Compile#31 September 23-25 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Once More Into the Breach Day 5 Stardate: Age of Makto Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Science Officer Ensign JG Joseph Willowbrook - Day 5 - 1109) (USS Rosenante - Science Officer Ensign Andrew Maddox - Day 5 - 1112) (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on Deck 28 - Science Officer Ensign JG Joseph Willowbrook - Day 5 - 1116) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1336) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1343) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1344) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill / 2 of 5 - Day 5 - 1346) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1351) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1353) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill / 2 of 5 - Day 5 - 1401) (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1. ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1402) (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1403) (USS Rosenante - Bio Hazard Lab - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.05) (USS Rosenante, BioHazard lab 1, ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1407) (USS Rosenante - Bio Hazard Lab - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.10) (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1412) (USS Rosenante, Biohazard Lab 1, ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1414) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1651) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Combat Nurse – E’Mpak- 1835) (USS Rosenante Deck 10 Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS Day 5 1848) (USS Rosenante – Deck 10 – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer /COPS Day 5 1850) (USS Rosenante- Deck 10- CSec- Lieutenant Chance Raschen- 1851) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10 - Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1852) (USS Rosenante - Docking Port - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1853) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1854) (USS Rosenante, Sick Bay, SO Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 5, 1855) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10 - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 18.55) (USS Rosenante- Deck 10- CSec- Lieutenant Chance Raschen- 1858) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1859) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensgin(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1902) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Officer Ensign JG Joseph Willowbrook - Day 5 - 1109) Joseph watched as his friend Maddox flexed his newly repaired arm. "It's perfect. I can't see any sign of damage or repair. It functions...well...perfectly." "I am glad you are pleased," Volus said. "Your companion Joseph Willowbrook risked his life to rescue you. In light of his efforts I could not bring myself to punish him for his indiscretions. He is a braver man than most and he is capable of verifying everything that I told you should it be necessary." ~I'm not exactly brave...wait...what? I'm capable of what? What am I being signed up for?~ "I understand." Maddox replied. He looked over at Joseph, "We should go now, Joseph, we have a lot of work to do if we are to establish a peace between the Borg and the Federation." Joseph snorted. "You're insane." He shook his head in disbelief. "W-what did they do to you?" "Joseph Willowbrook, I wish you a long and happy existence. Please think more kindly upon us in the future." Joseph looked back at Volus, his voice shaking as he said, "W-we're going to kick you off this sh-ship." Maddox smiled at his friend and then moved to stand next to him. "We should go." he said. "Y-yeah. I got that," Joseph managed to say, and kept his eyes on Volus as they retreated. When they were out of the Borg's presence, he asked, "What the hell is going on, Maddox? What was that?" He wanted to believe his friend was lying to the Borg, but he wasn't sure now. (reply Maddox) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Officer Ensign Andrew Maddox - Day 5 - 1112) Once they were out of the immediate presence of the Borg leader Joseph seemed to almost become verbally aggressive. "What the hell is going on, Maddox? What was that?" he demanded. Andrew looked over at his friend. "An opportunity, Joseph." (reply Willowbrook) Andrew frowned. "Don't you see, Joseph. I think that there may actually be a chance to establish peace between the borg and the Federation. No more assimilation of Federation Worlds, no more lost colonies or missing starships as a result of a chance encounter with a Borg ship." (reply Willowbrook) Andrew shook his head in disappointment, " The federation has been at war with the Borg, officially since they were first encountered. I don't know that there has ever been an opportunity to really conduct any attempt to reconcile our differences." He regarded his friend. "Starfleet and the Federation is about peace and exploration not about fighting. Diplomacy should be the order of the day, not force of arms. We should be talking, trying to stop the death and destruction not perpetuating it with military aggression." (reply Willowbrook) "Volus was right, Humans are afraid of the Borg. And because they are afraid, they'll always have a desire to destroy what they don't understand. But I can help change all of that, Joseph. Me!" Andrew stated with a tap on his chest to emphasize the last word. "I'm not human, although I look like one. I believe that this is the reason that my father created me. To do something grand, to do something that no human being could do. To broker a peace with the Borg." (reply Willowbrook) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on Deck 28 - Science Officer Ensign JG Joseph Willowbrook - Day 5 - 1116) Andrew looked over at him. "An opportunity, Joseph." Willowbrook raised an eyebrow. Could Maddox's discovery of his artificial body somehow have activated something in his brain that made him...insane? Because insanity was the only reasoning Joseph could come up with that would explain this behavior. His silence must have puzzled Andrew, because he frowned and continued, "Don't you see, Joseph. I think that there may actually be a chance to establish peace between the borg and the Federation. No more assimilation of Federation Worlds, no more lost colonies or missing starships as a result of a chance encounter with a Borg ship." Joseph actually snorted. He never snorted in cynicism. It wasn't something he had developed as a body language characteristic. In fact, he was usually quite serious. When during the day had he developed such intense cynicism that he actually wanted to hit his friend for his statements? He glared at Maddox. "You're completely insane if you think for one microsecond that any kind of alliance will hold with the Borg. Read some *history*! Don't you *remember* the classes we had to take at the Academy? The stories about Voyager, how they tried to forge an alliance and were betrayed?! The only way there won't be any more lost colonies or missing starships is if they're all assimilated, Andrew." Andrew shook his head, " The federation has been at war with the Borg, officially since they were first encountered. I don't know that there has ever been an opportunity to really conduct any attempt to reconcile our differences. Starfleet and the Federation is about peace and exploration not about fighting. Diplomacy should be the order of the day, not force of arms. We should be talking, trying to stop the death and destruction not perpetuating it with military aggression." "Yeah, and we shouldn't have to have weapons or shields on starships, and while we're at it, why don't we just get rid of starships altogether? They're basically war machines, after all. Let's build a sky-ship out of mahogany and doily pads, and paint happy faces on the nacelles so our enemies realize we're all about diplomacy. Jesus, Maddox!" He stopped walking for a moment, but resumed when he realized that they needed to keep moving. He was going to continue to speak, but his friend interrupted him. "Volus was right, Humans are afraid of the Borg. And because they are afraid, they'll always have a desire to destroy what they don't understand. But I can help change all of that, Joseph. Me!" Andrew stated with a tap on his chest to emphasize the last word. "I'm not human, although I look like one. I believe that this is the reason that my father created me. To do something grand, to do something that no human being could do. To broker a peace with the Borg." "We need to get you to Sickbay," Joseph said. He was astounding himself with his own cynicism in this conversation. He had always been a pacifist. