan's. (Reply Hannah, Bohb) “Thank you for your... assistance... Lieutenant,” she said, stiffly, gripping Hannah's small, pudgy hand savagely and yanking the child to her side, away from this maniac. She wanted to run, to get away from this uniformed monkey, from these enclosing walls, from all of them, from this blasted Federation of jackbooted thugs. Here, perhaps, was her opportunity – she was outside the confines of her quarters for the first time in a week now. But she was transfixed by indecision. She glanced around sharply, her mind racing, the impulse to flee screaming at her from every nerve ending. But where could she go? She looked back to the gentle brown eyes of Bohb, locked upon her with a fastness. He was not about to let her just waltz off into the ether. ~Okay, need time... time to think... can't THINK.~ “My... my daughter hit her... her elbow. Yes, that's right,” she said, forcing the words out, ignoring with an effort every instinct she possessed, fidgeting on the spot with the turmoil and bitter fury. “She hit her elbow... when the ship was... was hit. We should take her to Sickbay.” Perhaps he would leave them there, and there, she could figure out her next move. (Reply Hannah, Bohb) (Posted by Noel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Guests' Quarters Deck 3 - SO - Lt. Bohb - 0059) Bohb looked into the woman's eyes. He felt certain that if she had some kind of telepathic powers Bohb would be dead right now. However, he was fairly certain that she did not, although he did do a quick mental check to make sure his brain and body was functioning properly. "Thank you for your... assistance... Lieutenant," she said, yet her demeanor did not imply that she was greatful at all. Bohb shrugged his shoulders to make sure that his shoulder that had hit the forcefield would still function properly. "My... my daughter hit her... her elbow. Yes, that's right," she said. "She hit her elbow... when the ship was... was hit. We should take her to Sickbay." Bohb was becoming more and more suspicious of this woman's motivation, however, her thought process seemed logical. It probably would be best if he did get them to sick bay. He also wanted to be sure that there were no affects from his leap through the vacuum of space. "That is an acceptable choice," Bohb said. Then he turned to Hannah. "Perhaps we can scrounge up a banana split there." He wiggled his eyebrows in an effort to get the child to smile, then he led them towards the turbo lift. (reply Schell, Hannah) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Corridor Deck 3, Civilian Hannah Schell-0101) Hannah was elated at the ride that the monkey man had given her. It had been a little scary at first, but it was fun. Just like when he daddy had lifted her up so she could fly. They landed on the other side of the gap and Hannah heard a slight popping noise as the forcefield turned back on. For a moment, Hannah thought that she had felt coldness, but she couldn't feel it now. The monkey man and her mother led her out into the corridor. Hannah's elbow still hurt, and she'd dropped her doll Ely during the jump. The adult started talking again and Hannah started to go back towards the door to their room, to find her doll, But a quick movement caught her eye. He mother had put her hand out, and Hannah knew that meant she had to go hold it. She looked at the door a second time, then slightly dejected walked over and took her mother's hand. "Mommy I lost Ely." she said, but her mother and the monkey man were too busy talking to pay her any attention. Her elbow hurt, and she felt like crying, but Hannah was stopped when she saw the kitty from the room, jump out of a hole in the wall nearby. She started to say something to the kitty, to coax it over so she could pet it, The big monkey man leaned down to her and spoke to her in a smiling voice. "Perhaps we can scrounge up a banana split there." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. Hannah regarded his face for a moment. It was so different from hers or her mommies. She realized that he was just being silly. She smiled. "Stop that or your face might freeze!" she said seriously. Your face is different enough already without your eyebrows getting stuck up." After a second she nodded at him again, and stepped close to him, so she could whisper in his ear. "Thank you for the ride, " she said honestly, " it made me less scared." (reply Bohb iyw) Hannah followed along as her mommy and the monkey man walked towards the turbo lift. She glanced back behind her and saw the kitty sneaking. She started to say something when the doors to the lift opened and she was ushered inside. With her free hand she waved goodbye at the kitty as the doors closed. The ride was fast and before long the doors opened and they were continuing down the corridor towards sickbay. (reply Hannah, Bohb) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain – Deck 3 Passageway - House Pet - Norman - 0104) ~How rude! Take my playmate away like that.~ Norman thought. Not that the little girl was his play mate, yet, but after he tried to save her that was his secondary goal. Now that the little girl was safe from the big hole in the wall, what to do next? He began cleaning him self just out side of his original entrance to the service crawl way. Meticulously he licked his paw and dragged it by the left side of his face several times. Then he performed the same on the right. ~Those crawl ways are so dirty.~ Satisfied that at least his face was clean, he set about keeping himself busy. He turned the corner and spotted the trio leaving at some speed to some destination. ~ We'll play hide while I try to seek! This game will be so much more fun with all this room to play with.~ He cautiously stalked his un-wary prey. His ears tucked back he crept. He slinked and sneaked along where the bulkhead met the deck in the hallway. He kept his prey in sight, but kept himself out of sight. ~The big monkey makes this so easy. I can hear his foot steps two corridors down.~ he thought pleasantly at himself. Then he felt a welling of pride at how good he was at stalking. Then the little girl's face lit up, had she noticed him? He darted behind an adjacent bulkhead before she could utter a word. (Reply Hannah Schell) When Norman was confident that they had left, listening for the sound of the big monkey's boots striking the deck like the huge leathered hammers that they were. He turned back around the corridor and followed where he heard the footsteps trailing to. He turned another intersection and looked up just in time to see them go into a very small room with alot of lights. He heard the words "Sick bay" before the doors closed and they were out of sight. He sprinted as fast as his muscular four legs could carry him. He skidded to a halt in front of the sliding door. He began his investigation of the door. He sniffed the edges, and clawed at the carpet some. It still did not open. ~ Maybe if I try that little black square over there.