NRPG: *music plays* There's a tree at the Grand Hotel, One in the Park as well, The Sturdy Kind that doesn't mind the snow..... That's right I'm back. :) I was just away for a bit of vacation, since I pulled the short straw and have to work this holiday season. So you're stuck with me. Thanks to my replacement, although she may need a bit of time in rehab. Since we're here, I figure I will test your knowledge of holiday lyrics. Today's Compile Index is brought to you by Hallmark: Day 12: (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - ACMO Gates - 1623) (USS Boudicca, Sickbay - MO Ens(Jg) Dr. Jahlen - 1628) (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - Ensign Lorimar - 1629) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - ACMO Gates - 1630) (USS Boudicca - Deck 7, outside Sickbay - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson - 16.31) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - Yeoman Esme Stakes - 1631) (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - MO Ens(Jg) Dr. Jahlen - 1633) (USS Boudicca - Deck 15, Environmental Controls - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson - 1634) (USS Boudicca - Deck 15, Environmental Controls - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson ­ 17.30) (USS Boudicca - Deck 3, Corridor - SO Crewman Abu Nighy - 1812) (USS Boudicca ­ turbolift ­ SO Crewman Abu Nighy ­ 1814) (USS Boudicca ­ Bridge ­ aCO Commander Archibald Stakes ­ 1816) (USS Boudicca - Deck 19 - Corridor - Sgt K'nan K'iria - 1820) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: The Fires of Heaven, Day 12 Stardate: 2407.07.09 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - ACMO Gates - 1623) Georgia glanced up at Jahlen. "I always thought Knights rode in on their white horses. They never said they sometimes drop down out of the ceiling." Jahlen nodded. "Lucky for him he wasn't wearing armor or he'd never have come out of the water!" She declared. With that Jahlen laughed outright, lost her balance and screaming, fell backwards into the icy water with a mighty splash. Georgia felt Carl struggling for balance, before they began to fall forwards. She could see the water rushing up to meet her, and noticed Carl twisting as they fell so he wouldn't land on her. For the second, or was it the third, time that day Georgia found herself forced beneath the water, struggling desperately not to inhale. She flailed about with her arms, trying to right herself and get her head back above water. She surfaced and found herself being pulled to her feet by Carl, who had Jahlen in the other hand spluttering. "I d..d..do h...hope n...n..nobody d..d...drinks th... the w..w..w..water!" stuttered Dr. Jahlen. ~don't tell me she.........~ Nurse Masterson burst out laughing, although Georgia wasn't sure if it was at the sight of them or what Jahlen had just implied. "Would either of you want to try this again?" he asked. Shaking water from her ears yet again, Georgia shook her head. "No thanks. I think I've had all the water I can handle for a very long time to come." She noticed Lorimar had finished whatever it was he had been doing, and had surfaced, choking and coughing. "Computer... environ.... environmental status this compartment!" [Manual Override engaged. Attempting to restore standard atmosphere.] Georgia looked up at the vents, where the water flow had all but stopped. ~thank goodness for that, now if we can just get rid of the water that’s here....~ There was a voice from the other side of the door. "I am about to put a hole in the door. Please brace yourself and stand clear." Trying to move a body that was already seizing up with the cold wasn't easy, but Georgia followed Carl and tried to find something solid to hang on to. She was expecting the pull of the water to be reasonably strong, but when it did start to go, it was a lot stronger than that. People, equipment and beds were being pulled in the direction of the door with a speed that Georgia hadn't expected. Her hands, which were chilled to the bone, quickly gave up their hold and she felt herself colliding with several nurses as they were all sucked toward the hole. Almost as soon as it had started, it suddenly stopped, and Georgia found herself half laying against something, Carl just to the side of her looking equally as exhausted. The voice outside the door called out once more. "Is everyone alright?" Lorimar had appeared beside them, no doubt propelled across the room by the water, and