Compile#33 September 28-31 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Once More Into the Breach Day 5 Stardate: Age of Makto Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - CMO, Lt jg Kimiko Ichijo - Day 5, 1314) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.55) (USS Rosenante, Biohazard lab 1 - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1502) (USS Rosenante - Outside Biohazard Lab / Isolation Bay -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1503) (USS Rosenante, Sick Bay - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1505) (USS Rosenante - Biohazard Lab/Isolation Bay - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 1507) (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - CMO, Lt jg Kimiko Ichijo - Day 5, 1508) (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1509) (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1510) (USS Rosenante, Turbolift Shaft, Lieutenant jg Sanok, 1515) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Isolation Lab - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 1516) (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1519) (USS Rosenante - Biohazard Lab/ Isolation Bay - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 5- 1520) (USS Boudicca, Biohazard Lab, Assistant Chief Science Officer, Ensign (JG) Vanik, 15:21) (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on the Rosenante - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1537) (USS Rosenante - Deck 20 - Marine Armory - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1540) (USS Rosenante - Marine Armory - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 15.45) (USS Rosenante - Deck 20 - Marine Armory - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1555) (USS Rosenante - Deck 7 - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1720) (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on Deck 10 - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan & SCPO Nathan Fuller - 1731) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - ICU - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan - 1742) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1745) (USS Rosenante/USS Boudicca - Docking Port - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 -1831) (USS Rosenante/USS Boudicca - Docking Port - SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 5 -1832) (USS Rosenante - Docking Port - Security Officer Rayne Showers - 1836) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1901) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1906) (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1918) (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-Suite - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1927) (USS Rosenante Deck 9 Commo Suite – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1947) (USS Rosenante Deck 9 Commo Suite – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1950) (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1951) (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1952) (USS Rosenante - CommSuite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 19.55) (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 2000) (USS Rosenante- Comm Suite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 2010) (USS Rosenante, Deck 9- CommSuite, SO Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 5, 2012) (USS Rosenante- Deck 9 - Comm Suite- LT Tom Jackson - 2nd Officer / COPS - Day 5 - 2013) (USS Rosenante - CommSuite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 20.15) (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-suite - ACE Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs and Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 2018) (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-suite - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 2027) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, CO Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 5, 2028) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, CEO Lt. Steven Matrix , Day 5, 2031) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - CMO, Lt jg Kimiko Ichijo - Day 5, 1314) The short asian doctor lay on her couch trying to will herself to sleep, even if only for an hour. The next shift was in and headway was being made against the tide of causalities. Kimiko sat up, it was useless to pretend to sleep and a waste of time to lay in bed hoping that sleep would just happen along. Kimiko stood and left her office, the sickbay appeared as much as she left it only fifteen minutes before. Dr Samas was standing over a procedure at bed three. Kimiko walked to the main console quickly, hoping to avoid the older doctor’s eye, but her hope was in vain. Craig looked up and his eyes narrowed. The man leaned over and stated something to the doctor running the trauma. The younger Andorian nodded and her aCMO walked towards her. ~Crap, I’m in for it now. Why do I always feel like a naughty child when he gets that look on his face, I outrank him~ Kimiko thought. Not that rank meant much in sickbay. In this case, rank was not a measure of experience or age and Kimiko knew that Samas had a point. “Doctor” Craig stated “Doctor” Kimiko replied neutrally. “I thought that you were going to get some sleep?” “I couldn’t sleep” Kimiko stated, loathing to admit any weakness “It is very difficult, what with you standing out here on the floor” was the dry return. Kimiko took note of a female crewman in an engineering uniform; who was carried in and placed on a free biobed. “I am needed here” Kimiko stated “It is a waste of my time and talents to be laying on the couch, when there is so much to be done.” “I’m sure that the Captain would agree with you, what is it? ninety-five hours. Kimiko, I am concerned; it is a race to see if you crash or kill someone. I have no intention of seeing either. So you have a choice.” The ACMO stated “You can…” “Chief!” The raised voice cut through the conversation Kimiko gave a muffled oath. “Just a minute” she stated as she rushed to the bed of the patient. Kimiko glanced at the screen displaying the woman vitals and saw that they were completely out of range. The brain activity was noticeably reduced; the heart rate was through the roof as well as the body temp. There was only one cause for this reaction. “She is in the process of being assimilated.” Kimiko stated. She had, on several occasions, thought about what steps she could take to arrest the assimilation process and, perhaps, even reverse it and while there was no way as of yet to reverse the process, she had an idea how to fight it to a standstill. This was the first occasion, that she found, where the process was caught early enough to have a chance of working. “I need chilling blankets, chilled saline – full bore onboard.” Kimiko called out and stepped out of the way, so that the patient could be draped with the blanket. She bumped into a security officer who had a phaser upholstered. “Move, stand over there somewhere.” Dr Ichijo ordered as she pointed vaguely to a corner. “Prep twelve micrograms of Cintaflax and seventeen micrograms of Darvopro. Now people” she added as several of the staff stood still staring at the engineering officer with horror. Kimiko hoped by inducing therapeutic hypothermia, she could slow the advance of the nanites long enough to filter them out of the blood. Kimiko watched as the vitals dropped slower then she liked, but they dropped. She had come up with a way to monitor the activity of the nanites by measuring the magnetic field of the body and it appeared that the field was weakening at the same rate as vitals lowered. Now to figure out a way to filter the blood. The doctor recalled a Varacnor that was about the size of an elephant and was exposed to heavy metals. The blood had far higher plasma content and the animal had a slower heart rate. The only reason that Kimiko had read about the procedure was that Huey was the offspring of Blossom, a resident in the Tokyo Zoo. ~What did they do?~ Kimiko thought “Ah, I need a bypass with a continuous flow centrifugation set up for plasma exchange with an exchange rate of one and a quarter liters per hour.” Kimiko stated. Now all there was to do is wait. (Reply none) (Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.55) Detron held Signos one moment and then she broke free. She said something about her name was Lilly and she bolted out the door. He was not amused with this game of chase so he would punish her for it greatly. "I will handle this. Be ready to control her when I get back." He ran out of Sickbay --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Biohazard lab 1 - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1502) "Ma'am the computer is identifying almost six hundred separate programs running through out the first sample. It seems that at first take that the nanoprobes are actually segregated into specific tasks and functions. I'll start trying to figure out which programs are going to which task groups so we can be more selective if you'd like. It would help if someone could identify different nanoprobe configurations and then help us determine possible function based on configuration?" Isra listened to Pem's description of the nanoprobes as she prepared the computer for reprogramming them. She looked up when he finished, with a grin. "They're almost making this too easy." she said, walking over to join him. They poured over the programs and calculations that the computer had drawn from the nanoprobes, each time there was a connection, the nanoprobes tried to move towards the source of it to assimilate it, but the forcefields kept them back. "Here." Isra said suddenly, pausing the computer and pointing at a piece of code. "This is an attack code." she said, recognising the functions it called up. "These are the only ones we need to modify. If we tell it that nanoprobes are viruses, it'll attack them." she said, isolating the code and sending it to her PADD. (reply Pem, iyw) Instinctively, she held the pad in her left hand, the wrist of which was very much still broken. As she started tapping away on it, she dropped it, with a yelp of pain. (reply any) "I'm fine... Just got caught up in the moment and forgot about my wrist..." she said, checking the hypospray, and forcing it to give her another shot of painkiller. ~I hope this doesn't react with the stimulant...~ she thought as she did so, then returned to the project at hand. "The other option is to just program some to spread out around the body, and ionise them. Then any nanoprobes to be injected would be repelled by the ionised ones, and not be able to infect anything." she said. "Just we'd have to not give them to already assimilated people... the effect could be rather... explosive." She mentally cringed as her mind imagined the explosive effect. (reply pem) "For people already assimilated, we'd need a program to reverse the process, to turn on the biological functions." she mused. "I need to check with the doctor, we may be able to skip that bit if they can get the body working again." she said, disappearing for a moment. "start work on the attack code.. we can use the deactivated probes from the dead drone as test dummies." she said as she left the lab, heading for sickbay. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Outside Biohazard Lab / Isolation Bay -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1503) Once Eian was completely secure and Trei and dealt with Signos, Ben moved to the corridor outside the Isolation Bay. The look that Jessica had given him had been one of pain, he didn't like reporting her but he had no choice. If she was injected with nanoprobes it was better they found out now rather then later, she was a security risk and they had to address the situation and get her the appropriate help. He sealed the door to the lab and stood guard as ordered. He wasn't fond of standing idly by but he did have orders to follow. He wondered where Sanok was and whether he was safe, should they have fought the drones together? It didn't help to second guess oneself but he couldn't help it. He pledged to safeguard his friends life, at the time he thought he had taken the best course of action but now he wondered if he should have done differently. He had left his friend in the jeffries tubes to fend for himself, hardly how one would safeguard a life. This mission had been difficult for all involved but for him that much more. He was actually surprised that he was able to keep a level head during the course of the mission. Years ago had he found himself in a conflict with the Borg he would have gone off half cocked seeking revenge for his parents, most likely resulting in his death. For a samurai that would have been acceptable, to die in battle with an enemy was an honorable death a warriors death. Though he was trained in the ways of the samurai he wasn't one, his priority's had changed in recent years, he hadn't completed the training or devoted his life to the way of Bushido. There was a time he wanted to but after his parents accident he could no longer continue his training, he was conflicted and in doubt. He had put that all behind him, or so he had thought. Now everything he had fought to deal with and put behind him was fighting to break the surface once again. This mission had brought back some painful memories, then there was Eian. He had called him a thing, something inhuman and not worthy or a name. He had become friends with the young engineer, they both shared a passion for the martial arts. Eian had also helped him and Sanok solve a murder, his help had been a great benefit. Now seeing him on the bed in the isolation lab Ben couldn't help but wonder if Eian would ever recover. The damage he sustained was severe, the nanoprobes in his system were probably the only thing that kept him from dying in the explosion, had he been human he would have died that close to the blast. He wanted this to end, he hoped it was a nightmare that he would soon wake up from. When he woke he wanted to be by Marah's side, he wanted his parents to be in transporter range. He wanted his friends to be safe, he wanted to Borg gone. Unfortunately he knew this was no dream, his joints told him this was real, the gash in his arm told him this was real, the need for sleep told him this was real. This was no dream, he wouldn't wake to see Marah slumbering beside him, Eian would still be a drone, Jessica would still be what ever she was, Sanok would still be in danger and his parents would still be dead. The best he could hope for was a happier ending. (reply any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sick Bay - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1505) "Doctor Ichijo?" Isra asked, looking around for her. She'd only seen her for a moment earlier, but it had barely been enough to recognise her at a glance. (Reply Ichijo) "Have you got a minute to spare?" Isra asked first, not wanting to intrude if she were busy. (reply Ichijo, iyw) "If we were to give you a Borg drone without any nanoprobes..." she started asking, gauging her reaction as she spoke, "would you be able to restart their biological functions?" she finished, trying to find out if they even needed to worry about restarting functions with more nanoprobe programs. (reply Ichijo) Written by Andy Jones --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Biohazard Lab/Isolation Bay - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 1507) Finally Lt Matrix had reported in to Josh and whilst taking him over and introducing him to the scientists who had been working on O'Neill she filled him in on what they hoped to accomplish. As he began working with the scientists Josh walked away. What they were doing was not her speciality and to be honest she wasn't sure how she could help them or even if she could, however something that Ensign Caliel said finally caught her attention regarding O'Neill needing to be treated by a doctor and that snapped her out of the mental fug she had been in. "Don't worry about that Ensign that is something that I can and will take care off." Crossing over to the far wall she began to put together a medical kit and once that was done and she was about to start treating O'Neill Josh eventually cursed herself for the fool that she was. She was standing here wishing that she had a nurse here to help her and she hadn't realised that help was only a thought away. "Computer please initiate the Emergency Medical Holographic Program." He materialised but not the one Josh was used to. Kimiko had obviously updated the system to her requirements since she had taken over since the Mark 3 Vulcan appeared rather than the Mark 1 that Josh preferred. Updating him quickly on what she planned to do they started working to repair as much of O'Neill's injuries as they could. Putting her hand on O'Neill's shoulder she spoke to him. "Eian, we are going to try to treat as much of your injuries as we can. I can't knock you out as I normally would since we might need you conscious for a while, however I will give you something that will help with the pain. Please try to bear with us and hopefully this will be over shortly and we will send you to sickbay as soon as we can." (Reply O'Neill, anyone) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - CMO, Lt jg Kimiko Ichijo - Day 5, 1508) Dr Ichijo, padd in hand, made her rounds through the sick bay. Besides the previous excitement the bay had been quiet. It seemed that this deck was some kind of rallying point for a large portion of the crew, which pushed the specter of invasion to the back of Kimiko’s mind. Kimiko headed towards the the next Biobed. "Doctor Ichijo?" A soft voice sound behind her. Kimiko turned and noticed the science officer behind her, the woman appeared to be human, but there was something that appeared to be different, Kimiko was not familiar with her so it was likely that she was from the Boudicca. Kimiko looked up at her, of course, she was taller than her. ~I should be getting used to it.~ “Yes..” Kimiko stated interrogatively "Have you got a minute to spare?" The woman asked. Kimiko looked over at the bed where a new patient was being attended to, it appeared that things were in hand. Kimiko turned back to the newcomer. “Certainly, it seems for the moment, my time is yours” Kimiko replied “Ms…” (Reply Caliel) "If we were to give you a Borg drone without any nanoprobes..." The science officer asked. "would you be able to restart their biological functions?" Kimiko thought for a second. “Nanoprobes?” She asked ‘There are quite a few different types. A number of them are required to maintain homeostasis, depending on their racial template and function. Despite the appearance of uniformity, each Borg that I have viewed or studied is biologically and mechanically unique.” Kimiko scanned the room, satisfied, she continued. “Some have complete dependence on their mechanical components, while others are able to ‘survive’ without function control devices; however I have found that the older the drone, the greater the dependence on their mechanical processes.” Kimiko paused and at the woman’s silence, supplied. “I guess the answer to your question is- it depends and maybe. Sorry I can’t be more precise” (Reply Caliel) “I see. Well, I would be more than happy to try.” Kimiko stated. Her sharp eyes took in the cast on Caliel’s arm and her slight glazed eyes and dilated pupils. The science officer was one of the walking wounded and apparently drugged. ~Tend to your own field, Miko~ The doctor thought, it wasn’t as if as if Kimiko didn’t have far more chemical flowing though her veins. “How are you feeling?” Kimiko asked (Reply Caliel) “I have a moment if you would like me to take a look at it” Kimiko offered (Reply Caliel) (Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1509) "Here" she said pointing at a segment of the data as it scrolled across the screen. Pembrook froze it and extracted it from the data stream. "This is an attack code. these are the only ones we need to modify. if we tell it that nanoprobes are viruses, it'll attack them." "Okay, I'll buy that." Pem said with a thoughtful nod. "but we don't know how the nanoprobes discriminate between virus and other structures. I'll work on that aspect of the coding. Maybe I can spot the sequence." She switched the PADD to her left hand and winced with the pain. "You alright there, sir?" Carter asked. "I'm fine... Just got caught up in the moment and forgot about my wrist..." she said, seriously "The other option is to just program some to spread out around the body, and ionize them. Then any nanoprobes to be injected would be repelled by the ionized ones, and not be able to infect anything." she said. "Just we'd have to not give them to already assimilated people... the effect could be rather... explosive." "Nothing personal sir, but that sounds not only messy but outright dangerous." he replied, his mind imagining all the guts and blood splattered everywhere. "For people already assimilated, we'd need a program to reverse the process, to turn on the biological functions." she mused. "I need to check with the doctor, we may be able to skip that bit if they can get the body working again." she said, disappearing for a moment in thought. Pem nodded in agreement. Her reasoning made sense. "Start work on the attack code.. we can use the deactivated probes from the dead drone as test dummies." she said as she left the lab, heading for sickbay. "Aye sir." Pem replied and went back to work. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Sick Bay - ACSO Ensign Isra Caliel - Day 5, 1510) Isra had walked to sickbay, and apparently had found the doctor she was after. She recognised the name from when she'd been there earlier, with Tom Jackson. “Yes..” Kimiko stated interrogatively "Have you got a minute to spare?" Isra asked. Kimiko looked over at the bed where a new patient was being attended to, but then turned back. “Certainly, it seems for the moment, my time is yours” Kimiko replied “Ms…” "I'm Isra." she said, I've been working in the biohazard lab..." Isra began, then continued. "If we were to give you a Borg drone without any nanoprobes... would you be able to restart their biological functions?" There was a noticeable pause. Isra assumed that she was thinking about it. ~I can't say I blame her... She's probably working on as little rest as me.~ “Nanoprobes?” She asked "There are quite a few different types. A number of them are required to maintain homeostasis, depending on their racial template and function. Despite the appearance of uniformity, each Borg that I have viewed or studied is biologically and mechanically unique.” The doctor looked around the room, Isra waited for her though, and scratched her wrist. “Some have complete dependence on their mechanical components, while others are able to ‘survive’ without function control devices; however I have found that the older the drone, the greater the dependence on their mechanical processes.” "..." Isra replied. Not an answer that she wanted, nor was it one that made her job any easier. “I guess the answer to your question is- it depends and maybe. Sorry I can’t be more precise” "hmm..." Isra mused, "I'm not surprised, really. We're working on a way to destroy nanoprobes to return assimilated crew to us... We've got Eian in there." she said, her mind working on ways to do it without damaging the assimilated organs. “I see. Well, I would be more than happy to try.” Kimiko stated. Her sharp eyes took in the cast on Caliel’s arm and her slight glazed eyes and dilated pupils. The science officer was one of the walking wounded and apparently drugged. “How are you feeling?” Kimiko asked. Isra's subconscious saw the doctor look at her arm, but her conscious mind didn't pick up on it. "In a word? Wired." Isra replied, with half a chuckle. The mixture of stimulants and painkillers wreaking havoc with her internal clock, but hopefully not her judgement. “I have a moment if you would like me to take a look at it” Kimiko offered "Oh! you mean my arm!" Isra said, figuring out what the doctor had meant. "I can't feel a thing, whatever is in this spray is great." she added, but nevertheless allowed her to take a look at it. "It happened earlier today, a Borg drone shattered most of the bones in that area..." Isra explained, but assumed that the details would have been logged by the computer. "To be honest, what I need more than stimms or painkillers is rest, like everyone else." she said quietly. In her drugged state, her mind kept running over the code she'd seen from the nanoprobes program. ~coded to be attracted to haemoglobin...