~ he thought. Thinking it best to get a running start he backed up several meters, and again sprinted at top speed at the right side of the door frame. He pushed up and off with his back legs lofting into the air. He brought all four legs up aiming at the little black square twice his height above the ground. Three of his feet struck true, hitting the square. Angry beeps issued from the wall before he bounded and landed on the ground. [Access denied, bravo three or security clearance required.] chirped the computer. "MEOW" he moaned out of frustration. ~What ever that means, that wall isn't opening the door. Time to find another way.~ He made a trot to the panel he had opened earlier, hoping to catch their scent from what ever room they were hiding in. The game's afoot. (Reply any/none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Chief Engineer's Office, Main Engineering - Ensign Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli - 0137) repairs were underway and Gabriele was monitoring systems. He was glad to be in the privacy of the Chief Engineer's office. Although it wasn't officially his office he liked working in there. It offered a small amount of privacy away from the chaos of Main Engineering and the repairs that were going on all over the ship. He activated the comm, intending to get staus reports from his teams. "Suvik-Bertoterelli to -" He was cut off by a female voice over the comm. =^= Crewman Anderson to Ensign Suvik-Bertoreeli.=^= He hadn't really spoken with Carol Anderson before and didn't know how she worked. An image of Teak popped into his head but he pushed it away. When all the stress was over and repairs complete, he would schedule an informal team building session with his staff. =^= Suvik-Bertorelli here. Go ahead, crewman." (Respond Anderson) "Ok. Have you thought about who you want or specialism needed?" (Respond Anderson) (Posted by Matt) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Main Engineering – Crewman Carol Anderson– 0139) " Crewman Anderson to Ensign Suvik-Bertorelli." =^= Suvik-Bertorelli here. Go ahead, crewman.=^= "Boss , Ensign Bird and SCPO Dicosta are about to enter the dorsal nacelle pylon to try and fix the damage , and Bird has asked me to ask you for additional help , if available " =^=Ok. Have you thought about who you want or specialism needed?=^= " Crewman Preston would be fine , if you can spare him , and as for the other , any one you can spare should be fine , Pops will soon get them going " ( Reply Gabe ) " That sounds fine , they should be ready to go and be in the pylon in about 15 mins . " (Reply Gabe ) (Posted By Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Position in spacetime unknown – Olen Rhinehart) First there was nothing. Later, there was still nothing. But the later nothing was different to the earlier nothing. The later nothing had a shape. It had a form. The earlier nothing had had... nothing. So, really, he wondered, could a nothing with a shape still be called 'nothing'? He frowned... or, more accurately, some part of him did a thing that might, at one time or another, have been known as frowning. It felt like a frown. But wait! To frown, he thought, whether here or there, there must be a thing to do the frowning. And so it followed, he thought, that there was not only nothing. There was nothing, and then there was a separate, distinct, frowning thing. A thing-that-frowns. Defigo ergo sum. I frown, therefore I am. He shook his head, trying to clear the nonsense that tumbled through it. At least, it felt like he shook his head. He suspected, and knew not where the suspicion arose, but suspected nonetheless, that ideas like 'shaking one's head' meant very little in the space he knew. All there was, was this: There was a nothing. And then there was he. He was. Disconnected, in the warm amniotic silence of pure dark, not even so much dark, as the pure antithesis of light. It was not frightening. It was soft and pure and familiar somehow. He sensed the fact of his existence in this strange, internal space. He was comforted by it, and he probed with his thoughts to find something to couple that fact up to. What did he know? He was. And there was a nothing. There was nothing else. (Repy none) (Posted by Noel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Main Engineering- ACEO Ensign Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli - 0140) Carol had requested Crewman Preston. Before answering her Gabe scrolled through a status report on his PADD. It seemed Preston had just finished repairing an injector assembly. "Pops? Never mid... Fine, Crewman. You have Preston." Gabe made an annotation on his PADD and scrolled through more names of those available. "Ensigns Singh and Nex and crewman Santiago will also be working with you." =^=That sounds fine, they should be ready to go and be in the pylon in about 15 minutes. =^= "Very well crewman. Warp capability is a priority so I want regular status reports." (Respond Carol) "Oh and Crewman, give me a call if you need anything, ok? I understand you're all under a lot of pressure." (Respond Carol) "Ok, Suvik-Bertorelli out." Gabriele thumbed the comm panel and went back to his work. (Reply Carol Anderson) (Posted by Matt) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Dorsal Nacelle Pylon – ACEO - Ensign Paul Bird – 0158) Paul said nothing for a moment , letting DiCosta's words sink in ~ Oh , Hell , he's got bang to rights ~ He took a large breathe and let it out slowly , but maintained the more upright , less conscientious stance . " You're right chief , Although I have no problem with being decisive , as you've guessed I'm not good around people , But I', going to try to be more 'in command ' " ( Reply DiCosta ) " Very well ". ( Reply DiCosta ) As the older man finished speaking , Paul thought he called hear noises of the approaching repair crew . (Reply DiCosta , Repair Crew ) (Posted By Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern, Bridge & Corridor, Sec Chief/Acting FO & FO - Lt. Jono Janeway & Cmdr Martin O'Shea -0203) =^=Have it your way. But since I don't know your name or rank. I'll refer to you as Mister.