looking, in Georgia's opinion, abit grey. "Folks, your saviour is Lieutenant Johnson... he is on the other side of the hole in the doors. Dinnae.." he winced slightly "Dinnae tell him ah told ye, but he's mah hero!" Bob managed a smile for the group, then looked directly at Georgia. "Beggin' yer pardon Doctor... but next time ye leave a tap open could ye make it the *hot* water tap, please?" He winked. "Credit where credits due Mr. Lorimar. I think you deserve at least as much credit as Mr. Johnson." She eyed him for a moment. "I noticed you've hurt yourself. Please at least stay long enough so we can take a look at that for you." ~although that would mean, well it looks like his rib area, and......~ Regardless of the fact that she was freezing she felt her cheeks growing very hot at the thought of having to examine Lorimar's chest. "I did promise to go straight to the bridge to treat Commander Stakes, but I'm sure Dr Jahlen would be more than happy to see to you." "She glanced around her, trying to find the other Doctor, as she felt the bundle behind her begin to move. (reply any?) (USS Boudicca, Sickbay - MO Ens(Jg) Dr. Jahlen - 1628) They had been warned to stay clear of the door and the submerged rescuer had done whatever he was supposed to do and joined the small group. The Engineer managed a smile for the them, then looked directly at Georgia. "Beggin' yer pardon Doctor... but next time ye leave a tap open could ye make it the *hot* water tap, please?" He winked. "Credit where credits due Mr. Lorimar. I think you deserve at least as much credit as Mr. Johnson." Dr. Gates replied, looking him over. "I noticed you've hurt yourself. Please at least stay long enough so we can take a look at that for you." Jahlen smiled wobbily at the Engineer with the strange accent, and was about to say 'make that warm not hot', when the ship lurched slightly. Any other time it would have been hardly noticeable, but this time Jahlen lost her already slippery footing and with an indignant and surprised, barely audible squawk that sounded rather like a gagged chicken, her feet shot out from under her and once again she found herself in the freezing cold water. Legs and arms flailing madly, she tried to grab hold of anything that would halt her progress. The bad news was that she couldn't attach herself to anything and was swiftly borne away and with another soft squawk and a sound resembling a wet 'thwuck', came to an abrupt and most undignified stop, with her bottom firmly wedged in the hole that Lt. Johnson had made in the doors just a minute or so previously. The good news was that the water was low enough now, that by propping her upper body up with her left hand pressed against the deck, she was able to keep her face above water to breath. The bad news was that no matter how hard she tried to extricate her backside from the hole, it just wouldn't budge and apparently Dr. Gates was unaware of her predicament because Jahlen heard her say: "I did promise to go straight to the bridge to treat Commander Stakes, but I'm sure Dr Jahlen would be more than happy to see to you." Georgia glanced around her, ~Now isn't this *just wonderful*, could it get any worse than this?~ Jahlen had to admit that it likely could and possibly would. It could get a lot more embarrassing for starters. Today was just a lousy day all round. "Certainly Dr. Gates, I'll be glad to examine our hero, just as soon as my backside is no longer being used as a plug." She stated, somewhat disgruntled by the whole affair. Then she added as a thought occurred to her, "and if Lt. Johnson so much as dares to push me out, I'll surgically remove his hands." (reply Gates, any) (posted by Sal) (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - Ensign Lorimar - 1629) Bob rolled over painfully, as the recent impact to his injured side had certainly not helped matters. ~Ah can't be hurt now, there is far too much tae be done!~ He watched, helplessly, as Dr. Jahlen was swept away by the current. He flailed an arm out but could not manage to catch on to her as she floated on by. He watched mesmerized as she floated rapidly toward the hole in the doors, then stuck to the opening... or rather stuck *into* the opening that Johnson had cut. Ordinarily, Bob might laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation, but today was a day for absurdity, and he had already used up all his emotional responses. Or so he thought. "Credit where credits due Mr. Lorimar. I think you deserve at least as much credit as Mr. Johnson." "I noticed you've hurt yourself. Please at least stay long enough so we can take a look at that for you." He returned the gaze of Dr. Gates, and she seemed to be flushed. ~Is she sick again? Or still? Ah recall the fever she had in the corridor when first we met... och, there are plenty of doctors here... I have plenty else tae do...