~ she thought, tossing it over in her mind. ~Maybe the doc would have an idea about that.~ (reply Ichijo) Written by Andy --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Turbolift Shaft, Lieutenant jg Sanok, 1515) Sanok had slowly climbed the ladder up the shaft, stopping at each deck to do some quick scouting. Oddly, the Borg activity, at least where he was, seemed to have decreased. Whatever they had planned, it seemed they were now implementing it, rather than trying to seize more of the ship. Of course, as was typical, when Sanok was scouting the area around the lift on deck 3, he encountered more drones. With only one course of action, he retreated back into the shaft, placing a quick security encryption on the door. He resumed ascending. Unfortunately, the doors on deck 2 opened and a tactical drone leaned into the shaft, swinging his disruptor arm wards Sanok, who quickly grabbed the drone and pulled. The Borg hurtled down the shaft, crashing onto the top of the lift he had locked into place seven decks below. Listening for more Borg, he heard their heavy footfalls approaching, so he reached into the carryall he had slung over his shoulder and grabbed a photon grenade. He tossed it from the shaft onto deck 2, where it exploded. Small pieces of Borg, both organic and mechanical, flew into past him. Below him, he heard pounding on the door from deck 3. This wasn't good. The Borg that had seen him on deck 3, had likely passed that information to those on deck 2. They were probably also waiting for him on deck 1 as well. The only logical thing to do, was to go back down. Quickly descending, he stopped to place a photon grenade at deck 3, though instead of letting it explode in a few seconds, he set it with a proximity fuse. Sure enough, when he was passing deck 7, the Borg got through the door on 3, and set off the grenade. More pieces of Borg rained upon him. While on Earth, Sanok had learned that some Humans considered 7 to be a lucky number, so on a whim, he chose that deck to exit the shaft. Things were quiet, so he darted through the corridors, trying to find a way to get to the command center in the observation lounge. It might take him all day, but he was going to get there. (reply any) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Isolation Lab - aFO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 1516) Josh and the EMH had finally done as much as they could for the patient on the table. They could indeed have done more but that would have interfered with what Ensign Caliel and the rest of her team were doing. She turned to Caliel. "Ensign is this going to take much longer. To be honest there is nothing else medically we can do for our patient here. I do not have the wherewithall to even keep him alive at present unless we send him to Sickbay. (Reply Caliel) Getting her reply from Caliel Josh walked around the table and touched Ensign Vanik on the shoulder. "Ensign. A moment of your time if your please." she asked and drew him away from the group. Once they had moved a discreet distance away Josh turned to Vanik. "Ensign I have an order for you. I am concerned regarding how secure any nanites we extract may be. This lab is capable of being jettisoned as you are well aware and Lt Soma is standing by on the other side to do so at the first sign of trouble. I will be responsible for jettisoning it this side as well, however, if nanites should escape and if I am compromised I am formally ordering you to jettison this lab. You are the one person I can trust to do this since, you as a Vulcan understand this order and will obey it without question. Do I make myself clear how important this order is Ensign?" (Reply Vanik) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, BioHazard Lab 1, SciO CPO Pembrook Carter, Day 5, 1519) "That's odd." Pem muttered. "They're shutting down." He stood up, checking his code again looking for some error in his data string when O'Neill suddenly jerked in a series of convulsions that might well have broken his back if he hadn't been so completely assimilated. ~Stars and Stones!~ "He's dying! The probes are shutting down! Doctor Caskie if we lose him, we lose the research! We'll have to get another drone. You've got to save him, somehow!" Pembrook called (reply all present) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Biohazard Lab/ Isolation Bay - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 5- 1520) It was a time of great struggle. Wars were being waged on all fronts. Eian realized that--he realized it quite literally. From the war waged on the ship against the Borg, to the war inside each newly assimilated person where white blood cells fought...and lost against...the nanoprobes, there wasn't a single person on either ship who wasn't experiencing a massive struggle. For some, the struggle was only to stay awake and keep fighting. For others, it was to exact revenge for fallen crewmates. For the Borg, it was to conquer and enlighten. But just as there was a war on a large scale, there was also a nanoscopic war being waged inside Eian's body. After he was disconnected from the Collective, the nanoprobes attempted to survive on their own. The implants that were installed into his body, that were currently keeping him alive, were now engaged in their own battle against Eian's white blood cells that had begun to reassert themselves. His immune system was kicking in, and rejecting the foreign objects that ravaged his body in every direction. His eye socket, his ears, his throat, his chest cavity, his intestinal area, his muscles, his epidermis...all showing up on his white blood cells' "sensors" as infections. But without a heart and the other vital organs the Borg had removed, without something to replace the cybernetic implants that sealed the massive lacerations the Borg had made for their installation, Eian would die of blood loss from simply removing the offending macroscopic instruments. That said nothing for the nanoscopic instruments keeping him alive. His knowledge of the Collective and the Federation were now combining, and he was able to focus on this line of thought because of the pain and other stimuli around him. He knew exactly what was happening to his body, but couldn't warn anyone about it. He was grateful when Caskie started to treat him. But she couldn't do enough with the instruments she had. The treatments were unbelievably painful without sedatives...Eian had never experienced anything so painful in his life as what was happening to him now. Meanwhile, a very similar struggle was taking place in his brain. Just as the Borg had implanted nanoprobes into his body, they had also implanted thoughts into his mind. His brain structure from his human life before assimilation was now fighting back, and attempting to reason out the Borg philosophy. In some cases it worked, and Eian saw the error of the Borg's way. But in others, he wasn't able to overcome the barrier. Since the explosion, his life had become silent agony. He had lived through his worst nightmare and come out alive, only to experience physical and mental anguish beyond anything he had previously conceived. He was about to get relief from that agony, though. He had very slight warning. He felt his breath catch in his throat, which was an indication that his lungs were attempting to gather oxygen again. The Borg implants were failing, and his body was about to go into shock. He knew what would come next. The area where his heart used to be would try to pump oxygen through his blood, but because there was no heart, he would die relatively quickly. The thought of dying disturbed him greatly, but he found himself incapable of thinking about it as he did in the past. His lightning-fast mind had only begun to analyze the prospects of a purposeless death, of dying and *not* meeting his Maker afterward, when his body shut down. Along with it went his mind, and Eian finally got the relief he had wished for. It came at a steep price, though. No longer dependent on itself or the nanoprobes, Eian's body was now solely dependent on the skill of those around him. (reply any around-- save Eian! lol) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca, Biohazard Lab, Assistant Chief Science Officer, Ensign (JG) Vanik, 15:21 hours.) Since Carter and Caliel had been working on the Borg, Vanik had taken on a smaller role. The two of them were sharing ideas and at this point, there was very little Vanik could do to help them out, other than following their orders. So far, they were making decent progress at lest, but the Vanik could tell the two were strained because the Borg drone was a person they used to know. Vanik understood that this would make most people uneasy about their work, but it did not bother him directly. To see a fellow Starfleet person as a Borg was slightly off-putting, however, logic told him that there was nothing they could do about that now, and only the fulfilment of their duties could stop more people succumbing to the Borg. Becoming emotional over this would do no good. Vanik felt a hand fall onto his shoulder, he turned around to see Commander Caskie. "Ensign. A moment of your time if your please." she said. Vanik nodded and the Commander lead Vanik away to a small corer of the room before she spoke again. Ensign I have an order for you. I am concerned regarding how secure any nanites we extract may be. This lab is capable of being jettisoned as you are well aware and Lt Soma is standing by on the other side to do so at the first sign of trouble. I will be responsible for jettisoning it this side as well, however, if nanites should escape and if I am compromised I am formally ordering you to jettison this lab. You are the one person I can trust to do this since, you as a Vulcan understand this order and will obey it without question. Do I make myself clear how important this order is Ensign?" "Your logic is sound, Commander. I understand." Vanik said plainly and calmly, fully understanding what the Commander meant and he intended to carry out the order if the need arose. Already he was analysing his duty in his mind, thinking of the possible ways that such a situation would arise, and in what way he would execute his plan. He did realise that jettisoning the lab would mean the death of all of them minus Soma and himself, but it was the most logical way to stop the nanites in their current position should the need arise. He just hoped he would not be forced to. (reply Commander Josh Caskie) (posted by Gavin Work) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on the Rosenante - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1537) Lily dove into the darkness prior knowledge of the Rosenante gave her light to were she head. However it was the act of getting there that was providing a bit more problematic than normal. The main jeffires tubes were now crawling with Borg drones forcing Lily to the smaller more confined access tubes. They were small that even Lily had to crawl to get though. The good thing was if she was having this kind of difficulty it meant the Borg has bulky they are would be had pressed to follow the path she now trekked in the underbelly of the Rose. She crawled her way downward hoping that what she was looking for was not disrupted by the drones. It felt like it took forever for her to reach her destination deck 20. She popped the access hatch and scanned the dimmly lit area beyond. She sighed in relief, if the Borg had seen this room, they had let it be. Lily emerged of the access hatch and into the Marine armory. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 20 - Marine Armory - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1540) Lily made her way into the Armory, the room as dark, has the power to this area was rerouted to different areas of the ship for other purposes. Lily did not mind the darkness suited her, and in the darkness she sealed the doors. There were some areas of the ship that predominantly held a portable power generator and if memory served Lily right this armory was one of the places. She scanned the room in the dim emergency lights, there in a corner it sat the power generator. She moved it toward one of the central consoles that attached to a near by replicator and ran the power cords to it. She was gonna need tools and weapons, things that were familiar to the fine hand of an assassin. She started powering up the central computer system. (posted by Matthew Locke) (reply None needed.