=^= Martin replied, Jono smiled once again... ~You just wait~ =^=I have a proposal for you.=^= Martin continued, =^=It's a simple one. And you should be able to make a decision reasonably soon.=^= Janeway looked around the corridor as he heard some footsteps, he lowered his phaser as one of his own men came into view. He leaned forward back onto the comm. and said, "How funny, Commander. As I have a few suggestions for you too. However I'll allow you your rights, why don't you tell me why we shouldn't blast the bridge door open and take you into custody right now." Janeway said quite clearly and calmly. Martin's heckles rose. The Chaplain team's leader was an insubordinate rabble-rouser. His tone was irritating. =^=Look Mister what-ever-your-name-is, If you blast your way through the door to the bridge, you'll have to worry about losing people. Because I have already ordered the bridge crew to use lethal force to defend the bridge. So a lot of people are going to die if you force your way in here, and I think you know it. So why don't you drop the bravado and let's discuss our options here. I'm trying to prevent any further deaths. And I strongly suggest that you consider doing the same thing. You have three teams, and already one death. It can go much worse for you. So maybe you should at least let me present my offer to you. What you do after that is up to you, but you owe it to your people to at least hear it out.=^= Jono smiled a little when he heard the name the current FO decided to call him. ~Lovely, This should be fun~ Jono sighed slightly. "Go ahead, Commander. Present your ideas, I shall listen and take your suggestions into consideration." He said again quite calmly. Martin nodded despite the fact that he knew the assault commander couldn't see his action. =^=I'm prepared to offer you safe passage for all your teams to shuttle bay one. Where you will be allowed to disembark and return to your ship without any further risk of injury or harm to yourself or your personnel in one of our shuttlecraft. This offer will expire soon, mister, so please consider it carefully and quickly. I'd hate to see more bloodshed then has already taken place. Regardless I'll expect your answer soon.=^= Jono shook his head, to be honest he was a little annoyed that the commander was being so... respectable about the whole matter. Janeway would have much prefered to be speaking with Smithwick rather than him, especially the way he was feeling right now. In his gut Jono knew this Doenitz didnt deserve someone like O'Shea under his service... and the best way to get the commander and his crew out of Doenitz service was to arrest them. He sighed once more, "Commander, you and I both know I'm not about to take you up on your offer. So I'll leave it at that, I also know you and your crew wont take my offer of your ship coming peacefully. So I'm afraid this is goodbye... for now." Jono cut the comm. link. "Get that dammed, door open." He said in quite a harsh tone, his spirit had been lifted by hearing the foreign CO's voice... and he didnt know why. (reply none, any) (posted by Jono Bradley & Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, USS Wyvern - Bridge – 3O/Acting CO Bree Frazier and FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0207) Reports poured in from all over the ship. Bree had scrambled back to her feet from where the Wyvern's impact had knocked Prybkov into her, sending her crashing into the console. Her side ached, and it was a little hard to breathe, but she didn't have time to consider it as she tried to kick the pilot out from under her feet. He wasn't moving, and blood was oozing from his left eye. She turned to Alosar, who had hardly left her side, staying faithfully nearby throughout the whole ordeal since the loss of Edward. "Get… Punkoff out of here, would you?" Bree had barely known the pilot, and did not at the moment remember his right name, being rather preoccupied… but the moniker seemed to fit. (Reply Alosar) Bree had no sooner resumed her post when a coded message came in, from Alexander. [Wyvern to Champlain. Engineering secured. Full ship's schematics included. Prepare to evacuate all Champlain personnel via transporter, except myself, on my mark. Do not evacuate prior to mark. On mark, remove Champlain from area as quickly as possible, pending explosion of Wyvern. Attempt to force surrender via compromise of Wyvern warp containment field underway. Alexander out.] Bree acknowledged the message with a single word. But before she could say anything to the crew, T'Larah spoke, confirming the information that was now displayed on her own screen. "Bree, we have a proximity alert on the Wyvern, it seems her antimatter containment has dropped exactly three percent. While it's in no danger currently if it drops any more, we may need to consider leaving rather quickly," she said, concern imperceptibly creeping into her voice. Bree clearly sensed the tension in T'Larah's words. But she had spent a good deal of time in the past week talking with Alexander. In fact, a sort of connection had grown between the two empaths. Bree did not necessarily like the man, but she did understand him to some extent, and she had a feeling she knew what he was trying to do. But this was not the time to go into long explanations, OR to try to defend her choice to send Alexander across with the boarding parties. "Hold," she replied, not shouting, but very firmly. She almost found herself holding her breath as she waited for the next move. "It's now down twenty percent." T'Larah announced. Bree nodded, and tapped the com. "Transporters, lock on to the following coordinates, and stand by," she said, knowing that the Wyvern's schematics that she had forwarded would be there by now, along with her orders. After only a few seconds, T'Larah spoke again. "Now it's down 55%, each time it's an exact percent. An accidental fall would be in several places behind the decimal point. This is too exact… someone must be controlling it forcing it down." Bree nodded again, more sharply this time. There was no time to explain what she now knew was going on. "I know, T'Larah. Hold. Mr. Smith, take the helm, and prepare to move on my mark. Maximum impulse. Now." With Pinkoaf gone, Robert was the next in line to fly the ship... this was no time to rely on putting an untried bridge specialist at the helm. The specialist moved to take Smith's Ops station. (Reply Smith) "Bree it's at 30%. If it gets to 16% it will breach." T' said. The tension in T'Larah's voice betrayed