Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – ACMO -Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1216) Michaella paced the office, listening to the names of the telepaths. "None of them will do. None of them have the training." She said, stopping and shivering. "I know this may be a stretch but Lt. Saleke name also came up. He may be able to help you through the miracles of the Vulcan meld with the Captain's permission and your williness, of course. It's a risky procedure, but it may explain a lot and probably contain the strain you are going through. But first, let's see if Counsellor Harrison can spare a moment or two to see you." "Saleke." She breathed out his name, still rubbing her arms. "I don't know." She said, somewhat confused. Then the idiot Kinkaid contacted the dang-blasted Counsellor. "I AM NOT CRAZY!" Michaella turned and unleashed her fury upon Kinkaid. "If I wanted to talk to that human I would have mentioned it myself." And she turned to storm from Kinkaid's office into her own, kicking over something on the way. A few minutes later, true to his word, the Counsellor showed up. "Doctor Kirien," he greeted politely, "You wished to speak to me? How can I help?" "Kinkaid called you. I didn't." She said, arching one eyebrow. "But I suppose that now you are here, you will force me to explain something that there is no possible way for you to understand. " "Okay," he said, his voice calm, emotionless, "Would you prefer to talk somewhere more private?" "What does it matter?" SHe asked, flopping down on the couch in her office, and leaning back. "Here, there, everywhere, why the hell does it matter? Let them gossip. Maybe the rumors will be right for once. I LOVED HIM and HE HATED ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT DOCTOR?" SHe said, becoming enraged and standing over him. "He was my IMZADI and I was bound to him. I was bound to him before I even knew who he was. And I felt him die." Suddenly all the energy drained out of her and she began to cry, pitifully. "And there is no one on board to fix it." (reply Kinkaid or Harrison) (posted by Melinda) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – CMO –Lt. [Dr.] BigWill Kinkaid - 1217) Kinkaid’s mind was aghast by the quick response from the counselor to his call and the close proximity to sickbay he was to render his expertise to a rather delicate, but complicated medical psychosis. Kinkaid could see Kirien was starting to dislike his method of handling her uniquely elegant situation. Granted, Kinkaid knew very little of the workings of the Betazoid mind and its potent telepathic signatures, but this was why he became fascinated with it since his first exposure a few months prior. "I AM NOT CRAZY!" Kirien said unleashing her fury towards him. Kinkaid was quite perturbed by her emotional outburst. He had hands on a hypospray that contained a sedative from his medical kit when Kirien spoke as she stormed out of his office into her own "If I wanted to talk to that human I would have mentioned it myself." She said kicking over something on the way. “Doctor...!” Kinkaid shouted in return getting up from behind his desk, but halted his pursuit and controlled his professional manor. Kinkaid saw something different in Kirien causing him to rethink his observation of her. The sudden and tragic lost of Lt. Cmdr Wilson, her Imzadi and the strange occurrence of a split personality along with a surge of telepathy could be a way Betazoids express their grief and sorrow from a lost so close to their hearts. Kinkaid made a quick note of this staggering preclusion in his medical PADD and also annotated that sleep and comfort away from the workplace maybe in order to ease the symptoms to the prevent further damage to the synaptic links of the brain. Kinkaid then continued his movement towards Kirien’s office when Counselor Harrison entered Sickbay. The counselor, upon greeting Kirien, seemed to have been thrown into a world that not even the conventional psychology of Freud could solve in an instant. (Reply Harrison and Anyone) (Posted by Nathan M. Williams) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – COUNS - Ensign John Harrison - 1218) "Doctor Kirien," Harrison greeted politely, "You wished to speak to me? How can I help?" She was clearly upset. From the looks of her, she had been getting quite angry before he walked in. From the sound of her reply, she was closer to being livid. "Kinkaid called you. I didn't." She said, arching one eyebrow. "But I suppose that now you are here, you will force me to explain something that there is no possible way for you to understand. " "Okay," he said, his voice calm, emotionless, "Would you prefer to talk somewhere more private?" "What does it matter?" the doctor asked, flopping down on the couch in her office, and leaning back. "Here, there, everywhere, why the hell does it matter? Let them gossip. Maybe the rumors will be right for once. I LOVED HIM and HE HATED ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT DOCTOR?" She said, becoming enraged and standing over him. "He was my IMZADI and I was bound to him. I was bound to him before I even knew who he was. And I felt him die." Suddenly all the energy drained out of her and she began to cry, pitifully. "And there is no one on board to fix it." Harrison felt like an idiot. He had assumed that she would have wanted to talk to him, having come to him voluntarily a week ago. He had spoken calmly to avoid angering her, but on reflection it seemed to be patronising. And the doctor was right. "You're right, Doctor," he said, "I have no possible way to understand how you feel, but I can try. I was the first to see him die. I was the one to feel for his heartbeat. And I was the one that declared he was dead. I regret that I didn't meet him before, but I can at least try to help you. You say that there is no one on this ship that can solve your problems, but there are at least two people in this room alone who are willing to try. The question is, are you willing to let them?" (reply Kirien or Kincaid) (posted by James Batchelor) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – CMO – Lt. [Dr.] BigWill Kinkaid - 1221) As Counselor Harrison was trying to