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Marine Armory - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 15.45) Detron ran down a few hallways until he found Signos/Lilly standing alone in the armory. "I am ordered to take you to Sickbay. It appears you want it to be by force. You have made the wrong choice. I advise you to make this a quiet return." He surveyed the room for possible dangers to his objective. (Reply Signos) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 20 - Marine Armory - ATAC/SC Ensign (jg) Jessica Signos- 1555) It would take time before the Computer would boot, so Lily took it upon herself to see what the armory has in it's stores. She had just started to look when heard a voice from behind her. "I am ordered to take you to Sickbay. It appears you want it to be by force. You have made the wrong choice. I advise you to make this a quiet return." ~Damn this ones persistent.~ She glanced quickly around the armory, she could of armed herself with a number of different weapons. That however was not her goal, so she crossed the room. Keeping the large Klingon before her, She was glad he was so close to the doors and the active concussion mines that she placed to trap the door. (NRPG: It was noted in my last post that Lily sealed the doors.) Her eyes focused on the Trei. "You just might want, to choose you words better." Has she reviled the detonator for the mines before him. (reply Trei) "And if you so much has breath in a manner I find offensive, getting me to sickbay will be the last of your worries. Is this Understood?" (reply Trei) "Good, now that I got your undivided attention in that narrow mind of yours. Listen up. The little Jessica Signos is gone right now. Buried under her grief, loss, and sadness. Do you know how much pain she feels and how many tears she cries now." She said keeping Trei outside of lunging distance. (reply Trei, iyw) "NO, no one does, save me." Lily eyes never left the large man. "Why can you see that I'm trying to do something good, for everyone. This madness has to end how many more people have to lose someone they love before we decide to take a stand and fight back. I will not sit idly by any longer." Has the words left her mouth she disappeared into the darkness, Lily was trained to survive in the darkest of areas that are known to races though out the federation. This was has natural to her has breathing. There was movement out side the doors, an oncoming Borg patrol. The patrol entered the armory and no ever likely saw the large Klingon standing there. If mattered not however, for in the darkness Lily found two Japanese wakizashi's. She came out of the darkness bringing the blades across has she passed though between the two pairs of Borg. Then She was gone again, the Borg again began there approach into the armory. "We are the Borg resistance is....." it was gonna futile but then it's head, along with the other three's fell off, and dropped to the floor. What remained of the decapitated stumps sprayed the area with a mixture of blood, gore, grease, and oil. Before falling to the ground. There in the door way beyond the dead stood Lily her Lavender staring at Trei with a come get me if you dare look has she bolted down the hall. (reply Trei, any) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 7 - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1720) Xim had taken command of the Observation lounge when he had reported that he had detected a strange energy signature emanating from main engineering. It was most assuredly Borg in origin and that could not bode well for the two Federation Ships. Enough time had passed with him remaining fairly inactive. it was time to lead the troops from the front line and show them that he was just as willing to put himself into harm's path as he was to order someone else to do so. They had made good time, encountering only two Borg Drones along their way. The small team had handled them quickly, modulating their phaser fire alongside disciplined fire-control would give them the most bang for their technological buck, so to speak. The corridor was darker than he would have preferred, the only illumination was a faint green glow that marked the majority of all Borg constructs. The deck was almost unrecognizable, the majority of the computer interfaces blinked with a menacing green Borg display. It didn't really matter that much, since Ahmed knew the ship like the back of his own hand. He trusted his crew, they trusted him, but he knew that trust would only take them so far. It was time to show them that he was willing to put everything on the line, or else morale would collapse and there would be no way that they could continue to fight the Borg. He suddenly stopped. His squad of marines stopped right behind him. they were dressed in the EVOC armor that they had managed to acquire from the Boudicca's marine armory. In fact, they were Boudicca marines, since the Rosenante wasn't currently hosting any of the marines due to fleet reorganization. After all, command had really wondered why an explorer would need a demi-company marines in the first place. ~Well I can tell you why.~ Ahmed thought as he gestured for the marines to spread out. Corporal Sanders, was assigned as Ahmed's personal body guard. it was the only precaution that he had taken to safeguard himself. After all, the information in his head was dangerous for the ships and the federation as a whole. He knew all sorts of things that could compromise the Federation, a fact that was terribly persistent in the back of his mind. One of the disadvantages to having a perfect flawless memory was that you never forgot anything. Not the good things, but especially not the terrible things, like the fact that a half-dozen of your crew assimilated into the collective were currently marching down the corridor intent on your joining them in their own personal hell. =/=six of them sir =/= Sanders stated, and another two dozen or so headed this way from down the corridor. Ahmed nodded. It was a slow lumbering motion, one that reflected the fact that he was deeply involved in formulating a plan. "Parsons, Rickman, Qualand, take them out." he ordered. =/= Hoo'ah!=/= they replied in unison and then the corridor filled with all nine of Dante's hells. plasma weapons, masers, microwavers and photon ordinance flooded the corridor with enough deadly radiation that Ahmed was certain that any surviving Borg would glow in the dark for the next millenium. He was protected enough by Saunder's bulk not to worry about any exposure on his part. battlefield weapons wouldn't normally be deployed in the confines of a starship. There was just too much of a chance that you'd destroy something critical or worse, blow a hole through the hull and evac everyone into the cold grasp of space and shortly thereafter into the arms of death. The barrage stopped almost as quickly as it had begun, there was no sign of the Borg, not even slag remained of their cybernetics. The corridors glowed a ripe cherry red as thermal energy radiated out into the violated area. Any organics in that area would have cooked from the ambient thermal energy even if they had somehow managed to survive the radioactive barrage. The captain's eyes ached from the lightshow a moment before, despite the fact that he had shielded his eyes from the majority of the pulses. Short of an orbital bombardment of a planet, there was very little in his experience that could have topped that singular display of firepower. Some of the corridors tritanium sheeting had started to slowly run towards the floor. The protective ceramic and polylaminates that normally protected it had evaporated under the intensity of the attack. tritanium melts at ten-thousand degrees Fahrenheit. it was a testament to both the Federation's weapons technology and Ahmed's resolve. "Can we move through it?" he asked. =/= No problem sir, but it's going to be uncomfortable for you and we'll have to carry you, unless you want to spontaneously combust...sir. =/= "okay, let's do it." Ahmed said. Saunders lowered himself a little and extended his arms. The powered battle armor didn't make a sound. It was an amazing piece of work. Ahmed climbed into the arms and said lightly, "Just watch where you put that thing, will ya?" Saunders gave out a startled gasp and the rest of the marines just chuckled. "Let's go." the captain ordered and the group moved through the superheated corridor. They traversed the glowing walls of the corridor and Ahmed silently suffered the intense heat as blisters rose on some of his exposed skin. He knew that it was a minor thing, well within the ability of modern science to repair, and that others had suffered much worse than he had. Once they had reached the portion of the corridor that was tolerable for him to walk under his own power, Salid climbed down and led the way. It was almost a comic scene. One man, trying to sneak along a mostly darkened corridor being shadowed by a squad of four heavily power armored marines packing enough hardware to level a continent. Ahead of them were the doors to main engineering, and Ahmed knew that whatever was happening in there was critical to the Borg's plan of action. If he could stop it, maybe he could turn the tide of this conflict and regain some of his ship. He tried to actuate the door using his command over ride codes, but was not surprised when they failed to work properly. he stepped away from the door, turned his back from it and said simply. "Cut it down." Two brilliant green beams of energy fired out across the short distance separating the marines from the main entry to the upper deck of the main engineering compartment. The high intensity laser burned through the highly ablative door without even a slight moment of hesitation. A short push by one of the marines caused the separated door to collapse inward without any effort. The door weighed almost a ton. Rickman led the way and the other marines followed, with Saunders and Salid bringing up the rear of the assault party. below them on the main deck roughly three dozen drones were working on some very odd looking piece of equipment. It pulsed with a ominous green light, almost as if it had a heartbeat, which in retrospect it did. The compartment was so altered that it took Ahmed a few moments to realize that the pulsing green light was in time with the Rosenante's warp core. the device was operating somehow by drawing power directly from the core. A large tangle of pulsing cables left the modified warp core and terminated inside some newly constructed equipment. =/=Seylerions and Chronitons, sir.=/= Parson's reported. "They're building a time travel drive of some sort." Ahmed stated. "When they get it done, they'll remove us from this time and any Borg that may have managed to get to the planet's surface will be left to assimilate the sphere." The marines stood still as the thought sank in. "Destroy it all, but for all our sakes, don't breach the core, and try not to slag the entire compartment." The ensuing deluge of firepower was extremely one-sided. The additional equipment was directly targeted by the heavier weapons, and the Borg Drones found themselves overcome by indirect fire and radioactive bursts of energy on a scale designed to destroy deep bunkers. They never stood a chance. =/= Clear!=/= the marines sounded off in near unison. Ahmed turned back to the compartment and although there was some ancillary damage, the marines had done a stellar job controlling the more blunt aspects of their overwhelming firepower. Ahmed nodded. "They'll move their construction to the Boudicca's Main Engineering compartment." he stated aloud. =/= Aye sir, that they will. =/= " I want you to clean house there also. time to evict some unruly tenants." =/=Hoo'ah!=/= the marines replied. "Let's move out." Ahmed ordered. =^= Sickbay to Captain Salid, its Chief Fuller.