her emotions… as thought she could hide them from Bree anyway. Bree resisted the impulse to roll her eyes, and stayed focuses. "Yes, T'Larah, I know… I have the readings here too. I know when she'll breach… HOLD," she said, stopping just short of shouting. Then she was almost surprised as a soft, distant, but powerful voice whispered directly to her mind. :: Hang on, Frazier. It's working…:: :: It better…:: Bree whispered back. She was aware that Alexander was prepared to go down with the Wyvern, but this, again, was not the time to praise him for his heroics. It wasn't over yet. Bree could feel the sweat rolling down her smoke-grimed face as she waited for Alexander's mark, which due to his coding, would come only to her own station. But soon, it WAS over. "They're hailing us.... they wish to convey that they surrender," T'Larah said, again pre-empting Bree's response to the same hail. Bree heard T'Larah's soft addition… "Curious." Bree tossed back her head, and actually laughed… or started to, until a stab of pain in her side turned her laughter into a rather angry snarl. Then she took a more careful breath, and keyed open the hailing channel herself. "Wyvern, this is the Champlain. How can we help you?" She asked, deliberately mocking the tone Smithwick had used with her earlier. Martin looked back up at the main viewer as the image of the young lieutenant formed on the screen. The bridge behind her was in disarray, and she looked a bit harried. Nonetheless, she had won. "Lieutenant Frazier, this is Commander O'Shea, First Officer of the USS Wyvern. I have relieved Captain Smithwick and am now in command here." He smiled weakly, "I wish to discuss terms for our surrender." One look at the man on the other side of the screen sobered Bree up instantly. His stern, unmistakably Celtic face looked haggard and weary, framed by thick black hair shot with silver. Her senses immediately told her that here was a man of honor, a distinguished officer, maintaining admirable dignity in the face of defeat. ~ Doenitz doesn't deserve men like that… ~ It flashed through her mind that his chances, and those of his crew, were about to take a backhanded upturn… "Commander O'Shea, your ship is at our mercy. But in the 52nd Fleet, we do have a supply of that," Bree said, allowing herself the merest hint of a genuine smile. "Your crew will be transported to a secured cargo bay on The Champlain, were they will be afforded all the rights and protections of prisoners of war. Our ship is better staffed and better supplied than the Wyvern, so any casualties you might have accrued will be given proper medical treatment, and your dead will be treated with due respect. We will place a skeleton crew on board the Wyvern, and we will deal with her as per my orders from 52 nd HQ. Acceptable?" Bree knew O'Shea was in no position to bargain, but her heart told her to listen to him… and her heart had never steered her wrong before when dealing with honorable people. Martin nodded. "Of course your conditions are more then reasonable, Lieutenant, especially considering the circumstances. Captain Smithwick requires psychiatric care in addition to medical care. Additionally, I have a request to make of you, one which you have absolutely no reason to honor." Bree raised an eyebrow, more out of curiosity than annoyance. "I'll be the judge of that," she said, almost gently. "What is your request, Commander?" "I would appreciate the courtesy of being allowed to remain on board the Wyvern until such time as she reaches her destination. I feel it would be inappropriate to abandon her so readily. I will of course offer you no difficulty and will gladly obey any orders your assigned crew commander issues. Additionally, I'd like to see her turned over properly, as a ship of her status should be." Martin knew that his request was foolish almost to a fault, but he had just taken his first command, it seemed a shame to turn her over so readily, without at least some sort of provision asked for. "I have a good loyal crew, Lieutenant. They won't cause you any problems once I issue the orders. I am also prepared to turn over command of the Bridge to your boarding team commander without incident at your request. You consideration in this small matter would be greatly appreciated." The other eyebrow joined its sister this time. But, Bree pushed back her surprise, and focused closely on O'Shea, reading his eyes, his body language (which, she observed in passing, was not at all an unpleasant task). It was easier to "read" emotions in person, but he seemed to be making no attempt to be deceptive in any way. She considered O'Shea's request silently as she looked at him. ~ We WILL be shorthanded… ~ Finally, she spoke. "Commander, I believe that I can trust you. If I find I can't, steps will be taken immediately. My acting First Officer, Lieutenant Jono Janeway, will command the Wyvern. You may stay, under his command. You may choose an engineering team from among your crew, but the rest will be transported here, as per my previous offer. They will answer to you, and you will answer to Janeway. Any trouble, and you will be placed in the Wyvern's brig immediately. Understood?" "Perfectly acceptable, Lieutenant Frazier. I agree to your terms, provided we both keep our words, this should be an amiable arrangement for both of us." O'Shea smiled then. The kind of soft smile that comes with relief. "Maybe when this war is all over Lieutenant, we'll sit down and talk about this over a drink. I appreciate you consideration. I assure you you'll not regret your decision." He sat back in his chair a slight bit more relaxed than he had been when he'd first assumed it. "I await Lieutenant Janeway's orders. If you'll allow me to address my crew and order them to stand down?" he added with finality. Bree felt O'Shea's relief, and frankly, she shared it. She sat back, also relaxing a little. "By all means, Commander O'Shea. And I'll hold you to that drink… we could both use it, and it may come along sooner than you think." She smiled then, warmly. ~ You simply never know when and where you might find a friend… ~ She had little doubt that this officer would see to it that she did NOT regret her decision. "Carry on. Arrangements for your crew will be made from here. Champlain out." With that, she closed the channel, and breathed a quick, silent prayer of thanks before gearing up for the next steps. (Reply any) (Posted by Daniel Greene and Connie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern - Bridge – FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0208) After