~ Subconsciously he rubbed the sore spot in his side once again. Evidently the Dr. caught him at it. "I did promise to go straight to the bridge to treat Commander Stakes, but I'm sure Dr Jahlen would be more than happy to see to you." Next came a voice from near or at the door. Dr. Jahlen in fact. "Certainly Dr. Gates, I'll be glad to examine our hero, just as soon as my backside is no longer being used as a plug." She paused, then added, evidently as an afterthought, "and if Lt. Johnson so much as dares to push me out, I'll surgically remove his hands." Bob did manage a slight chuckle at that, then he got to his feet again. Moving as best he could toward the doors, he half waded/half floated over to Dr. Jahlen. He sat down into the considerably lower level of water and spoke quietly to the Doctor. He extended his hands and gently grasped Dr. Jahlen's with his, right grasping left and left grasping right. He braced his feet against the doors with knees bent, the water lapping up on his chest. He looked Dr. Jahlen straight in the eye and spoke. "Doctor, pardon mah touch please. When ye are ready, hold your arms as stiffly as ye can. Ah'll straighten mah legs as slow and steady as ah can... that should 'pop the cork' ah should think. Ready?" (Reply Jahlen, Any) (Posted by Russ) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - ACMO Gates - 1630) Georgia squelched her way onto the bridge, ignoring the glances that came her way. She knew she was probably leaving a trail of water behind her with every step, but she had been keen to put as much distance between herself and sickbay as she could. She strode as best she could across to where Stakes was seated, and came to attention in front of him. "Dr Gates reporting as earlier requested sir. I'm sorry we couldn't get anyone up here sooner." She said, trying to ignore the driblets of water running down her face. (reply any) (posted by Wendy) (USS Boudicca - Deck 7, outside Sickbay - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson - 16.31) “….and if Lt. Johnson so much as dares to push me out, I'll surgically remove his hands." said the irritated voice. Donald stepped back a couple feet involuntarily. For a moment, he pondered the option of simply letting them crawl out, as who ever was stuck in the hole was someone not to be trifled with. But finally getting up his courage, he began to try to pry open the door. Wedging his fingers in between proved difficult, but with a little leverage, he was finally able to pull the door ajar, so that he could look in. He was just in time to have Dr. Gates brush past him in something of a hurry, while a bit more water came out of the soggy sickbay. He stared as she seemingly fled from sickbay and down the corridor. ~Wonder where she is going,~ he thought, as he turned back to the sickbay. “Looks like we’ll need to do a bit of a move for a while.” He looked at his padd and located another area on the deck that would serve as a temporary sickbay. “Dr. Jahlen, we can convert Ten-Forward for now. Do you need any help transferring patients?” asked Donald. (Reply Jahlen, Any) Donald walked over to Bob who was being looked at. “Did you find anything?” he asked. (Reply Lorimar) (reply Jahlen, Lorimar, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - Yeoman Esme Stakes - 1631) "Dr Gates reporting as earlier requested sir. I'm sorry we couldn't get anyone up here sooner." Esme suppressed a sigh as she watched the ACMO enter, dripping all over the floor. ~Guess who will have that clear THAT up,~ she thought as she saw the trickles on Gates' face. She noticed the colour of the liquid. ~And I bet you it's not water, either,~ she said sniffing the air and wrinkled her face in disgust. ~Told you.