understand Kirien’s unique moment, Kinkaid stood-by observing and taking notes on his medical PADD to keep a record for future use in knowing what the symptoms of Betazoid neural stress disorder were, if it should ever occur again. Kinkaid accessed his medical library database in an attempt to figure out if this type of stress in Betazoid humanoids has ever been documented before and if so, was there a sedative administered before to ease the symptoms without causing too many side effects. His computations resulted in a finding of a similar case to Kirien’s condition, but it was from a species whose name was hard for Kinkaid to pronounce. The record had a profoundly detailed account of a neural stress disorder caused by a disruption of telepathic emotion. As his mind was being crammed with knowledge of an ancient species, Kinkaid located the medical ingredients of a potent, but stable sedative to relieve the telepathic symptoms. ~ Hmm…One of the secondary compounds is highly unstable if the portion was too much or too little in dosage. ~ Kinkaid thought as he scratched his head. Kinkaid, eager to put this experiment into motion, went over and activated the medical replicator while in earshot of the conversation between Harrison and Kirien. He inputted the chemical compounds and solutions from his research to condor up a sedative suitable for a Betazoid, which would allow Kirien to work, eat and sleep unimpeded by the effects of the telepathic disruption and the mourning grief of her Imzadi, Lt. Cmdr. Wilson. The replicating process had finished which produced two hypospray applicators of a neural sedative. Kinkaid secured the two hyposprays and proceeded back to the conversation. He interjected into the chat. “Excuse me, Counselor. I do not mean to interrupt, but…” Kinkaid turned his attention towards Kirien for a moment. “Kirien, I know this battle we’re in is not what any of us wanted to go through and the sudden lost of your Imzadi is frightening and painful which is reacting to your telepathic abilities making it hard to control,” Kinkaid paused briefly to included Counselor Harrison into his moment. “The Counselor and I very much need you; matter of fact the entire crew on the ship needs you. You’ve brought fast medical treatment to the crewmen during this fight never before imagine, which is commendable in my book and now with the injured coming in droves, I need the best doctor in Starfleet at my side to cure, heal and save lives!” (Reply Harrison, Kirien, anyone) Kinkaid let Harrison jump in before getting to the real treatment for Kirien. “I have, here, a sedative which will minimize the pain and discomfort you are feeling. After I administered the sedative to you, I require you to rest here in Sickbay for an hour or two so the medicine can work without further interruption.” (Reply Harrison, Kirien) (Posted by Nathan M. Williams) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – COUNS – Ensign John Harrison - 1222) Doctor Kincaid spoke up. “Excuse me, Counselor. I do not mean to interrupt, but…” he walked over to Dr Kirien, bearing a hypospray, “Kirien, I know this battle we’re in is not what any of us wanted to go through and the sudden loss of your Imzadi is frightening and painful which is reacting to your telepathic abilities making it hard to control,” Kinkaid paused briefly to included Counselor Harrison into his moment. “The Counselor and I very much need you; matter of fact the entire crew on the ship needs you. You’ve brought fast medical treatment to the crewmen during this fight never before imagine, which is commendable in my book and now with the injured coming in droves, I need the best doctor in Starfleet at my side to cure, heal and save lives!” "The Doctor is right," Harrison said, supporting Kincaid. There was a brief glint in Kirien's eye that showed that he was getting through, "You need to help others who feel just as bad as you do. We need to all pull through this together. In many cases, continuing one's duties distracts the mind from mourning, giving it time to cool down until the stress has gone and you are free to grieve uninterruped." The hyposray was clearly important, because the doctor now brought it up. “I have, here, a sedative which will minimize the pain and discomfort you are feeling. After I administered the sedative to you, I require you to rest here in Sickbay for an hour or two so the medicine can work without further interruption.” "If you need me to help around here, Doctor Kincaid," Harrison added, "I'd be more than happy to fill in for Doctor Kirien. I have some medical experience." (reply Kirien, Kincaid) (Posted by James Batchelor) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – ACMO –Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1224) Michaella listened to the two of them, and then at the hypospray. Part of her listened to their nonsense, but she didn't trust either of them. They thought that they knew better, but they didn't. She slowly backed away from the hypospray. “I have, here, a sedative which will minimize the pain and discomfort you are feeling. After I administered the sedative to you, I require you to rest here in Sickbay for an hour or two so the medicine can work without further interruption.” "If you need me to help around here, Doctor Kincaid," Harrison added, "I'd be more than happy to fill in for Doctor Kirien. I have some medical experience." While they were talking, she turned and ran. She knew that they would catch her eventually, but sedation wasn't the right answer. Neighter was for them to say she had to help other people. She'd done the best that she could do, now she needed to get away, she needed them to just leave her alone. The raw jagged edges of her mind hurt for her to touch, but she kept poking at them, kept making them hurt more. The pain gave her a place to center on, made the world seem less surreal. She realized that she was close to John's quarters, and so she j ust went into them. Michaella moved around John's Quarters in a daze, picking up a couple of things here and there, looking at a picture, realizing that whatever he had acted, he still loved them. He wouldn't've kept the pictures that he had if he did not eventually want them to come together again as a family. While rummaging, she came across a small box, addressed to her. She opened it, and took out the locket that was inside. Opening it, she saw pictures of her girls. ~Oh, how lovely.