=^= Salid's commbadge chirped. The captain slapped his commbadge, after all a communication from sickbay could be the news that he was hoping for." "Go ahead Chief." He replied. =^= I normally wouldn't bug you sir, but our wayward first officer just stumbled into sickbay. I thought you'd want to know.=^= ~Thank Allah!~ Ahmed thought, joyful for the good news, although judging by the tone of fuller's voice it couldn't be anything as good as he felt about it. "Her condition?" he asked hesitantly. =^= Well we had to fight for her to keep her with us. She is currently recovering from multiple lacerations, and contusions, 20% Body Surface area burns one fractured rib and a compound fracture of the left Radius and Ulna. Currently she is stable but critical. =^= ~not stellar.~ "It sounds bad. Will she pull through?" =^= I don't know that, sir. She is in critical condition. With what she's been through, however she would probably have something interesting to report. We can give you a minute or two, and then she'd have to go back under to recover.=^= He looked at Saunders then replied, "I'm on my way." with a quick tap he closed his commchannel. "Rickman, take your team and clear out the Boudicca's Engine room. I want that compartment secured and the Borg operating there, dealt with. Watch the equipment and don't make the mistake of breaching the core or we'll all have a very short endgame." =/= Aye captain.=/= "Saunders you're with me. I need to get to the sickbay quickly." =/= Hoo'ah skipper!=/= the marine replied. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Somewhere on Deck 10 - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan & SCPO Nathan Fuller - 1731) T'Larah was delirious from blood loss. The fighting her way through the last couple of decks had taken it's toll. No back up. The phase through the bulkhead had done something to her communicator, it was not functioning. She chose a route that would avoid contact with anyone, and that's what she got, except when she had to change lifts, and that is when she had to deal with tactical drones. She never came away with out some sort of injury. Multiple lacerations, the compound fracture of her forearm, several bruised ribs from a blow with a heavy cybernetic appendage in the torso. Step by step she made her way forward. She didn't know what she was walking towards. but when she got there, she collapsed right in front someone in a blue uniform. T'Larah collapsed to the ground right in front of Chief Fuller. "Sir?" Nate said and shook T'Larah's shoulder. " Commander, are you OK?" "Mmnmh." T'Larah responded, not really very coherently. "Lets get some help over here." Nate called out. He knew the Commander had seen better days. Nate and one other tech had lifted the Commander on to a near by ICU bio bed. "Doctor, your assistance please." Nate said in a lound voice. (Reply Ichijo) Nate got out a tricorder. It's scan flooded information to Nate. [Hypovolemic shock, compound fracture Radius and Ulna, fourth costal fracture, multiple costal contusions, TBSA burned 20% BP: 73/40 P:210 R: 32 SPO2: 90%] "Put pressure on that wound!" Nate said "She's 3 liters low, start fluid replacement." Nate ordered. " Computer, do we have any blood units on had with the Commander's blood type?" [Negative] Nate turned to the Physician who had just arrived. "Use a colloid volume expander to get her blood pressure up?" (Reply Ichijo) "2000 ml over 2 hours, 1 mg Epinephrine," Nate responded to the Doctors request. (Reply Ichijo) "We've lost the pulse. She's going into V-fib, charging to 300 joules." (Reply Ichijo) The doctor called clear all the people tending to T'Larah stopped and took their hands off to avoid conducting the charge to themselves. A barely audible whine could be heard as the bio bed shifted energy to the cardiac pacers. [Cardiac defibrillation advised and ready] the computer toned. As the button was pressed all of T'Larah's muscles contracted at once causing her to flop on the bed. "V-tach now, charging again, to 350" Nate said, the unit whined again. (Reply Ichijo) Everyone cleared at the doctor's command again, and the charge went again. "Sinus tachycardia." Nate said describing the rhythm on the monitor. (Reply Ichijo) "Understood, I'll inform the Captain. She's been missing for a while and what ever she's been through, he'd want to hear about." "Sickbay to Captain Salid, it's Chief Fuller." (Reply Captain Salid) "I normally wouldn't bug you sir, but our wayward first officer just stumbled into sickbay. I thought you'd want to know." he said, he had the 'I'm sorry' tone in his voice, the one the doctors reserved for telling the families the bad news. (reply Salid) "Well we had to fight for her to keep her with us. She is currently recovering from multiple lacerations, and contusions, 20% Body Surface area burns one fractured rib and a compound fracture of the left Radius and Ulna. Currently she is stable but critical." Nate reported. (Reply Salid) "I don't know that, sir. She is in critical condition. With what she's been through, however she would probably have something interesting to report. We can give you a minute or two, and then she'd have to go back under to recover." (Reply Salid) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - ICU - FO - Commander T'Larah Sullivan - 1742) T'Larah heard the Captain's voice, it was asking her to wake up, he evidently had some important questions to ask. (Reply Captain Salid, Ichijo) She slowly opened her eyes and saw the Captain and Doctor Ichijo. "Sir? So I made it?" she asked still weak. (Reply Captain Salid) " I, I, I'm trying to remember." (reply Captain Salid) "I was heading towards the antimatter storage tanks and doing some Recon. The Borg attacked the science lab and I defeated them pulling Maddox to safety. We attempted to Recon further and Maddox was captured on Deck 28, and they would have gotten me, but the drone that had formerly been Commander McClaren phased me through the wall to escape before the Borg gained control of his conciousness. O'Neill was on the assimilation table when I arrived, I think he may now be assimilated too. (reply Captain Salid, Lt JG Ichijo) (Posted by Todd --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5- 1745) Salid stepped into the compartment, but not before asking Saunders to remain in the corridor on guard. he fully expected the bay to be too full for a marine in full EVO/C to be safe entering the compartment. He knew where she'd be. After all, Nate had told him that she was critical, and critical meant Intensive Care. Unlike the majority of the rest of the bay, the ICU ward wasn't nearly as crowded. He passed an engineer who seemed to be under some sort of body cooling therapy, as he recognized some of the equipment being used in her treatment. Although for what she was being treated Ahmed was uncertain. He gave Nate a nod as he approached. And then noticed Ichijo overlooking what he presumed was Sullivan's chart. "Doctor, Nate." he began, "How is she?" (reply Ichijo, Fuller) "I see." he said and gave everything a moment or two to consider his options. "I need to speak to her. I'm sorry but there's just no other way." (reply Ichijo) "I understand doctor. I'll keep it as short as possible. I don't want to stress her in her condition any more than necessary." (reply Ichijo, Fuller) "Agreed. lead the way doctor." Ichijo and Fuller accompanied the captain into the small personal compartment that Sullivan occupied. He'd seen her in a lot of questionable conditions before; as a Kobali, injured on the bridge, nearly killed twice aboard the Champlain. Somehow he could tell that this was much worse, as if she was struggling just to stay with them. "T'Larah." Ahmed whispered as he reached down to take her hand in his. "T'Larah, wake up I need you here with me. please." Her eyes moved. Almost imperceptibly, they twitched, just enough to let Ahmed know that she wasn't gone too far away. And then they fluttered open. "It's good to see you Commander. You had me worried for a while there." he explained. "Sir? So I made it?" She asked. her voice was obviously straining from the effort. Ahmed nodded. "You're in sickbay. You're safe for now. What happened to you?" She swallowed hard, as if she was fighting to keep her spirit in her body before she replied, " I, I, I'm trying to remember." "Please do T'Larah, it could be critical. Where were you? What happened to you? What did you see?" (reply Ichijo iyw) Ahmed nodded. "I was heading towards the antimatter storage tanks and doing some recon. The Borg attacked the science lab and I defeated them, pulling Maddox to safety. We attempted to recon further and Maddox was captured on deck 28, and they would have gotten me, but the drone that had formerly been Commander McLaren phased me through the wall to escape before the Borg gained control of his consciousness. O'Neill was on the assimilation table when I arrived, I think he may now be assimilated too." ~Good God~ Ahmed swore in the depths of his brain. "Commander, this is important." he explained, "Did you see or hear anything that might indicate what the Borg are trying to accomplish? Any goals or objectives any indication of how far along they may be?" (reply Sullivan, Ichijo, Fuller) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante/USS Boudicca - Docking Port - Lt (jg) Ael Harkonnen T'Rillian - Day 5 -1831) Ael noticed the two new officers joining the defenders ready to repel the next Borg patrol. "Lieutenant," Mike said. "Once we've dealt with this patrol, Ensign Nunuez and I are here to relieve you." Ael smiled in relief. "I take it you are Rosenbauer. Commander Caskie told me to expect you and to defer to you. To be honest I've been running a 'don't mess with us' operation here. Every time a Borg patrol gets too near we go chase them away. They haven't hit us with too much force yet since we do have strength here, but I am worried that eventually they will do. I'm not a tactical or security officer so,"... and Ael lowered her voice... "to be honest I am winging it here, and I am worried that eventually they will decide that we are enough of a threat that they will hit us with more than enough manpower to overpower us. I've been trying to juggle our response to them so as to keep them off balance so to speak, but every time we take the initiative at least one of our crew ends up incapacitated and our next response is always weaker. By all means please take charge since you know a great deal more about this kind of thing than I do." (Reply Rosenbauer, Nunez) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante/USS Boudicca - Docking Port - SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 5 -1832) The Romulan lieutenant smiled at Mike, " I take it you are Rosenbauer. Commander Caskie told me to expect you and to defer to you. To be honest I've been running a 'don't mess with us' operation here. Every time a Borg patrol gets too near we go chase them away. They haven't hit us with too much force yet since we do have strength here, but I am worried that eventually they will do. I'm not a tactical or security officer so,"... and Ael lowered her voice... "to be honest I am winging it here, and I am worried that eventually they will decide that we are enough of a threat that they will hit us with more than enough manpower to overpower us. I've been trying to juggle our response to them so as to keep them off balance so to speak, but every time we take the initiative at least one of our crew ends up incapacitated and our next response is always weaker. By all means please take charge since you know a great deal more about this kind of thing than I do." Mike nodded his understanding and stepped forward. "Nunez, take these three and move down that corridor and watch our flank." "On it. You three with me." Marta called and led the way down the adjacent corridor. "Lieutenant, we're moving to two-man fire teams. One man does all the firing until the Borg adapt and then the second member of the team steps in while the first man steps back and demodulates his weapon. You're my wingman." He turned to the other two officers, "You two team up. decides who your first shooter is and follow us in. once our team has to fall back you step up and we reverse leap-frog backwards until we stop them. got it?" "Yes sir. " the two other security officers called. (reply Ael) "Okay let's go." Mike