the image of Lieutenant Frazier disappeared from the main viewscreen to be replaced by the image of the Champlain, Martin lowered his head for a moment in defeat. He had lost what would most likely be the last command that he would ever hold, to a lieutenant. He fully expected to be tried, court-martialled and then executed. He had to hope that Frazier would do the honorable thing, otherwise he's have a hard time living with himself for the short time that he had remaining. "Helm," he said as he looked back up at the main viewer, " Bring us all stop and hold station until you're given further orders." "Aye sir." the helms man replied and complied with his orders. "Miss Soolay." "Aye, captain?" she replied, a grim look even on her Bolian face. "Disarm the bridge crew and secure all weapons in the weapons locker on the bridge, notify me when that's finished." She hesitated. "Do you have a problem following my orders, Lieutenant?" he asked her, already the hard edge of authority returning to his voice. "No sir," she replied, "I was merely thinking that you'd done your best , sir." He nodded and smiled. "That's unimportant now, lieutenant. All that matters is that we maintain discipline and do our best to keep anyone else from dying here today. Am I understood?" "Perfectly, Captain." He watched her start her cycle around the bridge collecting the hand phasers. He turned his over to her. He reached down and activated the shipwide MC1 intercom channel. "Attention, all hands. This is Commander O'Shea. We have all fought together and bled together today. And I have never been as privileged to command a crew as valiant and courageous as this one. It is an honor I will remember for the rest of my days. That said, I have one final command to issue to you. Our situation here has become untenable. And while I know that each of you would gladly fight to the last, I am going to place before you an even harder goal to reach. I have negotiated the surrender of this vessel to the USS Champlain, a Galaxy class starship. We have given her a bloody nose, but we can not win this engagement. There is too much damage, and too little time. Therefore my final order to you before I relinquish my command of this vessel and her fine crew is as follows:" He paused took a deep breath. "All members of the Wyvern crew are hereby ordered to conform to the orders given them by officers and crew of the USS Champlain, and their superiors. They are to disarm immediately and assemble to the last member in Cargo Bay 1, where you will be processed as a prisoner of war and treated with all privileges and rights accorded that status. Only medical staff and wounded may remain in sickbay until such time as arrangements can be made for the safe transfer of the wounded to the Champlain's sickbay. Senior Officers and department heads are to account for all personnel under their command and be prepared to give a personnel accountability report to any Champlain officer requesting it. This order is to be carried out immediately. It has been an honor serving with you all. O'Shea out." He reached down and closed the MC1 channel. "Miss Soolay. Would you please be so kind as to finally follow my previous order and open the doors to the bridge?" he asked. She blushed at him. "Yes sir, sorry Captain." A moment later the doors opened to reveal the security team. A lieutenant in gold in the lead. "Lieutenant Janeway?" he asked putting on his best face. (reply Janeway) "I, Commander Martin O'Shea, USS Wyvern Commanding, formally convey to you the surrender of this vessel to you in accordance to Starfleet Regulations and the Best traditions of Military Service, in good faith. I also convey myself and my crew into your care, Lieutenant. I trust you heard my announcement?" (reply Janeway, Any on Wyvern) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern, Outside Bridge - Sec Chief/Acting FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 0209) Jono's team had been working relentlessly on opening the bridge door, when he had heard the discussion between Alexander and O'Shea, He wasnt happy about it, he had know Alexander was a loose leash but he never imagined that the man would do something like this. Possibly as a last resort... maybe, but they still had plenty of options. He had tryed to get into the conversation over the comm. However it seemed that he was being blocked out, there were no comm. channels open to him. ~Damn you..~ A few minutes after he had heard the words =^=You win, Lieutenant!, We surrender! Now restore the containment field!=^= O'Shea made another annoncement, one to his crew giving them orders to stand down, following those orders the door to the bridge opened. He carefully pulled out a phaser and threw his rifle to one of the men behind him and walked in. When it was obvious none of the bridge crew had weapons he put the phaser away. "Lieutenant Janeway?" The man Janeway knew to be the commander. "Yes" was all Jono said as he moved closer to the man's position. "I, Commander Martin O'Shea, USS Wyvern Commanding, formally convey to you the surrender of this vessel to you in accordance to Starfleet Regulations and the Best traditions of Military Service, in good faith. I also convey myself and my crew into your care, Lieutenant. I trust you heard my announcement?" Jono hid a small smile and then replied, "I heard it, yes. I can only hope your crew are as helpful as you have been." He said holding his hand out for the man to shake, "It's nice to meet you." He said as he turned his head and looked at the command crew of the Wyvern slowly filtering out of the bridge. (Reply O'Shea) Jono made a quick couple of hand gestures and several of his team took up positions at consoles around the bridge. Once they received crew from the Champlain there would be no need for them to take up these positions. "Sit with me" He said, talking to O'Shea as he sat down on the edge of the command chair. He wasnt going to favour this seat but he had been outside in the corridors fighting, sitting was more comfortable. "I would like you to tell me the conditions of your surrender to the USS Champlain. I would assume you and Captain Frazier have come to an agreement. I would like to know what these conditions are so I am able to follow them as best I can. I will be in contact with the Champlain later, so I will confirm them then... But since your here now, You might as well make them clear to me." He said, in a calm more relaxed voice. "Then I will honour our agreement, You will stay on-board. However