~ Looking at the note in the box, he had meant this for her birthday in a couple of weeks. ~I didn't think he knew my birthday.~ She sank slowly to the floor, pulling her knees up close to her face, as she sat in a room that smelled like her Imzadi. There was the faint hint of that aftershave he used, that musky scent that all guys have underlaid everything. It smelled right to her, and the tears started again, slow drops which hit her arms, as she sobbed. She missed him so much, and she regretted that she had never told him how much she loved him. She looked up at Harrison who was standing in front of her. "If you've come to tell me that I have to let Kinkaid sedate me, the answer is still no." She said, wiping the tears away, her fingers still playing with the fine golden chain of the locket that John had never had the opportunity to give her. (reply COUNS, any) (posted by Melinda :-) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz – Sickbay – COUNS – Ensign John Harrison - 1225) "If you need me to help around here, Doctor Kincaid," Harrison added, "I'd be more than happy to fill in for Doctor Kirien. I have some medical experience." He noticed the doctor's eyes widen, and wheeled around, only to see Dr. Kirien disappear out of the door. Instinctively, he ran after her. The doors of sickbay slid shut before he could get to them and seemed to be irritatingly slow when opening again. He turned back to doctor Kincaid. "Doctor, you have work here that only you can do," he said, "I'll find her." He nipped back into Sickbay to grab the hypospray - just in case - and ran off down the corridor. His eyes darted around, but there was no sign of the doctor. He asked passing crewman if they had seen her, but none were certain which way she had gone. He initially ran to her quarters but figured this would be too obvious. He headed for a turbolift and made his way to Ten Forward. She wasn't there either. His mind raced. He needed to find her, calm her down, if only to reassure him of his abilities as a counsellor. His presence in sickbay had only made things worse. He thought about the hypospray in his pocket. He decided he couldn't use it unless she volunteered for the treatment, but he predicted it would be impossible to convince her to do so. He ran back to the turbolift and descended back to the sickbay level. He scoured the corridors, looking for some place she might hide. It was then that he realised two things. Firstly, that in this highly emotional state, Dr. Kirien was likely to go somewhere that reminded her of John Wilson - such as his quarters. More importantly, he realised he was on a starship, and he could just ask the computer. He really needed to get used to Starfleet facilities! He walked to the nearest information panels and pressed a button. "Computer," he commanded, "Locate Dr. Kirien." [Dr. Kirien is in Lt. John Wilson's quarters] the computer replied. "Uh, I'm sort of new to this ship. Can you tell me where it is?" [Please follow the arrows] And sure enough, the various information panels around the ship displayed red arrows. (USS Nimitz - Lt. John Wilson's quarters - COUNS - Ensign John Harrison - 1257) The doors slid open, revealing Dr Kirien, sitting on the floor, her face awash with tears. She looked up at Harrison who was standing in front of her. "If you've come to tell me that I have to let Kinkaid sedate me, the answer is still no." She said, wiping the tears away, her fingers still playing with the fine golden chain of the locket that John had never had the opportunity to give her. "That's understandable," he replied calmly, trying not to sound patronising, and removing the hypospray from his pocket, "And I'm not here to sedate you involuntarily." He placed the hypospray on the table and moved towards her. "May I sit here?" (reply Kirien) He sat down, making sure he was level with her. Counsellors should never look down on their patients. "If sedation isn't an option," he said, "Would you like to talk about it? Or would you prefer to release your anger on something or someone? I'm quite used to being verbally abused." (reply Kirien) (posted by James Batchelor) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes – Bridge – Ensign Miles O'Neill - 1226)   “What ever you find interesting about yourself. Maybe I should explain my race has a very long life and a genetic memory. When one of us dies our memories pass to our children so over time we acclimate a vast array of knowledge and people. To make life easier for the next generation I ask a lot of questions so a better profile of people can be created. It makes life easier for my people and me in the long run. Plus it’s interesting to get to know people,”   "Really? That's quite interesting. How old are you?" Miles said.   “Personally I have been alive for a while shall we say, I shall not live much longer”  “So Chief why engineering?”   "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or anything. The reason I chose Engineering was because I always had a knack for fixing things. Be it a broken nacelle on a starship model or a faulty computer, I always liked fixing things. Also, my grandfather, Indiana, was a great engineer on his first starship, the USS Defender, and my father, James, was also an engineer on his first starship, the USS New Jersey-A. I've been told I inherited the engineering trait from them. Kind of like a family tradition, well, only on the male side. My mother, Sarah, is a scientist, and I have some scientific knowledge from her side of the family. What about you, sir? Why choose Security?"   (Reply Gideon, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes – Bridge – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 1227) "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or anything. The reason I chose Engineering was because I always had a knack for fixing things. Be it a broken nacelle on a starship model or a faulty computer, I always liked fixing things. Also, my grandfather, Indiana, was a great engineer on his first starship, the USS Defender, and my father, James, was also an engineer on his first starship, the USS New Jersey-A. I've been told I inherited the engineering trait from them. Kind of like a family tradition, well, only on the male side. My mother, Sarah, is a scientist, and I have some scientific knowledge from her side of the family. What about you, sir? Why choose Security?" Edward smiled, “I kind of fell into security a long long time ago. It was not exactly a norm for my species however as the older generation of my people say the young are irrational. Most of my people if they entered Starfleet went into medicine or science or engineering. The NX04 had 1 of my race as a tactical officer and he was the first to break the mould,” Edward grinned. “Any ways I have ended up bouncing around on ships and service positions for a long time now, I have at some point played around in every position. Security just seemed to come more natural to me,” (Reply O’Neill) As O’Neill spoke Edward stood up from beneath the consol and pressed a button on the consol. It glittered and glew a little, raising his fist he slammed it down onto the corner of the consol. With in seconds the console’s lights had become bright and clear. Edward looked to the engineer. “Should last for a bit,” (Reply O’Neill) “I had better check on Saleke and Harrison. Are you ok proceeding with repairs chief?” (Reply O’Neill) Nodding Edward strolled over to the captains chair, looking at it for a moment he remembered the pervious CO of the ship. Now the old captain would be lying on a medical bed, cold, dark and alone. He had betrayed his captain and his crew, many which had paid for his betrayal with their lives. (Shipping Trawler Archimedes – Bridge – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 1300) Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts that plagued his mind Edward attempted to distract himself, pressing the com link. He spoke clearly to the Slytherwald. "Bridge to Slytherwald." (Reply Slytherwald) "Mr Slytherwald, just checking on your progress is the crew cooperating?" (Reply Slytherwald) Edward released his hand from the com device and then reapplied it, the com link activated once more.   "Bridge to Lt. Saleke." (Reply Saleke) "Lieutenant just thought I would check on your progress. Repairs are going well on the bridge I was just wondering if it was at all possible could you get the marines on the ship to do a couple of sweeps of the ship. With the internal sensors playing up I don’t want to run the risk of some one slipping through the cracks."  (Reply Saleke) (Reply O’Neill, Slytherwald, Saleke, any) (Posted By Rich) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes – Bridge – Ensign Miles O'Neill - 1228)   Edward smiled, “I kind of fell into security a long long time ago. It was not exactly a norm for my species however as the older generation of my people say the young are irrational. Most of my people if they entered Starfleet went into medicine or science or engineering. The NX04 had 1 of my race as a tactical officer and he was the first to break the mould,” Edward grinned. “Any ways I have ended up bouncing around on ships and service positions for a long time now, I have at some point played around in every position. Security just seemed to come more natural to me,”   "That's very interesting." Miles said. He checked his tricoder "Try testing out the console now. It should be somewhat operational."   As O’Neill spoke Edward stood up from beneath the consol and pressed a button on the consol. It glittered and glew a little, raising his fist he slammed it down onto the corner of the consol. With in seconds the console’s lights had become bright and clear. Edward looked to the engineer.   “Should last for a bit,”   "Good. I guess I'll work on the science console next." Miles said as he stood up and moved over to the science console and opened the hatch.   “I had better check on Saleke and Harrison. Are you ok proceeding with repairs chief?”   "Yeah, I'm good." Miles said whilst under the console.   (Reply any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Trawler Archimedes- Bridge- FO- Comander Kestra Troi- 1235) With the knowledge that O'Neill was on his way back to the Nimitz Kestra sat back and looked at her ship on the view screen. She shook her head a the sight of the scorch marks on the hull. If she looked closely at the hull she could could see a rupture in the plating, But what was worse was the noticible bend in the starboard nacelle. She knew that that spelled trouble for them with a capital T. Would the Nimitz even make to warp with a bent nacelle. She was no engineer but Kestra didn't thinki that it would hold a warp bubble, let alone allow a ship to travel in warped space. She shook her head. And what if they encountered another ship? She turned to see Gideon looking like he was useless. "Mr Gideon, could I ask for your help a little more?" (reply Gideon) "I want you to use our long range sensors to watch for other ships that Captain LaBeau might have called for." She stood up and walked over to the science station that he and O'Neill had been working on. "That is, if we still have long range sensors. You might ummm.. need to put this thing back together first." (reply Gideon) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes - Bridge - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 1236)   "Mr O'Neill," she said, "is the repair you're doing of vital importance?"   "Not really, ma'am. I'm just fixing this science console." Miles said as he looked up at Troi from under the console..   "I see that Lt. Commander Gideon is assisting you. Is it possible that he could complete this?" "I guess so...he knows his way around consoles. Why do you ask?" Miles said. ~I wonder what she wants.~ He thought.   "The Nimitz is in far worse shape than us, and needs your help. Grab a couple of the engineers from the crew here, that appear to be either sympathetic or at least neutral to our cause and head back home. I believe Lt. Zzt would welcome the help." "Sure, I'll stop by Engineering on the way to the transporter room, ma'am." Miles said as he put his tools back into the bag and stood up. As he made his way to the turbolift, he heard Troi say to him,   "I'll probably live to regret this," Kestra said, "but I'll allow it. Ensign O'Neill, take Miss Weston here with you. Head back to the Nimitz and see what repairs you can get done there. I'm thinking that we don't have all the time in the world here."   "This way." Miles said, gesturing to the turbolift.   NRPG: Is Debbie Weston being played by another person, or can I control her for my next few posts? RPG:   (Shipping Trawler Archimedes - Main Engineering - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 1210)   When Miles made it to Engineering, he said, "Johnson, Allen, and Jones, follow me." Miles said to three engineers from the trawler that decided to "defect".   "O'Neill to Troi, I'm transporting to the Nimitz now, with three extra passengers."   (Reply Troi, ifw)   Miles led them to the Transporter Room, and the five of them transported to the Nimitz.   (Reply Troi (still ifw), any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Main Engineering - Engineer - Debbie Weston- 1240) Deb had never been on a real starship before. Oh sure, she'd been on trawlers, and cargo ships, and other space faring vessels, but never anything like this. A Sovereign class starship was a marvel to be beheld, even in the condition it was in. Walking through the corridors she souldn't help but be a little sad at the devastation that had been wreaked upon the ship. Such a ship should never see these conditions. But then again, it was sort of what the ships were built for. Sort of. As they approached a door that led to main engineering Deb almost ran into the back of O'Neill who had stopped short. She heard a deep voice speaking to him and looked around him to see a giant of a man speaking. He looked pleasant enough, and fairly handsome at that, but he had the aura of danger around him. She wasn't sure if hse liked him or were afraid of him. "I want your primary concern to be the sensors." the captain said. "We need to get long range sensors, especially, back on line. Take your team and make that happen." "Aye, sir," O'Neill replied. "You can count on us." After the captain left O'Neill began to give orders. "Alrighty, you heard what the captain said. Get crackin'." He headed off to the main sensor console. Two of the others were Starfleet, from the "other side" and went to work. Johnson, however,like herself, was a civilian engineer and was not sure what to do. "Well," Deb said finally, "don't just stand there, get into that panel." Johnson almost jumped at her voice, but knew better to argue with her. Weston maybe small, but she had a reputation for being a... little spifire. He went to the side of the panel and pulled off the cover. Weston went to the control panel and looked at blank screen. She shook her head and then looked around for a moment. Then she saw what she was looking for. The main power grid. Deb smiled as she approached it to see that it was still functioning. The smile soon disappeared as she saw all of the red areas, which showed either power outages or disrupted relays. It was pretty clear to see why there was no power to the panel. In fact, there was no power to most of the ship. She familiarized herself with the panel,and then began to reroute power to the sensor console. She rerouted the power to a relay, where she held it in check. it wouldn't do to suddenly send all of that power through the console while allof those hands were inside it. Could get a little nasty. With the four men working diligently at the console Deb figures she'd just be in the way, so she began to run a diagnotic of the sensor programing. With everything else tht was going on she was sure it would take a while. Something that usually took about 12 minutes was probably going to take over and hour. Then she noticed somethig odd. She went over to O'Neill. "Ummm... Ensign O'Neill? Can I show you something." O'Neill's head poked out of the panel. His face was even dirtier than before. Deb had to supress a smile. O'Neill had his faults, but she had to admit, he was kinda cute. However the look of impatience took some of that cuteness away. (reply O'Neill) "I think this maybe a little important," she urged him. O'Neill followed her over the monitor she had been looking at. "It's something to do with the sensor array." She showed him the readout and watched his interest grow. It appeared that a goodly portion of the array was missing. This might take a little more time than they thought. "Um... do you think the others can handle that panel. You and I can go down and make repairs on the array. I've been cleared for EVA, but I'm not so sure about Johnson. However, it looks like we may need to do some work outside of the ship." (reply O'Neill) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes – Bridge – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 1245) =^= Understood Commander, I will contact the MCO and have the ship searched. Are there any other orders? =^= Edward paused for a moment and noticed that fact that Troi had re-entered the bridge. Smiling Edward spoke again. “No Lieutenant I believe that would be all, Commander Troi is on the bridge again so she will no doubt contact you with any further orders. Bridge out,” Edward then stood up from the command chair and gestured for Troi to take it. "Lt Commander Gideon, I appreciate all you've done for us.  I'll be sure to add it to my report to the captain." “Of course Commander,” Edward stood back and moved to the back of the bridge. At the present moment he had no real purpose. Watching the view screen he pondered he hoped for a quick end of everything. The Alamo was gone he was going to be an enemy of his people and the federation. The worse thing was the Nimitz and the trawler was not out of danger yet. They were currently both not in the best shape and another heavy fire fight would proberly be the end to it all.  (Reply None) (Posted By Rich) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Trawler Archimedes- Bridge- Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 1302) ~For I being poor only have my dreams, be careful where you tread for you tread on my dreams, ~ Edward recited the Keats poem. Before Spec ops realised he had independent means to block mind scans all operatives were trained when not thinking of anything really to recite that one poem. When a mind became active and focused on one thing it was difficult for anyone to probe any other information out of his or her minds. However it did have one side effect, you had no idea what was actually going on. "Mr Gideon, could I ask for your help a little more?" “Huh me,” Not exactly one of Gideon’s greatest most intelligent responses. In an attempt to salvage some dignity he continued. “How might I assist you Commander?” "I want you to use our long range sensors to watch for other ships that Captain LeBeau might have called for." Edward raised an eyebrow, it had been a thought Edward had been having for a long time. The bigger problem besides the bad states of the Nimitz and trawler was that the Starfleet crews were spread between the trawler and Nimitz. If another federation vessel were to appear it might be possible that the crews would see a chance to return to their lives and turn on the crews. Fighting a battle on two fronts would be a most difficult conflict and in the current state one they would not win." "That is, if we still have long range sensors.  You might ummm. Need to put this thing back together first." Edward looked at the consol that the commander had just removed a large portion of. Edward shook his head side to side that was going to take a while. A majority of the consol had phaser burn damage to it, proberly from the coupling that had exploded overhead. Edward moved over to the engineering kit the chief had left behind. Moving back over to the consol he slid himself beneath. “10 or 15 minutes commander and I will be able to give you a better read out,” (Reply Troi iyw) (Trawler Archimedes- Bridge- Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon – 1339) Ten or fifteen minutes would have been in an ideal world; however in an ideal world he doubted any of this would be occurring. Edward looked at the panel once more that lit up. Grinning to himself he pressed a series of buttons to check the status of the panel, as it began to glow brighter Edward was content it was fixed. Pulling him from under the consol he looked around the bridge, it was starting to look a bit more organised. Placing the tools in the kit he began to run the scan. Due to the high radiation inside the asteroid belt it was close to impossible to get an accurate long range scan. He was going to need to find away to clear out the background so he could get a better idea of the surroundings. (Reply Any) (Posted By Rich) Stardate:2406.10.06 (Shipping Trawler Archimedes –Deck 3, sensor maintenance crawlway – Lt.Saleke - 1303) Saleke had no sooner finished speaking with the Captain it seemed when his com badge beeped again, he tapped it while wondering if it was Ensign Slytherwald reporting on his progress with the Archimedes engineers. The voice he heard, however was that of Lt. Commander Gideon.   =^= Bridge to Lt. Saleke. =^=  "This is Saleke Commander." He answered. =^= Lieutenant just thought I would check on your progress. Repairs are going well on the bridge I was just wondering if it was at all possible could you get the marines on the ship to do a couple of sweeps of the ship. With the internal sensors playing up I don’t want to run the risk of some one slipping through the cracks. =^= " Understood Commander, I will contact the MCO and have the ship searched. Are there any other orders?" (Reply: Lt. Commander Gideon) After speaking with Commander Gideon Saleke touched the com badge again. the electronic cascading beep sounded again before he spoke. "Major Dorkin this is Lieutenant Saleke." (Reply: Shondar Dorkin) "Major Dorkin, now that the battle with the Alamo is concluded it would seem to be a logical time for a complete sweep of the ship for hostile activity." (Reply: Shondar Dorkin) "I understand you are spread thin Major and it will take some time for a full sweep, that should be sufficient for our purpose. Repairs to both the Archimedes and Nimitz are currently being made and I estimate another 6.3 hours before we get underway. Saleke out." (Reply: Lt. Commander Gideon, Major Dorkin, any) (Posted by Charles)  Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Main Engineering - CO & CEO- Captain Sash & Lt. Zzt- 1305) Sash had been touring the deck around engineering before he decided to brave entering, what was probably, the busiest place on the ship. The last thing he wanted was to be in Zzt's way, for more than one reason. But he also felt that it was important to see first hand what he had done to his ship, and face his CEO. It was a bigger mess than he had anticipated. There were still sparks coming from some of the panels, and smoke was still in the air. Obviously the ventilation system wasn't working properly. The captain tried to stay to the side of the room, and out of the way and watch as the engineering team went from job to job, like a well oiled machine. he could see what a job Zzt had done in training his people. Sash was convinced that Zzt could rebuild the Nimitz from scratch given enough time and a swiss army knife. Finally he saw Zzt moving through the fog of smoke. Moments later the room cleared and Sash could smell the fresh air. Obviously the Gerratlian had been working on the ventilation system, which was now working. He listened as Zzt growled out orders and the engineers leapt to their tasks. As soon as there was a lull he stepped forward. "How's it going Lt.?" Sash asked. Zzt looked down at the Captain, before shaking his massive head. "Bad," he said, moving through the maze of debris still laying on the floor, leading Sash to a working console. "Zzt got damage control teams sent through out ship. Just find this, still need to manually confirm, but it not good." Zzt pointed to the read out on the console. "Zzt tell you it not good idea to make ship do loops da loops. Starboard nacelle is more than . 