~ She watched her father cast the littlest of glances towards the ACMO. "Just a painkiller, doctor," he said. "I'm fine, otherwise." "No, he's not!" Esme suddenly said loudly and she walked over to the central chair. "He's been holding his side, and he's a big baby, who thinks that any sign of weakness is bad for morale." she explained to the medical officer. "I bet you anything that he has either sprained or broken some ribs. And he's too big a baby to admit it." She received one of those looks from her father but disregarded it. "I'm fine," he said, "but even if I wasn't, this is hardly the time for me to leave my post. So, if you want to do anything, doctor, you'll have to do it here, because I'm not moving." Then his head turned to face Esme. "As for you, yeoman, there are liquid splashes all over the deck. They could easily make someone slip. Clear it up, please." ~AAARGH! PARENTS!~ Never the less he had been trained well enough to show nothing on her face as she looked at the puddles leading form the turbo lift entrance towards the central chair. ~I bet you Bill doesn't need to do stuff like this,~ she thought then sighed inwardly. "Yes, Sir." (Reply Georgia, any on the bridge) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Boudicca - Sickbay - MO Ens(Jg) Dr. Jahlen - 1633) Engineer Lorimar waded over to her and sat down in the water. He spoke in a soft tone and extended his hands and gently grasped her's and then he braced his feet against the doors with knees bent. "Doctor, pardon mah touch please. When ye are ready, hold your arms as stiffly as ye can. Ah'll straighten mah legs as slow and steady as ah can... that should 'pop the cork' ah should think. Ready?" Jahlen nodded, "more than ready, Mr. Lorimar!" She replied, grasping his cold hands tightly with her equally freezing ones while wishing she was anywhere but in this predicament and that it was just a horrid nightmare. With some pulling and with Jahlen pushing against the door with her feet, she was extricated from the hole. As she straightened her wet clothes as best she could, she thanked Lorimar for his assistance. She had observed that the exertions he'd put into pulling her out of the hole had caused him no small amount of discomfort. "Come with me Mr. Lorimar, and I will tend to your injury right away." She told him, wading through the quickly receding water towards an empty biobed and indicating that he should get on it. (reply Lorimar) "Thank you for your kind assistance, Mr. Lorimar, I know it must have been painful for you." (reply Lorimar iyw) Removing her tricorder from her pocket, she was surprised but pleased to see that it had come through the chaos unscathed. She ran it over Lorimar's upper body to locate the exact area that required attention. just as she suspected he had cracked some ribs when he'd hit the desk. A blur of movement caught her eye as she called a nurse over to apply the bone knitting device and looked over to see that Dr. Gates had rushed out the partially open doors, and disappeared in the wink of an eye. A man was coming in. ~Now there goes a very strange woman.~ “Looks like we’ll need to do a bit of a move for a while.” She excused herself to Lorimar and started towards the man who had spoken. ~Must be Mr. Johnson. Perhaps he can suggest somewhere dry for Sickbay to transfer to.~ Her boots squelched uncomfortably with every step on the now just wet deck. “Dr. Jahlen, we can convert Ten-Forward for now. Do you need any help transferring patients?” Johnson asked. "Any help you can give us would be welcome, Mr. Johnson, and thank you for the help you have given us already. However I am sure your department have their hands full just making ongoing repairs to the ship, in which case we will manage just fine, thank you." (reply Johnson, Lorimar, Any) (posted by Sal) (USS Boudicca - Deck 15, Environmental Controls - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson - 1634) Donald nodded in understand. “Don’t worry Doctor. Sickbay is a priority. I’ll have a team down to help move what it can down. The important thing is that you’re ready to receive more wounded because I understand more are on their way.” replied Donald. (USS Boudicca - Deck 15, Environmental Controls - OPS Lt (jg) Donald Johnson ­ 17.30) Donald stood over a display showing the power systems that were lit up like a Christmas Tree. Power conduits were criss crossed diverting power from dead systems to more important ones. After having set up a temporary sickbay in Ten Forward, Donald had looked over the evidence that they had gathered. Combined with what he had discussed with Lorak earlier, Donald was convinced that the spy or spies had decided to make their move now, which boded ill for the Boudicca and her crew. He wanted to inform Lorak of this new turn of events, but he knew that Lorak’s post