said and led the way, just as the Rangers that came before him always have. The Borg patrol was a large one. Mike counted a dozen drones, which meant that the Borg had finally decided to do a recon in force against the position in the hopes of breaking through. he stopped when he had covered half the distance to them and motioned Ael to the other side of the corridor. With practiced skill, he dropped to one knee and raised his Angel Mark II into a crouched firing position. He squeezed the trigger. Two Borg fell to his precision shots before they adapted. "You're up!" he called and backpedaled a few feet to make sure he was clear of the lieutenant's line-of-fire. (reply Ael) He broke open the casing on his mark II with cool efficiency. His hands quickly making the adjustments needed to slightly alter the phase modulation of his weapon. (reply Ael, Any who may want to play these two security officers) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Docking Port - Security Officer Rayne Showers - 1836) Rayne watched as Ensign Rosenbauer approached Lt. T'Rillian and himself. " I take it you are Rosenbauer. Commander Caskie told me to expect you and to defer to you. To be honest I've been running a 'don't mess with us' operation here. Every time a Borg patrol gets too near we go chase them away. They haven't hit us with too much force yet since we do have strength here, but I am worried that eventually they will do. I'm not a tactical or security officer so,"... and Ael lowered her voice... "to be honest I am winging it here, and I am worried that eventually they will decide that we are enough of a threat that they will hit us with more than enough manpower to overpower us. I've been trying to juggle our response to them so as to keep them off balance so to speak, but every time we take the initiative at least one of our crew ends up incapacitated and our next response is always weaker. By all means please take charge since you know a great deal more about this kind of thing than I do." Ensign Showers was relieved to see Ensign Rosenbauer show up and take control of the situation even thought the time spent with Lt. T'Rillian kept him on his toes. It had been a moment since the he had seen drone attempt to enter the occupied area and Rayne was ready to shoot down a few more Borg. The gameplan was laid out for all in attendance. "Lieutenant, we're moving to two-man fire teams. One man does all the firing until the Borg adapt and then the second member of the team steps in while the first man steps back and demodulates his weapon. You're my wingman." He turned to the other two officers, "You two team up. decides who your first shooter is and follow us in. once our team has to fall back you step up and we reverse leap-frog backwards until we stop them. got it?" "Alright, lets keep a count for how many drones we shoot down, deal?" Rayne asked. (reply anyone as other SO) Everyone began to move out as they all encountered a large Borg contingency. Ensign Rosenbauer took point and shot down two drones with what could have only have been described as skills taught by the finest at Starfleet Academy. The shooting was so impressive Rayne couldn't help but want a piece of the action. Rayne watched as Mike then pulled back to recalibrate his weapon and Ael moved up to have her round with the drones. "She's only got a couple of shots to go before she needs to recalibrate you ready? I'm up first." he said to the other SO. (reply SO) Showers ran up to the other two crew members position and fired into the crowd. Just as fast as a shot fired from his weapon, Rayne saw a drone collapse to the ground as he had succumb to a direct shot to the cranium. Switching up his tactics he began shooting at their feet. It seemed more so effective as the drones that were it began to trip up drones marching behind them. Rayne fired once more only to see a drone's personal shield reflected the shot into a nearby access panel. ~damn. im out and i barely took three of the drones out~ He needed to get out of the way before the drones advanced to close up on him. He executed a roll to distance himself from the advancing group. As he stood up he slapped the other SO hand and followed it by saying, "Your up, make us proud." (reply SO) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1901) "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." "Uh... yes lieutenant. But I think you misunderstood me." Eva replied. "I have one of the EMC-22Cs I was suggesting that we use it for the initial assault until it proves useless. And nothing personal sir, I don't think any of us relish the idea of getting that close to a Borg drone intent on assimilating us. I think there's needless risk there, but it's certainly something to remember when and if they manage to close distance on us." "Well then it is a good thing that flesh and bone move faster than hydraulics. Besides, I never totally subscribed to Starfleets philosophy of attack head on in the open." Then the issue of Cooper had come up. Chance knew he didn't have all the details, but was sure he would get them. So when Eva nixed Cooper's involvement, once again Chance intervened. He called for Mike, which judging by the look on her face, completely infuriated her. "Mike, if you agree that Tyrone is up to this and he has your approval; I'll take him." Chance stated. And why not, he was the Rosenante's Chief of Security and Cooper was one of his people. Mike turned to respond as he reached the door about to make his way topside when Eva, said to him. "If I may sir?" Mike gave her the nod and she turned to Raschen and stated very easily. "With all due respect lieutenant. I am a certified medic, and I'm telling you right now, on the record that Coopers left knee and a good portion of his lower femur were shattered by a close disruptor impact. He can't move under his own power and that makes him a mission liability, sir. He's not medically fit, despite his desire to get revenge against the Borg for what happened a little while ago with Mosh." Chance had had enough. He was tired, hungry, and needed a strong drink something fierce. He stepped almost literally toe-to-toe with Eva "I will conseed to Cooper's medical evaluation. If we are still in this fight when he is healed up enough, he will get his opportunity for revenge. Finally, don't you dare tell me how to manage the members of my Security Department, is that understood Ensign?" Chance finished in a tone of quiet anger. (reply Eva iyw, but none needed,) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1906) "T'Vyr, Romanoff, anyone else who cares to go with me; let's move out." Raschen commanded. "Sir, I am ready to go when you are. What would you have me do on the mission?" Nickolas asked as he moved towards his team leader. With an almost sarcastic smirk on his face, Chance flatly stated "You are gonna be the computer wiz that I have been lead to believe you are and re-establish shipboard communications. That is if T'Vyr and I get you there safe and sound." He finished speaking with a raise of his eye brows, a tilt of his head, with a shrug of his shoulders, and a more humorous tone. "AYe, aye. then like you said, lets move out." "Aye, let's move out then." The Security Chief repeated with an exagerated gesture toward the door before leading the way out. (Reply any iyw but not needed) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 1918) It had been a hasty departure from SIck Bay and now Nickolas and his team had made it to deck 9 to simultaneously move in on the comm-suite and reclaim ship wide communications. Romanoff treaded lightly as he read the information from his tricorder. It revealed the location of the Borg drones as they came within a close vicinity. The route that Romanoff and his team had taken positioned them extremely close to many drones carrying out various tasks that transformed this section of the ship to resemble that of a Borg ship. The team treaded lightly so that they didn't have to engage any drones until absolutely necessary. As they walked Romanoff could not help but notice the ominous green glow lurking around them as they walked. In his other hand he gripped a phaser ever so tightly to make sure that if there was anything to go wrong he would be ready to fire on a moments notice. However, do to the tactical maneuvering that Chance had implemented they avoided contact with any of the drones. The team had made it to the secondary entrance to the comm-suite and Lt. Raschen turned to address them. "I will go in first. Romanoff, you follow T'Vyr in after me. Got it?" he stated. "Yes sir, I am bringing up the rear." Romanoff watched the doors open as Lt. Raschen entered the override code. Through the open doorway Romanoff could see Ensign Jacobs yelling out the other door asking when the other team would arrive. "Where is Raschen and his team, I need that science officer!" Nickolas heard him yell. Stepping into the room to make their presence known, Romanoff simply answered, "We are right here, what do you need?" (Reply Jacobs) "OK I'm on it. What if we actually use the Borg technology against them?" (reply Jacobs) "Instead of trying to work around the Borg tech we need to tap into it. They are tapping into the ships communications and using their unique frequency to maintain control throughout the ship." He continued, "We can take back the communications and use this frequency to block them out. We may even be able to pinpoint, throughout the ship, the location of other tapped systems under the control of the Borg." (reply any) Romanoff walked over to Jacobs and picked up one of the nodes attached to the console. He grabbed one of Jacobs tools, popped off the protective cover and pulled out several transfer chips. He popped the top back on and attached it back to the interface on the console. "With the changes I have made the node will now act as a frequency blocker instead of its original design as a receiver." (reply any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-Suite - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1927) Henry had been tasked with rewiring the comm-suite in order to return control of the communications network into the hands of the crew. Things were starting to look better as Lt. Raschen and his team entered from the secondary entrance. As both the lieutenants brainstormed on how to maintain control of the comm-suite Jacobs and Romanoff came to an agreement on how to use the Borg technology in their favor. "Instead of trying to work around the Borg tech we need to tap into it. They are tapping into the ships communications and using their unique frequency to maintain control throughout the ship." He continued, "We can take back the communications and use this frequency to block them out. We may even be able to pinpoint, throughout the ship, the location of other tapped systems under the control of the Borg." "You know for a science officer you sure did prove your worth just now." Jacobs extended the compliment in Nickolas' direction. Jacobs watched as Romanoff approached and jerrywrigged the Borg Data Matrix node to block out the Borg frequency. It was a crude way of actually using such a piece of technology, but the fact of the matter is that it worked and they were in no position to turn down anything that would help. Jacobs began deleting all Borg subroutines implanted in the communications array and the network appeared to be returning to within operating standards. No sooner he had been queried on the status of his work. "Well, Ensign what's the status?" Jackson asked. "The communications network is returning to our control. We will have ship wide communications back in 90 seconds." (reply Jackson) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Deck 9 Commo Suite – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1947) Tom darted over to the access panel fro the Commo Suite. The Borg had tried to over rode the system but thankfully the original override codes had held. Jackson got the door open and they entered quickly. Tom came up short as there was a pair of drones in the suite. Jackson walked carefully towards the nearest drone – the drone seemed to notice him at last and advanced menacingly towards him. Tom had his dagger drawn – it was as if the spirit of his evil twin was guiding