5 degree out of alignment. Support beams twisted in maneuver." Zzt fell silent for a moment to let Sash fully read the data on the screen. Sash looked at the display and frowned. What he saw was not a pretty sight. There was definitely a curve in the starboard nacelle. It bent outward and then twisted slightly. He glanced down at the other systems failures that had occurred throughout the ship and was gratified to see that Zzt's enhancements had worked, mostly. There had been some other, minor structural damage, but nothing that would prevent them from getting back to the Beta Quadrant. As he looked he saw a light turn from yellow to green, as the life support came back to full power. But that nacelle played on his mind. "So what does that mean about warp power," Sash asked. Zzt licked his fangs before replying, "Not good," He said, tapping in a few commands with one claw. "Normally, ship not maintain stable warp field with nacelles out alignment. But, Zzt think with Falthgood's help we can reconfigure the warp field parameters, even then we be limited to warp 4 top speed. That probably all the SIF will take any way till Zzt can get the entire system over hauled. We need some dry dock time once back Geneva. Fix nacelle and overhaul SIF system." Sash nodded. "Alright then, get Falthgood down here and get on it. Let me know as soon the engines show sign of life." He turned to leave the CEO to his task and ran into, almost running down, Ensign Miles O'Neill and an entourage of engineers. "Ah, Ensign O'Neill, just the man I was looking for." (reply O'Neill) "I want your primary concern to be the sensors. We need to get long range sensors, especially, back on line. Take your team and make that happen." (reply O'Neill) (posted By Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Main Engineering - Ensign (jg) Miles O'Neill - 1308) He turned to leave the CEO to his task and ran into, almost running down, Ensign Miles O'Neill and an entourage of engineers. "Ah, Ensign O'Neill, just the man I was looking for." "Hello, sir. These are some engineers from the trawler. What would you like us to work on fixing first?" Miles said. "I want your primary concern to be the sensors. We need to get long range sensors, especially, back on line. Take your team and make that happen." "Aye, sir. You can count on us." Miles said. He passed Sash, and went to a console station. "Alrighty, you heard what the captain said. Get crackin'." He said to his group. They all went to different consoles, and Miles started working on his own. (Reply Sash, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Main Engineering - Engineer - Debbie Weston- 1315) Deb had never been on a real starship before. Oh sure, she'd been on trawlers, and cargo ships, and other space faring vessels, but never anything like this. A Sovereign class starship was a marvel to be beheld, even in the condition it was in. Walking through the corridors she souldn't help but be a little sad at the devastation that had been wreaked upon the ship. Such a ship should never see these conditions. But then again, it was sort of what the ships were built for. Sort of. As they approached a door that led to main engineering Deb almost ran into the back of O'Neill who had stopped short. She heard a deep voice speaking to him and looked around him to see a giant of a man speaking. He looked pleasant enough, and fairly handsome at that, but he had the aura of danger around him. She wasn't sure if hse liked him or were afraid of him. "I want your primary concern to be the sensors." the captain said. "We need to get long range sensors, especially, back on line. Take your team and make that happen." "Aye, sir," O'Neill replied. "You can count on us." After the captain left O'Neill began to give orders. "Alrighty, you heard what the captain said. Get crackin'." He headed off to the main sensor console. Two of the others were Starfleet, from the "other side" and went to work. Johnson, however,like herself, was a civilian engineer and was not sure what to do. "Well," Deb said finally, "don't just stand there, get into that panel." Johnson almost jumped at her voice, but knew better to argue with her. Weston maybe small, but she had a reputation for being a... little spifire. He went to the side of the panel and pulled off the cover. Weston went to the control panel and looked at blank screen. She shook her head and then looked around for a moment. Then she saw what she was looking for. The main power grid. Deb smiled as she approached it to see that it was still functioning. The smile soon disappeared as she saw all of the red areas, which showed either power outages or disrupted relays. It was pretty clear to see why there was no power to the panel. In fact, there was no power to most of the ship. She familiarized herself with the panel,and then began to reroute power to the sensor console. She rerouted the power to a relay, where she held it in check. it wouldn't do to suddenly send all of that power through the console while allof those hands were inside it. Could get a little nasty. With the four men working diligently at the console Deb figures she'd just be in the way, so she began to run a diagnotic of the sensor programing. With everything else tht was going on she was sure it would take a while. Something that usually took about 12 minutes was probably going to take over and hour. Then she noticed somethig odd. She went over to O'Neill. "Ummm... Ensign O'Neill? Can I show you something." O'Neill's head poked out of the panel. His face was even dirtier than before. Deb had to supress a smile. O'Neill had his faults, but she had to admit, he was kinda cute. However the look of impatience took some of that cuteness away. (reply O'Neill) "I think this maybe a little important," she urged him. O'Neill followed her over the monitor she had been looking at. "It's something to do with the sensor array." She showed him the readout and watched his interest grow. It appeared that a goodly portion of the array was missing. This might take a little more time than they thought. "Um... do you think the others can handle that panel. You and I can go down and make repairs on the array. I've been cleared for EVA, but I'm not so sure about Johnson. However, it looks like we may need to do some work outside of the ship." (reply O'Neill) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1400) Onyx was getting a bit frustrated, she had no sensors, at least not the long one which right now would have been useful, and the ship