I will have a security guard be your escort, I'm sure you can understand? Now there are a few other things to sort out, If you would be gratious enough to pick your engineering team and notify them that they are to stay under your command. I would be greatful. Once you have your engineering team I would like a report from you on the ships status in 1 houe. Also is there any other information I should know about the Wyvern or her crew compliment?" (Reply O'Shea) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Bridge - Counselor- Lieutenant Alosar - 0210) The impact threw a majority of the bridge crew around like ... what was the human term... rag dolls. Only by sheer strength was Alosar able to keep his feet, and remain unharmed. Unfortunately the same could not be said of the console that he had held onto, which now sported his hand prints. The lack of logic behind the Wyvern's course of action was beyond anything that Alosar had been subjected to before. Once again, human desperation had found new ways to confound the Vulcan counselor, and bring his opinion of the human emotion affliction to a new low. However, activity began to reoccur on the bridge and Alosar began to scan the bridge. He noticed Frazier struggling back to her feet and gave her a lift. He could tell that she was injured. The dent in her side indicated that she had broken at least two of her ribs. He pulled out his tricorder to make sure that they hadn't hit any vital organs. "Get. Punkoff out of here, would you?" she looked from the body of the pilot to Alosar. "You have three broken ribs, one of which has punctured your lung, a pneumothorax is beginning to form," Alosar informed her. "You need to be seen in sickbay as well." A look from Frazier was enough and Alosar knew better than to argue. She was now in charge, and the only way he'd get her off this bridge, right now, was to drag her off, and that would only cause her condition to be exacerbated. He decided that it would be best to remove the dead pilot, and stay on the bridge, in case she needed him. He stepped over to Punkoff's body and tapped his comm. badge. "Computer, is STS transporter still functioning?" [Affirmative.] "Transport Ensign Punkoff's body to the morgue." The body shimmered and disappeared. Alosar couldn't help but wonder how full the morgue was becoming. He was sure that he would have a busy schedule for a while after this. Humans always took loss, especially on this scale, harshly. He stood up to listen in as the count down to the Wyvern's warp core breach was in progress. It was obvious that Frazier was waiting for something, he just couldn't tell what. Then he noticed it. The warp core containment was decreasing in a pattern. Someone was destabilizing the Wyvern's warp core, manually! Suddenly it stopped and the Wyvern was hailing them, looking for terms of surrender. Alosar nodded, a most logical decision. Frazier laid out her terms. The crew of the Wyvern would be treated for their injuries and imprisoned in a cargo hold. Their dead would be given the respect that they were due. The ship would have a skeleton crew that would take the ship back to the 52nd. Terms that the Wyvern's new commander readily accepted. The request for psychological help for the Wyverns CO seemed to be unnecessary. It was clear that it was she who was trying to breach their warp core. He was certain that she would require a great deal of time, and treatment. When the details had been worked out, and the view screen went back to it's view of the broken Wyvern he could sense the relief in Frazier. He helped her back to her seat to sit down. "Well done... Captain Frazier," Alosar stated. "A most logical conclusion to a most illogical situation. However, before you do anything else, I highly recommend that I escort you to sick bay, before I'm required to remove YOU from duty and take control of the Champlain myself." (reply Frazier) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Position in spacetime unknown – Olen Rhinehart) “Wrong. Try again.” “Olen Rhinehart. Ensign Senior Grade. DB-766-104.” “Wrong. Try again.” “Ole-” “You know better than this. I asked you who you are. Now, think.” “I... I don't... Olen Rhi-” “Don't deal with this the way those military jerks do. If they would dare, for just one moment, to hop off the stick they spend their lives sitting on, I think they might have a heart attack. All that talk about 'courage' and 'integrity' and there's not a man-jack of them can act outside of protocol. You're not one of them. You're Olen Rhinehart, whatever that means. Okay, we've established that, well done you. But who are you?” “I don't... I don't know. I don't know.” “Better.” “What?” “Why didn't you ever try, Olen?” “I... I was... what?” “You heard me. What were you about to say?” “I was... afraid.” “Of what?” “I... I don't know. I can't remember.” “It's a start.” “I was afraid... of... of being... noticed.” “Trying is the first step on the road to failure. Something like that?” “Y-yes. I just want to be... to be left alone. By myself.” “Pretty foolish to join Starfleet then, don't you think?” “St-Starfleet?” “You really don't remember anything, do you?” “Olen Rhinehart. Ensign Senior Gra-” “You know the words to say, sure. They spent four years indoctrinating you, after all. But what does any of it mean? What does it mean to you?” “I...” “Nothing. It means nothing to you. Because you never tried. Four years of study, of training, and you never owned it. It was like you watched it all happened to someone else. When you coasted through the exams on what little you could remember. When you drifted away during your lectures. When you selected counselling... Counselling! What bloody use is that on a warship?” “I...” “You. Never. Tried. You should be ashamed of the fact that you've even got a service number to quote. There were thousands more deserving than you. People with actual skills to offer instead of half-assed philosophy and enough Psych 101 to carry you through the exam. Do you know that there are people who would have to work themselves to death to even get into Starfleet Academy? You got the opportunity of a lifetime, Olen, and you screwed it up.” “N-no...” “You. Never. Tried. What do you think that says about those whose applications were overlooked in favour of yours? How do you think they would feel? Do you think they'd like it, to know you were spitting on their dreams by napping your way through it all?” “It... it wasn't... it wasn't like that...” “You showed some guts though, there, at the end, I have to say. Dying in