was on the bridge, since Stolev was the acting First Officer. Donald was confident in his subordinates to do their jobs, so that he could divert some attention to this problem. Plus with his padd, he was able to keep tabs on the ship’s status. If the spies’ MO was to utilize the environmental controls, he’d detect it here first. But with so many systems in flux from damage taken, Donald was having a devil of a time discerning what might be caused by sabotage. In the meantime he joined his department in making sure no system overloaded and that it went to where it was most needed. “More power to the shields” shouted Donald, as men around him hurried to keep the ship from blowing up. The ship was rocked by more enemy fire, as men scurried about trying to do their job as best as they could. They were in their third hour and it was debatable how much longer even a Keltoi class vessel could continue. Torpedoes were undoubtedly not as many as one would have liked and armor was not as thick as they were at the beginning. The inertial dampers had been slightly damaged and power was not steady to that system, so every hit the Boudicca took echoed throughout Just then Donald found what he was looking for on Deck 14. ~Class H environment?~ thought Donald in horror. “Switch Deck 14’s environment back to Class M” he said, as he scanned for other instances of unusual environments being pumped into vital areas of the ship. Hitting the comm. system, Donald said, “Bridge, this is Lieutenant Johnson. Deck 14 is producing a Class H environment. We’re trying to shut it down, but we may need them to put on their EVA suits until we can get the situation under control.” (Reply Bridge) “Sir, the system isn’t responding.” reported one of the crewmen. “Get suited up, theta team. The rest of you seal off the deck before it spreads to the rest of the ship.” ordered Donald, as he began to pull on an EVA suit. (Reply Bridge, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Boudicca - Deck 3, Corridor - SO Crewman Abu Nighy - 1812) Abu helped up a marine in BDU’s. “Sorry about that. Am I glad you guys got here.” said Abu, as he scanned the group that had just appeared. “What’s the hold up. Get to the turbolift.” shouted a commanding voice. “Oh, sorry, right this way.” said Abu, picking up his rifle, while men passed him. ~Wow, they’re in a hurry.~ he thought, as he trotted after them. ~These guys are big.~ Surrounded by the group of armed warriors, Abu wondered where his partner had gotten off to. In the dim light, he really couldn’t make out anyone’s faces as most of them were wearing BDU’s. ~He must be here.~ thought Abu, as he moved along amiably. “Quick, into the turbolift!” ordered the commanding voice. The doors slid open and Abu shuffled in along with them. (USS Boudicca ­ turbolift ­ SO Crewman Abu Nighy ­ 1814) ~Hmm…. I’ve never seen these fellows before.~ thought Abu as the doors slid shut and the commanding voice said, “Bridge!” He looked around at the visored faces and the few security officers in the group. “Hey, has anyone seen my partner? He asked, as he didn’t see him around. “Silence, get ready, men. We have the jump on them!” shouted the commanding voice. Abu nodded amiably checking to make sure his rifle was ready. He had to turn off the safety because this was real combat, not just guard duty. As the doors slid open, two of the men in front charged out only to be sent hurtling back into the cramped turbolift. “Ouch, hey watch it” complained Abu, as he saw the Captain standing before them, a forcefield between them. ~Hey why are we on the bridge?~ wondered Abu. ~And why won’t they get out?~ "Gentlemen," the captain said with a nod. "How nice of you to drop in. Unfortunately this means that for you, as they say, the war is over." ~The war is over?~ thought Abu. ~That’s great. Let’s get out.~ "There are at least four level 10 force fields between you and me….. " the captain started saying. Unfortunately for Abu his brain translated it to blah, blah, blah, blah….. Officers often seemed to go on for a bit and Abu would easily get restless. Abu shifted his feet from side to side so that they would not fall asleep. After a while, Abu noticed that the men were taking their armor off. ~Are we supposed to strip?~ he wondered. ~Oh well, orders.