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility that he could have said the exact things Maddox was saying, minus the 'divine right' language, only days ago. But seeing carnage up close, seeing what the enemy could do...it was changing his perspective. He wasn't the man he used to be. He felt a deep-seated anger at the language that his friend was using, and he wanted an explanation for it. He wanted it to be something physiological, not psychological. Or if it was psychological, something that could be fixed with a hypospray and some counselling. He didn't want to believe that his friend actually thought he had some kind of one-man mission to join the Borg...and he really didn't want to hear any more of his own ideology from days ago. He needed to analyze this change before accepting it as his new ideological platform, and he had neither the time nor the energy to analyze it now. (reply Maddox) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1336) =/\= This......Soma.....What.....Location..... =/\= The response was broken but defiantly there. ~I guess close range communication works~ Jessica thought to herself She pulled out a spare tricorder and passed it PO Cole "See, if you can't use this to boost the comm signal." It didn't take long for the Petty officer to get the Comm-badge hooked though the tricorder. "Lt Soma we are fifty meters out, and heading for you location." Jessica spoke into the improvised Comm device. (reply Soma) "Get ready to move." She told her team, and once they got confirmation that Soma heard them they were off. It did not take long to reach Soma's position. It was clear that the Borg were giving him hell. PO Cole went right to work on the Lt. making sure that he was not wounded, and could move. "Sir," It's good to see you." Jessica spoke softly. Has she scanned the near by area. "There." She motioned to door that lead into a crewman's quarters. "We can rest, and regroup in there. Lance help the Lt. to his feet." (reply Soma) Once in the relative safety of the room Jessica once again went to the task of placing her team. "Lance you got the door make sure we are not disturbed. PO Cole find us another way out." With orders given and the rest of the team going about there task. Jessica turned on the Lt. "Sir, I have new orders for you from the Captain." She then lowered her voice to where only the two of them could hear. "There is a plan of action that could lead to an offensive against the Borg on both ships. The plan is to reprogram the Borg nanites to work against the Borg, in hopes to take away their largest threat assimilation. Commander Caskie is leading a team to the iso-lab on deck ten. Our mission is to link up with Sanok find a live Borg capture, break it from the collective and bring it to the iso-lab." (reply Soma) Jessica moved back and let Soma soak in all that was said. It was imperative that he understood the severity of the mission they were on. Soon they would be on the move again and this time the team would be on the offensive it would be a welcome change. (reply Soma) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1343) "If it has a snowballs chance in hell of working we have to take the risk, we can't allow the Borg to achieve their objective." Soma spoke wearily "That's true, that's why I have this." She pulled a tricorder from a small clip that held the device firm to the small of her back. She handed to Lt. Soma before continuing. "That tricorder is programed with the frequency that Lt. Trei used to contact the Borg back on the Boudicca. I hope that if we use the frequency to broadcast a high pitched carrier wave, that it might be enough to break the collective's hold on a lone drone." Jessica looked at Lt. Soma has she just relieved one of the Ace's she had up her sleeve. It was true only a few people had access to that piece of intelligence, and after LT. Trei was arrested that made Jessica the head of the Boudicca's security, thus having access even if for a short while. (reply Soma) Jessica was listening to Soma outlining the next stage of the mission. Jessica believed Sanok was out of range and it seemed would take to much time to locate, and time was a precious commodity they had little of. She believed they would be better served by moving on to the next phase of the plan to capture a borg. It was about this time PO Lance spoke from the door way. "Look alive we have company. Four drones." "Any chance to evade." replied Jessica, still use to having the command of the small team. "No ma'am." replied Lance had he dived into the door dodging the Borg disruptor fire that filled the corridor beyond. Jessica turned to PO Cole, who simply replied. "There's an access but its been blocked." Jessica then turned to Lt. Soma. "Maybe we've just found our Borg, what are your...." She was about to ask what her teams orders were. When her attention was drawn back has PO lance unleaded a photon grenade into the corridor beyond. It exploded the shook the decking were Jessica now stood. (reply, Eian, Soma" (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1344) "That's true, that's why I have this." She pulled a tricorder from a small clip that held the device firm to the small of her back. She passed it to him before continuing. "That tricorder is programed with the frequency that Lt. Trei used to contact the Borg back on the Boudicca. I hope that if we use the frequency to broadcast a high pitched carrier wave, that it might be enough to break the collective's hold on a lone drone." Ben looked at the tricorder and the chip, Trei had contacted the Borg with this frequency and now they were going to use it again. "Guess we'll find out soon enough." Ben replied as he passed it back. "We're going to have to locate a drone, preferably a lone drone to make this easier for us. If we pick one out of a crowd we're going to have to fight it's friends to get to it. I'm all for a good fight but I also want to ensure the safety of the team, that's first and foremost." He said. "A lone drone may be difficult to find, but not impossible. A single drone attacked me in the jeffries tube before I meet up with you." "We have no idea where Sanok is and I haven't been able to reach him, if we find him during our search so much the better but for now we have to concentrate of finding our trojan horse." "Look alive we have company. Four drones." Lance called from the door. Ben was immediately on his feet, phaser ready. "Any chance to evade." replied Jessica. "No ma'am." replied Lance had he dived into the door dodging the Borg disruptor fire that filled the corridor beyond. Jessica turned to PO Cole, who simply replied. "There's an access but its been blocked." Jessica then turned to him. "Maybe we've just found our Borg, what are your...." Ben was about to issue instructions when someone lobbed a grenade into the corridor, the explsion rocked the deck plates. "Hold off on the photon grenades." Ben yelled. "We can't use the drone if it's in pieces." Ben moved to the door. "Is there anything left alive out there." (reply Signos iyw, any,) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill / 2 of 5 - Day 5 - 1346) {Jessica is not alone. Destroy or neutralize those in her company. Do not destroy her.