battle like that, smeared up the wall, burned alive. The death of a warrior, Olen. Did you earn it? Was it your death to die? Did you pay for it like the rest of them did? Did you hell. And you couldn't even do that right, could you?” “Stop.. stop it.” “If you'd actually had the stones to go through with it, we wouldn't even be talking now. But no, you've got to come back and inflict yourself on them all over again. Didn't you get enough the first time around? Isn't it bad enough that your incompetence killed the captain? That not enough shame for you?” “W-what?” “You heard. Basic God damned competence, Olen. You cost the ship its captain, to say nothing of the other casualties. The rest of them, they're fighting for their lives right now. And where are you? Stuck on some internal plane arguing with yourself. Here's your chance to prove yourself, you idiot, and all you can think about is how badly done-by you are, how very afraid you are.” “W-wait. What did you just say? Wh-who are you?” “Never mind that. So the question, Olen, is what is it going to take to get you to man up and stick your head over the parapet, put forth a bit of effort for once? Because if the death of your CO isn't...” “I asked you a question. Just who the hell are you?” “Ha ha ha! So you do have some spirit left in you. That's good. Trust me, you're going to need it where you're going.” “Tell me who you are.” “Who are any of us, Olen? I think you'd do well to make certain you've got an answer to that question yourself before you set foot on the bridge of a starship again. As much as I hate to admit it, someone's seen fit to give you another chance. God only knows why. Don't waste it cowering in fear this time, eh?” “Your name. Tell me your name.” “And if you're still afraid of life after all this... think of it this way, Olen. It might hurt... It might make you scared, but it's over real quick.” “TELL. ME. WHO. YOU. ARE.” “Next time you look in the mirror... ask me that again.” (Reply none) (Posted by Noel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern - Bridge – FO Commander Martin O'Shea - 0211) "I heard it, yes. I can only hope your crew are as helpful as you have been." He said holding his hand out for the man to shake, "It's nice to meet you." Jono said. Martin looked at the outstretched hand for a moment. ~Being polite couldn't hurt me now.~ He shook the lieutenant's hand. "I only wish it had been under better circumstances. But wars are never pleasant, and civil wars even less so." Martin watched as his Bridge crew left the bridge, the boarding team taking up their positions. It was a sad moment, to watch the ship manned by sedition troops. "Sit with me" He said, talking to O'Shea as he sat down on the edge of the command chair. "I would like you to tell me the conditions of your surrender to the USS Champlain. I would assume you and Captain Frazier have come to an agreement. I would like to know what these conditions are so I am able to follow them as best I can. I will be in contact with the Champlain later, so I will confirm them then... But since your here now, You might as well make them clear to me." "The agreement was simple. I requested that I be allowed to remain on board the Wyvern until such time as we reach our destination. Lieutenant Frazier also suggested that I keep an engineering team aboard to handle repairs. I agreed with her assessment, since the engineers here on the Wyvern are more familiar with her than any engineers that the Champlain might provide would be. I gave her my word that there would be no trouble from myself or the engineering crew provided that we were treated in accordance to established doctrine." he replied. "Then I will honor our agreement, You will stay on-board. However I will have a security guard be your escort, I'm sure you can understand? Now there are a few other things to sort out, If you would be gracious enough to pick your engineering team and notify them that they are to stay under your command. I would be grateful. Once you have your engineering team I would like a report from you on the ships status in 1 hour. Also is there any other information I should know about the Wyvern or her crew compliment?" Janeway asked. "Of course." Martin replied, " a security escort is fully expected. And there should be no trouble getting you your damage assessment report inside an hour." He paused. "Two things, actually. First, Lt. Soolay destroyed all strategic and intelligence sensitive data from the computer when we surrendered. I may have been defeated, but unlike some members of your away team I am not a turncoat either. So don't bother wasting your time looking for it." "Secondly, we have a prisoner on-board. He was captured about two weeks ago, an ensign Sam Philip-Moto, a tactical and security officer previously from the USS Paladin. We were returning him to a Doenitz facility for trial. I can assure you he is in good health. He is being held in one of our brig cells. He has been very reluctant to share anything with us at all concerning his ship. He simply gave us name, rank and posting as he should have." "Oh, and Captain Smithwick is currently confined to her ready room." he said pointing to the ready room doors., "and she is very unlikely to be cooperative." (reply Jono) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern, Bridge - Sec Chief/Acting FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 0212) "Of course." Martin replied, " a security escort is fully expected. And there should be no trouble getting you your damage assessment report inside an hour." ~Excellent~ Jono thought as he leaned back into the CO's chair, it wasn’t as comfortable as he would have imagined... It forced him to sit up straight. He looked back to O'Shea, waiting for the man to continue speaking. "Two things, actually. First, Lt. Soolay destroyed all strategic and intelligence sensitive data from the computer when we surrendered. I may have been defeated, but unlike some members of your away team I am not a turncoat either. So don't bother wasting your time looking for it." Jono nodded ~Thats to be expected. I would have done nothing less if I were in his position~ "Secondly, we have a prisoner on-board. He was captured about two weeks ago, an ensign Sam Philip-Moto, a tactical and security officer previously from the USS Paladin. We were returning him to a Doenitz facility for trial. I can assure you he is in good health. He is being held in one of our brig cells. He has been very reluctant to share anything with us at all concerning his ship. He simply gave us name, rank and posting as he should have." Jono perked up slightly, ~A 52nd fleet prisoner? That's a co-incidence.