was dead in the water for now. Engineering working like little aunts on the warp core and the other ship systems. She look at the damage list, and it wasn't shrinking but growing. Then, she had an idea and tap her combadge. “Kateb to Captain Sash... I have an idea for the long rang sensors since ours are offline.” (reply from Sash) “We could use the sensors of the Trawler... I would like to be sure that we are alone here while we are... repairing the battle damages.” (reply from Sash) “I will Sir! Kateb out!” (Reply from anyone) (Posted by Laurence) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz- Captain's Quarters- CO- Captain Devan Sash- 2057) Sash nodded to his CSO. "Mr. Saleke, I have a most unusual question to ask you. Apprently, Dr. Kirien has had some sort of... for lack of a better word, premonition about you. How are you, and how are things on the archimedes?" The Vulcan was hunkered down with tricorder in hand which he had been using to inspect the lateral array sensors, the equipment showed the multiple component sensor relays had been burned out due to feedback from external damage sustained by phaser fire during the Archimedes battle with the Nimitz. The internal relay would be a relatively simple repair however the external damage would necessitate a space walk. Saleke's eyebrow rose at the question which he found to be more than a little irregular and he considered it carefully before answering. To any other being it would have begged for an emotional response which of course he had no intention of venturing into, since the height of the battle and its aftermath the emotional outbursts had subsided except for an instance of blind anger which had hit him during his time in the turbolift. Fortunately no one had been around him to see his response, there was however a visible dent on the right wall of the unit at about chest height. "I am well physically Captain," He answered. "However there appears to have been some residual effect from a mind meld I had with Dr. Kirien three days ago that is causing some mental overlap." He stopped there without elaborating. "The Archimedes is having chronic containment problems since an attempted sabotage that Mr. O'Neill has under control for the moment, internal sensors are offline and I am currently inspecting the lateral array for damage. I estimate 2 hours for internal repair and another six hours for external damage to the array. Ensign Slytherwald is questioning the Archimedes engineers for volunteers to undertake repairs to the Nimitz and Lt. Commander Gideon has proven to be very useful to us on the bridge." After making his exhaustive report he paused to allow Captain Sash to speak. Sash listened to the report. It was really more than he had expected, but he should have known better than to leave such a broad question open to him. The captain was tired. His mind still reeled from her admission of something between the Saleke and Michaela. Still, it wasn't his place to delve into the personal lives of the crew. "I think the Doctor's concerns were more of an emotional nature," Sash told Saleke. "She is, again apparently, having a residual effect from your mind meld. You know of the death of Lt. Commander Wilson. It has hit Michaela hard, and their was also the issue of hers and Wilson's bond. Are you sure that you haven't had any problems that might have come from that." He could see the Vulcan hesitate before answering, and looking a little uncomfortable. "Saleke, I understand that this is a personal question, but it is important, for the sake of Dr. Kirien that I know, and not get a simple Vulcan understatement." The Captain's question left him no room for fudging on his answer so Saleke had no choice but be direct. "The mind meld Captain was interrupted before a complete withdrawal was accomplished, I noticed a picture of a desk before we beamed over that must have come from her mind and during the height of the battle when her emotions were running high I was subject to emotional duress. Fortunately while the emotional episodes were ... uncomfortable they were not debilitating. I also had a sudden episode of anger after leaving the bridge. The bleedthrough seems to come only during times of high emotion. The mind meld was done to shield her from her grief at the loss of her child... at her request; however no allowance was made for the loss of her Imzadi. I have noticed no other ill efects from the accidental residual link. As soon as time permits I intend to meet with her and rectify the situation." Sash nodded agian. "Very well, but if things get any worse for you, I want you back here immediately. I will trust to your judgement, meanwhile." He stopped for a moment to let that sink in, then he continued. "I will be having a staff meeting tomorrow morning at 1000 hours. Please be sure that Commonader Troi is kept up to date on the situation over there. You will have command while she is over here. Get rested up Lt. We've gotten through this challenge, but I fear that our trials may not yet be over with this shipment. Sash out." (reply Saleke, if you want) (posted by Al Muir and Charles Gatling) Stardate:2406.10.06 (USS Nimitz - Deck 10 - CMO Office - CMO - Lt. [Dr.] BigWill Kinkaid - 2117) The days activities in the medical department caught up with Kinkaid. From the countless injured to a medical staff on the brink of mental exhaustion, Kinkaid needed to get out of his office before his own demise became evident. After giving his staff some time to rest and relax, Kinkaid slaved over PADD after PADD at his desk trying to compile his medical report when a priority message came across his communication monitor. Kinkaid entered his access code. The message was from Captain Sash, which read: "There will be a staff meeting tomorrow at 1000 hours in the conferance room. Have all updated reports and repair schedules ready and be prepared to give estimates to completion. Sash out." Kinkaid had a feeling that this was coming, but at what time was the issue. Now, knowing what to expect for tomorrow's meeting, Kinkaid took a brief moment to relax himself and reflect on his own experiences from the past few days events. (Reply Anyone, if you want to) (Posted by Nathan M. Williams)