} {Is she not to be damaged?} {Damage is acceptable, provided it is repairable. Open fire.} The corridor lit up in a blaze as the three drones in 2 of 5's company opened fire on Jessica's small contingent. He saw his friend, Ben Soma, near Jessica, and almost ordered his fellow drones not to kill Ben. But he knew Ben's welfare was irrelevant. The task was to convince Jessica of the Borg way so that she could spend eternity with him. The task was not to keep Ben alive. However, Eian found himself more satisfied with the outcome of an assimilated former friend than a dead former friend. He followed his fellow drones down the corridor and watched with a small amount of sorrow as a photon grenade took out one of the drones and wounded another. {Continue} he ordered, but it wasn't necessary. They didn't deviate from their orders. The deck shook, and pieces of rubble fell off the ceiling as another photon grenade took a chunk out of the wall. Eian stumbled slightly, but continued on his path. They adapted to the photon signatures and Eian knew his friend and lover well. He warned his two remaining drones before Ben or Jessica had the opportunity to act. {Proceed with caution. Ben Soma and Jessica Signos have excessive martial arts training and should be considered dangerous.} {Acknowledged} came the reply, and they engaged in hand-to-hand combat. When Eian got close enough, he grabbed Jessica, pulled her aside, and held her as still as he could with his superior strength. "Jessica," he spoke, his voice distorted through the electronic box that had replaced his vocal cords. "Please be still. It's me. Eian. I do not wish you harm." (reply Jessica) He felt genuinely hurt at her words. Volus had warned him that she might reject him, but he was still distraught. ~Please, Volus,~ he found himself praying, ~I want her to see me for who I really am.~ He was not only physically enhanced as a Borg, but mentally enlightened. It tore at his heart that she couldn't see that. "I am still Eian. I am also 2 of 5. I've been enhanced, perfected...I've discovered wonder and amazement, more than I ever could have without this gift." (reply Jessica) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1351) Jessica moved to engage the threat, knowing that they needed at least one of the drones alive. She still held the tricorder that with a good amount of hope would for a short time separate a drone from the collective, She took care to return it the clip on her belt. Then she was grabbed, and lifted from the ground. Jessica struggled to regain her footing when a voice cut though all the thoughts that raged though her mind. "Jessica," It spoke "Please be still. It's me. Eian. I do not wish you harm." Jessica went still and looked to the borg that held her. " MY spirits.... What have they... done to you." She spoke tiring to choke back the lump that was forming in the back of her throat. "I am still Eian. I am also 2 of 5. I've been enhanced, perfected...I've discovered wonder and amazement, more than I ever could have without this gift." Eian spoke to her, like the rhetoric of a delusional madman. Jessica glanced over 2 of 5's shoulder there she saw it in the wall a power conduit exposed from one of the grenades."Eian," She spoke sweetly into his ear, as her was hand already in motion, hoping her sweet words providing enough of a distraction from the ramblings of the collective of idiots in his head. "I love you..." Then looking Eian in the eyes has tears welled up in hers. "But not the monster you've become." She hip fired her hand phaser from tactical holster at her side. Her aim was true the beam from her phaser cut into the power conduit. It was then everything slowed to Jessica to a near pause has the conduit exploded, bodies flew, the ship lurched, secondary explosion occurred thought the deck and possible else wear on the ship. Jessica flew her right side crashing into a wall and her head slamming into a bulkhead, then her world went black. However in the darkness deep with in Jessica's mind a barrier that for over the last ten years had separated two people broke. Jessica woke sometime later to PO Cole standing over her. Jessica's head throbbed, but she had lived, and she was instantly aware that she was not alone. That some unseen addition had welcomed themselves the the little party. She tried to rise. "Lie still," PO Cole scolded. "Sir' I don't know whats going on here her brain patterns are all over the place, I don't even know how she's awake." (reply Soma) "Hey" was the reply. "We heard that." Her voice now layered has if two spoke in perfect harmony ~What~ Jessica's mind spoke at the sudden use of speaking about herself in plural tense. ~That's right sister, what has been separating us is now gone... we are one... or we will be in time.~ ~Lily~ Jessica responded to the voice in her head. ~That's right.~ Lily came back sweetly, before coming back to the task at hand. ~Now we have a mission to finish~ "Right" Lily and Jessica both spoke out loud in the layered harmony. They surveyed the seen one blue eye, the other lavender taking in every aspect every detail. It seemed that Eian weather he meant to or not took the brunt of the blast that spared Jessica and Lily's life. "Did the tricorder manage to survive the blast." They asked in perfect unison. "Has she reached for it to discover it wasn't there. (reply Soma) It was then that she saw the drone Eian attempt to move, and PO lance kept it under heavy guard. A smile crept across there face has they saw magnetically sealed to the center of his back was the tricorder. "And the other Borg?" they asked... "Dead" Was PO Lance short response. (reply Soma, iyw, room for more.) "Then we need to get to Medical" and with how the small woman was sounding, she didn't think anyone would disagree. (reply Eian, Soma) (Posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1353) They had moved into the corridor to confront the Borg, hoping to isolate one so they could implement their plan. Jessica had the tricorder ready to emit the frequency that would isolate a drone from the collective should they be lucky enough to get the opportunity. Shots were fired and shields flared against the barrage. Ben saw one drone move to grab Jessica, he started to run towards her to help but something about the drone seemed off. Instead of killing her or trying to assimilate her it seemed as if it were speaking to her. Before Ben could reach her she fired her phaser into a power conduit. Knowing the end result Ben dove for what little cover he could find, yelling to the rest of the team to do so as well as the phaser beam hit the conduit and exploded filling the corridor with blinding light, deafening noise and debris. He felt the ship rock against secondary explosions. When he could hear and see again he quickly looked around at the team, everyone seemed to be ok. Jessica was on the ground along with the drone that had grabbed her, the other drones hadn't survived the blast. Jessica tried to move while Cole kept on eye on her. "Lie still," PO Cole scolded. "Sir' I don't know whats