~ He knew of the USS Paladin, ~Meredith Class~ He looked forward to hearing how a tactical/security officer from a ship such as the Paladin came to be in the brig of the Wyvern. "Oh, and Captain Smithwick is currently confined to her ready room." he said pointing to the ready room doors., "and she is very unlikely to be cooperative." Jono let out a small suppressed smile, "Of course." He took a few seconds to collect his thoughts and then continued. "Commander, Before you arrange your engineering teams please take a trip down to the brig and collect Sam Moto, have one of my security men bring him to me in the ready room. Once that task is complete please begin making arrangements for your team. I will expect that report in an hour." (Reply O'Shea - More to be added if needed) Once O'Shea and two of Janeway's team had left the bridge, Jono quickly tapped his comm. badge. "Janeway to Ryan. Please set out your team to scout out the ship. Make sure we have no stragglers that have decided they don’t want to be transported across to the Champlain. Once that is done please come to the ready room, I would like very much to hear your report on what happened." (Reply Ryan) Once the conversation with Ryan was over Jono reset the comm. link and opened a new one up to engineering. "Janeway to Kohlass. One of the Wyvern's engineering teams will be working in engineering to help bring the ship back up to speed, under the direction of Commander O'Shea. You are in charge of security down there, understood?" (Reply Kohlass - More if needed) "Oh and Mr. Kohlass, Send James Alexander back over to the Champlain. I'm sure Cptn. Frazier will have something to say to him." Jono added at the end of the conversation. (Reply Kohlass) Once that conversation was over he pulled out his phaser and motioned for one of his men to follow him in. He walked up to the ready room door and watched it open in front of him. He walked in his phaser loosely in his hand, "No no. Don’t speak" He said to the women inside, "Listen" He waited a moment in the silence. "You lost, Captain..." he said with a slight venomous tone in his voice. He stepped forward and before she the woman could say anything he spoke again, "Captain Angela Smithwick, I am placing you under arrest you have the right to speak in your defence however anything you do say could be used against you in any future trials. You are charged with treason and murder; DO you have anything to say in your defence?" (Reply Smithwick IYW) Jono shook his head, "Take her away. Beam her across to the Champlain where she is to be placed in the brig under constant surveillance. Also make sure she gets checked out by someone from Medical." He said to the guard behind him, Jono stepped to the side as the man ushered Smithwick out of the room. The door closed behind them and Jono allowed himself a small amount of time to breath, he walked over to the desk and sat down at the chair. He buried his head in his hands and then straightened up, ~Lets keep busy~ He began tapping away at the computer console, "Lt. Janeway to USS Champlain. Is Lt. Frazier about? I would like to speak with her." He said, he was sure that Bree would want a report pretty soonish. He hoped to fit it in before Ryan and/or Moto got up to the ready room. (Reply Bree, any) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Bridge - Ops - Ensign Smith - 0213) "Bree, we have a proximity alert on the Wyvern, it seems her antimatter containment has dropped exactly three percent. While it's in no danger currently if it drops any more, we may need to consider leaving rather quickly." ~Well this is not good~ He had been trying to get round the damaged systems on decks 9 to 11. He had been by passing his requests through the primary computer as they second one was still being funny. He began to pile up what remaining power reserves he could scrounge in case they were needed. He had requested a damage control party to help fix some of the main EPS junctions but as they were working on the dorsal nassel it had gone to the bottom of the cue. "Bree it's at 30% If it gets to 16% it will breach." ~If it breaches don't have enough power to give her shields at full power~ He powered up the life pods systems as well as the docking clamps on the saucer section. he also checked that the battle bridge was up and running. ~Hopefully this will give Bree some options if she needs them~ "I know, T'Larah. Hold. Mr. Smith, take the helm, and prepare to move on my mark. Maximum impulse. Now." Robert felt his blood run cold. ~What do you mean take helm. You want me to fly this ship. Ow no, no. Really bad idea~ He looked over at Bree and was that she was not joking. ~Ow hell she means it~ He quickly moved to the helm console. He looked at the console. ~Better not tell her that I crashed my first shuttle flight~ After making sure that the Wyvern was not any way in front of them he hit the impulse control and increased the Champlain to maximum impulse. He sighed to him self as he watched the distance open up between the tow ships. ~At least we’re going forward~ “Sir Maximum Impulse. Course 040 mark 20.” Some thing blinked on his console and his mind focused back to it. ~Ow hell. It looks like the starboard saucer impulse engine is over heating~ He carefully played with the power out put in the other two engines. ~Grate now we will be flying in a large circle, Marvellous~ "They're hailing us.... they wish to convey that they surrender," "Curious." ~Curious! Its better then blowing up~ Pulled him self back to the job in hand. ~Better head us back then. Were out of transporter range, we can’t cover the away mission~ He looked again at the console and tried to get steel bar that had been driven through his shoulder muscles to relax. ~Okay I can do forward lest see if I can turn this beast with out turning us into a spinning top~ He accessed the keypad control and slowly moved the Champlain into a very large and majestic turn. ~Okay this is not to bad, okay coming up to the right headings. No, no to much or they‘ll throw up all over the bridge. Yes there you go. Nice and gentle. Good you did it~ As he tapped on the keypad he carefully brought the Champlain back onto an intercept course. ~Good were coming up on there aft aspect and wait for it…~ He console beeped. ~Yes were in transporter range. Beat that Jennifer. Your not the only one in the family that can fly~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------