him and giving him his dedication and skill. The two came at each other and as the drone raise its mechanical left arm to try to being Tom’s assimilation. Jackson seemed to change from normally mild mannered guy to a being filled in with a blinding white rage. As Tom moved to the attack, thought of what he had to do with Maria Holly. Jackson was struggling and rolling around the suite – finally he got an advantage and thrust the dagger into the Borg drone thinking ~that’s one for you Maria~. He thought savagely. The other drone had been dispatched – Chance, like the old US Cavalry, arrived as the action completed. Jacobs bean his work to restore ship wide communications. Tom went about making sure he had his 11 minutes. Tom motioned fro Eva and Chance to join him off to the side. “Ok we need to make sure Mr. Jacobs has his 11 minutes – getting comm. back is vital, Suggestions?” Tom said. (Reply: Chance, Jacobs and Eva) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Deck 9 Commo Suite – Lieutenant Tom Jackson 2nd Officer / COPS Day 5 1950) Tom, Eva and Chance huddled off to one side speaking in low tones. Tom looked at his two crew mates. He had made his mind up. "Chance, implement your plans. Make sure to keep a weather eye out for crew mates - hate to hurt anyone by accident" Tom ordered. (Reply: Chance) He turned to Eva next. He looked at her closely before replying. "Eva, you have the front door. We don't retreat, we don't surrender to those d*mned evil beings" Jackson told her. (Reply: Eva) Tom turned to Ensign Jacobs. "Well, Ensign what's the status?" Jackson asked. (Reply: Jacobs) (Posted by Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1951) Chance, like the old US Cavalry, arrived as the action completed, and Jacobs began his work to restore ship wide communications. Tom motioned for Eva and Chance to join him off to the side. "Yes sir?" Chance said to his friend. “Ok we need to make sure Mr. Jacobs has his 11 minutes – getting comm. back is vital, Suggestions?” Tom said. "We can booby trap the back enterance and barracade it using the bodies of the dead drones on the inside. On the outside place a couple of bodies with booby traps in the passageway outside the suite. That will leave us only this door to worry about." Chance said as he pointed in the direction of the aforementioned enterances. He then continued "Use the hard wired codes to reset the comm-system from the Borg settings and then go through and filter out the collective's codes." Then with a shrug, the former privateer finished speaking saying "At least that is were I would start from." (Reply: Jackson, Jacobs and Saint-Jean) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1952) Tom, Eva and Chance huddled off to one side speaking in low tones. Tom looked at his two crew mates. "Chance, implement your plans. Make sure to keep a weather eye out for crew mates - hate to hurt anyone by accident" Tom ordered. "I'll do my best Tom, but no promises." (Reply Jackson iyw, Saint-Jean iyw) Then turning to head toward the back enterance of the Comm-Suite, Raschen called out "Trei, your with me. Bring 4 or 5 grenades with you. T'Vyr assist Saint-Jean here." (Reply Trei, T'Vyr) As the two walked toward the secondary enterance, Raschen explained his plan to Trei. "We are going to booby trap the back door. Starting off by booby trapping one or two bodies out in the passageway. After we come back into the suite, we'll weld the doors closed behind us. Then to finish off by building a wall up against the door useing the other bodies with more booby traps scattered troughout the pile. Any questions?" (Reply Trei) (Reply: Jackson iyw, Saint-Jean iyw, Trei, T'Vyr) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CommSuite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 19.55) Detron received his orders from Rachen. He was told bring 4 or 5 grenades with him to booby trap some bodies then place some on bodies at the door to the suite. Detron really didn't understand the tactic involved with this action since Klingon Warriors believed in direct confrontation but went along with Rachen's orders. "Understood sir. He placed 1 grenade on a body near the secondary door. Then 1 more along the hallway to the suite. Once inside the suite, they welded the door shut as ordered. He mixed 3 more grenades among the bodies at the suite door. He took a defensive post along a wall near the door. (Reply Rachen,) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- CommSuite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 2000) Chance could tell from the questioning look on the Klingon's face that he didn't understand the tactic the privateer was incorperating. Trei did however follow Raschen's directions to the letter. A grenade under one of two bodies in the passageway near the secondary door. Then they closed, locked, and welded shut the door once they re-entered the back door to the suite. Then they stacked the other dead bodies with the other grenades randomly in the pile. Once they finished, Raschen put his hands behind his head and stretched as he asked his companion. "You look like you have something on your mind. What is it?" (Reply Trei) "During the 2nd Federation-Cardassian War, I was a privateer captain going by the name Temerarious. I used this tactic at the battle of Echo-Bravo 355. We took the base from the Cardassians and then we were attacked from behind those that felt that we privateers 'Stole' their honor." He explained as they walked back to join the others. Raschen just hoped he didn't have to explain to Trei that it was the Klingons that sent the Irregular Federation Forces (IFF) first to wipe out the Cardassians in hopes it would be the Privateers that would be destroyed. But when the Cardassians surrendered to the members of the IFF; the Klingons felt slighted and attacked the Privateers. "We privateers counter-attacked and defeated our once allies." Raschen finished saying. (Reply Trei) (Reply Trei) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Comm Suite- CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 2010) As Raschen and Trei returned to where the others in the Comm-Suite were by the primary entrance, Chance reported after they came to a stop at Tom's side "Mr. Jackson, we have the back door locked and welded shut with one booby trap outside and 4 more inside sir.". Then leaning a little closer to his friend he said in a concerned tone "Tom, let's talk my friend." (Reply Jackson) Chance wanted to find out how his friend was really doing. After all, the man had gotten married just before this mission. "Trei, Saint-Jean, Jacobs; whichever one of you that has had the most sleep recently guard the door. The other two find a spot around the corner there and try to get some shut eye. Romanoff, if you got comms up, running and secure from Borg usage. You can get some sleep too." (Reply Trei, Saint-Jean, Romanoff, Jacobs) "I don't care if you have had stimulants and aren't tired. If you haven't had Real Sleep go lay the hell down." Chance then turned and lead his friend over to the console. Offering Tom a chair as he sat down himself. Chance's opening comment wasn't very subtle "You're scared you're not gonna see your lovely bride again, aren't you?" (Reply Jackson) "You'll see her again. I'm sure of it. Tell me a little about her; when did you figure out she was the one?" As Tom spoke Raschen started thinking about the women in his life. The main ones being T'Lela, his late wife from an alternate universe; and Marta Nunez, his hard nosed Assistant Chief of Security. Together, they would have been Chance's wife T'Lela. He was attracted to T'Lela and yes they were lovers. But he still found himself attracted to Marta as well, though he never did anything about it. As he listened to Tom talk about his wife and how much he missed her; Chance found himself fiddling with the St. Bernard medallion that he had around his neck and thinking of the woman who had given it to him. ~Nun, I pray that you're safe and well.~ (Reply Jackson, Trei, Saint-Jean, Romanoff, Jacobs) (Posted by: Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 9- CommSuite, SO Ensign Eva Saint Jean, Day 5, 2012) As Romanoff and Jacobs went to work on the central equipment in the compartment, Eva stood overwatch. She was pleased to see that there hadn't been any casualties among the two teams. Everything seemed to have gone off like clockwork, which in a strange sort of way actually increased the tension that Eva was feeling rather than release it. Romanoff expounded on an idea using some of the remaining Borg technology to block some of the communications capacity of the Collective. It sounded as if the technology and science were there, although truthfully Eva couldn't say that she understood all the technical jargon that the scientist was using. Of course, she didn't really have to understand any of it, as it wasn't part of her mission scope. Jacobs, Jackson and Romanoff were the mission specialists here, she was just a grunt with some medical training. "Eva, you have the front door, We don't retreat, we don't surrender to those damned evil beings." Jackson ordered. "Understood sir. They won't get by me as long as I have anything to say about it." She replied and then moved to take up her position at the main entry door to the CommSuite. While she was keeping an eye on the small Borg technical team that had replaced the pair they had dealt with earlier, she heard Raschen giving out his orders. He was going very old school on the Borg at this point, using an archaic tactic that the Borg were very unlikely to have encountered before. Mainly because warfare like that didn't really happen anymore. Or rather hadn't happened for a long time until the Civil war had come along. Trei, T'Vyr and Raschen set about their task of booby trapping Borg bodies with quiet efficiency. The idea was simple. set up a trap and if the enemy disturbed the bodies, either by attempting to claim them or by moving them in any way, BOOM! no more enemy. While she suspected that the Collective as a whole probably didn't care about the disposition of the individuals that had been killed, she was pretty certain that given enough time and focus that they would eventually attempt to reclaim any Borg components that they could recycle. After all, Borg thinking would be, why waste resources when we can just reuse the ones we have. Trei, although Klingon seemed to grasp the concept pretty quickly and was even very enthusiastic to implement the countermeasure. It seemed that even Klingon warriors didn't care for the prospect of assimilation. once done he stepped aside as T'Vyr finished welding the last few inches of the door closed. He didn't use a pair of dark glasses, his Vulcan eyes were more than capable of filtering out the glare thanks to his second set of eye lids. From across the room Raschen spoke up and despite herself Eva bristled. The man, although competent, was nothing short of an irritating, ingratiating, condescending, pig-headed, misogynistic, belligerent, self-righteous... "Trei, Saint-Jean, Jacobs; whichever one of you that has had the most sleep recently guard the door. The other two find a spot around the corner there and try to get some shut eye. Romanoff, if you got comms up, running and secure from Borg usage. You can get some sleep too." ~Like Hell, I will!