going on here her brain patterns are all over the place, I don't even know how she's awake." "With her proximity to the power conduit it's a miracle she survived." Ben said as he moved to her side. "Hey" was the reply. "We heard that." The voice wasn't hers, at least not entirely. It seemed as if two people were speaking together. Ben leaned in over her, she seemed confused and somewhat distant. She said. "Right" Ben was a little puzzled by that, what was she talking about, or to? Jessica looked around as if searching for something. "Did the tricorder manage to survive the blast." Both voices asked together. Ben nodded. "It survived and worked." He said pointing to the drone on the floor. Jessica smiled as she saw the tricorder on the drones back, it tried to move but Lance had it under guard. Ben finally got a good look at it and was surprised to see that it was Eian, maybe that's why it didn't attack Jessica. Maybe enough of him was still there to control the drone. "And the other Borg?" The voices asked. "Dead" Was PO Lance short response. "They were killed in the blast." Ben elaborated. "We were lucky we all weren't." "Then we need to get to Medical" Both voices stated. "For more then one reason." Ben said. "We need to get you checked out and we need to get Eian prepped for the next phase and find a way to get him back to his normal self." (reply Jessica, Eian, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill / 2 of 5 - Day 5 - 1401) "Eian, I love you...but not the monster you've become." Jessica's words were the last he heard before the explosion. His signal went completely dead for a moment, and he was cut off from the Collective. His vision blurred and the electronic display on his digitized eye implant flickered on and off. He knew he was hurt badly, but he found himself more afraid of the loss of the Collective. The armor grafted onto his skin protected him from the heat of the explosion and he wasn't burned except in the places where his skin was exposed. And even then, the shield absorbed most of it. But the force of the explosion had the same effect as impulse speed would have on a person if there were no inertial dampeners. They would "hit the windshield," as the expression went, and this is exactly what happened to what was left of Eian's organs and bones as they slammed against the Borg armor. Some of the Borg components were cooked into the armor/flesh combination that had become Eian's body, including the tricorder that cut him off from the Collective. He found himself face-down in the singed corridor, his auditory implants malfunctioning and sending an annoying, ear-piercing screech into his head. His vision was clearing and the electronic display flickered back to life and stayed put this time. But the voices were gone. The nanobots in his body raced around, attempting to start repairs. But they were like swordsmen attempting an attack on a 21st century tank. It was a futile attempt, and without medical attention, Eian would die. Somehow, his brain was fine. He was able to think and calculate. He knew the Collective was still there, knew that his mission was to convert Jessica, but...where was Volus? The comforting presence was gone. There was no joy in thinking about the Collective. For the second time that day, he felt completely betrayed by someone to which he trusted his soul. Despondent but still determined in his objective, he attempted to move. But he realized almost immediately that movement wouldn't work for multiple reasons. He was too injured to move himself, for one. And there was a large amount of armed men surrounding him. He longed to speak to Jessica, to explain to her that his connection to the Collective was a good thing, that it brought one joy and understanding of the universe...if he could only have a few moments to speak to her, he knew he could convince her of this truth. "Jessica?" He attempted to say, but his electronic voice box was destroyed in the blast, and no sound emitted. So he lay still on the charred floor, awaiting his fate. {Volus, please save me!} he cried out, but no one answered. (reply any there) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1. ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1402) Time was beginning to get on. The two scientists were working hard in the biohazard lab, but up until this point, they still had nothing in the way of actual living samples to play with. "Computer, energise the nanoprobes with a three second burst at one percent power." Isra said, standing in front of one of the consoles. The dead Borg drone that had been in the lab when they arrived was now missing a large supply of his nanoprobes, however, all of them had been deactivated due to the death of the Drone. A pulse of energy filled the forcefield that had been placed on the centre workspace. "Any change?" Isra asked, looking at her own console, while hoping that her science partner, Vanik, was able to get some useful information from the nanoprobes, with the energy they'd given them. (Reply Vanik) "Again? That's the fourth set of probes we've fried." Isra replied, beginning to get disheartened. "We really need a live sample." (reply Vanik) "Good idea... one percent power might still be too much... Computer. Start new sample. Energise with a 1 second burst at zero point two percent power." she said, hoping this time they'd get somewhere with the inactive probes. (Reply Vanik) Written by Andy Jones --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 15 - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1403) Ben stood up and got two of the team to help Jessica to her feet, once she was standing and reasonably stable he moved to stand beside what used to be Eian. "Lance, Cole, get that thing to it's feet." He said. The two young officers pulled the drone to it's feet, Ben gave it a quick once over once it was standing. With the damage it had taken in the blast Ben was amazed that it survived. It's body armor was charred and melted, it's exposed flesh was burned black and cracked up. His electronic eye was dark, apparently destroyed in the explosion. Ben didn't know how long it would take the nanoprobes to repair that kind of damage but he wasn't about to wait to see. "Bind him." He ordered. "Yes Sir." Cole said as he looked around for something to use as a binding. A few moments later he came back with an arm full of optronic cable and proceeded to tie the drones hands together and then tied them across it's chest wrapping the cable around it's arms and back several times. Ben nodded his approval at the way the PO decided to bind the drone, he didn't want to take any chances either. When Cole had finished Ben stepped in front of the drone and looked it in the eye. "Eian, if there's any of you left in there listen up and listen good." Ben said with an authoritative voice. "We're going to get you some help, undo what the Borg have done to you." Ben took another step ahead punctuating what he was about to say. "But let me be clear." He continued. "If you attempt to break free and harm anyone on this team, if I so much as see those assimilation tubules twitch I will kill you. The Borg have caused enough damage to this ship and killed enough of this crew, I won't allow you do add to that list of damages or casualties. Do I make myself clear." Ben wasn't sure if the drone comprehended what he was saying or not, he didn't know if there was anything left of Eian in it to reach but he had to try. He hated seeing the young engineer in this condition, augmented with Borg garbage, a pawn in their crusade to assimilate all into the collective. "Let's get moving." He said. (reply Eian, Signos, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bio Hazard Lab - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.05) Detron left his defensive post on the wall to see what progress his team was making on the drone. He saw the force field enacted around the drone. He watched as Caniel worked with the nanoprobes apparently dead as it was inactivated. He walked up to Caniel. "Good work Miss Caniel. Well done. Lets see if we can get some live nanoprobes to work with." (Reply Caniel, Vanik, iyw) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, BioHazard lab 1, ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1407) "Good work Miss Caliel. Well done. Lets see if we can get some live nanoprobes to work with." Trei had said. Isra had barely noticed him nearby, so the sudden shock of seeing a klingon holding a Bat'leth was not on the list of favourite things to see. "Woah" she said, almost jumping back. "don't creep up on me like that!" she continued, then realised what she'd said. ~I must be losing it.. Klingon's don't creep~ "Sorry... I haven't slept in far too long." she replied, leaning against the console. "Right now, an entire army could creep up on me without being noticed. I can't even get these damn nanoprobes to activate." she said, mentally kicking herself. She stopped working for a moment, and looked at what they had. Pulling herself up onto a desk with her good hand, she rested the other on her lap, and looked up at Trei. "Why can't I get this to work?" she asked. A Rhetoric question, definitely. But at this point, any answer would give her something to focus her mind on. (reply Trei, iyw) She closed her eyes, and let her mind do the thinking for a moment. Adrenaline was doing its best to keep her awake. The thought of losing the ship she had only just been assigned to was enough to force her body to create more adrenaline, but the lack of sleep was definitely showing, in the forms of bags under her eyes. "If the Borg attacks carry on at this frequency, how long do you think before they break through?" She asked him - a serious question this time. (reply Trei) "Frequency..." she muttered, before grinning. "That should give us enough time to work on something here." she said, thanking him and turning back to the console. "Computer. decrease the wavelength of the energy pulse by zero point five nanometers." she said, then tapped into the computer to give the nanoprobes another one second boost at the power level she'd tried before. This time, the nanoprobes burst into life, and tried to destroy the petri dish they'd been placed in. "Computer, you're a genius." she said, and typed into the computer to extract their program. "Another burst to burn out the probes. we have the program we need." she said, and the nanoprobes burnt out. (reply any) Written by Andy Jones --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bio Hazard Lab - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.10) Detron watched Caliel as she worked but reacted with a scare when he approached. He gave a slight smile over her reaction but took no negative notes from it. He understood a reaction like that when seeing Klingon approach with a Battlaff. "My intention was not to scare you. As for the frequency of Borg attacks, I think we are handling that well now. Keep up the good work." Detron returned to his defensive post. (Reply Caliel iyw) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1412) Pem had somehow thought that it would be a great idea to join up with the research team in the Biohazard Labs. After all his specialty was nanomolecular biology, specifically in medical applications. He couldn't see that this was too much different from the development of nanoparticles to handle a flair up of the Frazellian virus or even the infamous Rigellian Flu. The only real difference, in this case was that they were working on a very small time scale and the fact that if they didn't succeed, they'd all end up very, very dead. They had made their way through the guts of the Rosenante until they had eventually reached the doors leading into the Biohazard or Isolab section and found it under the guard of Borg Drones. That of course struck Pembrook as a problem, but Lieutenant Trei of the Boudicca saw it as more of a work out routine. The massive Klingon had rushed the pair of drones and taken them out with brutal efficiency worthy of any klingon Warrior that he had ever heard of. Once that obstacle was past, they had entered the compartment to find another drone inside, although they didn't last long. Ensign Caliel made a single shot and dropped the Borg before it knew what hit it. She explained her familiarity with the compartment, which was an advantage that Pembrook did not share. He hadn't really ever been to the isolab before and so he had to reluctantly admit to himself that perhaps his idea to join the team may not have been as brilliant as he had thought it would be. They'd established a containment forcefield. And then went about their work. Half an hour later, they had taken samples of Borg nanoprobes from the Drone, which had proven to be inert. Caliel and Vanik then set about to resuscitate them in the hopes of having some semblance of a living nanoprobe for their studies. The entire time, Trei stood by and watched with a sort of detached klingon machismo that almost made Pem feel as if he were under threat of execution should they fail. Still Pem did his absolute best to stay focused on his part of the task identifying the individual components and their function that comprised he nanoprobe used by the Borg. It was a project that had been undertaken by various Borg experts over the years, to various degrees of success. The problem was that by the time that the structure of a nanoprobe was truly identified, they Probes had adapted to another configuration, most likely as a result of some other stimuli, and this forced the experts to start all over again. After a while, they simply gave up trying. Their work was too often out-evolved by the time they had finished it. But Pem was working on a theory. It was a simple one when you gave it come reasonable consideration. Borg nanoprobes altered themselves or each other after receiving new instructions from the collective once a new and better developed adaptation was determined. Therefore all Borg nanoprobes were in a constant state of flux as long as they were in contact with the collective. In situations like this, where the population of nanoprobes was finite and the governing contact with the main body of the collective was not present, evolutionary adaptation of the base nanoprobes should be slower or non-existant. The smaller evolutionary stress pool would be less demanding and therefore the need for rapid evolutionary development at the base level would be reduced significantly. In theory, because the group threatening them was small and not in direct contact with the main population of the Borg Collective, there should be little to no evolutionary development at the nanoprobe level. That meant that for once Pem might actually be able to dissect and analyze the entirety of a Borg nanoprobe without his research being made invalid by an adaptation. He only half-listened as Caliel and Vanik managed to reactivate some of the probes. They had just declared success, when Pem had discovered a couple of troubling structures built into the probes. "Sir!" He called out with a sense of urgency in his voice. "I think that we should stop trying to reactivate any other probes." (reply Caliel) "Well, if my analysis is correct, the moment that a deactivated nanoprobe is reactivated for even the shortest length of time it dumps it's entire collective memory into the local collective. So the program that you just used, was transmitted to the