~ Abu began to take off his uniform, thinking nothing of the unusual order. Sometimes he wished he paid more attention, but officers often gave him orders he didn’t understand. After a few moments, he was quite naked. He held onto his rifle and looked around only to notice he was the only person to have done as ordered. He also noticed that he recognized none of the men surrounding him. ~These are the enemy?!?~ he realized, putting his rifle up and began to turn his body. “Uh, captain…. help?” he said, bewildered as to how he had gotten into this predicament. (Reply Stakes, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Boudicca ­ Bridge ­ aCO Commander Archibald Stakes ­ 1816) “Uh, captain…. help?” Archibald turned his chair around to face the entrance to the turbo lift from where the pleading voice could be heard. He frowned at the unexpected voice. He had expected the marines to surrender, yes, but not plead for their lives. Then when he looked at the group in the turbo lift he frowned again. All of the invaders had taken their BDU's off but one of them had gone even further until there was nothing more to shed. Strangely enough that one was the only one still holding a phaser rifle in his hands. "Crewman Nighy!" Archibald suddenly heard Laroon exclaim. He turned to the acting Tactical Chief. "Is he one of ours?" he asked. Ensign Laroon nodded. "Unfortunately he is, Sir. He's not the brightest in the pack, if you know what I mean. He means well, or I think he does, but he is a bit accident-prone. Four of my officers have already refused to serve with him in a team." Archibald shook his head, he remembered hearing some stories about an inept security officer but up until then had thought them to be exaggerations. He examined the group behind the forcefields. "Now that you are there, Mister Nighy, I would suggest you collected the weapons from the others and put them to one side and have the marines stand near the forcefield." He looked past the SO and noticed that he had misread the Major's rankings on his BDU. The Major was, in fact, a Colonel. "Colonel, I assume we have your formal surrender?" (Reply Nighy, Patton, Any) (posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Boudicca - Deck 19 - Corridor - Sgt K'nan K'iria - 1820) K’nan’s squad had performed admirably. So far they had taken no casualties and had been able to subdue four boarders and drive the rest back. She had them deployed in defensive positions trying to coordinate with the two other squads on the deck. But she was puzzled by how long the enemy was taking in returning. She had assumed they would regroup and counterattack, but they had not come. She motioned to her man on the side. A Betazoid, they had learned to use it to their advantage in combat. She gave him a questioning look and watched as he closed his eyes searching for what she sought. After a moment, he shook his head negatively. ~What’s going on here.~ she wondered, just as phaser blast came from behind. She whistled her command, as she dove for cover, while her squad executed her orders. The squad disappeared into an access panel and was moving towards a Jeffries tube junction. “Sir, the forcefields leading to the upper decks are down.” reported one of her men. “What? How did that happen?” she asked, incredulously. “That’s how they got behind us. Status report!” “We lost Trajen.” reported her comm. man. She balled up her fist in frustration. “Engineering, this is Sergeant K’iria. The forcefields keeping the boarders on Deck 19 seem to have given out. Take appropriate measures.” she reported. (Reply Engineering) After she had finished with engineering, she activated her commbadge again. “Major Thrall, this is Sergeant K’iria” she said. =/\=Thrall here, be quick K’nan.=/\= answered the Major tersely. “Some of the forcefields in the Jeffries tubes leading to the upper decks have been shutdown, sir. Suggest regrouping to defensive positions near Engineering.” she reported. =/\=Get going K’nan, I’ll get a couple other squads up there. Maybe Stolev can get us some extra men too. We’ll root ‘em out here. =/\= “Understood, K’iria out” she said. Without having to say anything her squad was already climbing up the ladder towards engineering. ~I hope we get there in time~ she thought, as she ascended the ladder. (Reply Engineering, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) NRPG: Ha, ha! He's back. But what's with the Christmas thing? I mean, I know it's the holiday season, but he took a break. It was like almost two months. Ah well, it's good to have him back. Christmas Carols, heh..... -USS Boudicca, NCC 49901 Star Trek: Freedom - http://www.startrekfreedom.com