~ Eva thought. As if he could hear her thoughts Chance replied in his usually Billy Goat gruff manner, " I don't care if you have had stimulants and aren't tired. If you haven't had Real Sleep go lay the hell down." "Aye, Sir." Eva replied. She gestured for T'Vyr to join her away from everyone else and spoke to him quietly while Raschen was occupied talking with lieutenant Jackson. The Vulcan approached and gave her a single eyebrow raised in inquiry. "I don't trust it." She said simply, "It was too damned easy. nothing else has been this easy." "Perhaps the Borg has assigned this particular task a low priority. it is unlikely to be critical to their operations. I suspect that our presence here is not a problem for the collective at this moment." he replied thoughtfully. "I suppose, but it just doesn't add up. Comm should be a critical mission priority." She replied as a frown graced her face. "For us, perhaps. But remember that the Borg do not require this equipment to carry their signals. Their drones each carry all the equipment needed to maintain their ability to communicate." The Vulcan pointed out. "To apply human psychology and motivations to the Borg would be foolish and dangerous." "Thank you doctor Spock." She replied sarcastically. "Ambassador Spock was not a doctor. He was a scientist and a statesman, I do not understand why you would make such an obvious error in your statement." T'Vyr continued. "Oh, never mind." Eva replied with a short huff of air, "You wouldn't understand it if I tried to explain it to you anyway." "That is only because you would be explaining it inadequately." T'Vyr replied in all seriousness. Eva gave him a half-hearted nod. "This is where Mosh would have been playing peacekeeper, you know?" she said at almost a whisper. "Indeed." the Vulcan replied and for a few moments, if Eva hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was struggling with his emotions. "You should rest, I can watch the door." He finally offered, his emotions completely under control; submerged beneath his cold Vulcan exterior. "Yeah." Eva replied and then she placed a single hand on T'Vyr's shoulder for a moment. Her teammate placed his hand on hers and stated evenly, "He died with honor. We can not begrudge him that." Eva gave a single nod and then turned away to find a place out of the way to rest her weary head. T'Vyr moved to stand next to Trei as he also did not require sleep at the present time. (reply none needed, but any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 9 - Comm Suite- LT Tom Jackson - 2nd Officer / COPS - Day 5 - 2013) Chance came up and made his report. Jackson listened to his close friend. Tom smiled thinking ~ leave it to Chance to be creative~. "Nice bit of work Chance" Jackson replied. (Reply: Chance) "Tom, let's talk my friend" Chance told his friend. Tom followed his friend to a side area. Jackson looked at Chance with a tired, quizzical look. "Tom, let's talk my friend" Chance said. Chance's opening comment wasn't very subtle "You're scared you're not gonna see your lovely bride again, aren't you?" Jackson's mask slipped as he looked at a dear and close friend for a long moment before replying. Tom's eyes were about to fill with tears but Jackson's will regained control. "Chance, you know me all too well. Oh h*** yes I am scared to my mortal core" Jackson said sputtering to a pained silence. (Reply: Chance) Tom's old friend went on. "You'll see her again. I'm sure of it. Tell me a little about her; when did you figure out she was the one?" Chance replied. "Well we sort of grew up together. Dahlia was a bonded servant of my step father Pez". Tom paused remembering those happy days. "I went off to SF Academy after working on a Ferengi merchant ship. I lost track of Dahlia at that point" Tom said softly. (Reply: Chance) "Well, you arrived at SB 989 shortly after the Boudicca and the Rose docked right?" Tom asked. (Reply: Chance) "Well my step dad Pez was there and asked me to see me. Pez wanted to have ask the SB commander to release his freighters. As I was about to reply, Dahlia entered. I was stunned by her beauty and as you know, Pez and my mom are quite the match makers" Tom said laughing. (Reply: Chance) "Before I realized what I was doing, I signed the marriage contract and she was mine" Tom smiled. The two old friends sat together in silence, each thinking of the woman in their lives. (Reply: Any) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CommSuite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 20.15) After Detron and Rachen made it back to the group, Rachen ordered everyone to get some sleep except for the one willing to take the first shift at the door. Detron didn't feel that tired so he took the first shift. "I'll take the first shift sir" He went over to the door and took a defensive position. He lightly closed his eyes but aware of everything around him. (Reply Rachen) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-suite - ACE Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs and Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 2018) Ensign Jacobs cleared his throat to make an announcement to the room. He looked around the room to make eye contact with all in attendance. As they all looked towards him he began to speak. "Lady and gentlemen comms are back on line. Hold your ground the Borg are gonna know we are here soon enough. Keep those drones out of here!" (reply any) With a head nod to Romanoff, Jacobs keyed in the final sequence and the communications network on board the Rosenante were restored. The touch panel lit up in flares of color as each deck highlighted signifying that the deck was able to receive communications. With the good news Lt Raschen began to address everyone in the room. "Trei, Saint-Jean, Jacobs; whichever one of you that has had the most sleep recently guard the door. The other two find a spot around the corner there and try to get some shut eye. Romanoff, if you got comms up, running and secure from Borg usage. You can get some sleep too." "Well sir, we aren't done just yet. We still need to report to the commanding officers to let them know we have re-established communications." Romanoff replied. Romanoff and Jacobs still needed to contact Captain Salid to receive further orders and request back up to maintain the comm-suite. Jacobs contemplated taking a nap but he was the last one to take the adrenaline hypospray and there was no possibility of him stopping to take a nap. He looked over to Romanoff to ask him to open the ship wide channel. "Mr. Romanoff please open a ship wide channel." "Aye, chief," Nickolas responded. "Captain Salid, this is Ensign Jacobs, please come in." (reply Salid) "Myself, Romanoff, Saint Jean, T'Vyr, and LTs. Trei, Raschen and Jackson have secured the comm-suite. We have begun a sleeping rotation to keep the majority of the group alert while the others stand guard. Currently awaiting further orders and reinforcements." (reply Salid) "Aye, aye Captain." Hearing the Captain's voice reassured Jacobs at least that there was still hope in driving the Borg off the ship. Jacobs looked around the room once more as he admired his fellow crew members that helped to retake the room. The Federation definitely trained each and every one if its people with the skills it took to overcome any obstacle and it was proven by the men and woman standing right there in the room. Jacobs wiped his brow and walk away from the console and towards the closest wall. With a pivot he turned back to everyone else and asked, "Can we make sure no Borg make a surprise appearance?" Romanoff smiled and said, " no promises, get some shut eye." Henry leaned up against the wall and slid down to rest his body. (reply Salid, any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 9 - Comm-suite - Science Officer Ensign(jg) Nickolas Romanoff - 2027) Romanoff and Jacobs had succeeded in restoring communications to the ship and awaited a response from Captain Salid. =^=That's the best news I think I've had all day. I will immediately dispatch a couple of marines from the Boudicca to your location. Stand fast and hold the fort.=^= Words of encouragement never had a more profound affect than those of Captain Salid in that moment. "Hell yes, they are still out there, We are going to take the ship back." Nickolas gleefully ejaculated. (reply any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, CO Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 5, 2028) For the first time in a long time, things were actually starting to look up for the small group of federation crew remaining scattered on both ships. The marines had managed to clear out both the Engine Rooms between the ships, without any losses, and even better there was no damage to either of the ship's most critical components. It seemed that the Borg equipment had somehow managed to act as a sort of shield and in some strange twist of fate actually protected the more critical components of the Federation starships. The research in the Isolation lab was progressing well and the senior crew was anticipating a breakthrough that would finally level the playing fields between the two opposing forces. He was about to win the most demanding conflict that he had ever fought in his life. His crew had stood with him, and they had achieved the nearly impossible. Any doubt that he still felt was rapidly beginning to dissolve beneath a wave of successes. His ships and their crews would rise like a phoenix from the ashes of this mission a stronger, tighter knit crew, and they'd all be heroes of the Federation. "As they rightfully are." he said aloud to complete the thought. "Sorry captain?" a nearby operations officer asked him. "Nothing son." Ahmed replied, although the man was barely a half-dozen years younger than he was. "Carry on." "Aye sir." =^=Captain Salid, this is Ensign Jacobs, please come in.=^= his commbadge chirped. Riotous cheers broke out spontaneously across the entirety of the command post. This was an exceptionally good turn of events indeed. Ahmed could help but be infected by the enthusiasm. He smiled broadly as he tapped his commbadge. "Salid, here Mister Jacobs. What do you have to report?" =^=Myself, Romanoff, Saint Jean, T'Vyr, and LTs. Trei, Raschen and Jackson have secured the CommSuite. We have begun a sleeping rotation to keep the majority of the group alert while the others stand guard. Currently awaiting further orders and reinforcements.=^= the man reported. "That's the best news I think I've had all day. I will immediately dispatch a couple of marines from the Boudicca to your location. Stand fast and hold the fort." =^=Aye, Aye, Captain=^= "Excellent work, all of you. Salid out." He tapped his commbadge again, somewhat amazed at the feeling of empowerment that such a simple act gave him. "Salid to Sergeant Rickman" =^=Rickman here, skipper=^= came the quick reply. "As you can see we've re-established communications for both ships. I need a squad of marines and maybe one of your EVO/C Troopers to report to the CommSuite aboard the Rosenante on deck 9, as quickly as you can get there. Orders are to maintain the security of that compartment against all Borg counter operations. Be advised we have a team of starfleet officers currently on scene and expecting reinforcements." =^= Understood, sir they are on their way=^= "Salid to Isolation Lab One, what's your status?" (reply isolab) "Salid to Matrix" (reply Matrix) "We've retaken main engineering, and it is now clear of threat of recapture by Borg at this time. feel free to take some engineers and assess the situation. Get us mobile and armed as quickly as you can. make weapons and engines your priority, then focus on shields. But be aware that the Borg haven't been kicked off the ship yet." (reply matrix) "Salid out." (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, CEO Lt. Steven Matrix , Day 5, 2031) Matrix took his eye off the view screen when the Captain hailed him. "Salid to Matrix" "Aye sir. Matrix here." "We've retaken main engineering, and it is now clear of threat of recapture by Borg at this time. feel free to take some engineers and assess the situation. Get us mobile and armed as quickly as you can. make weapons and engines your priority, then focus on shields. But be aware that the Borg haven't been kicked off the ship yet." Matrix was both surprised and dismayed at the Captain's comments. He feel a job unfinished by not being part of the retaking of engineering. =^= Excellent news Captain. I'll recall my engineers and get to work. Thank you for the good news Captain. Matrix out. =^= "Salid out." "Looks like we're needed elsewhere Commander." said Matrix. (Reply Caskie) =^= Matrix to Cohen, assemble all available engineering teams and meet me in engineering immediately. Friendly forces have retaken engineering and we need to get busy with repairs. =^= "Steve...good to hear. I'm stuffed in a jefferies tube working on a conduit repair. I'll be done here in about 15 minutes. Meet you in engineering as soon as possible. Cohen out." Matrix turned back to the task at hand. "Lets see how our computer model has turned out." (Reply Caskie, any) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------