collective and it won't work again." (reply Caliel) "Right" he replied with a nod, "so back to square one. But there is some good news to be had. It appears that this process is only applicable to deactivated nanoprobes that reactivate. Not to active nanoprobes that remain active." (reply Caliel, Vanik, any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Biohazard Lab 1, ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel, Day 5, 1414) "Sir!" Isra heard a voice from one of the other science officers onboard. It sounded urgent. Looking up, she heard him continue. "I think that we should stop trying to reactivate any other probes." "Have you found something?" she asked, deactivating the energy pulse just in case. "Well, if my analysis is correct, the moment that a deactivated nanoprobe is reactivated for even the shortest length of time it dumps it's entire collective memory into the local collective. So the program that you just used, was transmitted to the collective and it won't work again." "That's... depressing." is all she could say in response. All the work they'd come up with so far would be for nothing. At least they'd have the main part of the nanoprobe program stored. "Right" he replied with a nod, "so back to square one. But there is some good news to be had. It appears that this process is only applicable to deactivated nanoprobes that reactivate. Not to active nanoprobes that remain active." "We do still have the program that was on these nanoprobes. I doubt they'd change the entire thing. Maybe they'd be less protected against an older program. They might not be expecting a modification of the older data..." she said, thinking out loud again. "Good work though, that'll save us making that mistake again. Start analysing the data we got - maybe we can still make something out of it." she said, joining him to sift through the information they'd collected. ~Borg Nanoprobes... The tiniest of robotic, artificial lifeforms. Able to modify all biological organisms to suit their own specifications. If only we could tap into their ability to adapt. To... block their... updates...~ "I've got it." she exclaimed. "Everyone. We need to find out how they transmit the code updates. We can force all nanoprobes in an area to update with *our* code if we re-activate these probes again, and interfere with their updating process." She said, with a grin of inginuity. "We're going to update them with a self replicating virus." (Reply any/all) Written by Andy Jones --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1651) In the time it took Jacobs to escape Engineering, rendez vous with the command staff in the Observation loung, and then make it to Sick Bay it had not occurred to him that his body was extremely tired. It had appeared that he was running on adrenaline since the Borg drone slashed him across the eye. While Lt. Jackson began his plan details for reclaiming shipwide communications Lt. Raschen joined the group. “It has been the better part of 48 hours since the Borg attacked. I understand being scared, I am too. But who has been hitting the stimulants, and who has been cheating with the cat naps here and there. I for one am a cheater with the naps." Looking over in his direction Jacobs began to speak, "Well actually, I think this injury has been the only thing driving me. Down in engineering there is a lack of stimulant hyprosprays and well the Borg didn't give us any time to take naps." (reply any) As the others beagn to speak Henry scanned the space around him and noticed that the group tasked with reclaiming communications was steadily growing. The person he noticed in particular was the security officer Eva Saint - Jean. He had not seen her since the blackout on Starbase 989 and just had not had the time to see how she was doing. From the blackout straight to the joint mission with the Rosenante to intercept and evaluate the Borg activity in the Dovek system. With a nod he greeted her when she finally look up and in his direction. (reply Eva, iym) Jacobs attention returned to the current mission as Lt. Jackson began to speak. "I’ve used the stimulants and yes I am very tired as well. Once we get the Comms back up – we’ll rotate sleep times. We’ll need to get some type of food as well.” “O.K. now to the nitty gritty – how do we approach this? Jackson asked. "Are we just trying to reestablish shipwide communications or are we actually trying to send out a message for help?" (reply Jackson) "It seems like we have more than enough here to split our efforts to push to the comm-suite from two directions. Once we are there I shouldn't have an issue with restoring the comms, its a matter of how much power is there and removing any Borg technology they may have installed." (reply Jackson, any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Combat Nurse – E’Mpak- 1835) E’Mpak had placed her phaser rifle and bat’leth close by as she assited with anouther influx of patients. ~Nearly finished~ She kept glanced at the main door as it opened. The last thing she wanted was for th eborg to stom sickbay. She looked up fro the patient as Emily Graatz came beside her and told her that Jackson wanted her. She nodded and as she finished with the dermal regenorator. “Its just healed so take it easy on it okay.” As she stood up she picked up her weapons and weaved her way through the wounded to where Jackson and the others were. “You wanted me sir?” (Reply Jackson) (Reply Jackson, Trei,Jacobs any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Deck 10 Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS Day 5 1848) Tom was glad to see his old friend Chance. He was most definitely a pirate at heart but Jackson knew he could count on him in a tight place. “Chance, you are welcome to join the party” Tom added. “Your suggestions about sleep and food are well taken” Jackson added. (Reply: Chance) Chance looked a bit odd suddenly and added “It has been the better part of 48 hours since the Borg attacked. I understand being scared, I am too. But who has been hitting the stimulants, and who has been cheating with the cat naps here and there. I for one am a cheater with the naps." (Reply: Any team member) Tom waited before replying allowing the others to speak if they so wished. “I’ve used the stimulants and yes I am very tired as well. Once we get the Comms back up – we’ll rotate sleep times. We’ll need to get some type of food as well” Tom added, (Reply: any present) “O.K. now to the nitty gritty – how do we approach this? Jackson asked. (Reply: Team) As they talked a bit tom issued some instructions. “Mr. Trei you, Lt Raschen and E’Mpak , check our weapons – add what ever you, Lieutenant Raschen and Mr. Rosenbauer suggest. Mr. Rosenbauer, please have some one gather food and water sufficient for our team. Everyone let’s try not to overload but get what we need . (Reply: named souls) “Ok I can’t think of anything else. Can any of you?” Tom asked (reply: team) (Posted by: Bill W. ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Deck 10 – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer /COPS Day 5 1850) The discussion about the communication plan started fleshing itself out. Several people added their thought. One of the junior officers, an Ensign named Jacobs, made a suggestion that Jackson liked. “It seems like we have more than enough here to split our efforts to push to the comm-suite from two directions. Once we are there I shouldn't have an issue with restoring the comms, its a matter of how much power is there and removing any Borg technology they may have installed” Jacobs stated. “Ok. I think that an excellent suggestion Mr. Jacobs. Ms. Saint Jean , I want you to lead one of the two assault teams pick your team. Chance, you’ve got the other. I will go with Ms. Saint Jean's team. Are there any questions?” Tom asked. (Reply: Team) “O.K. I want to move out in 20 minutes. If there are no questions, let’s move out” Tom said. (Reply: Team) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 10- CSec- Lieutenant Chance Raschen- 1851) "...Ms. Saint Jean, I want you to lead one of the two assault teams pick your team. Chance, you’ve got the other. I will go with Ms. Saint Jean's team. Are there any questions?” Tom asked. "I have two actually sir. 1.)I hope you realize that once we take the comm-suite that we will have to occupy, operate, and withstand siege from the Borg when they try to take it again?" Chance addressed Jackson while at the same time directing his comments to everyone on both squads. (Reply Jackson, any) "And the second question; with there being only 2 entrances into that suite, which one do you want my squad to take?" The ship's Security Chief asked as he hooked the thumb of his left hand into his belt. (Reply Jackson (room for more?)) "Roger that." Raschen acknowledged. “O.K. I want to move out in 20 minutes." Tom said. Suddenly Chance started to laugh a little. (Reply any) "I was just thinking that if we succeed in taking the suite and hold off the Borg then Tom, because history only has room for one 'Stonewall' Jackson, you might start being known as 'Brickwall' Jackson." He said laughing as he patted his friend on the back. (Reply Jackson) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10 - Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1852) Tom Jackson had finished his instructions. His old friend Chance asked a question he had not considered. Tom thought a bit and gave his reply. “Good point Chance – something I had not really considered” Jackson admitted. After a moment’s consideration, Tom replied “ You take the back door. Avoid Borg contact if at all possible until you make you assault Chance” Tom added. (Reply: Chance) “Ms. Saint Jean, we’ll take the front door and see what we can do” Tom stated. (Reply: Eva) Chance began to chuckle and Tom turned to look at his close friend when he said "I was just thinking that if we succeed in taking the suite and hold off the Borg then Tom, because history only has room for one 'Stonewall' Jackson, you might start being known as 'Brick wall' Jackson." He said laughing as he patted his friend on the back. Tom shook his head and laughed deeply. The laugh felt like a cleansing bath, Jackson added “More like Dumb wall Chance” and headed off to tend to some things he needed to do as well. (Reply: any present) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Docking Port - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1853) Romanoff stood guard at the docking port for both ships waiting for anyone to come along so that he may assist them. The only souls that passed through were security officers that were just running routine search and destroy tactics to locate any Borg that may have been lurking in the area. As the situation stood Romanoff was becoming agitated because he had not been able to help since the crash on Dovek II. He was determined to prove his worth and not be cast off as just another scienc officer. ~I guess this area is already secured. Im sure the Borg aren't going to make their way through to here, especially so close to the temporary command post. I did see others heading off to Sick Bay, maybe I can lend a hand down there.~ With a hand phaser on each hip Romanoff soldiered on downt he corridors, still vigilant, towards Sick Bay. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1854) Lt. Jackson had agreed to the propostion that Henry had made and the team selection was delegated to two of the security officers in attendance. Jacobs needed to make sure he was physically prepared for the incursion of the comm-suite so he grabbed one of the adrenaline stimulants from a table and took the suggested amount. Pressing the hyprospray to his neck Henry began to feel his body responding to the stimulant. The energizing feeling he felt soon faded once he realized that his entire body had not responded. The was now no feeling at all in the eye that had been scarred just hours before. Jacobs made his way back to the group and positioned himself next to Eva, hoping that while the two teams selection was made he would end up working alongside Eva. ~I wonder what she has seen since we were last together. Then again it was just one kiss, she prolly doesnt even remember. Dont be an idiot.~ "How have you been?" he asked her. (reply Eva) As he listened to her speak he has noticed that even more people had fillled the space of sick bay. Listening but surveying the area he notice another Ensign volunteer his services to drive back the Borg from the comm-suite. He was wielding two hand phasers and a phaser rifle. Oddly enough he seemed to be in quite rested as if he had not even seen or engaged with the Borg since they have been onboard. Jacobs heard Ensign Romanoff report in and ask Lt. Jackson if his services could be used in any way. (reply any) (Posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sick Bay, SO Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 5, 1855) Eva had noticed Henry almost as soon as she had the opportunity to take a good look around. He looked as if he'd seen hell and back, which considering the circumstances, wasn't at all unbelievable. She'd been with the Maniacs fighting through the engineering decks and to be honest, she wasn't entirely focused on the action that was raging all around her. She knew that Henry had been sent down to the Rosenante's Main Engineering compartment to aid in it's defense, and that thought had pervaded her mind the entire time that she had been trying to help fight off the Borg. Now, that she knew he was safe from immediate harm, she felt some sort of weight lift-off from her shoulders and dissipate into thin air. She wasn't certain how or why she had that feeling, they'd only just talked for a short time on the Starbase, but somehow, she felt that she knew him, and the chemistry that had sparked between them during that fateful New Year's Eve kiss was still lingering somewhere in the recesses of her mind. ~Geeze girl, it was just a single kiss...~ she reminded herself as she squeezed her eyes closed to get her bearings. ~You're a Ranger, there's no time for this sort of romantic nonsense.~ When she opened her eyes, he was standing right in front of her. He gave her a quick friendly nod of acknowledgement and she found herself both smiling and blushing slightly at the same time. She snapped her attention back to the mission at hand. Listening as Henry suggested a two-pronged attack against the commsuite, and Jackson agreed. The second officer placed her in command of the primary breach team, leading hem through the main entry to the suite. That suited her just fine, she preferred a straight and direct fight. “Ok. I think that an excellent suggestion Mr. Jacobs. Ms. Saint Jean , I want you to lead one of the two assault teams pick your team. Chance, you’ve got the other. I will go with Ms. Saint Jean's team. Are there any questions?” Tom asked. "More a statement, sir. We've recently discovered that the use of the EM-22CC nonlethal pulse weapon is particularly effective against the Borg currently. We only have three of them on the ship, as they are more of a crowd control item, and it looks like we can't get any more replicated since the Borg have taken control of the industrial replicators on the engineering decks." "Basically, the way the weapon works is it pulses a series of biomagnetic pulses at the target, which causes the subjects neural impulses to become irratic for a short while. during this time normally we would be able to move in and subdue the subject, but the Borg recover too quickly for that." "However, they don't seem to be able to adapt because the frequency affects the biological portions of their brains. With a fire team of two, one with the EM-22CC and another with a standard phaser, the Borg become easier to handle. Two problems. First the EM-22CC is slow to recharge, you get about 2 shots every minute and it's unwieldy. Second, it doesn't seem to work on some of the more hearty species that have been converted to tactical drones." "Basically, the fire team hits their target with the EM-22CC and then the phaser man finishes them off while they are unable to adapt. It's down and dirty but it works. I have one, One is in place at the Observation lounge and the other is somewhere aboard the Boudicca." (reply Jackson, Raschen iyw) "O.K. I want to move out in 20 minutes. If there are no more questions, let's move out." Jackson commanded. Henry looked up at her and asked, "How have you been?" "I've had better days." she answered him honestly."We lost Mosh in a fight with the Borg. I've known him for years." (reply Jacobs) "It's alright, he died in the best way possible. Taking out a half dozen of those cold-hearted bastard cyborgs." she replied with a little bite to her voice. "And you? Looks like you're a little worse for wear..." she said allowing her voice to trail off, although it was clear she was referring to the bandage over his eye. (reply Jacobs) "Henry...I..." she took a deep breath to settle herself before continuing, "I'm glad you're okay. I was... concerned." (reply Jacobs) She smiled at him and placed her left hand on his right cheek. "It's good to see you again." she added, before turning away to select her team. "Jacobs, Jackson, Trei, you're with me. That leaves T'Vyr, Romanoff and Raschen on the other team." She said clearly. "If anyone else want to join up to join this Rodeo, speak up now." "I'll go!" Tyrone stated from his biobed. Eva frowned, "Other than Cooper?" she added. (reply Any SPC/NPC wishing to go along) She turned back to Jackson, who had been speaking to Lieutenant Raschen. "Ready to move when you are sir." she reported. (reply Jackson, Raschen, Jacobs, Any SPC/NPC attending, Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10 - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 18.55) LT Jackson gathered Detron, LT Rashen, LT Roseenbauer, and E'Mpah for a mission to the COMM center to get Communications back on line. Jackson lamented about being tired and needing food soon. Going on with less sleep was nothing new to him. He had to endure this condition many times during warrior training but it did feel a bit more taxing than usual. He armed his Battlaff and his hand phaser along with some other surprises. He turned to Jackson. "Ready sir. He waited for the group to be ready. (Reply Jackson, Rashen, Rosenbauer, and E'Mpah) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 10- CSec- Lieutenant Chance Raschen- 1858) "Basically, the fire team hits their target with the EM-22CC and then the phaser man finishes them off while they are unable to adapt. It's down and dirty but it works. I have one, One is in place at the Observation lounge and the other is somewhere aboard the Boudicca." As the Privateer heard the suggestion, he quickly made a slicing motion across his own neck and stated "Screw that, I just spent 30+ hours fighting for survival like I did when I went by the name Temerarious and not like a Starfleet officer. I am not willing to go traipsing all over 1 or 2 ships to get a non-lethal crowd control weapon that MIGHT be good for 6 shoots each in this fight. Because I won't do it, I will argue against someone else doing it. "You want down and dirty little lady; you pop the bastards at point blank range. They don't have time to analyze the shot for its freq in order to set and raise its shields. Also stabbing them in the organic portion of their brain by way of their eye socket works also." (Reply Saint-Jean, any present) (Room for more) "O.K. I want to move out in 20 minutes. If there are no more questions, let's move out." Jackson commanded. There were a few side conversations before Saint-Jean sounded off with "Jacobs, Jackson, Trei, you're with me. That leaves T'Vyr, Romanoff and Raschen on the other team." She said clearly. "If anyone else want to join up to join this Rodeo, speak up now." "I'll go!" Tyrone stated from his bio-bed. Eva frowned, "Other than Cooper?" she added. (reply Any SPC/NPC wishing to go along) ~that is messed up.~ Chance thought. Then turning toward Rosenbauer "Mike, if you agree that Tyrone is up to this and he has your approval; I'll take him. (Reply Rosenbauer) She turned back to Jackson, who had been speaking to Lieutenant Raschen. "Ready to move when you are sir." she reported. Chance nodded an acknowledgment toward the younger officer as he made one last comment to his friend before they all moved out "Tom, don't forget about the hard wired bypass and access codes." (Reply Jackson iyw) "T'Vyr, Romanoff, anyone else who cares to go with me; let's move out." Raschen commanded. (Reply T'Vyr, Romanoff, any) (reply Jackson, T'Vyr, Romanoff, Saint-Jean, Rosenbauer, Any SPC/NPC attending, Any) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1859) Romanoff walked in to what could only be described as the aftermath of destruction. So many wounded and injured crew members occupied the limited space of Sick Bay. Every single medical bed was occupied some even had more than one person atop of them. The medical staff were moving around frantically to lend whatever assistance they could and ease any pain while maintaining sanity in the face almost certain defeat. To his right he saw all the able bodied officers grouped together reviewing a plan of attack to reclaim the ship, in particular the comm-suite. If they were successful they would restore shipwide communications and be able to better coordinate the attack on the Borg and monitor the location and movement of those remainign onboard. Nickolas recognized Lt. Jackson from the Boudicca and approached him. "Ensign Romanoff reporting in sir. " (reply Jackson) "Sir, I'd be more than willing to lend a hand with whatever you need. It would appear my services weren't needed anywhere else on the ship." (reply Jackson) "It seems like I haven't helped out at all since this mission had started. Just looking to do my part!" (reply any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - ACEO Ensgin(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1902) Henry got a response out of her, "I've had better days." she answered him honestly."We lost Mosh in a fight with the Borg. I've known him for years." "I am very sorry to hear that," Henry promtly responded. " I am just glad to see that you are ok. There been quite a few distractions since New Years." She responded by paying homage to the man and his ability. She continued talking with Henry until her attention returned to the mission at hand. "And you? Looks like you're a little worse for wear..." she said allowing her voice to trail off, although it was clear she was referring to the bandage over his eye. "What this thing? Well to tell you the truth I dont have any feeling in the general area of my eye, but im not gonna let that stop me. We have to drive these Borg off the ship." Henry watched as she took command of one of the strike teams and to his pleasure she had chosen him to travel with her to the comm-suite. The two teams were formed and it was a matter of minutes before both teams headed out to retake ship wide communications. (Reply none) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------